JIKOOK ICONS!!

JIKOOK ICONS!! 🍭🍟

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i am THIS 🤏 CLOSE to dedicating my life to this video. i just wanna be here YELLING about how hard it actually is to look this coordinated from this angle. i'm never shutting up about how good they are at what they do. ladies, gentlemen and non-binaries, the biggest recording act in the world! 💃🕺

i will only be talking about how in sync they are for the rest of my existence.

OKAY WAIT.. this actually has my heart! these colors are so pretty and his eyes are just giving me these soft feEls 🙏 i adore him and this moodboard sm it almost hurts, so pretty 😭

blue namjoon moodboard

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The fact you’d been shaken from that place of confidence by some thug doesn’t sit right in Yoongi’s belly. That bitter taste is back in his throat and it’s ice-cold, icicles prickling through his blood.

[🤙🏻] It's been.. maybe a week since I've read this. And you know what? I'm still looking for the right words to explain it. Of course I can explain it, but can I do it justice? No, I don't think I could if I pulled out the whole damn dictionary.

The first thing I wanna say is that I consider this a must-read. It's this incredible package of a fic ― there's a stupidly perfect amount of angst, there's godsent sex, there's soft shit AND THE PLOT?!?!

It's almost infuriating how flawless this is.

The second thing I want to talk about is the fact that I ended up screaming at my friends about this through text.

So I went on and on about how I don’t read that many Yoongi fics, but I tell my friend that I know one thing ― they'll never disappoint ― and this one surely didn't, it seriously hit. "I'm absolutely in love with this," I told her.

The next bits are about me relating to the reader (cause we’re both loud-kinda-annoying-kinda-endearing bitches™) which we’re gonna skip over cause I’m embarrassing! But it's basically my love for self-indulgent shit and how she's THE vibe.

Pushing past that, we have my love for their dynamic. I never actually have spared a thought to something like a gunsman-to-gunsmith pairing before this, but let me tell you ― this is to die for!

I love how it works with them specifically, and I ran out of words at this point so I just keyboard smashed. (facepalm)

But I really REALLY do love their dynamic! It made the story even more interesting and it might be my favorite part of all this.

Now we have a fully-caps-locked section, which is me yelling about my inner conflict. Which happens to be my halfway-through-the-fic self trying to decide whether or not Yoongi actually likes reader cause that man's mouth, mind and actions DO NOT go hand in hand 😭

I mean for ten-thousand-something words, he was all about that hE doEsnt liKe her!! But we just have to put some emphasis on the fact that he killed someone who hurt her AND might have sucker-punched his close friend (poor hoseok) in any case he didn't leave him and OC.

And after that I basically ran out of words! It was just me yelling "I LOVE THEM" and keyboard smashing, and screaming, and adding a minimum of three ughs to every sentence out of happy frustration.

All in all, I absolutely adored this fic. I loved the chosen settings for the story, the character’s personalities, the incredible sequences. Your writing, and all the little things.

Gosh, I’m so helplessly in love with this.

Oh and the sex.. there was actually a whole portion of it in our chat but I’m keeping it away from the public’s eye cause I’m a filthy one.

Anyways, thank you so much for this fic. You’re incredible.

- xal 🍟

min yoongi is the best shot in the business. you’re the best gunsmith in the city and the only person he trusts to programme his tech; to make his gear. 

he likes your work. it’s a shame, then, that he doesn’t like you.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader / word count: 14.3k / genre + rating: NSFW (18+), cyberpunk!au, smut, frenemies (?) to lovers

warnings/etc: hitman!yoongi. black market dealer/gunsmith!reader. cursing/explicit language. whole lotta tension, sexual and otherwise. mentions of injury/violence. minor character death (no one important, don’t worry, this isn’t an angst fic). brief hurt/comfort. reader has tattoos. sexually explicit content. oral; fingering; multiple orgasms; overstimulation (f). unprotected sex (please take the necessary precautions irl). rough sex?. choking. creampie. brief mention of aftercare. I think that’s everything but please lmk if I missed any!

a/n: thank you SO MUCH to both @hobi-gif​ and @morndas​ for beta reading this and being so supportive, ily both so much and I owe you my life 🤧💕 as always what was meant to be a short fic turned into a huge one. also this is technically for my 1.1k milestone but it’s a billion years late, oops!​

Yoongi really doesn’t like you.

You’re loud. Cocky. Arrogant. You needle him all the time, dig your fingernails in and squeeze, revelling in the way he sets his jaw, the muted spark of irritation in his eyes. You bat your eyelashes and tilt your head, throw it back whenever you laugh and reveal the easing column of your throat, dragging each interaction out with a kind of sadistic pleasure that has him gritting his teeth. Because you love annoying him, getting under his skin, tapping your fingers against the soft swell of your bottom lip as you eye him up, taking your time before you speak.

Infuriating. You’re infuriating and you know it.

It’s unfortunate, really, because you’re unavoidable. 

Jungkook had asked, once, why Yoongi doesn’t just go elsewhere. They’re more than familiar with the underbelly of this heaving city, underneath all the neon lights and shimmering holograms and towering skyscrapers and legal tech; the scuttling seams of back alley traders and illegal goods, tech or otherwise. There are plenty of black market dealers, after all, plenty of other vendors he could go to to get the equipment he wants. Plenty of other skilled crafters, artificers, artisans, people who would be more than happy to create the things that Yoongi asks for, that he needs. People who can get their hands on anything you want. For a price.

Yoongi’s answer had been short and succinct.

“She’s the best there is,” he’d said, and that had been that.

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for some reason there's this one point in life where we just reach this low. where we feel guilty for asking for these simple little things we deserve, things that we should have been given in the first place. this reblog goes out to everyone who's going through it right now, i hope this reaches your timeline.

i'm lowkey kinda guily cause i'm only reblogging this now since i've been using it as supplementary for my lack of creativity for actual MONTHS! anyways its here now, thank you for compiling these pretty words. i used them for my twitter users, and im still using 'luv' for my private @helluvthot (please dont send requests!) thanks again!

✧ words ideas to create usernames ✧

soft

luv

tiny

shy

baby

bot

web

cat

cute

amour

blush

art

coffee

caffe

cosmic

petit

place

poem

pallet

zone

refuge

blog

culture

color

cupid

feels

lips

palete

safe

gloss

shine

angel

messy

lovely

cheeks

stuff

dimple

kitty

nature

sun

sky

moon

solar

star

skies

vanilla

cherry

cloud

rain

storm

sunny

moonlight

sunrise

berry

dark

fair

cry

maze

soul

liar

vodka

pain

hurt

tear

hell

goth

evil

devil

mess

skull

scar

death

phobia

insomnia

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