#✽ (050.) i write the songs that make the whole world sing (charlie)

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@smiletimeisrunningout (continued from here)

“A WHOLE DAY?!?” For a moment, Charlie’s eyes went wide in shock, but only for a moment before his gaze softened once more. He’d experienced migraines a couple times before, but they was mostly from… WITHDRAWL. Emma’s were certainly a thousand times worse. Putting an arm around her gently, Charlie sighed softly, sympathy in his voice. “Stay here. I’ll… GET YOU SOME FOOD. And water.” He stood up. “What else do you need?”

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HE’D BEEN SO WORRIED. Charlie genuinely hadn’t realized how much he cared about Emma until now. She was probably one of his best friends on the island, and he couldn’t bear to lose her. Maybe he’d been a LITTLE overdramatic with the tackle hug, but still.

“I was worried,” Charlie admitted, hugging her tightly. “You can be A REAL DUMBASS sometimes, you know that?” In his mind, that meant he had every right to be worried.

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over (Charlie bc cute!) - @fantasywritten - self indulgent meme

Emma squeaked and laughed as the force of the impact with Charlie sent her down on the sand, and she held onto him for dear life too, beaming even as she kept giggling, "Missed me, sunshine? You didn't think I wasn't coming back, did ya?" She had never been welcomed so enthusiastically before and it did wonders to her heart - less so to her back. She gave him a smacking kiss to the cheek. "I didn't give the island permission to kill me, so…"

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stressed out musicians unite!

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“You’ve heard of Drive Shaft, right?” Charlie asked, letting out an anxious sigh and resting his head on his hand as he leaned over the table. “They’re… popular. Aren’t they? And they’re… they’re good, right?”

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tag drop 6/?

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Charlie shouldn’t have been surprised. Who was he kidding? Drive Shaft had been a failure; a one-hit wonder, and it had barely even been a hit. His brother had taken full credit for if, anyway. Letting out a tired sigh, Charlie nodded. “I guess I can’t call myself famous, then,” he muttered under his breath, barely even looking at Desmond.

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“You’ve heard of Drive Shaft, right?” Charlie asked, letting out an anxious sigh and resting his head on his hand as he leaned over the table. “They’re… popular. Aren’t they? And they’re… they’re good, right?”

The expression he gave wasn’t pitying, but it was curious. There was a tone to the younger man’s voice that suggested maybe this was deserving of a little bit of pity, but he maintained only curiosity. “…Don’t think I have.” A pause. “Sorry.”

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@forgivingtouches asked: "Don’t I know you from somewhere?” ( violet and charlie )

As soon as those words reached Charlie’s ears, a wide grin spread across his face. Oh, he’d been waiting for this question. People didn’t tend to recognize him often; his brother was the star of the band, but Charlie was a pretty big deal, too.

He played it as cool as he could. “Don’t think so,” he replied calmly, the grin still on his face. “I look familiar, though, yeah?” He held up his hand, showing off the Drive Shaft ring on his finger. “Here’s a hint.”

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@rcdwoodkiller asked: “ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“Bloody… hell.” Charlie’s breathing was heavy as he clutched his abdomen, panting heavily. How the hell was he going to walk when he’d just had all the air knocked out of him? Slowly, he pushed himself off the ground, grunting loudly as he did so.

“I’m getting too old for this,” he muttered under his breath before managing to stand up, grabbing Xavier’s arm for support. “I think I can walk… maybe I can run, we’ll see… you’re right, we have to go…” His breathing was labored, but Charlie was still standing. Shakily, but standing nonetheless.

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SHE WASN’T GIVING UP, was she? Charlie sighed heavily, eyes rolling as he crossed his arms. “Emma. DROP IT. Leave me alone.” His voice was deadly serious — and yet, there was something in his eyes. GUILT. Sadness. Maybe even fear. But he’d be damned before he admitted it out loud.

“I’m FINE, okay? I’m just exhausted and I want to be left ALONE.”

get the fuck out of my face. (Ok but imagine a drugged Charlie trying to push her away-) @fantasywritten

"No, Charlie." It's firm but it's not aggressive, she's not about to escalate whatever the hell this is. "I don't know what's wrong with you, but I'm worried. And I need to make sure you are okay. Or if you are not... well, I'm going to try to make it better if I can. I don't care if you insult me all the way through it. I'm a big girl. Metaphorically. I can take it."

There was something familiar about it, but it was all new and very confusing, and Emma couldn't guess yet. "Talk to me, honey."

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“JESUS, Emma.” Charlie let go of her hand, which he had been squeezing for the past few minutes while she rode out the worst of her migraine. “Does that happen A LOT?”

open to all, princess&modern

The migraine was gone, and she still felt sore all over but it was distinctly better. It was the one thing that could make her disappear, more than any wound, and Emma wiped her face from the tears left and sat down. "See, I told you it wouldn't kill me, I just needed time." But it had certainly looked like it.

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CHARLIE LEANED INTO HER EMBRACE, sighing softly as he let his head rest on her shoulder. She was sweet; she was sweet not only to him, but to Claire — and basically to EVERYONE. And he liked her; she was fun to be around. He smiled up at her. “SWEETIE? What, you going soft on me, Emma?” He chuckled lightly as he pulled back from the hug. “Uh… THANKS. A lot.” He’d needed that hug more than he cared to admit.

open for someone she cares for who openly/secretly wanted this

"Come here, sweetie..." Emma smiled, the casual lean turning into a hug so she could offer at least some affection.

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That was… devastating. Charlie’s head lowered, and he let out a soft sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Bloody hell. No one knows who I am,” he groaned, resting his face in his hands exhaustedly. Had he been alone, he knew of a way he could feel better, but he couldn’t do it in front of a complete stranger who could very well rat him out to the police.

“You’ve heard of Drive Shaft, right?” Charlie asked, letting out an anxious sigh and resting his head on his hand as he leaned over the table. “They’re… popular. Aren’t they? And they’re… they’re good, right?”