#BUT HE ANNOYED TF OUTTA ME

[bruciemilf]

Huge loss for the dark haired and bisexual community

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗎𝖻!𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗋, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋!𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗓 𝗁𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗈. }

you take pride in showing off your little weirdo boyfriend, like a elementary schooler with a sticker notebook, and he loves it, loves being with you, loves that you don’t feel ashamed of being with him, but… he also hates the attention he gets because of it; girls coming up to him only after you posted up with him, tryna get him to cheat.

but he’s loyal and a snitch when it comes to shit like that so he tells you about it and the next thing he knows is those girls are looking like they were being put through the ringer by a 364 pound Samoan, and you calling him on facetime whining that you chipped two nails and asking him for money to get them redone. which he gives you ofc, you just made his dick hard by fighting for him! and don’t let one of y’all shippers send him a video of you fighting those girls consecutively, he’d probably bust a nut watching your angry face the whole time you molly whopping them homewreckers.

he’d open the door to his apartment, off campus, letting you in when you knock on the door to find his favorite signature colors on your nails in his face. he’ll smile dopily when you ask him if he wanted a ‘special something’ nodding his head, blond pony bouncing with his movements, because whenever you said that you would always snatch his soul. he who sat on the couch in his lounging area, hips raised and back arched slightly with his head thrown back, biting on the back of his knuckle as you’re sat in front of him kneeling on a pillow giving him that galaxy-throat goat-vacuum suction-double hand twist combo-deluxe 3000.

you pull off of him, half of your face shiny and full of spit bubbles and cum as you continue to stroke him. “c’mon baby lemme hear your pretty voice, tell me everything i wanna hear or i swear i’ll stop.” as soon as you said that his hand flew from his mouth, moaning as he looked down at your smiling face, satisfied after seeing his teary blue eyes, with hearing his voice before you pounced on him again, nothing could hold back those beautiful moans now.

“h-holyyy fuuuck hmm love it wh-when you fight f’r me.” “I would never e-even look those girls’ wayyy ahhh y/n fuck!” he whimper tears falling from his eyes. “hahhh yer the only auhh one f’r me f’r my cock.” “mmmm-my cock wouldn’t get hahh hhah-hard f’r an’er w’ma.” his words slur as he gets closer to his climax and you make it no better when putting all the suction pressure on his blushing red tip.

one hand going to fondle his balls and the other squeezing his shaft tighter as you continued to stroke him, he throws his head back, not even mind in the dull throbbing. his eyes stuck to the back of his head letting out a loud high pitched whine that his neighbors will no doubt complain about. his pale hips rose off the couch even more as he could literally feel you sucking the cum out of him, straight up out of his cock.

you swallow every drop of cum that landed on your tongue, his body trembling as he drops back onto the couch, spurts of his kids still landing on your pink muscle as your tongue continues to caress his overly sensitive tip. he pulled you off his cock by your braids, whimpering as he does so. “hahmmm s-shiiit!” he held his dick protectively, plopping his full body on the couch facing you as he laid still, face flushed and hazy ocean eyes, his hair ruffled up as he shivers and twitches, taking this chance to look at your seductive face gazing back at him with low eyes.

he mewls at the pain and overstimulation of his dick getting hard again as you speak, giggling. “want me to suck you off again?” he curls into himself looking at you flabbergasted. “stay back you devil woman!” you laugh at his dramatics as you see his junior pop up to look at you. “but… you’re already raring to go cowboy.” you teasingly crawl closer to him and he lets out a yelp, backing further into the couch covering his junk properly.

“back! back i say!” he smiles at your laughter, watching your brown eyes crinkle with tears in your waterlines. you still look so beautiful even after taking half his life force, he can’t help but think to himself… he definitely loves being yours.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[ghostboyhood]

my moms white boyfriend doing a "stereotypical mexican accent" to order food at the mexican restaurant we're at is CRAZY

[bitchy-peachy]

Deleted 20 money begging asks. No regrets, because my pinned does say I will block the absolute shit outta of those asks.

[softestepilogue]

i absolutely hate remakes/reboots but i do hope they’ll remake thg one day. i just feel like they could’ve done a way better job than what they did. and while i think JLaw is a good actress i do not think she was good for the role of katniss. when she said the ‘if we burn you burn with us’ line i felt absolutely nothing. no chills down my spine, no goosebumps on my arm like i did when i read the book.

[allofuswantgwinam]

the way that i feel so fucking old after saying this 🤣🤣🤣

[fallenrepublick]

^ would like to add that the concept for the Batch was initially George Lucas's, just fleshed out by Filoni!

I know Filoni created the Batch in TCW when they were introduced, but remember that if anything happens in TBB series and you need someone’s address to send your therapy bill to, it’s Jennifer Corbett and Brad Rau.

Jokes aside - Jennifer is the series runner, she’s the creator, she’s a female in the industry, please give her the credit and respect she deserves even if it’s crying at her

[gothamcityneedsme]

Also tbh arkham origins is like the other half of arkham city. In all the ways arkham city is a fantastic sequel to asylum, arkham origins is a FANTASTIC prequel. just. The setup and way they approach the themes is so good

[jaxon-exe]

Fighting for Friendship

So Danny ends up in Gotham, how is up to u, but he is put in the same class as Damian.

Now Gotham is weird. Amity Park is weird to. But they r two different kinds of weird. Like Amity park is the “oh ur a bit weird, cool, so is everyone” kinda weird where Gotham is the “wait ur weird?? Fuck ur gonna be a rogue ain’t u?? Get tf away from me. Go have ur villain origin story over there” kinda weird.

So Danny can’t really make any friends bc he’s weird weird. Tho he’s not the only one in his class with this problem. The other guy, Damian Wayne, mainly sticks to himself and seems to be the only sane person in this school. Well, to Danny at least. This made Danny want to befriend him. Even if only to not be alone in his suffering. More than that Danny can feel the traces of ectoplasm on him! Even more reason for him to be friend shaped.

The problem is Damian seems to be in denial about his friend shapeness. Well to bad for him if Danny is one thing it’s stubborn. But dammit Damian seems to be a new level of stubborn. Nothing Danny does works!! It’s almost like this kid is from a different world or at least a different time!! Before he gives up however he has one last attempt. All or nothing!!

So he spends an inter week annoying the fuck outta Damian!! Looks it’s not a smart plan but it is a desperate one. It is also a plan that works a bit better than expected!!

He started his plan on Monday and it took til Friday for Damian to crack. After a full day of maximum annoyance Danny started following Damian home. They made it several blocks before Damian dragged him into a nearby alley and started swinging.

Now this Danny understood!!!

The universal language of ghost, Violence!!!

So the two beat the shit out of each other and r pretty evenly matched. Both of them r on even levels when it comes to speed and battle awareness and while Damian is definitely the better trained Danny is stronger and more durable. Needless to say the fight goes on for awhile.

A few hours later Damian and Danny shuffle into Wayne manor looking like they lost a fight with a wood chipper and when Bruce goes to ask what happen Danny just smiles and goes- We’re friends now 

With Damian nodding in agreement

[ryomens-vixen]

Yandere!Gojo Satoru -Drabble?

❤️‍🩹 CW: Gojo is a Warning, Cheating, Slight NSFW, Yandere Tendencies, threats, dub/noncon?

❤️‍🩹 Word Count: 🤷🏾‍♀️girl idk...no wc today.

❤️‍🩹 Author's notes: This was COMPLETELY out of no where, I was bored and instead of finishing this Toji fic I randomly decided to write Yandere Gojo. So enjoy and don't ask me to write for Gojo 🙄 this is a one time thing...

I don't think y'all understand how TERRIFYING yandere Gojo could actually be- like I'm not a Gojo girlie, but I pay attention to him enough to know this nga is real deal terrifying. Like let's say you and him had a bad break up and he pops up at your house after you blocked him on everything, trying to explain himself and you close the door in his face. Now the RATIONAL thing to do would just be to leave. But Satoru? Chile his only rational thoughts are he either hollow purple the house or simply teleport inside and continue where he left off. Cause what the fuck does he look like letting you go?

Nah, he'll teleport in the house and of course scare tf outta you- and whatchu gone do about it? Nothing, you can't even touch this man. Like yeah you can scream, shout, throw shit at him all you want, but it's not like you can touch the nga. You gone hear him, you gone listen to every word he has to say and even if you do decide to reject his advances he WILL stay in your house, all up in your face, all up in your bed, eating your food, etc. He's gonna make you take him back whether you like him or not, but you not leaving him. Whatchu gone do? He's the strongest, nobody can step to him except Suguru, but where is he? Nobody knows. So really all you can do is deal with him being there, annoying you, trying to talk your panties off, the mood swings I mean really you have to watch what you say to him cause his cheerful mood can switch to unhinged so quick and you know exactly how bad he can get so it's better to just play along with him until you're no longer mad at him.

I mean just the other day he told you he loved you so much but you- you clearly forgot who you were dealing with and slipped up saying you didn't love him. Now why would you slip up and say that to him? Now he's all eerily quiet and you were standing there washing the dishes like you didn't just piss off a monster? Next thing you know he's got your head in the dish water and his dick buried in your pussy, His blindfold restricting your hands, every now in then he feels you pushing your head against his hand he pulls your head up from the water only to ask you in a serious tone of you love him or not. Now... There's a right answer for everything so even if you didn't love him it would be very.. Wise to say you do- unless you want this blue eyed, white haired demon to drown you?

Or the time he caught you swiping on tinder? Are you out of your mind? You have to be- ain't no way you forgot who's in your house. Gojo had half a mind to trap you in his infinite void for a second, but listen- he's trying, he's trying to not be so impulsive, trying to communicate better, trying to not show you how weak you are compared to him. He tried to communicate to you how much it hurts him to see you on tinder, and what did you say to him?

"We're not together so it doesn't matter, Satoru. "

It's something wrong witcho dumbass like do you just forget how much danger you're in fuckin around with Gojo? THEE strongest? The Six Eyes? Head of the Gojo Clan? Now you're sitting here wondering why you can't breathe and seeing stars. He literally took you're phone and shattered it, now he's knocking the Sonic Rings out your pussy. Do you still wanna keep playing with this man? Because after this you're sure as hell going to watch what you say or do around him now.

Only after you get done getting the Chaos Emeralds knocked out your pussy. I mean he is ruthless, turning your ever which way but loose, knees always behind your heads while he's quite literally bullying your cervix, but the way that you're a babbling mess underneath him turned him on even more, but I guess that's you're fault you should have watched what you said, and now here you are getting stuffed to the brim with his cum, those bright blue eyes, that crazied smile stretched across his face, forcing you to make eye contact with him. Gojo enjoyed seeing that expression you were making, he knows he's the only only who could ever fuck you like this, his dick is the best you've ever had nobody could compare to him no matter how mad you were.

"That's right baby, you're my girl, aren't 'cha? Mine, Mine, Mine. You.. Fuck.. You and this pussy mean so much to me!"

"Say it, Y/N, Say you love me baby, say it, say it, say it!"

"Fuck- This pussy s'good, s'good baby, just for me."

"You'll t-take me back, be a family again, you'd like that wouldn't you? Putting a fuckin baby in you- wouldn't you?!"

Out of everything he said that's the only thing that caught your attention, your panic? You were never ready for a baby- But what were you gonna do? Deny him? You've already fucked up denying him a relationship, Yeah he cheated, but in your current situation was it really ever that deep? He never showed his crazy until now and too be honest it was scary and arousing at the same time. But you had to come back to earth before he ACTUALLY baby traps you. Maybe tricking him into giving you a break? You had just the idea, asking him in strangled moans to let you ride it, damn near begging.

Surprisingly- it did work, you were engaging with him instead of fighting against him, Gojo thought to himself as he sat up pulling you on of him. His demeanor seemed a bit more cheerful than deranged like earlier. But now that you've come back to your senses and realized who you're fucking with.. It was time to play along, maybe even reason with him. Once you were on top of him finally able to catch your breath- your fingers interlaced with his, impatient as ever he bucked his hips up into you making you plead with him to wait a second.

*Pant* "Sa- Satoru wait, just a second lemme talk!"

He looked so annoyed, so irritated with you, but way not he'll bite.

"Fine, what more important than me putting this fat cock in your stomach?" Oh that devious look only his face.

"Satoru, you're right, I do wanna get back together, I was just being jealous, Toru- I wanna fix us before we ever consider having a baby, okay? Please?" God he loved the way you pleaded with him, even saying please? Man it made his dick jump, but it also mad him so happy, you wanted to be with him again.

You watched his facial expressions in worry since he hadn't said anything yet. That was until he bucked his hips into you again ... Repeatedly. But at least he had on his usual joyful expression- he seemed happy now. Nothing could ruin it just as long as you were cautious about the things you say or do. There's no use in being petty or angry with him because will always without missing beat show you his crazy.

But you should be glad you don't live in an apartment, because babeh.. The noise complaints y'all would be getting right now, I mean the headboard is literally banging against the wall. Your screams were nothing to talk about either you two were being so loud right now, you were his again and even though he didn't respond to your statement beforehand, his actions would surely speak for him. Like instead of his baby trapping you Gojo pulls out cumming all over your stomach and himself.

"My Girl.. Now how about we try for a baby when you move in with me tomorrow?" He said so cheerfully like it was nothing.

"HUH?!"

Yeah... Gojo Satoru was insane and you're the only person that has EVER seen this side of him. You're stuck with this monster now, but at least his dick is good, right?

Tags: no tags this time we'll see what the algorithm does with this and again do not bother asking me to write more Gojo I literally hate this dude. 💕

[webdollzz]

a/n: me n my best baby @earth222abi were talking about this on tiktok and I js had to form a post 🧘🏻‍♀️

warnings: none, headcanons rly

this man can and will come home with random strays at any given moment. dogs, cats, you name it, hes brought it back to his canal boat. including a "hamster" (it was a fucking mouse)

cat distribution system LOVES him. "don' mind these, they jus' a couple o' squatters" and its 4 cats sleeping on his floor, table, bed and worktop living their best lives. if he doesn't see a "regular" as he calls them, on a boring patrol night he'll search for them in usual places because he's so worried.

I think he permanently adopted a stray blue staffy & he just annoys TF outta that poor dawg cuz he loves it. (like this)

can, will & does send you those tiktoks he gets on his fyp with 2 likes of some old tosser on their 2014 android and says "litch me". also sends those tiktoks where its like "you belong to me😈😈" and he fully is just an absolute dickhead with annoying you. (abi damn near killed me for sending those tiktoks)

BUT if you do it back n call this man kitten or sum fucking shit he WILL stare at you sooooo fed up. "only funny when I do it." alr double standards.

carves your initials into his guitar.

fully steals feminine hygiene products for you if you're afab, binders & chest tape if ur ftm, what u want, this man gets. fuck big businesses and that.

loves when you two wander around town at xmas time when theres all those little stalls up.

he pokes ur waist. everytime he sees an opportunity, done. snorts to himself when you yelp.

....he loves a good bubble bath I'm sorry. being spiderman means having achey muscles all the live long day so if you run him a nice bubble bath this man will love you for the rest of his damn life. (even though he would either way.)

on that subject, he too gangly for a shower, the shower doesn't go high enough so he either hunches or uses his webs to put it higher (and that pisses u off if ur shorter) and his knobbly ahh knees poke out the bath sometimes but he too busy in his world to gaf. (you're sat on the toilet watching him and just giggling ur ass off)

he loves sewing. his "nanny" definitely taught him when he was just a lil geezer which is how he has all his patches and badges on his clothes, he put them on himself! only sews in the way his grandmother showed him to honour her, and refuses point blank to do it any other way, even if they're easier/sturdier. trust in great mrs brown.

loves picking you literal weeds out the ground with some daisies and presenting them like they're a 10/10 bouquet with a FAT lopsided grin on his face.

if you yawn infront of him I feel like sometimes he'll just blow air into your mouth briefly before carrying on with his business. idk. he's just got such annoying older brother energy and I feel like that's js what he'd do.

thanks for coming to my ted talk!

© WEBDOLLZZ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[bomber-grl]

What being best friends with Damian Wayne would be like

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne x Gn!Reader (platonic)

Reader is a vigilante and attends gotham academy

The worst but the best

You guys are known to the public as an iconic duo and there are many edits of you out there

Some people ship you guys, which, are you even surprised?

Anyway, Damian has two different personalities

When you’re busy at school with work or fighting as your guys vigilante counterparts he’s so serious it’s not even funny.

It’s so annoying too cuz then he yells at you when you try joking around and starts ignoring you.

Especially at school

But then once he does he pretends it never happened and starts talking with you

Ugly ass

Well, you guys usually just hang out everywhere and anywhere

At school, at the Wayne manor, and also when you’re patrolling

Now, as a friend he’s 50/50

What I mean by this is that he deffo gets emo at times and goes on monologues and stuff

So that’s the worst part of being his friend

Most times when he goes on his superhero internal monologue u just stand there like 🧍‍♀️and keep checking your watch

The worst part of it is he kinda takes it out on you and acts bitter

So that’s the worst part of being his friend

Besides the fact he ignores you when you wave at him in the hallway 😔

Got u looking like a fan 😔

Dw tho, he’s got some good traits to him

Like how fun it is to talk shit with him

He’s always going after everyone’s ass it’s so outta pocket 😭

That doesn’t mean you’re safe either 😔✊

Also you bet your ass all the girls, guys and basically any living thing loves him

His looks, not rlly his personality

Like you love him, but Damian, please try not to call people who approach you NPCs😭

Honestly people started avoiding you like the plague because of him

You still love him tho cuz even if he’s not even funny, he is

Like he doesn’t try to be, but shit he says outta no where literally be the funniest shit you’ve ever heard.

But when he tries to be funny on purpose…

Like Damian, hunny, pls shut ur mouth

The urge to just 🤏 his lips

Another pro would be his money ngl

Bro is rich rich and he honestly never hesitates to get u shit

Like you’ll mention it once and then the next second it magically got in your hands

But if u beg ask him for sum he’ll make u feel like that ant with the bag on the stick

Like 😔

He might act this way but you guys play around a lot

Like he’ll let u jokingly push and make jokes at his expense and he’ll do the same

But the second someone does it to him he’s like-

“Who are you?”

Like why tf u joking with me when I got y/n?

And when they do a joke at your expense bro is mad mad

He’ll let u stand up for yourself but after that he just gets pissed

Like who are you? Npc?

Going on from that

He’s really protective

Cuz he rlly cares about u Fr

He’s honestly really appreciative of how you were able to handle and put up with him in the beginning

Especially with how emo he was in the beginning

He’s always gon have ur back too, you don’t even gotta ask

Going from that, when y’all joke and push each other just playing around and stuff

He always fakes getting mad like the toxic person he is 🙄

But you don’t miss the way he smiles

Like you don’t even care if u end up being dropped kicked, you always gon bring it up

Then u end up getting tripped by him and falling in front of the hoes 😔

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Here ya go! @ladygagaslefttoe20

[uncannyoceanz]

what type of bitch every creepypasta is💀

What type of bitch every creepypastas is💀😭

Jeff the killer - the type of bitch who will act like he’s cool but is suddenly scared when you pull out a lighter.

Slenderman - the type of bitch who acts like a mom

Ben drowned - the type of bitch who purposely annoys everyone

Sally - the type of bitch who pretends to be innocent but she’s really a little trouble maker

Puppeteer - the type of bitch who will manipulate you and than gaslight you.

Eyeless Jack - the type of bitch who would use you as a dummy for medical practice lmao

Jason the Toymaker - the type of bitch who hoards all of his belongings 

Laughing Jack - the type of bitch who makes really shitty jokes that only a few think are actually funny

Laughing Jill - the type of bitch who gives off horse girl vibes.

Nathan the nobody - the type of bitch that has way to bad anger issues

Nina the killer - the type of bitch that acts like a pick me.

Lazari - the type of bitch you would have to push off a building just to get her to move

Jane the killer - the type of bitch who makes every argument about Jeff

Ticci-Toby - the type of bitch who will cause an accident and then say “wasn’t me.” Then blame it on one of his close friends.

Masky - the type of bitch who needs to chill tf out on smoking and alcohol 

Hoodie - the type of bitch who seems really straight but he’s really gay with Masky.

Candy Pop - the type of bitch that has mood swings worse than a woman on her period.

Vine the DollMaker - the type of bitch that sits like L and will threaten you with scissors 

Lulu - the type of bitch who is really shy

Suicide Sadie - the type of bitch who will start an argument with you and then beat the shit out of you

Kagekao - the type of bitch who gives everyone ‘cutesy’ nicknames…

Trenderman - the type of bitch who will hold a whole ass photoshoot at the mansion 

Offenderman - the type of bitch who is literally, canonically, a rapist.

Splendorman - the type of bitch who isn’t actually a bitch and is just really fucking wholesome and sweet 

Nurse Ann - the type of bitch who has resting bitch face.

Papa grande - the type of bitch who acts and sounds like Caine from TADC 

Smile dog - the type of bitch who will bite you….cause why tf not?

Dr. Smiley - the type of bitch who will just randomly start manically laughing outta no where.

Hobo heart - the type of bitch who will literally steal your heart

Asylum Nancy  - the type of bitch who is way too fucking happy and hyper up all the damn time

Stripes - the type of bitch who will have a full on mental breakdown because they saw something adorable or saw a fit, beautiful woman and got jealous 

Sadiya - the type of redneck, cowgirl, western bitch.

Clockwork - the type of bitch who will punch you when she laughs

Zero - the type of bitch who always fucking brags about how cool she is.

homicidal liu since @my-jukebox reminded me!: The type of bitch that has his inner emo alpha wolf side.

[juleswrites223]

Desi Girl

Pairing: Carlos Sainz jr x indian!reader

Context: Attending a desi wedding with bae

ps: No specific faceclaim, i got every image from pinterest. Desi girls need some love too and i love carlos so i thought he would be the perfect fit for this.

yourusername

yourusername shaadi (wedding) time!!

ps; not my shaadi, my sister's

tagged: carlossainz55

landonorris where's my invite

yourusername remember the time we invited you for diwali and you almost burned yourself bc YOU INSISTED TO LIGHT FIRECRACKERS WITH MY BROTHER landonorris no regrets yourusername you almost died dummy landonorris like i said no regrets carlossainz55 .... ynloversz i love how carlos is so used to their banter that he stays out of it lest he too face the wrath of y/n yncarlos tired older sister and annoying younger brother dynamic ynmylove the fact that she already has a younger brother who annoys tf outta her and now she gotta deal with lando and her lil bro mywifeyn my girl cant catch a break😭

charlesleclerc i wanted to come too...

yourusername you can come when we get married carlossainz55 what she said^^^

yummyyn they’re so in love😩😩😩

carlitoyn mother is mothering; daddy is daddying

ynwifey shes so so mommy😩

randohater yeah must be fun mooching off your millionaire bf

ynloversz oh someone hold me back im boutta get violent

mywifeyn its always these ignorant americans smh 🤦

ynmyqueen her family is hella rich and practically run almost everything in India so before hating on someone who is way richer and prettier than you, do your research cuz this is embarrassing for you.

f1wags

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[sethsclearwater]

I second the ask where the pack convinces him not to call reader pretty girl, and she gets upset/annoyed/whatever! Also, def want the "who tf is sweetheart?? I only answer to pretty girl" sentence in there. I think that'd be hilarious and awesome!

he'd be so cute about it🥺

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"seth you do realize you're like the only person on earth that uses that pet name, right?" quil asked teasingly from his spot lounged on emily's couch. quil, along with jared, paul, and jacob had been teasing him all day over his use of the name 'pretty girl' when he referred to you.

although you loved it, the pack seemed to think it was a bit stupid compared to the more traditional pet names the rest of them called their imprints.

"watch me call her sweetheart and see how mad she gets about it," seth started, grabbing his phone to check how close you were to emily's house. from the tracking app you two had on each other's phones, it looked like you were just about to pull into emily's driveway.

"make sure it's in front of us clearwater!" jared called as seth got up, rolling his eyes and stepping over to the front door to greet you.

you smiled as you got out of your car, happy to see your imprinter standing in the doorway with a soft smile on his face, "seth!" you squealed, running up the steps of emily's porch to pull him into a tight hug which he gladly returned, "i missed you-" you mumbled against his chest, letting out a sigh of content as he pressed his lips to your hair and gently ran his hand up and down your back.

"i missed you too sweetheart," seth cooed and you immediately dropped your arms from around him to look up at him inquisitively, not totally sure where he got the new nickname from.

"sweetheart? i only answer to pretty girl," you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest as you tried to figure out where on earth that name came from.

the boys' laughter could be heard from inside as seth's lips curled into the faintest ghost of a smile, "sorry pretty girl," seth murmured with a breathy laugh, "those idiots thought you'd rather be called sweetheart," he teased, smiling when you let out a soft giggle, rolling your eyes as you stepped back into his embrace.

"never call me that again," you mumbled against his chest as you pulled him into a tight hug, "'s what your mom calls me," you added softly, eliciting another soft laugh from seth as he ran his hands up and down your back.

"promise i won't," he reassured with a chuckle, "now can we get outta here? i missed you," he mused, smiling when you nodded and immediately released him in favor of grabbing his hand and tugging him down the porch steps so the two of you could go back to his apartment.

[bravo4iscool]

the sacrifice (simon „ghost“ riley x reader)

soft!simon, angst with happy ending, happy (open) end, technically gn!reader, love confessions, fluff, angst, dumbass!simon, medic!reader, (ooc!simon)

Ghost goes back to ignoring you after he left the med bay and he hates himself for it. He doesn‘t want to ignore you but he can‘t allow himself to be weak. He needs to be strong, he can‘t afford to be vulnerable.

or, you’re the medic for tf 141 but ever since you killed someone in action to protect yourself and ghost he‘s ignoring you.

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„You killed for me.“

„I did.“

„Don‘t ever do that again.“ Ghost looks at you with piercing eyes and you swallow. You want to answer, ask him why he was being so cold and distant but he just stands up, clutching his shoulder.

„Ghost…“ you sigh. „I was just about to check your shoulder and leg. Sit down again. I can‘t let you leave like that,“ you explain but he shuts you up with his gaze.

„You’re not the only medic here, are you?“ he replies and you’re taken aback by that. Yes, you weren’t the only doctor on base but you were assigned specifically to the 141. Why did he want to search for another one?

„That is right but-“

He interrupts you, „I will find another one.“ With that he limped out of the room, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

You stare at the open door, still not really processing what just happened. Normally you and Ghost were good, you never had any problems. What the fuck was going on with him now?

~

„Ghost to Mama. You copy?“ Your head shoots up as you heard your Lieutenant‘s voice. You scramble to get a grip on your radio.

„Here Mama. Copy,“ you reply, ready for anything. You were currently in a hideout not far from the actual fight going on. You were on standby in case something went south. Sounds like it did.

„I’m hit. Need ya here.“ Ghost answers and you tense. You stand up, already fastening the straps of your gear around you.

„Copy. Send me your location. I‘m Oscar Mike.“

„Roger that.“

And gone you were. You left the hideout, carefully clutching your rifle. While you had weaponry training you weren’t as good as the boys of the 141, obviously.

It was enough to survive though.

You scan your surroundings, quickly glancing at your watch. A red dot appears on the digital map. Lord, how thankful you were for those digital watches. Made things a lot easier.

You carefully moved forward, your rifle lifted, ready to engage if needed. The way to Ghost thankfully wasn‘t that long, so you‘d soon wouldn‘t be alone anymore.

„Ghost? How copy?“ you ask after a couple minutes, making sure he didn‘t pass out on you.

„Fucking shit,“ comes the fast reply. You need to suppress a chuckle at his gruff voice. He sounded mad, annoyed even.

„How bad is it? Can you walk?“ you want to know, your body on high alert. You didn't want to order a medevac. Ghost hated that. Made him feel weak you found out. He always wanted to be the imitating, unbreakable Lieutenant Simon „Ghost“ Riley.

Bullshit, if he‘d ask you. Everyone had a weak side, even him, so why didn‘t he want to show it?

„Wouldn’t say I can walk,“ his voice sounds through your earpiece and you groan. That meant medevac. How funny. He‘d be pissed at you for at least a week. How amazing.

„Sounds like medevac to me,“ you respond, your body jerking to the right as you notice a movement. It was a bird. You take a deep breath to calm down. „You think you can make it to rendezvous spot with my help?“

“If you get me outta here first,” he grunts through the comms and you think about the worst.

“What do you mean?” you ask, almost at his location. Only a couple more meters. Before he could answer you saw something beneath a destroyed building move.

Was that Ghost? Fucking hell!

You quicken your steps, eyes roaming around for any possible enemy hideout. “Ghost?” you ask, also through the comms, hoping to get an answer.

“Yea,” you hear his quiet but deep voice beneath the rubble and you let out a relieved breath. You crouch down beside him, pushing your rifle behind your back.

“Do I wanna know how you ended up here?” you mumble, trying to get a picture of the current situation. There was a concrete block on his shoulder and you knew it would be hell to get it off him but you needed to. And you noticed his blood soaked pants. He probably was shot or stabbed in the leg. You couldn’t call for the others right now. Not, when they almost eliminated the target.

Ghost doesn’t answer and you know he doesn’t because he was saving his strength. You recognise that with a nod.

“I will take a look at your leg first,” you let him know, unpacking your first aid kit. “Then we’ll get this fucking piece of concrete of your shoulder. Sounds good?” You glance at him and you notice a slight nod.

“Well, then let’s go,” you say to yourself, quickly getting to work.

-

“Fuck this shit,” you curse as you remove the last piece of rubble from Ghost. You were panting, your hair falling in front of your eyes. “I wasn’t trained for this shit,” you mumble, once again unpacking your first aid kit to look at his shoulder. He didn’t say a word.

“You really need to stop getting shot,” you mumble, trying to clean the wound as good as possible without ripping his clothes. You did fast and good work and only moments later the wound was cleaned and dressed.

“Can you stand up?” you ask him, gripping his healthy arm already. “Come on big boy,” you grunt as you pull him up, trying to steady him with your body. It was harder than you thought.

“Medevac will be easier if we go to the rendezvous point. They have better access there.” You look at him as you explain and you can’t help but notice how slack his body looks. Like he would collapse any moment.

And then, he did. He pulls your body down with him as his legs give out. A surprised yelp leaves your mouth and you try to stand up as soon as possible.

“No, no, no!” you curse. “Don’t get unconscious now!” You remove his arm from your shoulder, turning him on his side. Then you take his face in your hands to take a look at his eyes. They were closed. Shit!

You stood up, positioning yourself above him, a leg on either side of his upper body. Then you reached for your comms.

“Mama to HAVOC. Do you copy?” You almost anxiously wait for an answer. “Urgent medevac required. Ghost is down and unconscious. Transmitting location coordinates now,” you tell them, your eyes scanning your surroundings.

After they assure you the heli will be there any minute you try to contact the others of the team.

“Mama to Bravo Six, how do you copy?” No answer.

“Mama to Soap, you copy?” No answer.

You don’t even bother to try and contact Gaz. If the others didn’t answer he wouldn’t too. You curse again and take a look at Ghost. He was still unconscious but at least he was breathing regularly.

You raise your head again, pulling your rifle from your back. Who knows. Maybe you’d need it…

You made sure to take a look behind your back every once in a while. Always watch your six. Ghost almost beat that into you once you started to go to the field with them.

Then, suddenly you hear something. You raise your rifle, scanning the abandoned buildings in front of you. You really didn’t wanna engage with any tangos. You were just a doctor…

You tried again to reach Price of Soap, Gaz even but they didn‘t answer, so your only option was to engage if you would be attacked.

You were looking down at Ghost again, praying that he‘d just stand up and say that it all was a joke and he was actually fine but you knew he didn‘t do stuff like that. Especially on missions.

„I swear to God Ghost if I kill someone today it‘s on you,“ you mumble, once again turning around to look behind you. Then you heard a shuffling sound. You yanked around, greeted by a tango running in your direction.

He was holding a hand grenade and you needed to make a short process. You raise your rifle and fire two precise shots. The man drops dead to the ground. You let out a shaky breath.

You leave your position above Ghost, hurrying over to the now dead man, taking away his gun and the grenade. You were lucky he didn‘t have it activated already.

You try to reach Price again or ask when the evac will arrive but then you see another tango running into your direction, hiding behind a brick of concrete.

„Oh fuck off,“ you curse, firing a couple of shots but he stayed hidden. Before you could fire another round you heard Price call your name.

„Mama? You okay?“

„Yea, just need a bit of help!“ you answer, more than glad that your Captain was finally there.

~

Ghost doesn’t talk to you for at least a week. You’re surprised when he shows up someday to ask you for pain killers.

You hand them to him, curiously eying him. “Is everything alright?” you ask him, leaning against your desk.

He only nods at you and you sigh.

“Well, then. Good luck with the next mission,” you force a smile at him. „I won‘t be tagging along since I have some important patients I need to keep an eye on,“ you quickly explain, not that he‘d care…

„Mhh,“ he simply nods and turns around to leave. You feel tears burning in your eyes. Why was he being like that? You’ve always been friends with him and joked around 24/7. So, why was he so distant towards you? You saved his life! Was that scratching on his ego the wrong way or what? You didn‘t know what to think anymore…

A familiar voice rips you out of your thoughts. You look up and see a soldier walking into your office.

„Lance Corporal Walker, how can I help you?“ You forcibly smile at the young soldier approaching you. He returns your smile.

„Hey Doc. Everything fine with the Lieutenant?“ he asks, looking into the direction Ghost left. You suppress a sign, nodding.

„Nothing to worry about.“ You push yourself away from the edge of the table, walking over to lay opposite of it. „Another wound I need to stitch up?“ you then ask, trying to redirect the topic of the conversation.

Walker laughs, sitting down on the lay. „Not exactly. I think I may have strained my shoulder,“ he explains, pointing towards his shoulder with his head.

„I believe that‘s a task for your physiotherapist, not me, no?“ You lightly chuckle, putting on gloves anyway.

„Maybe“, he smirks. „But I like you more than Markus. He‘s always so rough with me.“

„You're in the military Walker. You should be used to it,“ you laugh, instructing him to take off his shirt.

„I know, I am. But that doesn‘t mean I like it.“ He grins at you, his eyes quickly drifting to your lips. You don‘t notice that and continue examining his shoulder.

„Jesus, what did you do?“ you look up at him with shock. „Your muscles are far too tense!“ You let go of his shoulder, stripping off your gloves. „This will take a lot of PT…“

He groans in annoyance and puts his shirt back on. „So Markus it is?“ he asks, stretching his neck.

„Jup,“ you answer, pulling out his file to note his visit and your diagnosis. „I’ll call him as soon as possible so you can schedule your appointments with him“.

„Can I also schedule an appointment with you?“ he says with a hint of something in his voice and you freeze. What was he trying right now?

„You have another injury?“ you try to play dumb, turning around to look at him, file still in your hands. He smirks at you, closing the distance between you two. You take a step back.

„Nah,“ he shakes his head. „But there's a good place in town where the food‘s immaculate…“ his voice drops and he tries to cage you in against your desk.

„Stop it,“ you tell him in a firm voice, pushing him away. „I won‘t go out with you and you should know that.“ You walk towards the door of your office and open it. „Please leave now, Markus will contact you about your PT.“

“Come on Doc,” Walker almost whines and you want to laugh at how pathetic he’s being. “Just one dinner,” he continues to try but you shake your head.

“I said no and it’ll stay that way. Besides, I have someone waiting for me at home,” you say, keeping the fact that it was actually your dog from him.

As long as you had your husky, Nala, you were fine, you didn’t need anyone else. Except for that somebody…

Walker only snorts and walks past you. “If you ever change your mind, let me know.” He winks and leaves. You take a deep breath, closing the door behind you.

You’d always liked Walker in a way but you should’ve known that he’d take it the wrong way. They all did…

-

You’re woken up by a harsh and loud knock. You groan as you curse and roll out of bed. Who the fuck decided to knock on your door at—you check your bedside talke clock—freaking 2 AM?

You quickly throw on a hoodie—under frequent knocking—before you rip open your door.

You’re about to throw a tantrum but then you see who stands in front of your door. It’s Soap, covered in blood, his chest heaving from heavy breaths.

“Soap! Is- are you okay?” you start reaching out for him but he grabs your hand, shaking his head.

“Ghost,” he then cracks out, already pulling you along. Your world starts to spin. What is with Ghost? What happened? Was he okay?

All those questions ran around in your head as your friend and comrade pulled you into the med bay. “He…only wants- to be treated by… you ,” he pants out between heavy breaths, almost shoving you into one of the patient rooms.

And there he laid, in his blood covered uniform. You rush towards him, too scared to really touch him, so you let your hand ghost over his mask.

“What happened?” you turn to Soap, demanding an immediate answer.

“Ambush,” he only says, visibly swallowing. He was scared for his friend. He couldn’t lose Ghost, he was all he had left besides Price and Gaz.

And you of course…

That wasn‘t the answer you needed. „I asked you once and I won‘t ask again Sergeant MacTavish. What happened?“ Your eyes turn dark as you stare at Soap, waiting for the so desperately needed answer.

„Two hits,“ he then says. „One in the shoulder, one in the leg. And multiple knife slashes…“ he then says, fidgeting with his hands. You nod, straightening you back.

„Find one of the nurses and let yourself get patched up. Let me take care of the Lieutenant,“ you instruct him, already pulling a pair of gloves over your hands.

Soap stumbles out of the room, leaving you alone with Ghost. „Well, let‘s get to work,“ you mumble to yourself, getting all the supplies you‘d need. „You really can‘t look after yourself, can you?“

You sigh as you get to work, cleaning and patching up wound after wound. You don’t talk while you carefully stitch him together, only looking at him with worry in your eyes.

When you pull off his mask your hand lingers a little too long on his scarred cheek and when you realize you pull your hand back, as if it‘s been burned.

You shake your head, trying to sort out your thoughts. Ghost didn‘t like you that way, he never has! You needed to get that out of your head!

Your hands slightly tremble when you start to disinfect the little scars on his cheeks and on his nose and you take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. You were trained for this, you could do your job under a pressure unknown to the majority of mankind, yet your hands are shaking almost uncontrollably as you think about the fact that you could lose Ghost any moment…

-

When Ghost wakes up he panics for a second. Where is he? Where is his mask? His hand shoots to the side of his leg where his handgun normally was but all his hand feels is a bandage.

He raises his head, groaning from the pain soaring through his body. What the bloody hell happened? He wants to sit up but when he tries to steady his body on his hands his left arm gives out immediately.

„Fuck,“ he curses, glancing at said shoulder. Another bandage. He must‘ve been hit on the last mission. He lets his eyes roam around, now sure of the fact that he was on base and in the med bay.

Then his eyes fall onto you. You sit on the ground, back popped up against the wall with your eyes closed. You’re sleeping…

You still wear your gloves, which are covered in blood. His blood probably.

He wants to leave.

You saved him. Again. His mind can‘t comprehend that. He should be the one looking after you, not you after him.

He tries to sit up once again but his body fails him. He would need to wait until, either, you woke up, or someone would walk in to check on him. He hoped for the latter.

He‘s been ignoring you for weeks—for his own good—and he didn‘t want to be confronted with you right now, not when he was weak and wounded…

He looks for his phone but it‘s not on the bedside table, so he figures Soap must have it. That fucker . He probably searched for you, even though he knew this was your night off.

Ghost didn‘t remember muttering your name over and over again, trying to fight the other medics who wanted to treat him. He only wanted you, only needed you. But, he didn‘t remember…

A quiet groan rips him out of his thoughts and his eyes snap into your direction. You were slowly waking up.

Briefly his eyes widen, then he decides to close them. Would be easier for him to just act like he‘s still asleep, instead of being confronted by you.

So, he closes his eyes and evens his breath. A couple meters to his left you stretch your limbs, slowly cursing yourself for falling asleep. Then your eyes fell to your hands and you curse again when you noticed that you were still wearing those blood drenched gloves.

You gaze then automatically drifts towards the bed and you see that Ghost is still sleeping. You let out a relieved breath. You wouldn’t have wanted him to see you like that…

You let out a quiet pained moan when you stand up and immediately discard the gloves. You shudder as your body realizes how cold the floor has been.

Before you leave the room you quietly walk to Ghost‘s bed and let your hand hover over his cheek. „I‘m sorry,“ you whisper. „I don‘t know what I did to…anger you but I‘m sorry…“

A single tear escapes your eye and before you can catch it it gently falls onto his bare hand. Your eyes widen and you quickly take a couple of steps back.

You make sure he doesn't wake up and then you leave, softly closing the door behind you.

-

Ghost goes back to ignoring you after he left the med bay and he hates himself for it. He doesn‘t want to ignore you but he can‘t allow himself to be weak. He needs to be strong, he can‘t afford to be vulnerable.

Everyone can see how much it hurts—not only—you but also Ghost. He talks even less, his jokes are more than forced and he doesn‘t even bicker with Soap anymore.

It’s even more obvious with you. You spend most of the time in your quarters, barely leaving them if you weren‘t working or on your way home. Price and Soap are worried about you, as well as Gaz but you’re blocking out any of their efforts to talk to you. You only wanted Ghost…

You knew you both never…were anything serious—not even close—but he still was one of your best friends and you were missing him. You still didn‘t fully understand why he was so cold to you and it was slowly breaking you.

You lay in your bed, face down, thinking about what you possibly could‘ve done wrong to piss Ghost off that much. You couldn‘t live with not knowing what you did.

You get dragged out of your thoughts when you hear a curt nod. You groan and stand up. It probably was Soap, ready to annoy you again. You shuffle over to the door, rolling your eyes already.

„Fuck off Soap,“ you say while opening the door. Only problem, it wasn‘t Soap who knocked on your door.

You freeze when you’re met with Simon’s face. Not Ghost, no. He doesn’t wear his mask and also he was in sweatpants and a hoodie. This was Simon Riley standing in front of you and you were more than confused. What the hell was going on?

He stared down at you, clearly uncomfortable but he told himself that he finally needs to make things right with you. He didn‘t want to see you so hurt, knowing that it was his fault.

„Can I…come in?“ he asks, slightly tilting his head and for a minute you’re too perplexed to actually answer. Then you only nod and step aside to let him in. You wanted to know why he decided to show up at your door at a not really civil time…

You turn around to look at him and before you can get even one word out he starts to talk. „I’m sorry,“ he says, the words rolling off of his tongue like he‘s been practicing this for the last three hours. He had.

You want to say something but he raises his hand, not letting you have your say. „Please…“ he looks at you, a never before seen softness in his eyes. „Let me explain to you.“

You hesitatingly shake your head, heading over to your bed to sit down. He himself takes the chair, which is positioned in front of your desk, and places him a meter or two in front of your bed.

A chill runs down your spine as he looks at you, his eyes sharp but yet so soft and gentle. Something was going on with him but you couldn‘t name what exactly.

„I’ve been an ass,“ he starts and you can’t help but snort at that. Yes, he’s been an ass. A massive one. As you look at him you see one corner of his mouth slightly twitching. Was that a smirk?

„I want to apologize to you,“ and then he says your real name and you’re a goner. He never called you by your name, always your call sign… But you did the same with him, no? Always calling him Ghost and never Simon…

You want to say something, want to ask him why , but he keeps talking. You’ve never heard him talk so much in your whole life…

“I’ve been unfair to you and…and I’ve realized that now.” He averts his gaze and you notice him fidgeting with his fingers. Oh, he was nervous-nervous.

And when he doesn’t speak up again you take it as your change. “Why?”, you ask him, slightly raising your chin. You still didn’t understand and maybe you also didn’t want to. In all the years you’ve worked together he never acted like he’s been acting these past weeks, almost months .

“Becase I have a fucked up ego,” he looks at you again and you want to laugh because it’s such a stupid answer but when your eyes meet his you know that he’s being serious.

“Care to, uh, elaborate?” you raise an eyebrow, again not understanding him.

He leans back in the chair, stretching his legs a little bit before sitting normally on the chair again. “I’m the one supposed to protect you. Not you me,” he then says in a calm voice and you’re this close to rolling your eyes.

You want to ask him if it’s because you’re weak or whatever but he doesn’t let you talk.

“You killed for me,” he calls you by your name again. “I shouldn’t have let it come so far…” He starts to fidget with his hands again. “Killing…is my job. Not yours. You’re way too pure for that.”

“Simon-“ you call him by his real name without even noticing but he interrupts you.

“I’m being serious!” his leg starts to bounce up and down. “My hands were destined to kill. Yours…yours were destined for the opposite.” He avoids looking at you and you decide to stand up.

You walk over to him and stand directly in front of him, almost between his legs. “Look at me,” you say. He doesn’t. “Simon,” you say again, your voice stern this time. “I said, look at me. ” This time, he does.

He looks up at you and for a split second it looks like he swallowed; as if he was scared ?

“I killed that man because it was my only choice. If I hadn’t you and I wouldn’t be here today, so please- please stop acting like it was something I did because I wanted to. I didn’t. I needed to,” you try to explain but you can see in his eyes that it doesn‘t convince him.

„You shouldn’t have to, though,“ he almost whispers. „I should‘ve been more careful so you don’t need to come into the field. You could‘ve gotten hurt.“ His voice almost breaks at the end of the sentence and a shiver runs down your spine. Was he really that scared of…losing you?

Your hand is itching, wanting to reach it for his face but you manage to keep it to yourself. „Simon…“ you then sigh. „I know what I signed up for when I took the job. I‘m able to look out for myself. “

You wait for his answer but indead his hand reaches out for yours and he gently takes it. He caresses every knuckle with his thumb, the feeling of his calloused fingers against your skin sending another shiver down your spine.

And then, he pulls you into his lap with one swift motion. You shriek as he wraps his other arm around your waist. This feels…weird . But in a good way!

„I know you can take care of yourself,“ he murmurs into your hair as he starts to hug you. „I know it damn well but still, I want to be the one to take care of you.“

Your voice is stuck in your throat at that. He wants to what? Your head starts to get clouded. Could your feelings not be…one sided? Was that possible?

„You make me weak,“ he says, his voice suddenly all husky. His hands are still caressing your hand and waist and you feel like you’re drunk from his touch alone. „You distract me. You make me go crazy… Whenever I see that you’re in danger or that someone else who isn‘t… me talks to you I almost lose it,“ he confesses and you’re not sure if you’re hearing correctly.

„What are you trying to tell me Simon,“ you force yourself to talk, your head dizzy and your thoughts blurry. Was he really about to confess to you?

„I like you. More than I probably should but… I just can‘t ignore it anymore .“ He pulls away from you to really look at you but you just stare. Did he really just say that? Did your silent dreams and pleas come true? What the fuck?

„I know I‘ve hurt you and I‘m sorry. I didn‘t want to accept it and…I‘ve been scared that you maybe won‘t feel the same.“ He cups your face with one hand and gently brushes his thumb over your cheek.

„I don’t know what to say,“ you reply in a quiet, almost insecure voice while leaning into his touch. You wanted this. You really did but he hurt you and you couldn‘t just ignore that…

„You don’t need to say something,“ he hums. „Just let me show you that I‘m sorry and that I‘m for real. Let me make it up to you.“ He looks at you and waits for your answer. He wasn‘t sure if he‘d be able to accept a no but he would need to. He didn‘t want to hurt you—like he did those past weeks—ever again.

After a couple moments of silence and a few rushed thoughts you hesitatingly nod and a smile spreads on his face. „You won‘t regret it sweetheart,“ he promises, gently pulling your face down to plant a loving kiss on your forehead.

„You won‘t regret it.“