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Guess who was able to write today for the first time in weeks!

So I’m gonna post the Mark vampire fic this weekend!

I will probably post an Aura update next week!

Worked on Wolf Boys and Pray quite a bit too!

Synopsis: After a long century the war is finally over. In the midst of a fragile new peace your father, diplomat to the Tianqing Province of the Earth Kingdom breaks your arranged marriage with the Water Tribe in favor of one to the Fire Nation. Your betrothed is a bender, son of the famous General Tuan. Others see this union as a means to ensure harmony and order, but you do not trust that the Fire Nation will ever change. Will your new fiancé prove this, or convince you otherwise?

Tags: Avatar The Last Airbender!AU, arranged marriage, language, alcohol, eventual smut (?)

Part 1

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“Then why did you have to go and ruin everything?” Sana said through her teeth, jaw clenched. She brushes your hand away from her face, making you drop the makeup brush and lose your balance. You catch yourself on the table.

Did she know what you and Mark did last night? How could she have possibly known?

You stood up, and looked at her, “Sana, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sana walked towards the couch where her purse was, “Yes you do! Don’t act stupid, Y/N!” She sat down on the couch with her arms crossed. You could tell she was getting angry with you, so you were careful with your words. You made your way towards her. 

“Sana, I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” you confessed. 

She angrily reaches for her purse and pulls out her phone. You watched her scroll through her phone and then slammed it on the coffee table. A video was playing: 

“I know. I know I’m supposed to marry her, but I can’t stop thinking about you. Everything I do reminds me of you. I didn’t have a choice but to chose her…but it was always you.”

Your eyes widened, starring at her. How could she possibly have a video of last night? “How did you get this video?”

“Oh, it gets better,” she said clicking through her phone again and placing it back down on the table. 

It was a video of you and Mark in his room fucking you. His mouth attacking your core and you shoving his dick in your mouth. You gulped, standing their frozen. How is there a video of last night? Did Mark video tape this?

“Did Mark do this?” you questioned.

“You promised. How could you?” Sana said on the verge of tears. 

“Sana, I’m so sor-” 

She interrupts you, “I don’t believe you’re sorry, Y/N! If you cared about me as a friend, you wouldn’t do this to me. You wouldn’t do it over and over again,” she paused looking at you. “God, I knew you always had feelings for him, but I believed you even when you slept with him. I chose to believe that if I asked you to stop, a small conscious of you would leave him alone…leave us alone.”

You felt terrible. Not only did you betray her once, but you did it over and over again. You didn’t keep your promise.

“I know there’s nothing I can say or do to make it better or make it okay. But please, you have to know I’m sorry. I never meant for it to happen again,” you paused swallowing the lump in your throat. “It was the last time.”

“And I’m supposed to believe you? After everything you did?”

“No, you have no reason to trust me again and I don’t blame you if you didn’t. This is the last time. It was my goodbye.”

“So it being the last time makes it okay?” 

“No of course not! I’m not saying it’s okay. None of this is okay. I know it’s my fault. I know I betrayed you. Don’t let what happened get between this wedding.”

“But it already did…I’m supposed to marry him knowing he has feelings for someone else. I’m supposed to build a family with him knowing he loves you!”

“He will love you and he will love the baby in your belly more than anything in the world.”

“Only because he has too. You heard him,” Sana said tears falling on the side of her cheeks, “It was always you.”

There was a silent pause between you two. She wasn’t wrong…no matter how hard the three of you tried to forget this ever happened. It still happened. There will always be a wedge between the three of you; the thing you were most afraid of. 

“Sana, you can’t keep the video. You have to delete it.”

“Why?” she chuckled, wiping the tears off her cheek, “Why would I delete the one thing that will keep you away from Mark?

“I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t. You don’t understand anything! You don’t think before your actions!” 

She wasn’t wrong. You didn’t think before your actions, that’s why you’re in this mess right now.

“Don’t you get it?” 

You shook your head making her laugh again. 

“You’re so gullible,” she finally said. “Think about Y/N. Think about it real hard,” Sana said pointing to the temples of her head. “This isn’t a movie where the unpopular girl is best friends with the most popular girl at school.”

You never thought of it like that - not once. Sure, you were never popular but you were never an outcast. You had a solid group of friends. She was the one who chose to sit next to you in class that day.

“Did you really think I wanted to be your lab partner? I didn’t need a partner. I was perfectly fine working on my own. In fact, I’d probably would’ve done better if it wasn’t for your stupid ideas.”

“What?” That was all you could get out. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

“I picked you on purpose! I wanted to get close to you because I knew you were Mark’s best friend. It was always about him.”

“That’s not true,” you refused to believe what she was saying.

“It was the only way for him to notice me. For weeks, I tried to get his attention, but nothing. Everyday in the cafeteria, his eyes went straight to you. That’s why I was nice to you; that’s the only reason why I was nice to you.” 

You watched as she got up and walked back to the mirror, sitting down to fix her makeup.

“And it worked. When I befriended you and hung out with you, he finally noticed me. I thought if having you by my side can make Mark mine, it was worth it.”

“Mark’s not a possession! He’s a live human being! How could you use us?” you tried to remind her but that only made her laugh at you again. 

“I never used Mark. I loved him from the moment I saw him, I knew I had to have him.” 

Tears were clouding your eyes, as the words spewed out of her mouth. Everything between you and Sana was a lie. She was never your friend, she only used you to get to Mark. She was only pretending to be nice so that Mark would like her more - so everyone would like her more. 

“When we finally got together, I thought maybe, just maybe I could tolerate you and, we could actually be friends. It was all going well, wasn’t it?”

Tears were falling from your eyes and down your cheeks. How could you be so wrong about someone?

“But you did what I was most afraid of, you slept with him! You took him away from me!”

“I didn’t take him away from you…we both chose to do this.”

“You seduced him!”

“I-I didn’t…” you sobbed. You really didn’t try to seduce Mark. Sure you wanted it but it wasn’t like he didn’t. It wasn’t like you didn’t try to stop yourself - you tried plenty of times. “It takes two people to cheat,” you said honestly. 

“Oh please, don’t act like your the victim. Let’s be clear, I’m the victim,” Sana said pointing at herself.

“So this whole time, you were pretending to by my friend? Were you ever genuine?”

“If you hadn’t slept with him again, I would probably have never said anything. I would’ve kept pretending to be your friend because I knew as long as we were friends, he will always be by my side.”

“So you put the camera in my house?”

“Yes! I put it there after I confronted you last time. I thought if I was nicer to you, you’d back the fuck off, but no. You continued to fuck him. Does he know you fucked JB too?”

“Oh god, I think I’m going to be sick,” you said holding onto your stomach. “Why are you doing this?” you asked, eyes watery with tears. 

“Because it was always you! Don’t you get it! He will never love me like he loves you,” she said angrily. “I knew it so I had to do whatever it takes to make him stay, even if it meant persuading JB to make you fall in love with him.”

Your head was spinning in circles, “What do you mean make me fall in love with him?” 

“It was no coincidence that you saw him again at the club. I told him to go there, to get close to you, to make you fall in love with him so you could leave Mark alone. I thought if you had him, Mark would be mine again.”

Did JB know about her plan? Was he in on all this? You honestly thought he liked you, but it was all a lie. He only approached you because he wanted to help Sana get you away from Mark. He only stayed by your side to persuade you to leave him. 

“You used me…”

“There you go again! You’re not the victim.”

“Why are you so fixated on being the victim?! We’re both victims…we’re both losers in this situation.”

“Because I need to be the victim in order for what I’m about to do next to be believable.”

You looked at her confused as she walked towards you.

“Listen carefully Y/N,” she grabs onto your chin making you look at her. “You will never tell Mark about this…one word from you and your little sex tape will be posted online for hundreds and thousands of people. Everyone will know what a little slut you are, stealing your friend’s boyfriend.”

“You can’t blackmail me!” you said turning your head away from her hands reach. “You’ll go to jail from illegally obtaining this video.“

She smirked, “And do you really think people will believe that the poor little fiancé will upload this embarrassing video of her soon-to-be husband cheating on her?” She stood up, looking down at you. “Mark will be blamed for this. It’s in his house, in his room after all.”

“Do you even love him?” you sobbed.

“I’m doing this because I love him,” she said through her teeth. “So let this be my last warning. If you ever go near him again, not only will this video be posted, the video of you and JB will be posted too.” Sana walked towards the mirror again to fix her dress and her hair before heading towards the door. “And one more thing, if it wasn’t clear already…you’re uninvited to the wedding.”

You sat in the room for awhile, contemplating on whether or not you should tell Mark. Tell him and risk having your sex tape be uploaded to the world - embarrass your entire family and Mark’s family. Don’t tell him and let him marry the wicked witch of the west. And JB? How were you going to face him after everything Sana just said? You finally got the courage to get up and leave the room. When you opened the door, the first person you saw was Mark.

“You okay? You were in there for awhile,” Mark said rubbing your arm up and down to comfort you. In the corner of your eyes, you could feel Sana burn you with her stare.

summary: in a twisted turn of events, you find yourself naked in the bed of your best friend, Mark Tuan

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Sana had asked to go home with you to pick up some stuff she had in Mark’s room. You were now sitting awkwardly in the front seat with JB, who was still playing the role of your sweet boyfriend.

“When did you guys start dating?” You kept your head down, not really knowing how to respond.

“Not long, just a couple of weeks,” JB said grabbing your hand in your lap.

“I wish you told me earlier! We could’ve made you best man and maid of honor. It would’ve been so cute,” Sana squealed happily.

“That’s not necessary,” you said turning to look at her in the back. “We’re happy as groomsmen and bridesmaid,” you tell her, giving her a fake smile.

Sana and you stood awkwardly in the elevator; watching each floor past. It’s not that you didn’t want to welcome Sana inside, you didn’t want her to see how messy the house was. Take out containers, unwashed dishes, and opened snacks left all over the house. This was all the aftermath of Mark’s text. You opened the door to your share apartment and tried to bolt straight to your bedroom. 

“Y/N” Sana calls. You quietly groaned to yourself, not really wanting to entertain her. “The house is a mess!” Sana says as she begins to gather the dirty dishes towards the sink.

“You don’t have to do that,” you tell her grabbing the dishes away from her. “I’m tired. Can you lock the door on your way out?”

“There’s something I want to talk to you about.” 

You watched Sana make her way to the couch, sitting down.

“What is it?” you asked her nervous. Sana patted the seat next to her, motioning you to sit down. You obliged and sat down.

“I don’t know how to say it so I’m just going to say it,” Sana said grabbing your hand. “I know about you and Mark.” 

You heart felt like it sank to the bottom of your stomach. Your vision blurred and it felt like the walls were caving in beside you - it felt like it was about to crumble and suffocate you.

“Y/N,” she calls out, slightly shaking you. “Y/N, breathe!” You turn to look at her, eyes already clouding with tears. You let a loud sigh as if you were reminding yourself to breathe. Your whole body shaking.

“Sana, I-,” you wanted to speak but no words came out. No matter how you explained it, you were wrong. No words can make it better - it wasn’t an accident, it wasn’t only once, you wanted it to happen. You betrayed her. 

“It’s okay,” Sana says giving your hand a small squeeze. You let out a frustrated sigh.

“No, no it’s not Sana!” you said flicking her hand away from yours and getting up. “It’s not okay! You should be mad, you should hate me,” you said angrily as tears flowed down your cheeks.

“Y/N, listen to me!” she said pulling you back down to sit next to her. “Is it silly for me to say, I always knew he would choose you.” 

You hated the fact that she was still so understanding. You wanted her to hate you so that you could feel better, but her being so nice just made you feel even more guilty.

You buried your face in your hands, ashamed to look at her. “How did you know?” 

“Remember your birthday?” you looked up at her. “Since I couldn’t make it, I was going to stop by to give you your present.”

“You were here that night?” Sana nods. “Why didn’t you stop us?” you began to sob.

“I was so mad I stormed out,” Sana paused, her eyes softening. “But I thought about it, maybe I was the one intruding in your relationship.”

“Sana, stop being nice to me! I’m the slut that slept with your boyfriend!” Sana laughs. “Why are you laughing?”

“What you did was wrong, and yes it hurt. But what you have done for me, bringing Mark and I together, you gave me years of happiness that I never imagined myself getting. At the end of the day, he wants me to be his wife.” Sana reminded you. “How can I be mad?” 

“Does he know?” 

“No, and I don’t want him to know that I know. I don’t want us walking on eggshells if he’s going to be my husband” How can someone possibly be so understanding? “You have JB now, right? It all worked out.” 

If only she knew, it was all a lie.

“Promise me something?” Sana asked. 

“Anything”

“Promise me you’ll still be my bridesmaid. Promise me you and Mark are over. Promise me you’ll never sleep with him again - for me, for our baby.” Sana said rubbing her belly.

God she was right. The baby can’t be born into a broken family.

“Sana, I’m so sorry. I promise,” you looked down at your hands, afraid to ask her what’s on your mind.

“I forgive you,” Sana said pulling you in for a hug. “And by no means does it mean you can’t remain friends with Mark, just don’t sleep with him.”

“I don’t deserve you,” you said hugging her back. 

“Be good to JB.”

–

It’s been weeks since Sana broke the news to you about Mark’s affair. You and Mark decided it was best if you kept your distance till after the wedding. This was for everyone’s good, especially Sana. The only time you actually saw Mark was when you were doing bridesmaids duties and that was about to end. The wedding was in a couple of days and tonight was Mark’s bachelor party.

You admit you wouldn’t have been doing such a good job about keeping your distance if it wasn’t for JB. Every moment you had to share with Mark and Sana, he was there by your side, comforting you, cheering you. Tonight was no different.

“You don’t have to be here. I’ll be fine,” you tell JB as he took a seat on a chair by the kitchen island. 

“You don’t want me to be here?”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s Mark’s bachelor party, you should be there.” 

“Ahh, we were never close so I can show up late. He only made me a groomsmen because of Sana. To be honest, I never liked him anyways,” you rolled your eyes.

You had to be honest, having JB by your side made everything better, made everything bearable.

“Why are you doing all this?” you asked taking a seat next to him. “Being all nice to the slut that slept with your cousin’s fiancé.”

“It’s not obvious?” you shook your head slowly, taking a sip of water. “I like you,” he said blatantly making you choke on water. “Oh come on, don’t act so surprise.”

“But…”

“You didn’t notice me until that night at the club, but I always knew who you were.” JB turned his chair to face you. He moved you to face him too. “I was one quarter short at the vending machine in university and you handed me one. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I liked you,” he chuckles to himself.

“I-I don’t remember that.”

“Of course you don’t. It was always him.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you tell him.

“I was hoping something like I like you too,” you chuckled nervously. 

“It’s not that I don’t like you…” you said looking at him directly. “It’s just not the right timing,” you explained, getting up. JB grabs your hand, pulling you back to sit down.

“Give me a chance.”

“It wouldn’t be fair to you. I’d be lying if I said I was over him,” you whispered.

“I don’t care.”

“You should. It’s not fair to you, don’t you get it? You saved me when I needed someone the most. It was like I was drowning and you became my life buoy. But what happens when I learn how to swim and I no longer need a buoy. What if that happened?”

“If it means that I could be with you, even just until you learn how to swim, I’m happy with that.”

God, what is with this family? They’re overflowing with kindness and optimistism. 

JB cups your cheeks in his hands. “Please give me a chance,” he said as he leans in, his lips close to yours. “Please,” he whispered against your lips as you nodded kissing him back.

You knew it was wrong to kiss him back when you were still thinking about Mark, but you can’t help it. It was nice to have someone give you all their attention. It wasn’t like you didn’t like JB, you did. He was a great friend and all relationships begin with friendship.

You could feel JB smile in between the kiss as he pulled you closer. You had to admit you missed being held by a man. You pulled away from him blushing and led him to the couch. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap. JB pulls you in for another kiss. This time much more passionate and hungry than the first. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to his body, His hands roamed up and down your thighs. You could feel your panties sticking to your core. You combed your hand through his thick hair and tugged on it lightly, earning a small nibble on your bottom lip. You moaned in pleasure. JB moves down to your neck, leaving a trial of red marks. He grazes his teeth on your collar bone, giving it one last suck before moving his hand to your skirt, inching closer and closer to your core. He was so close to your wet pussy, but he purposely avoids it - teasing you. He strokes his thumbs over your panties, just above the area you wanted to be touched the most. 

“Touch me…” you begged, giving his bottom lip a small suck before pulling away.

“Now what’s the fun in that?” JB smirks, pulling your panties upward making your panties rub against your own clit. You let out a loud moan. “What was that baby?” he asks again, pulling your panties further up. This was the only friction JB allowed and it was driving crazy. You started to moving your hips up and down against nothing. “Tsk…tsk…look at you so desperate to be touch.”

“Y-yes…please touch me JB.”

“Who?” JB asked grazing his thumb up and down the wet patch on your panties. 

“D-daddy,” you muttered, desperate.

“That’s my girl,” JB said ripping your panties apart. You squealed not expecting him to tear it. “Look at you dripping wet, did I do this?” JB asked running his finger up and down the center of your pussy, gathering the juices and sticking it in his mouth. “Come on baby, you know what to do,” JB says tapping his thigh. JB’s dominant personality turned you on even more. You shifted to straddle his thick thighs. The rough pattern on his jeans made you move even quicker. You held onto his shoulder as you grind your hips on his thigh. JB was busy working on your breast - massaging and sucking on it. 

“I’m close,” you whispered. JB lifts you off his lap, making you stand in front of him still fully clothed. You watched JB remove his jeans, tossing it across the room. You could see his hard cock poke against his boxers. You licked your lips. 

“Be good for daddy and take your clothes off,” he commanded and you did what was told. You slowly removed your top, tossing it across the room. You turned away from him and slowly removed your skirt, showing him your ass. 

God, it felt good to be touched again. 

You turned back around to face him and watched him stroke his dick. It was your turn now. You knelt down in front of him, your face aligned directly across from his cock. You licked your lips. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Suck daddy’s cock,” he said pulling his boxers down, exposing his hard cock. You pointed one finger on his cock, right on the slit and dragged his pre-cum down his cock to his balls.

“Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?” JB nodded running his finger through your hair. “Have I ever made you cum?” He nods again. You moaned lightly thinking about him cumming. You wrapped your hands around his hard cock, pumping it up and down. His grip on your hair tightened as he thrusted upwards. You lick your lips once more before taking him whole in your mouth. You laid his cock on top of your tongue, licked it up and down before giving it a big suck. You released it, making a loud pop sound as if you were sucking a lollipop - your eyes never leave his gaze.

“Y/N…” JB moans gripping your hair tighter. You opened your mouth wider, shoving his cock all the way in, hitting the back of your throat; you gagged which JB seemed to like. He picks up the pace himself and begins thrusting into your mouth, motioning you to move up and down his cock faster. You continue to gag on his cock as saliva escaped your mouth. He finally pulls away. You smirked looking up at him with saliva still dripping down your chin. “Look at the mess,” JB said wiping your chin. You got up and pushed him back on the couch, straddling him. 

“Daddy,” you called out rubbing your drenched pussy on his now swollen cock. “Can you feel how wet I am?” you whispered in his ear, moving your pussy up and down his cock. Your juices mixing together. 

“Go ahead, take daddy’s cock.” 

You smiled and sank down on his cock, taking him whole at one time. The both of you let out a moan. His hands instinctively grabs your ass. You spread your legs further apart, closing the space between your pussy and his pelvis. Your clit rubbed against his pelvis making you moan. JB grasps your hips roughly, helping you move with him. 

“Fuck me harder,” you begged. JB lifts you up off his lap and lays you on the couch. He moves your legs above your head, exposing your lower body.

“Your wish is my command,” he said before thrusting hard into you. You let out a loud moan as you held onto the side of the couch, trying to keep yourself from falling off the couch. Each thrust made your body numb with pleasure. He knew all the right places to hit. “You always this tight?” JB moaned, rubbing your pussy. 

“It’s a gift,” you smirked, clenching around him to tease. He moans again. 

“Keep doing that and I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow,” he threatens which brings out the brat in you. You clenched again, this time holding it even longer making the both of you moan. JB pulls out of you and flips you on your stomach. You get on all fours, sticking your ass out for him. “That’s my girl, let daddy see your wet pussy.” JB traces his finger up and down your pussy, teasing you by briefly sticking his finger in you and then quickly taking it out. You moaned. He spread your put cheeks apart, examining your ass and pussy. You gasped as you felt his lips on your core, nibbling and sucking on your clit. You moaned arching your back in pleasure. JB runs his hand down your arched back and back down your ass. You felt your core throb and you instinctively reached for your own clit, trying to get more pleasure. JB grabs onto your hand, refraining you from moving. “Be a good girl,” he whispered before he thrust roughly into you. You threw your head back, moaning. JB’s pace becomes sloppy as he abused your pussy repeatedly. You knew you were going to be sore tomorrow, but you liked how rough he was being.

You could feel yourself close and he was too. His hand reaches for your clit, rubbing it vigorously. You moaned once again from the overstimulation. You began to tremble with pleasure. JB feels you clenched around him and pushes his cock further into you. He slaps your pussy; a mix of pain and pleasure overwhelms you. “Do that again,” you begged. JB slaps your pussy again and again until its burning hot, aching in pain. His last slap pushed you over the edge and the both of you came together - feeling his hot seed fill you up. You continued to clench your pussy, trying to make the orgasm last as long as it could. The both of you still moaning and breathing heavily. You body continued to pulsate even after cumming. Still inside you, JB holds you close to his body. He pulls you down for a kiss. The both of you let out a sigh of satisfaction. 

He slowly pulls out of you and whispers, “Be a good girl and hold all that in for me.” You nodded as he walked away to the bathroom. He came back with a towel and helped you clean up. You and JB put your clothes back on and rested on the couch; he held you close to him.

“JB, I…” you called out.

“You don’t have to explain. It’s okay.”

“No, I do.” you said sitting up.

“Just because we had sex, it doesn’t mean you’re obligated to like me anymore than you did before. I get it. You need time,” he pulls you back into his arms. “I have time.”

“Thank you,” you said wrapping your arms around him. 

“Listen, I should probably head out to the bachelor party. If you’re still awake when it’s over, I can stop by.”

“I’d like that.” JB smiled, leaning down to kiss you before leaving. Maybe moving on wasn’t so bad after all.

After a couple of hours, you were starting to doze off on the couch. It was already 2am. You turned off the TV and was about to head to bed when the doorbell rang. 

You were surprised to see who was on the other side, “Mark?”

a note from jennie: many of you responded on how you saw this ending in the last episode. how about now? 

a lot of readers left me messages about requests, it is always open, and i will always do my best to get to it, but i can’t guarantee it will be right away or the next day you submit a request. a fair warning that i am only writing about got7 at the moment and i only feel comfortable writing smut for the hyung line as they are older than me.

⇥ synopsis : when your father reveals his intention to remarry, you find an unlikely confidant in Mark, your soon-to-be stepbrother, but what began as a revenge fling ironically becomes far more complicated…

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring alcohol and drug use, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

I’ll be the phoenix, leave it to me, we be flying, spread your wings behind your back, they call us phoenix, ride or die, ride or die…

summary : the clock is ticking as you recount your passionate affair with Jackson, the most wanted man in Shanghai, to the people trying desperately to catch him, but no one - including you - knows if he will risk his life to save yours.

warnings : strong profanity, explicit dialogue, mentions of blood and violence, references to drug and alcohol use, graphic sexual content, self-destructive themes, potentially triggering elements involving kidnapping, arson, etc.

Title : Protect me not Genre : Soldier!Au, Action, Angst, Fluff Pairing : Mark Tuan x Fem!Reader Words : 3597 Summary : You’re just a university student, they are part of a hidden force in the Army. Their duty is to protect you from the people who want you dead. Their plan? Do whatever it takes to succeed. It’s the very first time they get handed such a job, so it’s no surprise when one of them gets involved more than he should be. 

AN : It’s a rewrite from a series I started back in 2016 on another website so if you already saw this around the internet, don’t freak out.

Every chapter will have a picture, always ‘from the past’ and in different locations all over the world. Obviously, the locations won’t match with where the pictures were actually taken. I will use them as photos taken during previous missions. 

Credit to @softseunies​ for the picture! 

Teaser / 

Chapter 1 

“Food is the best.” Seven boys are walking down the streets, enjoying a well-deserved day off. It’s a sunny day with many people walking around, something they have yet to get accustomed to.

It’s been two days. Two days of coming back to old habits and finding peace in the comfort of their home.

“Jackson, you got drunk so many times that I’m surprised you are still alive.” One boy answers, tone mocking.

“It’s not like we almost all died because of Bambam.” A third person adds.

“It’s not my fault!” Said Bambam sounds outraged, his accent getting thicker with each word. “You tell me to press the detonator, so I press the detonator! This is because the initial plan was a failure. Jinyoung thought we could kill twenty Russian Mercenaries in fifteen minutes…no wonder we almost died.” Bambam adds, tone accusing.

“The plan was just fine!” Jinyoung snaps, “If Youngjae could actually use a computer, it would have been easier for you.” His mocking tone makes them laugh.

mark tuan x female reader

wc: 2.6k

summary: Mark always thought that the love you both shared was invincible until you uttered the four words that were sure to break him. Now, he just had thirty days — thirty days to turn it around or let it all go. Can Mark get you to love him one last time?

genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut, divorce au

a/n: thank you all for the enthusiasm you have shown with the prologue, hopefully you all like this part, too. kudos if you know where the last bit is from. playlist can be found here.

⇥ synopsis : being the young alpha female over a pack of misbehaving werewolves is no easy task and is made even more complicated when the time comes to choose a mate…

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring violence or mentions of blood, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

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tags: mark | jaebum | jackson | jinyoung | youngjae | bambam | yugyeom

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Racing Hearts Masterlist (Coming)

Masterlist

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“Oh, shit.” I breathe, frowning. “Lewis Hamilton?”

I look up at him, thrilled. Tuna bristles and snatches his phone out of my hands.

“Why the fuckis my daughter in a magazine?!” He shouts, startling the poor baby that immediately clutches her hands around  his shirt.

Rose reprimands him in baby language but her father is glaring down at me.

“We went for a walk and a paparazzi  had sneaked in. It’s not my fault.” I explain, crossing my arms over my chest. He opens his mouth to retort something but is cut off my his phone ringing. He looks down at the caller’s ID. His face hardens even more and he purses his lips.

“Fucking perfect.” He mutters while Roses reaches out to grab it. He looks up at me for a nanosecond.

“Get out of here.” He orders before giving me his back. I ball my fists, heat sweeping through me like a tsunami. What a fucking asshole. I am going to get out, but not because he told me to, but because I hate him and everything he represents and because I need to go practice .

I groan, I pick up my stuff and stomp out of Kameron’s office, slamming the door behind me.

This guy treats me like like a fucking idiot. How stupid was I to think that he would be mature enough to say thank you. Now I feel like I lost against him. I was being nice and he is an asshole. I have to get him to do something for me and treat him the same way he treated me. Give him a taste of his own bullshit. Fucking arrogant stupid condescending son of a bitch.

I throw my bag in my locker and change into my racing suit. My helmet under my arm, I take angry steps towards the track, where I find Xavier nearly pulling all his hair out.

“Siv!” He says, throwing his arms in the air, at complete loss.

“You saw the news.”

“What the hell?” He asks me. I stop at his level and tilt my head to the side.

“I was just helping out.”

“This is not how you were supposed to announce your comeback.” He says sternly, pointing a finger at me. It’s not my fault! Why is everyone blaming me?

“Now people will want answers.” He says.

“About what?”

“Your season. What’s your goal this year?” He asks me. Oh, not that.

“I don’t know. Any grand prix I can get in.” I shrug, waving a dismissive hand.

“You don’t sound sure.” He narrows his eyes at me. I sigh.

“Honestly, I have no idea what I want to do this season.” I admit.

“The worlds.” Someone says behind me. I turn around and see Nathan walking towards us, his hands in his pockets, smiling from ear to ear.

“It used to be your goal every year.” He reminds me.

“It’s been ten years. It would be unreasonable.” I reply.

“You’re almost the same age as the current world champ.” He retorts once he’s at our level.“Where’s the greedy Sivan that I know?”

I give him a clueless look.

“I’ll let you think about it.” Xav says to us. “While I find you a PR agent.” He adds before walking away with all the world’s weight on his shoulders. Nathan takes me in his arms.

“Hi.” I murmur once we part.

“So you’re a babysitter now?” He jokes.

“It’s bullshit.”

“I know.” He says reassuringly.

“His daughter is adorable.”

“You and babies.” He sighs, shaking his head at me.

“Why did you come here?” I ask him after a beat.

“I said I’d come watch you.” He reminds me.

“Sorry for not walking you back the other night.” He adds, scratching the back of his neck. “I hadn’t drank that much since forever.”

I give him a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“You never handled alcohol very well.” I say knowingly. He rolls his eyes.

“Are you still talking about that time when I-“

“Fell into the pool?” I finish for him.

“He pushed-“

“Butt naked except for myunderwear?” I add in case he’s forgotten. He laughs, defeated.

“Alright, I get it.” He raises his hands in the air, defeated. He turns to the track, watching a car zoom by.

“Are you driving the Kyosho?” He asks me. I look away in the horizon.

“No.” I reply.

“Why?”

“I-“

I’m cut off by a loud honk, as see Elijah pulling up with my Bugatti. Saved.

After practice Nate and I go for dinner together and then we go to the Black Tiger bar for quick drinks that turn into a long moment of chatter and alcohol. We both condense ten years of our lives into three hours of conversation and cocktails. I have a good time, as I always do with him. It feels great to be able to talk to someone that familiar and that close to me again.

By the third cocktail, I’m already tipsy and Nathan is drunk but won’t admit it.

“Look who’s there.” He says enthusiastically, pointing his finger over my shoulder. I turn and see a small group of well-dressed youngsters  coming in at the other end of the bar, Tuna leading them, dressed in jeans, a white shirt and a suit jacket.

“Ugh.” I groan, rolling my eyes. “What is he doing here?”

“He comes here at least once a week.” Nate informs me. What? He comes to my bar every week? I’m really starting to feel like his guy tried to replace me. Maybe that’s why he was an asshole to me. He’s scared of me.

“Really?” I utter. This is outrageous.“He’s claiming my bar now?”

“He’s not claiming it. But it’s doing better now that he’s in town.” Nathan says to me. “He brought the city back to life Things got really quiet when you left.” He explains. So this guy really did replace me. I was the local star and destroyed everything when I left. No wonder why everyone supports him even thou he’s a douchebag: he saved the town from crumbling down. He’s cleaning the mess I made.

“He’s a hero.” I mutter.

“No, he’s-“

“And I let everyone down.”

“Sivan.” Nate says softly. “No one is mad at you for leaving. We’re all happy that you came back.” He murmurs. I toy with my straw, not too convinced.

“Want to play an alcohol game?” He asks, nudging me and pulling my eyes up to his.

“You want to get drunk again?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Let’s take a shot each time a girl approaches him.” He challenges, jerking his chin in Tuna’s direction.

“You are trying to get drunk.” I reply. Right when I turn to look at him, a girl approaches his group at their table. A blond girl in a jumpsuit and heels puts her hand on his shoulder and he turns to look at her. Then, she boldly sits on his lap.

“2 shots of vodka.” Nathan orders while I gag and roll my eyes. Sidney serves us two shots and we throw them back. This game sucks.

“I don’t want to spend the rest of my night watching him.” I declare, my throat burning.

“You don’t like him?” Nathan asks. Oh, right. He doesn’t know.

“He almost killed me the day I met him.” I explain, and his eyebrows meet his hairline. “And he didn’t even apologize.”

“2 more.” Nathan asks Sidney.

“What?” I utter, turning around and finding Tuna getting a massage from a brunette in a sparkly dress. Why are the girls even dressed that way in this bar? Are they all waiting for him?

I take my second shot of vodka.

“He’s arrogant.” I add, because I’m not done. “And he treats everyone like shit.”

“And he drove the Kyosho.” I conclude. “What?” Nathan says, almost sobering up.. His face hardens, and he looks over my shoulder, his eyes darkening.

“You have no idea how much I hate him.” I tell him.“It’s visceral.”

“2 more.” I ask Sidney, for no reason, and we throw them back. - “That’s it!” Nate says, slamming his glass down. “I’m drunk.”

“Of course you are.” I reply.

“Oh.” I say, remembering something.

“Apparently I’ve been hanging out with Lewis Hamilton?” I ask him, wondering if he knows where this is coming from.

“He came in a nanosecond after you left the bar the other day.” He explains.

“I didn’t even see him.” I reply, and he shrugs. Oh, well.

“I need to pee.” I declare, climbing down my stool. He nods and I turn on my heels, quickly realizing I might be more drunk than I thought I was. I sway a little but still manage to carry myself to the toilets.

When I come out of the toilets and go back inside, I bump into a firm chest, so violently I stumble back.

“Oops.” I say, almost falling over.

“Sorry.” A man says, catching my hands in time before I hurt myself. I look up to put a face on the strong British accent I hear.

“Are you okay?” The man asks. I frown, surprised, as his eyes grow wide.

“Mr Hamilton?” I say, recognizing him.

“You’re the girl with the Ferrari.” He snaps his fingers. What? How does he know that?

“I do have a Ferrari.” I reply, confused. “Have we met before?”

“I helped you in you car the other day.”He says to me. Oh! Oh! OH!

“Oh, it was you!” I exclaim, beaming at him. He’s my savior!

“I never thanked you properly.” I murmur and pull him in for a hug. He laughs but hugs me back.

“What are you doing?” Tuna asks, coming up in front of me. I pull away from Hamilton and he turns around to look at him.

“Just talking to another triple world champion.” He jokes.

“You know who I am?” I ask, surprised.

“Of course. Who doesn’t?” He replies, almost offended.

“This one.” I mock, pointing towards Tuna. I see him roll his tonge against his cheek as he takes a deep breath. He’s angry again.

“Whaaaat?” Hamilton says. Tuna sighs.

“Lewis, let’s go.” He mutters, grabbing him by the arm.

“You had no idea who she bloody was?” He asks, yanking his arm free.

“Don’t.” Tuna snaps.

“That’s a disgrace. Let me make it up to you. How does a beer sound?” Hamilton proposes, turning to me and ignoring him. More alcohol? Hell yeah.

“Lovely.” I reply, smiling up at him.

“Lewis, she’s completely drunk.” Tuna says angrily.

“And I am a gentleman.” Hamilton bounces back. “I’ll get you an uber myself, and I’ll make sure you come home safe.” He says to me.

“My savior.” I battle my eyelashes jokingly, and he laughs.

“That is my name.” He says before turning on his heels.

“Lewis-“ Tuna calls, but he’s already gone. He balls his fist and gently hits it against the doorway that separates the bar from the corridor that leads to the toilets and the bar.

“You have cool friends.” I gush, just to annoy him more. He shows me a threatening forefinger.

“Stay away from him.” He orders.

“I’m not interested in him, it’s just a beer. Fuck’s sake.”

“Well tell him. Before I’m forced to third wheel and see your face on my weekends.” He bristles, raising his voice to an annoying and challenging level. My palm itches.

“Can I ask you a question?” I ask, taking a step closer to him. I invade his personal space on purpose, stepping so close that my nose is an inch away from him.“Are you trying to convince yourself you have any kind of authority on me or do you sincerely believe it?”

At my question, he looks away and drinks his head.

“Hey.” I call, grabbing his chin to make it look at me. He looks down at me, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed, shocked by my affront.

“Trust me.” I murmur, bringing his face down to mine. “I’ve been holding back.” I say quietly, but I’m dead serious. “You piss me off one more time, and I’ll make you regret it.” I add before letting him go, gently slapping his cheek twice.

His eyes darken dangerously. I see the same fury that was in my eyes when he drove my car. But he doesn’t lash out at me. He keeps staring at me, eyes devouring me with anger and something like trepidation, impatience.

“What’s that look?” I ask, smirking. “You like it when girls talk to you like that?” I tease, tilting my head to the side. I get on my tip toes and speak close to his face, almost kissing him. “When they remind you that you’re powerless and small and just full of bullshit?”

I blink and suddenly I’m pinned against the wall with a hand around my throat. Tuna brings his face down to mine, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning. I’m still not impressed.

He tilts my head back and looks at me in the eyes.

“Keep playing with me and you’ll see if it’s bullshit.” He mutters against my mouth, his lips brushing against mine.

“Ooooh.” I sing, almost buying it. “Little boy is trying to act like a man?”

“You’re full of crap, Sivan.” He grinds out, and I can’t tell him if pressing his lips against mine while he speaks is considered as kissing.

“No, I’m thirsty.” I retort, shoving him away from me. I push myself of the wall and everything starts to spin.

“Where’s my beer-oh.” I say, almost tripping over my own feet.

“Hey.” Tuna grabs me by the arm. I lean against him, because I’m definitely too drunk now.

“Where’s your friend?” He asks as I close my eyes, my head lulled against his shoulder. I need to pee again.

“Nate?” I ask. Why am I asking? Nate is my only friend. Oh my god, Nate!

“Nate!” I shout, pushing myself off him and try to walk back inside, but I’m wobbly and I stagger.

“Easy.” Tuna scolds, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“He’s too drunk to drive.” I mutter. I need to save my friend.

“You’re a real pain in the ass.” Tuna says, pushing me forward. His words make me nauseous.“Every goddamned time.”

I spin around so fast I almost bump into him. Darkness sinks in.

“Fuck you.” I tell him, hoping he hears me. And I blackout.

Racing Hearts Masterlist (Coming)

Masterlist

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The Black Tiger bar is packed, the music is good and the food tastes better than ten years ago. Annie, the barista hasn’t changed at all. Ten years and she’s still as lovely and fun. Tonight we’re celebrating the start of the season. Well, the first Grand Prix isn’t before February, but we are going to start training in that mindset starting from next week. I know I’m going to practice, but I don’t know what my goal is.

All I know now is that the vodka tastes really good and I really enjoy this first party after ten years. The atmosphere hasn’t changed at all.

I’m sitting at the bar with Kam, looking over his shoulder, when I see the last person I would expect here make his entrance. Tuna arrives, in jeans, a white shirt and a jacket, accompanied by the submissive brunette, who’s wearing a blue, tight, strapless dress with high heels. She’s going for the hooker look. I wish I could pull that off too.

But, ugh, why are they here?

“Why did you invite him?” Turn my head back towards Kam, my tone and glare reproachful. Kam looks over his shoulder to see who I’m talking about, and sees Tuna waving and shaking hands with people. He turns back to me, his face as unreadable as usual.

“Because he’s part of the school.” He says quietly. Yeah, he stole it from you.

“You like him?” I ask, incredulous. Kam shrugs.

“He’s not a bad guy.” He replies. Oh, my fucking god.

“You saw what he did to me.” I remind him, making sure he says that while knowing all the crap he put me through. He takes a sip of his whiskey.

“You both have very short tempers, that’s why you don’t like each other.” He explains. “I’m a quiet person. I listen to him and make my point calmly.”

I’m about to laugh out loud when I see long fingers spread across his back.

“Hi, Kameron.” Tuna says to him, while the Brunette throws missiles at me with her eyes. I roll mine and slide off my seat, grabbing my jacket. I shrug it on while walking towards the exit of the bar when Xav catches me.

“Where are you going?” He asks me, grabbing me by the arm.

“Home.”

“Because he’s here?” He teases, jerking his chin towards the back of the bar. “You already care about him that much?”

“What?”

“You can hate someone without feeling the need to leave whenever he’s here. There’s a very thin line between love and hate.” He says and winks- actually winks at me. Oh, wow.

“I don’t care about him.”

“Don’t let him affect you.”

“He doesn’t.”

“Well, you’re fussing because of him.”

“I’m not fussing, I’m leaving quietly.”

“That sounds like fussing to me.” He retorts. This man has been bullying me since I was 8.

“Come on.“ He prompts, turning me around and putting his hand on my back. "Prove me I’m wrong.” He challenges, pushing me towards the small committee. I spin out of his hold and face the other way, almost bumping into a board, firm chest.

I step back and look up at this man. He as his long, blond hair tied up in a bun. He has dark, piercing brown eyes that- know that I recognize them, used to be round, shiny in innocent. He has a beard, but I can still see how sharp his jaw line is; and he has that goddamned dimple I used to poke whenever he smiled to me. And his nose, slim and pointy at the end, perfect, genetic.

“Nathan?” I gasp, feeling as if my eyes were lying to me. He smiles, beams at me, laughing.

“Hey.” He says and enfolds me in his arms. I wrap mine around his neck and hold him tight. If I didn’t know this face so well, I would never have recognized him.

“Hi.” I breathe, wonder ad shock in my voice. He hums and rubs his hand up and down my back. I squeeze him against me. Nate.

“People told me you were back in town, and I knew it was the start of the season and that I’d find you here.” He says as we pull away from each other. I’m facing a grown man.

“I swear to god, I meant to come say hello. It’s only been three days, and I’m still trying to sort myself out.” I explain, smiling like an idiot. He cups my face in his hands and kisses my cheek.

“It’s cool, Siv. It’s so nice to see you.” He says to me. I return the gesture, taking his face between my tiny hands.

“You’re so grown up, look at you.” I compliment. I’m so amazed. I didn’t think he would grow up looking like that: looking exactly like him.

“You look exactly like him now.” I murmur, and it’s not before I see his face fall and his brows furrow in worry that I realize that I have tears in my eyes. I blink, and let him go. He opens his mouth, and closes it.

“D’you want to step out for a sec?” He asks knowingly. I nod and he takes my hand, leading me through the crew in the back towards the back door. Outside, he just hugs me again, but I don’t cry because I’m not a cry baby.

“How was Israel?” He asks after a while. I give him the same answer I’ve given everyone for the past three days or so.

“Beautiful.” I murmur. He pulls away from me.

“Did it help?”

“Distance helped. The years also.” I stay vague because I’m not diving into that tonight, And certainly not with him. He nods slowly.

“Have you payed him a visit since you came back?”

I shake my head and look away.

“We can go together if you want.” He proposes; and I shrug, crossing my arms over my chest. Self-defense.

“You’re still wearing your ring.” He observes. I look down at my left hand, the diamond ring shiny brightly and fiercely despite the years.

“When I’m not racing.” I murmur. He looks up at me and smiles.

“You should come over for dinner. Mom was thrilled when I told her you were back in town.” He almost gushes. I have no desire to see his mom. Not that I don’t like her, mind you, I fucking love this woman, and she loves me very much as well, which is why I don’t want to see her. She would break my fucking heart.

“Sure, I’ll definitely come.” I lie. Suddenly, the heavy back door opens, and Xav pops his head out.

“Siv.” He calls. “We’re making a toast.”

When Nate and I step back inside the bar, Kameron is standing up on the coffee table. His face is as calm and unexpressive as usual, but it doesn’t take me more than the fact that he’s standing on a table to know he’s tipsy.

“Okay, guys.” He shouts even though everyone is quiet. Xav tugs at his sleeve and tells him to tone it down. He nods and goes on.

“The season officially starts in February, but next week is the first week of November, which is the start of our season.” He declares. “It’s time for you all to define your goals and reach them, okay?”

“And this season is very special because our local star, and my lovely niece Sivan is back.” He says, waving his hand towards me. I smile and shake my head because he’s drunk and I love him. People clap and cheer and whistle for a while, and Kam continues.

“We missed you, Siv.” He says, raising glass at him. I acknowledge with a nod.

“And our second local star is aiming for the worlds this season.” He declares, and I follow his arm to see he’s pointing at Tuna, who’s leaning against the bar with a glass in his hand. People clap for him, and he raises his glass at all of them.

“He’s already been the US champ two years in a row. He’s rich as hell, all drinks are on him until the end of the night, thank you.” He finishes quickly, making people laugh. Tuna doesn’t protest.

“He’s drunk.” Nate says from next to me.

“You think?” I joke, and he chuckles.

“Wanna have a drink?” He proposes. “It’s on him.”

I accept his offer.

-

“Alright, guys.” I declare, rising from my seat while Nate, Xav, Kam and Elijah are slumped in their seats. “I’m out.”

“See you next week, Siv.” Kam slurs, pointing an index at me.

“I’m too drunk to walk you to your car, but I’ll see you at the school someday.” Nate mutters, one eyes closed and the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile.

Xav is sleeping.

Ah, men.

I shrug my jacket on, and make the mistake of leaving by the front door. As soon as I step outside, a strong beam of light blinds me. I cover my eyes with my hand, and it only lasts a few moments, until the paparazzo realize I’m not the one they’re waiting for. I lower my hand and find myself in front of a crowd of disappointed journalists. I’m those ae for tuna. I once used to have this kind of committee waiting for me everywhere that I went, but I spent ten years in the most complete anonymity so I’m not used to the lights anymore. I actually scared me. But no one knows I’m back yet, except if one recognizes me.

“Sivan O'Shea?”

I hear someone say my name, testing it, unsure. Shit. The lights start flashing again as everyone starts to snap pictures of me.

“No! » I pull the lapels of my leather jacket up to hide the sides of my face and look down at the floor. Soon, they close in and surround me to get a better view. And I know where my car is but I don’t know where I am anymore. I lost my sense of orientation.

Suddenly, I feel two large hands on my back, and I get ready to turn around and punch whoever is touching me, but then the hands speak, pushing le forward.

"Walk straight. I got you.”

It’s a male voice I don’t recognize at all, and it has a brittish accent, but for some reason, I trust it. I walk straight, and the guy makes me turn to the right.

“What does your car look like?” He shouts over the paparazzo calling my name.

“It’s a red Ferrari.” I reply, and I sound panicked. He makes me turn to the left and walk straight for a few steps. We step down the sidewalk and turn to the left again, until I see I’m pressed against the driver’s door.

“Open it.” He orders. I fumble with my pockets, patting them until I feel them in my back pocket, and unlock my car. The guy opens the door for me, and I dive in without looking back, he closes the door before I can see his face. The paparazzo are all around my car, snapping pictures of my tinted windows. I start the engine and lower my window from a millimeter, out of curiosity, just to get a glimpse of that person. I open it just enough to see he’s black, wearing a hat, and he has brown eyes.

“Thank you.” I say to him, and he winks.

-

“Former race car driver Sivan O'shea and triple world champion back in the US after ten years! Spotted hanging out with US champ Mark Tuan and English world champion Lewis Hamilton.”

Comments:

Wow! I honestly thought she was dead…

Is she going to race again? She must be rusty af

She better not date a driver again

Okay I low-key dig whatever her skincare routine is, because it’s been ten fucking years and she hasn’t changed

Bet she’s here to make some money after spend all the insurance cash ha

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The weekend passes slowly. I do nothing of those two days, mainly because I have nothing to do and I’m not sure if I want to tell all my old friends that I’m back. But I bet they know since Friday’s encounter with the paparazzo. I don’t dwell on it, because I can’t do anything about it. What I can do is try to decide what I’m aiming for this season. And only uncle Kam can help me with that. So the Monday that follows, in the morning, before going to the track I go up to his office, which he got back thanks to me.

“Kam, I need your help with-“  I say while barging in and find Tuna, in his racing suit, holding a cute little sleepy munchkin against his chest.

“What’s that.” I blurt out, frowning. What is he doing in Kam’s office with a baby?