#Team Charlie

[b00derp]

This is me FR

Just yassified Charlie

[charlieswanswife]

Friends to lovers + sexual tension tropes: Charlie's wrist is injured but he needs to shave so he asks reader for help. Have fun!

Close Shave

I’m a slut for this kind of thing tyvm

Okay sidenote but this turned out so much cuter than I anticipated

"Careful now..."

You're rolling your eyes, retracting the razor in your hand from his stubbled cheek. "Don't be such a baby, Charlie. I know what I'm doing," you tease the apprehensive man. "I do have some experience in the shaving department, you know."

He mumbles, "Yeah well, that's why I asked."

"Still can't believe you managed to slip on that ice on your porch—even after I told you to do something about it no less! Said somebody was gonna get hurt. Now here you are, wrist sprained—more irritable than ever—and too helpless to even shave your own face."

Charlie's gaze meets your own and for once you feel something brewing in the pit of your stomach. Staring into his eyes, fingers grazing along the side of his jawline—you could never deny he was a handsome guy.

"I mean really, Charlie. What would you do without me?" There's a wide grin accompanying your lighthearted words.

"Yeah yeah," he scoffs, "Just get on with it will ya?"

There's the familiar look that manages to flash across his face for but a split second. The one that has his brows furrowing, eyes rolling back. The one that cautions you to cut your shit. A look you've seen from him far too often.

It wasn't like you didn't know what you were signing up for when you accepted this strange task of his. The two of you were close friends after all. Stuck through nearly the worst of each other throughout the years you'd known him.

Yet something felt different about this.

The way you were standing with him in the middle of his bathroom. How still he stayed while your hands caressed the sides of his cheek, faces so close his cologne felt dizzying. The way his lips seemed to naturally form a frown, eyebrows furrowing, whenever he was contemplating something.

Shit—you had to admit the sprouting grey hairs lining that beard of his were making you feel some type of way. A way that had you questioning your morals. Maybe your entire friendship. And like it didn't help when your thigh brushed against his anytime you moved in closer.

"How close of a cut do you want?" You ask, stepping back for a moment to snatch the shaving cream—and to calm yourself.

"Just keep the mustache."

"Should have guessed," you tease, lathering your hands, "Wouldn't want to frighten the guys at the station."

This comment earns you a small chuckle.

"Might scare you too," he adds.

You're smiling, nodding your head as you once again place the now lathered palms of your hands against the sides of his face. It's surprising to you just how soft his skin feels despite the stubble—which frames his jawline so nicely. You even find yourself sulking over how much of a shame it is to shave it off.

Gradually your laughter dissolves into a gentle silence that fills the air. You're impossibly close now—closer than you already had been—eyes locked together, breath fanning against his cheek. You're tight lipped, eyes darting down to focus as you begin to press the edge of the sharp razor to his skin.

An outstretched arm reaches out, hand clasping the edge of the counter in front of you. Charlie lets out a long sigh, eyes pursed shut, "Careful," he willfully reminds you.

"I thought you trusted me."

"Yeah well that was before you held a razor up to me."

"You asked me to do this, remember? You don't wanna back out now that I've already started."

Cue another drawn out sigh.

"Suppose not."

"Now try not to move so I don't nick you."

Charlie grumbles compliantly.

The first swipe you take is slow and cautious—the blade scraping down the bristles lining one side of his cheek. A breathy gasp slips past his lips—a sound that may or may not have caused your heart rate to spike. Or heat to pool in the pit of your stomach and your face for that matter.

"You doin' okay?"

"Of course." One swipe. "What's up?" Another.

"Just checking in."

You hum out something of a response, turning to the sink to run the razor under water before swiftly wiping it on a towel. "How're you holding up?" You ask, pressing the blade to his skin once more.

"Just fine," he answers before adding in a, "So far."

"Whatever you say." You're smiling to yourself—you can't help it when he's teasing you.

"You almost done yet?"

Heaving a small sigh, you take a swipe close to his chin. "No," you respond.

"I'd be done by now."

"Want me to rush?" You threaten.

Charlie laughs, "Take all the time you need," voice low in your ear.

You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in.

"That tickles."

Heat flushes to your cheeks once more. "Suck it up," you advise, breath fanning the crook of his neck.

Another chuckle exits his lips and you can feel it rumble from deep within his chest. "Not pulling any punches today, huh?" Charlie says, tilting his head back to allow you more access as the razor begins to drag underneath his jawline.

"Afraid so."

For a second you look up to catch the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth and you find yourself briefly lost in the way his teeth ever so slightly rake against the bottom of his lip. Merely a second and somehow you manage to press just hard enough to cut his skin.

"Dammit—!" Charlie winces, pressing a hand to the wound.

"Oh shit—! I'm sorry!"

It's a small nick. Nothing intense. But that doesn't stop you from panicking.

"I'm really sorry...I didn't mean to—!" You stammer, urgently turning around to grab a damp towel—

—before stumbling backwards.

But Charlie manages to pull you to him, holding you securely to his chest so that you’re trapped between him and the counter, faces mere inches away. “Careful, sweetheart,” he nearly whispers, “Don’t need you all hurt too.”

If only he weren’t so damn smooth.

Because now you’re left absolutely breathless.

“Let’s finish up, huh?” Charlie suggests, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Good call,” you manage to say.

[deeptrashwitch]

One-shot inspirated by @raresvtm writing promts! Love you M!

It's an angsty one about a what if!

“I know it’s late, but I miss you too. Please answer my calls."

It was a sleepless night for Alejandro. Las Almas was calm, the base was in silence, but it felt like time stopped for all the wrong reasons. It has been a week since that day. It has been a week since he recieved that notice and time just seem to stop every single night.

That's why he was up in that roof just staring at the stars. He knew what he was doing was madness, but somehow...he couldn't wrap it up in his head. No matter the time that pass, it didn't make sense at all. So, once again he took his phone out and called the number he has been calling the last week in a row.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

Four rings.

Voicemail.

"Por favor, solo ésta vez." He whispered with sadness as he called the number again. "I know it's late, but I miss you. Please, answer my calls."

The call was sent to voicemail once again. He just lowered the phone and stared at the sky while his eyes burnt with tears he tried to hold back. Then a call made him look down at his phone with hope. But when he answered and listened, that hope died slowly.

In two days. It'll be in two days.

Then he put down the phone and looked beside him while a memory came to him. In silence he cried while unconsciously his hand went to the second pair of dogtags around his neck. Guardian, her nickname and the last name he called her for.

Alejandro simply cried bitterly while he thought of everything. They didn't even get back a body, just some ashes and burnt bones. Just a flag and an almost empty casket.

If only they didn't break up.

If only she didn't go to that mission.

If only he spoke to her even by phone a last time.

If only Alicia was alive.

After some hours, he went down to book tickets to Virginia and make the paperwork for his leave. For the first time in all the years he met Alicia for, he didn't go for a visit but for a funeral.

[daydreaming-girls19]

Rewatching pitbabe

It took rewatching episode 1 to actually realize how terrible way character is. Like from day 1 he was manipulating babe to not get to close to Charlie , how many times has he done this before , not letting babe get close to anyone. It kinda broke my heart when again he was the first to ask "how long will this one last ?" . None of your business dude. Imagine being a snake in human disguise and warning everyone else off about snake. He was Tony's spy and there he was making everyone doubt about Charlie .

[raritina]

he is just a girl w his twilight book <3

[multifandommoth]

“Are you team Edward or team Jacob?”

No bitch, I’m team Charlie.

[int3rnztstar]

free my boy charlie

[ilysweetleaf]

happy 17th wedding anniversary to my parents

[islandtarochips]

Curioisty took over me hehe sorry querida

🕯️about Luke and Jackson (can I ask for the both of them?)

Hey hey! And sure! I’ll do both! First time meeting them!

LUKE:

Tiala - “....another version of Kanoa. Just great. I need a drink and I don’t mean drinking WATER.”

Kanoa - “Ha! Alicia told me about her right-hand man! He’s a RIOT! I love that uso, man! Hahaha!”

Agnes - “He’s a nice man! He kinda reminds me of Shark. Always serious whenever I’m around with the bomb. I don’t know why but I’m careful! ……sometimes.”

Nigel - “...........WHY am I panicking with someone who will try to kill me about my past work?! Shit…did he hear that?”

Aelan - “HE is the THIRD reason why I want to hit someone. And Jackson WARN me about him and I got my bowl ready to SMASH his face with.”

Alana - “......how many versions of Kanoa are there? This is getting concerning…”

JACKSON:

Tiala - “Reminded me of Aelan. He’s…nice yes. But I still want to keep my distance from men. And if he’s the only medic while Aelan is not around. I…I’ll try to let him treat me…if he doesn’t touch my right arm.”

Kanoa - “Ah yes, the medic man. Hehehe. He’s really fun to talk to buuuuuuuut I should be careful because his anger….are lot like Aelan. Instead of being treated with the wound. He’s gonna add MORE to it. Ehehe…yeah.”

Agnes - “Doc is REALLY nice! He even gives me a small aid kit whenever I experiment something that I accidentally exploded myself! What? A girl need to test the bomb SOMEHOW in order to blow up the place or the enemies! But I even wonder why he gets so tense whenever it’s just me and him…”

Nigel - “A nice guy. At least he’s the one who I suddenly don’t feel threatened by….but I’m still gonna keep my distance from him.”

Aelan - “Another medic trying to deal with these chaotic groups? I guess he and I should have a vacation. Huh? I can show him around in Hawaii. I’m sure he’ll be SUPER relaxed after that.”

Alana - “I don’t know MUCH about him. But my daughter speaks HIGHLY of him. And…I’m happy that she made a friend. Very happy.”

And there you have it! The WTF has their different responses about these two but they like them anyway!

[inky-thebeloved]

charlie’s chat during roier’s speech 

[charlieswanswife]

Best Friend’s Dad

Headcanons

Obligatory age gap!

Meeting your best friend’s dad for the first time

I am planning on fleshing this out for a future fic (or even series!) so keep an eye out for that! Suggestions & ideas are welcome.

Charlie’s always had mixed feelings when it came to you—from the very moment Bella brought you over from university

On one hand you were hot as hell—

—and on the other you were his daughter’s best friend

The first time you graced the Swan household was the beginning of holiday break

The Chief had just come home from a long day at the station to find Bella’s truck in his driveway

A smile had crept onto his tired face as he unlocked the front door with his key

Because after all this time Charlie couldn’t wait to catch up with his daughter…

But there you sat—a total stranger—in his chair, tv blaring in front of you, hand gripping one of his freshly cold beers

There’s a silence in the air as his deep brown eyes take you in

You shifted in your seat—unbearably tiny shorts riding even higher up your exposed thighs—fixing the strap of your small top that had managed to slip past your shoulder

“You one of Bells’ friends?”

Your mouth hung open, suddenly dry, as your cheeks flushed under his gaze

“Dad,” Bella appeared, “this is (y/n).”

“Nice of you to let me know we’d have company”

There’s an annoyance to his voice, though you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker over your form

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Swan” you finally spoke

Mr. Swan

—a sound that would ring incessantly through his ears that night

“I’m sorry for intruding…”

Bella insisted that you’d stay—with begrudging acceptance from her father

who ends up going along with it

After all, he had heard all about you for the past few months and you seemed to be a great friend to his daughter during her first year of university

“Wasted no time making yourself at home, huh” Charlie sighed to himself, “even went straight after my beer…”

“I offered” Bella cut in

A scowl formed on the Chief’s lips

“Thank you for letting me stay, Mr. Swan” you interjected, “especially during such a busy time”

“Don’t mention it” Charlie mumbled

Your pretty lips formed into a smile, “promise I won’t give you too much trouble”

It was then that Charlie knew he would have to tread carefully

—because the last thing he needed was his daughter’s best friend filling his head with such dirty little fantasies

[deeptrashwitch]

Dad! It's a prank!

(The twins are 14 in this random thing)

*Olivia is recording from the kitchen*

Alicia: *doing dome paperwork* Leo, take out the trash, kiddo *hiding a smile*

Leo: *closes his eyes and prays in silence for a second* Shut up, mom! Leave me alone!

Alejandro: *turns to look at him like the kid of The Exorcist* What did you just say to your mother, young man? *eye twitching*

Leo: ...Fuck *pale*

Alejandro: *already standing up from the couch* You and I will have a long conversation, Leo Marchant Vargas

Olivia: *chuckling from behind the camera* He's so screwed... *whispers*

Leo: Wait, wait, wait, wait-! *panicked* it was a prank, Dad, I swear!

Alicia: *stands up to stop Alejandro* It's a prank, cariño, I was in this

Alejandro: ... *huffs* Alright, alright

Leo: *sighs relieved*

Alejandro: *glares at Leo* Never, and I mean never, speak like that to your mother, sister or any woman in your life again. No matter if it's a prank or not, got it?

Leo: *nods desperately* Y-yes sir!

Alejandro: Now, your mother told you to take out the trash

Leo: *runs to take out the trash*

Alejandro: ... *places his chin over Alicia's head* I don't like that kind of pranks *pouts*

Alicia: *chuckles* Never again, I promise

Olivia: Aww *chuckles*

Alejandro: Olivia, turn off the damn camera and delete that thing *serious*

Olivia: *pales* Y-yes dad

*recording goes off*

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Inspo video:

[lightningbot]

Team China doodle

[andtrueblue]

they're just like me.

(source: Phoebe Bridgers talking with Olivia Rodrigo for Interview Magazine)

[ghouleez]

Becoming an adult means that we’re recognizing that Charlie was actually the hot one in the twilight movies

[gobslob]

Wanna be #TeamCharlie? Think again. That’s incest.

Ships which are not allowed:

Barlie

Chela

Charbell

Charlella

Bellie

Think before you ship.