⊳Pairing: Yoongi x reader (any gender/AFAB) ⊳Rating: 18+ ⊳Genre: slow burn friends to something. fluff. angst. eventually smut. friends au. roadtrip au. ⊳Word count: 53k. about 2k per chapter, on average. ⊳Warnings (more will be added): Great American Road Tripᵀᴹ, reader and Yoongi are both in their early 30s, everyone is queer, fuck capitalism, fuck gender, this fic contains product placement, alcohol consumption (probably a lot of it), a little light vore-related humor, masturbation, kissing, self-doubt, panic attacks, toxic insecurity, golly I sure hope Disney doesn’t sue me, weird dick energy, car accident, there’s fucking in this if you wait long enough, referenced recreational drug use, safe sex, ???, off-screen minor character death (referenced) ⊳Summary: facing an uncertain future, you and an old friend take off for a trip into the relative wilderness

⊳ Intro

Appalachia

⊳ One ⊳ Two ⊳ Three  ⊳ Four ⊳ Five ⊳ Six ⊳ Seven 

Plains

⊳ Eight ⊳ Nine ⊳ Ten ⊳ Eleven  ⊳ The Cost of Gas ⊳ Twelve ⊳ Thirteen ⊳ Fourteen 

Rockies

⊳ Peach Punch ⊳ Fifteen ⊳  Sixteen  ⊳ Seventeen ⊳ Eighteen ⊳ Nineteen

Coast

⊳ Steamy ⊳ Twenty ⊳ Twenty-One

Off-Road

⊳ epilogue: five ⊳ epilogue: healthcare, baby! ⊳ Chemistry ⊳ epilogue: Sundays

There were so many lines woven in here that took my breath away with their tenderness, and so much raw and blistering self-excoriation from Reader going on in here (but god, they’re fighting tooth and nail even when they’re not fighting at all to rewrite that inner-script, or at least to move on from it) that was only too relatable—the process of Becoming and Unbecoming is so messy and can be so graceless sometimes. But every so often it can feel so good, and be so rewarding, too.

Sometimes that process happens through a dope ass queer (M?)(M?)(F?)—idk lmfao—threesome with Biker!Kook. Sometimes it is through your worst fears getting realized and being abandoned SEEMINGLY because You Fucked Up and then simply lacking the energy to fuck up again and make a toxic decision. Maybe that’s it’s own kind of resilience. Or growth. Maybe not.

Yoongi comes back anyway.

⊳Pairing: Yoongi x reader ⊳Rating: 18+ ⊳Genre: slices of life ⊳Word count: 500 x 3 ⊳Warnings: cursing, mild sexual content     ⊳Summary: life goes on ⊳A/N: Thanks again to @itsallabouthedetails and @miscelunaaa​. I’m pretty sure this is the end of this series.

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You like Sundays best.

Hoseok has a different dog-walking route than usual and it places him near your house early in the morning. Yoongi joins him with your mismatched pair of dogs and the two of them come back about an hour later to have coffee at your house. 

Aside from the dogs being both exhausted and hyped up due to the excitement of the extended walk, it’s perfect. 

Pairing: Taehyung x reader (any gender) + read on AO3 if you prefer Vhope

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, established relationship

Words: 1k

Warnings: semi-public sex, choking, creampie

Summary: just a filthy drabble

AN: a million thanks to @taegularities​ for her feedback and advice!

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“Like this,” he says, sliding your foot forward on the bench. You’re gripping the top of the cubicle wall, trying to stay upright as he sucks on the tender skin on the back of your knee.

“Don’t fucking tease me, Tae. I hate that shit.”

“Mmm, I know you do.” His tongue darts out to lick along the inside of your thigh, leaving a glistening wet trail. “But it’s worth it.”

He grabs your hips and pulls you toward him, presses his face to your belly, humming a low note that sends a shiver through you. So close to where you want him. You let go and move your hand to his hair, tugging hard on the silky strands.

⊳Pairing: Yoongi x reader (any gender/AFAB) ⊳Rating: 18+ ⊳Genre: slow burn friends to something. fluff. angst. eventually smut. friends au. roadtrip au. ⊳Word count: 53k. about 2k per chapter, on average. ⊳Warnings (more will be added): Great American Road Tripᵀᴹ, reader and Yoongi are both in their early 30s, everyone is queer, fuck capitalism, fuck gender, this fic contains product placement, alcohol consumption (probably a lot of it), a little light vore-related humor, masturbation, kissing, self-doubt, panic attacks, toxic insecurity, golly I sure hope Disney doesn’t sue me, weird dick energy, car accident, there’s fucking in this if you wait long enough, referenced recreational drug use, safe sex, ???, off-screen minor character death (referenced) ⊳Summary: facing an uncertain future, you and an old friend take off for a trip into the relative wilderness

⊳ Intro

Appalachia

⊳ One ⊳ Two ⊳ Three  ⊳ Four ⊳ Five ⊳ Six ⊳ Seven 

Plains

⊳ Eight ⊳ Nine ⊳ Ten ⊳ Eleven  ⊳ The Cost of Gas ⊳ Twelve ⊳ Thirteen ⊳ Fourteen 

Rockies

⊳ Peach Punch ⊳ Fifteen ⊳  Sixteen  ⊳ Seventeen ⊳ Eighteen ⊳ Nineteen

Coast

⊳ Steamy ⊳ Twenty ⊳ Twenty-One

Off-Road

⊳ epilogue: five ⊳ epilogue: healthcare, baby! ⊳ Chemistry ⊳ epilogue: Sundays

max, this is no joke one of the best stories i’ve ever read. i’ve read whole published-ass novels that don’t hold a candle to this. i mean my god, this has everything i love. reflections on aging and gender and queerness. depictions of flawed humans doing their best, and fucking up a lot, and struggling to communicate while also dealing with weird funky feelings that don’t fit neatly into one box or another. there’s adventure, trauma, booze, and fuck capitalism babyyy !!!! with a lovely threesome and AFAB-receiving blowjob as cherries on top ✨

i’m honestly kind of at a loss for words of what else to say (rare for me, a person with multiple leo placements). this series is like “stare at the wall for 20 minutes in silence trying to process” levels of good. i want to crawl inside this world and live there, with these two characters that i love to bits, separately and together. this was in-fucking-cred-i-ble and i am MAD at myself that it took me so long to finally read this damn thing. don’t be stupid like me, kids! GET TO IT!

I especially want to thank you for acknowledging the queerness of this story. It’s not necessarily front and center, but is such an important piece of it anyway. I have my own head-canon about what identifiers both of them might use and how they might need to reevaluate those, both together and separately, but that at the end of the day it might not really matter.

They might need to take another trip eventually, just to see some of the major sights they missed.

pairing: min yoongi x reader 

genre: smut, fluff, comedy / college, podcast personality au

word count: 15,610

description: Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting.

“This week’s topic is—” Sugar started, of course only to be swiftly interrupted by the second half of the two-man show podcast that had sort of gone viral around your college campus.

But regardless of being cut short, the metallic nature of his voice still managed to worm its way directly into your chest, where it festered into something so captivating that you couldn’t help but sigh. It was cool to the touch as the syllables of his chosen words sent an intrusion of goosebumps along your arms and thighs. It had a certain gravel, a deepness that you could sometimes feel in the pit of your belly if you listened to him long enough with your eyes closed. However, more times than not, the grit would be severed with a vibrant laugh that rang so sweetly that you could feel it clamoring around your heart with giddiness on its heels.

“—Studying! So sexy, right?” Jay interjected mid-sentence, something that anyone who listened to their weekly episodes would quickly learn is a norm.

However, there were times of course where Sugar was allowed the courtesy of going off on long tangents without his friend’s interruption, and in those moments his voice was hypnotic, if you had to put it simply. It tugged you beneath the current of concentration until you were pressing the volume button on your phone to raise his vocals higher. The small hitch of his breath, or exhale against the mic when he would sigh due to the topic at hand, they made you lean in closer to the invisible man on the other side of the pre-recorded audio that filtered through your headphones.