Hey guys, so, I have an idea and I made a cover for the story. It's a Meg Masters x Female OC. I'm still working on the ocs lore and stuff, so it won't be published until later (on Wattpad)
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warnings : dangerous amounts of awkward, nerdy ryland? terrible writing, not edited
summary : ryland has a crush on the kindergarten teacher that his class visits once a month
w/c : 4.3k
a/n : the chokehold this man has on me is INSANE
It was the last Friday of the month, Ryland’s favorite day. Once a month, he got to walk his homeroom class ten minutes down the street to the local elementary school. Once a month, his students got to hang out with their kindergarten buddies. Once a month, he got paid to sit around and be with her.
Y/n was the kindergarten teacher he was partnered up with. Last year he had been stuck with Mrs. Wilson. Her classroom always smelled of microwaved fish and sweaty fourth graders. She also had a bad habit of leaving the classroom without telling him, leaving him alone with nearly sixty children. Y/n was very different. Her classroom always smelled of lavender and citrus, and the only time he had ever been alone in her classroom was when she dropped the students off at lunch and went to the restroom.
Ryland was very grateful that he was visiting her classroom and that she wasn’t visiting his. Her room was a stark contrast to his. He had planets hanging from the ceiling, his desk was cluttered and trashed, and things fell down regularly. Here, there were paper lanterns hanging down, but that was all. They were evenly spaced and gave the room a cozy feel, not a trapped in low budget space feel. Everything had a place. Her desk was cleared, at least the top was. He had no clue if the drawers were in the same condition. The classroom was organized from the row of backpacks hanging on the wall to the cabinet filled with toys. It was structured, warm.
However, nice as the classroom was, that was not the best part of this arrangement the two schools set up. Working with Y/n was the highlight of his school year. There was just something about her. Maybe it was the fact that she always had a tupperware filled with baked goods for him when he brought his class to visit. Maybe it was the fact that she always smelled like vanilla and jasmine. And maybe, just maybe, it was the way she taught her students. The way that she could help one student understand a concept using props and hand motions and then turn around and help another by turning it into a game. She had a passion for helping them get from where they were, to where they were going. It was written all over her face.
This was what Ryland thought about as he walked his eighth grade homeroom over to the elementary school. The morning fog was still thick and a slight breeze sent a chill down his spine. The buzzing chatter of his students was making the grey sky seem a little lighter. He loved that they were just as excited as the kindergarteners were.
They made it inside the elementary building and the warmth immediately seeped into his bones, welcoming him like the embrace of an old friend. He navigated his class through the now familiar hallways and stopped outside a door that had been decorated with small laminated ducks, each one bearing the name of a kindergartener in the classroom. He turned to his gaggle of students.
“Remember, go in quietly and sit on the floor near your kid.” He said, making eye contact with the students who loved to go in squealing and hug their kindergarten partner.
“Yes, Mr. Grace,” the class echoed.
Ryland knocked on the door. He suddenly felt nervous. This had become the new normal since the first time Y/n opened the door. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat to no avail. He wiped one sweaty palm on his jeans and ran the other one, shakily, through his tousled hair. His stomach knotted, he felt like an idiot.
The door opened, and there was Y/n. She was wearing dress pants and an oversized sweater. Her hair was falling naturally. The smell of her perfume was wrapping him up like he just stepped inside after being out in the cold too long, which technically he did. His breath hitched quietly and he hoped she didn’t hear it. He felt the small smile creeping onto his face and there was no point in trying to fight it.
He didn’t get to bask in the feeling as long as he wished to, the overly excited five year olds started babbling behind her. She smiled at him. What kindergarteners?
“Hey,” she said, her voice low, like she was whispering a secret for his ears only.
The small smile broke into a full blown grin. “Hey,” he whispered back. Y/n opened the door fully so Ryland and his class could enter. The two teachers stepped aside while the students entered the space and situated themselves. As he entered the room, his eyes settled on her desk, finding a tupperware sitting on it, a pink sticky note on top with his name on it. He could feel the tips of his ears match the color of the sticky note.
“My kids have been excited all week. We had to make a countdown paper chain on Monday,” She said, beaming up at him.
Ryland let out a small chuckle. “Mine too. They try to play it off and act cool, but they’ve asked me once a week when we’re coming back.” Y/n laughed and both teachers got back to what they were actually supposed to be doing.
The schedule was simple enough. First was penmanship. The eighth graders had to help the kinders write a three sentence story. Y/n stood in front of the whiteboard, pink marker in hand.
“So if Mr. Grace is my partner,” She said, looking at the group of fifty or so kids crammed into the room. “Then he and I are going to come up with the story together! It can be about anything!” She looked over at him. “For example, I might write, ‘Mr. Grace is a good teacher.’” She wrote the sentence on the board. Her lettering was smooth and elegant, only in the way that teachers can have. She glanced over at Ryland expectantly.
“And I might want her to write, ‘Miss Y/n is a great teacher.’” He hoped that it wasn’t obvious that he was trying to elevate her. The smile and roll of her eyes told him he was unsuccessful. She wrote it anyway. He moved to stand next to her.
“After that, we might say, ‘They make a great team.’” She said, and the smile she gave him went right to his stomach. He had to snap his eyes anywhere else or he feared he would forget himself and make a really dumb move in front of the students. He felt his neck heat up and he was sure he was beet red. Y/n noticed. Her gaze drifted back to the students. “Are there any questions?” She asked.
A hand shot up instantly. Y/n nodded for the student to ask his question. “But, Miss Y/n! Our papers have a big square on top of our writing lines!” Y/n smiled at the urgency of the question.
“They do! Good job, Jeffrey, I almost forgot! At the top of your paper you have a blank space. You and your buddy are going to color a picture that goes with your story.”
Another hand went up. “Miss Y/n, you didn’t draw a picture.”
The middle schoolers chuckled, noticing the way their teacher was avoiding looking at Miss Y/n. One of them raised their hand. “Yeah, Mr. Grace, you have to help Miss Y/n color a picture of the two of you!”
He wanted to die. He hated how bad he was at being subtle. He was rescued when Y/n let out a laugh. “You guys are right. Tell you what, while you guys write, Mr. Grace and I will draw a picture on the board.”
The students got to work as Ryland uncapped a black marker. He started drawing a stick figure. It was lopsided, and the eyes weren’t evenly spaced out, but Y/n assumed it was his best efforts based on the way his brows knit together and his tongue poked out slightly from between his lips.
He looked over to where Y/n was finishing her drawing. It was very obviously him. From the glasses to the cardigan he was wearing, the dry erase drawing was very evidently Ryland. He was even giving a thumbs up. He glanced back at his drawing. Not terrible. Not great. He picked up the pink marker she had been using earlier. He drew a flower in the stick woman’s hand. He took a step back and admired his work. Y/n did the same.
“We really do make a great team,” she said, turning to look up at him.
His brain short circuited. She didn’t even compliment him. Why was his brain offline? Think of something! Say something! Say anything! She’s looking right at you! Say something! Say something now!
“Like ribosomes and protein synthesis.” Not that! Idiot.
But the panic subsided as Y/n let out a huff of laughter and her body involuntarily leaned into his. It was brief, a slight graze of her shoulder against his. Yet it was all he could focus on. He stilled as it happened, trying to memorize the feeling instantly. He spent the next ten minutes trying to figure out if his arm tingled from the force of impact or if his brain was experiencing a minor chemical imbalance. His internal debate subsided as Y/n instructed the students to turn in their work.
The rest of the morning passed by in a flurry of raised hands and tiny confused sighs as math worksheets were handed out and completed. There was a breath of relief when Y/n announced it was time for recess. He shrugged his cardigan off and onto the chair as he pulled his blazer back on. Y/n led the group down the hall and outside as Ryland manned the end of the line, ensuring no wandering or straggling.
This time, the fresh air felt less inviting, like it was stripping the atmosphere of all the warmth and depth that Y/n’s classroom supplied. It smelled Earthy and sharp. Normally it would be one of his favorite things in the world. In this moment, he wanted nothing more than to be inhaling her scent. Her classroom scent, that is, or so he told himself. His inner lament was silenced when a soccer ball went flying into his left foot.
“Mr. Grace!” A chorus of students yelled his name and ran over to him. A tiny boy with a mop of dark curly hair peered up at him through thick eyelashes. His hands were clasped near his chest as he started to speak. “Mr. Grace, will you play with us?”
Ryland felt something profound tug at his heart strings as the boy looked up at him expectantly.
“Sure, but only if we beat these middle schoolers, deal?” He stuck out his hand, the soccer ball now pinned under his foot.
The boy, Miles, shook his hand and giggled out, ‘deal’.
“Kinder versus middle school!” was all Ryland shouted before kicking the ball towards a five year old and running towards the goal, guarded by one of his own students.
Y/n watched from the sidelines as Ryland weaved, not so elegantly, between the students. He was constantly stumbling over his own feet, and his glasses kept sliding down his face. However, Y/n also saw the way he passed the ball to her students every time. The way he would steal the ball from an eighth grader, pass it to a little kid, only to have the ball stolen by a middle schooler again. She noticed the way he fell backwards and landed on his back in order to avoid lightly bumping one of her students. She watched him pause the game to help a girl tie her shoe. He had never looked so attractive. He was squatting down, her yellow shoe resting atop his knee. His glasses hung around his chin and his hair was tousled and sweaty from running. The way he smiled, watching as the girl ran back to the game once her shoe was properly tied again. She noticed the way that the water ran down his hair to his cheek to his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Wait, water?
Y/n’s train of thought was cut off by a splash of rain hitting her forehead. Oh great. Before she knew it, five year olds all around her were losing their minds. She pulled her sweater tighter around herself as the rain picked up. Ryland was by her side in an instant, shrugging his blazer off and, awkwardly, draping it over Y/n’s head, an attempt to shield her from the rain. Y/n smiled despite herself as she watched him concentrate. A whistle blew and all the kids quickly got in line as Y/n led them towards the classroom. Ryland, soaked to the bone, stood at the end of the line, waiting for one kindergartener to catch up after he ran back into the playground for his water bottle.
The group was buzzing as they re-entered the classroom. Y/n gave instructions for the kids to hang up their coats and find a seat on the rug. Ryland stood next to Y/n, who was finally pulling the blazer from her head. “You didn’t have to do that,” She whispered, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
“Yes I did,” he breathed out. Y/n tried to hand him the blazer, but it was quickly draped around her again, this time, over her shoulders. She smiled as he rubbed the fabric up and down her arms. There was a faint smell of clean linen and stale coffee. It was uniquely Ryland, like the scent only existed for him. She had been mostly protected from the rain, and she didn’t really need dried off, but she let him do it.
His glasses had little drops of water on them, sliding down the lens and onto the floor. His hair was completely soaked, dripping down his face steadily onto his clothes, which had been thoroughly drenched. Yet here he was, drying her off. The whole world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them as Ryland pulled the blazer off of her and wrapped his knit sweater around her. The sleeves were too long for her, but she pushed them back slightly, freeing her hands. The soft fabric brushed his arm as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, Y/n waited with baited breath.
“Miss Y/n?” A tiny hand pulled on the sweater and Y/n reluctantly pulled her eyes away from Ryland’s.
Ryland felt his mouth shut quickly, suddenly very aware of where he was. He looked over at his students, who were smirking and looking away. Because that's what he needed, a class of middle schoolers noticing his awkward crush on the nicest woman in the world.
He tried looking anywhere else. The pattern of the floors was suddenly riveting. His gaze snapped back to Y/n as she turned on a movie and told the class to watch quietly and eat their lunches. He turned the lights off and made his way to the back of the classroom, sitting on a tiny table. Y/n sat next to him, tupperware in hand, pink sticky note still on top. She handed it to him wordlessly, the air around them full and comforting. He opened the container as Y/n started eating her lunch next to him.
“Banana bread?” He whispered excitedly. “You didn’t!”
Y/n smiled, and she was overjoyed that the lights were off and he wouldn’t be able to see the way that her cheeks flushed. “Of course I did. You said it was your favorite.” Ryland leaned back in the chair slightly and started eating quietly, eyes trained on the students in front of him.
He let his hand settle on the table beneath him, slowly letting it drift closer to Y/n’s until his hand was ghosting hers. Y/n didn’t look away from the kids as she carefully shifted so her hand was pressed against his, trying to get him to just take a hint already.
He let his fingers delicately trace over her knuckles before hooking his pinky under her hand and flipping it gently so it rested in his. It was slow, and a little clumsy, but it was also warm. Solid.
Ryland could feel the quickening thump of his heart against his chest. His throat was dry and he was suddenly very nervous that his hand was going to start sweating.
The thoughts were subdued when Y/n brushed her thumb over his knuckles, trying to memorize every ridge, every valley. He looked down where they were joined together. A small smile graced his features and he went back to watching the kids.
Lunch was over too soon in his humble opinion. In reality, they had actually gone fifteen minutes over because Y/n didn’t want to let go of Ryland’s hand. Only two more hours before he had to leave, and he tried to push the thought away, like not thinking about it delayed the inevitable. He took his place at the front of the room as Y/n settled her students into their seats.
“Alright you guys! Who’s excited to learn about space?” Every little hand shot into the air.
He uncapped an expo marker and started asking questions. “Who knows what is in the middle of the solar system?” A middle schooler started whispering into her kindergartener’s ear. The five year old jumped up frantically, waving her hand in the air.
“I know! I know!”
“Tell me, Amaya!”
“The sun!”
“Good job! Yes! The Sun is in the middle of our solar system! Everything goes in circles around it.” He drew a sun on the whiteboard. “Alright, Amaya, I need your help now.”
Amaya looked over at Y/n for reassurance. After receiving a nod of approval, Amaya walked to the tall teacher.
“Okay. Amaya, you are the sun. You’re gonna stand right here.” He gave her a high five as she stood where she was told to.
“Who knows what planet is closest to the Sun?”
There was more whispering. Then more voices shouting out ‘I know’ and ‘Me! Me!’.
“What is it, Jack?”
“Mercury!”
“Good job! Come on up!” Ryland added another circle to the board. “Okay, Jack. You're gonna go in a circle around Amaya, and you’re the fastest planet in the solar system! So go! Faster! Faster!” The class erupted into giggles.
“What comes after Mercury?” He didn’t have to wait this time. “Which planet is it, Claire?”
“Uh, Venus?”
“Venus is right!” Claire didn’t wait for permission before walking to the front. “Okay Claire, you have to walk in a circle too, but you’re very slow,” He said, dragging out the last part of the sentence. Claire started marching in slow motion around Jack. Laughter again.
He continued on until he had an entire solar system of kindergarteners running around the space. Y/n watched as he laughed with the kids and inevitably started to ramble about how technically Max, the Earth stand-in, was moving slightly too fast for this example to be realistic. She didn’t realize she was smiling until Ryland glanced over and shot her a grin.
He finally settles them down and returns everyone to their seats. Y/n watched him for a moment longer before remembering the coloring sheets in her hand.
They sat together at her desk once the kids started coloring together. “I don’t think they’ve ever had that much fun during science,” Y/n said, her voice sincere, with a hint of something more. God, Ryland hoped he wasn’t imagining it.
“I don’t know about that,” He said, his gaze flicking quickly to her lips and back up to her eyes. Y/n noticed. Her cheeks heated up and her eyes shifted to the ground, remembering quickly that they were still working.
Ryland wanted to die. He looked up at the ceiling and wished that it would fall on him. He was saved from the awkwardness when a voice called his name.
“Mr. Grace,” A teary eyed Amaya approached him with her coloring page in her grasp. He was moving before he realized it, crouching down so he was eye level with her.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He held his palm out and let her grab it with her small hand. She sniffled and Y/n felt her breath get caught in her throat at the interaction. The way his eyes scanned Amaya for something wrong. The way he subconsciously made her feel seen. The way he knew to hold out his calloused hand. It all caused something to bubble under the surface.
“I messed up my drawing,” she mumbled, showing him the paper. Ryland looked at the page and then back at the small girl.
“Messed up? I don’t see anything wrong!” He said, embellishing his confusion slightly.
“Saturn isn’t supposed to be pink,” She sniffled again and let out a small, sad sigh that made Ryland want to tear up a little.
“Well you know what?” He asked, looking at the girl holding his hand.
“What?”
“I think pink is the best color anyway. I think that Saturn looks better in pink than any other color.”
Amaya cracked a small smile. “Pink is your favorite color?”
Ryland beamed back. “Well, I don’t know, orange is pretty cool, but pink is too.”
Amaya giggled and let go of Ryland’s hand, bouncing back to her seat. He stayed crouched on the ground, watching her go back to her seat for a while longer.
It was at this moment that Y/n subconsciously noticed how strong his shoulders looked through his still damp shirt, which clung to his muscles in all the right places. She shook her head as he stood up, like it would remove the thought from her brain.
“You’re really good with them, you know.” Her voice was quieter. It sent a warm tingle down Ryland’s spine. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quickly.
Y/n giggled and looked back at the students. He opened his mouth to try again.
“Well, statistically speaking, it’s easier to induce dopamine at that developmental stage.” He noticed the way her lips curved into a smirk and her eyes slightly narrowed in confusion. “Their baseline for excitement is much lower than in adults, so small achievements tend to produce disproportionally strong reactions. So like,” He took a breath, realizing he was still staring at her lips, and moved his eyes to meet hers. “High return on minimal input situation.”
Y/n rolled her eyes and laughed, lightly shoving his shoulder. “That was a lot of words to say that I was right.” He smiled and pressed his shoulder into hers.
They sat together until Y/n went up to give the next instructions. Her eyes kept wandering over to his frame, sitting in a tiny, blue chair meant for a five year old. The older kids helped their kindergarten partners put their things away and start their reading work.
Y/n started picking up markers that had fallen on the floor. Ryland followed suit. He stopped at Amaya’s seat, noticing how Saturn was bright pink with orange rings around it. He smiled softly and went to pick up the orange marker at the same time that Y/n did. Their fingers brushed, and at first Ryland pulled back, startled by her presence, letting out a quiet gasp.
Y/n let out a small giggle, and quickly clapped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. He rolled his eyes at her laughter, but smiled despite himself. They cleaned up quietly, enjoying the last moments together.
“Alright, kinders! Let’s say bye to our middle schoolers!” Y/n said as the eighth graders lined up with their bags.
“Bye!” The class shouted. The middle schoolers waved and filed out of the room, Ryland hesitated outside the door. Y/n stood in the doorway, wanting to see him as long as she could before closing the door.
He turned from Y/n to his class. “Start walking to the bus, I’ll meet you there. Gotta ask Miss Y/n what grade you guys should get.” The class groaned but started walking anyway.
He turned back to Y/n. “I uh,” what was he doing? This was a terrible idea. “I, well, you,”
Y/n smiled and he completely forgot whatever it was he was trying to spit out. In a moment of foolish bravery, his mouth moved faster than his brain.
“Would you want to go out with me?” He breathed out.
Y/n smiled, looking at the ground, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. She looked back up at him, cheeks flushed. “I’d love to.”
He let out a sigh of relief. There was something about the way she looked at him. The way her eyes flitted down to his lips and then back to his eyes. He forgot himself for a moment. His lips went crashing into hers. It was a little clumsy, and a little rushed, but his lips were soft, and molded nicely with hers.
He pulled away, breathless, eyes a little wild. Y/n leaned against the door, not registering the students behind her talking and coloring.
“I‘ll see you later,” he mumbled as he walked backwards, eyes still trained on Y/n. He stumbled only twice before he turned around and walked towards the school bus waiting for him in the rain.
He was startled as he climbed on board and was greeted with applause.
“Yeah! Get it Mr. Grace!”
“Finally did it!”
“You wanted her so bad!”
“It was like an awkward nerdy soap opera!”
He rolled his eyes but smiled as soon as he sat down. Now he just had to survive the date.
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chasing comets | eva stratt x female! OC (part one)
faceclaim: emmy rossum
pairing: eva stratt x courtlyn grace (wlw/sapphic)
Description:
"𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳." - 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘦.
IN WHICH, Courtlyn Grace and Eva Stratt are brought together under extreme orders that they figure out a way to save the sun.
CHAPTER WARNING// Drug use, implied sexual things, and other forms of self harm.
"... You're smart. You'll figure it out." Ryland's voice on the recorded log brought a sad smile to Eva's lips. "Another thing before the log ends," she saw him mull over his next words. "I do have family. A sister. Can't remember where she was the last time I saw her, but she's somewhere out there." Eva's smile faded, face pale. Ryland Grace had family. "Find her. Help her. That's the least you can do for me." The emission of the log turned black.
── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
Courtlyn held her arms up as she danced, her back against some random man she found in the sea of people as she found herself lost in the music and the feeling of the man behind her.
She felt his hands gripping her waist as his hot breath was wafting into her face. He smelled awful, but this was a club. Everyone smelled like absolute shit.
Courtlyn was smiling, her vision of course was blurry and her brain was foggy. The small voice in the back of her was dormant after the amount of alcohol she had drank that night just to forget everything that lead to here there. It's a private club somewhere in San Francisco. She didn't know the name, she didn't care to. What she cared about was to forget everything. Let someone ruin her in ways she didn't know was possible. No one can stop her this time.
"Let's get out of here." The man, nasty breath and all, whispered to the brunette. She giggled, nodding.
However, before Courtlyn could be dragged away to a smelly old motel, she was taken from the man's hands. The brunette struggled against the tight grip on her arm, she already knew who it was and she wanted to be far away from the woman as possible.
The man was about to argue, but Stratt cut him off, pulling out a babge that shut him up. "Eva Stratt. I'm sure you heard of me." Eva said, folding the bage back in half as she put it in her coat pocket. "This woman is under strict watch of the government. I don't think they'd think too kindly that you're trying to ruin her."
"He's not ruining me. I want it." Courtlyn said, tugging out of her hand, yet didn't make a move. Eva would follow anyways, no point in hiding in the club.
The man paled, backing away from the two woman. Eva looked at Courtlyn now, "Courtlyn, we are leaving."
"Can't you go fuck off or something?" Scoffed the drunken girl, who stumbled away and towards a bar. Stratt sighed, going after her. "You don't need to fucking babysit me damnit."
"No, but your brother said to find you." Eva said, as she slid into a seat next to Courtlyn. The brunette huffed.
"Like he cares. Ryland always had his head in the clouds, then when everything fell apart he resorted to isolating himself." Courtlyn said. Eva raised a brow, but didn't mention how similar that was.
"Let's get you cleaned and sober, we still need you're help." Eva said.
"What part of, I'm not smart, don't you government assholes understand?" Courtlyn asked, "Ryland was the science nerd. I was the lego nerd. Different things."
"You graduated from Stanford with a PhD in molecular science. You went to multiple robotic fairs, won two of them, and pursued a major in--" Eva Stratt was surprised when Courtlyn grabbed her by the collar and held her up with a tight grip.
"And look where that got me." She hissed, "leave me the fuck alone. I don't care what you think I can do, or what Ryland said about me, but it's not true. I can't help you, and I would rather the world die before I help it." She shoved Eva away from her, stumbling a bit. "Leave me alone." She turned back towards the bar, ordering a drink. Stratt sighed.
"Whatever you think will happen, Courtlyn. Won't. You have my word." The red head stepped closer to her, standing still.
"I've heard that before." Scoffed the woman.
"Don't help to save the world, help because it's what Ryland would've wanted. What he sacrificed to get the beatles safely to Earth." Eva leaned close to her. Eva Stratt smelled of musk and old coffee. Courtlyn kind of liked that smell.
Courtlyn looked at her, the glass pint of alcohol being sat in front of her now. "I'm not like Ryland." She said.
Eva Stratt shook her head, "no, your not. You won't be Ryland, ever." She said, "you'll be yourself. You don't need to live up to him, he'll be proud."
Eva Stratt wasn't one to comfort, nor give speeches that didn't involve a bunch of people in suits. She wasn't used to it, but if it helped her get Courtlyn Grace to agree to be a part of Project Horizon, then she'd try. Courtlyn took her pint and downed it, slamming it upside down on the bar. "Lead the way Madam Director." Courtlyn said, looked at the woman again. Stratt fought a smile. This time she might do it right, they have what they need to save the sun. No unnecessary sacrifices. Not anymore.
This is also on Wattpad. It's only here and on Wattpad,no place else. Hope you like the story. Working on chapter two still.
I'm watching doctor who as I make this snippet or so post to tell you guys about my Eva Stratt x OC on Wattpad. My user is northstarhasfallen and my name there is Simon Grace (will be changed to Courtlyn-Simon Grace later).
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conventionally younger | eva stratt x female! reader
pairing: you and eva stratt
For the people who just want eva stratt and not ryland grace (even tho I love him, I just need eva rn)
you're a scientist who is working under Stratt, and who has gotten away with a lot of things. Like flirting. A LOT of flirting. Have fun fam!
Suggestive themes, nothing wild.
"have you noticed how brightly the stars are shining whenever you're outside?" You asked, eyes pointed at Eva, who tried to not react with how close she could feel you. "Almost like they were made for you!" The stars were especially bright above the two women.
"I do hope you understand that I'm a decade older than you." Whilst Eva was forty five, you were only thirty five. Younger and a little less experienced than the madam director standing next to you.
"I said what I said." You commented, playing innocent. Eva blinked at you, then shook her head with her jaw tensed. It was bad obviously, you should be helping Grace or any of the other scientists with the Astrophage problem, not flirting with your boss.
"you need to be working, the sun is dying and you're trying to get me in bed." Eva looked at you.
"I'm not trying to get you in bed. Only wanted to ask you out on a very special date before the world ends if this hail mary plan goes to shit." You were bold, she'd give you that.
"we're on a ship." Eva looked beyond bored at this point.
"there's a cafeteria." You said, grinning.
"it's not exactly special, is it?" Eva asked.
"give me a break here," you scoffed, turning to the stars, "I'm not exactly a god at asking out hot people."
Eva's breath hitched. No one's called her that in, well, in a long time. She wasn't bad looking, but with the wrinkles coming in and the frown lines and everything else that was wrong with her, she'd have thought someone wouldn't really notice her. Especially after she became the boss of everyone. "I'm not..." When did she become so shy. She cleared her throat. "Absolutely not, don't do that."
You turned to her, noticing the flustered cheeks. A smirk became apparent on your lips. "Do what?" You teased, leaning in slightly. Eva was definitely warmer, that's for sure. "Maybe you need to relax a bit."
Eva was surprised by how bold you're becoming in her flustered state. Maybe she could relax a bit tonight. With you in her company. "Yeah, okay." She was quiet. But honestly, the way you stared at her made her heart jump. You grabbed her hands, tugging her with you. You kissed her once, twice... Maybe thrice. You didn't know, all you know is that the woman you pinned for, for ages, was willing to try a complicated relationship.
Even if the earth and sun were dying, you could be human with someone that night. So completely human.
Okay, it's short, but I left it open for interpretation for everyone. How was it?
Hear me out, Eva Stratt x younger!reader but no, you’re not a scientist, nor an engineer, assistant, NOTHING. You don’t even work for Stratt. Actually- You and her have been dating for YEARS, since you were still in college serving coffee to pay bills, when you met Eva with her outrageously specific order. You guys are literally the opposite; at least in appearances, you both are. But you two connect so well that it didn’t matter to neither of you. You didn’t even study anything related to the matter, you study literature and desire to become a poet!
Now, during the project, Olesya and Grace tease her a little for how closed and private she is, but when she sighs, opens up, and tells that she actually has a lovey dovey softie younger girlfriend waiting for her once the Project finishes, they just stare and yell “WHAT?????”
summary: before ryland grace was sent to space against his will to save the sun and earth, he was a part time companion to t/n. They were a Timelord, someone who was very important to Ryland until they disappeared one day, leaving him wondering if his time with them was up. Now on Erid, living on an alien world and constantly consuming his 'meburgers', he felt at peace finally. Until his savior from years ago needs to be saved.
Pairing: Ryland Grace x Timelord! Reader
Main Key: Timelord Name: t/n
Keep in mind, these chapters are gonna be short.
Ryland had the dream again. Vivid and real, a memory that resurfaced perhaps. His brain has been a lot more fuzzy now that he's on Erid, strange things resurfacing again like he's been there before. The crisp air in his dream always felt fresh, nothing artificial about it. He felt... Better than his time here. He knew he should feel a little grateful that the Eridian's even took him in, let alone creating him a bio-dome.
He always lets his hand reach out to grasp the air, feeling the breeze brush between his digits. Then his eyes would see the face. Blurry yet familiar, something buried deep within his brain. Soft hair that blew in the wind, deep and dark eyes that stared at him like he was the most important man in the universe. This person, he knew, watched worlds fall and rise for hundreds of years.
This person held their hand out, rings cluttered each and every finger like trophies from past experiences. They collected humanity, loved every one of the people they've met. Never gave up on them. They saw the good, and forgave the bad. Ryland saw this person as an enigma, he knew that. With his hand reaching out, he felt the cold metal against his own fingers as the person gripped his hand.
"how long do you plan to stay?" The person asked, the question echoing in his head for the millionth time.
He felt his lips turn upwards. He smiled, gripped their hand and spoke: "as long as you'll have me." He has answered back. It was a genuine answer.
The person gripped his hand back, turning their eyes back to the vegetation they stood in. Everything was a lot different than earth. Nothing here was Earth.
Ryland woke up when the alarm he set on Armando had started to play. Loud and blaring that it made him cover his head and groan. "Off. Armando, please, turn that off." The alarm halted as Ryland tried to sleep in. He was up late last night with Rocky trying to fix something at the edge of the dome. Sure, other Eridian engineers helped, but those two had worked later than the others. If Adrien hadn't dragged them away, then they would've stayed until the next day.
As he drifted again, he paused his mind on the eyes of the person he kept dreaming about. "Anomaly detected." Ryland jumped at the sound of Mary's automated voice that the engineers had integrated into his very Eridian styled home. The blonde sat up in a daze, red lights flashing inside of his house - he didn't know they did that as well - Ryland felt his heart race when the waves outside of his beach house started to act up. System malfunction. He'll die if something happens to the dome.
Ryland scrambled out of bed, grabbed his glasses and went to his closet to grab the Xenonite suit Rocky let him keep. "Blip A detected." Mary said. Ryland looked startled as he zipped the suit up.
"what?!" He yelled, going to his window as quickly as the suit would let him. It wasn't very quickly mind you. The place was out of control, waves crashing onto the sand and the bio-dome hemisphere was creating clouds that absolutely shouldn't be in the sky. "Mary, scan for the anomaly." Ryland said.
"scanners offline." Mary replied.
"now?!" Ryland found himself frustrated. He left the window, going down the steps and towards the front door. He left the house, finding himself staring at the chaos that was happening. It was raining. Actually raining. They didn't program that in.
He left his house and slowly stepped into the sand as he heard a noise. Something wasn't right here.
He walked further, and that's when he saw it. It was... A house? Plain and white. Was that a picket fence and grass? "What the --?" The door opened, steam coming from the inside. Then a hand snapped out, gripping the door frame. Ryland jumped back, nearly falling down. A person stumbled out and held onto the fence. They had messy hair, smoke simmered from their body as they coughed.
"whoa," they said, standing up straighter now. "Have you got the time?" They looked at Ryland now as he stuttered for an answer. "Have you got old?" They stumbled to him and grabbed his shoulders. "You have! My goodness Gracie, you're so old now." Laughed the person.
"what?" Ryland looked lost.
"why are you wearing such an ugly space suit. Mine is way cooler than that." They pulled from him. "Oh, I feel a bit faint." They said. "Maybe going through that nebula at an unbelievable rate messed up my regeneration. Could have! Oh, but it was so beautiful. You'd have loved it!" Then they wobbled. "Oh..." Before they fell to the ground, the door to the house shut loudly as the artificial ocean and sky settled.
Ryland Grace was now left with so many unanswered questions... And a headache.
I clicked something by accident so now I'm stuck asking a question. Anyways, no update schedules and idk how long this story will be. Enjoy.
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