ermge, so.. as soon as i get out of writers block, i go right back into it.
i have rewritten a fic multiple times, because iâm just not happy with the result. i feel like im letting down not just my followers but myself. iâm trying really hard to get this fic out for you all, i promise, itâs just taking a while.
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if you want me to consume a new media you MUST catch me at the exact moment when the stars are aligned and the air pressure is equal to the current degree of the sunâs peak against the horizon and all the cosmic energies are perfectly unified (aka my old interest is fading out) or i will nod and say âim adding that to my list!â Knowing theres no chance i will check it out
âunless its a book!â âunless you tell me it has gay people in it!â âthis but only for live action showsâ âtheres a good chance iâll get to it eventuallyâ no wrong this post is not for you this post is ONLY for bitches who could have a treasured friend recommend them something that sounds grown in a lab to be your personal catnip and, with no choice in the matter, immediately know it will never be the right time to watch/read/listen to it
i hate that when you try and look up shit for writing purposes it starts linking suicide hotlines and addiction advice articles like bro i just wanna know the information im not killing myself i promise. now tell me what i wanna know
Summary: youâre dying, and you want to at least die happy.
Tags: unnamed sickness/disease, first kisses, friends to lovers, fluff and a tiny bit of angst if you squint, rocky approves
âIâm dying. Letâs make out.â
âWhatâ!?â
Ryland splutters on his drink, wide eyes turning to you over the rim of his glasses.
You stare back at him, your eyes exhausted. Youâre probably delirious from dehydration and the fact you feel like shit. Your health is deteriorating, fast, and you know youâre dying. Ryland is being ever the optimist in this situation; he desperately wants to keep your morale up. But, you know the truth, and deep down he does too. Youâre both alone in the mental health room, Rocky was off amusing himself, but you knew the Eridian wouldnât be too far.
âPlease,â you double down. âIâ I value what we have, Ryland. Butâ I know Iâm not gonna make it the rest of this trip.â You sigh. Being on this damned ship, sailing through space, so far away from home⊠you knew you just wouldnât make it.
âDonâtâ donât say that.â Ryland exhales slowly, still flustered from your suggestion. âYouâre gonna make it just fine⊠I.. Iâm sure this will pass. Like a stomach bugâ!â
âThis isnât just a stomach bug. We both know that.â You sigh. âI.. Iâm dying, Ry. You know it, I know it, Rocky knows it. Just⊠please⊠can you kiss me?â You mumble.
The scientist blinks at you owlishly. âIâ are you sureâŠ?â he murmurs. âI donât wanna take advantage of you whilst youâre sickly.â Ryland adds.
âRy. Please.â You beg softly.
Ryland was red by now, but it doesnât stop him from glancing down to your lips. âI.. okay.â He whispers back. After swallowing the lump in his throat, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours delicately. You taste like medicine and the food youâd had earlier, it makes Ryland shudder.
You shiver too, following his lead. His lips are chapped, bitten, but theyâre moving against yours so gently. As the kiss keeps going, Ryland leans in a bit more, deepening it as his head tilts a tiny bit. He would be lying if he said he didnât have a tiny crush on you⊠okay, a big crush. But could you blame him? Youâre the only person heâs been around for who knows how long. Youâre gorgeous, youâre smart, youâre mature, levelheaded⊠he could spend the rest of eternity listing off the things he loved about you. The thing he didnât love, was the fact you were dying. The only reason he hadnât pursued you was that he wasnât sure if you felt the same way, and he didnât want to ruin what you two had.
Your lips break apart from his, and you hear your name fall from his mouth in a hushed whisper. Your lidded eyes meet his through the glint of his glasses. âThank youâŠâ you mumble, almost shyly. Heâs a good kisser⊠it left you wanting more. But, you didnât want to push it.
Without asking, Ryland leans in again, kissing you with more fervour. Youâre addicting, and he wants more. A small hum leaves you, your palm finding his chest, kissing back. His own finds your side, sliding his tongue against the plump flesh of your bottom lip. Hesitating for a moment, you open your mouth, letting his tongue push past your teeth.
His tongue drags over yours, a soft moan leaving him. Your mouth felt perfect against his. âIâm sorry I didnât do this sooner,â he murmurs against your mouth, his hands sliding down and grasping your hips. You shift closer, your arms locking around his neck; deepening the kiss once more. Ryland easily accommodates you upon his lap, his palms squeezing your ass almost eagerly. Time seems to pass quite slow, mutual focus was set on making out on the floor of the mental health room; you could be here for either fifteen minutes, or an hour.
âAhâ! humans mates now!â Rocky cheers from the doorway, scampering in to crowd your space, as usual. âBrilliant. Rocky was wondering when humans would finally become mates.â He taps happily, practically pressed up on your thigh. Since becoming sick, youâve found that Rocky has become quite clingy; purely because the Eridian was worried.
âYes, thanks for the input Rock.â Ryland mutters, helping you shift off of his lap once more. The Eridian chirps happily, practically giving a happy shimmy. âRocky ships.â He declares, giving you both pause.
âHuh?â
âRocky ship humans. Good match.â If the Eridian could smile at you two, heâd be beaming. Then, it clicks in your mind. He ships you and RylandâŠ
actually fucking disgusting that glasses cost any money like if you actually think about it for more than a few seconds it is so unconscionably inhumane. this goes for things like insulin and mobility aids and hearing aids too ofc but fuck man, fucking glasses? the thing you need to fucking see? its genuinely sickening and inhumanly evil that those cost ANYTHING.
no bc i paid 40+ for my glasses, and i refuse to buy any other pair. my prescription changes? im giving them this god damn frame and theyâre going to put new ones in. i am NOT spending like 140 great british pounds on a frame with a tiny name on the side of it đđđ
Summary: Ryland had a really good dream about you.
Tags: short fic, smut (mdni), p in v sex, wet dreams, Ryland is down bad, boob guy Ryland truther, pre-project hail mary, sweet ending :3
edit: this wasnât beta read originally i was tired when i wrote this but im fixing spelling and grammar mistakes now :)
âFuckâ babe,â Ryland pants, watching you ride his hard dick like you were competing for a medal. His head falls back, deep grunts and groans leaving him. Heâs just graduated his course, flying colours and straight Aâs, and you had wanted to congratulate him personally after the celebrations.
Each motion gives a lewd squelch, youâre moaning like youâre starring in a movie. You leave Ryland breathless. His eyes fall shut, shuddering a little as you fuck yourself on his lap. Without thinking, his palms reach up, cupping your breasts; massaging like he was kneading dough. âMmm, babyâ youâre so good to me.â He moans, thrusting up into you.
As his hands fondle your chest, your own head tilts back, letting out a noise of raw pleasure. âRy,â you croon, your hips speeding up, guiding his right hand back down to your hipbone. You loved when he cradled you, and he was eager to please. His right hand shifts, easily sliding over your hip to rub your clit with his thumb. That has you coming undone, a squeal escaping you. Fuck, he could cum right now⊠just watching you bounce on his cock, watching your tits move in sync with your hips; all for him.
âMy scientist,â you coo, your weight falling forward a little, your hands resting on his chest to support yourself as you ride him. Heâs a biologist now, and youâre happy that all his sleepless nights and days spent stressing over tests was worth it.
âOhhâ fuckâŠâ Ryland gasps, his hips beginning to buck regularly, meeting you halfway. âAhh⊠babe, Iâm gonnaâŠâ his words fall short, a strangled groan leaving his lips as his eyes screw shut. One last time, he thrusts upwards, his breath hitching⊠and thenâŠ
Nothing.
Ryland is confused for a moment. His eyelids flutter open, groggy and heavy. Heâs confused and pent up; blinking sleep out of his eyes. A wet dreamâŠ? seriously? Was he a teen again? Glancing under the covers Ryland cringes at the mess heâs left in his underwear. Sitting up, he strips them off, dumping them in the laundry hamper and heading to the bathroom to clean himself up. Pulling on some fresh boxer shorts, he pads back to bed.
As he approaches his bedside, giving the clock a spare glance (5:56AM), Ryland pauses. Youâre there, snug and snoring away quietly. Your mouth is slightly open, face smushed against your pillow, a strand of hair caught between your lips. A small smile pulls at his lips, and he slides back into bed beside you, relishing the warmth he had left behind.
16 years after marrying you, Ryland still found himself enamoured by you. I mean, seriouslyâ he managed to marry you. The teacher yawns, curling both arms around you and pulling you in closer. With great care, he brushes your hair from your face, ignoring the slight bit of spit that had stuck the strands together. You hardly even stir, continuing to snore away as he cuddles you close. With his eyelids still heavy, Ryland lets them fall shut again, pulling your thigh over his hip to slot your body against his. Nuzzling in closer, he decides to get some sleep; it wouldnât hurt to get some more hours before he had to attend his first class, and he was going to enjoy it.
idk why phm is invading my dash but iâm not complaining bc omg you guys in that fandom create gorgeous artwork đ i love seeing all the characters and how theyâre drawn even if i know absolutely nothing about them
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