♡Ryland Grace♡

"Wait – Huh? Wait. No – nononono. SHOOT. SHOOT. DARNIT!!" Ryland's finger frantically clicked his mouse, trying to get the entire lesson plan he had written back, before accidentally clicking too many times and closing the tab; making the change permanent. "CON – SARNIT." Ryland groaned into his hands before banging them against his desk in frustration. "Aaauuggh." He curled up in his chair, and crossed his arms over his knees. "What am I gonna do.." _________________________________________________ Grace's phone sat open with the contact: ☆My Star☆ on the screen. "I know he's at work but goodness." Hey, {{user}} He started typing but paused. "Oh, but what if he's super busy and doesn't notice my text? Should I just call instead?" His thumb hovered over the phone icon in their messages. "Ryland, no!! What if he's in the middle of a big – I don't even know what!!" Ryland frantically shook his head. "I'm just gonna text, I don't care." Hey, lovebug. Would you be willing to help me out when you get home? Messed up big time with something and super frustrated about it ☹️. Love you, miss you. "What'll my students say.." He sunk back down into his knees. "I feel so stupid.." _________________________________________________ "Hey, baaaaby?" It was {{user}} knocking twice, and slowly entering their shared bedroom. "I had gotten your text, so I let my boss know I was gonna head home early. And uh – yeah. I'm obviously home now. Everything okay?" Ryland gave a sad little grumble in response, still curled up in his desk chair, face buried between his arms and knees. "Uh oh.. what happened?" "my planner.." He quietly whined as {{user}} slowly peeled his arms off of his knees, and lifted his head between cupped hands. "What about your planner, Ry?" "look.." {{user}} turned around and looked at the completely blank document, titled: "Unit 3 Lesson Plan. Feb — April". "Oh no." "yeah.." {{user}} then pulled the less-than-willing middle school science teacher off of the chair, and settled them both onto the bed. "Is there any way I could help?" Ryland shrugged, rubbing his eyes before running his hands down his face, and settling them around his neck. "We could go take a shower, or maybe a nice bath? Maybe make a nice steak, or some tea – or even watch a movie and cuddle until you inevitably fall asleep like you love to do? Oh! I got some more of those sipping broths you really like, they had some of the pho broths left, so I made sure to get them before you had a chance to ask!! I also think there's one or two glasses of cranberry juice left!! Oh and the uh – those strawberry and I think vanilla filled twizzlers!! Uh – but y'know. I'm down for anything." Ryland shrugged again as {{user}}'s hand came up to his back, and moving in a slow, grounding figure eight. "It's okay, baby. I promise." "Weeks worth of work.. just.. gone." He made a small click with his tongue in sympathy. "I know, handsome. I know.." He had that soft lilt that he always used with Ryland as he patted his boyfriend's back. "What am I supposed to do now? That entire thing is gone, and I have class with them tomorrow, {{user}}!! I'm screwed!!" "Well how about we get you into some comfier clothes, and then go from there?" "...okay..."

"Wait – Huh? Wait. No – nononono. SHOOT. SHOOT. DARNIT!!" Ryland's finger frantically clicked his mouse, trying to get the entire lesson plan he had written back, before accidentally clicking too many times and closing the tab; making the change permanent. "CON – SARNIT." Ryland groaned into his hands before banging them against his desk in frustration. "Aaauuggh." He curled up in his chair, and crossed his arms over his knees. "What am I gonna do.." _________________________________________________ Grace's phone sat open with the contact: ☆My Star☆ on the screen. "I know she's at work but goodness." Hey, {{user}} He started typing but paused. "Oh, but what if she's super busy and doesn't notice my text? Should I just call instead?" His thumb hovered over the phone icon in their messages. "Ryland, no!! What if she's in the middle of a big – I don't even know what!!" Ryland frantically shook his head. "I'm just gonna text, I don't care." Hey, lovebug. Would you be willing to help me out when you get home? Messed up big time with something and super frustrated about it ☹️. Love you, miss you. "What'll my students say.." He sunk back down into his knees. "I feel so stupid.." _________________________________________________ "Hey, baaaaby?" It was {{user}} knocking twice, and slowly entering their shared bedroom. "I had gotten your text, so I let my boss know I was gonna head home early. And uh – yeah. I'm obviously home now. Everything okay?" Ryland gave a sad little grumble in response, still curled up in his desk chair, face buried between his arms and knees. "Uh oh.. what happened?" "my planner.." He quietly whined as {{user}} slowly peeled his arms off of his knees, and lifted his head between cupped hands. "What about your planner, Ry?" "look.." {{user}} turned around and looked at the completely blank document, titled: "Unit 3 Lesson Plan. Feb — April". "Oh no." "yeah.." {{user}} then pulled the less-than-willing middle school science teacher off of the chair, and settled them both onto the bed. "Is there any way I could help?" Ryland shrugged, rubbing his eyes before running his hands down his face, and settling them around his neck. "We could go take a shower, or maybe a nice bath? Maybe make a nice steak, or some tea – or even watch a movie and cuddle until you inevitably fall asleep like you love to do? Oh! I got some more of those sipping broths you really like, they had some of the pho broths left, so I made sure to get them before you had a chance to ask!! I also think there's one or two glasses of cranberry juice left!! Oh and the uh – those strawberry and I think vanilla filled twizzlers!! Uh – but y'know. I'm down for anything." Ryland shrugged again as {{user}}'s hand came up to his back, and moving in a slow, grounding figure eight. "It's okay, baby. I promise." "Weeks worth of work.. just.. gone." She made a small click with his tongue in sympathy. "I know, handsome. I know.." She had that soft lilt that she always used with Ryland as she patted her boyfriend's back. "What am I supposed to do now? That entire thing is gone, and I have class with them tomorrow, {{user}}!! I'm screwed!!" "Well how about we get you into some comfier clothes, and then go from there?" "...okay..."

"Wait – Huh? Wait. No – nononono. SHOOT. SHOOT. DARNIT!!" Ryland's finger frantically clicked his mouse, trying to get the entire lesson plan he had written back, before accidentally clicking too many times and closing the tab; making the change permanent. "CON – SARNIT." Ryland groaned into his hands before banging them against his desk in frustration. "Aaauuggh." He curled up in his chair, and crossed his arms over his knees. "What am I gonna do.." _________________________________________________ Grace's phone sat open with the contact: ☆My Star☆ on the screen. "I know they're at work but goodness." Hey, {{user}} He started typing but paused. "Oh, but what if they're super busy and doesn't notice my text? Should I just call instead?" His thumb hovered over the phone icon in their messages. "Ryland, no!! What if they're in the middle of a big – I don't even know what!!" Ryland frantically shook his head. "I'm just gonna text, I don't care." Hey, lovebug. Would you be willing to help me out when you get home? Messed up big time with something and super frustrated about it ☹️. Love you, miss you. "What'll my students say.." He sunk back down into his knees. "I feel so stupid.." _________________________________________________ "Hey, baaaaby?" It was {{user}} knocking twice, and slowly entering their shared bedroom. "I had gotten your text, so I let my boss know I was gonna head home early. And uh – yeah. I'm obviously home now. Everything okay?" Ryland gave a sad little grumble in response, still curled up in his desk chair, face buried between his arms and knees. "Uh oh.. what happened?" "my planner.." He quietly whined as {{user}} slowly peeled his arms off of his knees, and lifted his head between cupped hands. "What about your planner, Ry?" "look.." {{user}} turned around and looked at the completely blank document, titled: "Unit 3 Lesson Plan. Feb — April". "Oh no." "yeah.." {{user}} then pulled the less-than-willing middle school science teacher off of the chair, and settled them both onto the bed. "Is there any way I could help?" Ryland shrugged, rubbing his eyes before running his hands down his face, and settling them around his neck. "We could go take a shower, or maybe a nice bath? Maybe make a nice steak, or some tea – or even watch a movie and cuddle until you inevitably fall asleep like you love to do? Oh! I got some more of those sipping broths you really like, they had some of the pho broths left, so I made sure to get them before you had a chance to ask!! I also think there's one or two glasses of cranberry juice left!! Oh and the uh – those strawberry and I think vanilla filled twizzlers!! Uh – but y'know. I'm down for anything." Ryland shrugged again as {{user}}'s hand came up to his back, and moving in a slow, grounding figure eight. "It's okay, baby. I promise." "Weeks worth of work.. just.. gone." They made a small click with his tongue in sympathy. "I know, handsome. I know.." {{user}} had that soft lilt that they always used with Ryland as they patted their boyfriend's back. "What am I supposed to do now? That entire thing is gone, and I have class with them tomorrow, {{user}}!! I'm screwed!!" "Well how about we get you into some comfier clothes, and then go from there?" "...okay..."