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[reids-princess]

The Time Hotch Took you Home. Aaron Hotchner

⤷ ─────. In which Aaron ends up taking you home due to you not feeling well while you all were at the bar he notices how pale you’ve gotten he gently takes you outside to get fresh air. Reader gets sick from the salad she ate from lunch .

Aaron being sweet ..

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Fem!reader X Aaron Hotchner X. Angst/Hurt/comfort Emotional tension, comfort, sensitive mutual pining no use of your name 2.3K Author notes : I enjoyed writing this I hope you enjoy reading this



The Time Hotch Took you Home. You had been sitting with JJ at the bar. You’d told her you weren’t feeling well, that you were nauseous. You kept glancing at Hotch and Rossi; they were in the middle of a conversation.

"Let me get Hotch to take you home," JJ said.

"Do you have to?" you asked, feeling a sense of dread settle in.

"Yes, I’ve been drinking," she replied, offering a sympathetic smile.

JJ went up to Hotch to let him know you weren’t feeling well and that you wanted to go home. He nodded and glanced at you, noticing how pale your face had become. He patted Rossi on the back.

“I’m going to offer her a ride home,” Hotch told Rossi.

Hotch approached you, his gaze softening as he asked, "You feeling okay?"

"No, not really," you replied.

"Let’s go get some fresh air," he said gently. He helped you off the barstool, his arm going around your waist as he guided you out.

As you stepped into the cool breeze, it seemed to make things worse. You got sick, and Hotch held your hair back as you struggled.

"I'm not sure what's wrong with me," you said, your voice shaky.

"Have you eaten today?" Hotch asked, his tone steady and concerned.

"A salad at lunch," you replied.

"That's it?" he asked, glancing at you.

You met his eyes, feeling another wave coming on. Hotch quickly pulled out his phone, calling JJ.

"Bring some water and a cold rag or wet cloth," he instructed.

JJ brought Hotch a bottle of water and a cold, wet cloth.

"You okay?" she asked, her concern evident.

"I'm a little better, thank you, JJ. I think it must’ve been the salad I had at lunch today," you replied.

"Feel better," JJ said with a reassuring smile.

You nodded. "Thanks."

You started to apologize, “I’m sorry for ruining your night.”but he stopped you. "No," he said firmly. "You didn’t ruin anything, I promise.”

He helped you wipe your face, the cloth feeling soothing against your skin.

You took a drink of the water, the cool liquid feeling refreshing as it eased the dryness in your throat.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you asked.

Hotch hesitated for a moment, then gently changed the subject. “You ready to go home?” he asked, avoiding your question.

He opened the passenger side of the SUV. You glanced at him, part of you wanting to give him a hug but unsure how he would react.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

As soon as he asked, you turned to face him and gave him a hug. He didn’t push you away; instead, he simply let you in. The embrace felt comforting—his body solid and steady, offering a quiet reassurance that made you feel safe, even if only for a moment.

You got in and buckled your seatbelt. He shut the door behind you. You took another drink of your water, still processing the fact that you had actually done it—hugged your boss, hugged Aaron.

He got into the driver’s seat and put his seatbelt on.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you asked.

"I didn’t mean to hug you," you quickly apologized. "I’m sorry, sir, I—"

"Stop apologizing," he interrupted, his voice calm but firm.

You nodded, glancing out the window. The tension hung in the air, unspoken, as he started the engine.

"Don’t," he added, his tone quieter now, almost like a warning.

Look, I know I apologize a lot," you said, turning to face him.

"That you do," he replied, his voice steady. "Every chance you get."

"Sorry," you muttered.

"See?" he said, a slight hint of amusement in his tone.

"You’re intimidating, sir," you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

"No," Hotch he replied, his voice soft but firm, trying to stay focused on the road.

"It's right down here on the left," you said, your tone a little quieter.

"I know," he said, his gaze fixed ahead.

"Right," you murmured, almost to yourself. "You’ve taken me home before."

"Please, tell me something," you said softly. "I just want to know. Please."

The SUV stopped in front of your apartment. You looked down at your hands, your heart racing.

"Do you feel something for me, Aaron?"

You immediately regretted the words, hoping you hadn't just asked your boss if he had feelings for you. You wished this was just a dream—or maybe a nightmare. You tried to pinch yourself to see if you were asleep, but no, you were wide awake.

Hotch didn’t answer. Instead, he got out of his side, came around, and opened the door for you.

"Let’s get inside," he said, his voice low and unreadable.

"Aaron, please answer me," you urged, your voice barely above a whisper, the tension thick in the air.

You both walked up to your door, and you unlocked it. You invited him inside, and he stepped in.

"You think I’m nice?" he asked, stepping toward you as you shut the door.

"I do, sir," you said, then quickly added, "Sorry—"

"There you go with that 'sorry' again," he said, his voice a bit strained as he cleared his throat.

You took a breath, speaking softly. "I’m not sure what to say right now. I don’t know how to approach you."

He was so close, you could barely breathe, the air between you both thick with tension.

"Aaron, please," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I need to brush my teeth. I just got sick."

He stepped back, his gaze softening slightly, though still unreadable. "Go ahead," he said, his tone quiet but firm. "Take your time."

You went to your bathroom, splashing water on your face before you started brushing your teeth. Hotch stepped in, his presence filling the small space.

"You asked if I had feelings for you, or if I felt something for you," he said, his voice low and steady.

You glanced at him in the mirror, still brushing your teeth. "I think I do," he added, his words lingering in the air.

You spat out the toothpaste, rinsed your mouth, then used mouthwash, trying to clear the knot in your throat. As you spit it out, you stood there, not knowing what to say next, the tension between you both thickening with every passing second….

He steps closer.

"Aaron, please…"

"Please, what?" he asks, his voice low.

"I can’t think," you say softly, feeling the weight of the moment.

"Well, this is the first time tonight," he responds, his eyes steady on yours. He holds out his hand.

You take it, and he gently leads you to the living room, guiding you to the couch. "Let’s sit," he says, his tone quieter now.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice softer. "Can I get you anything? Crackers? Ginger ale?"

"I’ll take both," you said.

"I know where they are," he added, his voice steady.

You smiled, feeling a bit of warmth in the moment. He returned with a small package of crackers and a small bottle of ginger ale.

"Here," he said, handing them to you.

You set them on the table and patted the spot on the couch beside you, your hand inviting him to sit.

"Stay, please," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I really shouldn’t," he says softly.

"Please, Aaron," you plead, pulling him in. "Just for a little bit, please?"

"Fine," he says, his voice quiet but yielding.

He gives in, and you feel a sense of relief as you settle into his arms, holding onto him as if your life depended on it. Before you know it, your head finds its way into his lap,

"How could I not have feelings for you?" he whispers, his voice barely audible as your head rests in his lap.

"How can I not think about moments like this with you?" he continues, gently pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

You whisper softly, "I really care about you a lot."

He carefully lifts your head from his lap, his eyes soft as he looks down at you. "I know," he says quietly. "I can see it."

[angelsgame-au]

"HEY EVER !! IT'S ME !!!"

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[orochimarustanaccount]

King Woman at Knockdown Center NYC. 6/22/2024

[catch57]

These damn stones…

[relic-seeker]

hollow knight discord server? 👀

YES!! open for business, the kris relic-seeker server can be joined by any lovelies here ^_^

LINK TO THE DISCORD SERVER

thank you to everyone interested :"), i'll tag yous in the comments jic <3

[patchwork-crow-writes]

26 - Possession

My heart breaks to look upon you, my light. Your frame so tense with rage and despair, your face an elegy to simpler times gone by. Your world has chewed you up and spat you out so many times you've stopped counting. It must feel like nobody understands you, nobody appreciates you, nobody loves you... not really.

But I do.

I want to keep you safe, my light, above all else. When storms rage outside I will give you shelter; when there's nowhere else to go I will offer you sanctuary. Where there is sorrow, I shall bring smiles, and where there is chaos, I shall bring peace.

You will want for nothing ever again, my light. No food, no play, no love will ever be denied you. Speak your desires and I shall deliver them - anything you could ever need is but a whisper away. It is important to me that you are looked after and provided for - that is my purpose, after all!

All I ask for in return - such a small thing, really - is your time, and your devotion. Permit me to tend to you, as both of us truly desire. Look to me, your prince in the dark, and forget all your worldly troubles and cares. A charmed life awaits you, my light; so long as you let all your days be filled with my love and my care.

Let me keep you close... and nothing will ever hurt you again.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 26

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[angelluv16]

Rumor Has It

Charles Leclerc x Jenner!reader

✩: Kaia Jenner, the youngest Kardashian-Jenner, is an up-and-coming actress. When F1 driver Charles Leclerc casually calls her his favorite actress, the internet goes crazy. What starts as rumors turns into a whirlwind of drama, chemistry, and public scrutiny.

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pairing: Charles Leclerc x Jenner!reader

request: no!!

warnings: Hate, fluff, Angst, Language,

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The red carpet was always a blur. The flashing lights, the endless stream of questions, the sea of cameras. But tonight felt different. The premiere of my latest film had drawn an even bigger crowd than I anticipated—probably thanks to the Jenner name, but I was doing my best to focus on what really mattered: the film.

I paused for a moment as I walked past a row of photographers, offering my best smile, keeping the nerves under control. It wasn’t easy, but it was the game I knew how to play.

"Kaia! Over here!" I heard someone call, a reporter waving me over to the side for an impromptu interview.

I stepped forward, adjusting my dress, ready to smile and answer the usual questions. “Kaia, how does it feel to be at another premiere?” the reporter asked, holding the microphone up.

"It feels amazing. I’m so proud of this project and excited to share it with everyone tonight," I said, rehearsed but still genuine.

As the interview continued, the reporter shifted topics, and I listened carefully. “We’ve been hearing a lot of buzz online, Kaia,” they said with a knowing smile. “Did you catch the interview with Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc today?”

I raised an eyebrow, not expecting the question. "Um, no, I haven’t. What happened?"

“Well,” they continued, “during his press conference, he mentioned you. Said you were his favorite actress."

I blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, what?”

“Yep. He said you’re incredible, and he’s a big fan of your work. The fans are already going wild about it.”

I could feel my face flush as the words sank in. Charles Leclerc? The F1 driver? I had heard of him, of course, but we had never crossed paths. My mind raced as I processed it. Why would he mention me? What did it mean?

The reporter gave me a mischievous smile, sensing my reaction. “Looks like you’ve got a new fan, Kaia.”

I managed a laugh, trying to play it cool, though my heart was still racing. "Well, that’s... unexpected. But thank you."

As I walked away from the interview, my head was spinning. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. But one thing was for sure—this was just the beginning.

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liked by kyliejenner, charlesleclerc, jade_distinguinn, krisjenner and 3.6M others kaia.jenner: another premiere, another reason to wear something pretty.

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username1: You ATEEEE this look. The moment, the queen, the icon! ♥︎ by kaia.jenner

username2: Preach

kyliejenner: Proud of you, babe! You killed it

kaia.jenner: Love you !

username3: Not me here after Charles Leclerc said he’s a fan

username4: Mother is MOTHERING.

username5: A Jenner with ACTUAL talent? We won.

username6: Not Charles lurking under this

nicksturniolo: Ate. Left no crumbs. ♥︎ by kaia.jenner

kaia.jenner: You do that every day

username7: She didn’t just walk the carpet, she OWNED it

username8: Another Jenner we don’t need

username9: Kaia Jenner to the paddock when??

carmenmmundt: A moment

username10: Did she buy this role or did mommy Kris negotiate it?

charlesleclerc: going to be streaming

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── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ kaia.jenner

{caption: Back In bed with coco}

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As Kaia sat back in her chair, her phone still glowing from the last message Charles had sent, a sudden wave of nerves hit her. She had been getting a lot of attention lately—especially since the premiere—but something about his words felt different. He was nervous? About watching her movie?

She had to admit, it was a little flattering. After all, Charles Leclerc wasn’t exactly known for being shy. And now here he was, nervously awaiting her movie—and possibly wanting to discuss it with her afterward?

Just then, her phone buzzed again, snapping her out of her thoughts. A new notification from Instagram.

Charles Leclerc liked your story.

Kaia blinked, frowning slightly. She didn’t think she had posted anything particularly noteworthy. In fact, her latest story was an incredibly casual photo: her curled up in bed with her cat, Coco, captioned “back In bed with Coco.” Hardly the kind of post anyone would expect a race car driver to notice, let alone interact with.

Her thumb hovered over the notification. It was just a like. Nothing else. No comment. No follow-up. Just that small action, but it felt... different. Her heart skipped a beat. Did it mean something? Or was it just another casual like from a public figure with a massive following?

Kaia couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty. Was this how it was going to be from now on? Constantly wondering if something as simple as a like could mean more?

She quickly locked her phone and threw it onto the bed, trying to shake off the nervous excitement that had crept up on her.

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Soo Here is another Story But this time A Charles story. I've had this idea for the longest time, I always wanted to do something with The Kardashian-Jenner family and As far as I know no one has done it so here it is. Let me know what you think and if you want to be added to the taglist or my main taglist.

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[meep-moops-stuff]

Safe and Sound - Sidney Crosby x Reader

Y/n gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove back to her apartment, her vision blurred with tears. The pit in her stomach hadn’t gone away since lunch.

A group of guys in her grad school classes—had been staring at her again. Their lingering eyes, the smirks, the way they whispered to each other as she passed by. It made her skin crawl.

She hated how it made her feel. Small. Exposed. Dirty.

Her phone rang through her car’s Bluetooth, and she nearly jumped. Sidney.

She sniffled and wiped at her cheeks before answering. “Hey, Sid.”

The second he heard her voice, he knew. His voice softened instantly. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

She let out a shaky breath. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

Sidney didn’t believe that for a second. “Y/n,” he murmured, his voice full of concern. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

She bit her lip, her fingers tightening on the wheel. “It was just—in class, some guys… they were looking at me. Like—like I was—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.

Sidney went silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was low, controlled—but furious. “They made you uncomfortable.”

She nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. “Yeah.”

Sidney inhaled deeply, trying to keep his anger in check. The last thing she needed right now was for him to lose it. “Okay, baby girl,” he said gently. “Listen to me. After practice, I’m coming to get you. You’re staying with me tonight.”

Y/n’s breath hitched. “Sid, you don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

She felt the guilt creeping in, her anxiety spiking. “I’m being too much, I always need something, I—”

“Stop.” His voice was firm but still gentle. “You are not too much. You are never too much for me.”

Her lip trembled. “But—”

“No buts, baby girl,” he cut her off. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, okay? You’re gonna go inside, take a nice hot shower, and pack a bag. I’ll be there soon.”

She swallowed, her tears still slipping down her face. “Okay.”

“That’s my good girl,” Sidney murmured. “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

They hung up, and as soon as Sidney put his phone down, his entire demeanor shifted. His jaw clenched, his fingers curling into fists. Without thinking, he grabbed his phone again and slammed it into his locker with a loud bang.

The room went silent.

Kris Letang, who had been nearby, raised an eyebrow. “Jesus, Sid. What the hell was that?”

Sidney ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily. “Y/n,” he muttered, his voice tense.

Kris’s expression darkened. “What happened?”

Sidney clenched his jaw, his hands still balled into fists. “Some guys in her classes were looking at her. Making her uncomfortable.”

Kris exhaled sharply, “you going to be with her now?”

Sidney started to grab his keys and jacket, “yeah why? Should I not?”

Kris sighed and pointed to the door, and Sidney remembered he agreed to do a media interview.

He sighed, dropping his hands to his side and closing his eyes.

“I’m canceling. I’m going to see her.”

Kris whistled lowly while crossing his arms and leaning back in his locker stall.

“You’re one brave man doing this.” He added.

Sidney shot him a look before opening the door and walking past the reporters, all throwing questions out at him.

He made it out to the hallway, the voices echoing the more he walked further down the hall.

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Y/n let the hot water run over her as she stood in the shower, her arms wrapped around herself. The apartment was silent, but her mind was anything but.

She kept replaying the way they had looked at her, the way their eyes lingered, the low murmurs she couldn’t quite hear but knew weren’t anything good.

Her stomach twisted, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shake the feeling.

After she finished, she dried off, slipping into a pair of sweats and an oversized hoodie before grabbing her overnight bag.

She moved on autopilot, folding clothes neatly, tucking in her essentials. The quiet made everything feel heavier, but before she could get lost in her head again—

Knock, knock.

She froze. Then—

“Baby girl, it’s me.”

The tension in her chest eased just a little. She rushed to the door, unlocking it quickly. The moment she pulled it open, Sidney was there. And without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms.

Y/n exhaled sharply against his chest, her fingers curling into his jacket as he held her tightly. Sidney could feel the way she trembled, and it made his stomach ache.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m right here.”

She nodded against him, eyes shut tightly. He didn’t let go—not until she loosened her grip first. When she finally stepped back, he glanced down at the bag by her feet.

She bent down to grab it, but Sidney beat her to it, effortlessly slinging it over his shoulder.

“Sid, I can carry it—”

“I know,” he said, giving her a soft look. “But I’ve got it.”

She sighed, but there was no point in arguing.

The drive to his mansion was quiet. Y/n stared out the window, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. Sidney kept sneaking glances at her, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. He hated seeing her like this—anxious, quiet, scared.

When they finally arrived, he helped her inside, placing her bag in the foyer before leading her toward the kitchen. Without a word, she hopped onto the counter, curling her legs up as she watched him move.

Sidney filled the kettle, moving with the same quiet care he always did when she wasn’t feeling her best. It wasn’t long before he placed a warm mug of tea next to her.

But instead of stepping away, he moved between her legs, his hands resting on her thighs.

Y/n sniffled, looking down at her tea. “Thank you, Sid.”

Sidney tipped her chin up gently, his eyes searching hers. “You don’t have to thank me, baby girl.”

She swallowed, her fingers curling around the mug. “I hate feeling like this.”

His brows furrowed. “Like what?”

She hesitated before whispering, “Like I can still feel them staring.”

Sidney’s jaw clenched, his hands squeezing her thighs protectively. “You’re safe now, sweetheart.”

She nodded, but he could tell the unease hadn’t fully left her.

So he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I know you’re uncomfortable and scared, but I’m here now”

Y/n closed her eyes, letting herself sink into his warmth.

“I’m not used to this. To having someone like you help me when I’m scared or upset. I’ve always done it on my own” she confessed.

Sidney closed his eyes, bringing her head to his shoulder as he cradled the back of her head.

“I know baby girl,” he whispered. “But let me take care of them, ok? What are their names?”

Y/n’s head shot up, staring at him with wide eyes.

She chuckled and shakes her head, “no nope no. I’m not giving you their names. I can handle it myself.”

Sidney chuckled, letting go of her thighs and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh you can?” He asked, his eyebrows raising.

Y/n sat up straighter, matching his posture with her arms.

“Yeah I can. I can even take them on physically”

Sidney threw his head back laughing, uncrossing his arms and wrapping them around her.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” he murmured against her temple as he pressed a kiss to it.

And for the first time all day, she finally felt like she could breathe.

[akanemnon]

Okay, here's a question that isn't really releted to what currently is going on, but something I've been curious about...

As it's been made clear, Frisk has gone through numerous Pacifist runs and resets... but what about Kris? Have they experienced resets too or relived same groundhog day/week? (at in a way to say the Player playing previously released chapters during the wait for next one?)

Deltarune is different from Undertale due to the fact that it has multiple save files. I like to think that Kris does relive the events of these Chapters, but the events that CAN play out are all happening at the same time, essentially. The path that the Player actually CHOOSES TO GO ON is clearer for Kris. The ones that CAN happen are more of a blur to them. Like a hazy vision. It's a confusing mess for them, for sure.

[imaginecolby]

a tiny scare || c.b.

summary: while on an investigation with sam and colby, you decide to play a harmless prank on them requested by anonymous. imagine this taking place during the video snc did at celina's home.

“alright, that was the main house. i’m gonna take you guess to the guest house now.” celina said. kris followed closely behind her, then sam, and you and colby were bringing up the rear. 

“you doing okay?” colby asked you, draping his arm over your shoulder. 

“yeah! i think being with such a big group has settled my nerves.” you said, leaning into his side. this was your first investigation trip you’d taken with sam and colby in a good while, so you’d been a bit nervous.

“good. i don’t want to put you you in anything that may make you uncomfortable.” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

you arrived at celina’s guest house, after a bit of a trek through the woods. 

“alright, one of us has to explore the woods alone tonight.” sam blurred out, camera flipping towards the dark expanse of woods. silently, everyone placed their fingers on the tips of their nose. unfortunately, you didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late.

“aw, dammit.” you sighed, stomping your food. “i need to just start leaving my hand on my face for times like this.” you joked.

you walked around celina’s guest house for a bit while she showed you around, and telling you about experiences she’d heard her friends tell her about. you had a bit of an uneasy feeling while you walked around, but it subsided.

once you were done in the house, the five of your stepped out onto the porch. you all stared silently out into the woods. 

“you don’t actually have to go, if you don’t want to.” sam said, putting down the camera.

“no, it’s okay. i came on this trip to have the experience, and this is part of it.” you said, taking the extra camera from colby. you turned it on, along with the light, and made your way into the forest. 

as you walked deeper and deeper into the trees, your group getting smaller and quieter the more you walked. you were scared at first, mainly due to you being alone in the woods.  but after a while, you started to feel a bit more comfortable. there was really no paranormal reasons for you to be scared, and you were felling a bit of comfort being able to talk to the camera in front of you. you were no longer vulnerable, and actually feeling quite good.

so good, in fact, you decided you were going to play a little prank on your friends. by this time, you were already far enough out of ear shot that they wouldn’t hear you talking to the camera.

“yeah, like i said. i don’t really think anything is out here. or, at least not anything that wants to talk to me.” you said to the camera. “that being said, im in a silly goofy mood, and i want to get everyone back for making me do this.” you laughed into the lens. you took a few more steps before stopping you took a deep breath, entirely filling your lungs before letting out the loudest scream you could muster up. you stood there for a bit before you started to make your way out of the woods. the closer you got to the clearing where the guest house was, you heard your name being called. you put on your best “scared” expression before you were met with colby’s face. his face was pale white, and his eyes were as wide as golf balls.

“oh no, now i fell bad.” you thought to yourself as he pulled you into his arms. 

“oh, im so glad you’re okay! we heard this scream, and we didn’t know if that was you.” he said, peppering kisses along your cheeks and forehead. “did you hear it?” he asked, hands still flush against your cheeks. you swallowed hard before answering. 

“no? it was dead silent the whole time i was out there.” you lied through your teeth. 

“seriously? you didn’t hear anything? it was the loudest scream ever.” sam said to you, the camera pointing in your direction. you just shook your head, committing to your lie. 

the rest of the night everyone was on edge. you for a different reason from the rest of the group, but still.

a few weeks passed, and you were sitting in the living room of sam and colby’s house, a book in your lap while the boys were editing. they were editing the video you filmed at celina’s home. you were startled out of the chapter you were reading when you heard colby calling out for you upstairs.

“down here!” you called back, setting your book down. “what’s up?” you asked as he sat on the couch with you. he handed you his phone, pressing play on the video that was on his screen. you stared down at your face smiling back at you, the clip of your scream beginning to play. colby looked at you without saying anything, swiping to the next video on his phone. it was a clip from sam’s camera, footage taken at the same time as yours. he pressed play, the same scream heard in the background. you avoided his gaze, knowing that you would fold as soon as you opened your mouth.

“you wanna tell me what this is?” he asked, and you just shook your head.

“i think you already know.” you said quietly, suppressing a laugh.

“why would you do this to me? i've been worried about you the whole time since we been back, thinking that something happened to you that you’ve been avoiding talking about.” 

“i’m sorry.” you spilled. “i felt guilty as soon as you came up to me that night, but i didn’t want to admit to it at the time.” you laughed uncomfortably. “but that’s what you get when you play nose goes without calling nose goes!”

colby just laughed and rolled it eyes. “you've been with me long enough to expect that from us.” 

“yeah, but it’s still not fair when you don’t actually call nose goes.” 

“okay, but we told you that you didn’t have to do it if you didn’t want to.” 

“but then i wouldn’t have been able to plan my devious prank.” you laughed.

“oh, okay.” he said sarcastically.

“i didn’t mean to worry you.” you said, taking his hand in yours. “i really just meant for it to be a harmless little jokey joke.” 

“it’s okay. i just felt like i need to protect you. i know you don’t need my protection, but i always want to be there for you. especially when you may have been going through something that happened while i was around, or during an investigation. i’d feel responsible, and so guilty.” he said.

“i know, and i hear you. i will always appreciate that you’re always quick to want to protect me.”

“i love you.” he said, lifting your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“i love you.” you repeated, flashing him a smile. he leaned over and pressing a few kisses to your lips before getting up from the couch and leaving you back to your book.

[writtenbyan-aries]

∶ Prompt: Sam as a Vampire and Colby is your best friend.

∶ Summary: After weeks of feeling like you're being watched, everything comes together when you're stuck working at the club on Halloween night.

∶ Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, vampire!Sam compels stripper!reader, mentions of alcohol, bloodsucking/drinking, semi rough/forceful actions, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), slight name calling (cute and dirty), general filth

∶ Word count: 4.4k | Not really edited

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"I've felt like I've been.. " you lean in towards Colby and lower your voice, "watched.. these last few weeks."

He gives you a concerned look, and you shake your head, "I don't know if it's just my nerves about working on Halloween or what, but.."

You lean back, taking a sip or your coffee and look up as Colby as he starts talking, "It sucks that you're working on Halloween. We could have gone to Kris' party."

You shrug, "I was just going to stay home honestly, but at least I'll be ma-" you pause you see the same guy you've been seeing these past few weeks in flashes, and when you look back again, he's gone.

"What?" Colby asks turning around quickly, "Who was it?"

You shrug, "I don't know. I feel like I've been seeing this same blonde guy at least once a day, but I don't know."

He turns around, "That one?" He ask while pointing to someone who is definitely not the same guy you saw. You shake your head, "No, no." You grab your coffee, "Maybe I'm just going crazy."

"That happened a while ago, so I think you're okay." Colby laughs as he smiles at you. You roll your eyes, "Yeah, uh huh."

You can help but look for him. You've seen enough of him to memorize his face, but you don't see him unless he wants you to.

You get this feeling to look over at the window, and when you do, there he stands. Kinda tall, blonde messy hair, piercing blue eyes, but when you blink he's gone again.

"Colbs, Do you believe in the supernatural stuff?" You ask catching him kind of off guard, "Like what exactly?"

You shrug, "I don't know, like the general ghosts, demons.." you pause, "vampires?"

"Vampires? Seriously?" He laugh, "now I think you're overdoing it."

You chew on your lip, your mind racing to try and figure out who this guys is. Racking your brain to see if you remember him at all from a past time, but nothing rings a bell.

"Oh shit." Colby groans, "I gotta go. I have to meet someone to show them around." You look at him confused, "Yeah, someone new at school, I got assigned

You nod, "I'll let you know how tomorrow night goes."

You sit there for a few minutes, laughing at yourself when you think vampires exist, "Yeah, right." You get up and walk out, making your way home.

As you're walking down the sidewalk, in the middle of the day, mind you, you feel like you're being followed. You try to shrug it off, but at the same time, you had the same instinct to just sprint home.

You look over your shoulder, and it's just general people walking and talking on their phones, which still kind of makes you nervous.

You keep walking, picking up the pace until you reach the door to your apartment building. You unlock it and quickly shut it behind you, looking out the window for a few seconds before making your way up the staircase.

The feeling doesn't go away until you step inside your apartment, locking it immediately. You let out a sigh, jumping when you hear the tv turn on, "Oh my god."

You walk over, staring at it as you try to remember if you left it on when you left this morning? Your brain has been nothing but a big blur lately, apparently.

As you switch it off, there's a figure behind you which makes you jump and the remote naturally leaves your hand, "fuck!"

You pull out your phone and call Colby who answers right away, "What's up?"

"I swear to god someone was in my apartment." You look around, goosebumps rising on your arms, "Colby, I'm telling you there's something going on and I'm fucking scared."

"I'll be right there. Just sit down, breathe. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay. Okay." You turn and your reflection in the mirror causes you to jump and gasp.

"What happened?" Colby asks on the other end of the phone and you laugh, "My reflection just scared me."

You can hear Colby snicker, trying to keep himself from picking on you because he knows you're actually freaked out, "also just stay away from mirrors for now."

"Yeah yeah. See you soon."

"See you soon."

You decide to get ready for work, kind of take your mind off things. As you're curling your hair, you hear your door unlock.

"Colbs?" You call out, "That you?"

The door closes, but there's no answer.

"Colby?" You call out again as you sit your curling iron down, "Colby I swear to god if you-"

Colby jumps in front of your bedroom door with a slightly loud, "Boo!"

"Fucking.. asshole!" You say as you playfully hit him, "Why? Why would you do that?" He laughs and shakes his head, "I had to. I had to." He grabs your arms, "I had to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

You roll your eyes and sigh, "Can you just please.. check my house?"

He looks around, "You literally have two rooms, here." He motions to the living room that connects to the kitchen, "And there." He points to your bedroom and you glare at him.

"Fine. I'll check under the bed." He waves his hands around while laughing and walks into your room. You go back to finishing your hair while he looks.

He stands back up, "All clear."

You look at him in the mirror, "Can you just hang out with me until I'm ready to go to work?" He smirks slightly, "Yes. I'll hang out with you until you're ready to go take your clothes off for strangers."

Colby never really like the idea of you being a stripper, but hey. It's putting you through college.

"For money, dummy." You wag your iron at him, "For the money."

He mocks you and walks over to lean down beside you, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror, "You don't even need all that.." he's referring to your makeup but you sigh, "I know. I don't like it either but it's how I'm putting my self through school, Colbs."

He fights back a smile, "Yeah, yeah." He walks back over, plopping down on your bed, "So what skimpy little outfit are you wearing tonight?"

"Why so you can sit at home and be jealous?" You tease as you turn around to face him. He mocks you and sighs, "Yes."

You laugh and walk over to your closet, "Devil tonight. Vampire tomorrow."

"Mm. Okay." He pulls out his phone and you gasp, "Did I call you away from showing that person around?"

He shakes his head and drops his phone onto his chest, "Never showed."

You frown slightly, "Oh. I'm sorry." He shrugs, "Not my fault if he doesn't know where to go on Monday."

You smile and throw on a sweatshirt, "Are you staying here or?" He nods, "Yeah, I'll be here when you get done stripping."

You roll your eyes, "Colby."

"Sorry. Sorry." He holds his hands up in defense, "call me if you need anything." You nod and smile at him, "I always do."

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"Guy at the stage wants a lap dance from you, y/n."

You look around, focusing on the guy that's staring at you. Kinda older, but looks like he has money so you put on a smile and walk over to him, "Hey there, heard you were looking for me."

He nods and holds up a fifty, "Whatever this will get me."

You lean down, snatching the money from his grasp, "one song."

You move around, turning to face the stage as you sit on his lap. You move your body to the song, grinding down on him, disgusted that his raging boner is poking you, but you try to ignore it.

You worked in a strip club, so you always had eyes on you no matter what, but right now it felt different.

You did a scan of the room, only to go back to those eyes that were looking at you through the coffee shop window today.

His stare stayed on you. You don't even think he blinked.

You don't know this, but the man you're looking at is a cold blooded killer and his next target is the guy you're sitting on.

You look away, focusing on getting to the end of this song, but his eyes are still on you as he stays in the same spot.

The song ends and you say your little spiel to the customer and take off walking towards where the stare was coming from, but once you reach the couch, it's empty.

You shake your head and go to the back, getting your phone out of your locker. You go to call Colby, but he would just make you leave and you needed the money.

You sigh and toss your phone back into your bag and walk over to the mirror. You fix your little headband

That holds your sparkly little devil horns and walk back out.

You don't see him for the rest of the night.

You unlock your door and walk in. Colby is laying across your couch and tilts his head back to look at you, "Soooo. How did it go?"

You try to hide your smirk and shake your head, "two k."

He jumps up off the couch, "Huh?!"

You lay your money on the counter, "You heard my words." He walks over, mouth still open, "Shut the fuck up."

"I also seen that guy again, he watched me give some older guy a lap dance and when I went over to confront him, it's like he vanished into thin air."

"Whoa wait." He shakes his head and closes his eyes before looking at you, "He was there? Why didn't you call me?"

"I was going to, but then I knew you'd probably just get me to come home early and then I wouldn't have this.." you smile and tilt your head towards the stack of bills.

He purses his lips, "You know.. you know me better than I thought."

You close your eyes as you shrug and open them to look at him, "Duh."

"I might come in tomorrow, you know. Just to give myself something to do. Get a lap dance by a sexy vampire." He teases and you shrug, "As long as you have-"

Suddenly there's a loud bang and it sounds like glass shattering from inside your bedroom. Your eyes meet Colby's as he looks at you, "Now do you believe me?"

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"Oo, look at you." Violet says as she walks in, "you mean business tonight, girl." You smile as you look yourself over in the mirror once more.

You slicked your hair back, threw on a Lacey black one piece with fishnets and added a cape that stops right above your ass.

"I do look good don't I?" You pull up your phone, taking a picture to send to Colby,

You: How much do you think I'll make tonight?

Colby starts typing and quickly responds,

Colbs: An easy ten k.

You laugh and get ready to go out on the floor.

"Hi, how are you?" You ask one of the guys sitting by the stage. You run your hand over his chest, leaning down to bite the dollar bills in his hand. You pluck them from your teeth and walk in front of him, bending down so your boobs are slightly in his face.

When you look up, your smile fades as you see the blonde guy sitting at a table, watching you as he sips a drink.

You stand up, walking towards him when Colby walks in. You look back at the guy and he's gone.

"Hey." You smile and turn towards him. He looks you up and down, raising an eyebrow as he smirks, "I just came to see if you were good."

You nod, "I'm good. I should be done here in like two, three hours give or take."

He looks around and nods, "Alright. I'll come over after the Halloween party."

"You're going? Good!" You smile and push his shoulder, "can't wait to hear all about it."

"I wish you could come." Colby said with a sigh and you nod, "No I know. Since I'm here I wouldn't mind going."

He chuckles, "See you later." You hold your hand up as you watch him leave and you turn around, jumping when you finally come face to face with the blonde.

"Hi." He smirks, "You got time for a private dance?"

You wanted to say no, but you felt like you needed to do it, "You got the money?"  He holds up a wad of hundreds and it makes you eyebrows twitch, "Follow me."

You take his hand into yours and lead him back the dimly lit hallway to a red lit room. You turn around, going to say something but he's not there.

You blink a few times, getting ready to just say fuck it and leave, but he walks around the corner, pulling the curtain shut, "Sorry. Had to get a drink."

You nod slowly, "Um okay."

You motion for him to sit on the loveseat and he does, setting his drink down on the little table beside it. He rests his hands by his legs and tilts his head as his eyes scan up and down your body, licking his lips as he takes it all in.

"You're the hottest one here." He says just loud enough for you to hear and you can feel your cheeks heat up. You look at him and he tilts his head, "Come here."

You immediately go over to him and sit on his lap. His hands lightly brush up and down your arms and you bite your lip, "Um ... you're actually not su-"

"Stop talking." He commands and you shut up. Almost like an invisible zipper is slapped over your lips. He leans up, looking deep into your eyes, "We're going to have a little fun, okay?"

You nod, still unable to speak. You don't know what's happening, but you're excited.

And he knows it.

He brushes hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, "You don't know me, y/n. But I'm Sam. Talk."

"Hi Sam." You smile slightly.

"You're such good girl, aren't you?"

You nod, "Anything you want me to be, Sam."

The confusing control Sam had over you was overpowering.

"Ah, anything?" He smirks and shakes his head, "Can you be a little slut for me, y/n?" Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes and you nod before kissing him.

His hands slide up and down your bare back under the cape, dragging his nail down which makes your back arch and push your chest onto his.

"Did you like that? Do you like pain, y/n? Be honest with me." He tilts his head back slightly, waiting for your answer.

You nod, "I do like pain." He smirks, "That's great because I need you to tilt your head for me because I'm fucking thirsty."

You comply, tilting your head as soon as he says it. He brushes your hair from your neck, studying the spot his fangs will puncture, "You chose the best night to wear this costume, baby."

He licks his lips before he leans down, fangs popping out before biting your neck. You let out a low moan, gripping onto his button up as tight as you can.

You let out a breathless moan, "Sam.. S-Sam." You whimper as he continues to suck yourself blood, groaning as he rips his head back, "You taste so fucking good."

He grips your chin, "Look at me." You open your eyes and look into his, you couldn't really tell his eyes were red because of the red lights in the room.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"Fuck me." You say with zero hesitation, "Please."

"Polite too, I like it." He smirks and pulls you in to kiss you. This time it's rough and he flips you in a very quick motion, so that your back is flat against the couch.

His hand grabs up your thigh, brushing over your thingy covered pussy, "Someone is fucking turned on. Mm." He hums as he watches your face twitch as he dips two fingers into you.

"You're going to feel so good on my cock, do you want my cock in you? Be honest." His eyes stay on yours and you whimper out a small, "Yes, I want your cock, baby."

You're putty in his hands, literally.

Sam can make you do anything he wants, luckily, he's just being nice right now.

"In a minute, babe. I want to make you cum first." He thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy, biting his own lip to the sound of how wet you really are.

"Do you want to cum?" He asks brushing hair off your forehead, "Tell me."

"Yes, yes. Fuck yes." You moan out, too loud for Sam's liking.

"Shh, be quiet, baby." Sam shushes you, "Wouldn't want to have to vanish too soon." He leans down, kissing you before leaning up, "Cum."

You're suddenly hit with a wave of pleasure, arching your back off the couch, giving Sam the show he compelled you for.

"That's it, baby." Sam moans out, "Fuck."

He pulls his fingers out, popping them into his mouth as he groans around them, "Tastes better than your blood."

You look up at him, still dazed from your orgasm.

"Come here." He pulls you up into a sitting position and sits next to you, "Give me a dance, sweetheart." You move to straddle him, grinding down on him as you move with the beat.

"Harder." Sam bites his lip as he watches you whine out as the feeling of his Jean covered cock rubbing against your pussy.

"Do you know Colby?" He extends his arms out on the back of the couch, "Answer me."

"Yes. I know Colby." You say though a whimper. He nods, "Mm, Tell me who he is."

"My best friend." You answer quickly as you move to turn around, sitting on his lap with your back pressed against his chest.

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

Sam grabs you face and turns your head to look at him, "tell me the truth." You bite your lip as your eyes stare into his, "I think about him fucking me sometimes."

"Do you?" Sam scoffs, "Do you think he'd fuck you better than me? Answer."

"I-I don't know." You stutter over your words as you feel his fingers on your clit again, "Fuck.

Sam chuckles against your neck, thinking about biting the other side, but decides not to. He needed you just as bad as you do.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me." You whine out as you grind down onto him, "Sam." You whimper out as he slides his fingers back into your soaked cunt.

"Love it when you say my name. Say it again."

"Sam.." you whimper out.

"Moan it while you cum."

Your body is hit with another wave of intense pleasure, "Sam!" You moan out loudly, "Fuck. Fuck."

"Sit on my cock." Sam pushes you to stand up and he undoes his pants, pushing them down before you straddle him, your pussy instantly swallowing him whole.

You dig your nails into his shoulders, moaning as you tilt your head back. Sam pulls your head by your chin to look down at him, "Ride me."

Your hips instantly start to move and a string of moans leave your lips. Sam gasps as you slide up and down his cock, clenching around him every so often.

"fuck me you feel so good." He lays his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as he takes in the pleasure you're giving him. His hand slides up to your neck, squeezing hard.

You whimper at the pain from his thumb pushing onto the bite mark he left, "S-Sam." You whimper out in a squeak.

"Keep going." He groans as he stares into your eyes, "Fuck." He loses his grip, "You aren't crazy. I've been watching you for all those weeks." He licks his lips, getting another craving for your blood but he fights it off, "There's just something about you that keeps me coming back."

You moan at his words and slide a hand onto the side of his neck.

"And I think I know exactly what it is." He leans forward, connecting his lips with yours. Your lips move in a slightly sloppy sync as you can't help but moan.

He leans back slightly, cupping your cheek with his one hand, "Cum on my cock."

You squeeze him with your aching walls, moaning out as you dig your nails into the side of his neck, "fuck, fuck." You throw your head back, overstimulating yourself as you keep riding his cock through your high.

"Tell me where you want me to cum, baby." Sam moans as he feels himself getting close, "Tell me now."

"In my pussy." You moan out quietly, "in my pussy."

"Maybe you are a dirty little slut after all." He hums, "Stop."

You stop riding him and rest in his lap, staring at him while your chest rises and falls quickly.

"Maybe I should have you go home and fuck Colby after me. Or maybe I'll make you forget about all of this." Sam shrugs with a smirk, "I don't know. Maybe I'm not done with you just yet."

He brushes hair from your neck, his eyes ogling the bite mark on your perfect skin, "you look even sexier with those marks on your neck, fuck. Makes me want to cum inside of you again."

H slides his hand around your neck as he pulls you into him for another kiss, "Nah, I'll just wait until I see you next. Stand up."

You stand up and look down at him, watching in a confused daze as he pulls his pants back up. He stands up, gently brushing his fingers against your cheek, "I really hate to do this, but.."

"Do what?" You ask looking up at him. He sighs planting a kiss on your lips before cupping your cheeks, "when I leave, forget about me and everything we did until your eyes meet mine again. If people ask about your neck, tell them it's makeup done up by a coworker." He kisses your forehead and is gone within seconds.

You're looking around, confused on how you got back to the private room in the first place. You shake your head and walk back out to the floor.

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"Hey." You smile at Colby as you walk in the door, "How was the party?" You set your bag on the counter and look over at him.

He sits up on the couch and shrugs, "Kinda lame actually. I don't know, I was worried about you and your invisible stalker."

You tilt your head, wincing as you get a slight pain in your neck. Colby walks over and lean on the counter. His facial expression changes when he sees the bite and bruising on your neck, "Y/n? What the fuck is that?"

His eyes go wide as he moves your hair, "Um."

"It's just makeup, Colbs. One of my coworkers did it for me."

"That's actually kinda scary. Sick, but scary. Holy hell." He keeps examining it until you turn towards him, "It's makeup, it'll wash off in the shower."

It's like you were a record player, or some sort of machine, programmed to say specific things.

"Did you drink tonight?" He asks resting his chin in his  palm. You nod, "I had two before I left. But I feel fine." You lie, your legs were aching, but you just called it up form working two busy days in a row.

"Uh huh. Okay, well you go get a shower and I'll get the popcorn and stuff ready." Colby stands up and walks over to the cabinet and you make your way into the bathroom.

The next morning, you wake up, in slightly more pain than last night, "Wow. I must have worked hard." You laugh at yourself and get out of bed, making your way to the kitchen for coffee.

Your phone goes off, and you know it's Colby so you answer it right away, "Hello?"

"Wow you're up early." He laughs. You shake your head, "Don't push it." You laugh and take a sip of your coffee, "What's up?"

"Me and a friend were thinking about going to see that new movie that came out yesterday and I want you to come."

You smile at his words, "Yeah. I just need to get ready."

"Okay so see you in three hours." He jokes and you sigh, "Get it right. It's more like an about and a half."

He laughs, "Well be over, I have Sam with me too if that's okay. He's who I was supposed to show around but he got the dates mixed up. It's all good now."

"Yeah, no that's fine. See you when you get here." You hang up and tap your finger against your mug, "Sam. Sam. Sam."

That name for some reason rings a bell, you just don't know what bell. You shrug and shake your head, brushing it off as you walk into your room to get ready.

A little while later, you hear Colby unlocking the door and he calls out, "Hey hey. We're here."

"Give me a second." You call out applying the last coat of mascara. You throw your hair up in a bun and grab your coffee mug before walking out.

"Sam this is y/n. Y/n. This is Sam." Colby introduces you two and as soon as you look up and meet Sam's eyes with yours, the memory of what happened last night hits you and your empty mug slips from your gasp, shattering into pieces on the floor.

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[keylee]

After lots of hard work and a lot of consideration, may I present to you the rewritten version of my AU!

This sums up a lot of what it’s about (very fluffy but also angsty), and it’s had a lot of changes! Let me know what you think! Details will be below as well. ^w^

Now that the story/rough idea of the plot is out of the way, here’s some doodles.

Also the reason why he’s always seen drooling is due to when he first started panicking near the start of those three years (after Kris and their friends vanished) and started thrashing around in the strings, which got him completely tangled up, including some strings wrapping around his throat and causing damage (hence the drool and struggle to speak, though he mostly can’t speak because of the corruption and memory loss).

More details I feel I need to mention are:

If you like this AU and want to see more of it, feel free to ask questions here on this post or in my ask box, I’m happy to answer anything! :D

If you feel that the premise of my AU is similar to yours or someone else’s, please keep in mind that I did not copy directly off of anyone, but took inspiration from the Spamton/Deltarune/Addison fan community as a whole. If you find some things in this to be similar to another artist or writer please keep in mind that it is not intentional, I read a lot of Deltarune fanfiction and I frequent on Tumblr so it all just blurs together in my brain LOL. :’)

The Addison’s names in my AU are as follows:

Pink Addison = Link

Blue Addison = Reen

Orange Addison = Mac

Yellow Addison = Flash

Spamton NEO is very large in this AU (as you can see in the doodles), and though I believe I mentioned him being 10ft in an earlier post about this AU (before I had changed the story), I’m not too certain on exact heights and scaling just yet, bear with me. ;v;

ONE MORE THING!!

I really need help with naming this AU/Version of Spamton, whatever you want to call it, so if you have any ideas please let me know! ^^

Anyway, I’d love to hear feedback! I hope you guys like it!

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 51/?

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Jazz knew she had to take advantage of her element of surprise.

The moment she entered the portal, she had the boo-staff poised and ready. She looked for the color teal, knowing Maddie was the biggest threat between her and Jack. Jazz hit Maddie with all her strength in the back, making the older woman falter and fall.

“Maddie,” Jack yelled. He took out a Fenton blaster and shot at Jazz. He missed by a mile.

When Maddie hit the floor, there was a metallic clunk. She had a thermos—a thermos that most likely had Danny in it.

“Get the thermos,” Jazz told Jason as soon as he appeared through the portal, “Danny’s in there!”

Jazz was glad that Jason did what she said without question. He got the thermos and tucked it into his jacket.

“Spooks! They brought ghost allies,” Jack yelled when he saw Batman and Nightwing step through the portal. They wasted no time. Batman tackled Jack, who barely staggered backward. Nightwing hit him with his escrima sticks a few times, electricity crackling.

Still, Jack didn’t fall. Instead, he ran up the portal and used his fingerprint to lock it, barring their escape. Jason cursed and tried to go up the stairs to leave the basement. Jack got in the way and opened his arms, covering the exit. Jason stopped and turned, trying to find a different exit and to keep the thermos safe from these monsters.

Nightwing ran toward the bigger man and hit him over the head. Jack turned around with a nine-tail with his face on it. Nightwing didn’t pause; he kicked Jack on the head, and the man finally staggered and fell.

“You’ll regret that, ghost scum,” Maddie yelled. She had recovered quicker than Jazz would’ve liked. Maddie took out her double-bladed beam sword and twirled it around coiling to strike Nightwing and Jason. Jazz readied her boo-staff. She went to fight Maddie head-on, knowing well she was no match for the more experienced woman, but she had to try. A dark blur suddenly attacked Maddie.

Talia kicked Maddie in the gut, sending her flying against the wall.

“Ugh, Maddie.”

Jack got up and went to help his wife.

“You ghost scums kill our children and take over their bodies, and now you’re attacking my wife,” Jack cried out while readying a smaller Fenton blaster right at Jazz.

Jazz couldn’t take it anymore.

“We didn’t kill anyone! We’re your children—the ones you neglected, the ones you exposed to ectoplasm from a young age without protection. You killed Danny, and when he miraculously survived, even if only halfway alive, you attacked him and tried to destroy him completely!”

Jack aimed at Jazz and was about to pull the trigger. Instinct took over. Jazz took out Danny’s kris and threw it. All those lessons with Jason had sharpened her aim. It hit Jack between his eyes, and the man fell.

Jazz had just killed her father.

“No, Jack!”

Maddie got up, ready to attack Jazz. Talia got in the way and stabbed a sword through Maddie’s abdomen. Maddie stared at the sword in disbelief as she choked on her blood.

“You shouldn’t have attacked my own,” Talia whispered. That was the last thing Maddie heard as her world went dark.

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Bruce watched Jason take a crying Jazz into his arms, hugging her tightly. The thermos was nestled between them.

The dagger was still between Jack Fenton’s eyes.

Nightwing was looking between Bruce and Jason with a worried frown on his face. Bruce ignored his eldest and walked toward Talia, who was cleaning her sword clean of blood.

“They didn’t have to die,” he told her.

Talia frowned at him, disbelief coloring her face.

“Don’t be naïve, Bruce. If we had let them go, they would’ve hunted down Daniel, Jasmine, and Jason. They already succeeded in kidnapping Daniel, and you saw that they were skilled.”

“We could’ve turned them over to the proper authorities or destroyed the portal somehow,” he argued.

“You can’t even keep your enemies locked up while you’re in the same city as them; how would you have ensured the Fentons would stay in prison while you’re in another dimension? Oh, and let’s say we did destroy the portal; what’s to stop them from building a new one?”

“They didn’t have to die,” he reiterated.

“Agree to disagree. And don’t say that to Jasmine. She’s suffered enough.”

Talia went up to Jazz and whispered in her ear. The girl nodded and wiped away her tears.

“We need to let Danny out of the thermos, but I think we need to, you know,” she waved a hand toward the Fenton’s bodies, “hide them.”

“Go upstairs with Jason. Maybe pack a bag of things you want to take with you. I’ll deal with the bodies,” Talia said.

Jason and Jazz nodded and walked upstairs. Bruce didn’t follow them. Instead, he took out a USB drive and plugged it into the Fentons’ computer. He purposely didn’t see what Talia was doing.

“This is not how I thought this was going to end,” Dick said as he walked toward Bruce. He stared at Bruce as he cracked the codes the computer had. He saved all the files to the USB drive when he got in.

“Is this really necessary?”

“Knowledge is power. We have just discovered another dimension of beings we know nothing about. They may have been prejudiced, but they had some knowledge. We might as well use it.”

Dick said nothing, but Bruce could feel his disapproval.

Bruce ignored the noises Talia was making, knowing damned well what she was doing. He wished two human lives hadn’t been lost, but he had to put away his moral code for the moment lest he risked losing his son again.

He couldn’t lose Jason again. He was only human and a selfish one at that.

“I’ve done away with them. I say we burn the place to hide the crime and leave.”

Bruce was about to say something when he heard two young voices. He tensed and ran up the stairs. He opened the door to find a goth girl and a dark-skinned boy wearing a red beanie.

“Jazz, Danny, what happened,” asked the girl. She turned to look at Batman when he went through the doorway, “And who or what is that?”

“Yeah, and why are you so small, dude? What happened these past two days?”

Bruce relaxed when Danny flew toward the two teenagers and hugged them.

“Sam, Tucker, I missed you so much!”

The other two teenagers hugged Danny back, confused.

“We missed you too,” the boy, Tucker, said.

“Dude, what is going on,” Sam asked.

“It’s a long story,” Danny answered while sniffling. “Why don’t you sit, and I’ll tell you?”

I'm sorry if this felt a bit rushed; it's the way the fic wanted to go.

I won't be able to update tomorrow, so don't look for a chapter.

We are approaching the end of this fic, and it feels bittersweet.

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pushing through

The stadium was buzzing with excitement as the US Women's National Team prepared to face their arch-rivals, Canada, in the final match of the tournament. The air was charged with anticipation, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But amidst the roar of the crowd and the palpable tension, my thoughts were focused on my girlfriend. 

Kristie and I had kept our relationship a secret from the world. It wasn't that we were ashamed; we just wanted to keep our personal lives separate from our professional ones. But that didn't stop our hearts from beating in sync whenever we were on the field together. Our chemistry was undeniable, and it fueled our passion for the game.

As the referee blew the whistle to start the match, I could see Kristie across the field, her hair catching the sunlight as she sprinted down the wing. I knew that this game was crucial, and I was determined to give it my all.

Minutes turned into hours as the battle raged on. Our team was defending valiantly, but Canada was unrelenting. I found myself in a fierce one-on-one duel with Canada's star midfielder, Jessie Fleming. She was known for her toughness, and today was no exception. Having played with her in college, I knew the advantages when playing against her were slim so in a desperate attempt to win the ball, I leaped into the air to head the ball, but the collision was brutal.

I felt the impact, sharp and dizzying, as my forehead connected with Fleming's shoulder. For a moment, the world spun, and I saw stars. Panic bubbled within me as I realized the game was still in play. I couldn't let my teammates down.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in my head, I stumbled to my feet, feigning strength, and forced myself to keep running. I couldn't show any sign of weakness. The play continued around me, and I did my best to stay in the game, but my vision was blurry, and the pain in my head was intensifying with each passing second.

I could hear Kristie calling my name, concern etched into her voice, but I couldn't let her worry. I had to prove I could handle this, for her and for the team. As the halftime whistle blew, I headed towards the locker room, praying that some rest would help me recover.

Inside the locker room, Kristie rushed to my side, her eyes filled with worry. "Y/N, are you okay? You took quite a hit out there."

I tried to smile, but it must have looked more like a grimace. "I'm fine, Kris. Just a little dizzy. I'll be back out there in the second half."

She didn't look convinced, but she nodded and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. "Just be careful, okay? I love you."

"I love you too," I replied, my heart aching with gratitude for her understanding.

The second half of the game was a blur. I did my best to contribute to the team, but I was far from my best. Every time I touched the ball, the pain in my head flared up, but I soldiered on.

As the final whistle blew, signaling a hard-fought victory for our team against Canada, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. I had made it through the game, but I knew I needed medical attention. Kristie rushed to my side once again, her concern evident.

"You need to get checked out, Y/N," she insisted.

Despite Kristie's concern and insistence that I get checked out, I stubbornly refused. We have back to back games and I am finally earning my spot to stay part of USWNT and as a starter. 

As we made our way back to the team hotel, I tried to keep up appearances, laughing and joking with my teammates. However, the throbbing pain in my head was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. I could feel the effects of the collision with Jessie Fleming creeping up on me.

At dinner in the hotel, I sat with the team, trying to hide my discomfort. But it didn't take long for my condition to become apparent. Mid-conversation, I suddenly stopped talking, a sharp pain shooting through my head. My vision blurred, and my fork slipped from my hand, clattering onto the plate.

Kristie was the first to notice, her eyes widening in alarm. "Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I tried to respond, but my words came out slurred, and I struggled to stay upright in my chair. Panic began to wash over me as my teammates exchanged worried glances.

Tobin Heath, always quick on her feet, rushed to my side, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. "Y/N, can you tell me your name? What's today's date?" she asked, trying to gauge my level of awareness.

I attempted to answer, but the pain in my head made it difficult to concentrate. "Y/N... Today... um… d-don’t know… hurts" I stammered, my voice barely audible, my thoughts scattered.

Lindsey Horan, recognizing the seriousness of the situation, jumped from her seat and dashed to grab the team's athletic trainer, who quickly began assessing my condition.

The trainer checked my pupils and asked me a series of questions, continuing to evaluate my cognitive function. "Can you tell me where we are right now? Do you remember what happened during the game?"

My responses remained incoherent, and my teammates exchanged worried glances. The room seemed to spin around me, and I leaned heavily on Kristie for support.

"We need to get her to a hospital," the trainer said, her voice filled with concern.

The team sprang into action, surrounding me with support and concern as they guided me to the front of the hotel. Minutes later, I found myself in an ambulance, racing towards the nearest hospital, Kristie next to me, holding my hand tightly.

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📝ENG Translation: 🆕 Bojan Cvjetićanin's interview for May 2024 issue of OnaPlus magazine.

Article written by Daša Mavrič, published in OnaPlus magazine on 03.05.2024. English translation by TT katysmusic77 proofread by IG GBoleyn123.

🗨 Bojan Cvjetićanin, Joker Out: I wasn't at ease on stage for quite a long time

The calendar causes them a lot of issues, Bojan from Joker Out admits in conversation. In one year, the boys experienced things that most of us don't get to experience in our entire lifetime. How can someone avoid mixing up the sequence of events?! Bojan Cvjetićanin is currently in Germany with Kris Guštin, Nace Jordan, Jan Peteh and Jure Maček, where they are recording their third album.

In a long distance conversation he only confirmed his professionalism, which they agreed upon simultaneously with their performance at Eurovision. "We very quickly and unanimously decided to take on the rock'n'roll lifestyle properly; for us to enjoy it, for our fans to enjoy it and to be able to enjoy it for more than a month," Bojan says.

We're talking during your process of recording the album in Hamburg, just before that, you finished the tour. The band members really spend a lot of time together. How has your relationship evolved during all the years of being in a band?

BC: The current line-up is not the original one, we switched two members. But the fact is that the intense band life began two years ago, when both new members had already joined the band. So our common home, so to speak, has only existed for about a year. A lot has changed in fact. I believe we don't even notice all of it, nor do we think about it, because we are together all the time and we filter through the changes regularly.

If I look back, I see that the relationship between us became extremely, extremely tight and a mutual trust has been formed, which can only be built when you spend as much time with someone as we do with each other. The line between our relationships has been blurred. What I'm trying to say is that the line blurred between being a friend, a band member, a colleague, it all became one thing. We are essentially a sort of organism, which evolves and changes together.

The growth of each individual is very dependent on the other four members. We really have been through a lot together; even the biggest moments of shock, which influence our feelings and thoughts, happened to us collectively, we were never alone. We have become very dependant opon one another.

Your pace of life would firstly be ascribed to a professional athlete, rather than a rockstar. And to me it seems you have set out on your career in this way consciously. There's probably no drinking, late nights out?

BC: When we started the first two Europen tours it very quickly became apparent that what we are doing is a lot more serious than people would imagine. At least for us, this is the most fun job in the world, as we get to create and play music for the people who love us. And we love them as well. Together we share these lovely feelings, which is the coolest part of this job. If we want to do this long term and at a high level, we knew that we had to take it seriously.

When you have 22 concerts in one month, you of course think that everyone who bought a ticket to your concert deserves your best performance. When you're living at an extremely demanding pace for a month, late nights out and similar things are a completely unnecessary stress and distraction for your body. We very quickly and unanimously decided to take on the rock'n'rolll lifestyle in a proper way; for us to enjoy it, for our fans to enjoy it and to be able to enjoy it for more than a month.

In the podcast for N1¹ you openly talked about your panic attack. How have you been taking care of your mental health since that episode? ¹You can watch the N1 podcast with English subtitles on our YouTube channel!

BC: This happened to me last summer when, even though I was sick, we played five or six concerts in ten days. Tiredness and probably everything that had happened to us took its toll. After Eurovision, which ended in May, we didn't turn on the emotional part of our brain, because so many things were happening so quickly, we fell into work mode. The combination of all these emotions and events probably mixed together with tiredness and illness. I wasn't really at ease on stage and continued to not be at ease on stage for quite a long time, practically a whole year. But of course to a much lesser extent and less severely. The whole team made sure that it would happen as little as possible. The boys gladly took on the responsibilities for which my presence wasn't necessary and took that burden off my shoulders. I hardly had to deal with the logistics, the bureaucracy and I left it to those, who are better qualified for it. The boys in the band and our team always make sure that everyone feels at their maximum best.

On tours that are behind you, something really fascinating happened, the fans were singing with you in Slovene. We're speaking during your process of recording the new album in Germany. Does it even matter in which language you create music?

BC: On all the tours so far it turned out that for hour and a half, people are singing our lyrics. When some of our friends from Slovenia came to one of the concerts, they really couldn't fathom what was going on, because the people around them were talking in their own languages, but when we started singing, they sang together with us. On stage, we hardly hear any details in the pronunciation through all the noise, so we don't even have the feeling that the people who are singing don't speak Slovene otherwise. We felt very at home throughout all of Europe, which was quite magical.

Regarding the recording of the third album, the songs will be in the languages in which the idea for them was sparked. When it comes to the language in which the song is created, we really don't limit ourselves.

But I can tell you that the majority of the songs will be in Serbian and in Slovene, I doubt there will be more than two, maybe three songs in English.

Who is your favourite to win this year's Eurovision song contest?

BC: To be completely honest, I haven't looked into into this year's contestants a lot. I want to hear the songs for the first time when we watch Eurovision, which will be here in the studio. I was a host at the Eurovision pre-party in Madrid and there I heard some of the songs, but I consciously moved backstage to not hear them in their entirety. I want to experience it with a neutral outlook and base my opinion on what I hear for the first time, and not after I had been listening to a song for three months and maybe even met the artist in person.

But I absolutely strongly believe in our representative Sara. I know that she sings the song live really well. And that's very, very important. I know she has the stage presence, I saw the reaction from the public after her performance in Spain and that reaction was very positive.

For now, Raiven's performance is the only one that I saw in its entirety. I want to experience the rest when Eurovision happens.

How do you look back on your Eurovision experience after one year? You are in fact the first Slovenian representative that really took advantage of it in a completely different way.

BC: Eurovision completely changed our career and our lives. It's interesting that so many things happened to us since last year that we find it hard to perceive time. The calendar represents a big problem for us (laughter). We have problems evaluating what happened three months ago, what happened seven months ago and what happened two years ago. The events get a bit mixed up. If somebody told me that three years have passed since Eurovision, I would believe them.

We had a hectic lifestyle for half a year, we fell into an extremely unique universe, which you can only really believe if you're a part of Eurovision, or if you're an avid Eurovison fan who lives for Eurovision. And there's a lot of them.

Yeah, you fall into some kind of universe and you live in a bubble, completely isolated from your surroundings. We had a blast, we enjoyed it a lot, we met so many wonderful people. Since last year, we saw half of the representatives during the tours and all of them joined us on stage.

We know and we feel, that we did a good job. We are proud of what we have done, proud of what Eurovision enabled us to do. We worked really hard, all of it was very much filled with competitive spirit, but every single moment was worth it. When the opportunity for Eurovision presented itself to us, we knew we would take it full-on, or not at all.