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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ Forbidden - Halloween

Seventh instalment of the forbidden au - lsu!joe x oc

Full AU masterlist here -> ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ Forbidden

Summary: Halloween, the biggest night of the year in the college calendar, hits LSU's campus in the form of a night of partying at the seven deadly fraternities.

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18+ Content. MDNI :). Mentions of drinking, drug use, smoking and sex. ⋆｡˚

Makeup scattered across the floor of the small dorm room. The four of them, Carson, Daisy, Cassie and Bella, were all cramped inside of it as they got ready for the social event of the year.

A playlist of pop princesses, and early 2000's classics sounded out through Carson's beat up speaker. Wine glasses filled with cheap spirits and fruit flavoured mixer sat beside each one of them as the pre-game was well underway. Detailed costumes carefully laid out on the beds in anticipation of being worn. They had spent the whole year waiting for this night to come back around, and here it was staring at them in the face.

Daisy brushed bronzer across her sculpted cheekbones, Cassie dusted glitter across her eyelids delicately, Bella created a black pointed wing from the corners of her eyes and Carson concealed his under eyes. They had been going at it for almost an hour, intense and intricate details of their halloween makeup mixed with juicy conversation. Who was planning on hooking up? Who would get the most drunk? Which fraternity would be throwing the best party? All questions which burned into the mind of every college student across the country at eight pm on Halloween night.

'You meeting up with Joe?' Carson asked as he glanced over the Daisy, looking away from his reflection in the hand held mirror for only a passing second.

'Nope' Daisy shook her head, taking a break from applying her smokey brown eye shadow.

'Why not?' Cassie sung out, a brush painted with peach blush swiping at the apples of her cheeks.

'It's never a planned thing' Daisy sighed, 'It just happens, maybe we will see him and something will happen, but maybe it won't' She tried to explain to them the concept of her and Joe. She tried to get it across that they didn't text each other to schedule plans, they would just text out of the blue and hook up then play the rest of the day by ear. Everything between them was built upon spontaneous fleeting emotion.

'Would you be upset? If it didn't happen, I mean' Cassie's words come out her pale pink lips hesitantly. She was reluctant to ask, not knowing if the response would be short-tempered and brisk.

'No, we're not a thing' Daisy chuckled with a subtle shake of her head.

'Ok' Cassie said in a cheery tone, her shoulders lifting and her head cocking to the the side in a cute manner.

Daisy sat in a silent confusion at the question that appeared seemingly from hollow shadows. Cassie asking a question she had never cared to ponder. Sure, seeing Joe with Abby was a strange sensation, one that tingled up her spine and danced across her tender skin -- goosebumps rippling across the surface. Upset wasn't the emotion she felt though. She couldn't describe the emotion she felt, it was a strange one. Not jealousy, not sorrow and not betrayal but something. Would she feel it again tonight? Probably.

Halloween was the one night of the year where anything could happen. One night stands, mortifying mistakes, blacked out behaviour and dancing with the devil -- sometimes in the literal sense, it was a pretty popular costume. Daisy didn't doubt for a second that Joe would be hunting tonight. That's what the boys called it, she had heard Ja'marr and Justin say it to each other countless times. She hated the term, it made women feel like they were nothing but meat to be slaughtered. Hearts to drain cold. Tonight, Joe may sink his teeth into fresh meat, and Daisy would sit on the side like chopped liver.

The feeling, the one she couldn't place, stirred in her stomach alongside the alcohol. A small gurgle.

This evening on greek row, party goers were either going to hunt or be hunted. An evening of primal sport. Daisy just had to decide what way she was playing. Should she sink her teeth into someone new, did she wait from someone to sink her teeth into her or did she chase a forbidden third option and bite the hanging fruit in the Garden of Eden?

A thoughtful sigh left her pouted lips as she went back to completing the final touches of her makeup. Everyone else in the narrow dorm room knew their plan for the evening.

Cassie would let the guys come to her. She wasn't on the hunt for a man of her own, not since her ex boyfriend had cheated on her. She would indulge in the thrilling entertainment, only if he looked handsome enough. She was picky like that, never settling for less than what she believed she deserved even if it would only last through a drunken night.

Bella was on the prowl. Her pointed claws would sink into the man or woman she picked out of the seven deadly fraternities they would be visiting this evening. A lustful desire burning within her, one she had to fulfil with playfully sexy encounters.

Carson would take the night slow, open to both hunting and being hunted. Although, he imagined the chances of him finding another homosexual man in the fraternities of Louisiana state university could be more difficult than in New York. However, never say never. His main priority was just being allowed entry into the fraternities and having a amusing night beside his girls. Everything else would just be an added bonus.

Daisy still toyed at what to do. Battling thoughts in her brain. An angel on one shoulder, while lucifer sat perched on her other.

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Humble hip hop tunes thumped through the speakers of the fraternity as the boys sprawled across the stained brown couches. Liquor bottles being passed around as they took heavy swigs. A separate pre-game taking place across campus, yet the thoughts between them were eerily similar.

What would his own plan for the evening be?

Joe bobbed his head to the beat of the song as he thought about the options he had tonight. A roster of women strong in his mind. Blondes, brunettes, thick, thin and everything in between. All the women he could want only hours away from his grasp. A world full of scantily clad women in seductive costumes at his fingertips.

'I hooked up three girls in one night last year' The voice of one of his frat brothers sounded out into the room. A sleazy brag that Joe doubted was true. The guy was too ugly and too unimportant to have three women begging on their knees for him. Joe could have three women, if he wanted them, but he didn't.

As of the last two months, he was a one woman man -- well, only if you were only classing physical intimacy. He had been chatting with other women through direct messaging and cringey dating apps, and an odd kiss of another at the early parties before the routine between him and Daisy had settled into place. His options were still open, but Daisy was always the number one pick. The simplest one. The only girl he could guarantee wouldn't start spam calling him and asking him the dreaded 'what are we?' question.

A shot burned through his chest as he tossed his head back. A clenched jaw and eyes screwed shut as his body rejected the sour taste.

Daisy. Daisy. Daisy.

Always top of his current roster. The star player on his field. The star receiver to be specific and crude. That was no different tonight. He had spent the whole day wondering what her costume would be, how tight the top and how short the skirt. Contact between them always minimal when sex wasn't the focus of the conversation. He hadn't heard from her since she left his place two nights ago, but it wasn't like he had reached out either. Crossing paths tonight wasn't a guarantee, that would come down to the twisted will of the universe.

Halloween was set out differently to most places at Louisiana State.

Seven Deadly Fraternities lined the row.

Each house would throw their own rager, going to every length to make sure that their party would be the most memorable of the night. Everyone would come to frat row, but not everyone would be allowed entry into the houses. As disgusting as the tradition was, it was in fact that -- tradition. A group of full guys? You're not getting in unless you're boys with the fraternities members. A group of average looking women? You're not getting in either, not unless you're bringing alcohol or some other substance that could be inhaled or snorted. The ratio had to be perfect, more women than men. Priority going to the brotherhood. A primal and patriarchal festival, one that made the stomach of any moral person turn. Fraternity brothers and college football players were anything but moral people.

Joe had a hand in the organisation of his fraternities party, as did most upperclassman, but the responsibility of keeping the party running fell to the freshman and some sophomore. Upperclassman got to roam to other parties. Joe, Ja'marr and Justin got to take their hunting outdoors.

Daisy would get in every party that she wanted too. Joe knew that.

She was a known character across campus, so he had come to find out in subtle ways. Like when he overheard some freshman water boys at training whispering between each other, talking about how they had seen her on the Jumbotron at the homecoming game. Boyish talk about the things they wanted to do with her, and how they always looked for her pretty face around campus. Or more boldy was the incident with the ruby red haired hookup of Ja'marr. She knew her full name and what she looked like. Joe had asked Ja'marr how the girl knew her when he had a second alone with him.

'Most sophomore girls know miss texas' Ja'marr response had been short and mysterious. Almost like a riddle, like he knew things about Daisy that Joe didn't. Joe had tried to press him for more information but Ja'marr didn't give a word more. He liked watching Joe shift and squirm uncomfortably too much.

Another toss of the head followed by a scorching trickle down his toned chest brought him back to the room.

The night ahead was unplanned potential.

Halloween would be built upon spontaneous acts and fleeting yet forceful emotions.

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Blinding back camera lights flashed brightly in the low lit dorm room. Carson and the girls were now all ready to head out the door and too the packed street of frat row. Only a few picture stood between them and the dark sultry night.

They had all gone as animals. A matching group, but still individual.

Cassie was a sweet white lamb. Bella was a seductive black cat. Carson was a mighty grey wolf.

Daisy was a cute brown bear cub. Fluffy fur ears sat on top of her bouncy chestnut hair, and matching wrist cuffs wrapped around her wrists as a subtle nod to paws. A pleated chocolate brown faux leather miniskirt on her waist and some platform dr.Martens on her feet. White socks with a innocent lace thrill poking out. The top was out there. More skin than she ever usually cared for showing.

'If you can't wear it on Halloween, you can't wear it anywhere' Bella had said as she persuaded her to make the more scandalous choice. Carson had drummed out cheers of passionate agreement, and it was hard to argue with a fashion student's opinion.

It was corset like, a rich brown leather material. The difference being the lace to cinch it closer were in the front rather than the back, and the size was pushing the limit of too small. Her usually modest breasts were now pushed together tightly and felt like they were hoisted so high that her chin may touch them. The lace leaving a gap between so most her toned stomach was bare. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt nervous. Never in her life had she worn something so tempting and provocative. Last halloween, she wasn't single and therefore had to suffer through dressing up in a boring full covering costumer. She couldn't tell if the garment made her feel confident or shy.

Only time would tell.

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Fraternity row buzzed with activity, the steady hum of chatter blended with the rhythmic clatter of footsteps and the intense booming of heavy bass filled music. People weaved through the crowds around them as they stared down at the street, both nerves and excitement swirling through there liquor lined stomachs.

Everyone had dressed for the night's occasion. Cliques of women in tight skirts, sultry costumes and high heels moved around arm in arm as they made sure to avoid tripping over the uneven and litter filled ground. Groups of boys stalked the paths with flushed cheeks and alcohol fuelled energy. The open air around was electric. Laughter, screams and cheers already echoing across campus.

Every house had made the effort with decoration, a spooky spectacle out in full force. Cobwebs clung to front porches, draped over white railings and spilling down from windows. Dancing orange lights set the tone of the houses. Carved pumpkins lined the doorsteps, some menacing faces while others had a softer and more feminine touch. Skeleton bones hung from large trees in the front yards, while white fairy lights spiralled over leafless branches. Fake gravestones in the front yard with stupid names etched into them. The whole row had come together in Halloween spirit, a blend of fun and wholesome fright perfectly combining to set the tone for the night ahead.

‘Which house first?’ Bella asked as she tried to gage the opinion of the group.

Everyone takes a different approach on Halloween night, some people start from the house furthest away and then work there way to the beginning. Others take a random order, going off vibe rather than organisation. Daisy knew one thing — she wanted Joe’s to be the last one.

‘That one’ A pointed index finger picked one of the seven deadly fraternities, and off the four of them went. Arms looped in each others. They would take the random approach tonight, and play off which house looked the most lively and vibrant.

Walking up to the fraternity, the four of them could tell the energy inside was buzzing. The front porch was a blur of people, the thumping bass of the music pulsed from within. Party goers spilled out onto the front lawn as did red solo cups. The sickly smell of beer floating around in the air. Groups smoked joints while others smoked cigarettes. The smell of both enough the lightly burn nostrils.

The four of them weaved there way to the front of the queue of people waiting to get in, Bella led the way. Groans from boys and girls in the line about cutting rang out but they didn't care. Most of them wouldn't get into the fraternity anyway.

The doorman was a smiling fraternity brother, dressed up as an actual security guard with some fake blood splashed down the side of his face. When he saw the the three girls his eyes sparkled.

'Yeah, you three in. Wolf guy has to stay outside' The cocky fraternity brother said as he chewed on some gum. The three girls looked between each other. They had been expecting this, the frat bros always wanted to keep other boys out of there places. They were like a weird cult, if you weren't apart of greek life or a woman you weren't getting in.

'Either he comes in or we don't' Daisy said, folding her arms over her torso allowing her boobs to somehow get pushed up even more. The doorman debated what to do in his mind, but his debate is cut short. Another fraternity brother, one more senior to him, comes out behind him. A bottle of corona firmly gripped in his hand.

'Let em' in' He instructs. His eyes looking over all three of the girls and then giving a friendly nod to Carson.

'Thank you, Malik' Cassie's sweet words sound out, and it's now understood that the pair are familiar with one another. The rest of the group don't question how, perhaps they were just friends from a class or maybe he was an old hookup.

Either way, they were into the first house of the night.

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Inside, the house was expectedly packed. The sweet smell of cheap cologne mixed with the slight tang of sweat. The music was louder too, a mix of classic chart toppers and old-school bangers. A full crowd dancing away in the living room. In the kitchen, people huddled around the counter, grabbing the spooky themed snacks or most importantly their drinks. This fraternity had pulled out all the stops to make the night a halloween themed one. Orange and black banners were hanging from every surface they possible could, cobwebs sprawled all over. They had even gone as far as too make sure all the alcohol was coloured red to make it look like blood. It was kind of cute to imagine the characteristically asshole boys coming together to do Halloween decorations.

Daisy and the group got their drinks first. This would be the house where most of the active drinking would take place. This was the house where they allowed themselves to be gluttonous -- filling their stomachs with cheap liquor and some light snacks as to prepare for the other six they would be visiting. They didn't plan on staying here long, just long enough to get themselves tipsy. Most other people seemed to have the same idea, by one am this house would have been ransacked and they doubted that many people would be inside it. Everyone would have moved on to somewhere else.

After around forty five minutes at house one, they felt overly satiated. They indulged heavily in the drinks laid out on the kitchen table, and partook is some sleazy dancing to loosen themselves up.

Then it was time to leave to house number two.

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The second place was a madhouse. The music bared so loudly that it felt like the wall could collapse at any moment, the floor beneath shaking as the heavy bass reverberated through every room. The air was thick with the smell of vapes, weed and pungent alcohol. The overwhelming noise of bottles clinking, shouting and laughter created an atmosphere which was almost dizzying.

In the living room, people were packed in like sardines. The floor was sticky from spilt drinks and a constant buzz of voices sounded out as peoples bodies swayed to the heavy rap beats. Some were grinding while others jumped up and down with reckless abandon. A live DJ was in the centre of the room, propped up on some sort of platform. The chaos was contagious, and everyone was getting pulled into it -- even Joe.

The bass from the music vibrated through him as he stood at the edge of the crazy dance floor, but he kept his focus on the sorority girl in front of him. Her name was Evelyn. Joe had hooked up with her before, in fact he had hooked up with her three times. The dreaded number he never passed because it gave all girls except Daisy the impression that he wanted something serious with them. The impression that he they actually meant something to him. Evelyn was a nice girl, long honey blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes. She stood out in a sea of people, and that's what made her catch Joe's attention again tonight. She leaned into him slightly as she payed attention to every flirtatious word that slipped from his tongue effortlessly. Her soft laughter was a contrast to the thumping rhythm that surrounded them. Joe would lean in also as he tried to hear every sweet nothing she spoke, a crooked but arrogant grin across his flushed face.

She was dressed as a 'slutty' nurse. A tight white uniform which left little to the imagination, but Joe didn't have to imagine what he had already seen and touched three times. Fake blood dripped down her cleavage. Red lipstick decorated her kissable lips. Evelyn was a dangerous but enticing sight. One that was so deeply tempting, the only girl he had seen that had caught his eye. Evelyn had been the top of his roster up until they slept together for the last time, then she went to the bottom. All contact cut as Joe didn't want to risk the complications that could come with her. That had been a couple days before he slept with Daisy for the first time, the afternoon after she had sat down at the picnic bench with them. Seeing Evelyn now put her back at the top, as he was remembering just why he began sleeping with her in the first place.

Evelyn's soft hands rubbed on his bare bicep, a lazy flirting. The tension between them grew, playful and charged. They unknowingly inched closer to each other, and Joe knew the night could turn dark from here on out.

'I heard you're seeing someone' Evelyn pried at Joe for information.

'You heard wrong' Joe's quick to stop the rumour before it can spread more.

'So, if I mention Daisy Moore that means nothing to you' Her name almost stings Joe as he hears it fall from a past flames lips. Rule number two was so far gone, it was an open secret on campus at this point. That wasn't what Daisy wanted, Joe knew that, she didn't want to be only attached to him. Joe didn't really care if people knew he was hooking up with her or not, he did care if women on campus thought he was a taken man.

'It means nothing' Joe confirms to Evelyn, who nods her head with a curled lip. She was happy to know that tonight he was free man, one that she could sink her teeth into. Joe take a swig of his cheap beer. His stomach flipped at the words that left his mouth, a guilty feeling creeping up his spine. His moral compass ticking away inside his chest. He brushed it off and continued flirting with the familiar blonde in front of him.

The kitchen buzzed with laughter, and clinking glasses as a variety of costume covered people would weave there way in and out like flowing water. A red solo cup filled with vodka and lemonade was clung tightly between her fingers as she leaned against the counter. Her focus wasn't on anyone but him. Daisy's eyes focussed on Joe casually leaning into the blonde at the corner of the dance floor, with a grin she knew all too well. It was the grin Joe pulled when he was trying to charm someone. Her stomach twisted in a way she didn't acknowledge. An emotion she repressed because she knew she shouldn't feel it.

The honey blonde woman was laughing, tossing her long hair over her shoulder as she flirted back. Daisy could tell she loved the attention the quarterback was giving her. She watched them for a few moments longer -- more heavy gulp of her strong liquor funelling down her chest with a light burn. There was something about the way Joe tilted his head, the playful glint in his eyes -- it was all too familiar. She could tell there was a chemistry between them, the way they both instinctively leaned in, the way her finger brushed lightly and teasingly against his bare biceps.

Daisy couldn't help but scoff at his costume. A prisoner. The orange jumpsuit tied at his waist, a bloody wife beater on his top half. A casual backwards hat on his head, like he couldn't put the effort in to do he hair. Oh so Mr. Nonchalant. Daisy took another slow sip from her cup.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she watched Joe laugh -- too loud, too easily. Something twisted at her stomach, something like envy. He was leaning in too close now, too lost in the attention of another to notice Daisy's presence. Daisy hadn't been expecting to run into him so soon, but when Justin called out there names as they walked into the house, she knew Joe would be slithering around the room somewhere.

Daisy downed the last of her drink, pushing herself of the counter.

'You know that girl?' Daisy couldn't resist asking Justin about the blonde capturing all of Joe's attention.

'Uh, Evelyn something. Joe and her hooked up a few times before your whole thing' Justin spilled the information hesitantly. He didn't know how Daisy was going to react and he didn't want a mess on his hands.

'Nice' Daisy quipped through tight lips. The whole thing felt anything but nice. Her eyes glossed with alcohol fuelled emotion. She wanted attention, attention from someone. She wanted to feel the way Evelyn was feeling.

She topped up her drink and headed off into the backyard. An almost separate party was taking place out there and she wanted to be involved.

Cassie, Bella and Carson noticed, quickly following her outside. Justin and Ja'marr decided they would as well. No women inside were appealing to their appetites, so they didn't have much to lose.

The backyard of the frat hours was a world of it's own beneath the stars. The flickering glow of string lights above mixed with the bright flashes of purple, green and orange LED lights. The late October night was still warm, but only from the volume of people who scattered the yard. Fog machines pumped out a creepy low mist that swirled across the grass. The scene was almost otherworldly. A hired DJ was playing house and techno tunes in a skeleton costume. People in all sorts of costumes bounced up and down.

Joe and Evelyn had moved close the door of the backyard, standing beside each other in the kitchen. They had come only for a top up of their drinks, but the small conversations of other people in the kitchen take control of Joe's attention. At first when the excitable boys huddled together, he hadn't though much of it -- but then he heard them say her name.

One of the guys was giddy with a cheesy smile, speaking a little too loudly about her to his friends. 'Did you guys see Daisy Moore out there?' he asked, his voice dripping with a shocked tone, like he had seen something so unbelievable.

'She's so fine.' Another one agreed. 'She's clearly the move tonight' He continued. Joe's eyes glanced over to them as he tried not to let Evelyn see. His jaw lightly clenching as the words flowing from the boys mouths. They were suggesting that Daisy was the easy choice for hooking up tonight, like any of them could hook up with her. Maybe in their dreams.

'Bro' One of the guys friends is struggling to keep it together as he laughed at his friends words. 'Daisy's last boyfriend is one of the best receiver's in college football, she's not touching you' Joe smirked as he heard the words, at least one of the guys in the huddle had some sense.

'When she looks that good, I have to try' Joe's smirk drops. The words cut through him like ice, and he could feel his heart rate spike. He grips his drink tighter, fingers tapping on it as he tried to keep his cool. He couldn't go up to them an cause a scene -- that would be social suicide for him and so embarrassing for Daisy. The idea of not only these guys but others trying to flirt with her made his stomach rattle in a way he wasn't expecting. He repressed it. Daisy was just someone he had fun with, a casual thing. Nothing serious. But hearing random dudes talk about her made him feel something he shouldn't in his chest -- a mix of irritation and protectiveness.

He hated the way they seemed to think they all had a chance with her, that she was just someone that could scoop up and have a shot with. She shouldn't be spoken about like that, like how Joe and his friends spoke about other women. Joe gulped at his own realisation. He had to find her.

Daisy was here, somewhere, and according to the random strangers she looked sensational. The not knowing what her costume was or how she was dressed was subtly killing Joe. Other guys eyes had been able to trace her stunning body tonight but his hadn't. Envy banged in his stomach. He had to see her, see if she was really looking as impressive as the boys were saying.

Evelyn had noticed the shift in his demeanour as he heard Daisy's name. He made it pretty obvious it was more than nothing between them, but she didn't think Joe realised that yet. She grabbed Joe's hand and pulled him out into the backyard, she wanted him for herself tonight. Some fun between old friends.

The cold air hit Joe's face.

They made there way to the crowded dance floor, Joe still being strung along by the delicate hand of Evelyn. Joe never usually danced but tonight was the exception.

The music was loud, a classic house remix of Memories by Kid Cudi thumped through the speakers. His hand spread across her waist, she was a little tipsy and her feet stumbled slightly as they swayed in the bustling crowd. The flashing lights bounced off their faces. Evelyn was an easy girl to be around -- fun, carefree and that was why he was drawn to her in the first place. Joe couldn't help but find the dancing between them enjoyable, her body close to his and movements in time with the song.

He glanced around the decorated backyard. Eye's open to see if he could spot her. His hands still remained on the hips of Evelyn, but his mind was elsewhere. Evelyn could tell, so she upped the sexual nature of her dancing. Her waist whined more, her ass pushed further into the material of his orange jumpsuit. Joe focussed on her once again, but only for a fleeting second because he caught something in the corner of his eye.

Justin and Ja'marr, both dressed up in the same orange jumpsuits as him. He scans the people around them, each face becoming more familiar. Carson, then Cassie, then Bella and then her.

She's not alone.

Daisy is laughing, her hair is bouncing with each movement as she dances with another guy, one that he doesn't recognise. He takes notice of the fluffy bear ears sitting on her head, a hint of her costume. He can't get a good look at her costume as strobe light and a flowing crowd obstruct his vision, but he can tell the skirt is short and the top is figure hugging.

The guy she was dancing with was taller, more muscular than the usual guys at frat parties. His hands were on her hips in a way that was almost knowing. Joe could sense a familiarity between them and that made him feel uneasy. Her smile was bright and wide, blissfully unaware that Joe was shooting daggers her way. Daisy was looking at the mysterious guy in a flirtatious manner, her eyes shining with a glint that Joe knew all too well. The way she was with this guy was different than she had been with Daniel. Joe could sense it. An untouchable itch in his stomach.

Joe tried to maintain his dancing with Evelyn, not alerting her to the fact his eyes were elsewhere but his movements were beginning to slow. His eyes couldn't shake Daisy, he watched on as she was spun away from the guy and then brought back into his arms. Daisy was so lost in his embrace, lost in the music bouncing in the air around them. Why should it matter to me? Joe though, trying to shake the envy that bubbled within him. Seeing Daisy so relaxed and at ease in the grip of another man was making him churn, and he couldn't ignore it.

He just needed to enjoy the company of the girl in front of him, enjoy the night. He stole one more glance at Daisy, her hand was around the neck of the mystery guy and his hand was resting on her ass. His jaw clenched. Then, Joe forced himself back to Evelyn. He moved closer, a forced grin plastering his face.

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The Halloween festivities carried on into the third house. This place was smaller than the other houses, a more intimate rager than the one at house two had been. They weren't sure how much time they would spend at this place, but it would be enough time to tick it off the list of the seven deadly fraternities.

Joe and Evelyn stood close beside a beer pong table, a game set up but yet to be played. He knew Daisy was around here somewhere with the guy she was choosing to spend her night with, he had watched them leave. He had followed them into this house without her noticing, he just told Evelyn that it was because Justin and Ja'marr were heading here also. The excuse seemed to work, because they were here now.

Daisy saw Joe and his little blonde piece as she exited the bathroom. This had to be some sick joke the universe was playing on her. How was it out of all the houses he was at the same place she was? She was just thankful she had found Duke in the crowded backyard of House Two. Duke was the guy after Lucas and before Joe. The rebound. He was a super nice guy, charismatic, handsome, charming, the list went on. He played on the LSU basketball team, not that Daisy really cared. He wasn't a particularly special player, just average. He wouldn't make the NBA or anything like that.

Duke was a Daisy's much needed relief tonight. That was his purpose, and the reason she had drunkenly been clinging to him since she saw him. Duke went along with it, he wasn't going to turn down a woman as attractive as Daisy.

When Daisy's eye scanned to the surrounding around Joe, a plan popped into her head. She grabbed onto Duke's hand and led him over to -- a beer pong table.

Boldness swirled around her, clearly the costume made her feel confident rather than shy. That and the vodka cranberries lingering in her system.

'You guys want a game?' The voice he knew so well, pulled Joe from the sultry conversation he was having with Evelyn. They both turn their heads and see Daisy pointing to the beer pong table. The mystery guy stood at the end of the table, waiting to start.

For the first time tonight, Joe truly saw Daisy. Under yellow string lights with a warm glow bouncing from her smooth skin. He gulped. He knew why she was topic of conversation. The corset top was a flattering one, her breasts pushed up so high on her chest. She was a sexy bear cub. Joe wasn't even aware such a costume existed, but he liked it on her. A little cub. It was a fitting animal for her.

'Sure' Evelyn's voice is sweet like honey, a tight grin on her face. One she doesn't mean, and Daisy can tell. A tension forms thickly between the girls and in the air around the situation almost instantly. Daisy had asked Joe, not the woman beside him. Daisy pasted a fake smile on her own face, not wanting to come across bitchy or rude.

Rumours spread throughout the more intimate party about the match up that was happening in the dining room of the fraternity. Best quarterback in college football against average college basketball player. A match up for the ages. Of course, the majority wouldn't know that this was also an intense contest between a girl and the boy she casually slept with multiple times a week. Daisy and Duke against Joe and Evelyn.

Which couple would come out on top? and whose pride would stay intact?

The match up caused a crowd to form around the table, all eyes intensely following the ball as it got tossed from each end of the table.

Duke threw first. The ping pong ball landed perfectly in a solo cup of beer. Daisy cheered offering her teammate a tight hug. Joe watched her do it, her hair falling messily around her joy flushed face. Her small hands gripping onto the mystery guys biceps as she celebrated his below average shot that was lucky to have even hit the solo cup.

Justin, Bella and Carson stood behind Daisy and Duke. They were all rooting for them two to win tonight. Ja'marr and Cassie were standing off to the side from Joe and Evelyn. Ja'marr had to side with his best friend, and he feared the repercussions if he picked Daisy over him. Cassie, always sweet and gracious, decided to even up the numbers and didn't want Ja'marr to have to go alone.

Joe's turn came next, his eyes were stern with concentration and competitiveness. He had too much pride on the line to lose this drunken game, especially when the crowd around them was beginning to swell. He glanced at Daisy briefly before he took his shot, even in the dim light he could catch the devilish glint in her eye. A glint of something more -- something deep routed and charged, something mischievous. He let the ball fly from his hand. Touchdown. The ping pong ball sinks into the liquid with a light splash.

Evelyn squeals from beside him in joy, her hands clapping quickly. Joe gives her a hug of his own, but his eyes remain on Daisy. He watches as the mischievous glint in her eye falters ever so slightly, a mask slipping and revealing a more sinister emotion beneath it.

Daisy stepped up to take a shot, her playful energy lighting up the room around her. She was drunk, Joe knew a drunk Daisy well. She raised her arms to the crown confidently, invoking cheers from around as she readied her arm to take a shot. Joe knew she had no chance of making it, even if she was sober she wouldn't have a good chance of making it. She didn't give off the vibe that she was good a throwing balls, call it quarterback's intuition.

Daisy shot Joe a glance, like he had done to her. Her pale sage eyes were met with his cocky smirk and relaxed aura. He didn't believe she could do it, Daisy could see it written in his icy blue eyes. Joe underestimated her. If he clinked his two working braincells together he might have remembered the whole ex boyfriend of four years being a football player thing. Sure, Daisy was no gunslinger but she knew how to throw a decent ball. She could take the credit for a portion of Lucas Milo's high school training if she wanted too.

Joe's face drops as the ping pong once again hits the bottom of a beer filled red solo cup. His jaw ticks in annoyance as cheers ring out around him. He snaps his head at Ja'marr and Cassie as they shout out loud praises for Daisy.

Evelyn was up next, and her shot was pathetic. She missed the table completely. Daisy had to look away so that she wouldn't laugh at Joe's misery. She knew how much Joe wanted to win this game, and she would do everything to stop it.

The game went on dramatically, each shot towards the cups felt like a tug-of-war of emotions. The more times Joe had to watch Daisy embrace her teammate, the more his fists clenched by his side, the more his gaze darkened and his throws became driven by a forceful anger. The more times Daisy had to watch Joe flirt with Evelyn the more her stomach turned in nausea, the more annoyance bubbled under the surface of her hot skin, the more sloppy her throws became and the more the ping pong ball bounced onto the the sticky floor.

One cup stood on each side of the table. Every thing on the line. Pride the only thing left to play for. Evelyn had fluffed up her last shot, meaning that everything was left on the shoulders of Duke. Daisy crossed her fingers behind her back, eye's dancing across Joe's puffed out chest. She could almost feel the steam of annoyance coming off him, and she could tell there was a tension in the air between them.

Neither Daisy or Joe wanted to give in first. Joe wanted Daisy to come to him, lay her flirting on thick and pull Evelyn away from him. He wanted to see some fire from her, he wanted to see her falter. Just show him that she cared, even if it was only in small drunken moments. He had driven across town to help her, he took her to get food when she was hungry in the night. All small things but they were better than nothing. Daisy gave him nothing.

Daisy wanted Joe's attention. Daisy wanted Joe to only look at her, not because she had feelings for him, but because she wanted the ego boost. She wanted to feel like the most beautiful girl in the room, but Joe had spent his whole night with a woman that looked nothing like her. Both of them shared deep frustration for each other, both of them misunderstanding what the other wanted from them.

Duke lined up his shot, a strong arm balancing in the air as he gently leaned over the pong table. He let's his shot fly.

Joe's eyes narrowed as he watched the final shot arc through the air. It felt like the universe made the time slow tauntingly, the ball spinning through the air in a torturous motion. He watched as it his the edge of the solo cup and bounced into the sticky liquor.

Cheers erupted around them. A scream of ecstasy from Carson, and a more subtle one from Cassie beside Joe. Everyone seemed happy for them.

Daisy and Duke had won, fair and square.

She had beaten Joe with another guy, a guy he still had no idea about. The one who had his hands over her all night, and in victory that was no exception. She laughed and jumped into his arms, her legs wrapping around his torso as he placed a supportive hand under her skirt, likely on her peach shaped cheek. The mystery guy spun her around in celebration. Daisy's hands were wrapped around his neck, fingers lightly toying with the ends of his braided hair.

Joe drank the losing beer, then he forcefully threw the cup into the crowd. His jaw tight, and his brows deeply furrowed as anger began to brew within him.

Ja'marr noticed it. Cassie noticed it. They shot each other a knowing glance.

Joe's faced darken more as he watched the guy put Daisy back down on the ground. He was laughing -- too loudly, too happily. Daisy remained close to him, everything about the way they behaved with each other was too knowing, too familiar. The feeling of not knowing what was going on between them was gnawing away at the cold bones of Joe.

Joe let himself breath, a forced smile planting itself once more on his face. He wouldn't let Daisy see him falter, it was what she wanted. Instead, he grabbed the hand of Evelyn and pulled her close. A bare arm wrapping around her shoulders as he walked towards the mystery guy.

Joe held out his hand.

'Good game..' He looked only at the mystery guy and let the silence between them linger as he waited for him to take his hand and say his name.

'Duke, thanks man' Duke. What a classically terrible name, Joe thought. His hand shake was strong and firm. Duke matched him in height, if not even taller and he had an athletic build. Light tattoos traced across his arms, and a slit in his eyebrow. Iced out chain around his neck, even though it wasn't a part of his costume. Joe analysed every part of his competitors body. He was opposite to Joe, in every aspect.

Joe gave one last quick glance to Daisy. An arrogant glint in his eye.

'Let's dip to the next place, Evelyn' He emphasised her name as he continued looking into the victorious gleaming eyes of Daisy, childishly trying to wriggle under her skin. His words were harsh, a nasty tone that he didn't intend to leave his mouth was wrapped around every word. Anger boiled within him.

Beer pong wasn't the only game being played between them tonight.

-౨⋆｡˚ House Four ⋆｡˚ৎ -

The doormen of the fourth house stepped aside quickly as they say the quarterback walking up the porch steps with a sweet blonde wrapping herself around his arm. As he entered, the door swung shut behind him. He tried to shake the bad mood that had settled over him since the beer pong contest but it wasn't working. The wrath that was beating heavy in his chest was inescapable.

Joe's cold eyes scanned the room quickly -- the usual frat party activities were happening, music booming, people dancing, drinks flowing. All distractions available to him, but he couldn't seem to shake the image of Daisy. He couldn't get the image of the cheeky glint in her eye out of his head. The way she laughed, the way she jumped into Duke's arms; it was all flashing through his memory. In that room, surrounded by his friends, he felt like an outsider. Like he was intruding on something he shouldn't be.

He was here with Evelyn, but she wasn't her. She was fun, but not as fun as Daisy. She was carefree, but not as carefree as Daisy. She was sexy, but not as sexy as Daisy. In every department, she came up just short. Before he had seen Daisy, he thought her and Evelyn were equal. Both girls sat at the top of his roster in a joint position, but seeing them stood so close to each other made him realise -- Daisy was number one. Still, his hand rested lightly on the small of Evelyn's back as he guided her through the crowd, he tried to focus his mind on the way she caressed his hand softly and the way she looked at him so hungrily. Nothing worked.

They grabbed another drink, he continued to flirt with her. His own sweet nothings and charm leaving through his lips. Sometimes, he's see a petite brunette out of the corner of his eye, or heard honey like laughter from the crowd and his head would spin quickly. He would think it was her, but it wasn't. His chest would tighten in the anticipation, only for it to be let down. It happened one more time before Joe decided he needed a break, needed to get away from everything for a few moments.

'Stay here, i'll be back in ten' He tossed the words at Evelyn, not caring if she caught them or not. Then, he made his way out the back door of the frat.

The cooler night hitting him like a wave of relief. The backyard was quieter than the atmosphere inside, bathed only in the soft golden light of poorly put up bulb string lights and a fire pit in the back corner. A few people were scattered around, mostly mellow stoners with thick joints in their hands puffing the night away. Joe wished that was him, but he couldn't indulge during football season. He couldn't take the risk of a drug test coming back positive.

Joe grabbed a shitty dirty covered deck chair and sat on the back porch, his hand searched through the back pocket of his jumpsuit for the cigarette he had brought out in case he needed it. He was glad he had. His mind was still racing, replaying the night over and over again. The wrath that had been boiling within him was now just a simmer, but still present nonetheless. The sharp chill of the evening air was helping to dull the fire within him. He placed the cigarette between his lips and lit it with the flick of his white lighter. He took a long drag, exhaling slowly and watched as the smoke curled up them disappeared in the night.

Even the act of smoking reminded him of Daisy, taking him back to the garden of the bar in Austin. That felt like an eternity ago, but it wasn't. Only six weeks had passed since then.

The quiet nature of the backyard made everything feel more distant, like the noise and chaos of the Halloween night were in another life altogether. The flickering glow of the fire pit caught his indigo eyes as he exhaled a puff of his cigarette again. Glowing embers danced in the air around him. He leaned back in the creaky deck chair, eyes focussing on the stars above as he made every effort to clear his mind. For a split second, it felt like a small weight had lifted. Maybe, the doctors of the early 1900s weren't lying when they prescribed cigarettes as medicine.

The door to the backyard bangs shut, but Joe doesn't pay any attention. He takes another drag, the smoke comforting him as it filled up his chest with a warmth. He flicked the ash onto the worn green grass beneath him.

'You're Joe Burrow right?' An unfamiliar voice bring Joe back to earth from his dissociated mind. He looks to where the voice comes from and it's the last person he expects.

Carson.

Joe scans around him, instantly checking to see if Daisy was out their with him.

'She's inside' Carson tells him and Joe just nods. Carson grabs his own shitty, filth covered deck chair and places it next to Joe. The action makes Joe shuffle in his seat, sitting up a bit and taking a more tense drag of the cigarette. Carson pulls out a pack of his own Marlboro's. He takes out two, placing one on the arm of Joe's chair.

'You look like you need it' Carson's words are joking, cheerful as he tried to break the tension between him and Joe.

'Thanks' Joe's tight lipped and hesitant. He didn't understand why Carson had come and sat next to him, why he was making the effort to speak with him. He would smoke the second cigarette nonetheless, he only had a little left of his first one.

Silence engulfed them as Carson took his first drag from his cigarette. The smell of tobacco floating around them, clinging to their hairs and clothes.

‘Heard you had a fight with my brother Miles’ Joe looks at Carson, slightly confused for a moment. The alcohol inhibiting the work rate of his brain cells.

‘I mean Lucas’ Carson corrects. Joe nods, remembering the aftermath of the game against the Longhorns. Was that why Carson was out here? was he going to defend his brothers honour?

‘He’s annoying’ Joe spoke the plain truth, careful not to insult him too much but still defending what happened at the game.

‘He’s a cunt’ The harsh and blunt words of Carson made Joe spit out the puff of some he was holding in his mouth. He lightly coughs and Carson side eyes him with small judgement.

'You don't get along then' Joe asked.

'We don't talk. Period.' Carson inhaled his cigarette once more, letting out a breath and tapping off the ash before continuing speaking. 'He's a shitty brother and a shitty person, he only cares about football and Daisy'

Joe's chest constricts at the mention of her. A thumping pressure around his heart that rattled against his ribcage as he takes in Carson's words.

'He broke up with her, no?' Joe tries to be nonchalant, he tries to phrase his question as if he is partaking in small talk. Deep down, he did care to learn more about Daisy, more about the situations of her past.

'No, well yes, but no'

Joe's brows furrowed in confusion as he processed what Carson had said. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, taking the long final drag of his first cigarette before flicking it to the ground. Carson sighs, heavily. It was like something was weighing down on his conscious and he had to get it out.

'I'm telling you because I need to tell someone, and I know you wouldn't say anything' Carson talked to Joe like he had known him for years, like he was some sort of trusted ally.

'I made Lucas dump her.' Carson's breath is shaky. 'He had been cheating on her, she knew and wouldn't leave him. So-- So, I got some dirt on him, like kicked off the football team level dirt and blackmailed him into ending things with her.' Carson slumped back in his chair, desperately puffing away at the cigarette as the guilt clawed at him. He knew it was what was best for Daisy, but sometimes it felt like he overstepped.

'So you freed her from a shitty relationship, don't understand why you're stressing' Joe shrugs his shoulders.

'It wasn't my relationship to end' Carson's tone is wary and sorrowful, a crippling remorse booming in his smoke filled chest. His shaky hand takes another drag of the cigarette. Joe watches him, he feels sorry for him. The boy was clearly beating himself up over something he shouldn't have been.

'It's hard to understand, but my brother really does love her. In his own fucked up way. He just never learned how to love properly, our parents aren't really the best example.' Carson's voice cracks out before continuing. 'I hate Mil-- Lucas, but I know why he did the things he did to her. He's cut from the same cloth as our father'

Joe paused for a moment. He lights the second cigarette and brings it to his lips. The end glows a vibrant orange and more embers float up into the sky. He thinks about what to say, he wasn't the best at supporting people when they were emotional. Especially when he didn't even know them.

'She was your friend to save, and you did. Actions aren't written in out DNA, they aren't passed through genetics. They're choices we make as free people. Lucas made his choices, and you gave him his consequence.' Joe states the words like a matter of fact. They're casual but meaningful. He looks at the flames of the fire pit, an effort to not get attached to the situation he found himself in.

'Holy fuck, you're so philosophical' Carson lightens the mood with a quick joke.

The two boys sit there in a smoky silence once again, the ice between them broken and the awkward atmosphere no longer circling them. Both of them huff and puff at the tobacco filled papers, both trying to push all the clutter in their minds to the background.

'Whose Duke?' Joe built up the courage to finally ask.

‘She was hooking up with him over summer, just a few times’ Carson tells him.

Joe's stomach twisted tighter, a breath catching in his throat. He knew Duke wasn't just some guy she met tonight, he could tell it in the closeness between them. The familiarity of their touches, the sweetness of her smile. He shifted uncomfortably once again, an attempt to try and get rid of the simmering anger. Flashes of them two together once again plagues Joe's mind, but this time he's imagining things more sexual. He's imagining Duke seeing Daisy the way he sees her, arched in a messy bed with her cheeks flushed and her skin sticky. He rolled out his neck, his jaw hardened as he clenched it tightly.

Carson chuckles to himself as he watches Joe’s reaction.

Joe shoots him a harsh look, but Carson doesn't let it effect him.

‘One day, in a few years, after college is dead and done. When you're in the league and she’s doing whatever she's doing, you’ll see her and I bet, I bet good money the feeling you're feeling right now will still be there' Carson throws the end of his cigarette on the ground, standing up and stomping on it.

Joe doesn't look at him, and he refuses to acknowledge his words. Instead his eyes stare at the twinkling stars in the night's sky.

'We're heading to the house across from here next, join if you want but ditch the sorority girl with the tacky costume' Carson leaves Joe sat in silence. He struts back into the house, his final words left lingering in Joe's mind as he debated what he should do.

Did he leave Daisy alone? Did he let her enjoy her night with the boy before him, even though it stung like a scorpion's pincer? Did he settle for second place?

No. That wasn't him.

He knew what he wanted, and he would get her.

-౨⋆｡˚ House Five ⋆｡˚ৎ -

The house across the street had been transformed into something straight out of a twisted halloween night - a theme of horny devils. Every member of the fraternity was shirtless, covered in red paint and black devil horns. The usual mess of a busy frat party was amplified by the deep red lights that bathed the room, casting long shadows of people dancing across the white walls.

This house felt hotter than the other ones -- it was thick, almost suffocating with the combination of body heat, the frisky rap and r&b music, the sharp smell of alcohol mixing with the funky smell of marijuana and the fog machine making the floor hazy. The red glow made the place look like the depths of hell, that and the fake blood splattered across the walls. People on the dance floor were pressed close, closer than they had been at other parties. It was like they couldn't resist the erotic energy in the air. Boots stomped and heels clicked, bodied grinding into each other. The whole place burned under a sinful heat.

Including Daisy and Duke.

They were close, her hips moved against him and she could feel he was turned on. Every move felt more intimate and dangerous, like the fun was more about indulgence and temptation than lightheartedness.

Bella was in the corner of the room, she was making out with some girl. Justin and Ja'marr had hunted some woman of their own, both of them on the dance floor as well. Cassie and Carson bounced together, out of tune to the music but they were having fun.

Daisy, while Duke gripped at her waist, thought about Joe and Evelyn. They were probably fucking in his navy sheets right now. In the same bed she slept in, like she was nothing. Her red thong likely still hung above them on the headboard. Joe wouldn't care though, she knew that. She hadn't seen them since they left the party after the beer pong contest, but the gnawing sensation in her bones stayed with her. It was a shadow that loomed over her all night -- the feelings of envy, pride and greed. She wanted Joe for herself, but she wouldn't admit it. She wouldn't let him see that side of her. The side that was intense and selfish, wanting him to only want her. That wasn't Joe, she had to keep reminding herself. He's not a one woman guy. She shouldn't care but she did, she could blame it on the liquor.

She never felt this way without alcohol. It was the common denominator.

In the corner of the room, near a table of crimson lit drinks, Joe watches her. She doesn't know that he's here, that he's lurking in the shadows waiting for his opportunity to pounce. He brings a black solo cup to his lip, it's filled with a pungent mix of vodka and cranberry juice. His eyes glowed fiercely as he watched her under the red lights.

Greed clawed at his skin. She should be with him, she was his woman to fuck and no-one else's.

The way she danced put him in a trance, his brain falling under her spell. The heat crept over his slightly wet skin. Goosebumps on his bare arms.

He was tired of this push and pull between them. Tired of the game of cat and mouse. He finished his drink, throwing the empty cup over his shoulder. He wiped the remaining liquid from his mouth, then he pushed his way into the steamy dance floor. Blue eyes never leaving her, too scared that if they did he would lose her. She would slip through his hand's like sand.

Daisy senses something coming before she feels him, before she hears him.

'Get outta here bro' Joe speaks to Duke like he's pathetic, he's mocking him. His nose upturned against him, looking down on him. Joe knew he was better, and so he acted like it.

Duke looks at him confused, and he laughs him off. He just keeps dancing with Daisy. Joe rolls his eyes.

'What do you want, little cub?' Joe looks at Daisy.

Little cub. Daisy feels her stomach flutter at the new nickname. Joe's looking at her with the look she knew so well. Her eyes scan around him and she notices Evelyn isn't around.

'She's gone, ditched' Joe reassures her as he can tell what she's thinking. Daisy's heart pounds in her chest, her eyes dart to Duke and then too Joe. She knows her choice. It's an easy one, she hates how easy it is. She hates how quick she runs back to him. No matter how many times she tries to stay away, this electricity would keep her coming back. A feeling she had never felt, one that was so addicting.

'Okay' Daisy says, loudly over the music but still somehow hushed. She steps away from Duke. His hands dropping from where they had been on her body. She turns to look at him, too offer a shallow sorry for using him.

Duke holds up his hands. 'It's okay, you don't have to explain it. It's chill, heard about the rumours anyway.' He said before he headed off to find his friends again. Daisy hated that he had said that because it only served to make her feel worse. Guilt rippling through her skin. Heard about the rumours anyway. That clung to her. She was the football star's piece once more, and she always told herself she would never be that again.

'I need air' Daisy rushed off into the crowd herself, ignoring Joe's call for her to come back. She didn't know where she was going but she pushed her way out the front of the house. She shoots Carson a text, letting him know she was moving onto the next place. The night was getting super late, and the energy in the air was dwindling. There was only one rager left, them a quick stop in at Joe's fraternity.

She just wanted to get it over and done with.

Complete her seven deadly fraternities and then go home.

-౨⋆｡˚ House Six ⋆｡˚ৎ -

Daisy had knocked back shot after shot, alongside Carson and Cassie. Justin and Ja'marr had taken their girls and where doing something elsewhere, likely in a moan filled room and a creaking bed. Bella remained at the previous house with the girl she was hooking up with, likely moving to her off campus apartment soon.

Daisy had taken in the air she needed too, she had calmed down from the lingering guilt and panic that had settled in on the dance floor of the devil themed party. Once again, she felt calm. She felt like herself.

She watched Joe walk in, his head on a swivel as he tried to find her. Through the haze of flashing lights and bodies, he caught a glimpse of her. When he spotted her she was already looking at him. Carson was leaned over and talking in her ear but she wasn't paying him any attention.

Her lust filled eyes were staring into Joe's. She had chosen him and she could tell it had boosted his ego, his wife beater covered chest puffed out. A golden glow of victory surrounding him. The backwards cap always did something to Daisy, it was one of her favourite sights. When their eyes connected, an electric jolt shot itself through both of their bodies. Neither of them knew the other one felt it.

How deep is your love by Calvin Harris boomed through the speakers as they still looked at each other across the bustling room.

I want you to breathe me

let me be your air

let me roam your body freely

The atmosphere around them darkened. The feeling lay thick between them, the feeling they got when they knew it was about to happen. When an animalistic lust was about to take control of every action. Joe's eyes are sparkling, a thick smug smirk curling on his puffy lips. Daisy bites her lip, thoughts of what's to come running through her mind. It drives Joe insane.

how deep is your love?

is it like the ocean?

what devotion are you?

Joe needs her now, he can't stand the space between them. He needs to feel her, taste her. Be her sin. He pulls his phone from the back pocket of his prisoner costume.

pull me closer again

how deep is your love?

Daisy watched him type away on his phone, the white glow illuminating his tanned face. She never took her eyes off him, not until her phone buzzed with a text and she grabbed it. Now it was her turn to be illuminated by the dim white light of her device.

open up my eyes

tell me who I am

let me in on all your secrets

Joe

upstairs bathroom now.

Daisy's stomach drops as she reads his hungry words. She looks up at him and his smirk is so cocky and confident, hungry and determined. She pushed herself off the table she had been resting on, not hesitating as she headed for the stairs. It felt naughty, sex in a party bathroom. It was something she had never done before but she wanted to do it with Joe. She needed to do it. She wouldn't be able to wait until they got to his place.

So tell me how deep is your love, can it go deeper?

So tell me how deep is your love, can it go deeper?

Joe slipped through the crowd, rushing to follow behind her as she strutted up the stairs. They met each other at the open door of an empty bathroom at the end of the upstairs hallway. They looked deeply into each others eyes, with a ferocious hunger and a desire that had to be filled.

'After you, cub' His voice was almost purring, laced in sexual prowess. Joe needed her like he needed the air he breathed. As Daisy walked into the bathroom, he looked around. He didn't care if anyone saw, but he just wanted to make sure they wouldn't be interrupted for a short while. Enough time to fuck her roughly against the bathroom counter and fog up the mirror from the steaming heat between them.

When he checked the coast was clear, he slammed the door behind him. He went to bolt the door, sliding it across with a harsh click.

Daisy watched him do it, and she could see his broad shoulders rising up and down as his breathing increased. A thick silences wrapped around them like a warm embrace. Tension and anticipation vibrated around them, heavy breath as they both knew what was coming.

Joe turned around. Daisy gulped.

In an instant, he wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped them. Her back now pushed against the closed door and Joe's mouth hungrily on her own. Bodies pressed together, beating hearts in chests reflecting like a mirror. Daisy tossed his backwards cap on the floor of the cluttered bathroom, her hands then run through his soft hair as she lightly tugs on it.

Soft groans sound out around the damp bathroom. The environment around them was anything but romantic. Dull yellow wall tiles as the fraternity brothers seemed allergic to cleaning products, a grotty looking bathmat on the stained floors. They didn't care, they were just focussed on the pleasure that surged in their veins. The pleasure they both felt as soft lips touched and sweet liquor tasting tongues tangled.

'Jump' Joe growled into her ear as he moved his warm kisses to her bare neck, nipping and sucking as he went. He didn't care if he left a mark on her this time, usually he did but not today. Not when he was starving like he was.

Daisy abided by his command, her thin legs wrapping around his waist as he kept her pressed against the scratched door. His large hands holding her up by her ass. More sloppy kisses laid carelessly on her neck as she let out stifled moans, a poor attempt to be quiet. Not that it mattered, the music from the party should do a decent job of not alerting anyone to what was happening behind the bathroom door.

Joe moved her and places her on the bathroom counter, in front of the mirror. He stood between her spread thighs, the heat around them enough to start fogging up the mirror. Not once since they had gotten into the bathroom had they stopped kissing, like if they're lips parted from each other the world would crumble around them.

'Your costumes pathetic' Daisy lets out a quick jab as her hands claw at his back, leaving a trail of scratch marks which let everyone know she had been there. Joe chuckles into their kiss.

'I've never seen a slutty bear cub' Joe's word are harsh. A calculated clap back to Daisy's own insult. The words make her gasp and pull her head back from his, breaking the kiss properly for the first time. It doesn't last long. Joe places his hand as the back of her head, lightly tugging on her hair and pushed her lips back to his with nothing but pure lust and desperation.

Daisy, still annoyed by his words, put her hands on his chest and pushed him back. A discontent scowl plastered across her bronzy skin.

'I hate you'

They're words she only half means.

'Turns me on' Joe growls back and Daisy feels butterflies float in her stomach at the arrogant response. She couldn't help it, the cockiness that surrounded him made her inner thighs wet. The light sheen of sweat and the primal hunger in his eyes made her core hormones wild and crazy. She did hate him, because of the way he made her feel. Why did it have to be him who made her feel so alive?

They resumed the broken kiss, before Joe pulled her off the counter and spun her round so she was bent over it and facing the toothpaste splattered mirror.

He pulled her black thong half-way down her legs, leaving it hanging at her knees.

There wasn't anything glamorous about the way they were going to fuck, it was going to be quick and dirty. Daisy knew that and let out a moan of anticipation.

Joe gripped her hips and placed himself at her dripping entrance, flipping up her brown skirt so he could get the perfect view of her bent over. Then he pushed himself inside.

The pleasure from just the one thrust was so much he had to take a moment to pause, throwing his head back up to the higher power above and panting out heavy breaths. Daisy herself let out a small gasp as he filled her insides. Sometimes she forgot just how big her was.

When his moment of collection was over, Joe began to thrust powerfully from behind, they had to be quick. The party downstairs was busy and in a short while someone would be knocking at the bathroom door begging to be let in.

Daisy gripped onto the bathroom counter with white knuckles the sweet ecstasy ran through her body. Her dopamine now sky high as the quarterback hit her g-spot over and over. Joe hand one hand in her hair, lightly pulling her head back so she could watch them in the mirror. She watched as Joe's muscles tensed and tightened, his veins popping from his neck and his arms as he focussed on only one thing -- sultry pleasure.

His messy hat hair now sprung free and was bouncing on his head with each thrust, light blonde strands getting caught on the sheen of sweat that dazzled in the pale yellow bathroom light.

Joe watched had Daisy bit onto her smudged and swollen lips, trying to hush the moans that spilled from her. Her freckled cheeks were flushed red, and her fluffy cub head band was ever so slightly falling as he gripped onto her silky smooth hair. She was glowing in the pale light, her skin looked so soft and so tender.

Joe felt her legs shaking as he kept going, stronger and deeper inside her every time. He had had enough sex with her to know when she was close, and he could feel her tight walls closing around him. He was on his way to his own climax.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

Their startled heads both turn to the door but Joe doesn't stop, more like he can't stop, fucking her. The air around them was so hot and sleazy, dirty little secrets being played out behind a party door. He looks back in the mirror and grips her hips harder, trying to make her finish quicker. She borderline screams out a moan of his name. Joe quickly covers her mouth to shut her up, now that they knew someone was beyond the door.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

'Hurry the FUCK up' the unknown voice from outside the door yelled.

Joe kept going, his pace somehow becoming even quicker. Daisy didn't understand how he had the stamina to do it but she wasn't complaining, not when her climax was about to burst from her.

Joe's own grunts were the only noise that filled the room as he hand remained across Daisy mouth.

When he felt her become even wetter, and her legs almost give way, he knew she had finished.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

Joe came to his own climax, filling her up with his load before moving his hand from her mouth.

Daisy's subtle whimpers rang out as she grabbed some tissue and wiped the dripping remains of Joe from her leg. She was shaky on her feet, and she knew she would be aching tomorrow morning.

Joe pulled his orange overalls up and tightened them once again, his eyes lingering on Daisy as he watched her pull the black thong back up her soft legs. He gave her a light smack on the ass before she had the chance to flip her skirt back down. When she turned around with a harsh glare she only met the childish cheeky grin of Joe.

'Let's get out of here'

Joe unlocked the door and walked out first. Daisy followed behind him, wiping the smudged makeup from her eyes and lips whilst also trying to brush her messy hair straight again.

The culprit of the banging stood in the form of a few sophomore fraternity brothers.

'Shit, our bad'

'We didn't know it was you, Burrow'

Their hushed and almost embarrassing apologies rang out and Daisy finds herself wanting the ground to swallow her up. They all knew what had been happening inside, and Daisy knew it was a rumour that would spread around campus like a raging untameable wildfire. Joe didn't seem to mind though, his head held up so high and his arrogance dripping from every step of his typical strut.

'C'mon, cub' Joe flicked the words over his shoulder as he sensed Daisy slowing as she come under the gaze of the fraternity brothers.

They only had one house left.

-౨⋆｡˚ House Seven ⋆｡˚ৎ -

Daisy approached the last stop of the night; Joe's fraternity. A house she knew so well, a place where she was beginning to feel comfortable and familiar. Joe lingered somewhere behind her, people stopping him on his way back to talk. Likely teammates or simply just friends from classes, Daisy wasn't sure. She never involved herself in that aspect of his life. If they didn't live in the house with him, then she didn't know them.

Loose and half done Halloween decorations hung from the porch bannisters, a blow up ghost sat on the front lawn. Daisy rolled her eyes and bit back a smile as her eyes danced over the poor efforts. Clearly, they hadn't cared about Halloween as much as the other fraternities had. People still lingered around, even at the dangerously late hour. Drunken men lay out on the red solo cup filled front yard. The sickly sweet smell of spilt whiskey mixed with the vile scent of vomit.

Daisy walked up to the porch stairs, but she stops when she notices something familiar glowing from the corner of her eye. A pumpkin, in fact two pumpkin's next to each other. One looked like it had been hacked away at by a toddler, a sorrowful rather than spooky face carved into it. There was pretty good cat carved into the one next to it though. I wonder who did that one, she thought in her head as a warm feeling pooled into her stomach. A sweet smile printed across her smudged puffy lips.

'Come on, cub' Joe pulls her away from her gaze on the pumpkins as he places an arm around her shoulder and walks into the house with her.

The place is destroyed. Litter everywhere, and an extremely unpleasant smell. Some people still remained around, a few dancing on the dance floor as they refused to call the night over. Ja'marr was in the corner, under the glow of a pink hued disco light, two girls wrapped in his arms and he's taking it in turns kissing each one.

'PARTY'S OVER' Joe removes his heavy arm from Daisy's shoulders, clapping loudly to get everyone's attention. The comfortable warmth that was once there now gone, cold air almost stinging her as it met her skin. Stumbling people groan and begin to walk to the front door like zombies. All of them so beyond drunk. The music still played out numbly. The Morning by The Weeknd.

Daisy's eye watched Ja'marr still in the corner with his two women wrapped under his muscular arms, while Joe helped escort people from the frat alongside the intoxicated freshmen brothers. The hands of the girls raked over his muscular abdomen, one kissing on his lips and another sucking at his neck. Ja'marr hand's taking it in turns to grip the voluptuous asses of the girls. Neither of them were the one he left the other party with. Daisy wondered if he had lost that girl, or if he had fucked her then moved onto the next. Her eyebrows were almost creased in an expression which said 'is this really something i'm watching right now?', never in her life had she seen such an open display of sleaziness. Perhaps that was hypocritical coming from someone who was just fucked in a dirty fraternity bathroom.

A whistle from behind her, and the feeling of a strong chest lingering over her shoulder made her jump lightly. Joe's arms extended past her and he clicked his fingers at his wide receiver to grab his attention.

Ja'marr turned his head away, a sloppy drunken grin which had a gleam of mischief decorated his face. A face which was smudged with make up that didn't below to him. Daisy's wide eyed, a small smile on her lips.

'Either take 'em to your room, or make 'em leave' Joe's voice is stern, a command that wasn't very forceful but Ja'marr still listens to his quarterback.

Ja'marr tosses one of the women over his shoulder, her high pitched squeal rings out through the room. She takes a hand and covers her mouth to stop the giggles from spilling out. He then grabs the hand on the other girl and begins to walk them to his room at the end of the bottom floor. Both of the girl are blushing, cheeky grins decorating their faces.

Ja'marr head is held high cockily. When he walks out the room, he stops at where Daisy and Joe are stood. Joe was still very close behind Daisy's back, he's towering over her almost protectively. Daisy can feel his booming heart beat against her, it's making her own breath's get caught in her throat.

'You wanna join, texas?' Ja'marr chirps out. A glint in his eye as he holds Daisy's gaze. Then his eyes flicker to Joe's.

Daisy felt Joe tense at the words Ja'marr flirted. His shoulders stiffening, light movement of his fists by his side. She can only imagine the look on his face, she doesn't turn herself to see it. Instead she just keeps looking at Ja'marr and watches his reaction.

Ja'marr's cocky smirk dropped as he met his quarterback's harsh gaze. Joe's jaw was clenched, as if he was holding back something sharper, something harsher. His eyes squinted letting Ja'marr know not to push him. His pink lips pressed into a thin line.

'Kidding' Ja'marr says before quickly scurrying down the hallway with his two hunted women.

Daisy felt Joe relax behind her, and the gust of air that his her back as he moved away from her. He walked over the refrigerator and pulled the heavy metal doors open, his eyes scanning for something to eat. He closed them with an empty handed huff.

'Bed?' Joe asked her. Daisy nodded her head in an enthusiastic response. The liquor had worn off and left behind droopy eyes and sloth-like desire to sleep.

-౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ -

That night, once again they slept beside each other. Daisy comfortably in some of his boxers and a oversized t-shirt. Her makeup taken off with the wipes she had brought over to keep there, her teeth brushed with the pink toothbrush he had bought for her.

Tomorrow morning, a conversation needed to be had. Both Daisy and Joe knew it. Their reaction to each other tonight told a tale which was much more than casual sex. They had to make adjustments to the rules of their little partnership, figure out where to go from here.

Neither of them knew what that meant for them. Come tomorrow morning, the whole thing between them might cease to exist or it was about to be taken up a step. The arrangement was either going to fall apart or push them closer.

Joe knew what he wanted, and so did Daisy.

But both of them repressed it, burying it deep in their minds and stomachs. It was something they wanted to ignore.

But ignorance can only last so long.

[zeroiridium]

A fan of any capcom game is simultaneously the company's biggest hater

[mangora]

I miss Beth and Leshawna’s friendship and Gwen and Leshawna’s friendship and I think Beth and Gwen should’ve been friends too. Gwen and Leshawna and the stray nerd they picked up off the street who bites people. Plus if Leshawna and Beth stayed friends it would’ve made Beth betraying her in Action by showing everyone the video of Leshawna shit-talking everyone off Courtney’s PDA so much more tragic. Bethshawna I miss you

[claitea]

i know i shouldnt dwell on stupid opinions like this but a while ago i saw someone complain that Applin was a boring concept bc its just a worm in an apple and i was FLOORED. this iirc was in response to smth about gen 1 designs being boring as well

its not just a worm its a Wyrm its a pun. that is a concept. maybe you don't like it personally but to say its objectively bad is certainly Something. not every pokemon has to be based on a myth or something else fantastical to be a good concept. you Need "boring" pokemon for the dex to feel complete, if Everything is Cool then nothing is actually cool

"gamefreak is running out of ideas" yeah there's a billion fish pokemon but they're all actually very different to each other, lanturn is an anglerfish and lumineon is a butterfly fish. say what you will abt gamefreak rn its probably warranted but imo the one thing they still do right 100% of the time is unique concepts for each pokemon. the execution can be debated but the fundamentals are always there

[fraternum-momentum]

I CANT I CANTTTTTTT I WILL LITERALLY EXPLODE RJIKNHGKRSBKFUCKNHJHFBNJEA JFHBAEJHBFJHBHBHBHBHBBAZHJDBAJHDBAJKHBDJKNA????A//////!?!!!!!!!!??!!???!?!?!??!! I CANNOT I LITERALLY NOT THE CAN I CANTTTTTT RAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[queensparklekitten]

I think I just guaranteed queen of nothing by the crane wives a place in my spotify wrapped tonight because of time princess

[cluescorner]

There's no feeling stranger than knowing that something is bad but liking it anyways. Not in a 'it's so bad it's good' way. Because that implies that it has become good. I'm talking like this thing is just kinda bad in the normal ways things are bad, but i like it anyways.

[limnologylover]

wuh woh bed time, wondering if my friends still like me as a person or if they miss the niche i fulfilled in their lives by playing video games with them and if im inheritly worthless now that i dont interact with them as often

[stealingpotatoes]

POTES SEMI-LIVEBLOGS KOTOR!

ive been writing my thoughts in the notes app but due to popular demand (one person asked for it) i'm posting my liveblogging DO NOT SAY/TAG/COMMENT SPOILERS PLEASE i read tags

warning im a yapper, im 10 hours in and theres a lot already (separated into sessions):

SESSION 1

whos this clown i thought i would be playing as revan

ive been too spoiled by dragon age origins this character creator sucks ass

only human???? ): fr?? ill just imagine her different in my brain or some shit

my life is being mansplained to me. is this bad writing or do i have amnesiacs

hes meta now??? hes talking abt the screen controls?????

omg a jedi and an evil jediii

omg their asses suckedddd they both died immediately

i <3 bringing a sword to a gun fight

WHY R THERE SO MANY SITH WHERE IS TJE RULE OF TWO

i clicked a workbench and it said lightsaber so either i get a lightsaber or i get a jedi friend whose lightsaber i can steal if im careful

I assume u play as revan in kotor2 so im gonna buy that now so i can play it when im done playing w this clown

i got light side points im getting a good grade in game morality which is something both normal to want and possible to achieve

everyone keeps saying revan is dead but thats my friend revan from tumblr hes clearly alive. or they???

my characters ass is distractingly present onscreen

huge fan of the way everyone collapsed drunk what the FUCK was in that wine

ok these sith ppl might be the bad guys but their armour is DRIPPY AS FUCK

ideologically i dont agree w the sith but they kinda went off w the fits

googling how to become a sith without being evil cause they have Drip

SESSION 2

i paid £1.19 to see revan he better show up in this game at some point

all these sith n i still cant find one revan….. stop faking ur death rn come out n talk to me babygirl this isnt like u….

why can i be light/dark side if im not a jedi. give me a laser sword

maybe this jedi gyal will know where revan is faking his death. or give me a fuckin lightsaber PLEASEEE

was just thinking 'does this game have romance' and then carth called me beautiful. i dont think im gonna romance anyone until i get this amnesia sorted

why is carth questioning me so much abt the crash im pretty sure i have amnesia

why tf did the jedi lady have me transferred to this ship are we in lesbians with each other???

carth's not wrong it is suspicious but i lowkey have amnesia so i coulda done that i coulda not

a lot of clone wars voice actors in this. was lucasfilm so broke in the 2000s that they could only afford the same 3 VAs for every project

mission is 14??????? we need to get my girl back in school

SESH 3

tale as old as time i fucking suck at racing games

ok i didnt realise you had to mash click i won

REVAN!!! REVAN!!!!!!!!!

why am i dreaming abt revan tho. real as hell but ?????

lmao cringe revan getting blown up. i thought the jedi beat rev-meister in a fight but no. accident

"such visions are often a sign of force sensitivity" COOL YAY GIVE ME A LIGHTSABER

BASTILLE LOST HER FUCKING LIGHTSABER??

CARTH IS RIGHT THATS LIKE DAY ONE JEDI SHIT. ok i still love her even tho shes a bit of a bitch and also doesnt have a saber

if we find a lightsaber im taking it first tho

whys carth getting weird abt me being weird that he doesnt trust me. i just wanna be friends mate

SESH IV: A NEW HOPE

'i mean no disrespect, but perhaps one of the male slaves could serve you better' i went in here to start a slave revolution and instead got called a lesbo

LMAO THERES A SPICE LAB???? WALTER WHITE WHERE ARE YOU

thats insaneee they blew up BILLIONS of people to get to one jedi?????? these sith arent fucking around theyre scary

UM THIS IS CRAZY GRAPHICS THE LIGHTING IS CLEARER/DARKER WHEN I COVER THE SUN W THE SHIP EDGE?? 2003 IS THE YEAR OF THE FUTURE

someone just called me padawan i kinda assumed i was in my late 20s do i just have baby vibes

all the jedi in the movies are so chill but every kotor jedi i've met so far has been a bit of a bitch

YO THEY HAVE A YODA!!! its not THE yoda but

cool so these guys are just the regional managers at best. your asses are not the council

why can everyone smell my force juju so strong

THATS STRAIGHT UP YODA'S CLONE WARS VA

why does fake yoda not blink both eyes at the same time. im calling him master tortimer he reminds me of the animal crossing mayor

bastila there was no need for such a fancy bow

malak is like evil aang

revan is so much shorter than malak omg

are me and bastila sharing dreams. are we both obsessed w revan

poor mission ):

WHAT WAS MASTER TORTIMER ABT TO SAY????????? EVER SINCE WHEN??? DID WE KNOW EACH OTHER BEFORE MY AMNESIACS????? DID BASTILA TELL U SMTHN MORE WHEN I WASNT IN THE ROOM???

im intrigued i like this whole hidden jedi shtick its very compelling. so is whatever theyre hiding from me

kinda surprising no jedi found me before tho given my force juju is so strong

IM A LEGIT JEDI NOW??? SICK!!!

does revan rlly not have pronouns i thought that was a tumblr thing but they straight up are a nonbinary icon ive never heard a single pronoun used. revan's pronouns are revan/revan's

damn revan seems so cool in these stories (charismatic war hero that convinced their troops to join them as conqueror?? julius caesar) and yet all we've seen them do onscreen is get blown up and die by accident

A YEAR AGO? the way they were talking i assumed revan died like. a week before the game started

master uh i forgot his name he has martin scorcese vibes said revan was a paragon of the jedi so what im getting is that all jedi gifted kids turn evil

even if i didnt know revan as a tumblr darling id KNOW revan has to be alive somewhere they way everyone talks abt them is too cool for a character who exploded and died. i think. i hope. I PAID £1.19 TO MEET REVAN

'only you and bastila can stop malak' seriously????? just us two?? ive been a jedi for like, 6 minutes and you guys keep calling bastila young???? do you guys not wanna help??

omg im getting carth to traumadump! <3

HE WAS ON REVAN'S ARMY>??

i totally knew the jedi code and did not have to google it whatsoever

they rlly said fuck going to illum heres a crystal from the bin

he told me id be a great sentinel and i was like i know but i want blue cause i dont wanna be matchies with bastila

OGH!!! I HAVE A LIGHTSABER!!!! THIS IS GAME OF THE YEAR!!!!

omg i made my lightsaber perfectlyyy which is rare <3 getting a good grade in jedi

maybe i was a travelling lightsaber salesman before my amnesia

seriously though WHO was i everyone's kinda stopped acting like i have amnesia since the first mission BUT IVE PLAYED DRAGON AGE THAT GIVES YOU OPPORTUNITIES TO RP UR PAST. THIS DOESNT. EITHER THIS GAME IS BAD (but i love it so its not) OR I HAVE RETROGRADE AMNESIA

also everyone keeps being like "Oh ur force juju is so strong" AND NOBODY FOUND ME TIL NOW??? suspicious. did getting a really bad concussion activate the force in me

im too confused and amnesiac'd to think abt anything except the fact i have a glowing stick now

FSESH FIVE:

big fan of using aliens to avoid having to get VAs to read every line

oh so carth's boyfriend saul betrayed him and became leader of the sith fleet so he has trust issues

well he needs to calm down. i can't betray him cause i dont know what the fuck is happening

yooo i love the design differences on the mandalorians

oh my god this lady wanted to fuck her droid cause it was her husband's. and then it killed itself. wtf. game of the year tho

wtf they jebaited this juhani person into going dark side but then i talked her out of it. that seems a bit mean of them

i hope she can join my party she looks too unique to be a random npc

ive been thinking and I might be going crazy but there was a loading screen tip ages ago that said jedis could wipe ppl's mind and all i thought at the time was 'fuck the shitshow acolyte didnt make that up'. but what if one of them wiped MY memory and i used to be a jedi or smthn ????????

cause they keep being like ur weirdly good at this??? did bastila steal my memories??????????

I KNOW I HAVE AMNESIA!! EVEN IF EVERYONE DOESN'T BRING IT UP BC THEYRE PROBABLY TRYING TO SAVE MY FEELINGS

if i dont have amnesia and im just deeping the fact the opening had my life being mansplained then im gonna look real stupid

anyway time 2 go to the fuckshit ruins cave where r-dog and malak went to

"it must be referring to revan. the dark lord and malak--" revan's pronouns are revan/thedarklord

bastila said theres no mention of the Builders in the archives. does she just know every text off by heart

THIS DROID IS 20K YEARS OLD ???

omg i can equip 2 lightsabers at once. game of the year

OK I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID ABOUT THE AMNESIA BASTILA IS ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT MY BACKGROUND THAT I CAN ANSWER. I REPEAT I DO NOT HAVE AMNESIA

ok i didnt get choices and i didnt really uh… say anything that i didnt already get told im still not ruling out amnesia

also booo i didnt get to find out how old i was

master tortimer rlly looks like the ultimate ketamine yoda

LMAO THERE WAS A DIALOGUE OPTION 2 CALL JUHANI A CATGIRL

omg kashyyk from jedi fallen order!!!

I CAN UPGRADE MY LIGHTSABER THIS IS JUST LIKE JFO

omg this ship is fun i wish everyone had personalised bunk spaces like hfw… a game which came out 19 years after this i should probably just take what we have

im gonna start w manaan cause im p sure thats what B-dog said n its the same language the droid was speakin

omg hyperspace from star wars

THE GUY THE BUILDING FELL ON???

am i having dreams abt revan bc bastila killed revan and im connected to her this is so roundabout

maybe i'd sleep better if my ponytail wasnt clipping into the pillow

[kiwi accent] six

carth needs a xanax every time i think we're friends he stops trusting me

also lmao he actually pointed out how wild it was that a day one padawan is being sent on this uber important mission and HES RIGHT IT IS WEIRD!! i thought it was main character logic but he's calling it out

i really really like the sense of unease that's setting in like at first i thought it was just cause im not used to 2003 games but no this is on purpose bc carth my friend carth keeps calling it out

THERE IS A CHILD ON MY SHIP ??????????????????

lmao the representative for menaan is roland wann. its like poetry it rhymes

there are no cameras in the sith hangar <3 rookie error i can commit crimes now

bastila's favourite hobby is getting shot and walking into my grenades

this isnt a combat system this is a missing system

I GOT ARRESTED???? IM JUST A GIRL

nvm i had a datapad that said the sith were evil so theyve let me go free and we're besties

why do i feel like ive just walked into an underwater horror mission

this suit waddles at the speed of a penguin on fentanyl

i tamed the beastie this is like how to train your dragon

MALAK FIRED ON REVAN?????? WERENT THEY BEST FRIENDS???????

but maybe revan escaped when bastila wasnt looking THEYRE FINE THEYRE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. I BELIEVE

so hopefully when we run into revan they'll be like agh i changed my ways cause of the being shot thing and they'll be my bestie

great news i successfully communicated w the ship child and gave her back to dantooine. my girl has shockingly good linguisitics skills

bastila is so dour "oh watch out for the dark side" GIRL I AM. I NEED TO GET THE BEST GRADE IN GAME MORALITY

ok OFF TO KASHYYK i hope cal kestis is there… thru the force i guess… bc he wont be born for another 4000 years but its whatever

omg you'll never guess what. another vision. wow its one of the thangs. cool this is a tomorrow me problem

[heavenlyraindrops]

☆ “ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ.” | ᴋᴇɴᴊɪ ꜱᴀᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ☆

☆ She said “fuck me like I’m famous”| Chapter one

☆ Warnings: fem!reader, afab!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, awkward!reader, reader is literally a hermit, no established relationship, not proofread, porn with like a drop of plot, they get slightly awkward after doing it but it’s ok <3 ☆ Word Count: 3.3k | Available on Tumblr & AO3

“Out? For dinner?”

You tore your eyes from your phone to look at Ami, who was watching Chiho roll around on the floor, immersed in whichever new game of pretend she had devised.

“Yes, dinner,” she repeated, then turned to look at you. “I’m meeting a… friend. Not a close one, but a friend nonetheless. And it would do you some good to meet new people, and to get out more.” She raked her eyes over you, from your baggy clothes to messy updo. 

“What’s that meant to mean? I get out plenty often. I’m out right now with you, aren’t I?”

“‘Chilling out’ at my house twice every week isn’t exactly going out, [name],” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she stood up, stepping towards the kitchen. “You’re like a hermit.”

You furrowed your brows together. “Maybe that’s how I like it.”

You heard water trickling as it filled up her glass, and her voice drift down towards where you were sitting. “I tend to wonder if I’m your only friend.”

At those words you stiffened, eyes opening wide and shooting up, back straight. “What? Friends?” You spluttered. “I have friends. I have plenty of friends. You’re not my only friend.” The words tumbled out of you hastily, and then you paused, flashing her a charming smile, trying to distract her. “You’re just my favourite one!”

She rolled her eyes as she sat back down. “Well, you have awful taste.” She handed you a drinks can. Your favourite.

“Hardly,” you uttered

“Just- you focus on work too much, okay? You need to find balance.” She took your palm, uncurling your fingers and placing the cold can in your hand. “Just come to this dinner.”

“…Fine.” You dug your finger under the tab, trying to get it open. “Who even is this friend, anyways?”

“Kenji Sato.”

You stared at her.

She must have mistaken your silence and blank stare for shock, or stupor instead of a reaction to what you considered to be an underwhelming statement, because she just sat back, letting her words sink in. They did, not that they meant much to you.

“Who?” You said blankly.

She blinked, then leaned forward. “Uh, Ken Sato? The really famous baseball player?”

You took a slow sip of the drink- the carbonation danced on your tongue. “No idea who that is. I don’t follow baseball.”

“You don’t follow anything,” she pointed out. “You’re completely out of the loop.”

You threw your hands in the air, exasperated. “Just- look, is he someone I should be impressed with? Like, am I-“

“I’ve mentioned him once,” Ami cut in. “Played in the States, moved to Japan suddenly? I was wondering why, and mentioned it to you?” She narrowed her eyes. “Unless you weren’t listening.”

“No no, I was,” you said quickly, then frowned, furrowing your brow. “Wait, didn’t you interrogate him, once? Twice?”

“Thrice,” she corrected you. “And it's called an interview, not an interrogation.”

“Same thing,” you said indignantly, with another gulp of ice cold carbonated sugar. “And you’re sure he’s just a friend.” You eyed her, testing her for any telltale signs on her face suggesting otherwise.

She simply stared at you, unimpressed. “Yes.”

“Okay,” you said, stretching out the vowel, rolling it along your tongue. You stopped. “Okay, fine, I’ll come to your dinner thing.”

“Yes!” She said, sounding a bit too relieved. You stared at her. “Sorry, it’s just- I’m so glad you’re finally-“ she cut off with an excited, pleased noise. 

You looked at her, concern for yourself creeping into your expression. “Am I really that-“

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “Now, please put some effort into your appearance tomorrow night-“

“Tomorrow night?”

“Yes, do you have plans?” She didn’t wait for an answer, because she already knew it. “No? Thought so. Please put some effort into your appearance tomorrow night, because it’ll be worth it.”

“Uh huh,” you said slowly.

“I wonder if you even remember how to behave in a social setting,” she mused, and you smacked her shoulder. 

That night when you got home and flopped down on your bed, pulling out your phone, your finger hovered over the search bar.

What was his name?

Kenji Sato.

You were typing in the words before you even realized it, and seeing the images, you froze.

Oh. 

Shoving down any sort of deranged thoughts that could have been formulating in your head, you buried your face into your pillow and tried to fall asleep.

-

“[name]!”

“Ami!” You stuttered. Ami came towards you, eyes lighting up as she took in your appearance.

“You look really different,” she said, taking in your appearance. “Really pretty.”

You didn’t often wear clothes that were form-fitting or flattered your figure, but you’d decided that since it was a dinner with basically a celebrity, you might as well have put in some extra effort into your looks. 

“Thanks,” you said, as she led you through the restaurant doors and to your table. Pausing, she turned to look at you. 

“You look sick,” she frowned. “And nervous.” She clicked her tongue. “Maybe this really was a bad idea. I should have know you can’t handle-“

“No!” You almost burst out. “No, I mean, I can do this. It’s not that big a deal. I’m just meeting a new person, right?” 

She nodded hesitantly, still frowning at you.

“Right. So, not a big de-“

“Hey, Ami.”

You froze, shoulders stiffening.

“Kenji.” Ami turned to him. You still hadn’t looked at him yet, eyes fixed desperately on Ami’s face. “This is [name]. Name, this is-“

“Ken Sato.” He held out his hand to you, to shake. You stared at his long fingers, then slowly looked up to his face. He was wearing this easy, charming grin. Your knees almost buckled. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

You grabbed his hand and shook it. “N-nice to meet you.” You both held your stare a few seconds longer than you needed to. 

He raised a dark brow, and you could have sworn his expression had flickered with amusement before he turned back to Ami. “And here I was worried I was late.” He waved you both on towards the table, where you took your seats.

Ami was looking at you, frowning. You gave her a wobbly smile back. 

Oh, fuck this.

-

“So, what did you say you work as, [name]?” 

Kenji’s voice snapped you out of your haze, and you looked up at him, eyes widening. “Oh, I’m an, uh, I’m an author.” You stared hard at your food, then looked back up at him to gauge his reaction. 

He just leaned back against his chair. “Cool.” His eyes were set on yours. You flushed. “What sort of stuff do you write?”

“Uh,” your eyes slid to Ami, who was looking at you expectantly. “Romance, mostly.” The confession made your cheeks burn but you were too much of a mess to lie smoothly, not that it had even occurred to you in the first place- and Ami would have teased you about it later.

But Kenji just formed a small ‘o’ with his mouth, then smirked. “That’s cute.”

“Is it?” You had to fight to not make your voice sound like a squeak. He just nodded, taking a bite of his food like it was nothing. 

He’d said it so casually that Ami hadn’t even noticed, instead pouring herself more of her drink and commenting on how Kenji had healed up. You blinked, confused, and turned as he held his arm out, flexing it.

“Yeah, quicker than I thought,” he said. You could see the faint outline of his muscles through the fabric and were so prepared to just jump out the window, then and there. He must have caught you staring because, without turning his head, he locked eyes with you and fucking winked.

You bit your lip, rubbing your thighs together and trying to ignore every instinct in your body screaming at you to throw yourself across the table. “You got hurt?”

He dropped his arm back to his side, rolling his shoulder. “Yeah. It’s fine now though.”

You didn’t press any farther, just eating your food in flushed silence, trying to ignore the burning you could feel in between your thighs. 

-

“How’d you get here, [name]?” Ami asked. You stared desperately at your phone screen.

“Cab,” you muttered, rubbing your hand on the back of your neck. The app was empty. “But there aren’t any available.”

You checked the time. Half past eleven. You shivered, the night air biting at your skin. Ami looked at you, concerned. “Should I drop you?”

“No. No.” Guilt ate away at your gut. “No, you need to get home to Chiho, and I’m in the completely opposite direction- it’s not worth it.” You stepped back, and you could feel Kenji look over your shoulder at your screen. He leaned down to your level, breath warm on your ear. You shivered again, but not from the cold. “I’ll just wait until something shows up.”

“What’s your address?” He tilted his face slightly towards you, before pulling away. You stared at him, then frowned at him slightly, opening your mouth to reply, but Ami cut in.

“Look, I-“ she glanced at her watch. “I really need to go.” She pursed her lips. “I’m sorry, [name].”

You waved her off. “Don’t be.”

And she was gone, her car rolling off. You looked back at Kenji, and quickly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, mumbling your address.

He tapped something into his phone, and his face twisted into a satisfactory grin. “It’s on the way to mine. So I’ll just drop you.” He started walking down the street.

You stumbled after him. “Oh- are you- are you sure?”

He turned, walking backwards, in the same direction but facing you know as he shrugged, grinning. “Why not? Better than waiting around in the cold for a ride.”

“R-right.” 

He led you to where a motorbike was parked, and you blinked. “You rode here on a motorcycle?”

He shrugged his blue biker’s jacket off, and without warning, draped it over your shoulders. “Yeah. Surprised?”

“I… don’t know.” Your face was burning at the action. “Are you sure…” you fiddled with the hem of his jacket.

He waved his hand at it dismissively. “Take it. You look cold.”

You fell silent. Then: “I don’t have a helmet.”

He reached into a compartment, pulling one out. “Spare. For situations like this, I guess. Comes in handy.”

“Situations like this?” You echoed, as he stepped towards you, setting the helmet down over your head and fastening it tight. Your heart was going a million miles a minute.

“When I have to make sure a pretty girl like you gets home, obviously,” he said casually, but the look on his face betrayed his nonchalant tone. He clambered onto the bike. “Come on, then. Get on.”

You blinked, face burning even harder than before, but did as he told you to. 

-

“Thanks. For taking me home, I mean.” 

He looked up at you as you pulled the helmet off your head, imitating the action himself. A strand of hair fell in front of his forehead. “Don’t think about it,” he shrugged, and your grip on the helmet tightened as you clutched it to your chest. 

“Oh, but I will.” You dropped your voice to a husky whisper, and watched his jaw clench. Oh thank you god, I remember how to flirt. Kind of. 

Now it was his turn to become flustered, as he gave you another grin, shaky this time. “Really?” He asked, voice hoarse. You stepped back, towards your house.

“You should come inside,” you suggested. “It’s not that late.”

He raised his eyebrow. “It’s almost midnight,” he laughed, but didn’t object to your offering, licking his lips nervously. You paused your walk up towards your front door, turning and looking at him expectantly. 

“Oh, fuck this,” he muttered, abandoning the bike and walking towards you. Your stomach exploded into a flurry of butterflies as you both hurried towards your front door. 

-

You bit back a whimper as his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you with a hunger you hadn’t been met with before. The door hadn’t even shut before his hands were on your waist, dragging you close to him- and then it was, and he pinned you against it, your back pressing into the ridges of the wood. 

He pulled away, both of your breathing ragged as he pressed his forehead against yours, eye contact unwavering. He cursed under his breath. “Sorry- I should have- I should have asked.”

You were barely able to move your mouth, shaking your head lightly. “It’s fine,” you breathed, and his eyes flicked back down to your lips, grip on your waist tightening. “You didn’t have to.”

“God, you’re-“ he choked on his own words. “You’re pretty.” 

You didn’t have time to respond before his mouth was capturing yours again, heat burning all over as one of his hands wandered to grip your nape, holding you steady. His teeth grazed your lip and you gasped, but he pulled away, pressing kisses all the way down your jaw and collarbone, leaving a trail of blooming bruises in his wake. His other hand fell from your waist to hip, pressing you close up against him, and heat pooled in your core. 

“Ken,” you managed to whisper weakly through the dizzying haze clouding your mind. He paused, teeth pressed against your skin, and he leaned back up to you, ghosting his lips over the shell of your ear, humming. “Are you sure this is a g-good idea?” Your voice was shaking. He frowned, pulling away, and his fingers dug into your hips. 

“Why wouldn’t it be?” His voice was husky with desire, eyes trained on your every movement. You could feel his breath on your skin. You opened your mouth, searching for a reason, but couldn’t find any. He trailed his fingers down your neck, brushing over the marks, to the collar of your top, tugging at it. “Come on.”

You stumbled after him, shedding the jacket, ignoring it as it fell to the floor, and he pulled you down onto the couch with him, hands on your waist. You fell into his lap, straddling him. He grinned. “Still can’t find a reason?”

“…No.”

“Then just relax,” he told you, lips still pressed against your jaw, fingers creeping beneath the hem of your top. “Because I’m about to make you feel really good.”

At his words you bit back a moan, sucking in a harsh breath as you bit your lip, involuntarily rolling your hips against him. He hissed, tipping his head back. You were certain his hands were going to leave marks everywhere they touched, feeling them dig into your hips as you dove onto his neck, suckling and biting, anything to repay the affection he’d shown you earlier.

His hand fisted your hair, gently but firmly tugging you back and away. “Stop it,” he hissed. “Just let me do my thing, okay?”

You looked at him, confused, and slightly hurt, until he quickly pressed a reassuring kiss to your lips. “I said I’d make you feel good, so just sit back and let me, got it?”

You didn’t argue with him, not when he flipped you around so that your back was pressed against the couch, or when he sank to his knees, pushing your legs open, letting out a shaky breath as your skirt hiked right up your thighs. 

He let out a breathless laugh. “You’re wet,” he teased, his hot breath hitting your skin. He pressed a chaste kiss to your inner thigh, making you shiver, then another, each one lasting longer before the one before, leaving marks littering all over your inner thighs. You bit your lip- the mere sight of his face in between your legs was enough to get you dripping, even more than you were before, and he seemed to notice, because he let out an amused chuckle.

“Wh-what?” Your voice was broken, and hitched when he pressed his thumb to your clothed clit, sending a jolt of pleasure into your cunt. He smirked at your reaction. 

“Nothing,” he murmured, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your soaked panties, tugging them slowly down your legs. Your teeth pressed down on your bottom lip harder. His eyes flicked up to meet your expression. “What? Nervous?” 

You didn’t reply, just shaking, and he let out a slow breath, pressing his lips back against your inner thigh as his expression softened. “Don’t be, baby.” His lips curled back into his signature grin. “I told you you could relax, remember?”

You flushed, and nodded.

Without warning, he dove in, lips pressing down on your clit. You whimpered, not even enough time to react before his tongue licked a long strip up your entrance, making you twitch and spasm, throbbing pleasure aching. Your legs instinctively pulled together but he forced them back apart, tongue tracing slow patterns across your bundle of nerves, eyes hooded with lust as he watched your flinch and gasp. 

You let out a broken whimper of his name, and felt him tense under you- but he didn’t stop his movements, slipping his tongue in between your folds, stretching you out with his fingers. You bucked your hips, but he grabbed your hip with his other hand, pinning you down to keep you from moving. “Shhh,” he whispered, his low voice sending vibrations into your core. You let out a desperate moan- it took everything in you to not desperately start grinding against his face. He chuckled slightly at your pitiful state, turning his attention back to your dripping cunt, slipping a finger inside. Your back arched, hand flying to your mouth to clamp over it. A finger slipped inside, curling to hit that sweet spot- you almost saw stars.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, screwing your eyes shut. “I think I’m gonna cum-“

He simply hummed at your words, the vibrations of his voice sending another shockwave through you, lapping at you like he was hungrier than before, fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace. You knew what he was saying.

Go on. Cum. 

And you did, a broken cry of his name slipping past your lips as the orgasm crashed over you, legs shaking as he drew out your high for as long as possible. And when you finally came down he pushed himself up, towards you, capturing your lips in another feverish kiss. 

You could see the shaky movements of his chest as he breathed heavily, feel his boner pressed up against you, his face flushed and burning to the touch. You pulled away. 

“Are you… shoud I…” You reached for his zipper, despite the fact your voice was heavy with fatigue but he just shook his head, laughing breathlessly.

“No, no, I… don’t worry about me.” He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I’ll just- where’s the bathroom?”

“Down the corridor, first door on the left,” you mumbled, slumping back. He stood up, adjusting your head on the couch.

“Okay, I’ll- I’ll be right back.”

You heard his footsteps hurry away and the door shut.

You didn’t realize how much time had passed, with you laying on the couch, drifting in and out of consciousness, when you heard his footsteps approach you again. You looked up at him drowsily.

“Hey.” Your voice was barely audible. “You should stay here for the night.”

He opened his mouth, but didn’t object, even when you waved him over to lay next to you. You settled on top of him, laying your head on his chest. His arm looped around your waist. 

“[name],” he muttered. You lifted your head. “Is this just a… one time thing?”

You tilted your head. “Do you want it to be?”

He frowned, then shook his head. “No. No, I don’t.”

You smiled. “Me neither.”

☆ A/N: visit either the first tag or the pinned post to find the other chapters!

[sungiescheotluv]

mirror muscles ⭑.ᐟ na jaemin

pairing: na jaemin x gender neutral reader

word count: 2.7k

tags/warnings: fluff, established relationship, suggestive, gym talk(?)

summary: doing your new resolutions with jaemin has always worked in your favor, most goals ticked off your lists. however, when you mention going to gym, jaemin's enthusiasm reaches new heights.

notes: hiyaaaa! it feels like forever since i last posted (two days omg 🙄) but i do hope you pretty stars enjoy this very indulgent fic! as an aspiring gym girlie, i'd do anything for this kind of princess treatment (particularly from jaemin 😋) also, the title of this is based on the soft play song with the same name (emo jisung, lemme give u some music recs). ok, i think i'm done here. wishing u all the best, much loveeee! <3

Note to self: never, under any circumstances, tell Jaemin your New Year’s resolution. Because one peek at your ambitious list and Jaemin will pry you from your warm bed, at the ass crack of dawn (might you add) to go to the gym because ‘nothing beats a morning pump.’

If you weren’t stupidly in love with him, you would’ve dropped a dumbbell on his toe.

How you get to this point is a lot more wholesome. Since the start of your relationship, once snow trickles down for Christmas, you two sit at your dining table with your laptops opened on Pinterest and pin-point what goals you'd like to achieve the following year. This way, you’re not shouldering your ambitions alone, having each other every step of the year as you tick off box after box. So far, you’ve managed to complete most of your goals. Go traveling, learn a new language, cook more home-cooked meals, limit screen time (still working on that) and many more. Jaemin was also progressing well: dedicating more time in his photography, reducing his coffee intake, going to bed earlier and visiting his mother more. 

For this year’s moodboard, while collecting pictures of your next set of goals, fitness content shows up in your recommendations. People in pilates studios in their pastel pink gym-sets. The aesthetic draws you in, how content people feel moving their body besides getting their 10k steps a day in. More photos start showing up, people sculpting their pride in the gym, sharing personal stories of their fitness journey and how the gym has taught them so much about themselves. What they’re capable of, what they never thought they could do and what opportunities lie await now that they’re happier in themselves. It all seems promising, even more so when you reconsider how bright your best friend’s life’s become since making the choice. She’d rarely accompany you to a game of badminton and now she’s pioneering her own run-club, amassing a social media following the size of an army.

You’d have to ask her how to get started once she’s back from her influencer trip (maybe content creating is something you needed to hop on). Then again, peering over your laptop screen to Jaemin’s glowing face, you could simply ask him. He’s been consistently going to the gym for a while now, to the point where you fake-pleaded for SM to close their gym because your boyfriend's become too buff for you to function. He’s always been gorgeous, with a face that could charm a snake, but now that he’s carved like a Renaissance sculpture, you couldn’t form a coherent sentence around him. Of course, aesthetic reasons are what lured him into the space, but he relays it’s become a lot more than that for him.

“I want to be strong, not only to build my confidence but to also protect my loved ones,” he looks directly at you, a serious hue to his eyes. “It’s another form of self-love. Showing up for myself, proving I can do hard things, even when I don’t want to. That I can step out of my comfort zone, try new things and ultimately, live a longer life. Because at the end of the day, as much as I do this for me, I also do it so I can help you carry groceries. So that I can move furniture around when we move in together, be the one that my family calls if they need something physically demanding done,”

Fondness curves his lips, a flicker of timidity dart his eyes down to the desk before they flicker back up at you, astoundingly earnest as he says, “I’d also want to keep up with our kids. Carry them when they’re tired or run after them in a park. Those are my reasons.”

Something stutters in your chest. Then, leaps. Over the course of your three year relationship, it’s only natural that topics like this are mentioned, like marriage and children. Heck, you two shared a Pinterest board of decor ideas for the shared apartment you’d been on the lookout for. So, it shouldn't phase you but it does. How far into the future he sees with you. How he shares a bit of himself so effortlessly, in a way that lacks pressure and possesses good faith. Love and promise. All prominent themes throughout your relationship, one you thank your lucky stars for.

As a consequence, you flush. Folding like the early days of your relationships. “You’re getting bold these days. We haven’t even moved in together.”

“All in good time, angel,” he grins, looking a bit lovesick. “In any case, if this is something you wanna do, I’d be more than happy to help. Go to the gym with you so you don’t feel anxious, show you how to use the machines, get you workout clothes - whatever you want.”

You could marry this man.

You extend your arm across the wooden table, hand finding his as your fingers interlace, the same song and dance you’d hope you’d spend your life doing. “Thanks, baby.”

And now? Now, divorce weighs heavily on your mind.

In an effort to avoid the New Year’s crowd, Jaemin wakes you up early in the slum of days after Christmas where time doesn’t exist, cuddling into your half-sleeping figure with a gentle voice. Coaxes you to get up, slip on the new gym clothes you’d spent on his card (his treat, he said) and somehow, here you are, stinging eyes squinting under fluorescent lights with some EDM track playing faintly in the background.

“Oh, baby. Don’t look so down, you’re in good hands,” Jaemin coos, hand squishing your cheeks under your chin before pulling you into his chest, warm and comforting. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Couldn’t this wait until,” you glance at your fitness tracker, your own treat to yourself. “Midday? No one needs to be here at 9 am.”

“Maybe, but it’s a good way to start your day. Or get it out of the way,” he chuckles, spinning you out his arms before he wiggles his eyebrows. “Plus, who doesn’t want to see my muscles first thing in the morning?”

He drives home his point by kissing his bicep, something that should make you cringe out your skin or disappear without a trace, but no. Perhaps you’re still sleepy, shielding a snicker with your hand because of how lame (said adoringly) he is.

“You said you’d usually start off with thirty minutes on the treadmill, right?” You nod your head. “Okay, I’ll go with you. I’ll run for fifteen and row until you're done. So you don’t constantly have me in your ear.”

You laugh, because as grumpy as you’d been on the way here, you could never grow tired of him. All his carefree and mischief nature, his sweet and generous manner - you couldn’t even if you tried. 

Few people populate the modern gym, near to none in the cardio section as Jaemin refreshes your memory on all the buttons before you begin. Beside you, he does sporadic sprints, no heavy breaths clouding his chatter with you. You, on the other hand, keep it relatively reserved for your first time, upping the speed when you want to challenge yourself, surprising yourself with the distance and time that flies by. Soon enough, Jaemin’s squeezing your hand and moving a few rows back where the rowing machines are, leaving you with your walking playlist.

Again, in a flash, time passes by, upbeat songs blaring in your headphones that make you dance through the next fifteen minutes, a simmer of sadness coming when you’ve reached time with a whole host of songs still in the queue.

“You can listen to them next time,” Jaemin winks before leading you into a dark, LED room dotted with mirrors and yoga mats. This is one of the rooms booked for classes, but for now, it’s your stretching area where you cycle through some stretches and Jaemin jokes about folding you like a pretzel. 

The one other person in the room - a woman in her thirties - coughs, before smirking your way, the heat of your embarrassment migrating to your cheeks as you swat at Jaemin. He simply laughs, stretching to reveal his happy trail and suddenly, you forget why you’re even mad. 

When you’re finished, he shows you different sections - an assortment of cable machines, the weights area and then to an area with more machines. There’s a few people occupying the machines, immersed in their own world with flushed cheeks and sweat seeping into their clothes. It fills you with relief, that no one’s focused on you and your sweating figure as if you had ‘gym newbie’ written across your forehead. Jaemin shows you some of the machines he uses, depending on what he wants to work out but for the most part, lets you decide what machines you’d want to use - if any.

“Why do I need to put on muscle? You putting me in a headlock is good enough.” You fake-complain, feeding off the gentle approach Jaemin’s taken in trying to convert you to a gym rat.

“And you say I’m the dirty one,” he tsks with a matching grin. “You don’t need to do anything. All I’m doing is showing you the options you have. The more things you try, the more likely you’ll find something you lik-”

“Is that the slut machine?”

Jaemin’s head jerks back, eyebrows pinching together in confusion. “What are you talking about?’

“This one,” you approach the machine closeby, pointing to the photo attached along with its actual name - hip adduction. “Isn’t this the one where people like, open their legs like crazy?”

Jaemin shakes his head, amusement in the smile he swipes with his hand. “Yes, it is. Wanna give it a go?”

“Hell yeah,” you climb into the machine in a rush, finding the experience more exciting than scary as Jaemin makes sure everything is in order. “This is gonna be hilarious.”

“I’m setting it to a low weight. If it’s too easy, we’ll move it upwards and try and find your range,” he comments, looking at you through his silver hair. “You ready?”

“Ready,” and you go, the weight moving like nothing, so much so that when it sets back to its original position, you’re more caught off guard by how far apart your legs are spread. “This is so raunchy, ohmygod.”

“Good thing it’s facing the wall,” Jaemin laughs at you shielding in between your legs. He ups the weight, the number looking a lot scarier than anticipated. “Let’s try this then. You should be able to rep 10 of these.”

You shuffle, a bit unconvinced. Taking a breath, you engage the machine, exerting more effort than before but managing to do one rep. Then two, then three all the way up to ten. Enough to challenge you, but not strain you.

Jaemin howls, pinching your cheek as he says, “Look at you go! That was great.”

“Thank you,” you huff, the tingle in your thighs somehow the source of the happiness in your chest. “That was really fun, actually.”

“Isn’t it?” Jaemin smiles, using some paper towel to wipe after the machine for you. “Usually people do about three sets of those. Reps depend on what you want to do - build endurance, muscle strength, all that. But that was really great, I’m so proud of you.”

And you feel proud of yourself too. Having tried something new, feeling unsure but leaning into the feeling. Letting yourself see how far you can extend yourself, pleasantly surprised with the distance. 

So, this was what Jaemin was on about.

You continue your morning like this, getting a personalised tutoring session in how certain machines works and what areas they work out. Jaemin runs through his leg day, since you two were on the hip adduction machine, enjoying more exercises like leg press and goblet squats. By the time you get to the hip thrust machine to try, someone’s occupying it. Jaemin suggests using the squat rack, the scary thing with a long barbell and weights attached to it. Sensing your apprehension, Jaemin lets you know he’s got you, coaching you through the exercise and any queries you may have about movement or positioning. Eventually, it’s your turn to lean against the incline bench and despite your fear, you work your way through 8 hip thrusts. You don’t nearly enjoy it as much as people online talk about it, which Jaemin says,

“That’s perfectly fine. There’s so many exercises that work the same areas. You’ll find one you prefer.” 

Finished for your session, Jaemin asks for you to hold tight while he does some deadlifts. It’s maddening watching him pick up such heavy weights, concentration knitting his eyebrows together with his exposed arms flexing under the tension. Wearing a sleeveless top for the gym in theory is great, but for your mental health? Bad, so bad. 

Because even if your body rings with exhaustion, the kind that’s refreshing and ensures a peaceful slumber, you’re about ready to jump his bone. 

Ill with lust, as you’d joke. 

Jaemin snickers, snapping his waist belt off with one hand, which shouldn’t be sexy but is. Your eyes then trail to the barbell, the memory of Jaemin’s set vivid in your mind.

“Did you wanna try it?” Jaemin asks, reading your mind. “We can start off with no weights. Just the barbell. There’s also different variations of a deadlift, let’s see which one you prefer.”

Out of the three, you pick the most conventional one to start with, teeth sinking into your bottom lip at what you’ve gotten yourself into. Particularly after Jaemin loads weights on each end when you've rehearsed with the barbell.

“Think of the barbell cutting your feet in half - not standing too close so that your shins are touching it and not too far away that you have to lean to grab it,” Jaemin coaches, your feet shuffling into the right position. “Nice. Let’s move onto the hinge movement,”

From behind you, his hands settle onto your hips, pulling them back with him. He pats them, a chuckle left in his wake as he steps to your side to demonstrate without overly being horny. 

Bastard.

“Like you just did, you’ve gotta hinge your hips backwards until you can’t hinge anymore. Then, you’ll move a little into your knees, like a squat almost so you can grab the barbell,” you follow along, the barbell cold against your hands as you blow a breath.

“Great. Keep your body tense, engage your core and glutes. No arch,” his hand hovers over the arch of your back, something teasing in his smile. “Show your chest, keep your head up straight and lift the barbell up. Remember to keep it close to your body before you lower it down with the same hinge movement and movement into your knees.”

You puff out another breath, the same fear you’ve conquered throughout the session whirring in your chest.

“Don’t worry, angel,” Jaemin smiles, moving behind you again with hovered hands around your figure. “I’ve got you. You’ve got you.” 

Again, his words dawn on you. All the power in your hands, a feeling your heart wants nothing more than to run towards as you lift up the barbell, strength personified as you wait at the top of your stance, smiling at the “Let’s fucking go, you’re doing it! You’re doing it, angel!” in your ear. You hinge backwards, the weight knocked down to the floor with no tension on your back as expected.

Once you’re upright again, Jaemin engulfs you in a backhug, lifting your figure off the floor and kissing your neck, drawing giggles out of you. Joy moves through your body like warm light at his excitement that exceeds your own, belief not setting in quite yet.

“I can’t believe you,” he coos, the mirror ahead of you capturing the embrace he holds you in, the elation in his eyes as he does nothing but adore you. Like he’s always done. “Actually, I can. You’ve got a laundry list of things you’re good at. Can you believe it?”

“Not originally,” you admit, the confession somewhat bittersweet. “But after this, I think I’d better have more faith in myself.”

Fondness finds itself in his lips again, a kiss against your cheek as he gently guides you out the way, lifting the barbell onto the rack with his gaze in the mirror directed to yours. 

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

And you fall into laughter, helping him slid off the weights before flexing in the mirror like you wanted, finding a different strength in yourself with Jaemin by your side.

[adumbratrapedme]

“Caught, Almost!”

Pairing: kenma x reader

Synopsis: you and kenma. needy. school grounds. almost caught. ok? ok.

Warnings: “public” sex, smut, +18, p in v, etc. idk im too lazy to properly tag this uhhh, is my first time writing smut cuz i usually get too nervous while writting it ngl (i take constructive criticism, sooo point out what i could do better. thank you!). nyan!

╭⋅Tbh not even you know how you guys enfed like this huh ╭⋅You where supossed to JUST GO AND FIND YOUR BOYFRIEND that was skipping practice (again) ╭⋅He was tired you know?? You guys just finished exam season and! He got a new game! Common!! Let my man rest!! ╭⋅Anyways, you didn’t care, sorry ken ken, disadvantages of having a manager gf unu ╭⋅So, tbh i would never take kenken as someone that has public sex? But i mean lets try to understand him ok? A full exam week, no gf, no kisses and the only opportunities you had to get together he got cockblocked! Wether it was his or you family ╭⋅When you finally find him sitting in his desk playing with the psp you try to pull him away but he does not comply! ╭⋅Until well… you get irritated and start saying that you’d do anything he wants!! ╭⋅So here we go :3

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“Kenma~!” you called out, your voice echoing through the empty halls as you searched for your elusive boyfriend. Frustration bubbled inside you, and just as you were about to give up, a familiar mop of pudding-colored hair caught your eye through the window of an empty classroom. “UGH! THERE YOU ARE!!” you huffed, storming into the room, Kenma flinched at your sudden outburst, his eyes still glued to his handheld console. "You're still looking for me? So... practice isn't over yet? Great..." he muttered under his breath, clearly bothered by the situation.

"Honeyyyy~" you groaned dramatically as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. He didn't budge, his fingers tapping away at the buttons, “keEeeEn~” you whined, playfully trying to push him out of the chair.

"Come on! Kuroo is going to kill me if I don't bring you back!"

Still no reaction.

You leaned in closer, pressing your cheek against his. "Do you really want your beaaauuutiful girlfriend to fail at her manager duties, huh?"

Kenma finally sighed, his gaze never leaving the screen. "

...If it means

you'll leave me alone, then... sure."

"UGH! Kenmaaaa!" you pouted, slumping dramatically in front of him.

Dropping to your knees and hugging his legs you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"

His fingers faltered for a second.

"You're so annoying.." he muttered, but there was the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

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After what felt like hours (okay, maybe just ten minutes) of begging and pressing Kenma to go to practice, you finally hit your limit. Refusing to stand from your spot on the floor, you crossed your arms and gave him your best fake teary eyes, complete with a trembling pout.

“Fine then… let them fire me from my manager position,” you huffed dramatically. Kenma finally glanced down at you, his expression flat. “Y/N… this isn’t a job. They won’t fire you.”

But then — ngh! — his gaze lingered. The sight of you sitting on the floor, all pouty and vulnerable? That triggered something in his brain.

Neurons? Activated.

Kenma? Horny

Y/n? Annoyed

Crops? Watered.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he averted his gaze, but his voice softened. “But… maybe there’s something we can do… if you really want me to go back to practice.” Your eyes lit up. “YAS! I knew it!” You leapt from the floor, wrapping your arms around him in excitement. “Come on, tell me! I’ll do anything you want!”

Kenma blinked, momentarily stunned by your enthusiasm, before a tiny smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Well… you know how we haven’t been able to spend much time together lately?” You nodded eagerly, not missing the way his voice dipped into a quieter tone.

“And how every time we try to be alone… someone interrupts us?” he added, glancing at you briefly before looking away again, the blush deepening.

“Uh-huh,” you murmured, heart thumping in anticipation. Kenma cleared his throat. “Well… maybe we can do it now.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait… here?” “The school’s practically empty,” he murmured, setting his PSP down on the desk. “Only a few clubs and… maybe a janitor. But if we’re careful…”

He finally looked back at you, and the heat in his gaze sent shivers down your spine.

“You serious?” you whispered.

Kenma leaned in slightly, his voice low. “Only if you want to.”

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So... in the end, you gave in—how could you possibly resist that pudding-colored mop of hair? And now, here you are, in this exact moment.

You're leaning over his desk, your hands pressing against the surface.

Honestly, you feel a little exposed. Your boyfriend's behind you, and you can feel his gaze, while all you can see is what's right in front of you. You feel his cold hand lift your skirt, the breeze of his breath hitting your core, making you shiver just a little..

"just look at this, huh kitten? i barely even told you what i wanted and you are this wet already?” he said as he pulled down at your underwear, “ so eager to please me huh?” He said leaning into you and giving your ear a few kitten licks.

"P-Please, Kenma," you whispered, a hint of shame in your voice. Doing this in school? It felt so forbidden, so sinful. But deep down, you couldn't deny it — you'd been waiting for this moment just as much as he had.

To be honest, Kenma had wanted to tease you a little longer, but even he couldn't hold back. After the past week of restraint, he was too pent up to keep it inside any longer.

"So whiny..." he murmured while placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck, while one of his hands ran down your shirt until he reached your breasts, the way he squeezed them was very rough, but it was the right one for that moment, his hand was massaging them and the other was busy unbuckling his belt.

"I'm sorry darling..." he whispered into your ear while holding his member with one hand and rubbing it against your entrance earning a soft moan from you "you know that normally I would go slowly but... I don't think there's enough time for that right now"

You nodded in agreement, eager to feel him inside you, you hadn't realized how much you needed this, how much you missed his hands, his kisses and his caresses...

Just when you were lost in your thoughts a sudden pressure at your entrance made you yelp, Kenma's hands gripped your waist firmly, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulled you closer. His breathing was uneven, his gaze heavy with desire as he leaned in.

"Ahh... Y/N..." His voice came out low and hoarse, roughened by the tension building between you. He pushed in deeper, his movements purposeful, each one making you gasp as your body adjusted to him. "You're so tight... nghh..." The way he muttered it, half a groan and half a breathless confession, made your stomach flutter.

A whimper escaped you, soft and broken, your lower lip trembling as you tried to speak through the haze. "K-Kenma... it's so big, I-"

Before you could finish, he picked up his pace, each movement making you lose more control over your voice. You couldn't stop the sounds slipping from your lips, and just as quickly, he silenced you with a kiss - rough, needy, possessive. "I like you better when you just moan for me," he mumbled against your lips, his voice low and commanding.

The words sent a shiver down your spine, making you melt into his touch.

You could feel the tension in your body rising fast, and by the way Kenma gripped you, he could feel it too. The way you clenched around him made him groan softly, his head dropping to your shoulder as he trailed kisses along your neck, leaving faint marks behind.

Normally, he would slow down - tease you, drag things out until you were begging for more. But this time, he couldn't hold back. His own release was close, and it showed in the way his thrusts grew more erratic, rocking the desk beneath you as he pushed deeper.

"Fuck... baby..." His voice was husky, strained, filled with urgency as he buried himself in you. "I'm really close..."

You couldn't hold back your own moans any longer. The intensity of his movements, the weight of his body against your back, the sound of his voice — it was all too much. You didn't care if anyone could hear, if anyone walked by. All that mattered was him.

Kenma's fingers tightened their grip on your hips, his forehead pressed to yours as he pushed you both toward the edge. His heart was racing, his breath ragged in your ear, and you could feel the tension winding tighter and tighter.

"Kenma... please." you whimpered, your voice trembling as you clung to him, your body shaking from the overwhelming sensation.

He groaned softly at the sound of his name falling from your lips, his movements never faltering. He could feel how close you were — he always knew your body better than you did.

And though his usual control would have him drawing things out, this time he couldn't stop. His release was so close, right there, and he didn't want to hold back.

Twenty minutes in, and he already had you falling apart twice. But still, he kept going, chasing that final high — for both of you.

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Kenma's forehead rested against your back, his breath hot and uneven as you both tried to steady yourselves.

His fingers traced slow, soothing patterns under your skirt, a stark contrast to the urgency from moments before. There was a softness in his gaze now, something tender beneath the layers of intensity that still lingered in the air between you.

"Are you okay?" he murmured quietly, his voice softer, more familiar. The concern in his tone made your heart ache in the best way, and you nodded, lips curling into a faint smile.

"I'm okay," you whispered, though your voice still trembled slightly from the aftershocks, your body now fully resting in the desk in a weak attempt of catching your breath.

Kenma's lips twitched into a small smile at your answer. He wasn't always great with words, but his actions said enough. His hands lingered on your hips, steadying you before before turning you around, facing each other, his forehead brushing yours in a quiet moment of calm.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence was comfortable, filled only with the sound of your slowing breaths and the faint creak of the desk beneath you. His thumbs rubbed lazy circles over your skin, grounding both of you as you melted into each other. "I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asked after a moment, his voice quieter, almost hesitant. It wasn't like him to ask, but there was something different in the way he looked at you now — more vulnerable, more open.

You shook your head, cupping his face gently. "No... it was perfect," you said softly, and you meant it.

Kenma sighed in relief, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned into your touch.

His lips pressed a lingering kiss to your palm before he pulled you close again, wrapping his arms around you like he couldn't bear to let go just yet. "You make me feel things I never thought l'd want," he admitted quietly, his voice almost shy. "I've never... wanted someone like this before."

The honesty in his words made your chest tighten, and you couldn't help but smile as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered against his skin. "You don't have to be afraid of wanting me."

Kenma's arms tightened around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His heart was pounding against yours, steady and strong.

What you both thought would be a peaceful moment didn’t last nearly as long as you had hoped. For a brief second, you let yourselves forget that you were still on school grounds, thinking you could steal a quiet moment together. But reality quickly came crashing back in the form of a loud, obnoxious voice that both of you knew all too well.

"KENMAAAAAA... Y/N!" Kuroo’s voice echoed through the hallways, sharp and unmistakable as he called out for you two. It was impossible to ignore. You exchanged a glance, both of you groaning internally.

"Come on, Y/N, I trusted you!" Kuroo’s voice whined from further down the hall, his footsteps growing louder as he approached.

"Shit," Kenma muttered, clearly irritated. He quickly pulled away from you, his eyes darting around in panic. "We should hurry," he added, his tone serious now.

Both of you scrambled to adjust yourselves. Kenma straightened his uniform with a quick tug at his collar, while you did the same at your skirt. You couldn’t help but glance at Kenma, biting your lip in a mix of amusement and slight concern.

"Do I have sex hair?" you asked, half joking but also genuinely curious, Kenma paused for a split second, giving you a once-over before shrugging. "Hmm... maybe just a little," he said nonchalantly, brushing his fingers through your hair to tame it.

"Great," you muttered, pushing your hair back into place as the sound of Kuroo’s voice drew closer. You had to think fast before he found you both in the hallway, and judging by the way Kenma was glancing nervously in the direction of the noise, he was already calculating your next move.

You both braced yourselves for what would surely be an uncomfortable encounter, wondering if this "moment of peace" was truly ever meant to be.

[knife-eared-jan]

Ok, as much as I have been hyping and playing 12 hours a day since it got out (still in Act 1 though, bc I'm a slowass player and completionist), I feel like I have to say something that is getting hard to ignore at this point... and I wanna preface this by saying that I am loving a lot of aspects of the game and I adore the writing when it comes to the companions, who I am obsessed with.

And maybe this will get better yet, as I generally heard the writing picks up once the story progresses beyond picking up all companions..

But I'm starting to get quite upset at the way the writing just does NOT care about the established lore and the politics of Thedas like at all, when to me - and many others - that richness, nuance and depth of the world is what makes the games so special.

(Spoilers below)

I looked past the way the elves in Arlathan just seemed to know that their gods are evil and Solas is "kind of a dick" but was right about that. When, you know, that made him basically the Satan of their pantheon up to now.. It was after all the tutorial stage of the game and I understand that you wanna ease newcomers into the lore. I could also handwave it in-universe with Morrigan being there - she could have filled the Veiljumpers in on the discoveries of the Inquisition or even what the Well told her.

It felt a bit weird that our contacts in every other faction just accepted this huge revelation without a blink, but again it was the early stages and I also get that having a discussion about it 6 times with different faction leaders would have been incredibly tedious. So I ignored that. And yeah, at least the First Warden found it hard to swallow.

The fact that they brushed aside the gods finding elven subjects - many of whom after all still worship them - with one sentence from Solas was disappointing though. Instead they chose to ally them with the Venatori and the Antaam who are the pure evil factions with no nuance or motive to side with them besides a comic book level of hunger for power. They didn't even throw in a sentence about the gods maybe speaking to the Venatori through the Archdemons to get them on their side or how it's very ironic that the Venatori, who want to make Tevinter great again, stoop to working with the pantheon of the people they oppress because they see them as lesser and other. No political exploration of the massive lore implications at all.

It really hit me when I picked up Davrin and he commented how Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain blighting the world would really endear us (elves) to the rest of Thedas - this was the first time anyone actually mentioned the political impact of the elven gods being real, freed, evil and blighted on modern day elves at all, when this should be HUGE. It should be ugly. It should be complex. It should be explored in as many examples as bloodmagic and the oppression of mages was in DA2. It should be a central point of Act 1. (This btw made me love Davrin so much in that moment because this was the first time in the game for me when I actually felt like talking to a Dragon Age elf and even just that one line felt like home.)

And now I just did Taash's first companion quest and it seems Qunari lore is also being ignored (except for the gender aspect of it, which I look forward to). Taash's mum was a scholar and had a baby and the only problem about that was that it could breathe fire and was special but otherwise all would have been dandy? Like she would have just been allowed to keep Taash long enough to find that out about her baby if she was living under the Qun? That directly contradicts everything we know about how the Qunari's culture around reproduction and childcare works.

Sorry to be negative and talking myself into a rage - I know it's not something people want to see rn. But like, I realise you have to brush over some lore intricacies for brevity and to make it digestible for new players. But this is a world initially inspired by Wheel of Time and ASOIAF, both of which are interesting because of the depth of ficitional cultures, lore and politics, and hence it's also what gives Dragon Age its appeal. And now they take us to the most politcally interesting areas on the world map and just get rid of all of political depth?

That's really disappointing. Imagine if Winds of Winter dropped all political themes just because there's several previous books and it's been some a lot of years.

Also, I managed to play DA2 before I ever played Origins and they could introduce me to a vast established background of lore just fine back then.

Sorry. Rant over. But I had to get that out of my system.

[pboogerswbb]

TOO LOST IN YOU - pt II

Paige Bueckers x bartender!oc

Warnings: toxic!paige, language, some sexual thoughts but no smut in this one (sorry guys), paige is an asshole fr

Wordcount: 4.9k (sorry)

A/N: i got so much love and so many people asking for more after the first part <3 ty all i'm so grateful! this will likely be around 7 parts so please buckle up lol. ALSO I'M SORRY FOR NO SMUT but let me cook guys it'll get good. the point of this part is to get inside paige's head and understand why she is the way she is, things will speed up in the next part i swear. OK GO READ ILYSM MWAH

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It’s hard being Paige Bueckers. Not every 23-year-old had to deal with the kind of pressure I did. Most of the time it felt like the whole world was watching me, waiting for me to fail. It used to bother the shit out of me but after all the injuries, everything I’ve been through, I thrived on it. I knew I would prove them wrong - prove that I’m great, that I’m me. Just like my dad would tell me, over and over again. I knew I was great, so greatness was expected. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t come with a great deal of pressure. I always said pressure is a privilege. But sometimes when I lay in bed alone after a game, even a win, the pressure consumed me. I didn’t like to be alone. So I went around different girls’ beds, like they meant nothing. Because they didn’t - they were just a distraction from my own mind. Like I said, it’s hard being Paige Bueckers - hard being me.

“You okay babe?”

I’m shaken out of my thoughts, returning back to earth, back to the small bed I was lying in. The brunette next to me nuzzles her nose into my arm, watching me with that look I knew too well. Like she wanted something from me. I hated when girls looked at me like that.

I clear my throat, trying not to flinch as she wraps her arm around me. “Yeah Zoe, ‘m fine,” I murmur, letting her press herself to my side, her body sticky from our prior activities. Zoe was a cuddler, so she was usually last on my roster. It’s hard to plan your escape when a girl clings to you like a koala and worst of all, wants to sleep like that all night. I never got that, cuddling while sleeping. It gets hot, sweaty and cramped, I find it hard to believe anyone actually enjoys it. People just think they do because they’re in love or something. And I can’t afford to be in love. I had a natty to win.

Zoe’s slender finger brushes through my blonde hair and I can feel that claustrophobic, uncomfortable tightness inside me. Like I had to get out. Her dorm was dim and the air was heavy and slightly humid from the second round I had insisted on. The sheets stuck to my skin uncomfortably and her bed made this annoying sound everytime I moved or even breathed.

I turn my gaze to Zoe who’s looking at me, all googly eyed. Oh God. She smiles wide and presses a kiss to my cheek. The scent of her shampoo lingers in the air, the smell of banana and some kind of citrus. I had never liked banana scented things.

“Uh, anyway that was fun,” I mumble, and sit up on the bed, forcing her off me as gently as I could. “But I got practice early,” I add, reaching for my t-shirt and throwing it on.

I don’t notice the offended look on Zoe’s face. I grab my phone from the floor, checking my texts urgently.

Yo you tryna do a lil sum tonight?

I know ur not workin sooo we could have a lil fun like we did the other day

Valerie?

I sigh, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten as I stare at the read receipt underneath the texts. I tap on the back of my phone case impatiently, wondering if sending a fourth text would make me pathetic. Maybe I should just call her? Nah, I must be trippin.

Since I met her at Ted’s, Valerie was the first I called when being in my bed alone was tearing up my mind. But it didn’t mean anything, she was good in bed, good at making me forget who I was when I needed to. Also, I liked how she smelled, like coconut. And when she tangled her legs with mine I didn’t shutter or pull away. Sometimes I even wrapped my arm around her, pulling her into me. Not because I needed her. But because her body felt good against mine.

“Aw baby really?” Zoe whines in an overtly soft voice, wrapping the blanket around her as she scoots up on the bed. Her plump bottom lip, swollen from the rough kissing earlier turns into a pout. I quickly avoid her gaze, my eyes landing right onto the floor looking for my pants. “I wanted to cuddle.” Figures.

“I know baby, me too,” a lie, she would never know that though. “Can’t keep my hands off you if I stay tho and I need some sleep.” I lie more, never looking at her. She buys it though, like she does every time. It’s not like I liked to lie, but I also didn’t like disappointing people. Especially girls that looked at me like that. It would kill her to know I texted three girls after Valerie didn’t answer, and the only reason I was here was because Zoe was the fastest to reply..

I leave Zoe like that, naked in bed, pleading with her eyes. Sometimes I felt bad, because I could tell she really liked me. But then I remembered how hard it is to be Paige Bueckers, and I didn’t feel so bad. My job was to be great on the court. Everything else was just background noise.

-

I sit by the court, my chest heaving, throwing my head back to down some water. The squeaking of sneakers echo all around me, blending in with the sound of Geno’s voice screaming at some of the girls working on plays. Coach had been killing us today, not happy with how the last game had went. We had still won, but that was merely a reason to celebrate in his eyes. 

All day I’d been missing shots that should’ve been child’s play for me. I couldn’t help but beat myself up. I was distracted, unfocused. I had been killing myself on the court, hoping it would bring me to my senses. Geno had been the one to tap me on the shoulder and force me to take a break I wipe the sweat off my face into the inside of my shirt, and grab my phone.

Bro are u alive?

I’m gettin worried lowkey

i’m fine paige

Five days. For five days Valerie hadn’t texted me back anything but that. I clench my jaw in frustration, shaking my head to myself. It made no sense to me - yeah we had a falling out but that’s what we did. We bickered and then we kissed and made up, and that’s what we had been doing for months so why was she acting like this now? Well… maybe calling her a psycho bitch last week hadn’t been the best move on my part.

I don’t know why the things she did bothered me so much. When she didn’t laugh at my joke, when she didn’t answer my texts. I don’t know why I felt a constant nervousness swirl inside me when she was mad at me, I had no reason to care. I guess the pussy was just that good, it was tricking me into thinking I did.

“Va-le-r- oh that’s the girl from Ted’s!” KK slams her hands on my shoulders, coming up from behind me, peeping at my phone screen. In a panic, I lock my phone, hiding it from her view.

“Bro, you heard of privacy?” I complain, shoving her playfully as she sits next to me on the ground. KK snickers, her nose scrunching a little as she does. 

“Not since you started peeing with the door open,” the shorter girl next to me argues and I scoff loudly, my mouth wide open.

“One time! And I was drunk!!” I groan, my voice rising a little and eyes going wide. CD quickly turns around and shushes us, shaking her head. Me and KK quickly shut our mouths, my cheeks turning a little red from the scolding.

KK looks at me with raised brows, and then at the phone, and then at me again. Most of the team knew how I kept myself busy when I wasn’t training, but KK was the one who had joined me those countless times at Ted’s and sat with me at the corner table as I watched her. Valerie. There was something so intriguing about her I just had to keep coming back. I always thought once I’d get her to my bed and have my way with her, I’d be done with her, which is how it usually goes. Before I realised that one time turned into five, which turned into me being in her bed getting her right, not even caring about my own most of the time. Getting her off got me off. Just thinking about the way she looked when she came, the way her back arched, her perfect mouth fell open - I really had to stop thinking about her. Why was it so goddamn hard?

It won’t be hard to find another Valerie if she’s gonna keep this difficult act up.

“Girl trouble?” KK asks, her tone more genuine and I roll my eyes, looking at her sideways.

“Yea right,” I chuckle sarcastically, leaning my elbows to my knees. “Just need to find a new one is all.”

KK lets out a small laugh, sipping her water bottle. “The five you got not enough?” She jokes.

I smirk a little glancing at her. “Four,” I correct, as if that made it better somehow. “Just need someone… new,” I mumble, knowing it was the best bet to get my mind off Valerie. I’m sure eventually I’d find someone who was just as hot. Someone who also smelled like coconut.

“Then what do I say to Zoe.”

“Wh- Zoe?” 

KK nods and grins at me. “She texted me asking about your shoe size or sum, wanted to get a gift for you.”

“She- she what?” My voice is full of shock and I can feel the claustrophobic tightness quickly grow inside me. I had never given her KK’s number. She was doing too much. KK just nods, clearly finding the situation amusing.

“Bro…” I groan quietly, as to not piss off CD again, and lean my head forward, resting my forehead against my arms. Zoe clearly hadn’t understood what “just fucking around” meant. Sometimes shit slipped out of my mouth, sure, but I never let her think I liked her. I had to be careful with her.

KK kisses the her teeth and is still nodding. “Yeah… probably time to let her go huh?”

“That bitch is crazy I swear,” I murmur and KK laughs out loud again. I punch her arm, reminding her to keep quiet - an impossible task for KK. Before I can stop myself, the words just slip from my mouth.

“Ted’s tonight?” 

KK looks at me pointedly. “Valerie workin’?” she teases but I shake my head sternly.

“No man, fuck Valerie.” The words tasted bitter in my mouth. “Just need to find a new one, k?”

“You sure you’re not just gon’ ogle at her all ni-”

“KK.” I say sternly

KK nods. “Ok,” she repeats but I can tell from her tone she doesn’t buy it. She shuts up though knowing she could tease me about anything but anything about Valerie got under my skin. Truth was Valerie was working today. I just needed to see her just for a second. Just to know if I was overthinking it, or if she was really icing me out.

-

The Friday night had brought many other students to Ted’s as well, the bar pretty packed and the chatter loud over the music. KK had convinced Ice to join us so the three of us made our way in. The best thing about crowds was it made it easy to blend in, even for us. We push our way through to the bar, my eyes immediately searching for a glimpse of Valerie’s golden brown hair or her wide eyes. All I needed was to see her, I told myself. Even for a second. Then the twist in my stomach would straighten out.

“What can I get you?” The perky voice of the redhead asks over the buzzing crowd. I think her name was Natalie or something. Ice looks over the flyers on the bar, advertising a range of new drinks.

“Let’s try some of these,” Ice suggests and I grab the flyer from her hand. I didn’t really come here to drink so I couldn’t have cared less what we ordered. Especially now I realised Valerie wasn’t even here.

“Uhh yea can we get three Aperol Negronis,”

“You won’t like it,” a stern, but sweet voice interrupts the conversation. I’d recognise that voice anywhere.

Valerie steps out from the back, pinning her hair away from her face and for a moment our gazes meet. Her dark, wide eyes make me let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. For a moment I want to jump over the bar and touch her, to make sure she was really there and not just a mirage of my desires.

“W-why not?” I ask, my voice uncharacteristically shaky. Only with her I got like that. Suddenly my throat felt dry and the nervous twist in my stomach was turning into something you could only call butterflies. Of course I knew it couldn’t be butterflies, because that would mean I cared. I couldn’t afford to care. I didn’t have the time for distractions. I had a national championship to win.

Valerie scoffs looking away from me, ignoring me as I chase her gaze. “Because I know you won’t,” she says. The way she thought she knew me that well irked me. Still, I’d be lying if I said a part of me wasn’t beaming at the fact that I had her attention after a week of trying to chase her down.

I can’t help the pout that forms in defiance. She’s still ignoring me, pouring drinks for a group of boys clearly ogling at her - which only irked me more.

“Well… I want three of them,” I say matter of factly, trying to prove a point.

“Whoa Paige, maybe we should just get a shirl-” Ice chuckles but I shake my head.

“Three Aperol Negronis,” I dictate. Valerie’s stern eyes finally look at me. She looks almost a little scary, not pleased with my tone. “... please.” I add urgently, not wanting to get on her bad side. I guess some would say I already had.

Wordlessly, Valerie rolls her wide eyes and gets to mixing the drinks. I allow my eyes to wander for a moment, noticing how the white shirt of the work uniform hugged her body, the curve of her breasts making my mouth water. Just seeing her was enough to ignite the fire deep in my abdomen. The things I would do to leave with her tonight and take her to my bed, like I had so many times before. I would even settle for just some kissing. Just wanted to let my hands wander down her body, squeeze and feel where I wanted, with no urgency. I needed to feel all of her, wanted to drown in her.

“By card orrr…?” Valerie asks, clearly waiting for the payment. My eyes had gone glassy, and my lower lip had a small dent from the way I’d been biting down on it. I blink stupidly at her, struggling to calm myself down.

“I got it,” KK murmurs and slides her card to Valerie. I grab my drink, and the smell is enough to make my face scrunch up in disgust. I swear it smells like battery acid, and as I take a sip I notice - it also tastes like battery acid. I swallow the orange liquor, it burns on its way down making me cough a little. Valerie was watching me amused. I hated when she was right.

“People actually drink this and like it??” Ice asks, her voice hoarse from coughing as well. KK nods agreeing but I’m too stubborn to admit defeat.

“I actually like it,” I lie with a straight face, my fingers twitching around the glass as I try to get over the bitter aftertaste in my mouth.

“Oh right,” Valerie says, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she turns to another group of customers. I can’t help reach over the bar, my hand grabbing her arm. She turns back to face me, icier than I had ever seen. It shocks me enough that I let go of her, taken aback.

“What?” she asks, her voice filled with annoyance.

“You seen my texts?” is all I ask, and it comes out a little too desperate for my liking.

“Yes,” Valerie says matter of factly. I wait for her to continue but she doesn’t.

“Uh… well thought we’d link up or something,” I add, shifting on my feet as I do.

Valerie sighs in frustration and takes a deep breath to compose herself.

“I’m good,” is all she says and flashes me an ice cold smile. I feel a strange pang in my heart. She had iced me out before, but not like this. Usually seeing her face to face was enough for her to forget our petty little arguments, enough to get her on me again. “I have work,” she adds before finally returning to serve the other customers.

I stand there for a moment, astonished. An uncomfortable ache that had been wavering in my chest was growing too intense for me to ignore anymore. Maybe it was all my fault after all. I had told her I wouldn’t sleep with anyone else and in the moment I had meant it. But then I remembered the stakes. Last year to win a national championship, last year to prove my greatness. I wasn’t going to mess it up just because of some girl. A relationship would be nothing more than a distraction, an unnecessary responsibility. I had enough on my plate. Valerie was selfish for wanting me all to herself. She didn’t understand what she was asking for. Maybe calling her a psycho bitch wasn’t so far off.

I feel someone bump into my back and turn around to find a girl, cheeks blushed and apologetic. I see her eyes widen in recognition - it was always that moment when I knew I could have this girl if I wanted. 

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I’m a little drunk,” the girl giggles and I offer her an easy smile. I consider taking this girl home, imagining the way I’d lure her into my bed, just a little bit of sweet talk and a smirk would be enough, a hand on her waist, thumb rubbing her skin and soon she’d get this look on her face like she had to have me. It would be so easy, and I wouldn’t have to think about Valerie at all.

But the pain in my chest doesn’t go away, even when I let my mind wander further, how this girl would look underneath me, whimpering while I fuck her. It did nothing to make the pain go away.

“‘S fine,” i murmur and decide to ignore the way she was blinking at me, biting her bottom lip. I grab my drink from the bar, and push past her, finding KK and Ice sitting at our usual table. They both look at me, but don’t ask where I’d been. They both knew better. I sip my drink, cursing to myself in my head about ordering it. With sheer stubbornness I finish it quickly, finding that easier than taking small sips. 

“You’re never picking what we drink again,” KK scoffs, copying me, her face scrunching involuntarily when she finishes her drink. But I barely register her words, as I lean back in the chair, head tilting back to watch Valerie.

She’s giggling with Natalie, throwing her head back in amusement. The chatter in the bar is deafening, but I swear I could hear her laugh in my head vividly. Like my brain had memorised each tone of her voice. There was something different about Valerie, she always shined the brightest in every room she was in. Even the dingy bar was lit up by her. She wasn’t even necessarily extremely lively. It was her mere presence that just made everything better. 

I noticed it the first time I ever saw her, early september. All she did was walk past me on campus, talking lively into her phone. It was her voice I had heard before even seeing what she looked like. Her voice had been enough to make me have to see her. Of course she hadn’t even looked my way, not even a glance. That was the moment I knew I had to have her.

“You enjoy it?” Valerie asks KK and Ice, fully ignoring me as she walks to our table to clean up. I watch the golden bracelet she always wore dangling on her wrist as she grabs the empty glasses. I lean back and tilt my head to look up at her, needy for her attention. Licking my lips I look her up and down, that usually worked enough to get her naked. But now, she didn’t even glance at me. Annoyance grew within me as she chatted with KK, laughing at her jokes.

It was then when my eyes moved from her lips to her neck that I saw it - a dark bruise underneath her ear, right on the spot where she liked to be kissed. I knew, because I had left many bruises there and gotten scolded for it. But this wasn’t mine. This was someone else’s.

“Okay well see ya around,” Valerie smiles and turns to take the glasses to the back. I feel the pang in my chest quickly flip, turning into anger. I was furious. Who did she think she was? Sleeping around with someone else, not answering my texts, letting someone else mark her like that. I felt my body turn hot, and without a word to KK and Ice I get up from my seat, nearly knocking it over as I take quick strides to reach Valerie, following her into the back, ignoring the STAFF ONLY sign on the door.

My steps are heavy and loud as I reach her, standing by the sink, handling the dirty glasses. I was shaking my head to myself, trying to control my anger. But it was getting the best of me.

“Staff only plea-” Valerie starts and turns to me, unable to miss the redness of my face, the clenched jaw and the way I was biting on the insides of my cheeks. “Paige?” she asks, furrowing her brows, confused.

The pounding in my head grows and I let out a scoff, not feeling in control of myself. My brain was moving faster than I could follow, I felt lightheaded. I felt furious. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask, my voice loud. I didn’t really care about being overheard.

“Huh?” Valerie asks, clearly bewildered, but already getting defensive in response to how I was acting.

“What, you don’t text me, call me or nothing? Because you’ve been too busy fucking some other bitch?” I yell, my hand pointing to her neck. Valerie’s eyes widen in realisation but quickly turn angry too. 

“I- WHAT?” She yells back and takes a step towards me.

“Don’t play dumb. So who is it?” I say sternly, grinning bitterly at her, my eyes looking down at her.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes shaking her head which only infuriates me more.

“I said. Who. Is. It?” I repeat, grabbing her arm. She pushes my hand off her, anger growing on her face as her brows furrowed further.

“How is it any of your business who I sleep with Paige?” She argues.

She had a point. We weren’t exclusive. Matter of fact it was pretty hypocritical of me to be so angry when I had a roster of girls on my phone, ready to answer my calls at any time of day. My anger had taken over though, and the little sense I had when it came to Valerie, was completely gone.

I throw my head back and chuckle bitterly, provoking her further. “See I knew you’re a lotta things but didn’t know you were a slut too,” I hiss, the words slipping out without much thought. I couldn’t think of anything but how furious I felt.

Valerie laughs loud, but it’s not the sweet laugh I was used to. It was a bitter, angry laugh.

“Me?! You’ve slept with every girl that swings your way on campus and even some that don’t! You’re the slut Paige!” she screams, her wide eyes burning with anger, her finger coming up to point at my face. It pissed me off, the way it was assigning blame, like all of this was my fault. Like it wasn’t she who slept with someone.

“I don’t owe you anything!” she declares, her voice revealing a hint of hurt, the way it cracked slightly. “I’m done with you. I’m serious Paige. Done,” she adds, her voice calmer, but more authoritative. “Now get out of my bar.”

My face was hot and red, my chest was heaving and my head spun. The hurt in her voice made me waver, made my chest ache more. I blink at her stupidly as she turns back to the dishes, already missing having her attention. I was fine with the yelling, the fighting, as long as it meant she was looking at me, or talking to me. But now she’s done with me? Fine, so was I. Wouldn’t take me longer than a day to find a new Valerie.

“Pshh whatever,” I murmur and storm out of the back, heading fast towards the exit. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, my chest felt tight and I could taste the bitter Aperol on my tongue still. It made me nauseous,

I’m gasping for air once I feel the chilly breeze of february hitting my skin. The silence outside was overwhelming, forcing me to realise the rapid pace of my own thoughts. My mind was swirling with flashing images of Valerie, on top of someone, looking down at her like she did at me, the idea of her moaning someone else’s name made me sick.

“Fuck!” I shout, unable to control myself. A group of girls near me turn to look at me but return to their conversation when I sit myself down on the curb. What a standard I was setting for student athletes everywhere right now.

My eyes burn and before I notice, a tear rolls down my cheek. I bury my face into my hands and rub my jaw, my anger easing with each exhale. I didn’t know why I was crying, I didn’t understand any of this. I couldn’t believe the things I had said, the way I had acted. I was supposed to be disciplined, in control, but I felt so out of control when it came to Valerie.

“Paigey…” KK murmurs and suddenly I realise her and Ice are standing in front of me, looking down at me sympathetically. Embarrassed, I wipe the tears away and try to steady my breathing.

“Uhh sorry just gimme a sec guys,” I sigh looking at the ground. They sit on either side of me, wrapping their arms around me. I lean into Ice’s shoulder and I’m grateful how they don’t pry, or talk. We just sit there in silence for a while.

I take a deep sigh and lift my head back up, chewing on my bottom lip. I glance at both of the girls sitting next to me, grateful for the friends I had. At least I got one thing right.

“I dunno what just happened,” I sigh, shaking my head thinking back to my behaviour. The shame I felt made my cheeks turn a shade of red.

KK chuckles softly and ruffles my hair affectionately. “I do,” she mumbles.

I furrow my brows and turn to look at her. She looks back at me like whatever was about to come out of her mouth was obvious. KK and Ice glance at each other before KK opens her mouth to speak.

“Bro you have feelings for her.”

Oh?

Oh.

My mouth parts in realisation as I move my gaze from KK to the pavement. It’s just us now, sitting in silence, the sounds of passing cars and the muted sounds of the bar the only noise in the chilly evening.

“C’mon P boogers, let’s go home,” Ice says, standing up and reaching a hand down to lift me up. 

KK hops up and nods. “You need some Tru Fru,” she adds.

With a nod, I let them pull me up, following them to the car. I had feelings for Valerie. Shit. I'd just have to find a way to get over it - I couldn’t afford all this. Not right now. Not with the world watching, waiting for me to fail. Not with a national championship on the line.

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[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Interference Part 1

Prompt: You run to your FBI neighbor when you and your boyfriend get into a fight.

Notes: Descriptions of DA scenario, mentions of drug use

Part 2

You tried to go over every thing you did throughout your day that might've caused your boyfriend to be so upset but couldn't think of anything. Maybe it was because you didn't stay up to wait for him to get home last night, even though you gave him till midnight. Or maybe you left some dishes in the sink that he had to clean up.

Either way, his anger was inconsolable and you knew better than to even utter a word as he slammed the doors and walked around the house with a hard set scowl on his face. You just took shelter in the kitchen as you nervously cleaned out the fridge, tossing the expired condiments away.

"This house is always such a fucking mess! You spend at least half the day here, you'd think it would look spotless!"

You knew he wasn't really mad about the cleanliness. You deep cleaned the house every single day till it was shining, he was just projecting. You weren't sure whether to respond to his outburst or just let it go but didn't even have time to make a decision once he came walking into the kitchen. The hairs on the back of your neck raised and your face heated up in anxiety as he stood there staring at you.

That's when you noticed the all too familiar state he was in. Dilated pupils, rapid breathing, slight sweat forming around his brows. He was high.

"What are you doing, huh? Throwing shit away? He said, grabbing the box of leftovers you had saved from a few days ago. "What if I still wanted to eat this? Were you going to bother to ask me?"

"I- uh- it's from a few days ago. I didn't think-

"Exactly! You didn't think! Just fucking throwing away whatever you want!"

You weren't expecting the box of expired food to be thrown at you, hitting you square in the chest, sticky noodles getting in your hair and falling into your lap.

"This is my fucking house! My fucking food! You don't get to throw away anything unless I say you can!"

You had barely recovered from food being thrown at you, you didn't realize he made a moved in on you and grabbing your arm tightly, jerking you up to your feet and pushing you towards the other side of the kitchen, the momentum causing you to lose your footing and fall to the floor.

Your senses were kicking into overdrive as you scrambled to your feet just as he grabbed a jar of pickles and launched it in your direction. It shattered on the wall besides you and you felt the sharp pain of small glass pieces cutting your skin.

You had never seen him this out of control before. There was something behind his eyes that scared you more than normal and you knew you needed to get out of his path of blinding rage. You made a run towards the hallway, him chasing you close behind but you managed to close and lock the bathroom door just in time.

"Oh, you wanna play this game now? Ok."

Your breaths were heavy, so much adrenaline flowing through your veins it almost made you woozy. There was a moment of silence, making you think he had walked away but was completely mistaken once you watched the whole door shake at the impact as he attempted to break it down. Another slam and you saw small cracks forming in the middle of the only thing keeping you safe.

You made a split second decision to escape through the window, sliding it open and trying your best to undo the screen that didn't want to cooperate. Another slam.

You looked behind you at the battered door and knew it could only hold maybe one more before he was able to get through- so like a rat trapped in a corner, you began banging on the screen until it popped off, quickly pulling your body to climb out, scraping your hips on the ledge in the process.

The gravel floor did no favors for you as you landed awkwardly, but at this point you couldn't feel anything. Or at least your brain wasn't giving you any time to register the pain. Springing to your feet, you ran out to the front of the house, your first thought to take the car but realized the keys were inside.

That's when you saw him.

He was standing on his porch going through his mail, seemingly looking like he had just gotten home from somewhere. You had heard rumors from some of the neighbors that he worked for the government or something, giving you some hope.

You began running over to him, not daring to look back to see if your boyfriend was chasing you or not.

He has seen you coming over and immediately looked concerned, putting his mail back in the mailbox and practically catching you in his arms once you reached him.

"Please. Help me- my boyfriend. H-he's gonna kill me."

You were crying now, trying to form sentences when he asked you what happened but couldn't.

When you spotted your boyfriend walk out the front door of your house and look over in your direction, a bat in hand your heart stopped.

"Please. Please," you pleaded, hiding behind his tall frame and holding onto his quarter zip for dear life.

"Here, get inside," he said, opening his front door, the both of you entering as he walked over to his kitchen counter where a gun, badge and handcuffs were set. He grabbed the gun and cuffs, clipping both of them on his waist band and turning to you.

"Stay here."

You nodded obediently and watched him walked back out. He didn't close the door so you were able to watch everything from the moment your boyfriend began waving the bat around crazily towards your neighbor to him pulling out his gun and pointing it at him.

"Get down on the ground!"

For a second you thought your boyfriend wasn't going to listen as he stared at your neighbor with fury but seemed to be coherent enough to drop the bat and put his hands in the air, looking over at you.

"Just you wait, bitch. You'll get yours."

By now, everyone was either peeping through their windows or standing on the sidewalk, nosey to see what all the commotion was about as your neighbor pushed your boyfriend to the floor and handcuffed him.

It wasn't long before multiple cop cars showed up, taking over the scene. Your neighbor made his way over to you and offered you a hand, making you realize that you were sitting on the floor, frozen to the spot, hugging your legs.

"The officers are going to want a report but I want you checked out by the paramedics first."

You took his hand but relied all on him to pull you up as your legs felt like jello. The feeling of relief and sadness overtook you as you fell into his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Instead of being pushed away and teased for it like you were used to, you got pulled in tighter and long strong arms wrapped around you, enveloping you in a warm protective embrace.

He let you cry like that for a little until you calmed down enough to walk with him outside to the ambulance that was waiting. He didn't leave as they had you climb inside and lay on the stretcher so one of the paramedics could clean up the small cuts around your arm caused by the glass jar.

"How long have you lived there?" he asked, from besides you on the bench. You hoped he didn't feel guilty for not catching the abuse sooner.

"Not very long. He's been there for years but I just moved in about a few months ago. I don't usually leave the house since I work from home so that's probably why you didn't see me too often," you answered, wincing as the antiseptic touched your raw skin.

Just then, his phone rang.

"Hotchner....I'm actually busy at the moment but you can reach out to my Communications liason, Jennifer Jareau at the office....yes of course....goodbye."

"So you're names Hotchner?" you inquired, wanting to talk about something to keep your mind off the stinging pain.

"Aaron. Hotchners my last name."

"Nice to meet you Aaron. I'm Y/N," you greeted, offering your hand for a shake. He took it with a small smile and shook it gently.

"I wish it was under different circumstances but I'm glad you're safe."

"Thanks to you. I appreciate you by the way. You handled the situation really well."

He did that half smile again and played with his hands, almost nervously.

"Well unfortunately I deal with a lot of high stress situations like that so it was almost second nature."

"Cop?" you prodded, wanting to know if there was any truth to the rumors.

"FBI. Behavioral Analysis Unit to be specific."

He didn't go into anymore detail than that but that was more than enough for you. So he's an Federal Agent. You literally couldn't have picked a better neighbor to run to.

- - - -

After the paramedic was done cleaning you up and you gave your report to the officer, Aaron came over, hanging up the phone.

"I know the house is technically not yours but he won't be back anytime soon and I'm sure you need to get cleaned up and everything. I'm gonna give you my card, I wrote my personal cell number in case you need anything but also feel free to come over if my car is in the driveway."

You took the card, reading his slightly sloppy writing and nodded with a smile.

"Thank you again Aaron. Really, you're a lifesaver."

He pulled you in for another hug, surprising you but you accepted it happily.

"No strenuous activity until those cuts and bruises heal," he advised seriously, making you laugh. You both pulled away and it took you a second to actually walk away, not really wanting to leave the comfort of his safe presence but you did and went back into the house, ignoring all of the mess and taking a long needed shower, thinking about everything that happened.

[arolesbianism]

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