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SMG34: The Rot (a fic by yours truly)

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summary: 3 gets told to come and investigate this thing called "The Rot" in a forest, so him, 4, Meggy, Mario and Boopkins (surprisingly) set out to check it out, although things get a little odd as the Rot's influence gets to our favourite man. Sure wonder what'll happen to him!

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3 wasn’t happy he got roped into this. However he owed this one… he owed this one to Meggy. He hated how the closer he became to 4’s crew they only seemed to able to collect more firt on him. Although he didn't know how she could get her hands on his online activity on such forums, he thought he was better this time at covering his tracks…At least he wasn’t alone, a few others came along, like 4, Boopkins and Mario.

It was… a hike. Through the forest. Meggy had seen strange sightings and wanted to bring along others as well. This worried 3 because he really really didn’t want to break his streaming streak. He had been doing so well, having a schedule and everything and of course as soons as he got on track, someone had to come in and ruin it. This always happened so it didn’t surprise him too much but he was mad about it either way.”

However, Meggy agreed with him that he could stream this, it would be especially cool if they were to find something interesting, as if they were ghost hunters. At least something 3 can look forward to. Things that could make his streaming careers more successful always had an easier time persuading him. And he knew that, he wasn’t happy about it, but it was just a fact of life. Just like how he knew how close he grew to 4. It was hard to deny, he really cared about him. Though sometimes, scratch that, just about all the time, he made it really hard to do so. He didn’t remember a prolonged peaceful time with him. Something always has to happen, with the tension they developed over the years. But honestly, who could blame them for that?

Something that Meggy forgot to do among all things she should’ve done, was ask the others if they’re okay with the livestream. It’s really not the greatest thing to argue about on live.

“I don’t wanna have the pressure of invisible eyes on me while I don’t even know what I’m facing!” 4 whined, he looked a bit scared.

“Finally, I can add more to my smg4 fail compilation, you better not disappoint” 3 giggled, making 4 groan.

“It’s not funny, you know! Also I'm just as capable to embarrass you as well! I know what you are”

“Oh, you bastard? Are you threatening me? Right in front of my viewers?? I’ll get you cancelled on Twitter for this one!”

“Not Twitter, god no, though I bet they would like some things I have a hold of myself, like that search query you did concerning-” 4 smirked at 3, seemingly the 2 were just about to fight before Meggy pulled them apart.

“Okay, guys, that’s enough! Let’s get going”

“Oooooh” Mario pouted, putting down the popcorn he pulled out of nowhere. He loved to watch his guardians fight for such low stakes. There was something special about the ones making him dance like a clown dance for him on their own volition.

“So what are we looking at anyways?” Boopkins asked, looking scared.

“I… can’t say. I think you have to see it yourself to believe it. Although I just like to call it the rot.”

“Th… The rot?” my guy was shaking. Boopkins, what the hell, you just got here.

“Why are you here anyways? No naptime for you?” Mario teased him.

“Umm no… I just wanna try and get braver! So I can be there for my friends even more!”

“Aww, yea yea now let’s get going!” Meggy truly had enough with the banter. But would it be a real live stream if it started smoothly?

They started walking, with Mario and Meggy in the lead, with Boopkins not too far behind them. However 3 and 4 were at the back, not much further but they definitely weren’t as close to Boopkins as he was to Mario and Meggy.

3 turned his camera at 4 which made him frown.

“What, am I that interesting? Am I getting views for you?” 4 whined sarcastically, he didn’t feel like being on a stream right now. Especially since this expedition pulled him away from meme creation. As in his one and true love!

“Well, you might! Just do something embarrassing, that’d definitely work!”

“Like what, tell them about when we were younger I busted you in the toilets with-” 4 got slapped before he could answer.

3 wasn’t having any of it.

“Very mature of you to bring up the past, really, classic SMG4”

“At least I didn’t like, I don’t know, try to kill people”

“Don’t you have a body count higher than zero?”

“You… can’t prove that. Besides I bet you killed more!”

“And that’s in the past, you know? Besides, being an ex villain makes me hotter, just ask my fans”

4 looked so done with 3, especially after he showed his chat filled with overflowing thirsty support for his post villain self. 3 loved the reaction, it was like warming him up from the inside. Although he would like it better if his charisma was more appreciated by his guardian partner.

“Aaah yes, so hot twitch streamer, Super Meme Guardian 3, I could never compare”

3 laughed and looked at his chat then frowned. This surprised 4 a bit, especially since 3 decided to face his camera ahead again, to record where they’re actually walking. 3 sighed, which held 4’s attention longer than it should have.

“What’s up?” 4 asked quietly.

“Not much… just a cringe comment I didn’t like” 3 basically brushed him off. It seemed he didn’t want to go into it so 4 left him to it. It had been hard, but 4 had been trying to pay attention to when he needed to stop. He had been getting to a point where he could tell that he shouldn’t bother 3 further. It became mildly easy as he noticed how much of an open book 3 is. Just push the correct buttons and you get him all wrapped within your grasp. Like to do your bidding and stuff. 4 considered 3 a great ally and he used him a lot as well. Although he still cared about him a lot. Sometimes he wondered if 3 realised that. He just didn’t really know how to be affectionate towards 3. Whenever he tried to be serious about it, it kind of fell apart. Wanting to be kind towards him in hard situations, like when they were stuck in the elevator, yet he was met with hostility. The whole situation reminded him of a cold, snowy day as well. He shook his head hard, he didn’t need that thought right now. 3 looked at him confused, then saw how 4 was looking in the distance, and sadness he forgot to hide still showing. 3 passed his camera to Boopkins for a bit.

“Can you hold this for me for a bit?” 3 reached to Boopkins who took the camera gently with a smile. Since he helped him out with the date with M… Mi… Micheal? What was it again? He felt a bit more tolerable. Not by much though.

“Sure thing!”

Although the camera looked a little funny in his hands, considering how the camera was like third his size.

4 paid attention to this, a bit confused at what 3 was doing. He did find Boopkins struggling to carry the camera a bit funny though.

“So” 3 pulled 4 close by his back, wrapping his arm around him, continuing in a hushed tone “What’s the gloom for? It’s super obvious and it bothers me so that’s why I’m bothering you about it”

4 chuckled.

“I’m glad you care. That’s all I needed actually” 4 showed a genuine smile to 3 which left him speechless. 4 could see he made 3 a bit flustered, maybe a bit more than just a bit…

It’s like he was buffering or something.

“Ugh” 3 pulled away “Your sweetness makes me sick, god damn it… baka”

Slowly Mario turned around, pulling out a tiny rainbow flag.

“This you?” he pointed at the 2.

3 was too shocked to react, 4 threw a loose branch at him which got into his eye. Mario started screaming in his iconic way. Meggy slapped him into a new shape.

“Shhh!!! Don't disturb the wildlife, idiot!”

Mario whined quietly, removing the tiny branch from his eye. Just as he removed it, he basically forgot it was there, as he continued frolicking.

3 finally took his camera back from Boopkins.

“Finally, my arms were starting to get tired!” Boopkins sighed with relief.

Meggy turned to him although still walking.

“I could coach you to get stronger”

The relief quickly flew out of Boopkins, rather replaced with a pale expression.

“I hope I don’t hurt you with this, but I’d rather not if it’s okay”

“Your loss” Meggy shrugged.

As they continued, they started to find traces of the so-called Rot.

“This energy feels familiar” 3 exclaimed.

“Same here…” 4 added, as he exchanged a glance with 3.

“That’s a good thing! Any idea what we could be dealing with then?”

“So…” 4 started “It could be a new meme. Although I… don’t remember ever seeing it before”

“The name rot does fit it though” 3 continued “You think it could do with all the memes people used to make about bogs?”

“That’s a nice thought! Or maybe one of those nature allegory memes that sometimes pop up… most of the time from Tumblr”

“Ah right, Tumblr, this could be one of their creations”

“I thought Tumblr was dead” Meggy looked behind at the 2 as they continued on, seeing more rot on the trees and in the ground. It seemed they were getting closer and closer to the core of it.

“That’s what they all think” 3 and 4 said at the same time, then laughed at how in sync they were.

“What is tumblr?” Mario asked. The others looked at him with a knowing look. He deflated, seeing no one wanted to elaborate.

While the lighthearted banter they got into was nice, 3 couldn't shake off the tension he was feeling. Probably thanks to 4. He didn't like how his mind went for the worst when it came to him. He tried to concentrate on the task on hand, the sooner it was over, the sooner he could escape.

As they continued on, 3 was starting to feel a headache get to him. It was starting to be a bit difficult holding the camera. He tried so hard to be there but it felt like slowly everything was slowing down around him. He looked ahead… then he found himself staring at 4, getting even slower, blurrier, slowly things becoming less and less comprehensive, yet he could still feel in his heart just how worried 4 was. It felt… nice. He was glad 4 cared about him. Then everything went black. At least mostly. He was stuck in a weird state, still lightly aware of his surroundings, as he could feel himself falling over, then being grabbed and held close… Held close…? What for?

He lightly managed to open his eyes and tried to perceive the world around him, although it hurt him. It was difficult, but he figured out he was stuck in 4’s arms. Not exactly somewhere he wished to be while in a state like this. He kind of imagined feeling this sick while being cared for in his bed. Thinking about it… he wouldn’t mind 4 being there then. But this is just… embarrassing… He really hoped the stream wasn’t getting any of this… He already saw that one comment referring to 4 and him in weird ways and he didn’t like that. He felt uncomfortable on 4’s behalf as well. Who knows how hard his fans would tear him apart if they knew that he and 4 need to hold hands to use their meme guardian powers. It made him think about how he would even handle having a relationship like this. Either he would have to hide this person even if he was proud of pulling a bad bitch or have them be on display but risk the parasocial freaks coming in and ruining his dating life. He wasn’t new to the parasocial rodeo at this point, he knew about the sexyman allegations. Though it’s not like he wanted a relationship right now anyways. He liked to joke about getting bitches but he really just did that because he felt humiliated at the thought that he couldn’t pull anyone. He closed his eyes, trying to close out the sight that was 4 carrying him. That’s not to say he was fully against it but he won’t admit that so soon. But as he closed the sight out, he could hear words better.

“Homo…” he could hear Mario start then if he was guessing right, he got slapped since he stopped speaking.

“Well I’m not just gonna drag him by the foot, that would be cruel” he could hear 4 retort at the homosexual allegations.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Meggy asked, concern in her voice. 3 was kind of glad he had friends that cared for him. He wished he could say that without getting embarrassed. He hoped that they knew about it at least a little bit, as much as he could hint. But not too much, their annoying asses didn't deserve to see THAT much of him.

“I think so” 4 said “But he’s definitely not streaming like this, can we turn it off?”

“Well if you insis-” Meggy started.

“Nnnn…nnooooo… ss… stream…” 3 tried to get it out, the words small and weird. But they were heard. He didn’t like ending streams so suddenly. He’d rather die on camera than suddenly end a stream.

He heard 4 chuckle.

“Look at him, even in this state, he cares about his fans”

“How nice of him” Boopkins spoke up.

“I can see said fans are feeling the same way!” Meggy chuckled “It seems a lot of people are interested in what’s up here anyways so… for 3!”

“For 3!” both 4 and Boopkins cheered.

If 3 was fully there, he would be so embarrassed. He’d hate it. He’s starting to like this… as if he’s looking in from the outside, not subject to the actual affection of his friends yet still being the subject of it. Unbeknownst to him, he was smiling about this in 4’s arms, who noticed so. But didn’t dare comment on it. Who knows how his insane fans would treat it. Although he couldn’t just go without letting 3 know, if he could hear him.

“If you only looked this cute while conscious” 4 chuckled into 3’s ear. It sent a jolt through 3’s body, but still not enough to get him out of his state. So it was all still energy, so much, as if continuously zapping his mind. What the FUCK did 4 just say?? HIM??? CUTE??? Well, he was handsome but CUTE??? HIM??? No way, 4 didn’t know what he’s talking about. Yet the words rang in his mind, foreverly so, not leaving him. Like a forever moment. Feeling obsessed with it, even if he didn’t want to be. It made him feel so warm. Like he could feel it physically now. He heard 4 chuckle, unsure where to put it, it only made him feel weirder. It was like 4 had his fingers wrapped around him in a mental sense as well, whatever he would say, he wouldn’t be able to escape. It was… weird feeling this vulnerable.

Slowly he stirred more in 4’s arms. Still remaining as calm as he could manage, to not disturb 4 too much. He was actually kind of comfortable. Not like he’ll say that out loud. Maybe he’ll write it down in his notebook later. It had been a great source of coping for him. Writing about the things that made him feel feelings usually made them easier to digest. He looked up at 4 with half lidded eyes, he seemed so… focused. He noticed then 4 looking down, which surprised him a bit. 4 smiled, then looked to the side.

“It seems he looks a bit better now”

“That’s good! Makes me feel less bad about how we keep on going”

“We should stop for a bit though… my arms are standing to get tired… he isn’t exactly light”

“...Bitch” 3 muttered, first coherent thing he said since falling over like a log.

Everyone kind of laughed about it.

“Mario agrees!” Mario stopped and immediately whipped out his pocket spaghetti. Who knows how long that’s been there. He seemed to be happy to eat it either ways.

They all laid down for a bit, 4 laying 3 down as well then sat beside him. He really just decided to sit beside him. Maybe he really did care.

3 reached up, as best as he could as he regained his strength, reaching to 4. 4 looked at his hand a bit confused, then decided to hold it, not really understanding what 3 wanted.

“Pfft… sure whatever”

“What?” 4 asked but 3 only rolled his eyes in response.

“Guess you don’t need it then”

4 took his hand away. 3’s smile lightly faded away but not too much. He didn’t want it to be too obvious that he was disappointed about that. He wasn’t even sure how to explain that he was disappointed. He just knew that it meant a lot to him that 4 did that. He never imagined he would get so weak about him. Weak about whatever 4 directed his way.

Let it be his insults or the looks he could give him when he showed he cared. He wanted to have him whole, with all those silly little intricacies that made him who he was, even his cringe memes. Never did he care so much for someone in his life… What… What did he mean by this? Oh… OH… no… not here… not now… why couldn’t this happen at like- a more appropriate place- somewhere without 4 preferably- Well, the world is cruel to him so now he had to keep himself together in this damned situation.

He slowly sat up, not really looking at anything. He slowly breathed in, then out, slowly calming the nerves that scream about what’s boiling underneath his skin, his mind. His feelings were. Restless.

“Are you okay, 3?” Meggy turned to him, with a soft, understanding smile.

“So-so… could be better” 3 smiled back, which surprised Meggy a little.

“Do you remember what happened?”

“Not much… But…” 3 took all the strength in himself, all his emotional strength “I think the rot feeds on… frustration? I think, or anger.. I remember feeling sort of angry before… since a certain someone here can be such a piece of ass here” 3 said as he directly looked at 4.

“Did you hear what I say to you? If so, right now I’m really meaning it”

“Asshole…”

“What did you say to him?” Meggy asked, a bit suspiciously.

“That’s between us” 4 said, as he got up “We gotta keep moving anyways, I can feel how close we are”

“Yeah… let’s” 3 slowly got up, stretching his back, being held for a bit there made his back feel like a quirky little snake. The slightly loud pop from his back made Boopkins jump.

Mario looked at the 2, a big big grin that kept getting bigger.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm” he teased the 2, just even with his menacing Mario gaze.

3 and 4 exchanged glances.

“Home of sexual” Mario claimed, with the same big grin. 4 was ready to throw hands but 3 just got up and started walking. This shocked both but especially Meggy.

“I have no power or need to feel angry right now let’s just go, I’ll feed him bombs when we get back”

“Feeding time?” Mario looked on with great interest, his selective hearing deciding to focus right on the word ‘feed’ “Does Mario get his spaghetti?”

“Later, red, we have a mission on our hands right now”

As Meggy spoke, 3 realised his camera was in Meggy’s hand. He quickly took it back, Meggy barely realising it was taken from her.

“What’s up, chat! I live! I could never leave a stream interrupted, all of you know I’m stronger than that so I’m here again!” he marched on, with a big smile on his face. This surprised the others, especially 4 and Meggy as they looked at each other then followed after him, with Boopkins hurrying after them with his short legs. Mario shrugged, quickly forgetting about food as he followed behind them a bit delayed.

“Oh thanks for the bits! As for your question, we’re looking into something geniusly named the rot!.... ‘Is it really named the rot?’ It wasn’t named by me, I would’ve given it a better name, like forest meme fungus parasite or something like that”

“That’s actually kind of lame” 4 said.

“I agree actually” Meggy added.

Boopkins looked too concerned to end up on either sides.

“Whatever… ‘How far is it? We’ve been here for a while’ I think we’re getting closer! As you can see the trees look much different here” he put his hand against a tree, which leaked weird residue “AAAAH EWW EWW WHAT THE HELL”

4, Meggy and Mario laugh at him.

“Stuuu-piiiid” Mario keeps laughing.

3’s eyes twitched, but he was keeping his cool.

“And I think this isn’t even the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen him do!” 4 said.

Oh 4. His sweet prince. He’s done it. Truly. 3 slowly looked at him, 4 started to look scared. 3 ran at him, camera still in his hand, getting the weird liquid on him as well.

4 looked offended to hell, heaven and purgatory, he was NOT letting this go so easily. He grabbed a bit of rot as well and threw it at 3.

Mario clapped, the clowns are dancing again. Boopkins hid behind Meggy, who didn’t look very satisfied with Mario.

But, oh, if she didn’t pay attention to him, she would have realised that the ground was moving, but she only noticed when it was already pulling 3 and 4 down, and fast at that.

“4!!! 3!!!” Meggy cried out, trying to reach into the rot to no avail. It seemed she couldn’t get into it like those 2 managed to.

“Oh nooo” Mario genuinely got sad as he got down beside Meggy.

“What do we do now?” Boopkins went there last, although just as concerned as the other 2.

“I don’t know… the best we can do is… I think we should go back and get some tools! Maybe we can dig them out. Hopefully before the sun sets” Meggy proposed her idea, the other 2 nodded as they got up and started to run back, although not too fast to preserve stamina. They’re gonna NEED it.

3 and 4 laid there, underneath for a bit. It took a while until one woke up, which was 4. They were on top of each other, which he wasn’t too thrilled about. Though, to his horror, he couldn’t get up. He was stuck to him like this. At least it was just by their waists mainly… Who was he kidding, that’s probably the worst place to get stuck at, hands were way better, he’d rather have a week of that than this! He looked around, seeing that the place wasn’t big anyways. It was kind of dark, only illuminated by the rot’s faint blueish-green glow. What a weird way for a meme to manifest. At this point he was pretty sure it was a meme, although a powerful one. It seemed it had a strong staying power, one he hadn’t seen in a while. Another sign that it could be from Tumblr. He never liked Tumblr memes, they were always weird and hard to deal with. Since 3 was still not awake, 4 couldn’t channel the meme away either, 3 had to be at least awake for that. At least it was calm. He decided to pay attention to 3’s face. Just like before, he looked so peaceful. Although he could appreciate the energy he brought, he sometimes wished 3 could direct energy like this at him. He smiled, glad that he could get something like this to happen, although he’s still not very happy about the situation. As 4 looked around again, he noticed the lightly damaged camera, directed at them, still on.

“Ah” was all that was left in his mouth, as he went a bit pale, knowing what they were doing was broadcasted to many people. He got on 4s, in an uncomfortable way, considering he was still stuck to 3 and reached for the camera.

“Ummm… Hello, SMG3 viewers” 4 started awkwardly “I’d like to say thank you for all of you being here. Especially thank you for motivating us to go forward. I think I know what we will have to do with this so-called rot… But I will end stream here, it’s been a good run, thank you all for coming” 4 smiled at the camera and waved before turning the broadcast off.

That was when 3 stirred.

“Nggghh…” 3 looked up, having to blink a few times to see what the fuck is going on, kind of not believing his eyes, as he could feel his ears and face heat up.

“OI WHAT THE FUCK DUDE” 3 flipped, literally flipped, thinking they could separate but instead they fell over together, now with 3 on top, and their faces getting a bit too close from the velocity. 3 got distracted for a second. 4 took a bit before he returned the favour, as 3’s careless outburst only served to make him angrier. And so they got into a cycle of throwing each other but the bond on them still not budging.

“Why must you be such a bitch,,” 4 whined as 3 tried his best pulling 4 off of his waist, but he only bounced back, their foreheads meeting. which made both yelp in pain.

“FUCKING CHRIST” 3 cried out.

“DUMBASS” 4 cried back at him.

3 tried to calm himself down as he looked around, seeing his camera which was turned off.

“Did… the camera break?”

“No… I” 4 realised he might not live “turned off the stream” his words were small.

3 slowly turned to him, his face the reckoning, judgement upon him, all in a pair of eyes that belong to his meme guardian partner.

“You… did… what?” 3 leaned closer to him, it would’ve been an understatement to call his vibes menacing.

“I-I” 4 trembled under 3’s gaze.

“You don’t SIMPLY end my stream”

“I said goodbye!!”

“And?”

“I thanked them for being here!!”

“...”

4 looked scared as hell, his puppy eyes coming out, begging for forgiveness. Those eyes hit 3 square in the heart.

“Shit.. whatever I guess, I’ll let you be about it”

“Oh, thank you thank you” 4 hugged him, 3 could only roll his eyes.

3 tried to get up again, and maybe stand up right if everything goes well. And as he did, it seemed to be really hard for their faces to not be close. It was starting to frustrate both of them. Slowly, they both stood on their feet, although still stuck to each other. That’s when 4 remembered.

“Hey, wait, we can channel the rot away! You can feel its meme energy too, right?”

3 looked up, then nodded. 4 grabbed both of 3’s hands. 3 was sort of distracted by the whole thing. He didn’t like being so close so soon. He wanted to have at least a little bit of time to process his feelings. 4 noticed that, as they weren’t as efficient as they were supposed to be.

“3!! What’s with you??”

That seemed to snap 3 out of it, who looked to the side, a powerless sigh escaping his lips.

“I can’t explain”

“WHAT do you mean you can’t explain?? Let’s just get out here!! Don’t you want to get out??”

“I-... of course I do, you think I’m stupid?”

“Well, you’re looking very stupid right now, not channeling yourself!”

“Don’t you… don’t you see…? We’re just… a bit too close for my taste” 3 looked down, feeling ashamed. He didn’t want it to be true but it was, tears welling up in his eyes.

“What do you-”

“IT- IT WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER IF YOU WEREN’T RIGHT IN MY FACE” 3 cried, tears rolling down his face “YOU think I WANT TO BE HERE?? I’D RATHER BE ETERNITIES AWAY FROM YOU RIGHT NOW” those tears just wouldn’t stop.

“THEN FUCKING CHANNEL, YOU BITCH, THEN YOU CAN GO”

“FUCK YOU”

“WHAT”

4 let go of 3’s hands, now pissed himself, both of them pissed in fact.

“BITCH” 3 added.

“WHY YOU-”

And they started throwing hands, fighting again. Which fell to an abrupt end, as 4 held 3 against a wall of rot.

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST CHANNEL”

“I FEEL STUPID WITH YOU”

“YOU’RE CALLING ME STUPID?” 4 leaned closer to 3, who seemed to feel more ashamed than ever, as if he said something sacred, as if he sinned.

“Ju… just sh-.. shut up already, fuck..” 3 could feel his heart twist. 3 looked at 4 slowly, cautiously sadness pouring out from his eyes. He couldn’t hide it. He felt ashamed but he knew no other way out.

“3… 3 I’m…” 4 returned to a softer gaze.

“Are you stupid? I said…” once again, 3’s heart, it couldn’t take it “I feel stupid WITH you”

“Wh… What?”

“You really are stupid…”

4 didn’t look amused.

“So you called me stupid anyways”

“YOU-” 3 clenched his fists, trying his best to hold back from screaming at 4 again “You just… don’t seem to understand. And… I don’t know if I’m… shameless enough to just tell you everything…”

4 could feel something in his heart now as well. He didn’t understand what was going on.

“I’m… sorry”

“Oh? What did you say?”

“I said that I’m sorry…”

“Can you say it again?” 3 looked at him with a little evil grin, although still strained from the emotions he was feeling. It was obvious to 4. He gave him the stink eye then moved one of his hands to pet 3’s head.

“Can a man not be sorry?” 4 joked, which kind of worked, although the head pat flustered 3 a bit.

“Shut the fuck up”

“Sheesh”

3 giggled, seemingly calming down a bit.

“Let’s just get this over with, 3? You did say you wanted to be gone from me” although 4 would usually hide his feelings better, he sounded more sad than he should have.

3 couldn’t help but smile.

“So you DO care, huh?”

“I- of course I do, you’re one of my bestest friends!! I wouldn’t wanna stay away from you”

“Right right…friends… “ 3 looked down, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry anymore. He was tired.

“Wait you- you don’t mean…” 4 stared at 3, who wouldn’t dare look back. Although, it was hard avoiding him when they’re stuck by the waist.

Suddenly a lot of things started to make sense to 4. Memories flashing by him, as he looked at 3, looking back at everything. The things he would feel with him. More than just the meme energy they could channel together, there was way more there, more than he ever realised. They way he just… my god… The realisation hit him like a car crash.

“I’m in love with you??” 4 spoke confused, 3 looked at him confused.

3 couldn’t bring himself to words, he could only look back at 4. 3 knew his heart was flying sky high though, with his face feeling god awfully warm too. After the confusion wore off, 4 smiled, kind of coming to peace with it. Skipping a few stages of grief there, huh?

“Let’s get out of here, 3” he grabbed his hands, once again, although softly.

The 2 look at each other for quite a long moment, as they slowly channel the meme energy, yet they can’t help thinking: this is not enough. It’s kind of weird how they both leaned in at the same time, sharing a power shattering kiss that vaporized all the rot out of existence, even the thin layer that made them stuck. Although they were still stuck in the hole that the rot dug out. They looked up, finally seeing the outside world. It was a sight they didn’t think they’d miss so much. Ironically to what 3 was saying before, he didn’t seem to want to let go of 4. 4 didn’t mind that.

“Hey” 3 spoke awkwardly “Just saying if you’d like to kiss me again, you’re totally allowed to”

4 smiled brightly as he took on the request, melting into 3’s touch in the process. Nothing was perfect and wonderful sunshine forever rainbow though so…

“Guys, we’re- oooooooh” Meggy stopped as she noticed the 2.

“We’re here we’re- OOOOOOOOOH” Mario piped up even louder.

“What’s with the- WOAAAH” Boopkins seemed to be the most surprised. He didn’t even see it coming.

The 2 idiots finally noticed the outrage their homosexual activity made happen.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” 3 yelled at them.

“Yeah you tell them!!” 4 cheered him on.

The 3 other idiots, who patiently pulled them out of the hole could barely wait to ask about everything. What happened in there? Are they Homo Sex now? (A Mario original question) Most importantly: are they okay?

“None of you speak of what you saw” 3 pointed at Meggy, Mario and Boopkins. Boopkins and Meggy nodded, while Mario had different intentions. He was going into his usual devious Mario smile.

“Mario” 3 looked at him with violent intent.

“Hee hee hee”

“Mario, he’s serious” 4 added, also ready to throw hands.

Mario took a few seconds then suddenly took off.

“MARIOOO”

“GET BACK HERE”

“MARIO MUST SHARE WORD OF THE GAY”

And so they couldn’t catch him, now everyone knew that his guardian partners were also romantic partners now. A beautiful ending <3.

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Hope this was enjoyable! It is my first fic with this series so obviously it's not perfect. Fun fact! I wrote this in one night.

I may possibly have more ideas but nothing too concrete yet oopsie

#smg34 #my writing

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goodboyaudios · 3 months

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This is a question asked before with different characters and now I'm curious on my two favourite but I have a small idea on what'd happen

What would zed do if Raze died?

Oooh...like if Makkaro killed her? Let me think...

Well I think Zed would still demand to see her for proof, to which Makkaro would most likely take him to see her remains. Even if Gienne tried to convince Zed, I don't think he'd believe her after all that happened.

Upon reaching her cell, the beacon spell would be countered and Makkaro would have a new prisoner.

Meanwhile, across the world, even across the universe, the affects of Raze's death would be felt. Nothing too flashy would happen, but the world would feel a little less...magical. Everyone would still have their magic, but there would definitely be a feel and a few environment affects. Nothing disastrous, everything would just calm down.

Also, the shield surrounding the planet to prevent intruders would be gone so who knows what could come in.

I think at that point, Gienne would stay at Makkaro's side. She would be resilient in her resolve. Calling Makkaro a child for wanting her to run away. She loves him and despite the decisions he's made, she'll keep fighting for him.

Makkaro will get frustrated with her and demand that she leaves. Gienne will leave, but she will never be too far away and she even tells Makkaro where she will be staying.

Time goes by and Zed is becoming more and more disheveled. He is constantly resisting the pull of the World Ender. All the while Makkaro is becoming more and more insane as he finally conquers the entirety of Scimitaria, but it's only a matter of time before he slips up and Mahann takes advantage...

Mirrin and Gienne are the only survivors as the flee back to Fusfeimyol. The Sultans are dead and they need to get word to Manasia for aid as Fusfeimyol is still feeling the affects of the last great conflict.

Gienne isn't too keen on going back, let alone seeing her family again, but now she has no choice. Mirrin protects her from whatever might happen and he does when the Pisces family tries to guilt trip her into coming back.

Eventually, the Council of nations agree to declare Makkaro and his vampires a worldly threat.

Back with Zed and Makkaro, Zed has found a way to escape from the castle and goes into hiding in the wastes of Scimitaria. He is starved and alone until he comes across a vampire who decides to take him as their personal blood bag in exchange for his life.

(Perhaps this vampire could be a new listener character? OOOOOH VAMPIRE ROMANCE STORYYYYYY)

Zed's life would be a harsh one, but it wouldn't be all bad. But will the stockholm syndrome get to him before Mirrin does?

Makkaro and Mahann are still at odds with Mahann trying to find new and insidious ways to undermine his master.

I'll stop here for now. Maybe I'll revisit this at a later date, but there;s definitely a fun story here!

I'll call this AU...World of a Dead God

#good boy audios #goodboyaudios #youtube #asmr roleplay #asmr boyfriend

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rinbowaman · 1 year

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Masterlist (Not for minors)

- Heeseung-

My Girlfriends Roommate / MGR (1st arc of series) Chapter 1 - Mmkay Chapter 2 - Oooooookaaaaay Chapter 3 - Getting there Chapter 4 - Almost Chapter 5 -Oh damn Chapter 6 - ........ Chapter 7 - Here we go Chapter 8 - Omg theres fluff Chapter 9 - Fluff, fluff, fluff, and fluff. Chapter 10 - OMFG Its finally happening!!! 18+ Only Chapter 11 - ...THE HELL!?!! O...M...G 18+ Only Chapter 12 - DAFUQ!!!? ERMAHGAWD!! JDASHWGEI!!!!! 18+ Only --End-

MGR SMAUS:

Vicky's Roommate

Knowing me, Knowing you Part 1

Knowing me, Knowing you Part 2

Its not enough Part 1

Its not enough Part 2

Frustration

Wont you say my name?

!!!!!!!!Netflix and Chill SMAU should be the very last smau to read after reading all the other smaus (to include in MRE and HHP) because the references in it will be too confusing. I highly recommending reading MGR at the very least before reading this SMAU as well. it's very sentimental and also..there's tension that hits deep that can only be felt once you read MGR. Enjoy.

Netflix and Chill Part 1 - Read after all SMAUS in all arcs first and MGR

Netflix and Chill Part 2 -Read after all SMAUS in all arcs first and MGR

Netflix and Chill Part 3 - Read after all SMAUS in all arcs first and MGR

My Roommates Ex / MRE (Sequel to MGR, 2nd arc of the same series/universe)

Chapter 1 - Oooooh the fluff be strong in this chapter

Chapter 2 - Drama, drama, drama.

Chapter 3 - Let the juiciness commence. 18+ only.

Chapter 4 - This made y'all go crazy a little bit, huh?

Chapter 5 - Don't say I didn't warn you. Let me know what you guys think of this chapter, its one of my favorites actually. (18+ only)

Chapter 6 - Let me know what you guys think of this one. This is the last chapter for this arc, working on the third arc of the same series as we speak along with MT. (18+ Only)

MRE SMAUS:

Olive Juice Part 1

Olive Juice Part 2

Say it again and move with me

What is "it" ??

Send me a selfie or else...

I worship you.

Why are you not answering?

I need you

You really wanna know?

One and Only...

Give and take back

Unknown Number

Group Chat Part 1

Group Chat Part 2

Car Door

His and Her Perspectives / HHP (Sequel to MGR/MRE, 3rd arc of the same series/universe)

Chapter 1 - Yay first chapter! (18+ Only)

Chapter 2 - Heeseung/Ethan POV on you, omg such a beautiful chapter. (18+ only)

Chapter 3 - Just another day in the life of you and MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung. Only for those that are 18+ older. Adults, enjoy!

Chapter 4 - Enter beotch Tiff, you guys aren't going to like her at all and she is based off of a very unpleasant person that was rude to a friend of mine back in HS. so yeah. 18+ only for this chapter so minors, pass over on this one pls.

Chapter 5 Part(s) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10. - sorry this is divided into so many parts, tumblr was acting up and would not let me paste anything beyond 1k words at a time for some reason.

Chapter 6 Part(s) 1 , 2, 3, 4,

Chapter 7 -

Chapter 8 -

Chapter 9 -

Chapter 10 Part(s) 1, 2, 3

Chapter 11 Part(s) 1 , 2 , 3, 4 OMG......This chapter i swear to God.

Chapter 12 Part(s) 1, 2 .....aaaah...redemption.

Chapter 13 Part(s) 1 , 2, 3. (Part is adult rated MDNI)

Chapter 14 Part(s) 1, 2, 3. - PLEASE understand that this is a very dark and twisted chapter. Heethan is PISSED and he's not in the right mind and shit just got real. but read the warnings bc Eden even gets back at Tiff....in a very brutal way. (recall her warning to her in earlier chapter when Tiff tried to confront her in the campus building) so please read at your own risk (it's still a good read)

HHP SMAUS:

Come rain or shine

Vegan Food

Good at acting :P

The Sun and the Flower

Ethan's hungry

Jealous

Feeling a little lonely

Freaks

Blood and Carnage

MGR/MRE/HHP One shots

Halloween Part 1

Halloween Part 2 - coming soon

Jealous - coming soon

Needy

Shark Week

Mermaids Tale (New series)

Chapter 1 - Slay! You are the Daughter of the Seven Seas

Chapter 2 - Whoo hoo! Chapter 2! I really like this story guys.

Chapter 3 - Yay its finally here! there's alot to this chapter, please feel free to send anon asks or message me if you need me to explain because alot of historical (made up, mythological) references are in this one.

Chapter 4 - Coming 05/31

Upcoming:

You're a fan. I'm a fan. - One shot (maybe a couple chapters long) but is going to be good. Smut writers, this one is for you guys. (hintity hint hint)

#heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #enha x reader #enhypen smut #heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung #heeseung fanfic

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thissortofsorcery · 1 year

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Set in a handwavey December in 1985 where Starcourt happened a little bit differently, and Billy wasn’t flayed, and he’s been dating Steve for a while.

When Billy rolled into town in 84, he was a Junior in High School, and Steve was a Senior. Now Billy’s the senior, and he’s up to his eyeballs in finals, and Steve is always working or with Robin, and Billy hasn’t seen him all week.

This shouldn’t suck so much.

It’s not like they’re in this new couple phase and they’re clinging to each other all the time. Between Steve’s job and Billy’s school and his part-time gig at Joe’s garage to help Susan around the house, they’re used to going a couple days without seeing each other. But it’s been a whole six days of I have a shift tonight, or I have a test tomorrow, or Robin needs a ride back from the dentist, can we do tomorrow instead?

Billy hasn’t gone so long without getting off since he and Steve first started hooking up.

But today might be his lucky day, Billy thinks, because it’s Friday, and his next final is on Tuesday, and it’s English so he doesn’t need that high a grade anyway, and he’d definitely take that hit for a blowjob. A weekend of blowjobs.

God, he hasn’t touched Steve in a week.

He drives Max and himself home after school, Hawkins made of gray skies and gray slush on the sides of the road, and Billy cranks up the music before leaving the parking lot. He glares at Nancy Wheeler making cow eyes at Byers on the way out for good measure. He takes a cig out of his pack with one hand.

“What’s up with you?” Max squints at him from the passenger seat.

“Nothing,” Billy grunts past the cigarette hanging from his mouth. “‘m fine”

“You’ve been grumpy all week”, Max says, doing that thing where she thinks she’s the world’s smartest fourteen-year-old just because she faced off a couple monsters. “It’s like you’re moping so hard you can’t remember you’re an asshole.”

Billy’s glaring so hard out of the windshield it takes him a moment to come up with an answer.

“Maybe you just finally stopped being a little bitch about it,” He gripes, and he hears Max scoff.

“That was weak,” She says, and Billy misses the days when he instilled fear into the hearts of preteens. “And you didn’t even notice my feet are on the dashboard.”

Billy glances at Max out the corner of his eye and does a double take when he sees the little brat has inched down on her seat to plant the soles of her dirty converse directly on his dash.

Billy narrows his eyes at her. She taps her fucking feet, eyebrows raised on a dare.

One hand on the wheel, Billy lunges across the console to grab at one of her ankles and yank it down, and Max releases an unholy shriek when he only succeeds on sending her halfway into the footwell. He narrowly dodges a kick to the shoulder.

Somehow, they get home in one piece. He parks the car on the curb but doesn’t turn the engine off.

“Out,” He barks, and Max just fucking squints at him again.

Then her eyes widen and she gives him a sly little grin that doesn’t suit her because she’s ten years old,

“Oooooh,” She says. “Are you going to see Steve?”

“Get out, Maxine!” He yells, and leans over her to push her door open.

“Were you moping because of Steeeeeve all week?” She teases, delighted. “Did you miss him?”

Billy pushes her face away and Max cackles. Next time she so much thinks about Sinclair he’s going to give her so much shit. Billy grabs her backpack and tosses it on the sidewalk.

“Fuck off, Max!”

Max finally follows her backpack out, and cackles all the way inside the house.

The Camaro’s engine purrs when he pulls off the curb.

Billy’s first thought when he arrives at Family Video is since when there are so many people living in Hawkins? because there are no parking spaces around the store. He ends up parking almost a full block away.

When he gets out of car, he’s almost bouncing on his toes. All he can think of is Steve Steve Steve. Steve and his dumb Family Video vest, Steve and his warm brown eyes, Steve and the way he ducks his head to hide his smile when Billy makes a dirty joke.

Billy can hang around the store for a couple hours until Steve’s shift ends, follow him home after, make sure he doesn’t have any plans that don’t involve Billy and being naked. If he plays his cards right, he can convince Steve to make use of the back room if the store is empty enough.

So of course, when Billy gets there, the store is fucking packed. It’s a Friday in the middle of December. Everyone in Hawkins is looking to rent a movie and spend a cozy night in. There’s nothing else to do.

Robin is running the floor, ruthlessly criticizing the costumer’s taste in movies as they move around the shelves, and Steve is manning the register, hands moving quickly and efficiently even as he looks a little frazzled, stress beginning to show in the dip of his eyebrows.

Robin notices him first.

“Billy!” She says loudly, and Steve’s head snaps up from where he’s counting out change.

Steve’s brow smooths out and his face splits into a grin, forgetting the costumer entirely, and for a second it’s just them in the store.

Billy’s still not quite used to having someone look so happy to see him every time he walks into a room.

“What kind of movie are you looking for on this cold Friday afternoon?” Robin sidles up to him, shit eating grin on her face. Billy reluctantly looks away from Steve. “Something romantic maybe? Got a hot date?”

Billy leans against a shelf, turning his back to the register, and gives her a smirk of his own.

“That depends, Buckley,” He leans in close. “Know anyone who’s available?”

Robin’s got a look on her face like she’s trying not to laugh, and she looks back towards the counter. When Billy looks over his shoulder, Steve’s eyes are fully on his ass, costumer forgotten. Billy shifts his hips just to watch Steve’s breath hitch.

Robin starts laughing, and Steve’s eyes snap to her, then to Billy’s, and his cheeks blush a dusty pink, just the way Billy likes it. He clears his throat and turns back to the costumer, fumbling the change.

“I don’t know, Hargrove,” Robin is saying, and Billy turns back. “I might know about someone who’s been bitching about being too busy to see their boyfriend all week.”

“You don’t say,” He drawls, making his voice sound more smug than he feels. Maybe it should be obvious to him that Steve misses him, but it isn’t. It still kind of feels like a miracle.

Before Robin can tell him whatever dirt she’s got on Steve, a lady with short hair clears her throat behind Robin and whisks her away to help her find a movie. Billy sighs, aggravated, and wishes for a cigarette, but he figures that’s the quickest way to get himself kicked out, because Keith’s actually in today and he’s a bitch.

Billy makes a beeline for the counter through the throng of costumers, and reaches Steve just as a teenager is walking away.

“Princess,” Billy starts, just for the joy of watching Steve roll his eyes, “busy shift?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Steve leans his elbows on the countertop, still looking a little harassed. Steve’s eyes crinkle when he smiles at Billy, though, and his face comes that much closer to his own, but nowhere near close enough. “How did your calculus test go?”

To be honest, Billy had already forgotten about it.

“Fine,” He says. “I’m more worried about my next one though,” Billy looks down, making like he’s worried.

“Shit, how come?” Steve leans further forward, brow crinkling. His hand inches forward on the counter until his pinky touches Billy’s arm. He looks both concerned and determined, like he'd spend his weekend helping Billy study if he asked.

He’s so fucking sweet.

“Well, it’s only on Tuesday, see,” Billy says, and he lets his face smooth into a smirk. “And it’s real easy. So it looks like I’m free aaaaall weekend…”

Steve's making that one face he makes when he's about to call Billy an asshole, but he thinks Billy's being funny about it, when eight people swarm the register at the same time. Steve startles back from him, face molded to that costumer service mask, and Billy moves out of the way so he can start ringing up costumers. He drifts off to the side, sticking close to the counter, willing to wait out the line so he can keep talking to Steve. He tries to look more casual than he feels, and starts poking at the stuff that's on the counter for something to do with his hands.

After ten, fifteen minutes, it looks like the store's not getting any less empty. The line at the register is smaller, but every now and then someone new gets in. Steve keeps shooting him little smiles, and Billy knows Steve wants to talk to him, but he can't help but feel he's stressing his boyfriend out. As much as Billy likes occupying space, he doesn't like feeling like he's in the way.

"Hey," Billy leans back on the counter, while Steve's typing something on the computer. The lady in line couldn't glare at him harder if he actually kicked her. "What time do you get off work today?"

"Uh," Steve stutters, and looks away from the computer. He blinks a few times. "Seven. I'm closing today."

"I'll bring the beer at eight," Billy says. "You can order pizza or whatever."

Billy hates that he can't be more explicit about it. Hates that he can't say let's meet at your place tonight, babe in front of Family Video's costumers, or anybody in Hawkins except maybe two or three people.

Steve gets it, though, and nods at him with a grin even as the woman in line clears her throat obnoxiously.

"Yeah, great. Double sausage, right?"

Motherfucker.

"You got it, Harrington," Billy says, half choking on a laugh. "See you later."

Outside, he laughs all the way to the car.

On the drive to Steve's, it takes Billy everything he has not to speed all the way there. The streets are empty, but the weather isn't great, and Billy still hates driving in the snow. The last thing he needs is to not get to Steve.

He tries to distract himself by imagining what he's gonna do when he gets there. All he knows is that he wants Steve - needs him. Wants to drop to his knees as soon as Steve opens the door, wants to bury his face in Steve's crotch and smell the musk of him, feel his cock hard against his cheek, lick at him through rough denim. Billy's already half-hard in his jeans just thinking about the sounds Steve's going to make, little gasps as his hips roll onto Billy's face, begging him to open his zipper, to do something. Billy wants to hold him there, hands on his hips, Steve's hands buried in his hair.

He has to adjust himself in his pants more than once.

When he finally gets to Steve's house, there's light pouring out the front windows, and the porch lights are on too. Steve's waiting for him.

The way Steve leans on the doorway with one hand after he opens the door - hair touched up, smile crooked, hip cocked to the side just so, attitude screaming King Steve - might’ve fooled Billy if Steve hadn’t yanked the door open before he had even finished knocking.

“Got the beer?” Steve says, all smooth, eyes half lidded. He’s putting on a show. Billy’s cock twitches, fills.

Billy lifts the six pack he brought, crowding Steve at the doorway. He can’t resist.

“Yep. Got the sausage?”

Steve looks like he’s going to go along with it, he tries to keep the sultry face on, but soon enough he breaks down laughing. Steve winds his arms around Billy’s waist and hides his laughter in Billy’s shoulder, and he can feel Steve’s shoulders shaking, his breath warming Billy’s neck in quick huffs. Billy drops the six pack on the side table beside the door and wraps his arms around Steve, smiles into his hair and just. Breathes him in.

Steve smells like soap and hairspray, like he showered after work, got dressed up and did his hair just for Billy. Billy’s fingers dig into Steve’s shoulder blades, his other hand goes to card through the hair at the base of Steve’s head. Billy closes his eyes. He loves this, loves the feeling of Steve all over him, happy, giddy. Loves that he made him laugh.

It’s been a whole week.

“Fucking sausage,” Steve mumbles against Billy’s shoulder, smile warm on Billy’s skin. “I got pepperoni, by the way.”

“It was your stupid joke,” Billy grumbles, leading them past the doorway. He kicks the door closed.

Steve doesn’t let him go, and Billy’s content to let Steve’s warmth sink into his skin. His sweater is soft where Billy’s cheek rests against it.

“Missed you,” Steve kisses the words into his skin, making his way up Billy’s neck.

Billy hums when he feels Steve’s fingers pull at the back of his shirt, dip into the waistband of his jeans, and turns his head to catch Steve’s lips. Billy closes the hand in Steve’s hair into a fist and he moans, and Billy licks into his mouth, finds his tongue and curls his own around it.

The only sound in the house is their panting into each other’s mouths, the smacking of their lips together, the moan that escapes Billy’s throat when Steve bites Billy’s bottom lip and pulls.

“Steve,” He pants, chasing Steve’s mouth with a kiss, two. “Steve.”

Steve takes a step back and Billy follows immediately, step by step until Steve’s leading them to the living room, to the couch, and falling back against it. His hair is splayed all around his head on the couch cushion, and Billy can’t help but run his hand through it once he lies on top of Steve, presses his weight down on him chest to hip.

They kiss on the couch for what seems like hours, unhurriedly, basking on the feeling of each other’s skin, each other’s scents, until Billy’s settled contentedly with his head on Steve’s chest, eyes half-lidded with the feeling of Steve’s fingers in his hair.

“I was thinking,” Steve says softly, breaking their comfortable silence. “It’s like, December, right.”

Billy just hums in response.

“So it’s like, two months until we’ve been together a year,” He continues, and Billy breathes in sharply.

It’s hard to believe they’ve already been together for ten months. Sometimes it feels like it’s something brand new, and other times it feels like Billy never knew anything other than the steadiness of having Steve Harrington by his side.

Billy lifts his head to look at Steve, leans his chin on his chest. Steve’s smiling at him.

“Yeah?” Billy says, prompting Steve to go on.

“I was thinking we could go on a trip,” He says. “Take a weekend and go to, like, Chicago or something. Or if you want to wait until spring break we can go somewhere farther away,” Steve’s eyes look soft, so soft, when he says, “like California.”

Billy can’t look away from him. From Steve’s stupid, dumb face that’s put up with Billy’s shit for ten months and is planning to go for a full year, more even, and wants to take him to California to celebrate it.

Billy leans forward to kiss him again.

“Yeah,” He says, voice soft, “ I’d like that.”

#Harringrove #billy x steve #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #mine #harringrove fic #rated t #max mayfield #billy and max

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dipplinduo · 4 days

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How would you rank the gens?

Ope I feel like I'm gonna upset some people LOL so disclaimer remember these are just my takes.

But this is how I personally see them (counting remakes as being part of the gen they remaking):

Gen 9 - Paldea Region

I've been thinking about this since the games came out, so I'd like to say recency bias isn't as much of a factor here. Bugs aside, I genuinely, genuinely love the storytelling, characterizations, and open world approach. FRIENDS THAT FEEL LIKE ACTUAL FRIENDS?? HAVING THE LEGENDARY WITH YOU THE WHOLE TIME, AND IT TOO HAS A PERSONALITY & BACKSTORY??? THREE SEPERATE STORYLINES THAT CONNECT TO A CANONICALLY DEAD PROFESSOR AND AN "EVIL AI" FINAL BOSS??? Like omg. I was amazed. I honestly usually dislike the "gimmicks" each generation brings, but terastilization caught my interest and I have a strong feeling nothing will personally top it as a gimmick for me. The DLCs really sent it all home for me for the #1 spot, like oh my god LOL. Past DLCs always just felt like something extra, but I literally cannot see this game as being complete without Kieran, Carmine & the rest of Kitakami/Blueberry peeps & their storylines. My interest in the games only grew because of all of it - and that's a massive compliment given the fact of how hard it is to accomplish such a level of monumental significance with only a few hours of gameplay. I've yet to replay the game with earlier access to The Teal Mask, but I feel like this would make it even more immersive. Just pure chef kisses here.

Gen 2 - Johto Region

A very close second. Heartgold/Soulsilver is the most elite remake in existence and idc if it's old school, I'll die on this hill. Johto is just so full of life - the continuation story is amazing, the immersion into culture and legendary stuff??? Mwah. Silver is an excellent rival, RED being a thing (the ultimate level of iconicism), and the double region will always hit. The soundtracks HIT and my god hearing them remastered iS INCREDIBLE. I even get obsessed with the pokeathlon dome and I'm usually not someone who gets into that kind of stuff. But THEY MADE IT FUN. And I love all the cute activities you can do with your team that can follow you around. So glad they brought this feature back. :')

Gen 5 - Unova Region

Oooooh I loved the reset of Gen 5. It's based on where I'm from and there were so many refreshing aspects of Black & White. From the new pokemon, to the NYC culture, to N & the whole beautiful storytelling there, and a sequel that somehow made everything even MORE polished. I literally remember referring to this region as the "Isshu Region" before the English names dropped becuase of the hype LOL. 10/10, cannot wait for these remakes. Gamefreak don't mess this up.

Gen 4 - Sinnoh Region

Oh, Gen 4. You hit good. The lowkey dreary vibes of Sinnoh is very nostalgic to me, and Piplup is one of my best buddies. Cynthia being the very first female Champion, and being as fearsome as she is, was such a big deal to me. Definetely Barbie'd her a bit in my mind because I look a like her and loved how much of an academic she was (but I def do not have her length in hair, lmao). Soundtracks are fire, of course. The way legendaries were integrated in the story without going too Dragonball Z was IMMACULATE, and the lake trio will always be my fave lil buddies. The only con I'd give this gen is that I disliked the HM reliance & D/P are practically unplayable to me since Platinum exists. I had low bars for the remake once I heard it wasn't Platinum, and ugh, they really dropped the ball. HOWEVER: while it isn't main line, I fucking love Legends: Arceus and would rather have that over an excellent remake, tbh.

Gen 1 - Kanto Region

This is another nostalgia one for me because of the fact that I quite literally was introduced to pokemon since before I can recall most memories (this is what happens when you have an older sibling with a gameboy, lol). It's probably tied with Gen 4, tbh. Firered wasn't my first game, but it hit really good because I "played" so much of R/B/Y. I know Gen 1 has its faults, and it's often seen as being pretty bare bones in comparison to other generations. And while I completely agree, god damn, what a good foundation for a franchise. Every town had a personality to it and is very memorable to me. The soundtracks are FIRE. Smaller pokedex, but damn does team building hit (and the starters are elite). Blue was also consistently my favorite rival until Kieran, lol. #oldrivalshipping/conflictingshipping was the original OTP xD

Gen 7 - Alola Region

So there's a lot of things I liked about Gen 7. It took a really big risk by breaking the formula, and it really immersed me into the Hawaiian culture & seeing your pokemon more as friends. I loved looking at pokemon in a different way and some of the pokemon introduced in this region are among my favorites (e.g. Ribombee, Bewear, Shiinotic, Mimikyu, Rockaruff, to name a few; starters also HIT). NEBBY AND LILLIE ARE ELITE. The professor is so lit, and Team Skull is the funniest team organization alive. AND YES, GET RID OF THE HMS. I honestly think a remake would make this gen jump up a bit more for me - the 3DS could barely handle this game, and it was showing. The facial expressions also need some work LOL, and I honestly dread the tutorial of the game. I like the ultrabeasts conceptually, but the execution of their involvement in the game is very DragonBall Z-ified. Ultra Necrozma lowkey would've been an amazing time for a "light" type even if it didn't make much sense, but hey, it was an awesome nuzlocke-killing moment anyway. xD

Gen 8 - Galar Region

I actually have a lot of play time for this gen. I was very obsessed with it when it came out, and could probably get glued to it all the same nowadays. But in hindsight, I realize a lot of my attachment to it was because of the semi-open worldness & ability to create a lot of different kinds of teams with a lot of new and old pokemon I like (I also liked having access to things earlier, like Ice Types before the end of the game lmfao). I still have a few things I really enjoy outside of it, though, like Hop's storyline & the setup of the gyms being in this stadium, sports-esque setting. But the plot? Eh. I have a lot of constructive criticism on how some shortcuts were made, and especially with the whole darkest day stuff lol. The only thing I liked about that fight was the dogs coming in and being cool; I wasn't impressed by or interest in Eternatus at all. The Leon fight afterward was fun, though! But oof, those weird men with the sword and shield hair afterwards were also just...no. :D DLCs also didn't quite hit that hard - it was more about having more pokemon than anything for me. So overall, it's fun to play, but I'd definitely change up the plot to make it better.

Gen 3 - Hoenn Region

This is where I think some people might wanna fight me, and to that I say you're probably valid. I don't know what it is with the Hoenn region because I actually don't have too many critiques about it (e.g., let's have less water routes); I just have never been able to get into it quite the same as I can others. I should honestly give it another shot, but I think I'd wanna do Emerald over Omega Ruby/Sapphire given the route they took everything with the remake lol. That's about all I have to say on this one since I never really connected with it as much!

Gen 6 - Kalos Region

This one feels like an especially hot take to have atm given where the pokemon community is in general LOL. Critical opinions ahead......Listen...no offense, but Gen 6 just ain't it for me at all. xD It's probably the one gen I actively dislike. The games felt way too easy with too much hand-holding/handouts, Team Flare & Diantha were a joke (and I'm not even a competitive player), and the whole group of friends felt more like an annoyance to me more than anything. They just weren't flushed out right. Neither was the plot. Like what was that plot. Outside of that, a lot of things just felt like "Look! Pokemon is in 3D now!!" over and over again because of how rushed the game was. So other than introducing fairy types & having pretty protagonists with some new clothing options, this gen is pretty forgettable to me. And that's a shame, because I like pokemon! I was one of those people who were curious on if we were gonna connect to Kalos for Gen 9, but I'd geniunely pick the DLCs we got any day of the week. I don't think Legends ZA will change much of my opinion on the mainline game, but given how much I loved Legends Arceus, I'm hoping it can be used to retcon & generate more interest/connection to the Kalos region in general.

Again, these are all just my personal opinions. I hope you all can enjoy pokemon in any way that feels good for you :) <3

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i was rewatching s1 yesterday and i had a thought that is bothering me a bit.

thing is, as much as i love the flashbacks (i dare say sometimes they are my fav part of the episodes), i think they are messing up a bit with the storyline. i love that they show us how their relationship developed over time, but i think sometimes they’re going a bit too far considering the point we find them in different points of history.

you’re gonna tell me that the same aziraphale that went through everything they went through in the land of uz then could bot possibly think of helping crowley with the arrangement? that the same aziraphale that looked like that at crowley in 1941 then was like “heaven will win and it’ll all be rather lovely” when talking about the final war between heaven and hell?

if you think of the events in chronological order, they just, don’t make much sense.

oooooh anon i like where your head's at!!!✨

now, below the cut is a disgustingly long spiel going through each flashback and minisode, that tbh was just simply self-indulgent - a lot of it leans into philosophy and ethics (for which i also apologise but it's a Special Interest) and i realise that that may not have been - at all - what you were looking for in a response.

so, to give a tl;dr - i personally think the way that aziraphale parries back and forth in his character development makes perfect sense. it does seem very much like one step forward, two steps back, at times - that i grant you - but i don't think it was ever meant to be strictly linear as time has gone on. more that it's a delve into how and why aziraphale makes the decisions that he does, what factors might be influencing him to make those decisions/behave the way he does, and what this says to us about his reluctance behind the apocalypse and the events of s2.

pre-fall:

so to my mind, we immediately learn some crucial things about aziraphale, right from the get-go. he's polite, and kind - even without having really gotten a formative impression of the angel who crowley was (AWCW). but once he does (and develops his little crush), he becomes astutely interested in what AWCW's doing, asking questions about his work and its purpose. he shares information about his own work, not realising ahead of time that a) AWCW wouldn't have known the plan for his creation, b) how upset he would be once learning it. he's very cautious when AWCW starts getting lairy about it, intimating that he's prepared to challenge god (however innocuously he meant it) on her plan, and evidently feels - expresses - some kind of fear that it would lead to reprisal.

garden of eden (4004BC):

this is an aziraphale that seems very much to be proven right, when you take the above pre-fall context into account. the fall has happened, and aziraphale now is even more aware of the consequences of stepping out of line. but aziraphale is naturally someone who dances that line, when you consider that he gave away his sword - which he suspects to have been the wrong thing to do. so when confronted with crawly, this person that he used to know as an angel, it only hammers home that aziraphale has to behave, and be in fear of the worst possible outcome, which has now been actualised. the punishment - arguably the worst punishment possible for an angel - has happened, it's irrefutable, and there's nothing to say it can't happen again.

so aziraphale valiantly tries to remain the devout, loyal, upstanding angel - and at this point genuinely believes heaven to be the side of good and light, even if he panics when he acts in a way that shows his own true colours... ones that are arguably not very angelic at all (grey). he counters crawley with heavenly rhetoric when it's clear that he at least thinks crawly has a good point, he even laughs with him over a joke that could literally mean his own ruin, and abruptly catches himself, stops laughing. to me, he's scared and, by all accounts, has good reason to be.

mesopotamia (3004BC):

so here we come to aziraphale in the thick of attempting to be a true agent for heaven; we immediately open with him acting somewhat with unease at the proceedings, even before crawly appears (hands, shifting on his feet). once he has to explain to crawly what's going on, he shares the rumour (rumour, because the line is "from what i hear, god's a bit tetchy...") that god is wiping out the local population. crawly is obviously aghast, especially when aziraphale confirms the children too - but aziraphale is equally, albeit more taciturnly, repulsed by it. his meek, bracing, tight-lipped '...mhm!' pays testament to that.

but aziraphale, once again, cannot speak out against god and heaven - he simply can't, the risk is too great. plus... well, he has to have faith in god, that she is good and just, and this is all the right thing to do; what could it possibly mean if god is awful? aziraphale isn't awful, we know he's (by large) a naturally kind and gentle person - so if god is not that, and aziraphale loses faith, what does that mean for aziraphale? doesn't that make him bad? evil? so no, he has to rationalise for god, and heaven, and ultimately himself that this is all for a greater purpose - god isnt wiping out all the locals! she's going to put up a rainbow! promise not to do it again!

uz (2500BC):

okay big section (op note: first of many to come, as it turns out) here. for ease, im going to be writing the following with the below metas in mind:

that god doesn't actually intend/want to hurt the children, but to honour free will will not get involved (X)

an oddly poetic ditty on the lies in job, and seeing through them (X)

slightly unrelated but i think worth bearing in mind: i personally think the s2 minisodes are recounted from crowley's pov (X)

so aziraphale seems to have arrived in order to stop crawly getting up to some mischief, and is countered that crawly (on behalf of satan) has essentially been granted some kind of diplomatic immunity to carry out the destruction, namely, of job's goats, and his children. obviously crawly is going to do no such thing, but places the blame for the whole thing squarely on god. aziraphale, however, does not think that that is in fact what god wants (and tbh, re: the first linked meta, i think he's half-right). so, whilst still thinking that crawly is there to actually do harm, he tries to cajole crawly into doing the right thing. they then work out that, for all intents and purposes, they are actually on the same side by nature of sharing a common agenda. crawly tests him again in the mansion, but aziraphale has seen through him, and they remain united.

where it gets tricky is the ox-rib scene. aziraphale doesn't initially recognise the free will that crawly is acting upon; he's not on hell's side, so ergo he must be on heaven's side. the concept of being on your own side evidently is shocking to aziraphale - above all, it just sounds lonely. aziraphale asserts specifically that he is on god's side (which i think, tbh, is a pretty telling thing in and of itself - he doesn't say 'heaven'). and still believes he is acting by god's true will; however, crawly counters that he's talking about the god that wants him to hurt the children. aziraphale hesitantly agreed that yes, that is the same god he's talking about... "but-".

now, idk how aziraphale was going to end that sentence, but id like to think that he still disagrees with crawly's conclusion - to agree would void everything that he said before, right? everything he said with tentative conviction. so, at best, aziraphale would have argued back that crawly is wrong, and that's not what god wants... but i do think aziraphale sees god's lack of intervention as troubling, at the very least... because if god didn't want it to happen, why didn't she stop the storm above them destroying the house? i think he's now put back in a position of being very uncertain as to what god wants... in which case, how can he possibly argue against crawly's assessment? he can't, because he's literally just borne witness that god hasnt intervened on any of it. ultimately, aziraphale still doesn't quite understand the concept of free will, and how he's just as capable of it as anyone else - in helping to save the children, he wasn't acting in accordance with what he thought god's will was, but instead based on what he himself considers to be the right thing to do.

and then we come to the last couple of job scenes; he helps crawly in the trick to bring back the children to job and sitis, and, on the cusp of their subterfuge being revealed, lies to the archangels under immense pressure, under the weight of the knowledge, even in that moment, that he will fall for it. his fear, stemming all the way back from eden (and arguably before, even if only a fear of consequence), has been brought to its reckoning. at the rock, he is adamant that he's going to fall - he "lied, to thwart the will of god" - and has resigned himself to it. crawly obviously states he's not going to deliver aziraphale to hell (and presumably the fall has some physicality to it; ie. aziraphale doesn't feel like he's fallen anyway). but then crawly reveals that aziraphale might just - just - be more on his own (their? not yet?) side than he previously thought. and frankly, i think that scares the fuck out of aziraphale; he's not crawly, he's not confident/headstrong/convicted enough to do that, and besides - hell seems to be fine with crawly doing his own thing as long as his work is done ("i go along with hell as far as i can")... heaven presumably wouldn't at all let that slide. aziraphale can't afford his own side; there's too much to lose.

golgotha (33AD)

immediately we're confronted with not only a more cynical crowley, but almost - i think - a more cynical aziraphale, and the way they act definitely makes sense to me in a post-job context. crowley immediately jabs at aziraphale, thinking that aziraphale would act righteous in seeing jesus on the cross - and yet, aziraphale counters that he's "not consulted on policy decisions"... which begs the question of what aziraphale would have said or done, if he were. we know he tried arguing back in job against gabriel and michael about what the plan was for job, and i don't think this would have been any different... if he had been given the chance.

this exchange though, i think, is one of the best bits of dialogue in all of s1, and potentially gives really interesting insight into where aziraphale stands at this point:

because... well, jesus is not only the son; he was a good and kind person, attempting to teach others to do the same. isn't that what god and heaven stands for? but no - the policy decision, god's plan - is that her son must die... brutally, and in tremendous pain and suffering. that surely can't be something aziraphale can reconcile easily - and yet, with job in mind, he absolutely can. i think he knows its wrong, that it's not right, but it is - this time - absolutely god's plan. and what happened the last time that he intervened? that fear still lives in aziraphale here, i think; and plays a major part in not only aziraphale having to quash what he thinks is the right thing to do, but also forces him to accept that what god is doing must be right and good. it must be for a reason, that god is allowing this one, and aziraphale is still in a place where he fears acting against god could have dire consequences.

rome (41AD):

tbh i don't think there's too much to say on this; it's clearly a more personal scene than the heavier ones that have come before it. i do think that aziraphale being keen on seeing crowley again does speak to crawly's line about how having your own side can be lonely, and aziraphale is readily seeking companionship from the person who knows how that feels? maybe? to add to that, the callback to tempting crowley into the oysters - all feels very acutely like the events in the job minisode might have been on his mind. we know from the script book that aziraphale is there on a heavenly assignment too (tutoring nero), which might play into the loneliness even more. so whilst aziraphale may not be entirely comfortable with having his own side, i'd like to think this scene certainly indicates he's made some personal reflection on the concept.

wessex (537AD):

another (we presume) heavenly assignment of fomenting peace - and i don't think aziraphale and crowley have seen much of each other since rome (going by aziraphale's slip, yet again, in his name). but what transpires is the realisation that their respective head offices essentially have them cancelling out the other's actions, resulting in crowley putting forward the idea of the arrangement. aziraphale isn't immediately opposed to it, not outwardly - but he does poke holes in the viability of it. he initially baulks at the prospect of lying to his superiors (given job, it's fair that he'd be pretty reluctant to chance doing that again), and then finds out that the surveillance that heaven seems to keep on him is not a risk that crowley feels from hell; "...as long as they get the paperwork."

so immediately, we're shown that the chance of discovery is higher with aziraphale, and the associated risk of that will again drum into him that he needs to toe the line very carefully. i don't think the arrangement necessarily offends him on a personal level - im sure that the logic appeals to him, as well as the chance to slack off - but that crowley would... almost tempt him into it? or at least try to talk around his concerns, and still try to push him? at the very least, it scares him off. though, frankly, i think it did work; not only by 1601 does it transpire that they have in fact done favours for each other since this scene, but even the dialogue... the below screams to me somewhat 'lady doth protest too much':

globe (1601):

a few things are apparent in this; that aziraphale is pleased to see crowley again, that they are meant to be meeting in clandestine/crowded settings to avoid detection, and the arrangement has been in effect - in all but name - for some time. the latter is interesting; aziraphale clearly doesn't have an issue personally with the premise of doing favours for each other, but he draws the line at making it an official thing. if heaven ever asked why aziraphale was doing what he was, he presumably knew he could at least attempt to talk his way out of it, retain some semblance of plausible deniability, but if it were acknowledged that he and crowley have a formal arrangement, that increases the risk.

but it's no longer just the risk associated with heaven; it's the risk associated with hell. compared to 537AD when aziraphale indicates that his reluctance is complete to do with the potential repercussions from heaven, this time he seems more preoccupied with the repercussions crowley could face from hell. now, it could be that aziraphale is using it as an excuse - a cover for his true concerns that lie with his own safety - but i don't think so; over a millennium has passed since wessex, and they've clearly met "dozens of times" since then. i think aziraphale's concern does shift over to what would happen to crowley should they be found out. again, he looks happy to see him, and it's crowley that first remarks that the globe was meant to be busy. if crowley presumably is the one more worried about detection, aziraphale would understandably take that to be a reason for concern (despite what crowley says, "[they] don't actually care how things get done, they just want to know they can cross it off the list"), but nonetheless he agrees to the arrangement.

paris (1793):

this time, we learn that aziraphale is actually being monitored relatively closely; heaven is keeping an eye on his miracle usage, claiming that a sufficient number of them are frivolous to warrant a strongly-worded note from the supreme archangel himself. it therefore stands to reason that whilst he still absolutely could miracle himself out of this situation, he attempts to talk his way out of it first. but it also, once again, reinstates that discovery of the arrangement, and their affiliation, is very possible.

crowley turns up, freezes the guard, and 'rescues' aziraphale, who then learns that crowley is taking advantage of humanity coming up with their own atrocities, and claiming credit for it (and initially - and mistakenly - taking that to mean that the reign of terror must be crowley's doing) - but when that's been cleared up, and he thanks crowley for the 'rescue', crowley counters that expressing that specific thing out loud could lead to consequences from his bosses (ie the arrangement doesn't matter because the job gets done, but actively helping the opposition on a personal level? big no-no... which makes me wonder how crowley is possibly able to separate the two... by doing blessings etc., surely he is helping the opposition?). both of them vocalise very clearly that they're aware of the risks - both expressed and subtext - of them interacting with each other closely, but equally they both have no intentions of stopping it, or holding off until things have died down. they're both under scrutiny, and yet still proceed to play with fire by going to lunch.

in terms of what this means for aziraphale's own character development, i personally think it indicates how his feelings for crowley have been emerging since around 1601; the threat of discovery is real, but the friendship, companionship, and the feeling of being understood and known is more and more compelling. but aziraphale isn't stupid, he still knows that there is danger involved with the two of them associating so closely, but i think at times he loses a grasp on how very real that danger is, because of the feeling that crowley gives to him instead (maybe not love, on either part, just yet - but certainly a sense that crowley is very important to him).

edinburgh (1827):

i'll readily admit that i found this minisode a really difficult conundrum when trying to reconcile its events with aziraphale's character development so far, but i think ive at least gotten part of the way there? maybe? (and a small reminder of my... hesitancy... in whether or not this minisode is from aziraphale's perspective).

so aziraphale seems to still be very much set in the black-and-white perspective, right? more than that, he's stating that angels and demons do not have the free will to choose to be anything other than what they're meant to be - good and evil respectively - whereas humanity gets to choose. and stating the obvious, but aziraphale doesn't understand that the reality of being human (poverty, in this case) means that morality doesn't always have a place in survival, and therefore free will gets slightly skewed in that you end choosing to do something you perhaps wouldn't otherwise do, if you felt you had a true choice.

you could argue that this is a regression from the previous history that we've already looked at - and initially i would agree... but i think we have to consider that throughout all of this, aziraphale considers himself - and tbh, he is - a good person. so far, his actions have proven that, bearing in mind the overarching 'threat' (however far you want to extend the scope of that) of heaven, and he extends his empathy to those that are also good on their own merit (including crowley!). but what aziraphale is now having to contend with is what happens when circumstances mean you don't have much room to be a good person; does that condemn them? does that make them worthy of punishment? how can it, when everyone just doing their best with what they have?

when we get to the conversation with dalrymple, the surgeon explains the reason why the bodies are needed in the first place. what i think is also interesting about aziraphale's rationalisation of this whole quandary is the following:

because aziraphale has a point. he's understanding where dalrymple is coming from, acknowledges it, but it's the exploitation angle here that he's now unable to reconcile. sure, fine, you need the bodies for medical advancement, but you're using people who will do anything to earn money to survive, encouraging them to put themselves at risk - both physically and spiritually (from aziraphale's unique perspective) - to do so? that's wrong! ...but dalrymple also has a point; wouldnt it distract him, a surgeon, from the greater good? bodysnatching is at best quasi-legal, and faces sentences up to and meeting execution; why would he risk getting himself so directly involved? and by-the-by; isn't this something that aziraphale, in his own situation with heaven, could empathise with?

aziraphale then learns why the bodies are the in-demand commodity that they are - he's confronted with the consequence of insufficient medical education, and that actually the work may be, whilst through immoral action, working towards a greater good. before, it was just simply for the purpose of better understanding the human anatomy, but the tumour puts in perspective the bigger picture; that a series of objectively immoral actions leads to arguably the greatest moral achievement possible: eradication of preventable and needless suffering. i think that this is where it starts to really resonate that morality is not absolute, and that right and wrong are intrinsically linked by nature of the context* and consequence upon which you judge them. (something something about stepping away from the deontological and instead towards the more consequentialist - perhaps even utilitarianism?*).

***

slight tangent but: if we look at this very thing*, for a moment, with two other scenarios in mind, we know that aziraphale still struggles with separating morality in terms of action and consequence... or is it just simply very intricate? he did struggle in job; he felt he was condemned to fall because he sinned in lying to the archangels - an immoral action - but ended up choosing to lie because it would mean preventing three needless murders, of children no less - ie. a moral consequence. at surface level, a very consequentialist decision.

then, in 2019 with the antichrist; crowley tries to persuade aziraphale into killing warlock in order to stop the apocalypse; in this instance, *the action poses a significantly more serious and graver moral dilemma, even if the end result would be to save the entirety of humanity - the context is very different. in this, aziraphale doesn't budge, and consistently rebuffs crowley's attempts to get him to do it, even when he acknowledges the greater good killing the child could bring. this is more deontological. now, it could be a question of whether aziraphale is reluctant because it would disobey heaven's orders, or because of his own personal moral code, or perhaps even both - but regardless, aziraphale strives instead to find a way around avoiding killing warlock/adam, and come up with a different solution that would bring about the same outcome.

***

but back to the resurrectionists; aziraphale then arrives at rather a misguided conclusion - when he returns to elspeth and morag to offer his assistance, he says:

suffice to say, that is absolutely not what elspeth's angle is here - so again, aziraphale seems to fumble the point entirely. i have toyed with the contrary idea that aziraphale in fact does now understand elspeth's motivation, and does now understand what crowley was saying to him earlier, but has to 'pretend' somewhat that the only reason he wants to help is because of the 'alleviating human suffering' thing (so that essentially if heaven asked why he was encouraging immorality, he could explain it away as being for the greater good), but idk how far i see that... it's possible, but when they move to the graveyard, and crowley points out the advantage that those with money and privilege have in preventing the interrment of their bodies (and the poor "just have to lump it"), he asks aziraphale pointedly if he's alright with this. aziraphale evidently isn't, his face says that enough, but he doesn't voice it.

but then morag gets blasted; she's not even meant to be there, but is just so they can get the job done easier and quicker, and out of love for elspeth - because elspeth asked her to. aziraphale's penultimate moral quandary lies in whether he saves her or not; by his own admission, it's against 'the rules', so to speak, but he can't stand to see something so preventable happen because he chose to follow those rules - not to act. harking back to immoral action leading to moral consequence, that dilemma is put in a very personal context to aziraphale; sure, disobeying the rules might be wrong, but if the consequence of the obedience is far worse? i won't confidently say that he fully learns from the experience, but i do think it sticks with him.

what i feel is worth noting about aziraphale, when they come back to the mausoleum, is that it seems that aziraphale is the first to spot the laudanum on the tomb. not only that, but he can't barely keep his eyes off of it. (*suicide tw*) the interaction that follows immediately feels that aziraphale enters the role of negotiator; his tone is level and calm, he positions himself very warmly and openly, but slowly edges closer to her, and keeps her talking. crowley similarly edges around the room, trusting aziraphale to keep her distracted, so he can swipe the laudanum for himself. obviously crowley then controls the rest of the scene, and used a more dramatic approach in deterring elspeth from taking her own life.

part of that however is by getting aziraphale to give elspeth the contents of his wallet, so she can immediately find herself in a better position in order to make better choices; had she been turned back out onto the streets, and without morag, it probably would result - as crowley said - in her continue to risk her life to earn money, or killing herself before she even gets that far. (*end suicide tw*) aziraphale looks suitably chastened at carrying a substantial amount of money all this time, i think in part recognising the privileged position that must place him in in elspeth's eyes, and shakily hesitates about giving it to her. i do think he knows that the argument he gave at the beginning of the minisode has crumbled somewhat (now that he has seen the full consequences of being in that position), and he looks to crowley in askance to reinstate the holes in that logic as crowley previously said them - and he doesn't argue any further.

elspeth promises to do good, and aziraphale hands it over. it harks back to one of my beginning points; having the free will to choose to do good is only really possible when there isn't an external factor that prevents you from doing so. alleviate, or remove, that hardship - as the 90 guineas did - and there's no reason to think that elspeth won't, in fact, choose to do the good and right thing. before, she was considerably compelled to do bad things - but now she truly is in a position where she can choose. ultimately, aziraphale and crowley have no guarantee on her promise, there's no threat of repercussions if she lied or ends up going back on her word, but ultimately that is free will; the best they can do is put her in a position where she is able to make a choice. that is the right thing to do.

1862:

and so we're back to another dilemma, this time of the more personal kind; crowley asks aziraphale for holy water. ive entertained multiple theories on whether crowley has been in hell since 1827, whether he's been pulled into hell on multiple occasions since 1827, or something entirely different has happened, but all have the same result - crowley is paranoid, he's standoffish, and he's asking for something that he says won't be used to destroy himself, but instead as 'insurance' (which tbh, despite what he said, reads very much like it could be used against other demons or himself). furthermore, aziraphale is cold and distant; marking that something potentially has happened between the two of them, or that aziraphale is aware that they are very much out in the open, and he has to watch how familiar he is with crowley.

the holy water seems to be very much a line that aziraphale is unwilling to cross; and his first reason to not do so is because of the risk it poses to crowley. i don't think it can be denied at this point that even if it's not romantic love - not completely, anyhow - they definitely care for each other. aziraphale is positively vehement that he won't be responsible for crowley's destruction, deliberate or otherwise, and i think a lot of his reaction comes from the fact that crowley would even ask this of him in the first place (and this is of course presuming that aziraphale knows nothing of what prompts crowley to ask for it in the first place).

when crowley retorts that that's not his plan for it, aziraphale is still resistant, and instead adds the further risk that it poses to him personally - that if heaven got wind of it, their arrangement and relationship (of whatever nature it is) would be discovered. it is, doubtless, a substantial risk to aziraphale, but given that he manages to get his hands on it in 1967 without much trouble (at least, that's the impression given), i think that the first reason he gives - that concerning crowley's safety - is probably the truest one.

regardless, it's definitely a line that aziraphale is unwilling to cross, so much so that it descends into them throwing words that evidently hurt the other, and seem to lead them to not even speaking to each other for nearly 80 years. and this time it's not even because the action itself is immoral - aziraphale doesn't indicate that gaining holy water itself is forbidden or difficult - after all, you can visit your local church and odds are that you can nab some pretty easily - but because the potential consequence would be losing crowley forever.

i don't know how far i take this particular interaction to be one deeply concerned with aziraphale's general ethics or sense of morality; more that he just simply cares for crowley a great deal. maybe that informs on his moral alignment more than im giving credit for, idk. we could look at it that aziraphale should absolutely trust crowley - trust his word that he isn't intending to use it on himself - and that perhaps is true, but the sheer fact that aziraphale would be giving crowley something so inherently dangerous to his own person is a very valid reason not to do it, morally or sentimentally - especially as it appears to be a very sudden request without much explanation behind it, to make aziraphale understand why it would be necessary.

1941:

starting with the s1 snippet of 1941, we learn that aziraphale is double-crossing the nazi operatives. to give a rundown of the events that i think likely led to the church scene, aziraphale would have initially denied (or stalled) the nazis' request to find and deliver the books, despite the offer of quite a lot of money (which, let's face it, we know is frankly inconsequential to aziraphale; even without the element of being a celestial being that can miracle up money, we know he's a landlord of some tasty real estate in soho - he's hardly strapped for cash); aziraphale is not stupid, nazis are the bad guys. but because he denied/stalled them, they send in greta posing as a british MI agent to encourage aziraphale to do as the nazis asked - as she likely put it to aziraphale - so that 'british authorities' could take it as an opportunity to apprehend them.

i don't think the above is a stretch - why else would greta have been involved, posing as a home agent, if aziraphale wasn't initially reluctant? - and gives a clear situation in which aziraphale would simply not do something that could help the axis effort. he's not avaricious, and certainly doesn't need wealth, so money holds no sway for him in this; but regardless, he likely stands personally, morally, opposed to the nazis entirely, without hesitation. furthermore, to aziraphale's mind, they are the antithesis of everything that heaven also stands for; he lives in the heart of london, and (as s2 shows quite literally) is surrounded by the destruction caused by the blitz campaign.

moving on to when crowley arrives in the church, i know it's a point of contention that aziraphale assumes that crowley must be involved with the nazis' set up, and that's a fair point. i too find it hard to reconcile, especially given the parallel assumption during 1793 was shot down immediately. however, if we presume that aziraphale and crowley haven't seen each other since 1862, it could be aziraphale still reacting very personally as a result of their argument (i daresay that, for these two, 80 years isn't really that long a time to hold a petty grudge)... but to be honest? crowley still takes assignments from hell, and if there is anything - to aziraphale - that seems like a hellish creation, it's the nazis. as hell's earthly representative, it's not an illogical conclusion to arrive at. but, of course, as crowley rightly says - some of the worst things are purely humanity; free will is a double-edged sword, and humanity has capacity for great evil as well as great good. and aziraphale does know crowley; if crowley had confirmed that he was involved, i think aziraphale's reaction would have been that much more visceral.

then we get the Epiphany that is aziraphale realising he's in love with crowley, and - i'll say it repeatedly - i think he possibly realises that crowley feels something for him too... which sets the whole tone for the continuation of 1941 in s2. i don't think (my brain is like soup at this point, so im sure anyone reading will correct me here) we get much more in 1941 that speaks to aziraphale's moral code until we get to the end, when they're back in the bookshop:

because it's a culmination of everything that they've been through so far, right? that doing the right thing and doing the wrong thing, that good and bad, are interwoven with each other, that one can sometimes define, necessitate, and validate the other, and that everyone - including them - are capable of doing both good and bad things. looking back over their history to date, it's one of their main commonalities - their respective non-conformity to the assumed attributes of their respective sides - and one that binds them together. obviously the irony lies with heaven itself hardly being 'the good place', even if it's meant to be, in the first place - but these are two beings that are unique in their experiences on earth, among humanity, which have led them to developing very complex moral codes that recognises (to varying degrees) that good and bad are not absolutes.

which ultimately leaves us a little confused when we get to 2008, right? as you said, anon - how do we reconcile this aziraphale with the one that is hesitant to stop the apocalypse? well, i think it's almost certain that we've got a missing scene here, one that will be answered in s3; but even looking at s2 - aziraphale's assessment of hell being the bad guys has been cemented in 1941. not only are they in cahoots with the nazis (as far as aziraphale sees it), but they have posed a danger to crowley personally. aziraphale saves the day, but all his concerns about the arrangement have been supported by this one event in the dressing room.

so whilst the black-and-white conversation seems to leave 1941 off on a happy note, take into account any possible imaginings of what happened afterwards, and we'll probably end up with not only the reason why aziraphale chooses to acquiesce to crowley's request for holy water... but also why it appears that they have somewhat cooled off in their association with each other right up until 2008. the risk - originally completely hypothetical - of being caught out in the arrangement has now been made manifest by hell, and there is likely a remaining associated risk with heaven also catching wind. as such, it's not inconceivable that aziraphale retreats back to being incredibly hesitant to cross the company line, hesitant to once again get caught up in this little bliss that has started to emerge (ahhh, love), and instead puts his stock back in at least acting like he is a scrupulous angel of heaven.

1967:

tbh, ive kind of covered that above; there has to be something that develops out of s2-1941 that would cause the tonal shift from the candlelit bookshop, to the alienation in 1967. aziraphale is curt, and short, with crowley - after hearing that crowley has chosen to source holy water by some other means - but is convinced enough to get it for him, and prevent any accidents in crowley acquiring it himself. personal theories aside, i think something must happen that hammers home to aziraphale that having a weapon with which to defend himself, even if there's the further risk to crowley by possessing it, is more important than allowing the risk of crowley being dragged to hell by demons to await whatever Bad Thing/s happened whilst he was there (either in 1827, or at some other point between then and 1967).

so against his clearly-set boundary, aziraphale gives it to crowley. he has to trust that crowley isn't going to use it on himself, or be reckless with it - even going so far as to hand him a flask in his own goddamn tartan pattern* - and still firmly draws the line that whilst maybe one day in the future they'll be able to interact with each other, be together (however romantically-intended or not you want to read that), they can't right now. at the moment, the main reasons that im reading into 'you go too fast for me' is a combination of aziraphale being concerned for crowley's wellbeing (and the risk their association places on that, if we consider 1941), but also because aziraphale himself isn't ready to fully step away from heaven. bear in mind that a lot aziraphale's identity is wrapped around being an angel, and being good - if he were to shirk all of that off, stick it to heaven... where does that leave him? what does that make him? what consequences would that have? in this respect, amongst others, aziraphale is still very much trapped in that same fear as he had in job - but now there's the added context that he's actually in love with crowley, only serving to raise the stakes of all that he has to lose.

*i cannot for the life of me remember where i saw the meta; but someone made the connection that giving someone your tartan, or dressing them in it, is essentially to say that they are your family/clan - uniting in a side - and that they are important to you. it's particularly eye-opening when you take into consideration that aziraphale starts wearing the tartan - as far as we see - after 1827, and when you look at instances of when aziraphale further bestows the tartan on crowley (the bike rack, the jacket collar). perhaps it wasn't ever intended to have that connotation, and it's purely hc, but as a way of aziraphale, potentially, wordlessly telling crowley that he recognises that they are on their side, that devotion and care is still there, even if they now can't risk being seen together? magnificent

modern day (2008-2023):

i promise im getting near the end of this

so the end of 1967 brings us up to present-ish day, and whilst im sure crowley and aziraphale have met up since 1967, i honestly don't think it's been incredibly often, not judging by their first interactions with each other in 2008 as we're introduced to them. but the first major issue - as you pointed out, anon - is that aziraphale is reluctant to stop the apocalypse happening. he hangs on to it being god's plan, and that he can't interfere with it. it does seem, on the surface, to be a regression of his character development, but tbh i don't see it that way at all.

aziraphale is still dancing a very thin line where he has to not only go along with heaven as far as he can, but also has cling to the idea that heaven represents good and light. he hasn't broken away from this yet, and honestly - how could he? what would it mean for him, what could he stand to lose, if he accepted that god and heaven may not be wholly good? what does that make him? it's a safety blanket that, sure, we can observe is one he should have abandoned long ago, so what is stopping him? imo, it's a combination of his self-identity being wrapped up in his being an angel, but also i think a good helping of fear of what could happen if he walked away (nod to omelas); the fear of the unknown is often more frightening than the known.

aziraphale might suspect that the archangels are the corrosive influence in heaven, but he still clings to belief that heaven in the first place was always intended to be good and right. but was it? heaven was once just... heaven. it wasn't good, it wasn't bad, it wasn't really anything - the creation of the fallen, and their descent into their domain (conjecture here; we still don't know what actually happened in the fall), was the element that defines that divide... the fallen challenged/abandoned god, and continue to corrupt her creation, and so they must be the Bad Guys. doesn't that therefore make... heaven the good? it's easy to see where aziraphale arrives at this conclusion - how all of the host arrives at this conclusion, frankly - but angels, i don't think, were ever good in the first place, nor was/is god. they just... are. but produce the concept of an opposite, in every way conceivable, and naturally it becomes a split between good and evil, too. aziraphale is an angel; he is good. crowley is a demon; he is bad. aziraphale is an angel who is just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing. crowley is a demon who is, at heart - just a little bit - a good person. to aziraphale, they may subvert the expectations that their kind would indicate, but it is still who they are at their core.

but back to 2008; aziraphale starts off asserting that heaven - "we" - will win, and it'll all be "rather lovely". i don't think aziraphale has any choice but to believe this, even if he knows what he stands to lose if it happens; crowley waxes on about everything that aziraphale enjoys and will disappear with the apocalypse, but it doesn't convince him. (there's a split second where he seems to have a Moment at the mention of the bookshop, which - yeah, he loves the bookshop and his books, but also everything that the bookshop has represented? hm.) crowley continues on as they approach the bentley, and aziraphale is clearly dithering, almost like it's wearing him down (bc, of course, crowley is right) and making him considerably uncomfortable (and fearful?), to the point that he snaps at crowley to stop.

once they're in the bookshop, aziraphale's guard comes down, and you can tell that he's lamentable about losing aspects of earth/what he can expect from eternity in heaven as crowley points them out. aziraphale becomes a little more candid; "even if i wanted to help, i couldn't. i can't interfere with the 'divine plan'." now look, read into the first bit that aziraphale doesn't actually want to stop armageddon, but... on a personal level, he absolutely does? he doesn't want to lose everything that crowley is pointing out to him, and certainly doesn't want to be subjected to the sound of music on repeat for all eternity - aziraphale absolutely does want armageddon to not-happen, but equally wants to keep his nose clean where heaven and god are concerned. and frankly, when crowley gives him a plausible excuse of chalking aziraphale's efforts to prevent the apocalypse up to it being a ruse to thwart The Demon Crowley... aziraphale practically crumbles like a wet paper bag.

im going to stop at 2008 because honestly this response is obscenely long as it is, and i think how his character develops through s1 and s2 is a lot more apparent (i also think ive talked about it in other asks somewhere, too). but ultimately my personal assessment of aziraphale through the flashbacks/minisodes is that whilst he hasn't had a huge overhaul of his character, his ethical and moral identity has developed and deepened, and remains very complex. there are also, imo, a lot of extenuating factors that influence what he considers to be right and wrong: the threat of heaven, and of hell, the fear of falling and/or losing the identity that he has (and fearing what would happen if he adios'd that entirely), his faith in god, his evolving sentiment and love for crowley, and his fondness of humanity. he may not have made great leaps and strides, resulting in becoming a completely different person, but i don't think that the moral dilemmas posed in the flashbacks wee necessarily meant to do that? more that they are an exploration of the intricate moral code that aziraphale possesses, and how each of these experiences inform on how he chooses to act - or not act - in others as time goes on.

#i hate this response sm it was so unnecessary (again really sorry for the length anon) but i got halfway through and had to Carry On #so yeah enjoy the essay that you didnt ask for and has so many holes in it - unpicking aziraphale would take a dissertation #and a more herculean effort than i have the strength for #good omens #ask #aziraphale meta #flashback meta #1941 spec #sorry forgot the tw!!!!#tw: suicide

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Oooooh, how about Mistletoe with the Moon Knight System (I know they’re technically Jewish, but I can so see them asking the reader to kiss all of them if they were to find one of them fronting under the mistletoe with the reader 🥰).

MISTLETOE

A/N: hi lovely anon, I know I should publish this a lot time ago and I’m sorry it took me a lot of time but here it is, I hope you like it and is what you imagine, I hope you’re having a great time this season and if you have any other request please let me know! Lots of love!!

Christmas celebration

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Your life with Marc wasn’t like any other, for start your boyfriend is the avatar from an egyptian God, and he also shares a body with two other guys who you love just as much as Marc, this was the first time you spend it together. The first time you kissed them under the mistletoe was when you were decorating Steven’s apartment, but it wasn’t Steven who you kissed first. Marc was in charge of the decoration this year and he decided that it was a good idea to ask for your help. You couldn’t help but laugh when you saw him having a hard time with the lights.

-Are you enjoying my suffering?- he asked you, you shook your head

-I’ll never do something like that- you said as you stood from your seat and helped him.

-Why don't I believe you?- he asked, you shrugged your shoulders.

-I have to ask- you said -This is something that looks like Steven’s speciality- he nods -So… why are you doing this?

-We agreed to take turns to decorate- he said -you’re lucky it’s my turn and not Jake’s

-I’m a little shock, I never imagine Jake decorating.

-His idea of decorating is just a stuffed santa- you laugh -Look what we have here- he said as he took the mistletoe out of the box and held it up between the two of you -it seems that you have to kiss me now.

-Really?- you asked him.

-It’s the tradition, they said that if you don’t do it, the one you love got hurt- he said

-Well then we should kiss- you said and he took your head between his head and kissed you passionately as the two of you smiled between kisses -I’m glad nothing is going to happen to Steven- he rolled his eyes.

-Do you want me to change your mind?- he said with a smirk, before he kissed you again, you put your hands around his shoulder making the kiss become deep -yeap the decoration can wait- you giggled as he carried you to the bedroom.

The second kiss belongs to Steven, the two of you were texting each other while you work and making plans to have lunch together, but all your plans blew up when he told you that his boss made him do some inventory. You surprised him at his job with his favorite veggie burrito.

-What are you doing here?- he asked you with that accent that drives you crazy.

-Do you really think that you’ll get rid of me that easily?- you said, making him smile -So let’s do our little picnic right here.

The two of you talk while you eat, you have to admit that you like it when Steven talks to you about history, he makes it more interesting as it was.

-Why are you smiling?

-I like when you talk to me about history- you said -I wish you were my professor- he raised his eyebrow -not it a creepy way, but… professor I don’t think I have enough to pass- you said making him smile -come on. I’ll help you with the inventory- he followed you.

-Wait- he told you to make you stop, when you looked at him he pointed to the ceiling, you smiled at the mistletoe.

-Let me guess, it’s the tradition- you asked, he nodded in response.

-Beside, I know for a fact that you don’t want anything to happen to me right?- he said.

-And why 's that?

-Because- he whispered as he got close to your ear -I'm your favorite- he said winking at you.

-Just don’t tell the others- you said before you finally kissed him -wait did you put that mistletoe there?

-Maybe- he said -I want my mistletoe kiss too- you giggled before you kissed him again.

With Jake everything was different, he was taught, he barely kissed you or took your hand, so you didn’t think he'd be the kind who wants to kiss you under a mistletoe, until you notice he starts to walk under them on purpose, so you start to make excuses to avoid them. That night as he walk beside you he tried to walk under a mistletoe again, but you pretended to search for something in your purse.

-No me jodas- he said.

-What?- you asked him.

-You know what- he said mad -if you don’t want me like the others is ok- he said -I won’t interfere when you're around- he said before he started to walk.

-Hey, you can leave me like that- you said as you stood in front of him.

-Why, so you can show me how you prefer Marc or Steven, no gracias- he said.

-What? Are you crazy?- you asked -if this is about the mistletoe…

-Por Que? Why you don’t want to kiss me?- you scoffed.

-I know it’s dumb but I want you to asked me- you said -You’re not the most expressive person but I want you to ask me for that kiss… I want you to kiss me because you want it, not for some silly tradition- he smiled at you and got close to you.

-I want to kiss you, Bonita- you smiled before you stood down the mistletoe.

-Then do it, handsome- he smile before he walked to you and kissed you and if you were honest this was your favorite kiss.

-Te amo- he said, you kiss him again.

-I love you too handsome.

Xxxxxx

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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Eyes blue

A/N: It’s the end of smutty/fluffy weekend, my loves – I’m sorry I haven’t been as active as normal, but life happened and I had to avert crisis after crisis since Thursday – I love being an adult. WHO CARES, LETS HAVE SOME SMUT.

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Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none! Love y’all so much, thank you for being part of this crazy ride.

MASTERLIST

ASK ME ANYTHING/REQUESTS

Pairing: AU!Best friend!Henry Cavill x female reader

Contains: Language, fluff, sexual tension, smut MINORS DNI, p in v, slight dirty talk, oral (f receiving), cream pie, praise-kink, fingering, fluffy smut (flut?)

W.C.: 3.182

Eyes blue

You knocked on the door, water dripping from your clothes – even your raincoat couldn’t help you in a straight up monsoon, which you had been wading through for thirty minutes. Gotta love the English weather.

The door opened quickly, and Henry’s face popped into view – it went from happy to concerned, when he took your state in. “Holy… Oh God, come inside!” He ushered you in, and you thankfully stepped out of the heavy rain. “Hang on for one second!” He hurried to the closet near the mudroom and found a giant, fluffy towel to hand to you. You dried your face and scrunched water out of your hair before you began removing your raincoat and shoes. You were soaked to the bone. “Did you walk here?” he asked incredulously. “Yup.” “Why?” He asked, grabbing your coat from your hands to throw in the mudroom. You sighed. “That’s a conversation that can wait until I’m dry.” You said dryly. He chuckled and nodded. “Hang on for one moment, I’ll get you something to wear so we can dry your clothes.” You were shivering now, waiting with staggered breathing for him to return.

“Just use the bathroom, here.” He handed you a few pieces of clothing and pointed to the bathroom. You scoffed playfully. “It’s not like I’ve never been here before, I know where your bathroom is.” You replied with a smirk. He rolled his eyes at you. “Well, excuse me for being polite. Please, do drip water all of my hardwood floors, love.” “Ooff. Low blow. It’s not my fault you haven’t had them waxed or something.” He laughed. “Go change. Want tea? Or a toddy?” “Oooooh, a toddy would be great right about now.” You said as you walked to the bathroom. “Yes, ma’am.”

You peeled the wet clothes off, your jeans sticking to your legs like wet paper and finally managed to get everything off to change; even your underwear was soaked through and you discarded both your panties and bra in the pile of wet clothes, quickly pulling on the very loose sweatpants and way too big t-shirt on, before pulling warm, thick, woolen socks on – the one his mom had given him this past Christmas, you noted – your feet, sighing contently as warmth wrapped around you. It smelled like him too, a faint scent of detergent and sandalwood permeating your nose. Comfortable, honestly.

You found him in the living room with two steaming cups of his homemade toddy on the sofa table, the fireplace going and the tv going on low volume. You sat down with a groan and grabbed the cup, blowing gently on it and letting your hands warm up. “Sooo…” He began, eyeing you casually. “Why did you walk here? You live on the other side of town.” You sighed and drank a sip, letting the toddy warm you. “Well… Harry decided that it would be better for us if he wet his dick in Shirley.” You said with a tightlipped smile. “No.” His eyes widened. “Yes.” “Oh, what a twat!” He huffed. “I knew he was bad news.” “Yeah, yeah, I know, I told you so, yada-yada.” You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t even that into him, really. I just… Ugh.”

You hadn’t dated Harry for long – two months more or less – and he was sort of cute, somewhat agreeable and the sex was okay. The fact that you found him buried balls deep in his ex didn’t sting as bad as the fact that he had told you that you had been boring. Dickwad.

“You know, we always end up doing this, don’t we?” He asked after both the cups had been drained. “What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “This. You know, date people who are very much below what we deserve.” He said with a smile, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes darted across your body. “Oh. I guess so.” You didn’t want to admit it, but he was the reason you dated around, never finding someone good enough for you – you were holding out hope for the best, which meant your best friend. “You know what, I think this is the first time since we’ve met that we’re both single at the same time.” You said with a small giggle. The toddy must’ve gone to your head. “I guess it is.” He replied. “You want to know something stupid?” You asked after a while, simply staring into the fire. “Something stupid from you? Revolutionary.” You rolled your eyes at him and playfully punched his arm. “Shut up. No, seriously.” “Yeah, tell me.” He turned his body a little towards you. “You know what he told me the reason was?” You swallowed thickly. He shook his head. “I was boring. In bed. Or out of it, I didn’t really wait around for clarification. God, he’s an ass.” Henry chuckled. “A royal ass. You’re the least boring person I know, Y/N, I can promise you that.” He glanced out of the window, where the rain was still coming in droves. “Listen, I think it’ll be best if you stay over. I don’t want you to walk in this weather and I have had too much to drive.” You nodded, deciding not to mention the tube or the buses that still ran. “Alright.” “You can take my bed.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m not taking your bed away from you, Henry. Honestly, I’ll be fine on the couch.” He raised an eyebrow. “You have complained about this couch just for sitting more times than I can count, and you’ll have me believe it’s just fine to sleep on?” “Well, I’ll deal.” “Nope.” You groaned. “You’re insufferable.” “You’re stubborn.” He grinned at you, and you realized how close you’d gotten to him – the warmth of his body radiated to you, almost rivaling the slow burn of the fireplace. “We can both sleep in the bed, then.” When did your voice drop to a hushed whisper? “I suppose we can.” His nose was close to touching yours now, and you realized how blue his eyes were in the dim light. “As long as you don’t hog the covers.” The moment – real or not – was ruined as he smirked and moved away from you, grabbing the cups from the table. “Let’s get ready for bed, I’ve got an early day tomorrow.” You groaned and fell back against the couch, closing your eyes. Fucking damnit.

You quickly brushed your teeth with a spare toothbrush next to Henry – he kept glancing at you in the mirror, his lips twitching into a smile every once in a while, and you felt the heat on your cheeks – for some reason, the air around you had been charged with electricity, and now brushing your teeth became kind of… Sexy. The way he wiped his lips free from toothpaste was downright unbearable and the small wink he gave you as he left you to your own devices in the bathroom, made your knees buckle. You tried to shake the thoughts of him out of your head – maybe you were getting sick, and you were hallucinating. He wasn’t flirting, because… Well, you were friends. Friends don’t flirt.

You climbed into bed next to him and sighed in relief – the bed was soft and warm, and the covers seemed to be made out of freaking angel wings. It was heavenly. You adjusted yourself a little, before smiling at Henry. “Goodnight, Henry. Thank you for letting me stay.” “No worries, I wouldn’t want you to get sick.” He said, smiling. “Sleep tight, love.”

It took thirty minutes before you were comfortable enough and your breathing was right to drift off; the feeling of his body so close to you had you reeling and you were trying to shift ever so slightly to relieve some of the pressure between your legs, pressing your thighs together without disturbing him. His breathing was even, so you imagined that he was already fast asleep, but you? No, you tried to turn your head off until you finally willed it enough to slowly, but surely drift off. “Y/N?” His voice was hushed and slightly sleepy. “Mhm?” You didn’t open your eyes. “Er… Can I… It’s cold, isn’t it?” You hadn’t noticed if you were honest. “Uhm…” “Can I spoon you? You’re hogging the covers.” He mumbled. You sighed but turned to your side and allowed him to come to you, pressing his body against yours with a content sigh. His hand drifted to your waist before wrapping around you, his fingers resting on the underside of your boobs. Your breath hitched at that. You shifted a little, trying to get comfortable, when you felt something hard against your ass. “Henry…” You bit your lip. “I’m sorry, okay, but you’re squirming around and pressing against me. It’s a very normal reaction.” He said, tightening his grip on you. “Sure, it is.” You chuckled a little. “If you want to have sex with me, you can just say it.” You joked, but the silence that came after, was deafening. “Henry?” his breathing had turned ragged. “Would it be so bad if I did?” he asked in a whisper, voice trembling. You shifted again, but this time just to experience the feeling of his hard length against you again. “Not at all.”

He groaned and his hand found your breast, grabbing it tightly and rolled his hips against yours. You moaned and rolled your own back to meet his, your eyes closing as he pinched your nipple through the t-shirt. “Turn around.” He whispered, lips dancing on your neck. You turned, instantly letting your hands find their place on his neck and looked him in the eyes. It was a mere millisecond, no longer than the breath before, and his lips found yours with unbridled passion and longing. You moaned against them, wrapping yourself as tightly as you could around him, your leg over his hips, and rolled your hips again, letting your clothed pussy move against his groin. His tongue found yours and massaged it, while his hands were everywhere – they traveled under your shirt, pinching and pulling at your nipples, and you almost forgot how to kiss; the feeling of his fingers on you was amazing.

“Off.” He mumbled and pulled at the waistband of the sweatpants, you had borrowed, and you quickly removed your hands from the nape of his neck to inch them down, desperate for anything at this point. You were dripping wet, the slick gathering on your thighs, and you whimpered against his lips and pressed your thighs together to create some sort of friction. He pulled his own pants down, lips still clinging to yours, both of the pieces of fabric ending on the floor. You were ravenous, wanting to devour him – it felt extraordinarily right with his lips on yours and you relished in the feeling. You felt his hard cock against your stomach and realized how big he was with a gasp. Your hand traveled down between your bodies and wrapped around his length.

He hissed and bucked his hips when you made contact with it. You began stroking him deeply, allowing yourself to fully remark how he felt in your hand; heavy and warm, a pulse throbbing on the underside, and you were desperate to get him inside of you. He pulled his lips from yours, gasping, and kissed your nose. “Lay back on your back.” He murmured, kissing your neck and collarbone. You nodded once and followed instructions, as he began kissing downwards, slowly inching down to your slick pussy.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for forever, darling… Wanted you for so long… I’ve dreamt of tasting you, feeling you cum on my tongue…” He shot you a wicked smile as he reached the bottom of your stomach, and that sight alone might’ve made you come undone. “Can I taste you, love?” You nodded, too out of breath to answer with words. He chuckled and kissed your stomach before going to both of your thighs, leaving tiny lovebites in his wake. You were absolutely a mess.

He kissed your pussy, still teasing you and you groaned. “Henry, for the love of God, stop teasing me.” You mumbled, trying to claw at his hair to get him where you needed him. He blew cool air on you, and you gasped. “Only because you ask so nicely, my darling.” With that, he licked a long stripe against your folds, ending on your bundle of nerves, that sent shockwaves through your entire body, making you arch your back up. If you thought you knew what pleasure was before, you had been wrong. Henry’s tongue was nirvana, and you were floating on bliss as he licked you, eating you with sinful sounds and moans. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby… You’re so good to me, aren’t you?” you nodded breathlessly. He continued eating you out, tongue soft and hard on your clit and added two fingers, pulling them in and out of you, dragging against your walls and curling them up. You were so fucking close, it was near ridiculous. He sensed the way you tightened around his fingers. “You’re going to cum, darling? For me, please, let me see you cum… I want you, can you be a good girl for me and cum...?” He mumbled against your pussy and you bucked against him, your high so close, you barely could see. “Cum for me, love.” You exploded around him as he curled his fingers even more and moved faster, his tongue lapping you up, not ready to spill even a single drop. It shouldn’t be possible to feel this good, his tongue so sinful against your slick heat, and your entire body was taut as a bowstring as you came around him.

When you had come down a little, he slowly removed his fingers and tongue from you and kissed wet trails back up your body until he reached your lips, kissing you deeply. You tasted yourself on his tongue. You tried to grab at him and slowly lower yourself to his cock, but he shook his head. “All about you tonight, love.” “I guess I’ll save it for tomorrow then.” You said with a small smile. He chuckled and lined himself up with you, holding himself hovering over you. “Are you sure you want this, darling? I can…” “Henry, baby, if you don’t get inside of me, I swear to all that’s holy that I’ll fuck you raw myself.” You threatened – you both knew it wasn’t a threat, but he chuckled anyway and slowly pushed inside of you.

You both gasped as he bottomed out, and you were trembling under him, clawing at his back; you had never been this full before, and you were stretched to the point where it almost hurt; if he hadn’t gone down on you, it probably would’ve. He began slowly rocking in and out of you, drawing long strokes against your walls, his balls slapping against your ass as you wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts. He was moaning, words tumbling from his lips as his lips found your neck, your cheeks, anything he could kiss as he held you tightly. “Y/N… You’re fucking perfect, god… Can you cum for me again, darling? Can you be good for me and cum again, I want to feel you cum on my cock…” You were almost disappearing from the physical plane of this world, his words and cock combined a lethal poison to you. You were meeting his thrusts sloppily, nearing the precipice and the coil in you tightened again. When he thrust deeply inside of you, his tip hitting your cervix, you came undone with a scream of his name, your legs tight around his body as his thick cock slid in and out of you. “Good girl, such a good girl for me… Well done, baby…” He kissed you deeply and sped up – you where whimpering against his lips, your fingers tangled in his hair to keep his lips on yours, and you were barely coherent whenever his lips did leave yours. “Fuck, you feel so good, darling. You’re so fucking wet for me, my sweet girl…” He moaned again. “Look at you taking me so well, love, so deep… You’re stretching over me, fuck, it’s so good…”

“Henry… Fuck, Henry…” You were moaning his name, whispering it like a mantra over and over in sync with his thick cock sliding inside of you again, and you felt a familiar tingle run over your body. You were beat, there was no way you could no another, but he urged you on. “Baby… Come on, you can give me one more…” “Henry… I can’t, I can’t…” You were moaning louder now, your slick coating his balls and lower abdomen, but he simply chuckled and angled his hips a little more to hit even deeper. “You can give me one more, love…” He groaned and buried his face in the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “Baby… Fuck, baby, cum with me…” he mumbled against your neck, breath fanning out. You mewled and your eyes rolled back as you clenched around him, dragging his cock deeper inside of you. “Henry!” You screamed his name until you were hoarse, and your third orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks – it overwhelmed you, coming so strongly that your body went taut again, shaking as he fucked you over the edge and into oblivion. His pace faltered, coming close himself, but he refused to do it alone. You were barely down from your last orgasm, when he managed to get a hand between your bodies and began rubbing soft, perfect circles on your clit with a calloused finger. You whined as pleasure shot up in your body, goosebumps rising on your skin, and you were done in. you would never, ever want anyone else than this man and what he was doing to you.

You came with a silent scream and his praises of good girl, doing so good for me filled your ears until he groaned and stilled inside of you, filling you with his warm spend; it warmed you in a way you had never tried before, and you rolled your hips to meet his, making sure you took everything he had to give you.

After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out – both of you hissed at the loss of contact – and he laid down next to you, pulling you into a spooning position again. You wiggled your hips and whined again. “Please, can you just…” You whispered. He chuckled. “You want me in you?” You nodded eagerly and he kissed your shoulder. “Whatever you ask, I’ll give you.” He found your spent hole again and slowly entered you, simply filling you out and wrapped a hand around you.

“I like spooning.” You mumbled sleepily. He chuckled. “I like you.” He whispered as an answer. You smiled against your pillow and sighed happily. “I like you too.”

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