come over, i wanna know what you thought

when you're on the way down i'm gonna lift you up

[lovedearlove]

lovedearlove :  a dependent multimuse rp blog affiliated with @ciderpointhq    —  penned by molly

billy blue klein : bio

lennon bowie reed: bio

sloane murphy: bio

noah cho: bio

[sunnydazcd]

for: noah (@lovedearlove)

location: their apartment, noah's room

Wes had gotten home early from work for once and decided to surprise Noah by showing up an hour before expected. He thought maybe they could get in a sunset walk along the beach or something, and he was jazzed about it. Once he got to their apartment he placed his keys down quietly - attempting to keep the surprise plan in tact. As he tiptoed down the hallway and noticed Noah's door was closed, Wes knocked on it lightly, waiting for an answer. Noah always assured it wasn't necessary, but when the door was shut he always made a point to anyhow. Apparently it was opened a sliver though, just enough for his knock to push the door open. There he found Noah lying on the bed, and a muffled sound that only could be that of tears.

"Noah? Baby?" Wes murmured gently, immediately stepping into his room, his heart feeling like he'd swallowed it whole. His happy, overjoyed, usually giddy boyfriend was crying, and it broke him apart. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, keeping his voice soft, almost a whisper, as he moved to sit on the edge of his bed. "Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" tentatively Wes moved a hand to Noah's leg, resting there lightly in support, his fingers tracing in a soothing pattern. "Talk to me, please."

[lovedearlove]

Noah hadn't cried in a long time. At least, not really. Sometimes he cried at things that didn't really matter... like recently, when he and Wes saw The Sheep Detectives, in the movie theatre. And it was a lovely film, surely, but it was relatively low stakes, all things considered. This was different. Tommy was one of his best friends, one of the most important people in his life, a sister of sorts, doing a complete 180 on him. And sure, lately he had been pretty wrapped up in his relationship with Wes. They were practically attached at the hip, and there was a part of Noah that could understand the annoyance of that, to an extent. But sue him! He'd never been happy like this. Never felt so devoutly seen or cared for by somebody, and known that he returned all of the same feelings. And yeah, the honeymoon stage of their relationship was certainly strong and continuing, but Noah thought he should be allowed this. He'd always felt sort of radically optimistic, and in a way, the karmic balance of his positivity felt like it rewarded him with the best boyfriend he could possibly have. He didn't understand why that was suddenly a bad thing.

So instead of getting ready to hang out with Wes, Noah cried on his bed, feeling it sort of take over. He didn't even notice Wes knocking softly on the door, and he only processed that he wasn't alone when he felt Wes hand resting lightly on his leg, the patterns as soft as can be. "W-Wes?" He sniffled, immediately feeling bad for being seen like this. It's not that he didn't feel safe in being vulnerable with Wes... he just didn't want to bring down the mood. They were supposed to spend time with each other, and now Noah was sobbing into his pillow. "I.. Tommy and I.. we." He didn't even want to finish the statement. It would all feel a bit too real, then. "She's like, she's so fucking angry with me, Wes." He sniffled, eyes cast downward. "But she started saying shit about you and me... and it made me so fuckin' mad. She's like family."

[yourcinluv]

lennon .☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆.˚ electric rhythm  / @lovedearlove

“hi,” she breathed, heaving a plastic bin of records on top of the counter with a louder sound than anticipated. the back of her hand swipes the bangs from her face with a small smile. “do you take donations?” the box had come from the attic, one she stuck up before she left home and didn't have the heart to search through when she returned. “i'd take them next door, but some of them are worth something.” 

[lovedearlove]

The summer sun was starting to shine over Cider Point, and considering the fact that Electric Rhythm’s air conditioner was busted, Lenny couldn’t focus on much besides the trickle of sweat that was currently making its way down her neck. She loved work, she did. As lazy as Lenny could be, she adored being surrounded by the stacks of vinyl, the never-ending sound of the scratch of a record. But this was too much, the whole sensation of the heat. Lenny needed to be distracted, which felt like a sort of divine intervention when a redhead stepped through the doors, hauling a huge bin. “Yeah, man. Half the store is donations.” Lenny started to thumb through the albums, stopping at one with excitement in her eyes. “Wait… how do you have this? Dude! I’ve been looking for this one!” It might be strange, seeing Lennon buzzing over something, but she couldn’t help herself. It was a limited edition repressing of Never for Ever by Kate Bush. 

[offkeykisses]

He forced an obnoxious grin back onto his face in an effort to slip back into seeming as unbothered as possible. "It's on account of my very friendly and sincere demeanor." While he was capable of both, selectively, that wasn't really his dynamic with Sloane. Not for the most part, at least. They were more friends due to circumstances. "Uh huh, you don't think about me when I'm not around and yet you seem pretty informed on who I talk to." Small town or not, he didn't see why anyone would care enough to talk about it. It wasn't like he gave a shit about who was standing together closer than necessary at the grocery store. "That's what has you so pissy right now?" Xavier didn't have any room to judge. While he didn't have too much experience in the loss of romantic attachments, having only been in two real relationships, the loss of attachments in general sent him spiraling just as bad as Billy. "Just fuck someone else." Blunt, unsolicited advice fell from his mouth. "There has to be someone desperate enough in town to go for the whole wounded puppy thing you're giving right now. And isn't that what people say, anyway — the best way to get over someone is to get over someone new?" Something like that. Again, he wouldn't really know. It was just safer not to get involved with people on a deeper level in general. And yet...

[lovedearlove]

The grin on Xavier’s face could only really be described as smarmy, but Billy was also pretty sure it was fake, or at least put upon. Friendly and sincere? Hardly. Billy would be annoyed at the sarcasm if he weren’t so tired. This conversation itself was draining. “Yeah, well. Given her track record on choosing the men in her life, I suppose the shoe fits.” That wasn’t fair. Sloane Murphy had no business catching strays from Billy Blue, who’d been a family friend since they were both small. But Billy was frustrated, frustrated with so much, and Xavier was pissing him off, so some of the nice guy veneer was shedding a bit. “People talk, Xavier. I don’t have to care for them to continue to do it. People are talking about you, now. Congratulations.” He groaned, looking at Xavier with nothing but contempt. “Oh, don’t act like the loss of people in your life hasn’t created a lifelong chip on your shoulder. It’s cute of you to pretend to act unbothered but your whole thing is all about running so you can outrun the people who ran from you. Spare me the judgment.” And clearly, Billy was on one tonight. “Cider Point isn’t really teeming with eligible queer bachelors at the moment. And even so, I’m not ready for that.” He said that quietly, introspective. It was a truth he had yet to fully admit. 

[tiidepools]

lark  listens  to  the  words,  lip  curling  as  lennon  continues  to  justify  an  unfavourable  situation.   ❛  oh.  ❜   is  what  she  finally  says,  something  more  vicious  than  pity  soaking  the  syllable.   ❛  the  problem  is  that  you  accept  incredibly  low  standards  in  all  of  your  personal  relationships  and  want  to  make  that  everyone  else's  problem.  ❜   lark  makes  sure  to  raise  the  volume  of  her  tone,  so  that  those  nearby  could  hear  her  –  personally,  she  was  sick  to  death  of  taking  the  high  road.   ❛  when  are  you  going  to  get  over  it?  he  could  be  getting  engaged  to  the  love  of  his  life  on  a  boat  in  monaco  and  you'd  still  be  here,  miserable,  broken,  alone  –  right  where  he  left  you.  but  sure,  lennon,  give  him  that  power.  you're  really  sticking it to him every time you bitch at me.  ❜

[lovedearlove]

Lenny is used to barking. Hit dogs holler, and it's how she's been for as long as she can remember. A stray. She fights back, because that's all she knows how to do, at this point. But right now, the fight is lost, and she can't find it in herself to do it anymore. She sighs, hand shaking a little, around the bottle of beer. Lark isn't incorrect, really. Lenny's taste had proven to leave little to desire. And she isn't quite ready to let go of JT, even though it had been years. But some wounds cut so deep. Her voice goes uncharacteristically quiet, and she can't quite maintain eye contact. 'Everytime I look at you, I see him. I can't help it. I get so close to fuckin' forgetting all about him, and then I see you, and I'm back at square fuckin' one. And it makes me hate you, and I don't know how to not do that."

[invlsiblestring]

" honestly, i think the two of you could have a lot of success on the karaoke scene. you should look into that. " there's no sarcasm in his tone. while the performance had been unexpected, he can see the fun they had with it. at the end of the day, isn't that all that matters. " then fuck what anyone else has to say. " letting out a low chuckle, he shakes his head. " nah, nothing like that. just doing my own thing, you know ? " contemplating finally getting back into composing, but he's not quite ready to say that out loud just yet. " oh, young love, " he teases with a dramatic dreamy sigh. " maybe i should try that. do you think i'm riley's type ? " laughter fades out, and his hand moves to claps the others shoulder, supportive squeeze given. " looks good on you. "

[lovedearlove]

“Believe me, I fuckin’ love karaoke. I was the karaoke king in college and maybe it’s ’cause everyone was always pretty wasted… my voice leaves a lot of room to be desired. But still!" Noah grins, shaking his head. "Wes and I wanted to try something a little different though. Or, maybe I did. And I sort of roped Wes in. He's really great, like that. Takes all my sort of insane whims and doesn't let me go through them alone." He grins, nudging Kenji in the arm, softly. "Hey man, that's cool! Sometimes it's enough just to sit back and observe. I mean... not really ever my style... but it seems nice, in its own way." He bursts out laughing, just the thought of Kenji and Riley together is enough to make him respond in kind. "Bro, happy fuckin' Pride! I know you're joking, but man, that would be so sick. Then you'd have your own sweet, blonde-ish water boy. I'm telling ya, it's a nice life." He smiles, softly, a knowing look in his eyes. "Man, thanks. A lot of people don't think I'm good enough for him, I don't think. But he makes me so happy."

[tiidepools]

noah's  cluelessness  –  or  in  her  distorted  view  of  events,  sheer  ignorance  –  did  little  to  quell  her  boiling  blood,  only  fuelled  her  displaced  rage  further.   ❛  reaching  out  mid  fuck  with  your  flavour  of  the  month  that's  overstayed  his  welcome  isn't  reaching  out,  babe,  it's  a  consolation  prize.  what,  you  pity  me  or  something?  think  i  fucking  need  you?  ❜   because  she  did,  awfully,  terribly,  and  now  he  was  leaving  her.  she  would  continue  to  be  a  fuck  up  and  he  dared  to  seek  growth  without  her.   ❛  whatever,  you're  being  so  boring.  ❜

[lovedearlove]

This had to be the Bad Place. A parallel universe from Hell, because this couldn't be his best friend Tommy. He was used to her being sharp, sometimes. He loved that about her, when the bullet was pointed elsewhere. But now that he felt like he was staring down the barrel of a gun, her words all but slapped him in the face. They stung. "What the fuck are you talking about? First of all, don't talk about Wes like that. He's not my fuckin' flavour of the month. That's such bullshit, and you know it. For one, that's suggesting like it's a fuckin' bad thing that I used to get around a little bit, and what? Like you don't? Who cares?" He paused, trying to catch his breath. "Second, I have had a fuckin' puppy dog crush on him for like... a whole fuckin' year, so why the fuck would he be overstaying his welcome? He's my boyfriend. What? Are you jealous? Tommy, you're like fuckin' family to me. You're acting like such a dick and I don't get it!" It stings. It just keeps coming. "Oh, fuck you. I need you. And if you don't need me, I don't get what this is all for."

[grxndvoile]

🪐 "oh yeah? i've seen a million memes of people on the edge of a meltdown over their cakes." saul had never taken the time to watch, but if it gave him a chance to further bond with one of his roommates, he'd give the show a crack. he situates himself down next to noah. over the last few weeks of feeling out the space, he'd tried not to impede too much on the couple. perhaps he should try and make a little effort now he'd settled in. "do you watch it a lot?"

[lovedearlove]

"Yeah but all of their meltdowns include them saying the most delightful things and then like sheep are grazing in the meadow behind the tents. It's fuckin' picturesque!" He takes a bite of the kim chi, the radish supplying a satisfying crunch. "Yeah, I guess I do. I love to watch it when I bake, you know? Makes me feel like I could be as good as them, one day. The bakers. Plus, my mom fuckin' loves this show. I see her like... every single day. Not like I miss her, but makes me think of her anyways. My mom fuckin' rocks." He grins. "Oh! I tested out making some tahini brownies earlier. Not... exactly what I was going for. Still gotta tweak some shit, but they're still good. So those are like... up for grabs. For the whole house. Wes already knows, but Wes always knows. So please take some, is what I'm saying!"

[earlyblues]

LOCATION:  shirley's  diner  (  @lovedearlove  )

at  one  point,  friendship  with  noah  JUST  MADE  SENSE.  they  were  the  same  age  …  and,  well,  that's  just  about  all  they  had  going  for  them.  if  anything,  noah  reminds  elias  of  the  types  of  guys  he  would  hang  around  in  high  school  (  because  pickings  for  friends  were  pretty  slim  ).  but,  elias  had  to  hand  it  to  noah.  he  was  a  lot  nicer  than  the  guys  he  hung  around  in  palos  verdes.  so,  when  noah  asks  to  hang  out,  elias  is  willing  to  go  with  him  to  shirley's  (  on  a  day  he's  sure  winnie  isn't  working  ).  he  realizes  he's  spaced  out  for  a  minute,  so  he  squeezes  his  eyes  shut  and  gently  shakes  his  head.  “sorry  man,  WHAT  DID  YOU  SAY  ?”

[lovedearlove]

Noah hums happily, all but dunking the piece of cherry pie, resting on his fork, in the perfect mound of vanilla ice cream on his plate. It was a combination he had loved since he was small, and he'd keep on coming back to Shirley's for more. These were the little things that he loved so much about Cider Point, and it's what brought him back to town, a few years ago. Nowadays, he was pretty sure it had to be the best decision he'd ever made. He'd had a craving for it, and sure, he liked baking... liked making things for Wes, and now Saul. But there was nothing like Shirley's cherry pie... it felt like the perfect opportunity to drag Elias out and catch up.

Noah had been telling the story of a mime, who had found their was into the Fish House, which had both confused and delighted him, but even Noah could tell when someone's attention was waning. "It's all good man. I was just... I mean it doesn't actually matter. Stupid story." He pauses, chuckling a bit. "Just didn't really know how they were expecting to order, you know? On account of the miming, and what not.

[lovedearlove]

a new pride post from @fishboycho:

happy pride!!! these days, im prouder than i've ever been. proud to be out loud and surrounded by so much love! proud to have a boyfriend, who makes all of the best things even better. proud to have the greatest parents in the game. proud to call my people, my people. sending you all a little extra love this month! kiss your people (consensually)!!! WOOO LGBTQs!!!!

@sunnydazcd

[invlsiblestring]

he doesn't quite know what to do with an apology. can't remember the last time he heard one, nor a time he gave one. the finnegans have never been big fans of such a thing. problems shoved under the carpet, solved with a slashed tyre or a punch. " don't be fucking sorry. i don't want an apology. " it's not their fault. it's not his, either. he's burdened by past events that don't make life easy, and that's his to carry. his arms fold over his chest, gaze kept trained on the stage. " there's no bad blood. " really, he harbours none despite how it may seem. cold is simply his default. a way to protect himself even if it hurts other people. " i don't care enough. i don't care at all, actually. "

[lovedearlove]

Noah knows he’s not always well-received. But he really tries to own up to his shit, where and when he can. And the problem here is that Kai is just so damn resistant. So as much as Noah tries to take ownership of the whole thing, Kai won’t let him. But it’s not out of the goodness of his heart, or anything remotely kind. It’s that Kai cannot spare enough of a moment to care that he’d rather the whole thing just go away. Kai, ever the immovable object and Noah, ever the unstoppable force. Noah wants so badly to be able to be some sort of friends, because if anything at all, Kai’s the one who set him and Wes up in the first place. Admittedly, that wasn’t the intention at all, but it was the catalyst. Noah wants to be able to thank the man at a proverbial wedding one day. “The real lack of enthusiasm really screams peachy keen there, bud. You and your sister both seem constantly teetering on the edge of murdering me. So which is it?” He sighed. “I owe a lot to you man. I just want you to be able to know that.” 

[tiidepools]

lark  had  just  been  handed  her  drink  when  lennon  appeared  –  a  plastic  cup  of  wine,  to  her  chagrin  –  and  she  supposed  to  had  time  today  to  deal  with  this  latest  tantrum.  a  sigh  before  she  turns,  dead-eyed  gaze  sets  itself  upon  the  other.   ❛  i  have  enough  of  a  heart  to  know  that  if  one  of  my  best  friends  was  closing  the  night,  i  wouldn't  be  starting  petty  squabbles  at  the  bar.  can't  even  feign  happiness  for  him,  can  you?  shame.  ❜

[lovedearlove]

“Who, Brett?” Lenny could barely get out the name without going off script and laughing for a moment. “One of my best friends or not, Brett could really care less if I’m here. Of course, I am here, but he probably doesn’t even know. There’s pretty low expectations in our house.” Lenny feels maybe she’s given up a little too much ammunition. There’s something about Lark that always makes her give up the gun. “And this shit isn’t a petty squabble, dude. Whatever… you didn’t cheat. Fuckin’ fine. You’re still part of the problem.” These were the little things Lenny clung to. 

[fcreverlasting]

a boisterous laugh, one that doesn't very often bubble out of him. not because he holds it in, but because he's not usually this weightless. he ruffles her hair before she has chance to stop him. "special? no, it's sickening." he'd long since accepted he's just not the kind of guy who deserves love. not the love he wants, anyway. that perhaps that once in a lifetime love is just that, a one time chance, and, as expected, he'd imploded it. he can't say it, though, because he can't be the reason sloane gives up on love, too. "if they loved each other, they'd have talked each other down from whatever that was." his hand rests over his heart, lips parted in a quiet, but dramatic sigh. "I thought you kept me around for my sunny disposition and to lift heavy things for you?"

[lovedearlove]

Sloane loves Todd’s laughter. Maybe it’s because she knows the really earnest, honest sound isn’t heard by too many, and she considers herself lucky to be among the few who get to experience it. He always babies her, or at least casts her in the role as vaguely immature little sister, and there’s a part of her that resents it. Maybe it’s because, in so many ways, Todd feels like a sort of warped knight in vaguely shiny armor. He was one of the people who looked out for her when few did, and he took her under his wing when she had little else. But even as she silently lamented the role he cast her as, in his head, she felt sort of touched that he clearly felt so comfortable in her presence. “You’re way too jaded, Todd. Sometimes love is looking crazy. In public. Especially in public! Loudly, with gusto. Sometimes it’s worth shouting to the whole wide world. Those two are just about moony over each other. May we all be so lucky.” She giggles, a light, buoyant sound. “That and opening jars. I’m terrible at that.” 

[ilovethismood]

Margot who had been sitting at the bar cheered for Billy as he left the stage. She couldn't personally relate to the song but the way he sung each line made her feel each and every emotion it was made to. When he sat next to her at the bar, she turned toward him. "Excuse me I'm sorry to bother you but you were really great. I really enjoyed your performance."

[lovedearlove]

Billy didn’t pay attention to the way the crowd was reacting as he made his way off the stage, but maybe there was a part of him that appreciated the support. His whiskey was sharp, but a warmth settled in his gut. It felt even softer when he heard Margot’s words. “Well that’s awful nice of you to say. Sort of an experiment, of sorts. But far more freeing than I could’ve expected. Therapeutic, music.” 

[k1tschs]

"  best  fucking  night  of  my  life,  "  she  repeats,  nodding  once.  the  question  draws  a  quiet  laugh  from  vada,  and  she  takes  the  cigarette  between  her  fingers,  bringing  it  to  her  lips  for  a  slow  drag  as  she  watches  lenny.  to  be  fair,  nothing  can  really  top  this,  but  she’s  not  clueless  enough  to  miss  what  it  means  —  she’s  seen  that  look  on  lenny  before.  "  anything  you  can  think  of,  lenny?  "  she  asks,  her  voice  low  and  teasing.  "  seems  like  you’ve  got  something  on  your  mind.  "

[lovedearlove]

It’s sensual, Lenny thinks. Sharing a cigarette with someone. It’s an intimate act, and considering how attractive she finds Vada? Well this is an intimacy she could find herself craving. She smoke billows out in a soft curl, and Lenny looks on, eyes half-lidded. And Vada’s teasing her, with a glint in her eyes, and Lenny only wants more. “Let me celebrate you.” She pauses, taking the cigarette back between her two fingers, taking a drag. “Go and do your fuckin’ rockstar thing. Work the room and get all the applause you need, because you’re a star and you deserve to feel like it. And then when you’ve had enough of that, find me. There’s a little bit of idol worship in your future.” 

[sunnydazcd]

Wes has never been shy, necessarily, but he also hadn't been the type that would just get on a stage and belt his heart out, which was probably evidenced by his lack of talent. For Noah though, he'd do anything, and he couldn't deny he'd had a blast. His boyfriend's confidence rubbed off on him, and they owned that stage together - for better or worse. He hadn't meant to get so handsy right away, but the energy in the air, the happiness that surrounded them in their little bubble together, it was too much electricity to ignore. The warm, sweet hug was very welcomed, but it wasn't long before Wes was taking advantage of the wall by pressing Noah up against it and stealing a heated kiss that he could care less whether anyone saw or not. Noah's hands in his hair earned a blissful hum from Wes, but eventually he allowed them to break away for air, knowing they'd already put on enough of a show for the public to handle for one evening.

"All of the time? Even when we go to bed? That sounds uncomfortable," he teased, flipping the collar of the leather jacket up with a playful smirk. "But as much as possible? I will. Your eyes only, I swear. Although I'm pretty sure you're the one everyone would be swooning over between the two of us. You should wear this jacket more often too," he pulled at the front of Noah's letterman jacket and grinned. "Maybe it and nothing else, even." Wes bit his lip, still a little baffled himself that he'd made it up on that stage, but he'd do anything for Noah. "Me either. I've never done anything like that before, but it was fun. If I say it was... electrifying, is that too cliché?" he mused, pressing a tamer, chaste kiss to Noah's cheek. "Only for you. You make me do crazy things, Noah Cho. But I'm not complaining. Totally worth it to see this big handsome grin on your face."

[lovedearlove]

All the hecklers would probably be rolling their eyes, seeing the two of them now. But Noah couldn't really care less, radiating happiness at the feeling of Wes in his arms. He'd turned into a total sap, but that didn't bother him one bit. He was allowed to change... at least a little bit. And he was still very much himself. Still immature, still ridiculous. Still loyal and idiotic and earnest. He just had a person now, and it's not that he hadn't had people before, but there was something different here. He wanted to indulge in it as much as Wes would let him. And if that meant doing silly things in front of the town just to be able to claim this feeling... this happiness? He'd do it over and over again.

Noah gave him his goofiest grin, something a little warm and gooey on the inside. It was a silly, little teasing moment and Noah loved it. It all felt so playful and sweet. “In bed, I think we can make some exceptions. Would rather you in nothing, anyways.” And it was true. If Noah could spend the rest of his life ogling his boyfriend, he would. He intended to, but it seemed that this would be a surprise to absolutely no one. He grinned, a glint in his eyes, as he waggled his eyebrows a little bit. “Looks like we’re on the same page, babe. As usual. How’d we get so lucky?” Noah could have swooned. “Hey! That’s my line. You’re my Sandy, baby. Got the gorgeous fuckin’ hair to match.” He smiled sweetly, blushing a little bit. For all of Noah’s brashness, he was really just a boy with a crush. “I think the town might have a lot to say. But it’s us against the whole thing, hm? ‘Cause all their shit… means nothing if I got you, babe.” 

[fxdedmoon]

Based on the earlier performers, Russell was expecting more to happen during this performance. However, it was the quality rather than the quantity that spoke to him. He thought about going to Stage A, but instead found himself at the same bar as the musician from Stage B. He fought off the urge to copy his order, instead buying a diet soda; of course he asked for a lemon wedge too, to feel fancier. “Hey, you were really good out there,” he choked out.

[lovedearlove]

Billy was glad he had done it, even if it all felt a little showy for his tastes. Maybe he had just gotten on that stage to prove to himself that he could. He took a sip of the whiskey, sighing. It pooled in his stomach a little bit, but the taste was sharp enough to bring him back to himself. The voice next to him startling him a little, he tried to settle into a soft smile. "Russell... hey." He looked down, a little bashful. "Thanks. I'm uh... I'm no performer, you know? Don't even really know why I signed up, but it was something new, at least."