and if i said i’ve been craving an age gap colin jost x reader fic for quite some time….
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Janaina Medeiros

roma★

Origami Around

Discoholic 🪩

blake kathryn

if i look back, i am lost
Not today Justin
todays bird
YOU ARE THE REASON
cherry valley forever
Monterey Bay Aquarium
occasionally subtle

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
trying on a metaphor

PR's Tumblrdome
Keni

ellievsbear
noise dept.
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
seen from United States
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seen from Colombia
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and if i said i’ve been craving an age gap colin jost x reader fic for quite some time….
Blip G? Ryland Grace x fem!reader
"are you sure about this?"
This was a bad idea. A very, very, very bad idea. What could go wrong? An unidentified and untrustworthy space object flying right at Mary. Your Mary! She doesn't even have shields for Pete's sake!
"yeah— I mean, it hit us once and it didn't do anything. If it wanted to blast. It would have by now, me—", he looked up, through his glasses, finger pointing at you, "and you, would be having a conversation with a dead— dog or something."
You backed away from the small circle of a window to glance at him. The constant floating still not registering in your mind as you bump into a nearby table, hand grabbing the red ropes tied by none other than Grace.
"still—", your palm laid flat against the table. "It could be— anything! What if they are sending poisonous gas to kill us— or— or— some type of chemical so they can knock us out and cut us up and— and study us", you tried to reason.
"well, all they are gonna find is uncooked ramen and alot of drugs in our system", Ryland replied back. The red suit now tied around him. Helmet in hand as he put it on. His voice now muffled, "it can't be that bad", he shrugged.
You maneuvered towards the control panel. Buckling yourself in, your gaze landing on Ryland for a second before the door closed. The beeping of the pressure reducing in that center now echoing around Mary before stopping.
"Ryland, are you ready?", you asked. A second later, the reply came through his intercom, "yeah." You sighed as you pressed the button to open the hatch. It slowly opened as you watched it through the cameras.
Ryland slowly poking his head out, your eyes were about to look over the placement of the travelling object before— "nope. Can't do this", the voice bloomed. "Ryland—" "woAH—!"
Was the last thing you heard before seeing his figure get launched out of the hatch. No control over his movement before the connecter stopped him from traveling out of safe length. But the pull made him sling shot against the side of the ship.
"Ryland, are you okay?", nothing. Did he pass out? That was too much force. "Ryland?", omg, did he hit his head? "Ryland,do you copy?", Are his ribs broken? What if his suit had a rip—
"I'm okay— m'fine", he lifted his hand, a thumbs up. Of course.
After a few seconds, he used his own force to launch himself away from the ship and catch the slow object traveling for the fifth time..
The hatch finally closed. Beeping of the pressure stabilizing. You unhooked yourself from the seat before using the ropes to reach the door. It finally slid open, "this thing is surprisingly light—"
The words are immediately cut off by your actions. Your arms, wrapping around him. This is the first time you two had been this close, physically. You could feel the initial reaction, stiffening. Muscles hardening. Your arms just wrapped around his neck. The warmth of his body against yours reminding you that he is alive— he is alive.
You finally pulled back and that's when you realized the wetness against your skin. Tears. You used the back of your hand to wipe them, one hand to wipe your nose before sniffling, "I got so— worried", you said out in the air. Your voice heavy with weight.
After a second, you feel a hand on your waist. Your eyes raising when you wipe under them to see him maneuver slightly to look at you, "I'm fine. It was nothing", he assured. That damn smile on his lips.
The moment was stuck before Mary decided to interrupt, "Blip G detected." Oh, not again !
a/n: if I'm feeling like procrastinating later, might conjure up smut next part.
my roommate is driving me insane!
pairing: pre-phm!dr. ryland grace x fem!reader
warnings: sexual fantasies, semi-exhibitionism, masturbation
click.
ryland watched as the key in his hand turned and the lock gave way. pushing the door open, he released a sigh he didn't know he was holding. the past 9 hours had been brutal. dealing with overly energetic kids, colleague drama, class fights, and a particularly tedious issue involving the gym coach being caught with the english teacher. setting his briefcase down, he could feel the weight of the day bear heavy on his shoulders.
when he first started teaching, he couldn't cope with the sheer contrast his life now consisted of. weeks spent in his private study, publishing research papers and debating the smartest of men and women now dimmed into classrooms full of children, where the most intellectual wisdom he imparted was that deer did not, in fact, lay eggs.
but time passed, and with it did his resistance. he quickly learned that children were smarter than people gave them credit for. and teaching in itself was a joy - because witnessing the moment their young faces lit up with curiosity gave him all that he could live for.
he padded across the shared apartment, rich with photos of you both, and decorations he no doubt would have been unable to find if it weren't for you. and speak of the devil, there you were. making tea in the kitchen as calmly as if you weren't the beauty that had been plaguing his mind 24/7 for the past year. his heart jumped as he inhaled the sight of you in deep, soul soothing breaths. the last rays of husky sunlight were illuminating your silhouette in an ethereal glow, your beautiful hair shining like a beacon. you still had the tiredness of the day in your eyes, and your pretty self was adorned in sleep shorts and a skimpy tank top. as soon as you saw ryland you gave him a soft smile, and he was sure he could die peacefully that instant.
yeah this ate down
and if i said i needed jimmy olsen as much as clark kent then what
seeing mr. milchick dance is truly the hottest and scariest thing i’ve witnessed
to me hes like a really ugly cat that i give food to out of pity
i just started watching severance after finishing succession to fill that corporate nightmare void. welcome back pilot greg.
yes i watch snl weekend updates bc i find colin jost hot so what
i wish i could put greg in my pocket hes so cute
im currently watching succession for the first time and i love greg. why are there no greg fics OR edits, please i have only read 1 or 2
when i say “what the sigma” its not in a gen alpha way but in a katya being utterly confused way
i love maren yearly with all my heart
i’m ovulating . you’re showing me photos of pedro pascal covered in blood with grey in his hair and his biceps out and i’m ovulating.