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SO WE CAN PLAY!
#the wacky adventures of ronald mcdonald: scared silly#the wacky adventures of ronald mcdonald#1998#Cartoons#movies#Klasky Csupo#McNugget 1#Fry Kid 3#Fry Kid 2#McNugget 2#Fry Kid 1#McNugget 3#Charlie Adler#Pamela Adlon#Nika Futterman#Paul Greenberg#Lisa Raggio#Kath Soucie#90s nostalgia#McDonald's#Fry Kids#McNuggets
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nando and his eldest mcnugget
#theyre so cute#i love them so much#my favourite spaniards#f1#formula 1#fernando alonso#carlos sainz#carlos sainz jr#fa14#cs55#aston martin#ferrari#toro rosso#mclaren#i love them sm#nando and his baby#mcnuggets
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Father and his daughters
#love that fernando took part in this so much#number 1 supporter of female drivers and karters#and also his family keeps growing he has five kids now oh no#nando and his mcnuggets#although they're aston babies but...#fernando alonso#jessica hawkins#tina hausmann
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I really like Tumblr posts that go WAY too deep into a memey advertisement to the point where if they kept it up they'd get an monthly advertisement pay
#i will now put ny McDonald's order in the tags#1 mcrispy without lettuce#1/2 chicken mayos#20 piece mcnuggets#small to medium fries#mcdonalds
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Carlos Sr I know what kind of man you are
What do you mean "look like" they ARE father and son
#exactly!!#created in the same lab#they just forgot to add the height gene to nando#carlos sainz#carlos sainz jr#fernando alonso#nando and his mcnuggets#f1#formula 1#carlos sainz sr
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[Part 3] If I meant something to you.
toxic!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader
Here's Part 1 and Part 2 hehehe enjoy ;> Word Count: 5k trigger warning: drugging. viewer discretion is adviced.
Dating Simon reminded you of the British economy, constant fluctuations.
He would stay over at your flat, shower you with wet kisses, and the next day he'd walk right past you as if you didn't exist.
It felt like at times Simon did really love you. He listened you to, he brushed and plaited your hair post sex, but sometimes it's like his brain would switch and his behaviour would mimic that of a ghost.
Though it been nearly 3 months since he'd popped that question in the car, you often found yourself regretting your decision.
"I do like him...but I mean- it's just, he doesn't like me back you know? Sometimes I wake up and he's just staring at me like I've just told him I've killed his dog. I mean, he doesn't have a dog I don't think, but if he did, he'd prefer the dog over me, y'know.
I don't even know why I said yes that day. I mean, he's the first real guy that's actually shown interest in me. Maybe that's why I crave his attention so much. He makes me actually enjoy being with my family, if that's so hard to believ-"
"With all due disrespect, d'ya know you?" Your neighbour answers finally.
You stare back, blood rushing to your face, "I literally live next door to you. I smile at you before I leave for work every morning-"
"So, there's nothing wrong with your face?
"What? You know me- and I'm talking about Simon, he's next door to me too..."
"What?"
"You know skull face..."
"Who?"
"Tall buff dude, y'know."
"Huh?
"Riley-"
"Oh, the guy with the big dick."
You choke on your saliva, "What- How? Um..."
"Military dude yeah? The fit blonde? Yeah, he's big, if you get what I'm saying, virgin."
You furrow your eyebrows, words trailing off, "No I'm not...I'm sorry, how'd you know..."
"Yeah, he's fucked like everyone in this building, girl. Why d'ya think he doesn't come to the flat meetings? 'Cos then he'd be surrounded by all the people he's stuck his dick in, duh." She states like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Guy comes in, drinks a bit, and runs out."
"...I thought it was because he was nervous to see....me?" At this point, you don't know if you're telling your neighbour or asking her.
"Oh girl don't be delusional, you ain't no Beyonce. Anyway, been a while since I got that dick. Let 'im know next time you see 'im." She winks at you before, hobbling off with her walking stick.
"Yeah...sure...wait- Mrs Brenda, you're like 65... AND MARRIED-"
When the 3rd month anniversary mark finally reached, Simon decided to treat you to an expensive meal at a luxurious restaurant.
And by that I mean, 6 McNuggets at Maccies.
"They're cold, babe." He complains, slouching across you, one leg bent and propped on his seat.
Yes, Simon. Because you spent 15 minutes arguing with the worker for an extra packet of mayo. But you refrained yourself from saying that, in case you'd anger him further.
"So how's the task force?"
You've learnt very little about Simon, one part that stuck out to you was that the people he was closest to was his team in the military, naming his Captain John Price, who seemed to pop up in every conversation the two of you had.
"You got that 'lil mustache on yer face again."
"Excuse me?"
"Nah babe, it's cute. Reminds me of Captain's."
It hurt even more when he showed you a picture of John Price and you're face to face with a middle aged man with a full grown beard, who's being compared to the peach fuzz on your upper lip.
"Team's good." He sighs out of exhaustion. "Soap's engaged now, y'know."
You smile, mind suddenly racing to the thought of Simon proposing to you, but you shake it away, oddly cringing at the thought.
"'Old man's thinking of getting transferred to the States. Finally..."
The thought of Simon being jealous over his Captain was always a hidden theory for you. He'd mention it so frequently, it was as if he was keeping tabs on his superior, bringing it up at every moment at his signs of weakness. And when he'd compare Price to you, it was never in a positive light, rather one where it felt like he was looking down at Price, but through you.
You wondered if Simon had a superiority complex, and maybe that's why he'd chosen a little naive lamb like you, to project all of his insecurities onto you.
I mean, you're not gonna do anything about it are you? Nah, you're gonna take it like the good little girl you are.
I mean you are right now- literally.
His dick is cramped right in your pussy, his rounded tip rapidly kissing at your cervix. His chapped lips crash against yours, but you can't seem to ignore the faint taste of his Big Mac through his mouth.
"Can tell your cunt likes that, 'lil slut." He seethes out, through inconsistent breaths. You can barely hear him, through the sound of your sweaty bodies colliding and the ringing through your head.
You hum uncomfortably. It was gonna be a long night.
The following weekend, you find yourself spending eons getting dolled up for a get together at the base. You decorated your face with a bold smokey eye, paired with a lined red lip, only to be mocked by Simon.
"Red? We're going to base, not the circus."
So you take off the lipstick. And the eye makeup. In fact, even when you changed from a tight black pencil skirt to a matching sweatshirt and joggers combination, you still find yourself being berated by Simon.
"Getting kinda lazy with the clothes huh, love?" He asks, cocking his eyebrows towards you.
Is he for real?
Grunting in response, you look out the window, shoving your headphones in, grateful for the noise cancelling feature so you wouldn't have to sit through Simon's mouth breathing throughout the journey.
The meeting itself was as awkward as imagined. The moment the pair of you entered the room, Simon decided to detach his arm wrapped around your shoulder and immediately brisk walk to the nearest woman possible. If he was trying to fool his team to thinking he was single...boy was he good at it.
Being left out in an unfamiliar space was unfortunately not too foreign for you, and you quickly found solace by the water fountain, sipping on a plastic cup of lukewarm water.
"Bored, eh?"
You jump, having zoned out.
You turn to a man you've seen oh so many times on Simon's phone.
"Captain John Price?" You smile.
"The one and only, lass. My, a pair of sweatpants. Priorising comfort, are we?" He jokes, lightly.
"Were you expecting lingerie?"
"Pretty either way." He chuckles, and you eye the way his eyes squint as he smiles, and the smile lines painting his cheeks. You shouldn't be looking at your boyfriend's competition captain this way.
You're at peace with John. You find yourself opening up about yourself, something you now know you couldn't truly do around Simon. John cared about what you said, reacting to every joke you dropped here and there, unlike Simon, who plays connect the dots with your forehead blemishes as you rant passionately.
John chuckles, "Oh God. Work sounds intense."
You hum, admiring his laughter, which cuts off to the sound of a loud buzzing (buttplug?) coming from his back pocket. He excuses himself from the conversation, but you can't help but eavesdrop.
"John Price speaking. Yes. Uh huh-what? Another soldier? Same substance? Christ's sake...Doctor's got a name? Succiny- Succinylc- what? Okay, okay. I'm coming, gimme 20 minutes-what, now? I'm...busy" He turns to flash you a small smile, "Okay, fine. Dammit."
"You okay, seemed urgent?"
He dramatically sighs, "We both got work problems...There's been a...how do i say this...another one of our soldiers have been getting drugged?" It sounds more of a question than an answer, "We think it's some sort of new drug on the black market, and now that our enemy's have a hold of it, our soldiers...fuck, getting drugged left, right and centr- Sorry, um, unauthorized information..." He trails off, realising he's said too much.
You're ears perk up, "Drugs? What are the um, symptoms?" You can't help but be curious.
John looks around, as if to check if anyone was listening to the conversation, though most people are hammered on hardcore liquor and cigarettes. He lowers his voice, "Starts off with headaches, nausea, then there's seizures...worst case scenario is paralysis. Gotten 4 of our soldiers already, poor men, had to be medically dismissed...."
You hum, silently and unsure of what to reply with. If you were attempting to flirt with John, the mood had definitely dissipated.
"But hey, listen. You ever need a change of pace, a better job, you can call me." He grabs your hand, and messily writes his phone number with a biro, winking before he leaves.
Maybe you will call him.
As the sky becomes darker and the clock strikes past 9 P.M., you find yourself walking outside the building, searching for Simon.
"...annoying."
Huh? You peer over the corner to overhear the conversation. Was that Simon?
"..follows me around a sad 'lil shit."
Was he talking about you?
You catch a quick glance, confirming that it was indeed a drunk Simon, with who you believe was Soap.
"Her mum's hotter, too. All over me." Simon boasts, whipping out his phone, presumably to show them a picture of your mother, as it sparks a 'milf alert' comment from Soap.
"...nothing compared to her. She's like a doormat."
You look at Simon, and for a second, you swear he made deliberate eye contact with you.
"She's fuckin' spineless."
For a moment, time pauses.
...
Spineless.
You're spineless.
I mean, it may be true. But the truth doesn't always have to come out, no?
After doing so much for this man, you'e still...spineless?
Laying at the comfort of your bed, dragging a tipsy Simon out of the car and him rushing to his flat, you find yourself gazing down at the smudged ink on your palm. Maybe it's time to switch your job.
Who knows who you'll run into...
That night, you rest, dreaming about John Price.
You're in an abyss in your dreams, John's pale muscular arms wrap around your frame, with the faint scent of cigars and whisky wafting around your nose. You blink and you see the bottom of his groomed beard, and small smile resting on his tired face.
You blink once more. But this time, you don't see John Price. This time, you're staring into the sullen eyes of a skeleton-masked man, lifelessly staring straight at you with no emotion. You look down the body of Simon.
The lower half of his body was missing.
By the third blink, you jolt awake and look around, but this time you're on the floor wrapped in your quilt and covered in sweat. Very much alone.
What was this dream trying to tell you?
The jump from retail to cyber-operations was large and challenging. You went from serving customers to quite literally serving the country, from scanning items to defending the weapon's system. But 2 weeks into your new career and you feel like you've actually put your degree to some use.
Your family have been ringing you almost weekly, asking about your new position, although it's mainly your mother interrogating you about Simon.
And to say he was upset with your choice of working with the army, was an understatement, in his words, he felt like you were crowding him in all areas of his life. His home, his workplace, and now his mind.
You'd ask him to drop you off, considering he's going the same way, but he'd come up with unjustified excuses.
"Can't. Need to be there early."
"Nah, gonna distract me, love."
"Can't be seen with you." He mutters the last one, but you're not deaf and Simon can't exactly whisper very well. Sometimes you wonder why you haven't broken up with him.
So you've resorted to the next option.
Public transport. Calling John Price.
"You're not a burden, sweetheart. Who's been tellin' you that?"
You subordinate <3 But you can't say that, so you resort to casually laughing at his question. You can't help but think about the reoccurring dream you've been having, they always start the same.
You're in a abyss, and you're in the arms of John Price, you blink and suddenly face to face with the half-corpse of Simon. You're struggling to work out the deeper message of the visio-
"Love, you there? Went to lala-land or something?"
Think about John Price. Focus on him, why are you still bound to that jerk? You think.
"I'm good. So uh, how's the situation with you? And the um...drugs thing?" You look at him, your words surprising yourself, since when did you have an interest in drugs?
"Oh, uh. We're not allowed to disclose that sweetheart...besides, Simon didn't tell you? Kinda big thing here..."
Of course, Simon wouldn't tell me, why would he? You tell me, John.
You give him your best puppy dog eyes, eyebrows knitting together, "Oh..."
He runs his thick fingers through his brunette hair, adjusting himself in his seat, "Succinylcholine. There's a mixture, but that's the main component. Causes paralysis to the legs and spine...seems like that's what they wanted, to paralyse our soldiers, 7th victim this we..."
Paralysis huh. You turn to look at the passing trees outside the windows. Paralysis to the spine and legs...
By the time you reach work, you're at your computer by your desk, typing away at the lines of code on your programme, once again eavesdropping to the conversations in your vicinity.
"...it's the same location they keep getting deployed, why are they getting deployed there again?"
"Captain Price is going this time..."
"...2nd guy's in a coma now..."
The chatter dies down to the loud slam of the door: Your supervisor.
"People. Come on. Chop chop, we have deadlines to meet. Stop the chatter, fucks sake."
You get back to your screen, but you can't help but shake the unsettling feeling off your mind.
Ding!
11:26 A.M. Si:- Come outside on your break. Need to talk.
I guess you're finally breaking up.
"Getting deployed."
Simon's scarred hands caress yours, gently lifting your ring finger and slotting a shiny silver ring, with a skull stuck in the center. You think back to the times where you told Simon that you preferred gold jewelry over silver, since it complimented your skin tone better. To love is to be seen I guess.
A crowd of soldiers begin whistling at the scene, and Simon retracts his hands almost instantaneously.
"Wanted to give this to you for anniversary...but I ordered it a little late."
You hum, immediately twisting the ring around your ring. It's tight and cramped.
"How's work?" He asks, his eyes roaming around the people behind you, his gaze not falling on you once since the conversation had started.
"Oh it's goo-"
"Cool. So um, here's my key if you need something." He hands you his key, more like shoving it into your chest, before pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead and running off towards the crowd of soldiers that were now practicing drills.
Seems like you've gotten promoted from girlfriend to house-keeper.
By 8 P.M., you and a handful of your colleagues began to go home.
With your 4th cup of caffeine in your hand, you check Simon's text once more.
7:52 P.M. Si:- What time u finish Si:- 8? Si:- Too long to wait, going home
He couldn't wait 8 minutes?
As you trudge past the empty hallway, you're met face to face with the door of the lab, which you notice was half open.
You felt like a character in Alice in Wonderland. Trespassing is a crime, is it not?
A normal person would just inform a staff member and go home right? Definitely wouldn't enter the room. And definitely wouldn't head straight towards the counter that held various labelled test tubes.
Definitely wouldn't snatch a test tube labelled danger, and most definitely stuff it in their bag and run out the door, as if they haven't basically committed a crime.
But it's a good thing you wouldn't consider yourself a normal person.
The wind blows against your skin when you finally make it outside, and it feels like natures punishing you for breaking into the army's laboratory. With your bag clutched tightly against your chest, your mind begins racing - what if someone saw you? What about cameras? What if-
"There you are love. Thought I'd have to come 'n get you myself."
John leans against his range rover, wrapping his large military jacket around your shoulders, and you instantly lean into his towering frame.
"John...didn't you go home?"
He shakes his head. "Saw Simon speeding off the moment we finished, thought you needed a ride, especially at this time."
The wind blows against you again, and your smile falters, remembering the contents of your bag.
"Can we go home now? Please?"
A comforting silence accompanied the drive, with John's palm ghosting your thigh ever so slightly and you had to resist every urge in your body to just lock hands with him.
So you do.
His large hand encompassing yours completely. If his grin could widen anymore, they just did, and you swear you could see faint dimples decorating his cheeks.
But they fall just as quickly, jerking his hand back.
"Nice ring."
You're visibly confused, eyes dragging back to the tight skull band wrapped around your ring finger.
Fuck you, Simon.
When you exit John's car at the entrance of the block of flats, your eyes catch another deep brown pair of menacing eyes, standing at the balcony, hiding behind a black balaclava. You can't see the lower portion of the face, but you'd bet your life that there was a smirk hidden behind the cloth.
You grit your teeth, tossing the ring by the nearest bush as the car drives off. The grip around your bag tightens, and you remember the test tube.
If you're going to ruin my chances of love, I'll ruin your chances of life, Simon Riley.
A week later and the test tube lay aimlessly on your bedside time, alongside a small post card gifted yesterday from your truly. John Price, that is, not Simon.
Leaving soon - If I find something you like, I'll bring it for you :-D - J Price
Even the way he drew his little smiley faces warmed you.
On the other hand, Simon had shot you a single text, ignoring all the spelling mistakes.
Si:- bee home ina mont. by.
When he gets home, you're immediately breaking up with him, assigning yourself mental homework.
But for the meanwhile, you have to decide what to do with the test tube...for now you decide it's too risky to keep it at home, who knows if the wrong people get their hands on it.
So you opt to shoving into deep into your purse.
At work, as you walk back to your team's common room, you hear the commotion coming from the...laboratory?
"Doctor, how careless are you?"
"Sir...I-I-I didn't do anything! The lab was locked, I don't know who would have taken it-"
"And how are we sure you haven't stolen it? I mean for all we know, you might have the drug at home. How do we know you're a traitor and working for the other side. I should have you reported."
"Boss, you've known me for the longest! And why don't you stop shouting me and get these cameras fixed already-"
"Captain Price's gonna flip and fire his entire team when he comes back-"
"If he comes back that is-"
"Boy if you don't shut your mout-"
Scurrying to the common room, you shut the door abruptly. You don't why you stole the drug, but you do know you can't let anyone find out about what you did.
Not Simon.
Not John.
A month had nearly gone by, and a train of gifts has began coming, from small affirmation notes to bags of lego flower bouquets and teddy bears. All of course, accompanied by a small note with the signature smiley face :-D.
Considering the notes weren't hand written, you couldn't tell whether it was from Simon or John, though it was quite obvious. Even though you liked John, you couldn't help but feel some sort of sorrow towards Simon. I mean, who else does he have apart from you?
On a dark Friday evening while you and your team were getting ready to leave, the sound of shouting followed by stampede coursed through the hallway. Screams of terror broke from whom you made out to be doctors and nurses.
"What's happening?" You turn to your coworker.
"More people have gotten drugged, like 7 this time..."
You couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt washing over you, considering a sample of the weapon of the crime was quite literally concealed with your belongings.
"Oh -"
"Apparently, Captain Price and Liutentant Riley were involved."
That was enough to strike a nerve. You don't know which name hit you harder, but before your colleague could even stop you, you began sprinting down the hallway towards the hospital rooms.
By the time you reach though, it's already too late, and the doors have shut, the nurse informing you that surgeries have already begun undergoing. But for who, they didn't disclose.
It didn't matter who it was, you just had a reoccurring thought that if maybe you had left the sample alone, maybe a curve could have already been developed.
Oh God, this is your fault isn't it....?
A person's going to die in your hands, and you're not even a soldier.
With discomfort running through your nerves, you sit by the hospital rooms, your hands feeling heavy under the weight of your head, waiting to hear more from the nurses. But as they rush in and out of the room with urgency, your voice gradually drowns out by the monotonous beeping of the machines inside.
4 hours go by, and you can't tell if it from the lack of sleep or not, but the staff around you shoot you looks of pity as if you're in critical condition. Those hours in the waiting room felt like hell, and you couldn't help but notice the lack security in the building. No cameras again, huh?
"Nurse, is John Price in there?" You ask wearily, the strain in your voice was evident.
The nurse shakes her head, "It's Lieutenant Riley."
Your breath hitches, and unfortunately you can't help but a slight feeling of relief.
"Is he okay? Was he...drugged?"
The nurse clenches her jaw, "That information can't be disclos-"
"He's my boyfriend." You urge, standing up to meet the nurse eye to eye.
The palpable tension in the air was uncomfortable and pervasive, hanging over the room like a heavy fog, and the nurse eventually breaks, slowly opening the door to what looked like a corpse.
"No traces of the drugs were found in his body, but there's no way to really say in the early stages...He is displaying some symptoms however..." She reads off a clipboard.
You nod, though her words aren't really getting to your head, "Like...paralysis?" There's no movement from the bed, just the constant ringing from the machines.
The nurse pauses, "No. Headaches, and muscle pain, just the regular. Bullet shot in the shoulder, but that's been taken care off. We're still monitoring him. I'll be outside if you need anything." With that she leaves, shutting the door behind you. And you find yourself alone with Simon's corpse.
Simon's face looks like broken china, like fine art but damaged externally, yet still holding the essence of its beauty within. His features, usually composed and serene, now bore the cracks of strain and worry. His under eyes were now darker than ever, and you couldn't help but press your now tear soaked lips across his rough cheek, until you stopped.
His neck, though scarred, bore scattered red marks, which you know could be confused with a rash. But it wasn't.
They were hickies.
Fresh hickies.
It's been a month since you've last seen Simon, so you immediately rule out yourself, disregarding the fact that you haven't even been intimate with anyone in a while.
As you sit beside the bed, a surge of anger rises within you, fueled by the betrayal and disappointment coursing through your veins. You want nothing more than to confront Simon, to unleash a torrent of accusatory questions upon him, but you know it would be futile.
His chest rises and falls gently, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within you.
The situations looks like that particular scene straight from your dreams. Dark room, alone with Simon, him laying there still.
His body is still intact, you think. Intact and littered with marks.
You try to recall what happens in the dreams after this, but you always wake up at the last second.
And you can't help but inch your hand towards your purse., the outline of the test tube screaming at you to finally use it.
Use it for the reason you had originally stolen it for.
Use me.
Drug him. It screams. It's not like he ever loved you? Francesca, remember her? The other women? Your own mother, your own flesh and blood? Think about the times he forgot your anniversary, your birthday, when he insulted you, in front of you, in front of others, hell, even behind your back! You're spineless remember.
I mean you'd be doing the world a favour, getting rid of this from this world, wouldn't you?
Wouldn't you.
John Price would be proud of you wouldn't he?
He finally be with you.
With a steady hand, you reached into your purse and retrieved the test tube, its contents glinting in the dim light of the hospital room. You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, before steeling yourself and uncapping the tube.
The acrid scent of the drug filled the air, its toxic fumes making you gag slightly. But you pushed past the discomfort, focusing all your attention on the task at hand. With precision, you extracted the entire liquid from the tube and carefully poured it into Simon's IV drip, mentally wincing at how effortlessly you had manipulated the situation.
You have to get rid of the drug somehow, and if it means using it against him, then so be it.
The next morning had come and you're awaken by the phone buzzing by your bedside table, the screen lighting up with John's name. You hesitate, your fingers hovering over the screen for a moment before you finally answer, steeling yourself for whatever news awaits you on the other end of the line.
"Hello?" Your voice comes out strained, betraying the anxiety churning within you.
"Hey angel, it's me," John's voice crackles through the phone, the urgency in his tone palpable. "You need to come to the hospital. It's Simon."
Without a word, you hang up the phone and hail a cab, the journey to the hospital passing in a blur of anxious thoughts and racing heartbeat. Did they find out you stole the drugs? No...how could they? The empty test tube is in your bin, at home, not at the hospital and there's no cameras at you recall...
Arriving at the hospital, you're met with a scene of controlled chaos. Doctors and nurses bustle about, their faces tense with worry. You navigate through the maze of corridors, the familiar scent of antiseptic hanging heavy in the air.
Finally, you reach Simon's bedside, and what you see makes your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Simon manually lies propped up against the pillows, his face pale and drawn, his body racked with violent tremors as he retches into a basin. The sight is enough to make you physically ill, although it slowly dissipates, seeing the now purple marks on his necks darkening.
John appears beside you, and without a word, he takes your hand in his, his grip steady and reassuring, pressing a small kiss at the side of your head. In that fleeting moment, the world falls away, leaving only the two of you suspended in time.
"I'll be outside," he mumbles, leaving with you with Simon.
With a heavy heart, you take a seat beside him. Simon looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion. It takes all your strength to meet his gaze, the truth burning like acid on your tongue.
"Hey." He groans out. He can barely move, as his head painfully cranes to look at you, the effects of the drugs taking effect slowly.
"What happened." But it's more of a demand than a question.
Simon sniffs, "Traces of drugs..."
"No. I meant your neck."
He pauses, like he was trying to carefully choose his words, though he didn't have much of a escape now.
"Don't act like I see you and Price-"
"Don't bring him into this, Simon."
Don't lie to me anymore.
A tear rolls down his cheek, but you can't tell if it's crocodile tears or not.
"They-they... dismissed me."
You hum, a smirk gradually building up on your face.
"Why?"
Simon closes his eyes, "Back. My spine. Can't move it..."
You let out a slow, deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a heavy stone.
"I know." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but the words hang heavy in the air between you. "I drugged you."
Simon's eyes wince once again, studying your face silently.
"Excuse me?" He begins.
You stand up, placing your purse back on your shoulder.
"What- what do you mean? You he-heard me? Love. Listen to me-"
You walk towards the door.
"WAIT. Wait. What do you mean you knew? You said you knew. What. What did you do. Sweetheart. Come back. Let's talk. You love me don't you? I love you! Where's that ring I gave you?"
You laugh, twisting the door handle.
"Baby, you better not fuckin' leav- THEY'LL FIND OUT-"
"And who's going to believe a damaged, deluded man, Simon Riley? You were out on a mission, I'll pin the blame on the enemies."
Simon shakes in his bed, unable to control any part of his body now. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME- HOW FUCKIN' DARE YOU- After that life I gave you-"
"Life? You call that living?"
"I LOVED YOU WHEN NO ONE ELSE DID-" His voice is painfully loud now, you're wondering how no one's running to his room already.
"Love? You don't know one thing about love, you fucker."
"I should have never fucked you, you- YOU BITCH-" He shouts, his body flailing violently, globes of tears racing down his clenched jaw and red cheeks.
"Rot in hell Simon Riley, I guess we're both fucking spineless now."
And that's a wrap for this mini seriesss - thank all of you for sticking around ;D IM AWARE IT TOOK SO LONG- I KEPT WRITING IT AND FOR SOME REASON IT DIDN'T AUTOSAVE LIKE TWICE??? SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT- Quick Notes: Let's all be real. We wanted reader to get with ol' john boy. But let's also be for real, if Reader was an object, she'd be a doormat. Although I've implied John Price x You, the bitch really needs to focus on herself and sort her shit out right now 💀 in the near future they're together for sure. ALSO the reference of drugs is highly inaccurate but let's all switch our imaginations on <3 lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum, @kxtz3, @poohkie90, @rainlovesyou12 , @restrictionsapply-blog , @lunamoonbby , @nigthmar3moon , @thychuvaluswife , @itsnourm , @bubusi11, @owkittie, @cheomain , @corvusmorte , @k4es , @mandythemint , @copiasratscheese , @yyiikes , @funkyyysho3s
#call of duty#cod#ghost angst#ghost#simon riley#john price#ghost cod#ghost x reader#captain john price#call of duty modern warfare#john price x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon angst#simon ghost riley
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Meal 1 (9:00 AM): Blended Breakfast Purée
• McDonald’s Big Breakfast with Hotcakes (3 orders): 4,020 calories
• 6 Hash Browns: 960 calories
• Large Caramel Frappuccino: 470 calories
• Maple Syrup and Extra Butter: 450 calories
Preparation:
Blend the Big Breakfasts, hash browns, syrup, butter, and frappuccino into a smooth purée. Add water or milk as needed to reach a thin enough consistency for a funnel.
Total: 5,900 calories
Meal 2 (11:00 AM): Doughnut and Coffee Smoothie
• Krispy Kreme Original Glazed Doughnuts (12-pack): 2,280 calories
• 6 Chocolate Iced Doughnuts: 2,280 calories
• 2 Cinnabon Classic Rolls: 1,760 calories
• Large Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha: 620 calories
Preparation:
Blend the doughnuts, Cinnabon rolls, and white chocolate mocha into a rich, sugary purée. Add water, milk, or cream to thin out the texture.
Total: 6,940 calories
Meal 3 (1:00 PM): Pizza and Soda Purée
• Pizza Hut Large Stuffed Crust Meat Lovers Pizza (2 pizzas): 6,960 calories
• Garlic Cheese Breadsticks (8 pieces): 2,320 calories
• 2 Large Pepsi (32 oz): 400 calories
Preparation:
Blend the pizzas, garlic breadsticks, and Pepsi together into a savory purée. Add additional soda or water as necessary to thin out for the funnel.
Total: 9,680 calories
Meal 4 (3:00 PM): Burger and Fries Shake
• Five Guys Bacon Cheeseburgers (3 burgers): 3,180 calories
• Five Guys Large Fries (3 orders): 3,930 calories
• Five Guys Large Chocolate Milkshake with Whipped Cream (2): 2,000 calories
Preparation:
Blend the burgers, fries, and milkshakes together to create a rich, thick purée. Add more milkshake or milk as needed for consistency.
Total: 9,110 calories
Meal 5 (6:00 PM): Nugget and Fries Combo Purée
• McDonald’s 60-piece Chicken McNuggets: 2,820 calories
• 3 Large Fries: 1,470 calories
• 4 McDonald’s Apple Pies: 920 calories
• 2 Large Coca-Colas: 620 calories
Preparation:
Blend the McNuggets, fries, apple pies, and Coca-Cola together. Use additional soda or water to ensure smoothness.
Total: 5,830 calories
Meal 6 (9:00 PM): Dessert Frenzy
• Dairy Queen Large Oreo Blizzard (2): 2,280 calories
• Large Brownie Batter Blizzard: 1,340 calories
• 2 Cheesecake Blizzards: 2,280 calories
Preparation:
Blend all Blizzard desserts together for a thick, ice cream-based purée. Add some milk or cream to reach the desired consistency.
Total: 5,900 calories
Daily Total: 30,360 calories
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Food Orders at my Hw vs My Cw
At my Hw I was 111kgs which is about 244 pounds. I had a bmi of 36 and I was obese. When ordering from fast food restaurants I didn’t look at calories I just looked at what was the biggest item that I could inhale and get temporary satisfaction from. Continue reading to find out what I ordered from my 3 favorite restaurants
Restaurant I McDonald’s:
HW Order: 20piece McNugget (830cal)
Medium Fries (320cal)
Double Quarter Pounder(740cals)
Whole Meal:1890cals|137gcarbs|106gfat
CW Order: Small Fries (230cals)
6 piece McNugget (250cals)
Buffalo Sauce Cup (30cals)
Whole Meal: 510cals|47gcarbs|29gfat
Restaurant II Popeyes:
HW Order: 3 Chicken Thighs (840cals)
Regular Fries (270cals)
One Biscuit (240)
Whole Meal: 1350cals|80gcarbs|83gfat
CW Order:5 Blackend Tenders (280cals)
Regular mash potatoes (110cals)
Whole Meal: 390cals| n/a | n/a |
Restaurant III BJ’s Restaurant and BrewHouse:
HW Order:1/2 portion of Nachos (820cals)
BJ’s Smokehouse Burger (1320cals)
Side order of Fries (350cals)
Whole Meal: 2490cals| n/a | n/a |
CW Order:
Slow Roasted Tri Tip (590cals)
Roasted Asparagus (30cals)
Broccoli (40 cals)
Whole Meal: 660cals| n/a | n/a|
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And that’s all. For some restaurants I couldn’t find all the macros for so that’s why it says N/A. This took really long to do but should I do a part 2? If this post is well received then I’ll probably do one but we’ll see. Hope you enjoyed and follow for more post like this!
#light as a 🪶#thinspø#ana trigger#tw thinspi#pro for me not for thee#th1nsp1ration#light as a feather#@na motivation#bulim14#tw ed but not sheeran#i just want to be thin#thin$po#th11n$p0#tw ana rant#tw ana bløg#ana y mia#ana is my friend#ana buddie#tw ed sheeran#disordered eating in tags#disordered eating mention#disordered eating cw#eating disoder trigger warning#tw eating issues#ed relapse#@tw edd#tw mia#ana miaa#anor3c1a#anorexla
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AU Work placement: Local Daycare - Never Fear!
Steve was struggling to connect with the kids at the daycare, Robin tells him to just act himself and have fun because no one here would judge him. While Eddie just snorts and tells him to step off his throne and just act like a kid. Desperate for change, Steve does just that. And when they were tasked to put on a performance for the kids, He actively volunteers to be the knight and put on one hell of a performance. Eddie was baffled, he never thought he would see the day that, the almightly jock, the 'Hair' Harrington, King Steve himself would volunteer to dress up and play pretend in front of kids. But here Eddie was, wearing a princess crown while watching the sun shine.
My Stranger Things Art | Steve’s Mcnuggets | Part 1
#the kids beg for the same performance everyday afterwards#Steve is amazing at playing petend#Remember the Lightsaber handshake and death?#he won the kids hearts after the performance#I wanted to shrink the children#part 2#Stranger things AU#Hawkins Daycare#steve and his mcnuggets#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#max mayfield#madmax#dustin henderson#stranger things fanart#stranger things#st fanart#my art#el hopper#will byers#mike wheeler#erica sinclair#lucas sinclair#Babysitter Steve Collection#Steve's Mcnuggets
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How my day has been going:
1.) woke up, relatively decent. Got to work, bought some sushi from the store, had a fun meal with my twin.
2.) tried some of the new Coke flavor Move. Absolutely atrocious. One of the worst things I’ve put into my body.
3.) had an old lady yell at me for a no longer existing brand of clothes cleaning soap.
4.) buy McNuggets as a comfort food because of the yelling encounter. On the 9th nugget I bite into a fucking rat bone. Specifically either a part of the pelvis or scapula.
5.) not sure what else yet but damn today appears to not be my day
#bones speaks#sometimes knowing what bone you’re actively chewing on is a fucking curse#a vent ig#yall i have had a DAY
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"Faster, Grimace! Faster!"
#the wacky adventures of ronald mcdonald: scared silly#the wacky adventures of ronald mcdonald#1998#Cartoons#movies#Klasky Csupo#McNugget 1#Fry Kid 3#Fry Kid 2#McNugget 2#Fry Kid 1#McNugget 3#Charlie Adler#Pamela Adlon#Nika Futterman#Paul Greenberg#Lisa Raggio#Kath Soucie#90s nostalgia#McDonald's#Fry Kids#McNuggets
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Multiple Births
Round 1 Poll 16
Read Widdershins
Read Dumbing of Age
Submitted context (possible spoilers) and propaganda under the cut
Sal and Walky : From the site's cast page:
Walky is his parents’ favorite child. He’s smart and he doesn’t get into trouble, but he could be a little more ambitious. He’s here at college because his parents want him to be, but mostly what he wants to do is watch television and goof off. Lucky for him that good grades came easily to him (in high school), so he figures college will be everything he’s ever wanted. No parents, no structure order — just eating McNuggets whenever, wherever.
Walky is Sal’s twin brother, and the two very different siblings haven’t really spoken much in a long while.
Sal’s parents always liked her brother Walky better, and so over the years she started rebelling more and more to get attention. This culminated in a double convenience store holdup that got her arrested and exiled to a Catholic boarding school in Tennessee for most of her teen years. Her parents expected her to find Jesus (or whatever), but she instead found smoking, tattoos, and motorcycles. As you can imagine, Sal turns a lot of heads, but she finds this mostly annoying. Stop idolizing her, dammit. She can’t help how cool she is.
#tournament polls#multibirth tournament#round 1#web comic#webcomics#webcomic#indie comics#indie webcomic#dumbing of age#widdershins
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nando and his eldest
#when nando was the mcnugget#but now we know he has a 3pc mcnugget#lando#oscar#carlos#f1#formula 1#fernando alonso#fa14#carlos sainz#cs55
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Football/fashion au
Tagged with #football/fashion au
the original post that started this insanity
NSFW texts part 1
Whenever you want me
FIFA08, FIFA13, FIFA19, FIFA23 covers
💚 @nico-di-genova creations:
Lance instagram + magazine article
Fernando instagram + magazine article
Last updated: 06.04.2023
Pookie au
Tagged with #pookie au or #nando and his mcnuggets
headcanons ->
more headcanons ->
au timeline ->
updated au timeline ->
family tree ->
characterization sheets ->
Nando's kids ->
ask game answers:
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]
[Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]
instagram posts masterlist -> new!
phone messages masterlist -> new!
shorts:
Strollonso baking (ask answer)
Nando's proposal (ask answer)
Telling Carlos (ask answer)
Twin baby parents (ask answer)
Lance mistaken identity (ask answer)
Always Somewhere, So Far Away (ask answer)
strollonso edits:
dire straits × strollonso
chris stapleton × strollonso
angsty + cute
lovely messages
chris rea × fernando
i wanna marry you
because of you
Pride Helmets [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]
additional stuff:
...but Fernando is obsessed with buying Lance everything pretty on God's green earth
Accelerate magazine covers 2023
Accelerate, issue 3/23: Fernando Alonso
Accelerate, issue 1/24: Lance Stroll
Drunk in Sendai
Just a regular day
Sparkly Eyes
animal magnetism
marketing!lance magazine articles
Last updated: 09.11.2024
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chicago live show made the McNuggets that Make You Cum(tm) canon in season 1. that’s it that’s the post.
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