#finished!!!!!

i think i am finished with this one…

anymore animation i could do would take me too long, and i like how it is right now.

turned out well imo!

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The Fine Print (42219 words) by curtaincall

Chapters: 10/10

Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Hastur (Good Omens), Ligur (Good Omens), Newton Pulsifer, Anathema Device, Gabriel (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Humor, Pining, Romantic Comedy, aziraphale's love language is reading the terms and conditions, i love one (1) rules-lawyer angel, don't judge a book(seller) by his cover, the inherent eroticism of contracts, can i speak to the manager of YOUR HEART?, Stonks, the real Hell was capitalism all along kids, this fic stumbles drunkenly up to the edge of the T rating but does not quite topple over

Summary:

Anthony Crowley sells computer systems to London businesses–and specializes in sneaking extra charges and fees into the associated contracts. It’s not his fault no one actually reads the paperwork before signing it.

He thinks mild-mannered bookshop owner Aziraphale Fell will be an easy mark; surely no one that old-fashioned and dotty will spot a few carefully-worded technical clauses in his contract.

[part 1] [part 2] [interlude]

i lied- i finished it today :D shorter than i originally planned, but dude it’s been two years and i really wanted to finally finish it for my own peace of mind...

The days after family weekend are weird.

Most things get back to normal, but Bitty has more and more the feeling, that Jack wants to make up for the way he acted and what he said– buying him coffee after coffee, walking him to classes, and the touching...oh the touching.

Jack never acted as if the little touches they shared were unwelcome, even before the family weekend, but now he positively seeks out Bitty’s skin, and it makes Bitty flush with desire and longing. He tries to gauge, if Jack is acting out of guilt or if he actually wants a closer relationship with Bitty, but he is as hard to read as ever and Bitty can’t help but revert to his anxious self.

He misses the easy soulmate relationship he had with his mother; no second guessing, no messy feelings, and especially no freakin’ blushing.

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“So, how do we start?” Jack asks, and Bitty ignores the twist in his stomach at Jack’s arm once again brushing his.

bookieeeee!! (bookie cookie you sweetie)

Sanderson ManSnoozie was a student attending Guardian High and was currently running to get to the doors of the large building that was known as "school". He was wearing a black and yellow plaid shirt, buttoned to the top, black jeans with a golden belt strapped around it, and he had on his usual black-and-white Converse shoes. He looked a little younger than seventeen, but his height made him look even younger. Sanderson stood at 5' 8", had golden hair that was slicked back, yet messy, along with some of it sticking out, but his main and most notable feature was his bright, golden eyes that seemed to shine in the sun's rays. Another difference that cast him out from the rest was his mutism, he had never been able to talk since birth, but that didn't stop him! He wrote all he had to say in a special notebook he carried almost everywhere. The boy preferred it over sign language, for he knew that as well. 

In the present time, he was almost late, but he believed he could make it to his first class on time. Sanderson hated being almost late to class, he wasn't exactly one of those kids who tried to act all "cool" by being fashionably late, or whatever they were calling it nowadays. He burst into the building and pretty much mad-dashed over to his locker. Flinging it open, he grabbed the books he would need, and flung his closet closed. How he hated being late... It always brought panic onto him, and he didn't enjoy being forced to rush. Taking things nice and slow was they way he rolled...