I Don't Care That You Broke Me- JaxXfem!reader fanfic

Shut it, Bunny Boy.

This is just a little thing I made in the meantime because I have literally no inspiration, if you have any ideas PLEASE tell me.

I was sitting alone in my room, thinking, when I heard a click from my door. I watched as the door opened, and Jax slipped in muttering to himself, and not noticing me until he'd already closed the door.

"Ahem." I said quietly, eyeing him with slight disinterest. "Jax. What are you doing." My voice was a bit cold, and he immediately looked over at me, and froze, the smirk disappearing from his face. "Uh. Hi, Y/n." "Answer the question, Jax." "...none of your business." He responded, the smirk returning, and I rolled my eyes. "Ya see, this is actually my room, so it is my business." We continued talking, Jax rummaging through my stuff and me still sitting on my bed.

"Nah."

"Yup."

"Don't care!~"

"Well, I do!"

"Too bad sweet stuff."

"Don't call me that!"

"What, you'd rather I call you 'mine'?"

At that, my face flushed red. "NO! Shut up, bunny boy."

His smirk widened, and I could have sworn I saw a slight blush on his face, but when he turned to me, the blush was gone, and I shrugged it off, thinking it was just the lighting. "Oh, that's a new one. Usually you call me Jack!@ 🎩#$ or something. Change your mind about it?" He asked as he turned back to my drawers, looking for something.

"Stop twisting my words!"

He shrugged, and turned to me, something in his hand, and a triumphant smirk on his face. "Well, I've found what I was looking for. I guess I'll take my leave now..." He said, walking over to the door. "Jax, don't you dare-" "Seeya later, cutie!~" With that, he shut the door, leaving me flustered and a bit angry.

"JAX GET YOUR JACK!@ 🎩#$ SELF BACK OVER HERE." I shouted, but there was no response, other than a muffled, "Hate you too, Y/n."

I sighed, and got up to check what he'd stolen, though I had a pretty good idea what it was. As expected, he'd stolen my diary.

Joke's on him, I don't use it, and even if I did, he doesn't have the- I turned around, and sighed. The key I'd hung on the wall was gone, and presumably in Jax's hands by now. Well, nothing I could do about it, so I just sat back down on my bed.