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ineffable-endearments · 3 years

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Okay. Now I'm going to submit some theories about how I think Crowley and Aziraphale specifically are going to go in the future of Good Omens.

Again, this post is not really...specific theorizing about plot events. It's big-picture stuff.

With that said, this post will get a bit heavy at times, in the sense that it will contain opinions that not everyone will like. It drifted into rambling about queerbaiting and all that stuff. I'm not going to spam anyone's dashboard with drama over it, but it's very possible someone else might try. It's also not really a negative post, depending on what you want to hear, I suppose. But if you're only in the mood to read fluff today, you'll probably want to pass it up.

Oh! Also it's very long, and sexuality is discussed in a vague way that doesn't involve any story elements or body parts.

For starters, I don't think Good Omens 2 - or even 3, if that comes about - is going to have anything explicitly sexual or romantic between the two of them, where "explicit" is things like the characters giving outright definitions of their relationship or outright discussing exactly what goes on between them, either on or off-screen. I also don't think there's going to be kissing or "hooking up" (come on...that person on Twitter shouldn't have even asked). Those actions are too blatant for what Neil has already said about the series. While they technically leave some room for interpretation, they probably don't leave enough.

I DO think it's quite possible other characters will continue to define the relationship FOR them and Crowley and Aziraphale will continue to not deny it.

As far as the queerbaiting debate, "is Good Omens queerbaiting"...it's gonna depend how you define it. I always learned that queerbaiting was basically where the creators intentionally make it look like a character is gay or otherwise queer but then swap that character development out for a cis identity and hetero relationship at the end. The point is that the "bait" leads to queer audiences being actively hurt. That's the behavior that seems awful to me, and I don't see Neil and company doing that.

However, I think it's far and away the most likely option that it will be left up to interpretation whether Crowley and Aziraphale are, you know, a buddy duo or a romantic couple or some sort of ineffable queerness all their own off-screen. So if your definition of queerbaiting is "the characters seem gay to us, but homophobes can tell themselves they're not," then yes, I think that debate will follow us to our graves if we let it.

I am a cisgender, possibly straight (?? demi/bi? I might never find out) woman. There is absolutely no way I could ever tell anybody, ESPECIALLY not gay guys and nonbinary people - the people Crowley and Aziraphale tend to resemble the most - how to feel about their treatment in the story. All I can offer is that I'm one flawed individual and there are things I have the emotional capacity to handle and things I don't. Crowley and Aziraphale as both a canon construct and a fandom pairing mean an absurd amount to me, and I can't hang around in spaces where people are constantly talking about how my own interpretations of them are not enough, or how the story is written with ill intentions. I don't want to stop anybody from venting about it, but I am going to be removing myself from those situations.

I like to imagine 1990 NeilandTerry, or TerryandNeil, as a sort of two-headed God who came up with Crowley and Aziraphale, set them loose on Creation, and now are watching them get up to way more ridiculous stuff in the brains of their fans than they'd ever imagined in the first place. I like to imagine them watching, amused and bemused, as their creations fall in love in thousands of universes, and saying, "Well, we didn't specifically Plan for this, but we did promise free will."

This is psychoanalytical toward a public figure and is therefore a bit dangerous, so please take it with an entire mountain of salt, but I sometimes think perhaps Neil sees some of his and Terry's friendship in Crowley and Aziraphale, and suspect that he wants to reserve the possibility that they could be platonic because he and Terry were platonic, while at the same time leaving room for the fans to have their own interpretations, too. Because if there's one thing that comes up really frequently with Neil, it's his belief in imagination and how much stories matter to people. He can have his little corner of the universe where A and C reflect himself and Terry, and we can have...literally anything we want, as long as we're willing to extrapolate just a little bit from canon. It's not even that much extrapolation! It's just "Yes, they love each other, so what exactly does love mean to you?" and if love means kissing, well then, if we can think it, we can have it.

Given that Neil has written LGBT+ characters before, I think he has non-bigoted reasons for wanting Aziraphale and Crowley to remain undefined, and given even the small chance that those reasons may involve the grieving process for a dead friend, I believe it is unkind to argue with him about it or hold his reputation hostage over it.

With that said, do I want canon kissing/hooking up/all that stuff we put in fics? Listen, I can't deny that I do! Personally, I'd be over the moon. I'd probably be so happy I'd have to go to the hospital to get sorted out. Even the thought of it makes me giddy and light-headed, because that physicality is a part of my own experience of love.

However, there are a lot of people who would feel left behind if that happened. Ace and aro people in the fandom whose love for their friends and partners is just as strong as mine, but who are sex-repulsed or just don't want to see kissing on-screen. The loss of Crowley and Aziraphale as a pairing who are extremely easy to interpret as queerplatonic would be hurtful to them, and I do not want to see them hurt like that. I don't think Neil does, either.

So, once again, the "best for everyone" option becomes a really strong canon relationship based in both narrative function and profound affection, which has genuinely thoughtful queer undertones and leaves open the logical possibility for romantic or sexual encounters but does not insist that they must happen. People, especially fans who are super invested, tend to have an easier time imagining scenarios that take place off-screen (e.g. kissing, sex) than they have erasing scenarios that they've already seen in canon (e.g., if someone wished they could continue viewing it as an ace relationship but they were shown "hooking up"). Also, while relationships are super emotional and extremely subjective, I'd argue that in a long-term adult partnership, the non-sexual connection is more important than the sexual one. As a fan, I'd prefer to extrapolate "they love each other so maybe they'd have sex" rather than "they're sexually attracted to each other so maybe they'll intertwine their whole existences together."

It probably isn't necessary to add, but I will anyway: I'm aware that Good Omens is sort of sacrificing social leverage - the ability to whack homophobes over the head with canon if they try to deny the show's queerness - and is thus not really contributing to making specifically gay relationships more widely seen and accepted. However, I don't think all stories have to invest heavily in every social issue they touch on for them to still be meaningful. I also do think Good Omens is an excellent example of a relationship that is extremely profound without being heteronormative.

I don't think the next season is going to be a rom-com. It will likely not even be a "love story," where the definition of "love story" is "a story that follows the development of a relationship and employs certain plot beats to make its point." Remember that conflicts and breakups are key to love stories, so if it IS a love story, then we're going to have to watch the relationship get challenged in ways some of us might have thought were already resolved in season 1! And while that could be thrilling and ultimately very good, it would also be likely to undercut some of the careful headcanoning and analysis we've already done. Any sequel is going to do that to some degree, but a second love story would probably do it a lot, with interpretations that people are even more protective of.

I'm sort of thinking the next season is likely to be a fantasy-heavy mystery, only because those are the two concepts Neil's introduction led with - an angel with amnesia who presents Crowley and Aziraphale with a mystery. Crowley and Aziraphale's connection to each other can still absolutely be a major theme! It can still be the thread stitching the plot together! It just probably, in my opinion, won't escalate and escalate and escalate like it did in season 1. And it will probably be woven in there among a lot of other plot threads that are, in many moments, louder. Still, I'd love to be left with the impression of these two existences, the light and the dark, subtly becoming more intimate, subtly growing more comfortable in this shared place they've chosen in the universe, gradually starting to behave like they know they aren't alone in the world anymore, all while other things happen to and around them.

Nonsexual physical intimacy - a really great hug, or leaning together on the sofa, or a forehead touch, or something like those, something that could happen in a lot of different kinds of relationships but is undoubtedly based in deep trust and affection and a desire to be close...that's the dream, for me. Oh, how lovely it would be.

Of course, I could be just absolutely, embarrassingly wrong about all this. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

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deans-baby-momma · 6 years

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Rescue Me-Chapter 6

A/N: GAME CHANGER!!!! Smut and all that it involves.

Dean sighs. “I feel so lost,” he starts, his voice quiet and timid. “I’ve got no idea what to do for the best when it comes to the bar.” His eyes glaze over with tears, making my heart clench for the broken man beside me. I feel so fortunate that he trusts me enough to let his walls be temporarily taken down; to let me in. Dean and I have been friends for most of our lives but he has always been a man of few words, never let his feelings show. “What if my prior actions lead to negative reviews for the business? What if I have to close it down? What will I do then? Sam was right. I should’ve just kept it in my pants,” he says, sighing. Running a hand over his head, he looks toward me. “What if I lose everything?”

“You’re human, Dean. We all make mistakes, none of us know what we’re doing. ” He watches me closely, taking in every word that comes out of my mouth. “Your family loves you, no matter what. You need to stop beating yourself up and instead, take a moment to realise you’re doing the best that someone could do in your position.

“You’re such a beautiful person, and the people who love you will see that, no matter what decisions you have to make.” I gently cup the side of his face, his eyes closing as he melts into the touch. He places his hand on top of mine, placing a small kiss to my palm before holding my hand within his own. Opening his eyes, we just stare at one another.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. I feel naked under his gaze, insecurities eating away at me.

“How is it you always know what to say?” He whispers, a smile appearing on his face. I mirror his expression, butterflies erupt in my stomach due to his compliment.

“I don’t. All I do is tell the truth. Sometimes it just takes someone else to help you see it for yourself.” We continue looking at each other, eyes taking the other in. I can see each individual eyelash, each hazel speck in his bright green eyes.. My gaze flickers down, his pink lips looking so kissable.

Catching myself, I look back up to his eyes. He’s watching me intently, my body heating up under his watchful eye. His hand comes up, his fingertips softly pushing back a stray lock of hair, curling it behind your ear. My eyes close subconsciously for a second, his touch so welcoming and wanted..

I barely believe it when he starts leaning in. Dean Winchester, the man I have grown to love is leaning toward me as if he is going to kiss me. I follow his lead, both of us taking our time, as if the moment would be ruined if we didn’t.

Finally, his lips touch mine, cautious at first, softly experiencing each other for the first time. His fingers weave through my hair, pulling slightly as the kiss deepens. I lightly tug at his necklace, a black cord with a amulet of a miniature of his beloved Impala; a childhood gift from his brother.

We lose ourselves in one another, the kiss getting more heated as we both thirst for more. He moves one leg over me, resting his hands on either side of my head as he hovers over me, his tongue slipping past my lips. I touch him, my hands exploring his soft, broad back. I gently suckle on his plump lower lip, nibbling slightly, making him groan in appreciation.

I can feel him through his jeans, his hard on touching my thigh. Throwing caution into the wind, I slip my hand between our bodies and caress the bulge.

He moans quietly as I stroke him through his clothing, his lips coming to suckle at my neck. I already know I’m going to have marks tomorrow, but I couldn’t care less, the thought of Dean leaving his mark makes me moan. His facial hair tickles at my skin as I carry on with my ministrations,

“Fuck baby,” he moans, coming back meet his lips with mine. “Let me see you.“ He asks in between kisses. I nod and he pushes himself away. I watch as he begins undressing. Nerves bubble up in my stomach, worries that he’ll be repulsed by my body when he sees me bare. My ex-husband always found some infarction with my body. He always told me I needed to watch what I ate, exercise more, but when he had informed me that he had made an appointment for plastic surgery was the moment I realized that he didn’t see me for me. He saw the me he thought he could mould me in to. The next week I packed your bags and left him, heading back home to Lawrence, Kansas. Back to my best friend. Back to someone who would see me like I saw myself. I try to shake the nervous feeling off, knowing I’d only ruin it for myself if I didn’t. I quickly shed my clothes, lying there in just a tanktop and a pair of plain panties.

Dean rejoins me on the bed and starts to kiss down my body, peppering my collar bones with kisses. He grasps one of the straps of my tank top between his teeth, pulling it down leisurely. He uses his fingers to push it the rest of the way down, helping me to slip it off my arm completely. He repeats the process with the other strap, still making sure to grace my skin with his lips every step of the way.

Once both of my arms are free, he looks at me, silently asking if it’s okay to continue. I nod, granting him permission; my body hot and flustered from his attention.

He starts to pull down the top of my tank, exposing my breasts. He kisses the tops of them, leaving his marks all over, before he takes one nipple in his mouth. His hand comes up to knead the other, his fingers pinching and twisting at the bud. My hands find home in his hair, lightly tugging at the short locks as I close my eyes, reveling in the pleasure.

He continues his path, his hands pushing down my top and underwear as he kisses my stomach. I use my feet to remove them the rest of the way off, laying bare in front of him, him just in his boxer briefs..

Dean looks my body up and down, his eyes drinking it in. “Damn, you’re so beautiful. How have I only just realised what a perfect woman I’ve had in front of me all this time?”

My heart could burst, his words slipping through my ears and repeating themselves in my mind. Was this actually happening?

A soft kiss placed on my forehead brings me back to reality. Dean runs his thumb across my lips before placing a gentle kiss there, too.

He sighs deeply, my full attention is on him, waiting to see what he has to say. “I just want you to know, I don’t want this to be just sex. Just a one time thing. I want you to be my girl. You’ve stuck by me through so much shit, always looking after me and making sure I’m alright.

“Sam loves you, Jess loves you. They’ve been bugging me for months to grow some balls and ask you out. I guess I was just scared. Everyone I care about always seems to leave, or get taken from me.” He swallows, a nervous expression on his face.

“I’m not going anywhere, Dean. Sure, something could happen to me, but something could happen to any of us. Life is too short to be worrying constantly. I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you at the age of seven.“ I tell him, bringing my lips up to meet his.

He laughs loudly, causing my soul to sing at the wonderful sound. “I think I fell in love with you that day also.” He whispers, nuzzling into my neck, placing a single kiss on the sweet spot there.

I run my hand down his chest, his firm abs making me hum in appreciation. The sexual tension is immediately back, his teeth pulling at my skin as I push down the last piece of his clothing. My legs wrap around his waist, my hand slipping between the two of us to bring his shaft to my entrance.

No words are spoken as he pushes into me, my tight, warm walls taking all of him. My mouth parts in pleasure, a gasp escaping as Dean grazes his stubble against my skin, both of us basking in the feeling of him inside me.

I squeeze his biceps as he draws out, thrusting back into me deeply, my nails leaving crescent shaped marks. He rests his forehead against mine, his lips hovering but not touching. His thrusts are perfectly timed, long and deep, my body sinking into the sheets as he fills me up completely.

“Dean…“ I gasp, my legs pulling him into me, my body arching to meet his thrusts.

“I know, baby.” His hand comes down to rub my clit, his lips kissing mine once more. I’m a mess, hair sprawled on the pillow, perspiration droplets on my forehead. But I’ve never felt more beautiful, more cherished.

My nails scratch at his back as I come, stars clouding my vision. My walls clench around his dick, the sensation causing him to moan into my mouth. I’m overcome with pleasure, my whole body on cloud nine as I ride out my high.

“Oh god, I’m gonna come.” He whispers, my teeth sucking where his jaw meets his neck, making a mark of my own. I tug at his short brown hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. With a grunt, I feel his warm seed empty into me, my legs pulling him in deeper. He kisses me intensely and passionately, once more before pulling out of me slowly and rolling over onto his back. He covers the both of us over with the duvet, pulling me into his side and kissing the top of my head.

We both lay in silence for a moment, taking everything in. I smile to myself, tracing random patterns on his chest.

“I think I could get used to this.” He breaks the silence, his chest vibrating as he speaks.

I look up at him, a small smile present on his lips. “Me too.”

I fall to sleep in his arms, satisfied and completely and hopelessly in love with my best friend.

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