#chuck x blair fanfiction

[raeflora]

525,000 (moments so dear)

[1 year in the life of Blair, Chuck and Henry ♡ rated e]

chapter 1- January (a month to refresh and restart)

The pale morning light filters through the curtains, hitting the bed at just the right angle to make Blair groan and pull the duvet higher around herself. Maybe if she doesn't open her eyes then her head won't ache, and she can stay in this blissful cocoon of warmth and pretend it's not the morning. That the only place she and Chuck have to be is in this bed with each other.

Chuck stirs next to her, his hand running over her bare waist under the duvet, seeking her hand that still clutches at the duvet. He effortlessly links his fingers with hers and pulls her back onto his chest, their bodies fitting together by instinct. Blair sighs softly as he runs his palm up and down her arm, her own fingers tracing patterns on his bare chest, burying her face between the pillow and his shoulder.

"Good morning" she mumbles into his skin, pressing a kiss to his neck.

"Good morning" Chuck returns, tilting his head to try and kiss her cheek.

Blair nuzzles against him, "we don't have to move, right?"

"Not unless you don't want breakfast"

"Give me five minutes" is her groaned reply.

They stay in a comfortable silence, Chuck's hand resuming it's familiar path across her arm and down her back. The warmth spreading over her skin is far more agreeable than the sunlight still fighting to get under the duvet. But then, the duvet is being flung back, the cool air mixing with the warmth of the sun, and Blair's face lands on Chuck's pillow.

"Hey!" she huffs, anger fading at the sight of her husband's casually naked body, "I said five minutes"

Chuck smirks at her, pulling his robe on slowly, almost provocative in his movements, "you said it five minutes ago"

"So you're starting 2017 by improving your timekeeping?"

"Actually," he leans down to give her a real good morning kiss, "I started 2017 by hearing you scream my name, which was far more pleasurable"

"So why your sudden interest in breakfast?" she challenges still, turning as Chuck walks around their bed to her side, "And don't say you're hungry, Bass. I know it's not Dorota's croissants you want right now" she finishes, eyes flickering down his robe clad form and back up to hold his gaze, lips curling mischievously.

"While that may be true, there's someone upstairs who's probably craving Dorota's breakfast spread right now"

"Henry's not due up until 7:30 and right now it's only-" Blair turns to face the clock, eyes widening, "7:30. Chuck! You let me sleep this long?" she darts up and into Chuck's arms, already holding her robe open.

"You were very, very tired" he husks in her ear, "besides you woke up first, Waldorf"

Blair pretends to roll her eyes at him, tying her robe and trying to find her underwear. She gives up after a moment and settles on finding any kind of clothing, heading to her closet. Chuck catches her waist, spinning her back around and pulling her into him.

"Of course," he muses against her temple, "we could always let him sleep in. It is a holiday"

Blair sighs, tipping her head back so her lips ghost across his, "but what would we do?"

"Mmm there is something I didn't get to do earlier"

"Oh?"

Blair only has a second to laugh before Chuck takes her hand and sits her down on their chaise lounge, her robe already opening as he dips his head between her thighs. The year is already off to a wonderful start, she thinks, and, if she doesn't push away the other thought that scratches at her mind, it will just keep improving.

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The air is crisp as Blair lifts Henry out of the limo, adjusting his scarf and holding him on her hip as Chuck shuts the door. His mitten clad hands hold his new favourite stuffed dinosaur, his second and third favourites safely in Blair's handbag. Although he's only had them for two weeks he refuses to go out without at least one.

"Can I play dinosaurs with Aunt Serena?" he asks, resting his head on her shoulder.

"After you eat"

Henry pouts, "what if- what if she wants to play first?"

Chuck takes over, tickling his side, "I think she'll let you eat first"

Henry sighs, very seriously for an almost two-and-a-half-year-old, and hugs his arms tighter around Blair. She kisses his head, readjusting him in her arms as they reach the door.

"Hello Vanya" Henry chirps, waving his dinosaur in greeting.

"Hello Mr Henry" Vanya replies, "are you excited for first family brunch of the year?"

Henry nods, "I'm gonna play dinosaurs after"

Vanya laughs and holds the door open, "I'm sure you'll have fun"

"Thank you, Vanya" Chuck nods as the enter the lobby, warmth enveloping around them.

"Of course, Mr Chuck"

Henry waves again, Vanya waving back before going outside. The three of them approach the elevator, Chuck absentmindedly putting his hand on Blair's back as they walk through the open doors. By the time they reach the top Henry is impatient, squirming to be set down so he can run in. Blair doesn't though, instead she carries him in to the sight of Lily eagerly waiting.

"There's my beautiful grandson" she coos, lifting him from Blair's arms and squeezing her hand in greeting, "look at you, you're getting bigger everyday!"

"I grow" Henry declares proudly, as Chuck carefully helps to pull his mittens and matching scarf off, "that's what daddy said"

"And he's very right, hello darling" Lily kisses Chuck's cheek.

Before Blair can properly greet Lily she's swept into a Serena hug, a flash of blonde hair and a slightly awkward Dan Humphrey by the couch being her only warning. She laughs, hugging her back and sneaking a glance at Serena's still bare ring finger. Maybe that's why Dan can't quite meet her gaze.

They all make their way to the heaving table, coats and scarves taken care of. Henry happily sits between his parents, more excited about the promise of playtime with Serena than the food in front of him. Still he eats the croissants and fruit salad and yoghurt and buttery toast strips, eyebrows creasing at Blair wiping his stained mouth and fingers. She lifts him into her lap, brushing a hand over his hair.

"Good boy" she praises while Dan explains the plot of his latest novel, "do you want to play with Aunt Serena now?"

Henry grins up at her, "yeah"

"Alright then" she lifts him into the air like Chuck does, swinging him round so his little feet hit the floor, "your dinosaur kingdom awaits"

Serena doesn't need any encouragement, immediately launching into a questionably accurate impression of a t-rex as she joins him on the floor. Henry's overjoyed, and, once Blair's satisfied that he's not going to hurt himself, turns her attention to Dan.

"I thought," she hisses, not missing the way Dan's eyes widen and Chuck smirks, "you were proposing to her. What happened Humphrey?"

"Ok so- stop looking at me like that, Chuck, come on. So I am proposing to her, I just thought, you know, uh, New Year's proposals are kinda overdone and-"

"I don't care" Blair whispers exasperatedly, "I'm not having another two hour long conversation with her about if I think you're going to do it or not-"

"Just pick somewhere and get on one knee" Chuck continues smoothly, "she wants to marry you, so stop stalling"

"I'm not stalling, I-"

"You are" they chorus.

"I just want to do it right" Dan finishes.

"Humphrey, there's never going to be the perfect time" Chuck continues, hand finding Blair's beneath the table, "there won't be any time if you don't do it soon"

Dan holds his hands up, "alright point taken"

"Hey sorry to interrupt, B" Serena says, covertly coming up to Blair, "but I think Henry needs the bathroom and I wasn't sure how far you were with-"

"It's ok, S, I'll take him"

She gives Dan one last pointed glare before taking Henry's hand in hers and walking him down the hallway. Thankfully they're quick, Henry only becoming momentarily distracted by the jasmine scented soap and trying to cover both his arms in it through his knitted sweater. Blair stops him, but appreciates his enthusiasm about hygiene.

Family brunch wraps up not long after, all of Henry's dinosaurs in his hands as he sleepily curls up in Chuck's lap. It's a funny sort of feeling that settles in Blair's stomach as she looks at her boys, one that makes her ache with how much she loves them. It's time, she thinks to herself. She knows what she wants now, and she's going to get it.

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Snow falls softly outside the limo's moving windows, catching the glow of the streetlights. Blair sighs, resting her head on Chuck's shoulder. Soon they'll be busy again, their son and their empires needing their attention. But now, now they can just be Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck, and all they need is to be with each other.

She trails her fingers down his arm, resting her hand on top of his. Without a word he intertwines their fingers and Blair takes a breath.

"Chuck" she starts, lifting her head up to look at him.

"Blair" he responds, resting his forehead against hers.

Her words rush out, unable to wait another minute, "I want us to have another baby"

He smiles, truly, just for her, "are you sure?"

"There's nothing I want more right now"

"Right now?" he teases.

She cups his jaw, "right now"

She kisses him soundly, her hands in his hair and his on her waist. With ease he pulls her onto his lap and Blair moans into him, her fingers running down his chest. She starts pulling at his tie, and he returns the favour by pushing her skirt over her hips. They break apart for a moment, Chuck's lips finding her neck as his hands find her underwear. Blair gasps as he tugs them down her stocking clad thighs, helping to kick them onto the floor, and runs her palm over the growing bulge in her husband's pants.

Chuck growls as she pulls the zipper down, her fingers pulling his boxers down too. She wraps her hand around him, grinning at the way he grunts into her neck. Carefully she moves her hips forwards, stuttering slightly as he strokes his fingers down her folds, and steadily lowers onto him. It's familiar, but different, her hands clinging to his jacket, her hips rocking down until she moans, the feeling of him deep inside her catching her off guard. Then, it's instinct, and desire, and pleasure, their bodies moving perfectly, his hips thrusting up as hers grind down. Blair moans, burying her face into his neck, kissing where his pulse thrums.

Her fingers run through his hair as her body arches back. Chuck's hands hold her waist, his eyes shining with awe as she glances down at him. She bends down to kiss him, biting his lip as he grinds his hips up into her. Her body jerks, hands clutching at him, and her breathing grows heavy against his lips.

Blair clenches around him, fluttering once, twice, unable to contain the purr that works its way out of her throat as Chuck strokes her clit. Her orgasm bursts through her, his name coming from her lips in a haze of ecstasy, her body curling onto him. She gasps, smile blooming on her lips at Chuck's own release. His hands guide her off of him and back onto the now cool leather. She sighs happily, Chuck running his hand through his hair on his own pleasure tinged sigh.

Although conceiving their second child in a limo might not have been her original plan, she couldn't think of a more appropriate way to start trying. The year is definitely off to the best possible start, and she can't wait for it to continue.

#chuck x blair #chair #chuck and blair #blair x chuck #blair and chuck #gossip girl #blair waldorf #chuck bass #henry bass #gossip girl fanfiction #chuck x blair fanfiction #chuck and blair fanfiction #mine: fics #fics: gg #derena #pls let me know what u think!! #I've been wanting to do a multi chapter fic for ages so I hope u enjoy it!! #fic: 525000

[youdontjustgiveup]

August: Chapter 1

( ao3 | ff )

Summary: As the days stretched on and the summer heat intensified, the bonds between four friends were tested like never before. Secrets, desires, and insecurities simmered beneath the surface, and the Hamptons – a place of luxury and escape – became the crucible in which their true selves would be revealed.

Pairing: Chuck x Blair

Word Count: 3k

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Notes: My history with Gossip Girl goes back fifteen years. It was my first tv show, my first ship, my first introduction to fanfiction. The memories are endless, both the good and the bad, and I wanted to create something that I would have loved as a teenager, obsessed with these characters that I still deeply adore. They were my entire world, and while it wasn't always smooth sailing, the good moments were truly exceptional. This story is a gift to my younger self; she deserved more happiness and less judgment from others. Special thanks to @last-wish for all his help beta-reading and sharing his infinite wisdom with me.

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August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine

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The sun-drenched sands of the Hamptons welcomed the arrival of summer with open arms, as if eager to embrace the privileged few who sought refuge from the bustling streets of Manhattan. Among the elite, a group of four friends had gathered in this luxurious haven, their laughter and carefree spirits carrying on with the gentle breeze.

Blair Waldorf stepped out of the pristine beach house, her dark curls catching the sunlight. The turquoise waters glistened in the distance, and the scent of salt mingled with the delicate fragrance of blooming flowers. But for all its beauty, the Hamptons couldn’t hide the fissures that had begun to form within their tight-knit group.

Blair’s gaze drifted to Nate Archibald, her boyfriend, and the source of her growing unease. They had embarked on this summer retreat with high hopes of rekindling their flame, yet the spark seemed to flicker with each passing day. Nate’s attention was undeniably divided, and the reason was clear to anyone who cared to look—Serena van der Woodsen.

Nate and Serena laughed under the summer sun, and a pang of jealousy and frustration gnawed at Blair’s insides. She forced a smile, playing the role of the oblivious girlfriend, but her heartache was palpable beneath the façade. 

Chuck Bass lounged on a nearby chaise, his signature smirk gracing his lips as he surveyed the scene with a detached amusement. His feelings for Blair had always been a labyrinth of complexity, a tangle of desire and self-imposed restraint, but he had learned to bury those emotions deep beneath layers of charm and arrogance. 

From the moment he met the brunette all those years ago, Chuck had found himself drawn to Blair’s side, offering witty banter, a scheming partner and a sympathetic ear. He recognized the turmoil she was battling, for he too had his own demons to contend with. 

But Blair’s struggles extended beyond the complexities of her relationships. The weight of her failing romance with Nate and the suffocating standards imposed by her dear mother had ignited a dangerous spark within her–her old friend had returned. In the quiet moments when the others were asleep or lost in their own worlds, Blair found herself ensnared in a cycle of secrecy and self-destruction.

Amid this complex web of emotions, Serena van der Woodsen floated through the summer like a carefree dreamer, seemingly oblivious to the storm brewing around her. Her laughter echoed through the beach house, her smile as bright as the sun, yet her presence only served to deepen the fractures that threatened to tear the group apart.

“Enjoying the view, Waldorf?” Chuck drawled, breaking into Blair’s thoughts. “Seems like summer sun is not the only thing heating up the Hamptons.”

“Look at them. All polished, all smiles, not a single hair out of place.” Chuck continued, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips. “Utter perfection.” 

“Save it for someone who gives a damn, Bass.” 

“Oh, I most definitely think you do.”

“I most definitely do not,” Blair shot back, attempting to ignore the tug at her heartstrings. 

“Waldorf, you’re losing your touch.”

His observation stung, hitting too close to the mark. Lately, the delicate house of cards of Blair’s meticulously crafted life seemed to be crumbling at an alarming pace. Her stomach churned. She needed to compose herself, and fast. The scene unfolding before her meant nothing. Nate was her boyfriend. Serena was her best friend. And Chuck was… well, Chuck. The lines were clear. The bond shared among the four of them had been unwavering since childhood—a bond she couldn’t let weaken now. If she repeated that mantra enough, perhaps she could convince herself of its truth. 

A few minutes passed before Chuck disrupted the silence. “They don’t understand.” 

“Understand what?”

“What it means to be like us. How it truly feels.”

“I am nothing like you,” She retorted sharply. She couldn’t be.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Serena and Nate were still engrossed in their absorbing conversation, causing Blair’s lips to curve again into a forced smile. Chuck rose from his chaise and leaned in beside her, his voice a low murmur that barely grazed her ear.

“It really looks like the perfect summer romance, doesn’t it?” he insisted, pushing her buttons for the second time that day. 

There was that word again. Perfect.

“Too perfect, if you ask me.” 

“And when have things been perfect in our world, Blair?”

“Touché, Chuck.” Her mask of composure gradually gave away, though not fully fading. 

Blair had striven her entire life for perfection—the very embodiment of poise in her mother’s eyes, the ideal size, impeccable grades, never a blemish on her pristine tongue, the flawless girlfriend for Nate, never uttering a complaint, eagerly awaiting the Vanderbilt ring to grace her finger. Her life seemed to follow the perfect path, step by step. Always content to play the role of the impeccable friend, she found herself relegated to second place, perpetually in the shadow of the effortlessly radiant Serena. However, perfection continued to elude her grasp, no matter how far she went or how fast she ran; Blair could never quite catch it.

The only place in her world where perfection wasn’t required, or even expected, was with the boy standing right beside her. 

Yet, she was nowhere ready to accept defeat. Giving up wasn’t in her vocabulary; after all, she was Blair Waldorf. A Waldorf was never allowed to falter. She had to be perfect, even if it meant losing herself along the way.

“Blair, look,” Chuck interjected, sensing her unmistakable inner struggle. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile return to her lips. 

“Shut up, Bass.” A faint hint of her usual wit tugged at the corners of her mouth, a familiar occurrence whenever she used her favorite nickname for him. But she didn’t follow through.

The brunette strode towards their best friends, and as Chuck’s gaze lingered a moment too long on the curves of her body, she turned to face him. The mask was firmly in place, the façade up. 

“Come on. We can’t let the blonds have all the fun.”  

With synchronized steps, Blair and Chuck approached the shoreline, where Nate and Serena lounged on separate beach towels, their laughter and voices carried by the soft breeze. Serena was basking in the sun, while Nate seemed to be indulging whatever inane thing Serena was chattering about. Typical. 

“Nathaniel. Serena,” Chuck greeted his friends. “We couldn’t resist the allure of your picturesque beach side rendezvous.”

Nate’s smile widened. “Hey, guys!” 

Serena’s eyes lit up as she welcomed them with open arms. “Come join us! The water’s perfect, the sun is glorious, and we’ve got space to spare.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Chuck quipped, taking a daring leap onto Serena’s towel. His left arm found its way to rest on one of her long legs. Serena kicked it off right away. “Don’t be so feisty, Serena.”  

Blair rolled her eyes, but quickly recovered, a well-practiced smile plastered on her face. She settled beside Nate, linking arms.

“What were you guys talking about?” Blair’s voice chimed, a touch higher in pitch. Her fingers gave Nate’s arm an intentional squeeze, a bit too firm. She couldn’t suppress the urge to intrude upon the little bubble their friends had created moments ago. The knot in her stomach refused to untangle. Chuck barely managed to stifle a laugh, keenly aware that Blair could put on quite a show for everyone except him.

“Remember when we used to build sandcastles here?” Serena replied, a soft smile playing on her lips, a dreamy look in her eyes. “That one time when we’d spent hours crafting the whole thing, only for Chuck to fall and destroy it in seconds?” she chuckled at the memory. “He just couldn’t bear to part with his drink, and, well, it ended up all over his shirt,” she added, sharing a knowing glance with Blair.

Blair’s lips twitched with amusement. “What was it?” she asked, playing along.

Serena’s laughter bubbled forth as she incorporated herself into the towel, sitting. "Remember the look on his face?” she mimicked Chuck’s stunned expression, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.

Nate’s grin mirrored Serena’s as he chimed in, “He was so pissed.” 

Chuck rolled his eyes dramatically. “Ah, yes, by all means, keep mocking me,” he remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “And that shirt never recovered, by the way.”

“Don’t pin the sandcastle collapse on me, sis,” Chuck added, looking at Serena. Then, with a playful smirk, he continued, “It was the princess’s fault,” pointing at Blair.

“How many times do I have to remind you that—” Serena smacked Chuck’s arm. “I’m not your sister.” 

Blair scanned the sand for an appropriate object to emphasize her point, seized one of Nate’s sandals, and hurled it teasingly at Chuck. “It was not my fault, you bastard.”

Chuck raised his arms in a mock surrender.

“Calm down, you two,” Nate interjected, though it was not necessary. He unclasped his arm from Blair’s and casually draped it over her shoulders, smiling from ear to ear. Then, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head.

“If I recall correctly, I merely suggested the princess lend a hand, given her conspicuous lack of activity all morning.” A sly grin was playing on Chuck’s lips as he quipped. Blair had chosen to sunbathe rather than help, lounging on her towel with her sunglasses on, soaking up the sun while the rest, mainly Nate, did the heavy lifting.

“Pot calling the kettle black, aren’t we?” Blair scoffed.

“...and she managed to kick me.” Chuck finished, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Don’t underestimate your strength, Waldorf.”

While the four of them continued to share anecdotes and laughter, Blair couldn’t help but acknowledge that there was no place she’d rather be than right here, surrounded by her three closest friends.

Nate’s smile momentarily lingered on Blair before shifting to Serena. There was something different in his expression when he looked at the blonde, a change Blair chose to ignore. After all, she clung to the hopeful thought that everything would eventually fall into place. Yet, little did she know that the place she sought might not align with her desires. 

“So, are we all set for tonight?” Blair inquired, activating her micromanaging mode. Her words carried a sharp edge of scrutiny, a testament to her meticulous attention to detail and her insistence on ensuring that every element of the upcoming event was in its precise place.

“Eric said that Lily’s already on her way to Dubai to meet Bart,” Serena stated. “The house is all ours.”

At the mention of Bart, Chuck’s demeanor subtly shifted. He masterfully masked it by closing his eyes, as if savoring the touch of the summer breeze. The contrast between his calm exterior and the emotions stirred by his father’s name was a skillful display that only a few could detect. Yet, behind this façade, the painful truth stood resolute: Bart Bass preferred the distance of miles and the presence of others over spending even a fleeting moment in his son’s company. Chuck had painfully learned that separation was a shield against inevitable disappointment and pain—a harsh reality he confronted each time he attempted to bridge the gap, all to no avail.

Blair, eager to keep the conversation going, interjected, “Everything’s falling into place. Dorota’s almost done, decorations are up, and the playlist is ready. The only thing missing is—” 

Chuck’s eyes flickered open. “Relax, no need to worry. I’ll bring the booze.”

“It’s not as if Lily hasn’t stocked every cabinet with alcohol, Chuck,” Serena added.

“I won’t be nursing martinis all night. I’m not your mother.” 

“Will Dan be joining us?” Blair redirected the conversation. 

Her friend’s relationship with the Brooklynite had been tumultuous at best. After a sweet start, filled with shy smiles and glances, a lack of communication and a lot of victim-blaming rocked her friend’s world, leaving behind a messy aftermath. One that Blair often found herself cleaning up. She opposed the relationship more than anyone else, not wanting her friend to experience that kind of heartbreak ever again. However, Serena remained determined to mend things with him, much to the dismay of those around her. 

Nonetheless, Dan’s presence always had an unexpected benefit—it kept Nate away from Serena, directing all the attention to Blair herself. As it should, in Blair’s view. After all, every cloud does indeed have its silver lining. 

“Why the interest? I thought you hated that guy,” Nate said, his irritation evident.

Great. Just great.  

“Believe me, Nate, I do.”

“I don’t know. He hasn’t replied to any of my texts since last night. He’s probably busy,” Serena finally said. 

“I’m sure he is,” Chuck raised an eyebrow, his trademark smirk returning. “The question is, with whom.”

“If he does come… Behave. Both of you. I’m not saying it twice,” Serena’s tone turned unexpectedly stern. Blair and Chuck exchanged a knowing look.

Serena abruptly stood up, mentioning that she needed to see Eric to ensure everything was in order. As if she could check every detail without a single butterfly catching her attention. Then, everyone would complain about the subpar decorations, dim lighting and questionable music choices. 

Blair fought against the urge to follow.

“Take it easy,” Nate’s voice held a soothing tone. “She won't mess things up.”

“Oh, of course not. Serena’s known for her impeccable event planning skills.”

Nate’s brow furrowed in response. 

Blair rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh. “Nate, you’ve seen her in action. Planning and attention to detail aren’t exactly her strong suits.”

“Well, she’s good at this. Same as you.”

Chuck discreetly looked away from his two closest friends as Nate attempted to ease the tension, a reassuring smile on his lips.

At Blair’s silence, Nate shifted uncomfortably. “Blair, can we just enjoy the day? Let’s not overanalyze everything,” he tried. 

“Ever the Serena defender,” Blair murmured under her breath. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He looked down at Blair, his arm slipping away from her shoulder.

“Would it kill you if, for once, you stood by my side?”

“This isn’t about picking sides.” 

“Isn’t that how it always turns out?” 

Nate’s jaw tightened, his gaze holding steady. “Blair, you’re not being fair.”

Blair’s eyes blazed with frustration, her voice cutting. “Fair? After everything, that’s what you have to say?”

“You know I’m here for you.”

“Clearly.”

Nate turned to Chuck, shrugging his shoulders, as if silently urging him to intervene and fix things.  

Meanwhile, Blair attempted to stand up and follow the path Serena had taken moments before, but Nate’s grip on her arm stopped her. 

“I’m sorry,” Nate’s apology was automatic, a rehearsed response to Blair's frustrations. He had mastered the art of placating her. “You’re right.” 

Blair sighed, her shoulders drooping as she settled back onto the beach towel.

Chuck’s patience was wearing thin. The incessant back-and-forth among his friends had become an incredibly wearisome ordeal. Annoyance coursed through him as he witnessed once again how Nate’s words and actions seemed to chip away at Blair’s spirit. Her light and fire dimming as she played the role of the perfect girlfriend. 

As the tension began to ease, Nate cleared his throat, his voice gentler now as he attempted to shift the mood. “I’ve got a surprise for you, something special.” 

“A surprise? Really? What is it?”

Nate nodded, a small grin forming on his lips. “You’ll have to wait until tonight.”

Blair’s eyebrows raised in intrigue. 

“You’re being quite mysterious, Archibald,” Chuck said, his tone tinged with amusement. 

Nate chuckled at Chuck’s comment. “Don’t worry, Chuck. You’ll find out eventually.”

Blair rolled her eyes in playful exasperation. “No need to be jealous. I’m not going to steal your boyfriend.”

“Relax, Waldorf. I’m fully aware of my role.”

“And you play it so well,” Blair scoffed, a smirk dancing on her lips. 

With that, Blair leaned in and pecked Nate’s lips, her smile radiant. “I need to get ready,” she said, her excitement palpable.

Nate grinned back at her, his eyes sparkling. “I’ll be looking forward to that.”

As Blair walked away, Chuck leaned in closer to Nate, his tone skeptical. “So, tell me about this grand surprise.”

Nate shrugged with a sheepish grin, leaning closer to Chuck. “Well, you see... In fact, I may need your help.”

“My help? For what?”

“I might have exaggerated. I’m hoping you can help me in making the surprise happen. The whole thing.”

“You’re dragging me into your mess, aren’t you?”

Nate chuckled nervously, sensing Chuck’s reluctance. “Yeah, well, you’re the only one who can pull it off.”

“Nathaniel, you owe me big time.”

Blair made her way back to the elegant Hamptons beach house, her thoughts swirling with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. What could Nate have planned? As she stepped into the luxurious interior, the memories of countless summers flooded her mind. No matter her anxieties, things always worked out in the end and it was clear that she had acted foolishly and overreacted at the sight of Nate and Serena. 

Climbing the grand staircase, Blair headed to the spacious bedroom she had chosen for the summer and closed the door behind her, enveloping herself in the surroundings. The soft, pastel colors and tasteful decor offered her comfort.

Her wardrobe held an exquisite collection of designer outfits, each carefully chosen. Tonight was definitely special, and she wanted to look her best. Her fingers danced over the array of dresses hanging in her closet until a tulle, black dress caught her eye – elegant yet subtle, it seemed perfect for the occasion.

As she envisioned herself wearing it, a wave of warmth spread through her. The knot in her stomach, that familiar feeling of unease, appeared to loosen its grip. The thought of spending a magical evening with Nate, surrounded by the ocean breeze and starlit sky, filled her with anticipation.

With absolute determination, or perhaps a desperate hopefulness, she steeled herself. Blair was determined not to let her insecurities win this time. Nate was planning a surprise for her, not her best friend. 

Tonight was going to be perfect.

#gossip girl #gossip girl fanfiction #chuck x blair #chuck bass #blair waldorf #chair #chair fanfiction #chuck x blair fanfiction #fics #* #it's the first one i post so i'm a bit (very) nervous about it #i would love to read your thoughts about it #it's set in the first seasons with a bit of creative license to do my own thing #also i started writing it this summer hence the theme

[leclercstarrs]

sfw hcs, nate archibald.

summary: nate and sfw hcs!

warnings: not yet proofread!

notes: sorry for the inactivity but i plan on this being my first comeback post aka i’m returning very soon! stay tuned for my halloween event 🤭

The original and best golden retriever boyfriend out there.

He’s so obsessed with you, literally worships the ground you walk on.

It took some time for the two of you to finally get together, as you were worried about Blair’s reaction, but she ended up being supportive, since you were happy.

He loves spoiling you but hates when you spoil him. He’ll buy you anything you want or ask for but as soon as you spend even a dollar on him, he’ll insist on paying you back or buying you something in return.

His favourite date with you isn’t some expensive restaurant, he just loves when he gets to come over to your house and order takeout while watching a movie.

That being said, he doesn’t mind going out to a fancy place if you ask. Of course, he insists on paying though.

Whenever he’s having family issues and needs to get away, he always goes to you for comfort and a place to stay until he’s back on his feet.

Speaking of family issues, even though he doesn’t always know how to voice his appreciation, you’re always there to step up and defend him against his father or anyone else whenever he can’t.

Your family adores him and constantly asks about him, he’s literally the most respectful boyfriend you could’ve asked for.

Nate definitely loves wearing couples costumes during Halloween or having a sleepover and wearing matching pyjamas during Christmas, even though he pretends it’s silly.

In conclusion, this man loves you so much and sees you as his lifetime partner, you’re just so special to him.

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𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, chapter 3

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ! so much drama, mention of underage drinking, angst, pretty much nothing else

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As the sun set, you and Serena walked alongside one another. The New York air was cold, you certainly didn't miss the unrelenting weather of New York. Serena's arm looped into yours as you walked, enjoying each other's company.

"Look, don't take what Blair said to heart. She's just hurt that you left without saying anything." You began as you looked up at the taller blonde.

She looked like she was debating something in her head before she spoke up. "I know, I'm not worried. I'm talking to her tonight and hopefully it'll be the end of this whole Blair thing. I just want everything to be back the way it was."

"Me too. But it will be, I'm sure Blair will find a way to look past this whole thing." You reassured Serena as you two walked the streets, your face cold to the touch because of the temperature.

"So, what's going on with you and your family?" Serena questioned as she changed the focus back to you.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, the weight of Serena's question settling heavily. "Well, where do I even begin?" you muttered, a wry smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"It's... complicated," you began, choosing your words carefully. "My dad just told me this morning that him and his wife are having a new baby."

"Oh, wow." Serena's eyes widen in shock as she stared down at me. "How long have they even been married?"

"Like, a year." You chuckled, looking up at the blonde's empathetic gaze. "It's been tough to watch it happen. I missed you, a lot. It hurt me too that... you just left without a word."

Serena's gaze softened as she heard your words. You were always the understanding one but it looked like this time, she really did hurt you. "It wasn't because of you or Blair." She began, her expression gulity as she continued to speak. "I had to escape, Y/N. My parents, Blair, just New York. It was beginning to weigh on me. And now I'm back and I have to..." She paused as she looked back at me.

"What? It's okay, you can tell me." You spoke softly as she sighed. She was debating whether or not telling you was the best idea before she realized that it was just you, maybe the most trustworthy person she knows - or maybe in the whole Upper East-Side.

Serena exhaled before she continued. "Eric... He attempted."

She didn't have to continue or give you more context for you to understand. Your jaw slightly slacked as she spoke. Eric? The sweetest boy ever and her little brother?

"I still don't even know why." Serena began as she scoffed. "I feel like a shitty sister. I didn't even know he was feeling like this, Y/N. And when I found out, it was... too late. I didn't see the signs, or maybe I just didn't want to."

You couldn't even imagine the guilt Serena felt as she spoke. "I'm so sorry, Serena," you murmured, your heart aching for your friend as she shared her pain with you.

Serena let out a shaky breath, her gaze meeting yours as she silently conveyed her gratitude. "I just... I needed to get away, to clear my head," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "But now, being back here, it's like everything's come rushing back. And I don't know how to handle it."

"I know how you feel." You responded, a faint smile on your face as Serena stopped before pulling you into a tight, unexpected hug. You hugged for a few more moments before Serena began to pull away, sniffling.

"You have no idea how relieving it is to hear you say that, Y/N/N. At least I have you on my side, right?" Her voice broke slightly as her lips curved into a sad smile.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you returned Serena's embrace, the weight of her words sinking deep into your heart. "Always, Serena," you whispered, your voice choked with tears. "You'll always have me."

Serena nodded, a glimmer of hope flickering in her blue eyes as she wiped away a stray tear. "Thank you, Y/N," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

"No need to thank me," you replied, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "That's what friends are for."

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Music played through a speaker as you curled your hair in the middle of Blair's huge room. You two were getting ready for the Kiss on the Lips party and you weren't gonna lie, you were excited. One thing you definitely missed were the Manhattan parties, they were always so fun and entertaining, something you were craving right about now.

And you needed a distraction from the impending drama of your family, of course.

The up-beat music filled the spacious room, adding to the excitement in the air ss you curled your hair. You stole glances at Blair, who was applying her makeup in front of the vanity.

"You excited for tonight?" Blair asked, her gaze meeting yours through the mirror.

"Yeah, I missed these parties. Parisians definitely don't party like we do." You smirked as Blair laughed. "And you're looking extra stunning tonight, Blair," you commented, admiring her reflection in the mirror.

Blair flashed you a grateful smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thanks, Y/N. You're not looking too bad yourself," she replied, her tone teasing as she turned to give you a playful wink.

You began trying to tie your hair back but kept failing. An annoyed scoff left your mouth before Blair turned her attention back to you, getting up from her vanity to come and join you. "Need help?"

You looked up at your best friend, a smile enveloping on your lips as you nodded. "Yes, please." You let out a laugh as she joined you, grabbing your hair and beginning to tie it up.

"So you're telling me you spent six months in Paris and still don't know how to put your hair in a good half-up half-down style?" Blair teased as you laughed again.

Blair's playful banter eased the tension that had been building within you, and you couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing remark.

"Hey, I was too busy soaking up the culture to worry about perfecting my hair tying skills," you retorted, a grin spreading across your face as Blair arranged your hair into a effortless half-up half-down style.

When you two were kids, Serena, Blair and you had something you were very good at. For Serena, it was her fashion sense and for Blair, it was her amazing hair skills. And for you, it was makeup. So when you would all get ready, Blair would always help you with your hair and Serena would help you with your outfit, and in return you would help them with their makeup, that's the way it's always been.

Well, except now.

Blair smirked, her fingers deftly weaving your locks into a half-up half-down style. "Well, lucky for you, you've got me to help you out," she replied with a wink, her confidence evident.

"Is Nate coming with us in the limo?" You asked, trying to act nonchalant as Blair helped you with your hair.

She paused before continuing. "Yeah, he is. And speaking of Nate, um... I actually needed to talk to you about something."

Your heart began racing as Blair finished your hair, moving to take a seat next to you. "You kissed Nate."

Your heart dropped as Blair spoke, feeling instantly guilty. "Blair, I promise that I was-"

"Drunk and confused, I know. Nate told me, don't worry." She had a smile on her lips as she continued to gaze back at you. As you observed her expression more, she didn't seem angry at all. "It doesn't matter because you both were drunk. And you're my real best friend."

"Blair, I promise you that it was just a peck. And it was no feelings whatsoever." You couldn't stop the lies from leaving your mouth as Blair nodded.

"Nate told me," she repeated. "Listen, you've been there for me since we were kids. And you didn't leave me like Serena did. Plus, I know you and I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. So let tonight mark the day we just leave all this drama in the past?"

You were surprised at Blair's maturity and the genuine forgiveness she extended toward you.. Despite the guilt gnawing at you, her words brought a sense of relief, knowing that she trusted you enough to let go of the incident with Nate.

"Yeah, of course," you replied, a sense of gratitude washing over you. "Thank you, Blair. I really appreciate it."

"Nate is your best friend, too. I don't want you to feel like you need to cut him out of your life, okay?" Blair's voice softened as she turned back to face you, her eyes filled with genuine concern.

"It's not that easy, Blair. And plus, I wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." You tried to make up an excuse but Blair's gaze was unrelenting as she shook her head.

"One kiss won't ruin a whole friendship." She scoffed as she silented you quickly. "Don't think of it as for Nate, do it for me. He needs you, Y/N."

He needs you, that echoed in your mind for a few seconds as you tried to think of a way to respond. She was right; Nate had been there for you through thick and thin, just as you had been for him. But the memory of that kiss, however brief and inconsequential it seemed, still gnawed at you.

"I know you're looking out for both of us, Blair," you finally replied, meeting her gaze with sincerity. "And I appreciate that. I'll try to... be there for Nate, for you."

Blair's expression softened, a hint of relief flickering in her eyes. "Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot to me."

"And one more thing." Blair spoke as she got up, beginning to walk to her vanity. "Serena is not to be trusted. You're the only real person I know right now and... I just want to tell you because you're far too forgiving to be friends with a person like Serena. She doesn't want what's best for you."

You felt a knot form in your stomach as Blair's words sank in. Serena had always been a source of comfort for you and Blair. You thought that Serena had fixed this whole mess earlier. Blair's warning cast a shadow of doubt over your perception of her.

"What do you mean?" you asked, your voice tinged with concern as you followed Blair to her vanity, unable to shake off the feeling of unease. "Blair, she's our best friend. You can't just cut her out-"

"She's not our best friend anymore. Just trust me, okay?" Blair turned to face you, her expression angry as she met your gaze. "And I don't want to see you get hurt."

You nodded slowly, absorbing Blair's warning with a mix of concern and uncertainty.

"But let's just focus on tonight, alright?" She began applying lip gloss as you watched her.

You were suddenly regretting coming back to the train-wreck that is the Upper-East Side drama.

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You all stepped out of the limo, the music from the party pulsating through the night air, adding to the excitement coursing through your veins. The Kiss on the Lips party was in full swing, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air as you made your way towards the entrance.

As you stepped onto the sidewalk, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through you, mingled with a touch of anxiousness because of the conversation you'd had with Blair, roughly an hour ago.

Blair linked her arm with yours, a reassuring gesture as she flashed you a confident smile. "Ready to have some fun?"

You returned her smile with a nod, determined to put aside any lingering doubts or worries for the night. "Absolutely. Let's make it a night to remember."

But before you two could walk away, Blair's eyes lingered to behind you as she rose her eyebrows. "Actually, you have someone you need to talk to."

You turned your head and your eyes fell on Nate. You rolled your eyes as you turned back at Blair. "Not now, Blair. I just want to get drunk and-"

"Now, Y/N." She gave you a strict look and before you could protest, she called over Nate. You silently cursed her as he came over to the two of you. You didn't know why she was so persistent on you making up with Nate.

Blair's insistence left you feeling slightly annoyed, but you knew there was no arguing with her when she had that determined look in her eyes. With a sigh, you turned your attention to Nate as he approached, his expression a mix of uncertainty and anticipation.

"Hey, guys." Nate greeted you, a nervous smile playing on his lips. His eyes shifted to Blair as she gave him a nod.

You sighed inwardly, getting yourself ready to the inevitable conversation. "Hey, Nate. What's up?"

Blair glanced between the two of you, a hint of satisfaction in her expression before she excused herself, disappearing into the crowd with Kati and Isabel.

"I, uh... wanted to talk to you," Nate began, his gaze shifting between you and the ground. "Let's go somewhere more quiet."

"Sure," you replied, following Nate's lead as he guided you to a quieter corner of the room, away from everyone else.

Nate took a deep breath, his expression serious yet tinged with uncertainty. "Look, Y/N, I know things have been weird between us since... you know."

"Yeah," you replied softly, the memory of that drunken kiss still fresh in your mind despite your efforts to push it aside.

"I still meant what I said." Nate spoke softly and before you could protest, he continued. "I meant that I really do love you. I still do. But this morning, you were right. You are Blair's best friend and I can't pit you two against each other."

Your heart skipped a beat at Nate's confession, his words stirring a mix of emotions within you. You struggled to find the right response, caught between the weight of his words and the loyalty you felt towards Blair.

"But none of this matters without you, Y/N. When you left, I've never felt more alone." Nate let out a sigh as he gazed at you, almost adoringly. "I had no one to go to. Chuck doesn't understand like you do and it was the longest and worst six months of my life. I don't ever wanna lose you again, and if that means pushing aside my obvious feelings for you... then so be it."

"Nate, I..." You faltered, the words catching in your throat as you searched for the right response. His sincerity was palpable, his eyes pleading with you to understand the depth of his feelings. "I don't know what to say."

"I don't need you to." Nate offered you a small smile, his gaze unwavering as he reached out to gently grasp your hand. "I didn't know how to say it before. But I needed you to know, Y/N. You mean everything to me."

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, a flood of conflicting emotions washing over you. You knew the implications of his confession, the potential fallout it could have on with everyone. But in that moment, all you could focus on was the connection between you and Nate, the bond that had endured through the years.

"I missed you too, Nate," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't want to lose you either."

Nate's grin widened, a sense of relief washing over his features as he squeezed your hand in return. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

You slowly pulled your hand out of his grip as you sighed. "Then we need to just stay friends, okay?"

Nate's smile mirrored yours, a sense of relief evident in his expression. "Agreed," he said, extending a hand towards you. "Friends?"

"Friends," you affirmed, clasping his hand firmly in yours. "Now let's put everything in the past and get absolutely shit-faced tonight."

Nate chuckled, a genuine laugh escaping his lips as he nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan."

The venue was crowded as you and Nate walked back in. Decorative lights adorned the walls, casting a colorful glow throughout the room and adding to the atmosphere. You quickly found Blair again and she pulled you closer to her.

"Did you guys talk it out?" Blair inquired, her voice barely audible over the music as she gave you a small smile.

You nodded, a sense of relief flooding through you as you glanced at Nate standing beside you. "Yeah, we did. Everything's sorted now."

Blair's smile widened at your response, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. "Great! Kati, go get us some drinks," she instructed, turning to her friend with a commanding tone. Kati, always eager to please Blair, nodded and quickly disappeared into the crowd, her figure weaving effortlessly through the crowd.

After a few drinks, you and Blair danced as Lady Gaga played through the speakers. You threw your head back as you moved your body, unaware of the eyes watching you and Blair as you let go of all the worries. With each sway of your hips and toss of your hair, you felt the weight of the world lifting off your shoulders.

You laughed, watching Blair dance so freely. In that moment, as you laughed and danced alongside Blair, you felt a sense of pure joy wash over you. Nothing else mattered but the music, the laughter and the excitement of being with your closest friend after so long.

But of course this was Manhattan, that kind of excitement could only last so long without an interruption. Blair's gaze moved behind you and as you turned, you saw Serena walking through the crowd with a familiar looking man.

"What's Serena doing here?" Blair's bitter voice was heard over the music as she made her way over there. Nate scoffed as he followed her, pulling her arm to stop.

"Are you really gonna kick her out of the party?" Nate looked down at his girlfriend, annoyance evident on his face.

Blair scoffed as she met his gaze with a tinge of hurt. "Did you invite her?"

You stood in between them, confusion clear in your expression. What did you miss? You knew that Blair was mad at Serena, but what the hell did it have to do with Serena? "Guys, what the hell happened?"

Nate and Blair shared a look before she pulled her arm out of Nate's grip. His gaze seemed like pleading and hers seemed nothing short of livid. "What you missed was Nate sleeping with Serena at the Shepherd wedding."

Your heart dropped as you looked back at Nate. And with that, Blair walked away from the two of you, attempting to go find Serena. He did what?

Nate sleeping with Serena? It felt like a betrayal, not just to Blair, but to you as well. How could he do something like that, especially knowing the history between Blair and Serena, and the close bond you all shared?

You scoffed, giving Nate no room to speak. Pushing past Nate and the crowd, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the party. You needed time to process everything, to figure out where to go from here. But one thing was for sure: things would never be the same again.

As you ran out of the venue, you could hear Nate trailing close behind you.

Ignoring Nate's calls behind you, you quickened your pace, the weight of betrayal heavy on your shoulders. The cold night air hit you as you burst out of the venue, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you tried to make sense of the chaos inside your mind.

"Nate, just leave me alone," you called out, not bothering to turn back as you continued down the street, your heart pounding in your chest.

But Nate didn't give up, his footsteps echoing behind you as he caught up. "Y/N, please, just let me explain," he pleaded, his voice laced with desperation.

He finally grabbed your arm, making you stop as you whirled around to face him, your eyes flashing with anger and hurt. "Explain what, Nate? How could you do that?" You scoffed before continuing. "You slept with my best friend the same night you told me you loved me. How could you do that? And I'm not even gonna talk about Blair, cause I'm sure you already know."

"I was hurt, Y/N. I-I told you I loved you and you just ignored me, like it's some meaningless word." Nate's voice cracked with emotion as he spoke, his eyes pleading for understanding.

"But I was hurting too. I felt like you didn't care about me the way I cared about you, and I let that cloud my judgment. I made a terrible mistake, one that I regret every single day since it happened."

His words cut through your anger, stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within you. You wanted to be angry, to lash out at him for betraying so many people with one action. But you also couldn't ignore the pain in his voice, the genuine remorse in his eyes.

You sighed as you looked down at the floor. You pulled your arm out of his grasp, your gaze softening as you looked at him. "I need time, Nate. I don't think we can... we can just go back to how it was now."

Nate's expression fell, disappointment evident in his eyes as he took a step back, nodding in understanding. "I get it," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone on the sidewalk, lost in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. As you watched him disappear into the night, you couldn't help but wonder if forgiveness was possible after such a betrayal.

#gossip girl x you #gossip girl x reader #gossip girl #gossip girl fanfiction #nate archibald x reader #nate archibald x you #nate archibald #blair waldorf #serena van der woodsen #chuck bass #chuck bass x reader

[22reasonstolove]

Hello, readers. It's been such a long time, I'm not even sure where to begin. Honestly, I didn't think I'd write about this couple and this universe again, or write at all, but then last summer Chuck and Blair drew me back into their world and this story started to shape in my mind. It started as a simple one-shot built over a basic trope, just to get back into the groove; as I started typing it down, however, it became bigger and bigger, and deeper, and less light than I had imagined it, which is why I decided to publish it into two parts, to make it more accessible for whoever wants to read it.

You should read it as a portrayal of these characters' life together, of what a mature relationship and a solid marriage mean for them, and how their complexities fit into it. Overall, I did not restrain myself while writing this: what you read is my headcanon as it is, detailed and wide, and I made no compromises with my vision of the characters.

I should also warn my readers that I do not consider the Gossip Girl reboot canonical. I have nothing against it, and no particular issue with Chuck and Blair and Henry living their life in Paris; to put it simply, by the time the reboot came out, I had already spent years writing about my post-series headcanon, and so I no longer felt comfortable changing it. Happy reading! Cris

#chuck bass #blair waldorf #chuck x blair #chair #chuck and blair #gossip girl #gg #fanfiction

[ao3-fanfic-rec]

all the kids are depressed by trashfordair

Fandom: Gossip Girl

jenny humphrey is learning to be happy

Jenny Humphrey, <50k words, Angst and feels, post Chuck x Blair wedding

Completed

Thoughts: Jenny Humphrey deserved better. And I love that this fic tackles the very real problems Jenny would have been dealing with at the end of season 3 and throughout the remainder of the show timeline

#gossip girl fanfiction #jenny humphrey #gossip girl #mentions of chuck x blair #ao3 fanfic rec #gg gen fic

[nineteenthmay]

Chuck was silent. Did he know what she wanted? He knew all the small things - the easy things. Her favourite restaurants and novels and movies and plays, operas and music and pieces of jewellery. Clothes that she liked, flowers, her favourite colour. Underwear. He knew exactly what she wanted in bed, always. He knew how she liked to be kissed. He knew her favourite season, her favourite holidays, all her favourite places. He knew each and every one of her moods - when she was angry, or upset, or scared, or excited. He knew how to make her laugh. Knew how to make her cry, too. He knew how to turn her on and how to comfort her. Knew her favourite foods and desserts. Exactly what drink - which wine, which champagne - she would or wouldn't like. He knew her taste as well as he knew his own. He knew her ambitions and all her dreams. Her fears. He knew her insecurities, knew what worried her and kept her awake at night. He knew her nightmares. He knew her fantasies. He knew exactly who she was, and exactly who she wanted to be.

And he knew who she wanted. It scared him, but he knew who she wanted. He knew what she wanted. And he knew exactly what he wanted. Her. Always her.

Homecoming by Basscop69

#Gossip Girl #Chuck/Blair #chuck x blair #Chair #Chuck Bass #Blair Waldorf #fanfiction #these words describe the show canon perfectly

[suspensegirlbts]

#chair #chuck x blair #fanfiction #mine

[queenmillicentbystander]

Hey, I wrote a blog post about how special fanfiction is. It’s on a blog where I use my real name so please respect and avoid abusing that knowledge. Thanks!

#she ra #catra #adora #x files #logan x veronica #msr #veronica mars #blair and chuck #gossip girl #tom x b'elanna #star trek voyager #catradora #fanfiction #my blog #me #ao3 #archive of our own

[raeflora]

Rae could you share your top 3 chair fanfiction ?

(if you already did some fic rec just post the link pls I'm looking for some good Chair content 👌 )

hi!! I don't think I've done a fic rec on here before so this should be fun ty 🫶🏻🫶🏻 idk if I can do a top 3 lol there are so many good ones so these are in no real order but:

a stranger who's a friend by soubrettes_reverie on ao3 is my current obsession it's a s1 chair fic that's so so good and even though u know how it's gonna end it's written so well it sweeps u up. it's so addictive and spicy and just a beautiful window into early chair

august by @youdontjustgiveup is also on ao3. another early chair fic but kinda deviating from canon and giving us the chair summer content we deserved, it's so beautifully written and really gets into their dynamic and I'm so excited to read what happens next bc it's such a captivating fic

anything by @22reasonstolove really her chuck characterisation is stunning and I adore her take on post-series chair and their dynamic and the writing is so beautiful and they're really well done

take me out (& take me home) and golden hour by mightystranger (itiswhatitisbutterfly) on ao3 are such fun fics with all different bits of chair's timeline in and they were some of the first fics I read and they're kinda comforting in a way it's just chair happiness and so nicely written

idk if they're still on tumblr but @varietyofwords has some amazing chair fics from post-series cuteness to au to angst. I especially love the aperture series and the visuals series, they're so re-readable and just so fun for different reasons

idk if they're still on tumblr either but @breakfastatharrywinston had some amazing chair fic drabbles which I just devoured bc they're so well done and so tonally similar to the show if that makes sense there's such a variety

jackpot and rosso valentino by babyvampp on ao3 are both wonderful and spicy but still with plot and lovely characterisation

anything by about150times bc there's such a range of amazing au's and canon compliant fics which are so well written and compelling

#ask #answered #gossip girl #gossip girl fanfiction #chuck x blair fanfiction #blair waldorf #chuck bass #chuck x blair #chair #gossip girl fic #gossip girl fic rec

[youdontjustgiveup]

August: Chapter 17

( ao3 | ff )

Previous Chapters: [link]

Summary: Blair deals with Chuck's alarming state of intoxication while trying to keep it together amid unwanted guests like Georgina Sparks.

Pairing: Chuck x Blair

Word Count: 4.3k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: None

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For the second time that evening, Blair Waldorf found herself rooted to the spot on the upper deck of Nate Archibald’s suffocating, ill-fated yacht. The once warm and golden sun had vanished entirely, leaving a desolate darkness in its wake. The moon loomed low, casting a spectral glow over the vast expanse of the ocean. Laughter and music now echoed as hollow whispers, drowned out by the cacophony of Blair’s profound emptiness. Her entire body hummed relentlessly, nausea clawing at her insides. 

“Blair!” The call reached her ears, distant and muffled, followed by words she couldn’t quite understand. 

Her eyes refused to focus, the world around her reduced to a disorienting haze. A pair of hands shook her, trying to pierce the thick fog that enveloped her senses. On the floor lay a figure, its usual swagger and charisma replaced by unsettling stillness, like a discarded puppet left for the merciless waves to claim. 

Fingers snapped frantically in front of her face, and the surrounding blur began to clear.

“Chuck?” Blair’s voice quivered, barely finding its way through the air.

A desperate call.

It all came rushing back: the game thick with resentment, saturated with the acrid stench of alcohol, and tainted with the sting of jealousy. A fist met a face in a single, powerful blow amid waves of disbelief, pain and disappointment, with words slashing like knives. A cruel mouth pressed against his neck, hands on his chest, broken hearts, and still more alcohol—too much alcohol. Blair rushed to his side. Why did he have to drink so much? What drove this relentless pursuit of self-destruction? Why did he insist on courting death, beckoning its icy grip with every sip? When had the train gone so violently off the rails to lead to this? Kneeling, her perfectly manicured hand reached out to shake his shoulder.

No response. 

Each jostle grew more frantic than the last. “Chuck! Hey! Wake up. You have to wake up.” 

But still, silence reigned. 

Serena’s eyes widened. “Is he…?” she asked.

“What?” Blair snapped. Her response came out in a sharp, guttural growl, her neck almost cracking. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“He’s not responding,” Serena said.

Her friend’s words hit her like a physical blow, stealing the air from her lungs. “Shut up, Serena. Just shut the fuck up,” she spat out.

Tears welled in her eyes as she kept shaking him, pinching him, even resorting to small hits, all in a desperate attempt to bring him back to consciousness. To see his eyes open again. As if the sheer force of her touch or the depth of their connection could bridge the gap between them, could penetrate whatever distant place he now occupied, and compel him to return to her, just as he’d always done before.

Yet, he remained motionless, the heavy scent of distilled spirits surrounding him. 

Why wasn’t he waking up?

Her fists clenched tightly at his shirt, her nails digging into the fabric. “You selfish bastard,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “You always have to take it too far, don’t you? You think you’re invincible, but deep down, you’re just a coward. You think you can push us away, keep us at arm’s length so that you won’t get hurt. But you’ll get hurt all the same.”

“Damn you, Chuck Bass,” she continued, her voice starting to shake. “Do you have any idea what you’re putting me through? Or do you simply not care? You arrogant, insufferable, inconsiderate blockhead.”

“I… I hate you so much.” Her tirade was punctuated by a sob. “Oh my god, I can’t. Please, please, please wake up. I need you.”

“Calm down,” Serena said. 

“Do not dare tell me to calm down. You’re the one insinuating that he’s…” Blair couldn’t bring herself to say it. “He cannot do this to me. He is fine. He has to be.” 

Though she tried to sound convincing, the anguish of not really knowing what was happening tore her apart like a hungry predator. Chuck’s recklessness, his constant flirtation with alcohol and drugs, was a fire he played with far too often. And now, it seemed, those flames licked hungrily at his heels, poised to devour him whole.

If not this time, would it be the next? How much more could he take? Each day he pushed himself one step closer to the precipice, and Blair feared the day when the consequences would be irreversible. The day when there would be no rope to hold on to.

Her index and middle fingers pressed against Chuck’s wrist, seeking the reassuring, solid thump of a pulse. But the blood coursing through his veins remained nerve-rackingly silent. With each passing second, with each absent throb, her heart ironically pounded louder in her chest.

Blair quickly moved her digits to the carotid artery at his neck. There, she found it: a faint, almost imperceptible beat, but undeniably there. Leaning her forehead against his still form, she inhaled sharply, gasping for air as her best friend’s hand rested on her back.

“He is going to be fine,” Blair repeated.

“What happened?” her friend asked.

There was no way she could be that dense. 

“Seriously?” Blair straightened up, her hand resting on Chuck’s chest. “Do I really have to spell it out for you, of all people? Take a good look at him. Maybe it will jog some memories. He’s knocked back enough booze to outmatch his own body weight.”

“Wasn’t he with Georgina?”

That was right, he was. But that serpent was nowhere to be found. There was no trace of her, as if what Blair had witnessed moments before was nothing more than a cruel figment of her imagination. Where was she? Where had that vile creature slithered off to?

“I’m going to kill her.” The words escaped Blair’s lips like a sacred oath, her jaw clenched so tight it felt like her teeth might break, every muscle in her face tensed with anger. Anger at Georgina for callously abandoning him like this. For extending a tempting hand into the abyss. Anger at Chuck for succumbing to alcohol once again instead of fighting to save their relationship. For giving up on himself, on her. Anger at her friends for being nosy, entitled assholes. But in the midst of the outward anger, there was a deeper, more painful anger at herself.

“She better run as fast as her outdated heels can carry her because if I so much as catch a glimpse of her again, I swear on everything that is sacred that I’ll end her.”

Serena’s eyes darted around, scanning the deck. “Should we call for help? Maybe get an ambulance? Should we tell Nate?” 

“No,” Blair said firmly. “We are definitely not going to do that.”

“Why not?”

“What do you think?”

“But he’s our friend. He’d want to know.” 

“I couldn’t care less,” she declared with steely resolve. “That’s precisely what he gets for playing the role of the ‘good friend’ so convincingly.”

The Golden Boy was categorically out of the equation, but that didn’t mean time wasn’t still slipping away like sand through an hourglass. They needed a plan, and they needed it fast. The music blared on, the partygoers growing louder and more uninhibited with each passing moment. It was only a matter of time before someone sought out the upper deck for a little more privacy. They couldn’t afford to stay out in the open much longer, exposed to prying eyes and wagging tongues. To be the chatter of the upper crust, if they weren’t already. “Let’s get him off this damn yacht first. Then we can figure out our next move.” 

“What if he…”

“Shut it, Serena.”

Pooling their strength, Blair and Serena tried to lift Chuck’s body. The weight proved too much, and fatigue quickly set in, causing Blair’s arms to tire out. With a gasp, they lowered Chuck back to the floor. 

“We need help,” her best friend insisted. “We need Nate.”

Blair’s response was a withering look, a silent, definitive refusal to involve the fourth member of their group. Serena could cry all she wanted; no meant no. The mere thought of seeing or talking to Nate right now made her skin crawl. More importantly, she was dead set against him getting anywhere near Chuck, even if that meant summoning strength she didn’t know she had to haul Chuck’s body herself. With or without Serena’s help.

“Come on, Bass,” she muttered under her breath. “Work with us here.”

“Blair…”

“We’re not telling Nate, and that’s final. Stop wasting your breath trying to bring your boyfriend into this and focus on being useful for once.”

In that moment, suspended between current and past flames, Chuck’s eyelids fluttered, and Blair’s heart skipped a beat. It was far from the coherent reaction she was looking for, but at least it was something. It was short-lived, though. His eyes flickered open briefly, then drifted, unfocused, before closing again.

No, no, no. 

“Hey!” Blair pinched his arm. “Wake up.” Chuck remained unresponsive, his silence once again unnerving. Frustration boiled inside Blair, bubbling over as she couldn’t hold back any longer. “You idiot! Wake up.”

“Can’t you see he’s not well?” 

“Don’t,” Blair interjected sharply, cutting her off. “Just... don’t. He’s going to be fine. Because if he isn’t, if anything happens to him... He better be alright, or I swear to you, I’ll… I’ll chase him to the very gates of hell myself if I have to.” 

Her gaze shifted, locking onto Chuck with an intensity that could ignite even the coldest of souls. “Do you hear me? Quit this stubborn act and wake the hell up.”

Blair shook him again, harder this time. 

“Stop,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and strained. 

He finally opened his eyes, his touch weak and fragile as he stopped Blair’s hand. Despite his obvious struggle, he managed to squeeze her hand with all the strength he could muster. 

“What’s the matter?” Blair asked.

Chuck pinched the bridge of his nose, a grimace crossing his features as he tried to articulate his thoughts. He looked like he was about to throw up. “Stop.”

Stop what? What was wrong with him? Did he hit his head on the way down? 

“Cut… cut it out with the hitting, Waldorf.”

Well, he definitely had another thing coming. 

Blair couldn’t help but crack a small smile, a hint of amusement sparkling in her eyes despite the seriousness of their situation. He was still there, just as annoying as ever. “Don’t get tired so fast,” she replied. “I was just getting warmed up.”

“If you wanted to play rough, you could have just asked.”

“Oh, I don’t need to ask for anything, Bass. I simply take what I want.”

“Trust me, I’m well aware.”

“And if you were hoping for a softer touch, perhaps you should’ve thought twice before polishing off every last bottle in the state of New York.”

“Where’s the fun in holding back, anyway?” 

Serena cleared her throat. 

“Come on,” Blair urged, her tone softening as she returned her focus to their immediate predicament. “You really need to help us here. Can you stand?”

“Barely,” he whispered.

“Please.”

With a groan, Chuck tried to get up, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. He leaned heavily on Blair and Serena, their combined strength apparently enough to support his tottering frame. Their arms encircled him, holding him upright, but with each step, his body swayed unsteadily, his legs trembling beneath him as the girls struggled to bear his weight. 

Why did he do this to himself?

He really looked like he was about to throw up.

“Absolutely not,” Blair warned him. “You better not even think about ruining this blouse with your vomit. It’s far too exquisite to suffer such indignities, unlike some people’s taste in men.”

“What about your taste in men?” Serena protested.

With a lopsided grin, Chuck pulled Blair closer to his side, his warm breath tickling her skin. Despite his words slurring together, he managed to articulate, “No complaints about that, sis.”

Leaning in, he planted a sloppy peck on the corner of her lips, and Blair fought to contain the blush creeping onto her cheeks, unsure about how to react to this rare display of affection in front of Serena.

“Not even one,” Chuck added, his voice barely above a whisper. 

After a few steps, he stopped in his tracks, and Blair tugged at his shirt, urging him forward. “Come on,” she implored.

“Blair,” he breathed.

“What is it?”

“I need to kiss you. I need it so bad I can hardly think straight.”

Blair rolled her eyes. 

“Come on,” she said. Let’s focus on getting out of here first, shall we?”

“Blair…”

“What now?”

“Can I? Kiss you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “We need to get you out of here.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do.”

“Just one kiss, that’s all.”

“You and I both know it’s never just one kiss,” she replied. Blair feared that if they started, they wouldn’t be able to stop. This was not the place, and it was definitely not the time. Not after everything they had been through in the last few hours. Not when he couldn’t even stand up straight. “Let’s make a deal,” she proposed. “If you behave, you can kiss me all you want once we’re off this damn yacht.”

“Are we on a yacht?”

“Unfortunately for me, we are.”

“Did you mean it? Can I? After…”

“Yes,” she smiled.

“Sounds… nice,” he slurred softly. “I… I really like kissing you.”

“And I like kissing you too, Chuck.”

Serena’s grin stretched from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“What?” Blair asked. 

“You’re way too sweet,” Serena murmured.

Blair ignored her and brushed Chuck’s hair back from his clammy forehead, her heart sinking as his breathing became shallower and more labored, his eyelids drooping under the weight of alcohol. But she refused to give up. Fueled by pure adrenaline, she pressed forward, determined to get Chuck out of here. 

They were not sweet. 

Absolutely not. 

As they made their way through the crowded party, Blair tuned out the noise. The questions, the ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’—she blocked it all out. To hell with Serena and her stupid party. To hell with Nate Archibald. To hell with Georgina Sparks. To hell with anyone who dared to question what they had. None of them mattered right now.

Together, Blair and Serena carefully maneuvered Chuck down the gangway and onto the dock, the briny ocean breeze sticking uncomfortably to Blair’s skin. Once they were on stable ground, her mind raced with a thousand thoughts. 

But what exactly did they have? 

What was she even fighting for? Was there water underneath or just a hard layer of concrete? Was it worth it? Would he drown his sorrows in alcohol every time things got tough? Would he call Georgina, Amanda, or whoever else was willing to play his sick game just to prove his demons right, time and time again? Would he spiral into self-destruction until there was nothing left? And could Blair, herself desperately climbing out of her own abyss, pull him back from it as well? Could she handle it alone? Did she even want to? 

Blair’s muscles protested under the weight of Chuck’s body as she stifled a sob. They couldn’t drag him much longer; it was impossible. The strain on her body was too much, beads of sweat already forming on her forehead. It just hurt—Blair wasn’t sure where anymore.

“Serena,” Blair managed. “Call Arthur. Have him come pick us up.”

“I don’t have his number.”

Could her friend, for once in her life, put her brain to good use, or must Blair bear the burden of every task alone?

Blair could feel her heart pounding against her rib cage. Rough gasps ripped through her throat as she fought to keep Chuck upright. Despite everything, Blair dug into Chuck’s pockets until she finally reached his LG Dare phone. “Look in there, and for God’s sake, tell him to come quick.”

Tiny needles pierced her shoulders as they carefully lowered Chuck onto the nearest bench.

Serena stepped a few paces away to make the call. Her hand trembled as she ran it through her hair again and again, strands of golden hair slipping through her fingers like sand. Her friend was worried, but fear and adrenaline rush from the need to act quickly had kept Blair from seeing just how much. Meanwhile, Chuck remained slumped on the bench, his features pale and drawn, practically comatose. 

Blair hovered over him. With insistent slaps on his cheek, she shook him out of his stupor. He couldn’t afford to drift off; he had to stay awake, for both his sake and hers. “Damn it, Bass. Open your eyes. Don’t you dare pass out on me,” she murmured.

Chuck mumbled something incomprehensible in response.

“What did you just say?”

His eyes were glassy and unfocused. “You are…” 

“What?”

“You’re… as bossy as you are irresistible.”

“Stop it.” 

Unable to look at him any longer, she settled at his side, her hand extending to gently clasp his, the touch sending a tiny electrical spark up her arm. “If anything happens to you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, “I will never forgive you for it.”

He seemed invincible, constantly destroying himself and yet somehow always surviving, like a resilient cockroach. What Chuck failed to realize was that every time he tore himself down, he tore her apart as well. Every insult hurled his way felt like a personal attack on her soul, every bad thing he said about himself a direct hit on her heart. 

What Blair had failed to realize before was that they were two halves of the same whole, connected by a thin, invisible thread that transcended mere friendship or attraction. Blair could see it clearly now, feel it vividly. It was much more than that. It was woven from a profound understanding of each other’s flaws, rooted in acceptance. There was no one who knew her like he did. There was nothing he could do that she wouldn’t. They were mirror images, indivisible. The point where one ended, the other one began. To accept his hopelessness was to accept her own, and that was a reality she adamantly rejected. Life without him wasn’t an option—it was inconceivable, like trying to imagine a world without air.

Blair knew without a doubt that she would always stand by him. No matter what. No matter how terrible his actions, she would never leave his side.

The minutes dragged on like a slow torture, each passing second stretching Blair’s nerves to their breaking point. They needed to get out, to forget this party ever happened, to simply be alone.

Serena’s fingers danced rapidly over Chuck’s phone, tapping away in a frenzy that sent Blair’s mind racing. What was the blonde up to? Who could she possibly be texting right now? Was she really giving Nate the heads up?

Damn her. Damn her straight to hell.

As if summoned, Nate materialized out of thin air. And standing behind him was none other than the spawn of Satan herself; Georgina, with arms crossed and a drink in her hand. Blair could hardly believe the audacity of it all.

Releasing Chuck’s hand, Blair felt her fingers tense up, heat prickling beneath her skin. She stood up and drew in a sharp breath, jaw clenched tight, nails digging into her palms. She was going to kill Serena. For real this time. How hard was it for her to keep her mouth shut? Dumb, her best friend was so freaking dumb.

“What happened?” Nate asked, concern etched on his face.

“You happened,” she spat.

Did he regret his actions? Well, he should have known better.

“Blair…”

But Nate’s plea fell on deaf ears as Georgina’s smirk twisted into something sinister. With each sip of her cocktail, she exuded an air of calculated menace, unapologetic in the role she had played. The role she continued to play. It was as if nothing could rattle her, as if leaving Chuck teetering on the brink of death meant nothing. But then, should anyone really be surprised? Chaos was her playground, and she reveled in its every twist and turn.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Blair seethed. “Haven’t you had enough?”

Georgina’s smirk widened. “My, my, hide those claws. Chuck extended the invitation, in case you missed that memo.”

“Well, consider it revoked. Don’t you ever get tired of always being the surplus guest?”

Georgina clicked her tongue. “Oh, but it appeared quite the contrary, wouldn’t you agree? After all, you were keeping a close eye on us.”

“Your naivety is almost charming, Georgina. Almost.” Blair’s lips curled into a sneer.

“You really did a number on him, you know? He was practically begging.” Georgina shot a glance at Chuck. “Do you like it? Seeing Chuck Bass forced to beg? Brought to his knees? I know I do. To have him wrapped around my finger, completely under my control.”

“What a great accomplishment that must be,” Blair remarked sarcastically. “Reducing Chuck to a drunken nothing just so he can stomach your presence must make you feel like the belle of the ball. But unlike you, I don’t have to stoop to such desperate, low antics to keep his attention.”

“Do you honestly believe he needs any encouragement to drink himself into oblivion? Whatever he does to himself is entirely his own doing. He asked me here for a reason, and it wasn’t for a friendly game of cards. Whether you choose to see it or not is entirely up to you.”

“If there’s anyone who’s well-acquainted with self-destruction, it’s you. How was your latest stint in rehab? Did they finally manage to scrub away some of that desperation?”

“I could ask the same of you, darling.” Georgina’s tone turned colder. “How are those trips to the bathroom treating you?”

“What’s she talking about, B?” Serena asked.

Blair’s finger darted toward Serena like a viper striking its prey. “Stay out of it.”

“On second thought, between the two of you, you seem like the one who’s used to begging,” Georgina taunted. “Begging your own boyfriend to love you. Begging him to desire you. Begging the porcelain of your toilet to purge away every bite, just to look a little more like Serena van der Woodsen. Do you ever tire of your endless begging, Blair?”

“Ah, Georgina, you’re certainly brave for someone who’s more accustomed to groveling. Need I remind you of that embarrassing puppy love incident in Ibiza?”

Georgina paled at that.

“No? That’s what I thought,” Blair said.

Chuck had told her all about it while gently running his fingers through her hair, making her laugh until her chest hurt. It had been an ordinary, simple afternoon that now seemed so far away. Georgina had met a Spanish boy named Lucas while vacationing on the island with her parents. The son of a duke, a sweetheart, so very handsome. He had fallen head over heels in love with her almost instantly, and she had paraded him around like he was the jewel in the crown. But as it turned out, the perfect summer romance hadn’t been so perfect. It had ended with Georgina begging him not to leave, and her parents with a 4-million-dollar dent in the bank. He was just a waiter, after all.

Despite the setback, Georgina soon pulled herself back together. “Come on, Little Miss Perfect,” she remarked, “let’s not stray from the subject at hand, which is none other than who Chuck runs to when he craves a genuine rush. Your childish games may amuse him momentarily, playing the unattainable card, the forbidden fruit, all pristine and perfect as his bestie’s girl. But we both know where he truly savors his delights. And believe me, it’s not with you.”

With her head held high, Blair countered, “Are you sure about that?”

“I’m more than sure. You can play your games all you want, but deep down, you know he’ll never be fully yours.”  

“You have no idea what is truly mine.” 

“Darling, are you really counting on Chuck Bass to be your knight in shining armor? The one who’ll sweep in to rescue you from your demons? How quaintly romantic.” Georgina closed the distance between them, a sly smirk returning to her lips. “What’s the matter? Do you honestly think he loves you? We both know he can’t.”

Blair’s fists clenched involuntarily.

“Are you in love with him, Blair?” Georgina’s laughter echoed, a dark, twisted melody. “Well, that’s rather pathetic.”

Fury coursed through her veins like a wildfire, consuming reason and restraint in its wake, her vision blurring with red, her knuckles turning white. Blair wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug smirk from that wretched girl’s face.

But just as Blair thought she was about to pounce on her like a wild animal, Serena stepped forward. With a dancer’s grace and a warrior’s resolve, her best friend’s hand cracked against Georgina’s cheek in a resounding slap.

“That’s what you get for messing with one of us,” Serena said. “Pick your battles more wisely next time.”

Nate approached and grabbed Georgina’s arm, forcefully escorting her back to the yacht.

As the tension dissipated, the black limo pulled up to the dock. Arthur stepped out, a picture of poise and professionalism, his expression betraying no surprise at the sight of his employer’s son with clear signs of alcohol poisoning. He helped Blair get Chuck settled into the back seat of the vehicle and, without a second thought, Blair sat down next to Chuck and slammed the door shut.

Are you in love with him, Blair? Georgina had said.

Yes, she had wanted to scream. 

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sweet like sugar, nate archibald.

summary: in which you come home to find a certain someone waiting in your bedroom for you.

warnings: fem!waldorf!reader, sort of sugar daddy/baby dynamic, oral, not yet proof read!

notes: this is overly long so i cut the smut short and lame, sorry bbies!!

Walking out of the elevator and into your house, you’re shocked and slightly concerned when you’re met with the sight of Chuck Bass sitting in your living room. “Ew, Kill me now.” You groan.

Your words catch his attention and he turns in the couch to face you, “Lovely to see you too.” He gives you his classic smirk, immediately creeping you out.

“Why are you here?” You roll your eyes as you walk through the foyer and towards him, your shoes clicking on the floor. “Well?” You raise an eyebrow, placing your small handbag on the coffee table in front of the man.

“I’m here for your sister. She’s upstairs, we’re leaving for a dinner party.” Chuck explains, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Is that an issue?” He then questions you.

You don’t respond for a moment, staring him down, a cruel look on your face. “Yeah, actually, it is an issue.”

“You have a lot of nerve, you know that?” Chuck shakes his head, trying to intimidate you by stepping closer, “Talking down on me and acting all high and mighty as if I’m unaware of you and Nate’s dirty secret. Actually, speaking of Nate and that, uh, secret..If I were you I’d go upstairs and check out your bedroom.” He whispers, but quickly backs away and exits the living room when Blair starts coming down the stairs.

“What’s going on here?” Blair stands next to Chuck and the two of them look back at you.

“Oh, nothing. Just some banter, your sister seems to be..” Blair’s boyfriend puts on his strange checkered coat, “Not super fond of me.”

Blair glares at you, turning around and grabbing Chuck’s hand, taking him with her, not before he can get a small laugh at your expression, though. The pair enter the elevator, exiting the house and going on their date.

You, however, slowly make your way up the spiral staircase, walking towards your bedroom, Chuck’s comment from earlier stuck in your head. You’re not necessarily ashamed of the supposed secret arrangement between you and Nate. By definition, you’d be considered his ‘sugar baby’ but the two of you don’t view it that way. You’ve been friends with him since childhood, and as you got older, you started feeling attracted to him. Eventually, you both figured out the fact that you felt the same way, and things got physical since. You never wanted to put a label on it and every time he came over to your place, he’d bring you gifts or something you previously mentioned wanting. Now, it’s become a tradition. You fuck him and he gives you whatever you desire.

You gently push your door open, a shocked look on your face when you find Nate sitting on the edge of your bed, your room decorated with candles and white Christmas lights. “What is all of this?” You grin, looking in the corner on the room to find a fake Christmas tree, piles of gifts underneath it.

“Merry, early, Christmas.” Nate laughs, standing up from the bed and walking towards you.

“You’re so unbelievable!” You cover your mouth, “Nate, is this all for me?” You point at the neatly wrapped presents under the tree.

He nods, “Yeah. Chuck helped me set it all up.”

“I can’t accept all of this, Nate.” You shake your head, you back away from him, a guilty look creeping onto your face.

“Of course you can, I want you too. Besides, if you don’t, it’ll go to waste.” He insists, sitting back down on the bed, motioning for you to sit next to him.

“Okay..” You sigh, taking a seat next to him. “I guess I should get you something nice then, hm?” You look at him.

“Only if you want to get me something.”

“Of course I do, Nate.”

For a moment, you both sit in silence, unsure of what to do. Deciding to speak up, you turn your body so you’re fully facing him. “I can give you a present now if you want one.” Your tone is soft but seductive.

“Oh, really?” He holds back his smile, moving his hand up your tights and under your skirt, massaging your thigh.

“Hey, I’m the one giving you a present.” You scoff, “You’ve given me enough.” You move his hand away from your body, this time you push him back on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly, you part the fabric, kissing down his abs, then hovering your mouth just above his v line. “Hmm” You hum, lifting your hand towards the bulge peaking through his pants.

“Fuckkk.” He groans, tossing his bed back as you palm his dick over the pants. “Please, baby.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Come on.” He starts getting desperate and increasingly needy.

You bite your lip, deciding to answer his pleas. You slide his pants off and toss them on the bed, then very slowly taking off his boxers, teasing him as much as possible.

“(Y/N).” He huffs.

“Fine, fine.” You let out a small laugh, feeling content with yourself. Instead, you wrap your hands around his dick, starting to jerk him off while you work on taking the rest of him in your mouth.

“Holy shit.” He moans, his eyes rolling back as you continue to take your time and slowly suck his cock, occasionally stopping and licking his tip, trying to prolong his pleasure, considering everything he does for you. Nate gently takes a fistful of your hair and helps bob your head in a rhythm, getting you to take all his dick. “That feels so good.” He breathes out. You pick up the speed, sending him over the edge. “I’m gonna—” He starts but quickly stops when you move your hands and completely take him in, his jaw opening and his eyes closing as he fills your mouth with his cum. You sit up swallow, then kissing him, letting him taste the remains of his juices on your lips.

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"Y/N! Wake up right now!"

You stirred in your bed before you heard your mother's voice ring out again, except this time she was closer. She came into your room and she opened the blinds, making you let out a loud groan.

Yesterday was the most eventful day yet. You found your best friend's boyfriend (who you've been in love with since the 9th grade) slept with your other best friend the same night he told you he loved you. It sounds worse than it is, you swear.

You were also very hungover, considering you had... you're actually not sure how many vodka redbulls you had last night, but they were way more than you should've.

As your mother's voice echoed in your ears, you groaned and buried your head deeper into your pillow, the events of the previous night flooding back to your memory. The room spun slightly as you tried to sit up, your head throbbing with each movement.

You rubbed your eyes, the morning sunlight searing into your brain like a hot poker. "Mom, can you please close the blinds? I'm dying here."

Your mother ignored your plea, her expression stern as she crossed her arms over her chest. "We have brunch in two hours. Remember, the Bass' annual brunch?"

You groaned again, rolling over and burying your face in your pillow. "Mom, I can't do this today," you muttered, your voice muffled by the fabric of your pillow.

But your mother was having none of it. She pulled the covers off you, leaving you exposed to the chilly morning air. "I don't care what you can or can't do, Y/N. You need to get up and face the day. Now."

"Mom!"

"Your father wants you there, okay? Get up and take a shower, for the love of god." Your mother's voice cut through your haze, firm and unwavering.

You looked up at your mom, confusion on your expression as you sat up. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"I'm not going, I have a meeting." Your mother replied, her tone softened slightly. "But you need to go. And you need to make an effort, especially after last night."

You blinked, the events of the previous night flooding back to you in a rush. The party, Nate, Serena... It all felt like a bad dream. But the reality of it hit you like a ton of bricks as you groaned inwardly. "Can I come with you, please? I can be a great secretary."

Your mother gave you a pointed look as you rolled your eyes. You let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your tousled hair. "Fine," you muttered, pushing yourself out of bed with a resigned sigh. "But I'm not wearing heels."

"You are going to wear what I picked, sweetheart." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully as you swung your legs out of the bed.

You grumbled under your breath, knowing it was futile to argue with your mother when she had her mind set. As you heard her footsteps fade down the hallway, you flopped back onto your bed with a defeated groan. Today was shaping up to be even more of a nightmare than yesterday.

"Out of the bed, Y/N!"

With a resigned shrug, you trudged towards the bathroom to start getting ready for the day ahead.

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You walked into the Palace, heels clicking as you walked next to your family. You were wearing a deep frown as your father walked hand-in-hand with Josie, Charlene walking next to you.

The elegant decor and the clinking of glasses only served to remind you of the facade of perfection that often overshadowed the reality of life in the Upper East Side. But you plastered on a polite smile, burying your turmoil beneath a facade of composure. After all, in the world of Manhattan's elite, appearances were everything. And you were determined not to let the cracks show.

"Charlene is going to follow in my footsteps, she will be attending Harvard." Your father looked at Charlene, a proud grin plastered on his face as you felt slight resentment building in your stomach.

Harvard, prestigious and exciting, had always been a dream for you. Yet here you were, overshadowed by Charlene, forced to the sidelines of your father's attention.

It irked you that Charlene, who wasn't even his biological daughter, was being showered with praise while you felt overlooked and underappreciated. The unfairness of it all left a bitter taste in your mouth, threatening to sour the already strained atmosphere.

You fought to keep your own smile in place, masking the bitterness that threatened to consume you. It wasn't Charlene's fault, after all. She was just a pawn in your father's game of appearances, a tool to bolster his image of prestige.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, turning to meet Blair's eyes. You couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh as she greeted your parents. "You won't mind if I steal Y/N for a moment?"

"Of course not, dear. She's all yours." Josie spoke with a grin as Blair grabbed your arm, pulling you away from your 'family.'

"Thank you, B." You let out a big exhale, earning a soft chuckle from Blair.

"I heard what your father was saying about your step sister. That was cold, I mean... really cold." Blair gave you a sympathetic nod as you let out a bitter scoff. Harvard has been your dream since you were a kid, basically.

And now he just passes the dream off to Charlene like it meant absolutely nothing. "It's not fair."

Blair's expression softened with understanding as she listened to your frustration. "I can't imagine how mad that must feel, Y/N. Harvard has been your dream for as long as I've known you."

"It doesn't matter anymore." You muttered as you reached the drinks, pouring yourself a glass of scotch.

Blair gave you an amused look. "It's barely noon, Y/N. Scotch?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, taking a sip of the scotch and relishing in the burn as it slid down your throat. "Why not? It's been that kind of morning."

Blair chuckled, shaking her head as she reached for a glass of champagne. "Well, if we're indulging, might as well make it a proper brunch, right?"

You smirked, raising your glass in agreement. "Cheers to that, sister."

One glass of scotch turned into three, and now you were seated next to Chuck Bass laughing at every word that came out of his mouth.

"So, Y/N," Chuck drawled, a glint in his eyes as he leaned closer. "Any scandalous gossip to share with your old pal?"

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing on your lips. "If I told you, Bass, it wouldn't be scandalous anymore, would it?"

Chuck chuckled, his laughter infectious. "Touché, my dear. But a little birdie told me you're the one with all the juicy secrets."

You feigned innocence, batting your eyelashes in mock surprise. "Oh, I'm just a humble observer of the Upper East Side drama, Chuck. But who knows? Maybe I'll let you in on a secret or two."

Blair, who was sitting across from you, rolled her eyes playfully at Chuck's smooth talk. "Don't encourage him, Y/N. You know what happens when you do."

You let out a very loud laugh, making Blair snort as you shook your head. You heard the chair next to you drag and you looked up to meet Nate's blue eyes. You rolled your eyes, not hiding your annoyance as he took a seat next to Chuck, separating you two.

"Looks like the gang's all here," Chuck remarked, a knowing smirk on his lips before he continued. "Oh, except Serena."

Chuck's mention of Serena brought a sudden stillness to the table, the jovial atmosphere tempered by her absence. You glanced around, noting the subtle shift in mood as everyone exchanged uneasy looks.

Blair rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her mimosa. "You really know how to ruin the mood, Chuck."

Chuck chuckled, unfazed by Blair's remark. "Just keeping things interesting, Blair. Wouldn't want our brunch to be too dull now, would we?"

Nate cleared his throat, breaking the tension with a forced smile. "So, what's on the agenda for today, aside from the gossip and bottomless mimosas?"

Blair shot Nate a pointed look, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, considering you're here, I'd say we have all the ingredients for a classic Upper East Side drama."

You couldn't help but laugh at Blair's dry humor, grateful for the brief respite from the tension. "Ah, the joys of being back in Manhattan."

"Actually we're missing one key ingredient." Chuck smirked as his gaze fell on the previously mentioned blonde with the same guy she was with the night before, on the other side of the venue. "Looks like she decided to come by."

Blair's gaze fell on Serena, a bitter laugh falling out of her lips. "You've gotta be kidding me."

You got up from the table, grabbing your glass as you tried to walk away. Instead, you tripped, causing Nate to hold on your arm to stabilize you. "How many drinks have you had?"

"Why do you care, Nate?" You spoke as you ripped your arm from his grip, excusing yourself to go get yourself another drink.

Nate watched you go with a troubled expression, his eyes following your retreating figure with concern. He knew you were hurting, and seeing you in this state only added to his guilt.

As you made your way to the bar, the room seemed to spin slightly around you, the weight of the previous night's events pressing down on your shoulders. You reached the bar and poured another drink, the cool liquid providing a temporary comfort from the problems in your life right now.

Before you could drink it, you felt someone grip your arm. You looked to meet your father's disappointed gaze. "That's your third glass, Y/N. Put it down."

You narrowed your eyes as you let out a bitter scoff. "Since when do you care? How about you check on your sweet Charlene."

"So this is what this is about? You're jealous I'm giving Charlene some attention. Come on, Y/N, you're acting like a child." Your father whispered as he looked around, making sure no one is watching too hard.

You clenched your jaw, the bitterness of your own words lingering on your tongue as you glared at your father. "I'm not jealous, Dad. I'm just angry that you just threw away me and Mom for a brand new, shiny family. How do you think I feel?"

Your father's eyes widened in surprise at your words, the weight of your accusation hitting him like a blow. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words seemed to catch in his throat as he struggled to reply.

You glared at him, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. "That's what I thought." With that, you shrugged off his grip and stormed away, the weight of your resentment heavy on your shoulders.

As you walked away, you left the room and began walking through the Palace. You were so overwhelmed, you didn't even know what to do anymore. You couldn't run away from it anymore, you had to face it.

You were walking before you ran into Serena and Nate, talking. They both saw you and Serena immediately began walking toward you, Nate following the both of you.

"I need to talk to you." Serena spoke with urgency, her eyes pleading for your attention.

You crossed your arms over your chest, a defensive barrier between you and the two people who had caused you so much turmoil. "I don't think there's anything left to say, Serena."

"You told her too?" Serena sent a glare toward Nate, causing you to scoff.

"I didn't, it was Blair." Nate's gaze was on you as he spoke, guilt in his expression.

Your eyes stayed on Serena. "Why does it matter? I know now."

Serena's expression softened, her voice filled with remorse. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen."

"Can we all just talk please? Not here, though." Nate spoke as his gaze flickered between you and Serena. "Meet me in Chuck's suite in 10, okay?"

You hesitated for a second as Serena took the key from him as he walked away. You looked up at the taller blonde, your heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "Fine."

You and Serena made your way to Chuck's suite in tense silence before she broke the silence. "Look, I know hurt Blair. And I know you're trying to protect her but... I don't like Nate, you have to believe me. I was drunk and-and hurt, Y/N."

Your steps slowed as Serena's words sank in, the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment. Despite the anger and betrayal swirling inside you, you couldn't deny the honesty in Serena's voice.

"I get that you were hurt, Serena," you began, your tone softer than before. "But that doesn't change the fact that what you did... it hurt Blair. And me too."

Serena's eyes pleaded with you for understanding. "I know, Y/N. And I'm sorry. But I can't have both of my best friends angry at me, I don't know how I'd manage."

You sighed, feeling the weight of Serena's words. "I know. I get it. I'm not mad at you but that doesn't mean I'm taking your side in this whole mess, I'll do my best to get Blair to relax."

Serena's shoulders relaxed slightly at your words, a faint smile touching her lips. "Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot to me."

You returned her smile with a nod, knowing that resolving the tension between Serena and Blair wouldn't be easy, but feeling determined to try. "Let's just take it one step at a time, okay? We'll figure things out."

You got to Chuck's suite and waited inside. And as you heard the door swing open, your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Blair and Nate kissing before he slowly pulls her off. "Wait, this is Chuck's suite."

"Nate." Serena spoke as she watched the scene in front of her.

Blair's eyes flickered in between you and Serena, anger clear in her expression. "What is she doing here?"

"Meeting Nate," Serena replied honestly as you let out an exhale.

"Me and Y/N just wanted to talk her, I swear." Nate's voice was rushed as he tried to explain, as he glanced between you, Blair, and Serena, his expression caught between guilt and irritation.

"You said you'd never speak to her again." Blair's voice sounded hurt as she glared back at Nate, her voice sharp with accusation.

"You said that?" You muttered as you rolled your eyes. How the hell did you get mixed up in all this? This is what happens when you give people the benefit of the doubt.

"Why would you say that?" Serena's voice was laced with disbelief as she glared back at Blair.

Blair's gaze hardened as she turned to face you. "Why are you even here, Y/N? Are you taking her side now? She can't be trusted, I thought I told you."

"It's not Serena's fault." You and Nate spoke in union, earning a scoff from Blair.

"I asked her to come." Nate continued as his eyes flickered to yours.

"Oh! Oh, so you wanted to talk." Blair's voice boomed as she glared back at Nate, her voice laced with betrayal.

"Yes, to explain why we... aren't talking." Nate continued, his voice faltering slightly under Blair's intense gaze.

"Fine. Maybe I'll leave you guys to finish this fancistaniating conversation." Blair's jaw tensed, her frustration evident as she glanced between you, Nate, and Serena as she began walking away.

"Oh, no, no I'll go. I'll let you two get back to your quickie." Serena's voice dripped with sarcasm as she walked up to Blair, her tone biting with resentment.

Blair shot Serena a scathing look, her eyes flashing with anger. "It wasn't a quickie. Sex is actually kind of a big deal to some of us!"

"Enough, both of you," you said firmly, your voice cutting through the silence. "We're not going to accomplish anything by arguing like this."

Blair's jaw clenched as she shot you a sharp look, her frustration evident. "You don't understand, Y/N. Serena is the reason for all of this mess."

Serena glared back at Blair, scoffing bitterly as she ignored your words. "Losing your v-card in Chuck's bed, real romantic. Classy too."

"Oh, like you?" Blair let out a bitter laugh as she looked in between you two before backing up slowly. "I bet your new friend Dan would love to hear all about how classy you are."

"Blair!" You shouted as Blair ran out of the suite, running after her. You lost her quickly, looking everywhere to go find her. You didn't even know why you cared so much, you didn't want to be involved in this mess anymore.

Blair found Dan quickly, going up to him with a big grin. "Dan! Hi. I'm Blair Waldorf, Serena's friend." She shook his hand, his expression confused.

"Oh, yeah. Hey, do you, uh know where she is?" Dan asked, his brows furrowing in concern as he met Blair's gaze.

"As a matter of fact, I do!" Blair's smile didn't falter as she began to speak before getting interuppted.

"Blair." You spoke as you glared at her. Serena and Nate followed behind you, crowding in the middle as Blair turned back to Dan.

"Serena, there you are. Uh, where were you?" Dan looked uncomfortable as everyone crowded him, the tension palpable.

"She was waiting in a hotel room for my boyfriend. To talk." Blair gave Serena a fake smile as your jaw dropped at her words.

"About why we weren't talking." Nate interjected as Blair glares at him.

"That doesn't sound any smarter the second time." Blair retorted, her tone sharp with frustration.

"I was there too." You spoke, giving Blair a glare. "If that helps." You gave Dan a sympathetic smile.

Dan's expression shifted from confusion to annoyance as he glanced between Serena and Blair, his brow furrowing deeper. "Why weren't you talking?"

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Chuck's smooth voice cut through the tension, his smirk widening as he surveyed the group. "Looks like we've stumbled upon quite the scandal."

"Oh, exactly what this situation needs, Chuck." Dan spoke, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Now what's going on here?"

"We were just getting to that." Blair turned to face Dan, a bitter smile etched on her lips.

"Blair, please. Don't do this." Serena pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation as she glanced between Blair and Dan.

"Sorry. You wanna tell him?" Blair's voice was laced with feign concern as she spoke.

You rolled your eyes, sighing. "This is pathetic. Oh my god." You muttered before Chuck spoke.

"I'll tell him." He spoke proudly as everyone shot him a look.

"You know?" They all (except Dan, of course) spoke with shocked looks.

"I know everything." Chuck's smirk widened as he sauntered forward, reveling in the attention.

Dan sighed, his frustration evident in his tone as he looked around at the group, his brows furrowed in confusion. "And apparently, I know nothing."

"Look, Dan. It-it was a long time ago and I regret it." Serena began to explain before Chuck interrupted.

"Look, Serena, stop trying to pretend you're a good girl. So you slept with your best friend's boyfriend, I kinda admire you for it." Chuck's words hung in the air, a heavy silence descending upon the room as everyone processed his callous remark.

Serena's expression hardened, her jaw clenched with anger as she shot Chuck a scathing glare. Her eyes began to well up as your head fell back in utter irritation.

"Chuck, that's enough," you interjected, your voice firm as you shot him a warning glance. "This isn't helping anyone."

"Is that true?" Dan spoke, hurt evident in his voice.

"Well, then she ran away and lied about it. I just thought you should know before you fall head over heels for your perfect girl and her perfect world, and then get left alone with no one but your cabbage-patch kid." Blair spoke, amusement in her voice as everyone watched her. Dan's expression darkened as he processed her words, the hurt evident in his eyes.

"Cabbage patch?" You and Nate both said in union, your gaze flickering on each other before Blair continued.

"Did you talk to my sister?" Dan's voice was strained as he addressed Blair, his eyes searching hers for answers.

"Ah, yes little Jenny. I do believe me and her have some unfinished business." Chuck's voice interjected, his tone dripping with mischief as he stepped forward, his gaze locked on Dan.

"Chuck, what the hell? Isn't she a freshman?" You looked confused as you looked around the group, looking for answers but no one to give them to you.

"You stay away from her." Dan got close to Chuck as she spoke, anger evident in his expression.

"Poor Daniel. So little time, so many sluts to defend." Chuck smirked, obviously trying to get a rise out of Dan before he shoved him harshly into a table, glasses breaking as he fell to the ground.

Everyone in the room exchanged glances, shocked and amused ones. The room fell into a stunned silence as Dan's shove sent Chuck crashing into the table, the sound of breaking glass echoing in the room. Chuck regained his footing, his expression a mixture of surprise and irritation as he straightened himself.

Dan let out a big exhale as he looked at everyone in the room, regret seeping into his expression. "It's fine, it's fine, everyone can stop looking. He's a jerk. But it's-it's my fault and I'm leaving."

"I'll go with you." Serena spoke up, her voice soft as she turned to face Dan as he walked away.

"Actually, I'd prefer if you didn't." Dan replied, his tone firm and tinged with anger. He glanced at Serena with a mixture of disappointment and hurt before turning to leave the room.

As Dan walked away, leaving the room in a cloud of tension and unresolved emotions, you felt a surge of frustration and anger building up inside you. The chaos and drama that had unfolded before your eyes had reached its breaking point, and you couldn't hold back any longer.

"Seriously?" you exclaimed, your voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. "This is ridiculous! We're all acting like children, pointing fingers and placing blame, but what does that solve? Nothing!"

Blair opened her mouth to retort, but you didn't give her the chance to speak.

"And you," you continued as you glared at Blair, your voice cutting. "You can't keep dragging everyone down with your drama. You're so focused on your own vendettas and insecurities that you're willing to hurt everyone around you, including your own friends!"

Your gaze swept over the group, your frustration evident in your expression. "Nate, you can't just sit by and watch this happen when it all started with you. And Chuck, for once in your life, could you please just keep your mouth shut?"

Chuck's smirk faltered, his expression shifting from amusement to surprise as he regarded you with a raised eyebrow.

"You all need to grow up. You think this is some kind of game, but you're hurting people in the process. That poor guy, what was his name... Dan didn't deserve that. And even though Serena did some bad things, she doesn't deserve this, and I sure as hell don't deserve to be dragged into your mess." You spoke quietly as your words hung in the air, the tension in the room palpable as everyone processed your outburst.

You sighed before shaking your head, walking out of the room and out of the Palace. This was exactly why you didn't want to come to the brunch and why you didn't wanna come back to Manhattan. It was all drama, drama, drama. No logical thinking or empathy, just grudge-holding and gossip. It made you feel suffocated and you hated being dragged along in drama you didn't ask to be in.

But you knew that you didn't have a choice, that was just the life you were born into. Only a brunch in Manhattan can be this dramatic.

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You sat on your bedroom floor, going through the tens of albums of photos you have with Serena and Blair. It made you feel nostalgic and bittersweet. Each photograph captured a moment frozen in time, a memory of happier days before the drama and tension had consumed your friendship.

As you traced your fingers over the pictures, memories flooded back, reminding you of the moments you had cherished together. From late-night conversations to adventures, you had experienced so much together, and it was hard to believe how much had changed.

But now, everything felt different. The trust had been broken, and the rift between you seemed impossible to mend. You longed for the simplicity of those days, when your friendship was uncomplicated and unwavering.

As you lingered on each photo, you couldn't help but wonder if things would ever be the same again. Could you repair the damage that had been done? Could you rebuild the trust that had been shattered? Or was this the end of an era, the inevitable conclusion of a friendship that had once meant everything to you and the girls you'd once called your sisters.

As you flipped through the album, you stumbled across a photo of you and Nate. You were transported back in time, when you and Nate would spend every waking moment together. There were no secrets and no hidden feelings, it was pure friendship. But as you stared at the photo, focused on the way Nate stared at you, you wondered if you were naive to think that was all it ever was.

You couldn't help but wonder if you had been blind to the signs, oblivious to the undercurrents of attraction that may have existed beneath the surface of your friendship. Had you missed the subtle hints and longing glances, too caught up in the comfort of familiarity to see what was right in front of you?

As you continued to study the photo, a sense of longing washed over you, mingled with a twinge of regret. Regret for not exploring those feelings when you had the chance, for letting fear hold you back from taking that leap of faith.

You were quickly jolted out of your head as you felt your phone buzz on your bed. You got up from the floor and picked it up, reading the caller ID. The picture of Blair flashed on your phone screen, accompanied by her name. You hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to answer.

With a resigned sigh, you swiped to answer the call, bringing the phone to your ear. "Hey, Blair," you greeted, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Hey." Blair's voice came through the line, a hint of hesitation in her tone. "I, um... I wanted to talk."

You swallowed hard, steeling yourself for whatever conversation was about to unfold. "Okay, go ahead."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Blair spoke again, her voice soft. "Today, at brunch. I should've never got you involved like that and if I wanted to screw Serena over, I should've waited for a better time. I... I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright," you replied, your own voice softening with understanding. "I shouldn't have went up to the suite with Serena, especially knowing that Nate was gonna meet up with us. I just want everyone to get along."

"You're sweet for thinking that and that's why I love you so much." Blair paused as she tried to find the right words. "Serena just isn't... she isn't good for us."

"Blair, I know you think you're trying to help me and I-I appreciate the sentiment but... I don't know. We've all been close for so long, I don't wanna choose a side. Serena messed up really bad but everyone deserves a second chance, right?" You rambled, not really knowing what to say.

Blair paused for a moment. "I don't think she deserves a second chance." Her voice was bitter and you could sense the hurt even from the phone. "But I can't expect you to choose a side. The one thing I ask is that we have to stay close, I can't lose two of my best friends."

That's exactly what Serena had said earlier and you wanted to tell Blair but it just didn't seem right. You wanted to tell Blair that shouldn't be so stubborn and cold, especially to her best friend but you couldn't find it in you.

You didn't blame Blair, either. You couldn't even imagine how betrayed you'd feel if Serena had done that to you - or anyone, for that matter. But at the same time, Blair shouldn't be acting like a child and making it her life mission to ruin Serena's life.

But it's not that simple, it never is.

"It's okay, B. I love you." You spoke, your voice exhausted.

Blair's silence hung heavy on the line for a moment before she spoke again, her voice softer this time. "I love you too, Y/N."

#gossip girl x you #gossip girl x reader #gossip girl #nate archibald x you #nate archibald x reader #nate archibald #serena van der woodsen #blair waldorf #chuck x blair #chuck bass x reader #chuck bass #gossip girl fanfiction

[sixstepsaway]

So this tweet popped up on my Twitter yesterday and I just...want to talk about it more than my quote tweets had space for.

Firstly, the replies to this tweet seem to list every relationship on TV ever, which cements in my mind that "abusive TV relationships" truly and utterly depend on the viewer, rather than the actual TV relationship.

Secondly, some people are listing things like Hannibal and Will, and if you think that's an 'idolized relationship', idk what to tell you. Others are listing the Doctor and Rose, the Doctor and Clara, the Doctor and Martha, which... I can't say those relationships are perfectly healthy, but abusive? Come on.

Most of the couples listed in the reply to this tweet are couples that are interesting. They're dramatic and have unrealistic highs and lows. That's the appeal of them. People have listed Chuck and Blair, which I do not think the majority of people who enjoy that relationship want to emulate. Maybe someone wants "someone who loves me as much as Chuck loves Blair" but that's a long way from idolizing the entire relationship.

Besides, this doesn't even dip into the crux of what I want to say here, and that is that all of this is fiction.

First and foremost you have the fact that unless your Main Plot is something entirely removed from the relationship, most TV (or book, or movie, or whatever else) relationships will involve drama, and most drama requires elements that people will dub abusive.

Obivously there's a difference between "A raped B and then they got married later on 😍" (one of the examples in the replies, in fact; General Hospital?) and "C and D had a big fight but got over it later", but narratives are driven by conflict and drama.

On top of that, most people write fanfiction in their mind whether they realize it or not. If you say to someone, "Hey, what do you think X would do if someone hurt Y?" and they shrug and reply, "Probably go ape and kill everyone to save her?" they've just written fanfic. So have you. Most people have a preconceived notion of how characters would be in certain situations, of how they would treat other characters or, in the case of self-shippers and similar, themselves.

I think this is where a lot of the confusion lies, really. Let's use Dany and Drogo as an example.

People in the replies take issue to people 'idolizing' their relationship (which seems to mean: dressing up as them for Halloween or writing 100k of fanfiction about them, not anything deeper than that), but we didn't see a lot of their relationship on screen. What we saw was Drogo raping Dany (something that didn't quite happen that way in the book), and then Dany taking control of the situation, and then an episode or two later Dany seemed to be in love with him (I do not like how they changed their relationship for the show but kept her ending up in love with him, to be clear) and he seemed very adoring and proud of her, especially in the heart-eating scene.

When her brother threatened her and their child, he killed him to protect her. He put her first, turned her into a Khaleesi, gave her strength and freedom. These were all things we saw on screen.

However, the human mind does not like blank spaces, we automatically fill in the gaps. Most people's idea of Dany and Drogo's relationship probably involves a subconscious image of him curled around her with his hand on her baby bump, of him supporting her on the nights she missed her brother, of him learning to show kindness and love towards her and so on.

This leads to people who didn't like the relationship they got on screen, who filled in the blanks with something bad and toxic, to believe these people are 'idolizing abusive relationships'.

On top of that, for a lot of people (women and queer people especially) these relationships are a power fantasy.

They don't want someone like Drogo (and, sometimes, they imagine themselves as Drogo, protecting their Dany from her brother, being a protective warrior type etc), but that doesn't mean it isn't a power fantasy.

When men watch John Wick or Breaking Bad, people do not rush to condemn them for clearly wanting to go on murder sprees and cook meth. We all know that it's a power fantasy, that it's just something that exists inside of their minds to enjoy, much like every work of fiction.

As soon as women and/or queer people have their own power fantasies, fantasies of big strong scary guys who attack and kill and hurt everyone around them but never lay a hand on them, it's always essay material. It's always time to talk about how stupid they are,

On top of that, there's this thing that writers - almost always the male ones - do, where they make a male character that women and/or queer people latch onto and see as excellent and boyfriend material and a romantic power fantasy, and then when they have that male character turn on the woman in his life and hurt her they turn around and go, "haha stupid women! Don't you know that men who hurt people will ultimately hurt you as well? Gotcha! lol you're so dumb!" as though they are not the ones who wrote the character as doing that. Yes, we know that violent men ultimately turn on the people closest to them, we are not stupid. That's the point of a power fantasy - a world where you have power and that does not happen.

It's just really weird to me how things like this get turned into A Thing, where clearly someone is doing something wrong and romanticizing something bad.

I suppose it comes back around once more to the tale as old as time: Women* shouldn't read books, they're too stupid to differentiate between fiction and reality and can't be trusted with their own hysterical minds.

It's pathetic and it's frustrating and if I didn't see so damn much of this absolute bullshit of this idea that people who enjoy fiction - especially those of us who enjoy it so much it engulfs our lives to some degree - must be less trustworthy when it comes to knowing fiction isn't reality than those Morally Pure Souls who enjoy it less and Aren't Freaks About It, and so clearly know the difference.

Let people enjoy their power fantasies in peace, without turning it into essays on how bad it is to idolize a relationship between a woman with three dragon children and the leader of a wandering desert tribe in a fantasy land that doesn't exist.

#fiction #tv #fandom discourse #purity culture

[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Here is part 4 of my Interview With a Writer series. You can go to this post to review the other amazing authors I have spoken with ♥ Just a BTS of some of the talented minds on Tumblr and ao3.

Name:  f4ll-for-you

Story: The Intern

Paring: modern Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Rating/Warning: Sexual themes and substance abuse.

So, when did you start writing? If I’m honest, I’ve always loved writing, even when I was young I’d always write ‘fanfiction’ for stories I’d read myself, but I began writing for ‘readers’ when I was about fourteen. That was back in the boy band era, 5 seconds of summer days and none of it was good, and it’s all very much deleted now, luckily!

Everything I’d written since had been for myself, until house of the dragon came out. I mainly began writing because no one seemed to be creating any Aegon fics, and I desperately wanted one. 

I began writing on Wattpad, which is where my main (very badly written un-edited, first proper fic lives) and when I got back into tumblr, 6 years later, I found a wonderful community on there and began my modern Aegon fics.

Where did the plot for The Intern come from? Awkwardly, I’m not sure. I knew I wanted to write a modern Aegon fic. I’d seen a few ideas floating around where the family had a large successful company, that Aegon is meant to ‘inherit/work for’ so I guess I gained inspiration from that.

I wanted the reader to be someone in her own right, not just ‘Aegon's love interest’ so I tried to build up her character just as much as his. I also wanted to show how damaged Aegon was, and hint that there were reasons why she understood him. Maybe I’ll explain her backstory at some point, because I have it in my head.

Explain your interpretation of Aegon. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in The Intern? He’s damaged, that’s the main theme. He’s done something (we don’t know what, but I do hehe) that means his grandfather has forced him to work for the company and, obviously, he hates it. 

He uses his position to get girls, and continue to live his life as it was, if he can’t party at home, he will party there. It’s not until the reader comes along that he finally sees a girl for more than just sex. He likes the way she takes little interest in him, how she needs glasses to read, how she never stays at ‘after work drinks’ for more than an hour. 

I think he appreciates how she’s never looked at him as less than a person, which is what he’s used to from his family and the girls only want him for a reciprocated ‘quickie’. Whereas she actually sees him as her boss, not that he’s ever acted like one. 

My version of Aegon (this is gonna sound pretentious as fuck) has been defined by his faults for so long that he’s become them. The Aegon we meet at the beginning is a shell of the person he becomes once he befriends her.

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal? As I said earlier, I was determined to make her a main character, not a side character that Aegon desires (not that there’s anything wrong with that, I love those fics just as much). 

I’ve massively fallen for the ‘enemies to lovers’ style, which the intern very lightly touches on, shown in their boy/girl teasing and joking friendship they have at the beginning. I liked the idea of her being a girlboss, hard working, clever but mainly incredibly kind. I wanted to show her as a little bit damaged, through her understanding of Aegon and how gentle she is with him. She rarely pushes him into getting help when he clearly isn’t ready to. She loses her temper, yes, but I think there’s only one time where she fully asks him to get help throughout the story, even though she clearly wants him to.

Do you feel your Reader compliments Aegon well? I’d hope so, I wanted to to make them fit together, but also have their own ‘things’ they needed to do before they could fully be each others. I guess you could see it a bit like Chuck and Blair in Gossip Girl, but they weren’t an intentional inspiration, now I think of it.

They both had a lot on their plates, the reader stuck working her ass off and Aegon stuck between various girls legs…that sort of thing.

In my head, I think they compliment each other by being what the other needs. Aegon needs someone grounded, kind and gentle, but she’s also not a pushover. She’s not going to let him walk all over her. Whereas the reader needs Aegon to realise her life isn’t based around her career, that she can enjoy herself and fall in love and be a little bit reckless.

Is there any reflection of you, the author, in this story? Pretty much always the female character is a part of me, it’s kind of a way of you living the life you want to live, so why wouldn’t it be I guess? Also, I find comfort in writing about addiction/other themes because it’s kind of a way of dealing with my own experiences.

Do you think you will do a sequel or expand on this AU? I have one chapter left, the epilogue, where I will hopefully make everyone forgive me for the sad ending to part four! I’m now expanding on the Backstage one-shot, and rockstar Aegon.

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[nineteenthmay]

An amazing Christmas chapter from a great Chuck/Blair pre-pilot fic "The Idea of You" written by maribells.

Merry Christmas!🎄❄❄❄

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