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ofmumu:
❝Oh come on, it’s not fun if you only tell me your worst. I have to have all the details here.❞ The woman joked back without missing a beat. Though the explanation of the worst had her nodding. ❝I kind of want the story behind that, but I can understand it.❞
“ a gentleman never tells , “ something that actually made sense for wes , his crypt of secrets well and truly shut . still , he was only joking with that one ; “ maybe i can tell you more if you tell me one of your secrets , “ teasing further , unlikely to gain anything too juicy but wondering what the other had been up to , constantly enthralled by the going ons of others lives rather than improving his own personal affairs .
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“ if i name a favourite then i’m going to ruin it for everyone coming after , “ he jokes , mood on a steady uprise since his return . wes didn’t like to show his face to the world when he wasn’t at his best , cheer radiating and a bounce in his step . he leans in , “ worst ... rachel ray . need i say more ? “
… . . ╰──╮closed starter | recording studio idk | @snipersfm
Hands lifted, digits ruffling through purple-dyed hair as hues remained locked on the other. ❝Who has been your favorite guest so far?❞ A random question came to her mind as she shifted to sit back in her seat. ❝Even better, who has been your worst guest so far? I need all the details here, I’m curious.❞
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brvkenhecrts:
warmth from coffee cup only adding to cozy air that swirled around her . daily coffee trip a must to keep attitude bearable for a small few . chocolate hues scanning the cafe in search for empty seating , instead she’s met with familiar eyes , tight lipped smile gracing jolene’s features as swallows liquid . male’s words leave her amused , manicured digits masking smirk that plays at lips , “ hubris bunch if you ask me , “ herself included in many ways , as much as she detested the thought . “ surprised you could stay away from the clutches of all this , “ free hand waving in the air for a second , as if she was trying to catch the word on the tip of her tongue , “ pollution , for a long s you did , “ brow quirks up , another sip of her creamy caffeine .
in truth , his hometown , the streets he had grown up on ... despite his eccentric mannerisms had been filled with pollution of their own . the shooting of his brother , the anniversary of the crime that had stolen him away seeming to gain traction and draw him home . wes never let things really show though , his outer layer stronger than any inner workings trying to escape . “ the pollution was calling my name , i miss the sadness , the rise , the fall ... the glamour of the ditches , “ he teases although it does make for some fantastic whispers . he has no ill wishes for anyone at present but that doesn’t mean he tears his gaze away from watching their downfall , too much to see . “ i even heard my husband graham came back and hasn’t even mentioned me ... we do be trusting the wrong people , “ a shake of the head , unusual and humourously ‘ street ‘ syntax for him , like a tiktok trope .
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wesley snipes had been missing from la for quite some time . it was unusual , the man usually inserting himself into the middle of the chaotic party scene , leaning in on gossip and being a pal to one and all . the absence had been noticeable at first but he was sure that as time went on then it probably lessened . that was the thing about the hills , it didn’t take long for it not to remember you and his hiatus had certainly put him in a position that many wouldn’t envy but it was water off of a ducks back for wes . he knew he’d be back where he had been in no time , no real concerns about infamy because the times changed so fast . after arriving back home the prior night , it was his first day out , a coffee in hand ... those upscale cocoa beans hitting different . turtle neck cashmere even in the warm weather as he considered where to start with the catching up before seeing a familiar face . breathing in hard , “ mmmm , i missed the polluted air , the smell of sex , scandal and betrayal , “ he jokes before drinking .
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JONATHAN DAVISS
2023, ph. Brianna Alysse
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wes: i want you on my show next week. what do you think?
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yasmin’s disappearance was a catalyst of unfolding events , a sense of impending doom lingered over the influencer , wracking cognition for every opportunity she had to steer baby sister from entering the dimly - lit streets alone , a fight between the pair the most impertinent cause & responsibility would forever be placed on gaia. whatever this meet - up was , she didn’t want to be there but also , refused to take a rain - check on beloved best friend. the location was a deal breaker , something she couldn’t change but a sensation of entrapment , customers swan - necking at the display before them. body feels agitated like she’s stuck behind glass windows , centrepiece of shop’s design , but this was far from window shopping.
a distorted cry erupts from jittery lingerie model , distressed hands raking through snapped & frazzled , grease coated strands , sniffing hard to fulfil some kind of urge. clambering over furniture like a feral cat , she’s swiping the bag in possession again , cravings for an escape overwhelm her as she’s fighting him for hidden illicit powder. “ please. “ voice cracks mid - beg , impulses eating her alive internally , there was no other way to battle the pain , everything else had failed her. a combative response isn’t what she wanted to exhibit , it was a desperate measure , a cry for help. giving up , she separates from him , pacing the salon as beads of sweat pool at temples , palms beginning to itch & brush across posterior thighs. the sound of her name freezes her but she denies self of looking at him , horrified of actions pinned against him moments prior. “ it doesn’t fix it but at least it helps me escape from it. “ she admits , mahogany optics now wide with bewilderment , pupils dilated but filling with water.
brunette chooses to sit , one leg bouncing aimlessly , focus darting around the room for a quick exit. head hangs as she listens to his story , frequented visits to his home taught her there was another sibling but she never grew confident to ask questions , squeezing lids shut she finally lets a controlled breath sound. “ i don’t even know what happened to her , wes . . . i’ve been left in limbo , i was the last one at home to see her alive , i caused her to leave the house that night , this is all my fault & now , she’s never coming home. there’s no fixing it , i’m responsible. “
your feelings weren’t always the truth . that didn’t mean that your feelings weren’t stronger and louder than all logic , all things known to man . the truth could be staring your right in the eye but so easily you could be consumed by the waves , the ripples of loss running through every aspect of your life and when wes had found himself looking out into the world in search of an anchor then he had found one ... a new life . “ when you escape then life is always waiting for you on the other end . it doesn’t work ... the phone is still ringing when you put it back on the hook , you just didn’t take the call the first time , “ metaphors perhaps overdone , overrated but his eyes are widening , the anticipatory tightness in his chest . wes did not like his emotions , they were so heavy , so unpleasant , easily drowned out in the glitz & glamour although he knew how that ended for most ... so ugly .
when she sits down then he moves , his chair by extension spins and he grabs the edge of hers , fingertips paling with the way he holds onto it as if she cannot separate herself from him . slowly , he seems to pause and then he speaks , “ no , it isn’t . listen to me . it doesn’t matter what you said , it doesn’t matter what you did . you didn’t kill her . she left and she was alive and no matter what happened , she knew that you loved her , “ he’s certain of it because he’s looking at one of the most beautiful souls he knows , unable to comprehend that gaia would ever do something that was intentionally so hurtful . he and prince had never seen eye to eye , at times he wondered if the fates had dealt the wrong card taking him from the world when wes got to walk around continuing his own scandalous lifestyle . prince had done what it took to make ends meet and wes had came through too late . he moves one hand to hold her face , bringing his close to hers , a motion that was rather unusual even in their closeness . “ we’ll find out what happened and i can promise you right now that it wasn’t your fault , “ possibly in falseness , no guarantee that he would ever know , that she ever would but he was sure that he would dedicate a good chunk of eternity to finding out if it gave her peace . “ but you have to stay here , with me ... and keep the phone on the hook , g . “
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“ i used my charms for a private audience . i said i was hired to deliver a really sexy lap dance and apparently that happens all the time , “ wes jokes , his grin restful . he knew most people in the industry and spent a lot of time touring around and picking up news about what was going on , his choice to attend fords tour not completely innocent although they were friends . he enters the dressing room and sits against the dressing table , a stroke of his chin , “ you ever thought about doing a tell - all ? “
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another night, another show. ford had lost count of how many times he had done this now but it didn’t take away the thrill he got from it. there would never be a time he didn’t itch to get back out on stage, to hear thousands of people shout his songs back at him. each time it left him in awe, wondering how on earth he had managed to get this lucky in his life. by now the crowd would have cleared out, a few lingering for a sight of something, anyone important was long gone but ford was still enjoying the come down, the feeling of accomplishment steady in his chest. the cough at his dressing room door pulled his attention and a smile was offered the others way. “who let you back here?”
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fvkeric:
“you’re right, people are always disappointed when they meet me in person, cos on the show i’m this depicted as this drinking, party boy, player. and then they meet me and i’m an introverted gamer. and i don’t like disappointing people.” everything that came tumbling out of eric’s mouth was always the truth, he didn’t have the ability to lie well. “okay, teach me. what drink do i order that makes me look cool when i walk into a bar?”
a show of masculinity was not on the cards , wes had a style of his own and he was rather proud about his eccentric dramatics . he put his arm around eric with a grin that grew bigger and bigger , “ you’re so cute , look at you talking like that ! “ he jibes , entertained but not condescending in nature . “ if you ask me , a martini says it all , confidence and sophistication , “ he’s still jovial , joking away . “ do you want to seem like a partying playboy ? “ he’s asking as he releases , picking up an umbrella from the bar and twisting it in his fingertips awaiting the answer with curiousity .
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inability to process information for self was apparent , last conversation with younger sister is prevalent in femme’s mind. chest is crushing again , flinging her out of her seat , gasping for long - awaited air. distressed hands running across face , the edge of previous buzz waning , hungry for a top up to stop the rolling grief making an appearance. breathing is laboured , hands resting atop of hips , staring vacantly out of the window & pushing tears aside to stop public outburst. “ all what? yasmin’s gone , wes , my heart is shattered & i can’t see anything fixing it this time. “ she admits openly for the first time since the news broke , she didn’t mean to snap at him and there’s a look of remorse already flooding features once harsh tone is used. “ i’m sorry , i just . . . i need another hit. “ she’s delving into depths of bag , frantically looking for a pill , a powder , anything to relieve her from this god - forsaken reality.
there is a silent moment , the destiny of the conversation resting heavy on his shoulders , a part of him so stuck in the character of the new & improved wesley snipes that it’s hard to break out . for the majority of his life he has been a bashful , colourful parallel to the boy that he was in his early years but as stunted as the moment feels at first , he can’t help but blink slowly at her initial response . the second that it takes for his eyes to adjust , mind to gain some clarity is all he needs to know this is not some kind of blonde highlight day , it’s not something that is fixed with some gossip and a glass of champagne while some random woman gives you a top notch blow dry .
hand moves , it’s so sudden that he doesn’t even second guess it as he literally yanks the bag out of her frantic fingertips , depriving her of whatever she was looking for , whatever she feels like she needs . the truth is that wes doesn’t know what she needs and as much as he feels closer to her than near enough anybody , it doesn’t mean that he can fix this but there’s a blaring like a siren in his heart , the pace quickens and doesn’t fade ... a voice inside his head that tells him not to do what he normally does and become even more in character . “ that’s what we’re not going to do , “ he finally says , a sincerity and certainty to the words that make him seem in control of a situation that’s completely beyond his grip and yet , he might be more qualified to keep his hands on the steering wheel than her . “ gaia , “ a guiding voice through the dark clouds , one that he had never used on himself despite navigating somehow ... “ if you don’t see anything fixing it then getting fucked up isn’t going to fix it , either , “ his fingers wrap around her own , jolting her hand back into her lap , the touch soft yet firm enough to guide , a reassurance that he isn’t going to let her spiral ... although she could fight him , his resistance is surprisingly strong and nothing really touches the sides of his sensitivities .
tongue runs over bottom lip , a short pause as he leans in just enough to soften his voice ... not that it’s a secret but more that he hasn’t really disclosed this to anybody in hollywood . his past , history ... just a mystery in many aspects . “ my brother ... prince ... he got killed . shot in a drive by . one second he was just chilling playing jack rummy at home and the next he took a bullet to the brain and we never got to see him again . i never got to tell him how sorry i was for all the times that i didn’t have his back ... for stealin’ his favourite cap and then leaving it in his ex-homeboys car ... i never got to say anything to him because he was dead , “ eyebrows knit . “ so trust me when i say that i understand what it means to have your heart shattered but we still need to know ... to find out ... how do we fix this ? you’re never gonna be alone . “
#gaia#here he is <3#will the real wes plz stand up#i may have lost my mind bc i love them#:/#murder tw#death tw#shooting tw
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fvkeric:
“but it’s hard not to think when the drink you’re drinking requires a lot of thinking.” he spoke with a heavy sigh. he thought about it for a moment before he gave in and nodded his head. “fineee, i’ll do a shot with you. but no laughing at me.” he grabbed the glass and nodded his head. now he knew the order he didn’t see how he could mess it up, but then again eric was usually a special case. he placed the salt on his hand and then licked it off, he took the shot, his face contorting into one of pure disgust and then squeezed the lime into his mouth. “how do people do multiple of those? that was awful.”
he didn’t have that problem , yet wes never seemed to be the most drunk person in the room , he was the one ensuring everything was transcribed to memory . he does the shot alongside the red head but can’t help but laugh at the facial expressions he was pulling as he bit into the piece of lime , sucking the juice out , “ clearly i have a lot to teach you , young one . you haven’t mastered the art of being a drinking socialite yet , “ that had been him once , he was just teasing but it was true , in certain circles you adapted .
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recent vacation brought disturbance to the brunette’s life , a spanner thrown in the works , dismantling the person she’d become over relentless persistence as a result of previous traumas. narcotic vices turned to , addicted to the numbness the substances provide , feeling that was better than burdening grief. stumbling through the salon’s doors , still riding the buzz from last night’s high , bravado beginning to crack from merely being in close friend’s company. falling into the chair beside him , distressed hand shaking chocolate locks out from loose hair tie. dishevelled appearance causes eyebrows to raise from staff , providing a glass of water for comfort , but all she does is stare at the lifeless liquid. “ other than yasmin being found dead? runnin’ from my psychotic father? nothin’ much. “ she offers , chewing on the inside of her cheek.
there were few people who’s presence wes found peaceful , not that the auras of chaos were not appreciated but a warmth was always there when the woman was near . over the years he felt they had grown so close that she was like family , a difference between her and his biological sister but a close relationship all the same . his attention turns , dark eyes cascading over her appearance , close attention paid . at the comments that passes , a breath stolen from the air as he leans forwards , leans in to the conversation taking place which was not quite the music to his ears that their normal harmless gossip was . wes was good at lots of things ... he always seemed to carry the ability to create relationships that never got too deep but against his more obstructive nature , he didn’t want to be tactless . “ what ? “ he asks , gesture to the hairdresser , “ she needs the full treatment , pronto , put it on my tab , “ not distracted by the goings on of those around him , “ now ... what are we going to do about all this ? “
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fckmaiya:
maiya looked at him and smiled widely when he came to dance. she needed someone to be on her vibe and it looked like he was. she just wanted to let her hair down and have fun, and she saw absolutely nothing wrong with that. she laughed as she watched him, moving around to the music. “that’s it! get it!” she grinned. “you look amazing!” she cheered. “can you do the worm? you should totally try and do the worm.”
his dance moves were fluid , the vibrations of the music travelling through his body , freeing and exciting . wes loved to dance , he liked to enjoy himself , live the high life and remain on the sidelines of the unfolding drama . “ the worm ? “ he can’t help but laugh , the sound bright from his lips , uplifting . “ a sophisticated queen should never do the worm on the dance floor ... we have to protect our nipples , “ he teases , entertained by the idea .
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♡ - madelyn cline, drew starkey, & jonathan daviss.
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the body shot not so enticing as simply music , wes wasn’t one to turn down a good time and really , if you were in a bad way , having him around was probably a bonus . he was a good soul when it came to the hills , not preventing chaos but certainly ensuring nothing got too out of hand . “ what’s that ? i can feel the beat ... flowing through my veins , “ he jokes , moving closer so he can fance with her . “ it’s taken over my body , i can’t say no ! “
“if you dance with me now, you can do a body shot off me later, from wherever you like, i won’t argue it at all.” she spoke with a wink, grabbing the other by the arm and tugging them. “come on, i can feel the music and it just won’t be a vibe if i’m dancing alone.” she was reaching the very tip of her high, so grateful for it. and she needed to let it all out before it wore off, or at least until she needed more.
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“ less thinking and more drinking , my man , “ he tells eric , the address full of humour and his dark eyes lit up with excitement and amusement . he truly enjoyed the company of just about anyone , to not get along with wes was practically impossible . “ come on , i won’t judge you , now you have to do a shot with me else i’ll be heartbroken , “ if he thought it was serious then he would never peer pressure but at the moment it was just funny . he signals the bartender to line up some shots , his grin still wide . “ now , don’t think about the order , we’re just going to follow my lead . salt , tequila , lime , “ the shots delivered , he’s taking the salt shaker ready .
“is it salt, then lime, then shot? or is it shot, then salt, then lime? or is it lime, then shot then salt? oh fuck it….i’m never gonna get this right. tequila is too much damn work.” how the public believed eric was a partying fuck boy was beyond him. he couldn’t even take a shot of tequila without overthinking it. “i’m just gonna stick to my beer….or probably a coke zero, save myself a headache.” he sighed.
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