#rtimagine

He stopped working and look at you, taking his headphones off and setting them on the desk. Concern in his pretty brown eyes.

“ Uh…..yeah. Everything alright?” He questioned

You looked down. Your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“Yeah. Yeah. Just feeling off and exhausted. I figured maybe some rest would help.” You returned still looking at the floor.

You heard Trevor scoot his chair and get up. Hearing his feet shuffle to you.

“y/n” he whispered, placing his slim hand on your upper arm, “Everything okay? You can talk to me if you need to” the concern laden in his voice.

You looked at his still placed hand, the heat of his palm soothing. Then to his soft brown eyes, concern on his face.

His touch reminding you of the reckless night the two of you shared after the company party. Drinks were had. One thing lead to another and the next morning you were sneaking out of Trevor’s apartment.

“I’m okay. Probably just some bug going around” you returned.

Trevor dropped his hand. The heat still lingering.

“Okay, well we will see you in a few days then” Trevor flatly said. Walking back around his desk, sitting down in his chair.

“Yeah. I’ll be back for Off Topic. Michael asked me to be on this week.” You replied. Turning heel and leaving without another word.

You missed the small smile from Trevor as he watched you leave.

After you left work, you ran by the drug store on the corner by your house. Grabbing a few things before heading home.

You wanted nothing more than to just lie in bed and watch crap tv. But you needed to do some things first.

You stared at the test in your hand. Not really sure how to feel about the situation.

You decided to wait. To break the news on Friday after Off Topic. Surely it could wait.

You’d taken a total of 5 tests.

Excessive? Yes.

Did you want to be sure? Absolutely.

You came in on Friday. Feeling refreshed and nauseous at the same time. You finally hand answers as to why you had been feeling like crap.

You go about your morning routine before you head to stage 5 for Off Topic. You stop and grab some tea first. Nausea was not something you want to be dealing with in front of everyone.

You got to the set and sat down. You pulled your phone out, deciding to download an app that would help you track everything.

Michael and Lindsey showed up together. Then Jeremy. Then Jack. Last to show was Trevor.

You were seated between Jack and Jeremy. Not realizing you were live and you were still fiddling with the app. Jack nudged you and you quickly blackened your phone screen. You looked at him and he nodded. You blushed and nodded back putting a finger to your lips. He winked as to say ‘okay’.

After a little while Jeremy decided to check twitter.

“Whoa” Jeremy stated “Twitter is blowing up from Jack and y/n’s little exchange a little bit ago”

“Why?” you asked playing dumb

“Something about a nod and a wink and a shush. What’s going on?” Jeremy questioned

“Nothing. We were cahooting about something.” You answered

“Yeah. Cahooting” Jack responded

The table sat in awkward silence.

“Right” Michael said breaking the silence

“It is pretty awesome though” Jack countered

“Shhhhhhut the fuck up Jack” You whisper yelled

“I think it’s awesome” Jack smirked, taking a sip of his water

“Shots!” Jeremy yelled to break the tension

Everyone chipped in a “Yeah!” while you scrunched your face.

“No thanks” You told Jeremy

“What?! You’re usually always up for shots y/n. Are you feeling okay?” He asked

“I feel fine. I just feel it would be a little irresponsible for me to be drinking right now.” You answered playing with the string on your tea bag

Lindsey’s eyes widened “Oh my god!” she exclaimed

Your head snapped over to her.

She knew. Of course she knew.

“Are you positive?” She asked hushed

“In more ways than one” You smirked

You hadn’t looked over at Trevor the whole time. You hadn’t seen the look of realization then devastation on his face.

“Now’s as good a time as any” Lindsey responded

You felt butterflies. She was right. It wouldn’t have waited until after Off Topic.

“Yeah okay” you replied shifting nervously

“Y/n has an announcement to make” Michael chimed

All eyes on you. There was no going back now.

“Right” You stated looking around at everyone. You had their undivided attention. “Well, someone liked me enough to put a baby in my baby factory”

Gasps and silence.

Trevor looked down at his hands.

“Please explain, for the audience” Trevor replied

It was the first time he’d spoken to you.

“Okay. I went to the doctor after having and hunch and my hunch was right. I am 4 months pregnant” You replied looking Trevor in the eyes

He nodded

“Who’s is it?” Lindsey asked

“That is classified information” You retorted

“Let me read this” Michael chimed

During the ad read Trevor looked at you and you at him. There was an emotion you hadn’t see on his face before. Heartbreak? Maybe it was hope? You didn’t have any clue.

He excused himself and left before the ad read was done.

You wanted so badly to run after him. To comfort him. But he was your boss. What happened outside of work was one thing, but at work you were both professionals.

“Where’d treyco go?” Michael asked setting the ipad down.

You shrugged your shoulders

“So that was an exciting announcement” Jack said

“It was” you replied drinking the rest of your tea

“Any ideas on what it might be?” Lindsey asked

“I’m really hoping for a dinosaur” You sarcastically exclaimed

Everyone laughed

“On that note, thank you everyone for tuning in to Off Topic” Michael said ending the stream

You left the set. Walking to go get another cup of tea because it helped with the nausea.

Trevor was standing in the kitchen. Looking confused.

“Hey Trev” you announced. You had unzipped your jacket to show your shirt pulling a little tight over your belly.

“Who’s is it? Is that why you needed time off? I thought you were single.” He blurted

“Whoa” You retorted “I am single”

“Okay. So who’s is it?” He asked again looking from your face to your belly

“I am honestly surprised you don’t know or haven’t figured it out.” You answered folding your arms over your swollen belly.

He looked at your stretched shirt.

He wanted to reach out and hug you and kiss you like he had that one night. Feelings developed that night that he couldn’t fight. Feeling you in his arms, smelling you on his skin and in his bed. He longed for you.

“I haven’t been with anyone since you” He admitted

“I haven’t been with anyone but you in over two years” You replied flatly

He stood silent for a few minutes. Realization waved across his face.

“What? So you’re telling me, you had a one night stand and got pregnant? With me? It’s mine?” He asked

“Only if you want it to be. I’m not going to force you to be a father if you don’t want to be” you replied

“I think I’m going to pass out” He stated, holding onto the countertop edge, face pale

You rushed to his side

“Look at me” You whispered holding his face between your hands

He was breathing too fast

“Trevor, slow your breathing. You’re having a panic attack” You ordered

“I…...I…..can’t” he breathed

You looked at his eyes, those chocolate brown eyes, panic stricken.

So you kissed him. You had wanted to kiss him so badly. You craved that dark haired man. When you pulled away, he was steady. Breathing slowed.

“You okay?” you asked still holding his face

He nodded

“I’m going to be a dad?” He half asked, half stated

You nodded enthusiastically. He wrapped his arms around you. Hold on like he’d lose you if he let go.

He set you down and got on his knees, holding your hips. He lifted your shirt and gently kissed your swollen belly.

“Hi baby. I’m your daddy” He whispered tenderly, rubbing his thumbs over the roundness.

“We should probably discuss dating” You suggested

“You’re right. We kind of skipped a few steps” Trevor answered. Still on his knees admiring your belly.

“Marry me” He said

“Yeah?” You answered

“Yeah. Marry me. We will have a lifetime to get to know each other now.” He stated

“Okay” You agreed

“Okay?” He confirmed

You nodded and smiled.

He got off his knees and kissed you.

So deep and passionately you felt your knees get weak.

You felt like such an idiot, the first time you had been on a date in months and you trusted a blind date set up by a friend. In typical blind date fashion, he didn't show up. You just wish you'd expected it and not sat there for almost an hour, probably looking like a desperate idiot. You sighed and wiped at your face, your makeup badly run from the angry tears that were streaming down your cheeks. This day had been one of the worst. You’d woken up to a phone call from your boss, screaming at you for no apparent reason and firing you, for also, no apparent reason. Walking outside and finding your car stolen, with no one around being able to tell you anything. But of course things tend to come in threes, so of course the date flopped. So there you were walking home, heels in hand and tear smudged makeup all over your face, scolding yourself for even trying.

You were so busy chastising yourself that you didn't notice the screaming tires and the vehicle that was on a collision course with you until the last possible second. Suddenly someone yelled "Watch out!", tackled and rolled you out of the way. The car drove directly into a fire hydrant and a spray of water filled the air.

Breathing heavily, you looked down at the person who saved you. A man in a nice suit with sandy blonde hair and ice blue eyes was looking back at you.

"Thank you... for saving me" You say in a breathless whisper.

"Well it looked like you were already having a bad night, getting hit by a car would have only made it worse." He smiled at you and you were dazzled by how warm and bright his smile was.

You couldn't help but smile back at him. What a good looking man. You thought to yourself.

He stood up and then helped you up, his hand still holding onto yours he shook it gently. "My name is Ryan.”

“Well Ryan, thank you again for the save. I probably would have died if it weren’t for you.”

"No problem. I wasn't going to let such a pretty face get destroyed." He smiled at you again and then made his way over the the car to see if the driver was okay.

His words brought heat to your cheeks and you turned away for a moment running your hands through your hair. You turned back around and checked him out. He had a nice build, fit but not overly muscular. But it looked like it he would have no problem- You bite your lip to stifle the thought and smile that pops up when you think about him holding his body against you. He glanced back over at you and you give a small smile, feeling the heat rise again to your cheeks. He was speaking in low tones so you couldn't hear him but it looked like the driver must have been okay. Sirens filled the air suddenly and a look of fear crossed your face, you'd never liked cops and having to give a statement did not seem like the best way to spend the rest of your shitty evening.

While Ryan was still talking to the driver you quickly looked around for the heels you must have dropped. Spotting them near the curb, you quickly stepped over towards them, grabbed them and quietly tried to disappear into the shadows of nearby buildings. You felt a twinge of guilt and regret at leaving the scene like that and not getting Ryan's number, but adding the police onto this already shitty night was not something you could stomach.

You had just gotten around a corner when a hand grabbed you by the shoulder, without even thinking your self-defense training kicked in and he was on the ground. It was Ryan.

Gasping in several deep breaths from having the wind knocked out of him he attempted to speak. "S-sorry." His voice was barely a whisper.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" You quickly helped him up. "I wasn't expecting you to be following me. Actually, why were you following me?"

Ryan cleared his throat a couple times and flashed you another dazzling smile. "I never got your name...or your number for that matter."

"Oh! Whoops. I'm not normally like this. My name is (Y/N)." You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair again. "First I get stood up, then I almost get hit by a car, and then I pretty much run from the cops. The only good thing that happened today was-" You cut yourself off before you make a fool of yourself, heat already rising to your cheeks.

"Only good thing was what?" He cocked an eyebrow at you, a knowing glint in his eye.

Dammit he caught that...You bite your lip and look down at your feet. "Uh well, meeting you."

His fingers gently trace your jaw and lift your chin, he looks you in the eye and whispers "It was nice to meet you too." before leaning in to kiss you.

Your lips connect and your body suddenly feels electrified. It feels like every cell of your entire being is being hit by lightning, but in a good way. You kiss him back and the kiss begins to deepen, Ryan's hands encircling you, bringing you closer. Flush with his chest, your arms snake around his neck. He brakes the kiss only to move it down your neck, kissing and sucking down to your collarbone. You can't help the moan that slips out from how good his mouth feels. Ryan groans into your neck, giving you a teasing nip before pulling away leaving you lightheaded and giddy. His eyes seem to darken for a moment as a thought crosses his mind but he covers it up with a grin, squeezes around your midsection and hums.

You cock your head and smirk. “What?”

“Nothing...It's just that-” He sighs for a moment and looks skyward. “This is probably going to sound weird seeing as we just met but-” He looks back down at you and his eyes are an ocean of blue even in street lamp light. “You are amazing.”

Heat immediately rises to your cheeks and you pray that there isn't enough light to show how red your face is. You bite your lip and look away. “I'm not that amazing...”

“Don't sell yourself short.” He pulls your chin up so you have to look at him. “You're gorgeous and whoever had you so upset before...They don't even deserve to know you.”

You pulled yourself out of his grip and took a couple steps away, running your fingers through your hair again. It had barely been 10 minutes and this guy had completely turned your night around. What was he? Some kind of superhero?

Without turning towards him you say “You know you're not so bad yourself.” Suddenly his arms are around your waist and his mouth is against your neck.

“Why do you say that?”

“My night, no my whole day has been complete and utter shit and this is going to probably sound super cliche.” You smile and lean your head back against his shoulder. “But just meeting you has made it all seem so far away.“

You can feel his smile against your neck and he kisses the same spot. “Well I'd like to continue being this amazing guy and escort you home if that's alright with you.”

You just nod a reply and he grabs your hand. The two of you walking back towards your place. You unlocked the front door and walked in, he waited on the threshold as though he was asking permission. You gestured around your apartment. Not overly large but still bigger then you would need, a gift from your parents when you moved out. “This is me casa.” You noticed where he was standing and gave him a quizzical look.

“Even though every fiber of my being is begging me to stay with you, I have to go. I have work early in the morning.” The tone of his voice and the look on his face told you that he wasn't lying to you.

You padded over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “That's okay I understand...It was nice to meet you and thanks for the millionth time for the save.”

He looked into your eyes and kissed you gently and then he was gone. You watched him walk down the hall and he gave a small wave back at you as he rounded the corner.

Sitting in your favorite coffee shop, you slowly sip your drink and look out the window as the leaves of autumn slowly drift to the ground. You brush your hair back behind your ear and sit back enjoying the small amounts of chatter and the overall warmth of the place. You open your eyes as you hear the bell ring and the door open as a couple of guys come in. One of them, tall, brown cheerful eyes and a little bit of scruff glances over at you and makes eye contact, you give him a warm smile as the two head to the counter to order their drinks. You pretend not to notice as the one with the scruffy beard continually looks back at you and you especially pretend not to notice as his friend also looks back towards your corner. Smiling into your drink, you absorb yourself in the suddenly very interesting forgotten book in front of you and soon you hear the barista call their names. 

“Miles? And…Kerry?”  

The two stride over and collect their drinks, quickly glancing up you notice that the tall one is looking towards you again.

Is he biting his lip? You think to yourself and can’t hold back the grin that spreads over your face as he takes a deep breath and walks over to your table.

“Is this seat taken?” He asks gesturing to the seat across from you.

“Be my guest!” You smile and nod.

He sticks out his hand towards you, “Miles, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Miles, I’m (Y/N).” You set your drink down and take his hand and shake it. It seems to you that he’s reluctant to let go of your hand.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” A contagious grin spreads over his face

You catch it and a wide grin spreads over your face as well “Uh this is a nice coffee shop, and I actually come here all the time.”

He laughs “It is a nice place! It’s especially nice being my first visit and all.” You smile at him under your lashes as you sip your drink again.

“And what makes this first visit so special?” You raise your eyebrow and try to cover the shit eating grin that’s spread over your face from showing.

His eyes widen for a second and the hints of a blush start to show. “Well, it’s nicely lit and the barista was really nice and…I..I got to meet you.” He stammers.

“Well, I’ve also had a better time here since meeting you.” You say, giving him a warm smile.

Another grin covers Miles’ face and he seems to be steeling himself to say something, but his friend comes back and taps his shoulder. “I know you’re with a pretty girl, Miles, but we’ve gotta go. The podcast starts in 20 and broadcast’s getting antsy.”

“Alright alright, I’m coming.” He waves his friend off and turns back to you. “Well it was lovely meeting you (Y/N), but it seems I’m being summoned. “ He stands up to leave.

“Wait!” You reach out and grab his arm. He looks down at your hand on his arm as you let go and back up to you, a small smile and a questioning look on his face.

“Uh here.” You rip a piece of paper off of a newspaper on the rack next to you and quickly dig in your purse for a pen. Once found, you scribble your phone number down and hand it to him with a smile. “Here’s my number. It was nice meeting you too.”

WC: 935

“No Joel, I haven’t seen that damn cup. I hadn’t seen it yesterday, and I haven’t seen it today!” Jack’s voice hinted only at slight frustration, having listened to Joel’s frantic questioning about some coffee cup. He watches the man, throw his arms above him, his eyes shut tightly, and though trying to envision what might have happened to it. “Why is it that important? We have plenty of paper coffee cups under the sink” His eyes snap open, looking at Jack incredulously. “If I wanted some shitty cup, I’d have gone and gotten one! This one was special!” Joel’s voice verged on panic, his eyes mad with confusion, willing Jack to remember something, anything. “Why?” Jack asked, shaking his head a little taken aback. “It’s not as though it had the winning lottery numbers, or the stock prices, or a girls number-“ He stops, watching as Joel rocks forwards slightly, his eyes widening, mouth pressing into a thin line. “Oh my god, a phone number?” “C’mon Jack!” he exclaims, clasping his hands onto his shoulders, shaking his good friend. “Specific’s aren’t important, what’s important is tha-“ “And here we have the Achievement hunter office, you’ll have to watch out for them; the lads get a little rabid. Geoff doesn’t behave much better. Things will be thrown at you. Just find something bigger and throw it back.” Burnie’s voice floats up the stairs to where Joel and Jack stand, suddenly quiet and listening. “I didn’t know we had a new employee” jack says, looking to Joel for an explanation. “What makes you think I’d know?” He retorts, beckoning Jack to follow him across to the railing, peering down. “And this is the kitchen; we don’t normally use anything in here. Most of the time we go out for food, or order pizza or something. I think the microwave works though, and the stove may just need switching on.” Joel takes in a sharp breath, pulling away from the railing with a loud exclamation of “holy fuck!” avoiding Burnie’s gaze as he turns to find the source of the outburst.

  You follow Burnie’s gaze, unable to see anything past the railing that was raised above you. He looks at you with a smile, as if to say ‘it happens all the time’, and you return with a wider grin. Burnie has been nothing but hospitable since your arrival, merrily showing you around after the interview process had finished – of which you feel went surprisingly well. Stage 5 was larger than you would have imagined, each room with a wall dedicated to fan art for whichever team member dwelled there. The Achievement Hunters were nice, Ray being first in line to greet you with a warm smile an embarrassed laugh. Burnie had warned you about the ‘team lads action news’ and that you may get bombarded at any given time during your period of working at Rooster Teeth, but rather than worrying you; the prospect was exciting. Around every corner something new was being created, production and creativity oozed from every member, and even Gus happily shook your hand. With a wave of his hand, Burnie motioned towards the stairs, “shall we go on?”

  “Oh my god Jack, holy fucking fuck – fuck!” Joel begin pacing furiously, running his hands through his already wild hair, suddenly energised. “What? What is it?” Joel quickly runs back to Jack, and again grabs his shoulder’s shaking him. “No time for questions!” he cries, letting go of the man. “How do I look?” “What?” Jack asks, lost. Joel’s body shakes, hold back the urge to bounce in frustration. His fingers curved into stiff fists at his side. “How do I look, how do I look?” “err... scruffy?” “Oh fuck!” He messes with his hair, attempting to tame the unruly structure. “Not as bad as normal though” Jack offers with a shrug. “Luckily you’re not wearing shorts” “Hey, what’s wrong with my shorts?” A noise behind the two snaps their attention, and they turn to see Burnie ascending the stairs, chattering happily.