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Here You Come Again (Joel x Reader)

Pairing: Joel x Reader

Word Count: 634

Author’s Note: I’m just going to be fine with the fact that I rarely post. I’ve had this idea for a really long time, yet I couldn’t come up with a better idea for a title other than stealing one from Dolly Parton.

You weaved your way through the grocery store aisles. Your list was nearly all checked off and it brought you a strange feeling of accomplishment, like a terrible adult scavenger hunt.

As you grabbed the last box of rice off the shelves, you spotted someone through the other aisle. He looked a little bit like Joel. Not incredibly similar, but enough to for your thoughts to spill all over the place. First you had to go through the trial of keeping yourself from scrolling through your texts over and over. Now you had to banish the image of his doppelganger that magically appeared in the supermarket. Man, he really looked like Joel for a moment. Maybe it’d be best to take another look.

Oh wait. No. That was actually Joel.

Even though he looked tired most of the time, he seemed to be extra sleep deprived. He was wearing that sweatshirt that you had worn a thousand times. He was grabbing for the frozen pizza with the extra fluffy crust. He always made sure to emphasize the importance of the fluffy crust, and in return, your freezer was always stocked with them in case he stayed over. You might have still had one of those pizzas in there. You wondered if that sweatshirt was still just as warm in the frozen aisle.

Now for phase two; the uncomfortable lump in the throat. You hadn’t organically thought about him in a week or so because things were so busy, and you liked it that way. It felt nice to forget how nice his arms felt around you. It felt better to prioritize work. At that particular moment, you realized that you had been staring off into space with a box of rice in your hands for all too long. It was time to check out and get out. Immediately.

You tossed the rice into the cart and started speed walking towards the nearest cashier. No. Self checkout would be faster, right?

You let out a startled gasp as your cart collided with another. Goddammit.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying-” Joel started, before looking up and noticing it was you. “-attention.”

You let out a sigh, promptly apologizing. “No, no, no. I wasn’t paying attention. I was staring down at the floor and… it was just stupid of me.”

As your eyes drifted up from the floor, you looked back up at him. Joel smiled a nervous, sympathetic, crooked smile. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

You two stood there for a bit too long, but were suddenly snapped out of it when an old woman needed a can of lentils you were standing right in front of. As you each moved out of the way, all you wanted to do was buy your groceries and go home and forget it all happened.

“It was nice running into you!” you said. “No pun intended.”

He responded with another courtesy grin and a wave of his hand. You kept moving towards the cashier as everything from the last ten seconds looped in your head mercilessly. All those tiny memories were coming back. There were a lot of them.

“Hey, Y/N,” Joel called.

You turned around as he came a little closer. “I don’t want to act like I don’t miss you. A lot. Because I do. But at the same time, I don’t want to feel like strangers anymore.”

It was everything you had been thinking but weren’t able to put into words. “Me too, Joel. And, really, it was nice to see you again.”

He pulled you into a brief, wordless hug. He left, and as he pushed his cart away, he turned his head over his shoulder to look at you again. “And I’m not gonna lie. That was an extremely awkward situation.”

You were caught off guard by his remark, but you still laughed. “Incredibly.”

#joel x reader #joel heyman x reader #rt reader insert #rooster teeth reader insert #rt imagines #rt x reader

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readerxjeremy where reader is shorter than him and he's very smug about it please?

Pairing: Jeremy x Reader

Word Count: 266

Author’s Note: Well, this took way too long. Hopefully I can schedule myself soon.

“Hand me the measuring tape?”

After the grueling process of moving into a new home during an Austin summer, all you needed to do was hang one more poster. Then, you and Jeremy would officially have a home together.

“On it!” Jeremy rounded the corner and handed you the measuring tape. He watched you, standing on a chair and trying not to tumble down, and offered to hold it steady. “How’s the view from up there?” he mocked.

Ever since you could remember, you’d been hearing short jokes. The only reason Jeremy got away with it was because he was your short partner in crime. And maybe the whole “married” thing also had something to do with it.

“We’re moving into our very own house together and you still find a way to sneak in a short joke?”

“I mean, it’s what you signed up for.”

You hopped off the chair and stood back to admire your work, when suddenly you had an idea. “Stand up straight, near the door frame,” you ordered. Jeremy tilted his head in confusion and did as he was told.

“What is this?”

“You never did this as a kid? Where you parents would measure you on the door frame?” You marked the top of his head and had him step aside. Extending the measuring tape, you marked his height at somewhere around 5’4. Jeremy responded by leaving a mark near the bottom of the door frame, labeling you as a single foot tall. “Gotta keep that illusion of height,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah, the illusion.”

#rt insert #jeremy x reader #jeremy dooley x reader #rt reader insert #rooster teeth reader insert #rt imagines #rt x reader

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could i please get something ryanxreader where they both are on on the spot and theres just a lot of flirting please?

Pairing: Ryan x Reader

Word Count: 324

Author’s Note: Is Ryan being a smug meanie considered “flirting” these days? Boy, have I got the fic for you!

You didn’t expect your career to lead you in this direction. You thought your life would be made up of sitting behind computer monitors as the anonymous aid to a few productions, but now you had to take a look at yourself. Trying to eat cookies off of your face without using your hands as a timer ticked down.

“(Y/N) is… way too good at this,” Jon said. It was true. You had eaten about three cookies so far, and you weren’t even started; that is, until someone tossed a piece of cookie at your face.

“Ryan!” you huffed. Your head was tilted back, but you still knew who the culprit was.

“How do you know it’s me?” he quipped, throwing another chocolate chip at your face. “What about that smug bastard Jon Risinger?”

It was becoming increasingly hard to catch the cookies in your mouth now when all you could do was laugh. You managed one more, then Ryan tried to threw his shoe at you. At that point the competition was over, and you were a giggling mess in your chair. Once you could pull yourself together, you pointed an accusing finger at Ryan.

“I call bullshit!” you declared, wiping crumbs from your face. “This shoeless man is a saboteur!” 

“Maybe you just instinctively sabotaged yourself!”

“Points!” Jon interjected before the argument could get out of hand. You and Mariel were behind by a single point, and you let out your respective groans.

“Okay, okay,” Ryan said, picking up his last cookie from the ammo pile. “I think if (Y/N) just eats this last cookie, then her and Mariel should get the lead.” He walked up to you, cookie in hand. “Deal?”

 “Deal.”

And just like that, Ryan ate the cookie, smirking down at you. Behind your spiteful glare back at him, you had to think, How was it possible to be in love with such an asshole?

#rt insert #ryan x reader #ryan haywood x reader #rt reader insert #rooster teeth reader insert #rt imagines #rt x reader

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would you write cow chop stuff?

I thought I’d be able to write Cow Chop, but I haven’t been keeping up well with their channel unfortunately. 

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Could I please get some angst (unrequited love maybe??) with Jon R. (With some Dad Geoff or Ryan comfort after?) if that makes sense lol. Thanks!

Pairing: Jon x Reader

Word Count: 450

Author’s Note: WOAH. I haven’t written for a while. Unfortunately the comfort part at the end got cut very short, but I actually really enjoyed writing this one even though it’s a melancholy little thing.

You woke up on your couch with a blanket tossed lazily over your legs and the worst headache of your life. Nearly falling off the couch, you drew the blinds and started some much needed coffee. Sure, you had indefinitely had some drinks at the bar last night, but this was ridiculous. Your memory was too clouded, the sunlight was too unbearable, and some peculiar sort of dread was feeling all too familiar. 

Once the coffee had made its way through your veins, you felt a little better. At this point you felt ready to change out of yesterday’s clothes and brush your teeth when you heard a muffled buzz from your phone, which had since been tossed on the floor. Making your way towards it, your stomach sank when you saw the name printed up top:

Jon, 2:13 A.M.

…I can’t ruin our friendship (Y/N). I had a great time with you tonight, and I can’t say I don’t feel the same way about you, but it just wouldn’t be right. 

Before you could text back in a frenzy to discover what you had said, your memories began to piece themselves together.

First there was Jon. Jon was seated next to you at the bar and you two were in a laughing fit over some guy across the room with a Bon Jovi tattoo. The night turned into making up stories about every passer-by, and you couldn’t help but notice the way he swept the hair from his face when he laughed.

Then there was the cold. You were covered in goosebumps, but it felt nice to breathe the fresh air. Everything felt so muddled. The way you felt around Jon wasn’t like you felt around any other friend at the company.

Then Jon came outside, and all of a sudden you started saying all this stuff to him. You must have sounded like a bumbling idiot, yet you said everything that was on your mind. He nodded and lazily leaned in towards you. That’s where your memories cut off.

It became harder and harder to read the text on your screen as tears clouded your vision. If you hadn’t acted off of your drunken impulses things would be okay. But they weren’t. Now all you had was a hopeless crush on a friend who wanted nothing more. 

All of a sudden your phone buzzed in your hand again, which nearly gave you a heart attack. Thankfully Jon hadn’t messaged you again.

Geoff, now

Sure drank a lot last night. Holding up today kid?

You cracked a smile at the accidental irony of the situation, before writing back:

“You have no idea. Can I call you?”

#rt insert #jon x reader #jon risinger x reader #rt reader insert #rooster teeth reader insert #rt imagines #rt x reader

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something cute w cole thank u

Haven’t watched enough Cole videos yet to be able to write him, I’m sorry. Feel free to recommend me some videos/series that he’s in!

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THE WORST “HIATUS” EVER

I haven’t written ever since I asked for requests, and I’ve got four unanswered messages in my inbox. I guess I got engrossed in a thousand things going on outside this blog before it really had the chance to even start, and then I lost all my motivation, and [insert 1000 more excuses].

Point is, I’m gonna write these requests from forever ago and actually try to keep this blog running. Will it work? Hope so. Wish me luck.

#rt insert #nailed it

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Prompts, anyone?

I have a rules page that’s actually sensical now, and it seems like people had a positive response to my last fic, so feel free to hit me up with any prompts your heart desires (but smut isn’t quite my forte yet)!

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Explorers (Miles x Reader)

Name: Explorers

Pairing: Miles x Reader

Word Count: 589

Summary: Miles stumbles upon a secret door at school. Someone’s gotta check it out.

Author’s Note: I actually wrote a high school AU? I actually wrote something in general? And it’s not even about Chris? What a crazy day.

The day had officially sucked.

Everything seemed as if it were happening all at once. There were quizzes and projects and notes that all seemed to be piling up fast. To top it all off, you didn’t have a single class with Miles today. And to be honest, you could use some Miles today.

Lunch had finally arrived. You slung your backpack over your shoulders, trudging out of the room with a fresh new assignment for next Tuesday. What a wonderful day. Swinging the door open, you looked up to see Miles. He was grinning back wildly at you, and he seemed out of breath.

“I found the coolest thing ever. You have to follow me.”

“Let me guess, did the vending machine drop two drinks again?”

“It’s even better.”

He signaled you to come along with a quick wave of his hand before taking off down the hall. You rushed to catch up. You hoped the surprise would be worth running past everyone like lunatics. Knowing Miles, you were sure it wouldn’t disappoint.

As he slowed his pace, you ended up by some door you’d never noticed before. As far as you were concerned, its only purpose was to store janitorial supplies. You both caught your breath as Miles creaked the door open. The room was, indeed, cluttered with mops and buckets.

“Wow. Is this where all the cool kids hang out now?” you smirked. He playfully hit your arm.

“It’s not about all the janitor stuff, you know.” He pointed to his left, where there was a completely different door. “I was looking for a broom for a tech thing, but then I found this door, and I need to know where it goes.”

“Hm.” You tilted your head, intrigued by the notion. Tiptoeing past the clutter on the floor, you turned the handle. To your astonishment, it wasn’t locked. It led to a dimly-lit hallway. You peeked over at Miles, who was just as perplexed.

The two of you paced down the hallway in awe of your newest discovery. There seemed to be a strange metal staircase at the very end. Miles turned towards you with a smug smile.

“Ladies first,” he whispered.

“You were the one who wanted to open the door in the first place.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s fair.”

Miles ascended the stairs as you followed closely behind. It made an unflattering amount of squeaking noises, but you both made it to the top. It turns out the stairs led to the balcony where they used to control the stage lights in the auditorium. They hadn’t been working since anyone could remember, and for some reason, the school had never taken them down.

Miles swung the dormant spotlight around with a gleeful noise. “We discovered what was behind the secret doors! We’re explorers now!”

You laughed along with him, dangling your arms over the railing. “Maybe we’ll find some dinosaur bones in the basement if we’re lucky, huh?”

“Yeah.” He got quiet. For a moment, you both stood there, cherishing the inkling of silence in the school, when suddenly Miles spoke up. “I like when we do stupid stuff like this. I’m just always happy to do anything with you, really, and I don’t know if you feel the same way about me, but I’m kinda crazy about you.” His gaze was fixated on the seats below as he bounced his leg in anticipation.

“Miles?”

“Mhm?” He peeked over at you, nervous. You put your hand in his.

 “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

#rt insert #miles x reader #miles luna x reader #rt reader insert #rooster teeth reader insert #rt imagines #rt x reader

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Prove My Love (Chris x Reader)

Name: Prove My Love

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Word Count: 1292

Summary: Chris loves someone. She’s got to get the hint sooner or later, right?

Author’s Note: This is my first fic! Fixed up a really old Chris imagine I wrote a while ago. It’s inspired by the Violent Femmes song “Prove my Love” so of course it had to be a little incredibly cheesy.

Your alarm clock began to sound as sunlight streamed through your window blinds. Practically leaping out of your bed and into your clothes for the day, it was only after you were on the bus that you wondered how you were so awake without coffee that morning.

Right. Because of Chris.

Chris was your desk mate and the first person you’d call when your script was headed nowhere. He’d get you through the crummiest of days with his stupid stories. So, naturally, you had a crush on the guy. Usually it sucked because he’d always seem to distract you, but then again, he made you feel so happy all the time.

This particular morning, you headed into the bustling Rooster Teeth office and went straight to your desk. There was a lot to do. To your annoyance, Chris wasn’t at work yet. Sighing, you pulled out your chair to sit at your computer, but then you noticed something sitting on your keyboard. It was your favorite candy, some ridiculously addicting Japanese gummy things you hadn’t eaten in forever. Wondering who could have possibly bought you these, you reached to open up the package. Suddenly, the door to the office squeaked open. Chris snuck into the room, and not all that well, because you noticed him immediately. You eyed him as he grinned back at you.

“Whatcha got there?” he said, maintaining his smile as he sat at his desk.

“Did you get me these?” you asked, popping one into your mouth and relishing the nostalgia.

“I kinda ruined the surprise there,” he laughed, “but yeah. I saw them at the store and thought I remembered you saying something about them.”

“Thank you so much!” Digging into the box for another, you tilted your head. “I can’t ever find these in stores. Gave up looking for them a while ago.” Chris turned to his computer and started it up.

“Guess you’re not looking hard enough.”

The real question was how he managed to remember you mentioning those things. Working on your script, you couldn’t help but glimpse at him a few times from the corner of your eye. He was definitely the sweetest guy you knew. Maybe it would be best to just go for it like your friends strongly advised. But then again, “going for it” hadn’t ended well for you in the past.

You focused back on your computer screen and realized you’d barely touched your script. You’d have to crack down on this thing to get it done in time. And that’s exactly what you did.

By the end of lunch, you were finally finished with your script. While there were still a few elements that bugged you about it, you’d probably be the only one to notice anyway. Right as you were typing out your last sentence, Chris came back into the office and sat down immediately.

“Still working on that script?” He managed a little smile with his eyes fixated on his computer.

“Mhm. It’s as finished as it’ll ever be.”

As the two of you worked quietly, he stopped typing abruptly and pivoted his chair to face you. “Hey,” he said hesitantly, drumming his fingers on the desk, “Aaron is gonna have a little party thing tonight. I can drive you there if you want, I mean, if you want to come.” His brown eyes finally locked with yours, awaiting a yes or no.

“Sure! I’ve got nothing else going on.” Your plans had initially involved watching Netflix until you passed out, but spending time with Chris out of work was much higher on your priority list at the moment.

He bounced a bit in his seat. “Cool, can’t wait!”

You wondered if he realized how cute he was.

Chris picked you up at your place and you both made your way to the party. Upon entering the hallway at Aaron’s apartment, you can already tell that this would be a loud, loud party.

Knocking on the door, you were greeted by Aaron. “Hey, look who Chris brought!” he exclaimed with a sly smile. Chris eyed him a bit.

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay,” you add. After all, Aaron didn’t really invite you, but you assumed you knew him well enough.

“Totally! Come in!”

The party was just as loud inside. Most everyone was huddled around the TV rotating controllers, playing some Gangbeasts and laughing at each other with beers in their opposing hands. Loud parties really weren’t your thing. At least there was free alcohol.

You sipped on your beer and got into the loop for a controller.  In the midst of your wildly drunken co-workers, you decided that you’d rather stay sober tonight and keep it to a beer or two. Overall, it was a pretty good time, and it was a relief to not think about scripts for once. But then someone’s beer spilled on the couch and everyone was in an uproar of cackling and yelling.  At this point, you started edging away from the couch and to the kitchen. Chris spotted you almost immediately and moved to the kitchen as well.

“Is the party getting a bit too dull?” Chris asked sarcastically, pulling himself up onto the kitchen counter. You did the same, looking at the madness unfold as Blaine frantically searched for the paper towels.

You could have responded to his question with another dosage of sarcasm, but you didn’t quite feel like talking, so you shrugged with a dumb smile instead. Chris seemed to appreciate the silence too. He let it linger before saying, “You know, we can just leave if you want. I can drop you off back at your house. Maybe we could hang out there or something?”

“That sounds… great, actually. You can head out to the car. I’ll meet you there.” Chris nodded, and narrowly escaped the party without bothering with goodbyes. As the hysterics of the night were beginning to settle down, you pick pocketed some package of brownie bites sitting in Aaron’s kitchen. Cramming them into your purse while nobody was watching, you darted to the car.

At your apartment, you pulled out your fuzziest blankets and sprawled them on the couch. After telling Chris to pick a movie from your shelf, he went straight for The Neverending Story. Typical. Before you could bury yourself in blankets, Chris paused.

“Wait. We’re missing something.” He motioned to the kitchen. “We should get food stuff.”

You didn’t hesitate to scamper to your purse. “I have just the thing.”

“And what would that be?” he asked. You pulled the box of brownie bites out of your purse, sliding them onto the coffee table with a prideful smirk.

“I stole them from the party. Somehow I knew they’d come in handy.”

Chris’s eyes lit up as he popped the box open immediately.

“Oh my God, (Y/N), I love you.”

You froze up. Surely he didn’t mean it like that. It was a figure of speech. Chris had stopped fumbling with the brownie box. He looked up slowly.

“I love you. I think I actually… love you,“ he managed to sputter out. And then you did something stupid and spontaneous that must have been nagging at your brain for ages and you leaned over to pull him into a kiss. He was unsure in the beginning, and to tell the truth, you could feel your hand shaking. But as the two of you merged into it, nothing felt secretive or strange anymore. You could have been there forever.

Though you didn’t want the moment to end, you had one more question.

Your lips parting from his, you asked “Are we a thing?”. To which he responded with a peck on your forehead and a slight chuckle.

“I guess so.”

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Hi!

I’m a new Rooster Teeth insert blog! I’ll include AH and FH, maybe even some Cow Chop if I get gutsy. I’m kinda freaked out and I have no clue what I’m doing but I figured I might as well polish what I already have and post it on Tumblr. So far I’m feeling a bit hesitant because I don’t know how to correctly tag stuff (I saw a post about it one time, but I can’t seem to find it?) and I don’t know much about some people from the RT community that people love fanfics about like Trevor, Cole, Kyle, etc.. So if you have any tips on writing, tagging, or anything else, let me know! Thanks!

#rt fanfic #rt insert #rt inserts #rt #rooster teeth reader insert #rt reader insert #rooster teeth fanfic