Yoongi Kind Of Angst? - Tumblr Posts
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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