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I'm still working on the drabble game requests btw! please don't think I forgot about them if you sent one in. I am just still writing so slow as I work through my writers block and get back in the feel of writing :)

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YALL, Okay, I seriously need to re-do my masterlist. I am debating having one general Goose character masterlist versus one for each? What does everyone think is best? I'm curious.

I also need to re-do the banners... I think I can do some cute stills for each in the same template style.

I've gotta add Colt, Luke, Stephen, and Ken to the list too!

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move in mystery ft. holland

❀ tags — holland march & gn reader, usage of sweet pet names b/c I love them, established relationship, slow move in together, cute, fluffy, nsfw implications, mention of hickies, sex toy reference, 18+ (no minors on my blog!), mention of grief counseling b/c holland has been b/c he needs it, holland is a cutie oblivious pi ;)

❀ fic infos—1k

❀ a/n — thanks you to anonymous for requesting this from my drabble game and thank you to my fellow holland wet cat enjoyer bestie @ken-dom for always hypin' me up. <3

➝ summary; after months of dating, the march man is surprised to find his space is changing.

Holland has been a gumshoe for years–longer than Holly has been alive and he feels like he’s pretty good at observing what happens around him. Usually. Thus, he is a little caught off guard one morning as he stands in his private bathroom.

Living with a teenage daughter, there’s not a lot of places that aren't covered in her things so he takes some pride in his area. Holland invests in lots of expensive hair products, colognes, and other self-care items that he loves when he can bother to remember he bought them.

The private detective likes to keep them neatly stacked on the counter amongst his knick knacks. The bathroom also has an adjourning walk-in closet where his many luxury suits and nice shoes are neatly stored. 

He even paid a pretty penny to have one of those home organizers come out and make it extra spiffy. To this day he says it was worth it. All because this is his mancave area where he becomes the March Man, right? 

“So, why in the world am I standing on a fluffy orange rug and why does the bathroom smell like vanilla?” Holland mutters to himself. He looks around the room and scratches his chin, blue eyes narrowing a bit.

He's just rolled out of bed and came into the bathroom to do his morning ritual, but he's distracted now.

There’s even some products on the sink that aren’t his: a spankin' brand new toothbrush, soft hand towels hanging, some kind of automatic air freshener, and more.

He doesn’t really mind it all per say and the room does feel nicer. As if the space has been given what it has been missing, but he still has to get to the bottom of this promptly.

“Sweetheart?” Holland calls out as he hurries back into his bedroom.

You are laying in bed wrapped in the comforter still, looking cozy as you lounge in one of his blue button down shirts. Evidence of a few hickies can be seen poking out the collar and your hair is still messy from last night's activities.

The sight causes him to smile shyly and rub the back of his neck. Sometimes it still catches him off guard how wonderfully different his days feel when he starts them with you.

“Yes, Holl?” You ask with a sleepy smile.

Right, he needs to focus on the mystery at hand. Holland clears his throat and points at the bathroom door.

“There’s a lot of new stuff there. Do you know if Holly is trying to pull one over me? I’m trying to get to the bottom of why there's a soft fluffy rug and other stuff that doesn't belong to me."

He wouldn’t put it past his sneaky daughter to be doing some kind of prank on him.

You tilt your head and let out a small laugh. “What? No silly, I’ve been bringing some items over lately. You only just noticed?”

Holland’s eyes widen as your words dawn on him. He mentally replays all the stuff he noticed and feels like the biggest fool in the world.

“Shit. I guess so. I’ve just been really distracted, you know my cases keep me busy.” He says quickly, running a hand through his messy dirty-blonde hair.

“Ah, right.” You say carefully. “Um, does it bother you? It’s just lately I spend more nights over here than I do in my own place, so I grabbed some cute decor stuff too. I didn’t even realize it was that much until a few days ago."

Holland mulls that over. It’s true. Over the past few months of dating, you’ve become a real fixture in the March household. Most nights after work you stop by and have dinner with them. It just became natural for Holland to want you to stay over and cuddle–amongst other things.

He had made sure Holly didn't have a problem with it and since the two of you got along wonderfully, it's been amazing.

Fuck, I’ve probably given them the wrong impression.

Holland takes the last few steps to the bed and sits on the edge next to you. He reaches over and leans in to place a sweet kiss on your forehead as he cups your cheek.

“No, darling. It doesn’t bother me at all, I genuinely just didn’t realize. I guess after my wife, I never considered sharing private spaces like this with a partner.”

Normally, it would have been very hard for Holland to admit something like that, but grief counseling has helped him come leaps and bounds.

“That’s completely understandable.” You say gently, leaning in to Holland’s touch easily. “It’s an adjustment for me too.”

“Yeah, you’ve never even lived with anyone before, right?”

“Just family and I’ve never dated anyone seriously like this either."

Holland nods and brushes a finger over your lips in a way that makes your gaze flicker down to his shirtless form.

“Well, don't worry, my love. I’m open to the change even if I am a little slow on uptake.”

You let out a giggle. “You’ve seen the closet too right?”

Holland lets out a dramatic gasp. “Tell me you didn’t disrupt the organizational structure Tiffany implemented?”

You roll your eyes. “I followed the chart posted on the wall, I swear.”

Holland lets out a low chuckle before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that leaves you breathless.

“Jeez Louise, you’re a keeper.” He murmurs, forehead pressed against yours.

You wrap your hands around his shoulders and pull him in for another lip lock. When you finally let him go, there's a mischievous way about you.

“All yours, Mr. March. Later, I’ll show you some of the things I put in the nightstand. Those are just for you to see and enjoy.”

Holland smirks, remembering last weekend when you had brought over a blindfold and some other interesting toys.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to see. But, seriously uhh bring whatever else you like. I can handle it. I like you being here and your things.” He assures with a twinkle in his bright blues.

You search his handsome face thoughtfully for any doubt one last time.

“You're really sure, Holl?"

“Absolutely, baby."

And with that sorted, Holland spends the rest of the morning showing you just how much he loves having you over–and in his bed.

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Hello the lovely and beautiful and amazing Greer. Here is my request for your mini game ;)!

Goose: Luke

Genre: Comfort or fluff (you pick! If you choose comfort then it can be for either the reader or Luke, no preference)

Prompt: being genuinely surprised when their partner snaps at their own parents after they say something out of line

Have fun with it <3 we cheer for your writing mwah mwah /p

you're such a sweeethearttt :) i see now in the server that you just went to bed, but here it is! its rough and not beta read, but I hope you like it, my friend. don't #mog me. did I use that right? OKAYY BYEE

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high hopes, baby— ft. Luke

tags — luke glanton & trust fund baby!reader, gender neutral pronouns, meeting the parents, developing relationship, open ending, some tension, bickering, attempts at shaming luke, but reader doesn't take no shit, comfort... basically

fic infos— 1k

a/n — thanks to the amazing @chronicdekay for sending this Drabble request in and always encouraging me and motivating me. c: we are the troublemakers even if u call me a larper <3 // I can't believe I managed to keep this so short. We are learning!

summary — you're a trust fund baby, he's a stuntman in a traveling carnival. who knows where it will go?

The bottom of Luke's black boot taps aimlessly under the table and his blue eyes shift around the room constantly. Usually, he is one of the most confident people in any room he’s in, but not right now. 

Tonight, he sits in a fancy ass dining room surrounded by fine dining ware and serving trays of food he’s never tasted before. Luke wasn't even sure what to get and you quickly put a few things on his plate.

He's never even been in a place like this. Technically, it must be a mansion and while you had implied your parents were some moneybags, this is next level. There's a chandelier in the entry way, the walls are beige on beige, and the furniture looks too expensive to touch.

You're sitting next to him during the dinner, which does ease him somewhat, but he can still feel the heavy eyes of your family on him. They're judging him, evaluating him, and no doubt wondering what he is doing with you.

The first to start questioning him is your father, who is seated across from him beside your mother and older brother.

"So, Luke. We hear you're in a traveling carnival, the stories you must have to tell. It's quite a life you choose to live."

Luke glances up at your father and tries to smile politely. "Yeah, it's not always an easy living, but I make the best of it."

"I admire that, but what do you exactly?" Your father presses. “You’ve certainly captured the attention of my secondborn and they talk about you constantly.”

"Nothin' impressive, I'm just one of the motorcycle stuntmen."

"Pfft," you say, shaking your head. "He's being modest, Luke's show is the talk of the town and so fun to watch. The way he drives on his bike and the stunt's he can pull off. You'll just have to come see for yourself, Dad."

Under the table, you press a hand to Luke's thigh and give him a small smile. He returns it and appreciates the way you steady him. He’s also a little surprised to hear you discuss him, but he likes it.

Luke isn’t too sure what someone as good and polished as you see’s in a guy like him. He likes to tease you by calling you a trust fund brat, but you really are incredibly down to earth.

"What business would a man like your father have at a carnival? I'm sorry, but those types of places are below us." Your mother suddenly says bluntly.

Luke freezes at that comment and the pleasant mood in the air fades. Your mother hasn't spoken much since he arrived and he gets the vibe she isn't exactly thrilled to meet him. Guess that feeling is spot on.

Your brother lets out a chuckle from across the table. "Yeah, they really are. I'm not sure why you've been slumming it with this carnival trash the last few weeks, little sibling."

Luke swallows hard at that. It's not like he is ashamed of his life and he loves the freedom it gives him, but he's not a fan of being seen as an embarrassment. Especially when it comes to you.

Luke looks down at his plate and tries to quell the anger rising in his chest. He wants to make a smart ass remark or simply give 'em all the middle finger, but what would you think of that? Maybe he should just leave. Maybe they’re right.

Before he can make a decision either way, you speak up like lightning.

"Shut your mouth, Sean. You think you're high and mighty judging my boyfriend, but he is more of a gentleman than you will ever be in your entire life. Trust me, I've spoken to some of your ex's and they would probably call you the slum king."

Your brother blinks in shock, his mouth agape, but you aren't done. The words continue to roll off your sharp tongue as you turn to your mother.

"Mom, I don't appreciate you saying Luke is less than because he works at carnival. He makes an honest living and entertains people across the country like all of his co-workers. Didn't you and Dad live in a trailer when he first started his business? Maybe try to remember how it was before Dad handed you his shiny credit card."

Luke is stunned and speechless. He watches as your family doesn't even respond, in fact your father pinches his face in a way that suggests he's trying not to react.

“I like him and Dad is the only one even making an effort to get to know him. The two of you saw his tattoos and heard about his job and decided to be snobs. I don’t appreciate it, so please stop."

You cross your arms as you finish, staring daggers at your family. Luke notices you also move your chair closer to his, as if wanting to protect him.

There's a beat of silence as everyone processes before your father lets out strained laugh.

"Well, as you can see, in this family we encourage everyone to speak their minds even if it can be ill advised."

"I can see that." Luke says, a slow grin forming on his face.

“Hey,” you start, eyeing Luke and reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I apologize on their behalf for how uncomfortable they’ve made this. If you want, we can leave and grab a bite elsewhere?”

He considers it but ultimately shrugs the idea off.

“Nah, I still wanna stay. You invited me over and all, that means something to me.”

You gaze at him carefully, but give a gentle nod before picking up your fork.

“Alright, but one more negative comment from anyone and we’re out of here to get good ol' fashion some burgers.”

Everyone can tell you aren't joking. Luke can't wait till the two of you are alone so he can kiss you breathless cause damn what are you doing to him?

The rest of the dinner goes by fine now that everyone has remembered their manners. Luke finds himself glancing at you occasionally and having some rare thoughts. 

This town isn’t too bad and it might be nice to take a break from the life for a while. He’ll always love the carnival scene, but he’s been restless lately. The show’s still in town for a few weeks longer, so he’ll see where the wind takes him.

Either way, Luke has some high hopes for the two of you and after tonight, he thinks you do too.

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Pookie is back!

Birria Man and I are still going strong. Small rough patch when both of us realized we were keeping some past relationship trauma that we were scared would repeat in ours, but we talked through it with each other and our separate therapists (this man was seeing a therapist before I met him, we love a self aware man).

We went out again tonight for his birthday, nice dinner and then cuddling at chatting at my place for 3 hours (he would’ve stayed over, but he was on call for work tomorrow and got activated). The only other non-sibling I can yap with like this is my best friend of 13 years. So we’re still on the up and up :)

Can’t wait to read what you’ve been playing with since we last chatted!

Love,

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I'm glad to hear the two of you are still going strong despite the rough patch. I am proud of you for both for pursing therapy and I am rooting for the two of you. <3

My writing mojo has been non-existent with this writers block, but we are trying to get back on the horse!!! I hope you enjoy though and finding comfort in all the good things.

I am sending you love and support, dear bee!!!

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Drabble requests now closed! I got around ten and that's more than amazing. Thank you to everyone who sent some in! Let's hope my muse is merciful and stops teasing me <3

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my wips are not wiping and they all seem boring af but I have to write today or else istg 😔

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I miss holland and writing holland smmmm :(

im gonna write some holland today... the amount of drafts I have of ol BOY I aint even counted. its prob like 15 for my mans.

oh and if you remember about Rebecca and I saying we're collabing that's still going very well. we're legit at 12k and its just been constant fun.

but yes expect a fic of my man holland soon. ima decide what to work on rn <3

ALSO WHAT DO WE THINK about the nickname Holls? I think it is fucking adorable. OH and I head canon Holland has a mom named Hollis and she's a bit of a personality.

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⋄ tags: Knight Colt & Princess!Reader, Forbidden Love, Runaway Love, Fluff, Romance, All that Jazz, Cliche Fairy Tale Romance, HEHEHE, Corny Fluff don't @ me ⋄ infos: oneshot, 3.1k ⋄ a/n: this is for @goosegroupiechallenges also thank you to the bestie @ken-dom for encouraging me with her kind words! & @littlerobinette for reading this over. now on to discussing our Stephen plans... <3 𐙚 summary: You’ve loved Colt all your life, but the royal blood in your veins forbids it. Can you change your fate?

A sigh leaves you as for the first time all day, you truly allow yourself to relax in the privacy of your bedchambers. The soft mattress and heavy quilt are a wonderful oasis from the daily stressors and pressure. And as the tedious day is over, you've traded your stiff corset and dress in favor of a white linen shift too. 

You love the chance to just be yourself like this–no royal crown weighing heavy on your head. 

Especially lately since the palace has been buzzing with preparations for your younger brother’s wedding. He is marrying a princess from another kingdom and everyone is absolutely overjoyed over the news. 

There will be a lavish wedding and days long celebration in the royal city. There's high expectations as his sibling that you must perform alongside your family. 

Not to mention, all the attention it has now put on you to finally consider the growing line of suitors eager for your hand. A subject that your father brings up frequently and vividly.

Preferably, you would avoid that subject forever or simply choose the man you want to be King alongside you, but such is not the proper tradition. The law says the princess does not get a say. And the law is bullshit. So, for now, you just let your mind quiet and not worry over what you cannot change. 

Thank the gods you can finally get some shut eye at least. However, before you can begin to drift off… A sudden tap tap tap against the glass window causes you to freeze.

Your gaze snaps over to the wall at the rough, yet familiar knock. Normally, you would immediately go and grab a guard, but you’ve an inkling it's a certain someone. 

A smile graces your lips at the thought of him and you pull yourself up from the bed. You walk over to the large oval window that gives you a view of the vast beautiful kingdom. From this view, you can see the verdant rolling hills to the numerous buildings and homes that signify the thriving area.

The land your father constantly reminds you will someday be yours to rule. Despite your own wishes being far from that.

Quiet as can be, you unlatch the rusted silver lock that keeps it closed and push it. You lean over and peek out into the night to see a most familiar sight. The handsome face of your personal knight, Colt or Sir Seavers as he is known to society, stares up at you. 

Colt is hanging below the windowsill, having used the strong vines to scale the cobblestone palace wall. The knight is known for his impressive physical prowess and can pretty much climb anything.

Still, how he manages to get up to your fourth story room tucked away in the huge castle, you shall never know. 

“Hello there, princess. Lovely night isn't it?" Colt asks, offering you a cheeky grin. The man appears light and carefree as if he has all the time in the world.

“Colt! Are you really doing this once again?” You hiss. "I thought we agreed you would stop sneaking in this way."

“Couldn't manage any other tonight and I wanted to see you. Besides, I love the challenge-though I must admit these vines are not the most stable." He lets out an uneasy laugh and shifts his weight. "...Might I have permission to come up?” 

As if there is any world you would not allow him, but Colt's sensibilities require him to ask anyways. Giving a hurried nod, you back away from the window to give him space. 

It is not proper at all for your knight to be in your private quarters like this, but it's hardly the first time Colt has secretly visited you. And if you have your way, it will be far from the last.

It is the only alone time the two of you get. 

Nimble as ever, Colt manages to hoist himself up and get his wide frame through your window safely. His worn riding boots touch the stone flooring with a small thump as he lands before standing straight at his full towering height. Colt absentmindedly brushes off his beige tunic and adjusts the black leather belt that sits at his brown trousers.

He is the tallest and broader knight in the squad. Which has helped him reach the high status of captain of the guard. The only one who would even imagine climbing the castle.

A sigh of relief leaves you. You'll never get used to watching him do dangerous stunts like this. Even if it is his sworn duty to protect you and stop whatever harm comes your way. 

Satisfied with himself now, Colt addresses you warmly with a bright smile.

“Sorry to intrude, my lady. I know you must be tired after all the chaos of the day. My men and I have been running practice drills in preparation for all the extra company soon to arrive and–”

Before Colt can get another word out, you are throwing yourself into his hearty embrace. He catches you immediately, his arms coming to wrap around your form naturally like as if he was expecting you. A chuckle leaves him as he holds you tight against his firm chest. 

You nuzzle into him, feeling safe and loved as your fingers grip his shirt to pull him even closer.

“What a greeting, dare I say you missed me?” 

“I did,” you admit without hesitation. "it's been much too frantic lately. I can barely remember the last time you came to see me. It's been far too long and I'm not pleased.” 

“I've seen you multiple times today.” Colt murmurs, as he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head and runs a hand down your back. 

“That hardly counts when we're forced to pretend we're not lovers. I must address you all stiff and proper.” You say with a pout.

“Yes, but regardless I treasure any minute I get to be in your presence.”

His sincere words cause butterflies to bloom in your stomach and your cheeks to warm. “You do?”

“Of course. You, my dear princess, are a singular beauty and hold my undying affection.”

“Oh Colt… You have mine as well, you are the only man who ever has and will forever.”

“I hope that will always be true.” He says softly, his blue eyes smoldering.

The two of you have confessed your feelings to each other many times over, but you never tire of hearing his heart.

With that, Colt slowly steps backward with you until the two of you are falling into your bed, laughing and smiling. He pulls you on top of him and you make yourself cozy lying across his strong body. 

Colt settles in nicely, his dirty-blonde hair locks fall against your plush pillows. His arms stay firmly wrapped around you.

There is genuinely no other time you feel so at peace than when you are with the man you adore so much, and are able to be as affectionate as you like. No hiding your love due to society's rules. 

You lazily draw circles on his chest and hum.

"Colt... will you stay the night?" 

You know you shouldn't ask, but you've just missed him so lately. 

He stiffens for a moment and sighs.

"I can't stay more than an hour or so to avoid any suspicions, my darling. You know that." 

You nod once. Of course, you understand and just wish that wasn't so.

Gazing up at him, you allow yourself to bask in the beauty of his features for a moment.

Colt is as ruggedly handsome as ever with his strong jawline and dark brown beard. His dirty-blonde bangs fall across his forehead, stopping just above those cobalt eyes of his. He wears his hair a bit longer these days, but he'll probably cut it soon knowing him. 

You once mentioned you like it short and he's never seemed to have forgotten that. Though honestly the man could wear his hair however and still take your breath away.

“I missed you.” You whisper simply, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Lips brushing against his, the two of you share a chaste kiss. Colt always tastes of vanilla and sandalwood, so addicting and so utterly him. Your lips meet once more and then again until you're both breathless and smiling like two lovesick fools.

Just a few kisses and your cheeks are already warm. You can't help but remember the last time Colt was here. The two of you have never gone very far, but he did remove his tunic to reveal his toned chest. A sight that left you blushing for days.

Yet, before you can possibly suggest a repeat of that night, Colt averts his eyes from your briefly and his face falls.

“I heard through the castle grapevine that your father is having some of your suitors attend the wedding.”

Ah… Trust the castle gossipers to spread that bit of information like wildfire.

“Unfortunately, that is true. It is against my fervent wishes.” You try to assure him, guilt swirling in your stomach.

Colt appears grim. “I see. I foolishly hoped it was false.” 

“If only, but we knew this would happen eventually.”

“We did. It doesn't make it any easier to know men are coming to vie for your hand.”

“I know. I apologize profusely, my love.”

There's a beat of silence as the situation hits you both. It hurts, but you don't regret one moment of your affair with Colt. 

But then Colt cuts through the quiet with a question that strikes your heart like lightning.

“Princess, is our love doomed? Are we simply fools delaying fate’s hand?”

You let out a defeated sigh. “Perhaps. I suppose we've always known my royal blood would intervene eventually.”

It's a topic the two of you typically avoid because in your mind it's a dead end. Akin to attempting to stop the tide from coming into shore–inevitable. It pains you deeply, but your father has made it clear that you shall do his bidding and marry another royal. 

“I'm a knight and you've the expectations of the land on your shoulders. We're from two different worlds and this kingdom will never allow us to cross that divide.” Colt says solemnly.

“I know.” You answer, heart breaking with every word. “Despite all of that, I've been in love with you since we were mere brats that played through the castle.”

“As have I. There you were, the future queen chasing after me and my twin brother like any other commoner."

You grinned at the childhood memories. You, Colt, and Ryland–who is now a wonderful mage in another kingdom-made quite the trio.

“We have a boundless love and I’ll never feel the way I do about you for some stranger. I don’t care what riches and status he may have.”

“Are you certain?” Colt asks, searching your expression for any doubt.

“Of course. I would marry you if only I could."

You’ve thought about this long and hard. You love Colt and while you do care about the kingdom, you aren’t like your younger siblings. The allure of the throne holds no merit for you in the face of your one true love. 

Whatever Colt sees in your face must be enough because he nods and shifts to rise. Wordlessly, you move off him and watch as he stands from the bed. He begins to pace the room, one hand running through his dirty-blonde locks as he mumbles to himself. 

It is unlike him as the knight is typically at ease and calm.

“Colt, what are you thinking?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing.

It takes a minute, but he finally stops pacing and turns to look at you resolutely. The expression he wears is deeply serious, the same as before going into battle.

“Princess, I have a proposal, but I warn you we would technically be breaking the law and severely hurting the kingdom.”

You blink in shock.

“What ever are you on about? You are no criminal, you are the shining example of our kingdom. The youngest to ever be promoted to knighthood by my father because of the devotion shown to our land.”

“Yes and all of that matters dearly to me, but it is also part of the reason we can never be together.”

“Well, yes.” You admit. 

“So, my plan is… What if we run away?”

Your eyes widen and before you can respond, Colt hurries to continue.

“Please, let me finish just… Imagine it. You and I could leave in the dead of night and tell nobody in the castle of our plan. It's the perfect timing since the city will soon be overloaded with guests. We settle elsewhere and some place in the world where our titles hold no relevance."

You're so shocked all you can do is mumble out. “H-How in the heavens would we?”

Colt comes back to you now and slowly lowers himself to kneel in front of you. He takes both of your hands in his and looks up at you imploringly.

“I’ve been writing to my brother as I often do. I told him of our plight and he assured me that his Queen would welcome us with open arms. We would assume other names and be free to do as we like."

Colt's plan sounds simple and he seems to have thought it out. You're not surprised to hear he involved his brother and that does make you feel better. Yet doubts immediately flood your mind.

“But my father would be furious and my mother would worry so much. They're counting on me to rule over the kingdom one day and I would just abandon all of those expectations? I-I can't.”

Colt closes his eyes once and lets out a deep breath. When he opens his eyes again he wears the same polite smile he always does when he's on watch. It's polite, guarded, and respectful. 

He would never push you, never ask you to do something once you've said no clearly.

“I see, I understand, your highness.” He says, his hands releasing yours as he stands back up.

You watch as he walks away from you, his shoulders low as if he's had the wind knocked out of him. It pains you terribly.

“I’m sorry, Colt. Truly I am.”

He doesn't turn back towards you.

“Do not apologize, it was irresponsible of me to even suggest it. I just want you to be happy after all and I needed to present this path as an option."

“You make me happy.” You insist.

“Yes, but I can never stand by your side properly the way a husband could. Our love can only thrive in the secrecy of the dark and soon not even that because of your father's plans."

You stand then, the weight of his words landing as you realize what he means. 

“Are you saying we should stop seeing each other like this?”

The idea of ending this even despite knowing how true his words ring leave you cold.

Colt visibly tenses at your question, but answers honestly.

“Princess, I only mean that there are no other options and so perhaps… It is time we stop trying to fight against destiny. Yet, no matter what happens I always love you and devote myself to your cause." 

He starts towards the window then and your heart stops at the sight. It's as if your entire romance is flashing through your mind. 

Playing with Colt in your youth as best friends, noticing how handsome he was as teenagers, and finally confessing your feelings to him as a young adult. And every time since then that he's stood in your presence to protect you. Along with all the secret moments he's spent alone with you despite all the risk. 

Could you really lose it all? What will you really do when it comes time to love another? You’ve already tried to talk to your father about your concerns and he stomped on your wishes.

“Colt, wait!” Your body is moving before you can think and you're rushing forward to him. He turns to face you at the last second and once again catches you in his arms.

“Princess, be careful or your night guard may come in–” Colt says worriedly, his gaze flashing to your bedroom door.

He moves his hands to your shoulders as you look up at him earnestly. All the words in your heart come out in a jumble and you simply can't stop them.

“I’m terrified because as much as I whine and complain about my life, it is all I have ever known. Royalty, being waited on hand and foot, having a protector at my side.” You pause to inhale, but keep going on quickly.

“If I strip myself of my titles then who am I? I do not know and the thought of that scares me but… The idea of never having the chance to love you the way we deserve scares me even more.”

Colt’s eyebrows furrow and he swallows thickly.

“Does that mean…? I-I don't want to make you feel forced. We don't have to do this, we could ponder it further."

You shake your head. “No, I want to go with you. It’s scary, but you will be there every step of the way, right?”

“That will never change. I will stay by your side the same way I have since we were children, since I became your knight. We'll figure it out together.”

“What if you don’t like who I am without a crown? What if you find me tedious and dislike me?" You ask with a serious pout.

He lets out a low laugh as if your words catch him by genuine surprise.

“My darling, I have loved you long before I even fully understood what royalty meant. And this will be a journey for both of us, figuring out who we are outside of princess and knight, but I could never dislike you."

“Well, I have always wanted to live freely–just as myself.” You admit shyly.

The thought of getting to walk around unencumbered, making friends, and being in charge of yourself makes you smile. Those are fantasies you've had forever. 

“But we must plan this properly. My father will not rest until he finds me and I must write my mother a note explaining myself.”

“Of course, we won’t leave until you're satisfied every measure has been thought of.”

You feel reassured by his words, but the gravity of the situation is not lost on you. 

“We’re really going to try to change fate?”

“Not try, princess. We will.” He promises, his blue eyes ablaze.

With that he captures your lips again in a passionate kiss and the two of you some time to let the world fade away. Soon, you will face difficulty choices and obstacles, but whatever happens will come as it may.

Tonight, you take comfort in knowing that you are wholly in love and determined to fight your knight no matter the cost.

[detective-march]

Hi dearest, saw your tldr. Take whatever time you need, your rygos fam will be here when you’re ready. I may drop more Birria Man stories in your inbox in the meantime, but you held my heart before he did.

Love,

-🐝

BEEEE! I've missed chatting with you and thank you so much for the asks you sent me. They genuinely made me smile. You are the sweetest. 😊 I'm going to respond to both via this one. AND FIRSTLY, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!! I hope it was amazing and you were able to have a great time with whoever you love to celebrate with and all!

And of course secondly, the tea is so hot I'm shaking 🫪🫪

I MEAN personally when you're in that dating era sometimes you just gotta take a risk and go there. Have I ever done that impulsively? Maybe, possibly... yes ahahaha. So, I totally understand and ultimately if shit changes after than yk he ain't worth it! As long as you felt all good and were happy (which it seems you were ;) then that is what matters.

and a little role reversal is always fun hehehe. I look forward to hearing your updates and I hope you are so well. Thank you once more for the support and love, you're a sweetheart!!

Look forward to hearing from you soon, dear beee!✨

[detective-march]

test run / driver

⋄ tags: bf!driver x gender neutral!reader, NSFW 18+ (duh my blog is only for adultsss!) afab, drive is dom cause... im a slut for doms, use of word pussy, fingering with gloves on, mention of spanking, sensory?? aspects, NOT beta read and y'all know my ass adhd as hell so excuse mistakes.

⋄ a/n: erm, a little quick drabble supposed to be bullet fic thingie. anyway i been tryin' get back in my groove so ya know sdjhdjhasjdhasjdhasd and so I guess we are back😳

𐙚 summary: driver decides to test run his new gloves on you.

The idea to buy Driver gloves comes after he takes you on a ride out to his favorite spot and you notice his brown leather gloves are getting a bit worn. You figure maybe it would be nice to give him some new ones. Maybe he could rotate them. The thought of him having a little reminder of you like that makes you happy.

You order them from a nice high-quality company online and even get them engraved with little scorpions next to the latches. You're so excited and can't wait to give them to him.

You hold off until the next time Driver has a free night and after a lovely quiet dinner at the small table in his living room, you present them to him.

Under the table, your leg is restless and your heart races. It's the first real gift you've given him since the two of you started seeing each other. So, it means a lot and you hope he likes it.

You placed them in a simple elegant black box wrapped in a white bow.

Driver seems so shocked. He kind of points at himself questioning and watches you carefully. 

You nod and say, "yes it's for you, just a little surprise."

So, Driver gingerly takes the gift as if he has never received one before. Maybe he hasn't. You haven't celebrated each other's birthdays yet or a major holiday, but you hope to get there with him.

Driver unwraps it carefully and after taking a deep breath, opens it to see the brand new gloves. You went with black leather since he already had brown and you think these will suit him too.

You watch as he picks them up and has this look of awe across his handsome face. His blue eyes are noticeably smoldering and he looks at you as if searching for something important.

"Thank you, I'll treasure these." He says seriously. His response may be short, but you know he genuinely means it. 

The two of you continue the night happily, just enjoying each other's company. You chatter on from Driver's small couch and he places the gloves on the coffee table infant of him. 

You tell him how stressful college has been lately and other worries on your mind. He listens well, always giving you his undivided attention.

Eventually, words run out and it's just comfortable silence. But as always, mood turns heated and before you know it, the two of you are kissing, softly at first until it turns into something more.

He presses you back into the couch cushions, taking the lead just the way you like. One firm hand is at your waist whilst the other cups your cheeks as he hungrily tastes you.

You think soon he'll ask you to head into the bedroom, but instead he pulls back from you. Wordlessly, he grabs the black leather gloves off the coffee table and begins putting them on.

He does it methodically with focus and flexes his fingers as he adjusts to the brand new leather. The fit is snug and just right on his large hands. It briefly occurs to you the man could be a hand model. You've never noticed another person's hands before, but goddamn his are attractive.

Still, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Driver? Are you heading out?"

He chuckles low. "No, baby. I want to give these a test run." 

As he speaks, his eyes rove over your figure in a way that causes heat to pool between your legs. "Undress for me. Now.”

At Driver’s command your cheeks warm and the meaning of his words hits you fast. You're standing and pulling your clothes off before you can think. And the minute you sit back down he’s leaning over your nude form and catching your lips once more.

You're completely his.

One arm wraps around his broad back while the other grips the couch underneath you. He smells good and you can't help but to pull him closer.

Driver finally lets you breathe again and he watches you as the cold leathers presses against your core. It's so different from his warm digits and makes you shiver. Your eyes squeeze shut as he tenderly runs a finger up and down your pussy, spreading your lips.

A moan leaves you as he starts to rub you until he hears you whimper and beg enough for him, just the way Driver loves. He takes his time, letting you adjust to his gloved hand before he finger fucks your pussy.

You never thought that your sweet present would result in this. Driver touching you with his leather gloves, watching your face with those intense blue eyes of his, drinking in your every reaction.

He acts as if you're the sexiest most beautiful sight he's ever seen. As if every sound of pleasure that comes out of you is the most erotic symphony.

You can usually hear the slick noises your body makes when Driver uses his nimble fingers, but now it's even louder. That seems to urge him on as he quickens his pace.

It's almost shocking to you now that he's never used his gloves to touch you. And it adds another layer of excitement, as you wonder how else he can use them on you. Maybe next time he might spank you with them. The thought of that alone makes you shiver with delight.

Your little moans and breathy whimpers fill his small apartment as your breaking point approaches. He never says much during these passionate moments and he doesn't need to.

The intense focus of Driver's actions and his expression are more than enough to stir you up. It's the same way he looks when he's behind the wheel, stern, and wholly dedicated.

Eventually, your climax can't hold off on any longer and you look up at him, silently begging for permission.

Driver nods once, his lip twitching in amusement. "You've been so good for me. Cum, baby."

And with his approval the overpowering sensation rushes through your body and causing you to moan out his name.

Driver slowly slips his finger out of you as body stops quivering. He observes his newly gifted gloves with newfound reverence and interest. The black leather is coated in your wetness and his cock twitches in his pants at the lewd sight.

Fuck, you've got him so bothered.

You watch with wide eyes as he brings a finger up to his mouth and making eye contact the entire time, his tongue darts out to taste you once more. He doesn't stop there either. He slides one finger into his mouth until he's satisfied, addicted to your unique flavor.

Driver stops after a moment and you notice he looks very smug. "Yeah, these will do just fine."

You swallow thickly, knowing you are not the only one imagining using the gloves again. After that, Driver never uses the gloves to drive his car, but anytime he puts them on... You know he's about to take you for a wild ride.

[detective-march]

Hey! For the bad things happen bingo, can I get Ryland Grace with concussion please?

Here you are dear anon <3

[detective-march]

trippin' over you / ry

⋄tags: teacher!ryland/reader, gender neutral pronouns, fluff, slight angst, mild concussion, mention of concussion symptoms, hospital visit, ryland falls of a ladder, tiny blood mention (not graphic) HE IS OKAY!, mutual pining, cute cute cute, soft softy soft, my headcanons about rylands back story

⋄ w/c: 5.3k ors

⋄ song inspo: photograph by ed sheeran, thinking out loud by ed sheeran, redbone by childish Gambino, 3005 by childish Gambino, for the first time by Mac demarco

⋄ a/n: here is the cutest Ryland Grace in the world (not). maybe. they're all cute. anonymous requester I am so sorry this took 4412123 billion years. thank you as always to the ever talented @lostinwildflowers for your help, means a lot to me as I always adore your writing. additional thanks to @zgrvty for listening to my random rambling and giving me the idea for the letter. you all support me like angels. writing friends are love, y'all.

𐙚 summary: in which you find out Ryland has been pining for you too. Unfortunately, he has to fall off a ladder for you to know.

Just Being Neighborly...

School has been let out for nearly two hours now. It’s Friday and most teachers have gone home, but you are still sitting in your classroom grading essays. It's nearly summer now and you want to treasure these last few papers. All the wonderful students you’ve had this year will soon be moving on. It’s bittersweet, but leaves you with a strong sense of pride.

You hum softly to yourself while twirling a red pen between your fingers. It’s been an eventful semester at this new school. This is your first year at Grover Cleveland Middle and it has been wonderful being the new Language Arts teacher. So many precious moments filled with eager students, fun lessons, and more. 

Not to mention that adorable science teacher across the hall with the big blue eyes and the adorable messy blonde hair. Ahem... Must keep it professional. 

Of course, you refer to your colleague, Mr. Grace who is an excellent teacher. He does keep telling you to call him Ryland, but saying his name aloud makes you... think certain things.

And those certain things just do not help your brain.

Like how good Ryland looks in those casual suits he wears or how precious it is that he bikes to work every morning. Not for the exercise, but because it’s better for the environment. It also allows him a better view of the fog that rolls in from the bay and covers the area like a blanket.

You remember the first time you saw Ryland. 

It was your first day and you were a bundle of nerves. Until you got out of your car and promptly watched him lose control of his bike and crash into the entire rack. He fell dramatically off his bike, a clumsy mess in his yellow rain coat and helmet. 

Every student had started laughing or recording whilst you ran over to help him. 

The sweet silly man was a mess. Ryland had simply looked up at you, dazed and confused. He wasn't really injured, just a little frazzled and yet undeniably dreamy still. 

Ryland then said to you with a bashful smile, 'Oh, you’re the new language arts teacher, right? I teach science! This is quite a first impression to make, but in my defense I'm known to be a bit clumsy.'

The science teacher didn't seem bothered by the audience watching either. Ryland simply offered you a breathtaking smile as you helped him up. He had you hook, line, and sinker from that moment. 

The entirety of the rest of the school year has been nothing but helpless one-sided pining. Every time you see Ryland in the faculty breakroom or around the school you can’t help the way your eyes linger on him. Especially, since you're right across the hall from each other and you see the dirty-blonde teacher multiple times throughout the day.

Those little moments where you get to chat before the next bell rings give you butterflies. Particularly the way Ryland always smiles and gives you a small wave. You’ll miss them when summer starts.

You’ll miss Ryland.

No falling in the classrooms, Please

Your eyes flick up to the open door of your classroom. Ryland still hasn't left for the day either as you can tell by the various noises coming from his room. It sounds like Ryland is shuffling boxes around or something. You've definitely heard him say ‘fudge’ and ‘holy molly' quite a few times. 

At one point, you saw maintenance bring him a precariously tall red ladder too.

Maybe you should go see if your colleague needs any help. That is the neighborly thing to do, right? He would do the same for you. Putting your papers to the side, you get up and slowly walk out of your classroom and peek down the hallway. It is pretty deserted, so you and Ryland have a rare modicum of privacy. You tell your brain not to think about that.

Slowly, you step towards Ryland’s room and are greeted by a sight that is quite concerning. Actually, super concerning and has your eyes widening.

Ryland is standing on the step of a ladder, holding several plastic planets in one hand. With the other he attempts to put them back into place on his brightly colored solar system display. 

It doesn't really seem to be working and as Ryland’s legs wobble and he lets out a soft ‘sweet mother in heaven’. You rush into action. As a middle school teacher, there's been a few times you must stop students from doing foolish things. Not usually your co-workers though. 

'Excuse me, Dr. Grace! I really hate to intrude, but this does not seem safe. Like at all.' You call out, hands slightly raised as you cringe. 

Please do not fall. 

Ryland’s sense of gravity shifts at your voice and a few of the planets fall out of his unsteady grip. Still, a smile spreads across Ryland’s face. He angles his body towards you as if not even on the ladder. 

'Oh! Hello, it's so good to see you! But why are you still here? I mean not that I don't want you here...' Ryland lets out a nervous squeak. 'Well, you work here, so it is obligatory, but quite late. I mean to say, I'm glad you’re here and work here… I mean... Did you say something?' 

Your concern only grows as Ryland rambles and you quickly step closer to the ladder. You hesitantly hold your hands out as if to brace for his inevitable fall. If you need to catch him, maybe you can. Ryland is much taller than you and quite broad shouldered, but there are worse things than a handsome man falling on you, right? 

You will have to take one for the team as they say.

'Yes, I said this isn’t a good idea. I am very concerned you could fall. Please get down, okay?'

'Oh, I'm perfectly fine,' Ryland says, trying to reassure you and failing. 'I did this last time all by myself and I can do it again... It seems like last time it was easier, but I also had a few cups of coffee.'

'How many exactly?’

'... Five. I'm a bit of an addict.'

You sigh and try once more. 

'How about I help you? Maybe I could hand you things rather than whatever…’ You trail off as you flick a hand towards the ladder. ‘Multitasking disaster this is.'

Ryland’s dirty-blonde eyebrows furrow and you think he may protest more, but eventually he lets out a huff.

'Well, alright, if you insist…I'm coming.' 

‘Great, please take it slow on your way down.’ You say with a smile, your eyes glued to his form.

Thankfully, despite shaky legs and nearly drooping the rest of his planets, Ryland makes it down in one piece. He releases all of the items in his hands with a clatter atop his wooden desk and lets out a sigh of relief.

Ryland seems to mumble something to himself. It sounds vaguely like, ‘well, you’ve certainly embarrassed yourself....again.’

Finally, he turns back to you and gives you a sheepish grin. You wonder if maybe he’s a bit nervous over your presence. That could be a good sign. 

Meanwhile, all you can think is that Ryland looks so handsome today. His dirty blonde hair is freshly short yet a few strands still fall across his forehead in a slightly unkept way. His beard is well trimmed and clean around his plush, pink lips that you find so annoyingly kissable.

Those ocean blue eyes seem to gaze right into your heart as he appraises you behind his glasses.

Ryland is dressed casually, yet impeccable as always. He wears a soft gray blazer with a blue pinstripe button-up that suits him well. Ryland finishes it with some washed out blue jeans and loafers, an easy going style that makes him all that more endearing.

And you’ve really got to stop lowkey checking him out because surely your heart rate is elevated right now. 

The two of you haven’t really been alone like this, so you feel equally nervous now that you’re not concerned about his immediate health. You also can’t help but wonder if somehow he knows how you feel?

Ryland breaks you out of your mind by coughing lightly into his hand and speaking up.

'I’m sorry for the trouble... I'm trying to touch up my solar system setup. I typically get around to the end of every school year or uhh try to.’ 

‘No problem at all. I completely understand, it’s clearly very well taken care of.’ You assure with a smile. ‘I’d be delighted to help if you’ll allow it.’

‘That would be wonderful. I had hoped maintenance might assist, but they seemed to be quite put off. It could possibly be because last time they helped me, I bumped into the ladder and may have caused a small accident...'

Your ears perk up at that. 'Really? Was anyone seriously injured?'

He scratches the side of his head and squints.

'How do you define seriously injured?’

You can’t help but shake your head as you suppress a laugh. 

'Oh, yeah, they totally hate you.'

Ryland sighs and hangs his dirty-blonde head a bit. 'It happens. Let’s just hope nothing goes wrong this time.'

'Everything will be fine.' You say. 'You’re going to get on that ladder and I’m going to hand you these planets, one at a time, okay?'

Ryland does seem to cheer up at the confidence in your voice and gives a shy smile.

'Okay. I appreciate that.’

'We got this.' You assure him as you step towards the desk and start arranging everything.

Ryland opens his mouth as if to say something before seemingly thinking better of it. Instead, he begins arranging the mess with you.

'R-Right, let's get to work!'

My Venus

After a good hour or so of working diligently, the set up is pretty much finished. It probably could have gone quicker, but the two of you stopped to chat often. It's been so fun and whatever tension seemed to be in the room has dissipated in the wake of easy conversation. 

Ryland told you about how well the school year went for him and how excited he is to do summer school. Apparently, he does it every year rather than traveling or taking time off which you find admirable and sweet.

You couldn’t help but to stare each time he laughed and spoke fondly of his students. It made warm flutters happen all through you.

In turn, you shared how relaxed the school makes you feel and that you plan to return again. You won't be doing summer school since you're taking the time to focus on your novel, but you wish him well. He does mention possibly keeping in contact over the summer and that sticks in your mind.

Perhaps, a summer romance with Ryland Grace could be on the horizon. He did give you his number awhile back, saying, ‘colleagues should stay in contact’, but you’ve never had the nerve to text him.

Now, Ryland is currently back on the ladder finishing up. No longer struggling as anytime he needs something, you carefully pass it over. He’s been able to take it easy and go slow so you are confident the safety vibe check has been passed.

After a second, Ryland frowns and inspects the display. 'Oh, sorry, I forgot to get the label for Venus. It should be somewhere on my desk amongst the general mess.’

You nod and head back over to his desk to find it. Unfortunately, general mess actually means chaos and so you have to move around multicolored stacks of papers. 

There's several labels for the planets printed as if Ryland has been trying out new styles. Along with that is a rough diagram of how the set up should look that you glance at.

Next to that is a letter that says 'To my Venus…' at the top. It also says your name in the top writer corner of the page.

Huh. Curiosity sparks in your mind and before you can stop it, you pick the paper and skim it quickly. It's been written in gray pencil and there's numerous eraser markings. Like Ryland has been rewriting it over and over as if searching for just the right words.

.

.

.

To my Venus, 

To me, like the planet, you represent love, longing, and beauty... 

I've been searching for ways to tell you how I feel. I'm scared you won't feel the same. In fact, I’m sure you do not. We haven't talked much outside of work and yet these little interactions everyday mean so much to me as of late.

I enjoy hearing your lesson plans or seeing how gentle you are with the students. I think of how excited you seem to welcome them into your classroom. The way you always ask me how I am. I wonder if you notice how my heart races when you simply tell me good morning. I imagine how it would feel to have you address me softly as Ryland. 

You sound sweet when you say Mr. Grace, but I selfishly long to be more informal with you. You're on my mind like an equation I just can't solve. I want to though. Because I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful or warm. 

I have to tell you. I must and yet.... I'm afraid. Perhaps we are destined to only orbit one another.

Sincerely, 

Ryland 

Well... Isn’t that Something?

You've gone completely still as if frozen like a statue as you read. It appears as if your brain is buffering and you can't believe your own eyes. The heartbeat racing in your ears seems to be louder than a stampede and your knees are weak.

'Ryland… is this a…love—’ You can't even finish the sentence you're so shocked. Your entire body is trembling and a part of you wonders if this is all a dream.

This.... this is a piece of paper in which confesses Ryland’s feelings for you.

'Hmm? What do you mean?' Ryland asks, turning just enough to look at you after finishing hanging up Earth. He squints at the strange expression on your face and then his eyes land on the handwritten letter.

Ryland has written it so many times he recognizes it and his own handwriting instantly.

Embarrassment flares through every part of him and he visibly buffers. His face flushes and the tips of his ears turn bright red. 'Oh god, no, please don’t tell me you just saw that letter!'

Meanwhile, you’re still in shock and still stare at it blankly.

'No. No. Please, do not read it anymore!' Rylands shouts, incredibly frazzled.

Ryland’s words reach you suddenly and you inhale sharply. As if the paper burns, you let it drop to the floor and gulp. Horror crosses you. It wasn’t your intention to betray his privacy, you just… 

After all this time pining for him endlessly on your own… These words feel like a life line, a prayer answered.

However, the damage is done and Ryland is shocked at having his private feelings revealed. He can’t fathom what to do. So, Ryland tries to hurry and get down. He needs to run. Get out of this room, change school districts, and never come back.

Instead, Ryland misses a step half way down, trips and falls off the ladder with a loud thud. 

You watch in horror as if the entire scene is playing out in slow motion. Ryland wasn’t that far off the ground, but you absolutely heard his head hit the hard flooring in a way that did not sound right.

'Mr. Grace!' You shout and hurry over to his side, dropping down to your knees.

Your hands shake and your eyes rove over his entire form. Ryland doesn’t seem to be bleeding, only visibly wrecked, which is ironic for a man who just got his heart's intention revealed.

The science teacher groans in response as he lays sprawled out on the ground. Ryland’s dirty-blonde hair lays in every which way, his clothes a disheveled mess. He brings a hand up to touch his head and lets out the softest curse.

Which surprises you because the man has a strict ‘no cursing or you shall be thoroughly lectured’ policy. You’ve seen him get on to students, faculty, and parents.

'Ouch, that didn’t feel great.’ He mumbles after a moment. ‘What a way to go, Ryland.... Very smooth.’

He also waves a hand in front of his face and squints. You both realize his silver rimmed glasses are gone. Oh no. 'Not to be a bother, but have you seen my glasses? Can’t really see much without them.'

'Oh my god, are you okay? How do you feel?’ You ask frantically, your stomach still flipping in worry. 'I haven’t seen your glasses, but we will find them.'

'Perfectly fine. I didn't fall from that high… oh...’ Ryland presses his hand into his head again and brings it up to his face. His eyes widen. ‘Fiddlesticks, is that blood or did I possibly fall on a ketchup packet again?’

You suppress the urge to say ‘again?’ and instead pull out the phone nuzzled in your back pocket.

'This is so not how this was supposed to go,' you whisper, internally insulting yourself for not noticing his injury. It doesn’t appear to be much blood, but you are no medical professional. 

Ryland needs help.

'I'm calling 911 this instant. You probably need to be seen at the hospital.' Your tone leaves no room for argument as you punch in the numbers.

'If you feel you must.’ He says, giving a resigned sigh as he visibly trembles. ‘Um, tell them you’re calling on behalf of Ryland Grace… They know me well.

Our First Date Is In A Hospital Room... That’s OK

Several hours later you are sitting in a white walled hospital room with your hands wrung together. It is now quite late at night and you're exhausted. After much fuss and lots of tests, Ryland had been diagnosed with a mild concussion. The poor man. 

Ryland sits on the navy hospital bed, his head hung and shoulders slumped. They made him change into one of those thin light blue hospital gowns. You don't look when he walks since it shows his bare butt if he doesn’t hold it just right.

The small cut on his head has been cleaned and his glasses are somewhat askew across his face. They had broken during the fall, but could still be worn lopsided at least.

In all the chaos the two of you still haven't talked about the inadvertent confession. Ryland and you couldn’t talk much throughout all the fuss. Clearly it isn't exactly ideal timing.

Now, Ryland is about to be discharged and the nurse on his case, Robin, is talking gently to him. You watch as they assure him the symptoms will be mild, but over the next few weeks he should keep an eye out. 

Apparently, he could experience headaches, nausea, brain fog, fatigue. The potential health issues may arise anytime over the next few weeks, but after he should be fine. 

Ryland is also to take a few days off to recover and come in for a follow up soon. He was not pleased by this and had protested quite heavily about that.

Ultimately, the doctor won by fixing him with a firm authoritative glare. 'Sir, I actually went to medical school so please listen to my words.'

Ryland looked surprised by that at the time, but understanding. 

Now, Ryland nods attentively as the nurse speaks to him and does not disagree.

'Good. You stay here and I'll go grab your discharge papers. It may take me a while though. Oh and to be clear,' Robin pauses and glances at you curiously, 'is your.... partner driving you home?'

You and Ryland exchange panicked glances.

'Oh, actually they are—'

'Yes, I am. I came in the ambulance, but another co-worker dropped off my car. I'll make sure he gets home safely.' You quickly interject with a small smile.

‘Perfect. He should not drive tonight or tomorrow.' Robin says as she returns your smile before leaving the room.

And for the first time since the accident you are now fully alone with Ryland. No more doctors or nurses coming in and out for a while.

To your surprise, Ryland takes the chance to speak up.

'Thank you for that. I appreciate you being here to support me.' Ryland says. 'It's very nice of you and it only cements in my head how kind you are.’

You beam at his compliment.

'Of course, I wouldn't have let you come alone. I hate going to hospitals all by myself and so I get it.’

'Because you're a good person. I-I suppose that’s why I’ve been wanting to tell you… Well, you know.’ 

You look up at that to see Ryland give you a shy smile before looking away again. The little gesture from him reassures you and pokes at your heart. You’re not sure what to say to him though and he doesn’t speak again.

What might he be thinking about you? After all, you did technically cause the accident, right? What were you thinking, reading a letter off a desk that did not belong to you.

Maybe you should help him call a friend or family member here instead. Ryland technically never asked you to stay.... You just hopped in the ambulance without thinking. 

Yet, you notice the way one of his hands grips the edge of the metal hospital bed nervously. It breaks your heart. You’ll leave if he asks you to, but for now you think it’s okay.

 Besides, you cannot help but feel you must at least clear one thing up.

Ryland’s letter posited that his feelings could not possibly be returned by you. He deserves to know that is far from accurate.

Confess ya Fools

The silence seems to stretch on and you can just tell Ryland is not going to be the one to break it. Which you figure is fair, the man is having a rough day. You inhale slowly and lean forward in your chair, angling your body towards him.

'Mr. Grace, are you okay?' You feel a bit awkward still using his real name, especially in light of what you know now.

He shifts in response to your question and flicks his blue eyes in your direction before averting them once again.

'Not really. You found out I have feelings for you and that once again, I’m a public hazard all in one afternoon.’ Ryland says glumly. ‘I can’t even fathom what you must be thinking of me.’

‘No, no, I don’t think any less of you at all.’ You rush out, the urge to reassure him filling you. ‘In fact, I blame myself for this entire predicament. I am at fault.’

He shakes his head.

'You hardly are. I'm the fool that forgot the contents on my own desk and that you must move carefully on a ladder. Stupid, stupid, stupid.’

'You're not stupid, please don't say that. You were focused on finishing a lovely display for your class. You're sweet.' 

'Sweet?’ Ryland mumbles. ‘Well, I apologize for all the chaos and you do not have to worry. We never have to discuss the letter. Just pretend you didn't see it, will you do me that kindness?’

His voice breaks near the end of his plea and with it so do the words you've been holding back. 

You stand at that, your face mingling with concern and surprise. 

'Ryland,’ you huff, ‘Do you truly not realize the truth? I feel the same way, you silly man.’

He simply blinks. ‘Sorry, I don’t follow. The same way as in… you also want to pretend like this never happened? Also, d-did you just call me Ryland?’

You blink for a second. Yes, you did call him Ryland for the first time and it actually felt amazing, but that is besides the point.

Focus. You put your hands on your hips and stare the man down.

‘Listen, I like you romantically, Ryland. I only went to your classroom because I can't stop thinking about you and wanted to be helpful. I find you a bit intimidating at times, but you're such a kind man....' You ramble off, desperate to make him properly understand.

Ryland looks at you like you’re speaking another language.

'Me? Intimidating? You like.... me?! Wait.... Sorry my brain.’ Ryland whispers, bringing a hand up to his wounded head.

'Yes, I do like you and I want to discuss it, but I don’t want to stress you out. Maybe we should stop talking about it for now?’

“No, hold on. I’m fine.... so just to confirm you like me even…after today? Because I warn you, hospital visits may be a regular occurrence around me.' He jokes, tossing you a signature crooked grin. 

You smile right back and step towards Ryland till you're directly in front of him. 

'Yes, even after today. More so, maybe.’

'I see.’ Ryland starts thoughtfully. ‘This might be one of the best days of my life rather than one of the worst.'

'You've been to the hospital after a big fall, I doubt it's in the top ten, silly.’

Ryland disagrees and pouts. ‘The person I've been pining after confessed to me too. It's up there forever.’

‘Alright, that’s fair. It’s been one of my favorites too, if I’m being honest. I genuinely had no idea about your feelings for me.’

‘Really?’

‘Really.’

'Well, this is amazing news indeed. I suppose I should begin courting you properly now.’ Ryland says with a nod.

'Ummm. Court me?’ You say, tilting your head skeptically. 

'Perhaps an outdated term. I just mean I would like the chance to make you mine. If you're okay with that, of course.'

The man genuinely seems to have no idea that his words are causing your heart to ping pong in your chest.

'Right. What if you just took me for a date instead? Popcorn? Movies?’

'Ah yes.... very twenty-first century. We might try mini golfing too though I'm terrible at it.’

'You say the most adorable things.' You giggle.

Ryland visibly flushes at your compliment. 'I suppose you must think so if you like me. What a lucky man I am for that.’ 

You both laugh and you move even closer so that you're now standing between Ryland’s legs. Hestitantly, he brings his hands up to rest at your hips and presses his forehead against yours. His touch is so soft and gentle that it makes you weak in the knees.

The small acts of intimacy bring so much joy, hearts fluttering in tune at finally getting what you've both been pining for. 

'I know this has hardly been the most ideal way of finding out each other's feelings, but may I kiss you?’ Ryland whispers after a moment of basking in the closeness.

'Yes, please. I've wanted you to do that since I first spoke to you. Remember? You had just fallen off the bike and you were sprawled across the ground?'

The memory is ingrained in your heart. Yep, you’ve been gone for Ryland Grace since then.

He chuckles in response and his grip on you tightens slightly.

'Yeah, I’d rather not think about that presently… There are much sweeter things on my mind.’

His voice is low and your arms wrap around his neck. You inhale the scent of him; musky amber and vanilla. You try hard not to look at his lips as heat flares beneath your skin and you bring a hand up to cup Ryland’s cheek.

With everything now in the open, after an entire semester of pure desire for the other, your lips meet finally. Warmth simmers in your chest and you have to resist the urge to smile. The kiss is gentle. Your lips barely brushing at first before naturally deepening.

When you eventually pull away, you’re both panting a bit and excitement is thick in the air. Neither of you move further apart, but rather stay close to give each other little experimental smooches.

That goes on for quite a few minutes, the kisses alternating between heated and sweet. The occasional sweet nothing of affection being said by Ryland.

Your head clears momentarily and you realize that soon the two of you must part for the night. The nurse will surely be done with discharge any moment. 

The thought pains you more than you care to admit, but you're also worried for Ryland.

Dropping your hand away from his face, you step back enough to properly look him in the eye and try to voice those concerns.

'Ryland, you uhhh have a mild concussion and you shouldn't be alone tonight. Right?’

'Oh, no, the nurse mentioned I'm perfectly fine to be alone tonight. She said it when you stepped out to the bathroom. I just can't drive myself home.’ Ryland assures politely.

‘Ahh. It may still be good to not be alone though at least until the morning. Do you have anyone I should call to be with you? I mean I've got nowhere to be tonight.’

You try to keep your tone casual, but your hand moves to fiddle with the hem of his shirt.

‘This may sound terribly pathetic, but not really. My parents live abroad and my only close friend, Marisa, is out of town. Sure, it would be nice to have someone come over. But I'm used to taking care of myself.'

Ryland seems oblivious to your hint and his innocent, lonely confession saddens you. Best to play it straight with him.  

'Okay. Do you want me to go back to your place?’

'Wait.... umm.... my dwelling with you.... inside of it? Actively?’ 

You stifle a laugh at the way he seems to be struggling at the mere idea. 

'Yes. I would love to actively go back to your place and just make sure you're alright for a while. If that's okay with you?’

Ryland opens his mouth and closes it a few times before finally finding the words. There's a faint blush across his face that first appeared when your lips were busy earlier.

'Yeah that… I mean it should be fine. Would you need to gather things for yourself first or?’

You ponder it over. It would be a drag to stop by your place first since it's rather out of the way. 

'I should be mostly fine. As long as you have some pajamas I could wear and maybe an extra toothbrush? Of course, I’ll crash on the couch too.’

'Yes, absolutely you can wear anything of mine, I’d be honored to have all my clothes on your body. While you're on my couch and using my extra toothbrush. Errr, well, I mean you know.’ Ryland rambles, his eyes twinkling as he regards you. 

You give him the biggest grin at that and mentally high five yourself. A cute confession, potential relationship, and you get to help take care of Ryland?

This is like a dream manifested from the fanfiction world. 

'Cool, perfect. So just let me go see how your discharge paperwork is going and we'll head out soon.’ 

With that, you place one last kiss on his cheek and head over towards the door. Hopefully Robin doesn't mind you asking her.

Just as you're about to exit, Ryland speaks up. 

'I'm really glad you came over to help me today and that I fell off the ladder.' He rushes out, his eyes suddenly simmering with emotions. 

You turn and regard him with softness. ‘Me too. I'll be right back, Ryland, okay?’

'Okay.'

Ryland watches as you open the brown door and disappear behind it, before immediately collapsing onto the hospital bed. A smile lingers on his face as he mutters to himself.

‘Well, all in all I would say being sa public hazard may be working to my advantage.’ 

Additional A/N: My writing is prone to genuine mistakes (grammar, forgetting a tag, and other random ass errors). and if there is ever a concern please message me privately to let me know. I apologize in advance.

&; Thank you so much to all my lovely readers!

[detective-march]

the goose boys & feels

just a soft rambles from a morning convo w/ @zgrvty ♡

Ryland is soft, sweet, and caring. Like coming home and getting a big warm cup of cocoa.

Six makes me feel protected, loved, watched in the ways I struggle to give to myself.

Driver is that intensity, passion, and overwhelming force that I crave and want to be swept away in.

Holland is the chaos and the giggles and the endlessly well of trauma that I see in myself and I just want to pick up his pieces and rearrange them to help.

Jacob is like the loneliness craving a fix but really needing that deeper solid connection. Yet being scared of being vunerable or knowing wanting him in turn and I get that.

[detective-march]

Hi darling, I saw that you summoned me. I’ve been offline the past few days due to work. I also think I’ve met my husband since we last chatted (I worked 10 hours straight on Sunday, and he made birria and offered to drive almost an hour to my work to bring me some).

I read for most of the Geese, but Ryland and Court hold soft spots in my heart. It’s the level of selflessness with a touch of wet cat that does it for me. But Holland, Driver, and Colt are all in the mix as well. Now if only I could get my future husband to grow a beard, I’d have a spitting image

-🐝

Hold up, bee... let me sit down right here and process this TEA! The man's offered you some good ass birria? Now I've made birria several times in my life and that is no joke.

You need several ingredients (which depending on ur area can be a bit iffy to find), good pot, patience, gotta get it just right, and it can be a pretty penny. You want that tender meat and that utterly delicious fragrant consommé.

Not to mention, you've still gotta make the tacos after with the cheese and all the fixins'. He sounds like a keeper... keep me apprised of your adventures with the aptly named, Birria Man!

Oh I love wet cat man. I love soft puppy dog men too. We are of the same mind and spirit. The only man I don't know yet is Colt, but I eye him time to time as others go on about him.

Hoping your adventures go well and the work week is gentle with you. 10 hours straight shift ain't no joke and I'm glad you got some good ol' homemade cooking.

Thanks for the update! Was fun responding to this. 🤗

P.S. should reader make court birria next time? AHHHH