#rt imagines

"Put me down!" You scream, Jon had you over his shoulder and he was carrying you around despite your protests and softly hitting his back. You couldn't be mad, you were laughing as he tipped you gently on the best and hovered over you.

"Are you going to make up for that?" You were making out beforehand so you knew he was hot and flustered too, and needed a bit of a release.

“Make me” Jon smirks, bending down and planting eager kisses trailing from you neck down.

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.

The RTX after-party was bigger than you’d expected, with people crowding the small area, and you soon found yourself nearly lost in the sea of bodies.

“There you are!” You feel a hand grab yours and turn, sighing in relief that Adam found you. “I was beginning to think you either didn’t show up or you were lost in here somewhere.”

“It was very nearly that second one there for a minute.” You tell him. You grasp his hand a bit tighter as he leads you to the back corner. As you get closer, you can see the Willems, the Joneses, and Geoff all huddled around one table. 

“Ay, Y/N!” James greets you cheerfully.

“We already grabbed you a drink!” Lindsay says, passing the glass to you. 

“Ooooh, thanks.” You take it happily with your free hand and immediately sip at it. It’s sweet and a little tangy, but good. Adam picks up what you assume is his drink from before his search for you, but his other hand keeps a firm (but gentle) grasp on yours.

You all continue to chat, with people coming up occasionally to say hello and meet everyone. Over the course of the night, Adam did finally drop your hand, but he made sure you stuck close anyway. When you finally decided to leave, Adam decided to go with you. You said goodbye to the Willems, the only ones to have stayed the full night, before working your way outside. 

“Hey, it’s this way.” Adam leans down to say so you could hear him. He grabs your hand again and leads you outside, where you both sigh in relief and grin at each other. 

“Oh, um, excuse me?” You turn and there’s a young guy standing to the side. He pushes the hair out of his face and grins nervously at the two of you. “Could, um, could I get a picture with y’all?” 

“Sure, I don’t mind.” You agree and Adam shrugs, no argument. After snapping the picture, Adam is immediately by your side again, your hand in his. You can tell he’s getting tired.

“Thanks so much.” The guy grins at you then eyes where your hands are entwined. “So, it’s true, huh? That y’all are dating?”

“What?” You ask.

“Sure.” Adam says. You look up at him in surprise, but play it off in front of the stranger. He finally says bye and heads back inside the party so you and Adam walk to the parking lot.

“We’re dating, huh?” You asking, waving your hands around. Adam blushes a bit and drops your hand.

“I really just wanted to leave as soon as possible.” He explains.

“It’ll be all over Twitter by morning.” You point out, reaching out to grab his hand again as you near your car. “Oh, god, I can’t drive, I had drinks.”

“I’ll take you back to the hotel, I stuck to nonalcoholic tonight.” Adam says, tugging you towards his car now. “And it’ll just be another rumor, same as always.”

“Except that dude will think you were being for real and no one is gonna think you lied to a fan.” You argue. 

“I’ll worry about it tomorrow.” Adam says, exhausted and drained and obviously tired of dealing with a lot of people.

“Or! You can take me on a breakfast date tomorrow! Then it wouldn’t be a lie and I could finally get you to go on a date with me.” You say cheerfully, swinging your held hands between the two of you. Adam is quiet for a long moment before he speaks up.

Prompt:  “Come over here and make me.”  “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”  “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

Relationship: Friends, Crush

Fandom: RWBY

Character: Weiss

You knocked on Weiss’s bedroom door a tray of food resting in your hands, ever since her father locked her in her room this was the only time to go to see or talk to her. You heard hey say you could come in, opening the door you walked in as Weiss looked at you from the training area she made for herself. A heavy curtain covered the broken window so nobody that came into the room could see the broken window, only your Uncle Klein and yourself knew it was broken. Weiss gave you a soft smile as you closed the door before make your way over to the small table that sat in the corner of her room. You pour the tea into the lone glass cup and added two sugars before handing it to Weiss.

“My uncle told me you planned on leaving soon.” Weiss stopped and looked at you before she nodded taking the cup. “I want to come.” Weiss stop mid-sip to look at you surprised at what you said.

“You can’t. You didn’t even go to an academy.” It was true you had gone to a battle school, but when it came time to head to one the four academies you're nervous got the best of you and you simply came back to your uncle.

“I know.” You looked down at you hands as you folded them into each other. “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had.” You looked up at her with a smile. “So, of course, I’m in. I may not have gone to an academy. A choice I regret but I will not let you go out there without back-up.”

+ prompt 26

A/N: Yes I have seen the prank video, was probably one of most wholesome video

Today was the day of the elaborate prank against achievement hunter, an entire circus in their small office, fit with a petting zoo as well. You were helping Blaine grab some finishing touches for decorations and other props to make the whole scene feel more authentic. You were just an intern so of course you got the not so fun jobs, but Blaine made it more interesting.

"Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah Blaine?" You were preoccupied with shoving a bunch of circus-esque props into a moderately sized cardboard box, which would do the job.

"How do you feel about Chris?"

Your heart stopped for a second, you thought you were very good at keeping your slight crush on Chris just a secret. "He's, uh, nice I guess. Why do you ask?" You hoped he couldn't tell you were panicking just a bit.

"Oh no reason," you could hear the lie in his voice. "Just uhh, don't pay him $5" Blaine elbows you on the way out, you follow him with your box in hand. What on earth was he on about?

Eventually it all made sense when you arrived into the achievement hunter office and there Chris was with his "Chrissing Booth" where you could pay him $5 to not kiss him. You felt the side of your cheek perk up releasing what Blaine meant. He eyed you off from the other side of the room, making body gestures towards Chris's direction.

You walked toward Chris and had to hold back, composing yourself. Okay now maybe it wasn't a secret you liked dorky Chris but you couldn't careless at this moment.

"Hey Chris, what happens if I don't pay you $5?" You proposed, he arched his eyebrow cockily in response.

"Guess you'll find out huh?"

You stood there for a second, lost for words. You couldn't make out any words, his response just froze you in place.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

You stood on your tip-toes and placed a small kiss on his lips, your heart racing. You pull back only to see that Chris was beaming at you with wide smile...

You were laying down on the couch, a blanket over you and your friend Blaine's body. Dutch was also in tow, muzzled between the both of you sleeping. It was movie night, so of course you were watching star wars. It was one of the things you both bonded over and you adored your connection with Blaine. He was there for you when things went wrong, and helped you get back on your feet during hard times. You were so thankful to have him as your friend, best friend for that matter.

"You're really one of the bestest friends I've had," you snuggle into Blaine, you were so close that you didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward to be like this with him, and he wasn't either. You two had a good mutual understanding of boundaries.

“We’re not just friends Y/N and you fucking know it.”

You were so focused on the movie that it took you a moment to register what he just said. You turned to him with a puzzled look.

"Say again?"

"We're not just friends? I mean how can we be?! We cuddle, sleep in the same bed and even live together, hell we've even shared a few drunken kisses,"

You moved your attention to the screen, and very iconic scene was just about to play out.

"I love you,"

"I know,"

You and Blaine look at each other, you laughed. "Dorkus, you were waiting for that moment weren't you?"

"Yeah maybe, but I do love you" you could see a small, hopeful smile growing on his lips. You lean forward and kiss him, squeezing his cheeks gently in your hand.

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.