#got mark

[hyunmintae]

I’m excited for this Markyeom poly au fic I’m about to write. 

[zuhos-nose]

Got7 as types of cereal

JB (Jaebum):

Mark: (why is it so much smaller?? why am I laughing so hard??)

Jackson:

Jinyoung:

Youngjae:

Bambam: (laugh at my joKES DAMNIT)

Yugyeom:

[gotmonstabangtantrashmelani-blog]

GOT7 Reaction 2 Their Daughter Wanting 2 Bathe w/ Them

Requested by https://kpoppocmoodboards.tumblr.com/: Hi it's me again 😅 Can I re-request the daughter one with Monsta X and Got7? I loved the BTS one so much 😭😭😭💓💓 (feels)

I’m so sorry, the first one I posted was BTS when you clearly had stated GOT7 lol. Here’s GOT7 and monsta x will be posted after this one and I’m glad you like the BTS one!!

*gifs are not mine*

Mark: You and your daughter were bathing and she was being very defiant with you. When you would try and wash a part of her body she’d say no and you couldn’t figure out why. You ask her and she pouts. “Daddy always plays games with me in here. You’re boring!” Mark was peeking through the door and he smiled because she was so cute. You were shocked and kind of hurt. “Well maybe next time Daddy can just give you a bath.”

Jaebum: Your daughter was crying in the tub, splashing water everywhere, shouting Daddy. You were trying to calm her down but she just wasn’t having it. “Daddy is more fun, you’re too boring. I want DADDY!” Then in comes Jaebum looking like a savior. He comes up to you and gives you a kiss. “I’ll take care of this babe, go rest,” he says giving you another kiss on your nose.

Jackson: He would be shocked at your daughters confession, preferring to shower with him because he’s more fun. He’d come into the bathroom laughing, telling her to calm down and not to be mean to you. You’d look at her and roll your eyes because she was such a Daddy’s girl.

Jinyoung: He had a smug smile on his face because he was indeed the fun parent and you weren’t. He’d be extra about it, flaunting it in your face. He’d start giving your daughter her bath and she’d be super nice and loving making you glare at the two of them. You knew she was only doing that because you didn’t giver her ice cream earlier.

Youngjae: While your daughter was crying and screaming for her daddy, Youngjae would come in to see what was the problem. When she explained it to him he’d smile and say why couldn’t you both give her a bath. The whole time he’d be doing aegyo, making her squeal and return the aegyo.

BamBam: Teasing you and boasting about it is how we would react. He would let this go to his head because you and your daughter are closer to each other because you see her more and he can’t. He’d secretly be touched and would treasure every bath he gave your daughter.

Yugyeom: He’d be thoroughly pleased to know that your daughter enjoys bath tie with him. She’s never told him so he surprised that she even feels that way. She doesn’t always express her feelings to him.

This has been in my drafts for so long...

[jj-prxject]

‘ Describe me in one word. ’

‘ Mine. ’

[jbjnoonafan]

GOT7 being themselves (adorable!)

Source: Cooking Live GOT7 Never Ever

[chimfires]

the promise // Mark Tuan

genre: angst/fluff

pairing: mark x reader *Mafia AU/ arranged marriage.

word count: 1.5k+

*requested!

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4

“trust me.. in this life we live.. when something is wrong.. you’ll know sweetie.” your mothers voice rang in your head, her single piece of advice given to you as she placed your veil over your face on your wedding day. 

Bouncing your legs, you glanced at the electric clock above your stove, a feeling of dread rushed through your body. 

he still isn’t home.. you thought to yourself. Normally, you’d sleep unnerved, knowing that the front door would wake you out of your slumber, indicating another night that he had kept his promise. However tonight was different. Hours before, your home was filled with laughter, as all 7 members sat at your kitchen table after dinner, talking about the risky meeting they had tonight. hearing this might have sent you on edge, causing you to toss and turn in your bed the whole night, dying to hear the sound of him entering to his own bed, dying to hear the spring of his bed through the walls that separated the two of you.. dying to hear.. anything. Rubbing your hands together, you sat back in your seat, fighting the urge to call him for the 79th time, yes you’d been counting. You called everyone on his team, Jackson... Youngjae... BamBam.. JB.. Yugyeom... Jingyoung. no one answered. 

Gnawing on the raw flesh of your lip, you tapped on the table, wondering if you were overreacting. 

he could just be with a mistress you thought, but quickly put the idea out of your head. Despite the arranged marriage between the two of you, Mark never even looked in another woman’s direction. You chuckled lightly, thinking about how lonely he must be. The two of you never even spoke, this whole marriage being arranged by your parents when you were born. It was set in stone for you to become Mark’s wife. Your fathers being best friends, knew that it would be the best bet for both of you. The thought of your father made your eyes water. A sense of deja vu loomed over your head. Your mother sat in this exact same state when you were 18. Sitting at her kitchen table, waiting for her husband to burst through the door at any moment.

it was the night he was killed. 

Your front door colliding with the wall snapped you out of your thoughts. Immediately rising, you turned towards your hallway to escape to your room before Mark could see you, trying with everything in you to avoid another awkward encounter with your husband... then reality hit you. Silence continued to fill your home, followed by a groan. Your head whipped in the direction of your front door, taking in the image of the figure in front of you. 

He was slumped on the door frame of your home, chest heavily raising and collapsing, as he tried to calm himself down. Dust scattered along his jeans and softly painted along the hollows of his cheek bones. His hair, clinging to the damp skin of his forehead.  Rips decorated his once crisp white tee, creating an unwanted pattern across the fabric. Itching closer, you realized his lip had been busted, and his left eye had been framed with a purple hue. The smell of copper filled your nose, causing you to nearly gag. Reaching forward, you softly grabbed his arm, causing his head to snap up. You allowed him to rest some weight on you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

“I’m okay y/n” he whispered, trying to pull away. 

“No you aren’t..” you whispered, helping him inside. You kicked the door behind you, shutting it with a loud thump. 

Leading him into your room, you watched as he tried walking groaning with every step he took. Entering your bathroom, you turned the water on in your shower, turning towards Mark as it filled up. 

“arms up” you said, motioning for him to follow your command.

“really y/n i’m fine” he argued. You rolled your eyes, raising his arms carefully. The sharp intake of breath indicated something was wrong. Carefully slipping the stained top over his head, you tossed it into the trash to further inspect him. A soft pink hue dusted your cheek as your timid eyes traced over his bare chest. A deep slash sat on his right rib cage, dried blood decorating the perimeter of it. You rose, evaluating his face. A matching gash, slightly shorter in length sat on his left cheek bone. 

“Does anything else hurt?” you asked, reaching for a clean wash cloth. 

“my.. my leg” he whispered. You motioned for him to remove his pants as you squeezed the excess water out of the rag. He obeyed, leaving himself in only his boxers. Two more gashes sat on his right thigh and left calf. You turned your attention to Mark’s chest wound. Your hand shook as you delicately cleaned his wounds on his chest and legs. Mark quietly cursed himself. 

“I think this one is gonna hurt” you said, softly beginning to clean his face. He winced, hand reaching for your leg as he softly squeezed it. You carefully cleaned his lip, and wiped off any dust remaining on his face. 

“Take a shower, I’ll leave you some pajamas and make you some tea..” you said, walking out before he could respond. Gathering some of his belongings, you left them on the toilet seat as well as a clean towel. Collecting some first aid supplied, you made your way towards the kitchen, putting some water to boil on the kettle. Tears blurred your vision as you covered your mouth, trying to silence any sound that threatened to escape your lips. You reached into the cabinet, grabbing two mugs and two packs of chamomile tea. As you poured the water into the mugs, the sound of a chair being dragged across the tiled floor of your kitchen caused you to snap your head to the left. Mark sat back, eyes closed. You wiped your eyes, placing the tea on the table. You silently began putting medicine on his visible sounds. Silence filled the kitchen, and you cleared your throat. 

“how do you know how to do this?” he asked.

“My dad would come home beat up a lot... sometimes I would be up.. and didn’t wanna stress my mom so..” you said. He nodded, looking up at you.

“What happened?” you asked, taking a cotton swab with medicine to his cheek. 

“It was a set up, some goons paid our partners and they ambushed us.. everyone is okay, I dropped them off.. i got the worst of it” he said. 

“You could’ve been killed” you said, shaking your head.

“But I wasn’t” he replied. 

“But you could’ve Mark..” you replied. He looked up, taking in your current state. 

“I wasn’t gonna let myself die” he said. You laughed, shaking your head. 

“Mark you can’t control these things” you replied. 

“No but I can try.. I made a promise to you.. and to your dad” he said. 

“to my dad?” you asked. He nodded, motioning for you to sit.

“The night.. everything happened.. it was the night that we had that dinner.. where they told us we were gonna have to marry each other.. You stormed out. pissed off.. and we left.. When your father got shot.. he made me promise that I would take care of you.. And I promised that to him.. Then on our wedding day.. you made me promise to always come home.. no matter what.. before you woke in the morning.. and to always stay safe... because you didn’t wanna be left waiting the same way your mom was when your dad died.. I keep my promises y/n..” he said, softly taking your hand in his. Tears formed in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He protectively wrapped his arms around your waist, allowing your tears to fall on his shoulder. 

“please don’t do this again..” you whispered. 

“I’ll try..” he replied, softly running his hands through your hair. 

“Mark I was so scared... I thought-” you started, but he tightened his hold around you. 

“I know.. and I’m sorry.. I should’ve called.. or something.” he replied. You pulled away, eyes meeting his. He gave you a soft smile, hand coming up and cuffing your cheek. 

“I promise, I’ll always come home okay...” he softly said, eyes scanning yours. You nodded, eyes not leaving his. Silence fell between the two of you, the only sound coming from the birds outside, indicating that the sun was rising. You softly touched his lip, earning a shy smile from him. He leaned forwards, timidly placing his lips against your cheek. 

“thank you” he said, rubbing his nose on yours. You nodded, running your fingers through his hair. He pressed his cheek into your palm, causing you to smile.

“anytime” you replied. He leaned in, softly placing his lips against yours. You timidly kissed back, causing him to pull back in shock. 

“can we go to bed? please?” you asked. He nodded, walking you to your room door. 

“You’re more than welcome to join me” you said.

“it’s okay-” he started.

“I’ll feel better knowing you’re right next to me” you said, earning a smile from him.

“Well.. if it’s what you want.” he teased.

“it is.” you replied.

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