#charlie slimecicle fluff

[unlust-fvck]

"please get off my lap." "but you're so much prettier from this angle."

with chuckle sammy + will (and dreamy weamy if not its ok)

i had so much fun writing this :’) i went OVERBOARD.

schlatt- it was one of those normal work days for him; editing and playing the same clip over and over again until he deemed it perfect. you, on the other hand, found this pointless and decided to go bother him.

“jayyyyyy”

he wouldn’t even move, knowing your exact objective. he’d just let out one of those disappointed parental sighs. you’d peer into the room and quietly patter into the once spare bedroom that was now schlatt’s streaming/editing/whatever-else room. as you walked up behind him, you placed both of your palms firmly onto his shoulders and nuzzled your cheek into his, now longer, hair. inhaling deeply, you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

“i’m busy.”

he knew he couldn’t keep you off for long after you let out a pitiful whine. schlatt let out a sigh as his eyes fluttered closed and spun around in his chair to face you. he stared at you with an inquisitive look. you smiled, knowing you had gotten your way as your eyes flickered down to his lap, then back up to his. he shook his head.

“toots, i’m busy.”

he could repeat it until the end of time as you climbed into his lap. he gave in reluctantly as one arm wrapped around the small of your back to keep you steady. as he attempted to finish his video, you whined impatiently as you played with the neckline of his t-shirt.

“can you please get off my lap? you’re distracting me.”

“but you’re so much prettier from this angle”

he couldn’t argue with that.

charlie- as you got ready for bed, you could hear charlie humming to himself in the bedroom. just as you had finished brushing your teeth, you trotted into the bedroom and sat on the bed. you observed charlie as he tidied up the room, still humming to himself. as he laid down beside you, the humming ceased and his head plopped into your lap, his arms behind his head. you chuckled and pressed a lingering kiss to the center of his forehead. when you pulled away, you found him gazing at you. his eyes were so full of love; an adoring grin gracing his lips.

“char, you’ve got to get your head out of my lap, it’s bed time.”

he just continued to look at you as he formulated the perfect thing to say.

“but you look so pretty from this angle- n-not that you don’t look pretty all the time, im just saying that-“

you shut him up with a kiss.

ted- ted was all about domestic moments with you; everything from cooking dinners to going on dates that gave him butterflies though you had been together for years. tonight was movie night, yet you had other plans. instead of watching the movie that ted was very much interested in, you were gazing at him. the way his nose sloped down and was so cute. the way his eyes gleamed in the light of the television. he was perfect. just as you were bathing in his features, you didn’t realize how close you had gotten to him; your face inches away from his cheek. you pressed a small kiss to it and crawled into his lap for better access. before you could go any further, ted chuckled and tried to push you away, his view obstructed.

“honey pot, i can’t see. you’ve got to get off.”

you pouted and stood your ground as you pressed lingering kisses all along his face and down his neck.

“you.” kiss “just.” kiss “look.” kiss “so.” kiss “pretty.” kiss “from here.”

ted smiled and chuckled breathlessly, before taking his glasses off and sliding them onto the table. he laid down and pulled you with him as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips.

he really didn’t care if he missed the movie.

wilbur- will was a sunday morning enjoyer. he’d have his old battered book in one hand and the other drawing mindless shapes across your half asleep figure in bed. just as he was about to flip the page with his hand on you, you whined and pulled it back down. he looked at you for a moment, piecing your features together, before showing a gentle smile and placing his book down on the bed.

“s’wrong, love?”

his voice was sweet and like caramel; dripping from his lips ever-so gently. you could just melt as his hand continued moving across your collarbones and shoulders mindlessly. you huffed and nodded your head to his lap.

“i’m almost done with this chapter, not now, alright?”

you let out a whine in protest as he chuckled quietly and picked his book back up, the movements on your chest growing lazy. you knew you could push him. you scooted your head into his lap, gazing up at him from underneath his book. your eyes shined like stars; he was beautiful. wilbur let out a lighthearted sigh as he set his book down once again;

“darling, d’ya mind getting your head off my lap?”

you just shook your head, your eyes flickering to his slightly parted lips, then back up to his caramel eyes.

“you look much prettier from down here”

masterlist

[nikaizkool]

How they’d cuddle you 😻😻😻😘

Beanie trio + oxey duo

•George

Literally cradle you, wrapping his arms and legs around you like one of those hair claws practically trapping you in his grasp with his head tucked in your neck. If you try to get up he’d mumble into your neck/shoulder “mmmmmnoooooo stayyyyyy” and if you managed to escape he’d kiss your cheek and try to get you to come back to his comfort. “Mmmmmmmmm—love come back” he’d pull you back and cuddle you.

• Sapnap

He’d lay his head in your chest with his torso on your thighs and his hands cuddling your waist. If you tried to pull away he’d squeeze you to him groaning into your chest “nononononono—stay please” he’d low key just trap you by switching the position between you two where your head is in his chest and your torso is on his thighs. Eventually he’d let you go but he’d follow you around everywhere.

• Quackity 😻

His knees bent up between your stomach his head above yours and your head in his chest and your knees cradled up next to his, his arms around the small of your back and your hands closing the gap between you two by holding onto his chest. If you tried to get up he’d just slowly pull away from you looking back up at you “no more? :(“ you’d nod and he’d get up with you, following you around by your hand leading him around like a lost puppy.

• Wilbur

His lanky arms gently laying on top of you while your in fetal position with his head laying gently in the crook of your neck he’d smile into your neck whenever you made the slightest movement. Lowkey would probably lay his head in your thighs and fall asleep while you massage his hair but if you tried to get up from any position he’d groan “mnoooo come back— my love.” He’d put his hands on each side of your face and press a kiss to your forehead letting you leave and do whatever

•Charlie

He’d let you rest your head on his chest while his arm is wrapped around your shoulder with your hand resting on his stomach. If you’d troed to get up he’d lean down to kiss your forehead “why are you leaving? D:” he’d change position to where you were wrapped in both his arms and your head is tucked in his neck. If he let you get up he’d give you one last kiss before falling back to sleep.

[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.

[showf4lls]

ɞ ― make a home in you; chuckle sandwich

cw + info! fluff, headcanons / no CWs

includes! ted nivison + charlie slimecicle + jschlatt

dedication! @ivyinnit

notes! i’m currently trying to get over a breakup and am kind of struggling w yearning atmo so this request (while old) was kind of perfect thank you for dropping into my askbox, ivy!! little update: it’s been so long since i’ve received this request, i know. it should’ve been easy to get it out quickly, but school absolutely melted me this semester. i know that ivy’s deactivated now, but in the case that she comes across it, i hope you enjoy beloved <3

TED

⎼ y’all schedule out laundry days together. it’s cute as fuck okok

⎼ forehead and cheek kisses while you’re on your way out the door

⎼ if he wakes up before you, he makes your morning drink of choice just the way you like it! though, he prefers to sleep in with you

⎼ if you don’t have any important plans for the day and you’ve set alarms just for the sake of waking up at a certain time, he turns them all off before you wake up. he wants to give you an opportunity to rest as much as you need to; your body will wake up when it’s ready

⎼ brunch dates! while you guys prefer to sleep in together, you alternate between sleeping in and waking up at a reasonable hour depending on your plans. ted really likes taking you out to brunch and just walking around window shopping with you after

⎼ if either of you are going somewhere important, the other will help them get ready and run through a mental checklist with them before they go in order to make sure the person leaving has absolutely everything they need

⎼ y’all are constantly doing bits. it’s kind of confusing for your friends, but neither of you care much because you’re just having a great time

⎼ ted is an absolute gentleman always, not just in the honeymoon phase. constantly opening doors for you, helping you put your sweater on when you’re leaving the house, opening the car door for you. stuff like that

⎼ he rubber ducks for you a lot. just sits down near you and listens, letting you work out your issues by talking it out without feeling awkward about it

⎼ he’s just overall a great listener and very in-tune with your needs. only gives advice and input when you ask for it, but he always makes an effort to validate your feelings. holds you when you need him to and steps back when he senses that you need space. also really good at problem solving and helping out when you get overwhelmed or have sensory overload

– when you have bad days, he has a tendency to go above and beyond. he cooks dinner for you, makes sure your comfy clothes are all washed and clean, and generally just makes sure you have to do as little as possible so that you have the proper space to calm down

CHARLIE

– you guys have rapid fire joke contests together, usually late at night when you’re sitting on kitchen counters, snacking. you go back and forth until either the two of you are laughing so hard that it would be physically impossible to keep going, or someone can’t come up with a joke fast enough

– you try to stay on the sleep cycle but you both tend to get a little out of whack every once in a while, so you have these phases of going to sleep at a decent hour and then going to sleep when the sun is about to come up

– as such, you guys have these phases of making spontaneous runs to the grocery store or gas station to get snacks, usually cereal for some reason. you get whatever you want and charlie never lets you pay for any of it. on the later nights, you guys sometimes experiment with new flavors of things or weird snack combinations

– he has a thing about always making sure you’re warm enough. you’re a little chilly? he’s pulling his sweater off and pulling it over your head. once you’re all comfy and settled, he’s on his way to turn on the heater. your feet are cold? he’s running to get you a pair of fuzzy socks and a blanket in case your legs are cold too. even when you’re about to leave the house -- it’s colder than 50 outside? he’s scrambling around the house, gathering gloves and scarves and beanies for you to take with you in case you get cold, even if they don’t match. no other options but you’re still cold? mans is wrapping himself around you, trying to use his body heat to warm you up himself. he hates when you’re chilly and uncomfortable :[

– brings you home little presents all the time. literally anything that remind him of you. you have a collection of buttons and keychains that he’s seen while walking through shops. he also steals cool props from videos and projects to give to you. you have a little collection going

– loves pda all the time, but not always cuddling (which can sound confusing, but let me explain). he likes casual pda with you around the house, whether it be you resting your feet in his lap while you both lounge across the couch, sitting on the floor and leaning back on his legs while you watch a movie, him putting a hand on the small of your back while he moves around/behind you, holding onto your hand until you’ve walked out of reach, gently pressing his knuckles into your back while you’re laying on the other side of the bed and facing away from him. likes to be touching you when he can be but in little ways that aren’t super overwhelming (mostly because i feel like you’d both be too fidgety to just cuddle)

– some of your most domestic moments are spent in the kitchen, usually cooking dinner together. it’s light and warm and it feels so much like home that you sometimes find yourself questioning if it’s all real. he’s right there to tell you it is. but back to dinner. he loves cooking for you, and you love cooking for him. it’s all laughter and winding down from work days and gentle hugs and swaying together as he hums for you

SCHLATT

– it’s a little hard to find domestic moments with schlatt off the top of your head, but they’re there when you look for them. they’re quiet, but they’re ever present

– he sleeps a lot, meaning that you usually wake up before him. if he’s sleeping light enough to hear you get up, he’ll roll over, half asleep, wrap his arms around your middle, and pull you back into his chest, mumbling a groggy “ten more minutes, babe. i’ll be up then, jus’ ten more minutes.” it’s never just ten more minutes

– he picks you up and carries you around a lot. not in the typical way. if he thinks you’re working yourself too hard, he’ll grab you from your desk and throw you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the couch and forcing you to watch a movie with him. or you’ll be sleepily making yourself a snack in the kitchen and he’ll grab you from behind, just wrapping his arms around your middle and picking you up. he carries you, complaining and squirming, the whole way to your room and tells you it’s nap time

– you guys have a lot of nap dates. it’s an easy, sweet block of time for you guys to spend together, hazy and together while napping on and off. if one of you wakes up, you get to fondly watch the other nap until you fall asleep again. watch the easy rise and fall of their chest, run a hand through their hair, trace gentle patterns on their skin, play with their fingers, listen to the beating of your heart

– you do the dishes together. you wash and schlatt dries. sometimes you get into towel fights or start flicking water at each other with your fingers

– schlatt follows you out of bed when you get up in the middle of the night. he’d never admit it, but he has a hard time sleeping without you. he hates waking up to a cold bed. so when the clock blinks 3:17 and he feels around to find nothing beside him, even if your side of the bed is still warm, he huffs and gets up. pads through the house with puffy, tired eyes until he finds you. wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your head. “what are you doin’ outta bed?” he never waits for your response, just starts ushering you back to your room

– really likes seeing you in his clothes, again, not that he would ever admit it. he’ll purposely “forget” to do your laundry so that you have to start wearing his hoodies, tee shirts, sweats, etc. it just gives him the warm fuzzies, seeing you be so comfortable and cozy in his clothes

– hangs on you a lot on days when there’s nothing to do. he’s pretty idle about it, too, kind of like a character accessory. sometimes you just have to go around the house doing your stuff with this big man hanging off of you because you don’t have the heart to tell him to leave you alone for an hour or two to get your work done

[pray4saint]

My friend, do you think you could write something for dteam and chucky sammy about if they were having to sleep on the couch or something after an argument?

in the doghouse

masterlist & descrip. tv-ma. 15+. arguments. established relationships. bf!ted, bf!charlie, bf!schlatt. suggestive endings for ted & charlie, fluffy ending with schlatt.

started july 29th, finished sept 5th.

a/n. i'm writing dteam and chuckle sammy separately so here's chuckle sammy, tags: @st4rrybear & @slxtmeri

a/n 2. took like, a month off from writing this but here it FINALLY IS / as i'm finishing this, all of these feel a little out of character, esp schlatt's bc it was rushed but WHATEVER, lmk what you think

ted nivison

you don't even tell him anything, you just bring out a pillow and a blanket to the living room

your boyfriend laughs, ”are you serious?” you nod, ”as a fuckin' heart attack.” your arms remain crossed while you turn to storm off to the bedroom. he looks at your fleeting figure almost questioningly, like it still confuses him. at least until you slam the door behind you, then it becomes so much more real.

unfortunately for ted, he knew he couldn't sleep without you in his arms, or at the very least by his side. after a moment of thought and going back and forth over if it was really worth it to upset you again, he made his way down the hall and pushed the door open without a second thought. his eyes are trained on the floor when he first speaks, ”y/n, angel, honey–” and then he gets choked up, his gaze moving up to you, bare-chested. ”ted i told you to sleep on the couch!” you cross your arms over your chest and ted shakes his head, stepping closer to you. ”you know i can't do that.” he doesn't stop, his steps only getting closer. his arms find their way to yours, and his eyes train themselves on yours. ”teddy, go.” you pull one hand away and point behind him at the door. ”i can't do that either.”

you sigh, trying to keep your angered tone. ”and why is that?”

”because i'm not used to sleeping without you.” he puts on his best dramatics with his next words. ”if you send me back out there, my love, i'll just wait for you to fall asleep and find my way back in here to sleep with you anyways.” you try so hard to bite back the smile that wants so badly to peek out and say hi to him.

with matched dramatics, you let out another sigh. ”fine, but you're gonna have to make it up to me, you know that right?” you look up at him, smile tugging at your lips, and he pulls your chest flush against his chest. he leans down, voice barely a whisper in your ear. ”can i start now?” you nod breathlessly, and ted's lips attach to your neck. ”your wish is my command angel.” oh.

charlie slimecicle

'you know what charlie? you can sleep on the couch tonight.'

he yells back at you. ”but baby, i'm sorry!” you suck air in through your teeth, shaking your head at him. ”it's too late now charlie, now i'm going to bed, i suggest you get some rest.”

charlie waits for you to get back to the bedroom, genuinely debating with himself if he should just sleep on the couch and give you space or go on and beg for forgiveness. ultimately, charlie decided he'd try to sleep on the couch, alone, without you. the thought of it alone sent shivers down his spine and chills up his arms.

your boyfriend tossed and turned on the couch, trying to get comfortable, but he just couldn't. not without you. he sat up, groggy. then his head whipped around at the sound of your footsteps padding down the hallway. the flick of a light switch and the buzz of the lightbulb turned on revealed your figure, sloppily walking in, trying not to wake up too much. but it was too late for charlie, now he was invested in getting back in bed next to you.

he trotted his way back into the bedroom, trying to think of any and every possible solution to make you forgive him.

”y/n?” you jump back when you hear his voice combined with the feeling of his hands on your hips, pulling you closer. ”charlie what the fuck? you scared me.” his shoulders slump down, oops. ”i need you to forgive me. please? i'm sorry.” your eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly and when they did, you could see charlie sat on the bed, legs crossed, hands reached out to thumb circles into your sides, eyes trained on your face even in the dark.

”baby–” you place your hands on his shoulders and he lets out a deep breath. in all honesty, you'd forgotten your anger at him an hour ago, but you still knew he was like soft clay in your hands and under your gaze. ”i can forgive you, no problem, but..” his eyes brightened up and you could feel how his hands tensed against your hips. ”i need to know how you're gonna make it up to me.” your hands flip up so it's just your fingertips dancing along his shoulders. your tone is laced with faux patronisation but he doesn't pick up on it. his hands squeeze at your sides before moving around the front of the waistband of your underwear. ”maybe..” you pull the edge of your bottom lip under your upper teeth with a smile. ”that could work.”

jschlatt

'you can sleep your ass on the couch tonight.'

schlatt tilts his head at you with this condescending look. ”drop the attitude.” at his statement, you return to your argument, getting in his face about it. he tries to bite back the amused smile tugging at his lips at how upset you are before he reaches for your arm, holding you still. ”did'ya not hear me doll?” he pauses for a second, looking down at you. ”drop the fuckin' attitude.”

you have to fight the urge to laugh. ”yeah, no. i recognise that tone, you're not domming your way out of this one.” even though you said it, you weren't a hundred percent sure if you meant it, but still, you held your ground. your boyfriend groans, and his tone of voice changes. ”baby are you serious?” he's almost pleading, and it surprised you how quickly his attitude went from trying to fuck his way out of trouble to being seemingly on the verge of tears. you nod at the taller man, ”yeah. i'll bring you a pillow and a blanket.” you tell him, shaking your arm out of his hard grip before rubbing gently over the spot on your arm.

”but.. no. no no no.” he's calmer now, but still upset. he follows you all the way back to your bedroom. ”i'm sorry baby.” he says almost sheepishly and for a moment, you consider just letting it go, after all; you knew he didn't realise how important the argument was to you. but you had to hold your ground, it'd been a mistake you'd made in past relationships. ”sorry for what j?” you ask, turning around in the doorway to face him – or more accurately, look up at him. despite how much bigger he was than you, you and him both knew that you were in charge here, and despite how difficult it was to get it out, he apologised, again.

”see, now was that so hard?” you ask, a smile spreading across your face as your hands reach up to hold his cheeks. he scoffs and fights the urge to roll his eyes. ”n-no.” you pull his face closer to yours and press a small kiss to his lips. ”you can come to bed later, alright?” he perks up and moves his arms around you, nodding with a wide grin. by later, you meant when he was actually ready to go to bed because you know streamers (no matter how rare they stream), basically nocturnal. ”i love you sweetheart.”

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[hearts4court]

barnes & noble date with charlie slimecicle 😱

it would be so cute and i- GAH I LOVE HIM SM

A/N: YES YES YES YES!! Charlie spoiling his girl 🤭

warnings: swearing, kissing, tooth rotting fluff.

~~~~~~

“Charlie?” you ask pausing for a moment and knocking on his office door,”are you done streaming?” you finish saying, you open the door and see Charlie’s glasses in his hands, all sweaty and shit.

“Hi baby..you look gorgeous today.” he whispered as he pulled you closer to him, making you stand in between his legs.

“aw, thank you, love.”you smile making him smile. “god, i love your smile and your voice, i love everything about you, your my perfect girl, my angel.” he said as he pulled you into his lap.

Charlie was always showing you off and praising you, in bed and out of it. He loved shoving it in peoples noses how beautiful and amazing you are.(especially schlatt)

“how about me and you go on a little shopping trip together, let’s go to Barnes N Noble, think they got a sale going on, wanna get my pretty girl some books. I’m noticed that your TBR bookshelf is looking a little empty.” he said making you smile, and pull him into a kiss, holding his face lovingly.

“Oh Charlie, you know me so well, darling.” you say with a soft giggle making him rub your waist lovingly. “i know.”

~~~~~~~~

You both sit in the cafe of Barnes N Noble, Charlie drinking a coffee and you drinking a latte.”You know, we should have more dates like this. it’s fun hanging out with you.” you said after a few minutes of silence, after a joke that Charlie had said that made you both laugh for a good minute.

“i agree. i’ve been meaning to take time off of recording.” Charlie said taking your hand in his and kissing it softly. “you should, i know making videos make you happy but, Charlie, baby, it’s draining you. you’re always so tired.” you say with a worried tone making him grin.

“always so good to me, aren’t you angel?”he said making you smile and giggle,”i suppose.” you say making him chuckle softly.

“you got the books you wanted?” he asked in which you nod in response. “let’s go home. i wanna take a nap.” you say, making him grab the bag with all your items in it.

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

[rkay07]

The Cuddles

Charlie Slimecicle x Gn!reader (I don't think I used pronous just pet names)

@half-ass-k-o This wonderful person requested this fanfic but I don't know where your request went but I remember who it was at least!

Anyways this is just You and Charlie being cute together, FLUFF! and a lot of touching...

Word Count: 700+ (A little short but I really wanted to get it out so)

You're getting drinks out of the fridge when your phone dings. You run over to your phone to see it’s from Charlie, I’m here! it said. Your eyes light up and butterflies appear in your stomach as you skip over to the door and open it, “Charlie!” You say in some sort of yelling whisper. He smiles back at you but doesn’t say anything, you bring your lower lip to your top lip,  “What’s wrong Honey?” Keeping eye contact, he steps through the threshold. He slides his big arms around your waist, giving you a big gentle hug. You wrap your arms around him, burrowing your face into his neck. You’re guessing he was just tired and wanted some hugs, you stand there in his presence. Taking it all in and running your fingers through his hair. As he gives you a tight squeeze he pecks your neck and pulls away, “It’s been a long day…” he sighs, tucking some hair behind your ear. You pout, scanning his face and gliding your thumbs along his jawline. He leans into your touch, feeling the warmth of your hands on his skin. He brings his hand up to yours, pressing a soft kiss on your palm and looking deep into your eyes, “Is it ok if I stay the night?” Mesmerized by him, you’re at a loss for words, you nod your head as he closes the door behind him.

Charlie keeps a hand on your waist while you guide him to your bedroom. You step into the room with the help of Charlie closing the door behind you both. Wrapping his strong arms tight around your stomach, keeping you as close as possible. He presses gentle kisses on your shoulder, slowly moving up your neck. You bring a hand up to his already messy hair, leaning against his chest. He starts to slowly sway side to side, lacing his fingers together with yours. You close your eyes in a loving manner, wishing this moment could last forever, you were hoping Charlie thought that too but you weren’t sure. You loved being with him and caring for him, wanting him to come home to you every night if it were possible.

You’re brought back when he moves his hands up your chest, resting it on your shoulder, almost strapping you against him. You chuckle as you smile up at him. He looks down at you, moving his hand from your shoulder to your cheek. He rubs his thumb back and forth on your cheek, you blush at his touch, so warm and delicate. You turn your chest to face him, “Why don’t we lie in bed, hm?” He chuckles and picks you up, “That sounds like a good idea.” He plants a kiss on your lips before hugging you and walking to your bed.

The both of you made sure to wear something comfy just in case this happened, tangled in each other’s arms, no one was leaving until noon the next day. With Charlie’s head on your chest and your fingers in his hair. You didn’t want to move, you didn’t need to anyway, laying here with him was the only thing you needed right now. He needed this too though, streaming for hours on end, staring at a computer all day. All he could think about was being in your arms for the rest of the day. He gently massaged your thigh with his hand as he laid there in complete and total serenity. One hand down his shirt on his back and one hand still in his hair, softly scratching at both, the sensation he felt was calming, loving, and something he wanted to experience everyday.

You plant a kiss on his hair and whisper, “I love you.” He smiles and kisses your chest as he crawls up to your face to press another gentle kiss on your lips, “I love you more.” You look at him in awe as you run your thumb over his lips, nudging your nose against his. He grins, laying back down but now snuggling into the crook of your neck. When he got settled into your warm body, your eyes fluttered and so did his, slowly falling asleep as the clock struck 11 o’clock.

This was the best way to end the day

[medlarmeadows]

In His Mountain Goat Era

cc!Charlie Slimecicle x fem!reader

Synopsis: Charlie and reader goes bouldering.

Warning(s): swearing.

Word count: 680

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

“I’m going to climb that one.”

“That one – Charlie, that’s a V4.”

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

“I can do it.”

“You’re going to fall off.”

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

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

“Bet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where?” you yell back.

“The dinosaur shaped one!”

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

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

“Charlie what – fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You did it!”

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

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

“My turn.”

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

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

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

[espresso-lessdepresso]

i1.2

fluff pt. 2/2, pt.1/2 here

The orange and red hues of the morning sunrise had blended into the clear crystal blue sky. The sun was much higher, its harsh rays broken by the fluffy clouds which spilt across the sky. The TV in your hotel room read 9:30 am. With a sun covered by a perfectly shaped cloud, the forecast for the day showed a slight drop in temperature, making the summer day pleasant for an outing. 

As promising as the day was for a beautiful outing with the perfect weather, you were very much reluctant to get out of bed. Jet lag was the cause of this. Add on the party that took place last night and how all your friends were adamant to stay up as long as possible- you were very sleepy, to say the least. If it weren't for your lovely lovely boyfriend, who you considered to be the human equivalent and or embodiment of a golden retriever puppy, you would have wasted (in his opinion) a perfect day. You would argue that spending the day cocooned in silky soft blankets was not a waste, but you did not have the energy for it. Saying no to your boyfriend was also a whole challenge in itself. 

That morning, you had quite literally rolled out of bed. 

It started with a very wide awake Charlie coaxing you to wake up, "Come oooon~ Wakey, Wakey~" Then he had begun to tug on the covers when you tried to pull them over your head. Your mistake had been trying to then go on the offence and attempt to tangle Charlie underneath your blankets. The room was filled with the sound of you two giggling before you abruptly stopped, replacing your joyful giggles with nervous and frightful yelps as he decided to overpower you. Soon enough, you were wrestling for your life (and dear blanket) against Charlie who decided to use his full strength on you. With one sweeping strong pull, he had unrolled you from the blanket -cartoon style- and you went rolling over the edge of the bed. 

A very unceremonial thud followed suit.

"Holy shit!" Charlie was heavying and laughing because of this whole ridiculous situation. His eyes were shut in crescent shapes and he struggled with wheezing so hard. "Are you okay?" From the floor, you saw the apples of his cheeks turn bright red as he leaned over the bed to check on you. The corners of your lips turned upwards. You would have given him hell at that moment if he wasn't such a ray of sunshine. 

"Ah, fuck you." You hissed, not actually meaning the words. 

"You know what, that's fair." He replied, still coming down from the laughter.

There was this warm heartfelt moment that hummed between you two, one that often makes you forgive all his foolish and teasing behaviour. Truly, be anyone else instead of him and you would lock them in the bathroom for hours on end and throw away the keys.

Charlie helped you up, pulling you into a hug. The look on your face was still stunned but not displeased. He pushed back the hairs that had circled around your face and forehead and pressed his lips to the crown of your head. One could guess that this was both an act of love or an attempt to calm down his partner who somehow always seemed to prefer sleep over everything. Almost everything. Smiling into the kiss, you let him usher you into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

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A short while later, you stepped out of the bathroom, the smell of body wash and shampoo following you. The taste of mint lingered in your mouth as you changed out of your nightwear into something more appropriate for an outing- knowing Charlie, you assumed that it would be some type of outing. The sound of shuffling and clinking silverware could be heard. You were then met with the sweet and savoury fragrance of what you could only conclude to be breakfast. Your hair was still a little damp as you walked over to find Charlie. His broad back was facing you as he finished setting up the morning meal. 

There was a circular coffee table with two chairs around it. They faced the floor-length windows of the hotel, giving one the view of the entire hotel and the parks and forests that were adjacent to it. Charlie had fully pulled back the heavy and let the sun light up the room. Birds would occasionally perch on the ledge or swirl outside, speeding off to where they needed to be. Back to the food, the table had plated fruits and bowls for oats and yogurt, eggs and toast and other breakfast items that fit to your and Charlie's liking.

As you sat beside him, he hands you your cup of coffee and the smell of it makes you smile with satisfaction. Both you and Charlie would fall into a comfortable silence, eating your breakfast and sipping your morning drink. The silly and playful moments were like the highlights of your relationship with Charlie. But moments like these, quiet breakfasts and enjoying each other's company without even having to speak a word, you would not trade it for the world. This was intimate and domestic. So calm yet still so full of love. He knew how much sugar you liked in your drink and you knew he would drop everything for some yogurt. 

He loved yogurt, a lot...Sometimes it made you worry...

Truly, no one could have guessed that only minutes ago, the gentle and innocent-looking man next to you had terrorized you to get out of your blanket cocoon. 

"So, I was thinking..." Charlie started after taking a sip, "How about we go on a little date?"

"A date?" You repeated, pleasantly surprised which was evident by the small smile that spread across your face. "I would love to." Leaning over, you placed a pack on his cheek to which he happily hummed. Then a thought struck you, like an arrow out the dark. You knew your boyfriend well enough to ask, "And where might this date take place?"

A nervous chuckle came out of Charlie as he brought a spoon full of oats and yogurt to his mouth. A tight grin plastered across his face as he ate another spoonful instead of answering your question.

You squinted at him, “Charlie?” The tone of your voice dropping made his posture curl inwards slightly towards his bowl. 

“You’re going to love it.” He blurted out, clearly avoiding the question when you placed your hand on his shoulder and pulled him towards yourself. He really hoped you would not ask him that. With the way you kept squinting at him, he tried to ease his way out of this situation by giving you a very sweet-dairy-and-oats--flavoured kiss.

“Charlie...” You repeated with an inkling of knowing what direction this conversation was going to go if he was going to answer along the lines of what you were thinking. 

He twisted in his seat a bit as he finally tried to answer, “So...think like a picnic...a few miles out and thenlikealittlehikeupasmallmountain."

You didn't catch the string of words that spewed out of Charlie's mouth but you did catch, "A hike?" 

An exasperated breath huffed out of you, as though the jet lag came back and hit you for the second time. You were not the least athletic person, but you were definitely not on par with your boyfriend, who starts his morning with a five-kilometre run daily. You were also not one to go on hikes, seeing as you spent most of your day stuck sitting at your desk completing work and staring at a screen. The last time Charlie mentioned that he wanted to go on a little walk, you were left with legs that felt like rubber and could feel your heart beating at your throat.

Green eyes like the forest searched your face in an effort to decipher what you were thinking. He watched your lips form a pout, doing very little to hide your displeasure. “But listen to me first!” He stared again, an amused grin playing on his face “Hear me out-”

“No!” You cried out, falling back on your chair as if already defeated by the mere thought. “The last time you said that, I couldn't feel my legs!” 

“But- But it’s a beautiful trail, and there’s an spot for watching deers-” 

“Are you willing to lose me just for a hike?” You challenged him, still having a pout on your lips and your eyebrows knit together.

“Are you telling me you would lose against a hike?” He countered, letting out an airy laugh. 

“Chaaaaarlieeee...” You slumped against his shoulder, face pressing against the collar of his shirt. You felt his arm move to hug you, rubbing your shoulder as he did. Even though you protested and threw somewhat of a fit, both of you knew you would come around. He felt the sigh-your breath blowing just below his jaw and on his neck. You peered up at him, almost mad at the fact that you both were aware of how brittle your resistance was against him, or how you couldn’t say no to such a ray of sunshine. “That hike better be worth it.” 

Charlie then spoke, his voice softer now because your protests had come to an end. He went on to describe the hiking trail in an effort to pique your interest. As he did, his eyes green eyes, sometimes blue when he stood against the sky- they glittered with eagerness and glee. And in his excitement, you found your own joy. After a short drive, the hike would start once you crossed a well-worn bridge which hung over a waterfall that descended into a river. Along the river, the trail ventured into a thick but easy-to-navigate forest. The lush greenery would be in full bloom for the summer weather, with leaves basking in the sun and the small unorganized clusters of flowers spreading a sweet earthy scent into the air. Daylight would break into the shadows from the canopy of trees and shine on the dirt and stone path. You began to visualize the scene as he spoke, almost able to smell the heavy earth atmosphere and hear the ambience of birds chirping and leaves rustling. Charlie tilted his head, almost touching his nose to your forehead, "And imagine, what if....we.... held hands?" 

You couldn’t help but mirror his wide-eyed expression as if he had just said the most scandalous of words. Looking at his face, his soft hair swooped, his eyes never dull and cheeks carrying his smile lines, an unexpected feeling of overwhelming love washed over you, like that of the rushing waterfall he described. Charlie went through such great lengths, long flight hours, mismatched schedules and video calls at the most ungodly hours of the night. All for you. 

Without a word, your love pushed your lips into his, soft and plump. Butterflies went off in your stomach as his hand gently came up to hold your jaw. This giddy feeling was one you could never get used to, no matter how many times you embraced him in a kiss. The taste of fruity yogurt made you smile. “You’re carrying me back. All the way back.” 

“Of course.”

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[charlieisnotokay]

A collection of my favorite grace and slimecicles interactions on Twitter

[unlust-fvck]

requesting mlm charlie 😵‍💫

charlie whose a bit nervous to be with a boy.

charlie whose very confident in his sexuality but still very nervous because what if he’s not good enough to be with another boy?

charlie who loves laying his head down on your chest and listening to your voice rumble through his head, making him buzz with affection.

charlie who’s nervous to get you flowers because don’t only girls like that stuff?

charlie whose smiling from ear to ear when you kiss him firmly because he got you flowers

charlie who makes it a point to get you flowers as soon as the past ones begin to wilt

charlie who loves being babied and hugged from behind as he does simple house chores

charlie who is adamant on holding your hand in public because he needs everyone to know he’s yours

MLM CHARLIE WHO GETS YOU A DOG SO YOU TWO CAN BE FUR PARENTS.

charlie who spoils the shit out of this dog.

charlie,,,,

[nikaizkool]

Insecure boyf hc

Dtk + tnt duo

•Dream

Very touchy when you two are in public kisses, hand holding, when your buying something at the register he has his hand around your waist.

He’d start fights if you want to go out with a guy friend “what so your gonna leave me for another guy? Even though I was there for you in your worst times?” Manipulative .

•George

Very touchy where ever, at home at wendys, always holding you wether it’s his arm around your shoulder, or his hand intertwined with yours, he’ll always be with you when you’re out In public

He will make it very clear that you both are taken in all bios “NOT SINGLE PISS OFF JACKASS” and in most posts he’s kissing you.

•sapnap

Very cocky around you, tries to impress you with the dumbest things. Like if he’s streaming he’ll have you watch. “BABE DID YOU SEE THAT?” Kisses you when he does something cool

Similar to Dream and George he’s very touchy in public and if someone’s looking at you he’ll kiss you and take you into the bathroom 😨

•Quackity

It’s obvious you two are dating but he doesn’t think so, so anything he can do to prove it in public he will

Leads you everywhere by hand taking you to all the cool places you love, really distancing you two from the world

•Wilbur

Complains about himself wing ugly but him being able to date a fucking goddess “I don’t deserve you, your so beautiful.” He thinks you deserve more but also think you should stay with him

He’d glare daggers at anyone who looked in your direction his height and poker face is very intimidating. He’d buy everything just for you

[phxntomsdusk]

can I request Reader comforting either Ted or Charlie? Why and how is up to you but I love flipped hurt comfort

Hugs & Hot cocoa - Charlie x GN!Reader

summary: the ask !!

warnings: none <3

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

word count: 353

You weren’t new to the idea of seasonal depression, in fact you knew quite a lot of people who experienced, including yourself at times.

But the moment you walked through your front door and saw Charlie curled into a ball, you were surprised to say the least. You knew he had his ups and downs, but you hadn’t seen this much of a down.

“Hey, hon. You okay?” You spoke softly as you sat down next to him, watching as he lifted his head and simply rested it on your shoulder. “Just missed you.”

You frowned slightly, bringing a hand up and rested it in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. “I missed you too.” You kissed his head and carefully moved away, excusing yourself for a moment.

You practically ran into the kitchen, grabbing some of the hot cocoa packets from your cabinet and milk from the fridge. As you poured it into two mugs and placed them in the microwave, you could hear Charlie making his way into the kitchen.

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck. “Hot chocolate?” His voice was muffled, sending slight vibrations throughout your skin. You nodded and hummed at his words, turning your head to kiss his.

It didn’t take long until the milk was hot enough, to which you quickly stirred in the packets and held one up to him. “Go sit down, okay? We can watch a movie.” He took his mug and nodded, but snuck a quick kiss on your cheek, the sides of your lips tugging into a smile.

You followed after him, placing a blanket over the two of you before reaching for the remote. You put on a random movie you saw on Netflix, before leaning against him. He did the same, his head finding its way on your shoulder like before.

You wrapped one arm around his shoulders, gently rubbing his arm. “I love you.” You smiled down at him, watching as his head perked up and he smiled as well. “I love you too.”

[poraphia]

“PDA: Public Displays of Affection”

pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader 1448 words • 9.1.23 containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“We’re about to film a new Sorry video. Want to give me a good luck kiss first?”

♡♡♡

There’s one thing about Tom Simons that everybody knows the moment you click on one of his videos.

Some viewers may find him annoying at first,

And frankly, it’s not like he’s wrong.

After Wilbur and I started dating we came to an agreement to keep our relationship a secret. There were a multitude of reasons for this. For one, we wanted to enjoy the relationship for ourselves and because of Wilbur’s music and streaming career, it would have been impossible to relish in such when there are hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. This leads to our next reason. Most of Wilbur’s friends are streamers, vloggers, gamers, you name it. That being said, most of the time we find cameras on us already. So, in order to keep up with our special secret, we tell our friends that we’re not dating so that it’s a much easier job keeping it on the down low.

So what happens when a younger boy who considers himself Wilbur’s brother constantly sees a woman constantly with Wilbur? Well, you’ll see for yourself.

I’m known to be Wilbur’s co-filmer and editor in his fanbase, meaning that even if we weren’t dating, I had to be constantly around him to help out with video planning and creating a digital diary as he was on tour. This week his friends were all coming to Brighton to shoot Chapter 2 for their Sorry! improv group.

It was the morning of, and I was met by the familiar, warming embrace of his arms slithering around my body. I scoot back a little bit, feeling his heartbeat steadily beat against my back. “Hey, are you awake?” He groggled out in a raspy morning face. I hummed in response, taking one of his hands to kiss the center of his palm. He pulled me closer to his chest as the fabric beneath us crinkled.

“I’m so sleepy…” I mumbled. With his hand, Wilbur smoothed my cheek, caressing my skin. I melted in his touch.

“I know, but we have to get up soon, darling,” He whispered. Gently, with his arm still wrapped around me, he sat us up in the bed. The morning sun peaked through the slightly open blinds, decorating our skin with streaks of light. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as the drowsiness slowly drained from me. His arms kept firmly around my torso, holding me as close as he could. Once we felt ready to get out of bed, we walked into the kitchen as I prepared a quick breakfast for the both of us.

“Do you want strawberry parfait for breakfast, my love?” I asked, looking inside the fridge.

“Yes, please.” He smiled. I nodded before grabbing the container of syrupy strawberries and Greek yogurt. Wilbur went inside the pantry to find the box of graham crackers. After he finished crushing them, he noticed me standing on my tippy toes to reach for the two glasses on the highest shelf. With a cheeky smirk, he walked behind me and lifted me up by the waist, earning a slight eep of surprise. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the glasses before he placed me back down with my feet touching the cold tile floor. I turned around, awarding him with a quick peck on the chin, before continuing on making our breakfast.

Sometimes, it was painful keeping this a secret, but I think it’s what makes moments like these more special.

Once we finished our breakfast and got dressed, we met up with the rest of the guys at a park in Brighton. Today’s film idea was to run a hotdog van of some kind, but instead, call them burgers. Honestly, don’t ask me, it was the guys’ idea. Most of the guys carpooled to the location, whereas Wilbur and I decided to take our own car. After some time walking to the park, we were both ambushed by Tommy and Charlie, who were already flopping around in hotdog costumes.

“WILBUR! (Y/N)! MY FRIENDS!” Tommy exclaimed, hugging the two of us. Wilbur pulled Tommy to the side, almost putting him in a headlock as they shared their own brotherly love. I hugged Charlie before stepping back to examine his outfit.

“You look… Meaty. You been working out?” I joked. He grinned before flexing one of his arms.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed my meaty and tender gains I see! I’ve been working on these babies just for this exact moment.” He said pridefully. Charlie flexed one of his muscles before kissing his bicep. I rolled my eyes before we both trailed back to the rest of the group. I greeted the rest of the team and even hugged Kristen to catch up with her since we last saw each other. Tommy and Wilbur then ran up to the group promptly as Russ explained exactly how the food truck was going to work. After some careful instructions, the film crew, which involved me, were told who was to record what. Per usual, I was directed to film Wilbur’s shenanigans.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Russ asked, looking up from his clipboard. Everyone exclaimed their noises of agreement. I looked over to Will, who I noticed was patting down his pockets for something.

“Will, you okay?” Phil asked as he adjusted the scarf around his neck.

“Yeah, I just— I think I left my wallet. Uhh (y/n) can you come with me? It’s probably in the car.” He said, looking over to me.

“Oh— Yeah, sure.” I handed my camera to Russ in the meantime before walking with Wilbur to the car. I kept my hands in my pockets in the meantime to resist the urge to walk with fingers intertwined. It was far too dangerous now.

Once we made it to the car, I reached into my pocket to unlock it, but in return Wilbur just stood there, smiling at me. I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“Weren’t you going to go look for your wallet?” I asked. Instead, Will leaned on the car, smiling down at me with his chef’s hat a bit lopsided and his arms crossed.

“I actually did have my wallet. I just wanted to have a good luck kiss before we started filming.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the shirt collar so that he was now at my height.

“You know you can be annoying sometimes.” I scoffed, but a wide smile was plastered all over my face.

“I know. I just miss you.”

I placed a quick peck on his lips, but before I could pull away, Wilbur held me gently by the neck to keep me in place. Slowly, I felt my body melting by the touch of his soft lips as butterflies danced on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving me closer to him. Tiny droplets soon started to drizzle down on us, but we weren’t leaving each other's lips anytime soon. That was until someone caught us.

“Wilbur? (y/n)? Guys it’s starting to rain and— OH MY GOD!”

We both immediately pushed each other away, only to meet with the shocked face of Tommy standing paralyzed in his hot dog outfit.

“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DATING! I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT—”

“I— Uh— Tommy—!” I was rendered speechless as the poor boy rapidly glanced at the both of us. Wilbur ended up breaking the standstill as he walked up to Tommy, placing two hands firmly at his shoulders.

“Yes, me and (y/n) are dating.” He said firmly. “You’re not going to tell anyone, my boiled hotdog boy, alright?” All Tommy could do was nod in response, his mouth still open ajar. Wilbur patted him on the back before heading in the direction of the food truck. I jogged over to Tommy, shaking his shoulder a bit to snap him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at me, a hand running through his hair. I shrugged, a half-apologetic smile on my face before we both walked back to the park.

“To be fair, the reason I was so shocked was because last month I tried to set you two up on a date.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly, playing with his fingers as he walked.

I chuckled a little bit. “That’s kind of funny—” until the realization hit. “WAIT HUH?”

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a / n ~ thought this was cute so I jotted it down like a couple mins before waking up lolol. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated mwahh

[showf4lls]

ʚ ― first snow ; slimecicle

info! fluff, minific / gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

request! "Since you’re wanting slimecicle asks- how bout an x reader of spending a snow day with him?? Cute cuddles while watching a movie or something, but Charlie being the lovable goof he is would be so cute!!"

notes! reader is a lil bit whimsical in this, in that they're really in love with winter and the holidays. sorry if that's not you! it's not really me either, but i though it was a cute idea so i ran with it. also i feel like i don't usually write charlie this fluffy this is so wild

it was abnormally early for you to be showing up at charlie's place on a tuesday, but you couldn't find it in yourself to worry too much as you stood on his doorstep with a scarf wrapped up to your nose. you grinned beneath the scarf, trying not to stare too much at the powdery snow that littered his front yard. your breath came out in puffs from behind your scarf as you waited for him to come open the door. finally, it swung open. charlie grinned on the other side of it. "so the first snow, huh?"

you grinned back, cheeks aching as you shuffled into the warmth of his home. "the first snow, charlie! how exciting is that?" you exclaimed, clutching your bag in your gloved hands. you could barely contain your excitement as you kicked off your snow boots in the entryway.

"i know!" he agreed, holding your elbow so you wouldn't lose balance. he waited patiently as you shrugged off all of your layers until you were just down to your cozies. "so the first snow extravaganza begins! i know you said you had some ideas. what've you got?"

beaming, you reached into your bag and pulled out a box of mix. "cookies and a movie?" you asked, feigning uncertainty.

charlie clapped his hands together, delighted at the idea. "that's a wonderful idea. look at you, all big-brained," he praised, taking the box mix from you.

you rolled your eyes as you followed him into the kitchen. considering that the mix came out of a box, it didn't take very long to whip up the dough and get them in the oven. once they were on the rack and a timer had been set, you and charlie started setting up camp on the couch. you fluffed the pillows, gathered snacks, and piled blankets onto the couch together, waiting for the timer. you were just opening the curtains, making sure there would be a way for you to watch the falling snow during the movie, when the timer went off.

"i'll get it!" charlie yelled, dropping the blanket he was unfolding in favor of racing to the kitchen.

"you just want the first good cookie!" you called after him, unable to hide your fond smile.

"i'll bring you one too!"

a few moments later, charlie emerged from the kitchen, one cookie held between his teeth. another, he carried on a napkin like a silver platter. he bowed dramatically, presenting it to you as you sat comfily beneath the blankets. "for you, beloved," he said, smiling up at you.

you smiled softly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "thank you, good sir," you replied coyly, humoring his little act.

he watched intently as you bit into it. the chocolate chips melted on your tongue. the temperature was just perfect -- warm without being hot enough to burn you. you smiled up at him. "it's gooey in the middle," you said through a mouthful.

charlie fist pumped, whispering a quiet but victorious "yes" to himself. "good, i know that's how you like them."

you laughed softly, taking another bite. "well, thank you. that was very thoughtful of you."

he leaned down, giving you a quick kiss. "of course. no big deal. i like them better this way anyways. otherwise they come out crunchy, and no one likes crunchy cookies."

another laugh as you finished off the cookie and pulled the blanket closer to yourself. "yeah, alright," you said lightly. "now what do you feel like watching?"

"how would you feel about the grinch right now?" he asked, shuffling under the blankets with you.

you nodded. "i think i could do that right now. the version with jim carrey, right?"

"of course," charlie replied, already looking for the movie on some streaming service. "we don't talk about the other one in this house."

you giggled. "right. sorry, my bad."

charlie bumped your shoulder reassuringly as he scrolled through a search. a few minutes later, the beginning of the film was playing on your tv screen. it was nice, being like this with him. the perfect circumstances of the day, you with no work today and him with nothing planned, conveniently enough. "so far away," he mumbled, pulling you against his chest and slumping backwards against the arm rest.

"'m right here, love," you assured him, settling against his front. you reached for a pillow, hugging it against your chest as you leaned your head against him.

the rise and fall of his chest was comforting, almost making you feel sleepy with the safety of it. charlie yawned behind you and you rubbed soothingly at his arm. "this is really nice, charlie."

he smiled sleepily down at you, giving you a quick squeeze. "really?"

you hummed an affirmative, leaning your cheek against his shoulder. the angle was a little awkward, but the affection of it felt right. "really," you promised. "thank you. for this."

"of course," he said, voice soft yet full of certainty. he leaned forward to kiss the crown of your head, thumb tracing light shapes into the skin of your forearm. "anything for you."

[pray4saint]

charlie slimecicle fic with a reader who is taller than him?

charlie with a taller partner

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. established relationship.

a/n. i'll do my best, mostly because i believe charlie doesn't really act any different but still!! i tried, but with hcs instead of a full fic

”baby can you help me, i can't reach the bleach!” the sound of your boyfriend's voice makes you perk up from the bedroom. you raise your body from the bed and make your way out to the closet by the exit. ”why do you need bleach?” despite your question you do, effortlessly, pull the bleach from the top shelf and place it on the counter. ”just a project with schlatt and ted.” ”for the podcast?” your boyfriend smiles at you, ”no.” and he kind of just walks off with the bleach under his arm. weirdo.

another time, when you and charlie were getting ready to sit down and watch a movie with another couple you were friends with, you two were cuddling up and he silently decided he was the little spoon today. curling up in front of you, he leaned back into the space between your chest and the sofa, and pulled the blanket up.

”babe did you steal my robe?” you'd ask him, walking into the shared bedroom to see the culprit scrolling through tiktok in your robe. ”uh, okay before you say anything, mine was in the wash and yours covers more and keeps me warm longer.” you scoff at him, sitting yourself down on the edge of the bed. ”uh huh, well i need to shower and i need that back.” charlie puts his phone down and looks at you almost pleadingly. ”five more minutes?” sometimes you can't help giving in to him.

charlie also strikes me as a guy who sometimes forgets that you're taller than him, like it just slips his mind

other times, it seems like something he can't get out of his head, like the time when the chuckle sandwich group was talking about particular traits that their partners and exes have had that they liked and charlie brought up your height, that certainly made for an interesting conversation

also, even being taller than him, he always offers you your shoes that offer extra height before anything else, whether that be lifts, heels, or platforms

also, he loves cuddling himself to you in bed, just in the sense that he can hold you around your stomach and wrap his legs around yours and you can still get stuff done – mostly reading – as long as it's over your chest

he's so in love with you and your height is just another part of you he loves

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