i'm a bit of a l o n e r

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[irafuckingwesley]

sterling:

“Never have I seen anyone take kindly to me calling them a weird person, this is oddly refreshing.“ Sterling felt like it wasn’t going to be the only weird part of the night considering that he was genuinely smiling. “Good-looking on the other hand, that might be a stretch.” He snickered softly as he walked up to the diner, opening the door and motioning for Wes to walk inside first. “I cannot, but I can say you’re a weirdo for admitting that fear of yours so fast to me.” He didn’t have to think about the question truth be told, so for the first time all night he actually answered something directly. “Killed by a shark. I’m assuming your answer is the same?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment-” Wes snorted out as the other male had questioned his statement, “- But c’mon man you gotta admit I’m at least an eight.” He blurted out as he motioned towards his face while forcing a smirk. While holding back some laughter after Sterling had yet again called him a weirdo, a phrase that was slightly growing on him, Wes approached the hostess stand and asked for a table of two. “Obviously, I mean what kind of shark wouldn’t want to murder me?” the male joked as he followed the young girl to an empty booth.

[irafuckingwesley]

poppy:

she finishes gathering all her belongings before slinging her coat over her shoulders along with her scarf before leading the other outside, the nip of the evening air getting to her skin. “oh well, i’m a singer - i doubt you will have heard of me though. but for fun, i write songs, cover songs — i just love music, y'know?” the brunette stuffs her hands into her coat pocket to keep them warm, glancing over at the male as they walked along the street.

the male mimics her movement as he slides his hands into his jeans. Wishing, for some reason, that he himself could rock a scarf, “Well if it’ll make you feel better, some of my co-workers love you. Hell some are even obsessed with your music.” He pauses for a moment, as the wind blows roughly, “In my defense, I only listen to urban, oldie stuff that make me feel like I’m teenager. - But, yeah I can’t live without music or artists even.”

[irafuckingwesley]

samoa:

— ✧.   bright-eyed trace of his every movement, until his body, that could fall into hers at any given moment, crept inches closer to her POISED frame. as her fingertips traced the small buttons of her SILK BLOUSE with each priming of wrinkles, she nodded along to his proposition. grimacing crevices, however, lined across her warm FOUNDATION at the less than proper etiquette. & not to mention, taking without invitation, of her crumbling pastry, as a flattened, yet graciously placed palm distinguished over his shirt to allow CHASTE space between the two. ❛  time ?  ❜ samoa inquired, to know when she was scheduled to be on his arm & grinning for the masses.

he took another heaving sip of his coffee as he turned to face her, bobbing his head along as he thought, “Nine, nine thirtyish.” Wes dreaded the thought that he knew he would look forward to tonight, dreaded how his mind would linger to imagining what she would wear and to what his co-workers thought of her. Suddenly, a wave of fear clouded Wes’ thinking, what if they knew what he thought of her? He shook his head and had awkwardly placed a hand on her knee, “Well, the dinner starts at eleven but I know how long it takes you to get ready - But then again are you free tonight love?” He asked, eagerly awaiting a reply.

[irafuckingwesley]

sterling:

“Then you’re in for a fun time, because I’m a mystery wrapped in a riddle.“ Sterling shoved his hands into his pocket, knowing that he didn’t have to deal with the cold for too long, but he didn’t want any inconveniences. The statement that Wes said when he wanted him to know more about him made the designer chuckle softly. “Really? Out of all of the facts that make you up, that’s what you had to say? Weirdo.” He puffed out slightly as he turned a corner. “I guess I’ll follow it with another weird fact, not about myself of course. Did you know it’s more likely to get raped by a dolphin than killed my a shark?”

A smile formed on Wes’ lips when the other male uttered the word weirdo, not a small one but a smile that required teeth to meet the cold night. “Yes really. You’re a mystery and I’m a spontaneous good-looking weirdo.” He defended in a high pitched manner. As soon as Sterling finished his sentence, goosebumps trailed up Wes’ neck, “Now you can’t say I’m a weirdo for being afraid of an animal that rapes?” He paused for a second before enticing the conversation further, “Would you rather be raped by a dolphin or killed by a shark?” 

[irafuckingwesley]

poppy:

 packing up her belongings into the bag she carried with her, the brunette quickly finishes the last remaining contents of her glass before setting it down again. “ nice to meet you, wes — i’m poppy.” she takes his hand, giving it a shake as a smile grows on her lips once again.

He mirrored her smile as he allowed himself to be guided outside the bar, soon to be greeted by breezes of cold air. He re-adjusted his coat around his torso before asking well demanded but in the politest way possible, “Tell me something about yourself Poppy.” He focused his glaze to his feet gliding their way along the concrete, “What do you do for a living, for fun you complete stranger?” He asked in a high pitched, jokingly manner.

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levi:

       “ oh come on, I mean … didn’t you use to love exploring all those stores when you were little? ” he smiled, remembering a few of his childhood memories with his mother. “ okay, i can’t argue with that one. don’t think i’ve ever gone out to the woods myself, though – christmas markets are about the full extent of my experience with woodchucking. where’d you do that, anyway? ”

A shiver ran through Wes’ spine as he thought of how he celebrated christmas when he was younger, alone with his step-father who hated when he would accompany him to the mall. Who hated when Wes would ruin his christmas present every year. In order to play it off, he chuckled out a reply “Definitely, especially when I was old enough to understand what ‘Victoria’s Secret’ was.” He then grew with slight curiosity, “We used to go up to Sacramento every year but that’s enough about me, What are you thinking of getting your dad? - Only asking because I’m inpatient and a bit of an alcoholic.” He joked eager to get whiskey and wine in his system.

[irafuckingwesley]

levi:

       “ yeah, I mean I know I could just get someone else to go down and buy my father’s Christmas gift but … ” the male paused, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he and his companion traversed down the chilly new york city street. “ there’s something about shopping during christmas that you can’t miss. christmas trees, sparkling lights. you can’t tell me you’d want to miss out on that, would you? besides, it’s an adventure. plus, you know whiskey and wine tasting is going to be fun, if anything. this … just needs to be perfect. ”

“Christmas shopping is great and all but I wouldn’t call it an adventure.” Wes shrugged his shoulders as his eyes focused on the concrete floor. “C’mon the real adventure is picking out a christmas tree -- I’m not talking about choosing one from a lot, I’m talking about going to the woods and cutting it down yourself. ” Wes spoke as he reminisced all the times he went to get a christmas tree with his father back in California.

[irafuckingwesley]

samoa:

— ✧.   silk touched arms arched at the elbows at the male’s recent attempt of rousing her, as his head now PILLOWED into her skirted lap. daft in comparison was the dangle of her fingers in the amorously stilled air before they settled to lace around the end pieces of her reading glasses to rest on the bridge of her nose. ❛  your father has exquisite taste, then.  ❜ she truthfully quipped, his following implore enthralling her attention & left her seeking for words, routinely leaving a BLANK HESITANCE. disrupting her thought process was the afternoon’s hunch of businessmen & women treating their senses to a resort of coffee as soon as they entered the café foyer. ❛  are you ASKING me on a date, wesley ?  ❜ implied maneuver of using his full name, samoa is pressing her fingertips into the scorching demitasse as crevices formed across her marble exterior over the term, ‘ date ’. the UNFAMILIARITY of the pronunciation & applying it to herself was enough to cause a blushed composure over as she sunk her pearly whites into the closest thing: a mocha croissant, that she had been pinching bits of since arriving two hours prior. ❛  it’s a date on the CALENDAR— to listen in on my oh, so awful commentary for three minutes & more.  ❜ she shied from her previous connotation with a clear of her throat, nude chanel perpendicular with the wooden panel beneath their seating as it anchored the straightening of her posture. tediously brushing crumbs from the rest of the cushion left beside her, she flattened her palm onto the space as she montaged quietly just what they held between one another. or, the silent TOGETHERNESS of flushed, naked bodies in the most obsence lengths when no one was glancing over their itinerary.

Wes’ eyes shifted towards her jawline, resisting the urge to cup her face in attempts to annoy her, he replied “Well it’s not really a date. I have a cast party tonight.” slowly, he began to sit up in order to manage stealing a bite from her croissant, “And I was thinking we could get drunk, dine and then binge watch some Hepburn at your glorious penthouse,” his continued, mouth still full of the buttery pastry. Swallowing he finished nodding his head alongside his words, “Or we could do whatever, I just don’t want to go to this cast party alone.” 

[wordsnquotes]

I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

Brandon Stanton, Humans of New York (via insp0s)

[wxiit]

[irafuckingwesley]

∙ ˚ ♡ ˊ -  (  texts from fel.  )

FELICIA: are you seriously telling me that THE POLICE would think /i'm/ crazy when there's a dumb psycho after me?

FELICIA: i have the texts as proof

FELICIA: and this is felicia boticcelli, i work for vogue, obviously.

FELICIA: i have no idea who you are either but somehow you were on my contacts, so? whatevs.

WESLEY: oh i'm Wes and i'm an actor

WESLEY: & even though running to the police sounds like a great idea, they have something against me..

WESLEY: do you honestly believe that they would kill us?!

[irafuckingwesley]

poppy:

 “pretty good, maybe not best in town but there high up in my rankings.” she nods a few times, eyes glancing back to the notepad spread in front of her before she closes it over. “i can take you and show you it, if you want?” her eyes turn back to him, looking up as she awaits his response.

clumsily, he placed down his glass, slightly embarrassed,  before answering, “I would like that.” Wes then turned his focus towards her before noticing her familiar features, “But before we go I have to introduce myself first.” He gestured his hand towards her, “I’m Ira Wesley but you can call me Wes.” 

[irafuckingwesley]

aminah:

   a light giggle followed his words, not quite the answer she was expecting but it was certainly one that made her day a little brighter. if there was one thing aminah needed more of, it was laughs. ‘aw, yeah ! of course, but first, i HAVE to ask – is it just to get your head shots updated or a new promo ? — i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t obsessed with your show. ’ she hoped she wasn’t PRYING, or that she sounded like some freaky fan ! hopefully he wouldn’t notice the slight embarrassment that tinted her cheeks.

a light smirked formed on Wes’ lips, he had never been face to face with a fan before. Especially one whose face he has seen before plastered on billboards.  Starstruck, he replied “A new promo, I believe, although you just reminded me that I should get new head shots taken.” Nervously, he placed his hands deep into his pockets as he chuckled out, “I’m sorry in advance but I’ll would be lying if I wasn’t completely fangirling over meeting you. I mean c’mon you’re on magazine covers!” 

[irafuckingwesley]

sterling:

For a minute Sterling almost protested against the whole thing, but he decided to have fun with all of this. “Pleasure to meet you Wes. I think I’m going to hold off on the name for now, unless you really want to, keep the mystery and all.” He grinned slightly as he grabbed a hold of his jacket and stood up from the stool. “Trust me, I’m good enough company you’re going to want to do more than just kiss me, the sandwich is just going to send you over.” He motioned for the other male to follow him out of the bar, turning right as soon as he exited the doors. “Now, since you’re so desperate to get to know me how about you tell me something about yourself first.”

“i could handle a little mystery.” Wes replied as he followed the male outside and allowed the cold breeze to comfort him as he walked alongside the other male. Wes was indeed desperate (the male was all too right about that) for people to like him. So, he mentally stumbled over what to expose about himself. Should he talk about his job? No that’s too predictable. His liking for baseball? No, that’s too embarrassing. Eventually, he shivered out “I’m afraid of dolphins for some reason. Alright, now you go. ” 

[irafuckingwesley]

aminah:

   ‘ i’ve been up & ALL over the place since seven a.m. with no breaks between shoots, i honestly don’t know how i’m still functioning. ’ a morning workout, two covers for two different magazines, & a spring line preview took a lot out of a girl. ‘please tell me you come baring caffeine – or that you’re free to come with me to find some? ’ she supposed this was one of many reasons behind hiring an assistant, but aminah had already gotten this far without one… maybe she’d look into it later.

“Unfortunately, I do not have any caffeine on me. At least I don’t think I do.” the male fumbled out as he scanned his t-shirt for any obvious stains, “But a coffee run sounds great right now as long as you can help me find what set I’m supposed to be at?” Wes spoke trying his best not to look so much like a lost puppy.

[irafuckingwesley]

∙ ˚ ♡ ˊ -  (  texts from fel.  )

FELICIA: so like, this weird, dark web serial killer style stalker started sending me texts about a whole bunch of people who are DEAD?

FELICIA: it's not my fault they're dead but? should i just call 911 because i honestly feel so attacked right now?

WESLEY: i'm not the only one?

WESLEY: and also absolutely not they'll think you're batshit crazy...

WESLEY: also who is this?

[irafuckingwesley]

samoa:

— ✧.   astonishment graced her features at his recognition named UNKNOWN to the masterpieces, or what she deemed fitting for audrey hepburn films. lowering the golden embellished piece, that mirrored her lipsticked sways, she gifted a few, taunted blinks in saturation to his CONFESSION. ❛  i’m not forced by any means. believe the truth or don’t, but sometimes you’re tolerable ! except for the accountable times, like now, when you haven’t seen a single, audrey hepburn film it seems …  ❜ samoa trailed off, manicured fingers brushing over the material of his shirt as she was still taken aback & LINGERING her touch until it dropped between the two onto the cushion of their seating. ❛  audrey hepburn & gregory peck ? lived, loved & filmed in ROME. frankly, wes, i don’t think you’re much deserving of watching them with me. i know nearly every single word, wardrobe down to the thread count ! i’ll spoil before you even reach three minutes into it.  ❜ revealing without a space having appeared between the looped dialogue, the smaller paused after a shake of her head & glanced over at him with an earnest, flash of a grin.

“You don’t think I can handle your annoying commentary for more than three minutes?” he teased, trying to brush off goosebumps that still remained on his neck after her slightest touch. Vengefully, Wes rested his head on her lap, shut his eyes and let out, “And I’m not that bad I’ve watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s before, it’s my dad’s favorite.” he let out a long sigh before asking, “Are you free tonight?”