#i really hope you like it! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

staroaming · 1 year

Note

hiyaa! been reading your trigun fics recently and they do things to me 😭🩷

if you're up for it, what do you think about tristamp vash stepping up his game because you thought he was just joking around whenever he's hinting he likes you/flirts w you 🥺🥺

ahhhhghlsdfjk yes omg. i felt the need to write this in vash's pov, also one bed trope bc it's the best plus little time skips

Vash keeps his chin in his hand, lips turned down in a ridiculously deep frown. The small town he's found himself in is rather quiet, though, like any other town, it has a bar packed full of the desert-weary and sun-drained. He drums his metal finger on the tabletop, his brain wracked with thoughts and thoughts and even more damned thoughts of you. Which, in hindsight, is definitely not a bad thing. He watches as you push your shoulder against Wolfwood's, laughter spilling across your lips as you point at him and splash a drop of beer on his lap. You're in a particularly good mood and even though it's most definitely because the ceiling fans are blowing cool wind and your belly is full, Vash is delusional enough to think he could have also contributed to your heightened spirits. He's been overly playful and mindful for a long time now and he thought he was doing everything right. You'll notice, he'd think. You'll return his affections the same way, he'd hoped. Then again, as clueless as he can be sometimes, in this respect you far surpass him. It's endearing. It's frustrating. When your eyes slide to him, he perks up, wiggling his fingers at you in a small wave. You roll your eyes, albeit fondly, before returning to your conversation with Wolfwood. Vash isn't usually the jealous type but, well, the way your hand falls on his arm just does something to him. He stands up in a flash, feigning a stretch of his arms above his head, before he walks to you and wraps them around you. He leans his chin on your shoulder and when you turn your face toward him, he relishes the attention. "What's up with you?" You ask. "Hmm?" Vash keeps you locked in his arms, "Nothin'." "Liar. You've been pouting for the last hour." Vash scoffs a laugh but he doesn't deny it. Instead, he places his chin on your other shoulder and glances at Wolfwood. Luckily, he's turned to someone else. Happy to breathe you in, to take the momentary semblance of privacy, Vash rubs his cheek against yours. "You're like a little cat." You pat his arm. He smirks but finds the moment cut short, like always. Someone bursts into the saloon and he's quick to grab you up, push you aside, tug you close. All three of you run and if not for your hand gripping tight to his, he'd think it would be best to throw you over his shoulder.

While traveling, Vash trails after you loyally. His frustrations with himself, with you, come out in neediness that is almost nauseating. He brushes his fingers on your arm, your hip, your lower back; wherever he can touch, hoping you'll feel even a spark of the electricity that he does. He scoops you up when you get tired and he kisses your forehead gently when you wake from sporadic naps. Yet, like always, you just pat his shoulder fondly or ruffle his hair before turning your attention back to the sand.

"You're pretty." He says around a fire one night, brushing a strand of your hair away from your mouth and the grease from the food you're eating.

You scowl, "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not!"

You toss the stick that held the meat into the flames, "You're always joking like that." You lay back in the sand and stretch your legs, the hem of your shirt lifting as you throw your arms above your head. "If you weren't my best friend, I'd smack you."

He frowns as you shut your eyes, wondering for the umpteenth time if he should do something more rash. Instead, like usual, he sits and watches; the stars, the dunes, you.

Always you.

The small inn smells like old smoke. Vash sniffs and rubs his nose while you lead him through a hallway, your eyes searching for the room number. This is nothing new. There's been plenty of times that you'd had to share a room with him. Only now, his stomach twists and flutters.

"One bed." You muse aloud, staring at it. "Want me to take the chair?"

Vash glances at it, "Why would you?"

He throws his bag down and sits in it in a huff, the sandy window pane letting in a wash of golden, murky evening light. You shake your head and smile, tossing the key on a short table beside the bed. Hands on your hips, you look around the room, though you've never been one to complain. You've both slept in worse conditions.

Before you can leave, whether that be to shower or find something to eat, Vash moves. He reaches for you without really thinking, though once you're seated in his lap, he knows that he's not gonna let you go. Not yet, at least.

You settle against his chest, familiarity easing your usual tense muscles. You place your hands atop his forearms where they wrap around your abdomen and you do it so normally, like a second-thought, like a habit. He subtly brushes his thumb against your ribcage and if the hitch in your voice is a fluke, or his damned imagination, he'll take it.

"This place could use some decoration." You ramble, leaning your head back against his shoulder. "Some new paint. A good scrubbing of the floor."

Vash hums in response, distracted. His gaze is caught on your hands on his arms, on the rise and fall of your chest, on the tilt of your lips as you say something about the ugly comforter on the bed. He feels you shift and he shifts with you, his legs spread just enough beneath you to keep you from falling over.

"You wanna go check out the saloon?" You ask.

"Not yet." He breathes, dipping his head closer to your own. "Let's just relax."

"How relaxing can this be?" You laugh a little and squirm, no doubt wanting to get up to keep him from discomfort.

He holds you tighter. Not enough to hurt, of course, but just enough to keep you still. He gulps at the weight of you, at the true proximity of you. Do you notice? Do you realize that he's trying so desperately, so whole-heartedly, to make you understand?

He'd brought you small trinkets from dingy shops, he's done his best to keep you warm in the dunes, he's kissed your cheek and he's hugged you more often than not. What else can he do, but this?

Even he has limits to this specific form of patience.

You turn your face to him and you study his face, "What're you thinking about? You're quiet."

He brings a hand up, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. Your jaw.

Suddenly, as if there was some sort of igniting spark within your brain, your eyes go wide. He watches what he can only hope is realization spread across your features and he's fully prepared to let you go now, to let you walk away if that's what you want. He hopes that isn't what you want.

"If this is a joke-"

Vash turns you with ease until you're straddling his lap. You gawk at him and if he wasn't so determined to make you fully understand that he's never joked about this, about you, he'd laugh. Instead, he keeps a hand on your hip and another on your face, fingers spread against the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your jaw.

"Not joking." He says.

You don't say anything as he gently nudges you, drawing your face closer and closer until finally, you accept what he's been trying to give you for weeks now.

You moan against his mouth and he revels in the sound. Your lips are softer than his, your breath warm as you open your mouth, your body jolting forward as he stands. You wrap your legs around his waist until the short trip to the bed is over, yet you simply wrap them more securely when he settles atop you.

You mumble something and he pulls away, breathless.

"-whole time?"

Vash tilts his head a tad, "What?"

You release a quick breath and place both of your palms against his cheeks, as if trying to keep his attention. "Were you trying to hint that you liked me this whole time?"

He grins, "So you did notice?"

You stare up at him, expression dropping, before tugging him back to you. He lets out a soft sound of surprise when you push your tongue back into his mouth. As you soften beneath him and his hands begin to travel, he thinks that maybe he should have been this forward a long, long time ago.

#this was so fun and cute to write tbh #i really hope you like it!#ask #prompt suggestion #vash x you

34 notes · View notes

snoobins · 1 month

Text

a build for my dear friend @0reblogufufu0’s birthday! 💗

#here’s the interior!!!#i really hope you like it!#also notice how the kitchen is filled with baking supplies!#since i wanted to look like i baked the cake!#animal crossing #acnh happy home paradise #acnh #animal crossing new horizons #acnh interior #acnh hhp #happy home paradise #mybuilds

5 notes · View notes

tonberry-yoda · 1 year

Note

Heya! What about some Angel Dust headcanons or a little fic for being Alastor's daughter (from 10 to 12 years old) and bonding (platonically) over him?? Like following him around the hotel and always trying to hold one of his multiple hands or trying to hug him by surprise, maybe even trying to cook something your dad tought you to try and impress him??? (Maybe even Alastor giving death glares to Angel when your not looking because "Do not dare to impose your sinful toughts over her, Dear Angel")

omg hi!!!! Seriously I LOVE this idea! It reminds me of when I did the Crocodile as a dad writings! I had a lot of fun writing this! Thanks again and stay super hydrated!!!

Alastor as a father and his child bonds with Angel Dust

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 919

Notes - I didnt make the reader the child and instead made the child a little girl per your request! i really like the little twist i did involving the reader, so please enjoy everyone! sending love and hugs as per usual!!! <333

The last person you expected to have a child was the radio demon, Alastor. He was terrifying and seemingly proud of it, so the last thing you expected to see him with was a child. So when you saw a kid running around the happy hotel with little fawn ears and freckles plastered all over her face, you couldn't help but be shocked.

You grabbed the little stinker by the back of her shirt and tilted your head as she giggled at you.

“What are you doing here, kid?” You asked, which made the kid giggle harder.

“I'm hiding from dada!!” The kid laughed and pulled away from you, running off again. But you didn't chase after her, instead, everything came together in your mind.

Deer ears? A little tail? It couldn't be… could it?

You ran to where Alastor was staying and threw his door open. He just turned to you and flashed a crooked smile. “Ah, y/n!! Good to see you! Are you in need of something?” He stood up from his spot and threw an arm over your shoulder.

“Uh, kinda,” you grabbed his arm and knocked it away from you. “Do you…” you couldn't believe you were about to ask one of the most gruesome and evil demons if he had… a kid.

“Do I… what?” He tilted his head, his smile dropping slightly.

“Do you have a kid?” You blurted out, now definitely knowing that Alastor had to be the father to that child.

Alastor just laughed. “Was she bothering you? I told her to stay out of trouble.”

Needless to say, you were shocked. “How can someone like… you have a child?” You looked him up and down, noticing every evil feature about this man and still not processing that he has a kid.

“Uh… long story.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “We should probably go check on her and make sure she’s out of any trouble.”

He grabbed you by the arm and you really had no choice but to check up on his kid.

As you got to the lobby of the hotel, you immediately heard giggling and found Angel Dust throwing the girl up in the air with all of his arms out in the open.

Alastor forced a smile, wanting nothing more than to tear his child from Angel’s arms. “Ah, Angel Dust,” he said instead as his child turned to him with a smile. “I see you’re taking care of Victoria.”

“Uh… not exactly taking care of,” Angel giggled, poking the girl with all of his fingers, which made her burst into laughter. “I'm not into the whole babysitting thing. She’s the one who came over here and asked to play.”

Alastor shot him a look and leaned down to Victoria, a smile immediately appearing on his face. “Is this true, dear? Did you want to play with Angel Dust?”

Victoria smiled and grabbed her dad’s ears. “Yeah! Angel is so nice!”

Alastor didn't want to admit it was nice to have a babysitter to watch his kid, so instead he just stood up and gave Victoria a kiss on the head. “Promise to not cause any trouble, little demon?”

She giggled and nodded. “I promise, papa! Plus, I wanna show Angel my secret hiding spot.”

Alastor wiped his hands and stood up, looking at Angel with a sharp enough glare to cut him. “Do you promise to behave, Angel Dust?”

Angel saluted at him and giggled to himself. “I promise, Al! Don't worry, sweet Victoria is in good hands.”

Alastor went to walk away, but turned to you. “y/n. Could you make sure they stay out of any trouble?”

Great. Now you had to be a babysitter for two demons. “Sure,” was all you said with a smile.

“Perfect! You’re the best!!” Alastor walked away and you felt a small hand grab yours.

“Wanna see something?” You turned to see Victoria smiling at you.

“Sure, kiddo. I would love to.”

She let go of you and ran over to Angel, grabbing his hand. “Piggy back!!!” She yelled, which made Angel giggle, but put her on his back. “Now go horse! To the kitchen!!”

Angel winked at you and smiled. “She’s fun. Way more fun than her dad.” He whispered, making you smile. It was nice to see Angel Dust in a good mood. It's not that he wasn't, but sometimes, his days would just turn to absolute shit due to his line of work, so to see him forget about that was a blessing.

You all walked into the kitchen and Victoria jumped down, grabbing a pan and a box of macaroni and cheese.

“Woah, what are you doin’ kid?” Angel leaned down and took the ingredients from her and you sat on the counter, observing the whole situation.

“Dada taught me how to make macaroni and I wanted to show you!”

Angel giggled. “Sure kid, but you gotta teach me too. I would love to learn how to make macaroni.”

She beamed at him, telling him every step and telling him to redo whatever he messed up. And then Angel, who obviously already knew how to make boxed macaroni, would tell her that it was “his own flare” whenever she said he was doing something wrong that he was doing right.

It was nice to see the two demons bond and make you an amazing bowl of macaroni and cheese.

Maybe there really was a chance at redemption down here in Hell.

~~~~~

hazbin hotel masterlist --- pinned post

@tonberry-yoda

#i really hope you like it!#angel is my fav so this was fun!#writing #fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #<3 #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor

77 notes · View notes

robinette-green · 1 year

Text

Merry Christmas @theminiartblog !!!

I got you for Secret Santa!

I saw on ‘your about’ you that you are a big fan of anime and magical girls so I turned Dayton into a magical girl.

My canon for this AU:

Afton’s magic starts to infect people, turning them into animatronics that want to steal children. Using the powers that Sun and Moon provide her, Dayton turns these people back to normal and eventually takes on Afton himself.

Sun and Moon take on a sprit form when Dayton is using one of their powers to transform but they can be their 7ft tall selves or their sprite forms when Dayton is not in magical girl form.

Each form, day and night, has different powers so can be used for different situations.

Some singles of the pictures and a story that ended up being way longer than I meant it to under the cut.

How it started

The sky was gray and rainy as Dayton made her way home from work.

Some of the kids had been especially on edge today, which made Dayton's work a little more taxing than normal, but soon she'd be home and could relax. The daycare would be closed all weekend, and Dayton was looking forward to having an entire weekend to herself.

Thinking of how she would spend her evening, Dayton didn't see the purple light that flashed faintly through the trees of the park she was passing, but she did hear the scream. That was a child screaming, and it wasn't a playful scream. That was the scream of a child in pain.

At first, Dayton assumed there had to be an adult with the child who would help, but then the child started to scream words.

"LET ME GO! STOP IT!"

Dayton flew into action. That sounded like the kid was being abducted, and she'd rather be safe than sorry. Running through the park gate, Dayton could see a woman dragging a struggling child by the arm towards the park's far exit, towards the city proper. She could be the child's mother, they did look related, but the child had panic in their eyes.

"Hey!" Dayton called out, trying to get the woman's attention, but she didn't look round.

"HEY!" Dayton tried again as she trotted over to the two. Noticing her, the child started to yell for help, but once again, the woman didn't respond.

"H-HELP ME! M-MOMMY'S HURTING ME!"

Dayton grabbed the woman's arm, trying to get her attention that way, but when the woman looked at her, Dayton quickly let go and stepped back.

The woman's eyes were glowing purple.

In an instant, the woman's whole body started to glow, and her shape began to change within seconds.

Dayton grabbed the child and pulled them away as the kid's mother turned into a strange wolf-like creature in a rocker outfit. Dayton had never seen anything like this before. The creature was around 6 feet tall, had pink fur, and was now holding a heart-shaped guitar that they were brandishing like a weapon.

As she watched, the wolf growled, an oddly tinny sound, and lunged, swinging the guitar at Dayton's head. Dayton scooped the child into her arms and ran, ducking under the swing and just managing to avoid the hulking creature.

"Are you having fun yet!?" The wolf sang out before launching themselves at Dayton and the child again.

Having only seconds to react, Dayton flung herself and the child out of the way, hitting the ground and rolling, wood chips flying. The child screamed as the wolf flew by, hitting the ground a few feet away and skidding to a stop. Was it a trick of the light, or was the wolf creature made of metal?

The child was sobbing as Dayton shielded them with her body. This was insane! How were they going to be able to escape this thing? It was literally inhuman.

The wolf threw their guitar at the two huddled on the ground, and Dayton quickly rolled out of the way. The guitar smashed into the wood chips where Dayton and the child had just been, and the body cracked, letting out a wretched note.

There had to be something she could do! They weren't going to last long at this rate.

The wolf jumped again, claws extended, and Dayton curled around the child, trying to protect them. Eyes squeezed shut, Dayton waited for claws to rip her to shreds… but they didn't come.

A bright light burst between her and the wolf, two voices crying out.

"STOP!"

Two bells with ribbons attached clunked into the wood chips by Dayton's head, and she looked up. The light seemed to have blinded the wolf for the moment, the creature cowering away and clawing at its eyes.

This was perfect! She could get the child away…but what about the kid's mom? Was there any way to help the woman? Was she even still in there? And Dayton couldn't let this thing continue to run loose! It would hurt someone!

"Quick! Take the bells!"

"We can't help if you don't grab them now!"

Two voices. One high and anxious and the other low and scratchy.

Dayton stared blankly at the bells lying on the ground. How would picking these up help at all? And who were these two? Where were these two?

The wolf growled, starting to recover, and Dayton's body reacted. Reaching out, she grabbed the bells, and everything went yellow.

Warm yellow light enveloped her, and a little golden sun appeared before her, floating with her in this space.

"Hello, Friend!" Came that high voice, now sounding bubbly and happy. Then the sun shot forward and dissolved into Dayton's chest. A warm, happy feeling filled her body even as she panicked. What was going on!

The yellow light shifted to a deep blue, and a silver moon appeared before her. Dayton covered her chest as the deeper of the two voices said.

"Nighty Night."

The silver moon shot forward and dissolved into Dayton, unimpeded by her arms. A cool, calm feeling now filled Dayton, and she found she was feeling sleepy. Then it was over.

Dayton was standing on the wood chips right where she had been lying moments before. She was wearing a frilly yellow dress she had not been wearing before, and the child was sitting at her feet.

"Don't be scared!" Called the wolf.

Dayton didn't have time to freak out, the wolf launching itself at her again. Dayton picked up the child and jumped out of the way; her jump sent them both flying into the air, soaring above the playground. Somehow landing safely on the other side of the playground, Dayton tried not to freak out. What was going on!!

"Oooo! You're a quick learner! This should be so much fun!"

Dayton looked around frantically for the source of the voice, and a small yellow sprite zipped into her field of vision. He had the head of a sun and was wearing yellow and red jester clothing reminiscent of the dress Dayton was currently wearing.

"You can go ahead and put our little friend down. They should be safe over here while you and I help their mom!"

"What? What are- Wait! How are we going to help? She's turned into- into that!" Dayton gestured wildly at the growling wolf. Wanting to know what this little creature was was outweighed by the thought of being able to fix this. What if she could put this right? Maybe she could. This little yellow guy seemed to think so.

"No Time to waste! I'll explain as we go!"

Questions later, action now.

Setting down the child, Dayton said gently.

"Wait here for me. I'll do what I can to help your mom, okay?"

Luckily, the beast seemed more interested in getting rid of Dayton than going after the child again, so all Dayton had to do was stay far away from the child to keep them out of harm's way. The battle started with Dayton mostly dodging out of the way, unsure what to do as the wolf attacked.

"Call on your solar staff!" Said the sun creature. He had taken up position on Dayton's shoulder.

"My, what now?" Dayton said before jumping out of the way of another swipe of the wolf's claws.

"Your solar staff! Just hold out your hand and say, 'May the sun's rays warm my heart!'" That sounded a little dumb, but magic was apparently real, so… worth a shot.

"May the sun's rays warm my heart!" Dayton said, holding out her hand and a golden staff with a sun floating over a crescent moon at the top appeared in her grasp. Now she had a weapon!

"Wonderful, friend! Now point your staff at the animatronic and say, 'solar flare!'"

Okay… easy enough… wait.

"Did you say animatronic?" Dayton asked, but the little sun creature waved its hands in the air and shouted.

"No time! I'll explain later!"

The wolf was running straight for them. Pointing the staff at the creature, Dayton shouted

"SOLAR FLARE!" And a blinding yellow light hit the creature in the chest. The light seemed to go through the woman, taking something that looked kinda like a purple ghost bunny with it. The bunny screamed and burned up in the light then the light faded. The woman was left sitting on the ground, back to normal.

#dcass2022 #I really hope you like it!#glitter rock #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf security breach #magical girl au #fnaf magical girl #digital art #merry christmas #glitter rock art

55 notes · View notes

rustingcat · 1 year

Text

Supercorptober day 31 - spookycorp

I'm gonna finish this supercorptober with a fic!

Thank you so much for everyone who made and share art of this amazing challenge.

Thank you for everyone who like and rebloged my art, I love and appreciate you all. The people who wrote tags, you gave me life, you are amazing. And thanks for @kmsdraws for the challenge!

Happy Halloween everyone 🎃

Haunted Library AU

Kara knew it was a matter of time before her sister, Alex, would drag her out to a ‘fun night out’ as she called it. Kara almost managed to avoid it this time, but her sister had anticipated that and came to bring her out herself.

Beside Alex’s girlfriend, Kelly, and Alex of course, she didn’t really know anyone there. Sure, she’d met them in passing but she didn’t even know most of their names.

She greeted them with a small nod and a forced smile before quickly heading towards a booth and sliding into the corner seat.

An overly pink drink was presented to her, it was decent enough and overly sweet ,like she preferred, and so she slowly nursed her drink in the corner while the rest of the group chatted and laughed loudly among themselves.

Alex tried to include her in some of their conversations, she turned to her with a question or a simple mention of her to give her an in to the current conversation. But Kara in return simply smiled and nodded, when really pushed she gave a one word answer.

After a while her sister gave up.

She loved Alex, she really did. Her sister was her best friend in the whole world. She was her only friend actually. She loved their special nights where it’s just the two of them, watching movies and talking about their days. Nowadays Kelly would join them when she could and that would also be fine, but this, this was too much for her. This was very much not her thing.

She debated if she could get her phone up without her sister noticing. Eventually, succumbing to her boredom, Kara looked around and gingerly pulled out her phone, and pressed on the kindle app. She just got to a good part in the book she was reading before her sister dragged her out to that stupid bar.

She managed to finish a whole page before she felt a kick on her leg under the table, looking up she saw her sister mouthed ‘no phones’ with her signature stern look.

Kara rolled her eyes but reluctantly returned her phone to her bag.

Alex decided to use it as her cue to bring out some shots, she gave each of them a small glass before raising her own, signaling them all to do the same.

“As you know, this is my sister’s last night here in Midvale. Kara, I hope you know that moving all the way to the big city doesn’t mean you’re getting rid of me, I will call you every day. I wish you the best of luck with your new job, if you need any ghostbusters,You know who you're gonna call. So to Kara!” She finished by raising her glass higher and downing it in one go.

She downed her own glass, quickly grabbing her pink drink to wash away the bitter taste in her mouth. She flashed a smile at her sister as thanks.

The main downside of her new job was the distance from her sister but other than that she couldn’t wait to start.

She got a job at a small library in National city, right next to National city university. Managing a whole library by herself like she always wanted. But it also means she’d be there by herself, as the library was severely underfunded and could barely pay for one librarian. Not that it’s a bad thing, she prefers it like that anyway, just her and the books.

The only thing that put her off at first was the library reputation, it was known to be hunted.

Not that she believes in ghosts obviously, ghosts are not real. But just in case she made sure to ask about it, to make sure it was safe.

Apparently it was the proximity to the university, the labs that share a wall with the library have a variety of machines that release odd sounds that slowly started the rumors. After a while the rumors grew and spread like fire, earning the library its current reputation. Relieved and intrigued, Kara jumped on the opportunity and accepted the job on the spot.

68 notes · View notes

iamverynormalaboutocs · 1 year

Note

Thank you so much for the headcanons! I loved them, he's such a sweetie ;n; I really like your writing too and it's so hard to find WoW related fanfiction these days! If you like to write it, I would love to see a scenario on how the confession would go, maybe after he invited them to have dinner at the keep? If you don't want to that's okay too, thank you in any case!

Jdhdhdjdjzdndhdh tysm! I'm so glad you enjoyed the headcanons. And no worries! I'm always happy to write abt azeroths special king!

Anduin - A Dinner with the King

Anduin had invited you to the keep for the evening, promising that it would just be you and him. It was quite rare to be able to have some privacy with him; so you enthusiastically accepted his invitation.

Getting inside the keep was the hard part. Despite the (hopefully) lack of guards on the inside, you still had to talk to the guards near the entrance. Despite this, you were quite successful getting inside. The issue came with the throne room. Even though you showed them your invitation, the guards would not let you through. That is.. Until Anduin himself had to personally order them to let you through. It was.. Embarassing but relieving.

"Y/N, I am so pleased you could make it." He smiled, leading you into a seperate and much smaller room. "I'm glad that you invited me this evening, I was afraid you would be busy for the next few days." A soft, light-hearted chuckle escaped the king as he closed the door behind you both, letting out a sigh of relief. "Well, I will be. But I was not occupied this evening so I decided to invite you for dinner." You smiled, taking a seat at the table that had been set up for you two. "I hope that my invitation wasn't too abrupt?" Anduin asked, setting up his napkin. "Oh no, of course not. There really hasn't been much going on for me; and, besides, why would I pass up an opportunity to spend the evening with the King of Stormwind?" You chuckled, giving a sly grin as you looked at the food before you. "I suppose you're right, I just do not want to rush or suprise you, that's all." He exhaustedly responded. "You seem tired, Anduin." You stated, wiping your chin off with a napkin. "You always say that, [Y/N], I assure you that I am fine." He shook his head, knowing that he has responded to you with that sentence before. "Yes, but, I am simply just concerned for you." You tapped your foot, raising your eyebrow as his expression faded into one of sorrow. "Anduin, please. Honesty may not fix anything but, it is much better than lying to me." It was almost as if he knew you would not relent. As if he was already in a losing battle fron the beginning. "Fine, I may be.. a little tired. But it is nothing odd or extreme. Why do you pester me so much about it?" He chuckled, looking up at you once again. "I already told you, I'm just concerned." You huffed, smiling.

Once the both of you had finished your food, it became unbearably quiet. However, you did not want to leave just yet, and Anduin had not asked you to go just yet, so why not stay for a little while? "Well," You piped up, attempting to break the silence, "Now what?" Anduin was looking down, leaning forward in his chair. "I do have a small idea of what to do." He responded, not shifting his gaze even in the slightest. "Do you? Or are you still thinking about it." You teased, walking over to him. A snicker escaped him as he stood up to match your height. "I do, have a little bit of faith in me please." He smiled, looking into your eyes as if trying to say something. "Alright." You chuckled, crossing your arms. "[Y/N]." Anduin suddenly stated, his tone drastically shifting. "What.. Do you think of me?" Such a question out of the blue caught you off guard, "Why do you ask?" You responded, hoping to buy yourself a little time to think without making him uncertain. "That truly depends on your answer." He chuckled, his voice subtly quivering. "Well," you began, averting your gaze. "You are one of the kindest people I have ever met, and have quite a large place in my heart." as you finished, Anduin released a quiet sigh of relief, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Well, I was wondering.. As I have been unable ro get you out of my mind, would you.. Be willing to.." You chuckled at his stuttered and flustered words, skipping straight to the point. "No need to be all formal, Yes; of course." As you found yourself in Anduin's embrace, you could not help but chuckle as he slowly became as red as a tomato.

#srsly tho tysm for requesting i really appreciate it #normal's writing tag #normal's warcraft tag #Anduin Wrynn x reader #Anduin x reader #auugh im so sorry i started giving up at the end but this was sitting in my drafts for over a month haha #i really hope you like it!

41 notes · View notes

youdontjustgiveup · 3 months

Text

August: Chapter 9

( ao3 | ff )

Previous Chapters: [link]

Summary: During the party, Nate reveals the truth and the four friends find themselves embroiled in yet another one of Georgina's games.

Pairing: Chuck x Blair

Word Count: 5.1k

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

----------------------------

Inside the dimly lit limousine, the indistinct glimmer of champagne immediately caught Serena’s attention as she sank into the cold leather seat. Chuck waited until she was settled before joining her, strategically blocking her exit. He couldn’t afford to let her slip away for a second time. They were going to that damn party, the four of them, and they would go together, no matter what.

“Hand me the bottle,” Serena demanded.

“Setting the bar rather high today, aren’t we?” Chuck quipped. “The fun part hasn’t even started yet. Should I be worried or impressed by your enthusiasm?”

Her stepsister leaned over to reach for the bottle herself.

“If only someone hadn’t forced me into this vehicle like a damn prisoner,” Serena grumbled, her voice laced with bitterness.

Chuck raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Where are your manners?"

“Don’t you dare talk to me about manners, Chuck.”

Serena took a large and hasty gulp, nearly draining the entire bottle of champagne in one go.

“I don’t give a damn how you do it,” Chuck said. “Feel free to yell, fight, or scratch each other’s eyes out for all I care. But sort this mess out, because I’m not staying in a house where you three can’t be in the same room for more than a hot minute.”

Chuck loved Nate, he really did, but he couldn’t bear another moment of that perpetual sorrowful look. It had become insufferable, teetering on the brink of being outright pathetic. He had tried to pull him out of the rut, to get him to talk about something other than the two girls in the back seat of his limousine, but Nate remained stubbornly fixated on his misery like a broken record. Chuck wasn’t exactly a relationship expert, and he couldn’t help but wonder when Nate thought it was a good idea to start treating him like one. After all, his own life was a complete train wreck, and the irony was impossible to ignore.

Not only that, but after Chuck confessed that he had chosen Blair over Nate, his best friend seemed increasingly annoyed whenever Chuck was around her, scrutinizing their every move as if panning for gold in a river.

It was time to stage an intervention.

“Hey!” Blair snatched the bottle for Serena’s grasp. “Leave some for me.”

Blair occupied the seat on Serena’s opposite side, and her stern, disapproving looks were as piercing as daggers. Originally, Chuck and Blair had planned to come together, leaving Nate and Serena to arrange their own transportation. However, he had changed his mind, and Blair was less than happy about it.

Meanwhile, Nate gazed out the window, observing the passing streets and bystanders as if he were the protagonist in the opening scene of a movie. When was he going to grow the balls to talk to either one of them? Really talk to them, not just shadow them like a lost puppy, waiting for them to do all the work.

It promised to be one hell of a long night.

“Don’t tell me I also forced you here like a damn prisoner.” Chuck turned his attention to Blair.

“That would have been better than being dragged here under false pretenses,” Blair retorted, her arms crossed in defiance.

“If you were that desperate to have me all to yourself in the back of a limo, all you had to do was say the words.”

“You wish,” Blair replied with a fiery stare.

A burning sensation coursed through his veins, the allure of the forbidden and the irresistible pull between them intensifying every time their eyes met.

“You have no idea,” he muttered to himself, his words going unnoticed by his friends.

While Blair finished off what was left of the champagne bottle, Chuck traced the liquid’s graceful descent down her throat. Each sip of champagne brought him closer to a precipice, where the boundaries of their relationship blurred.

The limousine wound its way through the most expensive neighborhoods of the East End of Long Island en route to Nelly’s grandmother’s residence. Chuck had been there two or three times as a boy, following his father around begging for a moment of his time, and the house, though not perched on the beachfront, exuded opulence and luxury in every detail. The event and Nelly herself were completely indifferent to Chuck. These gatherings were little more than congregations of empty elites, their lives consumed by idle chatter and the misfortunes of others. It was not the soirée that held his interest but the promise of impending chaos that set his pulse racing.

“I can’t wait to see how Penelope and Isabel are going to outdo themselves in their outfits today,” Blair mused, a hint of mockery in her tone.

“B, aren’t they your friends?” Serena questioned.

Blair smirked, replying, “As if. I don’t befriend people so easily, Serena. I’m not you.”

Abruptly, the limo came to a halt, and Blair would have been thrown from her seat had it not been for Serena’s steadying arm. A grateful smile passed between the two friends.

Chuck leaned forward and rapped his knuckles against the window separating them from their driver, demanding, “Arthur! What happened?”

“Nothing to fret about, sir. We had a close call with a motorcycle, but everything’s under control,” Arthur reassured Chuck.

A motorcycle. How fitting.

Nate thought it was probably a great time to remember they existed. “Are you alright?” he asked Blair, concern in his eyes.

“Absolutely peachy.”

To Chuck’s knowledge, that curt two-word response was the first thing Blair had said to Nate since the moment he had left them together in Blair’s room.

Chuck had been honest with her; he didn’t want her and Nate to get back together. The thought of them rekindling their relationship and going back to Blair begging for his best friend’s affection made him nauseous. She deserved to flourish, not to be diminished. Nonetheless, they needed to have a real conversation, and Blair needed to unburden herself like a ship unmooring from a heavy anchor.

“Can we talk?” Nate continued.

Blair scoffed, “Do you think this is the best time to talk?”

“It’s never the right moment with you.”

“And why is that?”

Nate’s apology came slowly as he searched for the right words. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened. I truly am. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.”

Blair laughed bitterly, “Sorry? Were you sorry when you were drooling all over Serena yesterday?”

“I didn’t do such a thing,” Nate protested, confused.

“You may think you’re subtle, but you’re the most obvious person on the planet.”

He attempted to explain, “I—”

Blair cut him off, “I couldn’t care less. Stare all you want, have your way with her. I’m done with you, as I should have been a long time ago.”

“Hey, I’m right here,” Serena chimed in.

“I also don’t care.” Blair was in no mood to accommodate anyone. She stood up as best as she could and headed for the limo’s mini bar to grab another bottle.

Chuck tried to stop her, “I think that’s—”

But Blair was unstoppable in her current state, a force of nature unleashed. “You too, shut up, Chuck. This is all your fault.”

Uncorking the bottle and taking another substantial swig of champagne, Blair returned to her seat, putting a bit more distance between herself and Serena. She needed to slow down if she wanted to make it to the party in one piece.

“Get it through that thick skull of yours. We’re not getting back together. Ever. No matter how much you plead, beg, or cry. We’re over.” Blair confronted Nate once more.

The finality of her words almost made Chuck smile, but he resisted with a shake of his head. That, unequivocally, was his girl.

Nate struggled to respond, stammering, “But…”

“But nothing. Why do you want to keep being miserable, Nate?”

“I was not miserable with you. I love you.”

Blair’s indignation was palpable. She stumbled as the limousine took another turn, and Chuck almost reached out to steady her. But he remained seated, choosing to lie low as the storm raged on.

“Stop lying to me! To yourself. Be a man for once and accept that this is not what you want. This is what your mother wants. You never wanted this. And I’m done being the one who always has to try to salvage something that’s utterly hopeless. I don’t want to be second best. I’ve been in that place long enough,” she breathed heavily. “I deserve better than you.”

“I’m sorry,” Nate offered.

Blair shot him a withering look, retorting, “I’ve already heard that.”

Serena intervened, “Blair, can we calm down?”

But Blair refused to back down. “No! Didn’t you all want me to talk about it? To face it? Well, here we are, facing it.”

“Not like this.”

“It just hurts to hear the truth, doesn’t it, S?”

“You’re right.” Nate finally spoke.

“What?”

“Yes! You were right. You are right. I have not been honest with you, not now, not for the last couple of years in our relationship.”

Blair’s mouth opened in astonishment.

“I’ve been pushing for this relationship, not because I wanted it, but because my family needed you, your family, to fix a lot of the problems we are in,” Nate confessed. “And when I say I’m sorry, Blair, I really mean it. I didn’t know what else to do. I’m sorry for making you feel insignificant, and even though I can’t give you what you truly deserve, I do appreciate you as a friend.”

“Friend,” Blair muttered.

“Mister Bass, we are already here.” Arthur’s voice resonated through the glass.

The limousine pulled to a stop, and as the door swung open, the ambient sounds of the lively party enveloped them. Their view from the outside was limited, but the soft glow of lights spilled from the open doors and windows of the summer residence.

Chuck was the first to step out, adjusting his exquisitely tailored black suit. He had chosen to forego a tie for a more relaxed and casual look, leaving the first button of his shirt undone. Blair, albeit a bit unsteady on her feet due to the champagne, followed with a resolute air, determined to put their recent argument behind her. Nate and Serena emerged last, unable to meet each other’s gaze. It was but a matter of time before they surrendered to the inevitability of their feelings. Serena might think she was in love with Humphrey, but their façade of a relationship was on a path to nowhere.

Upon crossing the threshold into the grand house, Blair and Serena left the boys to their own luck, offering vague promises of reuniting later as they went arm in arm to make their presence known. Knowing Blair, her minions were in for a treat.

With a casual pat on Nate’s back, Chuck pulled a bag of pot from his pocket and gestured toward the table stocked with potent alcohol.

“Let’s seek the end of the bottle,” Chuck suggested.

Nate offered no resistance.

Approaching the table, Chuck poured a rich, amber whiskey into Nate’s glass, handing it to him without a word. Nate downed the glass in one swift gulp, a silent plea for Chuck to refill it. Chuck obliged, filling Nate’s glass up to two fingers once more, as well as his own.

It was definitely going to be one hell of a long night.

“Hey, Chuck!” a cute girl, whose name escaped him, greeted him with a warm smile as she passed by. “Will I see you later?”

Chuck couldn’t recall where they had met. Was she one of the Carrington girls? He wasn’t sure. Or the Beckman’s? From that party two months ago. There was no point in trying to remember, so he returned the smile and nodded. “Certainly.”

Perhaps he’d have some fun after all, he mused, though the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Nate’s somber demeanor persisted, his gaze fixed on Serena and Blair at the far end of the room. The two of them had already secured glasses and were effortlessly mingling with the other guests. Blair, as always, radiated confidence, her authoritative and regal posture outshining everyone in the room, including Serena. It might have been Nelly Yuki’s party, but the queen would forever be Blair. No matter how hard others tried, they could never quite match her.

“Care to share the thrilling details of yesterday’s game?” Chuck attempted to steer Nate away from his depressive path, a task that seemed increasingly impossible with each passing minute. He didn’t know what more he could do. He had tried drugs, alcohol, girls, and even joining Nate on his early morning jogs. Who woke up at five in the morning just to run?

Nate remained silent, downing his second glass.

“You need to shake it off, Archibald,” Chuck prodded further. “There are plenty of fish in the sea, and that lost puppy look isn’t doing you any favors.”

Nate’s reply came after a moment’s pause, his gaze shifting from the girls to Chuck, a heavy sigh accompanying his words. “You don’t understand. What I said in the limo…”

Chuck meticulously crumbled a bit of pot onto a silver tray resting on the table, seamlessly blending it in a sleekly rolled cigarette. The pungent aroma of the illicit herb wafted through the air. With a flick of his expensive lighter, he ignited the cigarette and exhaled a plume of smoke. “Imagine I don’t and enlighten me.”

Taking a deep drag, he savored the distinct melding of tobacco and pot, allowing the harmonious blend to cocoon him in a cloud of soothing relaxation. Chuck extended the cigarette toward Nate, who declined with a subtle shake of his head.

Whatever. You only lived once.

“The thing about your mother and your family. What’s going on there?” Chuck pressed for more information.

“We’re in a lot of debt, man.”

“What are you talking about? You’re a Vanderbilt, for heaven’s sake.”

“My grandfather wants nothing to do with my dad. He has left my mother to fend for herself as long as she remains married to him, and we won’t see a penny.”

“So, you’re fucked.”

“Pretty much.”

“And your family is counting on Blair’s family to save your father’s sorry ass,” Chuck summarized bluntly.

Nate nodded in confirmation. “My father needs Eleanor to trust him with her company, and that will only happen if I stay with Blair. If her mother believes we’re still together, it’s our ticket to pay off the debt and everything would be back to normal.”

“Minus Blair.”

“My mother wants me to give her my grandmother’s ring to prove our loyalty.”

“That’s low,” Chuck reflected, astonished. “Even for me.”

“I know,” Nate replied, reaching for another glass of whiskey.

“Take it easy.”

“Look, I’m well aware of how it sounds, and there isn’t a day that goes by without me feeling guilty about this. It has been eating away at me. But I don’t know what else to do. If we break up, my family faces ruin. If I continue pretending, I hurt her. It’s a lose-lose situation.”

“If it’s money you need, you can have what’s in my trust fund. I don’t need it.”

“I don’t want to borrow your money, Chuck.”

“Why not? Is your grand scheme with Blair a noble way to get money?”

“No, but—”

“No ‘buts,’ Nathaniel. Stop hurting Blair. She doesn’t deserve this.”

“Don’t you think I know that?”

“You’ve had a peculiar way of showing it.”

Nate shot Chuck a piercing look.

“Who do you think you are now? Her guardian?”

“Don’t take it out on me.” Chuck took another deep drag of the cigarette. “I’m the last person who would judge you here. You could murder someone, and I’d help you hide the body. Hell, I’ve played alongside you in your game with Serena long enough, longer than I should have. But you need to stop this. We don’t hurt each other. At least, we try not to.”

“The four of us. We’re family,” he continued, his words resonating with the weight of years filled with shared secrets and an unbreakable bond.

Yet another question gnawed at Chuck’s mind, one he suspected he knew the answer to but desperately needed his friend to voice. “Do you love her?” he finally ventured, his eyes locked onto Nate’s, searching for a glimpse of the truth within. His heart raced, awaiting the response.

“Who?”

“Need me to spell it out for you? Don’t be dense.”

“Yes, I do,” Nate paused. “I did. It was simpler when we were kids. No expectations, just us. Blair was the most beautiful girl in school, and I was the most popular. It made sense. We made sense. She was fun to be around, the girl with the headband, full of spirit and determination. She had us all wrapped around her little finger.”

Nate’s eyes sparkled with nostalgia, and Chuck couldn’t help but share a smile. He’d been smitten from the moment he met her. But his best friend didn’t need to know that.

“But as time passed, that feeling never really grew into something more. I care about her deeply, you know that, but I’m not sure if I’m in love with her.” Nate resumed.

“If you’re unsure, it’s probably not love.”

“And what do you know about love, Chuck?”

“You’re right. I don’t know anything.”

As the party went on, a group of girls, including the one Chuck was supposed to remember, could not stop looking in their direction. There was a constant murmur circulating among them, and the girl in question playfully whispered to her closest friend before sending a suggestive wink his way. Yet, on this night, the innate seductive charm that usually accompanied Chuck along with the inclination to whisk her away to intimate quarters were conspicuously absent. He was such an idiot.

Despite his effort to force another smile, his expression twisted into more of a grimace. Undeterred, the girl continued to beam at him.

Resolute in not delving too deeply into the conflicting signals from his body and mind, Chuck finished his cigarette and tossed it out into the silver tray. Anxiously, he hoped that the potent combination of weed and alcohol would lull the remaining neurons of his mind into a merciful slumber, silencing them completely.

However, such a respite would not be possible. The high-pitched, hysterical laughter of none other than Georgina fucking Sparks echoed like a symphony of madness too close to his liking, prompted by some remark from Nelly Yuki. Nothing the nerd could say could be that amusing. But that wasn’t the most surprising thing. Georgina hung provocatively from the arm of the boy who had crawled out of the sewers of Brooklyn, while Nelly looked at him with a loving gaze.

“Blair is going to annihilate them.”

“Who?”

Chuck motioned toward Georgina, who had now taken to whispering into Dan’s ear. It seemed she had found herself a new play date. Only time would tell how long this one would last. The real question lay on the nature of this connection—was it a mere parasitic arrangement, or could it evolve into something more symbiotic?

“I hate him,” Nate growled.

“That’s a strong sentiment coming from you, brother.”

“He is always parading around as if he’s better than us, and then he treats Serena like shit.”

“I’m not sure that stylish lumberjack shirt elevates him above us,” Chuck remarked. “He just reeks of desperation—a poor attempt to worm his way into our world.”

“Really?”

“Obsessed even.”

“Do you think he’s using Serena?”

“Without a doubt.”

Serena and Blair were blissfully unaware of the ticking time bomb, engrossed in their own little world. However, it was only a matter of time before the news spread. Whether it was the spawn of Satan or Humphrey’s homeless appearance in a high-society party, the duo’s presence was definitely going to make the rounds.

“Let’s go before this whole situation turns into a complete disaster. After what I pulled today and your little revelation in the limo, Waldorf is out for blood.”

Nate nodded.

Chuck swiftly drained his glass, leaving it on the table as he approached his friends, Nate at his side.

“How are our favorite girls?” Chuck asked, smoothly inserting himself between them, his arms casually draping over their shoulders.

“What’s gotten into you?” Blair inquired, a single eyebrow arching in suspicion.

“I was merely contemplating the sheer wonder of us being here together.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Not quite.”

“Then you’ve lost your mind. What are you scheming, Bass? I know you.”

Could Nate be of any help here? Unfortunately, his best friend turned out to be as useless as an appendix.

“I’ve said it before, parties are dreadfully dull without you.”

Blair, clearly unconvinced, scanned the surroundings. When she was about to discover what they were spectacularly failing to keep from her, Chuck let go of Serena and pivoted Blair, compelling her to meet his gaze.

“Blair…”

“Bastard,” Serena interjected.

With a gesture of surrender, Chuck released Blair. They couldn’t say he hadn’t tried.

“Oh, no, no.” Blair finally realized, and her gaze transformed into one of pure, unbridled hatred. “They are going to find out who the real bitch is here. For real this time.”

With a determined stride and a deadly stare, she advanced toward the new couple. Serena, Nate and Chuck trailed behind, unwilling to leave her alone. Pieces of Georgina could end up scattered in every corner of the room, and Chuck wanted a front row seat to the impending show.

“What did I tell you?” Blair seethed.

“Babe, do you hear something?” Georgina said to Dan with a devilish smirk, feigning innocence.

Dan shrugged, a defiant glint in his eyes. “It must be the wind.”

Babe. Serena’s face flushed crimson at the implication.

Blair closed in on Georgina. “I’m going to rip you to shreds,” she hissed, her fingers clenching into tight fists, “and once I’m through, there won’t be a damn thing left for the vultures. Not that they’d fancy a bite of you anyway.”

“Blair, darling, you’re always so dramatic. What’s got your knickers in a twist this time, huh?”

“I wasn’t aware that today’s dress code leaned towards attention-seeking and poor taste. My mistake.”

“I think it’s more about betraying best friends and making a fool of yourself,” Georgina replied with a mocking smile.

“Georgie, sweetie,” Blair emphasized the nickname with a disdainful note in her voice. “At least I have friends, unlike you, desperately clinging to relevance like it’s last year’s fashion trend.”

“Embrace those brief moments of attention before the world shifts its focus to the next puppet.”

Blair laughed.

“You actually thought you could come back here and act like nothing happened. I made it abundantly clear—I never want to see you again.”

“Since when do I care in the slightest about what you want?” Georgina dismissed with a wave.

“You should. I rule here, and there is no room for harpies nor for leeches.” Blair cast a quick glance at Dan. “Have you mistaken this place for your own personal circus?”

“Every circus needs a clown and you fit the bill perfectly.”

“And you’re just the wild animal trying to steal the spotlight, and we all know how those end up—tamed or caged.”

In the midst of all the commotion, Serena didn’t take her eyes off Dan and Georgina. Dan squirmed a little but remained calm, trying to appear unaffected by Serena’s gaze or Blair’s words.

“Are you two together?” Serena interrupted, the question slipping out of her.

Dan sought Georgina’s approval before he replied, “Actually, we are.” Georgina leaned into him, a sly grin playing on her lips, clearly enjoying the drama unfolding around her.

“Looks like the circus has brought you together after all,” Chuck commented dryly.

Georgina brushed off his remark. He clearly wasn’t the target of her plan, nor did she want him anywhere near it. But she was dreaming if she thought he’d stand idly by. Chuck Bass was not Nate Archibald.

“It seems like we should all be celebrating.” Georgina raised her glass to Serena. “You and Nate. Dan and me.” She winked.

Blair’s jaw tensed, but she swiftly masked it with a cold smile. “The only thing worthy of celebration is your audacity, believing anyone cares about you and this pitiful excuse for a writer. Cheers to delusion.”

“Don’t be jealous, Blair; they say a powerful woman has to stand all by herself, right?”

“And you, of course, wouldn’t understand the concept, would you? Forever clinging to a man’s arm, unable to shine on your own. Bored of Chuck already, are we?”

“More like I’m bored of her,” Chuck added, his tone nonchalant. “There’s only so much begging a man can handle.”

A fleeting, almost imperceptible frown marred Georgina’s bitchy posture, and her eyes, once sparkling with mischief, now betrayed a glint of pain. As she crossed her arms defensively over her chest, her finger tapped an impatient rhythm against her forearm. Georgina Sparks didn’t cope well with rejection.

In that moment, clarity flashed in Serena’s eyes, and Chuck could see the gears turning in her mind. Without missing a beat, she shifted her focus to Chuck, a predatory glint in her gaze. No.

No. No. No.

“It’s not me and Nate who we should be celebrating,” Serena declared, looking intensely at Dan and Georgina as she moved towards Chuck.

“He is your brother,” Georgina spat, almost at a loss for words.

“Stepbrother,” Serena corrected. “And since when did you become the poster girl for morality?”

“I don’t believe you,” Dan interjected skeptically.

“Would you like us to put on a show for you, Humphrey?” Chuck pulled Serena closer, deciding to play along with the charade.

Blair’s eyes bore into him, the flames of anger and disappointment flickering just beneath the surface. To defy the rules Serena had laid down would be to concede victory to those two, an outcome Chuck couldn’t allow. The end undoubtedly justified the means, and Chuck was determined to play every card. Then, why did he feel a pang of guilt deep inside, as if he were betraying Blair? He forcefully redirected his focus, reminding himself that in any game, he was not just a player but the undisputed master.

Serena pressed herself harder against every inch of his body, but it failed to stir anything within him. It was like trying to light a match in the middle of a windstorm. Even for Chuck Bass, there were lines he neither dared nor wanted to cross.

“You don’t do relationships,” Dan persisted, probably attempting to convince himself.

“Who said anything about relationships? Don’t be old-fashioned. Living in Brooklyn, you’d think you’d be at the rise of progress.”

Chuck looked Serena up and down, lasciviously. “Besides, we don’t need a label to enjoy each other fully. In myriad ways, in countless places.”

Dan swallowed with difficulty. “That’s disgusting.”

“Says who? The one tangled up in the sheets with Georgina Sparks?”

“It’s completely different. She’s not my sister.” Dan’s retort fell flat.

“Don’t get nervous. Serena’s not mine either.”

“You know Chuck really knows how to pleasure a woman. And there’s just something about the forbidden… it really gets my blood going.” Serena decided to participate, likely taking advantage of Dan’s evident discomfort.

“She was... tired of childish games, craving someone more seasoned. If you catch my drift.”

Dan’s mask slipped completely. They had struck a nerve. Or two.

“Exactly,” she said, sliding a hand through the lapel of his suit jacket and getting it into his shirt. “I didn’t know how much I was missing.”

“Good luck collecting a bunch of venereal diseases,” Dan said in a last attempt to regain some dignity.

“I could say the same to you,” Serena replied.

“You were so quick to jump first into my bed, then Nate’s, then Chuck’s. Is there anyone else missing from this party who might be next?”

“Don’t make me punch you in the face, Humphrey.” Chuck was dying to do so.

Dan distanced himself from Georgina and withdrew. He really thought he could play the game, but, to no one’s surprise, Dan had no idea who he was dealing with. Games were Chuck’s second skin, and even if Serena was mostly an amateur, she held herself together almost gracefully.

Serena tried to follow him, but Chuck held her tightly against him. If she left now, all the effort put into this impromptu act would be in vain. Let Humphrey enjoy the consequences of trying to outwit them; it was a lesson he obviously needed to learn.

“I gotta go find my boyfriend,” Georgina said, still a bit shaken.

Serena lunged forward as if to punch her, but Chuck intervened for the second time. Once Georgina was out of sight, Chuck and Serena let go of each other.

“Easy,” Chuck advised. “Humphrey will be begging on his knees in no time. Just give him some space. They’re not a thing.”

“I’m getting out of here. This party sucks,” Blair announced out of nowhere.

Her crossed arms and the tense lines on her face told him that something was definitely wrong. They needed to talk, even if he wasn’t quite sure about what. The only thing that was clear to Chuck was that he was not going to let her go alone right now. “I’ll come with you.”

“Don’t talk to me.”

While not exactly promising, Blair hadn’t explicitly told him that he couldn’t join her. He could work with that.

“Nathaniel? Serena? Are you both coming?” Chuck asked his friends.

“I’m going to stay here if you don’t mind,” Serena replied.

“I’ll stay with her,” Nate decided.

Chuck had no objections whatsoever.

“Don’t get mad, B. It was either him or Nate, and you know I couldn’t use Nate.” Serena seemed to sense her friend’s distress and attempted to smooth out the edges.

“Why would I get mad? You can do whatever you want with him,” Blair almost spat the last word.

With that, she marched toward the entrance of the house.

Chuck bid farewell to Nate and Serena, winking as he said, “Don’t do something I wouldn’t do.”

As they were exiting the house, the group of girls from before stopped him, causing Blair to pause when she realized he wasn’t following.

“Where are you going?” the girl said with a hand on his chest. Amanda? Juliet?

“I’m leaving.”

“But you promised me something.”

“I didn’t do such a thing. Look, you’re cute and all. I’m sure you'll find someone else, but I have to go.”

“With her.”

“I’m not just ‘her’. I’m Blair Waldorf. You better learn that name.”

Blair wasn’t just mad; she was absolutely furious. Her face was an open book.

#gossip girl #gossip girl fanfiction #chuck x blair #chuck bass #blair waldorf #chair #chair fanfiction #chuck x blair fanfiction #fics #*#i totally forgot to update it here so i'm a few chapters behind #but if anyone is still reading #i really hope you like it!

2 notes · View notes