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the purest hug ever ♥♥ Haechannie’s never ending love for Mark♥♥

Brother Mark Might Include

Originally posted by starryiplier

(( gif not mine - s a s s ))

HAVING MARK AS A BIG BROTHER MIGHT MEAN:

  • he’s protective af
  • try and tell me otherwise
  • literal overprotective stereotype was based off him
  • will fight any and all boyfriends/girlfriends to the death
  • he doesn’t care what is and isn’t legal
  • will help you with homework
  • borderline does it for you
  • you convince him you don’t need help
  • “Oh my little munchkin is so smart!”
  • HUGS
  • constantly
  • proud af to introduce you to Tyler, Ethan, Felix etc.
  • always plays video games with you
  • let’s you win
  • insists on giving you piggyback rides
  • will most always have an arm around your shoulders
  • offers to have you live with him
  • you are a big part of helping him with his channel
  • “(Y/n), that’s dangerous, no-”
  • “Too late…”
  • “Oh, you idiot.”
  • you can cry to him
  • he will just pat your head and listen
  • Jack and you team up on him
  • “Here comes the tickle monster~!”
  • you are his protection squad
  • being his rock
  • making sure he’s healthy and is getting sleep
  • Ethan and you get babied 24/7 omf
coffee shop!au haechan

Originally posted by nctinfo


a/n: jai here!!!here’s an example of what i write <33 aljhjhhefh this was quickly written ok but i enjoyed writing it so ^^ also if u wanna request something, my inbox is open!!<3

  • -the sweetest and most handsome barista :“((
  • -honestly you’d have a crush on him the moment u saw him in the coffee shop he made ur heart srsly go!!!!
  • -he’s so nice to everyone and it’s just ??wow bless??
  • -and when he’s brewing coffee, u can always hear him humming to a song and u think it’s so cute!!
  • -donghyuck’s pretty famous w the older regulars bc they think he’s such a sweet boy!!
  • -"ah donghyuck looking handsome again ^^” - one of the older ladies
  • -sometimes parents come in w their kids too
  • -and then u see him interacting w the kids and it’s just so adorable!!
  • -he’s always got sweets with him and it’s just,,,heart attack.
  • -and when he’s on break, he loves to play w the kids and the kids all jump on his back
  • -most of the time he pretends to be the big bad dragon
  • -but sometimes the smol ones tell him to be the handsome prince and honestly it’s just :“)))
  • -first time meeting him tho
  • -u probably discovered the coffee shop bc of a friend who recommended u to go there since most of the time it’s a chil place to study
  • -so ofc u checked out the place and bam!!heart attack!!u saw the handsome tanned barista standing there and u were honestly about to faint!!
  • -the moment he saw u walk in he immediately smiled at u and trust me u almost fainted bc of it
  • -when he took ur order he tried to make a small talk w u bc u kno he kind of thought ur pretty cute and it doesnt hurt to talk a bit
  • -ngl michael jackson was probably playing in the bg and ofc he asked u if u like michael jackson which led to u both talking about ur fave artists
  • -he kept smiling through the whole convo and srsly his smile left u blushing
  • -everytime he came to ur table to refill ur cup he talked a little bit w u
  • -asking u what ur studying and sometimes even helping u w some things!!
  • -except for science bc he hates science
  • -ljefhjgh he helps u w anything else tho when u need help
  • -you both probs became best friends damn
  • -he likes to tease u sm 
  • -w teasing i mean randomly poking u when ur v focused on studying
  • -or pinching ur cheeks saying u look cute
  • -aljhfrhg he’s trying to make it so obvious that he likes u in more than just a friends way but u still won’t notice!!notice him already!!
  • -ofc it makes him quite :( bc he thinks that maybe u just dont like him in that way which is y u dont do anything
  • -but he gathers up all his courage and he’s like "donghyuck lee,ur gonna tell her how u feel instead of sulking like this”
  • -akflehg but then he realises
  • -damn,, how am i gonna do this
  • -so ofc he goes to his best friend/big brother mark
  • -and he’s like “bro,,i like someone,,but u kno i like them in that way,,but idk how to tell them,,,”
  • -mark just pats donghyuck’s head and he’s like “lemme help u out”
  • -mark helps donghyuck w finding a way to confess to u and donghyuck’s a bit nervous but ofc u cant rlly see it
  • -askhzefuhgr dude his confession is so cheesy tho, i mean mark helped him what do u expect
  • -as usual,u just walked into the coffee shop and greeted donghyuck w a smile and he smiled back at u duh
  • -so donghyuck made ur coffee as usual
  • -this time tho!!
  • -he bought a piece of ur fave cake too
  • -which u didn’t order but he still gave it to u??
  • -so he comes up to ur table w ur coffee and ur fave cake and ur like “donghyuck i didnt order cake??”
  • -and he’s like “i know ^^”
  • -ofc ur quite confused but ??ok then hyuck??
  • -as usual, music was playing in the bg
  • -alhfeufhjf donghyuck was acting strangely quiet tho and he was kind of staring at u and when u catched him staring he immediately looked away
  • -ya ur pretty much confused af
  • -mind u it was v early in the morning, so there was pretty much no one in the coffee shop but u two
  • -u decided to ask him what’s wrong and he just replied w “nothing~” and he smiles shyly at u so it made u even Extra Confused
  • -so ur sipping on ur cup of coffee and eyeing him when suddenly ‘love never felt so good’ by michael jackson started playing in the bg
  • -and hyuck was singing along ofc :“))
  • -at some point tho he suddenly gets up and he pulls u by ur hand w him and he’s like "let’s dance~”
  • -u end up dancing w him through the coffee shop w him singing along and it’s just so zlhjfhleu
  • -ur both v giggly and ur basically just both laughing at ur silliness
  • -even after ur little dance party tho, he kept staring at u and so u asked him “what’re u looking at”
  • -slowly, he wrapped his arms around ur waist and leaned a bit closer
  • -not too close, but close enough to leave u kind of blushing
  • -he pokes ur cheek when u blush and he mumbles “be mine?”
  • -donghyuck’s a blushing mess too ok, he’s usually not like this but he is rn bc he’s so scared you’ll say no
  • -akfhjrghr it left u quite shocked to see hyuck being like this
  • -after u got over the shock, u pulled him in for a hug and said “yes” and he’s so relieved dude he hugs u back so tightly
  • -when u pull away from the hug, he suddenly asks “,,can i kiss u?” and ur like uhm ok yes sure haha bc ‘oh damn he’s gonna kiss me o shit efljrjhgjr’
  • -this boi tho 
  • -he leans in v slowly and rite when u were about to close ur eyes, he kisses ur nose quickly
  • -hE WASN’T READY TO KISS U ON THE LIPS YET OK
  • -akfjhrh which made u whine a bit bc u rlly thought he was gonna kiss u but ofc if he’s not ready, he’s not ready so u didn’t rlly mind
  • -he just chuckles and told u to go back to studying, since ppl started coming in now
  • -w a bit of a pout u sat back down, but it’s ok bc now u have a wonderful bf aka lee donghyuck who will take good care of u <3
  • -u better take good care of him too
  • -or else
  • - :)
6

“Hey Y/N! Could you take this picture for us?” I sighed, looking over at them. I plastered on a fake smile and nodded. I watched my brothers throw their arms over Jo and Ellen, drawing them into an embrace of sorts. Even Cas stood next to them.
“I need something to remember your sorry asses by” I laughed, a short, obviously fake sound, but nobody noticed. Nobody ever noticed. I watched them laugh together, one joke making them throw their heads back in laughter. Once they finally composed themselves, I snapped the picture, handing the camera back to Bobby.
“Thanks Kid. Can you get us some beers?” I went to the kitchen silently, grabbing the beers before heading back to the living room. Everyone was talking and laughing, about past hunts and stories I’d never heard, hunts I’d never been on. It was that moment, that split second that I realized, they never needed me. They were a family, and I was just another mouth to feed. I was only the half sister they barely knew. I’d only been in their lives for a few months, but it never felt like that. It felt like I was invisible to them. They always said they were too busy for me, but they were constantly making time to see Jo and Ellen, head to bars and pick up girls, leaving me to either find another room for the night or sleep in the impala. I shook my head, trying to make excuses for it, like I had most of the last ten months. I put the of beers on the table, not even receiving a thank you. I scoffed, smirking to myself as one traitorous tear ran down my face. I wiped it away and left the room, heading upstairs to my room. What the hell was I doing in a place I wasn’t wanted? I wasn’t even thinking about it, but I was suddenly packing my bag, scrolling through my phone to find the contact I was looking for. Mark Sloan had been an old friend of my older sister before she died. When the Winchesters showed up, he gave me his number and orders to call him if I needed too. I dialed the number, holding the phone up to my ear.
“Mark Sloan speaking.”
“Mark? Its Y/N. I need help.”

anonymous asked:

Ethan feeling super depressed and generally hating himself and he's having bad thoughts but doesn't want to be a burden to anyone so he keeps it in and Mark drags him out of the office and after a bit convinces him to talk about it and Eth tells Mark it's not as bad as it was and tells him he wanted to die before and Mark becomes Ethan's main method for support and Mark doesn't tell anyone anything Eth tells him bc it's personal and he's basicly the best big brother and lots of hugs 🎶

Yess! Also he becomes really protective after that so when Ty makes fun of Eth Mark will defend him super seriously and Tyler is just like “yeah–it was just a joke–I mean–sorry Ethan” and Mark invites Ethan to hang out a lot more often and makes him dumplings a lot because Ethan loves them? Ethan catches on and tells Mark he doesn’t need to baby him or anything but Mark acts like he has no idea what Ethan is talking about and insists they play another round of Mario Kart (which Ethan wins again because Mark maybe is losing on purpose but he’s good at covering it up)

Jealous Much, Dude? (Jackson x Reader)

I am about to vomit I am so excited. My love for Jackson Wang transcends all boundaries, truly our love is an enigma in itself. But in all seriousness, I love this boy so much because he is a light of happiness in its purest form, bless him. I am so happy how this one turned out as well because I’ve been wanting to write GOT7 scenarios for soooo long. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I loved writing it. Rest in pieces igot7 who follow me.

P.S. Beware: After reading this you will realize how much of a kink I have for Jackson saying baby girl and dirty talk. /douses computer in holy water/

Originally posted by tenthousandmilesforwhat

They say the best things always come in threes. At least sometimes. Definitely not all the time. Especially when it came to the three of you. Things could get complicated. Fast.

Joined at the hip, with you in the middle, Jackson and Mark had been your closest friends since day one. You couldn’t even recall the day you met them because since that day, it’d all been a blur of hormones, stolen glances, ‘friendly’ thigh touches, long, drawn out hugs, and 'casual’ kisses. You’d promised yourself when you were younger that you wouldn’t ever think of being with either of them, they were your best friends, your brothers. No dating, no banging; it would ruin what you already had with them.

Boy, just because you say it doesn’t mean you mean it.

If you were you and Mark was Mark, quiet, sweet, and thoughtful; Jackson was Jackson. No words were capable of properly describing him, he was an enigma of doubled over laughs, bright smiles that crinkled his eyes, and the purest soul you’d ever encountered. 

He’d always been touchy-feely, but there always seemed to be a difference in the way he’d hug other people versus you. He’d hold on longer, treating you like you were porcelain and he could break you with the slightest touch. You had secretly relished the feeling of his lips against your skin when he buried his head into the crook of your neck. Something as simple as that sent heat pooling between your legs and you were sure he noticed every single time. Even the way he’d lean in to whisper something to you, his hair brushing your forehead intimately, his soft voice causing happy chills, and the way he would only make eye contact for a second before looking away and biting his lip made your heart flutter.

You’d always been a late bloomer, puberty coming later for you than anyone had predicted. Basically, your growth spurt began to fuck with his life as you grew curvier and filled out.

Jackson then began to seem uncomfortable being with you alone and overly protective when you hung out with other people, especially boys and you immediately thought he was only thinking of you as his sister. Even Mark, who you looked up to as a brother and was Jackson’s best friend was no exception. He wanted to shield you from all the dangers of the world; the only piece that didn’t fit was his strange behavior around you. Some days he was all touches and flirting, the next he was blunt and quiet, very uncharacteristic of him.

Mark probably talked some sense into him, being the eldest and most mature of the trio. Maybe he smacked him around a little for acting ridiculous and being even more dramatic than he usually was, but eventually he did confess to you. 

“Just tell her you like her, Jackson,” Mark groaned, completely worn out from his friend’s anxiety. “_____ isn’t going to wait for you forever. You and I both know that, so get your ass in gear and confess.”

You’d never seen Jackson so nervous before in all the time you’d known him. He was always so confident and levelheaded, always knew the right thing to say, that smooth lady killer vibe. With you, he completely lost all sense of direction and couldn’t even complete one sentence before he just kissed you. It was a typical Jackson move, no matter how well spoken he was, he’d always been able to express more with actions rather than words. You didn’t know what to do at first, all you’d ever known had been completely changed by a kiss from your best friend. What were you going to do now? How was your friendship ever going to survive? What about Mark? What would he even think of his best friends dating?

A million questions were before you, but the only one you really cared about was the searing kiss from the boy who you’d thought you knew everything about. And the only answer that mattered at that moment was when you kissed Jackson back, your arms around his neck as he practically bounced with joy and kissed you with even more enthusiasm. Of course you’d said yes. You’d be a fool to deny yourself love from someone who’d always loved you and been with you. 

So you found yourself fingers tightly interlocked with one of your best friends, the other one sitting calmly to your other side barely flinching at each jump scare. You practically were about to vomit into the popcorn you were so anxious. This is why you told Jackson and Mark you didn’t want to see the new critically acclaimed horror movie everyone was talking about, because it stressed you out. They taunted you and picked at you, until you said yes. But the real motivation for going was that you could cower into Jackson’s strong arms as many times as you wanted and he could hold your hand the whole time. That was the only plus side to this thing.

Jackson leaned over to you, his eyes smiling in the dim lighting as he whispered, “You okay? Remember, you can always cuddle with me to make the ghosts go away _____." 

He wiggled his eyebrows causing you giggle and swat at him playfully, "Are you sure? I know I can’t see because it’s dark, but I think all my fingers are purple.”
He immediately released your hand from his strong grip, looking sheepish as he breathed out, “Sorry.”

You were about to snatch his hand up again, when he leaned deliciously close to your ear. You shivered, feeling his lips brush against the cusp, barely hanging on as he whispered, “Gotta pee.”

You wanted to smack him upside the head, but also laugh until you cried. You almost would have down both had the stern look Mark was giving you made you quiet down. Jackson flashed his winning smile before silently slipping away down the stairs of the big theater and out the door. You watched his broad back disappear around the corner, the theater suddenly becoming more eerie every second he was gone. 

The movie was approaching its climax, the ghosts and demons haunting the poor family’s farm house making even more frequent appearances, which meant more jump scares. You sidled closer and closer to Mark, desperate to cling onto anything. He sensed your distress and calmly put a comforting arm around your shoulders, rubbing your arm soothingly. You buried your head into his shirt, plugging your ears with your fingers as another scream ripped through the speakers of the theater. 

You heard Mark from above whisper, “It’s okay ______, it’s a movie. I won’t let anything get you, okay? You’re fine.”

You felt your heart beat lower significantly and you relaxed into Mark’s arms, feeling much calmer. You could even hear his own heart beat through his thin shirt, steady and soothing. You’d always been jealous of Mark’s nonchalant and cool personality. But what you admired was his selflessness and how much he cared for those around him. He picked up on the mood better than anyone you knew and was always there for you when you were in a tight spot. Mark really was the big brother you had never had and you really appreciated his friendship.

The entire theater suddenly shook from a loud noise from the movie and caused you to practically rip Mark’s shirt off his smooth chest, “Jesus _____,” he cried softly as he grabbed you by the shoulders when you practically jumped into his lap out of fear.

“Jesus _____, is right,” a voice whispered, dangerously quiet, above the gasps from the other people. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Mark?”

You turned to see Jackson looking absolutely furious, having returned from the bathroom and standing despite the angry comments from those viewing the movie. You were confused by his anger, “Jackson what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? Just look at yourself first of all,” he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

You realized the compromising position you and Mark were in, limbs tangles, your hands stretching his shirt out, his arm around your shoulders, your head buried into the crook of his neck. You gulped, instantly entangling yourself from your other friend, “Jackson-”

Mark interjected quickly, “Jackson, it’s not what you think at all. _____ got scared, so I was trying to help her and I’m not even sure how it ended like that, but it did.” Even Mark looked nervous now, “I know it looks bad, but all good intentions, I promise. You know I respect your relationship with _____. She’s like a sister to me, you know that.”

Jackson was having none of it, he had always been so stubborn, “Yeah well, if touching her like that is your definition of respect, then I’m afraid you need to check yourself again.” He grabbed your hand, his face full of jealousy as he wrenched you from your seat and led you out of the theater through the nearest red exit sign.

You found yourself in the side ally of the popular downtown theater, graffiti decorating the faded red brick. It was early spring and a chill still held in the air. You shivered, regretting when you had taken off your sweater in the theater. You wrapped your arms around yourself to grasp for the little warmth they offered you.

You whirled around at Jackson, seething, “Jackson that was a real dick move back there. Mark-”

Jackson crushed his lips to yours, cutting of your sentence. He possessively cupped your face, drawing you closer to him so that your chests brushed against one another, “Don’t you dare say his name again.”

You rose from the kiss, dazed as your lips throbbed with need for him again. You snapped back into reality, “Jackson Wang, you are being ridiculous. I can say the name of our best friend as many times as I want.”

Jackson’s dark eyes were glinting darkly as he growled, “Go ahead. I dare you. We’ll see what happens when you do.”

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw the raw jealousy bubbling below his handsome features. You’d never seen him so upset before nor this possessive. It pissed you off and aroused you to see him acting this protective of you, “Alright then. Mark, Mark, Mark-”

You felt the wind in your lungs escape with a whoosh as Jackson caged you against the alley wall. His hands bruised your hips as he attached his lips to your sensitive neck. You choked out a moan that mixed with a sob, letting your hands travel up his back and settle in his hair. You’d already given up fighting him, you were his for the taking and all you wanted was for him to take what was his.

He kissed a line up your jaw before roughly dragging your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper. He released your hips and pressed his hands against the wall behind you, his body away from your touch. He whispered breathily against your lips, “Who’s name were you going to say again?”

You felt frustrated tears pooling in your eyes. How easily he could make you want him; you whispered achingly, “Yours.”

He lifted a finger and traced from your temple, down your cheek and neck, before tracing round the curve of your breast, “Who’s name?”

You practically shook, the only thing keeping you steady was the cold brick behind you. The tears slipped down your cheek as you moaned, “Yours.

Jackson visibly shivered from your response, his hands coming up to brush the tear falling on your cheek. A hard glint still held in his eyes although his body had relaxed. Your knees knocked together as he looked you up and down, his lashes brushing against his cheeks as he pulled you close to him, his arms winding around you protectively. You buried yourself into his hard chest, savoring his scent and touch as his warm, calloused hands slipped under your shirt and his thumbs drew hypnotic circles on your hips.

He kissed you languidly, a smirk drawing on his lips, his eyes like shadows, “What’s my name? Say my name, ______.”

You pressed yourself against his hips, feeling his half hard member against your stomach, “Jackson.” You needed him desperately, he’d left you in such a state that you didn’t care if people on the busy city street could see him fucking your brains out, you needed him now.

You gasped when he slipped his hand down to rub at your jean clad center, the rough material stimulating your clit. You bucked against his hand and he let you, a smirk on his face, “That’s right baby girl. I’m the one making you feel this way, no one else. Isn’t that right?”

You grabbed onto his shoulders to get leverage when he wedged a thick thigh between your legs, allowing you to ride his leg. Your voice shook as you buried your face deeper into his shirt, “Y-yes. Fuck.

He backed up against the alley wall, his hands grabbing at your ass as he lifted you up until your feet barely brushed the ground. Jackson bit his lip painfully hard as he squeezed your ass with each thrust you gave, “Fuck, baby. Do you wanna ride my dick like this too?”

You could barely choke out an answer, the pleasure of your tight skinny jeans rubbing you was almost too much. He grabbed your hips and forced you to slow down, a smile on his lips as he saw how desperate you were for release, “Come on baby girl, you can’t already be that close.”

You let out a strangled growl, thrashing in his grasp, “Jackson Wang if you don’t let me fucking come-

He hushed you, still grinning at your furious behavior, "Don’t worry baby, there will be plenty of fucking and coming, soon enough.” He carefully set you down on the ground again, making a show of taking his belt off. Each clink it made set you on edge and if you weren’t scared of him suddenly not going through with it, you would have ripped all his clothes of already. 

As soon as he finished, you raked your nails over his toned stomach, feeling each solid indention of his abs. He was so incredibly god-like and sexy you could hardly stand it. You moaned, not caring that you were inflating his ego. He knew you couldn’t resist anything about him, particularly his voice and body, and you weren’t afraid to admit that. As long as you got a reward that is. He smiled brilliantly, nibbling on his bottom lip as you kissed his chest through his shirt, “Oh baby girl, I so wish we were at home right now.”

Any morals and standards you had previously were now gone. You peppered his neck with open mouthed kisses and sucks, “Who cares? You can fuck me anywhere Jackson.”

He laughed, but it was lusty as he replied, “Don’t tempt me ______.”

You were getting impatient, so you reached down and felt for Jackson’s zipper. The wetness in between your legs had literally soaked through your jeans by now, you needed him so bad it hurt. You groaned, palming him through his briefs, “Baby please.”

Jackson smirked, his voice husky, “Of course, anything for you.” He added as an afterthought, his hands running up your sides, “But you asked for it.” He pressed you against the wall in the shadowy alley, blocking out everything but him.

You hurriedly unbuttoned your own jeans, sliding them down your legs faster than you’d ever done before. You went to pull your panties down, but Jackson stopped your hands, “Don’t. You know how much I love ripping them off your body, baby girl.”

You shivered, nodding as he grabbed the sides of your panties and tore them off your body, making easy work of the dainty material. You gasped, as Jackson pushed you against the wall, his hard member already pressing against your dripping folds. He growled, a wolfish grin spreading across his features as he watched your squirm, “Oh baby girl, people from three blocks away are going to know that I’m fucking you up against a wall.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging at the hair at the back of his neck impatiently, “Jackson, please!”

He smiled almost sweetly and it looked like normal Jackson’s, but it was laced with desire and possessiveness. He thrust so hard into you that your head knocked against the brick wall painfully from the sheer force, but you honestly didn’t care and he didn’t either. With each snap of his hips, obscene noises escaped your lips and he wasn’t concerned with quieting you down, “That’s right baby, let them know who’s fucking you.”

He was bouncing you so hard on his dick, that you were afraid you would bite your tongue if you spoke. The only word you could choke out was his name, “Jackson!”

Jackson’s eyes were locked on your face, watching your changing expressions with lust. He raked his hands up and down your sides, tearing his fingertips across your hot skin, “Fuck, baby girl. Uh! Just like that!”

You couldn’t stand the sound of his voice praising you, it sent delicious feelings straight to your abused womanhood. You bucked your hips into his, savoring the smack of skin against skin. You were so aroused from fucking into his thigh earlier that you were already close to coming. 

“Jackson,” you moaned, “I’m so fucking close!”

Jackson groaned, his dick twitching as he grew close too, “Who’s fucking you right now?” He slowed down, making you practically wail in frustration. “Say my fucking name, _____.”

You beat your fists against his chest in frustration, raking your nails down his shirt, and bucking into him furiously. You hated and loved the way he made you beg for it, it was sweet torture. You happily gave in, moaning his name desperately, “Jackson!…

He bit his lip and sped his pace up, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. Each snap of his hips felt like one step closer and closer to your release. His moans after each time he plunged into you were so sinful, you’re sure that if you would be blushing if you could. Jackson reached down and managed to rub your clit, the feeling just enough to send you over the edge. Your release hit you harder than you could remember, your legs shaking from the amount of pleasure that coursed through you. You walls suddenly clenched surprisingly tightly around his member and he gave a growl as he came inside you suddenly, “Holy fuck, _____!" 

The both of you rode out your highs, grins plastered on your faces as you winded down. Jackson slumped against you, pinning you with his body to the wall as he held you close. He kissed your cheek sweetly, a content smile on his slightly bruised lips, "That was amazing.”

You still didn’t understand how he snapped from this Jackson, to that Jackson. It was like a light switch, but you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. You ran your fingers through his hair, straightening it from its disheveled appearance, “I love you, Jackson.”

He looked surprised, but it was just a slight widening of his warm brown eyes and shy smile that you realized it was wonder instead. He whispered back softly, every word spoken like they were only meant for you, “I love you too, _____. You’re everything." 

He sounded so innocent that you giggled as he placed you gently back on the ground, retrieving the sad remains of your panties and jeans. Jackson sheepishly handed you your underwear, "Sorry, they’re uh…”

You held the ruined piece of cloth up to the dim lighting before tossing them in the nearest trash can, “Worth it.” You slipped on your jeans and Jackson laughed loudly, tightening his belt without looking. He loved to see the way you looked and moved after having sex with him. The gingerly way you pulled your pants up over your sore hips, the way you look so satisfied and content. He loved it more than he cared to admit.

“Hey, babe? I think we should go find Mark, so you can apologize to him,” you  gave him a stern look, to which he replied with a pitiful pout.

The two of you waited the rest of the movie in the lobby, already feeling guilty. Mark must have figured out what the two of you had been doing already and it made you blush red. Jackson stood up suddenly when a crowd of people flooded into the lobby, “There he is.”

You stood too, immediately finding Mark among the people. To your surprise he looked completely unperturbed when he saw the two of you and headed straight your way.

Jackson took a deep breath and began, “Look man, I know you know-”

Mark sighed, passing a hand over his face in fatigue, “Save it dude. I really don’t care anymore as long as you’re not mad at me. I totally get it and can understand why you were mad.”

Jackson visibly relaxed, slinging an arm around Mark, “This is why you’re my favorite.” You pouted playfully, nudging your way in between them, to which they welcomed you, resting their arms around your shoulders. 

Mark looked down at you cheekily, winking, “Oh. I thought I’d just mention to you that I’m pretty sure everyone in the movie theater knows Jackson’s name now. You done good, _____.”

You blushed, but laughed goodnaturedly, “Someone’s gotta tell them.” You weren’t at all ashamed, in fact, you were a little proud to say the least. 

Jackson nuzzled into your neck, kissing you gently, “Maybe next time they can learn your name, babe. If ya know what I mean,” he grinned, biting his lip and giving you an exaggerated once over. 

You elbowed him in the side, smiling, “Only if you’re a good boy.”

MASTERLIST

Most of my posts are probably queued so dont expect this to be up to date with everything d: I will reblog this everytime I add something new!


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Last updated: 27/4 - 17

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A journal entry from Rachel Joy Scott to her “Big brother” Mark B. on how he saved her from suicide. There is a video of Mark reading the journal on his Facebook page.

“Dear Mark, Thank you so much, you didn’t need to write me back, that painting said it all. All I needed was for someone to share my pain. Someone to feel my heart hurt. You did something most people wouldn’t do. You helped me carry the burdens of others. I stayed home from school today. I was going to kill myself. I was going to bring my car into the garage, close the door and let the motor run. I got as far as the driveway and then I turned off the car. I was going to live for just one more day so I can say goodbye to you. I got there and when we started praise and worship I lifted my hands and closed my eyes because I wanted you to think I was ok so that when I died you wouldn’t blame yourself. Then Mike told that story and I lost it. Finally, I was on the alter crying harder than I ever have before and Lori Johnson was holding me. I repented and made a decision to live. I feel so fulfilled. There is a God and I’m going to serve Him for the rest of my life. Mike was right. Something happened. God showed me, saved me from suicide. He did it through Mike, through Lori and through you. Your love gave me reason to live just for one more day. And His love meaning God’s gave me reason to live for one more life. But that’s not the end. I’m working at Subway again and  I’ve been smoking pot and cigarettes. I went and on my way home I broke every cigarette I had. I told the guy,Branden, when I was working that I gave my life back to God and that I’m clean. Then I told him he should do the same. He said maybe. This is the day of redemption revelation. I will never be the same again. Thank you Mark, thank you so much. I love you. Rachel Joy.” - Rachel Joy Scott.     

You reptile!

Something that has irked me since TLD (just one something specifically because lord that was a good episode and I have SO many questions)

When John, Mrs H and Mycroft and his men found that disc Mrs H sent everyone away but Mycroft stayed followed by Mrs H iconic line ‘Get out you reptile’.
This whole thing hurts - Mycroft didn’t leave, not because he wasn’t compassionate to the problem but because the problem affected Sherlock.
Yes the message was for John and if the scenario was different he would have been out of there like a shot - sentiment and all that!
BUT because this video message was left FOR Sherlock and Sherlock has now gone bat snap crazy, he stayed assuming he’d need to hear this too, for Sherlock. To save Sherlock.
And Mrs H just assumes he’s a heartless dick and flings him out, insulting him along the way.

I just…

Mycroft keeps justifying his actions with 'I’d do this even if he wasn’t my brother’ and 'he’s a security risk if he isn’t monitored’ but we all know he doesn’t care this deeply or personally about anyone else.

My heart 💔

Everyones got their bad days kiddo

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

(Mark x sister! reader)

Summary: Your Mark’s little sister (maybe 14-19 yrs old) having a little rough patch in your work mark makes sure you feel better

@justwritingscibbles

You sighed while having your head in your hands. You were at your breaking point, you felt like everything you were trying to do wasn’t coming out well at all. You had been working on this for so long and it just wasn’t going good you made little to no progress. It was overwhelming and you were feeling like a failure. Deciding to take a break you left your work at your desk and decided to go downstairs. You trudged down each step walking into the living room seeing your big brother Mark. You plopped faced down on the couch next to him and groaned. Mark raised an eyebrow looking at your faced down figure “what’s wrong bug?” he questioned you mumbled a muffled response “huh?”, “I said, I’m, a failure ugh” “kiddo you ain’t a failure don't say stuff like that” he spoke.“ I can’t do this anymore” you sighed “aw come on sweetheart you’re so talented” he said looking at you with a sad smile “I don’t know I’m just frustrated” you answered still not looking at him “it’s okay kiddo, let’s just relax k?” he started hugging you but your frown remained. “Hey, there ain’t gonna be no frowns while you’re with me okay?” when you didn’t stop he started to tickle your sides jumping on top of you. You were very ticklish and Mark knew this. “Ah STOP!” I surrender!“ “Stop!!” he was giggling like crazy, you gathered enough strength to push him off laughing as he fell down on his ass with a frown. “how dare you push your big bro (Y/N)” “whatever markimoo” “don’t sass me little girl” “oooh I’m so scared” you fake mock. He stands “you should be” coming over to you he picks you up throwing you over his shoulder. “Ah let go of me you big moron” “whatever you say sweetheart” he fakes dropping you, making you hold on to his body to not fall. “It seems like you like this (Y/N), you don’t seem to want to get off”. You huff in annoyance “I hate you” you grumble “shut up you love me” he replies. He throws you down onto the couch kissing the top of your head he smiles. “So ice cream? He asks “ice cream” you reply. You two sat on the couch ranting and talking while enjoying your ice cream. This is why you loved your big brother he always was there for you, keeping you safe, and happy. “Hey, marki” “yeah bug” “I love you” he smiled “love you to bug.”