Big Brother Imagines

mark [bb19]

hey so this one is special, it's dedicated to one of my best friends, julia (beebell7) so instead of y/n's in this story, I'm going to use her name. This can still apply to lots of people, and y'all can just switch your name instead if you'd like. Without further adue, let's start!

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"I hope you know that my workout regiment sucks," you tell Mark as the both of you are sitting in the apple room. He just chuckles at what you say.

"Julia, honestly, how could I ever be disappointed when I'm looking at you?" Damnit, I hate it but love it at the same time when guys always know what to say. A blessing and a curse in one.

"Shut up, you don't mean it," you reaspond casually. But as you say it, you can feel heat start to rise up into your cheeks.

Mark leans over, and takes your hand, and pulls you over close to him, so your now laying on his chest. Which, I might add, feels like lying on a bed of rocks in the sense that this guy has killer abs.

"Is that a question to my integrity?" He lazily snaps back.

You turn around, and look up into his eyes, "Come on Mark, you barely know me," his smoldering chocolate eyes boating holes into yours.

"Well," he takes your small hand in his rather large one, and sighs "I  know your middle name is Lynn, your favorite color is turquoise, you have a cat named Hobbes and not to mention your an amazing dancer. Soooo, I beg to disagree with your statement." He has a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

"Wrong," you say with a grin, and his smirk falters.

"What?" He asks exasperated. "What did I get wrong? What did I mess up-," You place your index finger over his lips.

"Just kidding," you say rather slowly, trying to prolong the effect.

"Damn you Julia," he grumbles. You laugh at his statement, "You know you love me," to tell him.

"In your dreams Princess," he sends you a wink.

"Anyways, I hungry. Let's go get some food," you tell him, and you place your hand on his upper thigh, and you get up.

When you reach the door, you look back at Mark and he hasn't moved, a glossy layer casing his eyes.

"Hey," you snap your fingers a couple times till you get his attention, "C'mon, we're gonna get food," you tell him.

"Oh, yea," he says as he shakes off what ever had come over him.

You take his hand, as you lead him to the kitchen and practically drag him down the hall till you reach the kitchen.

"Come on slow poke!" You turn around and pull his arms towards the kitchen, seeing that Paul, Jessica, Alex and Cody were already in the kitchen.

The smell of cheesy goodness is wafted throughtout the house, and it leads to one spot. The cast iron pot on the stove.

You let go of his hand, and make your way over to the stove, where Paul was stirring the delicious goodness that was held in the pot.