x Wells

wells demarco . twenty-four. springhill native. serving looks and slices over at beyond the crust.

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rubyflynn‌:

Leading up to her set, Ruby had been stewing silently in her nerves all afternoon. Far be it from Ruby Flynn to be anxious, but the live set she’d performed in the early afternoon had been her first one without The Dogwood Blossoms. Though as it turned out, Ruby Flynn (solo artist), had very little to worry about. With a very successful live set under her belt, the sun setting behind her and her good friend beside her, Ruby was aglow. And Springhill? Well, it was humming. It had been nine years since Ruby’s last carnival and though she swore she didn’t miss the town, a well of nostalgia was pooling in her. “Come on, hon, this way.” After that set, Ruby was more confident than even her usual assured self. She laced her slender fingers through Wells’ and tugged him towards the ferris wheel. “I want to be front row and centre for this sunset.” ( @wellsdemarco​ )

Wells had told Ruby that he would meet her after her set for the two of them to bring back a little of their childhood into the carnival. What he neglected to inform the other of was that he was there, watching her performance from afar. Her voice rang so sweetly, loving the way she had hit every note. The two never exactly shared much more than a few fun nights at the carnival or even a passing wave in the halls of Springhill High. Their friendship was, -- say lowkey? They didn’t need everyone to know they were friends, they just were. It was the type where you could always pick up where you left off. He was so excited to see her, even intertwining his fingers with hers. They were grown now, of course. Besides their fingers being bigger than what they were before, everything else felt just the same. Even that schoolboy crush he had for her had found its way back to him. “It’s gonna look so pretty, up there. With you,” he moved through small nerves. “I heard this is gonna be the best one of the season,” he added. 

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🍕 BEYONDTHEWELLS  –  📍  springhill carnival 🎡 ↳   looking for a nice girl to win prizes for and kiss at the top of the ferris wheel 

[starryeyesxx]

[noahxbrice]

@wellsdemarco

[wellsdemarco]

Wells was glad that he had gotten the time to get to know Cora more, or at least get to know her better again than from what he knew from school. Not that long ago, the two shared the most dorky night of their lives; filled with video games, snacks, and even a animated movie or two. They really had a good time, and it made it that much easier for Wells to shoot Cora a text to see if she wanted to meet up at the Carnival and spend more time together. He was so excited that she had said yes, hoping that it didn’t seem to forward from the first place. He waited outside with free wristbands for them to be able to get in, courtesy of his family donating products to the carnival. “Hey! You’re here,” he said excitedly. “I knew you said yes but, I thought you might have stood me up,” he said playfully, the look on his face showing that he was clearly joking. “Figured we could do something... A little less me kicking your butt,” he stuck his tongue out, following by waving the wristband. “This is to get in, here,” he handed it off. 

@cora-blakely​

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rubyflynn‌:

“So very true, Wells. You and I shouldn’t take that for granted.” A smirk curled Ruby’s lips, unknowingly mirroring the male’s as her gaze studied her ‘masterpiece’. “Oh, come on.” Her hand gestured out towards the swan Wells was now holding above his head. “You really didn’t know you were doing that? Now you’re just showing off. This was a conscious creation.” Pointing back at her cheese platter, Ruby’s indignation dissolved with the laughter that tumbled off her lips. “Mmhm.” Arms folded over her chest as she agreed – battles were her. “But it’s not just any cheese platter though, is it? I thought we agreed that this was art.” Though her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line, it wasn’t hard to see the faint amusement that painted Ruby’s features. “Cheese word play. There’s a first… I think I’m going to need more wine for this.” The brunette swiped at her bangs and then reached for the wine. Topping up her glass before holding the bottle up towards the male. “Actually, maybe you shouldn’t.” Ruby teased, drawing the bottle back towards her chest. “There’d more jokes where that came from if you had another.”

“Exactly. To most people when we bring out that perfect looking dish, it doesn’t look any different than a dish that is sloppily put together,” he shook his head. “A real tragedy, honestly,” he mentioned with a shake of his head. Wells laughed, “Nah, I’m totally not showing off! I did this without even knowing.” It might have started out that way, not knowing what he was doing but by the time he had to get to the more finer details, he definitely knew and he was trying to play that off. “We did agree it was art -- I clearly didn’t have a strong enough point to make so I said the same thing,” he admitted with a soft chuckle. He watched as she moved to pour herself more of her wine just from simply him making a play on words. “Oh come on, don’t pretend like it wasn’t funny. You know it was funny,” he pointed a playful finger in her direction, whether she thought it was actually funny or not, he wasn’t sure. “This is all me, Ruby! Don’t need wine to keep making you laugh -- just make you laugh even more,” he patted the top of his chest as he smirked. “You just don’t want to admit I’m funny, you wanna believe its on the wine,” he grinned. 

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kimberlyjack‌:

kim knew that back in high school he really was one of the biggest assholes and people really didn’t like him for that but the girls were all over him. but he knew exactly how to chase her and he never gave up even though she didn’t show any interest to him. “yeah that’s true, i could say that he’s one of the best and worst thing that happened to me at the same time. but i don’t regret having what i had with him.” she said with a sigh and then looked at wells with a soft smile.  “exactly, i feel like love is really is this romantic movie. but your own romantic movie that you get to live.” she replied to him. “i think we should go surfing and maybe bring our guitars and we could kill two birds at once.” kim suggested. “it’s really hot and sunny outside, sounds good right?” 

“I didn’t think you would. I can tell that about you, you know. That you don’t have any regrets because people who aren’t afraid of who they are don’t have any. Everything to them happens for a reason,” he mentions to her. Wells sighed with a bright smile attached, “Yeah, exactly -- exactly like that,” his mind breifly went to a daydream when she phrased it the way she did. When she suggested that they kill two birds with one stone, he nodded with excitement. “That’s a good idea, actually. I didn’t think to do that. Do a little surfing and then come back to shore and have a jam session,” he rephrased the same words that she spoke. “I’ll catch you later for it, yeah? I should probably get going now. Start unboxing some of those boxes,” he grinned. 

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samcaine‌:

“I know right? I get that pressure. I feel that pressure all the time. Even when I say to myself I won’t overthink anything because that leads to pressure. Guess what I do? I start to overthink,” Sam explains with a smile. He breaks into laughter as Wells did and shook his head, “Yeah, you totally placed that in my hand. I had to fire it but you know I meant it in the best way, bud.” Truthfully Sam would never intentionally offend Wells. Tease? Sure, that was a different story. They joked and bickered like family themselves whenever they were around each other. Sam patted Wells’ shoulder, trying to comfort him somehow. He was mostly used to comforting his sister and would probably have pulled her into a hug by then, but wasn’t sure how to handle Wells in this situation. “Again, like I said - trust your gut. If there’s still some doubt, then give it a little more time. When it’s the right time, you will know. I promise.”

It was a relief, as odd as it sounds, for Wells to hear that the other struggled just as much as he did with feeling so nervous. Sometimes he felt as if he was the only one that knew what it was like to feel that way. “Yeah, it sucks when you’re doing the thing that you don’t want to do but can’t help that you do it anyway,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders. “I know, Sam. You’d never say anything to hurt me, that’s why you and I are real good friends, you know,” he mentioned. Wells found comfort in the pat, something told him that it was him consoling him, trying to make him feel better; even if it was just a pat. “Thank you, seriously. It was nice having someone to talk it out with. You don’t know how much it has helped me,” he confessed. “Promise not to be a stranger, okay? I’ve really missed hanging out with you,” he said to him. 

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kelseavera‌:

A sigh of relief escaped Kelsea as he agreed to what she said. “Okay, good. I have to admit I went out on a limb there, because I am very forgetful and I was really hoping there was no time. So, now we both have said there was no time, so who are we to not believe that, right?” She laughed, getting confused with her wording herself. Leave it to Kelsea to get caught up in a web of her own words. She smiled sweetly at him, batting her eyelashes. “Oh you know it. Whenever you need a good flattering, I am here for that. I am good at that.” She responded, pointing out her friendly services. “Sexy, huh? Watch yourself mister, I like taking things slow,” She teased, laughing a bit. “Your’s was sexy too, by the way,” She complimented with a smirk on her face. Something about conversing with him - or flirting? - felt natural and unforced. Maybe it was their long time friendship that made everything run smoothly. “Oh, flower operations require doctorate skills, I guarantee you.” She joked, sticking her tongue right back out at him. What were they? Ten years old again? She smiled as their conversation went on the bit more serious side. “All my support is here and available, anything you need.” She reassured him. She let out a laugh watching him go on with her request that was certainly a joke but nonetheless entertaining. “That was amazing. You have killer dance skills, by the way.” She commented, bringing her glass up like his. “Cheers to that,” she agreed, taking a drink from her wine.

“Exactly -- if we both believe it, then it must be true,” he said, shaking off that part of their conversation. Wells had a tendency to do that, find himself in a place where he was confused and didn’t know what he was talking about. “I’m so glad I’ve got someone like you to hype me up,” he said with a wide smirk spread across his face while keeping a steady glance over at her. His face flushed again when she complimented him. The combination of never really receiving compliments and flirting with her seemed to be catching up to him in his cheeks as they grew more and more red. He was embarrassed, sure. But he wore his embarrasment with more pride than shame. “I’m all for taking things slow. First step, winking. What’s next? Kiss on the cheek?” he challenged with a dorky smile. It probably had to do with the fact that they were friends before that made this so much easier now. It felt nice too, to sit there with Kelsea, almost unlike any other time they’ve hung out before, really. Slightly less dorkiness seemed to be surfaced. “Do they now? It’s probably for that floral surgeries, right?” he said jokingly, shaking his head. He gave her another genuine smile when she offered him support. “I’ll let you know when it’s needed, I promise,” he said quickly without getting so into it at first. “Psh, I’m no dance by any means but, thanks,” he laughed, shaking his head. Wells sipped from his glass before setting it down on the table in front of them. “So, before we get this party started -- ,” he grinned, “You have to try the pizza, okay?” he practically begged, his eyes looking down at the plate on the table in front of her. 

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samcaine‌:

Sam listened to Wells’ story, determined to be of some help. He had known Wells a long time, and though Sam didn’t have a brother himself, Wells was pretty close to that. “Hmm - I guess the time you met her and how long you two have known each other do matter. Another thing to consider is how a person makes you feel. Sometimes years with a person can mean nothing if the feeling is not there. While other times you may find yourself having said feeling with a person you know less time. It’s confusing, I suppose.” He tried explaining, but couldn’t put it into words himself. He could only hope Wells had an idea of what he meant. “I do agree. Dating is confusing as hell. I mean, I wish I were back in high school and didn’t think too much into it all.” He laughed, though he really only dated one girl throughout high school. “True, you are not the most subtle person I know, Wells. No offense,” He pointed out with a laugh.

“You can say that again, it’s totally confusing. It was never this hard in high school. I liked a girl, I asked her out and if she said yes, everything was great and if she said no then, whatever. But now -- I mean, you must get it. There’s this, pressure that wasn’t there before and it feels like it’s sitting on my chest sometimes,” he sighed. Wells eyes widened, jaw slightly dropping as if he were to act like something Sam just told him was something that he didn’t already know. But of course, it was and he then laughed quickly afterward because he knew that. “I wish I could pretend like you didn’t just call me out but I totally gave you the ammo to do it in the first place,” he grinned even wider for a second. Wells then sighed, shaking his head. “I guess I just gotta think about it a little more. Don’t want to see desperate or creepy...,” he thought. 

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kelseavera‌:

“Hey! There was no one time, ever. I may be forgetful at times, but that’s with people that don’t matter as much as you.” Kelsea responded with a smile, knowing she would never leave Wells hanging. She would never leave any of her close friends hanging, actually, which was something she took pride in. “Oh, hell yeah. Just a wink like this-” She paused to flash him a wink as an example and laughed softly, “Just that signature wink and you better come knocking.” She continued, wiggling her brows right back at him. She nodded, a confident look on her face, “Oh, yeah. You know it, babe. Credentials specifically for my friends and family. You are welcome.” She joked, trying to lighten the mood and give him a comfortable setting to talk if he needed. She listened attentively to her friend speak, thinking carefully about the response she would give. She wanted to be as helpful as possible. “If stepping away is what you need to do to figure yourself out, go on and do it. Anything that makes you happy. You have the right to figure out what that is. I’ll be here every step of the way to support you, I promise,” She guaranteed him with a reassuring smile. “That would make me very happy. Put it back on, do a little dance,” She teased him, knowing just how shy he could get. “Thank you, my dear. I appreciate you so much, I hope you know that,” She responded, taking the glass of wine.

As much as Wells wanted to stand there with a serious look on his face, there was no way that he would ever be able to get away with that. Instead, very quickly he was able to respond, “Alright, yeah -- you’re right. You got me. There wasn’t a time,” he said at first before the smile on his face seemingly got larger. “Did you just come here to flatter me, Kels?” he wiggled his brows, referring to the comment that she had just made about him mattering to her. Turning around to watch her face as she directed, he then nodded afterward. “That’s a good wink you got there, super sexy,” he winked right back at her again. Damn, Wells, what has gotten into you? While Wells was fairly confident, he hadn’t really been this flirty shall we call it? Especially to Kelsea, but it didn’t seem like either one was turning away from it in the moment. Moving forward, he shook his head from the kitchen about her credentials, “I wasn’t aware you needed a doctorate to work at a flower shop,” he teased her, sticking his tongue out playfully. From there, he then became slightly more serious as it sounded like the words she spoke were honest and heartfelt; coming from a good place. “Thank you, that means a lot. It’s gonna be a super huge transition to I’ll take all the support for sure,” he responded, although as it served more as a reminder to himself. Wells grinned at her words, knowing that she was messing with him but somehow he just wanted to see how far he could get. “You’re welcome. Seriously, no trouble at all,” he reassured her. “I appreciate you too, so much. And to show you --,” he trailed on, standing from his position on the couch and placing his glass of wine down in order to grab the apron and tie it back onto his person. He did a heel spin, followed by a small dance per her previous request before lifting his glass back up from the table. “To old friends and new beginnings,” he sat down, keeping his glass raised for a toast.

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kimberlyjack‌:

“it’s a cool story that you shared with me, i mean there’s so many stories that are funny and weird.” kim said as she pulled her shoulders into a shrug. “he was a complicated guy, i should have known that was what would happen with him. but he did show me love and at least i know how it feels, there’s people who are in their late twenties and they don’t even know what love is.” kim explained, sean was someone who will always have a part in her heart, even though what happened between them. “couldn’t agree more, it makes you do things you never thought you’d do.” kim said, doesn’t matter what kim always was in love with the idea of love. “awh, i had a great time with you too.” she replied with a small smile on her face.

“I guess I can’t say no to that,” he shrugged his shoulders before shaking his head as he smiled. Wells didn’t know all that much about Sean, other than the fact that they went to school together. Sean always seemed to be in situations that Wells didn’t exactly find as his place. Wells was taken back when she mentioned that she had loved the other at one point in her life. “That’s all that matters then. He was good to you when he was with you and he showed you what it was like to be with someone,” he mentioned, nodded a few times with a small smile. “Seriously, it does. Like all those corny things that you see in movies. You’re not in love unless you get that feeling,” he replied. Wells combed his fingers through his hair, “So -- next time. We going for a surfing lesson or a cooking lesson?” he wiggled his brows. 

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text | wells

miami: do you have any plans today? well cancel them and come join me by the pool! i will be bringing drinks and all the iced stuff

wells: looks like my plans are to hang out with you today

wells: nevermind my other plans lol

wells: you're not a very easy person to say no to

[kelseavera]

top 5 hottest people here?

Oh la la, here we go. @averysantos, @wellsdemarco, @noahxbrice, @hugogriswold, @seanfiellds.

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kelseavera‌: 

“Do not even act surprised, you know I always come through,” Kelsea pointed out with a wink. True again, she was always up and willing to be with her friends regardless what they were up to. “I’ll remember that next time. I’ll just send a winking snap and you better be knocking on my door right after like I just did,” She teased, though not completely joking. Her home was always open for company, for whoever wanted to pay her a visit. “Stress cooking and baking? Oh boy, you better talk to me. What’s going on in that brain of yours? Doctor Vera here to help,” She said as always making it her mission to help out others. She was great at advice even if she wasn’t great at taking it herself. She flashed him a sweet smile, tilting her head to the side, “Awe, you flatter me, Wells.” She laughed softly, watching him walk over to the kitchen. “The apron was attractive you know,” She mentioned, teasing him a bit.

“Except for that one time when you didn’t,” he said jokingly. There was no such event and even if there was, it was likely that Wells didn’t actually remember as the type of man to never hold grudges or anything of the sort. “So the next time you send me a snap of you winking, I should just automatically assume that it is you asking for me to come over, is that it? Am I getting that right?” he wiggled his brows, chuckling through asking his question. While there was a part of him that wasn’t taking this deman seriously, there was another part of him that wanted it to be real. “Doctor Vera --? Did you suddenly get credentials overnight and I missed it or something?” he looked at her with another playful glance before it got more serious to truthfully answer her question. “Just thinking about taking a step away from the family business to -- do what I want to do, you know?” he mentioned. “I actually might do it,” he said more confidently than he ever had when he spoke about it. “It isn’t hard,” he admitted. Wells grabbed two plates after he finished placing the personal pizzas as well as decorative italian garnishes to look like something out of a five star restaurant and walked out to the living room to place them on the table he had in front of the couch. He looked at her, a brow raised as another blush moved to his cheeks, “I’ll put it back on for you then. Gotta keep you pleased,” he smirked walking back to the kitchen although not to actually put the apron back on but to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses from the fridge and cupboard. Returning back, Wells took a seat slightly closer to Kelsea, setting the glasses down so he could open the bottle. “This is a thirty-five year old bottle of wine, Kels -- And I’m happy to share this with you.” If that wasn’t flattery, what else would it have been? He poured one glass, then the other, handing one off to her. 

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kimberlyjack‌:

“not that it’s not a funny thing to talk about, don’t get me wrong. but it is something that it’s kind of wierd not gonna lie.” kim admitted, she didn’t want to him to think that it’s a bad idea to bring that topic up. “you didn’t get along with him?” she asked wells, she knew that sean is someone that if you want to be friends with him you’re gonna have to deal with a lot of shit. “yeah i do. it’s like romance you know, you gotta have it in your life.” she said with a little small at the end of her words. she smiled and nodded to his words. “it’s nice to see people still put love before their work.” she admitted.

“I don’t think it’s funny, normally but you got to admit, the way I brought it up was both funny and weird,” he laughed as he referenced it once more. Wells finished up the slice that was in his hand between the times that he wasn’t talking and that she was. “I got along with pretty much everyone but, I don’t know -- that makes me not think that he wasn’t the greatest for what happened between the two of you,” he said, clearly taking her side in a situation that he didn’t even have too. “It makes you feel so alive...,” his mind thought of all the romantic gestures that he had long not used on another, painting a wide, cheeky smile to his face. “It is,” he agreed, simply. Wells inhaled and then exhaled deeply, “Thank you for tonight, Kim. I’ve had a really great time,” he told her. 

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rubyflynn‌:

Ruby licked a drop of honey from her pinky finger, then the corner of her crimson-stained lips. Her agreement with Wells came at first in a hum, then in a sentence spoken just as softly as his. “Everything in life is art, isn’t that what they say?” As Wells stood up, her dark eyes caught sight of the swan he’d left folded on the table. “Origami swans included.” Ruby smirked and then put the finishing touches on the platter – a sprinkle of purple pansies. “You’re a sweet thing, Wells, and God I missed you. But what do you say we leave those battles to me, alright?” Taking a sip of her pinot noir, Ruby ruffled her fingers through his hair. “It’s my party and I’ll raise hell over a cheese platter if I want to.” 

As for someone who created ‘artwork’ of his own at his family shop, he couldn’t have agreed with her statement more. Eyes continuing to focus on the other, watching one action to the other. “Just need to have the eye to look for it. Not everyone can be that lucky,” he offered, a gentle smirk maintaining its place on his face before it dropped emotionless, “What?” looking towards the table at the subconscious swan he created. He then laughed, “Oh -- yeah, actually,” he raised the swan above his head, then returning it to its placement on the table in front of him. “Battles are all you,” he settled, standing from his seat and walking over towards her, his eyes shifting from the focus he had on her to the platter below. “And I missed you too,” he spoke. “Seems a little much to raise hell over a cheese platter but, who am I to argue?” he questioned playfully, grinning. “The Munster made you didn’t it? I’ve heard he’s the meanest cheese of them all,” he shook his head, keeping up with the foolish remark. 

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samcaine‌:

Sam never really thought back on the person he was throughout college. It was never something he identified with in life now which is why he just brushed it off. It was of no importance to him anymore so why dwell on it. Somehow the words Wells used to describe it was spot on and all Sam could do was nod. “Yeah, as lame as that sounds now. I guess I was just fitting in,” He agreed, nodding. Sam chuckled a bit but didn’t interrupt as Wells spoke. Experienced? Sure maybe to some that is what he was. Sam thought about it for a moment, tapping his chin with his index finger. “Hmm— well. Let me ask you, have you made it obvious you like her? Like , in a wanting to date her type way? If so, Has she returned those signs? Again if so, I say just go for it. Just put it out there. There’s really nothing more to wait on in my opinion.” He answered honestly. After dating Beth for so long, Sam never really dated until he went to Colorado. So truthfully he didn’t have that much experience in dating other than going with the flow, but he was willing to help.

In his mind, everyone more than likely would have found themselves in the same situation that Sam did, if they were a decent human being. Then again, Wells didn’t know the first thing about what it was like to fit it but, he would for sure take Sam’s word on it, no questions asked. Moving forward, he truly was hoping that the other could be his voice of reason, someone he could go for guidance. He trutsted Sam and his opinion; like the brother that he didn’t have. “I just met her not that long ago and -- we’ve texted a bit. We hung out a few times now but, I’m not sure? Shouldn’t I know her more before I do that?” his head fell into his hands as he shook his head. “Dating is so confusing now -- it was so easy in high school,” he laughed. “I don’t think I’ve made it obvious but... I’m not too good at hiding anything so, anything is possible,” he shrugged his soulders.