Summary: Prompt from Anon: Library au where they both need the same book but there’s only one copy left?
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Summary: A typical podcast becomes very interesting.
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Summary: “Goddammit!” Kerry shouted at his tv, having failed his mission for the umpteenth time. “I’m about ready to throw this controller through the goddamn window!”
How about a fic where Ray accidentally drops an entire ice cream cone on Joel’s head, which Joel takes a challenge, and they have an ice cream war of throwing spoonfuls at each other. Kind of like Kung-shoe, but ice cream.
And this isn't exactly what you asked for, but hopefully it works!
When asked afterwards Ray would swear up and down the street that it was an accident. Joel just happened to be sitting where Ray happened to throw his ice cream on accident. Its not his fault his coordination was only good during video games. Which is why, when an angry Burnie confronted Ray and the aforementioned older man about the Great Ice Cream Fiasco of 2014.
On what was seemingly an unassuming Wednesday, Ray was taking a much needed break after a long day of recording. And as an adult at an adult company, he decided to take a spoon and a carton of vanilla ice cream and sit in the break room shoveling ice cream as fast as he could without getting brain freeze. He failed. While Ray, in a totally not over dramatic way, was literally rolling on the floor groaning about his ice cream headache Joel walked in immediately laughing at Ray’s plight.
“Don’t laugh asshole, this is a serious medical condition!” Ray whined as he took his seat back at the table.
“I know thinking hurts your brain Ray, but I’d hardly call that a serious medical condition.” Joel replied smirking as he walked to the fridge to get a snack for himself.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Just because you’re too old to understand the joy that is ice cream doesn't mean you have to ruin the fun for everyone.” Ray replied, maturely sticking his tongue out, and going straight back to his ice cream. His ice cream bliss was rudely interrupted by Joel slamming his own carton of ice cream next to him, in a challenging manner.
Now, a normal person would have maybe jumped a little bit. Maybe let out a little yell. Ray was not a normal person. Instead he screamed, flailed his arms and nearly fell out of his chair. Now this would have been fine, except for the fact his hands had been tightly gripped around his ice cream container. Or rather, just a container now, as all of the ice cream flew out of the container upon Ray’s surprised jump. Some was on the floor, some on the table, but most had ended up all over the face of one pissed off looking kinda old man. It took a few seconds for everything to register to Ray.
“Oh shit! Oh shit,” Ray began to panic, “I am so sorry dude! Let me hel-” rays please of forgiveness were horrifically cut short by Joel upending his own ice cream, chocolate, all over Ray’s head. Slowly ray took in a deep breath before taking off his glasses slowly and placing them on the table.
“This. Means. War.” Ray stated through clenched teeth as he tackled Joel to the ground and began to rub ice cream all over the other man’s shirt. Once Joel shook off his surprise, he returned the favor in kind, wiping ice cream on Ray’s shirt and eventually just putting more ice cream on Ray’s face. They struggled like this for a few minutes before they were interrupted by a loud cough.
Both men froze and looked up to see the visage of their boss glaring at them. Upon further observation they also saw most of the achievement hunters, the RWBY crew and Barbara cackling about how great an RT Life this was going to make.
“Morons. This gets cleaned up in before lunch or we need to have a talk.” Burnie said, rolling his eyes at his idiotic employees before turning to address the rather sizeable crowd. “And the rest of you, get back to work!”
And with that it was over. It took all of two seconds for Ray and Joel looking at themselves before they both burst into shared laughter over their disheveled states. It took two more seconds for them to realize they were in a bit of an awkward position, with Ray on top of Joel, nearly plastered to the older man with wet ice cream. It took half a second for Ray’s face to burn red underneath the chocolate ice cream.
Quickly Ray jumped to his feet, offering his hand to Joel to help him up. Joel raised an eyebrow before taking the younger man's hand and getting off of the ground and onto his feet.
“So, uh. That was something,” Ray broke the silence nervously, bringing his right hand up and rubbing his neck while looking at the mess they made.
“That it was, not necessarily a bad thing either,” Joel said side eyeing Ray. “Though there is one thing I regret.”
“And what’s that?” Ray replied as he started to gather cleaning supplies.
“I never did get my snack. I have you to blame for that.” Joel replied slowly walking over to Ray.
“Yeah I am really sorry about that! Can I make it up to you?” Ray asked eagerly, suddenly realizing how close Joel had gotten. When he turned to face Joel he found that they were barely inches from each other. Ray began to wonder if the burning would ever leave his face. Joel’s smirk turned predatory.
“I can think of a few things” Ray swallowed the lump in his throat. “Starting with lunch today after you clean up.”
“Lu-lunch?” Ray squeaked before coughing and getting his voice under control. “Yeah totally cool! That makes sense with the no snac-what was that about me cleaning up?” Ray’s momentary bliss was cut short by the realization Joel wanted him to clean the whole mess. “No we made this together, we clean this to-” Ray was once again cut short, this was beginning to become a thing with them, by Joel shutting Ray up with a rough kiss.
It later occurred to Ray, as he was cleaning the mess alone, that the kiss was mostly used as a manipulation tactic to get Joel out of cleaning duty. It also occurred to Ray that they had a lunch date later, and that he had quite a bit of time to plan revenge.
Hey guys! It's me. Whiteeyedemissary AKA Kole. I'm switching this blog over to mainly Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter Blog so yay!!!! I will still occasionally post Teen Wolf and other stuff (will tag things accordingly). But it's still me.
Rating: PG (vague mention of sex)
Summary: The entire office bothers Joel and Ray since it's their first Valentine's Day together. However, the two don't plan to celebrate on the day, so it leaves the entire office confused. Joel plans to celebrate White Day (March 14th) instead of Valentine's Day--which leaves the office even more confused than before. They may look like they're celebrating late--but they really aren't.
Word Count: 2019
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Excerpt: “Nah.” Ray said as he shook his head. “Probably nothing special.”
“No fucking?” Michael asked. He nudged Ray's arm. “No V-Day Special Fuck?”
Ray sighed. “No, Michael. No fucking. No nothing. No plans.” Ray paused. “Shut the fuck up.”
Michael backed away in his chair and frowned, pretending to be hurt. “Goddamn, Ray. Fine. I was just messin'.” Michael put a game in his Xbox. “Sorry for bothering.”
“It's Valentine's Day.”
“Yeah?” Ray cocked his eyebrows. “Gee, I had no idea, Michael!” Ray replied sarcastically, a scowl on his face.
“Well, I just thought you should be reminded.” Michael paused. “...You and Joel gonna do anything?”
“Nah.” Ray said as he shook his head. “Probably nothing special.”
“No fucking?” Michael asked. He nudged Ray's arm. “No V-Day Special Fuck?”
Ray sighed. “No, Michael. No fucking. No nothing. No plans.” Ray paused. “Shut the fuck up.”
Michael backed away in his chair and frowned, pretending to be hurt. “Goddamn, Ray. Fine. I was just messin'.” Michael put a game in his Xbox. “Sorry for bothering.”
It was true—Ray and Joel had no plans. It's the day of Valentine's Day and they didn't buy gifts, make plans—they weren't even going to eat out. It's their first together, but they weren't going to make the best of it. It confused Michael greatly, but it was obvious that Ray did not want to talk about it anymore.
Gavin walked into the room just then. “It's Shag Day.” Gavin commented. Ray rolled his eyes.
“Not according to Ray, it isn't.” Michael commented.
Gavin looked over to Ray. “You two aren't going to shag?”
“No.” Ray mumbled, keeping an eye on his monitor despite he wasn't playing or editing anything.
“You guys are lame. First year and you're being bloody boring.” Gavin scoffed, shaking his head. “Meg and I have plans.”
“Yeah?” Michael asked. “Good job, boi!” Michael scooted over and fist-bumped Gavin. “Proud of you.”
Gavin chuckled. “Yeah! I'm assuming you have plans with Lindsay?”
“Why the fuck wouldn't I?”
Ray took a deep breath and shut his eyes, attempting to tune out the Valentines talk.
“What's this about shagging on Valentine's Day?” Geoff asked as he took his headphones off. “Completely missed it.”
“Oh, Ray's not fucking Joel on Valentine's Day.” Michael replied.
“Tell everybody.” Ray sighed, resting his head on his hand. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Michael chuckled. “I'm just so surprised.”
“I thought you would be one of the first people to fuck. You and Joel are like, sex-craving freaks.” Geoff added.
“Since when was I a 'sex-craving freak'?” Ray asked.
“I dunno. I just assumed.” Geoff mumbled and shrugged.
“Shut the fuck up.” Ray groaned. “Please, stop judging me.”
“Oh, we're judging.” Michael crossed his arms. “Valentine's Day is the perfect day for fucking.”
“Yeah. I know. I noticed. Now shut the fuck up.” Ray slowly grew more and more irritated.
“Hey, Ray. What are you doing for Valentine's Day?” Ryan asked, tuning in to the conversation.
“Oh my God.” Ray stood up from his seat. “Fucking enough. Goddamn, I don't care. I'm doing NOTHING. Nothing for Valentine's Day. Joel agreed to it, okay?” Ray's voice had risen. “So shut the fuck up! It's annoying as hell. If we were really doing something, I would have told you by now. Get off my fucking back and take my word for it!”
In the room above the Achievement Hunter office, Joel could barely hear Ray's voice. He pursed his lips and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I knew this would happen.” Joel mumbled to himself as he shook his head.
“What are you doing for Valentine's Day?” Burnie asked, apparently not hearing the commotion downstairs.
Joel, however, was in the same predicament as Ray—Burnie would not stop asking what he was going to do on Valentine's Day.
“Burnie. Stop.” Joel grumbled.
“What are you doing for Valentine's Day?” Burnie repeated, getting up from his computer chair and standing behind Joel.
“I already told you.”
Burnie repeated the question again. This time, he leaned in closer. “Tell me.” He added.
“Nothing.” Joel replied, and he shrugged his shoulders.
“I refuse to believe it.” Burnie stood back and crossed his arms. “Nobody does 'nothing' on Valentine's Day.”
“Well, believe it or not, people actually do 'nothing' on Valentine's Day. And those people happen to be Ray and I.” Joel paused. “So shut your fucking face. I'm not going to answer your questions anymore.”
Burnie stood, dumbfounded, and sat down once he realized that Joel was being serious. He sat down and went back to work on his computer, not speaking another word to Joel that day. He realized that it was probably too risky.
So, once they got to go home, Ray traveled with Joel instead of Michael. “Thanks for taking me home.”
“No problem.” Joel smiled as they were at a red stoplight. “What, were the others giving you trouble?”
“Yeah.” Ray sighed. “I don't want to talk about it. They're idiots.”
“I heard you yelling from upstairs.”
Ray felt his face turn red. “Yeah?” Ray paused. “Well, they really were bothering me. I swear, every one of them asked me what I was doing—except for Jack. At least he respects me and my decisions.” Ray leaned back into the car seat.
Joel pressed on the gas when the light turned green. “So, you just wanna go home?”
“Yep.” Ray sighed. “Sorry.”
“It's all right.”
It was silent all the way home. When Joel got to Ray's apartment, he gave Ray a little peck on the cheek—and Ray quickly hurried out of the car. He mumbled a quick “I love you” and ran inside, planning on moping around on his couch for the rest of the night—he didn't want to think about Valentine's Day for the next year.
He had a feeling that Joel would like to have done some things in honor of Valentine's Day, but Ray was glad that Joel was understanding.
There was next year, after all, assuming that Ray would be up for it.
The next day, the two traveled to work together—still silent as ever. Ray had no idea why. Even going into work, they didn't speak other than a little 'bye'.
When Ray walked into the room, all of the men looked up from their computers. “You're here late.” Michael commented.
“Am I?” Ray glanced at the clock. He had no idea that he had been running late. Maybe Joel did.
“Yep.” Michael smirked, a 'knowing' look on his face. “You guys did fuck, didn't you? A late fuck, that is. I mean, look at your hair. It's messy as fuck.”
Ray pursed his lips and he moved his hand up to touch at his hair—which, for some odd reason, was disheveled. Ray didn't know how it happened. Ray sighed and shrugged. “No.”
“You had to fuck.” Michael insisted.
“Nope. Didn't even cuddle on the couch.” Ray replied as he made his way to his computer desk.
“Damn, dude.” Michael said with shock. “I honestly thought you were fucking with me yesterday, but apparently you weren't.”
“Told you.” Ray replied, a proud smirk on his face. He wasn't even mad about Michael insisted that they fucked anymore—a proud feeling washed over Ray. Everybody expected Joel and Ray to use their day 'wisely', but they didn't even spend time together at all. They completely ruined the others' expectations, and it made Ray extremely giddy that he could pull it off.
Meanwhile, Joel walked into his own office. Burnie looked up from his computer desk. “Lame.” He mumbled and then looked back to his monitor.
Joel tossed down his backpack and shrugged. “Yeah? Hi to you, too.” Joel rolled his eyes and sat down in his desk.
“You guys didn't even fuck.” Burnie commented.
“Yup.” Joel paused. “We didn't even hang out.”
Burnie turned around, his eyebrow raised in question. “I don't know whether to feel angry or surprised.”
“Why are you and the others' so obsessed with the two of us fucking?” Joel asked, shaking his head. “Makes no fuckin' sense. I don't ask you if you and Ashley fucked, do I?”
“No. But we did.” Burnie nodded, full of pride. “Now you know.”
“Thanks. Just what I've always wanted to hear.” Joel replied sarcastically. “Sorry that we're a boring couple.”
Burnie shrugged and turned back to his computer again. “Whatever. I won't bother you anymore with it. It was kinda fun the first day but now it isn't.”
Joel didn't expect that to come out of Burnie's mouth, but he was glad. He took a deep breath and leaned back into his chair.
He needed to think of something to get for Ray next month on White Day—March 14th.
White Day occurs the month after Valentine's Day, and it's typically meant for the guy to give a gift (in returned) to their loved one. Joel was thinking of roses. It was Ray, why wouldn't he?
But instead of the usual red roses, Joel would get white ones. Hence the term 'White' Day and, actually, would be better than chocolates or jewelry.
So, fast forward a month. Joel walked into work, a White Rose bouquet in hand. He held it behind his back, knowing that it wouldn't help either way.
The first person who happened to be right outside of the Achievement Hunter office was Michael. He looked over and furrowed his brows. “What are you doing?”
Joel shrugged. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, you know. Hanging around.” Michael replied, quickly pacing over to Joel. He stepped behind Joel and pointed. “White roses, huh? I can only think of one person.” He paused. “But you fucked up the color, dude. Ray loves red roses.”
“I know.” Joel replied.
“So why did you fuck up and get the white roses?” Michael asked, crossing his arms.
Joel smirked and walked past Michael, not willing to answer. He, instead, opened the Achievement Hunter door and walked in, making his way around the messy room. Ray looked over from his monitor, and surprised look on his face. “The hell you doin' in here?” Ray asked, setting his controller down. It appeared that he had been playing a video game—Joel hoped that he wasn't in the middle of recording, but he couldn't tell. Out of the corner of his eye, Joel saw Michael walk in and stand beside the two.
Everybody in the room stopped what they were doing—Joel was often rare coming into the room when he doesn't have an Achievement Hunter video to record. Geoff noticed the roses in his hands and squinted at him. He pointed at them and made gestures to the rest of the men in the room.
“Ray.” Joel commented.
“Joel?” Ray asked, confused. “What's up?”
Joel shrugged. “Well, today's White Day. So I figured that I would get you a gift.” Joel pulled the roses out from behind his back, and presented them to Ray. “So, I got you roses. I would have gotten red but, since it's White Day, I got the white ones instead.” Joel smiled. “Happy White Day.”
Ray chuckled. “I'm pretty sure that isn't how it goes, but all right. I'll accept it.” Ray grabbed the roses and held them towards his chest. Ray smiled and stood up from his computer chair, wrapping his arms around Joel and pulling Joel closer to himself.
The other men watched in awe. When the two pulled away, Michael spoke up.
“The fuck's a 'White Day'?” Michael asked. “It looks like you're doing a late celebration of Valentine's Day.”
Joel shook his head and he turned to face Michael. “Not really. It's not late, at all.”
Michael opened his mouth to speak, but he shut his mouth immediately afterward and took a deep breath. “You guys are weird.”
Joel and Ray looked at each other, exchanging another smile. “Yeah,” Ray replied. “I guess you could say that.”
