Requested by @hiswickedkitty, who was drowning in paper work yesterday. Hope this helps!
Relationship: Crowley x reader
Mounds of paperwork. That would be your death. Crushed by every type of office paper imaginable. Lined. Printer. Florescent. Photo. Extra thick. That one would most likely be your final demise. You could see the headlines now:
Local woman, secretary, died yesterday afternoon after a mountain of paper fell atop her. She suffered a massive paper cut to the throat and suffocated under the weight of bills, memos, files…
“Daaarling, are you awake?”
You jumped and spun in your chair. Some papers went whoosh and landed on the floor. There was someone else in your office with you. Crowley was in your office with you.
“Jesus! You scared me!” you said, clutching your chest.
“Not quite. My apologies, though. I’ve been calling your name for a minute. Were you daydreaming, my love?”
“About my death. I’m dying under all this blasted paperwork!”
Crowley chuckled, and you almost threw a stack of files at him.
“There shall be no dying today,” he said as he approached you, holding his hand out to you. You took it, despite your grumpy disposition. “Paper work is the bane of my existence. I avoid it whenever I can. So, I’ve come to whisk you away, if you so desire.”
Suddenly, the mounds of paper seemed smaller and tension rolled off your shoulders as they fell. “I thought you’d never ask!”