What You Allow Continues. -> What You Tolerate Continues. -> What You Show Interest In Is What Brings

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☆ camellia ☆

♩: camellia - slchld

pairings: haechan x gn!reader. genres: springtime fluff. warnings: casual profanity. synopsis: you're the prettiest flower earth has ever witnessed.

haechan calls you many things. baby. bestie. angel. stink bug. my love. stupid ass. bro. haechan also likes to get you flowers when you least expect flowers because—he tells you—when he’s with you, it’s like spring never left.

when haechan gets you flowers, it’s never a small bundle of five roses picked up from the supermarket or a standard arrangement from an outdated catalogue of an online store. it’s peonies; soft pink buds opening to cream. black pearl lisianthus for date nights and fragrant tuberoses on days when the night feels a little colder than usual. haechan never forgets to let you know that you are loved, treasured. so he sends you peach tulips—sixty-nine of them (you counted and have confronted him about the specific number). sometimes, he leaves a bundle of spring-kissed ranunculuses in your locker and an undercooked cupcake—homemade, you presume. sometimes, he gifts you a single white daisy which he stealthily nicks from his vengeful neighbour’s backyard. he’s done it thrice and has never been caught. 

on one morning in early june, you woke up to blushing spring at your doorsteps; a huge bed of hot pink camellias on a low, round glass vase. that week, your entire living room smelled like spring. 

haechan will probably never tell you this, not because he’s got a lion’s pride, he’s just—get this—shy. when he sat across you in a booth of a rundown diner on the side of a forest highway during a late night drive home from his lacrosse game, and when he watched as you took a large bite of the cheeseburger, smiling, mouth full, at how good the sauce was, haechan knew he wanted you. to be with you. to watch you eat cheeseburgers for the rest of his life.

he wished diners didn’t have to close.

that night, haechan thought about writing you a poem. something short with a bit of edge like dickinson. or perhaps a haiku. but he barely passed literature and rhymes were the least of concerns right now. then he thought of flowers. his form of poetic expression. a sixth love language you never knew existed.

haechan calls you many things. but you love it most when he calls you his camellia. for as long as spring still sings and the sun still shines, you’ll always be his most precious camellia.

© luvm4rk 2022. all rights reserved.

well this hit home

i leave tonight

SUMMARY It’s just you and your soju under the night sky. Oh, and your ex that you haven’t moved on from.

PAIRING lee haechan x gender neutral! reader

GENRE exes au, angst, fluff?

WORD COUNT 1.9k

WARNINGS mentions of drinking, not proofread, my rusty writing

AUTHOR’S NOTE a little something i wrote to get rid of my creative block, some of it’s inspired by frank ocean’s self control. hope you all enjoy! <3

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“To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy.”

— Unknown

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you laugh”

Seokjin x Reader (or oc)

Word count: 1.4K

a/n: Here’s a Jinnie drabble where him and his s/o realize their in love while their laughing, which I think is freaking cute. The whole end of this is just them kissing and laughing. I don’t know, I just like the idea of Jin finding a partner who he can laugh and laugh and laugh with. Even when they’re trying to have a heated kiss. I hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Seokjin must have just told his ninth dad joke of the night, and you were both practically rolling on the ground, choking on your own cackles. Both of you were seated cross-legged on your sofa, facing each other. His face was lit up in delight as his eyes watched you, a loud laugh bursting from his grinning mouth. You were holding your hands over your wide smile, your eyes crinkled so much you could hardly see out of them, and an equally loud laugh booming from your vocal chords.

Looking at him, mid laugh. That’s when you knew.

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“Keep it up and you’re never shoveling my walks again.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.3K

a/n: Hi lovelies! This fic started with the simple idea of Joon and Daisy/reader walking around in the winter time and him being adorable about a small Christmas tree. The rest- well, I don’t know how it came to be but I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

Walking happily down the street, you actively avoided meeting Namjoon’s stare, knowing he was watching you as you smugly swung your shopping bag back and forth. 

“You won’t even look at me,” he huffed and shook his head, though you could hear it in his voice that he was biting back a smile. “You’re so proud of yourself,” he continued his lighthearted complaints. Rolling your eyes, you stepped in front of him, halting his steps, your hand resting on his shoulder to hold him in place. Widening your eyes, you looked at him directly to make your point. “Stop it,” he told you quietly, a small grin breaking through, his dimples appearing as small divots in his cheeks.

“Stop complaining then. And stop glaring at me,” you retorted, Namjoon taking offense.

“I haven’t been glaring,” he defended himself, making you shoot him an expression that said, really?  

“I bought the shoes, get over it,” you shot back, Namjoon’s mouth dropping open as he glanced down at the shopping bag.

A gust of cold wind struck you both, sending his hair flying across the side of his face and a shiver through his tall frame. You were struck with the desire to warm him up.

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“I’m a simple man, love.”

seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.7K

a/n: ok, this is legit just Jin coming home exhausted after dance practice and recording and his lady just helps him get ready for bed. That’s the plot. Thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :)) 

LATELY you’d been having trouble sleeping, just, too much on your mind as the nights grew darker. With your boyfriend still at work, you decided to bake cookies, despite it being nearly 11:30 pm. As the cookies sat in the oven, you leaned over the counter, scrolling through your phone.

The apartment was silent besides the low hum of the TV that you left on for white noise, and yet you still barely heard the front door click shut, the sound of rustling hardly audible. You looked toward the entrance, waiting for your boyfriend to step into view, and when he finally walked further into the apartment he didn’t even look your way as he made a bee line to the sofa, falling onto it carelessly.

You held back a giggle at his lack of awareness, acknowledging he must be exhausted. Grabbing a freshly baked cookie from the previous batch, you made your way to your tired boyfriend, smiling as you approached him, his eyes already closed.

“My love,” you said softly, Jin’s eyes fluttering open, a small adorable smile overtaking his features.

“There she is,” he said as he stretched his arms over his head. “Hi,” he greeted, you smiling widely at how cute he was.

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“You ever wonder what people really want from you?”

— Unknown

“It’s been a long, hard road but I’ve finally found the closure I need to move on. I’ve learned to accept that my all is not always going to be enough and love is neither owed nor earned it either is or it’s not. I gave you the world, but you wanted the stars.”

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“I know, but don’t say it.”

jeonghan x reader genre: angst; fluff word count: 3K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s a Jeonghan fic that was inspired by two songs in particular: “Don’t Go Changing” by Ylona Garcia, and “Beg For You” by Charli XCX feat. Rina Sawayama and Vernon (particularly Vernon’s verse). Jeonghan and reader have sincere feelings for each other but things are complicated. That’s all. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

Watching Jeonghan sleep, you thought back to when you had last seen him before that night. It had been two weeks earlier, and it was a week before that time. Too long, you thought. But that was ok, or at least it had to be, because Jeonghan wasn’t your boyfriend. Admiring his peaceful state as his deep breaths filled the silence of the dimly lit room, you had to remind yourself of that. It didn’t matter that he let himself into your apartment just hours earlier with his own key, or that he had left a hoodie at your place weeks earlier that only left your closet when you wanted to wear it against your skin, and it didn’t even matter that he was naked and asleep in your bed, shrouded in floral sheets that smelled like you. He wasn’t your boyfriend, and things were complicated.

Dragging your gaze over his features, disbelief racked your brain as you processed his existence. It was unfair how pretty he was as he slept, mostly because you were certain you looked less than appealing in slumber, but also because he wasn’t really yours to admire. How dare he be so attractive sleeping in your bed and not be yours. He slept on his side, your comforter draped over his hips leaving just his torso bare for your appreciation. The smooth skin of his chest was tempting you to reach out and place your hand over his heart to feel it’s pulse. You loved the fact that he was alive. And he was there with you. Even if he wasn’t yours. Even if he wasn’t staying.

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