still not over him in sweatpants

Kent has routines. He’s naturally a superstitious guy, but nowhere close to being excessive by hockey standards, but something changed after the incident with Jack. He starts to have these little routines. His therapist said it was probably because he’s seeking some semblance of balance, which Kent thinks is a load of shit. So he cuts his peanut butter-Nutella sandwiches diagonally and never horizontally (who the hell cuts sandwiches horizontally?) So maybe he pets Kit no less than ten times before a game. So maybe when he wakes from another nightmare about finding Jack on the bathroom floor, he doesn’t go to sleep until he’s counted to ninety. It’s not a big deal.

He still waits for the fallout when Tater starts sleeping over more often, when he tries to find his sweatpants but all he finds, to his annoyance, are Tater’s socks and jeans made for giants. He wait for Tater to abandon him, or maybe not abandon him but still for the impending freak out looming like an eternal storm because Tater is not part of his routine.

But it doesn’t happen.

They make peanut butter Nutella sandwiches together, licking chocolate off their fingers and cutting their sandwiches diagonally. Kit curls into a ball and rests on Kent’s stomach while Kent uses Tater’s lap as a pillow while he reads some Russian classic, Dostoyevsky, probably, or one of those dead Russian literary greats whose names remind Kent of keyboard smashing (“Kenny, this is Eat, Pray, Love.” “Oh.”) on their couch like he’s lived there for ages, and not only every so often when their schedule happens to match up. And when Kent shoots up in bed, shaking from another bad dream, he feels Tater reach for him from his left, blindly, tiredly, and say “Shh, is dream. Shh.” And Tater kisses him on the jawline, alternating between sides, exactly 7 times, because “is lucky number. No more bad dreams.” Like it’s a routine.

When he kisses Kent tonight, he’s visibly tired, so he ends up mouthing at Kent’s jaw like he’s a fish gaping for water.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kent says. Tater’s lips are moving very gently along his skin, and it’s getting ticklish.

“Tired,” he says, and finishes his kisses with a real one, complete with an obnoxious smack. “There. 7 kisses. Eh. More or less. Good enough.”

“90’s a luckier number.”


“Got me pretty far, you know. Have the trophies to prove it.”

“7 is better. More lucky.” Tater saves this into Kent’s hair. “90 I think is little bit ok.”

“Oh yeah? What do you know about luck?”

“Lots,” Tater says, rubbing Kent’s arm gently. “I’m lucky man.”

“How so?” Kent says quietly, his eyes nearly sliding shut again. “You don’t–“ He yawns. “You don’t have a Cup.”

“Not yet,” Tater agrees. “But have hockey. And Kent Parson. And Kit. And sandwiches cut in…” He gestures vaguely, his hands flapping gently like birds, like he can’t quite grasp the word, then says something in Russian, a slow, full rumble that Kent adores. “You know.” He waves his fingers again, mimicking a shape.

“Triangles?” Kent prompts, huffing a laugh in Tater’s throat.

“Hah! Yes. Triangle sandwiches. Most lucky shape, I think.”

“Okay,” Kent says, his heart so, so full, and snuggles back in to Tater’s arms. “If you’re so sure.”

“Always sure.”


I Want What You Have

desc: Reader is dating Grayson, but has the brothers over for a lazy Friday movie night, and as she watches them interact, she wishes she shared the same kind of bond they did.

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You slipped on your grey sweatpants and threw on a black tank top, not having time for much else. Your hair was pulled into a messy topknot, and you were still damp from your shower when you opened the front door. 

“Hey,” said Grayson, leaning against the door frame, looking you over with a faint smile.

“Sorry I look like a mess,” you sighed, inviting him in.

“Shh, you look beautiful as always,” he smiled and stepped in.

You opened your mouth but were interrupted by somebody making kissy smoochy sounds.

Ethan poked his head in the doorway, not waiting for an invitation.

“Mwah mwah you’re beautiful, no you, no you-”

Grayson pursed his lips and sighed, but when he turned to scold Ethan, you were laughing and letting him in anyway.

You flicked on a light switch, lighting up the kitchen/living space and heading for the fridge. Grayson hopped onto the shiny marble counter, Ethan taking a black stool beside him.

“Food,” they said together.

“What do you guys want?” you asked, pulling open the fridge doors.

Grayson’s voice came from behind you, “Got any ice cream?”

You closed the fridge doors and turned around, looking at his smirking face.

“Oookay?” you said, turning back around and bending down to open the freezer. You scooped down low, pulling out a chocolate fudge ice-cream tub, and turned around just in time to see Grayson’s eyes lift from your ass.

“Watch it,” you giggled, chucking the tub at him.

He raised his eyebrows in challenge.

You gave each boy a spoon, which they started using as dueling weapons at once.

“Dorks,” you snickered under your breath and headed for the couch.

“OW!” Grayson said, rubbing his forehead, “YOU HIT ME IN THE FACE.”

“Sorry dude,” Ethan grinned, not sounding sorry at all.

You stared at them both with a faint smile before hopping onto the sofa. It took twenty minutes before the boys could settle on a movie to watch, and at one point you almost thought you were babysitting. 

The TV cast a faint light across the room, and Grayson plopped beside you, making sure to spend equal time cuddling into you and dropping kisses on your nose, and still managing to eat ice cream.

“That’s what she said!” Ethan yelped at a serious point in the movie.

You rolled your eyes at him, and Grayson gave you an ‘I know right?’ look, but then he turned away from you and raised a thumbs up at Ethan with a smile.

“I can see that,” you grumbled.

All was going well until you began hearing the scrape of spoons on the bottom of the tub.

“That’s my section,” Grayson said, hitting his brother’s spoon away.

“I got there first,” growled Ethan.

“I got less than you since I was giving attention to my girlfriend,” Grayson hissed.

“You have a girlfriend,” retorted Ethan.

That shut Grayson right up.

Once the movie ended, you started to feel drowsy with sleep, but Grayson took his arms out from around you, waking you right up.

“Heyy,” you complained, rubbing your eyes.

“Sorry but if you fall asleep then I’m alone with this dofus,” Grayson said.

“Fight me!” called Ethan from the fridge.

“Okay bro!”

And you turned to watch as they brawled like idiots, throwing fists and swinging eachother at the ground. They called names at eachother jokingly, and eventually Ethan came sliding across the polished wooden floors, stopping right under your nose.

His eyes met yours, “Hey ther-”

Grayson landed a punch in Ethan’s belly, smiling and looking up at you innocently.

“Hey there,” he finished, standing up and pulling up Ethan with him.

“You guys are insane,” you couldn’t help but snicker and cover your face with your palms.

“Sorry,” they said in sync.

You waved it off and turned back around, sinking into the couch pillows.

Ethan vanished to the bathroom, and Grayson swung himself over the couch, pulling you tightly into his lap. He sat much more calmly, running his hands through your tangles gently.

“Sorry if my brother and I get on your nerves,” he said.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s cute,” you smiled into his lap.


“Well you know, I don’t have a twin, or even if I did, it would never be like you guys. Sure, you can act like five year olds, but sometimes I kind of find myself wishing I had what you had,” you explained carefully.

“Oh, I never thought about that,” Grayson pondered.

“And, I know he can get on your nerves, but take it from me, you guys share something really special,” you smiled and raised your head, meeting his brown eyes.

Grayson smiled, his eyes flickering to your lips and back to your eyes. He tilted his head, bringing his soft pink lips momentarily to yours, his hands moving around your waist as he edged you closer to him. 

“Get a room!” called Ethan, striding past you two.

Grayson sighed in defeat, but you simply grinned against his lips.

Golden Foreigner

Chapter 3: Friday With Mark (Read Chapter 2: The Debut HERE

You put on some Adidas sweatpants and a matching t-shirt. Looking in the full length mirror you could see your whole outfit. Did it look good enough? You looked at yourself one more time then walked away. You were only going meet him to practice not a dinner date. You still packed some extra clothes in your practice bag just in case. Judy opened the door from the left side of the door. You walked over to you, made her finger in a circle motion commanding you to turn around.  She nodded then gave you a thumbs up. You laughed, she was always so random with these types of things. An alarm went off on your phone saying it was 2:40. You grabbed your gym bag then head out the door. You walked slowly down the stairs because you didn’t want to arrive too early and seem desperate or something. The van pulled up and you got in the back. Your phone dinged and you looked down at the bright light. Mark had texted you.

“So excited for today! Are you on your way?” You waited a minute before answering him back with a text message.

“Yup i’ll see you soon!” Your phone dinged again but you simply ignored it since you were almost at the SM building anyway. The van pulled up in front of the tall building. It seemed bigger than before now. Your heart started to race as you got nervous. Why were you getting nervous? When you got outside of the van it seemed fans already knew you were coming. They instantly started taking picture of you. You hoped fans didn’t think much of you going into the SM building. You went up to the practice room you had been in before when you did you monthly evaluation. There were so many twist and turns you got lost. Someone shouted at you and you turned around. You saw familiar face and smiled as they walked towards you. It was Mark. When he got up to you he suddenly hugged you. You were surprised but just went with it and hugged him back. It was quite a nice hug, he felt so warm in your arms but soon you stopped thinking about it. He led you into the practice room. When you walked in there was no one else it really was only you two.

(In English)

“You can put your bag over there.” He pointed to a ledge on the back wall. You went over and set you bag down then walked back over to him.

“Should we start by stretching?” He said with a smile on his face. He wore light-washed jeans a maroon hoodie and a black hat. You wondered why he covered up his pretty hair. Well it must have been damaged by now. You nodded back at him then he told you to lead the stretches. You did so. He struggle with some of your intense stretches your instructor gave you. You thought it was cute.

“Wow you’re really flexible aren’t you?” He asked. As he laied on the floor already tired.

“I guess so. Hey! Are you tired already we haven’t even started dancing yet!” He acted like he was struggling to get up and you laughed at him. He finally said to you in a tired voice.

“Come help me please.” You walked over to him grabbed both of his hands and lifted him up. You pulled to hard and now his face seemed only millimeters away from yours. You looked into his eyes they were so pretty. Something felt different after that. Before anything else could happen you let go and went on with the practice. He stood there in shock for a moment. Your heart was beating out of your chest out this point you were worried he would hear it beat so loud. You taught him the moves step by step the way your instructor taught you. When you showed him one part of the dance he did it wrong. You walked over to him and guided his arms in the right direction. It felt like one of those bowling or mini golf dates where the guy shows the girl how to hit or roll the ball. You continued and by the end of it you felt as if you two have become closer. Not as friends though it felt completely different. What was this feeling you were having when looking at him. You ignored your thoughts and you both sat on the floor. You looked at his forehead for a moment.

“Why don’t you take your hat off? Your forehead looks sweaty.” He took it off and you laughed at his messy hair.

“What? What is it?” He questioned while looking confused.

“Your hair looks a bit wild today.” He laughed then looked in the mirror.

“Fix it for me then.” You went closer to him then hovered so you were near his head. His hair was a brownish red color with a block of orange in the front. You brushed his hair into place with your fingers. You could feel his eyes staring at you. You then sat back down in place. He looked into the mirror again.

“It looks good you should be stylist!” Before you could say anything you could feel your stomach growl from hunger. Mark looked straight into your eyes with concern.

“Did you eat today before you came here?” He said. Did you eat? You don’t remember eating breakfast. You were too busy looking at outfits to eat. You shook your head.

“Ah you should be eating three meals a day. You need to take care of yourself i’m surprised you haven’t fainted yet.” You were surprised on how concerned he was on what you ate. He seemed like a soft, caring person. He was quite shy but seemed to talk more and more as time passed by.

“It’s fine i’ll cook something when I get home.” He tilted his head like a puppy intrigued by something.

“Cook? You cook?” You nodded your head and spoke again.
“I’ll probably make mac&cheese or something.” He made an o shape with his mouth.

“That sounds good…..can I come?” You looked up at him he looked like he said something wrong. You laughed then answered back at him.

“Of course you can! I never finish the whole pot anyway.” He smiled like a child who was getting a new toy. He seemed so excited to spend more time with you. Maybe this was the beginning of something new?


Someone knocked on the door all of the sudden. Judy walked over to the door as soon as she opened it Taeyong walked in grabbed her face and pressed his lips against hers. She was in utter shock. Why would he walk-in just like that. He wouldn’t let go yet she didn’t mind. Many things through her mind. Judy knew there was something special about him even if it didn’t work out he would be the best one she ever had. Judy had been talking to Taeyong ever since she got to Korea about a year ago. She originally was suppose to be in SM and was there training for half a year. That’s when they connected. They spent everyday after practices spending time with each other. When she got the news her new group wouldn’t be under SM it completely broke his heart. Then didn’t speak since then. When Judy heard about Taeyong’s hardships with his past when he debuted she wanted to call him so badly but didn’t have the nerve too. Yet she didn’t know he was always by the phone waiting for her to call. She tried to get over him. It just went from one guy to the next. Maybe she really didn’t know Taeyong that well maybe he was just like the rest. Judy felt like this for a long time until he walked into that green room the day she debuted. She got all those feelings from the past back. Now she knew part of her was missing all along. Taeyong finally let go and spoke in low voice.

(In Korean)

“You have no idea how much I missed you.” He went in for her lips again then the door opened.

“Oh my gosh-I’m-whoa-I’m sorry i’ll come back later when you’re done” You cleared your voice. “um ya ok…” You closed the door right behind you and looked at Mark. He was as surprised as you were. He put down his bowl and walked over to the door and put his ear up against it.

(In English)

“What are you doing?” You said with confusion still left in your voice.

“Hush i’m trying to hear what they’re saying” You pulled him away from the doorway.

“Don’t do that they deserve privacy.” You shook your head in disapproval.

“What a show am I right?” You laughed and push his shoulder then your phone started to ring. You picked it up and looked at the caller ID.

“It’s Haechan” You looked at Mark wondering if you should answer it or not.

“Well answer it.” His tone was different this time. Not the Mark you’ve spent the day with. He seemed irritated by the look of his face when you answered the phone. Was there something going on with Haechan and Mark?

“Um I’m kinda busy right now i’ll talk to you later bye.” You hung up and set down the phone. You looked up at Mark he was turned away from you this time he still seemed irritated.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong?” You asked. You were really concerned on why he was so upset all of the sudden.

“Nothing-nothing’s wrong. You know I should probably go now.” You were now more confused than in any moment in your life. Now you were getting a bit pissed too.

“Go? Why are you leaving all of a sudden?” He grabbed his stuff off the couch and headed for the door.

“Maybe you should just have Haechan over instead.” He opened the door then left. What did you do wrong? Was he jealous because you talked to Haechan on the phone. He had no reason to be jealous there was nothing going on. You just hoped you would see him again.

Imagine sitting in the sofa or a seat in the kitchen eating food and mindlessly scrolling through social media on your phone, when Simon would sit down next to you and wrap his arm over your shoulder or something and kiss the top of your head lightly and just mumble “even when you’re not doing anything in sweatpants, no make up and messy hair, you’re still the most beautiful girl in the world” making you giggle, pushing him away a little whilst moaning that he should “stop being so cute” causing him so be so cliché and put his finger under your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him before gently whispering “I’m only telling the truth” gently against your lips before kissing you

Christmas Beard | Larry Stylinson

Harry was walking up to Louis’ apartment, trying not to freeze in the bitter winds. The walk from his flat to Louis’ wasn’t too long, but it was long enough for Harry’s limbs to go completely numb. Unlike Harry, Louis lived in a townhome kind of place instead of an apartment building like Harry did. Personally, Harry preferred it over his place, so he always tried to make sure that they would spend more time at Louis’ than they would at Harry’s.

Fishing his hand out of his pocket, Harry knocked on the front door with his cold and numb knuckles. He could hear Louis yelling something, most likely saying that he would be right there. When the door finally opened, Louis was in front of him. His hair was messy, but still put together and he was dressed in a maroon hoodie and pair of sweatpants.

“Hey, babe,” Louis greeted, opening the door wider so his boyfriend wouldn’t have to shiver out in the cold any longer. “What brings you to casa de Tommo? I was just going to call you and whine about how much I missed you.”

“I just got off the phone with my mum and Robin about the Christmas Eve party,” Harry explained as he took off his thick winter coat and hung it on the mostly empty coat rack. “I made up an excuse that you aren’t going to be able to go see your family this year because of the cost and I didn’t want you to spend your birthday or Christmas alone.”

“What if Anne talks to my mum?” Louis asked.

“I told her that you didn’t tell Jay the reason why you weren’t coming because you didn’t want her to worry about you,” Harry clarified. “But there is a slight problem with the party…”

Louis quirked his eyebrow, curious as to what the problem even was. The only problem he knew of was getting himself invited to the party and that was taken care of. “I don’t know what you mean. We get to go to the party together, what’s the other problem?”

“Well, my mum and Robin don’t technically know about…us,” Harry muttered.

Louis couldn’t help but snort. “That’s not that big of deal. We’ll just tell them when we get there.”

“Um, it’s actually not that simple,” Harry mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Louis. “They don’t know that I’m gay either.”

Louis didn’t have an answer for that. He never thought Harry would be the type that would be so shy about his sexuality. He was confident and open about it from what Louis saw, but apparently, his observations were misleading. “You haven’t told them?”

“Please don’t be mad at me,” Harry begged, looking as though he was about to cry.

“Be mad at you? I can’t be mad at you over not coming out to your parents. I’ve been there. I know how hard it is,” Louis reassured. “We can just go as friends and then when we’re alone in your childhood bedroom, I’ll shag you senseless.”

Harry chuckled, his cheeks turning a light pink from the embarrassment of talking about sex. “That would be great, but the problem is that we have to bring dates. That are girls.”

Louis couldn’t help but laugh. The last time that Louis asked a girl out was when he was twelve years old. His skills were definitely going to be rusty. “Why do we have to?”

Harry gulped and his face paled. “Because they’re of the thinking that I have a girlfriend…”

“Why would they think th – you told them you were seeing someone and they want you to bring ‘her’, I’m guessing?” Louis asked after finally realizing the obvious. Harry just nodded. “Oh, Harold. What am I going to do with you?”

“I’m sorry, Louis! I’m just not ready to come out to them!” Harry cried, preparing for Louis to be extremely angry with him.

“Shh, Haz, it’s fine! I totally understand that you’re not ready. The only thing is that we need to get girls to actually go with us…or, at least, you. We can’t use one of my sisters unfortunately either,” Louis responded, reassuring Harry that he wasn’t angry. He was more angry at Anne and Robin for not getting back to Harry sooner than the day before they had to leave. “Do you have any childhood friends that live here? The other option would be to hire hookers.”

Harry’s mouth dropped into an “O” shape before he sternly responded. “I am not bringing hookers into my mum and stepdad’s house.”

Louis couldn’t help but laugh. “I know, babe, I was just giving you shit. Don’t worry about finding someone. I’ll take care of it, okay?”

Harry looked down, ashamed and embarrassed, and just nodded. He could trust Louis. Louis would do whatever he could to make sure that this worked. The last thing that he wanted was to have to force Harry to come out in this way. The boy was a sad mess when he was flustered and unsure of what to do. Louis would do whatever it took to avoid seeing that.


Harry was pacing around his living room, waiting for Louis to show up at his front door. It was only seven-thirty in the morning, but they were supposed to be taking off for Cheshire at eight sharp. Harry was more nervous than he would be normally. Usually, when he took Louis to Cheshire, he was always nervous because he couldn’t let his mum and Robin think that they were more than really close best friends. But now he was bringing a stranger into his home, trying to play off that he was straight and serious with this girl. He didn’t know if he could do it. He had only been with a girl once and that was when he was ten. It wasn’t like he could suddenly use his awkward skills in order to become a ladies man.

He wasn’t worried about Louis. He had a good poker face, not to mention that he was a brilliant actor from his years in theater. Louis was the one that was going to succeed in this horseshit operation. Harry mentally cursed himself. Why did he have to tell them that he was seeing someone? Why didn’t he just say that it was Louis? It would’ve made life a hell of a lot easier and not as anxiety-driven.

The door opened and Harry turned around, pretty sure that his eyes were as wide as saucers. The boy came in, looking calm and collected – like he usually did. That made Harry a little nervous, but he hoped that the older boy wasn’t just pretending for Harry’s sake.

“Did you find anyone? You didn’t answer any of my texts or calls,” Harry asked, rushing towards his boyfriend.

Louis looked up at him with a confident smirk. “Do you think that I would really let you down, snowflake?”

Harry’s cheeks tinted pink at the term of endearment. That was his favorite pet name that Louis called him. It always made him think of when Louis had first called him that and it made him blush so much. “I know you wouldn’t, but did you find any girls?”

Louis held Harry’s biceps and looked at the boy’s worried green eyes. “Yes. I found two girls that were more than willing to help us. I even brought them to buy their own Christmas presents last night. You don’t need to worry, snowflake.”

Harry nodded, feeling a huge sense of relief wash over him. “I owe you big time, Lou. Thank you.”

“The only payment that I’ll accept is you,” Louis smiled, connecting his lips with his younger boyfriend’s. “Now, as much as I love your hair all messy, go make it look like we didn’t just have a wild night, okay?”

Harry chuckled and made his way to the bathroom to make himself presentable again. The only thing that he was somewhat worrying about other than making a convincing case was who the girls were. If they were more than willing, Harry could only assume it was because they wanted gay best friends or something along those times. He never understood why girls were so obsessed with gay couples. There wasn’t anything different about Harry other than the fact that he liked dick.

“Hazza, the girls are here!”

Harry hadn’t expected them so soon, but he was glad that they showed up. He made sure that he looked like a convincing straight man. It was easier now that his hair was short, although, he did miss his long hair. It made him feel pretty and it was like he was meant to have long hair. But he only cut it because he wanted to donate it to charity.

He rushed out of the bathroom when he was satisfied with his appearance and walked in to see two girls standing in the kitchen – two of which he recognized very well. Harry should’ve known that he would choose those two.

“I told you that I would take care of it,” Louis smirked.

“I can’t believe that I didn’t even think of these two,” Harry said, shaking his head.

“Oh, no, I understand, Harry. You’re too good for your best friend now that you have a boyfriend and all that happy horse shit,” Kendall joked, walking forward to give Harry a hug.

“I thought that you were spending the holidays in California,” Harry responded.

“No, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with my family and their drama,” she said, rolling her eyes. “So, when Louis asked me if I would assist you in pretending to be your girlfriend, I figured that was better than spending my time all alone. But one thing: your parents don’t know that I’m actually a lesbian, do they?”

“No. Not unless you personally called and told them. I’ve never really mentioned you because I didn’t know that you would be spending the holidays with us. Especially as my beard,” Harry chuckled.

“Well, I’m glad you know now,” she laughed, throwing her arm around his shoulders.

Harry hadn’t even noticed that Eleanor had taken off with Louis. A small bit of jealousy arose in him, but he knew that nothing was going to conspire between the two. The two had only broken up because Louis had met Harry and he had also walked in on Eleanor and another girl. They figured that their relationship – or what there was of one – was over at that point and continued on as friends.

Harry wasn’t normally the jealous type, but for some reason, he got really clingy over Louis whenever Eleanor was around. It wasn’t like she was going to try and reclaim him because she had a girlfriend and Louis was obviously with Harry. He had come to conclusions that it was just because “Elounor” didn’t end on a terrible note and they actually were those exes that became friends. He didn’t want to think anymore into it because when he had brought it up with Louis before, the boy didn’t understand why Harry had even felt jealous about it in the first place. He wasn’t going to try and explain it again because it wasn’t worth getting in a fight over. He trusted Louis and he trusted the fact that both of them were gay.

“They’re probably fucking to take the tension off,” Kendall blurted as she followed Harry towards the kitchen.

Harry stopped in his steps, turning around to glare at her. “Really? You know how I feel about them.”

“Sorry, H.”

The two walked into the kitchen where Louis was explaining something to Eleanor as the girl ate a cookie. She saw Harry and her eyes lit up. Despite the way that Harry unfortunately treated and felt about her, Eleanor was always so happy to see him and treated him as if they were both friends.

“Hey!” she said, grabbing the boy into a hug. “It’s been such a long time!”

“Good to see you too, El,” Harry chuckled, awkwardly patting her back as he hugged her. “I want to thank you for doing this.”

“Oh, it’s no problem! Soph had to go home to her parents this year anyway and they’re not very accepting of me, so this works out perfectly,” Eleanor smiled. “Plus, I would do anything to help you guys out.”

Harry just smiled, knowing that she meant that she would do anything to help Louis out because he was her ex and they were better friends than her and Harry. He was just hoping that his jealousy wouldn’t overtake him and be extremely obvious when they were in front of his parents.

“Well, do you have everything packed, Haz?” Louis asked, his blue eyes twinkling.

“Yeah. I told my mum that we would try to be there by one or two,” Harry told them.

“Alright. Let’s get on the road then.”


Harry’s stomach was doing more flips than an Olympic gymnastics team. They had just arrived at Harry’s mum’s house and it was of course up to him to go up to the door and tell his parents that they were there. He wasn’t looking forward to lying to his parents and continuing to hide from them, but he also wasn’t ready to tell them about him and Louis. It was completely out of his character to lie, especially to his parents, but he knew that he had to do what he had to do and if hiring beards was what he had to do until he finally grew some balls to come out, then it was going to be what he was going to do.

Before Harry could even get to the door, Anne was running outside, her arms spread as she ran towards her one and only son. She enveloped Harry in her hug, all while saying how much she missed her and loved her little boy. Louis was watching the two with fondness while the girls were snickering about how adorable it was.

“I love your hair, honey. You look beautiful and adorable,” Anne told him, looking at her son with such heart eyes.

“Thanks, mum. Is –” Harry started, but Anne began to squeal when she spotted the girls behind Louis.

“Harold, aren’t you going to introduce us?” Anne squealed as she walked towards Kendall and Eleanor.

“Mum, this is my girlfriend Kendall. Kendall, this is my mother,” Harry introduced, the words tasting like poison as they came off his tongue.

“Oh, it’s so great to finally meet the mystery girl that Harry has been hiding from me for such a long time! I’ve heard so many great things about you,” Anne smiled, giving Kendall just as big of hug as she had Harry.

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Kendall smiled.

“And you – Eleanor? You and Louis are back together?” Anne asked when she saw Eleanor.

“Yes! It seems that we just needed some time away from each other to realize just how much we’re in love and how miserable we were without each other,” Louis piped up. Harry felt his heart break at that sentence until Louis looked at him with a reassuring smile.

“Well, isn’t that sweet. Why don’t we go inside? I just made some tea,” Anne prompted.

The group followed the woman into the house, each walking with their beards as if they were desperately in love with each other. The house was warm and inviting, just as Harry remembered it to be. He loved the feeling of home that always washed over him when he came back, however, this time, he didn’t have that feeling. It was odd, but he knew that it was because he wasn’t comfortable. He didn’t fret about it since it would only take a little bit for him to feel more comfortable. There were two extra people in the house, so that had to be the reasoning.

“Harry, it’s good to see your face around here again,” Robin greeted when he saw his stepson. “Who is that beautiful girl with you?”

“Robin, this is my girlfriend Kendall,” Harry introduced, urging himself not to cringe as he said the words. “Kendall, this is my stepdad, Robin.”

“Girlfriend? You’re telling me a bloke like you got a girl like her?!” Robin joked as he threw his arm around Harry. “I’m just giving ya some shit, Harry. You two are a lovely couple.”

Kendall just laughed, most likely at how awkward Harry was acting, but that was just how he acted when he wasn’t comfortable with his surroundings or he was lying. This time it just happened to be both of those reasons.

“Kendall, do you want to go help Anne and El with dinner? They look like they need another hand,” Louis asked.

“You think that I belong in the kitchen just because I’m wearing a dress?” Kendall challenged, crossing her arms over her chest, ready to fight Louis. Robin and Harry exchanged looks with each other and then looked at both Louis and Kendall, awaiting what was going to happen next.

“Uh, no, I just….Anne asked for you,” Louis stuttered, not sure of what to do since he normally wasn’t one to start trouble.

“I’m just kidding, Lou! All of your faces were priceless!” Kendall laughed.

The girl disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the three boys speechless. Harry knew that Kendall was a feminist, so it wasn’t really all that surprising that she would actually challenge someone like that. But she had looked ready to fight. It actually scared Harry.

“Since when did you change her back, Lou?” Robin asked.

Louis looked at him with a shocked expression. “Huh?”

“Eleanor. Harry told us the reason that you guys broke up in the first place,” the man continued.

Louis’ glance shifted to Harry. “Really? What did he tell you?”

“I just told them that you had walked in on her and another girl together and you were having a rough time with the breakup. That was all,” Harry hurried to say, followed with an awkward grin.

Robin looked at the boy, quirking his eyebrow. “Yeah, that was it.”

“Oh, well, yeah. That was the reason. It turned out that she isn’t actually a lesbian and our relationship was a bit rocky at the time anyway. It just needed some time apart for us to realize just how much we needed and loved each other,” Louis explained smoothly, just as smooth as he had told Anne.

“Hm. Makes sense, I suppose. I don’t ever remember having to go through that kind of things with any of the women that I’ve been with,” Robin stated as he walked over to his recliner. “Give you credit though. I don’t know if I could get back with her after that.”

“Oh, you know, times are changing,” Louis awkwardly chuckled, giving Harry a sideways glance.

“You are so right in that, Lou,” Robin agreed. “Ever since 2014, there’s been more marriages than what there used to be. You go by a church and instead of seeing the bride and groom, you either see the groom and groom or a bride and bride.”

Harry felt his stomach drop. He never thought that Robin would be a homophobic guy, but he was starting to wonder based on his comments. Louis looked over at him and his face twisted into worry.

“Haz, you okay? You look sick,” Louis asked.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” Harry muttered out. “I’m going to go help mum and the girls in the kitchen.”


It was close to five o'clock and Harry’s sister Gemma had finally shown up. Harry was happy she had finally came because it took some of the focus off of him. He had found that he wasn’t about the whole lying business because he felt like he was literally going to have a panic attack. He didn’t know how he was going to survive until New Year’s. He was going to be forced to kiss Kendall then and he didn’t know if he was going to be about that either.

Everyone was sitting in the living room, conversing and laughing as they waited for dinner to finish. Harry was awkwardly cuddling Kendall underneath his arm, pretending that he was completely taken with her and was sure as hell that it wasn’t necessarily coming off as well as he had intended. Louis, on the other hand, looked like him and Eleanor had been together for ages. Harry knew that it was because Louis is a grade-A actor, but something also told him that Louis and Eleanor were more comfortable with each other than Harry had originally thought. That was what made Harry nervous and it also fucked with Harry’s acting performance.

“Robin, can you come help set the table with me?” Anne requested after looking down at her watch.

The two parents got up from their positions and went into the kitchen, leaving the two bearded couples alone with Gemma in a very tense silence.

“So, how long have you and Louis been dating?” Gemma blurted out.

“Well, we were dating for about a year before we had taken a break and now it’s been about a month since we’ve gotten back together,” Eleanor explained to her, lying almost as smoothly as Louis had.

“Oh, I meant Harry and Louis,” Gemma said, looking up from her nails.

Harry and Louis’ mouths dropped as they looked at Gemma and then at each other. Harry was glad that Louis took the reins because Harry had no idea what he was going to say.

“What are you saying, Gemma?! We’re definitely not together,” Louis said sharply.

“You don’t have to pretend. I know that you two have been together for a while,” Gemma continued.

“We have not! What, you think that we brought Kendall and Eleanor as some show? Because if you think that, then you’re twisted,” Louis sneered.

“You must be twisted too then because that’s exactly why they’re here. You’re scared of telling mum and Robin about you guys,” Gemma said, nailing it right on the head.

“Why do you assume that we’re together?” Harry finally asked.

“Other than it’s obvious?” Gemma asked.

“Just because we are close best friends doesn’t mean that we’re in a relationship with each other. I’m actually very offended that you assume that I’m gay! My girlfriend is sitting right here and here you are saying that she’s nothing to me and all of that bullshit. If that’s your definition of being warm and welcoming us into your home and tradition for Christmas, you should go back to school,” Louis scolded, sounding angry. “I’ll have you know, Gemma, that me being in a relationship with Harry is the biggest load of bullshit that I have ever heard. No offense to Harry, but he is definitely not my type. He’s too feminine and clingy and all of the shit that I absolutely hate! Not to mention that I wouldn’t want a guy that wears girl clothes all the time and has a flat that looks like a woman designed it. So, you can quit this bullshit about us being together because it isn’t true and I am, in fact, straight.”

Harry couldn’t help but feel the twist of the dagger inside of his heart. He got up from the couch and stormed off to his childhood bedroom. He didn’t care how obvious it made him look because those words actually hurt Harry. Once he was in his bedroom, he shut the door and collapsed on the perfectly made bed, letting the sobs find their way out.


The boy turned around to find Kendall standing in the doorway, looking at him with a soft and worried expression. She stepped farther into the room, closing the door behind her and sat on the bed next to the heartbroken Harry. She softly rubbed his back, watching as her friend broke.

“You know that Louis didn’t mean any of what he said, right? He absolutely loves you and everything about you,” Kendall explained. “He was just trying to get your sister to stop harassing him.”

“It didn’t feel like he didn’t mean it. It didn’t sound like it either,” Harry answered.

“I know, Harry. But I know that he would never say those things to hurt you,” Kendall continued.

“That’s not the point! He’s been acting like he is actually with Eleanor and has been acting like he did when they were together and I feel like I did when they were together and I hate feeling like this! I hate feeling like the burden that won’t go away! All I do is love and all I get is stomped on as though I’m fucking nothing!” Harry vented.

Kendall took the boy into a hug, not sure of what to say to him. She loved the boy and cared about him and his happiness, so all she did was sit there and comfort him. Her words weren’t going to fix him or make him feel any better.

There was a knock on the door and Kendall was hesitant to answer it, but did anyway, figuring that if it were Louis, it would be better for Harry to talk to him and get things straightened out rather than bottling up and making the holidays intolerable.

“You better not make this worse than what it is,” Kendall hissed at Louis.

Harry’s back was to the door, so he didn’t know that it was Louis that had taken Kendall’s spot on the bed. The tears wouldn’t stop dripping out of Harry’s eyes. It hurt that Louis had insulted Harry, but it hurt even worse that he had insulted their relationship.

“I felt like that annoying pest that just wouldn’t go away for so long during the stint of their last relationship. Even though he said that he wanted to be with me, he acted different when we were around Eleanor, like I was nothing. Now he’s acting that way again…I feel like this whole thing has been a mistake. I should’ve known that El was going to beg for him back. I just knew it,” Harry blubbered.

Louis didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know Harry was feeling that way up until he had walked out of the living room. Hell, even then Louis didn’t realize that Harry had felt that exact way. He knew that he was upset, but that was all. Tears stung the back of Louis’ eyes as he looked down and watched as his boyfriend sobbed. Seeing Harry cry was Louis’ least favorite thing. Seeing the soft boy in pain was also his least favorite thing. Knowing that it was because of him made him feel like the biggest asshole around. It also made Louis feel like a failure as a boyfriend and it seemed as though Harry would have to agree.

“You’ve never been annoying and you’ve certainly never been a pest,” Louis said softly.

Harry rolled over when he realized that it was no longer Kendall that was next to him. He stayed silent and averted eye contact with Louis. He couldn’t believe that he had said that to Louis. He wanted it to stay a secret from him forever.

“If I wasn’t annoying or a pest, how come you treated me like one? Or, at least, how come you treated me like you didn’t want me around?” Harry asked, sounding desperate for an answer. “I felt that way when our love triangle with Eleanor was happening and now I’m feeling it happen again. I don’t like that feeling and I don’t want it to come back. I shouldn’t feel that way around the man that I love when he’s around some girl that he has told me time and time again means nothing more to him than a friend.”

Louis was silent. “I’m sorry, Harry. I didn’t mean to make you think that I didn’t want anything to do with you because the truth is that I want everything to do with you. I was acting like I did back then so your parents wouldn’t catch on. With Eleanor, I had to act like she was the only one in the world. I had to treat her like she was the queen and the rest of the world were pieces of shit. If I equalized the attention between her and others, it would cause for a complete shit show. And I know that I sound like a broken record and you’re starting to feel like it’s untrue, but Eleanor means absolutely nothing to me. She’s just a friend. You know that. I wouldn’t take her back, even if she asked. You are my everything now. Not her. I wouldn’t give up what amazing relationship we have for one that I wasn’t happy in.”

Harry didn’t say anything and instead just looked at his older boyfriend with teary eyes. He didn’t know what to say. He knew that he was overreacting and he felt like an absolute asshole for it, but he knew Eleanor. He’s known her for two years and she always gets and fights for what she wants and doesn’t care who she hurts in the process. By the acting that she was doing, Harry just had assumed the worse. For some reason, he felt like he could see it in her face that she was still in love with Louis. He thought he saw something in her eyes that said that.

“Harry, if you’re angry about what I said to your sister about us dating, I didn’t mean any of it. The only reason it sounded so believable was because I was angry that I had to insult you and trash our relationship because those are all things that I love about you, about us. This relationship is the best thing to have ever happened to me,” Louis continued. “Harry, I love you.”

Harry looked up at him, still not being able to find words to say. Instead, Harry repositioned himself so he was giving Louis an awkward hug but lying on his back. Louis kept him there for a moment and then the door opened, revealing Anne and Kendall. Harry scurried off of Louis’ lap and quickly wiped his teary face.

Anne stood there, looking at her son with puppy eyes before a few tears fell down her cheeks. “Honey, why didn’t you tell me?”

“T-Tell you wh-” Harry started.

“You don’t have to hide anymore, Harry. I know,” Anne said softly. “I was listening at the door.”

Harry didn’t say anything and just slumped his shoulders. He disconnected from the eye contact with his mum as he prepared for a lecture or any belittling comments that may come his way. However, Anne just sniveled. That was worse than getting hateful comments from her.

“I’m not crying because you’re gay; I’m crying because I’m hurt that you felt that you had to hide this from me. I wouldn’t – I’m not – mad at all. I don’t love you any less. Who you date is none of my business unless they’re hurting you. I don’t think Louis would ever hurt you. All I want is for you to be happy. As long as it isn’t murder or anything that is actually bad, I don’t care,” Anne told him. She sniveled a few times before she spoke again. Except this time, she sounded like a wounded puppy. “How long have you been hiding from me?”

“Two years,’ Harry muttered, not being able to look at her.

Anne said nothing more and just walked towards him, wrapping her arms around her son. “I am so happy for you. Promise me that you’ll never hide something like this from me again.”

Harry hugged his mum back, feeling like a jerk for having lied to her but also felt relieved that she was accepting of him and his relationship and wasn’t mad that he had been hiding his sexuality from her for so much of his life. After she was finished hugging her son, Anne looked to Louis with a smile.

“I expect that you will take care of my baby boy,” Anne told him, grabbing him in a hug.

“I have for two years now. I don’t plan on quitting either. Harry’s the best thing in my life and I don’t want to lose that,” Louis reassured her, a confident expression on his face.

Anne stood up, mouthing a thank you to Kendall. It didn’t surprise Harry that she had a part in bringing Anne to the bedroom. Although he didn’t think that he had been ready to be out, Harry knew now that he actually had been. He felt relief that his mother now knew a big part of him.

“Well, I’m going to go finish dinner. Kendall, would you help please?” Anne asked, smiling at the two boys.

The two women left the bedroom, leaving Harry and Louis alone. Harry looked at Louis, both of them looking at each other with loving expressions. Louis climbed on top of his sweet boyfriend, peppering his face with kisses.

“I’m sorry I thought like that, Louis,” Harry apologized. “Especially on your birthday.”

“Don’t be sorry, snowflake. It turned out for the best because now your mum knows about us,” Louis told him and then pressed his lips to Harry’s. “I also wouldn’t be able to kiss the shit out of you in your childhood bed right now.”

Suddenly, the door opened and Anne walked back in, slightly jumping when seeing the cute position that they were in. She placed her hand on her heart. “I would say that seeing you happier than I ever have is the best Christmas present ever.”

i like to hope that michael is a butt guy, and he’d always be lightly slappin it as you walked by in public, and you’d turn sharply to give him a death stare for being so obvious but he loved seeing you squirm. and when you’d be at home he’d purposely ask you to pick up something on the floor for him so your cute lil butt stuck out from under his big t shirt as you bent down and UGH when things were getting *~{heated}~* and he was on top of you he’d purposely flip you over just so he could hold tightly to your butt as you grind on him through his sweatpants, his not huge but still large hands massaging it as he muttered “babe your ass is too perfect you know that?” hotly in between heated kisses

you step out of the steamy shower and quickly dry off with a towel before slipping on a pair of black, lace panties and one of michael’s oversized t shirts, his familiar scent still lingering on the fabric. you make your way into your bedroom to find michael already in bed with only a pair of sweatpants covering his lower body. michael locks his phone and redirects all of his attention to you as you do a few more things before climbing in bed next to him. the clean sheets against your freshly shaven legs feel like heaven and you know you’ll be asleep very soon. michael reaches up to turn off the bedside lamp and the room goes completely dark. you both turn over on your side so that michael is the big spoon. his hand pushes up the hem of the t shirt that you’re wearing just enough so that he can gently rest his hand on your hip. “you know, you’re lucky I’m really tired or else I’d be making you scream my name right about now,” he says, his voice deep and sleepy and even though you can’t see him you know there’s a smirk on his face. “go to sleep, michael,” you say with a quite laugh, closing your eyes and falling asleep soon after.

Too insecure part 2

I hurried out of bed and went over to my old closet, luckily I still had some of my clothes here – for emergency’s like these…
I quickly got dressed in a pair of black sweatpants, a grey sweater and a pair of Adidas shoes. I quickly pulled my hair into a messy bun, and of course I didn’t care about makeup at all!
I grabbed my phone and my car keys, then I said goodbye to my parents and left.
I can’t believe this was actually my fault! If I hadn’t left him, then this wouldn’t have happened!
I got inside my car and started the engine, then I drove off and went to the hospital.
I actually don’t know, who my parents talked to on the phone, but I think it was the people at the hospital, but it doesn’t matter anyway…
After about 8 solid minutes I arrived. I randomly parked my car in one of the drawn parking spaces. I turned off the engine and ran inside the hospital.
“Miss, you can’t run in there” a woman yelled after me as I ran down one of the halls. I was so confused. I stopped running and turned around to look at the lady.
“Hey, looks like you need to sit” she told me. I was dizzy, I would never be able to live without my jay-bear.
“Who are you here to visit, Miss?” the lady asked me after she had helped me over to a chair. I sat down and grabbed my head.
“Justin Bieber” I told her, the lady nodded her head, then she went over to her computer and typed in Justin’s name.
“Mr. Bieber is currently having a surgery, he had gotten the gearshift inside his stomach, so they’re closing the hole now” she told me as she sat down beside me.
“Is he okay? Is he going to die?” I asked her as I started sobbing loudly. I had gotten a lot of people’s attention, mostly because I was sobbing loudly, but also because some had recognized me.
“He is not going to die, he just needs time to heal and become himself again, sadly we can’t tell you if he has gotten amnesia, we’ll know, when he wakes up” she told me I let go off my breath, it was like a heavy stone had been removed from my shoulders.
My baby would be okay!
“Do you know what room he will be brought into after the surgery?” I asked her, the lady shook her head, she comfortingly placed her hand on my shoulder and rubbed it.
“But I will be sure to tell you as soon as he is out of surgery. In the meantime I think you should get something to drink, you look devastated” she told me. I nodded my head and thanked her, then the lady stood up and went back over to her computer.
I stood up and went over to the water dispenser. I grabbed a cup and filled it with water, then I went back over to my seat and sat down. I took a very small sip of the water, I wasn’t thirsty…
Suddenly this little girl came over to me, she sat down beside me and looked at me. I furrowed an eyebrow and looked back at her.
“Hey sweetie?” I said, the girl grinned and looked over at her big sister, she nodded her head, then the big sister came over to her and sat beside her.
“Why are you crying, Y/N?” the big sister asked me. I looked at both of them as I dried a few tears on my cheeks.
“Someone close to me got in an accident” I told them, I didn’t wanna tell them it was Justin, because they may have been beliebers, and then I would have made them sad.
“That sounds awful” the little girl told me, then she stood up and wrapped her tiny arms around me. I hugged back and smiled whole-heartedly.
“I hope you will feel better soon, Y/N” she told me, I nodded my head, and thanked her, then the big sister came over to me and gave me a hug.
I was about to ask the girls a question, when the lady from before came over to me.
“Mr. Bieber is out of surgery, he’s in room 209” she told me, I thanked her, then I stood up and looked down at the girls.
“Hopefully I’ll see you girls around, it was a pleasure to meet you” I told them, then I hugged both of them again. They both waved goodbye as I made my way over to the elevator.
I went up to the second floor and got out, then I walked over to room 209.
I opened the door slowly. Two nurses stood in front of Justin and made sure everything was alright. They both turned to look at me, they had big smiles on their faces.
“Hello miss, you must be Mr. Bieber’s girlfriend?” one of them asked me, I nodded my head and sat down beside Justin.
“Is he alright?” I asked them, both of them nodded their heads.
“Yeah, he should wake up any minute now” the other one told me, then they left the room.
I moved my chair closer to Justin and grabbed his hand.
I caressed his hands as tears streamed down my cheeks again.
“I’m so sorry for leaving you, Justin. If I hadn’t done it, then this wouldn’t have happened” I told him, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me.
“I love you so much Justin! Please don’t leave me” I cried, I placed my head on our hands as I continued to sob.
Suddenly a groan left Justin’s mouth. I immediately sat up to see what was going on. Justin was slowly opening his eyes, but he was clearly in pain, so he kept his eyes squinted.
“Y/N?” he asked me as he squeezed my hand. Thank God he could remember me!
“Yes baby, I’m right here” I told him, I gave his hand a squeeze back, then I leaned over towards Justin and pecked his dry lips.
“I’m so sorry” Justin said as he started crying. “I should’ve never hung out with Jayde, when I knew you were at home waiting for me” he continued. I shook my head and cupped his face.
“Don’t apologize! You have the right to hang out with whoever you want to, I was just being selfish” I told him, Justin shook his head and placed his hands on top of mine.
“No, I hadn’t been hanging out with you, and since you’re my girlfriend, the love of my life, I of course need to hang out with you, because without you I’m miserable” he told me, I smiled as I sobbed, then once again I placed my lips on top of Justin’s.
Justin tried to sit up, but I hurried to hold him down.
“Stay down, you got your gear shifter inside your stomach, so the doctors just finished closing the hole” I told him, Justin’s eyes got wide and he made a face .
“Yeah, sounds gross” I told him as I chuckled. Justin nodded his head and rubbed his forehead.
“Do you happen to know if they found a small box in the car?” he asked me, I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head.
“No, were they supposed to?” I asked him, Justin nodded his head and placed his head against the pillow.
“Why a small box?” I asked him, suddenly I was curios.
“Well, I have – for a few weeks now – been planning on asking you to marry me, but when you broke up with me, I thought I could just as well throw out the ring, but then again, I couldn’t… So after a few hours of drowning my sorrows I grabbed the box and went out to my car, I wanted to give you the ring even though I knew you would never want to marry me, but I didn’t quite get there – as you know – so the ring must be in the car” he explained. I gasped and covered my mouth.
“You were going to asking me to marry you?” I asked him, Justin shyly nodded his head, and a light shade of pink formed on his pale face.
“I would love to marry you” I truthfully told him, Justin’s eyes got wide, and the biggest grin formed on his face.
“Are you serious?” he asked me. I nodded my head and kissed his lips.
“Of course! There’s nothing in the world that I rather would” I told him. Justin grabbed my face, then he pulled me down to him and connected our lips, this kissed was more passionate than ever!
“Oh, sorry to interrupt” someone suddenly said, Justin and I pulled away from each other and looked at the doctor.
“The firemen found a few things in Mr. Bieber’s crashed car that they thought he might wanted” he explained. I stood up and went over to the doctor, who handed me the box.
“Thank you so much” I told him, the doctor nodded his head, then he left the room.
I went over to Justin again and placed the box beside him. I opened it, and then first thing that caught my eyes were a big package of condoms.
“Really?” I asked him as I showed him the box. Justin chuckled and smirked.
“You never know” he told me, I rolled my eyes, then I looked back into the box. I immediately spotted a small, black velour box. I grabbed it and opened it, and there it was, the most beautiful and gorgeous ring you could ever imagine! It was a very unique ring, because it had a big, black stone in the middle, and then around it were small, silver diamonds, it was absolutely stunning.
I gasped and removed the big box from the bed. Then I handed the box to Justin.
“It’s beautiful” I told him, Justin nodded his head and smiled.
He opened the box again – since I had closed it – and grabbed my hand.
“Y/F/N, would you do me the honor of marrying me?” he asked me, I nodded my head and smiled widely. Justin smiled, too, then he grabbed the ring and sled it onto my finger.
“We’re getting married!” I squealed, then I leaned down over him and placed my lips on his to give him a kiss.
I wanted to give him some extra, so I added my tongue, which Justin clearly didn’t seem to mind, because he immediately opened his mouth and started playing with my tongue.
This was so perfect…

A/N: Did you guys like this imagine? Please make sure to tell me 💕

kuroo making breakfast wearing nothing but loose sweatpants with a towel draped over his neck, his hair still damp because he’d recently gotten out of the bath.

kenma leaning against the counter behind him, wearing one of kuroo’s shirts and fuzzy pajama pants, his hair damp as well, smiling softly into a warm mug of tea as they have a quiet conversation.

the air in their apartment has a a warm and slightly sleepy feeling to it, but it’s comfortable and it’s home.

(for calumspiercedhood and anarchyaustralia‘s college!5sos night)

The smell of pancakes wafting into your room stirs you from your slumber and you stretch your arms out as you wake up. Even though the queen-size bed of your off-campus apartment is better than the twin-size bed of the dorms, the bed still feels entirely too big when it’s just you in it. Picking up a shirt from the ground that you don’t even think is actually yours, you slip it on before making your way into the kitchen, stopping at the doorway when you see Ashton standing at the stove flipping pancakes, wearing only a pair of sweatpants that hang low on his hips. A smile spreads across your face as you walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist before pressing your cheek again. He chuckles and you feel the sound reverberate through him as he turns his head to glance at you behind him, asking if you’re wearing his shirt – to which you nod – and telling you that breakfast will be ready in a bit, but he’s already made coffee and tea if you want any. You didn’t think that you would ever – not even for a second – regret moving into an off-campus apartment with your boyfriend. Even if the rent’s a little bit more expensive and the dorms were where you first met because your rooms were across the hall from each other, mornings like this (and just waking up to Ashton, really), made it all worth it.

breakfast in bed; Seungcheol

Since you had the day off from class today you decided to have a lazy day. The bed was still warm when you woke up, but empty and a mess of tangled sheets and pillows. Frowning you thought you’d woken up late mistakenly and missed waving Seungcheol off to work. But the door opened and he walked in with a tray with breakfast and two mugs; tea for you, coffee for him.  Still dressed in the sweatpants and t-shirt he had been in the night before he smiled at seeing you still half asleep propped up on one elbow watching him.

“Morning,” he smiled carefully setting the tray on the bed next to you before climbing back onto the mattress and balancing it on his lap.

“Mm morning is that for me?” you reply eyes on the mug of tea, steam floating dreamily out from it .

“Breakfast for you too,” he laughed, handing over the mug.

“I’m spoiled,” you teased accepting it gratefully and giving it a little sip.

“Breakfast in bed. Isn’t that what girls like?”

“Since you made it for me? Yes.”

“I figured we could eat breakfast together for once.  Our schedules never seem to match properly.”

“Right don’t you have to get ready?”

“I will after we eat. Don’t worry we have plenty of time,” he assured you.

You rearranged yourself, sitting up and leaning against him with your mug of tea allowing him to goofily feed you French toast, which he proudly boasted that he made himself. Surprisingly it isn’t bad at all.

When you voiced these thoughts he laughed sheepishly and admitted, “It took a few tries. I burned the first two before I got the hang of it.”

After breakfast you found yourself stretching out across the bed finishing up your tea and watching as he wiggled into a pair of dark jeans and a fresh white t-shirt.

“Can’t believe you can’t stay home on my one day off.” you frowned at him over the rim of your mug, not bothering to hide the disgruntled look on your face.  But Seungcheol’s job schedules didn’t revolve around yours…sadly enough.

His expression scrunched up forming a pout as he replied, “Sorry. I wish I could.  Don’t make that face at me please. Or I won’t be able to concentrate today.”

He crossed the room and kissed the side of your head when you lowered your face so he couldn’t see that you were still making the same face.

“I’ll try and get back as soon as possible.  Then I’m all yours for the night okay?” he promised before wandering into the bathroom to brush his teeth and fix his hair.

Annoyed, but not annoyed enough to sit there pouting like a petulant child, you got up and grabbed the remote, flipping on the TV while popping Romeo and Juliet into the Blu-Ray player.  As it loaded you wandered to the kitchen to make yourself another mug of tea. If you were going to sit around and do nothing all day you might as well do it with another mug of tea.  On your way back from the kitchen you picked up your laptop so you could surf while you watched. You could hear the water running, but also Seungcheol talking.  It wasn’t unusual for that since he more often than not had to remind the other members of the day’s schedule. Ignoring it you settled on your bed, smiling when you caught sight of snow fluttering passed the big glass windows next to you

Lying on your stomach and typing in the password for your computer you picked up the remote with your free hand and lifted your eyes to the TV. Relaxing. This was going to be a good day even if you had to wait for him to come home before you guys could spend time together.

The bathroom door opened, temporarily distracting you from what you were doing.  Seungcheol took one step then ran the rest of way and dove on to the bed next to you causing everything including you fly up off the bed and tumble back into a heaped mess.

“Oi!” You laughed as he caged beneath him, grinning widely down at you, “Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go?”

“Nope! They cancelled the schedule last minute.” He grinned, “I’m free for the whole day. They said because of the snow they couldn’t do the outdoor event.”

“Really? So you’re going to stay?” you asked excitedly, pushing lightly on his chest so he’d let you up.  He nodded as you combed your fingers through your hair trying to fix it clumsily.

“Goodie then you can watch with me.” you replied, grabbing the remote and hitting play.

“What are we watch-” he cut himself off with a groan, “Again? We watched this two days ago.”

mr. cocky pt. 4

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 5

Genre: fluff, angst(?)

Word count: 2145

Characters: Jeon Jeongguk, OC/Reader (+ small appearances of the other members)

Warnings: swearing

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk was an arrogant guy who everyone loved. All the girls swooned over him, and would easily sacrifice their lives for this guy. But what was so special about him, and why did he always have the upper hand? That was still a mystery, but Y/N wanted to change that.

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Jeongguk’s POV:

We walked out of the building after our rehearsal. I expected her to be a bad dancer since that was what she told me over the phone, but to my surprise she was pretty damn good. Her body moved so fluidly to the rhythm that I couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight of her body moving. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a crop top, and her hair was tired up in a messy bun.

And I must say, her body looked stunning.

Once we arrived outside, I stopped to take a look at her again. Maybe she wasn’t so bad?

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imagine sasuke’s reaction to finding sakura eating breakfast in his kitchen, one morning, when he’s still half awake and doesn’t remember he agreed to let her sleep over the night before. they aren’t together, still rather far from that point, although they dance along the lines of something more than friendship lately.

he’s so used to being alone, so used to the stillness of the house when he wakes, that it has him in a sort of daze when he walks in to find her there: sitting at the dining table, hair mussed endearingly and dressed in sweatpants and a thin tank top, slowly working on her breakfast while she reads an old medical volume.

his heart stops, if only for a few beats. he almost thinks he’s dreaming, because he can’t quite fathom why sakura would be there, looking so homely in his apartment–before his mind finally catches up to him. but he’s still speechless and so still, as he watches her, like he’s unsure of what to do, or how to react. it has been too long since he’s had anyone’s presence to wake up to.

she notices him, then. nearly jumps out of her skin, even, and he realizes he’s not the only one this feels strange to. she blushes, tries to smooth her hair, and her embarrassment almost seems to affect him, too.

“i meant to leave before you got up,” she says, fiddling with the hold of her tea cup. “i thought you’d still be sleeping for a while and–” she stops, and mulls her lips, before biting the inside of her cheek. “ah–i, well, i made you a plate as well,” she said softly, ducking her head a little. her blush worsens. “i figured it was the least i could do, to thank you for letting me stay the night.”

his mouth parts, if slightly. something in him warms so tenderly at the kindness of the act, and he feels his eyes soften. lowly, before he can catch himself, he finds himself murmuring, “no one’s made me breakfast since i was eight years old.”

a wave of soft, saddened surprise washes over her features. the sight has his lips firming–he doesnt like when people pity him. but just when he thinks about looking away and mumbling some words along the lines of, “forget it,” she smiles at him, in the way she always does, and says, “well, i do hope you like tamagoyaki, sasuke-kun.”

unable to think of saying much of anything at all, sasuke only manages to nod, before he pads over towards the still-warm but firmly wrapped plate sitting on the kitchen counter. he can’t help himself from staring at her as reaches to pour himself a cup of tea, his dark gaze soft and gentle.

it is strange to have someone to wake up to, to have a homemade breakfast waiting for him. 

strange… but certainly not unpleasant.

(something he could definitely get used to, he muses, if it is with sakura.)

You’re short - Luke

Masterlist - Requests

You groaned loudly as you tried to get the cereal from the top shelf. You tried jumping but the damn cereal was just too high. You heard someone chuckle behind you as you turned around and saw Luke observing you struggling.

“Just come here and help me!’ You growled at Luke as he laughed once again. “Sorry Y/N, but your height is just so cute.”He remarked, his voice still raspy from just waking up. 

The sight of him made you want to drool, his sweatpants were hung low on his hips allowing you to see a strip of his stomach and his hair was messy and tousled. You honestly just wanted to run your fingers though it, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

Luke walked over to you and got the box of with ease, giving it to you with an amused expression.

“It is not! I’m punk rock, there is nothing cute about me or my height.” You said stubbornly. “She says whilst pouting.” He giggled and placed a short and tender kiss on your forehead.

You just rolled your eyes at him and stood on your tippy toes to give him a short kiss on his lips. “See, you even have to stand on your tippy toes to kiss me.” He said teasing you further. He placed his arms dangerously close to your bum and brought your body closer to his.

“Sorry baby, but I just love seeing your feisty side… Especially in the bed room.”He said smirking at you as you shoved his chest playfully.

“Come on babe, show me what shorties can do.”He whispered in your ear as you started smirking. You couldn’t help but love it when Luke was horny.

“Oh you know damn well what I can do.”You said not giving in just yet.

“Yeah I do, but I wouldn’t mind getting a reminder.”He said and grabbed your bum, squeezing it lightly. 

Maybe you’d be able to contain yourself and have Luke desiring you the entire day. But you couldn’t turn him down, his morning voice making you just want to jump him.

He took your silence as a yes and picked you up, not even making it to the bedroom he laid you on the couch and threw his shirt on the floor. Allowing you to admire his torso.

He climbed ontop of you as he started to kiss you roughly, groping and touching wherever he could.

You pulled back for a moment. “Not so short now huh?” You muttered in a breathy voice as Luke chuckled sexily.

“No, just incredibly hot”

Cameron Week Days 3/4

It’s 5:47 am and this might not make any sense but I promised I would post it so here you go. At long last, I’m going to bed.

“Unghh.” Cameron groans, flinging himself into a chair next to Camille. She looks over at him, eyebrows shooting skywards when she takes in his appearance.

“Tired, Sweatpants?” She asks, grinning. He glares at her. They’re the only two people in the break room, but he still doesn’t appreciate her bringing up how sloppy he looks.

“My neighbour got a dog, apparently.” He mutters irritably. “It barked all night and I didn’t get any sleep. So yes, I’m wearing sweatpants today.”

She shrugs.

“Hey, I’m not judging. If I knew we could get away with that I sure as hell wouldn’t be wearing heels to work every day.” She says, pouring him a cup of coffee and sliding it across the counter. He grabs it gratefully, gulping it down despite the steam still pouring off the top. He winces as the scalding liquid burns his throat, but keeps drinking anyway. Camille just watches with interest. When the mug has been drained, he sets it back down. His eyes are watering a little from the pain, but at least he’s more awake.

He moves to rub his eyes, but frowns when his fingers bump against the lens of his glasses.

“Oh no.” Touching the frames again, just to make sure, he sighs.


“I forgot to put my contacts in.” He grumbles, sliding the mug back toward her. She refills it.

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Reminds You of Innocence (Jikook)

002 - “You smell nice”

word count: 896

Well, it certainly has been a while hasn’t it. I’m sorry for that. This is pretty short, but I’m trying to find motivation ^.^ But I hope you all enjoy!

Jimin wakes on his own, the sun shining light into his room. He blinks blearily, eyes closing to protect themselves from the light. It’s not often we wakes to light, or without the blaring sound of an alarm ringing in his ears. He’s confused for a moment, unsure of why Seokjin hadn’t woken him up sooner.

“Oh right. Day off,” He mutters to himself, voice still rough from sleep. The sheets are thrown away, but immediately pulled back over him when the cold air hits him.

“Fuck,” He hisses, goosebumps trailing his skin, even under the three blankets he has piled up on his bed. Jimin looks around for warmer clothes. Spotting sweatpants laying on top of his desk chair, he takes a breath before darting out of his bed to get to them. He grabs them and pulls them on sloppily, hopping on one leg at a time. A hoodie catches his eyes and he grabs it without looking, pulling it on as he stumbles out of the door.  

The scent of bacon hits him in the hallway, making him jog to the kitchen, grabbing a plate out of Taehyung’s hands and trotting happily over to the table.

“Hey! That was mine!” Taehyung whines, and Jimin pops a piece of bacon into his mouth.

“Not anymore,” He says, smiling around a mouthful of food. Taehyung follows him, trying to grab his plate back, but stops mid-grab and sniffs.

“Since when did you start wearing Jeongguk’s cologne?” Taehyung says as he moves closer to Jimin, sniffing more deeply. Jimin raises a questioning eyebrow.

“I…don’t?” It comes out as a question. Taehyung sticks his nose into Jimin’s shoulder and sniffs dramatically.

“That is definitely Jeongguk’s cologne,” Taehyung nods, laughing as Jimin shoves him away with an elbow.  

“I’m honestly not wearing-”

“Hey, that’s my hoodie,” a half-asleep Jeongguk murmurs, stumbling in from the hallway. He plops down beside Jimin, thanking Seokjin has he brings Jeongguk a plate of food. Seokjin laughs at the sight and ruffles Jeongguk’s hair.  

Jimin looks down at the hoodie he’s currently wearing. Fingering the strings, he pulls the fabric away from his chest, sniffing it lightly.

“Oh. That makes sense then,” He mumbles, mostly to himself. Jimin reaches for another piece of bacon but Jeongguk bats at his arm weakly.

“Don’t get syrup on that. I like that hoodie,” He gripes. Jimin glances down at the hoodie and snorts.

“Then why was it under a pile of my clothes?” Jeongguk shrugs and goes back to his food. Jimin eyes him for a few seconds before shaking his head and returning to his own meal.

The day is spent lazily. No one leaves the dorm, opting instead to mill around, doing their own things. Jimin and Taehyung decide on watching a movie when Jeongguk trots in, throwing himself on the couch between them. Jimin muses at the thought that they should be annoyed, but instead they just scoot over and make room for him.  

It only takes five minutes before Jeongguk is blinking sleepily. His head drops naturally on Jimin’s shoulder and Jimin doesn’t even flinch, just shoulders further into the couch to a more comfortable position.

“You smell nice.” The words, slightly muffled, are muttered into Jimin’s neck. Jimin’s eyes flick to the side and he snorts.

“I smell like you,” he says. Smiling lazily, Jeongguk nuzzles further into Jimin’s neck.

“Exactly.” Hands twist nervously in sleeves that are way too long. Jimin turns back to the TV.  

“What is that supposed to mean?” He whispers. When he doesn’t get a response, he glances back over to Jeongguk to see him already asleep. Jimin sighs and tries to concentrate on the rest of the movie, but it’s mostly white noise.  

Most everyone has gone to bed, but Jimin sits awake, shifting a certain hoodie between his fingers. Steeling his nerves, he gets up and walks to Jeongguk and Namjoon’s shared room. Namjoon is asleep but Jeongguk is still up, writing something in a notebook. He looks up as Jimin enters, eyes immediately narrowing in on the hoodie in Jimin’s hands.

“I thought I’d return it.” Jimin gestures to the hoodie in his hands. Jeongguk shrugs, looking back down at his notebook.

“Keep it.” He tries to sound nonchalant, but Jimin catches the small frown tugging at his lips. It gives him the courage to keep going.

“I’m going to wash it, you know.” Jeongguk looks up again, a confused look on his face. Jimin lets one corner of his mouth turn up.

“So if the plan was for me to smell like you, you might want to wear it again.” He throws the hoodie and Jeongguk catches it on instinct, his cheeks heating up.

“What? I…no…what?” Jimin giggles and turns to leave. He spots a sweater lying on a table and snatches it as he walks out.

“I guess this’ll have to do for now, huh Kookie?” He doesn’t turn around to garner Jeongguk’s expression, but he doesn’t have to. He already knows he’s won.  

A conceit of most television shows is that even the most awkward, neurotic, unlucky-in-love characters are still pretty attractive. But Seinfeld makes no pretenses about George Costanza; he’s a short, overweight, bald man who’s awkward, cowardly and terrible with women.

In fact, entire episodes are devoted to his horrible luck with relationships and his inability to get a date. He’s constantly complaining that women don’t like him, and none of his friends disagree. At one point, he takes to wearing sweatpants in public to specifically display that he has “given up” on ever being attractive enough to land a woman.

But George Costanza gets a ridiculous amount of action. Over the course of the show, he has 43 girlfriends.

To give you some context, the average number of sexual partners most men have in a lifetime is seven. George’s relationships blow the national statistics out of the water. His girlfriends aren’t ugly, either. He manages to hook up with successful women, models and at one point Marisa Tomei. Not an actress playing Marisa Tomei, Marisa Tomei as herself.

5 Iconic Traits of Fictional Characters (That Are B.S.)


  • you’re always the cool one in the relationship 
  • He’s the type to wear sweatpants and just lay on the couch watching netflix for like two days straight and he’d love you to join him for that
  • Super chivalrous like he’ll always open doors and carry things for you
  • Will definitely let you steal wear his hoodies
  • Is basically just a dorky teddy bear who wants all your love and attention


  • Pull up on you wacks with a mac fully loaded (ah)
  • Is very dense like you have to repeat things twenty times over to get him to hear them and even then he’s still just like “huh”
  • you probably have to coordinate all of his outfits for him because I feel like if left alone he’d end up walking around looking straight out of a 90′s hip hop music video
  • living meme
  • You know speaking of memes he probably really loves 2012 members and I feel like that’s the biggest con of them all

//Send me an idol for pros/cons of dating them//

Neighbours. 4/4

I grab the snapback that was hanging over the back of the couch and place it on my head before walking out of the house and across the hall, knocking on the next door neighbours door. Calum opens it a minute later, still half asleep and wearing a pair of sweatpants that hang lowly on his hips. My eyes linger on one spot for a moment longer than they should causing Calum to chuckle.
“Coming in or are you just going to stare all day?” He asks, snapping me out of whatever thoughts were happening in my head.
“Big night?” I ask as I brush past him and head straight for his kitchen. I move around the kitchen, pulling out two cups and turning the coffee maker on before grabbing the milk from the fridge and turning around to face him. Calum leans against the countertop, his eyes on the hat on my head.
“Very big.” He nods. I take his hat off my head and toss it at him, watching as he catches it and places it on his head. “Glad to have a lovely neighbour who makes me coffee in my own apartment.”
“I wouldn’t if it weren’t for your mother.” I tell him, pointing a spoon at him. “Promised her I would when someone moved in across the hall from me. Was fourteen years of living next door to you not enough torture for me?” I cry, turning my back on him to stir the sugar into the coffee because he’s weird and likes it sweet. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and he rests his cheek on top of my head.
“Am I not allowed to live near my best friend?” He whines.
“No.” I tell him, pushing the coffee cup towards him. He lets go of me and takes it, sending me a cheesy grin. “I hate you, Hood.”

Unlike everyone else in the building, I’d gotten used to the drums that came from the apartment across the hall. But not at two am. A groan falls from my lips as the boy bangs on them again. I’d seen him twice when I was getting my mail and without a doubt, he was beautiful but at the current moment, I wanted to kill him. Trudging across the small apartment, I rip the door open and storm across the hallway, banging on his door loudly. The banging stops and I’m about to turn around and go back to bed when the door opens and he’s standing in front of me. Every time I’d seen him before, he’d been wearing glasses but this time, his face was spotless expect for the sweat dripping down his temple. He raises a questioning eyebrow at me, a silent question to why I’m interrupting him, and I cock my head to the side. Does he not know what  time it is?
“Do you not know what time it is?” I ask.
“Like eleven?” He responds. Apparently not. I shake my head.
“It’s two twenty.” I tell him. His eyes widen.
“Shit shit shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t even know. We’ve been practicing a new song and I just couldn’t get it right so wanted to try and get it done before tomorrow.” He rambles.  
“It’s fine.” I laugh. He opens his mouth but I cut him off. “But I’m going to have to end this conversation and go to bed. I have Uni in the morning.”
“I’m sorry.” He tells me again, smiling weakly. I grin at him and turn on my heel. Before I close my door, I peer around it.
“Hey!” I call to him. “For the record, I think it sounded pretty good.”

I stick my key into the lock of my apartment and turn. Out of habit, I look around the corridor before opening the door but instead of an empty hallway, my eyes land on the blonde boy sitting in front of next door’s apartment. I stare at him for a second before realising he’s the cute new guy that just moved in.
“Luke, right?” I ask. He looks up at me and nods. “Are you okay?” I ask, confused to why he’s sitting infront of his own door.
His cheeks go bright red. “Yeah.” He tells me, scratching the back of his neck. “Well kind of.” He admits. “I locked my keys inside.” It takes all my self control to bite back the laughter climbing up my throat because I did the exact same thing two weeks after I moved in. “And the landlord has the spare key but he doesn’t finish until six.”
I roll my eyes because our landlord is a jerk. “You can come wait in here if you want. Air-conditioning will be turned on in about ten minutes and it will be an ice box out here.”
The boy quickly jumps up and follows me into my apartment, shutting the door behind him. He stands awkwardly in the doorway as I move about, dumping my bags on the floor and heading straight to the kitchen.
“You know who I am?” He asks. I nod.
“Of course. You’re everywhere. Not to mention that your friends yell your name pretty loud and I think your living room is right next to my bedroom wall.”
He cringes. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell any fans about your whereabouts. Don’t want a swarm of girls outside my door.” A grin makes its way onto his face causing me to smile. We sit and talk about everything we can think of until his phone rings. He quickly answers it, sending me an apologetic smile in the process. When he hangs up, I’m already opening the door, knowing it would’ve been the landlord.
“Maybe we can do this again?” He asks. “Minus locking myself out.”
I nod. “I’d like that.”

It started with a package sitting in front of my door and a note, apologising that the postman put it in front of 34 instead of 32. I stuck a post it note on number 34’s door saying thank you. It progressed from that to notes such as ‘have a nice day’ and ‘don’t forget to smile.’
Although I’d never met the occupant of number 34, I felt like I knew the person on the other side of the door. I knew it was a male around my own age, the lady next door had told me when I first found the package but that was it; I didn’t know his name or what he looked like or his age. Apparently his hair was green?
My day had been awful; I’d woken up late, the hot water was out because of a burst pipe or something of the sorts which meant that a shower was out of the question and on top of it all, the elevator broke. After pulling myself up eleven flights of stairs and onto my landing, all I wanted to do was sit against the wall for five minutes. And so I did. Five minutes turned into ten. Just as I’m about to stand up, a boy emerges from number 34 causing me to freeze. His hair definitely wasn’t green; instead it was a blondish/silvery colour that suited him well. With a guitar case in hand and an oversized sweater on, he heads towards the elevator.
“It’s broken.” I call after him causing him to stop dead in his tracks and turn to face me. I smile weakly at him. His green eyes land on my face and my heart skips a beat. “It’s nice to meet you 34.” I laugh. “I’m 32.”
“Michael.” He grins, walking over to where I’m sitting. He holds a hand out and I take it, expecting a handshake but he surprises me by pulling me to my feet. In return, I tell him my actual name. My eyes drift to his guitar case and his gaze follows mine.
“Band practice.” He tells me. “I finish at nine.”
“Slipping it into our conversation for a reason?” I ask, teasingly.
He shrugs. “Kind of thinking we can hang out after?”
“Kind of thinking that I like that idea.”

Markiplier Imagine

You were having the worst day of your life. First, you’re aunt is in the hospital. Then, your dog decided to run away. You sat on your bed with your head in your hands trying your best not to cry. “Hey, (y/n) are you feeling okay?” Mark asked opening the door. You shook your head no, not looking up at your boyfriend. He walked closer to you, and wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face in his chest. After the hug, you decided to look up at him. He studied your face, still unpleased with your sadness. He had to do something about you being sad. After laying on your bed all day, you decided to move to the living room. You looked at the porch, and mark was there, with peanut butter all over his face. He was dressed in his sweatpants with no shirt. You opened the screen door, and Mark was filming. “Mark, what are you doing?” You asked, giggling. “I’m the king of the squirrels. My people need me!” Mark said, posing ‘heroly.’ You fell on the porch laughing so hard. Mark stood pleased with himself. ☆timeskip☆ You went to your computer, seeing if mark actually posted the video. To your surprise, he did. You watched it, laughing all over again, at Mark’s stupid-ness.

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