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jinkookspencil · 2 years

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jungkook is drunk out of his mind, belting pop ballads in the middle of the night.... you had to check in on him

description/tw/tags: ~4k words / jungkook x (f) reader / one-shot / angst and fluff / friends to lovers / inspired by jungkook's recent lives!! i just had to :') / includes drunk, flirty jungkook and mentions of alcohol and drinking / oc stays sober / jungkook gets so drunk thinks he's having a steamy dream with oc gone wrong / feedback is always welcome and it's appreciated!! it's been a while since anyone really told me their honest thoughts on my fics 💗

Celine Dion’s voice blasting through your phone was not what you expected when you got a call from Jungkook, but it was enough for you to know exactly what he was doing. It was an odd thing, you realized. Jungkook never had never admitted to listening to Celine Dion, Taylor Swift, Adele, or any other musical queen you adored - he never protested when you blasted their songs through the car radio or when you belted out their songs during karaoke nights, but he never, ever sang along or reacted much either…. except for when he was drunk… except for when he was too drunk. And it was only ever when he was drunk and alone or drunk and with you. In front of his friends or to you when he was sober, he still pretended he couldn't name a Celine Dion song besides "the Titanic one." But you knew better. Between her iconic vocals through the phone, you could hear Bam’s dog collar jingling, Jungkook’s all over the place but still excellent singing and humming, and finally… sniffles. In the blink of an eye, you were in a cab on your way to his place, not hanging up and listening to him sing “My Heart Will Go On” and "All By Myself" over and over until you got there. Right at the brief moment of silence when the song ended, you knocked on the door, extra loudly and in your signature pattern, so he’d know it was you - but it seemed to only signal Bam, who obviously knew it was you before Jungkook did, jumping up and down even before his owner opened the door in confusion.

“Bamie-,” you giggle against the dog’s nose while he licks yours, Jungkook still disoriented when you look up at him.

“H-hiiiiii,” he forces a smile on his face after realizing you were actually there. “What are you doing here?”

“I heard Celine Dion, so I came,” you say, ruffling Jungkook’s long hair and plopping down on his living room couch. He’s still standing by the door, trying to realize the situation. “You must’ve drunk-called me while trying to choose a song, idiot. Or maybe you were trying to call someone else.” You push away the thought. “Anyways, I’m here to make sure you’re okay. And to see the secret Taylor Swift setlist later.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhh. I actually called you….” Jungkook nods, trying to remember if he did while you figure out what he meant. He chuckles, clicking his tongue before offering you the gigantic, half-filled stein in his hand. “Do you want some beer?”

“I’m here to make sure you don’t do anything crazy, Koo. Don’t make me a problem, too.”

Jungkook holds back a smile while grabbing a second microphone and dramatically turning around, his long hair twirling behind him. “It’s me. Hi. I’m the problem. It’s me.”

“Oh god, Jungkook,” you shake your head backwards. Were your persistent efforts at trying to get him to listen to Taylor Swift worth it if he was going to make such cheesy jokes? When you look up and see his scrunched-up nose and proud smirk, you have your answer. It was.

“Nah, I’m not done with my girl Cel-Celine Dion. You know, she’s a very good singer.” It’s only now, when Jungkook says the most obvious statement, do you notice how slurred his voice is. “I still haven't done these songs, yet. ‘The Power of Love' and 'It's All Coming Back To Me' - my… my drinking songs, join and let's GO!”

You watch Jungkook pace around his living room, belting out the song while holding his beer glass with an iron grip, and you can’t help but think about the floppy-haired boy in front of you rather than the not-so-careful steps and chugs he took mid-song, ignoring the mic in your hand. You could never count the days and nights you spent with Jungkook. It all started with the ‘Netflix and Chill’ nights. When he suggested it, you’d panicked until he insisted he meant actually chilling and watching Netflix - and whether it was cuddly, commentary-filled K-drama sessions or drunken fried chicken and reality show nights, you enjoyed every minute of it…. but more so when those nights evolved. As cute as though nights may be, they were topped. The caring, vulnerable nights where you’d slowly unravel a new emotional layer of yourself to the other and the moon - with no one else in the know… those were the ones that destroyed you and put you together again, all at once. You doubted Jungkook even had a deeper side to him until you both laid yourselves out in front of one another - little by little and without judgment or fear. You dreamed of the days the unraveling happened physically as well. When you’d see him during the days, and whether it was just the two of you or with your friends, it seemed as though the sun had an inkling of the bond that formed while she was away, shining a little brighter every time you saw his face, casting her beautiful golden rays onto the boy that shined just as brightly.

A confession forever rested on the tip of your tongue, ready to slip out whenever he flashed his bunny-toothed smile, scrunched up his perfectly round nose, or jokingly teased you. And yet… you never could say anything…. especially since you think you already did. It’s the real reason you vowed never to drink with Jungkook again - you could barely remember anything but the fleeting feeling of his lips on your forehead, being in his arms, and waking up in the morning in your underwear to see him shirtless on the floor beside the bed you lay on. Jungkook’s bed, you later found out - after a party he threw. You mainly remember walking into the kitchen and seeing his roommate and bestie Taehyung preparing breakfast in silence, which only made the morning more unbearable, given his god-awful cooking skills. You fled in minutes and, to this day, had no recollection or idea of what actually happened. Jungkook never said anything either, so you were certain you dreamt the entire ordeal. He stayed relatively the same, save for a few arm grazes that shocked you to your core - a little more than they used to. You almost consider forcing him to watch a K-drama or a horror film - just for the cuddle he'd end up giving you.

But you were here, watching him passionately wrap up a ballad and wiping away a tear that formed in his eye. He was unbelievable.

“I didn’t think she could make you cry.”

“Yeah, well, she sang the Titanic song too, didn’t she? Don’t you know me?”

“I do, Koo,” you whisper into the microphone he had handed you.

“It’s all coming back to me too. It all ends when I'm with you. And my heart will go on, Celine... You get me, Celine,” he utters as he plops down beside you, his hand outstretched behind you as he selected a song, neglecting Bam by his legs.

“Bam wants attention.”

“He always gets my attention,” Jungkook says, eyes fixated on the TV in front of him.

“I’m gonna use that line on you the next time you give me the eyes he’s giving you now.” Jungkook was always a master at pouting and the classic puppy-dog eyes, and in the split second he looked confused, you begin to wonder if it was never intentional. But he quickly looks at his pet and babies him when catching the dog’s neediness, giving you the freedom to grab the remote and pick a song.

“Remember, only pop queens,” he insists in a baby-like voice, his eyes and hands still on Bam. And you found just that - a playlist of nothing but tracks from pop queens, most on your regular playlist. Meaning you knew almost every word, and so did Jungkook. Two hours of singing later, Jungkook’s honey voice and your scratchy one both grew tired. Music videos it’d be, you thought - still in total control of the remote. By the third music video, you were bored - you’d seen them all before, while Jungkook - or more specifically, drunk Jungkook - was mesmerized. And in a flash you neglected the screen altogether, staring instead at the boy right beside you. With your hand on your chin, you study him. You never could when he was sober - his eyes would immediately find yours, and one of two things would happen next: you’d look away in embarrassment, or he’d would pull a funny face. But this was different. He was focused, well, as much as a drunk person could be, softly humming along or murmuring something about the camerawork or costume design - you could barely hear whatever it was he said. Sure, his face looked puffy and drunken, even in his dimly lit apartment…. but he was beautiful. He was beautiful in his side profile, his stare and concentration, the fluffiness of his hair, and the gigantic, soft, muscled arm he flexed beside you. He had no idea just how beautiful he was—just being.

You must’ve been staring for too long because Jungkook turns, catching you - as he always did. You expected it and waited for him to stick out his tongue jokingly, scrunch up his nose, or wiggle his brows… something goofy. The last thing you expected was the softest smile that crept up on his face - the wonder in his eyes remaining, the way you’d been looking at him. And just like that, you look away again, thinking you’d be able to stick it out this time and ignore his presence entirely or make a funny face of your own. You want to frown, but the stinging in your cheeks hurts too much from smiling at him.

“What’s up with you?” he giggles for a very brief moment before repeating the question with that same damn smile on his face. In your periphery, you see him ruffle his hair and you dig your nails into your skin to stop you from reaching out and doing the same.

“Nothing,” you let out, feeling his gaze on you as you looked towards the screen and Bam sleeping just beneath it. A whole music video later, the feeling of his eyes on you grew unbearable. He didn’t even look away when he continued to drink from the glass in his hands.

“Find something better to do, Koo,” you say, folding your arms and mustering up the courage to look at him.

“Hmmm?” the drunken, dazed smile on his face was goofier and sweeter than ever.

“I want a glass of water,” you say, looking towards the fridge, hoping he’d be a good host and stand up to get you one, finally breaking his gaze in the process.

“Well, I want you.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. As if you weren’t being tortured enough by his adorableness already... did the flirty side have to make an appearance? But it wasn't a surprise. Jungkook flirted all the time, definitely more than usual when he’s tipsy. It was so excruciating that you damn near scolded Jimin and Chan, the friends he’d picked up the flirting from. All you wanted to say was that you wanted him too, but he’d never mean it the way you did. The giggle he let out when you rolled your eyes proved it - he just liked seeing you all riled up.

“I’m thirsty, JK,” you whine, but he keeps giggling. “Yah, drunk boy - get me a glass of water,” you insist, poking his tattooed arm and letting your finger rest there - he winces between his little laughs, touching the skin and a little of yours.

“Jungkoooook. Don’t ignore me,” you pout.

You don’t know what it is, but something about those three words makes Jungkook jump up from his spot, his laughter fading quickly as he walked over to the fridge, covering his face with his hands.

“Don’t do that,” he mutters.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t…,” he starts before clearing his throat. “Don’t poke me like that. I’m old and sore now. Your Jungkook works hard in the gym and can’t handle it like he used to.”

Your Jungkook. If only you could send him off on another errand to make you forget about him and those words for a moment. But, alas, you were in his apartment. He was too drunk. Bam was stirring in his sleep.

Jungkook returns a freshly filled stein for himself, a glass of water for you.... and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on his face. The ones he only ever wore at home, during your late-night visits, that none of his friends ever saw. The ones that always fed your delusions of the domestic days with Jungkook you wished you could have for the rest of your life.

“Sure, you don’t want a sip?” A frozen glass swings into your line of vision, snapping you out of your daze.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“…..Shame…” he whispers into the glass as he chugged down half of its contents before setting it down and hiding his face in his arms, folded on the edge of the couch.

“Don’t judge me for not drinking. Just look at the state of you.”

“I’m not. It’s… it’s a shame that that’s what you’re the surest of. What happened to being sure of yourself, hmm?”

You weren’t in the mood for one of your deep talks, which was unusual for you. You usually would jump at any opportunity to talk to Jungkook, even when he was drunk - like the time he spat out a life lesson he learned in the third grade you’d never thought of in your entire life. He was the only person who ever made it safe enough for you to express your deepest fears and insecurities. His honest and supportive advice pushed you through. And you longed for the soft embrace he always gave you afterwards. It’s been weeks since you had one of those talks, days before the night/morning that was somewhere between a dream and a glitch in the matrix. But you couldn’t go there. You couldn’t bear to. Not tonight. Not with a drunk, floppy-haired, adorable, and out of-his-mind Jungkook that was adorable as ever, laying next to you singing pop ballads for hours. It’d have to wait.... even if he didn't want to.

“Tell me, what happened to being sure of yourself? Your thoughts, your ambition….your desires and feelings…” he slurs, waving his arm.

“I don’t know, Kookie,” you let out, grazing his arm. You can’t tell him that you’re sure you love him in more ways than one and that you’re not sure what to do about it.

“If you’re sure of something, act on it. If you’re not, still do it. Better to live with regrets with lessons learned than to never know,” he murmurs, his face resting on his elbow.

“So, can I commit a crime then?” you try to joke and change the mood.

“If you want to, sure. Oh, wait, don't. You've already committed one. I almost forgot," he nods, taking another sip of his beer. "You stole my heart."

"Fuck off," you laugh, reaching out to pinch his thigh instead of the arm he told you to avoid... "We'll talk about this another time, Kookie. Give me actual advice then."

"Okay, but I'll tell you some now. Try being sure of what you want in life. Act on it. Start that business you always wanted to. But I’m thinking.... start with.. a smaller step. Get that tattoo you always talked about. I’ll take you,” he says with a clear voice now, smiling as he looked up and brushed the inside of your arm, where you’d always talked about getting a tattoo. “I’m sure of what I want.”

“As always,” you say with a laugh. “What is it this time?”

“I told you. I want you.”

“Oh shut up,” you say, lightly shoving him this time, but he doesn’t budge, not even a little bit, nor does he giggle as he did earlier, just continues to stare at you and try to hold back…. something. You assume it’s a joke.

“Jungkook, stop - this isn’t funny.” You reply before you could even realize the words he’s saying.

“I’m not being funny.”

You stop and finally look at Jungkook’s face. He desperately tries to avoid your gaze but soon can’t help but look into your eyes - his were dilated and red from all the alcohol.

“You’re drunk,” you spit out, repeating the words softly.

“I am. But I’m sure of it when I’m sober, too,” he says, fidgeting with his fingers before playing with yours. “I’m sure that I want you. I was always sure. And I’m sure I want to hold your hand.” You can’t explain why you allow him to do so, knowing his state, and soon, his fingers find the ends of your hair and the base of your neck, grazing the skin there while his thumb rubs at your cheek. “I’m sure I want to -” he whispers against your lips, and you can’t help but jump at the very instance you feel his breath against your lips.

“Jungkook, no,” you lean back, holding the tears in your eyes and hoping he doesn’t feel the goosebumps on your skin. “Jungkook, you’re drunk.”

He immediately lets go of you, and you feel the world crumble in that brief moment, in fear you’d thrown away the only shot you had at the only thing you were sure you wanted, clinging onto the hope that he'll forget it all in the morning. But instead he shakes his head and looks… confused.

“It doesn’t go like this. This is weird,” he drawls, looking at his hands, you, Bam, and the rest of the apartment.

“What?” you say, just as confused as he seems to be, ignoring a sinking feeling in your stomach at the idea that Jungkook was confused his attempts at kissing girls never went “like this” - with a rejection that you didn’t want to give him.

“It doesn’t go like this! I’m… And you’re…. You’re here, but…. you’re not wearing any clothes. Why am I? Did we not get to that part of it yet?”

“Part of what?”

But Jungkook takes a look around the apartment again before quietly murmuring to himself. “This is a weird sex dream.”

Oh. OH.

He continues, thinking he's asleep.

“We’ve done this so many times, and it never went like this. I… Can’t you at least want me back in my dreams? Why… why is this dream different?”

”Jungkook…”

“Shhhh,” he lazily brings a finger to your lips. “Let me recap. It’s the same. My apartment’s the same. Why is Bam here? He’s usually in the other room. I’m here. You’re here. Wait…. are you?”

“I… I am, Jungkook.”

“No you’re not. You won’t be when I open my eyes.” he pouts, hiding his face in his elbow again.

“It’s like… It’s like that time I put you in bed when I found you drunk in your underwear in the corner at my party after you just… what did you do? Didn’t you say you just wanna dance in your underwear or some shit? Then you… said you wanted me to see you like that. I tried so fucking hard not to look. I put you to bed, and I at least expected to get some reality of waking up beside you, but… you weren’t there.

And I wanted to confess last night during karaoke, with all your favorite songs but... I didn't think I actually called you. It was just practice. Then I was so nervous I drank way, way too much, and I must've passed out. And now you're not even naked in my dreams - well, tonight's dream anyway... Is it because of the stress? And wait, why am I wearing glasses? I don't have you OR perfect vision in this dream?!" he pouts, taking off his glasses and throwing them across the couch before resting his head on his elbow, in his hands, and all over as he struggles with the realization.

Jungkook stays like that for a good minute, giving you time to take in the situation. Firstly, you’d never drink unsupervised at a party again because what the fuck… But you quickly remind yourself that it didn’t matter too much. He put you in bed. He saw you in your underwear and knew that you - or at least a part of you - wanted to be with him in that way. And not only that, he wanted to see you that way too. He wanted to wake up next to you. And Jungkook, awake and drunk, thought he was in a regular sex dream he had… with you…. and was upset at the idea of waking up without you beside him…. again. He wanted to confess. If his hands on your skin hadn't ignited your skin, the touch of him lingering there, you’d be certain you were dreaming too. He… he must’ve really been sure. Who were you to doubt that? He’s Jungkook.

Your hand reaches out to touch his face, not even knowing what you were about to say to him, but it didn’t matter. By the time you look back at him, he was already passed out, the pout still on his face, buried in his arms. Still beautiful. Any gentle attempt at waking him up proved to be futile - and more for you than it was for him. The cheek grazes, the head scratches, the arm squishes - finally yours to touch after he’d been flexing in his short-sleeves all night long. There was no way it hurt like it said he did. Standing up and tugging his arm until he got on his feet nearly did it, and you had to help his drunken and dazed self all the way to his bed. He was just awake enough to lie down on his own.

You stare at him on the bed below you, and with the quiet chirping of the birds outside his window and the early sunlight streaming in below his curtains…. you knew this was the most peaceful moment you had ever experienced in your life, so you took it all in. He'd forget about this tomorrow, but you'd remember it for the rest of your days.

When you suspected Jungkook finally drifted off to sleep again, you reluctantly turned away from the scene and made your way to his bedroom door.

“Stay.”

You’re unsure you heard correctly, but he repeats the word.

“Stay…. please.”

Turning back, you see Jungkook’s tattooed arm outstretched toward you. Inviting you in.

With the serenity of it all and your heart laid out in front of you, it was an offer you couldn’t refuse. Especially since he wasn’t the only one that was up all night. You turn over the covers, holding Jungkook’s hand before gently snuggling into his arms…. and just like that he passes out for real, a soft moan and a snore escaping him instantly. You could dash out. You could run, try to forget the night and hope he does too. But you don’t. Because he’ll wake up. Because he's sure. And because you’re sure too. And you’ll be there to tell him.

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serapheseraphim · 3 months

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hiiiiii *kicks and sways my feet and gives a gullible unaware giggle as i twirl my hair exposing my neck to any vampires that may or may not be in the surrounding area*

anyway. favourite bg3 npc?

Ooo hard choice. Probably Kar'niss :) I like that he shows up, is incredibly strange, and then dies. Wonderful. Also he is a drider and I am very diseased about those because.spider.

#seraph's asks #wow i sure do wonder who sent this ask

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transsexual-terabyte · 11 months

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🖊 + PLEAAASDE LET ME LNOW ABOUT XAVIER 🫶🫶 ANS MAYBE ALSO THE OLD MAN WHO TAKES HIM IN

YAYYYY HII HIIIIII soooo xavier twirls hair um

so. xavier my buddy xavier......... even b4 he was banished 2 earth he was always really fascinated by the concept of humanity (though all he really knew about them was that they existed, they were mortal, and they were strictly prohibited from learning about) (rule in place because angels are considered holy to humans and so learning about something that considers you divine is considered 'dangerous') (but higher up and more powerful angels can contact and even pass through into earth via mirror shards in certain special cases) (xavier absolutely does not fit into this catergory) and in the end the drive to learn more about humanity is what drove him to seek out the mirror shards and be banished for it (initially he managed to steal four shards but he only managed to successfully conceal and hold on to one of them after being caught and falling) .

and because only a specific few higher up and holy angels were ever allowed to go near the mirror shards at all, no one had any idea that lesser angels could use shards to open communications between dimensions, which is how shard comes into the picture (shard managed to pull off stealing mirror shards years in the past but never got caught) (they're afraid of humans so they dont really know why they did it) (shard is not their actual name but it's what xavier calls them), coz suddenly the mirror shards they stole are displaying an image unprompted and its of xavier being banished and subsequently falling to earth and well he's not in great shape (angels arent able to feel pain, but they have to abide to the life rules of wherever they inhabit. mortality, pain, illness, etc, are all rules of earth that angels do not typically experience)

and anyway shard wakes him up and he freaks out for a bit because um. he just got banished from his fucking home !??? to an entirely different dimension ??? with no way of getting back ??!? but shard's reading the news of what just happened to xavier and it brings up that he was always too interested in humanity so they have a !!!! moment and bring up the fact that... well. you like humans right ? you always wanted to learn about them ? i know this is... horrible, but.. maybe you can learn about humans there ? since earth is. where theyre from. and well xavier doesnt really have anything else going for him so he grounds himself to the idea of. well if im trapped here i can learn all about humans and since i have a connection back home... maybe we can spread news about humanity ??? teach people ??? and shard absolutely does not want to do that but agrees that since they have a connection and its the Only One like this, xavier can teach them all about humans. (even if theyre slightly very terrified). and so tjats how they get started.

um but the whole there only being one exit and no entrance back home really Does mean theres One Exit so all angels fall in relatively the same area (which happens to be a graveyard) so one of the locals to the area takes it upon himself to help any freshly fallen angels back on their feet again and accustomed to the new environment. and while xaviers standing there trying to come to terms w everything they notice him and approach him and offer to help heal up that broken arm of his and grab him a warm meal and a place to sleep. and xavier agrees, so he comes to live with this old man and his dog for a while, learn all about humans firsthand, make a friend, learn how to live here. (shard is not a fan of this. theyre mildly terrified about the entire prospect but well. its xavier's banishment, it's his choice if he wants to live with some strange human and his dog). . jts technically dangerous for humans to have prolonged exposure to angels for a number of reasons but the old man has been doing this for decades now, and angels arent unheard of on earth anymore, so there are lots of things to keep them both safe.

most importantly in regards to the old man though is that he loves fishing and takes xavier along with him and xavier quickly developed a love for fish. hes fascinated by them. loves watching them swim. loves studying them. and eventually when xavier decides ro explore further and further out into the world, he gives him a fishing rod and some bait so that he can go out and do what he loves (and hes always welcome back to the house if he ever wants to)

ummmm...m thinking thinking but i thuink thats a lot alreadg. scrolling up. oops.

#asks #hii hii pig ^-^#ermm for any1 who doesnt knoe abt my ocs btw... go look at my artblog i post them all the time on there

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jerrydevine · 3 years

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insp by @dorysief and @thearchermp3 .. there's nothing we as malec nation cant do <33

#i wish i could have put more bg noise from the scene in but the pop music over it fucked me over . random pop song playing 2 loud my enemy #anyway hiiiiiiiii alex hiiiiii alma *twirls hair*#mine #shadowhunters

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taireierre · 4 years

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warmup requests from friends + 😍bloodhound💘

#bloodhound apex legends #lie ren #timothy lawrence #bl3 #apex legends #rwby #my art #im in a weird place rn with my feelings on my own art but i think my weeks long break was a good thing for me #anyways my boy timberly.... love u miss u #and bloodhound haha hiiiiii *twirls my hair on my finger*

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askidvgravekeeper · 2 years

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"... But what if I like what I'm seeing?"

The survivor bristled as he processed such a refutation, having yet another response he expressly wanted to avoid with his snapping. It was followed by a subtle squint, his gaze thorny to match his pale rose eyes.

He could not discern whether or not he was genuine. Perhaps he was simply unable to pick it apart from the many years of cruelty thrown at him. Whether or not the words were kind or barbed, of course, it did not matter. Regardless, any set of eyes laying upon it burned the moment he felt them upon his wretched skin. He cared so little for these sorts of compliments because of this, and so he could not find it within him to entertain them.

“ℑ𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤… 𝔗-𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔱, 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢.”

#answered ask #violinysm #askidvgravekeeper #[[I’m so sorry I’m late wheeze]]#[[and that I’m rusty but aha anyways twirls my hair]]#[[hiiiii Antonio hiiiiii]]#[[If the fancy text is difficult to read lemme know I’m happy to go without💜]]

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cringemonkey · 3 years

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Hiiiiii uhhh haha *twirls hair on finger* have u maybe..... Seen nezha reborn...... Any thoughts if yes... I thought it was GORGEOUS and the drama hit well but idk im curious abt ur impression!!

YESSSSSS I DID LIKE 5 TIMES and YES its absolutely gorgeous and i cant state this enough i fucking loved this movie im biased obviously but its genuinely like. top 10 favorite zixuan movies for sure also...…. many many thoughts..... i loved how it took very distinct inspiration from old chinese mafia films and the difference in aesthetics right down to their style choice between them like wukong is very old school with his wardrobe and the decor around him like his mancave(tm). it reminds me of old hong kong or at the very least a fantasy reimagining hong kong like the type of shit you would find off a highly anticipated triple AAA game (chefs kiss) ao guang and ao bing reminds me of the modern shanghai type mafia movies, i really like the contrast between the two. ao guang's power is shown through the iron fist he has on donghai's water supply and the exploitations of it while wukong's is very passive power, where he plays by the rules and can easily slip under cracks. very mischievous i love it. just like the wukong i know and love

and god.GOD THE FUCKING BACKGROUNDS again everything was so gorjus im shitting and crying i also really love the mashing of different geographical locations and landscapes in a singular city, such as shanghai, hong kong, macau, and xuankong si. theres probably more that i missed but the vibes were there.

and the lore....... we only touched the surface but its literally so cool and the fact we got glimpses of other cities GOD i started bawling when i saw erlang shen in the end credits scene along with tiangou FUCKKKKKKKK I CANT WAIT also i took alot of inspo from this movie for my own reimaginings but ANYWAYS.... gonna talk about the movie some more but ill spare those who dont wanna listen or havent watched it (also some doodles sprinkled in)

the way ao guang treated ao bing was kinda WEIRD like i could very much tell he cared about him and loved him because he literally got him a new spine and tried to talk to li yunxiang like heh sorry about your friends leg lol and the cat and also heres your motorcycle back (slips you 70 gold bars) but he also seemed out of character sometimes such as. like. the confrontation yunxiang and ao bing had together cause IF YOUR SON DIED TO THIS KID

and THE FUCKING KID IS STANDING RIGHT THERE

YOU SAY DONT EMBARASS ME? INSTEAD OF SCOOPING HIM UP AND RUNNING? i get that the story has to follow its actual mythology (ie. ao bing gets turned into a jump rope) so i guess i cant get too mad but i do wish we got to see more of father son dynamics. also speaking of dynamics ao guang is very much a tough love type of guy, since he was doing all of this child murdering behind ao bing's back in order to protect him but like. come on making your son fight the guy whose soul is the reincarnation of the fucker whose sole (get it lol) job is to kill your beloved son maybe. dont leave him in a room alone with him

also shifu wukong.... chefs kiss yes...... it just made me just a TAD bit emotional when he was like.... hi nezha long time no see when yunxiang summoned him like WAHHH THEY WERE FWIENDS........

i honestly expected the movie to have a wukong and yunxiang falling out like yunxiang finding out wukong was supposed to kill him but thinking about it now im thankful they didnt because wukong knew what he wanted from the start he just wanted to throw himself off ao guangs trail for awhile

also. i love how they interpreted the yaksha in this movie, with him being the bodyguard (caretaker in ao bings case), i love how so many nezha movies make their own little takes on the yaksha since he was a minor character in the legends. its a lovely reoccurring detail and his facial features make it kinda obvious he was the yaksha since theyre very distinctly..... scary

ALSO. final note

FUCKINNGGG one of my favorite scenes was the exposition scene done by ao guang where hes like “是他爽了我，我，东海龙王” then he stomps his fucking cane and we get to see a sexy ass floor transformation scene and his voice is all echoy and the music goes all crazy DUDE. its so fucking awesome when i first watched it i recorded that entire scene (with ao bing being thrown to the ground too L) and would just rewatch it 4827 times its awesome.

yunxiang is also a very lovely character i didnt talk about him alot till now but hes such an endearing protagonist especially since his life went to pure shit cause some stupid gay mafia boy wanted his custom made motorcycle like just fucking commission yunxiang if you wanted one asshole now youre spaghetti on the ground. hes humble and hotheaded but he loves his friends and family all dearly, when his dad died i started beating the shit outta my pillow i was so sad

ao bing was just rich boy but I LOVE IT and it works very well only thing that unnerved me was that he looks and dresses and almost acts exactly like my fucking brother like hair and all. he used to scare me by saying he was part of the chinese mafia and he proved it by showing me this arm sleeve tattoo he got from china when he visited and one time when he was driving me home from middle school i heard banging coming from the back of the car and got scared and he said he had a guy tied up in there with a monkey and they were trying to get out and each time i heard the bang he would shout SHUT UP OR ILL THROW YOU BOTH INTO THE SEA WITH YOUR ARMS AND LEGS TIED BY ROCKS and i literally fucking CRIEDDD i was so scared Turns Out it was Fucking Soda bottles.

also.sorry i know i said final note and wrote 3 more fucking paragraphs but last thing. i literally love chinese fantasy films so much cause they always end the same: with a giant fucking boss battle where the cgi goes HAM and everything gets all funky and crazy and people almost die or DO DIE and I LOVE IT SO MUCHHH its so outta left field sometimes and other times its just so DRAMATIC GODDD I LOVE IT I DONT CARE its literally my favorite cause every time it happens i Know where the movie's budget went into

anyways thats it..... my thoughts...... i also drew alot of nezha reborn fanart these past couple days for no reason i just got a burst of energy for it which ill post! also so sorry sneakystorms for replying so late i dont know when you sent it but i just kinda forgot i had an ask box when i came back BUT THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!!!!!!! and hearing me if you or anyone else managed to make it this far <3

#long post #new gods: nezha reborn #nezha reborn #my art #ask #SORRY AGAIN I JUSY. I TALK SO FUCKING MUCH #HOPE YOU LIKED MY THOUGHTS THOUGH!!!!!!! SORRY FOR REPLYING PROBABLY DECADES LATER

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sour-heart-treats · 4 years

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hiiiiii kris 💖💖💖💖 twirls my hair cutely will you write timekeeper and croissant angst based off of our dumb shenanigans on discord

There have always been some... Odd occurrences when it came to reflective surfaces. Perhaps it was just her experiences with how timelines often emitted strange and distorted forms of light, but Croissant couldn't help but be curious as to why this was the case. She wasn't much for figuring out the physics of light, that was more of her brother's field, but... In the very least, reflective surfaces should be accurate when a wormhole isn't involved. Reflective surfaces should act as they normally do, so long as there isn't some type of abnormality in this location. And, when it comes to being within the TBD, Croissant knew full-well there shouldn't be any oddities around here... This was the most stable place in all of the space-time continuum!

...As much of an idiotic choice it was to hide here, perhaps it was that stupidity of an idea that made it unexpected and a good place to hide!

Yet despite its stability, there was still something missing. The reflection that Croissant should have seen in the headlights of her craft should have been of herself, but... It just... Wasn't. Sure, it was about the same palette, but there was far more yellow and far less brown. If she stared close enough, she could even see a... Spiral? That wasn't a part of the mechanic's headlight, nor was it a part of anything that could be reflected. Narrowing her gaze, Croissant grew curious of what could have caused this, though the source was quite different than what one would expect.

"You really thought you could outrun me again and again, didn't you?" That voice-!

Croissant whipped around, holding out her wrench defensively to the deity that made their presence more than just a bit known. "T-Timekeeper!? I thought you were- You shouldn't be-"

"I shouldn't be where I control, and should be out looking for other places to control and bring under my grasp? Oh, how simple-minded you can be..." Backing away from the mechanic, Timekeeper grinned with an aura that shook Croissant to her core each time she encountered this devious tricker. "Come now, sweet Croissant, you may have thought your reverse psychology would have gotten me off of your trail, but you have forgotten... I know more about you than you know of yourself. In fact, you could learn such if you just gave up and joined the rest of your family."

Blinking, the fixer-upper of a cookie couldn't help but be taken aback. Sure, she knew of Caramel being taken into the TBD as some higher figure- not of his own will- but the rest of her family, too? Why... "I'm- I'm not going to give up on taking down such a poorly led organization!" There was a laugh from Timekeeper, one that brought a small growl from Croissant. "You laugh now, but- but know that no matter what happens to me or those around me, I'm not going to stop fighting!"

"No matter what happens, you say?" The deity drew closer once more, floating upon their scissors and gently bringing down that wrench that was such a 'huge threat' to them. "Now that sounds quite selfish, now doesn't it? Ruining others just so you could have your way? You really haven't considered what your actions are doing to others, have you?" Another laugh, and in the blink of an eye the keeper was gone. Croissant searched the area as fast as her eyes could process, only settling upon seeing Timekeeper within the lens of her craft.

"Everything you're doing is for naught, my dearest... If only you could see that..." Croissant huffed in response, grip tightening on her wrench as the trickster continued to spout nonsense that she wouldn't dare listen to. Not in a million years, or eons if time travel had anything to do with it! "Continue down this path and not only will you destroy yourself. Your family will be disappointed upon realizing that you have failed... And that you have done nothing more than cause more grief than joy."

"Even I, the one who believed in you the most, am doubting your capabilities... Truly, you are going down the worst of timelines." More and more would be babbled on. Any interjections Croissant would make would be heckled and retorted, with nothing new coming about from it aside from a dwelling sensation of heat that began to bubble over.

"I wish you understood just how horrifically you're ruining yourself and others... Perhaps in another time, you will finally be able to realize your true purpose. Your purpose o-"

The sound of glass shattering echoed through the room. The engineer wouldn't listen to them any longer. With glass shards stuck in her glove and her wrench thankfully undamaged... It took a few passing moments for Croissant to realize precisely what she had done. Well, it was only moments, but it could be felt to be hours. "...You really like your provocation, don't you Timekeeper?" Croissant spoke bitterly, though there wasn't anyone there to listen. Not... Not physically, anyway.

"As soon as I'm done repairing this headlight, I assure you... I'm not stopping no matter what kind of manipulation you attempt to bring upon me!"

#angst drabbles #croissant cookie #timekeeper cookie #manipulation warning #physical violence warning #cookie run #crob #gaslighting warning #// i love you linuuuusssss

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lost-in-sokovia · 4 years

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toxic - chapter 6

hiiiiii! i hope you enjoy this chapter! the reader’s relationship with ransom is expanding even more and i’m super excited to take this farther! (may contain spoilers to Knives Out)

Thanksgiving was fast approaching, and you had no idea how to handle the fact you were going to handle that family once again.

Ransom had been kind enough to keep you with him the few days leading up to it, just so you had some time to mentally preparing yourself. After the other night when you had began to break out of your shell, Ransom was convinced things were just going better and better for him. But in a sense, they weren’t; why did he like the way you laughed? Why was the way your eyes caught the light mesmerizing to him? Why did he feel like the two of you were back in boarding school?

This is all stupid, Ransom thought to himself. This shit wasn’t what he intended. He was just having a bit of wimpy nostalgia to how it was before, and nothing more than that. He wasn’t fifteen again and thinking you were cute. Ew, none of that. He just wanted something to keep his intrusive thoughts away at night for this holiday.

You found this just as a reblossoming friendship. What you had stumbled upon accidentally led to something that you could stick with. Though things seemed to have just progressed quickly over one night, that didn’t bother you. Ransom seemed to have changed over the years. Sure, he was still cocky, and from what you gathered from Jacob he was still a playboy. But did any of that really necissarily matter? He seemed like he cared and wanted to develop a relationship with you. Why not?

You, unlike him, never had feelings towards him.

“Hey Ransom,” you said as you laid on the couch one afternoon. He glanced over at you from his chair. “Have you ever seen a Disney movie, like, ever in your life?” you asked with a small laugh. He rolled his eyes.

“Oh my god,” he muttered playfully. “I invite you to my home and you’re gonna make me watch some goddamn baby movie?” He asked. You giggled and sat up to look at him.

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No!”

“Ransom how have I never made you watch a movie during our years of friendship?” You inquired curiously. He scoffed with a smile.

“I’m pretty sure one time I let you show me a Disney movie in exchange for me showing you a horror movie,” he recalled. You nodded and breathed a small “ohhh.”

“I think I remember that,” you agreed. He nodded quietly and you looked down at your hands. That was before the two of you began to separate. He had found this movie via his new “friends” and was dying to show it to you.

“Aren’t you afraid of horror movies?” You asked in the darkness of his dorm. He scoffed.

“No, not since Kade and Mason showed it to me,” he said coolly. He played it off like he was the shit, when what he didn’t tell you was really those boys threatened to leave him if he didn’t watch it. You looked at him skeptically as he held “Carrie” in his hands.

“Ransom, I don’t know if this is the best idea...”

“Relax (Y/N),” he quoted Kade but used your name. “Why would I ever do anything to hurt you.”

Your nervous gaze pierced into him. That intimidated him, but he wouldn’t let you know that.

“‘Aladdin’ first, then yours,” you sighed reluctantly. He fist bumped the air and plopped down next to you.

“So...” you began after a moment. Ransom glared over at you with his blue eyes. “You’re saying you’d do it again?” you asked hopefully. He groaned and you cheered. “How does later tonight sound?” You asked as you stood up to stand in front of him.

“Nine sharp, and if you’re a minute late I won’t play the movie,” he ordered. You clapped and danced around, making your way back up to your room.

“Hell yeah!” You wooped as you walked up the stairs. Ransom shook his head but couldn’t help smile.

You’ve almost got her wrapped around your finger, Ransom’s thoughts began. He frowned. What’s going to happen when she leaves, Ransom? You can bet she’ll never want anything to do with you again. FOR REAL this time.

Ransom stood up and shook his head, walking over to the sink to drink some water. He thought about it though, what would happen once you left? After he got you to do what he wanted? What would he be left with after that?

He erased those thoughts from his head and sighed, walking up to his room to take care of a few things.

~•~•~

You called Claire as soon as you got back to your room. You were practically bouncing around as the phone rang.

“Hey girl!” Claire’s voice rang through the phone. You felt happy knowing she was still there to talk even though you two were still so far away.

“Hey Claire! What’s up?” You asked as you slowly walked around your room.

“Oh not much, I ended up at my moms for Thanksgiving,” she muttered in annoyance. You could hear yelling in Spanish in the background as you chuckled. Her mom was strict for sure, but she never failed to crack you up.

“Ohoho, how’s that working out?” You asked. You could picture Claire’s annoyed face and brown eyes filled with reluctance.

“All my brothers are here,” she said shortly. Claire was the middle child of five children. She had two older brothers and two younger brothers. Claire grew up in the Bronx so living in the main parts of NYC didn’t actually put her far away from her mother, but she didn’t like to think about that.

“What? No way!” You exclaimed. “I thought Bobby was staying in Florida this year?” You said.

“Well, he figured since everyone else was showing up that he had an obligation. Plus, Nikky is home from college so Bobby can’t pass up an opportunity to see his favorite brother,” she retorted. You shook your head, appalled.

“Damn,” you sighed. Claire cleared her throat.

“Anyway, how are you and Prince Charming?” She asked. You jumped a little.

“We’re doing really good, actually!” You exclaimed. “We got close again relatively quickly. We’re having a movie night tonight,” you added excitedly.

“Oh my god (Y/N)!” Claire squealed. You nodded quickly and twirled around. “This sounds like something a couple would do. Omg, do you think he’ll kiss you tonight?” She asked. You felt tingly inside as you did a double take.

“What? No! Claire, I’ve only been here two days!” You reasoned.

“But I thought you said things were going well,” Claire replied sadly.

You sighed. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see...” you trailed off. You heard Claire’s mother yell something to her in Spanish.

“¡Aguanta, aguanta! un minuto mamá mi dios!” She shot back. You giggled. “I gotta go, my mom is about to have a meltdown if I don’t help her with cleaning,” she muttered.

“Alright girl, I’ll talk to you later,” you laughed. Claire said bye once more before hanging up the phone. You fell back onto your bed. Were you and Ransom really actually close enough again for him to do something like that? Probably not. Definitely not.

~•~•~•~•~

The moon shined down through the trees and streaks of light covered the floor of the house. The main lights were soon going to be turned off leaving only background lights, the two of you were going to depend on the TV as your main light source.

Ransom walked down from his room that night in his pajamas and scoffed with a grin. You had a huge bowl of popcorn prepared and pillows and blankets (both some of his and yours) set up neatly on the floor.

He glanced at his phone; 8:59PM.

He opened it up to go as far as to get to the exact second.

“Ten,” Ransom began to yell. He heard a yelp and a thud before running of feet. “Nine, eight, seven-”

“I’M COMING!” You yelled. He watched you almost trip down the stairs and breeze past him in pajamas of your own as he continued counting.

“-Four, three, two-“ You dove onto the couch. “One.” You smiled at you tried to catch your breath. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled at you. “Not as punctual as you used to be,” he observed. You shrugged with a smirk.

“Not as stuck up as I used to be,” you replied. He turned off the main lights and walked over and sat down next to you but at a comfortable distance. He didn’t want to get too close, that would be weird.

“So what will you be torturing me with tonight?” He asked as he stared at the TV. You grabbed the remote from in front of you and brought up Netflix. You grinned as you pulled up your feature film for the night. Ransom squinted.

“‘Princess and the Frog!’” You announced happily. He glared at you for a minute as you laughed, pulling your hair back into a ponytail. “C’mon,” you reasoned as you popped a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “It’ll be fun.”

“You know you really haven’t changed all that much,” Ransom told you as he took the remote and pressed play. You stuck your tongue out at him before directing your attention to the screen. Ransom briefly noticed how your eyes lit up with excitement before he turned his attention in the direction of yours.

~•~•~•~•~

After giving Ransom a short synopsis, laughing at Charlotte (your favorite character), gushing over how much you loved Naveen, singing along to many songs, and dancing to “Going Down the Bayou,” you were asleep on Ransom’s shoulder by the time Naveen was going to try and propose to Tiana on the steamboat.

Ransom didn’t mind, which surprised himself. He was genuinely caught up and interested in the film now (which he would never admit to you). So sure, maybe Disney can produce a decent movie. Fine. Whatever. Doesn’t mean all their movies are this good.

Ransom watched how nervous and fumbled Naveen was. He smirked, knowing he would do a way better job at proposing if he ever wanted to. But then he frowned, realizing how similar to Naveen he was; reckless, (handsome), a playboy, rich parents... No no, he wasn’t going to compare himself to a stupid cartoon character.

Then his mind wandered to the sleeping girl on his shoulder, and how similar she was to Tiana. She was stubborn, hard-working, kind, noble, and always willing to help out a friend.

Ransom completely zoned out until the movie was over. After he came back, he glanced down at you. Your eyes were still shut and your chest was still slowly raising and lowering with regulated breaths. He sighed; you weren’t going to be moving yourself.

He slowly moved and adjusted to where he could pick you up and carry you bridal-style to your bed. He slowly lifted you up and held you close to him. He made his way slowly to the stairs and looked down at you. He resisted his natural urge to smile and instead kept on track.

When he reached your room he gently set you down on your bed and pulled the blanket up on you. Your sleeping form shifted naturally into a more comfortable position and he grinned, shaking his head. He slowly back away and turned off the lights. The moon shined through the window onto the bed and lit up your form.

Ransom slowly closed the door and sighed, walking over to his room. He couldn’t possibly be going soft for you. He wouldn’t allow it.

~•~•~•~•~

You woke up the next morning a little later than usual. When you found yourself in your bed, you searched your brain for the slightest memory of waking up and moving.

But if you didn’t move yourself, then...

Your insides got all tingly and you threw the blanket over your blushing face. Did Ransom really move you? Oh my god...

You heard your phone ding and grabbed it off the nightstand.

(Y/N), how was movie night?? What happened? I need ALL the details!!

You read Claire’s text and groaned, laying it back down. You didn’t feel quite ready to answer that yet. You thought about how Ransom could have possibly reacted. Was that awkward for him? You probably looked DISGUSTING when you were asleep. You whined and dragged yourself out of bed, deciding that you couldn’t stay in your room forever.

~•~•~

You walked downstairs slowly and saw Ransom sitting on the couch by himself.

You creeped in and cleared your throat quietly. He turned around and glanced at you before turning back to the TV.

“H-Hey,” you said awkwardly as you stood behind the couch. He didn’t reply. You felt choked up until you glanced at the screen he was staring at. “Is that... ‘Tangled’?” You asked.

“Turns put your movie didn’t absolutely suck,” he said with a smirk. You shook your head and walked around to sit with him. You two watched in silence for a moment before Ransom spoke up again. “So did that movie last night really bore you that bad?” He asked sarcastically. You knew what he meant and turned red, laughing slightly to try and cope.

“Oh- haha, I uhm- sorry, I-“ You fumbled. He put his hand on your shoulder and you met his blue gaze.

“You’re fine.” He smiled. Your heart jumped and you nodded slowly.

Goddammit, you thought. he was putting some sort of spell on you. You knew you couldn’t let that happen.

Shit, Ransom thought. You were doing something to him and he didn’t know what. How could he let his plan begin to fail like this?

The two of you could never be more than friends, that would be toxic for the both of you.

look. did this chapter really contribute to anything? maybe. was it fluffy? yes. did this give reader and ransom’s relationship an opportunity to grow? yes. so i guess it did contribute overall. i hope you liked this chapter, the tension is beginning to grow and things are ramping up even more. chapter 7 will be out soon!💛

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