Ineffable Sherlock

tricky question isn't it?

W A R N I G S: mature language (cursing), none-explicit NSFW or NSFT content, is just implied, high levels of awful cringe, humor?

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. Part 11 .

The minute they entered the M25 the, so far, sunny day, became a very heavy rainy one, and, as a result of the heavy rain, the M25 suffered a big vehicle blockage that, although the hours passed, seemed never to end.

After some curses from Crowley and some chatting, the two entities decided to put on some music; so without thinking it, Crowley turned on the radio, and the Bentley did its thing.

” I wanna be yours” by Arctic Monkeys started playing, and Crowley’s cheeks staring turning a furious red because of the realization of his own mistake

”We are better without music,” said Crowley while reaching his hand to turn off the radio.

“No, please leave it, I like it...who are they by the way? “ replied Aziraphale.

“The Arctic Monkeys” Answered Crowley.

”Oh...the Arctic Mo-Monies. yes yes... I remember, I quite like that song to be honest.” said happily Aziraphale.

Crowley hummed in response because of how amazed he was with Aziraphale happiness about the song since he was clapping and mumbling along with Alex Turner’s voice. Also, he didn’t have the heart to correct him about the name

”How in the hot crispy Kentucky fried fuck does he manage to be so damn cute?!” Crowley thought to himself

”...If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots babe

I just wanna be yours...”

Every time he was near Aziraphale his heart started beating aggressively hard and his stomach felt like he was going to throw up. And obviously, the Bentley wasn't going to let that fact go unnoticed

During the whole song Crowley's face became increasingly red because, somehow, the lyrics related exactly what he wanted to say to Aziraphale at that moment.

”...Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours...”

”Unholy shit that was painful,” thought Crowley when the song reached its’ end.

”Crowley...” Aziraphale whispered

”Yes, angel?” The demon answered

”...”

”what’s wrong?”

Aziraphale slightly blushed

”is just...im...uh.”

”Azira...?”

”I'm hungry” Aziraphale blurted out totally ashamed.

”Oh...Oh! Ok, hemmm, yeah, yes sure ok...hum...yeah, check around the car, there must be something. I believe I left sum gummy bears or bubblegum.” While Crowley was speaking the scream of a woman was heard on the road

”What the heavens what that!?” Crowley took his head out of the window

”I have no idea dear, it sounded like a woman”

”It was a woman, Aziraphale. Look, stay in here, Imma go check ok?” the ginger one got out of the car to check what was happening with that woman, and maybe discover why the heck the road wasn't moving.

Aziraphale, now alone with his hungry stomach, started looking for something to eat trying not to mess up Crowley's car much.

(It’s been a while since I stopped writing ficlets so here I bring one, is filled with tooth-rotting fluff and a big, BIG cringy energy so grab some tea and let's start)

. Part 1 .

Besides from being a car that has survived the ages without getting destroyed by Crowley’s awful way to drive, the Bentley has a very particular singularity...

sometimes it can choose its own music.

Obviously is not completely established on its own will, is mostly based on Crowley’s mood, but you get the point.

This has never been a problem for the demon, it never has really bothered him, it was a bit of help sometimes, why? Simple maths; when he was sad the Bentley choose gloomy music and the same when he is happy, Stressed, bored &...in love.

An example of this was that night in 1967; Crowley was experimenting with a feeling quite similar to a heartbreake... let's be honest, he was heartbroken. The angel had just left leaving him with phrase “you go to fast for me, Crowley” embodied deep in his mind.

He turned on the car and started driving without a specific destination, he decided to turn on the radio to clear his thoughts, that's when his car played a song, ”pale blue eyes” to be more specific.

”You are not helping, you blasted thing” Said Crowley while slamming the car’s stereo to shut down the music. After a while of silence, his eyes started watering, maybe his mind-destroying thoughts and the ”you go to fast for me, Crowley” thing was a bit too much for him.

He parked the car and felt some tears running down his cheeks, the car turned on its’ stereo again and the song continued, long story short, that was how Crowley met The Velvet Underground.

The car continued doing the ’music thing’ for the next decades, Crowley never decided to put an end to it because it was something kinda cool and a bit useful when he wanted to clear his thoughts away.

One day, Crowley decided he wanted to take the angel out on a picnic, so, he called Aziraphale, informed him of the idea and after hearing Aziraphale’s delighted answer he couldn't help smiling.

He picked up his angel and started driving; the picnic situation went fantastically well, Aziraphale was happy and Crowley was happy because Aziraphale was happy. The happiness was all around them, It was a win-win situation.

Their date was simply charming, Crowley brought some good champagne and Aziraphale some very healthy fruit...inside of some crêpes with cream, and not even talk about the beautiful weather that pleased both of them.

Crowley was so confident about how well the date was going that when it reached its end and it was time to go home, he stopped at a gas station to fill the Bentley’s tank, and taking advantage of the fact that his angel was with his nose deep in a book, he entered the market & bought some condoms...( with tropical flavors for extra fun ), some whipped cream & strawberries cuz who knows... maybe he would use them later since he and the Angel had mutually decided to end the evening with a good wine that just miraculously appeared at Aziraphale’s bookshop

The cashier then asked him ”Uy, are we feeling lucky today?” after seeing the items he was buying, wich Crowley answered with a stupid smile ”Yep...hopefully”

He returned happily to his car to continue the road, but, for some reason, the road they were supposed to use to go back home was blocked because some kind of road maintenance, so Crowley was forced to use his own creation, the M25.

”sssssshit” Crowley hissed to himself while he was secretly worried about the whipped cream and strawberries going bad

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Deleting the tweet

Post in a passive-aggressive way about how people can't say anything nowadays without offending everyone

Make her account private

Delete her tweeter account without apologizing

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I like the aesthetic on the second photo lmao.