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italian reader + sturniolo head canons

(matt x reader)

warnings : extra cringe 😨

requested by: anon 🤍

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- you moved from verona to the us with your parents , and immediately became friends with the triplets in the last year of highschool.

- very quickly , their family became yours , spending weekends with them all , cooking with mary lou and nick , watching baseball with jimmy and chris .

- matt was abit different, you would spent nights cuddled up to his side , teaching him italian traditions and the language , and laughing at his failure . slowly getting him ready for your family .

- the first time he met your parents he was shaking with anxiety, overthinking every little thing . while you weren’t a couple , it was very apparent to everybody but you guys , that things were different. your mama immediately welcomed him with open arms , spoiling him with love . dad was abit harder to convince, but after a while he started to enjoy matt’s company .

- you would spend most weekends together with your family , nick helping your mom and you cooking , matt and chris with your dad . all eating together and listening to music .

- you and matt became official after a late night cooking session, dancing in the kitchen to santa lucia , prompting your first kiss .

- you had carpet picnics watching old movies with the boys , a blanket feast of your favourite foods , including bread , oil and balsamic vinegar, something you put them onto early in your friendship.

- they were invited to family get togethers and it was the same with their family , slowly morphing into one . holidays were the best as you spent them together .

- chris threw himself into the culture , the italian stallion himself ended up fully embodying the italian in his blood .sometimes you would come home from work and he would allready be in your kitchen with your mother , dancing around as she forces him to eat a new food .

- “matt you don’t have to drink if u don’t want to” “i want to try it , i’ll just have a glass of red with dinner like you do” “ do you want my wine i don’t like it” “root beers in the fridge my dad stocked up since i mentioned you like it”

- “chris take your hat off inside” “my hairs a mess why?” “ just do it chris!”

- nick took learning the language very seriously, italian phrases making a way into allmost every day conversation. he also loved the music , you and him would go on late night drives (you driving ofc) blasting mamma maria and gloria full volume on your way to maccies .

- going to italian restaurants constantly, matt making it very known your mommas cooking was ten times better .

- “mamas risotto is way better , i mean it’s still good , but it’s just not the same”

- chris and matt getting stuck in wine fueled conversations with your father while the rest cleans up after dinner . sharing story’s of his childhood in verona .

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Original Dorm: Jollirogger

Since Captain Hook won the poll, I present to you all my original dorm named Jollirogger (jolly-raw-grr).

History:

The dorm Jollirogger (loosely based on the Jolly Roger ship) is based on the Captain’s spirit of fearlessness.  The dorm involves a water moat around an island that houses the actual building.  The building is a black concentric castle that is loosely based on a shipwreck with white sails standing at the corners of the castle ground.  The rooms are mostly wooden-looking, the decor is a gold color, and most of the other items (bed covers, carpets, pillow cases, etc.) are maroon, white, and/or black.  Customarily, all students receive a treasure chest locker for their personal belongings and 3rd years will receive a hammock that they can string up in their rooms for relaxation.  On the beach of the island is a sizable rock cave named Skull Rock where the dorm’s ships are docked.  Dorm members, with the supervision of a 3rd year can take the boats out to sea to enjoy swimming, fishing, sailing, and/or sightseeing.  There are five boats, two small ones reserved for first years, two medium ones reserved for second years, and one large one reserved for third years.  It is a tradition at the beginning of the year to vote for the names of the boats, and they will be carved into the plaques on the ship along with the names from past years.  Housewardens are appointed if they can defeat the previous/current Housewarden in a sword duel and a boat racing contest.  The competitors can choose the boat and their crewmates for the race, but when sword dueling, the swords are the same kind.  Once made Housewarden, they get to choose their own Vice-Housewarden and the losers will have to clean the boats for the rest of the year.

Uniforms:

School Uniform: The uniform is the same as all the other dorms, but they wear a dark maroon vest and their arm ribbons are maroon and white striped.

P.E. Uniform: The uniform is the same as all the other dorms, but they wear a maroon shirt under the jumpsuit.

Labwear: The same as the other dorms, just with the Jollirogger dorm colors and emblem.

Ceremonial Robes: The same as the other dorms.

Dorm Uniform: The Jollirogger students enjoy creative liberty in what they wear, but what is required is a maroon vest and a white undershirt.  Pants are usually a darker color, but all students must wear a scarf around their waist to represent their school year (1st years wear white, 2nd years wear blue, 3rd years wear red, and Headwardens/Vice-Headwardens wear black).  Most students wear sturdy water boots and a variety of gloves for the labor they often have to do while sailing.  The Headwardens traditionally wear a maroon coat paired with a tricorne hat of the same color and a white feather.  On the other hand, Vice-Headwardens usually wear a blue and white striped shirt under their vest.

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Jasper Hooke:

Based On: Captain Hook

Backstory: Jasper is a natural leader with a deadly sense of fearlessness, which inevitably led to him losing his left hand.  When he was a younger lad, he owned a golden pocket watch that his mother gifted him before sailing out to sea for a voyage.  When she never returned, Jasper vowed to treasure and take care of the watch until she came back.  One day, when he was playing on the beach with his friend, Perry Pax, Perry took an interest in the pocket watch and demanded to see it.  As Perry held it in his hands, much to Jasper’s dismay, he accidentally dropped it in between the rock formations they were climbing on at the beach.  Instantly, Jasper tried to retrieve it, but it was wedged so deep between the rocks that he ended up breaking his hand squeezing it through the crevice.  In the end, he was unable to retrieve the watch and his hand was so stuck that it had to be amputated.  Now, Jasper has a metal left hand, and at first he struggled to do things because he is left-hand dominant, but he learned through years of practice and returned to a normal life.  He often wears gloves because he’s insecure about the metal limb, and it has been his lifelong journey to find a way to get back his mom’s watch.

Personality: Reserved and snarky, as the Housewarden, Jasper is a guy who hates the younger generation.  Even if you’re just a year younger than him, he deems you a child and will act all annoyed when dealing with the 2nd and 1st years of his dorm.  He only tolerates a select few who demonstrate maturity and will favor them over his other 2nd and 1st year classmates.  He’s only really close friends with Silas, who he grew up with, and Azul, who he appreciates the businessman in him.  He’s very laid back with much patience, but repeated offenses are often punishable with harsh tones and sarcastic comments.

Silas Smeeth:

Based On: Smee

Backstory: Silas knew of Jasper’s incident at the beach, and what was first an action of pity became the start of a brotherhood.  After Jasper’s injury, many of the townspeople gave gifts to the boy while he was recovering.  Silas’ parents were sailing buddies with Jasper’s mom so he was forced to bring a gift.  He didn’t quite understand the importance of giving the older kid a sword, but he dutifully delivered the long box to Jasper.  He noticed that the older boy kept his left hand under the blankets the whole time he was there, but he was really polite when accepting the gift and seemed very distant, just staring out the window of his room at the nearby ocean.  After Jasper realized he had been given a sword, he instantly lit up and began asking if Silas enjoyed sword fighting too.  Silas didn’t know anything about swords, but he said yes just to make the other happy.  After his arm healed and his metal hand was installed, Jasper invited Silas over almost daily to sword fight with.  Jasper quickly realized that Silas had no experience, so he spent most of the time teaching him the basics.  Eventually, as the two grew older, they took over their family businesses and spent most of their time on the sea together, looking for lost treasure.  Silas is usually the ship’s accountant/record keeper, but he has developed a knack for acting and enjoys tricking people.

Personality: A cheerful and happy-go-lucky fellow who may act really sweet towards you, but he’s really just trying to pocket any valuables you may have on you.  He grew up around many treasure hunters and he’s been taught a few tricks over the years, but he’ll often just steal stuff as a joke and see how long he can do it before he gets caught.  He will always return your items and thank you for letting him practice on you.  He contrasts Jasper’s bad cop attitude toward the younger dorm members by being the good cop Vice-Housewarden and lets them come to him with their complaints.  He doesn’t always agree with Jasper’s ideals, but he’s willing to stick by his friend’s side after all they went through.

Taka Toc:

Based On: the crocodile that attacks Captain Hook

Backstory: He spent most of his life watching his parents get shunned in Never Land because of their half-reptile appearance.  They had a humble abode near the beachside, away from the center of town, and he learned to hate his crocodile side.  After he got his ability to transform into a crocodile centaur thingy, he learned that it was deemed a curse by his peers so he avoided it at all costs.  When he arrived at Night Raven College, he was amazed by all the half-animal students and felt more comfortable sharing his animal side.  At school, he's on a mission to return this golden pocket watch he found when wandering the beach when he was younger to its owner, and he hopes to find them at NRC. After he found it, he attempted to place a spell on it to return it to its owner, but it kind of backfired.  Instead, because of his magical mistake, Taka discovered his unique magic.  His unique magic will only not work on the original owner of the watch, which kind of works out in his favor.  He doesn’t like to use his unique magic much, preferring to use words or his fists in arguments.

Personality:  He’s secretly insecure, but he puts on a brave and strong front.  He’s very charismatic, but has the characteristics of a hopeful puppy.  He isn’t really used to praise, so when his classmates compliment him, he collapses into a stuttering and blushing mess.  While he’s self-conscious of his reptilian features like his eyes, teeth, and tail, he’s very proud of his muscles.  He enjoys working out because it helps him relax and release all of his frustrations in a positive way.  While he looks like he can beat you up in a fight, he always uses gentle words first, but if his friends get insulted or hurt, he’s not afraid to throw a punch.  He has a persistent attitude and is really desperate to find a way to return the pocket watch to its owner because he knows there is someone missing the golden valuable.

All images of my characters are from Picrew (https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1564386)

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decorating the tree - f.c x gn!reader

posted december 13th, 2022 4:40 pm

merry blurbmas, loves xo

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You and Frank had fallen into a habit these last few months of stumbling into your apartment while he’s literally bleeding out and insisting no real doctors are needed and then ruining your brand new carpets (that you just keep replacing and repeating the process).

This night was different, you had repeatedly told Frank you were busy tonight because of plans. 

Plans to decorate your entire apartment in hopes to add a little bit of Christmas cheer into your home. 

No, you hadn’t specifically told Frank exactly what your plans were, just that you were busy and that he needs to not do anything to get himself almost killed until at least the following night.

But of course, just as you finished wrapping the colorful lights around your tree, you heard that godawful banging on your front door. Frank never listened.

You set down the box of ornaments with a sigh, making your way to the door. “I thought I told you not to be stupid tonight” the minute you opened the door you were met with a bloodied Frank holding his side and leaning on the wall for support. 

“Somethin’ came up last minute” he grunted out as a response, hobbling into your apartment.

You shut the door and worked at a faster pace to clear the couch of everything you had piled onto it before you help him sit down. 

“Thought you had a hot date tonight,” Frank teased, watching as you rushed around the living room looking for where you had put the first aid kit. 

“Don’t move an inch, I swear to god, Castle if you get even a drop of blood on my tree skirt I’ll finish the job” You threatened, before walking down the hall and into the bathroom.

“Tree skirt?” Frank took in his surroundings, almost laughing at the sight of the holiday decor all over your place. “Huh, you made quite the mess,” Frank said, looking in your direction as you shushed him and knelt in front of the couch. 

“Stitches or bandages?” You asked, rummaging through the small bin. “Bandages, I didn’t realize you were such a big fan of Christmas, sweetheart.” 

“Most of it was my grandmothers- you came to me for bandages? You know usually, I’d find that endearing if I hadn’t specifically told you-”

“I told ya it was last minute- fuckin christ” you mumbled a sorry as you continued to clean him up, attempting not to freak out over the blood on your new carpet.  

As you bandaged him up, you kept catching yourself glancing at Frank’s eyes, almost admiring how pretty they were with Christmas lights reflecting in them. 

Carefully pressing the last bandage over his ribcage you spoke, “you owe me, Frankie” “don’t I always?” He turned his gaze to you.

You smiled, ignoring the tingles that ran through your body when he looked at you the way he was right now like you were the last bit of good in the world.

“I mean, yeah, but this time I know how you can pay off all this debt,” you stood up moving towards the ornaments you had abandoned before. “You, sir, are going to tell me if there are any gaps while I put the ornaments on the tree,” 

“Alright, sweetheart,” Frank sat up slightly to get a better view of the tree.

After watching you sporadically place the variety of ornaments for fifteen minutes you felt his hand on your waist while he took the small bulb out of your hand.

“Wow, look at you, the big bad punisher, who’d have thought you were so good at decorating Christmas trees” you teased.

“Yeah, Lisa and Junior weren’t too good about placement so we would have them decorate it together and then redo the entire thing when they’d go to sleep” Frank didn’t open up often about his family, but whenever he’d recall good memories with you, you never missed the way his eyes lit up with a dejected light. 

“Maria would always tell me I was too crucial about it, that trees were meant to be fun but if it’s sitting in my living room, I’ll be damned if it ain’t pretty to look at.” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth. Frank turned to you grinning, “what’re you laughin’ at?”

“I didn’t realize you were such a big fan of Christmas, Frankie” you repeated his teasing tone from earlier causing him to scoff and turn his attention back to the tree. 

“What can I say, you’re pretty damn good at bringing back old memories, sweetheart” 

Your eyes never once left his face. “That’s a good thing?” you asked.

“It’s a great thing”

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Law & Order Special Victims Unit Season 22 Ep. 3 "Remember Me in Quarantine"

The Italian police requested assistance from the Special Victims Unit in the case of a missing young woman, Brittany Conigatti, who had been missing for a month. When her body was discovered, suspicion fell on her roommate, who was known for throwing parties, and her friend who was a drug dealer. Both claimed to have no memory of the night in question. The SVU squad is becoming impatient with lockdown and quarantine due to the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Benson receives a case involving a missing 20-year-old girl named Maria Ferraro from Milan, who is studying in New York. Amanda, Fin, and Kat visit Maria's apartment to investigate. Brad and Lexi, who were staying in the apartment, inform them that Maria moved out three or four weeks ago. They believed Maria was practicing social distancing and living alone. Kat discovered that the carpet in her room had been cleaned with bleach, revealing an old blood stain on the floor underneath. They then proceeded to the courtyard where they found a restaurant with a lock that appeared to have been tampered with. Upon entering, they noticed sneaker prints and drag marks. Fin discovered a freezer in the restaurant and upon opening it, found Maria frozen inside.

Olivia and Fin are in the morgue. The cause of death was asphyxiation. Maria was alive in the freezer and tried to climb her way out. Maria's father reveals that she was unhappy in her apartment due to excessive partying and drug uuse. She hit her head, and her death is ruled a homicide. Benson instructs Fin to obtain DNA from the roommates. She informs Maria's father of her death and reassures him that she did not suffer.

Rollins interviews Lexi, Maria's roommate, who claims to know nothing. Fin interrogates Brad about the disappearance of Maria. Brad claims he was in the Hamptons the weekend she disappeared and when he returned, his hockey bag was gone. He remembers Perry left the weekend after Maria left.

Kat and FIn visit Perry at the Immaculate Heart Rescue Center to gather information about Maria's disappearance. Perry reveals that he last saw Maria on Labor Day weekend and Fin requests a DNA sample. Perry also mentions that he left because Lexi kept bringing random guys home.

Maria was last seen alive on Saturday and everyone's fingerprints were found in her room. Brad's fingerprints were found on the hockey bag, but that is expected since it is his bag. Two viable semen samples were found during Maria's autopsy, one of which belongs to Brad. Brad admits to having had sex with Maria and apologizes for not saying anything. He explains that he is engaged and that Maria was being clingy, so he left. According to Brad's parents, they were not in the Hamptons when he was there, so he was alone.

During the interrogation, Rollins and Benson inquire about the presence of another man in the apartment on the night Maria disappeared. She apologizes for not disclosing this information earlier. Lexi admits to having a stress-relieving hookup with an unknown man named Sean, whom she met at a bar called "The Rolling Barrel". The bartender recognizes Sean. Fin quickly finds hi and asks him questions. They discover Maria's passport in his drawer and handcuff him. Benson and Carisi inform Maria's father that they are making progress.

Fin questioned Sean at the station about why he had Maria's passport and jewelry. Sean claimed that Lexi gave them to him as payment for edibles. He also claimed that he had a three-way with Lexi and Maria, and that Maria was alive when he left the apartment. Benson instructed Rollins to interrogate Lexi, as her story differed from Sean's.

Lexi stated that she gave Sean weed gummies, but was unaware of any other substances in them. She also denied any knowledge of the alleged three-way. Rollins advises Lexi to tell the truth. Lexi falsely accuses Sean of being a drug dealer. However, Benson doubts that Lexi could have carried a body down the stairs. Olivia instructs Rollins to return to Perry and verify his alibi. Perry claims to have had his headphones on all night and heard nothing.

Kat and Rollins return to Perry, who reports that Maria was initially upset about the noise in the apartment but eventually joined the party in Lexi's room.

Lexi's DNA was found on Maria and even on her bra clasp. Maria had drugs and alcohol in her system. Lexi said she came out of her room, gave Maria some wine, and they talked about Maria's worries. Sean gave Maria some gummies, which she thought were candy. The edibles hit her hard, and Sean started kissing her without her consent. In Maria's bed, the three of them were present. Maria was heavily intoxicated and asked Sean if they should call 911. Sean assured her that he would take care of it and advised her to relax. Benson informs Lexi that she hit her head. Confused and upset, Lexi asks Benson if she was responsible.

After Lexi and Sean were arrested, Brad turned on Lexi and went to the press against her. Fin went back to see Brad and asked him more questions. Brad stated that what happened to Maria was a tragedy, but Lexi didn't do it; Sean did it. Brad also admitted that he slept with Lexi because she wanted to be touched. He further revealed that he opened Maria's door with Lexi and Brad, and found that it was cleaned out.

Fin and Kat visit the Immaculate Heart Rescue Center and speak to a nun. She informs them that Perry had brought a bag of girl's clothes, and she had kept one of the sweaters. Perry confesses that he donated Maria's belongings, assuming that she would not return. He reveals to Rollins and Fin that he was close to Maria and had his headphones on when he heard noises coming from her rroom. Rollins informs him that she knows he cared for Maria. She was still alive when she was put in the freezer and tried to claw her way out for hours.

He denies knowing this and shouts that he doesn't care about Lexi. He thought Maria was dead since there was no pulse. He was angry about the noise and could hear them having sex. After Sean left, he entered her room to confront her about violating quarantine. She told him it was none of his business and pushed him away. He pushed her back, causing her to hit her head on the pipe. He believed she was dead and attempted to cover it up, unaware that she was still alive.

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Healing your inner child

I see a lot of millennials talking about healing their inner child and while I understand that we may have felt we missed out on things as a child, I am here to tell you that you cannot heal your inner child with permissive parenting.

As someone who has two kids and needs to pay someone to clean their carpet and to repair a few things because kids are destructive, letting your kids do all the things you wish your parents let you do as a child, gets old and expensive real quick. I believe part of the parenting expense is replacing things your kids break because they surely break a lot.

I see a lot millennials claiming they are buying themselves the McDonalds they never got as a child, which is cute, or whatever but buying yourself McDonald's because your parents claimed not to have McDonald's money when you were a child or having a closet full of shoes because your parents refused to buy you Jordan's is only going to make you fat, in debt, and your house cluttered. Do you know that after awhile shoes, even the real ones, start to dry rot? You have spent thousands of dollars on something with a very short shelf life. I am not one to tell anyone how to spend their money but putting a band aid on childhood wounds in the form of buying what you never had is not it. You need to ask yourself if the shoes are a trigger because you feel rejected, like your needs weren't truly met, and not having them made you feel inadequate and like you didn't fit in. Does your mom saying no to McDonald's make you feel ignored and neglected because you saw her money and she worked, so in your childhood mind, she surely had McDonald's money? Does childhood you think your mothers check should have been used to buy you shoes and fast food, even if you guys were just scrapping by but you didn't know it because it wasn't your place to know that your mom had to borrow money for rent or you were almost evicted or she had to go without food to buy your new shoes, even if they were payless? Did you have shoes and food to eat or did you just want Jordan's and McDonalds? Please don't get me wrong and say I am dismissing trauma, I am simply trying to give perspective. I know it hurts to see your parents with not just McDonald's money but Chick Fil A money and new outfit money for your kids, but think about this, a twenty something working a minimum wage, or just above wage job, with several kids to support, is different than a 40 or 50 something, who may have gone back to school to get a career and now has a better job, and let's be real, only having your grandkids a couple days a month is great on your food, water, and light bill. What I am saying is really look at your childhood trauma and ask yourself why is it tied to these really inconsequential things because it's probably not about the thing but the emotion and perceived action attached to it.

Monique is prime example of unhealed childhood trauma and projection, and anyone rooting for her to keep telling the same story for the last 15 years with no real intention of healing or reconciliation is just an enabler. Tyler Perry and Lee Daniels have both apologized to her and yet she still finds a way to make her yearly rounds about the same thing she has been complaining about for 15 years. For the record, I get it and I am not saying that Monique shouldn't tell her story but she made a choice and choices have consequences. We have all made the choice to say no to something and regretted it but if you look deeper, this is not about her allegedly being blackballed. I am not dismissing Monique's pain but I don't think her pain comes from Tyler Perry, Lee Daniels, or Oprah and if you actually listened to her talk and not just the sound bites, you would realize the experience triggered Monique.

Monique is a victim of childhood sexual abuse at the hands of her brother. It wasn't a one time thing, it was ongoing. Often when people are violated, they try to make themselves less appealing and I believe Monique's weight and hygiene, i.e. not shaving her legs is a way to make herself unattractive and therefore less of a target of abuse. I believe Precious triggered Monique's trauma and when the movie became big and her story became front page news, I believe it overwhelmed her and she wanted to retreat, which is why all expenses paid and an extra week didn't appeal to her, even when offered to bring her family. I think the promo and attention from all she was doing overwhelmed her and she needed a break and couldn't say it, so they made it about the money, which it wasn't because no amount of money would have been sufficient. 2009-2010 was Monique's year, she had a TV show, won an Oscar. Monique was it and I believe success can trigger deseeded trauma. I believe Monique was triggered when she saw her entire family on the Oprah Winfrey show supporting the person who caused her so much pain. It has to hurt to not be believed but to have everyone rally around the person who not only hurt you but is now clout chasing by saying it is true. That had to hurt. I don't think Monique needs an apology from the big three and I think all three have already acknowledged her pain and at least two have tried to pay her or give her a job, I think the apology and acknowledgements she needs is from the two people who are dead. I think she needed her mother to believe her and acknowledge her pain and she only did on national TV with her brother, her abuser. Even recently, someone claiming to be her sister, made a viral post attacking her for not attending her parents funerals and that had to hurt, even if she didn't acknowledge it. Even today, nearly 50 years later, no one has acknowledged the pain of what happened to her as a child and they all want her to move on and stop talking I don't think Monique ever got a real life, one on one acknowledgement of her pain from anyone, let alone her family, which is why every time someone disagree with her, she has to confront them and put them on blast. It's almost as if that experience of being called a liar as a child, has made her always want to defend herself and prove she isn't a liar. My heart really hurts for Monique and I say this in love, but it is time to figure out how to move forward. It has been 15 years and it seems as if every time she tells her story, the list of people that have wronged her, only seems to grow but it also seems as if the list of people who don't want to be associated with her or limit their interactions with her and her "daddy" grows as well. Like I said, Monique may very well be right but in a world built on relationships, it isn't working, especially if after 30 years in the game, you still have to borrow money to pay rent, obviously this hobo tour isn't working, so what is the plan, sis? How do we get you consistently working and paid for your jokes, not just your pain?

Then Jesus saw him and knew he had been ill for a long time, he asked him, “Would you like to get well?”~ John 5:8

It is time for Monique to get to the bag. You do not prove your innocence by lasting everyone you disagree with, you prove it by showing up, working hard, being talented, and handling grievances privately. I also don't think her husband is doing her any favors. I understand he is a king and he is protecting her but saying you're being raised by a mate in your 40s and 50s is a bit disconcerting, especially calling him daddy. I think that may also be another sign of trauma, maybe her dad was there but not present but either way, Monique is going to be 80 and Oprah will be dead and we will have long forgotten about Precious and Monique will still be on this who wronged me tour. Let's heal that inner child sis because this ain't it.

[twopoppies]

Oh, oh, omg the most absurd story I heard about 1D and drugs during their glory days was that they were all using so much coke on the floor they’d reserved that Perrie was hysterically upset and they had to find her a room on another floor (that parts not funny at all to be clear, it’s awful) and that when they left they had to hire a crew in hazmat suits to deep clean the carpets on the whole floor because there was so much coke everywhere. Like everywhere. Like in the hallways and stuff. WHAT!?!?

That sounds so made up and ridiculous. Like… it’s not the 80s. I don’t care how crazy they got, they’re not Guns ‘N Roses or some shit.

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Perry and Elisa headcanons:

Elisa thinks it's weird that a Nosferatu Thinblood has a Hecata-like bite, but it's Dove who, due to her experiences with Modian, immediately realises that Perry is a full blooded Samedi. When Dove raised the possibility that Perry might be Cappadocian to Elisa, she was worried they'd have to protect him from the Hecata (and that Dove would refuse to extend that protection because of the treaty), but Dove said "nah, he's Samedi, he's Hecata. He probably has that bane as the equivalent of a genetic throwback - sometimes that happens." (Dove would know.) Much relief ensues and Elisa helps Perry learn about the Samedi and Hecata, and even gets him in touch with a couple over time.

Elisa is pretty casual about the smell. She mentions it and she doesn't pretend it's not there either. "I'd hug you, Perry, but it's three AM and you smell like shit so I'll hug you first thing tonight." Perry is a bit defensive/standoffish at first but comes to appreciate it over outright hostility and/or when people "politely" pretend it's not there while obviously not wanting to deal with it.

For example, when Elisa gives him a room in her haven she'll be upfront about the fact she's using sheet/pillow protectors to stop him leaking on stuff, a room with no carpet so the smell doesn't get stuck in it, an ensuite so he can clean himself off easily... but unlike most, you know, she's actually offering a bed instead of pretending she doesn't have a place for him to stay, and she's also pretty "yeah you smell like shit in the morning but I'm just gonna have to deal with that." He's not sure what to think about this attitude in the beginning.

Elisa also teaches him to weaponise the smell. "You just met someone? Be considerate. Insist on meeting your contacts outdoors early on in the night, and standing downwind from them. They get difficult? That's when you start visiting them in their office an hour before dawn and sitting in their chairs and leaking on their upholstery. They'll soon get the idea that you're someone they want the goodwill of - and that's invaluable. Most fledglings have to work really, really hard to have that kind of power over somebody and all YOU have to do is change what time you're meeting someone. Use that."

The above point pretty much drove home to him that yeah she hates the smell, but not HIM, and she's willing to work with it. He develops a crush on her after that.

He does make a move when he's more confident, a few years later. She turns him down and at first he's pretty self loathing over it but they have an open discussion about the smell and she's like, "look, if I had feelings for you I'd just work with that - sexy stuff first thing after dusk when you're at your best. But I'm not going to pretend I'm interested when I'm not out of pity because we both deserve better. I'm sorry I hurt you but I can't say yes to this, not when I wouldn't mean it."

He got over it rather quickly, to his own surprise.

He has his own car. He calls it the Corpsemobile. When he gets the opportunity he loves to give people ultimatums - "either I ride with you and stink up your car, or you can ride in mine. And mine smells worse than the state I'd leave your car in."

Elisa helps set him up with a good ghoul - someone who runs a small mortuary. Puts a small mattress in one of the shelves, actually makes a nice comfortable haven out of it. It being a mortuary means the smell isn't suspicious, and he just pretends to the staff that he has a medical condition and its way less hassle to sleep in one of their drawers.

Getting the corpse stink out of his clothes is almost impossible so he's ALWAYS going through fresh clothes. Elisa helps set him up with another ghoul that can give him a steady supply of shirts, underwear and pants.

He hates getting pulled over because the second a cop gets a whiff of the interior of his car they think he's got a body in the trunk. Elisa uses her connection with Dove to get him a third ghoul in the police force, but when he's not in Tucson he's SOOL there.

He has discovered that maggots actually keep the smell down, as they eat away at the rot, so when he starts rotting a few hours after dusk, he applies maggots to the areas he sees are starting to deteriorate and wraps them in bandages. The smell doesn't go away completely but it does make a difference.

When he's outside of Tucson and a cop insists on searching his car, he peels away a bandage and says "actually, that smell is me." He also has a bunch of fake medical paperwork so that they don't insist on taking him to the hospital - he says he's on antibiotics and the maggots prevent the gangrene from killing him, and because of that he doesn't have to stay in hospital.

He knows a lot of facts about maggot therapy to make it convincing. In reality I'm pretty sure that gangrene is not something that you can be an outpatient for but most cops aren't going to know that if he can be convincing enough.

Once, he was travelling with Harley in the front passenger seat when they got pulled over in the early hours. He played dead as Harley desperately tried to get him to wake up to prove to the increasingly freaked out cop that he was alive and just had a "medical condition". After calling for backup and getting Harley on the floor, when the cop opened the side door Perry went "BOO!"

The cop shot him.

They had to kill the cop and bury the body to preserve the Masquerade before backup got there, because while they can cover up Perry's clan bane with "it's a medical condition", it's a lot harder to cover up a bullet through the chest.

Perry thought it was hilarious. Harley, who's a lot more squeamish about killing innocent humans and destroying the lives of their families and loved ones for the lulz, didn't think it was funny at all.

(Elisa backs up Harley but privately also thinks it's hilarious, except for the bit where they had to kill the cop. "It's one thing to kill to protect ourselves, it's one thing to kill because we're hunters eating our prey, but it's completely another to set up a human to die for your own amusement. Don't do that again."

"I didn't kill her for the lols, I just didn't think she'd -"

"SHE WAS A COP OF COURSE SHE WAS GOING TO FUCKING SHOOT YOU, YOU DUMBASS.")

Yeah, that prank did damage his relationship with Harley for a while.

BUT sadistic prank notwithstanding, he actually has a pretty good relationship with Harley. Harley wasn't sure about the stinky Samedi at first, but was too much the southern gentleman to be anything but polite about it. He quickly got used to it and saw Perry for the lost kid he was. Because Harley was in his forties when he was Embraced, he was pretty calm and difficult to faze, so he was able to rub off on Perry and help calm him down over time.

Perry and Harley were both furious at Lettow when Lettow came back to Tucson. The way Harlow saw it, putting Elisa through her First Season was completely unnecessary and Lettow could have properly vetted her, and also a huge risk to the Masquerade. The way Perry saw it, if someone of a different clan can put her own life on the line (due to the Accounting) to take in a complete stranger who'd been a Masquerade issue for nothing in return, the least Lettow could have done was look after his own fucking childe.

They were even less impressed when Elisa got sexually involved with him and then romantically, because they saw it as Elisa wanting the security of having a sire and Lettow exploiting that. Elisa, meanwhile, didn't appreciate being infantilised. She defended Lettow because "he kept an eye on me from a distance", and he left caches for her to discover and arranged for her to have jobs when the courier jobs started drying up. Harley and Perry were like "gee, how generous of him."

Perry was like "if I knew her standards were that fucking low I'd have asked her if she'd changed her mind about not going out with me"

Lettow was on thin fucking ice with the two of them for a while, and it took time for them to realise his feelings for her were sincere and that he wasn't going to abandon her again. In the meantime he rarely took their bait and let their attacks and accusations roll off his back - as an elder he rarely took things personally, understood it was between Elisa and her childer, and wanted to respect that she wanted to maintain some peace. Part of it was also due to guilt and self loathing. But he was also glad she had two very protective childer to watch her back, since he knew that safety and support was very important to her.

Harley and Perry also threatened to Fight Him, which caused Elisa to double facepalm bc one, Men, and two, elder with super strength and fortitude. Lettow just thought it was funny but also took the opportunity to bait them on being young and rash. He didn't resist ALL the time.

Lettow and Perry would never be close, but they came to respect the place the other had in Elisa's life, and even came to rely on each other every now and then.

[metuere-now-exspiritment]

@voirverite​ : ( perry launching himself, with a run and a leap, into spirit's ask box because he wants to hang out and also an antique he got is probably haunted. )

There’s clutter to clear — to wipe under the shag carpets, into the ashtray, even into her trouser pockets. Spirit clears her throat obnoxiously while she fluffs pillows and folds blankets. 

Compared to Perry, his messy friend here is the world’s most ungracious host. He’d be hard-pressed to find a clean glass for water, be better off using a dirtied glass already carrying something stronger. 

“If you want a seance, we have to do it at your place. The ambiance is better, and I like when all those people ask to talk to me after. Or — what is it? What did you want? Are you hungry? I have — I have celery, after you made me that drink.” 

[soloh]

September Music Favourites!

Not friends, no, we’re somewhere in between, ‘cause you’re awful, and I miss you and I killed you in my dream last night- I’m Trying (Not Friends), Maisie Peters

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m not okay, but at least I keep trying. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m just a name with a vampire’s diet.- VAMPIRE’S DIET, 3OH!3 ft. Bert McCracken

And I don’t talk shit about you on the internet, never told anyone anything bad. ‘Cause that shit’s embarrassing, you were my everything, and all that you did was make me fucking sad- Happier Than Ever, Billie Eilish

You were distracted, and the silence made a hat trick. It’s a long list with a lasting fix. Everybody knows that a breakup is better when there’s someone to hate, but you were my favourite way to stay up, and I’d say that still- Tough Act, Maisie Peters

But the monsters turned out to be just trees. When the sun came up you were looking at me- Out of the Woods, Taylor Swift

When did you decide that I didn’t have enough to buy? Forgive and forget you a thousand times for the fire and the sleepless nights- tragedy, Christina Perri

Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it. I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it after plaid shirt days and nights where you made me your own- All Too Well, Taylor Swift

It’s bad I get mad ‘cause I want him to miss me and make amends when he has done nothing wrong. We both got friends but I’m no good at keeping mine, he’s got his people when he needs to talk- Boy Who Has Everything, Annika Bennett

Do you crave me, or am I just your escape from the darkness that resides inside your brain? Call me devil, baby, but you know the truth. The only thing that you fear is you- Devil Inside Me, Halocene

And all my days have turned cold, but not as cold as your shoulder- Is It Just Me?, Emily Burns ft. JP Cooper

I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life, staying friends would iron it out so nice- closure, Taylor Swift

Maybe it’s okay and I shouldn’t be ashamed on the carpet, crying in a Tool t-shirt. Mama said it’s gonna hurt- I’M SO SAD, 3OH!3

Funny how it all works out in the end, you dance with the devil and you lose your head- Big Bad Wolf, Roses & Revolutions

We never struggled for a conversation ‘til you couldn’t find the words to say. Now I’m a comma in your explanation of your learning curves and your mistakes- Hollow, Maisie Peters

It was months and months of back and forth. You’re still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can’t wear anymore- Clean, Taylor Swift

Spotify playlist here!

[curiousconch]

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Chapter 6 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: Heather is taken hostage, but by whom? And she isn't alone. Rafael and Bryce set tries to find the missing link.

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 1.4k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / violence, language

Author's Notes: Thank you so much for taking time to read this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC Jordan Anderson.

Heather was due for another week in Johns Hopkins. So even though she didn't feel up to it after last night's fiasco, she forced herself to pack her clothes from the washer and clean out her temporary room.

She snuck glances to Bryce's bedroom door, trying to muster up the courage to face him and apologize. She was drunk last night. Drunk people make the lousiest mistakes, especially when that person is an emotional wreck. Long kept secrets of the heart creep up to the surface, often loaded with regrets like ticking time bombs inevitably blowing up the next morning.

In the end, she decided not to tell him her impassioned speech about nothing good ever happens after 2am, a reference from their shared favorite sitcom. Instead, she washed and cleaned and packed, and when the time came, left without a single word. She thought it was best to leave him be, giving them both space to process what they've just revealed. They'll just deal with it after she's done with her commitments in Maryland.

So she booked a car. And with one silent goodbye, she stepped out into the empty hallways. Her steps felt heavy against the carpeted floors, feeling more and more rueful with each. She was about to turn to the elevator bay when the fire exit flew open behind her.

Before she could turn around to see, an arm grabbed her by the waist while a piece of cloth covered her mouth and nose, muffling her shouts for help. Her head began spinning almost immediately. It wasn't long before she completely blacked out.

***

When Heather came to, she only saw darkness. Her immediate reaction was to scream, only to whimper after realizing she was gagged. Panic rose within her chest, as she struggled to think straight. She tried to blink to no avail. She was living in a nightmare, and she badly wanted to wake up. So she had two choices - either be a victim or be a survivor.

She chose the latter.

With that, she began to assess her surroundings, using her limited capabilities. She could tell that her eyes were covered, and by the tingling pain in her wrists behind her, she knew she was tied up. Strangely, her ankles were free. While most of her senses were restrained, those that weren't became magnified.

Her back felt the hard floor, she banged her head against it, confirming her theory.

Concrete? Uneven. Unfinished?

She tried to stand up, her legs felt weak, almost like jelly. She tried another time, and succeeded on kneeling. She balanced herself and used her legs to stand up, one after another.

She heard the sound of plastic rustling in the wind, and the cold night air brushing against her face.

Seems like I'm somewhere cold. Is that wind coming from large windows?

All of a sudden, she heard voices. The sounds were inaudible, but she observed intense shifts in the faint conversation.

Two voices, another room? Are they arguing?

She tried to direct herself towards the voices, taking caution not to make a noise. The volume gradually increased, aiding her to understand the conversation clearly enough.

"You're one hour late and you didn't bring enough."

"Such a whiney brat. Did you get that from juvy?"

"It's a mystery why someone haven't punched you and your perfect teeth."

"Some guy already did. But you? I bet ten grand you wouldn't. You're just a piece of shit without my funding."

"Right, without your pockets lined with cash, what are you?"

"Uh, free man with lots of connections?"

The words didn't make sense to her, but the voices that threw them around sounded familiar. She strained to get closer, trying to think who they could possibly be. Before she could hear more, she stumbled, her body making a noisy thud as it quickly planted on the ground. She felt something hard scrape against her cheek, a warm liquid trickled after, then pain.

Blood.

She shifted her head sideways, her legs dangling over something she couldn't quite figure out from the thick fabric of her jeans. Then it moved.

She gasped and retrieved her legs, her mind racing.

Who is it? Bryce? Rafael?

Her anxiety rose as she struggled with the mere possibility that she wasn't the only one kidnapped. The danger of the situation suddenly becoming more grave.

Then the body elicited a groan, a sound similar with her failed attempt to scream earlier. She heard it grumble once more, and then again. It was in the third time that Heather finally figured out who the voice might belong to.

Senator Ed Farrugia's.

Like a bucket of ice, a bone-chilling realization came to her. If they went all this way to hostage the senator, what's gonna stop them from killing her?

Her panicked thoughts were invaded by the sound of steps approaching. In an instant, she felt that she was shoved upright in a sitting position. The same person grabbed her by the collar and dragged her body back to where she came from, making her bare feet blister and bleed against the rough surface. Her face touched edges of plastic as her body followed the steps of her attacker. She tried to swallow her screams in an attempt to preserve energy, but the hairs at the back of her neck gave her fear away. She was then banged against a wall, followed by silence.

A set of steps receded, probably of the person who just dragged her back to her original place. This was quickly replaced by another set of steps, producing a distinct tapping. Different shoes, different person. First one seems like running shoes, this one sounds like leather.

Without warning, her hair was pulled backwards, making her wail beneath the cloth in her mouth. She smelled the scent of cigarettes.

"You just won't go down without a fight, eh? Well good for you, doctor. This will be all the more enjoyable."

Finally giving in on her fears, she shivered. She knew that voice anywhere. It was a sound so despicable that she hated it ever since the first time she heard it. The one man who mocked her, brought her down since her intern year. Arrogant, ambitious and immoral. All the curse words in the world couldn't describe this person. It belonged to a man she never wanted to see, hear, nor be in the presence of ever.

It was the greatest scumbag of all time.

Declan Nash.

***

Rafael was in full blown recon mode for Senator Farrugia's disappearance when he learned that Heather was also missing. Elijah called in to check if she has contacted him for the last 12 hours, he wished she did, but he told him no. When he got off the phone, the conference room he was in suddenly felt crowded.

"Dr. Song is apparently missing too," he reported to the rest of the team working on the Farrugia case. "Let's find where and when she was last seen, and start from there. I have a hunch she's going to lead us to the senator." He called IT to extract Heather's phone logs and location pings before he stepped out for a moment to process this new information. He found himself slumping in the fire exit stairwell, feeling an urge to punch the wall.

When he was about to act on it, his phone rang. It was ADA Lahela.

"Have you heard?"

"Yes, I just got off the phone with Elijah."

"And Senator Ed?"

"Yes, we're trying to find leads for the past 3 hours since we were notified."

"Okay, have you checked her phone records?"

"IT is working on it now."

"Okay. She supposedly left the condo around 4am this morning. I heard her leave. That might be a good starting point."

Rafael made a mental note.

"I'm going to meet Perry. He's in the front and center of this thing. I'll let you know as soon as I come up with anything." Raf heard Bryce say, after which the line ended.

He felt like an idiot, a sinking feeling of regret drawing him in. But he couldn't wallow in it now. Not until they find her.

There's time for that later. Right now, Heather needs me.

Fired up with resolve, he went out of the desolate stairwell and worked. He immediately followed up on Heather’s phone logs and available electronic records. He also called up field agents to go down at Bryce's complex for a copy of CCTV footage for the past 24 hours.

Once the instructions were handed over, he focused on Travis Perry. He helped himself to a cup of black coffee, willing his mind to stay sharp. He pored over Perry's file, searching for anything they may have missed.

He sighed, pushing back his emotions to the back of his mind. It's quickly becoming one of the longest nights of his life.

Author’s Notes 2: When I wrote this, I thought of merging this with the next. I just felt that they're best read together. So instead of combining the two, I've decided to publish both chapters simultaneously. Both is packed, I know, even I got dizzy writing it. But I hope you'll enjoy the roller coaster ride as much as I did. Appreciate it if you could share your thoughts!

Taglist: @ramsey-lahela @eleanorbloom @choicesficwriterscreations

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Little Soul Mate

Pairings: Crowley x Reader, Crowley x Age Regressed Reader

Warnings: Swearing??? IDK I put it for everything. Age regression.

Word Count: 4,597

A/N: So this story is a paused fic I have had in my files for two years that doesn’t really have a set ending because I couldn’t come up with anything else. I just want to give y’all some more content I guess. Enjoy.

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Terrified didn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling. You sat as deep into the corner of your apartment complex’s laundry room as physically possible as something monstrous clawed at the thankfully steel doors to get to you. Your two personalities raged in your brain, as tears streamed down your face. You tried to scream for help but the sound caught in your throat each time.  You managed to squeak out ‘Daddy’ for a man that hadn’t existed in your life in months as the monster finally burst through the door. You closed your eyes, and curled up into yourself a little more as the beast lunged toward you before a gun shot rang out through the room.

You continued to sob and shake as the beast landed at your feet, spraying blood from the hole in his jugular across your baby Tigger slippers, your jean overalls, and the orange long sleeved, off shoulder sweater shirt you had on. You could barely hear someone ask if you were alright as adult you sobbed and slowly slipped away, and little you screamed in your mind in sheer terror, but you yelped when someone touched your knee. Your head whipped back and forth as you began to rock and beg your daddy to come back.

“What’s she saying?” Dean asked his brother as the pair of them watched you cover your ears. Sam shrugged his shoulders.

“We gotta get her out of here.” Sam said as he looked at the werewolf at his feet.

“Dude. She’s fucking crazy.” Dean said as he kicked the beast with the toe of his boot.

“She was just attacked by a fucking werewolf, of course she’s a little crazy.”

“Are you lot really going to just stand around with your thumbs up your asses all bloody day?” Crowley asked as he leaned in the door way, always up for annoying the boys. His eyebrows cocked as he looked at you, huddled in the corner. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Don’t know.” Dean said as he pocketed his gun. “Found her like this.” The King’s brow furrowed as he took a step closer to hear what you were mumbling. His brow furrowed further as he listened to the conflicting yet parallel thoughts in your head, and he quickly made the wolf disappear, as a need to comfort filled his twisted soul for the first time in decades.

“I’ve got her, boys.” He said as he came over and crouched down in front of you. “Hello, little one.” He said softly as Sam and Dean cleared out. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head as your pleas for help fell silent on your lips. “Alright. How about you come with me, and we can get you out of those filthy clothes. I don’t think Tigger appreciates the yuck, does he?” You shook your head again and looked up at him through your lashes with a sniffle. He smiled at you and held out his hand, patiently.

“I’m scared.” You whispered as you looked over at the broken door. “It’s scary.”

“I know it is.” Crowley agreed with a nod. “But I promise, I can protect you from that mean, scary beast.” You were so terrified, the concept of trusting this man at face value with your deepest, darkest secret didn’t even cross your mind. Very slowly, you reached out and slipped your blood splattered hand into his. “There’s a good girl. How about we go find a cup of milk and some cartoons, huh?”

“Chocolate?” You whispered as he pulled you to your feet. 

“That sounds wonderful, little one.”

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Crowley watched you in awe as you sat on the floor of your pastel pink spare bedroom, coloring in a ‘My Little Pony’ coloring book, surrounded by stuffed animals to keep you safe. He pushed himself back and forth in your rocking chair, trying to figure out just why he, a soulless, narcissistic prick, gave a damn about the strange woman in front of him. He wasn’t any sort of caregiver; nothing like the man that you had been crying for in the basement. He also wasn’t a complete asshole like that man either. But he couldn’t help but consider the idea. But how he would go about being a caregiver in his position?

“Look it!” You said, pridefully as you picked up the book, and showed it to him.

“You did that?” He asked as he stopped rocking, and leaned forward in the chair. “That’s incredible!”

“That’s Pinkie Pie.” You said as you scooted toward him, and pointed out the characters. “And that’s Applejack. See, she’s here, too!” You said, excitedly, as you handed him the book, and grabbed the stuffed animal version of your drawing from the pile. “She’s my favorite pony.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Applejack.” Crowley said with a smile as he reached out, and shook the stuffed animal’s leg before he even thought the action through.

“She likes you.” You said as you sat back on your heels in front of him, and looked at your pony. “She thinks you seem trustable. She didn’t…” You said before your voice fell off. You bit your lip, and tears welled in your eyes as your adult brain tried to protect your innocent little side from the memory of your ex.

“Little one.” Crowley said as he leaned forward, and rested his arms on his knees. “How’s about I put a movie in for you before you take a nap. Since I know you’re safe, I’ll leave you here for now. And, tomorrow, we can go out to dinner to get to know each other. Big or Little you, I’m fine with both.” You nodded your head slowly as the adult in you took over for a moment.

“Is that thing coming back?” You whispered as you looked up at him with tear filled eyes. 

“I swear to you, you are safe. I know my word means nothing yet but it’s the truth.” He reached out, and very gently wiped away your tears. You whispered ‘OK’ and nodded against his palm. “Alright, little one. Let’s see what cute pajamas you have.”

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Crowley sat on his throne, ignoring the rambling demon in front of him as he responded to little you and your unbelievable facts about orcas (because there was no way a whale weighed a gazillion tons) and big you regarding dinner plans that night. In less than twenty four hours, you had some how weaved your way into every inch of his brain. A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as Little sent another photo, introducing him to Perry the Porg (whatever a porg was. Looked more like a penguin to him), when Sam’s caller ID photo popped up on his screen. He sighed and stood up, walking out of his throne room in the middle of his minion’s sentence.

“What d’you want, Moose?”

“Hey, we’re trying to wrap up here in town. Did you give that girl the speech?”

“I’m taking care of it.” Crowley said as he glanced at his phone and the text from you about your hesitation on going out for dinner. 

“It’s no big deal.” Sam said. “We’re cleaning up now, and we can head over…”

“I said I fucking have it!” He snapped! “What part of that fucking sentence do you not understand?” He hung up the phone and pulled up your texts with a shake of his head. He waited a few minutes, sending you a couple more texts to make it appear that he was ‘driving over’ before transporting himself to your apartment. He made sure that he had a different tie on than the night before, and that the scent of sulfur was gone from his suit before knocking on your door. He huffed a laugh when he heard your small squeal, and took a step back to wait for you to open the door.

“You made it.” You said with a smile as you pulled on the side of your knee length, black dress. “Come in!”

“You look amazing, kitten.” He said as he stepped into your apartment. “You ready to go?” You nodded your head slightly.

“You’re sure it’s safe?” You asked as you looked at the open door.

“I promise you. It’s safe.” He reassured as he held out his arm for you. You nodded and took it hesitantly but with every step you took toward the door, your grip tightened. You made it to the threshold when the twisted face of your neighbor running toward you stopped you cold, and sent your mind reeling.

“No.” You said as you put on the breaks, and dug your heels into the carpeted floor. “No, I can’t. Daddy, please! Please!”

“OK. OK.” Crowley said as he moved in front of you and gently pushed you a step back into your place. He shushed you softly, and pushed your apartment door closed as you burst into tears. “Hey, you’re alright, kitten.”

“He’s gunna come back.” You gasped with a frantic shake of your head. “He’s coming…”

“Little love.” He cooed as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your shaking body into his chest. “Breathe for me.”

“I can’t.” You gasped. Crowley nodded and slowly walked you back to your couch.

“Alright, here we go. Sit down for me.” You nodded and let him lead you into a seat. He sat down beside you with a sigh, wondering briefly just how Sam and Dean dealt with people after they learn about the supernatural on a regular basis. “There’s my girl. I was in the mood for a nice slice of pizza anyways. So we stay inside for our first date.” He smiled and ran his hand down your leg to take off your heels with a smile. “My vote is for peppers and mushrooms.” Your nose scrunched as he tossed your shoes aside, and pulled your legs across his lap.

“Eww.” Crowley laughed as he grabbed one of your many blankets from the shelf under your coffee table and spread it out across your lap.

“So what does my little girl want then?” He asked as he wrapped the blanket around you. 

“Cheese.” You whispered as you took the offered handkerchief from Crowley.

“Cheese it is.” He agreed. “I’ll place the order, while you find something on TV. Then we’ll talk after, alright?” You nodded your head as he passed you the remote before pulling out his phone to get one of his minions to pick-up a pizza for him. He smiled to himself as you scooted down on the couch beside him, and pulled up ‘Captain America: Civil War’. You set your remote aside and reached out to hold the side of Crowley’s suit jacket like a safety blanket. Once he hung up the phone, he held his arm out so you could scoot into it.

“You’re safe with me, little one.” He whispered as he kissed the top of your head, loving the smell of your coconut shampoo. “I know I just met you, but I swear to you, you are safe.” You nodded your head and laid your head on his chest for only a moment before someone knocked on your front door.

“Already?” You asked as You sat up while Crowley pulled the blanket off your lap. You headed over to the door, grabbing the cash Crowley held out to you on the way, and took a deep, steadying breath before opening it. Your head tilted the slighted bit to the side as a very tall man with long hair turned around with no pizza in his hands. “Can I help you?” You inquired as you held onto the door a little tighter, prepared to slam it closed if the man turned out to be a beast, too.

“Hi. My name is Sam. I umm… I was there yesterday when…” You heard Crowley sigh, loudly and you glanced over at him as he got up off your couch to come over to the door.

“Fucking part of ‘I’ve fucking got it’ did you not comprehend, Moose?” He asked as he put his hand on on the small of your back. “’s’alright, love. I know him.” Sam looked between the pair of you as you took a step back and partially hid behind Crowley. “You might as well come in. Bloody pain in my ass.” He very carefully turned you around and guided you back into the apartment as Sam shut the door behind him and followed you into the living room. 

“What is this?” You asked as Crowley guided you back to the couch.

“This.” He said as he turned off your TV. “Is the conversation I wanted to have after we ate. But apparently, some people are impatient.” He looked over, pointedly at Sam as he sat down on the other couch. Crowley sighed and looked back over at you, searching your (Y/E/C) eyes as he tried to find the words to say. 

“(Y/N), there is no easy way to say this, but it needs to be said. There are beasts in this world. Beasts that most people believe only exist in movies. Beasts like the werewolf that tried to attack you last night… and beasts like me.” Your brow furrowed as you tried to figure out just what he meant before he blinked and his eyes turned blood red. You were too stunned to move, too lost for words as Sam started to explain further. It took you a few moments as Crowley simply waited for your reaction.

“Are you gunna hurt me?” You whispered as tears welled in your eyes, not caring that Sam was talking at all.

“Never, kitten.” You nodded your head slowly as little moved your hand forward to brush your fingertips across his face beside his eye. His shoulders relaxed and he blinked his eyes back to their normal brown as Sam watched the exchange uncomfortably. 

“What are you?”

“A demon.” He answered honestly. “Actually, to be more specific, the King of Hell.”

“So… doesn’t that mean your dead?”

“Technically speaking.” He said with a nod. “But a few years past, Sam and his brother tried to cure me. So I have a partial soul.” You nodded your head slowly and glanced over at Sam.

“Do you sleep?” He smirked and shrugged his shoulders as he leaned against the back of the couch.

“Not typically. But I can fall asleep if I want.”

“Don’t demons like haunt people, and throw shit?” Crowley smiled as he ran his fingertips across your knee. 

“It’s our form of entertainment.” He chuckled. “But yes, I can make things move, and I can make myself invisible.” Your eyes went wide and a smile spread across your face as you shifted on the couch and crossed your legs.

“Do it! Pretty please?” With a slight nod and a huff, Crowley disappeared before your eyes. You could still feel his hand on your knee and could still see the impression of where he was sitting on the couch.

“When you’ve lived as long as I have.” His disembodied voice said as he made the vase on your table levitate. “You have to have some fun.” You gasped as the vase went flying across the room and hit Sam directly in the stomach. He grunted, and bent over double as the vase floated back to the table and Crowley reappeared with a smug smile. “Told you, I’d handle it.”

“Fuck you, Crowley.” Sam said as he got up. “I’d run, and run fast, (Y/N)…”

“Noted.” You said as someone else knocked on the door.

“I’ll see him out.” Crowley said as he picked up his money from the table. With a nod of your head, you sat back against the couch to try to wrap your head around the new news. After some yelling on Crowley’s part, he slammed your front door, and brought the pizza back for you with a smile. “It’s actually from Italy.” He said as he set it down on the table in front of you. “Perks of being the King.”

“Can I ask you something?” You said as you grabbed a slice and a tissue for a napkin. “Why would a demon show interest in someone like me?”

“Truthfully?” He said as he sat down beside you and crossed his legs. “I have no idea. Typically, I don’t tolerate people. But there’s something about you that I can’t walk away from even if I tried. And don’t ask what because I don’t have a bloody clue. You’re just something special. You’re too damn adorable.” Your face flushed and you curled into yourself as you tried to use your half eaten pizza to hide your face. “That doesn’t help your case, kitten.”

“Quit!” You whined as you poked his side with your toes. He chuckled as he reached out to rub your ankle.

“Sorry, kitten. Not possible.” You scrunched your nose at him and reached out to turn your TV back on with an embarrassed smile. You glanced over at his smiling face and turned a brighter shade of red.

“Will you quit!”

——

“She came around when I was in high school.” You said softly as you looked over at the closed spare bedroom door while leaning against Crowley’s side with your legs over his lap. “I was such a loner back then. My parents had gotten divorced the summer before my freshman year and started using me and my big sister as pawns in their divorce. It became a literal living hell and it got so bad, that my sister ran away. We haven’t seen or heard from here in years, and I got blamed for it. I didn’t know how to handle it all. So I started to regress.”

“Oh, kitten.” Crowley sighed as he brushed his hand up your shins.

“It’s OK.” You said with a shrug. “I survived it. And Little… well, she kinda just stuck around. I spend more time being little now a days than I do being big. It’s the only coping mechanism I know.”

“So what happened to your last ‘Daddy’?” He asked as he shifted a bit to see your face. You sighed deeply and ran your fingers through your hair as you met his eyes. 

“Michael was an asshole. He didn’t understand the concept of caregiver and basically just wanted a sex slave. He was a sweetheart to start out with but after a few months, being little got in the way. He wanted me to support him, wanted me to take care of him.” You scoffed and shook your head as you briefly relived the last fight you had before you locked him out of your apartment. “He wanted a woman that knew her fucking place in the world. And I wasn’t having it.”

“Good for you, kitten.” He said as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I just… I had to protect the part of me that was there to protect me. It’s like a split personality but I’m aware of everything that happens in both mindsets and both mindsets are there all the time. Like now, the little half of me is singing the theme song to a classic show called ‘Popples’ on repeat. Which is annoying as hell but I just ignore it… usually. Sometime she’s insistent about it, though. And at that point, I just let her win.”

“She is quite the presence.” He chuckled. “Would you mind if I stuck around to get to know both of you? I don’t know much about this… hell, I’m not even sure I’d be good at it…”

“You would be.” You said with a nod. “Just the bit of protectiveness I’ve seen proves that.”

“Well thank you.” You nodded your head and gently pat his hand to get up to use the restroom.

“It takes a special someone to be a Daddy.” You said as you pulled the hair tie from your wrist and threw your hair up in a loose, messy bun. “It’s not for everyone.” If it was possible, Crowley’e heart stopped as he looked at the small, blob like, ‘L’ shaped birthmark on the back of your neck. It was something he never believed existed, no matter how many times he had looked at the exact same mark on his left arm for centuries on both his human body and his meat suit.

“Love, is that a birthmark?” Crowley asked as he gestured to the soul mate mark that explained everything about how he felt about you. You looked back at him as you reached back and rubbed your fingertip across the spot with a smile.

“That it is.” You said with a shrug as you paused in the doorway to the master bedroom. “I used to hate it because kids used to say it looked like a penis but I could never bring myself to have it removed. I’ll be right back. I wanna get out of this dress.” He nodded his head slowly as he reached up to absentmindedly press his thumb into his own mark.

“Well I’ll be fucking damned.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Guthrie what do you know about soulmates?” Crowley asked as he sat on his throne, scouring the internet for any sort of information on the apparently archaic concept. His second in command looked over at him from the clipboard in his hand with his eyebrows raised.

“Sir?” 

“I didn’t stutter.” He said as he exited out of another webpage with useless information.

“Well sir.” Guthrie breathed as he dropped the clipboard to his side. “When I was a boy, my mother used to tell us that they were called twin flames or twin souls. It translated to a single soul, split between two people, through multiple reincarnations to gain live experience, before meeting again in their final lifetime on the planet so that they may ascend together. Soul mates are different. They are part of a family that help you grow and evolve.”

“So twin flames are the common understanding of soulmates.” Crowley clarified as he switched his search to ‘twin flames’.

“As I understand it, yes.” The King nodded his head as he added ‘mark’ and ‘lore’ to the end of his search.

“Do you believe it could be possible that flames could transcend the realm of living and dead?” Guthrie looked back up from his clipboard as Crowley closed out another useless website.

“I don’t believe so, sir. It could be possible but since most of the deceased on Earth have no soul…” Crowley nodded his head as he turned off his screen and got up from his chair.

“You’re not helping.” He said before disappearing to the library of the Bunker. Sam barely glanced up from his research as Dean threw his book down on the table.

“Damn, and I was hoping to go one fucking day without seeing your face.”

“Shut it, Squirrel.” Crowley snapped as he quickly read the book titles on the shelves before walking over to grab the book he was looking for. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance as he pulled three books off the shelf, and headed over to one of the tables.

“What uh… what are you looking for?” Sam asked hesitantly.

“None of your bloody business.” Crowley snapped as he flipped through the first lore book for the information he wanted. He stopped when he found a page referencing soul marks. He let out a small sigh of relief as he picked up the book and started to read as he walked slowly toward the archway between the map room and the library. He leaned up against the pillar and made himself a drink as he tried to soak up every ounce of information he could.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Dean asked as he got up to see what Crowley was reading. He managed to get only part of one of the titles, before the books went flying across the room.

“Don’t be a nosy prat.” Crowley said, dismissively as he closed the book he was reading and grabbed it and the two others that were floating in mid air in front of him. “I’ll return these when I’m done with them.” He barely heard Sam’s sigh as he disappeared back to his personal chambers to finish reading until you texted him when you got home from your waitressing gig.

“Makes sense.” He mumbled as he sat down in front of his fireplace, and opened the next book that involved the Greek mythology book that he assumed would be able to expand on the  original knowledge he knew about soulmates. “Oh, kitten. What are we gunna do with all this?”

——

You hadn’t walked three feet into your apartment after yet another shitty day, when Crowley appeared directly in front of you. Your bottom lip popped out and tears welled in your eyes almost instantly as you dropped your purse on the ground. 

“They’re just so mean.” You cried as Crowley’s heart melted impossibly more.

“Come here, little one.” He cooed as he held open his arms. You nodded your head and shuffled forward as tears spilled from your eyes. He held you tight and kissed the top of your head with a smile. “Now what happened, kitten?”

“I got fired because I refused to spend another two hours after my shift ended doing someone else’s side work. I’m sick of being pushed around there!”

“Well then it’s a good thing you got fired, then, right?” He asked as he picked you up and carried you toward your bedroom to get you changed.

“Just another fucking job I can’t fucking do.” You squeaked.

“No, kitten.” He said as he set you down beside the bed. “It’s not that you can’t do the job… arms up.” You nodded your head and put your arms in the air as he tossed your old apron out of the bedroom. “You could do the job. It just shouldn’t have been your damn job to do other people’s work.” You nodded your head and sniffled as you held onto his shoulder and stepped out of you work shorts. “That is just asinine.”

“That’s what I said.” You agreed as he grabbed one of your many, blue, oversized sweaters and a pair of cloud patterned sleep shorts from your closet.

“Well you don’t need that, princess. You deserve so much better than that. Up.” You nodded your head in agreement as you lifted your arms in the air and let him put on your sweatshirt. “I brought you something.” You smiled at him and sniffled as he pulled the hem of your sweater into place over your shorts. He stood up straight and studied you for a moment before holding out his hand and making a tiny, stuffed turtle appear in his palm. “You didn’t have a turtle…” You squealed loudly and snatched the baby from his hand before he could even finish his sentence.

“He’s so cute!” You cooed as you cuddled the turtle to your chest like a baby. Crowley smiled and reached up to brush your hair back behind your ear.

“First, he needs a name.” He said. “Then, he needs to meet his brothers and sisters, right?” You nodded your head as you followed his lead into little space, letting the anxiety of losing yet another job slip away.

“Franklin.” You said as you looked up at him. He nodded his head and smiled at you with a small huff of a laugh.

“Franklin it is.”

[miramodhvadia]

Neon

Neon colors percolated in 2018 in accessories and streetwear, and they are set to explode in 2019 as luxury players like Prabal Gurung, Brandon Maxwell and Off-White give the intense hues red carpet approval. The colors—mostly neon yellow and green—play up the nostalgic feeling of other ’90s items like mini backpacks, cropped jean jackets and bike shorts, while adding an instant cool factor to contemporary sportswear. The throwback color scheme also lends itself well to the growing category of Instagram-worthy travel wear. Expect to see fast fashion retailers go wild for neon this spring/summer.

Tie-dye

DIY’ers are in luck. Tie-dye, that youth-driven trend that remerges every 20 years or so, is spiraling back into fashion in 2019 but with a designer touch. A symbol of slacker style, disenchanted youth and activism, the trend sums up the independent spirit of Gen Z and millennial consumers. And with designers like Louis Vuitton and MSGM offering the psychedelic print, we expect tie-dye to further fuel the market’s obsession for highbrow versions of street, surf, skate (and every other recreational activity in between) style.

Mini backpacks

The mini backpack—the accessory made famous by Cher Horowitz and her squad in the ’90s teen film Clueless—proves good things come in small packages. Consider the mini backpack as the offspring of two major accessories trends from 2018: the backpack and the fanny pack. Both bags filled the gap in demand for more traditional fashion styles like totes and satchels. Plus, functional as it is fashionable, mini backpacks offer brands a petite canvas to play with other ’90s trends like neon colors, logos and leopard print.

Lingerie as daywear

Silky camisole tops, spaghetti strap slips and baby doll dresses were de rigueur of teen girl idols of the ’90s. The “Lolita” look was worn by everyone from Drew Barrymore and Courtney Love, to most of the Spice Girls. However, the lingerie-inspired trend is updated for 2019 through a more mature lens. The silhouettes remain the same, but designers are ditching cutesy frills and ditzy prints in favor of sophisticated transparent layering and silk for daytime.

Track suits

With athleisure being a bona fide fashion category, it’s not surprising that ’90s-style track suits are the next sport-inspired trend to infiltrate street style. The suits—be it the classic three stripes, color blocked windbreakers or logo emblazoned sets—were the de facto comfort uniform in the ’90s for teens, boybands, suburban moms and the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. And the design hasn’t changed much over the years. Comfort remains a top priority, as well as oversized silhouettes, unisex design and statement color. Expect to see designers elevate the leisure look for night with satins and silks.

Goth

The styling of ’90s goth rocker Marilyn Manson is tame compared to today’s standards of shock fashion, but back then the verdict was still out on black latex, ripped hosiery and cross-dressing. In 2019, however, goth fashion returns in the form of dominatrix-like black leather jackets, black lace and combat boots with platform soles. The trend is already trickling into denim through superfluous hardware and chains. And expect to see vintage concert and band tees featuring the likes of Manson, Korn and Nine Inch Nails gain popularity (and value) in 2019.

Platform shoes

The platform shoe belongs to several decades and subcultures. However, the iteration from the ’90s, a black chunky sole black boot, oxford or Mary Jane (often with a curved heel) is the one to keep an eye on in 2019. The shoe is part of the goth uniform and a coquettish accoutrement for the lingerie as outerwear trend. And after several seasons of sensible block heels and comfortable flats, Junior’s and women’s fashion shoes are eager for a lift.

Leopard print

Leopard print still has bite. The animal print left its mark on ’90s fashion through trends like goth, furry coats and even zoot suits, which regrettably swung into style toward the end of the decade. And despite being a top-selling trend in 2018, leopard print secures its place in 2019 as both a neutral and fashion statement redone in untraditional colors like neon yellow and red.

Polo shirts

The polo shirt is an antidote to this year’s flurry of brash trends. In 2019, the polo can swing one of two ways: as a fitted basic with a tongue-in-cheek nod to classic, preppy Ralph Lauren, or as an oversized, logo-adorned shirt that harkens back to urban fashion in the ’90s. And there’s a polo for everyone, from the classic pique, to trendier updates like a knit mesh and chiffon.

Flare jeans

Flare jeans, which were basically reincarnated bell bottoms from the ’70s, were a staple with young Hollywood in the ’90s. And it’s the same group that is bringing the trend back to life in 2019, but with fewer bells and whistles. Look for clean washes, minimal distressing and a higher rise to give the jeans a modern look.

Black and white

If you were a pre-teen or teenage girl in the ’90s, you’ll likely remember the black and white dress that both Brenda Walsh and gasp Kelly Taylor wore to the spring dance on 90210. The “who wore it better” moment is ingrained in ’90s fashion history and exemplifies one of the more refined ways ’90s kids wore black and white together. From Vans’ checkerboard prints to the wide leg striped pants sold by ’90s-era retailers like Delia’s and Contempo Casuals, the color combo served several unforgettable sartorial moments that are being recreated in 2019 by fast fashion retailers like Zara and Asos.

Versace style

The decadent world of Versace is a playground for fearless fashionistas in 2019. In recent seasons, the Italian fashion house has revisited archival pieces from its iconic ’90s collections, inspiring ladies and gents to embrace their inner Donatella or Gianni. It’s a simple formula to follow: vivid colors, opulent prints, gold and sex appeal. Expect to find this trend in women’s dress, men’s shirting and swimwear, where the flavor of South Beach is always in style.

Bike shorts

The bike short has come a long way. The second-skin short was an outrageous style in the ’90s, yet it has somehow found itself on the cusp of being acceptable fashion in 2019. Social media is likely to thank, or blame, for its comeback. With celebrities like Gigi and Bella Hadid adopting the trend in its early stages, consumers have become acclimated with swiping and liking the sporty garb. And with styles as colorful and shiny as ever, the bike short is may be the single ’90s trend that has come back less refined as its predecessor.

Embellished denim

Depending on which end of the decade you want to examine, embellished denim in the ’90s skewed either chintzy with homemade embroideries and fabric paint, or glitzy with rhinestones and crystals glued to seams, pockets, shoulders and collars. In 2019, denim brands borrow a little from both worlds, offering jeans with subtle splashes of sparkle and details that feel handmade and personal. The goal, however, remains the same: to stand out in a sea of blue.

Flannel

Marc Jacobs sealed grunge’s fate when he announced in November that he would reissue his iconic Spring ’93 collection for Perry Ellis. Grunge was back, bringing along with it a new spotlight on baby doll dresses, beanies, combat boots and the hallmark of all grunge looks—flannel. Expect to see oversized plaid flannel shirts serve as a protective layer during festival season and carry into the fall season for both men and women.

Bodycon

When Herve Leger designed the bandage dress in 1989, he created the template for form-fitting dresses that designers to this day still follow. Fortunately for Leger, the birth of the dress coincided with the rise of the supermodel, who would become natural muses for the figure-hugging silhouette during the decade. In 2019, the Kardashians and retailers like Fashion Nova are putting bodycon dresses back on the radar, updating the shapely silhouette with liquid-like fabrics, shimmering metallics and intense colors.

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