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selenaigomez

Name something more iconic than Rachel’s hair.

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 ★ RACHEL GREEN.

yourelosingmes

FRIENDS (1994 - 2004)

7.23 — The One with Monica and Chandler's Wedding: Part 1

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 ★ MONICA GELLER.

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ [ from rachel, for monica ]

okay, monica, do not panic. rachel is your best friend. she knows what she’s doing. probably. maybe. she did cut her own hair before, and that was… an experience. but this is fine. i am perfectly capable of sitting still while someone else handles my hair. why is it so hard to just relax? it’s hair. it grows back. well, mostly. okay, not the point. the point is that rachel cares about me, and she’s trying to help. i don’t have to control every little detail. i can let someone else take charge for five minutes. although… if she makes my hair look like that one time in college, i’m moving to another apartment and changing my name.

monica sat perfectly still as rachel worked on her hair, her eyes fixed on her reflection in the mirror. she tried not to interfere, even though every instinct in her body wanted to reach up and adjust something. ❝ okay, i’m holding still, ❞ monica said carefully. ❝ i just want you to know that i am trusting you with something very important here. ❞ she gave rachel a suspicious look through the mirror. ❝ my hair has survived humidity, bad haircuts, and several questionable fashion choices. i would really like it to survive this too. ❞ after a moment, monica relaxed and smiled. ❝ you know, it’s actually kind of nice having someone else do this. i’m usually the one making sure everyone else is okay. ❞ she paused, then added quickly, ❝ but if you accidentally make me look like i belong in a shampoo commercial from the eighties, i’m going to need a full explanation and possibly a support group. ❞ monica laughed softly, letting rachel continue. ❝ okay, rach… i trust you. just remember, there’s a very fine line between ‘cute’ and ‘something my mother would make fun of for ten years.’ ❞

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★ MONICA GELLER.#ofbleedingpages #i love them soooooo much :')

lavishresilience

'oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game' kelly to valerieeee

❛❛ oh, you don't, huh? ❜❜ valerie was so over kelly at this point. half the time she'd try to avoid kelly. but it was so very clear that the two would never get along or be close to being friends at the very least. ❛❛you know, kel, for someone who doesn't like me very much you sure seem to like making conversation with me.❜❜ cue the sarcastic comment with a smirk.

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story1ines

kelly let out a short, unimpressed laugh, shaking her head as she looked valerie up and down. ❝ wow. you really do love hearing yourself talk, don't you? ❞ she said, the corner of her mouth lifting into a smug little smirk. ❝ i make one comment about a game and suddenly you’ve turned it into some deep analysis about our relationship. ❞ she folded her arms, leaning against the nearest surface. ❝ trust me, val, if i wanted to spend my time chasing you down for conversation, you'd be the first person to know. and you’d probably complain about that too. ❞ her eyes narrowed slightly, catching valerie’s smug expression. ❝ but here's the funny thing... you always seem pretty interested in what i have to say. for someone who’s supposedly 'over me,' you sure do keep showing up. ❞ kelly gave a small shrug, her tone dripping with sarcasm. ❝ maybe you’re not as annoyed by me as you want everyone to think. or maybe you just can’t stand the idea that i’m usually right. ❞ she paused, letting the silence hang for a second before adding: ❝ either way, don’t worry. i’m not about to start getting sentimental on you. i know that would ruin your whole 'i hate kelly taylor' routine. ❞ a teasing smile crossed her face. ❝ besides... you’re way more fun when you’re annoyed. ❞

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★ KELLY TAYLOR.#lavishresilience

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when were you going to tell me? [ from chandler, for monica ]

when were you going to tell me?

the question echoed in monica's mind long after chandler said it. she'd asked herself the same thing every morning for the last two weeks. today. that was always the answer. i'll tell him today. then she'd come home, see his smile, hear one of his ridiculous jokes, and the words would disappear. how was she supposed to tell the man she loved that the future they'd imagined together suddenly felt uncertain? she wasn't trying to keep a secret. she was trying to hold herself together. the doctor had been kind, almost too kind. it may be difficult... more tests... there are still options... but monica hadn't heard much after difficult. all she'd been able to think about was chandler. the way he lit up around children. the quiet conversations they'd had about one day having a family of their own. the names they'd laughed over. the nursery she'd secretly pictured a thousand times. she'd walked out of that office feeling like someone had taken those dreams and cracked them down the middle.

and she couldn't bear to watch chandler's heart crack with them. ❝ i was going to tell you, ❞ she said softly, her voice trembling. she swallowed hard. ❝ i just... i needed time. ❞ the words sounded hollow the moment they left her mouth. ❝ no. ❞ she shook her head. ❝ that's not even true. ❞ she took a shaky breath. ❝ i was scared. ❞ her eyes filled with tears. ❝ i was scared that if i said it out loud, it would become real. ❞ she pressed her lips together, trying to stop them from trembling. ❝ i kept hoping the doctor was wrong. that the next appointment would tell me everything was fine, and i'd never have to see that look on your face. ❞ she wiped at her eyes, frustrated that she couldn't stop crying. ❝ i wasn't trying to shut you out. ❞ another pause. ❝ i just... i didn't know how to tell the person i love most that i might not be able to give him the family we've dreamed about. ❞ the words broke her. she let out a shaky breath before forcing herself to continue. ❝ i know that's not my decision to make. i know i should've trusted you enough to let you be there with me. ❞ she looked up, her voice barely above a whisper. ❝ but for a little while... i needed to grieve the future i thought we'd have. ❞ her shoulders sagged under the weight she'd been carrying alone. ❝ i'm sorry i made you find out this way. ❞ a tear slipped down her cheek. ❝ i should've let you hold my hand the day i found out instead of pretending i could survive it by myself. ❞ she closed her eyes for a moment. ❝ i don't know what our future looks like anymore. ❞ when she opened them again, there was fear, heartbreak, and one fragile thread of hope. ❝ but i know i don't want to face it without you. ❞

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★ MONICA GELLER.#ofbleedingpages

[TXT] : cheers to bad decisions. / dan @ blair

[SMS / CONTACT: humphrey / SENT ]: you’re becoming predictable in a way i didn’t think was possible for you. [SMS / CONTACT: humphrey / SENT ]: and yet, here we are.

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★ BLAIR WALDORF.#denydefeat #this is season 3-4 blair energy #ALMOST warming up to dan but not yet <3

lavishresilience

'it's always been you, i don't know why' marissa to ryan

❛❛ you don't know why? what finally made you come to your senses to realize that then? ❜❜ ryan would playfully joke with a small nudge to marissa's side. it was evident to him for a while now that it had always been marissa. there was no doubt in his mind. there was a constant pull that would forever draw the two together. ❛❛ must be because i'm just so charming, isn't it? ❜❜

@story1ines

story1ines

marissa's smile lingered despite herself, soft and almost disbelieving, as though she had stumbled into a moment she had spent years convincing herself could never exist. there had always been something dangerously easy about ryan — something infuriatingly steady that refused to disappear no matter how many mistakes she made or how many times she pushed him away. she had searched for reasons, tried to give their connection a name she could understand, but every explanation fell short. it wasn't logic that kept bringing her back to him. it wasn't convenience or habit. it was something quieter, something that had rooted itself so deeply within her that she no longer remembered what it felt like to exist without him somewhere in the back of her mind. ryan had become the constant she never asked for but somehow always needed, and admitting that aloud felt both terrifying and strangely freeing.

a breath escaped her in the form of a quiet laugh as she shook her head, the corners of her lips curling upward with affectionate exasperation. reaching over, she gave his shoulder a gentle shove before folding her arms across her chest, pretending to study him as if weighing his outrageous claim. ❝ you're unbelievable, ❞ she murmured, amusement warming every syllable. ❝ did you really hear me pour my heart out and decide the only possible explanation was that you're charming? ❞ she raised a brow, allowing the silence to stretch just long enough for him to wonder if she was serious before another smile betrayed her. ❝ i mean... ❞ she admitted with a reluctant shrug, ❝ your ego is probably going to love hearing this, but maybe it earned a point or two. ❞ her expression softened almost imperceptibly, the teasing giving way to something infinitely more vulnerable. her gaze settled on his, no longer searching for somewhere safer to look. ❝ but that's not why. ❞ the words came quietly, carrying the weight of years neither of them could ever reclaim. ❝ i don't know why because there wasn't some big moment where everything suddenly made sense. it happened so slowly i didn't even notice it. every time life got messy... every time i convinced myself i needed something different... somehow, i always ended up finding my way back to you. ❞ she paused, her thumb absentmindedly tracing along the seam of her sleeve, as though the confession itself required something to steady her. ❝ you were just... there. ❞ a faint smile tugged at her lips. ❝ not because you had to be, but because you chose to be. even when i wasn't easy to love. even when i gave you every reason to walk away. and i think it's because, somewhere along the way, you weren't just a person that i could love… ❞ she whispered. ❝ you just started feeling like home. and once i realized that… there wasn't really anywhere else I wanted to be. ❞

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★ MARISSA COOPER.#i missed them sm #AND I MISS U #lavishresilience

vrykolaka

@story1ines for a starter

Claire stopped dead the moment she saw him. For centuries she'd imagined reunions with old friends; some triumphant, some bittersweet, some ending with a bottle of stolen bourbon and stories no one else alive could appreciate. This wasn't one of them. The air seemed to leave her lungs all at once as her gaze settled on Kol, impossibly unchanged while she still carried the invisible weight of iron shackles and fluorescent lights that never turned off. Her jaw tightened so hard it ached. "Don't," she said before he could so much as move. "Don't you dare smile at me like nothing happened." Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried the kind of restraint that only existed because rage was barely being held together beneath it. "Do you have any idea how many times I convinced myself one of you was coming?" She let out a hollow laugh, shaking her head. "Every door that opened... every set of footsteps in those halls... I kept thinking, this is it. Kol found me. He'll be insufferably smug about it, but he'll find me."

She took another slow step forward, her eyes never leaving his. "Instead, I got hunters." The words landed like stones. "Chains. Needles. Centuries' worth of experiments crammed into what felt like an eternity because your family decided I was acceptable collateral." Claire swallowed hard, the anger cracking just enough for something infinitely more painful to slip through. "I can forgive enemies, Kol. I can even forgive BETRAYAL if I see it coming." Her smile was brittle, humorless. "What I can't seem to forgive is believing I mattered to someone... only to discover I didn't matter enough." She searched his face for something, an explanation, regret, anything; and hated herself for still hoping she'd find it.

For a long moment, she simply looked at him, exhaustion replacing the fury in her expression. "You know what the cruelest part is?" she asked quietly. "I don't even know if you knew." She laughed once under her breath, the sound almost breaking on the way out. "I've spent every day since I got out trying to decide which answer hurts more. That you knew exactly where I was and never came..." Her eyes narrowed. "...or that your family destroyed my life, and no one even thought to tell you." Claire folded her arms across her chest as though it might hold the pieces of her together.

story1ines

the words struck him harder than any blade ever had. kol had endured daggers through the heart, centuries in enchanted sleep, the wrath of his father, and the betrayals that seemed inevitable whenever one bore the name mikaelson. pain was an old companion, familiar enough that he had long ago learned to laugh in its face. but this... this was something else entirely. he had expected anger. he had expected accusations, perhaps even violence. claire had every right to them. what he had not expected was disappointment. that quiet, exhausted sort that came only after hope had died. she had waited for him. the realization rooted him to the spot, each sentence she spoke peeling back another layer of certainty until there was nothing left but raw, ugly truth. every door she'd heard. every pair of footsteps echoing through those halls. every impossible hope that he would come swaggering through with some insufferably smug remark and a reckless plan that somehow worked. she had believed in him. god. his chest tightened with a sensation he almost failed to recognize. guilt. not the fleeting sort he buried beneath sarcasm or bloodshed, nor the convenient remorse that vanished the moment survival demanded otherwise. this settled somewhere far deeper, wrapping itself around ribs that had not felt quite so constricted in a thousand years.

because she was asking a question he could not bear to answer. did you know? had he? his thoughts raced through centuries of fractured memories. family feuds. daggers. curses. endless cycles of running, hiding, surviving. names and faces lost to time. claire's disappearance had been another wound among countless others, one he had eventually forced himself to believe would never heal. they had told him she was gone. gone. such an ordinary word for a family that had made an art form of disappearing people. dead. desiccated. buried. compelled. and fled. there had always been another explanation. never this. never fluorescent lights that never dimmed. never iron shackles. never hunters turning her existence into an experiment while he wandered the world believing fate had simply stolen another person he cared about. his stomach lurched. his family. the thought alone ignited something ancient and vicious beneath his skin. not because they were incapable of cruelty. he had never suffered under the illusion that the mikaelsons were righteous. they were monsters. every last one of them, himself included. they justified atrocities with the ease other families justified poor manners. but this... this had not been survival. it had not been war. it had not even been one of niklaus' elaborate displays of vengeance. this had been convenience.

claire's voice echoed through his mind. i don't know which hurts more. the words hollowed him out. because neither answer spared him. if he had known, he had failed her. if he had not... then the people who shared his blood had decided she was so insignificant that they had never even thought to tell him what had become of her. neither possibility left room for absolution. for perhaps the first time in centuries, kol found himself with nothing clever to say. no joke could survive this. no smile could soften it. no charm could undo centuries spent waiting for footsteps that had never come. when he finally looked at her, the usual spark of mischief was absent from his eyes. in its place lingered something infinitely rarer. grief. ❝ ...claire. ❞ her name barely escaped him. ❝ you think i knew? ❞ the question wasn't defensive. tt sounded wounded. a brittle laugh escaped him before he shook his head, disbelief etched into every line of his face. ❝ if i had known... ❞ his voice caught for the briefest moment before he forced it steady. ❝ do you truly believe there exists a force in this world capable of keeping me away? ❞ his gaze never left hers. ❝ they told me you were gone. ❞ the word tasted bitter. ❝ and in my family, gone is an infuriatingly flexible term. ❞ a hollow smile tugged briefly at his lips before disappearing. ❝ it could mean daggered for a century. buried in a coffin somewhere beneath the sea. compelled into another life. dead... ❞ he exhaled slowly. ❝ or simply lost. ❞ his expression darkened. ❝ i spent centuries believing fate had taken you from me. ❞ silence stretched between them. then she mentioned the hunters again. chains. needles. experiments. kol felt something inside him snap. his jaw clenched so tightly it ached, his hands curling into fists at his sides as rage coiled beneath his skin. ❝ my family. ❞ the words emerged as little more than a whisper. ❝ no... ❞ he shook his head once. ❝ no, they never told me. ❞ there was no hesitation. no uncertainty. only horror. ❝ because had i known... ❞ his eyes hardened, centuries of restrained violence simmering just beneath the surface. ❝ ...there would have been nothing left of them but ashes and apologies spoken far too late. ❞

his voice lowered, stripped of every trace of arrogance. ❝ i have committed horrors i shall never pretend otherwise. i have betrayed, manipulated, and killed more people than i care to count. ❞ another step. ❝ as monstrous as i have been... ❞ he said quietly, ❝ ...abandoning the people i love has never been among my sins. ❞ his eyes searched hers, not expecting forgiveness. only wanting — desperately — for her to believe that single truth. ❝ you waited for footsteps that never came. ❞ the words were almost painful to say. ❝ and while you were praying i'd find you... ❞ his expression crumpled for only a heartbeat. ❝ ...i was mourning someone i believed i'd already lost. ❞ he swallowed. ❝ i cannot return the centuries they stole from you. ❞ his voice had become almost unbearably soft. ❝ i cannot erase the scars they've left upon your body or your mind. i cannot undo a single moment of what you endured. ❞ another silence. ❝ but i can promise you this. ❞ the softness vanished. cold fury settled into its place. ❝ if those responsible still draw breath... ❞ his eyes became frighteningly still. ❝ they will learn precisely why it is unwise to give kol mikaelson a reason to grieve. ❞ he drew one final breath. ❝ i won't beg your forgiveness. ❞ a faint shake of his head. ❝ i've no right. ❞ his gaze held hers unwaveringly. ❝ but never— ❞ his voice broke with emotion before steadying again. ❝ — never allow yourself to believe you did not matter to me. ❞ every word landed with quiet conviction. ❝ you mattered enough that, had i known where they kept you... ❞ a muscle jumped in his jaw. ❝ ...history itself would remember the night i came for you. ❞

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★ KOL MIKAELSON.#vrykolaka #I'M SO OBSESSED WITH THEM

sulietsexual

"Everyone I know is getting married or getting pregnant or getting promoted, and I'm getting coffee! And it's not even for me!"

Rachel Green | Requested by Anonymous F.R.I.E.N.D.S. [1994 - 2004]

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 ★ RACHEL GREEN.

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nefertiris

every character i love ♥ santana lopez, glee. ↳ “i love girls the way that i’m supposed to feel about boys. it’s just something that’s always been inside of me, and i really want to share it with you because i love you so much. i want you to know me. who i really am. when I’m with brittany… i finally understand what people are talking about when they talk about love. i’ve tried so hard to push this feeling away, and keep it locked inside… but every day just feels like a war, and i walk around so mad at the world, but i’m really just fighting with myself. i don’t want to fight anymore. i’m just too tired. i have to just be me.”

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 ★ SANTANA LOPEZ.#/naya rivera #forever baby girl

alliecathayes

Mark Sloan & Lexie Grey in GREY'S ANATOMY SEASON 7

Tell me something. When a person gets out of the nut house, what's the appropriate amount of time to wait before you propose?

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 ★ LEXIE GREY.#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 ★ MARK SLOAN.#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠 ★ LEXIE + MARK.#my babies!!!!

faeful

'what will it take 'till you believe in me the way that i believe in you?' brooke to lucas <3333

the stranger sentence starters, accepting.

maya angelou once said : " when someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time. "

she always doubts him, her paranoia of their past seems to haunt her. at least that's what it looks like on his end. & if so, does he blame her ? not at all, he's lucky enough brooke has given him this second chance. god knows he doesn't deserve it, but she always gave him more than he deserved. " brooke, i do believe in you. " he says simply, brow furrowed as he walks over towards the brunette, right to her locker. " you're the person i believe in the most, you and haley of course. " he tries to lighten the mood by adding the quip about his best friend. but who knows if it'll work. lucas takes her hands, giving them both a squeeze as he looks down at her. " where is this coming from, pretty girl ? why aren't you thinking i believe in you ? " he asks, determined to do anything he could to reassure her. he'll spend his whole life reassuring her that she was the one if he has to. anything he can do for her, he will. he wonders if she'll ever fully trust him again, if he ever won't have to reassure her. he'd still do it, of course. but someday he hopes she'll let the past go completely, like he's trying so desperately to do. " what can i do to show you ? i'll hang up your posters for the election, pass out buttons. have mouth announce it on his podcast. whatever it is you need, i'll do. it. "

story1ines

brooke watches him the way she always does when she’s trying to find the truth beneath what people say — the subtle tells, the pauses, the places where certainty usually cracks. lucas is steady, though. he always tries to be. that steadiness should comfort her, but instead it unsettles something deeper, because she knows how fragile steady things can be when they’re built on uncertainty that no one names out loud. her fingers remain threaded with his, but there’s a quiet tension in her grip, like she’s holding on while simultaneously preparing herself not to fall too far if she has to let go. she wonders, not for the first time, how two people can stand this close and still feel like they’re speaking across a distance neither of them can quite cross. and worse — how she can believe in him so easily, so instinctively, without hesitation, while still feeling like she has to earn the same gravity in return. when she speaks, it comes out softer than she expects. ❝ lucas… ❞ she lets the silence after his name stretch just long enough to steady her. ❝ i’m not asking you to do anything. ❞ a pause. her eyes flick briefly to their joined hands before returning to his face. ❝ i’m asking you what it takes for you to see me the way i see you. ❞

there’s no accusation in it, not really. just an exhaustion she doesn’t fully admit to herself. because brooke knows what it means to rebuild trust from something fractured. she knows what it means to choose someone despite history instead of because of it. what she doesn’t know — what she can’t quite understand — is why it still feels like she’s standing on uneven ground while he talks about believing in her like it’s something conditional, something that requires maintenance. she swallows, her throat tightening slightly. ❝ when i look at you, ❞ she continues, voice quieter now, ❝ i don’t question it. ❞ not the sincerity. not the intention. not the future. it’s not that she’s naive — it’s that, for reasons she doesn’t fully understand, lucas has always been the one place in her life where she didn’t feel the need to brace herself. ❝ i just… believe you. ❞ the simplicity of it almost hurts. because it’s not dramatic or complicated or earned — it just exists. and she doesn’t know how to translate something so instinctive into something he can receive without trying to fix it. her grip loosens slightly, but she doesn’t let go. ❝ and i don’t know how to make you understand that i need that back, ❞ she admits, a quiet honesty threading through the words. ❝ not you trying harder. not you listing ways you’ll prove it. not you standing here like you’re waiting to be graded. ❞ her gaze holds his now, steadier than her thoughts feel. ❝ i don’t want you performing belief in me, luke. ❞ a breath. ❝ i want you to actually have it. ❞

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★ BROOKE DAVIS.#faeful #i love them SO MUCH RISSA

lieslmakesthings

"He just doesn't know you. If he would spend one real second with you, he would know that you're the most caring, most loving, most amazing person in the world."

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 ★ BROOKE DAVIS.#Q.

legacieas

✱ shippy starter call : currently accepting ─── mark sloan for lexie grey, @story1ines.

mark had long since given up pretending he was doing anything productive. the chart he’d brought home sat untouched on the coffee table, while a glass of whiskey rested loosely in his hand. the city lights spilled through the apartment windows, casting the room in a soft glow as he leaned back into the couch. he lifted the glass to his lips before pausing, catching sight of lexie across the room. a smile appeared almost instantly, one of those rare, unguarded ones that only ever seemed to belong to her. “ come here, grey, ” he called, setting the whiskey down on the table. patting the empty space beside him, he waited until she was close enough before reaching for her hand. “ i’ve spent all day dealing with other people’s problems. ” his thumb brushed over her knuckles as he looked up at her. “ so for the next hour, i’m officially off duty. your only job is to sit here and keep me company. ”

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lexie hesitated for half a second longer than she meant to, telling herself it was about the chart, or the whiskey, or the fact that mark sloan saying “off duty” usually meant he was anything but. but it wasn’t. it was the look on his face when he saw her — unguarded in a way he almost never let himself be, like the rest of the day had scraped him down to something quieter and more honest. and lexie hated how quickly that softened her resolve, how easily she could go from independent surgeon with plans and priorities to someone crossing a room just because he asked. she tried, briefly, to remind herself that this was exactly how it always worked with him: he joked, he pulled her in, he made space that felt temporary but never quite was. and then she’d be there again, close enough to forget why distance ever seemed like a good idea. her hand was already halfway to his before she gave herself permission to do it properly. and worse — she didn’t even regret it. because despite everything she told herself about boundaries and timing and not getting pulled into mark sloan’s gravitational pull at the worst possible moments, there was something about him like this that made the arguments in her head feel… quieter.

lexie let herself sink into the couch beside him, their shoulders brushing as naturally as breathing. she kept her hand in his for a second longer than necessary before finally speaking, like she was trying to make it sound casual and failing on purpose. ❝ off duty, ❞ she repeated, glancing at him. ❝ that’s new. should i be worried? do i need to call someone and report a missing surgeon? ❞ her thumb traced a small, absent circle against his palm as she leaned back slightly, studying him. ❝ and here i was thinking you liked fixing people’s problems. you’re telling me you’re just… done with humanity for the night? ❞ a faint smile tugged at her mouth, softer now. ❝ because if that’s true, i feel kind of honored. i think i just got promoted to ‘acceptable distraction.’ ❞

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★ LEXIE GREY.#legacieas #my babies!!!#thank u sm for this <3

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denydefeat asked: If I say ‘I love you’ right now, will you hold it against me? / dan humphrey to blair waldorf

she didn’t move right away.

blair waldorf had always believed that most things could be managed if you refused to acknowledge them too quickly — bad news softened with distance, inconvenient emotions contained by composure, and men like dan humphrey kept neatly in the category of “complicated” rather than “dangerous.” but what he had just said didn’t sit cleanly in any of her usual categories. it didn’t arrive like one of his arguments or one of his carefully constructed truths. it landed more simply than that, stripped of irony, stripped of defense. and that, in her experience, was rarely accidental. still, she didn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting the way he probably expected. blair had spent too much of her life being studied — by teachers, by enemies, by people who mistook her polish for predictability — to ever offer a response that could be easily interpreted. so she kept her expression still, her posture controlled, her gaze fixed on him with the kind of attention that made other people nervous long before she ever raised her voice.

inside, though, it was less orderly. because dan didn’t usually say things like that without layering them in hesitation, without cushioning them in philosophy or deflection. and now he had placed it between them with almost irritating simplicity, as if love were just another sentence that could be spoken and left to stand on its own. blair didn’t trust simplicity. not in confession. not in him. and yet— and yet she found herself noticing the way he looked at her after saying it, as if he wasn’t entirely sure what he was asking for, only that he refused to take it back. that part she hated most. not the words. the certainty underneath them. when she finally spoke, her voice was even — soft in volume, precise in delivery, the kind of calm that didn’t invite interruption but didn’t quite close the door either. ❝ do you know what you’re asking me? ❞ she said, not accusing, not warm, just exact. a beat passed, long enough to feel intentional. ❝ because if i answer you wrong, you’ll turn it into something safer. and if i answer you right… ❞ her eyes flicked over him, steady and unreadable. ❝ …you’ll finally understand there’s no version of this where you get to pretend you didn’t mean it. ❞ she let that sit there, then tilted her head slightly, the faintest edge of something sharper slipping through. ❝ so tell me again, dan... ❞ blair said quietly. ❝ and this time — don’t use me as a question. ❞

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★ BLAIR WALDORF.#denydefeat #THANK YOU SM FOR THIS #im so excited for them <3333

@krys4lis asked: [TXT] : this reminded me of you! / serena to dan humphrey, and it could be a vintage pen or a plushie, anything goes!

[SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: ..i have so many questions. [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: is it the expression? [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: if you're saying i look like a mildly concerned woodland animal… [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: …you're probably right. [SMS / CONTACT: serena / SENT ]: i kind of love him.

#* ( 𝓈 ) ▌ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★ DAN HUMPHREY.#he chose the plushie ofc ahsfghjk #krys4lis

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