The sun has already set by the time I wake up, and the
noises coming from the living room let me know that I’m not alone anymore. I
grab a blanket and wrap it around me, starting to walk outside the bedroom.
“Emma? What the hell are you doing?”
The kitchen island is covered with different kind of
ingredients, and I can see at least two pans in the stove. When Emma hears me
call her name she turns around with a big smile on her face.
“Oh, you know, a little something for the best roomie
in the whole wide world!”
The smile, the treat… Oh no. “Emma…” I try to get her
attention, but she’s already turning around to continue with her task.
“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry, I’ll cook more quietly
and when it’s ready I’ll let you know”
“Can you just tell me what you are planning?” I say,
crossing my arms over my chest, “If anyone knows you in this world, that’s me.
She turns around again, guilt clear on her face, “The
guys told me we are going out today, and there’s this guy that I really like
and he’s coming with us. I need friendly back up” She sighs, like she’s been
holding this up for days.
“You know your friends and I don’t get along…”
“You get along pretty well” Emma interrupts me, now it’s
her turn to cross her arms.
“Do I really have to recall that time certain friend
of yours got me so angry I had to leave my own apartment?”
“Jared likes to tease you” She mutters, getting back
to her cooking, “Don’t listen to him”
“I’ll think about it”
I return to my room, lying back on my bed. Memories
from the night Emma invited all of her friends to the apartment come back to my
head. Jared has always been a pain in my ass, every time he comes around he’s
always trying to pick a fight with me, dropping annoying comments, but that
night he really got on my nerves. The following day I had a job interview, and
Emma thought that having a couple of drinks would lose me up for the next day.
All of her friends came to the house, and we were actually having a good time
till Jared started picking out on me. He started giving me ‘advice’ on what
clothes I should wear so I could ‘impress’ my future boss; that the company was
garbage; and so, so, so on. I told him a hundred times to stop, and he didn’t,
so I left.
Emma comes into my room with a tray, a bottle of white
wine and two glasses. I get up to help her with the tray and we sit in the bed.
We eat and drink talking about how our day went, Emma
tells me about Jared, and I hear about her annoying boss with the best smile I
can offer her. She hears about my day too and, as we finish eating, I know
she’s waiting for my response.
“Ok, but you owe me one, you hear me? A big one”
Emma jumps from her side of the bed to hug me and kiss
my cheeks, “You’re the best! THE best!”
“Ok, now leave me alone so I can pick my best
Wednesday Addams clothes so nobody gets close to me tonight”
Emma leaves with all the dirty dishes and I’m left
alone in my room. I quickly pick a dress, put on some make up and fix my messy
hair. In no time I’m leaving the apartment with a really nervous Emma that
cannot even stop thanking me for being with her tonight.
The place chosen by Emma’s friends is a bar close to
Beverly Hills. We get off the cab and get in the bar with no problem at all,
since there aren’t much people around yet. It doesn’t takes us long to see
where the rest is sitting, and I notice how Emma starts to get nervous.
“Ok, let’s go, is now or never” I pull her to the
group of men.
Everyone seems pleased to see us, even Jared, that
reserves all comments to himself and just greets me with a quick “hello”. I let
Emma sit with her special friend, and I sit next to Shannon, who immediately
starts asking me about work.
As the night goes on, Emma disappears with her friend,
just as the rest of the people from the group. I end up in the bar, asking for
a beer, when Jared finds his way to sit next to me.
“You look really nice” It’s the first thing he says to
me since he greet me an hour ago.
“Not too slutty?” I ask him, recalling one of his
words from the last time we saw each other.
“Hey, you remember” He laughs, “I was joking; you
didn’t have to take it that seriously, you know?”
“Not a nice joke, Jared” I mutter, receiving my beer.
“It was a good one. Anyway, did you get the job?”
I take my time to take a sip of my beer, play with my
cup and bite my lip before I decide to answer.
“No” It’s the only thing I say, not wanting to
continue and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right all along, the
company was garbage.
“They didn’t give you the job?” He asks, really
“They did, but I rejected it” I shrug, sipping my beer
one again, “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have some girls to woo tonight?”
All the time he has been sitting by my side, he’s
been switching his eyes from mine to the television behind the bar. But now
that I’ve decided to talk more, he turns to face me.
“You are really talkative tonight, I like it”
“And you are drunk when it’s not even midnight yet”
“I rather be drunk than pissed” He shrugs calling the
bartender, “Can I have another beer?”
I shake my head, leaving my empty cup aside, “Whatever,
it was nice talking to you”
I start walking away, but Jared grabs my wrist to stop
me. I look at him impressed, since this is actually the first time we touch each
“Why don’t you stay for a while? I’ll buy you another
drink. Hey!” He calls the bartender again, “Another beer”
I pull to set my wrist free, but he looks at me with
pleading eyes. I end up rolling my eyes and getting back on my seat. The
bartender puts a new beer in front of me as he gives me a quick smile and gets
back to his duties. Jared drinks his beer in silence, giving me quick looks, like
he wants to make sure I’m still there.
“I wasn’t joking when I said you look pretty
tonight” Jared mutters, his eyes fixed on the television.
I turn my head to try and catch a glimpse of his eyes,
but he doesn’t look at me. Jared is complimenting me, but I can’t take him
“You are really drunk” I laugh.
“I’m not” He complains, finally looking at me in the
“Yes, you are. You should stop drinking and go home”
“Whatever” He says, standing from his stool, “I
shouldn’t have ask you to stay, you are as unpleasant as ever”
“Nice talking to you!” I shout at him as he disappears
among the people.
After a while of walking around, talking to a few
people and lose track of everyone who I came to join tonight, I decide it is
better to go home. Emma looks really happy with her friend and I feel it wasn’t
even necessary to bring me for support, since she left me alone 10 minutes
after we arrived.
I walk towards Emma to say goodbye, but she walks
towards me too. When I have her in front of me I notice she looks worried.
“I need a favor” She says holding both of my hands.
“I’m drunk and my mom is already asleep, I can’t leave
the apartment, sorry” I talk way too fast, raising my hand to silence her.
“What? No, it is not that” She sighs, looking at me in
the eyes, “It’s Jared, he’s drunk and Shannon already left. I can’t take him
home, everything is on track and I think I may get a kiss tonight!”
“A kiss? Wow, when do you announce the wedding?” I
mock at her, being my annoying drunk self.
“Please, it’s the last thing I ask you” Emma looks at
me with puppy eyes, and I can’t say no to my best friend. I end up nodding,
“Thank you, thank you! I haven’t drink, so I’ll take his car. Here, take some
money for a cab, I’ll text you his address”
“You owe me two now, Emma, two huge ones”
“I know; but you really don’t know how thankful I am.
He’s at the bar trying to get a drink”
I walk towards the bar and it doesn’t take me much to
see Jared trying to convince the bartender to give him another drink. I sit
next to Jared without saying a word, but when he acknowledges my presence, he
“We need to go” I tell him, turning to face him, “You
are too drunk”
“You already said that”
“Yeah, an hour ago. You are wasted now”
I see him rolling his eyes, and if it is hard to deal
with Jared when he’s sober, dealing with him drunk is going to be hell.
“Jared please, don’t make this hard”
“Hard? I’m not hard” He affirms standing from the
stool, I look at him serious as he gives me a smile, “Come on, I haven’t even
see you smile tonight”
“Well, you haven’t said anything that can make me
smile, only get angry”
“I’ll go if you show me a smile”
“I’ll smile when we are already at your house, ok?”
He wraps one of his arms on my shoulders walking me out
of the bar. Outside, he starts heading us to the parking lot of the bar, but I
stop him midway.
“We are way too drunk to drive, we are getting a cab”
“You are drunk?!” He asks me, way more surprised than
I would expect, and I blame his drunkenness, “You are not drunk, you don’t look
“Jesus, Jared, keep it down” I ask him, leading him
outside the bar again to catch a cab.
“What? I’m not shouting!”
“You clearly are, just stay quiet for 5 minutes, ok?”
“You are not my boss” He mutters, crossing his arms,
“Am my own boss”
“Sure, whatever you say”
I decide to ignore Jared, but always keeping an eye on
him in case he decides to get back inside the bar. He walks around restless
while I look for a cab. Fifteen minutes pass, and Jared is really starting to
“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” All of the
sudden, my private life became the topic at hand, “I’ve known you for two years
and you’ve always been single”
“I like being single; stop talking about me and shut
“But you are pretty and intelligent; guys should make
lines to date you”
“They don’t. Shut up, Jared, or I’ll punch you in the
Jared raises both of his hands starting to back away,
looking at me a bit scared.
When a cab finally appears, I throw Jared inside and
give the driver the address Emma texted me a couple of minutes ago. Jared rests
his head on my shoulder and keeps quiet for the rest of the trip. I thank
whatever god helped me to finally shut him up, but I pray that he doesn’t fall
asleep before we arrive, or I’m not going to be able to get him out of the car.
“I think I’m drunk” He mumbles when we arrive.
“You really are” I laugh, “Good to know you finally
Jared gets out of the car while I pay the driver. My
door suddenly opens and Jared is offering me his hand to help me out of the cab.
I roll my eyes and take it. He doesn’t let go of me as he takes me inside the
I’m too drunk to push him away and head back home, so
I just follow him inside, wondering why all of the sudden he looks so happy to
be by my side. But I’m also surprised by my attitude; I promise him that I’ll
make sure he is in his bed before I go, but I’m actually not certain that I
want to leave him.
“I’ll brush my teeth first, wait here”
He gently makes me sit on his bed and holds his hands
on my arms to stabilize me. When I see him walk to the bathroom I notice how
drunk he still is, and how he needs to use the furniture to stay on foot.
“I have to go, it’s late” I tell him when I see him
come out of the bathroom.
But he does not say a word and walks towards me to lay
me on his bed, resting all his weight over my body. My breathing turns heavy
when his face gets too close to mine and his eyes are in full display just for
“What are you…?”
His lips silence me and I find myself responding to
his kiss. His hand starts stroking my cheek, pulling away my messy hair that
insists on getting in the middle. His breathing turns heavy too, and my hands
find their way through his chest to get to his neck and pull him closer to me.
“We shouldn’t” I mutter between kisses.
“We should” He corrects me, still kissing me, but with
a smile on his lips.
The same hand that stroked my cheek now starts to go
down. He traces my arm, waist and hip, ending up in my thigh, using it as a way
to switch places with him.
A minute ago I didn’t know what I was doing, and now
all I wanted to do was to be with him. The sudden thought makes me pull away from him and get
up from the bed.
“No, where are you going?”
Jared gets up too, holding my arms to stop me from
leaving the room.
“We are too drunk for this” I mutter, trying to pull
away once again, “Jared, please, just let me go”
“I can’t” He mumbles, and I’m afraid he’ll start
“What are you talking about?” I ask him cupping his
face, “Are you alright?”
“I love you” He mutters.
Both of my hands fall as I start to back away.
“Ok, I’m done” I laugh, “Bye, Jared, have a good
I’m laughing as I get out of his room, but he runs to
stop me again.
“I’m serious” His hand holds mine and I decide to
focus my eyes on this rather than his eyes, “I love you, why do you think I was
being so annoying with you?”
“Stop saying I’m too drunk!” He shouts and I can’t
help but stay quiet, finally fixating my eyes on his, “I’m not joking, nor
lying. I love you”
“I have to leave”
“No, please stay” He asks with pleading eyes, “I won’t
kiss you again; I just want you to stay the night… please”
I impress myself by nodding to his request. We head
back to his bedroom, but I’m the one who breaks the promise of no kisses. I
can’t hold myself and I pull Jared by his shirt. At first, he asks me to stop
and I consider it for half a second before I decide that the idea is complete bullshit
and push him to the bed.
I roll on the bed, bumping onto something that
shouldn’t be there. My eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the light and, when
I’m finally able to see clearly, something is not right. I know I’m screaming before my brain decides
if it’s a good idea or not.
“What?” Jared opens his eyes scared, looking around
for the source of the noise.
When his eyes finally lay on me, a big smile appears
on his face as he lies back on his bed again, “Shit, I told you”
“Wait, what?” I ask him confused, starting to get out
of bed, “Oh, God, I’m naked”
“Of course you are” He laughs.
And as if something suddenly hit my head, I start to
“You seriously don’t remember?” He asks me, eyeing my
naked body from his position.
“I think I do”
“Good, because I’m not going repeat it. And I think
your bra is over there” He adds pointing at his television on the other side of
I run to catch my bra, hearing how he mumbles from his
“God, you must have been so drunk. You fucking hate
“And apparently you love me, so shut the fuck up”
“That’s not a good way to start the day” He says,
kneeling on the bed, “Come here”
His hand reaches for my arm, dragging me towards him,
making me fall over his naked body.
“Jesus, you are naked, let me go!!” I shout, trying to
escape, but his hands are already on my face, steading me to kiss me again.
“That’s better” He mutters, when my body starts to relax
and give in to his touch, “I like it when you hate me like this”
“You are going to pay for this” Is the last thing I
say before I finally give in, grabbing his hair to get him closer to me and
start my day in the strangest way possible.
Heyyyyy so this is my first attempt at a tmr reader fic, forgive me if it sucks, I've practically read every newtxreader fic on tumblr, so I thought I should contribute!
Summary: Reader got her periods. Need I say more?
Rating: uh K+? (No smut)
“Y/n!? Y/n wake up love, Everyone is almost done with breakfast!”
You groaned and twisted in your hammock. “Two more minutes Newt”
“No can’t do love, We’ve got work to do. Rise and shine yea? tonight’s a bonfire night so finish up work quick!”
You still made no sign of getting up so Newt decided it was time for plan B
“y/n” he said dangerously to your face, you huffed and turned to the other side.
He smirked and started tickling you. Normally you would have laughed but not today you jumped at the sudden contact and almost fell off your hammock.
“NEWT WHAT THE HELL” you yelled glaring at him, Newt looked a little taken back. This was something he did very often when you refused to wake up and you normally responded with giggles which eventually lead to the you chasing him down for breakfast.
“I’m sorry love, I just wanted to wake you up” he said, his eyes clearly showing signs of hurt. You felt bad for a second but then your stomach gave a horrid twist making you wince. Newt seemed to notice that
“Are you alright y/n? You seem a little”
“Stop talking. please” you replied, you didn’t want to deal with him right now, you weren’t in the best of moods and you were pretty sure you’d snap at Newt again if he mentioned ‘waking up’ or ‘work’ again.
This is the
urgent letter that Friar Laurence tries to send to Romeo between Acts IV and V.
The audience won’t get to see what’s inside, so I had a bit of fun. (But I do think
Friar L. would totally use plant-themed stationery and/or draw plants in the
margins of his letters.)
Romeo, I hope this
letter reaches you quickly, and that it finds you well. There’s been a change
of plans. You need to come back to Verona IMMEDIATELY. (Yes, I know – the Prince’s
decree, banishment, etc. Just be extra-stealthy and don’t stab anyone this
time!) I had to give Juliet a sleeping potion because reasons. I’ll explain in
more detail later. It’s a really convincing sleeping potion, some of my finer
work. Everybody will think she’s dead, and she’ll be buried alive in the
Capulet vault. You need to be there when she wakes up. Since she’s “dead”,
nobody will come looking for her. It’s not too late for a happy ending to your
story, but timing will be key. Good luck. Friar Laurence
Description: Reader meets Crowley for the first time under some “unusual” circumstances. After dropping a bombshell, the reader learns who he is and quickly gets caught up in something much bigger than intended.
Author’s Note: The plan is coming to its crescendo now. I think it’ll only be one (or two) more part(s) now!
You know, it was a good thing you were a well adjusted person… or person-like person or… whatever. The point was, in the past little while you’d had a lot to deal with, waking up in a cell was bad enough but when bad turns worse, you’d been adapting just fine. By the time you’d left Rowena yesterday, everything had been a daze of monogamy, people going about their daily lives around you with no clue of what had just been dropped on you.
Today, the first thing you did was drain a can of energy drink. The second thing you did was head to a public library to borrow a laptop, apparently the one thing Crowley hadn’t given you. You cracked your knuckles, a bad habit you’d picked up from seemingly no where, and typed into the search engine.
“Angel tethering” provided no useful results.
“Humans sharing angel powers” provided some amusing information on faith healers. Apparently Elvis was popular these days, some guy called Emmanuel was a miracle worker and there was a few random disappearances of them too? Fun to read but not enlightening on your situation.
“How to summon an angel” was showing perhaps a few too many results for this to be seen as reliable. There were some symbols that you recognised, but although ‘darkwitch578’ had apparently succeeded, you weren’t sure of the credibility of it. You scrolled through pages and pages of stories, pictures and rituals but as lovely a resource as the internet was, it was equally infuriating. You tried search after search but you were torn between wanting to believe each story you saw and being skeptical about each article you read.
You only knew one thing for certain: Somehow you were able to (if you tried) directly siphon off of an angel’s grace.
Which angel it was, you had no idea and Rowena was not being generous on that information. She had enjoyed watching your reaction but had hurried you out of the door as she realised you were getting emotional, that was the trigger, emotion. Happy or sad and it flared up, it was some kind of sick joke, stay collected and you wouldn’t harm a fly, any heightened emotion however and the sky’s the limit. So clearly throwing you into a stressful situation was the best course of action.
You flicked over a few more sites to distract yourself, but it wasn’t long before your eyes drifted off of the screen and looked around the room. For all intents and purposes you were the same as each one of them, each of the people sat harmlessly and quiet in the library, anatomically identical, but you were different. Why?
If someone had asked you to sign on the dotted line and link yourself to an angel, why in your right mind would you do that? If you’d known Rowena, maybe you’d been a little shady, but why change everything? You felt your breathing speed up as you wound yourself up and you quickly closed your eyes to calm yourself down. You were playing a nice little show to anyone who was watching, but inside it was getting pretty difficult.
You jumped half out of your skin as your phone began to ring in your pocket, a woman gave you a distasteful look from across the table but you glared back and she looked away. Scrabbling through the fabric of your coat, you pressed answer.
“Hello?” You whispered, trying not to make too big a scene.
“Y/N, just the enigma I wanted a chat with,” Crowley’s sarcastic tone rang out through the speaker.
“Nice to speak to you too. Wait, one second, I’m a little-” you said quietly but a young man with a book threw you an annoyed look. “What? Like you’ve never forgotten to put your phone on silent?” You said louder before closing the laptop lid and tucking it under your arm, “let me just get into the courtyard…”
“No really, it’s fine, I have all day,” Crowley grumbled on the other end. It was just as well he couldn’t see the look you were giving him, but then again, his probably wasn’t much better.
You quickly came level with the door and walked out into the fresh air which your instinctively took a deep breath of, you needed to calm yourself down and sooner rather than later. “So? You rang?”
“Yes, I did. A little bird told me you paid a visit to a vulture?”
“Yes, lightning, my mother. Any news? Are you her new favourite?”
“Yes and no,” you said, holding the phone up between your shoulder and ear as you tried to open up your laptop. It went somewhat successfully and you brought back up your latest web page whilst you stood in a vague squatting position. “What do you know about a human siphoning an angel’s grace?”
The line went quiet for a second before he spoke again, “let’s assume I don’t know a thing.”
“Well what do you think I needed you for? Delivering pizza?”
You clenched your jaw and let out a short breath, “I know I’m powerful but I don’t know which angel I’m tapped into, I’m borrowing it but Rowena seems to think it’s going to kill me or something.”
“Well that’d make sense.”
“What? You knew?” You spluttered, shaking your head. Generally partnerships were meant to involve both sides helping each other, or so you’d thought.
“I had suspicions,” Crowley paused and you heard another man’s voice in the background, but he quickly stopped and the king of hell continued, “any ideas how she did it?”
Ideas were the only thing you had, no facts but he didn’t have to know that. You bit your lip before speaking again, “a few, I read up on a ritual that sounded plausible, however, I don’t vouch for how well it’d work or what it’ll do-”
“So do you know anything?”
“More than I did yesterday,” you snapped back, the man’s manners left a little to be desired.
“Yes but that doesn’t mean much, does it?”
You let out a huff of annoyance but the sound of glass shattering behind you made you jump up. The glass of the double door littered the ground and suddenly the air was filled with a crackling noise as the shatterproof shards grew hsirline fractures across them.
“Hot temper?” Crowley’s voice muttered in the phone still pressed your ear, but that was the least of your concerns. A man stumbled towards you from the other side of the library, for a moment you thought it was a librarian coming to check on the ruckus but he seemed to be the only one moving. You squinted into the room but you recognised the glint in his eyes instantly.
“I’m just-” you took the phone away from your, you could hear Crowley’s protests but you ignored them and took a step towards the man, your shoes cracking the broken glass.
“Geez, make a scene why don’t you,” the man muttered, kicking away a small piece of glass with the edge of his boot.
“Who are you?” You asked, holding your head up high.
“I could ask the exact same thing,” he replied, raising his eyebrows, “can’t say having a leech on my power is very comfy.”
“I-” you stammered and started to reach for the phone.
“Hey, it’s not your fault, I get that, but sweetheart I’m meant to be…” he dramatically moved into a stages whisper type stance, “incognito.”
You blinked a few times at the strange man in front of you, he felt entirely familiar but if he was the angel whose grace you were hijacking, that’d make sense. He stood back normally, before nodding at the phone still in your hand, you went wide eyed and suddenly remembered Crowley still on the other end.
“Crap!” You hissed before pressing it back to your ear, “hello Crowley?”
“Hi there, took your time, lightning, you actually going to share what’s going on your end?” He said quietly and precisely. You could tell he was itching to know what was happening but you weren’t sure you were ready to share it just yet, trusting no one but yourself seemed to be keeping you alive so far.
“I smashed a window but a janitor came to clear it up, I think I have a few leads though so I’ll look into them and get back to you,” You half asked and half told him.
“Right. You wouldn’t lie to me, now, would you? I still have a dungeon here and I know a hundred other ways of getting information…” Crowley trailed off in attempted threat.
You blinked coolly and made eye contact with the man in front of you again, “I’m aware. We’ll talk soon Crowley.”
He huffed in annoyance and was probably going to add a sarcastic comment for good measure but you hung up before he had chance, whilst you could have the last word, you would. He’d grumble about it next time he phoned you but the figure in front of you was the priority for the moment.
You gave the man a quick smile and put the phone back into your jacket, “so, who are you?”
“You’re not going to tell me first? You summoned me here, bad manners,” he shook his head and shoved his hand in his pocket, “I’ve got a fun Idea! You tell me what you know first.”
“Not much,” you said quietly, drawing yourself up to your full height, you weren’t that far off of being his eye level. “I know you’re an angel, I know a spell, hex or curse or something has linked your grace to me and I know it is powerful. I’m guessing you’re not enthralled by this and I’m hoping no one else has to die.”
“Huh, better than nothing. Wait, backtrack, who died?”
“Some demons, hence Crowley keeping tabs.”
“Oooh,” he pulled a face, “so that’s why you’ve had an escort, what’d you do?”
His chatty manner put you at ease slightly but if you’d only witnessed a shred of his power then although you didn’t trust him, it’d be wise to at least humour him.
“Um, a minor tremor and fire-”
“That’d explain the energy drain, which is very annoying y'know,” he rolled his eyes before clapping suddenly, “heh, don’t jump, done anything else, then?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You don’t know? Bummer. Why not?”
You clenched your teeth, you’d hoped angels would be less infuriating than demons but apparently being evasive was synonymous with being a supernatural entity. Taking a breath you carried on, “I can’t remember past a few weeks ago.”
“That’s gold, karma’s a bitch,” he grinned, “I met her a while back, she’s mean, worse than fate and luck put together… although, just as feisty when she’s-”
“Seriously who are you?” You snapped, cutting him off.
“Gabriel,” he said simply.
You furrowed your brow for a moment, racking your brain for any angel information you’d picked up when it hit you.
“As in the arch angel?”
He clicked his fingers and winked, “you got it!”
“But everyone thinks I’m dead, so maybe keep that bit quiet,” he smiled and took another step forward, before looking down at the broken glass again, “man, you really are a liability.”
“I try my best,” you replied sarcastically, “so how can I disconnect from this, clearly the arrangement isn’t ideal for either of us?”
Gabriel paused for a second and squatted down to pick up a shard of glass. He looked at it for a brief moment before pointing it in your general direction.
“I know 2 ways,” he said, waving the piece of glass at you, “number one, we get the original witch to cast a counter spell with you and I there… and number two you won’t like.”
“Number two I kill you,” he shrugged, on seeing you suddenly freeze and your breathing hitch, he rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to do number two! Geez, lighten up, grumpy!”
“Encouraging,” you muttered, “Crowley will-”
“Crowley will not find out. He’s got a few buddies who in particular need to think I’m still dead, don’t trust him as far as I can throw him,” Gabriel said, throwing the piece of glass he was still holding back on the pile for effect.
“Problem. Keeping that secret could be troublesome. Rowena, the witch in question, is Crowley’s mother,” you grimaced, “she’s not stupid-”
“But you you are,” he replied. You felt a flare of anger flicker through you and a light flickered close to Gabriel’s head. He threw you a disapproving look before speaking again, “we don’t need the little Scottish witch. She didn’t cast it.”
Your mouth formed a small ‘o’ shape and you went exceedingly quiet. Plus side, you didn’t need Rowena anymore. Negative side, Crowley suddenly had less use for you…
Skittles: My mom died on my birthday last year. I woke up and she was dead. My dad died on mother’s day. *tears*
BW: I’m really sorry. You said you were sober before they died?
Skittles: Yes, I’d been sober since I was 18. I’m 25 now.
BW: When did you start doing drugs?
Skittles: I was 12. My older sister was doing heroin and I sniffed it. Been liking it ever since.
BW: What’s the plan for the future?
Skittles: … Just to wake up.
BW: What do you mean wake up?
Skittles: Just to wake up. The crack isn’t even that good. I don’t do it all the time. I think the prostitution for me is, like, more of an addiction because I feel like somebody loves me. I know I’m not being loved but I’ve already told myself, for that 2 minutes, I’m being loved.
He’d woken up with the sun, watching from his spot in bed through the window as the first beams of light shone through the blades of the blinds, casting perfect shadows across her face. The night before, he’d made plans with Will to meet up at his gym and show him around the city before his flight later that afternoon, but watching her as she slept for the first time in nearly a month, he couldn’t help but wonder how he had ever planned to do anything but this. Propping himself up a bit more, he settled with his back against the headboard of the bed, one hand coming to rest in her tousled blonde waves, fingers carding through her hair ever so lightly so as not to wake her. He pressed his thumb against the wrinkles in her forehead, smoothing them out as he did, putting her more at ease. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as she relaxed against him, felt all the tension ease it’s way out at his touch, knowing he was the cause. Memorizing her face was one of his favorite hobbies, and he always seemed to forget just how much he loved moments like this until the next time he was able to. The way he could pick up on even the smallest of details without interruption – the way her chest would fall and rise in uneven pulses as she slept, falling more and more into rhythm the deeper she fell; the freckles that littered across her nose, often hidden by makeup, but exposed and bare to him now, in the early hours in the morning; the way her fingers gripped the edges of her pillow, holding it closer to her in a silly kind of embrace; the length of her lashes, the curl of her lips, the pure innocence that canvassed her features as she slept, almost childlike, but still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and he wondered briefly how he ever got by without her in his life. Reaching over for his phone, he sent a quick message to Will telling him something had come up and they’d have to meet up later. It was hours before she stirred – 11:30, to be exact – and not once had he taken his eyes from her, content to watch over her as she slept. Blue eyes fluttered open, searching him out, and he couldn’t help but beam at her, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her forehead. “Good morning, beautiful. Did you have sweet dreams?”