#prophet!chuck

“So.... you’re telling me that this is going to happen and the reason you know is because... you’re the one who wrote it?”  Chuck pressed his lips into a thin line, a sympathetic look, and nodded. “Correct.” “So, you’re not just a novelist...” “No.” “You’re a... prophet?” This was all sounding insane. Chuck was the most anxious person you knew. You would have expected prophets to be much more mysterious, commanding, .....well dressed? “Yes. Something like that,” he said, avoiding your eyes. “I’m really not sure what to do with this information. If I didn’t drop off groceries once a week you wouldn’t eat. You don’t even know how to do laundry. And you’re telling me that you know and have written out the future?” “Look, I know I’m not exactly what you would expect as a messenger of God but it’s true.” You stared at him with wide eyes. “What the hell...” He shrugged. “I ask myself that all the time.”

Author: Cherry🍒 Word Count: 407 Requested: Anonymous. Using prompt #24 (“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”)

The sound of creaking echoed through the dormant apartment, waking me from my deep slumber. Dull sunlight crept through cracks in the blinds as the sun slowly started to rise but darkness still mostly filled the home.

Another bang echoed through the apartment, startling me again. I reached my hand across the bed to where Chuck usually laid, only to find the bed empty and the warmth from where he laid starting to slowly fade. My feet recoiled from the coldness of the floor as I slowly started making my way to the door.

I quietly tip-toed into the kitchen, my eyes landed on a figure standing at the bench. Glass bottles were scattered along the bench and on the floor, all of them empty and a few were shattered. The figure reached for another bottle on the top shelf and filled the cup in front of him.

“Chuck? Sweetie, what are you doing?” Worry filled my voice as I slowly manoeuvred forward, trying to avoid the sharp shards of glass. My hands gently rest on Chuck's shoulders, turning him towards me. His eyes were blood-shot and empty, they held a look I’d never seen on Chuck before.

It was no secret that Chuck suffered from drinking problems, it had been a long, strenuous journey towards helping him heal. But this was the worst he’d ever been, and I had never felt more desperate and heartbroken for him.

I pulled him tightly against me, soothingly rubbing his back. He pulled away slightly, trying to grasp at the vodka bottle resting on the bench next to us. I pulled him away from the bottle, aiming him towards the stairs as he drunkenly wobbled on his feet.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka,” I sighed sadly, “It’s time for bed, Sweetie. We’ll talk about this when you wake. We’re going to get you help, I promise you.”

Chuck mumbled something beneath his breath as I walked him towards the bed. I pressed a soft, loving kiss to his cheek, letting him know that everything was okay.

-Chuck loves to cuddle and would want to do it any chance he gets.

-He is usually the little spoon, he really likes the feeling of being held.

-But, he does like holding you and he’ll wrap his arms around you tightly when he is sleeping.

-Chuck will always find a way to touch: holding your hand, wrapping his arms around you from behind, cupping your cheeks.

-Chuck adores you in every way, but he can’t really get the guts to come out and say it at once, so he uses simple physical affection.

-He LOVES it when you two hook arms on walks, he likes to know you are still beside him.

-You never want to leave is side, even when you have to go on a trip that you can’t bring him along. So you both hug for an hour before you leave.

-Cuddles are Chucks safe place, knowing that you’re there for him is the best feeling.

Dating Carver Edlund/prophet!Chuck:

You proofreading his writing, he trusts you more than his editor

Getting him to stop his drinking habit

Cuddling when a vision hits instead

“Becky’s coming, hold my hand”

Fare thee well,

oh honey,