#charlie1

[nicotine-noah]

As heat week went on, even Noah was getting a little worn out. If he hadn't had to wear the collar it wouldn't have been an issue since his incubus half would have been empowered by it. He got a little bit of that benefit from his nature but the collar mostly cancelled it out. Even if he was a little tired and sore, though, that didn't stop Noah from still being willing. Sex was the only drug he had access to in the Undercroft and he was definitely prepared to overdose on it.

Noticing the dragon that had briefly escaped but been brought back, Noah threw himself down beside him. "Wound up back down here with the rest of us again, huh? De Luca not gonna take you back, or what?" Running away from the Undercroft made sense but having a room and some cushy life with a councilman? Didn't make much sense to Noah. He figured the dragon was in heat (they went through heat, right? Seemed like there weren't a lot of people down here who weren't) so leaned closer to him than had to. "Happy to help you forget about it for a while." He smirked.

@thecharleswinchester

[adrasian]

Adrasia listened with an expression of muted concern still, a lingering uncertainty of how much what Charlie said could be understood as being unbiased. But he still couldn't blame the young dragon for his biases, given even just Adrasia's very surface level understanding of his history. "That type of behavior I think surprises none of us who have had the pleasure of entertaining their types here." He nodded slowly at the information about punishments, quietly wondering how often the masters here liked to handle their problems personally. Given the free rein to punish as they saw fit... Adrasia misliked the places his imagination led him. "It's late," He said quietly after a moment's silence, eyes flicking back to Charlie's face, "Will he be expecting you?" They had talked for surprisingly long, in the Undercroft's witching hour gloom.

"Nah, it's...you're fine. I just realized how stupid it sounds to basically stick up for him, especially considering when he first claimed me, I'm pretty sure a lot of the shit he did was just because he knew I hated it." Or, at least, he did it partly because Charlie had hated a lot of the outfits and various "adjustments" Raphael had done to him over those years. None of it had been painful exactly, but a lot of it had been damn embarrassing. The dragon cleared his throat, lifting his head up to look at Adrasia again. "I don't think so, at least I haven't heard of anyone else getting punishments like that. Honestly, his master is just a complete asshole, anyway. He was probably looking for a reason to scar him up." Charlie offered a small smile. "Well, I don't plan on giving him a reason to try."

[marcusmixes]

If you knew nothing about Marcus – which he found most people did - and were totally fucking stupid – which he found most people were – then you would probably assume that night-clubs were right up his alley. Marcus dealt in music, blasting it as loud as is medically safe to human ears through his headphones, and he was certainly no stranger to sneaky joint in the comfort of his own flat. The common denominator, of course, being that Marcus found comfort in both music and drugs while tucked neatly into his own comfort zone, away from the loud boom of an inconsistent bassline, poor sub control, and the sweaty bodies of strangers. 

Producers, directors and executives alike tended to primarily focus on where the money was rolling in, rather than focus their attention on the actual talent behind the sound. Case in point: Marcus Greene had found himself situated in arguably one of New York’s busiest clubs on a random Tuesday night, cringing away from the unwanted touch of some Big Wig record producer who kept insisting on resting his hand on his thigh. After a solid thirty minutes of what was allegedly being confidently referred to as active negotiations, Marcus waved away the contract that was currently stuck to the table in front of him, remnants of jäger bombs glueing it to the surface. The Brit wasn’t drinking, but the men scouting him – and poorly, at that – had been. 

Feeling resigned already and bored out of his mind at their misguided attempts at poaching him, Marcus pushed to his feet and held up a hand to silence the protests that were readily flowing from their lips. 

“Even if the money you were offering me was even worth half a glance, I still wouldn’t be interested,” Marcus stated bluntly, his voice lifting into a near-shout to be heard over the music that filled the club. He had never been interested in policing his tone with people he didn’t like. He had no desire to baby anyone, and he wasn’t about to apologise for being honest. His mums had taught him better than that. “Your offer is shit, and I don’t like any of you. I’ve heard more than enough, and I’m not interested.” 

Without waiting for a retort, Marcus simply shrugged and turned his back on the men and redirected himself towards the entrance. 

Fists clenched at his side, Marcus glanced around him as drunk strangers sidled up next to him, hands pulling and grasping at him as thin-lipped girls so white-girl wasted on bottles of WKD tried to lure him out onto the dancefloor after them. Unfiltered and visibly disgusted, Marcus uttered several Absolutely Not’s as he openly grimaced in their direction, before veering away from the dancefloor entirely. 

Another thing that Marcus was looking forward to getting away from – besides the obvious presence of money-grabbing label execs and girls with their inhibitions so loose even Natasha Bedingfield might have something to say about it – was getting well away from the jarring music that was chorusing over the speakers. Earlier on in the night – back when he’d arrived over 40 minutes early for his ‘meeting’, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he’d tried, to no avail, at finding a quiet corner to burrow himself in – Marcus had noted the DJ at the decks. Primarily, he wouldn’t have paid him much notice, not in a setting so far from his realm of comfort, but he’d found himself enthralled with the way the man was seamlessly transitioning between tracks. From his song choices to the way he managed to command the room, even from behind his turntable, he seemed to have complete and total control over each sound that vibrated through the room, and each body that swayed in time to it. 

There was none of that, now. With the DJ from earlier seemingly gone, the room was filled with a mismatch of genres, mixed lazily together in a way that made him feel like his ears were bleeding. 

With another grimace, Marcus continued his search for the exit, before his gaze landed on the face of a stranger – but a familiar one, at that. Unthinking, he rerouted towards the other man before stopping abruptly in front of him, arms crossed awkwardly across his chest as he blocked the other man’s view, uncomfortably trying to garner his attention. 

“I saw your set earlier.” 

It was a statement, and a rather abrupt one at that. Kennedy often told Marcus that he could be... awkward. She didn’t say it with an unkindness, but merely because she knew that reading tone wasn’t entirely Marcus’ strong suit – particularly his own. It helped ground him on the rare occasions where he found himself not wanting to offend somebody. 

“Sorry. Let me try that again,” he winced, his voice muffled under the ruckus that the other alleged DJ was causing. “I enjoyed your set earlier. You were good. Really good.” 

[persephoneacts]

Persephone loved Charlie in ways she often struggled to quantify. Her best friend had been such a staple in her life for so long that she couldn’t — and didn’t want to — even begin to imagine her life without him. The fact that they’d found one another during the darkest period of Sephy’s life should’ve been a sure fire sign that he would soon become a distant memory, an acquaintance left behind on her road to recovery. The reality was that Sephy’s path to sobriety wasn’t a traditional one, her sponsor frowning on the particular company she kept. Charlie was the only person that had remained from that part of her life, but she wouldn’t dream of distancing herself no matter how it impacted her.

Between his reliance on drugs and alcohol, as well as his passion for music, Persephone found herself tucked away in the corners of night clubs, skin itching as people threw back shots on every side of her. Bathrooms weren’t a safe space either, with girls in their early twenties doing lines of coke off the edge of the sinks, dirty needles clattering to the floor of occupied stalls. Temptation lived in every corner of a bar or a club, with even Maggie going so far as to ask her: Does weed really count, though? This had been during the earlier days of their friendship, the other girl had at least gained some small semblance of self-awareness in the time since. Seph had found herself accompanying Maggie, Charlie, Ripley — and sometimes even Jax! — to seedy bars and clubs and house parties that had trouble written all over them, or far more sophisticated events that oftentimes proposed even higher risks.

Today was different, though, and she felt relieved. She’d never tell Charlie just how difficult it was attending his sets, and now that he and Ripley appeared to have hit it off — if you could even call it that — she didn’t see the point in being some Debby Downer when she could just suck it up and support her friends. But with Summer in full swing, Charlie had been chomping at the bit last week to tell her about the last-minute gig he’d managed to book. Far from the familiarity of his usual backdrop, Charlie’s set today was taking place on a small stage situated in the middle of Central Park. The sun was shining down on what appeared to be an EDM festival — Seph wouldn’t pretend to have even the faintest clue — and her best friend had been afforded the honour of headlining one of their smaller stages.

He currently had a crowd of about 150 people — huge by Sephy’s standards! — and the smile he was currently sporting was enough to heal Persephone of any ailments or misgivings she might have had about the day. Contrary to the way she felt about her older cousin, Persephone wasn’t heartless, and it hadn’t gone amiss to her just what yesterday had been. She missed Jules every day, and she knew how much Billy must be hurting today. The urge to pick up the phone or simply stop by his apartment had been difficult to turn away from, an ache building in her chest as she’d fought with herself to not go one step further and lose herself to the bottle instead.

Sufficed to day, Charlie’s set was proving to be a much needed distraction, her cheeks warm as she beamed from the side of the stage as he finished up his set, lightning on his feet as he bounced around with unbridled glee, blowing kisses to the crowd as he waved himself off. Watching Charlie perform was like being bathed in a warm glow, his presence as welcoming as the perfect hug. Addictions and bad habits aside, Charlie was her sanctuary.

“Oh my God, oh my God, can I get your autograph?” Persephone gushed, laughter peeling from her lips as he finally came within reaching distance.

Without hesitation, Persephone launched herself into his arms, her own wrapping snug around his neck, legs coming to circle his waist. She trusted Charlie implicitly and knew he’d catch her as she smothered his cheeks and forehead in kisses.

“You totally rocked that, babe! Holy shit! You should totally check out how many new instagram followers you have. I handed out business cards,” she informed him, feeling smug as she released her hold on him, slipping back down onto the cushy grass beneath their feet. “I’m a real ass Business Bitch.”

[ashton-ryder]

"Yeah.." Ashton exhaled his own tension he held in him, mist dancing in the cold air before evaporating. He folded his arms on the edge and rested his chin on them as he gazed up at the natural wonder of the universe. The world can be on fire and the universe will still go on. "It's why I really wanted to study it, it's beautiful, and terrifying, and exciting," his voice soft and murmured at the discussion of space. The night sky had always gave him a weird sense of comfort since young, whenever he was scared, or lonely, or angry, it remained at peace, a reminder that they're so small in the grand scheme of things, that surely whatever they have going on, life goes on. And every single person at least shared one thing in common, that everyone came from the same place in the universe.

He was caught off guard by the sudden arms around him as he straightened his back again, arms awkwardly in the arm for a moment before settling to return the comforting embrace. "Hey, it's nothing, you did most of the work anyways. You got yourself up here, I just pointed out some things to look at," Ash threw her a smile when he pulled back. Truly, the courage for her to come up to the roof's entrance was probably the hardest part of it all and she did that by herself. "Had enough of the heights? We can head back down, I was thinking about getting some tea at the diner anyways after all this cold."

Brows lifting at his hesitation, Charlie gave her little finger a little wag to push him toward linking his own with it, refusing to let him pull down the feel food vibes they'd managed to replace her anxiety with. Smile somehow managing to grow even larger as his pinkie wrapped around her own, Charlie gave a little bounce of their joined hands before letting go. At least of their conjoined pinkies, for his other hand was still held oh so securely in her other, at least until they were at the edge and he finally let go.

Transferring her grip to the bar along the top of the ledge wall, she refused to look down even a little, instead keeping her eyes on the upper windows of the floors across from her in case she could catch movement in them as well. "Not so bad..." Though breathless, she had to admit that he was right, because the view itself was breath taking, especially with the blanket of stars painting the sky above them. "It's so beautiful...." Even so she wasn't sure she'd be able to get back to the ledge yet by herself, but it would be easier to do in the future. Spending time with Roman beneath a sky more beautiful than any artist could do justice seemed like a dream that was actually within reach. A moment of peace and beauty among all the horror of the time.

Turning her attention back to Ashton, she didn't even think before turning to wrap her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you for this, Ashton. I wish I could tell you how much it means to me."

[skyguywrites]

key:

❗️= old or important threads/threads to prioritise. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

dan owes.

❗️henry/diego3 - 27 june // 9 notes // opp: michaela

❗️raff/mav/harlow1 - 30 june // 4 notes // opp: michaela/jenny

❗️max/ivy2 - 7 july // 4 notes // opp: michaela

❗️eli/annie2 - 8 july // 4 notes // opp: michaela

wardo/flynn1 - 10 july // 3 notes // opp: michaela

marley/poppy1 - 29 july // 2 notes // opp: michaela

henry/diego4 - 6 aug // 2 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian1 - 8 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/amelia1 - 11 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

joey/micah1 - 12 aug // 1 note // opp: michaela

ripley/amira1 - 13 aug // 3 notes // opp: michaela

bradley/sephy2 - 2 sept // 1 note // opp: michaela

❗️rae/flynn1 - 4 sept // 5 notes // opp: michaela

marley/jessie2 - 14 sept // 1 note // opp: michaela

❗️raff/mav2 - 19 sept // 4 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/olly1 - 23 sept // 0 notes // opp: michaela

keeley/théo1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/colin1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

simon/matthias1 - 24 sept // 1 note // opp: jenny

marley/harlow2 - 29 sept // 5 notes // opp: jenny

dante/marcus1 - 30 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

jen owes.

❗️harlow/rafferty1 - 25 june // 8 notes // opp: danielle

❗️louis/wardo4 - 26 june // 3 notes // opp: danielle

matthias/colin1 - 29 july // 4 notes // opp: michaela

charlie/persephone1 - 7 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

noah/flynn1 - 12 aug // 1 note // opp: michaela

maggie/amelia1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

ariadne/jasper1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

louis/scotty1 - 14 aug // 2 notes // opp: michaela

killian/amira1 - 31 aug // 2 notes // opp: michaela

jackson/annie1 - 4 sept // 4 notes // opp: michaela

jackson/dante2 - 12 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

matthias/colin1 (moment) - 24 sept // 5 notes // opp: michaela

billy/ariadne1 - 25 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

louis/wardo1 (moment) - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

❗️chess/matty2 - 29 sept // 8 notes // opp: michaela

charlie/marcus1 - 29 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

michaela owes.

amelia/ripley1 - 5 sept // 1 note // opp: danielle

bonnie/rory1 - 14 sept // 1 note // opp: danielle

ivy/chess3 - 14 sept // 3 notes // opp: jenny

colin/matthias1 (moment) - 24 sept // 6 notes // opp: jenny

kian/louis1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: jenny

marcus/maggie1 - 24 sept // 2 notes // opp: jenny

billy/simon2 - 24 sept // 2 notes // opp: danielle

kian/ezra1 (moment) - 24 sept // 2 notes // opp: danielle

théo/lando1 - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

❗️flynn/rae1 - 29 sept // 6 notes // opp: danielle

elodie/charlie1 - 29 sept // 2 notes // opp: jenny

[dombaccari]

WHERE: spooktacular soiree. WHO: @charliemulgrave​ & dom.

Dom was miserable. In his jeans, leather jacket, and army boots, he stood out among the crowd of witches and vampires and superheroes. The world was truly fucking backwards if his outfit stood out in a crowd. He’d been offered drinks and dances and garnered playful frowns when he turned them all down. He’d even gotten an “aw, smile! It’s a party!” that made him want to start throwing punches. As if he’d come here by choice. 

Keeping to the edges of the party, he watched on in disdain. All the money that had gone into this bullshit party could have fed a starving family for a year. And the longer he looked at it, the angrier he became. The wealthy did not deserve their wealth.

As if they’d been trained to appear at the very worst moment, he was approached by someone holding two cups of the house drinks. He waved them away, but they insisted. And because he figured punching them wouldn’t go over well, he simply gave up the fight before it began. But he took them both because fuck them. 

Double fisting wasn’t exactly his style, though, and as his eyes landed on someone who seemed just as excited to be there as he was, he made his way over. Not usually one to be social, he merely thrust the drink out towards the man. “This was forced on me, so I’m paying it forward.”

[lovesickelodie]

Elodie found herself beaming with delight, her amusement turning into genuine elation as Sexy Surfer Guy matched her energy. His pride hadn’t taken nearly as brutal a beating as she’d earlier assumed, laughter spilling from his lips at her quip, his own volleyed back in return. Pleased with herself, Elodie sprang into action, allowing his much larger hand to envelope her own as she helped pull him to his feet. As tiny in stature as she was, she’d spent enough of her life in the gym or riding waves far stronger than her, as well as soaring through the sky with nothing but a bit of plastic beneath her feet, ready to cut through a layer of snow at excessive force. She had no choice but to be strong. 

Now at full height and situated in front of her, a cheeky grin stretching his features wide, it occurred to her just how adorable Sexy Surfer Guy really was. He wasn’t what you’d consider tall by most people’s standards – probably around Théo’s height, from what she could gauge – but Elodie had always been fairly pocket-sized, so she’d always been the first in line to celebrate a short king. His smile was goofy in a way that made her want to laugh right alongside him. He was downright precious. 

Narrowing her eyes, Elodie pretended to be deep in thought. Feeling a little playful, she shot a glance over her shoulder at Amelia, who was now lazily stretched out with her tummy flat against her board, arms lazily turning as she paddled through the water and away from her friend. Immediately, she knew she could have a little fun with this one, so it was good to know he wouldn’t have too much of an audience to her teasing. 

“Hmm, I’m thinking maybe a four?” Elodie mused, slowly appraising him. 

She took her time letting her eyes roam up and down his frame, taking him in. She wasn’t flirting – not exactly, not by her usual standards – but she knew her gaze tended to have quite the effect on men. And given that he was already standing in front of her looking a little embarrassed, she wondered just how red she could turn those cheeks. Training her eyes on his tummy, Elodie paused for thought, her tongue poking out cutely as she allowed herself a few moments to admire the delicious 6-pack she could make out under a thin layer of sand. Okay, so maybe this was a teensy bit for her own gain, too. 

Finally, content with her observations, she tipped her head back up to catch his eye, giggling to herself. Reaching out – slowly and as mindful as she could be of his body language, not wanting to cross a line or make him uncomfortable – she let her palm brush his chest, fleetingly. Her fingers skimmed his pecs, moving lower; just enough to dust off some of the grains that clung to his skin. 

“I suppose if I’m being really generous, I could add a few points for the hair. That fall was biblical, but the water really did wonders for those curls, cutie!” Elodie insisted as she withdrew her hand, now winding her own blonde locks around her forefinger instead. 

She thought she was done there, but her mind still ran wild with ways to coax a giggle out of him, so she offered up a shrug of her shoulders, gesturing to the open water behind them once again. 

“I should cut you some slack, really. Not everyone’s first time on a surfboard is a success, you know?” Elodie’s expression was solemn, her cheek sore as she sank her teeth into the inside of it, willing herself not to burst into laughter at his expense. 

He could blame the sun, or maybe just the blinding hotness of a pretty girl atop a surfboard, but Charlie barely had time to register the girl’s warning, called across the waves in her cute, geographically ambiguous accent, before he was off the board and on his back.

Charlie had taken worse tumbles in his life. A semi-permenant state of drunkeness coupled with an affinity for coke and weed meant he was constantly falling over on a night out. Or to be honest, just walking from the bedroom to his bathroom. Whether he was stumbling around on all fours on a sticky nightclub floor, or falling off his board, Charlie's body was in a constant state of disrepair, littered with bruises and scrapes and cuts. So when his body - still in a sore state due to this morning’s hangover - hit the packed sand, he lay there with the wind knocked out of him, hand patting the top of his curly head, over his stomach and down to his thighs, as though to ascertain everything was there - before he let out a bark of laughter.

The blanket of blue sky overhead was all Charlie could see, and for a brief moment he could imagine that's all there was, no onlookers, no ridiculously hot surfer chick who'd watched him eat shit, no Amy who was sure to give him the ribbing of a lifetime, just his toes digging into the hot sand and the blissful rolling clouds. Squinting hard, Charlie closed his eyes against the pervasive sunlight. When he opened them, the pretty blonde was hovering over him.

“Buy me dinner first.” he chuckled, from flat on his back. Extending an arm, he held his palm out so the woman could help him up.

Putting his hand in hers, Charlie pulled himself up to a standing position, springing up. To make matters worse, his body was covered in a fine, gritty layer of sand. Not exactly the first impression he wanted to make, well, technically the second, he guessed.

“On a scale of one to ten,” he asked, flashing her his best puppydog smile, “How bad was that, exactly?”

[sahidchettair]

Location: photo studio @charliekwensi​

With the passing weeks, Sahid took public transport further and further away from home and the hospital to hang the posters. They walked into most establishments, no longer afraid of making the request to leave behind a poster or two.

They were waiting for the receptionist to get off of the phone, stealing a moment to look around the place. There were photographs hanging every where, of people that looked like they were models or actors. Sahid didn’t own a tv or a netflix account, leaving them with just browsing videos on youtube if they ever gave themselves that time.

The receptionist tapped their arm and they shared their request with a guilty smile. There was a moments pause before a hand was reaching for the flyer they were holding out. They turned to leave, watching the door at the end of the hallway opening up to reveal a studio of some kind. They watched a person leaving, thinking she must be a model, her hair looked like it had been given a whole lot of attention, as did her make up. They couldn’t help staring.

[topher-romijn]

Stars in your Eyes || Charlie & Topher

Location: Memorial Park @charliekwensi​

It had to be something in the air. Like: with weird and horrifying circumstances - none of which revolved around Topher however - good things were also bound to happen. First Talia - a huge surprise that still had Topher in a state of heightened excitement - and now this huge star was sitting on a bench right opposite of them. Topher had been trying to make up their mind on how to approach her for a while now, but she was reading something, and they didn’t want to disturb her. 

So when she finally put down her paper, Topher walked towards her, a bright smile on their face, nervously holding their bag in their hands. Now, what do you say to someone who is a huge star? “Hi, uhm. Thank you for your talent.” Great, good start, absolutely fantastic. Super smooth. 

[zach-bastiaans]

Your hands protect the flames || Charlie & Zach

Location: Blackrock Police station Time: 29th of November, 2019 @charlierussoreeves

Zach needed to take a chance. He knew some things, and information was being uncovered within town that would suggest crazy things were happening. He wanted more information. But he didn’t know how. He didn’t know how to give himself access to some of the major players, trying to collect intel or at least get a better understanding of the case without being clear about it. 

The head of the Blackrock police department clearly wasn’t the type of person to talk a lot, to share things that might be precious to the investigation. So Zach planned to play a different angle. 

He was waiting near the entry desk, he had made an appointment five work days ago. He had worked out some questions on a pad that the other activists had wanted him to ask about the investigation into the wolf on the square. In the name of PETA, of course. He was just one of the protestors, working for an official organisation, hoping to get some answers. 

[alec-flynn]

sry-chrlie​:

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As soon as Charlie actually looked at Alec, he knew something was up. Alec gnawed on the side of his thumb like if he broke skin, his insides might reveal the secrets of the universe to him. Charlie knew what it was like to mistake blood for a cheat code. It never turned out pretty. There was always a game-ending glitch.

The Klonopin was doing nothing now for the way his heart beat in his chest. This was new territory. Terrifying territory. The chasm of Alec’s anxious gaze was one as yet unexplored. No matter how many times Charlie had joked about Alec showing up to parties with an acoustic guitar, the chords to Wonderwall, and all of his feelings, they’d never actually sat down for an important conversation the way this was threatening to be. 

What could possibly have happened?

Charlie began to take a step in Alec’s direction before the question stopped him in his tracks. “Uh… yeah, I think I’ve got a bottle of something back in my car. Give me a sec.” 

He jogged back out to the Tesla, briefly considering running away from this situation. But no. This was Alec. There was very little he wouldn’t do for his best friend. 

Returning with a fifth of bourbon, there was no hesitation this time. Charlie walked straight to Alec, sitting next to him on the ratty couch. Wordlessly, he opened the bottle, offering it to Alec for first swig.

“Not to jump the gun, but… your parents are okay, right?” he asked. “‘Cause I swear, dude, if Daisy kicks it before my dad, I will find God and wreck his day.” 

.

Alec’s fingers drummed anxiously against his thighs, nodding his head toward Charlie as he watched him back out through the door he’d just come in. He readjusted himself on the couch, letting his head fall back on the cushions as he looked up at the textured ceiling, trying to see pictures in the small shadows they cast. He was not well-acquainted with this kind of uneasiness and it felt as though every nerve crackled and fried, leaving him twitchy and defenseless. 

Charlie reentered and the relief caught in the tightness of his chest. The couch bowed beneath the added weight and Alec greedily reached for the bottle as it was offered to him. He took several gulps, the liquid burning its way down his throat and into his stomach where it sat like a reminder. It was only Charlie’s question that drew him back, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to understand the thought process. “What?” Realization dawned a half-second later, and Alec waved a dismissive hand as he held the bottle back out for Charlie to take. “Nah, man, nothing like that. They’re in, like, Nashville right now or some shit. Festival or something. They’re good.” 

He willed the alcohol to snake through his veins quicker, willed the words he didn’t have to come. He didn’t know where to start, didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know how he felt. It’d been a year and he was still just as lost.

“I fucked up,” he said suddenly, his eyes falling to the hands that clasped and unclasped in front of him. He knew that declaration was a pretty broad spectrum. It was sort of the pinnacle of who Alec was as a person. Frankly, he found it to be part of his charm. 

In any other situation, he would have made the joke, but instead he ran a hand through his hair again and realized the words were never going to come. There was no right order for what he was about to say. There was no poetry to be found here. “I hooked up with Damaris Bailey last year.” He paused, glancing over at Charlie, trying to get a read on him, wondering if he thought that was enough of a confession to warrant the tension that was bleeding out in the room. “And, I don’t know, like, two months later she, uh.” He chuckled once, though it was without humor, and ran a hand over the scruff that dusted his jaw. “She told me she was pregnant.”

[zachbastiaans]

Guarded || Charlie & Zach

[Reflection hour sped by quickly these days, and sometimes Zach even hoped there would be more of it, that he would be allowed to keep his seat and continue with the work he was doing. It wasn’t as if they really paid attention to him, regardless of his security level, he felt like he never gave them any reason to think he might be a problem. He held his manners, gave the guards who had to sit there for an other the respect they didn’t deserve, and sometimes stayed for a couple of minutes to make some small talk. But Zach never went into conversations if he didn’t think there was anything for him to get out of them. Their rebellion was going in the right direction, but he still felt limited due to the three stripes tattooed on his arm. Not everyone looked at them as he did, however, and he often forgot they were there too. If people asked, he told them it was because of his work as an activist before D-day. Which was a great conversation starter, because it said something they already knew: the government was trying everything they could to stay in power. But he had never been sure if it was just that, and he didn’t dare to ask.]

[He looked up quickly when the clock announced that they were allowed to leave again, and Zach stood from his seat, hiding the piece of paper and pencil in his jacket, and making his way up front as one of the last individuals to leave. Today’s oppressor was Charlie, who had been here for about as long as Zach had, although he wasn’t certain who had arrived first. The man was a little... he had no idea of how to say that in a kindly manner: dumb. But they had talked before.]

Hello Charlie. [He said, walking up to the man.] It was pretty uneventful today, wasn’t it? 

@charlie-freakin-essex

[dancingedge]

   Dragging her feet through the makeshift streets was one stray cat woman. She looked exhausted. Drained, even. Almost like she’d collapse at any given moment! Omitting a loud whine, Taokaka stops in her steps and casts her eyes to the ground beneath her.

   “Hrnnn... So tired... Why’s Tao so tired, meow? I’m not hungry, but... Mew... Tao wants to lie down and sleep forever...” She manages to take a couple more steps before falling face first. “Nyaaaaaaagh!!! Big dumb place! Big Dumb Hole! I’ve been feeling really tired since I got here. Meow!!” Right now, Taokaka didn’t really care if she was causing a scene, she wanted her misfortune to be known. She doesn’t expect anyone to help her but, she can’t help but voice her troubles. Tao musters up enough energy to crawl forward a bit, but ultimately gives up.

   “Noooo... Tao’s just gonna lie here and sleep. Mew.” Annnd she’s asleep. Poor thing is causing a bit of a road block now. Doesn’t this cat have any common sense?

@noctismortem

[j-u-u-u]

Soooo, my headcanon of the real finanle (not the shit version they gave us), after the happily ever after, when dean married cas and sam married eileen, chalie came back to life:

- Sam was out on a run when he met her (thinking it was the other charlie from apocalypse world) so he was just like "hey charlie, nice haircut" (because whe charlie1 died she had short curled hair, and last time he saw chatlie2 she had long straight hair) then she said something like "wow I was expecting a hug maybe for being back alive, not a complement on a hair you've already seen", then sam got really happy and gave her a hug

- when they went to see dean he reacted just like sam with the "nice haircut" thing, but sam told he she was THEIR charlie (she obviously asked them to explain the situation and what "their charlie" meant)

- she was so happy to know dean and cas got married (she always knew that would end up happening)

- because years ago they interrupted he making out with gilda, she convinced them to find her a girlfriend. So they started asking many women what they thought about their friend/sister

- that was when dean found a woman named kara who owned a cupcake bakery outside of chicago... and she and charlie started going out

- then when charlie was telling sam about her new date and started saying about kara... who was really sweet... owner of a cupcake bakery outside of chicago... smelled like peaches... then sam remembered what apocalypse!charlie had told him but he said nothing about that to no one

- eventually charlie and kara get married and sam knows they are soulmates

[kms-hire]

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