What I like about Seventeen’s bad boy concept is that it’s nothing like the usual “dark MV, shirt lifting and hip hop beat”. The MV is all about the boys having fun and clowning around and if this isn’t the purest, softest, most beautiful bad boy concept you’ve seen, i don’t know what it is.
happy birthday to one of my absolute favourite people, @transneil
The problem with crappy apartments in crappy cities is the lack of heat, Andrew thinks upon waking. Their apartment leaks heat with every breath, so there have been too many mornings recently where Andrew wakes up just to have to burrow further into the covers.
There are warmer places in the apartment; the kitchen, especially when the oven is on, and they even have a little electric fireplace, which he thinks must have been the previous owners concession to the horrific lack of heat. He and Neil have taken to leaving it on every time one of them are in the apartment in the futile hope that it’ll keep their few rooms warm.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t. Neil has taken to dealing with the cold by either refusing to leave bed or having a blanket around his shoulders at all times. Andrew suggested that could be how Neil sweeps the floor, since he has a good foot of blanket trailing behind him, but Neil’s only response was a choice finger.
Andrew can handle the cold better, and he pulls the blanket off of himself in one movement and doesn’t hiss at the sudden blast of cold air. (That must have been Sir in the next room.) Still, he’s gentle and quiet so as not to wake Neil. Neil is insufferable when woken early. He’s insufferable most times.
He walks to the next room, wooden floor so cold he can still feel it through the wool of his socks. Both cats are curled up in the chair closest to the fake, flickering fire, and Andrew shoos them off with no sympathy. They’re sat on the only blanket in the room. “Mrr,” Sir protests sleepily, before running off to find Neil. He knows Neil would never be so cruel.
When he settles into the chair, picking up the book he left the night before, King immediately settles back into Andrew’s lap. Andrew thinks he must have invited it by daring to use their favourite blanket, and thinks he won’t disturb the quiet of the morning with protests just yet.
(It’s 7am, and Andrew is awake because he still sleeps more lightly than perhaps he should. He likes the colours of the early morning light through thin curtains, and he likes the sounds of the world starting to move - there’s a rare quiet that humans can only produce before the caffeine hits their systems.)
Andrew doesn’t spare a thought for time passing when the only noise is the wind outside and pages turning until Neil starts to move. It’s been an hour, maybe two, and Neil’s movements are the sound of bare feet on wood and the swishing of fabric behind him; water running and the click of machinery; then he’s preceded by the smell of coffee as he comes to join Andrew and followed by the click of Sir behind him.
Neil passes one mug to Andrew, and sits in another chair, knowing not to disturb with Andrew and knowing to leave space in his chair for Sir to curl up. He doesn’t know, apparently, to bring his own entertainment, because as he sips his own coffee, he merely watches Andrew read.
Eventually, Andrew looks at him and says, “Don’t you have somewhere to run to?”
“Good morning to you, too,” Neil says with a smile.
Andrew grudgingly admits to himself that it might be.
HEY THERE ISNT NEARLY ENOUGH MALE BODY POSITIVITY OUT THERE SO HERE IT IS
U DONT NEED TO HAVE ABS TO BE HANDSOME
U DONT NEED TO HAVE TO BE RIPPED TO BE LIKED
U DONT NEED TO BE RICH TO HAVE GIRLS LIKE U
U DONT NEED TO BE A GREAT JAWLINE TO BE POPULAR
U DONT NEED TO BE GREAT AT SPORTS TO BE COOL
U DONT NEED TO HAVE GREAT HAIR TO HAVE PEOPLE WANT U
U DONT NEED A GREAT SMILE AND BRILLIANT TEETH TO CHARM SOMEONE
U DONT NEED EXOTIC FEATURES TO HAVE SOMEONE BE INTERESTED IN
all you need to do is be you
that’s all that matters