3 months ago on 31 January 2012 @ 1:28am + 2,712 notes
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# 5.13
# if
# OTP

aintborntipycal:

“Something as beautiful deserves to be seen on someone worthy of its beauty.”
“I am sorry, I really am”

“You’re here.” It came out a bit breathless, because it was still sinking in on her. “You came for me,” she whispered more to herself than to him. The hand he’d placed over hers tugged her in, and she relaxed, lying back beside him.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and cuddled her close to his chest. “Where else would I be?”

“I’m gay,” Harold whispered.

All the air got sucked out of Blair’s lungs, and she felt as if she were being sucker-punched. She’d known it was true. She’d found a way to intellectually accept it last night, but part of her still doubted it. Part of her thought maybe he was just experimenting the way Serena once had. It was a new fad, and everyone was trying it. Harold wasn’t trying anything, though. He was finally being honest, and Blair didn’t have a clue what to say.

“I’m so sorry,” her father immediately began apologizing. For a moment, Blair allowed herself to feel for him. She recognized the shame and desperation in his eyes, and it cracked at her hurt and anger. “I love Roman, Blair. I really do, and-“

Hearing that man’s name completely shut Blair down. Roman. Roman had ruined her family. He’d taken her father away. A fresh swell of rage rose inside of her, and she forced her tears back down.


“Chuck…” She didn’t know what to say.

“Just go to sleep.” She shook her head. She was still afraid he’d be gone when she woke up. He leaned down and placed a kiss against her forehead. She closed her eyes and soaked him in. He then slid down so his mouth was hovering by her ear. “I’m not going anywhere. Trust me.”

Blair didn’t want to trust him. It felt like a trap, but in the middle of all the chaos of her life, she finally realized that she did. Her eyes slowly slid shut, and her grip on his shirt loosened. He’d be there when she woke up. She knew that. She counted on it.

“Love you,” she whispered as she drifted off to sleep.

She was out before she could hear his response.

Fake Empire - Chapter 21 by bama02614

1 year ago on 18 May 2011 @ 1:08pm + 720 notes
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# OTP
# gif
# 4.22
1 year ago on 10 May 2011 @ 7:57pm + 271 notes
via signaturescarf (originally ivison-levan)
# OTP
# 4.02
# 1.08
# 1.07

ivison-levan:

The only thing that’s ever been real is me and you

1 year ago on 2 May 2011 @ 1:36pm + 89 notes
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# OTP
# 1.02
# 1.07