phm brainrot is so bad that i’m reviving back to this writing blog to think about flustering ryland grace (i really like flustered men in general, i think it’s cute LMAO)
there are many ways to fluster your boyfriend, it’s one of your things to pass time. but one of them is just by staring at him with admiration. ryland could be just sitting at the kitchen island table in the shared apartment and grading his students’ assignments. you, on the other hand, is across the table from him, drinking your cup of tea with your eyes on his appearance.
the dirty blonde hair is tousled and fluffy, he seemingly didn’t bother to fix it since it’s a saturday afternoon. the little furrow on his brows as he attempts to read one of his student’s atrocious handwriting. the arch of his nose that holding his glasses on its dear life (at this point, is he even using them??). the small pout when he finds the answer quite confusing.
your eyes continue to travel down further.
one of his silly science shirts, the “i wear this shirt periodically,” is fitted into his toned arms and chest. you always wondered how this cute nerdy man who teaches middle school students have this much muscle on him. hell, if you asked him to pick you up, he probably would without a problem.
both of his hands are occupied with an answer sheet and a green pen, noting on how he moves his fingers as he writes notes and praise on another paper. you recall of him mentioning that marking them with a red pen will diminish his students’ confidence when they get their graded assignments back. it is obvious that he cares his students as if they are his kids.
“you seem awfully observant, dear. is there something on my face?”
before you let your thoughts wander further away, your line of sight is back on his stubbled face. his ocean blue eyes peering over his glasses that awaits for your response.
instead of telling, you decided to show it.
you propped up your palm to lean your chin on it with a small smirk. looking at his left eye, then his right, and down to his lips before going back to the first position. the triangle method.
and it works on him.
"no, just admiring a cute and nerdy teacher who i managed to bag as my boyfriend."
the heat crawling up on his neck when he notices your softening yet a mischievous glint in your gaze. it takes a second to process what you just said to him before stuttering and fidgeting his pen.
“i. uhm. haha…t-thank you?”
oh he’s getting more flustered, now avoiding your gaze and rubbing his nape. you giggle before rounding the island table to give him a kiss. but his arm instinctively wraps your waist to prolong the physical contact that he yearns for.
perhaps a short break wouldn’t hurt.
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iiiii love ryland grace hehe
