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ainslcydxvis‌:

“you have quite the collection there. let me guess, forgot to go?” ainsley surmised, though the answer was right in front of her. anyone who planned ahead would never be traipsing through town with a tower of precariously balanced presents. it might have been cheating but ainsley had gotten her family gift cards, it was the easiest so they could all get what they really wanted plus, she didn’t have to cart them around in transport back home. with a nod and a smile, she could picture him doing just that for the rest of the day - it didn’t seem like a bad way to spend time. “good choice. you know, i used to wrap presents for hours when i still lived at home.” a little white lie as she hadn’t stopped doing that. wrapping presents was like some weird therapy for ainsley. she loved taking the time to make each corner perfectly pressed and each ribbon flawlessly curled. “certainly looks like all the shopping was done.” she teased with a small laugh, sipping on her coffee. “so are you an actual wrapping kind of guy or a bag with tissue paper?”

"WOHHHH WOH WOH,” wesley spoke, his eyes widened in mock horror and offence. “who do you think i am? you think that i decided to wait until last minute to get my adorably adoring family presents? of course not.” he shook his head as he balanced his parcels, somewhat forgetting how he had opened the conversation had given him away. wesley rarely made sense, he was a combination of things all piled into one man and it didn’t translate well into reality. “wrapping, obviously. let’s not cheap out, gotta get the corners taped down. tape round the entire parcel, then ribbons, whatever those little twisty not bow things are and wallah, a christmas perfection.”

#c: ainsley

harper-the-harpy‌:

Wesley’s incessant chattering was a swift reminder as to why they’d never fully gotten along in school. When she was on a night out, boots on and neckline low, his energy was appreciated. When she was hungover and still had two hours until close, his energy was draining. “You wish, Wes,” she smirked, elbows resting on the bartop as she focused her coy gaze on the man. The thought of leaving town and traveling to far off places, even if they were only other states, was tempting. As if to remind her that those plans were foolish, the older man from before snapped his fingers again and asked for another drink. A puff of hot air escaped painted red lips as Harper scowled, holding up a finger as if to indicate for Wes to hold his thought. Shoving another jack and coke in the direction of the old man, she ignored his leering gaze and returned to her conversation. “I’m not really a champagne girl. You can buy me a beer at the end of my shift, though.” She eyed his nearly empty bottle. “Want another?”

He did wish. That didn’t say much, though. Wes would flirt with pretty much anybody, he couldn’t help himself, but as easy as it was to flirt and make friends and have a good time, as soon as the tide turned, he’d have disappeared into the night. Some friends would take a bullet for you, Wes on the other hand would take a long walk just to get away from you. It wasn’t one of his best traits. “So the end is near then,” he said, eyebrows raised, “I think I’ll get that bottle of champagne anyway, I like popping the cork. Makes me feel all rich and important and also scares people into thinking it’s a gun shot for a few hot secs,” he told Harper, which was quite an honest answer really. “Where are we going when you get off?”

#brain so fried it took my four attempts to spell tyler posey gif hunt #c: harper

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where: town square (outside) when: december 19th, 09:34am

having been awake for a couple of hours already, ainsley leisurely made her way towards the town center knowing most people would be sleeping in. the line at the coffee shop supported that when it only took her five minutes to place her order and get her drink before walking back outside into the cool air. it brushed against the only exposed skin of her face, thankful that her hat was snug on her head, her scarf was wrapped tightly around her neck and tucked into her peacoat. standing next to an empty bench, she watched the early morning crowd slowly grow as the those who slept in later finally made their way to the center of town. everyone was equally as bundled as ainsley, some more than she was, and as she took a seat, she accepted the chill. the crisp air was what reminded her the most of the holidays and, honestly, it was one of her favorite things. she loved the cold and the hot coffee that combatted it. sipping on her drink, ainsley saw someone approaching from the corner of her eye, assuming they were going to pass, she raised her eyes and flashed them an uncharacteristically warm smile. “morning,” she offered in greeting.

wesleyhypes

where wesley walked, chaos normally followed. today that chaos was in the form of last minute christmas shopping and a number of boxes piled up in his arms, bags hanging in the ridges of both his elbows full to the brim with christmas gifts. he hadn’t done any of his shopping before now and the next four days were bound to be a crazy rush, a carcrash of sorts. he had a big family even though he only had one sister. here in town, everyone knew each other, everyone talked, everyone hung out, before he even got home to wrap his parents and sister would know exactly what their gifts were. his nose was chilly and when he saw ainsley who he had briefly hung out with the night before greeted him, she was opening the door for a full on conversation. he stopped in his tracks, staring over the top of his pile at the smaller girl, “top of the morning to ya,” he joked, a grin immediately on his face, “just doing some shopping, or all the shopping. ready to listen to wham and have a good wrapping sesh.”

#c: ainsley #*skips to the next day thread*

ainslcydxvis‌:

the newly refilled glass was placed in front of the young woman and, as she pulled it towards her, she made to turn back in wesley’s direction before being caught off-guard by how close he now was. “jesus” she mumbled, a hand landing over her heart. ainsley listened closely, as it seemed important enough for him to get all dramatic. “wait, hold on. you’re telling me there’s a loaded shot gun in here?” now that made her uncomfortable. fine if the owner wanted one for protection but if other people knew it was there, they probably knew where and odds of them getting too drunk and finding it were too high for her taste. “um, as short as possible. i’m planning on buying my return ticket day after christmas.” she admitted with a sigh. was it bad she already felt exhausted being back? ainsley had spent a couple of hours with her parents tops and it already felt like too much. with a playful roll of her eyes she sipped on her drink before teasing, “it really depends on who’s santa this year.”

"randy, huh.” it was all he had to offer on the subject. everyone knew randy and randy knew everyone and sometimes that was very good and sometimes that was very bad, like a riddle, he did not know what the answer really was. it was perfectly legal to carry guns, luckily he didn’t else he’d probably have shot himself dead by now. silver lining. “what?” his eyes widened in genuine surprise, it seemed to him that was an exceptionally short stay. when he came home for christmas he was here to see the new year through, to start another year in his good old once-upon-a-time magical hometown. why didn’t anyone else see it that way? “what about new years eve?” he asked, rather irresponsibly, before she could of even offered an answer, “you’ve gotta stay for new years eve, for the new years eve parties, the street dances, the big show. you’ve gotta be here for the church hall dance. come on. you can’t outgrow that,” he widened his eyes seriously, “legit, you cannot.”

#c: ainsley

ainslcydxvis‌:

“kill joy?” ainsley repeated incredulously. was this the first time she’d been called that? absolutely not. but in this particular case she wasn’t trying to be. she was genuinely confused that someone believed they could have been fantastic at karaoke, especially that person being wesley. “first of all, rude. i never said i didn’t enjoy karaoke or that i couldn’t sing. i’m just saying i don’t think i’ve ever heard someone say ‘wow, don’t stop believing is my favorite song but i have to say the karaoke version is my favorite.’” ainsley explained, raising both eyebrows in his direction with wide eyes as though that would perfectly get her point across. “no, no…nope, let me stop you there.” she said raising her glass to her lips while her other hand raised to form a would-be stop sign. “this is not somehow going to turn into an evening of us drinking and ending up at some karaoke bar where one of us will start belting out mariah carey - not gonna happen.” she declared, though her words were laced with a giggle and perhaps weren’t as opposed to the idea as the girl herself thought she was. finishing off her first glass, ainsley placed it on the counter before waving the bartender over for a refill.

"but that sounds like such a good night,” he protested. dark eyes glanced around the bar, he watched the bartender refill the glass, tongue running across his bottom lip thoughtfully. he leaned closer to ainsley and his voice was lowered when he spoke, a serious note in it in comparison to his normal breezy attitude towards things. “but probably not here because i’m low key pretty sure that randy’s got a loaded shot gun and i don’t feel safe under those circumstances performing to the best of my ability. don’t tell anyone i said that, i want to live to see another christmas.” he definitely wasn’t going to mention how he found out about that, he definitely wasn’t going to mention the past dealings he’d had with randy when he’d been a little shit and narrowly missed ending up in trident. he leaned back and grabbed his beer, listening to the same christmas playlist that had been on every single year of his life that he had been in randy’s, “how long are you home for, then? this time around. enough time for karaoke obviously. maybe a bit of time on santa’s lap and the classic town events.”

#c: ainsley

i’m a hot air balloon that could go to space

wesley hypes was a well known fair weather friend. it wasn’t his fault, he just wasn’t there for the bad times. wes would tell anyone during high school that he was on this planet for a good time, not a long time and just as he said, when the bad times came, he was nowhere to be seen. when his grandmother died he left town for three days with no word, he never attended her funeral and he never mentioned it at all. when his girlfriend broke up with him, he went on vacation the next day to palm springs and deleted every trace of their relationship and when wesley was told that he had to stop burning bridges... well, nobody heard from him again until november 25th.

- has one sister who is still a townie named meredith (29)

- left town in 2017 and comes home for the holidays

- nobody really knows what he does, he’s an odd job man

- graduated from high school in 2011, he is 26 years old

with the air, like i don’t care baby by the way

utp. high school friend turned enemy. after the death of a love one, wes ghosted for good.

utp. ex-girlfriend, bad terms. when they broke up, he disappeared.

utp. friend. tbd.

utp. ex-travel buddy. they went together but wes left halfway through.

#bio

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wesleyhypes‌:

RANDY’S, 18TH DECEMBER, 22:33PM.

coming back home was not something ainsley looked forward to each year but it couldn’t be avoided. even her agency in new york shut down around the holidays and she wasn’t about to stay in town when all of her friends went home. seeing family might have been bad but being alone on christmas was far worse. it was why, after traveling for the better part of twelve hours, ainsley found herself at randy’s, this time perfectly legally. her delicate fingers wrapped around the chilled glass in her hand, trying hard not to listen to the babble around her as she downed her whiskey to make playing nice with her family that much easier but she couldn’t help but be drawn in to one particular comment. “killed it at karaoke?” she asked, eyebrow quirked in disbelief. “i find it a little hard to believe anyone can love a karaoke cover.”

"ok, kill joy,” wesley responded, a roll of his eyes added to the comment before he turned to actually face ainsley who appeared to have been beside him for quite some time. “it’s not my fault that you’re not good enough at karaoke to have ever killed it. that’s quite sad actually, makes my heard crack a little. right down the middle,” he told her, the bottle in his hand now resting against his chest, a genuine look of sadness on his face. “you know what you need?” he asked, but it wasn’t really a question at all. few of his questions ever were. “a good duet partner.”

#c: ainsley

harper-the-harpy‌:

wesleyhypes‌:

RANDY’S, 18TH DECEMBER, 22:33PM.

Harper would do anything short of kill for Randy, but if he continued to put on the same damn Christmas playlist night after night until the 25th, she might be forced to kill the man. After working at the bar for over five years, you would think the woman would have gotten used to its Christmas cheer. As the brunette groaned and shot a glare at the drunk man who’d just snapped his fingers and asked for his third glass of jack and coke, Joy to the World became the soundtrack to her misery. She shoved the drink in his direction, paying the man little attention as she turned her attention to the next customer. Wesley was halfway through some spiel about his most recent adventure, and she jumped at the chance to drone out the playlist. “Where was this?”

"why are you asking, do you like me?” he asked, two eyebrows drawn upwards, wriggling crazily with a hint of suggestion. he leaned back on the stool, the same look of pure glee claiming his entire face, dark eyes glancing as he raised his beer to his lips and took a long swig. it was hard to swallow because he was still smiling, in fact, it was quite an impressive show of multitasking that was sure to win him over some fans, or so he thought. “i was in colarado in spring, it was sick,” he told her, alight with tall tales of the past year, even if some of them may have been glorified. that’s was the thing about wesley, you couldn’t quite believe anything he said because he made it all out to be nothing short of monumental, he had been the same since high school. “california in summer. you should come with me next time, you might even enjoy it,” he pointed the bottle her way, “you know what, round on me. get yourself some champers, let’s celebrate the return of legends.”

#c: harper

RANDY’S, 18TH DECEMBER, 22:33PM.

the sound of christmas music blasted through the bar, every surface draped in tinsel and paper chains that looked like they were made about twenty years ago. nothing ever seemed to change around town, as if it was stuck in time while the rest of the world moved on. he loved that. he loved knowing that he would still have the same self imposed importance as when he left, after all, he was somewhat the centre of his own universe and sometimes he was the centre of other people’s too, if he could force his way into being so with jokes and laughs and memories -- coming home for christmas was his favourite thing because it brought him attention he had not gotten since he was a child. something he loved. “and then, i got up on stage and killed it. i was doing the best karaoke version of dancing in the moonlight that anyone has ever seen and everyone loved it,” he told the bartender (who had known him for far too long too), gleefully.