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@frankieholls​

    The air dances under his nostrils as he draws a deep breath.     Taking in the fresh smells of baked goods as they drift out of     the bakery sitting in front of him. He hasn't gone in yet, though,     he has full intentions of going in. He's told himself that over and     over he'll go in. Nothing terrible could happen with just a muffin     or a cupcake. With extra frosting. There's a small smirk that drifts     over his lips as a stranger passes by, a beautiful woman who     gives him a look over, a smirk on his own features. She's beautiful     and he could've easily asked her to stop and talk, maybe ask her     for coffee but he wasn't much feeling like a hook up tonight, so he     let her go, continuing on her way to whatever life held for her.     Though, the next person, he did stop. A smirk on his features,     one that grows farther than the last. "Hey Frankie." He offers to her     then, body relaxing into a more easy stance. "You going in for a     sweet treat? I was thinking about it."

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@hollingswrth​

    The sounds of bowling balls striking pins was almost a welcoming     distraction from everything else Jake had going on in his life with     work and class and his father. Maybe he was stressing himself out     trying to make his mother's memory proud of him but to also do right     by his father who was alive and well. He would give anything for his     dad to be happy but when did Jake start to understand that happiness     meant his mother wouldn't be a part of it anymore? You can't love a     ghost no matter how hard you tried. A breath and he throws the ball     down the lane, watching it with a steady gaze it strikes down all     the pins and the smile that breaks over defined features is brilliant     and proud. He turns to his friends, laughing a little and he throws     out a few high fives before spotting Miles heading by. With a toss     of hang on behind him, he half jogs up to the other. "Hey Miles!"     He calls to get him to stop. "It's nice to see you, dude. I think     it's been awhile. You want to join us for a frame or two?"

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@xoxothemess​

    In need of a drink and maybe a fun night, Jake finds himself     pulling open the door to a local bar, one that's pretty popular,     full of people enjoying amber colored liquids, the hum of voices     mixed with the sounds of music as it dances through the room     around them. The atmosphere is fun. Welcoming and he wants to     join in but he needs the confidence boost. After all, one night     stands were far more easier than actually trying to become     commuted to a person for longer than a night. He draws a breath     as he steps up to the bar, flashing a charming sort of smile at     the pretty bartender behind the bar, but he wouldn't fall into that     that type of guy who hits on the girl who tends to the drinks. He's ��   seen it far too many times before. Though, he is surprised when he     sees one Amy Hoffman to his left. "Want me to buy you a drink?" He     laughs a little, speaking loud enough for Amy to hear him over the     thrum of the music. "I didn't mean that in a pick-me-up way. Unless,     you want it to be that way, I guess."

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@novakzig​

    Despite growing his own garden, that never stopped Jake from     venturing to the Farmer's Market for fresh produce and whatever     else happened to be in season at that current time. There's always     a small smile upon the man's face as he walks down the rows,     gaze wandering over the different stalls and what they had to offer.     It's one of the few places that he felt most comfortable without needing     to head home and light up to calm his nerves. He pauses, pulls out     his wallet and purchases a bundle of fresh carrots as he grabs a bag     from the vendor. When he turns to go, throwing a small little smirk     over his shoulder at the young woman who was manning the stall,     hearing her soft giggle, he comes to a stop as he faces Zig, that     smile growing a little. "Hey Zig!" He greets the other, falling into step     with him. "Not quite where I'd expect to run into you but I'm glad I did.     You here for anything?"

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@glassheartsheavycrowns​

    If there was one lesson his mother taught him before her passing,     it was to live life with no regrets. That, much like anything else in     this world, was vastly easier said than done. Jake had a couple of     them. Some weren't his fault but still weighed heavy on his heart.     Some were because he thought he was doing the right thing to     make her proud, but in the end, he was left wondering if she would     have actually approved. One was not getting the courage to say     what his heart was feeling in time. Jake Martin was afraid of     commitment for many different reasons, but the main reason was     because he knew that life was far too short. Now, most people     would have used that to speak their mind and their heart the moment     they felt or thought anything and he did half of that, but only half.     The part he failed to do was speak when his heart spoke to him.     When his heart had the courage to take the plunge but his brain     gave far too many warning. Death stole things away, mainly people.     Nothing was promised for forever and that thought was absolutely     terrifying. Why fall in love with someone when death could cause     them to slip through your fingers? He remembers how his father     reacted when his mother passed. Hell, he remembers how he felt     when he got the news. When he he lost her. Now, years later, he     was letting that fear still control him.     Clare Edwards was his first kiss and a part of him wanted her to be     his first romance too, but by the time he had finally nailed that fear     down, someone else had already stole her heart. A harsh reality for     Jake to face, going home without a smile on his face or the girl he     wanted on his arm. Perhaps that's why when he almost runs into her     on his way to an elementary school to teach the young kids how to care     for the plants that had previously planted for a class project, he     lost the breath in his lungs and the words on his tongue. Clare had     only gotten more beautiful and a part of him started to feel guilty,     after all, their time had passed and so should his feelings. Fate     had said they weren't meant to be. "Oh, hey Clare." He greets her,     a warm smile taking over defined features, hands slipping into pockets     of his leather jacket that was tattered and worn. "Are you on your     way to anywhere important or do you have some free time?"

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@glassheartsheavycrowns​

    If he was being honest, which, in all likelihood, wasn't much     like Carter to be, he only really cared to pay attention to those     he found worth his time. Those he found attractive. Those who     he could steal from. He kept his heart guarded, but he also kept     himself guarded. He was lucky to find friendship in Fitz and Jay     but everything else? wasn't planned. It wasn't his fault he knew     how to manipulate the tongue and make everyone fall for his     charming personality and good looks, but like anyone else,     there's so much more than what meets the surface of Carter     Baizen. There was a reason he guarded himself more than     anything. Why he 'disowned' his family and why he only really     let himself let others in if they had found the right walls to climb     without him realizing. And, like everyone else in the world, Carter     had a sweet tooth. It's why he was standing outside Oh! Fudge,     looking at the door, debating. He laughs a little, realizing he's not     alone. Hand raises to toy with his hair for a moment, eyes resting     on one Clare Edwards. "Seems I'm not the only one who decided     chocolate fit the weather best today." Lips curl into a soft,     welcoming smile as he looks the other over for a moment. "Care to     join? It's on me."

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@wishfullydreaming​

    She was different, Carter knew. He had heard the rumors of     Vanessa Abrams and the way she was to their world but God,     was she beautiful and who said the boys who were students at     St. Jude where the only ones who could have fun with the pretty     ones? He draws a breath, tongue sucking bottom lip between his     teeth as crystal colored gaze drinks her in. He's lucky for the coffee     shop atmosphere. The fact that the place was rather busy,     considering if it wasn't, she most definitely would have caught him     staring. Was that such a bad thing, though? She may be the next     best thing to warm his bed as he hears the sounds of his name leave     her soft lips. Oh yes, they could definitely have some fun together,     but only if she was willing. With a sigh, he moves from the table,     coffee in hand, as he makes his way over to her, a signature smirk     lights up crystal colored eyes as he looks at her. "Hello beautiful." He     greets her so easily. As if he's done this since he was born. "Is this     seat taken or should I be the one to occupy it?"

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@frankieholls​

     If there was one woman who could have possibly whipped Carter      Baizen into behaving, that was Frankie Hollingsworth. The boy      who refused to let anyone in, to let them ever get past something      so skin deep that wasn’t the essence of friendship, it was her.      She made him understand what the word love had meant. She      made him realize that someone could learn all the terrible things      about him and still care. It’s why he broke her. Why he set their      world on fire and watched as it fell to ashes. She got too close.      She got in too deep and if there’s one thing a person couldn’t      truly love, it was a monster and perhaps, that’s just what he      had seen himself as. It wasn’t as if his father hadn’t reminded      him of that. A deep breath, back leans against the car, not      limo because he doesn’t care for the high life he lives in or is      truly a part of. Instead, he sends a text, first asking her to      come out, then telling her that if she doesn’t, he’ll have no      choice but to charm his way inside like he had so many times      when they had first started dating. Hands rest in pockets of      fitted blue jeans, one hand, fingers trace the keys in his pocket      the other, tracing the side of his phone. Patience was never      a virtue that Carter had possessed, but when he saw her, he      couldn’t stop the smile that took to his lips. “Hello gorgeous.”      He greets her almost as easy as breathing. “Like I promised,      it’s just coffee and a conversation. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

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@xoxothemess​

    Pretty girls were always such a weakness for the only Baizen     child. After all when someone so spoiled decided to take his fate     into his own hands, there's only so many vices he can stumble     into. His mother saw suit to his drug habit, his alcohol habit, and     gambling habit. So what was left in his old repertoire of bad habits?     Pretty girls that could warm the other side of his bed for the night to     only be kicked out, unless they willingly left, in the morning. And     where else does one meet pretty girls in Manhattan? One would     normally say the bar, school, things of such a like but since he was     /trying/ to adhere to his new found good boy attitude, Carter was     stuck in a line at a bakery he didn't really care to be in. A treat for     later on perhaps or maybe something for his mother. Tongue darts     to wet lips, hand rising to rub the back of his neck as he looks over     at Amy as she steps up in line. "Hello beautiful." He smiles, that     famous Carter Baizen smile that was once his signature. "Such a     beautiful girl here deserves a sweet treat that can match."

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Penn Badgley outside the BUILD Series studio (January 9, 2020)

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@glassheartsheavycrowns​

    What was there that happened to be left unsaid about Blair     Waldorf that Dan Humphrey hasn't already said? In truth,     Blair was everything that Dan had thought he hated about the     Upper East Side and their snobby attitudes and their designer     labels and rich kid attitudes. Blair was Serena's best friend and     maybe that's why Blair became a part of Dan's life, after all,when     you date a beautiful girl, for no matter how long, you end up getting     to know their friends too. So of course, when Dan's walking down     the streets a cup of coffee in one hand, the other in the pocket of     the pea coat he's wearing to protect himself from the October air.     There's a smile that draws over his lips as he walks over to her,     taking a drink of his coffee as he comes to a stop. "Well if it's not     Blair Waldorf." He greets her with a dashing smile upon his lips,     gaze resting upon hers. "You busy getting ready for that party? I     still have absolutely no idea what I'm going to wear. Not like it's easy     to find something that's 'not off the shelf' for such a quick event."

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@wishfullydreaming​

       Aside from coffee shops and the fresh scent they bring with        their atmospheric aroma, there is one other place that you         can find Dan Humphrey and that is a used book store.        Preferably the one near his loft in Brooklyn. It’s quant and out        of the way from the hustle and bustle of New York streets.        And when you step inside, it’s as if the rest of the world drowns        out into the distance behind the closed door. Tan leather        messenger bag slung over chest to rest upon left hip, hands        in pockets of the black pea coat, dark eyes scan over titles        of spines on a shelf. He’s lost in what he’s looking at, not        really having anything in mind to buy. Though, when his        spots a hand on the shelf, eyes following up the arm to        rest upon the face of his best friend, his features light up        like a warm colored jack-o-lantern. “You always do know        where to find me, V.” He laughs a little, his smile growing        easily. “You looking for some new books too?”

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@trstans​

       If someone could name the one place that was less likely to        find one Dan Humphrey in it’s open doors? That would be the        bowling Alley, Livin on a Spare. It wasn’t because Dan didn’t        enjoy the small aspects of bowling or wearing shoes others        have had upon their feet, no. It was because it wasn’t really        his atmosphere, if he was being honest, but when your little        sister asks you to go spend the night out with her, you don’t        turn it down, especially if you name is Dan Humphrey who        loves his sister and would do anything for her. With a smile        on his lips and a small laugh on his tongue, he calls for a        time out between frames, enough to refuel with soda and        nachos, all the fixings of course. Though, when he turns from        Jenny, he’s left face to face with Tristan. “Hey! Didn’t quite        expect to run into anyone I knew here.” Dan’s voice is half        awkward, half surprise, half happiness. “You here with friends        or would you wanna join Jen and I?”

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@hollingswrth​

      The smell in the air could only mean one thing. It was Dan       Humphrey’s favorite time of year, autumn. He draws a breath       of the air, taking in the smog and everything else that Manhattan       has to offer to those who live in it’s wake. He doesn’t mind the       city, not in the least. It’s full of inspiration and love and hate and       anything else a person who wished to make it as an author could       ask for in the world. There was never a shortage of material here       though, even authors had a sweet tooth and that’s why he’s       standing outside Kupkake Kreations and it’s mouth watering scents       of baked goods that drifted out under the small crack between       the door and the foundation. Dark eyes glance over and offer       Miles a small, half smile. “Sorry. I guess I probably shouldn’t just       stand outside of the bakery day dreaming about what I want.”       Dan laughs a little, smile growing. “Guess it would hurt to ask       want to eat together?”

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@xoxothemess​

     There were only a few places in the city that houses thousands      of people that Dan Humphrey would rather be. One of those would      be his favorite coffee shop on the other side of Brooklyn, not far      from the loft where his family lives. It’s a welcoming place where      he can get lost in a book or write a story on his laptop, though,      he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t go home that night and re-write      said story upon his typewriter like an old school author that he      looked up to for his entire life. Yet, here he was, lost in Manhattan      in a shop he did not feel comfortable in. Trying to find a suitable      costume for the party that he definitely feel comfortable even      thinking about attending. There’s a sigh up slightly worn lips and      he looks up, hoping the lost look in his eyes doesn’t show and      he offers a small smile to Rave. “Hey, man.” He greets the other      easily. “You find anything for the halloween party yet? Kinda hard      to find something that’s not just ‘off the rack’.”