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you say that you're no good for me | cause i'm always tugging at your sleeve | and i swear i hate you when you leave | but i like it anyway

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Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s

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plcuvoir:

something in devon shifted at wes’s words. he blinked rapidly, trying to step back, only to thump his head back against the door, and maybe the dull sense of pain from it helped ground him? his eyes refocused on wes’s face, still chewing on his lip. “what if…” he started, but then shook his head. what if i wanted you to? just this once, he stopped the thought right in its tracks. but wes still knew him a little too well – but did that apply here? could he see right through devon? that was years ago. wes grew into his golden self as devon figured he would, and he moved on without devon. and that’s… that’s fine. it had to be. “i thought that.. that i was drinking water the entire night,” and now it probably sounds stupid, but he did. but he felt so out of control. 

  wes was going to kick someone’s ass later - he didn’t know whose, yet, but as soon as he figured out who’d fucked with devon’s drinks, heads would roll. “lets fix that first, then,” wes grumbled through his teeth. he didn’t want to seem as mad as he ws, incase devon thought it was aimed at him, but leave it to some asshole dudebro to ruin what was supposed to be the best party of the summer. he filled a paper cup from the sink in the bathroom attached and passed it to devon. perching on the edge of the bed, he felt a headache pressing at his skull. “who’d you come with?”

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plcuvoir:

closed starter for @spcilcd

“he… he said i won’t make it,” soren slurred, pressing his face into hallie’s shoulder and making himself impossible smaller, which feels impossible. he just didn’t understand. his coaches wanted him to be bigger, his teachers wanted him to be louder. but with hallie, he’s always just trying to make himself smaller. she reads him too well, and he doesn’t understand HOW she can do it. yet, here he is, slightly late for curfew, still too drunk, but crumbling under her gaze immediately. “i don’t know what to do,” he whispered, blinking some of the glassiness in his eyes away to turn and look up at her, search her face for some kind of answer. but he just can’t help but think that there isn’t one. he always ends up in these sort of cycles. he always ends up hurt at the end of the day. the worst part is that he knows better. he knows better than to give up parts of himself for this impossible future that he’s helplessly hoping for. “it’s easier, you know? finding people is hard.” really he means that finding people that seem to love him is hard – which it is. he attaches himself so quickly to people at the slightest sign of affection and trusts too easily. he should know better. he has hallie though – he’ll always have her. 

she hates the moments most of all where the perfect thing to say doesn’t immediately pop into her head. hallie prides herself on being quick with responses, good with advice - a lot of her personal value lies in her ability to know more than anyone else in the room. but soren doesn’t need the perfect response, not really - he just needs to know she’s listening. the advice will come later, when he’s sober and willing to share more details. she reaches over and runs her fingers through his hair, pushing sweaty fringe out of his eyes. “the best people find you,” she reminds him. “haven’t i proved that? he’s wrong, and in the morning you’ll know that better than you do now.”

[05am]

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plcuvoir:

devon didn’t trust himself right now. did someone slip something into his drink? was he okay, or did his brain naturally racing too fast for him to filter properly? at this point of the night he couldn’t even tell. but someone noticed, like they always did, and dragged him away from the party to somewhere quieter. devon felt like he was vibrating under their touch, his breathing shallow as he pressed his back against the closed door. then, he let himself drift just a touch too close, but he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop himself like normally would. “i… i have a girlfriend,” he stammered shakily, allowing himself to look up at them, shallowing thickly. “but, i…” he drifted, but then caught himself, biting down on his lip. “i don’t know what’s happening,” and it’s a plea of some kind, devon could tell that much. 

  wes was planted solidly on the line he so (too?) often straddled between happily drunk and black out, and since he was on cleanup duty later, he elected to do a lap around the party instead of fishing another beer out of the tub of mostly melted ice on calvin’s deck.. he found devon more by chance then anything, and tugged the wide-eyed swimmer into the guest room, where calvin had locked away his mom’s vase collection and dad’s expensive golf clubs. “if i was comin’ onto ya, bud, it’d be way better than this,” wes quipped, smug and sloppy grin on his face. it shifted into a softer, concerned look at devon’s plea, wes’s eyebrows knitting together. “when was the last time you had some water?”

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tags: wes

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tags: hallie

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tags: gen