markieepoohh

[markieepoohh]

IM GOING TO SMOOCH HIS WHOLE FACE

[markieepoohh]

Gif Ask Meme: Who has the best smile in GOT7? 

Mark! (and his little teefies!!!)

[markieepoohh]

That episode though 😩����💗💗💗💗💗

then & now | jinyoung drabble

pairing: jinyoung x reader

genre: fluff

word count: idk 🙃

a/n: totally unedited and 100% inspired by that kiss from today’s wmlb. might make a part two with smut... 🤷‍♀️ sorry best friends to lovers is my absolute weakness and i can’t get enough!!

The first time he kissed you, you felt nothing.

But now, with Jinyoung’s lips pressed to yours in the quiet of Jackson’s apartment, you feel everything.

In his defense, the first time you kissed him, you were nine. Kissing boys wasn’t something you were interested in, but he’d been dared by one of his dumb friends. With absolutely no prelude or charm, he’d grabbed you by the shoulders and shoved his lips onto yours in the middle of the playground.

You had pushed him away, screeching and wiping at your lips as if he had given you a disease. Jinyoung felt so guilty he gave you the pudding cup from his packed lunch every day for the next year.

It’s the last thing on your mind now, as Jinyoung slides his fingers into your hair, his lips tenderly moving against yours. You’re both wrapped in the same blanket, bringing your bodies close and warm together.

After that first year, you’d begrudgingly become friends with Jinyoung and remained close throughout your high school years. When it came time for college, you had both coincidentally attended the same university.

He was one of your closest friends, but you quickly began to see him differently the more he grew into adulthood. The more confident he became, the more in love with him you fell.

Jinyoung pulls away from your lips, only an inch or two, and your eyes flutter open. He’s looking at you, enamored but slightly terrified.

“Do you think this is what Jackson had in mind when he asked us both to apartment-sit for him?” you whisper, your lips still tingling from the kiss.

Jinyoung smirks and smooths your hair from your forehead. “Absolutely.”

He’s so close you can smell his cologne, the same one you gifted him for his last birthday. You can see each perfectly long and curved eyelash as his eyes scan your features. With your hand on his chest, you can feel the heightened pace of his heart beneath your fingertips.

Jinyoung fills all of your senses, and you are in love with every inch of him.

You lean back in to kiss him again. It feels like you can never get enough now that you’ve had a taste, and you know there are questions you need to ask, things that need to be said, but for now, this is all you need.

[markieepoohh]

Do you have a favorite jinyoung outfit off the top of your head? And maybe for the rest of the boys as well? No need for gifts or pics tho just a random question lol I don't talk about these boys nearly as much as I'd like to

i can’t do this without pictures so i hope you don’t mind that i made a little selection klsdjljsk

jinyoung: i love him in casual outfits. i think he looks amazing in simple pieces like plain t-shirts or sweaters. i love when he dresses up his outfits by using black shoes, but i also adore it when he wears sneakers instead.

jaebeom: caps, leather jackets, hoodies/sweatshirts, jeans and sneakers. i don’t mind his baggy clothes but i like him more in outfits that show off his body proportions better. i also like that his simple outfits tend to have a “twist” (for lack of a better word) because he owns pieces which are pretty original, like his jeans for example.

jackson: with jackson i can’t choose between his comfy (but not over the top, i’m-endorsing-all-these-brands) outfits, and him in black pants and a shirt/nice top. i LOVE when he wears sunglasses, too. it’s like his face was make to model them.

bambam: i love love LOVE bam in black skinny jeans, dress shoes and a shirt... any kind of shit, preferably tucked in but i really don’t mind if it isn’t. bonus points if he’s wearing sunglasses.

youngjae: this is so specific but i love him in blue jeans and a black top, and he seems to do that a lot so i enjoy it haha. i like it when he goes all SUPREME BOY too.

mark: i love cozy mark in sweatpants the most, but i added the last pic because i couldn’t resist it. i guess what i’m trying to say is that my favorite looks on him are the comfy bf and the bf on a date.

yugyeom: gyeom in all black. is this a basic answer? probably, but i love that. black skinny jeans were made for him and if they’re ripped then that gets him bonus points.

i went overboard with this lol... i’d love to hear about your favorite outfits!!!!!!!

[markieepoohh]

why do I love this sOOOO MUCH 😩😍💚

college boy! jinyoung.

↳  college boy! jinyoung as a med student & traveler who multitasks between studying & keeping his girlfriend happy. →  social media profiles →  collab project with @defsenses​

a/n: sorry it took so long to update this project! we’ve both been busy with work & life. but we haven’t forgotten about it! hope you guys enjoy, & look forward to the rest to come!

⟶  fake text masterlist

jaebeom︱yugyeom︱jinyoung︱mark︱jackson︱youngjae︱bambam

[markieepoohh]

mark if you keep being this adorable i WILL ask you to be my boyfriend

[markieepoohh]

hyung line

[markieepoohh]

pet names || mark imagine

A/N: By popular demand and in celebration of our favorite #Marknae’s birthday, I present to you a continuation of Mark’s fake dating drabbles! Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Some swearing idk 

Please read you owe me and just for show before reading this.

Pretending to date Mark would be a lot easier if it wasn’t so hard to tell when he was acting and when he wasn’t.

——

Mark said a lot of stupid things, but this was probably the most stupid thing to come out of his mouth by far.

“Mark, you’re a grown ass man. Why would you need to pretend to date when you could just, I don’t know, go out and find someone you actually like?”

Keep reading

[markieepoohh]

I LOVE THESE BOYS WITH MY WHOLE HEART 😭

[markieepoohh]

jackson the scaredy cat ft mean jinyoung who just wants to make hearts

[markieepoohh]

“we want to inspire you beyond what you can get from a relationship between a celebrity and fan but as a person to person.” - jinyoung

[markieepoohh]

qq music interview

[markieepoohh]

got7 being an og crackhead on live broadcast never ending saga 😭😭😭 they are making the mcs choke

source: ddalche (twitter)

[markieepoohh]

Mark + Dye Comeback Stages

[markieepoohh]

jinyoung made an oopsie 🥺

[markieepoohh]

Please Don’t Leave

Challenge 09: Desolate Genre: Angst Character: Mark Plot: You sit alone, thinking about your relationship with Mark, wondering what went wrong. a/n - Guys I’m crying this one hit way too close to home ;-; [Masterlist] - You sat there at the empty kitchen table, wondering what had happened between then and now. When you first met Mark, you were just 18 years old, fresh out of high school. He was on the brink of turning 21. You were both freshly embarking on different turning points in your life—for you, it was college and for him, it was life beyond school—full-fledged adulthood. And while those around you disapproved of your jump into a relationship as soon as you started college, you knew Mark was good for you. He kept you grounded, kept your anxieties at bay, held your hand as you made small steps into adulthood. And you were the same for Mark—a reminder to keep a child’s heart while enduring the monotony that was the assistant accounting job he had taken up straight out of college. And while you were both nowhere near where you wanted to be in life, you were both happy. He would surprise you with homemade dinners at your dorm. They were mostly just grilled cheese sandwiches, but delicious nonetheless because they were made by him. You guys would have sleepovers at his apartment, watching the same old movies, and falling asleep before the ending every single time. And you would leave love notes all around his house so that when he was brushing his teeth, digging through his cabinets for a jar of honey, or just lying around in bed, he would be reminded that you loved him, he was the best, the most handsome, the only one for you. And later, he would repeat the same things into your ear as he sucked on the sensitive spot of your ear lobe, trailing kisses from your soft, whimpering lips, down to your pulsing neck, and then lower. It was under his gentle touch that you realized womanhood. You gave him your all and he held it carefully like the responsible assistant accountant that he was. Year 18 passed in a pink blur. Year 19 was just the same. Perhaps the fluttering butterflies in your stomach had settled, but his name rested on your tongue and every time you said it, you could taste the sweetness on your tongue. And when Mark spoke your name, you felt a calm in your chest. In his voice, that was where your name belonged. You guys were now each other’s comfort. Mark became your home. And so it just made sense to leave your dorm and move into his apartment. You were there almost every day anyways. Mark was ecstatic to have you there…have you home. Finally, the two of you could fall asleep in each other’s arms without having to stir awake in the middle of the night because you had to go back to your dorm. In fact, Mark was so excited to be sharing a home with you, he didn’t let you sleep at night for a few days straight. You didn’t mind though. You craved him as much as he craved you. Although he was the only one you had been with, you knew you could be with no one else but him. Mark stopped whispering sweet nothings in your ear each night, but from the warmth of his arms, holding you close, you knew he felt the same. And then year 20 came. You started an internship at a radio station near his work place. Every day during lunch, you both would meet halfway at the nearby park to eat lunch together. And when winter approached, the two of you would meet at the café across the park instead. You would tell him of all the new people you were meeting—the funny new friend you made, the scary Unnis that made you go for coffee runs, the time an idol group came into the station and you got a signed CD from them. And Mark would listen with a smile, and sometimes a scowl (depending on the gender of said idol group). And every single time, you would return the question, asking about his day, his boss, his co-workers. And every single time, Mark would shrug his shoulders. “The usual boring stuff, nothing special.” At first, you paid no attention to this, Mark had always been on the quiet side when it came to his job. Plus, you were having the internship of your life. You were too excited about your own adventures to hear the shift in Mark’s tone every time he shrugged his shoulders and avoided your inquiries. But then when you did notice the weight of his sighs and the tired bend of his shoulders like he was carrying the world, you were too caught up in your own work to stop and ask him. You were six months into the internship and if you did well, you would be guaranteed a position after graduating. But you had taken the internship as a mere last option because all the marketing internships were unavailable. You were so close to finishing college and debating whether a career in marketing was what you really wanted. The radio station was so fun. You were even dabbling in the idea of jumping to television. You’d stay up at 2AM, trying to finish a marketing research paper with a fresh cup of coffee in hand. And at 3AM you would be muffling your sobs in Mark’s hoodie you had on, trying to keep quiet so you wouldn’t wake Mark up in the next room. But at 4AM the crying wouldn’t stop and you would turn your paper in three days late. And every morning that this happened, Mark would look at your swollen eyes and leave for work as if nothing happened. Year 21, you dropped out of college even though you only had one semester left. You didn’t care though, you had a secure position at the radio station and everyone there loved you. It was your second home now. And then Mark quit his job without warning. The news only came to you a month after. And you would have been understanding if he had just told you honestly from the beginning. But when he finally did, you were furious. Yes, there was the lies but a month had passed and the rent was due. If he had just told you from the beginning, you could have worked overtime more often, you could have eaten out less, you could have done anything and everything would have been alright, except he didn’t. He kept his mouth shut as always, and so you shamelessly went to work the next day and begged your boss for an advance. After the incident, Mark stopped hanging around the apartment. You didn’t know where he was because he always answered your questions with silence. You eventually stopped asking, but every time he came back home you could smell the scent of cigarettes on him. And so now here you were, sitting at your kitchen table with a cold mug of tea in your hands as hot tears ran down your cheeks. Today was supposed to be the start of a fun road trip with Mark. You guys had planned it a year in advance and you had woken up early hoping there might still be a chance for it. But when Mark woke up two hours after you, he didn’t even say a thing before washing up and leaving the house again. Before you knew it, evening had approached. You used to love sunsets. It was your favorite time of the day. But today you hated the glow of orange light slipping across the room as the front door opened, revealing a pink-faced, unbalanced Mark. You trembled, feeling hot tears resurface to your eyes, blurring your vision of Mark as he stumbled across the room, not even noticing you as he crawled into bed. You wipe at your tears as you approach the inebriated Mark. Your chest felt heavy as you looked at Mark, mumbling to himself with his eyes closed. “Hey,” you whisper softly, pulling at his jacket. “Let’s get you changed first before you sleep.” Mark groans as you huff against him, pulling off layers of clothes until he’s down to his boxers. You look at his naked body as he sleeps soundly. When was the last time you two had made love? Or even shared a loving kiss? Tears threaten to fall again as you watch Mark turn away from you with a groan, not letting you put on another item of clothing. You give up with a sigh and grab the blanket, pulling it over his body. Shedding your own layers of clothes, you enter the bed with Mark. The tears slip against your will as you stare at his back facing you. You wrap your arms around him, trying to feel skin against skin. But he is colder than usual and you wonder if he had been drinking outside in the cold. You pull him closer, kissing his back every now and then the way he always loved it. His back used to be your shelter, the spine that kept you upright when your own couldn’t. When did his back become so small? Why weren’t you there for him like he always was for you? Soon you’re sobbing, holding onto the sleeping Mark and never wanting to let him go again. When Mark wakes up it is 3AM and he is questioning how he managed to strip out of his clothes and into bed after drinking so much. But then he feels your arm around him and he knows he has disappointed you again. With a sigh, he tries to get up, not even glancing at you because he knows your eyes will be swollen again. But as he rises, you grip him tighter. “Please don’t leave,” you mutter against his back, pushing yourself closer to his body. He hears you sniffling against his back and he knows you’re crying again. He sighs, it seems like the only thing he can do for you is make you cry. “Please don’t leave,” you repeat, this time, more firmly. Mark presses his hand over yours before lifting you hand off of him. Your heart sinks with disappointment but instead of leaving the bed silently, Mark turns around to face you. “I’m not going to leave,” he whispers back, staring into your eyes. You try to cover your swollen eyes, feeling the tears coming again. Mark takes your hand in his, moving it away from your eyes. He quietly leans in, kissing your swollen lids softly. “I’m sorry,” you mumble with an unsteady voice. Mark trembles at the sounds of your voice. He is reminded of the 18-year-old girl he had made cry with a surprise visit of grilled cheese on the stove—who had cried because she was so tired and college was harder than she thought and grilled cheese was her favorite kind of sandwich. Except this time there is no smile on your face. You just look sad and tired. “Please don’t cry, Y/N,” he whispers, caressing your cheek softly. And though you try to hold back, it’s the sound of his voice that brings hot tears falling from your eyes again. You missed the sound of his voice when he was saying your name. “I’m sorry,” you utter again, crying harder. “I should have been there for you. You’re having a hard time and I’m doing nothing for you.” Mark bites his lip, trying to hold back his own tears. He wants to tell you that he’s the one that’s sorry. He wants to tell you that he was having such a hard time but watching you grow and smile every day was the only thing that was keeping him going. He wants to tell you that you have grown into a beautiful, accomplished woman and that you could only get better from here. He wanted to tell you that you deserved a better man than him. But words were never his forte. So he watched you cry, too afraid to even pull you closer to him. You wipe at your tears, hiccupping as you try your best to hold in your sob. You look at Mark, trying to read his eyes. “I still love you,” you say, holding his hand tightly. “I’ve never stopped loving you.” You gulp with anxiety, unable to read Mark’s eyes. “Do you…still love me?” At the nervous tone in your voice, tears begin falling down Mark’s face. “Please don’t leave me,” you whisper, trembling, afraid that his tears mean something you don’t want to hear. And then you feel his lips on yours, kissing you feverishly, his hands on your back and pulling you even closer into his chest. You barely have time to catch your breath before he is kissing you again, his hands moving down the curve of your body. You moan softly into his kiss, missing the feeling of his hands on you. “I love you so much, Y/N,” Mark whispers into your ear. “I never stopped loving you either. I’m sorry I’ve made you so sad.” You shake your head, pulling him into another kiss. “It takes two to be in a relationship. I wasn’t trying enough for you either,” you whisper as your fingers grasp at his hair and his lips explore your neck. You moan again as he sucks on your neck, leaving a mark against your hungry skin. He groans at the sound of your moaning, staring deeply into your eyes. You smile, finding a look of love in his brown orbs. “I’ll never leave you, Hun, you’re the only one for me.”

[markieepoohh]

Gustatory Synesthesia

Challenge 03: Taste Genre: Fluff/ PG Character: Mark  Plot: You and Mark spend a lazy afternoon together as you try to explain gustatory synesthesia to him. [Masterlist] -  You sat on your bed, leaning against the bedframe as you reread your favorite romance novel while Mark laid beside you, scrolling through his phone. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and you and Mark had been in bed since the morning. You guys hadn’t even exchanged more than a “good morning” before doing your own thing. But glancing down at Mark who was curled up on his side like a cat, you knew you wouldn’t have wanted anything else but this. It was quiet, but it was comfortable. You sigh in content as you put your head down, admiring the smile on his face as he stared at something (probably the latest meme Bambam sent him). Putting your book to the side, you slide back down next to Mark, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked up at his phone screen curiously. He snuggled closer to you naturally, giving you a better view of his phone. Just as you had guessed, he was laughing at a meme Bambam had tweeted to him. He put his phone down and looked at you lovingly. “How was your book?” You smile. “Tasty.” Mark chuckled. “I still can’t wrap my head around this concept of yours.” You make a face, hitting his chest softly. “It’s not a concept, Mark! It’s a real thing.” He chuckled, nuzzling into your neck playfully. You forgive him easily. “Don’t you ever hear the word lemon and get that sour, tingling sensation on your tongue?”  Mark pulled away, resting his head on his propped up elbow to get a better view of your face. “Mhmm.”  “It’s like that except more intense.” “Even the nasty tastes?” Mark asked curiously. You nod your head sadly. “Unfortunately, yes.” He chuckled at your pouty lips. He wanted to just start kissing you from all your cuteness but he refrained himself. You guys had been dating for almost half a year now but he loved learning new things about you every day. “Sweat!” he exclaimed excitedly, laughing when you stuck your tongue out in disgust. “Urgh, salty,” you complain. “Hmm, youth!” You chuckle at this one. “Actually, I like this word. It tastes subtle, like raindrops.” Mark smiled down at you as you talked. He didn’t quite understand gustatory synesthesia still but to him, the sound of your voice tasted sweet. He could listen to you all day. “Then what’s your least favorite word to taste?” he asked. You tap at your chin thoughtfully. “Hmm…alone? Alone tastes…bitter.” He caressed your cheek softly, glad he was right beside you so you weren’t actually alone. “Then, your favorite word?” You smile shyly. “That’s a secret.” Mark pouted. He was even more curious now but decided to let it go. He figured you’d tell him eventually. There was no rush. “Then…what about your name, Y/N?” You make a face. “Meh, it tastes bland. Like cardboard!” Mark chuckles at this. You really had a way with words, especially when it came to putting yourself down. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, puling you closer. “Well to me, Y/N tastes like blueberry pancakes with whipped cream and maple syrup,” he licked his lips unconsciously, making you blush. “And Y/N, to me, tastes like sweet watermelons in the summer, and hot chocolate on winter nights, and fresh churros at carnivals.” You giggle shyly as his list went on and on. Only Mark could make your stomach flutter in this way with just his words. Mark chuckled, raising his eyebrows at you as if to ask, ‘should I keep going’? You reach up to touch his cheek tenderly. “Well, my favorite word is Mark.” He smiled. Your secret came out faster than he was expecting. “Oh yeah? And how does Mark taste?” You grin, urging his face closer to yours. “I can show you.” You lift your head up, filling the rest of the distance between your lips and his. You can feel his lips curving into a smile as you slowly released. Mark chuckled, his forehead against yours.  “I didn’t quite catch that. Can you explain again?”