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for the mbj scenario, maybe him and reader get into an argument and he says something hurtful?? or maybe a cheating scenrio. take your time. <3
Enough (MBJ One Shot)
PAIRING: Michael B. Jordan + Black! Reader
SUMMARY: Cheaters never prosper.
WARNINGS: Language
A/N: It’s not a lot but I hope this is angsty enough, Anon!
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Men lie. Women lie. And time stamps can be manipulated. Unfortunately for you, there was no fancy photoshop this time. The pictures you saw of your boyfriend and the sweet woman he told you not to worry about were cell phone selfies geotagged with their location: the hotel bar around the corner from your apartment.
There had been rumors before, and you half-way believed them considering his status. You just never expected him to be so goddamn sloppy.
“I thought you had more respect for me than that.”
Seated at your kitchen table, Michael shuffled his feet and wiped a scuff from his black dress shoes. He had the nerve to groan as if you had annoyed him.
“What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t fucking know, because I know you’re not sorry.”
“You’re right about that much.”
You had foiled his plans for playtime that night. When you caught wind of their little date, you immediately called him to your place. It clearly wasn’t out of his way and from his antsy demeanor you could tell he was itching to get back to her.
“Is this how we end it? Two years and this is how it ends?”
He shrugged.
“What the fuck-” You mimicked his shrug. “What the fuck is that, Michael? Are you suddenly unsure about something?”
Michael rolled his eyes and picked dirt from under his fingernails. His indifference irritated you more than anything. You could yell, punch the wall, or threaten bodily harm and he wouldn’t flinch.
“I don’t care for your tone right now.”
“Do you want to end this?” You asked, kneading at your cheeks. You had managed not to cry before he arrived, but it was getting harder by the second.
Michael crossed his legs, one knee over the other, and propped his elbow on his table. His fist nearly caved into the dimple in his right cheek.
“Do you want to end this? Because I got pussy waiting for me down the block and more to choose from. What about you? Options? Prospects? You leave me and you’ll end up the lonely spinster you were destined to be.”
“Or I stay and look like a fool.”
You cursed yourself for not knowing the signs sooner. He never said “I love you” back, but convinced you he could show you better than he could say. He made up missed dates with expensive gifts and dared you to question a sudden change of clothes or foreign perfume on his body. As long as you promised to stay “solid”, he promised to stay around and give you the company you desperately craved. The fear of loneliness loomed over you like starving buzzards and he knew it. He knew it and he took advantage.
With a diabolical smirk, Michael lifted his hands to gesture a unbalanced scale. “Tough choice.”
You slammed your hands on the table and pushed your chair away.
“It’s really not.” You couldn’t stop the tears this time. They fell hot and fast, dropping on your hands and thighs like missiles. “It’s really...it’s really not.”
Michael casually checked his watch, unaware of the rage building in your body. “Aww, there you go big baby. Let it out.”
“Fuck you!” You lunged across the table, almost knocking it over, and shoved your finger in his face. Your movements accentuated each expletive as it left your lips. This time, he flinched. “Fuck you! Fuck her! Fuck this whole fucking charade! You’re a monster!”
“A damn good one.”
“A great one,” you spat. “This might have been your best acting role yet, Mr. Jordan.”
Michael tried to hide the broken look on his face as he stood and buttoned his blazer. He let the silence settle, opening the floor for you to change your mind. You didn’t. And you wouldn’t be anytime soon. He sighed and rolled his shoulders back.
“Yeah, I think so, too.”
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MBJ Imagine: You’re famous and you find out that he likes you, and you like him back. He eventually asks you out.
Sweet Inspiration.
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I’m mad you really let me request this sad ass fic. I could’ve asked for somethin happy or smutty and I said: give me pain 😂😂😂
Not in That Way (Killmonger One Shot)
PAIRING: CountryBoy!Erik + Black!OC
SUMMARY: Erik confesses feelings for his best friend.
SUGGESTED LISTENING: Not in That Way by Sam Smith
WARNINGS: Language
A/N: A request from @liyahshaeking!
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+ COUNTRYBOY!ERIK INSPIRATION BOARD
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She was his best friend and the woman of his dreams.
Erik couldn’t think of a single thing that he didn’t adore about Avery. He loved the goofy snort of her laugh, the deep dimple under her right eye, and the imperfect way her two front teeth overlapped. She wasn’t particularly book smart, but she knew everything there was to know about the stars and what was written in them.
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