Magcon Imagines

Nash Grier- Love them or Love me.

*Your POV*

You sat on the couch in Nash and Cam's apartment besides Nash, whom was preoccupied with doing a follow spree on Twitter. It was your last day in LA for a while, so it'd be nice if your boyfriend paid some attention to you for once, considering he was out all day with the guys as well.

"Nash." You whined, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Babe, stop it. I'm in the middle of a follow spree." He grumbled, continuing to violently press his thumbs against his phone pretty damn fast.

"Nash you were out all day, can't weplease spend some time together?" You pleaded, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, but he didn't even give you a glance.

"After I'm done with this." He muttered.

"And exactly how long is that going to take you?" You asked, growing even more annoyed.

Nash just grunts in response, and that had nearly sent you over edge.

"Hamilton Nash Grier! Are you being serious right now?" You stood up, placing your hands on your hips and staring at him in disbelief. He looked up at you for a moment, rolling his eyes and then looking back at his phone.

"Y/N, I'm busy right now, let's just talk about this later." He replied, shrugging his shoulders. That had done it for you. All you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend while you still could, but it seemed he wanted nothing to do with you.

"Later as in when, Nash? When I'm gone or the next time you see me? Or did you mean never and just expect me to just drop it and forget about the whole thing? It's my last day with you for a while, and you don't even care!" Your voice rose to a holler as anger boiled up inside of you like a pot of water on a stove top.

"Oh my god, you've got to be freaking kidding me!" Nash shouts, locking his phone and throwing it off to the side. He stands up, hovering over you with anger evident in his beautiful blue eyes. "You can't seriously be mad at me for spending time with my fans!"

"Well I'm sorry I actually want to spend some time with my boyfriend before I leave for God know how long!" You defended yourself, frowning. "But you know what, you're right. Go ahead and continue to follow your fans. They clearly make you a hell of a lot happier than I do. I'm be in the guest room if you need me." You sighed, running your fingers through your hair and turned around.

Before you could even take ten steps Nash spun you around, his lips peppering your face with gentle, wet, kisses. "I'm sorry babe," He begun, continuing to cover your face with his lips. "I was being an ass."

"Got that right." You mumbled, biting your lip to prevent from smiling, as you were still pretty mad at him.

"It was a long day, and I promised the fans a follow spree today." He said in between kisses. His lips were all over your face, except for where you wanted them most. They met your cheeks, nose, forehead, corner of your mouth, chin, jaw, neck, everywhere but your lips. "I didn't even think about it, I'm sorry."

"Just shut up and kiss me already." You groaned, needing to feel his lips on yours.

He hovered his lips over yours before slowly attaching them. The kiss was soft and loving, and he'd occasionally whisper sweet-nothings against your lips. Your arms were hooked around his neck as your fingers twirled the ends of his hair, while his hands were placed gently on your hips.

After a moment you bit his lip, craving more from him. He immediately got the hint and his grip on your hips tightened as he brought you even closer to his body. Your lips moved together roughly, and he backed you up against the wall.

Nash's hands wandered lower down your body and made their way to your butt, giving it a light squeeze and keeping his hands there before muttering, "Jump," against your lips. You do as commanded and wrap your legs around his waist, not once breaking the kiss.

The two of you take this to Nash's room... and I think you know what happens then...