you need me like a bad habit (chuck&nate//ed&chace)

chuck_nate @ 2008-07-15T13:39:00

2008-07-15T16:42:27Z

see the whole batch @ lemonchelo

chuck_nate @ 2008-07-09T20:52:00

2008-07-09T19:54:27Z

Here at my journal

fanvid.

2008-07-06T21:03:54Z

Pairing: Ed/Chace
Song: So Contagious by Acceptance
Watch @: Youtube

The Bassmobile. [Chuck/others]. NC-17.

2008-07-06T20:52:34Z

Title: The Bassmobile.
Author: bond_girl
Pairing: Chuck/OFC, Chuck/Blair, Chuck/Dan, Chuck/Nate.
Rating: NC-17
Betaed: by the wonderful dramady who reminded me to breathe.
Word count: 2'500
Summary: Sex. Life. Hate. Love. Bassmobile. --- or --- New York flickers over their flushed cheekbones like a disco ball of failing hopes. --- or --- Five Times Chuck Bass Had Sex in a Limo.

Disclaimer: Lies, all lies. Please do not sue.

(The Dirty Poetry of Bodies Rhyming in Need.)

Cross-posting here, at chuck_nate, a month later because Chuck/Nate is where this fic's heart is.

icu lurking in here babyface

2008-07-06T14:04:22Z

Just an ed/chace graphic I made while bored as my internet was out. Thought I'd share. the lyrics are from Brian McKnight's "I Belong to You"

The Gossip Girl Anonymous Kink Meme

2008-07-06T09:53:37Z

Apologies to the mods if this isn't allowed - please delete this if it isn't - but I just wanted to pimp gossipgirlanon, the Gossip Girl Anonymous Kink Meme.

Intrigued? Check out our user info for more information.

xoxo

fanvid.

2008-07-06T06:07:28Z

Pairing: Nate/Chuck
Song: Chemicals React by Aly & AJ
Notes: Read the description before you watch vid. Download link available.
Watch @: Youtube

chuck_nate @ 2008-07-02T17:37:00

2008-07-02T21:38:23Z

the secret's in the telling
an ed/chace music video

+16

2008-06-30T23:54:37Z

16 Gossip Girl (1x2, 1x8, 1x17, behind-the-scenes filming, cast)

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ViM: The Ficathon Prompt List

2008-06-30T16:48:39Z

Ye Olde Ficathon Prompt List

One Word Prompts
1. Steel

2. Guilt

3. Acceptance

4. Fear

5. Lust

6. Martinis

7. Lies

8. Secrets

9. Gossip

10. Official

11. Closet

12. Limo

13. Library

14. SATs

15. Brunch

Phrase Prompts
1. Best kept secret

2. Page six

3. Truth and dare

4. "Have I apologized enough for what I did yet?"
"No."
"Fuck you."

5. "He's Chuck Bass."

6. We used to be friends

7. Time out

8. Ain't no party like a Chuck Bass party

9. The Kama Sutra

10. "There are some lines even Chuck won't cross."

11. Little J

12. Queen B

13. "It's our fucking initials."

14. Christmas at casa de van der Bass.

15. My favorite mistake

Situational Prompts

1. at the Hamptons, out of season

2. Nate tries in vain to delete pictures of himself and Chuck from his mobile

3. The social event of the season, both boys dressed up to the nines, unable to resist temptation

4. The boys and Carter, before he left and came back

5. Nate finally visits Chuck's burlesque club

6. Back to Brooklyn

7. Chuck goes to Europe... just not with Blair

8. Chuck finds a present in his bed

9. Nate and Chuck need community service hours

10. Why Chuck loves morning mass

11. Getting caught in an unusual place

12. Someone other than Chuck or Nate muses on the relationship between Chuck and Nate

13. Nate can scheme better than Blair and Chuck put together

14. Chuck or Nate go to Eric for advice

15. Chuck has a very flamboyant closet for a straight guy

Photo Prompts

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Add at will guys (I sure did!), and I hope this helps those of you who are stuck!

chuck_nate @ 2008-06-29T15:35:00

2008-06-29T14:37:48Z

gossip girl [1-13]
leighton meester [14-25]
lost [26-40]
ed westwick [41-43]
kristen dunst [44-49]
grey's anatomy [50-57]
evangeline lilly [58-61]
elizabeth mithchell [62-63]

all here at thefairydust

You Know you love me. A gossip girl RPG

2008-06-29T00:19:20Z

In need of original characters, and premades (: Check it out.

fic: Freudian

2008-06-28T16:37:06Z

Title: Freudian
Pairing: Chuck/Nate
Rating: Rish
Spoilers: Set after the end of season one.
Word count: 1,927
Summary: Nate has been having some troubling dreams. Nate doesn't normally do angry, but he's willing to make an exception for his girlfriend-fucking ex-best-friend. Only, apparently, his subconscious isn't angry. His subconscious is instead merely curious about his sexuality, experimental, lascivious, and unaware that Nate is a heterosexual male who is really pissed off with Chuck Bass.

'I want you, Nate,' Chuck says, walking towards Nate in that confident, self-assured manner he has. 'I always have. I only got with Blair because it was a way of getting closer to you.'

Chuck slides his arms round Nate and pulls him close. Nate thrills like a shy virgin in a Harlequin romance novel and Chuck leans in, masterfully, and kisses him hard, stubble against stubble.

'I love you, Chuck,' Nate says.

Then he wakes up.

Fuck.

*

Nate has been dreaming (night-dreaming, not day-dreaming, at least) about Chuck kissing him for... well... about a fortnight now. Since the wedding. Since Chuck stood Blair up on their romantic trip and elected to go to Hawaii to forget about her. For once, Nate wasn't invited with him, which rankled and relieved him in equal measures.

The dreams started off innocently enough. Nate would be having sex with Serena, who would morph into Blair. Only then she would get taller, and broader, and wear bizarre, seventies-esque clothes and oh, look, she had turned into Chuck.

The first time it happened he woke up in a cold sweat. The second time, too, and the third, but by the fourth he was just really horny, and he had to jerk off before he could pee. It's embarrassing, really. I mean, he's known the guy since fourth grade. They've been best friends since forever. He's seen Chuck with vomit running out of his nose, after all, getting a handjob from a hooker, and making undignified squealing noises as he came. He knows Chuck. He, more than anyone perhaps, knows what a cunt he can be. He has, on the face of things, forgiven Chuck for Blair, but deep down he's resentful, angry, downright pissed off. Nate doesn't normally do angry, but he's willing to make an exception for his girlfriend-fucking ex-best-friend. Only, apparently, his subconscious isn't angry. His subconscious is instead merely curious about his sexuality, experimental, lascivious, and unaware that Nate is a heterosexual male who is really pissed off with Chuck Bass.

Nate does what he can to take the edge off, like watching lots of lesbian porn (and not because he feels an affinity with them) and hangs out with Serena a lot and does heterosexual things like... drinking and going to bars and flirting with pretty girls. Eventually, giving in to the desires of his heterosexuality, he puts the moves on Serena, only she tells him that she doesn't want to hurt Blair so rejects him. He's nowhere near as hurt as he pretends to be.

He sees little Jenny a bit, too. She was quite a successful cover-up for one gay scandal, after all. Not that he's saying he's gay. Just... it's important to have options. She tries to kiss him a couple of times but he just does his quiet and brooding thing and tells her it's 'too soon' and he 'won't be manipulated like this'.

'Like what?' she asks, all exaggerated innocence and big, precocious eyes.

'You know,' he says darkly, intently, and she subsides, which is a relief, because the manipulation accusation was just a lucky guess, born of spending all his time with two of the most Machiavellian teens in New York.

The whole Chuck 'thing' also spells the end of things with Vanessa. It's a shame, because she was feisty and sexy but... well... the only time they tried to do it was when he was really drunk and he couldn't properly get it up. She said it was 'okay' and that it 'happened to everyone' but he could read between the lines and just hoped beyond hope that she wouldn't tell anyone. He doesn't want to be gay and impotent.

The sixth Chuck dream is the most embarrassing. Chuck is wearing a pink dress in it. One that Blair had worn to their first anniversary date, how fucked up is that?

'I want you to be my first,' Chuck whispers in Nate's ear, and dream-Nate gets an instant boner, before screwing Chuck over his kitchen table. At the end Blair walks in, clad in a plaid sweater-vest and wearing a striped scarf. 'Who are you?' She asks Nate, and he wakes up aching and disgusted and... aroused.

Next step is to turn to google, and his dreams could mean, in turn: repression, confusion, not being in touch with his masculine side, unresolved issues or, and this is his favourite because it's easily solved, that he just hasn't got laid recently enough. He sets out for a party the next night and takes home a girl he once cheated on Blair with. He had only kissed (and groped her) before but this time they have very satisfying sex, and he is relieved to discover that he still wants to fuck girls. She leaves after, kissing him smugly, and smearing her hot-pink lipgloss over his perfect cheekbones, 'Call me'. He falls asleep contented, only to dream of Chuck wearing lipgloss and complimenting him on his penis. 'It's bigger than I thought, Nate. I'd like to touch it, may I?'

He wakes up before his dream-self can answer, and only the sight of the used condom (used with a girl) in his bin can calm him down enough to let him eat breakfast.

He has a voicemail message on his cell when he checks it, and he expects (hopes) it's Sandi, the girl from last night. It's Chuck, short, sweet and wholly terrifying, 'Hey Nate, I'm back in town with some amazing Cuban cigars and the place to myself. Leave my stepsister alone and come hang out with me.'

He switches the phone off with an embarrassing squeak of fear. Chuck? Back? He doesn't know how to deal with this, whether he should punch him, blank him or... just hang out with him. In a heterosexual way, of course. Soon his mind is skipping merrily down all the things they can do when they hang out. Maybe swim together, basketball, saunas... sex. No. Scratch the last one. Oh, okay, and all the others. They will be doing nothing that involves sweat or near-nudity he hopes, or at least he thinks he hopes. He's not altogether sure what he wants right now.

Nate is on Chuck's doorstep within the hour, wearing his best moody-sad face (it used to work a treat on his mom when she grounded him) and carrying a whole host of prepared, offensive one-liners.

'Nate, you came!' Chuck hugs him and Nate steels himself for the kiss which will definitely, positively follow it, coupled with 'You feel so good Nate, I want to lick your abs.' He's surprised when it doesn't. Chuck lets go, shortly, and leads the way to the kitchen, offers him a cigar which he takes, dazed, and sucks on deeply, before worrying once more if cigar-sucking is some form of homosexual foreplay.

Chuck talks enough for two of them, and doesn't seem to notice how quiet Nate's being, how reserved. In retrospect, it's probably no more reserved than normal, when two words an hour is common enough. Nate just 'uh-huhs' and shrugs until Chuck puts a hand on his forearm (Nate swallows) and asks, 'Are we okay? I want us to be okay.'

Nate's mouth feels like it's entirely emptied of saliva and it seems to take a supreme effort for him to say, 'Yeah, I'm over it. You're a dumb-ass, and I'll beat you up if you ever stab me in the back again, but I'm over it.' He even summons a 'joking' smile which he's sure looks more like Jack Nicholson's 'Here's Johnny!' face. Chuck seems to buy it, though, as he smiles and gets out a bottle of wine and pours them both a glass, watches as Nate swigs his.

'How does it taste?' Supercilious as always.

'Expensive,' Nate replies, snappily. Chuck just sniggers.

Getting drunk is not high on Nate's list of 'sensible things to do with Chuck'. No, really. He has written this list which consists of 'being out in public', 'talking about girls' and 'keeping tables between us at all times'. But, who cares, in for a penny... he downs his glass, wipes his mouth, and holds it out for more.

'Nathaniel!' Chuck pretends to be horrified. 'Do you even know what this wine is?'

'Expensive,' Nate repeats again. 'Now stop being a dick and just get drunk with me.'

So he does, and they do (four bottles of wine slip down easily), and they talk about Serena, and Vanessa, and skate over the issue of Blair. Chuck reveals his fantasies about Georgina 'before she went completely loco' and describes the threesome he had in Hawaii. It wasn't his first, but it was his best, apparently. Nate, for his part, tells him about Sandi, but does not, absolutely not, tell him about the dreams. Chuck gets so drunk he pukes a little bit, and that helps ease Nate's urges. It's hard to want to kiss someone when they've got a little dribble of vomit on their chin and they're saying, 'Don't fucking admire me... I'm rich but I'm sad,' before heaving again. Nate can't stop laughing which makes Chuck more belligerent, but eventually he stops puking, and Nate helps him clean his teeth, and wipes his face, and gets him in bed.

'Nate,' Chuck whines, 'I am such a dick. I feel like a twelve year old at his first party.'

Nate just shushes him and asks him, hopefully, if he needs help undressing. But Chuck's passed out, on his front, with his mouth open. Nate leaves a bin by the bed and climbs gingerly next to him, lying on top of the covers. His head's spinning and though he's downed glass after glass of water in an attempt to outwit the hangover fairy he knows she's going to find him with a vengeance tomorrow. He feels disappointed, as well as relieved, that nothing happened with Chuck, and falls asleep, happy that his subconscious has been silenced.

Unfortunately, as fate would have it, it's not the end his subconscious's dalliances with homosexuality, even given how disgusting Chuck looked when being sick. Instead, Nate dreams that he's pressed body-to-body with Chuck, suddenly, sleepily, messily kissing him. He tastes of spearmint and vomit in the dream (ew), and in it, Chuck has to stop suddenly to throw up in a bucket besides the bed. This is definitely the low point of his dreams - what would Freud make of this? - and Nate really hopes that he's about to wake up, before the acrid smell hits his nostrils, and the sound of retching hits his ears, and he realises that he is awake already.

Having just kissed someone who's puking. A boy who's now puking. His best friend who's now puking. A whole host of questions fly around his head angrily like wasps, before settling, throbbing dully around his temples: Did he cause the vomit? Is he that bad a kisser? What does this mean? But then the questions are overridden, and silenced, by one small word which seems to sum everything he's feeling right now up:

Fuck.

He doesn't realise he's said it out loud until Chuck pauses from his noisy dry heaves to lift his head from the bucket and say, 'No, Nathaniel, I'm too drunk to,' before passing out again.

Whoever said being Nate Archibald was easy? Nate wonders, and starts to groan as his hangover arrives with a vengeance and he struggles desperately to get back to sleep.

Hopefully this time, it'll be dreamless.

- end

Three kisses between Chuck and Nate that didn't occur, and one that did

2008-06-27T17:20:40Z

Title: Three kisses between Chuck and Nate that didn't occur, and one that did
Rating: R
Pairing: Chuck/Nate
Disclaimer: Sadly, the characters don't belong to me.
Author's Note: This is all over the place when it comes to time - stretches from them at 15 years old to the aftermath of the Bass/Van Der Woodsen wedding.
Summary: Chuck raises his left eyebrow, and Nate wants to laugh because he's seen Chuck perfecting that little move in front of the mirror one too many times for it to be impressive.

1. Boys will be boys

So, let's set the scene: aged fifteen, hanging out in Chuck's suite, 5am and the aftermath of one of the infamous Bass blow-outs. He's been having them since kindergarten practically, and this year featured not one, or two, but three girls climbing out of cakes and doing the whole breathy Marilyn Monroe happy birthday thing before disappearing inside the bathroom with Chuck for one birthday present Nate's sure he'll never forget.

It was the best party ever ('yet', Blair had added, acid in green Givenchy, still refusing to let Nate swipe her precious V-card), but the mood was killed when Serena threw up all over Chuck's bedspread, and in his beautiful, Italian leather, shoes. The situation could have been salvaged but she wouldn't stop laughing, and even someone as beautiful as Serena can't get away with being that much of a jackass, so Blair took her home, and then the gaggle of interchangeable hangers-on left, and Chuck threw one of his tantrums (almost as famous as his parties) and all the guys shuffled out.

Nate stayed, of course. It's what best friends do, you see: they pick up the pieces. So Chuck raged, and ranted, until Nate threw the offending shoes out of the window and they narrowly missed a passerby, which obviously broke through the gray clouds of Chuck's mood, and he laughed, and laughed.

They carried on drinking then. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila floor, but they just made themselves more comfortable there and continued on with vodka.

Blair incessantly rang Nate's phone but he was too drunk to answer and in the end Chuck dropped it, still switched on, in a brandy decanter, where it buzzed angrily for a few seconds before giving up the ghost. They both laughed a lot at that, probably more than it deserved, and Chuck told Nate that Blair was a bitch, and Nate pretended to get really angry at him, and they wrestled around on the floor for a while.

Nate was taller and stronger, but Chuck gave as good as he got, and they ended up face to face, chest to chest, crotch to crotch. Nate's laughter died as Chuck looked at him intently, and bucked his hips up to meet his dick. 'I never got a birthday present from you, Nate,' Chuck said, quietly, his voice laden with intent, and he leaned in as if to kiss him.

Nate wasn't sure how to respond, or whether he should respond, but when their lips were only centimeters apart Chuck started laughing again and pushed him off. 'I never thought I'd lose at gay chicken to you, Archibald! You fag!'

Nate laughed along then, but wondered why his relief didn't feel as... good as it should. Still, four vodka shots more and he just stopped thinking.

In the aftermath of that particular hangover - where Nate's brain felt like it was slowly being crushed by his skull - everything was forgotten. Or at least, Nate pretended it was. It was easier that way.

2. Threesome

Nate's kissing and kissing and kissing this girl. Portia? Perdita? Whatever. Her lips are soft and pouty and her skin smells like butterscotch. He's far drunker than he should be, and he should not be doing this, no, certainly not when Blair is at home with flu for the evening, certainly not on Chuck's bed. But... she just smells so good, and she's moaning and pushing against him and her body curves in all the right places. Blair pushes him off when he gets too horny, or jerks him off, perfunctorily, but her heart's never in it and he always feels empty and a little bit ashamed right afterwards. But Polly? Paige? just licks her lips, shoots him a sexy, stoned smile, and goes down. Right down. Oh. Yes. Like that.

Barely registers the door opening until, 'Sorry to interrupt, Nate,' and Chuck's leaning against the door. Smug like the cat who's got the cream as well as the canary and wearing some absolutely ludicrous shirt, unbuttoned to the waist. There's a girl leaning against him, giggling and giggling and it's a cloying, irritating sound. Phoebe, or whatever, has stopped doing that amazing thing she was doing with her tongue and has managed to do his flies back up, but she's too tipsy to stand, so just stays where she is, wiping her mouth, looking amused and a little bit embarrassed.

'Mind if we join in?' Chuck raises his left eyebrow, and Nate wants to laugh because he's seen Chuck perfecting that little move in front of the mirror one too many times for it to be impressive.

Chuck's 'date' (ha) stops her giggling suddenly, abruptly, and just stands there looking nervous. Gnawing her red lips and looking down at the ground as Chuck refuses to drop her hand. 'No Chuck, I... won't,' she says, finally, and he doesn't even look at her as she leaves, just shrugs and shuts the door behind her, leans against it, still smiling that supercilious smile of his.

The blonde girl - a Serena lookalike, replacement, whatever - gets to her feet and pads over to Chuck, pulls him in for a kiss, before looking over her shoulder at Nate, as if asking his permission, or just showing him what he's missing. He's too drunk to care, really.

Chuck takes her hand and walks over to the bed, sits down with her, and looks at Nate. Really looks at him, intensely. 'You want to do this?'

Nate doesn't know if he wants to or not. He's drunk and horny but feeling a bit guilty now... a bit weird. Still, he sits, numbly, next to the girl, and she places his hand on her thigh, so his thumb's pressed against her, and they start kissing. He can smell Chuck's aftershave now, rather than her sweet, light perfume, and it makes his stomach twist. He opens his eyes and Chuck's kissing her neck, pushing her down onto the bed as she moans against Nate's fingers.

It's when Chuck moves in to kiss her that Nate panics. His mouth is so close to Nate's that he can taste his breath. It smells of cognac and cigarettes, and Nate's breathing feels laboured the closer Chuck leans in. The girl writhing between them is forgotten, it's just Chuck's mouth, the faint stubble on his cheek, his tongue wetting his lips. Then Chuck's mouth moves past him, and down, down, over her stomach and she giggles, moans messily.

Nate stands up suddenly, feeling horrible and queasy, 'I can't do this,' he mutters, to no one in particular: Chuck and the girl are too busy to notice, let alone to answer.

He slams the door behind him and goes to the kitchen, downs cup after cup of bitter coffee (it seems fitting) until he feels sober enough to leave. He stops off at an all-night pharmacy downtown and buys Blair all the flu products he can think of, and a box of crappy chocolates that he knows she won't eat. The maid lets him in and he finds Blair red-nosed and feverish in bed, watching old movies. She's enchanted by his gesture and kisses and kisses him. They lie together and she asks him what he's thinking. He says, 'Of how much I care about you,' but that's not true at all. All he can think is that she doesn't taste of butterscotch, or of cognac and cigarettes. And how he wishes that she did.

3. Serena

It's the aftermath of the drunken 'incident' with Serena, and Nate feels guilty as hell. He can't bear to look at Blair, or to touch her, and whilst he thinks she's slightly grateful for the respite from his amorous suggestions, he also knows that she's starting to realise that something is up.

'I just don't know why I did it, Chuck!' Nate paces up and down the polished floor of his kitchen, gesturing with the hand that isn't holding a glass of Brut. 'I mean, I've known Serena forever and I've never done anything before. So why was that any different? Why did I do it?'

Chuck shrugs, 'Because you were horny, and you wanted her. You're human, Nate, you make mistakes. We all do. Giving in to your desires is normal, admirable even.'

Nate grimaces, 'There's nothing admirable about sleeping with your girlfriend's best friend, Chuck, you know that.'

'I just don't get why you're so... torn up, over this. Come on, Nathaniel, you've cheated on Blair lots of times before.'

'Twice! Twice before! And I only had sex with one of them!'

Chuck just grins, smugly, swigs his champagne straight from the bottle. 'Still, all I'm saying is if you've cheated on her before, why is this time so different?'

'Because the other girls didn't mean anything,' Nate sags slightly, as if all the will has gone out of him, 'but this is Serena and... And I think I...'

'Oh, please, Nathaniel, you think you're... what? In love with the girl? She's a drunk! A fun drunk, I'll grant you, but not worth throwing things with Blair away for. You love Blair. I don't understand why, exactly, but you do. Serena was just a mistake and Blair never has to know about it.'

'What if Serena tells her?' Nate looks like a puppy that's just been kicked. 'What then?'

Chuck rolls his eyes. 'She won't. She cares too much about their friendship for that. You're safe. Just... try not to fuck any of Blair's friends again. For a while, anyway.'

Nate laughs then, finally, and Chuck's relieved. He hates it when Nate broods on things. 'I can assure you, I will definitely be keeping away from Blair's friends for the forseeable future.'

Chuck laughs, 'I think we should toast to that.' He lifts his bottle and Nate lifts his glass, 'To not fucking your girlfriend's friends.'

And Nate adds, 'And to definitely not falling in love with them.'

They down their champagne and then pour some more, toast one another, Blair's virginity, Georgina Sparks... anything they can think of, before eventually passing out at around four am.

Chuck wakes up to find Nate in bed with him, fully dressed and snoring gently. He looks really young in his sleep, Chuck thinks, and, without considering his actions, plants a kiss on Nate's forehead. The kiss wakes Nate up, just slightly, and he sighs. Chuck, encouraged, does it again and Nate wriggles closer, tries to wind his arms around Chuck's neck and properly kiss him.

Chuck considers letting him, just for a minute, moves closer until they're pressed together. He's almost done this before, after all, but this time there's no girl as a barrier between them, it'd almost be too intimate, too frightening. He can't quite bring himself to go through with it. Not like this, driven by morning-wood and guilt, Nate half-asleep or pretending-to-be-asleep. Instead he just turns his back on Nate, closes his eyes, pretends it was a dream. When he wakes up, Nate's gone.

4. Holiday

Blair is still not back from that fateful trip she was supposed to take with Chuck. He has apologised over and over, stilted over bad phone-lines. He has told her he has to take care of his father's business interests at home, that Eric needs him, that he's been sick, but they both know he's lying. Neither of them care as much as they thought they would. Blair feels a brief sting, but then, the trouble of keeping Chuck faithful would have been more than she could deal with, would have taken more trips to Rigby and Pellier, more barbed witticisms, more acerbic putdowns than she thinks she could have kept up with.

Chuck, for his part, cares, somewhat. He doesn't regret sleeping with the hired help, or standing her up, but he resents the fact that he really is such a stereotype. He always thought that he was playing a role, somewhat, that he could change. Apparently not. So, this summer is exactly what summers have been about before: fucking, swimming, cognac, Cuban cigars and parties that go on all night. The only difference is the lack of Nate. Nate is still there, on the periphery, but his role before was always to be the sidekick, backing Chuck up at all times. Chuck doesn't have the energy to find a replacement. He thought for a while that Eric would do but... he's too young, when everything is considered, and he has no interest in women which means that Chuck's boasting falls on deaf ears. What he liked best about Nate was his envy, unabashed, shameless envy eating him up inside whenever Chuck told him of a new conquest, even while he pretended that Blair was enough for him.

This Nate thing, or lack-of-Nate thing is an annoyance, like a fly buzzing around his head that he can't swat, or a snatch of some half-remembered song that stays in his mind all day. It is troubling to be without Nate, and more troubling that he even cares. But, he can't shake how wrong it feels to be going through summer without him. To be partying, drinking and hanging out without the one person who actually knows him, deep down, the one person who has shared his life, his bed, the girls he's slept with. Chuck calls Nate, finally, bitterly, embarrassed to be doing the chasing for once in their relationship.

'Nate?'

'Yeah?'

'What are you doing tonight?'

An awkward silence, then, 'I don't know. Serena mentioned something about making me dinner, maybe.'

'We both know that's a lie, Nate. Serena Van der Woodsen does not cook.'

A sigh, then, 'Fine, I'm not doing anything.'

'Good. I find myself at a bit of a loose end, so... my place, around ten? I'll roll us some joints, and pour us some whisky.'

'I don't know, Chuck, pot seems a bit... soon, after my Dad and everything.'

'Don't be ridiculous: it's herbal, Nate, and you're nothing like your father.' Chuck hangs up the phone then, and goes to change his clothes. Something non-threatening, something that reminds Nate of the fun times they've shared. Something that makes him look younger.

He watches porn for the two hours until Nate arrives. Amateur stuff that he bought dirt cheap from under the counter in some sleazy adult store. The girls are never that good looking, and the angles and settings look so dirty. He likes it much better than the professional stuff, and has tried on several occasions to persuade girls to let him film them. So far they've said no, but... he's sure it's just a matter of time.

When Nate arrives he looks crumpled and awkward and sad. 'I can't stay long. I said I'd go see Serena.'

Chuck waves his hand, 'Whatever, whatever, it's just good that you're here. I haven't seen you in a while.'

Nate runs a hand through his hair, 'Yeah, I've been busy, dealing with family stuff, the press, you know.'

'And Serena?' Chuck needles gently, pouring Nate a tumbler of whisky.

Nate flushes angrily. 'She's a friend going through a tough time. I'm just trying to be there for her. That's what friends do. Or what friends are supposed to do, anyway.' He stares at Chuck, until Chuck looks away.

'Sorry,' Chuck mutters. 'I just wondered what was going on. I haven't seen you around properly for weeks.'

Nate just shakes his head, sips his drink. 'What are you doing here, anyway, Chuck? I thought you were supposed to be going away with Blair on some romantic trip? You know, that was why I forgave you - because she was supposed to mean something.'

Chuck shrugs, 'You know me, Nate, you know what I'm like. I couldn't go through with it. I'd have hurt her more in the long run anyway.'

Nate nods at that, slowly. 'Yeah, I guess you would have. You're pretty good at hurting people.'

Chuck sighs, 'Blair's a big girl, she can take care of herself. We've spoken lately, and, reading between the lines, it's not like she's alone on that holiday.'

Nate laughs, finally, but it's too loud, too fake, 'Blair's smart, you've got to give her that. And she certainly doesn't waste time.'

'I did, do, care for her. But, I didn't want to ruin everything, and I would have. I've never had a girlfriend, never really cared for anyone before... except you,' small pout of the lips and shyly looks up at Nate through his lashes, but he's not taking the bait.

'And look how that's turned out!' Nate's words are bitter but he's laughing. 'God, Chuck, you really are a fuck-up sometimes.'

'And you're better? You slept with Serena, kissed little Jenny, allowed her to manipulate you, and now you're back hooked on Serena! You're not perfect either. Neither of us are. We might look that way to outsiders, but we know who we are... what we are.'

Nate reaches for the whisky decanter, pours himself a tumbler and knocks it back, coughing as it burns, wipes his mouth. 'Fuck, that's strong.'

'You've just forgotten what it tastes like. You haven't been here to drink with me for a while now, have you?'

'Guess not,' Nate immediately refills his glass and Chuck raises one (plucked, not that he will ever admit it) eyebrow. 'I thought you weren't staying long, Nate? You're certainly not drinking like that's true.'

Nate shrugs, 'I lied. Better not go see Serena anyway, not while I'm drunk. She's on the rebound and... I don't want next year to be as messy as this year's been.'

Chuck laughs mockingly, 'When have our lives ever been anything but messy, Nate? You'd get bored if we were as perfect as we're supposed to be.'

'Yeah, but I could do without all the drama. Everything has got so fucked up lately. Georgina, Serena, Blair, you, my Dad... It's been hard.'

'Finish your drink, it makes everything easier, I promise.' Nate smiles, reluctantly, and does as he's told, even lighting up the joint Chuck offers him, inhaling deeply.

It's exactly like old times, but with an edge. Neither acknowledges the distrust or discomfort but it's still there, flavouring the room, making everything slightly bitter. Nate laughs too long at a self-deprecating comment Chuck makes. Chuck sniggers when Nate explains his feelings for Serena. It's more awkward than it's ever been before, even when Chuck was fucking Blair, but he hopes it'll get easier between them. He's not prepared to let their friendship just die. Anyway, it feels on a more equal footing now. The Serena thing is going to complicate stuff with Blair and Nate fucking up has always given Chuck a warm glow.

'I've missed you,' Chuck says, without looking at Nate, because looking at Nate will make this more embarrassing than it is.

'I know,' Nate says, but he doesn't know why Chuck has missed him, doesn't know that he's missed his quietness, and the way he's never judgmental, or the fact that he always stands by Chuck when he messes up. Well, almost always.

They get more and more stoned and when Nate switches the porn on Chuck doesn't complain, just laughs, and they sit there making crude comments, most of them insulting, but occasionally complimentary, in a bizarre way. When Nate switches the porn off Chuck doesn't complain either, nor when he sticks his tongue in his mouth, or puts his hand down Chuck's pants. He just lies there and lets him: it feels like this has been coming for a long time, after all, and he's loathe to say anything to break the spell, just helps Nate take off his clothes and shucks off his own, leaving them crumpled on the floor. The maid can deal with it, Chuck thinks. She's certainly dealt with worse.

They kiss, and kiss, and it's messy and sloppy and Nate tastes of whisky and tobacco and memories. They don't fuck - too drunk to - but they jerk each other off while avoiding each other's eyes.

They fall asleep together, as they have so many times before. When Chuck wakes up Nate's got out of bed and ended up on the sofa. Looking at him sleeping there feels like coming home.

-- end

As far as rumors go, I like this one.

2008-06-27T04:11:45Z

I was surfing Perez Hilton just now and stumbled onto something that made me squee, fall on the floor, and then think of this community.

http://perezhilton.com/2008-06-26-lovers

We've been contacted by entertainment reporters - within days of each other - from the NY Post and the NY Daily News.

They both wanted to share a juicy piece of info - too juicy to print, they said.

Seems like on-set sources, which the pubs tell us are reliable, have told each paper that Chace Crawford and Gossip Girl co-star and real-life roommate Ed Westwick are in a relationship and not trying to hide it, at least on set.

BOTH NY papers tell us that Chace and Ed were recently seen kissing, open-mouthed on set (in Chace's trailer).

Very interesting!

The Post and Daily News both declined to publish this item because they don't like to "out" people.

Well. What do you think? I know it may be a complete fabrication - I mean, c'mon, it's Perez Hilton - but it's a fantastic image. I look forward to what comes from this gossip! Eeep.

Oh. Hi, by the way. I hope this allowed!

ViM: Drabble Prompt 1

2008-06-23T21:16:13Z

Happy Monday, everyone! It's time for your first drabble prompt.

the day we met

OR

Hope you're feeling inspired! Just respond to this entry with your drabbles. If you want to pimp this out to other people, too, then go ahead. The goal is to have a good time with it.

Just put the title of your drabble, the pairing (chuck/nate or ed/chace ONLY), and the rating in the comment title, okay?

See you next Monday with your next prompt~

P.S. header contest (there's only one entry so far!) and ficathon signups (you know you want to!) :D

About that thar ficathon

2008-06-21T21:17:43Z

Reply to this entry using the following format. I'll do my best to match you all up adaquately. If we have an uneven number of participants, I'll step and write one, but only if necessary. Comments are screened.

I'm taking a bit of the idea given to me on this post and putting up a prompt list. Pictures, words, quotes, whatever for people who are having a bit of trouble coming up with an idea or who have run into a bit of writer's block to be inspired by. The prompt list will be a free-for-all (come, take, don't take, doesn't matter) and just because you suggested a prompt does not mean it will necessarily make it into your fic, so please don't get too attached. There's already a place on the form for you to dictate what you want. :D

Signups will run from June 21 to June 29. The prompt list will be put up June 30.
Ficathon entries are due on July 30. That gives you over a month to get them in!

RULES:
1) Write the fic.
2) Post it (in your journal, preferably, but whatever) with the name of the person you wrote it for included somewhere in the header.
3) At midnight on July 30 (US Eastern time), I will put up a collection entry. You will comment on that entry and link me to it.
4) Go to the master list I will make once all the entries are in and check out everybody's fics.
5) Have fun!

P.S. That header contest is still on! Send your entries (sized 760x279) to me at uncreat1ve7@gmail.com! We'll vote on those some time in August so we can have a spiffy new header just in time for some of us to go to school.

chuck_nate @ 2008-06-21T20:41:00

2008-06-21T18:42:09Z

♥ comments are love
♥ credit misscla if you take
♥ feel free to friend me
♥ textless icons are not bases
♥ please, do not hotlink

[51] - Gossip Girl icons
Teasers:

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A multi-friending fandom meme

2008-06-21T03:39:44Z

A Multi-Fandom Friending Meme: Sponsored by Chuck Bass

Vacation in Monaco: Pre-Takeoff

2008-06-19T19:45:28Z

I'm going to put up the sign-up post on June 21st for everybody who's interested, but before then:

View Poll: #1207552

The first drabble prompt will be posted on Monday (June 22).

And, as of right now, chuck_nate doubles as an Ed/Chace community. I'm making it official and everything, even though we're not changing the comm name or anything. Because, technically... same thing.

Mod Post: Vacation in Monaco

2008-06-16T07:08:13Z

Yes, well, right. I figured I should mod a little while I'm in a working mood. I'm going to go update the fanfiction list in a minute, too.

But, before that, I'm sure you've all noticed that our precious show has gone on hiatus just when our precious boys got back together. Which means we all need something to do while we wait. Which is why I present to you:

Vacation In Monaco: The Chuck/Nate Summer Challenge

This actually has nothing to do with their vacation in Monaco. It's really just a series of things to keep you all busy, but interested in your ship.

First of all, there will be drabble challenge for all that are interested. Every Monday (starting next Monday, not this one, because I need to gauge your level of interest first), I will give you a drabble prompt and you will write at least 100 words about it. Simple, right?

And, just so our fantabulous graphic artists don't feel left out, I'm in the market for a new header for the community. Thus, I am declaring a header contest. Locate your favorite Chuck/Nate or Ed/Chace caps, make a pretty header out of it, and email them to me at uncreat1ve7@gmail.com. Header must be 760x279 in order to go with the current layout. I'll have everyone vote on them and whoever wins will make our comm just that much prettier.

Also, I think we should do some sort of ficathon. Would anyone be on board for that?

Volunteer Beta

2008-06-06T04:14:07Z

Hi, I'm homicidalslayer, and I'm fairly new to this community.

I'm not particularly good at writing fan fiction, but I (obviously) like to read them,
and I'm officially throwing myself on the little-used pyre.

That's right, people, I'm volunteering to Beta your Chuck/Nate fan fiction. I'm editor-in-chief of my student
newspaper, and I want to stay in practice over the summer, to improve my "eye" for grammar/spelling
mistakes. (Yes, I realize how nerdy that is, but I'm competitive.)

So the offer is open to any writers who are interested, and any rating of fiction.
I have only one condition:
If you don't take criticism well, either steel yourself ahead of time, or find someone else to do it, because I will not hesitate to flame your grammar/spelling/formatting skills. I don't believe in half-assed jobs.

So, if anyone out there is interested, comment please.

Chuck/Nate pre-slash flash fic

2008-06-01T14:26:17Z

Chuck/Nate
prompt; IM [from my friend, Nat]

(but I think I like it when you instant message me...)

Fanfic Compilation (Repost)

2008-05-27T02:44:19Z

To make things easier for those of us who never actually use our memories, I've compiled a list of all the C/N fanfiction that's been posted to our lovely community since its inception. You can access it from the userinfo and I'll keep it constantly updated so as not to miss a fic. If you don't see your fic on here and think it should be on here, comment and let me know! Remember, this isn't a rec list. Your fic has to be in the community and be primarily Chuck/Nate.

EDIT: Just reposting the old fanfiction compilation on this account. Nothing's different about it except for how it's up to date now. *sparkles*

Grand Archive of Community Fics
Chuck/Nate

Oneshots
PG
These Bones Are Mere Accessories by 1shotjunkie
10_themes prompt #4, fear: immediately following 1.10 hi, society. nate wonders where chuck has gone.

Lift Me Up To The Stars by shiplessheathen
Chuck's got that smirk on his face, and Nate knows that means trouble.

PG-13
everyone's a letdown (it just deepens on how far down they can go) by 1shotjunkie
10_themes prompt #6, hate: there are some things nate hates about chuck.

Nine Facts About Chuck Bass ~~He Would Never Admit To~~ by kuteki
Chuck rhymes with fuck and Chuck always thought that was kind of perfect.

Every Available Option by visionofblue
Chuck actually is capable of restraint, not that Nate is aware of that.

Clap Me On, Clap Me Off by make_me_shiny
Chuck and Nate's relationship can hardly be defined as stable.

5 Lies That Chuck Bass Has Told And That Nate Archibald Has Believed by pickitup
Chuck is arrogant, and cruel, and sometimes girls cry and ask him 'how can you live with yourself?' or 'how can you sleep at night?' and he answers, respectively, 'easily' and 'I don't get much sleep with girls like you around anyway', topped off with a lascivious wink and a brief, flashing grin.

Anatomy by ailawho
Chuck has been trying to get Nate into bed for years.

Blame It On Zooey by ammonite7
When he was fourteen, Nate was stoned out of his gourd and watching a rerun of an early Spielburg movie on TV with Chuck.

Bodies Rust In Motion, Fight Night and Day by goddesspharo
"Since when do you subscribe to fairy tales?"

R
Alone by applesgreen2
Takes place after 113. Nate observes the ruins.

Reversal by yourstrulytessa
Nate gets drunk. Chuck takes care of him.

Marker by lucylooo
"You know, if worse comes to worst, I could always just take the money you owe me out of your very pretty hide."

Possession by lunafille
Three old friends, two boys - one night that changes everything...

You Make Me Feel In Control of my World by maz4pj
He would only take what Nate offered him and give only pleasure in return. No orders, no requests, just soft pleas of ‘more’ and ‘don’t stop’.

Mediocre People by hell_in_the_end
Their eyes connect and he, once again, feels the sinking feeling he’s been feeling for months, although it could have been years with the way he is.

Vestiges by cupiscent
Not even the Pope could remain innocent while being Chuck Bass's best friend.

Yellow Ribbon by cupiscent
Chuck's back; Nate still doesn't get it. This probably won't assist his comprehension in any way, but Chuck's beyond caring.

When I Was Young by hell_in_the_end
Chuck just nods and Nate thinks this might work after all.

It's A Hard Life To Live So Live It Well by otempora01
Nate does a series of stupid things. All of them begin and end with Chuck.

I'll Love You Forever or Find Something Better by otempora01
Chuck was a dangerous guy, but he was even more so when he was bored.

Forgiving You is Easier Than Missing You by maz4pj
Written for the ggfic_exchange. Nate and Chuck fuck and make up.

A Winning Combination by pickitup
Chuck can compartmentalise with the best of them. One part of his mind for Nate. One for Blair. One tiny, disgusting part for images of all three of them.

History Lessons by pickitup
5 short pieces about Chuck and Nate's friendship. Sometimes Nate thinks about it: about how intent Chuck looked when he leaned towards him, how his eyes were so focussed, how he unconsciously licked his lips to moisten them, even whilst his mocking smile told Nate that this was all just a game, and that to play along would be dangerous.

Control by zooeyrye
Hot boys and alleyways.

Bad, Worse, Best by bitchygrrl
Monaco is not what Chuck anticipated.

Take The Edge Off by amchara
Carefully laid traps can have unintended consequences.

Three kisses between Chuck and Nate that didn't occur, and one that did by pickitup
Chuck raises his left eyebrow, and Nate wants to laugh because he's seen Chuck perfecting that little move in front of the mirror one too many times for it to be impressive.

Freudian by pickitup
Nate has been having some troubling dreams. Nate doesn't normally do angry, but he's willing to make an exception for his girlfriend-fucking ex-best-friend. Only, apparently, his subconscious isn't angry. His subconscious is instead merely curious about his sexuality, experimental, lascivious, and unaware that Nate is a heterosexual male who is really pissed off with Chuck Bass.

NC-17
With Thine Eyes by lucylooo
Nate is tired of sleeping on Chuck's couch.

Slut by lucylooo
Merry Christmas, Monaco.

The Space Between by lucylooo
Nate hates Chuck right now, but Chuck doesn't really care.

I Should Probably Feel Cheap But I Just Feel Free by sinandmisery
There isn't time for Nate to think about what sleeping with his best friend will mean in the morning

Best Laid Plans by bond_girl
What would a golden boy with no plan and a bad boy with a master plan do when they have hots for one another?

Retribution by pickitup
'Look at me,' Nate orders him, so he does. He stares into Nate's eyes and part of him wants to crawl away somewhere and hide. He feels horribly exposed: like the top layer of his skin has been sloughed away and here he is, naked and raw and ashamed.

Reflections by pickitup
He lets himself into Nate's room without knocking and regrets it the minute he does: there is a girl only wearing panties sprawled in Nate's bed and Nate is nowhere to be seen. The girl - blonde, leggy, disposable - eyeballs him angrily. 'Ever heard of knocking, Bass?' She hisses.

Cowards Bend At The Knee by green_postit
Dan has sex with Nate and Chuck and Nate and Chuck have sex with each other.

WIPS
PG-13
Designer Friends [2 * 3] by wands_by_day
Chuck was never one to really give a damn. Too bad he lost the only person that even gave a damn about him.

Brother Dearest [Part 2] by wands_by_day
Nathaniel Bass. Just the thought of being Chuck’s brother seemed pretty cool at first. Too bad incest was the last universal law that Chuck had yet to break. (Story implies that Nate and Chuck made up.)

NC-17
Refused [Part 2 (Rated PG)] by belovedbywar
After a night of drowning his sorrows in alcohol, Chuck has a terrible encounter.

Drabbles
The Only One Who Could Hurt Me by pairatime

Words by yourstrulytessa

Completed Drabble Requests by sinandmisery

I Do My Best For You - A Drabble Collection by talk_back

Better Off As Lovers and more by sinandmisery

Untitled Drabble 01 by mneiai

Bite Your Tongue by politelypuzzled
Poetry drabble. Takes place after Nate beats Chuck's ass.

Pre-Slash Flashfic by smudgedblue_x
Prompt: IM.

Vacation in Monaco: Drabble Prompts: [Orders by bozothemoose]

&

Ed/Chace

None yet.

Last updated June 29, 2008.

chuck_nate @ 2008-05-26T14:55:00

2008-05-26T17:55:14Z

[1-7] Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
[8-21] Gossip Girl 1x15 'Desesperate seeking Serena'
[22-32] Rachel Bilson
[33-37] Blake Lively and Penn Badgley in Mexico
[38-44] Hayden Panettiere*

Preview:

here @ iiconsarelovee