The_Oats

Just a girl trying to contribute to some fandoms! Masterlist AO3

[theoats99]

Smut & Fluff prompts.

Hello all! I loved doing the SFW Simon list I posted, and am currently working on an NSFW list for him too. That's almost done but I want to interact with my followers more, it makes my day when people like and leave comments on my post. So here are some prompts I found that I think would work for Simon. Under the cut I'll have ten SFW and NSFW prompts. Ask away!

NSFW

1 - "You look just about good enough to eat."

2 - "Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?"

3 - "Stay still, don't move you hips."

4 - "I'm going to fucking ruin you."

5 - "Enough, please, I can't take it anymore!"

6 - "Won't you help me? Please?"

7 - "No ones ever touched me like this."

8 - "You like that much, hm?"

9 - "We have to make this quick."

10 - "I had this dream."

SFW

1 - "You need to get out of your comfort zone."

"I've never once been comfy in my life."

2 - "It's just not the same without you."

3 - "I feel like I can trust you."

"Whoa... nobody's ever told me that before. Literally no one."

4 - "My whole life has been a mistake I'll spend the rest making up for."

5 - "Do you know you're pretty?"

6 - "You know I love you, don't you?"

7 - "You are everything to me."

8 - "You smell good."

9 - "Is that my sweater?"

10 - "Can you hold this for me?"

[conleches]

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

body language masterlist

a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

550 words to say instead of fuckin said

638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

some more body language help 

[bellero]

REBLOG TO SAVE A WRITER

[floridian-vigilante]

i think a lot about Wayne getting a full time job in Brockton at the gas station as a clerk or stacking shelves at the supermarket or whatever while Del is in her last year of school. (I said once that he'd be moved down to her year but even if they let him back into school i doubt he'd stay there till graduation ill make a post about that maybe).

Something something it doesn't matter that i'm doing all this menial shit day after day after day because afterwards we can hang out and idk what i wanna do with my life except spend it with you.

[floridian-vigilante]

so stinkin cute

[theoats99]

My husband leaving me this on our whiteboard before he went to work ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[theoats99]

Word Count - 682

“Did you always want to be a teacher?” The question itself should be easy, but the answer never is. Ask any teacher you know and eighty percent will say no, the other twenty are like unicorns.

So when Ryland asks you that you have to decide who you wanna be, a liar or honest.

“No” It comes out cautious, scared, like you're worried he’ll hate you for it. But his face is still as soft as it was before the word came out.

This is the thing about dating that sucks, you're both here in this diner, third date in, asking each other questions that could break this spell. And why did he have to sucker punch you with one of the hardest questions for a teacher? He’d started soft, asking about your favorite color, food, ice cream flavor, animal, then he hits you with this. 

God really could be cruel.

“What about you? I mean I know you have your doctorate, though I have no clue what in, there are whispers around the school, but honestly I hate gossip.” You're rambling, mostly because you didn’t want it to sound mean, or combative. Ryland was mysterious to you, the fun and attractive science teacher who you knew so little about.

Thankfully he chuckles at it.

“I have my doctorate in molecular biology.” It sounds really impressive, but the way it spills out of him, loose and quick, makes it seem like some participation prize. “And that was a long time ago, I’m more than happy to have gotten to where I am right now.” His voice is soft when he stops, and the way he’s looking at you has your stomach in knots.

“I wanted to be a writer, growing up reading was a solace for me, helped me escape. But that’s always easier said than done, then before I knew it I was a TA in college and I loved teaching others and the rest is history.” He’s got this shit eating grin on his face, like the look the kids get when they're trying so hard not to laugh. “I mean what about you, you got a doctorate, did you ever work with it?”

He looks pensive, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking the same thing you were earlier. You can see the debate in his eyes, the pure panic as they dart around the diner behind his glasses.

“Hey, cmon you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Your reassurance seems to do little to help him, he brings his glasses down letting them hang off one ear, rakes a hand over his face, then leans into the cheap cracking leather of the booth seat behind him.

“I got fired.” He chokes the words out, you can’t help the face you make, eyes going wide, jaw dropping, you fix yourself after a second, to not gawk at his still sore wound any longer. 

So the rumors around school had been true then.

“I mean it’s no biggie, Ryland.” You're trying to play it off, but his face screams that it’s just not working as he purses his lips. “I got fired from my first job, I guess I wasn’t cut out for fast food ya know?” You laugh, and while he does let a dry laugh out it’s nothing like his usual. His usual laugh, the kind that fills your whole body with warmth, like the way the sun feels after a rainy day.

“I was fired for calling my boss a waste of carbon. While in Denmark, for a convention.” He says it so quietly it’s almost a whisper. But the moment it touches your ears you can’t help the loud, damn near screeching laughter that erupts from you. You bring a hand to your mouth, though it does very little to muffle the laughter coming from you still.

He flinches at first, looks shocked, then relaxed, before he joins you. The whole diner is staring at the two of you like you're freaks, but neither of you could find it to care.

[spyfalls]

his girly scream is everything

[theoats99]

The Great Pun War

Ryland Grace x Fem!Teacher!Reader

Note: This is pure fluff, this legitimately had me kicking my feet writing it. This can read as a standalone, but I did a little meet cute drabble that ties into this, literally just one brief mention of what happened in that in this fic.

Summary - You don't really know Dr. Grace, aside from one chaotic meeting at the science fair, but he seems to keep showing up around you, starting a 'pun' war with you.

Word Count - 1,531

Warnings - NONE

It really had started gradually, after bumping into each other (literally) at the science fair. He started just appearing around you, in the staff room, at assemblies, when the day was wrapping up. 

The first time it happens is in the staff room, you're pouring yourself some coffee when you hear someone clear your throat. At first you're worried you’d taken too long, that maybe you’d lingered in front of the pot while someone dearly needed a good cup of joe. You're readying yourself to apologize when you hear his voice.

“What did the asteroid say when the reporter asked them a question?” You spin around, face to face with Dr. Grace. Who looks deathly serious, peering over his glasses at you. You search your brain, trying to think of anything to say that doesn’t make you sound absolutely braindead. 

“Uhh.” Brilliant. Now he thinks you're stupid!

“No comet.” He says, face still straight.

The moment the joke registers you just can’t help but laugh, it earns you some rather annoyed looks from a few of the other teachers that are lingering in the staff room, but Grace lights up, chasing away any other worries you have.

“That was horrible.” You tell him, still laughing though. He just shrugs at you, a dorky smile adorning his face, glasses now covering his eyes entirely.

“I know.” He states, moving forward to get himself some coffee. “But you looked like you needed a good joke with your coffee.”

His comment makes you feel braindead, and as much as you want to blame the heat crawling up your spine on the laughter, you really can’t. 

“Okay, I got one for you too then. If you want, of course.” He nods, messy blonde locks bobbing. 

“Only if it's as bad as mine.” He retorts back.

“Why did the English teacher go to the eye doctor?” He looks at you, blinking a few times, pursing his lips, brows furrowing in maybe too deep of concentration, then shrugs loosely. 

“She couldn’t control her pupils.” You deliver the joke, and in seconds he’s laughing, you join in, and it’s beautiful.

“Guys!” You both snap to the sound, just to see a very annoyed history teacher. “It’s way too early for this much noise!” The older woman snaps, her message is clear, and suddenly you feel like a student again being scolded for having fun during a lesson.

You both sheepishly exit the staff room, like kicked puppies whimpering away. 

“Not that it’s a competition, but mine was worse than yours.” He backs away from you, a confident, smug look on his face. Again he brings up that word, competition.  

“It sounds like you're making it a competition, Dr. Grace.” You jab back, he shrugs at you.

“It could be.” He says, eyes searching over you. “If you want at least.” Now it’s your turn to purse your lips, pretending to think on the proposition.

“Okay, let's see who has the worst puns.” He sticks his hand out at your words, like it’s a business deal you're entering, you nonetheless shake his hand. 

“What does the winner get?” He asks, giving you a crooked smile. 

“I guess that is to be determined.” He nods at you before walking away, leaving you in the hall with your heart hammering away in your chest.

The second time is two days later at an assembly, there was a peer pressure guest speaker there, teaching the kids the lesson of saying no. To say the least it was boring.

You're thinking about your lesson plans for the next week when he shimmies up next to you, so deep in your own head to register him approaching.

“Who was the smartest pig?” You can’t help the jump you give when he whispers it into your ear. Turning your head to him with your hand over your chest, willing your poor heart to calm down, he doesn’t look apologetic. He looks pleased with himself, smiling at you. You almost want to hit him, scold him for scaring you, but you can’t even get any words out with how close he is to you.

“What?” You sharply whisper at him, still registering the words, making sure none of the other teachers are eyeing the two of you.

“Ein Swine.” When it registers you can’t help the sigh that leaves your lips, and against your still rapid heart, a smile forces its way onto your face. Laughing dryly at the pun, you poke his chest before turning back to facing the guest speaker, shaking your head at him. 

“That was cruel.” You tell him, still holding back laughter, eyeing him from the corner of your eye. He just nods at you, facing the speaker as well, hands clasped in front of himself as he bobs. 

When the assembly is done and the students are all free, amongst the commotion you lean into him.

“Why did the boy eat his homework?” He looks down at you, head cocked to the side.

“Because the teacher said it was a piece of cake.” You whisper, before ushering away with the flow of students, you do faintly hear his laughter as you walk away.

When the pun war ends it’s Friday, you're in your class finishing some grading, the day is over and the students are by this point long gone. You hear a knock at the open door, turning your head. It's Grace, leaning against the door frame, yellow jacket on, helmet in hand.

“Dr. Grace.” You say, fondness dripping off your voice, not that you’d meant it to. “You're still here? I thought I was the only one left.” He shakes his head, coming into the room and up to your desk.

“Nope you're not. I, uh, wanted to finish some stuff in my room, we have a really cool experiment set up for Monday that I wanted to prepare.” You nod, pen still in hand, smiling at him. “I was just leaving and saw the door open.” He rambles out.

Your room was not by the main entrance, hell, it wasn’t by any exit. He came here on purpose, the realization makes your stomach feel light.

“I wanted to do some grading here, I feel like when I take it home I am much less productive.” He hums, nodding his head.

“What makes you less productive?” His questions, making you cock your head at him. “I mean just like, if you find out what makes you less productive then you can change it, unless it’s like a person because you really can’t change someone being around you, or you can, but that sounds really harsh.” He sounds nervous, a tilt to his voice as he looks anywhere but your face.

It almost sounds like he’s asking you if there is someone at home. 

“Nope, no one at home, just three perpetually hungry cats.” You tell him, and he immediately seems less tense, his shoulders relax, his face lightens, and he smiles down at you. He adjusts his glasses, clearing his throat.

Then there's silence, it’s brief, maybe a minute max.

“Are you made of copper?” He blurts out, his face dusting pink. You just laugh, not knowing where this joke will go.

“Uh, no I don’t think so.” You laugh, he looks at you and opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. He fidgets for a moment before finally spitting it out.

“Because I Cu in a relationship with me.” You feel your heart beating against your poor delicate ribs, the painful hot flush that rushes through your whole body, your brain is firing so fast at the statement, or maybe question, you sit there opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water.

“Only if you want of course, I just think you're really funny, and the kids all love you, I mean everyone really does, all the teachers think you're swell too, but so do I.” He stops to take a breath “But I also think you're really pretty, and your laugh is amazing, and your eyes are awesome, which doesn’t really sound romantic, not that I’m trying to be! I’m going to shut up now I think.” He stops, clamping his mouth shut, staring down at you terrified.

“Ryland.” You say, and the name feels weird leaving your lips, unnatural. 

“Yeah?” He sounds as terrified as he looks.

“You’re like coffee.” He looks confused, going to say something but you interject. “You pick me up when I’m feeling brew.”

He immediately laughs, squatting down next to your desk.

“That was bad.” He says after a few minutes of laughter from both of you. “I think you win.” He says, voice dripping with someone you’ve never heard from him. 

“Whats my prize then?” You tease. 

“Whatever you want.” He says it plainly, like the words don’t just set your blood on fire, he says like he would give you his everything over this pun war. 

“A date with you.” He pretends to think about it, before nodding. 

“Deal.” He sticks his hand out, you can’t help but laugh as you shake his hand, more than happy that you won the war.

[theoats99]

Ryland Grace was always unashamed, he never shies away in the classroom, and all the students adored him for it. Even though you’d never met the man, science and English being in different parts of the building, you’d always heard about him. Heard from the students how much fun he always was, heard from the younger teachers fawning about him, whispering to each other about how cute, dreamy, and handsome he was. 

There's a picture in your head, a heart throb of a man, one who was tall, blonde, sparkling blue eyes. Every feature they crooned about, and while your curiosity was certainly piqued you couldn’t just go and find the man, objectify him even more than the others did, it seemed wrong.

Until you two do end up colliding with each other at the science fair, literally colliding. You're rushing off to a student that has called for you when suddenly a force is against you and you're on the ground.

“Oh my gosh!! I’m so sorry!” The voice is at least apologetic, it helps soften the embarrassment. When your eyes flutter open your met with a pair of striking baby blues, damn near sparkling in the bright gymnasium lights. “Are you okay?!” He sounds panicked now, and blinking away your train of thought, you finally start to sit.

“I’m fine, maybe a little winded, but fine all together.” He crouches next to you, deep frown, eyebrows furrowed, eyes panicked and wide.

“I really am sorry, I had to rush to my class and didn’t look around enough, one of my students needs something they left, and I’m sorry, I should have looked more!” He’s rambling, on his knees next to you, wearing a punny science shirt, it’s more than anything endearing.

“Hey, come on! I’m fine really, I promise.” You then go to stand, his hands find your forearm to help, which really wasn’t needed, but still sends a shiver through your body, and leaves you cold when you're standing solidly and his grasp leaves.

“I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Dr Grace.” The room around you two is completely unbothered by your fall, the students and teacher continuing on with the busy event, the student who had called for you is being helped by another teacher, but for you it feels like time has stopped.

This is Ryland Grace?

The picture in your head was different from the man next to you. They always made him seem strong and sure, the man in front of you is cute, dorky, maybe a little flighty. By no means the heart throb the younger staff has crooned about. He guides you away from the crowd, hand barely on you as he maneuvers through the bodies.

Either way you tell him your name, and by god his face lights up like a christmas tree, and then you get it. You get what the girls talked about, because the moment his wide smile spreads open, setting the dimples in his cheeks, you can’t help but feel like a school girl again.

“You're the new eighth grade English teacher? I’ve been hearing awesome things about you, the students love you!” You can feel the blush burning away at your cheeks, the praise burning hot and embarrassingly.

“I don’t know about that, I’ve only been here a few months, they don’t even know me, I mean I’m hardly that cool, but books can be boring to kids, so I try my best to keep things fun!” It’s embarrassing the way you ramble on, worsening the heat in your cheeks. The two of you are in the hallway now, and he’s still smiling at you, just with much less teeth now.

“Well I think for the kids to tell me I need to step up my game that's not true, I’m the cool teacher that makes things fun and exciting, you're giving me a run for my money!” It’s a joke, obviously, but it still brings a flutter in your chest. The kids tell him that?

“Didn’t think it was a competition.” He laughs at the remark, a fond look on his face that makes your mind buffer for a moment.

“It isn’t! It was nice meeting you, but I really do need to get my student something.” He’s backing away now, moving like he’s getting ready to run to his room, like he hadn’t just learned his lesson by literally slamming into you. 

“Of course! I’ll see you around!” You wave your hands at him, he just gives you a thumbs up before he books it away.

You just watch him run, hearing his old shoes squeak against the shiny polished floors, snickering at the man. 

[fevermuffin]

Gimme, that writing of yours

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I will write the fic I want to read

[labsgenius]

Simon Kelleher they could never make me hate you (your face)

[thesadtadpole]

Me when the obviously doomed character doesn't get a happy ending

[dunmertitty]

[skeletomez]

[theoats99]

Coming out of hibernation to drop this masterpiece

[aye-write]

It’s good for the soul okay

[noah-wyles]

happy 16th birthday @ao3org @transformativeworks