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Adult Education Part 8 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Plans for the fraternity alumni fundraiser that Jessica is in charge of are starting to take shape. And things with Jake are starting to heat up. But even after she tries her best to take care of her students in her own way, she feels like she will never be successful at this college.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, smutty thigh riding, 18+

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jessica settled down in the spare seat in her friend's office with her slightly stale peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a notebook. "Wait, say that again. Beer pong with micro brewed beer? Come on, Advanced Calculus. Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of the frat boy vibe?" she asked with her pencil poised over the paper. 

The other woman laughed as she ate the turkey and avocado roll ups that her husband packed for her gorgeous looking lunch. Jessica would have had some of Jake's chili to bring except that she finished all of it on Sunday and Monday while she texted him about how good it was. 

"It would be an elevated frat boy vibe. I spent the weekend asking my husband what he would want out of an alumni event with his fraternity, and he came up with some pretty compelling ideas."

Jessica bit into her sandwich with a frown and chewed. "But depending on the turnout, a few kegs of fancy beer could be very expensive."

She shook her head and offered Jessica some mixed berries and a honey dipping sauce which she immediately accepted. "No, because Bradley knows a guy who owns a brewery in Solana Beach. He said he'd ask for a favor if you wanted him to."

Jessica perked up immediately. She had a friend. A friend who had a nice husband who was offering to help her out. As much as she wanted to dream big and believe she could get tenure if this thing was successful, she was afraid to hope too hard. 

But she couldn't help herself. "Solana Beach isn't that far away. You think this guy would really cut me some sort of deal? My budget from the school is pretty tiny."

She shrugged. "He was in Bradley's fraternity at UVA. He's actually a really nice guy, so I wouldn't be too surprised."

Jessica only had to think about it for another second. "Okay yes. I am very interested in this idea." Then she ate a few more berries and jotted down some other ideas they came up with. hors d'oeuvres from the culinary school

frat boys in tuxedos

sparkling wine

silent auction

As she was finishing the last item, the other woman asked, "How was your weekend with Jake?"

When Jessica met her eyes, she could tell she was blushing. But she laughed softly and said, "I think he's my boyfriend?"

"Really?" she asked, nearly dropping her turkey roll up on her lap. "I'm sorry, but are you serious? You and Jake are exclusive?"

"Yes," Jessica whispered. Right? Hadn't he made it clear he wasn't seeing anyone else and didn't want to? Oh shit. It had been so long since she'd done this, maybe she wasn't even doing it correctly. "Is that okay?"

"Oh my god! He just... I don't think... I don't ever remember mention of him having a girlfriend. Usually he just-" She cut herself off with a wince.

"Picks girls up for the night?" Jessica supplied. She sensed that about him and the way he'd told her some things about himself. But he also bought a new truck so he could make sure he was on time to see her. There was a lot to unpack here.

"Well. Yeah. But I'm not saying I'm surprised that he's into you! You're great! I'm just surprised in general."

"Same." She just hoped she wasn't about to make a fool of herself when Jake stopped by later during her office hours. When she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, she could feel the pull of the green lace against her skin underneath her cute pleated skirt, and her sheer stockings felt like silk. 

"Aside from the fact that he once called me Dr. Tits when he was belligerently drunk at my house, Jake is, and I say this a bit begrudgingly, actually really sweet. And kind. He dropped off two tickets for a Grateful Dead cover band last night since Bradley drove him around a few times after his truck broke down."

"I'm sorry.... did you say he called you Dr. Tits? Please, I'm going to need you to elaborate on that."

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Jake spent Monday night making the most perfect lasagna of his life and waiting until it cooled down to pack some individual containers for Jessica. Then when he left for work on Tuesday, he left them all lined up in his refrigerator so he could grab them on his way to her office hours. 

There was a guest speaker today, and Jake grabbed the empty seat next to Bradley who was trying to discreetly text his wife under the table before the lecture started. 

"What's Dr. Tits up to?" he drawled, earning an eye roll. 

"Text her yourself if you want to know," came the raspy response. "I'm going right to campus after work today to keep her company while she's on a phone conference," he added with a smirk. "Might stop by and talk to your girlfriend about her fundraiser while I'm there."

"That fraternity thing she has to do?" 

"Yeah," Bradley replied, finally putting his phone away. "Sugar asked me to be nice to her, so I'm going to try to save her some money on beer from Beta Brewing."

"Isn't that the place that ages the beer in bourbon barrels and sells it for an outrageous price?"

"Yeah," Bradley said with a laugh. "A guy who was in my fraternity owns it. I haven't seen him in a bit, but I was kind enough to text him on behalf of Jessica. Now will you please stop calling my wife Dr. Tits?"

"No," Jake replied smoothly as Maverick called everyone to attention. 

Bradley just grunted in response.

When they were released from the lecture, Jessica's office hours had already begun. Jake hadn't texted her much since he knew Tuesdays were busy for her. He just needed to get there before 7:00, because somehow if he arrived during her office hours, it made him feel like her student. And that made everything feel a little dirty. And he really fucking liked that. Plus she told him she was going to wear something sexy, and he'd been dying to find out what that meant.

He swung by his place and picked up the containers of lasagna and packed them in a cooler, and then he was off in his new truck. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd visited this part of the city before he met Jessica, but now he was constantly searching the side streets along campus for a parking spot. Tonight he found one on the same block as a familiar, blue Bronco.

Of course he got some looks from the college girls as he strolled toward the math and science building in his khaki uniform, but he was met with a glare from a man a little older than him with salt and pepper hair when he walked inside. 

"Evening," Jake drawled as the other man silently examined his uniform. He could feel eyes on him as he walked toward the elevators. It wasn't like he was forbidden to be here, so he just ignored him. This ride up to her floor and the walk down the hallway had become familiar to Jake. But when he raised his hand to knock, he heard the doorknob turn from the inside along with Jessica's muffled voice. So he leaned back against the opposite wall as the door cracked open. 

"Luca, there's no way I'm going to try out your skateboard."

"Come on, Dr. Reed. Just for a minute? It'll be really fun. But you probably shouldn't wear high heels."

She sighed and pulled her door open further, but she didn't notice Jake yet. "Fine. I'll try your skateboard on Thursday only after you show up on time and give me a full hour of your best effort."

"Sweet!" Luca said, giving her a high five. But now she was distracted by Jake as he smiled at her. 

"Not in the hallway!" Jessica shouted after Luca who set his board down and promptly picked it back up again. 

"My bad, Dr. Reed!"

Jessica was already wrapped up in Jake's arm, her lips ghosting over his. "Hey, Reedy," he whispered, and then he was being jerked away from the wall as she led him inside and closed the door, leaning back against it.

"Hi," she whispered back. Jake let his eyes drift down over her petite form and back up again, every inch of clothing and everything that was bare to him was making him salivate. She had on a rather short pleated skirt with sheer stockings and black heels. Plus he could see the telltale green strap peeking out from the white camisole as her cardigan slipped down her bare shoulder.

He swallowed hard. "You look nice, Baby. You having a good day?"

"Yes!" she gushed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him harder this time. "My faculty meeting was blessedly canceled this morning, and I ate lunch with Advanced Calculus." 

Jake set the cooler down on her desk in the tiny office so he could have better access to her body. "That's great. You call her Advanced Calculus? That's actually so cute," he said as his hands came to rest on her hips. 

Jessica laughed, and he felt warm all over. "Yes, and she calls me Advanced Physics. And she's helping me plan that fraternity fundraiser along with her husband. Bradley actually stopped by a little while ago, before Luca was here. He's just the best. Advanced Calculus is so lucky."

"He's the best?" Jake asked, one eyebrow raised as he leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder making her shiver. "She's so lucky?"

When he ran his nose along that pretty green bra strap, she gasped. "Not as lucky as me."

Jake chuckled and murmured, "That's my smart girl." He brushed her hair aside and kissed his way from her shoulder up her neck to her ear while she clung to him. 

She cleared her throat and asked, "How was your day?" as she tried to pull away from him. But Jake kept her right where she was. 

"Better now," he promised. "Had to sit through a talk about the updates coming to my jet this summer. A new mechanical override and an updated comms system among other things."

"Ohhh," she sighed. "Did they give you a new spec sheet?" Her eyes were curious behind her glasses, and Jake was grinning.

"Sure did. You wanna see it?"

"Yes!"

"Well, that's classified, Baby."

She pouted and said, "Come on, Jake. I won't tell anyone. Can't you sneak one home with you or something?"

He ran his big hands up and down her back. "You want to work out some of the calculations, don't you?"

"Of course I do," she replied softly, and Jake was getting a little hot just thinking about her sitting in his kitchen with a pencil and a calculator. He trailed his hand down to her ass, and she was kissing him again as she touched his pins.

"If you really want to see them," he said between kisses, "I'll sneak them out." She giggled as she kissed his neck, and then his nose was buried in her hair. "God, you look so sexy, and you smell so sweet."

Her glasses bumped his cheek when she kissed his ear and raked her fingers through his hair. Every inch of the front of her body was pressed to his, and Jake just knew there was no coming back from this right now. Jessica had dressed like this with him in mind, and while her outfit was totally work appropriate, it was also a thing of fantasies. Skirts and heels and green lingerie and stockings. 

"I can't seem to stop thinking about you," she said in the sweetest voice before she sucked on his lip. He wondered if her stockings were the kind that ended at her thighs or the ones that went all the way up to her waist. He needed to know. She didn't make him wait for an answer. Jessica guided him to the chair behind her desk, and he sat down a little hard. She was standing right in front of him with her gaze fixed on his pants, and when Jake glanced down, he could see the outline of his cock as he stood at attention for her. 

"I'm sorry," he grunted, "but you turn me on so much."

"Don't apologize," she breathed, and he was treated to the sight of her sliding that cardigan down her arms. When she turned slightly and dropped it onto her desk, her skirt rode up her leg. Jake could see the lace trimmed top of her stocking hugging her thigh, and he groaned so loudly, her gaze snapped back to his. 

"Jessica." His voice was a needy whine, and for some reason this was so much worse than when he almost fucked her on his couch. Because she was his girl now, and he wanted every inch of her well acquainted with every inch of him. "Come here." When he patted his right thigh, she obeyed him immediately, coming to stand with his knee between her legs. 

Then she hesitated, and Jake didn't want to push anything. When he was just about to tell her that nothing sexual needed to happen here, he watched her reach up underneath her skirt and bend a little at the waist. His gaze shifted so rapidly from her pretty eyes to the lacy tops of her sheer stockings, he thought he might pass out. And then she started to slide that green thong down her hips to her thighs, and Jake caught the briefest glimpse of her pussy before her underwear was down her legs and her skirt fell into place once more.

"Fuck. Jessica." He was a panting mess as she stepped out of her thong and handed it to him. It was wet, and when he pressed it to his nose, it smelled incredible. And she was once again positioning herself with her legs straddling his right one before she came to rest with her pussy on his khaki covered thigh.

"Is this okay?" she whispered as her right knee nudged his cock, and his head tipped back slightly. She bit her lip and ran one gentle finger along his name tag, spelling out SERESIN while she looked him in the eye. 

"Yeah," he groaned. "God. It's more than okay." She kissed him with her palm planted on his chest, and Jake was living for the way her hips rocked forward. 

Her glasses and hair were tickling his face as she brought her other hand up to his neck, and then Jessica rocked her hips back and forward once again along his thigh. There was a smile on her lips as she kissed him and whispered, "You can set that down, you know." 

Jake was still gripping her thong in his hand, and he pressed it to his mouth and lips one more time before stuffing it in his breast pocket. The fact that she was rubbing her bare ass and pussy on his uniform had him painfully hard, but he didn't want her to stop. This was a thousand times better than any lap dance he'd ever had before. 

"You excited to see me today, Baby?" he asked, squeezing both of her knees with his hands and then guiding them up to her skirt. "This is a very warm welcome."

Her cheeks were flushed as Jake pushed her skirt up a few inches to play with the lace stockings. When he ran his thumbs along the soft, bare skin of her inner thighs, she whined his name. "Jake!" 

"Fuck," he grunted, squeezing her with both hands as she rode his thigh, now gripping both of his shoulders. She was kind of jerking her hips along as her glasses slid down her nose. Jake leaned in to kiss her neck and chest as he whispered, "You gonna get off like this?" She squeaked as his fingers toyed with her stockings before he brushed her wet slit with his thumb. 

"I never did before," she said, eyes a little wild now. Every time she rolled her hips back so she was sitting on her ass, she grunted a soft little sound that almost sent him through the roof. 

"Baby, you can't tell me things like that and make those perfect little sounds okay?" he whispered. "Because now I need to get you off." He guided one hand around to palm her bare ass and tipped her chin up with the other. "Okay?" he asked, running his thumb along her lips. She nodded and kissed his thumbprint before he reached down and lifted up her skirt. "Holy hell," he moaned. Her pussy looked exquisite, and there was a wet spot the size of her palm on his service khakis from her slick.

While he was absolutely aching to get his cock inside her, he knew there would be time for that later. This weekend, perhaps. But right now, he thought she was close to coming on his fucking uniform. In her goddamn office. On the college campus. And he needed to make it a reality, because he could feel her wetness on his leg as she ground down against him. 

So he kept his left hand on her ass, guiding her movements just a little slower as he took one more look at her pink pussy spread open for him, and he stroked her clit with his right thumb. And then Jessica was shaking almost instantly as she kissed his lips and muttered something incoherent. 

"Come on baby. You're so close," he whispered between kisses. "This is so hot." Every time her knee bumped his cock, he thought he might cum in his pants, but he kept her going. 

"Oh. My. God!" she whined suddenly before sucking in a deep breath and arching her back. Jake rubbed his face across her tits, nipples peaked through the fabric of her bra and camisole. And then she was coming and keening, and he eased up the pressure of his thumb and enjoyed every sound she made for him.

Jessica collapsed against his chest, lips pressed to his ear and cheek as she combed her fingers through his hair and rode out the little aftershocks. He ran his hand along her ass, stroking her until she stopped rocking gently against him. As she kissed her way to his lips, her fingers found his insignia pins just like always. Their kisses were soft and leisurely like she'd really worn herself out, and when she shifted, he grunted as her knee nudged his cock again.

She looked at him with wide eyes as she brought her hand down to his pants. "I'm so sorry," she gasped with a soft laugh. "I'm in such a daze, I wasn't even thinking. Let me take care of you."

Jake was shaking his head and immediately reaching for her hand. "Absolutely not." He would cum in an instant if she touched his bare dick with any part of her pretty body, and that was not something he was interested in at the moment. 

"Why not?" she asked, looking thoroughly upset now as she pulled away from him to stand. Jake had to bite his knuckle at the sight of the mess she left on his khakis, and his cock jumped painfully in his pants. 

"Baby, look what you did," he crooned, gesturing at his thigh. "It's gorgeous." But when he met her eyes, she was blushing and reaching for her cardigan. "Jessica, I can't have you taking care of this for me right now. I'm too worked up, and I'd rather have blue balls than cum as soon as you look at me, okay?"

She laughed as she pulled her sweater on, and she let Jake kiss her. "Okay," she replied softly as she looked down at his wet pants. "I can't believe I did that."

"Listen," he whispered, boxing her in between his body and her desk. "I think you should come spend the weekend at my place. Pack an overnight back and some more journals... the real sexy ones on the top shelf over there." He jerked his chin toward her bookshelf. "And I'll steal you a top secret spec sheet that could cost me some of my pins that you like touching so much."

"I could do that," she replied with a smile. "I need to go up to Beta Brewing with Bradley on Saturday morning, but after that, I'm free."

Jake kissed her as he pulled her green thong out of his pocket. "Sounds perfect. And I'm going to need you to wear this again on Saturday, okay? I didn't even get to see the bra yet."

She balled it up in her hand like she was suddenly embarrassed by it. "Alright." But he tipped her chin up again so she was looking at him.

"I can't get enough of you."

Then the sweet kisses returned before she took him by the hand and selected a small stack of journals for him to take him. "Here's a spicy one from the top shelf," she told him with a smile that made him feel weak. Then he said he would walk her and the cooler of food to her car. And she tried to hide her face against his pins when that same guy was walking through the lobby again, because Jake still had a wet spot on his pants from her pussy. 

"You think I care?" he whispered to her before he nodded at the guy with salt and pepper hair. "I got my girl with me, and she got off on me."

"Jake," she gasped with a laugh, pulling him outside quickly. "He's the head of the chemistry department. And he already hates me."

"Who in their right mind could hate you?" His mind drifted for a moment to all the supposed rumors about her that were floating around. "Wait, is he the guy who got permanently banned from Chippy's?" He dug his feet in and there was no way she could pull him anywhere. "Why doesn't he like you?"

Jake was turning back to look into the building, ready to give this asshole a piece of his mind, but Jessica was still pulling on him. "Don't worry about it. Walk me to my car so we can make out." But he was going to worry about it. And yeah, he made out with her next to her car until he was starting to get hard again, which was honestly very painful now. And he was still thinking about it when he watched her pull away. He headed home to jerk off and start to consider what he could cook this weekend, but it still really irritated him that someone found something to dislike about the first woman he ever thought he could be serious with. Because in his mind, she was perfect. 

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"Luca, focus on the math, or I'm not going to embarrass myself on your skateboard."

"Sorry, Dr. Reed."

Jessica had to keep drawing her failing student's attention back to the problem sheet in front of him, but that threat really seemed to do the trick. For some reason, this kid really wanted to see her eat asphalt. And now he was solving all of the problems correctly. "Yes! Keep going." She watched him write out the long equation for the last question, and she murmured, "One just like that will be on the exam next week."

"Sweet," he replied with a smile. "I'll study this weekend. Weather is supposed to be shitty for surfing."

She rolled her eyes but collected his paper when he was finished. "This is all correct," she said as she stood up on the other side of the desk in her sneakers and pantsuit. "You just always rush instead of taking your time. I know you can pass my classes. You need them to graduate on time."

"I know," he whined and sat back in the other chair. "I'll keep coming to your office hours."

"Just keep trying and keep studying. I know it's not as hard as you think it is."

Then he stood and picked up his skateboard, and Jessica groaned. "Okay, but only for a minute."

"You say that now, but I think you're going to love it," Luca said as she followed him out of her office and down the hallway. "You're at least fifty years younger than everyone else who works here. You might think skateboarding is fun."

Jessica had to stifle a snort as they walked past Dr. Leeland's open door where he was napping in his chair. "That's not polite, Luca," she managed to say.

"Yeah, but it's still true."

On the ride down the elevator, she listened to him explain how to keep yourself balanced while riding. "Don't make any sudden movements. And don't lean backwards. Actually, don't lean forward either."

Jessica sighed. At least she could spend about a half second on this skateboard and then excuse herself back up to her office to pack up. Then she could call Jake on her way home and hear his sexy voice and talk about the weekend.

Once they were outside on the deserted sidewalk which was lit up by the dying sunset and campus security lights, Luca set the skateboard down with a huge grin on his face. "You're the coolest, Professor Reed. Now step up with your right foot."

She tried it and shook her head before planting both feet back on the ground. "Nope. It's already rolling away!"

"Here. I'll stand on the front so it won't move so much while you get on it."

With a deep sigh, she tried it again, but she started wobbling from side to side this time. "Luca!" she gasped, reaching for his outstretched hand. "This is not fun!"

He was laughing as he said, "It takes practice. Just hold my hand for a second and push off with your left foot." When he removed his foot from the board, she pushed off and went gliding forward as she screeched and held onto his hand with a death grip. "Yeah! That's it!" 

She jumped off, looked at him, and said, "Can I do it again?" 

Five minutes later, she was laughing as she tried pushing off with her right foot. "I can recommend a great skate shop for you!" Luca said as she slowly skated away from him and down the sidewalk. Damn, this was kind of addicting. She jumped down and skated back toward him as she cackled.

"You better move. I'm coming in hot!" she said, rolling so slowly it was laughable. Then she looked up into the icy blue eyes of Brian Conley who was scowling at her. She jumped awkwardly off of the skateboard, and it continued to roll to Luca who picked it up.

"What the hell are you doing, Dr. Reed?" Brian practically yelled even though she was right in front of him. She hated that she immediately felt tears stinging behind her eyes. "Can't you be professional for even just ten minutes?"

"I was just-" she started, but then Luca cut in when she really wished he wouldn't.

"It was my idea, Dr. Conley. Dr. Reed just finished tutoring me, and I thought it would be fun."

Brian just shook his head and sighed. "That's enough fun for one day I think."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Reed," Luca muttered as he hoisted his backpack on and started skating away. And then Jessica really wished she could vanish, because Jake was heading up the sidewalk at a blistering pace, a scowl on his handsome features while Brian went off.

"It's not your job to be messing around with your students. It is your job to be teaching them. I know for a fact that you have several students failing your classes, and I don't think skateboarding with them is quite the correct answer here, do you? If you think you're even close to being qualified for tenure, you are out of your mind!"

All she could picture was Leeland asleep during his office hours. All she wanted to do was relate to Luca a little bit to keep him interested in things. She was just upholding her end of the bargain since he did so great with the practice problems.

"You're such an asshole," she whispered as her vision blurred with unshed tears. 

When Brian took a step closer so that he was almost touching her, Jessica heard Jake's voice call out in a loud bark. "Hey! Why is she crying?"

"I'm okay," she said softly which just made her want to cry even more. She pushed Brian away from herself and walked the rest of the way toward Jake who had his hands in fists and fire in his eyes. "I'm okay." She had to plant both palms on his chest to get him to look at her instead of Brian. 

"Why are you crying?" he asked, gentler this time as Brian stormed back inside the building. "Should I be going after him?"

"No," she said as she hiccuped, and Jake pulled her against his chest so her glasses got smashed at a weird angle. But she immediately felt better. "What are you doing here?"

He rubbed her back and said, "I missed you and thought maybe you'd want to go to Chippy's after your office hours. I know you were supposed to help that kid Luca, but I figured you might feel like getting a Sam Adams with me. Didn't know I'd potentially have to kick that guy's ass."

Jessica felt like she was going to say something she had no business telling him yet. So she tamped down the words and instead said, "You don't need to kick Brian Conley's ass. He's not even worth it. And I would absolutely love to go to Chippy's with you."

She kissed Jake long and hard on the lips before leading him inside and back up to her office to pack up her things and lock the door. Then they walked across the street, hand in hand. Jake held the door for her, and he finally looked a little calmer now as he walked into Chippy's right behind her. 

"I'm just waiting for him to glare at me," Jake said as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "I really need to take you to the Hard Deck one night, because honestly, Penny could give him a run for his money."

"I'd love to see that," she said with her first smile since she was on the skateboard. She laced her fingers with Jake's and led him to an empty table.

"Reedy," Chippy called out, and sure enough, there was a special glare reserved for Jake. Jessica was beaming by the time he pulled out a stool for her and kissed her. 

"I'll be right back. Hopefully," Jake said with a look of extreme fear as he headed to the bar. This was her peaceful space away from Brian. And she felt safe with Jake and Chippy. And Jake was completely right; a beer and some peanuts were exactly what she needed right now. 

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Can't wait to check in with Beer Boy's former frat brother. And can't wait for Reedy to spend some more time at Jake's place. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 9

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Death and the Lady: Chapter Eight. Chibs Telford X Reader

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Chapter Eight: Be There

The annual Taste of Charming Festival was a yearly tradition in Charming. It had been going on for over ten years now. It was a fundraiser meant to raise money for the local school district. Local businesses and community services around town set up food stands and tables to sell crafts and other goods. There were performances by local bands, games and activities were set up for kids and families, and the big end of the night event was a fireworks show.

Overall, most of the residents of Charming found it to be a pleasant event where they could come together and even drum up sales for local businesses; all for a good cause of course. 

Y/N had never cared much for the event. Her father was always the one who insisted on attending every single year. He’d joked that it was a great opportunity to network with future clientele; as dark as the joke might have seemed. He had said it time and time again; make yourself a part of the community and you will make the town undertaker seem less frightening. He’d always told Y/N to be good to the residents of Charming and they will remember that kindness and turn to their family in times of loss.

He’d always been able to fit in with the community despite his career. He’d never allowed the locals to make him into an outcast. He’d been just fine making nice with the community. 

Y/N had never personally cared much for making nice with the community. In her opinion, the community had never quite embraced her with open arms. So, why would she care to be a part of the community? 

She was well aware of her fellow residents’ perception of her. They saw her as being disconcerting and strange. Her presence made them nervous and reminded them of their own mortality. Locals knew all about her crazy brother and her poor dead father and poor dead sweet mother. They knew about her wild streak with the MC and her sudden disappearance almost a decade before. The locals knew she was back and running the family business seemingly with a cleaned up act, but she could see that perfectly well that she was still not viewed as a welcome member of the community. 

Even as a grown woman, who put so much care into caring for the deceased of Charming ,Y/N knew she was still seen by the residents of Charming as an outsider. It wasn’t a new feeling for her. She’d felt like an outsider her entire life. 

She knew it was terribly anti-social of her; but this was not at all how she’d prefer to spend her Saturday. To be honest, she’d much rather be anywhere than here fraternizing with the locals. The idea of eating a corn dog and making polite small talk with every idiot in Charming didn’t exactly appeal to her. 

She knew of course that this mindset, that some would quickly call elitist, was born out of a sense that she’d never quite belonged with her peers. She'd been rejected by her peers more often than not.

She could at least admit that she had learned to never really put forward the effort to fit in, so she guessed one could argue she had no one to blame but herself. 

Even as a child she’d struggled to really fit in with her peers. She’d not really felt much of a desire to fit in to be perfectly honest. She’d always been more comfortable on her own. She had not really seen having friends as a necessity. 

She’d always much preferred the comfort of her home and all that came with it. Even as a child she would have much preferred to spend time in the home’s greenhouse growing tomatoes and onions, reading one of the many books her family had collected over the years, cooking new recipes, attempting to sneak a peek at her father’s work at the funeral home, or wandering the family pet cemetery. 

Her father had tried to curb her tendency to be a loner. He’d worried about her ability and frank unwillingness to socialize with her peers. He’d worried about her comfortable acceptance of solitude and what it meant for her future relationships.

She knew he’d worried she would spend her life as the town recluse, never finding love and never having a family of her own. 

As a child Y/N’s father had tried to encourage his daughter to socialize. He’d tried to place Y/N in a local Girl Scout troop, but she’d grown bored of selling cookies and sewing potholders quickly. It had only lasted a few months before she’d begun flat out refusing to leave her room when it was time for any troop meetings. 

He’d tried to reach out to her classmates' parents to set up sleepovers with Y/N and her schoolmates growing up, but her classmates had been less than keen on the idea of spending the night in the local funeral home. Y/N had of course argued that she didn’t want to spend time with any of the girls with her class anyhow as she found most of their interests and conversations to be dull. She’d be lying though of course if she tried to pretend that she hadn’t been hurt by her classmates' rejection of her. She’d never admit it but she’d been hurt that the other girls in her grade had not invited her to trade stickers or play with Barbies. So, it had been much easier to insist that she found them boring and lame anyhow instead of admitting that their rejection had hurt. 

Her father had even attempted to sign her up for art classes and sports teams at the community recreation center, but Y/N had been ever resistant. She’d had very little interest in taking ceramics classes and playing softball with the local kids.

Y/N had learned to never mind being alone. She’d always felt that perhaps loneliness was just the human condition. Being alone was a natural part of life. Y/N had always felt that she could easily argue that everyone was basically born alone and everyone would most likely die alone. 

In her opinion, people should be more comfortable with the concept of solitude. Alone was something people would often find themselves being, even if they didn’t want to admit it. She’d always argued that she was not a recluse but was simply comfortable with the peace of her own company. 

Deep down she could admit, at least to herself, that she’d always just felt anxious around the living. She knew what to expect from the dead who were put to rest in her family’s funeral home. The dead were predictable. The living were full of surprises and far too often disappointments. Being around the living scared the shit out of her. 

Perhaps that was why she’d always leaned so hard into her odd childhood and her career. She knew her job intimidated and frightened others. If she felt uncomfortable or anxious all she had to do was talk about embalming techniques or rates of decay and people would feel even more anxious than she did. 

Embracing loneliness in Charming was nothing new to Y/N. When she’d lived up in New York she’d thrown herself into work and when she wasn’t working she spent her days alone walking in the park, tending to her plants in her apartment, or visiting a thrift store. 

She’d had very little company in the means of friends and romantic partners. The few industry friends she’d had she didn’t see outside of work. It had felt that friends outside of the industry saw her only as an oddity. 

She’d quickly realized that most non-funeral home employed friends would always want to quickly introduce Y/N by pointing out just what her job was and the fact that she’d been raised in a funeral home. 

It made her feel like some kind of spectacle; just kept around for the morbid sense of entertainment she brought to others. 

Her past experience with her peers was enough to make her lean into solitude. 

If it was completely up to her she would much rather be at home right now perhaps even working. 

She’d hated to admit though that her father perhaps had a point. Being the owner of Charming’s most prominent funeral home meant that one had to be viewed as a trusted part of the community. When the time came for Charming to bury their dead Y/N knew she wanted to be the first one the locals thought to contact. 

So, she’d found herself wandering the festival trying her best to paste a smile on her face and pretend that she wasn’t hating every last second of this.

She was regretting not taking Skeeter’s offer to attend the festival with her. She’d turned down his offers well aware that her coworker was just as disinterested in making nice with the locals.

A part of her had to wonder if his feelings towards socializing with the locals was perhaps why Skeeter and she’d shared such a close bond. They were both accustomed to being outsiders in their community. 

She had only been at the festival for a couple of hours now and she was quickly growing tired of it all. 

Y/N tried her best to put a smile on her face and pretend that she didn’t notice the vendor, who was selling cotton candy, was clearly trying to take a peek down her dress and admire her cleavage as she paid for the treat. 

It was something Y/N had long ago realized about some of the male population of Charming, and males in general in her experience. Men would happily admire her body but the second she opened her mouth they ran.

She let out a soft sigh knowing that she’d only found one man who didn’t seem to want to run when she opened her mouth, and that man had been out of town for over a week now. 

Y/N had tried not to sound as defeated as she’d felt when Chibs had broken the news to her over the phone that he would be going up north on club business a little over a week ago. The bad news had been broken only a few days after that second date they’d had and she was disappointed to realize that the third date she’d promised him was being delayed. 

Of course, the trip had not stopped the daily phone calls even if those phone calls seemed to be far shorter than she’d prefer.

She was relieved that they’d at least had the conversation about her expectation of monogamy on that last date; though she’d had the feeling that this trip up north was not entirely a traditional club run. He’d not seemed keen to share the reasoning behind his sudden trip “up north” but she’d had a feeling it was not entirely for anything even close to being a law abiding activity. 

Y/N had found that her last date with Chibs had given her much to consider. She’d not been expecting anything Chibs had shared with her.

Those irksome little voices in the back of her head still insisted that she was an absolute fool for not running screaming at anything Chibs had told her. His past was a lot to take in.

It wasn’t just the past ties to the True IRA that made her feel a sense of unease; it was the entire concept that he was still legally married.

Her brain screamed at her that Chibs was throwing red flags left and right and she was going to suffer due to her reluctance to pay those flags any mind.

It had felt as though her heart screamed much louder than her brain though. Her heart told her that Chibs had at least been honest with her about his past. Didn’t honesty kind of make the red flag a little duller? It would be more of a red flag had he tried to hide his past from her or hide who he was. 

She had to trust that he’d been honest with her about who he was and what exactly she was in his life. She had to try to trust that he’d be honest about what a life with him might entail. 

It sounded ridiculous; the honest criminal.

Y/N snapped her purse shut, taking her cotton candy and quickly walking away from her vendor admirer. 

A voice in the back of her brain piped up that the cute little dress she’d worn today was not intended for this vendor to admire. 

The black sundress had been chosen for a certain Scotsman who may or may not make it back to Charming in time to watch the fireworks with her.  It was cute on her in her opinion; black with little red cherries printed along the fabric. It reached right above her knees and showed off her legs. The thin straps and sweetheart neckline showed her cleavage.

She had thought Chibs might appreciate the dress and how it showed off her better assets.

Chibs had not wanted to make any promises that he’d be back in town in time to meet her for the fireworks show. He’d only given her the promise that he would try his very best. She could admit though that she’d been willing to put the effort into her clothing choice today just in case Chibs did happen to make it back in time. 

She would never admit that to Chibs or anyone else though. As far as he or anyone else would know; she just liked this dress and she was absolutely just wearing it for her own enjoyment. 

Her annoyance only grew as a familiar voice called out to her. “Y/N, I didn’t expect to see you.”

She turned to spot the Queen of SAMCRO waving her over. She thought about pretending that she could not hear Gemma Teller Morrow or maybe pretending that she had a cell phone call to take all of a sudden.

She unfortunately realized though that there was no avoiding visiting with Gemma…especially if Y/N did have any sort of future with Chibs.

Chibs was part of SAMCRO and Gemma was the Queen of SAMCRO. There was no avoiding the Queen. As much as Y/N was trying to live in denial she knew a life with Chibs would heavily involve SAMCRO. 

“Gemma, nice to see you.” Y/N remarked reluctantly making her way over to the table of baked goods Gemma had set up in TM Auto’s name of course. Though the idea of the local MC selling brownies and lemon squares was enough of a humorous thought to put a slight smirk on Y/N’s lips.

Gemma spoke nodding down at the younger woman. “I thought I spotted the hearse in the parking lot.”

Y/N resisted the urge to roll her eyes, annoyed that she was still stuck driving the old hearse given that her poor Acura was still sitting in the garage at TM Auto. She knew that driving the black circa 1970 Cadillac Hearse had made her stick out all the more as the outsider to the locals today. 

She spoke, doing her best to keep her reply polite. “Yep. Luckily my father started it up every once in a while…pretty sure he bought that car pretty soon after he married my mom…didn’t replace it until he got the 2003 model.”

She tried not to cringe at the last part of her statement. The new hearse had been another expense her father had made trying to keep the business up and running. At least she wasn’t drowning in the debt from that particular purchase. 

Gemma gave a small smirk in response. “Your Acura would get fixed a hell of a lot quicker if Chibs would let anyone but him touch it.”

Y/N didn’t have time to focus on that piece of information as Gemma spoke again, not missing a chance to dive into the conversation she’d been clearly dying to have. “So, I’ve heard that the one date wasn’t just one date.”

Y/N sighed not at all liking this conversation. She was so not looking forward to a continuation of the same talk she’d already had with Gemma prior to that first date. “It has been a couple of dates thus far.”

“I’m assuming he hasn’t offered you more favors in exchange for another date, has he?” Gemma dared to ask not shying away from pushing Y/N’s buttons just the slightest.

It was clear she was testing the waters; being sure Y/N wasn’t looking to take advantage of Chibs’ apparent affections for her. 

Y/N clinched her jaw resisting the urge to say anything she might regret. She had a feeling going off on Gemma would not exactly do her any favors both in her relationship with Chibs and her dealings with SAMCRO. “He hasn’t had to offer me a thing in order to get another date.”

“Good, I’m glad to know it’s moved past being a trade off.” Gemma remarked not saying the silent part out loud glad to see you aren’t whoring yourself out to him for favors. 

Y/N was quick to mention the quiet part out loud. “I’ve already stated, it was never that type of a date. Despite the indiscretions of my youth, I’ve never put out in exchange for a favor.”

She cleared her throat knowing that she sounded just the slightest bit defensive though she knew no one could blame her. “I’ve matured a little since my days as a Friday night visitor. I’m not particularly interested in screwing guys in kuttes to cope with my issues anymore.”

“So, I’m taking it you only have interest in one man in a kutte?” Gemma remarked a slight hint of what Y/N was surprised to see just might be approval in her voice.

“I’m interested in him, the fact that he wears a kutte isn’t the motivation behind that interest. I meant what I said in our last conversation. I’ve never had any interest in playing the croweater game. I’m more interested in him than what he is.” Y/N remarked not entirely wanting to admit that the fact that Chibs wore the reaper on his back did make her feel the slightest bit anxious.

Reentering the world of SAMCRO was not something she aspired to do. Her mind still screeched at her that Chibs’ world was one she’d tried so hard to leave behind when she’d left Charming almost a decade prior.

The voice insisted that being with him would lead her right back to being the angry broken young woman she’d been almost ten years ago.

Gemma spoke seemingly able to see the conflict bouncing around behind Y/N’s eyes. “The kutte is part of who he is though. You can’t have him without it.”

She paused only for a moment ready to give Y/N the same talk she’d given to dozens of ol ladies prior. “Love the man, learn to love the club.”

Y/N let out a small huff quickly wanting to argue that she wasn’t quite sure it was love. It was far too soon for love. If anything it was a fondness and an affection for him. She enjoyed being around him. She liked how she felt when she was around him. She enjoyed how easy it felt to open up to him and how at ease he’d seemed to open up with her about his own past. She enjoyed the gentle sense of acceptance and security she felt with him. 

Y/N tried not to cringe remembering her conversation with Gemma about how she was not looking to become anyone’s ol lady.

She was uncertain if Chibs even considered her his ol lady? Did she even consider herself one? She was certain that it was most likely far too soon to be throwing around any titles. They’d not even shared a first kiss yet.  

Y/N spoke keeping her voice even hoping her words made her opinion on the matter clear. “I know who and what he is. I’m perfectly aware of what having him entails.”

“Good, like I’ve said before, you’ve always been clever. You’re smart enough to know just what to expect from him and to react accordingly.” Gemma remarked that strange sense of approval hanging at the back of her voice.

Gemma spoke again, not shying away from continuing to pry. “How are things going with him?”

Y/N pretended to be interested in the cotton candy she held in her hand twisting the wooden stick between her fingers as she replied. “It’s going well. No complaints on my end; don’t know about his end.

“Good to hear. Haven’t heard a complaint from him. The guys are giving him a lot of crap, but they do love to take the piss out of each other; men.” Gemma remarked with a slight tone of amusement in her voice.

Y/N raised a brow at the statement, once again surprised that the approval sounded genuine. She chose to play nice. “Everything does seem to be either a pissing contest or taking the piss out of one another with men.”

She only earned a hmm of acknowledgement in response from Gemma. Y/N cringed as another familiar face seemed eager to join the conversation.

She gazed up at Sheriff Unser, the man sliding his way into the conversation with ease. “Miss. Y/L/N.”

“Sheriff.” Y/N responded hoping her voice hid any sign of tension. She couldn’t help but to fear that any conversation with the sheriff might dip into something similar to the last interaction she’d had with a member of Charming’s police force. 

She was not in the mood to dodge questions about those robbed graves again. 

She shifted in place not entirely comfortable around Sheriff Wayne Unser considering the last time she was sure she’d actually spoken to him had been almost ten years prior when he’d been lecturing her in a jail cell after she’d been picked up by a rookie cop at the local convenience store after a night spent at the Sons clubhouse.

She was quite certain from what she could recall from her fuzzy memory she’d been passionately arguing with the sheriff that she was not in fact intoxicated and was quite offended that he would accuse her of such a thing given that she was under the legal drinking age. She was also quite certain she’d called him a fascist though she was not entirely sure she’d known what the word had really fully meant back then. She’d been immature and drunk enough to throw that word around as an insult back then without fully understanding what being a fascist fully entailed.

Needless to say Y/N’s father had been once again unamused to be answering a phone call from Sheriff Unser that his daughter was once again sitting at a jail cell sleeping off her intoxication.

Community service and lectures about underage drinking had been a regular occurrence back then for Y/N. 

She had to hope that Sheriff Unser didn’t remember the whole fascist comment after all these years.

She was relieved as he spoke nodding to her. “How’s the funeral business?”

“It’s going well. No complaints from me.” She remarked hoping that the next question wouldn’t be about those empty graves nor the Lodi police department’s investigation about the bodies that had once occupied those graves.

She let out a soft breath hoping relief wasn’t plastered across her features as Unser spoke nodding his head. “I’ve been meaning to come in and see you. Terminal cancer, figured I should plan ahead.”

Y/N felt her stomach drop her thoughts flashing to her own father the thought making her heart twist. Pancreatic cancer had taken his life so quickly. She did her best to keep the grief free from her features. 

She did notice the discomfort on Gemma���s face at the mention of Unser’s turn in health. 

Y/N kept her voice even adopting a professional tone. “It’s never a bad idea to plan ahead. I would offer the same advice to anyone regardless of their health. You can always reach me at my business line. My door is always open.”

She paused, clearing her throat fast to speak again. “I’m sorry for...I’m sorry to hear the prognosis.”

Unser waved his hand as though he was brushing away the comment. She frowned quickly deciding he’d probably heard the same canned response a dozen times by now.

She didn’t have a chance to continue the conversation as Gemma nodded to an unfamiliar face working the food stand that was usually run by the Charming Police Department. “Who’s he?”

Y/N turned to glance at the man Gemma had noticed she furrowing her brow not recognizing him. He certainly did not seem to be a member of the local police department, given that he was not in uniform like the other men working the stand, but seemed all too chummy to help serve up food and interact with the locals.

There was something about him that made Y/N feel uneasy.

Unser spoke, rolling his eyes slightly. “Agent Kohn, ATF. He’s apparently here following up on a lead on an Interstate weapons case. He’s been buddied up to Deputy Hale for weeks now. Hale has been all too happy to keep me out of the loop.”

Y/N glanced at Gemma, noticing the look of discomfort that flashed through the woman’s eyes only briefly. Y/N sense that an interstate weapons case might just so happen to have something to do with SAMCRO.

Judging by the quick glance Gemma shot her, Y/N was certain it most likely did have something to do with SAMCRO.

Y/N cleared her throat, her stomach turning at the mention of feds and what that might mean for both SAMCRO and Chibs…and possibly her given her involvement doing those favors for SAMCRO.

She continued to twirl her cotton candy in her hand as she spoke hoping she sounded calm and collected. “I’ll be seeing you both around. I think the ladies room is calling my name.”

She turned not acknowledging any response she received.

Sheriff Unser raised a brow at the local undertaker watching her as she walked away. He nodded her direction as he spoke to Gemma. “Strange to see her back in town. She’s not picking up any old habits at the clubhouse is she? I’m not really looking to have the local funeral director sitting in one of my jail cells for being drunk and disorderly.”

Gemma smirked at the question she fast to reply. “At least she’ll be old enough to drink this time around…I don’t think she’s entirely picking up the same habits. Chibs is sweet on her though, pretty sure the feeling is mutual.”

“Chibs?” Unser questioned thinking of the Scottish Son who had come to town not long after Y/N had left Charming.

He wasn’t quite sure he could picture the Scot being sweet on anyone. He found the concept of the frankly rough looking older biker having any sort of affectionate feelings for Charming’s young pretty undertaker to be strange.

He frowned trying to wrap his head around the thought. He had a hard time picturing the elegant funeral director as an ol lady, especially the ol lady of an older Scotsman who had rumored possible ties to a dark history in Belfast. They seemed like an odd pair on paper.

He furrowed his brow further, a memory crossing his mind. “I’m pretty sure the last time I saw her, about ten years ago, she called me a fascist.”

Gemma smirked slightly at the statement. “She always did have a smart mouth. Don’t think she’s grown out of that habit at least.”

Unser huffed at the information, having to hope that he wouldn’t find Y/N in his jail cell anytime soon.

He had a feeling her insults had become a little more sophisticated with age.

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The fireworks flowered above her in the dark sky, the smell of smoke filling the air as the colorful sparks flew up into the sky creating dazzling patterns of vibrant pinks, greens, purples, and reds.

She’d always loved fireworks. New Years and the Forth of July were always enjoyable holidays for her due to the fact that fireworks were involved. She’d adored playing with sparklers as a kid waving them around and playing with fire literally though it had made her father nervous he having seen enough accidental deaths related to fireworks in his time as an undertaker.

She was thankful she’d been smart enough to bring a light black cardigan with her as the night settled in and the temperature outside cooled.

She sighed softly, able to at least enjoy the show even if she distinctly felt quite alone. It was hard not to feel that way surrounded by happy families and a few couples. For once she was surprised to find that she minded being all alone.

She was beginning to lose hope that Chibs would manage to make it back in time.

She knew she shouldn’t be too disappointed; after all, he’d made her no promises that he would in fact make it.

On the bright side, she was at least relieved to know that the fireworks show signaled the end of the Taste of Charming Festival which meant her social obligation of making nice with the locals was about to end.

It couldn’t come sooner as she felt her social battery beginning to drain by the second.

She made the decision that she could leave now if she wanted. After all, she’d spent most of her day at the festival making polite small talk with vendors and locals alike, thankful that the news of those empty graves seemed to be growing boring to the locals.

She would have completely lost her mind if she’d had to spend her day dodging questions about the empty graves in Charming’s local cemetery and any odd questions about her profession. 

Y/N began to turn to see if she could snake her way through the crowd and make it to the parking lot and her hearse.

She felt a pair of hands place at her waist before she even had a chance to move. The familiar voice sounded out. “Made it, Hen.”

She felt her heart lift, unable to stop herself from turning her arms embracing him. She spoke her voice soft, his name sliding from her lips. “Filip.”

Chibs held her against him, his eyes closing for a moment soaking up her touch. He was surprised to find that he’d longed for her in his time away.

The sense of longing for a woman was not new. After all, he’d spent years longing for Fiona.

The longing he felt for Y/N had been unexpected. He couldn’t help but to realize that he was hopelessly screwed when it came to her. Only two dates in and he was already this ensnared by her. He’d found he didn’t quite mind feeling as though he was wrapped up in her web though. He’d found it a pleasant place to be. 

When Clay had ordered Chibs to head up north with McKeavy to monitor his meetings regarding the guns he smuggled from Belfast to the US, Chibs had not been entirely enthusiastic.

He’d not argued though and had dutifully followed the orders of his club Pres. That didn’t mean he’d enjoyed himself though. McKeavy was obnoxious at the best of times. So, being stuck on this trip up north with him was not something Chibs had found pleasant.   Oregon had felt gloomy and he’d grown sick of shitty food on the road and crappy motel rooms.

The nightly phone calls to Y/N had felt like the only bright spot he’d experienced during his entire trip. Though the phone calls had been far shorter than he’d like, they’d still felt like a nice distraction from the day to day annoyances he’d dealt with during his time with McKeavy. 

Talks of the cause, money, guns, and what this meant for SAMCRO’s dealing with the True IRA had given Chibs a massive headache. 

He’d done his best to keep an eye on McKeavey and take note of anything he might need to report back to SAMCRO, but Chibs could admit Y/N had always been at the back of his mind. He’d found himself more often than not mentally making loose plans for their next date or wondering just what she might be up to at the moment. He’d wondered if she was working. Was she bored? Was she doing anything interesting at work? Did she miss him as much as he missed her?

He knew that tomorrow morning he would have to go report his findings to SAMCRO but for tonight he’d chosen to go straight to the Taste of Charming Festival and see the woman he’d been missing for over a week now. 

He could admit he’d sped like a bat out of hell the closer he’d gotten to Charming’s county line. 

Though he’d made no promises to her that he’d make it back into town in time for the firework show, he’d still been determined to make it back.

He felt that warm feeling, that he longed for each time she parted from him, wash over him as she leaned up her lips pressing to his cheek. He couldn’t stop the content sigh from leaving him certain he’d never get enough of soft kisses to his cheek.

He found himself once again feeling reluctant to allow her to pull away as her lips left his skin. 

He didn’t have long to mourn the loss though as her hand pressed to where her lips had just been she caressed his skin as she spoke. “How was up north?”

He smirked knowing he’d not exactly given her a location when he’d broken the news to her that he’d be leaving town for a bit. He found himself leaning into her touch as he spoke. “Oregon was fine, lass. Nothin’ like home though.”

She let out a soft sigh, tempted to ask him just what he’d been up to in Oregon and maybe even mention the ATF agent Unser had pointed out earlier, but she kept the questions and concerns inside, deciding that now was not the time nor place for it.

Chibs stared down at her waiting for the questions about his activities in Oregon, but the questions did not come Y/N pressing her lips to the cheek her hand was not currently stroking. “It sounds stupid, but I missed you.”

“Not stupid, I missed ya too, Hen.” He remarked the words sliding from him without hesitation; he meaning them more than she knew.

He glanced down at her outfit having the exact reaction she'd expected. "Did ya pick out this sweet lookin dress all fer me, Hen?"

"Maybe I just like dresses." She commented continuing to caress his cheek the action soothing him even with her denial she'd picked out this dress with him in mind.

He smirked seeing right through the comment. He stared down at her soaking up the moment enjoying her touch hoping she was enjoying his embrace.

He debated if this was the moment to lean in and allow his lips to slide across hers. It did seem like the perfect setting; fireworks going off above them, soaking up being reunited after not seeing one another for over a week now.

Y/N spoke as she pulled from him turning back around to stare back up at the night sky. “Watch the fireworks with me, Filip. You can tell me about your trip later.”

He sighed debating just how much detail he should go into about his trip with her and just what the Sons business involved.

He chose not to focus too hard on the internal debate though obediently giving into her request.

He stood behind her his arms wrapping around her waist, a satisfied sense of warmth washing over him as she leaned back against him, her hand reaching down to place over his arm caressing his skin through the cotton of his shirt sleeve.

He turned his attention to the sky taking in the show enjoying the feeling of her in his arms.

He found that his worries about the club, the IRA, and just what Y/N might make of it all were too far away to grasp at the moment.

He once again found himself debating if he should turn her around and press his lips to hers like he’d been dying to do for what seemed like a long while now.

He’d found that he didn’t quite mind waiting a little longer to feel her lips against his though. He was surprised to find that this moment felt like enough for now.

He had a feeling that anything with her would feel like enough.

The couple remained unaware that a certain Deputy caught sight of their interactions and was none too pleased to see the happy couple locked in an embrace enjoying the fireworks show.

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.Skeeter did not have a chance to make it to his boss’s office ahead of Deputy David Hale who did not even bother to knock before he opened the door.

The man glared down at Y/N fast to speak, his voice filled with tension and disapproval. “I thought you weren’t falling back into any old habits?”

Y/N let out a huff looking up from her computer monitor and the obituary she’d been proofreading for a family as she spoke her voice holding a hint of sarcasm. “Deputy Hale, please come in.”

Skeeter chose to pop his head in the door, breathing heavily, it apparently taking him some effort to catch up to Deputy Hale when the man was on a rampage. Skeeter was not in the best shape and his larger frame meant that he sometimes moved at a bit more of a sluggish pace especially when compared to someone who was in as good of physical fitness as the deputy. “Y/N, Deputy Hale is here to see you.”

“Yep, got that, Skeet. Thanks.” She remarked, that hint of sarcasm still dripping from her words.

She rolled her eyes pushing her desk chair back as she waved a hand at Skeeter shooing him. “You can go, Skeeter. I think I’m the only one receiving the lecture today.”

Skeeter hesitated, his eyes narrowing, he clearly reluctant to move away from the office door and leave Y/N alone with a pissed off police officer. 

She spoke again, sending him a small look of reassurance. “I’m fine, I’ll call you if I need you.”

Her coworker let out a slight huff slowly moving away, shutting the door behind him. Y/N gazed up at the Deputy her voice tired the irritation still evident in her voice. “You should feel thankful I’m alone here. I don’t think any of my clientele would appreciate having their loved one’s funeral planning interrupted by your ranting and raving.”

Deputy Hale scoffed at the comment he fast to speak up, his voice still harsh as he spoke. “Tell me you aren’t involved with SAMCRO?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the question. She stared back at her computer monitor saving the word document she’d been working on as she spoke. “Define involved?”

“Filip Chibs Telford?” Hale snapped the tension in his voice growing by the moment his brow furrowing so tight she was almost sure he’d pop a blood vessel in his temple.

She spoke rolling her eyes, a headache beginning to develop in the base of her skull. “I wasn’t aware my romantic life was any business of the local police department. I wish someone had notified me about it if it is. I’ve had a few bad dates in the past that I certainly could have used you guys help with.”

Hale let out a huff not amused by her method of responding to his line of questioning. “You are aware of his history, are you not?”

Y/N kept her cool gazing up at the deputy, her voice sounding as tired as she felt as she played dumb. “His history as a Glasgowegin mechanic who immigrated from Belfast, Northern Ireland? I didn’t take you for being xenophobic, David. I’m disappointed. If you’ve got something against immigrants you should know that Filip became an American citizen a few years ago. Though I am pretty sure he now holds dual citizenship.”

David snapped at her, not at all amused by her responses nor her accusations that he was xenophobic. “Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N. You know exactly what I’m talking about?”

She continued to play dumb a sigh leaving her. “I do?”

“SAMCRO? Chibs’ past alleged ties to the True IRA?” Hale spat out his hands placing on his hips looking far too smug for her liking as though he thought he’d just dropped a huge bombshell on her by mentioning the True IRA.

She rolled her eyes knowing that comment may have shocked her if Chibs hadn’t already revealed that part of his past to her. “I don’t think I believe a mechanic from Glasgow is exactly hiding that kind of deep dark secret; sounds like rumors from bored gossips with nothing better to do. He’s not a perfect angel, but he’s not that interesting. I always thought you were too sensible to be such a gossip.”

She paused, having no trouble giving out the company line that was always given in response when people had questions about SAMCRO. “The Sons of Anarchy are just a group of mechanics who just so happen to be motorcycle enthusiasts. There’s nothing going on there other than the occasional wild party and a little minor misbehavior. You know how people can get when they’ve had too much to drink. I know I’ve been guilty of running my mouth and getting into a little trouble during my championship drinking days. Pretty sure you arrested me a time or two back when you were a rookie cop and I was a dumb kid indulging a little too hard in wine coolers”

Hale scoffed at this comment he glaring down at her. “Right, Guess you’ve been coached on how to talk about SAMCRO?”

She sighed as she focused on straightening the paperwork on her desk giving the aura of disinterest in this entire conversation. 

Hale spoke again, another scoff leaving his lips. “I don’t suppose your boyfriend and his associates have anything to do with those empty graves we discussed a while back?”

She gazed up at him, her face unresponsive keeping the same bored tone to her voice she’d tried to maintain throughout this entire conversation. “I don’t know why you would assume they would have anything to do with that unfortunate incident.”

She paused, still keeping her cool as she spoke again hoping the hint of guilt she felt over the favor she’d done for SAMCRO wasn’t apparent in her voice. “What happened with those graves is troubling and disturbing. I do hope that the Lodi Police Department finds the responsible party. Though I’ve heard through the grapevine of Charming gossip that the case had run cold. The families of the deceased were quite distressed over the incident. I’ve helped them transfer the care of their loved ones over to Williams Brothers Funeral Home. I do hope that the deceased will find a peaceful rest this time around.”

She paused again, a soft sigh leaving her as she spoke again unable to resist digging the knife in just a smidge. “Isn’t the grave robbery case out of your jurisdiction Deputy Hale? I thought Lodi had it covered. I’ve already spoken with them and I’m afraid I couldn’t provide them with any more information than what I already gave you. You should probably let their department handle that one. You wouldn’t want to interfere with their investigation.”

She was quite sure that if looks could kill that the look Hale shot her in response to this comment would have killed her on sight. 

He spoke a huff leaving his lips. “Two bodies went missing from a warehouse Clay Morrow and SAMCRO own, it happened right around the time Lodi’s forensic team was distracted by that staged crime scene using the two bodies from that grave robbery. You don’t see any connections there Y/N?”

She sat back in her desk chair, her voice not revealing a thing. She spoke up, not caring if she was being somewhat cruel. “I’m afraid I don’t Deputy. I’m not a detective though…Neither are you. I mean you are just the future Sheriff…or I guess not anymore, I heard rumors around town that Sheriff Unser decided not to retire. Guess you’ll have to wait for that promotion. It makes you a bit of vulture to be honest...the man is terminally ill and you're eagerly waiting to scoop up his job.”

Hale gave her another look that she was quite certain could kill as he spoke. “Did you have anything to do with any of those missing bodies?”

The lie slid from Y/N’s lips without hesitation. “No, of course not. I don’t appreciate a baseless accusation when you're standing in my place of business especially when you’ve barged in here uninvited. I went to school for this, Deputy. I took more classes on the ethics of my profession than you can imagine. I do have a license that I worked my ass off for…two of them actually one in New York and one in California. I didn’t work that hard to fuck it all up.”

She spoke again a heavy sigh leaving her feeling more exhausted by the second. “I don’t think Filip or Clay Morrow are going around robbing graves and stealing bodies from warehouses. Sounds a little morbid and more than a little outlandish don’t you think, especially for a bunch of mechanics?”

Hale sent her yet another glare, his voice still tense, sounding as though he knew she was full of shit. “Right.”

She spoke up before he had a chance to push this conversation along. “If that’s all, I do have quite a bit of work to get back to…work you’re keeping me from with whatever this whole interaction has been.”

She paused her voice picking up a hint of harshness of her own. “As I’ve said, Deputy, my romantic life is not of any concern to the local police department and it certainly is of no concern to you.”

She stared back to her computer monitor, not sparing David Hale another glance. “You can see yourself out. I’m sure Skeeter will be happy to escort you from my home.”

Hale sent her a scornful look at this statement, he reluctantly turned to open her office door only to reveal Skeeter who had clearly been leaning against the closed door trying to listen in to the conversation between his boss and the deputy.

Y/N rolled her eyes not shocked he’d been attempting to eavesdrop. She was sure she might get a tiny lecture from Skeeter later as well. 

She spoke using her hand to motion to Skeeter, she not looking up from her monitor. “Show the Deputy out, Skeeter. I think our conversation has reached an end.”

She sighed as the door closed behind Skeeter and her unwelcome guest.

She took a few deep breaths before she picked up her cell phone, opening it and sending a quick text message to a number that had become far too familiar. 

I need you.

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Y/N tried her best to keep a the demure polite smile on her lips as she listened to old Mrs. Moore describe exactly what she wanted for her funeral though the information had not changed in the past three times they’d had a similar meeting about these plans.

Mrs. Maude Moore was a little death obsessed. This was saying something considering Y/N herself had been accused of being obsessed with death.

The old woman was nearing her eighties and was quite determined to make sure that her eventual funeral would happen exactly how she’d envisioned it. 

To be honest, Y/N had decided that this meeting with Mrs. Moore would not be an official meeting. 

She was beginning to feel guilty for charging the old woman for her time over and over and over again.

Instead Y/N had agreed to meet with her through her usual scheduled lunch. She’d chosen to keep her lunch light lying and claiming she had low blood sugar to explain why she was snacking on fruit during a work meeting.

She sighed as Mrs. Moore once again explained that she just had to be buried in the peach dress and not the pink dress her family would try to insist she be buried in.

She took a deep breath as Mrs. Moore spoke once again explaining the reasoning. “The dress matches the roses. I want peach roses; peach tiffany roses. In flower language peach roses symbolize sincerity and warm feelings. I want those feelings represented in my service. I want the casket spray filled with peach tiffany roses and baby's breath. My son will try to insist on lilies but I hate lilies. He knows it, but his father's funeral had lilies and he’s going to try to insist on lilies. I hated his father and I don’t want the lilies. Are you writing this down?”

“Yes, peach tiffany roses, no lilies.” Y/N lied knowing that she had no need to write this down. She had it all written down from the last few times they’d had the same conversation.

Y/N had never been so happy to hear the knock at her office door Skeeter peeking his head in a small smirk crossing his lips until he noticed Mrs. Moore.

He spoke apparently deciding to go with a more boring statement than whatever he’d had planned. “Filip is here to see you.”

Y/N felt her heart lift at the comment. The only response she’d gotten to her text earlier had been a little later than she’d prefer and a promise that he’d be there as soon as he possibly could get to her.

She’d ignored the vagueness and lateness of the response telling herself that club business might have had him tied up.

She had to wonder what Mrs. Moore might make of the intimidating outlaw biker who was about to enter her office.

She quickly decided she didn’t quite have it in her to care as mean as the thought was.

She spoke nodding to Mrs. Moore. “I’m afraid I have to cut our talk short today Mrs. Moore. We can meet to discuss these details later, next week perhaps.”

Mrs. Moore twisted her lips in a scowl not looking pleased to hear that Y/N was ending this talk. She spoke the displeasure clear in her voice. “Same time?”

“Of course, at the same time.” Y/N remarked standing up ready to show the woman out and get her away until she once again arrived to discuss peach roses and her no good son. 

Skeeter opened the door revealing that Y/N’s reason for cutting this meeting short was ready and waiting.

She hated to admit that she felt somewhat amused by how pale Mrs. Moore grew as she gazed up at Chibs. 

Y/N was sure she could spot a mix of fear of him, and a fear of leaving polite and prim Y/N alone with him, in Mrs. Moore’s eyes.

Y/N spoke nodding to Skeeter. “Skeet, you don’t mind escorting Mrs. Moore to her Buick do you?”

Skeeter sent her a look that clearly read that of course he minded, but he held it in, nodding his head. “No, I don’t mind at all.”

Chibs didn’t approach Y/N until the door closed behind them finally giving them some privacy.

He embraced her, holding her tightly, she taking notice of a certain amount of tension practically vibrating through his body.

She frowned remembering that she’d felt the same tension in his body  before that last date they’d had. 

He spoke a shaky sigh leaving him a hint of humor at least finding its way into his voice. “I didn’ scare off yer future client did I, Hen?”

Y/N shook her head a small laugh leaving her. “You probably did, but it was a needed scare. This is the fourth time she’s come in this month. She’s a little too obsessive over her future funeral…I’m serious. I keep making Skeeter escort her to her car because I’m almost afraid she’s going to go crawl into one of the caskets we have for display and try it out.”

The comment did manage to work a small chuckle from Chibs’ lips though his grip did not loosen on her body.

She ran her hand up and down his back, her voice soft. “I’m sensing your day has gone about as well as mine.”

“Aye, ya can say that.” Chibs remarked a heavy sigh leaving him he wishing he could have gotten to her sooner.

He’d been a bit tied up when he’d received the text and then he’d had to clean up a mess at the clubhouse. 

She pulled back from his embrace taking his hands in hers as she spoke. “Sit with me and talk.”

She made her way over to her desk fully expecting him to pull a chair over to sit beside her as she sat down in her desk chair.

She was surprised as he dropped down to his knees in between her legs, his arms wrapping around her waist. He clearly wanted to be as close as possible to her. He buried his face against her body, a sigh leaving him wanting to surround himself with the scent of her perfume. 

It was a lovely mixture of lilies and a few other floral scents. He was also sure there was a hint of citrus there as well. He’d first noticed it after that first date as it had clung to his Kutte. He’d thought he was going crazy at first, almost certain that he was still smelling that floral wreath she’d been holding when he picked her up for their date.

It had quickly hit him though that it was just the slightest hint of her perfume. It was a scent he was growing to love. 

She ran a hand up and down his back recovering from her surprise at the apparent need for affection. 

They sat in silence for a moment before she spoke. “Deputy Hale paid a visit to me earlier…hence my text. I guess he’s figured out we’re seeing one another. He had plenty to say about that…seemed to treat it like he was warning me about you. He brought up some crap about your supposed ties to the True IRA…in between accusing me of being knowing more than I do about those grave robberies and those missing bodies from SAMCRO’s warehouse.”

The tension only grew in Chibs’ body, he speaking. “What’d ya say, love?”

Y/N spoke reassuring him. “That any rumors about your ties to the True IRA are just that…rumors. I assured him that SAMCRO is just a group of motorcycle enthusiasts who love a good party. I pointed out that I know nothing more than what I already told him…I may have thrown in a few digs of my own about his lack of a promotion as well…maybe.”

Chibs snickered, peeking up at her, a clear sense of pride noticeable in his voice. “Tha’s my lass.”

She shook her head, her hand continuing to stroke his back. She couldn’t deny the warm feeling that washed over her at his approval though.

He let out a heavy sigh, deciding to be honest. “He’s probably feelin’ bold. ATF is in town.”

“I know.” She remarked, spotting the look of surprise on Chibs’ face.

“They paid ya a visit, Hen?” He asked, his stomach knotting up worried that the ATF agent who had hauled Clay away in cuffs this morning had somehow decided to pay Y/N a visit.

He knew the thought made little sense though. Agent June Stahl most likely had zero reason to question Y/N. Y/N was most likely not even on the ATF radar.

She spoke, shaking her head. “I spotted an agent at the Taste of Charming Festival a few days ago…I was talking with Gemma and Unser when I spotted him at the Charming PD’s food stand. Agent Kohn…I think that was the guy's name.”

Chibs sighed those protective tendencies he usually felt over Y/N simmering down slightly now that he knew the ATF had not been harassing her. Though he was not pleased to hear Deputy Hale had been apparently bothering her.

“Aye different agent than the one who paid SAMCRO a visit this mornin’ then.” Chibs remarked.

She widened her eyes, Chibs realizing he had to go into an explanation. He just hoped she could handle it. “How much do ya want to know bout the club, Hen? I won’ share more with ya than ya ever wan’ to hear.”

She debated her options knowing she could live in denial, refusing to let him tell her a thing about whatever SAMCRO was up to. She could pretend that this part of his life was separate from the life they may have together.

She knew her other option was full disclosure. She could let him tell her everything. She could allow him to open up to her as much as he felt fit. She could accept that whatever happened with SAMCRO was a part of his life.

She sighed remembering Gemma’s statement at the Taste of Charming Festival. SAMCRO was part of who Chibs was. She had to accept the kutte on his back if she wanted him.

She came to her decision knowing that there was only one clear path. “There’s no sense keeping things from me…I already know you guys aren’t exactly operating on the legal side of things…neither am I after I did those favors for SAMCRO. Pretty sure I made the choice that I was willing to hear about SAMCRO when I agreed to be the funeral home contact for any club needs. I’ve been around SAMCRO before, Filip. I already had the sense that you guys aren’t just mechanics who love Harleys.”

Chibs sighed knowing she had a point. She was already aware of SAMCRO’s criminal element. She’d agreed to be a part of that element when she offered to do favors for the club through the funeral home.  “Aye if it ever becomes too much, let me know, Hen.”

He paused, taking a deep breath before he went into the full story. “Ol’ friend of Piney’s did somethin’ fuckin’ dumb with some AK 47s….guns SAMCRO provided fer a price…Some fuckin’ militia shite…ATF caught wind of it…carted Clay off fer questioning…trashed the clubhouse searchin’ fer more guns. I’ve spent my afternoon tryin to undo the damage to the clubhouse. I ain’ worried bout Clay…we took care of hidin’ any guns from the ATF fer now.”

She sighed taking in the information. She cringed at the mention of guns. She’d been in her line of work long enough to see just what gun violence could do to end a life. During her time in New York she’d had more deceased who died from gunshots than she could count on her fingers.

She could admit that guns had always made her a little nervous. It was a strange thought. She was so comfortable around death but weapons made her feel lightheaded.

She took a deep breath letting the information wash over her debating if this was way too much to handle.

A voice in the back of her head insisted that yes, it was way too much. It screamed that Filip was a criminal and SAMCRO already led her to doing something illegal. It yelled to get away from Chibs before she did something worse.

Another voice pointed out that she was not naive. She knew just who Chibs was when she met him. She knew just what he was. She liked him. She felt safe with him. She felt like she was not such an outcast with him; or at the very least he accepted her as the outcast she was as he wasn’t exactly immune from being an outsider in Charming himself.

She took a deep breath only able to come up with one response. “What can I do? Is there anything I can do?”

Chibs was surprised by the statement. He spoke, his voice tired, a hint of fondness hanging over his words. “Fer the club, love?”

She spoke the answer seemed so clear. “For the club…and for you?”

He gave her a soft smile, the words leaving him. “Fer the club…nothin righ’ now. Fer me…Jus’ be here, Hen. Jus’ stick ‘round. Put up with me. I need ya.”

“I’m here, Filip.” She promised the words so similar to the ones she’d said to him the day he’d told her all bout his past in Belfast and the trauma behind it.

The words washed over Chibs, he felt like he could breathe for the first time all day.

He stared up at her, no longer able to resist what his heart and head had been screaming at him since that first date.

He took her by surprise as he leaned in it only taking her a moment to realize what was happening she leaning in as well.

His lips brushed across hers, the touch feather light and gentle. His arms pulled her closer to him, her hand pressing to his cheek as she responded to the soft kiss.

They both closed their eyes sinking into the kiss giving into what they’d both been dancing around their past two dates, both realizing that they should have done this far sooner. 

It didn’t take long for Chibs to become a little more bold once he seemed sure that she was enjoying this and was a happy participant in the action, the kiss growing deeper. The hand that wasn’t pressed to his cheek placed at the back of his head messing his usually unruly hair all the further. 

His tongue all too skillfully parted her lips sliding along hers with ease. She felt the soft moan leave her lips not missing the groan of approval that left his own lips. She had to wonder just how he knew how to so easily dominate the kisses making her feel weak in the knees even if she was sitting. She had a feeling she knew just how he’d gotten so good at this. 

Something gave her the slightest feeling though that he’d not exactly kissed any of the croweaters who may have entertained him for quite a while now with this much intensity nor affection. 

She wasn’t entirely sure how much time passed but she was quite certain of one thing; that no one had ever managed to kiss her quite as proficiently or as passionately as Filip Chibs Telford.

Chibs was certain that he was quite sure no one had ever managed to respond to his kisses with quite this much enthusiasm in longer than he cared to admit. 

He was filled with the sudden realization that he would not be entirely capable of keeping his lips from hers from now on. It was going to take some serious effort on his part not to press his lips to hers at least once an hour.

They were reluctant to part from one another but the need for air won out over any need to continue their current activity.

A shared giggle left both of them as their lips parted a sense of giddiness washing over them after the stressful events of their day and the realization that they’d both given in to something they’d both badly wanted.

She dared to open her eyes gazing into Chibs’ she once again feeling thankful he’d thought to push his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head.

She was still certain it was a sin to cover up such a lovely pair of eyes.

He spoke a teasing tone in his voice. “So, did ya enjoy it?”

She felt the laugh leave her she responded with a soft kiss to his lips, this kiss far more chaste that the previous kiss they'd shared. She spoke as she parted from him far too quickly for his liking. “Does that answer the question?”

He chuckled, his arms remaining wrapped tightly around her she resting her head against the nape of his neck as he held her against him all the tighter.

She closed her eyes, soaking up the feeling of relaxing against him her frustrations over Hale and worries over all that Chibs had told her about SAMCRO fading from her mind.

She knew that agreeing to full disclosure about SAMCRO with Chibs was not going to always feel comforting.

She was willing to take on whatever he had to share with her though. She was willing to help him in whatever way he needed. 

She knew she’d most likely set herself down this path when she’d agreed to work with SAMCRO that day at the crematorium. 

She’d not quite envisioned that the path would involve her lips being pressed to that odd Scottish Son’s, but she could find little reason to complain.

She began to run her hand up and down Chibs’ back again, rubbing soothing circles against his spine as she recalled Gemma’s advice.

Love the man, learn to love the club.

Though she was not entirely sure Chibs nor she would say this was love quite this quickly into the relationship, she knew she had to at least appreciate the sentiment behind the advice.

Even if the thought of falling back into the world of SAMCRO scared the hell out of her and filled her with such a sense of dread, Chibs Telford made it worth it.

She was willing to move through this with him and follow his lead because he was worth the fear.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Jay White and ELP remind me of mean but playful frat brothers so could I request something with the both of them and the reader playing dirty truth or dare, ending in them sharing the reader? Love your writing, thank youuu😁

Let’s consider this a “Warm up to Halloweek” Part 2 😏. Thank you so much for the compliment and you’re welcome, love 😘💋

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Sigma Kappa Lambda was the biggest and most popular fraternity of your university. Every guy wished to be a “brother” and every girl desired to date one of its members.

They were known for their good looks, amazing parties and enormous collection of trophies and medals. They won everything, from sports competition to the biggest fundraiser in the history of the university.

Their chaotic Halloween party always hosted hundreds of people and sometimes even a few professors could be seen sneaking inside the party every year.

You were sure you were the only one who never stepped a foot inside Sigma Kappa to enjoy a party until today.

To be honest you always preferred the company of books over people, but the earlier events pushed you to stand where you are right now, which is playing truth or dare with the two most desired athletes of Sigma: Jay and Riley.

You don't remember how you ended up in this position, you just know that they were the first ones to greet you when you came in and they haven’t left your side since then.

“C’mon geeky, it’s your turn” Riley pointed to the empty beer bottle on Jay’s bedroom floor.

You twisted the bottle and it stopped on Jay who smirked “Dare”

You thought for a while and came up with the first dumb idea that crossed your mind “I dare you to… lick the sole of my shoe”

“Really?” Jay chuckled “How old are we? Twelve?”

“What? Is a good dare”

“Of course it is! What will you dare us to do next? Drink toilet water?” Riley teased before taking a sip of his beer.

“So what do you want me to do? Make an 18+ kind of dare?” You teased back, already waiting for them to laugh along with you.

When they only stared at you with knowing smirks, the laugh died on your throat “I was joking, you know”

“But that’s a wonderful idea, nerdy” Jay crawled towards you until his face was mere inches apart from yours “I was kind of expecting that Riley would make such an offer not you, but you know what? Something tells me you’ll be a wonderful little surprise”

You gulped hard and instantly darted your tongue out to lick your dry lips. Jay’s gray eyes followed your tongue as it wetted the supple meat of your bottom lip before he asked in a whisper “Give me my dare, honeybee”

“I…I dare you to kiss me”

“That will be by far the easiest dare I’ve ever had” Was the last thing Jay said before his lips tasted yours in a deep, slow, sensual kiss that seemed to last forever until Riley spoke:

“Alright, it’s my turn now” His voice was an octave lower, with a hint of lust and envy in its timbre.

He didn’t even mind to twist the bottle, he simply smirked “I dare you to kiss me”

An unfamiliar courage took over you and you suddenly saw yourself kneeling in front of him. Since Riley was still sitting on the floor, that gave you a few inches of advantage and you decided to use that to straddle his hips.

Your hands cupped his bearded cheeks, feeling the soft beard caress your skin. Riley’s hands came to rest on your ass, kneading and stroking your clothed flesh.

Looking into the sky blue eyes, you darted your tongue out to give soft kitten licks on his bottom and upper lips.

Riley groaned and pulled you closer to his body “Stop teasing me, bunny”

“You look like the kind that enjoys some teasing” You smirked confidently

“Not when my cock is rock hard though”

Your lips immediately covered his in a burning kiss that made you lose control over yourself. A light tug on your scalp made you break the kiss to soon have your back pressed against Jay’s torso.

“You’re something else, aren’t you, little bee?” His hand tugged harder on your hair, making a soft moan escape your lips

“Looking so innocent and naïve but that’s just a façade, isn’t it? Because deep down, there’s not even an ounce of innocence in you” One of Riley’s hands cupped your breast as the other closed around your throat “Because if you were, you wouldn’t be offering yourself like a cheap slut for us”

“What’s the matter? I thought you two liked a cheap slut. Isn’t that what you’re used to after all?” You teased, which earned you a hard hair tug from Jay and a slap on the ass from Riley.

“And I thought that pretty little mouth was only good to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. I see that I was wrong” Jay whispered in your ear making you cackle “You have no idea of what this mouth can do”

“Oh really?” Riley smirked, “Why don’t you show us then, bunny?” His fingers caressed your bottom lip “Show us what that mouth and pussy can do”

The loud laugh that left your lips was wicked and didn’t resemble you at all as you dared both men “Make me”

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[sgt-seabass]

Hi sweets!

So I wanted to start off by telling you how much I'm enjoying your Clockwork AU and your latest chapter "I don't even care about you"

It's been such an amazing journey so far and you've created such an in depth and incredible world.

I know we got a little glimpse into Nick's past this last chapter and I love that (you make it easy to fall for him even though he does what he does) and I was wondering if you wanted to share anything on the backstory of how he met some of the other alphas/omegas that work with and for him. You write them all so well and they are all distinct in their duties and personalities, which I love, so I'm just thinking...does Nick have favorites (I have some ideas of my own).

I hope my question is clear! I'd love to hear what you have to say at your leisure and I'm looking forward to more of all of them when you're ready to share!

Thank you! Lots of love to you! ❤️

First off, holy shit thank you so much. You’ve made my month with this ask. Knowing that you’re interested enough about the Clockwork AU to ask about it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. I honestly cannot thank you enough for reading and engaging. You’re amazing, and you deserve the world. 💙

I’d love to share more with you! I’ve got a lot of the background planned out, as it helps frame the pieces.

Drabble below the cut (it's a bit long haha)

Nick's favourites are Mace, Beck and Steve (Kemp). Nick met Steve while in university. Steve was studying medicine, and Nick was studying finance. They were in the same fraternity. Also in their fraternity were Ransom (studying book publishing), Charles (studying real estate) and Ari (studying business management). They’re all good mates, so when Nick invested well in the stock market and made millions, they quickly invited him into their inner circle.

Nick never came from money like the others, so it wasn’t until he became self-made that he was invited to the more rich-established events.

At a fundraiser for ex-military alphas, Nick met Mace, who wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with his life now that he wasn’t a serving member. Nick offered him a job. A purpose. To work with him as he built his empire. It was an offer Mace couldn’t refuse.

Beck was at the same university as the others, studying a double degree in aerospace engineering and medicine. He dreamt of being an astronaut. Unfortunately, it wasn’t until partway through his degree that he discovered he was colourblind, meaning he couldn’t go on space expeditions. Dreams crushed, he fell into a deep depression. He still attended his medicine lectures, where he became friends with Steve. When Steve told Nick of Beck’s situation, Nick decided to take Beck in. Like Mace, he offered Beck a purpose.

Both facing the offer of a prime alpha, Mace and Beck weren’t really in a position to say no. And Nick treated them well. As both a friend and employee.

None of the other alphas work for him. Charles, Ransom, Chase, Lee, Robert, Ari, Hal and Lloyd all have their own professions. However, as Nick is the only prime alpha among them, they hold a level of respect for him, and they value his business relationship. So, when Nick asked for a favour, they accepted. Plus, seeing as the favour was to fuck with his omega, it was not much of a pain on their part to participate. They need Nick’s business, seeing as he runs the largest omega trafficking ring in the country, so they’ll do what they have to to maintain that positive relationship.

As I will reveal as I explore each alpha (and beta if you count Steve), they are all cogs in the clockwork. Each of them is different and has a different role to play. Yet, they all meld together to create a malicious storm for any omega unfortunate enough to come across them.

Thank you again for this ask. It was so much fun to answer! 💙 I'd love to hear more of your thoughts if you were feel like sharing 💙

#ambs answers #cherished anons #i love you #clockwork au #sebastian stan #chris evans #nick fowler #james mace #chris beck #steve kemp #ari levinson #charles blackwood #ransom drysdale #chase collins #lee bodecker #robert pronge #hal carter #lloyd hansen

[chanelfunnell]

Q@A

Just aa handful of replies to the question queue that piles up

A) anon, no idea whether and what's up with the Pens wags and Galentine. I have posted their post about one fundraising dress up event but the name is different. I guess Galentine is about Valentine.

Bunch of mean girls just up to dress up, dinner and publicity and knocking each other down. We know that Jules has not a bow shaped leg, just a photo shop fail of the lady of the Pens next to her.

B) anon, I know about it and I will posts their great time and so engagement. So happy for then. Megan Butler is just.. Megan Butler holistic psychedelic approach living in her bubble. For sure she was more active suddenly on Insta and so with her, sect, event. I get you don't click with an old clique of Blackhawks wags or they invite you over but sending wishes on Insta such as old wags from Detroit (Klara Kubalik) or Edmonton (Lauren Kyle, Celeste Desjanin etc) cost you nothing. Mainly being so action on social media.

C) anon, Crosby looks better after 30 and defo now. Physically. I don't think he's always cute, in good mood and no paranoid though. On other hand McDavid seems to me quite abnormally normal. I don't know his crazy superstitious or peeves but he looks quite ordinary, not paranoid or manufactured idiot, he shows gf a college sweetheart. Still touchy feely after years, he has great results on long run. Draisaitl looks to me he has thoughts about a break up or some sort of withdrawal or just showing his darker side based on his sarcasm and mockery aka flip flops etc.. But I don't read too much into looks, photos.

D) anon, I will post about Zegras. Some his videos are quite interesting and not just brat like. His idol is Patrick Kane.

E) anon, I am not an expert about Marketa and her photos and face but the woman ginger hair from the profile behind Sidney Crosby (and M David) is definitely not Marketa. Calm down!! Crosby has a gf Kathy, not you and he dues not live in fraternity sanctuary.

F) anon, thanks, I guess it could be old new gf of Seth Jones.

#connor mcdavid #sundry sidney #jonathan toews #patrick kane #blackhawks #chicago blackhawks #Seth jones #jujhar khaira #engagement #detroit red wings #edmonton oilers #lauren kyle #Penguins wags #ice hockey #nhl hockey #sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins #captain #nhl #Kathy leutner #trevor zegras

[xoxo-bunnydumpling]

I was just reminiscing about the time we went to the Elks Lodge dressed as cowboys and asked Eli why the heck he's a member there and learned something about my husband that I didn't know:

"No Shriners in town. Next best thing I guess...so far as I know it's not forbidden."

So...Eli doesn't seem like the type to be drawn in by any manner of fraternal order, and in fact calls the ceremonial aspect of it "really fucking weird". But, his dad joined when he was a kid solely because they did charity shit and he was allowed to be Jewish. The idea of being a legacy was attractive enough that he joined when they asked him to...and they asked him because he's incredibly good at fundraising.

"Shriners, huh? The fez guys?"

"I'm not in incredibly good standing with the order here...not like the one at home. They seem fine with it so long as I pay my dues and pop in periodically. They're a lot more lax here, works to my benefit." He smiles proudly. "Papa and I were kinda local legends though. Couldn't recreate that here, can't be arsed to try."

He won't let his membership lapse though.

"Red might be interested in it when he's older. I want to keep that door open...it could be a thing for me and him like it was for me and Papa. I don't know."

Weird fez and tiny car cult memberhip notwithstanding, my husband is such a sweet boy and I think I'll keep him.

#hot librarian chronicles #husband material #fathers and sons #tradition

[staytheb]

1on1: Cute

Pairing: OOO′s Nine x OC [Chaeyeon] Genre: college!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 3,153 Summary: Chaeyeon tags along with her sister and friend to participate in a fundraiser which happens to be a one on one photo session with the people she knows. However, during the one on one, she happens to find one of them a little more cute today than normal.

Warning: semi-proofread.

hihi~ this has been in the works for about a week and just got done with it. OnlyOneOf was amazing at their concert and was so happy to have seen them! this 1on1 was supposed to be VANNER based... but i only did Yeongkwang for now and so Nine is the second one to join this series of sorts. have no clue if i'll ever write another one for VANNER or OOO or for another group that i got to experience the 1on1 session with. anyway, this is the interaction i had with Nine, but tweaked to make it fanfic style lol if that made sense. other than that, i believed they should be finishing up their tour and hope lyOns had fun and that new lyOns came out of it. as for this story, the first for the new year. i haven't been in a mood to write or of interest, but i hope that changes throughout the year. so yeah, kthxbai , Admin  Lia~

"I can't believe I let them talk me into this." Chaeyeon grumble quietly, while trying to remain neutral about her current predicament.

Earlier today, Chaeyeon's sister, Chaewon, and their close friend, Yoona, asked if she wanted to attend one of their school's fraternity's fundraising event happening later today. She agreed once they promised they'll each buy her bubble tea and snacks for the next month. However, neither of them explained further details about why they were here and for which fraternity when she asked about it. Instead they stopped by Gong Cha on the way and got Chaeyeon her first bubble tea and snack to which distracted her. Now, Chaeyeon wished she had opted out as she didnt expect to have any sort of physical contact with anyone, especially by those she knew from said fraternity. She needed to learn to not be bribed by food, especially free ones.

"There's no way I can ditch now since they already paid for these tickets."

Chaeyeon glanced down at the tickets in her left hand that had the faces of six fraternity members of Omega Omega Omega she would be taking photos with. She briefly scanned the images and instantly recognized them. One happened to be her sister's crush, Kyubin, and the other was a close friend of Yoona's, Taeyeob. The other four, Sungho, Junhyung, Yongsoo, and Wookjin were either in classes she previously had or friends of friends. Still, to say, they were all good friends of sorts.

"Tch. And I have to show them the proof of me actually participating, too."

Chaeyeon inwardly sighed, glancing about her while patiently waiting to take her photo with the first member she saw on the ticket, Yongsoo. He was in the same year as her sister along with Wookjin and so saw two often compared to the others. Still, all she knew for their fraternity's, Omega Omega Omega, event was that it was a one on one photo session of sort. She would choose one of five poses with the person and then receive the Polaroid afterwards as a keepsake. Chaeyeon had no idea what Omega Omega Omega's fundraiser was for either. Maybe she'll ask Yongsoo once she's up there.

"I wonder if Won's gonna actually confess to him then." She mused to herself before noticing that it'll be her turn with Yongsoo soon.

She watched as the person before her took a cute picture with him, but realized she had no idea what poses to do with Yongsoo. She quickly glanced around to see if there was a sign or image of sort to deterimined the poses, but she didn't see one. Unless she missed it just now. She sighed as she thought about how to go about it. So, Chaeyeon figured she could ask the other person if the members could just choose the poses and she'll go through with it afterwards. Still, she hoped for minimal interactions and to get this whole thing done and over with.

"Okay, next."

One of the other Omega Omega Omega members called out while turning around to face the next person to take a photo which happened to be Chaeyeon as she was now on to her second to last fraternity member, Wookjin.

"Ah, yes."

Chaeyeon handed the young man her ticket as he took it before asking her which pose by motioning at the image that hung around his next. Chaeyeon stared at the poses to get a sense of what Wookjin's five poses were. She learned a bit late that each person had a few different ones than the others.

"Um, he can choose."

"Okay."

The young man faced Wookjin again and informed him that he could choose the pose. Chaeyeon watched Wookjin smiled before deciding quickly on the pose for the two of them to do.

"A heart." 

Woojin made a half of heart with his left hand as Chaeyeon seemed doubtful.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry. I'll  take care of you."

He cast her with a small smile as she nodded, understandingly.

"Ah, okay, fine."

She nonchalantly maneuvered her way to stand to his left side, but Wookjin motioned for her to stand to the right of him instead.

"Oh, sorry."

Chaeyeon now stood to the right of him while making half a heart with her right hand to match and connect with his left hand making half of a heart. For some reason, while doing the gesture, the word left her mouth before she could even process of thinking it.

"Cute."

She heard him suddenly giggle softly as he also responded back with 'cute' soon after. Chaeyeon wasn't sure what he had meant by that, but she didn't focus on him, but towards the photographer. However, the other young man was fiddling with the Polaroid camera and taking longer than necessary. The next thing she knew, Wookjin spoke again.

"Thank you, Chaeyeon."

Chaeyeon had no idea why he was thanking her, but she replied without glancing at him.

"You're welcome, Wookjin."

Another giggle sounded from him and Chaeyeon wondered if all the Omega Omega Omega members were like this after having experienced something similar to this for the fifth time. She recalled Yongsoo smiling brightly and calling her, 'my flower', based on the pose he had chosen. Taeyeob also chose a similar flower pose to do with her as he teased her slightly after doing so. Sungho even held hands in a couple-like way after taking their Polaroid as if he didn't want her to go just yet and wanted to spend a little more time conversing. Soon after that, Kyubin made a cold joke at an attempt to be cute and humorous about their poses as he had chosen one where they would poke each others' cheeks. Now, here was Wookjin's turn and then probably Junhyung after him. Chaeyeon hadn't realized how attentive and interactive they were.

"Okay, here we go."

Their picture was soon taken as the two posed for it for a few seconds. Chaeyeon still had to wait for the Polaroid to print out so she faced Wookjin while thanking him for his time. Once her eyes actually focused on Wookjin's face, she now knew why she had said 'cute' in the first place. He was a cutie for sure and her mind had subconsciously thought so while she may have not processed that while waiting in line. Her reactions compare to the other four were way different to his. Then again, she has seen him around and interacted with him before. Chaeyeon just didn't understand why the interaction and situation now was not like the others.

"Ah, thank you again for coming, Chaeyeon." Wookjin responded in turn with a bright smile.

"I hope you had fun."

"Ah, yeah, you're welcome, Wookjin, and yes I did."

"Told you that 'I'll take care of you', Chaeyeon."

A sweet smile graced Wookjin's face as Chaeyeon returned a smile of her own, but wasn't sure how to read his expression or the gentle tone he used. She brushed it off in a nonchalant matter to not read too much in his actions.

"By the way, am I'm your last one?"

Chaeyeon shook her head.

"No. I still have Junhyung left."

"Oh, okay."

Chaeyeon felt she heard his voice sounded disappointed, but Wookjin perked up and his tone changed.

"Anyway, have fun and well, take care."

"You, too. Bye bye."

She cast him with one last smile and a wave while taking her Polaroid. Wookjin returned the same gestures before focusing on the next person. Chaeyeon walked off to head on over to Junhyung's line which happened to be quite long since she arrived while placing the image away into her bag. She couldn't figure out why her interaction with Wookjin felt weird, but she shook those thoughts away and hoped her interaction with Junhyung would be more mellowed out. To which it was as the two smiled politely to one another while also doing the same hand heart pose, but opposite than the one she did with Wookjin. However, Junhyung did give her a fist bump with a smile to which was fine with. Soon Chaeyeon wandered the rest of the campus to see what else was going on while waiting for Chaewon to finish up.

"Oh, you're back."

Chaeyeon could hear the slight teasing tone in Wookjin's voice once it was her turn again to take a photo with him.

"I thought Junhyung was your last one?"

Apparently, Chaewon had an extra Wookjin ticket and gave it to her once Chaewon learned that Chaeyeon was done with the event. Also, because she had one too many to begin with in the first place and thought her sister needed to make more memories and to socialize. Chaeyeon didn't want to go back to do all that again, but Chaewon promised to buy her extra bubble tea and snacks for an additional two weeks on top of the one month. So, the big sister gave into the little sister all for food.

"He was, but my sister thought otherwise." Chaeyeon responded honestly, not bothering to come up with a reason.

"Oh, was this ticket originally Chaewon's?"

"Mmhmm."

A chuckle fell from his lips.

"I guess I'll be taking care of you again."

Her heart made a thud, but she ignored it.

"Um, yeah, I guess you will."

"Did Chaewon say why she gave you her ticket."

"Well, I think it's because she wanted more time with Kyubin instead of with you."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

"So, that means you get to spend more time with me?"

The way he said it made her feel a little giddy, but she refrained from showing that on her face and played it off coolly.

"I mean, she told me to socialize and so I'm here. Plus, it helps with y'all's fundraiser, too."

"Good point."

The two share a laugh before Chaeyeon focused on what she was supposed to do again.

"Anyway, you can choose the pose again."

She flashed him a smile while remembering to stand to the right side of him.

"Number three."

"Number three?"

Chaeyeon went to scan the image to see the pose, but Wookjin stopped her to show her the gesture instead.

"The arm and v-sign."

He offered his right elbow while making a peace sign near the upper left side of his face. Once again, Wookjin shot her a cute-like facial expression to which made the word 'cute' fall from her lips once more.

"Cute."

Wookjin giggled as he also repeated the same word, knocking Chaeyeon back to her senses. Quickly, she mimicked his look while hooking her left arm with his right arm as she also made the peace sign to the upper right side of her face. Just like before, the photographer took a little longer than necessary, causing Chaeyeon to slightly squirmed in her predicament with the young man beside her as he was her sister's age, too. She could hear him giggle softly and she briefly side-eyed him, but focused on the photographer when she heard him count down. Once the other young man finished taking the Polaroid, Chaeyeon immediately unhooked her arm from Wookjin and took two steps back while curtly bowing her head.

"Thanks for your time, Wookjin."

Wookjin chuckled quietly as he returned the gesture.

"Thank you for your support, Chaeyeon."

"You're welcome and again, have fun with the others and for the rest of the night."

She bid him a quick goodbye, instantly grabbed her Polaroid, and hurried away from him, not wanting to interact further. Chaeyeon calmed herself and wondered what had just gotten into her tonight all of a sudden. Could she had a realization with her exchange with Wookjin or was it just the overall ambience of this event that had caused whatever it was that she was feeling. Chaeyeon shook the thoughts away and went to the area where Chaewon wanted to meet up.

"Aww, yours turned out way cuter than mine." Chaewon exclaimed after analyzing both hers and her sister's Polaroids.

"Especially the one of you and Wookjin in both pictures. His smile is way cuter with you than with me."

Chaeyeon ignored her sister's words. The pair were casually sitting on the first few steps in front of the school where the lights were bright yet the area quite calm with the main focus in the back part of the school. The older sister focused on the real question she wanted to ask her little sister.

"Shouldn't yours with Kyubin be the main focal point right now?"

Chaeyeon glanced down at her sister's Polaroids.

"I mean, didn't you like take three of these with him?"

Chaewon scrunched up her face with a shrug.

"I did take three, but he just looks okay in all of them."

Chaewon picked up her three pictures with Kyubin.

"He's kinda smiling in them, but it doesn't stand out much. However, he did say I was a very lucky girl."

"Oh, really? Why? That's random."

A small smile graced Chaewon's face before explaining.

"The photographer took a while to change out the film cartridge during the third one. That gave me more time to interact with Kyubin, but like I had no idea what else to say or do though in that short time span."

Chaewon groaned as she placed her head into her hands before turning slightly to glance at her sister.

"However, he was really sweet, but I felt like he stared into my soul and I couldn't really look at him throughout our small interaction."

Chaeyeon chuckled, imagining her sister and Kyubin's interaction with one another. She figured that Chaewon hadn't confess yet if she was still acting like this.

"Honestly, I thought you were gonna finally tell him how you feel?"

"I know, but the timing isn't right."

Chaewon moped in her slight misery as Chaeyeon felt bad for her sister.

"Don't you have that one course with him though?"

"I do, but he's always surrounded by others, so I don't really get to talk with him much then."

"Oh, I see."

Soon, Chaeyeon's eyes caught sight of Kyubin in the distance along with someone else she couldn't make out and figured her sister could get a taste of her own medicine with how she always done to her in the past. She tapped Chaewon on the arm a moment later.

"C'mon, let's get something to eat."

Chaewon perked up.

"Ooh, yeah. There's this new cafe that opened up just around the corner called 'savanna'. They sell churros and mochi waffles alongside the basic cafe stuff."

"Oh yeah, for sure."

The pair stood up, began making their way, and before Chaewon could process what her sister had done, felt herself being pushed into someone.

"Hey, Kyubin, Chaewon has something she wants to tell you."

Chaeyeon giggled and without thinking, grabbed the other person's arm to pull them along with her to leave her sister alone with her crush. She watched as Kyubin caught Chaewon from falling.

"Have fun!" She cooed over her shoulder while casually holding onto the other person's arm.

"Join me at the new caf-"

Chaeyeon stopped in mid-sentence once she actually got a good look of the person that was with Kyubin before taking them away and even stopped in mid-run.

"Oh, hi, Wookjin."

"Hi, to you, too, Chaeyeon." Wookjin greeted back with the same bright smile.

A giggle left his lips a second later while looking over his shoulder.

"Playing matchmaker?"

"No." She denied with an awkward laugh before admitting the truth.

"Yeah, but you don't need to know any more about that."

Chaeyeon instantly let go of Wookjin's arm and stepped back from him.

"Anyway, Wookjin, um, have a good night."

She turned in the opposite direction from Wookjin and the pair to make a run for it back to her dorm, but she immediately felt a hand grasped her right elbow.

"Hey, Chaeyeon, wait a minute."

"Hmm?"

Chaeyeon paused in mid-step while half-turning her body to partially face Wookjin. Wookjin then became shy, but a smile was still evident on his face.

"How about checking out that cafe you were gonna mention?"

"Oh, you mean 'savanna'? Yeah, well, Chaewon wanted to check that out, but she has other plans now and so..." She trailed off.

Chaeyeon had no idea what to say after that. In a way, she was gonna ask the person to check it out, but now she wanted to backtrack since that person turned out to be Wookjin instead. She wasn't sure why she was acting like this now when before she wouldn't have mind liked she's done in the past. Then again, they were always with someone else or in a group of people. This would be the first time of just them hanging out.

"So, why not you and I check it out?" Wookjin suggested instead.

This time around, Chaeyeon noticed how his shy demeanor from before faded and an easy smile and look replaced it. Wookjin watched Chaeyeon as she determined if she wanted to hang out with him or not. He recalled what Chaewon had mentioned in the past, but didn't think nothing would come out of it until he made the move.

"If it makes you feel better, I had Chaewon help me out and then used Kyubin later for this moment."

"What? Seriously?"

"Yeah."

A chuckle left his lips before he explained things.

"Well, I asked Chaewon to help me to get you to come tonight. I promised her free lunch for the rest of the school year if she convinced you to come."

"Wow. No wonder she was down to buy me a month's worth of bubble teas and snacks."

Wookjin giggled before speaking again.

"Anyway, then she came through with a second one on one photo session with you and when you mentioned something about Kyubin, I finally connected the pieces."

"Oh, so you purposely brought Kyubin over."

"Yes. At first she was gonna ditch you with me at the steps, but you beat me to it as I was gonna leave Kyubin with her."

Chaeyeon laughed.

"Yeah, now all that makes sense."

Chaeyeon shot Wookjin a sweet look.

"You really are cute."

Now it was Wookjin to laugh before shooting her a smile.

"So are you."

"I'm not that cute, but whatever. Let's check out the cafe since we're already here and we can call it date."

"A cafe date?"

"Mmhmm."

"Okay, I'm down."

"Good, because I don't wanna deal with my sister for now."

"Oh, yeah, right. I don't wanna deal with Kyubin either."

"I guess I'll take care of you this time."

"Thanks, but I don't mind taking care of you, too."

"Yeah, yeah. C'mon."

The two shared a laugh or two before re-adjusting their positions by walking side by side for their cafe date as the initial awkwardness and shyness disappeared and a comfortableness fell between them.

#staytheb #onlyoneof scenarios #nine #jung wookjin

[jcsocialmarketing]

How You Can Engage Alumni in Fundraising Efforts: 4 Ideas

How You Can Engage Alumni in Fundraising Efforts: 4 Ideas

This post is a guest blog by Patrick Alderdice at Pennington and Co.  It’s important for every nonprofit organization to keep a pulse on fundraising trends and adjust their strategies accordingly to give their campaigns the best possible chance of success. And right now, for colleges, universities, fraternities, sororities, and other school-related organizations, all signs are pointing to a rise…

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#alumni engagement #community engagement #Guest blog

[charityauctionstoday]

Gift basket ideas for fundraising during all seasons from Charity Auctions Today. Sports, chocolate, golfing & more. Great fundraising ideas cultivated for you!

#tips for building a holiday fundraiser #salvation army online auctions #fundraiser flyer #online auction near me #local online auctions #fraternity fundraiser ideas

[whateveriwant]

Oopsy Daisy

College AU

Summary: In order to keep the animal shelter from closing, your sorority holds a car wash as a fundraiser. Besides cleaning cars all day, you have another goal in mind involving a certain football-playing frat member.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: ~12.0k (I'm so sorry)

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, slight angst, size kink-ish, Captain kink (is that a thing? well, it is now), SMUT 18+ (vaginal sex, public sex)

Prompt: "You've been teasing me all day and I've had it!"

A/N: Hello! So, let me just say, I know the premise of this fic is a little silly and sounds like an early 2000's rom-com, but, in my defense, all of my knowledge about sororities comes from movies. So, can you blame me? Anyway, this was written for @buckysknifecollection​'s 3k Followers Writing Challenge! I'm so sorry that my submission is late, Ellie, but congrats on your followers! My prompt is listed above and appears in bold in the fic. To any and everyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy! Gif from Google.

“I’m really starting to second guess this idea, Nat,” you mutter, already feeling sweat start to prickle your neck.

Natasha scoffs, “Sorry, pumpkin, but it’s too late to back out now.” She gestures at the parking lot – all of your sisters similarly ready for the busy day ahead.

Several weeks ago, your sorority discovered that your local animal shelter was facing closure – their donations nearly bled through, and not having enough funds to keep running long-term. As an animal-lover and the president of your chapter, Natasha decided to organize a fundraiser for the shelter – hopefully raising enough to see them through the next several months. During a back and forth discussion over what said fundraiser should be, the idea of a car wash was proposed.

“A car wash? What about a… bake sale or something?” You asked, not necessarily pleased with the idea of being drenched in sweat and car soap for an entire day.

“We’re not trying to poison half the campus with Wanda’s blondies,” Natasha chided.

“Hey,” Wanda frowned, “I said I was sorry.”

"I know, I know," Natasha pet her arm in a reassuring manner before turning back to face you. "But c’mon, it's a great idea! Scantily clad college girls plus horny college guys… we’ll raise enough money in the first hour."

You chewed your lip, still hesitant to agree. “I don’t know, Nat. What about–”

“All in favor of a car wash, say ‘aye’,” Natasha put her hand up, being met with a resounding chorus of ‘ayes’ from your sisters. She faced you once more, a smirk curling the corners of her mouth. “Car wash it is.”

Thus, why you’re going to spend your Saturday scrubbing cars in this off-campus parking lot.

“Besides,” Natasha snorts, “you didn’t have to volunteer. Other than wanting to save the puppies, we both know you had ulterior motives for coming today.” As she talks, a brigade of familiar vehicles pull up into the parking lot, parking in the designated section for volunteers. “And speak of the devil.”

Your heartbeat quickens as Steve steps out of his black sedan, Sam similarly exiting from the passenger's side of the car. Not only did Natasha convince most of your sisters to help out today, but the smooth-talking redhead also managed to recruit volunteers from outside of your sorority – getting a handful of professors and members of the fraternity to also participate.

Steve and his brothers make their way over to where you and the rest of the volunteers wait, still setting up before the first patrons arrive. You eye him as he gets closer, admiring the way his shorts hang from his hips and t-shirt clings to his chest.

Okay… so maybe Natasha has a point in saying you had ulterior motives for showing up today. You didn't have to volunteer, nor did you have to wear those jean shorts that show off your ass and that tank top that plunges lower than is necessary. And yet… that's exactly what you did. But can anyone blame you? If you're knowingly going to be in the same vicinity as Steve Rogers, of course you're going to dress up a little.

Or, in this case, dress down.

You continue to eye Steve as the group of men slowly approaches, seeing his eyes similarly rake down your body. You smirk at the observation. Yeah, you knew this outfit was a good idea. 

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve seen each other – school work and football practice taking up yours and his time respectively. But, after years of casual flirting turned lingering glances turned full-on eye-fucking whenever you’re around each other, your and Steve’s relationship came to a head several weeks ago, making for a very memorable night.

Well… as memorable as a drunken makeout at a frat party can be.

Unfortunately, the night didn’t progress past a sloppy makeout and fully clothed grind on that disgusting living room couch – both of you too shit-faced to be able to take things any further. Despite your inebriated state, you somehow had the wherewithal to not have the first time you fucked Steve be when you were nearly blackout drunk. No. You’d want to remember every detail of that.

You lick your lips as Steve approaches closer and closer, practically drooling over the way his broad shoulders strain against his crew neck. Being the head quarterback definitely has its perks on Steve’s physique – a fact no one’s going to find you complaining about anytime soon. 

You remember the feeling of those shoulders as you gripped them – your fingers digging into hard, unyielding muscles as you sat on Steve’s lap. And you’ll never forget how his lips felt against yours – the hot breath and warm tongues that made hungry passes into each other’s mouth. But the pièce de résistance was when you grinded against him – how the heat pooled in your belly as you felt the bulge underneath you grow and stiffen and–

“Ready for a busy day, ladies?” 

Your wandering thoughts are suddenly interrupted by Dr. Banner’s question. He looks between you and Natasha, standing before you in his own t-shirt and shorts. It's the most skin you've ever seen on him as it’s the most dressed down he's ever been. It’s… weird. It feels like you’re seeing something forbidden – something you were never meant to see. The sight is almost unsettling if you're being honest.

“Yep,” Natasha answers – her eyes snapping up from his legs to his face. She looks over to you, waiting for your response. At your silence, she nudges you slightly with her elbow.

“Um, y-yeah. Uh-huh. Sure am,” you mumble, finally dragging your attention away from the sight of his bare shins. That’s an image that will forever be burned into your memory, unfortunately.

“Me too,” Dr. Banner grins, vigorously rubbing his hands together. "Prepare for a busy day, girls, because I think this is going to be a big success."

“Well, I sure hope so. It’s for a good cause after all," Natasha smiles.

Just as he goes to say something else, another student calls Dr. Banner's name, grabbing his attention. "Excuse me for a moment, ladies," he says, jogging over to the student.

Once he leaves, you and Natasha give each other knowing looks – both of you referring to Dr. Banner’s choice of clothing.

“Weird.”

“Gross.”

You speak in unison, making you both fall into a fit of laughter. “Hey, I wasn’t the one that extended an invitation to him,” you chortle.

“Yeah, well, not all of my ideas are brilliant, pumpkin. I get things wrong sometimes. Not frequently, but sometimes,” she shrugs, looking over her shoulder at the professor.

As you chuckle and turn away from her to look at the fraternity members, you see Steve pulling away from Sam’s ear, frowning as he looks in the direction Dr. Banner just disappeared to. 

Sam lets out a bellowing laugh and claps Steve on the shoulder. “Yeah, good luck with that,” he says just as they come into hearing distance.

“Good luck with what?” Bucky asks as he falls in step with them, coming to a stop as the group finally reaches you and Natasha. “Hey, wait,” Bucky’s brow furrows deeply. Quickly, he spins in a circle, looking over all of his brothers. “Why are you guys dressed like that? Tasha, I thought you said to wear tank tops and short shorts,” he looks to Natasha, gesturing at his outfit.

She chuckles and shakes her head. “I said I was gonna wear a tank top and booty shorts, not that you had to."

Bucky’s face falls. “But… but before we left, I told Peter to….” He points at Peter beside him, similarly dressed in a shirt and shorts much too small for him. Bucky sighs, pinching his eyes shut. “Dang it,” he mutters.

Sam lets out another guffaw as he takes in Bucky and Peter’s attire. “Well, at the very least, you’ll give the customers a show,” he says, wiping a stray tear from his eye.

A deep frown settles on Bucky's face, prompting Natasha to run a soothing hand along his bicep. “It’s okay, babe. You look… cute. Sexy,” she tries to sound convincing.

He huffs. “Maybe ‘sexy’ for you two,” he looks between you and Natasha, “but not so much for Parker and I,” he points between them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Sam jab Steve with his elbow, making him step out of arm’s reach. 

That’s odd. You wonder what that’s about.

After Natasha reassures Bucky that he doesn’t look stupid, she starts doling out directions to the rest of the men, telling them the plan she related to your sisters earlier this morning. “We’re gonna work in groups of four or five to handle each car. It looks like most of the groups are already around that size, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind adding another person if you asked.��

“What about you two?” Peter asks, indicating you and Natasha.

“It’s just us as of now,” Natasha tells him, then looks at the group. “So, if anyone wants to join us, we’d be more than happy to take you on.”

“Right here!” Sam immediately pipes up. “Steve and I are your guys.”

“Dude,” Steve hisses at him, giving him an exasperated look.

Sam simply shrugs in response. While the action is casual – perhaps even innocent – at first glance, that sentiment is counteracted by the wicked grin pulling at his lips.

Well, there’s definitely something going on there. But what? And why?

“Fine by me. Pumpkin?” Natasha turns to you, smirking. If Steve’s joining you, she knows damn well you’re fine with it without having to ask.

“Mhmm,” you hum, trying to play down how excited you are. Given how well your last interaction went with Steve, you’re looking forward to what an entire day beside him entails. You look over at him, expecting to see that heated gaze you’ve come to predict whenever you two lock eyes.

Instead, you're met by a mix of trepidation and reluctance on Steve's face – his brows drawn together and mouth pulled into a thin line. After only a moment of your eyes meeting, Steve quickly breaks the connection, flitting his gaze down to the asphalt. 

Okay, what the hell? What has gotten into him today?

"Any other questions before we get started?" Natasha addresses the group.

“Yeah...," Bucky speaks slowly, voice with an edge of wariness. "Do… uh… volunteers get a free wash?"

You look towards where his truck is parked, seeing the once cherry red Chevy now half red/half brown as it's caked end-to-end in mud. You can't help the grimace that instantly overtakes your face. God help you if you have to wash that thing.

Bucky cringes as he sees your and Natasha's revolted reactions to his truck. "Or how 'bout a discount?" He suggests.

"Ugh, a discount maybe," Natasha supplies, face still twisted in disgust. "But that reminds me: we're not doing deep, full service cleanings today; exteriors of vehicles only. God, I don't even wanna know what's crawling around your dash, Bucky," she nearly gags at the thought.

"No, you don't," Peter says numbly, staring off into the distance. After a moment, a shudder runs up his spine – a memory flashing behind his eyes.

Okay, make that two people that don't want to know what's crawling around Bucky’s truck. You'd rather chew your own arm off than have to get inside that man's car. So thankfully, that won't be happening today.

"Alright, well, I think that's everything, guys," Natasha snaps out of her repulsion. "Thanks for coming to help out today. It really means a lot to me, my sisters, and the shelter. Now, let's get to work!" She announces, clapping her hands together.

With that, the men disperse, leaving Sam and Steve behind. As the heads of the campus’ Greek life, Natasha and Sam start discussing future fundraisers the sorority and fraternity are planning. You, on the other hand, don’t really care to be part of their conversation – not when your thoughts are preoccupied by a certain captain of the football team standing a few feet thataway.

You walk over to Steve, secluding you two from everyone else in the parking lot. Though Steve’s been acting a little weird this morning, you’ll be damned if that’s going to stop you from trying to flirt the pants off of him. Literally.

“Hey, Steve. It’s been a while. How ya been, Captain?” You ask, using his title turned pet name. While it started out as a teasing jibe, Steve eventually grew fond of the nickname. And, if the way he reacted when you moaned it is anything to go by, he seems to quite enjoy it when you call him ‘Captain’.

Steve coughs at your question. His eyes quickly flit around the parking lot, searching for something – or, someone – in particular. After seemingly finding what he’s looking for, he lets out a relieved breath and looks back to you. “I’ve been good. How about you?”

“Good, good,” you say somewhat unenthusiastically. Enough with the small talk already. You’re not estranged cousins getting together on Thanksgiving. It's time to get this show on the road and pick up where you left off at the party. “You’re looking good, Steve. Really good. I can see practice has been paying off,” you say, letting your eyes shamelessly ogle his pecs and arms.

Steve chuckles, albeit slightly awkwardly. “Thanks. You, uh…,” his eyes trail down your body, briefly wetting his lips with his tongue, “...you look good, too.” After a few seconds of his gaze lingering on your form, he suddenly blinks, shaking his head and clearing his throat. “Um, but yeah. Practice… p-practice has been good. Mhmm, super good. Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’ at the end.

Okay. That’s… great? You don’t actually care that much about football. And normally, he doesn’t either when he’s around you. Seriously, what has gotten into him today? Maybe he’s having an off day and so you need to take the reins in this conversation.

You reach out, giving a light squeeze to his bicep – the solid muscle not giving any way under your grip. “Wow, yeah, no kidding practice has been super good on you. You’re so strong. You could probably just lift me like I weigh nothing, you know? Really just throw me around if you wanted.” You peer up at him through your lashes, dropping your voice to a purr, “Hmm, that sounds kinda… fun. What do you think, Captain?”

Steve swallows thickly – Adam’s apple bobbing at the force of his gulp. “U-um… I th-think...,” he stammers, letting his eyes quickly scan over the parking lot. His breath hitches when he sees something, rapidly redirecting his gaze to you.

You give his bicep one more squeeze before letting your hand trail down his arm, feeling goosebumps rise in the wake of your fingers. “Would you wanna… find out if you can? Maybe put that theory to the test, if you know what I mean?” You bat your eyes at him, gently biting your lower lip.

You're laying it on a bit thick, but it's honestly not that different from what you've been doing the past several months. And, given what you can remember of the filth you drunkenly slurred at the frat party, this brazenness shouldn’t come out of left field on him.

Steve swallows once more, his eyes darting to and lingering on a specific spot in the crowd of volunteers. You follow his line of sight, believing his attention to be focused on Sam, Natasha, and Dr. Banner who joined them at some point – the trio only a few yards away.

Ever so slightly, Steve takes a step back, putting some distance between you two. “Uh, I-I think we should stop talking about this,” he speaks softly but with a sense of urgency. “Now.”

Never mind Steve being surprised by your boldness, you’re completely caught off guard by what he just said. He’s usually more than willing to do this back and forth with you, so why is he so against it right now?

“O-okay? Sure. If you think so…,” you say slowly, brows pinching together in confusion.

“Yes, I do,” he rushes the words. “I think we should just focus on washing cars today. That’s it,” he all but grits, his eyes once more flicking to the group beside you.

Okay, what is this? What’s going on? Steve’s never been this reserved or, dare you say, frigid around you. Are you coming on too strong? Is he just not feeling it today? Or is it something else? Something you're not seeing?

Your brain runs through a million and one explanations in the blink of an eye, thinking over what might’ve changed since you last saw each other. Each new theory you come up with is more depressing than the last – your mind beginning to spiral down a somber rabbit hole.

Maybe… he regrets what happened at the party. Maybe he woke up the next day and wanted to forget all about that night – forget everything that happened. Maybe that's why he's being so distant right now. It’s his way of letting you know he’s no longer interested. 

If that’s the case, that would just about crush you.

Before you let yourself fall too far into a pit of despair, you decide to question Steve, seeing if he’ll offer an explanation for his aloofness. While his answer might confirm your concerns – something you pray won’t happen – there is a chance it could dispel them. You’d rather know definitively one way or the other than be left in the dark.

“Steve, are you okay? Is something a matter? Did… did I do something wrong?” You ask cautiously, voice petering out at the end.

“No! No, not at all,” Steve tells you, taking a step forward to close the space between you again. “God no. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just… it’s more… well, it’s…,” he trails off, his face contorting as he thinks.

You scoff. He doesn’t even need to finish that sentence for you to know what he was going to say. “‘It’s not you, it’s me’, right? Give me a break, Steve,” you spit. If he wants to break things off with you – even though they never really began in the first place – he can do better than that tired, old cliché. You deserve better than that.

“What?” Steve’s brow furrows. “N-no, that’s not what I was getting at.”

“Then, what? What were you gonna say?” You set your jaw, not quite believing him.

“Well… honestly,” he sighs, “it does have to do with… you,” he cringes as he admits, “but it’s not what you think.”

Your brows shoot up in disbelief, your lips parting slightly. In your periphery, you see Dr. Banner start making his way over to you and Steve. Steve notices as well, his body quickly turning rigid.

“Wow… Really?” You ask rhetorically. So he’s not even going to bother with the cliché and pretend he’s the one at fault? He’s just going to come out and say something’s wrong with you? Seriously? What an asshole.

Steve puts his hands up in defense, rushing to speak again. “Like I said, it-it’s not what you thi–”

You cut Steve off with a hand just as Dr. Banner reaches you two. “Ugh, don’t even bother, Rogers. I don’t want to hear it.” Better to just end this conversation here and now before you work yourself up more. You turn to look at the professor now beside you. “Excuse me, Dr. Banner,” you say, quickly leaving the men.

Your mind reels as you retreat. What a waste of the past three years of your life. Steve may be a member of the fraternity, a jock, and quite the hard-ass sometimes, but you’d never seen him be a straight up asshole before.

Well, first time for everything, you suppose.

At least you discovered this side of Steve before you let him get into your pants. It would’ve been the letdown of the century if you would’ve had to drop him after he rocked your world. But still… what a waste of your time and energy. As you re-approach Sam – Natasha having scurried elsewhere in the meantime – you kick an empty bucket at your feet, needing to take your frustration out on something.

“Whoa there. What's that bucket ever done to you?” Sam asks, raising a brow at your actions.

You huff. Your mood is still soured from your conversation with Steve, so you don't feel like entertaining Sam's jokes.

Sam gives you a questioning look. “You okay, sweetness? Something bothering you? Wanna tell Sammy what’s on your mind?” He offers.

While you and Sam are close, you don’t necessarily want to rant about what a dickhead his best friend is; you’ll save that for later for when you can vent to Natasha. Instead, you’ll leave it up to Steve to chew Sam’s ear off.

“Ask Rogers,” you say tersely, crossing your arms over your chest.

“‘Rogers’? Aren’t you two on a first name basis by now?” Sam cocks a brow, one corner of his mouth turning up into a grin. “And if my eyes and ears didn’t deceive me at the party the other week, I think you’re far beyond even first names.”

You scoff, dropping your arms back down by your sides. “Yeah, well, I thought so too. Guess we were both wrong.”

Sam’s eyes narrow at your words. “You sure about that? ‘Cause last I checked, that dude is crazy about you.”

You go to deny Sam’s claims, opening your mouth to speak, when his sudden boisterous laugh cuts you off before you even begin.

“I mean, the dude nearly popped a boner the second he saw you,” he snorts.

Your mouth snaps shut. What? What did he just say? You blink dumbly for a few seconds before shaking your head, bringing yourself back to the moment. “Umm… what?”

“Yeah,” Sam nods, “the moment he stepped out of the car and saw you in those shorts, my man was sporting a pretty solid half chub.”

You frown partially out of disgust and partially out of disbelief. If that’s the case – and, based on Sam’s smirk, you believe it is – then why is Steve acting so cold towards you? 

“So then what’s his deal? Why is ‘your man’ acting like he doesn’t want anything to do with me if he’s supposedly into me?” You ask, exasperation seeping into your voice.

“Something about being on ‘thin ice as it is’ with Banner," Sam uses air quotes to repeat Steve's words.

What? How the hell does that answer your question? That just raises more questions. You furrow your brows, cocking your head to the side.

Sam shrugs before elaborating on his statement. "Dude got this crazy idea in his head that if Dr. Banner sees him get a stiffy, he’ll fail him on the spot. And with his football scholarship and whatnot, Steve can’t afford for that to happen. So his dumb ass thinks the only way to prevent that is to not touch, look, or think about you the entire day or else he might… you know…," he trails off, rolling his eyes.

You blink slowly once, twice, three times as you register Sam's words. "That… is so stupid," you deadpan. "That might be the dumbest thing I've ever heard, and that's saying something since I've known Bucky for years."

“I know, right?” Sam chortles. “And I tried to tell him that, but, ehh… what can I say? Dude sometimes thinks with his muscles and his meat before his mind.” At the word ‘meat’, Sam nods downwards, indicating exactly what he means. "But that's why I gave him shit for it and volunteered us to help you and Nat. I want to make it a challenge for him. Up it from easy to hard mode, you know?" Sam says, giving you a devilish, toothy grin.

You can't help but snort at his innuendo. "Yeah, I think I know what you mean."

So that's why things were a little off between Sam and Steve this morning. Sam's been scheming this whole time, and Steve was obviously displeased about that. It also explains why Steve’s been acting weird towards you and, more importantly, what he meant when he inverted the "it's not you, it's me" cliché. It really is you. Or, if you're going to be specific, it's your Daisy Dukes that have Steve acting up. 

Whoops. You didn’t think they’d be that effective.

However, before you start pointing the finger at yourself for anything, you take a moment to think. Then again… is any of this really your fault? If Steve had just been up front from the get-go, this little squabble between you would've never happened. While you would've laughed at first at his confession, eventually you would've come to empathize with him. Probably. The fact that he was cryptic and vague is what caused you to think the worst and get snippy with him, unintentionally creating a rift in your relationship. 

So really, it’s his fault. Certainly, it’s not your fault your ass looks so good in those shorts or that it gets a rise out of Steve.

‘A rise out of Steve’. A sudden idea springs to mind.

"I'm in," you say resolutely.

"'In'?” Sam gives you a puzzled look. “In what? What ‘in’? There's no 'in'."

You roll your eyes. "Count me in on giving Steve shit."

If Sam can give Steve a hard time, why can’t you also have a little harmless fun at his expense? It’s not like Dr. Banner is actually going to fail Steve if he sees him get hard in his pants. At best, Dr. Banner wouldn’t even notice, and at worst, Steve just has a difficult time keeping eye contact the rest of the semester. It’s not the end of the world or the end of Steve’s college career.

Sam raises a teasing brow. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for it, but… are you sure you're up for the challenge, sweetness? You know once Stevie boy has his mind set, he's hard to persuade out of anything. He’s a tough nut to crack.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you smirk, “I can get him to nut. Crack! I can get him to crack,” you jokingly smack your head at your faux Freudian slip.

Sam splutters, bending over at the waist before raising his hand for you to high-five. “Hell yeah! Ah, poor dude is fucked.”

~~~~~

“Steve, can you hand me that sponge?”

Right after you decided to join in on the mischief, the first customers of the day started arriving. The various groups of volunteers began working and, soon enough, the parking lot was bustling with activity. 

As your group began the day's work, it was obvious Steve was trying his best to implement his pledge to avoid you. If you were cleaning the hood, he was at the trunk. If you were on the right, he was on the left. If he needed something on the other side of the car, he’d tell Sam to get it instead of walking over to where you were. Steve was taking his promise very seriously and you let him get away with it.

That is, until now.

For the first couple of cars, you worked without engaging in any antics – washing and drying in silence to let Steve think you were still simmering from your fight. But now, on the third car, you decided it was finally time to begin the shenanigans.

Steve stiffens at the sound of your voice. He’d been so invested in scrubbing the tires, he didn’t notice you and Sam switch places. Peeking through the windows of the SUV, Steve sees Sam and Natasha working on the opposite side of the car – leaving you and Steve to deal with this side. Sam catches his eye and smiles, making Steve clench his jaw.

“Steve? Hello? The sponge, please,” you point at the object in question located a few feet away.

After a few more seconds of glaring at Sam, Steve leans over and grabs the sponge, not looking at you as he extends it towards you.

“Thank you, Captain,” you say, grazing your fingers over his palm as you take it from him.

Steve closes his eyes and releases a slow breath. “No problem,” he sighs, going back to what he was doing.

Oh, poor, foolish boy. If he thinks a few breathing exercises are going to protect him, he’s got another thing coming. You have a whole slew of shit in your arsenal ready to toss Steve’s way. And with Dr. Banner conveniently in the group directly beside yours, Steve will have to be awfully diligent if he doesn’t want the professor to get an eyeful.

As you begin lathering the car, you see Steve aggressively scrubbing the wheel well. Before you even get a chance to dunk your sponge for another pass, Steve’s already hosing off the tire, moving at a brisk pace.

“Whoa, slow down there, Fast and Furious. It’s not a competition,” you chuckle, earning you an unamused side eye from Steve. “Oh, Steve, look. You missed a spot,” you click your tongue, dropping your sponge and taking the brush from his hand.

He didn’t really – the chrome shining sparkling clean back at you – but it’s all part of the process. You bend at the waist, deliberately sticking your ass out. While you see Steve shift out of the corner of your eye, he makes no move to leave – instead, watching on as you dunk the brush in the soap. Bringing the brush up to the tire, you stick it through one of the spokes, slowly moving your hand back and forth to watch the bristles enter and exit the small metal opening.

“You gotta really get in there. I know these brushes are big, but they can squeeze into tight spaces. Really tight. It might not look like it at first glance, but you can make it fit. Trust me,” you say, continuing to scrub as you look at Steve.

He stares dumbly back at you, simply watching the way you rock your arm. You smile to yourself and suddenly drop into a squat, switching your grip on the brush handle so that your thumb is on the underside. Increasing your speed, you start twisting your wrist with each stroke, nearly jostling your whole body with the force of your movements.

“Gosh, it’s so dirty in here. Don’t be afraid to take your time, Steve. You don’t want the customer to leave feeling unsatisfied, now do you?” You quirk a brow.

Steve swallows before shaking his head, completely hypnotized and hardly blinking. With a few more strokes, you withdraw the brush and stand, holding it out to him.

“Think you can handle it? Or do you want me to show you some more, Captain?”

Without realizing it, Steve lets out a low groan at the sound of the nickname again. His unintentional slip makes you chuckle. Not only is it amusing, but it’s almost pitiable how easily you’re already chipping away at his resolve. He really doesn’t stand a chance.

Your laughter makes Steve suddenly snap from his daze. Quickly, he looks over to Dr. Banner who – lucky for Steve – seems to be none the wiser to the situation.

“I-I can do it,” Steve grunts, shakily taking the brush from your hand. 

You go back to washing the body of the vehicle, working in tandem with Steve. Soon enough, the entirety of the SUV is washed and dried, leaving only a quick waxing the customer paid extra for.

“I think we should let Stevie handle it,” Sam offers. “He’s an expert on waxing after all.”

Steve sighs heavily. “It was one time, Sam. And it was a bet that you gave me,” he huffs, putting his hands on his hips.

Natasha snorts, covering her mouth with her hand. “Hey, at least it was only your chest, Steve. Not everyone was so lucky.” She nods over her shoulder, directing your gaze to Bucky who's bending over way too low in those shorts.

“How was that by the way?” Sam questions. “Was it like–”

“It looked like a naked mole-rat,” Natasha says, biting the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing.

Sam, on the other hand, lets out a roaring cackle, drawing the attention of everyone in the nearby vicinity. “Ah, goddamn, that’s good. That’s too good,” he says between breaths. “With teeth and everything?”

Natasha shakes her head. “No comment.”

Sam laughs again as Steve lets out an exasperated sigh. “Since you two seem to be enjoying this conversation, why don’t you continue it while you wax? I’m gonna go empty out the buckets,” Steve says, stooping to grab a pail in each hand.

“I’ll go with you!” You all but shout in your haste, quickly reaching for and retrieving one before Steve has a chance to grab it. You start walking in the direction of the dirt and rocks at the edge of the parking lot to dump the soiled water. When you don’t hear Steve following, you turn back, seeing him still waiting by the SUV, bucket in hand. “Are you coming, Steve? Or do you just wanna stand there and watch?”

Steve draws his mouth into a thin line before taking a tentative step in your direction. You go back to walking and – knowing Steve is a few feet behind you – make sure to emphasize the sway of your hips with every step. His footsteps speed up until he’s directly beside you, growling in your ear.

“I know what you’re doing,” Steve grits through clenched teeth.

“What do you mean? I’m just emptying this bucket, Steve,” you bat your eyes at him innocently.

He scoffs. “Please. Based off of the shit-eating grin he gave me, I know Sam told you what I told him when we first got here. So don’t even try it. I know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” You raise a brow, egging him on. 

Now that you’ve wandered away from everyone else, Steve seems to have dropped the timid, innocent façade he’s had on all day. But if he's going to accuse you of something nefarious – even if he's right – then you want to hear it straight from the horse's mouth. None of this pussyfooting around the topic. You want to hear Steve admit he’s fighting to not get a boner in the middle of the parking lot.

Steve narrows his eyes and purses his lips, not taking the bait. “You’re playing a dangerous game here, dollface. I’m not sure I’d keep it up if I were you.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff as you reach the dirt, pouring the bucket over the landscaping. “Is that supposed to scare me? Ooh, so scary,” you say in a mocking voice, turning to Steve after your bucket is empty. “That’s not gonna deter me, Rogers, because did you ever stop to think…,” you step closer to him, trailing your free hand across his chest, “...maybe I like a little danger?”

Dropping your hand, you saunter back to your group, chuckling silently to yourself. Oh, it’s on; your will against his. You’re not going to lose this game. You have this in the bag.

~~~~~

Okay. Maybe you don’t have this in the bag.

With the next several cars that passed through your group, no matter what you threw his way – countless suggestive poses, looks, and even jokes – Steve seemed impervious to your antics. Even when Dr. Banner nearly slipped on the slick asphalt before joking, "We should put up a caution sign to let everyone know the ground’s wet", Steve didn't so much as blink when you whispered, "It's not just the ground."

He may be doing a good job so far, but there’s no way he’s going to win. You simply won’t allow it. It’s not even about trying to embarrass him anymore. Now, it’s for posterity’s sake – to prove to yourself that you can get Steve to crack.

You sponge the hood of the Jeep, staring intently at Steve who cleans the passenger’s side door. While he’s been decent at avoiding your gaze the past few hours, every now and then, you’ll catch his eye – something you hope will happen in the next few minutes as the driver is distracted by their phone. Luckily, that’s exactly what happens.

Steve must feel the weight of your stare as he suddenly looks over at you. The moment his eyes connect with yours, you bend lower over the hood – your breasts nearly spilling out of your top as you vigorously scrub the metal. While his eyes widen marginally, Steve otherwise remains stoic – quickly flicking his gaze back to his task and muttering something under his breath.

You huff. While you’re not about to run out of ideas just yet, you’re annoyed it’s taking so long to break through Steve’s stony exterior. It’s already well into the afternoon and Steve seems no closer to cracking than he was an hour ago or the hour before that.

As you go back to paying full attention to the vehicle, you let out an involuntary groan when you extend your arm, trying to reach the top edge of the hood. Steve’s head rapidly snaps in your direction, his own task seemingly forgotten as he stares at you. You give him a curious look as you stretch farther, groaning again as you get up on your tiptoes to get more leverage. Steve’s eyes nearly bug out of his head at the throaty noise coming from your mouth.

Oh… oh, this is good. Now you’re getting somewhere.

You continue making near-lewd noises as you scrub, scrunching your brows and pouting your lips all while maintaining eye contact with Steve. It’s like you can see him coming apart at the seams right before your very eyes – his jaw slowly descending while his brows carefully rise. This must be it. You figure just a few more moments of groaning and gawking until the blood rushes right to his–

“Are you alright?” Dr. Banner asks, concern lacing his voice. “You almost sound like you’re in pain,” he gives you a brief once-over, looking for any potential injuries.

Your and Steve’s attention are suddenly pulled from each other and directed to the professor. “Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, I’m alright,” you chuckle awkwardly. Steve’s the one that’s supposed to get caught doing something embarrassing, not you. “It’s just… kind of a long reach for me,” you try explaining.

Dr. Banner tuts. “Rogers,” he gestures at Steve and then at you, “be a gentleman and help the lady out.”

You grin. Oh, this is perfect. Thank you, Dr. Banner. “Yeah, Rogers, I could use a hand.”

For a moment, Steve stays rooted to his spot, having some sort of internal debate you can only attempt to guess the topic of. But, eventually, one option seems to outweigh the other and he hesitantly approaches you at the hood of the Jeep. 

"Thank you, Steve," you say in a sweet voice as he sidles up to you. 

"Mhmm," he grumbles, clearly not over the moon about his current predicament.

Steve's not dumb. He knows you're about to crank the shenanigans up to a 12. And boy are you.

As you both start scrubbing the vehicle, knocking elbows now and again, you can’t help but let a few other parts of your body graze Steve’s. A lingering press of your hip to his, a slight brush of your breast against his bicep, even a gentle sweep of your fingers over his knuckles. With each and every touch, you hear Steve hold his breath until the moment passes – releasing it several seconds later while mumbling something unintelligible.

“How’re you doing, Steve? You alright? Is the sun getting to ya?” You throw blame at the beaming mid-day sun, pretending you don't know the real cause for Steve’s behavior. 

He offers no response to your questions, simply clenching his jaw as he continues to scrub. 

You shrug, “Well, hopefully not. We wouldn’t want you to overheat…,” you stretch across the hood, purposefully moaning the final word, "...Captain.”

Steve growls and quickly leans down beside you. “You need to stop,” he hisses.

“Stop?” You give him a feigned look of incredulity. “I can’t just stop. I’m in the middle of cleaning this nice customer’s vehicle,” you state matter-of-factly. Steve goes to angrily whisper something else, but before he can, you gasp, “Oh no, Steve! You missed another spot.”

Before he can react, you slide between him and the Jeep, brushing the entirety of your backside against his crotch. He steps back, but not before you lean down so that your ass is firmly pressed against him for a second or two.

Steve's breath hitches and his whispered mumblings become more and more coherent as he struggles to remain composed. “Nak… ndma, ...ked grand…, Naked gran….”

You try not to laugh as you clean the car, hearing Steve's torment behind you. After a few beats, you stand back up. "There we go. C'mon, Steve, it's like I told you earlier: don't be afraid to take your time." With the car entirely scrubbed, you grab the hose and begin rinsing the suds away. "I mean… I'm all for hard and fast, don't get me wrong, but sometimes slow and steady is the way to go."

"Stop,” Steve huffs. “You… just… please stop," he begs, pinching his eyes shut, willing himself out of this moment far away to some peaceful, happy place.

"...Okay."

Steve's eyes fly open. "Okay?" He looks at you skeptically.

"Yeah, I'll stop," you nod. "It's time to start drying anyway. The car's all clean." You drop the hose and grab a towel, bending back over the hood.

Steve groans, "No, no, no. That's not what I meant."

You look over your shoulder at him, quirking a brow. "Oh? What did you mean, Steve?"

His lips move erratically as several words half-form before dying on his tongue – a series of strangled noises escaping his mouth. After a few moments of nonsense babbling, Steve finally gives up and drops his head, sighing heavily in defeat.

The sight almost makes you frown. Steve’s usually so strong and commanding – nothing like this feeble, tongue-tied figure before you. You can’t help feeling a little bad knowing you’re the one to blame for his current state, especially since it’s just over some dumb challenge you’ve placed upon yourself. In order to ease your conscience ever so slightly, you decide to take a little pity on the man. 

"Do you want to dry?" You offer, extending the towel to him.

Steve's head pops back up. "Yes! Yeah, I'll do that." He gladly accepts the cloth from you and takes your place at the hood.

"Okay, cool. My back was starting to cramp up anyway," you lie.

You step away to give him a moment of respite. Doing a series of stretches, you bring your arms in front, above, and behind you, inadvertently pushing your breasts together and then jutting them forward. Even though Steve is busy drying the Jeep, you can’t help but notice him slowly drag his attention from the car over to you, peeping at you from the corner of his eye.

Alright, the pity party is now over. You weren’t even actively trying to grab Steve’s attention and he still checked you out. Might as well just go all in and win this game.

"I owe you one, Steve." You walk over to one of the full buckets – the water inside looking clean and recently changed.

"No, no, it's fine,” Steve tries brushing you off, watching as you bend down.

"I insist,” you say as you grab the pail, grunting slightly as you pretend to struggle with it. “You lent me a hand, so now I owe you one," you groan louder as you slowly lift it, almost whimpering as you take an extended amount of time to reach your full height again.

Steve chokes on his spit and suddenly drops the towel in his hand, rapidly walking over to you. “Uh, let me help you with that,” he puts one hand on the side of the bucket, encouraging you to hand it over to him.

You grip it even tighter. You know he’s not offering to carry it out of a sense of chivalry, but rather, to get you to shut up and stop making those noises that affect him.

“I’m okay,” you try pulling the bucket out of his hold – a few droplets riding up over the rim.

“Whoa, careful,” Steve warns, keeping his hand on the pail.

"I’ve got it. But like I said, if you ever need a hand, Captain…,” you grunt as you try to pry to bucket from him once more – the sound of his nickname making Steve involuntarily groan in turn. 

Excellent.

“Or… if you ever need a mouth.” 

Steve’s brows shoot up to his hairline. Your smirk conveys the unspoken meaning behind your words, seeing the understanding flash in his eyes. Renewing his determination to take it from you, Steve’s hand tightens on the bucket, tugging it harder. You tug right back, the water beginning to slosh over the sides in the struggle between you two. 

Scrunching your brows as if in a sense of pleasure, you moan, “Or maybe a nice, warm, tight, little pu–"

“Wait! You’re gonna–”

Steve’s caution goes unsaid as the bucket tips, spilling all of its contents down your front, completely drenching your torso and making you gasp at the chill. The bucket drops from your hands in a loud thud, grabbing the attention of several people around you.

Your tank top immediately soaks and sticks to your skin. Despite the temperature of the air, the water is freezing – your nipples pebbling and becoming easily visible through your bra and shirt.

Steve goes into a state of alarm. His eyes widen and jaw drops as he takes in your clothes and body. He looks wildly around the parking lot, counting how many sets of eyes are directed at you two. Unfortunately for him, Dr. Banner’s are one of those sets. 

Steve’s head snaps back to you – a panic burning in his eyes. His expression and the way his muscles tense tell you everything you need to know: it’s about to happen. The moment you’ve been building up to has finally arrived. He knows it. You know it. And pretty soon, several other people are going to know it, too.

You can’t help but chuckle at the situation. Sure, you had to embarrass yourself a little bit, but it’s worth it in getting to see that sweet, sweet expression on Steve’s face. Just as you go to offer an insincere apology for the growing bulge you can see in his pants, Steve does something you would’ve never predicted.

He reaches for one of the other buckets, and – before you can stop him – dumps it over his head, drenching his entire body in the water. The temperature makes him shout and twist his face up in discomfort – the cold more than doing the job he wanted it to do, much to your chagrin.

Steve drops the bucket and shakes his head, rogue droplets flinging every which way. As he pants heavily – the cold having shocked his system and stolen his breath – he stares you down, displeasure obviously written on his face.

“Is everything alright?” Dr. Banner’s voice startles you. He stands right beside you, looking curiously at you both.

Steve eyes quickly flit between you and Dr. Banner as he struggles to come up with an answer. “Uh, y-yeah. I was just… hot,” he finally responds.

“Rogers,” Dr. Banner puts a hand on Steve’s shoulder, instantly regretting it as he withdraws the hand to wipe it off on his own shirt, “while the enthusiasm was commendable, maybe next time… just try drinking a bottle of water,” he sighs. He gives him a small smile and reassuring nod before walking away.

Steve looks back at you – his face somehow even more displeased than before. As he goes to say something, he’s cut off by Sam.

“I didn’t know this car wash also doubled as a wet t-shirt contest,” he jokes. “I’m sorry to say, but I think you’re both losing,” he points at Bucky who apparently discarded his shirt at some point – now wearing only his shoes and those incredibly tiny shorts. As Bucky bends over to pick up a brush, Sam grimaces. “Ugh, on second thought, I think we’re all losing,” he walks towards Bucky, yelling at him to put his shirt back on.

You turn back to Steve, seeing him absolutely fuming as he stares you down. “Well… that was fun. Wasn’t it?” You ask, a deceptively innocent smile on your face.

Steve juts out his lower lip to blow the water off of his face – his hair unmoving as it sticks to his forehead. Without a word, he turns and stalks away, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind him.

“Or… not.”

~~~~~

Dusk has arrived by the time the final customer pulls out of the parking lot, leaving the handful of remaining volunteers to finish cleaning up. After the long day, your entire body is sore, sticky, and sweaty. And yet, you’re feeling pretty great. The fundraiser was an incredible success – the car wash raising nearly triple the amount your sorority was hoping for.

As you collect various items strewn about the lot, you can’t help but think back on the events of the day, especially the ones that involved Steve. After ‘The Incident’, your shenanigans came to a full stop. Even though – much to your surprise – you and Steve continued to work together the rest of the afternoon, you left him well enough alone after the bucket fiasco. You’d felt like you’d tortured him enough for one day.

And, instead of telling you off like you expected him to do, Steve simply gave you the silent treatment after he returned from drying himself off, making for an incredibly awkward silence the last half of the day.

Honestly… you might’ve preferred getting yelled at.

As you bend down to grab the final sponge, you unintentionally get eye-level with a pair of passerby shins. You cringe. Even in the dim parking lot lighting, you can tell Dr. Banner’s once paper-white legs are now the same color as Bucky’s freshly washed truck – both an ungodly shade of crimson. Ouch. Poor man must’ve forgotten to apply sunblock this morning. Hopefully, he has a bottle or three of Aloe vera at home. He's going to need it.

Walking over to Natasha’s Beetle, you load the last of your items into her trunk and wait for her to join you. Just as she gives her thanks to the final volunteers and starts making her way to you, a voice sounds from behind.

"Hey," Steve greets you.

You nod in acknowledgement, "Hey."

"Can we talk?"

"Uh… sure?" You respond carefully. Even though you two have been radio silent the past several hours, you have a feeling you know what he's going to say. "What's up?"

"I’d like to talk about what happened today," he says, steely eyes boring into you.

Yep. Just as you suspected. Not only had 'The Incident' been replaying non-stop in your mind, but it most likely was in Steve’s as well. Thus, he's come to finally air his grievances with you. While you might've hoped to wait until tomorrow when you're less exhausted, you figure the least you can do is yield to his wishes. You owe him that much after what you put him through today.

"I’m sorry, Steve. I got a little too carried away earlier and I didn’t think you’d–”

“Yeah, that’s great,” Steve interjects, “but I was hoping we could have this conversation somewhere a little more private.”

You blink in confusion. Vaguely, you register the sound of Natasha dispensing items in her trunk, but you’re too stunned to acknowledge her presence. You were apologizing to Steve – trying to act mature rather than petty – and he cut you off. Seriously?

“Um… okay. Yeah, we can step away for a second. But Nat’s my ride, so I gotta–”

"I can take you back to campus," Steve offers, an eagerness present in his tone.

“You sure?” On any other day, you’d happily accept a ride from Steve. But today, right after you’re going to get chewed out for acting like a fool and humiliating him, the prospect doesn’t sound very appealing.

“Please. It’d be my pleasure,” he smiles gently.

Despite how awkward you know it’s going to be, since you’re trying to make up for your behavior today, you accept his offer, figuring you'll do anything to appease him to maybe make him go easy on you.

You turn to Natasha and shrug. "Looks like I’m gonna get a ride back with Steve. I'll see you at the house."

A mischievous grin settles on her face. "Fine with me. Drive safe,” she says. As you start to walk with Steve to his car, she calls, “Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

What? That can’t mean what you think it means, right? 

Looking back at her, you see her wink before getting into her car, immediately driving away. Okay, so you can assume you know what she was thinking – her having a boatload of optimism for how your night is going to end – but you know she’s wrong. Steve’s about to chastise you. Nothing more.

When you reach his sedan, you turn to him and begin your apology again. “Like I said, I’m sorry about–”

“How dare you,” he accuses.

Your face heats, embarrassment quickly washing over your body. “S-Steve, I’m so sorry. Look, I know I took it a little too far and–”

“A ‘little’?” He asks incredulously. “No, I think you’re mistaken, dollface. A ‘little’ would’ve been stopping even before I warned you to. A ‘lot’ was all the stuff you did after my first warning. But that last stunt you pulled? The bucket? That was leagues passed ‘too far’.”

“I know, I know. That’s why I’m trying to apologize,” you release a heavy breath. When Steve doesn’t move to speak, you continue. “I’m truly sorry. I know it’s no excuse, but I was just being stupid and childish and I thought it would be funny to try to… rile you up a little. So, I teased you here and there–”

“‘Here and there’?” He scoffs. “No, no, no, dollface. Not just ‘here and there’. Try: constant; relentless; over and over and over again. You've been teasing me all day and I've had it! I’m so fucking sick of it!”

You drop your chin and stare at the center of his chest, unable to hold his eye as he berates you. “I understand. I do,” you tell him. He has every right to be mad, but part of you feels like he’s being unnecessarily harsh. “If I could just–”

“You know,” he cuts you off, and you can’t help but sigh for being interrupted again, “I might’ve been willing to let it slide if it was just a little thing now and then – one or two jokes the whole day. But it wasn't like that, was it?" He asks, venom dripping from his tone.

“You’re right. It wasn’t,” you say rigidly, trying not to grit your teeth. Is he going to let you get a word in or not? You’re trying to make peace, but it’s hard when he’s being so combative. Taking a few calming breaths, you try to compose yourself before you blow up and escalate the situation. "Like I’ve said, I’m sorr–"

"You're damn right I'm right!” His voice bellows. “You couldn’t just let it go! No, you had to keep pushing and pushing and pushing until I–”

“Oh, would you just shut up so I can apologize?!” You shout, finally reaching your breaking point. You snap your eyes up to his face, expecting to see anger and hostility written all over his expression. 

Instead, you’re met with a heated gaze, a fire burning in his eyes – pupils blown wide and cheeks flushed. It’s not a look of anger, or exasperation, or anything of the sort.

It’s lust. Pure, carnal desire.

Steve’s lips curl into a devilish smirk. He leans into you, looking directly into your eyes. “Now look who’s the one that’s all riled up.”

You blanch, making his lip curl even more. You take a moment to process everything that just happened. The yelling, the interrupting, the overall pushing of your buttons. Was… all of that on purpose? Is he not actually mad at you, but rather, he just wanted to see you crack under some pressure? Kind of like what you were trying to do to him all day?

“Were you just… trying to get a reaction out of me? Giving me a taste of my own medicine so to speak?" You squint, not so much angry as you are annoyed that you fell into his trap.

“Maybe…,” he shrugs, still grinning mischievously. “The thought might've crossed my mind." He leans in further, lowering his voice to a stage whisper, “It doesn’t feel very good, does it?”

You chuckle and drop your head, shaking it slightly. “No. No, it doesn’t. But I guess I kinda deserved that. Well… props, Rogers. You got me good. Really got me worked up,” you say as you look back up at him.

His eyes still blaze with the fire from earlier – a passion lingering in those icy pools. Despite yourself, with the way Steve’s looking at you – that hungry gaze you’ve missed seeing the past few weeks – you feel your heart start to pound, the adrenaline from your altercation still pumping through your veins. You lick your lips and swallow thickly, feeling an excitement start to stir in your belly. 

Maybe he worked you up in more ways than one.

Steve must see it on your face as he slowly cocks his head to the side, grinning once more. He steps closer, finding no resistance as he backs you up, pressing you between him and the car door. Despite the day's work and the impromptu shower you both took, his scent surrounds you, warming your insides and heating you to the core. Suddenly, it feels like the night is too hot and all of the air is drawn from your lungs.

“I gotta say…,” he speaks slowly, eyes raking over your body, “...this…,” he gestures at you, “...it’s not a bad look on you, dollface.” His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, drawing your attention to the shiny, plump pout.

Your heart beats a little faster, making you feel even more breathless than before. “Oh yeah?” You ask sweetly, trying not to show just how overworked you feel. "And… what is that, exactly?"

Steve smirks, seeing right through your ruse. He leans in, pushing your bodies closer together, caging you against the car. "Out of breath, a sheen to your skin, a wild, desperate look in your eyes. Kinda… makes me think about other situations where you might look like this," he purrs, the deep timbre sending a shiver down your spine.

Slowly, you bring your hands up between your bodies, resting them on his chest. “I… I'm not sure I know what you mean,” you lie through your teeth as you curl your fingers in his shirt, lightly grabbing two fistfuls of the material.

Steve places his hands on your waist. The heat of his palms seeps through your shirt and into your skin, warming you up even more. He presses his fingers into your hips, gripping firmly onto your flesh, grounding you to him. 

“You know exactly what I mean.”

Staring into his eyes, you see the want swirl and expand and ignite with each passing second, knowing he probably sees the same thing in you. The tension between you builds and builds as silence fills the space between you – neither of you daring to move, both waiting for the other to break first.

In the end, it's you who caves.

You snap and tug Steve towards you. You want his lips to bruise yours as you crash together in a heated kiss; feel his breath warm you from the inside out; have your tongues lave at one another as you share the taste and smell and feel of each other.

Unfortunately, you don't get the chance.

"Uh… what's goin' on, y'all?" Sam's voice comes from nowhere, making you pause just as your mouth is millimeters from Steve's.

You and Steve quickly release each other, backing up to put some distance between yourselves. You cough, uncomfortable with the sudden, intruding third party. "We're, uh, we're kinda busy here, Sam. Do you… need something?" You ask, the annoyance obvious in your tone. 

You were so close. Why did he have to show up now?

"I can see that," Sam smirks, taking in both of your forms. "But yeah, what I need is to go back to my room so I can sleep for the next 36 hours straight. So, if you don't mind moving out of the way so I can–"

"Bucky's still here," you point over Sam's shoulder, noticing the truck several yards away. "He can take you back." 

You're not about to put another pause on moving things along with Steve. No way. Not for Sam, or Bucky, or even God Himself if He tried to stop you.

"Are you kidding me?" Sam's eyes go wide. "Nuh-uh, I'm not doing that. No way in hell am I getting in that nasty ass, unvacuumed, month-old takeout-filled–"

"Hey Bucky!" You yell.

"Yeah?!"

"Can Sam ride with you guys?!"

"Of course! We've got space!" Bucky gives a big swoop of his hand. "C'mon, Wilson, the more the merrier!"

Sam's mouth falls open in disbelief as he looks at you. "Wh– are y– are you trying to give me tetanus?"

You shrug, giving him a sympathetic look that doesn't quite reach your eyes. Bucky calls for Sam again, urging him to get a move on.

Sam turns to Steve. "C'mon, man, don't make me ride in that disease-riddled hunk of metal. I… I'll… I’ll let you wax my chest as payback," he offers, desperately trying to get Steve on his side.

Steve and you both just stare at him – neither willing to change your mind. 

At seeing your resolve, Sam frowns deeply, glaring at you. "Man, fuck you guys! You can suck my ass," he waves a dismissive hand at you, turning and trudging towards Bucky's truck. Just as he slides inside, you hear him say, “If anything crawls on me, I’m taking you both out with me,” before the door closes, the vehicle taking off moments later.

Once Bucky's truck leaves, it's just you and Steve left in the parking lot. 

Perfect.

You grab Steve by the shirt again and pull him to you, finally breaking the tension with the seal of your lips. It's just like you’d hoped for: bruising lips, heated breath, and hungry tongues. Your makeout at the frat party doesn’t even come close to rivaling the kiss you share now – both of you completely sober, drunk only on the feeling of each other.

"Get in the car," Steve pants against your lips, trying to minimize the time you two spend apart. 

You whine into his mouth as you can't find the will to separate from him – just wanting to stay locked in this moment. 

He pulls back from you and gives you an intense, dark look. "Get in the car so I can fuck the shit out of you," he growls.

Well… he doesn't have to twist your arm.

Quickly, you wrench open the backseat and slide in – Steve clambering in behind you and slamming the door shut. He pulls you onto his lap and sits you directly on his crotch, letting you feel how hot and hard he is already. You start to grind down on him as you kiss him again, feeling his length rub against you, pushing the seam of your shorts into your slit. The pressure is good, but it’s not enough. Not even close.

"God, Steve, I need you to fuck me. I need your cock in me right now," you whimper, the heat in your belly becoming almost painful as the arousal pools between your thighs, soaking through your panties.

Steve nods and lifts you off of him, depositing you on the seat beside him as he reaches for his wallet. In the cramped space, you clumsily unbutton your shorts and slip them and your panties down your legs. The items get caught on your sneakers, making you rip them off and toss them away in your irritation. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Steve slip his shorts and boxers down to his knees, tearing a foil packet open before rolling on a condom. Before you can get a good look at the size of him, Steve pulls you onto his lap again – his cock bobbing against your inner thigh, brushing your folds as he attacks your mouth with his.

"Are you ready?" He pants as he pulls away to ask. He brings a hand up to your pussy, swirling his fingers through the wetness coating your lips. "Oh yeah, you're fucking ready," he grins.

"Please, Steve, just get on with it," you beg, squirming as the ache of being empty gets more and more unbearable.

"You're lucky you worked me up by teasing me all day," he says as he grabs hold of his cock, lining himself up with you. "Otherwise, I might’ve been inclined to return the favor."

Just as you feel the head slip into you, you whisper the promise, “Next time.” 

You slowly sink down on him and gasp – your hands flying to his shoulders to fist his shirt, holding on for dear life as you take every throbbing inch of him.

"Fuck," you hiss as he bottoms out. You’ve never felt so full in your life – so stretched, so stuffed, and so satisfied that the empty ache has disappeared. But you need more. Much more.

You start rocking back and forth as Steve settles his hands on your hips, carefully working you against him. After a few beats, you try speeding up, needing to chase after that blissful feeling already blooming in your core.

"More. Harder. Faster," you pant, only being able to do so much as you straddle him.

"What happened to 'slow and steady'?" He smirks, repeating your words from earlier in the day.

You snarl, "Rogers, I swear if you don't–"

Steve's hands slip down to the backs of your thighs. He begins to rapidly lift you up and down his cock, bouncing you on his lap.

"Ah!" You cry out at the change in sensation, wrapping an arm around the back of his shoulders to better stabilize yourself.

The sounds of your pleasure fills the air, ringing through the tight confines of Steve's car. Even if it weren't for the lewd noises playing in your ears, you'd be able to tell how wet you are from the feeling alone – the arousal dripping from your body, completely drenching his cock.

"God, you are making a fucking mess, dollface," Steve chuckles, confirming what you already knew. He picks up the pace even more, manhandling you as he pounds into you from below.

Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you whine, feeling your body already hurtling towards the finish line – the edge of release just within reach.

"Say it for me," Steve pants against your ear – voice shaky and teetering on desperate. "Say it," he repeats when no words come from your mouth.

You don't know what he's talking about, your mind too fuzzy from the euphoria that's just past your fingertips. Pulling away from his neck slightly, you look up at him, furrowing your brows in confusion. "Wh-what? I don't underst–"

"Captain," Steve chokes out, his movements never faltering as he bounces you on him. "Call me Captain. God, please, please say it," he begs as his face scrunches up in pleasure, his own end rapidly approaching.

"Captain," you purr, being met with an obscene groan from Steve. You smile and tuck your face back into his neck. "It's so good, Captain. It feels so fucking good. I'm gonna - fuck - I’m gonna cum all over your cock, Captain," you moan against the column of his throat, squealing when he growls and drives into you even harder.

Through your mutterings, the coil in your belly tightens and tightens – ready to snap at any second. You just need a little more, just a little something else. Something to give you that extra push to make you fall over the edge and–

"Do it," Steve breathes. "Cum. Fucking soak my cock."

That's all you need.

Your orgasm crashes over you, making your body tense as wave after wave of ecstasy floods your veins. You nearly scream as you gush around him, feeling as if a bolt of lightning is sent down your spine, warming you head to toe. Through your bliss, you’re barely able to register Steve finding his own rapture – his hips stuttering underneath you, groaning as he hits that crest at the same time as you.

The moment you come down from your high, you slump against his chest, feeling absolutely bone-tired and ready to pass out. If you weren't already exhausted from working all day, then you're definitely spent now.

Steve rubs a gentle hand across your back as you catch your breath – the warmth nearly lulling you to sleep despite the aftershocks that shake your body. After a minute or two of rest, Steve shifts slightly – his length no longer hard but still buried inside of you. You whine as you feel him move.

"Shit, sorry,” he says quietly, continuing to rub your back. When he shifts again a few moments later – drawing another whine from you – he sighs. “Look, I know you're tired, dollface, but you have to get off me now. I gotta take us back." 

You grumble but don't move a muscle. You’re too tired to even keep your eyes open let alone get off of him and re-dress. As far as you’re concerned, you’re content to spend the rest of the night interlocked in this parking lot.

"Guess I gotta do everything, huh?" Steve chuckles. Carefully, he lifts you from his lap – trying to minimize your discomfort as he slips out of you – and places you on the seat beside him. You hear him shift for a second before snorting, a laugh bubbling out of his throat. "Wow, good thing we didn’t clean interiors today, because I think we would've just ruined all of that work.”

Peeling an eye open, you look over at Steve. The leather seat below him shines back at you, flooded in your arousal. You stare for a few seconds before a tired giggle falls from your lips. Damn. You knew you were making a mess, but you didn’t think it was that big.

Steve chuckles again, shaking his head in faux admonishment. "Do you have anything you’d like to say, young lady? Maybe ‘sorry for ruining your seat, Steve’ or ‘let me pay to get that cleaned for you, Steve’? Hmm? Anything?” He teases.

Mustering up all of the energy you have left, you crane your neck to look him dead in the eye. After a moment, you shrug indifferently, making Steve laugh once more. Only one word comes to mind as your eyes flutter closed again – the single syllable a whisper on your lips.

"Oops?"

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A/N: Fucking oops, amirite? If you made it to the end of this entirely too long fic, I’d love to know what you thought! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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[thelastviolin]

Sometimes I stare at empty Word documents for hours. Sometimes I sit down and write 2k words. 

Inspired by The Script’s “Never Seen Anything Quite Like You”

HotchReid- Tonight

Link to A03 above.

Aaron Hotchner is a consummate professional. He takes pride in his ability to lead his team and in his team themselves. He has heard the whispers about how attractive his team is and how it can’t be a coincidence. Especially after his divorce, rumors abounded that he had cheated on his wife with a team member. But anyone who actually knew Aaron knew he would never cheat on a partner- he is as loyal as they come. Even if he had been inclined to cheat, he would never cross that line with a co-worker. Rossi may have been able to subvert the FBI fraternization rules without consequence, but Aaron cared too much about his career.

As he stood in a shadowy corner at the annual FBI fundraising gala and heard yet another conversation about the attractiveness of the BAU females, he couldn’t help but smile. Because Aaron is a consummate professional, but he isn’t blind. He knows his team wouldn’t look out of place on the cover of a magazine. He had even had to step in to prevent the PR department from using images of JJ and Derek in their latest recruiting campaign, citing their occasional undercover work.

Yes, Aaron could understand the stir his teammates were causing tonight, all dressed in their very best and casually schmoozing with D.C.’s finest, though never letting each other far from their sites. Penelope’s infectious laugh was echoing around the room. JJ’s charisma had some of the most influential lobbyists gathered around her, hanging on to her every word. Derek was casually flirting with these same lobbyists’ wives at the bar, using his immeasurable charm to command the attention of almost every female in the room. Emily was being twirled around the dance floor by the counterterrorism section chief, expertly hiding her disdain for the political machinations of all those who tried to cut in for a chance to dance with an ambassador’s daughter. But what Aaron could not understand was the absolute lack of gossip regarding their resident genius.

Dr. Spencer Reid, who was currently speaking with the director of the FBI, gesticulating wildly and grinning proudly when his story elicited a laugh from his companion.

Spencer Reid, who was wearing a dark grey suit that must have been professionally tailored to fit him so well. Even in his formalwear, his signature style was still on display. While the majority of the men were wearing traditional black and white tuxedos, he had paired his suit with a lavender dress shirt and deep purple tie. He was also the only guest wearing Converse rather than dress shoes, the shock of purple fabric causing Aaron to smile into his drink when he had first arrived.

Spencer, who was the most beautiful man Aaron had ever seen.

 He first noticed how shockingly beautiful the young agent was after the terrible events in Georgia. Aaron’s heart had raced as they rushed across the field to get to Spencer, who was kneeling over his captor’s dead body. As Aaron reached down to pull him to his feet, the flashlights highlighted Spencer’s cheekbones in a way that almost left Aaron breathless. And the moment that Spencer placed his hand on Aaron’s shoulder, expressive eyes shining with relief and gratitude, Aaron knew that Spencer Reid had just stolen a piece of his heart. Every team member had rushed to hug the agent, anxious to confirm for themselves that he had indeed survived the horrific ordeal. But Aaron couldn’t move, lost in the feeling of Spencer’s lithe body holding onto his for dear life.

But Spencer had struggled in the aftermath of his kidnapping and withdrawn from the team. Aaron’s marriage was crumbling around him and Gideon was becoming sullen and unreliable. He never had the chance to examine his feelings upon seeing Spencer alive, knowing that he had reached out to Aaron specifically, had trusted Aaron to understand his message. Aaron’s emotions had been spiraling out of control, as evidenced by his attempt to take on Chester Hardwick during the custodial interview gone awry. But once again, Spencer’s beauty had saved the day. His beautiful mind, his ability to spew facts at an overwhelming rate that often frustrated his teammates, had stepped up and saved Aaron from what would surely have been a brutal beating. When Aaron had apologized for antagonizing the serial killer and escalating the situation, he caught Spencer’s furrowed eyebrows in his peripheral vision. Never boasting, never censuring, Spencer had merely shrugged the apology off before staring out the window as they raced down the highway back home. Aaron struggled to keep his eyes on the road, so intrigued by Spencer’s relaxed profile and casual response to the situation. In his office after their return, he couldn’t focus on the report he was supposed to be writing, imagining the potential outcomes of the confrontation if Spencer hadn’t stepped up. When he heard Spencer describe the interview as ‘ultimately uneventful’, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face, allowing him to pull himself from his morbid thoughts with a deep breath and return his attention to the task at hand.

The terror that gripped him upon hearing that Emily and Spencer had been taken hostage by a cult leader due to the incompetence of state officials caused his professional façade to slip as he bullied the attorney general off the site. Images of a beaten Spencer arose in his mind unbidden, threatening his ability to think clearly. Thankfully, Dave had handled the situation with grace, never questioning why Aaron seemed to be falling apart, and the sight of Spencer and Derek emerging from the burning ruins soothed the ache that had been growing within him. That Spencer had sought comfort in Emily’s arms rather than his own was of little consequence- just seeing that mess of hair, made worse by days of captivity and an explosion, reminded Aaron that there was still beauty in the world.

Years passed, and although Aaron was aware of his growing attraction to the young agent, it was never at the forefront of his mind, but merely a passing thought on occasion. Such as the case in which they searched for the Zodiak killer copycat. He hadn’t learned until later that Spencer had been questioning his position on the team and the best use of his intellect. Watching Spencer discredit the attention-seeking man conducting an impromptu press conference completely off the cuff had filled Aaron with pride, knowing that only a few years before Spencer would have never dared to challenge someone, especially in such a public manner. As they stood at the next crime scene, Aaron couldn’t help but be amazed at Spencer’s intellect and confidence. But what was even more awe-inspiring was the sight of Spencer, who was standing with his back to the mountains and the sun providing a halo around his silhouette. That damned purple scarf tucked around his neck and his coat cinched perfectly at his waist. And when he broke the case with his knowledge of obscure chess games, well, Aaron couldn’t be blamed for falling just a little harder. The smile on his face as the team celebrated his birthday after the resolution of the case was so innocent and so Spencer that Aaron had to force himself to stop at a handshake though the rest of the team was showering him in hugs, afraid that if he held the genius in his arms for just a moment he might never let go.

Seeing Spencer interact with Henry and Jack at JJ’s wedding was the final straw. In his tuxedo with a crooked bow tie, entertaining the boys with magic tricks, Spencer had never looked more beautiful to Aaron. His enthusiasm and zeal for life was like a balm for the soul- even the knowledge that Emily would soon be leaving the team couldn’t keep the half-smile off of Aaron’s face all night.

So yes, Aaron was a consummate professional, and although he was aware of the beauty within his team, he never acted on it. He kept his feelings to himself and kept himself on the periphery of the team when his feelings threatened to overwhelm him. He watched Derek tease Spencer about girls and dating and only felt the slightest twinges of jealousy (or so he told himself). He had even managed to keep the depth of his feelings hidden from Dave, his best friend and a seasoned profiler. Dave had dropped hints over the years, but Aaron took pride in his poker face and ability to sidestep Dave’s questioning.

But then Spencer showed up to the gala in that suit. Aaron knew for a fact that Spencer had never bothered to have a suit tailored, never caring enough about his appearance to justify the expense. And from the smirk that Dave was giving him from across the room, it wasn’t Spencer’s idea. Damn meddling profilers. For years, Aaron had been content to enjoy Spencer’s beauty from afar. But this…this was too much for any mortal man to bear, he decided. The stretch of the pants as Spencer leaned over the bar, showing a peek of a hot pink sock. The smile he shot Derek as his friend clapped him on his back, incidentally causing his suit jacket to tighten across his lean back as a blush bloomed down the back of his neck. Before he knew it, Aaron was halfway across the room, having downed the remainder of his watered-down drink. Almost a decade of friendship was potentially on the line, but Spencer had to know. Aaron had never seen anyone as beautiful, as handsome, as Spencer, as the young man before him now.

Spencer turned from the group of women Derek was attempting to introduce him to upon Aaron’s approach. His smile widened, and Aaron hoped that it wasn’t just because he found a reason to escape Derek’s matchmaking attempts. Aaron nodded towards a quiet corner near the exit where a small table had long since been abandoned in favor of the dance floor. Spencer smiled shyly as he ducked his head and made his excuses to Derek before allowing Aaron to guide him away with the subtle pressure of a hand on the small of his back. When they reached the exit, Spencer turned towards Aaron and cocked his head, confused as to why they had stepped away from the party but showing such trust in his eyes that Aaron had to take a deep breath. He had no words prepared and wasn’t sure that he could speak even if he had. Instead, he took a small step forward until their faces were merely inches apart. Spencer’s eyes widened but he didn’t step away. Hesitating, Aaron lifted his hand to cradle the side of Spencer’s face and almost sighed in relief when Spencer leaned into it and touched his lips to his palm.  

“You’ve been staring at me all night.”

“I don’t understand how everyone else has kept their eyes off of you. You are…gorgeous, Spencer. And I know you understand that I don’t say that lightly.”

Spencer looked down at his feet. “At first, I thought I was projecting. You looked at me with such intensity I thought I would burn. But no one said anything, so I assumed it was just wishful thinking. Then Rossi offered to tailor this suit for me to wear tonight, and when I asked why, he just smirked and said he still owed you a birthday present. So I let myself hope that he knew something I didn’t.”

Aaron dipped his head forward so their foreheads were touching. “He can be a meddlesome ass, sometimes. But this may be the best present he has ever given me. God, Spencer, you don’t even know how long…”

“No. Not exactly. I could guess, but it’s not really important, is it? What matters is that you said something tonight. And if you can’t tell- Aaron, I have been gone on you for years. Possibly from the moment we met. Everyone that the team tried to set me up with, none of them compared to you. You set the bar impossibly high, you know.”

Aaron smiled. “I’m sorry it has taken me this long. I was trying to remain professional. But the way you look tonight…well, I’m about to prove to the entire room that I have very unprofessional feelings for you unless you stop me.”

Spencer looked up at Aaron through his eyelashes. “Why would I do that?”

Aaron’s hand slipped from Spencer’s cheek to the back of his neck as his other hand snaked around the younger man’s waist and pulled him impossibly closer into a searing kiss. As he felt Spencer respond, tugging at the lapels of his suit jacket, Aaron decided that he would be content to do this for the rest of his life. He had been a consummate professional for his entire career- he was due for a scandal. And where better to set tongues wagging than in front of the entire FBI? He smiled into the kiss before gently pulling away, grabbing Spencer’s hand and gesturing towards the exit. Spencer smiled back sweetly and followed him out before turning around and looking back at Dave, who lifted his glass in their direction with a smile.

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[96thdayofrage]

The young Black teenager whose death at the hands of a white stone thrower at a segregated lakefront beach sparked Chicago’s worst race riot will receive a grave marker 102 years after his death, thanks to citizens wanting to right an old wrong.

A group of concerned citizens, who helped raise nearly $5,000 for a stone half ledger to be placed atop the grave of Eugene Williams in Lincoln Cemetery, is also setting up a special memorial service for the 17-year-old who drowned near the 29th Street Beach, unofficially a whites-only area.

The memorial is tentatively set for late July. The new 3-by-3½-foot grave marker will feature a telling of Williams’ life and death in July 1919. The funds were finalized last year, but the pandemic delayed the delivery of the ledger, organizers said.

Williams’ death played a pivotal role in inflaming existing racial tensions that led to a weeklong race riot that left 23 Black and 15 white people dead during a heat wave in the summer of 1919.

Despite playing such a key role in one of the city’s darkest chapters, little is known about the teenager and only one grainy photograph remains. A grocery porter born in Georgia, Williams lived in the heart of Bronzeville and had just graduated high school at the time of this death.

Williams is one of numerous Black 1919 riot victims buried in unmarked plots at the south suburban cemetery. Most of the homicides that occurred during the riots went unsolved and unpunished.

One of the fundraisers, David Browning, 50, a mortgage banker, became acquainted with Williams’ life and death while researching his Omega Psi Phi fraternity’s chapter that was founded in Chicago in 1921. Though Browning had some knowledge of the riots as told to him by his father raised in Chicago in the years following, he said he became filled with the need to give a long-forgotten victim recognition.

“I think that it’s proper, and (Williams) should be recognized and he should be properly memorialized,” said Browning, a South Shore native and graduate of Mount Carmel High School and Howard University. “I think anyone should be properly memorialized. To be in an unmarked grave, to me, is something less than what life was supposed to be about.”

Browning approached his fraternity brothers about fundraising for the marker and reached out to the cemetery, which connected him with several other people who had the same idea.

Chicago’s riots occurred during the “Red Summer,” when Black populations across the country were attacked by white mobs as southern Blacks began their migration to northern cities. Despite the violence, tens of thousands of Blacks continued to pour into Chicago annually into the 1960s.

The story of Chicago’s riots was highlighted in events throughout the city, books and news articles during 2019.

Racial attacks such as the Chicago riot — and the Tulsa massacre, where descendants and President Joe Biden recently commemorated the 100-year anniversary — have received a belated closer look following recent incidents of racial strife.

“I think it’s a long time coming,” said Scott Priz, an attorney and one of the grave marker fundraisers who learned of Williams’ unmarked grave from a Chicago magazine article. “I didn’t hear about the Tulsa riots until I was in law school, maybe five or six years ago,” he told the Tribune.

“I think it’s good that the country — well, some of the country, I guess — is finally waking up to the terrible things that were done. There’s even more that we need to, as a country, first acknowledge that they happened ... but also sort of have a reckoning with it. Where we are as a country is a partial result of the terrible crimes.”

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Constellations (M)

SUMMARY:  He was the president of one of the most notorious fraternities on campus. You had expected him to be the same as his other brothers — a sex-crazed, binge drinking maniac; But the truth ended up surprising you — in more ways than one.

GENRE/WARNINGS: College!AU, Fratboy!Namjoon; slight angst due to a misunderstanding but for the most part it’s light hearted up until the smut. Includes Namjoon being the sweetest soul, the reader jumping to conclusions, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, and protected sex.

WORDS: 10.2k.

A/N: Another repost from the vault. Namjoon is soft in this and so am I for him.

When you first pulled up to the university, you hadn't expected much. The things you saw on television seemed to be too dramatic, incredibly fictitious, and just completely barbaric. But within the first week of settling in your dorm room and getting to know those around your campus building, you realized that the crazy things on television were actually real. From the late night parties, to the fraternities and sororities, they all existed. While you were more for studying and actually wanting to pass school, you never minded attending a party every once in a while – unless they were thrown by the notorious frats that were littered along Greek Row. The fraternity parties were wild; beer overflowing from kegs as drunk college boys attempted to show their worth, drinking 'til it feels like their head is going to explode, along with girls swaying and stumbling all over the place as their friends try to help them walk in a straight line without puking their guts out from the liquid that the majority of them had no idea what it was.

You tried your best to stay far away from them, although that was hard considering that you were a member of Chi Omega (hey, just because you don't like fraternities doesn't mean you didn't enjoy the sisterhood that came along with being in a sorority -- and also the cheap rent), but it seemed as if luck was not on your side tonight. While you were an active member when it came to fundraising for the sorority, you tended to leave the after parties up to your fellow sisters, opting to be voted as the designated driver most of the time. But tonight – you were requested to join the party. Hana, the president of the sorority, had sought you out earlier in the day and all but demanded you to join in on the fun for once, and as a loyal sister of the sorority -- you didn't have much choice other than to accept the demand.

So here you were, a red solo cup in hand, watching your fellow sisters mingle with the various boys who littered the dance floor and frat house. You were never one for much dancing, so you opted to sit diligently on the red velvet couch, sipping from your cup every now and again. The deep bass from the music vibrated the walls of the house, sweaty bodies moving together in a grinding heap as they danced together. Your cheeks were flushed, partly from the alcohol you were consuming, but mostly from the raging temperatures that surrounded the air. Between the rising heat and the smell of liquor mixed with a hint of pot, you were ready for some fresh air. Exhaling quietly to yourself, you push yourself up from the couch and make your way to the balcony doors.

The moment the fresh night air breezed past your face, you sighed in contentment as you walked over to the bannister of the balcony. Surprisingly there were only a few party-goers occupying the deck; two guys were chatting amongst themselves with beers in their hand while they lounged on one of the deck chairs, and a couple was nestled together in another chair, their faces pressed tightly together. Turning your head away from the sight before you, you look at the night sky. The subtle twinkling of the stars make a small smile appear on your lips, a serene feeling washing over you as you stare up at the sky. It isn't until you notice a presence beside you do you finally snap out of your daze.

"It's a beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

Your head snaps to the right, your gaze settling on a dimpled grin, and wow -- he's fucking cute. Nodding you bite the inside of your lip, trying to contain yourself, as you look back towards the night sky.

"It sure is," you hum, resting your arms on the ledge. "The night sky is my favorite."

You feel the boy shift beside you and the wind blows just right that you catch a scent of his cologne, the fragrance wafting through the air and making your head spin in delight.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, his grin widening. "Why is that?"

Mirroring his grin you turn your head back to look at him, your shoulders shrugging as you rest your side against the ledge.

"There's so much more to see in the night sky than there is during the day. There's the stars, of course, and then there's the moon, and sometimes if you look in the right spot you can see the different constellations. Not to mention that looking for the big and little dippers is pretty exciting."

Smiling at your excitement, the boy nods in acknowledgement, his arms reaching to rest beside yours.

“I see your point," he muses, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"Sorry," you chuckle bashfully. "I'm just really passionate about things like this. I'm majoring in astronomy and sometimes I just... I don't know, I just love the whole idea of learning about what's out there beyond what we're able to see, you know?"

The boy nods again, genuinely interested in your words.

"Definitely," he agrees. "I'm genuinely curious as to what's beyond the earth. Like are there different lifeforms on other planets? Or maybe there's an entirely new planet that we haven't even discovered yet."

"Exactly!" You exclaim. "That's the beauty of it all, isn't it? Being able to explore realms of the universe you never even thought to have existed?"

A deep chuckle resonates from the boy then, his brown eyes twinkling in the dull porch light, and you can't help but think that they're resembling that of the stars above you.

"Your excitement is cute," he flirts, making another pool of heat wash over your cheeks as you look away bashfully.

"Thanks," you reply meekly.

Straightening his posture, the boy reaches his arms above his head as he stretches, a gentle smile on his face as he leans against the ledge now.

"So what brings you to this party?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "You don't seem like the type to be around this stuff."

Your face falls at that, eyebrows casting downwards in confusion, and you flinch back away from him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The boy blanches then, eyes widening as he furiously shakes his head.

"No, no! I didn't mean it in a bad way!" He clarifies, taking a step towards you. "I just meant that – fuck, I don't know what I'm trying to say."

A groan emits from his lips as he covers his face with his hands, his embarrassed state making you giggle quietly as you reach out to pat him on the shoulder.

"It's okay," you laugh. "I know what you meant."

Breathing a sigh of relief, he drops his hands from his face as he looks at you, a sheepish smile forming on his plump lips.

"Sorry," he apologizes. "I get flustered a little bit when I'm around beautiful girls like you. But, if it helps, I'm not that big on parties either."

Another wave of heat flushes your cheeks and you have to bite the inside of your lip as you turn to glance in front of you, your gaze settling on the darkened road ahead of you.

"I came here with my sisters tonight," you say quietly. "They told me that I spend too much time being the designated driver for them and that I should be the one to have fun tonight – so here I am."

Tilting his head to the side, the boy sends you a confused look.

"Sisters?"

You laugh, nodding.

"My sorority sisters," you grin. "They're the ones who made me come tonight."

An impressed look falls over his face then, lips pressing into a line as he nods.

"Ah, I see," he chuckles quietly. "So you're a sorority girl, huh?"

Raising a hand in the air, you grin sheepishly.

"Chi Omega," you giggle. "I'm (Y/N), by the way."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he smiles, and you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach. "I'm --"

"Joon-ah!"

The drunken slur falls from a boy stumbling out of the doorway, a wide grin spread across his lips as he makes his way over to the pair of you. A snapback adorns the drunkards head, a colorful t-shirt on his torso paired with skin-tight black jeans on his muscular legs. You watch as he slings an arm around the other boy's shoulders, an overwhelming stench of tequila hitting your nose as he breathes out.

"You're missing the party, man!" He slurs, his glazed-over eyes falling on you. "Damn, who's the babe?"

Gritting your teeth, you watch as Namjoon pushes his friend's arm off of his shoulder.

"Go inside, Hobi. I'll be there in a few."

Namjoon's words seemed to please his drunken friend, Hoseok beaming gleefully as he pats his friend on the shoulder before throwing a wink at you.

"Hope to see you inside, too, beautiful," he slurs. "Meet ya in there, prez!"

The two of you watch as Hoseok stumbles away, the drunken boy all but clambering inside of the frat house with a loud cheer. By this point you can feel the anger begin to boil in the pit of your stomach, your teeth gritting as your lips press into a thin line. Namjoon doesn't seem to notice your angry state as a sheepish smile forms on the president's lips, a hand running through his tousled locks as he sighs.

"Sorry 'bout that," he apologizes. "He can be a handful sometimes. I'm --"

"Kim Namjoon."

His name falls from your lips with an icy tone, your eyes glazing over with anger as a shocked look crosses his features.

"You know who I am?" He asks, and you chuckle humorlessly.

"Of course I do," you spit out. "You're the fucking president of Sigma Chi, how could I not know you?"

Namjoon blinks, your harsh tone startling him, and he frowns as you step away from him when he moves closer to you.

"Are you alright?" He asks with concern, and you scoff.

"Am I alright?" You retort, rolling your eyes. "Let me ask you something, Namjoon --"

His name falls from your lips with such venom it makes the boy shiver, a visible wince falling over his features as your eyes narrow into a glare.

"Did my sisters put you up to this?" You ask harshly, crossing your arms over your chest. "Did they tell you that they thought I needed to get laid or something? Is that what this is?"

Namjoon immediately panics; the boy's eyes widening as he furiously shakes his head.

"No!" He says quickly. "God, no! I didn't even know that --"

"Bullshit," you spat out. "I can't believe this. I honestly thought I had found a decent guy who was intellectually interested in me only to find out he's the fucking president of this fucking frat house."

Namjoon is still in panic mode as he watches you make your way to the door, the boy clambering to get to your side as he grabs your arm.

"Wait, (Y/N)!" He calls out, and you spin around to snatch your arm out of his grip. "I honestly didn't know."

You shake your head, one hand on the doorknob, and you inhale sharply as you throw one last glance towards him.

"Tell it to someone who cares, Namjoon," opening the door, you make a move to walk inside before you stop short. "Tell my sisters I went home."

And with that, you angrily slip through the door and make your way out of the house, ready to forget all about this disaster of a night.

The brisk morning air whips past you as you walk down the road, your body shivering underneath the light jacket you wore. It was a little past eight in the morning and you were headed to your first class of the day – Physics. Just the thought of the class made you grimace, an unwelcomed feeling enveloping you as you walk along the concrete. While you held passion for your major, the requirements that came along with it weren't the most favorable. You would much rather look through a telescope that showed you the worlds beyond the stars than to read about them in an old, hefty textbook. It's always been like that for you; ever since you were younger, you learned so much more from doing things rather than reading about them. The information you got about actually doing experiments helped you with your studies so much more than text on a page ever could.

Heaving a sigh, you shove your hands into the pocket of your jacket, the view of the university coming into your eyesight as you round the campus grounds. Just as you reached the courtyard, a loud voice from behind you calls out your name.

"(Y/N)!"

A feeling of irritation and anger fills your body at the familiarity of the voice, your lips pressing into a thin line as you turn around to give the boy a pointed look.

"What?" You ask harshly, eyes narrowing into slits as you glare at him. Namjoon flinches at your tone, the boy visibly grimacing, and he stops walking when he's beside you.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He asks, panting slightly, and you wonder if he had been following you this whole time.

"Now's not a good time, Namjoon," you dismiss. "I'm going to be late for class."

You make a move to turn around but you stop short when you feel his hand enclose around your wrist, your body freezing up at his touch. Electric shocks run through your body as his warm hand wraps around yours, your head whipping around to meet the gleaming brown of his eyes. His gaze is warm, friendly almost, and there's a shadow of a smile gracing his plump lips before his tongue runs along them. There's a white t-shirt adorning his long torso, black ripped skinny jeans hugging his legs, and a black snapback placed on his head. He's the definition of a frat boy, you note, but you can't help but admire how fucking good he looks.

"Please," he says quietly, fingers sweeping softly across the skin of your palm before he drops your hand. "Just, please... Hear me out."

You snap out of your daze then, your head shaking as you step back from him.

"What's there to hear, Namjoon?" You ask coldly. "You were never truly interested in me. You just wanted to get laid."

Namjoon shakes his head, the boy taking a step closer to you only making you step further back.

"That's not it at all, (Y/N)," he denies, but you roll your eyes.

"Try as hard as you might, Namjoon. You're not going to convince me that the other night wasn't planned by one of our friends."

With that you spin around on your heel and make your way towards the campus, Namjoon's shouts of your name fading with every step you took.

Between the sound of buttons being pressed on a keyboard and the quiet whispers of the people around you, frustration pooled in your body as you stared down at your textbook. You had a test tomorrow and you were trying -- keyword trying – to study, but every little thing was becoming distracting. Whether it was the sound of someone walking out of the library or even a small cough, you just couldn't focus on your textbook. Heaving out a sigh, you cradle your face in your hands as you lean down against the table, a quiet groan emitting from you as you rest against the textbook. From across the table you hear a soft chuckle, a hand coming to rest on your head as fingers slide through your locks.

"You alright, girl?" Hana asks, a grin on her face. Another groan falls from your lips as you lift your head to look at her, a frown on your lips.

"No," you grit, glaring down at your textbook. "I can't fucking focus."

She snorts then, a smirk on her lips as she leans forward on her elbows.

"Something on your mind?" She asks coyly, raising an eyebrow. "Or should I say – someone?"

You frown, confusion floating across your features, and your head tilts slightly as you lean back against the chair.

"No," you retort. "Why do you say that?"

The smirk on her face widens as she shrugs nonchalantly, fingers twisting together as she rests them on the table.

"A little birdie told me that they saw you and a certain Kim Namjoon getting cozy outside at Sigma Chi's party last Saturday."

You grimace at her words, the anger from that night and this morning beginning to bubble from the pit of your stomach, and you glare at her from across the table. Closing your textbook you lean back and sigh, frustration spilling from your pores.

"We weren't getting cozy," you clarify, rolling your eyes. "We were just talking. And besides, nothing happened. We were obviously set up, anyways."

Her eyebrows cast downwards, face scrunching up in confusion, and she's giving you a pointed look.

"What do you mean?" She asks, and you shrug.

"I mean, someone from our house probably set it up for him to go talk to me. You all think I need to get out more and talk to guys so I'm willing to bet that one of you sent him to me."

Hana frowns at that, hurt flashing across her features.

"(Y/N), none of us would ever do that. Sure we bug you about not going on dates with guys but we know well enough not to set you up with someone you don't even know."

She has a point, you think to yourself.

A sly smile forms on Hana's lips then, the girl sliding back against her seat as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"If it helps," she says coyly. "Namjoon keeps asking about you."

That catches your attention.

Lifting your head so that you're looking at her, Hana smirks widely as she watches your reaction. He's been asking about you? What does that even mean? There's no way that's true... Right?

"What do you mean asking about me? And how did you even see him?"

"First off, he's in my English Literature class. The dude's a fucking genius, okay, apparently he has an IQ of 148 or some shit like that. Not to mention he's the top student in the class... Anyways, after lecture was over he came up to me and asked if I knew you, and when I said I did he asked how you were doing. Like, he was genuinely concerned he had done something wrong... I can understand why, though, you're a tough one to crack."

Rolling your eyes at her comment, you scoff playfully.

"I'm not that tough," you mutter, and you snorts.

"(Y/N), you thought one of us set him up to find you. You're a tough bitch."

Her words send both of you giggling, the librarian in the corner of the room sending the two of you death glares as you snicker. Once you've calmed down, you're shaking your head and leaning forward on your elbows, a frown on your face.

"I just --" you begin, licking your lips subconsciously. "I really did click with him. He listened to me ramble on about the stars and constellations and he acted like he was genuinely interested... But what if he isn't?"

Hana's face softens at your words, her hand reaching forward to grab onto yours as an encouraging smile graces her lips.

"You never know if you don't try, sweetheart. If there was a connection between the two of you, then go for it. What do you have to lose?"

You grin at her words, your grip on her hand tightening as you giggle quietly.

"I should date you instead," you say playfully, making Hana flick her hair off her shoulder.

"I'm awesome, I know," she jokes. "If it doesn't work out with Namjoon, hit me up. I'm single."

The two of you fall into another fit of giggles then, you shaking your head at your friend's antics before turning back to your book and going back to studying.

It was a little past three in the afternoon when you finally stepped out of the campus building, successfully finishing your last class of the day. The feeling of freedom wracked your body and you're grinning happily when the cool afternoon breeze whips past you, a much better feeling as opposed to the chill you felt this morning. The sky was a crisp blue color, not a cloud in sight, and you couldn't be any happier than you were at that moment. But as you were walking in the direction of Greek Row, a figure resting underneath the big oak tree in the courtyard caught your attention.

The white t-shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, and the black snapback told you who resided underneath the oak. Your heart sped up as you examined the boy's figure; he had a book in his hands, his head bobbing to some unknown tune, and he was focused solely on the text that was in his hands. He looked peaceful, studious almost, and you can feel butterflied start to flutter wildly in your stomach as you watched him turn the page. Hana's words from earlier rung in your head, the encouragement she gave you was beginning to overcome you, and the next thing you knew you were walking towards the boy without a second thought.

You can feel your nerves shoot right up your body as you stand in front of him, his head lifting from his book as he looks up at you. Shock is written in his features as his gaze settled on your face, his mouth almost falling open before he catches himself. Instantly he's marking the page he was on and placing the book by his side, Namjoon all but scrambling up against the tree as he sits upright.

"(Y/N)," he chokes out, sending a smile your way. "Hey."

Offering him a small smile, you gesture towards the empty spot next to him.

"Mind if I sit?" You ask quietly, and he shakes his head furiously.

"No!" He exclaims, eyes widening. "I mean -- go ahead."

Grinning at him, you push away the nerves as you plop down next to him on the ground. The feeling of his clothed legs gently brushing your bare ones makes your breath hitch slightly, the friction of his clothes making heat pool in your body and you're swallowing thickly as you look at him. Seeing him in the daylight, and actually paying attention to his features, you realize just how handsome he really is. With full, plump lips, warm brown eyes that glimmered with mischief, and a pair of dimples that melted your heart – he was fucking beautiful.

Licking your lips, you twist your hands together in your lap as you break your gaze from him, instead opting to look ahead of you at the plethora of students exiting the building. You can feel Namjoon's gaze on you, a frown on your lips, and you let out a sigh as you lean back against the bark of the tree.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, looking guiltily at the ground. Namjoon's eyebrows furrow in confusion, the boy shifting his body so that he's facing you.

"For what?"

"For not believing you."

Turning your head, you meet his gaze and smile apologetically at him. His lips are parted, a small amount of shock clear on his features before he's snapping out of it and waving a hand at you.

"Don't worry about it," he dismisses. "I understood where you were coming from. It's alright."

Shaking your head at him, you place a gentle hand on his.

"But it's not," you say quietly. "I jumped to conclusions and assumed something I shouldn't have. So... I'm sorry."

Chuckling lowly under his breath, Namjoon's gaze drifts down to your hand on his and he lets a small smirk cross his lips before he's lifting his gaze and looking at you with mischief glinting in his eyes.

"If you really want to make it up to me," he says playfully, nudging your shoulder gently. "You can come out with me on Friday night."

Your heart speeds up at that, lips pressing together as you try to contain yourself, and you bashfully look away from him as you feel heat rise to your cheeks. It was funny to think that just a few hours ago you were so irked by him, the anger from last Saturday still evident in your system, but ever since you talked to Hana... You had mulled over the possibilities of actually giving the boy a chance, just one chance, to see if he was actually the boy you hoped he'd be. And now that he's sitting in front of you, saying these words... You decided to throw caution to the wind and take him up on his offer.

"Okay," you murmur, making Namjoon's eyes widen.

"Wait, really?!" He asks, excitement coating his tone. You smile at him and nod, your hand tightening around his as you nudge his shoulder playfully.

"Really."

The rest of the week seemed to pass by within the blink of an eye and before you knew it, you were getting ready to go out with Namjoon. Anticipation mixed with a slight panic filled your body as you stood in front of the full length mirror, your gaze casting over your reflection as you let out a heavy sigh. From beside you there's a low whistle, Hana's face coming into view as she steps beside you. Her gaze runs down your body as she nods in acknowledgement, her hands clapping together as she grins.

"Girl," she says, poking your side. "You look good."

Wearily you turn your head to look at her, your teeth chewing nervously on the inside of your lip.

"You think?" You ask, worry coating your tone. She scoffs, pushing you closer to the mirror so you can fully see yourself.

"Hell yes!" She exclaims. "Girl, look at yourself. You look hot!"

Your weary gaze glances towards the mirror, your eyes raking up and down your body as you scan your appearance. Due to the chilly weather, you had opted to wear a black sweater that had a lace trim, dark blue skinny jeans that seemed to hug your legs in all the right places, and a pair of lace-up boots. While the outfit was simple, you certainly looked a lot better than you usually did. And although you admit that you looked good, you still couldn't shake the nerves that wracked your body. Hana must have noticed your state because she's letting out a sigh as she grabs a hold of your shoulders and turning you to look at her, her expression stern.

"Listen to me, (Y/N)," she says, looking you dead in the eye. "You are beautiful, you are smart, you are funny. He's already pretty smitten with you, by the looks of it, and tonight is only going to further his feelings for you. There is absolutely nothing to worry about, okay?"

Just as you nod to acknowledge her words, the doorbell of the sorority house rings and you feel your shoulders tense up. Hana grins as she pushes you towards the door (not before giving you a smack on the ass out of encouragement) and whispering 'good luck' to you as you make your way to the door. Grasping a hold of the handle, you suck in a breath before turning the knob and opening the door. The sight of Namjoon's smiling face comes into view and you can feel your breath hitch in your throat as your gaze settles on him.

Adorned in all black from head to toe stood Namjoon, a bouquet of a dozen red roses in his hands. His honey brown hair is styled off of his forehead, the usual snapback missing, and god, he looks so fucking good. He's grinning from ear to ear as he looks at you, the roses being held out for you to take, and he's wrapping an arm around your waist before he leans in to press his plump lips to your cheek.

"You look beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, and jesus christ, you swear you've died and gone to heaven.

A wave of heat flushes your cheeks as you take the roses from his hands, a bashful smile dancing across your lips as you watch him draw back from you.

"Thank you," you murmur, taking his hand in yours. "You look very handsome."

His grin only widens at your compliment, the grip on your hand tightening.

"You ready to go?" He asks, and you nod with a quiet hum.

Wordlessly he's pulling you off of the doorstep and down past the entrance gate, his cherry red Mustang coming into view. You mutter a small 'thank you' to him when he opens the door for you, his hand never leaving yours until you're seated comfortably, before he's making his way over to the driver's side and sliding in next to you. Revving up the engine, he takes your hand in his once more before driving away.

The nerves that you had felt before the date were completely gone. Instead you felt giddy, happiness overflowing through your body as you sat and chatted idly with the boy driving. And while you were still slightly on edge – only because he had yet to tell you where the two of you were going -- you were comfortable. His hand was tightly clasped yours over the center console, the soft hum of music echoing around the car as he pulls into an abandoned parking lot. You quirk an eyebrow at your surroundings, casting a curious glance over towards the boy who was now parking the car and unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Where are we?" You ask, making Namjoon grin.

"You'll see," he retorts, and you playfully poke his side.

"Is this where you kill me?" You ask jokingly, Namjoon's grin widening as he retaliates and pokes your side.

"How could I ever kill someone as beautiful as you?"

The comment makes your face flush for what seems like the millionth time since you met him, and you're wordlessly unbuckling your seatbelt before making a move to open the door, however, Namjoon had made it there before you could even grasp the handle. Holding his hand out for you to take (which you graciously did), he helps you out of the car and slides his fingers between the empty spaces of yours. The chilly night air makes you shiver slightly, your body reflexively molding closer to Namjoon's as the two of you walk out into the empty field. The grass crackles beneath your boots, and you're silently thanking yourself for not choosing Hana's option for heels, before Namjoon moves behind you.

You feel his hands come up behind you before covering your eyes, your vision growing black as he squeezes his fingers closed. You can feel his hot breath on your neck, the sensation making your skin flare up in goosebumps, and then his soothing voice is filling your ears, only furthering the bumps along your flesh.

"No peeking, okay?" He orders, and you nod.

"Okay..." You say meekly.

You trust him as he guides you, your hands coming up to rest on his, and you're slowly sinking into the warmth of his body as he walks you further into the clearing. But then he's coming to a halt, his fingers slipping between yours once more, and he's leaning down to press his mouth to your ear.

"You can look now, beautiful."

Gently he takes your hands, your vision slowly coming back to you as he removes his from your face, and you can feel your breath catch in your throat at the sight before you. There's a blanket laid out on the grass, a basket placed on top of it -- but that wasn't the best part. Beside the blanket, he had set up a long, silver telescope that was angled towards the night sky. Your heart swelled in your chest at the sight, and you swore you could kiss him right then and there... But before you could he's taking your hand and leading you towards the blanket, a sheepish smile on his lips as the two of you sit down onto the checkered cloth.

"Is it too much?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck. You shake your head furiously, eyes wide in amazement.

"No," you breath out. "It's fucking amazing."

Chuckling at your choice words, Namjoon reaches forward to grab a bowl out of the basket, the boy uncovering the plate before fishing out two pairs of chopsticks.

"It's not much," he says sheepishly. "But I'm a terrible cook and kimchi is really the only thing I know how to make."

Giggling at him, you graciously take one of the chopsticks before digging in. The moment the food hits your mouth, you have to fight back a groan at the delicious taste. Instead you opt for humming appreciatively, your head nodding in acknowledgement as you grab another mouthful of food. From beside you, Namjoon lets out a deep chuckle, eyes shining brightly with the soft glow of the moonlight.

"You're so cute," he hums, reaching forward to grab his own mouthful of food. Bashfully you look down at the blanket, heat pooling over your cheeks.

"You know," you murmur, lifting your gaze to meet his. "I'm pretty sure you've made me blush more than a hundred times since I've met you."

Namjoon grins at that, the boy leaning back to rest his hands against the blanket.

"Maybe that was my goal," he winks. "Maybe I think you're extra cute when you blush."

You huff at that, a playful smile gracing your lips as you mirror his actions and lean back against the blanket.

"I'm not that cute," you mutter, making Namjoon scoff.

"Oh please!" He exclaims, leaning over to poke your side. "You're the cutest fucking person I've ever met."

Groaning you drop back so that your body is resting fully on the blanket now, your hands moving to cover your face as embarrassment fills you.

"Shut up," you deadpan, and Namjoon only chuckles.

"That just furthered my point, beautiful. You're fucking cute."

Removing your hands from your face, you turn your head so that you're looking up at him, the boy almost glowing in the dim moonlight. There's a bright smile on his face, dimples protruding, and you're smiling gleefully at him as you reach over to take his hand in yours.

"Tell me about you," you murmur, tangling your fingers with his. Namjoon hums, his gaze focused on your entwined hands.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

Clicking his tongue, Namjoon pushes the basket away with his free hand before maneuvering his body so that he's laying next to you. Bringing your joined hands to his chest, he rests them there comfortably as he turns his head to look at you.

"Alright. Where do you want me to begin?"

"Hmm," you hum quietly, your forehead gently pressing against his. "How about your fraternity?"

Nodding at your words, Namjoon brings you closer to him before he begins speaking.

"Well," he starts, fingers idly playing with yours. "For starters, I never even wanted to be president in the first place. My brother had gone to the same university as me, he graduated after my first year of college, and he had been the president of Sigma Chi. He was your typical frat brother, if I'm honest," he chuckles, shaking his head. "He lived for all of the parties and shit like that. All of his friends practically worshiped him. And when he graduated, I guess they all assumed that I was the same as him so they elected me as their president. I think they regret it, though, because while I do love partying from time to time, I like my studies a lot more."

You nod in acknowledgement, your hand tightening in his as you offer him a smile.

"What's your major?" You ask quietly, and Namjoon beams.

"I'm a double major, actually," he replies sheepishly. "English Literature and Creative Writing."

Your eyebrows raise at that, shock flashing over your features as you nod, impressed.

"Really?" You ask, and he nods.

"Really," he affirms.

"What made you double up?"

He shrugs, fingers twisting idly in yours, as he turns his head up to look at the sky.

"You know how Astronomy is your passion?" You nod, gesturing for him to go on. "Well writing is mine. Whether it's me reading other people's writing or creating my own, I love it. Being able to set my ideas or thoughts down onto paper is just so... Liberating to me. There's so much freedom I'm given when it comes down to it and I love it. Being able to write about something you love or are interested in makes me feel like I have the whole world in my hands, like there's so many topics I can touch upon, y'know? And as for the literature part of it... I love books. I love being able to read a book and decipher what the writer is trying to express through their writing. I've always loved books. When I was younger, my mother used to sit next to me in bed and read me to sleep. It was my favorite part of the day."

You can't help but let a smile grace on your lips at his words, your gaze watching the way his eyes light up at the mention of writing and books, and you swear that there was nothing more endearing than watching this boy talk about what he loves the most. And then he's turning his head towards you, your joined hands being pulled up to his lips as he places a soft kiss on the back of yours, before he's smiling at you.

"What about you, beautiful?" He asks. "What's your story?"

The smile never leaves your lips as you shift closer to him, your head resting against his, before you let out a sigh of content.

"Well, you already know about my love for Astronomy," you grin. "When I was younger, my dad took me and my brother to the Space Museum in D.C. and I swear I have never seen more beautiful things than I did there. There were so many displays of the different stars and constellations, and not to mention the pretty badass displays of the galaxy and planets. But I think the moment I knew I wanted to learn more about it was when we entered the Planetarium, the moon shining brightly, and the way all of the planets were set up... The galaxy is huge, and I knew there was so much more to learn about it than just the planets and stars -- so I decided to pursue that."

Namjoon nods, listening intently to you with a smile on his face.

"As for the sorority," you hum, shrugging your shoulders. "This might sound really bad but I had originally only joined because it was much cheaper to live on Greek Row than in an actual dorm room."

Choking back a laugh, Namjoon's grin widens as he tugs your hand closer to him.

"Are you serious?" He asks, amused, to which you nod.

"Listen," you poke his chest. "I would much rather spend my money on living with a bunch of girls who think that breaking a nail is the worst thing that could ever happen to them than having to share a dorm room with someone who hates people. And besides, I love it now. After learning about all the activities we get to do, I've grown to love both the sorority and my fellow sisters. Helping to raise money for different charities as well as fundraising for the school really gives someone a good perspective on life."

Nodding, he hums in appreciation.

"That part I understand," he says quietly. "It always feels better helping those who need someone to lean on."

"Absolutely," you agree wholeheartedly.

Silence falls over the pair of you then, the two of you relishing in each other's company you your gaze casts to the sky above you. The dark sky is illuminated with millions of tiny stars, each one twinkling, some noticeably brighter than others. Between the stars glimmering like diamonds in the sky and the pale moonlight, you couldn't help but let a feeling of content wash over you as you melt into Namjoon's side.

"The stars are beautiful tonight," you murmur. Namjoon hums in agreement.

"They are," he nods. "But not nearly as beautiful as you."

Your head turns to look at him as he grins widely at you, the boy pushing himself up off of the ground before taking your hand and pulling you up with him. Wordlessly he's bringing you over to the telescope that stood on the grass, perfectly angled so that he was able to show you something he had discovered only a few days ago.

"I brought you here so I could show you something," he says quietly, taking your hand and pulling you over to the eyepiece.

He gestures for you to take a peek, which you excitedly do, as you lean down and close one eye to see through the lens. Immediately you're met with an asterism of stars, your mouth falling open when you realize what he had wanted to show you; the Big Dipper. Shifting to the right just a tad, you can see the bright, shimmering light emitting from the North Star, the sight alone being the most beautiful thing you've ever witnessed before in your life. You can feel Namjoon shift nervously beside you, your head lifting from the telescope as you look at him.

"That's the Big Dipper, right?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I wasn't sure if it was or not and I didn't want to end up being the world's biggest idiot --"

His words stop short when you fling your arms around his neck and pull him tightly to you, your face dropping to rest in the crook of his neck as you hug him tightly. Instantly regaining his composure he's sliding his arms around your waist and tugging you close to him, a shy smile spreading across his lips as you lift your head to beam happily at him.

"Thank you," you say quietly, to which Namjoon nods.

"Anytime, beautiful."

It's a little past midnight when Namjoon pulls up in front of Chi Omega, dazed smiles on both yours and his faces as the two of you step out of the car. His hand is tightly entwined with yours as the two of you walk past the entrance gate and up the stairs leading to the house. Your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest as you face him, your teeth chewing on the inside of your lip as you try to calm yourself down. Bashfully your gaze drops to the porch steps, the smile that you tried to contain from spreading across your lips finally making it's way to the light as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I had a great time tonight," you say earnestly, finally lifting your gaze to meet the warm one of Namjoon's. The boy grins, his hands taking both of yours as he brings them up to his lips to press a soft kiss to them.

"Me too," he admits.

Silence falls over the two of you then as you stand there underneath the dim light of the porch, your gaze never breaking from his, and you can feel the butterflies fluttering wildly in the pit of your stomach as Namjoon begins to lean in towards you. For just a moment you feel a flash of panic strike through you, but that feeling is quickly washed away with sheer, utter, happiness as you finally feel his lips press against yours, and god, they were just as soft as you imagined they would be. Sighing against his mouth, you push yourself up on your toes as a way to get closer to him while your mouth moves slowly against his. It's not rushed, there's no harsh movements, and the way his lips are moving languidly against yours is enough to make your head spin, your brain feeling as if it's going to explode the second you pull away.

You're panting as your eyes flutter open, your gaze meeting the smiling face of Namjoon, and you let out a sigh of content as he pulls you closer to his body.

"I have a confession to make," he says quietly, lifting one hand to rest softly on the side of your face. "I knew who you were the night of the party -- but not because of what you thought."

Confusion filters through your body then, your eyebrows casting downwards as your face scrunches up.

"Freshman orientation," he begins, pulling your body flush against his. "I bumped into the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had a constellation backpack and a timid look on her face, I knew she had just started school here too. I was going to apologize for ever so rudely bumping into her because I wasn't watching where I was going but the moment I turned back around to do so, she was gone. And then I saw her again -- during rush week."

Realization had swept over you then, his story beginning to click in your head, and you let a small smile grace across your lips at his words.

"I thought fate had brought me back to you," he chuckles quietly, shaking his head. "But now I realized that it wasn't fate -- it was the constellations in the sky. I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, (Y/N), hell – you still are -- and the night at the party... I took that as my chance to finally take my shot and get to know you, so I did."

By the end of his story, you're grinning like the Cheshire Cat. The moment his words flitter through the air, you're pulling him back down to your mouth and kissing him fervently. Humming against your lips, Namjoon's grip on your waist tightens as you tilt your head, deepening the kiss. His tongue pushes past the seam of your lips before finding yours, the sensation making both you and him groan into each other's mouths as he walks you backwards. You don't even notice that he has you pressed back against the wall until his hand is cautiously wrapping around your thigh before he hooks it around his hip, your lower bodies pressing together as he groans against your mouth.

"I should go," he mutters against your lips. "Or else I'm not going to be able to stop myself."

You break away from his mouth then, his beestung lips stained red from the intensity of the kiss, and you can't help but smirk at the sight as you tug him closer to you. Slowly you let your hips roll into his, the action drawing the sweetest, most guttural groan from the boy's throat as you lean up to press your mouth to his ear.

"I don't want you to stop," you whisper.

That was enough for him.

Wordlessly he's crashing his mouth back onto yours, his hand now reaching for your other thigh before he's hoisting you up onto his waist before blindly reaching out and opening the door to the sorority house. It's almost pitch black inside, save for the lamp in the entryway, and Namjoon is pulling away from you so he can adjust to his surroundings.

"Where is your room?" He breathes out, and you grin at his breathless composure.

"Up the stairs and to the right. I don't have a roommate, so..."

You let your words drift off at the end as you send a dirty smirk towards Namjoon, the boy growling as he all but slams his lips against yours. Tongues and teeth clash together in a messy battle as the two of you blindly go up the stairs, nothing but the feeling of each other's hands and lips on both of your minds. The moment you're locked safe inside the confinements of your bedroom, you're leaping towards him and pulling him over to your bed. Somewhere in the mass of falling between the sheets, your sweater and his jacket had been discarded, the articles of clothing falling into a mindless heap on the floor as his body crawls over yours.

There's a look of hunger deep within the chestnut eyes of his, a primal look crossing his features as his hands slide up the length of your torso. Plump lips kiss along the edge of your jaw, teeth gently nipping at your skin every now and again, and Namjoon can't help but let out a quiet growl when his hands cup over your clothed breasts.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby," he grits out, hips rolling into yours and drawing a moan from your lips.

Arching your back, you help guide Namjoon's hand to the back of you so that he has more room to unclasp your bra (which he does in the speed of light), before he's breaking his lips from your skin and enveloping them around the mound of your breast. Heat pools within your lower stomach as his hot, wet tongue swirls around your pert nipple, your chest instinctively arching into him while his hand fondles the other. He's humming against you, the sound reverberating against your chest, and you can feel the gentle poke of his arousal against your jean-clad thigh as your hips lift up to roll harshly into his.

"Namjoon," you breathe out, causing the boy to smirk wildly against your skin.

Wordlessly he's switching his mouth over to the other breast, his hand fondling with the one he had just abandoned, while his free hand travels down the length of your body to rest just above the hem of your jeans. Letting out a whine when you feel his mouth leave your breast, you reach down to unbutton his pants when he catches your wrist. Bringing it up above your head, he pins it there as he smirks from above you.

"And what do you think you're doing?" He asks, coyly, making you whine again.

"I want to pleasure you too, Joon," you pout, making Namjoon chuckle.

The hand that was resting right above the hem of your jeans now slid over the brass button that held them together, long slender digits popping it open as he mouths at your flesh.

"Not tonight, baby girl," he murmurs against your skin. "We can deal with that another time, but right now I want to focus on you."

And with that, he's sliding the jeans down your legs and tossing them into a heap on the floor. Slithering back up your body, his eyes rake over every inch and curvature, the boy licking his lips in anticipation as he smirks widely at your breathless form. Letting the tip of his finger gently graze along the flesh of your collarbone, Namjoon slides it down to the valley between your breasts, swirling the digit around the circular shape of your belly button before letting it run along the hem of your panties. A devilish smirk is dancing across his lips as you let out another whine, the fabric covering your core becoming more and more itchy and uncomfortable with each graze of his finger.

Your hands are twisted in his honey locks, a whimper falling from your lips as Namjoon finally pulls the dreaded material down your legs. You suck in a harsh breath when the cool air hits your core, a moan slipping from your mouth as you buck up into Namjoon's touch. The soft caress of his fingers against your folds are enough to send your head reeling, your eyes squeezing shut as he teasingly slides the digit along your core.

"Namjoon," you whine, bucking your hips up once more. "Fuck, can you touch me – please?"

Chuckling at your begging, Namjoon abides by your words, slowly sliding one digit between your folds. The sound that escapes your throat makes his cock twitch painfully in his pants, his eyes darting up to see your form arched upwards, a look of pleasure and relief on your face as you moan out his name. Your reaction only fuels the fire inside of him, the boy curling the digit upwards inside of you, effectively making another loud moan slip past your lips.

"Does that feel good, baby girl?" He asks, already knowing the answer. The only response he receives is a moan of pleasure, the boy chuckling once more as he tilts his head in mock confusion. "What was that, baby? Use your words, beautiful."

A whine escapes you as he teases, your hand tugging harshly at his honey locks while your hips roll into his hand.

"God," you pant, your body heating up with every stroke of his finger. "God, Joon, it feels so fucking good."

At your words, he manages to slip in a second digit, this time curling both of them upwards in your slick heat. He's knuckle deep, now, and your body twinges with pleasure as you feel him brush against a spot that makes your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl.

"Oh -- fuck!"

Your response makes the boy hum softly, his next movements drawing the loudest moan to emit from your throat. Plump lips wrap around your sensitive bud, loud, lewd sucks emitting from Namjoon's mouth as he laps at your clit. The sensation he's making you feel – between the harsh flicks of his tongue and the curving movements of his fingers -- is so much more than what any guy before him could do. While the guys you had slept with before were mostly drunken mistakes, full of messy kisses and confused movements, Namjoon was anything but. There was a hidden passion in his movements, a sense of adventure and excitement that came with every touch or kiss. He was art in the form of a man, he was a star on earth – and now he was yours.

Feeling the familiar sensation of pleasure contracting in your lower body, you're gripping harshly onto his locks while your hips lift off of the bed and roll into his face.

"Fuck, I'm coming!"

Your shout echoes around the bedroom, pleasure overwhelming your body as your release washes over you. Namjoon's tongue is still lapping away at your clit, his fingers helping to milk your release, and he hums happily against your mound before he pulls away with a grin. Slowly your eyes flutter open, your blurry vision focusing on the glistening chin of the boy in front of you, and you can't help but lick your lips at the sight. Tugging his head forward, you gesture for him to come up to you with a small whine.

"Joonie," you pant out. "I need you."

Your words draws another painful twitch from Namjoon's cock, his hips almost jerking at the sound of your voice, but he keeps his composure.

"What do you need, baby girl?" He asks coyly, smirking devilishly at you.

Tugging at the fabric of his shirt, you motion for him to take it off as you arch your back off of the bed.

"I need you to fuck me."

The second those words are falling from your mouth, Namjoon lets out a deep, feral growl before he's slithering up your body. Carelessly reaching behind his neck, he grips the material of his shirt and hauls it over his head. You barely have enough time to admire his body before he's leaning down and crashing his lips against yours. Mewling at the contact, you rake your nails down the length of his back while he works on getting his pants off, the boy moving eagerly now. He pulls back just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his cock straining against his briefs before he leans down to pepper kisses along your jaw.

"Do you have a condom, baby girl?" He asks softly, and you nod.

"Bottom drawer."

Reaching over to the bedside table, he's fishing around for the rubber before grasping a hold of it. But before he can rip the package open, you're taking it from him and giving him a sultry smirk.

"Let me do it," you coo, pushing him off of you and onto his back.

Normally Namjoon would've protested, the boy not being one to usually submit to others. But seeing the look in your eyes and that goddamned smirk -- he was putty in your hands. So instead he leans back and watches intently as you rip the package open with your teeth, dainty fingers gliding the condom out of the package. Your gaze meets his, then, and the smirk on your lips widens as you lean down to teasingly lick the precum leaking from the tip of his cock, the action drawing a hiss from the boy's mouth as his hands entangle in your locks.

"Don't tease me, baby," he grits out, and you feign a look of innocence.

"What's the matter, baby?" You ask, batting your eyelashes. "Don't like being teased?"

A deep growl emits from the back of his throat then, the boy reaching out to grab the condom from your hand but to no avail, you had already slid it along the length of his cock. Gliding up his toned thighs, you let your legs straddle each side of him before you're taking his cock in your hands and aligning it with your core. Without warning you slide down onto him, the feeling making both you and Namjoon groan in pleasure  as his thick cock delves between your tight walls. Your breath is hitched, thighs clenching together, and you feel your muscles contract around him as you start to glide your hips into his.

Blunt nails are digging into the flesh of your hips, grunts and groans escaping Namjoon's mouth each time you rose and dropped onto him. The feeling of you around him is so much more than he could have ever imagined, especially when he feels you clench around his cock, enveloping his thick length in a way that makes his hips buck up harshly into yours. Your head is thrown back, hands running over the length of your body and cupping your breasts, as you moan his name loudly, your hips swirling and meeting every buck of his hips. Dropping your hands down to rest on his toned thighs, you angle your body so that his cock can delve deeper within you, the motion making your lower body clench in pleasure while Namjoon lets out the loudest guttural groan.

"Fuck, (Y/N)," he pants out. "Just like that, baby girl."

Mewl after mewl, moan after moan, you're being brought closer and closer to your release. Namjoon's got a tight grip on your hips now, the boy angling his own hips so that his cock brushes against the same spot his fingers had done only moments before. Reaching between your bodies, he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit before rubbing harsh circles on it, the movements making your hips instantly buck against him, a broken mantra of his name floating from your lips as you feel your release wash over you. Flashes of white illuminate your closed eyelids, your hips riding out your high in slow circles. Namjoon isn't far behind you, the boy sending his hips bucking upwards for a few good measures before he's finding his own release, both of you panting heavily as you fall into a heap of sweat, tangled limbs, and lingering kisses.

Once Namjoon has slid fully out of you, he's slipping the condom off his cock and tossing it into the trashcan next to your bed. Soft, pillow-like kisses are being littered along your bare shoulder, his arms wrapping protectively around your waist as he pulls you into his chest, your hand finding his before you slip your fingers between the spaces of his. Bringing your entwined hands up to his mouth, Namjoon places a soft kiss to your flesh before he leans in to press a kiss to your lips.

"Thank you for giving me a chance," he murmurs against your mouth, making you grin sheepishly against his.

"Thank you for being so wonderful."

A peaceful bliss falls over the two of you then, your fucked out bodies begging for sleep. So you let yourself press flush against his body, your hands still entwined, before the two of you fall asleep with the pale light of the moon and the glimmering glow of the stars peeking through your window and illuminating both yours and his body.

#bts smut #namjoon smut #rm smut #bts scenarios #namjoon scenarios

[nojam-secrettime]

142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” [NCT’s Johnny]

Genre: college!AU, suggestive fluff?, has swearing

Word Count: 3k

Admin: Rianne⭐️

Note: I’m like so rusty, I haven’t written in ages. But here you go, have some of my newest bias.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m just not really into you anymore.” Sanghyun said as he shrugged his shoulders before running off to meet his boys.

You expected it, of course, you had felt Sanghyun losing interest in you but you kept denying your gut feeling. He had asked you to be his girlfriend after all. Nobody asked you ever, so the fact that said he liked you and gave you all of his attention was a drastic change from any other boy you had liked, you said yes.

It had started out great, he understood that he couldn’t come between you and your best friend. And that nobody could ever make you stop hanging out. And he never seemed to get jealous about it either. He called you to talk before you went to sleep but after gaming, of course. He picked you up at your house and drove the both of you to school. You shared one of your general education classes together and sat next to each other, until he went off to engineering and you went on to the theatre for dance.

He waited for you after your rehearsals and took you home, or took you to dinner and then took you home. It had all become pretty routine for you in the last 6 months. Until he stopped waiting for you after rehearsals. And he stopped calling you before you went to bed. And he stopped picking you up to go to school together.

He said it was because he had so much extra work to do, he was learning how to fix his computer and was behind everyone else in his class. And you believed him, your older brother had taken engineering and he had spent days at school at a time. But you just had that nagging feeling he was cheating on you, your intuition told you, but you denied.

Until the rumors started, Sanghyun was spending a lot of time with Yona. The pretty redhead in the class you shared together, she was cute and hadn’t said much to you all year other than exchanging hellos. He still sat next to you in class but you could see him texting every now and then when he thought you weren’t looking.

You sighed to yourself, of course he lost interest, who were you anyway? No one special, dance was your passion and you liked playing video games with friends in your free time. You put it in effort with some makeup but with how often you had rehearsals, it was easier to wear leggings or sweats than to dress up something cute to classes.

You adjusted the strap on your shoulder and found yourself already arriving to the theater’s back door. You steeled your nerve before heading inside, you didn’t need any of them to be telling you ‘I told you so.’ Several of them had warned you against Sanghyun when he first asked you, saying he was a playboy and that you were just his flavor of the month. The only one who didn’t say anything was him.

“Hello, Your Highness.” He jokingly bowed before you and then threw his arm over your shoulder. He was never gonna let that down when you had been casted as Sleeping Beauty and he had gotten Prince Charming in high school, he started calling you that and had been ever since.

“Hey best friend.” You replied in with as much normal happiness as you could muster but that wouldn’t fool him. It never did. You continued walking towards the dressing rooms so you could put your things down and start warming up.

“Hey hey, none of that. What’s wrong? Something happen with Sanghyun?” He asked you, putting both hands on your shoulders and making you lkkk at him.

“I don’t really wanna talk about it here, Johnny. Can we talk about it after?” You said, your eyes drifting off to the side and at the spot on the floor that looked like old gum. His finger tightened just slightly on your shoulders before he pulled away and let you put your things down. You walked back out of the dressing room and he immediately took your hand, “Fine, tell me on our way home then.”

You kept your mouth shut, and merely nodded. That’s how it used to be, before Sanghyun. Johnny had always walked you home and walked you to school, ever since you were little. He lived just down the road and a block away, and you had met on the playground at the park when you were 6. He stopped a boy from pulling your hair and since then, your parents encouraged your play dates.

You went through rehearsal on auto-pilot but you could feel the gazes of the others. They had probably heard the news already, that or Sanghyun was already dating Yona right after he broke up with you. The whispers didn’t help either, the gossipers were going. Maybe she didn’t put out, maybe she was cheating on him first, maybe maybe maybe.

You soldiered on through rehearsal, Johnny was your partner as usual and kept sneaking glances at you to make sure you were okay. You would always try to give him a small smile of reassurance. But he wouldn’t buy it. Granted, you weren’t too sad per se, you had seen it coming. What really killed you was the idea of no one else ever liking you the same way again.

Nobody approached you ever, you had to do it, you had asked a crush about it once, and he told you he couldn’t because Johnny was your best friend. It took you by surprise at first but nothing would come between you and Johnny. All the girls who asked him out always asked in a way that told him if he dated them, he’d have to ditch you, and he always told them no. And there were a lot of girls asking.

So there was no way you could even think about someone asking you to drop Johnny. Not after everything you guys had been through, failing grades, failed auditions, great plays, pet deaths and not to mention, all of the bullies he kept away from you. No way in hell, he was your best friend, it was a package deal or nothing.

Rehearsal ended and immediately everyone began talking, it had been silence except music and counts but since then the theater rose up in a cacophony of sounds and distorted voices as everyone spoke.

“Are you going to the party tonight?” Jaemi asked you. There was a party every Friday night at one of the fraternities, this week it was Sigma Pi’s turn, the engineering frat. How ironic.

Before you could open your mouth and tell her no, Johnny came over, slinging his arm in his usual spot on your shoulders. “Yes, yes she is. Actually we both are.” He said, smiling at Jaemi.

Jaemi gave you a smile that felt forced, of course it did, she was Yona’s best friend. “Great. I guess I’ll see you guys there then.” She walked away right after.

You turned to Johnny, “I don’t wanna go to the party tonight, it’s Sigma Pi’s party.” You frowned at him. You wanted to do your best to avoid him and Yona at all costs, it would just be another blow to your ego that no one would like you again.

“And that’s why we’re going. Because Sanghyun is going to be there, and you are going to look like the hot little shit I know you can be, and he’s going to regret ever hurting you.” Johnny smirked, as you felt his anger in his words. He hadn’t complained about Sanghyun before but he was probably just mad that Sanghyun had hurt your feelings.

You groaned, knowing that there was no way to fight him on this, once Johnny made up his mind, it was settled. You were doing whatever he decided on, it’s how you both auditioned for Sleeping Beauty to begin with. And it worked out perfectly fine. Your bag in hand, the two of you made your way back to your house. He walked you all the way to the door before stopping you, “Wear that top with the straps that buckle and that pair of high waisted shorts that make your ass pop. Oh and that black heel you always wear out. You know which one.” He told you.

“Yeah, yeah, Charming. I got it, the usual slay outfit for when you wanna chase girls away or we have to kiss ass so the fraternity buys fundraiser tickets.” You nodded, before pushing him away so he could go home and get ready too, the party was gonna be bustling in about an hour and even then you guys were gonna be fashionably late.

“See you soon, Your Highness.” Johnny waved as soon as you were inside the house and ran off. You sighed to yourself, putting your things down. It didn’t sound like mom and dad were home yet, so you hopped in the shower and started to get dressed. Your hair was long enough to braid and blow dry so it fell in waves down your back while you did your usual makeup and pulled the outfit on as instructed.

It always took you by surprise when you saw yourself in clothes like this, dance kept you in shape but you never really got to see it with the leggings and oversized shirts. But now, it was obvious, you could clean up real nice. You filled a small purse with the essentials and swiped a red lip stain on when the doorbell rang. You pulled the strappy heels on and answered without looking knowing it was Johnny.

He wore the biggest smile on his face as he appraised you, “Yes, you. Beautiful and hot as always.” He said, complimenting you as he always said you so rightly deserved. He cleaned up nice himself, button down with a lot of his chest exposed due to lack of buttons on, dark denim jeans and his knockoff timberlands that he didn’t care if alcohol spilled on. Messy bedhead hair that he always had, and his random assortment of rings on his fingers just for show.

“You look good too.” You told him, knowing he deserved a compliment just as much. “Did you break off another button on that shirt?” You asked, noticing the fraying threads.

Johnny smiled sheepishly, before nodding his head, “I threw it in the dryer because I forgot about it and then it ate another button.” He took your hand, before leading you to his car, the Sigma Pi house was on the other side of campus and nowhere near close enough where you could walk in those heels.

“I keep telling you, you can’t dry this shirt. You’ll have to get another one if you ever need to audition in a suit.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes at him but he knew you weren’t too upset with the smile on your face. He opened the door for you and helped you into the car before going around the other side himself. The drive was short as no one else was on the road and he sped there.

There was one last street parking a little way over in front of the house and he quickly paralleled and came over to help you. With your heels, you were still nowhere near as tall as he was. But still, it helped when he offered you his arm. You walked in with your head held high, determined to not let anyone get you down.

Someone offered the two of you unopened beer bottles and you graciously took it. Johnny had an opener on his keys and helped you with yours. You clinked once before the both of you took a sip. It had been a minute since you drank, because you had that audition, but the cold beer felt so good, warming you from the inside out. “Now, where is that jerk.” Johnny said, taking another gulp of his beer, it was already more than half down the bottle.

He walked the two of you around the living room and towards the kitchen where random bits of food was bound to be. Everyone was looking at you, as you made your way through the frat house. It felt so weird to have so many eyes on you, you could feel the gazes and from you could tell it was mostly shock. You kept your eyes down, for the most part until you saw him. He was already cozying up to Yona in the loveseat, with her on his lap and a beer in the other hand. You caught his eye before quickly looking away before he could give any sort of look.

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” You murmur softly, but Johnny was close enough that he could hear you. He looked around until he saw Sanghyun and Yona together. You saw his jaw clench before he turned to you with that mischievous smile. He only did that when he was about to do something that you might not be on board with.

“I have a better idea.” He said, before crowding you up against the fridge. The cold stainless steel gave you goosebumps and you could feel your body react to the cold. His arm rested on the wall just above your head, and he leaned in so close, you could feel his breath tickle your neck. You were positive your eyes were bulging out of their sockets and your chest tightened as you held your breath.

“What’re you doing?” You asked him in a tight voice. His breath continued to tickle your skin as he lingered by your neck, his other hand came down to rest on your hip, pulling you close.

You swore you felt his smirk against your skin without him actually touching you. Johnny never did this, even when he was pushing girls away, the only thing he’d ever do was put his arm around you and pull you close. Or he’d let you drink out of his drink, to show that you two were together to deter girls away. Before he could answer, a throat cleared beside you guys.

“What are you doing with my girlfriend?” Sanghyun asked as you realized that he was the one who cleared his throat, your eyes immediately darted over to the loveseat and Yona was now sitting there alone as she watched Sanghyun.

Johnny kept his arm above you but merely moved away from your neck so he could look at Sanghyun as he answered, “Don’t you mean your EX girlfriend, since you broke up with her just before her dance rehearsal?” He said loud and clear for other people in the room to hear.

Of course, in that moment the DJ shut the music off and the audible gasp from everyone could be heard around the room. Sanghyun narrowed his eyes at Johnny before speaking, “I’m not too sure what you mean. Y/N is my girlfriend.” He said, stepping closer to the two of you.

Your mind raced as you couldn’t quite understand why he was doing this, Sanghyun literally just had Yona sitting in his lap. And he broke up with you, like actually said it was over and walked away. Did he think that just because you didn’t tell anyone, that he could just take it back?

Johnny scoffed, not moving away in the slightest, in fact he moved closer to you, pressing his body against yours just slightly but not uncomfortably. It felt as if he was making sure Sanghyun couldn’t try and forcefully pull you away. “That’s funny, pretty sure Y/N is my girlfriend.” Johnny retorted and this time you audibly gasped. You stood there frozen, shock, realization, disbelief flooded your system. Was he lying? Was he making shit up to make Sanghyun jealous? Was he serious?

Sanghyun stepped closer, “Excuse me?” He raised his voice at Johnny. “Did you say girlfriend?”

“What do you not understand about what just I said. Y/N is my girlfriend, you broke up with her this afternoon and I realized it was now or never.”

You gaped, mouth open, mouth closed, mouth open. You couldn’t find the words, what did this mean? Did Johnny like you? Has he always liked you? When did it start? Why didn’t he ask you before ? Granted, you were dating Sanghyun so why would he say anything.

“I knew it, you’ve been cheating on me with him haven’t you? That’s why you didn’t even cry over me, because you were already dating him! I knew it!” Sanghyun said before quickly walking away.

You finally let out the breath you had been holding right after, and Johnny looked to you before smirking. “Did you mean it?” You asked him in a quiet voice, you looked down to avoid his eyes in case he said no.

His hand on your hip moved as he picked up your chin with his two fingers to look at him. “Of course I did.” He said and you continued to gape at him. “I should’ve told you a long time ago, but I just didn’t want to fuck up our friendship. I’ve always liked you Y/N. Always.”

You closed your mouth quickly due to the shock but came to the same realization. You had liked Johnny, you always did, in the back of your mind, but also refused to acknowledge it. You guys were together since elementary, there was no way you were gonna fuck that up. But it did always make you happy when he walked you to school, you always wanted him to walk you home. Even when girls confessed to him after the bell rang in high school, you always waited for him and the two of you would get ice cream after.

You hated seeing him flirt with the sorority girls for them to buy fundraiser tickets but you knew it had to be done. You also hated seeing girls want him for themselves, you used to chalk it up to not wanting to lose your best friend but it was more than that. You didn’t want them to have him because you wanted him for yourself. He was your biggest supporter as well as the one who helped bring you back up when you were down. It was Johnny after all, the Prince Charming to your Sleeping Beauty.

You laughed and shook your head, smiling wide, “You know I think I’ve always liked you too, just didn’t want to lose my best friend.” You told him and you watched as he gave you his biggest smile.

“Good, I’m gonna do what I should’ve done so long ago.” He told you, before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. The whole world spun, your mind blanked as sparks flew, the room could’ve been on fire for all you knew. He pulled away but not before swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. “Let’s get outta here?” He asked you, pushing off the wall and taking your hand, intertwining your fingers.

“Yes please.” You said, already seeing the room devolve down into a massive orgy dance party that it usually did. He led the way out the door before you guys climbed into his car, he still held the door open for you to get in.

When he got into the driver’s seat, he put his hand on your thigh before starting the car and rested it back on your thigh. The touch was welcome and surprisingly a comfort, just as much as it was a tease. “Oh by the way.” He said casually, “I am the reason no guy’s asked you out. Anytime they ask me for advice on how to ask you out, I quickly shut them down and tell them you’re with me.”

“What? But what about Sanghyun?”

“He never came to me for advice and he kinda just put you on the spot one day after your class together, didn’t he? I didn’t even get a chance to ask you before you could answer.” Johnny said, “but it doesn’t matter now, you’re mine now Sleeping Beauty. And I’m not letting you go.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Charming.”

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[signed-manny]

ATEEZ as Uni Students

I really need to be studying for my mock exams but icbf and covid is killing my motivation so I stayed up really late last night (like till 2) writing up stuff for this because I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. So enjoy ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Hongjoong

In his second year of uni

Is majoring in Music Theory and minoring in Social Science and Humanitarian Studies

He volunteers at youth shelters and is part of the Activist club which organises meaningful fundraiser in the uni to bring awareness to serious issues

He’s not part of the band but he just goes to the band room whenever he has free time and composes pieces to be performed by either himself and his fraternity or the choir

He is however part of the textiles club and he likes to design and customise pieces of clothing

He is known as one of the most fashion forward students in the university and you can always see him giving people advice on outfits (if they ask for it, he’s not conceited)

He isn’t part of the theatre club or any performing clubs but he is quite frequently consulted to make sure the stage outfits of those performing are good enough (let’s just say he almost always has some sort of alteration to make)

Yet, he’s really respectful of how he presents his fashion opinions

Very protective of his frat brothers and tries to keep them out of trouble which usually doesn’t work out

He met Seonghwa at the age of fifteen and they began their friendship after a situation involving a firework and a chocolate fountain at their homecoming afterparty

They’ve both sworn never to tell the other boys but the others already know (it was in Hongjoong’s diary journal)

They just pretend they have no idea because you never know when that sort of information can come in handy

Even though he’s the leader of the KQ Frat House he’s the most patient and most of time it’s less like being the leader and more like being the most mature friend as the other boys in his group are really close in age

Overall a fairly good student, hands in assignments on time and doesn’t get below a C+ on anything

During frat parties he’s the best host ever, always throwing the most hype and loud parties on campus

It’s like he becomes a whole different person at those parties, the energy, the vibrancy, it’s all insanely powerful and brings a crowd together like no other

Seonghwa

In his second year of uni

Majoring in Veterinary Science and minoring in Performing Arts with a specification in vocals

He’s like the second in command in the frat house

Best friends with Hongjoong

He’s part of the Mythology club as he’s completely fascinated by the world of myths and legends

he’s kind of a dreamer in that sense, having always loved fantasy worlds such as Harry Potter and Percy Jackson

Also obsessed with shows like Supernatural

He just wants to learn as much as he possibly can about it

he would get in trouble during his schooling years for being so fascinated by things that were clearly fake and fictitious but that didn’t mean he didn’t find them interesting

Now that he was in uni, he didn’t have to answer to anyone and could read and geek out about whatever he wanted

Loves dragons

Also loves HTTYD (our lil toothless)

He works part time as a barista at the local café in the neighbourhood

He knows that it’s basically just the local hotspot for students from the ages of fifteen and above

The other boys in his group all kinda gather there during their downtime and Seonghwa really appreciates it since it’s always nice to be around them, no matter how much they drive him insane

He seems like he’s be an amazing student but he’s actually quite the opposite, always staying up late reading scripts and documents given to him in Mythology club

(He‘s just sick of being a student and after high school finished, he wanted to make the most of his newfound freedom)

He usually hands in his assignments on time but some are handed in a day late because he spent the night before doing it

Is always spitting out random mythological and supernatural facts at the boys

Some of them find it just as fascinating while others really don’t care what Seonghwa is telling them

But they just keep their mouth shut and nod along to their friends excitement

Seonghwa knows they do this but he can’t help it, he’s just bursting with newly obtained info that he has to share (Hongjoong is usually on the receiving end)

He’s the one member that all the other boys go to when they have any sort of issue or problem as he is the best listener out of all of them and also the best at giving advice

Yunho

In his first year of uni

Majoring in Earth and Botanical Sciences and minoring in Performing Arts with a specification in dance

Is part of the uni choir

He’s usually is pretty laid back and mature but he can get pretty rowdy when he’s with his best friend, Mingi

Is also part of the Activist club in his uni along with Hongjoong

Very social and friends with everyone

He’s more of a environmental sort of guy whereas Hongjoong is more humanity based

So he’s also part of the Greenhouse Gang (No, that’s not the actual name. Yes, that’s what he insists on calling it)

It’s just a group of plant-loving softies

Has a lot of plants

He sings to them

He also names them (it drives the boys insane)

People ask him to join more clubs but he refuses because as much as he likes socialising he doesn’t want to put too much responsibility on his shoulders

Is a relatively okay student

Very active and participates in class and lectures, always willing to give it a go and step out there with an answer that could very well be wrong (it usually isn’t though)

However, he hates tests and assignments

I’m his mind, he thinks he’s learnt enough during the lecture and by just doing basic study and revision, he’s obtained the knowledge needed.

He doesn’t understand the concept of being tested (well he does, he just doesn’t like it)

So, in class work he gets exceptional marks but in assessment tasks he usually gets in the B and C range

(Once he got a D but he doesn’t like talking about it since he can be an overachiever)

He refuses to drink coffee and only downs it like a medicine when he needs to stay up to study — he’s more of a tea guy

Also, he’ll only drink the coffee if it’s made my Seonghwa

During frat parties, he and Mingi are like the more crackhead partygoers

It’s no uncommon to find them ironically dancing in a sexy way to a Chase Atlantic song

YunHOE for sure for sure

Yeosang

In his first year of uni

Best friends with Wooyoung and San

Majoring in Biochemistry and minoring in Sports Science

He’s the only one in the KQ frat house to not be in a performing arts degree

Though he is part of both the dance club and choir (he’s just too shy to pursue a career in that field no matter how much he enjoys it)

Was born into a rather wealthy family

Is quiet and reserved

Intimidating af so no one really approaches him on campus

Though people swear that when he smiles around his friends it’s the most angelic smile they’ve ever seen

The people who actually know him (outside of the boys) are adamant that others understand how sweet of a guy he really is

Also insanely funny, he’s usually the cause of the random uproars in laughter that come from the ATEEZ boys across the campus

Even in class, Yeosang’s definitely the type to mutter sly comments and sarcastic remarks under his breath so that only the people around him can hear

Everyone else will be laughing away, and every student in the vicinity will turn their heads to see what’s so funny. Or people start sniggering to themselves, trying not to get caught by the Professor. And Yeosang’s just sitting there, a small little smirk on his face.

He was offered a scholarship due to his fantastic grades but declined because he knew he had the means and money to afford uni and wanted others who may need the extra support to have the chance of being accepted into the uni of their choice

Ultimately one of the best students out of all eight boys

He’s the kind of guy you see at the party with a drink or a snack, sitting off to the side and just observing the chaos.

He likes to join his frat buddies on the dance floor sometimes but prefers being the one to film all their embarrassing drunk moments to use as blackmail later ^_−☆

San

In his first year of uni

Best friends with Wooyoung and Yeosang

Is majoring in Performing Arts and minoring in Linguistic Studies

Is part of so many clubs; dance, choir, creative writing and photography

Very diligent and hard working

He was accepted on a leadership scholarship due to his very active student life during high school (essentially he took part in many clubs back then as well)

He has been scouted by a few modelling agencies but he refuses to accept any contracts and only works with them when they’re in the neighbourhood and need a model

He, Yeosang and Seonghwa are like the heartthrobs of the the KQ Frat house

I mean, have you looked at him, handsome beyond handsome

He is usually calm and cheerful but gets super loud when he’s with Wooyoung

When he’s with Yeosang they tend to combine their evil genius and are the renowned prank duo among their frat brothers

No one can out prank them

However he has come close to being caught before (which would have definitely led to an expulsion because, cmon, scholarship student — they always have it rough)

It was when he and Yeosang accidentally broke the sprinklers on the campus lawn which sent all the water to the ground floor bathrooms which then led to all the ground floor bathrooms to get flooded

Yeah…he likes to pretend that it didn’t happened but Wooyoung will never let him forget

He’s a very good student though, never getting below a B and always staying on top of his work

It amazes everybody, how this guy can be a part of so many clubs, have a minimal yet recognisable modelling “career” and be a model student

The amount of awards and merits he’s received…

I’m gonna stop I’m getting jealous

Mingi

Is in his first year of uni

Best friends with Yunho

Majoring in Music Theory and minoring in IT and Computing

His father is friends with the Dean so he kind of have an automatic in with the uni

But he decided he didn’t want people finding out so he went a different uni for a few months

He hated it there (because all his friends weren’t with him) and ended up transferring anyway

His frat buddies never forget to bring up his “betrayal” though, but it’s all in good fun

He’s in the Coding Club and Tech Team who are literal saviours during that week of school where all the Art students put on performances

He composes and writes songs with Hongjoong for fun (which the entire frat house then perform during Art week)

He has a lot of technology in his dorm room and he’s basically living the eboy life

Skates a lot but is super clumsy and always has cuts and bruises on him (they heal really quickly but he gets them so often he always has one)

Also he’s part of the schools basketball team but as a reserve as he has so many other responsibilities

But is a very good player and has definitely earned a spot on the team

Basically lives in the uni gym, takes exceptional care of his body and enjoys working out with San

Wooyoung

In his first year of uni

Best friends with Yeosang and San

Super loud and everyone knows it

If you hear someone yelling across campus it’s most likely him (or his friend Lucas, who knows > ~ < )

Flirty af and has slept with a few girls but never gets into serious relationships

He’s decent enough to make sure the girl knows he’s not committed to her or anything and just wants a good time

He just hates the idea of leading someone on, or faking emotions and wants to be completely upfront about how he just doesn’t want anything serious

(Let’s be honest, the girls he sleeps with are usually the same way)

People swear he has multiple friends with benefits but the few girls he has slept with deny it because it’s not true, he may have slept with them but it was a one time thing

Anyway, he’s majoring in Performing Arts with a specification in dance and is minoring in Sports Science as he was in AP Fitness in high school

He got into the uni on a Sports scholarship and is part of the schools basketball team (along with Mingi)

As much as he enjoys Sports Science, the workload is heavy.

And with his newfound appreciation for vlogging, he’s planning on switching from Sports Science to Cinematography (after having a bit of a talk with Jongho who encouraged him)

He’s grades are okay, never really getting above a B average (he did get an A once but it was an open book test so…?)

He’s also part of the dance club and is one of the leaders in the club

His voice is like a loud speaker during frat parties

Also, he completely owns the dance floor

Is always bopping to his own music on the spot and he likes to stay late in the dance studio choreographing his own dances

Jongho

In his senior year of high school

Was that one student who had friends that were all older than him

He’s just trying to get through high school while being somewhat of a loner .°(ಗдಗ。)°.

He does have friends, they just aren’t Ateez

Practically lives at the cafe that Seonghwa works in (because he knows that’s where all his older friends hang out)

He is applying to uni through a performing arts scholarship meaning he has to major in Performing Arts (he’s choosing to have a specification in vocals). He also wants to minor in Cinematography

He already knows he wants to be a part of the choir and band as well as the mythology club

That’s cuz Seonghwa usually give him his notes and documents from Mythology club since Jongho also finds that stuff interesting (but not the the extent of Seonghwa)

And by having the friends that he does Jongho’s already eligible to be a member of the KQ frat house

It’s no secret among the students in the Uni that Jongho doesn’t go there but that certainly doesn’t stop him from sneaking out of the house and going to frat parties

He’s always at the karaoke bar, belting them vocals

The leader of the choir club has already set aside a place for him when he gets accepted into the uni next year

He’s so excited for uni and legit can’t wait to graduate high school (tho the others try to tell him that Uni is just as, if no harder, than high school. He just chooses to keep romanticising uni life)

(tbh me too, can’t wait to graduate hell high school)

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Weekly Recap | April 6-12

I went on a bit of an Evanstan (re)reading spree this week as you can see!

Complete

character bleed by luninosity/ @luninosity​ (Evanstan RPF): In which Chris and Sebastian are cast as the leads in a Regency-era gay romance, and Chris has difficulty with a certain emotional scene...

ecce amore by Anonymous (Evanstan RPF | 3,8K | Teen): “You weren’t filming a sex scene in there.” Chris doesn’t have it in him to protest, anymore. Chris doesn’t think he even wants to deny it. He just needs this to be done. He’s not sure he’s going to last much longer with the pressure as it mounts again. “I think,” Sebastian tilts his head. “I think you might have been trying to make love.” (Inspired by luninosity's Character Bleed)

[End Scene] by Anonymous (Evanstan RPF | 2,1K | Teen): The Death of Captain America was, from conception to publication, one of the worst ideas Marvel had ever spawned. So of course: they film it, anyway. And he should not have been surprised by the way that it hits him. Runs him over and crushes him, skull to sternum, take after take after unforgiving take. The Death of Sebastian Stan is more accurate, to his mind. Admittedly, though: it doesn’t quite have the same ring to it.

Pleased To Meet You (Hope You Guess My Name) by Brenda/ @brendaonao3​ (TJ Hammond/Steve | 7K | Explicit): Or: TJ and Steve meet cute in a Starbucks and shenanigans ensue.

Seas(on) The Moment by luninosity/ @luninosity​, musette22/ @musette22​, paperstorm/ @paper-storm​ (Evanstan AU | 4,6K | Explicit): Quarantine coping mechanisms. Or: Sebastian watches Chris's internet cooking videos, and falls in love. And posts a video of his own...

Let It Be Glorious by brucespringsteen (WW2 | 8K | Explicit): The sign above the entrance to the large factory says American Army Men Who Desire Showers Are Welcome, and it is hanging haphazardly; the letters are big and blocked, and messy, and the bolts securing it over the big double doors are rusted. Steve turns to Bucky. “What do you think?”

it's this sunrise by howdoyousleep/ @howdoyousleep3​ (Sugar Daddy Steve | 4K | Explicit): He knows Bucky being grumpy and sleepy shouldn’t be so goddamn cute but, fuck, it’s the most adorable thing Steve’s ever been witness to (Part 11 of Modern Daddy Steve Rogers/Young Bucky Barnes)

WIP

Paradise Lost (& Found) by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel​ (Modern AU | 30/? | 67K | Mature): Meeting at a tropical resort AU where Steve is there on a 2-week honeymoon package after his fiancee left him at the altar, and Bucky is there for his sister’s destination wedding but doesn’t have a room because there was a mix up with the reservations in the system.

💙 How to Fuck With (and Feed) Your Soulmate by BlueSimplicity/ @bluesimplicity73​ (Soulmate AU, Shrunkyclunks | 13/? | 73K | Explicit): It’s called the Grey Space; a patch of skin marking you as blessed and the first sign you have a soulmate. Steve Rogers didn’t have one when he crashed into the ice. But he did when he woke up in the future. The second sign is the Sense, a sharing of one the senses to help soulmates find each other. Steve’s Sense, taste, is rare, but he loves a challenge and a soulmate is a gift from the Fates. Except instead of a blessing, it’s a curse, since his soulmate is a dick. Bucky Barnes loves food and a homecooked meal is something he cherishes. When his Grey Space starts to itch, Bucky can’t help his excitement, since the Sense he and his soulmate share is taste. But not for long. Whoever he’s bound to has the blandest diet in the world, ignoring all Bucky’s messages. After weeks of putting up with tasteless food, Bucky decides to strike back.

The Mnemosyne Project by onymousann (Post-WS | 5/? | 15K | Explicit): Someone’s trying to talk to the Winter Soldier. Steve intends to find out who. (Part 2 of ocean eyes)

💙 four dreams in a row where you were burned by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid (canon divergent, post-Endgame, 1945 alternate timeline | 10/? | 58K | Mature): When Steve uses the last of his Pym Particles to travel to 1944 and save his best friend, he doesn’t have a plan beyond leaving behind the battlefield and living his life alongside the people he loves. But the life that finds him is not the one he expects.

Re-read

💙 just a couple lovebirds (we got a good thing) by luninosity/ @luninosity​ (Evanstan AU | 55K | Explicit): Sebastian grabs his laptop, and opens a new client file, and names it Evans, Chris.

Bro by eclecticxdetour/ @eclecticxdetour (Evanstan AU, Uni AU | 3,6K | Explicit): Sebastian gets dragged to a frat party and catches the attention of an attractive fraternity brother.

💙 (baby won’t you please) run your fingers through my hair by luninosity/ @luninosity​ (Evanstan RPF, BDSM | 20K | Explicit): “I can’t just Google sex dungeons,” Chris says, “even if it is for a role.” Sebastian says, “I might know a place.” 

Commandments by eadunne2 (Evanstan RPF | 3K | Explicit): Thou shalt not fall in love with Sebastian. He makes it a rule even though he’s already broken it. He needs a reminder that it’s his own damn fault his heart is breaking. That he knows better.

Break Your Heart And Give You Mine by coloursflyaway/ @coloursflyaway​ (Evanstan RPF | 8,8K | Teen): Chris and Sebastian have never really been friends, but when Chris comes back to shoot yet another movie with Sebastian, everything changes.

when i'm with you by betoning (Evanstan RPF | 6,3K | Mature): In which a lovesick Sebastian is about to leave the dinner Team Cap filmed with Chelsea Handler.

What the Fuck, Why, What -- Fuck (and Other Boston Classics) by rallyonward/ @rallyonward (Evanstan RPF | 3,7K | Teen): So it happens like this: Sebastian calls Chris on a Tuesday.

notes from the in-between by radialarch/ @radialarch​ (Evanstan RPF | 4,8K | Teen): At some point, he thinks, he's stopped acting.

💙 It Takes Three (To Make A Thing Go Right) by Brenda/ @brendaonao3​ (Steve/Bucky/TJ Hammond | 10K | Explicit): Or: Bucky and Steve meet TJ Hammond at a fundraiser and take him home with them. It's the start of a beautiful relationship.

💙 Recipe for Demi-saster by Imagineitdear (Modern AU | 24K | Explicit): When Steve finally realizes he isn't broken, he settles in for a nice life of cookie-baking and kinky porn. Gone are the days of trying to push himself into flirting, no-strings-attached sex, or awkward dates with near-strangers. Gone is the nagging self-doubt that he should want things exactly how everyone else does. Years later, on one of his least favorite days of the year, he re-meets one of said no-strings-attached hookups from his past. Who just moved in down the street and seems to want to be friends now. After having a great time for *once* on a Fourth of July, Steve wants the same. But he’s forgotten something rather important: for demi-sexuals, there's no place more dangerous than the friend zone.

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