#blair|interaction.

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open to f/m/nb —  based on the post in the source but basic summary... and they were roommates (times three). 

blair never had been able to say no to a night out, all eden had to do was flash her with some puppy dog eyes and she was grabbing her hair straighteners. what had started off as a few happy hour drinks had ended up with them completing a bit of a bar crawl and barely making it home in an uber. some point between the front door of the apartment building and their kitchen, they’d both started to undress and engaged in a heated kiss. she was just on the verge of slipping her hand down the front of eden’s shorts when she heard something that made her pause, eyes shooting towards the doorway. “oh... you’re home.” how had they forgotten they wouldn’t have the apartment to themselves forever? 

eden was honestly a bit affronted when blair pulled back from her, blinking her eyes open in confusion because why was she not being kissed? why was she not being touched? it was only when she realised where the other female was looking that she also looked up, dumbfounded for like half a second before she sprung back into action. “are you going to stand there watching or join in? i’m easy either way,” she mused casually, not even bothering to readjust her bra that was doing very little to cover her chest. 

[lilacwiinearchive]

open to m/f/nb  —  exes that can’t keep away from one another.

“when did you realise you’d fallen out of love with me?” was how blair chose to break the silence that had filled the room after an intense round between the sheets with her ex. the whole point of this was that they weren’t supposed to talk about the past yet she couldn’t help herself. in the brief moments of the two of them basking in the afterglow she received almost crystal clear clarity and that occasionally filled her head with more questions. sitting up she reached for her t-shirt off of the side of the bed, pulling it over her head before she turned to look down at them. “well?” 

[lilacwiinearchive]

a closed starter for @znosyns​ featuring blair.

between heated kisses and laboured breaths, blair found herself becoming rather carried away. it wasn’t unlike her to act so impulsively but downright recklessness wasn’t much her style. “we could get caught,” she breathed out, though her hands roamed their body as if she was scared that if she wasn’t touching them in some way they might disappear. “getting caught fucking in a closet  —  god, do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” despite herself she tugged the hem of their t-shirt up, caution officially thrown to the wind as her lips claimed their’s again.