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a grin as she spins on her heels, ❛ not for NATE ARCHIBALD. ❜
mouth unfurls into a teeth - baring grin of his own. he reaches his arm around her shoulder to pull sylphlike figure taut against his side. ‘ i was in the neighborhood, thought i’d drop by to see how you were doing. ‘
‘ you scare them all away ! ‘ jest rings sweetly as head tilts . lips press together , all too knowing as eyes narrow in . ‘ if you and my dad had it your way i wouldn’t be dating until i was forty . ‘
‘ yeah, you’re probably right. but hey, i’m serious about that guy. ‘
i’m sorry i suck at being here lately !! my attention has been occupied by my main muse, but i’m gonna be around today for starters n’ thangs. as always, feel free to leave me stuff !
❛ well, it just so happens i chose the same day to unpack. you know, if i didn’t know any better i’d say you REALLY want me to go to your party. i’ll tell you what - i’ll make an appearance at this party, IF you help me unpack. i could use a pair of strong arms. ❜
‘ GREAT, you have a deal. when should i be there ? ‘
nate archibald appreciation post • (13/???)
❝ nope. i’m not telling you. consider these lips sealed. if i tell you, you’ll tell chuck & then blair will ban me from manhattan… & i will never forgive you if that happens. ❞
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‘ you know, i’m kind of offended that you think i would tell CHUCK, especially if it’s as big of a deal as you’re making it seem. ‘
‘ there was a way out back the entire time and you didn’t say anything? ‘ the flirtation of a smile flickers upon poppy-stained lips, a single brow raised for good measure. ‘ you’re the worst, nathaniel. ‘
‘ i’ll make it up to you. ----- c’mon. ‘ crown tilts in the direction of aforementioned exit, mischief manifesting as a smile, a distinctive glimmer in his eyes. he rids his grasp of the crystalline glass, fitting her dainty hand against his palm.
everyone immersed in conversation, putting use to their practices of fake smiles and forced laughs, their escape through the crowd is a cinch.
❜ I DON’T KNOW. i thought this whole aura of mystery thing was workin’ for us. ❜ a simper creeping along her blush - tinged petals, such a sucker for charming boys and their pithy flirtations. ❜ i’m buffy —— summers. ❜
‘ nate. --- archibald. ‘ intrigued by her beauty and snared by her wit. girls like her are dangerous and he is willing prey. hands tuck into his coat pockets, a single step forward initiating their side by side stroll. ‘ are you from around here ? ‘
❛ yeah … as much as i LOVE a good party, i’m going to have pass. i have a date with the last cardboard box sitting on the floor of my bedroom. - can’t officially settle in, until i’m ACTUALLY settled in. it’s just been sitting there, & i guess it’s time to give up on the idea of going back to tree hill. ❜
‘ brooke, if that box has been sitting there THIS LONG, it can wait another day. what’s it going to take to get you to come ? ‘
The money, the drugs, the privileges, they’re just keeping us numb, so we don’t notice it’s better out there in the real world.
Serena + Nate’s shirt - requested by anonymous
lockwoodspecial replied to your post : “ why is there glitter everywhere? ”
the caveman spongebob is almost as good as that one brooke icon
i remade it just for u
“ why is there glitter everywhere? ”
the morning after // not accepting.
‘ MAN … ‘ head thumping, stomach turning - the aftermath of a celebratory post - game party. he can still taste alcohol in his mouth, reeks the fetor of it every time he exhales, and knows he had too much of it every time an acerbic taste creeps up from the back of his throat. recent memories are unobtainable in his thoughts. he remembers winning the game and coming here. everything in between is lost, including the reason for all of the minuscule splinters glistering on their disheveled, half - missing clothes and the furniture around them. ‘ i don’t even wanna know. ‘
“ where did you learn to do that? ” serena @ nate
the morning after // not accepting.
’ WELL, let’s just say i’ve had a little practice. ‘ he still remembers their first time together, though he won’t admit it, due in part to the consequential strain it haunted them with. but if it wasn’t one of THE BEST NIGHTS OF HIS LIFE. all of that expensive champagne fresh on their breath, samples swapped by tongues while they shed their clothes on an empty bar. their limbs were as clumsy as their mouths, drunken on the indulgence of the desire they kept locked away until they couldn’t. she was his first and he had been helplessly inexperienced. but what he lacked that evening, he’s made sure to compensate for tonight.
stripped down to bare flesh, he hovers himself over her slim figure swathed in silk sheets, casting down a teeth - baring grin. he lowers his lips, presses them against her jaw, chuckling breathlessly onto her skin. ‘ that’s a joke, serena, you can laugh. ‘
‘ why don’t you come to the party i’m throwing tomorrow night ? it might be just the thing you need - get to know everyone, make some friends. come on, it’ll be fun. ‘
@soulhcart ; brooke davis
