#but it is just a hot mess. that i am editing too intently bc I Need To Fix It

[skrunksthatwunk]

ohhhh this essay was like. definitely plagiarized at least a little bit (<- peer reviewing in the club tonite)

[feliix]

Icing ✦ JJK (18+)

✦  Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ✦ Word count: 2.5k ✦  Rating: M�� 

✦  Genre: smut, fluff, crack (if you think I’m funny)

✦  Summary: Baking with your boyfriend sounds like a good idea until he makes a mess and then gets a boner. You know where it goes from there.

✦  Warnings: explicit smut, fingering, pussy slapping, spanking, cum play, unprotected sex, established relationship

✦ Requested by @luxekook​: “TAKE TWO: KOOK + COCKTAIL W/ SOME HOT CHOCOLATE BC HE FLUFFY AF” & This Anon: “I had an idea! Jk and reader are attempting to bake. Including a flour fight, playful arguing, and batter tasting and it’s really cutesy 🥺 but could turn 👀”

✦  A/N: I got a little carried away and this may no longer be a drabble anymore oopsies! I am still accepting drabble requests based on these guidelines!! Thank you to @jintobean​ and @bangtiddies​ for giving me the hype to post this because I needed it, ily both ♥︎ (also this is not fully edited so sorry)

✦ Written for the Drinks and Drabbles game hosted by @bangtan-dreamland​ and BHQ

“Jungkook stop you’re making a mess!”

A cloud of flour coats the air as Jungkook attempts to send a cup through the sifter. His sifting motion is a little too intense, the powder ending up all over your kitchen counter instead of in the bowl like the recipe called for.

“This is why I don’t bake,” he laughs, placing his hand down on the counter top to coat it with the white powder. By the devilish look in his eye you knew exactly what was coming next.

“Jungkook please don’t,” you say calmly as your arms raise in surrender, trying all methods to call a truce. Taking a few steps backward, you do your best to get away from the flour-handed boy, but to your demise your back meets the cold metal of the refrigerator. Jungkook approaches closer, hands stretched outwards as you turn your head, attempting to shield yourself. Before he gets too close you take a deep breath, holding your inhale as your eyes slam shut – like that would even prevent you from the disaster that was on the verge of occurring.

All the muscles in your body tighten as you felt his presence directly in front of you, his breath beating down the side of your neck. When nothing happens you slowly release your pent up breath, cracking your eyes open to see what Jungkook was actually up to.

Finally relaxing your thoughts, you see him standing straight in front of you, hands by his sides and eyes staring down at your smaller figure. A furrowed brow forms on your face as you begin opening your mouth, ready to question his intentions. Much to your dismay, Jungkook had other plans.

With the excessive amount of flour coating his hands, Jungkook brings them up level with your face. Time slows as you watch his hands move closer and closer to each other. Preparing yourself for the worst, you suck in as much precious air as you can. And then it hits you.

A while cloud of flour floats through the air, coating your face, clothing, and the insides of your mouth. The devilish smirk on his face returned before he was turning around, sprinting in the opposite direction of the house knowing he was about to get it.

“You’re such a dick!” You yell, chasing after him through the living room and to the bedroom where he had run into. Legs no match for Jungkook’s quick movements, he scoots past you and darts into the connected bathroom, slamming the door behind him and hiding from you like a little kid. “Open the door!” Your warning holds no value, not exactly sure what you’re going to do once you actually face him; but you sure are amped up enough to try and beat his ass. Although, you knew damn well how that would end.

“I don’t think so,” he taunts back, out of breath and wheezing from how many obstacles he encountered on his way to the bathroom to escape your wrath. A grin was spread wide across his face as he listened to you huff and puff on the other side of the door. There was nothing better than pissing you off – you were really cute when you were mad.

“Jungkook! I swear to god open this door right now!” You nearly yell, pounding your fist on the door in hopes it would finally make him open up. Shuffling ensues behind the door and you can hear him getting ready to face you, slightly worried at the extent of your wrath.

As the door swings open he meets his flour faced girlfriend, covered from head to toe in white powder. He can’t help but burst out laughing at your appearance, standing cross armed in the doorway as you look at him with a solemn expression. It was adorable.

“It's not funny! I’m a mess and the kitchen’s a disaster,” you try to remain serious, but it's too hard to hold back from joining in on this gigglefest. You clutch your stomach as laughter racks your body, hindering your ability to stand up straight.

After the laughter finally subsides Jungkook sits you down on the side of the tub, wetting a washcloth to use to wipe the flour residue off your face. Cheeks sore and stomach aching from all the giggles, Jungkook’s sweet gestures were the icing on the unfinished cake. The way his eyes were so concentrated on making sure each dot of flour was carefully removed kept you in awe. How could someone be such a brat 5 minutes ago now handle you with such care? He was really a keeper.

“There,” he says as he places the damped rag down on the side of the tub, standing back up and extending a hand out to you. Standing up in front of him he gives you a bunny-like smile, admiring your newly clean features, “Beautiful.” Blushing at his comment, you pick your head up to meet his eyes, only to be stopped dead in your tracks mid-way.

“Why are you hard? I'm literally covered in flour,” you question, reaching out in front of you to grab at your boyfriends dick teasingly. Jungkook flinches mildly in response, jumping back a little bit to escape your touch. Things between you and Jungkook were pretty open, neither of you were ever shy about calling each other out for being horny fucks, and neither of you were embarrassed about it either. 

“I’m always hard when I’m around you,” he smirks devilishly as he wiggles his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

“You’re gross!” You roll your eyes, standing up to swat at him as he crosses his arms in defense. You both knew where things were headed from here. It didn't need to be some grand gesture or passionate kiss to turn either of you on, just a random boner and a little bit of excitement and you were good to go.

“So… are we gonna have sex now or what?” He asks, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body into his. A joking scoff leaves your throat as you lean into him, your ear meeting his chest as he kisses the top of your head sweetly.

With a crook of your head you were turning on your heels to face the door, walking into your bedroom with ease. Jungkook follows behind you as you take your spot on the bed, sitting by the edge as he leans over you.

His hand grazes your thigh as you sit on the bed, him gently pushing you back into a lying position while his body moves over yours. His chocolate eyes focus on each of your features as he hovers over you, amazed by your beauty and wondering how he got so lucky. Placed under him you waited for him to make a move, so badly wanting to just wrap your hand around the back of his neck and push his lips to yours.

Time seemed to tick by slower and slower as his lips finally began approaching yours; your eyes staring down as his lips as his tongue ran over them gently. When his mouth finally meets yours all is good in the world. Electricity flows through your body each time he kisses you, the spark between you never dying. His soft lips caressed your own so gently, taking his time to make each movement count. Each light exhale from his nose warming your cheek and sending goosebumps to litter your skin.

He deepens the kiss as his hand wraps around the backside of your neck. His thumb moves in small motions along your ear as he holds your head delicately in his hand. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to notice your eyes were begging him for more. The small movements and shifts in his body language could tell you that he was lusting for more too.

In a swift movement Jungkook breaks the kiss, leaving your chest heaving from your desire-filled kiss. The demeanor in Jungkook’s eyes quickly shifts. What once was lust filled and dark transforms to something more fiery, his eyes narrowing and his lips curling upwards as he leans in towards your ear. “I’m gonna ice you like that cake we were supposed to make.”

Jaw dropping at his unusual choice of dirty talk, you lick your lips trying to come up with an equally playful response. He withdraws his head back to look at the dazed expression on your face, “Will you just shut up and put your dick in me already?”

“Can do,” He says as his fingers hook on the sides of your shorts and into your underwear, immediately ripping them down your legs with one swift motion. He grins to himself at your exposed lower half placed perfectly beneath him. His eyes wander your body in admiration, the cockiest look plastered across his face.

Standing up, he grabs the collar of his shirt before he rips the fabric over his head and wiggles out of his dark jeans, kicking them off to the side. While he’s busy undressing himself you take it into your own hands to rid yourself of your own sweatshirt. You lift the fabric over your head and carelessly throw the garment off the bed.

“No bra today?” His eyebrows raise in your direction, his dick being swept up with a firm hand, “Sweet.”

“Can you stop acting like a horny 16 year old boy for like 20 minutes,” you sigh, secretly amused with this fuck boy persona he likes to sport. He does look unbelievably hot with that smug look on his face though…

“I’ll act like a horny 23 year old, just for you,” he smirks to himself at the banter, walking back over to you as he pumps his cock in his hand a few times. Can’t help but rolling your eyes at him again, you let out a mockingly annoyed sigh.. As annoyed as you wanted to be, his little act was too cute for you to hold back small giggles from escaping your tightly sealed lips.

Reaching out in front of you, you grab onto his wrists, pulling him in closer. Jungkook’s hand remains wrapped around his dick, pumping it slowly to full erection as he gazes down at you, “Spread ‘em.”

You follow his orders, placing a hand on each knee and opening your legs to display your damp cunt to him. With his free hand he reaches down, dragging his middle and index finger along your slit; your eyes following the slow motion of his hand. Once he reaches the end he finishes with a playful slap to your clit. Wincing in reaction, you look up at him with needy eyes – you wanted more.

His hands grab a hold of your hips, flipping you over so that you're laying with your chest placed to the mattress, legs dangling off the bed. A hand is brought up to Jungkook’s mouth, coating his digits with a layer of saliva before bringing it back down to your pussy. His fingers trace your entrance as arousal begins to spill from your hole. Your arousal is collected by his fingertips, using it as lubricant to circle around your clit before dipping a finger into your cunt.

Your ass automatically moves back into his hand, begging him to give you more. Jungkook takes your hint as his fingers slip past your entrance to caress your walls. Tightening around his digits, you feel a fire begin to burn in your belly as his fingers pump in and out of you. It was so soon and too sudden, and Jungkook had every intention of holding you off until he could be inside you.  

Walls clench around nothing as he withdrawals his fingers from your cunt, leaving you whining in response. His hand is quick to line himself up with your entrance, pushing into you ruggedly as your body tenses up. He gives you a second to relax as your body adjusts to his size, your walls stretching deliciously as you accommodate his length.

With your fists grasping for the sheets Jungkook begins thrusting his hips slowly – lining the tip at your entrance and then plunging back into you again. His hands roam down the curve of your back, landing at the swell of your ass. He gives it a light squeeze followed by a playful spank; not hard enough to hurt but just enough to make you clench down around him.

You both fall silent as the sounds slapping from his balls against your pussy fill the room. Breath is sucked out of you at one hard thrust in particular; stars forming at the back of your eyes and your mouth salivating at the ever increasing pleasure bestowing upon you.

Growing needy for release you buck your hips back at him, meeting his thrusts and sending Jungkook deeper inside of you. A loud moan escapes Jungkook’s lips as he feels the tip of his dick press against a more sensitive area, your walls gripping around him harder and sucking him in.

“I’m close,” you manage to exhale out between moans. Jungkook’s fingers dig deeper into your sides as you grind your ass back on him, arching your back as far as you could to feel every inch of him. A choked whine falls from your mouth as Jungkook’s fingers meet your clit. Rolling the bud between his fingertips sends you into a full blown frenzy; chasing your much needed high as his hips drive harshly into your ass.

The coil in your lower abdomen snaps, eyes closing so harshly that teardrops squeeze through the corners of your eyelids and leak down the sides of your face. Cries of pleasure fill the room as your release finally arrives. Jungkook’s thrusts persist through your orgasm, not failing to chase his own pleasure after he meets your own. Legs left shaking and so fucked out you’re basically rendered immobile, all you can offer is the tightening spasms your pussy. Milking Jungkook for everything he’s worth is your top priority. 

After just a few more sharp snaps of his hips, Jungkook’s thrusts became more slow and heavy. Against your internal wishes, Jungkook decided to pull out of you, leaving your feeling empty at the loss of contact. Before you had time to even ask why, white hot spurts of cum were landing on the supple skin of your ass. Left breathless on the bed, Jungkook smears his cum across your asscheek, keeping his word and icing you like a cupcake. You were too fucked out and drained from your orgasm to complain, not that you would even want to if you could. 

The weight of Jungkook’s body presses down into the mattress next to you as he lets out an exhausted grunt. Turning your head to the other side, you meet his goofy post-sex grin, still cocky as can be.

“I think you have a little bit of flour in your hair,” his smile grows as he reaches over to ruffle the hair on your head.

“Remind me to never ask you to bake with me again.”

‘Icing’ is copyright 2020 @parksfilter​, all rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

[mxsinistir]

May I request a Good Omens Gabriel x Human! Reader please?

Pairing: Gabriel x [y/n]

Warnings: n/a besides the fact that the bad writing ™ becomes worse writing ™ towards the end bc it’s 2 am while I’m writing this. 

Summary: Freelance London Photographer [y/n] is friends with the bookshop owner Aziraphale, and happens to be sitting in one day when a mysterious stranger enters to have a meeting with her friend. Suspicious, this artist is ready to find out as much as she can about the man. 

Word Count: 2390

(tried to keep this gender-neutral but tell me if I screwed this up anywhere bc I probably did)

Hope you enjoy!

***

The first time you met him was whenever you were inside A.Z. Fell & Co., discussing a book you’d just read and returned (since you were aware he despised the permanent purchasing of his collection) over two cups of hot chocolate.

The moment he entered, you were intrigued. You turned your head to watch him saunter in, and some part of you screamed deafeningly that whatever he was, he did not belong here. That was saying something since unusual people were not uncommon in the little London bookshop. You’d known Aziraphale’s eccentric friend Crowley for quite some time now. 

“Aziraphale,” His voice was hearty, one you should have taken comfort in hearing. But in addition to his picture-perfect, incredibly fake smile, it set your nerves on end. “May I have a word?” Part of you decided this was your chance to run from the off-setting visitor, but that would leave your friend alone with him.

“Hi, I’m [Y/n],” You shoved a hand into space between you, “I don’t believe we’ve met before.” He looked you up and down, your eyes unwavering until he met your stare. His eyes - your stomach flipped, oh god his eyes - bore into yours, and you nearly recoiled when you noticed the color. A glassy purple with no signs of contacts. Just unexplainably rich violet that made the hair stand up on the back of your neck. 

“Gabriel,” He said, shaking your hand with a grip that was just a little too strong. You were too proud to coddle your sore hand, though. “I need a moment with Aziraphale.”

“Sorry, can’t,” You couldn’t leave Aziraphale with him! What if something happened? You’d picked up that Aziraphale had been involved with some sketchy people before, and what if this guy happened to be a well-dressed gang member? Well . . . well dressed wasn’t exactly the way to put it. You didn’t know what look Gabriel was going for, but it just added to his overall wrongness. 

Besides, Aziraphale and Crowley had always remarked on your excellent intuition. Warning Aziraphale about bad customers, giving Crowley advice on problems he hadn’t explicitly explained, knowing that both your friends were thinking at a given time - and at this time, Aziraphale felt very, very anxious about Gabriel waltzing into his shop.

“What do you mean, you can’t?” He half-snarled, his fake smile faltering. 

“My bike got stolen earlier,” You explained, casually turning to drink the rest of your cocoa before it went cold. You also needed something to hide your growing smile. “I told the police to drop it off here when they found it.”“Are you sure you didn’t miss them during your chat?” He said, “I swore I saw a bike parked in the front.” You stepped past him, putting your nose against Aziraphale’s window. Sure enough, a blue bike was leaned against the glass pane. 

“Well, silly me - Guess they just left it and had better things to do.” You laughed, turning back to smile at Aziraphale and Gabriel. “See you later, Zira!”

You walked outside, planning on walking home. You weren’t going to take some random bike from in front of the bookshop just because some guy had snapped and made it appear for you.

You didn’t own a bike. 

***

The next morning, before you even had the chance to ask questions about the purple-eyed man, Crowley had come into your studio, mentioning that he was bored, due to Aziraphale’s sudden occupation with work. Aziraphale had never been truly busy since you’d known him. 

“Crowley, do you know a Gabriel?” You asked, not looking up from the photo you were currently editing the lighting of, trying to decide if you could amend the conflict between the clashing color palettes. If anything, Crowley just hoped that you were too occupied with your work to even notice that you opened your mouth to ask the question. A few seconds ticked by, and then you stared up at the redhead. 

“Yeah, I know him.” He said under his breath, “He’s a friend of Aziraphale’s. Definitely not a friend fo mine. I’d keep your distance.” 

“What does he do?” Even without being able to see his eyes through the glasses, you sensed the panic in them as he proceeded to mumble out an answer. 

“Paperwork,” He steadied himself, easing into the lie now. “Some company Aziraphale used to work for. I think he’s kind of a jerk, but he and Zira go way back, so I don’t intrude.” 

“Funny, I thought the bookshop had been family owned for a hundred years?” 

“Part-time job, maybe?” Crowley stammered out. You just rolled your eyes.

“Is Aziraphale in . . . is he in any danger with this guy?”“What? No, no, [Y/n], you’re just being paranoid.” You weren’t so sure. You’d never heard Crowley so nervous about the subject of someone, and you’d certainly never heard of him willing staying out of Aziraphale’s affairs. It was common knowledge that he was the nosiest man in London, especially when it came to his friends. “Seriously, Just stay out of his way and it should be fine.” He had a certain voice he used when he wanted you to believe things were fine, even if they weren’t.

“I’ll just ask Aziraphale since apparently, you won’t explain.” That little taunt was usually enough to make Crowley spill everything. Not for this, apparently. “He listens to you, Crowley. Just make sure he doesn’t get hurt.” 

Just because he didn’t say the promise doesn’t mean she didn’t see him make it.

***

The second time you saw Gabriel wasn’t at the bookshop, but on a bench in St. James’ Park. You were currently looking over some pictures you’d taken of the vibrant area, the photographs dotted with jogging passersby and fluffy ducks that reminded you of Aziraphale. You stood up to walk by, snapping a few more when your camera focused in on a not-quite-familiar face.

“Gabriel,” You said, curiously approaching the benched man. “Fancy seeing you here,”

“[Y/n], is it? Aziraphale’s . . . acquaintance.” Who the hell used the word acquaintance anymore? You thought. “Is there something you need?”

“Just came to clear my eyes - I’ve been staring at this one picture I took for Aziraphale last week.” You briefly explained how one of the customers had split their coffee on one of Aziraphale’s old wall paintings, which he had sat on the table to clean the walls behind it. He had been furious, and though you knew you couldn’t possibly replace the expertly preserved painting - ruined by only human clumsiness - you’d offered to gift a photograph to him. Though he was obviously still disgruntled over the lost air, he did say that even something modern would eventually become history. You’d gotten to work. “I’m supposed to bring it to him this evening.”

“I was planning to speak with him this evening as well, actually.” The man remarked.

“Well, if you wanted, you could com toe hang out at my studio for a while.” You had a feeling that no matter what, this man would try to keep up appearances. Meaning he would accept your offer, even if only not to appear rude. Thanks to some information you’d gotten out of Crowley, you now knew that you wouldn’t be in any real danger as a human inviting him to your studio. He, on the other hand, wouldn’t be expecting the onslaught of questions you had for him. 

“That sounds great,” He said with clenched teeth, and so you just smiled and packed up your laptop and camera equipment, making sure to walk beside him all the way back to your flat. 

The square footage wasn’t much - you were honestly surprised you could manage to fit two people inside at once. Beyond that, every inch of the place was stacked high with frames and camera equipment and printed portraits. Your bed was usually just the couch by the window, and even then, you more often than not just fell asleep at your work desk, head draped over crossed arms. 

“I’m gonna be a little bit - I’ve gotta play with some finishing touches, and then I’ve got to print it.” You explained - Aziraphale had given you a faux-gold 18 x 21 frame, nearly identical to the one bordering the ruined painting. “You can sit on the couch if you still want to hang out. You okay with music?” You asked casually, bringing him a glass of water. You may be suspicious of him, but your mother had always stressed the importance of hospitality. 

“Do you like music?” He thought for a moment, staring blankly before nodding as if he’d been assessing whether or not it was the correct response to say so. “Queen?” He looked even more confused but nodded again. You synced your Spotify to a small speaker and set it to shuffle, sliding into your chair as We Are the Champions began to play. You snuck a glance over at Gabriel while mouthing the words and concluded he was possibly the only person in the world who didn’t know the lyrics. If anything, that just confirmed your suspicions of the man. 

Gabriel, on the other hand, was just as confused by you as you were by him. When you’d first met, he hadn’t known how to react to you. You’d stood up to him with no background knowledge, purely because you thought he had ill intentions towards your friend. Humans were always willing to throw themselves at things for no reason, but you were different - you had a reason, and that reason was nothing more than intuition to protect those you care about. 

And now, you’d carelessly brought him into your apartment - if he could even call it that. It was a glorified storage closet, filled to the brim with art and junk and beauty. He’d never been exposed to such a mess; heaven would have never tolerated it. He couldn’t even imagine that Hell was this chaotically organized. 

He could barely focus on that. How could he anymore, when there was you to look at? Smiling truly and losing yourself in the music blaring, snapping your fingers with bad timing, singing the guitar riffs, and constantly standing up just to pace around while mouthing the lyrics. 

You walked around him more than a few times, asking him random questions while leaning far back to see what your photo looked like from afar. He eventually saw that it was of an eggshell white duck in St. James, curiously floating alongside a dark goose that had landed in the waters. He could have scoffed at the symbolism, wondering if you understood the irony of it all yourself. 

Gabriel had never seen so much life in one plac.e It radiated from you, from your camera, from your fingers. It felt raw and unexplainably human, and not in the way that disgusted him with its mediocrity. There was nothing mediocre about you. You oozed with some sort of high that no angel could ever dream of finding themselves on. Angels were too flawless for something as uncontained as the day-to-day life you lead.

During the middle of one of your lyrical outbursts, you glanced over at Gabriel. He was drinking tea now, staring out into London from your window, sunbeams casting over his dusty hair and stunning eyes. Without a word, you pulled your camera in front of you and stepped towards him, snapping photos of him a quick succession. He whipped around at the sound, just quick enough to see you smiling. 

“Stay where you are - the lighting’s amazing.” You said, steadily walking closer to the man. He truly was a vision in an element like this. You leaned back to observe the picture he’d found himself in. “Do you think you could give me one with your wings?” 

And just like that, you watched the Archangel Gabriel freeze to the core as you shuttered a few more photographs. 

“Come on, everyone knows Aziraphale isn’t human.” And of course, there was no way Crowley could keep a secret like that once he was sufficiently drunk. “And besides, humans don’t usually make this pretty of muses.” 

He unfurled his wings gently, being careful not to knock over anything. All three pairs appeared in pristine, white condition, though when the window light scattered them, they reflected a spectrum of glistening violet. 

He nearly asked to confirm that you were human, though he knew the answer. No one but a human could accomplish this - a demon nor an angel could live in such harmonious chaos with their own little world, dancing to the raw beauty of it all and flourishing in the flaws you did not perceive as such. 

Gabriel had never felt love - a sort of ‘love for all humanity’, of course, but not the thrumming in his heart he felt now, looking at you in your element, high on the artistry of what you saw in him. On what no one else had ever seen in him. 

“I could have a photoshoot with you, you know.” You said, looking at your camera screen. “You look great on camera.” 

“There’s still a few hours before I need to meet with Aziraphale,” He lied - he was two hours behind schedule, not that that mattered. “He’d told me about this bakery beside his bookshop that he apparently adores.” He didn’t even like food. It didn’t matter - he figured you would. 

“Am I being asked out by the Archangel Gabriel?”“That’s strong wording-”“I’m famished,” You smiled, and as you walked over to your computer, he expected you to print and frame your imperfect perfection. Instead, you just saved the photo and eased your computer shut. “I can make something here, though. I don’t want to leave. Does the Archangel Gabriel want to watch a movie?”

He was about to make a snarky comment about your sarcastically calling him that, but he paused as you did the unexpected. You settled down on your couch right next to him and smiled. That was enough for him to decide that his meeting with Aziraphale could wait till morning. To hell with Heaven questioning him - him of all people - being off schedule. He would deal with that in time.

Right now, all that mattered was that he was sharing in on an artist’s high, and he wasn’t ever coming off.

[mikeshanlon]

goddd I cannot believe u have read iwwv u don't know me but for some reason we watch like.. the same shows and now books lol. anyway can I ask what were ur thoughts on the ending? like to me at least it was onvious Oliver had not done it and he wasn't gonna pull a unreliable narrator last minute (despite being an unreliable narrator) I'm talking abt the whole uhh James is a**** thing.. like what HAPPENS NEXT? is he w wren? also I feel so bad for meredith like girl love urself.. sry 4 the essay

omg yes taste!!!! Also no I’m dying to talk abt this novel so don’t apologize if anything im sorry bc I wrote way too much answering ur question LGRNLRGN

IF WE WERE VILLIANS SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT go read it if u haven’t it’s legendaric

Okay the ending!!!! AH!!!! Okay yeah so I think it’s clear Oliver did not do it, I think the ambiguity lies more whether or not James intentionally killed Richard or if it was an accident. Like, did he see Richard stumbling out in the woods hella intoxicated and think to himself that this was the perfect opportunity to get revenge for all the abuse and torture Richard had been terrorizing him with??? Did he lie to Oliver? Personally, I believe James that it was an accident… of sorts. I don’t think James set out with the intention to kill Richard at all. But Richard was goading him and fighting him and after the buildup of cruelty and tension between them over the past few months, Richard be a homophobic dick and calling James and Oliver qu*er and prodding at the most important relationship in James’ life struck a nerve. So when Richard wanted to keep fighting and hurt him again he was like fuck this and he hit Richard too hard with the hook and that in tandem with Richard being drunk caused Richard to fall and die. And, like the others, James felt awful but there was a sort of sick sense of relief.

(Also, I’m not exactly sure Oliver counts as an Unreliable Narrator. I mean he is certainly keeping some things from that detective guy but, and I was reading something from M.L. Rio about this, like he’s literally just oblivious and dumb as fuck sometimes LKGNLRGLKNRG. So idk how often he’s intentionally Unreliable but I also get what you mean)

Anyways I’m totally a believer that James is alive bc despite enjoying dark stories im like okay but I need a happy ending LGKNLKRGlkenlgneg. Like c’mon they never found the body……….. A metaphorical death and shedding of his past life bc he blames himself for Oliver taking the fall is like the MOST tragic hero Shakespearean shit ever like it just works so well!!!!!! The part where Oliver describes the last time James visited him in jail…

“Oliver I’m begging you,” he said. “I can’t do this anymore.” When I refused again, he pulled my hand across the table, kissed it, and turned to leave. I asked where he was going and he said, “Hell. Del Norte. Nowhere. I don’t know.” (343).

GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDd. God. Anyways I think that was very telling of his plans. Hell (for “committing suicide”, moreso for all of his wrong doings). Del Norte is the beach that him and Oliver slept on that one night and so I feel like that place holds a lot of significance for them, but it’s a place only those two know the significance of. So, I like to think he ran away there and started a new life. He wrote that letter with the disjointed Pericles monologue I think to hint to Oliver that he was at Del Norte, if he wanted to find him, because even though his “death” was a self-punishment for ruining Oliver’s life, he still cares for him a lot and doesn’t want to be without him. Like a whole monologue about the sea????????? The fact that he literally said the monologue to Oliver while they were at Del Norte?? “To give my tongue that heat to ask your help; / Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead, / For that I am a man, pray see me buried.” LIKE WHAAAAAAAAAAT god !!!! Also water is gay<3 and in my heart Oliver goes and finds him and they like work through shit and are together.

Anyways I don’t really think he’s with Wren. Their relationship during senior year was always sort of ambiguous to me…. Like they definitely got super close, they probably were romantically involved in some capacity (since other characters like Alexander who is much more perceptive were like Oliver how did it take you this long to notice LRGNRGNK) though idk if it was like the Encompassing Love Affair Oliver thought it to be bc he’s oblivious and jealous. And also like James was very much enamored with Oliver so idk. (EDIT i just remembered they slept together LMAO but i think my point still stands) In the epilogue Wren is in London and is a recluse and doesn’t reach out to any of the Villains which like. Good for her LRGNRLG even though I hated Richard I can’t imagine like how much of a toll that took on her to see her cousin die and all their friends be like uh yeah we should let him die and then have to keep up a lie like… even though she agreed Richard was awful that has to be so heart wrenching (badumtss) and life ruining. So I think she especially wouldn’t want to be with James seeing as he essentially led Richard to fall into the lake, though I’m not sure if she knows that or not.

And Meredith!!!! Like I’ll be real sometimes she frustrates me but I think she’s also SUCH an interesting and realistic character (which is something I love about this novel, all the characters are interesting to me and I like how the female characters are portrayed.... like i LOVE Fillipa she is such a bad ass bitch but again she’s not just like. Expected to always be strong and clever like she’s got feelings too. Anyways love her). As I said before I was perusing through the author’s tumblr a bit and ppl were like “omg why did Meredith go through all the male friends” like BYEEE literally feeding into the stereotypes that made her feel insecure and weak… (Also again, they’ve known each other for four years… so its not that insane lmao). I think Meredith’s relationship with her sexuality and beauty is very interesting and relatable for a lot of women (I mean I am not. Like a seductive femme fatale like she is but LGKNKRGN). On one hand she is definitely a multifaceted person who is more than her sexuality, on the other, she’s constantly Literally Cast by Gwendolyn in sexualized roles and seen as sexualized by her friends/bf (Richard) and constantly told her worth in and out of the theatre is her body. Like there is an interesting duality about the power she possesses with her sexuality but also the extreme insecurity that is bred by being constantly sexualized and this struggle of like knowing she has worth outside of her body but also sort of … not in the eyes of others. That scene where they’re doing those exercises of their strengths and weaknesses really Hit. Anyways yes Meredith love urself queen… get a hot respectful gf… become a powerful successful legend…..

Related-ish sidenote, obviously I like James and Oliver together the most though I will say Meredith and Oliver’s relationship was interesting though ultimately unhealthy…. Like one of the aspects I like about their relationship is Oliver respects Meredith and when he realizes he is falling into that idea that Meredith is this super sexualized person he’s like hold awn that’s shitty of me… But also I think the fact of the matter is that their relationship was catalyzed by shitty stuff,,, like lust and the need for revenge. Like I honestly don’t really think they would’ve gotten together if not for the extreme animosity with Richard and the adrenaline of like that whole show run and more particularly That Night…. It feels like they got together because they were drunk and they’re attractive, which like yeah fine valid, but also, subconsciously, to be like fuck you Richard. Like, guess what I’m with the guy who you’re constantly saying doesn’t matter. And also seeking comfort and validation when their most important people are not valuing them (Richard being literally fucking awful to Meredith, James sort of pushing Oliver away—again I think subconsciously was sort of a revenge jealousy type thing where Oliver is with the person that James doesn’t really like and makes not amazing comments about being promiscuous). And then their relationship I think keeps going because like. Wow grief is a bitch and they want some comfort. Meredith is drawn to Oliver because he’s one of the only people who values her for more than just a sexual object which like is What She Deserves but their relationship is like a mess of sex and guilt and Oliver is in love with James (the parts where Meredith drags Oliver for caring more about James… iconic as she should! Like when Oliver is like sorry James is visiting me I’m not coming or when she’s like are you more jealous of him or me when they kissed for that scene….. OOP!). Anyways idk if that makes sense but I find Oliver and Meredith’s relationship interesting bc it’s not like… the worst unhealthy relationship ever or anything and I think there is genuine care and love/attraction there between them but like Oliver is never going to totally Be What Meredith deserves especially because like… he loves James more. Also the part where Meredith slaps Oliver when he gets out of jail and he’s like yeah I deserve that is so GLKNRglkenrgnrg to me.

Anyways I probably have more thots but wow. This is long. Sorry LGRNLKRGNng

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1, 4, 11, 13, 15, 16, 20 not too many i hope :)

no my pal u could probably message me and say “just do all of them” and i would. i would do all of them. i welcome any excuse to not do what i’m supposed to be doing sdkljgsdgjsg

1. Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing

And you’re running.

A story’s supposed to start with action, right? And this is the most you ever get, legs pumping to catch a train that seems intent on leaving you behind. Your too-heavy backpack thumps a tattoo against your spine -- the weight of a calculator and textbooks, evidence of your latest blind U-turn in life.

Your mind’s a sprawling mess of anxiety, of impossible futures, tracking timelines that may never come. You thought the pull of muscle and surge of blood would shut it down, one day, that perpetual motion machine in your head, but it hasn’t worked so far. And as you take the stairs to the platform two at a time, the world rushes by--

--kill your darlings you’ll never amount to anything probably they’re hot i’m gay i haven’t watched anime in eighty-nine years the world is unfair you should do something on eldritch horrors probably a force is a vector i really did live in china what’s a body really don’t forget that appointment why am i tired all the time fuck 2007 was a long time ago we’re all dead already--

--but you do catch the train. And focus, for a split second, on the sweet clean air rushing into your lungs.

And you’re not dead yet. Ha.

4. Are there any other fic writers you admire? If so, who and why?

First person who comes to mind is @fenri​ for his inimitable style and awesome creativity. I haven’t come across anybody who writes quite like he does, and I’m so grateful that he’s sharing what he can do. Also I’d die for ASF.

I’ve mentioned before that @southspinner​ stole my heart at the speed of light with their fic Pulsar. I’m not going to shut up about it ever. This fic was water in the desert for me, I fuckin’ swear. You ever read writing so beautiful you started crying bc me too

Also I really look up to @wittyy-name​ who manages to be so impossibly prolific and also really fucking nice??? Read this btw. It’ll stay with you whenever the sun shines and will make you want to go places and fall in love.

11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?

I wrote a really weird sci-fi short story once that reads like it was written by a gross white dude where an android prostitute basically gets murdered Except Not because she’s a robot????? I don’t know I’m not proud of it

13. Favorite fic from another author?

Aside from the ones I mentioned up there, this is my comfort fic that I go back to whenever I need to feel good about the world. ;-; (It’s Haikyuu, Daisuga, with basically everyone else as a side pairing sdkgjsdg I love it so much)

15. Your guilty writing pleasure?

Find every single one of them in my WIP. Summary: self indulgent glitzy settings, excessively emotional smut, irrelevant bishies with too much screen time (cough lotor), BAD JOKES, extended metaphors that I end up editing out later because they’re a waste of everyone’s time, i don’t even know catch me crying in a puddle of my own tears

16 answered here!

20. 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of

these are picked v much at random aaaaa

Keith finds himself feeling desperately jealous of everyone who has existed in Lance’s orbit longer than he has. After all, no amount of young passion can make up for bonds built in childhood and strengthened by time.

He feels the music fill his chest, the spaces behind his eyes; it trembles on his tongue like words he dreams of speaking, but never will.

And my latest personal fav:

They’re eye fucking so hard Lance wouldn’t be surprised if his ass felt it in the morning.