#also in the show he's so smitten with Crowley it's actually embarrassing

[idliketobeatree]

rereading the book omens again and I must admit, Aziraphale really is That Bitch most of the time. that being said, I really enjoy the special kind of uwu and sluttiness Michael brings to the table

[bomberqueen17]

here is a delightfully trashy fic idea

ed note: i just found this in my drafts from like..... close to two years ago? anyway it seems a shame to delete it. I have no memory of this and wonder where that draft went.

I published this instead, which is fine but has almost nothing in common with this idea, LOL.

(for Good Omens) I brainstormed this wonderfully filthy wallowy id-tastic fic and even semi-outlined it and then I tried to write it and I’ve got literally 5,000 words with three scene-cuts and zero smut and have wildly deviated from the idea, so I’m just going to release this summary free to a good home so I don’t feel like I have to try to wrestle whatever the fuck I’m writing back on course. It’s not going, it won’t do it. Someone else can write it, if they want, and please do and tell me when you do because I want to read it, but I absolutely am not equal to the task of writing it.

It’s wonderfully angst-filled smut with mutual pining, which is like, my catnip, and it’s nice and dirty, which I also like, and yet somehow, I just can’t do it. 

(Seriously, it’s been a thousand years and Aziraphale is meditating on free will. For fuck’s sake.)

So here’s the premise. I got as far as literally the first paragraph here, and then the whole thing went off the rails, so. Mine’s something else now.

Pretty early on in their acquaintance, pre-Arrangement, Aziraphale stumbles across Crowley in a bad neighborhood among prostitutes, who have recently invented their trade. Aziraphale is righteously offended by the concept, and Crowley defends it, and Aziraphale assumes Crowley invented it for the humans, and of course he did not. 

At any rate, in the course of their discussion (during which Crowley is wile-y [though there’s some great potential for an unreliable narrator here, where the angel is perceiving the demon as being far more seductive than he is actually trying to be, because he is attracted to him and doesn’t understand that] and Aziraphale is righteously but confusedly Into It despite himself), Crowley winds up giving him a demonstration of just what it is that’s so great and why humans would choose this sort of thing of their own free will rather than being demonically wiled into it. 

There’s a humorous instant where they’re both suddenly terrified that angelic emissions might have a holy-water-like effect, but they don’t, and after that moment’s terrified pause during which Crowley doesn’t dissolve and Aziraphale doesn’t get Smitten By Divine Wrath, Crowley dusts off his knees and Aziraphale puts his bits away and they go their separate ways in a sort of mutual well-that-got-out-of-hand embarrassment, each intending never to speak of it again.

Which lasts a while, but not really. Sure, most of their meetings can stay respectable, but every so often, Aziraphale just happens on Crowley in an alley looking shady or whatever, and they wind up repeating it, and Aziraphale tells himself he’s just diverting the demon so he doesn’t tempt any humans, and has zero clue that Crowley is only doing this for him, isn’t actually using his body to tempt humans at all, only shows up in those places because he knows Aziraphale’s going there looking for him in that moment. 

Potential here for a wonderfully sleazy dynamic, of Crowley always passively receiving, taking whatever Aziraphale will give, very clearly not seeking his own sexual gratification at all in this, and Aziraphale never really contemplating just what it is that Crowley’s after instead. (Except maybe in his darker hours thinking the demon is trying to seduce him to Fall, or something, and being a real self-righteous dick about it sometimes.) Maybe, eventually, at some point, Crowley lets it slip that what he gets out of this is that when Aziraphale fucks him he can feel divine Grace again, or something like it, and it gratifies him on an entirely different level than the physical. Maybe he says so and Aziraphale doesn’t understand it, or refuses to really contemplate it. 

Or maybe Aziraphale does get it, and then he’s even worse; instead of being self-righteous about Crowley trying to tempt him, he’s kind of horribly pitying about it, and it’s gross, and Crowley attempts to quit but can’t actually make it stick and before he knows it he’s lurking in the back rooms of clubs again when he knows Aziraphale’s just wandered in the front door. (Potential here for wonderfully juicy angsty sleazy scene of Crowley getting absolutely railed in a pub toilet by a complete stranger he’s trying to pretend is Aziraphale, and then slinking in a desperate haze of lust on his knees to the angel begging for the sacrament only Aziraphale can really give him.) (Right? Right? Argh, I wish I could write this story.) (What I’ve got so far is all strict close Az POV and it’s almost better because you’d only indirectly get that that’s what Crowley’s just done; A would just assume Crowley’d been off doing his demonic job instead of trying desperately to break his addiction.)

[randomfandomimagine]

Dating Crowley Would Include

Requested by anon:

Dating Crowley would include please?

Your relationship was always kind of love/hate

But the more time it passed, the closer you were

And the closer you were to love as well

Until you couldn’t stay away from each other

Even if you didn’t officially ask each other out

But it was implied that you were together

Crowley always kept his glasses on around you

Even after you learned he’s a demon

He just wanted to make sure his eyes didn’t upset you

But you assured him that it was alright, you were okay with it

Since he’s stubborn about it, you take his glasses to show it really is fine

And Crowley smiles at you and chuckles, saying they look good on you

Riding the Bentley even when you don’t need to go anywhere

Just taking it for a ride out of the blue because it’s fun

Crowley loves giving you lifts anywhere

Feel like ice cream at three in the morning? He got you

Also, you love to have little trips on the car, anywhere really

Blasting music and singing together at the top of your lungs

Most of the time the music being Queen

You love to tease him and try to trick him into being cutesy

“Crowley, say you love me” “No” “But you do” “I don’t”

It’s super fun to wind him up like that

Because you know he obviously loves you

He shows it in his own way every day

He just refuses to admit it and it’s pretty funny

Having little gestures with you that are the sweetest

That let you know he cares and pays attention to you

Like giving you his jacket without you asking

He just noticed you were cold and wants to help you out

“Aw, thanks!” “Shut up and put it on already”

When you do something he thinks is cute he stares

And you can read his mind and know what he’s thinking

Just by the way he smiles to himself at the sight of you

But every time, he’ll just say ‘you’re so embarrassing’ instead

He lovingly calls you dumb or stupid

The first time he did he was scared he hurt your feelings

And got all nervous about it, trying to fix it

“I mean... Not that I think you’re actually... You know what I meant”

Crowley basically tries to seem tough all the time

“Hey, Crowley! I’m ready for our date, do I look good?” “I guess”

And if he slips up and accidentally say something nice it’s hilarious

Because you start laughing and teasing him about it

And he’ll just make an excuse or deny it

That said, he also teases you a lot too

He’ll compliment you just to fluster you and watch you blush

And he always gives you that damn smirk you hate to love

Sometimes he’s in a soft mood and gets affectionate

Like putting an arm over your shoulders or around your waist

Or giving you a little kiss when he’s feeling like that

He’s kinda cuddly, though, he enjoys having you close

Also lots of playful, loving or suggestive winks

Most of the time, you initiate the affection

And he never once objects to it

If he’s extremely affectionate on his own, something’s up

Either he’s jealous and wants to remind you he’s there

Or he’s upset and needs comforting

Him opening up about his fall

And when he tells you, he allows himself to be more vulnerable

Also letting you see his sweeter, kinder side sometimes

Crowley is very protective of you

Never wants you to do anything mildly dangerous

And he’d get really pissed if someone were to wrong you

You usually see a calm and sweet side of him, but then he’d be so angry

You’re his biggest weakness and he’d do anything for you

Even if he pretends to do them reluctantly, but even small things

Like bringing you something so you don’t have to get up

He also has this soft smile you only see him do around you

Like his own silent way of saying he loves you, that he’s smitten

With Crowley every day is an adventure, you always do crazy things

Mostly improvised to, you never know what he’s up to

Lovingly taking care of his plants and ‘arguing’ about his way

He loves telling you stupid stories of what he’s done

‘Oi, Y/N, did you know I invented selfies?’ ‘Yes, Crowley, you’ve told me’

And you mock him because they usually backfire on him

Crowley loves impressing you with his powers

Sometimes you try giving him nicknames

Like ‘Crow’ or ‘Ley’ and he always rolls his eyes at you

Even if deep down he enjoys them and make him feel special and loved

Saying things like ‘for God’s sake’ or ‘good heavens’ to annoy him

You say you ‘hate’ each other, but the truth is far from that

Basically, showing affection through loving insults

That sums up your relationship really well

DATING AZIRAPHALE

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[impishnature]

Neither Can I

AO3 Fandom: Good Omens Rating: G Summary: Dance with me. A/N: @sightkeeper has been keeping me sane and happy with lovely dancing images and it just gave me a sweet self-indulgent fluff idea I had to share in the hopes it would do the same for everyone else.

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The room held a soft hush that he wasn't sure it ever had before.

Sure there had been quiet moments, peaceful ones even. 

But never quite this.

Aziraphale glanced up from his book, his shoulders relaxing further as he took in Crowley basking on the sofa. He was sprawled, as if he had at one point been sitting properly before he'd slid down and refused to care about propping himself back up. A beam of sunlight stretched across the fabric, illuminating the bright fire of his curls and the liquid gold of his eyes and for a moment the angel was captivated enough not to notice that the other was staring right back at him. There was still something serpentine about his poise and grace, as if his muscles had moved without thought to put him in as much as the light as they could, warming him inside and out, and even as Aziraphale wondered if that was the reasoning behind it, he definitely wasn't complaining at the view it afforded him.

"Like what you see?"

Aziraphale blinked, eyes zoning back to Crowley's face with a start. He could feel the heat on his cheeks as he turned back to his book. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He was pretty sure he could have come up with something wittier if he'd given it more thought. Unfortunately, he'd been rather... distracted.

He was pretty sure Crowley was physically warming his face from the heat that radiated from the chair across from him. 

It amplified as a bright chuckle hissed around the room at his response.

Yes, it was all definitely softer than it had been before.

It felt like everything had been a rush up until now. Clandestine meetings, even in broad daylight, held frequently but quickly. It wouldn't do to be caught in one another's presence as much as they enjoyed it. So they had held one another at arms length, always a distance, always a level of professionalism to keep them aloof. Or at least they had tried, forever looking over shoulders in an attempt to hide from the rest of the world what they struggled to hide from themselves. 

Now... they could take their time. They could enjoy one another's company without the fear of retribution.

He could sit with his books and with Crowley and really, was there anything more he could ask for?

He closed his eyes for a brief second, trying to sort out the short circuiting in his brain and cool down the heat in his cheeks before letting his eyes drift once more to the page.

Strangely though, the heat intensified, burning like two dots into his face.

He was being watched.

His eyes flicked up again, catching Crowley's expression, head propped up on one arm languidly. It was so open, endeared affection and delight easily distinguishable in his gaze and his smile.

He wasn't sure he'd ever seen him that open before.

"What?"

He couldn't help it. It was almost embarrassing to be looked at like that.

"What 'what'?" Crowley raised an eyebrow at him, head tilting ever so slightly and Aziraphale couldn't help the word cute popping up in his head though he made sure not to say it out loud. 

Aziraphale sighed, trying for irritated but he knew it came out as fond as Crowley's smile widened into something he was more used to. "You're staring."

"I know."

Dear God, he could be a pain. A cute, exasperating pain, but a pain nonetheless.

His eyes were sparkling with glee, absolutely ecstatic to be teasing him in a way that wouldn't end in an argument for the both of them. 

And Aziraphale couldn't find it in him to be agitated in anyway by it. 

Well, other than being absolutely smitten by the silence laughter vibrating through the others shoulders.

And if Crowley was going to be an utter tease then he was sure he was rather entitled to act oblivious to it all.

"Is there something on my face?" He dropped his book to his lap, hands flittering across his skin, making a show as Crowley continued to stare at him with that quiet happiness.

"No." Crowley sat up then, pushing himself into a proper seated position and Aziraphale found he was rather disappointed that the game was ending so soon.

"Then-"

"Dance with me."

It was Aziraphale's turn to stare, though rather more in disbelief and bafflement. Crowley didn't seem phased however, pushing off of the sofa and stretching up, once again distracting the angel by the slip of skin that became visible at his midriff at the action. He pulled his eyes away and back to Crowley's knowing smirk, flustered and indignant as he closed his book to take in what he had asked in it's entirety. 

"Ex-Excuse me?"

Crowley's smirk widened, shortening the distance between them with a few long steps. His movements were unhurried, his demeanour nonchalant as he stood before him. He straightened his collar, took the book from Aziraphale's grip and placed it on the arm of the chair before returning his gaze back to Aziraphale's. 

He extended his hand before him, an invitation or perhaps more of a request.

"Dance with me."

Instead Aziraphale placed his hand on his chest, shocked by it all. He tried to ignore his fluttering heart at the charm and confidence that the other was exuding.

"Dance? Crowley, don't be ridiculous."

He didn't like how Crowley's expression fell. He wasn't actually denying him, not really, he just didn't understand where all of this had come from.

"Why not?"

"Because..." He didn't actually have an answer for that. There was no real reason to say no. "Well, for a start, you can't dance."

"Neither can you." 

The light was back in his eyes. Aziraphale could practically feel his feathers get ruffled up as Crowley raised an eyebrow, practically daring him to argue that point. 

But even he knew that as proud as he was of learning that dance many years ago, it was rather... outdated. 

It was also not really conducive for the kind of dancing that he was sure Crowley meant.

Instead of answering at all, Aziraphale took in his expression. Where had all of this come from? His expression was so open and yet there was something there that he couldn't quite distinguish. Was it excitement? Anticipation? Or just pure unfiltered amusement?

It was starting to tinge with something more awkward though the longer he sat silently, the smile was slipping even as hard as he tried to paste it there, regret filtering in to dampen gleaming eyes.

"C-Come on, Angel. No ones watching. Dance with me."

Oh.

Oh.

That's what it was.

It was freedom.

Pure release, pure openness that he hadn't been able to read.

Crowley was at peace, he could act on his spur of the moment thoughts and just be.

And wasn't that a gorgeous sight? To just be and live and love?

He wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything as beautiful.

Aziraphale smiled at him, watched as his own smile returned as he accepted the hand but made no move to actually stand.

"There's no music-"

It was filtering through the bookcases from some unseen place as the words left his mouth. A chuckle escaped him at the quickness of the miracle, as if Crowley was jumping on the chance before Aziraphale could change his mind.

Their hands were still held tightly between them, neither of them making a move, Crowley waiting patiently for Aziraphale to catch up.

"Alright. But I'm reminding you now that I can't dance."

Crowley grinned, bright and bold and Aziraphale could feel the same tugging at his own lips. He pulled him up into his arms, their faces close and the distance between them broken.

"Good, neither can I."

[winchester-with-wings]

It’s All Just a Cover - END

How It Should’ve Ended (the outline)

It’s All Just a Cover has come to an end. This was my first ever series and the story was so dang ambitious that I don’t think I ever could’ve finished it, at least in a short enough time frame where I’d still have readers interested in the story. And it’s such a shame too because I had a lot of plans for the series. A bunch of drama! But a little while back, someone reported the story on AO3 as violating copyright because of the songs in the fics, because I used so much of the lyrics. I get that. It was never my intention though. So I took it down from AO3 and figured this was the sign that the series should end.

But I didn’t want to leave anyone, at least myself...hanging. Rather than it being one of those series that just gets abandoned, I wanted to at least bring it to a close. Tell you how the story would’ve gone on.

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Pairings: Rockstar!Reader x Dean, Rockstar!Gabriel x Sam

Series Summary: You’re the lead singer in a popular cover band. Your brother Gabriel is the drummer with signature candy cane drumsticks. Balthazar is the sexed up guitarist and Gadreel is the band’s stone faced bassist and songwriter. And Castiel is the band’s manager. You’re content living the facade of a rockstar lifestyle, trying to get signed to major label. But then one night, Gabe invites Sam Winchester backstage and his brother Dean comes with. Over time, the older Winchester ultimately makes you reconsider who you are and what you want.

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Picking up right after Part 16.

You and Dean have confessed your love for one another. 

The very same day you have rehearsal. Gabe is smitten with Sam and dedicates the song “Heat of the Moment” to him.

You’re not feeling good. You’ve got a sore throat and can’t sing that night. So you all convince Dean to sing some covers. 

CUE all of those marvelous songs we’ve heard Jensen sing! 

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Once you’re feeling better, you continue singing at The Bunker.

The band gets signed by Abbadon’s record label! Even though they wanted to be signed by Crowley. Gadreel says they should take the deal instead of waiting around for Crowley’s record label.

Your ex-boyfriend, Michael comes to the show. 

Michael is prissy and in line to be a CEO. He loved you but wanted you to stop singing and get a “real job.” He didn’t believe or support the band.

Before the show starts he finds you. He’s come back because he heard about the record deal. He sounds kind of like a gold digger. 

When the show begins you’re seething with rage and play it out through the set list with songs like “Criticize” by Adelita’s Way and others. 

You leave the stage abruptly because you’re getting overwhelmed like you’re about to have a panic attack. Dean gets through the crowd and gets backstage to comfort you. 

You get back on stage and play it off like you’re fine and just performing. “You ever just have those people in your life, who think they’re all that and that you should be with them? This goes out to those assholes.”

You sing “It’s not you” by Halestorm. 

Michael comes up to you at the end of the show and Dean’s at your side. 

“Is this him?” Michael asks, smug. “What does he do for a living? Bartend?”

“Unlike you, Michael I don’t judge people by their occupation or passion,” you say.

“So, not even a bartender,” says Michael.

“I’m a mechanic,” Dean answers and you hate that Michael goaded him into standing up for himself. 

“Dean, he’s not worth it. Let’s go home.”

“Oh, so I highballed you,” says Michael. “I see you’ve really come up in the world, now you’re the breadwinner.”

Dean punches him and they fight. Cas and Sam pull Dean off of Michael. Dean is pissed off that the man spoke to you like that and hurt you in the past. You’re over it quickly and have to calm him down. “It’s fine. I love you, Dean. I’m happier with you than I’ve ever been. Just forget about him.” 

And that’s the last you hear about Michael.

SABRIEL: While the band records and tours, Sam and Gabe find time to be together, falling in love.

One night when you’re at Dean’s, Sam and Gabe come out of his room at the same time. Dean and you are surprised. Sam is shy and embarrassed and insists it was only sleeping. Gabe says he’s a gentleman. “It was all over the clothes stuff.” Dean groans and is grossed out. They really did keep their clothes on. 

Dean suggests “We’re going to have set up a schedule or something because this is weird.”

Gabe and You say: “we have roommates”

Dean: “2 sets of siblings…”

You: “Gabe’s my step brother” 

Dean: “...banging each other”

Gabe: “Hey! I don’t bang. I make love.” You and Gabe share a laugh and smile.

Dean: “I know it sounded weird but you know what I mean.” Sam gives him a bitch face. 

Sam: “We didn’t do anything,” he insists

Dean gives him a “Really?” look because there’s a hickey on Sam’s neck. “At least maybe put a sock on the door.”

Gabe: “I keep my socks on.” 

Dean gives him a really surprised and weirded out look and everyone laughs

On tour, tensions rise as Ruby tries to hook Sam on drugs. She’s already convinced you to give up the facade and actually live and partly like a rockstar with alcohol and drugs.

Cas warns you to be careful with this rockstar lifestyle because you’re using drugs and not maintaining your relationship with Dean, while getting too close to others.

At the end of the tour, Dean hasn’t heard from you in a while. He goes to your hotel and finds you with Pam and Jo--the way it looks is that you’ve been high and having sex with Jo and Pam and that’s true.

Dean confronts you. You say you’re a rockstar and he knew what he was getting into. But before you signed with Abaddon “It was all just a cover.” you only pretended to be a high and drunk rockstar. But now you’ve gone full tilt and he can’t be around that.

Dean breaks up with you and leaves.

Post break-up: You use Jo for emotional reasons and Pam for sexual. 

You’re into a routine of using Pam as a booty call but we’d never see the sex, just the aftermath of you leaving Pam in bed and examining your body in the bathroom where you have hickeys and scratch marks. 

You always thought that being with a woman was supposed to be more gentle but not when you’re with Pam apparently. The sex is good but it just feels like a bandaid or something that’s numbing the ache in your chest.

Hanging out with Jo means she lends you a shoulder as you admit that you miss Dean and that you fucked up and you feel terrible because you feel like you’re taking advantage of Jo. But Jo says it’s okay. That’s what friends are for, lending support after break ups. Jo offers to stay the night so you text Pam: “Nevermind. Don’t come over.”

You share a bed with Jo and start crying. Jo pulls you in close and holds you. When you’re no longer crying, and you’ve dozed off for a minute, you both wake up and Jo dares to kiss you and you respond but then pull back. “I’m sorry. I can’t use you like this. It’s not fair to you. I love Dean. I know I hurt him and he’ll probably never forgive me but I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” Being with Jo also reminds you of Dean so it’s tough to imagine being with her.

You continue on with your self-destructive relationship with Pam and drugs.

You’re in a motorcycle accident and hospitalized. Dean visits you in the hospital.

Cas helps you get clean. 

Gabe and Sam are doing well and Gabe gets Sam a puppy--because obviously Sam deserves a puppy.

Sam tells you about how Dean is a wreck without you. Just works, eats, drinks, and sleeps.

Now that you’re clean the band tries to break the contract with Abbadon.

Sam finds a loophole in the contract.

But Gadreel leaves the band. He signs a solo deal with Abbadon. Metatron is his agent now, stealing him away from Castiel.

Castiel becomes the new bass player and they start playing back at Chuck’s club, The Bunker.

You beg for Dean’s forgiveness. You’re the one who screwed up and he didn’t deserve that.

You get back together.

Crowley comes around and signs them with a fair contract. You promise to stay clean.

END: Dean asks you to move in. Sam graduates and lives with Gabe who has asked Dean’s permission to propose. We have the promise of a happy future as Dean has his mother’s ring tucked away for the right moment.

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