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bsynat1nm6nfb · 1 year

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jotaroslooseeyebrowhair · 1 year

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Dp x dc prompt

In a fight, skulker accidentally throws Danny through a natural portal, and now Danny is stuck at Pluto, what the hell you bony bastard?! So now he has to fly all the way back to earth and hope the satellites don’t pick him up, but it’s actually Hal Jordan who sees him, and when later telling the justice league about a glowing boy in space who doesn’t need to breath and definitely wasn’t a lantern, zatanna cuts him off to mention the urgent need of addressing the insane amounts of dead following what feels like an insanely powerful god of death that definitely wasn’t in this dimension the day before. Bats is obviously the first one to notice they’re talking about the same person.

Back with Danny, he can’t seem to find his way around the states with how tired that flight made him, so he crashed down onto a farm on accident, while two sweet parents see this glowing boy fall from the sky and decided yeah. Might as well have another.

Clark, meanwhile, has no clue that the god of death sending the league into chaos is the same kid his parents have been wanting him to meet back at the farm.

#Clark’s got a new brother who just so happens to be ruler of all dead dying and unborn <3 #when the JL follows the death in the air they find ma and pa Kent teaching Danny how to make good sweet tea #they’re all panicked and telling them that this boy could kill everyone on earth with the snap of his fingers and ma and pa are like #but he’s just a little guy #and he liked making sweet tea for us even though he oversweetens it and it’s too watered down #he wouldn’t hurt a fly #Jon LOVES his new uncle #idk y’all go ham #danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #ma and pa kent #clark kent #superman #hal jordon #green lantern #sorry for the weird formatting I’m on mobile

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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metamatar · 9 months

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where are the fresh fruit juice shops in america. like a stall which takes a real fruit and blenderises it for you without sugar and with a little chaat masala if you want.

edited: I DONT MEAN SMOOTHIES I JUST MEAN BLENDER JUICE.

#packaged fruit juice options are all oversweetened and or made of preservatives regardless of country #i am not drinking this OceanSprayTM Healthy Natural whatever #usaposting

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heavenlydreamangelflyhigh · 2 years

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my gf's dad putting on nevermind because we discovered we both like nirvana + it was the closest thing he "had to metal" was one of the highlights of my trip. i thought it was very cute.

#'so what music do you like' 'oh im everywhere. but i love pretty much all genres of metal. especially black metal and nu metal.'#'oh i dont listen to much metal...you like nirvana? thats as hardcore as i get.'#'oh i love nirvana! i grew up listening to them. in utero is my favorite album of theirs.'#'i only have nevermind but that album is good too'#*eating amongst gf's family and drinking tea i had oversweetened while something in the way plays*#he was playing amy winehouse beforehand. taste.#'you heard of tool?' 'i don't think so' *patrick bateman smile*

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manufactoredxbyxdesign · 3 months

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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

[Those tiktok Jelly Fruit gelly candy things fucking suck and no you will not convince me otherwise.]

#- - ooc #[If they at least tasted good I'd understand but its literally just oversweetened jello]#[That gets EVERYWHERE because of the package design]#[I don't know how you make grape flavor taste mid but these things sure managed it]

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r8lr1odincum · 1 year

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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tydcoox1skmvt · 1 year

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studiousbotanist · 2 years

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if some1 ASKED then like . sure thats okay but taking one randomly ........ WOE . DEATH BE UPON YE

#i Will Oversweeten This Drink #*straining* HES GAY !!!!!!!

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margoshrmargoshing · 3 months

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Fun russian tfp dub fact:

Russia has two "you"s, ti is a very informal one that is used to refer to children, friends, acquaintances, family, and overall people who you don't need to show respect to casually; wi is a very formal one that is used to refer to people you are only tied formally to, strangers, people in job positions higher than you and people older than you

It's not strict, consistent and noticeable, but Starscream switches between the two when referring to Megatron. He's likely to use "wi" when trying to make an impression of a loyal subordinate and oversweeten his speech with compliments (again, not strict, he used "ti" in the same situation is the end of 2nd season for example) and he oftenly refers to him as "ti" when Megatron's not present/can't hear him and he's saying disrespectful things

Easy example:

Megatron always and Always refers to scream as "ti"

"I'm so worried for you, Master!"—wi

"One day you'll fall, Megatron"—ti

Again it's not strict and it's only a small observation and i can be mistaken (i need some sleep and a russian dub rewatch) but if I'm right then that's a good perspective of looking at their relationship and it can provide more dynamic while English lacks such details

#megatron tfp #transformers #tfp #starscream #starscream tfp #tfp megatron #tfp starscream

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prolix-yuy · 1 year

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Writers' Iron Chef #7: Teamwork

[PROMPT] They had to work together so they were going to have to learn to get along

[ADDITIONAL PROMPT] “You’ve only heard his point of view. You never asked mine.”

[TIME LIMIT] Optional 10 minutes prep time, 30 minutes writing time, optional 10 minutes editing time.

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Rating: T, allusions to sexual acts, some saucy language. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: Written for Writers’ Iron Chef Prompt 7.

I was missing our dirty man and his Guerrera, so here's a fun little scene further along in their courtship. They're up to their old antics, and William gets to third wheel it.

LJ’s Writers’ Iron Chef Masterlist

Rules and Prompts

“You ask him.”

“He does not have the same liking for me as he does for you.”

“That is a sorry excuse, you have known each other longer.”

“But you know he holds a soft spot for the fairer sex.”

“For Lin-Mae, maybe.”

“I will truly perish at this rate.”

“Fine. But you must ride alongside.”

“Fine.”

William smirks as your horses’ hooves clomp to a faster pace, pulling alongside his own steed as if your bickering didn’t reach his keen ears.

“William, if you would humor us for a moment…” you say, putting on that diplomatic smile you reserve for well-paying customers and men about to lose their loins.

“We agreed to riding through our late meal so we would arrive on time. The wedding is tomorrow, and the bride’s father did not pay for an absentee escort,” he chides. Your shoulders slump, face falling into its more comfortable sullen expression.

“Easy for you to say, you enjoyed a hot meal before the ride. Pero and I had naught but dried meat and water to fill our bellies,” you bemoan.

“You would have had the same, had you not missed breaking fast. Why was that again?” William asks, his knitted brows comical as he watches your eyes widen. Pero coughs beside him, an embarrassed clearing of his throat. He knows where you were, the mussed hair and bits of straw clinging to your leathers a signal to ignore his companions’ disappearance. You and Pero had been taking leave of William as often as was polite, disappearing early in the evenings and sneaking off to “bathe” some afternoons. He’s thankful you honor him with discretion, not stumbling upon your bodies entwined, but he’s no fool either.

“I was eating something else,” Pero chuckles deep in his chest, pulling a salacious gasp from your lips. William’s laugh covers the daggers you shoot from your eyes, though real ones would come soon if Pero was any bolder.

“In any event,” you growl, darting your eyes back to William, “should a convenient moment arise and food be presented, could we spare a few moments to sup? I would even eat on horseback, as poor as it is for digestion.”

“Our time is running out, and there is no place to stop between here and there.”

You groan, leaning back to stare up at the barest glimmer of stars beginning to dot the deep blue sky. “This is the last time I let my cunt choose instead of my belly.”

“You did not complain then, mi guerrera,” Pero shoots back with a smirk. William is certain he has never disliked being between the two of you more, and that’s counting the time he broke up one of your quarrels.

“You can choke on it next time, mi amor,” you say back, oversweetening the endearment like it will somehow sate your hunger. William sighs loudly and cracks the reins in his hands.

“To end this bickering, let’s say we ride double time. We’ll make it there by last meal, and you can both give me the gift of silence while your mouths are full.”

William is barely done speaking when Pero urges his steed into a gallop, taking off along the well-worn trail. You swap a look with William, who shakes his head good-naturedly.

“You know, Pero sings your praises every chance he gets, especially when you cannot witness it,” he hums, both horses’ gaits picking up. “But I cannot understand why you put up with him some days.”

Sitting up taller, you pin William with a thoughtful look he’s rarely graced with. You prefer sharp glances, rakish grins, hard stares and blood-soaked grimaces, but rarely a look so warm that he can feel it on his face. Making a curious little noise, he cocks his head.

“You’ve only heard his point of view? You never asked mine.”

“I’m asking now.”

Eyes back on the road and the cloud of dust fast settling, William recognizes it all at once.

“I have never been loved so completely as Pero does. It is a battle, but one we always win. I will take every bad day, every foul joke and snarl, for one more with him.” With that you slap the reins and take off after your other half, sharp and graceful where he is blunt and brutish.

For so long William wondered what kind of person would return his heart, and it took a trip to the East to discover who that person was. As he catches up, both your teeth bared in laughter at the overwhelming joy of being alive, he gives thanks that his old friend has found the same.

END

#pero x reader #pero tovar fanfiction #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar x you #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar and his guerrera #prolix fics

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centrally-unplanned · 4 months

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Who are the judges that the next Dem president should appoint to the Supreme Court, now that Merrick Garland and Sri Srinavasan are aging out?

I do not know! I am not a big legal researcher, I only approach it as a policy person - I would be very interested in other people's answers around this actually, if the followers have some.

Maybe related but I do think its silly that this is a mystery at all - right now we "feign meritocracy" and, when a justice croaks, do this like ~survey of the land~ to see who is accomplished at that moment, worthy. Its silly and prevents the democrats from committing to a coherent strategy. They should instead have a solidified docket, like a minister list in parliamentary systems, where we know who is up next and they have been vetted for understanding the political strategy and are committed to fighting the battles necessary. This is something people are loathe to do because it would "politicize the court" but that's silly, the court is a completely political organ - you can't oversweeten sugar. So hopefully in the future we won't have to ask this question ^^

#tbf maybe the Dems do have that and just aren't telling us #unlikely but not impossible

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wesawbears · 10 months

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You asked for Jerejean and biting lips/tells, and you shall receive! Under the cut, it’s like 1.3 k.

Enjoy!

Tagging @bienmoreau, @faintlyglow and @pretttydemonboy

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Jean was becoming convinced there was something deeply wrong with Jeremy.

To be fair, he had suspected as much at several junctions in their two year long acquaintance. From the first moment Jeremy had picked him up at the airport in his ramshackle excuse for a car, Jean had known he was trouble. And nothing so far had proved him wrong. Since knowing Jeremy, he had found himself doing idiotic things like getting brain freeze from oversized, oversweetened slushies during stops between games, getting in paint fights in Jeremy’s new apartment, even getting a tattoo of his own choice, a bird winging across his shoulder.

But the stupidest thing he had done since knowing Jeremy Knox, by far, was falling in love with him.

He couldn’t tell him this, obviously. Jeremy was made of sterner stuff than Jean had initially thought, but he was still- at his core- kind to a fault, and the idea of Jeremy feeling obligated to return his feelings out of pity was too much to bear. The idea of their shared nights in Jeremy’s apartment, laughing and quiet in turn becoming steely, awkward silences was too steep a price for the squeezing in Jean’s chest.

So, he tucked the tender feelings in his heart away like a bruise, and contented himself with the gold of the bird tattoo, the same color as Jeremy’s hair.

But this was about what was wrong with Jeremy, not Jean. And Jeremy was behaving oddly, even for him.

For instance, they were sitting in Jeremy’s living room, watching some movie Jean stopped truly paying attention to ages ago in favor of making Jeremy laugh, when he glances over to find Jeremy staring at him. His usual easy smile has faded into something else, the piercing look he gets when he’s trying to figure something out, when the amiability melts away into the intelligence Jean knows is there in spades.

Bafflingly, though, once he notices Jean looking, he looks away abruptly, hand going to his neck.

“Are you alright?”

“What? Yeah, course!” Jeremy says, easy smile fitting back onto his face. “Sorry- must have spaced out there. This movie isn’t the greatest, huh?”

Jean smiles back, and wonders if it looks as false as it feels, stretching across his face like peeling paint. “They cannot all be winners.”

“And we can’t all be movie snobs, eh?” Jeremy adds, leaning over the chasm of the middle cushion to brush Jean’s arm. “C’mon then, let’s do something else. I’ve got some brownie mix in the cupboard. You can tell me all about how I’m following the directions wrong.”

Despite himself, Jean can’t help but be pulled along the magnetic lure of Jeremy's smile, and soon enough, he's forgotten about the strangeness of his stare.

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Of course, it doesn't end there. Over the next few weeks, Jeremy continues acting oddly, alternately staring and looking away. He's half convinced himself that he wrenched his shoulder or something at practice, from the way he keeps rubbing his neck, but when he asks if he needs to see the doctor, Jeremy trips over himself to insist he's fine.

See, Jean isn't stupid. He knows, on some level, that the way Jeremy is behaving could, possibly, if he were not himself, be a sign of romantic interest. But Jean knows keenly how his life works. A year and a half of being a Trojan does not erase the 11 or so years that came before it. Jean is not a good person. As much as Jeremy tells him that he is not the things he did to survive, Jean knows that he still did them. And, more than that, there are parts he doesn't regret. He still feels that urge at times to check his teammates too hard, if only to make the feeling that his skin is sewn on too tight lessen a bit.

Jeremy…Jeremy is good. He's certainly not perfect; he's messy and careless at times, and refuses to listen to reason, either because of an optimistic refusal to understand how the world works, or his own stubbornness. But he is also kind, and fair and smart and so many things that Jean cannot understand. The idea of someone like that wanting Jean is so unfathomable it is almost comical. He won't waste his time on an impossibility.

But now he's at a party, of all things, that Jeremy is having to celebrate his pro team going to playoffs, and Jean is nursing his glass of wine and watching Jeremy laugh with Alvarez, and he will not stop looking at Jean and biting his goddamn lip.

Alvarez is sending him cryptic signals with her eyes, with lots of raised eyebrows and head tilting, but Jean will not be baited by subtext and dramatics. They are adults- if Jeremy wants to talk to him, he could ask.

But then he looks up again, bottom lip worried between his teeth and big brown eyes gleaming and fine. Fine, fucking fine. Call him weak, but Jean is only human and he cannot be expected to resist every bad idea, even when that idea practically has bright red warning lights posted over it.

"Hey," he says once he reaches the pair, hoping it comes across unbothered, instead of how off-balance he feels.

"Hey," Alvarez says back. "Settle something for us. Jeremy, what are you drinking?"

"A lemon-mint spritzer," Jeremy mumbles.

Alvarez turns to Jean. "Does that sound like window cleaner, or what?"

"It sounds pretentious," Jean says with a smirk.

Jeremy gawky. "I had to buy special wine for your delicate sensibilities. You do not get to call me pretentious."

"You are an adult- Barefoot wine is for 15 year olds who don't know any better."

Alvarez cackles while Jeremy glares at them both sourly. "Assholes."

"You love us," Alvarez says, pinching his cheek. "Now, I want to go dance with my girlfriend, so…mingle." She finishes this sentence with a flourish, having some kind of silent conversation with Jeremy with her eyes.

"Are you having fun?" Jeremy asks once they're alone, leaning against the counter.

"As much as I can," Jean answers. "You know parties are…not my favorite." But I came for you.

Jeremy nods. "Well, I appreciate it. I always feel better when you're here."

"Really?" Jean asks, the words leaving his mouth almost unbidden.

"Of course! I didn't think we still had to have this conversation."

"No, I just meant- I'm not much of a party friend. I'm more of the…clean up after and hold your hair back type. Metaphorically."

"I'll take that guy," Jeremy says, brushing his forearm with his fingers.

Jean has a very bad urge to find out whether Jeremy tastes like the lemon and mint of his ridiculous drink.

"Jean?"

"You keep biting your lip."

"What? Oh! Nervous habit," Jeremy's hands flutter over his drink.

"I make you nervous?"

"Not- you. Of course not you," Jeremy says softly. "Just- your-"

"My what?" It's Jean's turn to let his tongue wet his bottom lip.

"Iwannakissyousobad," Jeremy says.

Jean's mind stalls for a moment. Bad idea, bad idea-

"I want that too,"

"Yeah?" Jeremy's face lights up and Jean leans forward and Jeremy rises up to meet him.

Good idea. Oh, fantastic idea. Why he had ever thought this was a bad idea.

When they pull away, Jean runs his thumb over Jeremy's bottom lip. "It's so red."

Jeremy looks away briefly, though this time Jean is pretty sure it's a good thing. "You can't talk like that. There are still, like, fifty people here."

"Is that so?"

"I've created a monster," Jeremy groans. "Just- kiss me again?"

And Jean is many things, but a coward is not one of them. So he does.

#aftg #jerejean #all for the game #jeremy knox #jean moreau

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steddieunderdogfics · 3 months

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I get this feeling I'm in motion by CultOfAdoration

@ciriceart

Rating: General

992 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, commiserating about crushes, Sleepovers, Coming Out, in a roundabout way

Summary:

He picks up Robin's forgotten mug of lukewarm, oversweetened cocoa from its spot on her throw rug and finishes it off, the warmth seeping down into his chest and stomach. It's late. Usually their sleepovers result in in a few ill-advised bowls of thrown together snacks and an evening of talking shit while watching stupid movies. Not whatever this is.

Thanks for the rec! This recommendation is apart of our Writer's Wednesday! All of the recs today are written by @ciriceart. Want to nominate an author? Fill out this form!

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#steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #steddie fic recs #robin buckley #general #platonic stobin #stobin #writer's wednesday

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eksvaized · 6 months

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[ 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ] — 10

>> Ghost x Reader, part ELEVEN

>> 18+

>> this was inspired by the tv show 'you'

Simon’s muscles ached by the time he finished disposing of Matt’s body. His hands, covered in painful blisters, and his shirt soaked with sweat, were proof of the work he had done. Every inch of his skin was coated in dirt, but as he tossed the shovel on the floor somewhere inside the shed, he knew that there was still a lot that needed to be done.

He had to convince people that Matt went missing after going off the grid. He needed to get rid of Matt’s car and return to his home to ensure that no proof of his presence there was left behind.

He couldn’t, however, throw away Matt’s phone. He wanted to break it and get rid of it, but he didn’t since the gallery was full of pictures of you, which he wanted to keep for himself; the phone was going to end up in the black box, which was in his office.

Simon spent a whole day creating an alibi, which wasn’t necessary, but he liked knowing he had an escape route just in case something went wrong. After making sure to wrap up the whole business with Matt, he knew he had to get back to you.

For a few days, he didn’t text you, but as soon as the weekend rolled around, he decided to call you, anticipating you to be missing Matt and angry with him for ignoring you.

When you answered the phone, even if he couldn’t see you, he could tell by the tone of your voice that something was bothering you. However, when he asked you out, confessing that he would love to take you out on a date, you didn’t reject him.

“Does Friday work for you?” He asked while pacing around the room.

He knew that day was reserved for your girlfriends, but he desperately wanted to distance them from you, to make sure that in the future you could only rely on him. And this was the first step to doing so.

“If you had asked this yesterday, I would have said no, but Mandy is out of town and Liz hates going out with just me... Well, actually, never mind, all that. I won’t go into detail.” You giggled, making Simon smile as well. “My answer is yes. I’m free on Friday. And I would love to go on a date with you.”

The conversation lasted for a couple more minutes. You wanted to know where he was going to take you, but he insisted on keeping it a surprise, and you ultimately agreed to it when he promised to tell you at least what sort of location it was so you would know what to wear.

The call ended after he asked you for your address (which was just his way of pretending that he didn’t know where you lived), so he would know where to come to pick you up.

Simon walked to the bathroom after putting down his phone. After what happened at the shed, no matter how much time he spent under the running water, no matter how many showers he took… no matter how much he scrubbed his skin, he couldn't shake the feeling of dirtiness on his body and the nauseating sensation in his stomach.

He tried to persuade himself that what he did was necessary.

Matt was dangerous. He just used you to get what he wanted. He had to be stopped, and Simon had no choice but to end his life after Matt took off his mask, revealing his face.

If Simon had let him walk free, Matt would have reported everything that transpired to the police, who would have arrested him. Simon could not let that happen. There was no way he could have continued seeing you if he was locked up, and Simon felt you were incapable of caring for yourself – you needed him.

The nagging guilt, like a voracious beast, tore at Simon's conscience, despite his conviction in his choices.

He spent the rest of the week in a sleep-deprived haze, his eyelids heavy and only able to drift off for short periods. His body was basically operating on black, oversweetened coffee, and nicotine. Whenever his thoughts would become too loud, he found temporary relief in cigarettes, their scent mingling with the fading echoes in his mind.

Simon had planned to take you to your favourite restaurant, but he changed his mind since he wanted the night to be more special than simply going out for dinner.

He brought a takeout from the restaurant (ordering nearly the entire menu because he wasn’t sure what you liked). The clinking sound of the wine bottle in his other hand, and the vibrant red roses, making it all more special.

He knocked on your front door.

He could hear your footsteps.

And then there you were…

When you saw him, your eyes brightened up. Your lips curled into a smile as you looked down at his hands, observing how full they were.

“What is all of this? I thought we were going out.” You said, a little confused, but nicely surprised, as he handed you the flowers.

“I changed my mind.” Simon said when you stepped aside, letting him through. “Instead of taking you out on a typical date, I wanted to do something special.”

“You could have told me so. I wouldn’t have bothered dressing up then.” You giggled as you looked down at yourself.

You were wearing a little black dress. It was short, quite plain, but you looked absolutely stunning in it, and as Simon followed you to the living room, his eyes shamelessly glided down your body, lingering on your ass just for a moment too long.

“…so I pretty much ordered everything on the menu. I probably shouldn’t have, but this is my favourite restaurant and everything there is delicious...” Simon explained, embellishing the details because, after all, it wasn’t his favourite place, but it was yours.

“Wait… I know where this is from.” You said while inspecting the bag and what was inside it. “I love this place!”

“It’s a lucky coincindence then.” Simon grinned and popped the cork on the bottle of wine.

“I’m going to be right back.” You mumbled and left, returning with two glasses, plates, and silverware; just because you weren’t going out didn’t mean you needed to eat out of paper plates.

When the conversation started to flow, you told him more about yourself, how you weren’t expecting him to ask you out, and that you didn’t say no because you were curious about him. Simon didn’t want to bring up Matt, even though you had told him the last time you saw each other that you were kind of dating him. However, it appeared like you felt the need to justify and explain that you weren’t some kind of man-eater.

“I know I told you that I was seeing someone, but I promise I’m not two-timing you.” You said, taking the glass and getting comfortable on the couch after you both finished eating.

“But the guy… Matt… He’s avoiding me, and I’m beginning to suspect that he wasn’t as serious as I thought.. We used to be close; we dated in high school, and he was always so patient with me, and everything... And I guess at first, I didn’t want to see, didn’t want to think that… I was only a means to an end for him, you know?”

Simon nodded his head. Yes, you were naïve, but now he could see that you were smart, and Matt was mistaken for thinking he could exploit you.

“It’s his loss.” He stroked his fingers down your arm, reassuringly squeezing your hand. “A woman like you deserves better. You shouldn’t settle for some douchebag who doesn’t know how to treat you.”

And maybe it was just the wine, and the fact that you finished half of it (Simon only pretended to drink), but you leaned in and softly pressed your lips to his cheek.

“Thank you.”

Simon's heart thumped against his ribcage, threatening to break free. Your touch sparked a wildfire on his skin, while your mere presence acted as a magnet, pulling him towards you.

You only kissed him on the cheek, but that small gesture meant more to him than you realised.

The softness of your lips against his was like a revelation; that kiss made him feel like everything he has done so far, the way he acted, was justified and even if his dark impulses took over him more than once, it was all worth it because now he was here, and you were next to him.

#PoisonousObsession:Ghost #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #writing #ghost x y/n #ghost x reader #ghost x you

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1st-lil-poet · 4 months

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{𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬}🎻

[Gift for @bluetorchsky !] :D

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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞: (accidentally) Oversweetened grape tarts, a homemade new outfit and a coupon for all you can eat ice cream.🍦

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰: Two WHOLE bottles of both whiskey and bourbon & a boxing match! 🥃

𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐝: New boxing gloves & smelling salts.🥊

𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜: A choker of his zodiac in his favorite color & favorite flower. ♒️

𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫: A HUGE hug, a dozen (stolen) cupcakes… & getting birthday pranks! 🧁

#thsc oc #the henry stickmin collection #thsc toxic #thsc joker #charles maxwells #benson runner #maddie angels #thsc rainbow #thsc void #neo runner #velma skyline #thsc violin #trent coil

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earthtooz · 7 months

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me and my oversweetened coffee against the world 🫡

#earfsmercury

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