Charlie Actually Would Be The Sweetest Bf Ever - Tumblr Posts
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.”)