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independent roleplay blog for Dan Humphrey of Gossip Girl. blog is multiverse, multiship, au, crossover and oc friendly.

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halloween selfie. oops.

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                 His words were insightful and held a lot of truth. It also led her to think about Chuck again. For the longest time, Blair had believed that he was the one – that he was and would always be her only one. Most relationships that began at a young age never made it past a certain line. Of course, she hadn’t been expecting for them to be able to last that long when it all started. But somehow, they made it through the hard part, braved the storms that came their way together and there was a time when she truly believed that if they could weather everything that they already had and still make it out together, then there was nothing that could tear them apart. 

                 Perhaps it was why she found it so difficult to accept the end to their relationship when it happened – because after everything they fought for and against, she was left alone and without a proper explanation – one that she felt she deserved. Just like that, all that she worked so hard for, everything she believed to be true was simply gone. 

                 “I like to believe in second chances.” She took a breath and then sighed, “But sometimes I think, what if this is it for me? What if I never find anyone else that I can love as much as I loved him? I don’t know if I can be okay with anything less.” But it wasn’t as if she had any control over it. Her face fell, and her tone was softer when she spoke. “I used to believe ours was a love story for the ages. All consuming and borderline madness. Epic. Tragic.” She let out a bitter laugh. “I suppose I still believe that. – I gave him every last piece of me, you know?” She felt her lower lip tremble, and she fought back the tears that had started to form -  forced a smile out, determined not to let her past get the best of her. “What about you, Humphrey - have you ever been in love?”

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     Rather than speculate on hers Dan took Blair’s inquiry and ran with it, answering, “Of course.” Despite his views on soul mates, his preferences and ideals, all his romantic and unrealistic notions, teamed with his rather incohesive occupation, he loved love. There wasn’t a feeling quite as divine and marvelous, though faking it often provided a similar sensation.         Dan conceded regretfully, “Not like that.” He’d never quite experienced a love that was all consuming, though he’d been deeply infatuated. “Though, if I were to have found anything to motivate me the way yours motivated you then I wouldn’t have been available to you now, would I? But, love is a fickle thing - something you can almost convince yourself of until time gives you retrospect or your heart bares its truth. I don’t think anyone believes they get a love like that more than once, as if you’re lucky to even get it that one time. But I think when someone comes along and its better you realize how foolish you were in the past when you thought you had already reached your quota; so to speak.”   With a shrug of his shoulder Dan squeezed Blair’s small hand. “I wouldn’t be so quick to assume there isn’t something more out there.”

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,pxrcelain:

     “He has manners. Who knew?” She fought the roll of her eyes. “Fine. Just this once, and only if you promise to share.” He was lucky she was beyond exhausted right now, otherwise she’d at least attempt to drag him out of her apartment herself. Her client, a regular, had been unusually demanding tonight. Blair was never one to ask questions she wasn’t supposed to but if she had to guess? Problems with the wife. Not that she cared – but, she was worn out because of it, and starving, which was the only reason why she even considered reaching for the take out.

       Dan suppresses the urge he has to roll his eyes, to query when, exactly, he lacks manners? He’s nothing but polite to her, albeit, with his unpolished tongue perhaps he lacks the je ne suis que she expects. He knows her job usually deals in men with deep pockets and money messier than that of the drug and bikie trade he exchanges. The difference between his companions and hers are that his don’t pretend to be any more than they are. That being said, she’s just a much apart of his world as she is the one of opulence, but he wonders how much of the opulence she gets to experience.            At the end of the day she returns to this part of town with its easily broken into apartments and her gang leader boyfriend.    Her boyfriend is the reason he’s here so often when she comes home. It was no coincidence that they lived so closely though Blair wasn’t, as far as he knew, aware of his covert bodyguard position. His role was subverse, concealed as her irritating neighbour and passing acquaintance. A boy from the lower ranks, a lackey, hers to boss around if he wanted to keep his place.         He lights the joint and pulls deeply, holding it out to her with a wryly intoned, “my liege.”

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       Blair rolled her eyes, though a smile threatened to push past her lips. She had to remind herself that this was all a show, and this Dan Humphrey from Brooklyn – what he thought of her shouldn’t matter, not even in the slightest. “Not everyone.” She was certain of that, though the manner in which she told him now sounded more like she believed the opposite – so what? She was in a good mood, and she was also sure Dan thought she was arrogant anyway – it wasn’t exactly untrue. 

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     For a moment he has nothing to say, a huff of laughter escaping him in lieu of actual words. But then in jest he remarks, “polite of you to pretend to be modest.” He’s teasing and he hope Blair realizes rather than presumes that he’s being presumptuous. With the many accolades he knows there are to her name beyond just the affluent prestige of the Waldorf name there’s no reason for her not to be confident.

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     She hums as she pretends to recall information that she doesn’t know before she grins, “Ten? Maybe twenty years?.” She knows he knows she wouldn’t consider this if she didn’t think he could get away with it. Blair’s fingertips graze lightly over his cheek as she presses another soft kiss on his lips, and she takes the opportunity to gather just enough strength to roll them over so he’s on his back. “An inmate and a prison officer. There’s an idea.” The pads of her fingers brush over his bottom lip, and there’s a flash of mischief in her eyes when she brings her gaze to meet his.

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     There’s an upward arch in his brow. Dan runs his hand along Blair’s thigh, imploring, “If you want to play games you only have to ask.” There’s no reason for anyone to be spending any time in jail. Blair knows, however, that there’s very little, if anything, that he wouldn’t do for her. A little planning, some finesse and the diamond she desires will be hers, with any hope with no police involvement.

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lowlyboy

“You don’t want to lie to me.” he repeated, brows knitting in suspicion as he glanced at her smile that looked less than sincere. “Because that’s believable.” he muttered under his breath. Her insistence on avoiding the subject told him there was more to it than she was willing to share – and damn his curiosity because he shouldn’t be interested in what Blair Waldorf did during her spare time but he was. Still, her dismissal was enough of a hint for him not to push it. Dan nodded as he took a pack of cannelloni and tossed it into the basket before moving along to find the next ingredient. “Well as my sister likes to remind me – I don’t have friends, so apart from Serena there wouldn’t be anyone to invite.” he chuckled.

“Have you ever actually tried making friends?” Blair queried. “Being that you are Serena’s present beau your social status is probably as high as it’s ever going to be. May as well make the most of it, don’t you think?” As far as Blair could tell what inhibited him so much from making friends was that he bought into his own Lonely Boy reputation a bit much. “I hear Nate’s getting a little bored with Chuck,” she suggested, scanning aisles for sauce and dropping ingredients in here and there, a bar of chocolate impulsively when she passed.

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      After the last interaction between herself and Dan Blair thought it wise to play not hard to get so much as not so easy. In the last few weeks, during which ample opportunity had been presented Blair had made point not to be the first to approach, nor to make any sort of eye contact. She was polite when their paths crossed, but occupied. Often if the social event deemed it appropriate she brought a date, Nate most times, though by the end of the night another girl would be in his arms that suited her just fine.              Dan mostly had either of the two girls in his harem, shamelessly galavanting the both of them about town. The gossip was hideous, salacious and luridly exchanged between older generations who had likely done worse than been apparent about their sexuality. Blair wasn’t unpleased not to be part of it. What did displease her was having to listen to Serena’s comments.       It’s kind of a shame he’s such a mess, don’t you think? He’s kind of handsome, talented I’ve heard too.                                    And even worse than any of that,                                                              I guess he’s not really your type, is he B? And Blair knew what she meant. He was untidy and rude, constantly dishevelled and not even remotely close to being within the same tax bracket. All big no’s she had specified as deal breakers ever since they were children. What she had never told Serena was that she had already met ‘the one,’ and he was all wrong and right for her.       If even Serena couldn’t imagine it how would the rest of her world react? Blair couldn’t begin to fathom.         For now at least it hardly mattered. Dan didn’t seem all that interested in her and she wasn’t interested in chasing him. She’d managed to avoid all Van Der Woodsen/Humphrey liaison for the week and most of the one before that, too. It wasn’t until, cafe au lait order placed and a French vanilla cigarette poised between her lips, Blair saw him.      Averting her gaze quickly she fell into a seat with her back turned, thinking perhaps he wouldn’t notice her while she pushed the cat eye frames of her sunglasses further up her nose.

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         Dan earned a frown, even though she knew it was meant to be an encouragement of sorts, an assurance – a compliment, even. She scrunched her face in disapproval right as they took a turn. Her tone was significantly less aggressive than when she was expressing her distaste for his choice of girls he might be interested in, “I am not some desperate wannabe in need for validation, Humphrey. I expect you to be more critical and honest than that when I’m trying on dresses later.” 

         Her hand slipped around his arm as they neared Fifth Avenue, “And piece of advice, if you’re ever planning on winning over a girl who’s worth more than the likes of Nelly Yuki, you’ll have to do much better at giving compliments than that.” she said, giving him a slightly skeptical look before bumping her shoulder against his upper arm and offering, “Maybe I’ll consider letting you practice on me.”

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     Flippant in response to Blair’s typical criticisms Dan’s gaze slid. “I don’t know,” he announced, “the rising popularity of guys like Michael Cera and Jesse Eisenberg suggest that the time for socially ill equipped, overly loquacious boys who speak in emphatic hand gestures is upon us; therefor instilling a sense of self contentment in me, ill advised or not.”          Besides, wasn’t he at least kind of better looking than either of them? Or was their appeal in the perfectly tailored roles they played and the otherwise glitz and glam of their hollywood lives.       Regardless Dan concluded, “Maybe Nelly, or someone, anyone, will like me just the way I am.”

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      He wants her. That much he’s certain of. He wants her so badly that it’s almost strange. The feeling is foreign to him – though his desire for her is nowhere nearly as intense as his passion for writing, it’s been a while since he’s felt anything close to it. He’s mostly burnt out these days, the fire within him ironically drowned out by his limitless alcohol intake.

      So he can’t help himself – the strength he uses to catch her lower back is stronger this time – tighter, as he pulls her flush against him without permission. He’s not entirely sure if he’s supposed to feel insulted by her words or challenged, but as always, he doesn’t dwell on it, doesn’t give it too much thought. It’s not as if it’ll matter tomorrow. He refuses to let it matter now.

      His fingertip traces a line along her collarbone, dips over the hollow before making it’s way down the slope of what’s exposed of her skin before he leans in and catches her lips with his, light and teasing. There’s a smirk on his face when he whispers in her ear, voice low, “And what makes you think I’ll still want you after last time?” He draws back, just enough to look at her – sharp and pointed. “As alluring as you may be – I don’t exist for you to use as you please and then throw out like trash after you’re done.”

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     Blair finds it oddly sweet that Dan can be both so world weary and yet worryingly naive. If he thinks his words aren’t as transparent as his constant efforts to exude careless self image -- well; he has another thing coming.           Primarily? Her. But perhaps his charade of indecency is borne of some hopelessness, fueled by the great inevitabilities? Blair ponders the likelihood shortly, surmising that it’s typical Dan behavior, a ploy at appearing uninterested in the wealth that surrounds him.      She neglects the implicit urge she has to roll her eyes, along with the shiver that his low voice threatens to send down her spine. There’s a catch in her throat, a subsequent tightening in her chest that makes her words come out far too breathy not to give to his effect on her. Nevertheless her sentiment entails a remark at his expense.              “How sweet. You forget that I know more about your future than you.”

[genoviian]

      ❝ Uh – the entire student population? ( Except for you. ) ❞

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          ❝ Oh come on.                                     --- not even you care, really.  ❞

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Be rough with me. Show me what's up, throw me up against the damn wall and claim what's yours.

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    Dan tries to hold his amusement in, but it manages to slip in the form of a soft chuckle. Her tongue is sharp, but it fails to cut in the way that he imagines it’s meant to. It doesn’t seem to frustrate her though, and he supposes that’s a good thing. He’s self-aware enough to know that it takes patience to deal with him, and though she doesn’t seem to have a lot of that, she is persistent in her attempts at making disparaging remarks, which he enjoys more than he probably should. 

    His eyes narrow and his lips curve up. Regardless of the way the question is phrased, she’s asking about him, and that’s the only thing he takes away from it. Dan bites his tongue and stops himself from teasing her about it. “I’m a writer.” he answered. Not the kind he wanted to be, but it wasn’t exactly something he liked talking about with anyone.

   “What about you?” he asked. “What do you do?” His interest was surprisingly genuine.

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    He’s deflective, a facet of him she’s by now more than acquainted. The Dan of her past and future had been a novice at changing the subject. Even without his older self’s wise ways this Dan knows that herself is often a preferred subject. For now however the subject of her life is less than desirable.         Blair hasn’t quite figured it out yet and answering in a way that doesn’t make her embarrassed has proved difficult. Even he in his disheveled alcohol soaked ways is progressing toward his aspiration. Still in an attempt to maintain her decorum and perhaps enlist his subtle subject change mannerisms Blair attempts an answer.   “For now,” she shrugs nonchalantly, “Not much of note.” Mimosas over brunch with Serena and french cigarettes in between decorating and shopping trips. “You, I imagine, in the more immediate future. Long term though?” Blair hums, allowing the shape of her lips to curve cunningly. “Something... domineering.”

[genoviian]

       ❝ So you don’t think I should wear it? ❞

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      ❝ I don’t think you should let Blair determine what you do or do not wear at school, or any place. Who cares what Blair thinks.  ❞

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          His eyes fall on luscious lips that curve into a smile, too saccharine for him to believe that it’s done without malicious intent. While it had been more than frustrating at the time, the rest of his night was more than compensated for by his favorite girls – both dutifully waiting for him at the apartment they all shared by the time he stumbled home. 

          And so he gives her a light shrug with a lopsided grin attached to his face – “Positive.” 

          Dan remains unfazed through all her attempts to discredit his claims, because the fact – and she reaffirms it again – is that there hasn’t been anyone else for her and in his mind, that alone means she’s already lost by default. She’s already his, whether or not she’s aware of it. All he had to do was wait. “You realize you’re only embarrassing yourself by saying that, right?” he told her, though her capacity for restraint, he supposed, was something to be admired. 

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     Blair scoffs, supposing that the idea of abstaining from meaningless sex with lacklustre women is an absurd concept to him. With two girlfriends and the liberty to abandon them for a cut short night with her Dan’s moral compass is pointing due south, straight to hell. Blair’s just not sure how far down she’s willing to go with him.        “What’s really embarrassing,” she notes snidely, “is that you seem to only own one suit and I have your tie. Or, had your tie. It was so hideous I didn’t see a point in returning it. What is it that you do that requires you look like a barely functioning alcoholic who sidelines as a second hand cars salesman anyway?”      This wasn’t untrue. As handsome as she knew Dan could be the Dan of her present looked terrible and smelt worse.

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     He raises his brows, makes a note of her self-confidence ( more like arrogance, the way it comes off but it’s neither here nor there ). She’s certainly something else – quite impossible to read, which irks him just a little bit because he likes to think he’s pretty good at that. When it comes to her, he’s almost at a complete loss. Dan knows she wants him, that much he’s confident about. He also knows she’ll be in his life for a good amount of time, because the only people he travelled to were usually those who had a significant role in his life. The rest – well, he supposes he’ll just have to figure out along the way. 

     “Your observational skills are exceptional.” he manages to insert. Dan is completely unaffected by the snide words. What he wants, is to rip the beautiful dress that hugged her curves in all the ways that made him lust for her – but patience, he reminds himself. It’ll happen.

     “If my memory serves me right – and please, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong – you lasted about what? A minute at most?” He tries not to snort – admittedly, he finds the level of her presumptuousness kind of amusing. Sad, but amusing though he does briefly wonder if her complacency has anything to do with her knowledge of the future. ( Their future ? ) Regardless – “Asking me to leave was your loss, princess, not mine.”

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        “Are you sure about that?” Blair retorts. Her lips curl up in an overly sweet smile. She alludes to the fact that she had finished and he had not. She had shooed him while he was in a tough situation, sure that Dan was rightly muttering curses about her all the way back to his girlfriends. Blair had simply laughed to herself as she lay sated in bed.            Nevertheless as embarrassed as she had felt post satisfaction Blair revels now. She points out, “And surely you’re smart enough to realize that my.. short fuse, so to speak, is more a comment on my abstinence than one on your talent. When a girl has been as good as I have, well, a drive down a bumpy road would do the trick.”     Of course that wasn’t strictly true. Yes, she had been good, but even this version of Dan knew how to press her buttons ---- even if only because no one else had ever been allowed.

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&& willliamsburgweasel.

         ❝ do you think wearing this headband’s gonna          help me blend in with the other girls at school?          because i don’t wanna stand out. you know,          the less people like blair who notice me, the          better. ❞

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        ❝ What if it has the opposite effect? Maybe wearing         the headband will make them notice you. Blair has         picked on girls for less than trying to blend in.  ❞