Jacksepticeye Imagines!

Let's Start Over

What a fuckin' day. I think to myself before sliding my apartment key into the lock to my front door. Work was a hectic jumble of stress; usually I'm supposed to be editing the manuscripts for upcoming authors, but today was nothing but emails, meetings, and phone calls. The only editing I was able to get done was during my lunch break, which wasn't that heartbreaking because I forgot my lunch at home anyways. I'm ready to get inside and flop on the couch. Maybe  Seán will want to watch a movie tonight. Gosh, it'll be so nice to hear his voice instead of my boss' voice telling me to "work on my shit". 

I open the door to the apartment and set my purse down onto the table next to the door. I see Seán in the kitchen making some coffee, so I give him a soft smile and a, "Hey, hun" before sitting on the couch to take off my shoes. All I hear from Seán is a flat, "Hey" and the sound of his footsteps as he makes his way upstairs and back to his recording room.

Well. That was odd. Usually, Seán is beaming with joy the second I walk in the door; greeting me with a huge smile and a "how was your day, babe?" with a kiss on the cheek. Did I do something to make him angry? Did something bad happen? I don't want to keep psyching myself out so I just make my way up to his recording room and give a soft knock on the door.

"What?" I hear Seán yell through the door. Well...isn't that a kind response? I open the door a crack and pop my head the room and ask if everything's alright. "Yeah. Everything is fine. Just leave me alone. I got a lot of work to do." Seán says to me in an annoyed tone. I feel anger start to bubble up inside me. Standing a bit taller, I push the door to the room completely open and step in saying, "No. That's not how you talk to me and you know that." I make my way over to his desk and stand right in front of his desk. "Now. Tell me what's really  wrong, please?" I ask him this in the most caring voice I can muster, but inside my blood is boiling.

"Look, Y/N. I just don't want to talk right now. Is that such a fuckin' crime? Now just leave me alone so I can get this shite done!" Seán says in a raised voice. In the almost 3 years we've been together he's never spoken to me like that. At this point I'm just enraged. "Fine! Come find me when your done with your little pity party, and are ready to talk this out like adults!" I tell him angrily as I storm out of the room and into our shared bedroom.

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For the next few hours I lay in our bed watching tv and repeating the words we said to each other in my head. I know what I said was immature, but he didn't handle the situation in the best way possible either. I want to go back in there and apologize, but I'm too burned out and stubborn to do that.

It isn't until about 7 pm that I hear a soft knock on the door. I look over to see Seán standing in the doorway with a guilty look. His eyes meet mine and I can instantly tell he feels awful. He gives me a small, "Hey" and I say the same thing back. I motion for him to come sit on the bed with me and he instantly does so.

"So...are you ready to talk?" I ask Seán. He takes a deep breath in and lets out a quick exhale. "Yeah. I am" he says.

Seán tells me about how hellish his day has been. To start things off, he had an awful night's sleep. He kept waking up from nightmares plagued with losing his family and friends to his career; dreaming that he was too invested in YouTube to care about spending time with his loved ones. Next he told me about his plan to backlog videos so he could take a small break from recording, but all the footage he's been working on got either lost or deleted. Either way, it can't be found or restored. Then, as he was trying to re-record everything his camera battery died. And as an icing on the cake, he tells me he hasn't even taken the time to eat anything.

I feel my heart break when he tells me about all this. I can't be mad at him after hearing this. Sure...I was upset and confused at his outburst earlier, but now I understand why it happened in the first place. I just want to hug him and tell him everything is going to be alright. 

"Seán, I'm sorry you had such a rough time today. I understand how you feel though; I've had a tough time today as well. I guess we're both a little stressed, huh?" I said, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. "Yeah. It seems like it. I'm really sorry though. I shouldn't have gotten angry like that." He says in a more serious tone. "Thank you, hun. I'm sorry for storming out like that." I say back to him

"So...can we start over?" Seán says sweetly. 

"I'd love to" I say back giving him a loving kiss.