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“Many apologies, young maiden. Princess! O youthful effervescent one!” People were staring, Cappie was beaming and bumping his shoulder against hers. “Might be the accessorizing,” that is to say, Evan’s letters. In Greek terms it seemed like a breath away from a wedding ring, a white picket fence, a golden retriever named Lucky. “Pretty old-fashioned for such a fresh face… but, thanks to many beers and strippers, I digress.” And so he did, with a smile and a gesture of his head Cappie was walking her beneath her umbrella like none of it ever happened. “Of course you can,” he spoke the phrase in a chuckle but his humor was in the ludicrous notion that she needed anyone to do anything, which naturally he didn’t believe. “And where exactly are we headed, Miss Independent?”

Casey dropped her eyes in embarrassment as he pressed closer to her. She had to fight the urge to grab her umbrella and rush off when confronted with his feelings about the huge step she’d taken with Evan. The kiss between her and Cap was fresh and forbidden, a skipped heartbeat that still gave her pause about the gold chain weighing her down by the neck. “Yeah the beers and strippers I paid for?” She shot back but she couldn’t hide the smirk of amusement that appeared on her lips. “I’m going to the library to write this paper I’ve been putting off. For the class you inexplicably disappeared from. Again,” She teased in a lilting voice. She hadn’t been surprised, exactly, when Cappie stopped coming to class after appearing for that paper like a flash in the pan. Still, she had wondered if their argument about the future might stick and beat herself up for the clench of disappointment in her stomach that told her it hadn’t.

[capppie]

“Those’d be the ones,” Cappie chipperly rolled the umbrella handle in his hand, the canopy ricocheting drops of rainwater outward. “It’s a bad habit, always being there when I need ya... Anyway, if they gave me a little time on the pole, would’ve worked that debt off in a pinch.” His gratefulness, of course, had already been highlighted in the note he’d left for her. Cappie was well aware he probably owed Casey even more, it was only natural to pay her back in shining wit. “Hey, I can help with that. I’m an English major now. Plus one half of the good grade we got on our project is thanks to your’s truly,” he fluttered a hand to his heart, dipping his head with faux modesty. “...Did we get a good grade?” After all, he hadn’t been back to class, though it didn’t have so much to do with the class itself as much as who was in it. Awkwardness was usually nonexistent between Cappie and Casey, but he wasn’t exactly rushing to spend begrudgingly platonic time with the blonder Cartwright after the whole incident. “I’m a great study buddy. You remember.” Historically he was more of a great study break buddy, followed by fresh pie.

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“Mm-mm,” Cappie hummed his contention, lazily stretching out against the sheets like a big cat. He yawned around his words. “You know that’s strictly verboten. I’d threaten to get the gag if I thought you wouldn’t like it.” Inclining his head, Cappie caught sight of the alarm clock, then the coffee, and finally Rebecca. The last one was met with a tired smile. “Miss Logan, your rebound rate is impeccable. Unfortunately after last evening’s delight, midnight delight, and the illustrious 2 am super delight, this sex slave’s gonna need at least one more hour of rest.” And with that he scooped her closer and made her into his human pillow, head reposed against her rib cage.

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Nothing Like You and I. The Perishers.

We spent some time together crying Spent some time just trying to let each other go I held your hand so very tightly And told you what I would be dreaming of There’s nothing like you and I So why do I even try?

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I’m not a lesbian anymore, but it was worthwhile to see how ridiculous guys get when girls are even remotely intimate. Straight guys think we do everything for their benefit.

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Ok I may not write Evan but… @capppie imagine Evan and Cappie stranded in an elevator or something together forced to talk through their freshman year bs

[capppie]

Oooomg. First hour is Cappie trying to torture Evan by humming the jeopardy theme song, next they’re trading the obvious jabs, then someone drops Casey’s name and all hell breaks loose.

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ok but the real question is can they actually work through it at all? Like Evan probably misses Cappie or did at first. I think by the time he went after Casey he was just too bitter to notice. I mean…..

[capppie]

Sooo I think it depends at what point they get stuck w each other. When Casey and Evan are dating, cappie is pretty full of vinegar. He flirts w Casey and demeans Evan, though it’s always dressed up in banter. Bc he’s hurt, he lost them both

It’s so much easier to bury the hatchet when there’s nothing to fight over anymore, no reminder of why they started hating and distrusting each other in the first place. In that lens Cappie could certainly forgive Evan - they both made mistakes

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AND YET the prank war between Omega and Kappa is after the Casey break up???? I mean. I’d love to see it happen. I actually really agree they’re more similar than they would ever admit. 

[capppie]

Ahhhh yes but that’s because Evan tried to sabotage the Prohibition party. Idk if that was bc he was salty about ZBZ and KT (ie Casey and Cappie) mixing or what. But even the prank war seemed... so fun ?? And like they were really enjoying it to a degree. Cappie and Evan could really mess with each other forever! It’s framed like they’re mortal enemies but maybe it’s just because they have good chemistry and simply like to fuck w each other.

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Ok I may not write Evan but… @capppie imagine Evan and Cappie stranded in an elevator or something together forced to talk through their freshman year bs

[capppie]

Oooomg. First hour is Cappie trying to torture Evan by humming the jeopardy theme song, next they’re trading the obvious jabs, then someone drops Casey’s name and all hell breaks loose.

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ok but the real question is can they actually work through it at all? Like Evan probably misses Cappie or did at first. I think by the time he went after Casey he was just too bitter to notice. I mean…..

[capppie]

Sooo I think it depends at what point they get stuck w each other. When Casey and Evan are dating, cappie is pretty full of vinegar. He flirts w Casey and demeans Evan, though it’s always dressed up in banter. Bc he’s hurt, he lost them both

It’s so much easier to bury the hatchet when there’s nothing to fight over anymore, no reminder of why they started hating and distrusting each other in the first place. In that lens Cappie could certainly forgive Evan - they both made mistakes

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Ok I may not write Evan but… @capppie imagine Evan and Cappie stranded in an elevator or something together forced to talk through their freshman year bs

[capppie]

Oooomg. First hour is Cappie trying to torture Evan by humming the jeopardy theme song, next they’re trading the obvious jabs, then someone drops Casey’s name and all hell breaks loose.

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[capppie]

if ever you're listening, if heaven's a prison, then i am your prisoner. yes, i am your prisoner. i messed up, oh, i know now there's no room for me to play now, nowhere to dig my way out.

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“Cartwright Senior,” Cappie’s frown turned instantly upside down at the sight of her predictably dry frame. He snapped his phone shut and sighed. “Ah, we gave the pledges a poll for tonight’s festivities. Harry Potter movie marathon or Bring It On cheer-a-thon. Just got word they went HP.” He gave Casey a look that said, I know, crazy, before gesturing to hold the umbrella above their heads for her. “Here, I’ll play Nameless Guy who holds the umbrella for the Queen… or are you more like the Pope?” The thoughtfulness that pulled down at the corners of his mouth were interrupted by a loud bout of thunder that shook the sky. “Sheesh. Wasn’t like this when I left the house. And it’s suspiciously twenty degrees colder on this block… Does Evie have a class around here right now?”

Casey laughed and shook her head. “You make it sound like I’m a geriatric,” she commented. She had a sneaking suspicion her brother was to blame for the Harry Potter marathon and she sighed. “And again with all the old euphemisms; senior, queen, pope,” she had to swallow a self-satisfied smile that threatened to eek out. She tried not to show how easy she felt around Cappie and the mention of Evan reminded her exactly why. “No, he’s not around. I can do things for myself you know,” she replied defensively, her hand jumping anxiously to her lavaliere. “Lucky for you or you’d be soaked.” Things with Evan had been shaky even though they’d dedicated themselves to each other further. She had begun to feel trapped. How did she feel so uncertain about her boyfriend while the warm bubble underneath the umbrella with her ex felt so familiar and safe?

[capppie]

“Many apologies, young maiden. Princess! O youthful effervescent one!” People were staring, Cappie was beaming and bumping his shoulder against hers. “Might be the accessorizing,” that is to say, Evan’s letters. In Greek terms it seemed like a breath away from a wedding ring, a white picket fence, a golden retriever named Lucky. “Pretty old-fashioned for such a fresh face... but, thanks to many beers and strippers, I digress.” And so he did, with a smile and a gesture of his head Cappie was walking her beneath her umbrella like none of it ever happened. “Of course you can,” he spoke the phrase in a chuckle but his humor was in the ludicrous notion that she needed anyone to do anything, which naturally he didn’t believe. “And where exactly are we headed, Miss Independent?”

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Cappie hemmed and hawed, sighing dramatically all through her frustratingly pragmatic responses, but all the while playing with the ends of her hair, the hem of her shirt, plucking at her manicured fingers. She had to know better than to interact with him like he was any other Greek. Casey was a book he’d learned by heart; every pregnant pause and manufactured smile was highlighted and underlined. It was only ever a matter of making it real again, making her glow, which was why he needed just a little more time before losing her to a sea of Lacoste and hair gel.

“How very selfless of him,” despite the latent menace in the words, Cappie was smiling. There was of course an inkling that Evan initially had a little crush on Casey, but who wouldn’t? Above all, Cap trusted his best friend and his girlfriend. In fact it was almost a relief that Evan was Omega Chi, that way someone would be able to watch out for her when he couldn’t. “I, on the other hand, am deadly selfish.” He quirked his brows, grinning. “For the layman, yes, Dobler’s would be the obvious choice. Luckily you’re in the hands of a seasoned bar-hopper. Tonight I’ll do you the honors of introducing you to my secret place,” he whispered conspiratorially, playful as ever as he set himself up for the obvious joke. “And then after we have sex, I’ll take you to this cool little place I found. C’mon, Case, live a little! You could tell the girls you’re sick.”

Casey found her resolve softening, her heart melting as his hands flitted across her. Her heart sped and she pouted to show his distractions weren’t going to work. Yet somehow he’d already won and his declaration of selfishness made her roll her eyes. “Last time I checked you were the layman,” she accused, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. As much as she’d like to pin Cappie down and stare right through him like he was just so transparent, she liked him because he constantly surprised her. Although the Kappa Tau’s sometimes had less than pleasant taste in their surprises, her boyfriend’s flair for the dramatic fit in quite well. If their relationship could be measured solely in adventure, they would be flying high together, maybe forever.

A secret place… the thought of sneaking around with Cap made her flush and she wriggled a little closer to him. His broad chest beat with such a purely passionate heart and that was what drew her closer even with the pressure of the world trying to tear them apart. “Secret huh? Alright but this better not be some private Kappa Tau bang pad,” she warned. She rubbed her temple trying not to think of the act she would have to pull with Frannie. Evan would also be disappointed, she knew. Casey had promised them both that she was taking ZBZ and their relationship with Omega Chi more seriously than her relationship with Cappie. She frowned and buried her face in his chest. If only the fun they had could outweighed the obligations she had started to take on as a pledge.

[capppie]

As effortlessly enjoyable spending a night with Casey would be, Cap wasn’t exactly inclined to play the needy boyfriend. Besides if anyone should empathize with prioritizing house over spouse, it ought to be Cappie. She had elegant - if frigid - parties with his rival fraternity and he had, well, twenty-four hour video game sessions with the brothers. They both were making sacrifices. Too aware of the pout she was pressing into his shirt, Cappie accepted the spirit of compliance with a sigh and pushed his hands down the length of her hair. “But Frannie will kill you,” he filled in the expletive he assumed she meant. “And then she’ll kill me. Slowly. Something tells me that girl knows her way around a thumb screw.”

He allowed himself one more moment of inhaling her before he held her around the shoulders, pulling her away to lay his eyes on her instead. “Tomorrow?” Then he inclined his head, as if something were just occurring to him. “Bang pad. God, that’s a pledge project if I ever heard one. Genius.”

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I wanna hold you when I’m not supposed to When I’m lying close to someone else You’re stuck in my head and I can’t get you out of it If I could do it all again I know I’d go back to you

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Evan’s WHOLE problem is that Cappie got everything he wanted… lbr

[capppie]

Right! Cappie is the free spirit Evan wants to be... meanwhile Evan has the bright future Cappie is guilty for not having.

Also the freshman year thread makes me think of the fact that Cappie lost his best friend since he was a kid and the first girl he probably ever really loved all in one night :’(