JJ Maybank Imagines

[f] You Kiss Him During an Argument

Imagine type: fluff

Warning: swearing, unedited!

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You and JJ had argued before, it was nothing new, but you were never one to start a fight for no reason. However, today, JJ gave you a very good reason to argue.

You always knew he was impulsive when he got emotional, —you had been helping him work through it—but when he had shown up at your house, drunk and looking for easy comfort, you had to refuse.

"You aren't my mom!" He shouted when you had inquired about the bag filled with stalks of money.

"You can't just go around stealing money from drug dealers . . . or anyone for that matter!" You tried to remain calm, your voice only slightly louder than usual in hopes to keep JJ from freaking out.

"Did you like having a gun pulled on you?" He asked, coming closer, his voice terrifying on another level. You'd never seen him this upset over something.

"What?" Your voice quiet, but you attempted to keep a fixed composure. You'd tried to block out that memory and every time you were close, someone seemed to bring it up.

"He was, like . . . this close," he points a couple of nonchalant fingers in your face without taking any notice to your clear discomfort.

"Stop it," you push him away finally. "What are you going to do when Barry finds us? Do you think he's just going to forget about this?"

"I can handle him," JJ slurs, almost tripping over apparently nothing.

"Right, 'cause that's really reassuring," you roll your eyes and run your hands through your hair.

For all Barry knew, it wasn't JJ who took the money, it could've been any one of the pogues. That included you. He would go through every pogue until he found what was his.

You knew the kind of person Barry was, he wasn't going to stop for anything and that thought alone was enough to make you feel sick without the bag of money to add on top of that.

"I'm not putting it back," JJ said as if the argument was over and you were just to give up.

"He's going to come for all the pogues," you continue, pointing at the door like they were to walk in any minute. "Barry isn't someone you just decide to play around with."

"We're going to be fine," he replies curtly. "We'll deal with him when we finds us."

"So, you're fine with this, then?" You ask, shrugging your shoulders. "You're gonna be fine if Barry finds Pope or Kie and does who knows what?"

"Stop talking like it's going to happen!" JJ yells and you have zero patience.

"It is going to happen! Why are you trying to pretend like Barry is going to forget about all of this so easily? He's not going to, and you need to face the facts!"

"I'm not putting it back! I got this for my friends. We all deserve something after he pulled that gun shit on us!" He starts laughing all of a sudden and you start to feel uncomfortable. "Not even my friends. My family. I got this for my family because we've been through so much bullshit and what do we get? Nothing."

"That doesn't mean we go stealing money from every person who's wronged us."

"My dad was going to use this money for himself," JJ scoffs. "And I . . ."

He starts to rifle through the bag without finishing his sentence, his shirt lifting up the slightest bit and you catch what looks like the beginning of a very large, very serious bruise.