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I LOVE YOU TOO KALEN !!!!! (well... if you insissst!!) ugh im so jealous you got to go to japan. and sad about the hot goss 💔 but i forgive you. i have also been lurking these days girl 🙏 and i saw the HOTTEST hasan piker edit and i thought of you. it had me sweating and drooling and i thought "kalen loves this guy!" (he looks eerily like one of my ex-bf's dad. eerily) and yes ofc finals season + procrastination + good sleep = lovelies <3

i have been GOOD !! waiting for the warm weather so i can finally tan. smh. (i am casper the ghost skin colored. but persistent) i'm excited to burn in the sun and eat acai bowls for three months (the dream)

I LOVED CATCHING UP WITH YOU GIRL #imanosyassbitch

kalen!! with the risk of sounding supersuper parasocial , how have you been??

(with the same tone as a nosy mom at PTA meeting) how are the kids... hows the wife... how was traveling... any hot goss

but like!! besides the sillies! how are you!!?? like favorite pasta shape,, idk.!!

I LOVE YOU TEDDDYYYY you don’t sound parasocial at all i promise!!!!

my kids (dog and cat) are very well. my wife.. well unfortunately i don’t have a wife but my BF is also good !!!!!!!! i miss him ngl 💔💔. travel was AMAZING i had so much fun in japan it was beautiful and INCREDIBLEEEEE and so pretty and fun and yummy food and i miss it already !!!!! no hot gossss my life is boring rn 💔

i’ve been pretty good!! my hyper fixating has kind of shifted from chuckle sandwich to marvel/bucky barnes at the moment so ive just been kind of lurking rather then posting on tumblr 😿 plus uni is keeping me super busy on my toes with lots of exams and stress sigh i love procrastination!!!!

how have YOUUUU BEEN my fav 🫶🫶🫶 i must know i feel like we haven’t spoken in ages

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°🥂⋆.ೃ🍾࿔*:･ baby, you're like lightning in a bottle / i can't let you go now that i got it / and all i need is to be struck ... by... your electric love!

visuals: reader's intended dress / wedding venue

after posing for the twelfth photo in a row, schlatt felt like his jaw was going to fall clean off. he honestly wished it would, because then maybe father john would stop being so damn boring. not like priests were known for being party animals anyway, but still.

the reason he was in this stuffy-ass church anyway, taking photos with the fakest smile in the world on was because his cousin, cooper, was getting hitched. to a girl he met in college, ainlee. they'd been dating for over five years now (so it was about damn time, schlatt thought.)

he glanced over at the people shoved in the pews like sardines. his older cousin, kira, had a chubby baby on her hip who kept trying to bite her hand clean off. johnny bit the inside of his cheek. it was always a stark reminder that he was the youngest schlatt, when he saw his older cousins drinking and having kids and getting married.

as his eyes lazily glanced over the crowd of people in the pews, he made eye contact with an unfamiliar face. a pretty one, at that. johnny was looking into a pair of big, curious eyes. his face flushed and he looked away immediately as the photographer cooed at the "tall young man" to "move more towards the back".

during the twentieth photo, all he did was sneak glances at the pretty girl in the pew. she had a gold cross on her neck, a sweater next to her as she read the program, looking unbothered as her lips settled into a pout.

the second the photos were over, he wanted to go up to her. he really did. but then his mom ushered him and his older cousin, corey, and sister to get their "asses in the car" and all of a sudden she'd disappeared in the crowd.

but then, he saw that glimpse of purple again.

he was at the bar with corey― corey had a glass of corona in his hand, but since johnny was just barely seventeen, he was downing a coca-cola. as he sifted through the crowd, making his way back to his seat (with his name written in curse on the placecard) when he made eye contact with the pretty face again.

my humps echoed throughout the venue as purple dress girl danced her heart out, surrounded by older girl cousins who were clearly wasted. but she was also holding a coca-cola, staying (unwillingly) sober like himself.

he asked around. and around. apparently, she was the daughter of a friend of johnny's uncle. a year younger than him. and, many people added, a sweetheart. smart. things of that nature.

"hey, twinsies."

johnny whipped his head around to make eye contact with... you. purple dress girl. you were the first person he'd talked to all night that was, well, anywhere near his age. he raised a brow. "sorry, what?" his new york accent was thick, and he cringed. he looked like he was trying too hard.

she blinked, gesturing vaguely to their two coca-cola cans. "we're both drinking coke. cool, right?" and she flashed a smile at him. shy, but with an air of mischeviousness.

and he folded.

"yeah, uhm... twinsies." he managed, a shy smile on his face. "say, uh, what's your name? 'm johnny."

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

Hi this is unrelated but am I the only one who thinks caseOh and Charlie would be a good duo on stream. Idk I think they would get along well and make an entertaining stream together

totally agree. would this function be crazy ?? abso-freaking-loutely. i would be down for it. manifest it anon !! 💞

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

> hold me close and say you care , because i'm in love with your brown hair !!

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ happy virtual life, happy wife

"hey, sweet'art, guess how much the croissant costs at that bougie-ass place down the street—" schlatt chuckled as the door opened with a familiar creeeak! "toots?" he paused, voice growing more confused until he poked his head into your bedroom.

schlatt and you mutually agreed, since you were both introverted people, sometimes you needed your own space— so a compromise appeared— you each get your own bedroom! (however, schlatt often just slept in your room, which kinda ruined the point of the agreement)

there you were, curled up in those rose-print sheets, your room pitch black as you swung your legs back and forth, giggling to yourself like you were doing something sneaky. schlatt, ever-the-graceful, tip-toed behind you and peered over your shoulder.

your computer screen was lit up by the sims 4 logo. there were two sims on your screen, a short girl and a tall boy with brown hair and a tiny mustach—

"hey, 's that me?" a lopsided grin grew on schlatt's face as you shrieked, immediately closing your laptop.

stammering and chuckling nervously, you sat up against the headboard, adjusting your hair. "heyy, honey, wow. you're home, er, early." you gulped. smooth, merry.

schlatt fondly rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to her as his gangly legs dangled off the edge of the bed, lazily resting an arm on your shoulder. "y'know, most guys gotta worry about their girlfriend cheatin' on 'em. so, c'mon, whatever you're doin' on there can't be that bad, right?"

"right," you echoed as schlatt leaned towards your cheek, about to kiss you when he grabbed your laptop and stood up as you frantically squealed for him to not open it.

schlatt opened your laptop with his left hand, rubbing the back of his neck with the other. "sorry for pullin' a fast one on ya, toots, but the suspense is killin' me."

he opened your laptop to see a family named the schlatts. two sim-replicas of you and schlatt sat in their shared house with three kids, in a huge mansion in a beautiful town. the kids all had names, their own rooms, and you guys had three dogs and four cats. "jeez, it's like a barnyard in 'ere," schlatt muttered, but he was fighting a huge smile.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ playing gamer bf bingo

schlatt begrudgingly accepted tommy's request for a video— "minecraft's funniest reality cooking show", where tommy gathered a random group of youtubers and pitted them against each other survivor-style. schlatt was hesitant, because he was supposed to go out with you today, but you insisted that he do the video instead. you two could always go out tomorrow!

as a compromise, schlatt made you sit on the comfy little couch he had positioned behind his gaming setup, so he could at least be near you. in turn, you decided to test a little experiment.

you kept seeing this tiktok trend of girls doing "COD bingo" with their gamer boyfriends, so you decided to make your own— schlatt bingo. holding your knees to your chest, you propped up your little piece of paper and got all giddy every time you got to cross something off.

"fuck!" he yelled, eliciting a quiet giggle from you as you crossed off your free space and the 'fuck' space at the same time.

after you were just one little space away from bingo, schlatt caught on to your periodic giggles and whipped his head around, letting his headphones pool around his neck. "toots, whatcha laughin' at? is it my jokes?" he grinned, staring at you with mild confusion and equal parts fondness.

"shh, i'm winning bingo right now. go back to your little game."

schlatt was about to respond with "what the fuck?" but you put a finger up, shushing him effectively. he turned around and heard a scream of triumph behind him as he finally screamed at tommy, "fuck you, bitch!"

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ war & peace

old habits die hard. specifically, the old habit of schlatt playing first-person shooter games with voicechat on (a combination worse than fire and oil). schlatt didn't have his headset on because the lobby seemed pretty mellow, save for the occasional comment or something.

you were sat on his lap, reading a book with your legs dangling over the armrest of the chair, eyes fluttering shut slowly at every new word you read.

it was all peaceful, calm— until it wasn't. a kid with a squeaky, pre-pubescent voice joined the lobby and made it his mission to ruin everyone's day.

schlatt used to be that kid back in the day, so he presumed if he ignored the teen long enough that he would back off and realize he wasn't funny. but he didn't. he could deal with that, though.

the last straw was that the kid scared you— he shrieked into the mic and you jumped, letting out a squeal of terror.

schlatt grabbed his mic instantly. "ay, pipsqueak. shut the fuck up, because you just woke up my girl, and i swear to god if i have to hear your grating, annoying-ass voice again i will crawl through your fucking ipad screen and beat your goddamn ass."

the lobby was eerily quiet after that, and the silence lulled you to sleep. schlatt kissed your forehead. all was good in the world!

i'm alive !! 3 in one post as a sorry (and crawling back into my schlatt era... question mark?) tomodachi icons: @22even

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

─── writers corner pt2 .ᐣ

now i know we all sit and right silly little fanfics about making out with our favorite youtubers, but honestly

i think we need to highlight more who we are outside our writing. like, i was wondering― if i started a poetry blog, would anyone genuinely follow and/or like it?

and i've always wanted to hear more about my mutuals hobbies, things they love, things they've always wanted to do.

so, anyone who sees this―

COMMENT SOMETHING !! i want to hear something that reminds me you're a real person. even if you're not tagged !!!

writers corner taglist (dm me to be added / removed): @slimeypaws, @medlarmeadows, @k4lenz, @777nicetits, @the-slimebox, @d4zed4ndc0nfused, @ilov3thestarz, @memento-rory, @laambfuzz, @fullofgutsndopamine, @elliejell, @buckys-goodgirl

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

ooo !! thanks for inviting me <3

it ain't me, babe - timothee chalamet, monica barbaro

self control - frank ocean

free now - gracie abrams

work song - hozier

she smokes in bed - tv girl

@777nicetits, @medlarmeadows, @ilov3thestarz, @milf-ivy

When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish them, and send this ask to the last 10 people in your notifications. I think it's like a chain or something I got it too

Eh why not

Riot-Earl Sweatshirt

White Flag-Dido

Warsaw-Lovejoy (I PIRATED IT DW)

Messy-Lola Young

Birds Don't Sing-TV Girl

This is what I like as of April 2025 <3

@snazum @waddei @stub-balls @the-slimebox @melrambles @xuhwo

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

♱ i take thee at thy word; call me but love, and i'll be new baptized; henceforth i will never be romeo.

the chairs in the old classroom creaked as the boy behind you, hugh james leaned back dangerously on his chair. your ancient chemistry teacher had warned him about breaking his back if he "flew too close to the sun", but he never listened. the students at st. ephrem never seemed to listen.

the teacher, however, had come down with a bad case of the flu that was going around the entire academy. therefore, a substitute took her place. the substitute was young and presumably inebriated the second he walked into work. he'd been asleep at his desk for almost an hour now, (and hugh james had even tested it by throwing paper balls at his face, and he still didn't move). some students were even convinced he was dead.

you glanced around the room anxiously, your leg bouncing under your skirt as you absentmindedly traced crosses on the outside of your hand. what snapped you out of your trance was a feeling of a tap on your shoulder. at first, you rolled your eyes, thinking it was hugh james playing tricks on you again (his favorite one was trying to make you say 'hell' or even the f-word.) but then the light tap was followed up by a familiar hiss of, "lizzy!"

well, only one person dared to call you that. you whipped your head around to see charlie, a dopey grin on his face. "what?" you groaned, resisting the urge to start rubbing your temples.

he slid a small piece of paper onto your desk, tapping it pointedly. his lips pursed together to mouth, "read", as if you needed that simple instruction.

but you did as he said, flipping over the sheet of paper. it had scribbles in blue ink of dinosaurs and flames, stickmen fighting and little hearts in the corner (about what, or for who, you had no idea). what really caught your attention was the little note scribbled right in the middle. you look pretty in blue! - charlie

hesitantly, you ran your fingers across the seam of your headband. it was light blue, and you decided to wear it today to spruce up the outfit a little. you were unsure of what inspired the change, but it couldn't hurt— right? not wanting charlie to get a big head about it, you glanced over your shoulder with a pointed look. "ha," you deadpanned.

charlie's brow furrowed, confused like a lost puppy. "huh? what are you laughing at?"

accusingly, you held up the note. "your joke," you scoffed. "real original, dalgeish."

"nono!" he yelped, making a few classmates glance up from their papers to look at him as if he were crazy. charlie leaned over the table, holding the back of your chair to get your attention. "i—i'm not joking, i would never do that. i'm serious, swear." to put the cherry on top, he even did the little "father-son-holy-spirit" hand motion.

and, well, you couldn't help the shy smile that graced your lips. quietly, you muttered, "oh. well... thank you, charlie."

charlie's expression was indiscernible if he won the lottery or just got a thank you from a girl (the latter was right) — and he broke out into a huge grin, the edges of his eyes crinkling. "anytime." he propped an elbow up on the desk, slumping his cheek into his palm and grinning at you.

♱ the library.

"sooo, how's the book?" he chirped, leaning over your shoulder as you shied away from him, closing the book with a loud thud! it felt different, but refreshing, to read something other than the bible. and this book was cute.

cautiously you murmured under your breath, "actually, i started another one."

charlie's eyes almost popped out of his head, like how those cartoons you deemed sinful that were always in the paper were. "what? lizzy, spill. c'mon. i'm your best friend," he pried, pouting and batting his puppy dog eyes at you.

you rolled your eyes, holding the book close to your chest to make sure he couldn't see the incriminating cover. "first of all, you're not my best friend—"

"oh, really? then who is, huh?"

shooting him a deadpan look, because the answer was oh-so obvious, you answer "my lord and savior. anyway—"

charlie's eyes widened comedically. "what does he have that i don't?" he exclaimed, seeming genuinely distraught.

"...is that a serious question?"

"yes!" upon seeing the look of horror on your face, charlie covered up his yelp with a scoff. "...pfft— no. uh, you said you were reading something?" he gestured to her book.

you showed him the cover quickly, as if you was scared prying eyes would see what she was doing. charlie slung his backpack over his shoulder and let it fall with a slump onto the table. he pulled a thermos out of his backpack and started to eat soup in the library— right next to the sign where it said no eating!

"hey!" you hissed, trying to snatch the thermos away from him. "that's against the rules."

charlie rolled his eyes, shrugging. "i'm hungry." he chirped simply, putting a spoon to his lips. as your hand reached to take it, he put his hand on the side to keep it still. this made your hands overlap, an electric shock going between the two of you.

you weren't mouthy after that. to distract from what just happened, charlie asked you dozens of questions about the book until you two fell into a lull of casual conversation until the librarian told them she had to lock up for the night and they had to go.

"i can walk you home." charlie blurted, a dorky smile on his face. "protect you from all the bad guys roaming the streets, y'know."

you ran your tongue over your teeth, debating the pros and cons as you crossed your arms over your sweater. before you could let a yes leave your lips, charlie grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the library. he chatted incessantly to you all the way home, until he came to your door.

"hey—" charlie rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, chuckling. "my friends and i are a hosting a d&d night at my house tomorrow, if... if you wanna come." he offered, voice wavering.

you snorted, incredulous that he thought you would engage in that kind of devil worshipping. "maybe when you read the entire bible," you quipped, and shut the door.

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ᯓ ✈︎ fly to the city, excited to see your face, hold me, console me, and then i'll leave without a trace

⚲ sayulita, mexico.

the waves crashed against the shore. all was peaceful on the coast, until the loud sound of cheering pierced the air.

a girl dressed in a tube top and a perfect bikini line on her shoulders and wearing shorts that were way too short to be anywhere near classy was riding through the city on a red bicycle, fruit shoved in the front basket of the bike that jostled slightly as she biked over the stone path.

across the island, ted had just woken up. he wasn't the best at adjusting to the new time change, but he knew going back to sleep was even worse. cracking his neck and stretching his arms, he rolled out of bed and tossed on a t-shirt and some swim shorts. ted was determined to make breakfast before tucker woke up, to impress him.

wandering aimlessly through the winding streets (he was the picture-perfect vision of a dumb american tourist), he eventually found himself in front of a store with an awning that read bodega. whipping out his phone to quickly translate that into english, it meant store. that was good, that's what he needed!

as he walked right in (the place had no door! he imagined that in LA. not a great idea), a slight jingle followed his entry. the place was quiet, save for the light music playing throughout the store, a man playing guitar as he serenaded. shazam recognized it as desnúdate mujer by frankie ruiz.

the only two people in the store was the cashier, who was flipping through radio channels, and a girl who had her back towards ted, holding a tote bag and glancing through the liquor section. as she glanced to the side, ted got a look at her face. she was beautiful. the girl had the swagger and confidence of a local, not a dumb american tourist like him, so he whipped out google translate.

his voice shaking a little, a grin crossed his face as he stumbled — "cerveza a las ocho en la mañana?" he cringed at his pathetic attempt at an accent.

the pretty girl whipped her head around. for a second, she looked surprised, until her face relaxed into a smirk. "tiempo es mentira," she quipped, and upon seeing the utterly baffled look on ted's face, translated, "time's a lie. relative. einstein dice, yeah?"

ted nodded, absolutely entranced by her. "uh—huh, yeah. uhm, what's— ¿para qué es la cerveza?" he kept furiously typing into google translate, glancing at her, and then fumbling through the spanish translation.

"mi cumpleaños. tengo veinticinco años. mi cerebro es completamente desarrollado ahora." the girl chuckles, shrugging as she put the mango she was holding back into the cardboard box they were huddled into. "eso es lo que dicen las científicas. ¿verdad?"

ted stared at her blankly— if life were a cartoon, he would be floating with heart eyes right now. but he felt the vibration from his phone of google translate putting what she said into english— it was her birthday. she was turning twenty-five. and something about her brain being developed, because that's what scientists said.

a quick google search of "how to flirt in spanish?" gave him spanishdict.com's advice of quick phrases to say, he landed on "¿puedo comprarte una bebida?" which was, "can i buy you a drink?" in english.

obviously, the girl was confused. they weren't at a bar. so ted, eyes wide with horror from embarrassing himself in front of her, gestured wildly to the beer she was holding. "¿quieres ... compro este cerveza?" ted was eighty-nine percent sure he asked something along the lines of, "would you like me to buy that beer for you", but with his choppy accent and delayed pronunciation, he wasn't sure. he could've insulted her whole family line. really didn't know.

the girl snorted, putting a hand on her hip as her gold jewelry jingled. "you can say it in english," she chuckled smoothly, running a hand through her hair. "that attempt at spanish was awful."

"sorry." ted smiled, that easygoing expression finally resting on his face. "i'm no, uh— what's it called?— polyglot."

the girl snickered. "definitely not." ted watched her debate something in her head, tilting her chin and glancing up before holding out a hand. "peregine. everyone calls me perri."

"theodore." what the fuck? ted panicked. no one called him theodore except his mom. "ted. uhm, call me whatever."

perri lit up, clapping happily. "tedoro! encantado de conocerte! nice to meet you, theodore." she paused for a second, glancing into her tote bag and pulling out a notepad. "hey, are you an axe murderer?"

ted let out a loud, surprised laugh. because, well, who the fuck asks that, straight up? especially at eight in the morning, in broad daylight, in a tiny bodega. "not that i know of." he snorted, playfully wiggling an eyebrow.

"cool." perri shoved her bottle of beer into his hand. "wanna come to my birthday?"

"yeah! that sounds..." his voice cracked as he tried to pronounce, "divertido?"

perri was clearly delighted at his attempt. "awesome. ¿me darías tu número de teléfono?"

ted tapped a finger to his chin, squinting as his brain genuinely hurt trying to translate. but eventually he managed, "...something about a phone number."

"look at you, poquito inteligente! what's your number, so i can send you the address?" perri teased lightly, like they'd known each other forever.

ted had never fished out his phone from a pair of cargo shorts faster. immediately, he placed his phone into her palm, and their fingers brushed for just a second. he felt a zip of electricity go up his spine, but he ignored it. probably just a sunburn. "can you teach me a little spanish?" he grinned, relaxing around her now they had the banter going between them.

"oh, yeah. when you meet someone for the first time, make sure to say chinga tu madre! it's what the locals say to greet each other." perri assured him, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face.

so who would've known she was lying?

divider by @anitalenia

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

perri. welltraveled!reader

perri who is moved around her entire life. not staying in one place for long, and that translated into her adult life — perri catches flights, not feelings! what a queen. she loves tanning and gold jewelry, the ocean, and açai bowls. oh, and peanut butter. and from time to time, she'll indulge in some american snacks (oreos.)

perri who is a carefree soul, always sings karaoke the loudest — but isn't the biggest drinker. if she has a drink in her hand, it's some kind of mimosa or fruity, girly drink. she's positive and even though she's been gifted airpods, still insists on wearing plug-in headphones because she likes the aesthetic. she loves orange juice and strawberry lemonade.

perri who is trilingual, she speaks spanish (her 'first' language, she learned spanish and english interchangeably), english, italian, and a splash of korean. she grew up in america, skittering around all of the fifty states. but every summer, she'd make her way down to a small town in mexico named sayulita. and she learned a lick of korean from her childhood best friend's mom, a strict korean woman who always yelled in her native language, which eventually perri was able to roughly translate.

perri who is from a family that valued christian values, but vaguely. they went to church, but they would also drink and swear up a storm everywhere they went. she still wears a cross necklace around her neck, but it's mostly for aesthetics because she saw a girl wear it on her pinterest board. her name is actually peregrine, but she goes by perri for short.

perri who is a flirty bisexual, kissing boys and girls alike in front of christ the redeemer in brazil, the eiffel tower, and everything in between. she's also a great surfer, and keeps a little trinket from every one of her travels. she keeps the plane and train tickets and puts them into a picture frame that she has hung up at her primary residence.

her playlist.

fics under this reader:

ticket one: fly to the city, excited to see your face, hold me, console me, and then i'll leave without a trace

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

@slimeypaws my beloved

when ur talking abt headcanons w/ ur friend and they start typing for a really long time

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

heyyyy! for the ‘writers corner’ post you made, is it open to everyone to comment on or just for the people you tagged? i was thinking of sharing some but i don’t want to offer my 2 cents if it’s not welcomed.

uhh, duhhh! the more the merrier, girl! i would love to hear your two cents! go on!! comment!

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

─── let's call this ... writers corner .ᐣ

okay! connected to my last poll post, but i need help from the rpf community here. ted, schlatt and charlie writers unite.

what do we think ted, schlatt and charlie's love languages are? how do they show it?

ted ambassador(s), @k4lenz, @obsessivestar, @the-slimeboxslimebox ... speak!

charlie ambassador(s), @lanadoeswriting, @slimeypaws, @ilov3thestarz ... speak!

schlatt ambassador(s), @777nicetits, @memento-rory, @mads-hemmo ... speak!

even if the headcanons are cringey or self-indulgent, I WANNA HEAR THEM !!!!

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

─── little help here, everyone .ᐣ

⋆｡°✩ reader edition

vibes i'm looking for are like alternative girl who's broke but always has a good time OR like intensely artsy and deep. literally opposites sides of a spectrum.

and now... calling upon my disciples (aka my board of trusted moots) to answer my call. (please tell me if you would like to be removed from the taglist!!)

@777nicetits, @lanadoeswriting, @medlarmeadows, @memento-rory, @ilov3thestarz, @slimeypaws, @milf-ivy, @k4lenz, @melrambles

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

oh so what if i saw this repost and my heart stopped medically beating for 21.4 seconds

me when i see that my favorite charlie writer not only reposted my stuff but poured their HEART OUT INTO MY REPOST

hearing i have the charlie voice is the best compliment possible because it's a writing insecurity 😭 and to hear that from YOU?? my ego is the size of the continent asia!

I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR THE REPOST WCBAH WAS SO GOOOOD. HAPPY BINGING! ! ! ! 💕💗💖

♱ 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.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆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 😋 !!

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my favorite notification of the day is jay's rebolgs also STOP I SAW YOUR TAG OF TEDDY'S TALES AND I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE HONORED!!

♱ the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it? (jeremiah 17:9)

the library was your refuge, your safe haven. everyone was quiet there, and you got to indulge in literature without anyone harassing you or calling you names, commonplace at st. ephrem academy. you wished the teasing was stop; but you comforted yourself with the lull of john 15:18: "if the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it hated you."

the librarian, miss helen, was a kind woman, she kept books for you in the back (mainly religious texts) and often gave you little updates on how her two cats, holden and atticus, were doing. sometimes, she even let you stay after closing or go into the teacher's lounge room to pray while she grabbed a coffee.

the library wasn't exactly bursting at the seams, but it was a little more full than usual. there were free seats, but those were at tables where kids were chatting and using the library as a rec room. the only seat next to someone who didn't look overly social or that they'd make fun of you was a brown-haired boy hunched over a book. perfect. he wouldn't bother you. right? (oh, how you were wrong.)

you took a seat next to the boy, slipping your backpack onto the back of the creaky wooden chair and taking a seat. you opened your bible, turning the page to 1 peter. the words had become second nature to you, and you were on your way to memorizing each chapter in order. it was a slow process, but fun for you.

what snapped you out of your devout focus was the sound of a wrapper crinkling. you turned to your left to see the brown-haired boy shoving a chocolate chip cookie in his mouth. he caught your gaze and sheepishly started to chew a tad bit slower.

"you're not supposed to have food in here." you lean towards him a little, hissing under your breath as you chastise him and point to the sign that said no food or drinks! right next to miss helen's desk..

he blinked up at you, eyes wide like a little kid who was getting in trouble for eating playdoh. which was actually a pretty good metaphor for the situation. then, he shrugged casually. "well, a cookie never hurt anybody." he chirped before taking a bite out of the cookie again.

you scoffed. "that's not true."

"oh, really?" he deadpanned, raising a brow. "who has it hurt?"

got me there. you furrowed your brow, your tongue poking your cheek. "...someone," you managed, staring at the cookie in his hand intently. ignoring the growling in your stomach— you'd decided to fast today— you debated the options of snatching it out of his hand. what would jesus do? you pondered.

"do you want a bite?" glancing up, a pair of blue eyes blinked at you through his glasses. gently, he offered the cookie out to you.

you blinked. that was kind of him. but you shook your head gently and replied, "i can't. i'm fasting."

"why?"

it was such a simple question. it sounded eerily like your three-year-old cousin, always asking why to everything. but he asked it in a genuine, curious tone— not when other kids asked you questions about religion just to tease or make fun of you. he genuinely wanted to know. "to overcome temptation. it says so in matthew," you inform.

his brow furrowed, face scrunched up in concentration. "but... aren't you hungry?"

"i suppose," you mutter under your breath, tugging on one of your ponytails.

"so, have a bite." he instructed gently, holding the cookie out again. a few crumbs fell into your lap, and you quickly scrambled to brush them off.

"i can't."

"but what if you get too hungry and you turn into a zombie and start eating people instead?" he pried, voice as serious as ever, yet his words were absurd.

you stared at him blankly. "you're insane."

"no, i'm charlie." a dumb, dopey grin spread across his face, like a proud dad who'd successfully executed the perfect dad joke.

for reasons you couldn't explain, you sighed and played into his little joke. your tone deadpan, you replied, "hi, charlie."

the boy's— charlie's— smile grew wider as he leaned forward, propping his elbow up on the table, cheek resting in his palm as he stared at you with a warm look on his face. "what's your name?"

"elizabeth-anne," you glance around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to your conversation. they weren't.

"you have a nickname?" charlie chirped, looking pleased with himself (and right at you.)

you shake your head gently, ribboned ponytails flapping against your back. "no. i respect the name my Lord gave me."

he pauses, tapping his chin. "i know! lizzy would be a good nickname for you."

you recoil slightly hearing the nickname on his lips. "that's not elizabeth-anne," you say slowly, trying to hammer in the ideals of keeping the name the Lord gave you. but then again, you couldn't help but feel a little fuzzy in your heart that someone wanted to give you a nickname. there was a subtle intimacy to the act. slowly, charlie's expression started to fall, and you quickly scrambled to add, "but... it's better than beth."

"lizzy it is then." he beams. "and if i give you a nickname, that means you're my friend. and as your friend, i'm telling you, you should eat." he slides the cookie towards you for the third time, gesturing for you to eat it. you were hesitant, and charlie could tell, so he decided to see if the dog would bite the bone. "if you don't know how, i can teach y—"

"i know how," you snap, glancing around and making sure miss helen wasn't looking before biting into the cookie slowly and as quietly as possible. it was good.

"see? not so bad, is it?" charlie grinned proudly. "my mom's a baker."

"no..." you replied slowly, surprised on how good it tasted. "it's not."

he looked pleased. "i'm glad." then, he turned back to the thick book he was reading— you glanced to the book's spine and read dungeon and dragons: master's guide. a chill ran through your spine. that was one of the games they warned you about at church.

"that game promotes satanic activites, you know," you couldn't help but blurt.

charlie looked up from his book, brushing the brown locks out of his face. "...huh?"

you gesture wildly to the book, a look of horror on your face. but charlie just lets out an amused chuckle, a guffaw, and asks in an incredulous voice: "you think i'm summoning satan in the school library?"

"well, when you put it like that..." you frowned, turning back to your book.

charlie peered over your shoulder, and after a few seconds of silence, chirped, "do you only read the bible?"

you paused. "not only, but mostly."

"you should try reading something else. like a palette cleanser." he glanced over to see the look of horror on your face and quickly added, "b—because it'll make reading the bible more fun after! it will be like re-reading it for the first time all over again."

that sounded plausible. so you let charlie lead you over to the romance section (you made charlie walk behind you as to cover you from the prying eyes) and pick out a book for you.

a book with a cover of a boat and light blue forget-me-nots. huh. it looked alright, you supposed, and no one could guess it was a romance book. "my mom likes this one," charlie added gently, placing the book in your hands.

you looked up at him and smiled. "thank you, charlie." and to charlie, hearing his name on your lips sounded the same as the angel's song when you were to enter the pearly gates.

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