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ink petals | min yoongi (m)
pairing: Yoongi x Reader genre/warnings: tattooartist!yoongi, florist!oc, tattoos, piercings, smut, fluff, angst words: 10.5k summary: when Yoongi turns to your shop for drawing practice inspiration, neither of you could have forseen the way things unfold and just how deep you both would fall.
a/n: Happy Yoongi Day! <3
Wincing at the burn of too-hot tea scalding the end of your tongue, you sigh and let your gaze return to the barren street outside, the light trickle of flowing water against the glass windows all that was left of the sudden autumn rain. The sky was still somewhat grey, not quite yet clear from the clouds, and you easily found yourself getting lost in the blue that was cracking through.
It’d been a quiet season in general in the shop, but even more so than normal this morning, and not even just in the flower shop but out on the street as well. But, what more could you really expect from a Monday morning?
You’re staring down at the leftover crumbs from your toasted croissant you’d nabbed from the café on the corner for lunch when the warmth of your shop is interrupted by a painfully cold rush of air. Your eyes shoot up at the chiming bells’ cue of a visitor, readying your face with a polite smile even before you connect gazes with the possible customer.
Their back is turned to you as they push the door closed against the wind, and it gives you time to brush the paper bag into the bin below the counter before they spin to face you, but you could already tell by the sheer width of their shoulders that it was man.
“Hi, can I help you with something?” Your voice crackles slightly from lack of use and you clear your throat quietly, a natural smile curving your lips as he meets your eyes, and you’re caught off guard at the depth of his. Long pale fingers interrupted with scrawls of black on his knuckles lift to pull the scarf that’s wrapped around his chin open and down his chest and it takes you a moment to realize its tattoos adorning his skin.
“I mean, I’m not really sure what I’m actually after so I can’t say for sure.” Now that his scarf is lining the lapels of his thick coat you can see a peek of more black designs breaking the neckline of his t-shirt and disappearing beneath. He gives you a warm smile as he crosses towards the arranged buckets of single flowers, and you pull yourself from your stool to meet him.
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Love is for the birds baby!
Summary: You refuse to believe in love. It’s a concept created by big corporations like hallmark to get sad saps like you to buy their shit. But it’s all fake. You’re convinced of that at least until a series of events with a certain tattoo artist who you loved to hate makes you question everything you’ve ever known.
Pairing: Tattoo artist!Yoongi x (fem) reader
Genre/Warnings: Romance, slow burn, fluff, comedy, smut warnings include: unsafe sex (always wear a condom), oral sex (male & fem receiving), multiple orgasms, spanking, light breath play, mentions of squirting. Non smut warnings for lots of cussing. Lots.
Word Count: 13.3K
A/N: A special shout out to @mzpandylu for inspiring me with such odd dialogue. Also challenge accepted, a quivering starfish is mentioned.
Love is a completely abstract and intangible concept to you, at least romantic love is. There are many forms of love. Familial love is a concept you sort of understand, let’s just say that your home life wasn’t the greatest but you do at least understand the concept. Platonic love you completely understand. But romantic love? You very secretly yearn to understand it, desperately trying to figure out how the fuck some people get so lucky that the spark happens. You’ve dated, sure. But try as you might none of them have ever made your head spin or your heart sing. Lust you get. You’ve had plenty of flings and even some longer relationships, but love? Love is for the birds baby.
You refuse, absolutely refuse, to admit that you have in any way shape or form an interest in this bizarre concept that is the investment and endeavor of romantic love. You’ve carefully hidden away all of your fanfics and all of your shojo mangas and all of the things that others would say is honestly completely normal to keep questions at bay. You know that your friends are interested in love, and unlike you they have no shame in admitting it. They talk about it all the time. They fall in ‘love’ with each man they date. But you’re convinced that’s not love. It’s something more than like, sure you’ll give them that but you’re sure that it’ll all end eventually. Love isn’t sustainable because it’s all a lie. Maybe you’re too romantic at being romantic, perhaps you’ve just been suckered into all these stories into believing that a whirlwind romance is possible until one day the crushing realization that it wasn’t possible occurred. That the sparks of electricity and burning hot embers of passion aren’t sustainable and aren’t indicative of love.
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the thing is: i love yoongi. its simple to fall for him, and this incredible fanfic gave me a whole new yoongi to fall in love with. I just wish some crazy scientist created an ia and fucking gave it to me so I could fulfill my yoongi desires but that's real life (btw I've read a fic about this a few weeks ago) anyWAYS adored it, honey! you write so well and I'm happy to read it today. thanks for writing this masterpiece! 🖤
Love is for the birds baby!
Summary: You refuse to believe in love. It’s a concept created by big corporations like hallmark to get sad saps like you to buy their shit. But it’s all fake. You’re convinced of that at least until a series of events with a certain tattoo artist who you loved to hate makes you question everything you’ve ever known.
Pairing: Tattoo artist!Yoongi x (fem) reader
Genre/Warnings: Romance, slow burn, fluff, comedy, smut warnings include: unsafe sex (always wear a condom), oral sex (male & fem receiving), multiple orgasms, spanking, light breath play, mentions of squirting. Non smut warnings for lots of cussing. Lots.
Word Count: 13.3K
A/N: A special shout out to @mzpandylu for inspiring me with such odd dialogue. Also challenge accepted, a quivering starfish is mentioned.
Love is a completely abstract and intangible concept to you, at least romantic love is. There are many forms of love. Familial love is a concept you sort of understand, let’s just say that your home life wasn’t the greatest but you do at least understand the concept. Platonic love you completely understand. But romantic love? You very secretly yearn to understand it, desperately trying to figure out how the fuck some people get so lucky that the spark happens. You’ve dated, sure. But try as you might none of them have ever made your head spin or your heart sing. Lust you get. You’ve had plenty of flings and even some longer relationships, but love? Love is for the birds baby.
You refuse, absolutely refuse, to admit that you have in any way shape or form an interest in this bizarre concept that is the investment and endeavor of romantic love. You’ve carefully hidden away all of your fanfics and all of your shojo mangas and all of the things that others would say is honestly completely normal to keep questions at bay. You know that your friends are interested in love, and unlike you they have no shame in admitting it. They talk about it all the time. They fall in ‘love’ with each man they date. But you’re convinced that’s not love. It’s something more than like, sure you’ll give them that but you’re sure that it’ll all end eventually. Love isn’t sustainable because it’s all a lie. Maybe you’re too romantic at being romantic, perhaps you’ve just been suckered into all these stories into believing that a whirlwind romance is possible until one day the crushing realization that it wasn’t possible occurred. That the sparks of electricity and burning hot embers of passion aren’t sustainable and aren’t indicative of love.
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