██████ Simmons

Records Department (rp acct, pfp from the official fua merch store, idfk what to do with simmons)

[simmons-records-dept]

Simmons, Records Department.

[simmons-records-dept]

Have you heard of the Magnus Institute?

Yes, actually.

[simmons-records-dept]

bigs my eyes at you

🥺

What? Is that supposed to mean something?

[anonymouscringe]

im bigging my eyes at you

🥺🥺

[simmons-records-dept]

Bigging… your eyes at me.

I’m not going to question that.

[simmons-records-dept]

bigs my eyes at you

🥺

What? Is that supposed to mean something?

[simmons-records-dept]

haiiii <333 hi simmonssss :3 >:) hiiiii hiii how are you pookie bear.... how ya doin...

What is this. Who keeps sending these. Why am I pookie bear.

I’m doing alright. I think.

[simmons-records-dept]

SIMMONS I LOVE YOUUUUU I LOVE YOU SIMMONS BABYGIRL

Who is this. Why am I babygirl. This is the second ask which has referred to me as such. Why.

[simmons-records-dept]

SIMMONS IM SO SORRY BABYGIRL I MISS YOU COME BACK PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 I MISS YOU SO MUCH IM LITERALLY CRYING AND SOBBING MY BLORPO BLEEPUS MY SILLY GUY IM SO SORRRYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I apologize, we’ve been a bit busy as of late, with the new contact and suc- I’m sorry, your what?

[anonymouscringe]

[simmons-records-dept]

ssiiimmmmmmmoonsss. im BORED!

@records-intern

((returning to my pesterful roots ^V^))

Good. You can assist the rest of us with getting information ready for the upcoming reset.

[simmons-records-dept]

SIMMONS IM SO SORRY BABYGIRL I MISS YOU COME BACK PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 I MISS YOU SO MUCH IM LITERALLY CRYING AND SOBBING MY BLORPO BLEEPUS MY SILLY GUY IM SO SORRRYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I apologize, we’ve been a bit busy as of late, with the new contact and suc- I’m sorry, your what?

[simmons-records-dept]

*It’s been a while since Simmons has been spotted out in the open, but there he is. He looks… strange, as if lost in thought. In a way, he looked pathetic, like a wet cat. We’re… going to ignore how shaky he seems..*

[records-intern]

*Alex turns 'round the corner, and stops dead in their tracks. Their shoulders are tense as if expecting some sort of attack, though it's late and not many personnel are out and about.*

*There's a long moment of silence, while neither breaks eye-contact*

[simmons-records-dept]

*His hands shake as he holds eye contact with them, but he tries to hide that fact. He wants to seem calm and unbothered... and yet, he feels strange. Too cold, maybe.*

*Simmons speaks first, clearing his throat slightly.*

“… hello, Alex.”

[records-intern]

*Alex's shoulders droop and they tear up. seeing Simmons after all that happened to them is like returning to bed after a long day. they won't cry though, Alex won't let themself. Their voice still shakes.*

"Hi, Simmons.."

*They both begin to approach each other at the same time, unclear of what the goal is.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*Simmons stands there for a while, a hand reaching out to grab Alex’s face and examining them with a watchful eye. He stares at them, turning their head a few times and checking the pallor of their skin.*

*In another moment, his hand is no longer on their chin, and he steps away. He stands, arms hesitantly open. A hug, maybe?*

[records-intern]

*Alex pauses for barely a moment before slumping into simmons for a hug. they don't even realize that there are tears streaming down their face*

"m'sorry, m'sorry im so sorry, im sorry i missed you i'm sorry"

*the words tumble out of their mouth as they hug simmons tight.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*The hug is tight, and he nearly chokes on the air entering his lungs, but he tightens his grip as well. Tears threaten to leak from his eyes and they certainly do.*

“… please don’t be sorry. You’re… a better person than I am.. much better than I am..”

*And much better at taking care of themself, that’s for sure. seriously why is it so cold*

[records-intern]

"d-on't, dont say that, ..."

*still hiccuping slightly, alex pulls themself up abit to look at Simmons's face. their brows furrow as Alex sees how pale he looks, and along with that, realizes that Simmons is burning up, temperature-wise*

"a, are you feeling... okay?"

*their tone is dripping with genuine emotion and worry for Simmons*

[simmons-records-dept]

*Simmons doesn’t respond to the inquiry. Instead, he waves it off, almost dismissively.*

“…’m fine Alex. Just a bit tired.”

*He doesn’t like how worried Alex seems, considering the first few times they interacted was… rough, to say the least. Maybe a bit of a love-hate relationship, to be honest, but he does regret how he first acted.*

*Back to the point. He’s an idiot. An idiot who can’t tell the difference between illness and exhaustion.*

[records-intern]

*they frown even more, and adjust their hold on Simmons, keeping him in place and supporting him in case he falls*

"I- don't believe you, you're, youre burning up! Either I drag you to medical, or you tell me what's going on."

*Their voice is stern but still shakes, and they really hate how much they care about him. stupid, stubborn, somewhat socially-inept Simmons.(/aff)*

[simmons-records-dept]

*He grimaced, placing a hand against the wall (‘just for some extra support…’). He’s so tired, his eyes burning from just being open, he’s… he…*

*In the next moment his legs have given out, and he drops to the floor unceremoniously. If it weren’t for Alex, he probably would have a concussion. He groans, shaky as he tries to sit on the cold, hard floor. He… oh, fuck, he feels like shit.*

“…”

*He blinks feverishly as his brain attempts to understand the question, eyes flickering between half-closed and open.*

“… hm?”

[records-intern]

"SHIT!" Alex's voice is shrill from the shock, and they help Simmons lower himself to the ground, almost crying again.

"god, fucking hell- when was the last time you slept?!"

They fumble, checking Simmons' temperature and making sure he's okay on the floor, trying to readjust him slightly.

[simmons-records-dept]

*At the moment all Simmons is trying to do is NOT puke. His immune system is absolute shit, and he doesn’t fucking take care of himself. At least, not probably.*

*He has to think over the question… it’s been.. a day or so? He honestly can’t tell. Time isn’t going by as it should, and he is so incredibly ill.*

“… I’ll be fine…”

*He doesn’t look fine, that’s for sure. He’s DODGING THE QUESTION*

[records-intern]

"No, nonononnono- im taking your ass to medical, right fucking now"

*As gently as they can, Alex lifts up Simmons over their shoulder, adjusting his arms so that they can support his full weight- they're not going to risk his legs giving out again*

[simmons-records-dept]

*His face pales even further as he is pulled upright, but he still attempts to maintain his composure. Even though Simmons is mainly leaning against Alex, he still tries taking some of his own weight. Not a good idea, considering he almost drops again.*

“… we’re going to medical?”

[simmons-records-dept]

*It’s been a while since Simmons has been spotted out in the open, but there he is. He looks… strange, as if lost in thought. In a way, he looked pathetic, like a wet cat. We’re… going to ignore how shaky he seems..*

[records-intern]

*Alex turns 'round the corner, and stops dead in their tracks. Their shoulders are tense as if expecting some sort of attack, though it's late and not many personnel are out and about.*

*There's a long moment of silence, while neither breaks eye-contact*

[simmons-records-dept]

*His hands shake as he holds eye contact with them, but he tries to hide that fact. He wants to seem calm and unbothered... and yet, he feels strange. Too cold, maybe.*

*Simmons speaks first, clearing his throat slightly.*

“… hello, Alex.”

[records-intern]

*Alex's shoulders droop and they tear up. seeing Simmons after all that happened to them is like returning to bed after a long day. they won't cry though, Alex won't let themself. Their voice still shakes.*

"Hi, Simmons.."

*They both begin to approach each other at the same time, unclear of what the goal is.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*Simmons stands there for a while, a hand reaching out to grab Alex’s face and examining them with a watchful eye. He stares at them, turning their head a few times and checking the pallor of their skin.*

*In another moment, his hand is no longer on their chin, and he steps away. He stands, arms hesitantly open. A hug, maybe?*

[records-intern]

*Alex pauses for barely a moment before slumping into simmons for a hug. they don't even realize that there are tears streaming down their face*

"m'sorry, m'sorry im so sorry, im sorry i missed you i'm sorry"

*the words tumble out of their mouth as they hug simmons tight.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*The hug is tight, and he nearly chokes on the air entering his lungs, but he tightens his grip as well. Tears threaten to leak from his eyes and they certainly do.*

“… please don’t be sorry. You’re… a better person than I am.. much better than I am..”

*And much better at taking care of themself, that’s for sure. seriously why is it so cold*

[records-intern]

"d-on't, dont say that, ..."

*still hiccuping slightly, alex pulls themself up abit to look at Simmons's face. their brows furrow as Alex sees how pale he looks, and along with that, realizes that Simmons is burning up, temperature-wise*

"a, are you feeling... okay?"

*their tone is dripping with genuine emotion and worry for Simmons*

[simmons-records-dept]

*Simmons doesn’t respond to the inquiry. Instead, he waves it off, almost dismissively.*

“…’m fine Alex. Just a bit tired.”

*He doesn’t like how worried Alex seems, considering the first few times they interacted was… rough, to say the least. Maybe a bit of a love-hate relationship, to be honest, but he does regret how he first acted.*

*Back to the point. He’s an idiot. An idiot who can’t tell the difference between illness and exhaustion.*

[records-intern]

*they frown even more, and adjust their hold on Simmons, keeping him in place and supporting him in case he falls*

"I- don't believe you, you're, youre burning up! Either I drag you to medical, or you tell me what's going on."

*Their voice is stern but still shakes, and they really hate how much they care about him. stupid, stubborn, somewhat socially-inept Simmons.(/aff)*

[simmons-records-dept]

*He grimaced, placing a hand against the wall (‘just for some extra support…’). He’s so tired, his eyes burning from just being open, he’s… he…*

*In the next moment his legs have given out, and he drops to the floor unceremoniously. If it weren’t for Alex, he probably would have a concussion. He groans, shaky as he tries to sit on the cold, hard floor. He… oh, fuck, he feels like shit.*

“…”

*He blinks feverishly as his brain attempts to understand the question, eyes flickering between half-closed and open.*

“… hm?”

[records-intern]

"SHIT!" Alex's voice is shrill from the shock, and they help Simmons lower himself to the ground, almost crying again.

"god, fucking hell- when was the last time you slept?!"

They fumble, checking Simmons' temperature and making sure he's okay on the floor, trying to readjust him slightly.

[simmons-records-dept]

*At the moment all Simmons is trying to do is NOT puke. His immune system is absolute shit, and he doesn’t fucking take care of himself. At least, not probably.*

*He has to think over the question… it’s been.. a day or so? He honestly can’t tell. Time isn’t going by as it should, and he is so incredibly ill.*

“… I’ll be fine…”

*He doesn’t look fine, that’s for sure. He’s DODGING THE QUESTION*

[simmons-records-dept]

*It’s been a while since Simmons has been spotted out in the open, but there he is. He looks… strange, as if lost in thought. In a way, he looked pathetic, like a wet cat. We’re… going to ignore how shaky he seems..*

[records-intern]

*Alex turns 'round the corner, and stops dead in their tracks. Their shoulders are tense as if expecting some sort of attack, though it's late and not many personnel are out and about.*

*There's a long moment of silence, while neither breaks eye-contact*

[simmons-records-dept]

*His hands shake as he holds eye contact with them, but he tries to hide that fact. He wants to seem calm and unbothered... and yet, he feels strange. Too cold, maybe.*

*Simmons speaks first, clearing his throat slightly.*

“… hello, Alex.”

[records-intern]

*Alex's shoulders droop and they tear up. seeing Simmons after all that happened to them is like returning to bed after a long day. they won't cry though, Alex won't let themself. Their voice still shakes.*

"Hi, Simmons.."

*They both begin to approach each other at the same time, unclear of what the goal is.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*Simmons stands there for a while, a hand reaching out to grab Alex’s face and examining them with a watchful eye. He stares at them, turning their head a few times and checking the pallor of their skin.*

*In another moment, his hand is no longer on their chin, and he steps away. He stands, arms hesitantly open. A hug, maybe?*

[records-intern]

*Alex pauses for barely a moment before slumping into simmons for a hug. they don't even realize that there are tears streaming down their face*

"m'sorry, m'sorry im so sorry, im sorry i missed you i'm sorry"

*the words tumble out of their mouth as they hug simmons tight.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*The hug is tight, and he nearly chokes on the air entering his lungs, but he tightens his grip as well. Tears threaten to leak from his eyes and they certainly do.*

“… please don’t be sorry. You’re… a better person than I am.. much better than I am..”

*And much better at taking care of themself, that’s for sure. seriously why is it so cold*

[records-intern]

"d-on't, dont say that, ..."

*still hiccuping slightly, alex pulls themself up abit to look at Simmons's face. their brows furrow as Alex sees how pale he looks, and along with that, realizes that Simmons is burning up, temperature-wise*

"a, are you feeling... okay?"

*their tone is dripping with genuine emotion and worry for Simmons*

[simmons-records-dept]

*Simmons doesn’t respond to the inquiry. Instead, he waves it off, almost dismissively.*

“…’m fine Alex. Just a bit tired.”

*He doesn’t like how worried Alex seems, considering the first few times they interacted was… rough, to say the least. Maybe a bit of a love-hate relationship, to be honest, but he does regret how he first acted.*

*Back to the point. He’s an idiot. An idiot who can’t tell the difference between illness and exhaustion.*

[records-intern]

*they frown even more, and adjust their hold on Simmons, keeping him in place and supporting him in case he falls*

"I- don't believe you, you're, youre burning up! Either I drag you to medical, or you tell me what's going on."

*Their voice is stern but still shakes, and they really hate how much they care about him. stupid, stubborn, somewhat socially-inept Simmons.(/aff)*

[simmons-records-dept]

*He grimaced, placing a hand against the wall (‘just for some extra support…’). He’s so tired, his eyes burning from just being open, he’s… he…*

*In the next moment his legs have given out, and he drops to the floor unceremoniously. If it weren’t for Alex, he probably would have a concussion. He groans, shaky as he tries to sit on the cold, hard floor. He… oh, fuck, he feels like shit.*

“…”

*He blinks feverishly as his brain attempts to understand the question, eyes flickering between half-closed and open.*

“… hm?”

[simmons-records-dept]

*It’s been a while since Simmons has been spotted out in the open, but there he is. He looks… strange, as if lost in thought. In a way, he looked pathetic, like a wet cat. We’re… going to ignore how shaky he seems..*

[records-intern]

*Alex turns 'round the corner, and stops dead in their tracks. Their shoulders are tense as if expecting some sort of attack, though it's late and not many personnel are out and about.*

*There's a long moment of silence, while neither breaks eye-contact*

[simmons-records-dept]

*His hands shake as he holds eye contact with them, but he tries to hide that fact. He wants to seem calm and unbothered... and yet, he feels strange. Too cold, maybe.*

*Simmons speaks first, clearing his throat slightly.*

“… hello, Alex.”

[records-intern]

*Alex's shoulders droop and they tear up. seeing Simmons after all that happened to them is like returning to bed after a long day. they won't cry though, Alex won't let themself. Their voice still shakes.*

"Hi, Simmons.."

*They both begin to approach each other at the same time, unclear of what the goal is.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*Simmons stands there for a while, a hand reaching out to grab Alex’s face and examining them with a watchful eye. He stares at them, turning their head a few times and checking the pallor of their skin.*

*In another moment, his hand is no longer on their chin, and he steps away. He stands, arms hesitantly open. A hug, maybe?*

[records-intern]

*Alex pauses for barely a moment before slumping into simmons for a hug. they don't even realize that there are tears streaming down their face*

"m'sorry, m'sorry im so sorry, im sorry i missed you i'm sorry"

*the words tumble out of their mouth as they hug simmons tight.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*The hug is tight, and he nearly chokes on the air entering his lungs, but he tightens his grip as well. Tears threaten to leak from his eyes and they certainly do.*

“… please don’t be sorry. You’re… a better person than I am.. much better than I am..”

*And much better at taking care of themself, that’s for sure. seriously why is it so cold*

[records-intern]

"d-on't, dont say that, ..."

*still hiccuping slightly, alex pulls themself up abit to look at Simmons's face. their brows furrow as Alex sees how pale he looks, and along with that, realizes that Simmons is burning up, temperature-wise*

"a, are you feeling... okay?"

*their tone is dripping with genuine emotion and worry for Simmons*

[simmons-records-dept]

*Simmons doesn’t respond to the inquiry. Instead, he waves it off, almost dismissively.*

“…’m fine Alex. Just a bit tired.”

*He doesn’t like how worried Alex seems, considering the first few times they interacted was… rough, to say the least. Maybe a bit of a love-hate relationship, to be honest, but he does regret how he first acted.*

*Back to the point. He’s an idiot. An idiot who can’t tell the difference between illness and exhaustion.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*It’s been a while since Simmons has been spotted out in the open, but there he is. He looks… strange, as if lost in thought. In a way, he looked pathetic, like a wet cat. We’re… going to ignore how shaky he seems..*

[records-intern]

*Alex turns 'round the corner, and stops dead in their tracks. Their shoulders are tense as if expecting some sort of attack, though it's late and not many personnel are out and about.*

*There's a long moment of silence, while neither breaks eye-contact*

[simmons-records-dept]

*His hands shake as he holds eye contact with them, but he tries to hide that fact. He wants to seem calm and unbothered... and yet, he feels strange. Too cold, maybe.*

*Simmons speaks first, clearing his throat slightly.*

“… hello, Alex.”

[records-intern]

*Alex's shoulders droop and they tear up. seeing Simmons after all that happened to them is like returning to bed after a long day. they won't cry though, Alex won't let themself. Their voice still shakes.*

"Hi, Simmons.."

*They both begin to approach each other at the same time, unclear of what the goal is.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*Simmons stands there for a while, a hand reaching out to grab Alex’s face and examining them with a watchful eye. He stares at them, turning their head a few times and checking the pallor of their skin.*

*In another moment, his hand is no longer on their chin, and he steps away. He stands, arms hesitantly open. A hug, maybe?*

[records-intern]

*Alex pauses for barely a moment before slumping into simmons for a hug. they don't even realize that there are tears streaming down their face*

"m'sorry, m'sorry im so sorry, im sorry i missed you i'm sorry"

*the words tumble out of their mouth as they hug simmons tight.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*The hug is tight, and he nearly chokes on the air entering his lungs, but he tightens his grip as well. Tears threaten to leak from his eyes and they certainly do.*

“… please don’t be sorry. You’re… a better person than I am.. much better than I am..”

*And much better at taking care of themself, that’s for sure. seriously why is it so cold*

[simmons-records-dept]

simmons im shaking you like a snowglobe /aff

… why?

[anonymouscringe]

BLORBO 🫵

[simmons-records-dept]

I- is that a compliment or..?

[stevehatch]

Sorry to barge in I think that's a threat, actually

[stressedklein]

".. Let me know if you need agent Love to watch out for you Simmons."

[simmons-records-dept]

“… of course, Dr. Klein.”

[simmons-records-dept]

*It’s been a while since Simmons has been spotted out in the open, but there he is. He looks… strange, as if lost in thought. In a way, he looked pathetic, like a wet cat. We’re… going to ignore how shaky he seems..*

[records-intern]

*Alex turns 'round the corner, and stops dead in their tracks. Their shoulders are tense as if expecting some sort of attack, though it's late and not many personnel are out and about.*

*There's a long moment of silence, while neither breaks eye-contact*

[simmons-records-dept]

*His hands shake as he holds eye contact with them, but he tries to hide that fact. He wants to seem calm and unbothered... and yet, he feels strange. Too cold, maybe.*

*Simmons speaks first, clearing his throat slightly.*

“… hello, Alex.”

[records-intern]

*Alex's shoulders droop and they tear up. seeing Simmons after all that happened to them is like returning to bed after a long day. they won't cry though, Alex won't let themself. Their voice still shakes.*

"Hi, Simmons.."

*They both begin to approach each other at the same time, unclear of what the goal is.*

[simmons-records-dept]

*Simmons stands there for a while, a hand reaching out to grab Alex’s face and examining them with a watchful eye. He stares at them, turning their head a few times and checking the pallor of their skin.*

*In another moment, his hand is no longer on their chin, and he steps away. He stands, arms hesitantly open. A hug, maybe?*

[simmons-records-dept]

simmons im shaking you like a snowglobe /aff

… why?

[anonymouscringe]

BLORBO 🫵

[simmons-records-dept]

I- is that a compliment or..?

[anonymouscringe]

it means that i like you! in the way that one likes a character on tv

actually i'm just really glad youre back!!!

[simmons-records-dept]

Right. I apologize for my absence, there have been… quite a few developments.