#evie melvald

[backtohawkins]

WELCOME BACK TO HAWKINS, EVIE MELVALD (eva noblezada fc)

good luck and have a bitchin’ summer!

[Eva Noblezada, cisfemale, she/her] who’s that? oh it’s [evie melvald]. i hear they’re [23] and are known as [the Flight Risk] around [anywhere but here] and [the Heiress] at [Melvald’s]. they’re known to be [openminded + relaxed] and [vague + evasive]. some people say they remind them of [barely glancing in the reareview mirror, being fake-deep, spiritual but not religious, no place to call home]. [nikki… perhaps u know me by now]

headcanons:

Evie’s family is basically Hawkins royalty. Her grandfathers (plural) are Donald and Henry Melvald, owners of Melvald’s general store. Donald and Henry’s domestic partnership wasn’t common knowledge, though– obviously that’d be bad for business. Donald legally married Evie’s grandmother, Hanna Garcia on June 1, 1934. The very next year, Hanna gave birth to Sue Ellen Melvald, Evie’s mother. Though she was raised in a nontraditional environment, you’d never be able to tell. Sue Ellen Melvald is rigid, determined, and tenacious. She was destined for greatness, and greatness manifested in the form of a law degree. At twenty-three, Sue Ellen moved across the country to Williamsburg, Virginia to attend William and Mary. Sue Ellen loves to remind her daughter of this fact: at twenty-three I was one of the first Asian American women to enroll in law school. What are you doing?!

Evie’s dad is an on-again off-again father type; he was a business student at William and Mary, which is where he met Sue Ellen. They dated off and on for a few months and conceived Evie just before Sue’s graduation. Initially, he promised to marry her and be a present father, but he backed out at the last minute for a job offer in Beijing. He was like that her whole childhood, around for a month or two, and then off in some other corner of the world. Still, Evie idolizes her father. Subconsciously, she spends every moment she can travelling the world in hopes of impressing him, convincing him that she’s worth his time. 

  Though she grew up in Virginia with her mother, Evie feels like a Hawkins native. Since she was five, Evie has spent every summer in Hawkins, working behind the register at Melvald’s and running the show at her grandparents’ house. If she’s honest, Evie always preferred her Hawkins summers to living with her mom– they’re just so different and Evie got tired of fighting all the time. Her grandfathers, though, let her be her own person. They didn’t care that Evie got high or snuck around with girls and guys or stayed out all night. They loved Evie’s free spirit. 

Evie is the definition of ‘spiritual but not religious.’ She’s resistant to any kind of organized belief system, though she believes that God is in everything. This belief informs everything– Evie’s travelling, spending months at a time immersed into different worlds, her romantic aspirations, seeking divine connection with anyone regardless of gender, race, or creed, and ultimately her life goal, to connect with and honor the divine shared consciousness. Decidedly, Evie doesn’t have a traditional job or career path– as she thinks these are constructed to distract people from being human– she, instead, moves through the world with no plan. Over the past year, she’s found herself working on a dairy farm in Sweden, as a bookseller in Amsterdam, and most recently as a waitress in Spain. 

Evie’s waitressing in Spain was cut short when she received the call about her grandfather’s tragic death. Henry Melvald had been the businessman of the family, and the rock for his partner, Donald. Evie would’ve come home, anyways, but the will revealed that she was the designated heir of Melvald’s. Plus, she knew that they would all be lucky if her mom took enough time off work to attend the funeral; so, Evie arrived in Hawkins a few days ago to look after the store and her grandfather. She’s shaken up by Henry’s death, of course, but trying to be strong for Donald and Hanna. The idea of managing Melvald’s for the rest of her life is daunting, and Evie is already looking for a way out. Miles to go before I sleep, and all.  

  pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/vurtkonnegut/evelyn-melvald/

playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1OJF1cUoXXSKnrLRr2nHLj?si=a8791167ddcb4efc&pt=5fb0b65bbabae2cce3e9e1c2eea768e6

#submission #accepted #evie melvald

[julieforeman]

WHO: Julie & @evienotnicks​

WHAT: Just a normal day !!! Just grocery shopping !!! Nothing weird !!!

WHERE: Melvald’s 

Julie wasn’t usually the Foreman assigned to grocery shopping duty. Typically, that was her mom, although Julie had briefly taken it over for one summer in high school. The summer where a trip to Melvald’s meant seeing, and subsequently making out with, Evie. Nowadays, she tried to avoid the store when possible to avoid any nostalgic memories of a summer fling from long ago. There was the parking lot where they had hooked up in Julie’s car, or the candy aisle where they had held hands for the first time. Any sight of the supply closet was sure to send Julie into a meltdown, thinking about how close she’d been to confessing how much she liked Evie inside. 

Unfortunately for Julie, her mother was busy with a wine and cheese night with some of her friends from the neighborhood today, and had asked her eldest child to run errands for her. She hadn’t said no. Instead, she’d taken the list from her mom and borrowed Jack’s car again to get her there. Currently, she was wondering the aisles, lazily pushing her shopping cart and occasionally tossing an item her mom wanted into it. Snapping her bubblegum, Julie rounded the corner of the frozen food section only to come face to face with someone she thought she’d never see again. Evie Melvald. Trying to back out of the aisle as subtly as possible, Julie accidentally caught the edge of a display with the back of her cart, causing an arrangement of ice cream toppings to clatter to the ground. “Mother fucker,” She swore before she could stop herself, ducking immediately to pick up a can of whipped cream as it began to roll away. Well, fuck. Guess there was no hiding now. “Evie,” Julie greeted as evenly as she could, voice tighter than usual as she tried to pick up as much shit as she could as quickly as possible. Get out, get out, get out. “Hi.” 

#( threads. ) #( evie | 001 ) #the panic.... it's gay

[evienotnicks]

Being back in Hawkins under such awful circumstances was... well, awful. But Evie never liked to focus on the negative, which is why she’d taken the liberty of getting pleasantly stoned before opening. Melvald’s had been closed for a few days to pay respects to Henry, so she figured they’d be busier than usual as people stopped by to stock up on what they’d missed. 

She flicked the familiar sign to ‘open’ and plopped down into the stool behind the register, inconspicuously flipping through a zine she’d picked up at the airport under the counter. At the sound of the door chime, she picked her head up and offered a welcoming smile. “Welcome to Melvald’s, can I help you find anything?” She watched the other walk in and raised an eyebrow. “What’s up? Your vibe is...” Weird. “Off.” 

#bth:starter

[evienotnicks]

who: Evie & @jofcreman​

where: Melvald’s (gonna start saying the ‘m’ word atp)

Marker grasped in between her teeth, Evie taped a hastily-scrawled sign to the front door of Melvald’s. ‘Out of milk- check tomorrow :(.’ She waved goodbye to the woman and her toddler who’d just bought her last gallon and made her way back to the counter as the door jingled shut behind them. Tucking the pen behind her ear, Evie jumped at the sound of someone in the store. She hadn’t noticed the blonde slip in as the previous customers left.

“Christ, you scared me,”  she laughed, took a second to look the girl over. Evie leaned an elbow against the counter, a pleased smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “What are you looking for?” she asked. Evie wasn’t usually so hands-on with customers, preferring to let them do their own shopping, but she made exceptions for attractive people around her age. “And we’re out of milk, so don’t say milk. I’m not going to bitch out our dairy supplier for you.”  

#feat. jo #hope this works bff!!!!!!

[evienotnicks]

who: Evie & @mmuscles​​

where: Henry Melvald’s fabulous funeral

Evie didn’t expect to be so torn up about her grandfather’s death. She’d been preparing for years for one of her grandparents to kick it; hell, she’d been talking to them about their past life and their next life since she was, like, sixteen. (Donald and Henry humored her; she was pretty sure she caught Hanna Garcia sprinkling holy water on her in her sleep more than once.) But none of those conversations had prepared her for the phone call; for the image of her grandfather dying in an explosion at the Fourth of July carnival she’d grown up going to with him. 

Thankfully, she’d held herself together long enough to get through her eulogy, which was admittedly more of a poem addressed to her grandfather. Immediately after the service, she’d stationed herself at the bar with a flute of champagne she’d already refilled twice. Evie hoped that, over here, she wouldn’t have to deal with the long train of hugs and ‘sorry for your loss’ whispers. Funerals fucking sucked. 

As an unfamiliar face approached, Evie attempted to turn, but he seemed like he wanted to talk to her. Offering a flute of champagne, Evie lifted her own to her lips. “I don’t recognize you. Did you know Henry? Loyal customer, or something?” she asked, hoping to uncover why he was looking at her so intently. 

#feat. thad #henry melvald's fabulous gay funeral #canon

[evienotnicks]

who: Evie & @rebcrn​​

where: Melvald’s (don’t make every Evie starter at Melvald’s challenge)

Five minutes until close, and Evie was all but counting the seconds. She’d mostly done inventory and Joyce had taken care of most of the stocking during her morning shift. So now, it was a waiting game. The joint tucked into Evie’s jean pocket was practically burning a hole; she had big plans! If she left right on time, she’d be able to catch the late summer sunset off of the lake. It was something she and her grandfathers used to do; the two of them smoking cigarettes and relegating young Evie to mimicking their actions with her lollipop stick.

As she was swept up in the wave of nostalgia, the front door chime jingled. Evie glanced up at the customer-- a girl, around her age, that she didn’t recognize. She was pretty, but seemed real precise-- not a hair out of place, shirt perfectly ironed, matching belt and shoes. It was comical, almost, in contrast to Evie’s perpetual state of bedhead, imperfectly rolled jeans, and half-tucked in button down. “Can I help you find anything?” Evie breezed past the counter, still dead-set on making her date with the lake. “We close in five, just so you know.” Hint, hint. 

#feat. bev

[evienotnicks]

[Eva Noblezada, cisfemale, she/her] who’s that? oh it’s [evie melvald]. i hear they’re [23] and are known as [the flight risk] around [anywhere but here] and [the Heiress] at [Melvald’s]. they’re known to be [openminded + relaxed] and [vague + evasive]. some people say they remind them of [barely glancing in the reareview mirror, being fake-deep, spiritual but not religious, no place to call home].

STATISTICS

FULL  NAME: evelyn garcia melvald GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis female; she/her AGE: twenty-three FACECLAIM: eva noblezada BIRTHDAY: oct 29 STAR  SIGN: scorpio HOMETOWN: williamsburg, virginia HEIGHT:  5′3″ OCCUPATION: interim owner of Melvald’s Grocery ORIENTATION: pansexual (def gravitates towards feminine energy fwiw)

HEADCANONS

* Evie’s family is basically Hawkins royalty. Her grandfathers (plural) are Donald and Henry Melvald, owners of Melvald’s general store. Donald and Henry’s domestic partnership wasn’t common knowledge, though– obviously that’d be bad for business. Donald legally married Evie’s grandmother, Hanna Garcia on June 1, 1934. The very next year, Hanna gave birth to Sue Ellen Melvald, Evie’s mother. Though she was raised in a nontraditional environment, you’d never be able to tell. Sue Ellen Melvald is rigid, determined, and tenacious. She was destined for greatness, and greatness manifested in the form of a law degree. At twenty-three, Sue Ellen moved across the country to Williamsburg, Virginia to attend William and Mary. Sue Ellen loves to remind her daughter of this fact: at twenty-three I was one of the first Asian American women to enroll in law school. What are you doing?!

* Evie’s dad is an on-again off-again father type; he was a business student at William and Mary, which is where he met Sue Ellen. They dated off and on for a few months and conceived Evie just before Sue’s graduation. Initially, he promised to marry her and be a present father, but he backed out at the last minute for a job offer in Beijing. He was like that her whole childhood, around for a month or two, and then off in some other corner of the world. Still, Evie idolizes her father. Subconsciously, she spends every moment she can travelling the world in hopes of impressing him, convincing him that she’s worth his time. 

* Though she grew up in Virginia with her mother, Evie feels like a Hawkins native. Since she was five, Evie has spent every summer in Hawkins, working behind the register at Melvald’s and running the show at her grandparents’ house. If she’s honest, Evie always preferred her Hawkins summers to living with her mom– they’re just so different and Evie got tired of fighting all the time. Her grandfathers, though, let her be her own person. They didn’t care that Evie got high or snuck around with girls and guys or stayed out all night. They loved Evie’s free spirit. 

* Evie is the definition of ‘spiritual but not religious.’ She’s resistant to any kind of organized belief system, though she believes that God is in everything. This belief informs everything– Evie’s travelling, spending months at a time immersed into different worlds, her romantic aspirations, seeking divine connection with anyone regardless of gender, race, or creed, and ultimately her life goal, to connect with and honor the divine shared consciousness. Decidedly, Evie doesn’t have a traditional job or career path– as she thinks these are constructed to distract people from being human– she, instead, moves through the world with no plan. Over the past year, she’s found herself working on a dairy farm in Sweden, as a bookseller in Amsterdam, and most recently as a waitress in Spain. 

* Evie’s waitressing in Spain was cut short when she received the call about her grandfather’s tragic death. Henry Melvald had been the businessman of the family, and the rock for his partner, Donald. Evie would’ve come home, anyways, but the will revealed that she was the designated inheritor of Melvald’s Grocery. Plus, she knew hat they would all be lucky if her mom took enough time off work to attend the funeral; so, Evie arrived in Hawkins a few days ago to look after the store and her grandfather. She’s shaken up by Henry’s death, of course, but trying to be strong for Donald and Hanna. The idea of managing Melvald’s for the rest of her life is daunting, and Evie is already looking for a way out. Miles to go before I sleep, and all.  

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#bth:intro #bio to be added <33

[evienotnicks]

who: Evie & @rcbinbvckleys​​

where: Melvald’s 

It was the midday slump-- the dead hours of 1p.m. to 4p.m. when nobody save for the odd stay-at-home moms graced the doors of Melvald’s. Usually, Evie welcomed the quiet, any excuse to not appear busy and just sit for a while. On nice days, she’d drag her stool out to the front of the store and people watch in the warm sun. But today, she was in a funk. She chalked it up to running through the last of her weed last night, but something about the unfinished eulogy sitting on her bedside table wouldn’t stop nagging the back of her mind.

The chime of the front door sent a wave of relief through Evie’s body. Looking up to see a familiar face, Evie’s face spread into a grin. “Robin Buckley,” she declared, walking around the counter to pull the other into a hug. They weren’t especially close, not really, but the fact that Robin had come at the perfect time to save Evie from a grief spiral made her a certified superhero. “It’s been a minute.” Three years, at least. “How are you?” Evie dropped her hands, allowing Robin to browse. “Looking for anything in specific?”

#feat. robin #i hope this is okay !!