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a little birdy (tumblr) told me you were taking requests 👁

charlie, our beloved, date night thoughts? im thinkin reader in his clothes, watching a movie or show, popcorn and his gas station eggs, falling asleep on the couch after hours of cuddling, yknow the vibe

started giggling and kicking my feet the moment i received this ask >//< also first post hi!!! hi!!! HI!!!

❛ hcs ; nights in with charlie <3 ༉‧₊˚✧

“hey angel,” the very millisecond you walk through the door; “was work alright?”

busying himself around you as he fine tunes the house for you - taking your coat, your bag, your shoes, your hand, guiding you to the bedroom, visibly proud of himself as he displays his freshest, comfiest clothes laid out on the bed, all ready for you.

sights set entirely on you while you strip away the remnants of your day, revelling in the content hums you release with every layer you remove, dutifully taking the cast-away clothes and placing them in the hamper for you.

listening ears ON while you deliver the latest work gossip, absolutely living for the newest updates

having to take a moment when you finally turn back to him, your hands resting on your hips as he marvels at you, swimming in an old merch shirt and his sweats, which you’ve had to roll the waistband of.

“there is no way you find this attractive,” you laugh out, watching him approach, hands first, coming straight for your waist. he laughs back, bubbling chuckles flush against your skin as he presses delicate kisses up and down your neck, “it is insanely attractive,” he moves up to your forehead, littering them around the rest of your face.

and you best believe you’re getting carried around. one arm hooked under your knees, the other threaded around your back and back up under your arm, hand firm against the side of your chest as you travel through the house as one.

looping strands of the hair on the nape of his neck around your fingers as he does, grinning as his eyes flutter at the sensation.

squealing when your back hits the cushions of the couch, playfully kicking your legs as he traps them between his knees, suspending himself on the palms of his hands, forearms caging your head.

this impromptu playfight continues for a good few minutes, lazy swings and hazy laughter until you’ve both managed to completely tire yourselves out, and you’ve ended up on top of him in the conflict.

he keeps a tight hold around your body, arms encircling you as your heavy breathing pulls the two of you in and pushes you out in tandem, exasperated giggles escaping your lips every few seconds.

“shitty movie?” he asks, running his open hand up and down your back. “shitty movie,” you confirm, nodding your head resting in the crook of his neck.

countless studio logos playing as he pads off to the kitchen, the tell-tale scent of popcorn drifting through the open door while the movie’s glaringly obvious exposition drones on and on.

opposite ends of the couch when he returns, legs entangled, the comically large bowl of said popcorn seated between them, the occasional hands brushing whenever you reach over.

spending the rest of the night heckling stitled acting and wilted writing, scoffing about how ‘we could’ve done so much better’

giggling as you gain numerous new inside jokes from awful line delivery and utterly incomprehensible plot holes

crawling back over to him as the evening chill sets in, and neither of you can be bothered to utilise the actual air conditioning, especially when you’ve got eachother.

fingers interlaced, held against your chests as they’re pressed against one another.

“i like this,” he mumbles, nose buried in your ruffled hair, lips moving against your scalp. ”i like you.” “whaaat?” “shut up,” you grumble, despite your smile.

eventually dozing off, you going first, lulled by his soft, rhythmic breathing. he watches your snoozing form with the fondest of smiles, head racing with the usual ‘how did i ever manage this?’ queries.

he still doesn’t get how he bagged you - but he’s sure as shit not complaining!!

“g’night, angel,” he murmurs, a soft squeeze of your clasped hands as he switches the tv off and joins you in sleep.