•Good Omens Oneshots•

"Say cheese!"

~I laughed when the mention of Crowley inventing the selfie came into the show because of the infinite amount of ways that could have happened. This is just one way he could have gotten the idea. ;)~

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It was 1839 and I was feeling good about my deeds for the day. I caused a bar fight and managed to litter. I slouched back into the bench and gazed at the passing civilians.

After several minutes of nothing exciting for me to do, I decided to go pop in and say hello to my good friend.

As I strolled through the streets I caught sight of the cafe that the angel was sure to be in. As I entered I scanned the tables attempting to find the familiar face.

"Would you like a table sir?" Asked a waiter as he approached me.

"Does there happen to be a table by the name of Aziraphale?" I asked.

"Oh yes, right along that side sir," he said pointing with his finger as I looked over.

I saw my friend indulging himself in his meal, his back facing me. I smiled and crept up from behind.

I slowly leaned in close to his ear, "surprise!" I hissed.

Aziraphale jumped in his seat and gasped. "Oh Crowley!" He exclaimed.

"Hello angel," I said with a smirk as I slinked into a chair across from him.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Just saying hello, I was in the area."

"Right..." Aziraphale said.

"In the mood for anything...?" I asked.

"Not specifically," replied Aziraphale.

I nodded and motioned a waiter over to our table. "Give me a bottle of your best wine," I said.

Once the waiter went off I looked back at Aziraphale who held a small smile.

~time lapse!~

I groaned as I guzzled straight from the bottle. Aziraphale and I were back at his bookshop sprawled on a sofa.

"What- *hiccup* was the point of tthis vissit anyWaYs..?" Slurred Aziraphale.

I giggled a bit, "I don't remember."

Another hour passed and at least a dozen of empty bottles were scattered among the long closed bookshop.

I gasped as I shot from the sofa seat, "I rememberrr wha- the vissit was abbout!" I exclaimed.

Aziraphale shot up from next to me at my sudden outburst as I had just woken him up from his drunken daze.

I moved my shaky hand in front of me and snapped my fingers. In my grasp appeared a bulky box.

"It's a camera," I announced as Aziraphale closed in to me and squinted at the device.

"What for?" He drawled in long words.

"I've invented something," I said.

"You whaaa...??" Slurred Aziraphale.

"I call it the selfie."

"Wha-?"

"Come here angel," I ordered as I pulled the angel in closer towards me.

I took the box at an arms length away from the both of us, still keeping my other arm around his shoulders. I clicked a button on the box and it clicked as it took the world's first ever selfie.

"Look!" I said excitedly as I turned the box over to see the new picture that I created.

It was the both of us with lopsided smiles staring into the lense. Aziraphale smiled and sighed as he leaned back.

He seemed to be more wiped than I was from the drinks we've been having for the past hours. He was fast asleep as he drowsily sprawled across the couch. Soon his legs were sprawled across my lap as I stared at him and smiled.

Tucking the new selfie under my arm I leaned back and fell asleep into a warm slumber. The soft snoring of the angel accompanied the night as I fell into darkness, sighing with satisfaction.

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~Sorry this was short! I have other oneshot ideas ahead and not much time to do them so sorry for the sloppiness and lack of grammar accuracy! Also 1k reads is awesome! I couldn't thank the people who read these more! ;)~