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(Enter scene, two in the morning in the Labs of Generic University)

Me, explaining my idea for the device in Among the Bullets and the lore:

My engineering/ physics major friends who study with me:

Engineering: I mean theoretically-

Physics: shut the hell up

Me: it’s…it’s kinda cool though…right?

Engineering:

Physics: it’s cool as hell but literally impossible it’s going against several laws and NOT TO mention while the heart as the ability to pump-

Engineering: I’ll build it

Physics: NO

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Me, sitting down: perfect! A little bit of angst and fluff I’m so ready-

Ten minutes later

Me, sobbing, shaking, having missed the ‘no happy ending tag’:

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What??? Sorry! Lemme just drop some more Dad!Simon on your plate before I run away to finish up finals

Simon! Who doesn’t like leashes, thinks they’re demeaning and told you he would never because Ollie ‘is a well behaved gentleman’

…who takes after his Uncle Johnny

Simon! Who is constantly getting that boy out of trees, off the top of play areas, and one time off the top of a fire truck

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Uh-is-is that your-“

“ISTER RILEY LOOK IT AT HOW TALL I AM!! ISTER RILEY LOOOK ITT!!!”

Simon! Who ops for the one that look like a little lion backpack, and can store stacks because it has to versatile!

Simon! Who uses Johnny as a scapegoat for the days he’s too tired to play

“ITS UNCLE SOAPY!!”

“It’s my favorite lil’ devil!!”

Simon! Who takes Ollie on walks as soon as the sun comes up because that boy….that boy is an endless mount of energy

Simon! Who once accidentally gave Ollie a coffee frappe instead of a not coffee frappe and well-

“What did you do to him?” You stand in the door way of his house, looking exhausted, “I gave him two melatonin gummies! Two!! He-“

You both slowly watch as Ollie saunters through the threshold of Simon’s house and then collapses on the ground- something that was bound to happen after being awake for 35 hours. You look back to Simon, “You are SO lucky you’re cute.”

…

“Luv you too?”

(Actual footage of me running away after posting 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️. Comments, feedback and anything like it make my day! Annnnnd that’s all! <33)

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Among the Bullets

Chapter 2 Part 2

Summary: You're a transfer mechanic for a task force which you know nothing about, and while trying to figure out your standing with each of the members you begin to realize you may be over your head. (Evental romance, He just sucks at flirting, but he is trying bear with meee)

Warnings?: jealousy? Body descriptions, nothing really.

 With a defeated huff you set the tablet down, leaning back in the chair was that was worse for wear. The light from the screen being the only real light source of the room, the hours of searching for a file you knew would be under the most secure of networks left you with a file that was more crossed out than not. A file you, of all people, should have access to. Yet perhaps the other people that was on that team thought not, and some part of you agreed with that.

After anothe few hours toying away in the hangar you had told yourself it was high time for an actual break, so you had gone to the mess hall, spending the thirty minutes pulling apart what you thought was a roll and reading over the briefing file for the up coming operation. Seemed easy enough, although there were a few things that were crossed out, so you assumed that was on a need to know basis. Even with all of the black ink covering the words in the upcoming operation, it didn’t hold a light to the scribbled out words of the past- a past you were now trying to uncover for your sake of mind. 

The way that the captain had referenced this, that mission, as if he knew the details you hadn’t been given until you had blood on your hands- he had information you wouldn’t ever be given. And you had been there. You were stay on the slow moving fan above you, mind whirling with questions you had buried deep down, just as you were about to doze off into a light slumber a knock came to the door, heavy set of hands yet a soft knock- enough to startle you

“Hi!” 

 You blink to the change of light and see the kind looking girl in front of you, bit taller, holding a duffle bag like the one they had given you in her clutch. Her blonde hair neatly slicked back into a bun and her eyes giddy if not fatigued. When you see her you give her a little smile, “Can I help you?” Maybe that was a bit rude but she didn’t seem taken back by it. 

  “Um, the- the guy with the mask- like the halloween one?- He said I’ll be sleeping here.”

Oh. A roommate. Lovely. While you try to hide your ghost of a smile from her words while speaking about the lieutantle you look her up and down, clean clothes, ironed even, white blouse tucked into a clean pair of khakis, black riding boots. She…if it was able to say, was the exact opposite of you.  With a few moments you nod and open the door some more, rubbing your eyes. 

“You must be the mechanical engineer for the operation, I’m chemical engineering” She chirps in response and looks around, setting her bag on the sofa, which would be your bed as you would insist she take the actual bunk. Being a scientist would explain a lot of things, such as her apparence. To that you hum, and she noticed your uneasy expression from the doorway, “Louise. My name is Doctor Lousie Johnson.” ‘

“You actually say doctor?” That was what you said, which was most likely not the best thing to say but it was you had. Sure, techimcally you ahd your doctorate degree, but the idea of introducing yourself like that made you cringe. So as the silence crept, you shrugged, introducing yourself with a shake of the hand, “And technically I’m a mechanic for the operation.”

Louise tilted her head, carefully taking out the tablet she had been given, her touch delicate, “Ah. Well in the briefing document they said engineer.” Her eyes lit up as she looks back up to you, “Oh! On that note can I have access to your notes on-” 

  “Eh, Tink-” 

You spin on your heels as you hear the scotts voice interrupting your thoughts and the words Lousise was speaking, looking at him as he was half knocking on the door. He flashes a smile to Lousie, and then looks back to you, “Goin to the bar with Si and Kyle, you’re comin.” 

With a frown you retort, “I try not to drink the night before I have something important to do.” 

“Nows the bes time to drink,” He frowns to that, his eyebrows furrowing, “Si said to drag ya if needed, so gimme y’er arm.” 

  You tilt your head with an exasperated look and turn your head as Louise bites back a little laugh, the woman quieting as you give her a glare, her hand clasped over her mouth and eyes scrunched up in laughter. Without missing a beat you look back to the man, “I’m not going to the bar, Sergeant.” 

 You sit in the booth, sipping the shirley temple as you read over the document for the thousanth time. It wasn’t anything special, the group was mostly sitting at the bar, chatting away with the doctor- who was aptly very quickly nicknamed ‘Doc’ You didn’t quite care for bars, however everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves- at least everyone expect for the Lieutentant, who somewhat mimicked your own posture but at the bar top. It wasn’t as if you were paying attention though, because that would be crazy, why on earth would you be watching- 

  About seventy percent of your attention was on the group you had isolated yourself from, how they laughed, how Lousie just clicked. It was idootic, you would most likely never see these men again in your life, nor her, after this operation, yet here you were feeling some sort of elementary school rejection. You were on a job, you were getting paid a decent chunk of money for this, and not to mention there were about a billion other factors which motivated your actions. With another sip of the drink you look away and to your tablet again, wiping off the oil smudge you had been too lazy to care about till then. 

  “Ya know its not safe for a lady to be out here alone,” a voice snapped you out of your trance, yet ther voice had no real body, you figured out it was coming from the person one booth over. 

  A quick glance back to the group, who were laughing with their backs to you, you bring your lips to your drink, speaking slowly and hushed, “You can say Hi like a normal person, Jack.” 

 A gruff laugh, and while you can’t see his face the rain covered grey hoodie was enough to confirm it was him- after all, you bought him that hoodie a few moments go by and you can hear him take a long swig of what you would guess was rum, “They want an update.” 

A long silence and you take a breath, hands looping around the glass as you think, “Can’t give them one yet, they haven’t told me anything…important, no location, time, nothing, they told me to be ready for anything and to dress warm.” You look around and then clear your throat, “They did ask if I was comfortable with 4320s.” 

“The tracktor?” He almost aughed, and for a spilt second you could almost see his smile before you replied. 

“Urals 4320s, dumbass.” You snipped back playfully, and look down to your glass, getting lost in thought for the millionth of a second, and when you looked up you noticed the luetiant looking at you, eyes narrowed, with a wary gulp you wave. 

Somehow, you had been given the task of dragging the ‘somewhat’ buzzed doctor back to your room, with a arm under her, aggravatingly small, torso you lead her through the hangar. Listening to the ‘buzzed’ words as she spoke, now, you wouldn’t lie- she seemed like a sweet girl, kind, and very smart in her field- if not a bit dense socially, most likely the only thing you both had in common. Yet there was something that rubbed you the wrong way, and perhaps it was your one jealousy. 

   She was what your parents wanted for you, perfect hair, perfect body, clothes, smile, eyes, makeup, all of it, she reeked of perfection. The worst part was that you couldn’t be upset at her for it, she was too kind. “I think- I think they’re nice.” 

   “Mmmhm,” You nod slowly as you kick the door to the room open, and that had been your go to response to anything the woman had to say, a quick mmhm and a nod, or maybe just a little lifeless laugh that would trigger her own chaotic giggles. Now, this was technically a task you had taken upon yourself, the boys had offered and you knew deep down they wouldn’t have done anything- but the ‘girl code’ was ingrained into your blood. So, with a roll of the eyes you took her back to the room, which now left you there.

     “The scary one is-is funny,” She stumbles out as you sit her down on the bunk, a hand on the top of the head to keep her from hitting her head, her eyes going over your emotionless expression, and she hums, “But he was looking at you.” 

   “You’re drunk, shut up.” You snip and then kneel down, taking off the boots with tough pulls which would get you a grumble and a scold, that you couldn’t care enough about. It took about ten minutes of standing by the bed and shoving her back down before she finally relented and stayed down, so you hum once she was out. So you push yourself up to stand, walking over to the desk, grabbing your bag and pulling out the tablet. 

The faint light in the bottom of it catching your eye, so you frown and grab the flip phone, double checking the door was locked as you lean against it, looking over the message. 

   Mission is in Poland- dress warm. Be safe. 

The contact name stung in your mind, Jackson. Unshokcing that they would have him be your contact, nonetheless, made your blood run cold every time you thought of him, much less when you spoke to him less than two hours before. 

     You too, okay?

 You stood outside the office for a solid few moments after you knocked before you heard the voice telling you to come in, and just as you remembered it was dimly lit, and the harsh smell of the smoke hung in the air. With an exaggerated clear of the throat you look to the captain, “Good morning, Sir.” 

     He motions for you to sit down, which you dismiss the offer with a shake of the head, “What do I owe the pleasure?” 

     “I have a few questions.”

The man seemed to almost expect this and he nods, “About the doctor.” 

   “Why a chemical engineer? From my experience-” 

“This isn’t about your experience. You were chosen for this operation, that should tell you everything you need to know, solider.” 

You stare at the captain for a long moment, the words rubbing you the wrong way, they way he was relaxed making your blood boil,  “I am not a solider. I will never be a solider and I will not be treated as such, I am consult and I demand some information on this operation aside from the vests I will be wearing and the truck I am expected to ride on. A chemical engineer and a mechanical one all in one op leads me to the assumption that is like operation that was lead on March 20th 2018 and I will need that information if you expect me to proceed.” 

Price stayed quiet as you spoke, seeming to take your words with a shaker of salt, which he prayed you would be thankful for, “You have all the information you need, as does Doctor Johnson.” 

   With a scoff you go on, “With all due repsect-”

“That will be all.” He interrupted you, his gaze hard and he holds out his arm for the door, “You are dismissed.” 

  “Did you get an’ sleep?” 

The voice snapped you out of your train of thought, zipping up your bag and you look up to the lieutant, giving him a brief laugh. Maybe to ease your own nerves, sure everything you were about to do made your blood run cold but the sight of a man who might as well just be a ghost at that point seemed to do nothing for them. He lived up to the callsign. It was four hours before you would go on the transport, for the operation to actually begin, and you were getting all of the things you thought you would need- however they didn’t tell you what you would need, so you were going in blind. 

   “Enough, sir.” You respond with an equally amount of lackluster. 

He looked you up and down, the uniform they had given you to wear was ironed and clean- unlike what you would normally wear. “You’ll be fine, yeah?” 

    With a quick glance up to him you hum, and you look around, eyes landing on Lousie as she chatted up Johnny and Kyle and you look to the Lieutant, “With all due respect I need to know why we need a chemist. I need to know what I’m walking into.” It wasn’t meant to sound so harsh, but the words spilled out and it was much too late to turn back. “Last time I had a chemist on my op-” 

    “Take it up with the Captain.” 

“I tried. He didn’t give me a straight answer.”

    The lieutenant looked down at you, the mask seeming a bit more intimidating up close, the black paint smuged around his eyes and the thread he used seeming to be tight to the cloth. He seemed to be mentally debating something, ot jdudging you, you couldn’t figure out which, and you didn’t quite want to. So with a grunt he picked up your bag without warning and began to walk to the transport. 

   “Hey???” You yell after him, a bit more confused than anything, catching the attention of the rest of the group from the other side of the hangar, “Thats mine?!”

Annnnyway that’s it! <33 comments and all that jazz mean a lot to me!!

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ok so I just woke up from the 20 hour coma (I fell asleep on the floor do not ask I'm going thru it) AND i realize i forgot to write anything for today. I'm so so sorry as my original plan was to post something today since I haven't been super active. I'll try to get something out later but yall are amazing! Enjoy your weekend!

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Teehee, did everyone around me tell me- ‘coco staying up for forty eight hours to study for exams is not healthy. Drink some water. Take a nap.’ Yes. Now I still have till Tuesday and I want to actually drop out and i dunno- cry?

ANYWAY, I present a lil dribble Drabble because YALL ARE SO GOOD TO ME. 1,300 of you guys like the stuff I write! Yay!

(It’s more mechanic!reader dynamics, bc those make me laugh)

Hypothetically speaking, not really hypothetically it happens routinely now, post mission everyone is a bit worse for wear. You included, so the captain gives everyone a few days to do nothing.

The issue with that? Work-acoholics. You stumble out of bed at six in the morning to get coffee, still in pjs to find Simon in the gym.

“Lt? Oh my god you’re naked.”

To that he gives a glare, reaching for the mask that laid discarded on the box, “Why ‘yer up?”

“Coffee. Why are you working out? You hurt your shoulder….sir.”

“Nun of your business.”

A second passes.

“Okay. does this mean I can go finish up the reports?”

“Ask the captain.”

“He’s gonna say I need to rest!” You would gripe, “I’m fine. I just see double and almost pass out I move too quick. I get the same way if I don’t eat for twelve hours.”

A pause. “You worry me.”

(Annnnnnyway that’s it <3)

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curious, but cpuld you write smth with simon and a plus sized reader?

Hey! Hopping on before my class because that’s a great question! I try to write from things I know I’m experienced in so I don’t misrepresent. (ie: I’m comfortable writing from a female perspective because I live from female perspective.)

All that to say, depending from the plus size you are thinking of, I may not be able to do it justice. I used to be plus size, kinda? More medium size (12-16 us sizes) however as soon as my goal became to become a paramedic my body also changed to accommodate that physical demand. While I am still ‘curvy’ I am not plus sized so I try to be aware of this when I write.

I am so willing! I just don’t want to misrepresent anyone because I am not apart of that community. 🤍🤍🤍

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Ok so I was casually listening to the new Taylor Swift album as I study for one of my billion finals

ANYWAY OK SO I KNOW I SAID I HAVE FINALS BUT SCREW THAT BC SO LONG LONDON???

I mean if you were in a relationship with someone from England (coughSimoncough) and you move there because that’s his home and everything is all perfect with the world

….

Until Johnny shows up at your doorstep with Simon’s mask in hand

did I break my week long vow of silence for this? Yes now I shall run away again

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Or….

No. 🤍

I paid to tell you to drink water.

Do it.

[chaosandmarigolds]

Hey! Okay so here’s the sitch!

Finals are until next Tuesday, so I won’t be super duper active till then, I plan on releasing the next part of Among the Bullets next Saturday.

ALL of that to say, since I won’t be posting doesn’t mean I won’t be writing. So give me some ideas, (or not, free will ya know) because I need somethin to break up my study sessions.

Annnnyway that’s all!! <33

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Goood morning! Here’s a little thing.

Okay so, Oliver is like three- and the boy has a abandonment issues (don’t ask why he just does)

So Simon notices Oliver brings his stuffed toy everywhere, and he wouldn’t mind- expect it was

One of these looking things

Simon is like okay? To each their own but one day Ollie loses it at the park and kid loses it

So Simon is panicking because who on earth would steal that monster?

It’s worse when you come to pick Ollie up and they’re still at the park looking- so you have to go to the park

“MOMMY NORA IS GONNNE.”

You blink as you look to the babysitter who looks sunburnt and exasperated, “Oh baby, Oh no.” You then pick up the boy and let him sob into your shoulder, mouthing to Simon ‘finally. Lets go.’

Simon…who went into ebay and bought Ollie a new one. Because he was so sad!!! What was he supposed to do??

Annnnyway that’s all!

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Bringing this back bc as I put usernames to content I’m just LIKE : YOU LIKE MY STUFF? YOU??? A LITERAL WRITING GOD? SOMEONE WHO INSPIRED ME?

anyway yeah.

FYI this is how I react whenever I check one of my fav writers/artists and I randomly see that they reblogged my writing:

(But like in the best way possible, I’m just scared bc I’m almost to a thousand followers and I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around that)

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What I love sm is that if Simon ever found out you liked a really niche thing, like not a lot of stuff is made about it or there’s not a lot of coverage on it- he’ll make it. Somewhat of an example: you like the movie Jurassic Park, you also like the dark academia aesthetic well those things don’t mix- until he forces it too

He will MAKE leather bags with insignias representing what you like.

He WOULD build a library exactly like the one you read about.

You’re sad bc no one makes fanart or any art for that matter of your favorite book bc it’s so underground? He’s commissioning an artist

Lil tangent over, goodnight!

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no.

I paid to tell you to drink water.

Do it.

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Im SORRY IM JUST IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD

Tic-Tac-Toe

based on this!! amazing ask!!

.. -. / - …. . / -. .- -- . / --- ..-. / --. --- -..

To look at and to listen to is one things, something that would click immediately within your mind if you had seen it- however, to feel it is something you weren't fully aware you could do. Small taps on your thigh when you would be sitting next to him in the mess hall, laughing to one of Johnny's absurd jokes. Feeling the dashes on the palm of your hand as you walked through the corridors on slow nights.

- --- / -... . / -- .. -. .

Sure you had always known that the Simon Riley had a hard time saying things, he was a flirt to the random girls at the bar but to the people he truly cared about; it was like stumbling through a sentence was the easiest thing for him. So you had resigned to accept his nonverbal acts of affection. Allowing yourself to be content with soft kisses in lieu of words.

- --- / .... .- ...- . / .- -. -.. / - --- / .... --- .-.. -..

It wasn't that he was unaffectionate, quite the opposite, it was that he couldn't show it how he so deeply wanted to. The words would get caught in his throat and they would come out a half kidding banter, like a dig into the psyche. All the same, what he felt for you was something so deep and profound that not even he could dare put it into words. So he would maybe whisper them against your skin when he knew you were too asleep to even know he was awake, he would let his touch linger.

..-. --- .-. / -... . - - . .-. / .- -. -.. / ..-. --- .-. / .-- --- .-. ... .

You didn't think much of the taps, you summed it up to a nervous tic, or maybe something he found comforting. After all, since before you had been dating you always knew he liked to be moving some part of his body, if it be rubbing that frayed edge of his jacket or lightly tapping the palm of your hand.

- --- / .-.. --- ...- .

It didn't click, how he would climb into bed after a long day and how his hand would almost mindlessly move on its own, tapping the skin of your hip as he tried to squeeze into you as if you would vanish if he didn't. You didn't realize the important of the faint kisses on the nape of your neck and how they were oh so perfectly timed to be some sort of code.

Until it was a code.

.- -. -.. / - --- / -.-. .... . .-. .. ... ....

" Hol on, Hol on, /m gettin somthin."

You look to Johnny from where you were currently desperately trying to fix the radio, the thick smog limiting your sight and the burn of the gas in your lungs making it hard to breathe. With a heaved breath you push yourself up to stand and then sink back to your knees where Johnny had been trying to see if the truck's radio worked- a mission gone south left you and heseparatedd from Simon, leaving him in the building.

It was silent until the beeping came over the radio and it...felt sofamiliarr yet you couldn't place your hand on it, it was like a deja-vu feeling within your gut- "It's morse code- God, I forgot that was still a thing."

Johnny looks up at you and then gives you a weak laugh, "Yea, hol' on," as he spoke he took out a pen and paper and began to scribble down the dashes and lines.

"Think it's him?"

"He's tha' only un' tha' knows it."

..- -. - .. .-.. / -.. . .- - .... / .--. .- .-. - ... / ..- ...

"Johnny?" It had taken the man a few seconds to write down the repeating message, then a few more to translate it.

"Johnny is it him? Is he okay?"

There was no silence, the hiss of the storm raging outside and the faint roar of gunfire from the battle you had just been ordered to flee. Yet everything was so slow, he wasn't speaking, he looked almost sorrowful.

.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- --..--/ ... --- / -- ..- -.-. .... / -.. --- ...- .

"He loves you. He said he loves you so much."

.. .----. -- / ... --- -.- -.- -.--

"He's sorry."

(annnnway thats all! any feedback, comments or ideas you got trust me I wanna hear them! <333)

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What I’m thinking about? Oh….um…

WELL OK RIGHT MACEY FROM THE LIL ADOPTION AU RIGHT?

Stubborn, strong willed that’s jus how I see her right.

Imagine Simons utter terror when she comes back, freshly 18, telling her adopted parents she enlisted for the army.

How he would go cold.

How he would already be mentally preparing himself to lose her.

To pull away.

How she would be so confused on why he’s being so rude- she’s following his footsteps. Because all she ever wanted to do is be like her hero, she wanted to live up to him

How he wouldn’t speak to her even on the day she left

How he wouldn’t shed a tear if she were to die, because he already prepared himself

Literally that’s it. That’s all I wanted to say.

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IM IN LOVE WITH DAD!SIMON 😭😭

WHO ISNT LIKE???? (It’s been in my head all semester it’s actually crazy 😭😂)