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Hi! My special interest is photo booths...can you do Charlie x fem reader where they take goofy pictures in a photo booth?
If thats too specific, i'd love headcanons or fluffy drabbles about amusement park or arcade dates.
Anon, your request is so freaking cute! The idea of going to photobooths with Charlie is so endearing to me, you got me so excited to write this!! It’s a bit more of a drabble, a little tiny one, but packed with so much fluff. Hope you enjoy!
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photobooth shenanigans
cc!Charlie Slimecicle x fem!reader
Synopsis: Photobooths have been a special interest of yours for a long time, but where’s the joy in going to photobooths alone? Luckily, your boyfriend is there to indulge in your interests.
Warning(s): tooth-rotting fluff, Charlie calls reader baby/babe, established relationship.
Word count: 866
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You’re walking down the street with Charlie, your hands swinging between the two of you. Comfortable, peaceful silence surrounds you two, when something catches your eye.
The excited squeal you let out bursts the quiet bubble you’re in.
“Charlie!” you exclaim, pointing towards your object of interest. “Charlie, look!”
“What, baby?” he asks, trying to follow your line of sight. He squints his eyes as if the action would help him spot what you were pointing out.
“Babe, the street’s pretty crowded,” he starts, eyes slightly furrowed as he tries to work out what caught your attention. “What’re you pointing at?”
You’re bouncing on your toes now, excitedly shaking his hoodie sleeve to expel the excess excitement that has built up in your body, before pointing again, exclaiming:
“Photobooth!”
This time, Charlie’s eyes immediately latch on to the photobooth you’re pointing at. It was sitting on the side of the street and was a dull grey booth with a cream curtain and bright blue letters on the side reading PHOTOBOOTH in all capitals. It’s almost impressive how you managed to spot it as it nearly blended into the side of the building.
He’s turning back to you, drinking in your form that was practically buzzing with energy. Your excitement was contagious, and he can’t help but smile fondly at you.
“Do you wanna take a photo together?” Charlie asks, even though he already knows what your answer would be –
“Yes!”
That’s how the two of you end up crammed into a photobooth that looked as though it had seen better days. There was a small bench inside of it, so small that you had to prop one leg on Charlie’s thighs in order for both your butts to fit on the bench.
But of course, it didn’t stop your combined joy from filling up the small photobooth.
You’re quickly inserting a coin into the slot to start the photobooth. You were given three poses, so you and Charlie reacted as quickly as possible between each camera shutter to come up with the goofiest poses you could think of:
The first pose the two of you strike is one of utter seriousness. You both keep a straight face and stare straight into the camera, even if the façade of seriousness was broken by the fact that one of your legs was still propped up awkwardly on Charlie’s lap.
The second pose contains Charlie squishing your cheeks together with his other arm slung around your shoulders, while your hands reach up to muss up his hair. One of your hands don’t quite reach the top of his head because of your awkward position, which sends both of you into a fit of laughter.
The final pose has you both making the funniest faces you could think of. Charlie’s pulling the Zoolander face (cough Edward Twilight cough) while you try your best to contort your face weirdly.
When the photo strips are printed out (you managed to print two to your delight), you’re shocked by the quality of the pictures. The photobooth looked so old you honestly thought that the pictures were going to turn out pixelated, but the photobooth managed to catch every last goof in HD.
“Oh my god,” you say in between laughs, “your Zoolander face has been immortalised in high definition.”
You turn to your boyfriend, admiring the way a spark lights in his eyes as he studies the photo strip in his hands.
“But look at you!” He gestures at the second picture. “Your cuteness has been immortalised too, babe.”
You’re giggling again, slapping Charlie across the bicep.
“Shut up!”
“I’m not lying! You’re so cute here.”
“You’re embarrassing me.”
“Nobody else is in here but us. Who am I embarrassing you in front of?”
You’re quiet for a beat, before a shy smile forms on your face.
“You.”
Charlie’s expression immediately turns cheeky as he leans impossibly closer to you.
“Oh? Do you, perhaps, maybe, have a – ah – crush on, moi?”
What should have probably been a sweet moment is completely ruined because as he says that he pulls the Zoolander face, speaking in an exaggerated tone.
You’re shoving him with more force this time, barking out a laugh at his outlandish expression and tone.
“Stop that! You’re going to give me stitches from laughing so hard – ”
“I’ll stitch you right back up, baby.”
“Charlie!”
The two of you end up goofing around for a bit longer in the photobooth and eventually decide to take another photo. This time, it’s a lot calmer and sweeter, each pose being either a hug or the two of you looking endearingly into each other’s eyes.
And, of course, it ends with a sweet kiss.
Which was promptly ruined by Charlie pulling the Zoolander face when you pull away. You smack him again before snatching up the freshly printed photo strips and bolting out of the photobooth before he can stop you.
You’re sprinting down the street, Charlie hot on your heels. Neither of you care that passers-by are giving you two weird looks. Neither of you notice them.
Because you’re both caught up in the little joys shared between you two that came from a simple photobooth.
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wdym you miss albatrio? they've been chilling here all along! some weird ass guy is there too, don't mind him,,,
BTW, it's a DTIYS!! look under the cut!!!!!
imissriptidecanutell
/// spoilers for jrwi total monster kill ep 6
idk man, there's something poetic about the party's compassionate, pacifist cleric dealing the final blow to the moon beast
/// jrwi total monster kill spoilers (?)
im calling it now. tmk is going to end with everett dying in jin and lucia's arms after sacrificing himself to save them because right at the end he chooses humanity. because some of the best stories are of tragic found families that almost were
the ending of total monster kill gave me actual goosebumps. grizzly's descriptions paired with the background music? felt like i was in another dimension
/// HEAVY spoilers for jrwi total monster kill ep 6 and blood in the bayou
what is with jrwi mini-campaigns and ending with only one out of 3 PCs left alive? i'm owed financial compensation for all the emotional trauma they inflict on me at this point
very classy, very mindful, very demure
chuckle sandwich hc’s / x reader
lower caps on purpose, this is a freestyle write with no plot tbh LMFAO
︶꒦꒷♡ TED NIVISON
he’s very classy.
fancy dates, fancy restaurants, fancy gifts, fancy food, only the best for you.
even if he can’t give you the most “ravishing” of dates, his words are even more sweeter
“my love” always. the word “my” comes before any name he uses for you. even after arguments or childish petty, he never forgets to add that one word — it’s changing, really
kisses your hands at any chance he gets!
your fingers, your knuckles, your palm. wraps his hands around yours when they are cold, brings them to his face, guides you
not shy of you. will take pictures with you and posts them to his story, as a post, maybe a model for his merch! he will never shy you away from the world
loves when you cook with him. your plate of food is always plated nicely!! ted’s plate is usually a mountain of whatever portion he wants
opens doors for you!! the type to pull you back from the hem of your shirt and say “and what do you think you’re doing??” while opening the door
︶꒦꒷♡ CHARLIE SLIMECICLE
he’s very mindful
always thinks about your feelings before coming to any choice/conclusion. “let me talk to s/o first” kind of guy
it’s not that he’s insecure or can’t make his own decisions — he just likes have you a part of it
allergies and/or phobias? careful and wary. overstimulated from sound easy? puts his hands over your ears. the sun is getting too bright? it’s okay, he always packs sunglasses because he knows you never do
wakes you up to your favourite drink each morning because he knows you need your rest time after working a 9-5
knows every little thing about you like you’re a book he likes to read nonstop.
he enjoys your company a whole lot. loves you at his side when you both finally find the free time in the evenings.
enjoys the privacy of your relationship but also doesn’t shy you away from the camera!! basically encourages you to join him sometimes or say hi
his longtime fans know of you, and newer fans come to get to know you
︶꒦꒷♡ JSCHLATT
he’s very demure
its no surprise that he would be the modest one. while he doesn’t shy you away from the camera, he prefers you to stay a secret
and it’s because he knows as soon as people see your face, they will know everything about you.: your job, your height, your birthday, your maiden name, everything
he prefers dropping little things about you. letting his viewers hear your voice, see you wave at the camera from the side
people know he’s a taken man, but the mystery of “by who?” keeps getting bigger.
everyone can see that the man is in love with you — it’s the way he looks at you whenever you walk into the room
a soft gaze that meets yours and he’s smitten all over again
your hard launch was a story of you with jambo and soup and how he was sulking that the cats loved you more
and yes, within that hour, people found your private insta
I need help at this point.......
i think you're having a case of the doppelgangers? may i direct you to Home Safety Hotline, their services are very good. the guy on the phone is very helpful, i think his name is chad? chuck? charlie- ah shit
/// jrwi wonderlust ep 6 spoilers
troy sending blink to an early grave via heart attack is more likely than you think with how many problems he causes
very much inspired by the fact i am Physically Unable to stay still irl :)))) also tysm for all the love on the last post!! i’ve always been scared of posting my work so i’ve been hiding away from the eyes of the interwebs for yoooonkksss
enjoy!!
⋆.˚ ❛ hcs ; chuckle sandwich x fidgety reader ! ༘⋆
꒷꒦ charlie:
absolutely matching your freak fidget
drumming his fingers against your collarbone when his arm is draped around your shoulder
constant hand squeezing, dude is trying to crack your knuckles for you
matching sets of bouncing legs
੭ ̊ schlatt:
“can you just- can you- dude.”
non-stop huffing, as if he doesn’t love the way you trace such intricate patterns against his arms whenever you can
will be buying you any stupid fidget toy he can find (that just reminded me. does anyone remember 300 chinese finger traps from the billboard video. cause i do)
eventually starts picking up the same habits, grumbling when you catch him out, him drawing those same designs in your skin the next time you’re together
✰ ˚ ted:
exasperated “babe”s, every single time
will teddy bear you into submission when you’re cuddling, every available limb curled around your body to hold you down and stop you from repositioning for the umpteenth time
biting back his grin when your fingers dance along an especially ticklish spot of his, playfully swatting you away to stop before it’s even started
100% lecturing you about the dangers of knuckle cracking (while you are loudly going ham on them right next to his ear. you do not stop. stick it to the man.)
charlie being so excited and lowkey down bad for the smart slime girl changed me i think
you’ve captured me (and my heart)
hero!Charlie Slimecicle x villain!reader
Synopsis: You’d think capturing and interrogating a hero would be easier what with the number of years you’ve been a villain. Turns out it’s a whole lot more complicated when the hero you captured fancies you a little.
Warning(s): slightly suggestive, swearing, a bit of sexual tension, violence (no blood, just some tripping and a headbutt).
Word count: 1.4k words
A/N: No part of me wants to admit that this emerged from the Duolingo stream. I wrote this in an hour. I am ashamed and amazed at the same time.
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Slime had been yapping non-stop since you’d kidnapped him midway during his nightly patrol. Even after placing a bag over his head; even after shoving him into your getaway car; even after dragging him into an abandoned warehouse; even after forcing him onto a chair and tying his arms behind his back – he refused to stop talking.
You should’ve just knocked the idiot out while you had the chance to.
Now, you had no more chance to render him unconscious because you were meant to interrogate the yapper.
“ – dude, the ropes are kinda chafing my wrists, could you loosen them a little?”
Rubbing the space between your eyebrows, you sigh wearily before yanking the bag off his head.
He looked like the typical hero in your city: a green mask obscured the top half of his face, and he was clad in a flexible, but sturdy suit of different green hues. He really committed to the slime theme.
You guess you were no different. You could see his eyes scanning your dark purple suit, which was accompanied by a cloth that obscured the lower half of your face from your nose down. What can you say? You loved your moniker Foxglove.
A light sparks in Slime’s eyes when he registers who you are.
“Ah shit, Foxglove,” he starts somewhat nervously, one foot tapping a rhythm on the floor. “We meet again, huh?”
You roll your eyes at him, folding your arms in front of your chest.
“This isn’t a meeting, Slime. It’s an interrogation.”
“And a kidnapping, I noticed,” he quips, arms twitching in what you assumed was discomfort. “I know kidnapping kind of runs in villainy, but I didn’t think that was your brand.”
“I don’t really give a shit about branding,” you shoot back, cocking your head to the side. “That’s your kind of thing.”
“Yeah, hah,” he replies, a little breathy. “Heroes and branding, that’s how we appeal and gain people’s trust, I guess. Anyways, nice place you’ve got here. A little bare and dusty. You come here often?”
You squint at him. He was rambling.
The two of you often exchanged banter and insults during your fights, and there was usually an air of confidence, almost playfulness around Slime. You don’t recall a time he truly sounded nervous or borderline panicky.
You suppose you’ve never seen him under duress like that before.
Good. It means you had the upper hand.
“ – mean, it’s not a bad place, just not too homey. I could help you spruce things up! It would require the use of my hands though, so maybe we could negotiate that – ”
Snorting at his predicament (that you put him in), you interrupt his rambling by snatching one of your batons and pointing it at him threateningly.
“Zip. I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to answer them.”
Slime’s rambling cuts short with his mouth still agape. His eyes dart between your face and the baton warily.
“What are you going to do if I refuse?” he asks, eyes wide, body fidgety.
The corner of your lip twitches up in a smirk, and you draw closer to rest the tip of your baton under his chin, forcing him to tilt his head up to look at you.
“If you refuse,” you begin slowly, trailing your eyes over his obscured features, “you’re going to be a lot more black-and-blue when I return you to your fellow heroes.”
He meets your eyes with a wide-eyed gaze, treating you to front row seats of brown speckled blue eyes. You’re surprised that you never noticed that before, though you suppose you’ve never been this close to Slime before no matter how much you tussled with him.
It seems as though you’d finally intimidated him into submission, as his breathing slows and shoulders set almost cooperatively. So, it catches you off guard when his lips quirk up and he lets out a little breath through his nose.
“Freaky, I like it.”
Frowning, you’re about to throw a remark when a hand suddenly shoots up to grab onto your wrist. A hand that should’ve been bound behind his back.
“What – ”
You don’t get any more time to react as Slime’s other hand reaches forward to shove you backwards. At the same time, his leg kicks out to knock your feet from under you.
In a second, you’re slammed with your back to the hard warehouse floor, the complete upset of your balance sending you to the ground. You hear your baton go skittering across the floor as Slime lands on top with you, hips straddling your thighs to keep you in place.
One hand is still around your wrist, while the other presses onto your collarbone.
Normally, your body would’ve kicked into overdrive by instinct and started pushing him off you, but your brain was still reeling from his comment and his body on yours and how close his face is.
“At least take me to dinner first,” Slime continues, a smirk rising on his lips.
“What the fuck,” you sputter.
Finally regaining one brain cell, your free hand comes up to jab at his throat. Unfortunately, he anticipates your attack, and his hand on your collarbone quickly slides to your wrist, capturing it and holding it next to your head, mirroring your other wrist.
It’s your turn to stare at him wide-eyed, wiggling in his grip in attempts of some futile escape plan. With both his arms caging you now, you’re stuck under his weight with no way out. The cogs in your brain were running on overdrive.
It didn’t help that you could feel every puff of hot breath against your throat when he exhaled.
You wish you could say you had some experience breaking out of this position, but truth be told, you were bailed out by another villain anytime Slime managed to catch you like this.
As though he could read your thoughts, Slime raises an eyebrow almost mockingly at you.
“What’s wrong? No friend to help you out of this one, huh?”
You glare at him before attempting to buck your hips to upset his weight, but the hero had placed himself over your thighs instead of your hips, smartly evading your escape attempt.
“Now, now,” he chides, “I don’t think we’re at that base yet. Although, it could be negotiated.”
“The only negotiation we are going to have is one that gets you off me, you bastard,” you shoot back.
Slime chuckles, much to your chagrin. But he quickly calms and turns serious.
“Listen, I’m not sure what you were going to try and get out of me, but you’ve already lost the upper hand here. So, why not we just call it a day, eh?”
You keep glaring at him.
“Will you get off me then?”
“Depends. Will you try to attack me?”
“Yes.”
“What if I get off you and take you to dinner some time?”
“Yes – what?”
You’re so caught off guard that your body slackens under him. Staring up at him, you notice something shining in his eyes.
Something like hope.
“I mean it,” he repeats. “Will you let me take you to dinner some time?”
As the two of you gaze into each other’s eyes, his grip on you relaxes slightly. Taking the opportunity, you headbutt him and slip your hands from his grip, pushing him to the side and getting up on your feet. You don’t look back at him before you book it out of the warehouse, swiftly pulling yourself up into a ledge on the side of the warehouse he wouldn’t be able to notice you on when he came out.
Seconds later, Slime is sprinting out of the warehouse, scanning the immediate area for you. He chuckles a little before cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling:
“You never said no!”
You roll your eyes, holding in a scoff as you watch him leave, figuring his way back to the city centre.
You’re not sure why you remain there, on the side of the warehouse. But you sit there and recall the events that had just happened. How he managed to outsmart you and undo his binds; how he quickly overpowered you before you could even start interrogating him.
How right it felt for the weight of his body to be over yours.
Feeling warmth creep up your neck, you shake the thoughts out of your head. There was no way you were falling for a hero, right?
cc!Charlie with a s/o who practices witchcraft? Curious to see what he'd think of it or how he'd support them/interact with the practice :)
hi anon! i'm so sorry, but i'm not very comfortable writing anything relating to witchcraft. hope you understand <3
charlie being so excited and lowkey down bad for the smart slime girl changed me i think
LOVE THE ENTHUSIASM
fic will be out today
charlie in his recent stream got me thinking hero x villain au. maybe hero!charlie and villain!reader where reader kidnaps charlie to stop him from messing with her plans. she tries to interrogate him about other hero-related stuff, but he switches the roles quickly by flustering her. turns out he's actually really into her
who wants this say i
a little birdy (tumblr) told me you were taking requests 👁
charlie, our beloved, date night thoughts? im thinkin reader in his clothes, watching a movie or show, popcorn and his gas station eggs, falling asleep on the couch after hours of cuddling, yknow the vibe
started giggling and kicking my feet the moment i received this ask >//< also first post hi!!! hi!!! HI!!!
❛ hcs ; nights in with charlie <3 ༉‧₊˚✧
“hey angel,” the very millisecond you walk through the door; “was work alright?”
busying himself around you as he fine tunes the house for you - taking your coat, your bag, your shoes, your hand, guiding you to the bedroom, visibly proud of himself as he displays his freshest, comfiest clothes laid out on the bed, all ready for you.
sights set entirely on you while you strip away the remnants of your day, revelling in the content hums you release with every layer you remove, dutifully taking the cast-away clothes and placing them in the hamper for you.
listening ears ON while you deliver the latest work gossip, absolutely living for the newest updates
having to take a moment when you finally turn back to him, your hands resting on your hips as he marvels at you, swimming in an old merch shirt and his sweats, which you’ve had to roll the waistband of.
“there is no way you find this attractive,” you laugh out, watching him approach, hands first, coming straight for your waist. he laughs back, bubbling chuckles flush against your skin as he presses delicate kisses up and down your neck, “it is insanely attractive,” he moves up to your forehead, littering them around the rest of your face.
and you best believe you’re getting carried around. one arm hooked under your knees, the other threaded around your back and back up under your arm, hand firm against the side of your chest as you travel through the house as one.
looping strands of the hair on the nape of his neck around your fingers as he does, grinning as his eyes flutter at the sensation.
squealing when your back hits the cushions of the couch, playfully kicking your legs as he traps them between his knees, suspending himself on the palms of his hands, forearms caging your head.
this impromptu playfight continues for a good few minutes, lazy swings and hazy laughter until you’ve both managed to completely tire yourselves out, and you’ve ended up on top of him in the conflict.
he keeps a tight hold around your body, arms encircling you as your heavy breathing pulls the two of you in and pushes you out in tandem, exasperated giggles escaping your lips every few seconds.
“shitty movie?” he asks, running his open hand up and down your back. “shitty movie,” you confirm, nodding your head resting in the crook of his neck.
countless studio logos playing as he pads off to the kitchen, the tell-tale scent of popcorn drifting through the open door while the movie’s glaringly obvious exposition drones on and on.
opposite ends of the couch when he returns, legs entangled, the comically large bowl of said popcorn seated between them, the occasional hands brushing whenever you reach over.
spending the rest of the night heckling stitled acting and wilted writing, scoffing about how ‘we could’ve done so much better’
giggling as you gain numerous new inside jokes from awful line delivery and utterly incomprehensible plot holes
crawling back over to him as the evening chill sets in, and neither of you can be bothered to utilise the actual air conditioning, especially when you’ve got eachother.
fingers interlaced, held against your chests as they’re pressed against one another.
“i like this,” he mumbles, nose buried in your ruffled hair, lips moving against your scalp. ”i like you.” “whaaat?” “shut up,” you grumble, despite your smile.
eventually dozing off, you going first, lulled by his soft, rhythmic breathing. he watches your snoozing form with the fondest of smiles, head racing with the usual ‘how did i ever manage this?’ queries.
he still doesn’t get how he bagged you - but he’s sure as shit not complaining!!
“g’night, angel,” he murmurs, a soft squeeze of your clasped hands as he switches the tv off and joins you in sleep.
charlie in his recent stream got me thinking hero x villain au. maybe hero!charlie and villain!reader where reader kidnaps charlie to stop him from messing with her plans. she tries to interrogate him about other hero-related stuff, but he switches the roles quickly by flustering her. turns out he's actually really into her
who wants this say i
actually haven't watched a slimecicle video or vod in a while, so watching him in tommy's new minecraft video and clips of his duolingo sponsored stream just slapped his acting skills right across my face (and also his insane commitment to the bit)
a close streamer friend gaming with charlie or doing a ylyl stream with him?? but secretly in love with him? and the chat picks up on it and they end up trending on twitter with their ship name???? which kinda forces the two of them to confront and talk about their feelings???
only if you want to write this, of course <3 i love charlie i cannot get enough of your writing
Thank you for the request and your kind words anon! This was so fun to write and really is a feel good fluffy fic. I hope this piece is up to your expectations :)
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you smile you snooze (i do, when i’m with you)
cc!Charlie Slimecicle x streamer!reader
Synopsis: You Laugh You Lose turns out to be a lot harder when Charlie lights up your life with every smile.
Warning(s): light swearing.
Word count: 1.4k
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“Okay, enough! We need to up the stakes.”
You raise an eyebrow at your good friend, Charlie, who sits by your side in his own office chair. The both of you have headphones on, the sound of a submitted funny video streaming through them.
“What do you mean?” you feign confidence, switching your gaze between Charlie and the camera. “The stakes are pretty high at the moment, I mean, we both have one heart left.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see the one heart on each of your corners of the OBS scene.
“Yeah, for the past thirty minutes,” he argues. “We need to up the ante! More viewership! Mo-ney.”
He throws out the last parts jokingly, making you roll your eyes and bite your lips to keep yourself from laughing.
Giving in, because you always do, you ask, “So, what do you suggest?”
Charlie snaps his fingers towards the audience.
“Instead of You Laugh You Lose, we’re now playing,” he pauses dramatically, “You Smile You Snooze!”
True to your job as a streamer, you insert your own flavour of entertainment by slumping down in your chair exasperatedly.
“Charlie,” you whine, “that’s going to be so hard.”
“Exactly why we’re going to do it,” he insists, staring back at you for your confirmation.
You grumble and glare at him briefly before glancing at chat, curious to see what their opinions were:
yes, up the stakes! it was getting boring anyways we’ll see who’s the best at not smiling i bet y/n’s gonna lose y/n can’t keep her smiles to herself! mods run a poll? have you seen how y/n looks at charlie? she’ll lose immediately she’s a goner, she smiles whenever she looks at Charlie
You blink hard. Certain chat messages sear into your corneas.
Were you that obvious?
Glancing back at Charlie, you realise that he’s still staring at you, patiently waiting for your response. You feel your cheeks warm, even though you’re certain that he hasn’t read the chat yet.
Not being able to smile at your good friend turned crush was going to be a huge struggle for you.
You sigh.
Goddamnit, you were going to lose, but anything for the views, right?
“Fine,” you answer resolutely. “You Smile You Snooze it is!”
And so, the two of you resume the media playlist with the new challenge of not smiling. The submitted videos turned out to not be that challenging to stay poker-faced at, but Charlie’s quips would often tickle your funny bone in a way that had you breathing in slowly to keep your poker face.
Curse Charlie and his good humour.
The two of you made it through a good fifteen minutes without anything crazy happening, until someone submits an edit of the YLYL stream.
“What’s this? You guys are fast,” comments Charlie.
“This better not be an embarrassing one,” you add, biting your lower lip to prepare yourself for the worse.
The edit gets straight to the point, compiling all the moments from the stream thus far of you smiling at Charlie. Heartwarming music floods your ears, barely piercing through the sudden blood rushing through your eardrums.
Panicked, your eyes glance at chat before you can stop yourself:
whoever made that is doing the Lord’s work isn’t that a little against their boundaries? what’s their duo name? no shipping guys! aw they’re actually really cute wish someone would look at me the way y/n looks at charlie
Charlie’s voice interrupts your reading, jolting you slightly:
“Dude, we should’ve done You Smile You Snooze earlier,” he snorts. “You would’ve lost so bad from the beginning.”
You turn your head to look at Charlie with wide eyes, thoughts reeling about whether he was teasing for the sake of teasing or if he was beginning to catch on to you, when you notice the expression on his face.
The way his eyes crinkle a little. The way the corners of his mouth are lifted.
He’s smiling.
“YOU’RE SMILING!” you yell at him, pointing a finger at him.
His expression turns shocked at your outburst, before he leans back in his chair in defeat.
“Damnit,” he says, although he doesn’t sound all that upset about the loss.
Meanwhile, you get out of your chair and start a victory dance for yourself, losing yourself in the euphoria of winning the YLYL stream.
You miss the fond smile that rises back on Charlie’s face as he gazes at you.
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“Yo, we’re trending on Twitter,” Charlie says in between bites.
It’s been two hours since the YLYL stream. You’re still at Charlie’s place because he insisted that the two of you should just have dinner and hang out together while you’re there. You didn't object.
“We are?” you ask curiously, scooting closer to Charlie to look at his phone screen.
“Mm,” he replies nonchalantly, clicking on a post and passing the phone to you. “We even have a ship name now.”
“What?”
Your eyes bulge from your sockets and you stare at Charlie. He shrugs, too calm and collected for your racing heart, and gestures for you to have a look at the tweet he pulled up.
It begins with a hashtag of your ship name, followed by “get you a duo that smiles at each other the way charlie and y/n smile at each other”. Below that was a side-by-side comparison of two screenshots from the YLYL stream, one of you smiling at Charlie while he wasn’t looking, and vice versa.
Your eyes glance back and forth between the phone screen and Charlie’s expression. While your brain is working a hundred miles an hour to come up with some sort of damage control, Charlie looks relaxed, almost satisfied or relieved.
“I – We – ” your words stutter as you struggle to focus on a topic. When you look back at Charlie, you scoot yourself a little away from him, nerves suddenly taking over from the proximity and the tweet.
Finally, you settle on accusation:
“Why are you so calm?”
“I mean,” Charlie reaches for another piece of fried chicken, “it’s no big deal. We’re friends. Let the chat think what they want to think. Unless… ”
He trails off, taking a bite of his chicken and chewing too slowly for it not to be deliberate.
“Unless what?” you push. You’re sure you look a little frazzled, still embarrassed and shocked by the post and the emergence of a ship name.
Charlie swallows before leaning closer, closing the gap that you created, saying:
“Unless you actually like me.”
You stare at him. It feels as though something in your brain has short circuited as you register his statement. As you juggle around the possible answers you could give and the potential situations they could create.
You know your face is turning red, what with how your cheeks are warming and how fast your heart is racing, so you shove Charlie’s shoulder a little first, unable to give an actual answer yet.
Letting you push him, he leans back, away from you, a smile lifting on his face.
“It’s okay if you do. I like you too.”
You stare again, your mouth opening and closing like a goldfish as you try to come up with something intelligible to say.
“Huh?”
Charlie is laughing now, full-bellied, head thrown back. At his response, you bristle a little, overthinking his words.
“Wait,” you say nervously. “Do you actually like me?”
You fiddle with his phone, dropping your eyes to the screen to examine the tweet again. Studying the screenshots, you can’t help but think that the kind of smile Charlie wore was the same one you had whenever you looked at him.
The phone is gently pried from your grip and placed face down on the table, forcing you to look at its owner. Instead of the humour that filled his eyes, Charlie now looks at you with utmost sincerity.
“I’m being serious. I like you.”
Staring into Charlie’s eyes, taking in the face of the man that made you smile in every situation, you find yourself being honest:
“I like you too.”
His eyes brighten, and the smile appears on his face again. The same smile that he wore in the screenshot, you realise. His smile is infectious, causing your lips to lift into a wide smile that reaches your eyes.
“Guess we’re both snoozing and losing today,” you quip, sending Charlie into a fit of chuckles before he’s pulling you close to him.
When Charlie retweets the aforementioned tweet, Twitter goes nuts for days.
accepting requests!
Disclaimer: I can't guarantee that I'll get to all of them promptly, or even write all of them at all because of work and brain juice, but I think this could be fun!
Guidelines for requests:
Only for Charlie Slimecicle x fem!reader or gn!reader (sorry if you're looking for more!), both romantic or platonic
Can be cc!, q! or au! Charlie (meaning if you have an AU in mind, like best friend!Charlie or superhero!Charlie you can request it!)
Avoid giving specific descriptions about the reader, i.e. physical attribute / race / etc.
You can make your requests about a certain situation the reader is in, i.e. reader is going through a tough time, reader is working in so and so
I WILL NOT WRITE:
NSFW, gore
Heavy topics, e.g. depression, etc. If I do, they will only be implied or alluded to in a general way (read my fic a firefly in your night sky for an example of how i would write about these kind of topics!)
Please be understanding if I don't get around to writing your requests for various reasons!
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