A Bit About Markiemelon

a bit about markiemelon 💭

minor! ₊˚ʚ she/her

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a : just imagines i write in my free time…

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tall boy＾＾

fluff ☆彡

pairing: short gn!reader x tall classmate!johnny

highschool setting | highschool au

johnny has always teased you.

you’ve known each other since 4th grade yet still throughout your high school years, johnny never misses an opportunity to get you worked up.

even though he was really only an inconvenience, you enjoyed having classes with johnny.

“hey give it back!”

you whine as johnny lifted up your pencil case higher into the air, extending his arm way up out of your reach, taking it as far as stepping up onto a chair, allowing him to briefly brush against the considerably low ceiling with his fingertips.

“mm-mm.”

johnny proudly shakes his head no.

you’ve watched johnny grow up. you’ve seen how he’s changed and grown, and how much taller he’s gotten. and as much as you hated it, for some reason your heart couldn’t help but flutter a little when he did things like this to tease you, taking advantage of the huge height different between the two of you.

“i said give it back you bozo.”

you jumped up and down and flailed your arms in the air in hopes you could grasp onto your belongings. you only looked ridiculous.

his lips curled into a smile.

“and what if i don’t...” johnny said tauntingly as he lowered his head to your level, keeping his chin up, squinting his eyes as he shook his head side to side to appear playfully intimidating.

a bit flustered at the sudden proximity of his face to yours, you tried to find your words.

“then i’ll- then i’ll- i’ll-”

you were cut off by the abrupt silence of the room and the familiar voice of your teacher.

johnny eagerly rushed back to his desk.

all the attention is on you. confused, you look around and notice all the heads turned your direction…your hands still in the air, slowly making their way back to the sides of your torso.

“good morning students, welcome to class.” your teacher cleared his throat. “y/n, do we have a problem here?”

you were bright red from the embarrassment of your entire class staring right at you after making a scene.

“no sir… my apologies.” you blurted out with cracks in your voice.

johnny glared at you from the side of his eye in amusement, but also just as much fear, as you locked eyes with him.

“johnny suh i’m gonna kill you…” you threatened under your breath, while giving an awkward reassuring smile to your teacher before heading to your seat.

johnny tensed up.

hi this is the first thing like this that ive ever written so ya i hope you liked it

also i have no idea what im doing

ur account is rlly sweet will stalk later 🤩 we're now fRIENDS

omgggggg thank you so much bff !!! (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

fluff ☁︎

no warnings!

pairings: idol!mark x gn!reader

{12:19pm} ❁

in reality, you were just like any other fan.

you hear your boyfriend!mark walk into your apartment after making a quick trip to the store. you ran and clinged on to him before he could even shut the door behind him. “oh hi” mark giggled, dropping the bag in his hands to wrap his arms around you too. “mark” your voice quivered. “yeah?” mark questioned. “i love you so much” you said with it turning into a whisper. “I love you too.” mark stuttered, a bit flustered at the sudden change in mood. he pulled you tighter to his chest, bringing your head in with his hand on the nape of your neck, and rested his chin on your head. “are you okay?” he asked a bit hesitantly. “mhm” you mumbled into his sweatshirt. “i just cant believe it.” “you cant believe what?” mark instinctively tilted his head attentively. taking your head off his chest, you cup his cheeks and look up at the flustered boy. you started to tear up. “i cant believe this. i just cant believe you’re here right in front of me. i cant believe im looking at you. i cant believe you’re listening to what im saying right now. i cant believe im touching you. i cant believe you’re mine, mark. i cant believe you’re real and that-” before you could say more, mark tilted your chin up to place a kiss on your blabbering lips. “did that feel real?” mark smiled and wiped your tear that finally fell. “i love youuuu” mark said smushing your cheeks together with one hand. “thank you.” you attempted to say with mark still squishing your mouth. “for what?” his eyebrows raise, hand still on your face. “thank you for loving me.”

but you really were just like any other fan, only now when you said i love you, you received the same words in response.

hiii thx for reading!!!

biscuit boy

fluff . no warnings ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

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baker!haechan x gn!reader

you made your usual stop at the cafe on your way to work. pleasantly not-surprised to see him behind the counter. it all started when you needed a gift for your co-worker’s birthday, conveniently coming across the cafe that very morning on your way to work.

you walked inside to see a cute boy around your age working in the back. when asked your order, you almost blatantly asked who that boy was. but you simply asked for one of those little biscuits shaped like bears, pointing to the one on display in the glass cabinet, lit with yellow light. “that might be a little while, if you don’t mind the wait.” the man said to you. “sure, that’s alright.” truthfully, you didn’t have much time. but you wanted to get a better look at the boy. “you can go ahead and have a seat, we’ll call you when it’s ready... and haechan, get started on the biscuits.”

and so you sat, focusing on the boy who must be haechan, as he was the only other person there, with the cafe just barely being opened for the day.  you don’t even drink coffee, but ever since that day a couple months ago, you’ve stopped by that cafe nearly every morning. it used to be right on your way to work, but you’ve since been fired. now in recent mornings you find yourself going out of your way to make the stop, yet still, you do so.

you cherish the bits of information you exchange with haechan in the small talk you share, as you’re usually the only one there with him first thing in the morning. it’s gotten to the point where haechan has your order memorized and already ready before you get there, but you still stay to talk to him regardless.

you wish you could get to know him more. but little did you know, haechan has been putting bits and pieces together about you. he’s picked up on some of your small habits, like how you always put your bag on the table first before sitting down, and how you instinctively check where your name was written on the box your order came in to see if it was spelled right. haechan wants to know you more too.

the reason he started to prepare your order before you got there was to test whether or not you would still stay to talk to him. and from your little conversations, he knows you got fired from that job, about you going out of your way, and how you don’t even like coffee. leading him to assume that perhaps, maybe you come there every morning for him. maybe it was bold of him to assume, but even so, it gave him the confidence to take a step closer to you.

it was another morning. nothing new. haechan handed you your box and naturally you look for the little line that held a place for your name. there was a bit of a surprise this time though. i mean, you name was on it, however it was followed by a question. “y/n, can i please have your number??”

you looked over to haechan who was staring at you, leaning against the counter with his elbows, resting is head in his hand with a big smile on his face. he tapped a little notepad with his finger and gently pushed it across the counter, away from him, and closer to you. you picked up the conveniently placed notepad and pen and proceeded to write down the digits to your phone number. “here.” you set down the notepad. “im gonna be late for work.” you speed walked out of the cafe before haechan could say anything else.

later that day~

text from [unknown number]

hi, y/n??? it’s me. the boy who makes your biscuits.

new number added to contacts as biscuit boy

thx for reading ! hope you enjoyed ^ ^

cool.

fluff ☁︎

pairings classmate!mark x gn!reader

—{6:03pm} ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

you were at mark’s house to work on a project you were partners for. you only met mark a few months back, but you were pretty close. the two of you happened to have most of your classes together, so naturally you got to know each other quickly. you and mark have always been kinda flirty, and it was safe for both of you to assume that you liked each other. mark has been wanting to make his move for a while, but always misses his timing. so he saw tonight as an opportunity to actually ask you out.

for the past 2 hours or so, you’ve been sitting at the desk up against the wall in his room, going through your slides presentation. your eyes are getting tired so you close them for a minute, subtly swaying side to side, trying to keep your balance and not pass out onto the desk.

“oh yeah did you ever do the research for the second slide?” … “y/n?”

when you didn’t answer, mark glanced over to you, seeing you fighting to keep your head up. mark saw this as a perfect opportunity for him. he gently pulled your head to lay on his shoulder. he smiled proudly to himself. he stopped talking, trying to let you rest. getting a blurry glimpse of mark’s hands typing on the keyboard through your slightly opened eyelids, you were almost asleep. that was until mark’s mom opened the door briefly, before awkwardly apologizing and closing the door. the sudden noise jolted you up off of mark’s shoulder.

mark cleared his throat. “uhm, so im just finishing up this slide.”

“sorry, i was just really tired.” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

you stood up to stretch your legs and wandered around mark’s room a little. you noticed the guitar propped up against the corner of the room. you sit on the floor with the guitar in your hands and begin to strum it cluelessly.

“that sounds awful.” mark laughed, turning around in his spinny office chair to face you.

“here look.” mark sighs, walking over to you. he sat behind you, putting his arms around your back to get a grip on the guitar. with his hand, he guided your fingers into different positions on the frets to form simple chords, moving your other hand under his to strum the strings.

your eyes were fixed to his face that was so concentrated on the strings, looking at them from over your shoulder. he looked so cute with his determined expression.

“see, that’s how you play an e minor chor-” eyebrows raised, blinking a few times, mark was startled to see you staring at him. you didn’t look away though, observing how mark’s ears turn red, and feeling his palms get hotter as they still lied on top of your hands. it seemed mark was about to say something because he took a small breath in, but before any words left his mouth, you kissed him on his cheek. now the peaceful stillness of the room was becoming a bit awkward, so you break eye contact and switch your attention back to the guitar. “wait so how do you play this thing again?” your interest in the guitar only lasted for a moment, before mark leaned in closer to you, connecting his lips with yours to place a short but sweet kiss. both of your hearts beating so quickly, nearly jumping into one another’s chests.

“i think now might be a good time to tell you that i like you.” mark scratched the back of his neck, looking away from you.

“i like you too mark.” you said, looking at the back of his head turning towards you again.

“oh cool. cool.” he sucks in his lips nodding his head slowly.

“soo uhhh….” he continues, “do you.. i mean.. are.. or- can i-”

you helped him out, as he was clearly struggling. “will you be my boyfriend mark?”

“yes.”

you were smiling like an idiot.

“cool.”

hi thanks for reading xoxo …i should really branch out to writing for more of the neos