where did you find this chuck bass and can I have one? butter to my biscuit I swear. thanks so much for sharing!

This is just delicious amd divine

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I loveeeee this. I love it. It's just so Chuck and Blair, so vintage hollywood. This is what dreams are made of. Literally.

This was such a sweet story and had a really nice rhythm. Thoroughly enjoyed! Thank you for sharing!

I love classics and so I loved this, you paint a picture so beautifully it makes my chest hurt.

I always felt that as much as Blair loved Audrey, and thought and dreamed in classic hollywood. How befitting that Chuck would be a bit of those stars, Cary Grant, Bogart and my fave of them all Brando. I sometimes see a dash of Gable as well. Great one-shot.

Very cute. :)

If I wasn't already hooked, this part:

"The next time their paths cross, she looks quite the librarian and his fantasies go on overdrive. He would take her on a desk, on a chair, on a shelf. He would take her here and there; he would take her anywhere."

definitely would have done it.

Ha. Really great work :-)

Loved it! One of my favorites ;)

haha, this is great!

Tami

xx

Lines I love, and want to steal:

Since his father was hardly ever around, Cary Grant taught him how to stand and talk, Humphrey Bogart taught him how to smoke and be worldly, and Marlon Brando taught him how to smirk.

“One day at a time,” he assures Nathaniel. He begins with Sundays. Naturally, Sundays are a good day. He hardly ever sees Humphrey, usually spends time with Eric, and almost always gets a peek at Blair Waldorf.

He saunters to her. She smells like silk. If silk had a smell, it would smell like Blair Waldorf.

“Because I wanted to… Because you’ve earned it… And because I love you,” he whispers.

Spoken like the cinema. He knows she’ll replay it over and over again in her mental movie. He’s happy to contribute.

When he pulls back, it’s him that’s breathless, and she’s the one smiling. “You’re going to marry me, aren’t you?”

She knows it. She tastes it on his lips. He never could keep a secret from her. Not for long, anyway. She’s sucked it right out of him.

“No he wouldn’t, and I’ll tell you why,” he begins, and her lashes tremble slightly. He places his hands on either side of her face. Yes, she definitely smells of silk. “Because he couldn’t control you, and the truth is that you like to be controlled. Not all the time, but just enough. Just every once in a while. It does you good. Keeps you in check, makes you shine.”

“I’m moving on from old times. I find that, though they’re quite lovely, they lead nowhere,” she remarks and eyes him doubtfully.

Your true-to-characterness amazes me.

This was lovely. Thank you!