Sometimes i write stuff

You drive the Bentley for the first time.

"I locked the keys in the car" from prompt list

TW: a bit of swearing

Everyone knew Crowley never ever let anyone drive his Bentley. Sometimes you wondered if he loved that car more than you, then again, you loved that car too. And you really wanted to have a go driving it. A few of your dates had been driving in the Bentley, talking about whatever it was you wished, playing those question games couples used to get to know each other, you both thought they were stupid but some of the things you guys come up with had you both laughing your guts out. Other times yous listened to music, and sometimes you'd sing along, and Crowley also saw you singing and it brought this look to his face that it's hardly ever seen on him.

You were planning to go on another one of those dates, and decided to pop the question.

"Can I drive?"

"Wh- what?"

"Can I drive this time?"

"But we always go in my car"

"Yea that's what I mean I wanna drive the Bentley"

"But-.. Why... Um"

Yancy x Reader

Promt "is that my shirt?"

Warnings: bit if swearing

Its been a few weeks since Yancy got out on parole. He didnt have anywhere else safe to go so ofcorse you offered for him to live with you. Its been an awkward yet comfortable couple if weeks. You both realised that you were two people who didn't know much about each other, you knew more snice escaping prison becuase of all the visitations, but it was only about an hour every third sunday. Most people would normally try to learn more about eachother before living together. Though, when the convetsations flowed, it felt natural, like you have known eachother for years.

One thing you did learn, it Yancy can fuckin cook. Everything hes ever made, was amazing. Sometimes you tried to help sometimes, but you can tell he has a rythem and you don't wanna mess with it. You loved watching him cook when you don't have anything else to do. Sometimes you would talk but other times you would just watch and listen to him sing as he goes. He doesnt always realise your there when hes singin and blushes when he looks up and your there.

You wish you could have another one of those moment and watch him cook your dinner, but you had laudry to do. You already brought everything off the line and brought it up stairs. You just have to seperate and fold your and Yancys clothes. You had a soda to drink with you but as you opened it it spat droplets over your shirt. Crap. Oh well your doing lauddy anyway. Taking off your now wet shirt, you grabbed a white one out of the pile and put it on. You didnt realise til after you had it on that it was larger than your other shirts. When you looked down you noticed a faded red spot on the shirt and then knew it was Yancys. Huh, comfy. You decided to just wear it for a lil longer.

You finished folding all the landry and sat Yancys pile in his room and were now in yours putting them in theyre respective draws when you heard footsteps from the hall.

"(Y/N)?"

"In here"

He swung with the door as it opened.

"Dinners ready downsta-" he stopped and gave you a confused look

"You okay Yance?"

"Is that my shirt?" He asked. You forgot you were wearing it.

"Huh? Oh i thought it was mine" you lied

"Sorry soda got on the one I was wearing before, I change it now-"

"No no, it uh, it looks good on youse" He said blushing

"...really?"

"Yea. Besides, memories" he said smirkin

"A white shirt holds memories to you?"

"A white shirt with a blood stain from the first day we met when youse beat me in a fight"

"Hey you started that fight"

"Its ok" he laughed "after youse won is when i realised I liked youse"

You gave him a look of smiled confusion. He then realised he had said that other part out loud and heavily blushed.

"So uh, dinners. Down stairs" he hurried out of your room and down the stairs

"Wait! What about rhat you likin me?!" You quickly followed him.