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sugrhigh · 9 months ago

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FAMILY TIES - ( m.s & c.s )

REQUESTED**

summary- you, matt, and chris go to a bruins game with the kids

warnings- none i don’t think!

girl dad!matt and boy dad!chris

a/n: i tried so hard to write this well and im still not sure if im satisfied, but i hope u enjoy!! kinda short but i think after this weeks podcast we all need a bit of fluff lol

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“it’s ridiculous that you always wear my clothes better than i do.” matt speaks, interrupting you as you stare at yourself in the full-length mirror.

you’re in one of his many bruins sweatshirts, which is a little too big for you so you have one side tucked into the pocket of your jeans.

you pad over to give him a quick kiss, hand pressed to his chest. “you still look very handsome.”

“thank you, babe.” he gives you a tiny pat on the ass, which still to this day makes your cheeks ignite.

your daughter, eve, comes flying around the corner into your bedroom moments later, almost running right into her dad. she’s all dressed up for the occasion too, clad in her mini bruins jersey.

“woah, slow it down there partner.” he scoops her up into his arms easily, and her eruption of laughter makes you smile.

“can we go now?” eve says through giggles.

“you don’t want to wait for uncle chris and parker?” you ask knowingly, and she sighs, leaning her small head against matt’s chin.

“i guess.”

as if on que, there’s a loud pounding on the front door, and you hear it open. eve’s face lights up, and she claps her hands together in excitement.

“they’re here, they’re here!”

“we’re here evie!” chris calls back, and the smile is clear in his voice.

matt sets your daughter down so she can run for the stairs, the both of you following closely behind her.

parker is hiding behind chris’s legs, one hand grabbing onto his dad’s black cargos for safety. the second eve comes rushing toward him, though, he opens right up as always.

they hold each other tightly for a second as you finally reach the bottom of the grand staircase, which gives you time to pull chris into a quick embrace too.

“good to see you, as always.” you grin, and he matches your expression.

“i can never turn down some family time.”

matt chuckles a little, clapping his brother on the back as they hug next. “you just want an excuse for me to drive so you can get a drink.”

“well, i can’t turn that down either.” chris jokes back.

“alright, who’s ready for some hockey?” you ask, mainly to eve and parker, who both bounce around with each other happily.

“me!”

“me too!”

you herd everyone into the car and get the kids situated in their respective booster seats beside chris. there’s always an extra in your vehicle, just in case parker is around, which is often.

you love the little guy. he really is like a mini version of his dad, and chris’s wife is gorgeous too, which also shows in his face. you were so upset when you found out she was sick, but she insisted you guys needed to go enjoy without her, so here you are.

most of the drive to the garden is spent singing along to the radio and keeping eve and parker in check. as cute as they are together as cousins, they’re also trouble. to be fair, they’re only three, so it’s in their nature.

you used to think that eve got her rebel streak from her father, but matt insisted it’s a trait that came from you. as the time went on, you realized that she’s definitely inherited it from your side of the family.

thinking about it makes you grin a little bit to yourself. she’s definitely equal parts of you and matt.

eve’s voice interrupts your thoughts, almost like she knew what was going on in your brain.

“are we there mommy?”

“almost, i promise.”

“pinky?” parker chimes in next.

“oh, of course.” you fully lean across the center console so you can extend your pinky finger to him.

he loops his own little hand with yours and shakes it, and you do the same with eve.

it seems like only seconds later you’re pulling into the arena’s parking deck, and the kids start kicking in their seats eagerly.

chris unbuckles them and helps them out into the chilly air as you round the corner of the car. thankfully they’re both all bundled up in their outfits, even complete with their little matching bruins beanies that matt had picked out months ago.

the whole walk toward the entrance, chris and matt take turns swinging parker and eve between themselves, and you’re all still laughing as you approach security.

matt scans the tickets and suddenly you’re meshing with the crowd, keeping the kids close as you head for concessions first.

the rink is all lit up as you finally make your way to your seats minutes later, equipped with two beers, two sodas, and two tubs of popcorn.

the kids munch happily from their seats as they watch warm-ups, just a couple rows back from the glass. you can’t help but beam, sneakily taking pictures of the two of them together because it just warms your heart.

“looking at the two of them kind of makes me want more, you know.” matt leans over from the seat on the other side of you, breath tickling your ear.

you nudge him playfully, though it makes your pulse skyrocket as you turn to look at him.

“just say the word.”

it’s his turn to go slack-jawed, and he has to clear his throat to force himself to stop thinking about the possibility of more children with you, the woman he fucking adores.

you’d never really talked about it after eve, since you were both so hyper-focused on her as new parents. plus, she’s always had her cousin every step of the way.

but maybe she’d like having a little brother or sister of her own.

“maybe they can stay at chris’s place tonight?” matt thinks out loud.

“let him drink that beer a little longer and i’m sure you can convince him.” you grin as you take a sip of your own.

a few minutes later the arena gets dark as the announcer hypes up the crowd, and you’re (mostly) all on your feet cheering once the bruins skate onto the ice.

parker is piggy-backing on chris’s shoulders, arms flung around his neck as his dad supports him. you’ve got eve on your hip so she can get a good view as well, watching the players while the spotlights focus in on the rink.

her eyes are as wide as saucers, like she’s totally entranced by the noise and the movement.

“daddy, look!” eve points at them excitedly, leaning in your arms so she can glance over at matt.

“i know baby! isn’t it cool?” he feeds into her enthusiasm with a wide grin.

your heart soars as you transfer her into matt’s arms, watching as he ruffles her beanie a little bit so she shrieks with laughter. it’s precious, watching him treat her like the little princess she is.

the national anthem plays shortly after, and the game officially begins. you watch as he points out players to eve, telling her different fun facts about each of them.

chris is bopping parker around on his back to the beat of the music, and he smiles along with his dad.

for a moment, you’re completely consumed by your own thoughts, so thankful for this little found family of yours. you turn your head to look at matt, and he meets your eyes immediately.

“i love you.” you mouth, unable to contain your smile.

“i love you more.” he mouths back.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #dad matt #dad chris #dad au #sturniolo fluff #fluff #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo

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augustjustice · 5 months ago

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You're the One that I Want

@steddie-week prompts: dizzy, drunken confessions @stevieweek prompt: girls night @steddiemicrofic prompt: one | wc: 1111 words rating: T | tags: transfem steve harrington, platonic stobin, sleepovers, phone calls, love confessions

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When the phone rang right around eleven, Eddie had to admit he was sort of surprised.

Not that he was any stranger to nighttime phone calls. One caller in particular had become something of a regular, post-nightmare soothing sessions in the first weeks after Spring Break soon morphing into inane chats about anything and everything.

But he knew she was busy tonight.

Eddie had been quick to learn, once he’d gotten closer to the Upside Down crew, that weekly Steve and Robin Nights were a sacred tradition. Ever since Stevie came out, the title had transformed into Girls Night, much like their very own lovely jock herself.

The importance of the day, however, remained the same.

And, it being Thursday, Eddie definitely didn’t expect to hear from her tonight.

Crossing the trailer, he mused over who it might be instead. Gareth, maybe, since he was still sorting out the kinks of his drum solo in Corroded Coffin’s latest song.

“Joe’s Pool Hall,” Eddie chirped when he picked up. “We rack ‘em and stack ‘em so you don’t have to!”

“Munson!” Robin’s voice burst out over the line, loud enough Eddie pulled the phone a few inches away from his ear. “Stevie needs to tell you something!”

In the background, he could hear Stevie’s muffled Robbie, nooo.

“Stevie-Evie, come on! Tell him, tell him, tell him.” The speed at which Robin chanted her words left them slurred, tripping over each other. “Exactly what you told me. It’s like–sleepover law. You gotta.”

From the shrieks and incomprehensible arguing that broke out after, Eddie could surmise they’d fallen into a drunken scuffle.

Finally, Stevie’s voice rang out from the receiver. “Hi, Eds!”

The happiness in her tone made actual butterflies erupt in his stomach. Goddamn, he was such a mess for this girl.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie answered, twirling the cord around one finger. “Sounds to me like you two lovely ladies are having a fun night.”

“Oh, yeah, totally. We totally were. But then Robin,” in her inebriated state, Stevie put extra emphasis on the end of her best friend’s name, “got this bright idea to play, like. All the girls’ sleepover games I missed out on because…well, you know.”

Though Stevie sounded put-out now, Eddie had no doubt the suggestion had delighted her. Indescribable fondness for both girls swelled in his chest.

“That right? What game are you at–prank call the hottest future rock star you know?”

“No, sillyhead!” Stevie tittered.

Eddie could practically see her, smile bright and nose scrunched up adorably. The image was so distracting, he almost missed Stevie’s next words.

“I’m s’posed to call…” she dropped into a hushed whisper, the crinkling sound the receiver made suggesting she had cupped her hand around the phone, “my biggest crush!”

The sentence hit Eddie like a truck, nearly incomprehensible. He felt dizzy with it, the bottom of his stomach dropping out the same way it had on the Gravitron at last year’s Fourth of July Fun Fair.

“S-Sorry, uh,” he stuttered out, “bad connection, I think. You know how shitty the service down at Forest Park can be. Cuz, for a second, I almost thought you said–”

But Stevie barrelled on, as though he hadn’t said anything at all.

“You’re the one that I want!” she sang out.

Her voice carried all the passion and fervor as the times she was alone in the car with Eddie, taunting him with her favorite new pop hit, or when she and Robin were goofing off, having a dance off after hours at work. Eddie could hear it when Robin joined in for the follow-up chorus of Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey!

The absurdity of it made Eddie cackle, momentarily distracted from the racing of his heart.

“Harrington…did you seriously just sing Grease at me?”

“I did not!” Stevie protested.

Eddie wouldn’t have been surprised if she had punctuated that claim with a stamp of her foot. But she followed it up with a little hmph, contemplative.

“–Well, yeah, okay. So what if I did? That-that isn’t the point. The point is…I want you, Eddie Munson.”

He gulped against the nervousness welling up in his throat. “Princess…you’re actually serious right now, right? This isn’t just, you know…the booze talking?”

“‘Course I’m serious, Eds. Don’t know how you didn’t notice–Robin said my mooning was getting so annoying. But that’s only cuz I’m like…totally in love with you, to be honest.”

It wasn’t as eloquent and romantic, Eddie suspected, as a sober Stevie Harrington love confession would have been–but, heart flipping in his chest, he cherished it just as much.

“Oh. Well, shit. Looks like…I better shape up, then.”

And even though he knew what he was about to do would make him sound completely ridiculous–he couldn’t help but smile, knowing it would be totally worth it.

So, Eddie took a deep breath and belted back, “Cuz my heart is set on you!”

“Eddie!” Stevie gasped like he had just performed a magic trick. “You know Grease?!”

“Stevie, you gotta swear you’re gonna take that one to your grave. But…sure I do, darling. You think I wouldn’t go out and see one of your favorite movies?”

“Really?”

The excitement in her voice was tempered by a sudden hint of shyness, the kind she usually hid behind a bold, confident exterior. Eddie knew exactly what that was like–and he felt lucky, that Stevie trusted him enough to let him see the vulnerability underneath.

“Really really. I’m gone for you, Stevie. Have been for…well, hell. A really long damn time.”

Stevie sighed, lovelorn and wistful.

“Me, too.”

Eddie was really glad he wasn’t the one that was drunk right now, or he might have suspected he was dreaming.

“Wanted to tell you for so long–” But whatever sweet thing Stevie had been about to say was cut off, as she suddenly huffed into the phone. “Oh my God, okay! I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying!”

“All good over there?”

“Sorry. Robin says I’m hogging the phone,” Eddie could practically hear her eye roll, before her tone turned mischievous. “Besides…now it’s her turn to call Vickie. Talk tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, Stevie. See you bright and early.” Bright and early for Eddie usually meant around noon, but, for this, he was willing to make an exception. “And tell Buck–I owe her one.”

You’re welcome! he heard Robin sing-song just before Stevie hung up, evidence she’d probably been listening in on every word.

As he wandered back to his bedroom in a daze, 11:11 blinked at him from the digital alarm clock on his bedside table.

Eddie didn’t even need to make a wish.

Travolta and his flying car had nothing on him.

#steddieweek2024 #stevieweek #steddiemicrofic #stevieweek24 #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stevie harrington #transfem steve harrington #platonic stobin #stranger things #my writing #my stuff #my fic

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etherealsdreaming · 2 months ago

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The Fairs In Town 💜

Summary: All the assassins decide to go to the fair in town. Unexpectedly, their crush is there as well and decide to split off and have a fun time with their future love. 😉

Altair Ibn La'Ahad

💜 He doesn’t care for rides nor is afraid of any of them. In fact he was forced to join in on this little outing. It might be your goal to get him on a few resulting in lots of begging and wishing he’d enjoy himself for once. He only complies when a stranger comes along, flirting; resulting in Altair’s jealousy raising and pulling you along, “You want to go on rides? Fine we’re going.” He ends up enjoying it and unfortunately for you he takes you on the scary ones. Only until you get tired of the rides, you both would get some food and sit in a quiet place on the grass watching the sun set. That was his favorite part.

Ezio Auditore

💜 Ezio loves the carnival/fair, the perfect place for a romantic yet fun outing with his crush. The moment he heard you were there, he’d be the first to split off and find you. Much to Arno’s displeasure he’d drag him to the loop-o-plane in which you were in the cage beside his. And each time both your cages would meet he would say something funny, romantic. “Salve bella.” You found it funny and after the ride he’d catch up and ask to join in on your day of fun. Both of you would go on ride after ride, holding hands and spend the last of the day doing games with him and getting you surprise gifts. His favorite part was the rides especially the first one that made you smile.

Edward Kenway

💜 His favorite part was going on the rides with you. Especially the octopus or the pirate ship and just sitting there talking and joking with you. He likes both the extreme and chill rides but made sure you both got to go on what you wanted. He would also be competitive when it came to the carnival games. Wanting to win each time and seeing who would win the most games of the day.

Connor Kenway

💜 Not much of a ride person, he’d only do the less intimidating ones. But he’d go on them for you or play games, pet animals and enjoy being in your presence. He is a pretty good shot at darts though and even if you weren’t the best at games he’d let you pick any prize you wanted from the games he won. His favorite part was the games.

Arno Dorian

💜 He hoped to spend the day with her but only learned she already had other plans. Instead now he was dragged to the fair with a group of friends who quickly split up. The only person who stayed with him with Ezio who ended up dragging him to the loop-o-plane just to see his crush then leaving him in the dust, under a shaded tree, trying to overcome his nausea. What a terrible day. Or so he thought. Standing in front of him she offered some bottled water and a smile. Surprised to see her she apparently was left behind as well by her own friends. Eventually they ended up going and playing games. This at least is what he wanted to give her a romantic outing and what's better than the fair? Better than a sunset view on the faris wheel? The most romantic part is his favorite part.

Jacob Frye

💜 He loves the scary ones; a true risk taker. But then you’d end up being dragged around to all of them. He’ll eventually get the memo when you pull back and he sees you getting sick. Only then will he feel bad and suggest perhaps you both could use a break. He’ll be sweet enough to get you some water or whatever you may need to feel better as you sit and rest. The good thing is that it gave you both some time alone to talk and joke around. It turned out the end of the day was the best part of the day for you both.

Evie Frye

💜 When you met her at the fair you couldn’t believe how excited she seemed. You didn’t know why; sure it’s fun; but there’s a fair every year and she’s acting like she’s never seen one. She had the entire day planned such as the rides, games you’ll play and when. First, the easy rides to more extreme ones with small breaks in between and looking at animals or the small shops. You couldn’t help but think how cute her excitement was and how she planned it all by herself. It even surprised you when she stated she hoped to see you there. Her favorite part was walking around the shops with you.

#arno dorian #ezio auditore #ac headcanons #assassins creed #jacob frye #evie frye #altair ibn la'ahad #connor kenway #edward kenway #altair ibn la ahad #arno dorian headcanons #edward kenway headcanons #connor kenway headcanons #altair ibn la ahad headcanons #jacob frye headcanons #evie frye headcanons #ezio auditore headcanons

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 3 months ago

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Assorted Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Soft Headcanons

Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Masterlist

A/N: I warned y'all I was in a mood. Thanks to @leighsartworks216 for letting me yell at them about this stuff. This is me at my full self indulgent, so, be warned. (If you want a part two with more thoughts, let me know! Or let me know which one of these you'd like to see a full fic for)

Astarion makes a game out of slipping food into Evie's bag and pockets

Like they’re in a market and when they get back she finds an extra apple in her pack. Or she searches her pockets and suddenly there’s a handful of roasted nuts that weren’t there before. She's asked him about it once they’re traveling, but Astarion just shrugs telling her his little snack deserves some of her own.

At first it was about the number of items, but when he realized he could cheat by counting individual roasted walnuts it lost some of the fun, then it became a matter of size

His triumph was a full loaf of bread (his goal is one day a whole melon)

He doesn't mention how he's notice her sneak her fair share of apples off some unexpecting merchant's cart, or how she slips extra food into a napkin before stuffing it in her pocket

And he certainly doesn't mention how he can't stand to see her hungry, even for a moment

Astarion just being cat coded, especially when it comes to cuddling

There are days he doesn't want to be touched; even after he and Evie get together he's got 200 years of abuse to sort through

There are times he feels guilty feeling this way, he knows for a fact Evie would never hurt him, but the idea of touching anyone just burns his skin

But then there are the opposite times, when all he wants to do is surround herself in her warmth and scent, listening to her heart and feeling her touch

Evie only partially chides him for it. She can't be expected to lay in bed all day to which Astarion only scoffs. She can't possibly expect him to just give up on his limited time alone with her (limited being a two hour gig at the local tavern). No, she's going to stay right there, with him and take his attentions until he good and ready to let her up again. Evie only laughs accepting her fate as she runs her fingers through his hair letting herself sink into the plush mattress and the comforting weight of his body on top of hers

Evie insisting Astarion would make a wonderful musician; he's got the hands for it and has never been silent about his opinions abut music

Astarion, however, really isn't the best student, at least with Evie's way of teaching

He has he potential to be technically proficient, but Evie learned by ear and that's how she teaches it

All the same, he does try and actually finds himself enjoying it a quite bit

There's something in the back of his mind, a half remembered feeling that he's done this before

The smell of the wood under his nose, the feel of the string under his fingers; muscles memory from a life stolen away

It's...comforting

He makes Evie swear not to tell anyone about his new hobby and she keeps her mouth shut

Astarion helping Evie find a good proper winter coat.

Astarion is actually really sensitive to cold so once the seasons change he’s like, “wait I’ve got gold, I can buy as many coats and gloves as I want!” Evie encourages him, but when he brings up something to get her, she keeps insisting she’s fine. Astarion knows that’s bullshit. This is the same person who wraps themselves up like a cocoon (hogging all the blankets at the same time) every night no matter the weather.

Astarion is having none of it and starts pressuring her to try on some coats, just to see how they feel. He watches until finally she slips on one and her eyes light up with that “this is it” spark. She looks good in it, but more importantly she’s warm. He can also see her start to mentally talk herself out of it. But before she can Astarion is already paying the shop owner. And he’s picked out a scarf and gloves to match. It wouldn’t do to have his love lose her nose and fingers would it?

Evie protesting saying that he doesn’t have to do all this for her. She’d been looking after herself just fine long before they met. Astarion just shrugs wrapping the new scarf around her neck as he tells her, “arguable, but that’s beside the point. I am here now, and I swore to myself some time ago that you would never be cold again. You wouldn’t want to make me a liar.” Evie touched, but needing to deflect says, “You are a liar.” Astarion looks her in the eye then, his expression taking on a severity that he only gets when he’s being completely serious, “Not on the important things. Not with you.”

Evie has learned how best to wake Astarion up without startling him too much so he hurts himself or her. Not grabbing him, but brushing a hand through his hair and whispering to him, or making sure he gets a good inhale of her scent or something else that relaxes him. It helps ease him out.

After that it's up to him whether he wants her close or needs to take a walk. It's part of the reason why he doesn't necessarily like sleeping by himself. Left alone with his own thoughts makes it easily to slip into that dark hole. Being near the warmth of his love and surrounded in their smell helps him know he's safe.

Astarion watching Evie as she takes her bows, stopping at a few tables to pick up some extra coin and chat up the crowd. She's lively with a bright smile, cracking a few jokes before moving on to the next table. It would be near impossible to spot, but he can as she briefly meets his eye across the room. She's getting tired and is ready to go home. Finally she makes her way to him, the mask of the performer sliding off as she sinks into his arms. He still doesn't quite know how she does it. One second the room couldn't take their eyes off her and the next she's just another face. He can't bring himself to complain though, it's easier to keep her all to himself and to make a clean exit. Still he offers for them to stay a little longer; far be it for him to deny her joy. She just shakes her head, giving him a smile, not bright but achingly warm, the one he knows is just for him, before asking him to take her home. Now that he is more than happy to do.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #astarion ancunin #spawnsong #astarion x evie #ace!tav #bard!tav #bg3 tav #bg3 oc

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madhatterbri · 2 months ago

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Bonded | W.O.

Summary: Hi can you do a Will Ospreay x Reader. Where the reader is married to Will Ospreay and reader, Evie and Henry go to AEW Grand Slam to watch Will and Kyle vs the Young bucks. And even though Will and Kyle lost Will wants to see his kids?

Requested by: @sunrise28sblog

Will Ospreay Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @magicalbuttertarts

Will didn't dare look in the face of his tag team partner, Kyle Fletcher, or Don Callis. He knew they would be disappointed in him. Angry at the Aerial Assassin for costing them gold. He could feel the daggers in his back as he walked up the ramp. All he wanted to see were his kids.

Y/N smiled in the locker room. She watched as Henry and Evie played together. A rare time of tranquility towards them. Henry would play with his action figures. When Evie was bored, she reached out her leg and kicked her brother gently. The room filled with her laughter. Her brother would tickle her foot and go back to playing. The cycle continued until their father walked in the room.

"Hey, love," Will whispered and sighed in defeat. He couldn't care less about not winning the tag team titles. The moment that crushed him was Kyle about to use the screwdriver. Will wanted to win fair and square even though the Young Bucks cheated.

"I saw. I'm sorry," Y/N apologized. She knew how torn up he was about this. He sat down next to her. Evie's attention turned to her dad immediately. Henry was long forgotten.

Their daughter was shaping up to be a daddy's girl. Anything and everything she wanted was given to her. Will was wrapped around her little finger. Evie turned and started to crawl towards him. A big toothless smile plastered on her face.

"Come here, beautiful," Will chuckled and scooped her in his arms. She sat on his lap. The baby snuggled into him. Henry noticed them and immediately became jealous.

"Daddy, play with me," Henry whined. His tiny fists filled with action figures. He walked on his knees towards his dad. Evie whined and kicked at her brother. This was no game. "Evie, stop!"

"Alright, you two, that's enough. Daddy can fit you both on his lap," Y/N scolded. The kids stared each other down yet accepted defeat. They knew their mother would place them back in the stroller.

The content father rubbed both their heads. He had a huge grin on his face. No matter the kind of day he was having, the kids made it better.

#fanfiction #aew #all elite wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #will ospreay x reader #will ospreay fanfiction #will ospreay fanfic #will ospreay #will ospreay x y/n

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suzy-queued · 10 months ago

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Jane Austen Quote

Evie! Thanks for this awesome @galladrabbles prompt.

Previously, on No Sleep 'Til Nashville, Mickey stripped and challenged Ian to do the same.

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In this game of chicken, Mickey was winning.

Ian gulped. It was only fair, right? Mickey needed to see his body for their boyfriend charade to work.

Ian peeled off his jeans. His t-shirt, going slow and begging all his parts to stay chill.

Mickey never broke eye contact.

Ian slid his boxers down, breathless.

“Patriot tattoo. Boobs tattoo.” Mickey nodded. “Carpet matches the drapes. Uh-huh.”

How could Mickey stay so calm when he was tearing Ian’s nerves to pieces?

Mickey stepped within touching distance. “Only one more question, hot shot.”

“What’s that?”

“How good of an actor are you?”

#galladrabbles #galladrabble #100 words #no sleep til nashville #gallavich fan fiction #no112 #jane austen quote

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callmekenya · 4 months ago

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Mal

Practicing spells and experimenting with new magic.

Exploring the Forbidden Forest at night.

Attending Auradon Prep’s Halloween events.

Painting murals around Auradon.

Sneaking out to the Isle of the Lost for old times’ sake.

Designing and customizing battle outfits together.

Stargazing from the top of Auradon Castle.

Sharing secrets and life stories.

Engaging in friendly sparring matches.

Planning pranks on unsuspecting students.

Baking enchanted treats in the kitchen.

Watching classic villain movies.

Attending royal balls and events together.

Discussing future plans for Auradon.

Going on scavenger hunts in hidden parts of the castle.

Helping Mal with her royal duties and responsibilities.

Drawing and sketching each other’s portraits.

Singing duets in private.

Practicing self-defense techniques.

Watching the sunrise after a long night of adventure.

Evie

Designing and sewing outfits in her fashion studio.

Attending fashion shows in Auradon.

Having spa days with homemade facials.

Decorating the dorm room together.

Taking long walks through Auradon’s gardens.

Hosting tea parties for close friends.

Practicing different hairstyles on each other.

Doing makeovers for friends at Auradon Prep.

Creating DIY beauty products.

Baking cupcakes and decorating them creatively.

Shopping for the latest fashion trends.

Watching fashion-related movies and shows.

Planning and throwing themed parties.

Visiting Evie’s 4 Hearts boutique on the Isle.

Helping Evie with her royal responsibilities.

Going on treasure hunts around Auradon.

Sharing stories about their mothers’ legacies.

Having deep conversations about their futures.

Volunteering for charity events in Auradon.

Taking photography trips to capture Auradon’s beauty.

Jay

Playing competitive sports, especially Tourney.

Sneaking out for midnight adventures.

Organizing and participating in Auradon’s obstacle courses.

Exploring the Isle of the Lost together.

Attending and cheering for Auradon Prep’s games.

Practicing martial arts and combat training.

Pulling off harmless pranks on Carlos and others.

Hiking in the mountains around Auradon.

Riding motorcycles and going on road trips.

Competing in various physical challenges.

Playing video games in the dorm.

Setting up campfires and telling stories.

Training with swords and other weapons.

Engaging in treasure hunts on the Isle.

Visiting Jay’s favorite places in Auradon.

Attending Auradon’s sports tournaments.

Working out and staying in shape together.

Helping Jay with his duties as the future Sultan.

Repairing and customizing vehicles.

Watching action movies and reenacting the scenes.

Carlos

Inventing and testing new gadgets.

Going on adventures with Dude.

Playing video games and having friendly competitions.

Attending tech fairs and conventions.

Setting up movie marathons with friends.

Building and racing go-karts.

Visiting the Isle and fixing up old tech.

Creating DIY projects together.

Playing with and training Dude in new tricks.

Watching classic villain movies.

Sneaking into restricted areas for exploration.

Attending Auradon’s science fairs.

Riding hoverboards around campus.

Working on robotics projects.

Attending Carlos’s Tourney matches.

Visiting the Auradon tech lab.

Discussing theories about their parents’ legacies.

Setting up treasure hunts with tech clues.

Taking part in Auradon’s talent shows.

Going on dates with Carlos and helping with advice.

Uma

Planning and leading missions on the Isle.

Sailing together on the Lost Revenge.

Cooking and preparing seafood dishes.

Exploring hidden parts of the Isle.

Practicing pirate combat skills.

Planning elaborate heists and treasure hunts.

Singing sea shanties together.

Having secret meetings in Uma’s cabin.

Helping Uma with her leadership duties.

Organizing raids against rival pirate crews.

Engaging in sword fights and combat training.

Discussing strategies to take down enemies.

Hosting pirate parties on the ship.

Decorating Uma’s quarters with stolen treasures.

Going on secret night swims around the Isle.

Plotting ways to challenge Auradon’s authority.

Helping Uma recruit new crew members.

Discussing their shared disdain for Mal.

Listening to the ocean’s waves together.

Exploring the sea caves near the Isle.

Harry

Practicing sword fights on the Lost Revenge.

Playing pranks on fellow pirates.

Sailing the high seas and discovering new territories.

Engaging in pirate-themed games and challenges.

Sharing stories of past adventures.

Creating new pirate songs and shanties.

Attending pirate feasts and parties.

Decorating Harry’s quarters with stolen goods.

Engaging in intense training sessions.

Helping Harry with his loyalty to Uma.

Going on treasure hunts around the Isle.

Spending time at the docks watching the ships.

Exploring secret passages on the ship.

Plotting ways to challenge Auradon’s rule.

Attending secret pirate meetings.

Sharing a flask of rum (non-alcoholic for the sake of Auradon Prep’s rules).

Practicing stealth and sneaking into Auradon.

Discussing their mutual distrust of Mal.

Helping Harry maintain his signature look.

Protecting each other from rival pirate crews.

Ben

Attending royal events and functions together.

Exploring the vast gardens of Auradon Castle.

Planning and hosting charitable events.

Discussing plans for the future of Auradon.

Going on diplomatic missions to other kingdoms.

Attending Auradon Prep’s football games.

Practicing speeches and royal duties.

Taking long horseback rides through the kingdom.

Engaging in political debates and discussions.

Helping Ben with his kingly responsibilities.

Going on secret getaways to relax.

Volunteering for community service projects.

Attending music and cultural festivals.

Hosting movie nights at the castle.

Preparing for royal balls and events.

Playing chess and other strategy games.

Exploring ancient ruins around Auradon.

Discussing ways to unite Auradon and the Isle.

Practicing ballroom dancing for formal events.

Going on boat rides around the kingdom.

Audrey

Attending and planning Auradon’s royal balls.

Practicing ballet and other forms of dance.

Hosting and attending tea parties with the royals.

Shopping for the latest fashion trends.

Designing and planning new ball gowns.

Going on spa days and pampering sessions.

Practicing etiquette and royal protocols.

Hosting sleepovers with the royals.

Singing duets and practicing for royal performances.

Going on royal tours around Auradon.

Visiting art galleries and museums.

Discussing the history of Auradon’s royalty.

Attending fashion shows and events.

Preparing for royal banquets and feasts.

Exploring the royal archives and library.

Hosting charity events and fundraisers.

Practicing archery and other royal sports.

Attending outdoor picnics in Auradon’s gardens.

Going on shopping sprees in the kingdom.

Watching classic Disney princess movies together.

#male reader #x y/n #y/n #masterlist #descendants masterlist #uma descendants #evie descendants #jay #Carlos #harry hook #gil #ben #ben florian #audrey rose

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johnnycakesswitch · 4 months ago

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Just a really fluffy hc that popped into my head and i thought i would share. Steve Soda and Evie going to a diner and getting a booth Evie always sits across from them so it looks like Soda is just third wheeling on a date but really Steve and Soda are holding hands under the table

AWW YES 😭😭🫶🫶😭🫶 I love this so much. She’s literally their biggest supporter. The three of them all love each other so much really, of course her and Steve are bffs but her and Soda got super close over the years as well. She was there for him so much after Sandy and he actually confided in her about his feelings for Steve because he knew he could trust her 🥺

Steve and Evie definitely drove to Sandy’s house to slash her tires and cause other chaos. Evie wanted to jump her but Steve only stopped her bc Sandy’s ass was pregnant otherwise it would’ve been fair game ✋😭 he knows his girl can fight

Also- what do y’all hc Evie’s full name to be? I’m imagining like Evelyn or Evangeline, something pretty like that. And honestly, send me some Evie hcs, we have absolutely no detail of her, the world is our oyster. I’ll prob post some of my own soon!!

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #steve randle #sodapop curtis #evie the outsiders #stevepop

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karespocketboyfriends · 2 months ago

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𝙿𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 2024 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚂𝚒𝚡

Sylus X Evie (OC)

Warnings -> 18+ NSFW (Punishment kink, oral male receiving, penetration via fingers, gentle throat fucking, light spanking, brat taming, use of ‘sir/kitten/sweetie’) situationship dynamic

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

Oh, this sounds fun.

I can’t help but think such a thing as I flip the page of my latest smutty novel. This particular story has a very mild plot, but the spice is written so well, it more than makes up for it. The main characters can’t keep their hands off each other, and the scene right now…

Well, it has me crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs together, has ideas circling in my head. They say not to replicate what you read in books, but that’s a hard rule to follow when there’s a trusted partner at your disposal.

“Hey, Sylus?” I call, not looking up from the sinful things unfolding before me in ink.

From the corner of my vision, I see Sylus look up from the book in his hand. One that’s undoubtedly more tame than mine. It’s probably non-fiction. Boring. “What is it, Evie?”

I take my time placing my bookmark between the pages. Slowly close the book and set it on the small table next to the leather chair I’m sitting on. “Are you up for a game?”

He takes a minute to respond, and that tells me all I need to know. I’ve caught his attention. Though I’m always ready for a ‘game’, I’m rarely the one to initiate them. “Do you want to play right now, kitten?”

“I do.”

His calm, quiet demeanour shifts into something dominant. He, too, closes his book and sets it aside, placing his reading glasses on top of it. Sylus settles back in his chair and lifts a finger, the locks on the doors clicking shut. The only ones allowed in his private wing of the base are the twins and myself, and although Luke and Kieran are out taking care of some errands right now, those two goons have a bad habit of popping up unannounced.

“Tell me your safe-”

“Crow.” I cut him off while picking up my teacup.

Sylus chuckles. “Eager, are we?” Slowly, he rolls up the cuffs of his sleeves. “Come here, sweetie.”

I blow on the tea to cool it before taking a sip, trying my damn hardest to keep from smiling and giggling. He seems to be in a giving mood. It’s a shame that I’m about to ruin it. “No.”

One thick brow rises. “No?”

“No.” I place the cup back on its saucer. “If you want me so bad, you can come to me.”

We stare each other down for what feels like a millennia. Then, finally, someone cracks.

“Let’s try that again.” Sylus pushes to his feet, sticks his hands into the pockets of his slacks and strolls about halfway to me, stopping in front of the long couch. He curls his finger. “Come here, Evie.”

This time, I don’t bother to hide my smile. “No.”

One corner of his lips curl. Then, I’m being lifted off the couch and carried to him by red and black mist. It drops me on my feet in front of him, and suddenly, I don’t feel so powerful.

Am I going to give up? No. Absolutely not. I chose to play the part of a brat, and now I’m going to see it through.

“Really?” I eye him up and down. “The big, strong boss of Onychinus has to use his Evol to get me out of a chair?”

One of his ridiculously large hands wrap around my throat. He holds me in place while massaging my pulse points with his thumb on one side and his index finger on the other. It’s a possessive hold, one that adds fuel to the fire burning beneath my skin.

“I could have manhandled you out of that chair easily, sweetie.” Sylus leans in closer to my ear, the tickle of his breath making my toes curl in my shoes. “But seeing as this is the game you’ve decided on for the night, it’s only fair that I play along.”

I don’t even try to stop the moan that spills from me. “I’m feeling a little feisty. Are you sure you’ll be able to handle me?”

Sylus chuckles and, very, very gently, gives my neck the lightest of squeezes, nothing remotely close to cutting off my airway. It opens the floodgates, has me gasping against his lips as lowers his mouth to hover just above mine. “Feisty? More like disobedient.”

Already, it’s too much.

It’s not enough.

“Please.” I whimper, wrapping a hand around his wrist. Not to pull it away, but to keep it in place.

“Already changed your tune? That was fast.” He pulls me closer, the contact of his body making something in the pit of my stomach throb. Still, he doesn’t kiss me. “Now, how should I punish you for that show of disobedience earlier?”

Oh, fuck.

I should just roll with this, should be happy with dipping my toe in the water, but a little devil on my shoulder whispers to make it worse.

I listen to it. “I’m not apologizing.”

“You aren’t?” His nose skims his cheekbone as I shake my head in defiance. “Isn’t that a shame.”

A cry rips from my vocal cords as his other hand suddenly cups me between my thighs, the heel of his palm applying pressure. Even with my jeans as a barrier, it still feels incredible.

Just as quickly as his hand appeared, it disappears. I whine and rock against nothing, the tease only making my need spike higher.

Sylus chuckles the way only a man who’s in full control and knows it can. “I don’t think you’ve earned that.”

I huff and attempt to glare at him. It goes poorly. Very poorly, given how heavy my eyelids feel. “Considering all the work I do for you, Sir, I’ve more than earned it.”

“So we’re mixing business with pleasure now? You’ve always drawn the line at that, kitten.” He blows on my ear, making my entire body shiver. “By your standards, then, it doesn’t count.”

Damn him, but there are other strings I can pull, other buttons I can mash. “Don’t you owe me a punishment? Don’t tell me you’re going soft now.”

“I’m starting to wonder if you’re confusing punishments with rewards.” Sylus’ eyes narrow. He isn’t bantering anymore. He’s moving this thing along. “Get comfortable on your knees, Evie. You’ll be on them for a while.”

This command, I decide to obey. With a lick of my lips, I sink to the floor and practically glue my hands to the tops of my thighs.

“That’s better.” Sylus hums, working to unbuckle his belt. “Are you going to be good for me now?”

“Maybe.” I tease with an innocent smile. “If I feel like it.”

Pulling himself free, he runs the tip over my lips. “Open.”

I do, swallowing him down as deeply as my throat will allow. It burns at first, it always does, but memory has my muscles relaxing, my breath altering, all to be able to focus on pleasing him.

“That’s it.” Sylus praises, slowly and carefully sliding against my tongue, thrusting into my mouth. Despite all the threats of a punishment, he is being heartbreakingly gentle about this. Even more so as he gathers all my hair, holding it out of my face. “There’s my good girl.”

I moan around him, and it must feel good, because his fist tightens in my hair. It feels so filthy, the way his head bumps into the back of my throat, the wet sounds that follow every push and pull of his hips, the way my saliva coats his skin to make the glide easier.

A blizzard of flames swirls in my core, my arousal so heavy I can feel it trickling down the insides of my thighs. I love when he uses me, and when his breaths turn to pants and he’s openly enjoying himself, I love it even more.

The devil on my shoulder is still present. It whispers to me again.

I know he’s not going to like it, but I part my thighs a little and slide a hand between them. The tips of my fingers just ghost over my clit before my wrist is seized and pulled away by a familiar force. His damn Evol. Again.

Sylus pulls out of my mouth, still hard and standing at attention. He taps the side of my jaw before pinching my chin between his fingers and turning my head up to look at him. He doesn’t look happy, and if I should be ashamed of the things that look does to me, I’m not. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

I shake my head, too busy gasping for air to answer with words.

He clicks his tongue. “Stand up.”

I do, and don’t move a muscle as he strips me bare, don’t resist as he spins my body and pushes me onto the couch. The cushions dip beneath my knees, the backrest sturdy enough to grab onto. Sylus pushes on my back until it arches, then glides his hands down my spine until they’re on my ass.

I moan at the feel of his rough hands on my soft skin, experience a new set of tingles at the bottom of my spine when grabs and lets go, over and over as if he were massaging them.

Or asking for permission.

“Please.” I whisper, arching a little more for him.

He takes one hand off my backside and runs it through my hair, gently gripping the roots. He turns my head just enough for me to be able to see him out of the corner of my eye. “Are you sure?”

I bite my lip and nod.

Still Sylus hesitates, gives me time to change my mind. When I don’t, the palm of his free hand connects with the right side of my ass.

I lurch forward with a long, drawled out moan. The sting is noticeable but far from painful, especially when he immediately soothes it with a firm caress. He does the same to the other side before driving his hand between my legs, groaning at how wet I am. “You’re a glutton for punishment, kitten.”

Sylus pulls me up until my back is pressed against his chest, knees still digging into the couch. He wraps a hand around my throat while the other returns to the space between my thighs. I gasp wildly as his fingers dip inside of me, the heel of his palm applying raw pressure to my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry, grinding against his hand. “Fuck, please!”

“Give me one good reason,” Sylus growls into my ear, completely ignoring the way I writhe against him. “Why I should let you come?”

I bite my bottom lip so hard, I’m surprised no blood is drawn. “I-I’ll be good. I-I’ll be your good girl again, Sir.”

He laughs and presses a featherlight kiss to my neck. It’s torture. “I think it’s a little too late for that, sweetie.”

I scream in despair as his hand disappears, once again abruptly snapping the rope of my pleasure. “I’m sorry!”

Sylus shushes me, brushes my bangs from my forehead. “I know.” He puts me back on the previous position. “I’ll make sure of it.”

SFW Masterlist || NSFW Masterlist || Kinktober

#l&ds #lads #lnds #love and deepspace #l&ds sylus #lads sylus #lnds sylus #x oc #lnds smut #lads smut #l&ds smut #love and deepspace smut #kinktober 2024 #kinktober

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beefromanoff · 6 months ago

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Tempting Fate Ch. 1

summary: a flashback to 1940's Brooklyn, 2022 Boston, and an introduction to our leading lady, Evie Langston.

author's note: OKAY GUYS, you asked for this! the post with my little drabble and idea for a Stucky x Reader fic got so much love that here I am. fair warning if you haven't read my other works (which you should) I LOVE to set a scene and I love a slow burn. I'll definitely get to the good parts earlier in this story than in my other two, but this is going to be spicy AND plot driven.

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Chapter 1

1940s, Brooklyn

The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and the scent of popcorn. Brightly colored banners flapped in the breeze as children ran around, and the mechanical whirring and dinging of carnival games echoed through the street. Among the bustling crowd, three friends stood out.

Ginny Langston was the center of attention, her auburn hair catching the light. She always was. Even at sixteen, her features were striking, catching stares from grown men passing by. Unbeknownst to Ginny, however, who only had eyes for her two best friends. Her stomach hurt from laughing so hard as she watched Steve Rogers attempt to win a prize at one of the booths. Their best friend, Bucky Barnes, stood beside her, a smirk on his face.

“Alright, Stevie, that was my last quarter.” He winked. “Try not to shit the bed again.”

“Bucky!” Ginny giggled, smacking his arm. “I believe in you, Stevie!”

Steve blushed, his determination clear. “I’ll get it right this time, just watch.” Eyes narrowed in concentration, he pinched the dart between his fingers and let it fly. With a loud pop the balloon on the other side of the booth burst, sending the trio into an eruption of cheers.

“Yay, Stevie!” She jumped down from her seat on the edge of the booth, bouncing over to Steve. She threw her arms around his neck, feeling his skin flush. “Can I pick? Oh, please let me pick!”

“Be my guest,” He gestured to the rack of stuffed animals, cheeks still pink from her embrace.

After selecting a floppy pink stuffed bunny, Ginny skipped over. Her eyes sparkled as she looked between the two boys. “How lucky am I,” she drawled playfully, “To have not one, but two handsome fellas to win me prizes?” To emphasize her point, she waggled the bunny and the stuffed bear Bucky had won by knocking down a tower of bottles with a baseball.

The boys shared a look as she linked one arm through each of theirs and led them further into the fair. The same understanding they’d had for the five years of their friendship passed between them. They both adored Ginny, but neither wanted to ruin the bond they had with her—or each other.

So, despite the chemistry, despite the daydreams…they resisted temptation. It worked well, their trio. Friendship before anything. The laughter and memories they shared didn’t seem to be possible with anyone else. If this was all they ever were to each other –– best friends –– none of them would mind. But that didn’t stop the occasional late night thought from creeping into one of their heads…wondering what would happen if that invisible line in the sand were ever crossed.

Fall Semester, 2022

Boston

The ballroom was a vision of opulence, adorned with glittering chandeliers and rich, velvety drapes. MIT’s alumni gala was in full swing, a celebration of the brightest minds and most generous benefactors. The room buzzed with conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the beats of a live jazz band. Alumni, staff, and donors alike mingled with current students. It was an exclusive event for students to be invited to, needing a recommendation from a professor to be added to the guest list. At one of the most prestigious schools in the country, the competition never stopped. Evie Langston had been thrilled when her invite arrived, especially considering she was only a sophomore. This event was typically reserved for upperclassmen and graduate students, with only a handful of younger students having received an invite ever.

She had been thrilled, but not surprised.

Since her arrival in Boston, she’d been making waves. Big, tsunami-esque waves.

For the child-prodigy community, she’d seemingly come out of nowhere. She graduated high school on time, not early. Her parents were insistent that she make the most of her high school experience, maintaining friendships, attending prom, walking with her classmates across the stage. They’d given her every opportunity to learn and grow, but not at the expense of her childhood. She’d gotten early acceptance to MIT as a freshman in high school after winning an engineering contest with such prestige that she was immediately contacted by a patent lawyer to protect her innovation. It was her first patent filed. She was 14 years old.

At MIT, Evie had quickly distinguished herself as one of the brightest minds on campus. Her freshman year, she had been part of a team that developed a revolutionary nanotechnology application for medical devices, leading to a paper published in a leading scientific journal. Her contribution was so significant that she was invited to speak at several conferences, which she politely declined, allowing an older member of the team to represent them. It wasn’t that she was opposed to speaking, it’s just that she felt like there were better uses of her time than kissing ass and galavanting around a room full of the most pompous, self-important assholes of all time. Her name was listed first on the publication, and that was enough of an ego stroke for her. Especially since it drove the rest of the all-male team absolutely insane.

Her sophomore year had only seen her rise higher. She had spearheaded a project that created a new type of lightweight, high-strength material, earning her a prestigious research grant and the attention of several major textile companies. Her professors often remarked on her uncanny ability to solve problems that stumped even the most seasoned researchers. She had an intuitive grasp of complex systems, a knack for seeing connections others missed, and a relentless drive that kept her working long after everyone else had called it a night. Plus, her ability to pivot between specialties like she was switching tabs on a browser was unheard of. She could go from artificial intelligence programming to biochemical engineering to robotics and not bat an eye.

Outside the classroom, she balanced her rigorous academic schedule with her job as a bartender. It was a role that seemed incongruous for someone of her intellect but was, in fact, a deliberate choice. It kept her grounded, connected to a world beyond equations, experiments, and giant fucking egos. It was there, in the bustling atmosphere of the bar, that she honed her people skills, learning how to read people, how to manage conflict, and how to charm even the most difficult customers. She loved being around her peers at MIT, the shared interest and the constant desire for progress, but she couldn’t stand their larger-than-life self image. Typically, she was opposed to sweeping generalities, but after a year and a half at this school, she felt it was a damn near foolproof hypothesis.

So, to the judgment of her classmates, she became a bartender. In an environment where everyone was either funded by the deep pockets of their families or a hefty scholarship, she was one of the few students who worked a job. Let alone such an unimpressive job. Ironically, the scorn of her peers made her love the job even more. The fact that they were losing grant money to a girl alone was enough to make most of them need to up their dosage, but a girl who spent her evenings serving up gin and tonics in a low cut tank top? Berzerk.

The best part? She didn’t even need the money.

Her parents were upper middle class, back in the midwest. Her dad was a partner at an accounting company and her mom had stayed home with her and her siblings. They’d spent summers on vacation, not the Hamptons or yacht-style vacations that some of her classmates had been raised on, but nice vacations nonetheless. They were more than comfortable. So when she’d sold her first patent in high school, her parents had put her earnings into a trust. One she could access when she was officially out of college. They’d had every intention of funding her education, but it was clear they’d never have to break out their checkbooks. She’d been offered a full ride to just about any school in the country.

There was only ever one option for her, though. The alma mater of the one and only Tony Stark. The Da Vinci of our time. The merchant of death. Iron Man. She’d wanted to be him since she was old enough to find his interviews on YouTube on the family computer. Much to her parents’ chagrin of course, who’d hoped their nine year old daughter would have found a more…palatable role model. It was he who inspired her love of engineering and innovation. It was he who taught her to be unapologetically confident. It was he who caused her to hang an MIT pennant on her wall and refuse to take it down. Even to this day, it hung above her espresso machine in her little apartment above the bar she worked at.

It was he who delivered the most kick-ass, jaw-dropping, profane keynote address earlier that day. She’d been front row for the whole thing, hanging on his every word. It was her intention to speak to him after the address, but he’d been swarmed by overzealous ass-kissers that she didn’t feel like wading through. She’d seen him up close, and that was good enough for her. It was enough to make her want to get back in the lap and continue her work on nanotechnology right that second, but she knew she couldn’t pass up the gala. Not when her professors had personally advocated for her invitation.

So, here she was. Evie stood near the edge of the room, her eyes scanning the crowd. She had dressed immaculately for the occasion, wearing a sleek, midnight blue cocktail dress that hugged her figure and highlighted her fiery red hair, which she’d styled into soft waves that cascaded down her back. Occasionally, a professor would usher some big-name investor over to her, making introductions and raving about her brilliance. So she would smile, put on her best impression of someone who gave a shit about their company and what their mission was, and charm her way through the rest of the conversation. At the end, she’d add their business card to the collection piling up in her purse, never to be looked at again.

There was only one job she was interested in taking after college, and if that wasn’t on the table, she’d start her own damn tech company.

She took a sip of her sparkling water, glancing around the room at the clusters of people deep in meaningless conversation. A commotion towards the middle of the room drew her attention. Her gaze landed on Tony Stark, who was making his way through the crowd with his usual effortless charm, evading those who wanted everything from a selfie to a donation to a job. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, a whiskey glass clutched in one hand and a cigar in the other, openly defying the no smoking rule.

Looking around, Tony spotted her, his eyes locking onto her bright red hair and striking features once again. With a roguish grin, he made his way over to her, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease and a dismissive attitude. As he approached, Evie straightened her posture, her heart pounding in her chest. No fucking way.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Tony said, his voice dripping with charm and mischief as he looked her up and down. She could have sworn she felt his eyes on her body like they were hands. “I couldn’t help but notice you earlier at the keynote. Front row, right?”

Evie nodded, a half-smile playing on her lips. “Good memory. It was an incredible speech, Mr. Stark. Truly inspiring.”

“Please, call me Tony,” he replied with a grin. “And might I say, you’re a breath of fresh air here with all these bad toupees and escapees from mom’s basement. The red hair, this dress—” He looked her over again. “Quite the combination. You certainly know how to make an impression.”

Evie smiled, meeting his flirtation with poise. “Why, thank you, Tony. I’ve always believed in standing out rather than blending in.”

“Well, you’re definitely standing out,” Tony said, his eyes lingering on her. “So! What’s a dazzling individual like yourself doing at a place like this? I’d imagine there are more lively places to spend your Friday night than this snoozefest.”

“They say this is the event to be at if you want to shake the right hands.” She offered a teasing smile.

“How’s that been going for you?”

“I’ve shaken a lot of hands tonight, but not the one I came here for.” A coy smile.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth, assessing her. “Would I be living up to the egomaniac allegations if I assume you’re talking about me?”

“Yes, but you’d also be correct.”

He grinned, shifting his drink to his left hand and offering her his right. “Tony Stark, Owner of Stark Industries. Benefactor and celebrated alum of this fine institution. Patron of the arts. Not really, but it sounded like it fit.”

“Evie Langston,” Another small smile. “I’m a sophomore, studying engineering, but having a hard time narrowing down a specialty.”

“Engineering, huh? A woman after my own heart,” Tony said, clearly impressed. “Wait, Langston, Langston…you were the one who filed a patent for that new material. What do you call it?”

“Nanoflex.” Evie took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving his.

“Nanoflex, right, that’s it. I tell you what, you’ve been giving a lot of my engineers hell these past few months.”

“Is that so?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Unfortunately yes, it is so. I’ve had my whole team working on an alternative material for us to use in the manufacturing of combat suits and after months of research and resource allocation, and way more money than I should have funneled into it –– they’re still lightyears behind you.” He gave her a mock-irritated look. “And you, Evie Langston, hold the patent for the thing I’ve had the brightest minds in the industry working tirelessly on. To no avail or benefit to me.”

“Would you like me to apologize?”

“I’d like you to come work for me.” His voice was decisive. “Say the word, I’ll fire the whole lot of them and you can take the whole lab. Seriously, paint it pink, hang up a boy band poster, I don’t give a shit. I’ve gotta have you.”

She ignored the way her stomach flipped at his words. “Tempting…as that may be, I’d like to finish my education first.”

He leaned in closer. “Don’t tell me you’re really learning from these yahoos. When I was here I felt like I should take advantage of the office hours just to teach my professors a thing or two about their subject matter.”

Evie laughed. “It’s not so bad. I’ve always had a difficult time finding things that challenge me. This isn’t much different.” She waved a hand. “At least they can throw a party.”

“Oh, sweet Evie,” He scoffed. “Let me court you. Professionally, of course. Unless you’re open to other possibilities––kidding, I’m not kidding.” She couldn’t help but chuckle at his candor and casual demeanor. He was funnier in person than in the interviews she’d all but committed to memory. “Come to New York, I’ll send the jet for you, let me show you what we’re all about. I’ll show you a real laboratory, show you what could be yours. While we’re at it, I’ll show you a real party, too. Unless things have changed here, the parties could be confused for a lively wake.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, this is pretty much exactly the scenario I’ve been manifesting for the past decade, but what’s in this for you? Something tells me you don’t come here to recruit talent.”

“No, I come here because my delightful CEO, Ms. Pepper Potts, threatens to donate my vintage car collection to a museum if I don’t show up every year.” He shrugged, sipping his drink. “As for what’s in it for me, that’s easy. Either you find me delightfully charming and decide to remind me why smart girls are the freakiest in the sack, or you fall in love with the endless resources and free reign over innovation and decide to come work for me. Seems like a win-win situation.”

Evie grinned, sipping her drink to hide the flush in her cheeks. She wasn’t a stranger to being prepositioned, but by Tony Stark? The temptation knotted in her stomach and she was grateful she’d opted for sparkling water, rather than something that might impair her judgment further.

“Deal.”

“Deal?”

“Deal,” She laughed. “I’ll hear you out. After all, it’s a win-win, right?”

“Every bit as smart as you’re cracked up to be.” He gestured to her almost empty drink. “What are you drinking? Next round is on me.”

“I’m not drinking, actually.” She held the glass up. “Club soda.”

“Straight edge?”

“Wanted to keep a clear mind, you know, in case I met someone…important.” Evie smirked.

“What a shame.” He downed the rest of his drink. “Well, the drinks here blow anyways. You’d think with all the donor money, they’d be able to afford top shelf, but I guess not. You happen to know if that old bar on McClaren is still open?”

“It is very much open, at least it was when I finished my shift last night.” She grinned at his double take.

“Woah, woah. Wait. You’re telling me you hold a patent that many interested parties, myself included, would pay well into the seven-figure range for, and you’re moonlighting as a bartender?”

“Something like that.”

“You are full of surprises, Ms. Langston.”

“You don’t know the half of it, Mr. Stark.”

“Well, forgive me for being so forward, but if I stay at this party one more minute then I’m at severe risk of becoming clinically depressed and doing something destructive.” He held his arm out. “Care to join me for an after party, hopefully with fewer sticks-in-asses?”

“Lead the way.” She took his arm and followed him towards the side door, fully aware of what people would say when they saw the pretty redhead leaving on the arm of the womanizing billionaire.

Let them talk.

Leaving with Tony Stark turned into one of the best decisions of her college career. His driver, a man aptly named Happy, was waiting for them outside. They’d made the short drive across town to The Bostonian, or The Bos, as the locals so affectionately called it. The champagne they’d drank on the way over probably cost more than the whole stock of liquor at the bar. When they arrived at the curb, Happy had rushed around to open the door for them. Downing the rest of the glass, Evie savored the feeling of warmth bubbling up in her stomach as she strode through the oh-so-familiar doors, Tony right behind her.

When she walked in, she saw her best friend, Jade, right in the thick of the Friday evening rush. Flirting with a customer as she popped the lids off of two beers for another, she was a natural. The kind of bartender that every regular had a crush on. Her attention flicked to the door, where she clocked Evie and Tony right behind her. Recognition, confusion, then excitement all flashed across her face.

“What’s up, E!” She yelled over the clamor. A handful of regulars turned their attention to her, whistling at her evening attire. It was a far cry from the jeans and tank top she usually wore, but judging from the tips she made, no one was complaining about her standard uniform.

As they strode further into the bar, all attention turned from Evie to Tony. A slow chant of “Iron Man! Iron Man!” broke out around the crowded room, with Tony not even trying to look modest. After a few moments, he raised his hands in the air to quiet everyone down.

“Alright, alright, I know you all probably think that if you flatter me, I’ll whip out my card and buy a round of shots for everyone,” He gave a disapproving look around the room, then reached in his lapel pocket. “...and I will.”

The room erupted into thunderous cheering, with the Iron Man chant coming back in full swing. Tony put his hand on Evie’s lower back, guiding her through the chaos to the bar. Two regulars immediately vacated their seats, clapping Tony on the back.

Jade put two shot glasses down in front of them, leaning over the bar to give a generous view down her shirt. She was the one who’d taught Evie that if she wanted to make double the tips, leave the bra at home. It seemed that tonight was a night she wanted to make double the tips.

“Now, Mr. Stark, with all bar-wide orders, there is a mandatory fifty percent tip included for the bartender.” She winked, sliding his glass across the table.

“Only fifty?” He made a face, downed the shot with zero reaction, and met her gaze again. “You can have whatever tip you want, and that’s not limited to just cash.”

She smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Evie rolled her eyes, grinning at Jade’s shameless flirting before downing her own shot. She sucked the lime to take the edge off, but her eyes still watered.

“Alright kiddo, this is what happens when you roll with me.” Tony squeezed her shoulder before signaling for another round. “Consider this the beginning of your official Stark industries recruitment period.”

______

The next morning, Evie met Jade for their usual Saturday morning walk to their favorite coffee shop. When Evie took the job at The Bos, Jade had been a welcome bonus. She wasn’t a student at MIT, despite being pretty smart. She’d grown up incredibly wealthy, definitely the Hamptons and yacht type. Her family had pushed her toward Ivy League education, toward the path of marrying whichever eligible bachelor was best suited to take over her father’s hedge fund one day. She told her family she was attending Harvard, faked a transcript whenever she needed to, and blamed her lack of contact on how inundated with her studies she was. Evie had asked her once what she planned to do in two years when her family expected to attend her graduation, and she’d simply shrugged and said she’d figure it out.

She was a breath of fresh air in comparison to everyone who took themselves way too fucking seriously. Having Harvard and MIT in the same city often felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the atmosphere, being stored up in the massive heads of all those that studied there.

The walk was later than usual, with the sun already high in the sky. Last night’s escapades had stretched well into the night, with Evie ultimately thankful they’d been at the bar she lived above, as she stumbled up the steps at an unholy hour. When she’d woken up this morning, her head was pounding and she was still in her cocktail dress. Even now, in her crewneck and sweatshorts, she could feel the ghost of the corset’s boning pressing into her.

Evie yawned, stretching her arms above her head as they walked. "I can't believe how late we stayed out. My head is still spinning."

Jade grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Yeah, but it was worth it. I haven't had that much fun in ages. Tony Stark sure knows how to liven up a place."

Evie laughed, shaking her head. "He's definitely a character. Ordering shots for the entire bar? He definitely lived up to his reputation."

“Oh, he absolutely did.” Jade winked and looped her arm through Evie’s as they walked.

Evie raised an eyebrow. "Did I miss something when I went up to bed?"

Her grin widened. "Let's just say, Tony Stark is very generous in more ways than one."

"Jade, you did not!" She burst out laughing, shaking her head.

Jade shrugged, looking pleased with herself. "Hey, a girl’s gotta eat."

“I saw the tip jar before we even sat down, you’re not in danger of starving anytime soon.”

“Hey, he said I could have whatever tip I wanted.” She bumped Evie’s hip with her own. “I just happened to want a big one.”

“Jesus Christ, Jade,” She pretended to cover her ears. “At least wait until I’m not fucking hungover and nauseous.”

“Fine, get your little foo-foo croissant, but then I’m sparing no details.”

They reached the coffee shop and ordered their usuals, then found a quiet spot outside to sit and enjoy their drinks.

Evie took a sip of her coffee, feeling life slowly coming back to her, even as Jade told a story so salacious she felt slightly guilty for listening to it in the daylight. "Well, I’m glad you had a good time. It sounds like he exceeded expectations."

“You could say that,” Jade took a bite of Evie’s croissant. “It doesn’t hurt that my father absolutely despises him. Not that he’ll ever know, of course, but it made my night that much more enjoyable.”

Shaking her head, Evie took the pastry back. “Daddy’s little law student, hard at work.”

“Something like that. Anywho, why don’t you tell me why the hell you showed up at the bar with Tony Stark in the first place?”

“Well, we met at the gala, we chatted, long story short –– he offered me a job.”

Jade nearly choked on her coffee. "What? Are you serious?"

Evie grinned. "Yeah, he was familiar with my work on Nanoflex and offered me a job on the spot. I said I preferred to finish school first, but he told me to consider my Stark Industries recruitment to have officially begun."

Jade's jaw dropped. "Evie, that’s amazing! But wait, why the hell wouldn’t you go now? Don’t tell me that piece of paper really means that much to you. You’re basically already a bazillionaire, you don’t need to pander for funding like the rest of those assholes do.”

Evie chuckled. "I don’t know, I guess I just don’t want to rush things. No, I don’t really need the degree, I suppose. I know my parents will be so excited to come up for a graduation, to tell their friends their daughter graduated from MIT, blah blah blah. They’ve always been so pro-living life. If I drop out of college to go to work, even at my dream job, my mom will lose so much sleep thinking I’m chained to a desk slaving away for the rest of time. Plus, everything I made before I was eighteen is in a trust I can only access if I actually graduate. So, here I am.” She elbowed Jade. “Plus, is it really so bad to keep slinging drinks with you for another two years?”

“No, no it is not.” Jade raised her coffee cup. “To Evie Langston, genius, future Stark Industries standout, mediocre bartender, and the best wingwoman a girl could ask for.”

Evie raised her coffee cup, laughing.

“I swear, Eves, no one is better at getting what they want than you. I don’t know what kind of witchcraft you’re practicing, but I want in.”

“I’ll bring my spellbook to the bar tonight.” She winked.

Present Day

Evie stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the collar of her blazer. Her vibrant red hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, the kind that gave you a splitting headache by lunchtime. Knowing she’d regret it later, she doubled down on her chosen hairstyle, knowing it accentuated her cheekbones. Yet another gift bestowed upon her through the gene pool, along with her green eyes, now sparkling with anticipation. Today was the day she’d start her new job at Stark Industries. Today was the day that years –– decades of her hard work would come to fruition.

All the years being ahead in school, seeking a challenge and never quite finding it. Years of boredom and near stifling education, causing her to get into some trouble. MIT had pushed her just enough to keep her mind occupied, and once she’d officially received her offer from Stark Industries during her sophomore year, the rest of her education had been a formality leading up to this moment.

Now –– just as he’d promised two years ago, there was a job waiting for her after graduation. She’d walked in her ceremony just a week prior, insisting on starting her job right away. The only reason she’d allowed a week in between was to fly home and humor her mother with an over the top graduation party, and then settle into this new apartment just two blocks away from Stark Tower. It was still somewhat sparse, not quite lived-in. The problem with luxury apartments is that they always felt too clinical, too impersonal. A little part of her felt nostalgic for the little apartment she’d lived in above the bar back in Boston, the owner of The Bos giving her a break in rent since she bartended part time. It was small, cramped, and always had a lingering liquor smell wafting up through the floor, but it was the first place she’d lived in on her own. This new apartment was about ten times the size of that little shoebox, but lacked the charm. She was somewhat new to the level of income she’d found herself bringing in, between the numerous patents she’d sold and the consulting gigs she’d taken throughout college, and finally having access to her trust now that her degree was finalized. Plus, with the Stark Industries salary, she was bringing in more money than she knew what to do with. She made a mental note to hire an interior designer and pick up an extra large coffee on her way to the office.

Meandering around the room, she put gold hoops in her ears, pulled her purse onto her shoulder, and slid her laptop into her bag. Behind her, the phone buzzed on her nightstand. She picked it up, a smirk forming as she read the message from Tony Stark.

Ready to knock their socks off, Red? Just remember, no blowing up the lab on your first day.

Evie typed back quickly, grinning. No promises, Stark. Hope your insurance is comprehensive.

She took a deep breath, giving herself a final once-over. With a confident smile, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door. As she locked up, she tried her best not to smile like an idiot.

#steve rogers #stucky #bucky barnes #avengers #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fluff #winter soldier #james bucky barnes #Tony stark #iron man #stark industries #steve x bucky #stevebucky #stucky x oc #steve rogers x oc

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alrightbuckaroo · 1 year ago

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19 for the prompt list <3

19. ‘it made me think of you.’

Did NOT expect this to be a little over 900 words, but I hope you enjoy it all the same <3

First Responder's Fair is home to many things; double fried foods, rigged carny games and at the moment, a very confused TK Strand.

"Wait," TK sucks his teeth, to which Nancy grimaces at. "You mean to tell me the sweet tea down here is actually," TK pauses. "Well, sweet?"

Nancy and Tommy share a look across the picnic table while TK takes another hearty sip. Nancy begs the question she didn't think she'd ever have to ask. "What made you think sweet tea wasn't sweet?"

"It never was up north, tasted more like dish water than anything."

Tommy, then, begs the question she didn't think she'd ever have to ask. "TK, why do you know what dish water tastes like?"

"My friend Cash used to work at the Sally's Diner back when we were in high school, bet me ten dollars that I wouldn't drink from the dish sink from the after lunch rush. He thought I couldn't, or more so, wouldn't do it." TK smiles smugly. "Guess who left Sally's that day ten dollars richer."

"And was out sick from school the following three days because he got food poisoning." Owen adds as he sits down, joining them at the table. His hands full with two corndogs and a frozen lemonade. "Had to rush him to the ER because he kept complaining about stomach pains."

"So I guess it wasn't a question of couldn't or wouldn't, but more of a shouldn't." Tommy jokes, breaking off a piece of her funnel cake.

"Nice to know that you taking up residence in the ER isn't just a Texas thing." Nancy rallies and TK feels like he's been attacked by all fronts.

"My newfound stomach of steel would argue it was worth it."

"It wasn't." Owen is quick to interject.

"Anyways," TK goes to change the subject. He points at the corndogs in Owen's hand. "Dad, corndogs, where?"

Owen tells him where the booth is and TK makes it his mission to scout it out. He stands up, and treks his way over. He sees both Isabella and Evie standing in line for cotton candy, alone. His eyebrows furrow when he doesn't see Carlos anywhere.

Last he saw them, Carlos was taking them to the ring toss in hopes of coming home with a new pet goldfish. For the girls, not TK, which Carlos made absolutely clear.

"Hey girls, where's Carlos?"

"Milk bottles." They both say at the same time. TK thanks them, and walks around until he finds the milk bottles. He sees Carlos before Carlos can see him. Even from a distance, he can see Carlos is uncharacteristically sweaty and his curls have started to break free.

As he walks up, he watches Carlos throw a baseball and raise his arms in cheer before he winces and lowers his right arm.

"Babe," TK says as he gets closer. Now that he's closer to Carlos, he can see the beads of sweat dripping down his face and the ring of it around the neckline of his shirt. TK's confused, it's hot out, as expected, it is Texas, after all; but it's not that hot. "What's going on?"

Carlos starts when he realizes TK is next to him. He was so focused on the pyramid of milk bottles in front of him. "Oh no," Carlos responds. "You weren't supposed to see, it was supposed to be a surprise."

"Here you are, sir." A man in a red and white striped shirt hands Carlos a stuffed orange lizard. Carlos goes to reach for it with his right hand but changes to his left hand.

"And this is for you." Carlos holds out the stuffed animal to TK who stares at it, slightly perplexed, slightly in awe and even more slightly in love.

TK reaches for it, and Carlos smiles at him like he's worth every curl unfurled. "Babe," He grabs Carlos' left hand, careful not to irritate the right one. He pulls them aside, out of the walk way and earshot of the carny. "Did you throw out your right arm trying to win me a stuff lizard?"

"It made me think of you," Carlos affirms, wiping at his face on his shirt sleeve. "I couldn't not get it. Who knew it would be level to training day for the academy." He rotates his arm, trying to gauge the pain.

"Well, this just means I get to give a slow, sensual massage later tonight." TK whispers into his ear.

"TK," Carlos smirks. He nods to the ring toss they're standing next to. "Not in front of the gold fish."

TK stares at the stuffed animal in his hands. It's eyes are a little too close together, and it's smile is a little crooked, but he loves it all the same. That said, TK begs the question he never thought he'd have to ask. "Babe, how much did you spend on this little guy?"

Carlos is silent, trying to think of the best answer. The last thing he wants to do is tell TK he spent close to ten dollars worth of quarters on a stuffed toy that probably cause ten cents to make. "Baby, you know my love for you is priceless."

TK rolls his eyes, but his smile really gives him away. "You're so cheesy."

Carlos grabs TK's hand again; he suddenly finds himself having a real hankering for corndogs. "You love it."

TK laughs, "Not really," He pulls Carlos is for a kiss that tastes like sugary sweet tea. "But I love you."

send me a soft fic prompt!

#hope you liked it <3 #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #my writing

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pocket-lad · 1 month ago

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CH 2- And So, The Murder Hut was Born (Gravity Falls g/t)

The cabinet door swung open faster than Evie could even comprehend. Light, even at such a low level, assaulted her eyes. She yelped.

Stan also yelped.

It didn’t take him too long to grow accustomed to the sight of a tiny human-ish being sneaking about the house. Usually, it was confined to very specific areas - primarily the lab, but any shelf was also fair game.

As it was four in the morning, and Stan was not expecting the tiny human-ish being to be in the cupboard, he couldn’t imagine anyone would blame him for getting startled.

Recovering quickly, he regarded Evie with a flat look.

Evie’s heart pounded ridiculously fast from the scare, and given the expression on Stan’s face, it would not slow down. He looked annoyed, as if this situation was her fault.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Looking for food. What are you doing?”

“Looking for food. S’pose we ran out.” He shut the cabinet and went for his jacket. Money was tight, but he was sure he could find something at the Dusk 2 Dawn. Before he left though, a thought occurred to him. Stan had never seen the little thing eat before. He opened the cabinet back up and narrowed his eyes. “How do you eat?”

Evie froze like a deer in headlights, feeling like she was caught in the middle of a crime. Though, even if she was borrowing (which could hardly be considered a crime), there was quite literally nothing to borrow. The food had completely run dry. Still, the rush of wind from the cabinet door nearly knocked her off balance and the dim kitchen light felt like a spotlight. Her instincts had her itching to hide behind something.

“Uh, with my mouth?” she guessed. Ford asked a ton of invasive and seemingly pointless questions when they first met, but she couldn’t remember him asking one this stupid.

“Yeah, haha, whatever,” Stan grumbled, then turned to go again. If she didn’t want to talk, he wasn’t going to make her.

So that obviously wasn’t the response he was looking for. “Wait!” Evie called. As soon as the door reopened, she averted her gaze. It wasn’t that he was incredibly tall and incredibly imposing, even when he wasn’t trying, (though that didn’t help), rather, it was that she couldn’t help but see Ford when she looked at him, which only served to lead her into a dangerous mindset. Confusion, guilt, shame, fear. She couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be Stan, to have to see his brother’s face in the mirror every day. Evie at least had the choice to avoid it.

“Um, I just take things from the cupboards. Sometimes Ford would leave out leftover food if he bothered to make a proper meal. He said what’s his is mine. So…” She eyed a dust bunny in the corner of the cabinet.

“Oh. Right. Duh…I can do that, too. If you want. Obviously.”

As if on cue, Evie’s stomach grumbled. “Well I’m not gonna say no, but you don’t have to. I’ll be fine either way.”

Stan blinked. The little thing hardly even looked at him since they met, and he couldn’t seem to get a reaction out of her for anything. There had to be something that would make her tick. It was starting to get boring, being cooped up in here. He was determined to get a rise out of her.

***

When Stan returned from the store, he brought a whole horde of people with him, and it was…unexpected, to say the least.

Evie knew that other humans existed. She knew that the world was, in fact, full of them. But after spending nearly a decade in Gravity Falls with only Stanford Pines and occasionally Fiddleford McGucket as company (and now Stan), it was easy to forget that those humans were actually real. Her reminder was now in the house.

Just inside the wall, Evie listened intently to Stan give some of the townsfolk a tour. He made up a lot of it as he went along, as evidenced by the fact that he couldn’t correctly name most of Ford’s trinkets.

Luckily, the tour was short-lived. When Evie was sure that every last soul in the house was gone, she ventured out to see what exactly Stan was up to. He sat at a table, counting and recounting the money in his hand.

“Who were those people?” she asked tentatively. She kept her voice neutral, not wanting to reveal her thoughts just yet and influence how he answered. His moods, she noticed, shifted easily and dramatically.

Stan jumped, too absorbed in counting to notice her arrival. “Some of the stupidest people I’ve ever met, that’s who. They thought I was Ford! They were so desperate to see what was going on up here, they were willing to pay anything! I don’t know what you two were getting into, but whatever it was, the town’s interested. It’s only fair I show ‘em, don’t you think?” he winked.

“Show them?”

“None of the real stuff, of course, but all these gadgets and gizmos, it’s not like Ford’s doing anything with them now,” he chuckled. Stan could either cry about it or laugh about it, and something something about laughter being the best medicine. Still, his lighthearted tone gave way to a grimace.

“Like a museum?” Evie clarified. “You want to turn the last thing left behind by your brother into a cheap gimmick?”

“Well when you put it like that-”

“No!” She couldn’t believe he would even consider this. Everything around them - every piece of furniture, every stray contraption - it was a reminder of what they were working toward, and he wanted to desecrate it.

Stan held the cash in his hand up to Evie’s face and she took a few cautious steps back. The musty smell from the old bills made her eyes water. “Y’see this? We don’t have none of this. Those people are willing to give me a lot of this.”

Evie never thought very hard about money. What use did she have for it? Ford always seemed to have enough of it, but she never considered how he came by it. Her loose understanding of human economics told her that humans worked jobs and would get paid for those jobs. Did Ford have a job? Was the portal his job? Hmm.

Instead of wondering, she just asked. Maybe (hopefully) it would spark an idea in Stan that wasn’t ‘turn the house into a tacky business.’ “So how did Ford get his, then?”

“By being a nerd his whole life. Anyway, I don’t see you bringing in any dough, which, to me, sounds like I get final say.”

Evie rolled her eyes. “Oh, sure, let me just walk on down and get a job at the money store.”

“Why don’t you?”

“I think I will.”

“Well then, let me help you with that.” Without waiting for a response, Stan pinched the back of Evie’s shirt. The fabric bunched around her armpits as she was hoisted into the air and carried toward the front door.

Evie suddenly did not want to play this game anymore. “Woah, Stan, hey!” She fought the fingers above her head, but her hands slid right off the smooth surface of his fingernails. Her legs kicked, almost automatically, searching for stable ground. She didn’t dare look down, knowing the floor was a hundred feet beneath her. “I get it! You can put me down!”

“No, we’re gonna go get you a job.” When Stan had a point to make, he was going to make it. But he knew she hated to be carried at all, let alone like this. The worn fabric of her shirt was the only thing keeping her from falling to her death, and her body swayed around uncontrollably with each step he took.

“Mr. Pines?”

The new voice startled them all, and Evie felt the air rush past her at face-melting speeds. When the hand abruptly stopped behind Stan’s back, the momentum caused her to swing around violently. All she could do was hang on and pray the spinning stopped sooner rather than later.

But that quickly became the least of her worries. The tingling in her arms told her she was losing feeling, but when she tried to lower them, they only slipped a little out of her shirt. Slowly, painfully, Evie’s arms shifted out of their respective sleeves, and soon she’d be plummeting out of her shirt and toward the grass below.

Stan continued a conversation with this new person, but Evie only caught bits and pieces, too focused on trying not to die. Something about him being Stanford, no he hadn’t seen or heard anything weird, etc etc.

He must have noticed the squirming behind his back because, at the last possible second, his hand wrapped around her, holding her securely in place.

This did nothing to ease Evie’s fears. She didn’t care that there was another human nearby. She was already pissed off, her limbs were now trapped at an awkward angle, and he was holding her way too tight. Her muscles protested, and she tried her best to wiggle out of his grip. He needed to let her go now .

When the agent left, Stan brought Evie around to look at her. An aggravated ‘stop squirming’ was on the tip of his tongue, but at the sight of her, all he could do was sigh. Her pathetic attempts to get him to let go did absolutely nothing, and from what he could tell, she was giving it all she had.

Feeling like his point was made, but also knowing that his heart wasn’t really in it anymore, he went back inside and set her on the shelf she originally came from.

Evie took a deep breath when he released her. She thought about retreating into the walls, to safety, but the helplessness she felt in his hand was humiliating. She saw the way he looked at her. It was hard to miss when his face was the size of a billboard. He looked at her like she was weak. Like she was pathetic. She couldn’t run away now.

On the other hand, the experience was deeply frightening. Up until this point, Stan had been aggressive and a little too comfortable with her - nothing she couldn’t manage. But now it was clear: This man fully had the capability to hold her captive whenever he wanted, to do anything to her, and he was holding it back this whole time. Her pleas meant nothing. Her fear meant nothing .

So Evie even surprised herself with the question that came out of her mouth. “So, you’re taking Ford’s name now, too?”

“Kid, just in the last hour I’ve been shown more respect than I ever got my whole life. The name’s sticking.”

“What happens if Ford comes back?”

“ When he comes back, we’ll cross that bridge.”

Oof.

Over the past week, Evie tried her best to manage Stan’s expectations. She wanted Ford back more than anything, but even though she was literally there when Ford wrote most of his journal entries, it was still hard to understand. Not to mention, they had two more whole journals to find.

One day, the switch flipped. Evie wasn’t sure when it happened, exactly, but Stan outgrew his pessimism over the whole situation and replaced it with a hard determination. Evie, on the other hand, was slowly losing hope, one day at a time.

Well aware of the fact that she was on thin ice from their recent argument, she wanted to approach the topic lightly. But every single time she did that, Stan simply refused to listen. He was dismissive, loud, and assertive, and it was hard to fight that, especially when it came from a giant. So she just didn’t. There was only one way to get through to him, Evie now recognized, and it would require her to find some courage really soon.

Her voice was stern and loud. “I don’t know if we’ll get him back. I’m trying, I really am. And I know you’re trying. But this is advanced stuff, and we need to be ready for the possibility that-”

“You said you’d piece things together. I’m holding you to that, you hear?” Stan said, suddenly very serious. He scowled and pointed his finger at her. Evie’s body flinched away in memory of the time he poked her in the chest. “We finish this. One way or another.” This was a threat, she realized.

Don’t back down. Don’t back down. Don’t back down .

“We're gonna keep working on it, but I can’t let you ruin this house and take his name!”

Stan barked out a laugh. “You can’t let me? You can’t stop me either, shorty.” He nudged her playfully with his knuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood, but it must have been a little too hard. She fell over.

Stan registered the hurt and helplessness that flashed briefly across her face. “Look, kid. The way I see it is this: We do this, or we starve. End of story.”

Evie knew he didn’t mean to knock her over, but the fact that that small nudge held enough power to do so sent a chill up her spine. She considered his words. She was no stranger to starving. It was one of the worst feelings in the world. Her rumbling stomach kept her up at night, her body would break down and her thoughts became so clouded she could hardly function. She certainly didn’t want them to starve.

“These…tours. I don’t…I don’t have to be a part of them, do I?”

“Relax, pipsqueak. Noone will ever know you exist. Besides, I’m sure you could outwit all of them. Heck, you could probably outrun them all too.”

Evie exhaled a small laugh. The situation wasn’t ideal. It was actually as far from ideal as it could physically be. But with Ford’s return becoming a much longer project than originally anticipated, it wouldn’t hurt to establish a life outside of portal-building. And if this was the way Stan wanted to do it…

His voice interrupted her thoughts. “Hey, what do you think of the name, ‘Murder Hut’?”

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