Fun Fact: My Favorite Part About Reblogging Fics With Replies/comments/feedbacks Is The Authors Answers!

Fun fact: my favorite part about reblogging fics with replies/comments/feedbacks is the authors’ answers! Y’all are so cute and lovable I just want to keep reading and liking your fics. It’s so kind of you to interact with us, and I know as I write as well (not in this platform btw) that feedbacks give us strength and inspiration to keep going, so i try my best to think about the feelings I had while I’ve been through the story. It’s a two way road, and I love this exchange!

awwww loved it!! id like a part 2 if its not that much of an inconvenience, cause the story feels great 🥰

teeny tidbits: taehyung needs y/n to make out with him & she’s only doing it to be a good roommate

if the title didn’t get your attention i don’t know what will 

pairing; roommate!taehyung x reader

genre; this sits right on the line between nsfw and sfw?? i think the term we’ve established for these kinds of drabbles is smalmost smut,.,. smerhaps smut.,., smaybe smut.,,. stuckwithyouniverse!! roomie!couple but before they got together just because i wanted to see cocky tae again :’)) 

wordcount; 1.8k 

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one of the things that you enjoy most about going to a university with a big campus are the nice, relaxing walks along the tree-lined promenades while drowning out the sound of distracting chatter with your own music

after all, it’s nice to catch a bit of a break while going from one class to the next 

and you can get your steps in for the day at the same time which is an added bonus 

who doesn’t like bragging about getting 10,000 steps in on a daily basis?

and not to mention- 

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i can never put into words how much i like characters that are fond of reading. this specific story gave it a whole new level of favoritism, cause tae here looks like a real fictional character, like the type we see in books and wonder if exists in real life (ofc not and I should get over it but this is nOT THE POINT) and i adored!! thank you for writing this, definitely a fav rn! 💜

(also i'd like to share my imagination as this taehyung with reading glasses and light academia outfits that freaks us out entirely - yeah thats it)

definition of love | kth (m)

Summary: “Burn yourself into my memory until I can’t escape you.”

When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there’s much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

pairing: Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: college!au, romance, e2f2l, angst, a lot of fluff, smut

warnings: past minor character death, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, kissing/making out, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), vaginal fingering, kinda handjob, breast play, unprotected sex (the reader is on the pill - use protection, people), vaginal sex, sexual tension, ass grabbing, lots of flirting, pining, light swearing, taehyung is a book nerd!!

word count: 10.5k

a/n: HELLO! this fic is part of the “Golden Gift Event” (hosted by @btsgoldnetwork​) - and is a gift for my lovely valentine @sunkissedjk​​! HAPPY LOVE DAY! you were so sweet all the time we “talked” and i’m kinda happy you gave me so much freedom :’D and i hope you like the end product! also, a huge thank you to my awesome beta readers @taetaesbaebaepsae​​, @unoriginal-username15432​​ & @voiceswithoutlips​​ (who also made this BEAUTIFUL banner for me, i loooove you!!!) - oh and: i listened to “Sea” on repeat while writing this - spot the reference ;) - OKAY, THEN LET’S DIVE IN!

You wondered where all your impressive motivation that you’d harboured had suddenly vanished, leaving nothing in its wake but the lingering feelings of sorrow.

It felt like a pressing eternity since you’d been able to focus on one thing for longer than two endless minutes. All you were yearning for was your warm bed, for hiding yourself under your comforting sheets, your shelter that felt miles away as you sat on your seat.

You were looking out the window, zoned out as always, as you gazed into the grey sky, the approaching rain clearly evident in the way the world growled outside. Last night had tired you; after a recurring fight between your mother and you, you had decided to grab the still full box of chocolate ice cream that you’d bought a day before and withdraw to your room. It was exhausting. You always visited for one weekend a month and each time made you regret it, not long after your arrival.

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one of the oldest things i saved from bts and one of the BEST?????? REALLY????? it’s so good!!!!

bloom iii

filed under: hobi fic was due

notes: you’ve always had a crush on hobi and he’s always handled that gently. what he can’t handle is you now, nine years later.

warnings: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk (i guess)

part i // part ii // part iii

you honestly couldn’t believe it. in all the years you had known seulgi you had never heard her go speechless before. you almost thought your phone was broken. but then you hear a crackling kind of sound like she choked on her saliva, so you go back to packing. “seulgi? babe?”

“i’m here,” she croaks, passing the phone into the other hand. “i just. it’s weird i spaced out and imagined that you said you and hoseok confessed to masturbating to each other and then you just got out of his car and pretended that nothing ever happened.”

“that was real.”

“no,” she says. “no, it can’t be real. because if it was real then i’d have to put my bra back on, come over there and kick your ass.”

you laugh. “if i were you i’d be quick about it, i’ll be back at uni by this time tomorrow.”

“wait what?” she screeches. “wait, a minute! slow down! hold up!”

“i’ve stopped talking-”

“are you seriously telling me, that not only did you do nothing about this hoseok situation even though he was practically offering you his body in your driveway, but now you’re running away back to school like you did five years ago? you know what, don’t answer that, where’s my bra-”

“look, i was never gonna fuck hobi. or, more accurately, he was never gonna fuck me,” you sigh, because you can hear her clamouring out of bed. “with all the history, his track record, namjoon…it’s just not realistic. but just knowing that he’s thought about it is enough for me, honestly.”

“maybe for you but not me!”

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I really love hospital themed fanfics. I'm at med school and relate so so much with y/n it hurts lol BUT the thing is: it's always about the busy schedule, the tired faces and time management. We're all too young to be in this position but here we are, and we have no choice but to put work in first place.

So when a fanfic talks about it realistically, it makes my heart melt like yours did. It's not about flowers and neatly posture, nor healthy working. It's just reality - we're facing the depths of human weaknesses and yet we have to be strong. In the middle, we can find comfort, and with comfort we can find love. That's probably the best scenario I've ever read about it. Thank you so much for writing!

Cardiovascular Palpitations Part 1 (ft. Jeongguk) [M]

→ fluff, angst, smut, mentions of blood/surgery → Jeongguk ft. Taehyung | friendswithbenefits!au, doctors!au → part 1 | part 2 | story talk

It was complicated. But it worked. You two were doctors, cardio surgeons at that. Complicated was usual, it was your business, your work, your lifestyle. And neither of you had time for an actual relationship, for the hours of work for writing heartfelt letters or planning dates out on the beach. Both you and Jeongguk needed quickies in the stockroom, someone to dress up and look hot so he can get revenge on his ex, someone to give a blow job or finger you to relax your nerves before an important presentation, someone to understand the burdens and harsh lifestyle of being a doctor. And somehow in that chaos, you’d found eachother and it worked out. 

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boyfriend things // hugs (this just in,,im emo)

namjoon: back hugs, swaying side to side. the sensation of his chest against your spine. the cologne and scent of him blankets you. his lips tickle your neck. resting his chin on the top of your head. safety accompanies his arms around your waist. ground me

jin: hugs that get your heart beat racing because they come out of pure excitement in the greatest moments. shared over good news, from awards won to work promotions earned. the whispered i’m so proud of you. like your own personal fireworks, creating that anticipated eruption of color in bursts unseen but always felt

yoongi: prone to being cautious. sometimes it’s up to you to bring him flush against your body. close enough for the kind of contact you yearn for when he’s away. touching skin eases anxious breathing. if you’re lucky, he’ll press his lips against your temple too

hoseok: hugs that surprise you, catch you off guard. make you leap in your skin because your headphones were in or you were humming to yourself while folding laundry, unaware of his presence so near. you love the memories— the life that sparks from the small action that stays with you all day

jimin: hugs you run for. hugs you ask for over the phone, through text. like a golden ticket. like sun shining for the first time in days over a dark city. electrifying. warm like summer mornings. gentle like the light movement of ocean ripples. your hands tangle in his hair. he whispers love

taehyung: tired hugs late at night. the final tries of coaxing you to bed. he’s exhausted. you’re caught up in work. maybe his arms around your body will happily interrupt whatever seems so important. his coaxing beats your memo, and the laptop screen offering light in the otherwise dark space finally dies. slipping beneath the sheets to hold each other through the night

jungkook: either hugs of pure bliss, with your legs wrapped around his waist as you spin and laugh, cheeks pressed together. or the kind of hugs that come when you need them most. gentle tears cascading down flushed skin. face buried in the crook of his neck. he holds you tight, so tight even the strongest of winds couldn’t pull you from his grasp. in his arms, you’re ok