Rotten ot4, ~1800 words of pure silliness. No warnings for this section.
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"I've solved our summer problem," Evie announces breathlessly, hair bouncing over her shoulders in perfectly curled ringlets as she jogs up to their usual outdoor lunch table. She’s wearing a pastel blue tennis skirt, an unexpected blessing for Mal’s wicked eyes, borne from the spring heat wave the rest of them are suffering through in their usual leather. The news outlets are saying that it’s the hottest spring Auradon has had in years, but the actual heat only hit two days ago, and Evie’s been too busy with school and her secret project to make the rest of them anything lighter than their usual. Mal’s been sweating through her jeans, but she cut the sleeves off her jacket yesterday, so that’s been helping. "I got us housing, and it's in our names, and we're going to have the best summer ever."
Evie beams at them all, still pink-cheeked and breathless from running across the lawn.
"Evie.” Mal says flatly.
Evie beams at her directly, flipping her curls over her shoulder as she turns, a bit more dramatically than a turn of ten degrees warrants. "Yes, babe?”
Mal wants to lick the glorious expanse of leg that Evie’s skirt shows off, but they’ve got more pressing concerns than that right now. "What did you do?"
Evie’s practically bouncing in place. Oh gods. Whatever she’s done is either going to be the best thing in the world, and they’ll all have to tell her that she’s right and they were wrong to spend the whole week moping about the heat instead of helping and she truly is a genius, or else they’re about to have a really, really bad time.
"I bought us a camper,” Evie exclaims, and oh, she’s still bursting with joy about the whole thing. “It's only twenty-five feet long, and it's got an absolutely terrible truck that came with it, but it’s big enough for four people to sit together in the front as long as one of them is small, and two of us have tiny little legs, so we don't have to split anyone out to drive if we don’t want to, and I got it on sale from a friend of a friend so it was super cheap, and it's going to be the greatest thing ever!”
"Great. You bought us....a tiny house."
"A tiny mobile house," Evie corrects, still beaming. "And it's going to be either the best or the worst thing that's ever happened to us and I haven't decided which yet. But it's probably the best."
Mal gestures at the boys, who are just as sweaty and disgusting as she is right now. "You want all of us contained in a twenty foot box for the entire summer?"
"Ye-es," Evie says slowly, with a somewhat pained expression, like she's only just thinking through the size constraints she's put on them. And how those constraints might play out with three people who are currently sweating through their clothes. "But it'll be fine. It has storage space for at least six of those big plastic storage bins, and if we keep all of your clothes here at school, babe, and each of the boys only wears two outfits, I can condense my stuff down to the other five."
“Can I bring my laptop?” Carlos asks. His head is still on the table. Despite wearing exclusively shorts for the first fifteen years of his life, or possibly because of it, he’s been handling the heat the worst out of the four of them. “If I can fit my laptop and like, enough dog treats to bribe whatever animals we find on the way, I’m in.”
Evie tilts her head to the side, which sends her hair tumbling off her neck again. Mal could bite the smooth, warm expanse of it. She could leave so many delicious red marks, so that everyone knows that Evie is hers, and she has the most brilliant girlfriend in the world, who does brilliant things like acquire them a place to stay for the summer that’s not on campus.
The fact that Evie didn’t think about space is a minor concern. Mal’s small. She can compress her stuff to be small too.
“You can bring all the computer pieces you want,” Evie declares, apparently deciding that this is not the battle she wants to fight right now. “So long as they can fit into a three-by-two storage bin, okay?”
“Okay,” Carlos agrees, apparently too worn out to argue. “Sure. I’m in.”
Jay raises a hand, which is hysterical and also makes something uncomfortable twist up in Mal’s chest. This time last year they were throwing bricks at the pirate kids, and now they’re the sort of people who apparently own a camper, and go to a prep school, and can afford to raise their hand instead of just screaming at each other to be heard. “Who’s going to drive?”
Evie leans forward over the table, which conveniently puts her chest at eye level for those sitting down. It’s definitely intentional, because this is what Evie and Jay do for fun when they’re together. Neither of them is strictly into each other, due to the whole being gay thing, but they’ve got an exception for each other. Or possibly they just like confusing the Auradon kids, but Mal can get behind it either way.
“Weeee-ll,” Evie says slowly, drawing out the word like it’s a piece of gum she’s stretching out. She’s leaning all the way down now, and the tiny gold necklace she’s wearing is hanging loose over the table, swinging in a way that’s almost more mesmerizing than her tits. “I heard there’s this really cool guy who got an actual legal driver’s license recently, and I was hoping maybe if I asked really nicely, he’d be willing to drive for me.”
Jay hooks a finger in the necklace. “Nicely, huh?”
“Aren’t I being nice?” Evie asks sweetly, batting her eyes and doing something complicated and graceful with her legs that looks uncomfortable from Mal’s angle, but ends up with her sitting on the table, still leaned up close to Jay. “I could offer you something in exchange, maybe?”
“What would that be, princess?” Jay asks, and oh, with the way he’s keeping his voice low and rough, there’s got to be some Auradon kids watching the show.
“Maybe….a kiss?” Evie offers, still syrupy-sweet and over the top flirty. “Or I guess I could give you access to the credit card I got from this prince who wants us safely out of his way for the summer, but I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested in something like that?”
Jay pulls back. “Who gave you a credit card?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know!” Evie says brightly. “Unfortunately that is a trade secret, and even more unfortunately, it’s connected to my bank account, so it’s not actually as useful as I implied. You can still drive the car though, and because my mother’s accounts didn’t actually go into kingdom funds when she got sent to the Isle, I do have a bit of inheritance that I’ve taken out of my investments for this.”
Jay blinks. “You have investments?”
“Yes,” Evie says, leaning back as well. It’s a tragic loss, because the new position puts her above the rest of them, and Mal can’t stare at her without being blinded by the sun. “I’ve had them since we set up the accounting for my business, which was well before winter formal season. So it’s been a white now and they’re doing quite well, thanks for asking.”
“Doug drove you to the bank to get a card set up?”
Evie pouts. “It’s not very fun when you put it that way, babe.”
Jay grins up at her, eyes bright and mouth quirked into the uneven smile he does when he’s trying to look charming. “Oh, I’m sorry princess, let me just–” he pulls her in close again, hooking one hand around the back of her waist, and the other tangled in the chain of her necklace. “I would be honored,” he whispers into the skin of her neck. “To drive you wherever you need to go.”
“Through treacherous terrain and up mountains fair?” Evie says softly. “From golden beach to shining sea?”
“I’ve always wanted to see a mountain,” Jay agrees, resting his head on her shoulder for a moment before pulling back and adding, much more normally. “And beaches would be cool. I assume we’re taking the royal family of Arendelle up on their generous offer to let you magical types come up for their summer training camp?”
“Indeed,” Evie nods, “It would be awfully rude to reject an offer from the royal family, after all, and when I asked around, everyone said that summer road trips are an Auradon tradition and it would only be right for us to go on one before we have to get serious about school next semester.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Mal groans.
“SATs, college visits,” Carlos chants. “Finals, calculators, GPA.”
Fucker. He’s not even graduating next year, a fun little quirk of the Auradon grade system being tied to age instead of academic ability.
“I can and will crush you into the dirt.” Mal says casually. She’s got to be casual about her threats now, because if she says anything that sounds truly threatening in front of Audrey and her squad of princesses who care more about their royal status than their actual friendships, she’ll be slapped with consequences for ‘breaking the school code of conduct’ and ‘threatening a fellow student’ faster than you can say bibity bobbity boo. “Try it again and I’ll punch you so hard you’ll wish you were more than just one grade behind me.”
Unfortunately, Carlos treats threats as a sort of love language.
“Aww, is the wicked fairy scared of some little tests?” he croons, eyes sparking even though he’s still flopped out across the table. “Don’t wanna take one exam that’s gonna determine your entire future for the next five years?”
Even Evie shudders at that one.
“Don’t,” she says firmly. “I’m going to send you reminders of this every day next year, when it’s your turn. And you’re going to deserve it.”
Carlos sits up at that. “You wouldn’t.”
Evie spins around to face him. “I would, baby. You don’t get to say anything until you’re the one in that exam room, and I don’t care if you never get nervous about tests, because I have never been nervous for a test before this year, and I’ve been waking up with stress dreams for the past three weeks, and not just because I spend half of my life’s savings so far on a truly terrible camper for us to use on the most ill-advised road trip this school has ever seen.”
“I think the road trip is great idea.” Mal interrupts. “The queen of Arendelle was super nice to offer us a place in her summer magic training camp, and like, what else are we doing for the rest of the summer?”
“Picking a god and praying,” Evie says grimly. “That this camper won’t fall apart under us halfway to the mountains.”
Finishing off @polyshipweek late with the FREE option and going out with a triple bang 😂 also included it in my @thundershieldbingo square FREE and my @marvelrarepairbingo G1: Massage.....the massage is in there somewhere. I turned into Thor and can't remember where 🤭
Title: Smile Twice As Wide
Author: BurdenedWithPointlessPurpose
Ship(s): Thor/Brunnhilde | Valkyrie/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Thor, Thor/Brunnhilde
Rating: E
Tags: Amnesiac Steve, PWP
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Summary: After a rough day attending to his required royal duties, Thor is tired and seeks the comfort of his room. A place where he can be with both of his favorite people in the realms. Wife, the true King of Asgard, and the once Captain America, Steven Rogers. A friend turned consort that he is forever grateful of rescuing as the three of them share their bed. Without them both to help alleviate his stress, he knew he would never be able to smile the way he does when they are with him.
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Tags: Alternative Universe - CD, Fluff, Longing, Polygamy, Implied Homophobia/Poly Hate
Summary: Peter and Bucky are back in NYC for Avenger work, but both are less than happy about it. At least they have each other to spend tiime with, even if they miss their boyfriend.
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Forgot to post this yesterday for day 6 of @polyshipweek prompt: shopping trip: Someone pushing a shopping cart unpressed with character b sitting inside the car looking at character standing on the edge dramatically with sunglasses on happily, character c's hand raised in the air and character B's around their legs 😂😂😂 decided to also use it for my @marvelrarepairbingo square "shopping" too.
Summary: Out pointlessly causing trouble, Loki uses the Midgardian's entertainment as time to mull over how much he loves the two of them and pretends not to be as smitten with them as he really is. It doesn't work out so well towards the end with a minor slip up that thankfully is side railed due to their insufferable behavior.
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Inspired by a commenter from my first FrostIronHawk 💚❤️💜drabble of @polyshipweek produced this PWP for today's prompt "dancing" because yes I can take it to that level 🙂😇
Title: Dancing the Dirty Dance
Fandom: Marvel
Rated: E
Warnings: PWP
Ship: Clint Barton/Tony Stark/Loki
Summary: Tony, Loki and Clint decide to go out for some fun. Fun that takes the form of having s*x on the dancefloor with their clothes on. Quite literally.
@frostironflashbingo prompt of NSFW card 3 - "Keep your eyes open"
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I hasnt planned on using this ship for this prompt but omg once the idea was in my head SOLD. Thank you @polyshipweek for giving me an excuse to write all my poly needs Id been suppressing 😍 I went with the prompt SOULMATES 👀
Summary: Sitting back, Bucky takes a moment to appreciate the sight of his soulmate and their Omega bonding over their new baby. A hard task with their oldest daughter impatient as ever to play with the new addition to their family. Something that makes his heart melt with happiness, that he never expected to have.
@marvelrarepairbingo I5 - Piggyback Ride
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