How long have we been friends? Six thousand years!
feelin fanficcy, might card my fingers through my hair as i toe off my shoes later, idk
crowley: tell me anything you want, angel, every little dirty thing, i’m going to ravish you, tell me what to do and i’ll do it
aziraphale: i would like to have sex with you
crowley: /mouth agape, eyes wide, flails back against the wall, clutching his pearls
feelin fanficcy, might card my fingers through my hair as i toe off my shoes later, idk
This made me smirk, and quietly chuckle, eyes shining with delight.
As I reflect on fanfics past, a soft gentle smile quirks my lips as my eyes grow misty with reminiscence.
oh my god, i adore aziraphale and crowley having really bad, awkward sex
feelin fanficcy, might card my fingers through my hair as i toe off my shoes later, idk
The problem with writing every character as though they’re the hero of their own story is that sometimes you realise the third extra from the left has a more interesting story than your nominal protagonist.