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yet ANOTHER charlie x gn reader drabble

warnings: none

author's note: oh my god im back!!! (i said to my 5 followers) anyway schools over and im so out of ideas right now so im honestly down to write whatever anybody asks (i said yet again to my 5 followers)

The field stretches for what seems kilometers, stained with golden dandelions, and those annoying purple flowers that nobody ever considers. 

A huge oak, the only one on the entire property, provided shadow and refreshment

on an unusually hot day in the middle of May, not exactly welcome, that summer-like temperature, but nobody ever complains about having just a teeny tiny taste of the bright season.

You were laid back on your hands, which were red and sweaty, and tired of sustaining your weight on your mother’s once loved white tablecloth stained with red wine; therefore useless. Charlie laid exactly like he would in bed, on his side, with a hand below his ear, probably staring at the long, unkempt grass. The food you brought bored you both, a few scattered toasts, stained with red water from the tomatoes, or attacked by flies; or the forgotten strawberries that you meticulously cut into squares, and showered with lemon juice and sugar, poked by a couple of midges that ran in an invisible circle and, when they bumped into each other, ran away as far as they could, only to start the tag game all over again. 

When Charlie moved, you were distracted, and pliantly went into his arms, laying your head in his lap. 

—the strawberries were awesome,— he stated, after a few long minutes of silence and caressing your arm.

—thanks.

He leans down to peck your nose, which makes you giggle.

—half of them stayed in the bowl, though,— you add.

—yeah, well, I gotta eat the stuff I made, too.

A hand comes up to his face, blindly trying to shove him, though Charlie only takes your wrist and presses a kiss to your palm. You relent, and your arm falls back by your side.

He starts running his fingers through your hair, caressing it, and playing with it. you don't complain when he braids it too tight, or too close to your scalp, and only close your eyes, struggling enough as it is to block the invading midday light. 

—Aren't you hot? — you ask with half lidded eyes.

—yeah.

—don’t you wanna leave?

He just shrugs and makes a face that says “who cares?”, only to lean back against the huge tree trunk. It doesn't take you long to understand his dissent and you eventually close your eyes again.

The most delicate wind (whether it’s hot, or cold it doesn't matter) brushes the leaves and the grass.

—so we’re staying?— he asks, almost rhetorically.

—you don't wanna leave, let's not kid ourselves,— you laugh sarcastically.

He hums, and slouches back against the oak.

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i cant mebtion him to my hgs anymore. worse than a crush tbh

have i told you how much i love charlie dalton. i love charlie dalton. i love him so much you don’t understand. i can yap about him all day long. charlie dalton charlie dalton charlie dalton charlie dalton charlie dalton charlie dalton charlie dalton charlie dalton charlie dalton charlie dalton

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Knox, Chris, Chet, Charlie and Ginny as Gatsby, Daisy, Tom, Nick and Jordan

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they’re so awkward lol help me

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Idc how much of a disaster this man is. HE IS MY CONFORT CHARACTER AND WILL BE UNTIL I HAVE PERISHED

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Do you have enough love in your heart To go and get your hands dirty? It isn’t that much, but it’s a good start So go and get your hands dirty 

dirty, grandson

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I fear I cooked

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DPS X Peanuts

A style study while drawing my fave poets

This probably one of the funnest things I’ve drawn in ages

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remember when the boys were all electric?

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chaos screaming, chaos dreaming

gotta do more, gotta be more

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Incredibly 'Man' Things You'd Find Them Doingˎˊ˗

this is sooooo funny. basically the guys being masculine.

Neil would sneak behind you to grab tea. Nothing said, just slipping his arm past your waist to get a kettle and make his morning earl grey. Gives you shivers lol.

Steven does your taxes for you. He'd insist you'd be there to give him warm company, but he'd distractedly put your leg up his lap and squeeze on your ankle. He lets it stay there, eyes focused, fingers gripping his pen and etching on whatever is necessary. He would pull you back if you even attempted going away.

Richard would have road rage. Not the annoying loans-it-on-you kind. It's the him yelling out "I've got my wife in the car. Steer right, you asshole!" kind. He's stuck with taking deep breaths the next few minutes, then kissing the back of your palm, "I'm sorry, honey"... after it he'll return being laser-focused on finding your destination. ^_^

Charlie fixes things; whether it's your porch swing that always creaks, the barbecue grill your family hasn't used in years, or the hole on the ceiling no one bothered to patch back up. One day you'll just find him with oil smothered all over his shirt, hands, chin. He comes up to you and when you ask him what he just did, he swings a towel on his neck and urges you back in. He's mister "Nothing, baby. I got it all covered."

Todd bites on things to stabilize them. Making a kite? The string is in mouth as he sticks the paper in place. Tracing the lawn fence? He has a marker on his mouth, closing it with a 'click!' when he's finished. He gives you a triumphant grin right after and you always melt.

Knox domineers for you in the sweetest most ugh way you could fathom. He'd speak to strangers when you're not feeling up for it, he'd order what you love off the menu as you hold onto his arm and snuggle against him, and he'll help you lift that huge pile of groceries to the house in one go. He gets all sweaty and panting after, and it really gets you.

Gerard rubs on your hips lovingly when you sit on his lap, all dreamy-eyed as he looks up to your eyes. He admires you so much, his girl, his woman. "You're my everything," he'd croak out so quietly, you barely heard it. It ends with you cooing at him, pampering him with love.

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He even tucks the thumb

oh boy

Welcome to the Fourth Reich dickheads. This is what you wanted. This is what you get.