temporary distance

"Long Distance Relationships"

I don’t think people understand how difficult being in a long distance relationship can be. You have great moments where you FaceTime and laugh and makes jokes and talk all night until you fall asleep. You text cute Goodmorning text, you text cute goodluck text and all the I love yous and I’m in love with yous but then there are the not so great moments where you cry on the phone, you argue, you feel like just giving it all up, you start second guessing. But I don’t think anyone understand not even yourself how throughout all of that your love for that person just continues to carve even deeper and everyday the thought of even letting them go scares you. It feels utterly impossible to fall so in love with someone so far away but there you are falling in love all over again every single day. Losing them is like losing yourself. They’ve become so important to you that you feel as if though you cannot function without them. Everyone says to “Never depend on someone else to make you happy” but how could you not ? They are all you have, your rock. No matter how hard it gets always remember one thing.. it’s hard to give up but it’s even harder to give up when it’s everything you’ve always wanted. Distance is temporary but love is not!

Language of Flowers

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written by: S | @kinetic-elaboration

prompt: ‘Flower shop AU Prompt: Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says ‘How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?’ for @treehousesandpoohbears

word count: 1783

Bellamy Blake, small town florist, is used to sharing in the big moments of his customers’ lives. He’s seen them through everything from first date jitters to the stages of grief. But this–Clarke Griffin storming into his shop, furious, asking for a hate bouquet–is still something of a surprise.


Two weeks ago, at the Bi-Monthly Downtown Arkadia Small Business Association meeting, Luna, from the nature store on the corner, looked at him very seriously, took his hands in hers, and told him that he had been a warrior in another life. “A brave warrior-king,” she said. 

Yeah, okay. Maybe in another life.  

In this life, Bellamy’s just a guy who knows a ton about flowers. 

*

Because he knows flowers, and because Arkadia is the sort of small hamlet where people greet each other by name on the street, Bellamy also knows everyone’s business. He knows about every engagement, wedding, baby shower, and funeral. He knows which high school kids are going to prom together. He keeps records on his more forgetful customers’ anniversaries. And when someone screws up and actually feels bad about it, Bellamy knows about that, too, because nothing says I’m sorry like a purple hyacinth bouquet. 

The people who come into his little shop are sometimes ecstatic, sometimes despondent, often nervous. They’re not usually angry, though. Even less often are they absolutely furious. So when Clarke Griffin stomps in, shoving the door open so roughly that even the friendly tinkle of the welcome bell sounds agitated, slams a twenty down on the countertop, and asks, “How I do passively-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” it’s a bit of a surprise. 

He stares at her for a long moment, and pauses in arranging the daisies in Harper McIntyre’s get-well-soon bouquet. “It sounds to me like you want to aggressively say 'fuck you’ in flower." 

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You’re kissing me gently
The way I like it
And all I can think is,
“You’re so lovely,
And you’re so mine.”

I know a lot of things are just meant to be temporary.
Distance sometimes kills a long-time love
No matter how hard you fight it
And “I miss you” sometimes loses its meaning
No matter how much you try to mean it
But why should it matter, how long our love lasts?
With you, I always get lost in time.
We could be together for an eternity
And I still wouldn’t have enough.

You look at me inquisitively and smile.
I can’t help but smile back
Because my heart feels warm whenever you’re around
Like it’s a fountain of sunlight that’s spilling over the edges,
Drowning everyone in proximity with a loving light.

You smile
And I melt into sunlight.
Oh god, you’re lovely
And oh god, you’re mine.

—  A dedication to the light of my life
A Temporary Obstacle

Oh distance why are you here
When I finally fall for someone
Why did you have to place them
So far away

The distance is killing us
Slowly but surely
Wishing I could just fold a map and be
Closer to you

But I’m not giving up
I won’t make a temporary obstacle
Ruin something beautiful that could be
Permanent

I know it’s real with the
Warmth in my chest when I think of you
The electricity on my skin when I
Feel you here.

So when I’m swimming
To the shore of yours so far away.
Just know that my arms will get tired but they
Will never seize. 

— Frederik Frøsig
Requested by: curlnology

Temporary Distance

Request: 12. With Yoongi?<3

12) You and your bias are in a long distance relationship and he plans a surprise visit.

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: BTS Suga x Y/N

Type: fluff


Yoongi wiped his sweaty palms along his ripped jeans and shook his head, struggling to manage his group of friends. 

“Namjoon, you speak English and you can’t get this right?” he complained, stomping his foot. When the members had asked to traipse to a different country with him, he immediately got a knot deep in his stomach. He would essentially need to plan on surprising you, whilst babysitting six grown men. 

Surely if he kept them busy with trying to help with said surprise, it wouldn’t be so bad. 

Yoongi began to rethink everything as he stood in front of the members, crossing his arms, and pursing his lips. He looked along the line of them, each of them holding a poster with a specific word. 

“The” “is” “temporary” “only” “babe” “distance”

“I didn’t know I was voted English ambassador for this trip,” Namjoon grumbled, looking at all of the boys as well. 

“You’re always English ambassador! You are literally the only member who knows English!” Jin gasped. 

“I speak English very good,” Hoseok said, his language broken and fragmented. He smiled at himself as he wiggled his shoulders.  

“Aish, just rearrange yourselves,” Yoongi sighed, rubbing a hand along his forehead. At least all of their signs faced in the same direction. 

“Don’t worry, hyung,” Jimin said cheerfully. “We’ll get it right before she gets here.” 

“When is she getting here?” Taehyung asked, raising an eyebrow lazily as he looked down at his own sign. 

“It’s only six words, surely it shouldn’t be this difficult,” Namjoon muttered to himself as he drug Jungkook by the shoulder to a new position. He nodded as he placed him in his designated spot and moved on to Jin. 

Yoongi looked down at his watch and furrowed his brows. “She’s already here-”

“Fine, when does she get out of class?” Taehyung interrupted as Namjoon tugged him toward Jungkook by his hood. 

“She gets out of class at noon,” Yoongi nodded. “Then she usually face times me from the lobby of the library at fifteen after.”

“And that’s when we strike!” Hoseok smiled. 

“If by strike, you mean hold up our signs in the direction of the library, then yes,” Namjoon sighed, stepping backwards and looking at the signs in a row. 

“Switch Jin and Jimin,” Yoongi sighed, biting on his lip as he checked his watch again. It was five after noon. 

“Do you have your flowers?” Jin asked, looking around curiously. 

“Aish,” Yoongi hissed, patting at his pockets for the keys to the rental car. “They’re in the car.”

Jungkook looked up with wide eyes. “They need water hyung. They’re going to die.”

“We literally got them on the way here Kookie,” Jimin muttered, giving his dongsaeng a side eye. 

“But like…that still doesn’t…” Jungkook trailed, completely lost. 

“Okay, in place,” Namjoon nodded, taking his spot between Jimin and Taehyung. 

“Don’t move,” Yoongi hissed, finally locating the keys in his sweater pocket. “I’ll be right back.”

Yoongi sprinted (which should have been an indication of how much he loved you) back to the vehicle. He located the minivan parked in front of the Science building rather easily, as it was the only thing bigger than a sedan. He found the sunflowers half crumpled in the backseat where Namjoon had left them. He adjusted the petals and stems to stand with a bit more pep and straightened his sweater. He could do this. 

He shut the car door just as his phone began to ring, causing him to jump. He was about ten yards away from the boys and even further from the library than he would’ve liked for this moment to happen, but he couldn’t just ignore the call. 

“Hey jagi!” Yoongi said, keeping the phone close to his face as to not give up his surroundings. 

“Hey,” you smiled. “Um…why are you out of breath? Did you have practice today?”

“Something like that,” Yoongi nodded. He hated lying to you, even a small white lie plaguing his conscience. 

“Something like that?” you asked skeptically. What did that even mean? “So should I not ask you how practice went if that’s not what you were doing?”

“You can ask,” Yoongi nodded, a smirk on his face. “Doesn’t mean I’ll have an answer.” 

“Why are you being so weird?” you grumbled. “Like more weird than normal? Uncharacteristically weird.”

“I’m not being weird, you’re being weird,” Yoongi muttered, his eyes searching beyond your face on the cell phone screen and to something before him. 

“Yah! Hurry up! It’s 12:15!” a voice you recognized to by Namjoon’s called. 

“Yah! Are you hanging out with the guys?” you asked, instantly smiling. Yoongi’s members had become something like brothers to you in the few years you had been dating. You didn’t get to see any of them very often, but when you did, they always felt like home. “What do you have to do at 12:15?”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi grinned. “Why don’t you look out the window and find out?”

“What the hell does that even mean?” you spat, shaking your head. That was it. Yoongi had officially lost it. 

“Are you in the library?” Yoongi asked, his face patient. 

“You know I am. I always call you from the library lobby. It has the best wifi,” you chuckled. “But only the second floor one. That’s where the cafe is so people don’t give you dirty looks if you’re on your phone.”

“Thanks for all of the excess information,” Yoongi laughed. “Could you please just look out of the window now?”

“Why do you want me to - oh my god,” you gasped, your hand instantly flying over your mouth. Beneath you, a few yards away in the quad, just before the student union, were seven faces you hadn’t seen in months. You squinted looking at the posters each of them held with beaming smiles on their faces. 

“The” “distance” “is” “only” “temporary” “babe”

Yoongi stood at the end of the group, a large bouquet of sunflowers in his hand. You don’t think you had ever seen him smiling so brightly. 

You took the stairs two at a time even though you had sworn off using anything but the elevator. What could you say, you considered yourself Yoongi’s perfect match for more than one reason. 

You sprinted through the first floor lobby, the librarian attempting to stop or slow your motion several times before you sprang past the metal detectors and through the front doors. You didn’t even bother looking as you ran across the road and onto the parallel sidewalk, nearly out of breath before you got to Yoongi. 

“The distance is only temporary, babe,” Yoongi cooed, thrusting the flowers out toward you. He turned around, nodding to the boys behind him. They nodded as well before flipping their signs to the opposite side. 

“It’s” “a” “forever” “kind” “of” “thing”

You grinned as you winked at Taehyung, his sign upside down. Namjoon elbowed him, thrusting his chin out to signify his mistake. Taehyung gasped before righting his sign and smiled back happily at you. 

“Because it’s a forever kind of thing,” Yoongi smiled, reaching out to pull you into his arms. 

“How long did it take you to come up with six word sentences?” you teased, your lips near his ear. 

“Longer than I would like to admit,” Yoongi chuckled. “But it was worth it just to see that smile on your face.” 

Originally posted by elatedkindoflife

Distance is hard, there’s no doubt about it, but why people don’t think someone is worth it is beyond me. Why someone would rather settle for someone who is near because they just like their embrace for the moment is beyond me. Why someone would rather be constantly put in pain just because that person is close is beyond me. Find someone who matters, and who cares if they’re a few hours away? Who cares if they’re a few states over? Or maybe even further? If that person makes you happier than you’ve ever been before please don’t settle for less. If that person makes you laugh at every person who ever made you sad then you keep that person. Because maybe they are a distance away right now but remember distance is temporary. Maybe tonight you can’t hold them and kiss them. Maybe tomorrow you can’t wake up to their face and their morning breath. But who says that in a few years, or maybe even months, you won’t be so happy, living in a house and spending the rest of your life with them? Distance is hard, no doubt, but damn, it’s so worth it.

Darling, if you ever find yourself worrying about how on earth we will ever be together, think about everything that had to happen in order for us to meet. This was no coincidence.
—  “When you consider everything that had to go right in order for us to be at the same place at the same time…Everything else pales in comparison. Anything is possible. Distance is temporary. Love is forever.”