Imagines ✧ OGOC & Magcon | DISCONTINUED

S.W - Photoshop.

• You can choose between which not (Sammy or Nate) but like it's cute. they cheated but it was misunderstood like the girl kissed them and yeah smutty if you want it to end like that.

-- (Y/N's POV) --

Sam and I lay on our bed, my head laying on his chest and his hand playing with my hair. His free hand holds his phone, I continue focusing on the TV in front of us.

Sam tenses beside me, his hand clenching my hair, though it didn't harm me in anyway. "Sam what's up?" I ask, reaching to pull my hair out of his grasp to sit up and look at him with concerned eyes.

"You think I wouldn't find out? He's my fucking best friend Y/N!" He yells, climbing off the bed.

I furrow my eyebrows, opening my mouth to reply but he begins pacing the floorboards, running his fingers through his hair, cursing repeatedly.

"How stupid are you? I'm gonna find out everything you do, and you go and fucking cheat on me? What the fuck ever happened to forever?" He screams, throwing his phone onto the bed beside me.

I immediately pick up his phone, unlocking it before staring at the screen. "Sam are you fucking kidding me?" I sigh in relief, combing my fingers through my hair.

"No Y/N, I'm not kidding," He yells back, grabbing a bag to start packing some of his clothes in it. "I'm gonna' kill him, I'm gonna' fucking kill him." He rants, shoving what he can in his bag.

"Sam," I snap, making him look up at me with so much pain and anger rushing through his hazel eyes. "It's fake, you idiot."

"What do you mean it's fake? Your fucking making out with him, he's squeezing your fucking ass." He yells, snatching phone back to take a double look at it.

I see the confusion flash through his eyes, I laugh a little. "Since when the fuck was I that skinny?" I laugh.

"B-But your tattoo." He stammers, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks to the screen and then to me, comparing the two sources.

"Photoshop works wonders doesn't it? And since when did Nate have one nipple?" I burst out laughing. "His tattoos are fucked up too."

Sam looks down to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck whilst he sits back down on the bed. "I'm sorry baby girl." He sighs, running his fingers through his tangled hair.

I soothe him by rubbing his back. "It's okay I guess, I'm just a little hurt that you believed I would do that, take a closer look next time." I laugh quietly, wrapping my arms around him from behind, kissing the back of his head.

"I'm stupid, I'm sorry," he sighs, tracing patterns on the back of my hand. "I saw red, I don't know what happened to me, I'm sorry for accusing you." He says, I shake my head.

"Don't, there's no need, it's an easy mistake," I shrug. "For a blind person." I add, hoping to brighten the mood.

"Shut up," he mumbles, escaping my arms to climb under the covers beside me, hugging me to his side. "I literally have no idea where I was going to go then." He laughs as I lay my head on his chest and he begins stroking my hair, kissing the top of my head.

"Apparently to go kill your best friend." I laugh, he chuckles.

[my imagines are majorly slacking lately and I would like to take a minute to apologise sincerely, I'm trying to keep on top of them now though. Wish me luck]