#Don’t need a beard dont have one won’t have one

[angelnumber27]

The white one? Hello?? cheese?

[tokkiwrites]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After breaking up with your boyfriend of four years, you’re left heartbroken and desperate to leave it all behind. But as fate would have it, just as you’re about to walk out the door of his house, you run into his fatherㅡ the man who’s always lingered at the edges of your mind. the next sensible thing to do is fuck him.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: pwp, bf's dad joel miller x f! reader, short description of toxic rs, fight scene, afab reader, i dont know if this is categorized as cheating :p , age gap, fingering f receiving, joel has a huge one but we alr know!, dirty talk, pet names, p in v unprotected, creampie, slight slapping and hairpulling.

✿ 🪽 𓈒 ﹫𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐢𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢��� 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 ..＼ ♰ i have been neglecting you cute freaks, but i am here to feed you. behold! boyfriend's dad joel miller smut! around 2.6k words, so it's pretty short, but i hope you love it. not proofread!!!!! okay baiiii 😎🫶🏻

The fight tears through the house like a hurricane, each word leaving wounds too deep. "You never listen to me!" you yell, your voice raw and trembling. Your chest aches, your throat burns, but the word vomit won’t stop pouring out. "Four years, and it’s like I’m shouting into a void! Do you even care about us?"

"Do you even fucking hear yourself?" he fires back, pacing the room like he can’t bear to stand still. "God, all you do is pick fights! You always need something to be wrong. What the actual fuck?"

"Because something is wrong!" Your voice cracks, and the tears come faster now, hot and humiliating. You hate how small you feel, how desperately you want him to care. "I’ve been fighting for this, for you, and all you do is act like it’s a burden!" He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "Maybe it is. Maybe you are." The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your breath catches, and for a moment, the room feels impossibly still. You don’t want to cry anymore, but the tears fall anyway, blurring your vision as you step back. "Fine," you whisper, your voice trembling. "If that’s how you feel, then we’re done. I’m done." He freezes, his expression shifting to something almost regretful— but not enough to stop him. "Fuck this." He grabs his keys from the counter and storms out without another word. The door slams behind him, the sound echoing in the quiet house.

For a moment, you just stand there, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you try to hold in the sobs threatening to break free. The silence feels suffocating, pressing in on you from every angle. You can’t stay here. You need to leave.

You grab your bag and wipe your face as best you can, hands still shaking. You tell yourself you’re fine, that the fresh air will help. But as you turn the corner into the foyer, you collide with something solid— someone solid. "Whoa there," a low voice drawls, steadying you with hands firm and sure. Your heart stutters as you look up and see Joel, your now ex-boyfriend's father.

Your breath catches in your throat. His hand is on your arm, warm and grounding, as his dark eyes search your face. His presence is like a balm, so different from the storm you just walked out of. He’s all quiet strength and rugged edges, his salt-and-pepper beard only making him look more like someone carved out of the earth itself. "Hey, sweet girl," he says, his tone warm and laced with that familiar twang. "What’s got you all worked up? You alright?" The sound of his voice is enough to break you all over again. You shake your head, the tears spilling over despite your best efforts to hold them back. You try to answer, but your words falter. All you can do is nod, though you know you’re far from alright. Not when his thumb is brushing lightly over your flesh, not when his scent— warm, woodsy, familiar— makes your knees fall weak. You can’t look at him, can’t look at the steadiness in his eyes or the way his hands ground you when you feel like you’re falling apart.

"Hey now," he says softly, pulling you into a hug before you can protest. His arms wrap around you, strong and safe, and for the first time all night, you don’t feel like you’re about to shatter. "C’mere, sweet thing. You gotta talk to me, mkay? What happened?" You press your face into his chest, breathing in hus smell that makes you feel like you’re home, even though you know you shouldn’t.

It’s absurd, really. You’ve always known he was handsome, but standing this close, it hits you differently. You’ve always noticed him in ways you shouldn’t, caught yourself glancing too long, wondering too much. And now, with tears still wet on your cheeks and your heart in pieces, he feels like the only steady thing left in the world.

"It’s over," you mumble against his shirt, your voice muffled but thick with emotion. "I broke it off with him. For r-real this time..." Joel pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands settling on your shoulders as his brow furrows. "You and him?" he asks gently, but you could tell he wasn't quite sure in your answer. "You sure ‘bout that?"

"Y-yeah..." You nod, your throat tight. "So you don’t have to... act nice anymore. You don’t have to pretend like you like m-me or care or whatever. It’s done now..." His expression shifts, confusion flickering across his face before something warmer takes its place. His lips part slightly as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.

"Sweetheart," he says, his voice dipping lower, softer, like a secret meant just for you. "What the hell gave you the idea I don’t like you?" You blink up at him, stunned. "I just—"

"Little lady," he interrupts, leaning closer, his voice growing rougher, "it’s damn near impossible not to like you." Your breath catches as his thumb brushes over your cheek, his stare unflinching, as he examines your tear-stained face. There’s something in his eyes you’ve never noticed before—something unguarded, like he’s been holding it back for years. "Sweet thing like you," he murmurs, his lips quirking into the smallest of smiles. "Anyone with half a brain’d like you. But me? Hell, darlin’. I’ve liked you since the day I met you."

You step back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze fully, searching his face for any hint of pity, of kindness given out of obligation. "You don’t need to lie to me," you say, voice trembling. It feels like your heart is spilling out of you, breaking open right here in front of him. "Not just to make me feel better..."

Joel’s brow furrows, his dark eyes softening, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. A thread holds stretched taut between you. He doesn’t drop his hands from your shoulders, doesn’t let you pull away any further. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying you like you’re the most important thing in the world right now, like he’s trying to figure out how to put the pieces of you back together.

"What reason would I have to lie to ya now that you ain't with my sorry ass boy?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it carries a shiver down your whole body. You swallow hard, shaking your head. "I don’t know. I just—" You stumble over your own tongue.

Joel exhales slowly, his lips pressing into a thin line as his eyes bore into yours. simmering, waiting to swallow you whole. "Darlin’," he murmurs, "Let me show you then." Before you can even think, he leans in.

The world falls away the moment his lips meet yours. It’s soft at first, hesitant, like he’s giving you a chance to stop him if this isn’t what you want. But when you don’t pull away and when you melt into him instead, your fingers clutching at his shirt, he deepens the kiss, large hands sliding from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer.

His lips are warm and sure, washing away any heartbreak you might've felt.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests gently against yours, his breaths mingling with your own. "Am I lyin'?" Your chest tightens, the tears welling up again, but this time they’re different. They’re not the tears of heartbreak—you’re not even sure what they are, only that they feel a little like hope.

"Mister Miller," you breathe, his name dancing on your puffy lips. He smiles, soft and a little sad, brushing a thumb along your cheek. "I got you, sweet girl. You just let me." and you crumble completely. with no hesitation, he picks you up, taking you to the nearest bedroom, where he closes the door behind.

it felt wrong. it was wrong. but the way he looked looming over, you got your head spinning in all the right ways. the bed pooled under you, sheets rustling as you watched joel discard part of his clothes. you nip at your lower lip, scooting your body upward to remove the pants you had on. in mere seconds, both of you are naked, gasping, and holding onto each other like nothing else mattered.

You finally get to see joel fully naked and you can't quite understand how a man his age looks the way he does, and how he's still single, given the package he's been blessed with. "you can stop starin' now. you wanna get me shy?" joel teases, his shaft now on full view for you to gawk at. you're taken by surprise when he so easily pulls you down towards him.

he trailed kisses down your chest like flowers fall from cherry trees in the spring, your body reacting in ways you didn’t know were possible. "Please hurry..." and he chuckles, maybe proud maybe amused to see you this desperate. "'m sorry, darlin'" You purr under his touch, wrapping around him like he's a lifeline. his lips crash against yours again, rough palm slipping into your wet panties. you gasp, the feeling so strange yet so familiar. he lets go of your lips, thick fingers working their way inside of you. Joels eyes meet yours, and he curls his digits, speed picking up. the sounds youㅡ your pussy made, were pure music to him, constant encouragement to go harder, faster, loving the way you looked crumbling onto his fingers. "got such a pretty pussy. Sure you ok with an old man ruin it for anyone else?" he asked it as if it was the least absurd thing he could say right now. you nod your head profusely. "atta girl. knew you were the obedient kind first time I saw ya."

"You gonna come?" Almost mocking you, but you could bot form the proper words. You just looked deep into his glinting eyes as your hand made its way to his hardened crotch. "P-pleasee..." Joel almost loses himself, but he's steady with his movements. "Wanna come on my cock, hm? is that what you beggin' for?" your folds drip and clench around him deliciously, you don't want it to end. and when you're almost there... he stops. you whine in protest but you're quickly put back in your place with a firm tug at your hair. "You take what I give you, girl. Now ass up." you comply. in a second, your back is facing him, red cheeks now hidden into his pillow. you try to balance yourself up with one arm, but he grabs you by the wrist.

"Spread 'em." And you do just that, pulling at your flesh. like an auction. only it's you presenting your cunt for fucking. "Fuck, look at that..." he tuts, gathering some of your juices on his pulsing tip, dragging it up and down your puffy lips. "Pretty girl. She cryin' for me, baby?" a string of fain 'yesyesyes' reaches his ear. hes quiet for a bit but the moment he pushes the tip inside you feel your knees buckle, all the strength you had left into your arms fluttering away. you fall face first into the mattres under you as joel pushes down your lower back. it hurts, but the pain is delicious. your moans feel the room, the occasional slap to your ass interrupting them. Joel is strong, fast and brutal, leaving you no room to breathe, fucking so deep into you you're sure he's way past your bellybutton. "T-takin' it so well, pretty girl, so well.." your skin burns where joel touched it, whole head fuzzy and empty. "pleasepleaseplease" as the whole bed shakes and strums to his movements.

your back arches as waves of pleasure break over your body like water on a shore. your head was spinning, heart pounding, as his whole weight dominated over you. "That's it, baby, take it." his thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each timeㅡ your whole insides burning, too cock drunk to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made. "been dreamin' about havin' you like this, baby. look at herㅡ" joel throws his head back, delivering a harsh thrust, the pain quickly melding into pleasure. "gonna come, hm?" he's stern and rough with his request. "hhhaㅡ y-yes, plea-se..." You don't know if you're crying because it feels too good or because of how long you've waited for this, no matter how unforgiving this could be.

eyes shot open when he roughly yanks your hair, your skin slapping on his being to only sound you can faintly make out in your dazed state. you let your whole body go, tongue lulled out as he takes out on you anything he might've been feeling. you were at his mercy, your moans irrefutable. your stomach flips and churns as that familiar feeling pools again in your lower tummy, and you were chasing it, crying. from what, you didn't quite know. maybe because you've never been fucked this good or maybe because it'll be over too soon.

the room was stuffy. "o-oh myㅡ god!" You yelp when joels speed picks up, shocked that he can go that fast, considering you've heard him multiple times complaining about his bad back. "shitㅡ i gotta come, baby. you gonna let me do it in ya? huh?" You nod your head so, squeezing around him like a ring, and he rewards you with a slap to your ass. "fuckin' slut." he laughs through breathy moans. you're holding on for dear life, reaching for anything your fingers can grasp at this moment. you're sure the neighbors are having a blast seeing the whole house shake. "that's it, girl. take itㅡ c'mon..." with a few more pumps his hips come to a halt, whole body trembling as he comes ropes inside of you. you let go, bliss washing over you, the ringing in your ears covering the soft curses escaping Joel's lips. steadying himself, he pulls out, voice cracking as he speaks again. "fuuck... baby, look at her." he smiles crooked, watching intently as his come drips out of you, cascading down to your thighs. you lick your lips, looking back and right up at him whilst spreading your legs wider.

"Don't do that. think I don't have it in me to fuck you again?"

you tease, "i don't know. do you?" and he laughs, pushing inside of you again, watching as your face contorts in pleasure. "Careful, girl."

you wonder when your boyfriendㅡ i mean exㅡ will come back home.

[angelofsmalldeaath]

first light — a.h.b.

cw: mentions of bad mental health

“there you are,” i lean against the doorframe, watching him manoeuvre in the darkness. it’s barely past four, barely even light out, and yet there he is, fumbling around the kitchen. 

“shit, did i wake you?” he whispers even though he doesn’t need to, and goes back to what he was doing. 

when i squint my eyes a little i realise he’s gathering supplies for coffee. 

“it’s four…”

he nods, his back to me. 

“in the morning…”

another nod. i push myself off the doorframe and walk up to him. 

his hair is sleep-mussed, his t-shirt more wrinkled than usual, like he's been tossing and turning. i wrap my arms around him and kiss his back. 

“why won’t you look at me?”

he shrugs, i feel the muscles of his back move against my cheek. “‘s dark, love, won’t be able to see you anyway.”

i poke him in the ribs, finally eliciting a response. “we have electricity, you know?”

he sighs, deflates more like it, and finally turns, still in my arms, except now my chin rests on his chest as opposed to his back. i look up, trying to make out his features in the twilight. 

“there,” he pauses, makes it a point to stare right into my eyes, “i’m looking at you now.”

i can make out the vague shape of his face. even as my eyes adjust, and i see the one small curl dropping on his forehead, it’s hard to see the rest of him, hard to see the precise green of his eyes or the russet of his beard. 

“can i turn on the lights, please?”

“no, dont!” he wraps his hand around my wrist, gentle but firm. “this feels better.”

i’m about to say something when the kettle comes to a boil. he turns again and i try not to let him go from my arms but he moves anyway. ultimately, i drop them, letting them hang awkwardly at my sides. 

“coffee?”

“do you not plan on going back to bed?”

“not really, no.”

like always he puts two teaspoons of coffee in the french press, pours the hot water on top. i watch him, still turned away from me, silent, thinking. not entirely there. 

“did you ever go to bed?”

“of course i did, darling,” he laughs airily, “i was right next to you all night.”

“that’s not how i mean it and you know it.” the sternness in my voice surprises us both. still, he doesn’t turn. his shoulders sag, his head bows low, and in the dim light, i see a slight shudder pass through him. 

“i couldn’t…”

“bad dreams?”

“bad dreams?!” he laughs bitterly, “what am i, five?”

worry gnaws at my insides, and i hesitate, wondering how much to push. it’s he who first breaks the silence. “just…thoughts. not bad but not…not very nice ones.”

he clears his throat and goes through all the practiced motions—presses the french press down gently, takes out two mugs, his a plain black, mine littered with hand-painted daisies from one of our date nights. somehow in the darkness he manages not to spill a single drop. instead he lingers, takes a second to himself before he turns and offers my mug to me.

“thanks,” i wrap my hand around it and savour the warmth for just the fraction of a second. “can we sit?”

“i really don’t want to move.”

“right…” i walk up to him, standing side by side until our arms touch, and sit, right there on the kitchen floor with my back against the dishwasher. i have to crane my neck a lot to finally look at him wordlessly, he sits too, moves closer to me until our thighs touch and our arms press against each other. 

he still seems so far away. 

gently i intertwine my fingers with his, tracing the pads of his fingers and the light dusting of hair on his knuckles. “should we talk or would you rather sit in silence?”

“a bit heavy to have this chat at the crack of dawn, don’t you think?”

“i don’t mind it if you don’t,” i take a sip of my coffee and cringe at the lack of sugar. right. it’s black. 

my reaction doesn’t go unnoticed though. for the first time that day, he laughs. no that’s not it, he snorts, like he’s teasing me. “i forgot to put in your million sugars.”

“it’s two!” i protest, “and a splash of milk, it’s nothing outrageous!” but the smile on his face lingers just another moment and a smidge of weight lifts off my chest. 

“things must be…abysmal,” i nudge his knee with mine, “if you forgot how i take my coffee.”

for a while he’s silent, watching as the sky lightens—from dark blue to purple to a smidge of pink and orange. it’s not fully light out yet, but i suspect it won’t be long now. 

“a little,” he admits quietly, like it’s a secret he’s only just revealing. “i’ve been trying to hide it from you. a bit shitty of me, really, i’d be upset if you hid something like this from me. if you were struggling,” he swallows, “mentally. and i didn’t know about it. wasn’t there to help you…”

i bring his hand to my mouth, kiss his palm. “it is…upsetting,” i admit, “but i’d like to know now. or–or whenever you’re ready, whenever you want to talk.”

he sighs deeply, rests his head on top of mine. “maybe when it’s not five in the morning.”

i smile when i hear the laugh in his voice, stare at our intertwined hands and how well they fit together.

“how d’you know it’s five?”

“the sun’s up,” he points towards the window with his mug, and i see it there—the sky, no longer purple with a hint of pink. within a few seconds it seems to have erupted with colours; yellow and orange and red and pink and gold. 

a small ray of sunshine even wanders into our kitchen. 

i look at him, finally visible to me in the first light of the morning. then i kiss his temple and he smiles. it’s a small, tentative thing, but it’s there and it’s real and it stays. 

“there you are,” i whisper, failing to contain a smile of my own. 

“there i am,” he whispers, finally turns to look at me. for a moment his gaze lingers on my lips and i take that as my cue to press my lips against his—mine chapped and dry, his tasting like coffee.

“i think it will be a…decent day,” he declares and sets his empty mug aside. “can we go to bed now?”

“you’d like that?”

“yeah…” he gently touches my cheek with his knuckle and i lean into his touch, closing my eyes briefly. when i open them, he’s staring at me, letting his eyes roam all over my face. “i think i’d love that.”

[sapnap2]

Okay i’ll do it. starting off strong we have the drarmpits (dream armpits). i always feel like pits r underrated on here and maybe just generally bc i dont ever see people other than me specifically talking about them most of the time. but i just think theres something so … idk how to put it into words but theres just something so human about them that i love likekee i just don’t know. anyways yeah buries my face in them or whatever. next!!! his chest. i dont think its like rewallly super hairy or anything but there’s enough there for me to think about and feel lightheaded doing so. his hairy fucking tits ….. moving swiftly on to one of my favourites. the happy drail :3 one of these days hes gonna reach up or stretch or something on camera that’ll give me a glimpse of his hairy stomach that i then just won’t let go of. it’ll be like that one photo of him sat in a laundry basket but a billion times worse which brings us onto his legs. his beautiful legs. one of the only sections of this that ive seen outside of my own uh Visions shall we say anyways i fucking love his legs theyre the perfect amount of hairiness and i want to floss my teeth on them who said that .. i’ve already mentioned it but that laundry basket photo is my favourite droto of all time i think (id put it here but im sure u know exactly the one i mean). i love all of em but that one is really special to meee. AND I ALMOST FORGOT. the drubes. again i need to bury my face here on my way down to- anyways Anyways. his beard .. idk if that counts but like its hair and on his body soo. i love the colour of it (i think that colour transfers to everything else ive talked about here tbh like that makes sense i think?) anyways something about beard burn goes here. and lastly his hair .. again maybe doesnt count but it’s hair on his body and i want to play w it as he catnaps on my lap etc. i could go on for hours like i could seriously wax poetic about dream and. his beautiful hairy tits. and there we go!! i hope this was enjoyable to read i had the best time picturing all this as i went. urm. dream my boyfriend who i kiss and bury my face in the chest of everyday Yippee!!!! im gonna write and publish a poetry book entirely about. the drody hair and nobody will ever know. except me and u and anyone who reads this. idk im just typing words at this point i feel rly dizzy i need to bury my head in his chest inneedd to smell him <- crazy person thing to say (tagged on the end of this okay. sure).

[asiogie]

okay fine drops the dream bodyhair manifesto in ur askbox. fine. if u really insist. maybe i will. Okay i’ll do it. starting off strong we have the drarmpits (dream armpits). i always feel like pits r underrated on here and maybe just generally bc i dont ever see people other than me specifically talking about them most of the time. but i just think theres something so … idk how to put it into words but theres just something so human about them that i love likekee i just don’t know. anyways yeah buries my face in them or whatever. next!!! his chest. i dont think its like rewallly super hairy or anything but there’s enough there for me to think about and feel lightheaded doing so. his hairy fucking tits ….. moving swiftly on to one of my favourites. the happy drail :3 one of these days hes gonna reach up or stretch or something on camera that’ll give me a glimpse of his hairy stomach that i then just won’t let go of. it’ll be like that one photo of him sat in a laundry basket but a billion times worse which brings us onto his legs. his beautiful legs. one of the only sections of this that ive seen outside of my own uh Visions shall we say anyways i fucking love his legs theyre the perfect amount of hairiness and i want to floss my teeth on them who said that .. i’ve already mentioned it but that laundry basket photo is my favourite droto of all time i think (id put it here but im sure u know exactly the one i mean). i love all of em but that one is really special to meee. AND I ALMOST FORGOT. the drubes. again i need to bury my face here on my way down to- anyways Anyways. his beard .. idk if that counts but like its hair and on his body soo. i love the colour of it (i think that colour transfers to everything else ive talked about here tbh like that makes sense i think?) anyways something about beard burn goes here. and lastly his hair .. again maybe doesnt count but it’s hair on his body and i want to play w it as he catnaps on my lap etc. i could go on for hours like i could seriously wax poetic about dream and. his beautiful hairy tits. and there we go!! i hope this was enjoyable to read i had the best time picturing all this as i went. urm. dream my boyfriend who i kiss and bury my face in the chest of everyday Yippee!!!! im gonna write and publish a poetry book entirely about. the drody hair and nobody will ever know. except me and u and anyone who reads this. idk im just typing words at this point i feel rly dizzy i need to bury my head in his chest inneedd to smell him <- crazy person thing to say (tagged on the end of this okay. sure). anywaysss hands u the deepest darkest part of my brain drinks some chamomile tea and goes to sleeb for 10hrs zzz <3

really good fucking work anon just really great literature in the askbox today

[ardentguilt]

On the topic of matress protectors bamboo ones are SO NICE.

I’m a guy who runs hot, especially at night and I found since I put a bamboo protector on it’s definitely cooler.

A bare home feels cold and uninviting, nobody likes that. Display your Knick knacks or whatever. It personalises your space with what you like and can even create a talking point with guests. You’re allowed to enjoy things. If you have an interest in something show it off.

Sheets can be expensive but trust me, do some research and learn some of the pros and cons of various materials and thread counts, take the time to decide what you feel you’d enjoy best and buy that. Dont just buy the cheapest bedding you find, that stuff isn’t likely to be comfortable OR last long. Buy a good set and you’ll have comfort AND longevity (which in the long run buying a good set from the start may save you $$$ because you won’t be buying cheaper sets so often the expense piles up)

Moisturise. If your skin is feeling dry or flaky moisturise it. Moisturised skin is healthier. It’s nourished and will bounce back better from damage. This is why I was told to moisturise my chest in the month leading up to chest surgery because moisturised and well hydrated skin will heal better.

For guys with facial hair, particularly beards get some beard shampoo and maybe even some beard oil. Beard shampoo is generally lighter weight than head shampoo so won’t be so harsh on your hairs.

The beard oil will nourish the hairs, roots and underlying skin so you’ll have stronger, softer hairs less likely to break and drop out and it’ll help you avoid beard itch and dandruff.

If you get acne see if you can find a product called PHisohex. It’s a face wash with Triclosan and is balanced to the skin’s natural PH. I use this and find it really helped me get my acne under control when it was bad a couple years back.

If you’re someone who has pretty oily skin I can recommend L’Oréal Men Expert Pure Carbon Anti Imperfection Daily Face Wash. this stuff cleans my face better than anything has before as in while I was it off my face is LITERALLY squeaky clean. A little goes a long way so it lasts. AND it’s got a cooling effect so it’s heaven after a hot day.

Deodorant isn’t scary. USE IT.

If you wear cologne 1-2 SPRAYS ONLY. We don’t need to be able to smell you a week before we see you.

Dudes shouldn't have to prove themselves by having spartan greyscale homes with dollar store rubber shower curtains and a mattress on the floor. Do you know what life is like with linen

[sheetsonfire]

We'll Always Need Each Other | Part 2

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead, Sister!Reader, Will Halstead, Intelligence

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: violence, swearing, abduction, ptsd, torture

Word Count: 4196

Requested By Anon: Hey ! From Resanoona I saw that you're making halstead sis imagines ! Can I request one were Jay and the sis have a big fight but then someone kidnaps her ? And Jay is all worried and when he found her she's like bleeding out (she's been shot) ? But she makes it and they both apology (fluff at the end) ? If you dont want to do it s'okay, just if you do it please can you put it with fem sis reader ? Not gn ? Thanks !

A/N: This is Part 2, here's We'll Always Need Each Other Part 1

Will scrubs at his beard as he tries to reconcile the thoughts racing through him. Approximately thirty seconds ago Will had been self-assured that the only course of action in this situation was to follow Jay into the kitchenette, potentially clock his brother in the jaw and chew him out for being so reckless with himself. Then, as his brother was reeling, he would remind Jay of the horrendous fact that this behaviour had come with great risk to your wellbeing.

Yet, in actuality when Will follows Jay into the small kitchenette, he’s struck by the image of how distraught his brother already is. Jay’s hands are shaking and he’s looking anywhere but at Will, seemingly waiting for permission to speak. Somewhere Will was aware that argument or not, your kidnapping may well have come at another time, as it was looking more likely to be premeditated. Still, Jay had been an asshole, and Will could see that the man in front of him was already miles ahead in the mental self-flagellation department. Will inhales and exhales, his gut gnawing in worry for the both of you.

“Jay…” Will starts, considering his words carefully. Jay needed help, more importantly, you needed help. You couldn’t afford for your brothers to be at odds with each other right now. 

"...I want to be so angry with you, I want to hit you and I want to yell for our sister... But I can't do it..." Will's jaw clenches, not from anger, but from deep concern.

In front of him, his usually put-together brother was holding his stomach, swallowing repeatedly, attempting to catch his breath. It was no surprise that your absence, your abduction, made him feel physically ill, Will was fighting the same sensations.

The redhead moves forward, opening a cupboard where he finds what he was looking for, a mug. He fills the mug with water and presses it into Jay’s hands, closing his own palms around Jay’s. 

“Take slow sips, you’re gonna throw up or pass out if you don’t take a second…” Will watches carefully, really seeing how clammy and tired Jay looked.

Will watches as Jay lifts his head to look at him properly, utter sadness and regret burn deeply in those intense eyes. Will takes the mug from Jay and sets it on the counter, guiding Jay by the shoulders to make him sit on the couch.

Jay exhales harshly, hands fidgeting on the knees of his jeans as he follows Will's breathing. 

His voice is thick with tears that are so very nearly on the verge of falling. "Why, Will? Why can't you do it? I deserve it..." His thoughts are racing, he looks at his brother with panicked energy, continuing,

“I have made your lives a living hell, I needed help and I didn’t take it…And now she- she’s paying for it…you’re paying for it… Sorry won’t ever cover it, I-” He can feel the tears pooling faster than he can stop them, head dropping they slip quietly down his cheeks.

Warm hands cup the sides of his face, getting him to look up again. Will’s squatting to Jay’s eye level, gentle eyes are studying him, a determined expression falls over his face.

“I know you, Jay. I know what kind of person you are, I know who you are and who you’re not. This should have never happened, I won’t lie and say it’s okay, because it’s not. But we will face it when we have Y/N back. She needs you right now, she needs us, so we’re gonna get out there and make sure she- she comes home… alright? You got that?” 

Jay nods, leaning into Will’s comforting hands for just a moment. Will squeezes his shoulder, “Come on, let’s go look at footage together. There must be a link here somewhere.”

Jay hastily wipes the tears from his face, a ghost of a smile on his face as he hears Will act almost like him. Picking up the mug of water in the hopes that he could quiet the headache and nausea with some hydration. He heads back to his desk and Voight watches from the window of his office, catching Will’s eye he nods as if to say “You good?” and Will responds with an affirmative “Yeah, we’re good” nod in kind. 

Hailey glances up from her desk, sliding out of the chair to approach the brothers. Jay braces, knowing he owes Hailey the same amount of grovelling as his own family, he waits apprehensively for whatever she’s about to say but is surprised to find that it isn’t a scathing condemnation of his recent shortcomings. 

“If you guys need anything, just say so. We’ve got eyes everywhere, we won’t back down. It’s looking more likely Y/N’s a target for a reason, that means they’ll want something, we’ll be ready to deal with that.” 

Jay’s eyes are misty once more, he smiles weakly, “Thanks, Hails. Really, thank you.”

Will smiles too, squeezing her shoulder. “Thanks, Hailey. We appreciate it.”

Will finally takes a seat next to Jay and watches as Jay clicks on a folder in the security footage assigned to his apartment building, it’s dated two days before your abduction. This particular file is a 12-hour cycle focused on the door to the front desk, the desk itself and the elevators in the building.

[Elsewhere]

It’s not that you'd ever practised being kidnapped, after all, who has? But the more you lay there, limbs bound, pained winded breaths as you try to forget the throbbing in your knee, you come to the conclusion that somewhere in your mind you had thought you’d be better at this.

Given your siblings were both highly intelligent, skilled and resourceful people in their respective careers, you figured that somehow you might have just absorbed their powers, so to speak. Jay and Will had taught you first aid, self-defence, what to do in an emergency, and so on, yet when it comes down to being beaten, tied up and left without aid...you found were just tired. Tired, scared and sick.

In passing hours your attempt to keep track of the time became a nauseating blur, the very raw truth was that your bones panged with hurt, dehydration was starting to get the better of you, and your head drove sharp splitting pains from your scalp through your eyes. Needless to say, time was not at the top of your priority list. You had rather regretfully thrown up next to the mat on the floor, this had made you let out an unholy wail of agony as your stomach couldn’t take the force of retching. You trembled from exhaustion, anxiety and the horrifying sight of blood in your vomit. 

-

Your eyes flutter close, carefully cradling your stomach as if that would somehow encourage it to feel better. In the quiet of the dingy room, you sense a presence shift.

The voice is gentle, soft, and one of the most familiar voices in the world to you. "Hey kiddo, you hanging in there?"

Your eyes snap open. Sat cross-legged on the floor opposite you is Jay, twirling his switchblade between his fingers skillfully. He's in his ranger uniform.

Your breath hitches and a small sob escapes you, "J-Jay?"

"Hey, sweetheart." His smile is bright, younger... if that made any sense. You were so relieved to see your big brother, but something made your gut sink the longer you looked at him.

"How'd you get here? Are we leaving?"

Jay stops smiling then, a sadness seeps into his face, looking down at the floor as the twirling of the knife comes to a standstill.

Your brow furrows in confusion, your heart starting to thud nervously,

"Jay?"

Silence. He's unmoving, head permanently fixated on the floor.

"He won't answer you, little bean." The second voice almost makes you flinch, and then, like Jay's, it brings familiarity and comfort.

Your mind and mouth are running away with questions, "Will? Will, what's happening? Why aren't we escaping, why can't he look at me? How did you get here?"

Your whole body seems to tense with fear when Will's face changes, he too looks at the floor. But unlike Jay, he does answer you again.

"We're always with you, kiddo. But we can't help, not yet... Just keep fighting alright? We're coming, Y/N. You can bet on that."

Tears start to form, you are so confused, trying to reach out with a gasp of agony in your body as you move. “Will, please, don’t leave… I don’t underst-” 

A door slams. Jolting your senses as your eyes snap open, revealing an empty room.

You exhale shakily, a dark realisation dawning on you… you had been hallucinating.

Then, a voice again, your body tensing as someone comes into view. This time you’re inclined to think it’s actually real if the cigarette breath was anything to go by, a figure in a ski mask bends down to get up close to your face, through the fabric you can tell they’re smiling slyly. “Come on it’s time for a close-up.” 

“Why are you doing this, you’re not gonna get a damn thing…” Your voice comes out as a scratchy murmur, swallowing hard trying to find any kind of moisture to clear the thickness in your throat. 

The masked man smirks, cruel lips still smiling, “Oh we’ll see about that, your detective brother would do just about anything for you, wouldn’t he? We’re gonna show him what the cost of timewasting will be…”

Without giving you time to respond he hauls you up, you clench your teeth painfully trying to stop the cries of agony leaving you. You can’t put weight on your infected knee, so it’s left to your captor to drag your weakened frame to where he wants you. White-hot pain radiates from your stomach through your whole torso, so much so that you pass out for a second. When you come to you’re sitting strapped to a chair in a room full of old tools, zip ties cut painfully into your skin, and your entire body burns with pain. Through drowsy eyes you take in your surroundings some more, spotting what looks to be some sort of hose system.

As you refocus your eyes straight ahead, you see another masked man sitting in an old metal folding chair, holding a phone. He sets his mouth wide in a grin, baring teeth like an animal. The shaking rattles through you uncontrollably, the room is cold and you're sure you’re going into what you assume is shock. Trying with every ounce of remaining energy to steel yourself for what might come next.

[Back at the 21st]

Now that Jay was in his element he had calmed as much as he could under the circumstances, he and Will were viewing the footage on the screen diligently, watching the comings and goings of your and Jay’s neighbours. It got to yesterday morning before you had that big fight with Jay, Jay’s posture visibly tensed when he watched himself leave for work at 7am and then, no less than five minutes later, a hooded figure approached the apartment door. The person was seemingly trying to listen for any signs of movement as they pressed their ear to the door. 

Jay and Will’s stomachs drop, knowing full well you’d have not left for college yet at that time of day. 

“Ruze!” Jay hollers. Adam looks up from his station,

“What’cha got?” 

When Jay needs to get a job done, he’ll compartmentalise like you’ve never seen, his voice is commanding and steady. 

“I’m sending you this separate file of our apartment building’s lobby, go to yesterday morning, follow the guy that show’s up around 7am, retrace his movements before he got the building.”

“You got it.” Adam is already tapping and clicking away as he pulls up the relevant folders.

Turning back to his screen Jay continues watching the footage forwards on from 7am, the figure stands there for approximately 6 minutes before trying the handle on the maintenance closet next to the apartment door. 

Your brothers’ eyes go wide as they not only see the door open, but the figure climbs into the confined space and pulls the door closed behind him. 

Will’s eyes are glistening with tears born from fear, the footage was inherently creepy, but seeing somebody seemingly stalk you was an altogether different layer of terror. 

“Jesus Christ, Jay…” He murmurs,

“I know, I know… fuck…” 

The footage keeps rolling as Adam comments on something on his screen, 

“Son of a bitch.”

Now the others had tuned in to the commotion, within minutes Jay and Adam appeared to be unravelling the events that had led up to your abduction. 

Jay swallows, taking a breath, he presses a hand to Will’s shoulder, 

“Keep watching for when Y/N comes out, alright? I’m gonna see what Adam’s got…”

Will nods, eyes focused on the image when Voight comes to stand by him with Kim, Hailey and Kevin heading to Adam’s screen with Jay. 

Adam replays the 20 minutes before the figure had showed up outside your shared apartment with Jay, they’re walking with their hood up but almost comically the wind blows back the hood for a just enough of a moment to give everyone a clear view. 

“What the fuck.” Jay grits out. 

“I know, man. I know. I’ve already pulled up the details of his release, some kind of plea deal was made…” 

“This cannot be happening…” Jay grips the back of Adam’s chair, Hailey rubbing his back in a comforting getsure. 

Voight is looking over pointedly, waiting for an answer, Adam rubs nervously at his face. 

“It’s him, Sarge. Randy Parr is back out of prison.”

Voight is already moving into his office, plucking the telephone from it’s cradle as he dials a number, seemingly already on the case to find out how this could have happened. 

Randall James Parr had been arrested for the abuse and abduction of girls and young women, anywhere from age 15 to 25 was his target. Jay had been crucial in piecing together the evidence, and as such had been the arresting officer. It wasn’t uncommon for perps to swear their vengeance at a police officer, to threat, to spit, to snarl… but Jay now recalls viscerally the promise Parr had made to find something Jay loved and “take it away”... and now it really seemed he had. It made Jay want to vomit at the thought of what he could and would do to you if he was serious enough. 

Kim calls out, squeezing Will’s shoulder reassuringly as they watch nervously the footage of you leaving for school, then having your abductor follow. “Hey, we’ve got her when she was leaving…he follows her through the pod footage all the way to college, then all the way back again, then he gets back into the maintenance closet…” Kim hesitates before her next statement, “I don’t think he was expecting her to leave again that day, but he doesn’t move. Jay comes home that night at 2am, then at 2:17 Y/N is leaving. He cracks the door slightly, must spot that it’s Y/N and not Jay again, nervously looks around before following like he had during the day. Presumably, he meets up with the other two on the way before they, uh, before they take Y/N.” Kim exhales, eyeing Jay nervously. 

Jay is struck dumb, cold ice flowing through his veins, he is distraught and enraged all at once that someone like Parr could see the light of day again. And to actually have the gall to take that which is most precious to him… 

“I shouldn’t have let her leave, I shouldn’t have-” Jay sinks back into Hailey, who guides him into her seat. 

Kim approaches with Will behind, Voight is still yelling on the phone in the background. She kneels, a hand on Jay’s knee. “Jay… he was following her, he was going to try this whether or not she left that night or in the next few days…” Kim isn’t trying to provoke Jay with the nasty truth, but she can’t just let him put the blame squarely on his shoulders. 

Jay drops his head, Will comes forward to place a comforting hand on the back of Jay’s head.

“Come on, man. We gotta be strong for her… Kim is right, this animal was going to try this, your argument wasn’t the cause of this…it really wasn’t…” 

The room is silent for a moment, Kevin is about to speak when Trudy Platt comes charging up the stairs. 

“Guys, this was just delivered by a kid, said some man in a mask asked him to bring it here. It’s addressed to Jay…”

Jay springs from the chair and meets Trudy in the middle of the bullpen, snatching the small item which he can now clearly see is a memory stick. Will watches apprehensively, almost shadowing Jay’s movements afraid he’ll miss a detail. 

Trudy gives a sympathetic look, “We’ve got officers speaking to the kid, getting a statement, I’ll personally stay on top of it.” Nodding assuredly before heading back down the stairs. 

Jay hurries to his desk again, Will and the others in tow, shoving the drive into the port as he waits for the screen to open up the content. Voight steps out of his office, eyeing the group huddle. It’s Hailey who explains. 

“Platt just said a kid dropped off this drive, it was addressed to Jay…” Voight’s face is set in a thin line, nodding as he too focuses on Jay’s computer screen, everyone bracing themselves for what they’re about to see. 

-

The footage is dark, with cracks of light through corrugated metal walls and damaged windows. It begins with a downwards shot of boots, and a dirty puddle of water that looks to be mixing with some sort of oil or fuel. The videographer appears to be sitting, panning up from their feet to reveal what none of the people in the bullpen wanted to believe was happening. There’s a collective intake of breath.

Randy Parr no longer has his hood up, and unlike his cohorts, he has opted out of a mask. Stood with a sense of bravado and a self-congratulatory aura, he smiles at the camera, eyeing your hunched frame in the chair, mouth gagged with a rag and eyes puffy from crying. Placing a heavy hand on your head, he strokes your unkempt hair, making you squirm in your seat, desperate for his filthy hand to be off of your skin, which is crawling in disgust. There’s a sense of ownership in the touch, it makes you want to scream in his face.

Jay’s veins fill with a white-hot rage, any and all sadness is eradicated with the desire to rip Parr apart. He takes in your weakened state, the ragged breaths, blood-stained clothes, clammy skin and covered in dirt. The way you squeeze your eyes shut to block out Parr’s physical touch does something so visceral to your brother, he wants to destroy the man who took you from him, to hold you and tell you that he will always need you. No matter what. 

Will’s body feels almost weightless, the sight of your condition numbs his veins in shock, he clutches the arm of Jay’s chair with the hopes of staying grounded. He can tell by the way you’re trying to hold yourself that the stomach pain must be severe, eyeing your leg he can see that unsurprisingly it hasn’t been tended to, fearful of what infection may be setting in as they look at you. Mentally making rough calculations and guesses for what he'll need to do when he can give you the medical attention you so clearly need. He doesn’t know what else to do except prepare for that. 

Parr finally speaks, squeezing your chin roughly as he gets you to look back up at the camera instead of down at the floor, 

“Jay… Wow, this day came so much sooner than I was anticipating. One of the universe’s blessings, I think. I always thought I’d take a girlfriend, your brother perhaps… but my my, what a treat when I found out about this one… she’s wonderful, isn’t she? Lots of feistiness in her, she fought back good, I’ll tell you that, Halstead. I suppose she gets that from you, doesn’t she? Her beloved big brother…” 

The smile is sinister, Jay is close to snapping the pencil on his desk in half. But he keeps watching, waiting for the inevitable punchline of what Parr’s request is. 

“So this is how we’re doing it alright, Jay? Listen close, I know listening isn’t always your strong suit… We’re gonna have some fun with Y/N here, and as long as you can find her within the next two hours, she will most probably live… hopefully, maybe. Who knows? See, I don’t want money, an escape route, assurance… I can take care of myself, but I want to see if you can take care of your own business, Jay. Alright? Since you so enthusiastically poked your nose into mine.”

What comes next makes everyone in the room yell out some form of expletive or cry out in dismay, Parr takes a bottle from one of the workbenches and shakes it in front of the camera, a faded label that reads “Hydrogen Peroxide” can be seen. He’s wearing gloves, unscrewing the lid slowly on purpose, dragging out the moment as your terrified eyes go wide. He giggles like a child, Jay and Will’s breaths come out huffed through their noses, the pressure they feel is immense.  

He tips some of the liquid into the cap of the bottle, lowering himself down in a squat he hovers by your legs, you try to move away, to somehow knock over the chair but he barks out an order that immediately freezes your movements, 

“Stop moving or I’ll fucking pour this in your eyes.” The smile is gone from his face, the raw evil malice sits in its place.

Your eyes close again, instinctively protecting and preparing for what’s about to come. 

The cap tips and the liquid instantly burns your already raw and damaged flesh, at first you can’t make a single sound, strangled gasps of agony scrape along the inside of your throat before your vocal cords work to let out an almost inhuman wail of pain. Your fingers, which are behind your back, claw at your skin to find some salvation or some distraction, spots dance in your eyes and you think you might pass out again but a loud slam of the resealed bottle on metal snaps you to attention. 

Parr spits at the floor, smiling smugly as he takes in his work. 

“We’ll send another video soon, Jay. So you best get to work, and I’m gonna see what other kinds of fun we can have here!” 

He gives a small wave at the camera, as if he was waving on the beach in a holiday video, patting your injured leg roughly as you cry out again, soft whimpers as your head pounds mercilessly. Then, the video cuts and ends.

For a brief moment, nobody moves or speaks. It's Voight that brings himself back to reality first. 

“I want to go frame by frame through that footage, there’s gotta be identifying markers, environmental factors, something! Somebody needs to go to the kid with Trudy, make him take you right back to where the guy stopped him. Retrace, retrace, retrace. This son-of-a-bitch thinks he’s got us, well he hasn’t. Y/N is counting on us, and we’re not letting her down. You got that?”

There’s a resounding “Yes, sarge!” as everyone disperses to either keep at what they were doing or take apart the new details. 

Voight rests one hand on both Jay and Will, he knows exactly the terror of finding someone you love taken and hurt, he had experienced it all too clearly with Justin. 

“Jay, this was your case, alright? There’s gonna be a detail from the case that can help us get this bastard, he isn’t a mastermind, and he wants to give you the challenge to find Y/N, so let’s do it. I’m gonna go through the list of CIs associated with this prick, somebody has to know something. We’re gonna get her back.”

Jay nods, giving a quiet, “Thanks, Sarge,” and Will sits back in his chair, rubbing at his throbbing temples. 

“Jay…” Will’s voice is lost, full of fear, a questioning tone on what the hell they do next. 

“I know… we’re gonna find her, Will. This is my job…it’s my job to protect her, to find her…” 

“Wherever this takes us I’m coming with, I’ll have someone bring me a jump bag, an ambo on standby, whatever it is…”

“Okay.” Jay exhales, he was going to nail this fucker if it was the last thing he did. And he was gonna make damn sure you came home to him and Will. 

-

End of Part 2

Tags: elius-learns-to-write - iamasimpingh0e - resanoona -waywardfamily - trulylavandedarling - darlingyoureperfection

[heckinconfusedparade]

Sonic, Tails and Knuckles have their first and last bubble bath together when they recreate the Partysaurus Rex short from Toy Story

It all started so calm. Sonic just wanted to share the joy of bubble baths with his brothers.

“So. How do we make this.. bath of bubbles?” Knuckles leans over Sonic as he runs the bath “well, it’s simple. Just get some nice warm water in here… not too much, though. Especially if all 3 of us are cramming in there.” He reaches for the bubble liquid and starts slowly pouring it “just need a little bit of-“ Tails accidentally knocks his arm when retrieving some bath toys that cause Sonic to loose his grip, and the bottle falls right into the water. The 3 stare down at it.

“Uh-oh.” Sonic says in slight shock. “Uhh.. Sonic, is this safe?” Tails didn’t like Sonics tone. “..yeah! Of course it is! It’s just some bubbles… or. Well, a lot of bubbles.”

Knuckles stares at the bubble mountain beginning to form “Sonic we are going to suffocate in bubbles.” “Not true! Don’t be a party pooper, Knux.” Sonic gets an idea. He’s seen this in a movie! He runs off and grabs some multicoloured party lights and sets them up. He also adds a disco ball for extra pizzazz. Then he goes and gets a Bluetooth speaker.

Party lights? On.

Bathroom lights? Off.

Kickass music? On.

Party? Rock is in the house tonight.

Tails and Knuckles stare in awe at the scene in front of them. Sonic gets them both some sunglasses to sport and look cool. It’s a full disco rave in the bathroom. Tails dumps all the light up toys in the tub.

The 3 start partying. Bubbles are being tossed at each other, beards are being made, and dance party is goin wild.

It’s just the 3 of them vibing in the tub with a mountain of bubbles… they vibe so hard they don’t notice how high the water is getting.

During a Maccerana dance along, Sonic notices the water is getting a little high.

He wonders… why is the flow drain not working? One of his lovely brothers plugged that shit up with a whale. He goes to twist the taps off, despite his clueless brothers groaning.

Well, they twist.. right off. Sonic stares at the tap handles in his hands. He reaches down to pull the drain. His stomach drops when he just pulls up the chain.

“Uh, guys?? It won’t stop.”

Tails pauses “what?”

“It won’t stop.”

Knuckles, in his infinite wisdom says “what won’t stop?”

Sonic gestures to the broken handles “THE WATER, KNUCKLES.”

“Oh.” “YEAH ‘OH’!”

Even though the three get out of the tub, the water keeps rising. The bubbles flow over the side of the tub and onto the floor. The brothers are desperately trying to unclog the drains, but have no luck. Sonic places some towels on the floor and under the door, hoping the water won’t get through.

Knuckles hits the little knob on top of the drain. The water stops. The 3 share a sigh of relief. Then Sonics eyes widen “fuck-“ the shower has turned on and is making water and bubbles splash everywhere.

They panic. What does one do in this scenario??

Then, they hear a knock. The party stuff is turned off, and the regular lights are back on. Maddie’s voice is heard on the other side of the door “boys, is everything ok in there? I’m coming in.”

The boys start screaming “WAIT DONT” but it is too late. It is already in motion. Water rushes out past Maddie into the hallway and down the stairs. Tom, who just got home, has a double take watching the newly installed waterfall take its course.

Maddie shoves her boys out of the way and rushes to the tub “What did you guys do??” She demands, quite angry at the 3 of them who are panicking more.

Sonic shows her the knobs and chain “I TRIED TO STOP IT BUT IT WOULDNT WORK.”

Maddie mutters some colourful words and shouts into the hallway “TOM TURN OFF THE WATER” and a few moments later, the water is off.

A plumber is called to the scene. Everything is fixed, and the water in the tub goes down the drain. However. Everything else is still wet, despite the flood itself being drained.

3 now very grounded kiddos are now mopping and soaking up water like their lives depend on it. Because they do. Tails checks for any water damage, and thankfully finds nothing that’s too major. Just some spots that are an easy fix to him.

Knuckles feels terrible. He feels like he should have stopped this from happening, and now his parents are mad at him.

Sonic takes most of the blame, saying that the party was his idea. But his brothers join him and say that they were the reason it got out of hand.

Tom and Maddie are very angry with them. For good reason. The boys are sat on the couch, hanging their heads in shame as their parents tear them a new one with an angry lecture. They’re super lucky more damage wasn’t caused. They’re all sent to their rooms until Tom and Maddie can figure out what to do with them.

They decide that next time, they will have an outdoor pool party instead.

[blackandwhlteaesthetlc]

Hun, of course you're making sense! I understand what you're saying and i absolutely agree with you. Stunts are draining and upsetting, but i guess alot of fans are just taking it out on harry as if he's the one choosing to have beard and a stunt! We dont know the full story as you said. And also, louis didnt receive this backlash and hate from his OWN fans like harry is receiving, when he stunted with danielle and eleanor...All the kissing pics for his promo and danielle's promo..Yet harry is always the one taking the blame? So, actually you're the only one who's cutting harry some slack and sticking up to him and its refreshing to see. Louis is always being sympathised and excused yet harry isnt. Also, it seems like olivia and her manager/publicist are the ones who want those pap kissing pics to get back at harry for ignoring her at venice, since they BOTH have a stunting contract with clauses and olivia has a say in this stunt as well not just harry's team who makes the call. This stunt isnt over yet and it wont be over this month or the next month, it just seems like fans are choosing to blame harry for getting their hopes up that this stunt was over, it was obvious it wasnt over yet when there were paps at harry's last nyc show filming olivia dancing at his show. So today was to be expected. Thank you

Thank you, anon. Idk about you but I vented with people privately, focused on my actual job for a few hours (lol) and took some deep breaths which helped a lot.

I won’t pretend this doesn’t feel shitty. It sucks. I hate feeling stupid and when days like today happen, it’s hard to not feel completely exhausted or misled as a fan. All the thoughts and feelings I saw expressed on my dash were real and valid. My gut tells me right now to just take a step back and breathe. I don’t like what’s going on but I don’t have the full picture. If we ever do get the full picture and it tells me Harry and Louis aren’t people or artists that deserve my time/energy/support anymore, I’ll walk away. Not like an asshole and become a rad or something 😂 I’ll just disengage and find something else that sparks joy, as painful as it would be initially. But yeah, idk. Right now my gut isn’t telling me to do that. I may just need more breaks now and then, which is a healthy way to participate in fandom anyway I think.

[nothorses]

Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I just thought I’d ask because Google isn’t very good-

What are some things that happen on T that you dont expect/think will happen/surprised you?

I know the obvious stuff like voice dropping and hair and muscle growth being easier, but idk what to expect other than those bits and I’m a bit nervous.

Sorry to bother you, have a lovely day! 💚

Ooh, okay. This is exactly why I kept a journal.

lemme start with the most helpful bit of info I received pre-T:

Skin oiliness/acne

Everyone has different experiences with this; personally, my acne actually cleared up completely for a few months when I first started. Now it’s back, and worse, but I’ve noticed it’s mostly around my mouth and chin- where beard growth is beginning. Also, upper back and shoulders. Those areas seem to be the typical ones, from what I gather.

I am definitely oilier, and I definitely need to shower every day. I recommend getting lotion for your back, and some kind of scrubber, and washing your face morning and night to deal with oiliness. I use basic face wash, toner, and moisturizer, plus I exfoliate and use a hydrating face mask 2 or 3 times a week. And benzoyl peroxide cream for the zits. That’s what was recommended to me & it’s working pretty well, but ymmv!

Cessation of menstrual period

This also varies for everyone, especially between gel and injections. I’m on injections, and mine stopped about three months in. It was also kind of a petering out; they might get longer or less intense for a bit before they stop entirely.

Body fat redistribution

This one takes a while and isn’t super immediately noticeable, but working out helps speed this process along. You may also gain weight when you’re first starting T, and most folks’ appetites increase as well. Mine certainly did- but then I started Adderall not long after, which has lessened it again.

Vaginal atrophy

This just means you begin to produce less fluid & tighten up. Lube is your friend, prep is your friend, just be kind to your stuff. You shouldn’t experience any pain or significant discomfort, but I was sort of dry/itchy for a month or so near the beginning, and lube helped with that. Talk to a doctor if it keeps going on and doesn’t get better in time.

Increased muscle mass/strength

This one can take a while to start, but I’ve heard that it can be tough to know your own strength when it does. Again, working out helps!

Changes in libido

My libido increased fast and hard. You will not be uncontrollable by any means, you will not become a sex-crazed beast, you will not lose your faculties or any of that shit people sometimes try to scaremonger with. It’s literally just that your regular hornyness happens more often, and might feel stronger as well. It’s also normal for orgasms to feel different after some time on HRT; less full-body, more specific to the genital region.

Some folks also talk about shifts in orientation. In my experience, the orientation thing has been true, but only because I feel more comfortable in my own body now! I’m more comfortable with the idea of physical relationships because I’m more comfortable with existing and being perceived physically. I have a better read on who I’m actually attracted to because I’m not on eight planes of dissociation from my own emotions and sense of attraction. It feels better, and more true to who I actually am.

Facial/body hair growth

This varies for everyone too! Body hair starts to thicken and spring up in new areas; I noticed it on my lower abdomen first. My leg hair seems to be darkening and thickening a bit, too. Facial hair can feel itchy and even hurt a bit when it first starts, but essentially it’s your peach fuzz starting to thicken up and grow longer over time. It can also be sort of patchy and inconsistent, and it can take multiple years for it to fill out into satisfying beard hair.

Give it time! Shaving won’t speed things up, but getting shaving materials a few months in isn’t a terrible idea. The patchy/inconsistent/whispy growth isn’t everyone’s favorite look to rock, and shaving can be a validating experience. Personally I like to let things grow, since I live alone and nobody sees me without a mask on, but it’s nice to have the option.

Bottom growth

I think this is weirdly one that folks don’t really talk about, but it is one of the more significant changes! Things may feel pretty sensitive pretty quickly (mine started within the first month) and it’s helpful to wear bottoms with some space in those first few months after you feel bottom growth starting. It can definitely be painful at times- that’ll chill out after a while, though.

I don’t want to get super explicit with this post, but it will essentially look a lot like a very small penis after some time. You need to take care to clean it- rinse, and use very basic, unscented soap very sparingly- and keep in mind that you may be prone to UTIs. Cranberry juice won’t do much, but cranberry pills will!

Deepened voice

This also started very early for me. My throat was sore almost immediately, and while there was no noticeable change in my voice, the soreness kept up almost constantly for months. My first “drop” was during my second month, though usually that happens the third month.

My voice was kinda scratchy and weak for a while, and it was hard to figure out where to speak; it sort of felt like I was just more inclined to use a lower register most of the time. Gradually, the higher part of my range started to become... “locked”? If I tried to speak too highly, my voice would squeak and crack. Now, it’s naturally much deeper, and I can’t speak above a certain register at all. There’s just no sound!

It can help to learn to speak from your belly, not your head, if you want your voice to be deeper. You may also notice that certain ways of speaking and certain inflections read differently as your voice changes; a lot of voice training for trans men is about using a flatter inflection. How you want to sound is entirely up to you, and there’s no wrong way to speak.

Also, low-T can make the voice change process easier and help preserve your singing voice, and may be worth looking into if that’s important to you. Changes will happen more slowly overall on low-T.

Hair loss/male pattern baldness

This was the one I was honestly afraid of, but the nurse I spoke to is also on T, and what he told me was that “hair loss” just means your hairline shifts to a more masculine shape. Nothing scary! Male pattern baldness is also determined by genetics; look to male family members for predictions on when that might set in for you, if it does.

Hopefully there’s some helpful info in there! It’s also 2am now, so I might just be unintelligible. Good luck, friend, and if you’re starting soon, congrats!!

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Chan's 1k Followers Challenge!

To commemorate my 1k followers milestone, I decided to hold a little writing challenge for you guys!

Now there's a twist, more like a spin because it'll be Spin The Wheel Challenge! The rules are a little...baffling, so please read them carefully and you have to be 18+ and you don't necessarily have to follow me but it'll be nice!

The general rules are as follows -

You can write for both Sam and Dean (I wouldn't say no to a Winchester sandwich either). All versions of the Winchesters (demon, soulless, AUs, are welcome)

Other than the SPN fandom, you can write for Marvel, Lucifer, Shadow&Bone, 911, Bridgerton

You can also write for Jensen and Jared (or a J2 sandwich), Ben Barnes, Chris Evans too. Honestly, if you want to write for characters not mentioned here, go for it! No worries, let the imagination run wild.

Characters x male readers are welcomed as well

The only donts here are - No Wincest or Destiel (not a fan, not a shipper), no underage smut, no wife-hate.

AUs and A/B/O verse fics are highly welcomed as well as non-cons and dubcons.

Minimum words - 500, maximum - there's no limit but I will prefer if you keep it as an oneshot or even a three parts miniseries.

Now that we are done with the general rules, let's dive into the rules specific to the game!

So I have five sets of different prompt lists - Set A include Song Prompts, Set B includes AU prompts and so on.

There are fifteen prompts in each sets (if necessary, I'll add more)

What you'll do is that you'll send me an ask or a message with the letter of your chosen set (A, B, C, D or E) and then I'll spin the wheel and on whichever number the arrow lands, is your prompt.

To participate you have to choose at least one set but the maximum number of sets you can choose? All five of them! Let the creativity run wild people!

Due date for submission - 30th January (but of course, if you need more time, just lemme know)

Tag me in the A/N when you post your fic and you can also use the #chans1kspinthewheel when you post!

That's it for the rules, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me, happy writing!

You can find the prompt list down below and this is the online spin the wheel which will be used.

Prompt List

A - SONG PROMPTS (I put my spotify on shuffle for this)

Exile by Taylor Swift, Bon Iver

You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC

Favourite Crime by Olivia Rodrigo

Creep by Radiohead

The Night We Met by Lord Huron

Happier than Ever by Billie Eilish

Never Worn White by Katy Perry

You Are The Reason by Calum Scott

Hey Jude by The Beatles

Perfect by One Direction

She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5

Love The Way You Lie (part 2) by Rihanna, Eminem

Night Moves by Bob Seger

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur

B - AU PROMPTS

Neighbors AU

Hospital AU

College AU

Serial Killer AU

Hallmark AU

Domestic AU

Mafia AU

Soulmate AU

Road Trip AU

Witch AU

Professor AU

Rockstar AU

Royalty AU

Stripper AU

Single Parent AU

C - TROPES PROMPTS

Enemies to Lovers

Fake Dating

Bestfriends/Friends to Lovers

Blind Date

Arranged Marriage

Bed Sharing

Fix-it

Mutual Pining

Hurt/Comfort

Huddling for Warmth

Slow Burn

First Time

Opposites Attract

Friends With Benefit

Secret Admirers

D - Dialogue Prompts

“Can you kiss me again? I wasn’t ready.”

“You weren't there when I needed you the most.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”

“You’re not giving me much of a choice.”

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

“You look so good on your knees like that.”

“Those things you said yesterday…Did you mean them?

“Do you want me to leave?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“I could never get tired of you.”

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”

“Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

E - NSFW PROMPTS

Sex Pollen

Fuck or Die

Beard kink

Breeding Kink

Publix Sex

Shower Sex

Mutual Masturbation

Dirty Talk

Cockwarming

Mirror Sex

Orgasm Denial

Oral Sex (fem or male)

Edging

Sexting

Roleplay

[gayfrenchtoast]

Okay fine we're doing this. I havent read the books and I'm probably not going to I've only seen the movies so I'm sorry if anything I say is contradictory or has already been stated.

So! Descendants 3 was kinda shit and I dont like it but especially because of the ending because everybody was like "oh yeah island is open and we're all happy with no worries or implications about free villains or people being spiteful about being imprisoned for years!" In fact if anything they joked about those things.

The island is basically its own culture, I can't say how long it's been around, long enough for some almost adult kids to be about and to develop a kind of community.

The Isle is a place of poverty, people are dirty and on the street, eveyone steals from each other and most people don't put much effort into appearance upkeep (personal or of the sourounding area) not because of laziness or being "evil" but because they clearly don't have time or luxury to do such things or possibly even the clean water. Does the Isle have clean water?? How to they get electricity??? Someone tell me!

Another thing that I've noticed is easy to see but is not much explicitly said is the unique style of those on the Isle. As previously stated they don't have much but those who have the most "power" and such on the Isle are the best example of this As they have the most colourful outfits. However these outfits are often made out of patches and ripped things put together, even salvaged things like nets and chains as we can see on thing like Uma and Harry's outfits in D3 they make the best of what they've got and they do fantastic because their outfits are intricate and detailed and just tell you everything you need to know about them. Which is why it's a damn s h a m e when the original VK's ajust their style to be more like Auradon's. That's not an improvement! Be proud of where you came from!! It's like they forgot what it was like being on the Isle in D3!

Moving on, here's something that was touched on in D2 but not enough. Equality. On the Isle there is basically equal opportunity as in saying everything is shit and nome cares what gender and presumably what sexuality you are as long as you can work. Sexism is shown to be almost casual in aurodon from the looks of it, Chad makes sexist comments and litterally none else says anything or seems to see anything wrong with it except Jay who caves to pressure from peers and expectations. He does redeem himself because he's from the isle and he knows you shouldn't give a shit about anyone's gender or anything. If they can do something and ask to be included you give them that opportunity. The sexism is also implied in the way that the rule book has men written specifically in the first place and that it has taken until then for anyone but boys to be allowed on any kind of sports team. We never see it! It seems to be the hetronormative veiw where the boys do sport and girls do cheerleeding and other genders? What other genders? Never heard of that? BAD AURADON!! I bet there's so many trans folk on the island just living their lives, thinking Aurodon is the better place and not knowing that it's a cis het filled nightmare.

Okay no I'm headcannoning now, if their are now a bunch of Isle kids at auradon prep they find it fucking aweful the way all these preppy royals are treating them and make the first LGBT club in Auradon. There is lots of pushback and they get bullied a fuck ton for making themselves the most prominent queer folk in the school until a fight breaks out and the club demand that they should be treated better, taking all the evidence to fairy godmother who is very hesitant because COME ON she's never been that great she is biased to Auradon kids and if putting away those in the Isle is brought up she is all on it, she is jelly spined about doing anything against the royal kids. So the kids are like "Fine, if you won't help us we'll take this to the King himself!" Well mainly the queer mom's of the group (you know the ones I'm talking about) who lead the others and protect the anxious queers as they storm to Ben at his fucking locker and demand an audience because they are being harassed and bullied and none is doing anything. Ben had no idea there was even a LGBT club (too busy ig) and is gassed there is one for a moment before he's like "wait people are harassing you?" So Bisexual King Ben gets his lovely Bi wife and they start coming to club meetings and investing in the pins and stuff the club makes. Most club members are pleased but the queer mom's are apprehensive that this will help until some assholes come to the club to do their usual bullying only to find King and Queen Beast themselves siting there with rainbow bracelets and bi pins and all trying to have a nice old time eating their fucking cupcakes what the fuck are yall doing? The bullying dies down quick once they realise it ain't gonna fly, the other OG VK's that hear about this become members and very protective over their queer children. Did I mention Dizzy and Ceila are a part of the club? They're girlfriend's. Celia is one of the queer moms. Harry becomes one of the biggest protectors over the group as the pan dad. He's been going around snogging everyone and anyone wholl snog him everyone already knew he was queer they just didn't have the balls to try and bully him over it as much as they bullied the lil club members. But now Harry can often be seen in jackets and shit with pan and general queer patches and pins and running around with his gay children yelling "MOVE WE'RE GAY!!" He totally calls them his queer crew. Anyway as a result lots of queer royals start coming out of the woodwork, obvs Lonnie is one of them, and the club eventually serves to bring members of Auradon and the Isle close together.

Where was I? Yada yada auradon expects girls to be pretty princesses and boys to be brave knights or dashing princes. It's shit and should stop being portrayed as good. Moving on!

Food! One of the things we'll established in all movies is that the food of the Isle is shit compared to food of Auradon. The Isle has no fresh fruit which likely means its almost impossible for things to grow there which is fair because again there doesn't seem to be much fresh water and there are always clouds overhead so no sun. Maybe there is some people trying really hard to grow stuff but the general attitude of the Isle seems to be "there is no time for that" and fruits are forgotten so much that the VK's litterally don't knownwhat they are when they come across them. That and anything containing sugar. Actually it's mention by Dizzy and Celia that they enjoy the fact that the cake dosent have dirt or flies so basically food there is terrible. We don't see much food on the Isle but what we do see seems to be beans, eggs, chips and shellfish. Basically protine and carbs that can be easily stored and produced. To be fair beans are kidna good for you but they're likely a sign that if they get any imports from the mainland it is canned stuff. Prison food. There's probably some chef villain that is trying their best to make good food out of the shit but honestly the Isle dwellers should be angry that they've been deprived of good food for so long not happy they're finally been given decency.

Moving on, music! Auradon dosent have nearly as many musical numbers it seems, the Isle songs have a distinct style, to them, the villains that basically "founded" the place were masters of the dramatic songs (with backup or solo) so banging music is basically ingrained in the music's culture, even for battle as we see with the fight between Mal and Uma in D3. Meanwhile Auradon seems to have mainly romance and "I want" songs. Even Audrey's villain song is basically an I want song.

Okay let's talk about the Villains. We've established that the VK's are not inherently bad. However not all of them can be totally good and there are legit OG Villains just kinda chillin on the Isle. They've obviously lost quite a bit of their power, motivation and sanity (isolation will do that to ya as they lost everything and the VKs know no different) but deadass? They were bad guys. You can try to rehabilitate them sure but you've basically just let them free roam, they could make a runner and you wouldn't get the chance. They were also shitty patents which is brushed over/joked about in the interaction between Carlos and...man I feel bad I forgot her name deadass their relationship seemed to come out of nowhere in the second film she didn't seem interested in them at all and friendzoned them multiple times I'm pretty sure Disney did that becaue queer kids were relating to Carlos and headcanoning them as queer (which they deffinatly are) but deadass their mom is an attempted animal murderer and has hurt her child as we can see from how they're afraid of her and her rhetoric and yet it's "haha I'm afraid to meet your ma!" "Me too cus im a dog! Lol!" Fuuuuck offfffff

I think I'm running out of thoughts so here's a last one for now; with the magical barrier down a bunch of magical Villains kids should be coming out for the woodwork. We know Mal has magic basically stored in her so it's is possible, she technically doesn't need the spellbook to do magic it is just inherent to her. So with the diverse range of people from the isle there are deffinatly magic folk in there. Actually if we're following Disney movie law I saw something mentioning Jay being half Genie and yeah! He should be half Genie! Jafar got turned into a Genie he's probably only human because of the barrier! Oh also Ben should be able to go beast on command as long as he had a better beast form than he did in the movies. And give him back the beard and fangs like fuck you he looked so much better

Okay I'm done for now

[dobbyjen]

Tiny Dancer

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader 

Rating: M

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: some swearing, kisses, a tad of drinking, cute dad Frankie 

Summary: Frankie comes home just in time for his daughter’s dance recital

A/N: So I’ve never written a fic before so this is my first one. Grammar and all that crap is probably wrong but whatever. I am no writer at all. If anyone does read it please be nice. It was just a cute little idea that popped into my head because the world needs more dad Frankie fics. Might write something else in the future in this universe if anyone reads this. 

__________________________________________________________

“Mommy when daddy come?” your 3 year old pouts as you help her into her ballet outfit. You sigh and grab the 2 fuzzy yellow scrunchies off the bathroom counter and start parting her hair into two.

“I’m not sure Franny.” she frowns even more and wiggles are head out of your hands.

“I wike daddy do hair!” she screams and stomps her foot onto the bathroom tiles. You groan as you look into her teary big brown eyes. Frankie’s eyes. Frankie has been gone for 6 days and it was getting alot harder to deal with the mini Frankie. Francesca Morales was the splitting image of her father. Looks and personality wise. And she was the BIGGEST daddy’s girl. She’d been wrapped around his finger the second she came out. 

“Daddy should be home soon and then you can show him pictures of how beautiful you look today.” her frown gets a tad smaller and she scoots back in between your legs for you to do her hair. “Maybe if you do your pretty toes so well we can get a treat after the recital?” you barely have time to tighten the last scrunchie as she whips around and crushes your neck into a hug.

“Yay mommy! Get pupcakes?! I so good at pwetty toes!” she skips around the bathroom practicing her pretty toes as you finish packing her little purple dinosaur backpack.

“Of course princess. Let’s get going before we’re late.”

__________________________________________________________

“Frankie you said you were done with this shit! I’m going to personality kick Pope’s ass.” you huff as you plop down on the bed. Frankie sighs and comes over, bending between you legs.

“It will be 3 days...max babe. We need the money. I’m doing this for you and Francesca.”

“Frankie...i swear to god if you don’t come home...i...i don’t know...”

“Hey hey hey everything is gonna be okay. Pope said there’s no way this can go wrong. It’s go in, get the money and we’re out home free. I promise.”

__________________________________________________________

“Do you want me to wait here in case she throws you out?” Pope snickers as he pulls up outside the Morales house. Frankie glares at Pope and smacks his hat off his head.

“Fuck off. If anything she’s gonna kick your ass.” Frankie mumbles as he gets out of the truck and runs up the front porch. He twists the doorknob and whacks his head on the door as he realizes its locked. “What the....” Frankie panics for a minute wondering why its locked. They only just moved into the house 2 months ago and hadn’t gotten around to getting a spare key hidden. Frankie wracks his brain for why you wouldn’t be home. There’s no way you left with Francesca was there? “Hey what day is it?” Frankie yells back to Pope who is still sitting in his truck.

“Uhhhh...Sunday June 12th?” Pope yells back and Frankie feels like he just got slapped in the face.

“FUCK!” Frankie yells and runs back into Pope’s truck. “Drop me off at the civic centre NOW.”

“What why? They’re not home?” Pope sputters as he rips the truck into drive.

“Today is Franny’s first dance recital and i think it already started. Fuck she’s defiantly gonna kill me now.”

__________________________________________________________

Pope doesn’t even have time to put the truck into park before Frankie is jumping out and running through the doors of the civic centre. He stops as he reads the sign looking for the room with the dance recital. Auditorium 5. He runs down the hallway and stops when he sees a table selling flowers.

“How much for all of them.” Frankie huffs as he grabs outs his wallet. The young boy stares at Frankie with a gaping mouth.

“Uhhhh.....they're’ a-a dollar a-a fl-flower sir.” Frankie nods and throws him a 10. The boy swallows his nerves and hands Frankie a bouquet of rainbow roses. Frankie murmurs a thanks and sneaks into auditorium 5. There’s no seats available so he just stands against the back wall. There’s a group of 2 year olds on stage at the moment attempting a hip hop routine and Frankie chuckles to himself thinking of how Franny would look hopping around to the upbeat music. He looks down at the program and sees that her group is next.

The hip hop group run off the stage and the crowd cheers for them. Two young girls come out and take away the previous props and set out 8 pairs of yellow pom poms. Walking on Sunshine starts to play as the 8 little girls coming skipping out to find their spots. Frankie’s face begins to hurt from smiling so much as he spots Francesca. Wearing her yellow dance onesie and yellow tutu with her hair up in two messy pigtails. She does the little 2 minute routine so well Frankie can feel his eyes welling up with tears. Fuck he’s proud of her. This is why he needed to get home. He couldn’t fathom missing another experience like this. You and Francesca were the reason he kept pushing though the hard days. You both were his entire world.

__________________________________________________________

The recital comes to an end and all the parents wait around in the main foyer waiting for their little dancer to come out. 

Frankie fidgets with the bouquet of flowers in his hands as he looks around the crowd for a glimpse of you. He looks down at his watch and panics that he missed you guys and you went home, until......

“DADDY?!!!” You look up startled by your daughter’s random outburst and Frankie spins around as he hears his little girl screaming. He drops to his knees as Francesca comes flying into his arms. Frankie wraps his one arm around her small body and cradles her head with his hand and holds her close to him. The flowers drop to the ground long forgotten.

“Hi princess. I missed you so much. You did so good with all your twirls.” he whispered to her, smothering her head with kisses. She giggles uncontrollably and moves her head to kiss Frankie’s face all over as well. Making sure she kissed away the couple of tears away that snuck out. “These flowers are for you Fran.” Frankie smiles and puts the giant bouquet in her tiny arms.

“Woooow!! Mommy look!” Franny squeals and Frankie finally looks up and is met with your tear filled eyes. He stands with Franny in his arms and walks over to you.

“Hi.” he whispers. You gasp as you wrap your arms around the both of them. Frankie sighs as he buries his face into you hair, breathing in your scent. Fuck he missed this.

“W-when did you get back?” you sniffle and pull back to look into his brown eyes. Francesca looked between her parents confused and pawed at both their faces to dry their tears. Frankie chuckled at her gesture and tickled her side a bit making his favourite sound ring through his ears. A very high pitched giggle.

“Uhh...like 2 hours ago? I stopped at home first and then realized what day it was. I won’t miss this day for the world.”

“You shaved.” You said as you rubbed your hands over his bare jaw. You don’t think you’ve ever seen his face this bare before. You loved his patchy beard so dearly but you could probably get used to this face as well.

“Daddy no more pokey.” Franny scrunched up her face and placed a sloppy kiss to his cheek. You both laugh.

“Do you like it love?” Frankie questions.

“As long as your home and safe that’s all that matters to me.” you whisper as you lean in to kiss his lips.

“Ew yucky kisses!!” Franny squeals as she pushes your faces apart. Frankie chuckles as he moves his kisses to all over his daughter face. “Mommy we get pupcakes now?”

“Mommy promised you cupcakes?” Franny nods her head and Frankie looks towards his wife.

“Well i guess you did do an amazing job princess and i did promise this morning. She barely let me do her hair. Wanted you to do it.” you said rolling your eyes at Frankie. Frankie chuckled as you all walked out to the parking lot. 

“I mean i would have done a way better job.” you rolled your eyes yet again and smacked his shoulder lightly as you unlocked Frankie’s truck. Frankie buckled Franny into her car seat and then shut the door. He turned and grabbed you in a bone crushing hug. “I’m so sorry it took so long love. Nothing went as planned and we didn’t even get the money. And I-I dont...”

“Frankie stop. You don’t have to talk about it right now. Let’s go get our little ballerina a cupcake k?” Frankie smiles and captures your lips in one last kiss. “I love you to the moon and back.”

“I love you to the moon and back even more.”

__________________________________________________________

“I think she finally crashed” Frankie says as he grabs a beer from the fridge and plops down next to you on the couch taking a big swig.

“I swear to god if she doesn’t sleep through the night again I’m gonna...ugghh” You mumble into your wine glass. 

Frankie turns towards you and raises an eyebrow. “She hasn’t been sleeping?”

“Umm not since you’ve left. She wakes up around 2:30 every night crying for you. So i bring her into bed and she sleeps on your pillow with one of your shirts. It soothes her back to sleep. She also naps with one of shirts.” You sigh and look away from him, blinking back the tears. Frankie frowns, puts his beer on the coffee table and grabs your wine glass too. 

“Cmere.....i’m so sorry i left babe. I didn’t mean for it to be so hard for you. I’m never leaving again.” You cry into his side as he rubs his hand through your hair.

“What-what happened Frankie....I know you’re not okay. You don’t just disappear off the face of the earth for a week. Pope said it was going to be okay....I wouldn’t have let you go if...”

Frankie shudders and looks up at the ceiling trying to blink the tears away. You sit up and grab his face gently in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“I’ve got you honey. Whenever you want to talk i’m here.” you give a small reassuring smile and wipe the silent tears falling down his face. That breaks Frankie. He begins to sob and explain the terrible events of the last week. You hold him and listen. 

When he’s finished you both just lay on the couch holding each other.

“When- when we lost Tom....all i thought about was you and Francesca and how I needed to get home. I swear to god I am never doing anything like that again. Pope said the money should free up by Wednesday so we’ll be good for a while. Will and I were thinking of opening up a shop, keep is busy for a while. I’m never leaving you guys ever again. We can take Franny to the shelter next week and she can pick out her dog finally.”

You giggle at the dog comment. That little girl has been asking for a dog the second she could talk and Uncle Benny put that idea into her head. “She’d really like that. And i’m also still kicking Pope’s ass next time I see him.”

Frankie laughs and kisses you head “Oh babe I’ve already warned him.”

__________________________________________________________

[simp4fictionalguys]

Can I request Todoroki x reader? Where she’s going to his dorm to hang out and cuddle you know, and she runs into endeavor and he asks who she is and her relationship to him cue anxious reader and Todoroki steps in with lots of fluff??

Hey! A MHA ask between all the Gojo asks 💀 I love Todoroki tho! Don’t hate me but I like Endeavor too, I find him an interesting character. DONT get me wrong! The things he did were awful but I think him trying to redeem himself at least shows something 😅 Anyway! Enjoy this piece, I hope u like it!

His day had already been bad. It went downhill since morning. He woke up late, none of his classmates made the effort to try an wake him up. His first class was homeroom, the classroom was full of arguments between the students, he didn’t even pay attention to it, trying to ease his bad mood, however, he had nothing to shield his ears from Bakugo’s shouts.

The following classes were normal. It made him think that not all day was going to be awful. At lunch he couldn’t find Y/n. Her being in Class B made him unable to see her in the lessons. The two of them met after some training arranged by the teachers, they got along really well. Y/n being more on the reserved side like him, someone who doesn’t attract a lot of attention. After that, the two of them started to train together, just the two of them. The training sessions then morphed to dates, making the feelings blossom for each other.

After lunch, classes followed like normal. It was time to go to the dorms. Todoroki has his phone in his hand almost immediately, ready to call Y/n to his dorm and finally relax in her arms, the only place that made him feel safe.

Marking the digits like they were engraved in his mind, he pressed the button. He heard two rings and then his girlfriend’s voice was just beside his ear.

“Shoto? Is something wrong? You don’t usually call at this time.”

He smile at her worries.

“Hey, sorry if I annoyed you Y/n...”

“No Shoto! It’s nothing like that! It’s just that you always call a little late to ask how my day went... I just got use to it...”

“I’ll make sure to call you more often then.”

Todoroki heard her giggles so close to him thanks to the phone by his ear. The sound made his heart jump a little. He loves hearing her laugh, enjoying her time with him. It reassured him that someone gave him such pure love.

“I know you are busy doing other things some days! Don’t worry about it.”

The two of them fell in silence, the only sound coming from Todoroki was the background, his walk to the dorms wasn’t long but he choose to go slow. Y/n was already in her dorm, her class finished earlier since everyone decided to finish their assignments in lunch. They missed it but everyone could easily cook something in the dorms.

“So, tell what’s bothering you Sho...”

He stopped walking for a little. How did she know that he wasn’t in a good mood? It wasn’t like the two of them saw each other all school day. The only interaction was a few texts in the morning but nothing else.

“You get more quiet when something is troubling you.”

He resume his walk before answering.

“You got me... I just... Haven’t had the best day so far...”

“Are you heading to your dorm?” Y/n was already getting ready to go with him. She needed to take a quick shower and put on some comfortable clothes, it would take her a little, not an hour though but still some time.

“Yeah... Could you... Ar-“

“Yes Shoto, I’m getting ready to go to your dorm.”

Todoroki didn’t know what he did to deserve someone so gentle. Y/n is always ready to go to him when he feels down. His doubts began to plague his mind. What if he isn’t good enough? Is he doing a good job at being her boyfriend? And a lot of questions like that.

“Sho?”

His thoughts were interrupted by Y/n. Shaking his head to get rid of those ideas he didn’t realize that he was already in front of his class dorms.

“Sorry... I just got caught thinking about something. So you’re coming?”

“Yes! I’ll be there in a while, wait a little!”

He chuckled at her enthusiasm. “I’ll be waiting then. See you love.”

“See you!”

The call ended with their farewells. Just talking to her made him feel better. Opening the door to the dorms, he was met with his classmates doing different tasks. Everyone greeted him, he gave back his greeting while walking to his room. He took of his bag, leaving it near his desk, putting some comfortable clothing, he choose to clean a little.

Meanwhile, Y/n had finished getting ready to go to her boyfriend’s dorms. Todoroki’s classmates were all kind to her, she no longer felt nervous around them, not like the first time. Before going to their dorms she thought that they would hate her (Monoma’s fault) but they were all so funny and kind that she forgot about her nerves.

However, the nerves she felt that day were nothing compared to what she felt when her eyes landed in the silhouette of a big man with red hair, beard of fire, his presence overbearing her.

She knew who he was, it made her feel scared, angry, nervous, a lot of things mixed that prevented her from speaking.

However, her voice got out anyway.

“Um... Do you need anything? Endeavor-san...”

The pro-hero turned to see the girl. He scoffed at her presence. He chose to ignore her, taking his phone out to call Shoto. His calls weren’t answered though.

Her phone began rigging. Endeavor didn’t know what made him look at her screen but he did. Seeing his son’s name on her screen with a heart beside it gave him the conclusion that she was here for Shoto too.

“Who are you.” Y/n turned to look at him, his demanding tone making her forget that her phone was rigging.

“Um... I’m Shoto’s girlfriend...” She choose to look a away in fear of his reaction at her words. She don’t really know why she say that, she could have easily say her name, her anxiety was playing against her.

Endeavor scoffed at her words.

“Are you in Class B? You couldn’t even get in Class A. How did Shoto met you.”

Y/n didn’t know how to answer. The two of them feel in silence. Her eyes looking anywhere but him while Endeavor stared at her with a frown in his face.

Meanwhile, Todoroki knew that Y/n doesn’t usually take too long to get to his dorm. He began to worry for her tardiness. He got out of his dorm to see if maybe the girls from his class had held her back, it has happened before so it wouldn’t be a surprise for him. However, Y/n wasn’t in the common area with his classsmates.

The person closest to him right now was Mina, she was a good friend of Y/n so he decided to ask her.

“Hey Mina, did Y/n arrive here?”

“Hey Todoroki! Mmh, not really, I haven’t seen her all day.”

Todoroki nodded his head thanking her. Maybe she haven’t arrive yet. He chose to wait for her at the entrance.

And this is were his day just went to the trash. Is not a happy sight for Todoroki to see his girlfriend shaking because of his scumbag of a dad. His mood went down a lot more than in the morning. His expression turned into scowl almost instantly.

His steps turned more heavy and hurried. He could sense how Y/n was uncomfortable in the situation. Endeavor didn’t care about it, this single fact made Todoroki angrier.

“What are you sound here Oldman.”

Todoroki had stood in front of Y/n trying to get her away from Endeavor eyes. Y/n grasped his arm, she rest her forehead against his back trying to seek comfort and trying to calm him down.

“Shoto! Why is this girl from the lower class said she is your girlfriend?!”

“Because she is. And you won’t do anything about it. Goodbye.”

Todoroki left Endeavor in the dorms entrance without giving him time to protest. Gently, he guide Y/n to his room, not caring about his classmates questions about what happened outside.

“I’m sorry Sho...”

They were already at his room, the two of them were sitting in the edge of the bed.

Todoroki got closer to her, taking her face in his hands, he made her look at him in the eyes.

“None of what happened is your fault.” He left a kiss in her forehead. “You don’t have to worry about anything he says.” Leaving a short kiss in her lips he look at her again.

“Did you heard me?”

Y/n smiled at how gentle he was. She nodded her head, she rested her head in one of his shoulders for a while trying to forget about her encounter with the pro-hero.

“Y/n?”

“Mmh...?”

“Can we...” She turned to look at him, Todoroki had a little tint of red in his face. She giggle at his expression. Getting out of his grasp, she laid in his bed with her arms open for him to cuddle in her embrace.

Todoroki moved towards her. His head laying in her chest, not on a sexual way, he enjoys listening to her heartbeats, the soft tune made him relax and ease every worry in him. He closed his arms around her torso while Y/n moved her hands petting softly his bicolor hair.

“I love you Y/n...”

“I love you too Sho...”

The two of them stayed cuddling for the rest of the day. Happy to be in the arms of each other.

[finiteuniverse13]

Bravo's Banned List

With the help of @bravo-four-seal-team, @@jayhalsteadfan-2417 and @rebelwrites, we made a list.

A list, posted on various walls throughout the Naval base, the plane and the cage room. About 1/3 of it is typed up, the rest is in hastily written pen. Made by Blackburn to try and corral Bravo. It's doing its best.

Tag: @rebelwrites @chibsytelford @bravo-four-seal-team @velvetcardiganbucky @supervalcsi @abby-splace @itsonautopilot @thegirlwhoisalwayswriting @pinkrockstar19 @softi92 @mrsmarvelous1995 @jayhalsteadfan-2417

Just so you're all aware, this is a 6.5-page document.

0: On the days of Adam and Swanny’s Death, leave the group be to remember them. I will not protect you.

1: Brock Is Not Allowed Coffee. No exceptions.

1.1: Do not leave Metal alone with Brock when Coffee is around.

2: Dick jokes are not required in briefings

3: If a single one of you bastards get between me and my coffee, we will be having issues

5: You made the dog sad; you die.

8: DO NOT GIVE THEM NERF GUNS

9: WHO THE HELL GAVE THEM WATER GUNS

9.1: STICKS DO NOT GIVE THEM STICKS THEY WILL PRETEND THEY ARE GUNS

10: Dirt bikes (don’t ask)

11: ARCHERY IS A BIG NO

12: FISHING. WHY AM I BANNING FISHING

13: Fire. That is all

14: KNIVES. WHY ARE YOU GIVING THEM KNIVES?

15: LADDERS (NEVER AGAIN)

16: PLASTIC CUTLERY ONLY UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES GIVE THEM METAL CUTLERY

16.1: Scratch that, they stab people with the metal cutlery. Let them suffer the consequences of their actions. They can eat with their hands.

17: MEMES ARE NOT ALLOWED IN THE MEETING ROOM

18: Horse riding. (METAL IT IS NOT A TACTICAL DISMOUNT ITS CALLED FALLING AND GETTING A CONCUSSION)

19: BOY BANDS (not allowed to be played on the plane)

19.1: GIRL BANDS (for the love of god, they will try and imitate them)

19.2 RAP MUSIC (they think they are the next Eminem and will make your ears bleed)

20: Do not tell Jason he is not allowed to do something. He finds a way to do it

20.1: Apparently Ray will do the exact same without question

21: Do not leave any members of the team with upper brass. (How did you make an Admiral with years of combat CRY!)

22: Clay is under Jason’s protection don’t go after him they will not find your body

22.1: If Clay calls Jason dad just leave it ok

22.2: Actually, check on Jason, he’s been standing staring for the past hour now

23: Hairdryers are banned (HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET YOUR BEARD CAUGHT SONNY)

24: Only Trent is allowed to call Metal by his legal first name. Ensign Williams learnt that one the hard way.

25: Paintball is banned from the base the last time it was extreme and got violent

26: The transformers movies because clay tried to do a stunt it ended badly

27: Thumbtacks apparently

28: Any Marvel movie (Jason you’re not Captain America)

28.1: DC movies are out as well

28.2: Disney Princess movies as well (don’t ask)

30: Do not leave phone unlocked around Sonny, he will not hesitate to change everything

36: DO NOT LET THEM GET SO DRUNK THEY START SINGING. IF I HEAR IN THE NAVY ONE MORE TIME, I WON'T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY ACTIONS

37: IF THERE IS SILENCE DROP EVERYTHING AND START HUNTING AND PANICKING

38: Grenade launchers are not required for every mission Trent

39: WHO GAVE METAL A SWORD

42: Yes, Clay does know an Admiral by name. Don't ask questions you don't want answers to.

45: If Clay starts angrily ranting in a foreign language, don't worry. He's thinking out loud, not plotting to destroy the base

45.1: If Clay is calmly talking in a foreign language just back away slowly

48: SpongeBob is a Bad Idea because they are way too Annoying and make References (I’m looking at you, Clay)

52: Sharpies. When I find whoever gave me this sharpie tattoo sleeve, there will be hell to pay

56: DO NOT LET CLAY HAVE A GRIMM REAPER OUTFIT! THIS IS THE THIRD TIME HES NEARLY GIVEN SONNY AND TRENT A HEART ATTACK AT 3 AM

57: Red paint. I went to check something at 3 am and Clay was painting a satanic ritual on the floor

58: 3 am checks are a bad idea. (I have seen things, people!)

62: Explosives are to be locked away when not on mission Sonny and Clay will try and play catch with a live homewrecker

62.1: I expected Metal as a Master Chief to know better - he falls under the same rule as Clay and Sonny.

63: Don't wake Clay when he is sleeping back away slowly and leave the room

64: If I'm sleeping, back away and leave the room. Interrupt me if they've broken a rule, or if the base is actively being bombed. If not, I don't care.

65: Have multiple phone chargers or they will disappear and you’re not getting them back

68: If you call Clay anything other than a nickname expect to get punched or stabbed or sniped in the ass when least expected

68.1: Metal will stab you. Please remember he has a shovel and lye in his truck (WHY DO YOU HAVE IT)

68.2: Don't try to take the shovel and lye off of Metal

69: NEVER say the number 69 around them they are all immature children and expect tongue in cheek comments

70: NEVER interrupt Sonny when he is eating breakfast, he is grumpy in the morning

72: If they are all asleep make no sound - YOU WAKE THEM THEY ARE YOUR PROBLEM NOT MINE

73: For the love of god, stop giving Clay earth mineral nicknames. This is the third time this week I've watched Sonny empty limestone dust from his pack

75: Do not give them hammers! What is wrong with you people?

79: Do Not talk to Trent unless it’s after 2 coffees

83: For the love of god, don't ask Metal if he ever did nude modelling in art school. He will begin stripping, literally anywhere

91: Cerberus is a good boy and you hurt Brock you die

98: Super Glue (never again)

99: MY COFFEE IS OFF LIMITS WHOEVER PUT SALT IN IT WILL PAY

100: Do not give in to their peer pressure while they are drunk, I will not be doing it again

100.1: WHY AM I HEARING IN THE NAVY AGAIN?!

100.2: Sweet Caroline won't work twice

100.3: WHY ARE YOU SINGING BARBIE

100.4: SONNY, CLAY IS NOT A BARBIE GIRL

103: Don't tell Sonny he looks good in pink because you better believe he will keep wearing it (and probably some girl clothes too) to keep getting compliments

114: I ALREADY WROTE SUPER GLUE WHY DO I NEED TO WRITE IT AGAIN

115: HAIR DYE (Why did you dye Metal and Trent’s hair pink?!)

115.1: Face paint (Sonny, their faces did not need to match their hair)

116: Do NOT touch Clay, Charlie team learnt that, and someone ended up nearly losing a finger. (And it wasn’t because of the dog)

117: If they offer you a drink whilst smirking DO NOT take it

118: Sea shanties – if I hear one more SEA SHANTY while we are FLYING

119: If you hear someone shout incoming, run, it’s not an attack, it is Bravo, someone has done something and they’re coming to tell me

120: Vegemite is not allowed in the base after Jason let Clay eat it

121: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (JASON I DONT CARE IF YOU THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY TO ACT LIKE LEO IT WAS A BAD MOVE)

122: Hawaii 5-0, if I hear one more thing about how we should hang people of the rook of buildings I am going to shoot someone

124: Mortal Kombat (Clay was acting like Scorpion for a month)

130: Itching Powder (looking at you Brock)

131: DO NOT TOUCH JASONS TOMATOES - you will get a bamboo cane jammed into your thigh

134: Capes - YOU ARE NOT SUPERMAN CLAY STOP PRETENDING YOU CAN FLY BY JUMPING OFF THE HOOCHES

134.1: Edna Mode said NO CAPES - I EXPECT NO CAPES WORN BY ANYONE ON MY TEAM

138: Laser Tag is fun until someone gets hurt (Sonny and Clay you know what happened)

138.1: Laser Tag! (Ray needed to go to the hospital guys, come on)

143: Basketball. My nose will never be straight again.

144: Bravo and Ice skates don’t mix (the only person good on them is Jason but no other member of Bravo is allowed on the ice again)

144.1: Same goes for rollerblades

145: Ash Spencer is not allowed to be alone with Clay (Jason punched him last time he was on base)

145.1: Do not leave Jason, Metal or Sonny alone with Ash Spenser, it’s going to end up with a murder charge.

146: Clay is Jason’s adopted kid and needs to be supervised when Jason is away

151: SLIME - FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT GIVE THEM SLIME

152: GLITTER WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE

153: SCISSORS - Jase cut a chunk of Clay’s hair in the night now the base is a war zone

153.1: DONT FUCK WITH COVERBOY'S HAIR see point 68 for consequences

154: NAIR (why do you even have it?)

156: Call Of Duty (Clay must be supervised when playing it)

157: Do Not leave Clay unattended with Metal (They are both recovering from the ONE CHIP/DEATH CHIP Challenge)

158: Marshmallows (don’t ask)

163: The Hunger Games (are not a good training exercise)

164: The Olympus Has Fallen movies are not allowed to be mentioned in any given time)

173: If you mention the word ice-cream just run, run for your life

176: If I am sleeping STOP THROWING PAPER AT ME

177: Yelling FOR NARNIA is not an appropriate battle cry

178: The Fast And Furious movies (Clay you are not Brian so stop)

182: Nap time is important if their asleep do something else but if you wake them run like hell

190: Any movies about WAR are BANNED (I need a drink to talk about that one)

200 (From Bravo): Blackburn isn't allowed any more paper

200.1 (From Bravo): or pens

200.2: (Blackburn) Handcuffs. They handcuffed me to my desk and wrote that

200.3 (Blackburn): Bravo will not be allowed to tell their Commanding Officer what to do

202: Who keeps giving them superglue? This is the 8th time we are having to unglue Sonny and Clay’s hands

203: Do not let any of them take point on Briefing EVER

205: Are you serious? Paperclips! Do not give them PAPERCLIPS

206: Leaving anyone unattended with fire is a bad idea - I can still smell burning

210: This is Sparta (Jason don't kick people off the roof)

210.1: JASON I SAID NO KICKING PEOPLE YOU DONT LIKE OFF THE ROOF

213: Ash Spenser is not allowed on base. DEVGRU heard about what kind of dad he is, and now its kill-on-sight

213.1: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT ASH BEING ON BASE

214: Puppy dog eyes because Clay has been using them on anyone to get out of doing paperwork

215: RAY STOP DOING JASONS PAPERWORK

216: GO TO A HOSPITAL IF INJURED, TRENT HAS A LIFE OUTSIDE OF YOU LOT

217: THE GLEE CAST SOUNDTRACK IS NOT TO BE USED ON THE BASE

218: DO NOT PUT LION KING ON - they will cry like babies and there’s no consoling them over Mufasa

220: If I have to explain why BRAVO will not be joining teaching GREEN TEAM please see rule 1 and understand from that then ask the Green Team Instructor. (Brock terrified them by running the O Course in 30 minutes, all because someone gave him coffee)

220.1: And yes, that is the on the 50-minute-record O course. The time hasn’t been counted since it involved performance-enhancing substances

221: WHO THE HELL INTRODUCED THEM TO FROZEN

221.1 NO I DONT WANT TO BUILD A BLOODY SNOWMAN

221.2: WE WERE DEPLOYED TO SERBIA YOU BASTARDS

222: Gray’s anatomy (That is all)

227: VAPES - YOU DONT SMOKE AND ARE NOT PUFF THE MAGIC FUCKING DRAGON (clay I’m looking at you)

228: HATS ARE NOT ALLOWED IN BRIEFINGS (Sonny you know what you did)

229: MAGIC MIKE AND MAGIC MIKE XXL (still haunts my dreams)

233: I am begging you can you please BE NICE TO THE FLEET ADMIRAL (it's the 3rd time he's left in tears)

234: Chocolate - just run ok

235: Please stop re-enacting the screen from titanic when we are on a boat (I’m looking at you Brock)

235: PIZZA NIGHT IS A FREE FOR ALL AND IF YOU DONT WANT A BROKEN NOSE JUST BACK AWAY

236: Jokes. JOKES ARE BANNED - IF I NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY I WON'T BE HAPPY – NO ITS NOT FINE TO JOKE ABOUT THE FACT YOU HAVE BEEN STABBED CLAY

236.1: STAB WOUNDS ARE NOT ADDITIONAL POCKETS

237: Monopoly got violent last time and Jason got punched

237.1: In fact, any board games turn violent even snakes and ladders

237.2: Board games. Just please stop playing board games

240: Why am I revisiting the nerf guns people? IT WAS A FAMILY BARBECUE! (You lot need to learn to let your kids win!)

241: Brock is banned from Cooking - I do not want food poisoning again

244: WE DO NOT NEED A FLASH MOB EVERY TIME DONT STOP MOVING BY SCLUB 7 COMES ON

246: If they pass out around the fire pit for the love of god move them Clay and Sonny tend to like melting the sole of their boots on the flames even when passed out

251: Plastic cups only (this rule is to stop sonny from smashing them)

254: Why am I needing to revisit Sharpies? They aren’t allowed them, give them Crayola's or crayons

254.1: Scrap that YOU CAN’T EAT THE CRAYONS

256: Clay you are not Spiderman get off the walls

257: WHO GAVE COFFEE TO BROCK!!

257.1: THIS IS RULE ONE ON THE LIST WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

258: Don't mention Hawaii five 0 just don't

258.1: They will attempt the intro to it, it’s just painful

259: Don't mention Harry Potter because they will all cry over different characters deaths

287: Soup is now banned (Ray. I honestly thought you were the normal one of the team. I am disappointed)

321: If you see Clay and Sonny cuddling just walk away, pretend you didn’t see anything, one of them had a bad day and the other is the only one they will confine in

322: Don't mention the Philippines or India just don't

330: If Metal and Trent are talking, just leave them be. (No one wants to know if Metal is yelling about something stupid Trent did)

331: Popcorn is not allowed on base it ended up in everyone's gear

342: Non-Aerosol Deodorant. (Two of them tried to eat it before realising it wasn't edible)

344: Aerosol Deodorant. (Metal and Sonny used it with lighters. to create a flamethrower)

344.1: Side note LIGHTERS ARE BAD

345: Headphones. DO NOT ASK

346: Rubber bands are not slingshots

FINAL NOTE: FROM BRAVO - BLACKBURN LOVES US REALLY PLEASE IGNORE THE ABOVE LIST ITS ALL LIES

[red-dead-daydreams]

How about something cute like arthur got hurt and cant really lift his arm so his fem!so shaves his face for him but like shes never done it before so hes trying to teach her, and idk if you've ever seen a straight razor before but that shits scary as hell and can really cut a bitch so shes like i dont wanna slit your throat

I have the greatest respect for barbers that use straight razors. I can’t even shave with a one blade razor with protection. Hope you enjoy anon 💙

Arthur Morgan and Reader Headcanons: Helping him when he’s injuried

Arthur has been bedridden for a little while now since his arm got horribly injuried on a job. So you stayed by his side to help him get through the days

You noticed Arthur kept scratching his beard lately. It was growing out a bit since he couldn’t shave. So he’d use his other hand to scratch the prickly hair growing on his face

This morning when you went over to his bed, he asked you to please shave his beard down so it stopped itching

“I don’t know the first thing about shaving, Arthur.. I don’t want to mess it up or slip and slit your throat”

“You won’t darlin’, I’ll guide you through it. The razor, bowl and cream is by my mirror”

When you walked over to find it, your eyes widened. It was a long sharp razor blade and that’s it. It looked like a machete almost.

The first part was easy, that was just whipping and brushing the cream onto his beard. But the next part absolutely terrified you

“Just put the razor gently on my skin and shave down. Get a towel for cleaning the blade as well. Don’t worry if you accidentally give me a small cut, I’ve been through worse”

You were extremely hesitant at first but you realized you needed to be confident in order to do it right. So you put the razor against his skin and gently shaved down

Once you got the hang of it, it was actually a little fun and very satisfying. It took awhile though since you wanted to make sure it was okay

Once you were done, you cleaned his face and throat up with water and gave him a kiss on the cheek

“Well that wasn’t so bad.. I bet not many men can say their girlfriend is so wonderful at shaving them” and you’d give him a mirror to check your work

He’d smile and feel his face, feeling the relief instantly. “Well I must be the luckiest man then” and he’ll give you a kiss to thank you