#wesleyevans

[blakecastillo]

closed starter for @wesleyevans​ setting: Remi’s birthday party at Calliope

Truthfully, the last place she wanted to be was at Remi’s party because Blake was still pissed at her sister, however, Wesley hadn’t given her much of a choice in the matter, so all she was really able to do was make the best of it while she could.  Blake leaned against the adjacent wall  nursing a Sprite with ice as she noticed Wesley approaching her.  As he crossed the floor, a smirk tugged at the corner of Blake’s lip and she can’t help but do a once over of him in his suit.  “Damn,” Blake said when he was finally in earshot with an impressed raise of her brow.  “Does your girlfriend know you’re out here lookin’ like that?”

[chrmxiing]

                 he’s emptying out all the clothes from the drawer as he pops open the cap from the bottle , the neck wrapped around his lips as he sees wesley  ❝ this is what my life has turned into , folding baby clothes for a living right after club meetings .  ❞ he pauses to take another sip , putting all the baby clothes in the pile that were no longer good for them ❝  did i tell you that ava is back , i told her that she could come to the twins birthday , which im kind of regretting now but too late to back out , right ? ❞

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[andythane]

WES EVANS & WYATT NADIR | @wesleyevans, @wyattnadir​

The ride home was just as easy as the ride their, though there was an undeniable dizziness the came from the blood loss. Now that he wasn’t riding the adrenaline high of before, had swapped out his bloodied clothes for fresh ones and poured a water bottle over his head to get the blood out of his hair -- The reality of a lot of things settled in. There was a Rogue in the trunk (Andy already had dibs on cutting off the last of his foot), he was limping from getting stabbed in the leg, and unfortunately -- He was definitely going to need a blood test after all of this was over. With his leg elevated on the back seat, and a new ‘bandage’ made from a spare shirt, Andy focuses on the sound of the wind whipping past them as they drive. 

They end up at one of the MC’s hideouts, one that’s created for this kind of thing specifically -- Torture, murder, the like. It’s just outside of town, tucked away in the woods under the guise of looking like someone’s old cabin. The old home is far enough out of town that any screams or gun shots wouldn’t be noticed, and if anyone heard -- They’re close enough to Olympus to know not to ask questions. Andy settles in easy, grabbing a water bottle from the mini fridge before moving to sit atop a table across from their victim -- Some Rogue who keeps floating in and out of consciousness, now tied to a chair. He lights himself a cigarette, needing the hit of nicotine after the night they’ve had. The lack of pressure on his leg is welcomed, now that they were in a hideout, he had took the chance to at least clean his wound while Wes and Wyatt set up -- Peroxide, antibiotic cream, all the shit in the first aid kit to hold him over for the time being, his calf now firmly wrapped in an ace bandage. 

“Well --” He begins, resting his elbows on his knees. “Care to wake up our guest?” Andy nods to Wyatt, unable to help the small smile at his lips. "Might as well get things started.” He continues, turning to examine what’ on the table next to him -- Guns, knives, a hacksaw. The latter Andy makes note of, knowing he’ll be using it later. 

[beckymorrison]

Starter for: @wesleyevans​ Location: Blake Cohen’s Backyard

Becky was nearly ashamed about the fact that every time that she had seen Wes, she had lacked to congratulate him on the baby. She was usually one who was the first one to do so but she had failed in this situation. And what made it even worse was the fact that she had seen Wes a lot at the Thane family home. So the first thing that she did when she arrived at the gender reveal that day, was making her way to Wes. The smile on her lips grew wider as she found him and when she was close enough, she wrapped her arms around his neck for a hug as she was standing on her toes so she could reach him. “I am very ashamed that I’m only saying this right now, but congratulations! Are you excited for the reveal?”

[teagansmaron]

SPECIAL DELIVERY TO: @wesleyevans​

LOCATION: Food/Snack Table on the First Floor

If there’s one thing Teagan knows about her cousin, getting what she wants comes in a snap of the fingers and ends in the giant sight of Wesley Evans. The whole matching of Khal and Daenery Targaryen simply screams Blake’s idea. All of the years, Game of Thorne has been on television; the brunette made sure to be glued to the tv because missing a single moment would come with vexation. So, even though the couple lacks status and everything is complicated, the auburn-haired woman is glad to see they’re managing to make it work. As she approaches Wes at the food table, expecting him to be anywhere else because he’s always hungry, her elbow nudges with Khal to indicate her presence. “I should’ve seen this outfit coming,” she begins with a soft laugh. “I know how much Blake loves Game of Thornes, but any opportunity to pimp you out, they go hand-in-hand.”

[sashaxramsey]

Starter for: @wesleyevans​ Where: Just outside the Barn Dance When: Late night

Sasha had no idea what she had expected from Olympus, but when she got out of the bus it was not what she had expected. Apparently she had caught the town on a good day, with the festival that had been going on. She had made her way over the grounds. She did notice some of the strange looks, looks that said enough; they did not recognize her, who is she? She did not belong in that town and they were definitely right about that. While moving over the grounds, she hadn’t seen the one person that she had been searching for. Day had turned into night and the dance had begun. She had found herself near the entrance, not entering the location when she finally saw the person she needed coming up to the location. She smiled to herself, walking up to Wes and stopping herself in front of him so he wouldn’t be able to walk any further. “Funny to see you here. How have you been, sweet husband of mine.”

[blakecastillo-a]

closed starter for @wesleyevans​ location: Olympus Super Market time: Afternoon, around 3:30-ish

The passed two weeks had gone by in a blur of mornings spent on the bathroom floor with her head in the toilet and a weird feeling in her gut that she couldn’t explain.  It had initially started a few days after Wes had told her about the marriage and she had attributed it to the fact that she had reintroduced alcohol to her system after a lengthy shot at sobriety, but when the nausea refused to relent, she knew it was something more.  Blake wanted to believe it was a sudden allergy to gluten or that she had food poisoning.  She was willing to believe anything that disputed the thought itching at the back of her mind because it just couldn’t be possible.  She knew that her and Wes weren’t exactly careful, but she never thought that this would be something she’d have to worry about.  This happened to careless teenagers; not a thirty-five year old woman.

Blake had dismissed the idea until curiosity got the best of her which was what brought her to the supermarket.  She needed to prove a point, if only to herself.  She made her way into the supermarket and glanced around to see if she could spot anyone she knew.  The last thing she needed was for this to end up in the Olympus Rumour Mill.  She wandered around other aisles before finding herself looking at pregnancy tests.  She grabbed the first one she could find and made her way toward the front of the store.  The last person that she had expected, or wanted for that matter, to run into today was Wesley fucking Evans.  Yet, here he was, standing before her as she tucked the pregnancy test behind her back before he could see it.  “Seriously,” she grumbled as she looked at him, trying to move passed him.  “Can I go anywhere without seeing you?”

[livmacmillan]

STARTER FOR: @wesleyevans​ LOCATION: The Clubhouse. SETTING: Early afternoon.

Another child being brought into existence within Olympus. Liv can’t help but wonder if raising a child here was even a good idea. Even she had her worries despite already being settled in this town. There was no going back now, it seems. Perhaps nobody in Olympus was meant for a life with ease. Which is probably why Liv fit in here so well, a missing puzzle piece. 

The blonde was just wandering through the clubhouse, approaching the exit. She was there for reasons she didn’t exactly want to dwell on. If someone were to ask, she’d make up some excuse and not tell them how she saw a suspicious car that she swore was following her. Paranoia was her most notable trait these days. It’s buried under her skin, coursing through her bloodstream. Seeing Wes was a welcomed distraction, a subtle smile gracing her expression as she nods to him, “Congrats, man,” She says, “You ready for fatherhood?”