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liliannadelaphinehartifelt · 2 months

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OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT-

A oneshot where the rest of the hazbin crew finding out that Alastor already owned Reader's soul?! Fluff btw!

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"Some overlord owns your soul?? Who?!"

Reader: "hahaha.. I wonder who.."

Husk: "you don't wanna know."

Alastor sipping his tea on the other side of the room (obviously listening in)

Alastor - [ HIDDEN HEARTSTRINGS ]

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[ SFW ] + [ FLUFF ] [ SLIGHT LANGUAGE WARNING ]

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The Hotel was abuzz with life; Charlie rushed around checking in with everyone as they worked on various tasks, and said occupants tried their best to focus amid her constant scurrying.

The Princess of Hell had decided a Grand Opening event would benefit the Hotel.

You didn’t think it was half a bad idea, recently a resident of the newly improved establishment yourself and a sinner with a rare knack for helping others. The promise of redemption did seem silly to you, but the idea was fresh, and you desired to see if it was possible before completely disregarding the Princess’s dream.

You gave a helping hand whenever asked, smiled as kind as ever, and had a genuine nature subtly, inviting the others closer into your friendly aura.

Angel referred to you often as the “sweetest doll in the shop,” poking fun at your generous endeavors, but truly a fan of your presence nonetheless. Vaggie came to you for advice often, needing a calmer voice of reason when Charlie’s overbearing tendencies became too much for her, and you’d give your time graciously. Husk and Niffty, you knew all too well before you arrived at the Hotel, generally comfortable in their company and able to enjoy a drink with them occasionally.

Everyone cherished you in one way or another, which showed significantly in their approach to you.

Angel, as vulgar as he was, tended not to tease you as often as the others. Though there were times he couldn’t resist a good jab at your modesty, amused by how quickly you blushed while attempting to stutter out an equally snarky remark.

The two of you were at it now, taunting one another while giving a once over of the hotel's new advertisement flyers, but your focus was nowhere near the polished posters as you tried to retort Angel's last statement. He’d made another comment about your avoidance of the hotel's resident facilities manager.

Alastor…

The mere sound of his name made you skittish and visibly flustered, and Angel took notice of said reactions very quickly. “You sleepin’ around with him, aren’t ya toots?…” He snickered as you froze up, ears fluttering down as your eyes widened in his direction, “N-no!? Angel…you shouldn’t say things like that!” You puffed your cheeks out, the tip of your ears turning bright red as the spider demon cackled across from you, “Hah! You aren’t denying it either, doll face, so now I know it’s true!..”

“No, it’s not Angel!…” you grumbled childishly, glancing around the room apprehensively as if the overload would emerge from the shadows at any moment, and he very well could…

However, Alastor remained hidden, shadow lingering on an armchair in the dimmest corner of the room, and his attention fully fixed on your exchange with the raunchy spider as it progressed.

The deer demon was intrigued by the interaction, mildly curious about how you’d handle Angels prying, and quietly prideful of his effect on you.

“You can’t fool me toots. I see how you look at ‘em’ when he’s in a room. He breathes, and you’re a mess! It’s actually kinda cute how much you like him!” You glared at Angel, ears standing straight as you seethed at him, “I. Don’t. Like. Him…”

He clicked his tongue, leaning forward with a coy smirk, “Really? So it’s just a coincidence you get all nervous around him but do everything he says without question?… “ Angel was unfazed by the quiet growl you responded with, “That doesn’t mean I fancy him-“

“Okay, so how else would you explain it then?” Angel sat back, arms folding over his chest and torso as he peered at you expectantly.

By this point, Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk were listening to the rift between you two. Although, Husk lost notable interest when he realized the subject of discussion while the others subconsciously chimed in without warning.

“He’s right, though..” Vaggie stared at you intensely, trying to piece together clues you swore weren’t there, to begin with, and Charlie soon joined her in the friendly interrogation. “Did you know Alastor before you came here or something? You do act a little off when he’s around…”

For the love of Satan!

Why couldn’t they just let it go?!?

You huffed and hung your head, agitated with so much attention being thrown onto you and becoming uncomfortable under pressure.

The matter of your soul belonging to Alastor was a subject you weren’t fond of breaching for several reasons.

1. Everyone would want to know why and how the arrangement occurred.

2. You were afraid they’d look at you differently, as less than worthy of being treated as a friend or reduced to being Alastor’s property and nothing else…

In reality, you meant much more to the overload than that, but no sinner needed to know such a thing, and to an extent, you weren't aware of his affection either.

Alastor preferred it that way.

It gave the overlord a vague thrill to leave you clueless about his infatuation while enjoying the way you couldn’t hide your adoration for him…

He chuckled to himself watching you squirm under the group's collective curiosity, admiring the deep rose color that set into your cheeks as you pouted.

Precious little thing…

The stag’s grin grew as the thought settled in his mind, eyes hooding over as a hum filled his chest, and though the sound was quiet, you still heard it.

He was there.

In the same room.

Waiting and watching…

Fantastic…

A small groan fell from your lips as you lifted your head, gaze shifting around the room to pinpoint where Alastor was, but there was no trace of him…

Or so you thought…

“My, my, you all are a nosy bunch! Leave the poor dear alone …” Alastor appeared behind you, mic in one hand while the other came to rest on your head.

He petted your hair softly, silently comforting your frazzled state, and you welcomed the gesture with a soft sigh.

Angel raised a brow at the sight, gaze shifting from your content expression to Alastor’s satisfied one as he caressed your ears. “See, this is what I was talking about. You act as if he owns you or something-“

Alastor whipped his head in Angel's direction, startling him and the others a bit as he interjected the observation. “That’s because I do own her, my good man. Mind. Body. & Soul…” The air grew thick with static, an uneasy wave of tension drowning the hotel lobby as Alastor glared daggers at everyone.

However, you still sat obediently under his touch without anxiety clouding your demeanor.

Charlie laughed nervously while Vaggie’s eyes widened as the revelation dawned on them both. Angel's mouth fell open, and Husk grumbled before rolling his eyes.

“Thought it was obvious…” the winged feline mumbled to no one in particular, refocusing on organizing the bar's alcohol arrangement as the conversation carried on.

“A-Alastor owns your soul?” Charlie asked, clearly shocked but actively masking it with a light-hearted tone. You nod slowly, choosing not to speak as his claws scratch behind your ears tenderly.

Vaggie shrugged, “Now, it makes sense…”

Angel finally clasped his mouth shut, stifling a laugh as he leaned further back into the parlor's sofa. “So I was right!” He shouted triumphantly, which earned a side glare from you. “Oh, shut up! Just because he owns my soul doesn’t mean I like him…”

Alastor gave you a quizzical look, humming thoughtfully as he processed your words, “Is that so, my dear?… You feel nothing for me at all?…”

Oh….maybe I shouldn’t have said that-!

Your mind raced to find a suitable reply, but all you could manage was a shaky laugh. “W-well, I wouldn’t say…’n-nothing’…”

His smile grew, “Would you like to elaborate on your true feelings for me in private, then?…”

“Sounds kinky…” Angels mumbled cheekily while flashing a closed-eye smirk, but neither Alastor nor you offered the remark a response.

“Wait, where’d they go?!..” The spider demon sat up pin straight as he realized you two were no longer in the room. The only sign left of your disappearance was the lingering tufts of black shadows swirling the spot he’d seen you and Alastor occupying a moment ago.

Vaggie rolled her eyes, turning on her heel to return to the task she’d left undone moments ago, “Not my business…” she sighed.

Charlie followed after her, stuck between confusion and giddiness over the newfound information, “I would’ve never thought Y/n belonged to Alastor. Wait, do you think she can still be redeemed, or are there strings attached…?”

Her rambling continued on as everyone found themselves busy again.

Everyone except you and Alastor…

You found yourself all alone with the owner of your soul, hidden in his infamous Radio Tower with the beginnings of a confession poised to slip from your tongue as he sat you in his lap.

“Now, I believe you were going to tell me exactly how you feel, darling….” Alastor lowered his head, hands resting on your waist to keep you flush against his chest, and your heart nearly flew from your chest as he did.

“You have my full attention, sweetheart.”

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I rewrote this five times….all because of writer's block :( ❤️ someone please send help -I'm hanging on by a thread rn…

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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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Do you have Alastor x drunk flirty Reader?😞

I wanna see how flustered he is omg

As per the poll~

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alcohol, Drunk!Wife, Alastor STRUGGLING to contain his wife's rizz, He's embarrassed but likes it

Description:☝️⬆️

Alastor can handle his liquor pretty well, years of drinking with Mimzy has built up his tolerance to a considerable degree

As his wife, you had some tolerance but not nearly as high as your husband's, Mimzy often teasing you for not being able to keep up with the two of them

It didn't help that once the alcohol was in your system that your drunken mind just wanted your husband and his attention, so it was always painfully obvious when you were drunk

So you tried to limit yourself to a few drinks whenever you went out in order the avoid that outcome

But tonight, it had failed, Angel taking everyone out for drinks and dragging you along with them, your husband forced to tag along

Because he was not going to miss out on time with his wife, hell no, never gonna happen

You did try and keep to your limit, but the fun atmosphere and being surrounded by your friends made you loosen up a bit

Everyone kept buying more drinks and they kept coming your way, your husband started to try to drink some for himself but you had started to whine at him

"Alastor..! That's... my... my... mine..."

He squished your cheeks together to mess up your cute pout, your face flushed and stance a little wobbly

"You, my dear~ Are completely drunk right now...~"

He's a little drunk too but won't admit it

It's all he can do not to gush and coo over how cute you are, he forgot just how adorable you could be when you were drunk

You suddenly surge forward and sit yourself in his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as he struggles to balance the two of you on the barstool

"I'm not drunk~ Just needy for my husband~"

The combination of your low tone and fingers playing with the edges of his collar makes his face heat up, a small bleat escaping him

You lean against him, rubbing your cheek against his shoulder as you reach up to play with the ends of his hair instead, sighing happily

"You really are... just so handsome, you know~"

Alastor grips your hand gently to pull it away, clearing his throat before another embarrassed sound comes out, blushing slightly

"D-Darling... we're in public..!"

But you're not listening to him, your unsteady gaze on his lips and poking his nose happily

"You~ Are~ Just so~ Irresistible~"

He's mortified that your only reaction is to laugh and slap your hands over his cheeks, pulling him in for a long kiss

His ears twitch wildly as he hears the others whooping at the two of you, Angel, Charlie and Niffty being the loudest of the bunch

Alastor hardly gets the chance to catch his breath once you finally pull away, sputtering out nonsense about PDA and married couples

You don't even look ashamed of yourself, humming a song to yourself that he'll later realize was the love song you both dedicated to each other

"Darling, I think it's time for us to go home."

It's all he can do not to immediately give in when you whine and give him puppy eyes, clinging to him tightly once he picks you up

Only to feel flustered when that pathetic look turns into something more sultry and you grip his shirt to tug him closer to your face

"Alastor, you dirty rascal~ You just can't wait to get me home, huh~?"

Your laughter and teasing words make him blush more, having to look up at the ceiling in an effort to hide it

A pleasant chill runs up his spine as he feels your lips kissing along his neck, a hand sneaking under under his jacket

"Darling, please contain yourself..!"

"You never let me spoil you..! Come on, Alastor~ Let me treat you right~"

Another bleat escapes him as he quickly carries you out of the bar, only then realizing you managed to smuggle out a drink

"How in the world did you-"

You give him a sappy smile and press a finger to his lips, cooing at him like he's the one who's being silly

"I wouldn't be your wife if I didn't have ways of surprising you~"

His gaze softens a bit, and he leans down to nuzzle your head gently, savoring the soft sound that escapes your mouth

"You would always be my wife, no matter what..."

His little comment seems to sober you up suddenly, blushing and squeezing him tight the rest of the way back home, something he's grateful for

He would be mortified if anyone knew how easily his wife could fluster him when she really wanted to

He doesn't put you down until you two reach the hotel and even then he keeps an arm wrapped around you to keep you steady

"Alastor..! I can walk by myself, you know..!"

He only hums and kisses your head, not letting you go despite your whines and adorable protests

"I'm well aware, my dear~ Try to think of this as for my benefit~"

It was apparently the right choice of words because you practically purr and glue yourself to his side, putting nearly all you weight on him

"I see~ This is just another excuse to keep me close to you~ You softie~"

Another hot flush of embarrassment flows through him, too flustered to do anything other than accept the kiss you steal from his lips

And because he's a good husband, he helps you get ready for bed, getting you into your pajamas and making sure you drink some water before you lay down

Only to be taken by surprise when you suddenly tug him down on the bed next to you and roll on top of him, nearly tumbling off the bed from the momentum

"Darling! You'll fall!!"

It takes all of his strength and reflexes to grab your hips and haul you back into his lap, panting from the sudden adrenaline rush

You're oblivious to it, only leaning down to rub noses with him, a big smile on your face as you hug him

"Mmn... It's a good thing I have such a strong, powerful overlord husband to catch me, then, isn't it~?"

Maybe it was your flattery, or your adorable drunken nature, or the comfort of your weight settled on top of him, but Alastor suddenly just felt so warm and sleepy

His arms wrap around you, rubbing your back softly as he kisses the side of your head, sighing happily

"My dear, you are just such a treat... especially when you're completely and utterly drunk~"

You're already half asleep, head nestled against his chest and eyes closed, humming the same song as before

"Mn... not drunk..."

He chuckles softly and kisses your head again, nuzzling you before eventually noticing that you've fallen asleep

Alastor won't let go of you the entire night, not even when he himself falls asleep, so you wake up hungover and trapped in his arms

"Ugh... Alastor, let go of me. I think I got drunk last night..."

Your sudden struggle to escape his grip wakes him up, yawning and rolling onto his side yet not letting you go, only holding you tighter

"Mm... I told you so, darling..."

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

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vivwritesfics · 2 months

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Hi, can I please request a gryffindor!Charles dating a slytherin!reader and slytherin!max

I SWEAR I could turn this into a whole ass series

"So, both of your boyfriends play quidditch, but for different teams," said Daniel Ricciardo, an older Hufflepuff. "Who do you support?"

She and Daniel headed to the library. "Oh neither of them," she said. "Well, I guess I support Max, but because we're in the same house, not because he's my boyfriend."

Daniel nodded. "So, say Max was also in Gryffindor, would you support them then?"

"In this hypothetical, am I also in Gryffindor?"

Daniel pulled a book from the shelf. "No, you're still Slytherin."

"Then no, I'd be supporting Slytherin still."

Daniel rolled his eyes. He cracked open his book and waved her off. She disappeared further into the library to complete her charms homework.

Her boyfriends loved quidditch. It was her one competition in their relationship. Max had been put on the Slytherin team in first year, the youngest seeker of the century. It was when the Gryffindor team saw Charles practicing that they recruited him just a year later.

Charles wanted to go pro with quidditch, but, for Max, it was just something fun. He easily could have made a career out of it but, now that they were in their fifth year, and Max was bored of constantly winning.

Quidditch was what they were talking about as they walked into the library, searching for their girlfriend. Charles listened as Max explained to Charles exactly why the Ravenclaw seeker couldn't beat him to the golden snitch. The Chaser nodded along, listening to his boyfriend as he led them through the library, looking for their girlfriend.

Even once they found her, Max was still Maxplaining (it happened so often that she and Charles had a word for it). He sat on the table, still talking away, as Charles pulled out the seat beside her and sat in it. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, kissed her cheek, and turned his attention back to Max.

But she was trying to do her homework. Homework she couldn't do with how much Max was talking. "Max, baby," she said as she sat back in her chair. "I love you, but you need to shut up."

Max sat back, his head hitting the bookshelf behind him. For a second she tried to get back to work, but she couldn't, not with the way Max was pouting.

She snapped her book shut, stood up, and stepped in front of Max. "I'm sorry," she said, leaning against him. "I love your Maxplaining, and I'd love to hear you Maxplain, but when I'm not doing my charms homework."

Instead of responding, Max looked at the parchment beside the shut book. "I can do it," he said, picking up her quill. "Give me five minutes."

"Hey, hey, hey," Charles began, his brows furrowed. "I thought you were doing my charms work."

"Charlie, c'mon," she mumbled, shaking her head. "You can do your own charms work." But, as she said it, her tongue was poking out from between her lips.

Charles surged forward, grabbed a hold of her and pulled her back into his seat with him. "You can shut up," he whispered and quickly pecked her cheek.

Max might have rushed through her homework. He couldn't help it. His partners looked so cute, sitting there watching him. And he couldn't wait to Maxplain at them. They looked at him with hearts in their eyes as he spoke.

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xcherricutie · 2 months

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🌺 drift away 🌺

[Lucifer Morningstar x Reader]

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four]

[Word Count - 1.4k]

[Tags: Angst, songfic (I can't help myself)]

[Notes: My first Hazbin Hotel one shot. Still new to Tumblr, and new to writing one shots, I'm used to writing longer form. Hope this post is up to the standard. It's like, 1 in the morning and I have work tomorrow morning, enjoy. I will hopefully get out a part that's kinda like a prequel, I wanna do Other Friends lol. Obvs inspired by Steven Universe.]

Let’s go in the garden,

You’ll find something waiting,

Right there where you left it,

Lying upside down...

Excitement shot through your system, your feet dragging along the ground as a giggle bubbled from within you. You paused every few seconds as the man before you looked back, a single brow raised at your antics. He took a few steps forward, the sounds of your feet tapping as you followed along filling the air. He sighed, turning around. His eyes, golden sclera and deep red irises, landed on your own, though unfocused. Almost as if looking straight through you.

He’d tried to keep you here, to stop you from following. He knew you were only doing what you were meant to do. You were made for him. An angel born purely to keep Lucifer in check, to keep him happy. You loved being by his side, you loved spending time with him on Earth, in the garden. You thought he loved it too. You thought he loved you.

Taking a deep breath, Lucifer forced a smile for you. His wings softly flapped behind him, lifting him off the ground, raising him to be just above your face level. His finger tapped your nose, his enchanting voice coming through. “Here in the garden, let’s play a game, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Here in the garden, stand very still,” His hands on your shoulders, you looked up at him with a beaming smile, happy to spend time with your love.

“This’ll be so much fun,” Your voice, soft and delicate spoke, earning a smile from him. Your heart fluttered at his smile, his cheeks crinkling slightly as his eyes closed, appearing relaxed. At least to you. But appearances weren’t all what they seemed.

“And then he smiled, that’s what I’m after,” You clenched a fist, pressing it to your chest, trying to calm your fast beating heart. You could feel the eyes of the demon behind you on you, the very demon that came from him. “The smile in his eyes, the sound of his laughter.”

You could see the scene replaying before you all over again. You could even hear the soft chuckle that had once escaped his lips, his hands softly squeezing your shoulders. You knew she could see it too, but you didn’t want to acknowledge the memories that had begun to rush back to you, memories from long ago. Memories you’d wished you could forget.

“Happy to listen, happy to play, happily watching him drift away...”

Lucifer’s grip loosened on your shoulders, his wings flapping as he pulled away, leaving you to your little game. You watched him fly into the bright sky, disappearing in the light of the sun with another. But you didn’t think anything of it, because he loved you. He was playing with you, spending time with you.

The girl behind you could only watch in silence, her throat squeezing closed as she tried to keep her inner turmoil to herself. She knew exactly where she was, exactly where you had taken her. The wilted bushes, the out-of-control bramble, the spiraling roots through the grass. This was the long-abandoned Garden of Eden. This was where it all began. Where Charlie’s father, Lucifer, had started humanity’s spiral into chaos, starting with you.

“Happily waiting, all on my own, under the endless sky...” You glanced up to the stars dotting the night sky. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. You never wanted anyone to see this, you never even wanted to see it again yourself. Yet, here you were, sharing your vulnerability with the person you’d come down to Hell to kill. The princess of Hell herself, and Lucifer’s daughter, Charlie. You had let her in, showing her your memories. “Counting the seconds, standing alone, as thousands of years go by...”

The roots had begun to cling to your still form, your body aching, your wings begging to be spread once more. Your hair, once something you had been proud of, now in shambles, grown out nearly to your feet. Deep bags had sunk into the skin under your eyes, a telling sign of your exhaustion. For how much longer must this game go on, you wondered, but never dared voice it. You were meant to make him happy, right?

“Happily wondering, night after night, is this how it works? Am I doing it right?” Your fists clenched, unable to bear looking at your old self any longer, watching as your sickened form disappeared, turning into speckles of gold in the wind. You stepped forward into the place where you had once showed Charlie your older memories, resuming the familiar stance you had been in for over ten thousand years. “Happy to listen, happy to stay, happily watching him drift away...”

A cool breeze blew through your hair, reminding you of the countless nights you took solace in the feeling, the only thing that reminded you that you were still alive, still conscious. Your eyes met Charlie’s, a faint smile on her face as you spotted the tears welling in her eyes. You turned away with the breeze, taking a step in the opposite direction of Charlie, startling her as she was quick to follow.

“You keep on turning pages, for people who don’t care, people who don’t care about you,”

You walked along the edge of a pond, legs brushing against the soft petals of the flowers surrounding the pond. The breeze pulled along the flowers, a long dead water lily being ripped from the ground. Grasping the weakened petals of the flower in your hand, you turned to Charlie with a soft smile, placing the flower in her blonde hair that felt just the same as his. Just as you pulled your hand away, turning your attention to the water, the flower crumpled in her hair, falling apart.

“And still, it takes you ages, to see that no one’s there, see that no one’s there, see that no one’s there, everyone’s gone on without you...” Your eyes drifted back to the spot you had become a part of for so long. The spot you thought would one day claim you and set you free from the pain that he’d left behind in you. Charlie’s eyes followed, her eyes widening to see more of your memories, more of what her father had caused.

“Finally, something.”

The two seraphims, Sera and Emily, stood before you, fear and sorrow written across their faces. Emily ripped roots that had grown to hold you down tightly off, while Sera ran her fingers through your broken hair, tears streaming down her face.

“Finally, news, about how the story ends.”

Sera rambled on and on about everything you had missed. About how humanity had progressed. About the angels that had replaced you in society. Everybody thought you were dead, at the hands of the Devil. You didn’t understand any of it, not until she explained just what had happened, why you were even standing here, playing this game.

“He isn’t an angel anymore, fallen long ago, leaving you for Lilith, and his brand-new daughter...”

“Isn’t that lovely?”

Tears streamed down Charlie’s face as she watched your younger self burst into tears, sobbing violently into Sera’s chest as she hugged you tightly, muttering useless apologies over and over. You cried and screamed, telling her to stop lying and to bring you to Lucifer, to end this game already. You begged and pleaded, telling her that it wasn’t like that, that he loved you, he asked you to stay and play with him. He couldn’t abandon you. You were his angel, his love.

“Isn’t that cool?”

You ignored the pain that squeezed your heart, watching as your memories faded in those familiar golden glimmers, begging that this would be the final time you’d have to see them. You ignored the hot tears that dripped down your cheeks, your emotions leaking through, escaping the tight hold you’d kept them in for so many years.

“And isn’t that cruel? And aren’t I a fool to have happily listened, happy to stay, happily watching him drift, drift...”

You squeezed a fist to your chest, your heart slowing down finally as you sighed deeply. This was the end. This garden, where everything had begun, would finally see the end of the story. Where you would finally let go of the memories that haunted you for ten thousand years, and move on with your life, putting an end to his little game.

“Drift away...”

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader

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vikkirosko · 2 months

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HI HII! I've seen you write for Adam from HH and I was wondering if it's okay to ask for both platonic and romantic HCs of him with a fem!sinner!reader who works at the Hazbin Hotel? How they met, how the hell did Adam finally end up being able to tolerate a sinner is up to you!

🎸 Adam x sinner fem!Reader headcanons Cutie among sinners ✨️

Adam descended into Hell only once a year, on the day of the extermination. He despised sinners. They were to blame for what they did when they were alive. However, during one of their exterminations, he found you. You were a sinner, one of the many who were in Hell, but something about you seemed sweet to him. You had a sweet face and overall, if you forget that you were a sinner, you were quite pretty. That was the only reason Adam spared you. He was in a good mood and pretended that he didn't notice you, even though it looked to you like he was just ignoring you. However, when the angels left Hell, you found a strange device that you decided to keep with you. You didn't even realize that Adam planted this thing

You didn't meet Adam again entirely of your own free will. You came to your hotel room to relax after a day full of work, but as soon as you closed the door and turned on the light, an unfamiliar voice rang out saying that he was already tired of waiting. It was Adam, or rather his hologram. You got scared and threw the first thing that came to your hand at him, which only made him laugh. You didn't understand how Adam ended up in your room, and he was in no hurry to say that you yourself brought a device that allowed him to communicate with you. But he was very surprised to see you wearing a uniform similar to the one worn by Princess of Hell

You were rarely in your room, but every time Adam wouldn't let you rest. He asked you questions, made fun of you and did not understand why you believed that you could atone for your sins, because you were already in Hell, you were already too late to worry about saving your soul. You seemed to believe in the idea of a princess. At some point, you got so used to Adam's constant company that you did your business in the room, answering some of his questions. Watching you, Adam became more and more convinced that he liked you. He forgot that you were a sinner and tried to touch you several times, but each time his hand went through yours, and at that moment he remembered that you were in Hell and he was in Heaven

When Charlie went to Heaven to negotiate, Adam was forced to listen to her words about the hotel again. He was able to see you among the other residents of the hotel. You were smiling, smiling sincerely at your friends. At that moment, Adam thought it would be great if you could atone for your sins and get to Heaven, where you could communicate normally. He really wanted to get to know you much better. He liked you, even though Adam didn't admit it even to himself

There was very little time left before the new extermination, and Adam understood that you would also fight against the angels. That's why he contacted you again. He told you to leave the hotel. He didn't want you to die, but he didn't say so directly. Adam didn't know if you were really going to leave, but he hoped you wouldn't die. That's all he could really hope for in your situation

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #Adam #Adam x Reader

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schlattsdoll · 9 months

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Imagine going to the streamer awards with Schlatt (you’re not a streamer) and if he wins something then once you all get home he makes you cum as many times as he can as a celebration type thing

celebrate- jschlatt

minors dni

paring: schlatt x fem/afab! reader

warnings: smut {18+}, mentions of overstim, schlatt being a horny mf, overuse of pet names {im sorry}

to be quite honest with you, schlatt didn’t even want to go to the streamies. it wasn’t his scene and he was confident in the fact he wasn’t going to win. what sold him on it was seeing you in a tight dress. he took you shopping that morning, you two decided on wearing purple, the color of royalty as you told him. “makes sense, got my beautiful princess so that makes me a king.”

it was almost time to leave as you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup. “doll, we gotta go.” schlatt held your hand as you slid on your heels and even fixed the buckles for you. the tight sequined dress hugged your curves perfectly, the purple complementing your complexion.

“absolutely stunning.” your boyfriend commented with a wolf whistle. “whaddya say we skip this thing? i could do that thing ya like with my tongue.” he smirked and kissed up your neck. “jay, no. this is a big night for you! we have to go, that’s that.” you pushed the larger man away from you and frantically tried to fix your hair.

the car ride to the venue was so exciting for you. having only been with schlatt a few months, you hadn’t been to a streamers event before. “this is gonna be so fun jay! we’re gonna take pictures and you’re nominated! i think you’re gonna win personally.”

he rolled his eyes at the thought of him winning. “‘m glad you’re excited toots. at least one of us is.” you knew he wasn’t the biggest fan of going out, much rather wanting to spend the night back home in austin with you and jambo instead of being in smoggy old la. “c’mon baby, you’ll have fun trust me.” “i think having you bent over the bed would be more fun but okay.” he muttered under his breath.

you were right of course, sitting at the table with his fellow nominees ted and charlie, he started to loosen up a bit. drinks were flowing, laughs were being had, and schlatt started to ease up. “the nominees for best new podcast are…” ethan nestor started reading out their category. “oooh baby listen up!”

schlatt felt his nerves jump back up, he didn’t care about winning honestly. you were just so excited for him and the guys, he didn’t want to disappoint you.

“and the winners of best new podcast are….” you held schlatts hand tightly with one hand while you bit your nails on the other. “chuckle sandwich!” a camera panned over to your table and the guys all got up to go on stage, right after kissing their dates.

“thank you all so much for this amazing award, i think i speak for all of us when i say we definitely didn’t expect to be nominated let alone win. thank you to the fans for tuning in every week and we hope you keep listening!” ted spoke eloquently, a perfect acceptance speech; short and sweet.

once back at the table, his hand made its way to your thigh. “hey doll, don’tcha think i deserve a winner’s reward when we get back to the hotel?” he whispered in your ear then kissed your neck. his hand rubbed your thigh, inching closer and closer to your core. you squeezed them closer together, attempting to block his hand from his target.

the rest of the event was quite draining. all you could focus on was what schlatt was going to do to you later that evening. finally you got to leave and instead of going to the after party, you faked being sick. “sorry guys, im not feeling so hot. i better sit this one out. jay, you don’t mind not going do you? i feel so bad.” you pleaded with the large man, who knew you were faking it. “yeah guys, let’s do a rain check for next chuckle week. gotta make sure my baby’s feelin’ alright.” schlatt wrapped his jacket around you, and walked you towards his car. “congratulations again guys!”

the drive home was an entirely different vibe, schlatts hand was ghosting against your center, teasing you through your underwear. “couldn’t even wait for me to celebrate with my friends? needed me that badly huh doll?” he smirked at you while his fingers grabbed a hold of your panties and pulled them to the side. “s’fuckin’ wet for me…”

his large digits found their way to your clit, rubbing soft slow circles. “that’s it. atta girl. you looked so pretty tonight sweetheart. wanted to take you into a bathroom and fuck the shit outta ya.” your back arched into the seat at his words. “oh you like that idea don’t you princess? me taking care of this sweet cunt wherever i want it, not caring who sees me with what’s mine.”

his fingers speed up, causing you to grip tighter on the center console, “fuck jay, don’t stop. ‘m gonna cum.” “that’s right, cum for daddy.”

the car stopped moving, pulling into the hotel’s lot where schlatt waited until your orgasm subsided to help you out and into the room. once there, he tossed you onto the bed. “i believe i was promised the thing i like?” you smirked up at him.

dropping down to his knees and taking the headband out of his hair, he pulled you closer to the edge. “i’m a man of my word doll. but i’m gonna make you cum so many times you’re gonna cry.”

and once again, schlatt was a man of his word.

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Talk to Me

Chapter 3

Lucifer x Fem Fallen Angel Reader Word Count: 3.5k CW: Angst, trauma, swearing, slow burn, enemies to lovers(ish?), mistrust, lies, curiousity

Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Chapter 4 (Updated through Chapter 5)

Before long, it was time for Lucifer to teleport back home for the night. He hugged his daughter and Vaggie goodbye, and gave a quick glare to Alastor before teleporting back home in his usual swirl of red smoke.

Once he was home he flopped on the bed and let out a long sigh. Lucifer was happy to be rebuilding his relationship with Charlie, the awkwardness of their reunion a few weeks ago had been slowly melting away, and he was really feeling like they were starting to get to know each other again. He just wished it was not on the brink of a war with Adam and his exorcists.

He had worried that Heaven would try retaliate at Charlie’s rehabilitation idea like they had with his many many years ago… but not like this. He felt the anxiety and frustrations start to rise in his body. Feelings of wishing she had just listened to him and not tried to push things with Heaven… but it was no use. He knew she was right. Things needed to change but he had just been too scared to fight, Heaven had beaten the passion out of him, leaving him with the fear of losing more. But, somehow, Charlie had been reigniting that spark in him. It was beautiful and utterly terrifying.

This upcoming battle put a new stressor on him that replaced the old stressor of how much he had missed his daughter, which somehow felt easier to manage, but in many other ways left him struggling within his mind in new ways. For so long he had be plagued by his past, watching sinners abuse the gift of free will he had given them, the separation of him from Lilith over the past seven years, the estrangement of his own daughter for what felt like most of her live. It left him dazed and disconnected from the world in general. Had left him with a growing void between himself, his kingdom, and the sinners he ruled. Sinners that he was ashamed to admit he despised at times. Having Charlie in his life again made it a little more tolerable, but if this upcoming battle did not pan out well, he was running the risk of losing her and everyone else for good, which would send him even deeper into the pit of his own mind.

But, in a way, that was another small new blessing in his life though, finding others to care about. Sinners even. He had been working on getting to know the other residents and staff at the hotel, and he enjoyed… most of them. He had been worried about that pornstar, Angel, trying to get up on his daughter, but he didn’t seem to do anything outside of a few pet-names for her, and him for that matter. Lucifer had also noticed Angel put a lot of their focus on Husk, the bartender. Lucifer crackled a small smile, he liked Husk, he was a no nonsense kinda guy but seemed to have a good heart, and a soft spot for others at the hotel. Sir Pentious was… interesting, an intelligent fool, which he could relate to. Niffty was… well she was good at cleaning, and a little terrifying. And Alastor… ugh, he couldn’t stand the guy, he clenched his fists at the thought of him. Lucifer knew that guy was up to something, and was not fond of how close his daughter had gotten to him… but he had to admit that he had been a big support to Charlie. He just knew that his actions were not selfless and it was all a fun little game for grabbing power.

Lucifer shook his head, he needed to be careful, he could get heated and obsess over his distain for Alastor if he was not careful. But the resident he was most curious about, was his daughter’s girlfriend, Vaggie. A fallen angel. It was odd because their falls had both been very different, his a physical fall from Heaven, her’s in an instance on the grounds of Hell themself, her status torn from her in a moment. But the mental pain of it all still the same. To have her wings torn off by those monsters, Adam and Lute, disgusting how they can be in the highest ranks of Heaven while people like her suffer, for sparing a fucking child!

Lucifer took another breath to slow down his thought process. That was a topic he needed to be careful about, his fall. That was a panic attack waiting to happen, a trauma he could never full process, even with Lilith even though she also fell with him. He pushed those thoughts away, as he always did, and decided it was probably time to get ready for bed. He went to go wash his face and change into pajamas.

His thoughts drift back to the hotel, then to what Charlie had mentioned about you, the newest addition to the hotel. His heart hurt to hear you had barely just arrived in Hell before getting attacked by other sinners so brutally. He had been curious about you, but understood that you might need some time to acclimate to Hell. He was just glad that you had found the hotel so soon after getting here. What sort of soul would be so keen on redemption soon after arriving in Hell? He tried hard not to immediately jump to thoughts of suspicion. All he knew is what Charlie told him, that you arrived sounding scared and hurt, and he hated that. He hating that he had created a realm that did that to people. He sighed, whenever you were ready to meet him, he wanted to do something nice to welcome you. He didn’t know what, but he would figure it out. For now, it was bed time.

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The next day, you were awoken by a knock on your door. You stretched and hobbled your way over to the door and opened it to find Charlie.

“Evening! How are you feeling?” She asked with a perky smile.

You cocked an eyebrow and yawned “A little better. Oh, is it dinner time?”

“Yes… but like… of the next day… it’s been over 24 hours since I last saw you… I left notes but you didn’t come out. I just wanted to make sure you were ok,” Charlie gave you an anxious grin.

Your eyes went wide, “24 hours?!” You looked at the ground and saw the few notes on the floor, “Oh Heav- I mean… Hells! Charlie, I’m sorry, I was asleep that whole time.”

Charlie laughed and swatted a hand “Oh gosh, it’s no trouble. If that’s all it was I’m just glad you were resting and healing, that’s all. I didn’t want you to miss out on eating so I just thought I would knock this time. Are you hungry?”

You were about to answer when your stomach did with a loud gurgle that was loud enough for both of you to hear. You both looked at your stomach, then at each other, then laughed.

“Is it uhh… is it ok if I eat in here though? I’m… still not ready to be out with others,” you asked sheepishly.

“Of course! We are having the last big rally before the battle downstairs so, it would probably be a bit overwhelming out there anyway. Let me go get you some food,” Charlie closed your door and ran down to the kitchen to grab you some of the food. You hated to admit it, but you were growing more tolerant of Charlie, possibly even enjoy her, though parts of your brain still worked to warn you about her. She seemed really genuine, and she couldn’t help but remind you of Emily. She seemed like someone who wanted to care for people and make them feel happy and safe.

Charlie came back with a bowl of soup and some bread, “Here we are!” She handed you your food.

“Thanks!” You said, taking the bowl and plate from her and going inside your room to set it down on a small table.

“Hey so… the extermination is tomorrow… will you have your place set up for you to be safe at during that time? If you don’t have a place, I always have my dad…”

“No! No, please, I have it taken care of, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, I have a place to go. I’ll… probably just eat this, get some more sleep and be out of here early before the angels come. Ok?”

Charlie nodded, “Ok, if you aren’t up by like 8 am, I’ll come kick you out.” She gave you a wink, “Stay safe, ok?” then closed the door.

You let your curated smile deflate as you started to eat alone in your room. You didn’t realize you had put on a mask for her until she left. You couldn’t deny how much you were still working to keep up appearances around her, how much you fought with the idea of trusting her. On the other hand, you lied to her, about several different things, and that definitely did not make you feel good. Most currently, on the full belief that you had a place to stay during the extermination. You were hoping that Claire would let you hide in the Embassy, but that’s only if it is even open that day. It was all a gamble.

The next morning you woke up early and snuck out of the hotel and down to the Embassy, where one again you found Claire sweeping. She looked up to see you enter and smiled.

“Well good morning! You are looking a bit better I see, didn’t expect to see you back so soon. You doing ok at the hotel?” Claire asked as she continued to sweep.

“Uhh… ya! It’s been just fine. I’ve been asleep most of my time there. Got some actual wraps for my broken bones that have helped a lot. But, I’m here because… well…” you took a moment to collect your thoughts “The Princess’ hotel has gained the negative attention of Heaven it seems… and I am in no place to fight… so I need to hide… can I stay here? Please? I promise I won’t cause any trouble and you can kick me out at any moment if I do,” you pleaded. You hated having to beg to a hellborn, but Claire had already earned some amount of your respect and you were desperate. You knew she had probably already broken several rules when it came to you.

Claire looked around and smiled before whispering “If someone were to ask, you have a complaint and are personally coming to talk to me, got it?” She winked. You cracked a small smile, nodded, and winked back. Claire then led you back further into the Embassy, past elevators, meeting rooms, all empty, until you got to a small office with a sign that said “Clarisee Emberstone, Facilities Manager”. You were curious who else was here to even comment, but you knew Heaven had eyes everywhere. Claire opened the door and you both stepped in. It was small and cramped, full of tools, cleaning supplies, papers, a desk with a chair, and a small couch. Claire gestured for you to take a seat, and you did.

Claire sighed, “It’s not much but-“

“No no! It’s perfect. Thank you…” you smiled at her. “Thank you for being so nice to me. How can I ever repay you?” You asked.

Claire shook her head, “Nothing, I want nothing from you. I just don’t want people to suffer more than they already do.” Claire thought for a moment, “Tell you what… if you can find a way to make the most of your time in hell, to make the lives of other sinner’s a little more tolerable so that they don’t get hurt in the way you have, that’s how you can repay me, ok?”

You blinked, and nodded. That made sense, you would have to think about that, but that was an idea. An idea that tugged and churned your stomach at the thought of helping sinners, but still a good one.

Claire smiled and nodded, “Now I must get back to my cleaning, I’ll come get you when the dust settles.” You nodded and Claire closed the door behind her, leaving you once again alone with your thoughts.

You sighed and lounged on the small couch, you were thankful for the well hidden room, but your mind still had plenty to leave it cloudy and worried.

Swirling emotions that still lacked names engulfed your thoughts and the pit of your stomach. It almost hurt. You understood the fear and worry, but not worry for yourself, worry about others. You were worried for Charlie and Vaggie, worried for the sinners that you had been in hotel with that you had yet to get to know, worried about the angels that came down for them, worried about Adam and Lute, worried about how Emily was feeling, but you also hated feeling worried about them. You felt like you were worried and hated that you worried about everyone. This felt like pure madness inside your head. Nothing made sense anymore and all you knew was confusion and fear. Is this how sinners always felt? Is this what it’s like to live through an extermination? Is this what Heaven was doing to people? At least you had a place to hide, how many others didn’t?

Your head ached, you tried to focus on your breathing. And then you started to feel it, the rumbles. The angels were here. You were helpless to do nothing besides desperately sense for any tremor, any sound or shift, though you didn’t know what any of them meant or how close they were. They didn’t feel like they ever got much closer to the building you were at, but they felt more powerful at times. An occasional beam of holy energy and you could still sense from all the way over where you were.

The biggest shock came from another holy blast, and a large earthquake that felt as if the ground was cracking apart, followed by a few quick shakes… and then.. stillness. It was so still and quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat, loud as a drum, your breathing quick.

There was a knock on the door, and you jumped. Claire opened the door and gave you a smile, “Relax, we are all clear.”

“All clear?”

“Ya… the angels are gone. Portal opened back up and they all high tailed it out of here,” Claire said “Come on I’ll show ya.”

You got up and followed Claire back out to the lobby, you looked out the window, and gasped. All you could see was the rubble and remains of the building you had been sleeping in hours before, along with patches of golden blood littered along the hillside. The blood of dead angels.

You got close to the window and look for any signs of movement. You had to really squint, but you were able to make out a few figures, one with long blonde hair and one with white. You sighed with relief, Charlie and Vaggie were ok. Your attention was then also caught by another individual that was flying around, with red and white wings… six of them?! You pressed your face against the glass to try to get a better look, did an angel survive?!

“You see him too? Pretty magnificent huh? He doesn’t come out in public much,” said Claire.

“Who? The angel?” You asked still looking out the window.

“Yes, Lucifer.”

You looked at Claire with shock and then back out to the seraphim outside, then put a finger to the glass in his direction.

“That? That seraphim is Lucifer? But I thought he was a demon?” You asked.

“Oh he is, he’s both, in a way. I don’t know his story super well but I just see the bits about him in magazines. Factly, from most of what I have seen of him, he looks more like an angel than a demon most of the time.”

You were mesmerized and drawn in by the slight of those wings, how he dipped and dived with them. You have never seen a seraphim with white and red wings, and you guys you never really connected the idea that he was a fallen seraphim until now.

You continued to stare out the window as the small image of him landed in the distance. You could not pick out any details about him other than the wings and a hat of some kind. You hated how much your curiosity continued to grow when it came to him. You were starting at hate a lot of things. Well hate was a strong word… feel conflicted was probably a better term.

You were about to start thinking about what you should do now that the hotel was destroyed, when you saw the distant angel soar back into the sky and start to zap the ground with magic. Soon the beginnings of a new building were starting to form. Was he rebuilding the hotel?!

That was exactly what he was doing, and with the help of the other hotel residents, it was not long before a brand new Hazbin Hotel stood atop the eastern hill of the Pentagram. Bigger and brighter than the last. You just stood and stared out the window as it formed, dazzled and enchanted by its creation.

Eventually, you felt ready to head back to the hotel. You thanked Claire and said goodbye before you made the journey back home. The streets of hell were filled with parties and debauchery, singing the praises of the King and his Princess for fighting of the “angel scum”. Normally a comment like that would make you mad, but now… it made sense. Their view of Heaven and angels made sense.

You made it back to the hotel, and found Charlie standing outside, marveling at her new hotel with Vaggie. You walked up behind them a ways.

“Room for one, please?” Charlie and Vaggie turned around at the sound of your voice, Charlie’s eyes started to water as she ran to you.

“(Y/fn)! You are ok!” She said, enveloping you in a tight hug, “I was so worried! I’m glad you are safe.” You smiled and hugged her back.

“I’m glad you guys are ok too. What all happened?”

Charlie and Vaggie went over the summary of the battle, the dome Alastor made, Adam being Adam, Sir Pentious, who was another resident you did not get to meet, was killed, Charlie’s guardian, Dazzle, being killed, then Lucifer showing up at the end to put a stop to Adam, but that it was Niffty that killed Adam.

You blinked, “Adam, the first man, is dead?” Charlie nodded. Some thing in your heart was both broke and soared hearing that, you grabbed your shoulder when you still felt the pain of your missing wing, and furrowed you brow.

“Good… that piece of shit had it coming…” Charlie and Vaggie were surprised by you words, so were you, “I mean… look at all this trouble he has caused! He sounded like a complete asshole!”

“Yes! He was!” Charlie proclaimed. You all laughed.

You looked around, “Your dad still here?”

Charlie shook her head, “No, he went home. Fighting and using as much creation magic as he did makes him tired very quickly. Look at all he made!” She said gesturing to the hotel.

“It really is marvelous, you’ll have sinners knocking door these doors to get in for sure!” You looked around. Something about this magic felt familiar someone, but you couldn’t quite pin how it felt familiar.

Charlie laughed, “I sure hope so!”

You looked over at her, it’s wild how much of a beacon of hope she was. You grabbed her hand and she looked at you with surprise.

“Charlie… thank you, for everything. How can I ever repay you for your kindness?”

Charlie smiled and held your hand back “Just do your best while you are here, for yourself and others. I still don’t have proof that rehabilitation actually works… but if it does, I want us all to support each other as best we can!”

That sounded very similar to what Claire had said earlier. You didn’t think it was possible to redeem sinners, but even if they couldn’t, you all can work to make Hell a better place. You smiled “I will Charlie, I’ll be the best that I can, and I’ll figure out what I can do you help others too. I’ll just need to time to figure out what that is…”

“It sounds like a great start” Vaggie added, “Now come on! It’s dinner time and Alastor is breaking in the new kitchen.” You followed Charlie and Vaggie inside, ready to fully start your new life inside the hotel.

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🦋Little white lies🦋

Pairing: Charles Leclerc X supermodel Cherrie!

Word count : 8.2k

Summary: in which he can’t stop with his little white lies. Or in which : she makes him incredibly nervous.

Charles and Pierre were walking down the hallway to his apartment , just about to turn the corner to where his door was located when Charles suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure stood in front of her own door, looking down at her phone as she texted away with a small smile on her face.

Completely oblivious to her surroundings and completely oblivious to the mini heart attack that Charles felt hit him just at the sight of her.

He jumped back around the corner so quickly with a choked gasp that made Pierre pause in his steps next to him, eyes going wide in shock as he watched his friend cling to the corner of the wall and slowly peek his head around, quickly hiding behind the large pot again when she shuffled her feet a little.

His cheeks were bright red as he glanced up at Pierre slowly, pursing his lips in embarrassment once he caught the look of pure disbelief that the French man was giving him.

"What the fuck? Why are you hiding behind a plant pot? What's going on?" Pierre rushed out in a hushed whisper , quickly turning his head , looking around the hallway as he tried to find what it was that had spooked his friend so much that he felt the need to cling to a wall and camouflage himself into the plant pot at the corner .

There was nothing he could see near them that could warrant such a action, slowly looking back at Charles with a raise of his eyebrow.

His lips twitching in amusement as he saw the way he was clutching at his chest, eyes still glued to the corner of the wall that they had yet to turn around.

Charles side eyed him, embarrassed but not enough so that he let go of the wall. Still peering around the corner with his heart in his mouth, palms sweating ridiculously just at the sight of her.

"Don't-don't make fun of me-" he started to warn him in a barely audible murmur , cautious of the woman stood outside the apartment opposite his own. The one that he had been avoiding for weeks.

Pierre looked at him like he had grown a third head, completely amused now. Despite not even knowing what was going on.

"Don't make fun of you?" He repeated with a twitch of his lips . Trying not to laugh.

“You're hiding behind a plant pot. And you want me to be nice?" His words were rhetorical, already pulling out his phone to take a picture of his hiding friend , ready to use it as blackmail in the future .

Charles sent him a glare, yet still refused to move. "Don't! You don't get it- you know that new neighbour I told you about that was moving in last week?" He whispered to him , eyes going back around the corner again to continue his spying.

Pierre frowned in confusion "yeah? The one that you were complaining about making so much noise when moving in ?" He remembered , wondering where he was going with this.

Charles breathed out heavily, swallowing thickly as he looked back at his friend with a face full of pain. "Well- it's- I saw who it was and-"

A girly giggle reached their ears as both of the drivers froze , both for different reasons. The sweet sound making Charles flush even deeper while Pierre's head snapped over to the sound in surprise.

Then he took a few steps closer and copied Charles, peering around the wall to see who was stood outside the door opposite Charlie's, his eyes going wide as realisation hit him all at once.

A large , amused grin filling out his face as he tried not to laugh hysterically. Looking over at his friend in pure amusement , understanding his reaction now.

Because stood right in their shared hallway was Cherrie . One of the worlds top supermodels and also Charles long term crush since he was a teenager.

The very same woman that he had spent hours listening to his friend gush about, the very same woman that Charles had tried to learn Spanish for after hearing her speak in an interview in her native tongue once.

The same model that he bought every magazine cover that she was on. The same woman that turned him into a love struck teenager whenever he even so much as saw a single picture or video of her online.

The same woman that he might have pouted pissily about when redbull had invited her as their celebrity guest . Having to watch Max get to meet her and parade her around the paddock smugly while Charles scowled from his Ferrari lounge, completely jealous of him and yet way too scared and nervous to meet her himself.

And now here he was.

Imagine his shock when he had been reading yet another vogue magazine , enjoying reading a interview that she had done about her career so far.

He had the magazine with her face plastered on it in his hand when he had distractedly stepped outside to pick up his mail, only to glance up and see said model opening the door to apartment opposite his own at the same time.

She hadn't even got to glance up at who her new neighbour was before Charles had panicked , took one look at her on the magazine and then one look at her in front of him before swiftly turning around and running back inside , slamming the door behind him in shock.

It had now been a whole week of tiptoeing in and out of his apartment , too scared to bump into her and potentially embarrass himself again.

Mortified about the fact that she had probably(most definitely.) seen him and also watched him slam the door in her face after catching a glimpse at her stunning face.

He didn't even want to wonder about what she thought about him now. No doubt she thought he was a rude asshole after that embarrassing move on his behalf.

Instead he had taken to catching glimpses of her in the morning outside his window, watching as she left every morning at six a.m on the dot for her run.

Always dressed in tiny Nike shorts and a matching sports bra, fixing her ponytail and stretching right outside of their apartment block, giving him a clear view of her bending over and wiggling side to side.

Charles had been living in a daze, wondering if he had mistaken his multi vitamins for hallucination drugs instead. Because it was like a dream of his coming alive.

He had spent years daydreaming about her in tiny shorts , stretching like that in front of him underneath the sun.

And now it was all coming true but instead of the smooth, flirty man that would charm her into falling in love with him. All of his dreams showcasing him being a perfect Casanova .

In real life it didn't happen that way at all.

Instead he hid behind plant pots and nearly had a panic attack whenever he saw her walking down their shared hallway, always making a break for it before she could even attempt to make conversation with him.

So yeah. It wasn't going so well so far.

Pierre looked at him in amusement "oh my god. It's her isn't it? Dream girl?" He realised , grinning about to take a step closer to round the corner and say hello. Not scared at all.

Charles quickly yanked him back and gave him several panicked slaps to his bicep, face bright red as he looked at his friend in a panic. Not trusting him at all.

The last thing he wanted was for Pierre to talk to her, he had no doubt that his friend would take any opportunity possible to embarrass him in front of her.

"Shut up! Oh my god Pierre- no-!"

It was too late . Pierre Yanked his arm from his grip, sent him a sly smirk and casually walked around the corner to greet her.

Charles quickly followed him, hanging behind him as he whispered out threats and warnings to him between gritted teeth. Getting nothing but a grin in return.

Cherrie looked up from her phone at the sound of their footsteps, her face showing surprise as she put her phone back into her Jean pocket and gave them a friendly smile .

Pierre grinned at her "hello! You live here now? Charles was telling me that he had a new neighbour but he forgot to tell me just how beautiful she was.." he smoothly said to her, giving her a small wink as well.

Charles was sending him a death glare , inhaling sharply as he tried not to smack his friend right there and then. Instead he nervously looked over at Cherrie as she let out a small giggle, her eyes meeting his for a moment as she smile prettily at him.

Charles thought he was going to have a stroke .

Quickly snapping his eyes away from her and keeping them down at his shuffling feet instead, heart beating fast in his throat.

"Hi! Yes that's me.. I don't think we've met before.." she gave them her hand to shake politely "I'm Cherrie." She introduced herself with a smile.

Pierre happily shook her hand, eyes flickering between his red faced friend and the oblivious supermodel in front of him.

Trying to not to break out in mischievous giggles at how quiet Charles had went beside him, as tense as he could possible be.

"Lovely to meet you. I'm Pierre and I'm sure you know my friend.. also your neighbour now!" He nudged Charles supportively, trying to get him an opening . Deciding to be a good friend and play wingman.

Only he hadn't accounted for how awkward and nervous Charles could be.

Cherrie smiled over at Charles in vague amusement , taking in his down turned eyes and pursed lips. Wondering if he just didn't like her, he couldn't even look her in the eyes!

She had seen the way he had turn tail and practically ran away just at the sight of her during the week. And anytime she tried to say hello, he would never reply. Just continue speed walking past her as though she wasn't even there.

She hasn't exactly gotten a good reception on him so far and she was a little bit upset too. Having thought of herself to be someone that got along with everyone. She loved making friends and meeting new people.

And when she had saw the cute and handsome guy that was now her new neighbour, she had thought she had struck gold.

Until he slammed his door on her face.

Now she just wondered what she had done to make him hate her so much already that he couldn't even speak to her or look her in the eye.

"I've seen him but not been introduced.." she casually spoke, ever the confident woman.

She smirked toward Charles a little teasingly , not one for holding grudges. "I think you ran away before I could say hello last time.." she said bluntly , not looking away from him.

Charles froze , utterly mortified. Quickly glancing up from his feet and meeting her amused eyes, he cleared his throat a little.

Letting out a nervous laugh as he shuffled on his feet, swallowing dryly . "Er-I had- I had call. A important call and I didn't see you so-" he gave a anxious shrug , lying terribly .

Pierre was grimacing next to him , shaking his head in disbelief . Wondering how any friend of his could lack the charm that he had.

He really had to teach him some new flirting skills because slamming a door in a supermodels face just wasn't good at all.

He was never going to let him live this down now.

Cherrie laughed a little , crossing her arms over her chest as she gave him a amused smirk.

“You didn't have your phone on you." She commented, trying not to laugh at the way he was scrambling for a excuse on his rude behaviour.

His mouth opened and closed several times before he settled on a weak "it was inside. I heard it through the door. I have good hearing." Scratching at his bright red cheek in embarrassment.

Pierre was getting the second hand of it, looking at his friend in disbelief as he fought off a mortified groan on his behalf.

Pierre quickly tried to help him out , smiling charmingly at Cherrie . Relieved to see that she didn't seem annoyed at Charles clearly lying , only amused judging by the little grin on her pretty face.

Pierre could understand then why she made Charles so nervous and speechless. Taking in her siren eyes and high cheekbones , freckles button nose and pouty lips . Long shiny hair pushed over her tanned shoulders in big waves.

She was absolutely stunning. And even standing there in basic denim jeans and a white tank top, she made their breath hitch. There was a reason that she was the highest paid model in the world right now.

She had the kind of looks that made you lose your train of thought Mid conversation.

Poor Charles. Pierre thought to himself then in amusement . His nervous self stood no chance at coming across as cool and charming in front of a woman like her.

So Pierre decided to try and charm her on his behalf , like the good friend that he was. He could not just stand there and witness the Ferrari driver embarrass himself like this.

It was too painful for him to watch.

"Well.. this is Charles. He's a top driver In F1. That beautiful Ferrari in the parking downstairs? That's his!" He tried to big him up, grinning at her brightly.

Charles turned his head to narrow his eyes at him in disbelief , wondering what the hell he was doing. Bragging about him like that.

Cherrie just smiled , giggling.

Already used to rich men and their toys. Always trying to impress her with their money. As though she didn't have it all herself too.

She leaned back against her door slyly, lazily flicking her hair over her shoulder as she gazed at the cute man that couldn't even meet her eye.

He was just so pretty... she held back a dreamy sigh. Instead keeping her head on right . It didn't matter how cute he was if he couldn't even speak to her without lying his arse off.

"Yes I saw it. It's parked right next to my custom made Lamborghini. The one with the wheel made of real gold and my name etched into the handles?yeah that's mine." She casually countered back, smugly.

Holding back a laugh at the way Pierre paused, his eyes widening in shock as he thought about the stunning lambo that the two drivers had been gushing about enviously. Wondering who's it was.

He looked over at a speechless Charles and sighed hopelessly . Well. There went trying to impress her with his car.

"Fuck. That's yours? It's gorgeous! How did you get it custom? I've never seen one like that before!" Pierre was amazed , heart eyes of his own as he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him.

Charles glanced over at him, saw his gaping and glared at him sharply . Reaching his hand out slowly to pinch him in his back, hard .

Pierre flinched and met his narrowed eyes, Charles daring him to even think about hitting on the woman of his dreams.

He may have been too nervous to even talk to her but that didn't mean that he wasn't trying to gather the courage to ask her out. At some point .

It was just taking a while. That's all. But he'd get there and he didn't need Pierre to ruin it with his charming personality.

Cherrie just smirked , easily picking up on the daggers that Charles was giving his friend.

She fought back a knowing 'huh'. Holding back her girlish giggle as she realised then just what this was about and why Charles couldn't meet her eyes.

Someone had a crush. She smugly realised. Chest filling with butterflies as she bit back a pleased smile, telling herself to wait it out. To see how he went about it.

She deserved to a little entertainment of her own didn't she? She was used to guys coming up to her and confidently asking her out.

She was used to arrogant , smug and over confident men that thought they were the shit.

So Charles's cute, shy smile and stammering excuses made a nice change.

But did that mean that she was going to go easy on him? No fucking way. Why not make him work for it? He was a f1 driver, no doubt used to women throwing themselves at him. Used to getting everything that he wanted .

She wasn't going to join that list so easily. A girl liked to be wooed a little .. liked to see him fumble and blush as red as his car.

What that so bad?

"I was dating the owner of Lamborghini's son for the summer. I got the car for free as a birthday gift. They were very generous to me." She casually informed them like it was no big deal.

To her it wasn't. She lived a life of luxury and she had a long list of rich men that would buy her whatever her heart desired just to be able to keep her attention for another day.

Did she take advantage of the fact that she was beautiful and able to make men do whatever she wanted? Hell yes she did.

And she wasn't ashamed to admit it either. A man gave you a fancy car in exchange for a kiss? You kissed him everywhere and sped off into the night with your new drive. It was as simple as that.

She was just a simple girl who enjoyed the finer things in life. Including the rich boys and their fancy cars. What girl didn't?

Charles looked at her in shock, blinking quickly as both of their mouths dropped open in disbelief.

"He got you a lambo for your birthday?" He repeated in disbelief . Looking at her with wide eyes. "Was he-are you two still together?" Surely only a man that was in love would do something like that.

If he was still with her then Charles knew he stood no chance. She probably had ten Ferrari's in the garage as well. So he couldn't impress her with his Ferrari at all.

And well.. he could impress her with his flirting and charm. But that- that wasn't going so well for him at the moment.

Ya know, with the whole slamming the door in her face and hiding behind plant pots thing.

Cherrie shook her head no with a tiny smirk , admiring the blush on his stubbled cheeks.

"No. It wasn't serious. More like a good friend." She told them.

Pierre snorted at that. Laughing. "Oooo ouch! Gives a girl a lambo and still gets friend-zoned. That's gotta hurt." He snickered , amused by the woman in front of him.

She was what you called a bad bitch, If you will.

Meanwhile, Charles was letting out a relieved breath at the pleasant news that she was single again.

"Good." He blurted out before he could stop himself.

Cherrie looked at him in amusement "why is me being single good Charles?" As she said his name with her heavy accent , Charles flushed and went red again. Holding back her sly little giggle.

She had him, hook , line and sinker. Maybe her chances at love weren't as low as she originally thought.

Maybe holding out for the right guy had been a good decision all along.

As she looked at Charles and his sheepish grin, all shy and nervous around her. She felt her heart jump and the butterflies turn into a whole damn zoo inside her.

Was this the love at first sight thing that her parents gushed about? She felt nothing but a tingly feeling of excitement and glee as she looked at him , fidgeting with her newly manicured nails as she fought off her confident instinct to just ask him out like she would with any other man.

Only He wasn't any other man. Cherrie was going to let him come to her this time around.

Charles ran a nervous hand through his hair , refusing to look at Pierre who was smirking at him in amusement . No doubt giving his friend even more blackmail material for later.

"Oh- I just meant- it's good that you-" he struggled to find an excuse to why he sounded so happy with her being single. Looking over to Pierre for help.

Pierre didn't give him any. Merely laughing at him.

He sighed stressfully , looking back at a grinning Cherrie bashfully.

“More time for yourself? I don't know.." he mumbled , embarrassed.

Cherrie just gave him a soft smile, feeling a little bad at teasing him .

“That's true. More time for my new neighbour huh?" She suggested with a small wink before unlocking her door swiftly,

Giving the both of them a little wave, nodding inside her apartment . "I've got a call to make but I'll see you later?" She said it more towards Charles who was still stood frozen from her little wink towards him.

He gulped, giving her a small smile and a nod of his head. "Yes. Yes! See you around!" He blurted out , his hopes back in full force as she gave him another perfect smile before heading inside .

As soon as her door shut behind her, Charles was shoved in the shoulder by a excited Pierre.

His friend looking at him in amazement "you have absolutely not charm but yet there's still hope! Did you see that wink she gave you man?!" He exclaimed , shaking his shoulders , proud of him.

Charles beamed back at him, both of them jumping on the spot like excited little kids.

He laughed loudly in relief "I know! Did you see the smile she gave me? God.." he sighed dreamily , giddily as they both , finally, went into his own apartment as well.

"Do you think I stand a chance with her? Be honest mate..she's like.. out of this world!" He gushed, heading straight for a drink to wash down his dry mouth that he got whenever she was near.

Pierre just laughed, patting him on the back supportively . "I do think so! I saw the look she gave you .. just.." he smirked at him amusedly "don't slam anymore doors in her face okay? Next time you see her play it cool.." he advised him.

Charles nodded along to what he was saying, shrugging back his shoulders. His confidence boosted a little now that he knew that she might be interested too.

"I can do that. I can play it cool!" He said with a confident grin.

It turned out that he could not in fact 'play it cool'.

Every bit of advise that Pierre gave him went rushing out of his head as soon as she knocked on his door the next night .

He had opened the front door , thinking it was one of his friends dropping by while they were close by. Only to get the shock of his life when he was greeted with cherries pretty face and even prettier smile instead.

He froze. Glancing down at his old blue sweatshirt and stained grey joggers with a grimace, running a hand through his Messy hair and cursing at himself for not getting a shower that morning like he had told himself he would.

It was only his luck that Cherrie would turn up at his door , looking stunning in a small black dress, a vision as usual.

While he looked like he hasn't left his bed in days, quickly brushing down his sweatshirt that had crumbs covering it from the cookie he had Been stuffing his face with before she arrived.

She grinned at him prettily , titling her head as she admired his messy hair and flushed cheeks. Fighting back a sigh at how pretty he was. It really wasn't fair!

"Hi! I got too much takeout .." she lifted up the two bags with a Hopeful smile towards him "so I thought we could share it and get to know each other a little better.." she suggested to him .

Charles looked between the food bags and her gorgeous face for a moment, his heart racing in his chest as he let out a small, shocked laugh.

Fighting back a giddy giggle as he slowly nodded his head, opening the door wider so that she could come in.

"Yeah! That's sounds good! Come in-" he started to step back with a smile only for his eyes to go wide in horror as he remembered the large framed picture that he had hung up above his tv.

A framed picture of the very same woman smiling at him, about to come inside and have food with him.

It was a blown up copy of her rolling stone cover she did, posed in a tight leather hot pants and a even smaller, tighter leather studded bra. Posed beside a Ferrari that looked identical to his own and looking like a sin. It was his favourite photoshoot she had did and he had it on his wall as soon as it came out.

So with that picture in his mind, he gasped in panic and gave her a quick shove that sent her stumbling back out of his apartment with a gasp .

Laughing nervously as he shouted a loud "one second!" Before slamming the door in her shocked face.

Again.

He rushed over to the wall, tripping over his own feet as he hurriedly took down the picture of her and hid the framed masterpiece in his Laundry cupboard instead.

He was physically sweating, red in the face as he hurried back to the front door and quickly swung it open again.

Giving a apologetic smile to a startled Cherrie who was looking at him with a frown, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

She cautiously stepped past him as he motioned for her to come in, side eyeing him in confusion as she wondered what the hell had happened then.

"Sorry! So sorry about that! I er-" he waved his hands about chaotically , trying to come up with a excuse for his behaviour. Again.

He pursed his lips together nervously, scratched at the back of his neck sheepishly . "I thought I saw a spider! On the- on the wall! Yes!" He blurted out, nodding his head along with his own lies like that would make it any more believable.

Cherrie looked at him in vague amusement , looking over to the now plain wall that only hung a hook where a picture had been. No spider in sight.

She carefully started to pull out the takeaway containers onto the table , smiling over at him gently.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, genuinely concerned that something was wrong with him.

Charles just sighed and pulled out a bottle of wine from the fridge, pouring them both a large glass as he stood a seat at the dining table shakingly.

Giving her a embarrassed smile, he swallowed . "Yeah.. I'm good. Are you okay?" He fumbled for a second , watching her move around his kitchen confidently like she belonged there.

Biting down on his lip as his gazed trailed down to her long , tanned legs and ass.. sighing dreamily to himself at the sight in front of him.

Only to snap his eyes back up to her face when she turned back around with two plates in hand, looking at him knowingly . Having known just where he had been looking , not mad about him checking her out in the slightest.

"I'm okay too charles. You just looked a little .. red." She stated amused as she slowly sat down on the chair opposite him.

Twirling the Chinese noodles around the fork and taking a bite , keeping her eyes on the blushing man opposite her. Her heart melting at the shy smile he gave her.

He laughed a little, taking a bite of the food as well. Humming at the delicious taste . "No, no. I'm always a little red. It's the heat." He lied. He was always like that but only when she was there.

So it was all her fault really. If she wasn't so fucking beautiful then breathing might have felt a little easier to do around her.

Instead he was struggling to remind himself to breath normally and to not gape at her like a lovesick fool.

What did Pierre say? To play it cool! He reminded himself.

So he gave her what he hoped was a confident smile "this food is really good. You like eating out?" He asked her, taking another bite.

Cherrie hummed "yeah. I can't cook for shit so.." she laughed a little at herself . Glancing up at him with a grin. "I have no choice."

He nodded along , keeping it cool. He could do cool. How hard could it be? He just needed to be confident and casually ask her out..

He could do that. Of course he could!

"I like going out to eat too. There's some really good restaurants around here.. great for dates.." he mentioned to her casually. Looking over at her with a small smile. Heart racing in his chest.

Cherrie just looked at him in amusement , titling her head at him prettily. Watching his eyes flitter around her face, fidgeting in his seat when she blinked her long lashes at him purposely.

"Oh yeah? You go on a lot of dates?" She teased him, talking a gulp of her wine.

Charles paused, eyeing her hesitantly .

He did not go on dates. But that sounded lame to admit it. But he also couldn't lie and say that he went on loads without sounding like a complete player either.

So he panicked "er- I eat alone. All the time. Well- not all the time but - I can go on dates that's not like an issue.." he waved his hands in front of him nervously . The reminder of being cool and smooth going straight out of the window again.

“I can date! I love dates! I just don't go on them but I could! I could date!" He voice went higher in nerves, squeezing his eyes close in pure horror at himself.

Pinching the end of his nose and just wishing for a hole to open up and swallow him whole .

Fucking hell! This could not be happening to him. Why was he like this around her?!

As Cherrie watched him fumble and nervously ramble to her about dates, she felt herself soften. Placing her cheek in her hand as she gave a soft laugh, finding his nervousness very endearing.

Was he really that nervous by her? She smiled at him gently . Reaching over to softly pull his hands away from his reddening face.

"I like going on dates too." She gave him a opening, raising her eyebrow at him encouragingly.

Charles breathed out in relief. Smiling at her again. "Yeah? There's a really good seafood restaurant that I like.." he muttered , eyes to his plate as he scraped at his plate for something to do with his fidgeting hands .

Cherrie grimaced a little "oh yeah, I can't go there then. I'm allergic to seafood." She told him casually.

Charles looked up at her with wide eyes "allergic?" There went his seafood date idea.

He hesitated "like.. deathly or..?"

Cherrie grinned over at him, giggling. "Yeah.. deathly. So...I usually avoid those places." She said, looking around his apartment and admiring the place. Feeling nothing but calm and comfortable with him.

Unlike Charles who felt like a live wire, twitching and fidgeting and trying to find any excuse for her to go on a date with him.

But as he looked at her pretty face, his mind just went blank. Like it always did around her.

"What- where do you usually go then? You've had a lot of boyfriends. And they haven't killed you yet .. so..I mean-" his eyes widened as he heard his own words . Not smooth at all.

How the hell did Pierre make it look so easy?! He felt like a fucking fish out of water!

Cherrie frowned over at him "I haven't had that many boyfriends.." she corrected him . Rolling her eyes a little a the way everyone assumed that every guy she was seen with was her new boyfriend.

When in reality she could count the number of boyfriends she had on one hand.

Charles groaned "sorry! That came out wrong.. I meant- you know what. I don't know what I meant!" He breathed out. Getting up and putting their now empty plates in the sink to wash up later.

Cherrie watched his tense back, smiling to herself as she pushed herself up out of her seat as well. "Don't worry Charles. I know what you meant." She muttered as she walked over to his front room instead.

"You don't have a pet? No cat or something?" She mused, taking a seat and making herself comfortable.

Charles downed the glass of wine in one go , taking in a deep breath to gather himself again before joining her. Admiring the way she looked in his home, smiling up at him prettily like that.

His breath hitched as he took a seat beside her, only a small gap between them.

“No. I hate cats." He said , focusing on putting on the tv for background noise.

Cherrie looked at him in surprise "you'll hate my place then. I have two cats!" She told him with a giggle.

Charlie's snapped his head over to her at that. Fighting back a sigh of defeat at himself .

Of course she did.

"Actually I love cats." He quickly changed his mind, smiling at her . Lying again.

Cherrie just grinned at him in amusement , leaning her head back against the cushion behind her as she gazed at him silently . Admiring him.

"But you've just said you hate them."

He pursed his lips "I was wrong. I was thinking about one cat that I didn't like.. not them all. Im sure I'll love your cats." He told her with a straight face.

She could tell him anything and he would agree. That's how desperate he was for her to like him back.

She let out a soft laugh at him "okay then. If you say so.." she then yawned and glanced at the clock in surprise .

"I should get going. I have a photoshoot early in the morning." She muttered as she reluctantly stood up again. Straightening out her dress and hair.

Charles felt disappointment hit him, sighing a little as he walked her to the door with a small pout on his face.

He hadn’t even gotten the chance to charm her yet..!

"Oh. Okay. Well.. have a good sleep I guess." He mumbled as he opened the door, giving her a small smile.

Cherrie looked at him softly , before wrapping him up in a brief hug. Making him tense in shock , not even getting the chance to hug her back before she pulled away .

Kissing his cheek and smirking to herself as she pulled away. Charles blinking at her in a daze, his cheek stained by her red lipstick.

"I'll be back tomorrow night. Around eight." She told him with a suggestive raise of her brow, smirking at him prettily. Hoping that he got the hint.

Charles slowly nodded his head, swallowing as he gazed at her. Watching her pull out her keys to unlock her door opposite him.

"Yeah.." he cleared his throat , inhaling sharply. "Goodnight then. Er- have a good day tomorrow!"

She smiled over her shoulder at him "you too! Maybe I'll see you on the night , yes?" She departed with a little wink , closing the door behind her gently.

Leaving Charles to let out the breath that he was holding in, placing his shaky hand over his cheek where she had kissed.

Grinning to himself like a lovesick idiot, quickly spinning on his heel to grab his phone. Needing to call Pierre to tell him what had happened.

He decided not to tell him about slamming the door on her face again. Dragging the large picture frame of her magazine shoot to his bedroom instead.

All in all, he thought that went pretty well. Still Feeling confident in his chances.

He just needed to stop slamming his door in her face now and he would be golden. He was sure of it.

The next night , a couple of minutes past eight. Cherrie heard a small , hesitant knock at her door.

A knowing smile was tugging at her lips as she glimpsed at herself in the mirror, running her fingers through her hair and straightening out her red satin dress.

Making sure that she looked perfect before she strutted over to her door and pulled it open with a smirk on her face.

A sheepish looking Charles was stood at her door , rocking back on the heels of his feet as he smiled back at her. Physically pausing as he took in the sight of her in red.

He swallowed thickly. Struggling to tear his eyes away from her body, showcased beautifully in her tiny satin dress. Legs all tanned and oiled up from her photoshop, diamond studded heels on her feet as she towered over him confidently.

"Hi. Wow- er- hello..." he breathed out in awe. Mouth running dry at the sight of her. She looked breathtaking.

Cherrie smiled at him prettily, titling her head slyly. "You like?"

He Quickly nodded his head, flushing . "Love. Very much. The er- is this from the photoshoot this morning?" He asked her in amazement . Knowing that he'd be buying that magazine as soon as it came available to him.

Just ya know- supporting his beautiful neighbour and lifelong Crush and all that.

Cherrie laughed "yeah! I get to keep a few pieces." She told him before glancing at him with a smile "no Pierre today?" She said.

Charles pursed his lips. Hands in his pockets as he remembered what his excuse was for being here. Having came up with a perfect plan to spend time with her on the phone with his friend last night.

He plastered on a apologetic smile "about that- that's actually why I'm here.." he struggled to keep a straight face under her cute, confused stare.

"I left my keys at Pierre's , so I'm locked out of my place." He told her with added loud sigh to really sell it to her.

Cherrie softened , nodding in understanding as she opened her door wider and invited him in. "Have you called him? Is he coming to give them to you?" She questioned him, concerned about him being locked out of his own home.

She guided him over to her large , green and velvet couch. Motioning for him to hand her his coat so that she could hang it up for him.

Charles passed her his jacket with a smile , feeling confident as he carefully sat down on her couch. Looking around the luxurious apartment and admiring the decor she had done in awe.

"He's.. busy right now. He er- he had a date or something.." he muttered to her, distracted by the sight of a fat orange cat walking towards him with big green eyes.

"Oh my god. Is this the cat?" He laughed a little as he held out his hand cautiously for the cat to sniff. Gently stroking its fluffy head when it nudged his hand softly , purring at him.

Cherrie giggled as she glanced down at her cat, smirking at the way Charles flinched when it suddenly jumped up onto the couch and plopped itself onto his lap casually.

"One of them. The other ones asleep in the bathroom. This one is called Rusty." She told him, still holding his coat to her as she admired the cute sight in front of her .

Her cats were her baby's and seeing Charles, who clearly didn't like cats, trying to get over his little fear and cautiously stroking its fur made her chest warm.

He was just too cute. And god was she glad that she had rejected all them arrogant footballers and millionaire businessmen. Because none of them had ever made her feel like this.

Like a giddy teenager with a crush just from one shy smile. She was completely fucked. And she liked it.

She had been waiting for her love story to began and she had a feeling that it was about to start with him.

"He's so fat." Charles giggled looking down at the cat in his lap in amusement. "What do you feed him?"

"I feed him Ferrari boys." She joked as she turned around to head to her jacket closet in the hall to put his coat away so it didn't get cat hair on it.

Charles just laughed , admiring her swaying hips as she walked away. Biting down on his bottle lip with a awestruck sigh.

"Lucky. Lucky cat." He muttered down to Rusty with a grin. "Getting to cuddle up to that every night .."

"So you're locked out of your apartment for the night then? You don't have any other key?" She called over to him. Walking into the small closet and reaching up to hang his jacket.

Cursing to herself when it slipped out of her fingers , huffing to herself as she Bent down to pick it up again. Only to pause as something fell out of his pocket and at her feet instead.

Eyebrow slowly raising as she picked up his apartment keys with a growing smirk on her face , tongue in cheek as she felt a rush of amusement. Catching him out on his lie.

"Yeah! Pierre has my keys and I don't have any spare!" He called back to her obviously. Happily patting her cat on his lap.

Cherrie slowly walked back into the front room with a smirk on her face, not stopping until she was stood in front of him with her arms crossed loosely over her chest. Looking down at his smiling face, trying not to giggle hysterically .

"Yeah?" She drawled mischievously "you don't have any keys at all? You've checked your Jean pockets..?"

Charles tilted his head, looking up at her with a smile as he patted his jeans down with a laugh.

“Yep. Not in my pockets." He said.

Cherrie smirked , chuckling at his cute, oblivious face. "Not even ..." she dragged it out until he was looking up at her in confusion.

His face paling dramatically when she opened her hand and dangled his apartment keys in front of his face with a mischievous laugh.

Giggling loudly at the way he slowly shut his eyes in embarrassment, sinking lower in his seat as he let out a loud groan of misery.

"Not even in your coat pocket?" She giggled, throwing his keys down into the coffee table as she knelt down on the couch beside him.

Her cat meowing unhappily as he jumped off Charles, Cherrie sliding up beside him till they pressed were side by side .

Grinning widely at the way Charles refused to open his eyes, his face going bright red.

"Oh my god." Was all he could mutter in mortification . Mentally Cursing out his friend for telling him to it In the first place.

“Pierre made me do it!" He immediately threw him under the bus.

Smiling despite himself as he heard Cherrie giggle hysterically , wrapping her arm around the back of his neck to pull him into a side hug. Kissing the side of his head affectionately .

Charles just sighed loudly as he laid his head on her shoulder , peeking open one eye to peer up at her bashfully. Chuckling to himself at the way she was grinning down at him, dimples and all.

Not mad about his little lie at all.

"You didn't have to lie to spend time with me Charles." She told him in amusement , gently poking his cheek with her red fingernail. Admiring how pretty he looked up close.

Charles looked at her in surprise "I don't?"

She laughed , shaking her head. "You don't." She confirmed for him. "You also don't have to slam your door in my face and run away from me in the hallways." She added to him slyly, enjoying his embarrassment a little too much.

Charles laughed, biting down on his lip to smother his besotted grin. "That was an accident.."

She gave him a look "you did it twice!"

He grinned "no I didn't." He denied her, laughing loudly when she flicked his neck for his repeated lying to her since the moment they met .

"You're such a little liar! What about running away from me and hiding behind a plant pot?" She accuses him, giggling at the way he froze.

He eyed her silently , pursing his lips . "You saw that huh?" He sighed out in misery.

She just smiled down at him, stomach growing warm as he placed his arm around her waist and snuggled into her side. Giving in and letting his nerves dissolve just like that.

There was no more denying the way she made him act and behave like a fool. She had clearly been a key witness to it all anyways .

There was no point in lying anymore.

"You make me nervous." He admitted to her quietly , fiddling with the diamond necklace between her chest. "I don't know how to act when you look at me. So I .. run away." He snorted a little to himself , hearing how pathetic he sounded.

But Cherrie's face softened , heart feeling full at his quite admission.

She gently stroked her fingers through his hair, feeling him slowly relax against her. His eyes glued to her parted lips silently. Tuned into everything she said and did.

"You make me nervous too. But in a good way yet I didn't run away do I?" She stated to him in amusement.

Charles just gave her a pointed look "that's because you're cooler than me. Nothing fazes you. You're like- the definition of cool." He muttered to her with a grin. Counting the freckles on her nose . Connecting the small dots silently in his mind .

Cherrie paused . Tilted her head and then sighed loudly in response . "You're right. I'm way cooler than you." She agreed smugly , laughing loudly when he rolled his eyes at her playfully.

"Glad we could agree on it." Charles mumbled in amusement . Side eyeing her as he slowly pulled his head off her shoulder , turning himself towards her body instead.

There was a long pause of comfortable silence between them. The two of them simply staring at each other with matching smiles on their faces.

Then Cherrie broke the silence with a small giggle, biting her lip as she shuffled closer to him on the couch.

The sexual tension quickly rising between them, seeing Charles swallow as she gently placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed firmly.

"You know...I got a new bed delivered a few days ago." She kept her voice low and suggestive , smirking at his flustered face.

His eyes flickering between her hand on his thigh and her pouty red lips in a daze. Feeling like he was dreaming.

"Yeah?" He breathed out , eyes flickering shut as she reached forward to cup his jaw in her hand.

Gently rubbing her thumb against his cheekbone, pulling his flushed face closer to her own smoothly.

She looked at him through heavy lids, theirs noses gently brushing together as she felt his uneven breathing against her mouth. His lips quivering to meet her own.

She just hummed and closed the gap between them. Kissing him gently, swallowing his sigh with her lips as he melted into her.

"I haven't broken in the bed yet..and it's really nice to sleep in.." she whispered against his lips with a suggestive smirk . Pulling away slowly to see his reaction.

He did not disappoint. His lashes were fluttering , his lips still puckered as he sighed long and hard. Slowly opening his eyes to watch as Cherrie pulled herself off the couch with a sly smirk being sent his way.

His mouth dropping open in awe as he watched her smoothly pull of her dress with wide eyes, gasping shakily as he watched the soft material fall to his feet in front of him.

Then she turned around. In nothing but red lace panties and high heels , and strutted down the hallway to her bedroom slowly .

Looking over her shoulder at him with a seductive smirk on her face, raising her eyebrow at him suggestively as he stayed frozen on her couch, just gaping at her.

"You coming?" She called over to him cheekily , giving him a wink as she turned back around and disappeared onto her bedroom. Laughing underneath her breath as she counted down in a whisper.

Charles hurriedly jumped up from the couch, tripping over his feet clumsily as he jumped over the startled cat and sprinted to her bedroom. Getting himself tangled in his shirt as he hurriedly ripped it off, jeans hanging around his knees as he fell into her room after her.

And Pierre said he didn't have any charm. Yet who was getting lucky with a supermodel of his dreams that night ? He was!

He couldn't wait to rub it into his friends face. Right after he was done getting his head blown.

Literally.

#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #f1 fic #charles leclerc imagine #f1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc oneshot

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abandoned oc's for camp camp. they're supposed to be new campers with my teen!AU- but lost motivation i guess?

the full body references is them supposed to be teenagers, but they look 11 with advanced bodies lol

➢ the story i made up for them was that they were all adopted as babies from different families by a once-loving couple— that had a falling out, leading to them being left at an orphanage.

➢ they hated it there. they stuck with each other and just bullied the adults that weren't fond of them.

➢ these three are kind little troublemakers, something like the original trio in camp camp (Max, Nikki, and Neil).

➢ however, they don't just go causing it whenever they want, unless they have a reason.

➢ when they were very young, many adults tried to adopt them. but numerous times are all failures since most adults wanted only one of them, and that resulted in the eager parent's pants going missing and their car painted in different colors.

➢ wonder what did that, hm.

➢ though, they're very giving, affectionate, and fun to be around when you set aside the chaos they start from time to time.

➢ if you wanna learn each of their personalities, or just appreciate art, then press more ⤵

➢ Jolene is the most responsible of the three.

➢ she sleeps at reasonable times, makes schedules, knows her manners, and shows respect to most adults (at least those who respect her too).

➢ she cares deeply for her siblings, and sets them straight if they're doing stupid shit.

➢ she has a good reputation being the goody-two-shoes and she uses that to her advantage sometimes.

➢ thinking her voice would resemble Alessia Cara (Jane from The Willoughbys or her normal voice really, she's so soothing to listen to🙏🏼)

➢ Jazlyn is the perky one, always energetic and giddy. she's the first to introduce herself out of the three.

➢ she's quick to make friends and quick to lose them too, since she can be too much for most people.

➢ she treats everyone equally, unless they're an asshole.

➢ very oblivious and runs into stuff without thinking much of the consequences. she's very apologetic, however, and willing to make up for her mistakes and learn.

➢ thinking her voice would resemble Erika Henningsen or Taylor Louderman (referencing Charlie from Hazbin Hotel and the song Little Miss Perfect)

➢ Jesse is the most protective, and severely loyal to those he trusts.

➢ he's sort of a mix of the two sisters— he's responsible like Jolene, but forgetful. he's chaotic like Jazlyn, but knows when shit gets real.

➢ he's the one starting fights, always taking the first punch. he's known for his anger outbursts.

➢ he's emotionally intelligent, spending his time mostly around women and rarely around men- stating that they're way more complex (which is a joke... or is it?)

➢ thinking his voice would resemble Wayne Brady (reference is King Dice from the Cuphead Show, probably not as dramatic though but the more i listen to it, the less i disagree)

#camp camp #camp camp fandom #camp camp oc #'s #drawing #ibispaintx #procreate #im proud of this shit #alessia cara #taylor loudman #erika henningsen #wayne brady #camp campbell

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My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 6

You moved into hell, giving your friend Zariah a heads-up, and swearing her to secrecy. The next few weeks were a blur of fun as you got to re-meet all the Sins and visit their rings in more depth. Each of them seemed intent on trying to help you and Lucifer get closer, except for Mammon. But the more you got to know of that guy, the more you hated him, so that didn't bother you really.

A few months later, you were about to enter his workshop when you heard him talking to himself again.

“Daughter calling?! She hasn't called you in months! This has to be perfect…”

You decided to just wait outside and listen… and wow was he struggling. But in the end-

“My daughter wants to see me~~ take THAT depression!” It seemed it worked out after all. Good, you were happy for him. And maybe this meant you could finally meet her too! You knock on the door and he answers,

“Becca! You won't believe what just happened!” He's grinning ear to ear.

You smile and humor him, “What is it?”

“My daughter called! She wants to see me!” He's bouncing in place, and you laugh.

“That's wonderful Luci goosey!”

He blushes at the nickname, “Will you come with me? I… I'm afraid I'll fuck it up if i go alone.”

“Of course, I'd love to. I said before I'll always stand by your side. I meant it.” You smile warmly, internally screaming your victory. His eyes light up and he screams his victory externally.

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You go with him to the hotel, and oh wow is it crazy and colorful! He introduces you to Charlie right after practically crushing Vaggie in a hug.

“Oh, that reminds me, Charlie, meet my new friend, Becca! She's been keeping me company the last few months.” He motions to you, and you wave politely, feeling a little nervous.

“Hi Charlie, it's nice to finally meet you. He's told me alot about you.”

Charlie immediately looks you over with big shocked eyes. “New ‘friend’ huh? It's nice to meet you.” She offers you a handshake, but you can tell she's unsure how to feel about you.

You shake her hand, “Yes, friend. And I'm hoping you and I will be friends too. I have something I'd like to talk to you about in private later if we can?”

“Uh, sure. Let me finish introducing everyone now.”

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The duet the two shared was so sweet, it made you tear up and cry a little. After, Charlie pulled you aside, “Hey, so… You and my dad… are you really just friends?” shit, here we go!

“Well, yes but… I really like him alot… is that okay?” You're nervous, she's literally his everything! Whether she likes you or not is the make or break of your relationship.

“I see… Do you treat him right? He needs a lot of attention.”

You nod, “Absolutely! I really love him, Charlie. I want him to be happy… I don't want to replace your mom, but I hope I can get your blessing to try dating him, and maybe you and I can be friends?” You put all your sincerity into those words, hoping she can see you for who you really are.

She gives you a once over, silently thinking… before pulling you into a tight hug. “Okay… I'll have a talk with him about mom. You have my blessing.” she then pulls back, holding your shoulders. “You came to me with respect, honesty, and genuine love. Just don't hurt my dad, ever. Don't make me regret trusting you.” She looked serious.

“I'd never hurt him on purpose. He's the best thing to happen to me since I died.” Tears start to fall from your eyes.

Charlie tries to wipe them away with a soft smile, “I believe you.”

She gives you another, softer hug. “Alright, I'm going to talk to dad about this. You just sit tight.”

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You know you shouldn't eavesdrop, it's rude… but it has to do with you, so maybe you have a right to know? That's what you tell yourself anyways. And on the other side of that door, Charlie is trying to convince her dad that Lilith isn't coming back. You hear yelling, and crying from both of them, and you feel terrible. You're not really able to make out any of the words for the most part, as you're still trying to keep enough distance to not get caught.

Eventually the door opens and you're ducking round the corner. “Alright… if that's what you think… I'll consider your words. Now I need to go ring up your uncle Michael. Or Gabriel might be better, they're more likely to actually answer… either way…” He didn't sound thrilled about that talk.

He then went looking for you, “Becca! Where'd you run off to? It's time to go home!”

You decided to sneak back to the lobby and hang out with that pink spider at the bar till Lucifer is close enough to find you, to pretend that's where you were this whole time.

The bartender raises an eyebrow, “So, what's a noble like you usually drink?”

“Huh? Oh no. I'm not a noble, I just kinda crashed into his garden and he decided to keep me.” You chuckle lightly.

“Crashed into my garden and nearly took out my rosebush!” Lucifer said, suddenly throwing an arm around your shoulders. “I've been looking everywhere for you. Are you ready to head out, or still making friends?”

You blush a little at the casual touch. He must be feeling bad, you discovered he gets more touchy and cuddly when his depression starts to creep up on him. So you place a hand on the one around your shoulder and hold it as you smile at him, “We can head out now if you've had enough.”

He smiles warmly at you, appreciating your acknowledgement of his lack of social energy. And with that, you both head home to rest and cuddle, as friends.

For now…

#hazbin hotel #fallen apple #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #lucifer magne #fallen angel

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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warning : tiny comfort, darker themes , little yandere behaviour , obsession , obsessed love , mutual love , little swearing , tiny mention of blood , nervousness , angst , love , kissing , touching eachother , nothing graphical in smut and blood , little drinking , blackmailing basically , open ending , make out, minors don't interact

Charlie Walker/Ghostface x fem reader

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The evening was dark and relatively cool when the small pling from her mobile phone made the eighteen-year-old look up. Glancing up from her homework and books, she picked up her phone and typed on the small screen.

It was a message from one of her friends. Party at the barn.Stabathon-free alcohol come over she read the message and sighed slightly. Not that she wouldn't want to come. But the exam period was coming up and a party compared to the anger of her parents would be something she wanted to avoid.

On the other hand, a little fun and a little alcohol would be a deliberate distraction. And the old, big barn was not too far away. A short drive. A little fun never hurt she thought and decided to finish the sentence before changing.

The thought did cross her mind because of the murders that had been committed in the last few days. Actually, her parents had hung up an exit spear after eight o'clock in the evening. But she thought this was a bit exaggerated.

Uncertainty lay in her gaze as she looked at herself in the mirror. There are still other people here, said this little voice calling for a party. Suddenly the doubts were gone and the fun was there. She looked at herself again in the mirror a loose outfit not uncomfortable but not a looker either.

Simple and appropriate for a horror party. With another pling on her mobile phone she picked it up. Charlie is here too ;) she read the little extra message and a smile flitted across her lips. Charlie Walker, the acknowledged nerd of the group, film club leader and her crush.

Ever since she had seen him at Woodsboroo high school she couldn't get away from him. His friendly, cheerful manner when he talked about movies. How much he knew about movies, his whole being attracted her. Only the glow in his blue eyes when Kirby even spoke to him was something she noticed.

Kirby Reed she knew, no everyone knew that Charlie had a thing for the blonde. He seemed to be attached to her like a dog. She's just using him she thought after hearing this herself as the girls walked by. She knew the girls only briefly, most of all she had to do with Jill.

They had been assigned to several school projects together and even then they got along quite well. But now that she was already going to a party where Charlie was and not Kirby, she could take advantage of the situation. Maybe he'll notice me she hoped and opened her wardrobe again.

She had tried on everything from her normal everyday clothes to her pyjamas and communion dress. All except two things. ,,This is a bit extreme," she muttered and took the short leather skirt and the loose blood-red blouse out of the wardrobe. Holding the two items up, she pondered for a moment. ,,So what?" she decided and put on the clothes she had once bought for Halloween as a joke.

At that time she wanted to go as a hooker with all her friends just for fun. Teenage fantasy she thought and smiled as she turned in front of the mirror. The clothes just looked a lot better than they did a few years ago. It accentuated her curves, her legs were visible all the way up her thighs.

The red blouse made her décolletage clear. He's going to notice me she thought resolutely and grabbed her leather jacket before grabbing her mobile phone and car keys. Walking out of her room, she listened in on the house. She heard the sound of the television downstairs in the living room. A good sign.

Creeping slowly down the stairs, she peeked around the corner into the living room. Both asleep she thought happily as she heard her father snoring lightly and her mother snuggled up to him. Creeping along, she took the black high heels before taking her car key from the small key bowl and opening the door.

Pulling it quietly behind her, she hurried to her car and got in. ,,Done" she muttered in relief and started the engine before driving off towards Stabathon. The drive didn't take long - she was on the road for about ten minutes before she heard the relatively loud noises.

Parking the car, stuffing the key in her jacket pocket to her handy she headed for the barn. This looks good she thought and grinned when she saw all the decorations and slightly dressed up people. Even though her outfit definitely stood out from the others.

She didn't have a knife stuck in her chest, or a ghostface mask, or even the jacket of her football team. She was dressed relatively inconspicuously for the party. She tried to find her boyfriend but gave up after a few minutes.

Too many people with too many of the same costumes and too much alcohol. Looking around she finally found the bar with the drinks.

Heading for it, she found the alcohol in a large glass bowl before grabbing one of the red plastic cups. ,,Y/n the best animatress of our film club in her gorgeous outfit" she suddenly heard a voice next to her and jerked around. ,,You scared me Robbie," she said, shaking her head slightly.

Robbie was the second boss of the film club and Charlie's best friend. She knew he was recording her and it was being streamed live. ,,Don't do that," she said, taking the first sip of alcohol as he looked her up and down with his camera for the third time.

Defensively, he raised his hands and chuckled. ,,What? It's not often you come out like that, a real beauty," he said, but quickly fell silent as he heard the warning look from his classmate. ,,Thanks Robbie, you really are a gentleman" she said rolling her eyes and swearing inwardly. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here after all.

She took another sip of the drink and was about to leave when Robbie walked around her and cut her off. ,,Sorry, I didn't mean that, come on, let me get you a VIP seat," he said with a smile and pointed to the stage. Nodding, she followed him and quickly arrived at a ladder leading to the upper area. ,,Are you serious straw?" she asked and took one of the stalks between her hands.

Before she threw it at him, which Robbie returned with a roll of his eyes. ,,No, go up and sit or stand on the railing so you can see everything," he said, seeming slightly excited as he looked at his watch. ,,Thanks" she murmured as he left to start the welcoming speech before she made her way upstairs. He's right, she thought, leaning against the wooden railing where she could see everything. A small smile flitted across her lips as she listened to their speech, paying more attention to Charlie than anything else.

Regardless, she took another sip of the alcohol and looked at the first staff for a while. Before she suddenly heard a creaking behind her. The creaking of wood, someone coming towards her. She put the cup down on the railing and spun around. She was already prepared for a prank in the worst case scenario.

To her surprise Charlie showed up. ,,Hi Charlie," she said, slightly surprised, and smiled at him. He was leaning against one of the stacked bales of straw. The white button-up shirt clung loosely to his torso. The grey shirt underneath which was slightly visible through the slightly open collar.

The long brown hair that always looked so soft to her. Almost fluffy. The small smile on his lips and the piercing look of his blue eyes. He was perfect. ,,Hey, I didn't think you were coming," he said, walking up to her before standing next to her.

She felt how nervous she was, how fast her heart suddenly beat, her fingers tangled in her skirt and she stared at him. ,,Yeah, me neither...well a friend texted me to come" she admitted and quickly looked away as he looked from the film to her.

In the corner of her eye, she saw his eyes pass over her form. He's looking at me, she thought excitedly and grinned slightly. ,,You think this stabbing is so funny?" he asked with an amused tone in his voice when he saw her smile. Protectively she put her hands up slightly, ,,No...I um just had to think of a joke" she said hastily and would have preferred to sink into the ground. He nodded slightly in disbelief and turned back to the film.

She continued to watch him and felt almost stupid after five minutes of endless waiting. Do something she urged herself, because one thing she couldn't do was flirt. Or even make a real move. She had once asked him if she should stay for the break to help with the club, or have a coffee. She had even asked him for homework, but at the last moment she withdrew her book with the note for a meeting.

The idea came from Jill and not even from her. ,,Hey, I've got to get back to Robbie's for the next film, see you later," he said suddenly, pushing himself slightly off the railing. ,,Um, yeah, have fun," she mumbled and would have liked to push herself down.

He had just disappeared behind the bales of straw and she was already thinking about finishing the alcohol before she plunged down when he suddenly reappeared. ,,Hey, if you're up for a little party at Kirby's house, why don't you come?" he said hurriedly and she called after him with a ,,I will, thank you!". It's at Kirby's...but he invited me she thought happily and decided to go in search of her friends again. Not knowing that the evening would be all the more exciting.

Not only had Gale turned up, but the real Ghostface and the sheriff were all here. But when the first shot was fired by Dewie, she had run outside with the crowd for fear of being arrested.

As well as becoming another victim of Ghostface. ,,What a night," she muttered as she started the engine and drove down the road to Kirby. Parking the car and getting out, she saw the lights on in the house.They must have left earlier she thought, her high heels clicking lightly on the street before she went inside.

The door was open. But after only a few steps inside she heard voices and a slight relief spread. ,,You knew the door was open, didn't you?" she asked as she walked in and looked into the faces of Robbie, Kirby, Jill and Charlie. Only the latter gave her a small smile. Almost as if he was relieved that she was here.

But she could have imagined that. ,,Y/n, what are you doing here?" Jill asked in surprise and stood up before pulling the other into a light hug. ,,Charlie invited me," she answered briefly and Robbie handed her a bottle of high-proof alcohol. ,,Drink to the survival of my masterpiece," the camera man ordered and she took a light sip. ,,Whatever I invited you...we're watching Stab Seven now," Charlie announced and took care of the film.

Jill sat back on the couch next to Kirby who hadn't said a word to the new girl. Robbie moved a few feet away to the kitchen and continued to complain, mumbling. And Y/n sat down on the left, on the other side of Charlie.

Not that she didn't want to be with him, but Kirby seemed to be looking at her with a look she knew too well. Get out of here, the blonde seemed to say. As best she could, she tried to ignore the look and took a few more sips of the alcohol.

A few minutes had passed and Stab was in full swing when she slowly felt the warmth in her body. She was not drunk if at all slightly tipsy but the warmth told her she had had enough for now.

Putting the bottle on the table, she took off her leather jacket and her red blouse stood out as an eye-catcher. ,,Someone has made herself pretty," she suddenly heard Kirby say. The blonde looked at her carefully and smiled charmingly. But there was annoyance in her eyes. ,,So what?" she asked back and raised an eyebrow before standing up.

Grabbing the bottle, she took another step towards Kirby. ,,Nothing...nothing the question is for whom?" she probed further and Y/n became more uncomfortable by the second. She didn't like the way the evening was going. ,,For no one but me," she countered and walked past the blonde to hand Robbie the bottle and grab a glass of water.

Walking back she just saw a shadow coming from the right before she bumped into someone coming in with firm steps. ,,Ouch...Trevor?" she said as she stumbled back slightly from the force of the older and taller man. Surprise showed on everyone's faces as the one they didn't think was coming appeared. ,,Great" she muttered and looked at the stain of water on her blouse.

Right in the area of her bust and the black lace of her bra pressed against it. ,,The bathroom is upstairs," Robbie said, averting his gaze from her and his camera. ,,Peeping Tom" Y/n muttered, slightly annoyed, and went up the stairs. A few moments later she heard Jill leaving with Trevor, looking for her mobile phone, and Robbie going out onto the terrace. Only Kirby and Charlie stayed behind.

Finding herself in a house and hallway with endless doors, she was baffled. ,,Just great" she mumbled before sighing and opening one door after the other which seemed to take forever. How rich is she? she asked herself when she found the third guest room and the second walk-in wardrobe. Before she finally found the bathroom with another door. Turning on the light she grabbed one of the towels and tried to dry it somehow.

She wanted to avoid walking around in a visible bra all evening. Taking the towel off her clothes, the stain had only receded slightly. Sighing, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her bra was still slightly visible on closer inspection, but otherwise it was fine.

Leaning on the sink, she ran her hand through her hair. Did he even look at me? she asked herself and decided to go back downstairs. The evening was not over yet, even though she could hardly hear any sounds coming from downstairs. Walking down the corridor she suddenly heard a creaking sound like a door.

Looking around, she saw that a door to the guest room was slightly open. Did Jill go in there? she asked herself and decided to check. She hoped it was Jill or just a pet and not a stupid prank by Kirby.

That was the last thing she wanted. She opened the door a little wider and slipped inside before taking a few steps inside and standing in the middle of the room. ,,Hello?" she asked into the darkness but got no answer.

Suddenly the light from the bedside lamp came on and gave the room a slight orange tint. Not bright enough to dazzle but not too dark to see anything. Only the shadows of the furniture and things seemed more threatening.

She had flinched and scurried around as the door closed and suddenly Charlie was leaning against the door, causing it to close. ,,Charlie...you scared me," she said, grabbing her upper body before a small unsmiling smile came to her lips. ,,Is everything all right? It's pretty quiet down there?" she asked and took a step towards him. For the first time, however, it seemed that something had changed in him. His gaze remained on her, not avoiding her, and there was no Kirby in his blue eyes.

He seemed to be looking only at her. An engaging feeling, she found. ,,Everything is fine, Jill is outside with Trevor. Robbie is on the terrace recording and Kirby...she's asleep on the couch" he said after a short silence and walked away from the door with a click. Did he lock it? the question entered her head, but she could have imagined the click. ,,That's good...and you?" she asked and continued to look at him. Her heart seemed to have never beaten so fast as she realised how close they were.

Alone together in a room. No party, no friends, no Kirby, just her and Charlie. ,,Oh, I just wanted to check on you, I was worried, you know? You can't be too careful about the killer, can you?" he asked and slowly approached her. The question took her slightly by surprise.

Ghostface. She had been aware of him. But she as a victim. Why? Because she drew for the film club, read books and had a crush? No, she wouldn't be a victim. ,,That's true, but if he's really copying the original murders, then well, I'm not a suitable victim, I don't have a role in all this," she said, gesturing around her as if the others were here.

An amused chuckle crossed his lips as his blue eyes continued to look at her. ,,Are you sure? I mean the killer could also think of something new...something unexpected" he said and took another step towards her.

He was standing in front of her now, looking at her and not seeming to want to let her go. Her heart seemed to jump out of her chest as she looked into his eyes. ,,And what?" she dared to ask as she felt him twirl a strand of her hair between his fingers. Her heart beat even faster.

His look was amused, almost pleased with himself. As if he had accomplished something. Something important. ,,A move," she heard him say before he came closer and closer before kissing her. She felt his other hand on her hip, pulling her slightly closer. She sighed and her hands went to his torso.

He was gentle and careful she was uncertain and reluctant. It was apparently the first kiss for both of them. But it was incredible. Her heart was full of love. She had closed her eyes but noticed the small smile on his lips when he broke away. Through the light he seemed to tower over her even more.

As if his shadow enveloped and covered her. Enchanting her and keeping her close. It was a pleasant feeling, there was only the two of them. She saw the small blush on his cheeks as he carefully let a hand wander over her breast. ,,Oh man," he murmured as he squeezed gently and she couldn't help but smile.

He was completely fascinated by the new feeling and she felt herself falling for him more and more. Dare said her inner voice and she reached for his other hand and brought it to her lips before giving it a soft kiss and placing it on her other breast. ,,That's wow - I mean, am-am I hurting you?" he asked suddenly, almost startled as he seemed to sense her brief shudder.

It was true that she was as good as inexperienced in the area of intimacy. At least as far as contact with twits was concerned, but now there was no better chance. She leaned forward and gave him another gentle kiss.

Before she told him, ,,No...please go on, it feels good," even though she also felt the warmth on her cheeks. They both seemed to have to overcome their insecurity little by little. With caution and uncertainty. She felt him deepen the kiss and his hands continued to run over her body. Exploring every inch and yet with a caution. With a caution almost out of fear of hurting her or out of rejection.

She noticed how he detached himself from her and his gaze went to the guest bed. Suddenly she realised what he meant but the uncertainty she had felt was almost gone. Instead, she felt comfortable, comfortable with the thought of what it could lead to.

Nodding slightly, she took his hand and he led her to the bed. Standing in front of it, he engaged her in another kiss just as he was about to say something. ,,I-" she started before suddenly a clang and a scream could be heard from below. ,,What was that?" she immediately asked in alarm and looked at Charlie who was looking at the door.

Walking past Charlie, she wanted to look outside. ,,If it's Jill, then-" she couldn't get any further when a hand suddenly came down on hers and he gently but firmly pulled her back. ,,It's only Kirby, she must have dropped a bottle," she heard him say, but his voice seemed to have almost changed.

The tone of lightness was gone. It seemed almost commanding, controlling. He's going to keep me here, she thought, feeling her heart beat fast.

But whether out of love or slight fear, she couldn't tell. ,,Are you sure? I mean, there's a murderer on the loose here," she admitted to her concerns and she flinched in surprise when she felt his lips on her neck. He laughed lightly. ,,It's a good thing we're together," he whispered and he seemed different.

As if his nice, friendly, almost sometimes retiring manner was to some extent an act. She felt him continue to spread kisses greedily and needily on her neck. His hands ran lightly over her breasts and he traced the lace of her bra. Goosebumps spread over her body.

A pleasant feeling. As if he was hiding behind something, knowing that he knew something. That he knew something she didn't. ,,Yeah...but here," she stated a little uncertainly and gently pushed him away from her. She knew that maybe it was a one-time moment and yet something inside her told her that something was wrong.

But what? She looked at him again. His eyes seemed darker, still blue, but the good seemed to be gone. His gaze held hers as if he was proud. But proud of what? ,,Are you sure everything is alright with Kirby?" she asked, trying to read his reaction. To her surprise, he almost sighed in annoyance. As if the talking was annoying him and he wasn't nervous at all.

As if he saw it as annoying. ,,The bitch is fine!," he said suddenly, upset but full of resentment. What happened? she asked herself again as she realised that something was definitely wrong. But he immediately realised his mistake as the girl took a step back. Away from him, back away from him. Out of fear. ,,Charlie...what have you done?" she dared to ask and her hands clawed at her skirt in fear of the truth.

Defensively he raised his hands and came towards her trying to explain himself but stopped when she pointed at his shirt. ,,Is-Is...that blood?" she asked, slightly afraid when she finally noticed the small dark spot on his white shirt. Astonishment was in his eyes as he wiped his fingers over the stain.

She saw him lick the substance from his fingers and an uncomfortable shiver came over her. ,,You-you are", ,,Ghostface" he finished her sentence before a knife bored into the wall next to her head, blocking her way. A short cry escaped her lips. Fear had a grip on her, devastating fear. Fear of dying, fear of being hurt. Fear of him in a mix of attraction.

It was scary. ,,Please Charlie," she tried, but whimpered as she felt his fingers brushing against the strands of her hair again. ,,Do you know how long I have waited for this moment?" he asked and seemed to be waiting for her answer.

But he didn't get it and only an anxious shake of the head. ,,No? Well, let's say long enough to know that you're just like me," he said with a happiness that couldn't have been more inappropriate. Not when the cold steel of the knife next to her head could still mean her death. ,,I didn't kill anyone," she dared to say, wincing as he laughed and his eyes darted briefly to the knife.

As if he were weighing when he would kill her. ,,Oh no, I don't mean that... no, I mean our kind, our feelings, you know? I mean we were both just too shy to talk to each other all the time" he explained what he meant and slowly she understood. Slowly she understood him.

Slowly she realised that her crush was a crazy serial killer who had wanted her as an honourary victim all along. She had been the victim for months. ,,And now you're going to kill me?" she asked, looking back from the knife into his eyes. Again he smirked and seemed to enjoy it.

Enjoying having the confidence, enjoying having something and not just being a plaything. He let go of her hairline and his hand moved carefully, almost shyly, over the warm skin of her neck.

Before he lingered there and slowly and gently put his hand around her neck. ,,No, no I would never kill you. Not like Kirby, that fucking bitch...I just didn't want to believe it until now. And now we finally have each other" he began to whisper softly, audible only to them both.

But clearly understandable. Has he had this side all this time? she asked herself, seeming to see this side of pent-up anger, hatred, disappointment and all the emotions only rarely if ever for the first time. And it fascinated her to a small extent inside.

Fascinated and frightened her. ,,I-I...was always afraid that you would never look at me," she suddenly admitted. For fear that they would be her last words. For fear of never having confessed to him. ,,I have always seen you, my precious girl" he murmured and gave her a soft chaste kiss on her lips.

As if he was going back to his old self for a moment. ,,What did you want to say to me earlier?" the question seemed to come back to his mind. But there was a certain impulse in his eyes. As if he was afraid of getting the wrong answer. As if he was afraid that she had even played with him. Suddenly the grip around her neck became slightly stronger.

Not strong enough to cut off her air but enough to give her a warning before he picked up the knife again. ,,I-I wanted to say that I...love you," she admitted. They just looked at each other for a moment. For a moment in which he seemed to be weighing whether he could trust her.

A moment in which she decided whether she could trust him. A moment was enough before he pulled the knife out of the wall and kissed her. The metal clanked to the floor, but it was nothing. It didn't matter that he was Ghostface, it didn't matter that she was actually afraid.

It was the realisation that they loved each other that penetrated them both and made them forget their situation for a moment. ,,I love you too" she heard him say and it was the first time in the night that she felt hope next to fear. Hope that when all this was over she had a chance at love with Charlie. A chance that everything would turn out well.

Because she knew if she didn't make it out of here he would keep her for himself. Because underneath his friendly, cute, nerdy exterior, he was a hurt, scared, insecure serial killer who found redemption in her. And they both seemed to know that she could give him love.

The love to forgive him for what he had done. She was his and whether she wanted to or not he would not let her go. His sweet, dear, beautiful light of hope. No she would never leave him. He would make sure of that.

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