BRUH HIS EAR IS BLEEDING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I think that I am actually being converted, oh the Charlie slimecicle Tumblr pipeline ✋😔

cock warming charlie while hes editing and he tells you to get up because he needs to use the bathroom but you dont let him so he just. yknow. muehehahehaheuhahahehha

-totally not red definitely absolutely 100 percent not red yeah not me i mean red not red at all its not red im not red uhhmm anyways pisses everywhere

everyone say yippee for piss porn! i can't call this baby's first piss porn but it is baby's first charlie piss porn. so. wrote this in like an hour because the prompt went crazyyyyy thank you definitely not red. cw for like. the lightest dubcon. otherwise u know what ur getting urself into

the rules of liquid and containers don't apply when the container is horny

You were roused from your half asleep state as Charlie groaned, his head knocking against the desk several times. "Babe. Holy fucking shit. I can't do this right now. I literally can't."

"Can you take a break?" You stretched your arms over your head, groaning quietly.

He sighed, slipping his head from his desk into his hands, groaning. "Noooooo. I have to stick to my stupid fucking upload schedule,"

"You made the upload schedule yourself right? Can't you just change the schedule?"

"This is my two million subscriber special, I have to put it out on time,"

"Can I help you? Is there anything I can do for you?" Charlie's eyes glinted slightly as they met yours.

"There is… uh… something you could do for me?" He gestured to his lap, cheeks flushing red. Charlie loved when you sat on his lap.

You smiled at him, sliding off the bed across the room and padding over to him, before slipping a leg over the chair, straddling his lap. You curled into his chest, burying your face in his neck. Your arms twined around his neck, and you cuddled into him. "Love you so much, baby,"

"Love you too, babe," he hummed into your ear. Soon enough, the clicking and occasional typing lulled you back into a drowsy, floaty space. Eventually, you felt his hips stirring beneath you, once, twice, three times.

"Char?" Your voice was thick with sleep.

"Sorry baby… ah…fuck," His hips snapped up against you, and you felt his hard cock graze against your clit.

"Ah!" You ground back down against him. When you were all hazy and tired like this, it was so much easier for him to turn you on, and he took advantage of it often. Especially on nights like these.

"Please? " He begged you, voice high and reedy. You untangled your fingers from around his neck, sliding your hands down his chest. He pressed a kiss into your forehead as your hands made his way to his waistband. Slipping down his boxers was easy, since he never wore anything else around the apartment when it was just the two of you.

He shifted his hips to help you pull them down, which only halfway helped. Making room for you to slip down his boxers was great, sure, but the fact that he basically rolled his hips into you as you were consistently getting more soaked? Not optimal. You fell into his chest after, a choked moan echoing in the small room. He let out a breathy laugh. "Sorry, darling,"

You groaned lightly, tapping the side of your fist against his collarbone like you were beating on him, before settling back into the warmth of your boy. "Wanna go back to sleep, honey?" His voice was silky smooth, wrapping into your already tired consciousness. You nodded slowly. Moving felt sticky now. He laughed again, just a tiny exhale against you. "Okay hun, lift your hips real quick," You made a confused noise, but complied easily. His hands immediately shot to your ass, helping lift you slightly. If he copped a feel while he did it, fingers massaging into your ass while gently spreading it open, it was something you could ignore.

What you couldn't ignore, though, was when the head of his cock pressed up against your hole. "Nnngh?" You were too tired to even form words at this point.

"Shhh, love," he began to press into you. "It's all going to be okay. Just let me… uhhh, ah!!… get inside and you can go back to sleep, yeah?" At your next sleepy nod, he pushed in further, slipping in with ease. "Fuck, you're wet. Sure you don't want me to just fuck you?" You giggled, shifting to get comfy, and he yelped before sighing down at you. A gentle slap landed on your ass as he settled back in. "Tease,"

It wasn't too often you cockwarmed Charlie. It had basically become a last resort for him when video editing was going awfully, and he used the privilege of it sparingly. It was important to him you knew he wasn't just using you as a sex toy, not that you really would have minded. But Charlie loved and cared about you enough that you let him get flushed and nervous about it every time he asked, reassured him through it that you loved him. Which was why today was so unique. As much as you wanted to be there for him, your exhausted mind just couldn't stay up this time. The warmth of his skin through his shirt felt like it seeped into your bones, and your fingers slowly stopped tracing patterns on his back and shoulders, and you slipped into the rest of your nap from earlier.

You awoke to uncomfortable shifting and the bounce of a leg, not enough to move the cock inside you, but enough to shake you. It wouldn't have mattered if he was moving anyways. Charlie had gone soft in the time it took him to edit the video. Your eyes fluttered open as you took in all the sensations flooding you as you made your way out from dreamland. "Mmmmmm," was all you could manage.

His eyes flicked down. "Oh! Hi baby," He seemed distracted and uncomfortable, and you immediately tried to rectify it with a kiss to his jawline. He relaxed a tiny fraction, but it didn't seem to be enough.

"You finish editing, Char?"

"Almost baby. But uh… I have to go,"

"Go where?" The confusion overtook you, bringing with it a light panic at the thought of moving from where you were. You were far too comfortable to move, and still so, so sleepy.

"Oh, no baby it's okay!" His hands rushed to your sides, petting gently. "I just mean to the bathroom,"

Oh. Okay. Well, that was better than whatever you were imagining. But still, you just felt so nice…

"No," You wrapped your arms back around his neck.

"Sweetheart, what do you mean no?" His voice held a stressed lilt.

"Too comfy," You wiggled your hips, settling in again.

Charlie groaned at the pressure you were now putting on his bladder. "Baby. I really gotta go,"

"Ten more minutes?" you pleaded.

"Baby, I'm not gonna make it ten minutes. I'm not gonna make it ten… ah! fuck!!…"

And that's when you felt it, a spurt of boiling hot liquid splashing inside of you. Oh shit.

"Sorry! Fuck I'm so sorry I'm so so sorry," Charlie groaned out. You felt every muscle in his body tense, and he leaned over you. It didn't stop though. In fact, it only seemed to make it worse. Piss flowed into you, feeling like Charlie was cumming, filling you up, but it didn't stop. You felt yourself filling up further and further, stomach starting to gently distend with the sheer amount. Fuck… how long had be been holding it? You found yourself not particularly…disliking the experience.

Soon, of course, you reached full. But that didn't mean that Charlie was done. Absolutely not. His stuttered apologies turned into gasps and groans, his hands digging into where they lay at your sides. It seemed like he was still trying to push out apologies, to push you off almost, although that wouldn't have helped anyone here. You pushed back into him. And that's when you felt something else.

The piss dripped out of you, running first directly onto Charlie's lap where you were sitting, soaking into his boxers. You were sitting in what was basically a puddle of Charlie's piss. The thin, flimsy fabric though, could only keep up for so long. The puddle grew underneath you, liquid pushing up against you. Piss ran over your clit, over your ass, over every sensitive spot between, and you couldn't help but moan at the sensation. You couldn't contain it any longer. It spilled out between the two of you, and you could hear it fucking dripping onto Charlie's desk mat below you. The sound made you clench, which only, obviously, squeezed out more piss.

Lost in the feelings, and Charlie's whimpered half apologies fading into the background, you lifted your hips, the result exactly what you were looking for. The piss inside you flowed out faster, and the drops on the mat turned into splashes. You felt the blood drain out of your head with excitement, cunt pounding with your pulse, clenching around Charlie's still soft cock. Settling back down, you tried to pull yourself together, chest heaving. It was hard, trying to calm yourself while looking down at the man under you. He was bright red and panting, piss having crept its way from your pussy to his shirt, staining the hem of it dark.

"Baby?" he called. Your hands played with the wet hem, unable to meet his eyes. "Baby, I'm so fucking sorry," His cock twitched in you. Fucking caught. You met his eyes.

"I don't think you are,"

Charlie somehow blushed redder, stammering out disjointed sentences while you felt him getting harder inside you. You took a huge chance and covered his mouth, dragging the edge of his shirt into your own. You closed your lips over the fabric and sucked, the unmistakable flavor of Charlie flooding your mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his cock basically sprang to life inside you. Best chance you ever took.

Ripping the shirt out and twisting it in your hand to pull him in, you took your hand off his mouth. Your gazes met again as he choked off a moan. "Charlie,"

"Yeah?"

"If you don't fuck me right now, I'll kill you,"

So real, so so real

Honestly Haz I have no fucking idea what kinks you may have (I don't have an idea for like almost all of you so uhm yeah 👍)

okay well thank you for updating me at least

Bo I love you *says with a suspiciously "heaven knows I'm miserable now" by quesabo-corner shaped item in mouth*

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now

TedSchlatt (Murder Duo) Platonic or romantic depends on how you want to see it <3 (I wanted to try something clean for once). Inspired by the Smiths ^^ I can't format things sorry >-<

It had been hours of just him. Staring. Staring at the blue light tinted screen. He hadn’t even taken a shower. When he woke up, the clock read 2PM. Now it was 5. So, 3 hours. 3 hours of staring at unrealistic bodies and situations acted out through taboo media. Just him, the screen, and his air pods. Connor hadn’t come in to check on him, he was probably streaming. Not Schlatt. He didn’t have the energy to stream. All his energy was wasted in tissues littered around his bed and his sore right arm. All he did was scroll and click at whatever seemed interesting. It was a virtuous cycle. One started during lockdown. What happened to him? He used to be 150, fit, clean shaven, actually happy with himself. Now he was pushing 200, stretch marks tapered across his thighs and hips, oily hair down to his neck, and the worst he’s ever felt in his life. His spiral, however, was interrupted by an incoming call. Ted. Dang it. What would he even think of him? In bed for three hours just wasting away? Might as well answer. He knew Ted would just ring again and again till someone picked up the phone. “Hey! Schlatt! Are you up?” His voice was cheery. So far from Schlatt’s demeanor. He groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Yeah, yeah I’m up…” “You don’t sound good. You sick or something?” Good, now he was pressing. The last thing he needed was for Ted to figure out he hadn’t left his room. “I’m good. Just… Tired,” he paused, taking in a deep breath, though, the air was stale, no crisp or cool to be found. Just old Texas air. “Well, me and Eddy are heading through Texas today, and I was wondering if you wanted to eat something, join us for a meal. You haven’t been out much, right? Connor said you’ve been kinda down lately.” Fresh… Well, not fresh, but a hot meal that to his knowledge wasn’t from a Marie Calendar’s box made his jaw twinge with hunger. The idea alone was seductive to his sun-deprived body. “Don’t tell me its at Rainforest Café,” he let out a somewhat forced laugh, but it was low enough for the strain to be unnoticed. “Well…” Ted chuckled. He could just hear the smile. “What time?” “In an hour or so. I know its last minute, sorry, but it just hit me that you were in the area.” He sounded almost ashamed, but he wasn’t one to take anything personally, not with Ted, at least. Dang. As much as Schlatt wanted to continue melding into his mattress, to sink farther into the pit he had dug for himself, he couldn’t. For once, he’d be able to see his friend, and go out and get… Well, it was 5, so moonlight. Fresh air to suffice. Something to bring his decaying body back to life. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there,” his voice was raspy, dehydrated. He realized he hadn’t had anything to drink except a day old cup of red which had been emptied out hours ago. “Sweet. You think Connor can come?”

“I’ll ask…” Schlatt was hesitant to leave the room, especially if Connor happened to be streaming. He and Connor shared an audience, that he knew, so for the viewers to see him, or the husk of himself, was not the most appealing. “Let me get ready, though.” “It’s 5:23, you aren’t up?” Ted laughed, but it hid true concern. “Can’t a guy sleep in?” He rebutted. “Schlatt, be honest. When did you get up?” “2… Ish… I don’t remember.” “What the hell have you been doing for the past 3 hours?” “You don’t wanna know.” That wasn’t a lie. Not for the bit, or the comedic effect. He was too tired to do any of those. That was a true statement. He’d rather put a bullet through his skull than admit to Ted what he had been doing in his cave of a room for an extended period. It was silent on the other end of the line, just for a moment. “If you need to talk, I’m here, man. Just don’t let… Whatever your dealing with mess you up.” It was short, to the point. The metaphorical door of talking was not opened but cracked. Enough to allow a glimpse of himself to be shown but conceded if need be. “Yeah, thanks, man. Let me get in the shower, and I’ll ask, okay? It’ll be quick.” “Yeah, talk to you in a minute.” Ted was the one to hang up. Schlatt sat up with a whine. His back ached from lying in the same position for too long. His head spun with the sudden blood rush. “God…” He groaned. His attempt to stand up was unsteady, his knees buckling backwards, causing him to cuss out of sheer surprise. He got his balance and slid on some boxers, that way if Connor wasn’t streaming, he wasn’t privy to his bare body. He grabbed a tee and some jeans. No way in hell was Ted or Eddy going to see what his body had shaped into. He made his was to his bathroom. Luckily, their house was so big that you could go days without seeing anyone. Sometimes, it led to that mental decline, sometimes, it meant he could get inebriated with no consequences. The shower was inviting to his weary frame. The hot water drenched his hair as soon as he stepped in. “I really needed this…” He muttered to himself. After his shower and getting himself ready, which took 10 minutes tops, he made his way to Connor’s office. He heard some talking, so he just entered. Most likely, he would have his headphones on, so knocking would be futile. Connor swiveled around in his chair, seeing Schlatt in his stream. “Hey, what’s up?” He clicked the mute button, slipping off his headset. “Ted is heading through here later… Well, in an hour, and wanted to know if you wanted to join for dinner.” “Man… I would, but I’m in an event, sorry dude. Tell him I say hi, though.” Real blunt, huh. Schlatt nodded, leaving Connor to finish up whatever he was doing in the first place. He went back to his room. It was an absolute dumpster fire of a living space. Before he got to cleaning, he whipped out his phone.

Schlatt: Connor can’t make it. Sorry. I’ll be going tho. What time? Ted: :( Man. Alright. Around 40 mins. Schlatt: Sounds good. See u then

Luckily he was already dressed and clean, but it was the state that he was living in that now bothered him. His first action was opening the windows. Instead of warm sunshine greeting the walls of the room, it was a soft sunset. He took a moment to just… Look. It was gorgeous, the way it dipped beneath the houses that lined the street. The Texas sun coated the sky in a hazy pink and orange, the clouds similar to cotton candy at the state fair. It was one of the few things he enjoyed about this state, besides the open carry, guns, and video opportunities. Sure, Texas couldn’t hold a candle to the nature of his home state, but it had its silver linings, the sunsets and sunrises being one of them. I got to get cleaning; he thought to himself.

His cleaning spree, rapid and much needed, was cut short by a vibrating in his back pocket.

Ted: Hey we’re here figured you wanted to ride with us Schlatt: Be out in a few

He dropped the vacuum he had dragged out and slipped on some tennis shoes. Just something to walk in, since he was going to a boardwalk. He walked outside, greeted by the honking of Ted’s rather dingy truck. His window was rolled down. “Get in the back, we’re going to eat!” Ted laughed. Schlatt obeyed, having to run to Eddy’s side as luggage was piled up behind Ted. “Hey Ted, Eddy.” Schlatt gave a curt nod to the other man sitting in front of him. He returned the gesture with a smile, albeit rather hidden from his mustache. “Buckle up, Schlatt,” Ted reminded. “Oh, yeah.” He did as he was told, making small talk the whole time. ‘How was the ride?’ ‘Liking Texas so far?’ It was all very meaningless. Just to keep the action moving. It was around a 20-25 minute ride until they got there. All three men hopped out of the car, which groaned at the loss of weight. “Dude, you gotta get your suspension checked.” “She don’t need a thing,” Ted smirked, patting the car before leading them to the entrance. Eddy opened the first set of doors, and Schlatt opened the second. ‘Why have two doors’ was something Schlatt always asked himself when going to chain restaurants like this. Immediately, he felt out of place. It was three 20 something white men in a Rainforest Café. They weren’t the usual target audience. Except Ted. This was Ted’s ballpark, his magnum opus. He mused the decorations, ones he had seen before, but the magic still lingered for him. Eddy was impartial to the 30 minute intervals of thunderstorms, to which they walked in on one pretty much on que. “Jesus, could it be literally any louder?” Schlatt grumbled. “It was blaring in our ears once. We got sat next to the elephant animatronics one time. Now we request to be seated away,” Eddy playfully rolled his eyes with a shrug. Clearly, the experience wasn’t foreign. To Schlatt, despite the rather loud atmosphere and bright colors, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the birthday parties, not even exclusively at a Rainforest Café. Like, the ones from 2nd grade where he’d go to Chuck-e-Cheese or Dave and Busters where he’d just eat chicken tenders and run around with his friends. Just for a moment, his mind wasn’t running through video ideas, porn clips, or general anxiety. For just a split second, he was 9 again running around space, pointing at the massive animatronics with his friends while his mother yelled at him to get back by her side and to not embarrass her in front of the other parents. For a moment, he was chewing misshapen pizza with animatronic creatures singing in the background, truly content with his life, even at the time it was just mediocre pizza on a Saturday. He felt his eyes sting, just for a second. Normally, he wasn’t emotional, but for some reason, his apathy was softened by the rather simple scene. It was just a restaurant, a family entertainment center. He couldn’t truly place why he was getting misty-eyed at massive animal animatronics and slightly better-than-average food, but he was. Maybe it was pureness of it all, maybe the fact his friends cared enough to drag him out here. It wasn’t truly clear. “Dude, you alright?” Ted’s voice cut through his nostalgia trip. He blinked a bit. “Yeah, just takes me back.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Me too,” Ted smiled before having a server lead them to a table. Schlatt glanced over the menu that he was handed. “They have alcohol here?” He was a bit surprised, but there needed to be something for fathers in their 40’s with a failing marriage to order at a ‘family outing.’ That’s at least the reason Schlatt put behind the rather out of place menu section. “Yeah, its okay. I recommend this one,” Eddy pointed at a rather toxically blue drink. It probably had fifty different sweeteners in it, all synthetic, but Schlatt shrugged. Might as well.

“Alright, thanks.”

Food came, and it was better than expected. The safari fries had a creole seasoning to them, the flavors mellow and savory. His burger wasn’t half bad either. The cheese melted across the patty and the lettuce was fresh. The drink wasn’t awful as he thought it’d be. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it was strong. He could handle it though; he had drunk his way through 2020, so a tolerance for the drinks had been built up. “This is actually really good,” Schlatt noted. “Did you think we were gonna take you somewhere with crap food?” Ted joked. “Well, you’ve said how it can be bad!” Schlatt raised his hands in mock surrender. “Now, c’mon, you know us better then that.” Ted grinned. “Yeah, yeah…” Schlatt shook his head with a smile, slipping out his wallet. “No, you aren’t paying for jack-” Ted began, but it was too late. The server had approached their table, receipt in hand. Ted tried to yank his arm down, but Schlatt reached out his hand, craning the card towards the waiter, who took it, impartial to the internal conflicts the table were undergoing. Eddy just laughed and filmed, shaking his head. “You… You…” Ted seethed, glaring at the other man. “I have too much money, I don’t even know what to do with it.” “We have a sponsor! They literally offered to pay for the meals… Oh my god…” Ted groaned, head in hands. “Well, keep the sponsor money, I don’t care,” Schlatt shot him a satisfied smirk. Eddy blinked. “So…” “Yeah…”

“We owe you, Schlatt, like… I dunno, a cameo or something.” Eddy glanced over to Ted, who nodded in agreement. “You owe me nothing, just taking me out was enough.” “It was on your dime!” Ted exclaimed. “You drove me, though.” “It was a 20 minute drive!” Eddy butted in, fake aggravated as well. “Well, sucks to suck,” Schlatt leaned into the back of his chair, hands behind his head, stretching his upper back. The waiter approached once more. “Your card, sir.” They smiled. Schlatt took the card, careful not to seem hasty. “Thank you,” he responded. “Wanna go to the pier?” Ted suggested. The boardwalk was right outside, so no driving was necessary. It wasn’t particularly hot outside either.

“Sure,” Schlatt shrugged.

The moon swayed in the reflection of the water. It was larger than he remembered it being, but then again, he hadn’t stepped outside in a couple days. The windchill was low, so no jacket needed. They just walked and talked, catching up on their lives. It was few and far between when they had time to just chat about things other than YouTube and videos. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be back,” Eddy didn’t interrupt, but he did warn, waving as he jogged to off to the public restrooms. It was just Ted and Schlatt, the latter running his fingers across the wooden barrier. He was careful not to get a splinter, but reckless enough to do it in the first place. Ted slowed his walk, Schlatt mirroring the action. They turned to the water. Ted leaned on the barrier, turning to his friend. “You okay, man?” Schlatt was slightly taken aback. “Uh, yeah, why?” “You just haven’t seemed okay lately. I wasn’t gonna bring it up in front of Eddy, but I just wanted to know.” Ted’s hand seemed like it moved towards his own, but it stopped. “I…” Schlatt couldn’t really explain what he was going through. Not just because he was in public. No, he’s talked about more obscene things with friends in bar more times than he could count. But this was different. “You don’t have to share; I just want to know if you’re okay.” Ted’s voice was soft and low. Soothing to him. “I’ve just been really struggling with some stuff.” He kept it vague. Not like he needed to know what he was doing under the sheets. “Well, if you ever just need to take your mind off whatever’s up in your head, just give me a call. I’m up to talk anytime, okay?” His smile was sweet, genuine. “Thanks, man.” Schlatt felt a tear run down his cheek. Ted chose not to point it out but instead open his arms. Schlatt accepted, giving his friend a squeeze. He tucked his head into his friend’s shoulder. Ted rubbed circles into his back. It was soothing. Calming. The people around them seemed to just melt away. Just the two of them by the moonlit water. It lasted only a few moments, a little under a minute, but it was well needed. “Of course,” Ted murmured before Schlatt broke the hug, wiping his damp eyes. They stared at each other, just for a second, before they heard approaching footsteps. Eddy. “Hey, sorry, there was a bit of a line,” he explained. “You’re good.” Schlatt tried to hide the wavering in his voice. “So, I heard there’s an ice cream joint down on the end of the pier if you guys want to go get some,” Eddy suggested. “Sure. If you want to, Schlatt,” as if a second thought, Ted turned to Schlatt.

Schlatt hummed with a nod, gaze softening at the sight of his friend.

By the time they got to the ice cream place, the lines that would have normally been there on a Saturday night had dissipated. “Crap, they’re only open for like 10 more minutes,” Eddy bolted towards the door, Schlatt and Ted in tow. Once in line, it didn’t take long for everyone to order. “One chocolate in a bowl,” Schlatt said. “Strawberry in a waffle cone for me,” Ted added. “Just a vanilla in a sugar cone,” Eddy finished. Ted and Schlatt turned to the other. “Sugar cone?” They said in almost unison.

“Oh, f off.” Eddy rolled his eyes.

They all sat on the wooden pier, leaning against the rails. Schlatt was savoring his, Ted was just a slow eater, but Eddy had pretty much finished his aside from a few remaining bites of the sugar cone. “What the hell do you guys have against the sugar cone?” Eddy frowned at the two, using a napkin they were handed to clean off his mustache. “It’s in the name, Ed. Sugar. It’s sweets on top of sweets. Just enjoy the ice cream with a crunchy superior cone. Sugar cones have the consistency of Styrofoam,” Ted explained, taking a bite of his waffle cone for demonstration. “Well, hold on Ted, sugar on sugar is the point of ice cream!” Schlatt interjected. “What is the point of ice cream without a good cone?” “You have a cup!” Ted jabbed his finger to point at the truth, that yes, his ice cream was in a cup. “It was the cheapest option!” Schlatt defended himself. “You are a millionaire and you cheap out on a CONE?” Eddy burst out laughing. “Wha- hey! Nonono, it was on your card, I don’t go ordering just anything!” Schlatt’s face was red, maybe from mock anger or just plain embarrassment. “We have a sponsor! We told you this! It’s fine!” Ted was getting riled up at the sheer absurdity of Schlatt’s rather backwards logic. “Oh my god…” Schlatt groaned, stuffing his mouth with more ice cream to avoid the conversation. “Jesus,” Eddy breathed. “Waffle cones are best,” Ted finished off his ice cream. “Agreed,” Schlatt nodded.

“Well wait-”

After ice cream, dinner, and some more walking, Ted and Eddy drove Schlatt home. His home loomed in front of them, Schlatt still in the car which was parked in his driveway. Schlatt stepped out and began his walk up to the door but paused when he heard another door shut. “Schlatt.” He turned around, Ted jogging up the path. “What’s up?” His hands were deep in his pockets. “I just wanted to give you a good hug. I won’t see you for a while, so,” Ted’s face was a bit red, but Schlatt disregarded it. “Yeah, of course,” Schlatt opened his arms, Ted accepting the silent invitation. Ted wrapped him in a hug, not loose or weak, but firm. “Know that I care about you, dude. A lot,” Ted murmured. It was quiet, even if no one else was around. Meant for Schlatt and Schlatt alone. “I love you too, man,” Schlatt reciprocated. He couldn’t remember the last time he said “I love you” to another person. But he meant it. Ted broke the hug, rather reluctantly. As much as he wanted to stay there with his friend, he knew that he needed to get back on the road. Eddy was still waiting in the car, probably confused.

“I’ll be seeing you around. Podcast filming tomorrow, right?” Ted asked. “Yeah.” “Try and get out of bed early, okay?” He teased. “Screw you, man.” “Love you too,” Ted responded, giving him a smile before turning to his car. The words lingered for a moment in Schlatt’s mind as he waved goodbye. He didn’t enter his house till the truck was out of sight. But when he did return to his room, now clean, he felt calm for once. He opened his phone.

Schlatt: Thanks for a great night. Good luck on the road, get some rest He got a response immediately. Ted: Thanks! You too :)

He stared at the text for a bit longer than one should, but when he put down the phone, the lights shut off, he acknowledged that he felt better stepping outside. Hanging out with friends. Not holed up. He grabbed his phone again. He set an alarm for 10AM. Earliest he’s probably gotten up in a while. He placed the phone back down. Good. He smiled to himself before settling in and eventually falling asleep, feeling better than he had in months.

Yessss, obviously, he's just a little glob of joy and happiness and care 😣😣

Guys pls repost with some freaky Charlie hcs I need motivation to work on my fics but I have a headache

😳😳😳🤯🤯🤯

Can't wait for more!!! I'm so excited already 🔥🔥🔥

The Snake, The Rose, and The Sword- Chapter One

So, I should preface. This story will be told in a weird third person type of way. She/her pronouns will be used for the reader and I might just honestly give her a name, but how she looks and sounds to you is up to you.. Idk how well this would write if i used the reader as ‘you’ and left it ambiguous as this story has a real in depth plot. I hope this is okay and you can still enjoy the story! I'm sorry if this upsets anyone! As always I'm looking for feedback!! Enjoy!

//she/her pronouns used, reader is called the rose instead of y/n, so yeah. sorry.. afab reader!

Chapter One: 'As The Prophecy Foretold'

Prince Charlie had been in the overworld for six months. He didn't exactly like the overworld, but he didnt love it either. He was on the search for the Rose, a mortal girl who had unmistakable power. Charlie was in a bar at a nightclub with his girlfriend, who he is almost.. 99.9% sure is her. It would be lucky, but he needed more time to decide if it was her. His current goal was to see if she had any display of anything closely related to the supernatural world. If she did, great, and if she didn't, he’d have to go looking in more places for the chosen one. His girlfriend was sitting quietly. He was surprised that she was silent, as it was her idea to go here, and try something new. “Baby, you okay?” Charlie asked. His vampire instincts told him something was on her mind. “I'm fine, just, freaked out.” she said, her eyes meeting his gaze. “Why’s that?” he asked, coming closer to her, looking around, using his heightened senses to see if anything around them was amiss. “That guy, over there, he’s looking at me like I'm a meal.” she whispered, obviously freaked out. Charlie immediately saw who she was talking about. A man much larger than him, who was staring at her, like she was a possession. “Let's go.” Charlie said, protectively, getting a sense that he wasn't from the overworld. Charlie made sure to hold the small of her back, noticing that the man was following them. After leaving, the loud music of the club came to an eerie silence. “Let’s go back to yours,” Charlie said, holding her close. 

Even if she wasn't the red rose, he still wanted to make sure she was safe.. It was important for him to protect and guide.. Even when it came to the mortals. 

“Hey, you” the man had followed them outside. “Hey man, leave her alone.” Charlie said, stepping in front of her. He pulled up his sleeve, to reveal a crown tattoo and a sword running down the middle of it. He was trying to get the man to leave, as he knew he came from his realm. “You think that scares me?” the man asked, revealing his snake tattoo, wrapped around a crown. Charlie knew all too well what that meant… “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” Charlie said, getting ready to fight this way. “What’s going on?” his girlfriend asked, a scared look on her face. Using your name, he replied. “Stay back, just a rival I have..” The tall man approached Charlie quickly, swinging a punch, and Charlie dodged it.. Barely.

“Give me the girl, and no one gets hurt.” the man said to Charlie as they fought. “No can do, buddy, go find someone else to pick on. You both know my father won't be happy if you scratch me up.” Charlie said, and getting caught off guard, he took a punch to the face. “Charlie!” his girlfriend yelled out, rushing to him. “Cmere, pretty girl” the burly man said, reaching for her. She dodged his first swipe, and started running, knowing Charlie would be fine, if the man's main goal was getting to her. “Leave me alone!” She shouted, running for her life. When she got to the end of the alley, she realized it came to a dead end… as she braced for impact, she realized the only thing she could do..  her power.. that she had managed to keep hidden from the public eye. Charlie watched helplessly from the ground, knowing there was much he could do without revealing himself as a vampire. All of a sudden, he heard a crackling in the air.. A red, stunning explosion threw the man back into the air, his head hitting the ground with a crack. The light faded.. And she passed out, her head also hitting the ground.

Charlie snapped out of his senses, and ran over to her, healing her wounds, using an ancient enchantment that he was taught by the healers at a young age. He watched as it healed itself, and she slowly woke up.

“Baby, are you okay?” charlie asked, his own heart racing alongside hers. Her pulse was loud, speaking to him. “P-please dont report me to the fbi-” she said, coughing. He laughed, glad to see she was okay. “I won't, but that was extraordinary, we have a lot to talk about.” he said, smiling. He had found the chosen one, his rose. The burly man fled the scene.. ….. present day, the kingdom of shadows. “Sir!” said the man who had the snake tattoo. He looked up at the throne, a silver haired, tall man in a red blouse and black pants. He was sprawled all over his throne, a black and red crown on his head, with a snake symbol in the middle. He adjusted his glasses. “What.” he said plainly, not even looking over at one of his spies. “Your brother Charlie, found the Rose.” The silver haired prince shifted around slowly, to look at his servant. “Oh? And you didn't bring her back to me?” the silver haired prince stood up, his fangs showing. “No my lord, your brother and the rose got away before I could fight back the rose. She-” The prince stared at his servant with searing eyes. The servant spy knew.. Nothing good ever happened when you got searing eyes. “There are NO EXCUSES.” the prince shouted, grabbing his staff from its pedestal. The staff was black, with red roots twisting up and down the intricate wood. It had a glowing, red and dark mystical gem at the top, that moved and swirled, with a hypnotizing aura to it. “I know my lord, I apologize sincerely. She was too powerful, I didn't even have time to summon up the darkness.” the servant spy said, starting to back away, slowly. “And what did this power look like..?” the prince asked, almost mockingly. “Like a red explosion of light! It was like nothing I had ever seen.” the servant said, not daring to make eye contact with the shadow prince. “Oh really? And what did this mortal girl look like?” the prince asked, starting to channel the energy he would need.. To test this spy. “She was like nothing I had ever seen.. Beautiful, really” the spy said. “SILENCE.” The prince tapped his staff harshly to the floor. “You do NOT speak of my beloved rose in that sense. She is MINE to call beautiful” the prince said. His silver hair sparkled against the candles and red lighting of his throne room, an evil aura of the silver from his hair, surrounding him. The servant shook in his stance, everyone was afraid of the young prince. The immense power he had over anyone and everything he put his mind to. “I apologize my lord” The servant bowed his head. 

“Kneel.” the prince said, through his gritted sharp fangs. The servant shakily fell onto his knees on the ground, praying to whatever existed beyond this life that this prince would show him mercy. He looked up at the prince, and his eyes were met with cold, dark, merciless eyes that lay in the prince's sockets. “You did not meet my expectations, and do you remember what happens.. When they are not met!?” the prince asked, his voice dripping of mockery, frustration and disappointment. “A fate worse than death, sir” the servant said, knowing his fate was upon him. “Exactly. You are guilty of failure to hand the red rose over to me, AND to speak of her beauty?” he fake questioned, looking for any sense of remorse in his servants eyes. “You must deserve a fate worse than death, my friend. You don't deserve to live in this world in the presence of the red rose. Your eyes will never lay on the uniting of realms.” With that, the prince summoned up the shadows of darkness, his own dark power surging through his arms. His tattoos moved by themselves, passing along the power to his ceptor. He pointed it at his neck, a boatload of snakes manifesting out of dark magic. The snakes climbed all over the spy, biting a burning venom into his skin. The screams from the servant rang out in the vast throne room. He laughed as he walked back to his throne, letting his snakes do their job. He eyed another one of his close assistants. “You!” He called them over. “Go get me a glass of wine. My usual red. Wonderfulthings are happening here.. And put your best men on the red rose. I need her here, by my side.” The assistant nodded. “Right away, sir” They eyed the servant spy, his body twitching from the poisons of the snakes. The assistant left, right away, leaving the room. The silver haired prince tapped his ceptor twice, the snakes slithering back up into the red and dark gem on the top. “Oh my little rose, how I've waited for this day.” … 

Present day, the overworld Charlie found a more secluded area to talk to the Rose in. That was her name, or what she would be called when they got to his home realm. “Listen, this is going to sound completely wild, and I totally understand if you don't believe me, but hear me out.” “Okay, I'm listening,” the rose said, grabbing her boyfriend's hand. “I come from a long, infinite line of powerful vampires,” he said, pausing to look at her. “You're messing with me,” she laughed. Charlie frowned, knowing she wouldn't take it seriously. He felt his fangs in his mouth. “No, I'm not, look.” Charlie showed her his fangs, how sharp they were. She stared at him, ready to laugh. “Those are just veneers, charlie” “You want more proof?” he said, standing up. “Yeah, who wouldn't” she said, still not believing him. “I can read your mind, I can teleport from place to place.” he shrugged. “But if you don't believe me..” he said, teasingly. She watched as he disappeared and reappeared behind her, kissing her neck. “See?” he smirked, whispering in her ear. She turned around to face him. “I see,” she agreed. “I'm not the only one in the world with some weird ability,” she said, looking up at her boyfriend. She wasn't surprised that he was telling the truth, but she was more surprised to see that two people with extraordinary ability naturally found each other. “In my world” he started, circling back around to the bench they were sitting on… “A prophecy was foretold.. That a mortal girl would unite the supernatural realm, and the overworld. A long time ago, way before you or I ever existed, our worlds were one. Tragedy struck, and the two worlds closed off from one another. When they were together, it was a world of harmony, riches.. Happiness.. And an ancient witch, shortly after that, told my young father that you would come to pass, to unite us once more.” he finished, taking her hands in his. “There’s no doubt in my mind that it's you.” he said, letting her take it all in. “That would explain.. A lot..” she said, looking down at their connected hands. 

“I know, it's insane. I’ve been searching forever for you.” he said, tears coming to his eyes. “My red rose” he said, reaching a hand to cup her cheek. She smiled, looking at her boyfriend. “But, all happiness aside, my father, King Aldric, he turned into a shell of a person.. We used to be immortal, and most royalty are.. But as time went on, things changed, and evolved. His soul moves on to something greater, but.. I'm still here.” he explained, letting her face go. She nodded, trying to comfort him, realizing he had lost his father. “In order to take the throne to the fullest extent, we need to do it with someone we love.” he said, grabbing her hand once more. “And we need to do it soon.. Before” He paused, squeezing her hand.. “My brother, Nate, finds you.”

teehee.. so this is my first go at writing like this, so I'm open to feedback. I used to be good at writing full length stuff, and because of covid that slipped away. so, im taking a stab at re-honing my skills. work with me here!!

Tess you're as silly as you're freaky which is a LOT /lh

CHAT THE HEALTHCARE ROBOT CHARLIE FIC IS DONE!!! WHO CHEERED!!!!!

I’LL POST IT AFTER I DRAW MY VISION FOR HIM 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

Are you up to anything rn??

omg guys where tf are you, come back 😭

please i’m so boredddd

Didn't work out BUT I won't give up and I will try different methods over time. Last night I used the raven method and if y'all have any tips then please please PLEASE let me know 🥰🥰

Will try shifting for the first time in ages and I'll tell y'all how it went in the morning!! (EST core) 😈😈

I like them raw or roasted but bacon sounds hella good tho (idk I'm biased bc I love raw bacon) (yes I am insane) 😊😊

so i’m writing something and i was gonna ask if anyone knew if schlatt has mentioned if he has a favorite flavor of sunflower seeds, but before that i went and rewatched his baseball vlog and mf bought bacon. bacon flavored seeds.

Both first and third option ❗❗❗

teehee