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@charofthestars
( It’s a bit chaotic but so is he. The Charlie Peterson playlist is tentatively live. )
Logging in to Charlie’s tumblr just to post a picrew I did of him? More likely than you think.
Including an alt version of og Charlie just because lol
consider going on a date with this guy!
Charlie grins, twining the tail of his braid through his fingers playfully. “ Wellllll, I don’t know… How do I even know I’m gonna like this guy? ” His head tips, eyes bright with mischief. “ I mean, what do I even know about this guy? Is he my type? ”
Charlie. Charlie please. Please be smart.
✒
“ Don’t worry so much! I’m gonna be fine. ” He grins. “ It’s just a couple of drinks and maybe a little sleepover, then I’ll be right back to the usual. It’s not a wedding or anything, just a quick fling. ”
please do not die
“ Why would I die? I’m not doing anything that dangerous right now. ”
We will give you a solid maybe on that one.
Aaron doesn't really think before brushing some loose strands of hair behind Charlie's ear.
Aaron? Not thinking? Revolutionary.
He matches the baker's grin, narrowing his eyes. "Well," he hums, "I know we can have a lot more fun somewhere else than at a bar." His whole posture and every word is extremely flirtatious. There's no way he's not being completely obvious about what he wants.
Leaning in for just a moment, he smirks before completely pulling back, putting his hands into his pockets. "We can go back to my place, if you want." His tone is dismissive, relaxed, but there is still clear want in his eyes.
Charlie feels the way his breath catches at the overt overture. They’d been flirting back and forth for weeks, sure, but drinks didn’t guarantee an invite back home. But Aaron was leaping straight to that, if he wanted. Charlie knew he should probably still be wary, as Aaron was still more stranger than not…
But if he’d really wanted to hurt him, Aaron could have done that by now? They’d been alone in the late hours often enough. The guy had been given plenty of opportunities.
So rather than play out the whole of the charade, rather than going to get drinks at a bar pretending he wasn’t just thinking about going home with this guy the whole time, Charlie grins up at him. “ Well, how am I supposed to say no to an offer like that? ”
If they both wanted it, why pretend otherwise? He wanted to see what this guy could really do.
CARAMEL BROWNIES
Really nice recipes. Every hour.
Show me what you cooked!
Yep, Charlie is still cute.
He'd look cuter with his hands around his neck.
Aaron grins as the baker almost immediately accepts. He knows when Charlie's supposed to get off of work, he'd just asked out of courtesy. "Don't rush on my account."
He watches Charlie zip around, certainly beating some sort of record. It does wonders for his ego.
As is usual, Aaron doesn't really have a plan for the evening. Go out, get some drinks, maybe go back to his place? Anything to keep him from being bored.
"You ready, pretty?" He asks Charlie with an easy smile, an expression he's had to practice so it doesn't seem off. Brother dearest had always told him his face doesn't move right. "There's a bar nearby, unless you prefer something a little more... private?"
Charlie leaves a note for the opener just to be safe, but he’s honestly not terribly worried. As long as he didn’t let it become a habit…
He takes off his apron and grabs his hoodie, shrugging it on and checking his pockets. Keys out, wallet and phone, check, check, check. Ready to go. Charlie shuts off the lights and returns to Aaron at the front.
_You ready, pretty?_
Nobody had ever insisted on calling him pretty so often before. He hadn’t expected to like it quite so much, and yet…
“ Private, huh? ” Charlie lets them both out onto the curb and locks the bakery’s door behind them. Safe and secure until morning. “ I’ve been to the bar around the corner. Not exactly an awful selection, but I’ve definitely had better. ” He shoots Aaron a lopsided grin. “ You offering me a better time than that somewhere private? ”
what’s new in the kitchen today and are there free samples?
— @jumpinagain
Charlie hums thoughtfully as he leans into the oven to pull out a fresh tray of baked goods, bringing them out and setting them on the countertop nearby to join several other batches. “ Well… You’d be surprised how well pumpkin manages to keep. So we’re experimenting with pumpkin flavors this week. These are chocolate pumpkin muffins, and then I’ve also got the beginnings of a pumpkin sauce to go over some chicken and rice. Think sort of like a butternut squash sauce, but… y’know, pumpkin. ”
He grins, and plucks one of the cooler muffins from the pan to split it in half. “ Normally I’ve got a strict no samples policy, but since you’re the Head Engineer and you’re so cute, I might be able to make an exception. ”
"Hey, pretty boy," Aaron purs, leaning on the counter.
He hates the fact that he's made himself a regular at the bakery. It means people know him by sight, know he talks a lot with Charlie. It makes more... violent outcomes harder to pull off. Father would kill him if he got involved in another police investigation.
But stabbing someone and letting them bleed to death is not the only way one can have fun. Charlie's cute, and he seems desperate for affection. It draws Aaron in like blood in the water.
"What time do you get off?" Even though there's no special inflection to his words, the grin on his face highlights the question's double entendre. "I thought we'd go for a drink."
Aaron had been coming around off and on for a little while now. He was always complimentary, flirtatious without anything really going anywhere. It was kind of fun, admittedly. Charlie found himself looking forward to the visits more and more, the more often he saw the man.
“ Hey yourself, handsome. ” Charlie lets himself sway a little closer to the counter as well. “ Fancy seeing you around here. ”
The bakery is quiet, as it usually is at this hour. It makes it much easier for Charlie to focus on Aaron when there’s no other patrons to attend to. He still didn’t quite know what kind of work kept Aaron running around at such a late hour, but he’d made it clear his work could be exhausting, and Charlie was enjoying being a little bit of relief from that.
He glances at the clock. Technically the store wasn’t meant to be closed down for another hour. But they rarely got customers aside from people like Aaron anyway…
Charlie makes a split second decision. Fuck it. He was a hard worker and he deserved something for himself, didn’t he? A date with the hot guy from work was worth closing a little early. His boss would understand.
“ Give me fifteen minutes and I could be off right away. ” He pats the counter with his hands and pushes off to quickly circle to the front and flip the sign on the door. “ Just hang tight. ” Braid tossed over his shoulder, he swiftly darts through the double doors and into the back of the house to do the quickest closing down on record.
why should i believe you?
Charlie leans back against his hands, legs swinging over the edge of the wooden dock he sat upon. He knew he was dreaming, this time. But he hadn’t been sure if he’d see Gin or not. It had been a while.
There was a storm in the distance, the clouds black and ugly, roiling around the fury of itself. The waves slapped at the dock. But Charlie wasn’t afraid.
For once.
are you wearing green? 🧐
Charlie looks down at himself - loose green jumpsuit halfway open over his sleeveless black undershirt - and grins. “ I guess that’s one benefit to being kitchen staff. ”
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He wakes up with a start, and stares up at the metal ceiling as his heart thuds in his ears.
Dreams. Just more dreams.
Charlie rolls himself off his mattress and stumbles into the tiny bathroom attached to his quarters, splashing his face with water before he tugs his rumpled braid loose and works on re-plaiting the thick, tangling locks.
Brown eyes stare back at him from the mirror. They’d been a different color in his dreams. His fingertips tingle, remembering the heat and surge of power, of something Other about himself that had been under his control.
It hadn’t been so bad a dream, this time.
His shoulder blades itch like the ghost of a wound has burrowed into either side of his spine, and all the craning arms and scrubbing his back against a door frame couldn’t satisfy that unsettled under-the-skin feeling.
Charlie eventually gives up and pulls on his jumpsuit, zipping it most of the way up his chest before he heads for the door. Breakfast wouldn’t wait for mindless reminiscing on dreams he was already forgetting.
On this episode of shit Charlie endures that very few people will get the reference to: Charlie’s gonna get to meet a new version of an old friend and have a Very Bad Time
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Hi yes hello I would die for charchar
( How funny then that Aaron would probably kill the charchar 😂 I’m delighted you’re so happy to see him )