Supernatural Imagines & Preferences ^Completed^

Red and Green(Crowley×Reader)

   12th Day of Christmas

   Your absolute favorite color was green. Crowley's was red. You both hated the others color but fortunately, it just so happens that these colors represented a holiday you both loved, Christmas. Actually, you loved Christmas and Crowley just tolerated it for you. Decorating, ironically, was something he liked doing. You were always arguing over what color ornaments should be going on the tree, which was fairly irrelevant and childish on your part. 

   "(Y/N), the whole goddamn tree is green. Why can't we just put red glass balls and leave out the green ones." You shook your head, getting slightly irritated.

   "I'm not getting pissed at your for wanting your ornaments on the tree, so why are you getting pissed with me. I understand the tree is already green, but I figured it would just be fair if we put the same amount of each color onto the tree," you said grabbing a green one and sticking it as high as you could reach. Crowley pursed his lips, obviously a bit annoyed. He went to say something, but then clamped his mouth shut and put his ornament on the tree. "Dear, what were you going to say?" He shook his head, reaching into the box for another red ball. You reached for it and put it back, crossing your arms. Crowley sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. 

   "I was going to say you were right, but I didn't want you to have the satisfaction knowing you were so I shut my mouth." You smiled, giggled, and kissed his cheek.

   "Babe, I'm always right. You don't have to tell me," you replied sassily, making him laugh a little.

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Sorry this one is up extra late tonight. I haven't been able to write because of school and finals and stress and all of that good shit :)

QUESTION: Favorite Christmas story?