#yummy angst!!!

[bunniehunn]

cw: just very vague angst

Look at them. Clapping, cheering as if they know you. As if they care.

It’s not real. You know that. They know that. Stop fooling yourself.

This is your life. Stand there and accept it.

Flori hates any type of party. Ceremonies, birthdays, balls, bashes. Any party you can name. All her life, she’s had to stand in front of crowds of people and smile. Be polite and courteous. She’s princess charming, isn’t she? She. Is. Perfect. That’s all she’ll ever be. These people, the ones who claim to love her, to cherish their perfect crown princess. They don’t know her. Does anybody?

erm angst or whatever, hashtag sad face

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[maibeloved]

BRUH FIDDLESTAN MAN OUGH WHAT IVE BEEN MISSING OUT AAAA

[bibbysstuff]

do not worry im still gonna draw them silly and cute together teehee

[sersir]

𝑀𝑜𝑚．

[sturnsmadl]

texts from babydaddy!chris part 2.

it’s my birthday in an hour!! i figured it out but my laptop is still fucked :(

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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFAKE SMILE * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where Chris records a TikTok with Tara after many requests from both fandoms, but fans reacted contrary to what he expected, generating questioning thoughts in Y/N.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　crying, comparison, fighting.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The morning sun beamed beyond the half-open curtains in the living room, painting the room with orange and gold tones. Sitting at the kitchen table, Y/N immersed herself in her books, trying to focus on her notes as the sounds of Nick and Matt echoed around the house.

At that moment, Chris was absent. He had gone to Tara's house, a new friend of the triplets and, consequently, of Y/N, who had recently become a frequent figure in their lives. The objective was to record a video for Tara's channel since after the large group's social media post together, both fandoms started begging for collabs.

As Y/N immersed herself in her studies, a notification flashed on her phone screen. The girl looked up at her device, seeing the new message.

pretty boy: hi baby!! look, we did a tiktok! I look so cool: link.

A smile curved Y/N's lips as she clicked on the link, curious to see the result of one of Chris and Tara's creations. The video started, and she immediately recognized the song as one of her favorites, humming softly as her eyes captured the funny dance and interaction between the two.

A laugh escaped her lips when she saw Chris shaking his head in the lyrics "Would you get down on knees for me?", remembering all the times the song played when they were together, and exactly in this part, Chris always got down on his knees in front of Y/N, making her laugh.

For a moment, Y/N allowed herself to relax and enjoy the scene. It was a genuine demonstration of their new friendship, and Y/N felt grateful to be part of that dynamic.

However, her joy was momentary.

As the video came to an end, Y/N scrolled through the comments, eager to see the reaction of Tara's followers. What she found left her cold.

Among the funny and complimentary comments, there was a barrage of messages that cut like sharp knives. Ardent fans of both Tara and Chris were heavily shipping them, completely ignoring Chris's long-standing and public relationship with Y/N.

"Chris and Tara are so cute together!"

"I so wanted them to be a couple 😭"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but you don't hold a candle to Tara. Chris deserves someone like her."

The words echoed in Y/N's mind, like a distant echo of an approaching storm. She felt a tightness in her chest, a mixture of sadness, anger, and confusion.

How could they be so cruel? How could they judge their relationship based on fragments of a distorted reality? Y/N felt vulnerable, exposed to the relentless cruelty of the virtual world.

Her thumb moved automatically as she left the comment box, sliding the screen to the TikTok below the one she was watching, craving a quick distraction. But her hope was suddenly dashed when she saw that the next video was an edit of Chris and Tara's TikTok and all the others after.

She knew the fans were fast, but at that moment, she wanted them to be as slow as possible.

Y/N closed the app with a heavy sigh, fighting to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. It was difficult not to let the strangers' words and opinions get to her.

With a determined effort to forget about it momentarily, Y/N turned her attention back to the books, seeking refuge in the comforting familiarity of the printed pages, forgetting to answer Chris.

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The day was coming to an end. In the room shared by Y/N and Chris, the atmosphere was filled with a silent energy, interrupted only by the gentle slide of Y/N's fingers over her phone screen, and the low sounds of various videos.

She was lying in their bed, having already taken a comforting shower, but her mind was still shrouded in a haze of dark thoughts. As she scrolled through her TikTok's For You, romantic edits of Chris and Tara popped up with disturbing frequency. Y/N's expression was a mixture of sadness and self-questioning, her eyes reflecting an inner storm.

She felt her mind defeat her with thoughts of comparison. She knew she would never reach Tara's beauty, humor, and even body.

The heavy atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of the door opening gently. Chris entered the room, radiating an aura of euphoria. His eyes sparkled with joy, and a smile spread across his face with ease.

"Hi, my pretty girl!" Chris greeted, closing the door behind him. "You won't believe how amazing the video with Tara turned out. I can't wait for her to post it so you can see it!"

"Hey, baby! I'm so happy you had fun." Y/N looked up from her cell, forcing a smile on her lips, trying with all her might not to reveal her current state - the last thing she wanted to do was ruin Chris's excitement, but the sadness still hovered in her eyes.

Chris immediately noticed the change in her expression and approached the bed, worried.

"What happened, babe?" He asked in a worried tone, frowning and sitting down next to her.

She just shook her head slightly, unable to put her tumultuous thoughts into words. Chris reached out to caress her face gently, seeking to comfort her with his loving touch.

"You didn't answer my text, I really thought something was happening... You know you can tell me anything, right?" Chris continued gently. He didn't want to force anything out of her.

Y/N nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. Before he could say anything else, Chris noticed the phone in her hand with almost silent sounds escaping from the speaker, leaning over to peer at the screen.

Romantic edits of Chris and Tara filled Y/N's device. He swallowed hard, instantly connecting the dots.

Chris's comforting touch on Y/N's face seemed to turn cool. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sigh escaped his lips before he could control it.

"Y/N, are you really upset because of these silly edits?" The boy questioned, his voice filled with disbelief. His touch against the warm skin disappeared within seconds, the boy removing his hand from her face before sitting down on the bed.

Y/N flinched at the accusation implicit in his words, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable. Tears threatened to overflow her eyes as she struggled to find a coherent response.

"It's not just because of the edits..." She, her voice shaking with turbulent emotions. "Did you see the comments? They-"

Chris shook his head impatiently, cutting her off abruptly, frustration beginning to seep into his expression. He couldn't understand why something as trivial as fan edits could affect his girlfriend so much.

"Y/N, this is ridiculous!" He continued firmly. "These edits and comments don't mean anything. They're just fan jokes. It's not the end of the world." His voice came out louder than before, his posture now rigid.

His words hit Y/N like a sharp knife, making her feel even more inadequate and misunderstood. Anger bubbled inside her, a simmering mix of resentment and hurt.

"You don't understand, Chris!" She snapped, her voice shaking slightly. Her right hand worked to lock the screen of her phone in one quick motion, tossing it aside. "This isn't just about the edits. It's about how I feel about being compared to Tara, about how it's making me feel inferior to her! How would you feel if people started wanting to see me with a man other than you? While I'm in a relationship with you!"

Chris rolled his eyes dismissively, his patience beginning to wear thin at the intensity of Y/N's emotions.

“You’re so tiring sometimes, Y/N.” He snapped without thinking, his voice tinged with irritation, not giving a damn about how his girlfriend felt. "I can't deal with all this insecurity all the time. It's fucking exhausting."

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless, her rigid posture quickly crumbling. She felt tears run down her face without force as the painful realization settled in her heart.

She was tiring. She was insecure. She was too much for him to handle.

The pain of rejection burned in her chest as she retrieved her phone again, ripping the comforter off her legs. Her lips were pressed into a thin line tightly in an attempt to stop the ugly sobs that she wanted to let out. She wouldn't give herself the luxury of showing Chris how much he hurt her.

The girl got up from the bed in one quick movement, grabbing her pillow and heading towards the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" Chris's voice echoed harshly behind her, his body rising from the mattress quickly.

"I'll sleep in the living room." Y/N responded curtly, turning the handle with ease before walking through the door, slamming it, feeling more alone than ever amidst the multitude of turbulent emotions.

She could feel her heart being crushed a little more when she didn't hear Chris call for her again, let alone try to reach her.

The stairs leading to the living room were silent, and her pillow clutched to her chest as a last vestige of comfort in a world that seemed to be falling apart around her. Each step up echoed like a lonely echo in an emotional void that seemed to swallow her whole.

Upon reaching the living room, Y/N found refuge on the empty couch. She curled into the soft upholstery, hugging the pillow tightly as tears continued to roll down her cheeks silently. The phone rested next to her, emitting a dim light that wouldn't turn off, almost begging her to pick it up again.

Hours dragged by like centuries as Y/N fought the ghosts of her own mind.

At some point, she had given up resisting and was on her TikTok again. The algorithm seemed to hate her, delivering her frequent videos of Chris and Tara, which were like a sharp dagger in her heart.

They would really look beautiful together.

Dawn fell heavily upon her, but sleep refused to welcome her into its comforting arms. Instead, she found herself trapped in a whirlwind of torturous thoughts, her mind pounding incessantly with doubts and questions about her relationship with Chris.

Until her brain shuts down completely, letting tiredness win.

At 3 a.m., in the darkness of the night, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance to the room. Chris was there, his tired face etched with worry and regret.

His eyes quickly found Y/N's figure lying on the couch, already asleep, curled up and shivering slightly from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but he could see the swelling that surrounded them, the traces of tears on her cheeks and her still damp face. Next to her, her phone repeatedly played one of the videos she had watched before falling asleep.

A lump formed in Chris's throat. He intensely blamed himself for not having thought before acting and, much less, noticing how much his actions had affected his girlfriend.

With hesitant steps, he approached her, feeling the weight of his own anguish on his shoulders.

Gently, Chris turned off her phone, cutting the endless cycle of pain that had consumed Y/N. He then crouched down beside her, studying her peaceful face with a mixture of love and pain.

With a resigned sigh, the boy carefully took her into his arms, hooking them around her back and behind her knees, feeling the weight of her fragile body against his own chest. Y/N hummed softly in response to his touch but didn't fully wake up.

Chris carried her down the stairs and back to their bedroom, where the soft light from the lamp bathed the room in yellow tones. Tenderly, he placed her on the soft mattress, covering her with the comforter carefully so as not to wake her.

Y/N shifted slightly under Chris's touch and the new surface beneath her limbs, her eyebrows furrowing in an expression of discomfort. She looked restless, as if she were immersed in a nightmare.

Chris watched her for a moment, feeling the weight of his own harsh words weigh on him like an anchor. He knew he had hurt Y/N deeply, and the pain of seeing her suffer was almost unbearable.

With a heavy sigh, he sat down next to her, his hand reaching for her with a tentative touch. Y/N stirred slightly, her eyes finally slowly opening to meet Chris's. She fought the urge to get up and leave the room again, her anger at Chris's actions and sadness in her mind, making her want to avoid him.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, sharing a silent understanding that transcended words, Y/N making the decision to let him say what he wanted.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Chris muttered, his voice thick with regret. "I was insensitive and selfish. I didn't want to hurt you, I acted on impulse and completely without thinking. This whole situation is not silly if it hurts and bothers you, and I promise that we can talk better about what you saw and how you felt, and solve this together... Just please, give me this chance?"

Y/N blinked slowly, her eyes locked on Chris's as she processed his words. For a moment, she felt the weight of hurt and disappointment pressing against her, but then she saw the sincerity in Chris's eyes, the pure, unconditional love he had always offered her.

And in that moment, she knew that forgiveness was the only good choice to make. With a sigh, she squeezed Chris's hand tenderly, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders.

"Just one chance. I want you to fix what you did and do it right this time."

© vanteguccir

[were-wolverine]

things in DC canon i’ll literally never get over

1. dick finds out batman replaced him as robin (without asking him) from the NEWSPAPER and simultaneously finds out bruce adopted a new kid without telling him (to make things worse: bruce didn’t even adopt dick)

2. dick finds out jason died from the newspaper (AGAIN? REALLY BRUCE?) and bruce had the fucking funeral WITHOUT HIM while he was still in space

[mossycobblestonewrites]

DC X DP PROMPT #21

Danny is an emergency foster, though with the way that this is going, it looks like Bruce is on track to try and push for adoption (at least something more permanent.)

Now, Danny knows what his foster family gets up too. He knows the signs, he's been in their boat. So he doesn't say anything (they'll tell him when they're ready, he figures.) Danny also doesn't plan to stay for much longer.

In an attempt to give his foster family - of which had so far shown him great kindness - some form of closure. He offhandedly passes on some words from their various deceased friends and loved ones. Hopefully that will help when he inevitably bolts.

[guiltyc0nscience]

spencer reid, chris sturniolo and tara yummy’s home town:

[joeshiestyslover]

first sight- c. sturniolo

pairing: chris sturniolo x influencer!reader

summary: you are an influencer who first gained traction on youtube for your makeup videos and daily vlogs. you and tara have been best friends since you two collaborated over a year ago. she invites you to her 1 mil party where you meet a very special triplet.

warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, fluff

masterlist

lowercase intended

parties were never really your thing. sure, parties are apart of the influence lifestyle, but you never found yourself desiring to go to a party, get drunk, and stay out until three a.m. however your best friend, tara, is the complete opposite. she loves going to and throwing parties. every time, she tries to drag you with her, but most times, you just stay at home, either making content for your fans or simply lying in bed.

recently, she hit one million subscribes on her youtube channel and she immediately began planning a huge party that she wanted filled to the brim with friends and other influencers. the first person she invited was you. you were hesitant at first, but knowing how important this was to her, you agreed.

“come on, y/n, you have to go! it’s not like there’ll be random people there. larray’s gonna be there, jake and johnnie will be there. just please come, or at least consider it.” tara begs you. you sigh, knowing that she really wants you there. “okay i’ll go, but i may not stay for very long.” she immediately grins from ear to ear. “thank you!” she pulls you in for a hug, “you’ll have so much fun i promise.” you laugh at her excitement. “yeah, yeah, i’m sure.” you respond playfully.

a few weeks pass and it’s the night of the party. tara helped you pick out a sparkly minidress that shows off the tattoos littering your arms and some heels. you have to admit, you look good. the way your makeup accentuates your features and the way your outfit clings to your body makes you feel untouchable.

tara walks out of her bathroom after she finishes changing and looks you up and down, a huge smile on her face. “oh my god you look so good!” you return her smile, “you ready to go?” you ask her and she nods. “let’s go!” she interlocks her arm with yours and you two walk out of her apartment towards a limousine waiting outside. “there’s no fucking way you got a limo” you laugh, loving the effort your best friend put into the party. “of course i did! we need to arrive with some style.” she responds, leading you to the back of the large vehicle.

you both slide in and see champagne and some chocolates in front of you. tara grabs the bottle and opens it, pouring the drink into two glasses, holding one out to you. you accept it and tara holds out her flute, tapping it against yours before the both of you take a drink. music is softly playing in the limo as you two drink your champagne and laugh about random things.

you and tara arrive at the party where there are already a ton of people inside. the music is blasting through the speakers and the moment tara walks in, people begin to cheer after seeing the guest of honor. tara grabs your hand and begins leading you somewhere. “let’s get a drink!” she yells over the music. you two go over to the bar where you order a tequila shot to loosen you up and a modelo with lime. you throw the shot back and grab the modelo, squeezing the lime into it. you look around and see another one of your good friends, larray. you turn to tara, “i’m gonna go mingle. i’ll catch up with you in a bit.” she simply nods and you walk over to larray, tapping him on the shoulder. he turns around and his face lights up when he sees you. “hey y/n!” he brings you in for a hug, “i’m surprised you’re here!” he smiles at you. “me too, but it’s a tara yummy party, so i just had to go.” larray laughs at that, “well i’m so glad you came!” you both engage in conversation, talking about everything that’s going on in both your lives (and talking some shit about people you both hate).

tara’s talking with a few of her friends when she sees chris and nick sturniolo walking in. she excuses herself from the conversation and walks over to the two boys. “you made it!” she hugs them both. “of course we did! we wouldn’t miss this for the world!” nick replies and chris smiles, scanning the crowd, seeing a few familiar faces. “well, have fun and enjoy yourselves! there’s a lot of cool people here!” her face then lights up. “in fact, there’s someone i want you two to meet! she’s so fucking cool! come on i’ll find her!” she walks through the large crowd with chris and nick trailing behind her. tara spots you with your back turned to her, talking to larray. “oh there she is!” she points to you and chris immediately takes notice to your dress and your large back tattoo peeking out the top of the dress. “y/n!” she yells towards you.

you hear your name being called, so you turn around, being met with a smiling tara and two guys who look the same. you return her smile and walk over to her and she throws her arm around your shoulders. “what’s up?” you ask. “i want you to meet a couple of my friends! this is chris and nick sturniolo!” you look up at them and stick your hand out for them to shake. “hi i’m y/n.” nick is the first to shake your hand before moving your hand in front of chris. he takes your hand and shakes it gently, and you swear you can feel a sort of electricity run through your body at his touch.

chris on the other hand, is absolutely entranced by you. he swears he has never seen such a perfect human being in his life. the way your hair perfectly frames your facial features and the way your dress perfectly fits your body, you’re perfect in his eyes. he soon realizes he’s staring, and he snaps back to reality and the only thing he can get out of his mouth is: “nice to meet you.” you give him a smile in return. “i’ve seen some of your youtube videos,” nick speaks up, “you’re so funny.” you giggle at his compliment. “thank you. i try.”

while you’re talking to the two boys, you can’t seem to keep your eyes off chris. he’s one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life. he’s exactly your type, brown shaggy hair, blue eyes, not too tall but definitely taller than you. he just looks so perfect.

as you’re all talking, tara notices that chris’ gaze never leaves you. she smirks and turns to nick, “hey, can you come with me to grab a drink?” he shrugs, “sure.” tara and nick walk away, leaving you and chris alone. both of you stay silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. you rock back and forth on your heels before chris finally says something, “i umm, i like your tattoos.” you lift your arms slightly, “thank you.” you blush a little, a small smile forming on your face. “i’m sorry i don’t usually talk this little. parties aren’t really my thing.” you say, but chris shakes his head. “no i get it. tara mentioned you’re not a party person.” you nod, “yeah i’m not. so you’re a youtuber as well right? with your brothers?” you try to make conversation. “yeah, it’s me, nick, and our other brother, matt” he replies. “and where is matt tonight?” “he’s back home. he’s not a party person either.” you nod in understanding. “i think i’ve seen some clips of your youtube on my for you page. nick was right, you are really funny.” chris smiles at you. “thank you, chris.” you can feel the heat rising up to your cheeks.

chris stays silent for a moment, contemplating what to say. “i’m sorry i just have to tell you, you’re really pretty. like really pretty.” your eyes widen a little at how forward he’s being, but you smile at him nevertheless. “you’re so sweet chris. you’re really cute too.” you can see a blush forming on his cheeks as he looks down at the floor for a moment. he looks back up at you to say something but he’s interrupted by sam and colby calling out both your names. you look over and see the two of them walking over to you, colby immediately bringing you in for a quick hug while same daps up chris, them engaging in their own conversation. “hey y/n! how are you?” “i’m great! how’s the ghost hunting going?” you ask, smiling up at him. colby chuckles, “oh, y’know, same old, same old. you should come explore a haunted place with us some day.” you wince. you don’t do ghosts. “i don’t know about that colbs.” “oh come on, it’s so fun. just give it a chance.” you sigh, “i’ll think about it.” he nods, “i’ll accept that answer. hey, i’m gonna go make some rounds, but i’ll see you later, yeah?” “yeah of course! see ya.” he smiles and walks away with sam into the crowd.

you turn back to chris. “sorry, what were you saying?” he looks back at you. “i wanted to know if i could maybe get your number? we could go out sometime?” he asks nervously, fiddling with his fingers a bit. you grin, “i would love that chris.” he smiles and takes out his phone to hand it to you. you quickly type your number into his phone, handing it back to him. you two talk for a bit before tara and nick make their way back over to the two of you. “how are you guys doing over here?” she asks with a knowing look on her face. “we’re doing great.” chris tells her, smiling over at you. “well, i’m glad. y/n we should go find jake and johnnie. they’ve been asking about you” you nod and motion for her to lead the way, but before you go, you turn over to chris and nick, “it was nice meeting you guys,” you look at the younger triplet, “and text me sometime.” tara then leads you away from the two guys, navigating your way through the large crowd.

nick looks at chris, “so i’m assuming you shot your shot with her? after talking about her for weeks?” nick smiles at his younger brother. “yeah i did.” he smiles proudly, thanking the universe for giving him the chance to talk to you.

you and tara are walking through the crowd when she asks you: “so it went well with chris?” you nod, “yeah it did.” you blush a little at the thought of him. “i’m glad.” you raise an eyebrow, “you planned that didn’t you?” “sure did.”

a/n: def gonna make a part 2 to this

tags: @sassysturniolo2008 @chrissypook

[kankri-vantas-alter]

Tw :gore , blood , horror

Idk what gif i like more honestly but i love this horror game its not. Boring at least. And i love. Story telling like. The one in the game -🕳️ folykl

Honestly this looks. Okay in my opinion but i don't know really. Might hate it later

Art is not mine all credits go to respective artists

[ikyoudreamofme]

memories-chris sturniolo

C/W:death, loss of a loved one, possible hints to suicide.

A/N: I apologise in advanced, I nearly cried writing this, listen to the song while reading it puts you in your feels. I’m sorry this I’ll make it up to you at some point. I’m proud of this one though

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When you die the brain replays seven minutes of your life.

past

You and chris stumble into the house laughing hysterically, your hand grasping into his bicep to help you climb up the stairs before toppling over onto the floor. Chris laughs louder clutching his ribs as he heaves in a dry breath. You had no memory of what was so funny just that it was creating a memorable moment between the two of you.

~🎞️~

A knock on your door pulls you out of your doom scrolling forcing you out of the warmth and comfort of your bed the cold air hits you painting goosebumps across your arms. Chris stood at the door with a big smile across his face when you open it, a big bouquet of flowers, your favourite, in his hands. You smile stepping out in the bitter cold wrapping your arms around him tightly being careful of the beautiful orchids in his hands.

~🎞️~

You hold the keys in your hand standing in front of the door, chris beside you “you gonna open it?” He hums placing a hand on your shoulder. You nod bringing your hand up unlocking the door with a click pushing it open. The fresh smell of the house, your house, fills your senses. Chris walks in behind you, his hands find your waist as he dips his head to your ear whispering “welcome home baby.”

~🎞️~

It was the annual summer fair that took place in a random field in the middle of July. You,Nick,Chris and Matt had all arrived, splitting up to go on separate rides or play a festival game. You were walking away from a carnival game a big smile wipped across your face as you carry a teddy bear Chris had won you walking hand in hand with chris towards the ferrets wheel. You sat down placing the bear, which you had named billy, on your lap waiting for chris to sit beside you. Everyone had got on the ride and you slowly made it to the top. The bright sky sprayed purples,pinks and oranges blending in with the clouds, the sun resting on the horizon, it was beautiful. You watch the clouds move across the sky in awe your hazel eyes glowing in the sunlight chris couldn’t look away he thought you were gorgeous, the women he would marry, the women who would carry his children you were the women he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and he knew it. He brings his hand up to your jaw pulling your stare away from the canvas in front of you, he had a soft look on his face, a look of love. Chris took a long inhale before speaking “ I love you y/n so much” Chris spits out quickly but slow enough for you to hear. Your eyes widen eyebrows raising ever so slightly smiling at him before leaning in to press your lips together. The kiss was slow and passionate, you pull away whispering “I love you too.” Resting your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you.

~🎞️~

Chris was a well known YouTuber with 7 million subscribers on his channel with his brothers, he kept most of his life private including his relationship with you, he knew how his fans could get and how parasocial some of them can be. You and Chris had been together for a year and 6 months and chris could easily say it’s been the best 18 months he’s had in a while and he feels comfortable sharing your relationship or parts of it. You wake up from a nap picking up your phone seeing numerous notifications from instagram and tiktok. Opening them you see a photo of chris laying on your chest, your hands in his hair it was a photo you took not too long ago. He had tagged you captioning it with a simple heart. Every refresh of the comments there was at least a hundred more of fans going crazy congratulating chris and loving that he’s happy it made you smile, you leave a comment, the same heart he had captioned the photo with.

~🎞️~

It was movie night, every week you and Chris would make popcorn and get loads of sweets and sit and watch a film in his room. You lay under the covers in one of Chris’ hoodies your head in his chest arms wrapped around his waist. Chris’s arms wrapped around you protectively, his hands trailing shapes across your thighs. This was your favourite moment of the week a time when you can relax in the arms of the boy you loved, the boy that made you feel so safe and so loved you were happy because of him.

~🎞️~

It was your first halloween with chris, one of your close friends was throwing a halloween party and you planned to have a couples costume with chris. After many disagreements you both agreed on Steve and Nancy from stranger things, you threw your hair in a ponytail and put your costume on walking up to Chris. After a mini photoshoot you left for the party excitement rushing through your veins, parties were your scene you loved them and Chris knew it very well.

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present day

Chris was dressed in a black suit your favourite flowers in his blazer pocket, pink ones, his hair was a mess like he had ran his fingers through it over and over. The surrounding of his eyes were dark and dead his pupils dilated and bloodshot from the thousands of tears that had left them since that day. The day he never wanted to come especially so soon. He walked out of the room his heart beating louder with every step he took closer to the stage in front of the crowd of people who sat teary eyed in front of him, some were already sobbing. He looked over at the coffin on the right of him the teddy he had won you sat on top of it with flowers placed around him.

Chris took a deep breath before reading off of the paper layed in front of him. “I never thought I would have to do this so young and so soon but y/n was such a big part in my life in all of our lives she always made me smile and laugh, she brought happiness to anyone who needed it, she found a way to make everyone’s day better… especially mine she made my life perfect like it came out of a romance book.” Chris choked on his words taking a second to hold back his cries “Whenever I was tired of stressed she would be there to help me through any struggles I faced. Her laugh was funnier then what made her laugh in the first place and her smile was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Everything about her was so beautiful, so perfect. She was a great friend to anyone especially my brothers Matt and Nick who loved when she was around nearly as much as I did. she made everyone feel welcomed and happy. She was the daughter,friend and girlfriend everyone needs in their life and I’m so happy she was in mine. I love you so much y/n our memories will be forever I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you when you needed it. Goodbye sweetheart.” Chris finishes, he was now crying hysterically tears pouring out of his eyes as he walks off the stage, the audience crying with him. Matt and Nick walk up to him crying too embracing chris in a much needed hug.

[writtenbyan-aries]

can u plz do a vampire one where whoever idrc who has their humanity off and reader/y/n is trying to get them to turn it back on plzzz

I can never pass up a vampire fic 🫣

Summary: Colby tracks reader down to help with no humanity vampire!Sam

Warnings: slightly sexual moments, angsty, cigarettes, vampire!sam, vampire!reader, blood, death, compulsion, other vampire themes, based off of tvd, fluffy end

Word Count: 5.1K | unedited

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𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗

You let out a sigh as you sit down on the curb, bringing your lit cigarette to your lips.

The chatter from a group of guys catches your attention. You perk your head up, watching as they round the corner of the building, one specifically catching your attention.

He was blonde, reminded you of someone you once knew.

“Hey.” You call out, watching as they stop and look over at you, “Any of you have a cigarette?”

“Isn’t that what you have in your hand?” The one asks with a laugh as he points, “Or do you mean for after that one?”

“There you go.” You laugh, taking a drag as you stand up, “I need one for my walk home.”

“You’re walking home, alone, at this time of night?” The blonde looks both ways before crossing the street over to you, “Shit, you must be brave.”

“I can handle myself.” You laugh as you look up at him, your eyes dilating as you whisper, “Tell your friends you’re good from here, they can keep walking.”

“You guys can go.” He waves them off, “I’ll catch up with you guys in a little bit.”

They don’t hesitate to leave him and your brows furrow, “Some friend group you have there.” He laughs it off, “That’s just how they are. So, before I give you this cigarette, can I at least get your name?”

You smile, nodding your head, “if that’s the key for me to get that, then yes.” You drop your cigarette and step on it, “My name is y/n.”

“Y/n, that’s pretty. Mine’s Carter.” He holds out his hand you nod, “Cute.” You smirk, eyes on his, “Follow me, Carter, and don’t make a sound.”

He nods, taking your hand and following you across the street. You lead him in between the buildings and push him against the wall, “You remind me of someone I met a long time ago.”

He stares at you and you step in closer, “Too bad we hate each other now.” Your eyes grow dark and with a growl, your fangs are sunk into his neck, ripping his skin apart.

As you step back, your eyes follow his body as it drops to the ground.

“You’re not very careful, are you?”

You turn your head slightly, “You’re a little far from home, aren’t you?”

“I need your help.”

You turn around, watching as Colby walks up to the body on the ground. He bites his wrist as he bends down, pressing it to Carter’s lips, “Clearly, you still have a type.”

“Are you here to criticize me about having a type, or are you here to tell me why you need my help?” You shift your weight onto your one leg and Colby looks at you, “I mean, kinda falls into both categories, really.”

You raise your brows, shaking your head as you turn, “Nope.” You take a few steps away and Colby’s words make you freeze, “He flipped his switch, y/n.”

Your eyes search the wet ground, “Why?”

You turn around, seeing Colby pick Carter up from the ground, “Go catch up with your friends, forget what happened here.” He pushes him away and Carter runs past you.

You look back at Colby and he shrugs, “No idea. He won’t talk to me.”

“What makes you think I can get him to bring it all back?” You laugh, “Do you not remember what happened?”

“No, I remember, but that doesn’t mean you guys don’t still love each other.”

You laugh at his words, “If you think that, then clearly you forgot.” You shake your head, “I can’t help you. I’m sorry, Colby.”

You turn but Colby vamps in front of you, “He wears the smell of blood and death like perfume, y/n. You need to come back with me, even if it’s just to try.” You roll your eyes, “Why?”

“Because I just have a feeling that when he sees you, it’ll change his mind.”

“What if it doesn’t, I mean..” You sigh, thinking for a moment, “Fine. But if this backfires, I’m snapping your neck and leaving.” He nods, “Fine. Deal, whatever. Now let’s go.”

“You owe me a cigarette, Colby. He was going to give me one but then you sent him off without a care in the world.”

Colby laughs and slings his arm over your shoulder, “I’ll get you a whole pack, alright. We have a long drive ahead of us.”

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚎

You slowly lifted your head from the car door as it came to a stop, “Are we here?” You look over at Colby and he nods, “Yep. Good old, White Creek, Tennessee.”

You furrow your brows, “Why are we here?”

“This is where Sam is.”

“Why is he-“

Colby cuts you off, “Look, y/n. I don’t have all the answers to your questions, okay. After him ripping through our town, I followed the trail of bodies that were broadcasted all over the news, and so far, this is where the trail stopped.”

You take a slow breath, “Okay.” You reach for the door and Colby stops you, “Wait.”

“What?” You look at him, “Are you going to give me the spiel about how Sam isn’t himself and I need to not take whatever he says to heart?”

“Actually, I mean, yeah. Yeah, I was.” He laughs, “Sometimes I forget you know your way around this stuff.”

“Is it weird being friends with someone who’s older.” You laugh, “And stronger than you?”

He rolls his eyes, “Didn’t have to bring that part, but sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He laughs and opens his door. You get out, meeting Colby behind his car, “So. Where is he?”

“That house.” He points, “We’ll have to be invited in.”

“Of course.” You huff, “Alright. Let’s get this shit started.” You walk towards the house, glancing back at Colby as you reach the door. You extend your arm up, knocking gently a few times.

“Sam.” Colby calls out, “I know you’re in there, and I know you can hear me.”

You listen in, your heart skipping a beat when you hear Sam’s voice for the first time in ages, “Go away, Colby. I don’t need your shit.”

“Open the door.”

“Fuck off, Colby. Go home.”

Colby sighs, leaning against the banister, “Open the door. And then we’ll go.”

You hear footsteps growing closer and closer to the door. You straighten up as the door swings open, “Who’s we?”

Sam freezes, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Yeah, I called in reinforcements.” Colby stands up, “Now get whoever you’re compelling inside of this house to invite us in.”

“Why would I do that?” Sam tilts his head, a smirk toying at his lips, “That would make it easier for you guys to stake me, tie me down, torture me until you get exactly what it is you want.” He sighs, “Normally I would hate to tell you this, but go fuck yourself.”

His eyes move to you, “You, too, lying bitch.”

“Sam-“

Your words are cut off by the door slamming in your face, and you sigh, turning to Colby, “So, what’s plan B?”

Colby shrugs, “Kinda hoping you thought of that on the way here.” You roll your eyes and turn to beat on the door again, “Sam.”

“Sam! Open the door!”

“Oh my god.” Sam groans as he pulls it open again, “Don’t you ever fucking stop?”

“I’ll make it easy, flip that twitch and I’ll be gone not a second after.” You cross your arms, “But.. if you wanna play this game, we can play this game. Can’t promise I’ll take it easy on you, though.”

Sam laughs, shaking his head, “Colby, I’m sorry to tell you, but you wasted your time tracking her down. I’m not leaving this house, and you..” he points at you and Colby, “Are not coming in.”

He steps back, closing the door once more and your hands slap your thighs, “Come with me.” You grab Colby by the arm and pull him back over to the car.

“Figure out a plan B yet?” He looks over at you as you close your door and you nod, “Sam feeds when he has his humanity off, right?”

“Sure does.” Colby sighs, and you raise your brows, “Did you hear anyone else in that house?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing but the quiet humming of the woman who owns it.”

“Exactly, so we just have to wait. We have to wait until he decides he’s hungry again and comes out, or until he sends that woman out to fetch him his dinner.”

“What are we going to do if he sends out the woman?” Colby asks and you shrug, “We kill her and then we don’t need an invitation to get inside.”

“He’ll probably run.” Colby shrugs, “He’ll run, and then what?”

“He can’t outrun me, Colby. I can promise you that.”

“Right, because you’re old.” He teases with a laugh, and you roll your eyes, “Sounds like you’re jealous because you can never beat me in a race.”

“Yeah, sure.” He looks back, “Well go with that.” He taps your arm, “Looks like you still know him pretty damn well.”

You look back, watching as Sam sends the woman out of the house. He watches as she crosses the street and then closes the door.

“How do you want to do this?” Colby looks at you, and you look at him, “Take care of her. I’ll take care of Sam.” You reach for the door and get out. Making your way back over to the house.

You watch as Colby disappears after the woman, waiting a few seconds before he comes back out, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

He gives you a nod and you turn back, knocking on the door.

Sam opens it again, scoffing before he goes to close it. You reach in, holding the door open and Sam’s face grows into a shocked look.

“Looks like you’re not getting any dinner tonight.” You vamp in, hand around his throat as you slam him hard against the wall, “You’re out of control, Sam.”

He pushes you back, hand rubbing his neck, “Since when the hell do you give a fuck about me? You seem to make that pretty fucking clear when you left god knows how long ago.”

“I had to, Sam.” You step towards him, paying no attention to Colby as he walks in and shuts the door, “I had to leave. If I didn’t, I would have died, do you not get that?”

“It’s always excuse, after excuse with you.” Sam shakes his head, vamping towards you. His hand is on your throat, staring down into your eyes, “I need you to get it through your head that I hate you.”

“I hate you, too baby.” You smirk, tilting your head, “As I said.” You flip him on to his back, your knee pressing into his chest, “If you wanna play, we can play.”

He smirks up at you, letting out a sigh, “You both. Can just go to hell.” He kicks you off of him, flipping you over his body, and he was gone before you got back up.

“You couldn’t have stopped him?” You look at Colby, “Oh, shit.” You walk over, pulling the broken wooden stick from his stomach, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Just..” Colby stands up, “Go. I’ll come after in a second.”

You nod, taking off after Sam.

After a minute of running, you come to a stop, “Sam.” You sigh, “Just, come out and fucking talk to me.” You listen in, your head snapping to the left when you hear faint cries for help.

You speed over, stopping when you come across what looks to be like a murder scene, “Oh.. my god. Sam.” Your head snaps up to look at him, “Why are you doing this?”

You step over the bodies lying by the fire, walking up to him as he drops the last from his grasp. He reaches up, wiping away the blood on the corner of his mouth with his thumb, “My question is, why aren’t you?”

You roll your eyes and he extends his arm over, wiping it on your lip, “You were so much fun when you were just like me.”

“You’re out of control.” You lick your lips, your eyes fluttering closed at the taste of the blood, “I can control myself.”

“Can you?” Sam tilts his head, “I remember watching you as Colby and I forced you to turn your humanity back on.” He sighs, “If I had known better then, I would have just let you go. This shit is so much better than dealing with all of the whiny thoughts about doing the right thing.”

“What happened, Sam.” You stare at him and he shrugs, “Can’t I just, have a little fun for once?” He looks down at the bodies, “I mean, look at it this way. You and Colby keep pushing me, I’ll stack every body I drain on the front door step, leaving you both to clean up the mess.”

He steps closer, “It’s not hard to not give a fuck, y/n.” He jerks his head back, “Oh wait. I guess, for you, you don’t give a fuck either way. You’re just a selfish bitch who only comes around when she wants or needs something, I mean, fuck. Now I could care less so I mean, if you want to have one last go around before you leave again I’m d-“

You twist his head, closing your eyes as his body hits the ground.

“I was wondering who was going to do that first.” Colby walks up, “What the fuck did he do here?” He looks around and you sigh, “I don’t know, tried giving us a warning, but look how that turned out.”

“I’ll go get the car. There’s a road right out that way. You got him?” Colby points to Sam’s lifeless body and you sigh, “Yep.”

You bend down, picking up his arm and pulling it up around your shoulder. You hoist him up, arm around his waist as you walk with him towards the road.

After a moment, you see headlights and the car comes to a stop. Colby gets out and walks around, opening the door, “Just throw him in.”

You laugh slightly as you push his body into the car, slamming the door shut, “How long do you think we have?”

“Hour or so, maybe two.” Colby gets in, “I have a friend who night be able to help us out, though. It’s about a four hour drive, so. Get comfy.”

You let out a sigh, “Perfect.”

𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊, 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊

You glance back at Sam, “probably going to wake up soon.”

“We’re five minutes out, so we should be good.” Colby looks over at you, “Are you okay?”

You give him a nod, “Yeah, I’m fine. Not anything I haven’t heard before.” Colby furrows his brows, “like, from Sam?”

“There’s a lot more to me that you don’t really know about, Colby. I used to be just like Sam, I used to live that way. Thinking that keeping your humanity off was the best thing in the world. I’ve lost a lot of good friends, potential relationships, family that way.”

“I never knew that.” Colby sighs, “I’m glad you’ve come to your senses about it.”

You raise your brows, “Yeah, me too. I mean, sometimes the pain of remembering all of the horrible things I’ve done becomes, too much, but at the same time, I’ve learned that feeling it, and a tiny bit of compulsion goes a longer way.”

You laugh slightly and Colby shakes his head, “No judgment. I feel like we’ve all had our moments.”

“Yeah. Sam’s just living through his.” You take a deep breath, “If things don’t work out here.. I have another idea but it’s something that-“

“You’re wasting your time.” Sam groans in the backseat, “Just stop here, I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

“No can do, brother.” Colby shakes his head, “You’re not getting away from us again.” You look back, watching as Sam rubs his neck, “God, can you be a bit rougher next time?”

“Aw, did I hurt your poor little neck?” You roll your eyes, “Please. I should have just ripped your heart out of your chest.”

“Not like you haven’t done it before.” Sam mumbles and you laugh, “Is that why you flipped your switch? Because you kept thinking about me but you were too scared to come and find me?”

Sam rolls his eyes, “Please. You wish this was about you. You always need someone pining and losing their shit over you.” He sits forward, “Trust me, sweetheart. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Okay.” You nod, giving him a smile, “Well see about that.”

Colby comes to a stop and Sam leans forward, “Where the fuck are we?” Colby glances over at him then looks to you with a nod.

You quickly reach up, snapping his neck one last time before you let out a sigh, “I hate to admit it, but it feels so good getting him go shut up.”

“I’m sure if his humanity was on, you’d feel differently.” Colby smirks and nods, “I’ll get him.” You roll your eyes, moving to open your door and get out. You follow Colby up the steps, reaching forward to knock on the door.

A girl opens the door, giving you a smile, “Y/n?”

“Um, hi, have we-“

“Tara! I’m Colby’s witchy friend.” She moves out of the way, “Him and Sam talk about you so much, we’ll, Sam more than Colby, but it’s great that I finally get to put a face with the name, come in, please.”

You walk in, Colby following behind you, “We need your help.”

“Of course, what can I do?” She looks at Sam, “Oh, he didn’t.”

Colby nods, laying him down on the couch, “He did.” He turns around, “I need you to let us use your basement for a little bit.”

“Do you need me to de-spell his ring?” She asks and Colby nods, “You have a window down there, right?” She nods and he smirks, “Perfect.” Colby looks at you, “What if plan C doesn’t work?”

You shake your head, “I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚊’𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

“So what happened with you and Sam again?” Tara asks as she sits down on the chair, “He told me you guys were a thing and then just went different ways.”

“Something like that.” You peer into the room, eyes fixating on Sam’s still body, “He and I.. we were..” you laugh, “I don’t know.” You look at Colby as he walks over to the door, looking out at Tara, “They were perfect for each other, Tara.”

“If you were so perfect for each other, why did Colby have to drive all the way to Seattle to get you?” She tilts her head, “Sorry, sometimes when I talk it sounds bitchy but I promise I don’t mean it like that.”

You laugh, “It’s okay. Um, a few years ago, I flipped my own switch, ruined a bunch of shit, and I hurt Sam in the process. He got so mad at me that he ended up telling the one person I told him not to tell I was vampire and I had to leave town.”

“Ohh, okay. He’s mad at you for leaning and you’re mad because he signed your death certificate?” She asks and you nod slowly, “Yeah, something like that.”

Colby sighs, “He thought y/n died.”

You look at him, “What?”

He rests his head against the bar, “After you left without any other word, he did look for you. He asked around, went to the person he told to try and fix shit, but when they said you were gone..”

“He thought they meant they killed me..” you shake your head, “Is that why he called me a lying bitch?”

“Oof, Sam’s a dick when he has his humanity off.” Tara shakes her head and you and Colby both nod, speaking at the same time, “I know.”

“It’s better this way.” Sam argues, groaning as he lifts his head, “It’s better this way, because then I don’t have to remember all of the pain you left for me to deal with.”

You clench your jaw, “Are you done?”

“Are you?” He cocks his jaw and smirks, “We can do this all night, baby.”

You open the door, stepping in, “Tara, lock this behind us.��� She gets up, the sound of the heavy lock clinking closed fills the silence.

“So.” You laugh, “Jokes on you, because…” you walk over to the window, pulling it open and Sam bursts out into painful yells. You watch his skin sizzle before closing it, “It’s still daylight out, sunshine.”

He flexes his hand, watching his skin heal, “That all you got?” He lifts his head, eyes on you as you walk around to stand in front of him, “I don’t want to, but I can snap your neck again, have Tara here take a look into that memory you’re holding on to.”

“You can try, but I don’t have any good ones worth holding on to, so.” He shrugs, “Your move.”

You slide your head up to his cheek, taking a deep breath as you look into his eyes, “If I hurt you that bad, why haven’t you tried to kill me, or fought harder to get away?”

“Get your fucking hands off of me.” Sam snaps his head away from your hand, “Listen, you do what you have to do. Starve me - wait, we’ve been over this already.” He rolls his eyes, “Just-“

He gasps, gritting his teeth as you slowly push your hand into his chest, “Fucking.. bitch. Get your.. hand out of my chest.”

You tilt your head, “Hmm, that’s weird. What I’m feeling, is definitely a heart. Usually someone with one of those can understand when they’re being a total ass.”

You pull your hand out, reaching for the towel as Colby hands it to you. Sam coughs, “Just go.”

“No.” You argue back, “If you want me gone, make me.”

Sam groans, shifting his writs to try and get them free, sighing when he can’t. You glance at Colby, looking back to Sam as he starts to laugh, “This.. oh fuck.. this is hilarious.”

“Why’s so funny?” Colby asks and he shrugs, “This whole thing, y/n coming back here, clearly not dead.”

“Is that why you turned it off, Sam? Because you thought y/n was dead and you just couldn’t live with the pain any longer?” Colby steps forward, “Well here she is. Alive.”

Sam shrugs, “How was I supposed to know that? She only thought about herself after she left.” His state shifts to you, “Per usual.”

You walk up, gripping his chin, “Turn it back on.”

“No.” Sam holds his stare on you, “What are you going to do if I don’t?” You lean in, “Maybe I’ll rip your heart out for good.”

You go to reach for his chest but Colby stops you, “let’s just leave him. Let him sit here for a little bit.” Colby pulls you back, “Come on.”

You drop your hand, scoffing as you shake your head, “Fine.”

“Feel free to not come back.” Sam calls out as you and Colby both walk out. Tara closes the door and Colby locks it, “Come on.” He leads you and Tara upstairs into the kitchen, flipping on the tap.

“Is that to block out his hearing?” Tara asks as she points to the running water and you nod, “Yeah.” You look at Colby, “I think we need to move onto plan D.”

Colby stares at you, “I don’t-“

“It’s the only thing that I have a strong feeling about, I think it’ll work.” You reach out, “Well have Tara mess with his head, show him before we actually show him.”

“I can do it.” She nods, “I just need to know exactly what I need to show him.” She points, “Can I just ask, though, why do you want to want to keep dealing with that?”

You shrug, “There’s still good in him, Tara. We just have to really force it out of him.”

You spend the next half hour explaining to Tara plan D, then you make your way down to a very irritated, and hungry Sam.

“When I get out of these restrains, I’m ripping your throat out.” Sam groans, “Can I at least get some fucking blood, goddamn.”

“No.” Colby shakes his head, “Not after speaking to us like that.”

Sam laughs, “Oh, my apologies.” He clears his throat, “May I please have some blood, Colby?” Colby states at him, “No.”

“Fuck you.” Sam rolls his eyes, “Fuck all of you.”

You look at Tara, “If he gets out, I’ll get him before he gets to you.” She nods, “I trust you, Colby says you’re stronger and smarter.”

You look at Colby with a smirk, “So you do think that.”

“That’s not- we have something a little more important to tend to.” He shakes his head opens the door, walking in with Tara behind him.

“What’s little witch bitch gonna do? Fry my brain? Show me some emotional flashback between the people we used to be?” Sam scoffs, “Good luck.”

You look at Tara, giving her a nod and she walks behind Sam, pressing her fingertips to his temples. She closes her eyes, slowly chanting stuff in another language.

“If anything were to happen to you, I don’t know how I’d live with myself.” Sam says as he shakes his head, moving his hand up to brush hair from your face, “You’re literally the best thing that’s walked into my life, or you know, vamped, in.”

“I can take of myself, Sam.” You laugh, “But it’s really nice having you here with me.” He laughs slightly nodding as he leans in for a kiss. You stop, grabbing tightly onto his shoulder as you gasp.

Sam looks down at the blood spreading across your shirt, his hears filling with the sound of you choking on your own blood.

“No, no, no. This isn’t- no.” He shakes his head, his hand pressing to your chest, “Stop, stop, stop.” He looks up, cupping your cheek, “Please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me!”

You gasp for air, your eyes fluttering closed as your skin starts to turn grey and veiny. Sam lets out a frustrated yell, “Fuck, fuck, no, no. Please, please.”

He gasps, eyes snapping open and Tara jumps back.

You walk over in front of Sam, eyes on his glossy ones, “How did that make you feel Sam?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He glares up at you, expression flipping the second he sees Colby jam his hand into back.

You gasp out, groaning as Colby’s fingers graze your heart, “C-Colby-“ you try to reach back but he grabs your hand, eyes on Sam, “I swear to god Sam, if you don’t turn it back on you can really say goodbye to her. For good this time.”

Your eyes squeeze shut, pain radiating all throughout your body as he pushes his hand in deeper, “S-Sam..” you gasp out sharply, “P-please, please.”

Sam shakes his head, visibly fighting with himself, “No.. no..” he looks down, but Tara grabs his head, forcing him to look at you, “Look at what is happening Sam. I’m not messing with your head, Colby is really going to kill her if you don’t feel something!”

Sam’s eyes fill with tears and he takes a sharp breath, “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He pulls his wrists, “Stop! Colby, stop! You’re hurting her!”

And just like that, Sam was back.

He slowly pulls his hand from your back and wraps his arms around you, “You good?” You nod slowly, “Yeah, yeah. Just-“ you motion, “Set me down.”

Colby gently sets you down on the ground and goes to untie Sam.

He immediately falls onto the ground, moving over to check on you, “Are you-“ he shakes his head, laying his hands on your cheeks, “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Tara asks and Colby shrugs, “Do you have any blood bags?” She shakes her head and Colby bats the air, “Stay with them. I’ll be right back.”

He vamps out of the basement and you look at Sam, “Did I win?”

“Did you win, what?” His eyes scan your face and you laugh slightly, “The game.” He rolls his eyes, “Yes, yeah, you always win. I just-“ he leans in, pressing his lips to yours, “I’m so sorry.”

You hear Colby come back down, dragging a girl behind him, “Here.” He pushes her into the room and she kneels down, extending her wrist to you.

Your eyes grow dark as you lean in to feed.

As you pull away, Colby pulls her back and looks into her eyes, “Thank you, you can go now, and don’t remember anything about this.” He pushes her towards the steps and she walks away, leaving the house.

“How do you feel?” He looks at you and you stand up, “Im fine, we’re no longer seeing the darkest side of him. I’m calling this a good day.” You look at Tara and smile, “Thank you so much for your help.”

“Anytime. It was great meeting you, y/n.” She smiles and walks away. You look at Colby, “Im going to take him for something to eat.”

He stares at Sam and Sam raises his hands, “I’ll be fine, if not, she’ll just break my neck again.” He laughs and you nod, “I’m a pro at it by now.”

You take his hand and lead him up the steps and out of the house. You watch as he snatched, ate, and erased with complete control.

“Good job.” You give him a thumbs up as he walks over to you and he rolls his eyes, “Considering everything I said to you over the last few hours, I’ll let that slide.” He laughs and pulls you into him, “I was so scared Colby was going to kill you.”

“I had a feeling that that would work.”

Sam kisses the top of your head, “My own death never frightened me, but yours..” he shakes his head, holding you tighter, “That is my greatest, deepest, fear.”

You look up at him, “Come on. We can talk about it when we get home.”

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texts from babydaddy!chris part 1.

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[the-dragon-hearted]

Part 1

There is a universe, somehow, where everything aligned just perfectly and left four desperate children on Silco's doorstep. A universe where Piltover is just a bit more ruthless: where Vander's connections aren't trustworthy and where his foolish sentimentality wins.

Vander's arrested, in Vi's place. He's so proud of her for trying to do the right thing - but he'll not make a sacrifice out of Felicia's daughter. The violence in the streets has to stop and Piltover won't stop until it has someone to blame for the theft. So the Hound becomes a sacrificial lamb.

But remember, his agreements are flimsier, and the trust between enforcer and undercity is as thin as the razor blade Mylo keeps in his pocket. The gold-trimmed enforcers aren't happy with a Hound dressed in wool - they want the girl. The one Jayce identified. Some pink-haired snot-nosed filthy brat. The thief. The terrorist.

They labeled her a terrorist: Vi. For a near-harmless explosion in a district she would've been beaten in, just for the grime in her hair.

And the Hound won't have that.

For the second time in his life, Vander's knuckles are stained with enforcer blood and the undercity begins to burn. Vi's next to him, eager to fight, but scared. She's just a kid after all. Always eager. Always scared.

Claggor, Mylo, and Powder come running as they limp back to the Last Drop. Powder's too busy crying into Vi's shirt to pay much attention to the screams outside. Reinforcements are just a few minutes away. The rats of the undercity retreat to spare themselves from the brutality beneath an enforcer's heel and the streets grow quieter and quieter. They all know how to slip away when the time demands it, but this is more than sneaking through the sewers and waiting for the storm to pass.

The enforcers, the council, Piltover: they'll keep coming. The blood on Vander and Vi's hands ensures that much. And they don't want him -

He looks to where Vi is hugging Powder back, a: "Sorry Powpow," being breathed. "Didn't mean to scare you -"

He can't let that happen. He can make himself the bigger problem - the biggest threat and that will buy the kids time and give those rich bastards a victory.

But then... it'll just be them.

Claggor's strong, Mylo's sly, Powder's clever, and Vi is brave. They're all tough as nails and they'll make it. At least until this underbelly starts ripping itself around. Vander's a smart man who knows what will happen in his absence, the cannibalistic tendencies of desperate people who need scapegoats.

And Vi's already willing to play the martyr. She proved that much. No, if he leaves he needs to leave them with something. Anything. Something that's as willing to fight for their future as...

That's when he gets the terrible idea. Right around the same time he hears the tell-tale racket of enforcers running down cobblestone. He grabs a bar napkin, and Claggor bars the door. He fumbles messily around for a piece of graphite or a damned pen.

Vi pushes Powder behind her and grabs a half-empty bottle from a table. There's a shatter as she arms herself with razor glass. These kids are well versed at making weapons, they have to be.

They'll only get better at it if he finishes this note. He's signing their lives away to a different demon. There's no guarantee they'll live long enough to give him the note. It's a terrible idea -

"I'll never betray Zaun's children"

Powder's climbing behind the bar with him, clinging to his leg. Mylo climbs over the other side, fiddling with a collection of rusty steak knives. Claggor's grabbed a chair and broke it, two wooden beams in either hand.

Suffocating in the streets is better than dying on a bridge.

"Take this," he gives it to Vi before slipping on his knuckles. "Find Silco. Ask around, and he'll find you."

"What?" it's a challenge from her. She's ready to fight to keep what she has.

She doesn't realize that every fight comes with a loss. And eventually, it's going to take everything from her. Once you bloody those knuckles you never stop - not really.

But not today. Today it'll only take him, and hopefully, she'll remember what they talked about. She'll remember that despite this shitshow - he's proud of her for finding a peaceful solution. He's proud of her for putting down those fists.

But there was no way in hell he was going to let her go.

"Take care of each other," he orders slipping on his other gauntlet. Mylo and Powder stare at him with wide eyes. Claggor's lip is trembling.

"Remember. Remember, to look out for each other!" he orders.

"No!" Powder seems to understand now as Vander pulls the bracings away from the door. She scrambles over the bar with a muffled wail. Mylo stops her right as Vander throws the door open.

"Vander!" Vi screams, but the hound is loose.

He's in the streets and he's set about making these fools remember why they follow the light. Why they fear the undercity so badly they chase its children to sate their fury. Dark things live in the undercity. Zaun's children are raised in air so heavy it turns their lungs to iron. Her streets sharpen their teeth and build calluses over their knuckles until the only thing they feel is the warm crimson in their wake.

Vander had hoped he'd never do this - be this. But jaws shatter under his fist faster than glasses fill with his whiskey. He's good at this. Always has been. The kids slip away - he knows that much.

Everything else is a bit of a blur. He glimpses Ekko, once, on the rooftops. The boy heads after the other four and Vander is thankful for that. Benzo didn't survive the first wave... he doesn't have much chance to reflect on that because there's another enforcer in his grip and a new scream in the air.

He buys the kids plenty of time. Too much time.

Enough time for all of Zaun to hear the news: the Hound's fighting back! Five enforcers are dead! Six! Ten! Enough time for Vi and Mylo to find their informants.

Silco isn't exactly a subtle name. He's well hidden, that's true, but a familiar blond limped his way over to one of the abandoned warehouses after Vi kicked the shit out of him. Word on the street is that he's in with someone named Silco. Doesn't mean much to the informant or to Vi.

It's enough. They slip into one of Zaun's many industrial districts just as Vander finally falls.

Piltover's attack dogs got him - they would eventually, he knew that much. A wild hound is fierce but numbers always win. Part of him's happy to die on familiar cobblestones. Better than the cool stone of prison - better than anything Piltover had in mind for him. This way, the kids would know what happened to him. They wouldn't do anything stupid.

Well... they'd probably still do some stupid things. He coughed out a laugh, blood hacking out of his lungs as it all began to fade. Good. They deserved to be a bit stupid. They were kids...

Just kids.

Hopefully, Silco remembers that...

Silco? Oh, Silco remembers. He'd been making a plan revolving around that. Kids are foolish. Kids are loyal. Children are painfully easy to manipulate and kill. Children are easy to make disappear.

Killing Vander and his children was quite literally on his upcoming schedule. It was going to be a glorious sort of revenge, making Vander watch it happen - helpless to stop it as he drowned in his own pacifism. It was going to be inhumane. The final nail in Silco's old coffin.

So pardon him for taking a moment to stare at the victims delivered to his doorstep. Half of him wants to laugh. The other half feels like he's been shoved back into that damn river.

The children only stare back, wide-eyed and curious. Scared too... haunted in some wonderfully poetic way.

"Can I help you?" Silco demands cooly after his disbelief has been satiated.

The pink one steps forward, naturally. She's Vander's little favorite, his poster child: basically a replica. Taking charge is probably laced in her veins.

She hands him a napkin.

"He told us to come here," she breathes, and it almost sounds like a prayer.

Silco cannot focus on anything but the napkin.

"Well... not here," the wily boy in the back disagrees slowly as he gives a scathing glance to a dead mouse in the corner. "He told us to find you."

Silco watches them carefully and then unfolds the napkin. If this is a trap it's ridiculous and definitely not Vander's idea. Perhaps these children are simply suicidal - or stupid.

He reads it.

Pauses. Reads it again.

He glances to that pink one again: Violet. Felicia's daughter. The other one is to her right, clinging to the elder's bruised knuckles. Powder... right?

Mylo. And Claggor.

Vander's children.

Vander's children!

He reads it one more time.

"It is kind of messy," Claggor's sheepish tone contradicts his appearance sharply. "He was in a rush -"

"I can read it," Silco snarls. He whirls around and plunges further into the bowels of the warehouse.

The children follow, blindly. Because they were told to. They follow the devil into his den because Vander told them to.

Why Silco let them, he'll never be able to explain. Never. Why he didn't finish was Vander started: destroy all remnants of their old life, including those damned children - he'll never say.

He can't. Because Vander sent him his children and a note. It changes nothing.

Except it changes everything.

[sturn-saturn]

guys i fear carrington might be my type. like he’s tall, he has dark hair, blue eyes, and he’s like awkward sometimes and says stupid things sometimes but it’s not offensive stupid it’s funny stupid yk?