Razzbowski Imagines

(Romantic Imagine[1{Part 2}])

     I walked into the recording room and started to set up. Since I had pulled Rhys off the computer, he didn't have time to log off, which made my life and his life much easier. I put on his headphones and opened up Garry's Mod. I messaged Dawko.

     Me: I'm ready when you are

     Dawko: I'll invite you to the group chat, I'm basically done getting ready, and so are the 8-Bits

     Me: Gotcha

     Dawko soon called me, and added the Ryans to the call. I positioned the microphone so it wasn't directly in my face instead of by my mouth, and waited for about three minutes so that everyone was ready. 8-BitGaming started their intro.

     "So what is going on, guys? This is Ryan here."

     "And this is Other Ryan here."

     "Dawko here!'

     "Hey, it's (Y/n)!"

     "And we are going to be playing some Garry's Mod prop hunt," Ryan finished before we started the game.

     "Okay, I'm with Dawko," I said. "We're the props first."

     "This is bad, we don't know this map, it's brand new! They can find the good spots easily," Other Ryan said.

     "(Y/n), come over here! Take this-" Dawko said as he handed me a bottle. "-and follow me."

     "Okay..." I said uncertainly.

     I followed him for a while, and eventually we ended up right where we started.

     "Oops..." Dawko said.

     I chuckled grimly and said, "Well, we're screwed, aren't we?"

     Right on cue, Ryan shot a grenade at us and got us both. I groaned and Dawko, Ryan and Other Ryan laughed unhealthily hard.

     There were a couple more rounds played, and on the last one Rhys came up behind me with a heavy blanket and sat on an extra chair he had. Still shaking, pale, and weak, but alive enough to want to be entertained. I glared at him, and he shrugged.

     "Okay, Dawko. This one is for the win," I said as I rubbed my hands together.

     "I have a plan!" He said as we spawned as the normal creepy old men. "Follow me!"

     "If it's like the first one, we're dead," I said with a giggle.

     "I know what I'm doing this time," Dawko said. I can almost see his evil smile.

      Both of us picked up a hula girl hidden in a corner of the map. I followed him to the master bedroom. He used the help of a box to jump on the bed and onto the pillow.

     "Come to bed with me, (Y/n)," Dawko said mock-seductively. Little did he know that Rhys had used a headphone splitter before and shared the things I was hearing. I turned to look at him. I knew that look.

     I pursed my lips. "Okay, this had better work."

     "Don't worry, it'll be fine," Dawko said.

     While Ryan and Other Ryan tried to find us, I muted the microphone and talked to Rhys.

     "Rhys, it was a joke. I'm sure he didn't really mean it," I said, as soothingly as possible.

     Rhys took a deep breath. "Still, he had no right to say that. You're my girlfriend, only I can joke about that."

     "I'll let you talk to him after the recording's finished. We can't deal with it now," I said as I turned back to the computer. He didn't answer, he only nodded unconvincingly.

     As the clock wound down, Dawko and I decided to throw some playful banter at the Ryans. Ultimately, our team won. We celebrated with a virtual high-five. Then we ended the recording.

     I let the Ryans hang up before I handed the mic to Rhys.

     "Dawko?" he asked.

     "How're you feeling?" Dawko asked answered.

      "Doesn't matter. I just... I didn't like what you said to (Y/n) earlier. I'm her boyfriend, I have the rights to make those jokes. Not you."

     Dawko sighed. "I'm sorry, dude. I just found it appropriate at that time. I didn't know you were around."

     "You would've said it anyway, then. See, that's what's bothering me," Rhys said, keeping a calm voice, but not a very calm looking face.

     "Okay, Razz. You're getting a little protective," Dawko said cautiously.

     "I don't want to lose (Y/n)! She doesn't deserve to be pulled around like that!" Rhys yelled. I put a firm hand on his shoulder. He relaxed slightly. "Okay, what I'm trying to say is... do it again, I will not be pleased. Try not to do it again."

     Dawko sighed, probably in relief. "Thanks, Razz. For forgiving me, more or less."

     "Talk to you later, Lewis."

     "See you, Razz."

     Rhys hung up. I let out my breath I didn't know I was holding.

     "That could've gone smoother," I commented.

     "Yeah, this fever's done something strange to my brain," Rhys replied.

     "That's not the fever, that's the weed I know you've been smoking in your room while I was playing Garry's Mod," I joked.

     "That'd be a little more relaxing," Rhys chuckled.

     "Okay, but I think you're ready for food- finally," I added.

     "Sounds good," Rhys said as he leaned back in his chair. I stood up, hugged his feverish body, and left to make him some well-deserved food.