#charlie slimecicle x y/n

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ i wanna live inside your mind, next to your favorite songs

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charlie had been streaming for what felt like days. you two had decided to do one of your classic "joint streams", where you two would stream together and swap off who was playing. for the first few hours you played hello kitty island adventure, chatting to charlie's chat while he sat next to you and stared at you dopily like an obedient puppy. then you two swapped to super mario party and charlie got waaay too competitive for a casual game between boyfriend and girlfriend.

"yes! let's fucking go!" he cheered, a victorious grin on his face. you two booted up a round of all-star swingers (which was just baseball) and he absolutely obliterated your character. he even got up and stretched before the round started like the tryhard he was. his character, king boo, cheered as your character, princess peach, cried. the parallel to real life was pretty funny— in game you were devastated, while in real life you just sat there. charlie, feeling bad that he didn't at least give you some mercy (and because chat was grilling him for being a tryhard), he gave you a kiss on the lips. "sorry. i'm a sore winner," he grinned sheepishly.

after around seven rounds of mario party, it was now charlie's turn to take over stream. he started playing "a game about digging a hole" which, no duh, was about digging holes. he started playing animatedly, not even noticing your drooping eyes and the little yawns that escaped your lips.

eventually, he glanced over to his side to see chat blowing up.

k4lenz: omg look at perny !!

slimeypaws: HELP CHARLIE SHE'S DEAD 😭

medlarmeadows: charlie look to your left!

ilov3thestarz: AWW she's so squishable

as per chat's request demand, charlie turned to his side to see you curled up in the gaming chair, resting your head on the armrest and asleep in the fetal position. an amused smile tugged at his lips, a fond expression replacing his competitive one. "aww," he cooed, echoing chat's sentiments.

he turned down his game volume completely and swiveled his chair towards you. "chat," he whispered, voice low. "let's be quiet, okay? don't wanna wake her up."

resting his forearms on his thighs, he scooted a little closer and turned to chat as if they were there. "psst," he leaned closer to the camera. "should i turn on some calming music while she sleeps?"

chat exploded with yes's and omg couple goals! of course, no chat was without its trolls ("play four big guys!"), but overall they were quiet and the TTS decreased significantly, and when someone did, it was mostly nice things, and charlie had turned the audio down to a very quiet volume.

he draped a fuzzy blanket over your frame, gently putting a hand under your head and sliding a pillow under your head smoothly. he also squeezed fufu, your bunny stuffed animal and "co-streamer", into your arms.

the chat exploded with ideas of calming music, but charlie was determined to find great music on his own. so he typed into youtube "music to fall asleep to", like a grandma using the internet for the first time. he clicked on the first result, classical music. however, he played it for a second and the grating music was more likely to wake you up than lull you into deeper sleep. begrudgingly, he took chat's advice. one chatter said:

slimeypaws: just stalk her spotify smh. amateur

"shit." he muttered under his breath. "yeah, that's a good idea." charlie pulled up your spotify, pernylovesuu. the profile picture was you with fufu tucked under your chin, smiling as the sun framed your face perfectly. charlie's face flushed. "she looks cute in that photo," he murmurs, glancing from the screen towards your sleeping frame. "i mean, she always does." he chuckles fondly, shaking his head gently. "it's just a good photo."

clicking onto your playlists, he found sleepytime. perfect! he turned on the first song of the playlist, say yes to heaven.

"guys, this is my version of heaven." a goofy grin crosses his face as he leans over, ruffling your hair gently. charlie glances from the camera to you and whispers, "okay, chat, i'm gonna move her over to the bed." as careful as a mouse, he slips his hands under you and cradles you to his chest.

moving across the room and cringing when the floorboards creak, he places you down on the bed and tugs the blanket up to your chin, adjusting fufu so the bunny was propped up next to you.

"there, baby. cozy in bed." he smiled proudly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before going back to his stream.

of course, this was charlie, so he ended up shrieking and waking you up with a start. to apologize, the next you streamed a glimmering tiffany & co necklace adorned your neck. slimecicloset identified the necklace to be around $1,250.

guilt is expensive.

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divider credits @bernardsbendystraws. inspo for this fic:

(turn up to full volume. hard to hear otherwise b/c charlie's whispering!)

THIS audio i clipped from slimecicle vod's "slimecicle got a new girlfriend" OMG it's literally my favorite slimecicle stream.

aaand my newly implemented taglist!!

@slimeypaws enjoy 😋 !!

[yourleastfavoritesimp]

took a while but here's some of my favorite Charlie pics!!

[phxntomsdusk]

chuckle sandwich!!! It can be romantic or platonic I don’t mind but just some fun with Chuckle Sandwich. Maybe ganging up on a guest for the show in a stupid bit or smth?

Playground insults - Chuckle Sandwich x GN!Reader

summary: just you throwing little kid insults at the boys

warnings: swearing, jschlatt threatening to kill you- (joke of course)

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @haunted-headset , @average-vibe , @ivvees-blog , @vibestillaxxx (ask to be added!)

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Being on the podcast always ended with chaos, especially today. You had been in a particular mood, dishing random and stupid insults at everyone whenever you got the chance.

“And then he-“ You quickly cut off Schlatt as he was talking, a small smile on your lips. “Who?” He looked at you with a confused expression, about to answer before you spoke again. “Asked.”

Charlie let out an annoyed sigh, sounding like a tired dad as he shook his head and placed it on the table. Ted held back a laugh. And Schlatt looked like he was about to kill you.

“Say that shit again, I’ll put a bullet through your head.” He held up a finger gun, pretending to shoot you. You knew he was only joking (or at least you hoped), but you still put up a scared act.

“Oh, no! Don’t kill me!” You covered your face, before peering through your fingers and laughed to yourself. “Maybe death would be nice.. wouldn’t have to see that thing you call a beard.”

Ted and Charlie looked at you as if you were insane, while Jschlatt got up with an offended expression, stepping off camera and shouted very loudly. “What the fuck?! Who invited them?!”

Ted looked over at him with a raised brow, before clicking his tongue. “You did, Schlatt. You invited them.”

[funktchonalhuman4]

I’m going to gnaw on him like a chew toy then shake him around violently oh my god get him off my screen OMNOMNOM gagagagagagdggdgd

Not normal about him in the slightest

[supernatural-bias]

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ notes: just wanted to do something in honor of sorry boys going on hiatus. this is entirely based on their last video so watch that to understand the silly headcanon time. cc!wilbur likers will be blocked by the way, thanks. get out of here

↳ warnings: none. just the four members here. four original, and only, members of sorry boys. no one else

↳ song: campus—vampire weekend

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• You'd think that an afternoon shift at a trampoline park would be easy; especially on the down days. Hanging around the snack bar with your employees, blowing whistles at loud kids, and keeping whatever was left in the lost and found bin became something of a daydream to you upon first getting hired

• It was a better alternative to the fast food joint you had worked previously at a crazed food van—you'd rather do anything but that after quitting

• Your first tip that things weren't going to be that easy should have been the camera crew that shuffled in on your second week, lead in part by a blonde guy with a stack of pre-signed waivers in his hand

• "What's up with that?" You turned to your only other coworker at the hour, a lanky guy with a mask and fluffed up hair. You thought you remember his name starting with an R or something along the lines of that, but mostly you referred to him as 'dude' or 'hey you.' He never felt the need to correct you, so you just never stopped

• "Oh yeah." He'd responded with a tired voice while barely even looking around. "Uh, we have a group that comes in every few days and rents out the place. I've seen them bouncing around, and I'm not really sure they're, uh, stable I guess you could say."

• Glancing down from the reception desk and to the play floor below, you caught a glimpse of the three others he spoke of, one being the blonde kid from earlier, surrounded by a few cameras and doing some rather weak jump moves. One in a red fat suit fell over at one point and refused to get up as he rolled around on the floor whining

• "Er," You took a step out of the reception desk area as you pointed a finger down at the scene. "Shouldn't one of us be down there? Supervising, and all that." You neglected to mention that one of the men looked old enough to be your father and should probably be mediating them

• For a moment you thought your coworker would shrug and tell you to go on, but he just sighed and grabbed his whistle like a weary office worker preparing for a morning round

• "At least this time I won't be alone." He looked at you. The eyebags under his eyes made you feel like he'd done this a lot more than he'd ever wanted to, despite only being at work a few weeks more than you

• The next few minutes went by fine. You were mostly ignored by the two fellows in fat suits as they proceeded to say 'dude' and 'bro' far too much, and was only offered a high five by the same blonde— Tungo you now knew. At one point the cameramen pulled you and the other worked over for a small interview, the likes of which you seemed to enjoy more than him

• The first time either of you really had to step in was when the red fat suit one delved into his shell, yelling something about yoinking his pork

• "Chungus? Chungo?" You managed to say his name without somehow laughing. "Please don't do that. We're gonna have some problems if you continue to."

• As Chounce popped his head out like a cartoon character to look at you, you offered a wobbly smile, and was severely relieved when he finally brought his hands out of his suit to cross them

• "For the record dude I wasn't even pulling my plug." He frowned, having the decency to look midly embarrassed. "I was just thinking about my feelings, bro."

• You got a thankful look from your fellow employee at your successful endeavors

• The both of you continued to watch as a competition between Chounce and Tungo occurred, eventually somehow turning into a fight between them as the self proclaimed Master Za watched

• In reality, you were pretty sure their real names all aligned somewhere along the lines of Tommy Charlie and Phil, if the signatures on their wavers spoke for anything, but none of them seemed to call each other anything but nonsense

• At one point, you were compelled enough by the entertainment to purchase a bag of popcorn from the snack desk, earning a look at disappointment from your coworker as he saw

• "Please don't encourage them." He dragged a hand down his face, careful not to knock his mask off

• "I don't think it'd matter if I did or didn't." You smiled through a mouthful. "Just look at 'em." You waved at the kid zone they'd all migrated too in the last hour or two, currently kissing Master Za on the face as he yelped in protest

• "Wait." Your hand lowered slowly as you blinked. "That's not allowed—"

• The two of you took off in their direction, using your whistles for what felt like the hundredth time that day as you ran

• By the time closing hours came around, it was dark enough outside to make you yawn. It took a significant amount of convincing to get the three of them, mostly Chounce, to leave and stop bouncing, but it eventually worked with a few well placed bribes. Namely, handfuls from your unfinished chip bag from earlier

• "You weren't all that bad! Not a wrong'un after all." Tungo eventually confided in you in front of everyone as you went to close up, looking strangely proud about such a mediocre compliment. You grinned at him anyways, finding him to be one of the saner ones throughout the whole ordeal

• "Maybe next time I could judge a match of yours, yeah?" You offered as you thumbed through the cash in the register

• "Please do not encourage them." A familiar voice from outside sounded for the second time that day, making you suck air between your teeth in an attempt not to snort with laughter

• "And remember to check the bathrooms before you leave. One of them likes to hide in them after we close."

• "Sorry, what—"

• You ended up having to drag Chounce out bt his ankles that night and into Master Za's car so he could get home

• "You know what? It's still better than the food truck."

[squinch-depraved]

plllsssss write more for that virgin au i fell in love with it!! i would love to read about schlatt finding out about charlie by accident

ok here's how schlatt finds out about what went down between you and charlie, v short just to get us to the next part where our boy teddy gets to have some fun so stay tuned for that :3

charlie is just. unable to look schlatt in the eyes.

like, he feels so guilty.

even though he didn't technically do anything wrong, charlie feels horrible for breaking down and asking you to sleep with him

and he's got a few hickeys visible, despite his best efforts at covering them up

so ted's all, "ooh, someone got some this weekend!"

and he tries to get charlie to open up about it

but he just mumbles something about not wanting to talk about it and moves on

schlatt flags this as weird, but ted just shrugs and says charlie doesn't have to talk about it if he doesn't want to

but schlatt just can't move on from it.

charlie looks guilty.

he never looks guilty.

what did he do?

schlatt has to figure it out; he's got this feeling in his gut that something's wrong about the whole situation

but he just keeps studying, waiting to see if he can gather any extra information

and he does.

charlie makes the mistake of leaving his phone out, face up, when he goes to talk to a friend about something that happened in one of their classes

a text from you lights up the screen, and ted, sitting next to charlie, reads it first

for schlatt, the phone is upside down, so it takes him a minute

but once he processes your message, he's piecing it together in his mind and his blood runs hot

"'i'm not going to be the one to tell him. you're the one who begged for it, you have to explain to him what we did.'"

he repeats the message out loud once more and slams his books closed, shoving his things into his bag and furiously slinging it over his shoulder

"dude, you aren't even together, you can't control them," ted reasons, trying to salvage the hangout

charlie saunters back over, face falling once he checks his phone and sees schlatt towering over the table with a scowl on his face

"hope it was worth it, man," he mutters, voice laced with anger

"i- i didn't mean to hurt-"

"doesn't matter. i'll see you guys later," schlatt spits out, stalking away from the table and slamming through the library doors

it's silent for a bit before ted speaks

"he'll get over it. give him some time."

"...i hope so."

"he will, he just needs time to realize he doesn't have any say in what y/n does and he'll be over it like that."

ted snaps his fingers with the last word and receives a shhh from an attendant shelving books nearby

"maybe. he really likes them, though. i think i might have actually fucked up this time, ted. it was incredible, but i don't know if it was worth losing schlatt's friendship."

charlie runs a hand through his hair and blows out a frustrated exhale

"maybe he would be less mad if i slept with them too?" ted asks, more wondering aloud to himself than anything

"because then he would have to be mad at both of us," he says as he works through his thought

"and then you wouldn't feel as bad about being the only one to do it!"

charlie just stares at him for a bit

"are you fucking serious, dude? you're gonna make it that much worse?"

"look, man, if i sleep with her, and tell him, he'll be mad at me too, thus taking some of the blame off you. do you see what i'm getting at?"

"yes, dude, i see what you're getting at, but it's a shitty plan and he's just gonna kill both of us."

"...we shall see," ted answers with a sense of finality, grinning as he packs up his stuff

"i'll let you know how it goes." he smirks down at charlie one last time before pulling his phone out of his pocket to check it

"you're an idiot!" charlie whisper-yells as ted struts away

but ted just raises one hand, middle finger sticking up, and exits the library, determined to get in on the bliss that his best friends had experienced so he would no longer be the only virgin in the group

he's humiliated that he's the last one left, but a trip to your apartment will surely change that

so he takes a deep breath, adjusts his bag, and walks to the side of campus that your home's on, excited to see how this whole situation will unfold

[bethsvrse]

Hey 😎

Can you write like Charlie smut and fluff hcs? Or like a little drabble or something? Anything works! There’s nothing abt him on here and it makes me sad because he deserves so much more appreciation 🥹

Thank you!

PAIRING charlie slimecicle x streamer!reader

WARNINGS nsfw content

SFW

You guys stream together sm

before you guys went public, literally everyone shipped you, like all the time

When Charlie is in Tommy’s vlogs, you almost always come with

Everyone praised Tommy for giving them y/ncicle content

Always treats you

Like every time you go out, he’d be the one paying for food

The waiter came over to you and Charlie, and placed the check down on the table. You smiled at the waitress and turned to go grab the check before seeing it be put back on the table by your boyfriend

“Charlie..” you trailed off, feeling bad that he’s paying.

“I know that voice and let me just say, that i don’t mind paying! If anything I prefer it, I want to treat my girlfriend, and if paying for you is something that I can do to show that I love you, than I will”

You swore you almost started crying right there. It was the smallest act of kindness that made you love Charlie so much. “Thank you.” You mumbled, as he stood up.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late for the movie.”

I honestly think he isn’t to big on pet names

The occasional ‘babe’ or ‘baby’, but ‘love’ would be his go to

He always makes sure to keep at least one extra plus his of his for you to have

NSFW

He is a switch, 100%

When he’s in a sub mood, he’d begs to please you

He’s a soft!dom though sometimes

He’s praise you a lot

"that's it, baby. so so good, my love, fuck."

Literally loves your boobs

Like so much

If your wearing a low cut top, he would not be paying attention at all, would just stare directly at you boobs

Lowkey a perv sometimes

There’s so many clip of him on stream just staring 👀

he LOVES eating you out fr

could eat you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you let him

he would much rather get you off than himself

It’s you first all the time with Charlie

[fullofgutsndopamine]

charlie + grocery shopping + a quick kiss on the crown of their hair

tw/cursing, mention of anxiety

more here

"Maybe," Charlie sighs next to you, his hand hitting yours as it laces into you, "Just maybe grocery stores were a mistake."

You snort as you crane your neck to check the number on the wall-12-and glance back at the paper ticket in Charlie's hand-22 before sighing.

"Or maybe," You counter, "Going on a Sunday was a mistake."

He laughs, gives your hand another squeeze, another silent i'm here reminder-something about grocery stores set you on edge-you aren't sure why, but it's something Charlie picked up on first, how your hand grips tighter to his as you pass people, how you shy into him the entire time-he's determined to make it easier on you.

"Touché," He laughs, pauses for a second before his voice drops: "Do you hear the song playing?"

It's hard to focus on it over the people around you, crowding around the deli counter with you, all the excess noise that comes from them-

but you try to focus on the song that blasts from the old speakers, only interrupted briefly to tell you the newest sales and the song for the store-

"Charlie-"

"Shh," His eyes are pointed upwards, head titled, "Listen-you know this. It's your favorite."

And you can tell by the way the smile is on his lips that it isn't your favorite, confirmed when you can finally make a word out and focus on it that you've never heard this song-

it doesn't matter to him.

And before you know it, in a crowded grocery store on a even busier Sunday, he's pulling you into him, his hands around your waist as he sways with you to a song that definitely doesn't call for slow dancing, much less in a grocery store.

Still, you know what he's doing.

"Charlie?"

Your head rests against his chest as you look up at him, his own eyes shut but the smile on his face as he sways gently with you-

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

His eyes still closed but a larger smile on his face, he leans down, gives you a gentle kiss to the crown of your head before your head returns back to his chest, safe.

[tredderwrite]

Slimecicle ~ Home

Summary: Despite the noise and chaos Charlie always finds a way to make the night disgustingly sweet

Word count ≈ 1k

Pairing: Slimecicle / gn!reader

Warnings: none

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Busied by the running water you failed to notice the silence that had overtaken the streaming room. The same room that was a mess of screaming, singing, and at least one object falling over a few minutes prior. Though not in the slightest bit annoying, you learned to love how fun it sounds in there.

Half an hour ago, while Charlie was still streaming you felt you were too bored to sit around, and way too full of energy to head to bed, so, you decided it’s finally time to try that skincare that's been sitting in a drawer for at least a month.

Three different serums and a face mask later you leaned over the counter to wash it off, as the instructions advised to only leave it on for 15 minutes, instructions that would've been followed if it wasn't for the most hypnotizing of handheld devices.

The door swings open, and a cheery Charlie marches up behind you, waiting for you to finish washing your face. His arms immediately envelop your waist the second you straighten up. A wide grin plastered on his face, and you smiled back at him in the mirror.

“What were you doing?” his head nearing closer to you, chin resting on your shoulder, “and how come you’re doing it without me :( ?” He pouted at you, the corners of his mouth turning further once you started laughing at him.

“I was bored,” you began, honestly, “and I wanted to try these,” you motioned towards the array of products sprawled all around, “aaand you were busy with work!” You flashed him a grin and went off to dry your face, but quicker than you pulled away you were pulled right back in, that same pout on his face, “Don’t you wanna do another one? With me?” he asked.

Laughing again, you turn around in his arms to face him; grabbing the first mask within reach. Something with strawberry and mint, and though it wasn’t expected to do much you still enjoy the pinkish color and delicious smell as you squeeze some directly on his face. His laser focus on your every move is equally adorable and flustering as you slather the gel evenly, making sure to tap his nose as a finishing touch, locking eyes the second your hand is out of the way. Even with all that goo around his face, you notice how he’s still so breathtaking, a wave of realization coursing right through you, remembering how much you truly love this boy. Usually, this could be brushed off, but not now, not this time. His intense stare breaks for a split second, glancing at your lips, undoubtedly catching on.

Wasting no time he leans, kissing you with a passion you’ve never felt before, so sweet you could almost taste it, that is, if you weren’t already tasting something much worse. The moment dies once you notice that the mask has somehow ended up in both your mouths, simultaneously pulling away to complain. “Wasn’t this supposed to be strawberry?!?!” he shakes his head, using the back of his hand to wipe it off his lips. The disgust shown on his face fading when he looks at you again, holding in your laughter, cheeks puffed and eyes wide; ready to burst in any second.

The laughter dies down after a solid few minutes, no good reason as to why either of you found it funny in the first place. “Alright, whatever,” he says, still clutching his side, “I don’t want to keep this on any longer. It clearly hates me.” Washing his face and drying it off while you gather all the colorful little packets to be stored inside that same drawer for god knows how much longer. Small droplets graze your skin while you shove everything inside, struggling to close it; looking up once you do, only to find Charlie flicking water at you, laughing to himself as if this was the greatest prank known to man. And no matter how childish you join right in, small sprinkles turn into handfuls of water thrown at each other. Hair and clothes halfway soaked when he tries to put a stop to what he started, grabbing both your wrists just so he could gently push you out the room.

And after an awkward backwards walk into your bedroom he finally let go and went to flop down on the bed, his palm gently patting the spot that's right beside him. Only once you got all cuddled up, the feeling of his wet t-shirt reminded you that you should not be cuddling or even on the bed in that state. Regardless, he didn't seem to mind, already kissing the top of your head mixed with periodic mumbles “I love you” “We're getting the sheets wet”,

“I love you”,

“Come on, get-”, he grabbed your face to kiss your lips, successfully ruining your train of thought, adorned with a stern, yet utterly hilarious expression once he pulled away . “I love you”

“I love you too.”

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[bvnnyblood]

it's 2024 now and all i'm thinking abt rn being a pretty little priest(ess) and having zeus!ted, poseidon!charlie, and hades!schlatt all fighting over who deserves your worship by spoiling you with trips to their kingdoms and small reminders and gifts as to why they all need you.

ted, the king of olympus. he would bring up into the clouds, wrapping his arms around you as he gently places you onto the brewing storm clouds. he'd create a necklace for you, a symbol of lighting bolt to grace your collarbone as he can picture the jealousy ensuing among his brothers as they see the small trinket around your neck. he would gladly give you the sky, the stars, the universe if you asked him. his longing for you when you must leave him tears him in two, but he knows you'll come back to him. you always do.

charlie, king of the sea, who is nothing short of generous of his time when it comes to you. placing an air bubble around your head and guiding you down into the depths of the ocean to his palace, keeping your hand grasped in his, his large thumb swiping side to side on your palm. if he's unable to give you luxury of his palace, he visits you on land, gracing you with not only his presence but many shiny and delicate finds and shells that he believed reminded him of you.

and schlatt, ruler of the underworld, is far more than possessive when it comes to you. he rarely takes you to the underworld, but when he does he keeps you close. his grip on your hip never once wavers once you enter his domain, not daring to let you out of his sight for the horrors that lie all around that place. his throne room is where he wants to keep you: safe, secure, and with him. if he could, he would gladly take you as his queen. but he knew that marrying a mortal was just as scandalous as killing one without reason, so having you to himself as his devout follower would serve him an eternity of happiness. as he guides you home once again, he hands you a skull with asphodel placed in the eyes, casting a spell so that they may remain forever in tact, just like his adoration for you.

[melxdigz]

No gag reflex???????????

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

♱ do not swear at all, or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and i'll believe thee.

the beads of your rosary bumped against your smooth skin, blending in with the light blue cardigan you were wearing, tied at the middle over your white tank top, polished off with a cute white headband at the top.

you took meticulous time after praying each morning to get ready, making sure you were polished and perfect— not a blemish on your face or a hair on your body, you made sure of that. but it didn't matter that much anyway, because your two rowdy older brothers would just bump into you, spilling your drink all over your outfit, or if someone complimented your outfit, you would tap your lips and try to think of a response, but eventually come up blank, which didn't make you too popular with your peers.

that was fine. you were fine alone. and you weren't alone, you chastised yourself as you tugged on your rosary again, wincing as you spare a glance towards the couple that's making out in the hallway up against the lockers.

a chill ran up your spine, but you ignored it, trying to shake it off as you opened your locker. it was a little harder to open than normal, you realized, as you tried to tug on the lock. didn't help.

you started to panic a little, your chest tightening. what if your locker didn't open, and you were late to youth group? and if you got home late, your parents would be all worried.

"you, uh, need help there? i can get that for you in a jiffy." a voice assured you gently, and you whirled around to see a tall brunette staring down at you. he looked vaguely familiar, but his name seemed to slip from your mind. the very least you knew was that he was in your grade.

reaching for the edge of your lip and brushing it with your thumb, you nodded. "yes, thank you." you replied smoothly, your voice clipped and poised as you stepped aside.

he fumbled with the lock for a second before the satisying click! made the knot in your chest loosen. "god bless," you murmured.

the boy's jaw hung open, before he shook his head, pushing his glasses up and holding his textbook plus a dungeons and dragons manual in his left hand, holding the strap of his backpack in the other.

"uh huh." he stared at you, and upon seeing the way your face adorably scrunched up, nose wrinkling and crossing your arms, he blurted the only catholic thing he could think of: "love thy neighbor."

well, at least that was a real bible verse, right? "pardon?" you blinked, raising a brow at him.

"uhm... nothing." he assures you gently, letting out a nervous chuckle. suddenly, a flicker of realization crosses his face as he snaps his fingers. "aha! you're the girl who always brings the cookies to church."

a polite smile that doesn't reach your eyes crosses your face as you nod, clasping your hands together as you stood and leaning over to bow slightly. "yes, that's me." quickly, the smile wipes off your face as you chastise yourself for being too proud and indulging in sin. "of course, using all god's ingredients." you gulped. all of a sudden the hallway was too claustrophobic, even though it was just you two, and this place was too hot and too loud.

the brunette grinned. "they're so good! pastor mike always gets mad at me when i stuff like, four of them in my shirt. it's like i'm a hamster or something, but instead of storing food in my cheeks, i do in my stomach. which i guess all humans do, but you get the—"

he was ready to go on a full-blown rant when you yelped that you "had to go!" and ran off, your ponytails bobbing up and down as you ran off. he could hear the faint rustling of the cross keychain attached to the back of your backpack.

a dopey grin crossed the boy's face. "bye-bye!" he chirped, an infectious grin on his face. his expression faltered as he realized he never got your name, but that didn't matter.

you turned around, and even though you swore it didn't happen, the boy saw a faint smile on your lips, a genuine one this time. that was god's gift to him that tuesday.

[pequins]

IRL P0RN VISUALS 🔗

cont : slimecicle , ted nivison & jschlatt .

MDNI NSFW AHEAD

all vids are from twitter , you might have to log in to see them.

( more to be added when i find them )

SCHLATT

a/n : he looks so fucking good in this video im gonna chew on him

schlatt giving you a punishment for being a brat

( LC ) schlatt jerking vid

teasing / c^nt slapping

sub!schlatt org4sm denial

CHARLIE

c^nt slapping

against the desk

size difference

TED NIVISION

f!ngering

p^ssy eating

size difference

[phxntomsdusk]

Wait!! Hear me out!!! Charlie doing a heart rate monitor stream!!! And then reader, his partner, uses this to their advantage.

Heartstopper - Charlie x GN!Reader

summary: the ask !!

warnings: none!

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @haunted-headset (ask to be added!)

word count: 252

It was always quite obvious how flustered Charlie got around you, but outside of the comfort of your own relationship, nobody knew. Yes, his fans knew you were together, but they never saw the effect you had on the poor boy.

Today however he decided to do a heart rate monitor stream, having his viewers tweet out videos to get his heart rate up.

Most people did jumpscares, audios that were way too loud, etc. But they didn’t really work.

You had been watching the stream for a bit, wanting it to end already so you could steal his attention. And then a brilliant idea crossed your mind.

You made your way into his office, knocking as you opened the door. “Hey, Charlie.” You smiled and walked over, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your gaze immediately finding the heart rate on the screen.

“Whatcha doin’?” You spoke softly, smiling as the rate began to increase, a light blush forming on his face. “Streaming.. thought you’d be watching.” He raised his brows at you, his tone slightly confused and flustered.

You simply shrugged, before leaning down and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. This was the key.

His heart rate practically shot up, his face burning red. You weren’t sure if it was your actions, or the fact thousands of people were watching.

“Now you gotta end the stream, I’ll see you in a bit.” You patted his shoulder, before exiting the room, leaving him a complete flustered and smiling mess.

[funktchonalhuman4]

The way I feel about him is concerning to feminism

Oh my god the way I would suck his dick, I’m slurping that shit down crazy style, I’m down there for hours

[supernatural-bias]

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."