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Summary: You and John can’t seem to stop fighting. Word Count: 172 [tags under the cut] Warnings: Angry fluff? Author’s Note: We’re super excited about these drabbles and hope you enjoy them.
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You and John were like oil and water, unable to see eye to eye on most things, always in each other’s faces, yelling, arguing, wanting to bash in the other’s head. You didn’t know why he got under your skin so easily, but he did, and it seemed that all he had to do was open his mouth and say something. It didn’t seem to matter what he said, it always ended up in an argument. Well, not always.
A good majority of the time the arguments ended with you in John’s arms, pinned against the wall with his hips, your body curving up, arching into his solid body. His large hands would be pawing at your ass while yours were on the collar of his button-down shirt, yanking him impossibly closer.
John’s forehead would press to yours as the pair of you panted, gasping at the thick air between you, your skin sparking like a live wire. It was during these times where you agreed on everything without saying a word.