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ursa major ryland grace x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you sneak from the castle to meet with the local astronomer m.list / wc: 1k

    moonlight bleeds into your room as the sun sets, your door creaking softly as you shut it behind you. the castle’s stone flooring feels cool beneath your feet as you silently pass by the other rooms. most have their doors shut, family and guests sequestered for the evening. only a few communal rooms still have doors open, your eyes peering down each one, ensuring there were no guards idly standing by. 

  pressing your hand against the wall, you slowly creep down the stairs, head tilting to catch a glimpse around the corner. two guards are standing by your usual escape route, chatting casually to each other. biting your lip, you turn the other direction, heading down the hallway to a secondary exit. 

  the empty rooms feel eerie as you pass by them, your heart racing faster with very open doorway you pass. peering down at the next exit, you can see one of the guards standing with his hand resting on his sword’s hilt. risking your evening of freedom, you walk down the corridor, trying to stand as tall as you possibly can. 

  “sir carl, would you mind letting me by, perhaps?” you call out to him, giving him a short wave as you approach.

  “you know i can’t unless you have a chaperone,” he reminds you, remaining in the same stance as his eyes look down at you.

  rolling your eyes, you cross your arms in front of your chest. “you and i both know i’m no longer a child, carl.. besides, i’ll be staying within the gardens, so i’ll only be a second away,” you step towards the door, only to be blocked by him stepping in your path, “if you let me through, i’ll convince my father to let you join on his next venture. i know you’ve been itching to assist with one.”

  “bribery? that’s not very becoming of you, your highness,” he chuckles, shifting his weight onto one leg.

  “i have a couple more years before i have to be ‘becoming’. so give me a chance to live a little.. please carl? i’ll call to you if i need to,” your expression softens, attempting to give him your doe-eyed stare that always seems to make his knees crumble.

  taking in a deep breath, he steps to the side, tilting his head towards the door. “don’t make me regret this, your highness,” carl watches as you push the door open, a wide smile gracing your lips.

  “i wouldn’t dream of it, sir carl,” you softly close the door behind you, your feet relishing in the feeling of the soft grass. the gardens are dark besides a few candles off in the distance, the stars and moon lightly illuminating the ground. 

  walking past the many topiaries and floral displays, you excitedly walk towards the garden’s fountain. a centerpiece that has always been your favorite, hidden from the world and your family. beside the fountain is a rudimentary telescope. it’s smaller then what you typically see in conservatories, but when you’re conducting a meeting in secret, you can’t be picky. 

  a basket and blanket lay out beside the telescope, the chirping of crickets cut by someone walking out from behind the fountain. “ryland!” you exclaim, quiet enough as to not wake the house. 

  he looks up from the fountain, his messy hair strewn about as his bright smile shines through the darkness. ryland walks towards you as you jog in his direction, his arms wrapping around your waist as you embrace. your laugh carries through the air as he spins you around, hands holding firm at your waist.

  your feet plant on the ground and before you can even open your eyes, his lips are pressing against yours. he tastes as sweet as he always does, your hands drifting to his cheeks. “seeing you in those meetings is excruciating,” you whisper as your foreheads lean against each other.

  “yes, but..”

  “but if my parents ever found out they’d surely send you away,” you sigh, leaning away, his hand grabbing ahold of yours to keep you close, “this all is really beautiful though, ryland.”

  the blanket is spread out across the grass, a handmade quilted design looking comfortable. the small basket is filled with what looks like sandwiches and other treats, likely made in the castle’s kitchen in secret. his telescope is pointed towards the sky, your heart fluttering at the sign of affection.

  “well- well you deserve it. i know i can’t give you the world, like so many promise.. but i’d at least like to give you the stars,” ryland pulls you towards the telescope, kneeling beside it to assist you in using it.

  kneeling next to ryland, you clench one of your eyes shut, staring through the telescope’s glass. millions of stars shine a little closer, brighter than you’ve ever seen. sure they’re easy to see in the sky, but there’s nothing like seeing a far away planet hidden amongst the stars. smiling to yourself, you pull away from the telescope. “ryland, this is beautiful, thank you.”

  “of course, if you notice, there’s a few brighter ones in the sky, linking my favorite constellation together. that’s ursa major, he’s pointing towards the brightest star in the sky,” he stands up as he talks, rambling about his favorite constellations.

  turning back around to face you, his shoulders drop, realizing he was rambling far too much. “i’m sorry, i’ve been made aware i talk too much.”

  “no, don’t ever apologize for being passionate, ryland. i love learning of what makes you happy, there’s nothing i’d like to hear more,” ryland reaches down to help pull you to your feet, leading you over to where the blanket and basket is.

  he continues to ramble on, occasionally looking up at the sky in admiration. you listen with a smile on your face, snacking on one of the sandwiches he had brought. sure, you know you’ll have to return back inside soon, reassure carl that you’re safe. but for now, you’re fine with staring at the stars with ryland.

[bluemuffin-draws]

Coltland twins but they are sisters

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home is where the heart is ryland grace x gn!reader (hurt/comfort) m.list

    your legs dangle off the ‘don’t go crazy’ room’s grates, hands resting on your stomach. an image of a suburban sky fills the screens, houses surrounding the lower half. you were surprised when you were able to access google street view and pull up your childhood home. it was summer in this picture, leaves filling the trees that are in view, random families in their yards.

  your eyes stay trained up at the clouds, the sun peeking out from behind one of them. it looks so real.. feels so real. tears well up in the corner of your eyes, chin trembling slightly as you bite down on your bottom lip. “everything okay in here?” the voice echoes through the room, your heartbeat instantly spiking as you look over at the entrance.

  “holy- ryland, god, you nearly gave me a heart attack,” you look over at your crewmate, one hand raising to your face to discreetly wipe off any tears that hit your cheeks. 

  “oh sorry! i was coming to see if you wanted dinner.. i didn’t realize you were.. you know,” he tries to maintain his eye contact with you, however, it’s hard for his gaze to not drift to the suburban view. and it was even harder for his mind to stop from connecting the dots and assuming why you were crying at the sight.

  “it’s fine, i’m fine. i think i’ll just eat a bit later, if that’s alright with you,” you shrug against the grates, glancing back up at the blue sky hovering above. 

  nodding slowly, ryland takes a step closer towards you, hands shoving into his cardigan. “yeah, i’m not going to uh force you to eat or anything. but, if you need someone to talk to or anything, i’m here. i- i miss earth too,” he admits, trying to give you a warm smile.

  “thanks ryland. but i’m not entirely in a talking mood, y’know?” you bite your lip, thumbs fiddling together as you try to stop your eyes from watering further. you never quite liked sharing that side of yourself with others, the side that’s willing to really break down. 

  “i get it… well i’ll be in the kitchen,” he takes a step back towards the entrance, one hand exiting his pocket to press against the entrance’s frame. 

  his shoes shake the grate, metal rattling from his touch. glancing back out at his retreating figure, you raise a hand to your head, thumb rubbing your temple. “ryland! uh, but if you’d like to sit with me, that’d be, well it’d be nice,” you reach your hand out a little, patting the spot next to you.

  “oh, are you sure?” 

  “yeah, won’t be for long though,” you try to joke, watching as he sits down next to you before dangling his feet off the side and resting back. his eyes stare up at the sky, gaze occasionally flickering back to you. you try to act like you don’t notice it, but the way his hair glows from the artificial lighting is mesmerizing.

  the air sits thick with comfort, his body heat radiating softly towards you. a part of him urges him to ask about what you’re thinking about, about what’s troubling you. however, he keeps his mouth shut when you reach out, squeezing his hand in yours. glancing over at you, ryland can spot the tears building in the corner of your eyes. so he just lays with you, staring up at the artificial sky, adjusting your hands so that your fingers are intertwined. 

[marz-genesis]

sambucky yuri be upon ye

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medieval y/n! x ryland au in which y/n is a member of the royal family and sneaks off to stare at the stars with a visiting astronomer. he has a telescope set up in the castle’s gardens and y/n convinces the guards not to tell anyone what they’ve seen, letting the two of them snack on grapes and cheese as ryland talks about his favorite constellations

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the first time you kiss ryland, it’s rough, rushed. you thought he was going to die, he thought he was going to die. there was a lot of blood and it was truthfully the first kiss either of you had had in a very long time. so his five o’clock shadow brushed roughly against your chin, his lips nearly bruising yours with the way it which he tries to mold his lips to fit yours perfectly. but you wouldn’t want to change it for the world.

and the next time you kiss is much gentler. as is those that follow. sometimes one of you are a little more eager, hands reaching for hems of shirts and pant buttons. and it’s long, a kiss that leaves you gasping for air yet yearning for their touch to be your air so you don’t have to let go another second. yet the simple ones are the ones you remember the most. how he always tends to wrap his arms around your waist, palms pressed against your back to keep the two of you close. while your hands always seem to cup his cheeks, thumbs grazing his cheekbones as you take in every taste and smell of his being.

which leaves your last kiss the most bittersweet. you knew it was coming, you watched as his body started to shrink slightly in his bed. the eridians tried everything they could to convince you that he has more time. but when you know, you know. so you sat by his bedside, staring down at him in his bed, tubes connected in every part of his body. brushing back at his hair, you whispered sweet nothings to him. a rush running through your veins when he kisses you back. it wasn’t long after that he passed, an hour at most. but feeling him gain enough strength to send one last expression of love back to you left you feeling comforted.

[kyri45]

Guards! Put the blond man in spandex in situations!

Ahah you thought it was gonna be a silly introduction? Well me and @sam-i-am-27 have been coocking some more loree. (PREV)

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you’re killing me ryland grace x fem!reader (angst) synopsis: stratt gives you an ultimatum and you’re afraid of the results m.list / wc: 1.4k

    “if you don’t do it, i’ll just have one of the other doctors administer the medicine,” stratt sits behind her desk, hands folded against the wood tabletop. her lips are settled into the normal straight line, eyes searching yours, “and i assume you’d want to be there. i know the two of you have.. created a connection and it would be easier on him if someone he was close with would be there.”

  “but it would be against his will, you said it yourself, you think he’ll say no. i- i can’t do that stratt. not against someone’s will,” you scoot the chair back a little, legs scraping against the flooring. 

  unfolding her hands, she grabs a cup of coffee on her desk. she carefully brings it up to her lips, hand trembling ever so softly. setting it back down, she looks back at you, a soft determination settling in on her expression. “unfortunately, most of the team being gone leaves us with only grace. he knows the ins and outs of the mission and understands atrophage unlike anyone we could bring on now,” stratt looks out through the window towards the sky, taking in a deep breath.

  “i understand you don’t believe that this is best for grace, best for the earth. but it is. and as i’ve said, you could help ease him into it, more so than any of the other scientists. you were the only one studying the coma resistant gene he was truly interested in. you could very well help him understand,” she laces her fingers together again, waiting patiently for an answer.

  you stumble onto stratt’s airplane hangar, briefcase filled with your findings and laptop. people are walking around quickly, some of them discussing things, others simply hurrying somewhere for something important. stratt stands nearby, a couple people standing off behind her, two coffees in her hands. 

  “glad you could join us, y/n. a few of our scientists recognized your name when discussing the effects of inducing a coma long term. so, they’d like to share some of their findings and see where your ideas may take them,” she speaks loudly, trying to explain over the sound of the airplane’s engines.

  “of course! if this mission is as important as everyone makes it seem, then i’m more than willing to share my findings,” you follow the group towards the barracks of the hangar. people are filling every available room, small windows peeking into meetings and testing chambers. 

  she pushes open one of the doors, holding it open as you step in with the other scientists following her around. the room is empty behind some boxes labeled ‘coma research’. a whiteboard features notes on genes and genetic information, the ideal length of the coma written to the side. your published paper sits closest on the long table, a study discussing the needs of patients who are put under for extended lengths of time. 

  “welcome to the extent of our research. these scientists are perez and brown, and over here is grace. he will be sitting in for most of these conversations,” stratt points out everyone in the room, finishing on a man who is flipping through a paper of some sort, eyes glancing up at all of you through his crooked glasses.

  “yeah, it’s an honor to meet you, i’ve read a couple of your papers,” grace stands up and reaches over the table to meet your hand with his, a pun practically shining off of his t-shirt.

  biting the inside of your cheek, you can feel your hands growing clammy, a thick tension fills the air. “and, if you deny this request, you’ll be sequestered off to your room until the hail mary is sent to space. in case you try to warn him or anyone else of what is occurring.”

  “you can’t seriously- this is what you consider best case scenario? this is ridiculous, grace has been one of, if not the most integral person to this mission and you’re going to betray him like this? using me to soften the blow?” your eyebrows furrow, standing up from your chair. 

  “well, see, you’ve said it yourself. he has been the most integral, which is why we must send him. and, yes i am using you to soften the blow. i need you to understand that i don’t necessarily want to be doing this, but for the betterment of earth, i have to,” stratt waits a moment, watching every facial feature twitch into disgust.

  your stomach starts to swirl, like you’re about to throw up. the thought of sending him off like that, all alone, with no one who truly loves him staring back at him. “fine. but only for him, not you,” you taking in a deep breath, staring down at stratt.

  nodding, she turns towards a guard standing in the doorway, his shoulders nearly the width of the opening, “it’s time, can you escort l/n to the next room over and bring her in when it’s time?” stratt waves you off, trying to offer a reassuring smile, only to be met with your head shaking disappointingly.

  grace steps into your lab, results nearly imprinted into your eyes based on how long you’ve been staring at them. you were so close to figuring out the best way to keep the astronauts alive that you didn’t notice him enter the room. “y/n?”

  he finally pulls your attention from the results, two bowls of instant ramen in his hands. his glasses are falling down his nose, hair sitting awkwardly on his head. “you’ve been working up here a lot, figured you’d need something to eat, sustenance and all,” ryland walks across the room to you, holding out your bowl of ramen.

  “thank you, ryland, i honestly forgot to eat. which is ironic because all i do is look at what food the astronauts will need for the mission. it’s, honestly, it’s a bit exhausting,” you run your hand through your hair, free hand grabbing the ramen from him. “you’ve really been a savior, you know?”

  “me? no- no, i’m just trying to help. yao and the rest of the crew are the real heroes, i’m just here for support,” ryland shrugs, sitting beside you on one of the many lab chairs, slurping up some of the ramen.

  sauce hits the corner of his lips, leaving spots against his skin. “you’ve got something, right there,” you put to your own lips, laughing a little as his tongue sticks out to get the remaining sauce. he falls short though, the sauce still sticking to his skin. 

  “no, it’s right here,” you reach over, thumb brushing over the corner of his lips, fingers caressing his cheek.

  “thank- uh thank you!” his cheeks grow red, playing with his food with a pair of chopsticks.

  “you’re murdering me! you’re murdering me stratt! this is murder! you can’t be doing this to me,” ryland yells out at stratt, not even noticing her motioning people to enter the room.

  you and your escort aren’t the only ones who enter the room, a few others filling the exits so he has no opportunity to run. tears are streaming down his cheeks, dripping off his chin and onto the ground. for a second, he glances back at the door, catching you in his gaze, along with the syringe in your hand. eyebrows furrow as his gaze flickers between you and stratt.

  “you’re helping her? after everything we’ve been through? you’re helping her kill me?” ryland backs up to the window, body pressed against it as hard as he possibly can. 

  “it was the only way ryland, she would’ve had someone else do it. and i- i couldn’t just let you be sent off,” you step forward, grimacing as a few guards grab a hold of his appendages, attempting to stop him from flailing around. you try to ignore his pleas, telling yourself that it’s the best option.

  “no! no, you can’t do this, no, y/n please! please don’t do this, i can’t do this.” ryland continues to cry, staring up at you as you start to bring the syringe down on him. tears begin to swell in your own eyes, chin shaking as you try to hold back your own cries. 

  inserting the syringe into his neck, you look away afterwards, pressing the liquid down and into his veins. his body begins to calm as it takes affect, eyes glossy and still staring up at you. he looks dead in that moment, devoid of any emotion or feeling. “you did the right thing.” stratt’s voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, only resulting in you rushing out of the room, throwing up in the nearest trash can. 

[mossrat]

ooooohhhhh you wanna do a colt seavers x cowboy!reader pt 2 soooooo badddddd 🤞🕯 (pls)

colt seavers x cowboy reader (pt 2)

a/n: wowie y'all loved this one !!! i was expecting it to #Flop lowkey but two anons asked for a part two and i am just So kind. come get y'all food friends

(also i keep getting weird disappearing notifs in my inbox so . i hope i haven't lost any requests but time will tell ig </3)

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a week after meeting you, colt somewhat manages to convince himself you forgot all about your interaction, and the promise you made—though promise feels charged when he thinks about it, like something far more significant than the offhanded comment you probably only made to be polite.

you cross paths on set a few times, locking gazes across a field or stable crawling with crew members—it's always the same: you'll tip your head, offer a crooked, faint smile in the shade the brim of your hat stretches down your face. and colt... will short-circuit. every time, without fail. on a good day he'll at least manage a smile back, but if he's particularly caught off guard by your suave charm, he'll go hot in the face and make some ambiguous gesture between a wave, a thumbs up, and a peace sign.

so. things are not going smoothly. he's not entirely certain what "things" refers to, either. it's fine.

he manages. at any given point in time while on set he is dreadfully hyperaware of your presence, like a blaring neon sign that just can't escape his peripheral. he fumbles a few stunts, earns himself a stern talking-to by dan, who for all his sharp judgement still hasn't discovered the source of colt's sudden and recurring abstraction.

you approach him again by week two of production. it's just past eleven PM after a particularly punishing shoot; most of the exhausted cast and crew has scattered by now, eager to return to their beds to start it all again tomorrow morning.

colt is not one of them, despite how his body aches—literally and figuratively—for a comfortable bed. his reasoning, of course, being you, lingering across the ample barn, harper's reins roped around your fist as you chat with one of the equine veterinarians they keep on set for any stunts involving the horses.

he's been working at his jumpsuit for the better part of five minutes, pretending to fumble at the buttons and zipper because once it's off, he won't have a reason to stick around. he just can't get enough of you, from the shape of your strong legs, to your stubbled jaw, hell—even to the glinting spurs on your aged boots. is he into that? somehow? jesus.

when he drags his eyes back up to your face, he finds it staring right back, eyes a little squinted and unreadable in the dim lighting. he jumps, and very un-subtly feigns a sudden fascination with the stained wooden ceiling, hands finally zipping his jumpsuit open. heartbeat stuttering in his ribcage, colt clumsily steps out of it, balls it up and tucks it under his arm.

his flighty bee-line toward the barn entrance is cut short by your voice, calling out. he gazes mournfully out at the dark, open field just outside before stiffly turning around.

you approach with harper in tow, looking tired but amused. behind you, the vet gathers her things and makes her exit. you nod and politely bid her farewell as she passes. when you turn back to colt, the temperature in his face has only dropped a few degrees. he's suddenly very grateful for the dimness.

"hey, partner," you tease, and he swears you deliberately deepen your accent to punctuate the joke, but the low, friendly drawl of your tone makes him forget, briefly, what you're even referencing.

"hey. hi—uh, partner." he makes a sort of hat-tipping gesture, which he manages not to grimace at when you laugh.

"i've been meaning to talk some more," you say after a short pause. "but things have been so hectic and all..."

"right. yeah, no, of course. me, too. i wouldn't want to approach you while you're working, or distract you, or anything."

you level a meaningful look at him. he's too battered and scramble-brained to read into it before you're speaking again: "you can distract me whenever you like."

jesus christ.

colt chuckles, strained and airy, and glances down at his shoes.

"okay, yeah, cool. good to know."

"are you...?" you cut yourself off, lower lip twisting faintly as though chewing on the inside of it. you cram your thumbs behind the buckle of your belt, hands hanging casually. colt has to scrape his gaze off of the general area to meet your eye again. "you still interested in those lessons?"

colt's reply is lightning-quick. "of course i am. how else am i ever gonna ride off into a beautiful sunset?"

you grin, tipping your head to the side. "you planning on doing that soon?"

"it's on the bucket list."

you laugh again, earnest but soft with tiredness. harper blinks boredly at the two of you, ear twitching.

“great. how’s sunday?”

and so you settle on sunday around noon. it’s the cast and crew’s day off, and colt is grateful for the agreed time to meet outside the horse stables—only so he can sleep in and shed some of the amassed exhaustion he’s been building since production started. he has to be sharp, lest he embarrasses himself in front of you.

(who is he kidding? he’s probably going to do that anyway, sleep-deprived or otherwise)

he hypes himself up the entire drive from his hotel, blasting his playlist so as not to let his mind wander, and subsequently panic. it’s just horseback riding. with a disarmingly handsome, real-life cowboy. no biggie.

you’re already inside when he arrives, combing through harper’s long mane and whistling to yourself.

colt's hope to quietly oberve you from the door for a moment backfires when you immediately turn over as he steps inside, catching his eye. you smile and wave him over. colt doesn't think he could deny you if he tried—he doesn't, of course, and walks up to you.

"well, don't you clean up nice?" you say, eyeing him up and down, still half-smiling.

colt, suddenly, is flooded with warmth, looking down at his outfit: a black fitted tee under one of his nicer flannels, jeans, and a pair of suede boots. he'd tried for a casual, just-threw-this-on look, but then again, he had definitely not just thrown it on, and spent the better part of twenty minutes rummaging through his bags before leaving.

"thanks," he breathes out. "you, too. i mean, you always look nice."

your own smile warps, something a cross between flattered and humored. you nod in thanks, and move to set harper's brush aside. she's already saddled up, nudging colt's palm when he extends it toward her.

"alright. get on her, c'mon," you say, looping the reins a few times around your fist, clapping him once on the shoulder.

colt sticks his foot in one stirrup and hoists himself into the saddle, missing the warmth of your hand the instant it leaves his shoulder. god, he really is screwed.

harper snorts as you lead her out of the stables, and colt is glad you're minding the path because he can't look away from you.

harper comes to a steady halt in the flat plot of land behind the stables. you hand him the reins.

"right," you say, absentmindedly picking something out of harper's mane. "it's easy once you get a hold of it. to move forward, gently squeeze her sides with your legs. to stop, you lean back and pull slightly on the reins. straighten your—here."

you step forward, reaching up, and colt has merely a split second to brace himself before your hand settles on his mid-back, gently coaxing him to straighten it. your chest brushes against his knee. he keeps his gaze pointedly ahead.

"there, that's it," you hum, withdrawing. "easy, right?"

he nods jerkily, squeezing the life out of the leather in his fists. "yep. easy."

you give him a few more pointers before he moves, most of which he fortunately registers. a few are lost on him, but he gets the general idea. you step back and he coaxes harper into a calm stroll, steering her around for a bit before picking up a bit of speed.

during it all, you linger where he started, arms crossed as you watch him. ocassionally, you'll shout out a tip or correction, but for the most part, colt holds his own pretty well. it is fun, he realizes, but he still regularly circles back to you, just to chat for a minute. that's even more fun.

he rides for about an hour before harper grows antsy, and you call her back. when colt moves to hop off, you extend a hand to him and catch his in a firm grip. for half a second after his feet hit the dirt, the hold lingers, fleetingly, and then you release it.

the two of you stroll up to the stables, where you park harper before a water trough at the rear end of the structure. she happily ducks her head to drink.

"you're a natural," you tell him, grinning under the spring sun, one elbow perched loosely atop the white fence circling the plot.

colt huffs, shaking his head modestly. "beginner's luck," he deflects, warm in the ears. "harper’s really great." he reaches up, strokes harper's firm shoulder muscle.

"she's a saint," you say warmly. "had her since i was seventeen. trained her myself."

colt hums curiously. he's deciding which of the cluster of questions on his tongue he wants to ask first when harper's head comes back up, snorting and sighing sharply a few times. colt looks at her, concerned for a brief moment until he hears you chuckle, stepping up to grab her reins.

"alright, girl, settle down, don't be throwing a fit now," you grumble, patting her neck as you guide her away from the trough. you turn back to him. "she's angry i got her working on her day off. mind if we continue another time?"

colt shakes his head, gesturing openly toward the stables which harper is longingly gazing at, still puffing.

so the three of you head over back to harper's pen, where you pull her saddle and halter off and hang them up right outside the dutch door.

"hey, thanks for this. i had a good time," colt says once you've stepped back out and come to a stop in front of him. he's leaning his shoulder against the aged wooden wall, picking absentmindedly at his cuticles over his stomach.

you nod graciously. "the pleasure was all mine. maybe i could sneak one of harper's doubles for next time, we could ride together."

colt isn't entirely sure why that thought makes his stomach flip with a tiny thrill. he shrugs, feigning composure. "as long as it's into a beautiful sunset, i'm down."

you laugh down at the dirt and straw-covered ground, then bring a hand up to scratch at your jaw, tendons flexing subtly under your skin. colt swallows thickly.

"sounds nice," you say, looking back up. you level him with a new look, now—still bearing that friendly warmth of yours, but denser, now. heavier. your mouth holds it's faint slant, the smallest of lingering smiles, and colt can't deny, even with his impressive talent in doing so, the way your eyes trail over his face. darting from his eyes, to the messy sweep of his hair, down his jaw and over his mouth.

he indulges, and allows his own to lock onto your lips as well, faintly chapped but looking unbearably kissable. he drifts, almost involuntarily, and smiles dopily when you mirror the motion.

when there's nothing but a few inches of charged air hanging between your noses, colt feels a strong hand settle on his hip, thumb mindfully slipping underneath the hem of his t-shirt, slow enough to give him time to stop you. the rough texture of your calloused pad scrapes gently over his hip bone, and his chest shrinks.

"this alright?" you murmur, forcing your attention from his mouth just long enough to meet his eye.

colt foregoes an answer, and instead locks a palm around the nape of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.

it's tentative and warm at first, just a motionless press of impatient mouths, but then he feels you smile lightly into it and squeeze his hip.

of course, he thinks, damn near annoyed by it; you kiss just as skillfully as everything else you do.

his fingers flex against your neck, skin thrumming with a staticky buzz as you tip your head, deepen the kiss. your second hand comes up to smooth the small of his back.

with clumsy, knocking feet, he’s maneuvered to the side, rotating until his back is pressed against the wall and your chest is pressed flush to his. he clings to you like a lifeline, experimentally sweeping his tongue over your lip.

a blunt, unquestionably irritated snort snaps you both out of your daze, and you break the kiss with a forlorn sigh. colt remains frozen under your hands, unable to so much as glance away from your face, your kiss-slick mouth, as you turn over to face harper, whose head is sticking out from her stable, peering at the two of you with one critical eye.

"yeah, yeah, we're going," you tell her through a low sigh, and then face colt again. your thumb is still circling the sharp cut of his hip, and you seem just as reluctant to look away from his lips as he is from yours. he watches them pull into a fond smirk.

"how does lunch sound?"

[mossrat]

What are your thoughts.. on colt meeting a cowboy (or actor playing one) on set for a movie or something similar, like, ykwim?? 🤔

colt seavers x cowboy reader

anon ur mind...... sorry this is so short,, i've been having crazy writer’s block but i loved this idea and wanted to get something out this week !!

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that man would be Starstruck i'll tell you that much !!

he meets you at the very beginning of production for a neo-western film he's working on, relatively low budget all things considered, so the producers are cutting corners where they can and hire a local texan company that rents out residential ranches as well as trained stunt horses.

it's your ranch that's ultimately chosen as the filming location, and your mare (though two identical others are brought in) to star in the film.

the first time colt sees you it's approximately three minutes before he's to be bucked off of said horse and into a shallow pool of mud.

he almost thinks you're an extra at first, with your wide-brimmed hat angled low over your brow, your weathered leather boots and the toothpick dangling loosely from the side of your mouth. but you approach him amidst the controlled chaos of the set and stroke the dappled silver horse with familiar assurance, so he's quick to discard the notion.

you cordially introduce yourself, revealing a faint southern drawl to your smooth voice that briefly makes colt stumble on his own greeting.

"i see you've been introduced to Harper already," you say, scratching absentmindedly at the mare's neck.

"harper?"

you cock an eyebrow, flash him an amused half-smile and nod at her.

"oh! yeah, yeah she's great. super friendly."

"yeah, that's my girl," you hum, turning to the tranquil mare, smiling softly. colt takes your moment of distraction to allow himself a greedy eyeful. he didn't even know cowboys still existed—at least not ones with the whole getup. he'd think maybe you were just dressed for the shoot, that maybe you were an extra or had some minor role, but the dried dirt plastered across your boots alone reveals their regular use.

you comb through harper's mane with steady, calloused fingers, and colt could really kick himself, were he flexible enough. he feels like a school girl. he gawks at the ripple of your forearms, revealed beneath your rolled-up sleeves—washed denim on warm-toned skin.

"you like to ride?" you ask, and colt chokes on his tongue somehow. his eyes mournfully pry away from your arms, but of course your eyes prove no lesser sight. it's unfair; his pulse jackhammers in his throat.

"uh—come again?"

your eyes glint with that fondness again, patting harper's shoulder twice before crossing your arms. "do you enjoy horseback riding?" you rephrase, and colt barks out a sort of suffocated chuckle, dragging the heel of his palm across his nape.

he's making an idiot of himself. well, he is an idiot, but he could be doing a better job at hiding it from possibly the most handsome man he's ever seen. and that's saying something—he works in hollywood!!

"not really," he says, dropping his arm in defeat. "i mean, i just don't do it very often. my area of expertise lies more in being set on fire and dropped from very high places."

that gets a laugh out of you, small and loose but genuine. colt bites down on his cheek in an attempt to squash his dumb grin; it only partially works. you aim your smile at the dirt underfoot for a second or two before refocusing on him. your fingers flex briefly against your arms; colt does not stare.

"well i can promise horses are much safer. maybe i could give you some lessons, sometime?"

colt blinks. he thinks he must be having some sort of vivid, enamored daydream, because you suddenly look a little nervous. you don't shrink or break eye contact, but the restless shape of your mouth reveals a soft bashfulness—or maybe colt's seeing what he wants to see.

somewhere in the near distance, the first ADs voice rings out, calling for everyone's places. seconds later, she shouts for colt to get ready.

ignoring it, unable to break away from your unyielding gaze, colt nods eagerly, blindly moving to mount harper. "that'd be cool. yeah, man. or uh... partner."

immediately he cringes, now settled firmly on the saddle, and stops himself just before he can groan and hide into his palms. you give a similar sort of wince, but your smile lingers in the squint of your shaded eyes. you cant your head up at him, one warm palm falling to the top of his knee.

"yeah, we don't say that."

"noted."

you chuckle, and colt tries very valiantly not to stare down at the simmering contact of your strong, rough hand on his knee.

right before the AD calls to roll sound, you squeeze lightly, pat his leg once, and then withdraw.

"good luck," you say, already turned around, strolling off toward the cluster of busy crew behind the cameras.

"thanks."

you shoot a sly glance at him over your shoulder. "i was talking to harper."

colt huffs, thumbing unconsciously at the warm place where your palm sat seconds prior.

these are going to be a fun ten weeks.

[appletreat]

watching project hail mary again i love them

[appletreat]

take care of you ryland grace x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you want to keep working but ryland knows you need to sleep m.list / wc: 1.2k

    you stare into the ship’s small, makeshift greenhouse. it was one of the more major last minute decisions made by stratt, to test the effects of long space travel on crops. so you worked hard with the team building the ship to include a small greenhouse enclosure for an array of crops. the plan was for the machinery to plant the seeds once the hail mary reached tau ceti’s solar system. it would then water the soil and care for them until the astronauts woke up. 

  which led to your involvement in the mission. you were initially brought on as a nutritionist, to help make sure the astronauts could survive and live off of the food sent up with them. however, when this idea came to fruition, your work with mark watney as his pseudo-prodigy brought their attention to your background in botany. it was an interesting development that brought you to be standing in front of the ship’s greenhouse, small sprouts working their way to having a few leaves each.

  a clipboard rests in the crook of your arm, a pencil in your hand as you chart their growth stages. most of the tomatoes had already started to outgrow the other plants, the ship’s system indicating that the soil’s ph level was where it should be. setting down the clipboard, you stare down at the plants, shoulders dropping. after the accident at adrian, some of the leaves were starting to droop, spots popping up. 

  “you should get some rest,” a voice echoes into the room, a familiar feeling settling inside of you.

  “i will soon,” you turn around, resting one hand on your thigh, resisting the urge to expel a yawn. you had an interesting game with ryland, one where you both try to convince the other to sleep. usually in one of your scientific breakthroughs, forced awake knowing you may discover something life saving. 

  one of ryland’s hands are pressed against the top of the room’s opening, the other on his hip. he has on one of his science shirts, the sleeves of his jumpsuit wrapped around his waist. his eyebrows are raised, like he was expecting this answer, glasses falling down his nose as he stares at you over the browline. “you’ve been watching these plants like a hawk since we visited adrian. they will be there in the morning, along with all of the seeds that they packed,” he drops his hand to his side, taking a few steps into the room. 

  taking in a deep breath, you look between him and the plants. your head tilts with a small look, as if to say a gentle ‘not yet’. biting the inside of his cheek, ryland’s shoulders drop, eyebrows furrowing down at you. “just a bit longer, once the system waters them i’ll come to bed,” you reach your hand up, grabbing at his.

  your fingers interlock with his, squeezing to give him a little reassurance. “fine, but at least drink some water. you also need to take care of yourself,” ryland leans down, kissing the top of your head, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. 

  “that’s what i have you for,” you try to say it in a joking manner; however, his eyes roll quickly, annoyed by your incessant manner. 

  squeezing your hand once more, he walks backwards out the room. you can hear him say something to rocky, followed by the translator replying something about watching ryland sleep. smiling to yourself, you spin your chair back around, watching as a slow mist sprays into the greenhouse. it comes out at a steady pace until all of the plants have been sufficiently watered. 

  grabbing the pencil, you hurry to jot down the watering time. eyes glancing over to see how many liters the machine used to water them, only to write that down as well. staring back at the plants, the ship seems to come down to a calm state. there was still the typical whirring of the machinery, but everything else felt still. no loud banging or talking, only you and your plants, fresh oxygen permeating through the cracks of the greenhouse.

  resting your elbow on the desk, your chin lays in your palm. your eyes slowly begin to open and close at a slow rhythm. another yawn comes to the surface as you fold your arms on the desk, head laying down on top of them. you try to stare up at the plants, keep your focus on them, however, your eyes slowly begin to close for the night.

  your breathing and heartbeat comes to a steady flow, body entering a state of deep sleep. one that rocky instantly notices, the sound of your pen scratching against the paper bringing his attention to you. banging his carapace against his xenonite ball, rocky urges for ryland to wake up, “grace! grace! something happened with y/n! wake up!”

  the ball bangs into ryland’s cot, waking him up as he falls off the bed. “what? rocky, what is going on?” he scrambles to his feet, hand holding his head where he fell to the floor.

  “something happened!” he rolls out of the room, convinced that ryland will follow him out and to the greenhouse room.

  ryland runs across the hail mary’s flooring, the cool feeling sending goosebumps up his legs. the light was flooding out into the hallway, rocky reaching the room before ryland could even get halfway there. rocky paces in the xenonite ball, waiting for ryland to arrive and bring you to safety. 

  as ryland runs up to the room, he peers in to see you laying down against the desk. his heartbeat peaks, legs carrying him over to where you’re laying. the closer he gets, though, he can see your back still rising and falling, your breath ruffling the page you’ve been writing on. taking in a deep breath, ryland turns around to look at rocky. 

  “save y/n!” rocky scrambles around, only stopped by ryland’s hands shooting out, head shaking. 

  “shhh, they’re sleeping rocky,” he brings a finger to his lips, trying to speak softly so as not to wake you up.

  rocky finally stops pacing the hallway, his attention fully on ryland now. “y/n said sleep later,” rocky defends his worry, the loud translator echoing through the hall. 

  ryland shushes him again, shaking his head. biting the inside of his cheek, ryland ushers for rocky to follow him down the hallway, hoping his translator will be quiet enough. “sometimes humans fall asleep even if we don’t want to, because our body needs it. which is why as you say i get ‘stupid’ when i don’t sleep,” he brings one of his hands up to his face, covering a yawn.

  “grace stupid when not sleep.”

  “you’ve made that clear, rock. just head back to the cots, i’ll make sure y/n is still asleep,” ryland taps the xenonite ball, the two of them heading off in opposite directions.

  making his way to the greenhouse room, ryland peers through the opening, your body still laying against the desk. his gaze searches the room, spotting a quilt in the corner, folded up from when he last used it. quietly walking into the room, he unfolds the blanket and drapes it across your body. 

  your lips are slightly parted, hair flopped over to the side compared to how it normally lays. there’s a gentleness to your composure, fully blissful sleep. leaning down, he kisses your temple, his free hand pulling up the quilt so it covers your neck. “good night,” ryland whispers as he leaves the room, hand tapping the archway. 

[emgrth]

I had this idea,

Imagine a reader who was on the Hail Mary with Ryland Grace. They love their life on Erid, listening to the waves of the artificial beach as they fall asleep. Getting to teach the class of little pebbles with Grace every day. Spending time with Rocky and Adrian.

But the Reader is someone who misses the rain on Earth. The beach is lovely, and it’s amazing the Eridians managed to build the biodome at all! But they crave the way the rain smells after it falls, the sounds of it on the roof of their house, watching the ripples it creates in the water.

Ryland notices how they miss it. The longing for everything on Earth is real, but the rain was something that comforted them. So, he goes to Rocky and the biodome engineering team and explains to them the concept of Earth precipitation (assuming it’s different on Erid or they didn’t know before).

The reader is walking around their little house, brushing their teeth and getting ready for bed. Ryland offhandedly says “forecast says rain tomorrow,” with a smile. The reader rolls their eyes, thinking it’s a lame little joke he made.

But as they gently wake from their sleep to the sound of a pitter-patter on their roof. Their eyes slowly flutter open and they yawn, nose scrunched. They turn in bed and look out the window. Grace is already up, looking out of the window with a smile on his face. He turns to them as they walk over and watches their reaction expectantly.

They’re OVERJOYED to see it pouring from the artificial sky somehow, the sound of the raindrops on the ocean and the sand is music to their ears. The biodome team made rain, all for them.

They are loved and wanted so much by Grace, Rocky, all of the Eridians, that they’d make the sky fall to see them smile.

[appletreat]

    “you’re stupid, you’re stupid and you don’t listen and- god you could’ve killed yourself,” you pace the room, glancing back at ryland.

  tears well up in the corner of your eyes again, your hands falling back to your side as you stare down at him. tubes snake out of different parts of his body and up into the ceiling. his lips are slightly parted where a tube is inserted to help him breathe, small drops of blood dried by his mouth. ryland’s body looks frail, damaged by a stupid mistake.

  you both thought it would’ve been fine. it was simply fixing a part of the hail mary’s outer walls, something you’ve both had to do before on the journey. and yet he stayed out there longer than he should’ve, he said it was going to be alright, that the debris floating wasn’t going past enough to do any damage. only to wind up here, eyes closed peacefully, reminding you of how yáo and ilyukhina looked laying in their own cots.

  armando quickly reaches a chair out for you, setting it down on the ground so that you can sit down. biting your lip, your chin quivers as you look down at him. leaning forward, you leave a solemn kiss on his forehead, hand grabbing ahold of his. sitting down, you keep your fingers wrapped around his, foot tapping rapidly against the ground.

  “will grace survive?” rocky’s translator works in harmony with his voice, reminding you to his presence in the room. 

  looking up from ryland, your shoulders raise, dropping quickly as if to say you have no idea. “rocky, i hope so. armando is working over time to make sure he stays stabilized.. but my god i don’t really know,” your free hand reaches up to wipe away the tears, armando holding out a tissue for whenever you’d like it.

  “y/n leaking like grace leaks,” rocky rolls the xenonite ball as close as he can without hitting you or the cot. 

  forcing a smile, you look back at rocky, unsure if he can even tell you’re smiling back at him. “yeah.. yeah, humans tend to leak, cry, when they’re sad or even happy,” you wipe away a few more fallen tears, your chin still wet from where they rolled down. 

  “humans are funny. y/n leak when grace wakes up too,” rocky moves back and forth in his ball, carapace staring up at you.

  you nod, thumb caressing the back of ryland’s hand. staring back at ryland, you can feel your tears come to a stop, the remaining droplets falling to the ground. “yeah rocky, i’ll probably leak when he wakes up.”

[appletreat]

hellooo! can you write ryland grace x gn!reader whos a librarian? his class visits the school library every two weeks and hes always giddy that day cause it means he can see his crush... c:

yes i absolutely can!! i loved writing your idea, very big fan of librarian!reader x ryland. like they just felt like such a good match! anyways, click here for the fic!