KickThePj Imagines

6

Game nights at Jack’s house are always the best. There are always games scattered on the coffee table and stocks of food in the kitchen. Jack invites anyone he happens to see at the YouTube Space when he’s there recording a video and he usually invites you and your boyfriend, Ivan ( it’s pronounced ‘ee-vahn’ he reminds your friends when they pronounce it 'i-van’.)

This time is no different.

     You receive a text from both Jack and PJ. Jack’s text says something along the lines of “It’s your turn to bring the nachos, fuck-fart”. PJ’s is asking if you’re going to the game night and you text a confirmation back. He texts you a smiley face and you smile at it. PJ has been your friend for years now and, besides the awkward debacle where you told him you liked him and it hadn’t worked out, he was practically family. You never really got over your inane crush on him but Ivan had helped with pushing it aside.

     You arrive at the party, Ivan grudgingly in tow. He’s never really adored your friends as much as you have but it never stopped you from bringing him. He does get along with them, though, and you’re extremely happy that he’s fine with you making YouTube videos. God knows what you would do if he wasn’t. Jack yells at you to leave the chips and cheese sauce on the counter, struggling to get out from under Dean who’s pinning him down, sniggering. Bethan is videotaping the two, cackling loudly at Jack’s distress. Emma is in the kitchen with Tom and Ryan, both of whom seem to be bored out of their minds while watching the two grown men wrestle and squabble like children (the amusement in their eyes give them away, though). Bertie and Jamie are talking on the couch and to the left of Jamie is PJ. You make a beeline for him and tackle him on the couch in a big hug.

     He 'oofs’ but quickly gets over it, hugging you tightly back. He ruffles your hair before pushing it out of your face, giving you a sweet smile. Ivan’s returned grip on your hand reminds you that he’s there and you roll your eyes playfully at him. He gives you an exasperated look before sitting on the couch, looking more nervous than the first time you brought him to one of Jack’s game nights. You shrug off his behavior and snuggle up against him. Ivan wraps a loose arm around you and you place your feet on PJ’s lap.

“Howdy to you too!” PJ smiles.

“Hello, space explorer. How’s life?”

“Not bad, little miss snowflake. How’s yours?”

“Oh, you know.”

     PJ shrugs in acceptance of your answer and you laugh. A few more people come over and finally, when everyone has snacks and has taken a bathroom break, the games begin. Mario Kart is the first game out and the yelling begins a few minutes after. You laugh at the madness around you and when you catch PJ’s eye, you grin. He lets out a little giggle and you snort at the face he’s making.

You suddenly feel Ivan sit up and you look at him.

“Um, I want some snacks. Will you come help me?” he asks and you notice he looks fidgety.

You raise an eyebrow but follow him anyways, careful not to step on anyone and laughing when someone curses at you for blocking the TV.

You enter the kitchen and Ivan closes the door, letting out a big breath.

“You okay, sweetie?”

“No, not really,” he huffs, biting his lip worriedly.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, placing a comforting hand on his arm.
He winces, eyes full of apologies before he tells you the truth that breaks your heart.

“I’m cheating on you.”

You freeze, hand still on his arm and and face still concerned.

“What?”

“You see, I met someone at work. She knew me from your videos and well, I really liked her. She made me feel like I mattered. It felt like all you cared about was your friends and your channel, not me. We’ve been together for a while now. I’m so sorry. I just- I couldn’t help it.”

“That’s the thing though,” you whisper, afraid of his words breaking you even more, “you could have. You really could have.”

“I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m sure you’ll find someone who loves you but I am definitely not him.”

     You let out a little sob before breaking out in tears. You hate how fragile you must seem and feel anger at your heart and how pathetically it broke. Ivan opens the door and finds himself face-to-face with what seems to be an absolutely livid PJ. You continue crying but the sound of your tears doesn’t mute out the sound of PJ’s rage.

“Are you fucking serious right now? You- you’re a pathetic douchebag. Did you really use the most beautiful, talented woman as a prop to pick up other girls?! I don’t know what is wrong up in that messed-up brain of yours but it is definitely not pretty if you can’t seem to realize that y/n is probably one of the best things that could have possibly ever happened to you! I’m fucking pissed off and I swear, if you don’t leave right now, I will personally make sure that your dick is cut off. Don’t you ever dare try to come crawling back to y/n. Don’t talk to her, don’t message her and definitely don’t use her as some prop to pick up girls like the asshole you are. Get the fuck out right now.”

Ivan stares at PJ with fear before letting out a squeak and rushing out of the kitchen.

“Oh, have fun with the livid mob in the living room, you prick!” PJ calls out after him, face screwed up in disgust.

It immediately changes when he looks at you, tears still streaming down your face.

     You let out a timid “PJ?” and he instantly wraps you into his arms, shushing you softly and nuzzling the top of your head. You sob even louder into his chest as he consoles you, murmuring nonsense and rocking you slowly.

     It feels like ages when you stop crying and you wipe your eyes and nose with your sleeve, not caring about how messy it gets. You look up at PJ and his concerned eyes roam over your face, looking for any more signs of your ordeal.

“I’m sorry Peej. Your shirt looks like a mess. I probably look the same,” you chuckle, your voice wavering and he moves the hair out of your face as you let out a few more tears.

“My little snowflake, don’t you apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You look quietly down at your hands and gulp sadly.

“Why don’t any of the guys I love love me back?” you mutter to yourself, a few tears dripping onto your skirt, the water making the fabric darker.

“I’ll have you know that I love you,” PJ says, taking your hand and rubbing his thumb over the top of it.

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it, PJ.”

“Oh I know. And I still love you. I’ll admit, now definitely isn’t the time to confess my love but you know, when have I ever been normal? When have we ever been normal?”

“Fucking never,” Jack calls out from the living room and you let out a soft chuckle before smiling sadly at PJ.

“Now, my confession of undying love to you doesn’t mean anything, y/n. I want you to feel up to par and over with Mister Ee-vahn before I ask you out. I don’t care if it takes years but I promise that when we do finally go on our first date, it will be spectacular. Now I know I was stupid for saying no before but I’ve matured since then and I finally realized just how perfect you are. I love you, y/n and I hope that I can help you stitch up you broken heart.”

You look down at your lap again before really looking at PJ.
Anger is still shimmering in the background from fighting with Ivan but for the most part, love is swimming in his eyes.

“Thank you, Peej.”

“Anything for my beautiful snowflake.”

All credits go to pokemasterpeej on tumblr

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