#jon risinger x reader

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28 w/ jon risinger?

"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.

[5lbsofsmarties]

18. Jon Risinger

“Would you mind? I just need someone right now.” Word Count: 590 Warning: Mentions of death (I’m still healing/grieving... sorry.)

With each passing day it became easier to smile and tell people that you were doing alright, that you were holding in there and doing okay – all things considered. But you knew that just because it was easier to put that smile into place and say those words didn’t necessarily mean that they were true. In fact, you were pretty sure that you were worse now than you had been just after you got the news. You had learned in the five years it had been since your mother passed away that it was only going to get worse before it even got slightly better.

However, you held yourself together for the most part at work. It was easier to lie and say you were fine when people asked than to delve into whatever mess was going on inside of your head at the moment. Hell, even Burnie and Matt had called you into their respective offices since you had returned to work after your father’s funeral. They’d asked how you were feeling and if there was anything that they could do for you and all you could do was smile and politely decline since you weren’t even sure what it was that you wanted or needed at the time.

Something had seemed to break a little bit inside your chest as you tried to answer some emails while music played absently through your headphones. You hardly even noticed the songs slipping by until you heard the all too familiar opening the Riders on the Storm by The Doors; you had almost forgotten that you even downloaded that song. Slowly, you eased back in your chair and stared blankly at the monitor in front of you. Your father used to sing that song to you as a child; it was the only song that would calm you down.

As you got older, people often laughed at how that explained an awful lot about you and your personality.

Without really thinking, you raised a hand up and wiped at your cheek to feel the wet streak of a tear under your fingers. Your chest was feeling tight and your eyes stung with the tell-tale signs of oncoming tears. You swallowed thickly and removed your headphones before pushing yourself away from your desk. Instinctually, your arms wrapped securely around yourself and you walked through the hanger, into the parking lot, and into a different building.

You stopped outside of a door and peered in to see Jon sitting at his computer. You allowed your knuckles to rap at the doorframe, which caught his attention. It looked, for a split second, like Jon was very happy to see you but he must had noticed the look on your face.

“Y/N,” he said softly, pushing his chair back away from his desk, “Are you alright?”

You shook your head and sniffled, “Can I… hang out in here for a bit? With you? Would you mind? I just need someone right now.”

“Of course I don’t mind, come in,” he said, motioning you into the room.

He got up and hurried over to pull his door shut and in the blink of an eye, he had wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest. That action seemed to be enough to break down the floodgates that you had built up and you soon found yourself sobbing into the crook of his neck. Jon sighed and rubbed your back slowly as he tightened his hold on you.

“It’s okay… Y/N. I’m here.”

[atinytouchofstardust]

NEW FIC UP!

When One Door Closes

Jon x Reader, 1,099 words.

You get stood up on a date and a stranger brightens up your day.

Pure fluffy goodness! Enjoy! <3

[chezzkaa]

Stand Up

Pairing: Jon Risinger x Reader Day 11 of Fics Advent Calendar 2017. Read the others here

Prompt: I have a prompt and it's weird but whatever Prompt: person 1 is dating reader and they're rude to reader and person 2 stands up for reader and ends up winning them over... sorry if it's weird

Trigger Warning – emotional domestic abuse. 

WC: 1068

Sometimes it’s easier to take it in silence as opposed to kicking up a fuss. You used to be certain that these moods weren’t personal, that you were just the unfortunate girl caught in the path of a bad day - but eventually that changed.

He'd seek you out. Belittling remarks would lash against your skin until you believed him. Until you agreed that you were lucky to have someone like him with all of your faults, believed that you, with all your failings, were his only lifeline.

You can’t count the amount of times you’d stood on the front steps, broken and guilty as he pleaded for you to stay. He’d always drag you back, and at first it was by grovelling into your shoes and screaming that he loved you.

But soon enough the method stopped working, and his efforts grew steadily worse.

And he started to blame you.

Blame you for the good days and the terrible days; blame you for his worthlessness and pain.

He threatened to kill himself when you last stood on that doorstep, suitcase in hand.

That’d been a month ago, an agonisingly long, difficult month that saw you crying into dinner plates and pillows. That saw you sinking further into your seat whenever he berated the television or one of your comments. Forced into hiding on the bathroom floor as he cheered with his drunkard friends; picking holes in your homemaking, your sex life, your lack of control.

But what are you to do?

No one talks about the fear, the helplessness – all you hear are people asking the question, ‘if it’s that bad, why don’t you leave?’

His self loathing is contagious, and as you sit in the dimly lit, commercial coffee shop you feel it burrowing inside. You bury your discomfort in cold coffee, milk catching on bile as you try to swallow yet another brutal day.

You hear his fingers snapping by your ear, dragging your attention from the lipstick stain lining the rim of the cup.  

With a heavy sigh he falls back in his seat, scowling as though you are something stuck on the underside of his shoe. “I’m telling you about my day, and you can’t even fucking listen to me right.”

You try not to flinch, back pressed painfully against the seat as you attempt to disappear behind it. “I am listening,” you insist, “I-I’m just not feeling well. I think the milk’s off.”

He pays little mind, powering through like a bulldozer. “Why do you always make it about you? Why can’t you make an effort for once in your life.”

This time you wince, eye twitching with the stress of the situation. You rub it and force a yawn, hoping to mask the hurt.

“Oh, am I boring you?”

“No, not at all. I’m sorry, honey, the coffee really isn’t sitting well. I’m just going to run to the bathroom, and then we’ll talk about you?”

“Yeah, you better not be fucking pregnant or something.”

“Why would you think I’m pregnant?” Your indignant, immediately regretting your question.

He shrugs, “because you’re getting fat.”

“I’m not pregnant,” you mumble to your feet, peeling out of your chair, hands shaking.

“Good, because coat hangers don’t have a good success rate. At least we can fix fat.”

You’re rushing away with a stifled squeak, fear trembling through your whole body. In your haste you don’t notice the man with wild curls coming towards you until you collide. He apologises profusely with a shake of your hand and flash of kind, blue eyes, darting away as quickly as he’d appeared. You watch him return to his seat in the corner of the shop, opening up his laptop before you slip behind the door and unfurl the note he’d jammed into your fist.

Stained with coffee and frantic scribbles, the words printed across the napkin kick start your heart, pulse racing.

‘I overheard your conversation. If you need help, tap twice on the table. Jon.’

You splash water on your face, attempting to breathe through the panic clogging your throat. You want desperately to crawl into a stall and cry, to shut away the world and forget you exist. Instead you rehearse your smile, smoothing the tremors and cracks before facing the door.

Upon exit you see the man who’d passed you the napkin is gone, your boyfriend glaring at your reappearance. You sit back down, bracing yourself for the inevitable.

“You took your sweet time.”

You pull out the practised smile. “I’m sorry, I–”

“Yeah, save it.” He waves away your words with a forceful swipe before slapping him hand on the table. You jump in shock, body running cold. “It’s always the same with you. This is why no one else wants you, you know.”

And then your tapping the table, fingers rapping the wood as you attempt to seem nonchalant. Irritated, he snatches your hand away, gripping it tightly and snarling. “Fucking stop making so much damn noise, you fucking whor–”

“Excuse me.”

You glance up, eyes wide with fear and close to tears. Jon doesn’t smile, not looking at you as he glowers at your boyfriend. In a quick motion he’s unhinged the grip, taking your hand reassuringly in his own. “You can’t treat someone like that.”

You boyfriend stands, visibly shaking in annoyance. “That’s my girlfriend, buddy. She’s fine.”

Finally Jon turns to you, eyes kind and concerned. “Are you fine?”

Despite your better judgement and the anger rolling over you in waves, you shake your head.

“You little shit, Y/N, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

With a deep, rattling sigh and no confidence at all you leave your seat, still holding Jon’s hand. “Leaving you.”

“You can’t leave me, you’re the only reason I’m still alive.”

“Find another damn reason. I’m done.”

He moves to grab you, but Jon turns his back and blocks the rage. With a smile he hands you the cold coffee mug before stepping out the way of your throw. With a smash and clatter your ex is drenched, stumbling back and tripping to the floor.

“You wanna go to the arcade or something?” Jon asks, swinging your hands together.

Casting one glance back to your ex you see his face turn red, vein popping across his forehead. “I’ve got some locks to change first, but then I’m all for it.”

[aplaceforrtprompts]

Extra Life prompt: Can I get a fluffy Jon/Reader where reader is the body canvas in the Bob Ross segment but she’s super ticklish, making things difficult for Jon?

“Will you stop wiggling?” Jon laughed as he tried to finish his painting.

“I’m sorry but the brush tickles,” you told him squirming around, unable to focus on your own art.

“Oh, really? How about this?” Jon asked, poking a clean brush under your shirt and tickling your side.

“Jon!” you squealed in a fit of giggles, flinging your paintbrush as you did so. You turned to shoot him a look but could only laugh as you noticed your paintbrush covered in red paint had ended up in his hair.

He tried to keep a straight face but cracked a smile as he looked at you, “Sort of brought this on myself, didn’t I?”

[bellshellsrage]

Let Me Teach You

{Another late edition, but here is Week 3 of Winter Month. Snow is in the forecast now...can you tell I hate it?}

Word Count:723

Pairing: Jon Risinger x reader

Prompt:

    Do you think you'd be up for some winter fluff with Jon or Ryan?

    It'd be cool if you could do something like a new/budding relationship or friends to more than friends fluffy stuff? Also I don't know if you'd be up for the challenge of a gender neutral reader?

Snow had never really been a thing for Jon. He had been in it, sure, but he was neither a fan nor opposed to the stuff.

I, on the other hand, hated it. Snow itself was wet and cold, but to make it worse no one knew how to drive in it and shovelling it was the absolute worst thing to do during the winter.

Jon tried to get me to see the beauty in the white, fluffy shit when we took a vacation to the mountains. He bounded around like a puppy, a scarf tied around his neck and a beanie pulled over his long, dark hair. He reached a mittened hand over to where I stood still, my arms folded in a rebellious pout.

“Oh, come on (Y/N)! Snow is amazing!” Jon grinned.

I shook my head. “It’s cold and I can’t feel my toes anymore.”

Jon twirled around like a ballerina before kneeling down and gathering up a handful of snow. The realization of his plan crossed my mind when he glanced my way with a wicked smirk. “Don’t you dare throw that snow-”

My words were cut off by an impact to the stomach. I left out an ‘oomph’ before glaring at the red faced man who was backing away. “I didn’t think it was going to be that hard. I am so sorry.”

“Let me tell you a little bit about snow…” I muttered as i slowly walked forward. “Risemonger.” I bent and scooped up a handful of snow. “Some snow is soft and fluffy. That snow may be pretty but it sucks for making shit.” I cupped my bare hands around the icy substance, keeping my steady forward pace. “Other snow, like this, has more ice in it so it’s harder but more packable.” The skin on my palms were turning color due to the cold. “And other snow is so full of dirt and mud and road grime that no one wants to touch it, so it waits…” I was standing in front of him now. “And melts.” I grinned as i planted the ball of firmly packed snow into his face.

Jon yelped as the sudden cold hit his skin, and jumped back as I laughed. “Not cool!”

“No, it was fucking cold!” I yelled back, earning a glare. “Now can we go inside and drink hot chocolate like normal people do when it snows?”

He nodded and walked towards me, slinging his arm over my shoulder. “That was some good talkin’ though. Real scary shit.”

“Thank you. I learned it from Ryan.”

Jon nodded with a half smirk. “Of course you did. Scary motherfucker.”

“But oh so cute.” i replied with a grin.

“Oh really? That’s how it’s gonna go?” Jon laughed. I nodded through my giggles. “Fine. No marshmallows for you then.”

My laughter stopped and I stared up at his chiseled jaw as I gasped. “How dare!”

“Oh, I dare!”

“Not if I get there first and hide them!” I called as I started to run towards the house. I heard Jon start to run after me and glanced back just as he slipped and fell in the snow. “Learn how to run in snow, Risemonger!”

“Oh fuck you!” He called back, laughter in his voice.

Later that day after we were warm and dry, cuddled up by the fire, I sighed in contentment and sank into the couch cushion.

“What are you doing?” Jon chuckled, moving his arm to look down at me.

I glanced up at him. “Getting comfy and warm.” He pulled me closer and I curled into his side. A comfortable silence fell in the room and I glanced out the window. “Jon, look…”

Outside, a light snowfall had begun. The moonlight hit the the flakes and made them shimmer as they hit the ground while the fire inside made the already thin layer of fluffy snow glow. We sat watching for a bit before Jon chuckled.

“You like this snow, don’t you?” I didn’t reply. My eyes were trained on the window, mouth tugged into a slight smile. “It’s alright. I think it’s pretty too.” Jon whispered as he gently laid his head on mine.

We sat together for a long while watching the magic of winter encase us, knowing that nothing could ruin this moment.

[vidderinserts]

Can’t Fake It | Jon Risinger

Summary: Soulmates, Fake Ah Crew, and an artist

Warnings: I use the word cunt

Notes: Please note this is set in the FAHC world. This is not real, I don’t actually know how any of the people written about would actually be in a scenario like this. This is all a work of fiction and I mean no disrespect to any of the mentioned people

<b>Enjoy!</b>

Jon had been sixteen when his Soul Mark appeared. Pretty par for the course, as anyone who had a soulmate got the tattoo on their sixteenth birthday. Science still hadn’t quite explained it, even after hundreds of years. He had been disappointed when he couldn’t make heads or tails of the saying, probably attached to a crazy person.

Until the day he moved to Los Santos, and he found himself being held up in his new bank. By the Fake AH Crew. Who he later learned had to change the name of their gang every other week because the mud crawlers of the godforsaken city would try and use it.

That day he learned that the nonsense on his arm would fit the ridiculous abbreviations the crew had to switch to. So he decided to take the initiative.

He had always been an avid artist, talented with a brush and lines. So he began to practice, carefully dragging paint on canvas and recreating his favorite art pieces.

Geoff Ramsey always did enjoy hocking a good forgery.

He wasn’t part of the crew really, he had no taste for wild car chases or shoot-em-ups. But if Geoff wanted something appraised - he’d been sold a fake he’d been assured was genuine and it hadn’t settled well - Jon would verify its authenticity. If he wanted something forged, Jon was his guy.

He’d even paid way more than Jon had asked for a few original pieces.

Kdin had actually been the one to introduce the two and Jon would forever be grateful to her. She’d met him at a gallery - about five minutes before FAHC had stormed in - and they’d talked about the pieces he’d been showing. Impressed with his work, she’d made sure to pass his information to Geoff when they’d gone over the pieces they’d stolen.

Now, as the Vagabond helped him carry a few paintings into the latest penthouse, he once again thanked his friend mentally. He’d nearly dropped a replica of Starry Night on his foot (Haywood had snorted, but still silently made sure the artist was okay) but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Not when the most beautiful person he’d ever seen was right there.

Sitting beside Ray, pieces of his beloved rifle in their lap, was a gorgeous (h/c) person wrapped in Ray’s obnoxiously purple hoodie. They were laughing, occasionally stopping to actually help clean the weapon. The sniper looked amused, even as he tried to feign annoyance.

“Just gonna stare at them?” Jon’s gaze snapped back to Haywood (if you asked how he knew the mans name, he’d just smile and say he had his own ways) only to find the psychopath smirking. “They’re pretty cute, right?”

“I mean, that’s a handsome individual.” He flushed, blue eyes darting away.

“They’re Meg’s, part of the Dollz. They came to help Geoff out with floorplans. They’ve been inside the mark.”

“That’s the most I’ve ever heard you say at once.”

“Don’t push it.”

“Jon!” The artist turned to find Ray watching with a grin. He apparently finally spotted the outlier while yanking on the purple garment, trying to get it back from the temp. Said Doll was watching with a delighted look in their eye. “Have you finally come to rekindle our love?”

“In your dreams,” he replied with an easy smile.

“Every night, Risinger.”

“So.” Jon ignored the Puerto Rican, setting the heavy canvases down against the wall and coming closer. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets, a crooked grin on his stubbly face and shoulders kinda hunched. “What’s FAHC stand for this week?”

Ryan and Ray shared a look, knowing the man asked every new person around the base the same thing. Ryan had managed to put together the ‘why’, having seen the colorful words branded on his forearm.

“Fuck Assholes Hard Cunts.” The sniper and vagabond heard the gasp both took. With a rough tug, the former was being forced out of the room. “So, uh... Jon, huh?”

“Yeah. I don’t think I caught your name though.”

“I didn’t throw it.” His smile grew a bit bigger as he perched on the back of the couch. They smiled up at him, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s Porcelain out on the job... but you can call me Y/N.”

“Can I call you my date for Friday?”

“Long as you never use a line like that again.” Y/N giggled.

[rt-reader-inserts]

"I see the light" with Jon Risinger??

This one is so cheesy holy shit. Request Disney-themed TSFs!!

As you walked through the botanical gardens at dusk you noticed Jon was no longer right beside you. You turned around, expecting to find him crouched in front of flower with his camera out. Instead, he was kneeling in front of you, making you simultaneously gasp and throw your hands over your mouth.

“Y/N.” Jon began, a wide smile on his face. “I’ve known you for seven years but it feels like it’s been forever. Everything looks different when I see you, when I’m near you. When you’re here, with me, it’s crystal clear I’m where I’m meant to go.” Jon’s hands were shaking, and you were crying tears of joy. “I love you, Y/N. You’re the biggest source of light in my life, and I want to spend forever with you. Will you marry me?”

You nodded, words failing you, and Jon shakily took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your finger. Pulling him up by the hands you kissed him, feeling complete and utter bliss.

[the-golden-gus-blog]

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?”

[theifbaby]

Jon gets a new camera for work and wants you to help test it, but his tests for it better not make it to the RT store...

[rtscrobbles]

42 with Jon Risinger

Aww, I hope I do it justice. This prompt is so cute!

- - -

You stood there, tapping your fingers against the bathroom vanity. One minute had passed, you had to wait three to find out the results of the test. A pregnancy test you had laying around for "just in case purposes". You had some symptoms but the one that really hit home was that your period was late, by two weeks.

Jon wouldn't be home until a bit later tonight so you had time to prepare how you would tell him if you ended up being pregnant.

Two minutes had passed. You looked in the mirror. Could you prepare for baby? Did he even want a baby?

Three minutes passed and your alarm took your attention. You felt your anxiety begin to bubble and breathing becoming shallow as you flipped the test over.

Two lines. Two very prominent lines.

At first you didn't know how to react, you stood there in shock. You were pregnant. "Y/N, I'm home!"

Before you could hide the test, Jon found you in the bathroom. You quickly shove the test behind your back as Jon stands in the doorway, hoping he didn't see you put it behind you.

"Hey baby," You said almost a bit too enthusiastically. "Y/N, what are you hiding from me?" Jon queries, trying to look behind you without bursting your personal space.

You took a breath and brought your hands forward, you could feel the tears beginning to form and sting in your waterline. Your lips began to tremble as you barely made out the words;

"I'm pregnant,"

[5lbsofsmarties]

Congrats on 400 my dude!!!! Could ya do 12 with jon? Can’t wait to see you at 500!

Word Count: 324Thanks so much, my man!

The last vestiges of sleep slowly ebbed away and all youreally wanted to do was claw at it and pull it close. However, it soon becamevery obvious that that was not going to happen and you would eventually have towake up and face the day. Your face screwed up in malcontent as you rolled overand tried to bury yourself deeper into the mess of sheets and blankets.

You could feel the bed dip under someone else’s weight andthen gentle fingers carding through your hair. You pressed your head into thehand and let out a happy sort of sigh at the contact, but kept your eyes closedtightly.

“Hey… I’ve got a surprise for you,” Jon’s voice murmurednear to your ear.

Slowly, you peeled open an eye to look up at him, “What isit?”

Jon let out a laugh and sat up enough to begin to pull theblanket down off of your shoulders. You made a very weak attempt at keeping itthere but relented and allowed him to pull it down to your waist. With apathetic sort of whine, you sat upright and attempted to rub the sleep fromyour eyes. When you finally opened both eyes fully, you saw Jon standing nextto the bed holding a tray in his hands.

“Birthday breakfast in bed,” he said happily as he put thetray over your lap.

On the tray was a plate of homemade hash browns, an omelet, bacon,and a rather large cup of coffee. You cooed softly and looked up at Jon withwide eyes. “You’re too good to me,” you murmured as you reached out for thecoffee.

With a small laugh, Jon perched himself on the bed next toyou and smiled contently back at you. “I know it’s disgusting isn’t it?” heasked, scrunching his nose at you.

“The worst,” you playfully agreed as you took a sip.

[atinytouchofstardust]

Hey guys! I have just added a masterlist of all my fics on my blog! Hopefully that’ll make them all a little easier to find. They are all links to AO3.

You can get to the masterlist here!

I also have a lot of ideas for fics right now that I’m really excited about!

Thank you all <3

[chezzkaa]

Impromptu

Pairing: Jon Risinger x Reader Day 19 of Fics Advent Calendar 2017. Read the others here

Summary: Meeting Jon at the train leads to the arrangement of an impromptu date. wc: 426

The train station is as choked as ever, people bustling through the smallest of spaces and darting between slow groups of tourists as their cameras flash. A steady hum of voices merges together as the trains rattle through, bright flashes of colour flooding the tunnels before screaming into the darkness.

He’s been stood at that damn map for the past ten minutes.

I’ve been watching from the coffee kiosk with a drink that I doubt has ever seen a bean, more out of needing somewhere to rest my eyes than genuine interest. I can see his fingers working his hair, worry set in his shoulders.

With a sigh I dispose of my drink, wandering to the schedule beside him with a tentative smile. There’s something achingly familiar about the man, something I recognise in the deep blues of his eyes and dark tangles of hair.

“You alright there?”

He jumps at the sound of my voice, returning my smile. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Well,” I laugh, “can I help?”

He scratches the back of his head, fingers dispersing his rich curls. “I’m trying to get to the gallery.”

“The one in the city?”

He nods, smiling. “I’m visiting from the States, figured I couldn’t miss the artist they’re showcasing. But it looks like I’m not gonna make it in time for the opening.”

His face falls, eyes clouding as he looks back to the board.

“Not necessarily, I’m heading there as well. Train’s in a few minutes, then it’s just a tram or two. We head there together?”

“Thank you so much,” he cheers, ecstatic as he follows me to the platform, train rushing past in a surge of wind. “You can abandon me as soon as we’re there. I don’t want you to feel obligated to be my guide.”

“Don’t be silly,” I smile, waving away his words and stepping onto the train, “you seem nice, and like you’re not gonna murder me. I do have to go to the Theatre later on though.”

His eyes widen, settling into the seat beside me. “No kidding.”

“What?”

“Me too!”

“You’re serious?” I laugh, “looks like the universe is trying to set us up. I’m Y/N.”

“Jon.”

“That’s where I know you from!” I exclaim, shaking his hand a little eagerly, “I watch you online. Oh god, sorry. Is that weird? I swear, I’m the regular amount of weird.”

“No, no it’s fine! It’s not the reason you’re accepting a date with me, is it?”

“Date? Is that what this is?”

“Can it be?”

[aplaceforrtprompts]

Holiday Flash Fic Challenge: Day 8

Pairing: Jon Risinger x Reader

Prompt: “You’ve never had a white Christmas? Well, we’re going to fix that.”

Word Count: 430

Requester: @orangesherbert06

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going?” Jon laughed as he threw his bag in the trunk of your car.

“And I’m not gonna. What part of surprise are you not getting?” you stuck your tongue out before shifting your bags so you could close the trunk.

Jon sighed and looked over at you, “You can’t blame a guy for trying.”

The car ride was typical. You and Jon sang classic rock songs and a few pop hits off key. You talked about everything and anything. You could tell though in a couple of exits that Jon was going to possibly know where you were headed so you threw a blindly at him.

“Put this on,” you told him.

“What?” Jon looked down at the mask down in his lap. “Did you get his from On The Spot?”

“I may have borrowed it. Put it on. I don’t want the surprise to be ruined,” you told him before looking over your shoulder and switching lanes.

“Are you taking me to Disney?” Jon joked but slipped on the blindfold.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” you told him.

You didn’t have much further to go luckily. You cranked up the heater a little more as you started to see snow on the ground.

You finally found the cabin you had rented for you and Jon.

“Okay. We’re here but hold on,” you told him as parked the car.

You turned off the car and slipped out of your seat. You ran over to Jon’s side, shaking with anticipation. You opened his door and he shivered as the hit rushed out.

“Jesus that’s cold. I’m guessing not Disney,” Jon commented as he slipped out of the car. A soft crunch under his feet caused curiosity to get the better of him. He pulled off the blindfold and gasped as the picturesque snow covered cabin came into view. “What’s this?”

“It’s you ruining the surprise,” you punched his shoulder for removing the blindfold, “But seriously you said you never had a white Christmas so I figured we’d better fix that. I rented the cabin for the weekend. Even got it decorated so I figured our first Christmas together could be a magical one right out of a Hallmark movie.”

“I love it,” Jon pulled his eyes away from the view long enough to look down at you and plant a kiss on your lips, “This is going to be the best Christmas ever.

“You’re damn straight it is,” you smiled and snuck another kiss before tugging him inside.

[bellshellsrage]

Fall in Love

{Week 4 of Fall Month and thing’s are getting punny! Thank you to Frankie ( @fics4you ) for your help with this idea. }

Word Count: 496

Pairing: Jon Risinger x reader

Jon’s favorite thing about fall was the way the world changed color. Everything turned from bright, neon hues to subtle shades kissed by the sun. It was perfect for photos, which is what he was doing one Saturday afternoon.

He had music going and he hummed along as he rose his camera to capture a stream of sunlight hitting a patch of green grass that was nestled among a trio of trees. As the camera clicked, his breath caught. Under the tree was a figure. They were leaning against the trunk, a book on their knees. The sun was not only hiding their face, but making their hair shimmer.

After staring for an uncomfortably long time, Jon mustered up the courage to approach the person. “Hello!” They jumped in surprise and Jon was able to see their curious expression. “Sorry to scare you, but I’m a photographer and I was wondering if it was okay that I take some photos of the area? It’s so pretty, but if you don’t want to be in a picture I understand and I’ll go somewhere else.”

“It’s okay. Do you want me to do anything?” Jon smiled at their kind voice.

“Just… keep being you. It’s perfect.” He turned to walk away, but spoke over his shoulder. “I’m Jon by the way.”

The stranger smiled and nodded once. “I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

Jon grinned and his heart flipped as his new subject did too. He stepped aside and started to take pictures, noting how the light made (Y/N)’s skin glow and making them look slightly ethereal. After a few shots, he moved to a new spot to take more, then moved again and repeated the process. At one point, a leaf fell right on the top of the page that (Y/N) was reading, making Jon laugh at their slight scowl.

“You think that’s funny?” They called to Jon with a challenging tone.

Jon nodded as he walked towards the tree. “Yeah, I do. That leaf wanted you.”

(Y/N) laughed as they stood and brushed off their jeans. “Do you want to go for a walk with me?”

“Sure! I love walks!” Jon perked up like an excited puppy, his bright blue eyes shimmering in the sun.

They followed the path together, talking and laughing until it was far too dark to see where they were going.

“This was fun. We should do it again sometime.” Jon stated as they walked to their cars.

“We really should. And hopefully it won’t start with you scaring the shit out of me.” The smirk on their face made Jon pause, but the happy glimmer in their eyes lifted his spirits again.

Jon laughed. “No promises.”

And so the tradition began, with the pair meeting for a warm beverage before journeying through one of the parks in Austin. Soon, however, Jon started to feel something more for his friend… he had started to fall in love.