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a closed starter for @distantxdaydreams featuring evie and wendy.
evie didn’t knock, just wandered right on in to wendy’s bedroom and flopped back down on the bed. at this point they might as well just share a room; the need for privacy between the pair was non-existent. “wendy. i’m bored,” she whined, closing her eyes and letting out a long sigh. then, with a feigned air of subtly, she peaked up at the other. “and wet.”
open to anyone, based on the post in the source but tldr: evie is supposed to be getting married but doesn’t know if it’s the right thing, enter her bumping into an ex in the elevator.
her maid of honor had looked at her like she had three heads when she said she was going out for a walk. on the morning of her wedding day evie should probably be relaxing before she had to start getting ready however the flare of uncertainty inside her wouldn’t let her rest. she wrapped her arms around her middle and tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the elevator door to swing open, only hesitating when she noticed a rather familiar face already inside of it. “oh... hi?”
a closed starter for @touchbased based on “be my mistake” from this post featuring evie.
a deep breath. you’ve got this. walking up to the familiar figure, evie forces a smile on her lips and gives an awkward wiggle of her fingers. “hey! thanks for coming.” she’s immediate in flagging the bartender down — the few shots of vodka she’d taken back at her apartment hadn’t eased her nerves as much as she’d been banking on. “how have you been? i’ve been meaning to text you for a while but i just...” she shrugs.
a closed starter for @saltinherkiss based on this plot featuring evie.
“the thing that happened the other night... it never happened, alright?” swinging by the apartment when she knew they’d be the only person home probably wasn’t evie’s smartest idea but after one very drunken night, she had to confront them. preferably alone... but only to avoid the likelihood of anyone else hearing their conversation. “it was a mistake.”
a closed starter for @exposurc featuring evie and winnie.
now, evie had always been partial to a good drink. the only problem being was that when it came to handling her alcohol, she was pretty much useless. a few drinks in and she’d be reduced to fits of laughter at the tiniest of things and was definitely needier than usual. the good thing to come out of that, as of recently, was having winnie around. the other woman never minded when she’d lace their fingers or when they’d end up wrapped around one another come the end of the evening. sober evie had a few thoughts about what was going on but she’d never been brave enough to vocalise them. no, she’d leave all that for her drunken self. “you look so pretty tonight,” she mused dreamily, her hands cupping winnie’s cheeks as if to get a better look at her. “i mean — you always look pretty! just... tonight, you look really beautiful.”
a closed starter for @ofconflations featuring evie and dania.
having never really questioned her sexuality before, evie felt like the best person to talk to about it was someone who had some experience in knowing who they were and what they liked. she was pretty lucky that person in her life could be her best friend and while she felt a little nervous about instigating such a conversation, she didn’t let it stop her. they’d talked about all sorts of things before, why would this be any different? “hey... dan? can i ask you something?” she licked over her lips, eyes dropping down to the coffee cup she held between her hands. the question was already poised and ready to go, she barely let the other woman answer. “how did you know you weren’t like... straight?”
open to f/nb — based on the post listed in the source: two girls discover they’re dating the same guy and accidentally kill him. while running away from the problem, they fall in love.
“ — i definitely just used all of the hot water, my bad.” this was the third motel they’d stopped at since they’d started driving on a path with no clear end in sight and in all truthfulness, evie was sort of getting into a bit of a routine with things. that probably wasn’t a good thing, the fact that she was no longer freaking out about the fact they’d killed marcus and dumped his body before running off together. she thought this woman would be someone she’d add on facebook and say hello to in passing after they’d played around with their ex-boyfriend. she never intended to be on the run with her. she immediately started riffling through her bag of clothes, towel wrapped tight around her figure. “hey, is my yellow sweater in your bag? i don’t see it.”
a closed starter for @mctionsick featuring evie, kennedy & scout.
when she’d first started dating kennedy, the first thing evie had worried about was scout. she was certain it would throw off the dynamics of their little trio and that was the last thing she wanted. while she really did desire a relationship, she didn’t want the friendship that the three of them had built to be sacrificed as a result. though... as far as she felt, she didn’t think it had been compromised at all.
that was probably down to the fact that they didn’t really leave scout out of anything. tonight was supposed to be a bit of a date night, though it had come along pretty conversationally, why didn’t they invite her along too? admittedly it didn’t feel very date-like to evie anymore, it wasn’t too unlike when the three of them would usually hang out except now her hand would occasionally linger on kennedy whenever the opportunity presented itself. dinner had been nice and as they head back to her apartment to finish the night off, her finger’s tangled with her girlfriend’s, she can’t help but watch scout rather curiously. “is this like — weird to you?” she asks, unable to bite her tongue. she’s had her own conversations about it with kennedy often enough that she actively avoids looking at her, not at all that sure she hasn’t just put her foot in it.
