IMAGINE…
You are staying at Marcus's apartment for the night and you’re sitting on the sofa as he's is paying the pizza man at the front door. You grab the tv remote and start channel surfing because you don’t want to watch Breaking Bad. You keep pressing the button until you come across X Factor, which you’re happy with so you keep it on. When he comes back and puts the pizza on the table he asks, “Hey, what happened to Breaking Bad?”
“I’ve already seen that episode,” you say casually.
He sits down next to you and tries to grab the remote but you’re too fast for him and raise the remote up in the air. He tries to reach for it a few times but each time he misses making you giggle. He starts to tickle you around the waist making you laugh but you still won’t release it from you’re grasp. He continues to tickle you making you bend over from laughter, forcing you to lay right on top of him. He manages to snatch the remote but instead of changing the channel he wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a big hug.
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Marcus Butler (Imagines)
FanfictionThis is basically alot of IMAGINES about Marcus Butler. (I do take requests)
