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Lyle Rath Core

Officer?

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Pairing: Ryan Magee x Reader

Summary: You see Ryan in the officer costume and suddenly your view on him changes

Warnings: implicit Smut

A/N: I never write this stuff omg this is emberassing please ignore me

It might sound cliché but working with Supermega is full of surprises, there is nothing to expect, no predictions for what would be done and even if there was a video planned, whatever happened in it was still up to imagination.

That being said, you could already tell in what kind of direction the video they were currently filming would go into, judging from the cloud of smoke wafting through the building.

As their makeup artist you were not needed for today but that didn't mean you wouldn't be invited. And even if you weren't, the office was still a homely place to hang out from time to time. There was always at least someone still working or just chilling out.

Opening the door just a little more so that you could slip inside the recording room, you could already hear the very distinct sound of Ryan's giggle echoing throughout the entire area.

After exchanging a few "hi's" and "hello's" you let your gaze wander to Matt and Ryan, trying to understand what they had planned or were in the process of doing. As the realization of a pumpkin bong hit you, you couldn't help but laugh a little, that certainly was creative. The bigger your surpise was though when it actually seemed to work and people took turns hitting it, not complaining about the taste as much as you had expected.

Soaking in the quite chaotic scene in front of you, you couldn't help but appreciate Ryan's costume. Given the fact that it was quite corny, all with the "officer tipsy" and of course the typical trademarked shorts, he still made it look more than good. Very good actually.

A little too good maybe.

It wasn't just the uniform, it was his hair and how it was styled underneath the equally corny hat, it was the way that he just stood there, looking around the room as he took another drag of his blunt that he had seemingly conjured up out of nowhere.

And of course, the way he blew the smoke out of his mouth while looking straight into your eyes.

He looked stoned out of his mind, gifting you a smile after his eyes widenend a bit upon seeing that you were also among the other crew now. Reciprocating the smile, you forced your eyes to look at something different, those thoughts were getting really inappropriate for a workplace and especially when those thoughts were about your boss.

Although calling Matt and Ryan your bosses sounded weird to everyone, it was still a fact that you were painfully reminded of in those few seconds that his eyes seemed to pierce into your soul, it was probably just because he was high, let's be honest, how telling can a mere look be? At least that is what you repeated in your head over and over.

You knew Ryan for almost a year now, being introduced to him through Matt, his best friend, those thoughts had never plagued your mind once. So why were these things surfacing now? You guessed that he had always been rather good looking but still- this type of appreciation of someone's looks felt different than just a simple "You look good".

"You good there?" Slowly shaking your head, you realized that Luke had been trying to get your attention for some time now. "Uh yeah, just the smoke and all, makes me dizzy" you offered an apologetic smile which he returned, although looking a little more concerned than you would have liked. "You know, you can smoke too if you want, got a blunt right here." He held it in front of you, waiting to see if you'd take it. Still unsure of how to deal with your improper thoughts about someone you had up until now only considered as a friend, you simply took it and thanked him. With a quick pat of your shoulder he went back to his equipment to check the sound quality.

A few hits was all it took for you to already feel a tad bit lighter, so light in fact that you had not even noticed that the recording session had seemingly ended. The crew was chatting amongst themselves while some exclaimed to go outside for some fresh air, Matt included.

Not knowing what to do with yourself, you simply just stood next to Luke and his Laptop, trying to make sense of whatever program he was using on there and that is when you noticed a movement in the corner of your eye. "Heyy, sorry for only noticing you so late, were you here the whole time?" Luke and you looked up at Ryan as he approached, Luke's attention was swiftly drawn back to his own stuff while yours wished that it wouldn't over analyze the man in front of you right now.

"Oh, oh no don't worry! I just came in." You were definitely stumbling over your own words, what the hell was up today? Maybe you were beginning to come down with something?

"Damn and you're already smoking? Man we are a bad influence." he giggled quietly. In a way he was right, before you had moved to L.A to work with Supermega you weren't really down with the drugs so to speak. And even if they were the ones who had gotten you into it, at least you felt like you were responsible enough about it.. well maybe except for today.

Waving your hand in a dismissive gesture you gave him a sympathetic laugh, uncertain what to even say.

His eyes were really beautiful-

As the thought crossed your mind you instinctively looked down at your feet, jesus christ. Is that really all it takes? A cheap halloween costume and some nice hair?

"Anything wrong?" oh great, the second time someone asked, really sly today, aren't we?

What was there to say? 'Oh it seems that I suddenly find myself being quite infatuated with your looks and by the way also your personality which I had never realized until now'. Nope, that wouldn't do.

"Yeah just uhh-" Eyes darting around the room, searching for an excuse. "Just when I came in like there were people and it overwhelmed me.. and stuff"

'People' was Ryan and 'Overwhelmed' was an understatement.

He looked at you for a moment, a contemplating expression on his face. "I get that don't worry, you wanna come to the kitchen with me? Wanted to grab myself something to drink anyway. Besides it's way cooler there also." Oh.

Oh no.

You had agreed to come with him, also just grabbing a drink, praying that someone else would be there in the kitchen with you and yet; empty.

Grabbing a soda from the fridge and subsequently sitting down on one of the bar stools that stood by the kitchen counter, you watched as Ryan did the same and it became quite apparent that he was still high since he started snickering at the squeaky sound that the carbon caused when he slowly turned the cap of the bottle.

His laugh though, you couldn't help but start smiling. It was so contagious and that is when you realized how much you actually liked him. He was staring at something, probably spacing out now and it gave you a chance to unapolgetically stare at him for but a little while.

His peachy skin, the beautiful brown eyes, his beard, and the way his hair seemed to always and effortlessly be able to frame his face just right, he really was pretty.

And it wasn't just that, there were multiple nights where both of you had stayed up until morning, either in person or on the phone, talking about all kinds of different topics. Sometimes about grief and life, sometimes just about silly ideas for sketches or you begging him to at least try eyeliner for once in his life.

In the early days when you just began to work there, you were overwhelmed, often going into different rooms at get togethers or parties since the crowds of people, even if they were your friends, still made you anxious. And he was the one that followed you. Often you had spent entire parties just with him on the balcony. Drinking in peaceful silence and opening up to each other. He wasn't one for parties either if he was honest. He enjoyed them but you and him had agreed that a social battery could so easily be drained.

Maybe you just wanted to repress that all, maybe there was something after all.

"Do I look funny to you or why that dreamy smile?" Ryan looked perplexed as he noticed you staring at him, admiring him almost, but he couldn't know that.

You shook your head. "No, you just look really pretty" Before you even realized what you had just said, the words had already left your mouth, leaving you to just deal with the shame that now washed over you. "What?" He blushed a little, only a slight tint of blood rushed to his cheeks and he looked.. almost bashful?

"That was really inapropriate, oh god I'm sorry" You uncomfortably shifted in your seat, alarm sirens going off in your head and then there was this strange urge to just run away in a full sprint, however you seemed to be glued to your seat, fidgeting with the skin between your fingers.

Out of your periphiral vision you saw him turning towards you, shifting in his seat.

"You know what?"

Tears were forming in your eyes, of course you had to fuck it up like this. 'You know what? You're fired'. You already saw it in your mind, how he would later go to Matt and tell him how uncomfortable you made him, your tears were threatening to spill as-

"You're also really pretty"

Your head shot up, looking at him with something that can only be described as 'shocked suprised'.

"Actually, you're like the prettiest person I know."

Again, his gaze pierced into your soul, he was looking directly at you. Still in that corny costume that you liked so much on him. He laughed breathlessly:

"Man, weed makes me too honest sometimes.. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable now"

His eyes were still on yours, shaking you head slowly, reassuring him that you were okay. More than okay actually.

Suddenly your mind went foggy as you noticed that you were only mere inches away from each other. His eyes were darting between your eyes and your lips and you felt yourself leaning more and more into him.

"I dunno if that's a good idea" you whispered with an unsure smile.

"Then let's find out together, okay?"

Barely being able to give him a little nod, he closed the gap between the two of you. His lips felt so soft against yours and you could taste the weed as you kissed him.

A quick kiss, to see if it was okay, and then you seperated. Not far from each other though.

"Good idea?" Ryan whispered, giving you the sweetest and most genuine smile you had ever seen.

"Yeah"

And then his lips were on yours again in an instant, his teeth scraping ever so slightly at your bottom lip and before you had even realized, he had pressed you against the cold kitchen counter, pulling you against him by placing his hands onto your hips with a featherlight touch, as if he was afraid that you could break if he wasn't careful enough.

Both of you still high, yet more so of the kiss than any drugs, smiling into the kiss and putting your arms around his neck, having him dip down just a little more.

The two of you released from each other for but a moment, just admiring one another. "I like this outfit you know.." You said, mindlessly picking at the fabric around his back. He chuckled lightly. "Wanna know something?" "hm?" He gave you a mischievious look that you had never really seen before. "Think there were also handcuffs that came with it." As your face started to redden, Ryan couldn't help but start giggling.

Quickly pulling yourself together again though, you gently placed a hand onto his cheek, directing his gaze towards you once again. "Well then, I guess that piques my interest, Officer."

Gamemaxxing like crazy rn

Got a multichapter Zach Hadel X Reader fic in the drafts.. c.c

should I post it?

{ I am not shaming anyone it's just not for me 😭 }

Spent so much time on Instagram that I forgot I can like all the freakistuff on here again without having to worry about anyone I know seeing LMAO

This how I feel fr

Adorable Miku

I had nothing to post for thanksgiving rn. But here. I did imagine what Miku look like of my own version of the Arachnid realm. So I drew her. Hope you fellas like this.

Okay, what the fuck

I had some NSP on in the background (My favorite band out there and don't you disagree, they are actually the best)

And like, am I tripping or ist that Zach in the brown beanie?

Nah man this is insanity.

When I tell you that I watched this like 100 times without ever noticing the Oney Gang lmao, funny how recognition works

Shabbat Shalom!!

Happy Hanukkah

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