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manhattanmedusa:

Like the first flowering of daffodils in spring, Octavia’s mind games started anew. She’d supply a beautiful meadow to disguise the growing weeds. “A girl doesn’t always need to have a catch.” But Octavia Bass did. “I just wanted to celebrate a win.”

“No?” He mused, shooting her a sideways glance. A girl doesn’t always need to have a catch. The words sounded genuine from her tongue, but they were precisely the opposite of every other female in the city. “Should I call your bluff now or later?”

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forgedfromgold:

The melodious laughter twisting around her frame swiftly removed what sadness had been weighted to her lungs, an easy grin elicited by such lifting to the blonde’s mouth; the complications riddling the duo’s ties seemingly rinsed.  "Then it’s a date,“ She mused, lips remaining quirked upwards. 

The sound of her laughter brought a grin to his visage, feeling genuinely happy for the first time in about two weeks. He pulled away from her, the grin still playing on his lips. “A date with Serena van der Woodsen? I must have done something right.”

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Jenny ➡ Tyler

Jenny: Don't tell me what to do.

Jenny: No Greek gods

Jenny: Just dress as if you were going to be in front of the most important names in fashion, because hopefully you will be.

Jenny: Or at least in front of the ones in charge of hiring.

Tyler: Feisty. I like it.

Tyler: ???

Tyler: Am I supposed to bring Tom Ford as my date or something?

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pristinepenelope:

“Be careful Tyler. A compliment like that might get her cougar senses tingling.” She teased somehow managing to keep the bitter out of her tone. Her head tilting back against the cool brick of her building before she turned it to to get a better look at her company. Penelope had lived in the Upper East Side long enough to be aware that all that glitters is not gold. Including, Tyler. But even she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at getting him to crack a smile because even if he wasn’t as golden of a boy as they all thought, he tried and that was more than Pen could say she did. 

“It’s because I, like the rest of New York, only serve to please you my lord." Despite the obvious sarcasm she was smiling, her annoyance drifting now that she had a proper distraction. "I would but he already has an ego, I’d hate to inflate it and make the rest of you have to deal with an even cockier, Buckley.”

Tyler gave a loud guffaw at her words, shaking his head as he glanced at her. He had been privy to many an ex-society gal making advances his way when their husband’s backs were turned, but he was pleased to admit that Penelope’s mother had not been among them. “You should mention that to Jamie. He has it in his head that I serve him,” Tyler joked, then shook his head again. “Impossible. There is no humanly way he could get any cockier.”

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forgedfromgold:

A nose scrunched upwards, peering over at the male sideways at the threading of syllables to form broken hearts. “If you’re going to sulk on our trip you can count me out,” Her tone was riddled with both mirth and honesty, the corners of her mouth turning upwards. “Besides, the only thing we’d break in the City of Love is our bed frame.” Ivories came in blatant view as lips tugged upwards in a full grin, the curve of her shoulder coming in contact with his to signify jest. 

“Me? Sulk?” Blue eyes widened as he feigned surprise, the words immediately followed by mirthful laugh. He twisted his frame so he was facing her, leaning in close until their faces were only separated by a few inches. A grin played on his lips, “That sounds like a trip I could get on board with.”

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Jenny ➡ Tyler

Jenny: I'm glad to know you use your phone the way it was meant to be used.

Jenny: It's April 9th. Will you be there?

Tyler: Shut up.

Tyler: I never say no to a party.

Tyler: Unless you tell me I have to dress up like a Greek God again.

Tyler: Then the answer is no.

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forgedfromgold:

The blonde hadn’t protested the change of subject, inky lashes dropping shadows to the angle of high cheeks as she watched smoke curl from Tyler’s mouth; the words following something that swiftly illuminated her features. “Let’s go somewhere warm,”  She began, lids lulling shut as her chin tipped backwards, a moment taken to imagine their frames adorning a beach, “The Maldives are good right now– it hasn’t gotten too touristy yet. Or France.”

Her willingness to oblige with his request brought a grin to his face, further broadened by the wistfulness in her tone and body language as she tipped her head back. The milky skin of her neck was exposed to him, and his fingers itched in her direction. If he had known what was coming, he would have acted on his impulses in Mykonos, not wasted his time lusting after a dream that had morphed into a nightmare over time. “I’d say we should go to the City of Love, but maybe the City of Broken Hearts would be more applicable.”

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evanderwoodsen:

Eric nodded automatically, still processing the fact that Tyler hadn’t walked off yet. “Oh, okay,” he let out before he could stop himself, the surprise he felt too big to hide in his voice. “Being a douche bag? O’Malleys is usually quite lenient, Tyler, what did you do?” he asked as he involuntary grinned. He didn’t want to assume familiarity too much or too soon, but it was simply too much of a Tyler thing to not find it funny. “But no, don’t worry, not O’Malleys. I was thinking the Penrose?” Eric said. You know, that place where people used to think we were brothers?

“Long story,” Tyler answered, unable to stop the chuckle that elicited itself; it was age old banter, stories traded with ease across whiskey and Cokes. “I was trying to pick up some chick and maybe, unintentionally, asked if she was a hooker,” another laugh, the imprint of her weak slap returning at the thought. “Penrose. I haven’t been there in years.” He took a step down the street, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I’m game.”

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pristinepenelope:

It took all of Penelope’s self restraint to not twitch at the mention of her mother. Her lips easing themselves into a playful instead,her brown eyes gazing fearlessly into Tyler’s blue ones. "My dear Davenport, the only thing my mother has instilled in me is her high tolerance for alcohol. As for the Golden State, well clearly it wasn’t as golden as you.“

“Your mother sounds like a fine woman,” Tyler responded. Despite the obvious intention to garner a grin to his features, the words worked. He had spent the past few weeks listening to Gossip Girl hint at his problem with alcohol, listening to Grace call him an asshole in her own special way, and listening to his parents continue to tell him how he had fucked up; regardless if the words were empty, a genuine smile spread across his face. “Oh, how you compliment me, Shafai,” he responded, “You should try that one out on Jamie. See what he thinks.”

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evanderwoodsen:

Eric had one hundred and one things to say to Tyler that he couldn’t spill, but before he could even blink, Ty -Tyler- was already leaving. “Wh- Wait,” he said, not really thinking about what to say next. “I mean, uh– I was just going out to get a beer somewhere, do you want to come?” he asked, preparing himself for a cold no even while he asked him.

The tone of Eric’s voice gave him pause, stopping him in his trek away from the blonde to angle his body back in the direction of the man he used to call his best friend. No. The word was poised on the tip of his tongue, ready to fire in his direction, followed by a silent fuck you. But the invitation garnered an ache somewhere deep in his stomach, collaborating with a memory of the past. “As long as you’re not headed to O’Malley’s. I got kicked out of there a few weeks ago for ‘being an douchebag’,” Tyler quoted, fighting the grin that was tugging on the corners of his lips. “As if that’s a legitimate reason to kick someone out of a bar.”

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helenakhim:

   “Can you blame me? You interrupted my meditation time.” She griped, offering him her pack so that he could extract one himself. “Some people take up yoga, but I took up smoking.”

“In that case, my apologies for so rudely interrupting,” he answered, teasing lilt to his voice as he pulled a cigarette from the pack. He pulled a lighter from his own pocket where it had been resting solo for days because of his inability to get off his couch in his own drunken haze the past few days. “There are far worse vices to have.”

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j-amesonbuckley:

“Ah,” he said sagely, “The good old gossip squirrel. Did she say anything else?” It wasn’t as though he didn’t have her updates on his phone as well, but rather he was hungry for Tyler’s opinion. “Puff puff, you bet I did.”

“She said plenty, mostly about your cousin,” Tyler muttered, thoughts fleeing back to the blast that had successfully ruined his evening, as he was sure was the intention; mentions of his inability to avoid a drink and his own argument with Grace, despite being true, were worthy of denial. But even he wasn’t that good at pretending. He turned back to Jamie, eyes inquiring as he reached out his hand, “Hand it over, I could use a little cheering up.”

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manhattanmedusa:

Words were injected with innuendo, each one a fatal promise. Her appetite for the man was insatiable, yet denial was often found in her own mind. It had to be when she said it was, when the cards were stacked in her favor. So when her head drew closer to him, a suggestive glance upon her face, words whispered with both honey and spice, “If you’re lucky, you get much more than mere tea. I’ll serve up myself.”

“That’s quite the promise,” Tyler stated, browline raising as he brought his glass up to his lips. It was a proposition that would have sounded crude from any other’s mouth, but from her it was more like a riddle. Getting a girl like Octavia Bass into bed surely wasn’t that simple. “What’s the catch?”

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Jenny ➡ Tyler

Jenny: It's Jenny Humphrey and I honestly don't even know how I got your number.

Jenny: That was just a mass text, I didn't mean for your number to get in the mix.

Tyler: Don't worry about it, you call, I answer.

Tyler: Pretty much my mantra.

Tyler: When's the party?

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forgedfromgold:

To a certain extent, Tyler’s words didn’t quite paint shock to fetching features. From what fragments of the turbulent relationship Jamie had provided, Serena would have expected a breakup to a certain extent– though, it was only a matter of time until the compass ribboned to Tyler’s sternum coined as love took him back to Grace. Perhaps it always would be. “I’m sorry, Ty,” She offered the pipe in his direction, azure irises meeting a mirroring hue, “You deserve better.” Her words were truthful, though still just wisps– what was left unsaid swelled between them, pressed against the blonde’s chest and coaxed her breathless. 

"So do you,” he responded, accepting her offering. He brought the pipe up to his lips, not looking at her, and not entirely sure to which man he was referring - himself or Graham. He guessed it was fitting for the entire lot of them. 

“Let’s talk about something else,” he said quickly, his voice somewhat muffled by the smoke he was holding as he handed the pipe back. “Like when we’re going to make our next great escape. I’m think somewhere no one can find us.”

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gracefullybuckley:

Grace flinched when Tyler’s hand came down on the wall beside her, rattled and shrunken, it was the only time she could remember feeling genuinely afraid of him. She stumbled back, skin heated.

“Please stop,” she said quietly, voice trembling. She pressed her fingers to her temples as one heel slipped again, sent her knees buckling. “Please don’t yell anymore, Tyler. I hear what you’re saying, but I’m scared now.” Her voice, though exhausted, held all the caution of a lion tamer stepping into an open cage. “And look, you’ve hurt yourself.”

Grace took a step towards him as the elevator opened and closed behind her, hands up in surrender as his words bounced around her mind. When they found me…She bit back further prying, eyes on his new wound. 

“Let me help you clean it up,” she said quietly, fingers brushing his elbow. “You can continue to say these things to me if you need to, and we don’t have to talk about it after.” She exhaled, tugging on his sleeve. “I know you don’t want anything from me, so I’ll just rinse it off and go, okay? Let’s just bandage it.”

The ding of the elevator broke through Tyler’s reverie and he was finally able to see what was in front of him. Grace, looking frail and weakened as if he had hit her instead of the wall, her voice shaking as she spoke to him. 

I’m scared now.

His gaze followed her hand as fingertips brushed against the fabric enveloping his elbow, grasping at his sleeve. He pulled away from her, breathing ragged. He felt as if he had just finished a marathon, each breath physically hurting him.

“Don’t,” he whispered, taking another step further away. 

I’m scared now.

The words echoed through his mind, both sluggish and unnervingly quick, making him feel sick to his stomach. Was this really who he had become? “I can do it myself.”

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forgedfromgold:

“I don’t think any in Manhattan are, but they like to think so,” She mused, in involuntary grin tugging a full mouth upwards, illuminating faire features. Ebony lashes fluttered shut, inhaling deeply; the narcotic retrieved from Colorado just as good as Jamie said it would be. Smoke curled from the top of her palette, between rosebud lips and outwards; dwindling upwards towards the heavens, haloing the duo. “I think Gray and I brokeup." 

“True,” he responded, shrugging slightly. He gave her a grin in response to her own, but the action felt weak. He had been pretending to be fine since Grace had left his apartment, an act he had perfected over the years, despite being anything but. He glanced sideways at her, a sharp exhale renting the air between them. “What a coincidence, I think Grace and I did, too.”