Proud but Never Satisfied

She named her daughter after a road sign

Salter Tryge (pronounced Trig) Loots Pocket Aughyst (pronounced August) Taileigh Lotiss Leviathin (yes spelled like that) Bacchus Daniyal (a girl, pronounced like Daniel)

I took latin in middle school. I don’t actually remember much now, but i’m telling you, it was IMPOSSIBLE to look this girl I knew in passing in the eye because her name was Latrina. 

Latrina.

Jaden

Brayden

Hayden

Ayden

Grayden

Cheryl

Beryl

Mick

Bazza

Wazza

Ladasha

Her: We changed it when I was little

You: You changed it to Latrina?

Her: Yeah!It used to be Shithouse.

Words:  1,363

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Just the usual swear words

Summary: This chapter provides a glimpse of Crowley’s friendship with you. I hope you don’t feel he’s too out of character. My goal was to add a new layer to who he is - his more human side coming into play here. This story lets us see a side of Crowley he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.

Author’s Notes: You’ll want to read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 before diving into this one! Alternatively, you can read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 on AO3 right now!

ALSO!!! I’ve completed the entirety of this series today. So the plan is you get this chapter now and then tomorrow you get the last two as a two-fer! 

If you’d like to be added to the Crowley tags, just let me know! I’ll add you to the list!

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The jarring sound of the timer makes you jump. “Oh! Uh, I guess dinner’s ready. It might be good to put a little food on top of the whiskey,” you say as your face goes flush. Dammit.

Crowley looks at you before he recovers himself. “Yeah. Can’t have you being a sloppy drunk my first time here.”

You both laugh and chat together over your comfort food. You find the conversation easy. It’s nice discussing things not related to hunting. It almost feels like life before everything turned upside for you. 

It must have been nearly an hour before your chair became uncomfortable. Trying to readjust yourself, “you want to go watch some TV? My ass is starting to hurt in this chair,” you laugh.

“Sure, Love. Let me just get these dirty dishes squared away.” He picks up your plate and utensils along with his own and places them in the sink. 

Right as you move to the kitchen island to watch him clean the dishes, he snaps his fingers, and now everything is pristine and put in their rightful spots. He turned around to give you that cocky smile of his, complete with one eyebrow raised.

Scrunching your nose again, you let out a huff in disappointment. “Well, that’s just cheating,” you pout.

Words:  2076

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: Cursing/Swearing

Summary: You let Crowley ride all the way back to your home in the mountains of Georgia. Just how at ease are you around him?

Author’s Notes: You’ll want to read Part 1 and Part 2 before diving into this one! Alternatively, you can read Parts 1 - 4 on AO3 right now!

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After a while, Crowley places his arm next to yours on the armrest. You can feel him watching you for a reaction. Determined, you don’t give in to his game.

You move your arm closer to the middle so your palm can rest on the gear shift that divides you. Crowley’s little finger grazes across your hand during the movement as you try not to notice. He leaves his hand where it is, lightly touching your wrist as he looks out his window.

A few minutes go by. If only you could see Crowley’s face now, you would see a smiling man. Even while he’s earned the silent treatment from you, he can’t help but smile, knowing you didn’t jerk your hand away. He dares not move it now. He’ll happily take any tiny brush of your skin against his.

Despite yourself, you pull your arm back into the armrest, your skin still gliding across his hand. You just wanted to be mad at him and all the shit that went down last night. Yet, here you are, looking for your next contact high with him. When did you become such an addict for him?

Reasoning that you’re still not creating space between the two of you, Crowley pretended to stretch his arms and fingers. He brought his arm back down to its original area, but this time, his extended fingers overlapped yours experimentally.

You waited a moment to see if it were accidental, but he never removed it. You looked down at your hands and then glanced at Crowley. Of course, he continued to look out the window. That ass. You kept yours underneath his hand as your heart picked up its pace.

I don’t know about you, boys But if you’re like me, then hanging around This old manhole is bringing you down…

-”Our Lady of the Underground” from Hadestown

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i’ve just been coloring my old Hadestown sketches and here’s the last one. Persephone isn’t the broody type–she’s just enjoying a little drink by herself for a minute.

take your time, they said.

Hadestown + Parks and Recreation [insp.]

Words:  1,682

Pairing: Crowley x Reader 

Warnings: Curse words. That’s it!

Summary: Crowley mucked up last night for you. Are you ready to forgive him just yet?

Author’s Notes: You’ll want to read Part 1 before diving into this one!

If you’d like to be tagged, just let me know! I’ll add you to the list!

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After walking down the road to the liquor store, you got your whiskey of choice, Southern Comfort. Crowley always likes to pick on you about it, saying it was too sweet to be a whiskey. You always retorted that it’s just sweet enough to match your personality.

Goddamn it. Why are you thinking of Crowley? Just get back to your room. That lowball isn’t holding scotch tonight, that’s for damn sure. 

After about 20 minutes, you finally arrived at the motel. While you were still upset about your bar experience and lack of sex, the walk helped get rid of a lot of the anger and even some of the stress. Take the win. 

Closing the door behind you, you lean back against it, a sigh of relief leaving you as you’re now away from everything. Surely, there won’t be anything to stress you out here. This motel has premium cable, you remember. The perfect way to ignore the thoughts of tonight’s events is to find an easy comedy to distract yourself for a few hours. 

For anyone interested in a friends to lovers reader insert with Crowley from Supernatural, I got you!

This is my first ever fanfic! Crowley deserved better and I don’t think I’ll ever be over it. You will see italicized words and sentences. These are the internal thoughts of the reader.

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Author Notes:

You’ve been working closely with Crowley for over a year. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself falling him.

One night while celebrating with all 4 members of Team Free Will, you decide to find a little bedroom fun from the bar. That is, until Crowley ruins it for you. Can he get back in your good graces?

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The hunt had been quick and mostly painless. For the first time in ages, you couldn’t complain too much. The Winchesters felt like this was a good time as any to celebrate. Had they been anyone else, you wouldn’t have trusted them enough to go to the bar. But as life would have it, you’ve worked with them on cases in the deep south for the past 6 years.

Sitting at the bar, you think back to the early days of working together. Along with working with the Winchester men, you often found yourself teamed up with their friend Castiel. The most surprising of all was when they introduced you to Crowley. The moment they uttered “King of Hell,” your mouth dropped in disbelief. Before you started asking questions, Dean already started his spiel.

“Hey, look, I’m cool with it. Really,” you soothed their collective anxiety. Dean, Sam, Cas, and Crowley all stared in confusion at you. You shrugged. “What? You have a reason for working with him, right? And from what I gather, y'all have been doing it for years. Y'all have taken on Lilith and won. You’ve been in the damn middle of a gods’ conference and survived. Not to shortchange Crowley here,” you nodded an acknowledgment towards the demon, “but dollars to donuts you could have ended him many times over and you haven’t. On top of that, I believe y'all wouldn’t let us meet each other if you thought he’d try to harm me anytime soon. So when I say I’m cool with it, I am. Because I trust both of y'all.”

Crowley briefly appraised you before a quick raise of his eyebrows and a small smirk. “Oh, I think I like her. She’s actually intelligent. Although, she is wrong in thinking either of you could’ve taken my life. Nevertheless, I’m surprised you three don’t work with her more.”

You required extra help over the past eighteen months from the Winchester boys after an uptick of cases in the Southeast. Occasionally, they wouldn’t be able to make it down from the Midwest with their own sets of problems. They gave you Crowley’s number after they couldn’t get in touch with Cas. Sure beats trying to get all the necessary ingredients to summon him the old fashioned way.

The phone rang and rang. You were about to hang up and prepare your bags for another solo hunt. “What?!” an agitated voice bellowed as you heard a man whimpering in the background.

LNC | CROWLEY