#I think I bought this on cd when it was new

[forgotn1]

The background on the soundtrack is really interesting too. Jonathon Davis (from Korn) and Richard Gibbs created the score for the entire movie and they wrote the songs Lestat would sing in the film. Jon provided vocals for them in the film, but his contract with Sony meant he couldn't appear on the soundtrack. So he went and asked his friends in the Nu Metal scene to come in and re-record the vocals for each of the songs. Which they ended up absolutely nailing.

There was meant to be a duet with Davis and Aaliyah on the soundtrack, but she passed away before it could be recorded.

not enough people talking about the queen of the damned soundtrack... Really really good stuff... should go down in history

[tellthemhowihopetheyshouted]

[custardtartsfan]

Jason Todd head canons that have accumulated over time

many thoughts about the boy constantly rattle around my brain and i would like to share them ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) nothing hanky panky ish for i do not like to think about that

general bullshit ᝰ.ᐟ

he doesnt trust modern technology. he has a Motorola razr. no he will not upgrade, stop asking

has VERY messy hand writing. straight chicken scratch. barley legible

smoked during his late teens (post resurrection period, he was going through it). tried quitting in his early twenties, he bought a menthol flavour geek bar but threw it out cause Roy made fun of him

it wasnt even one of the cool ones with a screen. smh

he has a weird nostalgic affection for the thrift

it reminds him of being a kid, in the rare moments that his mother was sober enough to take him somewhere. and it was nice, his mom was conscious, all was well

and he could get whatever he wanted! he wanted a toy? sure bud, its only a dollar. why the hell not?

he recently walked into a Goodwill and damn near burst an artery when he looked at the tag on a pair of pants. it was NOT like this back in his day

his hair is like wavy, like not curly but wavy. however, he has no idea how to really care for it. shits dry is what im saying

i think hes very competitive about stupid shit

not like he gets pissy about mario kart, he will race you to see who can fold their socks the fastest

largest of the batfam. vertically and horizontally. hes a beefy dude. a brick shithouse

i think hes also the kind of dude that needs to know someone very well before he could consider dating them. id even go as far to say hes somewhere on the aro spectrum

i think he has a very high spice tolerance. like youll pry his siracha out of his cold re-dead hands. he LOVES African curry (yes this one is based off me) thats like his perfect kind of spice

back to his hatred of technology, he collects cds to listen to instead of streaming

he has one of those hip disk players with the headphones. Red Hood has been seen with a walkman

also hates tv, but will watch the news willingly. he will sit down and watch Wolf Blitzer of his own accord

romantic (୨୧• ꒳ •)=:♡

remember when i said he has the handwriting of an 18 month old toddler? yea well thats a little unfortunate cause he LOVES leaving notes for his lover. when he has to slip out the window for a job in the middle of the night, he writes a little note - “had to take care of something, be back soon. with bagels. love, Jay :)” but its written so janky his lover is spending the whole time hes gone trying to decipher it

dont tell him that though, he might cry

hes not a talker particularly. words tend to come out wrong in his experience. instead, he likes gifts acts of service to show you he cares

shopping with him and youre eying a particular top for a while? guess what’s mysteriously appeared in your laundry basket

lowq doesn’t have motion though..soo it might have been Bruce card. but honestly? money is money who gaf

what he occasionally lacks in funds he makes up for in willingness to let you do whatever you want to him

he will waddle after you in sephora, freaking out the occasional employee cause holy FUCK who invited the punisher, letting you swatch whatever you want on his hand

if you’re concerned about the milk in the fridge being yuck, give it to him to taste. he’ll let you know

there is no mountain to high, no dubious forgotten leftover too unhappy looking

cannot cook for SHIT. but he loves to eat

he will mention wanting food and stare at you longingly until you go to the kitchen

hes not gonna be playing fortnite while you’re cooking though, he can chop stuff. you may not want him within 50 feet of a place where food is prepared but he will offer

bless his heart

runs hot like a furnace. probably because hes a large meaty boy

he will grumble like a pensioner when you tuck yourself into his chest at night when its cold, but we both know damn well hes gonna be giggling and kicking his steel toed boots when he tells Roy about it later

he had pretty mixed, strewing negative opinions, about his little white tuft of hair at the front. hes tried cutting it, it grew back the same. he bought box dye, it doesnt take. so hes stuck with it. and he cant say hes happy about it

until you came along, all full of love and life, telling him you loved it. you though it framed his face perfectly and suited him great. you and your fancy affection fuck you

(he was cheesing for hours)

okay lets get sad now

hes got BADD anxiety about hurting you without meaning to. its a reasonable concern, hes a big dude. and these hands dont do a lot of cradling as a rule, more beating heads in

he needs to be reassured, but would rather roll around in broken glass then swim in lemonade than let that be known. hes more of a stare at you until you sooth him

he likes to be kissed and cuddled and cared for. so what? hes only incredibly ashamed. it doesnt matter how many times you re iterate that he has no reason to be, hes a stubborn bitch

thats all ive got! i hope you enjoyed reading my real time jason todd related word association. most of these were typed in a fury on the mobile web app on the subway so..if the formatting is yucky thats up to god (-.-;)y-~~~

[loovser]

the guy she was interested in wasn’t a guy at all - chapter 1

synopsis turns out the cute guy from the cd store is actually… a girl.

cw: heavily inspired in the manga with the same title if you couldnt tell, for obvious reasons ellie is often referred to with masculine pronouns (💔) just on reader’s direct thoughts about her or as she is talking about the guy from the cd store. cursing, ellie is down baaaad, cheap flirting (quite literally lol), conflicting thoughts, miscommunication.

wc: 2.9k

you found yourself at the same damn cd store you’ve been to the last five days, which is the amount of time you’ve acknowledged its existence. since you did, something — actually, someone — has been drawing you towards it day after day. you tell yourself it’s not that serious, you just need another rock band cd. who cares if you already bought four of them? you definitely don’t.

as the little bell above the door announces your arrival, ellie’s attention drifts to you. it’s like she’s been waiting for you to show up today, too. and she has. just like she waits for you to show up at the classes you both attend in college — not that she would admit it.

your heart flutters in your chest. you’ve never been this interested in someone before. like, ever. you’d even wonder if you are really into guys at all. but you never gave it that much thought, since you’ve never really been into any girls either… plus, you had other things to worry about.

but now? now, it’s different. there’s something about this guy that works at this cd store that has you wrapped around his finger. even though you’ve never seen his full face — because if you had, you’d know she’s a girl. that’s so fucking pathetic. is what you think every time and yet you can’t seem to get away from the grip those green eyes have over you.

“let me guess- another deftones cd?” is what she asks when she approaches you.

“actually… do you have any recommendations? i’ve been wanting to try something new.” smooth. you are proud to have come up with this excuse while thinking about how to get to know her better, during some random class. her eyes narrow a little and you imagine her smiling under the face mask.

“yeah, um… have you ever heard of sick habit?” she asks, leading you towards one of the smaller cd shelves. you follow, asking yourself how can his voice be so damn soft? which, honestly, just attracts you even more.

“i’ve never, actually.” you chuckle lightly and ellie almost gets stuck on the way you look when you do it. just like she did the other times she’s seen it in class.

she clears her throat, grabbing a cd from the bottom of the shelf, your chuckle still echoing inside of her head. “they’re great. you should give ‘em a listen”

“i definitely will.” your cheeks burn when your fingers brush as you take the cd from her hand. “how much is it?”

“it’s on the house. just tell me what you think about it after.”

your eyes widen at that. he’s giving it to me for free?! the thought makes you smile and ellie watches your reaction — silently thanking the universe that you can’t see how pink her cheeks turned under the mask.

“i… really?” she nods. “thank you! i’ll come back when i finish listening to it.”

she wants to ask why you don’t talk to her in class, but she keeps it to herself. “i’ll wait for it.” it’s what she goes for, instead. you’ve seen each other in class twice since you started going to the store, maybe you were just… shy? or you didn’t recognize her?

she watches as you smile at her and leave the store after thanking her once again. ellie didn’t want people from college to know she works there, — hence the face mask — but she wouldn’t mind it if you did. during classes she’s just someone that no one else seems to notice. and she likes it that way, it’s peaceful, doesn’t draw attention.

you, on the other hand, are the complete opposite. you draw attention everywhere you go, even if it’s unintended. you are popular in college, having your own group of friends and lots of guys drooling over you. not that you pay any mind to them, as you know what’s worth your time and what’s not.

as you walk to your apartment, you know exactly where your attention is going to be for the next few hours: sick habit’s whole discography. you were so excited about her giving you the cd for free that you barely said bye, not trusting yourself to be around her without stuttering or doing something stupid.

it’s so weird to think that someone you barely know can have this kind of effect on you. i know nothing about him! is he even a him? i never asked his name, never saw his face. he’s always wearing oversized shirts or hoodies and pants. i haven’t even seen his whole hair, always hidden in hoods or caps. is it short? is it long? you groan. overthinking is a bitch.

it feels like you are going crazy. maybe it’s all this mystery that attracts you. is it even healthy to be this obsessed over someone? you know it’s probably not, but at this point you don’t care anymore.

as you finally reach your apartment, discarding your shoes by the door, you sigh, quickly getting in and throwing your purse on the couch. there are so many things you should be doing instead of this. like the visual effects paper you kept postponing and is literally due tomorrow.

you huff, already plopping down on the floor, in front of the cd player. maybe you could ask that girl in your class, that sits next to you, to help you with it. or you should just be responsible for once and do it right now.

however, as soon as you press play and the guitar chimes in, starting the first song, you are sure that there’s no way you could stop now.

ellie is late. that’s actually an understatement, given the current situation. she missed her first class and is really late for the next one. which is VFX — visual effects. the only class that she shares with the film major students today.

which means, the only class she shares with you.

not that it matters, right? i mean… is she really that eager to see you? if someone asked it to any of the poor souls that have almost been dragged with her while she rushes through the dorm’s hallway, the answer would be yes. if someone asked her, though? of course not!

her wrinkled flannel and skinny jeans combo turns out to be quite comfortable for a little marathon, as she runs towards the class’s building. she spotted jesse, one of her only friends, near it. he mouthed a clear ‘what the fuck are you doing’ but she just signaled that she would text him later, entering the building and fleeing up the stairs to the second floor.

by the time she arrived the classroom, she was a panting mess, totally out of breath, hands on her knees as she tried to compose herself before opening the door. through the little glass window, she could see some students. she saw you.

big mistake, she felt even more out of breath. you looked so pretty, writing something down in a rushed manner, sitting on your usual spot. her chair, next to yours, empty.

she took a deep breath, running her hand through her short auburn hair as she entered the classroom, murmuring a tiny ‘excuse me’ and going to her seat.

of course she has to smell great, too. is what she thinks as she sits down, trying not to throw any glances at you. would you talk to her today? she hoped you would.

but as the class went by, you haven’t said anything. she couldn’t stop throwing glances at you. you caught her twice, the second time offering her a soft smile, which almost made her melt in her seat.

when Mr. Barbosa finished the class everyone started gathering their things to leave. ellie was no different — until one of your friends nearly yelled, making her freeze on her spot as she heard it.

“he gave you the cd for free?!”

he…? they must not be talking about her, right? she tries shaking her thoughts away, but couldn’t help hearing the conversation.

“that’s totally flirting! i can’t believe the guy you’ve been drooling over for days just hit on you during his shift.” your other friend adds.

what the fuck? it can’t be. you thought she was a guy? i mean… yes, she doesn’t dress all girly. and you can’t really see her face with the face mask on. but still… a fucking guy? really?

“you should ask for his number! what is the cd about again?”

“mmm… it’s from a really cool band. sick habit. i kinda listened to all of their discography on spotify, too” you explain, shyly. but genuine. ellie’s heart is beating so fast that she is having trouble hearing anything besides it, but she heard you.

she wanted to hear you telling her that later, on her shift. but she was so confused… she should just clear this all up. and that’s what she would do. she couldn’t lead you on, it would be so cruel. are you even into girls?

“you have such a weird music taste.” one of your friends say, giggling.

you don’t usually care about other people’s opinion, but somehow, when it comes to music, you’ve always felt so different from everybody else in your circle. they always point it out, too, which makes you uncomfortable.

“crap, leah, we have to meet jake at starbucks, like, right now. he’s got our stuff” your other friend pointed and they both said bye to you, rushing out of class.

ellie watches it all — the way your smile fades a bit when your friend says you had a weird taste in music. you really don’t. she thinks your music taste is fire.

she wanted to comfort you, somehow. her mind was a mess, not knowing if she should stay away from you or give in to her desire to get to know you better.

then, she sees it. your wired earbuds, dropped on the floor. she grabs them, getting closer to you. you get slightly startled, until you realize it’s her. ellie, the girl that sits next to you. she has green eyes, you would always see them through her glasses. cute freckles too, all over her cheeks and nose. and a lip ring.

you noticed her, sometimes. like, really noticed. she was pretty. but you barely talked. not because you didn’t like her, she was just usually very quiet. you even thought about asking for her help with your VFX paper, — which is still unfinished — but you didn’t.

she leans forward a bit, putting something in your ear. your earbuds. you didn’t even realize you had dropped them, since they are still connected to your phone, as ‘loser’ by beck is blasting through them and can be faintly heard by the both of you.

her fingers brushes at your ear, as she looks down at you. you freeze. her eyes, for a moment, really reminded you of the guy from the cd store.

“you dropped it.” she flashes you a crooked smile. “this song rocks, by the way.”

and with that, she’s gone. leaving a starstruck you behind.

you check your reflection in the mirror one last time, making sure you look good. you like the way your clothes fit on your body. you’ve worn this outfit a lot already — never to the cd store, though.

the time has come. finally you would go back there and see her again. it’s been so long (less than 24 hours). to be honest, time really seems to pass slower when you crave to see someone. and she hasn’t left your mind for even a second.

meanwhile, ellie was at the store since her classes ended. joel asked her to come a little earlier today to help him unpack the new arrivals and that’s what’s been keeping her busy all afternoon. which is great because she was almost going insane in her own head, thinking about what she should do about your… situation.

it’s way more complicated than she thought. because, even if she didn’t like to admit, she did care about you. so what if you barely know each other? you’ve always been nice to her — at least at the times you spoke to each other.

also, you guys share classes together. three, every week. she sits next to you in two of them. it would be so awkward if she just revealed herself to you. she tried imagining doing it naturally, just taking the mask off at some point. but she never did that, so it wouldn’t feel natural at all.

to be honest, she didn’t even know if she wanted you to know she is actually a girl. not a random girl, but your classmate. what if you stopped going to the store? changed your seat? just out of embarassment. ellie didn’t want that to happen.

she sighed, rolling her hoodie’s sleeves up, as she grabbed another box of cds to put on display, approaching one of the many shelves and kneeling down on the floor. she put the box down and took the nirvana cds, organizing them on the shelf.

the store is very cozy. there’s just something about it that makes her feel like she’s home. maybe the fact that her dad owns it? yes, that could be it, indeed. but she would like to work there even if it wasn’t joel’s.

music has always been a part of her life. a big one. all of her childhood memories are filled with songs. mostly rock ones. when she was little, joel and her uncle, tommy, were always playing something for her, letting her sing even if she didn’t really know the words. she grew up playing instruments and being surrounded by melodies.

since they opened Firefly, a few years ago, she would play among the cd shelves all day long, after school. the regular costumers adored her. some still do, visiting every now and then. she was so lost in those nostalgic memories that she didn’t even hear you arriving.

you recognized ‘tonight, tonight’ by the smashing pumpkins playing through the store’s speakers. not too loud, just loud enough to be comfortable and settle into the background. you smiled to yourself when your eyes laid on the figure knelt down in front of a shelf.

adjusting your purse, you made your way towards her. you took in her clothes, noticing something you didn’t see before. a tattoo, on her right forearm. a moth and fern? damn. it’s beautiful.

“i didn’t know you have a tattoo.” you say softly, making your presence known.

oh fuck. your words take ellie out of her thoughts, she turns to look at you. “you like it?”

“yeah, it’s beautiful.” you get closer to her and she nearly panicks, standing up.

“i was waiting for you.” it blurts out before she can stop herself. she wasn’t supposed to flirt with you, god. she should tell you the truth.

you blush at her bluntness. “have you, now?” you chuckle. “guess i couldn’t leave you hanging.”

“im glad you didn’t… so, did you like sick habit?” ellie asks, even if she already knows the answer.

“a lot. i had to listen to their discography on spotify after i finished the cd.”

“couldn’t get enough, huh?”

you almost shiver at the answer. why does he sound so good? “i guess not. in fact, i came here to buy another cd from them.”

“so you didn’t come to see me?” she teases, mentally facepalming herself right after. why the fuck can’t i stop flirting with her?

but then you chuckle shyly and she knows exactly why. she just can’t get enough of you, apparently.

“well, i… also want your number.” you shrug, trying to act nonchalant but your heart is beating like crazy. so hard you hope she can’t hear it.

talking about hearing things, you definitely didn’t miss the hoarse chuckle that escaped her lips. muffled by the face mask, but still there. your stomach might just fly on its own by now.

she pretends to ponder for a moment, just to tease you. she couldn’t really say no to you, could she?

“fair enough. do you know which cd you want to take today?”

“their second album.”

apparently, it was right next to your head, on the shelf behind you, as she gently sticks her tattoed arm next to your face, taking the cd and murmuring “great choice.”

you swallow hard as you stare at each other. it feels like everything around you just froze. her green eyes piercing through yours like she’s seeing inside your brain.

“there’s a girl in my college that reminds me of you.” you say, simply.

not imagining the turmoil it causes in ellie’s head. cursing internally and praying that you didn’t recognize her. but also…

she remembered me?

is what she thinks, before clearing her throat and answering “she must be pretty, then”

“cocky much?” you tease, but you are not denying it.

ellie laughs and your heart swells. “it’s $9,99” she hands you the cd.

you give her ten dollars. she writes something down and hands it to you. one cent.

and a card with her number written on it.

next

end notes: OKAAAYYYY so this was nerve-wracking 😅 this is my first work EVERR and english is not my first language so pls be nice 🤓 i hope you liked reading it tho, lmk if you did 💘

[luvsupa]

༉‧₊˚kinktober 2024 ༉‧₊˚.

༉‧₊˚summary: welcome to my first ever kinktober! for the month of october my stories will be halloween themed such as: blood, vampires, ghostface (my fave), etc. i will also try my hardest to keep up with this schedule !! | mdni, and ageless blogs please don’t interact thank you!

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[completed fics!]

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༉‧₊˚FIRST WEEK: VAMPIRE!CHOSO

summary: during halloween day, you’re babysitting your neighbour’s kid, yuji, and planning spooky activities. unexpectedly, yuji’s older brother, choso, shows up to help. when you cut yourself while preparing food, choso’s uneasy reaction to your blood reveals a darker, more unsettling side to him.

༉‧₊˚SECOND WEEK: GHOSTFACE!GETO

summary: you end up having to work a late night shift at the CD shop— a closing shift.. great. but things start to get strange once one of your coworker leaves for the night, all by yourself with- ghostface?!

༉‧₊˚THIRD WEEK: GHOST!GOJO

summary: after entering a haunted house at a halloween theme park with your friends, you discover the ghost of gojo satoru has trapped you inside. he thrives on your fear, turning the experience into a twisted game where each room presents chilling challenges that blend terror and desire.

༉‧₊˚FOURTH WEEK: STALKER!TOJI

summary: you and your husband invite your new neighbour’s, the fushiguros, over for thanksgiving dinner. after that night, toji starts helping around the house—way more than your husband. at first it seems harmless, but soon things get unsettling, with him showing up unannounced and watching you a little too closely.

༉‧₊˚HALLOWEEN DAY: TRICK-WHORE-TREAT | NEW!

summary: you and your friends were having a sleepover, playing with cursed objects that you randomly bought off someone thinking nothing of it, only up until you realize you’ve summoned the king of curses- ryomen sukuna.

[fruitjoos]

It happened in middle school. The moment that loser muttered, “It was just a prank,” you knew—you were unlovable. Your existence was nothing more than cheap laughs and cruel jokes for others to toss around. It didn’t matter that for the next four years, the kindest souls would practically worship the ground you walked on. You never believed them. Not again.

In your opinion, all men were stupid. That included your small circle of friends from your freshman year at Stanford. You could understand why Tashi Duncan broke up with him. Honestly, she was the epitome of class. What knocked her screws loose enough to let him tear through her perfect little life in the first place, you had no idea. You watched as she and Art closed the nonexistent space Patrick had left behind, moving as if he had never existed. Like they didn’t care that he ever had.

It was sad.

Almost as pathetic as Patrick glueing himself to your side for the next eighteen months.

Whenever he visited campus, he followed you on quick grocery runs, camped out in your dorm while you studied, and sometimes, you’d come back to find your CD collection arranged alphabetically, your bed neatly made, or your laundry folded on your desk chair. You felt bad. So bad. You pitied him.

Just as you were settling into bed, ready to crack open your notes, he knocked. You let him in, watching as he shuffled through his bag, raving about some movie he’d bought for the Friday night tradition you’d fallen into.

“Can’t do movie night tonight,” you said, flipping through your textbook. You had a test on Monday.

You could tell he was falling for you. But you wouldn’t budge. And he noticed.

Yet instead of realizing you weren’t interested, he convinced himself he was the problem.

Patrick never said it out loud, but you could see it—the way his shoulders tensed whenever you brushed him off, the way his excitement dulled whenever you told him you were busy. He never complained, never asked for more than what you were willing to give. Instead, he tried harder.

He stayed longer.

He became a fixture in your life without you even realizing it.

At first, it was convenient. Having someone around who knew how you took your coffee, who grabbed your favorite snacks without asking, who could exist in your space without demanding too much from you. But then, it became exhausting. Because Patrick wasn’t just there. He was waiting. For what, you weren’t sure.

Maybe for you to finally look at him the way you once looked at Art. Maybe for you to say yes instead of I can’t tonight. Maybe for you to admit that all the time you spent together meant something more than just habit.

But it didn’t.

At least, not to you.

And yet, every Friday, he still showed up with a new movie. Every weekend, he still found a reason to stay. And every time you let him in, you knew, he was getting his hopes up for something that was never going to happen.

One Friday, just like every other, Patrick made his way to your dorm, a new DVD tucked under his arm. He was mid knock when he heard your voice, laughing, casual, the way you always were when you didn’t think he was around.

“He’s just so clingy.”

Patrick’s hand froze inches from the door.

“Like, it’s kind of pathetic at this point. He follows me everywhere.”

“He doesn’t have anything else going on,” Art chimed in, ever the instigator.

Tashi hummed in agreement. “I mean… it’s sad. He needs a life.”

Patrick didn’t stick around. His stomach twisted, embarrassment curdling in his chest like spoiled milk. He turned on his heel and walked away, the DVD still clutched in his hand.

You thought he was clingy? You thought he had nothing else going on?

He didn’t know what hurt more, the fact that you said it, or the fact that you were right.

That night, he didn’t text. He didn’t show up the next day either.

For the first time in eighteen months, he tried to figure out what his life looked like without you at the center of it.

Tennis. He could go back to that. Try to get on the ATP tour again, even if it meant swallowing his pride. If that didn’t work, maybe he’d get a job, something, anything to make it seem like he wasn’t just orbiting around you, waiting for some kind of purpose.

Because apparently, waiting on you made him pathetic.

Patrick tried. He really did.

He filled out applications, half heartedly scrolling through job listings like any of them would ever compare to being around you. He picked up his racket again, muscle memory guiding him through serves and volleys, but it didn’t feel the same. His body was there, but his mind?

It was with you.

He found himself lingering outside your dorm, fingers flexing at his sides, debating whether to knock. He told himself he was just passing by. Just happened to be in the area. But the truth was, staying away from you felt worse than the embarrassment of knowing what you really thought of him.

So he caved.

One knock, then two.

You opened the door, surprised, blinking at him like you weren’t expecting to see him again. Like you had noticed his absence.

“Hey,” you said, voice soft like butter.

And just like that, he was right back where he started.

[lotsofluvz]

LADS MEN AS DADS ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

how are the lads men as dads?

warnings none, just fluff

note i been trying to write as much before my semester starts n make me miserable. enjoy n luv ya! <3

ZAYNE

He cried when he finally saw his daughter as you cradled her in your arms after labor. After nine months, he is able to see the mini version of him and you. He can’t be any happier.

He is the strict type of dad (for the most part) but has a sweet spot for his princess. How can he say no to her sweet face? He can’t. He feels bad whenever he has to say no to her, but for the most part, your daughter wins over his heart.

It can be difficult to have time to spend with his family, especially with his line of work, but he always makes sure to not work once he arrives home and devotes himself to you and your daughter.

If she gains interest in anything related to medicine, I can see him teaching her various knowledge about it. He will buy her books, CDs, DVDs and many more related to science. He can’t pass up the opportunity to bond with her and his love for medicine.

RAFAYEL

He definitely cried the entire labor and when the nurses gave him your daughter. More tears fell down when she grabbed his pinky finger. He is beyond thankful for you giving him such an amazing gift, and he will forever treasure it.

He is the chill dad and is notorious for spoiling his princess. She wants new shoes? Bought it. She wants a new toy? Bought it. She wants ice cream? Bought it. She could ask him once, and she will get it. He can’t help it; she wants his princess to be happy.

He gained a new muse once you told him you were pregnant. He has portraits of you every week as she grows in your belly. Once she was born, he never stopped painting the both of you. He even bought a separate place for his paintings of his two favorite people because it was getting cramped in your home.

SYLUS

He was surprised when the two of you went for a regular doctor's appointment and the doctor told you that you were carrying twin girls. Sylus was ecstatic, to say the least. He asked Luke and Kieran to buy all the necessary nursery items. You have to scold him about purchasing too much for girls before they were even born.

If you think he was spoiling the twins so much before they were born, prepare for the amount of spoiling he is doing once his princesses are born. All they have to do is bat their eyelashes or look at something for a few seconds, and he is buying it already.

He is a hands-on dad, like the time you had an important meeting, and so did he. Instead of asking Luke and Kieran to look over the twins, he decided to bring them to the meeting itself. His business partners are all looking at him and the two girls in his arms. He is completely unfazed by the looks they are giving him and continues on explaining. He is more focused if his girls are comfortable throughout the meeting. He is the ultimate girl dad.

CALEB

He was so excited to learn that you were carrying twin boys. He bawled when the twins were born as you carried them in your arms. He can't believe two healthy boys came out of you, and he can't stop staring at them. He is so lucky to have you in his life and to have you gifting him with boys who shared the same features as their mom.

He is an easygoing and protective dad who loves his wife and twin boys so much. He always had a picture of you and the twins in a frame on his desk. He knows his life of work can be stressful, but he always makes sure the boys get to spend at least an hour or so every day.

He is the one who sparked the interest of the boys in planes, and they always loved going to their dad's job site and looking at the big planes. He is glad that the twins shared a likeness for planes, the same way he loved planes when he was younger.

He is always there to defend his boys, especially when they started to play soccer. A kid pushed one of the twins, and it took almost everything in him to not punch the kid's dad. After practice, he treated his wounds and bought them ice cream.

XAVIER

He initially wanted a girl so he could have a kid that looked like you, but he was gifted with a son who looked like him instead. He was kind of nervous when the nurse gave him the baby, but once he had him in his arms, he wouldn't stop staring and caressing his small cheeks. He repeatedly thanked you as he cradled your son.

He is the laid-back type of dad. If his son wants to try something, he will fully support him. He even taught him how to play board games, even if your son is clueless and mostly just laughing at his dad while pretending to playing. Although you refused to let him or your son near the kitchen, especially since he isn't particularly good at cooking or baking.

They became instant sleep buddies; you will always see them lying down and cuddling each other. Xavier is really good at calming him down and making him fall asleep; hence, you gave him the job of tucking your son in every night. There were instances when you woke up in the morning and he wasn't beside you. Instead, you saw him sleeping in the nursery room with him in his arms.

[makeyuomine]

written in the stars // part 2

Part 1

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the local bookstore stirs unresolved feelings and quiet tension. What begins with distance slowly shifts as unspoken thoughts come to light.

Tropes: Slow burn, strangers to lovers, mutual pining.

Author's Note: Hi everyone! ⭐️ Thank you so much for the love on Part 1 of Written in the Stars! This is very new to me. Feel free to message me recommendations or ideas!

Photo Credits: Pinterest

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It had been three weeks since the planetarium.

Three months since she'd stood under a canopy of stars and let a near-stranger kiss her hand like she was something rare. Three months since she'd slipped the torn piece of paper into her coat pocket—then her nightstand drawer—and never dialed the number. Not once.

(Y/N) told herself it was nothing. Just a moment. A beautiful, fleeting thing.

But she still hadn't thrown the paper away.

Stuff like this doesn't happen to me, she thought. And honestly, she wasn't wrong—things like this rarely did.

For three months, she wrestled with the same looping question—whether a man like him could have actually liked someone like her.

And by 'a guy like him' she meant someone who, from the little she'd seen, seemed effortlessly attractive, smart, and surprisingly direct.

There was no resolution, no peace. Eventually, she wandered to her favorite bookstore in Los Feliz, hoping that maybe a new book could silence the noise in her head, if only for a little while.

(Y/N) had been purposefully avoiding the Romance section—the last thing she needed was a reminder of love in any form. Instead, she wandered aimlessly through the other aisles, letting herself judge books by their covers. The overly illustrated ones didn’t appeal to her; she preferred something cleaner, quieter. Understated.

At the end of the row, she reached for a third book.

The One I Didn't Call was the title of the book. She let out a dry laugh, eyebrows lifting. "No fucking way."

Flipping it over, she skimmed the summary. Definitely a romance. Definitely shelved in the wrong section. And, somehow, despite her efforts to escape the topic—it actually sounded good. Relatable, even.

With a sigh, she added it to her new collection of books. Maybe the universe had a sense of humor after all.

She was just about to round the corner when she saw the very person who had been consuming her mind for months.

Her feet stopped before her brain caught up.

Harry stood a few feet away in the media section, his back mostly turned to her as he skimmed the contents of a record sleeve. A small stack of items was tucked under one arm—books, a film or two, something that looked like a CD, even. She didn't know anyone who still bought physical music, and yet… of course, he would.

He wore a light button-up shirt again—this time a soft, weathered shade of cream that caught the bookstore's amber lighting. The sleeves were rolled up just enough to reveal the collection of tattoos on his forearms, and his shirt was untucked like he'd tossed it on without thinking too hard. Effortless. Warm in a way that made her ache a little.

She ducked back a step, heart beating fast.

She could walk away. He hadn't seen her yet. She still had time.

But she didn't.

Instead, she stood frozen at the edge of the aisle, her copy of The One I Didn’t Call held tightly to her chest, as if it might shield her from the reality of what—or who—was five feet away.

As if he could feel the weight of her gaze, he glanced up—his eyes scanning the aisle until they landed on hers, unerringly and all at once.

For a second, his expression flickered—something hopeful behind the eyes—but it was gone just as quickly. Replaced by polite recognition. A distant nod.

(Y/N) froze again. She hadn't planned for this.

His mouth parted, as if to speak, but then he seemed to think better of it. Instead, he looked back down at the book in his hands, the motion too pointed to be anything but deliberate.

She stayed where she was, heart thudding, pulse loud in her ears.

Because she saw it this time—clear as the title still pressed against her chest.

He wasn't indifferent. He was hurt.

The stillness stretched between them, thick with everything unsaid. Harry cleared his throat first, the sound almost awkward in the quiet space.

"I didn't expect to see you here," he said, his voice quieter, as if he was testing the waters, unsure of what the atmosphere between them was.

"Same here," (Y/N) replied.

She swallowed hard, feeling like the world was tilting around them. "I didn't mean to—"

He shook his head, cutting her off. "You don't have to explain anything." His eyes flickered briefly to her hand, still clutching the book.

The One I Didn't Call.

A soft chuckle escaped him, the title almost too perfect, too ironic for the situation.

She must've picked up on it, too—her lips curling into a small smile, the irony of it not lost on her.

"Listen," (Y/N) began, voice a touch unsteady.

"I haven’t stopped thinking about that night at the Observatory," she confessed, her eyes flicking up to meet his.

Harry’s brows lifted, clearly caught off guard. He had all but assumed she’d moved on—that whatever he’d felt had been one-sided.

"I haven’t either," he said quietly.

The warmth of his words settled in her chest, softening something that had been wound tight for weeks.

Encouraged, she stepped a little closer. "I’m sorry I didn't call. It was… stupid, really. I was scared."

He said nothing, just listened, gaze intent on her like she was something rare.

She hesitated, then added, "I didn't think you could actually be interested in someone like me."

That stopped him. His expression flickered—confusion, disbelief, maybe even a trace of hurt.

Why would she think that? Had he said something wrong? Did he come off insincere? His thoughts tumbled fast and tangled.

But before he could say anything, she stepped in gently.

"It wasn't you," she said quickly. "It was nothing you did. I just.. It's personal stuff I need to work on."

Harry gave a small nod, the clarity softening the sting he'd carried—the ache of what he'd assumed was rejection turning into something more bearable.

"I know we don't really know each other," he said, stepping closer, his voice low but steady. "But there's something about you that draws me in. You're beautiful—and there's this quiet way you carry yourself that just… sticks with me."

He paused, searching her face.

"So I'm trying to understand how you could ever think a 'guy like me' wouldn't be interested in someone like you."

(Y/N) didn't know what to say. She had never really been in a situation like this before.

(Y/N) didn't answer right away. The weight of his words settled between them like dust in a shaft of light.

She looked down, then back up at him. "I think I've spent a lot of time convincing myself I’m not what people want," she said, barely above a whisper. "Even when they're standing right in front of me, telling me otherwise."

They stood there, surrounded by rows of paperbacks and hardcovers, a pocket of quiet in the world.

Harry's eyes softened. He didn't push, didn't press.

After a beat, he glanced at the book still in her hand and smiled faintly. "You gonna buy that?"

(Y/N) looked down at the cover again—The One I Didn't Call—and exhaled a breath that was almost a laugh. "Yeah," she said. "Feels fitting."

He smiled, just a little. "Can I get your number?"

She looked at him—really looked at him—and nodded. "Yes."

The cashier’s bell rang softly in the distance, signaling the end of something—or perhaps the beginning.

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Author's Note: Thank you for taking the time to read my work!

[g1rldrool]

short random ellie hc's<3

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ she's so touchy but soo scared to touch you:( she gets nervous just to put her hand on your thigh

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ she loves showing you off to people>3< she's always got her arm around your waist,,,,

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ she brings you up in every conversation ever, she just loves talking about you . she also wears a shirt that says 'i ❤️ my girlfriend'

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ she lovesloves pda, she will kiss and hug you in public with no hesitation!!!:3

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ she likes to buy things with you without telling you, she adoress surprising you with little gifts, sometimes it'll be like a batman keychain or sometimes it's a new pair of shoes

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ she also loves when you surprise her ! like one time you bought her a weezer cd and she freaked outtt, she kissed you all over your face cuz she was so happy^_^

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ she draws little spiderwebs on her converse!! she thinks of it as a spiderman reference

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ she loves baking with you, if your baking you betcha she's just lingering around the kitchen listening to music

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ she would literally do anything for you, she's sooo down bad:(<33

[loverangels]

head over heels

pairings: sirius black x fem!reader

synopsis: sirius loves visiting your record shop, for the vinyls and for you.

The tiny bell above the door jingled, and you didn’t even have to look up to know who it was. Sirius Black strolled into the record shop—again. You’d lost count of how many times he’d been here this month alone, but he always showed up with a grin that somehow managed to be both cocky and endearing.

Your mum had joked once that he must have the biggest vinyl collection in the city. But you knew better. Half the time, Sirius didn’t even seem to care which records he bought. He always spent more time leaning on the counter, chatting you up, than he did browsing the shelves.

“Afternoon, rock star,” he greeted, that signature lopsided grin firmly in place as he approached the counter.

You rolled your eyes at the nickname but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “Back so soon, Sirius? Didn’t I just see you yesterday?”

“What can I say? I have impeccable taste in music and an ever-growing collection to feed.” He winked, resting his forearms on the counter as he leaned a little closer. “And who better to guide me than the expert herself?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, grabbing the stack of new arrivals you’d been sorting through.

“Ridiculously charming, you mean,” he quipped.

You gave him a look, though your cheeks felt warm. “What are you after this time? Let me guess—something loud and obnoxious?”

Sirius clutched his chest dramatically, as if you’d wounded him. “You wound me, truly. I’m here for something... different.”

“Oh?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’s your favorite album in the shop right now? Pick something for me.”

You rolled your eyes again but humored him, scanning the shelves behind you. You grabbed a record you thought he might actually like—something classic but edgy—and handed it to him.

He held the sleeve reverently, his long fingers brushing against yours as he took it. “Perfect. I’ll take it.”

“You didn’t even look at it,” you teased, crossing your arms.

“Don’t need to. I trust your taste.”

That made your stomach flip, though you tried to ignore it. You busied yourself ringing up the record, but you could feel Sirius watching you.

When you glanced up, his gaze was softer, more thoughtful, like he was trying to memorize the curve of your smile or the way your hair fell over your shoulder. The moment he realized you’d caught him staring, his cheeks flushed pink, and he quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in a nearby display of CDs.

You bit back a smile. He was so confident most of the time that seeing him bashful was oddly endearing.

“Anything else?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light.

“Oh, definitely,” Sirius said, recovering quickly as he wandered over to the movie soundtrack section. He picked up a random CD and waved it at you. “What do you think? Too much John Williams in my collection?”

“You can never have too much John Williams,” you replied with a laugh. “But you’re not actually here for movie soundtracks, are you?”

“Caught me,” he admitted, his grin softening. “Maybe I just like the excuse to see you.”

His words hung in the air for a moment, and you felt your face heat up again. Sirius didn’t seem to mind your silence, though. If anything, he looked more confident, like he’d just scored a point in some game you hadn’t realized you were playing.

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Later that night, Sirius sat on the couch in his flat, staring at the ceiling while Remus flipped through a book and James played with a football in the corner.

“I’m an idiot,” Sirius declared.

“Yes, we know,” Remus said without looking up.

James laughed. “What is it this time? Forget to flirt with the cashier at the bakery?”

“It’s the girl at the record shop,” Sirius groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I swear, I was going to ask her out today. I even practiced. But then she caught me staring, and I panicked.”

Remus finally looked up, his expression equal parts exhausted and amused. “You’ve been talking about her for weeks, Pads. Just ask her out already. The worst she can say is no.”

James nodded, spinning the football in his hands. “Seriously, mate. If you don’t, I’ll do it for you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Sirius said, narrowing his eyes.

James smirked. “Try me.”

That was all the motivation Sirius needed. The next day, he walked into the record shop with a purpose.

You were behind the counter, sorting through a shipment of CDs, when the bell jingled and Sirius strolled in. This time, he didn’t pause to browse or make a cheeky comment. He came straight up to you, leaning casually on the counter like always—but his usual grin was softer, a little nervous around the edges.

“Hey,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey,” you replied, tilting your head. “No new records to buy today?”

“Not exactly,” he said, shifting his weight. “I, uh... actually wanted to ask you something.”

You set the CDs down, giving him your full attention. “What’s up?”

Sirius hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Would you want to go out with me? Sometime. On a date, I mean. Dinner, or coffee, or whatever you like. Your choice.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how nervous he sounded. For all his usual bravado, he was fidgeting slightly, his confidence faltering as he waited for your answer.

A smile spread across your face as you nodded. “I’d like that.”

His expression lit up, the tension in his shoulders easing instantly. “Yeah? When are you free?”

“Tomorrow, after I close up,” you said.

“Perfect,” Sirius said, his grin returning full force. “I’ll pick you up. Seven okay?”

“Seven’s perfect,” you agreed, feeling your own cheeks heat up under his gaze.

“Great. It’s a date.”

As Sirius walked out of the shop, he couldn’t stop himself from punching the air in triumph.

[leveragehunters]

I have ditched Spotify. I know, I know, it's not an airport etc etc. But I had some thoughts.

A big part of making the decision was the 20+ years of MP3 files sitting disorganised and abandoned on various hard drives and old devices. I spent this past week or so organising them all onto one hard drive, updating file names and tags and folder structures so I could load them all into Plex.

I have a lot of music. Most of it ripped from CDs, some bought as MP3s, and some recorded from cassette tapes using an audio jack and a dream. There's bands I haven't thought about in years; ones that, once reminded, I missed terribly.

It made me realise in the 6 or so years I've had Spotify I've listened to less and less music overall and certainly to fewer once-beloved bands/albums. (I didn't even realise Linkin Park had a new album with a new co-lead singer, a woman, who is incredible.)

Now my music is all set up in Plex, I'm listening to it through PlexAmp, a fantastic music app I'm running on an old tablet, bluetoothed to some decent speakers instead of the crappy computer ones.

Result? I've maybe listened to more music this past week than in all of 2024.

Now there's obviously a novelty factor at play, having everything easily available for the first time in so long, but I think there's something else going on.

Algorithmically, Spotify fed me music. I had a few playlists, a few bands saved, but I didn't have a collection of my music. I'll be the first to admit I'm not a huge music buff, so without my music in front of me, without being able to flip through my personal musical history, the music I'd curated, it was just kind of lost. Listening to Spotify was more like walking through a record store or listening to the radio. I forgot about what I enjoyed and just listened to what was convenient.

Having all my music at my fingertips is making me happy. Happy listening and happy looking through my collection and happy remembering that yeah, that is an awesome album! It makes my brain feel good and I remember when I first heard it, who I was with, what was happening in my life!

It's awesome.

[chemical-killjoy]

Mr. Bloody Brightside

Spike x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: very silly and fluffy

Summary: Spike has a pity-party when he thinks Y/N likes someone else, only to be very wrong

Bloody bastard, Spike thought, as he paced his crypt. Tosser. Who did he think he is, Mr soddin' Perfect? Y/N probably thinks so.

It had been a rough day. Bored out of his mind, he thought he'd come find you, hang out. All the scoobies thought you were crazy, befriending Spike since a little before he got the chip in his head (Buffy didn't know you were friends before hand), and getting so close. Why would you want to be friends with a killer? But you saw there was a man beneath the monster, and you didn't mind the monster so much anyway. You'd bonded over your sense of style, hatred of the man, music and poetry. And Spike was everything to you. Unfortunately for him, he didn't know that.

So it was a warm Thursday evening when Spike got to your shitty apartment. Sometimes he'd dream of moving in with you, buying a better place so you didn't have to live in that shit hole. Put up some black-out curtains and he'd be good to go. But he didn't dare risk suggesting it. He knocked on the splintering door and was surprised when Willow greeted him.

“Spike, hey!”

“Willow, hi,” Spike looked behind her, craning his head a little. “Is Y/N here?”

“Oh, no, she's out with Charlie, I think he's finally gonna make a move!” Willow smiled up at him, not knowing the pain she was causing.

“Charlie, right. Charlie.” He huffed.

“Something wrong, Spike? You look a little paler than usual, and that's kinda saying something.”

“Yeah, yeah all good. Just, uh, tell her I was lookin' for her, will you? And that...” Spike took a breath, turning away. “No, just tell her that. Thanks, love.” He attempted to smile at Willow before leaving.

There were many benefits to being your friend. And one of them was your ability to find cheap CDs and your love of giving gifts. A while back, after seeing how barren his crypt was, you new what he needed. A few days later, there was a box on his doorstep, a CD player with built in radio, and a bunch of old CDs, both yours and ones you bought in a pile on top. Spike spent hours on the phone with you that night, listening to songs and asking which you liked, which were gag gifts and which you'd stake him if people knew you listened to.

And that's how Spike found himself blasting The Killer's 'Mr. Brightside' and singing along at only 9pm. He spent hours getting angry, training for fights, beating up the air, reasoning with himself why he was better for you, until he eventually gave up and sank into the misery. He picked up a half-full bottle of whisky, turned on the song and played it on repeat, singing, crying, dancing and drinking until the bottle hollowed into a microphone. It was a hell of a pity party, perfect for heartbreak such as this.

He was so sure you'd pick Charlie. You sure talked about him enough. And he was such a good guy it made Spike want to puke. He was tall, dark hair, muscly, with a smooth voice. He played guitar, and was teaching you, and what's more romantic than that? And he was only a year older than you. You probably thought Spike was an old man. But he's only a few decades past 100!

But more importantly, Spike was reminded of how much he isn't worthy of you. Like so many women he'd loved before, he was probably beneath you. He was lucky you were even friends with him, after all. He was a shit man, and now a shit vampire. Why would you care for him at all? He took another swig of what was left of the quickly diminishing liquor, and screamed the chorus into the bottle, laughing into a half sob-half scream. He huffed. And then he continued to sing and dance.

You'd know that tune anywhere. Mr. Brightside. One of your favourites, blasting from Spike's crypt. You could hear it outside, and were smirking for a minute before you knocked on the door.

No answer.

“Spike,” you yelled. “I know you're in there!”

“IT WAS ONLY A KISS!” Spike yelled the lyrics, and you giggled. No way had he heard you.

You tried the door, and it was unlocked. Weird, Spike wouldn't normally leave it unlocked... Unless he's going through something.

The sight before you told you he definitely was.

Spike was dancing with his back to you, black short sleeved shirt and black jeans, hair a mess, singing into a bottle of whisky. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight before you.

Spike jumped, and turned around so fast he nearly fell over. His eyes couldn't have been wider.

“Y/N, hi.” Spike rushed to turn the song off. “What're you doin' here, love?”

“Evidently crashing a one-man party.”

“I, er, I thought you'd be out with Charlie.”

“Charlie?”

“Yeah, Willow said, I went to visit you today.” Spike took another, smaller, swig. “You know, I think that boy is, uh, I think he'd be good for you, you know. He's got, uh, stability, for one, I guess, and-”

“Spike.”

“Yes?”

“I don't like Charlie, not like that.”

“You don't.”

“I don't.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! He asked me out today, and while I was flattered, I said no. He's not the kinda guy I want to go on dates with.”

“What, cause he's so perfect?”

“Well, yeah, actually. He's so... nice. He's such a good guy, he has no faults, no flaws, nothing of real strength to him. Like he's sweet, don't get me wrong, and I like being his friend, but it's not like I'm into him. He's too... soft.”

“...oh.” Spike's brows raised and he nodded.

“Oh?” you couldn't help but giggled. “Spike, don't tell me you were jealous? You weren't gonna lose me even if I went out with him. We'd still be friends.”

“Yeah. Right. Friends.” Spike put the bottle down and sat on the couch. You came to sit next to him.

“Spike?”

“Yeah?” He hated how his heart leapt at you simply saying his name, and you loved how his eyes, open and honest, bore into yours.

“I, um,” you said, scooching closer. Spike took a sharp breath, feeling more intoxicated by your perfume than the whisky. “Do you, um, did you not want to be just friends?”

“Careful there, pet, what're you really asking?” Spike could swear he sobered up at your words.

You swallowed nervously before asking properly.

“Do you like me? As more than a friend?” You looked into his blue eyes, and he took a minute to process your words. If he said no, he'd be damned. If he said yes, he could lose you. He glanced down at your lips. Screw it.

“I adore you, Y/N. As much more than a friend.” His voice was low but soft. “I don't throw a bloody pity party when I think a girl's datin' someone because I think she's neat... I love you.” Spike was breathing faster with the words out in the open, and you didn't know what to say.

You opened and closed your mouth, not sure how to respond.

“Really?”

“Yes, of course, I-” Spike gave up, lurching forward and crashing his lips against yours.

You smiled into his lips, and sighed softly into the kiss, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him closer towards you, tasting the whisky on his tongue and pulling softly at short strands of pale hair. Spike put his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. You stayed that way, lips locked, smiling, then you pulled away.

“I love you too.” And your lips were back on his.

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[seonghrtz]

𝑛ew 𝑠cenario. 𐙚 両面宿儺 ( streamer!au ) fluff 849 words + warnings. ooc sukuna | sukuna helps you set up a new scenario for your streams.

As Sukuna opened the door to your apartment, he felt a wave of comfort sweep over his chest. He secretly (maybe not so secretly) loved it when you invited him over ⸻ not that he needed an invitation to visit you. Spending time with you, in the comfort of your apartment (which was more like an extension of yours), was all Sukuna needed to feel the tension in his muscles melt away and a good feeling rise in his chest.

Still at the entrance, he took off his sneakers, put on the Kuromi slippers you had bought especially for him, and left his backpack and coat on the rack.

But any peace he felt was gone when he heard a scream from the back of the apartment.

With hurried steps, Sukuna reached the bedroom and was surprised to see so many boxes scattered around the room and you sitting in the middle of the mess.

"What the hell happened here?" he asked, getting your attention.

"‘Kuna! You arrived at just the right moment." You got up from the floor and went to hug your boyfriend, who returned the hug without a second thought. "I was trying to tidy up the new room, but I slipped," you laughed, embarrassed at how clumsy you were, and the boy just stared at you, getting drunk on every feature of your face.

And then a light appeared in the back of Sukuna's mind. You had recently told Sukuna that you wanted to change the location of your streams. You wanted to move your computer out of your bedroom and use the empty room in your apartment.

"Why didn't you call me? I could have helped you move things around." He said, looking at the mess in the room.

"You were at work, 'Kuna." You replied, "But since you're here, you could help me, couldn't you?"

"Just tell me what you need." Sukuna held your face and kissed your lips.

You smiled excitedly and hugged Sukuna once more before starting to tell him what to do.

While Sukuna was busy putting a shelf on the wall (following the sketch you had made of how you wanted the room to look) and then a perforated panel, you were trying to understand the instructions on how to assemble the bookshelf you had bought to put your stuffed animals, DVDs, and books in to decorate the room.

"Sweetheart, why don't you finish arranging your stuffed animals and decorations and let me do the rest?" Sukuna walked up to you, grabbed you by the waist, and took the manual from your hand.

"It's not fair; you get to do all the hard work!"

"Let me do it for you, huh?" He reached for your lips and stole a kiss.

"All right..." You sighed in defeat, "Are you already done?" You asked in surprise as you looked at the shelf on the wall, the perforated panel hanging, and the table set up in the exact position you had placed it on the sketch.

Sukuna just smiled sideways and stole another kiss before starting to read the instructions on how to assemble the bookshelf.

Meanwhile, you took the opportunity to sweep the room and clean the newly installed desk and shelf. Carefully, you set up your ultrawide monitor, keyboard, and mouse, a DSLR camera on a tripod above the monitor, and your pink microphone on an articulated arm. On the small shelf above the desk, you placed a heart-shaped clock and a picture frame containing a photo of you and Sukuna, and placed a My Melody stuffed animal between the clock and the picture frame. On the perforated panel hanging on the wall next to it, you placed your headphones and hung some Polaroids for decoration.

When it got dark, Sukuna had already finished assembling the bookshelf, and you started decorating it, putting up some stuffed animals, CDs, DVDs, books, etc.

"Do you think I should buy a big puff to put here?" You asked as soon as you'd finished decorating.

"It's easier to buy a two-seater sofa."

"I think I'll make a list of things to buy to decorate the room; I think it's still a bit empty." You looked around. "I think a cabinet would be nice too, to store my Xbox and PS."

"We'll think about it later. I think I deserve a reward now, don't you?" He pulled you by your waist.

"Reward?" You tilted your head to the side in doubt.

"Uh huh," he murmured in affirmation as he moved his face closer to yours, brushing his lips gently against yours. "Maybe watch a movie," he suggested.

"I don't know; the last time you suggested it, we didn't finish the movie."

"As far as I remember, you didn't complain," Sukuna smiled mischievously.

"'KUNA!" You said it in a suppressed tone, making your boyfriend just laugh at your reaction.

"I promise we'll just watch the movie this time." He kissed you calmly.

"You don't seem to have any intention of keeping that promise…" You murmured against his lips, and Sukuna smiled, confirming your words.

"Maybe…”

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[fobarchiveteam]

The Fall Out Boy 2001 Demo... and the fact that there's actually two of them!

A few years ago, the wonderful Dave Hofer, who owns the DuPage County Hardcore Archive, uploaded the first Fall Out Boy demo from 2001 onto his archive, revealing its existence to the world. Dave was able to locate both a copy of the CD and the cassette versions of this demo, finding out that limited amounts of CDrs and around 100 cassettes were ever made. The CDr has uncut and unmastered versions of the recordings that later appear on the Project Rocket split, but the cassette contains completely different recordings for the first two songs, while an original song that is found nowhere else called “A Nice Myth” replaces Moving Pictures. The truth is that these are actually two separate demos: the cassette recordings came first. These demos were both made in 2001. For the first demo, the band consisted of Patrick on vocals, Pete on bass, Joe on guitar, and two other members who only lasted for a short time in the band: Ben Rose on drums, and John Flamadan on rhythm guitar. It was recorded on an 8-track in Ben’s basement. That 8-track was later turned into the cassette, of course. Both Ben and John left shortly after, and Jared Logan and TJ Kunasch replaced them on the CDr recordings respectively. What you may not know is there was an even rarer version of the CDr demo made: two types of lathe cuts.

These lathe cuts were posted on Discogs as pictures years before Dave’s discovery, so they sat dormant and undiscovered by FOB fans for a long time. After researching the cassettes and CDs for our archive, we stumbled upon these pictures and were perplexed that nobody has mentioned this version elsewhere before. Although this was not really a “new” discovery, we were still intrigued. We contacted the uploader of the picture, and this is what he had to say:

Hey!! Yeah it's honestly a crazy story on how I acquired it, but I believe it's legit. Basically, a few years back (I think 2018 or 19? The listing on the page for the clear version that sold for $0.50 or something crazy was from me, that's how I bought it). I messaged a guy on here that had the CD added in his collection if he would be willing to send me the mp3s/WAV files for his copy, and he did. We talked for a bit about the band and he said I seemed knowledgeable about the band and asked if I wanted his second copy of the lathe (he had two, one clear, one black). I obviously was like "hell yeah dude" and he said he would ship it to me. Fast forward a few weeks (he lived in Australia or some shit) and low & behold, I actually got the damn thing in the mail, plus two promo trading cards from the TTTYG album cycle, one with Andy & one with Joe. A few years later he messaged me that he got in touch with the dude that made the lathes for the band (he was based in Chicago which makes sense). Apparently 26 copies were cut & only 20 got labels thrown on them, members of the band slapped them on themselves. They were only in white paper sleeves, not any picture sleeves unfortunately. The sound quality on them is actually pretty decent for a lathe made in 2001, which is what leads me to believe it's legit. Also, like you had mentioned, the songs didn't leak until a few years back, when I got it I had never heard these versions (it's just the Project Rocket split versions uncut & unmastered essentially, same versions as the ones that leaked from the CD version. That is pretty much all the info I have on it, I hoped that helped some!!

Cheers from Florida - Jake

He later followed up with:

If I'm not mistaken, I believe the guy I got it from got both the clear and black copies verified to be legit by the guy that made them. Also small detail I forgot to include before, he obtained both copies through a lot of FOB merch from eBay. He was looking to get a complete set of TTTYG trading cards, which is why he bought it. But I know in the lot he also got the two lathes & a demo CD, I forget what else he had mentioned. It's odd that the band hasn't spoken of their existence, maybe they forgot? The lathes were probably more of a novelty item than anything, considering that vinyl wasn't very popular in 2001 & they weren't packaged as "properly" as the CDs & tapes, plus they made a lot less of them. I'm assuming they just kinda got tossed around between friends of the band or got sold at random at their early shows. Either way, it's been one of my prized possessions since I've acquired it, let me know if hou have any other questions on it haha

Currently we have no idea who this elusive Chicago lathe maker is, but maybe we may find out one day. These lathe cuts may possibly be the rarest FOB merch in existence.

Side note: The fact that the top title on the cassette specific insert says "Fallout Boy - Growing Up" and then later lists Growing Up as a song below, it may have been intended to be the title of the cassette, and the song was a title track. This is unconfirmed though.

[hhoneylemon]

𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

warnings: bad writing perhaps

How Does He Act With A Crush?

he’s so cute when he has a crush. he finds excuses to hang out with you, he’s nicer to you than he is to anyone. he does his best to charm you with his ‘bad boy’ persona and then drops it to just be that soft funny guy. he’ll let you borrow his books and he’ll read any you recommend, he lets you borrow his cds, sneaks you free stuff from luke’s, probably steals something of yours to remember you by when he’s sitting alone.

Love Languages

i think jess is an acts of services and gift giving kind of guy. he’ll annotate books for you, give you books, drive you around, carry things for you. he’ll let you drag him places as long as it makes you happy too. he keeps your best interests in his heart. he struggles with voicing his feelings. he’s physically affectionate, but it’s mostly hand holding and kissing.

Gifts

he definitely listens to you when you talk. he learns what your favorite candy is to randomly give to you when you’re hanging out. he gives you books based off your taste and he expects you to tell him what it was about and if you liked it or not. he buys you cds and records of your favorite artists and does his best to find collectors items too. has bought you little antique trinkets that are genuinely adorable.

Dates

like i said, he takes mental notes on what you talk about, he’s a great listener. if you mention having seen a new restaurant open he’ll take you there for dinner. he enjoys taking you out for ice cream (there’s ice cream at the diner, but no cones), taking you book shopping, record shopping, seeing a bad movie to make fun of it (at home or in theatre), going to concerts or small gigs. he loves just walking around with you and talking too. keeps a hand in your back pocket or an arm around your waist. if you ask him to a town event he’ll complain about it and say no for a while but if you keep asking he’ll probably say yes, or he’ll come up with an alternative date.

Kisses

when you first start dating he genuinely cannot stop kissing you. stops you mid conversation to kiss you and then goes back in his same position to listen to you continue talking. kisses your cheek when he really wants to kiss you but you’re ranting. kisses you to shut you up. of you want him to shut up, it's effective on him as well. kiss him and you can get you whatever you want. he’d give you the world if you asked, anyways.

Random

he does magic tricks for you!! sometimes your brain hurts from reading so much or you’re studying and you want a break so he busts out his cards and just does some tricks for you. sometimes he’ll take you to the lake and you two sit on the bridge and sit in silence, holding hands and looking at the water while thinking about whatever. whenever he’s upset, this is his favorite thing to do with you. he honestly doesn’t peg me as the jealous type. unless you outright hang out with an ex or a guy who clearly has a crush on you, he won’t care. he trusts you. he’ll ho to parties with you, but he makes sure both of you steer clear from drinking. while yes, he would normally drink at a party, you’re here and he doesn’t want to worry you and he certainly doesn’t want you drinking. he would stop smoking for you if you asking him to!! sometimes you to sit in the park/town square and he’ll be reading on the grass while you’re sitting on a bench and his head is between your knees so you can play with his hair. it calms him down, and also it’s fun to mess up his hair without his knowing. he offers his jacket to you when it’s cold and then you get to watch him start shivering before he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you close to him for a bit of warmth. he takes care if you before himself!! if you say you need help he’s immediately coming to your rescue. stuck on a homework question? he’ll figure it out, don’t worry. your car won’t run? he’ll figure it out, don’t worry. your sink won’t stop dripping? he’s no plumber, but it shouldn’t be too hard. pet names are weird to him, but a small ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ will leave his lips inbetween kisses or when he’s about to softly correct you on something. whenever you talk he’s looking at you with the softest eyes, a small smile on his lips. he seriously doesn’t understand what he did to interest you in him. sometimes he’s mean bc he’s mean to everyone and it’s his defense mechanism against the world. blows you off when he’s upset but the longer you’re together the better he gets at communicating he’s upset and letting you try to improve his mood. please hug him and let him hold you and kiss your hair it’ll do wonders for him. he’s half hopeless romantic half asshole. he’s such a loser boyfriend. the beginning of the relationship is puppylove and then it leads to real love and he doesn’t know how to handle it. it’s amazing but scary.

he loves you, he just doesn’t know how to tell you because he’s never been loved back before.

[rotthepoet]

GIRL the way I was re-reading your Enzo fics (and literally everything else lol) and ugh pathetic men!!!!! Like all men are pathetic but when they're so pathetic that they can't hide it ughh so fucking delicious!!

So I have a question in what ways do you think each of our boys would be pathetic?

We already know how Enzo is basically. And I do think all of them would get on their knees for us but like what other ways?????

LITERALLY HAVE ME GIGGLING AT WORK BRAINSTORMING FOR THIS

Because the boys being simps?? Omfg yes please.

So we’ve already covered Lorenzo but lets recap. He’s downright the definition of a simp. Won’t stop trying to do everything for you. Major acts of service bro. Carry your bag, do your homework, being you tea in the morning. He will literally tail you all day if he isn’t interrupted. Change his schedule so all his classes line up with yours? Absolutely. He just wants to spend all of his time with you making you love him like he loves you.

Draco will spoil you, naturally. But so extremely that it can become kinda… overbearing. I mean its back to back gifts, receiving a brand new pair of diamond earrings at breakfast only for him to present a matching necklace at dinner. And hes so smug about it because he knows no one else can spoil you like he does. Anytime you mention a certain interest, gifts ensue. He overheard you talking about your favorite band? He just bought you every one of their CD’s and a CD player along with it, because he didn’t know if you had one.

As always, being one of the most levelheaded(and most prideful) of the group, Blaise wouldn’t do anything grand or extravagant. He keeps his patheticness to himself, until he’s on substances, then he’s yapping to anyone who will listen. Blaise will compliment the shit out of uou. He loves to see you blush, and what better way than to constantly remind you how attractive, clever, and funny you are?! He saves this grin just for you, cracks it whenever you laugh, he thinks its just the cutest thing. Shots hate to see Blaise coming, because the second they hit, he will not shut up about how this minuscule thing you did one time 4 months ago was just to silly and cute to not tell someone about.

Theodore, another somewhat levelheaded boy, is not as subtle though. He’s very… openly romantic. Similar to Lorenzo, he wants to spend all day with you, and will try to do any task for you. Say the word and its done. Except, it feels like he’s straight up courting you. Flowers on the regular, so the kind of guy who keeps one just to know when he needs to replace your latest bouquet. Little gifts and romantic gestures. He lowkey tells everyone youre his and eventually everyone starts to assume youre an item, and its just easier to agree than not right??

Dear god Mattheo needs to take a chill pill. Second he has a crush who doesnt want him back?? Fuck. Just decides your his, and will violently beat the daylights out of anyone who dares attempt to flirt with you. Also will get onto you if you flirt with anyone else. Because obviously you cant be cheating on him? The fuck?? Wraps his arm around uou in the hallways, completely ignoring your protests. Little kiss on the forehead when he finally leaves you be, and he relishes the blush you cant hide. So many pictures of you, and im gonna be so reall. So so real with y’all. Hes a fuckin dog. Horny 24/7 if you wear your skirt an inch higher than usual he will notice and he will COMMENT about it. Good intentions, bad execution.