John Swift Imagines (CLOSED REQUESTS)

#11 Fight (REQUESTED)

requested by @oceanate hope you enjoy !!!!

I sit on the couch with Nate watching some random show on television. John's out running errands and we're waiting for him to get back. A lot of people often get the wrong idea of Nate and I. We're together a lot and people automatically think we're together, but it's nothing like that. Hell, I'm not even attracted to Nate. (LIESSSSSSS) This gets under John's skin, but I always tell him to leave it, I love him and only him.

Not too much later John walks in with a few bags. "Hey, baby," I greet. "Need any help?"

He looks at me then at Nate then at me again. "Madison? What the fuck? What are you- why are you here when I'm not here?" he interrogates, dropping the bags.

"I told you I was coming and what time I was coming, you didn't tell me you were going out so how was I supposed to know you weren't here? And I was just with Nate, why are you freaking out?" I ask. He's acting like this is the first time I've been here when he wasn't, it doesn't happen often, but it isn't the first. I don't know who shit in his blunt this morning.

"You're always 'just with Nate'," he mocks. "I don't need you hoeing around with my best friend!" he yells.

I'm completely taken aback by his words. "What the hell? Hoeing around? Is that what you think I do? I'm a hoe to you? I'm not a fucking hoe and you know that! Why would you- what the hell is wrong with you!" I scream.

"Swazz, come on man. We weren't doin' anything, you know neither of us would do you like that," Nate speaks up.

"I don't need you defending her!" he yells. "She's always here when I'm not, with you!"

"That's not true and you know it! What the fuck is the matter with you? You're acting all crazy and different- I don't even know. You get mad, I get that. But calling me a hoe? That's incredibly low," I say.

"Sneaking around with my best friend is incredibly low, Madison!" he retaliates.

"Sneaking around? I told you I was coming and when!" I respond.

"I texted you saying I was running errands! And yet you still came!" he kept on.

"No the fuck you didn't! You know what? Fuck you! I don't know why you don't trust me and I certainly don't know why you're always so damn grumpy! I've stuck with your grumpy ass for almost two years and now I'm a hoe? That's cool, I'm leaving," I say as I grab my bag and my keys, purposely bumping shoulders with him on my way out the house.

I'm not sure where we stand right now, but I'm pissed the fuck off.

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Loud bangs on the door interrupt my movie marathon. I look out the window, it's pouring rain, who the hell is at my door? I walk to my front door and look through the peep hole to see John standing there, soaking wet, looking around and hugging himself. I open the door and pull him inside.

"What the hell are you doing here? Oh my god, you're freezing. Take your shoes off and leave them in front of the door. Undress yourself, you have clothes upstairs," I say as i rush upstairs to my room. I grab a pair of his sweat pants and a black t shirt. I hand him the clothes and fold my arms. "You know, I'm not supposed to take care of you, I'm mad at you," I half joke.

He laughs, "Well, that's why I'm here, to apologize and clear the air. I hate when my baby's mad at me."

"But you always piss me off!"

He sighs, "I know, I know. I'm sorry." He reaches out for me and pulls me into a hug, nuzzling his head into my neck. I give in and hug him back, rubbing his back up and down and running my fingers through his damp hair.

He exhaled, "I checked my phone, I typed the message saying I was running out but didn't send it. My fault, I'm sorry. I'm also sorry for freaking the fuck out about you and Nate, I know you guys are just friends but I get jealous sometimes because I feel you get along easier with him. I should be happy you guys are friends, he's the reason we met after all.

"I'm also extremely sorry for saying you were hoeing around. That was beyond uncalled for and I understand if you don't forgive me for that. I just- I don't even have an explanation, I let my emotions get the best of me and that's still no excuse. I'm just so sorry."

I try to pull away but he just hugs me tighter. "Stop trying to get away from me!" he says.

I laugh and push him off. "I'm serious, John, you piss me the fuck off and honestly I want to smack the shit out of you," I laugh. "But I forgive you. Next time you say something like that I will smack you, remember that."

"Deal," he laughs.

"I should smack you anyway," I say seriously.

"Please don't, you hit hard," he laughs.

"Exactly."

He grabs my wrists and yanks me towards him, crashing his lips onto mine. I roll my eyes before closing them and kissing back.

"I hate you," I mumble against his lips.

"Sure you do," he smiles through the kiss. He lifts me up and smacks my butt, "Remember, I smack harder."

WHAT WAS THAT ENDING WYD SAM ????????

OH and that gif >>>

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