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🍡୭   🧷 ✧ ˚.  ᵎᵎ  🎀 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐢 or 𝒄𝒚𝒃𝒆𝒓 !!  20 year old attempted eng student       big brown eyes        𝟕𝟕𝟕        chipped nails        clicky keyboard      coffee with 4 pumps of caramel           indian      eldest daughter        AUTISTIC

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i just think obtaining a boyfriend is perhaps the best thing i have achieved and perhaps will not top this

immigrant household is HELL as an eldest daughter

shut up my show is on (show is me thinking….) anyway ex army! reader who is also simon’s sweet wife …

thinking about how silent simon riley is on base, how he barely talks about his life back at home. he’s so menacing, cruel, he trains recruits like there’s no tomorrow. he’s changed since “roach” was decommissioned, since the 141 became more prolific.

the new recruits tentatively speak about him and roach, speak about how they were inseparable.

“you really think the ghost could like someone?” a recruit asks, in the mess hall, eating his rice pudding.

“think he could have loved them.” the other recruit says, “heard when roach died his heart was broken.”

and that’s that. he was a cruel man that’d lost too much. his own family, his partner. and now he was cruel and icy to everyone else.

that is until one day someone comes to the base’s reception, with a lunchbox in her hands. you’re standing there, your hair, that barely reaches your shoulders. you’ve got a large lunchbox in your hands, and you give a small smile to the receptionist as you give your ID card to be scanned. 

you’re sweet, wearing a cutesy summer top and a pair of cargo trousers, a right fit for the summer. 

you walk down the halls, with ease, mouthing 174 over and over again until you find simon’s office, and it’s fucking empty. he’s working again, through lunchtime, and obviously won’t eat until he comes back home to you for dinner.

 he’s sparring with the newbies in the gym, and you knock on the door. you swear you hear the recruits thinking he’s shout at you, but he drops everything he’s doing to rush to you.

“love,” he says, “you alright?” his hands pat your head and back down, and you shake your head. but still he insists, “you sure?”

“i’m sure sweetheart.” you shake your head, and then hand him the lunchbox. “please eat your greens lieutenant.” you blush, before putting the box in his hands.

he waves the recruits off, “take lunch off, we’ll be back in the afternoon.” and you just shake your head. 

“i swear she looks familiar.” a recruit says, “like i’ve seen photos of her around.”

simon isn’t so stupid to carry photos of you in his office. but there is a photo of his squadron in the early days. he’s near the back of the photo, tall and menacing, and two rows down you’re there too, grinning with your sparkling eyes. 

roach didn’t die, they were just decommissioned, shrapnel to the leg and gut. barely any chance of survival. he’d married you in the hospital chapel. 

i have a fever 💔 diva down

😭😭😭 ok the two asks did make me laugh. hope ur hungry…. for NOTHING

need to be fucked stupid thank u

18+ mdni simon riley’s breeding kink….. 

simon whines when he cums, making pathetic little noises as you work him through his orgasm, still trapped in your walls. you brush his hair away from his face, his blonde curls growing out of the army crop.

your hands brush against his scars, before he buries his face in your neck, “love- love…” he lets out a sigh, and your fingernails scratch his back, “y-you feel so good love.” 

you just gently pry his chin off you, looking into his eyes, cock softening in you, as you look up into his eyes. “you feel so good.” you say, gently, “you always do such a good job baby.”

he just looks back down at you with hazy eyes, that clear quickly. “love, i gotta get you pregnant, gotta make sure it sticks.”

you smile up at him, “course it’ll stick.”

“just one more time, just to make sure?”

( + he sits with you through all the morning sickness nausea ) 

simon riley as a sugar daddy…. but he’s just. quite bad at it. 

he’s always gone on mission, barely has time to form “actual relationships” but he  finds a sweet thing in you, sitting in one of the offices on base, trying to understand how and why you’ve been taken here, after being rushed into the country.

then the army unceremoniously dumps you in this foreign country, with nothing but a useless passport and no job. you had a life back home, you were studying to become a doctor for fucks sake, now you have nothing. 

so simon pays for your first few days, giving you fat wads of cash whilst you spend it all on your house. thing is, youre also quite bad at the sugar baby thing, wanting to spend time making the shithole of his flat, as nice as possible.

it’s good having someone to come home to, he thinks, is this what price was trying to tell him? he always comes back to a warm meal, from any cuisine. he’s given you enough money to buy takeout and yet you insist on buying cookbooks. 

it’s only supposed to be a transactional thing, he supposes, money for company, but he’s given you house and board in return for a domestic life. 

then he starts paying for you to go to university again, medical school. less time at home, but he still comes home to see the rooms all sweet and cozy, and a homemade meal for him. 

both of you are quite bad at this thing. 

there’s something price doesnt understand about having a wife. in sickness and in health, those are what the vows said, and yet when you feel frail, with taking care of your daughter yourself, he barely cares. you’re his wife, you’re supposed to keep the house clean and a nice dinner on the table when he comes home. and a warm cunt for him, that’s. the whole point of you.

he never stays at home, he’s always on base. fucking his secretaries. your daughter grows into her teenage years never having her father around, angry at him, fighting him on your behalf. you’re too tired to deal with him, your life force sapped away with your husband’s lack of care. even before he was a captain, back when you’d married him as a sergeant.

there’s something simon could never understand about having a family. he’s always around these days, especially since he’s gotten that promotion to captain. after your divorce to his former co, he’s around your house much more often, teaching your daughter kung fu in the back garden whilst you chop vegetables and watch through the kitchen. it’s because he’s never had a wife, or a family, and yet he’s the one driving you around. he’s the one taking beautiful pictures of you, he’s the one who you invite on vacation.

you want to marry him, but the third degree burns your ex husband left on your heart match the same ones simon’s family’s death left on his.

engineering is so unforgiving about maths like they mow you tf down it’s surprising how much maths you need until you remmeber engineering is just applied physics and physics is just applied maths so by law of transitivity or whatever horrific maths thing i had to learn engineering is also just applied maths. point is don’t even worry about it if you can try again you totally should and not give up on your civil engineering dreams of building bridges and buildings !!!

(diva im just south asian) aero is VERY hard i dont personally do it (im in the more electrical side) but aero is one of the hardest!!! i know quite a few friends that started off wanting to do aero but changed to mechanical / design eng after the aero specific classes. it’s very fun because obviously beyond the typical planes and ships you also work with rockets and space exploration. you are literally doing rocket science!! its also so fun if you’re interested in any sort of planes because genuinely designing them is some of the coolest shit i’ve ever seen.

UNIVERSITY OF WATERLOO…. no i think engineering is so long but i promise like once you get into it it’s so fun!!

if u have any questions let me know !!!! especially which branch to choose :) yay

sometimes i shudder remembering dating apps LOL

does anyone want to send me asks about my degree…. please….