#got7 au
alright so we stumbled across this idea while derping to eachother and it actually sounded really fun so let me know if you guys would read this or not so i know if i should write it!
- so you’re basically a ghost because you’ve been killed by got7’s rudeness
- yup you’re actually /dead/
- you woke up one day and your soul just left your body because they were just too much to handle
- especially bambam these days wtf
- not chill dude
- so you decide to take revenge duh who do these little shits think they are?
- you’re invisible
- but you can touch living people and objects in the real world
- you’re still invisible
- IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES
- okay but first you need to go to the ghost realm
- there are rules okay
- lol jk
- do whatever the fuck you want you’re a ghost
- Yoongi greets you at the gates because he’s heaven’s receptionist
- ‘welcome to AfterLife™, what can i do for you?’
- ‘uhm idk maybe explain wtf happened to me?’
- *sigh* ‘another dead fangirl? Shit they keep coming out of nowhere. Come with me.’
- Yoongi takes you with him on a tour through the ghost realm and teaches you the ways of haunting
- like what to do and what not to do
- ofcourse you can do whatever you want but just don’t be a lame ghost okay
- ‘writing messages on the wall with blood is so cliché’
- ‘keep knocking shit off of shelves and throw things across the room though that shit’s classic’
- ‘doesn’t matter really humans shit themselves at the smallest things’
- You spend some time together and he becomes your best ghost friend
- until you meet another ghost fangirl
- she’s also killed by got7
- you seeee where i’m goiiiing?
- ofcourse you do
- payback time bitch
- let’s mess with these boys
- have a little fun with them
- pull their pants down at random moments
- ‘Who the fuck pulled down my pants??’
- ‘Wait you too?? so it wasn’t you?!’
- imagine their faces
- priceless
- BamBam and Jackson share a room right
- ‘Bam stop fucking around with the lights already! It’s not fucking funny!’
- And then BamBam just comes into the room after getting a glass of water
- also ghost blowjobs
- alot of them
- you’re sucking their dick in the morning and they can feel it but they can’t see anyone lol
- they don’t stop you though those rude ass pervs
- you just generally make them confused af and they start going crazy bc wtf is going on?!
- it’s gonna be a hella funny, wild ride guys
- like just watch the video of them getting startled by a prank just do it
- they’re such big babies
- the other members of bts will appear as well at some point
there’s so much more though but here is some brainstorming! let me know what you think about it :)
-Admin E.
aaaand here’s a second part after one and a half year…. Hopefully I’ll update this au a lot more when I’ll be done with commissions!
heeeyyy does anyone remember got7 coffee shop au? This particular sketch takes place in this au, tho it’s not in a shop itself >3<
Also this drawings were done like a year and a half ago…posting them now cause I finished the other part of this comic(?) n I’ll upload it in the next post!
So, I’m basically going to be doing a GOT7 Harry Potter Au…sort of. It’s going to be a moodboard series. And each moodboard will come with its own…storyish…thing…attached with it. As this is a Markson blog it will obviously be a Markson centered fic, but the other members will be there too.
The first seven post will consist of each member and their Hogwarts profile. Sorting, wand, patronus, blah blah. You get it. I have Mark just about finished so that’ll be up relatively soon. In the meantime, if you have any requests for other stories, moodboards, fics, drabbles, scenarios, reactions, WHATEVER that involves Mark, Jackson, or both just let me know and I’ll do that as well.
Thanks guys! (:
CLOSER
“getting closer, i’ll win you over”
Mark does everything in his power to find his soulmate, but all that could be taken away when an unlikely enemy from his past returns to ruin it.
genre; AU (superpowers), fluff, angst,
pairing: mark x reader x jaebum
word count: 1286
part 4/???
-ADMIN TERI
Mark was at a loss for words, this felt like a true miracle. He had brought his soulmate, you, to him from across the world, and it turns out that you aren’t that different from him. You’re powerful, literally and figuratively. He couldn’t get enough.
“Soulmate?” You asked, backing up slightly. “Don’t get me wrong, I really like you, but… Soulmate?” Mark was a good guy, but he seemed awful sure that you were his soulmate.
“Look, you know about my telekinesis, so you might as well know about this too.” He took a deep breath. He hoped it wouldn’t change the way you felt about him. He opened his mouth to speak - nothing. He said nothing. Mark took a deep breath and tried to speak again, but he just couldn’t seem to get the words out. “I just, have really strong feelings for you is all. Just a wild guess, heh.”
So, he lied. But it was for the best, he didn’t want to scare you off by calling you his soulmate after knowing you for less than 72 hours. It was better this way. He wanted to fall in love with you for real, Mark wanted the feelings to be true. He wanted to experience the exact moment he fell in love with you.
You smiled, you knew that Mark was already aware of how you felt about him. You held your hand out for Mark to grab. “Follow me,” You led him to the locked door off the kitchen.
It was a room encased completely in metal. It was where you were going to practice with the pyrokinesis. It was a power that skipped a generation in your family, you got it from your grandmother. She had a room just like this in her old home, it was where she would teach you to control the heat and it was the only place you were allowed to use it.
After closing the door, you flipped a switch, turning on vents so that the room didn’t get too hot. “Watch,” You instructed.
You closed your eyes, not thinking about how Mark was watching you. You never did well using the fire around anyone else, unless it was your grandmother. Mark was different though, he actually had a power. He wasn’t going to judge you.
You took a deep breath and focused hard. As you did so, the room then became enflamed. You opened your eyes to observe the work you’d done. It had been a while since you’d use the fire. You had it mostly under control, it had been months since the last time you used it. However, in certain situations, you couldn’t help the heat your body produced.
“Whoa,” Mark looked around the room, not the slightest bit freaked out - only amazed. He looked over everything at least three times. You really were perfect, he thought to himself. It was downright amazing. “No one told you not to use your powers? This had to take years of practice.”
“What do you mean?” You tilted your head slightly, putting out half the fires around the room just by thinking about it. “Just my grandma, but she taught me to control them rather than conceal it.”
“No institution?”
You shook your head instead of answering, hoping Mark would elaborate further.
“You’re lucky,” He half chuckled, thinking about how awful it was here when he was at the institution. “It was kind of like torture, I won’t lie. Not trying to be dramatic, but fuck, it was pretty damn bad. That’s where I met Jaebum.” Mark immediately shut his mouth, his eyes widening at the secret he just told, one which wasn’t his to tell. Despite how much Jaebum had screwed him over, he still couldn’t bring himself to deliberately hurt Jaebum.
“Jaebum’s like us too?” You looked at the ground, the rest of the fires then going out. “He didn’t tell me anything..”
“No-” Mark didn’t know how to fix this. “His brother. His brother can, uh, read minds. Jaebum was just there a lot. That’s how I know him.” He had to find a way to change the subject. Get it off Jaebum, he was the last person Mark wanted you to think about. “Come here,”
Mark had noticed a door to a balcony, and he grabbed your hand, slowly interlocking his fingers with yours. He walked you outside, standing right in front of you. He moved his other hand just slightly, the leaves around the both of you slowly levitating to twirl around you.
You moved your head to look at every individual leaf. “Mark, this is beautiful…” You then looked down to see that his hand was still locked in yours.
You stepped in closer, touching Mark’s shoulder. You leaned in until your lips were barely touching. “I don’t know what it is between us, but I think you feel it too. Am I right?” And he did, Mark felt it too. He might have even felt it more than you did. He broke the space between you two, connecting your lips.
“Does that answer your question?”
Over the next few weeks, you started hanging out with Mark more and more. There was no label as to what you were to each other, so you figured it out on your own.
All you knew was that you were important to each other. You got to know Mark better and that’s all you could really ask for. He was a good person, and he was nice to you.
You’d met the remainder of Mark’s friends, most of them had a unique power just as Mark did. You’d learned that they’d all went to the same institution as kids, however, every time Jaebum would come up, Mark would change the subject.
You needed answers from Jaebum himself, since no one else was giving them to you.
You invited Jaebum over to your apartment. You confronted him head on. “Do you have a power?” You started, biting your bottom lip, afraid you’d overstepped a line. “I know about Mark and the rest of them. I’m like them. I need to know about you. I’m so curious.”
Jaebum smirked softly, and took a deep breath. “I do.” He stepped closer to you, and for some reason, you didn’t mind one bit. You liked being around Jaebum. You may have just realized this, but you enjoyed Jaebum’s presence almost as much as Mark’s. Maybe even more. “I read minds. And I can see that you’re thinking of me right now.”
Damn, how did he know? You thought to yourself. You stopped, however, when you realized that he could still read your mind, you cleared your head. Tried, at least.
“And I can tell that you’re thinking about what it would be like to kiss me. Right now.” Jaebum had inched closer as he spoke, and he was only centimeters from your face. “Am I getting it right?”
You nodded, every thought you had about Mark previously being completely wiped out.
“Stop me if I’m getting it wrong, okay?” He leaned forward, his forehead touching yours before his lips touched yours. His lips were soft, you thought to yourself.
He slipped his tongue into your mouth smoothly, placing one hand on your hip and the other to the side of your neck, cradling your head as he did so. He kept kissing you and you kept kissing him back, although you weren’t completely sure why. Jaebum was just so inviting and you were dying to know more, to feel more.
“I think I love you. Do you love me?”
You nodded.
“Do you love Mark?”
You shook your head. Jaebum smiled; he got exactly what he wanted.
Pairing:Park Jinyoung x female reader
Genre:fluff / friends to lovers
Warnings:none
Word count: 1905
A set of arms slipped around Jinyoung’s sides, making his eyes widen as he looked down to watch hands link together over his waist. He blinked, registering the warmth of the body connected to said arms now snuggling into his back, a nose pressing into the nape of his neck, nuzzling softly.
This had to be a dream.
“I just need a moment,” a mumble came from somewhere embedded in his shoulder blade, and yet he knew it was your voice that accompanied your hands around him now.
This suddenly was a delicious dream. One he didn’t want to ever wake up from.
“How long is a moment?” he asked, attempting and failing to sound teasing in his question. His voice sounded hoarse, too strained. Jinyoung was relieved that at least his body had lost its rigidness immediately, relaxing into your hold on him. He tried to look back outside at the birthday party you both had been invited to, but he was struggling to stop his senses from slipping to you.
You tightened your grip. “Well, it’s longer than a minute.”
“Is that so?”
“Mhmmm,” you hummed, turning your head, so your cheek rested against his back. “A moment is rather immeasurable at times.”
“And you need this moment to remain immeasurable?”
“Perhaps.”
“Any particular reason that you need this moment pressed into my back, Y/N?”
You sighed. Or maybe you breathed him in. He couldn’t quite tell. Jinyoung felt giddy, on the edge of something big. Something life-changing. He just hoped that when he took the fall, you remained beside him for it.
Or at least, still nestled into his back in comfort.
“Well, don’t tell the birthday boy, but between you both, your back looks more inviting than Mark’s.”
Jinyoung’s mood dampened. He didn’t want to be a better option. He wanted to be the only one you’d turn to.
“Huh,” he said, hoping his disappointment wasn’t as tangible as it felt. “Guess the gym has helped with that.”
“Maybe I should join the gym,” you commented mindlessly, and Jinyoung clamped his eyes shut, trying to stop the flashes of you working out from cementing into his brain. He couldn’t let the idea exist for more than a second. Otherwise, he’d be convincing you to join, and no doubt getting injured by being completely distracted whenever he saw you.
“Why?”
“So you can return the back hug favour!”
“Do you need a good, strong back for such a hug?” he mused, and you squeezed his middle a little.
“I don’t have a flimsy one.”
“Let me see,” he asked, whirling around in your embrace, stopping when your gaze collided with his. His eyes widened a second time, a thumb coming up to caress the now dried skin under your red eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“This doesn’t look like nothing to me.” He gestured with his free hand to your expression, the evidence of previous tears. Your hold remained firm around his middle. You weren’t ready to let go, that much was certain. “Tell me what happened.”
“I’m going home,” you whispered, and Jinyoung frowned. When he didn’t verbally reply, you let your focus fall to the arm he had placed around you, encouraging you to stay with him. “I don’t think I’m cut out for the city, you know? Well, maybe you don’t know because you’ve lived here a whole lot longer than me and I—”
“You and I both know that’s not true. You love the city, Y/N,” he cut in, trying to hide the ugly panic swirling in his chest. He didn’t want this to turn into a nightmare. Not when the dream of having you this close had felt so good.
You barked out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. I guess the city doesn’t like me then. I lost my job. You know, the one I was really excited to get a few months ago? I can’t believe that I ever was. And to be fair, I didn’t lose it on my own merit. Rather, I just couldn’t deal with Dean’s constant undermining of me anymore. I went to HR about his misconduct, and guess who the company sided with?”
“They chose him,” he answered darkly, his hand fisting the back of your shirt, so he didn’t fly off and use it elsewhere. Preferably in your ex-colleague’s face.
“Without that job, I can’t afford the city,” you whispered. “I have some savings, but not a lot, and my rent has increased, as has the price of living. So, I rang my Mum earlier and asked if I could move home. Of course, she said yes, she’s my Mum. But I feel like I failed.”
Jinyoung pulled you into him then, your head tucked in against his chest as he cradled you in comfort. He hated the disappointment in your eyes, the way you felt like you had done something wrong. The world was being cruel to one of the few people he knew that was honest, hard-working, and too selfless for their own good. He wanted to scoop you up and protect you forever, but he knew that you were far too stubborn to rely on him for anything more than this hug.
And yet…
“Move in with me,” he announced, and your head shot up from his chest, your eyes round with his statement. He nodded once, determined that he could change this play of fate. That he could keep you here a little longer. He didn’t want you to leave. Not now. Not when he was so close to soaring with the feelings he held within his chest.
But his feelings took a nosedive when you started to laugh.
“Are you serious?!” you chortled, your lips spreading into a smile laced with amusement. “You and me, living together?”
“I can’t see why it’s such a laughable option,” he mumbled, and you grinned before resting your forehead against his chest.
“We’d kill each other. I’m chaotic, whilst you have everything in your house organised and in a set routine.”
“My house has more than one bedroom. You can leave your room as messy as it suits you so long as you leave the door shut.”
“We don’t even like the same foods half the time.”
“So we’ll make compromises and cook for ourselves where necessary.”
You lifted your head but darted your gaze away before he could catch it. “I still can’t live with you.”
“Why not now? I lived in a dorm with six other guys when I was in college. If I can survive that, then—”
“I couldn’t cope seeing you bring home other women,” you said softly, barely louder than a whisper. “Instead of me.”
Had he heard you right? Dazed, Jinyoung thought over the sentence, trying to ensure he hadn’t just conjured the words out of your mouth to please his desire for you.
You took the lapse of focus to your advantage, slipping away from his embrace, the sudden coldness to his body alerting him of you running away. He managed to reach you before you got to the door, his arms now sliding around your waist, tugging you back into him. You stiffened momentarily.
“What are you doing?”
“I need a moment,” he stated gruffly, securing his grip around you. “A really long one.”
“How long is that?” you wondered quietly, the air surrounding you both now charged.
This was the moment he stepped off the edge, praying that you fell with him.
“So long that it lasts forever.”
“Jinyoung—”
“You don’t have to worry about any women coming over. Not when you’re there. Not when I have you.”
He felt your deep inhale and waited for you to release it, to say something. Anything.
“You have me?” you echoed, and Jinyoung buried his face into the side of your neck, pursing his lips into the soft skin just below your ear.
He didn’t answer verbally, allowing his body holding you to voice what it had wanted to for so long. How right you felt in his arms. How eager he had been to go from being a friend of a friend to one of your closest friends. How many nights he had spent in your company like tonight and found it impossible not to touch you, even if he had to tease you to get the chance.
If there was anyone he’d fall for, it was you.
“You have me,” you said once more, without the question in your tone. Turning around, you looked at him, eyes full of wonder. Sparkling with hope and unspoken confessions. “You’ve always had me.”
“I have?” Jinyoung asked, swallowing slowly. “Why plan to leave me then?”
“I didn’t want to believe that I was lucky enough to have you,” you told him, reaching up to cup his jaw in your hand. “It felt too much like a dream.”
“We’re awake right now. There’s no need to dream it when we can have it.”
You couldn’t bite back a snort. Jinyoung groaned loudly when you slapped a hand onto his chest, shaking with laughter. Eventually, you looked up at him. “That was so cheesy.”
“It sounded better in my head,” he lamented, sighing heavily.
“I don’t want to leave you or the city,” you stated once sober from your amusement, the hand still on his chest now scorching through his shirt. “You promise you won’t kick me out until I find a new job, at least?”
“Why am I kicking you out? Did you not connect my words? I always want you in my life, Y/N.”
You beamed at him but then twisted your lips. “I mean, I want that too, but I also know that sometimes I can really grate on your nerves. And your nagging is…”
“Is what?” he ventured when it was clear you weren’t prepared to finish the sentence.
Your lips twitched. “Brutal.”
“You know what’s brutal?” he asked, scooping you up in his arms again, trapping both your hands against his chest. “Having to hear you consider leaving me. You owe me for the heartache I just endured.”
“It’s not like I inflicted it without reason, Park Jinyoung!”
“You owe me,” he insisted, and you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah?”
He nodded, tapping a finger to his cheek. “Kiss it better.”
“Your heart isn’t up there, you idiot,” you said before ducking your head and placing a kiss over his chest. Jinyoung stilled, his grip on you loosening. He started to fall over the ledge you had sent him off, his heart rate kicking up a notch.
But you didn’t let him fall alone too far, your hands sliding up to cup his face, angling it and pressing your lips to his softly. Before he could respond, you pulled away. “There. Better?”
“Not even close,” he murmured before capturing your mouth in his, deepening the kiss by parting your mouth. You didn’t hesitate to meet his demands, the hunger he felt was pouring out of you too. His hands tangled in your hair, holding you to him, ensuring that you knew how much he wanted you, cherished you before he lifted away to take in steadying breaths.
You were stunned momentarily before you smiled. “I’m really glad I didn’t go and get a back hug from Mark now. I doubt it would have ended like this.”
Jinyoung choked on his own amusement. “For many reasons, I’m glad you didn’t either.”
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