#micah foster

[farawayfromtulsa]

he’s so stupid i love him

[chercia]

sink to black from blue (a marlie drabble)

(for those sadly uninformed, marlie is micah foster/charlie torres-moore aka trevor & josh’s greaser characters who are basically our ocs <3) (just scroll the #marlie tag on my blog lmao

inspired by this post! canon universe, post-rumble! shout out to @elisadoreyou & @wassupmygays creating these guys with u have been so fun omg

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Micah winced at the alcohol sting. The cut on his temple was nasty, probably could use a stitch or two. The thought was almost funny ‘cause he sure as hell didn’t have enough money to afford stitches. It’d leave a tough scar. Good.

“I said I’m fine, okay? This ain’t my first rumble,”

Charlie’s face was pinched tight, lips pressed in a thin line. He was kneeled in front of the toilet, where Micah was leaned over himself. One hand on Micah’s knee with his thumb rubbing back and forth.

He hissed at the next sting. It did nothing for his bitch of a headache.

The rumble did a number on him, he’ll admit it. He could hold his own fine — more than fine. And he did— but those football Socs could throw a hard punch. It made something rough boil in the pit of his stomach.

“Don’t care. You shouldn’t go out getting all hurt like this.”

It felt like a stab to his pride. He’s been doing this for seventeen years— yearly eighteen. He can handle himself. He don’t need taking care for.

“I fight, Charlie, that’s what I’ve always fucking done. I don’t need a babysitter,” He bit it out in quick barks. Everything felt red and hot.

“That’s not—”

“I’ve done this a million times alone—” He tried to swat the bottle out of Charlie‘s hand, but Charlie pulled away quick. It just made him madder. “And I don’t need someone to fucking lick my wounds for me.”

“That‘s not what I’m trying to do!” Charlie snapped back. Blood rushed in Micah’s ears. He could feel the anger on face through heat and the strain on his scraps. It burned

“It fucking feels like it,”

“I’m trying to help, okay?”

Micah couldn’t even process the sweep of desperation in Charlie’s tone before the dam burst.

“I don’t need help, damn it!” He was too loud, he was gonna wake the kids up. Fuck. “I’ve been out in Tulsa my whole damn life, and y'know who looked out for me? No one. I sure as hell don’t need someone to act like I’m some baby! You weren’t out there fighting with me so you can fuck off trying to help now!”

He knew he didn’t mean the words as soon as he said ‘em. Charlie didn’t need to fight in that rumble. He didn’t think he wanted him to. That night was ‘bout the bloodiest night that he’d seen in a long time. He gets why. Ponyboy and Johnny Cade’s face are still circling the papers every morning, calling for their arrests. Those Socs aren’t letting ‘em go for nothing.

He didn’t want Charlie caught up in that at all.

The blood in his ears and pounding in his head was so loud, Charlie had to squeeze his knees for Micah to realize he’d been talking.

His jaw was set hard and his eyes were so damn sure. But trying to get through a brick wall with words did nothing. Something inside of Micah ached. Was that all he was now?

“I ain’t a fighter, Micah,”

He swallowed hard. He hadn’t met what he said. “I don’t need you to be one, Char. You just—”

“No, look, I— I don’t get this fighting stuff. I wasn’t raised with it, I’ve never fought a fight like— like that shit in my life, okay? That’s not ever in the cards. I’m useless right now and seeing you all beat and bruised makes me feel sick or somethin’. I gotta…” He swallowed thickly and the frustration on his face broke into something raw. His breath trembled. “I gotta do something to help. I can’t fight and I care about you so—”

They both paused at the confession. Charlie’s brown eyes were wide and Micah was sure his were too.

What’s been going on between ‘em hasn’t necessarily been left unaddressed, but it’s been left unspoken. They both know. It’s obvious as hell to the both of ‘em. It hasn’t been spoken not because of fear, but survival.

“I know,” Micah whispered, almost a croak. Hope sparked to life in Charlie’s eyes. “I do, too, I…”

He didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t know what he could say without crossing some unspoken line.

Micah has only focused on the important things— his family and their survival. That’s the whole point of his fighting, his work, his life. He’s never wanted. Not like this. Not in such a selfish, indulgent way that feels like something stabbing through his heart.

Nothing else could be said from him.

Charlie smiled tentatively. There was something fragile in the air.

“Just let me do this.” He whispered. “For me. Seeing you like this all alone makes my heart feel like it was in that rumble, too.”

Charlie’s eyes practically pleaded with his resolve. He wanted to shut the door in his face and gasp through the pain and slip into bed next to his siblings and pretend like nothing hurt until he couldn’t anymore. He was used to being alone. What was one more night?

But another part, something so deeply pushed down, he barely even knew it was there— longed. For Charlie’s smile, his touch and soft hands on his face, his lips on his head, whispered words only the two of them knew. It was a terrible part of him but Charlie didn’t care.

So. Against all his seventeen years of fighting, Micah let his wall break down and he nodded.

“Thank you,” He croaked. He wasn’t going to cry, but the emotion was there all the same.

Charlie’s smile was gentle, so sure, so caring. He could tell Micah all the world would be fine and he’d believe him. He picked the bottle of alcohol up off the floor and raised a hand to Micah’s cheek.

His palm was soft. It just grazed against his face, but for once, Micah let himself lean into the touch until Charlie’s hand cupped his cheek. Charlie rubbed a thumb over his cheekbone. His dark eyes reflected the bathroom lights.

God, Charlie could break open Micah’s every defense and he doesn’t even know if he could put up a good fight.

“Thank you,” Charlie whispered back into Micah’s eyes. His lips parted— and he picked up the wash rag.

[wassupmygays]

wheres the very few micah and charlie fans at

how would yall feel if i said i was working on a hunger games fic for them <3

[elisadoreyou]

OH MY GOSH IM SO !!!! ABOUT THIS WAIT I like just made this post right before I saw ur addition to that other post with ur thoughts and I'm so obsessed like. AND UR TAGS dudeeeee. new kid charlie (I'm sticking with these names i love them sm) moving to town just immediately a greaser and and micah who's just been so focused on his own life and his siblings and the say by day-- just IMMEDIATELY falling head over heels and not knowing what the FUCK to do about it. and usually he's so chill but around charlie he stumbles over his words and freaks out and charlie just fucking?? goes with it and he's awkward too but it's just so natural to him and Micah is soo down bad it's ridiculous. and micah always wrestling with him and picking tiny lil fights with him and he just has so much fun and charlie is like 'fuckkk he's hot uh oh' i need to know ur thoughts on them like. i'm just imagining them sneaking around at every opportunity so u have any silly brain idea headcanons (sorry if none of this makes sense its so late and my brain is in crazy hyper focus mode)

Oh my god im sick i love them so bad omg okay so like

Charlie who knows his identity, Has Known his identity for so long and learned to be comfortable vs Micah who never has even had The Time to think about it, and if he does just being like “yeah im into girls” when in reality has never even Cared to look in there direction .

But CHARLIE. This new kid who came out of nowhere that micah Cant get out of his head, and has managed to flip the life hes known upside down.

Charlie goes over to the Foster house basically everyday (his home life is Ass i have an idea for it) and micah’s siblings LOVE him like charlie will play games with them, he plays dolls with micah’s sister (which no one else does) and will help micah cook even though micah Never Asks. And is just- so amazing that micah cant help but fall in love.

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

hello hello. i come to u at. 11 pm with some more marlie >:)

tee hee. micah is so stupid and oblivious it’s crazy. no, u don’t hate charlie, ur developing a crush on him but you’ve never actually liked someone romantically ever so ur freaking tf out and acting like a bitch when charlie is just being nice (charlie also has a Huge Fat crush on him but. that’s irrelevant ^_^)

And I respond to you at 1am with sharing the knowledge that they have me giggling and kicking my feet. I love it. I love them. LIKE AHHH MICAH BEING OBLIVIOUS TO THE FACT THAT HE ACTUALLY CARES A LOT ABOUT CHARLIE AND CHARLIE JUST BEING A CONSTANT PRESENCE WHO JUST WANTS TO BE AROUND AND HELP AND THEN KNOWING THAT THEYRE SO SCARED TO EVENTUALLY CROSS THEIR UNSPOKEN LINE AUGHHHH (they are making me severely unwell and i love it) (thank you, i live for these snippets)

[farawayfromtulsa]

marlie polaroid <33

[farawayfromtulsa]

i could talk about this video forever

[chercia]

four late nights that lead no where + one late night that does by trevination

summary:

He had a system and here Charlie came trying to worm himself in. Like a bug trying to change a whole ecosystem. And the damn truth was, it was working. And something in Micah wasn’t so mad at the change. Something in him liked Charlie, wanted him to stay, see what his deal was. More than that, he wanted to know Charlie— let Charlie know him. That ain’t ever happening though. ——— Four late nights at the Foster household lead nowhere between Micah and Charlie. Then, there is one that does take them somewhere.

my marlie oc fic :) enjoy chapter 1 yall <3