mark always manages to make you smile, even when he’s breaking your heart and leaving you with nothing but a key
“i’ve fallen in love with someone else”
never, in a million years you would have expected mark, your boyfriend of 4 years, to say this to you. you had both loved each other, it was obvious. the words said between the both of you, the moments you shared.
“have you.. been cheating on me with them?”
mark shook his head and grabbed your hand. “i would never, i just wanted to tell you and end this before your heart was broken even more.”
this was always one of the many reasons you loved mark, he was so understanding and he wouldn’t dare hurt your feelings, he would protect you and would always immediately apologise if he did something wrong.
and you appreciated him so much more than you ever did in this moment, even if he was breaking your heart, leaving you. he was still trying not to hurt your feelings. you could never stay mad at this boy, for these reasons.
“i understand, thank you mark. i appreciate you, i hope you have a good relationship!”
mark pulled you into a hug and ruffled your hair, he smiled at you “thank you so much, seeya squirt” he kissed the top of your head and grabbed your hand, he placed his key to your apartment into it. then he walked out.
As Mark slid down the bed, he placed kisses everywhere. Your neck, your shoulder, your chest, your boobs, anywhere where skin was exposed he felt obligated to kiss there.
When he finally reached your heat, he just stared at it with pleading eyes, trying to figure out what move he should make next. He was truly sorry, and he was going to make sure you knew he meant it.
He licked an agonizingly slow stripe up to your clit, making you moan out loud. You quickly covered your mouth and Mark was quick to take our hand off of your mouth.
“Nuh-uh babe, I wanna hear how good I am at apologies,” he said winking at me.
He attacked my clit, sucking and licking everywhere making me moan even louder than before.
“Okay I forgive you- shit!” You moaned out loud as your high hit you like a brick wall.
Mark pulled away from you, smiling big as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
As I moved to get up from the bed to take a shower, mark pushed me back onto the bed. His dark eyes were filled with lust and he licked his lips, crawling back onto the bed.
“Nuh-uh, i’m not done apologizing yet....”
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~this ending sucked but hey im back after being MIA~
GOT7 Reacting To Their Loved One Falling Asleep On Their Shoulder While Watching A Movie
Mark:
He wouldn`t notice at first as he would be concetrated on the movie,but as soon as he turned his head to you to see if you`re watching the movie, he would see you sleeping.He would carefully lay your head down trying not to wake you up to get some blankets.After he returns with the blankets,he would gently place your head back on his shoulder.He would place blankets on you & try to make it as comfy as he can.
Jaebum:
He wouldn`t be sure what to do.He`d probably gently place you on his lap so you can sleep comfortably.He would whisper sweet things like “You`re so beautiful even when sleeping.” or “I love you.” and then he`d give you a sweet peck on the cheeks.
Jackson:
Jackson would be cute about it.When he realizes you`re sleeping with your head on his shoulder,he would become all squealy & he`d wake you up accidentally.He would start apologizing and giggling at the same time & he`d say things like “I`m so sorry but I can`t help it,you`re so cute.” He`d then embrace you in a tight hug,covering you with blankets. “Let`s sleep honey” is what he would say afterwards
Jinyoung:
He does not seem like a person who is into cuddling,but when he sees you snoring on his shoulder he would become a sofie.Afraid that you are not comfortable,he would place your head on his lap instead.He would gently go with his fingers through your hair & he would have a big grin on his face.
Youngjae:
He would cuddle with you all the way through the movie but when he glances at you and sees you sleeping he would want to cuddle even more.He would caress your hair and softly sing you lullabies until he himself falls asleep.
BamBam:
He likes to joke all the time & I think he would be like this too when he realizes you are sleeping on his shoulder.He would take his phone & use this precious moment to take few selfies while you are asleep. He would then turn his face to you & make weird facial expressions,giggling at himself.Then he would embrace you in for a tight hug & try to sleep too.
Yugyeom:
He would be a sweetheart.He would lay on a bed in a sloppy position when your head suddenly slides on his shoulder.As he was in a weird position & he was uncomfortable,he would gently lift your head up,trying to make it more comfortable both for you & him.He would lay on the bed with his whole body occupying it & then he would lay you on his body,resting your head next to his.He would put his hand around your stomach & with other hand being free he would cuddle your hair or belly ,gently.
I WAS BORED WHILE WE HAD HISTORY and I wrote this!! I like how it turned out! I want to state this is just how I personally see the boys & it may not be accurate! I also tried to find gifs that would go well~ It was my first time writing a Reaction,I hope you guys like it!
Imagine #3! No warnings on this one. I don’t know how I feel about it, but give it some love if you like it!
Imagine: You dated Mark before he was a Youtuber and he is inspiration for all of your writing.
Inspired by this vine: https://vine.co/v/iHFqBBpnuKe
It was old fashioned, and you understood that. You knew “youtube” and “vlogging” was the best way to get yourself out there in this way, but you liked your blog. You’ve been writing since you were young, and it’s what you’ve always wanted to do. You had hits on nearly everything you wrote, and you even had a book published.
Everything you wrote somehow ended up being about a certain someone you used to know. You went to high school and college together, and dated until he dropped out. He told you everything would be okay, and you would make it work. Then, he was gone forever.
Now he was just a man on a screen. It was painful to watch him play games and be happy, but you were glad he was living his life for him. As much as you tried to avoid the cliche of never getting over your lover from the younger years, it made great writing material. Did you miss him? Of course. He was your first everything. He opened doors for you that had been locked for longer than you even knew.
Nearly everything you wrote was about him. You spent hours perfecting one line about his gorgeous chocolate eyes, and how they squinted when he smiled. How gorgeous his smile was, and the laugh that erupted from his chest and forced you to give your own laugh. You would write about the black locks, and how he would always be running his strong hands through it when he was stressed. You’d write about the jawline that brushed by yours when you were in bed at night.
You would write about the hot summer nights you spent in his backyard in high school, or the shady frat houses you ended up in during college. You would write about the way you always posed in Charlie’s Angels poses for pictures. You would write about the days you spent hours in a car together, driving nowhere in particular but just trying to get away together. About the plans you made to move to another country and start a reggae band for money. About the song “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls was “your song,” and no one would get in between that. About how much he said “cool,” and how much you poked fun at him for it.
You would write about the feeling of his hands lazily running up and down your sides while watching a movie. The thrill of his lips trailing down your body. The soft circles he ran on your back when he held you. The look of pain and regret on his face when he accidentally hurt you. About the excitement being young and in love felt.
You wrote about it all. The fucks, the fuck ups, all of it. Because he was the exciting part of your life. Spending time with him meant more than moving to the big city by yourself. It meant more than graduating college. You didn’t need him, you didn’t want him, but you’d be lying through your teeth if you said you didn’t miss him sometimes.
Pushing your chair back, you sighed and wiped some sweat off of your brow. It was a late night of writing and you spent hours on this piece. When you clicked off of your story’s document, you noticed a small little orange notification in the corner of your blog’s site. This wasn’t unnatural, for fans messaged you a lot, but it was mostly spam. Yawning, you clicked on the box.
You were shocked when all that the message contained was a link to the song “Wannabe,” with the caption “did you start the reggae band without me already?”
Time for Imagine #1! I’m going to put it below the line for a few reasons:
1) I don’t want to clog up the tag
2) There’s no smut or anything, but there’s some innuendos that might make some people uncomfortable? Better safe then sorry
3)I know the whole “daddy” thing is taboo in this community, but just to be clear I’m not supporting or not supporting it myself, it was just an idea I had that required using the kink as a punchline. If it makes you uncomfortable, don’t read it. But, like I said, there’s no smut.
Imagine: You’re having a FWB situation with Mark, who is your brother’s best friend.
Y/N (Your name)
Y/B/N (Your brother’s name)
Inspired by 1:15 of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWg3ixJ85IQ
You thought it was nothing. He thought it was nothing. Everything was fine because it meant nothing. He was just a guy. A really hot guy, but just a guy. A guy you saw rather often considering you hated him. You didn’t have a choice for seeing him, so why not enjoy it.
It was just sex. It meant nothing to either of you, so it was fine.
Until he ended up in your bed rather than the couch in the basement.
Your eyes widened when you turned in bed and hit a hard stomach, which you hadn’t remembered being there before. You immediately shot up and slapped his bare chest, praying he wouldn’t be too loud when he reacted. To your surprise, he just turned to the side. You rolled your eyes and slapped him again, this time yell whispering a “Mark. Get the fuck up right now.” You didn’t sound as forceful as you had meant to, and that made you more angry. He groaned when you slapped him again and started shaking him.
Finally, he turned around and opened his eyes. Then he gave your disheveled form a glance and smirked. “Hmm, I could get used to looking at that more often.”
“Mark, you need to get up now.”
“Oh, someone’s feisty this morning. You know daddy likes that.” He grabbed you and pulled you onto him. Your knees were on either side of his hips, and you were definitely not imagining the hardness underneath you. “C’mere gorgeous.” He beckoned, running his hand through your hair and leaning to kiss you.
It took all of your strength to resist his offers, especially with his low morning voice. But, you managed to break free and start putting a T-shirt and pants on before throwing his clothes from the previous night back at him. He had a pout on his face when you did so. “What’s the deal?”
“You were supposed to leave last night, or at least crash in the basement. But instead you’re in my bed, and Y/B/N is probably going to be home soon.” When you said this, Mark took a half of a second observing his surroundings before confirming that you were right. His recently lustful eyes glossed over in panic, and he got up quickly to change.
Once the two of you looked like you hadn’t been fucking for hours on end last night, you attempted to tiptoe down the hallway. You saw no trace of your brother, so you decided to have Mark slowly follow you downstairs.
Your brother was a little overprotective. He sensed that Mark had flirted with you, and he saw it. He must have brushed it off because you’d roll your eyes or give some snarky comment back. He somehow never saw the sexual tension that lurked between the hateful banter.
You both made it to the kitchen, the worry that previously haunted both of you finally going away. He got a little more touchy once you were safe, and you finally turned around and glared at him. He only gave that low chuckle that drew you into your brother’s best friend in the first place. When you turned back around, he smacked your ass and smirked, then shrugged his shoulders and looked around as if someone else had done it.
You slumped onto the couch and let out a heavy sigh, feeling relief of not being caught wash over you. Mark grabbed some cereal and a bowl, as he did most mornings at your house. Once the TV was on, you put your feet on the table. Your brother came in and announced happily that he was home. You gave a wave of acknowledgement and Mark nodded, walking into your legs to try to make you move them. You rolled your eyes and moved them as slow as you could.
“Alright, there’s no need for you to move this slowly.” Mark whined, plopping instead on the chair behind him.
“Leave her alone, Mark.” Your brother sternly warned, dropping his bag off by the stairs and sitting next to you. He gave you a slight side hug and flipped through the channels.
“How was the over-the-top 24 hour concert you’d been so excited for?” You asked your brother. He began to chatter excitedly about the concert he spent the night at, and finally it felt normal. The three of you laughed and talked normally for a few minutes until Mark spoke up.
“You didn’t do any drugs or anything right? I heard that’s what people do at those EDM things.” He was probably joking, but your brother misinterpreted the sarcasm entirely and rolled his eyes. Mark smiled at that, probably because you and your brother are similar in that way.
“No, dad, I didn’t do any drugs. Why don’t you lecture your other kids?” Your brother laughed, and so did you. It was short lived for you, as you saw the glint of an evil idea clink in Mark’s eyes.
“Alright, then. Y/N, get back to your bedroom for a punishment.”
The moment it came out of his mouth you felt your face and the tips of your ears go entirely red. You watched the smirk on Mark’s face, then saw the confusion in your brother’s. You put your head down as he switched his eyesight between you and him quickly. He then muttered a “What?” And prompted for explanation.
You shot a glare at Mark, and he laughed, getting up as fast as he could and heading towards the door.
“Mark, what did you just say?” Your brother’s voice was shaking in anger, and you knew what was coming next.
Prepared to run from your brother, Mark yelled at the top of his lungs “I’m not yet a father, but your sister calls me daddy!”
