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| Marvel |

- Johnny Storm -

Date Night - you take on the job of babysitting the cutest superbaby in the world... somehow, your boyfriend turns it into a surprise date

Seeing if he melts into the kiss - after seeing a trend online, you test if the Human Torch himself would "melt into the kiss"

Kiss test - your powers suck the life force from anyone that you touch, but that won't stop Johnny from getting a kiss

Summer cuddles ! - new york summer nights are hot, but your boyfriend absolutely insists on cuddling

...coming soon!

| Goslingverse |

- Multi -

Gosling hcs with a physically affectionate reader - ft. ryland, colt, holland, court, jacob, lars, officer k, seb, and ken

Gosling hcs - crushing on you! - ft. ryland, colt, holland, seb, and ken

Gosling hcs - crushing on you pt 2! - ft. court, lars, jacob, officer k, driver

Gosling hcs - at Disney World - ft. ryland, colt, holland, court, jacob, lars, officer k, seb, driver, henry, and ken

- Ryland Grace -

Relationship Rumors - the four times Ryland’s students questioned his relationship with you, and the one time they got an answer

Way Too Late - A few weeks after the Hail Mary launch, Eva Stratt visits your classroom to deliver something meant for you

- Holland March -

...coming soon!

- Court Gentry -

Call signs - your long term mission partner, sierra six, trusts you with some pretty personal information

- Lars Lindstrom -

...coming soon!

- Ken! -

Ken dating hcs - how ken would react to you agreeing to be his gf + being in a relationship with you

Protective/clingy Ken hcs - ken is clingy and loves you. that's it.

Your classroom in Grover Cleveland Elementary was quiet. With the scribbling of crayons and the kid’s chatter gone, your only company in the empty room was silence. All of your fellow teachers left an hour ago, and your third graders had scrambled to leave long before. 

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, bathing the room in warm, golden rays. Yet, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the wall of papers.

Not when the man you loved, albeit poorly drawn, stared back at you from thirty different papers. In every single drawing, he had a huge smile on his face. You frowned looking at it.

Earlier today, you’d assigned this classic project to your students. The instructions were clear: “Who is your hero?” 

In past years, most kids did their parents. Moms, dads, and the occasional superman or spiderman would fill the exact wall you stood in front of now.

But this year was different. The Hail Mary launch was only a few weeks prior, so you’d expected one, maybe two pictures of Ryland. 

Yet, you greatly underestimated how enthusiastic your kids would be about space, and how a science teacher, who was formerly a part of Grover Cleveland’s staff, was on the mission.

You scanned the papers, wishing he were here next to you to admire the work. Normally, he would be, and you struggled to avoid thinking about the gaping hole in your life with him gone— No more pop in’s during your lunch breaks. No more texts in the middle of the day, asking if you guys should get takeout or cook at home for the night. No more returning home to a warm house full of life. Full of him.

You felt fresh tears springing up in your eyes, so instead, you thought about your class from today.

Excited gossip filled the room as your kids dutifully colored. You sat at your desk, grading last week’s vocab quizzes, trying hard not to think too hard about Ryland. Unfortunately for you, it was nearly impossible to ignore the rapid fire commentary happening around you.

“Mr. Grace is so cool! I want to go to space like him!”

“I wish I had him as my teacher!”

“He’s so brave, he’s definitely my hero.”

“I bet he was excited to help save the world!”

That last comment made you pause. You looked at the sweet little girl that said it, and how earnest her smile was.

She had already moved on, only meant it as a passing comment, but her words echoed in your head. Because you knew, deep in your soul, it was a lie.

Ryland had been acting strangely over the past few months. He would return home at unpredictable hours, the dark circles under his eyes progressively getting worse. All you knew was that he had been recruited as a scientist to help figure out the Petrova line problem. He couldn’t tell you much else, not just because of the NDA’s, but also because of how little he was home.

Most nights, you would try to wait up for him, but sometimes he wouldn’t even return. And when you’d wake up in the morning, bleary eyes meeting his vacant spot, your heart would twist with the bitter realization that he was barely there anymore.

You’d give anything for his side of the bed to be warm again.

When you eventually saw him a few days later, you knew something was wrong. He brushed it off as last minute experiments and late night meetings, and blindly, you’d accepted his words. You thought, surely, there must be hundreds of other scientists working on this sun dimming problem.

Ryland was just doing his part, rejoining the scientific community, and using his knowledge to help the world. And at the end of the day, he’d return to you like he always did. But never in your worst nightmares did you imagine him getting ripped away from you so suddenly and violently. 

And that was the worst part. You had no notice. No time to prepare. Only immense, immediate loss and the soul crushing news that he was gone for good.

And without a doubt, you knew that your student's innocent words were false. You knew Ryland wasn’t excited to save the world, and that he didn’t sacrifice himself, because he would have come back to you. Just to hold you one last time and sear a final kiss into your skin so you’d never forget the feel of him. Hell, knowing him, he wouldn't have left in the first place.

Whatever it was, if it were truly up to him, he would have come back. That, you were sure of.

A knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts. You glanced up and saw a woman walking in, wearing all black and a grim expression to match. She had sympathetic eyes, but the weary lines of her face had clearly been an accumulation of stress over the years, hardening her exterior.

None of that mattered though. What immediately caught your attention wasn’t her looks, but what she carried— an all too familiar yellow raincoat. 

You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening when you saw it. “Where did you get that.”

She dipped her head solemnly, wasting no time in answering despite your accusatory tone, as if she was already prepared for your harsh greeting. “Eva Stratt with the Petrova task force. This was Dr. Grace’s. He would have wanted you to have it.” Her voice was punctual, like she wanted to get straight to the point. She held the jacket out, but your body refused to move.

You eyed her, the tension in the air thickening by the second. The Petrova task force. What Ryland had been working on before he abruptly got on that cursed, one way ship. 

A moment of silence filled the room. Finally, you slowly met her eyes, your voice barely coming out in a whisper. “It was you. You forced him to go, didn’t you?”

She closed her eyes, a quiet sigh escaping her, and it told you all you needed to know. 

You shook your head, almost disbelieving. “You murdered him.”

Eva spoke softly, like she was trying to justify her actions. “You were the greatest factor in the decision. We— I tried to come up with another solution, but there was no alternative. Dr. Grace was our only hope.” A beat of silence. “I’m sorry.”

You scoffed. “You’re not,” you laughed bitterly.

She accepted your words, not even trying to fight back. It only made you angrier. Wordlessly, she held out the jacket again, gesturing for you to take it. 

You snatched the fabric from her hands, desperate to preserve any remnants of Ryland you could. It still smelled faintly of him, and the jacket wrinkled from your vise-like grip.

“The pocket.”

You glanced up at Eva, who now had her arms crossed. As she said the words, her brows scrunched up ever so slightly, like she was fighting back from showing too much emotion.

Slowly, you reached into the right coat pocket, a feeling of dread suddenly coming over you. At the very bottom, your hands wrapped around a smooth, velvet box. Your stomach dropped.

With trembling fingers, you brought the small box out, delicately setting the coat down on your desk. You knew what it was, and yet you’ve never wanted to be wrong more in your life.

You popped it open. At the sight of the small object inside, you couldn’t contain the sob that escaped you. 

A simple diamond ring twinkled up at you from its snug spot. It was one clearly bought off of a teacher’s salary. Not too flashy. Made with your favorite metal. Exactly how you’d like it.

Undoubtedly from Ryland, to you.

You weren’t sure when you crumpled to the ground, or when the tears started flowing freely, or when your ragged breathing turned into choked sobs. All you could think to do was clutch the precious band in your fingers, wishing with your entire being that none of this was real.

But all you felt was a gaping hole in your chest. He had been so close. So close to tying the knot and allowing you to take his last name, ensuring your lives would be intertwined.

But no. Your future, the one that included Ryland, had been irrevocably altered. By fate, the universe, Eva Stratt. It didn't matter who did it, just that it had been done.

Eva couldn’t watch anymore. She knew as soon as she found the ring that she would deliver it to you— it was meant to be yours, after all. Only the person meant to give it to you would be different. She'd decided the sooner the better, and now, the deed was done.

“Goodbye, Mrs. Grace.”

Eva dipped her head and left. She didn’t say anything more, and she wasn’t even sure if you heard her. She simply closed the door with a soft click, muffling your sobs from the rest of the world.

You’re not sure how long you sat there, grieving the man that got torn away from you before he could even propose. Really, it didn't matter how many hours you'd spend on the cold floor of your dark classroom, or how many times you could exhaust your eye sockets of tears.

All the time in the world would never be able to heal what you'd lost.

⟣ He’d also really appreciate the slow, educational rides like Spaceship Earth or Carousel of Progress because of how they showcase human ingenuity

⟣ Ryland’s favorite is the Pandora section of Animal Kingdom! He’s a huge Avatar nerd and the whole immersive experience of walking into the area, seeing the floating islands, and riding flight of passage on the ikran is like his ultimate nerd dream come true. He’s geeking out and telling you random facts or background info as you ride the attractions

- Colt Seavers -

⟣ Unlike his twin, LOVES roller coasters and genuinely complains that they aren’t thrilling enough

⟣ Will try to make his restraint loose on purpose so he can get maximum airtime, and then gets caught by the ride operator who then shoves his restraint to the tightest level with a stern look

⟣ You guys will go on the most thrilling ride in the whole park, you screaming your head off, and then Colt gets off the ride like “yeah I prefer free falling out of a helicopter” 🙄

⟣ Colt’s favorite section by far is Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood Studios. Rock n Rollercoaster and Tower of Terror are two of the best rides according to him, and he’ll alternate between the two for as long as you’ll put up with it

- Holland March -

⟣ Screaming his head off on roller coasters even though he was acting tough a few minutes before

⟣ You and Holly tricked him into going on the intense version of Mission Space… he had to sit on a bench with his head down for ten minutes afterwards. At least the puke bag wasn’t used on the ride..!

⟣ Holland’s favorite is the World Pavillion at Epcot! He definitely participates in drink around the world… you’ll almost always see one of those yellow cups in his hand

⟣ For every drink Holland gets, you and Holly get a snack from the same location. Between the three of you, Holland’s wallet is taking some pretty heavy hits

- Court Gentry -

⟣ Unlike Holland, Court isnt fazed by any of the rides

⟣ You’ll drag him over to the photo section after riding a coaster, and he’ll be straight faced in every single picture. He’ll only crack a smile on a ride if you ask him to

⟣ Backpack KING. He’s so prepared— water, sunscreen, hats, he’s got it all. Court doesn’t want you to worry about carrying your own bag, he’s got you both covered so you can just enjoy

⟣ Court’s favorite is… leaving the park. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, but he'd much rather curl up with you at the hotel and sleep in. He likes pulling you close and keeping you there, letting the plush bed relax your sore feet from walking all day. This man just wants to catch a break

⟣ At the end of the day, if there’s only one seat on the bus back to the hotel, he always lets you sit while he stands in front of you. If there are no seats left, he makes you hold onto his bicep because the handrail is “too dirty for your pretty hands”

- Jacob Palmer -

⟣ Immediately bought you guys fast passes so you wouldn’t have to wait in long lines

⟣ Genuinely so good at maxing out your day while expending as little energy as possible 

⟣ Jacob’s in no rush to ride anything, so he’ll follow your lead. As long as you’re happy, he’s happy. A yummy snack from a cart, shop browsing, or even sitting on a bench— anything you want to do, it’ll happen

⟣ He’s also a PRO at utilizing mobile order. No waiting in long lines to order food for you guys.

⟣ When he was young, his parents took him to Disney all the time before they died, and he likes to point out specific rides and memories he had with his parents as you guys are walking around together

⟣ Jacob’s favorite is Fantasyland. It might seem like a childish choice, but he has so many fond memories from when he was a kid, and he really enjoys revisiting those places with you

- Lars Lindstrom -

⟣ Slow/relaxing ride enthusiast

⟣ Also really likes parades! He enjoys watching from a distance where the characters won’t make eye contact with him or anything. He simply enjoys admiring them and the beautiful floats

⟣ He’d be a dino lover, and he’s devastated that Dinoland USA is gone forever in Animal Kingdom (me too Lars)

⟣ He’d also be a pin collector and enjoys browsing the shops on main street with you! He has a whole lanyard/backpack of them

⟣ Lars’ favorite is the Peoplemover! After a busy day amongst the crowds, he enjoys settling into the spacious car and quietly enjoying the tour of Tomorrowland with you

- Officer K -

⟣ Another one that finds comfort in the slow rides

⟣ He especially finds a deep sense of comfort in Living with the Land. He asks if its okay for you guys to go on it again because he loved it so much

⟣ Also, he thoroughly enjoyed piloting the Millennium Falcon and trying to get the highest score possible

⟣ At the end of the night, he was pretty captivated by the fireworks. The glowing bright bursts coordinated to the music made him unable to tear his eyes away

⟣ K’s favorite is the Kilimanjaro Safari at Animal Kingdom. Seeing all the live animals in their natural habitat fascinates him, especially if it’s springtime and they have young ones. He could spend hours just looking at the animals and admiring how full of life they are

- Sebastian Wilder -

⟣ If there’s any sort of performance going on, like a live band or an a cappella group, he’ll make you guys stop to watch the whole thing and then applaud enthusiastically when they’re done

⟣ He gets quite competitive with shooter rides that are score based. Get ready for harsh competition— he’s not going easy on you

⟣ Seb’s favorite is Tiana’s Bayou Adventure! He loves the storyline where she’s finding animals with musical talent to play for her mardi gras party. He’s SO into the New Orleans style jazz music throughout the whole ride, and will make you ride it over and over again just to appreciate the soundtrack. You guys get pretty soaked, but the only thing that matters is that you’re together and having a great time

⟣ He also lovesss the Happily Ever After fireworks show at Magic Kingdom. Something about ending the night with fireworks feels right to him, and to make it extra cheesy classic, he’ll pull you in for a kiss during the big finale

- Henry Letham -

⟣ Henry would be pretty chill at an amusement park. He’s not necessarily a thrill seeker. Rather, he's more of a wanderer that appreciates the decor and finer aspects of the park

⟣ He enjoys walking through the art gallery to look at paintings and sculptures in the Town Square Theater of Magic Kingdom

⟣ If you like taking pictures, then say no more. Henry has the unique talent of capturing all of your divine essence. Like literally every single picture he takes of you is magazine cover worthy, and you’re not sure how he does it. He claims you’re just very photogenic

⟣ He’d also appreciate the Epcot international festival of the arts if you guys visited during the beginning of the year, OR all the amazing topiaries during the flower and garden festival if you guys go during spring/summer

⟣ Henry’s favorite is to find a quiet spot away from others but with a good vantage point, just so the two of you can talk in private about how the day is going. He might also bring a sketchbook, and if you want to rest in comfortable silence, he’ll peoplewatch and do some sketching (or he’ll get distracted by you and draw you instead, which often happens)

- Driver -

⟣ There’s no specific agenda he wants to follow— if you’re happy, he’s happy too

⟣ He lets you drag him around the entire park, wait in the longest lines, stop for food, etc and he’s perfectly content as long as it means you have a huge smile on your face

⟣ The two of you went on Tomorrowland Speedway, and he was a little irked at how slow it was. Like he’s stomping his foot as hard as he can into the pedal, and you guys are going 7 mph max 😭😭

⟣ Driver’s favorite is Test Track at Epcot! He was caught off guard by the sudden acceleration and swerving, but he enjoyed it. He especially loves the fast part at the end. The ride has his stamp of approval because it’s the fastest one out of all four Disney parks in Florida

- Ken !! -

⟣ If you’re watching any kind of show that requires audience participation, you best believe he’s participating as hard as he can

⟣ Ken was very interested in visiting Frontierland because of its western themes, which he associates with horses

⟣ Also, he wanted to visit Bibidi Bobiddi Boutique and was extremely disappointed to find out it was only for kids

⟣ Ken's favorite thing to do is the character meet and greets!! He gets a little giddy around all the princesses and loves when they give him attention

⟣ His second favorite thing to do is wave to characters as they pass by on the parade. Like he’s waving to every single person. Huge smile plastered on his face the whole time. Turns to you and asks, “did you see that?! they waved back!!” even though you were watching the entire time

⟣ Would be VERY enthusiastic to meet Gaston— that’s his idol right there. The most manliest man with huge muscles on horseback to ever exist (the fact that he’s a villain flies right over Ken’s head)

⟣ He’s also obsessed with finding hidden mickeys. Ken will point out any three circles even remotely shaped like one, and you’ll have to nod your head and smile encouragingly, even though some of the ones he “finds” are definitely not hidden mickeys

Now, even more kids had their full, undivided attention on you, closely monitoring your little interaction while their food went cold. To them, getting to witness their teachers’ love lives unfurl was infinitely better than eating a stale peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

The most peculiar thing was Ryland’s reaction to your close proximity. His students watched in amazement as their favorite clumsy, shy, nerdy science teacher who often tripped over his own two feet seemed entirely unaffected by the fact that you were a few inches away from his face. In fact, he might have leaned in.

Olivia rubbed her eyes and squinted, not even trying to disguise her blatant staring at this point. Before she could check again, Ryland was already speed walking back to his classroom, no doubt hustling to prepare the science lab he had planned for today before the flood of kids came back from lunch.

She turned back to her classmates, many of which were still watching his retreating figure. Others had their eyes trained on your classroom door, lost in thought. 

She started the conversation everyone was itching to have. “So, we all saw that, right?”

A chorus of agreement echoed amongst the small crowd, quickly devolving into hushed gossip and frantic whispers.

“Is it just me, or did Mr. Grace have a little more pep in his step just now?”

“Oh totally— and he definitely didn’t want to leave her classroom.”

“What about her? Did you guys see the smile she gave him?”

“What about the smile he gave her?”

Before the debate could continue, the bell rang, forcing the chatty kids to trudge back to their classes in unanimous disappointment at their conversation getting interrupted. Unbeknownst to you or Ryland, this was only the first of many times this hot topic would be brought up amongst your prying students.

— - — - —

The second time was during a school assembly.

Students and faculty alike were gathered in the multi-purpose room, with the kids sitting to face the stage and the teachers lining the walls of the large room. The principal, an abysmally monotonous man, continued to drone on about rules, regulations, and upcoming events, much to everyone’s disappointment.

Your kids were supposed to be paying attention, but a large number of them had their heads twisted in awkward positions, trying to sneak a glimpse of you and Ryland.

The two of you were standing in the back with less than a foot of distance separating you. Periodically, Ryland would lean down to whisper in your ear, making you giggle at his words. In turn, you’d reach up on your tiptoes to whisper something in response, and he’d nod with a soft smile.

A few teachers nearby shot you looks of disapproval for being disruptive, and you mouthed a quick apology to your peers. Not thirty seconds later though, your head was inadvertently turning back to Ryland, and he did the exact same. 

Despite being told off not a minute earlier, the two of you continued to talk in hushed voices, trying to be even more discreet than before. Honestly, you guys might’ve been worse than the children.

James, a particularly rowdy student in Ryland’s class, turned to Sarah, who could easily match Olivia’s smarts in your English class. Both of their watchful eyes never left the two of you at the back of the room. He murmured to her, “I get it’s cramped, but they definitely don’t need to be standing that close.”

“Agreed,” she muttered back.

Olivia wasn’t far, and decided to join in on the conversation. “Mr. Grace is totally blushing every time she reaches up to whisper in his ear.” She had no qualms about exposing her science teacher, which made James and Sarah unexpectedly laugh.

Before they could get out another word, the meanest, crankiest teacher to ever curse Grover Cleveland Middle School with her presence snapped her head towards them, shushing them ten times louder than they were speaking.

“If you three don’t stop talking, it’ll be detention for a week,” she snarled, beady eyes watching them like a hawk.

Regretfully, they clamped their mouths shut, but the three of them, along with everyone else that had been watching you and Ryland, were all thinking the same: you two seemed awfully close, both physically and socially.

— - — - —

The third time took place after school, during the murky month of December.

The San Francisco weather decided to attack the school with an onslaught of rain, making it almost impossible to walk in the open without getting assaulted by vicious pellets of water. 

A cluster of students huddled inside the safety of the school building, waiting for their parents to roll up to the front of the campus so they wouldn’t get completely drenched on their way to the car. 

Olivia, while looking through the window at the dismal conditions outside, noticed you standing under an overhang alone. You had your coat drawn tight around you, trying to keep the frigid air out and your body heat in, and your eyes periodically wandered to the screen of your phone, like you were waiting for someone. Perhaps someone was coming to pick you up?

Before she could continue that thought, a familiar teacher’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Hey kiddos,” Ryland waved to the small group as he approached. “Waiting for parents?”

He was met with a series of nods, making him crack a smile. “Alright, make sure you all get home safe, yeah?”

“Yes, Mr. Grace,” some students said in unison.

Ryland chuckled and continued towards the door, raising his hand as a silent goodbye. With his other hand, he carried an umbrella, well prepared for the harsh rain.

Most of her peers looked away as Ryland pushed the door open, but Olivia kept her eyes trained on her teacher. As soon as he stepped outside, he made a beeline for you, already starting to open the umbrella.

He must have called out your name, because you turned to greet him, perking up with a warm smile. An easy conversation flowed between the two of you as he made his way over, but the next part made Olivia’s jaw drop.

Like clockwork, the two of you set off towards the parking lot, sharing the umbrella without missing a beat of your conversation. Ryland’s larger frame made you seem small in comparison, and he was mindful to keep the umbrella lower and slightly more on your side, ensuring you were fully protected from the rain. His left shoulder, on the other hand, started to get slightly wet, but he seemed to pay no mind as he listened to you talk with a genuine smile.

“Guys. Guys!! Look!” was all Olivia managed to say before a horde of students rushed to the window, trying to get a better view of their favorite teachers recreating this classic romance trope. 

“Move, I can’t see ‘em!”

“Hey you’re shoving me!”

Then, a collective hush fell over the group, and Olivia craned her head around her peers to get a glimpse at what they were staring at. A small gasp escaped her too.

It was difficult to see due to the far distance and the reduced visibility in the rain, but it was unmistakable. There was Ryland, covering you with the umbrella as you got into the passenger seat of a car. After closing the door behind you, the science teacher walked around the front of the car, got into the driver’s seat, and slowly reversed out of the parking spot. 

He wasn’t just walking you to your car. He was driving you home.

The silence lasted a moment longer before the group erupted into excited chatter, each kid trying to talk over the other.

“What the hell was that??”

“He offered her a ride home, obviously! It’s raining hard, so he’s being a gentleman!”

“They seemed so comfortable with each other though, what’s that about?”

“What if they’re dating?”

That last question caught everyone’s attention. Sure, it had definitely crossed everyone’s minds, but most brushed it off. It seemed unfathomable. Could their beloved, klutz of a science teacher really pull someone as gorgeous as you?

“No no,” someone finally cut in. “Mr. Grace wouldn’t have the guts to ask her out in the first place.”

“Yeah,” another chimed in. “Maybe he’s just crushing on her!”

A chorus of awww’s resounded throughout the room, and the debate of your relationship status was momentarily settled.

— - — - —

The fourth time shattered all of their conspiracy theories of Mr. Grace merely pining over their English teacher, because it was clearly something more.

It was finally that time of the year— prom. Most kids stood in clusters with their friends, while other, braver souls worked up the nerve to ask their crush to dance. The low lighting provided a moody atmosphere despite the upbeat party music, and compliments were constantly getting thrown around over dresses, shoes, and hair-dos. A typical middle school dance.

Of course, all school events required supervision, so you and Ryland volunteered to chaperone this year. You guys were standing in the back of the room, looking like you were engaged in normal conversation. You in a modest black dress, Ryland in a simple dress shirt and tie.

What you didn’t know though, were the dozen or so pairs of eyes locked onto your figures from the opposite wall, hidden in shadow and whispering furiously.

“Dude, look at the way he stares at her!”

“He’s so in love.”

“Quit staring so hard, they’ll notice you.”

Meanwhile, you and Ryland were casually chatting away, completely oblivious to your students’ antics. 

You sucked in a breath, a little hesitant to bring up something that’s been gnawing away at your mind for the past few months. Ryland, as always, immediately noticed. “What is it?” he asked. 

“Oh, I dunno,” you sighed.

He gave you an expectant look, silently questioning if you really thought he wouldn’t notice something’s been bothering you. It was true— no one could read you as easily as Ryland.

“Fine fine,” you smiled, “it’s just… have you noticed our kids acting a little, um,”

“Weird?” he finished with a knowing look.

“Exactly. Recently, if we’ve been talking, I’ll turn away from our conversation and find a handful of students staring at me from across campus. It’s unsettling.” You shuddered just thinking about it.

“I get it,” Ryland agreed while surveying the area. His eyes met the small group of kids that had been staring at you guys, all of whom were now looking at the ceiling, the ground, each other— anywhere other than in your direction. It was painfully obvious. You shared a look with Ryland, both of you shaking your heads before bursting into laughter.

Suddenly, a slow song came on, and you turned to Ryland with a soft smile. He was quick to offer his hand, which you accepted with a mock curtsy. In your little corner, the two of you swayed to the soft melody, lost in your own little world. All that mattered in the moment was the feeling of each other’s arms and the warmth of your shared love.

As you let the rhythm wash over you, you turned to Ryland, voice barely above a whisper. “You think they’re watching?”

“Oh I know they’re watching,” he huffed.

You let out a small giggle, amused by how involved your students were in your relationship. Brushing off the thought, you decided to just let teenagers be teenagers, instead focusing your attention on the way Ryland’s strong hands held your own.

And your students on the other side of the room? They were going ballistic while watching you. 

“So he really pulled her? They’re dating?!”

“This is insane.”

“Someone needs to document this.”

“Why are they so cute??”

— - — - —

The school year was finally coming to a close, and everyone agreed they simply couldn’t leave the case of you and Mr. Grace unsettled. After much deliberation amongst the class, they all came to the consensus that today was the day. They were going to get answers out of you guys, whether you liked it or not.

They went to great lengths to corner the two of you. Olivia planted a note in your class, trying her best to mimic Mr. Grace’s handwriting: Meet me in my class after school.

You didn’t think much of the forged note. Ryland often slipped you random things, so you folded it up and tucked the parchment away, packing up to head over to his class like you often did.

In Ryland’s classroom on the other hand, he was wrapping up a lecture on cell anatomy just as the final bell rang. He clapped once, starting to erase the whiteboard. “Alright kiddos, we’ll finish this up tomorro—”

As he turned around, he was more than a little stunned to see his entire class still seated, desks cleared and their full attention bouncing between him and the door. 

“Oookay, what’s going on,” he said slowly, trying to follow their gaze. “Did I imagine the bell ringing, or..?”

And then, when you walked in, it all clicked for Ryland. He turned to his students, gaze sweeping over their smug smiles and looks of anticipation. 

You gave a little knock to signal your entry, “Hey Ry, you wanted to see...” you trailed off, noticing about thirty kids staring at you when you entered. You slowly made your way to his side, watching the class with a glimmer of amusement in your eyes. “What’ve we got here?”

“This is a set up,” he sighed. Not a question, but an observation. He placed his hands on his hips and tilted his head, unsure of whether to smile or frown, so he opted for shaking his head in disbelief. 

As the designated question asker, Olivia raised her hand, and Ryland nodded in confirmation for her to speak. “When did you start dating?”

They expected flustered denial, a poor cover up story, or for you guys to dodge the question completely. But to everyone’s shock, you and Ryland turned to each other simultaneously… and started laughing. 

“Wh— What’s so funny?” James asked.

“Yeah, haven't you been trying to hide it this whole year?” another chimed in.

You waved your arms dismissively, shoulders still shaking with laughter. “Well, not exactly.”

Ryland just pinched the bridge of his nose, still in disbelief that his students thought you were dating.

“So, what’s your relationship then?” Olivia asked. Everyone leaned in, awaiting your response.

With a sly smile, you glanced at Ryland, then looked over the group of teens practically about to fall out of their seats in anticipation. “Well,” you started. “Let’s just say… I use my maiden name while teaching.”

Olivia let out a huge gasp, and the others whipped their heads toward her, clearly still confused.

“What?”

“Olivia, what’s that mean?”

Kids were clambering to get her attention, but Olivia just continued to stare at you in shock, and you just gave her a small nod of encouragement. Slowly, you reached to interlock hands with Ryland, and he squeezed your fingers with affection. He turned to give you a helpless smile, like he was silently apologizing for his students’ behavior. You just softly chuckled, choosing to lean your head on his shoulder instead.

 “You— she—” Olivia could barely get the words out.

Her peers groaned in frustration, “what is it?!”

Then, you dropped the equivalent of an atomic bomb in the middle of the room— you raised your left hand, flashing a modest diamond ring adorning your finger.

Everyone was stunned, and Olivia confirmed what they were all struggling to believe. 

“It means,” she said slowly, “Her last name is Grace.”

⤷ then, he began to admire your wit and humor. even if you guys had to lay low for hours or days upon end while waiting for a target, the time always flew by if he was with you

⤷ eventually, he caught himself staring a bit too long at you during a mission. were you always that beautiful? 

⤷ he doesn’t even know when the shift happened, but you know the saying ‘i would take a bullet for you’ ? yeah, no one else deserves to say that except for Court, because he absolutely would without hesitating if it meant saving you

⤷ with previous partners, he would do his best to preserve both of them, but he never considered them worth risking his own life

⤷ but you? it wasn’t even a question for him when he shoved you out of the way, protecting you from what would have been a fatal gun wound

⤷ later, when you guys finally made it to an empty safehouse nearby, you were bandaging him up (angrily) and asking him “why’d you take that bullet for me? that was too risky, Six.”

⤷ he just shrugged in response while you patched him up, knowing damn well he’d do it again without a second thought

extra: mini fic on this topic here!

- Lars Lindstrom -

⤷ you’re his little workplace crush!!

⤷ if he’s feeling bold, Lars will leave little origami cranes on your desk while you’re not watching

⤷ if you do end up catching him in the act, he’ll run away or hide, pretending like you didn’t see him— if he believes it, maybe you’ll believe it too?

⤷ he thinks he’s being very discreet, but in reality, the whole town knows about his little crush on you (and they’re so supportive!)

⤷ it’s probably because he’s always sneaking the topic of you into conversations— whether it’s at church, at work, or anywhere else in the quaint town, the subject of his conversations somehow always circle back around to you

⤷ and he’s not doing it on purpose! you just occupy so much of his brain that he naturally ends up mentioning that “she likes that color” or that “she shops there a lot"

⤷ whoever he’s talking to will always nod and go along with it, listening intently, even if Lars ends up rambling about you and your interests for a while

⤷ he also loves to admire you from afar. you often sit a few rows in front of him at church, and more often than not, he’ll find himself watching the back of your head instead of listening to the sermon

⤷ one day, you complimented his outfit, and he internally imploded— like he forgot how to speak, barely got out a jumbled thank you, and then ran away

⤷ he’s so so cute and earnest, but you definitely need to be the one to ask him out. because honestly? he’s content with cherishing you from a distance day after day

- Jacob Palmer -

⤷ Jacob spotted you at the bar he frequents, and you immediately caught his eye

⤷ with practiced ease, he slid into the seat across from you, ready to woo you with his charms like he does to all the girls on a nightly basis

⤷ instead of falling for his sugar talking though, you finished your drink, gave a polite smile, and stood up to leave

⤷ “not interested, pretty boy”

⤷ he sat there, stunned– what was happening?? no girl had ever rejected him before, but honestly, that only made him more intrigued

⤷ plus you called him pretty boy?! at that moment, he made it his sole goal to win you over

⤷ he returned to the bar every night– but not to continue his routine of taking girls home, no no no. this man was on a MISSION to see you again, so he always came around the same time he first met you

⤷ he would wait at the countertop, scouring the dim area and looking towards the door every time a new person came in, hoping you would return

⤷ when you finally came back, he didn’t even care about keeping up his suave persona— he couldn’t help the genuine smile spreading his face, like your mere presence rejuvenated him

⤷ he waved you over, and when you gave him a skeptical look, he made a mock pleading pose with his hands that made you giggle and walk over

⤷ after some initial skepticism on your part, you guys talked the night away– and it wasn't the one-sided kind where he got girls to talk about themselves so he could butter them up. instead, you guys really talked together. personal life, family, music taste, you name it. 

⤷ he returned to his mansion a little giddy that night, hoping that soon he wouldn’t have to live in the big space alone

⤷ his new goal? quit visiting that bar and go out on dates with you instead.

- Officer K -

⤷ K never meant to get so close to you– humans and replicants don’t exactly mix, after all

⤷ but after a particularly brutal job, K just wanted to shower and crash in bed… only to find his lock jammed when he finally reached his room at 1 a.m.

⤷ he was prepared to sleep leaning against the door until morning, but you coincidentally came back to the apartment complex not 5 minutes later

⤷ after initially freaking out over his bloody, battered state, you ushered him inside your apartment— he would have protested, especially since some of the stragglers in the hallway cast you scornful looks of disapproval for inviting him inside your place, but your persistence and his exhaustion made him concede 

⤷ K often remained silent unless he thought otherwise necessary, which held true as you cleaned his cuts— all he could think to do was watch you and soak up the sensation of your hands softly brushing against his skin 

⤷ he ended up sleeping on the worn couch of your cramped apartment, which was definitely better than the hallway

⤷ he honestly just couldn’t wrap his head around why you were being so kind to him, and it was a very unusual feeling. a good one, but unusual

⤷ K quietly left your apartment before you woke up, leaving you a little disappointed that you didn’t get to see him off

⤷ from that day on, even if you didn’t notice, you gained some sort of a guardian angel

⤷ although, to anyone that even remotely posed a threat to you, K seemed more like a devil than an angel to them

⤷ making an actual move on you would be crossing a line for a replicant like him, so K shows his affection by protecting you, whether you’re aware of it or not

- Driver -

⤷ you just moved in next door, overall being very friendly and neighborly to him

⤷ when you first realized you lived on the same floor, you made a big deal out of introducing yourself to him and baking him cookies for a good first impression

⤷ he was a little stunned to say the least. his lifestyle consisted of laying low and blending into the crowd, so it was unusual to have so much focus on him… but something about you made him crave more of your attention

⤷ then, when your car broke down, you were ecstatic to see a friendly face at the repair shop where he worked

⤷ Driver was just happy to see you happy

⤷ he’s a man of few words, but when he does speak to you, he’s always soft spoken and a small, sweet grin is plastered on his face

⤷ after a week of hallway and elevator conversations, he works up the nerve to ask you to go on a drive with him

⤷ 40% of his attention is on the road, and the other 60% is on you (it actually might be more like 30/70)

⤷ he’ll often lie flat on the mattress in his dingy apartment at night, playing back the day’s interactions he’s had with you

⤷ some people might define his behavior as stalking, but to driver, he’s just making sure you’re safe all the time. does his process include subtly spying on you from afar to make sure you get home safe? …maybe

⤷ he’s yearning for you SO BAD pls give him a chance. he’ll do whatever you want. anything you ask for, it’s yours.

⟣ like, you visibly saw him perk up with a little extra pep in his step, and he just turned to you with a smitten smile as you guys walked off, hand in hand

⟣ when he’s missing you, Ken will daydream and absentmindedly draw in the sand while he’s on the beach— call him Da Vinci the way he accidentally created a Mona Lisa looking masterpiece of you out of lines in the sand (alternatively, this may happen occasionally with sand castles as well. he’ll be thinking of you, and then suddenly there’s a life size sand sculpture of you striking a model pose)

⟣ you guys are almost always interlocking hands while you’re out together, but when any other ken approaches, Ken instinctively moves to wrap his arm around you instead to draw you closer

⟣ sometimes he gives you his gargantuan faux fur coat as another indicator that the other kens need to keep their hands off— it often swallows you whole and drowns you with all the fabric, but at least it’s super plush and voluminous

⟣ early on in your relationship, he gave you a giant “K” necklace so that the other kens knew you were his. (how that works i have no idea, since all of their names start with K… somehow they all unanimously understood who it was referring to though)

⟣ when you guys started cuddling, Ken thought he would always prefer to be the big spoon since it’s the more “manly” role. he very quickly discovered how false that was— he loves being held by you and snuggling into your touch

⟣ also, Ken always manages to find a way to touch you in some way. you’re tanning in the sun? he’s got his head resting against your stomach or legs. you’re sitting on a bench? he’s right there next to you, knee bumping against yours. you’re leaving for a girls night out? he teleports to the floor, clutching your ankle and pleading you not to leave with a kicked puppy expression.

⟣ one time, while you were making breakfast for the two of you, you suddenly felt a huge weight clambering on top of you— it was Ken. climbing you. like an oversized koala.

⟣ you sighed, not even surprised as you accepted your fate, inevitably losing your balance and toppling to the floor with him still very much attached to you

⟣ “seriously?”

⟣ “...i wanted to be closer to you.”

⟣ your new name should be the sun, because Ken’s life revolves around you— and he wouldn’t want it any other way. you’re his rainbow after the storm. his pot of gold. his divine girl. it wasn’t his lips you kissed, but his soul!! your milkshake brings this boy to the yard! (had to reference this hehe)

“Really, Six? You’re usually so careful, but that was way too risky. What if that hit a vital organ?”

He only groaned in response and leaned back against the wall, clutching his injured side. He really didn’t have the energy to fight you, so he silently accepted your verbal abuse instead.

You huffed in exasperation as you opened the first aid kit, motioning for him to take off his shirt so you could clean the wound. Handling each other’s injuries had become second nature over the years, and he didn’t hesitate to follow your command. You continued, not done telling him off, “Seriously, you should have let me take the hit–”

That’s when he broke his silence and cut you off with a firm “no.”

You stabbed his injury with the disinfectant using a little more force than necessary, eliciting a small wince from him. “Six, I don’t need you to pick my battles for me,” you sighed, moving to bandage his torso.

“Can you stop that?”

You paused your actions, quirking a brow. “Stop preventing you from getting an infection and bleeding out?”

“Using my call sign.”

That caught you off guard. It’s been almost three years since the CIA paired you up as partners, and to say you trusted him was an understatement. Heck, it wasn’t uncommon for you to share cramped motel rooms, huddle for warmth, or even act like a couple for the sake of your mission. You even began carrying his favorite flavor of gum on you since he’s always craving some.

And yeah sure, maybe you’ve grown slight feelings for him, but you’ve never let it compromise your mission. Call it a minor workplace crush.

But sharing real names? This was definitely crossing some invisible line. 

“Okay…” You slowly resumed your work, your frown ever so slightly dissipating. “So what do I call you then?”

He breathed out slowly, a slight shudder raking over his body. From his injury? Nerves? Your ghost of a touch on his bare skin? You weren’t sure. After a beat of silence, he finally uttered his name– “Court.” Your hands stilled. You tilted your head up, only to find him already looking at you with a soft expression– one that told you he had no regrets about revealing one of the most personal things about him to you. 

After a brief pause, you let out a small laugh, shaking your head ever so slightly as you broke eye contact. “Now I have leverage over you,” you quipped, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

He scoffed with a small chuckle but flinched with a quiet hiss when it disturbed his wound. “Just finish bandaging me, would you.”

You gave a small hum, an involuntary smile spreading across your features, “will do, Court.”

⤷ if he visited you during class hours (or vice versa), his students wouldn’t hesitate to echo a chorus of teasing ooooooohs

⤷ before he met you, Ryland was never picky about chaperoning for field trips, school dances, or any other events– he’d do it for his kids of course, but he rarely checked to see which teacher he got paired up with

⤷ but now?? as soon as the next event is announced, he’s checking the online signups every ten minutes for your name, waiting to pounce on the opportunity to volunteer for something together

⤷ he’s down bad for you, but he’s also very aware of overstepping boundaries (bc he’s genuinely incapable of taking hints), so you need to initiate the first actual move

⤷ otherwise, he’ll continue to crush on you like the schoolboy he is

- Colt Seavers -

⤷ he met you on set for another one of Tom’s movies— the whole film required a record amount of stunts, so the director decided Colt should get a stylist to make him look more like Tom during filming so they wouldn't have to edit as much during post production

⤷ you were introduced to Colt as his makeup artist, and he very quickly grew a fat crush on you

⤷ he desperately tried to hide it, but it didn’t help that you were constantly in his personal space to do his hair and makeup

⤷ you guys actually hit it off really well, which is good considering you have to spend every morning together for about an hour

⤷ you may have had to redo parts of his makeup because he was too busy talking to you, which messed up your work (he actually does it on purpose sometimes just to extend his time with you, but he'd never tell you that)

⤷ it doesn’t take long for him to invite you on set to see his stunts, and he claims it’s "to see your hard work pay off!”

⤷ he tries to do the craziest stunts just to impress you– when he sees it only worries you, he tones it down a bit and reassures you about his safety

⤷ Colt is also pretty obvious with his staring, and he knows it— but he loves making you look away first

⤷ at the end of the day, he definitely offers to drive you around and do donuts in his car

⤷ he’s also always trying to be around you— you’re at this part of the set for the day? no problem, he’ll wander around that area under the guise of trying to find dan so he can be in your presence/sneak glances at you

⤷ if he canonically listens to All Too Well in the car when he’s deep in his feels, he definitely listens to Taylor’s Lover album when he’s crushing on you

- Holland March -

⤷ you hired The Nice Guys for a small case, and it was like love at first sight for Holland

⤷ he would set up meetings with you under the guise of “gathering intel,” but for some reason it was always at a coffee shop and the questioning quickly devolved into pleasant conversation about your personal life

⤷ one time, he had to bring Holly with him because she couldn’t stay with any of her friends for the day– the two of you immediately hit it off, and after that, Holly frequently asked to stay at your place rather than with her other friends

⤷ seeing how well you got along with his daughter really sealed the deal for Holland

⤷ he needed to get you into his life, asap.

⤷ The Nice Guys quickly solved your case– Healy did most of the work and grumbled about holland being constantly distracted– and afterwards Holland offered you a ‘friends and family discount’ (he made that up on the spot)

⤷ you guys started hanging out often, typically going to bars to drink and chat

⤷  he thinks he’s suave, but in reality, he’s nearly confessed multiple times while drunk– he just doesn’t remember it because he blacks out and forgets

⤷ also, if Holland was a klutz before, it’s like it’s amplified tenfold around you

⤷ he’s genuinely a bumbling buffoon while in a 15 foot radius of your presence

⤷ in the beginning, he definitely used his private investigator skills to spy on you, and consequently made note of where you like to eat, shop, get coffee, etc

⤷ don’t be surprised to find your favorite takeout on your doorstep one night along with a note saying: from your secret admirer :) 

⤷ you totally recognized it as Holland’s handwriting… he thinks he’s being slick, so just go along with it please

⤷ he’s so in love with you and it’s painfully obvious, even though he claims the opposite

- Sebastian Wilder -

⤷ he spotted you sitting at a small table by yourself in Seb’s, nursing your drink and simply enjoying the music. his jazz music.

⤷ the club was lively and full of conversation, but unlike the other guests that treated it as background noise, you were fully immersed in the smooth sound that swept over you

⤷ and Sebastian noticed. oh man, he noticed so much that he almost missed his cues for some of his piano solos

⤷ when his set ended, you were the first to start the applause as you locked eyes with him with a sincere smile

⤷ in that moment, he just knew he had to talk to you

⤷ he slid into the seat across from you and offered you drinks on the house

⤷ the time absolutely flew by, and it felt like there was an infinite amount of things to talk about with you– music, especially

⤷ it was amazing to find someone else that shared his passion, and he couldn’t help but jump the gun and think: she’s perfect

⤷ without realizing, you guys talked till closing and you were the last stragglers in the club– he assured you it was fine, y’know, since he owns the place

⤷ like a true gentleman, Sebastian got the door for you and walked you to your car, all while silently praying that you’d visit again (unbeknownst to him, you already made up your mind to come back your next free night)

⤷ after a few weeks of coming to Seb’s and sitting at the same two-seater every time, he decided to place a little Reserved sign there so no one would take your table

⤷ the next time you came in and saw the little sign, you met his eyes across the room and tilted your head in question– he only nodded with a sly smile, confirming that that was officially your spot

⤷ he’s already imagining your future together— he’s gonna have at least three kids with you, and they’ll all play different instruments so you guys can form a family jazz band. you’ll sing, he’ll play piano, the firstborn will be a killer sax player, the middle can play the bass, and the youngest will go crazy on the drums…

⤷ Sebastian can get so caught up in his thoughts that he forgets he needs to actually ask you out first for any of that to happen

⤷ you were that someone in the crowd for him, and he’s sure as hell not letting you go anytime soon

- Ken !! -

⤷ when he first met you, it was like that one lego batman scene

⤷ he just stood there in a trance, unable to tear his eyes away from you

⤷ he only snapped out of it when you turned to introduce yourself to him, and he locked in to lower his voice and subtly flex his muscles while doing his own introduction

⤷ you’ve officially been engraved into his mind, and you’re all he thinks about day in and day out

⤷ he’s so distracted by you that he can’t do his beach job properly because of how often he’s daydreaming

⤷ but if you’re at the beach yourself, then someone give this man an employee of the century award– he does NOT play about your safety and will take his job so seriously

⤷ also, Ken made and wore a heart shaped locket with your picture inside it for a while

⤷ you eventually asked him what was in it, and he may have panicked a little

⤷ by “panicked a little,” i mean he tore it off his neck, chucked it into the ocean, and then proceeded to play it cool like he didn’t just launch the poor thing miles from the shore

⤷ anytime Rival Ken interacted with you, Ken would get so jealous and proceed to stomp away to formulate some elaborate plan to “win you back”

⤷ whenever he’s at home (does he have a home?) he would definitely periodically do the whole thing of sighing, resting his face in the palm of his hand, and staring wistfully out the window with a goofy lil smile

⤷ 100% had a celine dion moment where he belted out his feels for you in an epic ballad (where tf did that spotlight come from ??)