preference ; mark tuan

warningschubby!reader, got7 all have children, reader has a child, reader is a bit insecure about their weight, mark has a crush, mark being a great father figure, fluff, bad date, and intense flirting at the end

genrefluff, suggestive, bfs2ls

word count1.5k

inspiration N/A

synopsisin which mark admits his attraction to you

you released a heavy sigh, your best friends all overflowing on your couch. “i’ve babysat all of your children. can’t you all do this one favor for me? the only one who has babysat melanie is jinyoung”

jinyoung nodded according to your statement. five of them chorused in groans and whines. “we all have plans tonight. spare us?” jackson pleaded, gripping youngjae’s hand.

you glared at him, “well i have plans too and it’s more important than regular, old partying. now,” you pulled out your secret weapon. signaling your daughter to come over from your loveseat.

melanie giddily stood by your side and the guys visibly cringed. they didn’t want to upset melanie and that’s exactly why she’s your secret weapon.

you tapped her full head of curls and pointed at the group in front of you both. smirking as they quivered and held onto each other for dear life. “pick who you want to babysit you bub”

melanie narrowed her eyes and tapped her chin. inquisitively eyeing her contestants, filling them with fright. her feet eventually moved towards east.

yugyeom pretended to pass out and the group collectively broke in laughter. but he wasn’t even her pick. melanie stopped at mark’s knees who clearly didn’t even know what was going on.

he placed his phone to the side and picked up the child, placing her on his lap.

“mark, do you even know what’s going on?” jackson stared at him in disbelief. mark pulled out his headphones, “huh?”

“looks like you have to babysit mel for the night, mark” you said. snickering when the other six let out sighs of relief.

“oh. okay” mark shrugged, smiling down at melanie.

“why did we have this whole dramatic scene if mark was willing to do it in the first place?” bambam exclaimed in shock.

you shrugged, “you’re all free to leave”

“so, i have to babysit because you’re going on a date?” mark questioned from your left, watching you struggle to keep up your towel and hold a dress at the same time.

“exactly” you said, handing the dress you had chosen to mark while you fixed your towel and grabbed the heels from by your closet door.

mark held the dress by it’s metal hanger and glanced into the dress section of your closet. spotting a dress that would look even more impressive on your frame. “i think that wine dress looks better” mark commented.

you looked at the dress he was referencing to and nodded. “i agree but it’s a bit tighter on me. wouldn’t want to turn him away with my chub” you laughed. but mark furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“you’re going to catfish him?” his eyes followed you as you walked over to dresser to fish out some fitting intimates.

“i wouldn’t call it— anyway, it’s probably not going to work out anyway so who cares” you shrugged.

mark nodded. “but if that’s the case just wear the dress”

you sighed and spared your persistent friend a glance to know that he had won. “fine”

“i’m ready!” mark heard while sliding another glove onto melanie’s arm. he stood up and grabbed her hand. “mommy’s ready”

“do i look like a princess uncle mark?” melanie questioned while they turned the corner from her room and into the main hallway.

“you look like a true princess, mel—” mark was saying until he saw you at the end of the hallway. he felt his heartbeat pick up and his palms get sweaty.

“ooooo! look at my little princess” you cooed at your daughter who raced to your side.

mark was at a loss for words. that dress fit you in all the right places. “so do you, ___” mark blurted whatever was on his mind. and that was that you belonged in somebody’s fairytale obviously.

you inhaled sharply and felt heat take over your cheeks. “thank you mark”

you grabbed melanie’s hand and mark hurried to fall suit behind the two you. “how’s junior?” you exited that detour of being flustered. remembering that mark is one of your best friend’s, not your date tonight.

“a pain in my— ahhhh—” mark realized who was also in the hallway with him.

melanie snorted, “you can curse, uncle mark. mommy does it all the time” she nonchalantly snitched on you, her mother.

mark looked at you in surprise. you all entered your kitchen and you turned around with an awkward smile.

“uhhh— force of habit?”

“right” mark chuckled. “i’ll make melanie some dinner”

“thank you” you sighed and sat at the island with your daughter.

“you’re not leaving right now?”

you shook your head, “the date is at seven. it’s only six—thirty, i don’t want to be too early”

mark shook his head. “does it really matter?”

“time is everything, mark. but i’ll leave right now i guess” you gathered your necessities and slid from the stool.

you placed a loving kiss to the crown of melanie’s head. “i’ll be back in a couple hours, lovebug. behave for uncle mark, okay?”

“of course, mommy” she smiled.

mark closed the oven which held dinosaur nuggets inside and followed you to the front door. he pulled you into a tight hug.

“have fun, okay? if this guy makes you feel bad i’ll beat him up” he quipped playfully. you giggled but nodded your head nonetheless.

mark pulled away but held your shoulders protectively. “and if there’s any trouble, call me”

“i promise, mark”

mark stared at the bourbon in his glass. having done everything he was required to do tonight. the last task was taken care of a whopping ten minutes ago. melanie was passed out in her tiana dress but she insisted to keep it on and mark wasn’t arguing with someone else’s child so he just let her sleep in it.

he grabbed the glass and took another sip. his mind unwinding a little bit more. but that soon vanished when he heard the front door open. the sound of heels and keys letting him know that it was just you.

you strolled into the kitchen with a stoic look on your face.

“oh, hey— was it not good?” mark began to greet you but then he saw your facial expression and frowned.

you huffed and sat on the stool closest to him on the right. eyeing his glass. “sucked ass”.

mark sighed, “elaborate”

“at first, it was fine. but then when i actually started to flirt he said he wasn’t into big women” you reached out for his glass and mark just let you have it with no hassle.

you downed what was left and placed it back on the island. “story of my fucking life”.

mark took the glass and refilled it. “you went on a date with a boy,” he gulped half of it. sliding the rest to you.

“a man would be able to appreciate a woman of your size” you began to chug what was left but choked when hearing the end of his sentence.

you stared at your friend with narrowed eyes. studying his words over and over again.

“what?” mark inquired.

“or maybe he just draws the line at fat” you replied.

mark shook his head. “you’re not fat, this is not fat” mark puts a hand on your stomach.

you looked down at his hand then back up at him. placing the glass in front of you. “then what is it?” you tested.

“love” he answered.

on cue, you became a flustered mess and threw your head back in laughter. “you’re so Goddamn cheesy”

mark gripped your love through your dress gently, “seriously, ___, there’s people who really love what you have to offer”

you snorted. “and they probably just have a fat fetish” you grumbled.

mark hummed and removed his hand from you, “or it’s a preference for their girl to have a bit of meat on their bones”

“let me ask, are you one of them?” you tilted your head. confused a bit to why mark was capping hard for your size.

“would it bother you if i was?” mark fired back boldly.

you bit your lip and glossed your eyes over him. meeting his eyes after, “hmm, i don’t know”

“why?” mark did the exact same thing.

“because, and i might be taking this the wrong way, but i’m catching a vibe that you just prefer me” you mumbled. scared if he was going to flat out reject you right now.

but to your surprise, “you’re taking it the right way then” mark said.

“are we flirting right now?” you thought out loud.

“is it working?” mark raised his eyebrows.

“very much” you licked your lips and straightened your posture.

“then yes, yes we are”

“would you like to stay the night?” you suggested.

“if it means i can show you how much i adore your ‘love’ and everything after then yes” that was it, that was the final straw. you slid from the stool and held out your hand for mark to take.

“you’re in luck, tuan”

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/???

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-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.

Cake (Mark Tuan Drabble)

Pairing:Mark Tuan x gn!Reader

Word Count: 212

Genre:Fluff

Summary:Mark just really likes cake, don’t blame him

Warnings:None

In the middle of cooking lunch, you hear rustling from behind you. You weren’t too interested in looking; it was probably Mark trying to find a snack before you finish eating. But the rustling doesn’t stop, and you’re curious. You turn around, and see your husband putting a mug into the microwave and the box of your baking ingredients out.

“Mark? What are you making? Lunch is almost ready.” Mark turns to look at you sheepishly like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Mug cake. I found a recipe.” You raise and eyebrow and the corner of your mouth twitches.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have a great time having cake for lunch.” Mark almost immediately whines, walking around the kitchen island and pulling you toward him with his grubby, batter-y hands. “Yah, get off me, I’m cooking on the stove.”

“(Y/N), my love, the light of my life,” he whines, drawing out each syllable, “my honey-bunches, the Juliet to my Romeo-”

“Juliet killed herself.”

“Semantics. But my love, I’m sorry, please let e eat,” he pleads with a twinkle in his eyes.

You roll your eyes, pushing him away with the butt of your wooden spoon. “Love you too, dork. Don’t whine to me when your stomach hurts.”