Rooster Teeth One Shots

Jon X Reader

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I swore as I punched my bedroom door in anger as tears streamed down my face. I kicked the door before sliding down it onto the floor, bringing my knees up to my chest, hugging them tight.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!" I yelled at myself hitting my head on the back of the door. My doorbell rang but I ignored it. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I didn't want anyone to see me. I just wanted to be alone. It rung again. And again. And again.

"Please just go away." I whispered. The doorbell finally stopped, I sighed and rested my head on the door.

"(Y/N)?" Shit! "(Y/N) where are you?" Jon called. I stayed silent hoping he would go away. I could hear his footsteps get closer.
"(Y/N)? I know you're in there... just let me know you're okay... One knock for yes, two for no." I tapped my head lightly on the door once.

"I don't see you any different. You know that right?" I sighed and shut my eyes tight, trying not to remember earlier today.
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I shut down my computer and grabbed my bag, searching through for my phone. A loud squawk echoed through the room before a Brit zoomed past me, colliding with my shoulder causing me to crash to the floor, my bag flying across the room. I groaned and sat up to see Jon kneeling beside me.

"Are you okay?" I nodded and stood up quickly, looking for my bag. Jon spotted it and walked over putting everything back in. I went to stop him when he picks up the bottle.

"(Y/N)?" He turned around, looking at me worried. I ran out quickly, not wanting to explain myself. I wouldn't let myself break down until I was home.
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"I still think that you are an amazing, strong, intelligent, beautiful woman." His voice was soft and caring. My heart started doing flips. I opened my mouth but no words came out.

"Can I come in...?" I tapped my head once more on the door before shuffling forward. The door opened, then closed quietly. Jon sat down in front of me, I opened my mouth but was engulfed in a hug before I could think of what to say.

"Don't even think about apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for. You are still exactly the same person you were this morning. You just have someone to help you... if you want." I nodded my head in his chest. He hugged me tighter, resting his chin on my head.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"For what?"

"Understanding." He kissed the top of my head softly, as if i was made of china.

"Of course I would. You're still my number one girl." I looked up at him and sighed.

"Jon I'm a mess."

"That my dear girl is not true. You are still (Y/N). You just have a touch of depression." I smiled and kissed his cheek. He smiled and blushed ever so slightly.

"Sorry for running off earlier. I just didn't know what to say."

"I'm just glad you're okay. I really care about you." I didn't want to ask why, even though I wasn't too sure why anyone would care for me. I just wanted to enjoy the moment.

"I care about you too Jon... More than anyone else." And then slowly, like those cheesy romance films he leaned in slowly and out lips touched. The cliché feeling of fireworks were going off and I couldn't have been happier.

And of course he had to say a cheesy pickup line.

"Maybe I could be you're antidepressant?" To which I of course said.

"That's all I'll ever need."