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sullenslytherin · 10 months
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gsspgrls · 9 months
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GOSSIP GIRL - SE 01, EP 06 "The Handmaiden's Tale"
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tvandfilm · 7 months
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GOSSIP GIRL (2007 - 2012) Season 2 | Episode 8
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m1kasawps · 6 months
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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 🤭
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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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taglist: @emryb @l5byrinth @hayleysimp @edb954
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olsunalisigimm · 6 months
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lizzygrantt1uvr · 7 months
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aprill-99 · 7 months
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“Look, I’d offer you moral support, but my morals are barley even supporting me at this point sooooo…… is there anybody I could like, help you plot against instead? Or hey! I’m plotting against some people now, you could help! You might find having a goal really stabilizing!”
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meiiflua · 6 months
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welcome back queen Serena👑
~it's gossip girl season.♡
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sarccaios · 8 months
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blair waldorf: carrd.| only elegant aesthetic.
like/reblog if you save. @sarccaios
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nessa007 · 10 months
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✮ NESSA’S 18K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION ✮ 18 TV Ships I Love (in no particular order): 4. Chuck and Blair (Gossip Girl) "You and Chuck are two of the most self-centered, damaged people I know. Well, somehow two wrongs make a twisted right."
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voidpetrova · 7 months
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bal masqué — chuck bass x reader
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☄. *. ⋆
content warnings and genre: this is just a drabble, no warnings aside from alcohol consumption — fluff (unexpected from chuck bass i know)
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
synopsis: chuck bass seems to be in a trance at the manhattan masquerade ball, but at what cost? xoxo, gossip girl
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the grand ballroom was bathed in a soft, golden glow, chandeliers casting a warm radiance over the elegantly dressed crowd that had gathered for the masquerade ball. the air was thick with excitement, a symphony of laughter and tinkling glasses filling the space.
you stood at the edge of the dance floor, your heart racing in time with the music. the ornate mask concealed half of your face, allowing you to observe the festivities with an air of mystery. the allure of the masquerade was in its anonymity, the promise of an encounter that was bound by the enchantment of the night.
as you sipped your champagne, a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine. your gaze swept across the room, catching sight of a figure that exuded confidence and charisma. chuck bass.
his signature smirk was in place, and the mask he wore only heightened the aura of intrigue that surrounded him. he moved through the crowd with a fluid grace, his gaze a magnetic force that drew your attention even from a distance.
a ripple of excitement coursed through you as you realized he was headed in your direction. you couldn't help but meet his gaze, a playful smile tugging at your lips. he lifted his glass in a silent toast, the glint in his eyes promising mischief.
with every step he took, the anticipation grew. and then, as if the universe were aligning itself with your desires, he stood before you.
“well, well, what have we here?” his voice was a low, velvet purr, carrying a hint of amusement.
you matched his tone, your words a dance of challenge. “the same thing you have—a taste for the enigmatic.”
chuck's lips curled into his trademark smirk. “touché. though, i have to admit, you wear mystery better than most.”
you chuckled, the atmosphere between you charged with an undeniable energy. “is that a compliment, mr. bass?”
he inclined his head, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. “consider it the highest form of praise.”
as the music swirled around you, you found yourself caught in a dance of words and glances, each exchange a delicate push and pull. the chemistry between you was palpable, an unspoken connection that defied the boundaries of the masks you wore.
and so, the night wore on, with every stolen moment and shared smile deepening the intrigue that bound you together. the masquerade had become a canvas of possibilities, painted with the promise of a connection that was unlike any other.
as the clock's hands drew closer to midnight, the air grew thick with anticipation, the final hour of the masquerade promising a revelation that could change everything.
as the clock's hands inched towards midnight, the tension between you and chuck grew more palpable. the symphony of laughter, music, and clinking glasses formed the backdrop to your intimate exchange. the masquerade had woven a spell around the both of you, and in this fleeting moment, it seemed as though the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.
chuck's gaze held yours, the depths of his eyes reflecting a mixture of desire and curiosity. “you know,” he said, his voice a soft undertone against the melody, “there's a certain allure to the unknown. but i can't help wondering what lies beneath that mask.”
you felt your heart race as his words hung in the air, a challenge that beckoned you to reveal more than just your concealed identity. with a flicker of a smile, you raised an eyebrow, letting the mystery linger. "and what would you do if you discovered my secrets?"
his lips curled into that signature smirk. “ah, my dear, that would depend on the nature of those secrets.”
the conversation wove its way through anecdotes and veiled revelations, each exchange pushing boundaries and revealing fragments of your true selves. the masquerade had become a dance of revelations, the masks you wore metaphorically slipping away with every shared story.
as the final chime of midnight echoed through the grand hall, the mood shifted. the enchantment of the evening reached its climax, and the world seemed to hold its breath for what was to come. in the midst of the grandeur, you found yourself standing in the heart of a pivotal moment, a crossroads between the intriguing facade and the vulnerability you both had tried to hide.
chuck extended his hand towards you, a silent invitation. the symphony swelled as you looked into his eyes, and a silent understanding passed between you. with a mixture of trepidation and excitement, you placed your hand in his, letting him guide you to the center of the dance floor.
the two of you moved in harmony, a choreography of emotions and revelations. in this shared moment, the masquerade of the night had transcended its superficial allure, giving way to a connection that felt both powerful and undeniable. as the music swirled around you, you realized that the true masquerade had been the walls you'd built around your hearts.
whilw the dance progressed, the pull between you and chuck grew stronger, a magnetic force that defied the boundaries of the grand hall. with every step, the gap between your hidden selves and the truth seemed to close. the gentle brush of his fingers against yours sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself drawn deeper into the dance.
as the music swelled to a crescendo, you could feel the weight of the mask resting against your face. in an unspoken agreement, you reached up to remove it, revealing your features bathed in the soft glow of the ballroom's chandeliers. the air seemed to catch in your lungs as you met chuck's gaze, his eyes widening in surprise and admiration.
for a moment, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving just the two of you suspended in time. chuck's usual composure cracked, his mask of aloofness falling away as he took in your unveiled beauty. his lips parted slightly, a mixture of awe and appreciation shining in his eyes.
“you—” he breathed, his voice barely audible above the music. “you're even more enchanting than i could have imagined.”
a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks at his words, and a tender smile tugged at the corners of your lips. the vulnerability of the moment was electrifying, a connection forged through shared truths and unveiled identities. the masquerade had given way to something genuine and profound.
chuck's fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle as he cupped your face. his gaze held a mixture of reverence and longing, as if he were trying to commit every detail of your features to memory. “i've seen many masks tonight, but this,” he whispered, “this is a revelation.”
you met his gaze with a mixture of affection and uncertainty, your heart pounding in your chest. the music swirled around you, a melodic backdrop to the intimacy of the moment. as the dance came to an end, chuck's hand remained on your cheek, his thumb tracing patterns against your skin.
the ballroom seemed to fade away as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. it was a promise of the connection that had blossomed between you, a silent affirmation of the vulnerability you both had shared.
as you pulled away, the world came rushing back, but the memory of that moment remained imprinted on your heart. the masquerade had ended, but the journey you and chuck had embarked upon was just beginning, a journey that promised to reveal even more than the masks you had shed.
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coolchickblog · 8 months
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We’re Blair and Chuck. Chuck and Blair🎀🖤✨
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horsetailcurlers2 · 6 months
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if the original gossip girl had aired in 2023, dan and blair would’ve been endgame and chuck bass would’ve gone to prison.
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youdontjustgiveup · 17 days
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You sure?
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m1kasawps · 3 months
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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!!
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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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Something this beautiful deserves to be seen on someone worthy of its beauty.
GOSSIP GIRL (2007-2012) | 1x08 "Seventeen Candles" dir. Lee Shallat Chemel
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