love is not over

hi lovely people,

I’ve been on tumblr for years now, but I always just used it as an inspiration board where I reblogged things, that I liked. Last year I somehow found myself starting my first BTS related sideblog @smalltownrecs and it was one of the best decisions ever. Because tumblr became,not only a place to swoon over BTS but also a place where I found a lot of amazing people. I hit my first milestone, so I think it’s finally time for my first follow forever/ mutual appreciation post.

I’m not the most social person in the world, my tags aren’t full of me screaming and I’m pretty bad at keeping up with tags, but I see and love every single one of you, whether you’re a follower, mutual or don’t really have a clue how you got here :D 

To keep a long story short: THANK YOU! 

❥ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

❥ Genre: fluff with the tiniest bit of angst, Christmas themed, established relationship, idol AU

❥ Warnings: holiday cheer

❥ Word Count: 1000+

Summary: Miracles come in many forms—yours happens to come in the form of Min Yoongi.

A/N: this is for @bangtan-bookclub‘s fic exchange and is dedicated to the sweet @carrotgguk. hope you enjoy my gift for you meg!

Another night alone. You sigh, blowing out the steam rising from your mug of hot chocolate. Staring blankly at the Christmas film playing on the TV, the text Yoongi had sent you hours ago superimposes on the screen. The words repeat in your head, a mantra of reassurance.

i’ll be home soon!

The incessant whistling of the wind mocks you: a fucking blizzard, who would have thought? Certainly not you… certainly not Yoongi either. The sweet promise of ‘soon’ becomes even more improbable with each minute and hour, the harsh winds outside made sure of that.

You take a sip from your mug, trying to keep yourself awake. You shrug off the warm duvet, hoping the cold air sneaking in through your window would force your eyes open. You slap your cheeks, hoping the pain would force the fatigue out of you.

Checking the time: it’s 2 AM… You just hope he’s safe, wherever he is.

And just then, a Christmas miracle arrives on your doorstep. You had questioned their reality then, brushing it off as just another fantasy others loved to perpetuate. But, for a second you almost believe in it. You almost start to believe in the concept of such miracles when you open the door to find your boyfriend, shivering before you.

“Merry Christmas?” Yoongi greets you, unsure with a crooked grin to match.

You do not know how to react, but it seems your body acts much quicker than your mind. Your arms wrap around him, not even caring about the melted snow that seeps through your sweater.

“I was so worried,” comes out muffled from his parka and various layers of clothing. You tighten your hold around him, as if the blizzard would whisk him away to some far, unknown land—as if to feel if Yoongi really is here, with you.

“You’re acting like I just came back from my military enlistment,” Yoongi chuckles, smile straightening out. His arms wrap around you, giving you a tight squeeze as well and a kiss on the cheek.

You feel his smile on your skin—his happiness is so contagious that it tugs the corner of your lips into a small smile of your own.

“Still…” is your futile attempt at a retort as both of you somehow shuffle inside your shared apartment, tangled limbs and all.

“How did you even get here with all the snow?” You pull away from Yoongi, just enough to see his face.

He shrugs. “I guess miracles do happen.” A final kiss on your forehead as Yoongi pulls away to take off his jacket. “That, or I just got really lucky.”

Both of you laugh—miracle, Christmas magic, luck or whatever is out there… you’re just glad to have him here.

Plop. You feel Yoongi’s weight dip the couch, and the warmth of a duvet wrapping around you both: a reminder that his presence isn’t an illusion or one of those dreams.  It’s odd—to look for such trivial things, but it reminds you that this is real. This is all real and this is all happening. He’s home and he’s right next to you.

It’s such a rarity to find Yoongi here, in his own home. You almost expect Santa to come crawling down your chimney. You don’t even have one.

“What do you wanna watch?” Yoongi breaks you out of your thoughts of phantom chimneys and possibly seeing him home more often. His hand finds yours with ease as the other holds the remote. “Guess we gotta use up the free trial as much as we can,” he mumbles, idly browsing through the selections of movies and TV shows on Netflix.

“You’re part of a millionaire music group, what would you need free trials for?” you tease, nudging your elbow into his side.

Yoongi falls silent for a moment-“… Wealth is a lofty concept-” and picks the first movie he sees.

Not even ten minutes in. “God, this movie is so fucking cheesy. I don’t understand why they thought this was a good plot? It doesn’t even make any sense,” you say before you can catch yourself. Apprehension takes form in a flush that travels to your cheeks. God, why don’t you just shut up and enjoy? You chastise yourself for speaking up, silently praying that Yoongi wouldn’t say anything.

“I think this undercover inspector plot is very fitting for a Christmas movie.”

His reply gives you an odd sense of relief, the tightness in your chest going away. It reminds you again why you would never let him go.

You roll your eyes to feign annoyance. “Indeed, very clever. I think this storyline is too much for my non-intellectual brain to process… My last few brain cells are struggling.”

“I agree—this storyline is far too complex for us to comprehend. Only those of great minds can truly grasp the deep message of this film… and those minds are not ours.” Yoongi continues your act. Yet another reason why you love him so much, always willing to play along with your silly antics.

“Let’s watch another movie.” He gets the remote. “Heathers?” he asks, knowing it’s your favorite.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” Your arms wrap around him again, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he laughs at your response.

The movie plays and his arms find their way around you as well. It’s like muscle memory at this point. You fit into every crevice, each little nook and cranny. The thought is cheesy, but you really did fit into each other like puzzle pieces. While jigsaws aren’t your favorite, you would solve this one again and again, if it meant being close to him like this.

i hate this so much but this knowledge is too powerful to keep from you all.

last night @phaltu discovered that setting your font to comic sans in google docs improves writing speed and creativity by an insane amount. “no” i said and “die” but then i tried it and god. i wish it wasn’t this way. i wish it wasn’t true. i wish i could protect you all from this but it’s real. 

something about this font is so disarming. something about this font lets you look past the shape of the words and into their soul. i’ve never written so much as i did last night, on my phone, at 2am, in comic sans.

Nostalgia. The word sounds wistful falling from your lips. You turn it over and over again, wanting to return. “But to what … to who,” you wonder. Pull back the veil and fade into your most profound memories — hopeful, somber, torturous. Do not fear the depth of your emotions, but instead, take pen to paper and lay them bare. For the season of winter, AoW encourages writers (both within and outside of the network) to create a work that explores the feeling of past emotions that are dredged up through memory.

Here are some possible prompt examples/ideas:

• An immortal with a wall of pictures of loved ones whom they’ve outlived.

• The one that got away.

• Realizing that the holidays aren’t as fun as it was back when you were a kid.

• Childhood sweethearts.

• Seeing the person you shared your first kiss with.

Rules:

• There is no maximum or minimum length requirement for your work, as long as it is finished before or on Thursday 31 January.

• All genres and styles of work will be accepted.

• Feel free to not use these prompts or use your own. As long as it goes with the theme of ‘Nostalgia’.

• As this is a BTS writing network, we will only accept BTS fics.

• As stated above, this prompt is open to everyone so please feel free to share this post with your friends and other networks.

• Collaboration is allowed and encouraged.

• Please place trigger warnings at the beginning of your work. If there are none, please state so.

• Clearly state that this is part of the Winter Nostalgia Collection and tag with #armyofwriters. This will ensure all works are reblogged and compiled into a final post at the end of the month. If your work is not reblogged please contact one of the admins.

“Maybe I can never fly”, you can really fly Jin♥

Jin’s birthday countdown ★ d-3 ★ his (incredibly underrated) stage presence 

seokjin through the eras (no more dream ~ idol)

You’re welcome! Thank you lots for these asks, writing about these guys in relationships are giving me many feels. haha

I think he’d be really into people (since I don’t know his preferences) that are sweet (we’ve seen how flustered he gets when he sees cute people doing aegyo) and calm but that will have enough temper to deal with him. Will yell at him when he needs to be yelled at, answer back when he’s (unintentionally or not) rude. Will be fine by just hanging out at home or doing simple but cute things for dates (like, nothing too elaborate and no need to make huge public displays of affection). He needs someone that is as laid back as he is, you know? That will love to talk about many different subjects (the person has to be smart) but won’t be too agitated or constantly talkative. And has to be patient. lol Someone that will understand that he just likes to be quiet on his own sometimes, doing his work in peace. So the person definitely can’t be the jealous type, or the needy type. An independent person would be best. Not that he won’t be there for the person when they need it, he really will, but Yoongi certainly can’t handle drama. Someone that will quietly sit beside him when he’s sad about something that he doesn’t want to talk about. So someone that is clever at reading people since Yoongi won’t express himself efficiently. Will make him talk even when he doesn’t want to since keeping everything to himself is not healthy, but will also respect his space when it’s fit. Above all, someone that will be able to see under his bickering and that will be as good-hearted as he is. 

(sounds like a lot of work but ISN’T THIS BABY WORTH IT?)

I don’t think he minds the appearance of the person too much, like… He probably has a type (I’d think it’s more of a lovely, cute type) but will only love the person if they have a great personality as well. Also sometimes I feel like he has some kind of oppa kink. lmao But that might not fit his personality at all, ‘cause he truly needs a mature person for the relationship to be healthy for both. I guess he’ll learn that with time.

#16: I never meant to hurt you. or, when you’re seeing life with him flashing like dots before your eyes. jung hoseok. angst. cheating. 484 words.

notes: three hoseoks in a row woot woot!! I’m actually sorry that I did him so dirty in this one orz

( wyfa masterlist )

“Hoseok, listen— please. Listen. I’m sorry.”

What saddens you more than his back turned to you – the same back that you so dearly loved watching go in the kitchen, to fetch some more snacks for your movie nights, when you used to spend the time at his place – was seeing him look over his shoulder at you once more, eyes full of disappointment, and hurt. They weren’t supposed to be like this, they were supposed to be bright, so full of light— not like this.

Those beautiful eyes, now, feel like a long lost memory now.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, voice echoing in your skull cruelly as if it was mocking you, reminding you that it was all just your damn fault, and he was dragged into it when he had nothing to do with it. “You’ve always been so good to me. I messed up. I’m so, so, so sorry. Isn’t— isn’t there a way for me to fix this?”

Hoseok looks at you for a time that feels like forever. Wind ruffles his soft locks, and blows open the scarf around his neck. You resist the urge to brush them back to their place like you used to. He looks so calm, that it scares you. It scares you more than that one time when a car ran the red and had barely brushed against him. That was one scary time.

“Well. Do you love me?” he asks, and it’s the first time he’s spoken up since your endless pleading.

“I do,” you reply promptly. “I love you, Hoseok.” And you know you do, you’ve repeated those words thousands and thousands of times, at his place, holding hands, kissing him goodbye on his cheek first and then on his lips, when you laid next to each other one morning, and that one evening he drove you out of the city and you watched the stars together.

He licks his lips. “I love you too, you know. But… do you love him?”

You are taken aback by his question, and you know that you should tell him that no, you love him only, that the other person was no one compared to him. But words just won’t come out from your dry mouth.

Hoseok smiles at you, nostalgic, when you are taking a moment too long to reply. “Then I don’t think there’s a way to fix this.”

“Hoseok, please. I’m sorry, I’m— a mess. I never meant to hurt you like this—”

“You might have not meant it,” he says, soft eyes and tone so sad that it breaks your heart. You don’t think you’ve seen Hoseok sadder than he is in this moment. “But… you did anyway. You can’t control your feelings, I guess. Thanks for trying anyway, though.”

hi anonie!! I deadass talk to like three (3) people but I love all my mutuals!!

@bibimins; @triviamang; @chimchurro; @namtooris; @jeons-wasabi; @honeylovecult; @mintemps; @ilovtaes; @chimimy; @wetbts; @lovelyyyoongi; @nambewb; @chubsjiminiie; @chim-chimmie; @magu1lera; @isearchedtheyooniverse; @bangbangtanplaza; @louvresdemiel; @jinie; @bangtanstanst; @taerivia; @hugseoks; @jhsdaydreams; @agusmyg; @myghurts; @guktwt; @gukksbby; dhhshs if I forgot anyone I’m so sorry :(

so all of these people just overall made me come out of my shell since joining this hellsite and for that I’m thankful 💕 seeing these people pop up on my dashboard and seeing the content they make, them interacting with their friends, or even just the things they feel are worth reblogging makes me happy that all of us are such different people and in different places but we’re all united as a community because we’re all in love with seven idiots hahsshgd (and I say that with 100% fondness)