BEST DECISION MADE EVER I Think It Was The Most Fun Gig I've Ever Been To!!!!

BEST DECISION MADE EVER i think it was the most fun gig i've ever been to!!!!

made an impulsive decision in jan to buy good kid gig ticket, now i'm in amsterdam!

Everyone saying Andrew Garfield is the perfect Spider-Man for spideypool is not wrong, except for the fact that you have failed to consider Charlie Mf Slimecicle. That man is 100% who I imagine as Spidey when reading, like- !

Like total nerd, very silly, with a (kinda?) sleeper build and would rock a spandex suit

Slimecicle uploaded to Slmccl on October 1st!

tws: death, squirrel things

sorry for not posting recently, ive been really busy with work and then really sick.

charlie when you’re on your period i am on my KNEES 🙏🙏🙏

took an ikkle bit of creative liberty here and just thought fuck it lets go through the whole cycle

enjoy (pls)

- afab reader but! gn throughout :)

˙⋆✮ hcs: charlie slimecicle vs your cycle ⭑.ᐟ

⋆.˚ menstruation: - 100% researching, buying, making any and every cramp relief tool, remedy or ‘cure’ he can find

- gentlest pawing at your tender chest, soft kisses when you whine at the sharp sensation

- running to your side with painkillers every time you so much as mention a hint of a headache coming on, seriously considering jumping over the couch to get to you quicker until he remembers the glass of water in his hands

- world-class expert at dealing with the mood swings, recognising your highs and lows, attuning himself accordingly - knows how and when to stay off your nerves, with your increased irritability

- more or less becoming a human taxi around the house when you’re tired, arms slid underneath your thighs as your legs envelop his body, carrying you from room to room

- heating pad ready for you at all times

⋆.˚ follicular/ovulation: - stumbling behind you when your energy comes back, gladly being dragged along whenever you decide you’re in a social mood

- used to getting his bones jumped by now, but never expects, or prepares for, the ferocity with which you’ll tackle him onto the bed ⤷ “i think you just cracked a rib,” he wheezes out, twinkling eyes trailing up your looming body. you press your splayed palms to his chest for a moment, "oh. is that hot?” "..kinda, yeah,” he nods, meek.

- visibly melting in adoration whenever the sun catches your glowing skin (yes he did almost run the two of you off the road once because he was distracted. what about it. let a guy appreciate the love of his life)

⋆.˚ luteal: - tries his best not to laugh when you’re sat in a ‘de-bloating position’; legs to the wall, back to the floor, arms outstretched to your sides ⤷ “it works!” you insist, glaring at him from where he stands, snickering in the doorway. "you look like a life alert ad, babe.”

- adhering to your every craving, as confusing or disgustingly unhealthy as they are

- stays awake with you when you’re struggling to sleep, pulling you in tight to his chest, refusing to so much as shut his eyes until he’s sure you’re gone

- constantly shutting you down when your ego dips, and your insecurities come out to play, assuring you you’re being entirely nonsensical, that you could never look like “that big foreheaded bitch from nightmare before christmas” (”dr finklestein?” “dr fuckasstein” “i worry about you.”)

charlie slimecicle who will kiss and latch onto you until he gets whatever it is he wants 😭😭 backs away for a second when you use his full name in that firm tone hates, but not for long UGERHRJTGM I LOVE HJM

- QUICK everyone pretend it didn't take me almost 2 weeks to get around to this req

- the wip name for this was just 'whiny bitch charlie'

- oh reader is like. a cc editing a video or smth btw i forgot to actually make that clear (trinity include context challenge: FAILED MISERABLY!)

- gn reader :)

✧₊⁺ charlie slimecicle: persuasion ⭒˚.⋆

“char,” you sigh through an exasperated laugh, as charlie decides the best time to come up behind you and take your chin between his fingers is right here, right now - just as you’re this close to finishing up your work.

“five more minutes?” you bargain. wordlessly, he replies, hands running over your shoulders, tracing the contours of your collarbones, fingertips dipping into the negative space - essentially, a ‘no’.

“seriously, i’ve just got these last few minu-” “come onn, come to bed,” his voice pleads out, soft - impossible to not give in to.

nonetheless, you put up your best fight, moving your hand up to his wrist, hoping the touch is enough to distract him for the next fifteen minutes or so (you absolutely lied when you asked for just five more minutes - he knows this, too, of course, but fooling yourself’s just part of the fun now).

slow fingers ghost from your collarbones down to your forearm, touch dragging over your wrist, drawing tiny patterns before he moves to snatch your hand from its grip on your mouse. he pulls it up to his lips, delivering tiny kisses to each knuckle.

“charlie,” you warn, tone harsher than you really intended, more biting than you really meant - it works, though, his hands skulking away, him resorting to just placing his head on your shoulder, lips pressed to the soft skin as he hums his disappointment.

that resolve only lasts a few moments, however, before he starts pawing at your chair, swaying it side to side on its wheels, laughing to himself as he watches you try to pretend you’re ignoring him - he knows he’s winning this battle, as slow as his victory may be.

you tap away at your keyboard, façade of ignorance faltering everytime he swings your chair around, having to dip your head to let your hair fall over your twitching lips. he notices, of course, eyes glued to the side of your face during his teasing.

“you’ll give in eventually,” he sings, jabbing a finger into your cheek, running it over the ridges of your teeth, that are biting at the flesh inside. “soon enough, you’ll break.”

you push yourself to prove him wrong; lips firmly pressed together as you swallow your smile, eyes fixed on your monitor, flitting across the screen, as nonchalant about it all as possible. you try to convince yourself you can hold out, not let yourself get derailed by warm hands and soft touches.

..but it’s entirely unfair, the way he now stands over you, silently begging - you can practically feel his pouting, buzzing at you from over your shoulder, where his grasping hands rest, desparate as they knead into you.

he dips down, nose brushing your neck as he lays a kiss to every square inch he can access, low hums droning against your throat. a featherlight finger tugs at the neckline of your shirt, trimmed nails digging into the now exposed flesh, leaving tiny crescents in their wake.

your typing is half-hearted, if anything, by now, fingers faltering over the keys, entirely unfocused on the work at hand - impossible to concentrate for even a second as his humming continues to vibrate against your skin.

eventually, your body begins to betray your mind, logic giving way to desire as your head slowly tips to one side, offering up more of your neck to his needy mouth, hold loosening on your mouse as his hands slide down your arms, clutching your wrist.

“char,” you breathe, swallowing, still trying to act as if you’re buried in your work. the soft tone of your voice says otherwise, though, laced with the sound of your surrender.

he catches on, smiling against you, “yes, angel?”

the act is painful to keep up now; every tiny touch, skittering skin against your’s, the sickeningly sweet, comforting warmth in every move he makes, is all too much, your ability not to cave in crumbling entirely.

“you win.”

you let your head fall back against his chest, eyes trailing up to his grinning face, hungry eyes staring right back down at you; “knew i could do it,” he boasts, swivelling your chair around, taking your hands in his as he coaxes you to stand, lips crashing into your’s the moment your feet hit the ground, victorious as his touch roams to your waist, hips bumping as he pulls you in.

just had my first failed experiment. scratching my brain now wondering what could have caused it to not work