Get Schooled - ⚥ - rating: E - wordcount: 90k and counting
a teacher!Ryland Grace x teacher ofc au fanfic, incomplete and ongoing
Just What You Needed - ⚥ - rating: E - wordcount: 4,614
an ofc x omc smutty one shot, self-indulgently written to practice my smut writing skills
future fics in the works
driver x reader
noah calhoun x reader
lars lindstrom x reader or oc
many people seem to enjoy x reader fics, so i intend to try my hand at that after get schooled! i'm focusing all my energy on get schooled at the moment because i want to keep the vision and timeline clear. as i plan for my next fics, i may be able to write multiple at once, but i may still prefer to only focus on one.
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no astrophage au, boyfriend!ryland x afab reader oneshot
okay but like… Ryland would handle your panic attacks so well. (I had such a hard time staying in the present tense omg sorry if I fucked up)
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You’re out together at a local bar, they’re having an outdoor music festival. You’ve had a couple drinks to ease your nerves, but you just can’t seem to calm down. It wasn’t your idea to go, no, it was Ryland’s suggestion. He loves supporting local music, and for good reason. The San Fran music scene is great.
But the noise. The people. There was nowhere to hide from the overstimulation building inside you. Had you planned better, you might’ve brought earplugs or something, but it was a last minute thing. You were a little bit rushed.
The bass drum reverberates in your chest as a woman who was clearly high trips and bumps into you, almost making you spill your overpriced hard cider. You glance over to Ryland who is lost in the music, bouncing from foot to foot to the beat. He looks so happy, it would be a damn shame to interrupt him. So you push your feelings down, ignoring your needs.
Three more songs go by and you’re only getting more overwhelmed. It’s getting hot from all the bodies dancing nearby. Ryland absentmindedly drapes an arm around you, pulling you close and swaying to the music. You shoot him a weak smile, trying to hide your irritation. You’re not mad at him. He didn’t do anything wrong. You agreed to coming, knowing pretty well what the event would entail. “Ry, babe? I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” you shout into his ear over the noise.
“Okay, sweetheart! I’ll be right here. Text me if you need me!” He added that last bit because he knew you were prone to occasional panic attacks. One too many times, you’d lost him in a crowd and panicked, leaving him to freak out when you were gone for so long. So you’d established a system: if one of you needs to go somewhere, the other stays in the exact same spot. If 10 minutes have passed or an emergency has occurred, one of you sends a text.
With that in mind, you weave through the crowd back inside in the bar. It’s another maze just to find the ladies’ room. And of course, there’s a line. You take your spot in the queue, cataloging all the neon signs along the walls to pass the time. In your distracted state, you don’t notice a drunk man as he backs into you, spilling both his and your drinks. “Ohh shit!” he slurred. “Sorry!”
“It’s fine!” you lie. But you’re even more upset down. You pick up the can to find that it’s essentially empty now, maybe one sip left. The rest of it is on your legs, swiftly becoming sticky and uncomfortable. You fight the frustrated tears that burn in your eyes. The phone grasped in your palm calls to you, almost saying, call him, text him, what are you waiting for?
You’re waiting for your breaking point, clearly.
As the line to the bathroom shrunk, so did your patience. A screaming match broke out between two patrons, both obviously over-served. No one enjoys listening to people scream, but you absolutely hate it. Not only is it triggering, but it hurts your ears! A bartender is trying to break up the fight when the single-stall restroom finally opens up. You dart inside, your vision starting to blur, and you lock the door behind you.
The look on your face in the mirror says it all. You are beyond the point of no return. It’s going to happen. Your expression is wrenched in distress as you let the floodgates open. The breath in your throat stutters uncontrollably, your chest is heaving already. Tears begin to fall, immediately smudging the makeup you put so much effort into.
Wetting a paper towel in the sink, you attempt to wipe away the stickiness on your legs. It’s helping, but the paper towel just starts to dissolve from the repetitive motion. You discard the damp towels into the trashcan and realize that your hands are starting to go numb. “Fuck,” you groan, trying to shake the feeling back into them. It’s not working. Clenching them into fists doesn’t help, either. The reflection in the mirror is hard to look at. So you turn toward the corner of the bathroom and let yourself hyperventilate.
You stroke at your chest with a palm, trying to calm down. You try to count five things you can see, but your mind is such a mess, you forget the names for “hand soap” and “air freshener”. Okay, yeah, this is officially an emergency.
You unlock your phone and immediately navigate to Ryland’s contact card. A shaky thumb hits the call button and you bring the speaker to your ear. The familiar waiting tone plays, and plays, and plays. You pull the phone from your ear. Still trying to connect the call. Fuck, Ryland, pick up, you think. You hang up and try again, praying he feels the vibrations this time. Lord knows his ringtone isn’t audible.
“Hello?” he shouts.
“Ry,” you sob onto the line.
“Hello? Sweetheart? I can’t hear you!”
“Ry, I need help,” you reply, a little louder this time.
“What? You need help?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, I’m having a hard time hearing, I’m gonna come find you okay?”
“Okay,” you breathe, relieved.
“Alright. I’m coming. I love you, see you in a sec.”
You hang up the call without saying anything more. He’ll be there in a matter of seconds, you can talk to him then. In the mirror, you realize how fucked your pretty makeup is now. You tear another stupid paper towel from the dispenser and use it to wipe the smudged mascara trailing down your face. A knock sounds from the other side of the door.
“Sweetheart? It’s Ryland. I’m here, baby, open up.” Your knees almost gave out with relief. You unlock the door and swing it open to reveal your boyfriend, his face contorted with worry. “Baby. Are you okay?” he asks, quickly taking you in his arms. Sobs wrack your chest as you finally feel safe again. “Shhh, baby. Oh no. I’m sorry. You have a panic attack?”
“Yeah,” you cry.
“Oh, my love. I should’ve known this was gonna be too much. The music is so loud, huh?”
“No,” you hiccup, trying to speak through labored breathing. “It’s not just the noise. Some guy bumped into me and spilled my drink. Then these people got into a fight. And it was scary.”
Ryland pulls away to look at you and you can see the way his heart tries not to break at hearing that. “Oh. Sweetheart. I’m so sorry,” he coos. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” You shake your head. No, you’re mostly unscathed. With his thumbs, he swipes away the tears descending your cheeks then brushing your hair back out of your face. “Oh, my pretty girl. Look at you. You spent so much time getting your makeup just right. You’re still so beautiful though.”
Your head dips to hide your face, but Ryland takes that as an invitation to plant a kiss to your crown. “I’m here now, sweetheart. It’s alright.” His big strong hands trace comforting circles on your back. “You ready to go back out?” he asks. Your shoulder shrug with indecision. You don’t wanna go back out there, but you don’t wanna stay in this dirty bathroom all night. “Hey, it’s okay. Let’s get out of here, what do you think? Let’s take a walk.”
You start to pick up your head to look at him. Observing his face, you consider his offer for a moment. His pretty blue eyes are watching you from behind his big glasses. It’s hard to say no to anything he suggests, but this was an easy yes. “Okay,” you whisper.
“Yeah? Alright. Let’s go, honey.” He grins, taking your hand in his and leading you out of the bathroom, not even acknowledging the line that was forming. You’re a little embarrassed at the eyes that stare as you and your boyfriend walk out of the single-person bathroom. They might think you just had sex in there, and honestly, let them. Your boyfriend is hot, there’s nothing embarrassing about being seen with him.
The cool air soothes you instantly as you step out into the streets. You can finally breathe again. Ryland looks back at you and gives your hand three little squeezes. “You alright now, sweetheart?”
“Mmhmm,” you hummed.
“I’m sorry you had a panic attack. I wish I would’ve been there for you when it started. You know you can tell me if you’re overwhelmed, it won’t upset me.”
You sigh. “I know… I know. It’s just hard to tell when it’s coming on, sometimes. I thought I was gonna be able to power through it.”
Shaking his head, Ryland speaks again. “No, you don’t ever have to power through, my love. You just tell me when you’re not having a good time anymore. I promise, I’d rather leave a fun show to preserve your happiness. Some concert isn’t worth those tears.”
“Thanks, Ry,” is all you can get out. Your heart swells in your chest in a way that threatens more tears, but happy tears this time.
“Baby, you alright?” he asks, cupping your cheek with his hand.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “I just… I love you.”
“I love you, too, honey. So much. I’d do anything for you. I mean that.” Ryland slowly leans in and kisses you softly, his arms snaking around your waist, biceps flexing slightly in the process. Under the streetlights, you fall in love with Ryland all over again.
Hand in hand, Ryland walks you all the way home, stealing kisses at each cross walk and reiterating over and over how much he loves you.
(I’m not gonna proofread this bc it’s almost 1 am and I’m fucking tired lmao alright I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD THIS IS MY FIRST ONESHOT)
do not steal my work to repost it or feed it to ai. all my work is written without the use of ai.
requests are open!
i would like to recieve requests for oneshots, drabbles, and headcanons about the gooseboys! fluff, angst, and smut are welcome. i have seen most of RyGos's major movies, so i should hopefully be able to write them accurately! i want to write character x afab reader for the time being as that is what i feel comfortable with! i am 100% sex positive but i must warn that i am not the most well versed on kinks and the like, but if anyone's interested in something, i'd be happy to challenge myself! please allow me time to get around to requests as i am also actively writing my Ryland Grace fanfic!
my only current fanfic is available on ao3
Get Schooled - ⚥ - rating: E - wordcount: 90k and counting - a teacher!Ryland Grace x teacher!ofc au fanfic, incomplete and ongoing
boyfriend!ryland comforts you after having a panic attack in the bar bathroom - ⚥ - fluff
Cock sizes | Reader gets a haircut! | Spanking w/ Colt/Ryland/Holland | Age hcs | Ryland/Court/Driver fuck your stress out | Colt teaches Ry to fuck his gf | Ryland/Holland/Luke/Colt/Lars + Plus size reader + cuddling | Face riding | Stuntdriver fucks you in Eiffel Tower | Colt, Lars, Luke + Mommy kink | Subnautica | Scents | Impact play hcs | HealyMarch x reader hcs | Meeting neighbor!reader | Dog Breeds | Ryland/Colt/Driver x Camgirl
RYLAND GRACE:
Owner!Roommate!Ry | Ry fucks your brains out infront of a mirror | Ryland fucking you w/ his glasses on | Medplay with Ry | Long hair neighbor ryland | Stoner reader giggly sex | Strechmark obsession / plus size reader | Reader zones out | PART TWO — WALKING IN ON RY | Post!PHM sex
HENRY LETHAM:
Edging | Sfw&nsfw plussize reader | FLUFF!—blind date | Henry w/puppy!reader
HOLLAND MARCH:
He burns you with his cig during sex | Tiddy shots | Holland is one noisey man | Hotel Shower | Sub!Neighbor!Holland
OFFICER K:
LARS LINDSTROM:
SEBASTIAN WILDER:
Owner!Seb x Pup!reader | Drunk sex with Seb | Age gap seb | Needy!Seb | Angry sex | Tie pull | Thigh riding
LUKE GLANTON:
Somno with Luke
DAN DUNNE:
Massive cock
DRIVER (DRIVE 2011):
Somno w/Driver | Stalker!Driver x Freak!reader | Knife play | Metal Muzzle | Dom!Driver hcs | Fingering you in the passenger seat | Slapping w driver | Manual driver reader | Fucking you with a toy | Fucking you in an alley |Scissoring w/ afab!driver
COLT SEAVERS:
He jerks off in bed next to you | Colt + size diff | Possesive!Colt | He kisses and marks you a lot | Switch!Colt | Tall!reader + manhandling | Colt Seavers is an EVERYTHING man | Period sex | Owner!Colt discovers you're a puppy! | Colt sucks your strap | SUGARDADDY!COLT HCS | bullying pup!colt | SUGARDADDY!COLT HCS PT2 | pegging colt | he loves recording you | "Guys my age" | Riding his thigh (Sub!Colt) | Wrestlefucking | Mutt!Colt | Matching tongue piercings | Force Fem colt
✤ just a dream Ryland Grace x Reader - fluff, angst - You woke up from a dream on the deck of the Hail Mary, you were emotionally shattered - Ryland comforts you.
✤ not my student Ryland Grace x Reader - fluff - Ryland finds out you're a student, and when exams start getting too close—and you start to panic—he decides to help.
✤ personal space Ryland Grace x Reader - angst, fluff - It's hard to find personal space on Hail Mary.
✤ Mercury Retrograde. Ryland Grace x Reader - fluff - You had an exceptionally bad day, but you also have an exceptionally supportive boyfriend.
✤ stay close, don't go alone. Ryland Grace x Reader - fluff, angst - life on Hail Mary - lack of sleep, danger, but also the need for closeness.
✤ not yet. Ryland Grace x Reader - fluff - the life you lead, the family you create. together.
✤ we are in this together. Ryland Grace x Reader - fluff, angst - you and Grace wake up on board the Hail Mary - the mission begins.
✤ i notice you. l Driver x Reader - fluff, smut, angst - he noticed you and couldn't stop seeing you everywhere, but does he have a chance for a bit of happiness?
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