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unqualified-therapist · 6 months

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notes and my annoying ass chatting under the cut

finally, after five months of being fixated on this guy and his family, ive made him a design thats not an au design!! im a stern demoncicle and angelriana believer and i will fight for that 💪

people (3) also said in the poll i made they wanted to see more of my art so . enjoy i suppose

here’s some notes about the design!

- charlie was originally a slime human hybrid, but after besting his 7 siblings in battle to live, a demon took pity(?) on him and made him strong enough to kill his father and escape

- his scars are those goopy green spots on his skin! that’s because those parts were weakened by the attacks, whatever they were (explosions and swords mostly) and it became basically impossible to cover his slimy nature

- wears fingerless gloves made of fake leather for when he’s hard at work in eggxile or wherever to not damage his hands too much

- baghera pierced his ears for them and when he saw them they reminded him of mariana’s and he cried

- his pants are torn baggy jeans, he’s just too lazy to get a better pair or even care

- when he set back out to eggxile after being at marianas house, he took one of her capes and fashioned it around his waist without telling him; he doesn’t wear it when working on the house/mining and cleans it frequently to not dirty it

- funny gunky guy’s big tail helps him give awesome hugs

- as u can tell he has on a tanktop under the white button up with the signature 3 hearts on it

- never ever takes off his wedding ring thats the marker of his wife baby. sometimes he fiddles with it or spins it but never removes it

- he and mariana painted their nails black just after sexo #3 and he kept one of the bottles to fix it if it chipped away too much

anyways he’s my blorbo i love him. i hc him using he/him pronouns bc he would be he/it but he has trauma tied to being called it (dehumanized by father) so he’s a silly he/him gay boy >:3

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medlarmeadows · 16 days

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Life’s too short not to rizz up the beautiful stranger in the club

Charlie Slimecicle x fem!reader

Synopsis: Charlie rizzes you up in a club (respectfully).

Warning(s): drinking alcoholic beverages, clubbing (no grinding! Leave space for Jesus, kids), swearing.

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Just a little fic inspired by Charlie’s new clubbing arc (he posted going to the club once). Also, I’ve only ever been to the club once and have never interacted with anybody outside my group of friends there so if this is super inaccurate, I am sorry.

masterlist here!

The bass boosted music shook the room as Charlie danced amongst his friends. Sweaty bodies pressed against each other; drinks were passed around. The club seemed to be mostly filled with jovial college students who had just finished their final exams for the semester, giving rise to an even more chaotic atmosphere than normal.

The swivelling and ever-changing coloured lights barely lit the club up, and yet he saw you so clearly. He swore you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He struggled to tear his gaze from you so as to not stare for too long, especially when he almost locked eyes with you.

But goddamn, you were gorgeous.

Out of his peripheral vision, he saw you leave the dance floor and head towards the bar, presumably to get a drink. All it took was a few encouraging words (and well-meaning teases) for him to muster up the courage to approach you.

“Hey.”

You turned your gaze towards Charlie, and his breath caught in his lungs.

“Hey,” you replied.

Charlie felt heat rise up to his cheeks, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t just from the heat of the club.

“I, uhm,” damnit Charlie you can do this “You’re really beautiful, and I was wondering if I could buy you a drink if that’s okay? I’m Charlie, by the way.”

Your lips parted, almost as if you were surprised, before it turned into a coy smile.

“I’m Y/N, and you’re really beautiful too.”

Error 404 not found in Charlie’s brain.

Charlie stuttered for a moment, messing with his already messed up hair to take a moment to recalibrate. In that moment, he summoned every past experience he had flirting with his friends during DnD sessions.

“So,” he tilted his head at you. “What drink would the pretty lady like?”

Pink spread across your cheeks, and he would have mistaken it as a trick of the light if you hadn’t stuttered out:

“Whiskey, uhm, whiskey coke would be great.”

Charlie shot you a smirk before turning to the bartender to place your orders. The two of you stood in relative silence, bar the club music, as the drinks were prepared. Once the drinks were served, you immediately took a sip.

“God, I needed some of that liquid courage,” you admitted, cheeks still pink.

“So do I,” Charlie said, taking a sip of his. “God, do you know how much courage it took for me to approach someone as beautiful as you.”

“What?”

Your cheeks seemed to get even redder, and you took a larger sip from your drink.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at you.

“What, you don’t believe me? Look at you, at your outfit – ”

“I believe you about that, I know I’m gorgeous,” you joked, twirling a piece of your hair in your fingers. “I meant about the courage part.”

“I’m surprised you couldn’t tell based on how I was tripping over my words trying to offer you a drink.”

For some reason, that cracked you up, causing you to throw your head back as your laughed. In that moment, you didn’t seem to care how you looked in front of Charlie, and in that moment, he thought you were the most beautiful human alive.

“Oh my god,” you breathed. “I think – I think it’s hard for me to see that you’re nervous when I was internally battling my own nerves.”

At that, Charlie’s jaw dropped.

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“No,” he exaggerated.

You snorted.

“Do you know how long I had been working up the courage to come talk to you? I literally left the dance floor to get a drink in order to hype myself up to approach you. You just beat me to the punch.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No, have you seen yourself?” Your eyes unashamedly checked him out as you gestured at his clothes. “You’re gorgeous. If I wasn’t so down bad for you, I would be jealous of your fit.”

Charlie hid his burning cheeks behind another sip of his drink.

“Now, what gentleman would I be if I let the lovely lady dish out all the compliments? We could trade all night long, or – ” He extended a hand towards you. “You could join me on the dance floor.”

You took a second to consider him, before you knocked back the remainder of your drink.

“I just met you, but fuck it, let’s go.”

You put your hand in his. A spark of mischief lit up Charlie’s eyes as he intertwined your fingers together, chuckling when your expression turned flustered.

“But none of that grinding shit, alright?” you said. “We’re technically still strangers.”

“Of course, my lady,” Charlie said, a spark in his eyes. “We’ll be super classy and refined.”

The two of you ended up on the dance floor busting your asses like no one else. Classy was the random macarena dance break, and refined was the failed ballroom dip Charlie attempted that almost caused you to fall onto the dirty club floor.

When you had been with your friends (who had teased your obvious immediate crush on Charlie), psyching yourself to talk to him, you didn’t think you would end up laughing your way through the night.

Of course, that didn’t stop the butterflies. The initial adrenaline from the alcohol faded eventually, and every brief contact with Charlie sent butterflies to your stomach.

You don’t know how he didn’t sense your obvious fluster when you so acutely felt your cheeks aflame. You don’t know how he didn’t realise how infatuated you were with him when he briefly held you close to his chest and you swore your heart was thumping louder than the music.

You spent the rest of the night dancing with Charlie, your cheeks hurting from how hard you were smiling and laughing. At some point, your friends came over to bid you goodbye, insisting that you text them when you reached home and threatening Charlie with his life if they didn’t hear back from you. Subsequently, Charlie’s friends also left, and before you knew it, the club was closing.

“That was so much fun,” Charlie said, his breathing slightly laboured from the strenuous Rasputin routine he had done.

You were also panting, but from being doubled over laughing at him.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wiping away a tear that had escaped your eye, no doubt smudging your eyeliner. “I can’t believe the night is over, I really enjoyed dancing with you.”

You catch a glimpse of something in Charlie’s eye, before one of his hands barely cupped your jaw.

“May I?” he asked, the other hand reaching towards your eye, no doubt to correct your eyeliner.

Your breath caught in your lungs, brain stuttering at the closeness and intimacy of the gesture.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

His thumb brushed under your eye gently, smoothing over your skin and hopefully wiping away any smudge you had caused. You felt your cheeks warm with nervousness you hadn’t felt since Charlie approached you at the bar, and you bit your lip to try to hide it.

Charlie’s eyes darted to your lips, lingering for a second before he backed away quickly.

“Sorry,” he apologised, and you immediately missed the sensation of his hands on your face. “I hope I wasn’t crossing any boundaries – ”

“You weren’t,” you reply too fast, almost choking over your words.

Clearing your throat, you tried again, but Charlie beat you to it:

“I really enjoyed tonight with you.” He messed with his hair for the hundredth time. “And I was hoping if I could see you again?”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, mind travelling a million miles an hour as you considered the fact that Charlie – handsome, beautiful, funny, Charlie – wanted to see you again after tonight. And all your mouth could produce was:

“Sure.”

Immediately, his eyes lit up.

“Could I have your number?” he asked, fumbling with his pockets for his phone.

“Yea – yeah, sure,” you repeated yourself, cringing inwardly.

He passed you his phone, and you shakily type in your number. After passing it back to him, Charlie typed a few things. Your phone vibrated in your pocket.

unknown, 5.38am: it’s me, Charlie :)

Grinning, you sent back a reply:

y/n, 5.39am: hey there, stranger

Charlie snorted, before pocketing his phone.

“I’m not kidding, by the way,” his gaze turned sincere, one hand reaching to hold yours when you let him. “Tonight was so much fun, and I really like you. I mean that beyond your amazing beauty – and you are so, so gorgeous – ” You flushed again. “ – and your questionable ability to do a floss – ” You smacked his shoulder with your free hand. “ – you’re an amazing person, and I would love to get to know you for real.”

You took a moment to collect yourself, barely holding yourself together as you gazed into Charlie’s soft, sincere eyes.

“I would love to get to know you for real, too,” you replied. Calling back to an earlier action of his, you took initiative to intertwine your hands together.

In a sudden rush of boldness, you stood on your toes and delivered a quick peck to Charlie’s cheek. When you withdrew, you were pleased to see you had managed to fluster the man as much as you were currently feeling.

“Okay, okay,” he stuttered, before taking in a deep breath to compose himself as you giggled. “I, uhm, I guess I’ll see you another time?”

“Of course, just drop me a text, stranger."

When you finally made it back to your flat, the sun was just barely starting to rise. You let your friends know you were back home safely before dropping Charlie a text:

y/n, 6.35am: heyy, I made it back alive :)

charlie, 6.36am: so did I! have a good rest :)

y/n, 6.36am: you too :D

charlie, 3.15pm: are you free Saturday for coffee? my treat

y/n, 3.16pm: only if you let me buy you ice cream after

Charlie, 3.17pm: sounds like a plan, stranger ;)

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