you're gonna sing the words wrong

[sunnydazcd]

𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒, he/him, twenty6, rec center swim instructor

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[hollanov-ann]

Connor Storrie | Interview Magazine

[sunnydazcd]

for: noah (@lovedearlove)

location: their noah & kai's apartment

when: one year ago

After living in one city for his entire life, Wes felt both terrified and exhilarated about moving to a new one. He had only ever heard wonderful things about Cider from his sister; it was a place she had found special, and he knew Roman at least liked it enough to keep residing there. Perhaps he should have been a little more apprehensive about moving in with strangers that he barely knew - or didn't know at all. However, two other guys, similarly around the same age as him, didn't seem like it could be that bad of an arrangement, he figured. Unless one of them turned out to be a psycho, it was probably about as safe a deal as he could get. The rent was right within the perfect budget for him; the place seemingly nice enough without breaking the bank. Once he began working as a swim instructor, it would be even easier to manage, he hoped. All Wes knew was what little was mentioned in the ad, and the set up conversation that followed. He was a pretty simple guy, and easy to get along with. Hopefully his new roommates thought so.

Wes didn't have a ton of stuff to move with him, and the furniture he had managed to squeeze in the back of his truck. He could always venture back home for a couple of hours at some point if need be, but for now, he should be covered. Really, he wasn't the nervous type. Yet, he felt flutter bubbling up as he reached the door to his future - or, rather - current now, apartment. Wes knocked on it gently, a bright smile resting upon his lips as he waited with wide blue eyes to be greeted, and hopefully welcomed.

[pastlifc]

"we're  between  shows  right  now,  but  we're  working  on  a  fall  production  so  there's  a  lot  for  you  to  look  forward  to,"  he  jokes,  eyes  widening  at  the  tidbit.  "did  she  ?  my  mom  was  the  opposite.  she  got  into  the  arts  for  me,"  smile  widens  at  the  memory,  always  thankful  that  his  family  had  been  willing  to  take  such  a  huge  risk  on  his  talents.  "drunk  karaoke  is  where  it's  at,"  he's  never  been  a  great  singer,  always  preferring  roles  in  anything  but  a  musical.  "nah,  man,  i  know  so  !"  hands  clap  together,  giving  a  reassuring  nod.  "i  solemnly  swear  to  be  BRUTALLY  HONEST,"  fingers  cross  over  his  chest,  "but  remember  that  you  asked  for  it."  both  hands  raising  to  put  emphasis  on  his  innocence. 

[sunnydazcd]

"Okay, that's awesome. Do you know what the production is going to be yet, or no spoilers? Your mom sounds amazing! She did. We never really saw anything too crazy because it was mostly when we were younger, but I had fun with it. Ironically enough, Grease was one of them," he mused. "It is. Definitely fun, and if you're terrible, well, most of the crowd is too. Or too drunk to notice." Musicals weren't exactly his favorites either, although if someone asked him his favorite productions he'd seen, most of them were in fact, musicals. "I think you have too much faith in me, but if you're sure you could use someone green in the field, maybe I could try. For something small, or even background stuff. Set building, or whatever." Wes chuckled brightly, his nod reassuring. "I promise, my friend. I'm not easily offended. I'd rather you give it to me straight then let me make a fool out of myself up there!" He could feel a little excitement bubbling up at the prospect. "So do you have a dream role, or a favorite one?"

[prxttypoisxn]

a sigh of relief quietly left her lips, grateful that the other played along with her lie. a sharp gaze refocused on the unwanted man in front of lex, pursing her lips, " you heard him, shoo ! " maybe not the friendliest of comments but they were past manners at this point. watching the drunken man stumble off lex released her grip on wes' arm and turned to him, body visibly relaxing. " you are a lifesaver, truly, how can i repay you? "

[sunnydazcd]

Most of the time Wes was happy to mind his own business, but when people preyed on someone that clearly wasn't feeling it, he had no problem stepping in. He couldn't help but laugh a little though at Lex's shoo, though it felt appropriate. The man was like a drunken buzzard, hovering around her. "Oh no need to repay, I promise," Wes insisted. "Just glad I passed by at the right time. Not that you can't handle yourself, but that guy clearly wasn't taking no for an answer. You're okay though, right?" His expression softened as he examined her face, to be sure that he hadn't missed anything that may have gone down before his arrival. "He didn't hurt you or anything, right?"

[gaygoatshane]

sunshine smile........

[heartbreakisnotendless]

Starter: @ciderstarters

Location: Outside Cider Point FM

Lucinda stood propped against the Cider Point FM building, her eyes shut; she was snoring lightly. This had been the best sleep she had had in days; sleep regression really was a bitch. She could even hear the baby through the walls, even on the nights Bailey stayed at Christian's house. She felt somebody staring. "What, you've never seen a new mother before?" She quipped and blinked her eyes open.

[sunnydazcd]

After making a quick stop for a few things on the way home after work, Wes couldn't help but notice someone leaned up again the Cider Point FM building, and he wondered... was she okay? Was she breathing? As he moved in to inspect a little better, he caught wind of the faint snoring, and breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, he was caught, his cheeks turning a little pink when she met his eyes and spoke up. "I'm sure I have. I - sorry," he replied quickly, but flashed her a smile. "Was just making sure you were breathing. You had me worried for a sec there."

[satinarchive]

⋆˚☆˖° status: open!! (@ciderstarters) °˖☆˚⋆

⋆˚☆˖° location: electric rhythm!! °˖☆˚⋆

 

there was something oddly comforting about places that still encouraged people to slow down. electric rhythm hadn't changed much since alessia was a teenager spending summers in cider point, ducking inside to escape the afternoon heat while her mother wandered neighboring shops. the walls were still lined with records she'd once pretended to know everything about, the turntable behind the counter still filling the room with music that somehow made silence feel less empty. she traced absentminded fingers along a row of worn vinyl sleeves before pulling one free, tilting it toward the light. whether she actually intended to buy it was another question entirely, she had always been better at collecting moments than possessions. a familiar melody drifted through the speakers, earning the faintest smile as she glanced toward the employee. "you know," she mused, turning the record over in her hands, "every town has one place that somehow survives every trend, every renovation, every attempt to modernize it." her gaze wandered around the shop before settling on whoever happened to be nearby. “i think this is ours.” she paused for a beat, studying the album in her hands. "now tell me..." she held it up with an amused tilt of her head. "am i about to discover a masterpiece i've somehow overlooked, or are we all just romantically attached to vinyl because it makes us feel more interesting than we actually are?"

[sunnydazcd]

Although Wes didn't even own a record player... or turn table, or whatever they were even called these days, he always enjoyed passing through Electric Rhythm and scoping out the collection. His mother loved vinyls, and every so often he would find one he knew she would like - whether it was a favorite artist of hers, had cool cover art, or the music simply sounded pretty. Wes was far from a musician or connoisseur, but that didn't stop him from browsing, or supporting a staple of the place that within the last year or so had become his home. He rifled through the selections, a brightly colored one stealing his interest, and gingerly he pulled it from the stack to give it a deeper look. The question earned a gentle chuckle from him as he glanced her way, considering it with a little hum. "Maybe it's a little of both?" He offered, trying to take a glance at the album in her fingers, to see if he had any clue at all what she may have just plucked from obscurity. "I can't speak for myself, but my mother loves them. I think nostalgia plays a big factor in that. I don't even own a player," he admitted, as he returned the one in his hands back to place. Nodding toward the player to sample them, Wes gave a little smile. "Only one way to find out, right?"

[prxttypoisxn]

status: open ( @ciderstarters )

location: outside of grand royale

finally getting a break from the chaos inside lex stood leant up against the front of grand royale. the night so far had been a hell scape and thus she left her juul in her purse and opted for her emergency cigarettes. " no you're right, you were very kind to wait for me to go on break to ask me for drinks after my shift. it would be completely unprofessional to respond while i was behind the bar, but unfortunately I already have someone meeting me for drinks when i clock out. " the girl groaned at the man who had followed her out to continue flirting with her. a moment of peace was all she fucking asked for. taking a long drag of the roll, eyes scanning over the others outside, lex gently grabbed the nearest persons arm and pulled them to her side. " isn't that right? absolutely buzzing for our meet up for drinks after my shift. "

[sunnydazcd]

It wasn't often that Wes found himself wandering around late at night, especially without Noah tucked in at his side. However, there had been one kid left behind, never picked up from swim class. Wes had waited, and waited... and waited some more, until finally the mother showed up hours past the class ending - right before the rec center closed. Apparently a miscommunication between which parent was picking him up, and dead cell phones were the culprit. At least it had been nothing catastrophic, but by now Wes was starving, and thought he might as well grab take-out for him and Noah. As he meandered past the buildings, a small hand latching onto him took Wes by surprise. He glanced up, noticing the look in Lex's eyes and nodded immediately, going along with her plan. Especially when he stole a glance at the man invading her space and could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Oh, yeah. Right. Exactly! Sorry man, but you're too late. By the smell of you, I think you've already had one too many anyway."

[rainbowxsouls]

"Hey, listen, it happens to us all. The allure of fresh, juicy fruit calls to us and we lose our head." She said, endeared by Wes. It was a shame that this was the first time they had met but better late than never. "It's all good, I can cook for us. You can be the pretty one and Noah and I can cook. I like doing stuff like that, like a little dinner party. You can bring whatever you want, or don't bring anything at all. It's so cheesy to say, but just you and Noah being there is enough. Granted I won't say no to some strawberries. I don't really like them, but I cut hem into pieces for my bearded dragon, they're a treat for him." Tabby explained, opening up her phone to show Wes a picture of Yowler. A lot of people didn't seem to find him as cute as she did, but she thought the picture of him laying on his rock with a bit of kale stuck to his mouth was adorable. "Sadly, I'm not an inventor, so it would have to be someone else's million dollar idea. Until then, I guess you and me will have to step up for our friends and lovers, defending them against assholes. Being there during the sad and hard times." She wanted to ask him about his mention of losing a family member, but decided against it. It was probably a little rude and nosy of her to ask. They weren't super close yet, and this was a happy conversation and meeting. If Wes felt comfortable some point in the future, he would tell her. "Oh no, that's ridiculous, you do not have to buy me everything. What I ordered is fine, believe me. Maybe just an iced coffee to wash it down, but that's it. We're not doing a sugar daddy roleplay here! We're just talking about how much we love Noah," then her voice lowered in pitch and volume as Wes paid, "truthfully I don't understand the hate. It seems like jealousy mixed with envy. People annoyed that you two are happy together and being sincere about it." There was more she could say, the small petty part of her wanting to rip into some of the people of the town, but again, she held her tongue. Maybe if her and Wes were ever alone and had a drink or two in their system. Tabby pointed to a table and helped Wes bring over their goodies. "Uh yeah, I guess so? I can do Fran Drescher? And I'm really good at impersonating my Bubbe, but you don't know her so you probably wouldn't get the reference."

[sunnydazcd]

"Especially in the heat of summer! There isn't much better. Well, except maybe ice cream. You know what - as long as I get to eat whatever you two cook, I'm down." It might have been a little odd to most for him to click so well with his boyfriend's ex, but Tabby was clearly one of a kind. And she was a hell of a lot more supportive than most. "Strawberries I can handle. I'll bring cherries for you, and strawberries for your baby." Wes glanced at the picture of Tabby's pet and grinned. "Okay, but he's adorable! What's his name?" He'd never had any kind of reptile as a pet before, but Wes always found them cool, and he was excited to meet the little guy. "Oh man, me either. I'm handy with some things, but far from an inventor. When you say that, it kind of makes us sound like superheroes. Which is a lot of pressure, but could be really neat. I can tell you're good people, sticking up for them like that. Noah's really lucky to have you." Wes' smile turned fond; he thought maybe she was on to something, about why they got so much hate. It irked him at times, but mostly because he knew deep down that it got to Noah. "You could be on to something, I think. But I don't really care what they all say. I adore him, and I'm not going to let anyone else stop me from showing so." The bravado maybe sounded a little too resilient or fake to unknowing eyes, but Wes meant every word. "And fine, I won't buy you everything, but happy to treat you anytime," he promised sincerely. Helping Tabby to carry their things, he settled into one of the seats across from her, figuring he could indulge in a little for himself now, while he had company. Noah was at work, but he'd save the special ones for him later. "Wait, really? I used to love watching reruns of The Nanny," he chuckled. "And that's okay! I don't have to know her to tell you whether it's a good impression or not."

[ecrivainlcvande]

Roman smiled a little, though he felt a small pang of something like jealousy, though not quite. It was more like nostalgia. He didn’t think he’d ever feel that way about someone again, didn’t think he’d find someone who made everything easier and worthwhile. The way Lorelei had done. “Well,” he said, after considering, “maybe they don’t understand, whether they’re…they’re close-minded, or it was unexpected, or…” He waved his hand to indicate that the list could go on and on, possibly forever. “But your happiness really isn’t, um…it isn’t about them. As long as you’re not hurting anyone, at least not maliciously…” He trailed off again. “Happiness is…it doesn’t come easily.” And, he thought, it didn’t always stay. “So don’t worry about anyone who is…who is, um, giving you a hard time.” He smiled again as Tom responded so warmly to Wes. “No, I…I didn’t really…grow up in a pet-friendly household,” he said, his tone a little dry. The household had barely been friendly to people. He gave another smile, holding out his hand to Tom Bombadill, who rubbed against Roman’s fingers and purred even louder. “Whenever I…I sit in my chair in the living room and read, he always gets right in my lap.” He chuckled quietly. “You could try audiobooks,” he said. “I think that counts.” He smiled again. “The movies are amazing,” he said. “But the books have so much more detail. You almost feel like you’re reading a history of something that actually happened.”

[sunnydazcd]

Mentioning his relationship may not have been the best move to someone who had been married to his late sister, but nonetheless, Wes appreciated the support. "You're right. It could be all of the above. It just kind of stings sometimes. Especially when someone who is supposed to be one of my closest friends isn't happy for me. I could understand if like, he wasn't treating me well, but it's the opposite. I sure hope I'm not hurting anyone. I mean, I don't think that's the case. But thank you, really. I appreciate your feedback." Wes nodded softly, knowing that if anyone knew about how happiness could fade, it was Roman. Hopefully discussing pets and books and movies might steer the conversation into a happier subject. "Well, it looks like you're in a pet-friendly household now. Tom here seems extremely happy and friendly." Wes watched the interaction between Roman and Tom, and he smiled to himself. "That's amazing! Maybe he wants you to read it to him. Have you ever tried?" Although it was partly a joke, Wes could see the cat likely enjoying it. "Maybe I'll try some. If I do, I guess I know which one to start with, since they come highly recommended by an expert," he quipped with a bright grin. "Is the first book the best, or do they only get better as they go?"

[fcreverlasting]

starter: noah & wes ( @lovedearlove & @sunnydazcd ) location: harvey's market, electric avenue

"you know, two against one really isn't fair." isn't it enough staying away from the fish house? they can't order their groceries to be delivered to spare her from having to see them in the aisles? she's only just got back to cider point; encountering them so soon feels cruel. "I've been having a really good birthday month, can't you two just, like, turn the other way and go home and not ruin it for me? thanks!"

[sunnydazcd]

Wes was rounding the corner of the next aisle, Noah pulling him by hand. He'd never been much of one for grocery shopping, but with Noah, he enjoyed the domesticity of it. Wes stopped in his tracks, just before running into her. He hadn't spoken to Grace since the diner, which hadn't exactly ended well; much like any of their conversations lately. "It's a public space," Wes pointed out, trying to keep his voice from raising, or the annoyance from growing. Her birthday month. One that he maybe would be helping her celebrate if she hadn't treated his and Noah's relationship so poorly. Wes' fingers tightened around Noah's gently, giving them a squeeze. "You should get used to it, Gracie." There was a hint of bitterness at the nickname. "Seeing us around together, I mean. We're happy, and not going to let you or other haters ruin that. You know, we could get the ingredients to make you a birthday cake. Noah is an excellent cook."

@lovedearlove

[fcreverlasting]

grace's eyes widen into their roll. she'd like to say she trusts his deadpan delivery, but there's a small part of her that thinks that can't be all too far off from reality. her head tilts, frown tugging at her brows. "I just don't understand..." she mutters, completely honest for once. "the two of you can fight each other's battles, but not your own?" she would never want to date someone who needed her to stick up for them, someone who was happy to be dragged through the dirt for her honour. she wants someone who will stand on their own feet just as she can, and sure, it's nice to be defended here and there, but she has more respect for herself than to ever utter the words 'I don't care if you talk shit about me, but', and she'd hope her future partner would too. "and I mean, technically, if I was talking shit about you, in a round about way, I'm talking shit about his taste, too, so does that not cross the line? just so I know what I'm 'allowed' to say." she's just being argumentative now, but noah tends to bring that out of her. "if you think that's what I meant, you never knew me at all." she states, plain and simple. "then you're not a very good friend either, if you'd let me waste my time with someone who's just going to hurt me in the end. but whatever. I guess I was wrong." she slides out her seat, tired, uninterested in hearing any of his answers to her questions. "you're made for each other."

COMPLETED !

[connorstorriegifs]

Connor Storrie | Vogue Adria

[lula2481]

i miss them🫩😭

[sunnydazcd]

@lovedearlove

[stcrmclouds]

as  soon  as  surf  left  his  mouth,  she  instantly  became  excited  and  was  already  going  to  make  the  suggestion  they  could  all  surf  together,  but  stopped  herself  from  doing  so.  mainly  due  to  not  wanting  to  interrupt  their  time  together.  as  much  as  she  enjoys  spending  time  with  wes  or  noah  or  wes  and  noah,  she  didn't  want  to  ruin  any  future  plans  they  might  have  created.  “oh,  it's  perfect  then!  maybe  this  could  give  you  two  the  opportunity  to  do  that.  are  you  nervous  to  try  it  out?”  thinking  over  his  next  comment,  layla  tilted  her  head  while  grabbing  the  closest  pillow  to  her,  hugging  it  tightly.  “i'm  sure  other  people  are  going  to  be  busy  doing  their  own  thing,  but  if  someone  does  say  something,  i'd  love  to  see  them  try  surfing  for  the  first  time."  she  shrugged  before  continuing  on,  "it'd  be  nice  if  we  could  do  a  bonfire  and  have  s'mores  too.” 

when  coney  island  was  suggested,  layla  nodded,  thinking  it  was  a  good  option.  “i  think  that  idea  sounds  wonderful,  wes.  have  you  been  there  before?”

[sunnydazcd]

"Yeah, I love that idea! You know how to surf too, don't you? That means you and Noah can't gang up on me and make fun of this noob. I'm actually not nervous at all! Maybe if I couldn't swim I might be, but since that's basically my job, I'm not worried. And true. I doubt everyone wants to sit around and make fun of me that badly; especially not on vacation," he joked. "But seriously, it sounds like a blast. and I love s'mores. We could bring hot dogs too, maybe. Roast weenies over the fire and then follow up with s'mores. Kind of like a beach camping thing or something." Wes nodded, fondly, thinking back on his memories. "We used to go a lot when I was a kid." He hadn't been since his sister passed, but it might be nice to give him some more good memories there, instead of bittersweet ones. "How about you? They have all the fun boardwalk stuff, and the beach. Not to pull a Hannah Montana on you, but it's like the best of both worlds."

He only realized then, that despite always telling Layla to make herself at home, he hadn't offered her anything. "Are you hungry, or thirsty? I'm no cook like Noah, but we have snacks and stuff."

[pastlifc]

"no  shit  ?  that  means  you've  never  been  to  one  of  our  plays,  either  !"  he  realizes,  though  with  the  size  of  their  town,  the  troupe  wasn't  exactly  something  to  write  home  about.  still,  theater  was  theater  and  julian  appreciated  those  willing  to  perform,  no  matter  the  stage  or  the  audience.  "you  looked  like  a  NATURAL  up  there,  and  grease  is  no  easy  monster,"  he  chuckles,  shivering  at  the  thought  of  his  high  school  production.  "talent's  a  muscle,  i  think,"  it  lived  in  the  brain,  according  to  julian,  and  that  meant  wes  could  always  make  it  stronger.  "a  few  improv  classes  and  you'll  be  making  our  casting  roster  IN  NO  TIME."

[sunnydazcd]

"No I haven't, but I'd love to see one! Do you have any coming up? Like I said, I've never done much of the performing myself, but I love watching them. My mom was always a huge fan and taking us to local theaters all of the time." Wes felt his cheeks pink, but he was proud that the act had been appreciated, especially by someone that had real stage experience. "Seriously, thank you. It's definitely not. I think the only time I've really sung, ever, was drunk karaoke, save from that night." Wes nodded, definitely understanding what Julian meant. Though he wasn't sure how strong he could form muscle when it came to that, it sounded like fun. "You think so? Now I kind of want to try. But if I go and I'm terrible, please be honest. Not sugarcoating it for me."