what if ryland grace & roommatef!reader, who may or may not have crushes on each other, run into their exes while out together...
author's note: this is all just my imagination :) some of it maybe ooc ryland⊠but letâs all just have some fun! (pls.) very suggestive and just a little hint of spice at the very end. also sry this is long, but why make two posts when i can just give it to you all at once!
edit: and incase you want it⊠hereâs part two ;)
running into rylandâs ex âËâĄâŸđ€âœ âĄËâ
you two are out picking up a few things for dinner, one saturday afternoon. ryland is trailing behind you, holding the basket, trying to glimpse at the grocery list over your shoulder as you scan the aisle.
âah ha! chocolate chip cookie dough wasnât on the list!â he says, matter of factly. you roll your eyes, turning to look at him.Â
âi donât necessarily hear you complaining when i ask if you want a sweet treat after dinner,â you sass him back. you two bickered like a married couple. you both loved pushing each otherâs buttons. to everyone around you, it was so obvious it was your sick and twisted way of flirting. even if you swore you were just friends.
ryland gives you a cheeky little smile, and you turn back to the shelf to realize there is one box of pasta left of the ones you were looking for, and itâs pushed further back than you can reach.Â
âhey science boy,â you jab at him, a smirk on your lips. ryland looks at you over his glasses, his signature disapproving look, and it makes you giggle. âmake yourself useful and grab that box of shells for me, please.â you point to it and step to the side so he can do it.Â
âYou lie to me, call me names and now you want my help?â
âyou are such a baby, dr. grace. iâll do it.â you walk over to the shelf, holding onto it, stepping on the bottom shelf to grab the box. if there is one thing ryland loves about you, itâs your innate stubbornness and attitude. but youâre so small compared to him that when you sass him, he thinks is comical. And when youâre mouthing him off, finger jabbing his chest, ryland knows there is nowhere heâd rather be. but watching you climb the grocery store shelf, to prove a point, might be a close second.
he has a huge smile on his face, as he watches you struggle. he sees your hand waving about, trying desperately to reach the box, and when you inevitably push it back more, he lets out a laugh at your dramatic whine.
âokay, iâm sorry. let me help.â he walks over, wrapping an arm around your waist, only to ensure you donât fall and hurt yourself, of course, and reaches back further than you ever could to grab the box. you can feel the warmth of his body radiating off of him as heâs pressed into you, and the way his hand is sprawled against your stomach makes your heart pound faster.Â
the smell of your shampoo, combined with his proximity, is making him dizzy. he places you down, hand now resting gently on your hip, as he hands you the box, youâre both so close to each other, staring into each other's eyes like youâre the only two people in the universe. itâs short-lived until you both hear a voice behind him.
you both whip your head in unison to see the person the voice belongs to. youâve never seen her before, but sheâs really pretty. sheâs tall, just a couple of inches shorter than ryland, slender, and with long brunette hair cascading down her back. you turn to look at ryland whose tense, looking at her like heâs seen a ghost.Â
âlinda. h-hi,â he stumbles back a little, and you take a step back so he doesnât step on you. all the color has completely drained from his face. you donât know if you should step in or stay out of it.Â
âitâs been so long. how are you?â her eyes are twinkling looking at him. your racking your brain trying to remember where you know that name from - and then it hits you. sheâs his ex. ryland is nervously wiping his hands against his pants.Â
âgood. iâm good. iâm her- weâre here just picking some stuff up for dinner.â he reaches for you, to put his arm around you, and you slot right into his side, like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. he holds you tightly close to him, and your arm comes around his back. you two have hugged here and there, but thereâs something about the way heâs holding you right now thatâs making your stomach flip.Â
you give her a small smile and wave to be polite. but from everything ryland has told you about her, you really just want to drop kick her in the middle of the store. you can see her enthusiasm to see him flicker away when she sees you next to him. he turns to what looks like to place a kiss on your head, but whispers âfollow my lead, please,â really closely to your ear. his lips are dangerously close to your ear, and you nod your head once at the simple direction.Â
âsorry, i donât mean to be rude. linda, this is my girlfriend,â he introduces you to her, and all the air in your lungs is sucked out. you take in a deep breath at his words. partner. you can feel your knees want to give out at the thought of it being true. but the feeling of his hand rubbing up and down your back grounds you back in the moment. where you have to pretend to be his girlfriend.Â
âgirlfriend. wow. how long have you two been dating?â she asks, sounding almost like sheâs holding onto hope that she still has a chance. but you lean your head onto him, and rylandâs fingers slyly sneak to your waist, one of them circling your skin just underneath your shirt.Â
your breath hitches slightly before responding, âwhat is it, two years now?â well, itâs not a complete lie. youâve been living with him for two years, just not dating him. he turns to look at you, and your heart stops beating for a second. the look in his eyes almost makes you forget all of this is fake. he pulls you so your chest is pressed into his side; his voice is soft and sickly sweet as he responds to you. âbest two years of my life, sweetheart.âÂ
his other hand reaches to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. his finger, tracing your jawline, stopping to hold your chin. you swear you can see his eyes flicker to your lips. but he reaches up to boop your nose instead, your face scrunching as you smile at him. you wouldâve forgotten linda was there, had ryland not said something.Â
âhowâs mark? last i heard, you two were getting married?â you can hear the sourness in his words, and her face falls immediately to the ground. âweâre not together anymore. we broke up at the end of last year.â if she were anyone else in the world, you might feel bad for her. but unfortunately, youâre way too petty to be sad for the woman who decided ryland grace was a waste of her time. âiâm sorry to hear that,â ryland says softly, and she nods. âitâs fine. im actually glad i ran into you. iâve been thinking about us a lot, and iâd love to grab a coffee. maybe talk about how things ended.â she says, rocking back and forth on her heels. ugh, the nerve this girl has. asking her ex-boyfriend, youâre boyfriend roommate out in front of you!Â
rylandâs mouth falls open slightly, speechless from her words. he looks down at you, then to her. and the words flow easily out of him. âactually, no. iâm happy with how everything turned out.â but heâs looking down at you, smiling, and your knees go weak.Â
âbut it was good to see you. i wish you the best,â he offers her a smile, and waves at her. rylandâs grip on you remains the same as you turn around to walk the opposite direction. you canât help but turn around and offer her one last wave. âit was nice to meet you lisa!â you call out, purposely getting her name wrong. truly, itâs the very least you wanted to do to bruise her ego.Â
ryland snickers, squeezing your hip. his ear comes close to your ear again: âyouâre a menace,â but it comes out breathy from his laughter. the feeling, makes you shiver. you walk down a couple of aisles, just to make sure youâre a safe distance from her. âsorry i didnât mean to just spring that on you. i just seeing her caught me off guard. i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable.â ryland is still way too close to you, and youâre having a hard time remembering how to breathe.Â
âhey, iâll be your fake girlfriend anytime. youâd do it for me,â you smile, and yet again, there you two are, staring into each other's eyes. ryland isnât even being discreet about looking down at your lips, and you arenât either. you can feel yourself leaning in a little until it hits you.Â
âi forgot to get tomato paste.â your head falls onto his chest, the realization hitting you that linda probably still in the aisle you guys left her in. ryland laughs, cradling your head against him. âcâmon letâs pay for this, and weâll just go to grocery outlet and get it there.â
âdeal,â you say, speed-walking past the aisle you two left linda in, to the cash register.
running into your ex âËâĄâŸđ€âœ âĄËâ
it was very rare for you and ryland to go out and drink. usually opting to stay in your cozy apartment, with a bottle of wine and whatever movie you two decided to watch. but with another school year coming to an end, and ryland yet again getting voted teacher of the year, you had to celebrate.Â
ever since you two ran into rylandâs ex, something has shifted between the two of you. a lot more lingering touches and stares. itâs like you got a taste of what life could be like if you both just confessed already, but no one wants to break first. so youâre just dancing between the line of friends and something more. You two sat at the bar, mirroring each other. both resting your head on your hand, a huge matching smile on both of your faces.
âi love all my students, but man, does it feel good to know i will never have to see jake ever again,â he takes a swig of his beer, and you laugh. jake, his student was a menace, to put it nicely, and made rylandâs year a living hell. but he sure kept you entertained with all the stories.Â
âyou mean you wonât miss the kid who set his lab worksheet on fire so he didnât have to complete it?â ryland loved the sound of your laugh. he would become a clown if that meant heâd hear it for the rest of his life. constantly telling you really bad puns or dad jokes, that you somehow still really enjoyed, and made sure to tell you anything slightly amusing that happened in his day. âoh gosh. donât remind me.âÂ
âmr. grace, i thought it was unfair for teachers to have favorites,â you tease, switching to play with the straw in your drink. ryland wishes he could hear you say his name like that over and over again. âhmm. it may be unfair, but we definitely have them,â ryland brings his arm down to rest on the bar, dangerously close to your hand.Â
âwho wouldâve known the schoolâs teacher of the year could be such a bad boy?â ryland hmms at your comment, trying to hold back any groan from the effect your words have on him. heâs be anything you wanted as long as he was yours. maybe itâs the alcohol in your system, giving you the extra confidence to drive him crazy. or maybe you're just tired of dancing around the truth and want nothing more than to feel the weight of his body on top of yours. ryland shifts in his seat, his pinky sliding against the back of your hand by accident. but the charged stare between you two only makes your mind wander off more.Â
but of course, your daydreams are cut short by a voice you didnât expect to hear.
you force your gaze over to the unwelcome guest, and your heart sinks. youâre ex, the reason you had to move in with ryland in the first place, motions to the empty seat next to you.
âyes. now get the hell away from me, andrew.â you try to shoo him away, but he just laughs, inviting himself to sit behind you. you instinctively get up, slotting yourself in between rylandâs legs and getting as close as possible to him. you mouth, sorry, to him, and she shakes his head. his hands naturally find your waist, and it feels possessive. as much as ryland wants to enjoy the permission to have his hands on you, heâs tense knowing your ex is here, essentially terrorizing you. his jaw tight, eyes darting between you and the idiot behind you.He looks into your eyes, gaze softening, and whispers, âyou wanna go?â but before you can answer, your ex opens his big stupid mouth again.
âcâmon princess, don't be like that. i know you miss me.â he quips, and you can practically hear the smile on his face. ryland watches as you close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to not let his words get to you. he knows you well enough to know that if youâre angered enough, this will either end with you angrily crying and spewing hateful words or slapping him. and right now, heâs trying to avoid both. his thumb draws circles on the front of your hips as he tries to flag the bartender to close out your tab. you're trying to ignore him, really trying, but he knows the more he keeps egging you on, youâll eventually cave and have to say something. He just has to find the right angle.
âthis who you left me for, princess? i know he canât treat you like i can.â you scoff at his words. ryland knows for a fact that without even dating you, heâs treated you better by a landslide. and if you gave him the chance, heâd worship the ground you walked on, because you deserved that. âplease let me fucking kill him,â you whisper, and ryland laughs. âjust ignore him, weâll go home soon,â you can tell ryland is also on edge. his calm and steady voice is laced with something bitter and sharp. As the bartender approaches you two, ryland fishes for his wallet and gently guides you to sit on his thigh. His hand draped over your hip as he handed his card over to the bartender. you rest your head on his shoulder, fixing your eyes to stare away from your ex.Â
âcâmon baby, i know he canât fuck you like i can,â your ex reaches out to try to touch your knee. and if this wasnât your last straw, it sure as hell was rylandâs. he stands up, pushing you behind him, grabbing hold of andrewâs wrist. his grip is firm, and ryland is seeing red. regardless if he is your boyfriend or not, that is now how you talk about any woman. and heâs definitely not going to stand for anyone disrespecting you.Â
âyou can make yourself look as pathetic as you want by trying to get her attention this way, but youâre not about to lay your hands on my girl, you hear me?â you mouth falls open at rylandâs words. youâve never seen him act this way before. sure, heâs a middle school teacher who occasionally needs to get stern with his students. but the mix of aggression in his voice towards your ex, with a possessive hand on you, and the words âmy girl,â lingering in your mind, made your knees weak. you shouldn't be turned on right now, but you can feel the heat pooling in your lower stomach as the thought of being his girl flashes in your mind.Â
andrew lifts his hands up in defeat and takes a step back when ryland lets his wrist go. the bartender hands ryland his card back. he puts it away, nodding at the bartender to thank him, and gently guides you with a hand on the small of your back out of the bar. ryland is still seething from that man thinking he has any right to look in your direction, let alone touch you.Â
youâre walking down the block, still in a daze from ryland defending your honor, when he pulls you into an empty alley. your back is up against a random building as ryland tries to control his breathing. you can see the worry in his eyes, probably scared he took things too far. his hands go to touch you, but he flinches back, as if heâs scared to touch you without your permission.Â
âare you okay?â he asks, voice still a little tough, chest rising and falling rapidly. You nod your head, and reach out to touch him. âiâm okay, ry.â you hand snaking up to rest on his chest. you can feel his heart pounding, and you feel bad for the stress you caused. he can see your eyes fill with worry, and he grabs hold of your hand on his chest. âthis isnât your fault, okay. that guy is an imbecile, and he shouldnât have said those things to you.â he squeezes your hand, and you nod. you donât trust your voice right now. sure, you guys have been more physically affectionate and gotten extremely cozy, playing the part of boyfriend and girlfriend way too often, but there is something different in this moment. Itâs a little too real and too intimate.Â
âIâm sorry if i took it too far. he was just saying all those disgusting things to you, and something in me just took over. i just couldnât stand there and do nothing, but if i made you uncomfortable, i understand.â he's rambling, not even looking you in the eyes anymore, almost a little shy. you smile at how soft he turns when it comes to you. heâs hovering over you, face so close to yours, and your mind flashes back to the bar and how close you were to giving in to your feelings for him. you'd give anything right now to truly experience being ryland graceâs girl.Â
your hand cups his cheek, forcing his gaze up to look at you. âdonât apologize. you did nothing wrong,â he nods, but you can tell he doesnât believe you. so you try a different approach to reassure him, âplus, it was really hot.â rylandâs eyes go wide at your words, and the devilish grin on your face makes his whole face flush. âyeah?â his voice is quiet and so shy, the complete opposite of how it was in the bar. âmmhmm,â you squeeze your thighs together, feeling yourself get worked up at the thought of it, and ryland groans when he catches you. his hand find their place on your hips again, and he presses himself into you, against the wall. Â
ânever seen you so angry before, mr. grace,â you lips ghost over his, and he lets out a little whine from the sound of his name leaving your lips. you canât take it anymore; the feeling of him feels so good against you, and you need his lips on yours. you lean in, kissing him, and he freezes for a second, not registering that this is real. your hands snake into his hair at the nape of his neck, and he melts into you. itâs slow, and sensual, and you feel his tongue swipe at your bottom lip, begging you to enter.Â
you arch off the wall, his grip on your waist getting firmer, as you deepen the kiss. you pull the hair at the nape of his neck, and he whines when the kiss ends. heâs looking at you, eyes hooded and filled with need. âgonna make me your girl, ryland?â you look up at him through fluttering lashes, your voice laced with desperation. ryland moans, pressing his hardening cock against you, and you smirk. but before you can bring his lips onto him again, alarm bells go off in his head, and he pulls away.
the anxiety has returned to his eyes, and he begins to ramble, âwait, are you sure this is what you want. youâve had an emotionally taxing night, and we were drinking, and i donât want to do something youâre gonna regret later. we can take a pause and just go home and reassess in the morning if you want-â you cut him off with a hand slightly squeezing the bulge in his pants, and his hips buck into your grasp. âi want this. i've wanted this for so long,â you start peppering his jaw in kisses, continuing to rub him over his jeans. you feel his cock twitch, and you pull away, smirking. ânow take me home, ryland. we have a lot of time to make up for." ryland is speechless, knowing you've wanted him as long as he has. he feels like an idiot for not acting sooner. he takes too long to respond, so you decide to tease him a little more. "but you know, only if you want." you shrug, trying to push past him.
âyes, maâam,â he obliges, grabbing your hand and leading you on the walk back to your apartment. you giggle as he begins to pick up speed, you practically jogging behind him. it was going to be a long night.Â
