Whats-her-name Writes

Ryland Grace x knitter!Reader

A/N: I am currently working on the fox sweater! I just have a few more rows of the back panel to do! I want it to be done by October. The fox sweater is what made me watch the movie.

I also imagined this taking place before the events of the movie and the reader makes the fox sweater for him after they get married to avoid the sweater curse.

- Ryland first noticed your sweater. It was a chunky grey cardigan with a loon on the back. The kind of sweater you’d wear to a cabin by the lake on a fall afternoon. He needed to know where you got it. 

- All hints of the anxiety of approaching a stranger in public vanished with the greater need of finding out where you got your sweater. 

- The little cafe across from the library is where you spend your Sunday afternoon after the local knitting/ fiber arts circle has finished up for the day. Standing by the counter waiting for your drink you hear a tentative voice “Sorry to bother you, I’m just wondering where you got your sweater? It’s amazing!”

- A tall man with shaggy blonde hair and glasses practically falling off his face is beside you. You are concerned for his glasses but you reply "Oh thank you! I made it actually.” 

- Ryland was thinking if you hadn’t bought it from a bougie boutique that you might have found it at a thrift store. Of course it’s handmade! 

- He asks you other questions “How long did it take to finish?” “Did you draft the pattern yourself?” Instead of leaving after getting your drink like you usually do you two sit down and the conversation evolves from there.

- He doesn’t mean to match your routine with the cafe. It just happened to be close to his apartment and the coffee wasn’t putting a dent in his wallet while also tasting like dirt. But here he was next Sunday grading papers when you walk in. 

- You have a different sweater on, a deep green with intricate cables. You notice him while at the counter and he gives you a shy wave. Drink in hand you go over and the conversation flows like it did last week.

- Every Sunday you go to the knitting circle in the public library, then to the cafe across the street to meet with Ryland. Sometimes you two have conversations about his job or whatever article he read that morning but some days it’s just you two sitting at the table while he grades papers and you work on whatever project you have on the go. He remembers your coffee order after the second hang out.

- Your Sunday cafe hangouts soon graduate to other outings. The local museum has an exhibition on the history of yarn spinning. You two go and you gush about all the different kinds of wool that come from what sheep. Ryland is reading every info card that explains the science behind every object and technique. He can’t help but smile when your eyes light up with inspiration.

- He also takes you to the science museum on a rainy day to show you an exhibit on programming and how weaving looms and the knit and purl stitch was used in its development. When the crowds get too thick he puts his hand on your lower back to guide you through. Even when the crowd clears through he still keeps his hand there for a few minutes longer.

- He even came with you to knitting circle with you one day to clean how to crochet bean bags. You grab his hand to readjust the hook in his hand, not seeing how he looks at your face in adoration rather than watching you demonstrate the motion needed.

- You usually like having music or something on the TV as background noise as you knit or do other crafts but you found that having Ryland explaining an inaccuracy in a show or just telling you something silly one of his students did is the perfect noise to work on projects too.

- You don’t think of yourself as oblivious but on one of the days where you two are sitting on your couch, he’s crocheting and you’re knitting, sharing a bag of sour skittles. You can’t imagine a better way to spend your day. 

- After work you had to run to the local yarn store, they had stitch markers of all the planets in the solar system. Ryland would love these! He’s been using a paper clip to keep track of his end of round. While a paperclip is practical, these stitch markers wouldn't snag the yarn.

- You two meet up at a park not far from where Ryland worked. It was early fall and the air was starting to cool, school had just started and Ryland just needed some time to breathe after the chaos of the first week back. You found a bench close to a pond. “I found these at the yarn store the other day, now you can use the paperclip for its intended purpose.” You reach into your bag and pull out the stitch markers and hand them to him.

- “Thanks (y/n), look, they even put Pluto in here.” He’s inspecting the stitch markers. Without thinking he just leans over and places a kiss on your cheek. The moment he did that you both stiffened. 

- “Oh no, I don’t know why I did that.” He’s panicking, thinking he just ruined the friendship you two had. “I think I just need to go home and take a nap. My brain obviously is not working.” He stutters out as he starts to stand. Before he can fully stand you grab his arm and pull him back down. 

- If he’s subconsciously being bold, so will you. You bring your hand up to his opposite cheek so he’s now facing you, leaning in without hesitation you kiss him. After the initial shock wears off another wave of shock comes over Ryland. You start to pull back, thinking you greatly misread the situation but Ryland pulls you back in. 

- A year ago you never would have thought the guy complimenting your sweater would now be sitting with you by a pond with his arm draped over your shoulders telling you about the pond's ecosystem as you worked on your project.

Thank you for reading!

Lars Lindstorm X Fem!goth!reader

Synopsys: Lars pulls a goth girl.

- Lars meets you through Karen. You two were friends who met in college. He hears you two have long conversations over the phone the few times he’s over. After graduating you moved out of the country in search of adventure while doing freelance work.

- Lars has heard stories about you but hasn’t seen any photos of you. From what he hears you’re a sweet person. 

- After years of moving around you figure it’s time to find somewhere to settle down and relax. Missing your friend you decide to rent a small apartment in town and see how you like being back in a small town.

- Giving yourself a few days to settle into your new apartment you get ready for dinner with Karen and her family. 

- Pulling up to the house you make your way to the door with a bottle of wine as a gift. Knocking on the door you hear Karen yelling for someone to get the door while a child is crying in the background. Within seconds the door is opened to reveal a tall man with a mustache and a brown cardigan. 

- Lars didn’t know what he expected Karen's friend to look like, maybe similar to herself. But the woman standing in front of him was draped in black velvet and lace that reminded him of a character from an Anne Rice novel. 

- He stood there frozen, as his brain was rebooting. The woman gave him a small smile and a soft “Hello.” Before Lars could move Karen came from behind him and hugged the woman at the doorstep saying how much she missed her.

- Dinner went by with Karen and (y/n) mostly catching up like no time has passed since they left school. The night ended with more hugs and plans being made from Karen on the front porch.

- He leaves at the same time, walking you to your car but keeping his distance. Before getting into the car you turn towards him as he makes his way to his door “have a goodnight Lars, it was nice meeting you.” Your dark lips pull into a smile and your bracelets jingling as you wave at him. He gives you a short wave and disappears into his home. Closing the door he watches as your car's lights fade as you drive further down the road. He can’t help but wonder what the velvet of your dress would feel like.

- The next time Lars sees you it’s out by the lake. He’s sitting by the waters edge enjoying the calmness when he sees something emerging from the woods nearby. It’s you, carrying a small pouch. You look up as well, realizing you recognise who's sitting by the water. You’re wearing a more practical outfit compared to when he first saw you. 

“Hi Lars, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Hello. What were you doing in the woods?”

“Oh! Just seeing what I could find.”

- You crouch down close to him and pull open the pouch. Inside are a few small agates and other pretty rocks along with rosehips.

“No bones today but I like finding nice rocks for my plants.”

- He’s a bit miffed by the bones part but you two spend some time along the lakes edge looking for nice rocks. Again he walks you back to your car.

- You two run into each other by the lake a few more times before making it a regular occurrence. Looking for rocks and other treasures or just to have a moment of calm by the water. Karen jokes that you spend more time with Lars than she does with you. 

- You don’t realize your first date is a date at all. Lars takes you to the tree house him and his brother used to play in. He helps you up the rope ladder and you two lay there watching the sun sink. Little bats are flying overhead silhouetted by the moonlight as you two lay on the wooden platform and watch. Not quite touching but close enough as to not fall off.

- You almost fall when going down the rope but he steadies you by grabbing your waist before you could fall back. Lars is definitely stronger than he looks under those sweaters.

- After that day there’s an unspoken understanding between you two. You two will go thrift hunting or antiquing on weekends after church. He’ll come over after work to have dinner at your apartment. He loves coming over while you’re redyeing your hair, he’ll sit on the edge of your bath tub while your music plays in the other room. He checks to make sure you got the back of your head.

-On rainy nights he'll read to you while you two are wrapped in blankets on the couch watching the rain hit the window.

-Of course you watch him chop wood.

- All goths have some basic DIY skills. If one of his sweaters starts to unravel or his coat gets a tear you’ll mend it or add a patch of scrap fabric for him. He’ll be wearing a piece of clothing you mended for him and seeing the black thread or patch makes him think of you and his face gets warm.

- I know for a fact Kurt is a little jealous that Lars pulled the goth girl. Everyone in town is wondering how that happened. But he’s such a sweet guy, how could it not?

A/N: Written by an actual goth girl so you know its authentic. No AI was used to writ this.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction so please excuse any awkwardness and grammer mistakes. No AI was used to write, just my silly train of thought.

Synopsys: Fem!Caretaker!reader moves in with her social butterfly grandmother to help take care of her. Shy reader meets equally shy Lars.

Lars first notices you at church, he knows the elderly woman in the wheelchair but not you. Your grandmother was a member of the church since she moved to the small community after your grandfather passed, saying she needed a change in scenery. You on the other hand were new. 

Over the years your grandmother's health and mobility have been on the decline. You, also needing a change, moved into her small home to help. 

Your grandmother is a very social lady. She makes a point to greet every person at church before taking her spot at the back of the church. You, unfortunately, are on the shy side. Shifting your weight and nodding along at the conversation the other church ladies are having with your grandmother. Only being in town for a week you’re still learning everyone's name.

Making your way to the back while everyone else takes their seats your grandmother makes an astonished gasp making you look up. “Lars! You snuck right by me! How you doin’ sug!” The tall man sitting at the end of the pew looks up from his hands to meet your grandmother's eye. “Hi Mrs. (Last name), I’ve been fine.” Lars starts to say before noticing you standing there. His eyes shift down again to his hands. “ Oh Lars! This is my granddaughter (y/n)! She came down last week to help me out. Isn’t that sweet!” Your grandmother gushes while waving her hands eagerly while going on about you like any proud grandparent would. Before either of you could get a word in, the sermon starts and you shift her chair to look at the front of the church, sneaking a hesitant grin at Lars’ overwhelmed face.

After the sermon is over and people start making their way outside, your grandmother saying her goodbyes to everyone walking past. You didn’t notice with all the small talk but Lars has slipped past you two once again. 

Making your way to the doors of the church was daunting. The church being an older building did not have a wheelchair ramp. Earlier some of the other church goers helped you carry your grandmother and her wheelchair up the steps, now most had left to get a good seat at the local diner for breakfast. With a sigh you turn her around and start making your way down one step at a time. At least if you fell your body would cushion her. 

With your head turned to watch your feet on the steps and your grandmother chirping about not falling you barely hear a voice saying they could help. Lars is in front of you two, picking up the wheelchair by the front wheels and helping you walk her down. “Well isn't that nice of you Lars! My (y/n) is strong as an ox. Don't get me wrong! But it’s nice to have a strong young man like you ‘round!” You can’t help but to let out a chuckle at your grandmother's antics. Lars on the other hand has a flush to his face that reaches his ears.

You start wheeling your grandmother to the car once you reach the bottom, Lars is following behind as your grandmother starts telling him about how she used to run up and down all kinds of steps in her youth. You glance behind you to look at him “we couldn't get her to sit still, you should have seen her chase after a fox that got too close to the chicken coop.” Lars let out a soft chuckle as your grandmother laughed and went into the story from your childhood. 

Once at the car you open the passenger door ready to lift your grandmother in but before you can Lars is already lifting your grandmother out of her chair with ease. Of course your grandmother is enjoying this so you just step aside and let him put her in the car.

Lars straightens out after shutting the car door giving you another hesitant glance. “Thank you for your help Lars, we really appreciate it.” you say before he looks down again. “I don’t mind,” he says under his breath. Your grandmother rolls the car window down “Lars! You don’t be a stranger! You come over whenever you like!” With another timid chuckle “well I better get her home, her show will be on soon.” Walking over to the drivers side you turn back around and he’s already jogging off while saying over his shoulder “bye Mrs. (last name)!”

You let out an exhale as you sit in the driver's seat. Your grandmother is still chuckling while waving after Lars.

“He’s a peculiar one but he’s got a good heart.”

“Oh yeah?” You question while pulling out of the parking lot.

“Oh yes! The poor boy lost his girlfriend last year.” You feel your heart sink for the nice man you just met.

Your grandmother continues, “But get this! You remember how I told you on the phone there was a man with a doll for a girlfriend! That was him! Poor soul! I spoke with Karen, his sister in law at the grocery store and she said he was in a delusion! I’m not one to judge, Lord knows but I pray for him.”

Your grandmother changes the subject to how cute Karen’s child is and how fast they’re growing. You keep your eyes on the road as she continues to chat. As your grandmother said, who are you to judge? You think about all the romance novels you’ve read over the years and how lost you would get in the story. 

After your first month in town you fall into a routine with your grandmother. There is now a chill in the air and snow threatens to fall. You bring your grandmother to church every Sunday morning and after you park you always notice Lars is there waiting to help your grandmother up the stairs. He becomes part of your Sunday routine, grandma always invites him over for tea and cake after helping you get her down the steps but he has yet to accept. You don’t hold it against him.

The snow comes the next day. Grandma is in the kitchen baking some treats to go with the fresh snow. You’re dreading having to shovel the driveway after coming back from running errands. First the pharmacy, the grocery store, then to renew your car insurance. The snow has luckily stopped while at the grocery store but you definitely need to get it out of the driveway before it piles up with the next snowfall. Turning into the driveway to your surprise, the snow has been cleared. Even the porch and steps have been swept from snow.

You doubt your eighty-something grandmother came out here and cleared the snow. Grabbing the groceries from the trunk of the car you make your way inside after knocking remnants of snow off your boots. The warmth of the wood stove hits you along with the smell of baked goods, peering into the living room you see your grandmother in her arm chair with a stiff looking Lars on the couch enjoying a cookie. Grandma's favourite talk show playing on the TV.

Your grandmother hearing you come in looks at you with a big smile on her face. “(y/n)! Look who came by to help with the snow! I swear he smelt my baking from down the road and just used that as an excuse to come over and have some.” She joked.

Smiling at Lars, the bags you’re carrying start to slip. Noticing, Lars gets up off the couch and without asking starts taking the bag from you. His hand grabs yours as he reaches for the handle, you see him flinch.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine. Promise.”

You’re not entirely convinced, you watch him set the bags down on the kitchen counter, his back is towards you and his shoulders are held up. Walking up behind him you gently place a hand on his back and lean over to see his face. His face is blank but his eyes have an emotion you cannot place, you remove your hand as he turns to face you his body is still rigid.

“I promised Mrs. (last name) I’d chop some wood for you two.” Before you could respond he’s getting his boots on and making his way out back. Grandma is too engrossed by her program to notice the strange interaction.

You just watch from the kitchen window as Lars chops the wood and carries it into the shed. He looks up from his task and sees you watching, you hurry to put away the almost forgotten groceries hoping he didn’t think you were strange. You were just making sure he wasn’t actually hurt!

Lars hasn’t come in yet so you walk to the front door and see him making his way down the driveway.

“Lars!”

He turns around and walks a few steps back towards where you stood on the porch.

“I know I say this every time but I really appreciate all the help you give. Please, let me pay you for the driveway. Hard work needs to be rewarded!” You dig around in your pocket for the bills you had left from the grocery run.

“No! It’s fine! I don’t mind helping you and Mrs. (last name)” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want you feeling taken advantage of.”

“I’m sure” He gives you a soft smile.

“Well you’re always welcome to come by for tea and cake, I know grandma enjoys your company.”

“Maybe next time I come over you can watch me chop wood again?”

Your face heats up but you let out a shy laugh.

“I’d love to watch you chop wood Lars, I’ll even sit out on the porch next time.”

It’s a bit of a funny way of wording it but that’s how you genuinely feel. His smile reaches his eyes this time. Before he turns back towards the driveway, Lars reaches a hand out and hesitantly places it on your shoulder. He keeps it there for a few seconds feeling the soft fabric of your sweater, lifting his hand he turns around and makes his way down the driveway.

Your grandmother opens the window in the living room, “Bye Lars!” She shouts after him.

He turns back, waving at her before jogging down the road.