when you’re stranger
there are no musical numbers in a roman holiday - by now, it’s about trying to remember how to forgot her lines. gossip girl. blair/dan. season two spoiler; future college au-ish thing. 3,544 words, pg.

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i woke up on a bench outside
do this for your father. around ten years later, they’re still laughing the same laugh, sighing the same misfortunes, and drinking the same highs. gossip girl. future fic. ensemble. 1018 words, pg13. for saint_renegade.
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five rings, five rooms, five lines from his mouth to hers
“What are we doing?” a gasp and a laugh, her neck tilting back, “Seriously.”
gossip girl. blair. blair/chuck.
seventeen candles; future fic. 682 words, pg13.
for thisisironic.
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all those hipster kids bury their secrets
for oregonblondie. gossip girl. blair/chuck. general spoilers. 466 words. g.
In the split of days, it’s another party, another gathering of fake laughs and stains on the carpet; she wonders if mother’s boozing early today, her lips cracking on the champagne.
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