SHES GOT MY BACK, SHE’LL FOLLOW ME DOWN EVERY STREET
NO MATTER WHAT MY CRIME
D1 athlete x nerd 😊
The door slams shut, a flurry of shoes and bags being kicked off and curse words. It’s so loud and noisy that Charlie has to look up from his stream, his chat partially worried someone had broken into his house.
“Just one minute everyone” he speaks softly slowly getting up and leaving the room, instead of a masked criminal although she’s got the temper of one it’s his girlfriend, “hi, I’m streaming- what’s going on?” His expression worried looking at her crack her neck and shoulders.
“Terrible practice. I’m captain and no one is listening! It’s like I swear- talking to a brick wall and I’m graduating in six months. I’m getting us to nationals but with this team. I am doubtful it now” she tosses her hands in the air with a frustrated sigh, “you’re live go back. I just need to shower and change and sleep”
Charlie kisses her forehead and rubs her arm softly, “do you wanna come join? We could play some games?” He suggests. Although she shakes her head she softly extends a maybe
“Maybe” she reaches out to kiss him softly, “go, I’ll come in later”
Charlie walks back into his office and sits, “sorry everyone. Girlfriend’s home, not getting broken into” He frowns smugly- his fanbase had known about the girlfriend although mentioned briefly and in passing most had forgotten about it.
Few had even started teasing saying he must have invaders in his home but yet, the shower starts to run. Audibly, and then. A woman enters in view of the camera. She’s in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants that drag against the floor, “hello girlfriend” he looks over his shoulder and she smiles leaning over the chair to kiss him softly
“Hi boyfriend, whatcha playing?” She asks, allowing her hair to sweep in front of her face. Charlie begins to grin; a wide beaming smile as she pulls a chair up to him and sits.
She’s partially in view, her legs over his lap and her knees up to her chest, “I am playing.. well I was doing a spooky game but I’m feeling more Minecraft now..”
She hums softly, holding her phone in her hand as she looks over to the monitor, “hii chat, how is everyone?” She gently slides the mic over to be heard by the masses
“Chat should we do a girlfriend Q&A?” Charlie asks, sticking his head over, “the masses say yes..”
She grins softly and nods, “I’m open to questions. Could be fun. Scoot over” she pushes Charlie softly to be more in frame.
“What’s the label on your hoodie? It’s my college soccer team I’m an athlete there and I graduate very soon!” She cheers softly, “I’m a midfielder”
“I can’t believe you all like her more than me” Charlie frowns, big and pouty as he tries to move back into frame of the camera even if he is building some form of red stone machine in Minecraft
“I’m cooler” she grins only to be met with a soft kiss, “next question”
This time Charlie reads it, “how long have you two been together” the girls looks over to him. Pushing her hair behind her ears.
“You should answer this one”
“A year and a half!”
“ERR!!” She shouts out, “one year and five months! Not a half”
He gasps loudly, “I’m right! It’s an estimate do I have to be exact on the time?” Charlie questions and she shakes her head and he sighs dramatically and goes back to typing away in a command block
“I like to mess with him” she grins kissing his cheek, “where am I from, I’m from Kansas- Lawrence to be exact” she specifies itching the side of her neck, “did I get offers anywhere, yeah I got some from University of Kansas, Montana and even UCLA but I chose where I’m going now mostly for the academics of their bioscience program”
“Are you both nerds” Charlie ponders this, “she’s like a science nerd and I’m a video game loser”
“You’re not a loser! You’re too cute to be a loser” she rubs his arm, “how’d we meet? Oh at the bookstore I work at. He wanted an exclusive copy of a book and I was working and it’s been history ever since!”
Charlie smiles and kisses her once again, “I may or may not have been stalking the bookstore but I’ll never reveal” the sarcasm is apparent but the pair still laugh
“Ok stream, girlfriend has to leave and get some sleep” she removes her legs from his lap and gently caresses his shoulder as she leaves
Charlie looks back and grins, “she’s the best, and she’s right. Goodbye everyone!”
And just like that the steam is over and Charlie is up from his chair and over to the bedroom.
His girlfriend is already tucked under the covers, sweats off and hoodie still on- she rolls slightly to look at him, “I didn’t mean for you to end it- I just wanted to sleep”
“And miss out on prime cuddle time with my girlfriend? Yeah I choose you” he pulls the covers and slides under; wrapping his arms around her and cheekily sliding a hand underneath the hoodie and shirt
“I can’t wait to graduate” she murmurs softly as he spoons her, “and then med school”
Charline whines softly, “and I’ll never ever see you again” kissing the back of her neck and rubbing her stomach with his thumb
She didn’t respond, simply gone soft and breathing even, “good night sweetheart” he whispers before closing his own eyes.
hi friends! due to the new wave of writers and my interest stretching across so many fandoms that seem to intertwine, i decided to make a discord server for the general youtube x reader community that i follow! (18+ please, no minors.)
at the moment, all of the channels are for youtubers that i enjoy that overlap with a lot of my moots, but more can be added if requested! :)
i thought it would be a fun place for us to all gather and share our works or ask for help or get to know each other!
edit: it's come to my attention that people may be too shy to ask for the invite link so i'm just gonna link it. join the discord today! :)
charlie + Heliotrope - the determination to do anything for their loved one
full and complete credit to rev, who came up with this entire idea and was kind enough for me to use it. ( @honeyedlavendar )
tw: cursing, mention of “my girl”
“And I said pomegranate? I hardly knew her!”
A voice from across the room: “This guy sucks!”
Another voice follows- “That doesn’t even make sense, Charlie.”
He doesn’t care. a large smile stays on his face, content. they’re filming a series of videos for their show, on video three of the day and well, Charlie can feel the lack of sleep. After a long day, all he can think of his the long drive home in just a few days, crawling into bed next to you, you fast asleep already.
He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, takes it out and it’s a picture of the two of you, faces squished together and bright red (yours is always red around Charlie, his red because of sun burn), his lips pressed against your cheek.
“Hey,” The way his voice changes, drops and gets lower, sweeter, tells them all they need to know, “Let’s take five.”
Tommy huffs, rolls his eyes: “Because of your girl calling?! Charlie-“
Wilbur’s arm goes around Tommy, pulling him off in a different direction and a wave that clearly says take all the time you need.
Charlie’s been told his voice changes around you. he doesn’t believe this, but is told it’s lower, softer around the edges and crumbly and while he thinks it’s bullshit, he’s hyper aware of it as he answers.
“Hi, honey.”
Your voice comes through immediately: “Charlie!” as if it could be anyone else, “I’m not bothering you, am I? You got a second?”
He knows you too well to brush over the obvious-the cracking voice, how hoarse it is, how you’re stopping every other word to sniffle.
“What’s going on?” his voice is still soft, “Are you sick?”
and for a second, you want to be your normal self, a little shit and say nothing gets past you-but he sounds so genuinely concerned, so little on the phone that you can’t do that
“Nah,” and then because lying to him seems like a cardinal sin, your voice is lower, “Well, I’m fine. Really. I’m calling to see how filming is going-“
“You sound horrible.”
Finally, a snort out of you.
“Charming, Charlie.” you say instead, “Cheers.”
He sighs, “That’s not what i meant. I’m worried about you.”
his voice drops at the last part, can’t let anyone see him being so soft, so gentle around the edges.
“I’m fine,” and he knows you’re rolling your eyes, “It’s just a cold. I’ll be fine by the time you get home. Two more sleeps, yeah?”
He grips onto his phone harder. this is wrong. he can’t stay. even if it’s a cold that’s going to pass-
“Sure,” He’s already making plans in his head, “Yeah. Two sleeps, honey.”
The conversation continues for a few minutes before he hangs up, some quick lie about filming starting back up in a minute, before a quick i love you, a goodbye.
By the time his phone is in his back pocket, he has the plan.
Phil is the voice of reason, the louder voice over everyone, a: “of course you should go, we’re almost done here anyways.”
it’s a lie, but good enough for now as he throws everything in the car and begins the trek to you.
it’s a long drive, even with speeding. by the time he gets to the house at the end of the street, the lamppost is on and stars hang in the sky above his head. he leaves the luggage in the car, a problem for later tonight or even tomorrow he just needs to see you-make everything better however he can.
he hesitates with knocking for a second. you two have lived together for two years now but after such a long time not being in their, he feels like an intruder.
He holds onto the plastic bag tighter, the little plastic container of soup he picked up from a restaurant hours ago until it leaves an indent in his hand, opens the door and kicks his shoes off.
the lights are still on in the house. you always say you never sleep good without him by you, your always passing time, dragging your feet to bed-without being curled into him, nightmares creep and throw themselves on the wall and he’s not their for them to be at bay anyways-
the television tells him where you are. and true to it, you’re on the couch, hand half off the couch, remote fallen on the floor, you kicked the blanket off of you and you’re in one of his old shirts, face twisted up like a bad dream is on the horizon, the tip of your nose is bright red and raw.
He sets the plastic bag on the table, full of tissues and half finished cups of tea, kneels on the floor next to you, a gentle shake.
“Honey,” the smile is evident on his face as the tip of his fingers draws shapes onto the sleeve of his old shirt to wake you up, “wake up.”
your eyes flick open and for a second, you think it’s a dream. takes you a second as you gasp, sit up-bur once his chin is in your hands and the pad of your thumbs trace over his face, his freckles and marks that line his face.
“Charlie,” you say finally, “Why are you here?! You still have two days left-“
and you sound just as horrible as he figured, know he made the right decision.
“Shh,” his hand is on the side of your face, “Gonna take care of you. Go upstairs, gonna make you some soup.”
“Charlie-“
“Fine,” he laughs, “it’s not homemade but-“
“Charlie, you idiot,” and you’re laughing even when it turns into a coughing fit, “That’s not the problem-“
“There’s no problem,” he nods instead, “All is good. Upstairs, cmon. Gonna have you feeling better in no time.”
and you’re hesitating before he takes your hand, the blanket off the floor and tangled his fingers into yours, leading you up the stairs to the bedroom.
Poly!Chuckle Sandwich (Ted Nivison, Charlie Slimesicle, and JSchlatt) x Gender Neutral!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warning: Mentions of period, mentions of dysphoria (ftm and mtf)
Author's note: Hey hey happy pride! To fuel my trans masc queer heart, I am writing some gender-neutral poly stuff. I love all the chuckle sammy boys equally and think that all three of them deserve love.
-Mod Kenma
First and foremost, the three of them are idiots
It's a little overwhelming to be surrounded by three individuals who feed off of one another
Especially when Schlatt and Charlie do that monkey bullshit randomly
But you manage
Mornings with them:
Perfect tm
Charlie runs hot while Schlatt runs cold so it's perfect to be in the middle with Ted
It's like a sandwich (haha) where Charlie and Schlatt are on the outside and you and Ted are on the inside
Ted and Charlie are the early risers and usually have coffee ready by the time Schlatt wakes up
If you're also an early riser, you wake up with the two of them and make breakfast
If you sleep in, Ted and Charlie will wake up both of you and help you two out of bed to get breakfast
Most mornings are rather domestic with the four of you eating breakfast together then getting ready
Then the four of you respectively shower (there is not enough room for the four of you in one shower sadly), do your skincare routine, then do whatever is planned for the day
While the boys do whatever YouTube stuff they do, you're busy with school/work
They totally bug you when you're working
Like you can be working on your computer and you can bet your bottom dollar one of them will come up to you and just lean on you
Charlie is the one who reminds everyone to eat so when lunch arrives, the four of you eat together (same goes for dinner)
You are in videos occasionally
For example, you were in Ted's "What Liquid Works Best In Cereal"
You helped choose out liquids and stopped Schlatt and Ted from getting even worse liquids than the ones they picked
You also hugged Schlatt after he failed to drink the thick water (and you played with his hair and helped him when he physically felt ill)
You also gave Ted some head pats when he felt like throwing up too
Fans love you when you randomly appear in the background of Chuckle Sandwich
Like you'll be in the background giving Ted some water then you'll appear in the background of Schlatt and Charlie also giving them water
You've been in some of Schlatt's videos too
In his Jambo video, you were in some of the clips he used, petting the cat or playing with him
Well to be fair Ted and Charlie were in that video too but you get the point
Charlie videos are more chaotic but fun nonetheless
You helped him with his excavation video by doing it with him
You also had an outfit too but yours actually fit
While Charlie was being chaotic and breaking shit, you were doing the work and digging out the crystals
On days where nobody is working (recording, streaming, editing), the four of you have a lazy day
One of you pick a movie and cuddle up on the couch
These days are also take out days where someone orders fast food and the rest of you eat
These days are the best, you get to wear one of Schlatt's hoodies, Charlie's sweats, and a pair of fussy socks you stole from Ted when you first spent the night at his house
Most nights are the same as mornings and just as domestic
The four of you shower, do skincare and get comfy
For those who get periods: have no fear, your boyfriends are here!
If you even show slight discomfort, one of the three will help you
Need a heating pad? Schlatt already has it and is plugging it in for you
No appetite? Ted has water ready for you and something small to nibble on
Bleed through in public? Charlie has some clean clothes in the trunk of the car for you
They know that they can't understand 100% what you're going through but will try to help no matter
For those who struggle with dysphoria: your boyfriends are your own personal cheerleaders!
Not feeling masc enough? They're letting you borrow some of their clothes and make sure those around you four treat you with masc intentions
Not feeling fem enough? They'll take you shopping so you can pick out whatever frilly dresses you want or cute tops. They'll even let you shop for them too
Even though Schlatt is rougher than the three and seems kind of mean at times, he does try really hard to show how much he loves and appreciates you
Ted (or as you nicknamed him Teddy) is the dad of the group but he does it because he loves the three of you with his whole heart and wants to make sure you're safe
Charlie is like a puppy, he's full of constant energy online but is curious and loving offline. He'll hold the three of you in his lanky arms and treasure you for the rest of his life
Summery: The CSP as : Philosophy Professor Ted, Asshole Math Prof. Schlatt, and Chemistry Prof. Charlie. The Chuckle Sandwich boys have rotted my entire nervous system :))
Genre: suggested/mild smut + fluff
Warnings: cursing
Pronouns: none!/gender neutral!
Note: included in headcanon — cc!slimecicle, cc!ted nivison, c!jschlatt/president schlatt - suggested smut is only for Ted + Schlatt, Charlie's is all fluff. (this is a repost since the cut can't be expanded on mobile due to the deletion of my previous blog)
the 18+ Chuckle Headcanons can be found here!
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟.𝐓𝐞𝐝 -
- Always in his standard button downs tucked into his khaki pants and regularly wears his wire-frame glasses. He has a habit of pushing them up from the middle with his pointer and middle fingers, the same ones that end up stuffed into your mouth when he needs you to be quiet because you can’t stop crying after your third orgasm of the night. He’s a very neutral teacher, doesn’t treat you any differently during lectures. Through trial and error you’ve learned that his poker face is extremely sturdy. Whether it’s a quick text describing your last encounters or a revealing photo, he’ll glance briefly at his phone and the most you’ll get out of him is a small twitch of the brow or a slight pause in his sentence before turning the ringer off. But don’t mistake that as getting away with anything. Just because he’s a soft dom doesn’t mean he’s not a stern one, and you'll definitely be reaping the punishments later that night.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟.𝐂!𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭 -
- Openly could give less of a fuck and brings his poorly concealed flask to class. He’s easily the worst teacher you have that semester. The rest of the class just assumes he hates you. Haven’t turned in the homework? Expect to be called on for half the answers. Get an answer right, get called a smart ass. Get an answer wrong, Prof.Schlatt doesn’t hesitate to laugh and call you dumb either passively or directly. “Someone obviously didn’t take notes last class. If the math is that hard, at least make it harder to be a fucking idiot-“. Unfortunately, that’s his thing. He’s big on public humiliation and even bigger on dumbification. It’d piss you off more if he didn’t spend the time meant for grading fucking you stupid instead. Even in all his asshole glory, it’s hard to be mad when he’s slowly grinding slow circles directly into your sweetest spot and you're drooling around his fingers all over someone’s formula proof paper.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟.𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 -
- Sweetest man in the building. Always in his sweater vests and glasses. You are quite obviously his favorite and definitely a Teacher’s Pet™. You get called on for most if not all class demonstrations and get regular compliments on your work as if you weren’t in his office getting his help with it. And hey, he's a science man, so at-home science experiments aren't uncommon, so you have a small slime collection because for some reason he can't get over how many different types there are-
charlie rocks back and fourth on his heels, cranes his neck in a desolate parking lot and checks his watch for the fourth time.
He’s early. this is normal-and you had just texted that you had left, a thirty minute drive for you, but still-he’s nervous naturally.
he’s had his handful of bad dates before-probably more bad than good-
and you seem great so far; can keep a conversation going, a good sense of humor but fuck he’s thought that before about others too.
A tiny car he can’t place the name of pulls into the parking lot, a heavy bass comes out of it and he bites the inside of his lip to keep from smiling.
He recognizes your profile immediately, even through tinted windows and the half blurry photos from your dating profile.
He gives you a second to get out of the car, not to seem to eager or anything like that-and his phone vibrates in his hand
you’re slowly getting out of your car, your hands shaking as you type out a text to him:
hey charlie! it’s-
no no-you backspace-that seems too excited for it-
“Hey stranger!”
You jump at the sound of the voice you’ve only known from phone calls lately.
“so,” he has to physically stop himself from his teeth chattering, all nerves, “Have you played before?”
you blow air out of your lips:
“define play.”
he laughs: “i’ll take it-“
“I mean like,” you’re talking over him, so nervous, “Like, with the people i went to high school with. But like, it was super casual-“
he’s nodding, holding the door for you as you walk in and you wait in the threshold for him, his hand on the small of your back as he leads you in.
The bar is empty, just you two as you both slide into chairs next to one another, and immediately he's talking. it's more rambling, about his knowledge (or lack thereof) of IPA's, and alcohol in general and "Fuck, I'm gonna freeze and just point, i know it'"
Time moves fast, and before you know it, you're sliding into a chair next to Charlie, knees knocking together. Plans were last second; you hold a character sheet on a dimming phone as you crane your neck to check Charlie's out.
He was kind the entire time, his knees knocking into yours as he's over your shoulder, pointing and offering characters ("No, like. A Monk with religious guilt is a good idea-" or "No, I think if your bard played a flute badly that would arguably make it funnier.")
The game continues and his hand hovers over yours, slowly handing you dice, asking for you to shake it before he rolls it-at first you think it's a bad pick-up line, but when he rolls his second one of the game well-you have to help him when you can.
Charlie sighs dramatically and you expect the worst, something along the lines of: this is the worst date i’ve ever been on or it’s embarrassing how this was your idea of a first date-
instead, he leans back in his seat, the front of the chairs leave the floor, are airborne when he speaks: "You'll have to throw me."
If it wasn't for the smirk, it would be hard to place he's kidding by the straight face.
"I'm sorry," You're laughing, shaking your head, "I what?"
He shakes his head, sighing, but the smirk remains: "Throw me. You're going to have to chuck me at the monster."
"Oh," You're nodding, "I see, you have a death wish."
And finally he's laughing and it's nice- high pitched and loud, but it rips through him, the corner of his eyes squinting as he's clearly happy-it's nice, you find yourself wanting to make him laugh again,
"Look," he's ticking reasons off his fingers, "I'm small, right?"
"I-"
"And!" The second figure comes up, his other hand covers over your finger with a smirk before he can overthink it, "I can land on his head and poke his eyes out.."
He pauses, shrugs and waves his hand in the air, "Or something. Whatever."
And you're laughing again, his hand still on yours, neither of you making the move to move one another's-
"Or whatever," You laugh, "Charlie, you have a death wish."
He laughs, holding his hands in the air, "Alright, I have a second character made, you caught me."
"You're serious," You're speaking low like it's a secret, your face close enough to him you can smell the liquor on his breath, see the beauty marks that liter and line his face-physically stopping yourself from reaching out and tracing the constellation on his face, "You want me to?"
He leans in: "It would be my honor."
His hand laces into yours under the table, and he's side eyeing you, like he isn't sure this is alright, this is a good first move, but when you're hand squeezes his back, he settles back in with a content look.
Charlie resists the urge to grab either side of your face, pull you close when you successfully chuck him on top of the undead monster, instead pumping his fist in the air-the game pauses there, members needing to leave, needing drink refills, it slowly gets quiet.
"Well," He sighs looking at you, "Who would've thought the big bad guy would be attracted to fire instead of afraid of it?"
He's teasing, and you're laughing easily.
Your hand is still tangled in his, the pad of his thumb slowly draws circles around your hand, easy looping around again and again, some comfortable movement he does as he listens to you talk.
"I had fun," he says gently, "This might be the best first date I've ever been on."
"Well," You're smiling widely, "you're easy to impress."
"Maybe," he shrugs, "Maybe we could do this again?"
The pad of his thumb is calloused as it runs over the top of your hand and you're thinking how you could get use to this:
