#he accidentally sentences his girlfriend to death

[buttered-toasty]

Lol I’ve been labeling these the wrong days for like three days now rectifying that here anyway

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Anyways me when I accidentally sentence my girlfriend to death

[eetherealgoddess]

TR: ꨄYANDERE TOXIC BF HEADCANONSꨄ

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Characters are 18+

❦All I gotta say is NEVER try to leave these mfs❦

Not fully proofread

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Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Mikey: When you first got together, you honestly had no idea he returned the same feelings as you considering he always wore the same stoic expression whenever you were around. So focused on his family and friends he barely had enough time to spend with you.

Of course, you had no problem with this considering it was not only the beginning of your relationship but better for him to be stuck on family than other lovers. It only became a problem when he didn’t bother to make time with you at all. Not a hang out, date, nothing.

He barely texts and would leave you on delivered quite often. When you tried to initiate quality time, he would either have an excuse or ignore you. He never really showed you off and you doubt anyone would know about you if you hadn’t shown up to one or two meetings.

You wondered why he even accepted your proposal to be his girlfriend in the first place if he didn’t really want you. Finally, tired of everything, you decided to break up with him, face - to - face.

“You’re breaking up with me?” He questions with disbelief. “Yes, Mikey. I do have feelings for you, but this just isn’t working out like I thought it would.” You explained, disappointed with how things turned out.

“You can’t break up with me. I thought you loved me, Y/n. You can’t leave me.” His eyes narrow as he shoves you against the wall. Your eyes widen in shock as your back hits against the hard surface. “M-Mikey, what’s wrong with you? I thought this would be something you wanted!” His hands tighten around your shoulders, nails piercing through the fabric as you wince from the penetration of your skin.

“You’re mine, Y/n.” You had no idea what all he went through to get you to notice him. First, he had to get rid of your ex boyfriend. When threatening him didn’t work, his gang jumped him, beating him to a pulp. Hence the break up text. Honestly, if your ex hadn’t given in, it would’ve been his own death sentence. Next, was ‘accidentally’ meeting you just after the break up, catching you when you’re vulnerable enough to fall for any kind of attention. Third, getting you to chase him by the ‘hot and cold’ behavior. Giving you a little just to give you absolutely nothing in return so you keep yearning for him.

He was so happy when you asked him out, non stop talking about you to all of his friends and family. His plan worked perfectly, until now. “This doesn’t make any sense, Mikey!” You cried out in confusion and slight fear. “It’s not hard, Y/n. I love you and you’re my girlfriend.” He releases you with a smile, gazing at the concerned expression on your face. He gently grabs your hand. “I forgive you.” He brings your hand to his lips and leaves a peck. You begin to question his insanity as well as your own.

Kazutora: “If you actually loved me you’d let it go!” He says, tears threatening to fall out of his eyes as he blocks you from slamming your bedroom door against his face. “If you actually loved me then you wouldn’t have cheated on me, Kazu!” You yell angrily as you wipe your tears. You cross your arms as you glare at your boyfriend who’s about to be your ex.

“I didn’t cheat on you! You’re overreacting! We didn’t even have sex!” You scoff. “So I guess I can just flirt with my exes and then complain about our relationship to them, huh?” He glares with tears in his eyes. “It’s your fault for not paying attention to me, Y/n. I wouldn’t have to ask for affection if you’d give me enough.” He crosses his own arms. You stare back in disbelief.

“Are you seriously trying to make excuses for emotionally cheating on me with your ex?” “It’s not excuses when it’s the truth. I just wished you loved me as much as I love you. You clearly don’t care about me otherwise you’d give me attention.” You hold your hands up. “I’m fucking done.” You say before walking out of the bedroom. His eyes widen as his heart begins to pound.

“Done with what?” He follows after you. “Done with you!” You growl as you grab the doorknob. Before you can open the door, you’re yanked back so roughly that you fall on your ass, staring at the man crawling on top of you and pinning you down as the tears spill out of his eyes.

“Y-you can’t leave me, Y/n. You won’t! I love you so fucking much! If you really loved me, you wouldn’t leave so don’t break my heart. I don’t know what I would do.” You stop yourself from crying with him, gazing at his pretty, pitiful face. No, I can’t fall for it.

“No, get off of me.” You hiss. You furrow your brows as his face becomes stoic with wide wet eyes. He wraps his hands around your neck, your hands grabbing his wrists as he shuts off your air supply. You struggle to breathe as you kick your feet, barely moving under him as you try to shove him off, to no avail.

“Baby, I don’t want to kill you, but if you don’t show me that we can work this out then I’ll have no choice. It’ll be so romantic, you and me. You die by my hands and I die right after so we can lie here together.” You immediately nod your head.

“W-we can!” You croak out, finally gaining a huge breath of oxygen once he releases you and wraps his arms around your body, hugging you tightly. You cough as the tears finally spill.

“Tell me you love me, I need to hear it please.” He cries against your shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck. “I love you.” He rocks you both as he kisses your forehead. “Good. Good. I’m so glad because I love you too.”

Ran: You couldn’t believe how your boyfriend Ran would blatantly flirt with different people in front of your face. It didn’t matter if it was a cashier, waitress, waiter, your friends, his friends, anyone who was around he would begin to flirt with them as you watch angrily. What makes it worse is that, he doesn’t seem to care much when you react. He just gives you that sly smile and says, “You jealous?” Otherwise he’ll pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

At the beginning of your relationship, it didn’t matter so much considering you only just began dating and neither of you knew how serious it would turn out so you didn’t want to be ‘overbearing,’ even though deep down you knew that it’s not you overreacting but it just goes to show how little respect he has for you. Especially since you’re a year into the relationship, and you’re currently on a date with your boyfriend and apparently the waitress who just decided to sit in the same booth.

You missed the way his eyes would peek over to see exactly how you were feeling, finding delight in the fact that you were so bothered over his attention focusing on someone else. It was his own little experiment. Considering he loves attention, specifically from you, it really sends blood to his cock to see your angry face. The fact that you would get so mad that you would yell at him afterwards only turned him on. He gets off to seeing you angry, upset, whatever as long as it’s toward him. And you continuously take it because you can’t get enough of him.

Finally, you shoot up from the table and walk off, walking towards his car. He follows you, hopping into the driver’s seat as you sit with your arms crossed in the passenger’s seat. He begins to drive you to his apartment, holding back his smirk.

“I think we should break up.” His grip on the wheel tightened, his eyes narrowing before he glances at you. “No you don’t.” You turn to him. “You can’t tell me how I feel. Take me to my apartment. I’m tired of your behavior. You wanna flirt with everyone so bad then you can be single.”

There was a moment of silence, a pause of pondering as he stares at the road. This wasn’t a part of the plan. This has never happened before. Usually you let it go after an argument and you both make up in the bedroom. “We’re done, for good.” Something snaps in him, squinting his eyes as he slams on the brakes in the middle of the road, your body thrown against the seatbelt as your eyes widen. You grab onto the door as you look at him. “What the fuck, Ran?”

He then slams on his gas pedal and takes a different turn, taking the interstate and accelerating the speed as his foot presses the gas pedal. “RAN! SLOW DOWN!” You scream in terror as you watch his speed go from 40 to 100 within seconds, only continuing to go higher as he passes the cars, purposefully going lane to lane to make it worse for you.

“Not until you take it back.” You gasp. “Are you fucking crazy? You’re gonna kill us!” He chuckles before frowning and glancing at you. “Doesn’t matter if you don’t take it back.” “Ran, please!” You cry as you see his speed reaching 130. “Take it fucking back, Y/n.” He growls. “I take it back! I take it back! Please, just slow down! I-I made a mistake just, please!” Finally, he gradually slows down, hitting his brakes as you breathe heavily, body still trembling when he finally slows down to five over the speed limit.

“Let’s head home so we can rest, yeah?” You nod your head, gripping the seat as you look ahead.

Rin: You’re so tired of the constant nitpicking of your flaws. You’re tired of receiving insults by the person who’s supposed to love every part of you. You have the understanding that obviously, just stating an opinion or giving critique to something is fine but when someone is just outright picking every single thing they can see wrong with you, it can be overwhelming.

Then when you try to leave they make you feel like you can’t live without them. How can you handle everything on your own when you can’t even handle little things. You’re a bit of a dimwit who can’t do things on your own so how would you be able to survive without the help of your generous boyfriend?

Rin makes you feel like you’re holding him back. He takes the time out of his day to help you out. To be there for you. How could someone like him go out of his way to help someone as low as you? Who else would deal with you. Who else would be there to help and protect you? Who else would be there to look after you because clearly you can’t look out for yourself.

Of course, your friends tell you how it’s all an illusion and he’s manipulating you. You believe them, but you believe him as well. Until, finally you decided that you didn’t want to feel like shit anymore. So you ask him to come to your apartment.

“Rin, I don’t like the way you make me feel. I love you, but I don’t think that this is working out.” One of his eyebrows raise as he leans back in his seat on the chair in the living room, taking a sip of his beverage and readjusting his glasses. “You think I like the way you make me feel? You think you can just use me and leave, Y/n?” Your eyes widen. “N-no! It’s not like that! I never used you.” “Oh? How did you get everything you own now? How did you get the clothes you’re wearing, the money in your bank account, the apartment you couldn’t afford if it wasn’t for me?” He smirks.

You could only stare as you pause in thought. Damn, have I been using him? But I never asked for any help and I was grateful and I truly love him. Have I been so mindless? So unaware? “You really hurt my feelings, babe. How could you do this to me?” He questions, his smirk turning to a stoic gaze. “Rin, it’s not like that, seriously. Look, I just want to be treated better. So we can’t be together anymore.” He sets the cup down, gripping the chair arms as he sits up in his seat, his arms resting on his legs when he releases.

“This isn’t over until I say it’s over. After all, you need me. You should be happy that I’m willing to stay with you after everything you’ve put me through.” “But-!” “Look, I’m going to give you some space to breathe and then we’re going to go on a date. It’s okay, Y/n. Really. I forgive you.” “Rin, I’m serious! I-I’m breaking up with you.”

You yelp as you duck your head just as the glass shatters from the cup, liquid oozing down the wall behind you. You look at him with your mouth agape. He stands up, brushing himself off with a bored look on his face. “I’m gonna pick you up at seven o’clock. Be ready for me, yeah?” He says, giving you a side eyed glance before walking to your front door and walking out, shutting the door behind him as you’re left gazing at the space in front of you in shock.

Sanzu: “Sanzu, I can’t do this anymore. I-I’m not cut out for your kind of lifestyle.” Those were the last words you got to say before you found yourself hiding in the mess of clothes from your closet after you heard the glass shatter from one of the windows in your apartment. You thought a phone call would suffice considering you know how your former boyfriend gets so you could be at a distance.

When the line went dead, you knew that you might’ve fucked up. What you didn’t expect was for him to already be at your apartment. You had no idea why or when he came over but he had been hiding somewhere outside considering the shot rang only seconds after the call. Scared out of your mind, you could barely think, running to your closet knowing that you would be dragged out soon. You accidentally dropped your phone in the living room so you couldn’t call anyone for help.

Somehow you still love this pretty maniac, though you just couldn’t bear with the guilt of knowing that you’re with a murderer. You had only just found out about his body count recently when you got curious enough to look in his phone. At this point you would’ve rather had found him cheating, though you found old files and information on it, realizing that it was actually his work phone. You had no idea he works for Bonten.

He completely lied to you about his whereabouts and place of work. He acted normal, as if he had never killed anyone. How could he be okay with himself? How could you still want him? You fought yourself on whether or not you should pretend you didn’t know anything, which you tried, only for the guilt to eat you alive. Especially when you snooped in his office when visiting his home and saw the terrible ways he murdered the victims. Those same hands touched you every day.

You jolt as you hear the door to your room being kicked off of its hinges. Before you knew it, the closet door swung open revealing the pretty man in all his madness, an angry look on his face. You scream as he shoves all the clothes off of you and snatches you out by the bicep, gun still in one of his hands.

“SANZU PLEASE!” You scream as he throws you on the bed. He crawls on top of you, setting the barrel of the gun to your head while his other hand wraps his fingers around your throat.

“Shh, shh. It’s fine. It’s okay. Just breathe.” He cooed as you listen, breathing heavily as you try to calm down, not wanting to get shot. “You’re so beautiful like this, Angel. Stop crying, okay?” You whimper as you try to hold in your cries, anxiety high as you stare into his crazed eyes. “That’s my good girl.” He smiles.

“You’re gonna keep being good for me, yeah?” You nod your head frantically, tears still falling as you continue to hold in your whines. You wince as the gun cocks, his finger against the trigger. “You didn’t say what I think you said, right? You’re not breaking up with me?” You shook your head. “N-no I’m not, I just freaked out. We’re still together, I swear!” He nods as he removes the gun, though with the weapon still in his hand, he pulls you up by the face and gives you a passionate kiss. Moving his lips against yours as you fearfully kiss him back, his tongue entering your mouth to explore as saliva drips down your chin. He pulls back and leans his forehead on yours.

“It’s good that you know who you belong to.”

[lomlhwa]

roadtrip (c.s)

pairing: bf!san x gf!reader

preview: idk it's a long roadtrip and san needs to let out some pent up energy

tags/warnings: fem reader, oral (m.receiving), kinda subby san idk there's not a lot of dialogue, road head can i get a wahoo, head while driving (don't do that), he's wearing grey sweatpants (yes that's a tag), you take your seatbelt off to give him head (WEAR YOUR SEATBELT), dacryphilia, pet names (baby, pretty girl), cum eating

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 833

song recs for this fic: let's! by hoppipola

a/n: dedicated to one of the biggest san stans i know (you know who you are)

you look up to check the clock on the car display and groan. 4:00pm. you’ve been on the road for at least 4 hours now. you know your destination is far but there’s only so much gazing out the window that one person can do.

at least you have the best view on the planet sitting next to you. your boyfriend, san, always looks so much more attractive while he’s driving. one hand on the wheel and one hand gripping the plush skin of your thigh. his eyes are stuck on the road, his head swaying from side to side to the beat of the music filling the otherwise silent car. 

you rest your head on the window, debating dozing off. that is, until you hear the sound of san’s clothes shuffling around on his seat. you turn your head to find that he’s adjusting his hips in his seat, seeming uncomfortable.

“you okay, sannie?” you ask, feeling concerned. could he have a stomach ache? was a pit stop imminent? he nods, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. you can tell from his facial expression that it’s an empty motion.

“just tell me what’s wrong. if you need to stop we can-” you cut yourself off once your eyes finally travel down to his lap. you finally spot his…. problem. it’s clear to you now why he was shifting around in his seat.

“oh, that’s what’s wrong,” you cross your ankles together, debating how to go about it. you’re about to suggest pulling over but when you look at him, you think you might explode if you don’t do something immediately. he looks at you with wide, teary eyes that beg you to touch him.

“aww sannie, do you want my help?” you lean towards him and you can tell he’s really struggling to keep his eyes on the road. “please, baby. it hurts,” he takes his hand off your thigh to pull at his grey sweatpants. you can’t help but lick your lips in anticipation.

“eyes on the road or i’ll stop,” you instruct as you help him shimmy his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs. he’s harder than you think you’ve ever seen him in your entire relationship. what could have even had him like this?

you unlock your seatbelt to lay your torso over the center console. not the most comfortable position but you could not care less right now. you keep your arms free so you can wrap your hands around his cock. you pump him a few times, using his pre-cum as lube. 

you shoot one glance up at him to make sure he’s looking at the road. his cute face is scrunched, trying to keep from looking down at his pretty girlfriend. you can see tears slowly streaming down his face out of desperation.

you finally wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around it. a small squeak comes from your boyfriend at finally getting what he wanted. san grips the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. you bob your head up and down, doing your best to not accidentally knock into his arm. 

his hips buck up slightly, his tip jabbing the back of your throat. you gag, saliva pouring out of your mouth. he takes one hand off the wheel and tangles his fingers in your hair. his other hand still holds a death grip on the steering wheel.

“pretty girl,” san says, his hips continuing to rock up. he sniffles before adding to his sentence. “let me use your mouth, i need it,” he pleads, his voice cracking. you can’t help but feel like his crying is only spurring you on. 

you pull your mouth off him only to respond. “go ahead, just make sure you keep driving,” you assure him before taking him back into your mouth. he strengthens his grip on your hair before guiding your head manually. 

you place your hand on his thigh, digging your nails into it to try and ignore your gag reflex. you can’t help but gag though, considering the sheer size. shoving the whole thing down your throat is guaranteed to trigger your reflexes. 

“oh my pretty girl, i’m gonna cum,” he announces, shoving your head all the way down and holding you there. all your muscles tense as you hold your breath, waiting for him to fill your throat. in only a mere few seconds, your throat is full of his cum.

he finally lets go of your hair and lets you come up for air. some of his release slips out of your mouth and your fingers scramble to shove it back in. you swallow it all to the best of your abilities. 

you wipe the tears off his face and look at him lovingly. “feel better, sannie?” you ask and he nods. you can tell he means it this time. “i do, but i’m pulling the fuck over because i can’t leave you high and dry.”

© lomlhwa 2024

[starringthesturniolos]

bite me (part 2)- matt sturniolo

part one, part 2

summary- matt has always hated your guts, but everything changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains- vampire!matt x reader, enemies to lovers, smut (not in this part), themes of death, dark themes, high school au! (18 yrs old)

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your pov:

i woke up with a massive headache, my chest heaving. the first thing i think of is matt.

what the fuck, why is he on my mind on a saturday morning.

i shudder at my own actions and throw my covers over my head as a phantom chill runs down my spine.“cant stay in bed forever” i sigh to myself, while throwing the covers off my body almost immediately after putting them back on. I march to my closet and change into my favorite running shorts. as soon as i step foot out of my house, i start to jog, the melodic tempo lulling me out of my morning funk. my peace is disrupted tho because out the corner of my eye, i see my neighbor walk out his house into his driveway. his eyes bore into mine before they rake up and down my body. my heart beat picks up slightly, and it’s not from the exercise.

my neighbor, kit, has been weirdly obsessed with me ever since he and his girlfriend broke up. about a week ago, i caught him snooping around our house at night, trying to get a peek into my room. after that i’ve been trying to avoid crossing paths, and i wasn’t planning on crossing them today. its fine, hes probably taking out the trash, i think, desperately trying to reassure myself. i speed up from a light jog to a full on sprint because i know that once hes out my sight, i will feel more comfortable. i sigh in relief when i round the corner to the next street in my subdivision, happy that i got away from him.

slap slap slap

his feet pound against the ground as he sprints to catch up with me. i whirl around once i hear the footsteps, and lock eyes with him. the accidental eye contact was enough to spur him to go even faster than his long legs were taking him before. my heart to drops and i turn back around, running on pure adrenaline and fear.

“Y/n, stop running and come talk to me!” kit yells angrily but i’m running far too hard to form a proper sentence. even if i wanted to respond to him i wouldn’t have the breath to do so.

“STOP PLAYING HARD TO GET. YOU KNOW YOU WANT ME Y/N. COME HERE AND ADMIT IT” he screams even louder. my head starts to pound and my mind reels trying to come up with a plan. i can’t run forever. i gather the little breath i have in me to muster up a scream in hopes someone will come help me, only for the air to be knocked out of me. i ran straight into something, no,

someone.

“get. the fuck. away from her.” the mystery man growls.

kit takes one look at him and slowly backs away in fear. “who the hell are you?” out of curiosity, i look up to see who i’ve run into and freeze.

matt?

no it can’t be. it looks just like him but his eyes are dark red, and dark black veins swirl under his pale skin like they have a mind of their own. “who are you?” i cringe as i repeat the same question kit did moments before, both our tones lacking a single ounce of courage. fear was all consuming as we stared at the monster in front us.

“you know who i am, y/n. get behind me. now. im gonna deal with him” he says gruffly while looking behind me at kit. kit whimpers at the sight of matts deadly stare.

i ignore what matt says, opting to look him up and down instead in a manner that screams “what the fuck is wrong with you”. but then, i try to think rationally for a moment, this is still matt after all. he may not like me but hes not gonna hurt me. right?

“what happened to you, matt?”i question breathlessly.

“you.” matt deadpans in a voice much deeper than his normal one, taking a step closer to me. he reaches his hand out to grab me. to take me.

“y/n get away from him!!” kit interjects and pulls me too him in hopes of trying to help me get away from matt. and for once, i’m actually glad kits here.

wrong move.

matt is in front of me in a flash. he snarles as he pushes kit with bone crushing force. his body goes flying, hitting a pole a couple of yards away with a loud thud, knocked out on impact. i shriek, terror filling my veins. as if sensing my strong distress, matt turns to me slowly. his arms out in front of him, in what is supposed to be a peaceful gesture.

hard to be comforting when your veins are as dark as your tattoos.

“y/n, we need to talk” the stranger, deeper version of matts voice says.

why can’t i move. im frozen in time as he takes slow steps towards me.

“you need to come with me, y/n.” he breathes out, his dark red eyes wide and crazed. he takes another step closer. my legs feel like jelly but i finally manage to take one step back. whatever matt is, it can’t be human. humans can’t throw each other several yards. their veins aren’t as black as midnight, and their eyes sure as hell don’t change to a deep red on command. so what does he, no, it, want from me.

“w- why do i need to come with you? ”

“because you’re mine” he growls, finally deciding to close the gap between us, faster than my eyes can process. he bends down and run his nose along the hot spot on my neck. he inhales deeply and moans in relief his black veins disappearing. i scream and try to push him off but its useless. he grabs my arm in a vice grip and pure horror spreads through my body for what feels like the 100th time today. i try to let out another scream but no sound comes out. my vision clouds and my head is spinning. then everything is black.

@bbernard-03

@sturnthepot

@hoeformatt

@sturtriple16

@faygo-frog

@sturniol0s

@fratbrochrisgf

@mattslolita

[wvnrqs]

whipped cream.

૮₍ ´· ˕ · ₎ა — nishimura riki x fem reader 412 words established relationship fluff warnings kissing not proofread ꒱ㅤ

a/n for the advent calendar event day 9 @kiekio @isawritesss

"riki dear, READ IT PROPERLY OR I PUT THIS GOOEY DOUGH IN YOUR SHAMPOO BOTTLE."

you and your boyfriend were trying to bake gingerbread cookies for christmas that day. of course, with riki reading the recipe in his own gibberish language and handing you all the completely opposite ingredients as to what you asked for, it was safe to say that it wasn’t going very well.

"i am reading it properly! focus, babe. you got this! anyway, two cereal boxes of sugar and nine sporks of microwaved strawberries," riki continued to verbally sign the contract for his death sentence (which will be performed by his loving girlfriend).

"oh my gosh…" you sighed exasperatedly, burying your face in your hands.

suddenly, riki burst out laughing when he looked at you.

"oh what now??" you asked, throwing your hands up in the air. it felt like you were babysitting a five year old instead of having a calm and relaxing date baking cookies.

"y-your face!" riki spoke in between hysterical giggles. (honestly, who laughs like that..)

you scowled, looking in the mirror. was he really calling me ugly right now?

there was whipped cream on your nose.

your back was facing riki, but you could still picture his face whilst listening to his giggles. you took the chance and calmly scooped up some whipped cream, walked over to riki and smacked your palm directly onto his face.

"hey!"

you immediately burst out laughing when you saw his face. the only thing you could see from the whipped cream was literally just his eyes (which were glaring menacingly at you).

"y/n, you’re so dead.." riki yelled, starting to chase you around the kitchen counter while furiously wiping the whipped cream of his face.

still laughing, you started running away from your boyfriend.

you were running around for quite some time until your very smart self accidentally tripped on your own foot and hit the sharp end of the counter.

"ow…" you groaned, clutching your stomach (it felt like a pinch but you liked being dramatic at times).

riki rushed over to your side. "what happened? are you okay?"

you looked up to see his frowning, worried face, which by the way, was still covered in whipped cream but with around one less layer.

you smiled. cute, you thought giddily as you leaned forward to kiss his now sweet-tasting lips.

the date turned out surprisingly well, ending with rather smushed whipped cream on both your lips.

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[aurorafables]

From the Grey, Chapter 8.

“Your girlfriend is having fun with your teenage photos,” Noah looked up at me when I stopped next to them. His face reflected confusion, hiding the question why I gave the photos to Maya. “Okay, there's nothing to see here.” I tried to take the photos out of Maya's hand, but she chuckled and pulled them away and continued flipping through the stack. In most of the photos, I was with my friends, but at least in every second photo we posed together with Noah. Making funny faces, hugging each other, snuggled together, lying next to each other in the room and the bed we shared for months…

Hey everybody! I hope you have a fantastic summer so far. 🌞 So in this chapter the things get even more complicated with the arriving of Maya. 🤯 I hope you will like it 😊

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Nicholas Ruffilo

Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Angst, Past character death, Suicidal thoughts

Tags: M/M, M/F, Slow burn, Childhood friends, Friends to lovers, Family drama, Band fic, Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, P in v sex

Word Count: 4.9k

Cross-posted: AO3

8.

The tour started soon, and Noah already began planning the winter tour on the first day on the road, on which we will perform as the headliner band. Between two concerts, they talked with Matt for hours, and I could see that he was enthusiastic and full of ideas, but he was getting more and more tired. He refused to go out drinking with the guys in the evenings, citing that alcohol is not good for his vocal cords, and he didn't bother to play video games either. He spent most of his days on the bus or in the hotel room, showing up for rehearsals and right before the shows, but other than that we hardly saw him. He gave his best every night, after he said goodbye to us dead tired and we didn't even want to ask if he was going to the city with us, because it seemed much more important that he could rest as much as possible.

We had just checked into our hotel rooms in Vegas after rehearsal, and as soon as I dropped my things on the floor, my legs took me to Noah's room. I heard his room number at the reception, he was only two doors away, so I didn't have to go far. I knocked on his door and a few seconds later he opened it in comfortable clothes, a shirt and a pair of shorts. He was a little surprised when he saw me. "Oh…" he said thoughtfully, but with a smile on his face. “Oh?” I asked with raised eyebrows and crossed my arms in front of my chest. “You weren't expecting me, were you?” He shook his head laughing and opened the door for me. “I ordered food a few minutes ago, I thought it was already brought," he explained, and after closing the door, he climbed onto the bed next to me and leaned against the headrest. Crossing his long legs at the ankles, he pulled the laptop onto his thigh, put on his glasses, and studied the monitor. “I'm trying to put together intros for the winter tour.”

“Um…” I nodded thoughtfully. I sat next to him, I also stretched my legs comfortably and let my upper arms and shoulders press against his. “You know, sometimes you can come out to have a dinner with us, ”I told him cautiously, because I didn't want to lecture him, just hint that we missed his company. Noah gave me a sideways glance, then took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “The past few days have made me a bit… tired,” he admitted, which I could already see in him. “But I feel I have to move on with things. You heard what Matt said. Our popularity has skyrocketed again… and it's sick, Nick.” At the last sentence, he smiled widely, and his eyes shone with pride. “But at the same time, you feel that the pressure is also greater on you,” I added quietly, because maybe not as much as him, but I also felt the change on my own skin. Noah turned back to the laptop and shrugged. “I don't just feel it. It's happening.” I couldn't and didn't want to argue with that. The room service chose this moment to knock, and since I was sitting closer to the door, I already jumped to open it. I thanked for bringing the food up and sat back on the bed with Noah's hamburger and fries. He opened the paper box of the burger and immediately handed it to me, but I shook my head. Nevertheless, I stole a few from the fries, and while we ate, I watched him work. Everything was calm and quiet, it reminded me a little of the days spent together by the lake, which I missed just a week later. The food was slowly running out, and Noah was spinning less and less. When I looked at him, I saw that he could barely keep his eyes open. I glanced at the clock. “I let you rest. I have to go to the airport for Maya soon.” Noah saved his work, then closed the laptop and placed it on the nightstand.

“Will you stay here as long as possible?” he asked with apologetic eyes when I was about to leave, but he turned away from me right after. “I'll probably fall asleep soon because… lately the nightmares have returned and my nights are terrible. It would calm me down if I wasn't alone, at least until I fell asleep.” I could see he was embarrassed as he ran his hand through his hair as a side activity and avoided my eyes. “Why didn't you tell me about it?” I asked worriedly and immediately jumped back on the bed. “I've been seeing you for days that you're tired, but I thought it was just because of the tour.” “Nick, I'm an adult,” he answered with a confused smile while biting his lip. “I have to solve my own problems. I can't keep shoving them down your neck.” "But I want to help," I said desperately. I sat down across from him and said the words slowly because I wanted him to understand and remember them next time. “You are important to me, and I only feel good when you are good too. Your problems are a little bit mine… What's mine is yours. And the reverse is also true,” I recalled the phrase we had been saying to each other for so long. Noah shook his head with a smile, then his eyes wandered to the bed covers and he sighed softly. He looked up at me from under his eyelashes as he spoke. “You know what? I'm so lucky to have you here for me.” At first a silly smile appeared on my face. Starting at my neck, I felt the heat, and I was really grateful to my complexion for keeping my blush a secret. "You're really lucky, but…damn, you always find a way to embarrass me," I said with a smile, fiddling with the seam of my pants. "I'm not even forcing myself," Noah answered impudently, but I was glad that his eyes were sparkling again. He lay down on the bed, pulled the pillow under his head and turned on his side to face me. “Can we listen to that song like we used to?” I didn't have to ask back, I knew immediately what he meant. I took my phone out of my jeans pocket, searched Spotify for As Cities Burn, and handed him one of my wireless earbuds. He smiled at me gratefully.

Hearts aren't really our guides. We are truly alone. 'Cause God ain't up in the sky, Holding together our bones.

As the sounds and words filled our thoughts, banishing all other distractions, Noah's eyes slowly closed, his breathing evened out, and his face completely relaxed. The magic still worked with the song, it took about five minutes and he was already asleep. It was like white noise to a baby. I watched for at least half an hour, watching every movement on his face, but then I had no other choice, I had to go. Before that, I took Noah's cell phone in my hands and set an alarm so that he still had plenty of time to get ready before showtime, then one last look at the still sleeping figure and I stepped out into the hotel corridor.

The show that night went exceptionally well. Noah looked fresher, he communicated much more with the audience, which of course everyone loved, and I kept looking for Maya's face in the audience with a big smile. At the airport, when we hugged each other, her familiar scent crept into my nose, and all I could think was that now everything was falling into place. I have my girlfriend with me, Noah is visibly better, the band is flying and the faces of the fans are shining. I tried to banish to the back of my mind the last, depressingly suffocating days we spent with Maya two weeks ago, as well as our lake trip with Noah, and it was in my mind that next time I should take Maya with me to the lake. Noah would certainly have no objection to it, they had gotten along well before. We went off the stage, high with adrenaline, and almost immediately I was in Maya's arms. I adjusted the guitar to the side so it wasn't in the way, and as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, I put my palm on her waist to hold her a little. I felt the alcohol on her lips and realized I could use a cold beer too. We walked hand in hand backstage so I could put the instrument to safety. My hair was sticking together at the nape of my neck from the sweat, so the first thing I did was put it in a bun on top of my head, then I turned back to Maya.

“I saw you had a good time.” “Just like you up there,” she leaned her head on my chest. We stood there for a while, hugging each other, talking quietly while the others got busy, and after a while Jolly came up to us. “So, the others and I thought that a little night time swim in the hotel pool, accompanied by some alcohol, would be damn good. If you want, and really only then… of course, I also understand if you prefer to lock yourself in the room and not come out until tomorrow noon…” - Folio laughed and Noah smiled as he changed his shoes while sitting on the sofa, and I rolled my eyes “but if you do, we are waiting for you.” I turned to my girlfriend and kissed her forehead softly. “You decide,” I whispered in her ear. I promised that we would be alone while she was there, and I didn't want to break that, unless she planned otherwise. Maya nodded at the idea almost immediately. “I'm getting ready, a little swimming sounds great,” she looked up at me, blinking sweetly. And so our evening program was already decided.

Maya went ahead to the boys while I freshened up a bit in our room and grabbed a pair of swim trunks and a towel. When I got down to the outdoor pool, the smell of pizza greeted me. Whoever ordered it, I was terribly grateful. My stomach grumbled hungrily at the delicious smell, but I didn't go to the table because I noticed that Maya and Noah were sitting next to each other on a sunbed and were laughing a lot at something, so I headed towards them first. Next to both of them is a huge glass of cocktail with a colorful straw and small paper umbrellas. Matt arranged for the pool and bar to be opened just for us. In the last couple of months, I started to feel the positive sides of fame and money, but I knew very well that the imaginary balance would be completely balanced with the dark side. Maya was looking at polaroid photos and I immediately remembered that these were the photos that Noah had found in his closet when we were in their house before the tour and had given them to me. Maya probably found them in my bag.

“Your girlfriend is having fun with your teenage photos,” Noah looked up at me when I stopped next to them. His face reflected confusion, hiding the question why I gave the photos to Maya. “Okay, there's nothing to see here.” I tried to take the photos out of Maya's hand, but she chuckled and pulled them away and continued flipping through the stack. In most of the photos, I was with my friends, but at least in every second photo we posed together with Noah. Making funny faces, hugging each other, snuggled together, lying next to each other in the room and the bed we shared for months… In one of the photos, I was standing next to his neck, and it's possible neither of us was sober, but an unpleasant feeling came over me. Noah moved to the adjacent sunbed, so I sat next to Maya and tried to take the photos again. It felt weird and I didn't want her to watch them anymore, but what was even weirder… I felt like certain moments caught in the photos were just for me and my best friend.

“What's wrong with you? You guys were so sweet!” Maya burst out laughing. To her loud laughter, Jolly also climbed out of the pool and stood behind us staring at what was so interesting. “Hey, the water is dripping from your hair on my back!” I said nervously to the Swede, for which he just shook his head like a dog. "Someone is very grumpy today," he said with a soft chuckle after I held up my middle finger to him. Finally she got to the polaroids that were taken at house parties, there were a lot of us, and I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief. But in the next picture, a girl was sitting half on my lap on the sofa, we were kissing at the party, obliviously forgetting about the world around us, and Noah was staring at us from behind not far from, glass in his hand, half lost in the darkness. My hands were gripping her bottom and probably neither of us knew we were being photographed.

‘Who is she?” Maya asked, holding the straw between her lips. "Anne, a mutual friend of ours…" I told her. Noah also noticed the name. He turned his head to the side and we looked at each other for a moment. “Friend, huh?” Maya pushed me with her elbow. “We drank a lot at that party and… we were together for about two weeks,” I answered defensively. "I like her hair," said Maya, stroking the picture along Anna's long, red hair. "But I see, you weren't the only one who was crazy about the girl," he added, glancing up at Noah, who was staring at the photo pointed at him with wide eyes, as if he too was surprised that it was among the others. “It's a good thing that the little affair didn't ruin your friendship.” "Yeah, luckily…" I muttered as I looked at Noah's sad face in the picture. Then I looked up at him and tried to figure out what had changed and what had stayed the same. He clenched his jaw and stared ahead as I studied his face. I compared him to the barely eighteen-year-old boy in the picture. His childhood charm had meanwhile turned into something dangerous, his hair had since become much shorter, but his eyes, those dark eyes, shone with the same desperation as in the photo, when he noticed that I was paying attention and our eyes met. He looked away scared, as if I had caught him on something. Meanwhile, Maya put the photos down and reached for her drink, and Jolly cleared his throat behind us. I completely forgot that he was there.

“Starving. I think we should hit the pizza before Matt and Folio gobble it up, guys,” he said, as if sensing the growing tension between the three of us. I glanced at him gratefully and even forced a smile. "Great idea," I said, smoothing my palm over Maya's bare thigh. “Shall I bring you some too?” “I already ate,” she answered, while carefully putting the pictures back in the envelope. Jolly and I went to the pizza boxes on the table, and as soon as I took a slice, I folded it in half and started eating. I didn't even taste it, I just chewed, then swallowed the bite, and in the meantime I looked at the two terribly important people for me out of the corner of my eye. They were no longer talking, just sipping their cocktails and staring at the pool. I wanted to know so badly what was going through their minds. Noah seemed a little withdrawn because of the photos, and Maya… Maya seemed completely unrecognizable.

“Cheers!” Folio pressed a glass into my hand when I ate the slice of pizza, and he immediately toasted his own glass to mine. I could see that he was no longer thirsty, and he immediately headed towards Noah's to offer them too… more precisely, to push the drink into their hands. Without thinking, Noah pulled it off and rinsed it with the cocktail, and Maya placed it on the small table next to her. I went back to my girlfriend and put my drink down next to hers. I didn't want to drink it, I felt like all control would slip out of my hands if I did. I refused to think about what I was really afraid of. Maya and Noah joined Jolly in the pool, and I sat on the sunbed watching them. I lit a cigarette and went deep into my thoughts. I was too tired after the concert and honestly, I just wanted to hug my girlfriend and sleep without having to set an alarm. But Maya clearly had other plans. She climbed out of the water like a goddess, and I just caught Jolly's gaze as he peeked at my girlfriend's bum. I couldn't be angry with him for a minute, I just smiled to myself, because I was never the jealous type, and the boys were like my brothers. Maya picked up her towel, spread it over herself, and sat behind me on the bed, resting her chin on my shoulder. I got goosebumps as her wet bikini bra pressed against my back, but I didn't complain for a minute. It was enough to make me forget how tired I was and remind me that we hadn't been together in over two weeks.

“I'm glad to be here with you,” she whispered as she snuggled up to me. I turned to the side and kissed her. I smoothed one palm over her leg and squeezed it possessively, holding her neck with the other and pulled her closer to me. My fingers massaged the back of her head and as she covered me with the big towel, things started to get hotter and hotter. Maya's small hands caressed my stomach, which was soon replaced by claws, and then her fingers traveled all the way to my swimming trunks. As we continued to kiss and Maya was almost sitting on my lap, I opened my eyes to see Folio slumped over on a bed far away, Noah and Jolly still in the pool and Matt going up to his room after pizza to call his girlfriend. . In principle, they couldn't see us, but… When she pressed her hand through the pants to my erection, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and it made me realize that we should definitely be alone. “Let's continue this in our room, okay?” I asked out of breath when I pushed my girlfriend away from me so that we could get some air. It was sweet how her wet, waist-length hair stuck together in strands, her chocolate brown eyes sparkled a little more from the alcohol, and her lips reddened from the kiss. She was sweet and fucking sexy. "Okay," she said slowly as she climbed off the sunbed and held out her hand to me, which I immediately accepted. We quickly cut through the corridor to the elevator, where we fell into each other again. I pressed her against the wall of the elevator, grabbed her bottom, and she dug her fingers into my hair. She didn't seem to notice when the door swung open with a tinkling sound. I smiled into the kiss, then reluctantly took a step back and dragged her towards our room.

“I'm going to make the bed wet with my hair,” she complained, as we entered the room completely tangled, tripping over each other's feet. “I have an idea,” I told her between two hungry kisses. I fell on the bed first, and when I pulled her on top of me, she understood what I wanted. We smiled at each other and the smile was soon replaced by a moan as she sat on my hip. I freed her breasts from her bikini top, but we were both impatient to take off our bottoms. Her skin cooled in the pool, I could feel it as I stroked her thighs, but when I pulled the bikini bottom to the side and my finger traveled the familiar terrain between her legs, the heat at her entrance completely blew my mind. I raised my hips, pushed my pants down a little, smoothed my palm on her waist, and the next moment I was inside. When she started to move, I felt all the tension slowly leave me and I was sure that everything was going to be alright.

It was almost three in the morning and even then I couldn't fall asleep. Maya was lying on my chest cooing sweetly, her hair still wet but her cold bikini no longer on. I replayed the events of the evening in my head, because something didn't let me rest. Noah's face as we were looking at the polaroids… and what was on my mind finally popped in. I completely forgot about the photos and left them downstairs by the pool. I would have jumped up immediately, but I didn't want to wake Maya, so I carefully slipped out of her embrace and placed a pillow under her head instead of my shoulder. She whimpered a little and turned over to her other side, but it seemed I had succeeded. I put my swimming trunks back on and headed for the stairs because I didn't want to run into anyone at the elevator. I thought I wouldn't find anyone at the pool this late, but I was wrong. Jolly was sitting on the sun lounger with his legs crossed at the ankles playing something on his phone when I arrived. He looked up at me sleepily, then grinned. “You don't need to rub it under my nose that a sexy girl is lying in your bed,” he told me. I frowned, not really understanding what he meant. “I came for the photos. I forgot them downstairs.” "Oh, the photos," he nodded, then focused on his phone again. I looked towards the pool and only then saw Noah. “What is he doing? Has he been in the water since then?” Jolly looked up at me again, then shrugged. “He was out when his glass needed to be refilled. I think he's playing Patrick from SpongeBob right now.”

I picked up the pack of cigarettes and an ashtray I had left by the sunbeds, then headed towards the water, keeping an eye on Noah the whole time. He lay on the surface of the water like a giant starfish, all legs and arms in every direction. He didn't even notice I was there, he was staring at the sky and his ear was under the water. I sat down on the edge of the pool, dangled my feet in the water, and waited patiently. I didn’t have to wait much, because he sensed almost immediately that I had disturbed the otherwise mirror-smooth water surface. “Are you back?“ he asked as he swam out next to me with two arm movements. His voice was a little halting, his movements hesitant. “Left the photos here,” I answered him. Noah nodded and held onto the edge of the pool with his hands. “Why did you want her to see them?” he asked me. Part of me was glad he brought it up, because I wanted to tell him the truth, but another part of me… would have run away from the conversation. “I didn't want to,” I said honestly as I lit the cigarette. “She probably found them in my bag.” After a moment of thought, he nodded again. “Does it bother you that Maya found it?” This was a much more complex question, so we stared at each other for a while. Then Noah raised one eyebrow defiantly and smiled a little.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," he said, and I immediately shook my head. “It's not about that, it's just… I don't know how to explain it.” "You don't owe me an explanation," he remarked softly. He brushed his hair back with a slightly angry motion, because a wet strand kept hanging in his eyes. “But I would like to say that I did not know that there was that photo with Anne.” “Me neither…,” I answered after taking a deep drag from the cigarette. “No problem. Maya obviously knows that I had a life and a girlfriend before her, and she takes it easy,” I shrugged. Noah's eyes lost all amusement for a moment as he looked up at me and took a big gulp. Then he pushed himself away from the edge of the pool. “What are you doing here anyway?” I asked, because I desperately wanted to be able to talk some more. “I stare at the stars.” I looked up and saw nothing but the dull lights that illuminated the sky from below, from the bustling city. I remembered the house by the lake, the night we went out stargazing, and for a moment I felt Noah's hand almost on my hand, his fingers between mine. “There is too much light pollution here.” "If you drink enough, you'll see them," he grinned at me before leaning back and laying on the water. I blew out a puff of smoke and sighed resignedly, then stood up. I grabbed the photos and stopped by Jolly on the way back. “Take care of him so he doesn't drown,” I asked him. There was no trace of joking in my voice. Jolly looked toward the pool, then back at me. “What would the band do without a singer?” Unable to appreciate the joke, I just shook my head and placed my palm on his arm. “If you are tired, let me know and I will come back. If necessary, the two of us can somehow get him out of there.” “Nick, relax,”Jolly looked deeply into my eyes so that I could see that he was also serious. “Go back to Maya, I have everything under control here.” I trusted him. He has helped me so many times that there are no words for it. He was there for me when I was in complete despair about Noah's state of mind. He was the one who hugged me when I came out of Noah's room, and I didn't have the strength to show that I was strong in front of him. I nodded and squeezed his arm before heading inside.

When I got to the door, I opened it with the card and tried to enter as quietly as possible. I can't say I was very successful because Maya immediately started moving under the covers. “Nick?” he asked in a sleepy voice. “I'm here.” I quickly crawled into the bed next to her. “It’s okay.” “Where have you been?” “At the pool. I forgot something there.” Maya turned to me and somehow, even in the dark, I could feel her trying to see into my soul and judge me. “Were you with Noah? Did you forget him there?” Embarrassed, I began to laugh at the absurdity of it. She can't be serious about this. The sleepiness and kindness disappeared from her voice, irony took its place. I wanted to turn on the light to see that it was still my girlfriend in the bed, not someone else I had no idea about. “I didn't go down because of him, but you're right, I talked to him while I smoked a cigarette,” I answered and tried to be calm. It was harder than I thought. Maya waited as if considering things. Like a snake trying to decide whether to strike or retreat to its burrow. Maya suddenly snuggled up and hugged me. "I'm sorry… it was bad to wake up alone," she murmured against my collarbone as I stroked her hair thoughtfully. I was sick of these sudden mood swings and how easily I could slip into the role Maya assigned me. “I'm going to the bathroom,” I pulled away from her, and it's true that my voice was neither angry nor sarcastic. I would rather describe it as soulless.

As she clung to me in vain, I threw her arms off me and stumbled into the bathroom. I turned on the light and leaned against the sink. I was physically sick, needing to take a few deep breaths to keep from throwing up the small slice of pizza I ate. When things got a little better, I looked up at my reflection from under my hair. "Shit," I muttered to myself as I noticed the red scratch marks on my chest and stomach. My tattoos covered it well here and there, but there were parts where they were clearly visible. I straightened up and took a closer look at them. No wonder Jolly spoke up when I went downstairs. It wasn't the first time I looked like this, but it was a twist of fate that I managed to flash them for my friends just now. I've always been proud of the marks Maya left on me, but now all I could think about was what must have been going through Noah's mind when I was showing off at the edge of the pool and preening like an idiot.

[vampirepersay]

Teen timmy headcanons

Cw pet death and cheating are briefly mentioned.

Timmy is really good at nonverbal communication, he knows sign language and he also texts his friends a lot. Due to his disability, his eye-hand coordination is not very good so his handwriting is messy. His parents let him keep Gobbles as a pet.  When Gobbles died he held a funeral for him in his yard.

He loves alternative music and has since he was a kid. 

He's punk and has quite a few piercings. He realized he was gay when Jimmy got a girlfriend and he couldn't help but be jealous of her.

He Was secretly super happy when Jimmy found out his girlfriend was cheating on him and he dumped her. He's good friends with Mike because when they saw Timmy wearing a band tee from a band they also liked they freaked out and would not stop complimenting him.  

Mike taught him how to make buttons. He's good with computers. Sometimes he accidentally (on purpose) runs over the feet of people he does not like with his wheelchair, this mostly happens to Cartman. He's gotten better at talking as he's gotten older but he talks slowly especially if he's saying a full sentence. He loves birds.

AN: I love timmy so much

[beardedmrbean]

Two “cowardly” men who stabbed a footballer to death after he accidentally bumped into them two days earlier have been sentenced to life in prison.

Cody Fisher, 23, was attacked in a Birmingham nightclub on Boxing Day 2022 in an act of “retribution” after briefly making “unavoidable contact” with Remy Gordon at another venue on Christmas Eve.

After the incident, Gordon hatched a plan with Kami Carpenter to “shank him up”, and footage showed them smuggling a knife past security at the Crane nightclub in Digbeth, Birmingham.

The pair then attacked the former Birmingham City academy player, who died at the scene.

Shortly after carrying out the attack, Gordon went to a nearby takeaway, where he laughed and joked with a friend as he described what had happened.

At Birmingham Crown Court on Monday, he was handed a life sentence with a minimum of 26 years in prison. Carpenter will serve life with a minimum of 25 years.

Fellow defendant Reegan Anderson, 19, was found not guilty of murder or manslaughter but was convicted of affray.

The court heard how, two days before his murder, Mr Fisher had briefly brushed past Gordon at the Popworld venue.

Michel Duck KC, prosecuting, said: “Cody Fisher and a close friend, who was later chased at the Crane nightclub, were making their way towards the exit.

“Necessarily, they had to move through a crowd of people. Tragically, amongst that crowd was Remy Gordon. There was a brief contact between Cody Fisher and Remy Gordon’s back, it seems. Remy Gordon was looking for an argument with somebody.”

The court heard how Gordon sent messages on Snapchat to friends around 45 minutes after the initial incident, appealing for help to identify a photograph showing Mr Fisher and threatening to “shank him up”.

Judge Paul Farrer KC said Gordon believed he had been “disrespected”, which led to the incident at the nightclub.

He said: “Cody Fisher was surrounded by a group of three or four youths, including Gordon and Carpenter.

“The group were wearing masks to conceal their faces and Gordon was immediately aggressive, pushing his face into Mr Fisher’s and repeatedly demanding that he come outside.

“Mr Fisher wasn’t prepared to go outside but was prepared to defend himself if necessary, and to that end, he took off his gold chain and gave it to his girlfriend.

“The attack upon Mr Fisher lasted no more than 37 seconds. It involved punches and kicks, including a blow to the face of sufficient force to fracture the back of Mr Fisher’s jaw, on both sides.

“At some stage, Mr Fisher was also stabbed to his right thigh to a depth of 5cm. In short, this was a sustained attack on a man who was significantly outnumbered and stood little or no chance of defending himself.”

He said the attack only ended when Carpenter stabbed Mr Fisher in the chest.

Following their convictions, Tracey Fisher, Mr Fisher’s mother, said: “The evilness and the cowardliness of those individuals that did that to him for nothing – who even does that? So you can bump into somebody in a pub or a club or whatever, accidentally, and that is the repercussion? To be that evil?”

Her statement said: “Since this horrendous day, I feel that my own life has ended. It is as though I too was stabbed straight through the heart.

“I have seen myself go from the happiest, outgoing person, to fighting the hell out of just getting through each and every horrendous, never-ending day in the abhorrent knowledge that my youngest son, my best friend, is never coming home to sleep in his bedroom, the room that I still cannot enter even to this day.

“I instilled in Cody from a young boy that he must stick up for himself and don’t let anyone bully him. I told him that sad, weak individuals do exist in our society and they ruin lives – how ironic and saddening that this is exactly what happened to Cody.

“He was only doing what his mum told him to do, and I think about this every day, but you never expect your child to be murdered.”

In a statement read out in court, Jessica Chatwin, Mr Fisher’s girlfriend, who was with him on the night he was killed, said her world “shattered” as he took his last breaths in her arms.

She said: “Seconds before that moment I remember turning around and looking at Cody behind me, and he gave me the biggest smile full of love and happiness. Now I question if that was his goodbye.

“The next time I turned around he was surrounded by those attacking him and I watched him fall to the floor, then reality struck that he had been fatally stabbed.

“My life stopped that day. I live each day with enormous pain, loneliness and sadness.

“I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with Cody. Now I have to face the world without his love and guidance, something he always showed me while we were together. He was my strength in every situation, and now I have to face it all alone.”

[offender42085]

Post 1082

Leo Duwayne Ackley, Michigan inmate 487714, born 1986, incarceration intake December 2016 at age 30, sentenced to life

Child Abuse, Homicide

In September 2013, a court ruled that a Battle Creek man convicted in 2012 of killing his girlfriend's 3-year-old daughter should receive a new trial because of the ineffective assistance of his attorney.

Leo Ackley, at the time aged 27, was found guilty of felony murder and first-degree child abuse in April 2012 in the July 2011 death of Baylee Stenman.

The ruling was handed down by Chief Circuit Judge James C. Kingsley. The judge determined that Leo’s trial counsel was so ineffective that Leo was deprived of his constitutional right to a fair trial, and that had counsel been effective, a different result was possible.

In support of Ackley’s appeal, his attorneys included an affidavit from Dr. Werner Spitz, the former chief medical examiner for Wayne County, who said “Balyee Stenman likely died as a result of an accidental fall,” according to the news release.

“Leo’s conviction was based primarily on the testimony of expert witnesses called by the Prosecution, and nobody actually witnessed any abuse by Leo against any child, let alone young Baylee,” Attorney Andrew J. Rodenhouse said in the news release. “… We believe that had the jury been presented with all the evidence, Leo would likely have not been convicted at all.”

In a second trial in October 2016, Ackley was convicted a econd time. He was sentenced to life in prison.

The judge asked Ackley if he understood the sentence, Ackley replied that he did not understand any of it.

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[isfjmel-phleg]

Grant Emerson holds back a lot--until he can't anymore, and the results are dramatic. This goes for not only his powers, which build up and must be expended or else cause an explosion, but also his emotions, which affect his powers.

His outbursts, whenever they do happen, are most typically angry, fueled by his frustration with life and often resulting in destruction. Anger comes easily to him, but it takes a lot for him to break down and cry. It's a last resort, a sign of utter brokenness, something shameful that must be hidden or apologized for.

Or is it? Could it also be something that helps him?

After living through the worst forty-eight hours of his life--nonstop stress and trauma without rest or food--an overwhelmed Grant lashes out in anger, which unleashes his powers and causes him to accidentally explode a large chunk of downtown Atlanta. The sight of the destruction he has created is what finally causes him to break down. The tears are gone by the time the authorities show up to arrest him, but in this solitary moment he succumbs to the sorrow and guilt as he stands amid the wreckage.

(Damage #0)

Grant's misadventures don't give him much time to slow down and process what he's been through. When Mandra, a classmate whom he had feelings for, is killed before he can prevent it, his immediate response is more shock and guilt than sadness. That emotion sinks in when his Titans teammate Kyle Rayner makes a point of bringing Grant to Mandra's funeral to give him some closure. Mandra's father does not react well to seeing Grant, who legally isn't supposed to be in Georgia, where the funeral is taking place, and Kyle has to hurry Grant away.

Grant wants to return to explain himself to Mandra's father and tries to fight Kyle when he won't let him. There's rain dripping off Grant's face in this scene, but an extreme closeup panel confirms that the rain is mingled with tears. All the emotion that he had no time to process earlier is coming to the surface.

Kyle brings him back to the gravesite after the funeral is over to pay his respects in private and has a talk with him. This is a situation that Kyle can relate to; his girlfriend was murdered (infamously!). So he gives Grant the opportunity to talk about what he's dealing with. Having a supportive friend with him seems to help Grant allow himself to openly weep for Mandra and acknowledge the grief.

(Damage #13)

Shortly afterward, with the grief from Mandra's death still fresh, Grant weeps in private in a hospital waiting room after he has accidentally hurt his Titans teammate Rose Wilson. This episode triggers a lot of feelings of guilt that have been piling up, and for him, the possibility of having killed Rose is like what happened with Mandra all over again.

Fortunately Rose comes out of it all right, and a much-relieved Grant gets to apologize to her. But while this hurt lasts, he goes through it alone. He doesn't try to address his guilt to anyone, and when Roy chooses to punish him for hurting Rose, Grant lashes out in particularly intense anger and leaves (this version of) the Titans for good.

(Deathstroke 1991 #51)

...that is, until the original Titans re-form the group and Roy nominates Grant for membership because he regrets how he treated him before and wants to make up for it. At this point, Grant is on the run from the law (leaving the Titans the first time violated the terms of his sentence for destroying Atlanta), and the first glimpse we get of him in this series shows both the extent of his powers when angered and just how alone and overwhelmed he is. He's afraid of hurting someone again, to the point that he is begging through tears for them to "take me down."

And it's at this moment of vulnerability that Garth arrives with an invitation from the Titans, and with allies on his side (Garth in person, and Roy from afar managing to erase Grant's criminal record), Grant avoids exploding, avoids arrest, and now has somewhere to go.

This is an apt introduction for this series' arc for Grant--vulnerability with others is met with opportunities for the support he needs.

(Titans Secret Files and Origins #1)

After testifying at his uncle's trial, Grant returns obviously upset and trying to isolate himself. His initial response when Roy questions him about it is to claim that it's nothing. He's used to handling emotions alone and bottling everything up. But Roy, concerned about him, insists on bringing him along on a camping trip, and that's where Grant confesses that his foster father physically abused him. By the time he adds an implication of sexual abuse also, he is in tears and trying to hide it from Roy. The strong emotion sets off his powers, and he goes into a panic, certain he's going to explode. Roy assures him it's okay to release the buildup.

Instead of an anger-fueled explosion, Grant's energy fizzles out as he breaks down sobbing. The release he needs is emotional rather than physical, and the contrast of how his powers react with sorrow as opposed to anger is striking.

(Titans 1999 #17)

Grant's allowing himself to weep is significant enough to the story that that's how he's pictured on the cover of the following issue. Not a typical image for a hero.

As the tears slow, all Grant can do is apologize over and over to Roy and Lian (he's apologizing. to a preschooler. for crying.) and berate himself for this display of emotion. "So stupid...no excuse...I'm such an idiot..." I would guess that's probably how he was spoken to as a child if he cried, and he came to internalize that response to displaying vulnerability. But Roy and Lian see nothing shameful in this; all they can see is a hurt boy who needs their sympathy and support.

Tears are likened to a song, "sometimes like a gift, or a magical prayer." Grant's function as both of these things: a plea for help that gives him the opportunity to receive the support he needs. It's a means for him to express the hurt he's been carrying around his whole life.

The weeping returns as he moves to a stage of anger at the unjustness of how he was treated and his powers build up again.

But Roy lets him express what he wishes he could have told his foster father and the energy releases safely. When that's over, Grant is left with tears of catharsis. It's good for him. He needs this.

...and then we don't see much of him for a very long time. When he is finally reintroduced as a new member of the JSA, he is first seen fighting a villain who taunts him for crying when his face was destroyed.

(The panels of this attack from Infinite Crisis #1 are ambiguous as to whether or not this was the case, but...who wouldn't cry while being horrifically beaten? That's a normal human reaction to extreme pain.)

Unfortunately, Grant as a young adult has been through events that have left him cynical and angrier than ever. For whatever reason, he has no support system anymore. He can't afford to be vulnerable, and to be accused of such a thing enrages him.

He proceeds to beat the guy up and throw the taunt back at him.

This incident serves as an illustration of where he currently is emotionally, in probably the worst state he's been in yet.

(Justice Society of America 2007 #1)

But when a confrontation with the villain who destroyed his face goes wrong and Grant is about to be fatally attacked, we see again the boy who once begged to be taken down. He is tearfully resigned to his own impending death.

And that's where his teammate (and genetic sister) Jesse Chambers finds a way to reactivate her previously nonfunctioning superspeed and steps in to save his life. Vulnerability is not a liability! It's a means of survival, a call for vital help!

(Justice Society of America 2007 #8)

The last time we see him cry is after a villain who restored his face takes back this gift. With no mask, Grant uses his hands to try to hide the scars and burns--and tears. It's a painful loss to have to go through a second time.

This is where his teammate Sonia Sato, whom he's recently been expressing interest in, approaches him, takes a long, unflinching look at his disfigured face, and kisses the man who went out of his way to stick up for her when no one else would.

(Justice Society of America 2007 #22)

Once again, vulnerability opens the door to build support.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 10, "The Bracebridge Dinner", Part 2

You can read my previous reviews here.

I'd say someone needs to put Miss Patty on a leash, but she'd enjoy that a little too much. Down girl Down! My homegirl Paris is exhausted sitting next to Patty all night, having to hear about an elderly woman's insatiable cravings for young meat. She's also depressed because she was hoping to be sat next to Rory, the love of her life, but the stars did not align in her favor.

Michel is me during every episode except this one and maybe 5 others.

Dear God, Patty. He's spoken for.

My two favorite Party Poopers. (later after the dinner, Rory and Lorelai are in their room at the Inn). Rory: Have you heard from Dad yet? He usually checks in this time of year. Take a minute to dissect that sentence. Take 5 minutes, if you need to. Let it sink in. Crusty: "Is it December again? Golly, I almost forgot. It's that special time of year where I call my daughter. The annual Daddy-Daughter Phone Call." Lorelai neglected to tell Rory that Crusty "checked in" and invited her to stay over. Rory: Why didn't he ask me? Lorelai: He's pretending to be considerate by running it by me first.

Oh Rory, my sweet summer child in oversized blue floral pajamas. No. Rory: Why didn't you tell me? Lorelai: Because I have dibs on you this time of year, not him! I want to know what kind of strip-mall custody lawyer these two visited where they called dibs on their child lol

She also goes on to say "there's something wrong with that woman" (a woman she's never met, by the way). I am going to utter a very cursed sentence: "IN CHRISTOPHER'S DEFENSE" (*VOMITS*), Lorelai is acting like Christopher wanted Rory to live with him for 6 months or something. He asked her to visit for a weekend over her winter break.

Justice for Sherry, she did nothing wrong. Justice for all the women on this show whose only crimes were having questionable taste in men like Dean and Christopher and end up in the crosshairs of their jealous ex girlfriends or not-yet-girlfriends. Sherry did not deserve to be called "your stupid stepmother" (and understandably, Rory interrupts her mother's insane rambling to question whether Sherry has even earned the rank of stepmother yet)..Justice for Lindsay. Justice for Shane because Rory was nasty to her for no reason and because she didn't deserve to be brutally murdered by Jess and end up swan food at the bottom of the lake. (more on that in season 3).

Yeah, so nice of him to invite you to visit him once a year.

Whuuhh? Why? Can we have a Jimmy Mariano Vs Christopher Hayden Deadbeat Father Death Match? I'll make popcorn. Lorelai: Okay, maybe I was being a littttle possessive and insanely jealous of his pretty girlfriend. We love to see moments of self awareness here at TWWGG. Bless. Instead of weekly fundraisers to fix a bridge, couldn't they have used that money to pay for desperately needed therapy for Rory and Lorelai instead? During dinner, Richard accidentally revealed he was retiring and Emily didn't know and now they're mad at each other. They have a conversation about it that drags on way too long. I don't care.

Uhhhhh. I'm uncomfortable. Anyways

Listen to her. She may be seven but she's very wise.

Hi. Bye.

The wretched Forrester parental units. I will never forgive you for unleashing your demon son onto the world. NEVER.

Three guesses to what Butthead just witnessed. You're really gonna thin out your lips, get all scowly and constipated just because you saw them make eye contact across a room? Okay, it was pretty good eye contact, he should be concerned. In the beginning of the episode while Rory and Lorelai are building their snowman for the contest, their competition includes an advanced snowman sculptor who seems as if he was planted to throw the contest in his favor ("a ringer") and they conclude it would be impossible to win against him. Rory tells Jess about The Ringer on their sleigh ride. At the end of the episode, L&R notice his snowman has been destroyed. I never connected the dots the first dozen times I've seen this episode that Jess destroyed that snowman to help Rory win the contest. And that's why I love this show. You can watch it over and over will always pick up on something new.

(Want to know another reason this is one of my favorite episodes? Nobody gets mad at Jess or gives him any bullshit. The Chuck thing doesn't count).

[fiercestpurpose]

According to Guyora Binder, of the University at Buffalo School of Law, the modern felony-murder doctrine is best understood as “a distinctly American innovation.” Although it was first applied early in the nineteenth century, use of the charge surged in the nineteen-seventies, when the era of mass incarceration began. Fifty years later, Binder contends, no country relies on the doctrine more. In Tulsa, two men attempted to steal some copper wire from a radio tower and accidentally electrocuted themselves. One of them died and the other was charged with first-degree murder while recovering from his burns in the hospital; the girlfriend of the deceased was also charged with murder, for having driven them to the tower. In Topeka, a twenty-two-year-old made the mistake of hiding his gun atop his girlfriend’s refrigerator; he was charged with first-degree murder several days later, when a child inadvertently fired it at a thirteen-year-old girl. In Minneapolis, a sixteen-year-old girl who sat in the car while two older men killed someone in a robbery was charged with felony murder. Deemed too young to enter the adult prison population after her conviction, she was placed in solitary confinement for months, purportedly for her own safety. In Somerville, Tennessee, last May, three teen-age girls overdosed on fentanyl in their high school’s parking lot before a graduation ceremony. Two of them died, and the surviving girl was charged with murder. For prosecutors, the felony-murder rule offers an efficient path to conviction: winning a case is much easier if you don’t need to prove a person’s mens rea—“guilty mind”—or even, in some cases, to establish that the accused was at the scene of the crime. Forty-eight states now have some version of the statute. Charlie Smith, the president of the National District Attorneys Association, told me that the tool is particularly useful in cases with vulnerable victims, such as an elderly woman in a wheelchair who gets assaulted in a purse-snatching incident and dies. “The community would feel it’s not reasonable if the old lady’s death was just a simple misdemeanor assault,” he said. Prosecutors often employ felony murder when a death results from an armed robbery—a category of crime that Smith contends, in the spirit of Hawkins, carries death as a foreseeable outcome. Another benefit to prosecutors is that the steep penalties often attached to felony murder—including life sentences—compel defendants to plead guilty to a lesser charge. “We shouldn’t underestimate how many plea bargains occur in the shadow of felony-murder charges across the country,” Ekow Yankah, a law professor at the University of Michigan, told me. “It is one of those quiet drivers of mass incarceration we never acknowledge.”

...

Another subset of felony-murder cases we examined involved shootings by people in law enforcement. In many states, when an officer fires a lethal gunshot at a crime scene, individuals who were with the victim may be charged with the killing. (The rationale is that, without the instigating felony, police wouldn’t have been on the scene in the first place.) We compiled twenty cases in which an officer pulled the trigger and someone else assumed the charge; the best known of these cases is that of LaKeith Smith. In 2015, when he was fifteen, LaKeith and four friends broke into two unoccupied homes in Millbrook, Alabama, to steal Xbox games and other electronics. A neighbor called the police, who appeared, guns drawn. LaKeith ran into the woods, and one of the officers shot and killed his friend, sixteen-year-old A’Donte Washington, who they said had a gun. The prosecution alleged that one of the older teen-agers had fired a shot, and a grand jury found that the officer’s use of force was “justified.” LaKeith was charged as an adult with murder, for the killing at the officer’s hand.

...

But, as some states pull back from the concept, others are expanding it. In Arkansas, legislators have considered a bill allowing district attorneys to charge women who obtain unauthorized abortions, and anyone who aids them, with felony murder. (In the Dobbs decision, Justice Samuel Alito wrote that abortion offered America its “proto-felony-murder rule”; in the colonies, if a doctor gave a pregnant woman a “potion” to aid in an abortion and she died, he could be charged with murder.) In the wake of Dobbs, other states have proposed legislation similar to the Arkansas bill. Some legislators are also pushing felony murder’s expansion into another fraught terrain: overdoses tied to the opioid epidemic. “These cartel bosses, who have taken advantage of the weakness of the Biden Administration, must be held accountable for the millions of lives they have destroyed with this horrific drug,” Senator Ted Cruz said recently, in support of a bill to make the lethal distribution of fentanyl punishable with federal felony-murder charges. A mere two milligrams of the synthetic opioid, which is cheaper than heroin and is often used as a filler by underground drug producers, can be a lethal dose. As deaths of unsuspecting users soar, red-state politicians have rallied around this cause. Some defenders and prosecutors argue that this hard line will lead to more deaths, as fellow-users hesitate to dial 911 when they witness an overdose. But proponents underline a payoff: that felony-murder prosecutions will bring down drug kingpins and major suppliers.

...

Could former President Trump be prosecuted for felony murder for urging on the January 6th attack on the U.S. Capitol, which led to a number of deaths? Could fossil-fuel-company executives be held liable for murder for criminally deceiving the public about carbon emissions that killed people? If we take the felony-murder doctrine’s core premise seriously, it’s easy to imagine a radically different justice system. But, after two years of closely reviewing cases, I can state with confidence that the doctrine is rarely levelled against people of influence. It is used instead to impose some of our society’s harshest punishments on low-income defendants, young people, and defendants of color.

[random-mailbox]

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 20 - Coffeeshop AU

This week’s post is all about the Coffee Shop AU tropes and is for the very patient @moon-daisuki. Sorry for taking so long to fulfill your request 😘

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

If you gave me a chance I would take it (It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it) - @idesofnovember

Usagi stops by a coffee shop on her way to the Elections HQ to grab herself a chai-tea latte (my personal drink of choice when I am out too), starting to flirt with the dark-haired barista who keeps making her drinks over the course of the campaign.

Down the Rabbit Hole - @idesofnovember

We actually have a second Coffee Shop related story from @idesofnovember. In this one, Usagi takes a job as the white rabbit in an “Alice in Wonderland” themed café, something she tries to keep quiet. Naturally, Mamoru decides to come and study there instead of the arcade - because why wouldn’t you bug someone you know, who also has to wear a silly costume for work.

Checkmate - @queenrisa14

Usagi moves a chess piece on a board at her usual coffee shop and someone else does a move on it overnight to start a game. This multichapter follows the search for the other player, as notes come into play and memories get unlocked.

Care for a Sandwich?  - @cassraven

Super cute one-shot about Motoki convincing Mamoru to try out a sandwich place that is being run by his new girlfriend Makoto, with one very bright and upbeat waitress helping them.

In Your Orbit - UsaMamo Shorts - Chapter 3: Latte Art  - @daikon1

In this one-shot Usagi and Mamoru have an in-depth discussion regarding the value of Tuxedo Mask to the Senshi over latte art that Mako made special for Usagi.

The Blonde Barista Series - Girl_in_Japan

This series of interconnected parts of a story where Mamoru accidentally gets Usagi’s phone number she wrote down for Motoki on a coffee cup (with a bunny drawing that Mamoru assumed was a cat!), gets yelled at by her for being insufferable and then eventually reaches a truce.

The Barista - @sinjazz

Mako keeps coming back to the same coffee shop because she is absolutely taken with the barista, to the point where she can’t seem to form any sentences. So instead, every time she comes in, he tries to guess her name. Until one day, Senshi assistance is needed to ward off a daimon bent on destroying her favorite drink establishment.

Opening This Fall - @irritablevowel

This little story is about Mako opening her own bakery (with terrible coffee) and meeting Nephrite (Taro in this story) who rents the warehouse next door to start a coffee roasting business.

Pink Moon Tiara-Flavored Kisses - Sweetsugariness

In this one-shot, Usagi takes Mamoru to a Senshi themed café to unwind on a date during the Death Busters arc.

From across the street - Cluckster

A little short of Kunzite trying to face his past and forgive himself

That's it for this week! Next Monday we will cover the "Huddle for Warmth" trope that I am using as a bit of a general direction for anything cold and snowy.

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

[witlesswitnesstm]

Hello Tumblr, my girlfriend recently got the game Hades for her birthday, and now we’re both absolutely obsessed with it.

Me and my friends have developed a headcanon that every person who plays Hades has a slightly different Zagreus depending on their playing style and interests.

For example, we were wondering what Zagreus’s keepsake would be, and one of our friends suggested “one with the ability to not take damage from magma”, and I laughed because that’s specifically their weakness. (It’s not even funny how much damage they take from magma.) So I suggested that every Zagreus would have a different keepsake depending on the weaknesses of the player.

In lieu of that theory, here’s a bunch of inside jokes/headcanons from my girlfriend’s and my friend’s runs of Hades

• Everyone in the game is called “British ______”

• Except when Zagreus picks up the rail gun. He develops a southern accent and becomes “American Zagreus”

• The rail’s special attack has been deemed as “dropping nukes”

• Backstabs have been deemed backshots, and we often say things like “I love Zagreus backshots”

• Whenever Aphrodite gives Zag a boon, he has a chance to say “I’m all worked up” afterwards which we take to mean that he’s absolutely bricked for the rest of the run

• Lernie is an mpreg hydra, and all of his heads are his children that he has to keep rebirthing after we fight him

• All of the dracons (the mini hydra heads in the rest of asphodel) are mpreg squared babies

• Theseus would unironically love brainrot humor

• Asphodel is “Assphodel” or “Buttphodel”, or “Bootyphodel”

• Charon can actually speak in full sentences, he just never does around Zagreus

• Tisiphone has selective mutism

• Zag has ADHD

• All of the chariots and mini chariots in Elysium were actually cats when they were alive

• Hermes knows the real reason Zagreus wants to reach the surface

• Redblood is an ingame slur

• The food health item has been dubbed “Five Guys Gyros and Fries”

• This one was more of a shitpost I made up, but Zagreus eats all the non food items like coins and darkness, and then shoves the actual food (poms and gyros) up his ass

• when Alecto spawns the whip shots (the spinning blades), we often make a remark like “NO, DON’T SEND US TO THE BEYBLADE DIMENSION”

• the skull Crushers in Asphodel are called the “foot fetish feet”

• There was this one interaction with Ares where he said we had dealt “an incalculable amount of death” and I was a bit confused because you can literally just check the scrying pool and the number is spelled out. This lead to the headcanon that Ares cannot count past 100

• Daedalus hammers are called the hammers of Zillyhoo

• When the rats in the temple of Styx drop money, Zagreus asks something like “Why do these creatures have coin on them?” And it’s because they have to pay for rat college

• This one is just for me, but ZAGREUS AND HIS SHADE FAN ARE BEST FRIENDS IN MY HEART

• This is something we thought about after getting the fishing mechanic. Either the head chef secretly has mad stacks, and Hades is paying him better than the rest of the staff, or the fish in this world just really love eating valuable items, that the chef then gives to us

• If Zagreus sleeps in the same bed as someone, he’ll probably just accidentally set them on fire with his feet

• Zagreus secretly owns an emo band where he sings about his dad oppressing him

• Zag is so traumatized by those soul catchers in Elysium, that he would probably be terrified of any butterfly he sees on the surface

• The true final boss of Hades is swimming lessons

[starringthesturniolos]

bite me (part 2)- matt sturniolo

part one, part two

summary- matt has always hated your guts, but everything changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains- vampire!matt x reader, enemies to lovers, smut (not in this part), themes of death, dark themes, high school au! (18 yrs old)

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your pov:

i woke up with a massive headache, my chest heaving. the first thing i think of is matt.

what the fuck, why is he on my mind on a saturday morning.

i shudder at my own actions and throw my covers over my head as a phantom chill runs down my spine.“cant stay in bed forever” i sigh to myself, while throwing the covers off my body almost immediately after putting them back on. I march to my closet and change into my favorite running shorts. as soon as i step foot out of my house, i start to jog, the melodic tempo lulling me out of my morning funk. my peace is disrupted tho because out the corner of my eye, i see my neighbor walk out his house into his driveway. his eyes bore into mine before they rake up and down my body. my heart beat picks up slightly, and it’s not from the exercise.

my neighbor, kit, has been weirdly obsessed with me ever since he and his girlfriend broke up. about a week ago, i caught him snooping around our house at night, trying to get a peek into my room. after that i’ve been trying to avoid crossing paths, and i wasn’t planning on crossing them today. its fine, hes probably taking out the trash, i think, desperately trying to reassure myself. i speed up from a light jog to a full on sprint because i know that once hes out my sight, i will feel more comfortable. i sigh in relief when i round the corner to the next street in my subdivision, happy that i got away from him.

slap slap slap

his feet pound against the ground as he sprints to catch up with me. i whirl around once i hear the footsteps, and lock eyes with him. the accidental eye contact was enough to spur him to go even faster than his long legs were taking him before. my heart to drops and i turn back around, running on pure adrenaline and fear.

“Y/n, stop running and come talk to me!” kit yells angrily but i’m running far too hard to form a proper sentence. even if i wanted to respond to him i wouldn’t have the breath to do so.

“STOP PLAYING HARD TO GET. YOU KNOW YOU WANT ME Y/N. COME HERE AND ADMIT IT” he screams even louder. my head starts to pound and my mind reels trying to come up with a plan. i can’t run forever. i gather the little breath i have in me to muster up a scream in hopes someone will come help me, only for the air to be knocked out of me. i ran straight into something, no,

someone.

“get. the fuck. away from her.” the mystery man growls.

kit takes one look at him and slowly backs away in fear. “who the hell are you?” out of curiosity, i look up to see who i’ve run into and freeze.

matt?

no it can’t be. it looks just like him but his eyes are dark red, and dark black veins swirl under his pale skin like they have a mind of their own. “who are you?” i cringe as i repeat the same question kit did moments before, both our tones lacking a single ounce of courage. fear was all consuming as we stared at the monster in front us.

“you know who i am, y/n. get behind me. now. im gonna deal with him” he says gruffly while looking behind me at kit. kit whimpers at the sight of matts deadly stare.

i ignore what matt says, opting to look him up and down instead in a manner that screams “what the fuck is wrong with you”. but then, i try to think rationally for a moment, this is still matt after all. he may not like me but hes not gonna hurt me. right?

“what happened to you, matt?”i question breathlessly.

“you.” matt deadpans in a voice much deeper than his normal one, taking a step closer to me. he reaches his hand out to grab me. to take me.

“y/n get away from him!!” kit interjects and pulls me too him in hopes of trying to help me get away from matt. and for once, i’m actually glad kits here.

wrong move.

matt is in front of me in a flash. he snarles as he pushes kit with bone crushing force. his body goes flying, hitting a pole a couple of yards away with a loud thud, knocked out on impact. i shriek, terror filling my veins. as if sensing my strong distress, matt turns to me slowly. his arms out in front of him, in what is supposed to be a peaceful gesture.

hard to be comforting when your veins are as dark as your tattoos.

“y/n, we need to talk” the stranger, deeper version of matts voice says.

why can’t i move. im frozen in time as he takes slow steps towards me.

“you need to come with me, y/n.” he breathes out, his dark red eyes wide and crazed. he takes another step closer. my legs feel like jelly but i finally manage to take one step back. whatever matt is, it can’t be human. humans can’t throw each other several yards. their veins aren’t as black as midnight, and their eyes sure as hell don’t change to a deep red on command. so what does he, no, it, want from me.

“w- why do i need to come with you? ”

“because you’re mine” he growls, finally deciding to close the gap between us, faster than my eyes can process. he bends down and run his nose along the hot spot on my neck. he inhales deeply and moans in relief his black veins disappearing. i scream and try to push him off but its useless. he grabs my arm in a vice grip and pure horror spreads through my body for what feels like the 100th time today. i try to let out another scream but no sound comes out. my vision clouds and my head is spinning. then everything is black.

@bbernard-03

@sturnthepot

@hoeformatt

@sturtriple16

@faygo-frog

@sturniol0s

@fratbrochrisgf

@mattslolita

[bitchlessslenderman]

would you rather fist fight 5 chicken sized horses or 1 horse sized chicken

xoxo -the curious @irishslenderman

this is a hard question to answer my friend. you see, 5 chicken size horses sounds simple, but when you keep in mind that 5 against 1 is a big advantage, especially horses who have the hate and rage of a victorian man who lost his child to the coal mines, i dont stand much of a chance. a horse sized chicken is even worse. chickens are dinosaurs and a chicken only 7 inches shorter than me sounds like biblical hell. that shit would kill and eat me in an instant and forget immediately afterwards. there is no winning. this is war. I have no weapons, my ex girlfriends brother had anger issues, one time a rooster attacked him drew blood and he kicked me so hard i exploded, the beak on a horse sized chicken would be akin to a spear, a horse was 800 pounds and built like a mack truck, one time I accidentally surprised him and he turned around, not aggressively or anything, and he put me on my ass. if the chicken was still mobile being that large it would be a death sentence to fight it unarmed. i am not winning. i will see you in the afterlife, irish