Markiemelon Library

markiemelon library

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shhhh. you’re in the markiemelon library

🫧 everything is fluff and sfw !!!

◌ 127

johnny ┊͙

tall boy

jaehyun ┊͙

home run! miss you already ordinary 8:30pm

mark ┊͙

play something fool 12:19pm cool. eye for an eye

you look good in red you look good in red pt 2 focus

double take

haechan ┊͙

3:13am 11:37pm biscuit boy teddy bear

my everything

◌ DREAM

renjun ┊͙

all along that boy kiss it better

jeno ┊͙

dirty dishes race you there bedtime story pillows

jaemin ┊͙

why’re you hitting yourself chubby bunny breakfast

chenle ┊͙

5:47pm

jisung ┊͙

9:35am tangerine love chewing gum

◌ WAYV

xiaojun ┊͙

mint choco make a wish

yangyang ┊͙

umbrella

◌ WISH

riku ┊͙

snow devil

sion ┊͙

can’t help myself

◌ RIIZE

—nothing here yet! go ahead and request!—

FYI my requests are always open… tell me what you wanna read! i just ask that you keep it sfw. now enjoy yourself some markiemelon~

biscuit boy

fluff . no warnings ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔ ♡

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 ^ ^

omg then can i please request some jeno fluff 🥺🥺

dirty dishes

fluff ☁︎

no warnings!

pairings boyfriend!jeno x gn!reader

boyfriend au | established relationship

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— {3:46pm} ༉‧₊˚✧

“jeno you’ve been cleaning your apartment all dayyyy” you tugged on your boyfriend’s arm as he stood facing the kitchen sink. “can we please watch a movie now?” you pout, putting your hands on his shoulder, leaning against him.

“it’s not my fault you used a separate dish for every bowl of ramen you had today!!!!”

you had nothing to say, so you responded with moving your eyes side to side.

jeno turned to you to tap your nose with his pink gloves, getting a dot of soap on the tip of it. “ewwww jeno that’s gross!!” you whined, wiping the soap off your nose and onto jeno’s sleeve. he giggled at the sight.

“i’m almost done. just wait for me on the couch.” jeno reassured you.

“no,” you wrapped your arms around jeno’s waist, giving him a back hug. “i’ll stay here.”

jeno smirked to himself. he continued his task as you watched from around his shoulder, still holding onto him.

“y/n i cant do the dishes with you hugging me.” jeno laughed.

“well it’s not so easy for me to hug you while you’re doing the dishes!!!” you shouted back. “so hurry up.”

a few more minutes pass, and even with limited mobility, jeno finally finishes the last dish.

jeno turns off the faucet and dries his hands, turning around to look at you. “so what do you wanna watch?.” he asks, smiling at you.

“oh so now you wanna watch a movie…” you question him, crossing your arms.

“well i assume you wouldn’t wanna eat off of a dirty dish…”

“you’re a dirty dish…” you scoffed, pulling his head down for you to reach, kissing his cheek.

“well you just kissed the dirty dish.” he teased you.

you cupped his cheeks with your hands and brought his face up close to yours, looking into his eye smile.

“and i suggest you stop before i slap the dirty dish.”

thank you so so much for the request!!! i was actually already gonna write something for jeno, but i forgot and wrote it for mark instead… but anyway, feel free to leave requests in my ask box!!!!

and as always, thx for reading!!!!

-🍉

genre: fluff,

pairings: bestfriend!haechan x gn!reader

no warnings!

{11:37pm} ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆

you watch your bestfriend!haechan in admiration as he devotes all his attention to the screen in front of him, flashing lights onto his face, making his eyes beam. slightly behind him so he wouldn’t notice you staring, you prop your head up by holding your cheek against your palm, leaning against the coffee table that stayed level to your shoulder, as the two of you were sitting on the floor. you thought he looked cute with one ear uncovered by his headphones. why did he look so cute? you weren’t completely unaware of your feelings. you knew you liked haechan…you just couldn’t admit it. you loved the nights you stayed at his house for a little while after you worked on projects together before your parents came to pick you up. gaze still fixed towards the screen, haechan breaks the silence.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

“when are you gonna stop staring at me?”

being caught off-guard, you swallow.

“oh…well i”

“keep doing it.”

your eyebrows raise and your lips form a slight pout.

haechan realized what he just said.

“i mean keep looking at me like a creep you weirdo, I dare you.” he scoffs in attempt to recover himself.

you lowered your head a little in embarrassment, rubbing the nape of your neck harshly. conveniently, the room was dark, but you were a blushing mess. it went quiet again, only slightly hearing muffled fighting sound effects through haechan’s headphones that the volume was way too high on, and the click-clack of haechan spamming all the buttons on his controller. now you and haechan were leaning against the coffee table, side by side. all the bright lights really tired your eyes out, so you shut them, resting your head onto your knees. now you were rolled into a ball. haechan made fun of you then instead he moved your head onto his shoulder. you can feel haechan’s rapid pulse. He awkwardly clears his throat. “psh. see, now you don’t look ridiculous.. ahh y/n, what am i gonna do with you… better yet, what would you do without me?” he irritably shakes his head as he prides himself playfully.

“i don’t know.” you muttered.

“you don’t know what?”

“i don’t know what i would do without you hyuck.”

haechan flicks your forehead but you were too tired to react.

“i think im in love with you haechan.” you mumbled half asleep into haechan’s shoulder.

haechan’s heart was pounding.

“get off! you’re drooling on my favorite shirt!”

you were shaken off haechan’s shoulder, and now you two were staring at each other. haechan staring more thoughtfully, while you just kind of sat there obliviously. you had no idea what was happening, all you knew was that you were with haechan, and you really, really liked him. your lips curled into a smile and once again you confessed. “i really like you haechan.” you giggled. but that’s what brought you to your senses. you realized what just happened and haechan noticed the panic starting to set in. but before you could even think straight, haechan leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead, the same place he flicked you a second ago, ironically enough. he followed that by saying “well that’s too bad… because i don’t like you at all.” you knew he was teasing you, so you attempted to scowl through your forming smile and red cheeks, and when you tried to stand up, haechan pulled you back to him. he pinched your cheek. “…cute.” but then the moment was ruined. “geez what happened to your face? you look like a tomato with a severe skin condition, you’re so red.” haechan teased. “you are too.” you talked back, and pushed haechan over. you broke into a fit of laughter, while haechan tried so hard to keep a smile from forming on his face. it all made a little too much sense. you’ve known haechan all throughout your childhood but recently you’ve laughed a little harder at his jokes, you’ve noticed you twirl your hair and twiddle your thumbs around him. it’s actually really weird, so you wish it didn’t feel as right as it did, but you just can’t help it. you cant help but love lee donghyuck.

thx for reading! xoxo mwah

haechan x gn!reader

no warnings ʚĭɞ

3:13am —

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your head felt heavy, and so did your eyelids. being an extremely light sleeper, you were woken up by the noise of the ac turning on after a long period of the room being still and quiet. you were still half asleep, feeling your head gently rise up and down with haechan’s steady breathing, hearing the cool air rush through the vents, bringing a faint buzzing noise with it as it filled the room with a refreshing sensation. you were so unbothered. there you lied awake on haechan’s chest, taking in every single detail you could absorb of this eerie yet peaceful moment.

thx for reading (requests always open)

play something

fluff!

pairing: gn!reader x crush!mark

highschool au, crush au, classmate au

{8:07am} ☆･:* ׂׂૢ༘ ⋆

you and your crush!mark had first period together, orchestra. you played the cello and mark played the piano to accompany the orchestra. you’ve had a crush on mark for a really long time now, and your heart fluttered every time you were around him. you see mark settling down at the piano, pulling some sheet music out of his backpack that was slightly crinkled at the corners. you walked over and took a seat on the wooden bench mark was sitting on, that was just big enough for the two of you to share. “play something.” mark requested nudging your shoulder with his. you could feel your heart almost bursting out of your chest. you could also play the piano, and so you naturally began to press down the keys in such a way that it created a beautiful melody from the notes you were reading so easily yet carefully from the sheet that laid flat on the top of the glossy piano. you pressed a wrong key, causing the harmonies to clash dissonantly, and with that having been done, you let out a huff while you smiled and turned to the boy to your left, whom to your surprise, was already staring right at you. you swallowed then cleared your throat. “uh do you mind if i borrow this sheet music? it’s really pretty and i wou-”

“you’re really pretty.”

you stared at mark blankly.

“uhhh i mean. yeah sure of course. ill give it to you after class…” mark coughed, jolting his head a little, causing the lightweight hair covering his forehead to bounce. you thought it was really cute. after class, mark handed you the paper. “thank youuu! ill give this back to you tomorrow morning!” you waved to mark as he walked the opposite direction down the hall. you couldn’t help but notice something written on the back in pen that you could see bleeding through the thin white sheet. you flipped over the page, met with a little note that read:

hi y/n, I really like you. do you like me too??? (pls respond)

- mark ♡

with all the butterflies in your stomach, you could have sworn you were floating. did mark really like you back???

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finally home, you ran into your room, jumping onto your bed squealing after burying your face into your pillow and kicking your legs in the air. you grab the sheet music from your backpack and pick up a pencil that was conveniently already on your desk. you pressed down on the worn down eraser of the mechanical pencil a few times, dispensing the stick of led out some more before writing:

yes, i like you

in response, right under mark’s note. you didn’t even bother actually practicing the song.

⋆｡˚ ☆ ୭̥° next morning

the bell just barely rang. you walk into the classroom to find mark standing up, gently leaning against the piano, twiddling his thumbs as his mind seemed to be somewhere else. you walk up to him. “here, mark.” extending your arms, holding the paper with both of your hands, looking up comfortably at the not-so-tall but taller-than-you boy. without even a small gesture in response to you, the first thing mark does is flip the page over to the backside in hopes to find your reply, as if he had been anticipating it.

marks eyes widen and his ears turn red.

you and mark exchange nervous smiles.

thanks for reading !