Aziraphale starts lusting after Crowley

excerpt: "Gosh, Crowley thinks to himself. Is Aziraphale really that drunk? He thought he was more dramatic. Does he really take his English that seriously? Crowley puts on a robe and walks around the dull lit hotel room. He groans. Technically demons don't really need to sleep, but Crowley swears that his body is uncomfortable after the consumption of too much alcohol. His mind is too bottled up from talking earlier that he jumps into bed and barely thinks of his surroundings. His body merely feels exhausted, aching from the effort of suppressing his desires." All my late night writings when I refused to sleep. There's no broken english, I've made sure of it! It's a short story of Crowley and Aziraphale :) And yes, the cover is my very OWN artwork lol!

That was no way to think, just because a stupid ex-nun misinterpreted a blamelessly hostile situation. That way lay madness. That way lay an angel with disapprovingly pursed lips and pitying pale eyes and "My dear boy, I'm so *very* sorry, but..." and Armageddon would come as a relief after that, really.

Just a bunch of one shots for those ineffable husbands ♤ Requests: OPEN as of 9/13/23 (dm me or comment)

This is two things 1. The Wattpad adaptation of a story I wrote personally for a friend of mine 2. The y/n friendly version that caters more to me I wrote this story originally in two hours so yes it's really short. Apologies. Just to clarify there will be two chapters.

This is a rewrite of my other Ghostface x reader story. !!!DANNY JOHNSON, NOT BILLY OR STU!!! I love yall and hope u enjoy the story❤

(THIS GOT REWRITTEN) [PLEASE NOTE: The cover is not usually blurry, I created this with PhotoShop and made it with 300 resolution and 1024x1600, so it SHOULD look pristine. Also, I'm basing this Jason (appearance-wise) on Part 3 Jason. This Jason Voorhees is played by Richard Brooker, who has BLUE eyes. I don't want anyone to correct me on eye colour because quite frankly it's rather annoying. Also, this doesn't mean I'm going to be using Part 3's storyline, just using the Jason<3 DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Friday the 13th, nor the Reader/main character and camp/lake involved. This is merely a fan-fiction. Ciao!] DESCRIPTION: (Y/n) (L/n) - a sixteen year old - grew up in a children's home, not knowing who her parents were or what happened to them. Instead, she goes through everyday life alone; getting name-called and picked on as her self-esteem withered away like an unwatered rose. Her only solace is sketching in a sketchbook with a signature written in it - the last thing left by her mother. The only two people who are actually nice to her are Anna and Lynda - a couple of women who work at the children's home. But what will happen when (Y/n) joins a group of teenagers, who plan to set off to Camp Crystal Lake? With the jovial Jon, condescending Courtney, cruel Kathy, spiteful Stephanie, crack-addict Cara, abusive Axel, lousy Luke and juvenile James, how will (Y/n) endure her trip to the camp? After gaining a secret admirer, losing her sketchbook and being scorned by the teens, she ends up being hunted - but not by the person you'd expect. Who will survive the oncoming slaughter?