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magnificent creatures, the lot of you

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some of you are so fucking talented and you’re using it to spread joy and happiness around for free
magnificent creatures, the lot of you
HIHIHI, your slow kissing ryland drabble was INSANE like very rarely can i actually imagine and visualize whats going on, but you captured it so well omg. Im not 100% sure if requests are open or not, but if they arent open feel free to ignore this!!!!! if they are open however... could u write a little something about ryland x reader who is maybe a teacher, or just someone with a pretty stressful job and just how he like talks her down and helps her relax and not spiral that would be soooo cute! ok bye i love your writing you are #awesome
Firstly, thank you so so so much. you saying that means so much to me, anon :’) Yes my request are open!! so here it is, I really hope this meets what you wanted! I'm so sorry if it doesn’t
Ry x teacher!reader
A draining week leads to a mini panic attack, but Ryland, however, will always be there for you.
w.c: 1.06k
Warnings: spiraling, panic attack (?) (idk if it is truly is just putting it there just in case), shitty week, a lil self-indulgent if i do say so myself, hurt/comfort ish, Ryland is the best man ever i do not make the rules, written with fem reader in mind but can be read as gn.
Usually you love this job.
The kids love learning, and you love teaching and showing them new subjects. But this week has just drained everything out of you. And today was just the tip of the iceberg. Your alarm didn't go off (again), you forgot to prep your lunch for today, the printer decided to run out of ink halfway through getting today's worksheets, and the class would not settle once you got in. You felt suffocated.
The free period (after 3 disorganized, chaotic classes) was when you could finally take a breather. You sit at your desk, leaning back into your seat as you take deep breaths. You could feel the lack of energy, having slept badly these last few days, and not being able to rest means your performance at school is worse.
“I don’t wanna add more to your problems”
“Your problems are also mine.”
Ooof! Right in the feels.
rest in peace to this diva
Prehistoric tension
Henry Loomis x reader
Summary: You and Henry Loomis flirt on the boat, tension building as the island gets closer.
Word count: 692
Ohmygoodness!!! 💖
“I was hoping you’d save me, actually.”
Hehehe. I'll save you, Henry.
His grin spread slow, eyes sparkling. “Deal. I promise to keep it strictly post-Cretaceous.”
🤣🤣🤣
Perfect Classic Cinnamon Rolls
Quiet; The Absence of Words - Leon Kennedy x quiet!DSOAgent!Reader
Summary: You are assigned as Leon's new rookie. It's been 6 months since that day, and you have never spoken a word to him. It's just not in your nature. But what happens when he collapses in front of you during the events of RE9? What happens after that?
Part 1 - Oh, Fuck!
Part 2 - The Five Times vs. 1
Part 3 - Smiley Faces and Sandwiches
Part 4 - Call the Repairman!
Part 5 - It's A Secret
Part 6 - Grandpa, Grandma, and Chocolate Chip Pancakes
Part 7 - Kindness
Part 8 - Spiral
Part 9 - Chocolate Chip Pancakes, the Reprise
Part 10 - Pulling Punches
Part 11 - Debrief
Part 12 - Silent Tensions
Part 13 - Freefall
Part 14 - Of Lab Rats and Poison
Part 15 - Violet Infections
Part 16 - From Bad to Worse
Part 17 - Don't Let Up
Part 18 - Nothing More
Part 19 - These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends
Part 20 - Past Regrets
Part 21 - Questions
Part 22 - Evac
Part 23 - Because I Love You
Part 24 - You Wanna Explain That?
Part 25 - Blood Test Results
Part 26 - I'm Not Them
Part 27 - I Remember Your Voice
Part 28 - Home
Part 29 - Pushing Through To Safety
Part 30 - Tonight
Part 31 - Oh Fuck, The Reprise
Part 32 - The Morning After
Part 33 - Surprise Party
Part 34 - The Choice
Part 35 - Epilogue
okay hear me out.. RE6 Leon is female!readers mission partner right… and she trained under him and whenever she would do something wrong he clicks his tongue. ACCIDENTALLY SORT OF CLICKER TRAINING READER and mayhaps it leads to some nsfw stuff during a mission??🫣🫣
I'm so sorry but I could not find a way to sneak the smut in there! But I really hope you like this either way. (Also RE6 is so underrated! I played it with my partner and it was a blast!) Summary: Leon accidentally clicker trains you. Pavlov would be proud. One Shot Masterlist
Pavlov was a Dick - Leon Kennedy x Reader
The first time it happens, neither of you notices.
Which is probably why it gets so bad.
Training under Leon Kennedy is, frankly, a nightmare. He’s not particularly cruel or unfair, no. Actually, you couldn’t be trained by anyone better. In a way, that’s the problem. He's annoyingly good at everything he does.
Every stance correction is perfect. Every critique is somehow correct. Every piece of advice immediately solves whatever problem you're having. It's insufferable.
Ohmygoodness noooo. Leon. Leon. Leon.
Every correction. Every lesson. Every warning. Every tiny click of his tongue. Somewhere along the way, your brain decided that sound meant safety.
Ooooooooh 🥺
please appreciate this very low quality meme i made out of official neopets art to reply to my friend (a relatively new neopets player) telling me that playing neopets is becoming a chore for him
Warning, PHM Book spoilers ahead:
So, in the book, Ryland actually watches the launches of the Hail Mary as it's being constructed in space. First of all, the little nerd would find it so exciting. Even in the face of the responsibility that he has on the project, it's amazing to watch humanity literally build an interstellar starship piece by piece. And yet absolutely terrifying because what would it mean for his future if something were to fail? Not just his future, but his kids?
Anyway, the first launch, he's not alone. There's plenty of others around him watching the small TV, all crowded into one another like sardines in a can. He's doing his best to seem calm and collected about it but he's overthinking every way this could potentially go wrong. You're seated next to him. And well, he knows you. Not like, really personally, more or less you're just acquaintances. Maybe you mutter something under your breath that only he hears and that spurs Ryland to look over at you and start a conversation.
The second launch is very similar to the first. He’s seated next to you, but he seems less tense talking to you about it. Less on edge. You two end up talking for almost the entire day/night, even after the launch is done and there’s nothing but static on the screen. Ryland’s not sure why. Maybe it’s just nice to talk to someone about things that aren't the end of the world and you’re nice enough to give him that.
And it just goes back and forth like that for a while. You two meet up for launch parties, you two talk and then go your separate ways. You work more with the documentation side of things, that’s why Ryland knows you but didn't know you. He’d heard you name plenty of times from Stratt, and if he recalled correctly, he was introduced to you the first day he was on the project. But, in the whirlwind of reality, you must have unfortunately gotten lost in the shuffle. He beats himself up about it quite frequently. More than he wants to admit because admitting that would be admitting to something deeper which Ryland was convinced he had no time for.
The third launch is where things get a bit different, or at least, in a Ryland Grace sort of way. He finds himself looking for you when he comes into the room, a few minutes late. Stratt needed something before the launch and it took him longer than he expected. And he wasn’t expecting you to be saving him a spot. He sits down with a warm smile for you right as the count down to launch begins. You don’t press him on where he’s been but something about your expression makes him feel… Safe.
The sixth launch goes according to plan, another payload delivered, more of the Hail Mary being assembled right on schedule. ‘I’m tired.’ You tell him and slide off your chair. He’s quick to follow you, his long legs almost stumbling over each other. Some part of him is sad that you’re leaving so early, he was really hoping you’d… want to stay and chat a bit. Maybe he’d open up a bit more about how he is in the real world, and not stuck in the orbit of the Petrova Taskforce. Maybe you’d want to listen!
‘Do you want to walk me back to my room?’ You offer, giving him just five more minutes of your company. Ryland nods wordlessly as you two walk together. Side by side, hands occasionally brushing each others as you. He doesn’t say anything; talking about himself like he had thought was just a fantasy. One he thought you’d…. Really like.
The ninth launch is statistically the most important. Ryland had been rambling about it during the eighth last week and was non-stop about it now. It was the payload delivering things like the cockpit, the lab and the dormitory. Literally the entire space that the astronauts would be living in. He is almost uncharacteristically quiet when the countdown begins and is silent the entire time after, watching the small screen with an intense mixture of awe and terror.
You knew deep down that you should be watching, it was history, but you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to look away from him. And when it’s all done and the launch is deemed a success, Ryland finally lets the tension leave his shoulders. Some people cheer, some people high five. But Ryland just looked at you with a small smile and a nod. “I knew they could do it.”
The last launch is the most significant. The celebrations were strong, going on all over. You could hear them through open doors and down the corridors. People where cheering and clapping for the end of something that seemed nearly impossible. So much work, billions if not trillions of dollars, thousands of minds all culminating in 16 successful launches.
Ryland had disappeared the moment he could get away, never a big fan of parties or big, rushing crowds. And when you finally got yourself away, you found him standing outside, head tilted up towards the sky and far enough away that the sounds of celebration had faded into little more than distant noise. The night air was cool, and you admired his side profile for a few seconds as you came closer.
Ryland… Didn't seem too surprised when you came to stand beside him, and for a while, neither of you said anything. The silence was comfortable between you, and felt innately necessary as you both processed. After everything that had happened to lead you to this point, words seemed almost… Inadequate. The blonde tipped his head back further, his blue eyes scanning the sky and his golden frames shimmering slightly. “It’s up there somewhere.” You found yourself following his gaze longingly. There was nothing to see, the Hail Mary was far too small, far too distant. Still, knowing that somewhere above the atmosphere, humanity’s first interstellar spacecraft was in orbit felt surreal. Like something had seriously shifted. “It doesn’t feel real.” You admitted as Ryland let out a quiet laugh at that.
"Good. I was worried I was the only one." His voice sounded tired. Not exhausted perse, but drained in the way people became after carrying something entirely too heavy for too long.
“Any plans for the next…. Twenty something years?” You asked gently. Ryland tilted his head at that. Down and towards you, his eyes now captivated by your side profile still staring up at the night sky. “Depends.” “On what?” His answer didn't come immediately. For a moment instead, Ryland just… Looked at you. The celebration lights spilling from behind you reflected faintly against his glasses, but his attention wasn’t focused on that. It wasn’t on the stars either. It was on you. You suddenly became aware of how close the two of you were standing; close enough that your shoulders nearly brushed, close enough that if you turned your head, you’d be almost nose to nose with him. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and enthralled you, a small flutter playing in your stomach.
“I guess… It depends on whether we’re talking about realistic plans or optimistic plans.”
You giggled, Ryland’s blue eyes staring at your mouth for a few seconds as you queried. “What’s the difference, Grace?” “One involves spreadsheets.” “Mhm… And the other?” You turned on the spot.
Ryland’s eyes widened at that as he looked away, back towards the stars. Toward something manageable. Toward the impossible ship hanging somewhere above the Earth. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. “The other involves things I haven’t really… Let myself think about.”
The Molecular Biologist’s words settled, carried away now by the cool night breeze. Ryland swallowed hard, his gaze fixed stubborningly on the stars as if they were going to rescume him from the conversation he had accidentally wandered into. “I kept telling myself there’d be time later.” His voice was fragile, “After the next launch. After the next crisis.” A nervous laugh escaped him as he shook his head, blonde hair fluttering. “Turns out when you’re helping save the world, there’s always another crisis.”
Finally, he looked back at you and the vulnerability in his expression stole the breath from your lungs, “But, now it’s finished, and I realized that if I keep waiting for the perfect moment I’m probably going to spend the next twenty years making spreadsheets instead of doing the thing I actually want to do.” Your heart hammered against your ribs as he took a hesitant step closer. “Ryland---” “Let me finish, I’ve got the momentum now and can’t stop.” He admitted bashfully with a blush against his cheeks, barely noticeable in the deep night color. A soft laugh left your lips as you nodded, a smile of fondness tugging onto your cheeks.
“So,” He said, adjusting his glasses, “My optimistic plan was maybe seeing if you’d let me take you to dinner sometime. A real dinner. One that doesn’t involve mission briefings, launch schedules or someone interrupting because another problem needs fixing.” For once, Ryland grace seemed completely out of calculations, stats and contingency places. He simply looked at you beneath the starlight, nervous and hopeful all at once. And maybe a bit nauseous. A lot. “Assuming that’s… something you’d… want to… do with me…”
You couldn’t stop the laugh from slipping out, incredibly soft and totally disbelieving. Ryland’s face fell immediately at the sound. “Oh, no… That’s not a good laugh, is it? I totally fudged up---” “No!” You gasped, “It’s a very good laugh!” Relief washed over him so fast it was almost funny as you recollected yourself and took a small step closer, tilting your head to look up at him. “Y’know, most people buy someone coffee before watching the launches of humanity’s first interstellar spacecraft with them.”
Ryland groaned and rubbed a hand over his face dramatically, skewing his glasses along the way. “I know. My timing is terrible.”
Your smile softened as you reached forward and grasped his hand gently. Your fingers tangled into his, “Good thing my answer is yes, then.”
Thinking about slow kisses with ryyyyyy ₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩
1k ish words ? I’ll check tomorrow
It was movie night, you both loved movie nights!! Early on in your relationship, it was a way to spend time together after work, unwinding and talking about each other's day while you cuddled on the couch. You would put on some god-awful sci-fi movie that Ryland would be making fun of and pointing out all the incredibly inaccurate special effects they had. But you wouldn’t spend your nights any other way.
You were laying on top of him on the couch, his arm lazily encircled your back and draw figures of eight into the soft fabric of his borrowed shirt. He was mumbling something about there being no sound in space, which makes you smile at how ridiculous he could be sometimes. Your head moves to get a better view of his scrunched up nose and exasperated expression.
Ryland peaks down when he felt the movement on his chest, and his face instantly switched into a small smile when he looks at you, making your heart flutter. He always managed to make you giddy in the stupidest ways possible.
His hand came up to smooth the baby hairs at the top of your head, which didn't do much since they will never go down. Then it traveled back down, tracing the vertebrae of your spine. It was a soothing touch, one he does almost every single time he manages to have you this close to him.
“Are you liking it?” He asked
“Mmm nooo, it’s boring,” you admit, looking back at the tv. You felt his laugh, his chest rising and falling with each little noise he made.
“Yeah it is”, he responds. His hand stopped on the small of your back, lingering. You were about to turn back to him but he tapped you gently, “Gotta pee.”
You giggle, getting off of him and watching his figure retreat into the dark hallway. You take that as your moment to walk to the kitchen to grab something to drink. You don’t bother flicking the light on; you knew the place like the back of your hand at this point. Grabbing one of his mismatched cups from the drying rack, you fill it with water and bring it up to your lips to feel the cool liquid go down your throat. You turn around, hearing the TV still on in the other room, the light of it casting a cold shine into the hallway. As if on cue, Ryland's figure comes back into view, startling slightly when he sees you standing in the dark kitchen. You try not to laugh at the way he looks like he saw a ghost, skin turning pale, and all.
“What’re you doing there!?” He asked with a far too high pitch, making him cough into his hand to play it off.
You raise the cup, which he could barely see, “Water.”
He steps into the kitchen, and just like you, ignored the light switch on the wall as he walks past it, deciding to lean against the fridge, a few feet away.
“Kinda creepy.” He jokes, watching as you drink some more, crossing his arms over his chest.
You shrug, placing the cup on the counter so you could lift yourself up, trying to be eye to eye with him. He took it as an invitation to get closer, stepping between your legs and resting his hands on either side of you.
It took him a moment to realize what he did, but he didn’t falter. There was a shift in the atmosphere when he just stayed there, looking at you with that oh so in love gaze. There was a beat of silence, Ryland's eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, cocking his head to the side so gently.
“This ok sweets?” He muttered when he leaned in closer, hot breathes against your skin.
“Yeah” your response was barely there, but he heard it.
Ryland leaned in, closing the gap with a slow kiss. His hand came to cup your jaw, guiding you to follow his leisurely pace. He hummed against your lips, leaning away slightly just to look at you, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb, watching it bounce back into place with a lazy smile, before tenderly going back in for more.
His fingers felt soft against your skin, the frame of his glasses nudging against your own, something you’ve grown used to when you both kiss. Your arms came up to wrap around his shoulders, fingers running slowly through his hair before settling at the base of it, scratching lightly at the short hairs, earning a whiny noise from him. You felt his other hand grab your hip, rubbing up and down your waist for a few seconds, before it found its way to the hem of your shirt and nudged it upwards, letting his cold fingers settle against the warm skin of your waist. The contrast of it made you arch your body away from his hand, but he just pulls you closer to the edge, until you were just leaning on him.
You gasped at the sudden movement, and his freezing fingers (genuinely, you’d think he's a dead body or something), giving him access as his tongue slowly licked your bottom lip, prying your mouth open with ease. The movements were measured, he’s exploring every corner of your mouth, furrowing his brows because he can’t lean in more, can't have more of your sweet taste that he simply can’t get enough of.
At no point does he try to change the tempo; he kept it easy, slow, and steady because it was too late to even think about doing anything else. Besides, why rush something that he wishes could last forever?
“Can we go back to the couch?” You mumble your words against his lips when he pulls away for a sliver of a second. He licks his lips, his wide, dark pupils look up to meet yours, which are in the same state, and he nods sluggishly.
You were about to hop off the counter to walk over, but he pulled you closer by his hand on your hip, his other tapping your thigh, beckoning you to wrap your legs around his waist.
“Mmm heavy,” you slurred, pecking his lips so that he’ll let go, but he didn’t, just pulled you off the counter with a quiet grunt. You yelped, wrapping your arms around his neck tighter. “Ry-!”
“You weren’t gonna fall.” His voice was heavy, and you could sense the smile in it.
When he gets to the couch, he places you softly on your back, not missing a beat to settle his legs between yours. His chest pressed against yours for a second before he held himself up with his arms, resting near your head at the top of the couch. He’s smiling down at you with those sweet eyes, the light of the TV casting a blue hue on his face, which just makes him look even more angelic.
“Hi” you whisper, feeling your heart hammering in your chest. It’s not the first time hes this close to you, but you can’t help but get nervous at just how pretty he is.
And you’re not the only one. His own hands felt shaky, not because he can’t support his own weight, but because. God, how is it that you can be so pretty no matter how he looks at you?
“Hey” he responds, quickly pecking your lips once, twice, thrice, and pulling away to run his fingers through the front pieces of your hair, pushing them aside so he could get a full view of your face. “I’m so lucky to have you”
You laugh quietly when he comes back for one more, feeling that warm sensation forming again in the bottom of your stomach. Your nails take a slow path up his forearm, coming to a slow stop at his bicep, squeezing the muscle gently, earning a smile from him against your lips.
After a few more minutes of kissing and giggles between the two of you, Ryland pulls away, kissing the top your nose, and then nuzzled against it with his own.
Ughhhh cute tired makeout sesh with the bbg
love when ocs grab you by the shoulders and tell you something essential to their lore without you getting a say in it
When you’re mid sentence and suddenly forget literally everything you were talking about
“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.
writing is just sitting in front of a computer and making up problems for imaginary people while ignoring your own. fun and casual hobby.
I think I saw someone somewhere make a reference to Ryland Grace and Ms. Frizzle. No no no - Ryland Grace is ARNOLD.
*Grace being sat down for THAT meeting* Grace: Please let this be a normal meeting - Other mission members: With the Stratt? NO WAY Grace: AAWW :(
i think now more than ever i need things to be real, i need to see people with uneven facial features, real teeth, messy hair, muffin tops and acne scars and stretch marks, because if i see one more perfectly structured face stacked with veneers and airbrushed skin on my screen i might snap
As summer is approaching, I’d like to remind everyone that you are not entitled to ask someone to cover up their scars, self inflicted or not. I don’t care if they’re big, I don’t care if they’re noticeable, or purple, or all over their body, or what. You can’t police people’s bodies.
This also goes for my friends with feeding tubes, ostomy bags, central lines and urinary catheters. People are allowed exist in bodies that stray from the expected norm.