#rt fluff

[the-baewoodchronicles]

Jon 22

22. Giggly kiss

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Jon had only asked you to be on On the Spot about an hour ago, when someone- he didn’t name names- bailed on him, and you were one of the fill in’s. Of course you were. You were about to say no and work on editing the next RT Life, but Jon, had mastered the pleading puppy eyed look, and knew you had a soft spot for him. He just knew that you’d give into him sooner or later. So you said yes.

The show began as roughly as it normally would’ve. Everyone but Jon cracking jokes and interrupting and derailing him and Jon himself, getting fed up with all the extra antics and almost futile attempts at regaining some shred of control.

The games continued and nothing really got better or less hectic. Jon kept trying to get control and had to sit through gruesome and wildly inaccurate definitions in Cunning Linguistics. When finally, your turn to answer comes by and Jon had dared to hope, that maybe, you’d help to keep him sane.

What a foolish, foolish mistake.

You sat partially off the leather chair, leaning forwards towards Jon’s desk as you spun some story that even you’d lost track of.“And then-” You take a drink of the rum and coke next to you. “You just- get a little buzzed and, uh- fuckin- you go to your prom- or someone else’s- and you suck a li’l dick, maybe a handy here and there, and that’s promstitution.” You grin, proud of your answer.

Jon looked at you as if you’d betrayed him and the others laughed at what you were saying and carried on where they wanted. You smirked proudly at Jon as he tried to get back in control yet again. The laughter was contagious and you even started to giggle at it. Jon rolled his eyes and looked away from you and a tired smile spread across his face. He leaned his elbows onto his desk and rested his chin in his palms, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips.

You weren’t sure what exactly made you want to kiss him, but the thought was there and the urge was too compelling. Jon’s laughter bubbled over his lips and he smiled into his hands, groaning every few seconds but laughing nonetheless.

You took another drink of your rum and coke, finishing off the glass and quickly- albeit shakily- stood and threw your arms over Jon’s shoulders, pulling yourself down closer to him and pressing your lips to his. He laughed as he kissed you back and you quickly pulled away as he leaned into where you were, a slight blush racing across his face.

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What's My Age Again?

A/N: even I’m not sure what I was going for to be completely honest.

Prompt: we have neighboring apartments and i found you sitting in the hall crying because you’re hella exhausted and you’re so tired you can’t get your key to work in the lock please stop crying i’m trying to help you/Joel

Summary: When you try your best but you don’t succeed.

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To say the very least, your day felt more like a week crammed into twenty-four painful hours. The comfort and warmth of your bed the only salvation you have being out off by the incessant growling of your stomach and the “Out of order” sign on the elevator, forcing you to walk four flights of stairs to your apartment.

As you made it up the last flight of stairs, you could barely hear someone whining from down the hall. You tried to push the concern out of your mind and just focus on making it to your apartment. The whining got louder as you got closer to your room, seeing your neighbor slumped against the wall between your doors, his hands slowly grazing over his keys, a dazed look on his face. He seemed to be straining to tell each key apart, whining and groaning when he couldn’t tell which was the key to unlock his apartment.

You couldn’t help but watch him, his movements somewhat interesting yet concerning. You unlocked your door more deliberately, taking your time as you did so, feeling your neighbors eyes on you the whole time.

“How the fuck-” he started, throwing his keys onto the ground. “I have been trying to do that for…an hour.” He groans, rubbing one of his eyes with the heel of his hand.

“Do you-need help..?” You ask in a quiet, rough voice.

“Yeah-I fuckin-can’t open my door..” He picks up his keys and hands them to you, the keychain crowded with different sized and shaped keys. “Can you maybe..?”

You look between him, his keys and his door, unable to turn him and his wide brown eyes down you kneel in front of his door and start the monotonous trial and error process with his keys. As you work, you feel him watching you, his eyes never leaving you as you worked on this seemingly simple task.

Every so often you’d glance at him, making him look elsewhere for a moment, making you smile even slightly.

“So..” You hummed, “I don’t think I ever caught your name.” You comment cooly, glancing back at him as you yank an ill-fitting key out of the lock.

“Oh-I’m Joel.” He sighs, retraining his eyes on you.

“[Y/N]..” You reply with a grunt, almost falling back with the ill-fitting key in hand.

“…thanks.” Joel sighs, smiling as he watched you.

“No problem.” You try to push in another key, moving on to the next when it doesn’t fit.

After about five minutes, you slide the right key in, twisting it with a little too much force in the wrong direction and snapping the handle off of the key itself. You and Joel both stare at the key in the lock and in your hand, eyes wide with disbelief. You start to apologize, but tears well in Joel’s eyes.

“I just wanna-fucking go home and-” he starts to choke up. You swear under your breath and shove his keys into your coat pocket, trying to help him up as quickly as possible.

“Fuck-you can sleep at my place-I’ll call a lock smith in the morning-alright?” He nods along, following you into your apartment, quieting any attempt at apologizing.

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Never Forget It

A/N: Long time no see! I bet y'all didn’t even notice I was gone-but here I am! Back at it again at Krispy Kreme- Prompt: “Wait a minute-are you jealous?” With Jon Risinger? Summary; Jon is very sensitive about his photography skills

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You scrolled through the portfolio of this new photographer you happened to stumble across, quietly but verbally appreciating and praising their ability, going ignorant to Jon very slightly grinding his teeth next to you. You shoved your phone into his hands, forcing his tablet aside in favor of him seeing what you were.

For a moment, Jon shot you a puzzled look and cocked an eyebrow before looking through the young artists portfolio as well. You pointed out favorites and stumbled over yourself trying to explain to him why they were so great to you.

Jon simply nodded along and went through the motions, barely responding to the pictures, only really reacting when you did. His expression seemed more vacant and disinterested as he kept looking through them. You took your phone back and lay next to him, still admiring the pictures.

As you two continued your respective activities, you couldn’t help but notice the shift in Jon’s normally laid back and welcoming demeanor to one that’s more distant and cold. Even though you two were situated close to each other, it felt as if miles were separating you two. You couldn’t exactly place what was off but you could tell something was bothering Jon.

You worked up the courage to ask what was bothering him, first gently resting your chin on his shoulder and running a hand down to rest on his forearm.

“Did I do something or are you just upset?” You ask in a small voice, barely able to force your eyes to meet his.

“No.” He dryly responds, going back to his comic.

“There is-I think-I mean-you’re not normally like this.” You sigh, lightly curling your fingers to your palm. Jon sighs and looks straight ahead of him.

“Do you like whoever that was-do you like their photography more than mine or something?” He sighs, facing the realization of why he was upset. You smile slightly and leave a soft trail of kisses up his neck and shoulder, stopping at his jaw.

“I mean-they’re great, but I mean-yours is amazing, Jon. You’re my favorite photographer, never forget it.”

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38. “YOU FAINTED…STRAIGHT INTO MY ARMS. YOU KNOW, IF YOU WANTED MY ATTENTION YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO TO SUCH EXTREMES.” Adam Ellis/ Reader

Whoa I’m so sorry this is late I haven’t logged on in forever!

But send me more?? Yes

Your eyes slowly cracked open. The world was sideways from your perspective, you noticed the thin blanket and jacket over you, then you heard someone talking. The words were blurred together in your ears. You could see the office, starting to get cluttered with games, energy drink cans and around your head, golden, block shaped pillows. You took everything in from the room. The chairs, game consoles, desks, paraphernalia, trying to guess where you were. The blurred words started to make more sense as you heard someone calling your name. You turned your face to where you thought the sound was coming from and saw Adam Ellis coming toward you, his face a mix of worry and relief.

Okay,  one mystery solved. You thought, sighing quietly knowing you were in the office of someone who was slightly-more-than-friends with, and Joel.“[Y/N], I’m so glad you’re awake,” He knelt down next to you, gently pushing some of your hair out of your face.“Adam…what happened?” You whispered groggily.“You fainted…straight into my arms.” He sheepishly grinned, “You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go through such extremes.” He half chuckled. You groaned and covered your head in the blanket.

“That is so…embarrassing.” You groaned, feeling a heat sting your cheeks.

“It’s actually kinda cute..” He smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Ugh-gross, PDA, take it somewhere else!” Joel teased, leaving the room.