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@christcpherwells
( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww 💖
chris: You’re lucky I reply at all, missy!
chris: You know I don’t use this phone for social communication.
chris: I only reply to you because I know if I don’t, you’ll be waiting at home for me when I leave work.
( ✉ → sms ) cna you pick me up… and brign some shoess… i cant find mine ( from remi )
chris: Oh Remi…
chris: You’re lucky I like you.
chris: Send me the address. I’m on my way.
( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol
chris: Oh dear.
chris: I’m glad you’re having a good time now, at least.
chris: But are you safe? Do you need me to come pick you up?
ameliadmas:
Amelia couldn’t help but smile at the male as she slowed down from her running. Of course she’d noticed the attractive male anywhere. But only because she’d been up and close with him more times than none. After all, she could memorize his measurements like they’d been imprinted on her mind since birth. “I didn’t know you were a dog whisperer. Lilith is very particular about who she puts her interest in.” The brunette said as she watched her black lab fall to her back in demand that her stomach be scratched. “It started off with one and then the idea of fostering came. I never actually got to the part where you’re supposed to let go of the animals.”
Chris’s lips pulled even further upwards at her comment, taking it as a personal compliment that he’d won over a dog. “We just had that instant connection, didn’t we, girl?” he asked the dog, giving her stomach a good scratch before finally standing up so he could be eye level with her owner. “I mean, how could you with a group like this?” he agreed. He’d never had a dog, didn’t have enough time to give one all the attention it would need, but he really did enjoy them. “So this one’s Lillith. What about the other three?” he asked glancing down at the pack of dogs.
remiwilsn:
“No, no. Don’t blame her. She practically couldn’t get a word out before I was halfway to your office. Bless her soul, she’s a little timid.” The blonde said with a small smirk playing at her lips as she stepped past the male’s threshold. No door or rule could stop the fiery blonde when she put her mind to something. “Well, see now, that wasn’t quite hard.” As her attention moved to a few items in his office, it returned to him when he arose from his desk. “Well, with those kind of compliments, I’m thinking we can take a detour home and I’ll bake you my special grilled cheese. But okay if you lose the shirt, baby.” The blonde said with a wiggle of her brow before shrugging her shoulder. “Maybe some Italian? I could do with pasta.”
He shook his head with a chuckle, imagining Remi practically forcing her way in. The blond might be tiny, but she was a force to be reckoned with when she made her mind up to something, and Chris couldn’t really blame Angela for letting her in. “Did you really expect me to put up much of a fight, Remi?” he asked with a smirk as he followed her out of his office. “You’re something else.” he grinned, the words more to himself than anything. Remi knew that about herself. There was no denying it. “Mmm! Pasta sounds great, actually! Although, I’m a little disappointed that you’re only kidding about that special grilled cheese.” he teased, sending her a wink as he held open the elevator door for her.
avahalliwell:
— special delivery for : @christcpherwells.
Six months, that was how long Ava had been back in Newport. A part of her wondered if she would happily settle back in her hometown again, but that moment hadn’t arrive just yet. Since her aunt’s funeral, tonight was the first time she returned to her family’s estate. It was difficult not to notice the grand mansion on Balboa Island, so much so that she cringed at the sight of it when it came into view when she turned into the driveway tonight. She made this trip simply to visit her maid who still happened to work for her god awful family. Besides her aunt, she was the few people that ever treated her like a normal person. To her, she was family, and she felt guilty that it took her so long to visit. But her family could be demanding and she knew she had no choice and to make this trip, which unfortunately also caused her to bump into her father and stepmother in the process on her way out. It was safe to say that conversation didn’t go well, considering the first thing her father said was asking when she would be selling her aunt’s funeral home — well, now, it was hers. She really couldn’t believe how quickly it took for her family to get understand her skin, giving her even more reasons not to make another trip back for a while. So she couldn’t have stepped on the accelerator harder the moment she got into her car; that was when her old favourite spot in the neighbourhood came into view, and she couldn’t help but had to make a stop there and found solace just staring out at the sea of water in front of her. Just for old times’ sake. Sitting on the hood of her car as the anger inside slowly began to seep away, it took her a moment before the sound of footsteps filled her ears instead. The brunette turned and squinted at the darkness, until recognition dawned on her. She was surprised how long it took before she finally bumped into him again, and it probably didn’t help that she might had tried to avoid him. Just a little. “Well, isn’t this a sight for sore eyes,” She started. “Hey there, stranger.”
Chris didn’t often have evenings alone or when he didn’t have to stay up late working on a proposal, or going over a budget for something at the hotel. In fact, he’d stayed at his office till at least 1am every night this week. But tonight, he’d finally caved and taken the break he’d very much needed long ago. He headed towards the beach, one of the few places he could really clear his head. There was a look out point he really liked to go and watch the waves for hours. He parked his car and headed towards the waves, he was just about to reach the sand when an oh so familiar voice caught his attention. He turned in its’ direction and almost did a double take. Ava had been back for a while now, but after her aunt’s funeral, try as he might, he hadn’t run into her again since. As he approached her, sitting on the hood of her car, her beautiful silhouette against the moonlight shining from behind her, he had to remind himself, for the millionth time, that she was a married woman... even if her terrible husband apparently hadn’t shown his face in Newport yet.
“Well, look who it is!” he grinned as he leaned against her car. “I was beginning to wonder if you still being in town wasn’t just a figment of the local gossip mill’s imagination.” he teased as he looked up at her. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were avoiding me.” he added, folding his arms over his chest in mock anger as he gauged her reaction. He was actually pretty sure she’d been avoiding him. But he didn’t hold it against her. She’d just lost her aunt and her life had been made much more complicated with a funeral home dropped in her lap. She had a lot going on right now.
olivianesbitt:
“Yes, rough day.” That could sum up her day at work, and with that she wouldn’t have to go through details. There was no reason for Olivia to ruin both of their night, not when she was looking for something fun to happen in order to change that day. “Hey, I was an amazing company, okay? My beautiful and mesmerizing smile never changed,” she joked, flashing a forced smile just to play with the man next to her.
Her attention was entirely at him, while he would continue talking and the smile would not disappear from her face. It was that easy that Chris would make her feel better. “Well played, however I can’t blame you, I’m indeed a sight for sore eyes. Besides, one of the best companies for a few drinks. And you’re not so bad yourself, I’m sure you’ll also be the nicest thing that happens today.” Moving her hand on top of his shoulder she caressed it briefly, before her hand moved to grab the drink the bartender brought to her. “So here’s to a better night than the day we had. May we have some fun.”
He mockingly rolled his eyes, “Sure you were, Liv. Sure you were.” Chris was just giving her a hard time. He hadn’t minded her presence all that much, to be honest. But in typical big brother fashion, it had driven her brother crazy. But that was just how siblings worked, right? Well, Chris wouldn’t really know, but he guessed that’s how it worked. He didn’t have any siblings of his own.
He chuckled at her own praise for herself, although he couldn’t dispute it. Olivia was definitely a welcome addition to his night. If she hadn’t showed up, this would’ve been a lot more depressing. But her presence changed the trajectory of the night completely. His lips pulled upwards as he looked over at her. He found himself feeling incredibly grateful she’d walked into the bar tonight. He raised his glass at her toast. “Here! Here!” Knocking back a long sip of his beer, he let out a satisfied sigh. “So what’s first on our agenda to make tonight better than today?” he asked, an almost challenging smile on his lips. He was eager to see what they came up with.
Gender & Pronouns: Male, he/him Date of Birth: November 20, 1980 (38) Place of Birth: Madrid, Spain Neighborhood: Crystal Cove Length of Residency: 30 years Occupation: Owner of the Balboa Bay Resort Face Claim: Justin Hartley
BIOGRAPHY
TRIGGERS: Murder / Physical Abuse / Substance of Abuse
As the firstborn of Trevor and Marianne Wells, there were always going to be a lot of expectations placed on Chris. Not only in regards to the running of the family’s hotel, the Balboa Bay Resort, which was opened by Chris’ grandfather, Cyrus Wells, but in the family’s social standing as well. The Wells were one of Newport Beach’s founding families all those years ago and had made a name for themselves as always rubbing shoulders with the town’s elite. They weren’t exactly famous for anything, but just about anyone who was anyone knew who they were. Cyrus Wells became such a prominent business owner and member of the town that it was said the mayor didn’t make any big decisions without running it by him first. What many in the town didn’t know though was that while Cyrus was well-liked and respected throughout the community, his own family was terrified of him. Cyrus was so controlling and cared so very much about the family’s appearance, that he couldn’t stand when his own family couldn’t meet his impossible standards. With a father prone to angry outbursts and who punished his family with his sharp tongue, Trevor Wells grew up knowing full well the consequences for not being the perfect son. His mother, sadly, passed away from a heart attack when Trevor was just 13 years old and after that he never experienced any sort of warmth or affection from his father. A method of parenting that Trevor carried forward when he had his own family.
After a childhood filled with verbal abuse anytime he didn’t live up to the expectations placed upon him by his father, Trevor became obsessed with carrying the family name forward. When he finally took over the hotel from his father, it became the only thing he seemed to care about. A fact that didn’t escape his wife Marianne or his son Chris. However, Trevor took his aggression a step further than his father. He would drown the pressure he felt in alcohol and in drunken rages would brutally beat his wife, and occasionally Christopher as well. One dark night when Chris was 14, his father came home angrier and drunker than usual. As usual, he immediately sent Chris to his room and then laid into Marianne. After an hour of overhearing his mother begging and pleading his father to stop, Chris finally couldn’t take it anymore. He threw open his bedroom door and ran downstairs, ready to try and fight his father off, only to find his father bent over his mother’s lifeless body. Not truly in control of himself, or even realizing what he was doing, Trevor had strangled his own wife. Weeks later when the case finally made it to court, fourteen-year-old Chris was forced to testify against his own father.
After that, the hotel and Chris were both turned over to his father’s only brother. The rest of Chris’ childhood, if he could even be called a child after seeing his father kill his mother, was a bit of a blur. Andrew Wells definitely wasn’t as cruel, obsessive, or prone to getting drunk as his brother, but he definitely wasn’t a warm caregiver to Chris. When Chris graduated high school, he went to New York City to study business and after getting his master of science in business administration degree, he returned to Newport Beach, ready to take his place as the new owner of the Balboa Bay Resort. He’s been back for over 10 years now, and while he is desperate to never be like his father, his anxiety and borderline obsessive-compulsive disorder have created a bit of an alcohol and prescription pill problem for him. The hotel and its’ success are his life and he has a hard time creating any sort of boundaries when it comes to business.
TRAITS
Positive: Determined | Good-hearted | Loyal
Negative: Analytical | Apprehensive | Obsessive
HEADCANONS
Chris is very close to actually having OCD. He’s obsessively neat and needs everything around him to be neat in order to be able to function well. At least when it comes to work. And since work literally spills over into most everything in his life, so does his OCD like tendencies. He’s that person who will walk into a meeting with someone and start straightening things on their desk because he can’t focus with a mess around him. He tries not to be a total asshole about it, but his brain somehow can’t help but focus on the small things around him.
He absolutely hates coffee. Which is awkward because Chris averages about three hours of sleep a night due to his complete lack of boundaries when it comes to his work. Instead, he drinks energy drinks. He knows they’re trash for his system, but he needs something to keep him going. He stocks them in the fridge at his house, in his office, and even keeps a cooler in his car for them. It’s definitely not the classiest look, but he doesn’t have time to sit down long enough and get a IV full of bee pollen or whatever the latest craze is in the energy scene.
Chris’ favorite form of escape is surfing. He’s surfed since he was a kid and it’s always been one of the only places he’s ok with being out of control. Despite being extremely good at it, he always acknowledges that while he’s out on his board, he is completely at the mercy of the sea. It’s the place where he’s ok with letting go, relinquishing control, and just going with the flow. Literally. He doesn’t get around to doing it as often as he would like these days, but he still loves it.
Christopher Wells is portrayed by Becca.
( ✉ → sms ) don’t listen to any of the voicemails i sent last night. i was drunk.
chris: Oh, you mean the voicemails where you ranted and raved about how horrors are the greatest cinematic genre ever?
chris: Yeah, I definitely won’t listen to any of those, Ava.
( ✉ → sms ) pretty sure you dialed the wrong number, but thanks for the 13 drunk voicemails last night.
chris: God! I apologize.
chris: I don’t know how on earth I mistook up the numbers.
chris: Please accept my deepest apologies.
( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww
chris: Because, unlike some people, my phone isn’t used purely for social media.
chris: I actually use my phone mostly for work, Ellie.
TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS, PART TWO !
Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.
wrong/random number texts:
( ✉ → sms ) found your number written on a wall… should i erase it?
( ✉ → sms ) [random name here]? is this still your number?
( ✉ → sms ) pretty sure you dialed the wrong number, but thanks for the 13 drunk voicemails last night.
( ✉ → sms ) you don’t know me but i’m bored and texting random numbers, so hi!
( ✉ → sms ) you FUCKING asshole, i hope you know how much i hate you!!!
sad texts:
( ✉ → sms ) can you please distract me so i don’t cry in public?
( ✉ → sms ) everything hurts lately
( ✉ → sms ) thanks for trying to cheer me up, but it’s not working.
( ✉ → sms ) what makes you feel better when you’re sad?
( ✉ → sms ) i just need to vent…
drunk texts:
( ✉ → sms ) im not DRUNK waht amkes you thijnk that
( ✉ → sms ) cna you pick me up… and brign some shoess… i cant find mine
( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol
( ✉ → sms ) whyj don’t oyu fuckign miss me????
( ✉ → sms ) all i wnat to do right now is talkk to you
angsty texts:
( ✉ → sms ) please talk to me. please help me make this work.
( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think we should see each other again.
( ✉ → sms ) when will we admit we’re no good for each other…
( ✉ → sms ) just know i cared about you. i really did.
( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think things can ever go back to the way they were between us
misc texts:
( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww
( ✉ → sms ) help me choose a pizza topping please
( ✉ → sms ) don’t listen to any of the voicemails i sent last night. i was drunk.
( ✉ → sms ) you haven’t watched my snapchat story all day. what are you up to?????
( ✉ → sms ) i’ve had the same dream about you three times in a row, is that weird?
( ✉ → sms ) why is april fool’s the only day of the year where people critically evaluate news articles before accepting them as true?
( ✉ → sms ) soooo, in your opinion, what are some of my best qualities? i need help writing my tinder bio.
She didn’t fancy herself much of a cook. Growing up, it’d been the basics: ramen noodles, mac and cheese…scrambled eggs, which she was currently stirring in the small pan atop the stove. Two slices of bread sat in the toaster, a pot of coffee brewing next to it. A full breakfast. Marley was quite impressed with herself, if she had to say so, a content smile on her lips as she bobbed her head to the soft music playing from the radio. She was doing her best to keep quiet, as not to disturb the half-naked man still tangled in her sheets (his t-shirt adorning her body), sleeping peacefully, but whether it was the the sound (or smell) of breakfast being cooked, or Marley’s humming that awoke him, she couldn’t say for sure, only aware of a shift of his body from the corner of her eye. A look in his direction met her eyes with his own, her smile tugging into a wider grin at the sight. Suddenly, the eggs were forgotten in favor of padding the few feet to him, kneeling on the edge of the bed. “Well, good mornin’, sleepin’ beauty.” Marley teased.
@christcpherwells
Chris couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well... or for so long. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he’d been enjoying his night too much last night to remember to charge his phone so he hadn’t set an alarm, or maybe it was simply the fact that he’d just had such a good time. But he’d slept great and Chris could definitely use more nights of this kind of peaceful sleep in his life.
When the smell of breakfast being made made its’ way to Chris, he slowly rolled over, not quite ready to acknowledge he was actually awake yet. His eyes landed on Marley’s beautiful frame padding around the kitchen in his shirt as she prepared the food. His lips pulled upwards in a smile as he watched her for a minute or two before finally sitting up in bed. When she turned around and made her way to the bed, he grinned up at her. “I’d say there’s only one sleeping beauty between the two of us.” he replied easily as he reached up and tugged her down onto the bed beside him.
olivianesbitt:
@christcpherwells
It had been a tough day, after long hours standing on her own two feet during surgery just to watch that man die in front of her, it had become too much. It didn’t matter if this wasn’t the first death she’d go through at the hospital, it always felt like the first one, and it always made her feel miserable, especially when it comes to letting their loved ones know about it. She changed clothes, called her son to hear his voice, to know he was alright to tell him that she loved him very much and moved straight to Malarky’s. She needed a drink or two. Maybe more than two.
She opened the door of the establishment, moving herself inside of it, searching for a stool to sit and then her eyes landed on one person who would make that day lighter, or so she was hoping he would. “Well, well, Chris… Is it weird that I always need to remind myself you’re no longer that annoying boy who was always with my brother?” Olivia teased, since it was far from what she used to think back then. She sat next to him, sharing a sigh and a weak smile. “I’ll have whatever you’ll have and please humor me. Say something nice that happened in your day. I could use it.”
Chris was nursing his second beer when he heard the familiar sound of Olivia’s voice behind him. “Rough day?” he asked with a sympathetic smile as he leaned forward to get the bartender’s attention, signaling for another round and one for his new companion as well. “It’s not that weird, I still have to remind myself you’re not his little sister who used to always try to tag along with everything we did.” he teased right back, sending her a wink as he finished off his beer.
He turned in his seat so that he could face her. “Let’s see, something nice...” he tapped his chin as he considered. “To be honest, the nicest thing that happened today was probably you walking in that door just now.” he said with a shrug and a lopsided grin. “It’s been one of those days too.” he added after a moment.
ameliadmas:
Amelia peered at her dogs who ran alongside her; all big apart from her small Boston Terrier that ran behind a little. Though this run had gone bad in the past, she’d done the necessary training with the help of a professional dog trainer in order to ensure all her adopted animals wouldn’t run off at the fight sight of another dog or squirrel. However, that all worked a lot better when she kept moving rather than stand still. But when a cramp formed in her hip, she couldn’t help but slow her steps and stop. With a few stretches, she noticed that her husky, Colbat, and black lab, Lilith, had wandered off to another individual who’d began to walk in her direction. “They’re friendly! Maybe even a little too much.” She said with a small smile as she made sure her mixed grey pitbull and boston remained at her side. “They all are friendly.” @newportstarters
Chris didn’t always do a very good job of prioritizing his health and fitness. He was too damn busy all the time. But today, he’d found himself with an open morning and decided to make the most of it by going for a run. While he definitely wasn’t in the best of shape, it still felt good to get out and get his blood pumping. After about three miles, Chris headed to the park to cool down. He was just starting to catch his breath when two large dogs approached him in greeting. Chris grinned when he heard Amelia’s familiar voice calling after them. He crouched down so he could be at their level and began to pet the dogs happily, making sure to give them both the attention they clearly wanted. When their owner caught up with the two dogs, her other two dogs in tow, Chris looked up at her. “I didn’t know you were such a dog lover, Amelia.” he observed, his lips pulling upwards in a friendly smile.
remiwilsn:
“Someone told me you’d be here,” Remi said from the hallway as she pushed the door open and entered it. “Listen, I need someone to come with me to dinner and at this point I can’t emotionally take no for an answer. So you have no choice. If you already brought a lunch, then you can leave it in the fridge for tomorrow.” A sickly sweet smile framed her lips then as she wiggled her brows. She’d already been denied by two other people and she was beginning to lose hope. “Fine — you’re twisting my arm, I’ll even pay.” @newportstarters
“If by ‘someone’, you mean my assistant who’s not supposed to be allowing anyone in...” Chris trailed off as he feigned an annoyed expression and crossed his arms over his chest. As if he could ever really be upset about a surprise visit from Remi. He waited another moment, pretending to consider her plight, before he finally cracked and a smile came to his lips, showing he was kidding. He did have a lot to get done, but he supposed going for dinner wouldn’t hurt. After all, he probably should eat. He pushed himself back from his desk and rose to his feet. “Fine. I guess I can pull myself away for a quick bite.” He moved to close his laptop before heading to the door where she stood, rolling up the sleeves of his button-up shirt as he went. “What were you thinking, beautiful?” he asked, reaching forward to hold open the door for her.
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