#wesley.

[dovecrys]

♡ – from Wesley, for @redemptioninterlude.

Wesley isn't exactly fond of having to leave the comforting confines of his extravagant condo. He could think of a thousand things he would prefer to do than to leave the comfort of his own home – his own idle isolation. There is humor in what is pegged to be his downfall. He laughs, he's not sure if anyone else is laughing. His descent from the very top to the depths of the bottom has been nothing but an enjoyable feat for him.

Blair asks him to meet her for lunch. He begrudgingly accepts the offer. Blair's always picking these over the top places, and Wesley pretends like he hates it. He gives the waiter grief about their liquor choices before suffering through a glass of wine. Yeah, he hates this. An exasperated gaze meets her, and she seems to be like a live wire. That's typical Blair, isn't it? "What's this about?" Wesley asks, irritation biting at the edges of his words. "What did I do? Am I getting sued?" A beat, a smile that surfaces at his lips. "Again?"

[mcteofuentes]

Hey, how's your new year going? Marisol says she wants to have another sleepover with Arabella one of these weekends, but I didn't know what days and weekends you had her. @xwesjames

[niieve]

OPEN TO: muses of any gender BASED ON: plot in source

“is it weird to be like, impressed by someone’s nudes?” wesley carried his laptop over, setting it down on the coffee table in front of them to show some examples. “i mean, i can’t see their face or anything, but... these are hot, don’t you think? almost artistically so.” 

[reinathane]

CLOSED / @wesleyevans

There have always been constants in Olympus when Reina’s found herself there throughout the years. Always the same people, the same routine of either going to Rowan and Andy’s house or beelining straight to a warehouse or the clubhouse for a deal, meeting with the same people and shooting the same shit before she ultimately heads back home. Wesley is, unfortunately, one of those constants. Ever since Rowan met Andy it feels like he’s always been around, lingering and irritating her to no end. There’s really no particular reason for it, Reina’s usually just irritated by everyone she crosses paths with in Olympus. Of course things are different now — she lives here again and her routine is much more widespread than it ever had been before, and yet she still manages to stumble upon Wes on her way to meet Rowan at the park for a Maddie and Iris play date. And to her surprise, he’s sleeping on a bench about a block away, under a fucking blanket like it’s his goddamn bed. Of course Iris tugs her toward him because obviously, it’s a strange sight, and kicks the leg of the bench as a means of waking his ass up, a look of incredulity passing over her features as she stares down at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

[kyliexc]

                         𝙏𝙈𝙕 𝙐𝙋𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀 ❗️: SUN DEC 29 219                Kylie Castillo, Lennon James & Marianna Cavello                    spotted coming and going from hospital.

                                @wydmariana​ + @lennonjames​                                 ft @reignxnova​ + @fckwesley​

[chvrrypies]

it was a long days work at the pub. one of his dishwashers called out last minute so the kitchen was nowhere near as organized as it should have been. wesley was exhausted to say the least. even though owning and being the chef of the white rabbit was his dream, he couldn’t deny how tiring it made him feel. if anyone else was in wesley’s shoes (having a father who was a world renowned chef and owner of 5 star restaurants all over the world) they would have taken their dad up on the offer of running one of his places in some rich part of the city. but wesley wanted to do it his own way. even if that meant barely breaking even most nights. the only thing that kept wesley awake as he walked home was the six pack of beer waiting for him in the fridge and ellie. his roommate and best friend. his other half honestly. she completed him. anyone and everyone could see how close the two were, they were inseparable. steadily, he jammed his key into the door and let himself into their small but cozy apartment. letting out a sigh of relief, he kicked his boots off and hung his jacket up. “ honey, i’m home.” his husky voice let out. sounding even more rough than normal due to how tired he was. grabbing two bottles of beer from the fridge, he plopped himself on the couch taking a sip from his and placing his feet on the coffee table, as he waited for ellie.

[rcsefranklin-blog]

@wknox 

The last week had been rough. From heading to the beach to help clean up the wreckage left behind by the battle, volunteer work, and work, Rosemary was exhausted by the time she came home every night. The last thing she wanted to do was cook for herself. That was what brought her to Talbot’s Diner in the late evening. It was her first time there, but she was more focused on getting take-out and going. She could admire later. As she came inside, that goal didn’t stick since she immediately spotted the jukebox. She took a quick glance at the empty counter, before heading for it. It’d been awhile since she’d seen one. Giddiness rushed through her as she perused through the songs, deciding on one quickly. She began to slip her coins into the machine, until the noise of the kitchen door swinging open startled her. Her hands flinched and dropped the coins she’d been holding. “Shit,” she cursed, not even caring enough to correct herself as she kneeled down to pick them up. She only saw the person had come to her aid when she looked up. Surprisingly, it was a familiar face. “I’m sorry ━ Wait. Aren’t you the wolf flower boy?”