Razzbowski Imagines

(Cute Imagine [1])

Swearing: Yes.

(y/n) = Your name.  

     "Hey, hey hey! Razzbowski here, and welcome to my first vlog with my girlfriend! Say hi to (y/n)!"

     "Hey!" I said as I waved. Nothing could explain how nervous I was, and how Rhys had actually convinced me to do this.

     "We are here with the Bean Boozled challenge, along with a little bit of Higher or Lower mixed in!" Rhys said in an enthusiastic voice. "So, how this is going to work, is that (y/n) is going to go first and choose that whether or not that one subject is going to have more or less average monthly Google searches than the other. If she gets one wrong, she is going to spin this little wheel here and eat a jelly bean."

     "Some of these beans are nasty, some of them aren't. 'Tis a game of luck," I said in a voice that didn't sound like mine.

     "Yes, quite right. I'll read the flavors for you," Rhys said as he picked up the box. "Okay, so we've got toothpaste or berry blue, lime or lawn clippings, licorice or skunk spray, tootie frootie or stinky socks,  coconut or baby wipes, juicy pear or booger, peach or vomit, buttered popcorn or rotten egg, and chocolate pudding or canned dog food," Rhys listed, putting extra emphasis on the last two.

     "I'll just push play and hope for the best, then," I said. "So, is the NFL higher or lower than Alexander the Great? NFL is higher, all the way. Americans love their sports." Correct. Rhys's turn.

     "Is the Alexander the Great higher or lower than the Beatles? Lower, probably," Rhys decided. Correct. My turn again.

     "Oohhh, boy. Are the Beatles higher or lower than Barcelona FC?" I asked myself while Rhys smirked at me. He knew football, I didn't really. I grimaced and pushed lower. Incorrect. "Shit!"

     "Spin the cheap little wheel we got with these nasty beans!" Rhys said gleefully.

     I sighed a sigh of defeat and flicked the wheel. "Juicy pear or booger."

     "I've heard that the booger one tastes like plaster," Rhys teased.

     "How does someone know what plaster tastes like and not be dead?" I said. "Okay, just pick the damn bean."

     Rhys carefully picked the green bean he thought was best and said, "Open your mouth and close your eyes!" I obeyed. "Three, two, one!"

     He tossed the bean into my mouth and I closed and chewed. I exhaled in relief at the flavor.

     "You chose the right one, Razz," I grinned. He gave me a look of disappointment and I laughed in his face. He pretended to be hurt, but started his turn.

     "Next round! Okay, is Popeye higher or lower than China? Erm... Lower, because Popeye isn't as relevant to today's culture as China is." He furrowed his brow at the computer screen. Incorrect.

     "That's only slightly embarrassing," I said, trying to hold in the torrent of laughter that threatened to spew out of my mouth.

     "This is bull shit. Can I be done?" Rhys asked.

     "Nope, spin the wheel, you dingus," I said teasingly. Rhys started to get up from his chair, but I pushed him down and gave him the wheel. He spun it after a few tries, and it landed on chocolate pudding or canned dog food.

     "I ate cat food once, but it was the dry stuff and I was little," I said, trying to lift his spirits.

     "Shut up."

     I chose the bean and gave it to him. He groaned inwardly and shoved it in his mouth. His face was priceless. It went from relief to shock to gagging in a span of three seconds. I doubled over in my chair, trying not to laugh as hard as I really wanted to. I sat up and said, "Guys, I think I might be a sadist."

     "By hell you are!" Rhys sputtered.

     "For those who don't know what a sadist is, it's a person who enjoys hurting people, or in my case, laugh at other people's pain."

     We went through other more rounds of torture. We ended off the video with the both of us eating a licorice or skunk spray bean. I ultimately got karma for laughing at him. I got a bad one, and Rhys got a good one.

     "We are going to end this episode here. If you want more of this or more of (y/n), please hit that like button. It really is appreciated! I've been Razzbowski-"

     "And I've been (y/n)!"

     "And you've been the beautiful bastards, and as always, I love each and every single one of you. Goodbye!" Rhys ended the video with his usual wink. Rhys got up and stretched, and I just started to clean up.

     "Hey, I'm proud of you for not throwing up," I said playfully.

     "Same for you," Rhys said as he started to help me.

     "Eh, well, I've got a pretty good gag reflex," I said, shrugging.

     "That could come in handy later tonight," Rhys said as he ran away and I processed what he just said and what he actually meant.

     "RHYS!" I yelled as I stomped after him. I heard him run into the main room, and I sprinted down the hallway and turned the corner. Then, I ran straight into Rhys, not being able to stop, knocking him onto the couch, and myself tipping straight on top of him.

     There was a short moment of chaos, but I managed to stop falling for a second as I collected my thoughts and scoped out my position. I turned my head slightly to the right, only to be met by Rhys's sharp hazel eyes.

     "I could stay in this position for a while," Rhys said as he leaned in slowly.

     "If you want to, we could," I said, my heart pounding.

     "Sounds perfect," he said before our lips connected and we shared a tender kiss. We broke apart and snuggled for a long time, before Rhys's bladder ruined the moment. I blinked away the sleepiness that had collected in my eyes and continued with my day.

A/N: Not entirely satisfied with this first one, but tell me what you think.

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