Mamai’s World

And then Ryland, raising his hand, hits everyone with “Well, you taught us at a young age that—despite our previous experiences with it—sometimes violence can be the ultimate act of love.”

And then Court turns his head and cries like the loser he is.

Tommy," He addresses his impatient five year old. "Can your old man get a hello first?"

"Hi," He says. "Steve is here."

"Okay?"

"He wants to tell you a joke," Tommy tells him. "It's really dumb but you gotta laugh anyways so you don't hurt his feelings. He has a lot of feelings."

David smiles.

Now if only Tommy would have the same consideration for his brothers' feelings.

"I might think it's funny."

"You won't."

Tommy holds his hand out for his dad to take and then pulls him deeper into their chaotic home. He leads his father to the kitchen where his wife is cooking with some help from their littlest guest.

David kisses his wife and then claps his hands together, "What's this that I hear about a joke, Steve?"

"Oh! I have one to tell you," Steve says, fighting a grin. "What's a dentist's favorite time?"

"Hm," David hums like he's thinking about it. "Lunchtime?"

"No," Steve giggles. "2:30...get it? Cause tooth hurty. It's funny 'cause you're a dentist."

"Oh man," David laughs. He even slaps his knee, he laughs so much. "I gotta tell my hygienist that joke. That's hilarious."

Steve smiled, pleased with himself, and tells Tommy, "See! I told you he'd think it's funny."

Steve is just, "...sure."

Eddie wiggled his arm until his pet crawls out of his shirt and Steve is just like, "Oh. Thank god. I thought you were gonna get your cock out. Let me hold your hamster."

On the first day of First Responders Appreciation Week at the end of his shift, he knows that they will be heading to the overpriced steakhouse just outside of town for free meal he could not justify paying for on any other day.

Powell jokes to Callahan that this is the only reason Hopper became a cop just as the hostess informs them, "I'm going to sit you with somebody."

He blinks, "What?"

"I am going to sit you with someone," She repeats with a painted smile. "Otherwise, my manager is going to ask me to ask him to leave and I cannot do that so, follow me. Right this way."

Hopper's gaze follows ahead to their seat and he sighs at the sight of Richard Harrington's unsupervised five year old.

Steve's head is down.

He jerks up when Hopper pulls out the chair next to him and wipes his eyes on his sleeve. He gives a watery smile, "Hi, Mr Hopper. Hi, Officer Powell."

"I’m literally here too," Callahan mutters. Powell excused himself to speak to the manager, sharing a look with Hopper that says he'll figure out what's going on.

Hopper is an impatient man. He goes to the source, "What are you doing all the way out here?"

"Oh, um. My basketball team from the country club made it to the final round in our tournament and, um. We came here to celebrate."

The distinct lack of children running around hangs in the silence between them before Steve adds, "They left."

"You didn't go with them?"

"No, they- it's okay," Steve says, clearly upset. He takes a deep breath and exhales, "They forgot."

"Forgot what?"

"My, um. My friend, Danny. He - he wasn't bein' very careful and he spilled steak sauce on my shirt," Steve says, pointing to the large stain splattered across the right shoulder of his pullover. "It was an accident, I think. And, um. I went to the restroom 'cause Mama gets mad if I’m dirty and I... And they forgot. And they left."

The kid tries to smile.

It doesn't meet his eyes.

"It's okay though," Steve reassures him. "Cause, um. It didn't hurt my feelings none 'cause it was - it was an accident."

"It was an accident," He repeats like a self-sooth. "I was in the restroom a long time and I’m littler than everyone else, and Coach Adam-"

"Your coach left you here?"

"Assistant coach," Callahan supplies. "Not that it matters but he's the assistant coach. I’m friends with his roommate. We're the same age."

"So old enough to do a head count?"

"The whole team was here so, um," Steve tries to justify. He's trying to rationalize himself out of his hurt feelings and he's too fucking young to be doing that. Hopper is pissed.

"Adam is a di- a jerk," Callahan says. "Every time I’m over at his place, he's complaining about coaching rich kids and how some guy forced their kid on the team with new unif- not you! Someone else, for sure. I’m just...shutting up now."

If looks could kill Hopper would still contemplate shooting his probie with a gun because Steve concludes, "So, no one likes me."

"Everyone likes you, kid," Hopper says, but his voice sounds angry. All this kid wants is friends.

Steve is the youngest on the team by a couple years because Richard Harrington got the age requirement waived. Hopper gets being annoyed by it. He gets benching the kid most of the season, but he does not understand this unnecessary bullshit cruelty.

"Hey, hon." Hopper nearly misses their waitress approach. "Are these gentlemen who you called to help with the bi-"

"No."

"Give us a minute," Hopper tells her when she tries to shift gears and take their drink order. He takes a moment, reassesses, and then lays out, "So, your coach-"

"My friend."

"-drove a bunch of kids twenty-five minutes out of town, racked up a bill of probably hundreds, and left you-"

"On accident," Steve sniffles.

"-with no safe way home and with the check? And none of those kids had a problem with it," He finishes. "These people are not your friends, Steve."

"Can you stop talking to me?" Steve asks with a voice brimming with tears. He presses his hands into his eyes, "My heart hurts."

"I’m sorry, kid."

"I want - I want my mama."

Hopper almost says that he'll take the kid home when he sees a familiar car pull into the parking lot. He watched the car park, the headlights go out, and an imposing figure step from the vehicle, "She's here, kid."

And she looks pissed.

Angela Harrington was never a particularly intimidating figure - too petite, too young, too classic in her beauty - but she moved like a storm into the restaurant.

"I called her," Steve says, pulling him away from the pissed off hurricane heading towards them. "Mr Hopper, you know how I’m big?"

"Yeah, Steve."

"And big kids don't cry none."

"They-"

"I don't want to be big right now," He says and then crumbled into tears. Angela just reaches their table when Steve cries, "Mama, I’m so sad."

Angela's anger melts to understanding, to a mother's heartache, in the seconds she picks up her sobbing child. He clings. She holds him tight, rest her cheek to the top of his head and assures him that it's okay. He'll be okay.

And then it's gone.

Her eyes glaze over with its usual unreadable aloofness and she says to the officers, "Thank you for keeping him company until I got here."

"No problem."

She reached into her pocket and pulls out cash, "He said there was a bill..."

"Don't worry about it," Powell says before Hopper. "I spoke with the manager and we agreed the meals should be paid for by their rightful owner. It won't be too hard to track them down."

"Good," She says, trying to hand them the money. "For your-"

"Ours is on the house, don't worry about it."

Only, the med students misunderstand his very generous descriptions of the man and think Whitaker is suffering from a case of missing his boss/husband. Something none of them question because Whitaker gets a bit emotional whenever someone mentions the man. But they’re very curious as to why he gets downright annoyed whenever Dr. Santos questions how he’s getting on with his and Robby’s empty place.

They hope their questions will be answered when Robby returns. But when Dr. Robby eventually gets back from his sabbatical and they tell him his husband has told them a lot about him, they’re further confused when the man asks, “My husband?”

One of the students is smart enough to correct, “Sorry, your boyfriend.”

But when Robby frowns at them, they all slowly turn to Dr. Whitaker and point at him.

One of them even shouts, “Dr. Whitaker, your husband is back!”

And they watch as Dr. Whitaker turns a shade of red they’ve never seen before and Dr. Santos cackles so loud that Dana has to shush her and drag her away.

Hmm alright let's tie this into SimonSays.

Grace meets Simon and constantly sees a woman hanging around the man. She looks so much like Simon, almost as pretty as him too (don't tell Simon he said that!) but Grace knows she's not real. Just like how the boy on the corner isn't real. Or how the little girl that hangs around Elli the eel isn't real. Or that poor pup with the party hat at that one tree isn't real. Grace just stays quiet. Then the woman starts talking.

"You're doing great little apple, keep going."

"You take your time, this boy is so nice."

She's rather motherly. Even occasionally lecturing Ryland himself. She calls him Gracie.

"Gracie! Look both ways before you cross the road!"

"Gracie, you need to sleep."

So on and so forth.

She was at the wedding. She walked Simon down the aisle, her on his left, Adrian on his right.

She doesn't show up in the apartment often. When she does, she's sitting by the girl who hangs around Elli simply watching Simon cheering her on occasionally.

A few years into their marriage, Simon notices Grace staring off to the side.

"What are you looking at, my Polaris?"

Grace takes a breath and says, "I've been see things since I was young. A boy at the street corner by the school. A dog with a party hat by a tree with a fallen branch. When I was younger there was this girl I would play with. That was before she was called an imaginary friend."

Simon sat up straighter. "Mhm. Go on."

Another shaky breath. "You're the first person I've told. Not even Colt knows. I know they aren't real. But they can be interesting. Especially the woman the seems to hang around you."

Simon sucked in a sharp breath. "A woman? Who hangs around me?"

Grace chortles. "Yeah. She showed up after I met you. Only really shows up around you as well. Kinda looks like you as well."

Simon's eyes widen. His voice shakes as he asks, "What does she look like?"

Grace smiles softly, then turns to the other end of the couch, where of course, no one is sitting. "She has dark eyes, almost black, like yours. Her hair is straight, and brown, and pulled into a ponytail. She's always wearing this dark muted blue dress."

Simon hiccupped, catching his husband's attention. Tears streamed down the darker haired man's face.

"Oh! Simon, what's wrong?" Grace asked, cupping Simon's cheek and brushing away the tears with his thumb.

Through soft sobs Simon fumbled for his locket. He clicked it open and showed it to Grace. "Is-is this her? Is-is she the woman you see?" He asked, voice thick with tears. Grace's eyes widen. He nods.

"Yes. Yes, that's her," he confirms.

Simon hiccups once more, then smiles. "Angel. That's my mom."

Okay ending it here but I can totally write more if people want.

Oh my god 😭 I love this

"Your...mom? As in the one who died?" Grace asks eyes flicking between the locket and the woman.

"Yeah. My mother. Her name was Angela," Simon nods, wiping tears from his eyes. "You've never seen her picture till now. Can you tell me more about what she does when you see her?"

Grace gulps, breathes in, and files away the fact that he can see ghosts for later panic. "She walked you down the aisle. She was on your left."

Simon hiccupped again, a fresh set of tears falling down his face. Grace leans forward, kissing a few of them away before he continues, "She's also lectured us both. Me for my sleep schedule in college, and I once forgot to look both ways before crossing the street. For you, it's every time you don't curl your fingers when chopping veg and stuff for dinner."

"Wait, she-she can speak?" Simon asks, tilting slightly upright.

Grace blinks, then answers, "Yeah. Calls you 'Little Apple' and me 'Gracie'."

Simon chuckles. "She always was big on nicknames." A semi-transparent hand waved in front of Grace, getting his attention.

Angela smiled softly at Grace. "I would've done this sooner had I known you could see and hear me, but Gracie, could you do me a favor?" The blonde nodded, signaling to the ghost to continue. "Could you tell my little apple I love him?" With a nod, Grace turned back to Simon.

"Starshine? What is it?" Simon asks, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

"Angela wanted me to pass on a message," Grace starts softly. "She wanted me to tell you that she loves you." With that, the waterworks return.

Should I tell you how each of the ghosts Grace mentioned seeing died? Two of them are refrences!

Omg😭 Simon getting emotional I can’t-

Court: Same.

Ryland: me too.

*both brothers stare at Ryland in disbelief*

Ryland: What? It was the only time I ever took a pill from a stranger and it was in college!

Court: You did what?

Colt: Did you see a unicorn?

*Court just turns to stare at Colt, eyes narrowing*

*Colt tries not to sweat nervously while his elder bro wears an expression wanting to ask so many questions*

Colt: ...Just answer the question.

Ryland: ...No. I did see hallucinate being in a space relationship with a rock alien and a hot, mutated Asian guy that looked an awful lot like Markiplier tho

Colt and Court: ...

Ryland: What?

Colt: Ry's monsterfucker confirmed

Court:

I really don't think we in the Coltlandgentry AU space talk enough about the fact that Courtland (in the Grey Man books) is technically an addict. (Which I personally think is a shame.) He's sober, but he was addicted to opioids.

Like, there's Colt, who broke his back and made, quite frankly, a miraculous recovery. As someone who's been through PT, the fact that he got back on his feet and got into that kind of shape in the amount of time he did is a miracle. And he didn't get addicted. He doesn't even seem to be suffering from withdrawals when, by all rights, he should have been on so many pain meds.

And then there's Ryland "turn the clock to Moscow so I can get more pain meds" Grace. To be fair, he was dealing with massive burns over most of his body, and healing from burns is something I would not wish on anyone. Yet he seemingly recovered without cravings afterward. Not to mention the headcanon that he partied hard in college.

And then there's Courtland "I got shot for the first time, took opioids once, and now I'm immediately addicted" Gentry.

Like, there is so much potential here.

It also gives Court more character and his own depths. It makes him more human and brings him down from the stone wall of badassery that I see so often in fics— the guy who's somehow completely unaffected by his own body, pain, or limitations. Give my man some humanity and weak points beyond loving his brothers and Claire.

Both Colt and Court work high danger jobs, and sometimes Ryland does too. His is just working with dangerous chemicals or unknown substances before he became a teacher.

But I love the idea that Ryland had his own adrenaline fueled dangers acts too

"oh yeah, I could never do donuts until Ryland showed me," Colt admits to Jody at night, sitting on a set that was getting refined for another shot.

"your brother? The one that came four weeks ago? With the glasses and chemical compound pun t-shirts?" Jody asked, resting her arms over her mounted dolly camera.

Hear me out on this one! Grace being nervous and stressed because there is a big event coming up and instinctively stress bakes. Like there are trays of cookies, cupcakes, muffins, brownies, you name it, everywhere in the kitchen. Simon is glad to devour all of them. He never got sweets or baked goods as a treat and now he fully enjoys things he missed out on.

Oh my god YES!!

Grace is a wizard when it comes to baking so whenever Simon can smell something he’s baking he knows that it either means, grace is stressed OR he is baking for the bake sale for the school. Either way, Simon gets to be a taste tester and listen to Grace tell him what’s wrong and he gets to give Grace advice.

Bonus if it is streamer Simon x teacher Grace. Simon is streaming and can smell the most amazing thing in his entire life and he almost starts drooling.

“Chat, if you could smell the deliciousness coming from my kitchen right now. My god!” Grace comes and soon brings him a massive fucking slice of cake as a snack with some coffee and Simon is so happy chat swears they see him do a little happy dance. He always shows the camera and chat always says things like:

“Oh my god that looks amazing Papa star!”

“I NEED PAPA STAR TO OPEN A BAKERY!” Grace laughs at that off screen.

“May you share with us, Simon?!” Which Simon says “I don’t know, CAN you?”

I looove all of your AUs and wanted to pick your brain on how it might go down!! (to maybe get inspire for a possible fiction... Maybe perchance herhaps)

Good morning! That’s so sweet of you to say! You all have been really nice with my silly little AU’s it’s insane!

I imagine if Simon did answer the phone and hears Grace begging and pleading, he asks Grace where he is and that he’s coming to get him right away. Simon accidentally puts it on speaker phone so chat can hear it and they’re all telling Simon to leave and go save him and to call the police and Simon completely forgets to shut off stream because he’ll just waste more time shutting off stream and Grace could be badly hurt or worse!

It’s hours and hours later when Simon comes back home and he goes into his streaming room, sits at the chair and he looks shell shocked and chat is asking if he’s alright, if Grace is alright and Simon doesn’t say anything and just shuts off stream and chat hears a soft “I’m sorry-“

Simon has been streaming for just over two-and-a-half hours at this point, jumping around the Minecraft world he has been playing on for the past few streams, when his phone vibrates aggressively on his desk. He doesn't answer the first time. He usually doesn’t when he is streaming, but when it begins to vibrate again seconds later, he knows something is up. He gives a quick glance at chat, before picking his phone up from his desk. Ryland’s contact name stares up at him from the screen and Simon can’t help the small pit that forms in his stomach.

As soon as the call connects, Ryland’s voice is pleading and begging in his ear for help. Simon’s face pales, blood draining from his face at his husband’s tone. Simon has heard the other man angry, sad, exhausted, grieving even, but he has never heard him like this. “Angel? What’s going on, darling? Talk to me.”

“They’re trying to kill me, Simon- They want to send me to space on this suicide mission to another solar system! You have to come get me! I don’t want to die.. I don’t want to go, Simon! They can’t- can’t make me go!”

Simon almost drops his phone at the revelation that someone is apparently trying to kill his husband, the device slipping from his grip and in his attempt to catch the device, puts it on speaker. “Ryland what do you mean they are trying to send you to space?! Who is they? You need to take a deep breath my love. Talk to me!”

“Stratt- and- and the government! I don’t know! They want me on this Project Hail Mary mission to Tau Ceti that I told you about, but since the explosion killed their scientist, they want to send me instead! I’m not an astronaut- I- I don’t know what to do.”

Simon sits speechless for a few moments, staring blankly at his computer screen. They want to send Ryland— his Ryland— to space on a suicide mission. He doesn’t know what to say, doesn't know how to respond. He looks at chat briefly; they’re all collectively screaming at him to go to Ryland. He doesn’t even think after that. He’s out of his chair without even ending the stream. He can’t afford to waste a single minute when Ryland is in danger.

“Ryland, angel, you need to tell me where you are. Where do I need to go to find you?”

“The biology research and testing laboratory in Sacramento. They want to bring me to Mirny, Russia for launch in 3 days.”

“Fuck.. I’m on my way, alright? I’m coming to get you.”

What should have been a thirty-minute drive takes Simon sixteen. He doesn’t remember much after he gets in the car, only that he blows through more than one red light to get to Ryland. He hardly parks before getting out of the car and rushing through the front doors of the laboratory— straight past the two military guards standing at the entrance. He walks right past the front desk, ignoring the calls from the receptionist. Bursting through a set of double doors, he calls Ryland’s name desperately. He has no clue how to navigate this place, or where Ryland is, but he’s running on pure adrenaline. Worst-case scenarios run through his head: What if they already took Ryland away? What if he resisted and they hurt him— or worse?

There is a set of doors that lead to an outside facility, a sign reading ‘medbay’ and ‘holding’. Simon doesn’t even have a chance to fully process the words on the sign before the doors are flying open under the sheer force he is throwing himself into them with. 

Once he’s outside, security has been alerted of his presence in the building, and are chasing after him. The guards try to corner him against the fence of what he assumes to be the building with all the holding cells. He tries to ignore the implications of his husband being held in this lab like a prisoner; the thoughts only motivating him further. His husband is being held against his will to be sent on a suicide mission, and they’re holding him like he’s the dangerous one! Ryland would never hurt a soul! He catches and releases any and all bugs outside instead of killing them! 

Simon scales the tall fence surrounding the holding building, jumping over it into a small courtyard type patch of grass and concrete. He turns, and is suddenly face-to-face with a blond, middle-aged woman in a black cardigan.

“Mr. Grace. I figured it wouldn’t have been long until you showed up. My name is Eva Stratt. I’m the lead coordinator of Project Hail Mary. I think it’s about time we sit and have a chat.”

“Where is Ryland?” Simon presses before Stratt can even finish her introduction, desperate to find him and bring him home.

“I understand your concern Mr. Grace, but Dr. Grace is a crucial piece of this very complicated puzzle we have found ourselves having to piece together in order to save the world. I’m sure you understand.”

“No, I don’t, actually! I don’t understand why it had to be Ryland! He’s not an astronaut! He-He didn’t sign up for this!” Simon is yelling now, face flushed from running and climbing. “You need to release him! Now!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mr. Grace. The fate of the world depends on this mission launching on schedule. Dr. Grace is the only viable candidate.” 

“That’s bullshit!”

“I apologize, Mr. Grace. My hands are tied.”

“So that’s it? You send my husband— my best friend— into space to die and I’m just supposed to accept it?!” Simon is almost at a loss for words— almost. “You have to have someone else capable of doing the job! Ryland cannot be the only one qualified enough for this!”

“Please do not make this any harder than it already is. I do not want to have  my men drag you out.”

Simon scoffs to hide the dread that is quickly spreading through his gut, “Can I at least say goodbye?”

“You may, but it must be quick.”

Stratt leads him into the holding building, down a dark hallway where Ryland is being kept. His footsteps echo, the noise ringing in his ears. When they reach Ryland’s cell, he is already lying in a medical bed, wires and tubes hooked up to him. He’s unconscious, presumably in a coma. 

Simon’s rage boils over. “What the fuck did you do to him?! This— This isn’t fair! You’re killing him! This is murder! He doesn’t want this!”

“I’m doing what I need to do, Mr. Grace. I understand that this is difficult for you, but it’s for the greater good of humanity.”

“I don’t want to live in a world—this humanity— without Ryland! I don’t think you understand! I don’t think you’ve ever felt anything in your entire life! That’s the only reason I can think of why you are okay with tearing him away from me like this!”

Stratt stiffens only slightly, but enough for Simon to catch it. He’s hit a nerve. A large one at that, because Stratt turns to the guards standing behind him, and gestures for them to take him away. Simon kicks, and swings at them, but they grab hold of his arms.

He’s thrown out into the parking lot, standing defeated. He attempts to get back past them, but they point large automatic weapons at him. He’s left no choice but to relent and go back to his car. The drive home is silent, Simon’s thoughts and emotions too loud and too much for him to properly voice in that moment. 

Walking through the threshold, Simon is made abruptly aware of the silence. Their house was never quiet. Ever. From his streaming, or Ryland’s audiobooks or podcasts, there was always some noise. In that moment, Simon is made abruptly aware of the fact that he never shut off his stream. It is still running in his office. It has been for… four hours now. 

Fuck.

Simon rightfully distraught says he can't do this anymore and doesn't even look at his computer for months.

Ow it hurts so good. Yes! 😭

Even chat around that time is also expecting Grace to walk in and tell them their science fact of the day but nothing.

Simon sits down after being radio silent for months and records a YouTube video sighing sadly and saying.

“Hey guys. You’re uh. Probably wondering why I haven’t streamed in a long time….or made any content. God I’ve tried to film this video so many times now…… as you all know, I haven’t been myself ever since the incident and you’re probably wondering what? Why?” Simon rubs his face and he has tears in his eyes.

“My husband is Dr Ryland Grace.” On the screen is a photo of them together. One of the last photos they took together. “As you may know, Grace was a scientist…..he worked on helping solve why the sun was dying slowly….. Grace didn’t want to go to space. He didn’t want to be sent on what is a suicide mission…… I won’t ever get to see the love of my life ever again.” Simon tears up and he swallows them down before sighing. “I’m so used to seeing him everywhere. I wake up and expect to see him laying beside me or in the kitchen cooking or fuck! Even bringing me snacks whilst I stream but…..he won’t ever get to do that again…..I won’t ever get to hear him speak. I won’t ever get to feel his touch. I won’t ever get to hold him as we take our last breaths together.”

The video cuts and Simon is sitting there with tears stained cheeks again and saying “I’m sorry. I don’t think I can ever stream again…..it’s too painful for me and I know some people will say that’s selfish of me to say but I don’t care. I don’t know if I’ll ever come back on here but I hope we’ve made some lasting memories together in the time that we’ve spent together. So, if you don’t mind, I want to show you the Ryland grace I know and love. Not as the hero Earth but as my husband. Thank you for watching.”

The screen goes black and it plays an audio of what they can hear of Grace saying “are you recording me again?”

“What? No. I’m just taking pictures.” The camera is blinded by light and they see a younger Grace turning around to look back at the camera that Simon is holding and Simon says “I want to remember the beautiful man that will someday become my husband.”

Grace blushes and asks softly “do you mean that, Si?”

“I do. With every fibre of my being.”

It cuts to their first dance at their wedding, it’s a beautiful sight.

The video then transitions into some phone video of Simon in front of the camera pulling funny faces and they can hear Grace laugh as he zooms in. “Pull a nice one! I want it to be my lockscreen!”

“Ok ok!” Simon smiles nicely and they hear a soft “look how handsome.” And Simon in the video, comes over to him and mumbles “no you’re the handsome one, my love.”

Grace who has a chronic condition that makes it hard for him to stream. Grace who has brain damage from an accident that makes him lose his memory. Grace who uses crutches and/or a cane. Grace who has burn scars and nerve damage.

Grace who mainly does science and knitting/crotchet streams. Grace who sometimes sits in with Simon and knits or crotchets while Simon streams. Grace who affectionately helps name the pets in Minecraft/any game that allows you to have pets. Grace who suggests the name Ice To Meet You for a ranged weapon that deals frost damage.

Put that man in situations, both good and bad. Also, I think that Grace's channel name would have something to do with foxes.

Omg yes! I like the idea of Grace becoming a part time streamer! He does it when he came which is most of the time, once a month but he gets a lot of viewers who are so kind and understanding and he starts to get a fanbase separate from Simon.

I can picture Simon puts in a sofa in the background and they sometimes see Grace crocheting or knitting in the background after his face reveal and Simon will turn around and always ask him if he’s ok and says that chat is asking how he is and Grace opens up about his chronic illness and that sometimes he tells chat that I didn’t want to get out of bed today but I pushed myself to get out and Simon is like “you didn’t tell me this-“

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

“I’m allowed to worry, star.”

Grace’s fanbase love that he is so open about his chronic illness and stuff because some of his fans have similar conditions and they kind of bond over it.

He absolutely comes up with pun names for weapons if Simon asks him and tells him what the weapon does! 😭 I can imagine Simon playing minecraft and saying “star, I got a new wolf, want to help me name it?” And Grace comes over and looks at it and says how cute it is before saying a really sweet or thought out name.

I looove all of your AUs and wanted to pick your brain on how it might go down!! (to maybe get inspire for a possible fiction... Maybe perchance herhaps)

Good morning! That’s so sweet of you to say! You all have been really nice with my silly little AU’s it’s insane!

I imagine if Simon did answer the phone and hears Grace begging and pleading, he asks Grace where he is and that he’s coming to get him right away. Simon accidentally puts it on speaker phone so chat can hear it and they’re all telling Simon to leave and go save him and to call the police and Simon completely forgets to shut off stream because he’ll just waste more time shutting off stream and Grace could be badly hurt or worse!

It’s hours and hours later when Simon comes back home and he goes into his streaming room, sits at the chair and he looks shell shocked and chat is asking if he’s alright, if Grace is alright and Simon doesn’t say anything and just shuts off stream and chat hears a soft “I’m sorry-“