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justgowithitplease · 3 months

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Hiya! when you get the chance, can you do a charlie slimecicle x reader (they/them) smut were its really domestic and he fucks the reader in the kitchen

Warnings: AFAB body, AFAB reproductive system, Curse words, Graphic

You were in the kitchen, cooking dinner. Charlie was in his streaming room, reorganizing the layout of his desk and everything. Or so you thought. Arms wrap around you, resting on your hips. A chin lands on your shoulder.

"Hehehe, hi love" Charlie says, holding you from behind.

"Hi charlie" You respond with a smile, stirring the sauce for that night's dinner

He hugs you tighter, snuggling closer. His hips press against your ass, and you can feel his boner rising. After a moment he speaks up.

"Can dinner wait a second love?" He asks softly, pressing into you more

"Just a second or a couple of minutes?" You ask, turning the heat on the stove down

"minutes." He says, his hands starting to rub up and down your sides

You turn the stove off completely and move the food off of the hot part of the stove.

"thank you" he says, kissing the space between your shoulder and neck

He slowly shifts you two over to the counter. He keeps kissing your neck and moving his hands on your body. One of his hands rests on your ass. His fingers curl under your waist band and slowly tug down your lower layers.

"This okay?" He asks softly, kissing the back of your neck

"yes, Charlie" you laugh softly "I wouldn't be let it get this far if I wasn't"

"Okay, okay" he laughs

He undoes his belt and pushes down his sweatpants and boxers. He holds your hips in one hand and lines his cock up with your core in the other. He pushes in slowly, moving his hand back up to your hips.

"Ah..." You softly moan, feeling him inside you

He softly whimpers against you as he softly pushes you down. Your chest presses against the counter. He pushes in all the way before pulling out half way. It continues in a soft, slow pace. In, out, in, and out.

"Fuck..." Charlie says quietly

His hands slide down from your hips to the side of your ass

"I love you" He breaths out, leaning his head back in pleasure as his eyes close

"I love you" you say back, a soft smile playing on your lips

Charlie's hips softly hit against you in an almost hypnotic rhythm. The hot ball that's been forming in your stomach grows more, causing your cunt to tighten around him.

"Mmh" Charlie whines as he feels his high approach fast

He picks up the pace slightly, his hips hitting against you harder as his cock hits your G-spot.

"Ah, uh, uh..." you moan on beat with his hips

Slowly, both of you reach your climaxes. Your come flows out of you as his flows in you. They mix in a lovely pool of love and pleasure.

"Aughnnnn~" Charlie whines as his thrusts become a slow and heavy pace

Your moans fill the house as both of you make it through your highs. At the end of it, charlie grabs a clean kitchen towel and holds it under where your bodies are connected. He pulls out, letting your mixed come fall onto the towel.

Once it's done pouring from your sopping cunt, he wipes off his cock and throws the towel in the wash. He pulls his boxers and sweatpants up before he grabs another towel and wipes you off gently.

"Here you go love" He says

"Thank you" You respond softly, pulling your lower layers up once he finishes wiping you off

He throws that towel in the wash as well then walks over to hug you. His arms wrap around your waist, this time from the front.

"I love you, my beautiful lover" He says as he rests his head on your shoulder "all my friends were asking about you on stream tonight. They said you were so nice when they met you and they asked how I met you."

"Oh?" You respond with a slight giggle, hugging him back

"Mhm. I said that one day I was looking for an editor, and then I saw your profile, thought 'wow they're the hottest person I've ever seen', and bingo bango I ended up with them." He grins, snuggling closer

"heh, I love you." You giggle

"I love you too, M'theydy." He says as he plants a soft kiss on your lips

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alastrrz · 4 months

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hi!! welcome to much tumblr :]

i thought i’d send you a request after seeing your page on my recommended!!

slimecicle cuddles with nonbinary reader!! just fluffy af

hi hon! thanks for the warm welcome. this isn't my first rodeo on tumblr; just wanted to start fresh! i can absolutely do this for you!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 CUDDLING ; CHARLIE

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genre; comfort/fluff

type; blurb

read below!

You'd had a decently rough day, work was a pain, your manager got on you for something that was NOT your fault, so you really just wanted to go home to your boyfriend.

Upon opening the door, you threw your bag down and shuffled your shoes off your feet. The house was oddly quiet.. No sign of Charlie, but the lights were on. "Charlie?" You called out for him with the minimal strength you had left.

Charlie wiped his eyes as he turned the corner from your shared bedroom, "Oh, hey baby!" His voice was sleepy; he was probably napping, and you woke him up.

"Oh, were you sleeping? I'm sorry," He paused you by walking towards you and taking your hand, "Oh please, I just woke up. How was work?" You shrugged in response. "Could've been better." He sighed, "Ohh.. I'm sorry. Wanna go lay down? It'll make you feel better!.."

You couldn't say no to his puppy dog eyes. Honestly, who could? You certainly couldn't, and you knew that. "Yeah, yeah. It probably would make me feel better.." He smiled, "Good! That's what I like to hear."

After you two lied in bed for a minute, he turned so that he was spooning you. He tangled his legs with yours, then wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you closer. "Isn't that better?" You just hummed in response, "Mhm." He smiled, then started pressing kisses to the back of your neck. "I'm sorry your day wasn't good." You sighed, "It's okay. As long as I get to come home to you, that's all I could ask for."

You could almost feel the cheeky grin radiating off of him, even though you couldn't see his face. "Am I the best boyfriend in the world?" You chuckle, "Yes, Charlie. Yes you are." He pulled you tighter to his chest, making sure you weren't going anywhere.

After a couple minutes, you started getting sleepy. You'd fallen asleep quickly after the rough day you had, "Baby?" He whispered, but when he got a snore in return, he just smiled. "Okay.. Yeah, you get some rest. I won't move a muscle."

"Hush, Charlie." He chuckled, "Oh, yeah, sorry..!"

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publishedwhores · 9 months

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Any thoughts on a gender neutral reader visiting Charlie’s house, and the reader just waking up and coming downstairs, before seeing Charlie coming home all sweaty from a morning jog in the Vermont heat. Seeing this makes the reader’s mind spiral, knowing that Charlie is more then okay with the reader dominating them. They can’t help but want to expose his beautiful body,taste every part of his skin and every bead of sweat, while making deep hickies as well. So, of course the reader asks him just that and he was confused at first but in the end he agrees. He is so glad he did, because now he is a turned on mess of a man who is clearly enjoying it so much, which makes the reader so proud. Charlie had enough and asks them the let him fuck them, instead the reader decides to tease him by slowly sucking him off. Charlie desperately begs for the reader to let him inside of them and they finally oblige. Charlie finally slides inside before, desperately thrusts inside them. The reader praises him as he does and of course Charlie just moans in their ear as they both enjoy the hell out of it. (I am so goddamn feral for this man.)

this is genuinely a masterpiece, i lost count of how many times I've reread it--

we aren't sure what else to add ehehe this is perfect as is !!!

- Void 🕸️

#charlie slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle smut #charlie slimecicle headcannons #slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x you #slimecicle smut

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b-uckyreadss · 7 months

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pov: your camera roll as charlies partner <3

#charlie slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x you

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fullofgutsndopamine · 13 days

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everything you do (makes it easy to fall in love with you)

tw: cliches, over usage of pet names, insta-love, cursing

they/them for reader but one instance of “Misses” i couldn’t find a way around it

more here

the giggling should’ve given it away at first.

kids giggling and pulling at the each others sleeve is never a good sign, and even as a second year teacher-you know better.

a smile finds its way onto your face regardless, “what’s so funny?” you ask, “hm?”

half the class giggles into their hands, squirms in their seats and doesn’t answer until a student in the front spoke.

listen, you don’t have favorites-they’re all your kids. but if you had to choose, Rosie, the quiet kid that sits in front for all your lessons, speaks quietly and carefully, her glasses falling down her nose as she speaks-would be one of the first

“miss,” rosie giggles, “someone left a present for you.”

you act surprised.

Kids bringing small presents is nothing new; there's James, who brought you a bruised apple in the first month you started teaching. Annie, who comes in from recess with rocks shoved deep in her pockets for you; Sam who never comes inside when the bell rings without a weed in their pocket, a dandelion half squished for you-

when you make your way to your desk, make a show of opening the small shoebox turned Valentine's Day box you made in class, now with little cats on the sides, whiskers on the front; you're expecting half ripped pieces of lined paper in there, little mispelled love notes from your students-

making a show of opening it, you don't have to act surprised when you see it's absouletly filled to the brim with notes-and you were half right, written on ripped lined paper, scribbled between class periods, mispelled everything-

"Miss-"

one of the students calls you back to it as you take a handful out, a mess of: u lok nice 2day and i lik ur dres or i lov u

"Do you want us to tell you who they're from?"

They're giggling behind their hands, like it's an inside joke you somehow missed out on, didn't get the memo on

"Hm," The smirk plays on your face as you grab another one, "I haven't the faintest idea-"

"It was Mister Charlie!" Annie all but squeals, the class erupting into giggles

"Mr.Charlie," Your eyebrows form into one, "Like, the science teacher across the hall, Mr.Charlie? The one with the glasses?”

It's obvious from the notes that it isn't from him even if you've seen him in passing; walking to your classroom in the morning before the students are there, your hands full of bags for the classroom, him insisting on helping you only for you to race him to see who can get to their classrooms first-walking into his room when you know it's his planning period, his hair dishelved, glasses shoved ontop of his head as he's massaging the sides of his forehead only for you to ask, "Does this sound dumb?" when you're trying to draft an email

you know of Charlie

it's hard not to know about charlie. it's only your second year teaching, your first in this school district, and while everyone here is nice, he's the only one who's seemed to go out of his way to make sure you're comfortable. Dropping by on his lunch, his wrinkled paper bag in hand "I packed too much for lunch." only to pass you an orange, or an apple-when you get a note from one of his students and open it only for it to read: Sorry. They needed a second outside of the classroom. Please send something back for them. -C

"Yeah," They pull you back to present time, "He has a crush on you. He loves you."

they're giggling into their palms, oohing and awing as you do when you're young and love is something that makes their face bright red and squirm in their seats-

"Alright," You shake your head, shove the notes back in, hoping they don't see your face bright red, "We have to finish this lesson. C'mon, let's see where were we. Ah, yes. June, can you-"

You wait until it dies down, when you hope these notes are at least a semi forgotten thing, right before you're about to send them to recess, to send the note across the hall. You make sure to staple it down, don't trust the kids to not peak, and send it across the hall

Across the hall, Charlie is pacing.

"No because like," He shakes his head, runs his hand through his hair, "I can't tell them I like them-"

His best friend, the janitor, John, sits backwards in his chair, eating a banana.

He rolls his eyes as he peels the outside carefully, "Right, because that would be embarrassing-"

"No because exactly!" He shakes his head, slams his fist against his other hand, "I have to-"

A tiny knock on the door and charlie whips around.

All his students are gone, in art for the next 45 minutes-don't them to see him like this, stressed about a crush he'd rather die, thanks.

"Hey. Where-."

He immediately drops the rant, drops his voice as he kneels on the floor, very aware of how intimidating he could be to children, and how he towers over the students, tries to make himself smaller around them always

She drags her feet to Charlie, hands him the piece of red construction paper, stapled down, face bright red: "This is from misses, across the hall."

She speaks so quietly charlie has to strain to hear her, would have missed it if he didn't see your writing across the top of it.

His eyes go wide to John, "It's from them."

John cackles, "Is this a code red? Or-"

"Not now, John." charlie hisses, turns to the kid, "Thank you.”

And she nods once, drags her feet out the door and all but runs to the classroom.

"Open it, you idiot." John huffs, throws the banana peel into the wastebasket by the door, misses.

charlie turns it around in his hands, takes a deep breath, and opens it.

Across the hall, you worry you did the wrong thing.

It borders on flirting, the note you sent. Wrote it on a whim, can definitely see the words you scribbled out, wrote over, tried to make it so he doesn't see the first draft

Heard you have a crush on me you wrote, my kids filled my box with notes from "you". I would expect a science teacher to know how to spell 'hydrogen' when you're professing your love to me, but it's sweet, all the same. If you're kids say anything to you, just wanted to fill you in. Sorry, this is dumb.

You're contemplating faking your death, making a new identity, running away-investing in fake mustaches anything then to live in shame of flirting-with another teacher?! A science teacher of all things?! Please.

The note is shoved under your door, and you can hear footsteps all but run away and a door close in the time it takes you to get it.

It's your planning period now, and you turned the lights off and shut the door in hopes of some quiet to get rid of the pounding headache behind your eyes, your glasses shoved over your face

You get it slowly, carefully, walk to the door where there's a thick piece of computer paper, also stapled close, halfway across the room from being shoved with such passion under the door-

your name is scribbled in front, loopy and carefully and you open the note slowly, expecting a restraining order

sunshine,

can't believe my cover was blown away by students, of all things. I heard them whispering in my classroom about this, but didn't think they'd be brave enough to do anything about it.

I'm sorry about my kids. I think when adults look at each other, kids think they're in love. I hope they didn't bother you too much.

-charlie in 303 (The science teacher)

P.S. You look pretty today

Your fingers run over the note, the place where he obviously pressed down too hard with his pencil and left marks in the note, the scratching out he did. The way he added his classroom in, as if you weren't sure who he was, as if he isn't the only one who's showed you kindness, who stayed with you when you locked yourself out of your classroom your second day until John came to unlock the door. Or the snacks he brought you, the cupcake he had a student bring you when he was celebrating his birthday-the kind little gestures he did in the few months you'd known him

You sit on the note for the day.

Not on purpose; your class came back and there was a small fight amongst students, homework to do-the note felt heavy in your pocket, forgotten until you got home and undressed for the day.

"No but like," charlie sighs to John the next day, early before school is suppose to start. John is leaning back in his seat, eating a granola bar and missing his mouth, most of it ending up on the floor, "Valentine's day is in two days and all I did was send a note all but professing my love to another teacher."

"I know," John snorts, "How embarrassing. That has to be like, an HR red flag, right?"

"Not helping, John." charlie groans as he slams his head against his desk. "Maybe this is a sign I should quit. Move across the sea, make a new identity-"

"On a teachers budget?" John snorts, "charlie be serious, you can't even afford to look at those ticket prices-"

"Not helping, you-"

"Besides," John rolls his eyes, throws the wrapper in the trash, "It's just a crush, charlie. Jesus Christ, you act like you've never had one before. They aren't going to write you up for thinking the teacher across the room from you is hot."

charlie groans, digs the heels of his palms into his eyes until he sees stars.

"And besides," John adds, "It's cute. I haven't seen you this excited since college. The flowers are cute, I promise."

charlie doesn't answer, picks up the mini water bottle he ripped the label off of it and picked some of the wild flowers that grow on his walk into school. He can't afford the grocery store bouquets, not on his teaching budget.

"Come on," John groans as he stands, jingles the keys in his hands, "I'll unlock their door before they come. They'll be here in ten minutes."

charlie sighs but obeys, bites back comments on how he worries this is weird, replaces it with: "it's weird you know their schedule."

John huffs, digs into his pocket as he makes a show of using the wrong keys so charlie groans, cranes his neck to check the hallway for any signs of you-

Finally, three wrong keys later, John pushes the door open and gently shoves charlie in, and he stumbles inside, places the water bottle on your desk, and digs around in his pocket for the note he wrote last night when he couldn't sleep, and shoves it deep into your valentines mailbox before he can regret it-and all but runs out.

Your turning the construction paper make-shift valentine you made over in your hand, contemplating what to say, when to confess this crush officially, when your eyes hit the small water bottle again.

the note never said it's from him, but it's all but implied, the same flowers you see in the schoolyard day in and day out, and you drag the small bottle to you, shove your nose deep into the small bouqet.

Your eye catches the note in the box. You almost missed it, halfway through the day already, when you can see the very tip of it, and you carefully have to dig it out, carefully unwrinkled it and put it on your lap

one day left.

according to my kids, we're married. sorry you have to find out this way that you're taken. sorry the last name is kind of shit.

Have a good day, darling. Keep the tiny humans alive until 3:05.

-C (303, Science teacher)

PS You look beautiful today

A smile creeps onto your face, and a plan forms in your head.

Being friends with the janitor comes with many perks. You didn't originally become friends just for those perks, believe you should treat everyone kindly, but when charlie is in one of his kid's specials (It's Thursday, so you know it's music class and you also know, from walking past the room, that charlie takes the class very seriously, and likes to join in when he can) and you're able to find John, hiding in his room (More of a make shift closet) and ask him to unlock charlie’s door.

"I worry this goes against a school rule," You whisper, bouncing on your heels, "Like, an unspoken rule."

John smells heavy of nicotine and grease (somehow) but he's humming as he unlocks the door, "Nah," He shakes his head, "Just mention me in y'all's speech when y'all are married. Or, name a kid after me."

You gasp, gently hit his arm, "John we are not getting married. Or having kids. I don't even know him. We're just two co-workers who are being nice."

John physically bites his tongue to hold back any comments on first love, or how many text charlie’s sent about you instead nods: "Mhm." as the door opens.

The room is darker without charlie. You know in your head it's due to the lights being out, and not actually because of his lack of presence, but he definitely brings something to the stone walls that's missing without him.

"Quick, quick quick," John teases as he leans against the doorframe, jingles his keys, that smirk on his face he always seems to wear, "Let's go."

You squeal, all but run to his desk, the small bouquet of construction paper flowers on green pipe cleaners you folded on lunch in a small paper milk carton, a piece of paper under it: One more day to go. Sorry these aren't real. From your wife

And you all but run out as John laughs at you.

Valentine's Day comes, and it feels like it's hangng over your shoulders, some big d-day you've been dreading and waiting for.

charlie is too chicken shit to ask you out to your face. He knows this, hell-you probably know that too, but he still comes in, a small cup he usually reserves for his kid's birthdays, plastic with your name down the side, filled with your favorite candy (gotten the answer from grilling your kids at lunch and lowkey bribing them) a note taped to the outside in a bright pink envelope he folded up.

He makes his way to your room, sets it in the middle, hesitates, contemplates if he should, and leaves before he can second guess it.

You're happy you saw the cup before your students, or you would've never heard the end of it.

Your hands all but shake as you take the paper out, his handwriting slanted and scribbled like he wrote it in a hurry:

It's so fucked that I couldn't say this straight to your face.

Will you go out with me? Tonight, 8pm. Tammy's Diner in town.

Let me know.

-c

The absence of his room number, his title, makes you smile, blushing as you re-read the note, him finally asking you out. You contemplated asking him out since you started here, debating with it every ride home in complete silence, beating yourself up for not doing it.

You open your desk up, grab a piece of paper, and get to work.

charlie is googling teaching jobs in the city when one of your students walks in, wide eyed, a note in their small hands. He all but runs to them, gives them a hand full of candy as they leave happily, and he takes a deep breathe, opens the note

Can't wait

I've been waiting for you to ask me out.

Our class party is at noon. Bring your class and we can have a little combined party, it'll be fun.

Wear your green tie, it's my favorite.

-Your excited wife

"And that class, is when you carry the one. Now-"

The yell rips through the air, all but quiet, and the class whips around, wide eyed, wondering what the yelling is about, the loud Woo that rips through the air.

A smile forms on the edge of your lips, "C'mon guys, we're almost done. When this is over, we have a party with Mr.Charlie’s class. C'mon. Now, if the one is carried-"

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lanaxoxoxoxoxox · 9 months

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sweet names

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

what i'd think each of the sorry boys would call you for nickname(s) ♡

(platonic and romantic)

warnings: none, just cutesy fluff

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

charlie (romantic): babe, honey

tommy (romantic): love

wilbur: (romantic) darling, sweetheart

ranboo: (romantic) love, darling

philza (platonic): kiddo, hon

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

real short n' sweet fic

i hope u enjoyed!! please support me by liking, reblogging, replying or following my blog! requests are currently closed as of now. thank you!!

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slxtmeri · 10 months

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Chucklers after you get back from a long trip. Them just welcoming you back and all the things they would get or do for you, sfw and nsfw... just an idea I've had on my mind...

ANON I LOVE YOU THIS IDEA TYSM

ted

sfw

♡ as soon as he sees you when you come home, he's running up to you and giving you the biggest hug oml. hands are around your waist, lifting you up, not wanting to let go. (and he doesn't, for at least a good minute or two).

♡ kisses all over your face and neck until you're blushing and giggling, squealing for him to stop

♡ carries all your luggage and REFUSES to let you help with any

"nope, nope, put that down. i can handle this stuff, baby! let me help you, love."

♡ constantly touching you, hand on your waist, arm around your shoulder, holding your hand. he missed you so much while you were gone

nsfw

♡ as soon as your stuff is inside, he carries you to the bedroom, your legs wrapped around his waist

♡ he lays you down on the bed, still kissing you. his mouth trails lower, and lower, until his head is settled between your legs

♡ eats you out like it's his last meal, your hands gripping his hair motivate him to keep going

♡ makes you come undone several times, until tears of pleasure are pricking at your eyes and you're too fucked out to form a coherent sentence.

♡ cuddles you until you both fall asleep. expect him to fuck you senseless the next day

schlatt

sfw

♡ picks you up from the airport and twirls you around until you're both dizzy.

♡ can't stop smiling. there's a shit eating grin on his face for the next 24 hours at LEAST

♡ doesn't stop talking about how much he and the cats missed you.

♡ hand on your thigh on the drive home, rubbing comforting circles

♡ stops to get you your favorite food on the way home, he just wants to spoil you

nsfw

♡ as soon as the two of you arrive home, he's bending you over the nearest surface. whether it be the kitchen island, the couch, it doesn't matter. he's so needy for you

♡ teases you until you're wet enough to take him. then he's fucking you until you can't stand

♡ praises you so so much more than usual.

"fuck, baby. you're so perfect for me, hmm? letting daddy fuck you as soon as you get back. my sweet baby."

♡ takes a bath with you afterwards. cleans you up all nice then carries you to bed <3

charlie

sfw

♡ gets so excited when he sees you, he hugs you so tight you have to tell him to calm down

"charlie, i missed you too. can barely breathe, baby."

"shit... sorry sweetheart, i just missed you a lot."

♡ as soon as you get home he's giving you presents that he bought for your return. probably orders your favorite takeout, too.

♡ repeats how much he missed you, how he wishes you were there for the things he did whil you were away

♡ asks for any and all photos you took during your trip

nsfw

♡ he practically drags you to the bedroom after you two finish eating

♡ begs for you, saying how much he needed you

"s'been too long, baby. please let me fuck you, please."

♡ hickeys all over your neck. he's not even thinking about how you two have to meet up with friends the next day

♡ you end up riding him, rolling your eyes at the friction you havent had since before you left

♡ once you get too tired, he's gripping your hips and fucking up into you.

"that's it, baby. so so good, my love, fuck."

♡ stays inside you for a few minutes, hugging you, savoring your time together.

♡ picks you up and carries you to the shower, cleaning you up before bringing you to the couch for a nice long movie

a/n: holy shit i got carried away. the brainrot is real 😭 anyways ily anon, enjoy!!!

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poraphia · 8 months

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“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

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phxntomsdusk · 3 months

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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.

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justgowithitplease · 4 months

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MY GOOD BOY - SLIMECICLE

Summary: Charlie just wants to finish

Lost the req. But thought I'd still write it!

Warnings: P*rn with little to no plot, smut, curse words, bad writing;-;, Sub!Charlie, Fem!Reader

(warning image not mine)

Charlies whimpers filled the bedroom, reverberating off of the white walls.

"Please..." Charlie begs "please just let me finish..."

His hands are tied behind his back with a belt, his fists lifting his hips up. You're on top of him, your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself. You bounce up and down at a brutal pace, your inner thighs caging his hips in.

"please...ill be a good boy I promise..." he whimpers, his chest heaving with heavy breaths

"No baby...you said you'd behave yourself tonight at dinner. What did you think you were doing with your hand trying to move up my thigh?" You respond breathily, leaning down to kiss his neck

He whimpers at the touch of your lips, letting out a whine.

"please...im so sorry...i'll never do it again I promise just let me-" He says, being cut off by a loud whimper escaping his lips at your pace picking up

"you said that last time." You say, grinning at the look of need and desperation on his face

"I'll be better next time..." he whimpers "please..."

You take a moment to respond, enjoying the feeling of him inside you. You barely think it through, already knowing that he's going to tease you at the next dinner with friends.

"If I let you finish, you gotta be a good boy" you say, your fingers snaking into his hair and pulling it slightly so his head leans back. He whines at you pulling his hair, nodding the little amount he can.

"words, baby." You say, planting a sloppy kiss onto his jaw

"YES! Fuck...yes baby I promise I'll be a good boy!" He whines "Please baby!"

You grin and keep planting sloppy kisses along his jaw. Your hips keep moving, not slowing down like the previous times tonight. Charlie whimpers as the warm feeling in him grows, his high approaching rapidly.

"Baby...baby yes...yes...YES..." He says his breath becoming ragged. His head is swimming, and all he can feel is you wrapped around his cock.

The feeling in his stomach grows, heating his whole body up. He feels your tongue in his mouth and your lips on his, and he busts. His high flows out as waves of pleasure wash over him. He lets out a loud, rich moan his shoulder blades pressing into the mattress as his back arches up.

His hot come flows into you, causing you to hit your high aswell. Your back arches as your come mixes with his, your moans flowing together as you ride through both of your guys' high.

As you both calm down, you press a kiss to his lips and let go of his hair. He moans as you pull away for a breath. You two take a moment to look into each other's eyes, enjoying the moment of love you and him shared.

You gently stroke his hair as you catch your breath, looking into his pretty eyes before you speak up.

"Ah...I love you, 𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺..."

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alastrrz · 3 months

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hi ml! i’m sorry for requesting so much but im literally obsessed with your writing :’)

headcanons for charlie being the sweetest boyfriend? like things he would do n stufffff

don't feel bad for requesting! it gets me off my ass ml <3 this is cute!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 DATING THEM ; CHARLIE

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genre; fluff/comfort

type; headcanons

read below!

Charlie loves PDA!! Please let him show everyone that you're his. He will absolutely hold your hand or wrap his arm around your waist while you guys are walking around in public, he loves having his hands on you at any and all times.

His love languages are touch and acts of service! Like I said previously, he loves to have his hands on you in one way or another at all times. Loves cuddling.

He loves doing things for you! He'll always get you what you need, like if you need water or a snack. It's just in his blood to be giving and providing, it's one of his biggest ways of showing love!

He also enjoys buying you gifts but it's not one of his biggest ways of showing love toward you.

Gives you so much of his merch. You have so many slime plushies, your bed is LITTERED with them. He gives you the first one out of every drop!

Let me circle back to cuddling, he loves to lie on top of you. He doesn't care how much smaller or bigger you are than him, he will be lying on top of you.

If he's not on top of you, then he's spooning you, but he's willing to swap big and little spoon every now and again!

Overall, super sweet golden retriever boyfriend.

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cynicaltirade · 9 months

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Somnophilia Headcannons / Little Ideas

:33 < Awahh!!! I was doing a roleplay with a friend and we got onto a (consenual) somonophilia scene and it had me absolutely r33ling in somno ideas for the chuckle fucks and the reader!!!

TED NIVISON

ミ★ Didn't expect to like the idea as much as he did. suprisingly into it after a bit of talking.

ミ★ Is careful to be quiet at first but he just can't help but to groan and praise you a bit louder as he gets closer to cumming.

ミ★ Starts off with just using your hand to jack himself off before moving to tit fucking you (if applicable), and finally full P in V penetration (f) / or blowing you (m)

ミ★ Takes pictures. Takes so many fucking pictures oh my god. You look so perfect when you're asleep and he, /HE/ gets the honor of fucking you at your most peaceful? he's in heaven.

SCHLATT

ミ★ Suprised you want to, unsuprisingly really into it.

ミ★ Tries (yeah right) to let you sleep peacefully through it but most of the fun for him is teetering on the edge of waking you up.

ミ★ The type to eat you out and finger you for a while just to get you warmed up before just going straight into fucking you.

ミ★ Intentionally goes rougher right before he cums just so he can see the confused bleary look on your face as you wake up right before he paints it white.

ミ★ Sets his phone down on the bedside table to record while he fucks you in your sleep. What? He likes having little mementos!

CHARLIE SLIMSICLE

ミ★ Would be hesitant at first but would go along with it after you convince him that you are actually ok with it and want to do it!

ミ★ Anxious about possible waking you up, so he goes really slow, gentle and tries his best to stay quiet.

ミ★ Mostly sticks to fucking your thighs and your mouth since those feel the least at risk of waking you up.

ミ★ Uncomfortable taking physical pictures, but the image of his cock slipping in and out between your thighs is going to be permanently burned into his memory.

︿︿︿︿︿︿ [🐾🌱🐾 ]︿︿︿︿︿︿

:33 < That's all for now! I just <3 <3 <3 I love them so much. i want them so badly. I genuinely have such bad chuckle sammy brain rot its not even funny. Anyways, still mostly going to be lurking as an anyan, I just had to share this on my own account!!!

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nikaizkool · 10 months

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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.

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fullofgutsndopamine · 15 days

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See That Space In Your Head (And I Want To Fill It In)

or; the board game au

tw: cursing

look, it isn't the most nerdy thing you've ever done.

And you aren't proud of it-you aren't sure if that helps or not-but moving into a new town, in a new city- a new state, halfway across the country-known for its cold, dark and long winters well-you had to make friend somehow.

And he was so fucking persistent on Facebook too.

The posts neared non stop, always to the top of the group, right above people always posting the new fox sighting and where it was heading.

The first post was innocent enough.

Still need new members for the board to death club! we meet every other wednesday in the heart of the library.

the only comments under were spam and people looking for directions to the library. charlie didn't comment back to either.

The next post was two days later:

board to death meeting wednesay where we finally find out who's the best. come join us. Thornhill Library @ 6pm!

it's the last post that borders on pleading that makes you comment.

board to death. Thornhill Library. Newbies definitely not invited or encouraged.

look, you can sense the sarcasm in it but the way he's been posting nearing every other day for people to join his club but won't elaborate on what it is or anything besides the fucking name is making your chest boil with rage and your fingers take over across your keyboard before you can stop it

maybe, just maybe telling people what the club is would help and make people join? I dunno, just a thought.

you submit it before you can question that it's too sarcastic, too rude, not a way to make friends in this town-you're wrestling with the idea of deleting it before anyone can see it when your phone bings with a facebook notification.

it's him.

hm. thought the name alone would give it away. join us wednesday and see what we do :-)

bastard.

you weren't planning on going.

planned on leaving the conversation there, letting it die but the idea of it was killing you and you found yourself lacing up your shoes and slipping a coat over your shoulders to brave the Chicago cold before you could stop yourself.

the library was on the only busy street, which figures, and parking was a nightmare almost turned around about five times before you reminded yourself you were just stopping by-haven't gotten a library card yet and while you're here you might as well see what this silly club is about

as you park and enter, a death grip on the envelopes in your hands to get the stupid card, you notice how busy it is. And how incredibly loud it is.

The librarian behind the desk doesn't seem bothered by it either, talking at a loud volume with someone else behind the desk.

you lose the confidence you had, sliding the bills into your back pocket and slinking off to what you think would be 'the heart of the library'

it's not hard to find, fortunately

or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it.

a small group of people stand around a table stacked high with board games and who you think would be the lead stands next to it, hands on his hips.

it takes you a second to recognize it's charlie from the facebook post. he’s laughing with the small circle around him, his glasses are crooked on his nose but if it bothers him, he doesn’t make a move to adjust them. he wears a bright green shirt with a periodic table on it that says i have fun periodically and truly, that’s all you needed to know about what was happening.

you almost have to stop yourself from turning around and leaving but the conversation stops you-

"Yeah well Monopoly ends marriages but none of us are married so who fucking cares?"

"It's a figure of speech, you idiot." someone says back, pinching the bridge of their nose.

They're short next to charlie, a mess of blonde hair that's uncombed.

"Look," he finally holds his hands up in surrender, “i’ll-“

his eyes flash to you.

"well," he smirks, "hello there."

Your face is bright red before you can stop it and you try to wipe the look off your face-

"You're part of the facebook group, right?" charlie steps forward, the smirk high on his face, produces "The one who didn't know who we were?"

The blush is replaced by annoyance.

"What kind of name is board to death that meets in a library?"

he shrugs, crosses his arms over his chest:

"I dunno," he says, the smirk never leaving, "Probably a board game club."

you can't help the oh that escapes from your mouth and his friends behind him are laughing and you want to disappear.

"Right." you shrug, "guess i know now-" you turn to leave and he's at your elbow.

"Hey," his voice is high and comforting, is trying to make it quiet so it’s between you two"Stay and play a game. I was just kidding."

and you feel so fucking dumb like it's so obvious now, and you want to disappear-

"Seriously," he says, "Stay. nothing makes me feel better than beating Nick at Life. Really, whatever you're going through, it'll make it better."

you hesitate and before you can turn around, tell him no, he's pulling your elbow: "come on, i promise. and if it sucks, you can leave."

you obey, sitting next to charlie as he sits with this smile on his face, his face now pink like he's embarrassed as he fumbles with his glasses.

"charlie," he offers his hand, "nice to finally meet you."

you hesitate and shake his hand, introducing yourself as well.

"nice to meet the facebook menace himself," you finally ease up, "ready to lose?"

and it's a big statement, especially considering you've never played and you don't know him, but he leans back into the seat, his shoulder brushing yours as he smirks:

"Bring it on."

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sardonic-the-writer · 26 days

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ notes: just wanted to do something in honor of sorry boys going on hiatus. this is entirely based on their last video so watch that to understand the silly headcanon time. cc!wilbur likers will be blocked by the way, thanks. get out of here

↳ warnings: none. just the four members here. four original, and only, members of sorry boys. no one else

↳ song: campus—vampire weekend

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• You'd think that an afternoon shift at a trampoline park would be easy; especially on the down days. Hanging around the snack bar with your employees, blowing whistles at loud kids, and keeping whatever was left in the lost and found bin became something of a daydream to you upon first getting hired

• It was a better alternative to the fast food joint you had worked previously at a crazed food van—you'd rather do anything but that after quitting

• Your first tip that things weren't going to be that easy should have been the camera crew that shuffled in on your second week, lead in part by a blonde guy with a stack of pre-signed waivers in his hand

• "What's up with that?" You turned to your only other coworker at the hour, a lanky guy with a mask and fluffed up hair. You thought you remember his name starting with an R or something along the lines of that, but mostly you referred to him as 'dude' or 'hey you.' He never felt the need to correct you, so you just never stopped

• "Oh yeah." He'd responded with a tired voice while barely even looking around. "Uh, we have a group that comes in every few days and rents out the place. I've seen them bouncing around, and I'm not really sure they're, uh, stable I guess you could say."

• Glancing down from the reception desk and to the play floor below, you caught a glimpse of the three others he spoke of, one being the blonde kid from earlier, surrounded by a few cameras and doing some rather weak jump moves. One in a red fat suit fell over at one point and refused to get up as he rolled around on the floor whining

• "Er," You took a step out of the reception desk area as you pointed a finger down at the scene. "Shouldn't one of us be down there? Supervising, and all that." You neglected to mention that one of the men looked old enough to be your father and should probably be mediating them

• For a moment you thought your coworker would shrug and tell you to go on, but he just sighed and grabbed his whistle like a weary office worker preparing for a morning round

• "At least this time I won't be alone." He looked at you. The eyebags under his eyes made you feel like he'd done this a lot more than he'd ever wanted to, despite only being at work a few weeks more than you

• The next few minutes went by fine. You were mostly ignored by the two fellows in fat suits as they proceeded to say 'dude' and 'bro' far too much, and was only offered a high five by the same blonde— Tungo you now knew. At one point the cameramen pulled you and the other worked over for a small interview, the likes of which you seemed to enjoy more than him

• The first time either of you really had to step in was when the red fat suit one delved into his shell, yelling something about yoinking his pork

• "Chungus? Chungo?" You managed to say his name without somehow laughing. "Please don't do that. We're gonna have some problems if you continue to."

• As Chounce popped his head out like a cartoon character to look at you, you offered a wobbly smile, and was severely relieved when he finally brought his hands out of his suit to cross them

• "For the record dude I wasn't even pulling my plug." He frowned, having the decency to look midly embarrassed. "I was just thinking about my feelings, bro."

• You got a thankful look from your fellow employee at your successful endeavors

• The both of you continued to watch as a competition between Chounce and Tungo occurred, eventually somehow turning into a fight between them as the self proclaimed Master Za watched

• In reality, you were pretty sure their real names all aligned somewhere along the lines of Tommy Charlie and Phil, if the signatures on their wavers spoke for anything, but none of them seemed to call each other anything but nonsense

• At one point, you were compelled enough by the entertainment to purchase a bag of popcorn from the snack desk, earning a look at disappointment from your coworker as he saw

• "Please don't encourage them." He dragged a hand down his face, careful not to knock his mask off

• "I don't think it'd matter if I did or didn't." You smiled through a mouthful. "Just look at 'em." You waved at the kid zone they'd all migrated too in the last hour or two, currently kissing Master Za on the face as he yelped in protest

• "Wait." Your hand lowered slowly as you blinked. "That's not allowed—"

• The two of you took off in their direction, using your whistles for what felt like the hundredth time that day as you ran

• By the time closing hours came around, it was dark enough outside to make you yawn. It took a significant amount of convincing to get the three of them, mostly Chounce, to leave and stop bouncing, but it eventually worked with a few well placed bribes. Namely, handfuls from your unfinished chip bag from earlier

• "You weren't all that bad! Not a wrong'un after all." Tungo eventually confided in you in front of everyone as you went to close up, looking strangely proud about such a mediocre compliment. You grinned at him anyways, finding him to be one of the saner ones throughout the whole ordeal

• "Maybe next time I could judge a match of yours, yeah?" You offered as you thumbed through the cash in the register

• "Please do not encourage them." A familiar voice from outside sounded for the second time that day, making you suck air between your teeth in an attempt not to snort with laughter

• "And remember to check the bathrooms before you leave. One of them likes to hide in them after we close."

• "Sorry, what—"

• You ended up having to drag Chounce out bt his ankles that night and into Master Za's car so he could get home

• "You know what? It's still better than the food truck."

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