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logantheluscious:

As soon as Jess narrowed her eyes, Logan knew that he’d screwed up with his reaction which had been the last thing he’d wanted. Getting into everything he was feeling right now about Isobel Prescott would definitely do something to the party vibe and he’d hate to disappoint his mom like that. He offered a small smile at her words, wanting to make things better but he was finding it harder and harder to get out off his own way.

“Well, you know that I don’t…think that. Charlotte’s just hurt. Maybe it’s easier to put up a dismissive wall and pretend that it’s that simple, you know? But you know her, you know that there’s more to it than just that so don’t get too down about it yet. Early days, right? There’s plenty of time for a peaceful debate,” he said trying perhaps a little too hard to make his words seem believable. He did believe them of course. He knew how much they all loved Isobel and that didn’t just go away. Logan let out a soft sigh, touching her arm gently as he asked, “What do you want to do, Jess?”

“I want to not feel like I’m suffocating at my own mother’s event, thrown for the person I care most for because of somebody else’s presence. There is a laundry list of things to be done before any of us can have a slice of the normality cake again.” With her phone settled in the palm of her hand, she suddenly realized what first step needed to be taken.

“I don’t know if my heart could break anymore. We’ve all been so hurt.” She motioned at his injuries. “All of us in someway or another. I want us to heal.”

#tfrlogan #tfrspringfling

hunky-huntzberger:

“Ouch. You never have aimed for anywhere that wasn’t directly into my very heart.” He placed a hand over said heart that was, presumably, actually in there as he feigned a hurt expression. Of course the smirk that played across his lips took the sincerity from his own acting. “Yes you do. A blessing and a curse today, no? I’ll see you at 3PM sharp. Dress code is semi-formal, scotch is complimentary and I suppose ’pretending’ to enjoy the company is too.”

“It’s a date.” Jessica made sure to correct herself, pointing a finger his way. “It’s a deal. One in which I’ll gladly hold my end up so as you don’t do anything William-like. You know what I mean.”

#tfrwilliam

oli-andrews

{Jess & Oliver}; - We Never Did Find That Bridge.

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oli-andrews:

Oliver glanced nervously at his phone as Sarah dealt out a new game of uno, dreading the buzz of Jessica’s next text. She was coming, here - to his apartment- where he was hanging out with Sarah. Why? What did she have to say to him now that was so important?

He frowned down at the new cards in his hand, not taking in the colors or numbers, and instead trying to figure out if he should say anything to Sarah, or just wait for Jess’s text and then tell her. Things had just gotten back on track with them, after the kiss, and now it would all be ruined again.

But he still felt like he owed Jess, to at least have a civil conversation and hear what she had to say. He barely had time to finish the thought before his phone buzzed again and her name came up on the screen as panic and dread filled his stomach. Shit.

“Sarah, I’ve just got to go down stairs quickly. Jessica’s here, and she wants to talk. I couldn’t say no.” He gave what he hoped was an apologetic smile as he got up and slipped on his shoes, pocketing his keys and phone. “I’ll try to be quick, you - uh - figure out if Dunkin’ Donuts does actually deliver.”

And with that he slipped out the door to face Jessica and what ever this conversation would bring.

@jessknightly

It felt like a lifetime ago that Jessica waited patiently for Oliver, but as he appeared, she knew this time was unlike any other. All the butterflies and heartstrings he used to tug at were no more, replaced with a sinking feeling in her stomach that was more anxiety induced than simple nervousness. Like everything, she’d practice what she was going to say to him. It had been beautifully recited in her head a few too many times that the words no longer felt real.

“Hi, Oli.” At least the nickname would never fade. The little things friendships brought that always remained were sometimes funny. “If someone would have told me a year ago this is where we’d all be now, I’d have laughed.” But even now she laughed. Albeit a soft one, the situation really was a joke. “I didn’t come by to talk about the past, though. I didn’t even come here to talk about Isobel, but today I found out she is in town again and I thought after everything, you’d at least like the warning. I don’t want you to have a heart attack over an awkward run-in.”

Finally, she spoke her truth, “I forgive you.” Head held high, Jessica Knightly proudly took the leap for all of her friends as she would time and time again. Hopefully this was the first domino in the line, all neat and ready to be toppled over. It was time to begin healing. Everybody needed it.

#tfroliver #tfrspringfling #p: oliver

hunky-huntzberger:

“Always. I never leave the house without a reason or two in my back pocket.” William couldn’t help but grin as he watched her tackle with said day planner but managed to hold it together in time with her huff. After all, he hardly wanted to antagonize her. Well, maybe a little. “Your morale aside, you did make that one deal, remember? So I’ve come to collect. No need to drag all this out after all and I have this tedious dinner party come Monday, after your mother’s event of course, and I need a suitable plus one.”

“Honey, go to Broadway to pick up a woman. An actress would adequately pull off pretending to enjoy your company.” A deal was a deal in Jessica’s eyes, however. She spent half of her days bartering and making deals to get the best for her clients. This was the first time she found herself pissed for respecting the damn concept. "But I stay true to my word. What time?”

#tfrwilliam #hiiii

logantheluscious:

“Jessie, the whole point of bubble baths and massage oils is to take all that stuff off your—,” but he never got around to finishing that thinly veiled defence as what she said knocked the wind out of him. Logan didn’t know why he was so shocked. After all, she… If William Hunztberger was back from California then it only made sense she… He thought he might say something like ’why’ or ’how’ or something but all he did was stare back at Jess. “Is she?”

Jessica narrowed her eyes. If Logan hadn’t been-- Well. Let’s put it this way, if he hadn’t been in the condition that he was, she might’ve packed a hearty punch (really, just a slight shove). She wasn’t yet sure how to deal with the return and if Logan didn’t have answers to offer... They were lost and they were screwed.

“And Charlotte would rather burn her at the stake than even toy with the idea of having a conversation about it. This is just fantastic.”

#tfrlogan #tfrspringfling

switchinpostions

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If you send for me you know I’ll come And if you call for me you know I’ll run I’ll run to you

#**#dear everyone i cry #tfrisobel #tfrcharlotte #tfrlogan #tfroliver #tfrparker #tfrwilliam

Text || Oliver & Jessica 👀

Oliver: ....Okay.

Oliver: Text me when you get here. I'll come down and meet you.

Jessica: Thank you, Oli.

#that is something she has not typed in a very long time oh my gosh how sad #sad!#tfroliver

hunky-huntzberger:

By all means…

Oh, I would not even hazard a guess as to why Jessica Knightly does the things you do. I’m sure it has something to do with your heart of gold? Insatiable need to fill day planners with half-hourly tasks? I could take care of that caterer if you like. Sweep the bodies under the rug so to speak… That poor boy’s included. Either way, it’s not all bad. I’m here after all [ he added a dramatic hand gesture towards himself to really drive home such an outrageous point ].

“You’re too late, William. I decided to stop making deals with the devil a long time ago.” Jessica shoved her planner into her bag with unnecessary force, huffing while a piece of hair floated up and down against her forehead. “Is there a reason you’ve come to bother?”

#tfrjessica

logantheluscious:

Sounds perfect, especially the ‘Logan’ part. What a menu if I do say so myself. I’ll be there, primed and ready to have the 'olive’ versus 'onion’ debate with anyone who asks. Hashtag Monday Funday.

Aw, Jess. You know I’m very sensitive right now, you don’t want me to cry on your gorgeous face. You did such a great job with all of this, by the way. If my mom didn’t really wanna see me being okay among the masses, I’d run you a bubble bath and bring out the sensual massage oils right now.

“I have too much on my mind to even begin relaxing in massage oils and bubble baths...” Jessica lowered her voice, “Isobel is here.”

#tfrlogan #tfrspringfling

jcohan:

It is amazing! Well Jess, now the bar has been raised, you know. The next party you throw just has to do as well as this one. You almost? Where’s the almost coming from.

“You say that as if it’d be a challenge.” Though a challenge is what Jessica always seemed to seek out, she knew she could seamlessly throw an even greater event and a greater event after that and so on. “Almost is close to I do regret it. But I don’t. Nope.”

#tfrjackson

camille-thehunter:

Hashtag offended, Jess.

“Don’t be disappointed we won’t be paired, Cami. We can make pizza and do wine tastings together any other time.”

#tfrcamille #tfrspringfling

breakfastatblairs:

Blair stiffened ever so slightly, but she drew her shoulders back and held her head high, embellished with a smile. “A king would make it hard to keep my options open, and that’s all I care about right now,” she said cheerfully—or so she hoped. “Call me the queen of hearts.”

“In that case...” Jessica, who was a gal on the same page, smiled thoughtfully. “I’ve learned only a true queen is brave enough to accept that title.”