Shit (Jon Rua x Reader)
Summary: your day is really shit, so cuddles from Jon are very needed. Request: sadness is the only request, and that request was from God himself. Warnings: family issues, and work problems. Words: only 263, just a small thing. A/n: I've had a shitty evening, so I wrote this to make me feel better. ------------------ Today couldn't get any worse! First off my car breaks down in the driveway, making me have to walk to work in the rain. Which meant I was late for work, so my boss yelled at me, causing me to cry in the bathroom. Then my friends cancel lunch with me, but went out themselves. After that dinner, with my family was horrible. Being they all consistently criticised everything about me, from my choice of outfit to my friends. Then I had to walk home, in the cold, miserable, heavy rain. By the time I reached the door I had already broken into tears, my work clothes sticking to me in an uncomfortable fashion. I held the door handle and pushed in down, falling through the door. "Y/n? You okay?" I heard from the other room. "Not really..." I sigh, dropping my purse to the floor and I hunch forwards, making sniffing noises as I wiped my eye. I hear gentle foot steps on the ground. as I look up, my red puffy eye make contact with Jon's Empathetic ones, I opened my arms, seeing a ghost of the smile crack on Jon's face as he swept me up into his arms, giving me a great big hug, he warm chest giving me a fuzzy feeling in my stomach, he pulled away and brushed a hand behind my ear, tucking away my loose hair. "How about we go take a nice warm shower, then you tell me all about it?" He offers, I smile and nod, wrapping my arms around him again.
