#charmie ff

[coloradocharmiegirl]

I know it's been 5 months--life has been a lot. But things are clearing up and I'm happy yo get back here. I posted this on AO3 yestetday but forgot to link it here, so here it is. 💙💚

Chapter 47 here -- New 9/6/25

Summary:

Timmy ends up with a few suprises in the process of finishing training and celebrating that achievement. Armie ends up with a new crew and new responsibilities for the safety not just of his crew, but all of the crews that will follow his. But none of that fully distracts either one from the fact they miss each other.

Excerpt:

"You,” the man pointed at Timmy, then crooked his finger. Timmy nervously jogged the few steps he needed to stand in front of the man. 

“You’re the doc from Denver General?”

“Yes, sir.”

The man tilted his head, then reached out, pulled Timmy’s medallion free, and narrowed his eyes. A single heartbeat later one side of his mouth turned up–just enough to notice if you happened to be looking at that exact moment–but he schooled his expression before dropping the medallion and finding Timmy’s eyes. 

“I’ve never seen a doctor wearing St. Florian,” the man said. “Can I ask where you got this?”

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It's good to be back. I'd appreciate reposts, just to get the word out since it's been so long. Much love, 💙💚 CCG

[coloradocharmiegirl]

Chapter 46--new here 4/5/25

Summary:

Armie's time at Murphy Creek hits a bump nobody was expecting, but it's really as good as can be, all things considered --especially after getting a chance to actually talk to Timmy, to hear his voice. And on the other end, Timmy lives up to his word, answering when it is possible, and searching deep within himself to be the partner Armie needs.

Excerpt:

Timmy tumbled out of the shower, his hair still full of shampoo and his body dripping, and grabbed his phone. 

“ ‘lo?” he answered, panting. “Armie? Everything okay? I thought you were going to text?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Armie explained. “I’m just in town and have cell service and thought it would be nice to hear your voice.”

Timmy exhaled all the worry he’d been holding and turned off the water, then grabbed a towel to wipe the soap from his eyes. 

“Is now not a good time?” Armie asked.

“No, no–it’s fine. I was just in the shower.” Timmy caught his reflection in the mirror and giggled–his hair standing this way and that, full of shampoo, eyes red from the soap, water dripping from his ears. “I look a mess.”

“I highly doubt that,” Armie said warmly. 

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I sure didn't mean for this to take this long. I know I say that every time, and excuses are just excuses--but trust me when I say that if I'd had the ability, mentally and time-wise, to get this out to you all before now, I would have. To all of you who are still reading, thank you for sticking around, and I hope you like this chapter.

Reblogs are appreciated, especially since the update schedule is sporadic. I figure it's the best chance for people to find out it's out there ❤️

Much Love, CCG 💙 💚

[coloradocharmiegirl]

Ch. 44 here - New Sept 2, 2024

Summary

Armie and Timmy each focus on holding it all together, in their own ways--Armie trying to make good decisions and keep his crew safe while fighting a wildfire that threatens to rage out of control, Timmy trying to keep up with the house, his training, and just trying to figure out what life will look like when Armie gets back and they can be together again.

Excerpt

Timmy felt the bed dip beside him, and he couldn’t help but grin. He rolled over and pulled his eyes open to find himself face to face with clear blue eyes staring lovingly into his own and kissable lips turned up in a fond smile. He held Armie’s gaze and inhaled deeply, doing his best to disguise his sleepy yawn with a languid stretch, and let the warm scent of the man he loved fill his senses.  He hummed contentedly and reached out a hand, seeking Armie, wanting to pull him close, pull those soft kissable lips against his own… Wha-? Timmy’s hand missed Armie’s sturdy frame entirely, and he groped around, coming up with handful after handful of cool sheets. He sighed with disappointment. It had seemed so real, but his mind had just been playing tricks on him. Just like it had while he’d been in LA, and those flame-blue eyes haunted his dreams night after night. Timmy cursed the morning, cursed waking up–almost wishing he could just sleep for days and live in his perfect dreams until Armie was back for real. Back from the raging fire at Murphy Creek.  

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Hi everyone! I hope this finds you all well. My summer kind of got away from me, but I'm happy to be able to post again! I hope you enjoy my ramblings. Since my posting schedule is so erratic, if you feel like reblogging this I'd very much appreciate it.

Thanks and love! 💙💚 CCG

[coloradocharmiegirl]

I've been having a teeny-tiny bit of stress/worry/anxiety since Timmy was announced as guest picker for Week 15 ESPN Gameday. I'm sure he'll be fine, really. It'll all be fine. But the comments are truly brutal, like the deck is stacked against him before he even shows up.

BUT

I have faith I him. It'll all be fine. EGBA.

And in the meantime, i distracted myself with this:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

If you end up reading it, I hope you enjoy.

💙💚CCG

[coloradocharmiegirl]

Chapter 45-New here 11/22/24

Summary:

It's Armie's come down to base day, but in the meantime, they both have lives to lead and jobs to do. Things don't go exactly to plan, though, and as the hours tick by, Timmy starts feeling the stress of the continued silence.

Excerpt:

AH: THAT’S your idea of a PG selfie?? JFC babe. Do you not SEE yourself? Timmy’s hand flew to his mouth as he stifled a giggle. He didn’t do anything! He swiped up to the selfie, trying to see what Armie saw. All he’d done was look at that selfie Armie’d sent him, and… Oh. There it was. He saw it now. That look–that come-hither, longing look in his eyes and the little lip nibble he hadn’t even known he was doing. In his head, all he’d been doing was looking at that selfie. Oh, he had it bad.

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Hi all--how are you? Taking care of yourselves, I hope. I really, really wanted to have this ready before the US election, so it could be a good distraction for anyone who needed it--but it just wasn't meant to be. Even though it took a little extra time, I hope it's still a good distraction, if you need it. If not, I hope you enjoy it anyway! This chapter doesn't forward the story much, despite its length. It's mostly an indulgent look (on my part) into the daily lives of Fire Captain Armie and Doctor Timmy, and the stress of heavy responsibilities and distance on both sides.

Since my posting schedule is drawn out and erratic, I'd appreciate reblogs, just so that anyone still reading has a chance to see there's a new chapter.

Thanks and much love! 💙💚 CCG

[coloradocharmiegirl]

Chapter 42 here --New 4/20/24

Summary:

With Armie heading out to fight the wildland fire at Murphy Creek, Timmy faces some uncomfortable truths about what loving a firefighter really means, and makes promises, to himself and others, about how he'll make sure they never end up in such a mess again.

Excerpt:

Timmy reached up and brushed a finger over his medallion, the piece of Armie that had hung around his neck since that very first night. Life had somehow brought him back here, back to Armie–the man who made pancakes laced with vanilla to celebrate 3-month anniversaries, who touched both his body and soul in ways no other person ever had. The man who unlocked hidden desires, tied deft knots, and matched Timmy round for round–the noble man who cared so fiercely and, though he’d never said so in so many words, made Timmy feel loved.

He’d wobbled at the worst possible time, and now Armie was far away, facing danger. Timmy brought the medallion to his lips and pressed a kiss against it, sending a prayer to the universe for Armie’s safety, knowing he needed to be strong. He couldn’t fall apart, not now–not when Armie needed him to take care of the things he’d had to leave behind in the face of duty.

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Hello! I know it's been a while, and I'm sorry. But hopefully this will have been worth the wait. I sincerely appreciate each and every one of you who has hung around and is still reading--thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly. I was recently reminded that this story has been going on nearly 3 years now and isn't finished, and that it's a lot to ask people to keep reading after so long. And I get it, I do. There's more to come, but if you ever want to stop reading, just know that these boys have a happy ending, so you can step away with a happy heart.

💙💚CCG

[coloradocharmiegirl]

Chapter 1&2 (of 3) here

New to the Kum & Go series, 12/12/24

Summary:

After a rousing virtual celebration of Martin Luther King Day, Armie decides he just can't wait to see Timmy again. Enter National Hugging Day and a little roadtrip--after all, it's hard to hug long distance.

Excerpt:

Is the door locked?” Armie’s breath tickled against Timmy’s ear, his voice deep and dark, barely above a whisper. He pulled Timmy’s curls back, his fingers trailing over the pale skin of Timmy’s neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, then leaned in and mouthed a hot, wet kiss.

“Mmm hmm,” Timmy exhaled a shuddering breath and his eyelids fluttered as he ground back against Armie, trying rather unsuccessfully to stay in control in the face of Armie’s hand slipping up under his hoodie and caressing the slip of skin just above the waistband of his pants, slung low and hanging on his hips. 

“Armie?” 

“Hmmm?” Armie’s lips tickled Timmy’s neck as he hummed his reply.

“It’s National Hugging Day, not National Fucking Day…remember?” Timmy moaned unconvincingly, tipping his head sideways to allow Armie even more access to his neck. A deeply spoken “we could do both” vibrated against his skin and Timmy bit his lip as Armie’s cock started to stiffen against his ass. There was a part of his brain that knew he needed to cut this off, knew they couldn’t…shouldn’t…do this here, but fuck, he wanted to. 

Has it really been over 2 years since the last installment of this? Yes...yes, it has. I'd never intended to stop writing this pair,but life got in the way. And then recently, someone asked if I'd ever update it, and that was enough to get it going.

I'd planned to post yesterday, but didn't, just given the mood. But then I woke up today and was like, "Why wait?" I mean, I started writing in December 2020-- I'm clearly not inexperienced with posting during trying times! So here you go.

Much love, 💙💚CCG

(P.S., this story is really just 2 chapters, but it looks like 3 on AO3 because the first "chapter" is the graphic.)

(P.P.S., the other chapter is written and will post in a few days, so you don't have to worry about waiting too long.)

[coloradocharmiegirl]

Read it Here.

Summary

Vampire Armie lives by a moral code, choosing to lead a violence-free existence. But when his packaged blood supply unexpectedly runs short, he needs to find sustenance in an ethical way. Heading into town on Halloween, of all nights, Armie is lured by a scent he thought only existed in old crone's tales--the sweet, sweet smell of a member of the fae.

I know this isn't Rescue Me. There will be more of that, I promise, but I thought we could all use a momentary distraction from (waves hand around at the whole fandom and world and everything).

Anyway--I started this as a fic for a writing challenge @tandaforever put together in October 2023, but just couldn't get it done then. It remained half-baked until last week, when the fever dreams that accompany an out-of-the-blue case of covid set the rest in motion.

Anyway, this is dedicated to all my fandom friends--especially all you chaos demons--and anyone else who feels like coming along for a ridiculous AU ride.

Much love, CCG 💙💚