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Anonymous asked:
Hi! Can I request a Jay x reader (sorry nya) where they get into a fight about something and it hurts the reader, so they lock themselves in their bedroom. And after some coaxing they open the door and then it’s fluff. Sorry, I’m a sucker for angst to fluff fics!
Of course! I’ve not written a Jay x Reader before, but I’m very excited to try writing his character <333 And I haven’t written angst in a while either, but this will be a good way to get back into writing it. Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy <3
Pairing: Jay x Reader
Warnings: cussing, angst, yelling and a fight :(
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Damn. It’s a shame Kai isn’t awake right now. You sigh, frustratedly shoving away a newspaper while wishing the fire elemental would just burn it. You didn’t want to read it anymore. You don’t want to be famous anymore.
Even though the accursed document is farther away now, you can still see the header marked with: “MASTER OF DESTRUCTION IN AFFAIR?”
It sickens you. You want to claw your eyes out. You want to vanish into the void forever. You feel your anger rising as you suddenly yank the newspaper and start shredding it.
“They don’t fucking know, they don’t fucking understand, and yet they- they-ugh!” You suddenly don’t care how loud you’re being despite it being late in the night. What did you ever do to the public, except help save their sorry asses multiple times?! Why must they tarnish your name like this? Is it because you’re a girl? Is it because you just want to be happy? Or is it because the media is too obsessed with your personal life?
You feel tears threatening to spill as you grip your forehead with your palms. You want to leave. You’re not sure how much more of this you can handle.
“Babe?” comes a voice. You sigh. Normally, you’d be comforted with Jay here, but not now.
“What?” you mumble, swiping at your eyes.
Jay hesitates for a moment, and you know he knows that you’re not in a good mood. “We heard you yell. Is everything okay?”
A bitter laugh escapes you as you feel a headache forming. “Oh yeah. Everything’s fine.”
Jay frowns before sitting down next to you. Usually, he would take your hand or rub your back. Tonight, though, he’s well aware of your mood. “Paparazzi being annoying again?”
“Annoying?” you mumble, rubbing your forehead. “Not even close. It’s more than that.”
“I’m here to listen,” he offers.
You sigh. You love him, but…you really don’t want to talk to him right now. You just want to go to sleep and let yourself cool down before you decide to do something rash.
Unfortunately for you, though, you know he’s not going to let this go. And while that would usually be endearing, as of right now…it’s annoying.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you say simply.
Jay’s frown deepens, and you immediately notice a shift. Why isn’t he accepting that like he always does?
“You never want to talk about anything that bothers you,” he mutters, crossing his arms.
“Is that a problem?” you snap, sitting up straighter.
“Actually, it is,” Jay replies. “You never tell me what’s wrong. And it makes you…it makes you like this.”
“Like what?!” you challenge, using your legs to push yourself away and put some distance between the two of you.
“Closed off and…and mad. And you expect me to just ignore you when you’re upset.”
“Well, it seems like you’ve been ignoring the media lately too.”
“The media? What about it has you so pissed?”
You grit your teeth as you feel your anger level rising. Sure, you never really told him, but you also feel like it’s pretty obvious. He couldn’t have not noticed the dirty stares you were sent while in public. Or the blatant verbal shaming. Which - you’ll give him credit where it’s due - he would speak up about. But how has he not figured it out yet?!
“Everything about it,” you snap. “Considering every fucking article involving me also involves you. There’s nothing about my accomplishments, or my thoughts, or my opinions. It’s just gossip. Just shallow bullshit that I can’t stand anymore!” you yell, standing up and violently swiping all of the torn newspaper off of the table. “I don’t want to fucking do this anymore!”
Jay huffs, crossing his arms as he also stands and glares at you. “Then why don’t you just aim higher?”
You feel your heart skip a beat. He…your eyes widen, and now you know that he knows he struck a nerve.
“Aim higher?!” you yell. “You know what? Fuck you. I’ve done more than your sorry ass could ever do! I’m more than a fucking girlfriend.”
You feel tears pooling in your eyes, but your temper doesn’t allow you to back down just yet. You’re about to add on to your rant when he butts in:
“Well, if it upsets you that much, then how about we take that title away? Then you won’t have to deal with our shallow bullshit anymore!”
You heart stops. That’s…that’s not…no. You were upset, but you didn’t mean for this to happen. You start feeling your head spin as you grip your forehead again, taking a step back.
You need to go. You need to clear your head. This…this wasn’t what you wanted, but of course…your temper got in the way again. And it’s ruined everything. You avert your stare away from Jay and take off running into the hallway.
You manage to make it into your room before you slam your door and lock it, sinking to a sitting position with your back against the door. You curse your temper, and your own self. If only you had just walked away…this would have been avoided. But now, because of your own carelessness, you’ve lost Jay.
At some point, you drag yourself to bed and cry yourself to sleep.
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You don’t know what time it is when you wake, but you know it’s early in the morning. It’s still dark outside, and it appears that it was a sound that woke you.
You wait for a few seconds, and it happens again. You realize it’s the lock to your room. You quickly realize Jay still has the key to your room. You feel your lip tremble as you hear the door opening, and quiet footsteps approaching your bed before you feel the bed dip.
Soon after, a pair of hesitant arms encircle your figure as you feel Jay’s head coming up next to your ear.
“Babe?” he mumbles, rubbing your cheek. “Babe, wake up.”
You turn your head to face him, noticing that his eyes are red and puffy, much like yours. You already feel your eyes glassing up as you open your mouth to apologize, wondering if you can mend what’s been broken, but he cuts you off with a finger to your lips. You turn so that you’re on your back, and he’s hovering over you slightly.
“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles. “I never…I didn’t mean anything I said. What I said was horrible and…and I promise you that I will never intentionally hurt you like that again.”
“I need to apologize too. I was so angry that I wasn’t wording my feelings correctly, and it sounded like I was mad at you when really I’m just frustrated.”
Jay presses a kiss to your cheek. “The guys were all up when I got back to our room. They demanded to know what happened, and when I explained I realized why you were upset. And I think your frustration is justified.”
“I should have stepped away while I could,” you reply. “I was just…not in the mood.”
“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“You are forgiven,” you say, smiling as presses his nose against yours.
“Does that mean we’re…?”
“We’’re okay,” you answer, raising your hands above his head so you can pull him into a kiss.