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[gossip-girlgg]

Gossip Girl —> Blair Waldorf

|1.03|

//Poison Ivy//

[adc-writes]

“Remember when you promised we’d always be together?  Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”

Character: (Turning Points) Noah Puckerman for @blairwaldorfs [I mean...Turning Points have to break up eventually...Right..? Don’t kill me. I’ll be gentle.]

Puck can remember a time that the only sound in the world he ever wanted to hear was Quinn Fabray’s voice. He spent months in high school desperate for it, for her attention to be on him for only a fucking moment, and then he spent years listening to her, encouraging her, loving her and now it was just--broken. 

They were broken.

And the problem was that they tried to fix it. That was what was the most heartbreaking thing about this whole dumb situation; they actually tried. He worked on his jealousy and she tried to be more understanding and long distance was hard but they made it their bitch and they still failed. 

Puck isn’t even sure what shatters him more. The fact that they were always destined to fail or Quinn’s voice. 

“Don’t do that, Q. Don’t,” he started from his position on the couch. Boxes surrounded the kitchen of their apartment and Quinn’s belongings had already gone with her to Los Angeles months ago. 

The decision to break up was never in their hands, he thinks. From the moment Quinn left for Los Angeles and Puck got his career started in New York that was it. They could play ignorant and they could ignore it, like they ignored everything else when it became too hard, but it grew and it festered and it got worse until Puck was signing a lease away from New Haven and in Brooklyn and Han Solo was living with Blaine and Quinn was working on some new movie. 

He ran his hands over his face; his wedding ring burning against the week old stubble along his cheeks and jaw and he pulled his hands away to look at it. The piece of silver jewellery had felt comfortable there ever since Quinn put it on him, joking about their Vegas wedding and making a man out of him. His fingers twisted at it but he couldn’t pull it off. Not yet anyway.

How could something as simple as loving Quinn Fabray forever be so complicated when he was still as in love with her now as he always had been?

She was crying and he was crying and there had only ever been two people in his life to ever see this side of him and he’d just broke the heart of one of them. “Please don’t act like this is something easy for me, okay? You know it isn’t. But I can’t keep fighting with you anymore. It’s exhausting. And I can’t keep waiting for you to change your mind and come back to me when that’s not fair on either of us. I’ve never had the chance to be someone before, baby. And now I’m someone you can be proud of, you know? I can’t quite my job and come out to Los Angeles and follow you around like a lovesick puppy again. I’m not sixteen anymore.”

Not that she’d ever asked that of him or would ever ask that. He knew that. Puck stood up and walked to where she was standing, hovering between the bedroom and the kitchen, and waited until she looked at him. 

This was the part he hated. How he was hesitant to touch her, scared almost. He’d spent nearly eight years holding her like she was a part of his own body and now she was a stranger and it broke him to think like that. She was his. She was supposed to always be his. 

“I am so painfully in love with you at this point in my life Quinn that I don’t know how to be anyone else and I need to learn how to be Puck. Not someones husband. Or the badass. Or the jew who nearly failed out of school and doesn’t know how to be a dad,” he nods but it kind of hurts to breathe and he bites at his lip because, fuck, it’s actually painful to put an end to a relationship. “But you know, deep down you know that this is exactly what needs to happen right now. We can’t keep putting our lives on hold for each other. We’ll end up like our parents and hating each other. I don’t ever wanna hate you. You’re my best friend, Quinn.”

EVEN IF WE DON’T ROLEPLAY TOGETHER, SEND ME A SENTENCE MEME. I JUST WANNA WRITE

[gleerpconfessions]

I don’t know if she still rps properly, but I used to follow Jess’s (@blairwaldorfs) Quinn back in the day at the last ask group and she was perfect. I’ve never found a Quinn I’ve loved as much since.            

[ofpretenserp]

SIKE! Guess who’s NOT doing replies before going on the big trip. THIS GAL. Hahaha, of couRSE. Anyway, yes. Tomorrow morning I’m off to New Orleans for a week and then New York City for two weeks with my class! We’re going to be doing a lot of different stuff on this trip, aka, I will be very busy. I’m bringing my computer so it’s not unthinkable that I’ll stop by here and there, but sadly replies will have to wait until the start of April because I suck. :( ((Unless I get inspired and have free-time while on the trip, in which case I’m awesome.))

Behave without me please, and I expect to come back to a gazillion more replies to do. :|

[gunshysunshine]

blairwaldorfs replied to your post: hi if anyone’s still following this? i just...

i will never unfollow you

so loyal. forever loyal. ily.

[gossip-girlgg]

Gossip Girl —> Blair Waldorf

|1.01| // Pilot //

[parrishwyatt]

“ there’s, uh… been a change of plans.”

Savannah’s never been punched in the gut, but she imagines seeing Ava walk into the bar with her fiancée has got to be close to the feeling. It’s far too loud, Savannah’s not planned on drinking, but as she sees them walk in, she has to stop herself from ordering the strongest liquor the bartender will serve. She feels her phone buzz, and having seen Ava fiddling with her phone, she can only assume it’s a text with her name on it. A picture flashes through her mind – changing her name to Ava ❤ instead of the formal name, surname format she usually sticks to – and it makes her sick now.

The text tells her to meet Ava in the bathroom, and Savannah wishes she could walk out of the bar without a second thought, but she needs an explanation. With the worst luck all at once, she runs into Ava’s fiancée on her way, fumbling to apologize and help her pick up her bag. She’s smiling, but she’s also pretty confident everyone in a two-mile radius can see that it’s fake.

When she walks into the bathroom, she doesn’t even look if there’s anyone besides her and Ava there; Savannah keeps a safe distance, and hears Ava telling her there’s been a change of plans. She closes her eyes for just a second, shakes her head. “Oh, no kidding, and here I thought we’d agreed on going out with your girlfriend in the first place.”

Savannah’s hands are shaking, she tries to lace them together to stop it, but it doesn’t help all that much. “Did you not even think to warn me before coming, or is this just some sick game you want to play?” Sick comes out spiteful, mean, and thoroughly honest. She doesn’t know which part of it is making her feel like she’ll vomit any second – seeing Ava walk into the bar with someone else in tow, or not leaving immediately. “This is just about as much as I can deal with. I’m not going to make you choose, I think you’ve already done that by bringing her here. I hope you have a wonderful marriage.”

It’s nothing but honesty, though the hurt is evident in Savannah’s tone. She’s reached her boiling point.

[parrishwyatt]

“ i tried.”

Jerry almost laughs when he hears Mandy, the mess following his every step has finally caught up. It was never supposed to last, what’s between the two of them. Honestly, he’s not even sure how they’ve made it three months out of college.

An apartment to call their own was certainly the last of the bad ideas, the final breaking point. It’s been non-stop fighting over nothing (or over clothes scattered everywhere, the kitchen included, the late nights when Jerry annoys Mandy with loud music or not coming to bed because of playing video games, the afternoons when Mandy irritates Jerry by using the insanely loud vacuum right under his nose while he’s trying to rest on the couch).

So it’s crazy when he says, “Give me another chance,” because it goes against his every instinct. For all the arguments and disagreements, her statement works almost as a wake-up call for Jerry. He’s not sure what does it, but the look in her eyes -- he thinks maybe he can see tears welling up -- is the finishing push.

“I know I’ve asked for many,” Jerry says, running fingers through his hair. “I know, but please just... one more.”

It’s hard to make promises when he never keeps one, which is why his voice ends up low and almost broken as he pleads; he’s well aware that perfection is not in the description of his boyfriend skills, or that they’ve argued more than talked in the past week or so, but Jerry can change.

No. He’s twenty-three, a month away from starting a job in Human Resources at the newest branch of his father’s firm, and no closer to being a responsible adult than he was when he’d just started college. He has to change. And maybe the job doesn’t have anything to do with it at all, maybe it’s Mandy and the looming threat of separation from her. At this point, he doesn’t think it even matters.

“Please, give me a chance to change, I’ll do anything.