KickthePj Imagines

Fights

"I don't actually want to hear it y/n," Pj snapped as we entered our flat. He threw his keys down on the counter and picked up his cat.

"Well, I want to talk about it!" I snapped. Pj and I rarely fought. We both believed in calmly working through problems, and calling attention to issues early so they didn't become a big deal. However, right now, we were both stressed and tired. Pj had been working on a project after the project. I, on the other hand, was planning for our wedding. The fight has blossomed when I'd seen Pj's latest spendings. He'd bought tons of craft supplies to make props for his films. Normally, I wouldn't have cared, and I would've encouraged him, but this was different. Not only were we supposed to be saving for the wedding, but Pj and his 'crew' had promised to create DIY decorations and table settings so I wouldn't have to worry about it. They hadn't even started those, and yet he was making props for film projects.

Honestly, if I'd spoken kindly, and softly, to begin with, I knew Pj would've apologized. However, I had been very angry when I'd seen it, and I'd lashed out irrationally. Now I was too prideful to calm myself down. We'd been supposed to go on an ice cream date tonight, but we'd spent the whole outing fighting, so we'd come home early. We were still in the middle of the argument now.

"Nag, nag, nag!" He went on. "All I hear from you is yelling, where is the nice girl I used to know?"

I boiled with anger. I felt my face heat up as I practically spat at his words.

"Hm, I don't know?" I said sarcastically, putting a finger to my mouth in mock thought. "Maybe she was buried under the seventeen hundred responsibilities she has that her fiancée doesn't seem to be bothered with!"

"You know I care about this wedding y/n, why would've I have asked you to marry me if I didn't?" Pj snapped back.

"Then why haven't you done anything? Why are your dumb little space films more important than our future?" I shouted. I regretted it the minute it was out of my mouth. Pj's eyes burned with anger, his face recoiled with hurt. He looked as if he'd been stung.

"Fuck you," he snarled and dropped the cat he'd been holding for comfort. He went off to his office and slammed the door.

I stood there a moment, feeling awful. I hadn't meant it at all. I loved his films, his creativity, his spirit, and I wished I hadn't been such an idiot. It was just a fear. A fear that maybe he did care more about those films than he did about me, and I'd let that fear turn me against him. Truly, in my heart, I knew he loved me, and it wasn't even true that he was neglecting the wedding. I felt ashamed and decided that I'd go apologize immediately.

"Pj," I knocked softly on the door. There was no answer.

"Peej, please let me in," I said after trying the handle. Nothing. I waited a few minutes, hoping he'd cool down.

"Pj," I sighed. "At least let me in so I can apologize, then you can decide whether to accept or not."

This seemed to make sense to Pj because I heard a click. He'd finally unlocked the door. When I entered the room. He was sitting in the dark in his computer chair, facing away from me. The only light was from his small desk lamp.

"Pj, I'm an idiot. I don't think any of those things. I love your videos and films. You know I think you're so creative and lovely. I'm so happy to be marrying you. I know you're doing things for the wedding, I was just stressed. We're both stressed, and I don't want us to be fighting throughout this whole wedding process, so we've gotta be a little more forgiving during this time."

When I'd finished my speech, and I heard a sigh. Pj swirled around. He looked small and vulnerable. He stood up to his full six-foot height and put his arms around me. He kissed me gently on the mouth.

"I'm sorry too," he admitted. "You're right, I have old supplies I can use for props. I will definitely start on the centerpieces this week."

"Thank you," I said, cuddling into his chest.

"You're sure you don't think I'm just an idiot filmmaker who needs a real job?" He asked sheepishly.

"No way," I laughed. "I wouldn't like you nearly as much if you had a "real" job. You're creative, hardworking, and all-around amazing, I wouldn't have it any other way."

Pj grinned happily and kissed me sweetly. I was happy we were able to work through this easily. I knew there would probably be many more fights to come with the high stress of wedding planning, but right now I just wanted to stay in his arms.