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Oh the dialogue parallels make me sick I have to draw these guys more fuck LOOK AT THEM. CANNON SPACE YAOI HAS ENTERED THE CHAT!! (I mean ik its the expected outcome but yk, the journey here and such)
*THE FOLLOWING IS NOT INTENDED TO BE UM- RUDE? I’m just yapping to yap and painting the picture i’m imagining in my head I love everything happening in this comic and by no means am correcting it!!*
Smackin lips in space like Stratt intended
I’m imagining her accidentally peeking at them when they had their first kiss on earth and mumbling to herself with a slight smile, “hmph, T for T” and then when the explosion happened and she ended up sending them both to space. Colt and Ava track her down separately after seeing the news and going “HE WOULD NEVER DO THIS WHAT HAPPENED” and so shes just like well, it had to happen, first queer couple in space🤷♀️ to which they both just stare at her like “wa-“
Ava sits there thinking like well… well? And comes to terms with it fairly quickly because she knew he was on the verge of *harming himself permanently* if you will (this is a hc idk if this is actually true but it sounded like it was alluded to), and just hopes he’s actually happy. Fast forward years later when they send all the info back from space she gets a special video from them and its Simon talking about how he’s doing okay and introducing grace officially and talking about him a bit (with grace’s own quips) before he thanks her for everything she did for him, and grace thanks her as well for helping simon so they could meet, then they say goodbye to her forever.
Colt gets similar treatment, but when he leaves after finding out the true origins of Grace getting sent to space it throws him into a spiral for a couple days and then he decides to pick his life up. Reaches out to his family, cleans his house and shit and then segway into the whole Fall guy win the girl, light blackmail for a job, i’ve found a new sense of purpose and also end up back together with my hot ex. “I have to live for grace” kinda mindset, and then ofc he gets his own video from the probe of Grace apologizing and hoping Colt is doing well. Introducing Simon, “if you- care… I am happy despite it all and just hope you are too” … “And Jesus christ, just text Jody or something dude” is the end bit of the message. Because the prob obviously takes years to get there colt has an entire ass family with her now and just cry laughs at the end of the video like “god fucking damnit ryland.”
Saving this for later maybe I come back and do things with these ideas hmmmm…
Also somehow in this time branch i’ve made Ava and Stratt end up together I don’t make the rules i’m morally obligated to say they end up smacking lips. Maybe colt and ava exchange numbers to talk about simon and grace, end up becoming friends, I think they would actually be friends thinking about it-
Anywhoo theres my “i’m obsessed with this and have to word vomit” rant LMAO ALSO WONDERFUL ADDITION WELCOME TO THE UNIVERSE COLT HAPPY TO SEE YOU HERE BUD
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Look, just give me a second, I beg you. Grace has Simon, Stratt gets Ava, so I think it would only be fair if Carl got an Iron Lung friend. Now, wouldn’t David be a better pair, yeah probably…buuuut- maybe I just wanted to draw Jack okay. I’m a man of simple desires. Sue me. Idc if he was on screen for less than a minute, that just leaves me the room to make up shit regarding him and their dynamic. I’ve already integrated him into my Iron Hail Mary AU’s plot so you’re stuck dealing with this duo alright /silly
I present other drawings to further brainwash you:
They’re both very pretty and very fun to doodle. Regarding his injuries, minus the large scars on his arm, stomach, and right leg; Jack doesn’t have consistent wounds. So you’ll see a wide variety of how cut up this lad gets.
And obviously more of them interacting. They have such an unserious friendship, I love them. Fun fact, Jack dies in the explosion btw
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Grace nearly jumps out of his skin when Simon appears right in front of him at the end of the hallway.
"SAHMON!" he yelps a little in surprise. His heart almost leaps out of his throat but he immediately tries to downplay it. Okay, he needs to act natural, not draw any suspicions. "Wh-What brings you here?" he tries to casually ask, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
Simon crosses his arms and leans against the doorway, blocking his path. Smart man. He can't help but notice how the fabric of his sleeve is stretched to its maximum capacity over his bulging bicep. He can see the way the meat of it spills slightly over at the bottom of the sleeve. Smart and unfairly attractive. Enough for him to forget where he is for a second.
"Nothing," Simon starts with a shrug of the shoulders. "Just waiting for you to pass by so we can talk," he continues with a sharpness in his voice.
"Waiting? How long have you been hiding there?" Grace asks, desperately trying to steer the conversation in another direction.
"An hour," Simon answers casually.
"AN HOUR?!"
"I was not going to chase you down around the ship, Ryland," he states.
Good choice. Even if it’s been proven recently that he very much doesn't mind Simon on top of him. He's still not over the last time he was chased down. He doesn't think he'll ever be. The feeling of countless hands pushing him down and pressing him into the ground still causes him to wake up in the middle of the night feeling like he's suffocating. To this day, he still tenses at the memory alone.
"So, what's with the impromptu meeting?" he tries to play it off. He's internally begging for him not to bring it up.
"Don't play stupid, Ryland. It's not a good look on you," Simon rebuked, looking totally unimpressed by his behaviour.
Okay, he's not sure if he should take that as a compliment or not. But, oh, this is bad. He's been avoiding Simon since the last um, incident and he really thought he had been careful enough that it wouldn't be noticed. But it was. He had asked Grace not to make a big deal out of it, but he did and now Simon's patience is running out. Did he hurt his feelings? Oh, please, anything but this. He doesn't want Simon to feel bad because of him.
"I wasn't-"
"Don't lie," Simon interrupts firmly but nonetheless gently.
"Okay," Grace breathes out, defeated. "So, maybe–" he starts but Simon cocks his head to the side with a raised eyebrow, already completely unconvinced by what he's about to say. It’s such an attractive look on him that it’s making Garce even more nervous. He surrenders.
"Okay, yes, I admit it. I've been avoiding you," he confesses, embarrassed.
"Okay. Want to explain to me why? Did I actually make you uncomfortable?" Simon asks, worried.
Great, he's made everything worse. Now, Simon is blaming himself again. This is a disaster.
"No, you really really didn't. Trust me," he says, insisting on the "really".
Simon breathes out a short laugh at that and smiles softly. That's better.
"So, you're just embarrassed."
"Yeah,"
"Physical attraction is normal, you know," Simon reassures.
"I know, don't talk to me like I'm a teenager. I'm older than you," Grace jokingly reminds him.
"You're right, sorry," Simon chuckles, ducking his head a little in a poor attempt to hide it.
He's trying really hard to sell this whole 'we are having a serious conversation' thing, huh? It's cute. Happiness looks absolutely enchanting on him.
"I'm more embarrassed about putting you in an uncomfortable situation. Especially since you're not interested," he confesses.
Hopefully in a way that doesn’t come off as too pathetic. The trust that was built between them is still new and fragile. He hates the idea of making things awkward between them because of his feelings for him. But at the end of the day, he still managed to do it by avoiding him and causing this whole intervention.
"Who said I wasn't interested?"
Everything falls silent; the only things he can hear are the sounds of Mary.
“Huh?” he inquires like the true wordsmith that he is.
"If a relationship is what you want, I’m interested. I would have told you that earlier if you weren’t bolting in the opposite direction the moment you see me.”
“Okay, I was not bolting,” he rectifies.
“You tripped over Rocky. I’m surprised you didn’t roll your ankle or something.”
“Okay, I get it. More importantly, you want me?” Grace asks, flabbergasted.
“I want you,” he affirms. Grace almost melts on the spot, shot dead with happiness by the words. His heart kicks up and heat blooms within him. “So much,” he adds with a whisper.
“Oh,” he breathes.
He wants him! He wants to start a relationship with him! For them to be together! Romantically! This is exactly what he wanted! He’s so overwhelmed with joy that it feels like his chest is going to burst.
“If we do this,” Simon adds, pointing to the two of them. “We’ll have to take things slow. We are from different worlds and went through some shit. I don’t want to hurt you because of that…” he trails off.
Simon's shoulders tense up at what seems to be the idea alone. He looks away from Grace’s eyes and he uses his crossed arms to hold himself. His eyebrows are slightly furrowed and his eyes are full of concern. Grace wishes they had led easier lives.
“Of course, we’ll go at whatever pace you need,” Grace reassures him.
“The pace we need. Not just mine. You’re a part of this too,” Simon rectifies.
“Yes, of course. We’ll let each other know if anything ever comes up.”
“Deal,” Simon agrees with a smile. He holds out his hand and Grace can’t help but laugh a little.
“We are shaking on it?”
“Might as well,” Simon joked with a shoulder shrug.
Oh, well, it’s not like Grace minds. Any excuse is good to hold Simon’s hand. He takes his hand in his and shakes it. There’s just something about his hand in his that just feels right.
Grace is overworking himself again. Simon has already told him four times to go to bed and Rocky twice, but he hasn't listened. He’s incredibly stubborn, especially when it’s about work. Apparently, he hasn’t been able to focus these days because of what happened in the cockpit and now that it’s settled, he has work to catch up on.
Simon didn't want things to come to this but he's leaving him no other choice. He’s skipping meals and barely sleeping. He knows they agreed to take things slow but he tried to talk to Grace multiple times and he couldn’t get through to him. He's going to have to use his trump card. It might work or not but that’s just how life is.
He stands in front of the only mirror they own and stares at his reflection. He doesn't really get it but Grace is, without a doubt, into him. Is there anything he can do to look even more attractive? Should he let his hair down or does Grace like it up better? Simon isn't good with these things. When the world is dying and humanity is on its last leg, people don't really waste time thinking about these types of things. Especially when finding something to eat is an everyday struggle.
He knows that taking off his shirt is a sure win but it will be way too obvious and he would feel a little ridiculous doing that. Well, it wouldn’t be the most daring thing he did, considering he literally straddled Grace once. He still can't believe he did that. This is so embarrassing. His face still burns at the memory. At least, Grace insisted that he didn't freak him out. Yeah, no, he’s definitely keeping his shirt on.
He walks into the room and takes in the sight of Grace working. He’s hunched over the desk and he doesn’t know how he can hold this position for so long. His back must be killing him. Simon sighs, grabs a chair and rolls it to where Grace is working. He sits beside him and leans into his personal space to check what he's doing.
His eyes land on Grace's face, and his eyes when he's working are always a sight. Stunning piercing blues in complete concentration behind golden frames. Sharp eyebrows and lovely fine lines at the outer corners of his eyes. Strands of dirty blond hair that shine under the artificial lights falling on his face and a pen behind the ear. Simon really doesn't get what Grace sees in him when he's himself, so attractive. It really doesn’t help that he is the smartest man Simon has ever met.
"Planning to take a break soon?" he asks and Grace startles.
"Simon? How long have you been there?"
"Five minutes. Are you going to take a break?" he repeats.
"Oh, not now. I know I'm about to figure something out. I'll go to bed once I'm done," he says before immediately going back to what he's working on.
"Really, now?" he says, unconvinced and displeased by his answer.
Okay, time to suggest that he take a break by making it more convincing. Or, like Grace had called it, "distracting". He throws his arm around his shoulder to play with a strand of hair at the back of his neck. No reaction. He lost him to his project again. Well, he leaves him no other choice. Simon grabs the side of Grace's swivel chair and rolls it fast towards him, making them collide a little. Grace grabs onto the edge of the desk by reflex to stabilse himself and lets out a surprised yelp. Their sides are now pressed flush against each other. Simon slowly turns to Grace and leans on his shoulder.
“Uhm, Simon?” Grace asks.
"How cruel, Ryland," he breathes right into his ear, teasing.
From this close, he can see the exact path the shudder takes as it runs through Grace. Bullseye. So he likes his voice too. Simon then rolls his chair so that he can be behind Grace's and speak in his other ear.
"Making me worry about you like that," he sighs with a hoarse voice he hopes is tantalising enough.
He plays with the collar of Grace’s shirt, purposefully grazing his skin with his fingers. That earns him a sharp intake of breath. He then runs his hand through the soft hair at the back of Grace's head and he leans back into the feeling, eyes falling shut.
"I was about to go take a shower and here you are stressing me out," he pretends to complain.
He removes his hand and Grace's eyes open, half-lidded. He rests both his arm and prosthetic on his shoulders. The hands start to deeply massage the tense muscles there, skin is hot under his fingers. Eyes flutter and his grip on the desk strengthens.
"Now you, working there, will be the only thing on my mind while I'm in the shower-"
"Naked," Simon went on, pushing deep into a knot. He changes ear.
"And wet," he adds, highlighting the word.
He undoes the knot and carefully breathes on the flush skin at the nape of his neck. Grace breathes out a soft “hah”. Simon gets up slowly, using his weight to apply pressure on his shoulders and walks around the desk until he can see Grace's face. He's a wreck. Satisfaction blooms in his stomach. Now for the final blow.
"I'll guess I'll have to find a way to de-stress while I'm in there,” he continues as he rests a hand on his own breastbone, pretending to be deep in thought. He then lets his hand travel down his own body, following each curve of his form and hooking a finger in the waist of his pants. He pulls it down a little, showing Grace a hint of the skin hidden underneath.
“I wonder what I could possibly think about to help me with that," he insinuates with a throaty voice.
Slowly, he lets his eyes fall meaningfully on Grace again. His are already zeroed in on him, work forgotten and breathing laboured. A completely open book. Simon’s eyes trail down Grace’s body, taking him in with a heated gaze. Throat, shoulders, clavicle, chest, stomach, hips, and legs. Devoured within seconds by his eyes. When he looks back up again, Grace looks decimated. He won.
"I'll let you work then," Simon finally says casually after a short silence. He turns around to walk out of the room.
“Wha-”
“Good luck,” he adds with a smile now that Grace can’t see his face as he walks away.
“Wait-”
“Have fun!”
"You're cruel," Simon hears Grace whisper.
"I don't know what you mean," he says on his way out of the room.
On his way to the shower, it's hard for him to stop himself from laughing but he has to keep it in. Grace could hear him from where he is. Once he's inside and the door is locked, he can finally laugh. Harmless fun like this was always rare for him. This is nice.
Once he walks into the bedroom after a long and nice shower, Grace makes a beeline for the bathroom. Avoiding eye contact. Woops, he might have overdone it a little. Oh well, it was for his health. He hopes Grace will forgive him for getting him a little too excited.
Sorry for the time, guys. Life has been kicking my ass. I'm literally sick as I'm typing this.
I wanted to thank you for the 3k on my other post! This is crazy! I can't believe so many people loved my writing.
This one isn't as good as the first but I hope you'll like it anyway.
If you don't know what I'm talking about there: Part 1.
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