Today I'm Feeling

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."

they are so in love it's actually disgusting.

For them I might even step out of my comfort zone and write something else than x Reader

I HATE SEEING WHATSAPP NOTIFICATIONS POP UP I HATE SEEING WHATSAPP NOTIFICATIONS POP UP I HATE SEEING WHATSAPP NOTIFICATIONS POP UP I HATE

[except for those of @moosemink]

A Heartstruck Collision - CH3

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Masterlist

Pairing: Zach Hadel x f!Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Wanted to post this way earlier but oh well- This Chapter features a little more coworkers and a little introduction to Zach

Tags: If you wanna get tagged for the next chapters, just let me know!

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You had survived the 30 minute walk to the office, albeit you ran out of breath in an embarrassingly short amount of time, you’d just blame the hot california air for that though. 

You were on your first break as of now, another few frames already finished and Raphael already started to clean up the first few opening frames to get a look at how it would turn out. 

Just as you were about to take a sip from your coffee, you were startled by a voice coming from behind you.

“How are my favorite animators doing!?” Luckily you didn't spill the hot liquid over yourself. You turned around to watch Arin lean over Hayley’s shoulder. “Whoaaa, Arina looks so good dude!” Ross was laughing at that, of course that’s what Arin would pay attention to most. 

“Damn, you guys are working crazy hard on this.” Dan seemingly appeared out of nowhere, the cup of coffee now tightly clutched in your hands. God, they seemed like entities that just popped up whenever. 

Ross suddenly jumped up from his seat: “Oh by the way, good that you guys are here now.” Arin and Dan’s heads shot up immediately. “So yesterday we bumped into Chris and he made the suggestion that we could maybe make a deal with Adult Swim in terms of where to stream the show.” 

“What do you mean?” It was funny seeing Arin go into Business mode. His whole demeanor switched up and you once again realized that while yes, he was the funny internet video game boy, he was also your boss now and the owner of quite a big company. 

“Cause’ Netflix takes everything from their creators.” Ross argued.

“And Zach and Michael made Smiling friends on Adult Swim and they never had any complaints.” He continued, Arin furrowed his brow. 

“Well I guess you’re right but like- we can’t just call 'em up and ask about it, I’d have to do meetings and tell them about the premise and ughh..” Arin groaned. Not the kind of groan which wanted to shut you down but rather one that just acknowledged how annoying the process would be.

“But we did all that with Netflix already, just didn’t file a contract yet.” Dan looked over at Arin, his voice was positive as usual. “Yeah but I’d have to do it all over again.” He whined, earning a sarcastic eye roll from Dan. “I mean we can help out as well you know..” Hayley chimed in. 

“That’s true I suppose, I’ll give you guys an update as soon as possible alright? Did Chris say anything about talking to Zach?” 

Ross nodded.

“Who is that Zach guy by the way?” You turned around to Dan who was now sitting on the corner of your desk. 

“Oh he’s like a friend. Maybe Psychicpebbles rings any bells?” You slowly shook your head, raking through your brain to possibly find a file labeled something similar. 

“He’s so fucking funny dude.” Arin said, stepping closer to you to get a look at your screen as well. “Also he has a very interesting manner of speech.” 

Dan laughed at that statement. “Yeah he has like this super nasally voice, the guy’s awesome.” 

You let out a breathy laugh. The kind of uncertain laugh that was only used when you weren’t sure about something but everyone else was apparently getting a joke. 

“And he made, what was it called? Smiling Friends?” “Yep.” 

Smiling friends..

Yeah that you had heard before. You even vaguely remember to have briefly scrolled past it yesterday. If your memory wasn’t betraying you that is. 

“Is ist popular?” You felt rude asking that question yet it was more or less meant in a way for yourself to evaluate whether or not you were actually familiar with the entire L.A. scene.

“I'd say so.” Dan answered with a shrug. Popularity wasn't really something that mattered to him, as far as you knew from his band and what he has said on Game Grumps on many occasions. 

You leant back in your chair, the drawing you had made yesterday night popping into your mind. 

Could this be counted as a weird obsession? You'd hope not, after all you were more curious than anything to find out who this Zach guy was. 

Maybe you should look up Chris’ channel? Nope, that would definitely feel like stalking. But then again, you wondered, why? It’s a public channel, probably a big one as well. 

Grabbing the pen from where you had left it, you just decided to get on with it and simply wait until you met him, if you even did. 

Dan stayed next to you, intrigued about the process and so you distracted your mind by drawing and explaining everything to him in grave detail, which he attentively listened to, occasionally asking questions. 

*** 

You were happy with your work today. if it weren't for Ross’ fear of all of you getting a burnout you would have continued for another three hours at least. 

“Hey (y/n)!” 

You turned around, bag already slung over your shoulder. 

“Oh, you were about to go home now?” 

Hayley held a deck of cards in her right hand. 

“Uh I mean yeah, what's up?” 

“Thought we could play a game of cards real quick?” 

Raphael peeked up behind her, sitting at the little coffee table adjacent to your workspace. 

‘Why not?’ you thought and shrugged. You put the bag down beside you and sat next ro Raphael. As Ross had said before: Team Building and stuff. 

***

Raphael had won three out of three rounds and Hayley was growing frustrated. What was especially amusing though was to see the otherwise shy guy gain more and more confidence with every good card he put down. Then again, watching Hayley bite her lip excessively while trying to figure out what cards you both had was equally funny. 

“I give up.” She said dramatically, throwing her hand open onto the table. 

“Does the fact that the French made these cards give you some kind of buff?” she groaned into her hands, earning a laugh from Raphael. 

“Nope, just got luck on my side.” 

You were truly happy about the fact that you had basically landed a jackpot with these coworkers. The conversations that had started up while you had been playing didn't feel forced, not like anyone was trying to force themselves to get along. 

“(y/n)?” Hayley spoke up again. “Hmmm?” 

You had been absentmindedly shuffling the cards through your hands, one falling down as Hayley startled you. 

“You just moved to L.A. right?” You nodded with a strained noise as you tried to reach for the card which had fallen under the table, hair falling into your face. 

“We could go to this cat café that opened up! it shouldn't be too far away from here I think. We could go next Thursday, I should be free by then!” 

You had finally found it, victoriously you held it up before putting it in a random spot in the deck. 

“Sure, I'd love to!” 

A cat café did sound nice. The town next to where you grew up had one but you had only gonewent there like two times before they had to close up. The cats had been very cuddly though. 

“I have an appointment on that day..” Raphael said with a disappointed tone, seemingly sad about his own schedule. 

“Well then it's a girls date- we can go there again though.” 

The ease with which Hayley said all that was truly baffling to you. If you had been in her place you would probably have tried to make ends meet immediately which would have just resulted in an unoriented mess where you would never end up going anyway. 

Raphael agreed to your plans and then was quick to be on his way home. You and Hayley stayed behind for just a little, saying bye to everyone that was still left along with the two of you. 

You were happy to finally drive your car back home this evening and fell asleep with the thought of a nice day of getting to know L.A. next week.

Same brother, I had exactly one hour of sleep :,)

I wrote smut for the first time since like 8 years and I felt filthy as fuck.

it turned out good though so

what am I gonna do with that now

I just got a message saying I should get back to them as soon as possible because I am way over the deadline with one of my works

I love ignoring responsibilities 😎

jk I will get back to them please I am trying

I feel so lonely

(in a sickly victorian but girly pop way)

IKR RIGHT, He's adorable :D

And he evolved past the homunculus form..

Truly astonishing

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

I NEED A RETURN OF PUNK CULTURE PLEASE PLEASE INDIVIDUALISM IS NEEDED I AM TIRED OF THIS BORING UNCRITICAL SOCIETY

Valid Crashout or nah?