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hello hello hello !!! i’m ivy and i write sometimes hence the name … ummmok i’m 16 & he/him yay please thank you! i’m in australia so timezones ahhhh if i reply late that’s why ok love you

requests: open always !

i’m mainly writing for project hail mary, shoot your shot at a request if you want 😼

fic tag: #ivys fics ,reblog tag: #ivys reblogs , asks tag: #ivys asks

fic list below -

teenage dream [ler!ryland grace + lee!teenage reader]

white teeth teens [ler!ryland grace + lee!teenage reader]

goodnight chicago [ler!ryland grace + lee!insomniac reader]

more coming soon geulp …

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Hi! Could I request another teen and lergrace fic🥹 maybe they knew each other before the Hail Mary (research together or something) and grace like keeps soft-launching that he remembers they are ticklish, like poking and stuff when they’re just being an ass, and then just full hard launches it. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense, and obviously if it does and you would be interested to write take as much time as you need! Have a great rest of your day/night!!!

HELLO HELLO HELLO !!!! this is so cute tysm.. im totally writing this omg ty for the request !!!!

and also side note i had this idea were ryland could know reader before the launch from school, obviously not in his class cuz theyre too old but maybe as an assistant teacher??? like work experiance in highschool??? DO YOU GUYS SEE MY WAVELENGTH RN???

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hii your fics with ryland are so cute!! I was wondering if you'd ever want to make a platonic fic with a teen reader again but this time if they were sick?? like hurt/comfort? if not, no worries. thanks !!

wait this is so cute…. ofc ofc ofc !!! i might be a couple days late because im in a little writing break rn yk so i don’t burn out but yes this im 100% writing this

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saturate me, i can't get enough

pairing: ryland grace x reader (intended as platonic)

summary: you didn't even do anything this time. honestly.

warnings: no use of y/n, gn reader, lee!reader, ler!grace, grace is a fiend and a menace, reader is just having a day

word count: 1.4k

authors note: sorry. actually no im not, yall asked for this one. <3 title: aqua regia by sleep token

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You blinked hard, trying to clear your vision.

The taumoeba samples remained unmoving in their petri dishes. You could only hope that they were doing what they were supposed to be doing. Growing. Adapting. Whatever.

You didn't actually need to watch the samples. There wasn't much to do with them other than to monitor their environment every few hours. But you didn't want to leave just yet. Too much rested on the success of these little buggers.

You pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes, rubbing the dry, burning feeling away. Your elbows thudded faintly against the desk when you rested your weight on them.

"Hey, can you come here for a sec?" Ryland called from somewehere to your left.

You turned your head, squishing your cheek against your palms. "Whh-?"

"Get over here." He sounded like he was laughing.

When you peeled your eyes open, he was straightening on his stool and tucking a pen behind his ear.

"What is it?" You mumbled, unwilling to move any more than absolutely necessary.

"Come on, lazybones."

You puffed your cheeks out, exhaling sharply in a raspberry. "Yeah, fine."

Ryland extended an arm towards you as you approached, and looped it around your lower back when you were within reach. He pulled you in, placing you to stand between his legs and leaning you back against the desk behind you.

"This is cozy." You raised an eyebrow.

Ryland just smiled, and raised his free hand, wiggling his fingers in the air.

You felt your heart stutter. "Whoa - hey. What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on." Ryland raised his eyebrows in mock confusion, corners of his mouth drooping. "Why would anything be going on?" He shot his hand out towards your abdomen, pulling back at the last second before he made contact.

You flinched hard, your own hands coming up in front of you protectively.

"Wait!" You yelped.

"Wait for what?" Ryland was smiling openly now. "I'm not doing anything."

"You are!"

"What am I doing?" He lunged again, angling to a slightly different spot, grinning wide when you squeaked, and flinched again.

"You know what you're-" Another lunge towards you, another flinch, and you slapped at the top of his hand. "- stop it!"

"'Stop it'!" Ryland mimicked with a chuckle, waving his hand this way and that slowly while wiggling his fingers again.

"That's not what I sound like!" You huffed, and tried swatting at him again. "And don't do that."

"Still don't know what it is that I'm supposedly doing here." Ryland looked at you over his glasses and, mercifully, dropped his hand. It rested on top of his thigh, fingers curled loosely and completely relaxed. The arm around your lower back, however, tightened when he felt you shift.

"Ryland," you used your thumb and forefinger to squeeze at your temples. "I'm tired, and I'm supposed to be watching the samples, because we have no idea what we're doing, and if this goes to shit we've got nothing."

"Tired?" Ryland said, and something in his voice made you lower your hand to look at him.

He released his hold on you, but braced his knees tighter on either side of you instead. Then he brought his palms together and rubbed them rapidly a few times, like he was trying to warm up.

"Clear!" He called out, and before you could voice your confusion, he tasered both hands into your ribs. "Bzzt!"

You yelped, bending hard at the waist and nearly knocking your head into Ryland's.

"What the hell?!" You demanded, laughter bubbling in your chest. You squashed it down. "What are you doing?"

"I'm resusitating you." Ryland said, rubbing his palms together again.

"No, no, no-" You gripped at his wrists, adrenaline spiking.

"Clear!"

"Do not- Ack!" You doubled over - again - choking on air and a yelp.

"Bzzt!" Ryland said, tasering your ribs. Then again. And again. "Bzzt! Bzzt!"

"Noho!" You gave in to giggling, jerking wildly with each squeeze to your ribs.

"'Noho'!" Ryland pitched his voice up into a silly whine, switching to scribbling his fingers up and down over your ribcage. "'Noho'!"

"What did I doho?" You asked, ducking your head towards his shoulder. Shivers crawled up your spine from the ticklish fluttering at your ribs.

"What did you do?" Ryland repeated, as if confused. "Nothing at all."

Your mind spun. "Then why-?"

You felt him shrug. "I thought it would be fun."

"Fun for who?" You demanded, attempting to twist away from his hold. Ryland wrapped his legs around the back of your thighs, hooking his ankles together.

The movement brought you even closr to him, and you braced your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance from being jostled.

"Well, for both of us, I'd hope." His arms slinked around to your back, scritching his nails around your shoulder blades. Your back and torso arched in an attempt to get away. "Gosh, you're such a wiggle worm."

"Mngh." You grunted concisely, grinding your teeth shut. Giggles still escaped you, though, and you tried not to focus on your rapidly heating face.

"What does that mean?" Ryland asked, grinning, then snickered when you hid your face from him by pressing your cheek to the top of his head.

His hands switched to pinch at your uppermost ribs quickly.

"Hm? What's that?" He teased when you broke into full laughter. "Use your words."

"My wohords -!" You said between gasps for air. "- are sahaying you're being mehean!"

"Mean?" Ryland feigned offense, then wiggled his fingers into your underarms. "You're not actually doing anything to stop me, though."

"I am!" Your hands gripped tight at his tshirt.

"Yeah?"

"Yes!"

"Clinging and giggling isn't exactly gonna help you."

At his words, you suddenly became aware of how tightly you were holding onto him. To try and prove him wrong - who were you kidding - you pushed yourself off of his shoulders. You pulled at his arms, still laughing, and a moment of surprise registered in your fuzzy mind when he let you.

It was short lived, though, because in the next moment Ryland wrapped one around around your upper back and locked you in against his shoulder. You felt him shift his legs to get a better grip.

Then his free hand tucked itself under the hem of your tshirt, thumb slipping just under the waistband of your trousers and lodging under your hip bone.

"Ryland." You said, arms scrambling to try and push off of him.

"Yes?"His thumb stayed unmoving, but firmly planted under your hip bone.

"If you do this I will never forgive you."

There was a pause, and Ryland seemed to actually be thinking over your words. Your heart hammered in your chest.

"Nah." He said finally, voice light. "You will."

"Grace-" Too late. The thumb dug in, and kept at it; wiggling, rubbing, circling.

Laughter burst out of you so sharply that you lost breath for a second, body simultaneously pressing closer to Ryland's and trying to twist away from his hand.

When your lungs remembered their function and you were able to gulp in a breath, it was so sudden that you snorted lightly.

Ryland burst into giggles, hand faltering in it's movements.

"Don't." You groaned.

"Oh jeeze." Ryland's voice pitched up from his giggling. "I've never heard you make that noise before."

You pushed up from his hold with more intent this time. Ryland let you, his arm sliding away from you, lingering down your back. No longer poised for attack.

"And you never will again." You said to him firmly, trying to mimic his best teacher-voice.

"Hmm." Ryland calmed down enough to stop giggling. "We'll see about that."

"No." You objected. "There is no 'see'. This never happens again."

"Mm-hmm."

"Sleep with one eye open." You pointed your finger at him, reaching your other hand behind you to unhook Ryland's legs from around you. "My revenge will be swift."

He dropped his legs at your insistent pushing. "I expect no less."

He was still grinning.

Huffing through your nose, you turned away to head back to your samples.

"I swear to god, you need to be taken down a peg." You muttered just loud enough for him to hear. You slid back onto your stool. "Or three."

"I look forward to it."

Your hands faltered over the taumoeba samples. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ryland reaching behind his ear for his pen, eyes trained on the papers in front of him.

There was a flush over his neck and ears.

You quirked an eyebrow.

Interesting.

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omg gagged i also just turned 16 HAPPY BIRTHDAY

wait we’re twinning.. we can both be unc AND THANK YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ASWELL !!!!

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how’s it feel being unc

STOP IT just found out im chopped and unc … i can drive this year 💔

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OMG happy birthday

THANK YOU !!!!! you’re the sweetest omg. i feel so unc sigh…

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White Teeth Teens

|| lee!teenager reader + ler!ryland grace

|| AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! 🎉 big 16.. im unc… second request i feel so famous😼 asks at the bottom love you all!!!

You’ve always been bright for your age, or, that’s what people started telling you, so you started believing it. You excelled easily, and maybe that’s how you ended up on this ship. Or maybe not, you wouldn’t know, since half of your memories are still buried somewhere deep.

Ryland is one of the smartest people you know. You could watch how he and Rocky work in the lab so easily, how they bounce off each other effortlessly for hours on end. How they can do this without that little voice at the back of their heads saying ‘you shouldn’t be here’.

Besides the point, you should be able to do this. To help Grace however you can, to get to Erid. He trusted you enough to give you this simple task, so, why can’t you figure this out?

Maybe you were just in your own head. Yeah, definitely, you should focus. So you try. Read over your notes, try a different method, do it better. But now it’s hours into the night and no progress has been made for the better.

So, it’s no surprise when you don’t notice when Ryland is lingering by the doorway. You stare down at your work, and he knocks twice. When you don’t look up, another two times.

“Hey, kiddo.” He hummed, stepping into the room to stand behind you. “Why don’t you call it a night?”

“No.” You mumble simply. “Need more time.”

“Right, right..” He nods along, and you only notice how worried he looks when you glance up for a second. “..What?” You manage to get out.

“..Do you, uh..” He shrugs, acting casual. “Want help, at all?”

“You think I need help?” You reply, slightly short-tempered. “Because I don’t. I can do it.”

“I never doubted you.” He said, softer this time. “Not at all. I didn’t say you need help, I’m asking if you want help, even if you can do it yourself.”

Ryland was used to it, he remembers his students well. Those stubborn kids who would refuse help to their last breath, insist they can do it. The independent ones. He respected it immensely, but everyone got to a point.

“I don’t.” You murmur, looking down. “Or, I shouldn’t. I just- It- It should be easy. I’ve probably done this a million times. But I just- Can’t for some reason. I should be good enough for this, Ryland, I—“

“Hey! Hey, woah woah woah,” He cuts your rambling off, leaning down to your chair to see you face to face. “It's okay, you’re okay..” He reaches a hand to wipe your cheeks, and it’s just then you realise tears were falling down them.

“I know, I..” You sniffle, shrugging. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know why this is getting to me so much.” You admit, voice barely there. “It’s just frustrating.”

“Don’t I know the feeling..” Ryland hums, leaning up and pulling you with him. “Why don’t we go sit down, yeah? Somewhere out of the lab.”

“Okay.” Is all you manage to get out before your voice breaks, almost a sob, before you cut it off with an attempted deep breath. In, and out, just like Ryland always told you.

“Come here.” He sighs, but not in annoyance, like he was letting go of a breath he’s been holding in worry. He slowly brings you into his arms, giving you time to back away if you wanted, before he squeezes you closer.

He doesn’t let you go for a bit, not until you calm down completely, which takes a while. And, you honestly can’t remember the last time you’ve been held like this, so, you weren’t exactly in a rush.

But unfortunately, you have to breathe without being crushed in Ryland’s chest eventually. So, you back off just a little. “..I’m good.”

“It’s okay not to be.” He murmured, looking down at you with eyes full of concern. “C’mon, before Rocky finds us.”

“Rocky can always find us, stupid.” You don’t bother to hold back your tongue anymore, causing a soft laugh from Grace. “You know what I mean! Stop it, just come on, you.”

He leads you to the observation deck, helping you sit in the middle next to him in front of what looks like the ocean. It’s gorgeous, you can’t help but think, along with how badly you wish you could see it again.

“Hey, stop that.” Ryland snaps his hand in front of your face causing you to look up.

“What?” You blink, almost scoffing. Excuse him.

“Getting into your own head like that. It’s not good for you, especially here.” He explains, gesturing to the ship around them. (You don’t tell him that all you can see right now is the water). Right, trying to avoid existential crises in the middle of space might be a good idea. But, hey!

“Grace,” You say, trying to stay completely serious, but somehow that smile has slipped back onto your face. “You dare to ever snap your fingers at me like a dog ever again, I’m throwing you off the ship.”

“Oh-hoh, someone’s feeling better.” He grinned. “What, you mean like this?” Shoving his hand impossibly close to your eyes, snapping again, and, oh, you’re going to kill this man.

You stare, trying to act intense (which works just a little, you could be scary when you want to be!), before suddenly grabbing his wrists and attempting to pin him down.

The roughhousing was pretty normal between you two, playful fighting that helped ease any tension and force that energy into the focus of winning. And even after all the experience, you always seem to forget that maybe, just maybe, the 6’0 jacked guy may just overpower you a tiny bit. Only a little.

“Fuck!” You exclaim in a loud laugh, trying to gain control of the situation again. Ryland simply raises an eyebrow, effortlessly pushing you down just barely to keep you off of him. “Heeey, what did we talk about? Language!”

“Stohohop-“ You giggle, because this is so stupid, but you feel so incredibly light after getting everything out of your system before, so you can’t even complain. He finally clicks his tongue before deciding to give mercy, if you could even call it that, because all he does is decide to properly pin you instead.

He gently lifts two arms above your head, your figure half slouched against the wall. You squirm, before throwing your head back with a breathless chuckle. “Okay, okay, you win. Or, maybe you don’t- Anymore added to your ego and you’ll fall off the face of the earth. ..Oh, wait..”

That only makes you laugh more, soft giggles spilling from your lips as you push your face into your arm. And, even if he won’t admit it, Ryland was right there laughing with you.

“Oh, you think you’re soooo funny don’t you?” He sighs dramatically, shaking his head in a disappointed act. As soon as you open your mouth, he speaks up. “That was rhetorical!”

“..Well, actually- Shihit!” You immdiantly cut yourself off with squeaky giggles bubbling up your throat. Ryland had switched your wrists into one hand of his, the other scribbling in the middle of your tummy, and you’re so dead.

“What? You’re sorry?” He hums casually, “That’s what you said, right?

“Nohoho! Grace, Grace!” You cry out, kicking your legs out with a hiccup. You try and fold in on yourself, only resulting in the sensation spreading across your torso worse. Or, better? The line was blurry.

“Oh, come on, you only call me Grace when you’re mad at me. You’re not mad at me, right?” He asks, leaning down into your ear so you could hear him over yourself. Your neck scrunched up on the side he chose, shaking your head as you lean away.

“I ahah- am!” You get out, but he simply lets his fingers wander up one side of your ribcage, stopping just under your arm instead of replying.

“Okayokayokay- Wait, let’s talk! tahahlking is fun!” You immediately blurt out, eyes trying to glare at him, but laughing too hard to make any impact.

“Talking is fun, especially when we’re talking about you. Say, were you gonna come get me at all? Tell me how you were feeling so I could fix it? Cross your mind, kid?” He keeps his face straight, eyebrows furrowing in focus as he stills his hand for a moment.

“..That sounds..Less fun?” You offer with a nervous smile, before his thumb digs right under your top rib. Funnily enough, you consider changing your mind.

“Ohohokay okay, fun! Whatehehever!” You giggle out, shoes thumping against the metal floor with a quiet echo.

“Dont worry, I’ll fix it for free this time. Consider it a favour!” He smiled playfully, his hand slowly trailing up and under your arm. You immediately try to tug your arm down, letting out a noise that was just short of squealing. “Oohhh, listen to that laugh? You feeling better, hm? All giggly now? Good, good.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, simply continuing with a big smile on his face that told you he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

Ryland suddenly stops, clearing his throat as he leans up. “Are you paying attention? Now, class, this is very important information for the test.” And, Fuck, you take it back. You’ll probably die from this before you get to kill him. “Now, the human species regularly has 24 ribs, 12 pairs. Today we’ll be looking at an example, while I demonstrate!”

“Oh my gohod, Ryland, please..” You whine, head leaning back with a slight squirm of anticipation. “Come on, this isn’t fair, I didn’t agree to this!”

“What? Teaching is what I do best, and someone has to educate you up here.” He hums, hand lingering at the bottom of your left ribs. “Remember, 12 on each side. Say, won’t you be so kind and keep count for me?”

“ihihi- I guess?” You smile with jittery chuckles slipping from your lips as you look down at his hand. You’re so getting him back for this later.

“Reaadddyy?” He sang, grinning at you. “Because if not, I can wait, I have all the time in the world. Or, space, for that matter.”

“Youre soho dumb.” You groan, taking a deep breath. “..Okay.”

He slowly drags one finger up, scratching gently between the bone. “Ooonnneee…” he drags out, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “Twoooo…” His hand slips into a claw, before slipping up to the middle of your ribcage and vibrating into it.

Your head slams back, eyes squeezing shut with a sharp laugh. Maybe he kept counting, but, some would say that you were slightly distracted, so it was background noise to you. “Come on, you gotta stay still!” He exclaims between his own chuckles. “I think I've lost count. I guess I have to start again.. Unless you remember my number, that is.”

You immediately blank, shaking your head. “Oh, fuck, um- mahaha- maybe, maybe 6?”

“Hhmmm..” He performatively tilts his head back in thought. “You know, I don’t think so.” His hand drops from the grasp on your arms, only to skitter across both of your sides. “But this will do”

You immediately shove his arms away, not before a few full laughs and hiccups leave you. He follows you, making sure you don’t fall over, and you don’t even want to think about the huge smile on his face.

“Okay, okay, I plead the fifth, you’re done. I’m. ..Well, not really- but, for your sake, I’m sorry.” He rambles just slightly, and you groan but still lean right into his shoulder again. “There you go, good job.” He hums.

“..Hey, Ryland?” You murmur, your voice just carrying. He looks down expectantly. “Help me out tomorrow?”

He simply smiles, looking back up to the observational screens. “If you’ll have me.”

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sorry if you read my fics and you see the same very specific phrases over and over again

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can u do another teen fic with lergrace? your last one was really really good 🥺🥺

literally SAY LESS it’s my favourite to write… but i wasn’t gonna write it as much cause it feels a little self indulgent yk? but i am for the people ofc i can… and THANK YOU I LOVE YOU i try i try😼 [and also im gonna start writing tomorrow so let me know if you want a specific scenario/have any ideas!]

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Goodnight Chicago

|| ler!ryland grace + lee!insomniac reader

|| AN: on school break.. prepare to be sick of me.. also the ask at the bottom of the fic!! ty for the request anon ily

There is simply no excuse why the universe is so cruel to you. Or, maybe there is, you wouldn’t remember either way - or care, for that matter. And that’s not sadism, that’s pure sleep deprivation of 48 hour consciousness.

The world's fault, you’ve decided as you stare up at the dark ceiling. Because, at 3am, who else’s would it be? Not yours, that’s for sure. You could probably write an essay on this. In fact, you might. Or would’ve, if you could move your body without complaining about how hard it is.

How long have you been on this ship anyways? You can’t think off the top of your head. You should be counting. Maybe Ryland was counting. And then, oh, Ryland. Rylands awake. Because, when isn’t he?

You shouldn’t bother. Super smart science stuff, or whatever, but as soon as you roll over, of course the light flicks on.

You practically whine, pushing your face into the pillow. “Ryland!” You scold, or try, but it mostly sounds like a cry for help.

“Sorry! Sorry,” He practically winces, twisting the lights lower with a low hum of worry. “Sorry.. I didn’t mean to wake you up, really.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that part.” You grumble, sighing more heavily than you’d like to admit and sit up with your legs crossed.

“Whats that meant to mean?” He asks, rummaging through some box on one of the higher shelves. “You were sleeping before.”

“No I wasn't. I was pretending to sleep in hopes that I would really fall asleep.”

“..That’s usually effective?”

“No.”

Ryland looks over his shoulder to you, just failing to hold back a small smile and laugh, and you roll your eyes, turning away. “Not funny.”

“No, no, I know, but you’re pouting. I’m sorry, not funny.” He explains in a soft chuckle, slowly abandoning what he was doing to sit next to you on the bed [if you could even call it that]. “Rocky will come watch you sleep, if that’ll help! ..I honestly don’t even think I could stop him even if you say no, so, say yes.”

You let out the smallest chuckle, shrugging in the dim lights and letting your shoulders drop. “I don’t think I have a choice. But, you guys are busy.” You mutter, yawning softly. “Just wish this wasn’t so hard.”

Ryland leans forward, that scientist glare shining in his eyes. “It doesn’t have to be. You know, maybe we could develop a sort of melatonin, and—“

“No way.” You cut him off, “Come on.. We have bigger things to be working on. In fact, I should be up anyway, we have tons to finish off.”

“What? Hey, no way, sit.” He puts a hand on your chest firmly, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “I’m only up so late because I slept last night. Can you say the same? Hm?”

“..No.” You mumble out, strained. Or, more of a ‘no-wuh’, if you were honest. Petty. But, you live your truth anyways.

“Uh-huh, exactly. No.” He continues, and, yeah, he’s talking you down like one of his middle school students. You’d lecture him if it didn’t hurt to blink right now. “Just lay down, okay? It’ll feel better than sitting up.

“You ‘no’. Don't tell me what to do.” You get out instead, flopping back down onto the bed.

“And yet, they do what I say anyway..” He muttered under his breath, shifting to lay next to you. “Thats it. You need to take a breath, try not to work yourself up over it, okay?”

Which.. was good advice actually.

“Who are you and what did you do with Ryland?”

“Oh, come on,” He laughs, “It's just.. late. And I'm exhausted, so I can't imagine how you feel. I’ve gotten you to sleep at least a couple times right?”

“Maybe by nerding me to sleep.” You tease easily, stretching your legs before curling up next to him. “But.. I guess, yeah.”

“Hey, at least it was effective.” He chuckled. “But, seriously.. Anything we haven’t tried? Surely something..” He muttered, falling into thought.

“There is nothing I haven't tried, I can guarantee. ..Literally, I have notes.”

“Alright, alright, but never say never. Maybe.. we can tire you out! We’ll do something fun.” He rolls over from his back to face you, and you almost roll back away. Excuse him?

“Tire me out? Tire me out. Ryland, you have no idea how tired-out I already am!” You cry out, exasperated, and you have full intentions of going on a tangent before he gently presses a palm to your cheek.

“I know,” He speaks gently, gentle enough to talk that angry tangent away, “I know you are. What I meant was.. Your brain needs serotonin to produce melatonin. It’s the direct chemical precursor."

“..Right.” You murmur. And, yeah, maybe you haven’t had a lot of time for that lately with all the chaos of trying to get to Erid. “Well, there’s not a lot of ways to instantly produce it. No sunlight here..”

“That’s wrong.” He says simply with a hum, “There’s tons of ways. One of the easiest being laughter.”

“Well, we’re stuck then, because you’re not funny.”

“Oh, I can be pretty funny when I try.”

“..What’s that meant to mea—NO!”

His hands dart to your sides, squeezing inwards softly as many times as he could get in before you shove him away. “Grace!” You snarl.

“Ooh, it’s Grace now? That means you’re really mad.” Ryland grins, way too happy with himself as he props himself up to try and grab your arms.

You’re so much better than this. You are, really! You could fight him off any day, any time, and you have many times before. But right now? You practically melted, barely a fight put up. You’re too tired to pretend you don’t want this, need it, just something to ease everything for a bit.

“No fight? That’s new.” He hums, legs swinging over your thighs and looming over you. “Alright, you’re under arrest. Hands behind your back, citizen.”

“What?” You groan, a giggle leaving your lips. “What crime did I commit? Aren’t you gonna read me my rights?.. Oh, and another thing, we’re in space, stupid.”

“Is this resistance to arrest?” He gasps, before grabbing at your wrists, which you just barely push away. “AND assaulting a police officer? You’re going away for a long time, buddy.” Ryland tuts, and you want to wipe that smug ass look off his face, but he easily grabs your hands and pulls down to your hips to let his knees pin them.

“You have the right to remain silent,” He starts again, hands trailing over your stomach resulting in a quiet whine and giggle. “Or beg and squeal. I’m fine with that aswell.”

You’re about to reply, that stubborn remark about to leave your lips, but his fingers suddenly vibrate into either side of your stomach and you couldn’t care less.

It’s not like this is an uncommon occurrence either, and whenever that thought crosses your mind, you immediately groan in embarrassment. Because that’s what it is; embarrassing, but somehow in the best way possible. It’s not angry, hot white embarrassment that simmers deep inside you, just.. flustering, in the best possible way, the kind that makes you never want to leave this moment. Ryland makes you feel adored. So, who are you to say no to this?

Not when he’s obviously enjoying this so much. ..Just him, definitely.

“Whaaat, you have nothing to say?” He hums in fake pity, “You lose your tongue? Come on, you always have something to say. Your head is just too busy, huh? Am I distracting you?”

Your head tips back in squeaky laughter, squirming with whatever energy you had left [which, by the way, was close to none]. “Shuhut uhup-!” You groan, shaking your head as if that would ease the sensations. “Mohove spots!”

“Dont tell me what to do.” He said simply, mimicking your words from earlier. Fuck, you’re gonna kill him. ..After a solid 9 hours of sleep, hopefully. You kick out behind him, causing him to almost slip off you, which has you laughing for another reason.

“Oh, that’s funny?” He chuckles, looking down at you with that evil glint in his eyes, and your heart immediately drops. “Nonono- it’s- it’s so tragic and i’ll never do it again!” You ramble out, still giggling even though his assault has paused.

“I,” He leans down to your ear, making you scrunch up with a gasp. “Think you’re lying.” He whispered, before blowing a raspberry deep where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Fuck! Fuhuhuck, Ryland!” You yell, giggling rapidly and tugging at your arms. ..Nope, still very pinned, but worth a shot. “Nohot.. Nohohot lying!”

“If you say so..” Ryland leans up with the biggest smile playing on his lips, almost matching yours, hands gently spidering up your ribs. “I’ll play nice, for now. Just this once.”

You grin, head pushing into your own shoulder and hide half your face. You swear you could never let anyone else hear you like this, all giggly and pliant.

“D’awwww.. Seriously, this is adorable. Look at you!” He praised, sounding all too genuine for you to snap back at. You shake your head with a no, laughing softly into your own skin.

“No? you’re not?” He huffs. “I don’t know about that, for example, do you have ears? Do they work? Can’t you hear yourself? ‘Cause that’ll do it.”

You can barely bring yourself to answer, your face feeling so stupidly hot you can only imagine how flushed you look. This was probably doing wonders for his ego, like he needed anymore.

“Thihis is sohoho unfair.” You get out, voice sleepy and full of giggles. His fingers dip into your sides, spidering around the area. Was it unfair? No, not at all, you honestly would’ve ended up baiting him into this sometime soon anyways. But your brain was a little bit busy dealing with all the other sensations to think of anything sentient to say.

“Nah, it’s pretty fair. You need to sleep, and I need something to do. It’s a good trade, I'd say. Plus. Isn't it fun?”

“Noho!”

“Oh, come on, now you’re just lying. You love this. Especially when I do this- Oohh, there’s that laugh of yours!” He chuckles with you, hands suddenly digging right into your hips causing you to squeal and buck up.

“See? Isn’t this better?” Ryland hums casually, like he isn’t practically tickling you to tears, squeezing and drilling into the area.

“Okay! Oohohokay- Ryland! Ryland plehehease, please, ihi’m good now!” You laugh out, heels digging into the bed behind him. He took that as a sign to let up, smiling just as wide as you as he slid down and off of you.

“..Fuck, don’t look… soho proud of.. yourself...” You grumble, panting and catching your breath with leftover giggles.

“I’m sorry, I'm just too good at my job apparently.” He grins, laying back down next to you and pushing the now messy hair out from your eyes.

“ ‘M tired.” You mumble, eyes already closing.

“That was the point! And my methods were obviously very effective.” He exclaimed proudly, before quieting down, words sweet and genuine- “..You should sleep while you can. You did good.”

And before you were conscious of what was happening, he was pulling the blankets up over you, and you were drifting off. Maybe you’d be mad at him in the morning, but, for now, you could finally sleep.

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Hello!!! I loved your fic so much ❤️❤️ If you could write something with ler ryland again that would be so cool! Maybe something like reader can’t sleep and Ryland has to tire her outttt hehee. No pressure tho!

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[cocoa-critter]

Break Time!

Somethin’ a little different for dinner tonight, team… please don’t crucify me…

Been wanting to write Coltland twins content for a WHILE, So if this sucks just know that it’s my first attempt, and I’m also just a little guy. And here’s my customary typo/grammar apology too…

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Lee/Ler!Colt (Fall Guy)

Lee/Ler!Grace (PHM)

TW: swearing. A lot of it. From Grace too - this is grad school Grace. He had a lot less of a filter o think.

❦ Grace hasn’t been heard from for weeks, burying himself in schoolwork. Colt drops by to make sure he gets some enrichment time away from his computer.

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“RYYYYLAAAAA- oof- goddamnit…”

The door to my apartment jostles, and I hear the thunk of body weight against the outside of it.

I groan, dragging a hand down my face, and look at the time at the bottom right of my screen.

It’s 9:45 pm. What the hell is he doing here so late?

“Pull the handle up, not down, Colt.” I grumble through my hand.

I know the cacophonous ruckus of my twin brother anywhere. I didn’t even have to ask who was there…

“I knew that.”

“Evidently not.”

There’s some more fuss with the latch, and finally the door swings open.

“RYLAAAAAND GRAAAAACE!” Colt shouts, arms out like he’s awaiting applause and camera flashes.

He steps through, letting the door slam behind him.

“This is an apartment complex. You realize this, yes?” I don’t bother to look over at him.

“Uh… yes? Obviously?”

“Then why are you making the most noise physically possible- shoes. Shoes off before you step in my kitchen.”

Colt scoffs, kicking off his boots and nudging them to the door with his foot, hands raised in surrender.

“Sorry, mom, jeez.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Colton?”

“Government name? Both syllables, huh? Oh You’re pissed.”

“No, I’m busy. I’ve got a lot of work I’ve gotta finish up. And funny enough, no Colt is required for me to complete any of it… huh, imagine that…”

Colt hums, shrugging indifferently, shuffling into the kitchen.

“You chose to put yourself through discretionary, extra school, big guy. That’s on you.”

“Spell discretionary.” I sit back, folding my arms, watching as Colt opens the fridge I pay for, rummaging through it.

“Uhhhhh… d… e…”

“Forget it. Also I’m securing myself a career with this d-i-s-c-r-e-t-i-o-n-a-r-y, extra schoolwork.”

“I already have a career, space-face. That doesn’t work on me.”

“Space Face..?”

“Yeah- all the uh- acne you got goin’ on there… looks like-“

“Got it. Thanks.”

“Point still stands. I’m already employed.”

“Your career involves you getting thrown out of windows.”

“Yeah. And I get paid to do it. It’s awesome.”

“Tell that to your osteoarthritis in thirty years…”

Colt snickers, finally making a selection from my fridge, land popping the tab on a can of my Diet Coke.

“Ok, what’re you doing in my house.”

“Apartment, kiddo.”

“You’re twelve minutes older than me. Don’t call me that.”

“Twelve minutes wiser.” He takes an obscenely long drink of my Coke. “Can’t i just visit my brother? Jeeeez.”

“Typically, no. Usually comes with a caveat.”

I groan, hunching back over my laptop, leaving the room in silence for a few, blissful moments.

Colt, ever the fiend for attention, gets bored of my silence, and saunters his way over to me from the kitchen, standing behind my chair.

“What’ ha eorkin’ on?”

“Physics.”

“That’s a looot of letters where numbers should be.”

“They’re variables, Colt.”

“Why is that division problem so long…”

“One more time i will ask you why you’re here before i call Court.”

“Funny you should say that. He’s the one who told me to drop by.”

“Why in earth would he do that to me?” I hiss, clicking away at my keys.

“He said you’ve been avoiding his calls…”

“So? I avoid your calls too. And Holland’s.”

“Yeah, but that’s like, totally normal. You never ignore Court.”

He had a point. I’d been so swamped with grad school work that my phone had pretty much stayed on ‘do not disturb’ for the better part of two weeks now. Everyone who had attempted to contact me was left in radio silence. My brothers included. I guess Court finally got worried enough to send out a search party.

“He’s worried about you, man! You haven’t said a word to any of us in weeks! It’s like you’ve fallen off the grid! You’ve been so quiet even Holly’s concerned.”

“Oh so the whole family’s on my ass, awesome. You all know I’m in grad school, yes?”

“We know you’re in school dipshit, we just get worried when we don’t hear from you for forty days and nights.”

“Busy…”

“You probably haven’t slept in who knows how long.”

“I’ve been sleeping just fine.”

Colt huffs, a hand snakes around the side of my head, grabbing me by the cheeks, tilting it up and back. My brother stares down at me with a raised brow.

“So then all the darkness under your eyes is what, a stylistic choice then? Trying a new look?”

“Shut up.”

“I dunno! Maybe it’s Maybeline!” He chuckles, releasing my face. “C’mon. Just take a break for a little while.”

“Colt, I’m not joking I’ve got a lot of work to do, and it’s all gotta be done in two weeks!”

“That’s plenty of tiiime!”

“Every school project you’ve ever had, you waited until 6:30 the night before to do. Do not talk to me about time management.”

“And I aced them.”

“Barely passed, and aced, are two very different things.”

“Whatever, asshole. I’m just askin’ for one night off. One night! Come onnnn.” Colt walks around the side of my, leaning against my dining table. It shifts back a bit, and he stumbles like the ground’s been swept out under him, but recovers quickly.

“What the hell would we even do, anyway?! Theres nothinf to do!”

Colt opens his mouth to speak.

“If you say bar, club, or party, I’m gonna freak out.”

“…Order shitty food and watch garbage tv?”

Hard to say no to that…

“With whose money, exactly?”

Colt gives me a devious smile, reaching in his pocket, and producing a card I couldn’t recognize the branding of.

“With the studio’s money.”

-

“What the fuck is an enchirito..?” Colt wrinkles his nose at the container, passing it to me as I sit down on the couch with two soda cans.

“It’s exactly what you’re holding. An enchilada burrito.”

“Looks Like a box of swampass, but… alright.”

“Okahahay, says the guy with a Mexican pizza. What the hell is that?!”

“Hey! It’s fine Mexican cuisine!”

“Spell cuisine.”

“Q…”

“Unbelievable.” I chuckle. “At least mine’s a combination of two actual Mexican foods.”

“Concepts, of Mexican food.”

“An enchilada and a burrito? Real foods, bud.”

“None of this is real… I’m pretty sure you could leave this stuff out in the sun for 20 years, and it wouldn’t change.”

“You suggested this- would you shut up and sit down and turn the goddamn tv on, Colt?! Jesus…”

Colt makes a show of snatching up the remote up from the coffee table, switching the television on.

“Alright, what kind of sloop are we feelin’ tonight…”

“Any of your movies streaming anywhere?”

Colt gives me a cold side eye, I snicker.

“TLC?”

“Mmmm, nah, too exploitative.”

“Yeah, true…” Colt grumbles, taking a bite of his affront to Mexican food.

“Oh! There’s that obstacle course show you used to like! Y’know, with the water underneath?”

“Wipeout?”

“No, no… the actually athletic one.”

“Oh! American Ninja Warrior!” Colt beams.

“Yes! That one! Is it on anywhere?” I lean back on the couch, taking a bite of my food.

Colt hums to himself, opening the search bar, and slowly clicking through the letters.

I roll my eyes, snatching the remote. “I’m gonna show you something revolutionary, okay? Ready?” I press the very obvious voice command button on the center of the remote, and say- “American Ninja Warrior.”

The tv loads, and within a few seconds, the show is playing.

“Oooh bougie.”

“It’s a Roku, dummy. We’d be here for hours if it were up to you and your typing.”

“Shh, shut up, my shoes on.” Colt reaches over, waving a hand in my face to shut me up. I snort, slapping his arm away.

“OOOOOOOW.”

“Shhh! Colton! I have neighbors, you lunatic-! I didn’t even do anything!” I whisper-shout at him, pointing my fork at him. “Watch your show and be quiet!”

-

“I could have landed that.” Colt huffs, closing his box, and setting it on the table.

The show had been on for twenty minutes, and I’d honestly started to zone out.

“Landed what?” I focus back in.

“Watch the replay. Look”

“Oh Buuuuullshit! No you could not!” I scoff as the scene is replayed in slow motion.

“I’m trained to do that!”

“You are trained to get hit by cars, and set on fire. Not to swing around on monkey bars. That’s like a five gap!”

“I could do it.”

“Wrong. Look- watch the replay again- look at the size of that gap between him and the platform.” I point to the screen.

The particular part of the course that the contestant failed on was something of a trapeze jump from a round, unstable platform, across a wide open canyon, to the sturdy, blue dividing platform between obstacles. The contestant hadn’t built enough swinging momentum on the trapeze bar to carry him all the way across the expanse, and plummeted into the water.

“Psh. Lightwork.”

“You’re full of shit!”

“I’m not!”

I turn to Colt. “Then prove it.”

He looks over at me - not completely unwilling. “How? I’ll do it, but how?”

I hadn’t t gotten that far… I figured I would call his bluff, but of course he was completely willing.

“Do you still have that pull-up bar that I got you that you never use because you hate me and my gifts?”

“First of all, yes, it’s in the doorway to my room, drama queen. And second, you are not swinging off of that in my apartment.”

“Why?! THATS be perfect!”

“It’s not made for that much inertia! You’ll rip the wall down! And if really like to keep my deposit on this place!”

“Spell inertia.” Colt crosses his arms.

“I-n-e-r-t-i-a.” I say with a smug smile.

“Whatever. Well how am I gonna prove I can make the jump if I can’t use the bar?”

I think for a moment, taking a deep breath.

“Oh!”

“What?”

“There’s a playground out back of the building. There’s a set of monkey bars.” It wouldn’t be perfect, but it’ll do. All we needed was to settle a score.

“Is it open right now? It’s kinda late…”

“Like you care.” I scoff.

“…Yeah, you’re right.”

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The metal gate clicks closed behind me, and Colt lands on the ground a few paces beside me, having opted to jump the fence instead.

“There was a gate right there.”

“What would I do without you, Mr Holmes?” Colt slides his hands in his pockets, shoving me with his shoulder.

The park was dark, lit only by ambient San Fran city light, and the nearly full, waxing moon.

It was the type of park playscape that would look like a sprawling kingdom to a little kid. I know I would have thought so.

There were four, tall spires, arranged in a square, with bridges connecting them all together. Each spire had a different attraction - slides, climbing nets, a rock wall, and the fourth boasted a sturdy platform that served as the launchpad for monkey bars. A set of eight swings stood off to the left, and a few of those centripetal spinning rides sat a few paces away.

In the daytime, the rubber padded park looked fresh, lively, and inviting, but in the dark, it looked more like a haunted house for kids.

“This park is loaded” Colt nods with a smile. “We woulda had the time of our lives here back in the day.”

“You say that like we’re ancient- we’re 24.” I chuckle.

“Still! It’s been a long time since we were the intended height for a playground.”

We make it to the monkey bars, and Colt climbs up onto the platform. He grabs hold of the first rung, letting his upper body hang, as he watches me scope out the dimensions of the set.

I pull a tape measure from my cardigan, and begin unraveling it.

“You keep that thang on ya, huh?” Colt chuckles.

“Don’t ever let me catch you saying ‘thang’ again.”

“I’ll be sure to say it more. How much distance do I have to clear again?”

I drop the tape, and walk back a few paces under the bars.

“From the bar you swung off from… you’ve gotta clear six.”

“Six?! I thought it was five!”

I smile. “It is, just making sure you’re posting attention. Four feet. I suggest swinging from this rung.” I pout up to the bar five away from him.

Colt stares at the bar, and at the four foot mark indicated by my tape measure.

“Yeah, that’s doable.”

“We’ll see. And please don’t hit your head, I’m tired of seeing your pathetic ass in the hospital.”

“I won’t, I won’t. Now move.”

Colt hoists himself back up onto the platform, taking a deep breath.

“Colt please be careful.”

“Awww you love me.”

“Don’t push it.” I step out of the way of the jump.

“Ready?” He nods to me.

“Mhm. Three… two… one… go!”

On my signal, Colt takes a three step running start off the platform.

He jumps low, steering his head clear of the bars, and catching the fifth rung with both hands.

He swings forward, letting go, and landing on the rubber floor with a grinding halt, letting himself fall the short distance down to the ground, sitting on his bottom.

I trot over to assess his landing.

“Oooh… just shirt… you landed at about 4.6…” I acted disappointed, but I was stoked to be correct in assuming he couldn’t make the jump.

“What?! Bullshit.”

“Look!” I sit down, and I point to the tape measure on the ground, a half a foot in front of him.

He scoffs, extending a leg out dramatically, landing beyond the tape.

“There. Made it.”

“Stop it, you were short six inches, I was right.” I nudge Colt’s leg back with my foot.

“Let me go again.”

“Hell no!”

“Why not?!”

“You get one chance at it!”

“What the hell?! We didn’t agree to that!”

“That’s how they do it in the show, Colt! One shot, and if you don’t make it, you’re out!”

“Does this look like American Ninja Warrior to you?”

“Worse, it looks like a closed playground at 11 at night with no safety pool, and plenty of things to crack your empty coconut head on when you slip and fall.”

“Oh whatever you just don’t wanna be proven wrong. You know I could make it…”

“Nohoho! I don’t care an out that! You tried, you missed, we’re done!” I shrug.

“Oh I’m going again.”

“No you’re not!”

Colt narrows his eyes at me for a moment, before attempting to break for the platform.

As he turns his body to stand, I hook my foot in front of his, and he stumbles back to the ground, falling flat like a bug.

I snort, doubling over, cackling shamelessly at my brother.

0ohhh yea, hilarious. Real funny.”

“I didn’t think you’d fahahall so hard! I- haha-!” I wheeze. “Did they teach you that ragdoll move in crash dummy school?” I snicker.

Colt slowly raises himself upright, glaring at me.

“Stohohop staring at me like you’re gonna rush me!”

“What if I am?”

“…”

“…”

I take off like a bat out of hell. The soles of my converse grind across the rubber padded ground as I struggle to find traction.

Once I get my footing I’m off like a jet, and I know Colt’s hot on my tail.

He had always been quicker than me, ever since we were little. I could never manage to beat him in a race… but in a game of chase, all I had to do was pivot, and I’d buy myself a few, precious seconds.

And that’s exactly what I do.

I run a couple more yards, before quickly rotating on my heel, hooking a sharp left, ducking into the center of the four-towered playscape. I hear Colt slide to a clumsy stop, disoriented, before finally taking off after me again.

“Haha-! All these years and that still works?!” I taunt.

“Oh shut up Ry, it’s the only trick you have.” Colt ducks into the courtyard as well, taking a few steps in, and pausing to take a breath.

“And it still works!” I chuckle through deep, ragged breaths. “I mean, you’ve already given up…”

“No I have not…”

“Yes you have! I’m looking right at you.”

“…I was just getting close enough to you to do this…” Colt takes a long step forward, swiping his hand out, and slapping me on the shoulder before I could move away. “TAG!”

“Tag?! Wgahahat?!”

Colt cackles, taking off in the other direction.

“What the hell, Colt?!” I start after him with an exasperated huff. I duck through the playscape again, out to the open park, head on a swivel.

I’ve lost him already.

“Up here, blind bozo.”

I whirl around to see Colt standing on the elevated platform of one of the castle spires, smiling down at me in the moonlight.

“How in the hell…”

I shake my head, turning, and climbing the ladder up the tower, as Colt scampers away across the connecting bridge.

I hoist myself up, and by the time I get a visual of my brother, he’s on the opposite tower to me, staring back.

I make a move like I’m going left, he flinches to the right… I hate this game.

I stand there for a second, thinking through my next move.

He’s not an idiot, he’s gonna take off the opposite way I go… maybe if I false start and only go a couple paces, he’ll run the other way and be far enough along, so that when I pivot back, I’ve got him-

“Todaaaaay, Ryland.”

“Shut up.”

“Come make me!” He flips me off from across the castle.

I huff, deciding to put my plan to the test.

I lurch right, taking four or five steps.

Just as I expected, Colt vanishes to the left.

I turn again, going back the way I came.

“WOAH-! What the fuck?! Oof-!”

We meet on the connecting bridge, and I slam into him, the both of us tumbling down to the metal, wrestling for the upper hand.

“Did you teleport?! How the hell did you get to me?!” Colt growls, shoving at my arm with one hand, and my face with the other.

“No! I just- urgh-! I just predicted how you’d move, and as usual, I was right!” I move my head out of the way, managing to get a leg over Colt, swinging myself upright, holding him down to the platform with my body weight.

“I’m not that predictable.” Colt huffs, trying his hardest to push me off.

“Wrong.” I swat his arms away, snickering down at him. “I told myself if I fake you out, you’d take off running full speed the other way, and that’s what you did!”

“So that’s what you were doing standing there buffering?” Colt snorts.

“Shut up, I was thinking.” I shove a hand under one of his raised arms, jabbing him through his jacket.

Colt shoves my hands onto away with a gasp

“Ha! Are you seriously still ticklish, Colton Seavers?”

“I literally just moved your hand away.”

“Yeah, and you gasped!”

“So fuckin’ what?!”

I smile, reaching down and squeezing Colt’s sides with an obnoxious “tktktktk!” Sound.

His muscles tense, but he barely reacts.

“Oh come on you’re holding it in!”

“I’m not holding shit in!”

“Ok well- you just ate a Mexican pizza from Taco Bell, so I know that’s a lie…”

“Not what I mean, dumbass.” Colt rolls his eyes. “I’m trained to take hits and impacts.”

“Oh bullshit!”

“Try!”

I scowl at him, taking him up on the challenge.

I jab him in the side, ribs, chest, and stomach, and all I get is the occasional sharp exhale.

“See?” He smiles proudly.

“Ugh…”

“YOU on the other hand…” Colt shoots both hands to my hips, squeezing me firmly.

I shriek, teetering backwards, and Colt slowly sits up, our positions switching horrifyingly quick.

“You’ve never grown out of it, have you?” He swings a leg over me now, anchoring me to the playscape like I had done to him a moment ago, the moon behind his head casting him in ominous shadow.

“C-Colt-! CohOHOHOLROHON-! N-NOOOHOHAHAHA!!”

“Ha! You never lost it! Ohhh this is incredible!” Colt grins, dragging his hands up and down my ribs, fingers vibrating maddeningly fast against the bone. 

“COLT ATOHOHOP! I- IT’S LATE WE CAN’T MAKE THAT MUHUXH NOISE OUT HERE!”

“Then shut up. You don’t see me screaming bloody murder.” He snickers, bringing both hands up to my arms.

“Hey- you when we were little, and Holly was trying to position us for some dumb family photo, and you freaked the fuck out when he grabbed you by the arms?” Colt gripped my by the shoulders as he spoke.

“Cohoholt… c’mon…”

“You think that still works?” He tilts his head, suddenly grabbing me by my biceps, squeezing up and down my arms, shoulder to elbow.

I snort, thrashing around in place. Why does that even work on me?”

“AAAHAHA— STOOOHOHOP XOLT AAAHAHA-!”

“No way! Oh god I’ve gotta tell him about this later! You’re ticklish in the weirdest places, man.” He turns his wrist to skitter his fingers over my elbow, and I jerk like I’d been shocked.

“AaaAAAAH! DON’T!” I theash around under Colt’s weight, only managing to turn myself onto my stomach, and give an honest effort to pull myself away.

“Where the hell are you goin’ Ry?” He grabs me around the waist, digging his fingers into the bone of my hip.

“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA-! STAHAHAP STOP STOPIT!!”

“My god, I’m just holding you- I’m not even tickling you, you’re moving against my hands.” He chuckles, moving his hands up to my back.

“Now this, you can laugh about.”

“SHIHIHIT- AHAHAHA-! AGH-! COLT KNOCK IT OHOHOFF!!” I cry out, pounding my fist uselessly on the platform.

Colt runs a knuckle up and down my spine with one hand, the other scratches shapes between my shoulder blades.

“COGOHOLT! YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME!” I twist my head to the side, rather disgustingly, on the platform floor.

I catch a glimpse of the door to the building opening from the inside… crap.

“WAHAHAIT! STOP-“

“What?! My god, I’m going easy on you!”

I jerk to the side, throwing Colt off balance, forcing him to pay attention.

“SHHH- Stohohop! I’m serious, quiet!” I push myself up onto my elbows, and signal for Colt to be quiet.

He scowls at me.

“What?!” He whispers.

“Would you open your eyes and observe?! The door! To the building! Look!” I point to the apartment building.

Colt crawls beside me, peering through the bars of the playscape bridge.

Light spills out from the hall inside, and a figure stands at the threshold.

“It’s security you idiot! I told you we couldn’t be loud.” I hiss.

“That was all you, bud.” Colt shrugs.

“You were making me laugh. Would you get down?!” I grab Colt by the front of the jacket, and yank him down beside me.

He bumps his forehead against the bars, eliciting a metallic, reverberating bang.

I snort, putting a hand behind Colt’s neck to keep him down.

“Asshole-!” He whispers.

“Shhh!”

Finally, after a few agonizing moments, the door closes again, and the figure is gone.

“What a shit security guard- he didn’t even come out and check…” I chuckle, looking over to Colt, who I’ve still got by the scruff like a cat.

He gives me a strained “mhm” in reply.

“What’s your deal?”

“Let goho of me.”

I furrow my brow.

“Why’re you so tense? Did you hit your head that hard?”

“Get your hand off my neck.”

“What-? Why?” I repositioned my hands slightly, barely brushing his skin, and he flinches.

I grin.

“Ohhhhh.”

“What?” He hisses.

“Oh don’t give me attitude! You are ticklish, you stupid fuckin’ liar!” I scratch a finger behind Colt’s ear, and he jerks his shoulder up like he heard a mosquito fly by.

“HA!”

“Fuck off!”

“Oh what, the University of Crash Bang Pow didn’t train you not to react to low impact tickling?”

“That doesn’t even make any goddamn sense, tickling is tickling.”

“Ohoh no it’s not. There’s two different types.”

“Oh for god’s saaaake of course your nerdy ass would know that.”

“There’s this, which is called knismesis…” I sit up and reach my hands over to squeeze roughly at Colt’s sides, to which he barely reacts, flinching, swatting my hands, and flipping himself up onto his side to glare at me.

“And then there’s this, garglesis.” I smile, reaching down to gently skitter over Colt’s stomach.

He jumps, rolling completely onto his back, with the most frantic, high pitched laughter I’d ever heard from him.

“H-hahAHAahAHA-! W-WhAT THE FUHUHUCK?!”

“It’s a much more instinctive kind of reaction- usually triggered by a bug landing on your skin, or a foreign object brushing by you… much deeper ingrained, and harder to just ‘teach yourself’ not to react to.”

I explain, bringing my other hand up to join the first, tracing abstract shapes all over Colt’s torso, scribbling my fingers all the while.

He seems almost paralyzed like this, unable to move or fight back, just lying back with hands bent in the air like a t-Rex, giggling and wheezing.

“A-AahaAHHA- OKAHAY THANK YOU PROFESSOR.” Somehow, even through his laughter, he managed to nail the snarky attitude.

“Hush. Clearly you’re enjouoyourself, or else you would have moved by now.”

“I- I CAHAHAN’T! AGH-! SHIHIT- AH-! AH-! NOT THERE! NOHOHO!”

“Where?”

“S-STOMAHAHACH!”

“That’s not your stomach, this is your epigastrium.” I draw a large circle with my finger on the area between Colt’s chest and stomach, marking the area.

“W-WELL GET AWAY FROM MY EHEHEPIC GAS STATION, BITCH!”

I chuckle. “Fine! Here!” I shrug, opting to scratch under Colt’s chin instead. I was having a blast.

“E-EHEHEheheEheHEHAHA- fuhUHUCK-!” Colt curls up on himself, kicking a leg out.

“What’re you a dog? Whats happening with that leg?!” I chuckle, finally letting go, Giving Colt a break.

“Ugh! Oh my GOD that sucked.”

“No it didn’t, you weren’t moving an inch.”

“I told you! I couldn’t! It was like I was stuck there!”

“There’s no way it was that bad.”

“You literally laughed so loud that security came putskde.” Colt sits up, pointing at me.

He got me there.

I grunt in reply.

“Speaking of, how are we gonna get back upstairs?”

“Through the door, and up the elevator? What’re you talking about?”

“No- ‘through ne noor!’ Obviously, dipshit, but clearly security’s been tipped about someone making noise out here. Won’t they get suspicious?”

“They’re gonna see that it was a building resident, and someone who looks a lot like him hanging out in the park, coming in for the night. It’s not a max security prison, Colt, I pay good money for the privilege of wandering around whenever I like.” I say, hoisting myself up with the painted metal bar as a support beam.

“You’re sure they won’t care?”

“Dude, where do they keep you between shoots, Alcatraz? No, they won’t give a shit.” I reach a hand down to Colt, and he takes it, yanking himself up with a grunt.

We both fall silent for a moment, before Colt sighs, looking over the edge of the playscape rail.

“Think I could land that jump?”

“Colton.”

“Yes or no.”

“No nets, no cushions, no harnass…”

“You don’t think I can?”

“You’ll land it. Gravity will make damn sure of that. I can’t promise what condition you’ll be in when you get there.”

Colt hops up onto the railing with surprising ease.

“COLT. Get the fuck down, you psycho- DUDE!!” My heart falls just as quickly as he jumps.

He freefalls down the six-ish foot drop, tucking and rolling on impact with the rubber floor. He stands up, turning around to look back at me.

“Parkour!”

“I’m gonna throw up. Don’t ever do that again.”

“Your turn!”

“Oh youre outta your mind.”

“C’mooon it’s not that far!”

“No, I think I’m gonna use the ladder that the park engineers so graciously provided, thanks.”

I swing myself around, descending the ladder, and hopping down onto the ground.

“Lame.”

“Safe.”

“No, you’re lame.”

“Well, I’ve broken significantly fewer bones than you have being lame, so I’m comfortable with that.” I pick up my tape measure on my way around to Colt.

“High risk, high reward.”

“What exactly is the reward of you risking your life doing reckless, clearly dangerous stunts, besides just saying you did them?”

“It looks cool, and it gets me work. And, if I break something, and show up to work in a cast, all the girls feel super bad for me and dote on me the whole time.”

“Wow. Compelling.”

“It is if you like girls… it anyone for that matter…”

“Yeah. Wrong guy.” I chuckle.

He throws an arm around my shoulders as we walk back to the building, thankfully opting to use the gate this time.

“Feel better after taking a break?”

I think for a moment. “Yeah, I do… I feel kinda behind on work though.”

“Ryland, I guarantee no one else has touched their work yet, if you’ve got two whole weeks to do it. You’ll be fine.”

I sigh. “I guess.”

“And even a rush job from you would be better than a week’s worth of work from anyone else.”

“You think I’m smart, huh?”

“Annoyingly so. Excruciatingly so.” Colt chuckles, jabbing me in the rib to drive the point home. I snort, leaning away.

“Okahahay! Okay… thank you, Colt.”

“Anytime.”

I step forward to enter the building code into the keypad, unlocking the door with a click, and holding it open for Colt.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Can I stay over? Please please please please?”

I groan. “It’s like midnight, Colton…”

“Please?! I haven’t seen you in like a year!”

“Three weeks…”

“I’m in twin withdrawals…” Colt sighs, leaning his weight over me.

“Oh my god.”

“I’ll buy breakfast tomorrow! Please?! Wherever you want!”

“…Fine, Fine. Yes.fold the couch out.” I deadpan.

“YES!”

“shhh!”

“Right… yes!”

[kitkatfingers]

[geethingy]

everybody's tickling ryland grace

[plumaluneee]

“Grace rest past measly human wake-up time.”

“Five more mihinutes!”

“Said 3 human hours ago. Is time go. Up up up”

Bit of a lazier sketch but ughhh tired tickly giggly Grace my beloved (and Rocky being a menace)

[ivywritessometimes]

omg you have the EXACT SAME PFP as this other account AND THEY ALSO POST LER!RYLAND FICS

OH MY GOD I KNOW!!! i was scrolling on my dash and i was like wtf is that me but it wasn’t I LOVE THEIR FICS SO CUTE SO CUTE !!!!