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OKAY! Hey guys! This is NOT a filler i swear im working on learning how to use AO3! the whole story will most likely be ooc bc im not too sure how to write in character 😭. please drink water and keep a positive mindset 💖🫶🏼 lets learn how to use ao3 together.. i look forward to hear from my special fellows🥺🥺 LETS BE GAY!

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It was the middle of the night on a Friday. You had, admittedly, been crying after a horrible nightmare.. But you weren’t the type to tell anyone about your struggles, much less your own family. Though… when it came to Charlie, he knew everything. Can anyone blame you for trusting him so much? He was intelligent, sweet, caring, mindful.. basically everything you weren’t. He was taller, hung out at at gym more. (well, you were still bulkier and muscular, even as you only spent about 5 hours weekly at the gym which… was one fourth of what he spent) 

After about 10 minutes of sniffling and tossing around in bed, you groaned and crawled out of the mini fortress you made a few hours ago. (lowkey same, ROFL 😭) You cringed heavily while walking past the mirror because of the huge knotted mess on your head, but you didn't give a shit. (Not) Surprisingly enough, Charlie was half awake on the loft couch. “Slime..?” you called out softly, wiping your tear-streaked face with your palm before he grumbled and buried his face in the cushions with his nose peeking out. “Don't call me that- Hey, are you okay..?” his head snapped up as he recognized that tone and his eyebrows were furrowed in concern. His voice was very calming, I suppose, as you broke down in his arms a few seconds later.

”Whats wrong? Did it happen again?” Charlie asked sweetly, resting his head on your shoulder as he rubbed your back slowly. You couldn't find your words and looked utterly pathetic when your mouth opened and closed without words coming out. He caressed your face gently and pulled you closer by your waist before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “It’s okay. Just breathe.” 

Once he was sure you were fast asleep in bed, Slime starts heading up to his room quietly.

Waking up late on a Saturday wasn’t horrible, but it was still pretty much 2:00 and you had missed the whole morning. You decided to grab some food from the frid- Uhm. Change of plans.

”CHARLESSSS!” you shout his name and drag out the “S,” grinning widely as you heard him run down the stairs. “Yeah- what happened?” he panted, shuffling behind the counter island while awkwardly smiling. “Want anything from McDonalds? Im gonna head out to grab food and maybe stop by the store to buy some clothes.” He shrugged and nodded his head, turning on his heel to grab a water from the fridge. “Text me what you want, Mr. Cicle.” You cackled loudly, grabbing your keys and running out the door while he yelled something you couldn't quite catch. 

Pulling into the parking lot of McDonalds, you open your phone to TikTok before his name pops up in your notifications and you click on his message.

                 💚Goopy guy💚                        ”can u get me a happy meal”

                          “dude no, youre not    getting just a happy meal. please eat more than that. ill bring you a spicy mc chicken and fries, and youre gonna eat it. ill bring ice cream too.”

”…”

You sighed and turned off your phone, entering the restaurant to order.

Your phone rings mid order, its Charlie.

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“Come home! Please!” Charlies voice rang through the phone loudly, but you were too focused on ordering that you payed no mind to him. “Hello? Are you there? i burned my-” 

“Hold on, Charlie.”

You began to speak into the phone after placing your order. 

“Okay, whats up? Sorry i was ordering.” You heard him let out a shaky exhale before he said, “ Can you hurry home? I burned my thigh pretty badly..” He sounded… ashamed? You suck at reading the room clearly and before you could think, you laughed and said “Miss me already? You could've just said so!”

”Y/N.”

Oh damn. He sounded frustrated now, and you nervously chuckled before letting your laughter halt. “Uh.. Alright. Sorry. Ill be there soon..”

You almost forgot his ice cream you stupid bastard 🙁

”Charles!” you called out, running upstairs with like… hundreds of bags to your room that was containing a very disheveled Mr.Cicle. “Hi. I brought your food. And ice cream.” you grinned, stepping closer to him and dropping the bags on the bed to wrap your arms around his waist. His broad shoulders trembled under you as he whimpered in pain. Sure, he was in a state of agony and very upset, but you couldnt help but feel your face flush at the soft mewl. He was your best friend, it wasn't weird to feel kinda attracted to him, right? it wasn’t a friends with benefits kinda thing, right? Maybe you dreamt about him, but you were just his best friend, right?

”It burns, really bad.” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you responded with a soft hum against his neck. Where was this burn though? You didnt quite remember where he said it was until you shifted slightly and he yelped loudly. 

you pulled yourself back and watched his face contort in pain, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His breathing was heavy and his body was shaking, but he tried to exhale deeply and calm himself. “Please, it hurts…” he whispered and reached over to grip your hand tightly, “I know, Charlie.” Your hands fumbled to gently pull his shorts up his thigh and you lowered yourself down to kneel between his legs.

(Im too lazy to write the part where youre cleaning up his wound and wrapping it up because i FEEL like it would take long… you can comment eventually and im sure ill have no problem with doing it later😭) 

“Your icecream is melting.”

He laughed softly as you licked your fingers free of the sticky mess and took the cone from your hand. His fingers lingered on yours for a second…

”I think im gonna hop on a call right now, thank you for helping me.” he bashfully smiled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he looked away. “Oh, of course! How did you even burn yourself though?” you raised an eyebrow when he buried his face in his free hand, his ears earning a soft pink on the tips, taking that as an embarrassing conversation for later.

“Anyways, I’ll be back, i’m gonna go pick up some of my old things from my parents house. Need anything before i go?”

”No.. No, im okay.”

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timeskip? maybe? … Nah. haha jk.

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gay in the next chapter i swear. (im like a cockblock even though we havent gotten to that point😔)

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The drive to your parents home was decently long, hence the reason you moved in with Charlie. He lived close to a job you really wanted, since they had recently moved to his area of the town. You cant really remember when you met him but Tommy and Wilbur were the ones who probably had something to do with the relationship. You calmly prepare for the long drive ahead of you… when Charlie knocks on the car window and motions for you to step out. “What happened?” you ask with a small smile before it spreads from ear to ear as he engulfs you into a tight hug. “Do you have to go… now? It’s late..” his breath fanned against your ear and your hands squeezed his hips slightly before you pulled away and began to speak slowly, “Yes, Charlie. I need my things for work on Tuesday. You could always come with me.. But ill be back in about six hours.” He nibbled on his bottom lip as he considered his options and nodded his head hesitantly. 

“Ill go.”

Your car ride playlist was interesting, but he seemed to like and know most of the songs that played… Since he was the one to choose the playlist.

Slimey’s + ChungusLife’s Spotify Blend💚🖤

The playlist showcased many songs like: 

Ivy - Frank Ocean

Violent Crimes - Kanye West

505 - Arctic Monkeys

Bound 2 - Kanye West

Daddy issues - The Neighbourhood

Wet dreams - J. Cole

Pride - Kendrick Lamar

No Role Models - J. Cole

She - Tyler, The Creator / Frank Ocean

Heartbeat - Childish Gambino

nuts - lil peep

We dont fight - The montaines

Helicopter - The montaines

Tomorrow morning- The montaines

Too much - The montaines

Work it out - The montaines

The montaines - The montaines

Dramamine - The montaines

Is this How its supposed to be - The montaines

Fruit punch (live) - The montaines

Normal People - The Montaines

Ride - Twenty One Pilots

I cant Handle Change - Roar

And countless LoveJoy songs.

You peek over at him in the mirror, both of you erupting into a laughing fit when his pack of cookies exploded onto his lap

”MY COOKIES!” 

(🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪 heres cookies for uu guys… 🥛🥛🥛and milk for those who like it!)

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Outside your parents house (2 hoursish later)

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Should you grab his hand? Its not weird if hes your best friend, right? Its only to comfort him, right? He seems so nervous, im sure he wouldnt mind, right?
‘Fuck it.’
Your hand slips into his jacket pocket, fingers wrapping around his in the loose and warm space. It was pretty cold outside and his face was already flushed pink, but the contact made the blood rush to his face and paint his cheeks a deep red.

“Ready to head inside?” you asked softly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze and earning a small nod.

Hes not the most social… Its understandable why he's so nervous. He wasn't opposed to meeting anyone new but the feeling he received was draining, to be fair.

“Y/N! Hi sweetie! We’ve missed you.” Your mother welcomed you warmly, your father smiled and tipped his head in your direction before they both noticed Charlie standing behind you (he was trying to hide but then cursed himself internally when he remembered he was taller😭)

“Who is this?”
Your mother was looking at you in confusion before turning back to him and shaking his other hand slowly.
“Ma, this is Charlie. My roomate.”
“Ah! Hi darling!” she smiled brightly at that, hugging him as well. “Hey, son.” Your father shook his hand after, his intimidating expression dissipating into thin air once he was sure that there wasnt any tension in the room..
Or, atleast, thats what he thought.