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[oneowlartist]

Exam time and study session at your best friend's home? Sounds right? :) Pick this outfit [for teens].

This backpack has ample space to pack your books, laptops and other essentials. Pair it up with a gorgeous yellow crew neck tee and leggings for relaxed movements.

[vintagehomecollection]

Bright Ideas for Your Home, 1978

[kimkaelyn]

" It’s October 31, 2018—Halloween in Shibuya.....You try not to think about it too much as you reach into your bag to check the time on your phone: 8:37PM. There’s not a lot of time: you need to move. "

Inspired by beyond the unending night by @stellamancer

[videostak]

Blasting white light white heat while driving to the bank and then the thrift (not the one i work at) fuck yeaaa

[seismologically-silly]

so the hamburger cake i got yesterday is fecking delicious

[tamaharu]

^_^

[yuu-kumeii]

Aksjdgsh talk about target audience

I'm super glad you liked "Bad Hair day" and I'm glad to find another "long hair on men lover" 🤝🏻

Your comments and tags made me smile and laugh so much, thank you <333

Oh and the Atsumu cosplaying Gru thing made me wheeze in real life

Frrr like Bad Hair day was targeted so well 😭 Also yes long haired men lover solidarity 🧎‍♀️ we stand together 🤝 and I'm glad you like my comments 🥺🥺🥺 lately I've been slacking in online interactions so I'm glad you liked the comments I've been able to make 👉👈

And like yeah if Tsumu wants to shave his head then he better be an iconic bald man 😒 might as well call him Grumu from now on 😍

[liyahsim]

[Falling for November] Collection

Hi!

This collection is designed for those Sims who seek authenticity and sophistication with a rebellious edge, featuring a rich and bold color palette in deep wine, black, army green, mustard yellow, electric blue, red, purple, and brown.

The collection is perfect for making a statement with a mix of textures and intense colors, with leather as the ultimate protagonist of an imposing and timeless aesthetic!

Check the full collection here

ITEMS

Leather Jacket with Dress

Leather Jacket

Leather Skirt

Leather Skirt v2

Asimetrical Top

Cargo Pants

Wool Sweater

Chained Moccasins

Leather Tall Boots

SWATCHES

*The ones in green are extra swatches inspired in Life and Dead expansion, I thougth at something for the sims who are in the new Reaper Career  or for the sims with the macabre trait 💀💪.

RELEASE DATES

Leather Jacket with Dress [15/11/2024 EARLY ACCESS] //  [13/12/2024 PUBLIC ACCESS]

Leather Jacket + Leather Skirt [22/11/2024 EARLY ACCESS] //  [20/12/2024 PUBLIC ACCESS]

Asimetrical Top + Cargo Pants [29/11/2024 EARLY ACCESS] //  [27/12/2024 PUBLIC ACCESS]

Wool Sweater + Leather Skirt [06/12/2024 EARLY ACCESS] //  [03/01/2025 PUBLIC ACCESS]

Chained Moccasins + Leather Tall Boots [13/12/2024 EARLY ACCESS] //  [10/01/2025 PUBLIC ACCESS]

Hope you like it! 🧡

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[robinsnest2111]

remembering the cool pair of knockoff chucks I used to have as a teen

they were by the brand Kingsway, were bright red with a cool Chinese dragon print in white around the ankle area. I used to thread jingle bells on the laces (inspired by a friend of a friend) and annoyed everyone at school with them whenever I walked the halls during recess

[sauntervaguelydown]

it's funny although a little exasperating how artists designing "princess" or medieval-esque gowns really do not understand how those types of clothes are constructed. We're all so used to modern day garments that are like... all sewn together in one layer of cloth, nobody seems to realize all of the bits and pieces were actually attached in layers.

So like look at this mid-1400's fit:

to get the effect of that orange gown, you've got

chemise next to the skin like a slip (not visible here) (sometimes you let a bit of this show at the neckline) (the point is not to sweat into your nice clothes and ruin them)

kirtle, or undergown. (your basic dress, acceptable to be seen by other people) this is the puffing bits visible at the elbow, cleavage, and slashed sleeve. It's a whole ass dress in there. Square neckline usually. In the left picture it's probably the mustard yellow layer on the standing figure.

Specific Italian style gown. This is the orange diamond pattern part. It's also the bit of darker color visible in the V of the neckline.

surcoat, or sleeveless overgown. THIS is the yellow tapestry print. In the left picture it's the long printed blue dress on the standing figure

if you want to get really fancy you can add basically a kerchief or netting over the bare neck/shoulders. It can be tucked into the neckline or it can sit on top. That's called a partlet.

the best I can tell you is that they were technically in a mini-ice-age during this era. Still looks hot as balls though.

Coats and surcoats are really more for rich people though, normal folks will be wearing this look:

tbh I have a trapeze dress from target that looks exactly like that pale blue one. ye olden t-shirt dress.

You can see how the “renaissance festival” style of kirtle (left) is a modern recreation of this look (right)

so now look here:

(this is a princess btw) both pieces are made of the same blue material so it looks as if it's all one dress, but it's not. The sleeves you're seeing are part of the gown/coat, and the ermine fur lined section on top is a sideless overgown/surcoat. You can tell she's rich as fuck because she's got MORE of that fur on the inside of the surcoat hem.

okay so now look at these guys.

Left image (that's Mary Magdelene by the way) you can see the white bottom layer peeking out at the neckline. That's a white chemise (you know, underwear). The black cloth you see behind her chest lacing is a triangular panel pinned there to Look Cool tm. We can call that bit the stomacher. Over the white underwear is the kirtle (undergown) in red patterned velvet, and over the kirtle is a gown in black. Right image is the same basic idea--you can see the base kirtle layer with a red gown laced over it. She may or may not have a stomacher behind her lacing, but I'm guessing not.

I've kind of lost the plot now and I'm just showing you images, sorry. IN CONCLUSION:

you can tell she's a queen because she's got bits I don't even know the NAMES of in this thing. Is that white bit a vest? Is she wearing a vest OVER her sideless surcoat? Girl you do not need this many layers!

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[dadsbongos]

jennifer's body - z.maki

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection

...

warnings - vaginal fingering *nerd emoji*, thigh riding, maki's the top as per usual, car sex, you're a whiny bitch but maki's into it, potential cum eating

word count - 2.2 K / rating - R

Maki detests a lot of things, but above every single one of those things - she detests being put on missions with you most of all.

“Eek!” Maki’s balance is hardly thrown off despite the way you rip her arm to your chest. You hug her close and push your cheek to her shoulder, “Please protect me, Maki!”

She snorts, looking down at you curled around her form, “You’re a grade two, you know? You don’t have to hide behind me.”

Feeling the impression of your lips molding into a pout against her, you ‘hmph’, continuing down the creaky, dank hall, “A grade two can still be scared!”

Naturally, yes. However, the degree of fear you commonly express makes teaming with you such a hassle. Though not necessarily because she finds it annoying.

Maki feels your skittish fingers dance down to hers, and she clasps your hand tightly. Her heart throbs uncomfortably at the idea of your poor brain all stressed and overheating, skin chilled, and throat too tight to speak. A terrible thing that is. Yes, she hates it more than anything else in the world.

So Maki walks just a pace quicker than you, ensuring she’s upfront. But no matter that, she is not the one to suffer this mission’s great blowback.

As if freshly blistering up from between the floorboards, a puffy, mushroom-shaped spore oozes from beneath your boot. Mustard yellow curd gushes onto the ground from each pore with a soft puff of orange gas into the air.

“Damn!” Maki curls an arm around your waist and tucks you behind her.

The particles cling to your nose, itching and irritating; they claw down your throat and paint over the front of your uniform.

By the time Maki has splattered the curse, you’re feverish. Still coughing up dust and reaching out for her.

“Are you okay?” she cradles your sweltering frame in her broad hands.

“Car,” you wheeze out, falling into her stronger frame, “We need to get outta here.”

Your thighs squeeze together, hips mindlessly squirming into the sticky leather of the backseat. Leaning into Maki, you take her arm again, breasts squishing against her firm muscles and pressing her hand between the clench of your thighs. Her palm digs into the meat of your inner thighs and it takes about 60% of your brain power to keep from humping her hand.

Pressing your face to her neck, you know she can feel the softness of your lips on her smooth skin. You know she can feel the hot puffs of your words, “Maki… Maki I think we should pull over…”

“What?” her cheeks go pink, eyes falling to you from beneath her lenses. Her other hand comes up to cup your cheek, it burns beneath her skin, “Talk to me, huh? What’re you feeling?”

“Hmm,” you turn into the feeling of her cupping your cheek, and your gaze finds Maki’s crinkled face. Eyes wide beneath furrowed brows, lips down in a frown, “I feel so hot, Maki, please- “ you jerk up, rutting against her hand, “Please pull over!”

The car doesn’t stop. Maki moves her hand from your cheek to press against your feverish forehead. She barks over at Ijichi, “Hey, pull over!”

You all jerk at the sudden stop before Ijichi shamefully restarts the car to more carefully move off the side of the road. He turns in the driver’s seat to look at the pair of you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You think it’s cuter when Maki does it.

Oh, Maki.

You blink up at her lazily. Lashes fluttering. She reddens more at the movement, you like that.

“Maki,” you whisper, low enough so even Ijichi can’t hear, “I think it was an aphrodisiac.”

She looks away, pointlessly, to the back support cushions behind you. Her chin tucks close to her chest and you can hear the strain in her throat to whisper back just as low, “Can you hold out until we see Ieiri?”

“Mh-hmm,” you shake your head, thighs tightening around Maki’s hand and now using 80% of your brain power to not shamelessly grind on her, “No way…”

You need her. ‘Starved in a dungeon for weeks, and you finally see a fresh loaf of bread’ kind of need.

Maki feels something ugly burrow into her chest at the idea of Ijichi seeing you so weak and bothered. And something uglier arrives when she realizes it isn’t just because you’re an impaired friend - she doesn’t even want Shoko seeing you like this if she can help it. Looking over at Ijichi, Maki jerks her head towards the door.

“Wh-what?” Ijichi stutters out, head lowering.

“Get out!” she snaps.

“Yes, ma’am!” Ijichi jumps out of the car, slamming the door shut in the process.

Maki watches him shuffle towards the trunk and stand with his back facing the vehicle. He twiddles his thumbs and stares down the empty road. She thinks he might be pouting after getting yelled at. She doesn’t spend much time on the thought before you’re sitting up on your knees.

Her hand is (sadly) free from between your legs and you drop her arm to shakily place both your hands on her shoulders. You settle onto one of her thighs, arms curling around her neck. Your nose nudges hers and you press a kiss on Maki’s cheek.

She can feel how warm you are through your thin tights. Unsurely, Maki’s hands find your hips, “What should I…?”

You hum, moving to her other cheek and kissing there, too, “I need you, Maki.”

Her hands squeeze your hips. To stop you or ground herself, she isn’t sure. Both works, probably. Right?

“You’ll regret it later,” now, Maki’s hands try lifting you off of her thigh, “It’s not a good idea.”

“No!” you wail, nails digging into Maki’s shoulders, hips stubbornly remaining in place. You rear back to bat your lashes at her again, chest rising and falling with your gasping breaths, “Won’t regret it, I promise…” your hips lower on her thick thigh, she tenses below you, “I love you, Maki,” you kiss her cheek again, hoping to tempt her, “Love you so much. Need you so bad.

90% of your brain power goes towards not humping her leg like a dog.

She’s frozen solid, your feverish cheek presses to hers and you pray it melts through her icy exterior.

“So jealous of Yuuta,” you murmur, moving to ghost your lips over hers. They’re so much softer than you thought they’d be, and they taste like cherry chapstick. The kind that reminds you of cough syrup, “Talking about him ‘n’ how strong he is… I hate it. ‘m not stronger than you, Maki, but ‘m better than Yuuta,” you feel her grin, her body jolting to life as two hands find the sides of your face, “Just wanna show you that I’m better than Yuuta.”

“You’re jealous,” she ‘tsk’s, “but you’re the one calling Okkotsu by his given name.”

“Don’t be mad…” you fight against her hold on your head and purse your lips against hers, a chaste kiss from you to her, “I love Maki, not Yuuta.”

100% of your brain power is put into your self-control. It overheats your brain and Maki can almost hear the gears churning, smell the smoke pouring from your ears when you finally give up and rut down into her thigh with a shaky gasp. You roll your hips against her thigh once again to test her reaction - she flexes her leg and her hands fly down to your hips to guide your movement.

“Are you sure?”

You sigh against her lips when your clit catches sweetly on her thigh, nodding frantically and rubbing against her thigh faster, “Please, Maki? I’ll go totally crazy if you keep making me beg…”

She snickers against your lips, pausing to kiss you again while dragging your cunt over her flexed thigh, “Sorry.”

A pitchy whine is strangled in the back of your throat, the fire in your gut only burning hotter. Quickly unsatisfied with the dulling sensation between your legs, “Need more, Maki. ‘s not enough.”

Pulling back, Maki pushes up the leg you sit on, hoping to dig out the burning spores under your skin. She tilts her head, “What should I- what do you want?”

But you simply whine in response. Throwing your head back and grinding fruitlessly against her muscled thigh.

“Sorry, sorry,” she muttered, fingers abandoning your sides to dance up under your skirt, “So needy, you know that?”

“Hmph!” you lift your bobbing head to glare at the woman beneath you.

“What?” her nails bite into the snug, thin material of your tights. You gasp when the sharp pop of her fingers bursting the cloth rings out, she snickers at your doe-eyed stare, “They COMME des GARÇONS or something?”

Before you can begin jutting out your bottom lip and squirming off your tights by yourself, Maki worms her fingers through the gape and rips sideways. The warmth of her hand cups against your hot sex, the wet patch on your panties clinging to her skin. The sensation sends tingles down her spine. Down her spine and swirling around to her gut, swelling as you grind down into the heel of her palm.

“Please,” you lean down, pressing your forehead to hers. Heat fanning from your cheeks, and Maki can feel it. You know she can. You know she likes it, “Need you inside me, Maki.”

Her lithe fingers pull your panties to the side before running the pads of her middlemost fingers along your slit. Wetness glides down her skin, her head pitches up and her lips pucker. You meet her in the middle - soft and cherry-flavored - as her fingers slide inside you.

“So wet,” she muses against your lips, “I just slipped in, honey.”

“Need you,” you cant your hips down onto her fingers, “Need you so bad…”

“You really love me?” it could be teasing, but if you pry back the thickened, scarred skin beneath her uniform - you could feel that mushiness in her question. That softness of needing to know how you feel. Needing to know this isn’t a lie that some infection has conjured inside you.

“I love you!” her thumb nudges into your puffy clit, loosely swiping the characters of her name across the bundle. Fingers crooking up in an almost frenzied search for the little spot to put hearts in your eyes. You squeeze your arms tight around her neck, back arching and chest pressing close to Maki’s face, “Love you s’much, Maki! Wanna be your girl…”

She barely catches the admission over your whining moans.

“I’ll make you mine,” she juts her chin at you, “I’ll make all you mine.”

You squeal as she stirs the bubbling, electrified pot inside you, hips rocking down so you’re practically riding her fingers. Arms pulling back, you cup Maki’s soft cheeks and trap her head in place. Once again, your lips find hers.

Her wrist flexes with the force of her thrusting fingers, eagerly chasing the sensation of your velvety cunt sucking her deep inside you. The sloppy, crude sound of your wetness squelching out with every stroke inside your cunt makes her lightheaded. Her thumb quickens against your clit, and your thighs quiver on either side of her own.

“So pretty when you’re falling apart for me,” Maki rests her head against the seat, eyes lazily crawling along your form. She grins, wolfish in nature - like she could scarf you down whole if she pleased, “Really wanna be my girl, baby?”

She could.

“God, yes!” you firmly plant yourself against the heel of Maki’s palm, knocking her thumb off balance and grinding into the meat of her hand. Your juices drip down her hand as she continues to finger you in the backseat, watching the muscles in your thighs tense.

You’d let her.

“Then cum for me, yeah?”

A final press into your g-spot. One last nudge of your clit against her palm. Only one more peck of your lips to hers.

And you’re going limp, save for the unsteady twitching of your hips as the last of your release drools into Maki’s hand. Your head crashes down onto Maki’s shoulder, eyes drooping.

You yawn and Maki slowly pulls out of you, bracing her other hand against your hip to keep you from collapsing entirely. She settles you to slump fully on her lap. Her eyes stray to your cum, webbing between her fingers.

She wants it in her mouth. To slurp up the very essence of you and taste you on her tongue. But she pauses before committing.

That gas - powder? particles? poison? - could be contagious.

Though, if it were, she would’ve gotten it when kissing you, right?

But it could also be the sexual nature - the fact she’s ingesting your cum - that would spread it.

Looking down at you, your closed eyes and parted lips - if you aren’t sleeping, you’re definitely on your way. The heat is subsiding and your breathing has evened out.

There’ll be more opportunities later, she supposes. Mournfully, Maki wipes her sodden hand against her skirt before calling a shaky, flustered Ijichi back to the car.

[megalony]

He's Protective

Here is my newest Dark! Evan Buckley imagine, requested by anon and I absolutely fell in love with this idea.

I hope you will all like it, feedback always makes my day.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: Evan has been in love with Eddie's girlfriend for what feels like forever. And when she and Eddie break up, Evan seizes his chance to make her his. And he will use whatever method he can to have her.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) sank her teeth down into her lower lip as she leaned her head to the left and rested her cheek against her forearm that was slumped across the bar. Her eyes narrowed as she stared into the empty glass in front of her as if it would magically refill itself with another damning cocktail that tasted just like juice.

The good thing about these cocktails was that (Y/n) was already feeling the alcohol fizzling in her veins. She was on the verge of being drunk and she knew it, but that was okay. That was what she wanted.

A tepid smile formed on her lips when the bartender slid another drink over to her.

(Y/n) liked the shape of these glasses. They were round at the bottom, sucked in towards the middle and had an oval top like someone trying to suck in their stomach and show off their hips. The glass was a large one too, more alcohol hidden within.

The mustard yellow drink had swirls of orange and a flicker of crimson streaking through the middle, which would be from the cranberry juice. There were two strawberries on the edge with a stake driven through them and they made (Y/n)'s smile splinter into a sorrowful grimace.

Those strawberries resembled her heart.

Pierced. Driven through with a spike, leaving a hollow gap that didn't feel like it was going to get any better.

(Y/n) picked up the cocktail stick and tepidly ate the pieces of fruit before she began circling her finger around the glass to collect each crumb of sugar decorating the rim.

"I thought it was you."

A gasp burned at the back of her throat and she sat bolt upright on the bar stool that suddenly felt like it was hundreds of feet above the floor. When she wobbled backwards, a large, firm hand pressed into the base of her back and held her balance for her like she weighed nothing at all.

No words left (Y/n)'s lips when she looked up.

It was Evan.

He looked different to how he normally did when she saw him. (Y/n) was so used to seeing him in his work uniform or in jumpers which he liked to pull down over his hands. A few times she had even seen him in his gym gear consisting of shorts and a vest top that was either too big or too small, depending on which one he wore.

Tonight though, he was wearing a pair of black trousers that seemed to be new because they were straight as rulers and only had creases around the knees and the waist.

The shirt Evan wore was striking. A button-up, starched white shirt that had the first three buttons undone, showing off his neck, collar bone and the start of his smooth chest and the outline of his sternum. The sleeves stopped two inches after his shoulders and they looked like they were cutting into his biceps.

His hair was unruly tonight, not the usual soft-brushed waves with added gel. Each curl was wild and free, sparking off in all directions around his head and temple, and (Y/n) noticed he no longer had sideburns cut into his style. They had been shaved off. It made him look youthful yet somehow aged at the same time, making it very hard for anyone to determine his actual age.

"Hi, Buck." (Y/n) breathed through the words and let her eyes follow him as he perched down on the free seat next to her.

Sitting side by side showed how tall Evan was, because he slouched forward and still looked like he would tower over her. The smile on his face was charming and the way he tapped his finger against the condensation on his glass made a rhythmic sound that (Y/n) found herself concentrating on in her drunken state.

"Don't I always tell you to call me Evan?" His voice was melodic and the way he inclined his head to look at her made (Y/n)'s stomach pool with adrenaline. He looked sweet, charming. If she didn't know any better, she would say he was drunk with that charming smile, but something told her he wasn't as drunk as her. Not yet, anyway.

"No one else does."

"Hm, but you can." It was the same words he always said to her, but he said them with that one-sided smirk that made (Y/n) shiver.

He was always the flirt. It was their dynamic. Evan flirted with (Y/n) and broke any tension in any situation with a joke. He was cheeky enough to make (Y/n) feel at ease around him when with anyone else, she would be unsettled.

"You okay?" His eyes narrowed on her and his smirk faded into a smile when he looked her up and down.

Evan wasn't sure he'd seen (Y/n) drunk before. They'd never been out together or as a group and had drinks, he'd only seen her have one drink out of politeness at the garden party a few months ago.

He could feel his lungs seizing up in his chest, and he couldn't stop himself from gliding his tongue across his lips when he took in what she was wearing.

Her shirt had thin spaghetti straps on her shoulders, one of which was sliding halfway down her arm, exposing her strapless bra to his prying eyes. The blouse had a V-neckline that cut right down to her cleavage and when she leaned forward into the bar, Evan got a good view of something he had imagined for the last five or six months.

When he glanced down, he sucked in a deeper breath and hid his mouth behind his hand. She had to be somewhat drunk because she hadn't noticed her skirt had scrunched up around her thighs. If Evan just tilted back at an angle, he might get a view of her underwear. If he laid his hand on her exposed thigh he would get more than he bargained for.

Luck really was on his side, bringing him to the same bar that (Y/n) was in on a night where she was looking beautifully seductive without having to try.

"(Y/n), you good?"

"I'm okay," Her voice came out quiet and weak and (Y/n) internally cringed at her tone. Why did she sound so childish? It was clear she wasn't okay. She knew she looked less than her best and the amount of drinks she had taken tonight gave away she wasn't having the best of times, here by herself.

She reached out for her glass and chugged back the cocktail in one which made a grin slide across Evan's face. He leaned back, impressed, placing one elbow on the bar while his hand scraped along his jaw in thought and his other hand pushed his beer bottle away from him.

He cast his hand out towards the bartender and casually twisted his beer bottle around to face the barman. He didn't want (Y/n) to see that he had been on the non-alcoholic beer tonight. If she wanted to get drunk, he would gladly supervise without making her feel uncomfortable if she knew he wasn't drinking too.

"Another round, and keep 'em coming." Evan waved his hand towards their drinks and dipped his head in thanks when the barman nodded.

He tilted back in (Y/n)'s direction, watching with fascination in his eyes as she propped her elbows up on the bar and dragged her hands along her neck. God, she was making it hard for him to stay in control, and she had no idea she was having any affect on him at all.

"So, what's going on? Or do you usually drink alone in bars?" Something told Evan she didn't.

He knew her. He knew her better than she would ever realise, and Evan knew this wasn't (Y/n)'s style. She didn't like going out alone or being in her own company when out in public. She was the nervous type who liked company and Evan could see she was relieved he was sitting with her now.

And if she was here, alone, without Eddie, then something must have happened between them. An argument. A falling out. Whatever it was, it meant Evan could get closer to the one girl he had fallen hard for, but who was just out of his reach.

When their drinks arrived, Evan clinked his bottle against her glass before taking a few swigs.

(Y/n) tried to pace herself and only drink half her glass instead of throwing the whole drink back in one. She didn't want to embarrass herself or push away the only company she had found all night. Her finger moved to swirl around the rim of her glass and she slowly collected the tiny cubes of sugar before she bit down on her finger and let the sugar dissolve on her tongue.

"Bad night… uh, me and Eddie, we… we broke up." (Y/n) dragged her fingers through her tousled hair and chuckled at the end of her words as if she had just told him a crappy joke.

Evan raised his brows in surprise but hid his mouth behind his hand so a smile didn't accidentally break out on his face.

What luck!

Was there a God out there listening and answering Evan's prayers?

The girl he had fallen hard for had been his best friend's girlfriend. There was no way Evan could do anything without ruining his friendship and pushing away the only girl he ever wanted.

All Evan could do was flirt with (Y/n) and test the boundaries to see how close he could get without breaking any rules or putting too much pressure on her. He didn't want her to tell Eddie how he flirted with her. When in public, the flirting was harmless, it was little jokes. But in small corners, he would whisper whatever he wanted in her ear to see her smile and blush and shy away from him in that cute way she did.

"Damn. Can uh, can I ask what happened?" If she didn't want to tell him then that was fine. He would find out from Eddie at some point anyway. But Evan was more interested in (Y/n)'s side of things and how she was feeling about this.

He found himself inching closer while a sarcastic laugh tumbled past her lips which only drew him in further.

"He 'doesn't want to hurt me'." Her hands moved to add air- quotations while her smile turned sour and she took another gulp of her drink that tasted more of vodka than juice this time around.

"What would he do to hurt you?"

(Y/n) leaned her head on her right hand while her other hand began tapping away along the bar. She stretched her leg out, but when her heel accidentally caught Evan's leg, she retracted. Until he hooked his ankle behind hers and started jostling her leg up and down. He was trying to lighten the mood. Trying to make her feel better. And it made her smile.

"He's met someone. Some floosy who looks just like Shannon, if you can believe it." Her eyes rolled and she gave Evan's leg a little nudge. "He can't stop thinking about her, and he's been hanging around with her. He doesn't look like he's gonna stop hanging around her, so he broke things off."

(Y/n) was happy, in a way. She was glad Eddie came clean before things went too far with this other woman. She was glad he could acknowledge that he was so intrigued by her because of her resemblance. And (Y/n) was happy that Eddie was breaking things off now, before he stepped over the line and did anything to hurt all of them.

But she was pissed.

How dare he think it was okay to hang around a doppleganger, go around town with her and then break things off with (Y/n) in order to continue being with this other woman. How did he think this was going to end? What did he think would happen when they got serious and this Kim eventually saw the pictures of Shannon in his home? How would Chris react if he ever saw her?

Eddie wasn't thinking this through, but if he wanted to do this then (Y/n) was glad to leave him. She was glad they were breaking up if he was going to act this way. That didn't stop her heart from reaching out for him, or the tears from falling down her face.

"Jesus, look at me." She laughed miserably and swiped her hands beneath her eyes to rid the tears before they made a mess of her features. She had done so well not to cry all night, she wasn't going to break now.

"I am. I like what I see; always have."

Evan's hand found her thigh and (Y/n) paused, darting her eyes between his bright ruby lips and his hand where his thumb was skitting across her bare thigh like it had always belonged there.

"Charmer."

"Hm." Evan stretched and downed his beer before he waved across for another round of drinks. "So, you came to drown your sorrows?"

"He ended it, so I thought, fuck him I'll go for a drink or ten, or twenty."

Her smile made Evan's heart swell and he couldn't resist inching to the edge of his chair so he was that much closer to her. And he couldn't stop the raging thoughts in his mind that wished those two little words- fuck him- said in that sultry tone, were said about him and implied in that way.

Evan dreamt of (Y/n). He thought of her. He drowned his sorrows on too many occasions when he thought about how the girl of his dreams was shacked up with his best friend and Evan couldn't do anything about it.

Well, now he could. She was here, she was single, she was looking at him with those eyes, and Evan would treat her so much better than Eddie. He wouldn't look at another woman, let alone go out with them behind (Y/n)'s back. He wouldn't entertain anyone else but her. She was the one for him and if he could just show her that, then they could be happy together. Eddie be damned.

"It won't end well. Someone who looks like Shannon, what's he expect to happen? And there's Chris to think about, he won't go through with it. He'll regret losing you soon."

"Thank you. Someone gets it… I think he knows it's wrong, but he's made up his mind and I won't try and change it."

No matter how hard (Y/n) had fallen for Eddie or how much she thought she loved him, it was done. He had made his choice and (Y/n) wasn't going to try and persuade him otherwise. He was a grown man and he could make whatever mistakes he chose. And (Y/n) had enough self-respect that if Eddie realised his mistake and wanted to try again, (Y/n) would say no.

She wouldn't let herself down by going back to someone who left her for a chance at something with a ghost of the past. She wouldn't be Eddie's rebound or have him crawl back to her when everything went wrong and blew up in his face.

They were done and (Y/n) was going to come to terms with it, hopefully sooner rather than later.

"That's his loss, pity the fool who lets you go. If you were mine, I'd never look at anyone else." He took the fresh bottle placed in front of him while (Y/n) aimed straight for the strawberries floating neatly on top of her drink.

He loved the way her eyes never left his as he spoke, though. He loved those blown pupils burrowing into his mind, and those plump lips parting and enveloping around the fruit in her hand. He loved her lashes, fluttering and blinking like she was trying to send him a secret message he had to decode.

(Y/n) could feel tears of a different kind welling up in her eyes when she looked across at Evan. The strawberry clasped between her teeth didn't taste half as sweet as the words falling from Evan's tongue.

"Your girl's a lucky one. Where do I find a guy like you?" Her voice shuddered and she took a swig of her drink that suddenly tasted bittersweet compared to Evan's words.

But she found her breath catching in her throat when Evan balanced his feet on the step of his stool and leaned across the small gap of space between them. Part of her felt like she should inch back, create some room between them, but this wasn't just any old stranger in a bar.

This was Evan. This was the guy who flirted with her any chance he got, the guy who put everyone before himself and was the sweetest person by all accounts at the station. This was the guy every girl wanted to have on their arm, and he was looking at (Y/n) like she was the only one in this bar- this whole city- worthy of a second glance.

"Right in front of you, sweetheart."

The sugar coating (Y/n)'s lips transferred onto Evan's lips and he couldn't help but dart his tongue out to lick the remnants from her lips. His tongue darted between her lips and battled with hers, feeling drunk off the vodka on her tongue and the citrus zest in her mouth.

All the air evaporated from (Y/n)'s lungs as she let Evan's hand cup her jaw and tilt her head back, giving him better access to her mouth that he was exploring like it was the seventh wonder of the world.

She could feel his thumb tracing the edge of her jaw and his fingers were pressing into the side of her neck making her pulse jump beneath his touch.

Her fingers started to jump and tap in anticipation and confusion and bewilderment. He was kissing her. He was clinging to her, with his free hand now on her hip. And when their lips finally parted and she gasped for air with stars in front of her eyes, (Y/n) realised Evan had stood up from the stool and was now stood right between her legs.

He had parted her thighs to fit between them just like he had always belonged there and in doing so, he had pushed her shirt further back on her thighs, barely covering her modesty. Not that he seemed to care at all, with his free hand clamped down on her hip like he was preventing her from moving an inch away from him.

She could feel Evan panting into her mouth, their lips still practically touching, even if they were now gasping for air. The end of his nose nudged against hers and his lips curved into a wide smirk that had butterflies floating all throughout (Y/n)'s abdomen and up into her chest.

"Wanna come back to mine?" As he spoke, Evan slithered his hand from her hip to circle around her waist.

He loved the gasp she elicited which he swallowed up in another kiss when he tugged her to the very edge of her seat until she was practically sat on his hips and her legs automatically hooked around the back of his.

"God, yes." She panted against his lips while her hands moved to grip his shirt tight enough that she was almost popping the buttons undone. She clung to him to keep her balance and her sanity, which was teetering on the edge, about to drop off into oblivion.

He couldn't kiss her like that and expect her not to say yes to that question. She would go anywhere with him, all he had to do was ask, well, he probably didn't have to ask at this rate.

Evan's lips morphed into a smile as he sucked (Y/n)'s lower lip between his teeth like it was one of the strawberries from her cocktail.

He brushed his thumb up and down her back and slid his other hand down her jaw to hold the side of her neck instead.

Finally.

She was finally going to be his. Tonight. She was coming home with him, and after tonight, Evan would bind her to him forever. He wasn't about to let one night fade into a memory and never have the luxury or the pleasure of having (Y/n) again.

If she was coming home with him, then he was going to make damn sure that she was going to be his girl. Eddie had let her go, that was his loss and simultaneously the best win of Evan's life. He could finally have the girl of his dreams without breaking his best friend's heart or causing shockwaves in their friendship group.

He could have her. She was going to be his. She was finally within his grasp and Evan wasn't letting her go.

This was just the beginning.

***

Confusion mixed with glee plastered across Evan's face when he opened the apartment door.

(Y/n) was here.

He hadn't expected her to turn up to his place, especially not unannounced. After their hook up little over two months ago, contact between them had been small and stilted. (Y/n) felt bad. She didn't want to start anything with Evan or acknowledge what happened between them and hurt Eddie, and for the most part, Evan understood.

They had to wait. He couldn't expect her to start dating him or being around him too much and risk Eddie finding out. Their one night together had been enough for Evan, it was enough to calm his raging obsession over (Y/n). Knowing he'd had that night with her and that hundreds more nights like that were doubtless going to happen.

They just had to wait a little while, and it seemed the waiting was over if (Y/n) was here at his door, wanting to speak to him and be around him. A few texts every now and then and crossing paths when they went to see Chris was the most contact they had had since that night in the bar.

He moved his arm to welcome her inside and shut the door after her, following her through into the kitchen, which took him by surprise. He thought she would go into the living room if she was here to talk.

"I- I'm sorry to turn up unannounced like this, but I really need to talk to you." (Y/n) rolled her lips together and moved into the kitchen.

Her hands began to tap against the counter and she leaned her elbows forward onto the edge to prop herself up. Her eyes followed Evan as he moved to stand beside her but with his back and hips against the counter so he was facing her properly.

He folded his arms over his chest and tilted his head to one side, looking at her with that smile that made (Y/n) weak in more ways than one.

He observed her. She put her bag down on the counter beside her. Her hands were fiddling and tapping and moving at every second like she hard far too much nervous energy that she needed rid of. The way she bit her bottom lip told Evan she was nervous about something and therefore he was glad she was here so he could help with whatever the problem was.

"Sure, what's up, is everything okay?" His arms stayed folded over his chest and he began to tap his fingers on his biceps as he watched her.

She looked anxious. (Y/n) never normally seemed anxious around him, and she certainly hadn't been nervous that night they spent together. She had no need to be on edge around him, she knew how much he fancied her and they always got along like a house on fire.

"I- oh, Evan, I'm…"

Evan's brows furrowed as he watched her fumble for the right words before she seemed to give up. She rattled through her bag and handed him a small white and blue stick that took him by surprise. He gingerly took what she held out to him before his brows lifted and he did his best to supress his smile.

A pregnancy test. She was pregnant.

"Oh, wow." Evan set the test down behind him on the counter while he watched (Y/n) drop her head down into her hands. He noticed the way her fingers scratched into the back of her head and it made him desperate to reach out and stop her.

"I'm sorry," She wasn't quite sure what else to say, but she all but jumped when she felt his hand on her lower back.

"Why're you sorry?"

"Well, I- I know this is a mess. If Eddie finds out, God he's going to be so angry, look at me. He breaks up with me, and I sleep with his best friend." (Y/n) scratched her nails into her scalp as tears welled up in her eyes and she doubled over a bit more.

What would Eddie say when he found out? How bad did this make her look? How awful was she? Yes, Eddie had broken up with her and yes it was because he wanted to try something with someone else for the completely wrong reasons. But (Y/n) had gone and slept with his best friend almost immediately. She shouldn't have slept with Evan, it was too soon, it was the wrong move to make. She should have been more careful.

"Hey, hey don't do that. It doesn't matter right now what he's going to think, Eddie's not in this situation."

Reaching out, Evan held onto her forearms and gently reeled her up off the counter so she was stood up straight. He tried to pull her into his embrace but (Y/n) shook her head and took a step back. That upset him. He could feel his heart lurching up into his throat when she retreated from his touch.

"I- I- would you take a test? You can hate me if you want, I deserve it, but- but I wanna be sure-" (Y/n) tried to find the paternity test in her bag but just as she slumped it onto the counter, Evan gently but firmly took hold of her wrists.

He turned her attention back to him, and (Y/n) was more than surprised to find a calming smile lighting up his face. He brushed his thumbs over the back of her hands and tugged her closer until she was practically stood between his legs, almost leaning forward into his chest.

Why wasn't he shouting at her? Why wasn't he getting angry or infuriated? Why wasn't Evan telling her she was inconsiderate and rude and that he wanted nothing more to do with her? How could he be so calm in this situation?

"I'll take the test if you calm down for me." When he gently pressed his temple down against hers, (Y/n) almost fainted.

"Why're you being so calm about this?"

"Because I know that we can do this. We're not strangers, we're friends, and I kind of think you know already that I'm crazy about you. So, take a deep breath, and smile for me. I'll do the test, then when we know for sure, we can sit down and talk about how we're gonna do this. Okay?"

(Y/n) barely found herself nodding along but when Evan pecked her temple, she let the tears fall and pushed into him.

She bound her arms as tightly as she could around his torso and buried her face into his shirt. He smelled like leather and cologne; (Y/n) liked his aftershave. She loved the feeling when his arms curved around her. She loved the way his chest rumbled as he chuckled softly into her hair and her knees trembled when he pecked the top of her head.

She still couldn't fathom how he was so calm about this. She dropped a bombshell on him that she was pregnant, and she had just asked him to take a paternity test because she had to be sure. (Y/n) was almost one hundred percent sure that it wasn't Eddie's. The dates wouldn't add up and Eddie always, always, used protection. He didn't want anymore kids, he was adamant about that.

(Y/n) had been sure that she and Evan had used protection, but clearly it hadn't been effective because she was pregnant. Her dates made sense if it was Evan's baby and somehow, it would be easier if it was.

She wouldn't have to tell Eddie and have him be angry or confused or unsure about doing this with her. They would have to scramble to decide whether to get back together or co-parent whilst not being in a relationship, and (Y/n) did not want to do that. And she didn't want to get back with Eddie after the way they broke up. She was glad to leave him in her past and simply try to be friends with him, for all their sakes.

The only issue with this being Evan's baby was how they would tell people and how they would explain this if they went through with this pregnancy. Eddie would figure out the dates, he wasn't stupid, and he would likely hold this against them both. Rightfully so.

"That's better." Evan murmured into her hair when he felt (Y/n)'s breaths evening out against his sternum.

Now she was tucked up in his embrace, Evan allowed the broad smile to pull at his lips and he slouched back into the counter while he dragged his hand up and down her back.

He wasn't in any doubt.

Evan knew one hundred percent that this baby was his, but if it would calm (Y/n) down, he would take the test to calm down her anxiety.

He was Eddie's best friend, so he had heard the ins and outs of Eddie's thoughts and feelings for the last six years. He knew Eddie was adamant that he wasn't having any more kids. Chris was his one and only as far as he was concerned, and that was how Evan knew Eddie always used protection with any girlfriend he had. He wouldn't take the risk of (Y/n) getting pregnant.

It had to be Evan's, and he knew that because he didn't use protection that night they slept together after the bar. Evan knew (Y/n) was under the impression that he did, and he wouldn't tell her otherwise because it didn't matter anymore, she was already pregnant. The ins and outs and reasonings didn't matter now.

Evan loved her. He had loved her since the moment he laid eyes on her and he had been jealous every moment of every day when she had been with Eddie. Evan felt like he was going to combust whenever he thought about (Y/n) and the fact that he couldn't be with her.

That night at the bar changed everything. He loved her and she had wanted to be with him, it was as plain in her eyes as it was in how she clung to him and went home with him.

And he knew that if she got pregnant, that would be it. Their fates would be entwined and cemented together if she had a baby. She would be his girl, his and only his. She would have his baby, they would be a proper family.

With that thought in mind, Evan bypassed using protection. He made a show of looking in the bedside drawer for one, but (Y/n) had been too drunk to check if he actually found and wore one. Evan methodically planned it out in his head, this plan was what was best for them and now they were having a baby and he would always put her and the baby first.

He and Eddie were opposites. Eddie didn't want kids, Evan wanted lots, and (Y/n) was the one girl he wanted them with. He knew if she didn't get pregnant that night all it would take was a few more nights together and it would happen, but luck was clearly on his side as that one night had worked in his favour.

She was having his baby. She was his girl now.

***

A swell of relief bubbled to life in (Y/n)'s chest and sparked through her stomach when she clocked eyes on a familiar swarm of chocolate brown hair heading in her direction. She stood up and tried to smile when Eddie walked over to her.

He had one hand stuffed into his trouser pocket and the other hand stretched out in her direction. He seemed to debate whether or not to reach out for her, they weren't together anymore. They were barely on speaking terms after how things ended between them. But he settled on reaching out for her elbow and giving her a small squeeze.

"Sorry I'm late, I tried calling."

"Oh, uh my phone's out of battery. I got you a coffee, black, three sugars." (Y/n) motioned towards the table where two drinks were laid out ready before she eased back down into her seat.

Her phone hadn't actually run out of battery. She'd switched it off. Her location settings couldn't be checked if her phone was off. Evan would think she was still at home; he wouldn't know she had gone out. The other option was leave her phone at home, but that didn't feel safe. Just in case something happened or she had some sort of emergency.

"I wasn't sure I believed Buck when he told me."

A shiver crawled down (Y/n)'s spine when Eddie pointed to her stomach. She could see he was trying his best to smile, but he couldn't manage it. He couldn't hide the agony from his eyes either, and it felt like a knife imbedding into (Y/n)'s chest.

Eddie sat down opposite her at the table, resting his elbows on the table while his hands tapped and fiddled with the coffee cup (Y/n) pushed his way.

He didn't believe when Evan sat him down and tried to talk to him. He didn't believe either of them would do this to him, that they would see each other behind his back, so quickly after he and (Y/n) broke up. And Eddie certainly couldn't wrap his head around the fact that they were now having a baby together and had subsequently moved in with each other. It didn't seem real.

When (Y/n) couldn't find a reply and she didn't answer, Eddie cleared his throat.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" He had been a little more than surprised when (Y/n) called and asked if he would meet her to talk.

He had been apprehensive about meeting her, they hadn't spoken much since they broke up. A quick text here and there to arrange for (Y/n) to see Chris or take him out for the afternoon, that was about it. He wasn't sure what she wanted to talk about, he had a feeling it wasn't about their relationship. And Evan had already assured him that the baby was Evan's, so there was no panic about paternity.

"I don't know what to do… I think I need help."

"Help with what?"

"Evan,"

(Y/n) winced when Eddie's brows narrowed and he gave her such a strange look as if she had grown a second head. She clenched her hands together beneath the table, waiting in agony as Eddie took a few mouthfuls of coffee while he deliberated on what to say.

"Really? What kind of help?" The look he gave her was a strange one. He couldn't see what kind of help she thought Eddie could give, or what kind of help she would need in the first place.

"I- well, I…" Her hand reached up to tangle in her hair, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to get rid of. She didn't want to cause problems between them, at least no more than she already had, but (Y/n) didn't know what to do anymore. "I'm struggling, I've never seen this overbearing side of him before."

There. She'd said it.

(Y/n) had never seen Evan become like he was now. She had never had him be so consuming, overwhelming, suffocating like this and it was strange. It wasn't anything she had seen in him before, not that they had ever been as close as they were now. But his behaviour was starting to worry (Y/n), and since Eddie was one of the closest people to Evan, and he had been close to her at one point, she thought he might be the one to ask for help.

Eddie set his cup down and dragged his hand up and down his jaw and the side of his neck before he chose his answer carefully.

"He's protective over his loved ones, and he's always wanted kids. This is the dream he never thought he'd get. You can't blame him for being cautious or a bit… clingy."

Protective. Is that what this was? Is that all that this was? Had (Y/n) read too much into his behaviours? Surely not, surely she had some cause for concern where Evan was concerned.

"Evan, I won't be out for long, and it's not like I'm going out on a drinking night, is it?" (Y/n) ran her hand up and down her stomach that hadn't changed shape yet. She wasn't starting to show yet, but the premise was still the same.

She was meeting her friends for lunch, they wouldn't be going out drinking all afternoon and even if her friends would be drinking, (Y/n) wouldn't be joining them. She couldn't; she wasn't irresponsible to drink while she was pregnant. And her friends knew, she had told them the good news and they were happy for her.

Her teeth sank down into her lower lip and she tilted her head to one side, folding her arms over her chest when Evan moved in her path. He blocked the kitchen doorway like a boulder. The smile on his face was sweet like sugar and the way he leaned down towards her almost made (Y/n)'s knees cave.

"What if they want to go out drinking, you can't exactly join them. Why don't you just stay home with me?"

His arms cocooned around her waist and he tucked his face into her neck even as (Y/n) tried to move her hands to his shoulders and playfully nudge him away.

"Because they want to meet up."

"Just stay here, I can look after you better if you're right here with me. I can't do very much if you're out, can I?" It would be easier if she stayed home. Evan could do a lot to look after her and keep an eye on her if she was here. If she went out, he would only worry and panic over her and worry if she was alright.

"Evan-"

"It's not like they've been keeping in touch recently anyway, is it?" His words stung almost as much as his teeth biting a mark into her neck, but they also rung true.

(Y/n) hadn't spoken to the girls from work very much recently, even before she and Eddie broke up they hadn't been meeting up very often. Today was the first time in what, two months that they would all be going out together. But if it took this long for them to want to meet up, maybe (Y/n) would be better off cancelling and staying home. Surely all of them, (Y/n) herself included, would have made more effort if they all cared more.

Tilting back in her seat, (Y/n) leaned her head to one side. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting when she asked Eddie here, but she thought he might just understand. She thought that maybe, Eddie could see it too. Clearly she was seeing this differently to everyone else.

"Chris wants to see you, by the way." Eddie nudged her foot beneath the table to make sure her mind wasn't drifting off into space, and he managed a smile when she looked back at him.

"I miss him." The words stung her throat and made her chest tighten with the need to burst into tears.

She missed Chris. She really did. Getting close to Eddie also meant getting close to Chris, and (Y/n) wanted to keep in touch with him, she wanted to check how he was doing and continue taking him out and being there for him. She hadn't seen him a lot recently, something that (Y/n) sincerely regretted every day that Chris crossed her mind.

"Yeah, he's been asking why you haven't visited lately."

'Because Evan wouldn't let me.'

She only seemed to go out and meet people whenever she was going out with Evan. If he was busy at work or they were at home, (Y/n) didn't see anyone. She hadn't taken Chris out on her own since just before she found out she was pregnant. Since being with Evan, she only took Chris out when the three of them went on days out.

She didn't see the team unless her and Evan were meeting up with them. She didn't see her friends anymore. (Y/n) didn't have many people to talk to and if she called people while Evan was at work, he asked why. He asked why she waited until he went to work rather than talking to them while he was around.

His voice hung in the back of her head when he was at work and stopped (Y/n) from talking to the few people she had left.

"I haven't seen much of anyone lately." Her head hung down and she smiled remorsefully to herself while she sipped her drink.

"Why?"

"I only see people when I go out with Evan, if I try going out without him he- he starts messaging, getting nervous."

'Controlling. Upset. He doesn't like me seeing anyone without him, if he can't physically see or be with me then his anxiety flares up. He thinks things will go wrong if he doesn't control the situation.'

'He gets jealous and anxious if I talk to people and he doesn't know what I've said. Having things in common with people might mean I want to be with them more than him.'

"I can't seem to breathe without him, Eddie and it's… it's getting hard." That was why she asked him here. She needed help, (Y/n) was starting to drown and she needed someone to throw her a life jacket, or she feared she was never going to come up for air.

"Hey baby, where are you going?"

Dread dwelled in the pit of (Y/n)'s stomach and she halted in her stride, clenching her phone tighter in her hand. She pressed it so harshly to her ear that her pulse began to throb in her veins and pound in her head.

How did he know? How did Evan know she had left the house? He was supposed to be at work.

She took a sweeping look around her surroundings, but there weren't many people out in the park. None of them looked familiar, no faces resembling the team or their families. Evan wasn't hiding in the crowd. No one here was looking at her, no one could have phoned Evan to let him know she left home without telling him first.

"What?" Her voice sounded feeble and she hated how weak it made her sound, especially when her throat tightened with the sensation of wanting to burst into tears.

"I didn't think you were going out today. You've not got any appointments, is everything okay?"

For a brief moment, she rummaged through her bag as if she thought she was going to find a tracker in there, monitoring her movements, watching where she was going. But then it dawned on her. The tracker was in her hand. She had her phone on her. There were location apps on some phones.

Had Evan connected their phones? Had he turned the locator app on in her phone? Was that how he knew she wasn't at home? Why was he tracking and watching her when he was at work? Didn't he trust her?

"I- I just wanted some fresh air…"

"Okay, well I'm finishing work now anyway, so I can come get you and we can go out somewhere."

"I don't know what kind of help you want, but I don't see what I can do anyway. You moved onto my best friend what, days, maybe a week after we broke up. And now you're pregnant. You moved on with him pretty quick (Y/n), Hell you're moved in with him already, you didn't move in with me-"

"Because he asked me to and I'm pregnant. Did I really have any other choice?" Tears welled up in her eyes as she pressed both hands down on the table and leaned closer to him.

What else was she supposed to do?

Eddie never asked her. He never wanted to take that step further in the relationship, and (Y/n) respected that. She respected that Eddie was weary of commitment and took things at his pace.

But this was different. She and Evan didn't have a lot of choices. She was pregnant and if they wanted to try and make this relationship work and give their baby a stable upbringing, they had to live together. (Y/n) couldn't bring up this child on her own, she didn't want that and neither did Evan. Their only option was to move in together, surely Eddie could see and understand that.

"He seems pretty happy with you, and you've been cosy up to now." The clear cut tone to Eddie's voice made (Y/n)'s lips curl and she bit down on her lower lip to stop from bursting into tears.

"How do you know that, you've barely spoken to me since we broke up." She couldn't help snapping back at him.

Eddie didn't have the right to sit there and tell her she was wrong or she was being silly and pretend she was overreacting. She asked him here for help, Eddie had to know that she would only do that if she was desperate. He hadn't seen her much since they broke up. She had taken Chris out twice since they ended things, and she barely talked to Eddie when she picked Chris up.

The few other times she saw Chris, Evan had been there and he smoothed over the conversation. Eddie couldn't say things had been fine and cosy when he only had Evan's version of events, he didn't see things from (Y/n)'s point of view.

"Did you sleep with him before we split?" His hand ran down his jaw before his arms folded on the table and he rose a brow.

"How can you ask me that?" She didn't have the will to prevent the tears from falling down her face anymore.

If he was going to do this to her then she was going to go home. She wouldn't sit here and have Eddie accuse her of cheating when she did everything right in their relationship. She left when Eddie wanted to break up. She didn't argue or try and make things complicated. She tried to smooth things over for Chris and still be there for him. She didn't go round telling anyone other than Evan exactly why Eddie broke up with her when she had every right to say what he had done to her.

And now he had the nerve to ask if she had been cheating on him with his best friend.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n) I- I just don't like my ex and my best friend getting together right in front of me. You have to admit you two moved fast."

"Yes, and it wasn't planned."

(Y/n) hadn't planned on sleeping with Evan, she didn't plan on meeting him in that bar that night. Nor did she plan to get pregnant or get into a relationship with Evan so swiftly after leaving Eddie. But this was the way things had turned out, she couldn't lie or pretend otherwise.

"It's a pretty big coincidence though-"

"Forget it. This was a bad idea, I'm- I'm going home. Bye Eddie."

She got up as fast as she could, snatched her bag onto her shoulder and stormed out, ignoring Eddie's voice calling after her.

If he was going to berrate her then she wasn't going to sit and listen to it, she didn't have to listen anymore. She asked Eddie here for help, but he wasn't going to help her, and that was okay. She would sort this on her own, just like she had to.

Her hands swiped across her cheeks, brushing away the tears as she briskly walked down the street, aiming for home.

A home which she shared with Evan. (Y/n) couldn't go to anyone else, she didn't have anyone else and no one else she trusted would help her, they would side with Evan. They were all his friends. It didn't seem to matter now, anyway. (Y/n) couldn't raise this baby alone and whether Evan had done this intentionally or not, she was bound to him.

They lived together, (Y/n) worked from home which isolated her from everyone and the only friends she had left were those who were close to Evan. They were his friends first, his team, his family. She would just have to try and talk to Evan, see if he could stop smothering her so much and let her have a bit of leeway. They would have to work this out together, no one else could or would help them.

"Evan loves me. He loves us," Her hand moved to glide up and down her bump and she sniffed through a smile when she felt a kick against her palm. The baby agreed. "And that's enough, it has to be."

Maybe Evan was all she needed. She could rely on him, he had proven that. He didn't get angry or annoyed or walk out on her when she told him she was pregnant, and when she asked him for the paternity test he was all too eager to prove it and be by her side. (Y/n) had to be the luckiest person in the world to have Evan, despite the tendencies and quirks he was now displaying.

He loved the bones of her and their baby. He did whatever he could for her, she could ask the world of him and he wouldn't question it. Who else would look out for her, love her, protect her and put her first in the way that Evan would?

If he was the only person in her life, at least he was the one she could count on.

She didn't need anyone else.

[readerstories]

When You Touch Me - Wolverine x male reader x Deadpool 5/?

Reader has a bike now ^_^ Also thought it was time to change up the gif, since it's both of them now ;3 Next chapter in a week! (AO3) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)

Warnings/tags: male reader, canon-typical violence, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn

Wordcount: 1373

Summary: You’ve heard many stories about how people met their soulmates. Everyone crazier than the last, ranging from typical meet cutes, meeting with one of them at death's door, in war, meeting at your soulmate's wedding to another, and everything in between and outside of that. You had just never expected to add yours to the crazy list, meeting yours in a fight, only realizing after trying to kill each other for at least half an hour. And you certainly don’t expect to have another.

It’s been another week since your last run-in with Wade, two weeks since you met them both. An ache has settled in your upper back, flowing through the muscles any time you bend over just the smallest amount. It feels like soreness after a hard workout, but you have done no such thing, doctor’s (Evelyn) orders.

You have taken another job though, you can’t just sit around and wait for your cuts to fully heal (luckily they are healing well), you would become too restless. You need to do something.

Which leads you to where you are now.

The warehouse has three levels with a big opening in the middle to hoist up crates and goods. You were there to keep watch over a shipment of guns on the upper floor, when they had stormed in on the first floor. Wade had been yelling, what you don’t know, but the gunshots following his words leaves you no doubt that it wasn’t nice. 

Because of fucking course they are a package deal even with this. Not that Logan’s claws had given you the impression that he was a demure housewife, but still. You hadn’t expected the yellow and blue suit, complete with a scowl with pointy ends on top that covers the upper half of his face. You don’t recognise him at first, but then there’s claws, and Wade jumping around in his Deadpool suit, so it’s not hard to tell it’s Logan under the yellow. 

Red and yellow. 

Like ketchup and mustard. 

You snort to yourself. 

Being able to recognise Wade’s voice even without words already should irk you, but this time it leaves you with an advantage, as you can stay back, and don’t rush into something unknown, or a situation you know you won't win.

You still haven’t made yourself known to them, preferring to watch as they utterly fuck up your job. You have to admit, they are effective as a team. Knowing when to split up, and when to draw back together. It’s not perfect, both of them absorb several gunshots, but thanks to their apparent unending healing factor they just keep going. 

They end up in the middle of the first floor, with people coming at them in a seemingly never ending attack. You lean on the railing around the hole on the third floor, gun in hand, just watching. Logan slices through people with ease, claws glinting in the light even when they are soaked with blood. Wade switches between his guns and katanas, seeking out targets with precision. Their fighting styles are very different, but their legs are hard at work. Logan moves around in bursts, occasionally running on all fours, sometimes kicking when he’s in range of people so they stumble and he can easily skewer them with his claws. Wade bounces around, kicking with purpose, breaking bones, and necks when he hits perfectly. Once even strangling someone with his thighs.

Your bond hums with excitement when you pay attention to it, because of course they are having fun with this.

As much as you are enjoying the show, you are honestly just starting to think about slinking away before they notice you, but then there’s suddenly another henchman rushing in next to you, firing down as he yells at you.

“Why the fuck aren’t you doing anything?!” He hits Logan’s shoulder as he yells. This gets Logan’s attention, making him look all the way up to you. He spots the man next to you first, as he is still firing, but he now starts missing Logan as he starts moving towards a column in the corner of the opening. He spots you next, and it’s only because you’ve been watching him move without hesitation for several minutes that you see the minute stutter in his step.

Next thing you know, his claws are digging into concrete, and he’s fucking climbing the fucking column. 

“You fucking idiot.” You hiss at the man next to you as you both draw back. He reloads his gun, you turn around to look for an exit.

You spot the red exit sign and door just as you hear a thud behind you. You move towards the door. There’s a scream behind you, another thud, before the warehouse falls mostly silent except from a scuffle somewhere below you. 

Then Logan calls your name. 

You freeze, fingers tightening around your gun. You could use it, but all you’ll likely get in return for your effort is a gun sliced in half (you had already seen Logan do that to others), and a pissed off Logan.

So you keep it down as you turn around, gaze as neutral as you can keep it as you look at him, absentmindedly noticing it’s mostly quiet around you now. You realize his mask has white eyes in the black, similar to Wade’s, but a little smaller. His claws retract, slowly disappearing into his hands as you watch them.

“Logan.” Your voice offers no warmth. “Fancy outfit.” He licks his lips, shifting on his feet, seemingly not knowing what to say to you now that he has your attention, not that he gets much time to speak, as you hear Wade yell for him.

“Where are you hiding peanut?”

“Third floor!” Then there’s footsteps on the stairs, and Wade appears, red suit and all. He spots you and Logan standing several feet apart, both tense, and starts, what you can honest to god only describe as skipping, over to Logan.

“We have to stop meeting like this pookie.” He slings an arm around Logan, winking at you. “Would ruin our reputation, fraternizing with the enemy.” He glances to the side, noticing the body laying there. “Thank you convenient anonymous henchman.” You tilt your head at them, squinting at Wade as anger simmers through you, muting anything that might be sent through their bonds to you.

“Don’t fucking call me that, and we are not doing anything.”

“You sure? The tension was thicker than Al’s oatmeal when I got here.”

“I was thinking of where to shoot Logan so I could run, and not get stopped.” A little white lie, because you weren’t then, but you are now. And Wade too of course. Logan scowls, you see his fists clenched tight, making you wonder how close his claws are to coming out again.

“Like I said, tension! Also, since you insist on keeping it professional at work, it’s Wolverine when we’re working.” You blink. Huh. You raise a brow.

“A weasel?” 

“A mustelid actually! Weasels are part of it, but so are badgers an-”

“Shut the fuck up Wade.” Logan, or Wolverine apparently, growls out as he looks between the two of you. He still looks unsure of what to actually say or do, but you’ll make that decision for him. For both of them.

“I’m just gonna keep doing what I was doing, and leave.” Before they can say anything or protest, you raise your gun, shooting off two quick shots. The first hits Wolverine’s knee, shattering his kneecap, the other does the same to Deadpool.

“Motherfucker!” They both lose their balance at the unexpected hits, Logan grunts in pain and Wade swears loudly as they crumple to the floor.

You turn around and sprint for the exit, finding yourself on a roof with a fire escape, which you run over to and quickly climb down. Your breath is in your throat, you hear Wade yell your name just as your boots hit the ground. You look up, both of them are looking over the edge of the building. You look away, running over to where you parked your black Yamaha R7 when you arrived earlier. You almost forgo the helmet to make it out of there quicker, but remind yourself through the urge to get away that that would suck with the wind and insects, so you put it on. The bike purrs to life, drowning out another call of your name. 

This time it's your turn to burn out of there as your soulmates watch your tail light disappear into the night.

Your shoulders ache as you lean forward, trying to make yourself as aerodynamic as possible as you rush away from your soulmates. 

(Part 6)

[daryltwdixon]

Live-In Bodyguard

A requested one shot:

hi!! i was wondering if you could write a little story where y/n and daryl were paired to live together when they first arrived at Alexandria and now have been living together for a while. They’re not necessarily friends, and actually don't really like each other and one day daryl is out hunting when y/n spills something on her clothes, leaving her with nothing but one of daryls old t shirts. 🤭🤭🤭🤭 he comes home and catches her in the kitchen where she pulls the tshirt down to cover her underwear and keeps apologizing. Tyyyyy @dixon555

I did take a little bit of creative liberty on the situation in which he catches you in buttttt what can I say :)

Fluffy, protective Daryl

When Rick comes out to meet you and the rest of the group, explaining the rooming situation at the compound you've arrived to, you can tell he seems hesitant before breaking the news to you. 

“Y/N…” he says carefully, his hand rubbing at his growing beard, “you and…” he looks over to Daryl, his eyes searching his chosen brother’s face. 

“No way,” you say, suddenly understanding, “No way, Rick. I can’t live with this guy,” your thumb points over your shoulder.

“Like you’re such a ray of sunshine,” Daryl snaps back at you, “think I wanna share a place with you either?” 

You and Daryl were…I mean, obviously you had lived together the past however long it had been since the group had found you. It had actually been Daryl who found you in an abandoned house, covered in walker guts and dirt after hearing you screaming when there was a whole group coming into the cabin. But since then, you'd been living in close quarters with everyone. As much as you had appreciated him coming after you, the rest of the time you’ve known him he’s always been on you–how you can’t be trusted on your own, always needing protection, never allowing you out of his sight. You had started going crazy that this man would barely speak to you, but insisted on always having eyes on you at all times. 

Rick sighs, looking at the ground, his forefinger and thumb at the bridge of his nose, “Look, y’all need to figure something out, this is just what I was told. The house has two rooms, you won’t be in each other’s way–”

“Great, great. Thanks a lot,” you groan, heading toward the row of houses, “my own live-in bodyguard,”

“Be nice,” you hear Rick saying under his breath to Daryl.

“Always am,” Daryl replies. 

This was going to suck.

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You’re drinking coffee at the small kitchen table in your house at Alexandria, finally starting to feel settled in the place. Daryl was out in the beginning days of your time here, he finally understood that the walls were enough to keep you safely out of harm’s way. You had tried to sneak out a few times, only to find him waiting for you at the exit, ready to stop you. It’s like he could read your damn mind. So, you gave up trying to work around his helicopter protection. You decided to focus on your house, making it a home for you. If Daryl was going to be out hunting most days anyway, you figured you would make it how you wanted it. You found a way to decorate the place, even if it wasn’t the easiest task. The walls had been freshly painted a couple weeks ago when you saw they were a nasty mustard yellow when you had first walked in.

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“Oh god,” you had moaned.

Daryl paused, suddenly rushing to you. He came up to your side quickly, scanning the room. You could tell he was on high alert.

“No, no, it’s nothing,” you assured him, “Just…the walls,” 

“The…walls?” he had grunted out

“They’re ugly,” you said to him, simply.

“And you were hoping for…?”

“Maybe a nice blue or something, anything but this awful mustard,” you said, and began walking around to discover the rest of the place. 

Two days later you had found a note stuck to a pail on the kitchen counter, with a large roller brush on top. When you approached it, a small, traitorous smile had crossed your lips.

“For making the walls less ugly” 

You hardly had to guess who the terrible handwriting was from. 

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You took the whole day to paint, excited for a new project that felt like making the house a home. Setting your lukewarm coffee down on the wooden floor to dip the paintbrush in a fresh coat of paint, you begin your task. You’re lifting the paintbrush up to the wall, gliding it gently along the seams where the corners meet. When you step back to view your work, you trip over your half empty coffee mug you left on the ground, causing you to flail your arms out for support, the paint brush in your hand splattering all over your shirt.

“Ah, shit,” you thought out loud, touching the bits of paint that were wet on your shirt now. There were blue splatters all down the front of your shirt and your sleeves. You sighed, and looked around. You might as well finish before going up to change. 

When all four walls of the downstairs were done, you head up the stairs. 

Unfortunately, you hadn’t really had the chance to get out and scavenge for new clothes in Alexandria since you mostly stayed in the house, trying to acclimate the past couple of days. Daryl was out on a hunting trip today–surprise, surprise. He seemed so pent up since arriving. Every little thing pissed him off lately, his temper was so easily brought out of him. Not that he was very forthcoming on the reason he was so annoyed lately. But you would see him roll his eyes, scoff, and just overall pouting as soon as you arrived. You knew Daryl was most comfortable out in the woods–it was his happy place, oddly. As much as anyone else was terrified to be out in the woods alone, he cherished it. He barely talked to you in the past months you’ve known him but you were quietly getting to know him from afar. Or at least as far as he’d let you get from him. He was intriguing as much as he was annoying to you. 

So you’re up stairs, searching to see if any of your dresser drawers happen to have a fresh set of clothes, but it seems you’re out of luck. The drawers are barren, the dusty wooden bottoms seemed to be mocking you now. ‘Told you to get some clothes,’ they tell you as you open and clothes every single one to no avail. ‘Should've left the house for some when you had the chance–now look at you’. You shake your head– anthropomorphizing a dresser is weird. It’s a dresser. It doesn’t speak. But if this one could you know it would be chiding you for being such a recluse the past few days of arriving at the commune. A sudden thought occurs to you– you had seen Daryl walking in with a few things over his arm yesterday when he came in from being out in the woods again. He had grumbled something along the lines of getting called to the main house and being told off for looking like a forest creature with how ratty his clothes were looking. It had made you chuckle to see him embarrassed, holding a pile of crisp clothes that were such a stark contrast against him, but now you were suddenly grateful. Maybe you could take one of them and he wouldn’t even realize it was his, since he probably hadn’t worn any of them. Looking out into the hallway to make sure he hadn’t snuck in and was about to catch you, you quietly walk over to his room. You hold the doorknob in your palm for a long second, talking yourself into going in. It’ll be fine, it’s not weird–it's just Daryl. You close your eyes shut tight and open the door.

The room was pretty barren much like yours, you weren’t sure what you were expecting, really. As you look around you see signs of his presence though– his poncho hangs over the back of the chair at the desk, the keys to the motorcycle on the wooden chest at the bottom of his bed. 

You sneak over quietly to the chest of things, putting his keys to the side and opening it with delicacy. He could walk in here at any minute and find you snooping, and you’d be dead meat. But when you open the chest, none of the new clothes are there. It’s all his old stuff–the ratty sleeveless shirts, the angel wing vest he would wear, a big tee shirt with car or motorcycle oil stains… You stand and deliberate your best course of action. These options are still better than sitting in dry crusted paint all over you all day. They’re not necessarily dirty, since Carol had come over yesterday to take everyone’s things to be washed. Daryl had surprisingly neatly folded them up in the chest when he put them away–or maybe Carol had and he just left them like that. Gingerly, you pick up the large tee shirt with the faded oil stains, giving it a once over before deciding it was good enough. You take it and make your way to the shower, praying Daryl isn’t back til the evening when you could put it back before bed. 

You’re stepping out of the shower, wringing your hair out when you hear the door close out in the living room. Oh, shit. You were stupid enough to leave your paint splattered shirt in your bedroom along with your pants, only bringing in Daryl’s shirt and a pair of underwear to change into after your shower. You curse at yourself inwardly, figuring there was no way out but to face it. Hopefully Daryl would just stay downstairs while you made your way to your room to put your own clothes back on. You throw the tee shirt on, and it surprisingly makes its way past your butt, hiding everything just enough to be decent if he were to accidentally spot you running for it down the hallway. You collect yourself, wringing your hair out one more time before hanging your towel on the door and stepping out. Steam escapes the bathroom as the door swings open, and you’re looking around the door frame, making sure no one is there. You sigh in relief when you see no one on the landing–Daryl is still downstairs then. Or maybe he’s not even here and just had to grab something on his way out again. 

If only you were so lucky. 

You’re on the way to your room, padding over gently to your door, hand on the banister to keep yourself steady, when you catch in the corner of your eye coming up the stairs. You freeze on the top landing, directly in front of the staircase when he catches you trying to creep down the hall. 

His eyes linger on your face for a minute, and you watch his eyes suddenly scanning you from head to toe. You look down at yourself to assess how screwed your situation is– your wet hair is dripping on the shirt, making parts of it damp and see through. Of course where your hair meets your chest, the wetness is the worst, making the shirt cling to you like a second skin. Your eyes dart up to him as you take in your nearly drenched chest, your nipples hardening to the cold air now that they’re wet. His eyes are glued to you, still on your chest until they start to scan down to your bare legs, where the shirt just barely covers you decently. You squeeze your legs together, bringing the shirt past your underwear, a blush blazing across your face and neck. “Daryl, I'm sorry, I just--”

But suddenly he’s climbing up the stairs and grabbing you so quickly that the air escapes your lungs as he holds you against the wall, his lips crashing into yours.

[wheelie-sick]

okay okay some people really really need to hear that when you're describing an image you're trying to get to the point of the image, not add as much detail as possible.

Case A (a real description), I want you to guess at what this is:

[ID : A screenshot of a Facebook (?) post by user Anna Jakubik Chenard in a thread/group called Weird (and Wonderful) Secondhand Finds That Just Need To Be Shared. Text reads "Searched multiple secondhand markets and found these vintage bracelets to create the perfect [descriptive word that gives this away] bangle stack". Two photos below the text show a closeup and a slightly further back shot of a wrist sporting 7 bracelets. From furthest up the arm ('bottom') to closest to the wrist ('top'), they are: A medium thick pale wood bracelet ; a thin dark bracelet with small shiny facets all along the circumference, but that overall gives the impression of being a textured dull brown or dark gray ; a slightly-rounded square-shaped warm yellow bracelet ; 3 stacked wavy-edged bracelets about the same size as the yellow that are, from bottom to top, ketchup red, mustard yellow, and light green (arguably lettuce-leaf green) ; a pale wood bracelet twice the thickness of the 'bottom' one, with shiny, clear plastic or cubic zirconia stones evenly spaced in off-set rows and the circumference.]

answer beneath the cut to prevent accidental cheating

if you guessed anything other than "a collection of bracelets that look like a hamburger when stacked together" you are wrong.

getting into too much detail often means skipping over the point. it's also just super obnoxious to listen to!!! I don't need to hear all that. get to the point.

"ID: A Facebook post with the text "Searched multiple secondhand markets and found these vintage bracelets to create the perfect hamburger bangle stack" two photos are attached of a bangle stack with a clear resemblance to a hamburger." is a much more effective description that is also a quarter of the length

longer is not better