hey yev ― whatever your name is

he was certain the universe was having some cosmic joke on him ; they had to be bent in half now, tears coming from the corners of their eyes, barks of laughter ringing into the sky. YEVGENY WISHED HE BELIEVED IN SOME KIND OF GOD so he could blame it for his problems. that would be easier than having to deal with them head on, staring at him with accusing eyes across the counter. there wasn't a travel guide for this: What To Do When You've Screwed Your Fiance's Sister ( and now she's back with a kid ?? ). the line was too blurry for his liking. yevgeny gulped. ❝ YOU'RE KIDDING ME, ❞ he says, voice uncomfortably stiff ― an odd tone for such an avid guy. if she was aspen's sister, this wedding was going to be even more painful than previously suspected. ( which was to say: impossibly tense. ) ❝ no, IMANI, ❞ the name comes easily, suprising even yev himself, ❝ you can't be aspen's sister... because i'm aspen's fiance. you're screwing with me, right ?? ❞ was he allowed to say the word screw around a child ?? the thought didn't occur to him. OH, GOD, had he sleeped with aspen because she reminded him of imani ?? that was an evil thought. ❝ and... you have a kid now ?? ❞

with that all the starters have been posted & if anyone has any problems w any of them just lmk ! + i only have one draft. you can always message me for plotting.

yev was a bit fucked up ( mentally & physically ). he was a bit tipsy and there were bruises coating the insides of his ribs, slowly but surely getting more tender. that’s when he knocked on her door, the girl he’d been hooking up with for some time now. there was a cut across his cheekbone and his fist was all sorts of messed up. he had ONCE AGAIN gotten into a fight at the bar he and some buddies were drinking at after work. and then this guy decided to get a little too handsy with the waitress, and yev hadn’t ever learned to solve things with his words. so, naturally, he punched the man, whose friends weren’t so pleased, and he wound up beating the shit out of them while also getting the shit beat of himself. it wasn’t a fair fight, but he wasn’t one to play fair ― which was the only reason he was alive, and limping up her doorstep. when the door did finally open, yev put up a hand in a sort of surrender, the other still balanced on the railing to keep him standing. ❝ I PROMISE this isn’t what it looks like. ❞

yevgeny loved people. it wasn’t something he commonly admitted to, or really even thought much about ; it was just who he was. sure, he was prideful and stubborn and belligerent, but he was also sanguine, and LOVED PEOPLE among all else. so when his new fiance aspen invited him to go to her house to stay before some type of family party later on in the evening ( she was going to be late because of work ), yev was sort of excited to be able to meet her sister & by extension her sister’s kid. he had chucked his bags by the front door and started towards the kitchen to grab a glass of much needed water. he jogged around, grabbing a cup and pouring himself a glass of water from their brita filter. as he lifted it to sip, it was then he noticed the little kid sitting at the kitchen counter, staring at him with WIDE BLUE EYES that looked a tad too much like his own.  ❝ hey, kiddo !! i’m yevgeny, nice to meet you. ❞ ever amicable, he set the glass down and set out his hand, and just then looked up. his next reply fell right out of his mouth along with his smile as he noticed her standing nearby. his fiance’s sister, a one night stand he had only a few years before. ❝ what are you doing here ?? ❞

he would admit to being MORALLY AMBIGUOUS at times. would admit to being cruel, and easily angered, and all-around criminally inclined. but this was a bit fucked up even for him. WEDDING CRASHING was on his bucket list, he must admit, but yevgeny didn’t expect it to come at such a point in time. he stubbed his cigarette onto the side of the door as he ran in and past the nice woman collecting wedding invitations. yev ran past the photographer and into the aisle. and, with nothing else in mind, he shouted out the name of the person he had came here for. but then the actual BRIDE & GROOM turned, both unrecognizable.  ❝ um... hey. ❞ had he gotten the venue wrong ??

it was dimly lit down there, in the basement of some prison-type thing they built ages ago. he shuffled in, somewhat ashamed to have landed them in this situation. yevgeny leaned against the bars and gazed over at them, blowing out air between his teeth. ❝ i hope this isn’t a bad time. you’re schedule must be packed, huh ?? ❞ the joke was breathy and mirthless, and not much of a joke at all.

yevgeny was not a loser. he had quite a few ( violent ) skills, and he went to high school for a whole two years before expulsion, and he had some level of intelligence if looked at hard enough. but right now HE LOOKED LIKE A LOSER. because he had gotten stood up. fucking stood up. and he was angry as hell, and annoyed as hell, and most of all he felt really stupid. it had been much too long for one to sit in a booth by themself, waving off a waitress everytime she came around to ask for an order with an sympathetic smile, ignoring the pitying looks of the couple across the booth, texting angrily on his phone. yev rubbed his temple, eyes staring a hole into the linoleum table, hand twirling the water in his glass. he was going to wait another ten minutes, and then he was going to leave. the waitress was just about to approach him again when very suddenly someone sat down in the booth across from him. ❝ um, hi ?? ❞ sullen blue eyes met the others.

yev was a terrible substitute. well, NOT A TERRIBLE TEACHER, but he wasn’t very nice to the students ; usually took great pride in being able to bring distraught to them in any form applicable. but he had absolutely no special place in his heart for pupils, and so, whenever given the chance, he’d break their backs with work. ( on the plus side, it was always fun to see their faces when they first found out he was in. ) but this isn’t a time he is teaching, instead he’s just simply walking into a house with his buddy, laughing a bit too loudly at some joke the other made. and he’s surveying the room, and that’s when yev see’s them, that one student he always felt the extra desire to fuck with. and he smirks so vastly he just about hurts himself, crossing his arms over his chest for good measure. ❝ been doing your homework, i hope ?? ❞

to ABSOLUTELY NO ONE’S SURPRISE, yevgeny had no fucking idea what he was doing. ( he swears to god, his mother is rolling her eyes all the way back in chicago. ) he shouldn’t be walking to her house ; he shouldn’t even remember where she lives in the first place. but ALAS. and now definitely wasn’t the best time either, with having just been tossed out of prison for good behavior with a side of overcrowding. he isn’t one to stutter, and steps right up to her door, knocking amicably just like he was taught to do so politely. he’s not entirely sure what’s he is expecting, but it’s not some bambi-faced kid with YEV’S UNMISTAKABLE BLUE EYES, the one’s he got from a long line of trouble. his mind is swarmed with bad, bad thoughts about who exactly this child might be, but he presses forward. ❝ your mom home, lil’ one ?? or any adult for that matter ?? ❞ he will not admit to the fact that children scare the ever living fuck out of him.