i write for whoever i want to including movie or tv show characters, and athletes (send an ask) / male reader or male ocs only / gn if i'm in the mood or if you ask nicely maybe
currently in a ryan gosling character mood.... but i'll write for anyone
requests are open but slow currently
my works masterlist / my ocs / who i do/do not write for / my wips
thinking abt grace wearing a tie........ thinking abt male reader pulling on it to make him come closer, watching his pupils dilate and his cheeks flush at the force...... thinking abt tracing his neck and removing the tie slowly, methodically, casually like he doesn't see grace's throat bobbing with every nervous swallow and breath hitch IDK IDK
they work together at the school and reader is more casual - at least in the way he dresses. no ties and suits for him. but when ryland wears one... he never complains. they've been circling for months, have hooked up once. or twice. and maybe there's an assembly. all the teachers are in the auditorium except for the two of them still in the staff room and reader's ready to find a way to convince ryland to stay behind.
Not really sure if you follow or are willing to post things ab coltland twin au buuuttt I had an idea that may or may not be interesting idk
Anyways, what if Ryland visits Colt onset n meets reader? (Reader could be anything, stunt double or js an actor anything is fine) alternatively, Colt takes reader to meet Ryland’s workplace? I don’t really have any ideas for what could happen afterwards tho 😓😓
Anything could ensue, smut (if smut tho bottom ry ❤️🩹), fluff, whatever bro I am not picky when it comes to this man 👀
ooooh- okay i've been dipping my toes into coltland but this is making me want to commit. love the idea, will add it to my wip!
slow updates over the next two weeks as i work on my getting through my wips + new requests that came in. currently going through exams, so it'll take a minute. requests are currently still open, but please be patient for them! thanks guys :)
*oh, and just a reminder: i DO NOT write for f!reader, whatsoever. to anyone who has been sending those in, i've had that mentioned in my pinned post as well. i'm sure you will find multiple others who write for f!reader, but i do not. this is almost exclusively an m!reader blog, with the occasional possibility for gn!reader (although unlikely and will rarely happen)
tags | casual, smut (dryhumping, coming in pants, the usual), driver x male reader, actor reader, undefined relationship, established relationship
words | 1.7k
request? | by anon
summary | driver is your stunt double, and after a day of filming you unwind in your trailer with some dry humping
notes | send in requests! (especially sub! / bottom! ryland grace). writing a fic for someone without a name was an experience. can't wait to do it again for the next one lol. i was going to jump straight into smut, but i've developed a bad habit of making some plot pre-smut. reblog if you liked it!
you cringed at the metallic screech of the car crashing into the metal pole. almost instantly, the response crew ran across the open set and swarmed the car, fire extinguishers in hand like they’d done this a million times before. which, you supposed they might as well had considering how many stunts were in this movie alone.
you stayed put, watching with bated breath as your stunt double was helped out of the racecar. he had his helmet tucked under his arm, already moving away, even as the physicians tried to check him over.
at their insistence, he stayed put for a few moments, giving a nod in response to the medical team’s questions. his eyes met yours briefly.
for a moment, the world seemed to blur. everyone else fell out of focus, except for him. maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was just your imagination—but you could’ve sworn you saw the barest curve of a smile on his face. a private acknowledgement, meant just for you.
“alright, great work everyone!” kristoff, the director, clapped his hands a few times, breaking the private trance. “don’t forget! we’re back here tomorrow at six, sharp! great work today, guys. great work.”
you nodded briefly at the director, already turned towards your trailer to avoid being pulled into another conversation. while you normally loved to speak, especially about your work and passion, there was something you were more interested in that evening.
you lingered behind, letting your steps slow without making it obvious. your eyes flicked back, and there he was again. wearing that same faint, almost smug smile, held just long enough for you to catch it. it was just a little more deliberate than last time, enough for you to be sure that it was directed to you. meant for you.
you responded with a subtle motion toward your trailer, careful and casual. his nod back was just as discreet, and the stupid little grin that crept onto your face felt completely justified.
by the time you got to your trailer, the chaos of the set felt distant, replaced by the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the sound of the door shutting behind you. you leaned back against it for a second, trying to let your blood settle.
the adrenaline from the stunt, even as a bystander, hadn’t left you completely. seeing the way he handled the car, twisting and turning as if it was an extension of himself… it left a feeling in your chest that you didn’t even bother trying to name. you’d spent the last few weeks trying not to name it.
you kicked off your shoes, almost walking past before doubling back to rearrange them a little bit neater. the smell of leather and coffee was strong in the trailer, a mix of all the costumes and cheap drink you’d consumed in the past weeks. when a short knock sounded on the door, you weren’t surprised.
you merely turned and found him slipping inside the trailer before anyone caught him. he still had some grease and fake soot on his face—remnants from the stunt he’d just completed. his short hair was sticking up in places, like he hadn’t bothered to smooth it down after removing his helmet.
“hey there, hotshot,” you smirked teasingly, leaning your hip sideways against the inside of the trailer. “i was wondering how long it’d take for you to get here.”
your grin widened when he didn’t even roll his eyes in response to the teasing. instead his smirk turned sharper, and your chest tightened at the sight.
“would’ve been quicker if i could teleport,” he said.
you laughed at that, head tipped back as you couldn’t hold it in anymore. you saw the crinkle in his own eyes before he stepped in towards you. your laughter died, but the smile remained on both of your faces as the distance between you closed in two steps.
“hey,” you whispered, unable to stand the silence.
your hand lifted, brushing lightly over the back of his neck. you watched almost in awe as he leaned into it, lashes fluttering shut for a moment. he didn’t use words, but you could understand him anyways. your noses nearly touched, breaths mingling as your lips drew nearer.
you closed the gap, mouth moving over his slowly at first. getting reacquainted after an entire day apart. your other hand lifted to graze his hip, and you pulled him closer. his hips knocked into yours and he let out a sound so sweet that you had to pry apart his lips to drink it up. the hand on his hip drifted to the small of his back, before dipping lower and resting on the curve of his ass.
the corners of his lips tipped up enough just for you to feel it into the kiss. you grinned back, nipping his lower lip before letting your lips trail down. you settled your lips against a spot below his neck where a fading hickey still remained.
“makeup department give you any trouble?” you murmured against his skin.
“not as much as medical,” he responded quietly after a moment.
you smiled and bit the spot again, before soothing the sting with a swipe of your tongue.
he let out a low hiss, his fingers tangling into your hair as you began to suck the spot. after a few moments, he began to get impatient, if the way he repeatedly tugged on your hair was any indication.
“eager,” you teased with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his pulse point.
“we’re on a time constraint,” he responded, sharply tugging at your hair once again. “i’d rather not have the janitors walk in on us again.”
“that was one time,” you defended yourself while smiling stupidly. “and they never recognized you. besides, i thought i apologized for that already. multiple times.”
“you did,” he said. “but i’ll still bring it up.”
your eyes crinkled with your grin, but you let him back you up onto the couch in your trailer. the leather creaked below you as you sat down, getting comfortable. you pulled your shirt off and threw it aside, arms spread over the back of the couch as you looked up at him.
he was standing still above you, brows slightly furrowed as if he was contemplating something.
“what?” you laughed. “getting cold feet after four weeks of this?”
he shook his head simply, taking off his own shirt as well before settling onto your lap, his knees on either side of your thighs. you raised a brow, about to ask him if you should take your pants off first, when he rocked his hips suddenly.
the moan you let out was echoed by him, a sudden sound in the quiet of the trailer.
“fuck,” you murmured, bringing both hands around to settle onto his hips. you tilted your head back, letting him come down to mark the column of your throat.
“let’s do it like this,” he said against your skin.
your response was lost as he rubbed his clothed erection against your own, this time more deliberately.
“y-yeah,” you managed to ground out. “like this is perfectly fine.”
your hands on his hips guided his slow rocking, while your own hips twitched upwards to chase more of that friction and meet him in the middle. your mouths were pressed together again in a kiss, but it was little more than an exchange of moans and heavy breaths. he ground his hips faster, and you could feel his cock twitch despite the layers between you.
you wanted to say something, anything, but your brain had short circuited so that nothing was clear except for him and the way he moved against you. the way he fit, like a missing puzzle piece.
one of your hands slid down from his hips to the globe of his ass, and squeezed.
“fuck,” he responded breathily into your own mouth.
you felt him reposition himself slightly, reangle just so. in a way that the friction was nearly unbearable as he continued his motions. the shape of his cock was already familiar to you, but the way it pressed against your own like this had to be a form of heaven.
“i’m—fuck, i could cum like this,” he murmured, lips wet as he spoke against yours.
“then do it,” you responded, the breath suddenly knocked out of your lungs. just the thought of bringing him over the edge like this was enough to make your cock twitch in your pants.
he bit your jaw, and then picked up the pace once more. you rocked your hips up each time, meeting him in the middle of each movement. the layers of fabric between the two of you, and the way you could still feel the outline of his cock made you desperate for relief. you rubbed against him quicker, whispering a mixture of honey-slick encouragement. you didn’t even think they made sense, the words leaving your mouth, but you were too far gone to even care.
you felt him drop his head against the crook of your neck, just barely covering up the sound of his broken moan as his movements slowed down. it took a few moments for your lust-addled brain to catch up, but then you felt the wetness of his pants against your own. heat rolled low in your stomach, and it didn’t take long for you to follow him over the edge.
you panted quietly, one hand rubbing his lower back while the other brushed the short hair along his nape. when he finally lifted his head, his forehead was drenched in sweat, and he was flushed a pretty pink. he looked wrecked, considering you guys hadn’t even taken all of your clothes off. you were sure that you didn’t look any better.
you couldn’t help but brush back some of the sweaty strands against his forehead. “remind me to do this again soon.”
this time he rolled his eyes, a quiet laugh escaping him. “if you don’t get dressed and get out of here before the janitors come by, there won’t be anything happening soon.”
you watched with a fond smile as he got up, collecting a shirt off the ground and prepared to make his way back to his car. you stayed close behind him the entire way.
maybe you’d be getting your repeat performance sooner than expected.
Pardon the NSFW on main but sub!Driver driving on a gig remembering the way he was pinned against the hood of his car and briefly losing focus..
ooh. it's a late night gig, as usual. it's near downtown though, which makes it a bit more dangerous. he's got his watch set up for five minutes, and he's waiting patiently. his eyes drift out over the hood of his car, and the shadows at night remind him of the same shadows in shannon's garage where you had hooked up again just earlier that day (among other times). the guys get back before he can get too lost, and he's driving away. there's a cop on his tail, he's speeding up to get away. a chase ensues, and he's so lost in the focus of it. the familiarity of doing something he loves. there's a sound as something smacks on his hood (a tree branch, or a pinecone, he can't tell, he's going too fast). and the sound transports him back to something else he loves, something else he's familiar with. the car slows briefly as he remembers.
he can feel your grip against his wrists, the cool glass of the windshield against them, even as it heats up quick with how hot his body feels. your other hand against his hips holding him against the hood of this very car. the feeling of—
"look out!"
he snaps back into the present as one of the guys who hired him shouts. driver manages to swerve away from another car, and eventually shakes off the cops while his blood is still hot and he can still remember the feeling of you inside of him. (he gets the job done. he also immediately drives to your house and lets you pin him again.)
i need to keep track of what i'm writing, so i'll be using this + updating it often with a tentative timeline of when it'll be out. timelines are fluid and will be constantly changing. i don't know how much sense this post will make to all of you, but i need something for myself at least lol.
my own fics:
ryland grace x male oc - unknown timeline
requests:
driver x mechanic!reader (multi-part fic + taking requests for the universe) - main post: early next week? first request (smut) - idk yet?
driver x biker!reader (smut) - next week/weekend?
holland march x assistant!reader (smut) - unknown?
i'm having so many thoughts on driver x mechanic!reader oh my GOD.
imagine working on driver's car, covered in grease and sweat from working all day in the hot sun. driver doesn't say anything as he watches you, his hands in his pockets as he leans against a wall, but holy shit, he thinks you're so fucking hot.
i lowkey wanna seduce him 🥴
you'd be purposefully moving in a way that makes driver's gaze linger on you, all while he's trying not to clear a table right there in your garage/workshop. adding this to my driver x mechanic!reader list! it's soo good.
ok ok ok im obsessed with how you write holland march so i have a request !!
holland march x male reader who is his assistant, maybe they don’t really get along well but work together because they have to….. but then they end up going out to a bar and getting drunk and they hook up (reader tops🤞)
feel free to take any creative liberties on this or don’t do it at all if you don’t feel like it!! just thought I’d give u the idea :3
okay i see the vision and i'm loving it. adding this to my list (which is slightly backlogged rn 😭) but it will be out soon!
Hear me out on Driver x biker!reader ohhhhhhh my god
A man all clad in leather who likes going fast and can handle a vehicle just as well as him??? Oh bother he’d be BRICKED
I need Driver bouncing on it stat
i was offline for a few days but this is a beautiful thing to return to. driver would be the kind of dude to never get any work done around reader and then have the nerve to blame reader for that (not as if he'd ever have it differently).
tags | fluff, luke glanton x male reader, circus worker, undefined relationship, established relationship
words | 2.1k
request? | by anon
summary | an evening with luke between cities
notes | send in requests! i'm trying to show a sort of different side of luke. he's not very fluffy in general, but i think in a more stable environment he could've been esp since that's what anon requested. also, trying a new layout, with the photos. thoughts? reblog if you liked it!
gravel crunched below your feet as you wandered through the narrow alleys of the circus set-up. the sound mixed with the distant hum of generators and the metallic screech of tent poles being dismantled somewhere nearby. you’d been with the circus long enough to know every crooked pathway between the trailers and tents by memory alone. different cities, but the same layout each time.
it was home, no matter how strange or temporary. home until the sunrise. home until the trucks were loaded up, and the whole thing disappeared down the highway and towards the next city.
most of the tents were already halfway gone. the string lights always came down first, leaving everything dim and shadowy once the sun disappeared. then the tarps, and finally the metal framework holding it all up. within a few hours, there would be no memory of this place besides for a few forgotten flyers and a flattened grass field.
performers and crew wandered around in loose groups now that the night’s shows were over. some lingered near the near-empty food trucks, while others packed equipment away between conversations. a few kids still hung around too, sticky fingers clutching cotton candy while they shyly asked performers for autographs.
others from the circus were already peeling off into town, finding someone willing to keep them company for their last night in town.
“coming down to calvy’s?” lydia asked you as she walked by, carrying a folded tarp over one shoulder.
you glanced over at her. she’d been a trapeze artist, until a bad fall had shattered her ankle a few years back. nowadays, she helped out with set up, takedown, and advertising. everyone who worked behind the scenes of the circus, like yourself, had a more fluid set of responsibilities when it came to the job.
“don’t know about tonight, lyd,” you shrugged. “luke doesn’t really come out to party on the travel nights, you know that.”
“then make him,” she shot back immediately, turning to walk backwards so she could keep speaking. “seriously. he never says no to you.”
you laughed under your breath, “that’s not true.”
“oh, please,” lydia rolled her eyes. “come on. everyone’s going.”
you raised your hands in surrender. “i’ll try.”
“attaboy!”
you shared a fondly exasperated sigh with one of the chainsaw juggling clowns—taylor or tyler, you always had trouble telling the twins apart—as he walked past with someone hanging off of each arm and a shit eating grin just visible through the makeup. you snorted under your breath at the expression, barely refraining from rolling your eyes.
the clown makeup was apparently a turn on to at least somebody, no matter what city the circus stopped in.
you continued on your way, weaving between workers dismantling equipment while drills whined somewhere far behind. metal clanged against metal in uneven bursts as poles hit the ground. the air smelled like a mix of gasoline, cigarette smoke, and sweat.
eventually, you reached the biggest tent left standing. the pride and joy of the circus.
every event at the circus had its own set of admirers, of course. the chainsaw juggling clowns from before, the trapeze artists, the magicians—every single performer. but the one event that drew the most fans, no matter what city you stopped in, was without a doubt, ‘handsome luke and the heartthrobs’.
the metal globe races always packed the tent with people shoulder-to-shoulder. they loved watching the motorcycles tearing it up in the cage, all while luke grinned like he didn’t have a single survival instinct in his body.
and honestly, he knew exactly what he was doing with every charming interaction.
you stopped a few feet away from the tent entrance, but your gaze found luke immediately. he stood outside, surrounded by a small cluster of kids, leaning lazily against the railing while signing wrinkled flyers and ticket stubs and fairy notebooks. his white t-shirt clung to his upper body, slightly damp in the aftermath of his show. the tattoos on his arms rippled with every movement.
a lit cigarette rested between his lips, mostly forgotten as he focused on writing his name.
he looked unfairly good all the time. especially after a show. all flushed skin and messy hair and adrenaline lingering between each breath. he looked like he belonged under the stage lights.
you lingered for a moment, before walking toward him. his eyes lifted automatically, finding you through the small crowd immediately. The second he recognized you, something softened in his face.
“alright, i gotta go,” luke told the kids as he straightened up. “have a good night guys. and, uh, myles, quit bothering sophia.”
the little group burst into laughter while luke ruffled the boy’s hair. he tossed his cigarette down and crushed it beneath his boot on his way over to you.
“hey,” he murmured once he stopped in front of you.
this close, he smelled mostly like smoke and rubber, with an underlying scent of your cologne—he must’ve stolen that in the morning before leaving the motel. the thought made you smile to yourself.
“hi,” you responded just as quiet. “got any plans tonight?”
luke laughed shortly, before schooling his expression as best as he could. the corners of his lips tipped up into a smile anyways. “dunno yet. why?”
“calvy’s?”
he groaned immediately, which only made you laugh.
“oh come on,” you reached forwards to nudge his shoulder.
“lydia put you up to this, huh?
“maybe.”
luke rubbed a hand down his face. “everything’s moving to the next city tonight. i like to leave with the circus, you know that.”
“you’ll survive if you leave a few hours later.” you bumped his foot with your own. you tried again. “we’ll leave early if you hate it. promise.”
he looked at you for a long moment before sighing dramatically. “yeah, alright. fine.”
you grinned triumphantly as you laced your fingers with his own and pulled him away. “knew you loved me.”
“didn’t say all that,” he murmured, even as the smile gave him away.
“didn’t have to.”
a few hours later, calvy’s was loud enough to make your head spin.
most of the circus had shown up at some point. performers crowded around tables littered with empty glasses, while music rattled through the walls loud enough to feel in your chest. somebody had dragged people onto the tiny dance floor near the jukebox, and now half the room swayed drunkenly beneath the string of coloured lights.
the air smelled like cheap beer and old wood, but you were drunk just enough not to care.
“sorry taylor,” you murmured after you accidentally elbowed one of the clown twins while squeezing through the crowd.
“it’s tyler,” he corrected you.
you lifted your drink apologetically, “close enough.”
he laughed and waved you off with an easy grin.
you finally reached the bar a second later, and a moment after that, spotted luke sitting alone on one of the stools.
he’d abandoned his jacket somewhere, leaving him in his faded white tank top that exposed the tattoos crawling over his arms and shoulders, and the muscles rippling beneath them. his short blond hair was messy from him running his hands through it all night, and his cheeks were slightly flushed from alcohol.
he looked warm and comfortable. your chest tightened at the sight, a stupid little flutter.
“hey,” you grinned, leaning sideways against the bar. you spoke slowly to avoid slurring your words, “what’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone tonight?”
luke snorted, tipping back the rest of his glass before setting it down. his eyes dragged slowly over you, amused and fond all at once.
“came here with somebody,” he responded just as slowly. “then he ditched me to do some shots with the magicians.”
you gasped quietly. “well, that’s just rude. now, i’d never abandon a pretty boy like you for something as shallow as tequila,” you responded, a hand over your heart in your best attempt to be earnest.
he grinned at you as he tilted his head, a fond twinkle in his eyes. if a year ago, you’d known that luke would one day publicly look at you like this, you wouldn’t have believed it. now, you’re not sure how you could’ve imagined anything else.
“dance with me?” you held out your hand. “i’ll make it up to you.”
luke eyed your outstretched hand, before slipping his into yours. his palms were rough with callouses from years of working around engines, warm despite the cool rings resting on his fingers.
“alright,” he said you pulled him up. “do your worst.”
the two of you stumbled onto the dance floor, laughing quietly under your breath. eventually, the two of you settled near one of the darker edges of the room.
string lights glowed softly overhead, casting warm amber light across luke’s face. shadows settled along the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones. his blond hair fell messily along his forehead, damp with sweat.
you sighed as the two of you swayed slowly, hands caressing each other lazily with a kind of familiarity that only really came from all the time you’d spent together.
“you look unfairly pretty in this light,” you murmured quietly, almost afraid to speak any louder.
luke huffed a laugh, his nose brushing lightly against yours. “yeah? you’re not exactly hard to look at either.”
warmth spread low in your chest, a fondness that you would’ve never thought was possible. you leaned forward to press a lazy kiss against the hinge of his jaw.
“you wanna get out of here?” you asked softly against his ear.
luke shivered, bumping his forehead against yours. “yeah, let’s go.”
the night air was cold against your skin, even more so after the heat from inside the bar. it served as a shock, almost sobering you up. your arm automatically slipped around luke’s shoulders as the two of you started down the sidewalk, towards the motel.
at the look he gave you, you merely shrugged innocently. “what? i’m just making sure you don’t freeze to death.”
luke laughed quietly, brushing back his blond hair with his free hand. “such a gentleman.”
“i try.”
he leaned closer anyways, so you took it as a win.
the streets were mostly empty now, washed gold beneath flickering streetlights. your shoulders bumped together every few steps, hips and legs brushing as you continued your way down.
everything felt soft around the edges from alcohol and exhaustion. but beside you, luke felt steady.
by the time you reached the motel, both of you had gone mostly quiet. tiredness settled heavy in your limbs while you dug through your pockets searching for the room key.
behind you, luke rested his chin against your shoulder while staring absentmindedly up at the sky.
you could feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, smell the whiskey still lingering faintly on it. his hands slid beneath the hem of your shirt lazily, rough fingertips brushing warm skin.
“moon’s pretty tonight,” he mumbled.
you glanced up briefly before looking back at him.
his hair glowed pale beneath the motel lights. sleepy blue eyes blinked back at you slowly, soft around the edges in a way luke only ever got when he was tired.
you smiled a little helplessly.
“yeah,” you agreed quietly. “still think you’re prettier, though.”
luke snorted, ducking his head with a laugh as you finally for the door unlocked. inside, the motel room looked exactly as shitty as ever. dim yellow lighting, faded wallpaper, and the air conditioner that rattled like it was on its last breath.
it’d be your last night here, at least for another year.
luke kicked his boots off haphazardly near the door, before peeling his shirt off. he tossed it aside, a trail of clothes following his journey to the bed. your own clothes joined his, and then you climbed in beside him a second later. the mattress creaked loudly at the added weight.
“i’m surprised this thing hasn’t broken yet,” you murmured, laying on your side so that you could face luke. he lay on his back, head turned to face you.
“if we didn’t break it last night, it’s probably never going to break,” luke responded with a smirk as you chuckled. luke drowned it out by pressing a sleepy kiss against your lips.
“fair point,” you conceded without argument as the two of you curled up against each other.
outside, the sound of trucks and other motel patrons was still loud. but in here, you were in a world of your own. with your arms around each other, you were both home.
Just saw that you were writing for Driver! Honestly never seen the movie, but I am in the middle of the book right now and I'm hooked.
What do you think of m!reader who's Driver's mechanic? He's in charge of his cars' modifications and repairs, stuff like that. I think it would be a cool starting point for a dynamic. But honestly anything with Driver and a male reader, I'd die for.
Of course, no need to respond if it's not your vibe! I love your works. Gave a great one!
oh the book has been on my tbr foreverr so i'm taking this as a sign to make it my next read. also thank you! i'm very glad you're enjoying my works, that makes me so happy!
mechanic reader x driver is a dynamic i'm kind of obsessed with now so thank you for that—
i love this so i'm going to start drafting some stuff... but also,, i can definitely see this as a multi part series with a deeper plot?? or maybe a universe where each part is like a one shot?? so each individual part is canon but not quite building off of the previous or even in canonical order 🤷♂️
what's the verdict on that idea? anyone interested? (asks and comments always open)
and as always, if you have any specific prompts, tropes, dynamics, or ideas, send an ask!
Hellooooooo would you be down to write anything for Driver x m!reader? Because I just watched Drive for the first time last night and I’m in love with him but I can literally find NO Driver x m!reader fic and it’s KILLING ME😭😭
I’d take that man for a ride he wouldn’t survive who said thattttttttttt👀
hi, yupp i definitely write for driver! requests for him are alwaysss appreciated hehe. if you have specifics such as: prompts, scenarios, dynamics, etc. feel free to send an ask over the weekend or early this week. i'm going to try and get it out for you by next weekend.
hello hello! it is the anon from the other day! if you're familiar with him, how do feel about writing something fluffy for luke glanton maybe?
if you aren't, i understand! have a wonderful day!!
hi again! oh absolutely, i was lowkey waiting for some inspiration about a luke fic and this is perfect. if you have any specific ideas, scenarios or prompts to base it off of, you can lmk by sending an ask. it should be out sometime this week.
BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE SKY — RYLAND GRACE X M!READER
sypnosis. where ryland grace falls for the new english teacher, with secrets of his own.
tags. m!reader, pilot!reader, he/him pronouns for reader, no mention of y/n, co-workers to lovers, probably inaccurate ryland grace, pre-launch to launch day, ryland grace falls first, im bad at tagging LOL
word count. 2.1k
chapter 1 out of ???
a/n. i do apologize if my ryland grace is very inaccurate to who he actually is. i still need to develop the skills of capturing personalities of fictional people. i am also sorry if the writing is very mid. im rusty as i had not written in a while. other than that, hope u enjoy! and yes thats a t swift title
(not proofed read)
The first thing you notice was the heat.
Which was funny, considering the situation of the star right now.
The bus slowly stills to a stop. You grab your bag that sat beside you with all the rush in the world, thinking the vehicle would move before you got out.
The first thing that caught your eye was the big letters engraved onto the walls themselves—Grover Cleveland Middle School. The smell of freshly cut grass was the second thing that hits you. It was quite a smell you never got around to describe, on why it was so comforting. It was home.
The school hallway was empty. Right. It was a Sunday. Lockers that were painted red were all neatly close, and the floors were clean, devoid of any trash. Sunlight shines through the windows, lighting up the inside with no trouble. A smart move for the fluorescent lights to be turned off right now.
You were only here to take a good look. It was a habit you had developed. Like an itch, almost. That you have to take a look at something—whether it be the stove would be working properly before using it,or checking the locks before going outside…. Or doing a last dry-run of flying a ship before the real thing.
An English teacher left due to retirement. But before leaving, she put in a good of you—said you had all the talent and potential. You vaguely even know this… person, only that they were a distant relative of one of your parent.
You step inside a classroom that a higher-up told you where you'll be teaching at. Yours.
The desks were all arranged neatly. Your eyes unconsciously count the number of it—Four lines and five rows. And at the front was the teacher's desk. And further, etched onto the wall, was a large white board. The white walls were covered with all types of decorations and posters. A specific one caught your eye: Keep calm and check your grammar. You blink at it, and roll your eyes slightly. You make a mental note on what decorations were in need of replacement and what does not need to be replaced.
You walk over to the teacher's desk, pull one of the cabinet. Nothing was there, except a few markers. One red, one blue and one black. They were probably all dry.
You take a step back, and turn around. Ready to leave, when you jump.
There, someone was standing on the doorway. Dirty blonde, glasses slightly a skewed, wearing a t-shirt that was probably a science joke, but you don't bother to try and understand it.
“Jesus Christ, you scared me.” you utter out, shoulders deflating at the aftermath of the shock.
“Right. Sorry. About that—” he stammers. “I wasn't staring. I was just making my way out when I saw this room open, so I went to check and—”
“Alright. I get you.” you interrupt his rambling. “Are you… a staff here?”
He chuckles. “Teacher, actually.” he says. “You must be the new English Teacher, so I heard.” he smiles.
“Right— Ryland. Grace. That's… my name.” he reaches out hesitantly, a hand. Like he was going for a handshake, but also not at the same time.
“Nice to meet you. Mr. Grace.” you nod. Formality was the next best thing right now. Even though this guy was anything but formal right now.
He awkwardly retracts his hand, nodding. “You too. I— uh, already know your name. Don't worry. Heard the Principal talking about it, earlier.”
“So you were spying on him?” you raise a brow.
“I'm— not!” he says too quickly. It was the truth, yet he was nervous. Getting awfully nervous, maybe at the fact he's digging a hole of himself right now. “I was just, you know— passing by.”
You blink. “Alright.” you nod. “Well, I better get going now.”
“Of course.” he says, shoulders deflating slightly. The tension visibly leaving him already. He steps to the side, and you walk out of the room.
“I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Grace.” you say one last time, before turning to the way you entered before.
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Things were already going bad.
First, you wake up late. It was 6:30 AM, and school starts at 7:00 AM. You set an alarm for 5:00. It didn't alarm for whatever reason. Second, while trying to make your own low-grade coffee on the way out, you spill it on one of your favorite shirt. You change out last minute. Third, the bus you took suddenly had a flat tire halfway to school. So you got out, and ran all the way through.
Despite everything going wrong, the adrenaline felt… good. The rush of it all, it made your body buzz.
You rush inside the classroom. You were greeted by your students, already sitting down on their desks. They were rowdy at first, but quieted down when you entered.
And thus, it begins.
First, you introduce yourself. Did a short icebreaker, just to get to know them, and then teach them about… well, English. On the lesson plan that was given, it was all about Shakespeare, specifically his story Romeo and Juliet. It was easy to get into the flow of teaching, the story was one you know probably word-by word by now. Not because you love it, per say, but because it was basically engraved into your brain of how much times you have read it last night. Just to be sure.
One thing you had learned is that kids were actually interested when you make it interesting. And right now, they were all quiet, and listening intently. You thank whatever gods that existed out there, that they were actually listening.
Before the bell rings, a certain someone walks by the open doorway. “Sir Grace!” they call out in in unison.
He retraces his step, and peeks inside. “Well hello there, younglings.” he chuckles.
“Sir Grace, you're disrupting my class.” you clear your throat.
“Sorry.” he gives you a cheeky look. He waves goodbye, ready to leave, when the bell rings.
Immediately the students rush to stand up and go, the idea of lunch was enticing for them.
He stays at the doorway, greeting them. Even giving some of them a high-five. The kids adore him.
Once all the kids retreated, he looks up at you. “So,” he starts, leaning against the doorway. “How's your first day going?”
You shrug, leaning your hip against the edge of the teacher's desk. “It's been fine, I guess. Spilled coffee on the way, though.”
“I also did that on my first day.”
“Of course that happened to you.” something like a smile tries to reach your lips. But it doesn't. Not fully. A beat of silence, then you speak up again. “You didn't say what subject you teach.” it wasn't necessary a question, just a statement.
“I didn't?”
“No. You just said you were a teacher, yesterday.”
He chuckles again, scratching the back of his head. “Science. I teach science.”
“Interesting.” You didn't intend to say it, but the words were already slipping out your lips. A slip, if you call it that.
His ears slightly redden. It was subtle, the one you had to really look closely to notice.
Silence sits between you two again. You take a look at him, a really good look. This guy was… something else. You couldn't quite put your finger to it.
He clears his throat, awkwardly. It was less awkward than what he was doing yesterday, but still… awkward. “I better get going.” he says, simple.
He pushes himself off the doorway.
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Golden light spills inside the classroom. All of your students had left already. School was over, for now. And then the same cycle repeats for the next few months. You take a deep breath, already dreading tomorrow.
Fatigue sits on your shoulders. Like someone was actively pressing on them. Hell you'd believe it if someone told you a ghost was sitting on your shoulders right now.
You slid your laptop inside your backpack, and hurl it around one arm.
You step out, the halls eerily empty. It looks like a scene of an apocalypse. Abandoned. Empty. Dread settles on your stomach, imagining a situation that you weren't in—maybe a zombie-type apocalypse? or an ice age type of apocalypse? how would you even survive a situation like that? or what if the sun died? the thought was scary. The news was already talking about it—something was dimming it, and scientists were fuddling for a breakthrough.
But then you see a janitor come out of the supply closet, and it cuts you out of your thoughts. You shake your head, grounding yourself. You count your fingers, they're all complete. You look for a smell—the smell of soap floods your nostrils, gaze going to the squeaky floor. And lastly, you look for something—a poster for cheer-leading tryouts. The colors red and pink pop out the most.
You feel your heart slow down.
You turn towards the doors, but stop. Your foot was halfway to the floor, but a thought popped inside your head.
You had no papers to grade, just yet. No one in particular was waiting for you back at your apartment, and you had no plans for tonight.
You turn back towards the hallway, and began to walk deeper inside the school. Maybe get a layout of the school? or to explore? you didn't know, really. There was no harm in not going home instantly.
All of the classrooms were already closed and locked. You peek inside the small window of the doors—each classroom was decorated differently. One in particular was decorated with pink decorations and ribbons, all over the place.
Then you hear someone curse. Muffled. You look towards the source of the noise, an open door. You slowly make your way towards it, and the first thing that catches your eye was the hanging planets on the roof, attached with strings.
Creative. That was what you thought. Then you look at the person sitting on the teacher's desk.
It was him.
Currently ducked under the table, trying to grab the scattered papers that were all over the floor.
“You shouldn't be cursing, Sir Grace.” you say.
He immediately tries looking up, but bumps his head onto the desk.
“Ouch—” he gasps out, quickly rubbing the back of his head. “You scared me, Jesus.”
“Then I guess we're even now.” you smile. Slightly.
He smiles too. “I guess so.”
You step inside, and grab the remaining papers he had not picked up, then sets them neatly on the desk.
“Thank you.” he says.
You take a quick look around the classroom. Filled to the brim with space-themed decorations. “I like what you did to the room.”
“Hm?” he perks up, tidying the papers on his hands. “Oh. Yeah. Thanks, but it wasn't really me. Half of it was already here.”
“What were the ones you did then?”
He then points at the small globe at the edge of the desk. “That one, and…” he points towards at the roof. “The planets hanging from above. Pretty neat, right?”
“Yeah. It's… cool.” you nod, leaning against the desk, beside him. You cross his arms, and turn your gaze down at him again. He was currently grading papers. He reads them thoroughly, before grabbing his stamp and putting it on the paper. The stamp had a silly design, a small earth with eyes, arms and hands, and some legs.
“An assignment, I assume?” you ask.
“Yup,” he says, eyes on the paper still. His glasses were going down, and doesn't notice. “Lunar cycles. Made them draw a diagram of it.” he elaborates. “You see, the moon is very interesting. One orbit of the moon around the earth takes approximately—”
“I know what a lunar cycle is, Grace.”
“Right.” he immediately stops rambling, and stamps another paper again. You shake your head, amused.
He takes a hesitant look at you, looking up. He adjusted his glasses, pushes it. “Have you, uh—met the other teachers?”
You shake your head again, but this time, to say no.
“You're the first teacher I have met.” you say.
“Ah,” he nods, “Well don't worry about it. A bunch of them are… well— I'm not going to say boring, or mean. I get along with them fairly well, actually, but—”
He stops when he realizes he's rambling again. “They're… nice. You should talk to them when you have the chance to.”
You nod. “Noted.”
You kick yourself off the desk. “Well, I better head home. Have fun grading papers, Grace.”
You don't wait for a reply, already going for the door.
He looks up, gaze fixated on the doorway. Where you had just been.
“Christ,” he mumbles, then turns to look back at the paper.
He doesn't know why he gets so nervous around you.
