peachykeentastic

Here’s the thing about Charmies, we don’t want you for ourselves, we want you for each other. It’s an undying selfless kind of love.

You’ll always have a home in each other’s hearts and in ours. You’re safe here with us and we love you 🧡

It was his final week interning at the institute for marine safety and research. His childhood fascination with the ocean had turned out to be the key to him finding a career that both soothed his ever present anxiety, and made him want to get up in the morning.

Unfortunately it also meant he’d get quite lost in his activities and find himself shaken back in to reality in various jarring ways.

There was the time he was coaxing Branley, the institute’s baby sea lion to him with some herring. She was looking rather cute and he was so lost in her hungry little eyes, that he didn’t notice the institute’s largest sea lion making a beeline for the fish he was unfortunately dangling much too close to his body.

One concussion and a face full of sea lion kisses later, he thought he’d learned his lesson. The thing is, the whales act differently when he’s around them. His colleagues say it’s because they’re in love with him, but he thinks it’s more likely to be the way his heart almost beats out of his chest anytime they’re around. These huge animals gracing his presence seem to overwhelm him in the most visceral of ways.

So, he’s taken to trying to sneak up on them from afar, so they can’t see him or feel his enamoured little soul.

One such day, he was perched upon a particularly slippery yet perfect ledge, trying to get a glimpse of Spooky, (his favourite baby orca), when he felt a particularly large hand grab the back of his shirt. A piercingly shrill shriek emanated from his lungs as he fell back in to a solid wall of… man.

At least, he assumed that the massive slab of warm, thick meat beneath him belonged to… yep.

Scrambling off and looking him in the eyes, there he was.

Big man.

Huge man.

Armie - according to his name tag. The man looked bewildered, was breathing hard and his eyes looked like they may need to be surgically reattached to his head.

“What the fuck!?” Timmy exclaimed, voice squeaky and cracking - as if puberty decided to skip his turn.

“You were about to fall in!” he gasped - chest heaving.

“I was n…”, he looked behind him just as he saw Spook starting to emerg. Knowing her, she was about to greet him in her favorite way.

Instinctually, he rushed forward, placing his hands on the solid pecks of the big man named Armie. “Duck”, he said maybe too calmly and quietly - due to the fact that he was now bewildered by the fact that he was once again touching him.

Armie did not duck. He just said, “where?” as a waterfall of freezing cold salt water cascaded along his back and in to Armie’s sweet baby blues.

“Not a duck, I meant duck!” He said sputtering out a cough and starting to giggle. Armie was staring at him open mouthed - and then a bemused laugh escaped from his chest.

Timmy could feel it shaking beneath his hands as he looked up in to kind, warm eyes. The crinkle lines alone were about enough to cut him off at the knees. He felt a woosh as the air left his lungs and he was left staring.

Realizing he’d just stopped laughing to stare in to this random man’s eyes, he became crushingly self-conscious.

Backing away, he uttered a quick “fuck” and turned to walk through the thankfully close laboratory door.

“Timmy, there you are!” Shelly, a petite redhead with freckles and a warm smile grabbed him by the shoulders. She’d been his supervisor for the last year and knew him quite well.

“There’s a man out there”, he squawked.

“A man. Out there…”

He just looked at her wide eyed and nodding.

She nodded back.

“Okay Timmy, are you okay!? You look shaken up. Did you spend too long playing with Spook today? You know you have to pace yourself.” The day Spook had come in, Timmy played with her all day. By the end of it, he apparently looked like he’d been ‘spooked’ because he was so wired and his wild hair was standing up on end - having been soaked and not checked a mirror for a bit too long. So, the staff rightfully named him Spooky, even though he was the opposite. Demure. Very mindful. You know.

Timmy hid his hands in his face. “No, I just… there’s a man!”

“Armie!” Shelly exclaimed delightedly.

“Yes… Armie? Who is he and why is he wearing a name tag!?”

“He’s the lead supervisor of the new pilot program over at UCLA. Visiting for the day to check out our programs, and… oh my gosh, Timmy - he would be perfect for you! You’re both so in love with animals and… THE PUNS. You’re both so punny! He’s also super sweet and very single. You have to go ask him out!”

Timmy gawked.

“Absolutely not! I just almost fell in to Spooks pool and got lost in his eyes before running away like a scared chipmunk!”

“Timothée Chalamet, your whole life is this program. You are the kindest, most respectful and generous person I’ve ever met and no one deserves some fun more than you. I’ve known Armie for a long time and I know he’s deserving. I also know that his shy ass will absolutely not get up the guts to ask you out. This is your moment to shine. You march your nerd ass out there and be the honey badger I know you are.”

“Shelly!”

“I’ll let you go down with the divers to clean Spooks tank.”

“Fuck.” His heart was pounding, blood rushing to his ears and he was starting to feel like he might pass out. Also, what did he have to lose? He’d probably never see Armie again after this if he just stays in here and avoids him for the rest of the day. He really could use some company and if the man’s really as great as Shelly says… He took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Okay!? Eeeh!!! Okay, get your butt out there.” Grabbing his shoulders she led him to the door, opened it and full body shoved him outside.

Catching his footing, he closed his eyes and took another deep breath, filling his lungs with the ocean air and feeling his feet on the ground. He looked up. Armie was at the edge of the pool, leaning over the railing, clearly deep in thought.

Okay, I can do this… just go.

“Armie?” He turned with a hopeful look on his face and there it was. That full-hearted smile. Timmy could feel his insides liquifying as he continued to approach.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked with genuine concern.

“I am, I just… I was…” oh fuck. He froze. No words. Armie. Date. Funny. Punny… SHIT!

“Do you like whales?” Oh no.

“I do”, Armie said curiously.

“Would you like to humpback at my place?”

😳

😳

No, no, no, no, noooo.

“Oh my god.” Timmy said, once again putting his face in his hands.

“Did you just say that!?” Armie was incredulous.

“I’m so sorry, that was so rude and inappropriate. I can’t believe I just… Please forgive me and…” he couldn’t get anything else out because it was Armie grabbing him by the shoulders. Those big man-meaty hands holding him tight and making him oh so very short of breath. Yep, going to pass out. Lips, eyes, body… he’s a goner. Oh my god, he’s going to lose his job.

“Timmy!” Armie was gently shaking him. “Look at me”.

Timmy looked up. Pools of blue staring back at him with nothing but affection in his eyes, a slight blush on his cheeks. “I whaley would.”

Timmy let out the breath he was holding and let his shoulders drop. “Oh thank god”.

Armie leaned forward and put his forehead against his own. “Let’s get otter here.”

He was in love and so apparently was Spook, who let her blow hole go as they shared their first absolutely fintastic kiss.

And that my folks, is called foreshadowing 🐳 🥰 😉

Note: I was up at 5am. Found a funny joke. Imagined our boys bantering and decided to write for fun. This isn’t edited and is meant to be silly. Hopefully it brings a smile to your face ☺️ Love you peaches! 🍑

ya-ooo cry

Fairy godmother, I’d like a Charmie sick fic where Charmie comforts the sick.

Not with their…

But like, you know

They just sing me words of praise and feed me lozenges?

A quilt, tea and a box of chocolates as well please

Roaring fire and free time to read said fic?

Thank you!