#strevans

[theremustbeabear]

Strong/Evans? 🥺

send me a terror character/ship & i'll write a drabble about them

Strong chuckles at something that Young says, and Evans takes the opportunity to subtly shift his leg to press against Strong's beneath the table. He stares directly ahead, heart pounding in his chest, even as Strong shoots him a quizzical look, but Strong doesn't move away.

Later, Evans nearly jumps out of his skin when Strong calls his name.

"Evans." Strong looms out of the darkness, and Evans stills in the corridor. "You tryin' to get my attention?"

"Um," Evans replies, articulately, and he decides to try answering, "No?"

Strong beckons him closer, and Evans hesitantly steps into the shadows for some semblance of privacy. “You wanna try that again?” he questions. “What was goin’ on with you tonight?”

“Nothing,” Evans squeaks, as he tilts his head back to look up at the taller man.

Strong snorts. “Alright. Shame. ‘Cause if it was somethin’, I was going to ask you to give me a hand down in the hold. Just the two of us.”

Evans flushes as red as a tinned tomato and stammers, “M—Maybe it was something.”

With a small, cheeky smile, Strong replies, “Thought so,” and nudges Evans’s shoulder. “C’mon. Quickly.”

And when he walks away, Evans hurries after him.