One shots and Drabbles

God I Hate Glitter. (Reader/Gabriel)

Summary: The first words their soul mates will say to each other appear on their bodies throughout their life, after significant events take place. Normally there is at least one word by the age of 20. 25 a "Blank Canvas" and broke, the reader finally finds a job dealing with the curse she has of bringing other soul mates together. Coping with a new job and mysterious disappearances is fine dealing with Fake F.B.I? Not so much.

 Hi everyone! This is my  first ever one shot!

I can do a part two if it's requested XD!

Anyway! Enjoy :D  

Mentions of original character deaths, violence, swearing, fluff... that's about it.

"I'm not going to lie" I flashed my brightest smile "I've always been fascinated with the ideas and possibilities of soul mates for a very long time-"

"Yeah I get that, but what makes you different? What sets you apart from the other applicants?" Mr Roman ("Call me Dick") sat with his elbows on the table fingers domed touching at the tips and a very uncomfortable grin on his lips. I was almost expecting a creepy "Excellent" to slip past those blindingly white teeth.

I shuddered and covered it up with a sigh. I was currently being interviewed for some office job that dealt with the victims of "What If I Never Find My Soul-Mate? Syndrome" (I call them WINS for short, WIINFMSMS Is a bit of a mouthful.) And I wasn't doing too badly, sure the boss was beyond sketchy in his overly tailored pinstripe suit and I don't like people or the idea of working with people or having to be around really sad people but I needed this job... this is what I wanted to say:

"I need the money. I'm boarder line bankrupt. I'm about to get evicted and my cats hungry. I'm willing to work my ass off for it even if it means dealing with people's relationship struggles. We are all going through the stupid and darn right annoying journey of finding a soulmate that is beyond psychotic considering some of us will never find them in this life, but I'm willing to put other people's misery before my own if it means not having to work in retail EVER. And with this job I can wipe my lonely tears with twenties and wallow in self-pity chugging down the good ice-cream instead of crying my eyes out at 2am in my jammies wondering why I can't be rich and how come my cat can't be my soulmate... Yes I'll leave now and never return."

I shifted suddenly uncomfortable in my business attire and his never moving grin.

There was only one way I was going to win... as honest as I could get away with.

What I said as I smiled brightly.

"I smile a lot and people like talking to me because I listen... or at least they think I do. It's hard for you to ask me how I am different when unfortunately people can be painstakingly the same. I will say though what sets me apart is that I can be what people want me to be rather than what they were expecting... and" I hesitated, "I'm jinked that when people meet me they find their soulmate... I'm not being vein, it's a curse but I'm willing to use it for good instead of evil for a change." I added hopefully, smile still in place.

Mr. (Dick) Roman leaned back in this chair a half smile now in place, it was the first time I had not seen his teeth in the forty minutes we had been communicating. While his fingers drummed on his shiny desk I took a moment to become self-conscious of my pencil skirt I have never worn until now and the ladder forming in the crotch of my stockings I hoped he couldn't see. He took his bloody time pondering my answer. I took my time in investigating the ceiling tiles while praying to whatever angel was out there to allow something good to happen... I mean yeah it was bad that two employees here have gone missing in the past month but hey their loss.... I am a terrible horrible person who will burn in hell.