Congrats on the 450! Here’s to 500 and beyond, because you deserve it! May I request #4 (“I love you!” - “I love me too; good decision!”) with Jeremy please? Thank you!
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Being asked into the Achievement Hunter office to record a few videos with them was always quite the experience and you never truly knew what to expect from it. This time you had managed to be roped into playing a few rounds of GMOD Trouble in Terrorist Town with them and had been having quite a good time with it.
“Okay, last round,” Geoff said as a new round started.
You checked the bottom corner of your screen to see the word Traitor written in the bright red bubble looking back at you. Biting back a grin, you hurried your character through the map to try and find a target. However, several of the guys had itchy trigger fingers and despite actually killing Geoff, it had somehow come down to just you, Jeremy, and Michael being the only ones who were still alive.
“Lil J, take ‘em down,” Michael laugh rang in your headphones.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Fuck you, Michael. You killed Ryan and Trevor, it’s definitely you.”
“You killed Geoff in cold blood!”
“He backed me into a room and was aiming a gun at me!”
In the midst of your little tift with Michael, you spotted Jeremy’s character coming around the corner and he immediately aimed his gun at you. “I don’t wanna do it, Y/N,” he said, slowly edging closer to you. You made a very offended noise and attempted to walk backwards away from Jeremy but only backed up into a corner.
“Then don’t! Go kill Michael! He killed Trevor as soon as the round started!” you argued, quickly opening up your secret traitor menu.
Michael let out a slight laugh, “In my defense, Treycs shot me to shit last round for no reason so it was just a revenge kill.”
Suddenly, Michael’s character came barreling into the room and you closed your menu to point your gun at him. Almost instantly the audio degraded into the three of your screaming at one another in an attempt to prove your own innocence while those who were already dead tried to stifle their laughter.
“Jeremy, I love you!” you shouted.
Jeremy made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, “I love me too; good decision!”
Without another word, you heard a gunshot and your screen went black before proclaiming your lose and the victory of the innocents. Everyone else in the room let out a shout of joy and you just huffed loudly and folded your arms over your chest as you glared up at the webcam pointed down at you.
“Jeremy, you’re celebrating the fact that Michael shot your girlfriend between the eyes,” Jack laughed loudly.
Can you do #22 and Trevor? Just fuck me up with some mushy fluff and maybe a touch of angst?
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After nearly two hours of a cyclical argument as you followed Trevor from room to room of your house you were nearly ready to pull your hair out. He was determined to go into work early, earlier than he normally does, despite the fact that he had been up half the night coughing up a lung and hadn’t slept for more than an hour. His voice was nearly gone and he was moving at snail’s pace as he attempted to get himself ready for the day.
As he made it to the front door, keys in hand, you finally had enough and got between him and the door. He looked down at you with tired, bloodshot eyes but before he could even say anything another coughing fit came up and he turned his head to cough into the crook of his elbow. You sighed and shook your head as you reached up to grab his bag off of his shoulder and gently started to push him backwards once the coughing had died down.
“Y/N… I have to go to work,” he whined.
You shook your head, “No you don’t. Just sit down and let me take care of you. You’re going to get everyone else there sick and then no one will be getting work done. They’ll survive without you for a day, I promise.”
While you talked, you carefully nudged him around and leaned him back up the stairs to the bedroom. With a reuclant sigh, he nodded and began to disrobe before crawling back into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. “I’m gonna make you some tea and a bit of soup because I know you didn’t eat dinner last night and then you are going to get some rest,” you told him, pushing a hand through his hair.
Trevor nodded slightly and gave you a weak smile, “Thank you, Y/N.”
“No problem… I just wish you wouldn’t be so damn stubborn,” you grinned before kissing his warm forehead.
Congrats my dude! You deserve every follower you have! If possible, could I get fahc Ryan with 38? You’re gonna go far ik it. :)
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The entire vehicle seemed to bounce and nearly fly with every new turn it took, which made it very difficult to even stay seated. From beside you, Ryan let out a low, pained groan as he pressed his hands against his side. The two of you, along with Michael and Jeremy, were trying to get back to your base as quickly as possible without any further incidents. Jeremy was holding tightly to the rather large bag you had managed to get back from the Lost MC, but not without difficulty.
You twisted in your seat and carefully eased Ryan’s hands away so that you could see his injury. He had been grazed by a bullet in the mad dash back to the car. It cut him fairly deep, but at least the bullet hadn’t lodged itself in his skin. He let out a hiss as you gingerly touched the area and you glanced up at him.
“Does it hurt?” you asked softly, knowing it was probably a stupid question.
Ryan closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath, “It’s not pleasant.”
You reached under the driver’s seat and grabbed hold of a small med kit that had been stored there. Michael took a sharp turn and you nearly collapsed on top of Ryan, making him groan again. “God, dammit, Michael,” you cursed under your breath. From up front, he murmured his apologies but continued to floor it down the dirt path you were on. You opened the kit and found some alcohol and gauze, so you quickly went to work.
Ignoring Ryan’s protests and muttered curses, you cleaned the area and managed to wrap it as best as you could. “That should hold you until we’re safe,” you said softly, pushing some of his hair of out of his face. Ryan turned his head and looked back at you. His face paint had mostly been sweat off at this point and you could see the man underneath. He smiled and reached out for your hand to lift to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.
16. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.” with Aleks Marchant, please?
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At first, you’re not entirely sure what it is that wakes you up. You try to press your face further into your pillow and pull your blanket up under your chin, attempting to go back to sleep. Around you, both Mishka and Celia move from where they’re sleeping and slump along your other side in a heap. That is when you realize that your phone vibrating in the sheets was what had disturbed all of you.
Absently, you groped around the blankets until you finally came up with your phone. The bright light of your screen made your eyes squint and you let out an annoyed noise. You adjusted to the sudden light and saw a picture you had taken of Aleks at the beach over the Summer with his contact name “My Little Russian” at the top of the screen. You sigh softly and accept the call as you snuggled back down against the pillows.
“Aleks? It’s two in the morning here,” you say in a sleep rough voice.
He sighs softly, “I’m sorry… I just… How are you?”
“I’m okay,” you say, a little unsure, “Are you?”
There is a bit of silence on the other end of the phone but then you can hear Aleks rustling around as he lets out a slow breath. It sounds for a moment like he just woke up as well. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to know that you were alright,” he answers after a moment. You slowly sit up in your bed and lean back against the headboard, pushing a hand through your hair.
“I’m okay… what was your nightmare about?” you ask softly.
Celia climbs up over Mishka and hops up to curl up in your lap, her tail flicking the air as she settles down. Aleks, on his end of the phone, is quiet and you reach out to gently run a hand down Celia’s back. Finally, Aleks grunts softly in your ear, “I just… you were heading home alone and someone… hurt you and I wasn’t there and I…”
You let out a small sigh and curl up a bit more, pulling Celia up to your chest, “Solntse.”
Aleks chuckles lowly in your ear and you smile slightly to yourself. You had taken it upon yourself to learn a few simple words and phrases in Russian almost a year ago to surprise Aleks and he always sort of laughed when you used pet names on him.
“I’m okay, Aleks, I promise,” you say lowly, “You’re just in Massachusetts for a few more days, then you’ll be back home.”
He hums and sighs, “I know. I just… I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“Moi sladkiy… I love you,” you say with a smile.
Aleks only chuckles in your ear, “I love you too, liybimaya. I’ll see you when I get home. Try to get some sleep.”
One of the bonus perks of working for Rooster Teeth was the fact that about once a week there was a catered lunch for the entire company. Most of the time the lunch was something delicious from a local eatery, but sometimes it just turned up to be something less than stellar. Which is how you ended up picking at a bowl of salad with a less than enthusiastic expression on your face.
You were sat at the tables in the break area and looked around the room to see at least one or two people looking as unimpressed as you felt. However, at the next table over you spotted Chris sitting with nothing in front of him but his phone in his hands. You quirked an eyebrow as you pushed yourself up from the table and made your way over to him. You pulled out a chair and sat down opposite of him, without him even noticing or looking up from his phone.
“Chris?” you asked after a moment, clearing your throat slightly.
He jumped abruptly and looked up at you with wide eyes, “Oh, Y/N… what’s up?”
“I was gonna ask you the same thing,” you said, folding your arms on the table in front of you, “Is there a reason you’re being antisocial without any food at lunch time?”
Chris shrugged and set his phone down on the table, “I don’t like salad, or eye contact.”
His answer caught you off guard and you let out a bark of laugh before you clamped a hand over your mouth to try and stifle the sound. Across from you, Chris grinned and chuckled lowly as he shook his head from side to side, clearly pleased with your reaction. Once you managed to calm yourself, you lowered your hand and looked back at him with a smile of your own pulling at the corners of your lips.
“Well, do you maybe wanna go and grab something else to eat? I promise not to make eye contact,” you offered with a slight laugh in your tone.
Chris ducked his head slightly and nodded, “Yeah… that sounds great, but y’know… you don’t have to worry about the eye contact thing.”
You tilted your head to the side and blinked slowly back at Chris and for just a moment the two of you looked back at one another with twin grins on your faces. Finally, Chris pushed his chair back and got to his feet while pocketing his phone. “C’mon, you pick and I’ll drive,” he said, pushing the chair in and motioning for you to get to your feet.
Congrats on 450 followers!!!! Could I request 12 and 15 with Treyco? Your writing is so good I love it!!
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“You’re making a mistake. I’m a townsperson!”
People on either side of you eyed you suspiciously and some even laughed at your attempt to defend yourself. At the other end of the couch, Trevor leaned forward and slapped his hands down on top of his knees. “You’re lying, you’re blushing,” he accused, laughing loudly and gesturing wildly in your direction.
You narrowed your eyes at him, “Shut up, no I’m not!”
You lifted your hands and pressed your hands against your cheeks to feel heat rising up under your skin. “Okay, Y/N, is a the werewolf,” Greg Miller declared. You huffed loudly and threw both of your hands up in defeat as you looked around the room. Trevor grinned and shook his head, “She is very defensive for someone who is not the werewolf.”
Standing up, you pointed a finger at Trevor, “Collins, you’re my boyfriend! You either need to back me the fuck up, or shut the fuck up.”
The people on the couch, as well as the large crowd behind the camera, broke out in boisterous laughter while Trevor looked up at you with wide eyes. He raised both of his hands in surrender and slumped back into the sofa, making a gesture as if to lock his lips and throw away the key behind him.
23 miles luna or jon risinger if thats okay? whichever one you feel the most like writing! love your work, always enjoy coming back after a few missed postings and reading through them all!
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The house was oddly quiet, but you actually kind of happy for it to be that way at the moment. You understood that you were probably being a little over dramatic but being almost eight months pregnant, you figured that you had earned the right to be. You sat on the sofa, your feet propped up on the coffee table, and crossed your arms as you glared at the black screen of the television in front of you.
You could hear footsteps coming down the stairs but you refused to look in that direction.
“Babe?” you heard Miles’ voice call.
The barest of grunts was all you could muster in response. Miles’ feet shuffled across the floor and you could hear him getting closer. “I’m approaching you with romantic intent,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You rolled your eyes and scoffed slightly, tightening your arms over your chest.
“I don’t want your romantic intent,” you grumbled, “You called me a cry baby.”
Miles sighed and rounded the couch, “In my defense, you cried because you ate the last of the ice cream last night.”
“You’ve literally cried because we were out of bread before,” you spat back.
There was a beat of silence but Miles chuckled and sat down on the couch next to you. “I’m sorry I called you a cry baby. How about I go to the store and get you some more ice cream?” he offered, batting his eyes in your direction.
“Yeah… okay,” you sighed, looking over at him, “Thank you.”
To say that you were dead to the world would be putting it lightly. You weren’t entirely sure why you were so exhausted but as soon as you got home from work - late, again - you stripped down and all but collapsed on your bed. You had just barely clambered under the covers before sleep overtook you. It was a deep, uninterrupted sleep, something that you hadn’t had in quite some time.
In your sleep, you suddenly felt much warmer and wrapped up tighter. All you could do was let out a slow, happy sigh and nuzzle back into your pillow perfectly content. However, as your brain stirred slightly you became aware that it was not the blankets around you but it was, in fact, a pair of arms around your waist and a chest pressed flat against your back. You stirred awake and groggily lifted your head to look over your shoulder. A pair of all too familiar brown eyes stared back at you and for a moment you were sure that you were still asleep and dreaming.
“Aleks?” you murmured as you lifted a hand to rub at one of your eyes.
He grinned and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “Mm, in the flesh.”
You slowly turned in his embrace to get a better look at him. The longer you stared at him the more awake you became, but also the more confused you were. “You weren’t supposed to fly in until Sunday night,” you finally stated. You reached a hand out to card your fingers through his blonde hair. He only smirked and ducked his head down to kiss you softly. “I flew out early. Once we start filming 198X, it’ll be an all day thing and I wanted to spend time with my girl before that,” he murmured, casually pecking your lips between words.
You all but melted into his arms at his explanation and slid a hand down his neck, shoulder, and over his tattoo covered arm. “Long distance sucks,” you grumbled, laying your head down and blinking up at him. Aleks sighed softly and nodded before placing his head next to yours on your pillow.
“But I’m here now… focus on that. Okay, babe?” he suggested as he pulled you flush against him.
Slowly, you nodded your head and pressed your forehead against his. Your eyelids fluttered shut and you simply enjoyed feeling him there with you for the first time in a while. “You’re gonna fly out early and stay after that Spring Break shit, right?” Aleks asked as he ran a hand over your back. You only nodded your head; the warmth of Aleks’ body and the feeling of his hand on your back suddenly reminded you just how tired you had been.
“Then we’ll see eachother again real soon. Nothing to worry about.”
