#I should not have been laughing that hard it's like 1am
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Yasuhiro Hagakure, the funny man :)
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All of these photos are from the Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS series. I do not own any of the drawings, but these photos are mine. All credit goes to Spike Chunsoft for the characters and the books themselves.
Oml these pictures are awesome I have to show you
(A long post, this one is)
He looks good in only, like, 5 of these XD
J'accuse!
Victoryyyy :D
Crystal ball man doin crystal ball things
I know he doesn't do drugs but you can't tell me he's not high on something at least
Ion wanna talk to his hair I wan talk to him :(
Fact: Hiro breaks curfew to grab some snacks
LMAO he got caught touching the statue's b00bs--
Damn bro you got the whole squad laughin'
HOW IS HE JUST SO OKAY WITH THIS LIKE NO KEEP YOUR PANTS ON SIR--
Someone help him please :(
That's not... a ball..?
Hiro abuse
H-how you doin' Hiro?
..........They took my fuckin ball.
Bro just had his clothes forcibly changed and Hiro's first thought was "What about his underwear?"
"Oh shit this juice is bangin' yo" It's paint, asshole.
Top 10 photos taken just before disaster
I had to include fever-dream Hiro
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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BRO READING THROUGH ALL HIRO'S COMICS HAD ME ABSOLUTELY DYING AAAAAAAAAA
I love how the artists draw him, it's so good.
I think Hiro's really funny lol, I have no idea how he survived but I'm not unhappy :)
Next up: Junko Enoshima! [SPOILER WARNING]
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#danganronpa#trigger happy havoc#dr1#manga#4 koma#4コマ#long post#danganronpa trigger happy havoc#danganronpa 1#drthh#dr1 thh#danganronpa thh#dr thh#thh#yasuhiro hagakure#hagakure yasuhiro#I should not have been laughing that hard it's like 1am#Funny weed man :)
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9th member reader passing out on stage during tour because theyve been pushing themselves hard for the tour. forgetting to eat sometimes, pushing themselves in the gym, pushing themselves during practice (not in a punishing themselves way just a getting caught up in the work and not realising how harsh theyre being on themselves way). it all just gets too much during a concert and they just drop, maybe one of the boys catch her before she can hit the floor too hard. the boys beating themselves up a bit for not noticing how hard they were pushing themselves.
don't push yourself
stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)
genre: angst, fluff
content warnings: reader not taking care of herself
word count: 2.1k
summary: you thought you were doing the right thing for yourself, but it was only a matter of time before your habits became unhealthy, and the boys didn't even notice until it was too late.
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With an early rise, there was bound to be a fall at some point.
Whether that was into your bed, when you finally returned back to the dorms from a late night practice; on the sofa of Chan's studio; or to the stage floor of the concert you were rehearsing for.
But we'll get to that later.
The boys hadn't noticed at the start what you had been doing to yourself. You were being more strict with your diet, going to the gym every morning with Changbin, and staying longer at practice. They just saw it as you being their fellow determined member who was trying to improve your health.
And yes, you were seeing improvements, quickly, in fact. But it wasn't healthy. Not that you knew that.
"You should have seen her! She lifted 70kg today!" Changbin boasted with pride, arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both returned from the gym.
Han and Hyunjin had been eating breakfast in the kitchen upon your arrival, so it was the perfect audience for Changbin to show you off to. Chan was probably already at the studio.
"70kg?! I think you can lift more than me now... I can't even lift a spoon," Han laughs.
"Our Han is so squishy," Hyunjin said in an over the top voice and started poking his stomach and arms.
"Yah! Yah!" Han laughed loudly as he shoved Hyunjin away, all four of you laughing.
"Come on, Y/Nnie, show us those muscles of yours," Hyunjin made grabby hands towards your arms, so in return you tensed.
"Woah, your muscles are so big now!" Han's eyes widened.
"Yes I'm secretly training to beat you all up," you did your best to tiredly joke.
"Not much of a secret, plus, you could never beat me," Changbin smirked, ruffling your hair as he went to take a shower.
"Wanna test that theory?" you called after him, pretending to march along the same path he took to his room.
It was easier then, to joke around and act like everything was normal, because you were yet to spiral.
"Y/Nnie? What are you doing here?" Jeongin questioned confused as you walked into the apartment he shared with Seungmin, Felix and Lee Know. You must have not only grabbed the wrong key, but walked back from JYP to the wrong apartment.
"Huh? Innie? Oh, I must have gone to the wrong place," you mumble tiredly, putting your bag down nonetheless.
"You look exhausted... it's 1am! What are you doing up?" Jeongin stood up to analyse your tired figure, one that had also changed from you becoming stricter in yourself.
"I just came back from practising... what are you still doing up?" you looked up at the maknae, poking his cheek lazily.
"From practice? At this time? I was just watching some show on TV," he shrugged, tugging you to sit down next to him.
"What's going on?" a sleepy Felix rubbed his eyes as he entered the lounge, jumping back slightly when he noticed you were there.
"I'm not that scary looking am I, Lixie?" you managed to tease, your head rested against Jeongin's shoulder.
"No! No... I was just shocked to see you're here, why aren't you at the other apartment, did you have an argument?" Felix joined you on the sofa, stealing some of the blanket you and Jeongin had.
"She's so tired she came back to the wrong place," Jeongin laughed, rubbing your head.
"Wah! Y/N you're the first to do that out of us all!" Felix giggled.
"Shouldn't have given me a spare key," you yawned as you stretched your arms, wincing when you did so.
"I'm glad we did by the looks of it, did you push yourself?" Felix brushed some hair out of your face after seeing your pained expression.
"No, no, it's nothing like that..." you trailed off.
"Then what is it?" Jeongin began, "if you didn't push yourself then what is it? Did you not get any sleep last night?"
"I guess so..." you complied with his theories in aid of not having to reveal what you had really been doing.
Surely this wasn't a bad thing though? The concern in their voices was beginning to make you feel differently but you know you were only doing this to better yourself.
"Ah you need to be more careful," Felix tsked, pulling the blanket tighter around you.
"You can't burrito me to death," you tried to fight against the Aussie that was currently swaddling you.
"Oh, but I can."
Another night, you were back at your apartment (the right one) and were currently cooking yourself dinner as everyone else had already eaten. With a pyjama vest and shorts on, it was weird to think how you hadn't noticed the bruises that painted your muscles.
"Ah you're awake now, wait, what happened?" Chan entered the kitchen, happy to see you were awake but alarmed at the sight of your arms.
"Huh? What do you mean?" you questioned as you chopped some veggies.
"Your arms, they've got bruises, lots of them, what happened? Did someone do this to you?" Chan interrogated you all of a sudden.
"What?! No!" you glanced down at your arms and sighed, no wonder they ached so much. "I've just been working out a lot more."
"This looks like a hell of a lot more, you sure you're taking it easy? I mean, I know you go to the gym with Changbin now but that doesn't mean you have to try and match him," Chan sighed, unable to take his eyes off of the purple marks on you.
"Hey, my eyes are up here," you laughed, nudging Chan.
"Y/N..." he sighed, not in the mood for joking around when he could see that you were hurt.
"Chan, it's fine. My body just probably isn't used to it yet, but look, I'm sticking to a good plan, I've got veggies and chicken breast in so I'm getting in my gains like a proper gym bro," you laugh.
"Well, I'm glad to see you're at least eating, just, take it easy, yeah?" he smiled then, patting your back as he returned to presumably his room.
You thought your mind was getting stronger, but your body was getting weaker. Practising had taken priority over your eating.
"Let's go one more time," Lee Know instructed everyone, watching the moves of his members with sharp eyes at the mirror as he danced at the front.
And to your disdain, you stumbled.
"Shit," you put a hand to your forehead, feeling disappointed in yourself.
"Our Y/Nnie can't keep on her own two feet," Lee Know teased, but upon seeing that your expression didn't change at his light-hearted joke, he came over to you.
"Hey, it's ok, I was just kidding," he tried to bend slightly to look into your eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I just, wanna get it right, you know?" you sighed.
"I've seen you perform this dance amazingly multiple times, don't be so harsh on yourself," he nodded at you before returning to the front of the mirror.
But how could you not be harsh on yourself when everything needed to be perfect?
"Woah, I'm impressed, I've never seen you got a note like that!" Seungmin applauded you on one of your duo vlives.
Fans flooded the comments spamming hearts and mentioning how impressed they also were at you, being a rapper of the group, hitting high notes.
"I've been practising," you waved him off, hiding your face shyly
"Yeah, with who? Ailee sunbaenim?!" he tried to peek at your hoodie covered face.
"Woah you can't compare me to Ailee sunbaenim!" you laughed at him.
You continued to sing together, yet at the end you were getting breathless. And so, after the vlive ended, Seungmin couldn't help but bring it up.
"You sounded pretty breathless at the end..."
"I know, I know, I need to do better," you sighed.
"No it's not that! I'm just a bit worried about you..." he brushed off your doubts.
"Why? I'm fine," you shrugged him off.
"Ok, whatever you say, just take care of yourself, yeah?" he allowed you to brush away his doubts the same way he did to yours, as you both left the company.
And so this cycle of constantly trying to go past the boundaries of your limits continued. All the way into your second concert of your Maniac World Tour.
It had all been going so well. Everyone was on an adrenaline rush and loving the crowd's support. Apart from you. Your body was slowly but surely bound to shut down eventually, you just wished it didn't happen with your stays so happy, because you knew as soon as you hit the floor, you would have taken that away.
"Y/Nnie!!!" screamed the fans as your body slumped and didn't get back up.
The members instantly turned to where you had been performing. It hadn't even been a high energy choreo, because this time, you were simply moving around the stage to interact more with the fans.
You would have scolded yourself if you had a single coherent thought in your exhausted state.
"Somebody help!" Chan worriedly waved over some staff from backstage as they lifted you off.
"Please excuse us stays, everything will be ok, we will be back with you in a moment," Lee Know hurriedly tried to calm the crowd of tearful stays before rushing after his fellow members who surrounded you.
"Come on, Y/N, wake up," Hyunjin patted your face, trying to help you come back to reality.
"Hmmm," you groaned, a pounding feeling in your head.
"Oh thank God!" Han sighed in relief, hand on his quickly beating heart.
"What happened?" you mumbled tiredly as you were sat up by two staff members who fanned you and handed you some water with a straw to sip from.
"You just collapsed out there!" Felix said with wide eyes.
"Oh," you simply said, not wanting to confront what could have happened to you.
"Oh? Just, oh? Y/N, what happened out there?" Chan sternly said from next to you, squeezing your hand to offer reassurance despite his strict demeanor.
"I don't know... One second I was talking to the fans and the next..."
"You... you haven't been taking care of yourself have you?" Hyunjin burst out with his question, unable to hold back his words no longer.
"I have, I've been going to the gym, I've been practising hard-" you began, before you were cut off.
"How didn't I realise?" Changbin pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Realise what, hyung?" Seungmin asked curiously.
"Y/N, please tell me you've been eating and not living off of those energy drinks I see you have every morning," Changbin crouched down in front of you, begging that he was wrong in thinking that.
"Yeah, I ate dinner, umm, it was when, ummm," you stumbled on your words, unable to remember the last time you ate a proper meal.
And that is when you felt like you failed. You had been doing so well but you couldn't even stick to your plan.
"You can't even remember when you last ate?" Lee Know looked around at the concerned gazes of his other members.
"I'm sorry I don't know why, I... I just wanted to do better," you bit your lip, trying to hold back your tears.
"There are so many better ways to go about it Y/Nnie," Jeongin sighed, rubbing your knee soothingly.
"I'm sorry we didn't notice," Felix said regretfully.
"No, no, please don't apologise, this is on me," you mentally kicked yourself.
"How long, Y/N?" Chan insisted on your response.
"Maybe... 2 months?" you wondered out loud.
They all gasped and shared different responses at your answer.
"Y/Nnie that's not good for you, no wonder you were seeming more tired..." Hyunjin looked away.
"I'm sorry, I really am, I never wanted to worry you all," you apologised sadly, and that is when some stray tears fell delicately down your cheeks.
"We will always worry, you're part of our team," Seungmin bluntly said, yet you could still see the compassion behind his eyes.
"Don't push yourself so hard next time, yeah? Let us know next time and we can help you figure out a way to do this more healthily, just talk to us next time, yeah?" Chan wiped your tears away as Changbin wrapped you in a hug you didn't realise you needed so badly.
"I promise," you whispered, yet everyone heard it amongst the sounds of the crowd, and if they didn't, they still felt the words hanging in the air, a vow that next time, you would take care of yourself, and that they'd always be there to take care of you too.
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I said Sunday? Well, it's 1am of the 29th here, happy Sunday. Also this was gonna be a drabble so make of that what you will. I should write more dubcon and intox kink cause those are two of my fav things (+ somno), esp the intox kink part, love getting railed while I'm high beyond cohesive thought
summary. you and Nagi have been having a thing for a while, but recently you've taken to avoiding him, and that has been making him more upset than he can take. so when he finds you alone at Reo's Halloween party, he finally decides to take action. too bad you are too high for a conversation - well, maybe not bad at all.
pairing. Seishiro Nagi x F!Reader
wordcount. 3k
warnings. nsfw (minors back off) cw: intox kink, dubcon, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, semipublic sex
halloween party.
For all intents and purposes, Nagi never really liked Reo's Halloween parties. They were a hassle, too many people, too loud, and he was always forced into a costume. He always left early, staying only long enough to appease his friend. But this time he stayed longer - just because you had come to the event.
Nagi had every so often seen you out of the corner of his eye, never in his groups, but still around. For the past couple of months, you'd been having a fling - a situationship, maybe? Though, recently, you'd started ghosting him. And with his poor social skills, there wasn't much he could do about it.
Reo had said he should just approach you, easier said than done. Nagi had spent most of the party ogling you - and for once he was thankful for having to wear a costume. He had bought a Ghost Face mask to wear with a black hoodie, the laziest thing he could think of. Every now and again he'd put the mask back on, despite how hot the fabric covering his head could get, he was glad the damn thing covered up how he kept staring at you.
You'd come to the party with a costume from that one horror movie with - was it Megan Fox? He was pretty sure it was. Jennifer's Body - yeah, that was the one. It didn't matter. What mattered is that the costume made you look even hotter than usual. The white coat, covered in fake blood, did nothing to hide how tight your top was, nor how your jeans' miniskirt hugged your ass tight and left little of your legs to the imagination. Nagi was losing his composure already, he couldn't stare at you for too long without his cock getting hard.
It's later into the party that he finally finds you alone, in Reo's kitchen, further from the crowd. Nagi is careful to approach you slowly, steps silent until he is close to you - and shit, he can already smell your perfume. It was sweet, and made his body heat up like crazy. When you finally notice him it's too late, he is already close, almost boxing you against the counter, tall frame looking over yours. Fuck, he wanted to take you right here, right now.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" Nagi asks in a low grunt, but you only mumble in response. That's when he notices something, underneath the overpowering sweetness of your perfume. It's a smell he recognizes, and with how slow you are speaking and the red tinting your eyes - oh yeah, he is sure now. "Are you high?" Your stutter is confirmation enough, but Nagi still brings his face close to yours, taking a sniff again. Yep, that's weed.
"Seishiro, no," you whine, eyes droopy and voice almost slurred, and he can't help snicker, barely swallowing a laugh. Your hands collide with his chest as you try to push him away from your personal space. But Nagi is much too strong for that, all you manage is to make him straighten up again, narrowing his eyes with a smirk. "You didn't answer my question? Why have you been avoiding me?" He leans in your direction, holding his body up with one hand on the counter, chuckling at the annoyance crossing your face - there was some weird pleasure in pestering you while you were in that state.
You take half a step backwards and hit your back to the counter, almost stumbling. It's cute, your hazy eyes look around, like a confused animal. "Sei, can we not do this now?" You are slow to answer, mumbling again, your gaze struggling to focus on his own. Your dazed state is sweet, but too bad, he wants to solve his problem now. "No. Now, why?" You grunt, frustration bubbling through you - you are usually far more controlled than this, which makes everything just adorable. Oh, you look so vulnerable and so pretty. It really makes him want you even more.
"Ugh, I have other things to do with my life too, you know, I actually have a life," you sneer, and it doesn't sound quite as cutting as it usually would. He watches you fidget, body swaying slightly, eyes looking at him through heavy lids and long lashes. You look beautiful, but he doesn't much like your answer. "Other things or other guys?" Nagi's voice is restrained, but he is jealous, he can't deny that - and the alcohol in his system is making him all too open about it. He brings his body closer to yours, invading your space even more.
You huff and groan, a mix of frustration and confusion noticeable in your expression. Your hands make contact with Nagi’s chest again, trying to shove him away once more, still to no avail as he just lets you keep on trying. "Really? We have nothing, don't act stupid," you shoot back, and while it's true, there is nothing between you, that still doesn't stop Nagi's jealousy. He can be as stubborn as he can be lazy sometimes, and his mind had been stuck on you for a while now. The solution is simple, getting you back on his bed - and while he may not be a charmer, like Reo, he has gotta try something.
"You know they can't fuck you like I do, right? Why even try, it's a hassle," Nagi lowers his face close to yours, trying to see if the proximity bends you towards falling for his smug boast. You freeze for a second, taken aback by the heat from his breath touching your skin, hazy eyes finally focusing on his. There is a silent moment before you grunt and try to push him off again, still failing against his hulking size. Nagi uses his free hand to hold one of your wrists, keeping your fist glued to his chest with a grin.
"This is stupid, let me go, Nagi," you groan out in a tired voice - and using his last name, something you only did when frustrated. Your half lidded eyes move from his face to his hand as you weakly try to struggle, lips almost coming into a pout as you speak. Once again, it's cute, your mind too slow to properly react. He can feel your breath speeding up, chest rising and falling with your pants - Nagi can't tell if you are scared or aroused, you always did like being restrained. To him, it could go either way.
"I missed you," he came closer, breathing out in your ear. "I missed fucking that pretty pussy," it's crude, but it's the truth - and it makes him sound less clingy. You struggle, groaning his name as he holds your hand to his chest, fingers wrapped tight around your wrist - he can feel your pulse on his fingertips, your heart beating fast. Nagi's mouth hovers over yours, hot breath fanning your skin. "Come on now, if you don't want it, just say it," he doesn't give you time for that, crashing his lips against yours in a flash.
His kiss is rough and desperate, assaulting your soft lips with passion. You still squirm, but Nagi is just too strong, one hand caging you against the counter, the other holding your forearm tight to his chest. When you try to say something, he slips his tongue in your mouth, exploring your warm wetness. You try to push him off but fail, and it doesn't take very much for your protests to begin to fade. You just let him push you against the kitchen counter and explore the taste of your mouth, mind too dazed and tired to tell the body to fight back, your own muscles too heavy to react.
It takes a little longer for you to kiss him back, hands still trying to push him away for a long minute before you finally give in. When you do, though, Nagi is all too eager to pounce on your heavy and sluggish body - if you smoked enough you'd generally turn out like him, and he remembered spending a good few afternoons lazying with you just like that. But now there is no slow afternoon, only the rushed beating of his heart as his hands desperately travel over your body, groping and kneading whatever they touched in a frenzy. The body haze caused by the weed made your body feel even more pliable to his touch, which only made things better, your skin welcoming his long fingers in a warm embrace. Shit, when he notices it, he is already rubbing his clothed hips against your body, rutting into you like a damn dog.
When his patience finally runs dry, Nagi drags you into the bathroom near the kitchen - you are so easy to just manhandle when you are high, it takes almost no effort at all. The minute he locks the door, he already has you shoved against a wall, your yelps being drowned by the muffled music coming from outside. He takes one moment to look at you again, and fuck, you are so pretty like this, looking vulnerable and small against his towering frame. He feels like his cock is already about to burst just from the sigh alone, pants feeling way too tight for his comfort, so he doesn't take very long to go back to kissing you.
"Sei," you manage to cry out when his lips wander to your ear, kissing your soft lobe, feeling the velvety touch of your skin. "Seishiro, we shouldn't - hmmf," your words a cut by a whimper when Nagi bites into your sensitive skin. "We are in Reo's bathroom, we gotta stop, you can't," you try to squirm, but he holds your body tight between his and the wall - all your moving around does is make the tightness in his pants even worse.
"Hah, Reo is busy with some random girl, he isn't even gonna notice," Nagi responds in a grunt, warm breath fanning over the skin of your neck before he bites at it, making you tremble. " 'sides, you say to stop, but your body says something else," he punctuated his words by rubbing his clothed thigh against your crotch. You react with a whine and deep shudder, whole body trembling when you feel one of his hands grope your breast over your shirt, teasing your already perky nipples with a smirk. Honestly, Nagi was surprised you still had the mind to try and resist, but your body's increased sensitivity made it hard for you to actually put up any fight.
Nagi sucks and nibbles at your neck, pulling a reluctant moan from your throat, your shaky noises growing deeper and more lowed. His large hands travel down and slip under your clothes, feeling the heat of your skin on his fingertips. The thin fabric of your shirt poses no challenge to him as he exposes your breasts. You whine and whimper, clinging to his black hoodie, muttering things he can't really discern. Nagi gropes your tits as his lips crash into yours, pulling you into a rough kiss again. When he is finally satisfied with exploring your mouth with his tongue he moves to a new target. You cry out his name when you feel his lips on your nipple, fingers tugging at his hair, soft white locks messed up from the mask he'd worn for the first half of the party.
While Nagi's mouth is busy with your breast his hands roam lower, rubbing over your thigh and then trailing up until they find the edge of your skirt, feeling the rough touch of the jeans. He unceremoniously pulls it up - and it's not even that long a climb until your skirt bunches around your hips, exposing your panties. Nagi has no interest in the soft black material so he pushes them to the side, rubbing his fingers over your wet lips before sinking them into your plush pussy and earning a breathy gasp from you. You call his name again and Nagi's lips once more find yours, silencing your words with his tongue.
He thrusts his fingers into your damp cunt, feeling your soft walls like a welcoming touch. His free hand kneads your breast as your tongues dance against each other in a sloppy mess of a kiss. You tremble against him, moans silenced by his mouth as he uses his thumb to massage your clit while his middle and index finger are sunk knuckle deep into you. Oh, yeah, you feel so warm, so wet and soft inside, he can't wait to be balls deep into that hungry pussy of yours. It doesn't take long for you to be giving into pleasure - weed did always make you more sensitive, and he fucking loved taking advantage of your state whenever you got like that. In a few minutes he has you clenching around his fingers, juices dripping down his hand and onto the floor, body trembling in ecstasy as the only sounds you make are broken gasps.
Nagi doesn't wait a moment longer, long fingers fumbling with his zipper while trying to open his pants and free his aching cock. The thick length throbs, veins popping all around the shaft, the swollen head leaking precum already, begging for the sweet touch of your tight pussy. While you are still basking in the fading light of your own orgasm, eyelids fluttering with every shaky breath , Nagi pulls you up by the hips, pressing you against the wall again to keep you in place as he shoves his cock into you in one swift movement. The gasp you give out when you feel him sinking all the way inside is loud - and for a moment he thinks that maybe it could have been heard from the outside, but by this point he doesn't give a shit.
You whimper and grab onto his shoulders when Nagi begins moving, keeping you tight against the wall as his hips move back and forth in a wave motion, slamming against your own with each thrust. He fucks you like a beast, indulging in the multiple sensations ravaging his body at the moment - the smell of your perfume, the warmth of your skin, the way your pussy clenches around him so tight. Nagi wastes no time to get to what he wants, hammering into you hard and fast until you are both moaning and groaning along the sloppy noises of your sex. Once again he feels like a damn dog, but he doesn't really mind - not when your cunt feels so snug and so warm around him, soft, gummy walls stretching to fit his massive dick. Maybe that's why he was so addicted, your pussy took his thick and long cock better than any he'd fucked before.
He fucks you on instinct, mind blank from the pleasure, only taking in the sensations and nothing else. Every nerve on his body is lighting up, making everything feel so clear and intense, from the sweat beading on his neck to the loud drumming of his heart. Nagi can feel clear as day the heat of your skin like lava to his touch, wherever his fingers sunk they could burn down to the bone, it's like your flesh could melt together.
You are making noises he can't even categorize, weak little sounds that die on his tongue whenever he assaults your lips, but they still sound loud to his ears - loud and erotic. All you can do is cling to him, arms and legs wrapped around his frame, your body so vulnerable under his touch, eyes even more dazed and unfocused than they were before. God, that's his favorite sight, for sure, he loves it when you are that gone - mind too lost to the drugs and the sex to even register the world around.
Soon Nagi begins speeding up, chasing after his own high. He can feel the coil in his gut tightening, pleasure climbing until it nears pain. Every thrust pulls at the edges of his sanity, his movements becoming more erratic as his mind starts to slip into that blissfully emptiness only sex could bring. Part of him wanted to prolong the moment, but he is far too gone for that, far too lost to the pleasure of your body. Your warm pussy clenches around him and Nagi shudders, his cock throbbing and twitching in response. His groans turn more and more into guttural sounds as the sets on fire every nerve in his body. He can feel his balls tight and heavy, begging for release, begging to fill your pussy with his cum.
And that he does. When his orgasm finally hits him, Nagi sees starts take over his vision, all the muscles in his body tightening at the same time as ecstasy floods his system. He buries his cock balls deep into you as it shoots rope after rope of his thick, sticky cum, flooding your quivering pussy with it. Shit, he'd missed that, missed painting your walls white and feeling like he'd claimed you'd body for him. It's almost nasty, you are both sweating, breathless, and he is still pumping a big load deep into your cunt - it's so big that he can already feel the cum spilling from your lips and down his balls, until it drops onto the floor. That's when the door opens.
"Oh, come on," Reo breaks the eye contact he'd held with Nagi for a moment with a pissed off grunt, slamming the door and making you flinch. "The bathroom? I gave you a room in this fucking house, man!" Oh, yeah, Nagi had been too horny to remember that - well, what's done is done.
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A little ficlet I was just inspired to write at 1am lol
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Despite dating a rockstar, Steve was a pretty private person. Whenever he went with Eddie and the boys on tour, he'd wear sunglasses regardless of the actual weather conditions. Sometimes even a hat if he was really done with nosy reporters trying to figure out what his connection to Corroded Coffins lead singer was.
But it's been a long time since '89 when the band first took off and in the glorious year of 1999 they were finally outed by a reporter disguised as a waiter at the restaurant they were eating at and got a picture of them kissing if the corner of the private booth they were hiding in. Sales and the band's popularity took a hit sure, but so many new fans, freaks and outcasts and people just like them filled the void that they actually bounced back with more popularity than ever before. So Eddie and Steve agreed to do an interview on a daytime talk show, set the record straight and talk about themselves and their relationship openly for the first time. They talked about how high school cliques nearly kept them apart, but the spring break of '86, for all its tragedy and death and near death, brought them together and they worked hard to stay together. A true love story if there ever was one. It was freeing actually, finally being able to be open and Out, and if their love helped people, that was just a bonus.
Which is how no one, not even Eddie or the band knew about Steve's voice. He'd never been a singer, too insecure and beaten down to trust that he was actually good at something besides swinging a bat (and an ax, and Molotov cocktails). It was something he was working on, but change doesn't happen overnight and even now, in his early thirties, he still had never revealed his hidden talent to anyone other than Robin. And like, it's not like she ever said anything either! They sang sometimes back when they lived in each other's back pocket and she never said he was good, so he just assumed he was not terrible! Maybe the fact that she had a crush on Tammy Thompson and her 'muppet giving birth' singing should have been a clue. Steve just thought love made you blind.
So when, during the encore performance of Corroded Coffins latest show, Eddie gestures to him to come on stage, Steve tried to refuse at first. He waved him off laughing, but Eddie was persistent and the crowd caught on, chanting his name to come onstage. So he gave in, and god did he stick out like a sore thumb, light washed Levi's with a navy Henley, glasses on cause he had a migraine the day before from squinting at everything, it the crowd still cheered when he appeared, Eddie smiled at him all dimples and the guys gave an exaggerated slow clap at finally getting him onstage.
Eddie took his hand, the other one still holding his mike, and the band started up a cover of Tainted Love, one of the few songs that both Eddie and Steve agreed kicked ass. Maybe the lyrics didn't really reflect how they feel for each other, but watching Eddie sing to Steve, there was no doubt the man was very much in love. And when he held up the mike to Steve on the second chorus, Steve couldn't help but sing.
And oh, how Eddie's face dropped into open mouth shock, Steve had to catch his hand to keep the mike level. A quick glance showed the rest of the boys looked just as shocked, the music only continuing by pure muscle memory. Steve almost stopped singing, panicked that he was ruining the show with his voice, but the crowd was going wild and he could see the cameras flashing, and Eddie, Eddie was coming in close, the chorus over and he leaned in to Steve's ear and shouted, "don't stop!" So he didn't. And they finished the song together and thank god it was the last song in their set. So when Eddie pulled away and gave his goodbye with the rest of the band, Steve quickly walked offstage and headed to the green room, heart pounding a mile a minute.
It wasn't too long before the rest of the band piled in, and Eddie ran right to him, grabbing his face and kissing him hard.
Finally pulling away after too short a time, Eddie beamed at him. "How the fuck did I not know that you can sing?!"
Mind still a little scrambled from the kiss, Steve took a moment to answer. "Huh?"
Not the most eloquent, but he was still reeling from the loss of those lips against his own.
"Yeah man, when Ed said he was gonna pull you on stage, not gonna lie, I thought you were gonna sound awful." Garath said, earning a smack on the head from Jeff and Martin (unnamed freak).
"Not how I would've put it, but, I thought there was a reason you never sang with us before. So yeah, that was an unexpected surprise." Jeff smoothed over, knowing that so sometimes Steve's insecurities got the better if him, having mediated several fights between him and Eddie in the past.
"Holy shit baby, you were so good! I almost didn't remember to sing cause I was too busy falling even more in love with the most perfect man on earth!" Eddie gushed, gently shaking Steve by his shoulders.
"Cute, but also, get a room guys." Martin laughed. "But seriously Steve, you have a good voice. I don't know why we've been hiring background singers for some of our songs when we could've just had you do it instead."
"Oh, well, I-I don't know. I never thought I was a good singer yeah? Not for like, performing? I just wanted to kinda, ride the high of tonight, if that makes sense." Steve said, blushing and a little overwhelmed at the attention, but trying to embrace it and take the genuine compliments he was getting (something he struggled to do on a daily basis, neglectful parents having left their mark).
"First of all, bite me Martin," throwing his band mate the finger, Eddie was still beaming which softened the blow, the others laughing at him. "and second, Stevie, baby, you sound amazing! Light, but still raspy and sexy as hell." Giving him a peck on the cheek, Eddie whispered in his ear. "Gonna sing for me later big boy? In bed maybe?"
And what could Steve say to that? So he just pulled Eddie in for more kisses, deepening them regardless of the guys complaining.
The next day, the picture that was making waves in the music community was of Steve singing into the mike, Eddie looking at him with starts in his eyes and his face completely lovestruck.
@steddieassheg0es @oakenorcrist
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#dont @ me for the song choice#i went with the first thing that popped into my head#my writing
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how nalu got together headcannons because I have them on my mind and its 1am
They would be the couple who have been dating for like 3 years they just dont know it yet
they've been "together" since the whole thing at tenrou island
natsu couldn't sleep without her near, so he and happy practically moved in with lucy (more than they already had)
hed sneak into her bed and shed just huff and cuddle into him, pretending she's asleep (mf is a human space heater, i would too)
in emotionally heavy moments, they'd share a kiss and hold each other, but nothing more.
they also wouldn't talk about it after. they either didn't want to lose the other or the dynamic to change (lucy) or just didn't think talking about it was needed (natsu)
they dont "officially" get together until after gajevys wedding
actually lucy admits that she loves natsu and askes what their relationship is, and what he thinks of her to his face while she's black out drunk at the wedding and he brings her home and takes care of her until the morning (and through her hangover)
he didn't bring it up until a whole week later while he was walking her to her their apartment after a job (happy fast asleep)
he knew she didn't remember, but didn't know how to bring it up, so he just avoided it as much as he could untill he couldnt take it anymore
he always knew that she loved him ofc, but hearing her say it did something to him in ways he didn't expect
lucy knew sm was up, tho. everyone noticed, actually
that whole week, his gaze twards her was softer than it was before, his touches would linger, he was in thought a lot more than usual etc
and boy, was he doing a lot of thinking
in private, he'd pull her close and just hold her for a second, kiss her cheek softly, or run his fingers through her long hair - usually, this type of behavior only comes out after a hard job not after a lazy week
on the walk, she asked him if he was ok, and he just kinda blurted out that he loved her.
"Lucy, you know I love you, right? You know I'd do anything for you? Do you know you're the smartest person I know? That your beautiful? That you're an incredibly valuable member of our team? That I'd be nowhere without you? That I'm so proud of how far you've come since joining Fairy Tail?"
she responds with a "yeah obviously" while also getting incredibly flustered
ofc she knew it. he tells her she's great all the time but barely ever like this.
they stop walking and just stare at each other for a solid minute before lucy laughs
natsu gets confused and almost offended for a second before lucy says that they should talk more.
she walks into her apartment and puts happy to bed
they fucking finally have an actual conversation about how they feel about eachother
It's by no means a smooth conversation. its mostly them smiling, giggling, and (mainly lucy) finding it ridiculous that they waited this long to actually talk about it. and, god, it sure does feel good to actually hear the other say it.
after a while, they head to bed. lucy pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and pulled him close. she gives him a quiet "i love you," and he responds with a simple "i love you too" and a gentle kiss to her forhead, and they nod off to sleep together
#nalu#nalu headcanon#nalu fairytail#ft nalu#headcannons#im not a very good writer so this is all you get#fairy tail#fairy tail headcanons#fairy tail anime#fairy tail nalu
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Road head and locker rooms . JJK
Summary : a cold night and a boyfriend who wants nothing but to work out brings in more of a treat than just a quick run out the house.
>>pairing : Idol!jungkook x fem!reader
>>trope : established relationship
>>genre: smut and barely fluff
>>warnings/tags: Dom!jungkook x sub!reader, car sex, oral(m recieves), spanking, breeding, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, locker room sex, wall sex, backshots, hair pulling, cum tasting, and after care.
a/n - hey this is just a lil smthn after the love on bigdeal and you maybe should read that before this but you don't have to! But either way enjoy my valentines gift, I'll come back with more and my requests are open ! Enjoy<333
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It's been a month since your and jungkooks 'fallout' and you've never been happier. You're both more healthy and consistent with talking about your feelings and respecting each other generally.
You're currently sat with him in his Merc as you drive to the center where he works out and trains his boxing with his coach. It's cold as It's 1AM in the morning and you internally scowl at Jungkook for taking you out this late.
"Did we really have to? I'm cold." You whine, your hands going dry at the temperature in the car.
He meekly looks over at you, taking his eyes off the road for a second before focusing back on the road, tongue toying with his lip piercing as he pretends to be in deep thought.
"Kook, come on!" His laugh feels the car as he leans forward, finding your little complain fest funny.
You glare at him in annoyance,playfully though and reciprocates it with a smirk playing on his lips, "come on, you decided to join me. I told you to sleep."
"Maybe I just wanted to fuck and you want to workout." You puff out your last sentence, folding your arms as you glare out the window, taking in the dark night outside and the sparkly stars outside.
"You can suck my dick right now if you want. I need the release before working out anyway." Focusing his eyes back on the road, Jungkook doesn't miss the way you try to play off your mischievous demeanor that was very open to road head.
You'd usually back out of stuff like this, but you're Pmsing and need to the release asap. So open to the idea you, you turn your head to Jungkook, and to your surprise his eyes are set on you already and you take in the fact that you're at a red-light.
Playfully but aware you question, "really, Kook?" Batting your lash appointment at him, and playfully licking your lips.
"Yeah, really. I'll help you." And with a swift motion his pants are at his knees along with his Calvin Klein briefs.
His hard dick slaps against his stomach, and not only are you shocked he got hard so fast, but that his dick always looks twice the size bigger than it last was and it makes your pussy wetter than it already is.
Jungkook leans over to help you take off your seatbelt as he parks his car by the sidewalk, his tattooed hand on the steering wheel.
As soon as the car is parked you waste no time taking Jungkooks lips in yours as your lip lock is messy with saliva and moans being propped off the car.
Jungkook props off your mouth to remind you of the task at hand. "Cmon' suck my cock, baby, please." You nod at him, sneaky smile on your lips as you lean into his neck to place open mouthed kisses on there.
"No marks, Babe." No marks. How absurd. you think, he's all yours and you'll place marks if you want,his fans will be a-okay, maybe about time Jungkook hints at them, that someone is so rocking his world and his monstrous cock.
"I'll mark you if I want, cause you're all mine, aren't you? You gonna confirm that for me or I won't suck your cock." He only smirks at you in response, dick only getting firmer in his hand as he hears you spew what he thinks is shit.
It plays in his mind how you think you can all of a sudden take control and make him repeat after you like a pet. But he'll remind just who exactly runs shit between you two.
"And? You think my hand can't do the job? What about yours? Your fingers can't make your pathetic cunt cum, so between us whose really losing, huh? Tell me, sweety."
You immediately shudder at his words, feeling your pussy clench around nothing, Jungkooks cock throbbing on your clothed pussy.
Without further conversation you decide to muster up all that you have left in the word courage to put your mouth directly on his hard cock, dainty hands wrapping around his shaft.
"Cant even answer me for shit. You know who runs this, princess." Jungkook feels himself sweating when your mouth succumbs his cock whole as you moan around him when he immediately feels your warm tongue.
Your head bobs up and down as you bring your tongue out to stroke his cock, momentarily propping off his dick to give him slow licks as your hand rubs what you can't take in your mouth.
The mere action of jungkook opening his mouth wide and throwing his head back on to seat makes you wet, and it doesn't make it any better now that your PMS'ing.
Jungkooks pants fill the car as he feels his high approaching and only one thing would make his high reach the clouds and he says it,even demands it, "look at me when I cum, wanna cum all over your pretty face. You're my cumslut aren't you?" You peer up at him, nodding at him as you feel your body going hot at his dirty dirty words.
Jungkooks hands find your hair and forces you deeper as he moans and groans, his shirt sticking to his chest, almost as if he ran a mile.
"S-shit I'm gonna fucking cum." The gag you emit when your mouth props off his dick is loud and you have no time to drown it cause jungkook is rubbing his dick and his cum lands on your face, taking over your cheeks and the corner of your eye.
"Argh- fuck that's it. My cum dump so pretty for me." The sight of jungkooks fucked out figure makes you smirk as your index finger and thumb run along the cum on your cheeks and corner of your eye, putting it in your mouth to taste all of Jungkook.
Your initiative is to make him taste himself. So you do, straddling his lap as you prop your mouth on his, tongue taking him whole immediately.
The white sticky substance is shared among you two as you both moan like the most sex craved dogs on planet earth.
"Mmm, you always taste good." Thus you pull away, whispering praises to Jungkook of how his cock is the best man-made thing to have ever been in your life.
He only chuckles. Dick softening now, "Do you think I'm stupid, Princess? I'm still heading to work out. Can't keep coach too long."
You so are angry,I mean how would he? After you gave him the best orgasm. Never once breaking his rules of looking him in the eyes as he cums.
He is so done, you think. Sex ban that's it. He will never ever get anything more from you, okay? That's final.
Your mantra of punishing jungkook in your head is uncared for as your boyfriend, whose dick is already tucked away and seatbelt on, drives away from the sidewalk. Driving to his initial journey.
The whole ride consisted of angry glares at Jungkook, and dirty thoughts of Jungkook.
And to your amusement, jungkook only smirks at you, sometimes placing his hand on your thighs and his fingers would travel higher to tease your clothed pussy lips.
And oh are you in for a treat, jungkook thinks. It's a shame you're a little spoiled brat.
At the gym now you watch Jungkook box and do all sorts of things, that you definitely wouldn't be up to, considering you hate your body in pain.
You don't really wanna admit, considering you were mad at him, but the sight of his 'almost mullet' makes your pussy wet in an instant. Now disgustingly because they've been sticking your your clit that is begging for the attention and most importantly the desirable release.
Your thoughts never simmer down as jungkook almost moans when lifting his weights, and impeccably groaning in the quiet gym when he makes hits on his coaches gloves.
What you really think would shut down these thoughts would be taking a freaking break from being in Jungkooks overall presence, so you decide that would be it.
Making your presence known, you perk up, rubbing your thighs for warmth. "I'll be in the locker room, Jkay." Jungkook turns his head to the source of your voice and he smirks at you, nodding profusely as he toys with his lip ring.
Why does one man have to make you lose sanity?
Ignoring his actions, you head over to the locker room, placing your ass down on the bench.
But not even 5 minutes into playing candy crush,your head turns to the door as Jungkook parades in using his shirt to wipe off his excess sweat, his toned abs on full display.
"You done already?"
"Yeah, so get on the wall." Your eyebrows furrow in confusion but nonetheless you're curious and stand up to do it, your back on the pristine wall.
"Like this?" He shakes his head no, taking the initiative to walk towards you and shift your position to where your back is facing his front.
"Like this. And arch your back, most importantly, listen to every word I say or you won't fucking cum tonight. Got it, Princess?"
It clicks in your head and definitely in your panties as your wetness pools even more now and you're nodding at Jungkook.
"Cmon' you're not fucking mute are you? Fuking answer me." Jungkoos gruff voice fills your ears and the demand in his voice makes you shudder with pleasure.
"Y-yes, Kook. I'll listen to you."
"Good girl. My pretty girl." Your pants are being pulled down along with your cherry printed underwear and jungkooks fingers come up to collect your wetness, meeting with your clit and you moan lowly at the feeling.
His lips get caught in his teeth as he seductively eyes your body up and down, "so fuckin wet for me. I get this pussy wet?"
You mewl, "yes, just for you, please, Jungkook."
Jungkook doesn't verbally respond but lays a slap on your ass before pulling his own sweats down, dick slapping on his lower abdomen as precum heavily leaks from his red tip.
"Kook- wait. Is your coach in the gym?" Its been playing in your mind how someone could rock up and walk in on this Rendezvous.
"Nah, he left, and im tryna fuck so please, don't ask anymore questions." And his dick slowly enters your walls.
You moan at the stretch, "oh fuck!"
Jungkook completely pulls put before slamming back in and you can almost hear a whine when he fully fills your tight walls and it makes you clench.
Your intertwined moans fill the room along with smacking noises from Jungkooks lower abdomen meeting your ass.
The sex is impeccable and makes you lose your arch, something Jungkook isn't too happy about. He lays a slap on your ass and proceeds to grab you by your hair to set your arch, as his sweaty hair clouds his vision.
"Arch your fucking back!" Holy shit did you almost let up there. Jungkooks dominance always turns you on so bad and you internally want him to get rougher and rougher one of these days
The coil turning in your stomach makes you reach down with one hand to rub your clit and call upon your release.
"Oh- my Gosh, I'm gonna fucking cum, Kook!" You whine.
Jungkooks thrusts get sharper and harder, meeting your g-spot and you're screaming maniac. "Holy shit- yes,yes,yes! Right there, Kook, right there!" Jungkook meets your expectations and hits your gspot continuously and you're left with weak fingers coaxing your release.
"Cum, baby. All over this cock." You soon cum undone all over his cock and jungkook moans at the way you moan his name when you've orgasmed.
Chasing his own release, he only coaxes it as he goes even harder and makes you overwhelmed, so your hand meets his and you try to prop off his dick.
"Jungko- fuck stop!" But he doesn't.
"I'm gonna cum- let me cum, don't run!" Jungkook breathlessly thrusts and thrust until his milking your pussy and the messy mix trails down your thighs.
"Holy shit." Your head is thrown on jungkooks chest and jungkook lays loving kisses on your shoulder, murmuring apologies for not stopping.
"I'm sorry, okay? I'll stop next time."
" it's okay, Kook. just wanna sleep..that was so good." He chuckles at your tiredness and only silently cleans you up.
When you're all set and done, jungkook leads your sleepy figure to the car and places you in the backseat but it's unfamiliar to you so you struggle in his arms to sit with him in the front.
"Baby, go to sleep you're tired. Sleep in the backseat."
"No. Let me go." And he does, carefully putting you in place, and buckling you up.
"You're such a stubborn girl." That's what he says when he coupes up in his seat.
Your lazy reply, "your stubborn girl." Forgetting how you got here in the first place.
Jungkook smiles at you before driving into the night, whispering a subtle, "I love you." But you hear it and hopes he hears your mantra of love back.
~★~
Do not copy my work. I'll find you.
#bts smut#jungkook#jungkook x reader#bts#bts army#jungkook angst#jungkook fanfic#jungkook x you#smut#bts fanfic#jungkook scenario#jeongguk#jeon jungkook smut#jeongguk smut#bts imagines#bts fics#valentine#bangtan#bts network#jeon jungkook#bts jung jungkook#bts jungkook#jungkook smut#jeon jungkoooook#rm x reader#bts x reader#jungkookxfemalereader#jungkook x y/n#jungkookxreader#jjk x reader
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Red son and monkey trio[Wukong, Macaque, and MK] that fall in love with mei's sister[reader lolz]??
(btw do you write for azure lion?)
A/n: I wasn’t planning on doing requests but I changed my mind when I saw this, it was hard to pass up. So thank you for this! And I don’t write for azure lion as of yet haven’t watched S4 yet. I’m waiting for the EN release
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Falling In Love With Mei’s Sister
{monkey trio + red son x mei’s sister!reader}
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Macaque
You met macaque around the same time MK did. You noticed that MK was acting strange and when you found out it was macaque, you went all dragon rage on him. He had to admit that you packed a punch {you literally punched him in the face}
You were a bit hotheaded “a bit” is an understatement, mei bet that you could level buildings if you wanted to with your power. So yeah you two dragon sisters were very different from each other. You, the serious one and mei, the loud and outgoing one.
Your power was what macaque took interest in. He saw you as more of victim to be manipulated than someone he’d eventually catch feelings for.
Yet when you finally got passed the ‘I want to punch you’ phase of your relationship, you thought he was a pretty cool guy.
When he finally got you to crack a smile and laugh at something he said. He was done for.
Monkie panic set in. He honestly didn’t know what to do. So, he ignored you. And you were pissed about it. You decided to let your petty side shine and ignore him back. Let’s just that it lasted for two weeks before you got sick of it and confronted him.
You were more sad than pissed when you found him you memorized his travel patterns you found that he stops at your place during the night at 1am every night
It was hard to admit why he was avoiding you when he did. You laughed not in a mean way though. You were just surprised that’s all it was. You could tell he was in love with you. Just by the way he looked at you. I mean you like him too and you told him so without much hesitation.
Macaque was kinda embarrassed but tried to play it cool. But you can bring a different side of him out and he loves you for it.
But let’s just say Mei wasn’t too happy about you and Macaque became a thing. She did come into your home without any heads-up. Caught you two on the couch cuddling. Sure Mei didn’t like macaque but she cared more about your happiness, it been awhile since she’s seen you smile
Mei did threaten Macaque, if he hurts you. He nods getting the message, like he’d hurt you even though that was his intention before he got to know you yet he didn’t dare to tell Mei
Sun Wukong
Wukong met you when you asked Mk to take you to Flower Fruit Mountain. One, because you wanted to meet Mk’s monkey mentor and two, you wanted a few training pointers.
Sun was surprised that you joined Mk and wanted some pointers from him of all people and not because you were fangirl like Mk
Of course Wukong took you up on your offer and trained you along with Mk that day. He surprised to learn that you were related to Mei. Honestly he should have known better.
“So are you and Mei like cousins or something?”
“No. She’s my kid sister.”
“Huh…”
Yeah, you were two years older than Mei. It kinda shocked Wukong a bit. That you were the older one you were a bit on the shorter side in Wukong’s words you were small but that doesn’t mean you were any less powerful.
Wukong liked sparring with you. He felt you were more on his level than Mk was. He’s asked you questions about it. You’d mostly answer with just kinda had this much power, maybe because you were your parents first kid you just have that much power but you’d say your sister was quite powerful in her own right you just practiced more.
Making trips to FFM turned into frequent things you went even without Mk. Wukong didn’t mind, he liked seeing you. Sun has found your humor interesting in a good way of course. He’d laugh even if the jokes were dumb. I think that’s when he started falling for you.
He didn’t even realize until pointed it out him one day.
“Sun?”
“…”
“Wukong!”
“Uh! What!?”
“You’re staring again.”
“Oh…”
Of course you’d tease him. But he’s the type to brush it off and flirt with you after your teasing. Which you’d roll your eyes at.
Someday he’ll tell you how he feels, but right now he likes his relationship with you.
MK
Oh yeah, Mk knew you. You were friends, just like him and Mei were. You’d come to the noddle shop for lunch during your break at work. Sometimes you’d go there for the food, talk to Tang and sometimes just to see Mk. Mk was always excited to see you, Pigsy too mostly because you pay for your food unlike someone else Tang
Mk would get distracted every so often when you’d come in for your lunch break. One, because the two of you like talking to each and two, Mk has an existing crush on you.
Yeah, Mk was already in love with you. It was actually love at first sight. Mk felt a little guilty since your his best friend’s sister. Not to mention you’re a couple years old then him and mei. This love is very one-sided on Mk end.
You treat him like a younger brother and it sort of frustrated him. Mei has told him that he couldn’t tell you about his Monkey King powers or you’d have an overprotective meltdown.
So you don’t know anything about Mk and his Monkey Mentor. Though that didn’t mean you didn’t know about your family heritage. But you’ve stated that you wanted to live normally and moved out and into your own apartment and started working at a shoe store.
So, Mei did her best to keep you away from all the monkey shenanigans. But you did start to get suspicious when started to rarely see Mk at Pigsy’s.
“Hey, Pigsy? Where’s Mk?”
“With the Monkey King.”
“Who?”
Pigsy spilled the beans. You were livid, you called Mei. You asked if everything that Pigsy said was true. Your sister hesitated yet said yes. Mk was called by Mei telling him that you found out.
“Oh no…”
“What’s wrong, bud?”
“Something really bad.”
You rant to Mk about how much you’re angry at him and Mei about not telling you anything. But then you pulled him into a hug and told him to be safe while he was out there saving the world.
“Be safe when you’re saving the world.”
“R-Right, right. Of course.”
This crush is never going to go away.
Red Son
Oh no, not another one. That’s what he thought when he first saw you. You weren’t just Mei’s sister, you were her twin. Identical twins, yet your personality are like the sun and moon.
It was funny to some degree when Red Son mistook you as Mei when you met. That was until he saw your clothes and hair. Very different from your sister. He has found that you are timid yet quite intelligent.
Even though he just sits and listens when you talk, he likes the way you words things and talk about certain topics you like. Red Son finds some of things you talk about interesting he’s researched some just to join in your conversation.
That’s when he found out his feelings for you. Red Son was bit embarrassed by the fact that he, Red Son, had feelings for a mortal and the fact that you are related to that Dragon Horse Girl and friends with Noddle Boy made it worse. Yet he felt that you were worthy of his time.
Your meetings with Red Son were in secret. Yet Mei has become suspicious about where you go since you usually tag along with her and Mk. She told Mk and they decided to investigate.
“What is my sister doing with Red Boy?” That what she exclaimed to Mk when they found the two of you in the park together. Of course this ended up with Mk and Mei trying to fight Red Son. And before that could happen you stepped in.
A sister argument ensued. This is the first time Mei, Mk and even Red Son have heard you yell. It shocked everyone. You were happy that Mei cared about your safety but Red Son hasn’t done anything to you. Even though Red Son was supposed to be your enemy yet you found a friend within the fire demon. You like him a lot.
His face flushed a light pink color, hearing that from you. Sure you called him a friend but he knew someday he’ll tell you how he really feels about you.
#lmk#lego monkie kid#lmk fandom#lmk fluff#lmk sun wukong#lmk mk#lmk macaque#lmk red son#mk x reader#sun wukong x reader#red son x reader#macaque x reader#x fem!reader#x female reader#lmk mk x reader#lmk red son x reader#lmk sun wukong x reader#lmk macaque x reader#six eared macaque#monkey king#mei’s sister reader#anon request#anon#lmk x reader
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giving it a chance | kim taerae
genre: angst then fluff, comfort
pairing: reader (gn) x kim taerae
about/tags: in which reader is thinking of taerae's career, and suggests to break up (750+ words)
not super angsty, established long term relationship, they live together, you are both crybabies
It’s 1am and the only thing that manages to drown out the painful confines of your thoughts is the soft strumming of Taerae’s guitar. You can hear him humming along to the notes. He’d throw an adlib here and there – but there was really no structure to the music he was playing.
You’re currently holed up in your shared room, the duvet wrapped around you to emulate some sort of comfort. You gathered from the volume of the music that Taerae is somewhere in the living room, perhaps on the couch.
Today was hard for the both of you. For the first time in years, you were confronted with the idea that maybe you would have to let Taerae go. His dream is unfolding right in front of him, and you fear that being with you holds him back. After all, it’s not every day that your boyfriend would get to debut.
In some sense of false responsibility, you brought this up with him during dinner.
“Taerae, maybe we should break up.”
He thought you were joking at first, so he sarcastically laughed as he put his fork down. Still chewing, he waited for you to continue with the rest of the punchline. But when your expression didn’t change, his face dropped. He looked into your eyes for answers, but only saw sadness.
“Did I do something wrong? Did something happen?” he was desperately trying to understand why this was brought up all of a sudden.
“For your career, Taerae.”
He couldn’t believe you would say that.
While he accused you of giving up so easily, you went off on him about prioritizing himself for once. More unkind words were exchanged while emotions ran high. And that’s what led you here – separated in two different rooms, yet hearts still painfully tied.
When you no longer hear Taerae’s soft voice, you decide to continue the conversation you were both mentally preparing yourselves to have. Leaving the duvet behind, you tread lightly to the living room where you find Taerae staring straight ahead into empty space, guitar already set down between his legs.
“How come you stopped playing?” you ask in a voice that sounds tinier than expected. Taerae gently looks at you and you notice that he’s been crying.
“I was just, umm..I was just thinking..”
He puts his guitar against the wall as you walk nearer to him. When you're within arms reach, Taerae tugs at your waist to set you on his lap, his head resting against the crook of your neck.
He begins by saying “breaking up was never an option for me you know”.
And hearing this, you feel so incredibly guilty. Taerae has always been a giver. And while you were afraid that giving his time to you would be detrimental to his career, it’s not a decision you should make alone.
“You’re right. I’m sorry for suggesting to end us”
You’re about to continue when you feel hot tears drop on your skin. Turning around to face him, you cup his cheeks gently. His eyes are bloodshot and he sniffles once or twice before Taerae brings his thumb to your cheek, swiping at the tears that fell from your own.
In that moment, as you held each other close and stared into each others’ eyes, you finally see him. You see a young boy, scared that everything in his life is about to change. You see longing in his eyes, a longing to be comforted, secure, and loved.
“Can we just stay like this?” he says, almost pleading. His voice is so incredibly strained, and if you weren't paying attention you think you would have missed it.
“We can stay like this however long you want.”
“I meant, can we just stay as we are?”
“I know what you meant, Taerae. And yes, I won’t leave your side ever”
You bring his face towards yours, so that your foreheads are resting against each other. Your breathing steadies, and you feel the weight of your earlier conversations leave your chest. Hands still cupped to his cheeks you take a good look at him again, and find yourself putting on a small smile. A genuine one.
Taerae mirrors you, and you let go of his face to see the dimples form on his cheek. Then, you kiss him, softly. His hands travel to the back of your head, holding you close to him. And you both feel that this is exactly where you’re meant to be.
A/N: this was my first request! hope I didn't do too bad (to the anon that requested, i'd love to hear what you think. DM me if you'd like to hehe)
another question, should i make a taglist?
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Happy Birthday Old Man!
Min Yoongi/Reader (Part of the LS series)
Summary: It's Yoongis birthday and you can't help but pop into his live to terrorise him every now and then. Plus a birthday blow job.
Warnings: female reader, reader is from Europe but no country specified, aging?, oral (m relieving) kissing, fluff,swearing.
word Count: 1240 M.list
‘Presents, what did I get this year?’ Yoongi looked up in thought before continuing.
‘I can show you what Y/N got me, hold on.’ He stood up and moved out of camera view before coming back, your gift to him in hand.
‘She got me a few things but I have this here.’ He held a small jewellery box up to the camera. Inside was a simple white gold ring with, my love and the date you met engraved onto the delicate metal. He was smiling coyly as he showed off the ring.
‘It’s a little big so we need to get it re sized.’ The comments were gushing about the cute gift, but ARMY wanted to know what else you had gotten him.
‘I think I’ll keep the rest private.’ He laughed lightly.
‘Are you going to Indonesia?’ Somebody in chat asked.
‘I’ll be going to Indonesia, Jakarta.’ He answered with a blank stare. It was then that your name appeared in chat. He quickly leaned forwards and narrowed his eyes slightly.
‘Oh Y/N is here.’ His eyes skimmed your message before he rolled his eyes playfully and leaned back, now with a wide gummy smile.
‘You know Europe is a part of the world too right?’ You are from Europe and were quite frankly shocked when he told you there were no European dates. You were offended on behalf of all European ARMY.
‘Yah! Don’t be bitter with me! We will go to your home town together at some point I promise.’
‘My mom likes my hair long. She was upset when I cut it.’ He was talking about how his hair was constantly changing and what he should change it to now that he was 30.
‘My mom likes it long but Y/N prefers it like this so either way I can’t win.’ He chuckled and crossed his arms.
‘Oh well. I can’t please everyone.’
‘I’m 30 years old.’ It was now past midnight so it was officially his birthday.
‘Happy birthday old man! I love you!.’ You typed out into his chat.
‘You really aren’t that much younger than me Y/N.’ He smirked into the camera.
‘Guys, Y/N is bullying me on my birthday.’
‘I’m going to blast 30 by Bo Burnham when you get home tonight!’ You once again chime in.
‘Aish...I’m not going home tonight guys. An ARMY out there want to take me in?’ Of course the chat exploded with people begging to take him up on the offer.
He did go home that night obviously. Even though it was past 1AM, you hadn’t been able to see each other all day, so you made the effort to wait up for him.
He found you sitting in the living room, flicking through his photobook when he entered the apartment.
‘Happy birthday Yoongi!’ You sprung up and threw your arms around his neck. He chuckled as he returned your embrace.
‘You didn’t have to wait up for me you know.’
‘Of course I did, it’s your birthday.’ You moved back and gave him a tight smile, before you swiftly pulled him down for an affectionate kiss.
‘I love you.’ You breathed against his lips. You felt him smile back.
‘I love you too jagi.’ You gave him another quick peck before fully pulling back and taking his hand in yours.
‘Come on.’ He followed behind as you lead him to the sofa. You stood in front of him, biting your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to sit.
‘You want a birthday treat baby?’ You tried to sound sexy as you sank to your knees between his thighs.
‘I’m defiantly not gonna say no to that.’ He smirked down at you, rubbing his thighs in anticipation. He could already feel himself becoming hard in his pants.
You made short work of his trousers, tugging them down along with his boxers. He eagerly raised his hips to help you. You grasped his erection and started pumping to get him fully hard. Yoongi rolled his eyes shut and let out a small breath as he rested his head on the back of the sofa.
You stopped your hand movement at the base of his dick, leaning down and running your tongue along the underside and right up to the head. You fluttered your eyelashes at him as you placed a small kiss on his tip, before taking him fully in your mouth. Yoongi moaned out as you took him in, hand coming to rest on the back of your head.
‘Ah shit yeah Y/N.’
You smirked around his dick, bobbing your head up and down, wrapping your tongue around him as you did so. Your movements slowed for a moment allowing you to take him right to the back of your throat, lips connecting with his pubic bone. Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips, causing you to choke around him and pull away for a second.
‘Fuck, sorry jagi.’ He was out of breath as he spoke, hand coming up to your head to push you back down. You slid your lips back over him, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes as he hit the back of your throat again. Yoongi’s breathing had started to become laboured as you worked, letting out breathy moans every so often. You could tell he was close, the way he was rolling his hips, eyes squeezed shut and loud moans escaping him. You took this as a sign to increase your movement speed.
‘Wait- wai- stop!’ He stuttered out, pushing your head away from him.
‘What?’ You looked at him in confusion, wiping at your bottom lip.
‘I want to cum on your tits.’ Luckily you had worn a low cut top that day, so he lent down and hooked his fingers into the front of your shirt, pulling it down and exposing your breasts. He stood up and started jerking himself off above you. You gave him a sly smirk as you looked up at him, licking your lips as you did so. Your hands came up to your chest and pushed your breasts together, making sure to tease him by playing with your nipples.
‘Ah fuck, I’m cumming!’ He whined out before he let himself go, thick ropes of cum landing on your breasts. He allowed himself to catch his breath before pulling up his pants and underwear. He smiled at you as he reached his hand down to help you up.
‘Ag hold on.’ He stammered when he noticed the mess he made on your chest. He grabbed some tissue and started to clean you up, a warm smile spread across your face at the loving gesture.
Once you were clean, he fixed your shirt and opened his arms wide for you to step into, which you gladly did. You stood on your toes to bring him into a kiss, hands resting on either side of his neck.
‘Happy birthday again Yoongi.’
‘Always know how to make it special huh jagi?’ You rolled your eyes at him, before resting your head on his warm chest.
‘In the morning I was thinking we could order breakfast? I would make you something but I’d probably burn it.’ You giggled, thinking about your terrible cooking skills.
‘Ordering in sounds good.’ He laughed back, taking your hand and leading you to bed. Neither of you got much sleep that night.
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From Birthmarks to Pancakes
[ A/N ] - part 2 to "Something About a Birthmark" it seemed like i should give Harry and the reader some more time together lol let me know what you think : )
[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!
[ Genre ] - Fluff
[ word count ] - 2k
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It was kind of weird how fast your relationship developed with Harry. One day your making trips to your local coffee shop and the next your making trips to the coffee pot on your counter that he bought for you because “no one’s coffee tastes like yours.” Or so he says.
It had been 6 days. 6 days and five nights since Harry returned back to touring. Could you even be sad about it? The stage was his home, and you knew it. The fans would take care of him. But there was a part of you that just longed for him. The morning that he left he kissed you on the forehead and squeezed your hand in his.
“Is it too soon to say I miss you?” His voice barely above a whisper as you embraced him. It was all very sweet. You cared so much for each other. Both of you shared a sadness at having to be apart for a while, but you figured you would have to get used to it. His car took him to the airport and the plane took him to LA.
6 days later and here you were sitting on your couch with your phone facing up on the pillow next to you. You were waiting for Harry to call. He had rung you for the past 5 nights in a row. You felt giddy like a teenager or a little girl waiting to speak to her crush. Not like the 26-year-old woman you really were. The hair on your arms perked up as the clock ticked closer and closer to 1am. You might regret staying up so late eventually, but you just missed Harry so much and you would do anything to have him near you again. To have him close.
You got your wish nearly 50 seconds later when his name flashed across your phone screen.
H💫…is calling…crossed the screen as the phone dared to buzz off the pillow.
“Why do you insist on calling at such an odd time?” You chuckled into the speaker. Harry sighed a breath of relief when you answered so soon.
“Jus’ miss hearing your voice.” He breathed softly into the speaker and your face flushed at the sound of him speaking. The sound of shuffling and something being set on a hard surface filled the call before Harry spoke again.
“Do you? Really?” you asked shily.
“I love to hear your voice, even when you’re so far away.”
The call was filled with the normal topics. How the day was for both of you. What you had eaten for breakfast. Mundane things always seemed to calm his thoughts.
“Just cereal, didn’t have any eggs in the fridge.” Your voice was soft as you spoke. Harry laughed as he recounted the times the two of you had breakfast together.
“Do you remember the last breakfast we had together?” a cheeky smile found a home on his lips as he thought about that morning.
“Harry that was 6 days ago how could I not remember.” You laughed again and your face got warm. It was extremely early that morning and you had made quite the spread for him. Harry awoke to you in the kitchen with your underwear on your hips and bare feet padding around the stove.
“Listen I have something to ask you.” You wondered what he could be asking that he hadn’t asked nearly every night that week.
“Y-yes? What is it?”
“Do you wanna have breakfast together again?”
“That’s a silly question, of course I do but I won’t see you again for weeks.”
“I wan’ you to come see me. In a week.”
“What?”
The phone call was silent for several moments. Both you and Harry getting increasingly anxious by the second. Was he serious? He really wanted to see you that bad? It scared you. Breakfast became merely a means to coax you into saying yes. It was a sacred time for you. You always said breakfast was an intimate time to be shared.
“Y/n? are you there?”
You hadn’t realized you never said anything to his question.
“Yes.” You smiled as you spoke and Harry swears, he could hear it in your voice.
“To which question?” He joked trying to ease the tension on the call.
The anxiety of flying halfway across the country to visit a man you had been dating for a short time hit you all at once. Harry was famous, he was used to jet setting and needing new people all the time and doing spontaneous things. That’s why you liked him, but you couldn’t say when you met him a few months ago and spent two weeks together in your apartment shortly after that you would drop everything and go see him in LA on a whim. But surprisingly yes, you we’re about to do just that.
“Yes, I’ll come see you. In a week, right?”
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Sock clad feet plant themselves on the floor followed by a second pair of feet. The cool air of the hotel was cascading through the room and causing you to shiver. You were still happy to be there though. To be included in the process of touring. Well, for a short time that is. You flew in a couple of nights ago to see Harry upon his request. And it was definitely successful. Nearly gave the man a heart attack at the sight of you in his dressing room after his show.
Now here you were arms draped around his torso waddling along with him to the hotel bathroom to watch him brush his teeth.
“Remind me why we had to get up again?” You whined as he maneuvered around the sink. A chuckle passed through newly formed foam from toothpaste. And his eyes caught yours as you pouted in the mirror while still hanging on him.
“You know I’m not sure I remember telling you, you had to come prep tomorrow’s show with me today?” Harry teased and finished up with the sink. Placing a chaste kiss to the side of your mouth and dragging you along with him to his clothes. Reluctantly you let go so he could dress for the day, but the pout never left your face as you slump on the bed.
"Why are you staring at me grumpy?" Several sighs and some good intuition tipped Harry off to your stare that was boring a hole in the back of his head as he slipped on a pair of Nike shorts and running shoes.
"You look so pretty." The word almost came out in a whine. And you reached your hands out for a hug.
“You’re sad ‘cause I look pretty? That doesn’t seem quite right now does it darling?” Harry moved so he was standing between your legs as they draped off the mattress.
“You can always join me for my run!” A cheeky smile graced his lips as you groaned at the suggestion. Running? You? This early? No. Never. Harry’s thumb grazed against your bottom lip as he laughed.
"I have to go, or I’ll never make my run.” Harry whispered and then kissed you softly once more before gathering what he needed and heading out for a nice jog about the city. You stayed back and just relaxed in the room. Random people on the tv keeping y9ou company as you scrolled through your phone to pass the time.
About two hours later and Harry was back in the hotel room with you. The sun was rising further, and you were now dressed, fully showered and ready to greet the city. The knob on the hotel room door clicked before revealing Harry with his little clip in his hair. He made his way over to the bed where you sat and cocooned you in his arms for a hug.
He missed moments like this. Moments where he could just enjoy you. When he could hold you and take in how you smelled. Releasing you from the hug Harry spoke in a tired voice.
“I thought we could go for a late breakfast.”
Those words rang in your ears. You smiled and nodded your head quickly while rushing to get your bag. The two of you made your way down to the parking garage of the hotel. Shiny lacquered cars all lined up in rows. The sounds of humming engines and the squeak of rubber from Harry’s shoes hitting the concrete filled the area.
Harry stopped you just before unlocking the car door for you.
““I believe I deserve another good morning kiss.”
“Oh? Do you?”
“yeah I do.” Pulling you into him he placed a soft kiss to your lips as you giggled.
Breakfast came faster than you thought. Soon enough a tall stack of pancakes was sat in-front of both of you to share. A bottle of syrup a cup of hot chocolate and a cup of coffee. The two of you were sat by a window facing the busy streets and sidewalks. Harry kept his sunglasses on as not to cause too much attention to himself.
“you know, I don’t think those work as well as you think.” You chuckled to your self as a couple girls stopped by the window trying to snap a good photo of the man sitting across from you.
“Ahh, ley them have there fun. It’ll be a while before anyone finds me here but besides I have you to protect me.” A swift wink punctuated the words as he took a sip of his coffee.
“what are you doing all the way over there anyway? Get over here.” Harry motioned for you to come sit next to him on the opposite side of the booth. The change was easy, and you ended up thigh to thigh and arm to arm. You smiled while looking at your arms touching. He was so clingy. Always needed to be touching some part of you when he was feeling tired.
“c’mere.” You gestured for him to look at you. The fork in your hand was filled with the last of the pancakes. You held it up to his face and Harry let you feed it to him while he sat with his elbows on the table. Both of you smiled as he finished the food off.
Breakfast had been long since enjoyed by the time the two of you had your conversation interrupted by a song. Well not just a song. Harry knew it to be one of your favorites. You perked up instantly when the first note played through the speakers of the restaurant. You started going on about the lyrics and what they mean. Harry loved to watch you talk about it. How your voice got animated and how you would grab on to him when you remembered another detail. It reminded him of those two weeks back at your place. He would pick a record from your collection and the two of you would lay in the floor whilst talking about the music playing louder than it should.
Harry got up from his seat rather suddenly and you looked to him with a surprised expression.
“What? What are you doing?” you questioned him as he moved a few chairs to make some space around himself.
“jus’ give me your hand.”
You didn’t realize Harry was trying to dance with you until he spun you around and began to rock back and fourth to the beat of the song. He never failed to make you feel special. Like you were worth all the trouble in the world if he could just sway with you in his arms like this.
“We have an audience.” Your voice was muffed from its spot on his shoulder. Harry looked around a sure enough there were some cameras on the two of you but he shrugged it off. if he knew anything to be true it was that there would be many more opportunities in the future for leaked photos that included you.
“Let them look.” It was a matter of time before there were photos all over the internet. Headlines graced articles like “Harry Styles and a mystery girl?” or “Harry Styles seen slow dancing in the middle of a restaurant.” There were many more, but the photos were so sweet he had to save one or two to his phone for the memory.
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I thought I’d do a throwback to what was, to this day, probably the worst throwing up experience I’ve ever had. I was a freshman in college and had just gotten back to the dorms after thanksgiving break. My family had celebrated the day before, and I made the drive home the next afternoon to get back to school in the early evening. I was hungry after the drive, so I stopped by the dining hall for dinner. Afterwards I settled back into my dorm with a bowl of my favorite ice cream and was watching some Netflix. It was after finishing my ice cream that my stomach suddenly shifted. I went from feeling fine to sick in a matter of seconds. I thought that maybe the ice cream upset my belly and hoped it would go away soon, but over the course of the next few hours the nausea just kept mounting. It was miserable. The nausea slowly shifted from an uncomfortably full feeling in my belly, to a sick twisting feeling, to the full blown I need to puke to feel better.
I grabbed my tiny trash can and lined it with a new bag. The first gags came pretty easily, but my belly wasn’t bringing anything up. I stuck my fingers down my throat, hoping to get my stomach contents coming up quicker so I could have some relief in my belly. I gagged hard, but still nothing. I started panting and my belly was churning hard. After taking in a sudden deep breath, my stomach suddenly squeezed and a thick wave of puke rushed out of my mouth and into the trash can with a splash. I immediately felt better and thought it was a once off thing. Like, all the pressure in my stomach was suddenly gone and the nausea went away, so I was fine, right?
Boy was I wrong
Half an hour later and my tummy is hurting again. It was the same familiar belly ache that told me I needed to throw up. I had gotten a new bag put in the trash can and thrown the bag full of puke away in the dumpster outside my dorm, so I set the bucket between my legs as I sat on the floor of my dorm room. It happened quicker this time. Another rush of puke came up and splattered into the bag, which was quickly followed by a deep, wet burp and another wave. It was super thick and chunky and burned my throat coming up. I remember barely getting any breaths in between these waves of gagging and throwing up. Once again, I tied up the plastic bag full of puke and threw it away. At this point I knew I was super super fucked. I had thrown up a lot at this point and was feeling feverish and dehydrated. My head hurt and the room was spinning. I decided to move to the communal girls bathroom for the rest of the night to be able to be close to the toilet when I had to puke and so I didn’t have to keep throwing up into he bag in my room.
About an hour after moving in there some girls who had definitely been partying came in to redo their makeup. I heard one of them say, “who’s that? Do you think she’s okay?” To which I replied “i’m alright, but I think I got dining hall food poisoning.” They told me I should sue and get free tuition, and I laughed a little before my stomach slammed into my ribs again and I was gagging up another mouthful of dinner. They told me to feel better soon and left the bathroom to go back to whatever room they came from. The rest of the night is a blur. I started to realize that I was getting really dehydrated, but at the same point realized that I was too weak to get up and get water from my room (and too sick to be able to keep it down). I texted my roommate, who was at work, letting her know I was sick. She replied that she got off at 1am but would get to me as soon as she could. At this point everything is starting to blur together. My heart is pounding constantly, my ears ringing, and everything is spinning. I don’t recall ever feeling so sick in my entire life. I’m sitting up only when I have to puke and then immediately slumping back down. I started fading in an out of consciousness and barely register anything around me. It was probably around 12:30 at night when the RA’s were doing their nightly rounds, and had they not thought to check the bathrooms, I might not have been found by someone until the morning. As I’m laying curled up on the bathroom floor, I hear the doors creak open and two male voices talking to each other, but it sounds like I’m underwater. I immediately hear one of them say, “oh, SHIT!” I was trying to open my eyes but I felt so weak that they were just fluttering, and when one of the boys asks me what happened, all I can get out is “call an ambulance.” I hear one of them leave to make the call and the other kneels down beside me and puts his hand on my forehead. He asks if I’ve been drinking, and I shake my head no. I then hear the other RA come back inside the girls bathroom and announce that EMS is on their way. I feel the familiar sensation of my belly twisting again, and say, “I’m gonna throw up again,” which probably came out more like “m’gonna throw up ‘gain” to which the boy closest to me responded, “do you need me to help prop you up?” Which in hindsight is very caring and responsible but in the moment all I could think of was “if anyone touches me right now I will die” and so I somehow mustered the last ounce of strength my body possessed to sit up and hunch back over the toilet for a final couple mouthfuls to come up. I spit a few times and start to slip back down, but find myself suddenly being held up by two strong arms. The room is quickly filled with the voices of several more people and I realize thank fuck, actual medical professionals have finally arrived and I’m no longer in the hands of two very terrified college boys. I feel someone slip a thermometer in my mouth and I gag around it but they keep it in my mouth until it beeps. And then I am being lifted up and onto a gurney which brings me to an ambulance that arrives at the hospital a few short minutes later.
At the hospital, I get some fluids and antiemetics and get all fixed up. I remember there being a point at one time that I literally pass out on the hospital bathroom floor after puking and they have to find another nurse to lift me up off the ground and carry me back to my hospital bed. It was a terrible time and, apart from the doctors and nurses there to help me, I was mostly alone. But I got through it, Norovirus be damned! Later in college my friends gave me a stuffed animal norovirus plush to reminisce on those lovely, lovely times.
Anyways, this post was inspired by a convo I had with a friend who reminded me that IT IS NOROVIRUS SEASON. Fun fact! Hand sanitizer does not kill norovirus so you HAVE to wash your hands with soap and warm water for at least 20 seconds. Wash your hands before meals, before and after touching your mouth or face, and after having contact with others!! This has been a PSA from Ro, who threw up in her dorm bathroom so many times she should have gotten a reward for it💕✨
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it's dark in the room they're in, the air reeks of sandalwood and peppermint, weird combination that. but pleasant nevertheless, different from the hotel rooms at home.
this continues the fic i wrote a couple days ago, thought this could go on for a little longer. i'm a sucker for these two at the moment.
trippier x pope under the cut.
the weather outside was disastrous - their plane had been delayed and it took them another two hours to even arrive at their hotel only for the electricity to be cut off due to the storm. most of the lads took it with humour - "the result can now only be better than this weather, no matter how bad we'll play" eddie joked. hoped he'd keep that one to himself during the press conference, anyway.
just like during england camps, the lads like to visit each other's rooms for chats, to play games or just to pass the times between training and recovery. but tonight felt so different, the hotel staff kept running through the halls to inform them on the power situation, apologising over and over again and that they're working hard on fixing it. kieran was annoyed. it was his 33rd birthday. he couldn't sleep, was glad he'd brought his powerbank so he could at least charge his phone, but as soon as someone figured he had one, it ended up being passed around until, ultimately, it was nowhere to be found anymore, and of course, no one wanted to admit keeping it. just before 12am a bunch of the lads had knocked on his door to bring him a little cake, clearly was brought over all the way from england. it looked a little mushy, the pink sugar writing reading "happy 33rd birthday, captain" slightly smudged, but he didn't mind, appreciated the gesture nevertheless. dan sang happy birthday off tune, the new lad, lewis was his name, lighting up the little candle in the middle of it. "go on mate, make a wish!" anthony cheered. kieran forced a smile, pretended to be happy and that. he closed his eyes and made his wish, blew out the candle and was applauded by everyone that had turned up at his door, one face however missing - nick.
nick's room was all the way down the corridor, which seemed just endless. kieran wasn't going to conquer it more than once, not wanting to seem pushy. not wanting to make it obvious he was in desperate need of comfort, in desperate need to have a word or two with him. needed clearance. night broke in, the streets outside pitch black. no street lights working. darkness wherever you turned.
1am.
rain kept crashing against the windows so hard you'd think they'd shatter any second, as if someone threw rocks against them constantly. the hotel had many windows, the noise making it impossible to sleep. the power had returned for a little while until it was once again cut off. claustrophobic. trapped in a strange place. kieran had struggled with that in the past, but none of his teammates knew about that, didn't think it would ever be relevant. tonight it could be. it wasn't panic attack bad, but it was anxiety going through the roof bad. he had tried to clear his head, drank a lot of water, chatted with alexander in the corridors. "rainy night that is. seems like we can't ever escape it, not even over here." kieran joked. "brought it with us i suppose." alexander seemed tired but just like many others, unable to sleep. it was a strange night. a strange feeling, a strange place. "suppose i should head back to my room, see you in the morning." alexander patted kieran on the shoulder and made his way back to his room, from which you could hear loud chatter and light laughs. kieran peaked through the door before it was shut, spotting dan and fabian playing cards - he would've joined, but was afraid he'd kill the mood with his anxious thoughts. was too afraid to show it. didn't want to be vulnerable.
2am.
nick laid awake. not because of the weather, well, maybe because of that, too, but because he kept thinking about the last time he'd been with kieran. they hadn't really spoken ever since that, nick was afraid he'd gone too far with him. kieran told him it was alright, enjoyed it even, nick felt just dirty. bad memories taking over him. the fear of him ending up just like the man he swore he would become. "i'm not like that, he's not me. i'm not him." kept repeating these words in his head, afraid it would only make it worse. thought about it too much. he needed to clear his head. wanted to go for a late night run, couldn't due to the weather. wanted to see kieran, felt like he couldn't talk whenever he saw him, like something stuck in his throat. rain crashing against the windows like rocks thrown by rebellious teens. nick was hot. the city was moist and currently struck by a heatwave. the acs not working, nothing to distract himself with. phone at 7%. his sister texted him.
"hope you're good x text me when you get to it, mum says hi 👋🏻 "
didn't feel like answering, head too full. thoughts all over the place, the room dark. a single candle is lit by the bathroom door, a scented one. the flame his only company.
3am.
kieran's head was about to explode. he didn't want to talk to anyone - didn't want to alarm the others, let alone the gaffer. it was matchday after all, and kieran was one of the most important figures in the team. the captain. the leader, some might say. wanted to go see nick more than anything, but ever since brentford at home things had changed. it had been roughly two days and maybe he was overthinking it all, but the expression on nick's face right after they'd left the shower was something he had never seen on him, had never seen on anyone at all. he couldn't read him at all, eyes dark, as if he wasn't himself. as if he was in shock, empty. it was his 33rd birthday. a year older. his knees hurt sometimes, the pain in the left one distracting him right now. he worked like a madman on the pitch every week, trained like one too. played 90 minutes every time.
"you're not 19 anymore, remember that. take care." the gaffer would say. sometimes the concept of time would catch up to him, sneak up on him like a bill he hadn't yet payed, like a promise he had broken. time passes quickly in football once you've hit 30, kyle would always say. doesn't matter how good you still are, you will not always be able to hold that standard. you will eventually not be there for the next world cup, the next champions league. pressure. he needs to keep going, this might be the last time he will experience all that. take it all in, take it all in.
4am.
nick woke up in a cold sweat - another nightmare. his face wet, unsure whether he had cried or was just sweaty. maybe a shower will clear his head. he checked his phone, 4:12am. 6% battery, the power still gone. a text from kieran popped up.
"need to talk, mind if head down to yours?" nick swiped upwards and replied with a simple "sure", not wanting to waste more battery life. no time to shower now. he pulled a shirt over his head and got up, leaning on the bed frame for a solid minute. "get yourself together, fucks sake." he spoke to himself, his voice echoing in his head, hand scuffling through his hair. he needed a trim, a shave, too.
a quite knock on his door, so quite it was barely noticeable with what's going on outside. he got up and opened. kieran stood in front of him, black nike shirt, black boxers and white socks with slides. he didn't say a word, didn't need to. "you okay mate?" nick asked, hands in his pockets. "no." kieran pushed nick aside and got in. "alright then" nick shut the door and turned around to see kieran sat on the edge of his bed, hands in his face, sniffling. nick could tell kieran wasn't doing all too well from the moment he had laid eyes on him, but he didn't know it was like that.
"what's happened? you want to talk about it?" kieran shook his head. "it's just. everything, y'know. everything. i'm fucking old. i'm lost. it's my birthday and i'm lost." nick often had a hard time comforting people, especially with the bad headspace he was in himself at the moment. their lives somehow found themselves at a turning point, with separate curses. maybe turning into the same direction. "right. happy birthday, might not be the right time bu-" kieran looked up "it's not that. my knee fucking hurts. it hurts nick. also thanks. i'm OLD!" nick almost cracked a laugh, but he knew this wasn't the right time. "you picked up a knock then? want me to have look at it?" kieran said nothing. just kept whining like a lost dog. nick kneeled down to inspect his knee, somehow.
it's dark in the room they're in, the air reeks of sandalwood and peppermint, weird combination that. but pleasant nevertheless, different from the hotel rooms at home. nick got back up and picked up the candle from the drawer to have a look at kieran's knee. "can't see nothing, maybe you should talk to the physio in the morning?" nick looked up and his eyes met with kieran's, like a magnet, connected. brown meeting blue. earth meeting water. the water collided with the earth, kieran's hand on nick's cheek, wetting it with his tears. nick melted into kieran's hand, like a cat disobeying his owner. "you're so beautiful. oh how i missed you." kieran chuckled "it's only been two days" nick couldn't take his eyes off him - the candle in his hand creating a comfortable warmth around them, alighting every little detail he loved about the man above him. the freckles on his cheeks, his shirt where the collar is ripped just enough for his chest tattoo to peak through, his curly hair, his beard stubble, so scratchy yet so beautiful on him. so afraid to fall in love. so hard not to. kieran's skin was soft under his hands, he rubbed his knee carefully. "does this hurt then?" kieran shook his head. "you could never hurt me."
nick placed the candle onto the bedside table and finally gave in - gave in to what he was so afraid of. he laid his hands on each side of kieran's cheeks and melted into him, their mouths becoming one once again. nick's hand slowly went down to kieran's neck, eventually stopping at his slightly ripped collar. "bloody hate this ..." he pulls on it - rips his whole shirt down to his bellybutton, kissing along the chaos he had just created with his own hands. kieran throws his head back, his hands messing with nick's hair. another rip and kieran's shirt comes apart fully, nick helping him out of the remains of it. "you're quite the-" "shh. don't speak. let's listen to the rain instead." nick says, slowly pulling kieran's boxers down, proper teasing, unable to take his eyes off kieran's. something in kieran's eyes tonight, even more admirable than normally. covered in something more than just sadness, despair almost. anxiety. a pinch of arousal, too. it's like reading into his mind.
nick began kissing the inside of kieran's thighs, the little tattoo he had on his hip that only few knew about. he squeezed his hips, his large hands rubbing over his chest and back down. kieran gasps, too dark to read the expression on his face. no need for that, nick could tell by his breathing, by his echoing heartbeat, becoming faster with every time his lips met with his skin. again, again, and again. a little lick here and there. nick began stroking kieran's cock, looking right at him. the candle had burned down, the light becoming dimmer. "you're good?" nick asked softly. "yeah." kieran answered in a low voice. "better now that you're here with me." another kiss, kieran tasting like whipped cream and strawberries, figured he had some of the cake the lads got for him before. swore there was bit of it left on the side of his mouth. nick pushed kieran's body up the bed a little more, got undressed himself. shirt and boxers thrown into the corner of the room carelessly. he got back on top of kieran, his hand going straight back between his legs. kieran was still soft, so he began slow, whispering into his ear. barely audible, rain still crashing against the windows. words didn't matter, all that mattered was nick's warm breath against kieran's ear, the occasional kiss on his neck as he slowly got harder and harder in nick's hand.
his hand went up and down on him in slow motions, knowing they had all time in the world right now. as if time had stopped. here and now nothing mattered - kieran's age, the pain in his knee, nick's fear. all pushed aside for now. just the warmth of each other's touch, all they needed. kieran moaned, his head thrown into the soft mattress, his hands tightly wrapped around nick's shoulders. "keep going ... just like that ..." kieran whispered under his heavy breath, barely audible. nick lifted his body up a little and began thrusting his own cock into the silky sheets underneath him, the feeling of the soft fabric on him making his body tremble. almost too distracted with his own pleasure, he finally took kieran's cock into his mouth, the movements his body made onto the sheets harmonising with his mouth on kieran's now fully hard cock. the taste of precum gracing his taste buds, warm in his mouth. he spit on kieran's cock before taking it back into his palm, his thumb drawing circles across his tip, kieran twitching under his touch, knows he's close. he runs his tongue across it, his hips on the sheets united with the moves of his tongue. careful, slowly. nick's cock rubs against the sheets roughly, practically fucking into the mattress.
he stops for a moment to take it all in, holding kieran's cock by the base, tightly, as he focuses on the sensation of the feeling of the fabric underneath him, sticky and wet from his own precum, every thrust his cock makes against it sending shivers down his spine. he bites his lips, feels kieran leaking the sweet clear juice. it gets between his fingers, warm and delightful. he stops his hips from moving, instead taking kieran back into his mouth. he pushed his mouth over his length, tickling the back of his throat. over and over again, his spit wetting the sheets. kieran has gone nonverbal, his mouth open, heartbeat beating against his tattooed chest. candle almost burned out, the smell of it, of something coming to an end, covering the room. fitting. nick lays his tongue under the tip of kieran's cock, squeezing the base lightly, until, finally, kieran cums straight onto his tongue, shooting all the way into his throat. nick rubs himself onto the sheets more eagerly now, knowing he is close himself. just as kieran had come down from his high, his cum still running down nick's throat, hand still on the base of his cock, nick's eyes roll back, mouth open, the most obscene moan escaping his lips, barely audible. the space between the sheets and his stomach wet, his forehead covered in sweat. he hovers above kieran, picking himself up from the wet spot, the mess he's made of the sheets. "kiss me ..." kieran says breathless. "i want to taste me..." nick wipes some of his own cum onto kieran's lips like a balm, before their mouths collide.
nick is laid on top of kieran, nick's hands playing with the curls on kieran's head. "i need a trim i know." he says. "your hair always looks good. it's not curly like mine." nick shushes him lovingly, his head on his chest listening to kieran's heartbeat. slow, calm. in peace. "your curls are one of the things i love most about you. that and you. just. you. all of you." nick didn't lose control tonight, didn't turn into what the voices inside his head warned him about. peace.
5am.
the sky has cleared up, the sun rises above the city of milan. the power turns back on - cheers are heard from the lads in the rooms around them. the candle had burned down long ago, no longer in need of its warmth, its light. they're still laid on top of one another, fingers connected. looking into each others eyes. brown met blue - water met earth, colliding. turning into mud. becoming one.
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Chelsy Moments.
elsy + chan
a look on how elsy and chan’s relationship is :)
just how I did bimi moments, I wanted to do one for elsy and chan. hope you guys enjoy and please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated!
[8th member of got7/soloist]
1am calls
“what are you doing up so late?”
elsy smiled through the phone, deciding on facetiming chan. “I wanted to call you and knew you’d be up around this time.” she answered. “and been missing you.”
chan’s lip curved up into a small smile, trying not to get distracted by just that line elsy had said to him. elsy always had a way of saying things that chan always adored. “miss you too.” chan said back, it being awhile that the two had seen in each other in person. with being so busy, they hadn’t find the time to be with each other.
“you’re always working.” elsy told him. “why don’t you take a break right now?”
“because if I take a break I waste time to finish this song. and plus, I’m almost finished with it.”
“oh bang chan, you have always been the same from when I first met you.” chan smiled once again, taking a small glance at elsy. she too had a grin on her face and that made chan smile wider as he let out a small laugh. “I just love what I do.”
elsy had let out a yawn as she laid her head down on her pillow. chan took notice of elsy rubbing her eyes. “you should sleep, els.” the girl was quick to shake her head. “I’ll sleep when you go back to your dorm, and sleep.”
“actually, it’s 1am. you should leave now. save your work for tomorrow.”
“not happening, my love.”
elsy gave chan a soft smile after hearing those two words, deciding not to argue back with him. either way, elsy knew chan wouldn’t listen and would continue working on music.
after a few more minutes of talking, silence came between the two as chan concentrated real hard on finishing his work. elsy was still laying in bed, slowly closing her eyes.
chan didn’t realize elsy had fallen asleep on the call until he had closed his laptop. “woo! finally finished-“ he immediately stopped talking when seeing elsy sleeping peacefully. chan smiled at the girl, “goodnight, my love.”
sick
“how are you feeling now?”
“not any better.” elsy sighed, letting out a cough right after. the girl had been sick for about two days and had yet to feel any better. she felt horrible and chan could hear it by her voice and as well as her cough. “I can barely sleep now.”
it was close to midnight and as much as elsy was tired, the girl just couldn’t fall asleep. she was always woken up by her cough. “have you eaten?” chan asked. elsy shook her head no. “not really.”
“I’m coming over.”
“no! don’t do that, bang chan.” elsy said. “I don’t want you getting sick.”
“doesn’t matter, els. I’m coming over right now.” he said. “but it’s late!” elsy said right back. “see you soon, my love.” elsy couldn’t say one word as chan had finished the facetime call. she let out a cough, now waiting for chan to arrive soon.
and when a few minutes passed by, elsy’s door swung open with chan coming inside her apartment. elsy felt to weak to look up from laying on the couch, but she knew it was chan since he knew her passcode to enter. “oh look at you.” chan cooed as he sat a plastic bag down on the coffee table. he lifted elsy’s legs up so he could sit down and placed her legs on his lap. “still not feeling your best?” elsy shook her head at his question, rubbing her eye. “no, and I haven’t gotten much sleep.”
“here, I brought you some soup.” chan said getting it out the bag, along with a spoon. “eat it, then you can go to sleep. I’ll be here with you.”
“you don’t have to do that, chris.”
“I want to, I can’t leave you all alone like this.” he said. chan had taken the opportunity to be with elsy, instead of working on new music. “I’m not going to sleep until you do.” elsy gave him a soft smile as she slowly sat up, engulfing chan into a tight hug.
elsy ate the soup slowly while chan watched her. they had the tv on for background noise. and when she was finished eating, she rested her head on chan’s lap. “go to sleep now. I’ll be here with you.” chan slowly ran his fingers through elsy’s hair. she had her arms wrapped around his torso as she slowly felt herself drift off to sleep.
soon after, chan fell asleep, sitting on the couch. elsy had finally had her full sleep time.
surprise
elsy took a seat once she got inside the venue. she was attending one of the stray kids’ show in LA, but she hadn’t told chan about it. so he didn’t know elsy was there. “do you think he suspects something?” she questioned hannah, her being there as well and being the only one to know elsy was attending. hannah knew elsy wanted to surprise chan. “I don’t think so. does he think you’re in the states or something?”
“no, but I have been pretty dry with him.” elsy chuckled. “and he usually knows something is up when I only respond with one word messages.”
“we’ll then I guess this will be a great surprise for him.”
after much screaming and cheering, as well as singing out loud, elsy and hannah were on their way backstage to stray kids’ dressing room. they had left a little before the show ended, not wanting to get caught by the members. “I say we scare them.” hannah suggested, she laughed with elsy as the two found some hiding spots. elsy picked behind a sofa, while hannah picked behind a tall plant.
“that was a great show!” felix said as he barged into the dressing room with the others following behind. “boo!” hannah jumped out, startling everyone. “hannah?!” chan exclaimed. “jesus, you scared me.”
“that’s what we were hoping for.” she said.
“we?”
“surprise!” elsy slowly stood up on her feet from hiding behind the sofa, all eyes on her. the girl instantly made eye contact with chan and he ran towards her. the two engulfed each other into a tight hug. “oh my god! what are you doing here?!”
“well you know I was going to be here in LA to record a few songs, so I thought maybe I should stopped by and see you.” elsy smiled as she wrapped her arms around chan’s neck. “you did amazing out there.” she kissed chan on the lips, causing the boy to turn red. he tend to get shy when showing PDA around his members. “I definitely like this surprise.” he giggled.
his members began to tease at chan, causing him to turn even more red. “yah! turn around, everyone of you!”
caught
elsy giggled a lot more as she took another sip of her drink. she was sat on her couch next to chan, having a glass of wine. but the girl could feel herself becoming tipsy the more she drank, her face already being a tad bit red.
and she was laughing uncontrollably, which only caused chan to laugh with her.
the two decided to stay in, not wanting to go out like they had plan. which made elsy take out some wine. chan drank a few sips here and there but it was elsy who kept gulping down drinks. she had lost count after her fourth.
“I wonder when bam and yugyeom are getting here.” she said. “I’m almost done with this bottle.”
“and its only been you drinking, els.” chan chuckled. “might want to keep it down, no?”
elsy shook her head as she chuckled. she went and grabbed chan’s face and brought their lips to each other. she moved in sync with his, not wanting to let go of chan anytime soon.
the girl even went ahead laid back on her couch, bringing chan down with her. elsy only broke the kiss to take off her shirt. “elsy-“
“it’s hot.” she giggled. the girl could see chan’s red face. he would tend to get a little shy when their make outs turned into this, but nothing more would happen. but tonight felt different and maybe the two were finally ready to take that next step.
it was chan’s turn to take off his shirt, which he rarely ever done. so that made elsy think tonight would be different. chan went back down to kiss elsy again, her arms wrapping around his neck and fingers running through his hair. right when elsy had unclasped her bra and was going to throw it on the ground, her front door and swung open.
“lee jiyeon- oh my god!” bambam shouted as he turned around quickly. elsy let out a scream as chan tried covering her chest. “what is going on- oh, elsy.” yugyeom came in from behind bambam, laughing out loud.
“so this is what you guys do alone? have sex?!” bambam exclaimed. he still was laughing hysterically. “no!” chan and elsy said in sync. “I swear, I’m changing my key so you two never come barging in again!” elsy pushed chan off of her and grabbed his shirt to cover her chest and left the living room.
“I’m with it.” bambam said. “so I never have to witness this again in my life!”
chan let out a laugh as he sat on the couch. now the attention of the two was on him. “what’s so funny, lover boy?” bambam snorted. “you think we want to come in and see you like that with our member.”
the three began to laugh as elsy came back with clothes on. “wow jiyeon, first jin-“
“stop it.”
#stray kids#stray kids au#got7 au#got7 imagines#got7 8th member#got7 8th member au#got7 fanfic#got7 additional member#kpop female oc#female oc#got7 oc#got7 female oc#bang chan au#kpop additional member oc#female kpop oc
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Drabble | First Night
Drabble | The First Night 🌙 🌙 🌙
**10pm**
This should have been the easiest part saying goodnight. This first night living together as friends, especially after telling Ron and Ginny. After trying not to squirm under Molly's disapproving stare.
But they both stood there awkwardly staring at each other on the second floor of Grimmauld, their bedroom doors behind them.
"So...." They both began, then laughed.
Harry gestured for her to go first.
"I guess this is goodnight then?"
"Yes." He replied.
"We have proper beds now. In separate rooms. And don't need warming charms!"
"Yes."
"Are you going to say anything besides yes?"
He grinned at her. "Yes."
"I guess it will be good that we're getting used to sleeping apart like normal now...." She paused, waiting for him to agree again. But he stood there very still, his head tilted forward so his hair and glasses obscured his eyes. Just when she thought he wouldn't answer, he spoke.
"Will it?"
**11pm**
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Hermione flopped over on the bed, unable to shake remembering how Harry had been when they said goodnight. His voice was lower and huskier than normal, the way he had avoided her eyes. It was perfectly normal that she wanted him sleeping next to her.
They'd been through a war, right? She held her arm up. Even in the dim light the scarring from Bellatrix was obvious. She traced the rough edges of the scarring, her mind running in different directions.
Before moving into Grimmauld she had been at the Burrow, and then before that it was camping or passing out from exhaustion. This was the first night she was alone and going to bed at a reasonable hour in... maybe a year? It was hard to remember. Everything felt like it had lasted forever and yet passed by so quickly.
She should have taken one of Harry's shirts. He probably wouldn't even have said anything, even if he noticed. She rolled over again, determined to sleep, bury her head in the pillow and trying to convince herself it was perfectly normal to pretend he was sleeping next to her.
He was splayed out like he usually slept, taking over most of the bed. His wand was under his pillow and his glasses were still on his face because he forgot to take them off before falling asleep.
Hermione clutched her pillow tightly as she pictured each detail trying to sleep.
**1am**
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Harry sat on the edge of his bed in the dark. He rolled his wand back and forth as he focused on listening intently. It was easier to ignore the way anxiety made his own chest tight when he focused on Hermione.
The first time she had night terrors had been at Shell Cottage after escaping the Malfoy Mansion. He and Ron had slammed into each other as they jumped up and ran to her. Harry had been faster.
When she woke up, she looked at them in confusion and he realized she didn’t remember.
His heart had been in his throat, his skin clammy and she didn’t remember screaming like she was was being tortured...again.
He paused all movement as he heard something. He got up walking out of his room and standing outside her door.
His hand was on the knob of her door as he argued with himself about boundaries.
Friends don't-
He heard a shaky inhale and pushed the door open abruptly. She sat up almost immediately with her wand in her hand, and he stopped.
"Harry? Are you okay?"
As she spoke, she scooted over and pulled the covers back, patting the bed. He climbed in next to her, sliding his wand under the pillow. She plucked his glass off his face, putting them on the bedside table.
"I'm having trouble sleeping."
She cuddled up to him, her head on his shoulder and her hand making a soothing motion down his chest.
"Me too."
"Maybe we can try sleeping on our own tomorrow."
"Maybe."
"Maybe we don't need to rush sleeping alone and we can try next week."
"Maybe."
He made a disgruntled noise. "Are you only going to say maybe?"
He could practically feel her smirk as she rubbed her face against his shoulder as she got comfy.
"Maybe."
He kept staring up at the blurry, dark ceiling. "Maybe we never sleep alone again."
4am
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Hermione woke up to Harry's voice and his arms tight around her.
"Wake up. It's okay, I've got you. Wake up, please."
She cleared her throat, her voice feeling scratchy. "I'm awake."
Against her, Harry felt stiff, his muscles tight as he held her. She wiggled her arm from where he had it squished between them as he hugged her.
She rubbed his back a little, trying to get him to relax. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
The further awake she became, the more aware she was of how entangled they were as they laid in bed together. She wiggled a little. It felt comforting how tightly he held her and she heard his little intake of breath.
"Harry."
"Mmm?"
She plucked at the back of his shirt as she confessed her fear. "What if the way I feel right now isn't real? What if I'm messed up from everything?"
"How do you feel?"
"Like I can't imagine not being by your side. Like I love you.... as more than a friend."
His lips brushed hers softly. "We're probably both messed up a little. But I know I love you. And I'll wait however long it takes until you're sure."
"You'll wait for me?"
"Forever." He replied.
"Okay."
"But we can still sleep together, right?"
"Yes. Maybe we can try dating." She suggested.
"Isn't dating supposed to come first, then sleeping together?"
"I suppose if we were a normal couple, it would."
"We're definitely not normal. So we're a couple then?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. Maybe we can try to be a boring couple if we can't be a normal couple."
Harry shifted his hands, coming up to tangle in her hair. "I'd love to be a boring couple with you.
**The Morning After**
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Hermione sat at the breakfast table, looking at Ron, who had stopped by. Harry stood behind her his hand on her shoulder as they faced their friend.
"I just don't understand- when did this happen? You guys always acted like uh... siblings, you know?"
Harry's hand tightened on her shoulder, and she reached up to pat it. They were both thinking of his fumbling explanation to Ron when he had come back after leaving them during the Horcrux hunt.
"Neither of us have siblings Ron, so I really don't know what you mean. And with everything that was happening, we weren’t focused as much on each other. And we talked last night and decided."
Ron’s eyes darted between them. "Last night?"
Harry pointed at him. "It wasn't like that. Stop being a git."
Ron blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, okay I guess."
The oven beeped, and they both headed over to finish getting breakfast for the three of them. Hermione grabbed the scones from the often while Harry grabbed the plates and started setting out the food on the table.
As they moved, there were little touches. Harry gave an absent stroke along Hermione’s back. Hermione gave his arm a little squeeze to let him know she was moving behind him.
When they finally sat down, Ron was staring at them with a faintly astonished expression.
"You know, I always worried that if you two got together, it would cut me out somehow...like we wouldn't be the same kind of friends."
"That's silly Ron." Hermione took the jam and made a scone she put on Harry's plate. Harry put two sugars and a splash of cream in her coffee, setting it in front of her. "Yeah, we've been friends for practically half our lives already. It's not going to change, mate."
"It's just you two were acting like you always do...I just never noticed. You act like a married couple!"
Hermione's eyes met Harry’s, and he winked at her, mouthing quietly. "Mrs. Potter."
She shook her head with a smile. "We're not there yet. We decided we are going back together for eighth year to give us some time to think about the future and what we want to do."
"What? I thought you were joining the aurors with me, Harry."
Harry shrugged. "Now that I've thought about it more... I think I need a break from that type of thing. From constantly thinking about dark wizards."
"So you two are both going back to school?"
"Yes, why don't you join us? Taking your NEWTs would probably help your career." Hermione offered.
"No way. You two can be in Hogwarts acting like some boring old married couple. I'm joining the Aurors."
"Not married. Just a boring couple." Hermione said looking at Harry and they both started laughing while Ron looked at them like they were crazy.
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People Watching
Druig x fem!reader
Description: Y/N has watched lovers her whole life, when will she ever find a love like the couples dancing?
Warnings: crying, says slut (not calling someone it), detailed kiss
Story type: imagine
A/N: I wrote this up at 1am and didn't revise it so read at your own risk
My eyes drift to the couples dancing in the center of the party, watching from a distance. I would never admit it, but I wish I had a love like that. The way that the pairs will look at each other with such admiration and compassion. But I'll be content waiting, like I have been for thousands of years. Even though their lives are short, the mortals still find such deep true love. I've been around for so long and have yet to have a reciprocating love.
One couple catches my eye as they dance, smiling at each other. He lifts her consistently, throwing her up in the air. She laughs and giggles and I can just tell they are in total adoration of each other. She's so beautiful, she deserves the love.
Sersi always tells me that I could find a love like that, if I gave up my petty crush on our fellow Eternal. She's probably right, but no matter hoe hard I try to move on, he gives me a sliver of a smile and I'm drawn in again. Even the smallest bit of attention from him makes me crave more.
Ajak and Sprite have tried to convince me that the feelings are mutual, but their wrong. I don't make an effort to hide the way I feel from him, he should be completely aware. Besides, I've seen the way he looks at other woman. He never looks at me with the lust and fondness.
"Whatchya lookin' at Y/N?" A familiar voice causes me to freeze slightly. The whisper had come from right behind me. The warmth of his body seems to seep into me as he stands behind me, head over my shoulder and whispering into my ear. His voice sends chills throughout my body.
"Just observing, Druig." I lie. The honest answer would be that I am watching the couples as they talk and laugh and love. I want to have all that tenderness and emotion. They are so attached to each other and I crave that.
He doesn't say anything else so we just stand there awkwardly. I turn around to face him and we lock eyes briefly. He just stays silent and walks away. I walk over towards Sersi and Ikaris, as they have a small conversation.
"I told him he shouldn't, but he did anyways!" Ikaris chuckles, but Sersi bursts into laughter. She laughs at everything he says even though he isn't a funny person. Its quite charming though to see the way she longs for even the smallest word from him.
I could try to join the conversation, but three is a crowd. I walk back to my previous spot. Somehow my eyes land on the dance floor again, a slow song now playing loudly. I watch the lovers and friends hold each other close, some sharing small conversations and others just looking at each other romantically.
One day, I tell myself, I'll fall in love like that. I'll know what its like to have such a strong relationship with someone. But as of right now I am just an outsider looking in, a person watching.
"Still 'observing' the couples as they dance?" Druig asks pointedly. I roll my eyes and turn to face him once more. His face. Ugh, why does he have to be so pretty.
"Its comforting to see that love does exist." I say openly. I had always been open with Druig, we are good friends.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well it gets discouraging to live for so long without ever having a good true love. I watch mortals fall in love all the time, but that's all. Watch. And watch, and watch and watch." I complain, a frown painting over my face.
"You're saying you've never loved anyone?" He asks honestly.
"No, I do feel love for people. Persons. A person. But they don't reciprocate my feelings." I say, trying to sound obvious. I'm putting my heart on the line, giving him the option to take it or break it.
"What if this person does?" Druig raises an eyebrow. Its he saying he does or asking if the person does? He's confusing I swear.
"He doesn't. I make my feelings clear and obvious and he's never made a single move. I've loved him since I met him, he's so amazing. I am in love with him I just don't think feels the way I do." An awkward silence falls over the conversation, and I feel a lump growing in my throat.
"I'm sorry he doesn't love you." He says. Is that him saying he doesn't? All of a sudden tears rush down my cheeks and a sob escapes. He doesn't feel the same way.
A look of surprise crosses his face as I begin to cry harder. I try to suck it up, stop being a baby I scold myself. After years of loving him and only him, he just crushes me her and now in one second. I've watched others fall in and out of love hundreds of times, I always thought one day I would fall so hard you could go never pick me up. But I thought it would be a good fall, a fall where they fall too. Not like this, where I land flat on my back. Alone.
I run off, out of the party and into the grass behind the building. Ajak runs out after me, grabbing onto my arm to stop me from going anymore. Luckily we're far enough from the building where they can't hear my loud sobs.
Ajak grabs my body and pulls me into hug, cradling me close. She shushes me softly, rocking back and forth.
"Ajak, he doesn't love me back." I blubber into her shirt, gasping for air as I sob. She holds me tightly, running her fingers through my hair softly.
"Oh Y/N, I'm sure its a misunderstanding." She comforts. But I shake my head no.
"No, no. I made it obvious. I told him I loved him and he shot me down."
"Did you tell him his name?" Ajak asks, looking at me.
"No." I pout. She rolls her eyes and gives me one last big hug. We stand for awhile outside before she goes back in and gives me a moment alone. I decide to sit down, the breeze comforting as if it carries the weight of my pain away.
Just as my eyes start to flutter closed, a hand taps my shoulder. I sit up straight and face the man behind me. Druig. He's still so handsome and magnificent. His eyes lock with mine, and he leans his forehead against mine. This is a new gesture, one I am fond of.
"Y/N, I'm sorry to have caused you pain." He apologizes, he sounds so sincere and caring. Does he not know why it hurts so bad?
"It's alright. I overreacted. Its just that I've loved you for so long, so I tried to be obvious that I loved you. When you said you didn't love me back.. Well it hurt. It hurts. I'm sorry I freaked out." I admit, tears threatening again in the back of my eyes.
"You were talking about me?" He asks slowly, as if he is just finding out.
"Obviously! I've been in love with you forever!" A few tears spill from my eyes. His eyes widen further, a grin spreading across his face.
"Oh." he smiles to himself. "Well in that case, I love you. I have loved you since ewe met on the domo. I always thought you loved someone else. Maybe I'm just slow. Anyways, it always pained me to see you watching the other couples and longing for that romance because I wanted it too. I wanted it with you, I just thought you wanted it with someone else." Druig and I are sitting in the grass across from each other as he speaks.
"Really?" My voice cracks, I'm in some sort of shock. This can't be happening.
"Yes."
"Really?! Cause I guess I just always saw you looking at other woman with such longing I thought you wanted some beautiful slut or something, I didn't think you'd fall for someone of my value." I stutter. He looks shocked as I speak, almost repulsed.
"Why would I want anyone else when they all seem like rotten gross garbage compared to you. You outshine all the other woman in the universe. You're value can't be determined by anything earthy because it is to high." As he speaks I feel myself falling deeper and deeper in love with him. The way he looks at !e. Its the look I've craved for so long. The way mine and his hands fit perfectly together. The way his eyes shine as he speaks.
"I don't deserve you. Your do perfect and handsome and kind. You're everything I've ever searched and hoped for. You exceed every hope and dream. And then I'm just"- I am cut off my his lips smashing against mine. He passionately kisses me and when we pull away to breath he whispers:
"You're absolutely stunning and gorgeous and you have the biggest heart I've ever seen." He smiles at me as he speaks and when he finishes I take my turn to smash my lips on his. The way we kiss is something I never could have imagined. The warmth of his lips and the way it comes so naturally. His arms wrap around my waist and my hands fly to his neck, then raising to his hair. His hands roam my back as I tangle my fingers in his dark hair.
We stop kissing and lay down in the grass, me cuddled on his side. I could stay like this forever. It feels so amazing to be with him. I watched for so long and now I can finally know what its truly like.
"Why don't we go dance, my lady." He says with a wink. I crack a grin and stand up, him following. We walk inside, hand in hand. We take our spot on the dance floor. The first song takes a lot of spinning and footwork, but the next is a slow song. His hands grab my waist firmly yet softly, and I lay my arms across his shoulders. Our eyes meet and I see the love in his eyes. This is it. The looks of adoration, the emotion, the love. No more watching.
"This is all I've ever wanted."
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Episode 3.1 Transcript: The One Thing in the Galaxy God Didn't Have Her Eyes On
[Good Omens GarageBand theme song plays]
C: Hello! My name is Crystal.
G: And my name is Grey.
C: And this is Rubbish and Probably a Podcast, a Good Omens commentary podcast where I, someone who has seen this show too many times…
G: And I, someone who only knows this show through Crystal, discuss every single episode of Good Omens.
C: For today’s episode, we are discussing Season 1, Episode 3: “Hard Times.” What if we all just died forever and ever? [laughing]
G: God! Literally, what if we just all cancelled all of our appointments, and just wailed at this time for eternity. "Eternity!" as Crowley would say. [C laughs]
C: Indeed! What if we just ran out into the streets and rent our clothes publicly? [G laughs] Like, what if we did whatever besides any of the things? [screams] Oh, okay, well. This was an episode of TV show!
G: Well, context first, I guess. We have to- we have to. So we we record every Sunday.
C: Yeah. Wow, that's so Biblical of us. [G laughs] Sunday morning, so this is our church.
G: [laughs] No, it's Sunday night for me so, this is like, Aziraphale and Crowley drinking at the bookshop levels of divinity for me. We recorded Sunday. And then, immediately after, I watched Episode 3. And I promptly completely lost it. [both laughing]
C: As I hoped you would.
G: No but, the thing is, it was Sunday, and literally like, I finished watching around 1AM. And the entire time I was thinking, "Oh, well, should I rewatch it? Should I rewatch it? [laughs] No, I shan't. Like, that's too- that's too much! I should just calm down and try to sleep. I have classes tomorrow." And then, like, I slept at 3AM. I woke up at 5AM literally shaking. [C laughing] I was shaking. I was like, "Oh my god! Oh my god!" And then, like, at around 9AM, I was like, "I have to do it." And then I just ended up watching it again. [C laughs] And that was the state of being I was in, like, almost- not almost. Every single day, I watched at least the first 30 minutes of this episode [laughs] for the entirety of this week.
C: Yeah. As you should
G: And like, at some point I was like, "I'm just going to watch the Soho scene of Aziraphale saying, 'You go too fast for me Crowley'"-
C: No, don't!
G: On repeat on YouTube over and over again for like, an hour. [laughs] So yeah. It's truly- it's truly been an eventful week for me, but the only event is this.
C: Yeah, yeah. And I guess, I mean, from my POV, it's just, we record episode 2. You're like, "Good show. Don't know how invested I am in them as a romantic couple." [G laughs] And I like, go shaking and trembling through my day like, waiting for you to watch Episode 3, and I don't have to wait very long. About like, five minutes in, you send me, "I get it now. They're gay as hell," and I can breathe easy. Except I'm also not breathing easy because I've watched this episode this week, so instead, I am screaming, shaking, crying, tossing about in my bed at all hours.
G: What is all this? Literally, what's all this? What's all this, then? [both laughing] That's my main question. What the fuck is all this then?
C: They weren't gonna have a Season 2! This was just gonna be- like, they were gonna never kiss, and this is just gonna be here!
G: I doubt it. I doubt it! Like, Neil Gaiman must have been like, "No, we're gonna have a Season 2!"
C: I don't think so. Like, he wrote all of this like, way back when.
G: Oh, yeah, there's a 20-something scriptbook or whatever.
C: There's a script of Episode 1 from 2015, and there's a slightly updated scriptbook that he has sold. [G breathes shakily] I don't think that he was planning to make a Season 2 until after Season 1 was released and it made so much money, so. Well. I still wish he hadn't made a Season 2, even after all this. [G laughs]
G: I have to read the fucking Good Omens-
C: Synopsis.
G: Synopsis. Yeah, okay. So the synopsis for Season 1, Episode 3: "Hard Times" is, "First, a walk through history looking at Aziraphale and Crowley's friendship down through the age. In the present, Anathema unwittingly befriends the Antichrist, and the two celestial friends put their agent to work finding the boy, unaware that it's the same agent."
C: Uh-huh. And then they broke up. But I guess that wouldn't be in the synopsis. [both exhale]
G: Well, let's start. We need not delay it further.
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C: Mm-hm. So we start back in Eden, 4004 BC. And I guess before, I was saying the Apocalypse was happening in 2019. I can't do math. It's in 2016. That's 4004 BC plus 6000. But yeah. So we return to Aziraphale before(?) he's met Crowley or after, I can't tell. Can you tell?
G: This is after. This is after.
C: Okay, after.
G: Yeah. Because I feel like if it was before, Aziraphale would have mentioned that the Almighty has asked about the sword. But like, that, conversation comes in Mesopotamia, so I'm ssuming this comes in between the first ep meeting and this.
C: That's true. That sounds correct.
G: You know what I mean.
C: Yeah, yeah. I get what you mean. Okay. And the fact that this opens on Aziraphale sort of establishes all the flashbacks as being from Aziraphale's point of view [G exhales], and sort of this whole episode as well, so that's fun.
G: Yes! Yes! We barely see Crowley- well, not barely, but you know what I mean.
C: Episode 1 was like, definitely [both] Crowley point of view because we see her get the baby, and then, like, do all the nun swap shit. So yeah, we're switching it up.
God like, shines her light over him and asks him where the sword is, and he goes, "Uh-huh. Oh yeah. Big, sharp, cutty thing. Uh... I must have put it down here somewhere." [G laughs] And then the light disappears, and then he continues going, like, "Forget my own head next." And then he notices that God has already left, and he goes, "Oh dear!" So the thing is like, he lied to God.
G: He literally straight-up fucking lied.
C: Like, that's what Adam and Eve got kicked out for! [both laughing] Like, he just watched Adam and Eve be so funny, and he decided to be hilarious. It's just so- like, okay, it's not necessarily what Adam and Eve got kicked out for. Like, they probably just got kicked out for eating the apple in the first place. But I guess my interpretation of Genesis 3 has always been like, God asking like, "Where are you?" after like. Admin Eve had hidden themselves was like, a chance at redemption or something.
G: Yeah. I mean, that's also the vibe with Cain and Abel, right? Like, it's like, the real straw on the camel's back with Cain and Abel is God asking Cain, like, "Where's your brother?" and him going, [overlapping] "Am I my brother's keeper?" It's still lying. Like, that is very much like, you can interpret it as the "chance of redemption but you didn't do it, so now you're off to be cursed forever."
C: Yes. Right. So Aziraphale lies to God.
G: Hell yeah!
C: God like, doesn't even stick around after like, his first lie to hear the rest of it.
G: [laughing] She was like, "It's Crover. Aziraphale has already lied."
C: [laughing] She literally was like, "It's Crover." But yeah, okay, so why did he do it? Like, was he so like, just worried in the moment that he was just like, "I'm about to commit the sin of all time, and also the only sin that's happened so far-" though I mean, I guess the demons Fell already. So there was other shit. But like, yeah. why'd he do it?
G: Well, he was feeling silly and goofy.
C: He sure was feeling silly and goofy. Okay, God like, knows he lied, but he doesn't Fall or anything. Like, what- Why did She ask? And why didn't She do anything when he lied?
G: Those are interesting questions. I don't really know how to answer them.
C: Yeah. This was a test of some sort. But like, maybe he passed the test?
G: Yeah. Well, She's ineffable, as we constantly hear.
C: Yeah, but this seems sort of like he passed the test if She didn't do anything about it. Because it's like, "Oh, well, I need an angel stationed on Earth to watch over the humans. Like, I was just like, super mean to them, but like, maybe I want someone who believes in them or like, will protect them over their faith to me in like, moments of need." Like, maybe he passed.
G: Yeah. Maybe he did pass.
C: Yeah. But he doesn't know he passed, which gave him an anxiety disorder for the rest of time which is ruining my favorite character's life [G laughs], so God should have been a better communicator.
G: This is true!
C: Okay, book fact: The way that this appears in the book is that-
G: Wait. I thought you said the flashbacks are not in the book.
C: Yes, the flashbacks are not in the book, but this information is conveyed to us in the book that this exchange happened. And the way that it happens is that Aziraphale was like, across the street from a printing press that did Bibles and shit, and one of these, like, the early practices of this printing press was that they would hang their proofs out to dry, and then passersby could correct typos and things. And Aziraphale went over to their pages of Genesis, and he wrote this out on there. And that conveys a very different vibe than Aziraphale in the show because that means that book Aziraphale was like, "I'm proud of this happening. And I want everyone know. I want these Bibles to be printed to have this scene of an angel lying to God and getting away with it [G laughing] right after Adam and Eve and the serpent all get fucked to hell about it."
G: Hell yeah.
C: Like, [laughing] what did he mean by that? It can't just be like a "nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh, I got out of it, and you didn't get out of it." Like, I mean this feels like he's fully encouraging people who read this to give disobedience a go and see if they get lucky.
G: Maybe after years and years and years, he started to think of it the same way you did. That maybe it was the right thing to do.
C: Yeah. I think that that's true of book. Aziraphale. Especially because the way the writing goes is like, there's no Aziraphale going, "Oh, dear!" or saying like, "Big, sharp, cutty thing." He's a lot more assertive in the book. He just- well, he still is nervous, but he says, "I had it here only a moment ago. I must have put it down somewhere. Forget my own head next," and then the next line in the Bible thing is, "And the Lord did not ask him again." And that's just the end of Genesis 3 in this version of the Bible being printed.
G: I wuv it.
C: So like, there's no like, light leaving. There's no whatever. It's just like, "And the Lord did not ask him again."
G: Hell yeah.
C: Hell fucking yeah. And also, this was the same printing press that tried to print Agnes Nutter's book of prophecies, so like, it's like, the same time period as the witch burning [G laughing] that he was like, "I'm gonna tell everyone that I lied to God."
G: I was imagining, like, 1800s, you know, but this is way funnier!
C: Nope. They were burning witches, and he was telling everyone to go fucking lie to God and that he was proud of it.
G: No!
C: God! Book Aziraphale's so hot. Anyway.
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G: Yes. Well, we proceed to a thousand years later in Mesopotamia.
C: A thousand whole years later! Have they even seen each other since then? It doesn't seem like it.
G: No! Because the first thing Crowley asks is, "What happened to the flaming sword?"
C: Right, right. So this is them picking up their 1000 years ago conversation.
G: Yeah. So at the beginning of each era, we're going to do like, a looks evaluation. And in general, Aziraphale doesn't really change much, looks-wise.
C: He changes a decent amount. But his hair is always exactly the same.
G: His hair is always exactly the same except for when he gets sideburns later. But like, in general, [laughs] he looks the same, you know? It's Crowley who, like, really transformed every iteration.
C: Yeah, she really walk walk fashion baby-s her way through the millennia.
G: Yeah! I think the song for Crowley is, in fact, "walk, walk, fashion, baby," and the song for Aziraphale is "he's living in a material world, and he is a material girl." This is so fucking true for me.
C: I don't know I've ever heard those songs. I think I only know the lyrics 'cause they're referenced in textposts.
G: You don't know "Material Girl"?
C: No. I know "Immaterial" by SOPHIE. I think that's enough material songs to know. [G laughs]
G: Well, all you have to know about material girl is Aziraphale is one.
C: Got it.
G: Yeah. So we're in Mesopotamia. Crowley shows up, in the most beautiful voice goes, "Hello, Aziraphale." [laughs] I am so enamored by Crowley, and I think it is hugely because this is Aziraphale POV episode, and so we see Crowley from Aziraphale's perspective.
C: And they're just like, way hotter now to you because of Aziraphale thinking they're so hot?
G: Yeah, I think so. [laughs]
C: I think that this is just what Crowley's like 'cause they're my special little princess. But yeah.
G: Crowley asks about the sword and Aziraphale says, "She's never mentioned it again. So..." This sword definitely will be relevant. I am sure of it.
C: Yeah. Maybe it's already been relevant.
G: Has it? Okay. Well, as they talk, it is revealed that this is when Noah's ark happens, so it's The Great Flood and everything. So right now, all the animals and all of Noah's family and blah blah blah are being loaded up to the ark, and in explanation of this, Aziraphale says that "God's a bit tetchy," which I have viciously added to my vocabulary.
C: Tetchy's a great word.
G: Tetchy. Yeah, I love it. And so She's sending a big storm. Crowley's asks if everyone is going to die, and Aziraphale says, "No, just the locals. God's not angry with the other people of the world."
C: "God's not upset with the Chinese." But as you, Grey, said, if God's not upset with the Chinese, why am I suffering so much right now?
G: No, for real. If God isn't upset with the Chinese, Aziraphale and Crowley should have kissed by the end of Season 1 and not in a miserable Season 2.
C: Exactly.
G: Crowley looks around and sees children, and-
C: Specifically, he sees goats and children-
G: [laughing] Oh yeah! Oh my god!
C: - goats and children in the same shot.
G: No, that's funny as hell because the next line is, "Not the kids. You can't kill kids." and it could very well may be the goats.
C: [laughs] Exactly! Okay. So the thing about this scene is, I think, [laughing] the first time I cried while watching this episode, when Crowley says that line. Just, okay. She's been here for 1000 years right? Like, they were here before childbirth.
G: Way before.
C: Yeah, they like, were here before humanity. They were here before Eve. They were here before Eve gave birth and like, before they like, witnessed Adam and Cain in some way which, like, is in a lot of fanfictions. Go check them out. And-
G: Who the hell is Adam and Cain?
C: Sorry, Cain and Abel. [G laughing] I don't give a shit.
G: Okay, okay. Anyway.
C: And like, yeah, okay, he's been here for a thousand years, and in that time, like, he's learned to love children more than any other thing on earth. Because, like, someone asked Neil Gaiman, "What is Crowley's favorite animal?" And he replied, "Kids." And that works so well, 'cause like, children do ask questions all the time and are disobedient and like, irreverent, and like, of course Crowley would like that. And yeah. I don't know. It's so, so good. Also, if you wanted to read a kidfic- a book fic that is a kidfic is "A Glittering Instrument" by malicegeres, and it's about Crowley having a daughter, and everyone should read it.
G: Crowley points out that this is all so horrible, and it feels more hellish than it does heavenly. And Aziraphale's like, "Yeah, but, you know, the Almighty is going to put up a 'rain bow' [both laugh] after all this, so it's not that bad." And the words "rain bow" has been playing in my head constantly since I watched this episode. And he almost says, like, Aziraphale almost says, you know, "God's plans are-" and Crowley goes, "Are you going to say ineffable?" And that stops Aziraphale from saying it. And, you know, it's just Crowley pointing out that like, "Isn't this all so horrible?" and blah blah blah. Anyway, a unicorn runs away [laughs], which I thought was funny. And yeah, it starts raining. RIP.
C: Okay. So I would say that Crowley does point out, but I think Aziraphale knows the whole time like, that it's fucked up.
G: Yeah.
C: I don't think he means a single thing that he's saying out loud. Like, in the scriptbook, they have taken out a line where Aziraphale's like, "Oh, I really shouldn't be telling you this because you're a demon, but-" before he goes into the explanation of the Noah thing, and even before that happens, he's like, wringing his hands and like, pinching his mouth and stuff, and it's like when Crowley arrives, I feel like he's so relieved that he can finally tell someone who he knows will be sympathetic about this.
G: Yeah.
C: 'Cause he can't tell the humans 'cause like, he can't. And he can't talk to Heaven about it because all of them are like, "This is great. What do you mean?" And like, he sees Crowley, and he's like, "I haven't seen this person in a thousand years, but like, he thought that God was punishing the humans too much when She kicked them out of Eden, so like, this is like, maybe the one person I can talk to who will go like, 'No, you're not crazy. This is fucked up.'" And like, Aziraphale won't voice that out loud himself, but he is like, giving Crowley ins to just like, criticize God out loud, so that Aziraphale can just like, have that around. [both] Yeah. And also, I think Aziraphale also says, "Crowley, you can't judge the Almighty" before the "God's plans are ineffable thing," which I guess is gonna be relevant when they break the fuck up. [laughs]
G: Yeah. I mean, a repeating thing that Crowley says in the St. James's Park in the breakup scene is that, like, he says, "We have a lot in common, you and me." And then later, he goes like, you know, "It's our side. We're more similar" and like, etc etc. And this is very much like, "Oh, this is where it starts," you know? Like, they are more similar [laughs] than Aziraphale would care to admit.
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C: We cut to- I have no idea how to pronounce this. Golgotha? Golgotta?
G: I think it's Golgotta. The thing is, little aside about the name, I was actually surprised that they usde the word Golgotha because in every prayer, every like, gospel, every station of the cross that I've ever been to, attended anything, it's always Calvary. It's never Golgotha. Ad like, I know, the word Golgotha, but like, it is constantly always Calvary. And then like, sometimes there's an aside of "aka Golgotha," you know. So when it showed up, and I was like, "Huh! That's interesting. What are the difference between those two words?" And Golgotha is an Aramaic word, and Calvary is Latin. I don't know what the implications of that are. I really don't. I just like- it caught my attention and I thought it was interesting.
C: Which one came first or whatever?
G: I don't know what language came first but I think I am to assume that the Golgotha is what they called it there, and Calvary is kind of like, the translation to Latin.
C: That makes sense. Interesting. So we're in Golgotha, 33 AD, which means it's been 3037 years since the last scene. [G exhales loudly] That's half the lifespan of the earth. What the hell? Do we think they've seen each other since? Probably. In fact, yes, so.
G: Wh- is that a spoiler? Or like, does it happen later, or- Okay, well, whatever. But I do think that they've seen each other before this. But there's no like, proof in this episode. It's just vibes to me.
C: Yeah, it is just vibes. Right, so their looks. Aziraphale’s wearing like, a turban and white robes, and Crowley has like, black robes on, and sort of like, a looser, like, scarf as like, a hood over her face. And it is confirmed by Neil Gaiman, and also just people studying their clothing styles that, like, Crowley is female-presenting in this scene, and that does make me crazy and insane. So yeah. God. Good for her.
G: Crowley looks so good in this scene. Can I just say that, like, I'm sorry, Jesus. [both laughing] I know you're being crucified right now. But have we considered that Crowley looks so good in this scene?
C: While you were spreading your arms, I was spreading my legs, etc, etc.
G: No, for real. Yeah! [C laughs]
C: But yeah, okay. And also, like, her hair looks really good. Because I feel like in earlier ones, like, I feel like, I've heard people describing her earlier hair looks as like, "hair just got invented." Like, the wig isn't that great.
G: Literally- do you know that post that's like, "After trans people start presenting like, more masculinely or femininely or whatever, like, give them some leeway because they're just figuring this shit out. Like, you didn't have perfect hair in middle school, so fucking let them be. Let them figure it out." That's how I feel about Crowley in the beginning. Like, literally, let her figure it out!
C: Yeah, yeah. But here, her hair is like, beautiful and wavy.
G: It's been figured out.
C: Yeah, it just looks very, very nice. Very groomed.
G: Yeah. It's like, swooped a little bit to his side. Ah! So nice!
C: Yeah, yeah. Hello! Aziraphale's watching the crucifixion, and Crowley comes up to him and asks, like, "Oh, you've come to smirk at the poor bugger, have you?" And Aziraphale's like, "What? No. Why?" and Crowley is like, "Well, you- like, Heaven did this." And Aziraphale goes, "I'm not consulted on policy decisions." [laughs] Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious. Also, like, I don't know. It's nice that Crowley is like- that both of them are hurt a little bit during this conversation. Like, both of them care about Jesus a lot or whatever.
G: Yeah.
C: Aziraphale calls her "Crawly," and she says, "Oh, I've changed it. Crawl just wasn't really doing it for me. It's a bit too squirming at your feet-ish." And she says that her name is now Crowley, and [laughs] I think I started crying again [G laughs] 'cause I love trans people so much. Like, the fact that this is like, her first female-presenting form coinciding with her first name change is really really nice. It's really nice.
G: Yeah! I know, yeah.
C: And- tell me more about your name, babygirl? Like, is it because of like, crows like the animal like? Do you like those? Like, what's up? I would like to hear. Aziraphale proceeds to get to deadname Crowley for like, 500 years after this.
G: [laughs] I know.
C: But you know. We'll get to that. [both laugh] [both] God. They talk a bit about Jesus, and Crowley says that, you know, "He seemed a very bright young man," and she showed him all the kingdom of the world just because his travel opportunities are limited, and she wanted to give him a shot at that. You're Catholic.
G: Hell yeah.
C: Wasn't it the devil or something who did that? Who did that?
G: I think it was the serpent in the garden of something.
C: Oh, okay. So this is just her continuing her role.
G: Yeah, like, Jesus prays for a bunch of days in a garden, and the serpent comes in and is like, "Ooh." I think maybe that was it. I may be completely fucking wrong, but you know.
C: Okay. I thought that the tempting Jesus was like, part of what God wanted. Was it just like, a solo policy decision on Hell's part? I don't know. They have like, a joke thing that I thought it was boring, who give a shit, that was just like, Crowley being like, "What was it he said that got everyone so upset?" "Oh, it was 'be kind to each other.'" "Oh, yeah, that'll do it." Okay, man. Whatever. Who give a shit?
G: [laughs] That's not what Jesus said! But okay.
C: [laughs] That's not what Jesus said. He would not fucking say that.
G: [laughing] I mean, he would probably say that, but that's not the reason why he got crucified. Come on, man!
C: Yeah.
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G: We go to Rome.
C: Only eight years later!
G: Eight years later, yeah. And [laughs] this is a scene.
C: Okay, yes, but outfit review first, right? Okay, they're both in togas, right? I have two notes about the togas. First, Aziraphale's a crew neck and Crowley's is a v-neck in the draping, so like, eternal slut since like, 25 BC- or, sorry, no, we're already in AD, so-
G: [laughs] The notes are fucking wrong.
C: - eternal slut since 41 AD. Secondly, like, they both have clasps on their togas, and Aziraphale’s is like, an angel wing, and Crowley has, like, a black- or sorry, a silver snake clasp that's also sort of shaped like the letter omega.
G: Hell yeah.
C: So. Something to think about.
G: [laughs] Make of that what you will.
C: Make of that what you will.
G: Yeah. So in here, Aziraphale is at a tavern in a table playing some like, stone game by himself when he overhears Crowley by the bar, ordering "a drink." Any drinkable thing.
C: With the worst hair that he's ever had.
G: Well... Well, "ever had," but I think he gets worse hair later. It well may be.
C: Huh! Interesting. I think I am a big fan of the Rome hair because of how stupid it looks, but one cannot refute that it looks really stupid.
G: I love it.
C: It's just like, David Tennant's regular hair, like, close-cropped, but like, they've just like, glued ringlets, like, around at the bottom. Like, there's not even a blent-
G: You know what I want to say?
C: What?
G: I think the worst hair Crowley's ever had is his hair in 2019.
C: [laughs] For real!
G: So miserable.
C: God. Grow that thing out again or so help me god. He gets even worse hair in Season 2.
G: No! Well, sad! But yeah, Aziraphale is so excited to see him!
C: I know.
G: He is so excited. And, you know, he approaches him and then goes, "Fancy seeing you here! Still a demon?" which is so, like, "Do you come here often?" [C laughing] Okay. He literally- this is flirting. They're flirting. Am I delusional? I don't think I am.
C: Well, first, he deadnames him.
G: Oh, yeah, that's true! [laughing] Peak flirting.
C: Well, at least he self-corrects. Yeah, he goes, "Crawly? Sorry, Crowley. Fancy running into you here."
G: He doesn't bother to do it later.
C: Yeah. He doesn't. What's wrong with him? It's been 8 years, and I understand that time works on a different scale for them, so like, I'll let this one go, but 500 years later? [both laugh] Girl.
G: No, it's funny, because, like, at the beginning of this scene, Crowley seems like, a bit pissed off. Like, he's like, snarky and all that, 'cause, you know, Aziraphale asks, like, "Oh, still a demon?" and he goes, "Oh, what kind of stupid question is that? What else am I going to be? An aardvark?" like, he's very snarky, and it's not delivered in a kind, comedic way. Like, he's like, irritated. Aziraphale, completely unfazed by the snark. And he asks, like, "Oh, are you gonna be in Rome long?" And Crowley goes like, "Oh, I'm just here for a quick temptation." And Aziraphale volunteers the information that he is here to have some oysters in Petronius's new restaurant and that Petronius does remarkable things with them. And Crowley goes, "Oh, I've never had one." And Aziraphale [C screams quietly] goes, "Oh. Well, let me tempt you-" and Crowley, like, does a dramatic turn of the head at him.
C: Yeah. And they look so amused. There's such a fond smile on their face.
G: Yeah! Like, Aziraphale very coyly goes, "Oh, wait! That's your job, isn't it?" And Crowley, like, softens up. And, you know, because he was snarky earlier, but this comment makes him smile a little bit, and they smile. [laughs]
C: They are going to fuck each other so raw and so hard. [G laughs]
G: It is so wild to me that they literally were like, Aziraphale literally was like, "Hey, I want to eat the most notoriously aphrodisiac food there is," and Crowley's like, "Never had it." And Aziraphale's like, "Oh, wait. Let me tempt you." Hello? Hello? Is anyone here? [C laughing] Is anyone here? [C screams] They're literally- it's crazy. As I said earlier, this was the scene where I was like, "I get it." And unbeknownst to me, I will get it further later on. But at this moment, I already did get it.
C: Yup. Yup. You sure did get it so raw and so hard.
G: [laughs] Yeah.
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C: So we cut to Wessex, 537 AD.
G: Isn't it Wuhssex? I don't know.
C: I have no fucking clue. Sure. It's Wuhssex. Why not? Probably.
G: I'm so sorry, British people. Is this in England? I don't know.
C: I don't- Yeah. King Arthur, right? So yeah. Okay. Aziraphale is slaying. He's in like, this silver armor thing, and he's wearing like, this white cape with like, fur on the shoulders, and like, he looks great. Crowley's outfit later is just like, regular black armor, no embellishments that I could see. Like, this is like, maybe the one century where Aziraphale looks better than Crowley does outfit-wise.
Yeah, he's here to meet the Black Knight, and like, one of Crowley's like, henchpeople sort of beckons him forward, and then Crowley shows up, and, like, is all dramatically like, "You have sought the Black Knight, foolish one. But you have found... your death." [G laughs] And Aziraphale's immediately like, "Hey, is that you under there?" But, specifically, he goes, "Is that you under there, Crawly?" And Crowley, at this transphobia, takes his entire helmet off and goes, "Crowley!" [laughs] Which is so-
G: He is just like me for real.
C: Yeah, he is just like me for real.
C: One more thing, Heaven refers to Crowley as Crowley in the present day, right? So like, I really wanna like, see the episode where like, Aziraphale finally, is like, "Okay, I've gotten used to the new name," and, like, goes up to Heaven and tries to register Crowley's name change with them [G laughs] without revealing that they're friends. Gabriel's like, "Okay. So like, they're using a fake name, 'cause like, they're on Earth doing trickery." And Aziraphale's like, "No, it's like- they seem like they were like, really into this one, like, for real though." [both laugh] And it's just that back-and-forth for like, an hour.
G: Aziraphale's like, "No no no, it was Crawly that was the ruse [C laughs] and Crowley is the real name." Like, he would do that.
C: Exactly! Exactly! "In his wiles, he had Heaven record the wrong recording so he could hide from us better." Yeah. So, you know, they start talking a bit, and Crowley says that he's here to spread foment, fomenting dissent and discord, whereas- I mean, Aziraphale says, "What is that? Some kind of porridge?" which is pretty funny. I do remember that line pretty well.
G: Aziraphale starts being insanely funny here. [laughs] Like, every every scene after this, he is comedic genius of all time.
C: Yeah. Aziraphale has been- he's a Knight of the Round Table, so he's working with King Arthur to foment peace [G laughs] as he puts it. And Crowley's like, "Okay, so what's happening is that we're both in like, this terrible damp place, and everything we do is just canceling each other out. So like, we should just stay home and tell head office that we did everything they told us to do." Aziraphale's like, "Well, [both] it is a bit damp."
G: And I think about it constantly. The way- I- he is sooo... I wuv him.
C: I understand. And at this suggestion, he's like, "But that would be lying!" Like, he's so so shocked.
G: Bro, you lied so hard and so raw in 4004 BC. [both laughing]
C: You lied to God! Yeah, yeah. But, you know, he has to at least put up the front. Because, like, immediately after "But that would be lying," He goes like, "Oh, but they'd check!" Like, [laughs] he goes straight from "Lying is wrong" to like, "Oh, but we could never get away with it." [laughs]
G: Literally.
C: Which like, so real. But Crowley, seems to imply that Hell is less surveillance-y than Heaven, so like, at least like, she'd be able to get away with it, which I mean, I guess, turns out to be mostly true. Crowley keeps trying, and Aziraphale's like, "Absolutely not. I am shocked that you would even imply such a thing." He stalks off and like, it's just such a- it's such a silly little breakup argument ending. Like, the whole like, "We're not having this conversation." "Right." "Right!" Like, god bless.
G: Yeah. But, also, I mean, this is- like, the more I thought about it, I was like, "That's probably not what happened," but when this first happened, when Aziraphale left, I was like, "Well. He's leaving." Like, Crowley said, "Let's just leave," [laughs] Aziraphale left. So like, he just did the thing! [C laughs] It was like, my first reaction, so I thought it was actually like, a funny bit of like, whether Aziraphale agrees or disagrees, it's the same result. Yeah. Now that I think about it, I'm like, "No, no, no. Like, they're fomenting somewhere else. But they're still fomenting." But at that moment, my kneejerk reaction was that, and I thought that was pretty fucking funny.
C: It is pretty fucking funny. Book fact: The Arrangement starts in 1020, so it takes 500 more years before Aziraphale agrees to this. But, I mean, I guess it also means that they hung out a lot during those 500 years to get that to happen!
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G: Yeah. 'Cause our next scene is Globe Theatre, London, 1601. Nine years before Caravaggio died. [C laughs] This is a famous theater, right? Like, until now. It's still up?
C: Yeah. I think it's been like, rebuilt and things. Yeah.
G: Yeah, of course. But you know, it's still an establishment.
C: Yeah, it's like, where Shakespeare performed his plays, so.
G: Yeah. There is a performance happening, but there are very very few people in here.
C: Aziraphale is slaying outfit-wise, I must say.
G: Oh, hell yeah.
C: It's like this silvery-
G: This is the one with the collar, right? The frilly collar?
C: Yeah, he has a ruff.
G: Yeah. Love it so much.
C: Whereas Crowley shows up with a fucking goatee. Also, sunglasses. I mean, he also had them in Rome. They were slaying. These ones are also slaying. He looks great. His hair is luscious and beautiful. His like, sleeves are puffy. Love that.
G: There's very few people in the crowd. There's like, maybe, like, three people watching and like, two people selling stuff to the three watchers. Like, it's that kind of crowd. But Crowley shows up, and we learn that they were supposed to meet up here because they expected a lot more people, and they expected to blend into the crowd.
C: I'm curious about the circumstances of their meetup.
G: No, yeah!
C: Because it's like, Aziraphale decided where they were gonna meet. But he also asks Crowley, "Hey, what are you up to?" which implies that Crowley was like, "Let's meet," and Aziraphale proposed the place?
G: Yeah, it's was a bit weird for me. Because when I was rewatching this scene, and I forgot how like, the conversation pans out later in terms of Aziraphale asking Crowley what he's up to, I thought solemnly that Aziraphale asked him to come here. And then in my head, I was like, "But Aziraphale doesn't want to do the thing, and he wasn't the one who suggested it. So did he just ask Crowley to like, watch Hamlet? [laughs] What is this?"
C: Yeah. And yeah, also, 'm also confused because Aziraphale tells Crowley about his Edinburgh assignment, and like, it seems like Aziraphale at least thinks Crowley doesn't know about it. So why would Crowley have asked him here to like, consolidate assignments if he didn't know that they were going to the same place?
G: No, yeah, exactly. So were they just going on a date? What is this?
C: Was this just hanging out? Was this just to hang out? But like, Aziraphale’s like, “Oh, you've gotta be up to something.” I think maybe they're just hanging out.
G: Yeah. Crowley goes, "Oh, the reason why nobody's here is like, because this is one of Shakespeare's gloomy ones, isn't it?" And me and Crystal looked up [both laugh] the timeline of publication of Shakespeare. So this is Hamlet. And before Hamlet, there were only two tragedies published at that point. So it's Julius Caesar and Romeo and Juliet.
C: Uh-huh! It sure fucking was Romeo and Juliet.
G: [laughs] The way this conversation is going, we kind of assumed that Aziraphale has seen all of Shakespeare at this point-
C: Yeah, he's a big fan.
G: - and Crowley has seen at least- at least one tragedy. So 100% chance, pretty much, of Aziraphale having watched Romeo and Juliet and [both] 50% chance-
C: - that Crowley has done it. Yup. Mm-hm. Mm-hm. So, you know, just something to think about. Just something to fucking think about.
G: Is anyone else going insane? Something to think about! Literally, what if the J stands for Juliet? Like, have we considered this?
C: Yeah, no, yeah. Earlier, we were talking about- Yup. Maybe the J stands for Juliet! What if it fucking does?
G: What if it does?
C: God. It's so corny, like, I don't even wanna ascribe myself to having said that. But like, what if does?! [G laughs]
G: What if it literally does?
C: Imagine if the one that he'd watched was Julius Caesar, so the J actually stood for Julius, and he has no clue about Romeo and Juliet.
G: [laughing] And it was Anthony Julius. God. [overlapping] It was literally Anthony Julius Crowley. [both laughing]
C: God! What a loser!
G: Well, anyway. Shakespeare is there and goes up to them and like, Aziraphale's like, "Oh my god! He's coming here." And then asks them to be more engaged in the production. And the Aziraphale was like, "Oh, like, when the ghost of his father came on, and I said, 'He's behind you!'" [both laugh] God, he is so fucking- like, this is so funny to me. 'Cause, well, let's get into it when we get to the other line. But Shakespeare's like, "Yeah, just like that." And then he orders the performance to continue. But the guy who plays Hamlet is like, upset that nobody's here. So he expresses this upsetness, and Aziraphale's like, "Noo! You're good. I love all the... [both] talking!" And Hamlet goes like, "Well, what does your friend think?" [C groans] And Aziraphale very quickly goes, "Oh, he's not my friend. We've never met before. We don't know each other!" And Crowley is like, right beside him, just smiling and being like, "Oh, I think you should get on with the play."
C: Yup. Is it anecdote time?
G: Should we talk about it here? Exactly.
C: Yeah, it's anecdote time.
G: Okay. I mean, this scene, this specific line is presented to us in a comedic way. Like, it's funny. And it is. But the way it continues on in this story, it becomes, you know, evident that it is something that bothers Aziraphale a lot and etc etc.
C: And it also hurts Crowley.
G: Yeah. So with all that in mind, let's talk about this running theme of Aziraphale denying Crowley and his friendship. [both laughing] Me and Crystal are gonna share personal anecdotes. Should I start?
C: Yeah, do your thing.
G: Okay, well, so my anecdote is that when I was in high school, my girlfriend at the time was very touchy. She was very like, oh, she'd hug everyone, and she'd like, when she's walking down the hall with her friends, she'd cling to their arms and all that. But she was also closeted, and I was, well am, whatever. I was very visibly - and known by everyone as - queer. So like, she would hug everyone anywhere. But me, I only get a public hug when it's time to say goodbye, and we're in the car park lot, and we've made sure that nobody can see us, and we're hidden by all the cars. And even then, you know, it's with much nervousness. And the thing is like, of course she couldn't treat me like a romantic partner in front of everyone due to the closetedness. But also, she couldn't treat me as a friend. She couldn't treat me the way she would treat all her other friends. Because here, even just the friendship, even just the association, even, is already too revealing. It's already like, "This is too much. This is telling the world too much." And Aziraphale denying Crowley the friendship, the term "friends," like, reeks of that feeling. Like, when this happened, like, my mind was immediately transported to that experience.
C: Yeah. Sure was. I guess my anecdote, that one actually came up for me in Episode 1 when Gabriel was talking to Aziraphale, and he's like, "Wow! It's so lucky that you two never ran into each other," and like, that was my first like- God, even having talked to each other is too much, is too revealing for the two of them. And it was exacerbated by this scene. So okay, my anecdote is that after Danica and I broke off our engagement, we went to Claire's and we shoplifted best friends forever necklaces to wear in lieu of an engagement. And one of the necklaces especially- well, there was one that was, you know, the half heart magnet one, and the other one was like, a ring that had, like, "best friends" on it, and so, I mean, we were feeling great. We'd done it. We got out. We were sitting in the car, we had our necklaces on. And then it was time to go home, and I took my necklace off, and I shoved it to the bottom of my backpack. And Danica was like, "Oh, what's up?" And I said, "Well, my parents already think I'm in love with you, so." And she was like, "But it's a best friend's necklace. Like, it explicitly says best friends on both of those things." And I was like, "Yeah. But still." And like, the "but still" is just like- first off, like, I am closeted to my parents, but I also look the way I look.
G: [laughs] Yes. The closet is glass, yeah.
C: So like, they're on the verge of suspicion at all times. They suspected that I was into girls before I was into girls because of the way that I talked about Danica in sixth grade, like, after I'd just met her. They asked me like, a lot of follow up questions that, looking back are like, "Oh, that's what that was about." But luckily, my ignorance protected me during that time. So it's just like, again, it's about the mere act of friendship being too revealing. It's about how like, just saying that- like, showing that I valued her enough to like wear a friendship necklace, like, it was just very clear that for her, like, with me and her, like, it could not be like, a non-romantic gesture. Like, it had to be something that they would question and that I wouldn't be able to explain properly because I can't talk about her like I do my other friends to my parents, unless I like, [laughs] really hastily compare to my sister. So like- yeah. I don't know. It's- yeah. That's more about like, Aziraphale and Heaven. Well, yours is also about Aziraphale and Heaven, but also everyone. So yeah. I don't know. I get it, and it sucks. It's very queer.
G: I think it's important for Neil Gaiman [C laughs] to acknowledge, like, whether in text or in Word of God that Crowley and Aziraphale are queer. Like, it is a queer relationship. Like, they are gay. [C laughs] But even without that acknowledgement, it is undeniable that that is the story here.
C: That's what is happening.
G: It's about a relationship that has to be hidden in this way because of its inherent nature, which is that it is gay. And it's not even just like, it's like, queer in the human sense, like, it's queer in Heaven, in Hell, on Earth, you know? Like, from every single elevation that you look at it from, it is gay. So [C laughs] that's my statement. Yeah.
C: It sure fucking is. Also, you don't have to be a man to be gay, Neil Gaiman. Like, even if they don't identify as men, they can still be gay, Neil Gaiman. You have such a limited view of gender, as the "Rainbow Dress" TikTok person said. [G laughs]
G: No, literally like, I've been saying this, but the statement, like, "Aziraphale and Crowley are gay men" really is very much a case of like, "Aziraphale and Crowley are men." Okay, I'm not completely sure about that. But "Aziraphale and Crowley are gay"? Like, [both] this we cannot possibly not possibly refute. We cannot possibly refute it.
C: It's not possible to refute it! Jesus Christ! There's so much.
G: Anyway. [laughs] Whew! Anyway, so the play keeps on going, and Hamlet goes, "To be, or not to be. That is the question." And Aziraphale [C laughing] pipes up so, so, so joyfully, "To be! I mean, not to be! [C screams] Come on, Hamlet, buck up!"
C: [laughing] "Come on Hamlet, kill yourself!"
G: He literally said, "Kill yourself, Hamlet!" God, he's so funny.
C: I can't believe Crowley invented saying "angel" as an endearment but Aziraphale invented saying KYS. And, also, he directs the first half of "Come on, Hamlet, buck up" to like, Burbage, like, acting on stage, but like, midway through, he turns to look at Crowley, and he's just looking at him, smiling so joyously, and Crowley's like, looking back with like, a small smile on his face.
G: Yeah! And it's so sick and twisted.
C: It's soo sick and twisted! Who let this happen? Who let them have eyes?! Ah! [screams]
G: Good lord. You know, Aziraphale says that the actor is very good, and Crowley, while while Shakespeare is right beside them, Crowley goes, "Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety," which is a line in Antony and Cleopatra-
C: Yup. Said about Cleopatra, though, the pronouns do change, which is interesting.
G: Shakespeare overhears this and write it down. What I find interesting is this is like, the one time that he or both of them really speaks in the way people of that time would speak, and it does make me wonder whether they're like, how are we supposed to interpret this? Have they always spoken this way or is this like, a there's a filter going on? And we're seeing it in this way, but the way they would have said it at the time would be completely different? Like, during this time, did they just speak in like, Shakespeare English? Or did they speak in this way? And, you know.
C: I just thought Crowley was like, doin' a bit of like, improv poetry.
G: [laughs] I see. Well, okay.
C: But it is possible that there's a filter, because, like, people would not understand them. But I also think like, like, Crowley shows up, like, her first words are like, [both] "Well, that went down like a lead balloons" before balloons were invented. So like, I feel like they've always been a little bit out of time, out of touch, etc etc. And I am losing my head when they're not around.
G: This is true. Anyway, as they watch, and Hamlet keeps on being performed, Aziraphale asks what Crowley wants from him. They have some banter on like, Aziraphale always thinking that Crowley's up to something, but eventually Aziraphale says that he has to go to Edinburgh for a blessing. And Cr-ow-ley goes- sorry. [laughs] I'm so sorry [C laughing] to everyone for pronouncing Crowley "Cr-ow-ley."
C: [laughing] The person that sent that ask is just rubbing their hands and adding another tally.
G: Literally. And Crowley goes, "Oh, me, too. I'm going there to tempt someone."
C: This is the first time we hear that Aziraphale has ever had a job. [laughs] Do you know what I mean? Like, in Episode 1, like, we know what Crowley's up to. She's out here taking down phone lines, like, etc etc, like, she's in Rome for a temptation. But like, it's like, what is Aziraphale's job, even? What is "Going to Edinburgh for a blessing"? What is a blessing? What does he even have to do?
G: I mean, he was fomenting peace! [both laugh] So that was a job.
C: You're right. I'm sorry. He was fomenting peace. I should have recalled. But, you know, some things are so difficult to remember even after 500 years!
G: [laughing] This is true.
C: God. I do wanna make it clear that I think both of them are trans. Like, I don't think this is a fail ally moment from Aziraphale when he gets Crowley's name wrong. It's just like, some trans people never change their name, and they're also like, terrible at changing other things.
G: For real. Anyway, Aziraphale acts offended by all this. He's like, "Oh, you cannot possibly be suggesting what I infer... you are implying." [C laughs] Which is truly a way to word it, and truly a way to say in a show such as Good Omens Season 1. [C laughs] Literally, [overlapping] you cannot possibly be suggesting what I infer you are implying, Neil Gaiman.
C: And he, like, lowers his voice and sort of turns away a little in this one.
G: Yeah, yeah. One of them should do the blessing and the tempting, both of them. And we learn that they have done this dozens of times now.
C: So, if 600 years- 581 years, so I think it's about one every six years is what that looks like.
G: What's this? Like, how many did you-
G: I just assumed a hundred because they wouldn't say hundreds until it got to like, at least 200.
G: Yeah, that's true.
C: So dozens seems like, maybe like, a hundred.
G: Crowley is on the side of "Nobody give a shit." [laughs] But Aziraphale says, "If Hell finds out, they won't just be angry, they'll destroy you." [C makes pained sound] Which is fascinating. Because again, anytime from here on onwards, like, the, you know, the last scene when they were in Wessex, Aziraphale's first response is, "Heaven's gonna get me into trouble." But now, it's like, "No, Crowley, you're gonna get into trouble." And we see this consistently throughout a lot of the other scenes. Like, with the holy water shenanigans, this is kind of Aziraphale's main point always. And the thing affecting Aziraphale is pretty much always secondary, and that sure is something! Anyone else here gay as hell no matter what, this we cannot possibly refute? [C laughs]
C: Yeah.
G: So eventually, Aziraphale agrees, and they do a coin toss, and Aziraphale has to go.
C: Do we think that this was a fair coin toss? Because we hear like, a sound when it happens that's either like, a coin toss sound effect or a miracle sound, in which case, that means that Crowley, like, purposefully made Aziraphale lose.
G: I think it's fair. I'd like to think it's fair.
C: You have such faith in love. I don't think it's fair.
G: I literally do. Shakespeare on the side is talking to a vendor and goes, "Ugh. It would take a miracle to get anyone to come see Hamlet." And Aziraphale and Crowley hears this, and Aziraphale, like, glances knowingly and expectantly at Crowley, and Crowley goes, "Agh, fine. Okay. I'll do that one." And yeah. Now, Hamlet is probably the most famous play of all time.
C: Yeah. They're crazy. Yeah. The way that Aziraphale looks at him so hopefully and like-
G: I know!!
C: They're soo. Oh my god, yeah. And like, it's also just about how like, this isn't like, just for Aziraphale. It's about how Crowley like, wants to be a nice person, but needs an excuse to do it, and, like, this is like, a flimsy-ass excuse, but it is at least something that he can hold on to for a reason. And like, I think I read a post about this that was specifically about like, how, Aziraphale saw like, Crowley like, recite poetry- or like, come up with poetry just now, and is like, "Oh, like, this is like, something that they care about. Like, they're a theater person. Like, this is like, something that they'd want to do, and like, they like Shakespeare." And that's- agh. I don't know. That's so nice. I really like their dynamic here, where, like Crowley, is tempting Aziraphale into harmless sin, and Aziraphale is tempting Crowley into like, harmless doing good because it's just what they both want, but they need an excuse to do it. Aghh. Yeah. Also, Crowley does say at the end, "I still prefer the funny ones," which, I mean, okay, like, according to the timeline, I think he's seen Much Ado About Nothing. So yeah. Everyone stream Tennant and Tate Much Ado About Nothing right now. And also, stream Tennant's Hamlet while you're at it.
G: Hell yeah.
C: Hell yeah.
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C: So we cut to Paris, 1793. It is the Reign of Terror, and Aziraphale is in an outfit.
G: He sure is.
C: You said you had feelings about this outfit. Hit me with the feelings about this outfit.
G: No, I have positive feelings about this outfit.
C: Okay. It's pretty good. He has pink satin shoes on. Good for him. And basically, he's like, manacled and is about to get executed, guillotined, and all that for being so clearly a rich guy. And like, I mean, my whole thoughts about the handcuffs during this scene were like that, like, Tumblr screenshot of a Discord image that's like, someone sending in all caps, "WHAT WOULD YOU USE A GUN FOR OTHER THAN SEX ??????????" And then, like, fifty crying emojis. But like, that's me about the handcuffs here. What would you use handcuffs for other than sex???
G: Literally.
C: What's happening? But yeah. so he meets Jean-Claude, who is his intended executioner. And Aziraphale is like, immediately, like- I don't know how to do it, but he's like, he can't speak French, and he's like, "Blah blah blah, this is a grande... mistake. Uh. Erreur." [G laughs] Adorable. Great.
G: Yeah. He is so important to me.
C: He is pretty important to me also. Like, last episode when you were like, "And they speak every language, right?" And I was like, "Yeah." And then this episode, it's like, "No. Actually, no."
G: No, I think he could, though, right? He should be able to.
C: Yeah. He said he's out of practice at the French. Well, we'll learn more about that. But the executioner, I mean, you know, they just have an exchange where he's like, "Oh, I love executioning so much. I can't wait to execution you." [laughs] I know that the word "executes" a thing. And Aziraphale’s just- I'd say he's tetchy about the situation. [laughs]
G: Pretty tetchy.
C: Jean-Claude is like, inspecting his neck, and, like, Aziraphale pulls away, and he's like, "No! Dreadful mistake discorporating me. Oh, it'll be a complete nightmare."
G: And also, this is the first time we hear the word discorporate, I think.
C: No, we hear about it when we-
G: No, like, in this history.
C: Okay, yes.
G: But yeah, we hear about it in-
G: Was that in the car?
C: Episode 2? Yeah, when he was driving.
G: Last episode, yeah. God. It was just last episode? It feels like a lifetime ago. [C laughs]
C: It was 6000 years ago.
G: I think it's interesting 'cause yeah, like, they set it up here, discorporathing, and then later, they have conversations about "destroying you completely," and like, I feel like this line is here to separate it from that.
C: Yeah.
G: To be like, "No, no, no. Like, that's different. Like, what Crowley is asking for will legitimately kill him." So yeah.
C: It's gonna send his ass to the Empty. Time freezes. Crowley freezes time. Or he just freezes Jean-Claude, but I'd like to believe that he freezes time. And shows up. And like- [G laughs] Okay, so firstly, Aziraphale is like, "Oh, like, you're all animals." And like, he hears behind him, "Animals don't kill each other with clever machines, angel. Only humans do that." And his face lights up, like, so much! Like, so much. And he goes like, "Crowley." And then he like, turns around, and it's like, what- what's happening here? What is going on? Can anyone hear me?! [G laughs] So Crowley is sprawled on the ground in a pose that I know she was practicing in the mirror for 15 minutes. Like, she wanted to be here earlier, but she was like, "No, okay, so and then I'll say- and then, like, he'll turn around, right? And I'll be like, on the ground, like, sort of like, leaning back with like, my knee propped, and like, blah blah blah blah," like, god bless. Also, her hair is very silly, and I'm a fan.
G: Aziraphale turns around, and upon seeing Crowley and Crowley's outfit, goes, "Oh, good lord!" Like, in a like, "eugh" way.
C: That is not my interpretation, but you are free to do that.
G: Okay, what was your interpretation?
C: He's so horny that he can barely walk?
G: No he wasn't! He was like, "God! You're ugly as hell no matter what, Crowley." [C laughing] Well, that's what I took from it, and it reminds me of that one Gianmarco Soresi bit where he says, like, "If you're a guy and you want someone to accurately, like, honestly tell you how you look, you should ask a gay man, because they have two traits that you need for an accurate judgment, which is that 1) they're attracted to men, and 2) like, they have the absolute lack of empathy that only a man can possess." [both laughing] And that was my immediate thought when this scene happened. Literally Aziraphale going, "Oh, good lord!" was so fucking funny.
C: Okay. I personally saw that, and like, him like, giving Crowley like, a once-over, and then like, turning away as like, a "Oh, you look positively indecent" sort of thing-
G: No!
C: - in that he is so horny he can barely walk, which I think is like, the fandom interpretation. But honestly, yours might be more fun. Especially 'cause Crowley is dressed as like, a French peasant, but a stylish one in order to like, blend in. You know, Crowley asked what Aziraphale's doing here, and he goes. "I thought you were opening a bookshop." Which also makes me emo because it means they're like, in contact, like often! [G screams] 'Cause Aziraphale doesn't start building the bookshop until the 1790s, so like, they've been talking like, regularly. Like, they ask each other about their weeks maybe. You know what I mean? Agh!
G: [shakily] Yeah! [laughs]
C: And then Aziraphale says that he got peckish because you can't get decent crepes anywhere but Paris. We don't know how he got here. Yeah. So Aziraphale either took a boat over, which I don't know how long that would take, or he mirrored himself here, which I think the second one is a lot funnier, but like, honestly, both of them are funny.
G: No, I think it is the second one because, quote-unquote, he got "peckish." Like, that's not like, that's an instant, quick feeling, you know? Are we supposed to think that he spent- what? Week-
C: The English Channel doesn't look that thick on the map. [G laughs] But it would probably be a while, yeah.
G: Yeah. He has to go to the port? Like, are you fucking kidding me?
C: Yeah. He does not have the patience. Well, that's incredibly funny of him. Also, I love that he said that he got peckish because, like, they don't feel hunger, I'm assuming. Like, he can't actually feel peckish. Like, this isn't something that he needs. He just wants it. Which is a fun distinction with the two of them.
And, you know, Crowley goes, "You came over here dressed like that?" And Aziraphale goes, “I have standards.” God bless. We learn that Aziraphale says that he didn't miracle himself out of this because he was reprimanded last month for performing too many frivolous miracles. I mean, I don't know if it's bad writing, or like, he's just like, lying. [G laughs] 'Cause like, he miracled himself over here, and later, he miracles himself an outfit- or he doesn't miracle himself an outfit. He miracles instead of just like, swapping clothes with someone. That's frivolous. So that's that's what he says. Okay. I think that it is just like, a writing inconsistency. But the idea that is just fucking lying so that Crowley can rescue him is pretty fun.
G: Yeah. Based on the deleted scene that [laughs] we will discuss here like it i an actual scene, I think it is true that he got reprimanded.
C: Yeah, yeah. Good point. Well, sorry, Aziraphale. And Crowley says that they're here because Hell sent him accommodation for outstanding job performance. And Aziraphale, like, very offended, is like, "So all this is your demonic work?" But no, the humans thought it up themselves. Yeah, Aziraphale says that, like, you know, "Maybe I should say thank you." And Crowley, like, gets up, very intense. "Don't say that. If my people hear I rescued an angel, I'll be the one in trouble, and my lot do not send rude notes." So I guess this is supposed to be like, our "maybe the wall slam wasn't so unprecedented" moment, but I still think the wall slam is stupid as all hell, and that she would not fucking. But yeah. This is like, something that they're quite intense about, like, yeah. Can't say thank you 'cause it makes it real, etc, etc. [G exhales shakily] Yeah. Yeah. Ya. [G laughs]
G: Ya.
C: Right, you know, also, Crowley's undone the handcuffs and Aziraphale's sort of like, rubbing his wrists. Why would you use handcuffs for anything but sex??? [G laughs] Anyway, I do say that I found the "my lot do not send rude notes" line sort of annoying just from a book reader perspective because they do have the exchange where Crowley is talking about how Hell's going to punish him for losing the Antichrist, and she goes, "You'll be amazed at the kind of things they can do to you down there," and Aziraphale goes, "I imagine they're very similar to the sort of things they can do to one up there." Like, there's a lot more Heaven and Hell equality in like, how bad they are and how aware both characters are of that in the book. So it does annoy me for this to be portrayed as like, "Hell will punish Crowley worse than Heaven will punish Aziraphale" because they're taking an equal risk.
Because Aziraphale can't say thank you, he decides that they should get lunch together. And this is something that they mentioned in Episode 1 as something that Crowley has to pay him back for.
G: The thing is, in Episode 1, I said like, "Oh, it's just work for them, and that's why they don't even remember it, like, who was who's side or whatever." But like, actually, it was not work. [laughs] It was Crowley saving Aziraphale's ass. I don't know. Like, this, for me, changes the like, "them forgetting" part of it from like, "Oh, they've forgotten it because it's just work, and it doesn't matter" to like, "They are forgetting it because this exact scenario has happened countlessly many times already" that it's common now. And like, I find it so endearing that Aziraphale doesn't remember that but remembers that they had crepes.
C: Hm. I think my interpretation of that would be more like, "Here are the parts of our relationship that are safe to talk about, and here are the parts that aren't." Like, I don't actually think that either of them forgot. I think that when they say Paris, 1793, they know all of it.
G: They both know what they're talking about.
C: Yeah. But they will just mention the crepes, because that was like, the safe part of it.
G: Aww. Awww. Okay. Yeah.
C: And then Aziraphale fucking kills a guy.
G: [laughs] Literally. He kills a guy.
C: He fucking kills a guy! Oh, later at the bandstand, "Oh, I can't kill anything! I'm nice!" You killed Jean-Claude. You murded Jean-Claude. You killed him! He does a miracle to swap their clothes, and new guillotine people come in. They see Jean-Claude in Aziraphale’s fancy aristocrat clothes, and they take him off to the fucking guillotine.
G: Exactly. Like, this reminds me of that one famous like, Trixie and Katya clip that I think I've sent you where like, Katya asks Trixie, "What's the straightest thing you've done?" And Trixie like, sits down and thinks about it and goes, "I killed a guy." [C laughs] Like, literally, this is the straightest thing Aziraphale has done. He killed a guy.
C: Yeah, he sure did. But like, they don't treat it like it is a thing, so I guess it just isn't. We shouldn't treat it as a thing. But, like, come on. He killed a guy. He 100% killed that guy. And like, after Aziraphale kills that guy, Crowley is like, "Well, dressed like that, he was asking for it." Like, she's like, "You just killed a guy, and I'm backing you up because he wanted to hurt you." [G laughs]
G: I mean, also, I want to point out that like, last episode, you were talking about how Aziraphale was just making his acts of service boyfriend acts of service him. And at the time, I was like, "Okay." But like, I get it. I fully get it now. He literally is asking his acts of service boyfriend to acts of service him.
C: Yup. He sure fucking is.
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G: Well, before we get to the actual next scene in the episode, we shall talk about the deleted scene-
C: Seven years later-
G: From the scriptbook. Yes. So it's seven years later, and we are at a bookshop.
C: We will reblog this onto our Tumblr because it's okay in a special edition of the scriptbook that isn't available online.
G: Why? Ohh.
C: Someone scanned it and put it online.
G: We are at the first few days of construction, or maybe like, the last few days of construction of Aziraphale’s bookshop, and like, he's getting the sign done, he's putting books on the shelf, all that, when Gabriel and Sandalphon shows up. And they're all like, "Aziraphale, we have some excellent news. You're being assigned back to Heaven!"
C: Specifically, "You're being promoted back upstairs," which, you know, tells us that his current job [both] is a demotion. Maybe as punishment for the Garden of Eden.
G: They're expecting Aziraphale to be very happy about this, but all he says is, "But I'm opening the bookshop on Friday!" Truly a moment. But yeah. It's a whole thing. They give him a medal. And Aziraphale just straight up goes, like, "I don't want it." And as this is happening, he looks over Gabriel's shoulder and he sees, quote, "the worst possible thing that he could see." And it's Crowley, and he is holding a package and waving "cheerily." And upon seeing this, Aziraphale goes, in a way, I think, to warn Crowley, that like, "This is Gabriel and Sandalphon. Like, don't do anything." He goes, "But only I can thwart the wiles of the demon Crowley!" And, like, Crowley in the back, his face falls, and then he points at the package and mouths, "Chocolates!" [C screams] He bought chocolates. He bought chocolates for Aziraphale.
C: I just- this a housewarming gift for the bookshop, I'm assuming, but it's also like, this isn't for Friday, the day that it opens to the public. It's like, for like, I'm assuming that this is like, Thursday or Wednesday or something. This is like, "We've talked about this privately and like, let's hang out. I'm very happy for you, blah blah blah." God! He literally brought chocolates!
G: Gabriel says, "Oh, we're sending Michael down here, so you don't have to worry." And like, in the back, Crowley is going, "Michael? Michael's a wanker!" which I love. And Aziraphale tells Gabriel that Crowley is cunning and brilliant, and has been here for as long as Aziraphale has been also. And Gabriel's like, "What? Do you like him or something?" [C screams] And Aziraphale says, "No, no, no. I loathe him. But I respect a worthy opponent, [C laughs] which he isn't, and I don't respect him. Or like him."
C: "Because I cannot respect a demon and I cannot-" like, I'm not allowed to. [groans]
G: Yeah. And Gabriel's like, "Okay." And then goes, like, "We're gonna go to Heaven, but before that, we're going to the tailor shop. So, bye." So they go to the shop, and as Gabriel is putting on the outfit or whatever he hears Crowley talking to a "creature from Hell." [C laughs] And, you know, the conversation is like, "Ah, my evil plans, thwarted again. Has Heaven sent a champion here on Earth who thwarts... thwartingly?" [C laughs] I love it. And then we see that Crowley actually just set up a bunch of mannequins, and like, put hoods over them and is doing some voice modulation shit [C screams] to pretend that they're like, other creatures.
C: I need her.
G: First of all, transgender. Second of all, I would have loved to see this scene!
C: I know!
G: So fun. And there's a line there that you pointed out, which is that, he is acting accordingly to the acting style of the time. Yeah.
C: Which is so cute, I think. Like, he and Aziraphale go to shows together, and sometimes, like, she goes to shows alone because, like, she likes the arts, and like, she's acting in the style of the time!
G: Yeah. Anyway, the creature is like, "Oh, Master Crowley, I've heard that your nemesis Aziraphale is being sent back to Heaven!" And Crowley's like, "Oh my god! That's amazing! I was going to drink holy water [C laughs] because the angel always thwarts me so hard and so raw, [C laughing] but like, now I won't!" And he goes like, "Only he knows my wiles well enough to thwart them." And so we go back to the shop, and Gabriel is now telling Aziraphale that, "Oh, no, no, no. You're staying, actually. Keep the medal." And before Aziraphale can even say anything, Gabriel and Sandalphon have left.
C: Yup. And Aziraphale never knows why they left.
G: Yeah.
C: Like, just the fact that Crowley is able to express like, "Oh, I don't want Michael here, like, she sucks," but like can't or won't tell Aziraphale "I want you to stay bad enough that I did this very silly thing." Yeah. Whew.
G: Whew. Yeah. We're not even to the big parts yet. [both laugh] Well, we're about to be.
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G: Our next scene is at St. James's Park, as in the part that they frequent in Episode 1, and it's 1862. And Crowley pretty much looks the same. [laughs] Like, there are some choice differences in his look right now, and his look in 1941. Was it 1941? onwards. But like, this is the look. Like, he's found it, you know? And I am so sorry everyone and God, but I have actually watched this spoiler, which is- it came across my YouTube recommendations, and it was a- what's it? A behind the scenes alternative take on a scene of Aziraphale dancing. The description said that it was from 1880. So in that video, his outfit is exactly the same as it is in '41 and now. So like, between 1862 and 1880, he found his style, and he just didn't let it go, ever.
C: This scene is the first instance of his waistcoat, which is his favorite thing ever. 'Cause it's like, kind of ratty, but he has it, and he'll always have it. I love him.
G: Yeah, I don't know. I really like that he found like, an era, and was like, "I belong here." Do you know what I mean? And he lived there, and even if the era has passed, he's like, "I belong there." And, I don't know. I like that. I like it. I wike it. I like it.
C: And I also like the era that he's chosen is like a period in which he and Crowley didn't talk after this fight. Like, this is like, his self-actualization, like, decades or whatever
G: Did they really not? Like, is that a legitimate- is that an assumption, or-
C: The scriptbook in in the 1941 scene has a stage direction that I will read aloud later.
G: Okay. Well, we're at St. James's Park, as I've said, and-
C: Crowley has terrible, awful sideburns. Sometimes gender euphoria comes out of cost to me. Right now, he's living it up as a guy with the worst sideburns.
G: Anyway, Crowley is depressed. I don't think that's a misinterpretation.
C: I don't- that's not how I interpret it, but I don't think it's a misinterpretation.
G: How would you interpret his actions in his scene?
C: Holy water can kill any demons. It could just be to like, kill other demons that come after him or- What do you mean?
G: Well, he is so sad!
C: He's- I guess so. He is an amount of sad.
G: Okay. Let's get into the scene. So Crowley says, like, "Oh, I'm worried that things will go wrong." And he goes, "If things do go wrong, you and I, we have a lot in common." And, Aziraphale says, like, "Oh, well, we both started out this angels, but, you know, we've since diverged paths due to the you Falling thing."
C: He's like, really judgy and mean when he says it. Like, both of them are like, in moods today.
G: Yeah. They're tetchy. Yeah. Crowley says, like, "I didn't really Fall. I just sauntered vaguely downward." And, you know. Crowley says, "If things go wrong, I want insurance." And then he hands Aziraphale a note. And we don't see the note immediately, but we see that Aziraphale’s face is like, he's upset. And he declares that what Cr-ow-ley- [both laugh] he declares that what Crowley is asking is out of the question. And he says, "It would destroy you. I'm not bringing you a suicide pill." And this is what I mean, like, I think it's curious how this scene, Crowley is so different from how he usually acts. I think that's what I- he's completely different. And he has been like this long enough for Aziraphale to genuinely think that he wants the holy water to kill himself.
C: Yes. Though, I mean, again, this is like, an insurance thing. So even if it was to kill himself, it would be like, you know, like, when you're getting tortured and like, you take like the pill so that the information doesn't get tortured out of you kind of thing. It isn't like, a "he's actually suicidal."
G: Yeah, I mean, I don't think he's actually suicidal, but I think it's curious that he's so so so worried when all the scenes before this has been him being like, "Ah, it doesn't matter. Ah, it's fine."
C: Yeah. I agree that that is so different.
G: Here, it's such a- yeah, it's such a vast difference. And, yes or no. Do we figure out what happens between chocolates scene and this for this to be the case?
C: I think there's stuff in Season 2 that could help you interpret things. Yeah.
G: Ah. Okay. Well, Aziraphale goes, "Do you know what trouble I would be in Heaven if they knew I was... [both] fraternizing?" And like, he says other things too, but what the camera really focuses on is Crowley doing the most dramatic head turn ever seen in the history of the world, and goes, "Fraternizing?" And Aziraphale says, "Well, whatever you wish to call it."
C: Well, I'd say before that, like, when Crowley says like, "That's not what I want it for. I just want it for insurance." Aziraphale goes, “I'm not an idiot. Crowley.” What does that mean? Like, "You are obviously suicidal"? Like, what does that mean? Or is the "I'm not an idiot" regarding the like, "I'd be in big trouble with Heaven" thing, in which case, is he accusing Crowley of deliberately endangering him?
G: Yeah.
C: Yeah?
G: I don't know. No, no, no, not yeah as in "yeah," but like, "yeah" as in I get what you're trying to ask, and I also don't know the answer, but I agree that it's a fascinating question. This is surely a scene
C: What's happening? Yeah. Aziraphale's panicking, I think, and I think the way that he reacts when he's panicking is to just pull out the old "You're an evil demon trying to hurt me" or some shit.
G: Crowley goes, "I have a lot of other people to fraternize with, angel."
C: They're not even fucking. What is this about?
G: [laughs] Yeah.
C: Can you believe they're having this exchange, and they haven't even fucked once?
G: And Aziraphale goes, "Of course you do." And then he starts walking away, and Crowley goes, “I don't need you!” [C screams] And Aziraphale turns away to say, “And the feeling is mutual! Obviously!” And Crowley just stands there looking at the note that Aziraphale threw into the water burning up and then mockingly goes, “Obviously.” [both laugh] A scene. It is a scene. Also like, this, in my head, for some reason, Crowley has just been in there, saying lies, and the lines that are being said are, "Lord, heal this bike," and "Obviously," and- what's that? The "Eternity!"
C: And the "Shaddup."
G: And the "Shut up!" Literally. He's just in there.
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C: So we cut to London 1941, and like, this is the scene of all time, but first I do have to be like- Okay, what my thing is, I feel like, okay, there's no historical scenes in the book, right? And I think part of that- I don't know if that's part of that, or just like, why I wouldn't put historical scenes in a book like this- is that I think it begs the question like, if they were here-
G: Why didn't they do anything?
C: - during, yeah, some of the worst things in human history, and they're powerful, like, they have powers, why didn't they do anything? And like, sure, Aziraphale's like, doing something here, but like, the most nothing thing. Okay, like, it's not nothing. If he was a human, this would be a very brave thing for him to do, but like, as someone who cannot die, this is like, kind of nothing at all.
G: I think the reason why that thought- like, it did cross my mind, but it wasn't as egregious as it would be if it was in something else is that they very obviously handicap Aziraphale and Crowley in terms of powers.
C: Right, like, they get reprimanded and things for their miracles. Yeah, I mean, that is something that I've thought about. But also, like- I feel like I'm not like, mad at them. It's more that-
G: It's curious, yeah.
C: Why, you would even write a scene that provokes that question without really bothering to answer said question. Like, write it in a way where it seems like you yourself were not even thinking about the question when I feel like the question is so obviously there. I feel like if this was in the book, if there was just like, a sentence in there that was like, you know, like, "Because of like, limitations and stuff, they could only do what humans could do and what humans could do was like, very little, but also like, a lot sometimes," or just like, something about like, Good Omens general humanism and how like, Aziraphale and Crowley are citizens of Earth, blah blah blah blah blah, it would be fine. But I feel like, here, it's just like, "Okay, but why did they do anything?" But yeah, I mean, whatevs. Like, it's not even something that I think about that much until I'm taking notes because this scene is so fucking romantic that sometimes you forget that there are like, literal Nazis here? And like, maybe that's- yeah.
Anyway, Aziraphale's here. He has a cute fucking hat on. Good for him. Also- like, the worst thing that could possibly happen to the world - Mark Gatiss is also here. But sometimes we have to live with such things.
G: He sure is. Yeah, you know, I think I know Mark Gatiss from Sherlock only, but I understand that he is relevant in the British media economy.
C: He wrote a lot of episodes of Doctor Who that were bad. And, you know.
G: I mean, I didn't even know that he is involved in making Sherlock for a long time.
C: Oh, you thought he just played Mycroft, and that's it.
G: Yes, yes.
C: No, he fucking co-wrote that thing, and boy, was it not a good show. [G laughs]
G: I don't have no feelings for Sherlock whatsoever. It's just a show that I watched with my sister when I was younger.
C: Good for you. You escaped a lot of- a lot of time spent on Tumblr saying things that made absolutely no sense.
G: Well, I'm making up for it now! [laughs]
C: Yup. So Aziraphale shows up with books, and he greets two people, one of whom is Mark Gaitas with a German accent. And supposedly, he's been obtaining books of prophecy for Hitler.
G: Also, he gets called Mr. Fell, which, I think- is this the first time
C: Well, yeah, I mean, if you look at his bookshop at any point, like, it does say A.Z. Fell.
G: Yeah, but I didn't really do that.
C: But yeah. That is the name he goes by.
G: He is Mr. Fell. Yeah. I was asking Crystal, like, is it "Aziraphale Fell" or is it "Azira Fell," and Crystal was like, "A.Z. Fell," and I was like, "Oh my god! Just like T.S. Elliot for real." And you know what? He may as well be like T.S. Elliot for real.
C: He may as well. They mention Agnes Nutter, 'cause it's the only true prophecy book, but Aziraphale says that, I mean, he just can't get it.
G: Apparently, there's only one copy of it in the world. Like, the Anathema copy, and that's it. 'Cause all the other copies were unsold and therefore burned by the publisher.
C: So, you know, they put the books into a bag, and then, like, one of them, goes like, "Oh, like, thanks a lot. But also, we have to kill you now."
G: Oh, anyway, I want to mention a fun little journey that I went through. At some point, Aziraphale goes, "Oh, but we preserved one prophecy, and it's that in 1979 or whatever, do not buy Betamax." And I was like, "Wait. That's an actual word?" Because in the Philippines, betamax, as we say it, is a street food. It's like, coagulated blood, and then you cut it in squares, and then you grill it. It's pretty good. And I was like, "Wait, what?" And so I Googled it, and apparently Betamax is a brand of cassette tapes, and they're black, and betamax, the food is, you know, it's cut into squares that are dark, so it looks like a cassette tape, so they named it after the cassette tape.
C: That's so fun! That is so fun.
G: Isn't that so cool? I know. I love it. And you know what? Agnes Nutter, I will buy betamax. [C laughs]
C: So, upon the gun being drawn on him, Aziraphale just like, does a little head tilt, and like, a pout-ish thing, and he goes, "Well, that's not very sporting." Which is soo cute.
G: He literally is like, pouting. Yeah, he's so. Agh. Somebody needs to get their dick sucked, and it's not gonna be me. [C laughs]
C: This woman appears behind Aziraphale, holding a gun pointed at the Nazis. And Aziraphale is like, "She is like, Captain Rose Montgomery of British military intelligence, and like, she is here to imprison your entire Nazi spy ring. She recruited me to work for you." Which, see, that also bothers me that like-
G: Yeah. There's no initiative on your part?
C: Aziraphale was, what, just chilling in the book shop until someone came up to them and was like, "Hey, help us." Like, I'm sure he could have been doing other things, and like, maybe it would have been like, trivializing, if like, they like, threw in a random line about how he's like, helping shelter people or whatever. But like, this is like, "Okay, so like, you didn't even take initiative, bro."
He's like, "Okay, and like, Captain Montgomery, like, all her agents are here, they're surrounding the building. And you two have been- What is that lovely American expression? Played for suckers." But then it's revealed that, in fact, she is also a Nazi, and this was a setup, and she turns the gun on Aziraphale, and he does the most dramatic gay gasp of surprise! And that gif is present in a post that goes, "When you're a miniature poodle and it's time for your nightly anxiety medication and your owner drops an extra pill pocket on the floor." [G laughs] Like, yeah. That's that face.
G: Literally.
C: Fraulein Greta Kleinschmidt says in German that it was very easy to fool the shithead bookseller because he's very gullible. Which, no, he's not! Okay, you know, I think I need to stop hoping that, like, Aziraphale will be like book Aziraphale and just think of both of these characters as new characters, but I just do have to say that there is a scene in the book where, like, it says that basically, like, mafia guys and things would come to Aziraphale’s bookshop-
G: Oh yeah. I've seen this too.
C: - and suggest that he'd like to sell the shop. And either they would bribe him.
"Or, sometimes, while they were talking, other men in dark glasses would wander around the shop shaking their heads and saying how inflammable paper was, and what a fire trap he had here. And Aziraphale would nod and smile and say that he'd think about it. And then they'd go away. And they'd never come back. Just because you're an angel doesn't mean you have to be a fool." So they slandered my boy. They slandered him. They slandered him to death. God.
G: They did. Yeah. I mean, like, the double-cross, it's unessential. Don't particularly- yeah.
C: Yeah. I don't know what the deal is. This entire-
G: [laughing] Well, I guess if they didn't do the double-cross, Aziraphale really is just helping Hitler. So maybe the double-cross is essential.
C: Well, I'm saying that Captain Rose Montgomery in quotes didn't have to double cross him. I think they're just having.
G: Yeah, but then she would die, and they won't have their romantic moment, because there's another person in there. [both laughing]
C: God. Put her in the Victims of Yaoi Poll. But yeah, this is all played funny. But like, this must hurt. Sorry, Aziraphale. [G laughs] Like, he thought this whole- like, he was probably spending this whole time being like, "I really wish I could do something, but I refuse to take initiative 'cause I'm afraid." And he did a thing, and now this is what the result is. F. He does his whole, like, "You can't kill me. There'll be paperwork!" thing. And then, behind him, he hears sounds of the silliest person in the entire world coming down the aisle towards him coming down the aisle towards him! The aisle of a church! [both laughing] In case we cared about that at all! You know. In case we cared! 'Cause this didn't have to happen in a church! It didn't have to happen in a church. Just gonna say that. So-
G: I mean, it did have to happen in a church, 'cause he needs to see the holy water and the ground thing.
C: Sure. Sure. I guess. I guess.
G: I mean, he didn't have to see the holy water, really. I don't fucking know. None of this ever had to happen. Like, why was this book even written? [both laughing]
C: None of this is even in the book or the Bible. So Crowley's hopping down the aisle towards Aziraphale because this church is consecrated ground. "It's like being at the beach in bare feet!" Aziraphale's quite angry that Crowley's here at first, and Crowley goes like, "I'm stopping you getting into trouble." And then Aziraphale goes, "I should have known. Of course. These people are working for you." Huh? Huh?
G: What do you mean "huh?"?
C: Okay, like, the two interpretations are- I think- The thing is, in Paris, 1793, Aziraphale goes like, "Oh, so all of this is your demonic work. Like, you did the Reign of Terror." And Crowley goes like, "No." So that's why it seems like Aziraphale is saying here that Crowley is working with Nazis? Like, he genuinely thinks that that could be a thing? So okay, that's one interpretation. I think the other one, that like, upon a few rewatches, I would like to believe is what's happening instead is just Aziraphale being like, "Oh, like, this, entire, like, crossing, double-crossing, triple-crossing shit has been like, so theatrical, like, I don't think any of these people are spies or anything. They're just like, actors that you paid to play an extended prank on me." Which, like, I don't know. I don't think- I don't know if that's what he's saying. It's what I would like to believe he's saying because the alternative is quite disturbing to me
So Crowley's like, "What? No, they're just some stupid Nazi spies running around London, blackmailing and murdering people. I just didn't want to see you embarrassed." Which, aww! Like, I know it's also an insult, but like, they have to speak through layers, and it's like, "Aww!" Like, he can't say, "I don't want you to get discorporated because it'll take forever for Heaven to give you a new body or whatever." Like, yeah. She's just there to save his ass. Kleinschmidt goes, "Mr. Anthony J. Crowley. Your fame precedes you." So okay, first off, like, what has he been doing? What is he famous for?
G: What has he been doing?
C: Crowley, what are you famous for? What's happening? I'd like to think that its he's been working against them, and that's why he's famous. But like, it's hard to tell, and we don't know.
G: And he is a demon.
C: Yeah. I mean, I don't think that means that much. But yeah. And then, okay, secondly, advent of the name Anthony, and then I started crying again as soon as the next lines happen, which was- Aziraphale goes, "Anthony?" and Crowley goes, "You don't like it?" And Aziraphale goes, "No, no, I didn't say that. I'll get used to it." And... agh. Ahhh. Okay, wait actually, first, before we get into that, the fucking stage- stage thing is that after someone says, like, "The mysterious Anthony J. Crowley. Your fame precedes you." What the script says is, "Aziraphale is softening. They haven't spoken in a hundred years. He's realizing they are still friends."
G: Oh, good lord. [C lets out several pained laughs]
C: Hi! Hello!
G: So after that breakup, they didn't speak for-
C: They didn't speak for- it was 80 years? Yeah, they didn't speak for 80 years. But like, Crowley had to have been keeping tabs in order to know to be here tonight.
G: Yeah.
C: That's something.
G: But Aziraphale just- I mean, Aziraphale, king of repression for first and foremost, so like, he would very well be like, "I've forgotten about you."
C: Yeah. Also, like, "He's realizing they're still friends." is just like- Like, we know that Aziraphale considers them friends, even if he won't say it out loud yet. But like, it's nice to see that. Like, yeah. [screams] Okay. Anyway. So as soon as, you know, this following exchange happened, I went crazy cuckoo bananas forever and ever. Like, let's just go- Okay, so I went and read the Wikipedia page for the name Anthony, and also like, okay, first off, why do we think he picked that name? Like, I think the immediate response is like, the line he came up with in like, 1601 was from Antony and Cleopatra, so like, you know, maybe that's why he picked it.
G: What other things about the word Anthony did you find?
C: So the thing is in Shakespeare, it's spelled with a T and without the H at first. And in the seventeenth century, the letter H was added into the spelling on the belief that the name derived from the Greek word anthos, meaning flower. So, I mean, that's meaningful to me just 'cause I feel like plants and The Garden are a very important part of Crowley's life. And I also, like, as someone like- since he's someone who went from like, Crawly to Crowley, like, changing one letter and like, redefining that name for himself, I think he would like a name whose spelling has changed over the years to like, redefine the meaning of it also. So I think that that is part of it also.
The Wikipedia page also says that Anthony as a Christian name comes from Saint Anthony the Great, who's like a saint who, apparently his two things are that there's a lot of art of him being tempted, [G laughs] and that he protects people with infectious diseases, especially skin diseases. So yeah. It's like, I don't even have like, reasons. It was just like, more me reading everything about the name Anthony, thinking about a way it could apply to Crowley, and then going like, batshit for an hour.
And then the last thing is that it started off as a family name for a Roman family, and the first one of them claims that the name came from a son of Heracles, which I think is very interesting, given like, the story of like, Heracles being tested by the gods, and also like, being forced to betray and kill his own children. Like, these all feel theologically relevant to Crowley and to religion in Good Omens. So, you know, these are these are the three things that I read about.
G: It very well may be just the way I just chose my name, which is, "Yeah. [both laugh] Gotta have a name!" [both laugh] And you know what? You've gotta have a name.
C: Yeah. And I am also curious about how long he's had it. Like, this is the first time it's come up.
G: Yeah. 'Cause it's been 80 years, yeah.
C: It's been 80 years. It's also possible that he had it before that, for all we know.
G: Yeah, and just never bothered to mention it.
C: Yeah, I mean, given Aziraphale's track record. [G laughs] But like, yeah. I just- I also just think that the act of like, having a first name is like, very like, humancore of him. Or just like, you know, it's something that he chose so that he could like, interact with people more, and it's also just like- I don't- it's such a soft name also, in my opinion. I don't know. I just feel crazy at all times forever and ever. And I do think that he probably did come up with it while they were parted because I like the idea of like, when both of them parted ways, they both had a bit of a self-actualization journey, and both of them hung out with humans more, which would necessitate having a first name, and like, with Aziraphale also involved, learning how to dance, and like, pinning down his clothing style. So yeah. I don't know. It's nice, the ways that they have changed when they are away, and it's also so nice when you are the most transgender demon in the garrison, and I have to kiss you so so bad.
G: Yeah.
C: And then Crowley also like, tips his hat for a second. Very cute. And Aziraphale asks, what does the J stand for? And Crowley goes, "Just a J, really." I mean, we've already discussed "What if it's Juliet?"
G: What if it's Juliet?
C: I feel like the main thing I think about during the "Just a J, really" scene is a footnote in the fic "Mutual Aid" that says, "Crowley liked to imagine that the J carried the same radical, transgender spirit as the P in Marsha P. Johnson's name, but in reality, it was more like the lazy S in Harry S. Truman." Very fun. God. I love trans people so much! [both laugh] I'll move on. I'll move on. But I like that the Crawly to Crowley thing is like, during a time when she was like, clearly, like female-presenting and it felt like a transfem thing, and like, here Anthony J. like, feels like, a transmasc thing, especially 'cause like, in the book, Crowley's really into like, James Bond and all that shit, and I feel like a lot of what he's doing right now in the church is like, him having his James Bond euphoria moments. And like, I don't know. It's so fun that they didn't start with a gender, so they can be trans in every direction. Like, he is transfem and transmasc. Like, good for him. Good for him.
G: You can't see me right now- I mean, the audience can't, but like, I'm smiling so goofily. [C laughs] Like, yeah! He is transgender in every direction! It's so lovely.
C: Yeah. He sees the holy water and sort of gets entranced by it for a second, but then the Nazis decide that they're gonna shoot both of them. And at this Crowley, goes like, "Hey, so like, in a minute, there's gonna be a bomb dropped over this church, and if you run away, you might not die." And the Nazis don't believe him. I guess it's nice that he's giving them a chance to run, but also, like, girl, let it happen.
G: Yeah. And like, they say, like, "Oh, it was supposed to drop at the East End, so you're lying."
C: And he goes, "It would take a real, like, a last-minute demonic intervention to throw them off-course." And then he says, like, "And if a bomb does land here, it would take a real miracle for my friend and I to survive it." [G screams] It's so casual that I didn't even notice it the first two times I rewatched this episode. He'll just say it! He'll just say it! 'Cause they're friends, and he knows that they're friends.
So, you know, the Nazis don't believe him. And then, you know, bomb- the bomb fucking drops. And honestly, this is maybe a risky thing for him to have done 'cause like, he knows they're going to die and go straight to Hell, where they could like, tell a demon, "Hey, do you know how we died? There was like, this fucking guy with sunglasses, and this, like, other guy like, dressed in a white suit thing, and like, they like, redirected the bomb somehow, and they said they were friends." But like, you know, whatever, not a big deal.
So the smoke clears. Somehow, the bomb puts Aziraphale’s hat back on his head. [both laugh] Slay. And Crowley is like, leaning to the side, cleaning off his sunglasses so that we can see his eyes for like, a brief second when Aziraphale goes, "That was very kind of you." And Crowley does like, this smile that makes me insane crazy, and then goes like, "Shut up" as he puts the glasses back on.
G: I want to point out, you can hear [laughs] distant screaming while this scene was happening.
C: Oh, 'cause of the bombs?
G: Yeah, there's literally this deeply romantic moment happening while alive, innocent locals around them are like, buried in rubble or like, running away or whatever. [laughs]
C: Right, so Crowley redirected the bombs to kill the Nazis, but also like, regular people? [G laughs]
G: I mean, there's gotta be people here, right?
C: Yeah, I guess so. I mean, if they were gonna fall on the other end, I guess people would have died anyway, but like- [laughs] Great point. Girl, what?
G: Screaming! Girl. [both laugh] It was very faint, so maybe I'm like, mishearing it or
whatever, but I think it was there.
C: Maybe. Maybe it was just the Nazis? [G laughs] Huh. Okay. What an interesting thing.
G: What's funny is like, it stops pretty much the moment the Disney Princess falling in love music starts because the music drowns it out. [both laughing] Which I think is crazy.
C: I just love that like, the "Shut up" is just so clearly like, fond, and like, with no bite to it at all. After Paris and after we have to see the horrible wall slam, it's nice to finally have a moment where it's like, they're like so caught up in happiness about seeing each other again for the first time in 80 years(!) and being okay, that, like Crowley's not even thinking about Hell, like, for a second.
G: Yeah.
C: Yeah. Aziraphale, he makes a joke about how there's no paperwork to like, calm the situation down a bit. And then, well, you all know this scene. "Oh, the books! Oh, I forgot all the books." And then Crowley wrenches the bag out of a dead Nazi's hand and hands it over to Aziraphale, and goes, "Little demonic miracle of my own."
G: And then- [C screams] the corniest Disney princess falling in love music starts. And it literally is. Like, it sounds like a Disney princess falling in love music.
C: Uh-huh. Uh-huh. It's just so clearly- yeah. And like, Crowley just walks off without looking back, and Aziraphale just stands there, like, stunned.
G: Specifically, Crowley goes, "Lift home?" And like, so they they drove together after this. [laughs] Through the rubble in which people are stuck in and dying. [laughing]
C: Yeah. Jesus. They suck so bad. [G laughs] Tthey don't give a shit.
G: They don't give a single shit.
C: Yeah. Aziraphale stands there, stunned, as the fucking Disney princess falling in love music plays, and he looks after Crowley with this, like, sick, hopeful, I would even say, kind of look.
G: I would say beatific look. [C laughs]
C: Yeah. Yeah.
G: Do you get that reference?
C: Of course I get that fucking reference. [G laughs] No one should think about it.
G: It literally is a beatific look, though. I'm being fucking for real.
C: Yeah. And Michael Sheen has stated that he plays this as the moment Aziraphale either fell in love or realized that he had fallen in love with Crowley. Well. That sure was a fucking scene.
G: I want to point out that- so I watched the YouTube clip of this several times, repeatedly. And I took a look at the comments, and one was, "Saving the books was sweet, but walking on scalding, consecrated ground to save Aziraphale paperwork. Now, that's friendship." [both laugh] And I felt so strongly opposed to this idea. So strongly opposed. Because, like, the saving him in the church, it's like-
C: A generic thing.
G: It's nice. But also, if Aziraphale was any other being that Crowley is trying to save, this is what he’d do, you know? He would do this. But it's the book that screams personalization. The saving is nice, but saving the box is like, Crowley screaming, "I know you! This is for you! Like, I'm doing this specifically for you!" And I like that so much. Like, I've said this to you, but the music, even. The music when he enters is like, "Haha! It's so funny! Look at him tippy-toeing!" And then, as the bomb falls, nothing. There's no music. And then the book music is like, "Hey, guys, look at this. Like, this is love in all the ways that we know it and some that we don't." [C makes pained sounds] Like, it's so deeply, deeply, deeply romantic, it's crazy
C: Yeah. Yeah. They're in wuv.
G: They're in wuv.
C: I have one last thing, which is that- Did you notice the, like, bird statue in the church, like, the big ol' stone eagle?
G: No. But what's with it?
C: It's a set piece. It's behind the Nazis when they talk. When the bomb explodes, it is a little bit on fire and behind Aziraphale, for, like, you know, the good ol' wing motif. The idea that his wings are burning as falls in love sure is a thing.
G: Okay, slay.
C: And secondly, that statue is in Crowley's flat. It is in his apartment. In Episode 2 at minute 3:01, you can see it right next to his television. It is the same one. And if he's leaving right now to give Aziraphale a ride, it means that, like, sometime during the night, he was filled with such sick longing that he went back to to the church and like, fished that out as a souvenir and put it in his fucking flat. So.
G: What if they are in love in all the ways that we know it and some that we don't? Have we considered that?
C: What if? What if?
G: What if? [C screams]
C: Yeah. Also, while I was doing my rewatch to find the right timestamp for the set piece, I also- There's a statue that's like, behind Crowley during the plant scene that's like, two angels or perhaps an angel and a demon wrestling, and like, shirtless. [G laughs]
G: Good for him.
C: And fucking Neil Gaiman posted about it on Instagram. Like, he said he was talking to the set designer, and they were like, "Oh, it's a statue of like, evil triumphing over good, like, they're wrestling." And Neil said, "Are you sure they're wrestling?"
G: Slay.
C: So slay.
G: Okay. It's been two hours, I think. But let's go on to the last scene of this flashback sequence.
C: Let us.
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G: We are in Soho, 1967, and we open the scene with like, a very nice like, psychedelic pop, as the subtitles called it, electric guitar music to signal that we are in the modern era with modern music. And I'm so bitter because I tried to look for this song in the Spotify soundtrack. It's not there.
C: Oh, would it be on Tunefind, then?
G: No, I mean, it's the theme, but it's psychedelic pop electric guitar. And there's like, a song in the album that's like, guitar-ish, and it's what plays at the end of the episodes, I think, except for this one, 'cause in this one they played this version. But like, that one is different. It's more like, a heavy rock guitar, not like [sings theme in style], like, you know. And I'm very bitter and very sad, but anyway.
C: Something about this scene is that it's the first Crowley POV in the entire flashback sequence.
G: Oh, yeah. Oof. It is.
C: And, it just feels like as soon as Aziraphale realizes he's in love, he's like, "I can't be telling this story anymore. It's too dangerous." or something. It feels like that. And it's also just it's also just such a moment of like, you come back to Crowley POV, and you're like, she doesn't know. Like, maybe she knows, but like, she doesn't know. Like, she doesn't know that this is the story of them that Aziraphale has in his head. Yeah. Anyway. Back to heist.
G: Oh my god. Oh my god. [laughs] Anyway, back to the heist. So Crowley is sitting in this like, secluded booth in a restaurant with two people-
C: And controversial hair.
G: I love this. I love this hair.
C: I think the first time I watched it, I was like, "Eugh. That's not right," but like, upon rewatch, it's fun.
G: It is right.
C: And she's wearing like, a fun little black turtleneck. It's great.
G: Hell yeah. A guy enters the booth, and we realize that this guy is Shadwell, but like, in '67, so much younger. And if you're like me and you don't recognize the name Shadwell at all, it's the witchhunter, like, Newton's boss.
C: Wait, when did you realize that? So you didn't know?
G: Yeah, I didn't. I realized it when- you know what's so funny? 'Cause when later, Shadwell was like, "Oh, and we have a Witchfinders Army," like, still in '67, I was like, "Oh, this is like, related to the witch hunter." [both laugh] I didn't realize it was him. I only realized it later when old Shadwell tells Crowley, like, "You look like your dad." And I was like, "Ohh! Okay." So, yeah.
C: Well, remember last episode when you were like, "I'm so intrigued about these human agents that they supposedly had. What did Crowley mean by 'They're not sophisticated politically'?" Well, here's your answer.
G: No, it's so funny to me. They literally are not sophisticated politically, you guys.
C: Both of them are getting scammed to hell and back by the same guy.
G: [laughs] Yeah. So with these three people, we realize that Crowley is setting up a heist in a church, and he doesn't say what the thing they're heisting is yet, so. But, you know, we know it's the holy water.
C: Aziraphale literally saved him from getting embarrassed. Imagine like, these people have $200, like, down in their pockets, and she's like, "Oh, yeah, just like, go over to that fountain and scoop something in a cup for me. Thanks."
G: So when Crowley heads out, Shadwell stops him and tells him like, "Oh, I'm- as I've said earlier, I'm Lance Corporal of an enormous secret army that battles the forces of witchery." And Crowley is like, "Oh, yeah, okay." And Shadwell goes, "It's the Witchfinder Army. Perhaps you've heard of it." And the thing is, throughout this entire scene, Crowley has been speaking in a different way than he usually does. 'Cause throughout history, and now, in recent times, like, he usually like, slurs his words, or like, stutters and like, makes you think that he's finding it hard to find the word in his head. He like, repeats syllables, you know? But in this scene, he has spoken straight. Like, he's spoken with much exuding of confidence, and like, it's obvious he's trying to command the room and all that crap. But the moment Shadwell was like, "Oh, yeah, I have this secret thing, and now I'm just saying it to you like, willy-nilly," he loses his cadence, and he goes, "Wh- wh- I thought you said it was a secret." And I just think that's like, a wonderful acting choice that like [C laughs], he's like, so taken aback that this guy's just telling him things that he's like, "What?" Yeah. I think it's wonderful
C: If we go back to the heist scene for a second there, like, two very unimportant things. One, I love how Crowley pronounces, like, "schtum," like, when he's like, explaining the last $100. It's so cute. And secondly, Shadwell is asking like, "Hey, is there any witchcraft involved in like, this whole thing?" And he asks, like, "You yourself are not a witch, warlock, or someone who calls your cat funny names, right?" And Crowley goes, "Not a witch. Don't have any pets." So he's skipping the warlock part of the question, which I think is fun, because it's either like, he's like, lying by omission, because, like, currently, if he is male-presenting, like, he is a warlock 'cause he does use magic, or it's like, if she currently feels more girl mode, then it's like, "The warlock question isn't even applicable to me right now." It feels transgender. It's fun.
G: Yeah! Anyway, Shadwell offers the services of the army to Crowley, and then I realized that Crowley's people are, you know, this guy and the army. His not-so-sophisticated, politically-speaking people. So when all that's done, he walks to the Bantley, and as he enters, Aziraphale appears there in the passenger seat.
C: Yeah. He couldn't just walk? He literally lives here.
G: The thing is, this scene starts off with Crowley being a bit antagonistic. Like, not antagonistic, I guess, but like, he's like, "Oh, what are you doing here?" Like, that, you know. And Aziraphale tells him that like, "Oh, I live here in Soho. I work here. And I've heard things, and I've heard that you're planning to rob a church."
C: This does beg the question, why did Crowley set up the heist in Soho?
G: You think he's asking for Aziraphale's attention?
C: I don't know. Because it doesn't feel like it.
G: I don't think so.
C: Aziraphale showing up, Crowley has no sense of like, "I did it. It worked" in her, so like, I don't think so. But it could have been like, subconscious or something.
G: Where does Crowley live? Where is his flat?
C: Mayfair?
G: Where the hell is that?
C: I don't know. Let's go on Google fucking maps. I mean, everything in England is like, two hours' drive away from each other, like, max.
G: It's an eight minute situation. It's very near each other.
C: [laughs] It's an eight-minute drive? Oh, yeah, I'm getting a five-minute drive, 13-minute walk. [both laugh]
G: Literally, he can walk there. I love that.
C: That's so nice.
G: So maybe he was just like, "Let's go over to the other town. Why not?"
C: Yeah. I think Soho is more of like- right, you said it was like, more of like, a red light district or whatever at one time? So yeah, I guess it'd be easier to find someone to do a heist for you there.
G: Yeah. Well, anyway, Aziraphale tells him like, "Oh, it's too dangerous." And Crowley's like, "Yeah, you told me that 105 or so years ago, and I didn't change my mind." And Aziraphale's like, "Yeah, I've not changed my mind, but I can't let you do this. Like, I can't have you risk your life in this way."
C: Specifically, he says earlier, like, "Holy water won't just kill your body. It will destroy you completely," which is the exact same sentence structure as 1601, where he tells Crowley, "Hell won't just be angry. They'll destroy you." which yeah, yeah. Something to think about!
G: He hands Crowley this thermos of holy water so Crowley doesn't have to rob the church anymore. And Crowley like, looks at this and goes like, "Wow. After everything you've said to me?" and Aziraphale's like, "Yeah." So he puts the thermos down, turns to Aziraphale, and goes, "Should I say thank you?" And Aziraphale is like, sitting so nervously on the seat, and he goes, "Better not." And Crowley asks, "Can I drop you anywhere?" [C screams] And Aziraphale goes, "No, thank you."
C: Ah, it's just about like, Crowley can't say thank you, so like, "Here's a service that I can provide instead of saying thank you," and then Aziraphale rejects it with a voiced "thank you" 'cause they're back in a safe zone where they can say things in real words again. And it's so much! It's a lot.
G: Yeah.
C: Also, I love that the thermos is like, tartan, 'cause like, that's Aziraphale's whole like, visual motif thing. I'm like, curious about if this is something that he had that he like, brought over, or if, like, he bought one specifically that was like, customized or something. Do you know what I mean? Where did it come from?
G: Yeah. I mean, to be fair, every thermos that my grandmother [C laughs] is also like this. So I think maybe it's just of the era.
C: Yeah, perhaps so.
G: Crowley is still looking at Aziraphale, and Aziraphale looks at him and goes, "Oh, don't look so disappointed. [C screams] Perhaps one day we can... I don't know. Go for a picnic. Dine at the Ritz?" [C screams] And Crowley, in the softest voice he has ever put on this entire time, goes, "I'll give you a lift. Anywhere you want to go." [C screams] And Aziraphale just looks at him and says, "You go too fast for me, Crowley." And then he leaves. [C screaming] Is anyone else seeing this? Anyone else here? [C makes pained sound]
C: Who up throwing up and screaming and crying and sobbing? I.
G: I mean, what you said, of like, "Should I say thank you?" and it's like, "No," and then, "Can I drop you anywhere?" And it's like, he's extending this hand of gratitude and affection, you know, or whatever. And Aziraphale goes, "No." to both. Don't say thank you, don't drop me off. And the next thing Crowley says is like, basically, it's like, "To make it clear, I am willing to do it. Like, I will give you a lift, and I will do things for you," and like, it literally is like, "You did this thing for me, 'cause, you know, you do things for me. And I will do things for you." And Aziraphale basically just goes, "Well, don't." And it makes me- [laughs]
C: Yeah. Yeah.
G: It makes me so upset. And also, after saying, "No, thank you." like, Aziraphale could have just left. He could have just left. Like, that was the end of the conversation, pretty much. But like, he didn't. And you can see in the way he's acting, the way he's holding himself, he's glancing over and over again, he had to explain himself, because this is- like, he has thought about this. He wanted to say it. Like, he wanted to say this specific thing. It's a confession in a way, right? It's like-
C: You can only reject a thing if the thing is already there. Like, this is a "Yes, there is something between us" moment.
G: Yeah, like, it's a confession of like, "I will do this thing because, you know, I care about you" and etc. God, [laughing] I can't even say like, "I love you" in Aziraphale voice because it's like, it's too much! It literally is, though. But like, it's also a rejection in the "You go too fast for me." And like, it's a rejection, for now. I mean, the way it's, you know, said, it's like, "Perhaps one day." But also, it's not a promise. Like, "perhaps one day" is not "definitely one day." It's "It may happen, and it may not, but not right now."
C: Yeah. You said to me once- you were like, "It suddenly hit me that like, they really are immortal, and 'perhaps one day' means-" like, they can always have hope because, like, there will always be days that like, maybe something can change, and perhaps one day we can be together that way. And then, like, Armageddon hits, and it's like, "Oh. Those days are fucking limited. And we can't. Ever."
G: Yeah. Yeah.
C: And there's also the fact that they do fucking dine at the Ritz! They dine at the fucking Ritz in Episode 1. They dine at the Ritz in a way that implies that they've done it before. And like, god. First off, like, hilarious moment when Aziraphale first invites Crowley to the Ritz, and Crowley's like, “Holy shit, it’s happening. I can finally fuck that fussy old boulder,” [both laugh] and then nothing happens. Oh, for context, there is a fic called-
G: [laughs] That fussy old boulder, yeah.
C: Let me find the name of the fic because I don't remember the name of the fic. The fic is by spocklee on AO3, s-p-o-c-k-l-e-e. Okay, the fic is called "a German song famously covered by 21 year old Wayne Newton in 1963," and it has the line, "Didn't Sisyphus ever win? Didn't he ever get to fuck that fussy old boulder or what?" from Crowley's point of view, and it's just been running on a loop through my brain, or like, I've been running on a loop through that line, for, like, the last week after reading it, 'cause it's so fucking funny, and like, every time something, like, crazy sexual tension happens this episode, I do think, like, "When will he get to fuck that fussy old boulder?"
C: What do you think the "you go too fast for me" means? Like, what is he trying to say? And also, what do you think Crowley got from it? Like, what do you think he think of it? 'Cause there is the aspect of like, "Let's slow down," you know. But there's also the whole, like, "You are fundamentally too fast for me. It's never gonna change." And I do wonder, like, how they meant it and how they absorbed it, both of them.
C: Yeah. I mean, it's hard to- because, like, Aziraphale looks so, like, despairing when he says it. Like, it's not just like a "Let's have a nice communication about pace in our relationship" sort of look. It's like a- I don't- I mean, but there is the "perhaps one day," and it's hard for me to know how much he even means the "perhaps one day," either. Like, the tone, is very like, "This is just wishful thinking, but I want it, but we can never, ever, ever have it" is like, the vibe that I get from, just like, how fucking depressed both of them look at this conversation. But like, I don't know what he meant. I think it was just like, I don't even know if he knew what he meant. I think it was just that like- 'Cause you said that you thought that this was something he'd sort of like, thought through and wanted to say for a while. I don't know if I really got that vibe from him. I feel like he was just like, in a moment of like, complete and abject misery.
Like, okay, first of all, he just gave Crowley the thing that he thinks is a suicide pill, right? Like, that colors the scene immensely. Like, this is like, a moment when he's like, "I have just given her the tools by which she can leave forever."
G: Destroy herself, yeah.
C: Like, that's part of it. He's like, upset about that. And it's like, "Our time is even more limited than I thought it was, because before, I thought it was forever, but like, now it might not be. And also, I'm just like, so abjectly miserable right now, and you are like, here and offering me something, and I just can't do it. I just can't do it. Like, I'm not even thinking about the future. I just in this moment am so sad." is sorta just the vibe I got.
G: When I said that, like, he had to explain himself, I think it's less of like, he thought about saying it. I meant like, he thought about this. Like, it's in his head. I do agree with you that like, it's kind of like, a spur of the moment situation. Like, he wanted to say it, but he didn't like, go in thinking, "I will say it." But him staying there and being like, "I'll stay here after the 'no, thank you.'" Like, that hesitation comes from like, "But there's gotta be more, right?" you know? Like, that feeling. "I have to say more, right? I have to make clear. I have to explain myself."
C: Yeah. Yeah. As for what Crowley got out of it, I know what book Crowley would have gotten out of it because book Crowley is an optimist. I don't think show Crowley is an optimist, but I think there would be a moment of like, "Shit. Like, it isn't just me. Holy shit." which-
G: I don't think it happens here.
C: Hm. Okay. We can discuss that. [G laughs] But I think that- I don't know. It is like, the same thing as it's always been. It's just like, that, like, they said it out loud a little bit more than they usually do, but not even that much either. So I feel like there's the moment of like, "Okay, I wasn't just imagining things," and then the like, "But it doesn't change a single fucking thing, does it?" So I think this is where the four questions-
G: [laughs] Yeah, sure. Let's fucking go through the four questions. Me and Crystal-
C: Grey and I independently, while we were rewatching this sequence, were like, "There are four specific questions that we have to ask each of these characters separately." And they are-
G: And then we sent it to each other like, at this same- [laughs] like, literally same, like, within five seconds of each other, we listed out these four questions.
C: We didn't even say there are four questions first. It's just like, we both knew what we wanted to say. And the four questions are: When did you fall in love? When did you know that you were in love? When did you know that the other person was in love with you? And when did you know that the other person knew that they were in love with you? [G laughs]
G: What is this? Let's not- it's too complicated to get it in here, all. So maybe one day-
C: Mm-hm. Perhaps one day. [laughs]
G: Perhaps one day, we can dine at the Ritz. Or make a special episode where we discuss all this shit. But- 'cause the thing is, I don't think I have enough of the picture yet. Like, it's still a big story. So maybe this could be a question reserved for after we finish Season 2.
C: Sure. But you think that all of these timestamps have happened before the present day, at least, right? Or have they not?
G: I think the falling in love and realizing the love for Crowley has happened.
C: Oh, absolutely.
G: For Crowley, "When did you realize that Aziraphale is in love," probably betwixt '41 and '67, right?
C: Between, you think. So you think it happened before this?
G: Yeah. I don't think necessarily it happened before, but I think it may well have happened before. And Crowley thinking that Aziraphale knows that Aziraphale is- has feelings. [laughing] What is it with me? Did you notice that? I was saying like, "When did Crowley realize that Aziraphale blah blah blah," and when it was, Aziraphale, saying that Aziraphale is in love, I stopped myself, and went, "Has feelings?" [both laughing] I'm in too deep! I'm in too fucking deep.
C: I mean, it really is, like. Yeah. Yeah.
G: Yeah. I don't think he's known it yet. For Crowley. I don't think he knows it yet.
C: Yeah, I think I go back and forth on that one. But yeah.
G: You agree with me generally?
C: I think I agree that he realized that the feelings were returned after '41. I mean, honestly, it could have been earlier. Like, Aziraphale didn't know he was in love, but he has been in love.
G: It well may be.
C: It well may be. [makes pained sounds]
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G: For this general section, I have a thought that I want to share, and it's about the fact that there is no God narration in the entire scenes of the past. Like, we hear God at the beginning asking, but that's not a God narration. That's just God is part of the story, and God is there. But the fact that this is the only part so far in the story that doesn't have God saying anything, like, it made me think, like, "Why? Was God not here? Did she not take any interest?" Like, God narrates Aziraphale and Crowley's story now because the apocalypse is happening, and they’re central to it. The fact that She doesn't bother to narrate this history juju parts is that 1) It makes it seem like She wasn’t looking at all this. Like, She doesn’t give a shit. And 2) it makes the show, at least to this point in the story, very explicitly not about Aziraphale and Crowley’s feelings for each other or relationship. The scenes we see that are related to the plot and narrated by God and all that are the scenes that are relevant to God. And these aren't. So it makes you go, "Oh. So what are we not privy to? Like, what are we not seeing?" And the answer is these moments. You know, it's moments of connection. Moments where either the sole or most prevalent importance is to show us their connection. And like, the fact that God, here, doesn’t care to tell this story is so stark in comparison to Supernatural, which- in Supernatural, for example, it deals with the God question in a "God is completely obsessed with our main characters, sees them all the time, knowledgeable of their every move," all that. But like, not here. In here, God just doesn't care to tell this part of the story. And there's this song by The Mountain Goats [C laughs] called "Jenny"-
C: Yup.
G: - and there’s a lyric that goes, "We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn't have his eyes on.'' And the thing about Crowley and Aziraphale is, this was true. God didn't have Her eyes on them for a long time. [laughs] This is so earnest! This is so earnest! But I hope by the end of this season, it gets to be true again, and I hope that this time, they realize that God isn't looking, and that that's a good thing, and that they're able to savor it.
C: [teary laugh] I'm like, tearing up?
G: Great! [both laughing] I hope I die. God, it's so earnest. What is wrong with me? Well, it is what it is.
C: Yeah. It really is what it is. I guess from my perspective, it's like, I know that none of this was in the book, so like, there wouldn't be narration because the narration is just lines from the book, but like, I love the way that making the narrator God and adding scenes like this in makes that interpretation that you said very viable. It's a good time. And I guess, as someone who's like, "This isn't in the book," my thoughts around the flashback sequence is more just like, "I wonder why this is here in this episode. Like, what purpose does it lend to the present day plot for us to know that this is their history?" And like, it can't just be to make Aziraphale look so bad. [laughs] Like, that can't be all of it. But it is like, my automatic emotional response as a Crowley guy. What do you think this adds to like, the later scenes?
G: I don't know. I don't know. 'Cause like, it really does feel like, just, "This is who they are." You know? It's like, it doesn't- when we get to it, we will talk about it further, but I do not understand Aziraphale later. What is he doing?
C: Okay, you know what, I was basically banking on you being an Aziraphale understander and like, being able to explain what the fuck is happening at the bandstand to me, but, like, clearly, neither of us know! What was that? [both laugh]
G: What's going on inside of his mind? I don't know. Like, why is he so desperate now to be on Heaven's side? Like, what is it? [both]` I don't know.
C: Okay, well, we're gonna have to have a very confused discussion then. But yeah, okay, I don't- Maybe another way to put it is like, if, like, you had up to three takeaways from the flashbacks, like, what would they be?
G: One is- Well, prior to this, I don't think I knew about the arrangement.
C: They mentioned it in Episode 1, but you weren't paying as much attention in Episode 1.
G: That's true. IDGAF back then, but now I GAF so hard and so raw. [C laughs] I don't know. What do I take away from this? They're in love?
C: Yeah. [laughs] They are in love.
G: I woke up shaking three hours into my sleep because they're so in love it's unreal? What is your takeaway? You answer it first.
C: Okay, I think my takeaway is first, just like, a continued thing of like, "Here's their history where Aziraphale won't say things out loud. Crowley also won't say things out loud, but like, in a way that covers up that he won't say things out loud." And like, he's always the one who's like there to say the thing that Aziraphale won't say or to like, get him to do like, something that he wants to do but like, can't do himself, and that's also what Aziraphale's there for. Like, both of them like, generally know what the other person wants, and then allows them to do it. I think it's that like, I think- Aziraphale's fear for their safety. I mean, both of them's fear for their safety, but especially Aziraphale's fear for their safety is like, really expanded upon here. And like, we see how, throughout time, they would have to like, meet secretively and like, all that shit. So I feel like that gives their collaboration more weight in terms of the risk.
G: Oh. I've realized- I've realized my takeaway.
C: Okay. Great.
G: They broke up before, and they're breaking up now, but they'll be fine. I think that's a takeaway. Honestly, that's my takeaway.
C: I think that's also a thing. I think that St. James's Park was like, a "Yeah like, they've done this before." Like, they fight about things, and they don't really communicate afterwards, but they do come back together in some way.
G: Except now there's a deadline because end of the world and whatnot.
C: Crowley always saving Aziraphale also feels like a takeaway. Also, totally new thing that they added to the show. I feel like they're like- I know this isn't about making Aziraphale look bad, but a lot of it does feel like it's making Aziraphale look bad because it's like, a lot of like, "Crowley knows better" sort of scenes. Like, it could have been like, a rescue and then a rescue the other way around, but it wasn't.
G: I think that's actually very important to me that it's Crowley who's always showing up for Aziraphale. So when the last scene happens, it's like, "Oh. Okay." Do you know what I mean?
C: Hmm. In what way?
G: [laughs] So you don't know what I mean. This is so sad. Well, I think it makes it more like, all this time, Crowley has been saving Aziraphale and all that and all that, and it's always shown to be like, something you can brush off. Something that's like, "Oh, it's not a big deal" to Crowley, at least. But most of them are big deals to Aziraphale. And specifically, Aziraphale always either refusing or attempting to refuse, like, in, you know, 1601, like, he's like, "No, no no no. Okay, fine." Like, that attitude makes it that when he does eventually go, "Okay. I'll do it." like, that makes it more like, a realization for Crowley, that like, it is a big deal, and yet he's doing it because- something. [laughs]
C: Yeah. I feel like all the loud, flashy, acts of service are Crowley like, rescuing Aziraphale, but it ends with Aziraphale doing something for Crowley, like, giving her the holy water. And that's like, we don't really understand the details of that. But that's like, clearly a big deal because it's like, something that Aziraphale could get into a lot of trouble for, and that, like, Crowley wouldn't even be able to say out loud in the park, where they have all their secret meetings. Like, it is like way more taboo than like, maybe anything else that like, they've ever done. So like, I feel like that is like a- I think they could have framed it a little better to make that clearer. But, like, that is the like, moment of like, Aziraphale doing his part or whatever the fuck. And also, like, they're allowed to show their love in different ways, also.
G: Yeah.
C: Like, Aziraphale agreeing to the Arrangement is like, a big deal, as you said. Everything that he agrees to, like, when Crowley convinces him to do it is a big deal. Like, that is a huge act of love and trust on Aziraphale's part. So, yeah, Yeah. They're so in love, it's unreal!
G: In all the ways that we know it, and some that we don't.
C: Uh-huh.
G: Okay, so that's it for the first part of the episode. So what we're going to do is we're going to cut this podcast into a Part 1, Part 2. So we'll have 3.1 releasing today and then 3.2 four days from now? I don't know.
C: Yeah. Something like that.
G: It's gonna be there. It's not gonna be a the next week situation 'cause we want- Well, I want to watch [laughs] Good Omens already, so I'm not gonna wait a week for that. So yeah! Follow us on social media! We interact through the account set up for our Supernatural commentary podcast, Busty Asian Beauties. So we are on Tumblr at bustyasianbeautiespod.tumblr.com. And email us at [email protected]. Please do it. Please talk to us. 'Cause, yeah, as you can see, we have a lot to say. [laughs]
C: Yeah. And if you have other interpretations or other takeaways for the flashbacks and all that, would love to hear them genuinely. Yeah. Thanks to everyone who’s donated to our Ko-Fi at ko-fi.com/bustyasianbeautiespod! See you guys next time! [both] Bye!
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[C screams]
G: Shall we start?
C: I mean, sure, let's start. [laughing] Yeah.
G: [laughing] I'm losing it.
C: What? Yeah, I- This is either gonna be the worst or the best episode of a podcast we've ever recorded, because, like, we care so deeply-
G: I care so much!
C: - but also, we're bonkers to the fucking wall. Like, I'm having a nervous breakdown. I'm gonna start eating wallpaper. Okay.
G: [laughing] I dreamt about them constantly [both laughing] this week. It's crazy.
C: Do you wanna drop the timeloop dream, or do you wanna keep that to write? [G laughs]
G: Well, we can add this section at the end, you know, like, as a- But like, I had this timeloop dream, like, immediately after- As in, like I said, I watched it on Sunday. 3-5AM, I had this dream. It was so vivid in my mind that when I woke up, like, you know you have a tendency to be like, "Is that a dream or a memory?" And like, I was just like, "It just happened, I guess, in the show." [laughs] But the dream was that Aziraphale keeps- they're stuck in a timeloop, and Aziraphale keeps getting into trouble-
C: In 1941.
G: Yeah, in the 1941 with the Nazi spies. And then, like, Crowley would, every single night, have to redirect the bomb somewhere else [laughs] so to save Aziraphale's ass. Which like, I mean, the concept is good, actually. Like, that's a good concept for something.
C: I agree.
G: But like, I literally woke up, and I was like, shaking and everything. And then I rewatched the episode, and I was like, "That didn't fucking happen." [C laughs]
C: Yeah. Yeah.
G: That's literally not what happened!
C: It's not what happened.
G: But the brain is an imaginative thing.
C: I mean, it could have been what happened.
G: It could have been.
C: We just saw the last iteration of the timeloop.
G: Yeah.
C: Yep.
G: [sighs] Let's start.
C: Yeah, okay. Let's start. Wait [laughing], okay, I have to breathe. [both laughing]
G: Let us go, baby
C: Okay.
G: Also-
C: Yeah?
G: This is like, the first episode in our history of podcasting that I have put in this amount of effort pre-recording. Like, I have 11 pages of notes, [laughing] which is crazy.
C: I have 22 pages of notes if anyone's counting. But, yeah, no, my entire Good Omens notes document is 43 pages long [G laughing] for these three episodes, and pages 21-43 are this episode.
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C: I wanted to tell a really long unrelated anecdote here, but I don't know if I want to anymore, so I guess we can move on, maybe.
G: You can if you like, but okay. It's okay.
C: Okay. No, you know what? You know what? I'll do it. I'm brave and strong. Why am I saying it like that? It's not even an anything anecdote. Okay, so the thing about like, this is that it means that for the last 500 years, Aziraphale's thinking about Crowley with the wrong name. You know what I mean?
G: Yeah.
C: It's not like, just a slip of the tongue sort of thing. Like, it means that like, when he corrected himself in Rome, it was like, that was like, the first time in 8 years he'd thought of Crowley with the right name, and here, it's like, "Wow, for 500 years, he just got it wrong." And like, an opposite story in my life is, okay, so like, I told Danica that, like, my pronouns were changing to they/them in like, high school at some point, right? And then, our situations are such that, like, we really only hang out one-on-one, so there's never-
G: Another person, yeah.
C: - a time when she would have to use my pronouns, right?
G: To refer to you in third, yeah.
C: Yeah. So we spend like, two years like that, and like, the whole time, it's like, good, but like, I guess I am thinking like, "Well, like, when I'm not here, does she get it right? Is she thinking about me correctly? Or like, am I always going to be her girl best friend from sixth grade?" And then like, okay, so like, first, like, okay, someone getting your pronouns right is like, a sign, potentially that they are viewing you correctly in their brain, but it could also just mean that they have a really great, like, brain-to-mouth filter, and that each time, like, while you're there, they're like, on alert, or whatever, so they can translate in the moment, but they're still thinking of you wrong, right? So I was like, "Okay, like, I guess I'll probably just never know." But luckily I did end up knowing, and how I ended up knowing is that the first time I hung out with Danica in a group, which was like, two years after the new pronouns, it was also like, a few days after another friend of ours had recently come out and changed his name and pronouns. So like, we were all together in a group. And sorry to our other friend, but Danica got all my pronouns right, and then fucked up on his name and pronouns a few times, so that was like, simultaneously like a [G laughing] "So she doesn't have a good brain-to-mouth filter, and she is getting my pronouns right," so as a result [both laughing], yeah, I win. I did it. I'm correct in her brain. Hell yeah!
G: God.
C: And again, really sorry to that other guy. Like, she corrected herself, and like, we're good now, obviously, but like, [laughing] it made me really, really happy. And you know what? Aziraphale, do better.
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