#game+grumps+reader+insert

[charlie-daltonn]

Can someone request something for me to write because I have nothing better to doooo??? Please

[rt-reader-inserts]

Dating Danny would include? (He's my favorite Not so Grump)

So much singing. Good singing, bad singing, singing through giggles, serenades, duets, all the singing.

You definitely have to stand on your toes to kiss him, and he’ll sometimes give you a mischievous smile and stand on his toes as well before eventually leaning down to meet your lips.

Danny walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, either resting his head on top of yours or peeking around to see what you’re doing.

Lots of forehead kisses.

He loves being the little spoon just as much as he loves being the big spoon; he loves being held by you, the feeling of your head resting against his back as your arms pull him closer.

Whenever he struggles with sleep paralysis, you’re there to talk him down from the panic; then, you either cuddle him until he can fall asleep again, or the two of you just talk about anything and everything as you wait to watch the sunrise.

Even if you’re not all that interested in sports, you’ll watch the NY Giants with him and cheer along, doing your best to keep up with the rules of the game (which Danny is more than willing to help out with.)

[ilskaswriting-blog]

Guess who’s back...

BACK AGAIN! Say thanks to @aplaceforrtprompts for inspiring me with their writing! Also, just in case you’ve forgotten who I am, my old writing blogs were @thelocalhapinins for RT stuff, and @goddammitross for GG stuff - and my main blog is @ryantheweirdguy. ANYWAYS! INBOX IS OPEN, I AM HERE, AND ALL I NEED NOW IS YOUR PROMPTS SO I CAN WRITE AGAIN!

[goddammitross]

Hey Guys... Prompt me?

SO. Yeah. I haven’t updated much since late last year / early this year for many reasons. One such being a number of mental health issues, of which I am currently hospitalised for.

SO - a practice of trying to do a pleasurable activity is something I hope to do by writing, because I used to love it so much and then that switched. I’m happy to give it a try now though, because I want to attempt to try and like and enjoy it again.

So prompt me. Please!

And please, please don’t be upset at me for not doing the prompts I currently have in my inbox - I’m sure those with depression understand my struggle.

Much love, Amanda (READER INSERT FIC REQUESTS ONLY!)

[goddammitross]

So  hiatus took forever...

I apologise! First family stuff, then my anxiety ramping up over the holidays, and now (and for the next three years) full-time Uni!

Anyways, if you’re okay with an unreliable posting schedule (because hah, I love you guys but I’m at uni for my dream career) then just keep sending me requests for the following: one-shots, flashfics, and tsf’s. Please remember that sometimes prompts for certain things (eg. oneshots) might not work for me and become something else (eg. a tsf), and other times it’ll work so well and something (eg. a tsf) will become something more (eg. a oneshot).

Now, whilst I’m fiddling with the look of the blog, keep sending me your requests. I’ll get to them one day, I promise!

[goddammitross]

A quick peek at the planning of a new Danny x Reader story.

> Cue Danny having no idea what to do, and saying to Arin at some point “Do you remember how this whole thing started? You asked me about ‘the one that got away’. God, she wasn’t the one that got away - she was the love of my life, and I just abandoned her! I left her in Paris, expecting to talk again when she got back to the States, but-” hiccup, “But I was just selfish, and cruel. God, what have I done Arin? She doesn’t even want to be friends with me!” 

Please, please please, keep in mind that this is the planning stage of a story. This preview, whilst likely to happen in the story, might not happen. 

[goddammitross]

Back at ya’ with this prompt from @imaginegamegrumps: Imagine Dan making you soup when you’re sick. OMG, he’s so cute in those gifs. So cute.

When your boyfriend Danny had gotten home and seen you all wrapped up in a blanket, as if you were some sort of hors d’oeuvre, he had been concerned to say the least. He had immediately ran over to the couch, where you had been laying for the last four hours, and had questioned you incessantly. Are you okay? Do you need anything? Have you taken any medication? Have you called a doctor? When you had mumbled when he had finally given you a moment to answer, his eyes had widened, as if they were attempting to imitate saucers. Your voice was croaky, and you could barely talk. Danny had immediately shot up from where he had sat near your mid-section, and had ran down the hallway. He soon ran back with a bottle of that disgusting, cherry-coke flavoured medication and a small measuring cup for you to take it with. He put those down on the table, ran into the kitchen, and then returned with a tall glass of water. After which he poured out the correct dosage of the syrupy medication, and insisted that you take it. You wanted to refuse, because God that stuff was absolutely disgusting, but you couldn’t vocalise your thoughts. So you shook your head - that is until Danny sighed and gestured for you to just take the damn medication and be done with it. So you did, with a grimace and as much protesting as you could whilst still voiceless. You quickly rinsed your mouth out with the water Danny had grabbed you, finishing the whole glass in just under a minute. As much as you didn’t like the medication, and as much as you ended up drinking the water so quickly, it did offer you some relief. So you sighed, slowly letting the breath out, and then back in, before shuffling until you were laying down again. You hadn’t taken notice of it, but during that process Danny had taken his phone out from his pocket, and had presumably called the doctor. “Alright babe, doc’ says you just need to rest and recuperate, and we can see him tomorrow morning.” He smiled gently at you, “Now, which soup do you want? Chicken and corn, or vegetable?” You untucked your hand from the blanket, and stuck up one finger, signalling to your boyfriend that you’d prefer the first option. “Alright. Now, Y/N, you need to get some sleep, ‘kay? I’ll wake you up when your soup is ready.” With those kind, and reassuring words you let your eyes flutter close. For now you would sleep, and let Danny take care of you.

[goddammitross]

Barry x reader? Prompt 22 please :) “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” WC: 1152 I don’t know which list you wanted this from, so I went with the drabble list:)

You couldn’t stop staring at him. Whether he was recording something, editing, or even doing something as mundane as eating – he was just so… handsome at everything he did. So you took whatever chance you could to admire him, but always looking away when it looked like he might turn around. Which wasn’t a lot, since he was so focused - yet another thing you admired about him. You could stare at him all day, and you would have done so willingly, had Suzy not surprised you by sitting next to you, on your desk.

“Staring again?” “No!” you answered just a little too quickly as you turned to face her, causing Suzy to smirk at you slyly, “I wasn’t.” “Sureeee.” She replied, dragging the ‘e’ for what you would deem too long, “You totally were.” You cheeks turned red, more so than they had been when she had initially surprised you. The amount of times Suzy had caught you staring at Barry were – well, you couldn’t really count them. She always caught you staring at him, even if you were out in a large group and were across the room or table from her – she caught you, always. And she always teased you too. “You’re so cute, Y/N.” she teased, “You know, if you told him you liked him, I don’t think he’d turn you down.” “No!” you burst out, “No. Suzy, I don’t even have the courage to ask for extra ketchup at McDonald’s, let alone to tell a guy I like him. Telling Barry that I have a crush on him is something that I just can’t do.” Suzy frowned, giving you a pitying look, before she stood up and walked away. She knew when to concede to you, understanding that it was a sensitive topic. What Suzy couldn’t understand, however, was how you couldn’t see how Barry liked you too. For now she would just cross her fingers, and hope that you would figure it out one day soon.

Later that day, or rather early the next morning, you finally gave up and were ready to go home. The light of your computer screen dulling, before turning off completely; it was a relief, to say the least, because now it would no longer irritate your eyes. You took your headphones off, putting them on the table beside you, and folded your arms, resting your head on them for a brief moment. You were tired – no, you were absolutely exhausted and more than ready to go home. Looking forward to your comfortable bed, you stood, and were about to grab your bag, when a hand landed on your shoulder. You bolted upright with a scream, and turned around so quickly you were sure you were at risk of getting whiplash. After such a fright, and happening in such a short span of time too, you doubled over and wrapped your arms around yourself, in an attempt to catch your breath. “Wow,” the person who had surprised you said, “Didn’t mean to scare you there.” “Sure you didn’t,” you huffed, “Asshole.” You were sure the person, whomever they were, would have walked away after you comment; so you felt it was safe to stand up, red cheeks and all. You came to regret your decision instantly, because there you were you stood, in all you breathless, red cheeked, messy haired glory, in front of Barry. “Oh shoot – I’m so sorry Barry!” “Don’t worry about it, Y/N.” he smiled gently at you, “Sorry for having scared you.” You stood still at his reply, not that it gave you a shock of any kind – it’s just that you were too embarrassed to say much about anything. You were sure if you opened your mouth again, that the only words that would come out, were words of apology. You were ready to snatch up your bag and run, when Barry opened his mouth to speak. Despite him having apologised to you, you were sure he was going to say something awful. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Oh God, you thought, what could he mean by that? Apparently you had spoken your thoughts out loud, because Barry responded. “I know you look at me when you think I’m looking the other way.” You backed up, mostly out of embarrassment and a futile attempt to further yourself from the situation, and were suddenly right against your desk, “I just want to know one thing… Why?” You opened and closed your mouth several times, imitating a pet goldfish. You couldn’t find the words, let alone the air, that would allow you to respond. As you had said to Suzy earlier in the day, you just couldn’t tell Barry that you liked him; which is why, you reasoned, you should be grateful that he had either figured it out or someone else had told him. But you weren’t, grateful that is, because now you had to deal with it. “Uh, why, uh-” you scratched the back of your head, “Why what?” “Why do you keep staring at me?” he frowned, “Do I have something on my face? Did I forget to shave a spot? Have I got a pimple? Look, it’s not that I don’t mind you staring at me, it’s just-” “Woah, hold up a second,” you cut Barry off, “What do you mean by you ‘don’t mind me staring at you’?” Barry stood staring at you awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, before he replied. “I thought it was pretty obvious, y’know – the fact that I have a massive crush on you.” He let out a large sigh, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, “I have since you started working here.” “That was almost a year ago Barry!” “I know! I know! I should have said something sooner, but-” “Stop!” you burst out, “Stop! Stop!” “Oh god, what is it? You don’t like me back do you? Have I just royally messed up our friendship?” “No!” you laughed, “No you haven’t. I like you too, Barry.” You both beamed as you said this, “It’s just that we could have been dating for almost a year now, and instead we were running circles around each other like a pair of idiots.” “Hey! I resent that comment,” he chuckled, “but at least we’re both at fault, right?” “Right.” You smiled again, “We’re two peas in a pod, you and me. How we were clueless for the better part of a year, I’ll never know.” “Well,” Barry licked his lips, wetting them, “At least we’re not clueless anymore. Which, uh, reminds me-” you nodded, signalling for him to continue, “Would you, uhm, do me the absolute honour of being the other pea in pod? My girlfriend, I mean.” “Barry,” he looked at you hopefully, “There’s nothing that could make me happier.”