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take care of you
ryland grace x gn!reader (fluff)
synopsis: you want to keep working but ryland knows you need to sleep
m.list / wc: 1.2k
   you stare into the shipâs small, makeshift greenhouse. it was one of the more major last minute decisions made by stratt, to test the effects of long space travel on crops. so you worked hard with the team building the ship to include a small greenhouse enclosure for an array of crops. the plan was for the machinery to plant the seeds once the hail mary reached tau cetiâs solar system. it would then water the soil and care for them until the astronauts woke up.Â
  which led to your involvement in the mission. you were initially brought on as a nutritionist, to help make sure the astronauts could survive and live off of the food sent up with them. however, when this idea came to fruition, your work with mark watney as his pseudo-prodigy brought their attention to your background in botany. it was an interesting development that brought you to be standing in front of the shipâs greenhouse, small sprouts working their way to having a few leaves each.
  a clipboard rests in the crook of your arm, a pencil in your hand as you chart their growth stages. most of the tomatoes had already started to outgrow the other plants, the shipâs system indicating that the soilâs ph level was where it should be. setting down the clipboard, you stare down at the plants, shoulders dropping. after the accident at adrian, some of the leaves were starting to droop, spots popping up.Â
  âyou should get some rest,â a voice echoes into the room, a familiar feeling settling inside of you.
  âi will soon,â you turn around, resting one hand on your thigh, resisting the urge to expel a yawn. you had an interesting game with ryland, one where you both try to convince the other to sleep. usually in one of your scientific breakthroughs, forced awake knowing you may discover something life saving.Â
  one of rylandâs hands are pressed against the top of the roomâs opening, the other on his hip. he has on one of his science shirts, the sleeves of his jumpsuit wrapped around his waist. his eyebrows are raised, like he was expecting this answer, glasses falling down his nose as he stares at you over the browline. âyouâve been watching these plants like a hawk since we visited adrian. they will be there in the morning, along with all of the seeds that they packed,â he drops his hand to his side, taking a few steps into the room.Â
  taking in a deep breath, you look between him and the plants. your head tilts with a small look, as if to say a gentle ânot yetâ. biting the inside of his cheek, rylandâs shoulders drop, eyebrows furrowing down at you. âjust a bit longer, once the system waters them iâll come to bed,â you reach your hand up, grabbing at his.
  your fingers interlock with his, squeezing to give him a little reassurance. âfine, but at least drink some water. you also need to take care of yourself,â ryland leans down, kissing the top of your head, thumb rubbing the back of your hand.Â
  âthatâs what i have you for,â you try to say it in a joking manner; however, his eyes roll quickly, annoyed by your incessant manner.Â
  squeezing your hand once more, he walks backwards out the room. you can hear him say something to rocky, followed by the translator replying something about watching ryland sleep. smiling to yourself, you spin your chair back around, watching as a slow mist sprays into the greenhouse. it comes out at a steady pace until all of the plants have been sufficiently watered.Â
  grabbing the pencil, you hurry to jot down the watering time. eyes glancing over to see how many liters the machine used to water them, only to write that down as well. staring back at the plants, the ship seems to come down to a calm state. there was still the typical whirring of the machinery, but everything else felt still. no loud banging or talking, only you and your plants, fresh oxygen permeating through the cracks of the greenhouse.
  resting your elbow on the desk, your chin lays in your palm. your eyes slowly begin to open and close at a slow rhythm. another yawn comes to the surface as you fold your arms on the desk, head laying down on top of them. you try to stare up at the plants, keep your focus on them, however, your eyes slowly begin to close for the night.
  your breathing and heartbeat comes to a steady flow, body entering a state of deep sleep. one that rocky instantly notices, the sound of your pen scratching against the paper bringing his attention to you. banging his carapace against his xenonite ball, rocky urges for ryland to wake up, âgrace! grace! something happened with y/n! wake up!â
  the ball bangs into rylandâs cot, waking him up as he falls off the bed. âwhat? rocky, what is going on?â he scrambles to his feet, hand holding his head where he fell to the floor.
  âsomething happened!â he rolls out of the room, convinced that ryland will follow him out and to the greenhouse room.
  ryland runs across the hail maryâs flooring, the cool feeling sending goosebumps up his legs. the light was flooding out into the hallway, rocky reaching the room before ryland could even get halfway there. rocky paces in the xenonite ball, waiting for ryland to arrive and bring you to safety.Â
  as ryland runs up to the room, he peers in to see you laying down against the desk. his heartbeat peaks, legs carrying him over to where youâre laying. the closer he gets, though, he can see your back still rising and falling, your breath ruffling the page youâve been writing on. taking in a deep breath, ryland turns around to look at rocky.Â
  âsave y/n!â rocky scrambles around, only stopped by rylandâs hands shooting out, head shaking.Â
  âshhh, theyâre sleeping rocky,â he brings a finger to his lips, trying to speak softly so as not to wake you up.
  rocky finally stops pacing the hallway, his attention fully on ryland now. ây/n said sleep later,â rocky defends his worry, the loud translator echoing through the hall.Â
  ryland shushes him again, shaking his head. biting the inside of his cheek, ryland ushers for rocky to follow him down the hallway, hoping his translator will be quiet enough. âsometimes humans fall asleep even if we donât want to, because our body needs it. which is why as you say i get âstupidâ when i donât sleep,â he brings one of his hands up to his face, covering a yawn.
  âgrace stupid when not sleep.â
  âyouâve made that clear, rock. just head back to the cots, iâll make sure y/n is still asleep,â ryland taps the xenonite ball, the two of them heading off in opposite directions.
  making his way to the greenhouse room, ryland peers through the opening, your body still laying against the desk. his gaze searches the room, spotting a quilt in the corner, folded up from when he last used it. quietly walking into the room, he unfolds the blanket and drapes it across your body.Â
  your lips are slightly parted, hair flopped over to the side compared to how it normally lays. thereâs a gentleness to your composure, fully blissful sleep. leaning down, he kisses your temple, his free hand pulling up the quilt so it covers your neck. âgood night,â ryland whispers as he leaves the room, hand tapping the archway.Â
Imagine a reader who was on the Hail Mary with Ryland Grace. They love their life on Erid, listening to the waves of the artificial beach as they fall asleep. Getting to teach the class of little pebbles with Grace every day. Spending time with Rocky and Adrian.
But the Reader is someone who misses the rain on Earth. The beach is lovely, and itâs amazing the Eridians managed to build the biodome at all! But they crave the way the rain smells after it falls, the sounds of it on the roof of their house, watching the ripples it creates in the water.
Ryland notices how they miss it. The longing for everything on Earth is real, but the rain was something that comforted them. So, he goes to Rocky and the biodome engineering team and explains to them the concept of Earth precipitation (assuming itâs different on Erid or they didnât know before).
The reader is walking around their little house, brushing their teeth and getting ready for bed. Ryland offhandedly says âforecast says rain tomorrow,â with a smile. The reader rolls their eyes, thinking itâs a lame little joke he made.
But as they gently wake from their sleep to the sound of a pitter-patter on their roof. Their eyes slowly flutter open and they yawn, nose scrunched. They turn in bed and look out the window. Grace is already up, looking out of the window with a smile on his face. He turns to them as they walk over and watches their reaction expectantly.
Theyâre OVERJOYED to see it pouring from the artificial sky somehow, the sound of the raindrops on the ocean and the sand is music to their ears. The biodome team made rain, all for them.
They are loved and wanted so much by Grace, Rocky, all of the Eridians, that theyâd make the sky fall to see them smile.
   âyouâre stupid, youâre stupid and you donât listen and- god you couldâve killed yourself,â you pace the room, glancing back at ryland.
  tears well up in the corner of your eyes again, your hands falling back to your side as you stare down at him. tubes snake out of different parts of his body and up into the ceiling. his lips are slightly parted where a tube is inserted to help him breathe, small drops of blood dried by his mouth. rylandâs body looks frail, damaged by a stupid mistake.
  you both thought it wouldâve been fine. it was simply fixing a part of the hail maryâs outer walls, something youâve both had to do before on the journey. and yet he stayed out there longer than he shouldâve, he said it was going to be alright, that the debris floating wasnât going past enough to do any damage. only to wind up here, eyes closed peacefully, reminding you of how yĂĄo and ilyukhina looked laying in their own cots.
  armando quickly reaches a chair out for you, setting it down on the ground so that you can sit down. biting your lip, your chin quivers as you look down at him. leaning forward, you leave a solemn kiss on his forehead, hand grabbing ahold of his. sitting down, you keep your fingers wrapped around his, foot tapping rapidly against the ground.
  âwill grace survive?â rockyâs translator works in harmony with his voice, reminding you to his presence in the room.Â
  looking up from ryland, your shoulders raise, dropping quickly as if to say you have no idea. ârocky, i hope so. armando is working over time to make sure he stays stabilized.. but my god i donât really know,â your free hand reaches up to wipe away the tears, armando holding out a tissue for whenever youâd like it.
  ây/n leaking like grace leaks,â rocky rolls the xenonite ball as close as he can without hitting you or the cot.Â
  forcing a smile, you look back at rocky, unsure if he can even tell youâre smiling back at him. âyeah.. yeah, humans tend to leak, cry, when theyâre sad or even happy,â you wipe away a few more fallen tears, your chin still wet from where they rolled down.Â
  âhumans are funny. y/n leak when grace wakes up too,â rocky moves back and forth in his ball, carapace staring up at you.
  you nod, thumb caressing the back of rylandâs hand. staring back at ryland, you can feel your tears come to a stop, the remaining droplets falling to the ground. âyeah rocky, iâll probably leak when he wakes up.â
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hellooo! can you write ryland grace x gn!reader whos a librarian? his class visits the school library every two weeks and hes always giddy that day cause it means he can see his crush... c:
yes i absolutely can!! i loved writing your idea, very big fan of librarian!reader x ryland. like they just felt like such a good match! anyways, click here for the fic!
the dewey decimal system
ryland grace x gn!reader (fluff)
synopsis: ryland looks forward to visiting you in the library again
m.list / wc: 944
   ryland stops at his classroomâs door, looking back at his class lined up. the line is more wavy than it usually is, the excitement of their next library visit bubbling in each student (and their adoring teacher). when given the opportunity, ryland was more than happy to make the library an exciting place for his students, a place to have fun learning.
  âokay, if weâre all chill heading to the library, we can hang out there for an extra fifteen minutes before lunch, if not, weâll have to come back here and work on a worksheet. which i know none of us are amped to do or grade,â ryland rests his hands on his hips, staring out at all of his students.Â
  there were a few shaking heads mixed with adamant pleas against the threat. tilting his head, he brings a finger to his lips, slowly walking backwards out of the room. twisting around, he starts towards the library, only hearing little whispers from a few of his students. the school isnât large compared to the nearby districts, but it was still a decent walk, everyone weaving through the many hallways.
  as they approach the library, ryland stops by the doorway, back pressed against the open door as the students eagerly file in. theyâre all quick to disperse, finding their favorite books or looking for new ones to pick up. pushing the doorstop out of the way, ryland closes the door behind him. most weeks he tries to make sure the library is closed off for his classroom, giving the students an opportunity to fully express themselves and ask questions.Â
  walking into the library, it becomes clear that it is a labor of love. the shelves are near perfectly filed, walls are lined with posters and pop culture pieces. the doorway to a small connected computer lab is decorated with a tech aesthetic in mind. as his eyes search the room, ryland is quick to find you in your typical spot.
  youâre sitting behind a computer, the check-out table is covered in your trinkets and literature based items. your set up in the library is partly why his classroom is as chock full of science puns and decorations, the maximalist style working nicely for you. looking up from your computer, you meet his gaze before quickly looking back down at the screen with a smile on your lips.
  walking past the congregating students, he presses his knuckle to your desk, leg lightly leaning against the wood. âhow are you doing, y/n?â ryland sports a wrinkle-free suit, a tie sports what you can tell to be molecular structures.Â
  for a second, he wonders how he was so relaxed talking to you, his usually giddy self smoothing out (contrasted slightly by his clammy hands). âwe got some book donations yesterday so iâve just been trying to shelve them whenever itâs been slow,â you shrug your shoulders, fingers fidgeting with a pen, âand how have you been?â
  your gaze bores into his eyes, his brain short circuiting as you tilt your head slightly. thereâs the smallest smile on your lips as you raise your eyebrows. âiâve- iâve been good. the class has been good, eager to come back to the library. if you need help with shelving them.. i am your guy,â ryland stands up straight, glancing at the full cart next to your desk.
  âthat would be great ryland, thank you. but uh, you sure your students donât need anything? they seem to be staring a little bit,â you point towards a small group gathering, biting your lip to keep you from laughing.
  turning around, ryland watches as his students point between an old print of twilight and the two of you. a few of them pretend to fawn, the back of their hands glued to their foreheads. his eyes widen at his students as his hands quickly give them a stopping motion. taking in a deep breath, he turns back around to look at you, trying to remain calm.
  âtheyâre, oh wow theyâre insufferable,â he scratches the back of his neck, hand pointing towards the cart, âso, would you like some help?â
  your wide smile breaks through as the blood rushes to his cheeks. setting your pen down, you push your chair back, standing up as well. âyes, yeah that would be great ryland. maybe letâs just not start with the young adult section, they seem to be really engrossed in it,â you give him a quick wink, hands wrapping around the cartâs handle.
  rylandâs heart beats faster at the silent greeting, hands growing even more clammy. he walks beside you as you start in the science fiction section, mentioning different titles that he read as a student or has shared with his own students. he can feel his heart nearly beating out of his chest as he bumps his shoulder against yours. âitâs interesting learning about the dewey decimal system, youâre very well informed.â
  âthank you, itâs not every day that you find someone who is as passionate about their profession,â you place one of the books onto the shelf, hand accidentally brushing up against rylandâs.
  âsorry-â
  âitâs okay, itâs nice having you here.â
  âitâs nice to be here, maybe we can see each other outside of these biweekly library visits,â ryland mentions as you start pushing the cart again, shoving his hands into his pockets.
  stopping, you look back at him, giving him a little nod. âthat would be lovely ryland. for now though, can you shelve this next one? i think you might actually be getting a hang of this.â
  âiâm a quick learner when i have a good reason to be.â
hello :D i just wanted to say you write ryland SO. WELL. like, genuinely the most accurate portrayal ever. and you should also write more hurt/comfort aboard the hail mary OKAY TY BYE!!
THANK YOU!! <33 writing characters accurately has always been something iâve been worried about achieving so iâm very happy my writing fits the vibes lol. once i get through these requests i will absolutely write some more hurt/comfort, itâs in my veins!!
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anon that requested part 2! iâm sorry if it seemed like i was asking for a lot btw, i have all these ideas but no writing talent and went kinda crazy
itâs totally alright!! i always love a little request <3 i canât wait to write it
itâs the anon who requested the ryland grace fic, i just wanted to clarify/make sure that i wanted it to be super fluffy, nothing smutty, maybe kisses and stuff but no smut pls thanks again
hi anon!! i hope i did your fic some justice (click here to read it) <3 i might even write a part two because it was very fun to writeâŠ
mixing heartbeats
ryland grace x gn!reader (fluff)
synopsis: you calm ryland down with your heartbeat
m.list / wc: 1k
   âokay, follow my finger,â you hold up your index finger, moving it left and right and then up and down. your finger moves quickly, but slow enough that he should be able to keep up with it.
  rylandâs eyes follow close behind, only flickering to your face a couple of times. lowering your hand, you reach for a small flashlight, reaching it up to his eyes. âlook straight ahead, right at rocky. iâll just flash this in your eyes real quick, coming in from different directions to make sure your eyes are dilating equally,â you lean a little closer to him, flashing the light into his left eye.Â
  tears quickly populate in his eyes as the bright lights quickly enters and leaves his pupils. âis grace okay, question? is grace dying, question?â the translator for rocky echoes throughout the ship, the sound of his carapace knocking against the xenonite followed quickly thereafter.
  âgrace- ryland will be okay, i am just checking for a concussion. itâs.. well itâs a medical condition that humans can get if their brains rattle around too much,â you turn back to look at rocky, clicking the flashlight off as you set it onto a small makeshift table, âafter our latest brush with death, iâd like to make sure heâs not concussed.â
  you had done a few tests already, making sure his balance and cognitive abilities were still up to par. however, the darkness of the room and the light tests were where you felt you could get the best assessment. even if he didnât have a concussion, testing the pupils and breathing would help make sure he could make it to erid.Â
  turning back to look at ryland, heâs noticeably looking a little anxious. from what he can remember, his last encounter with the teamâs main doctor wasnât pleasant (considering the whole âsending into space unwillingly thingâ). and most patients you had on earth were adverse to doctors, so it was something you became attuned to. âare my eyes dilating correctly?â he tries to straighten his back some, only to hunch over slightly.Â
  âyeah.. yeah your eyes are dilating correctly. uh, rocky, would you mind heading out for the duration of this check up? in human culture itâs common to give a doctor and patient privacy,â you tilt your head back slightly so you can see him in the corner of your eye.Â
  âhuman culture is absurd.â
  âsomeoneâs learned a new word,â you look back at ryland, raising an eyebrow at his sheepish smile.
  âbut if important in human culture, rocky will leave. let rocky know when human culture is finished, statement.â he shakes his carapace, almost mimicking the way humans shake their heads. he quickly skitters off towards the main control room, maybe working on the next steps for the tau amoeba.Â
  âhe couldâve stayed in here, i wouldâve been fine with it.â
  ryland shifts in his spot, runs running up and down his thighs as he lets out a deep breath. gaze flickering anywhere but your own now, he slides his shoes across the flooring, creating a rhythmic motion. âsorry, i figured itâd be better to have him out of the room so heâs not freaking you out with his questions,â you lean over to grab a stethoscope, bringing the ear pieces up to your ears.
  resting it against his top, you lean towards him, listening for a steady heartbeat. itâs quicker than a typical resting heartbeat, his bouncing leg not helping. âryland, iâm going to try an exercise to calm your heart a little bit. i know medical doctors are a sore subject for you, so i want to make this as easy as possible. can you give me your hand?â reaching out your hand, you wait for ryland to reach out his.
  once he does, you extend his index and middle finger, placing them on your wrist. âdo you feel my heartbeat?â
  âyeah⊠youâre definitely pumping blood right now.â he closes his eyes for a moment, listening as you start to direct him.Â
  smiling to yourself, you nod. âokay, so take a few deep breathes with me and we should be able to regulate your heartbeat a little,â you take in a deep breath, followed quickly thereafter by ryland.
  you get him to try it a few more times as you place the stethoscope against his chest again. his heartbeat has slowed to a typical speed, no arrhythmia that you can hear. his hand stays fixed on yours, finally calming down at the feeling of your heartbeat. glancing up, not even a foot away from him, you can see how tau ceti is illuminating him. light fixated on his stubble and his blue eyes.Â
  suddenly everything feels so close. his soft hand against your wrist, the small callouses rubbing against the back of your palm. his knees touching your thighs as he tries to sit patiently. your own heartbeat begins to quicken, hands and face feeling warm from the contact. taking in a deep breath, you move the stethoscope to another spot, goosebumps crawling up your arms.
  tilting his head, ryland watches you evade eye contact, heartbeat only growing faster. âdo you need someone to help regulate your heartbeat?â he questions, knee pressing a little harder against your thigh.
  looking up to meet his gaze, you can see the small smile on his face, his eyes fixed on you over his glasses. shaking your head, you pull the stethoscope from his chest, quickly pulling them out of your ears to set them back down on the table. âwhat are you talking about?â you question back, freeing your hand from his grasp.
  âyou just seemed a little flustered there,â he shrugs his shoulders, hands clasping in front of him.
  âand you seem to be doing alright, no major injuries, so i will go find rocky,â your eyes widen as you holding back a smile. standing up quickly, you walk backwards out of the room, knocking into the wall on your way out.Â
  smiling back at you, ryland watches as you walk away, happy that you seem to feel the same as he does.Â
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