#hcs

coworker!simon who likes to pretend he’s going into the tech lounge for a cup of coffee (he prefers tea) when really he just wants to see if you’re in there taking a break.

“u techies ain’t doin anythin all day?” is what you hear as bootstraps come into your line of sight. you raise a brow and look up at him from where you’re brewing a fresh cup of coffee. “don’t you soldiers have your own break room to bother people in??” you uttered with barely hidden distaste. he was glad for his mask covering that small smirk-your attitude went straight to his dick. “this place ‘as got the good coffee” he looks down at you, his voice gravelly in your ears. “soap said u hate coffee.” you call him out with a slow sip from the mug. he mentally curses the scott. “must be confused.”

coworker!simon who enjoys teasing you even though the man barely utters more than 5 words per conversation most of the time. he just loooves being in your space, not even to make fun of you, but just to see what you’re up to.

“whaddya even do when there’s no missions on schedule aye?” he comes up behind you and asks in that low scratchy accent you only hear in the mornings..hot. but that doesn’t matter. “do you always bother people who are trying to work” you grumble out as your eyes focus on the code at hand, fingers typing rapidly. he lets out a gruff …laugh? you’re not entirely sure. “too pretty to be wasting your time behind that screen.” you freeze, he doesn’t compliment you usually, just the annoying comment here and there. “well i enjoy my job.” “yeah?” you could hear the smirk in his voice. “what if i convinced you to look away from that g’damn screen. this weekend. dinner?” you tilted your head, a smug look crossing your face as you look up at him. he raised a brow, waiting.he’d never let on, but fuck was he nervous. “sure.” one short word from you lit him up.

coworker!simon who loomed gravely outside your comparatively cute and dainty house as he waited for you to open the door. you did, in a number that did crazy shit to his heart ..and dick.

“knew you’d look even more beautiful when you’re not behind that desk.” his mask was off, wanted to be real with you-not ghost but simon. you smiled slightly and stepped out. “thank you simon.” his following grin should indicate how the date went. a fancy restaurant followed by a dinner full of laughs, longing looks, and simon trying his fucking best to hide how much he wanted you. safe to say it went well on both sides.

coworker!simon who really really liked you. and he may not be great with words and that sappy bullshit but his mouth did wonders on its own.

he currently had tremendous amounts of blood rushing south in this moment. why? cus you were sitting on his face currently gripping the headboard for dear life as he dug his tongue deeper in your pussy. “si-simon wait” you breathed rapidly, knot forming fast in your stomach. he shook his head, groaning as he bucked his hips up into the air desperate for his own release. but he was too focused on you. “cum for me pretty, i wanna taste it.” he slurred into your flesh as he ate like you both didn’t just have dinner. “soo sweet” he panted. your high reached its peak and u tried to get off but he didn’t let you, fingers plunging in as you came hard, shivering and whimpering his name.

hcs w/ nanami kento: when you initiate

when you close the distance between you and nanami, his first reaction is to momentarily freeze.

he's surprised, but pleased. his brain just has to go offline for half a second first. then his eyebrows lift slightly, and he melts into you as soon as his body catches up with his head.

whether you grab his tie, pull him into a kiss, or initiate intimacy in bed, he feels the need to collect himself before letting go.

there's this pause where he's just looking at you like you've done something genuinely surprising. he won't say anything. but his ears are just red enough to notice.

the first time it happens, he genuinely doesn't know what to do with himself.

if you push him against the wall, he’ll stay there. hands hovering at your waist, eyes hooded.

he won’t take over unless you ask. you set the pace and nanami meets you with ease.

if there is ever a moment you falter or hesitate, he fills in, flipping the script smoothly. one hand cradling your jaw, the other bracing you, because his core need is your comfort, even if you're leading.

he’s secretly relieved. because nanami feels guilty about being ‘too tired’ or ‘too focused on work’ to make the first move, it lifts an invisible weight off his shoulder when you initiate.

after, he will press his lips to your temple, say nothing for a long moment. then quietly add a “thank you.”

actively hopes you'll continue doing it. leaves small hints. a lingering touch, a pointed look over his glasses.

observant by his nature, nanami becomes a student of your patterns. starts noticing when you're about to reach for his hand, when you're working up to something. he wouldn't ever stop you. instead nanami just makes it easier. angles himself toward you. leaves less distance between. he'd never admit out loud that's what he's doing.

are you initiating because you want to? he needs to know. nanami respects your emotional safety above all, and he won't shy away from pausing to ask—just once, simply, and if only something feels uncertain, even in the middle of your takeover.

“are you sure?”/“you don’t have to prove anything.”. the last thing he wants is for you to feel pressured to balance his reserved nature. once he believes you, he drops it.

the soft smile and sincere praise nanami offers afterwards feels like a reward for your boldness. he won't deny that, but he still fully means it. he lightly cups your cheek with his palm, only to gaze at you like you’ve solved a complex problem he’d been overthinking for weeks.

nanami will never reject you coldly, even when tired. makes sure to hold your initiating hand against his chest for a long moment. he's careful. doesn’t want to make you feel dismissed. sets boundaries gently.

he has a complicated relationship with how much he just likes it. nanami files the feeling away somewhere private — the way you just close the distance like it costs you nothing. he doesn't have a word for what it does to him. he doesn't look for one.

there's just something about you initiating that disarms nanami in a way he never would have expected. he has spent so long being deliberate and controlled, and you come and close the gap without ceremony. it does something to his mind. nanami can't name it. but he's thought about it more times than he cares to know.

once you grabbed his tie to pull him down to you, and he kissed you without hesitation then very calmly straightened it when done like nothing happened.

you have no clue that the thing that undoes nanami is way smaller than you would've thought. like holding his hand. unprompted, in the middle of nothing. as he reads. cooks. and he lets you. holds it a little tighter.

nanami gets almost playful about it eventually. once his trust runs deep, he starts leaving his tie slightly crooked on purpose. just to see if you'll fix it. just to see if you'll pull.

Yandere Boytoy! Who acts all confident and funny but becomes a babbling whiny mess the second you’re hand goes to his jeans button.

Yandere boytoy! Who’s confident enough to send you hundreds of dollars worth of flowers and show up to your Pilates class and stare at you the entire goddamn time but who’s face DROPS the second you actually look at him like you might want him.

Yandere boytoy! Who will spend his cute finance or tech big boy bonus to buy you a Bulgari serpenti bracelet but will cream his pants and cry if you actually send him a message that says “Thank You 💋” with a pic of it on your wrist(he will be using his absurd high graph hd expensive ass printer to make a photo and put it into a scrapbook he totally made when he learned who you were)

Yandere boytoy! Who somehow always knows where you are which is weird because you always post your stories after the fact and don’t recall EVER sharing your location so how the fuck-

Yandere boytoy! Who… has a job? But always seems like he’s in your business instead of his, so, this is really weird…

Yandere boytoy! Whose feelings you love messing with because you’re unsure about yours, but you know he’s cute, well off, and has a liking(crippling degrading delicious obsession) for you. ;)

I think Marina looks back on her time in the domes fondly :)

dynamic duo 🐥🐣

Because he had to succeed. He didn’t have the privilege or space to fall to pieces. Even after the pair were together again and on their way back. Anything could still happen. The taumoeba breaching containment and destroying his ship taught him that.

But as soon as he see’s Erid, and knows for sure that they made it, and at least for him now it’s over, he breaks down.

Consider if you will, the Hail Mary docking at the Eridian space elevator, and Rocky about to head down and explain everything, return a hero against all odds with a solution, who has Adrian and probably family and friends and fellow engineers waiting for him, but finds that the instant he’s far enough down, far enough away from the Hail Mary that he can no longer hear Grace and has no idea where he is, he panics. And panics so bad that he’s unable to go any further.

Grace has to instead invite a bunch of wary Eridian scientists, doctors, and world leaders onto his ship and handle explaining their situation and the presenting of their findings himself. Which ends up working out because by then he’s basically fluent in the Eridian language and as the scientist is better equipped to answer questions anyway, but it’s extremely worrisome, and causes plenty of problems and delays.

And after all that’s done, and Grace is at least somewhat sure there won’t be any hostilities as a result of his arrival being their first contact, he then has to contend with his best friend apparently being so bad off that his people are considering it an emergency.

Simon: You really are the bravest person I ever met.

Ryland: *leaking from the face, of course*

Rocky: unfair unfair unfair Simon least cool human Rocky ever met, statement.