oh, you’re in for a ride. hahahaha good luck (:
and thank you! <3
oh, you’re in for a ride. hahahaha good luck (:
and thank you! <3
oh, come on, nate. when have you ever been happy?
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else but you
calm down anon! here it is, as first promised to jeremylockwood!
nate and serena
- what was their first kiss like:
He remembers wearing green.
It was Carter Baizen’s sixteen year old party. Serena was determined to be the first one to arrive and the last one to leave; she was still in constance’s plaid skirt and a purple top, her blond hair falling in locks and she had boobs and was everywhere, every fucking where he looked.
They would sometimes play a stupid game which consisted in stealing quick kisses and taking pictures while doing it; boys and girls, girls and girls, sometimes boys and boys. I have a girlfriend, he tried to convince people, but Blair was drunk enough not to care when Carter kissed him, just a smack and a polaroid flash, and she was the one who insisted that her best friend did it too.
Serena brushed her lips against his for a second; for another one he opened his eyes and saw hers shining as she’d just discovered something, but maybe it was his burning stomach that did. Carter said they were way too pretty to be together and kissed her full on the mouth, all teeth and tongue.
He sat on the couch and Blair came to hold him, teased her lips on his neck and then fell asleep. Kat and Iz decided to take her home, asked him if he was coming, but all Nate actually felt like doing was getting higher while watching Carter and Serena’s heavy make out session.
(he couldn’t decide if he was jealous or if it turned him on somehow. probably both.)
At some point there was about six people left; Chuck fucking Georgina Sparks in the bathroom; some older guys; Serena taking a very drunk Carter to bed and Nate, sitting in the same spot his girlfriend had slept in, blazed out of his mind.
He thought about whatever Carter was going to do to her and why he was even thinking about this when she came back from his room, her hair all messed up, tipsy feet that took her right beside him and made her steal his last joint.
Her lips were red and swollen and her mouth was wide with pointy white teeth like she was the prettiest vampire he had ever seen.
"Where’s Blair?", she asked briefly, leaning her body against his for a while.
"Kat and Iz took her home… what about Baizen?"
Serena smiled her Serena smile and said that he was way too drunk to even do anything. She also held his hand and started playing with his palm and decided that they should do one last stolen-kiss photo, since they were last men standing.
She brushed her lips against his again. Nate remained with his eyes opened, and maybe the drug allowed him to count all her long, mascara’d eyelashes.
"I’m gonna kiss you for real", he told her without thinking, without even meaning, without even wanting to.
She smelled like Chanel N.5 when she said okay, and she tasted like cuba libre, something unknown and Carter Baizen when he slid his tongue inside her mouth; clumsy and fast as his heartbeats. Thing is, Nate hadn’t even realized that he had a beating heart until that moment. She breathed in and touched his face and then was gone, holding back a smile and getting up and pulling her skirt down a little bit, going back to Baizen’s room like nothing had ever happened.
The next day, when he was on his right mind, he french kissed Blair for a while, and thought that her rhythm was way more fitting then Serena’s, that was not much more than a mess.
His newly discovered heart just never stopped racing against his mind.
- where were they their first time having sex
It might have not happened, it’s his conclusion, after a while.
Except for the hickies in his neck, the bite marks on his shoulders, the scratches in his back; except for the shirt that he would never see again; except for her scent and the fucking champagne giving him the headache of a century, there was absolutely no proof that it happened.
He could always blame the alcohol. She was going to blame the alcohol, he was sure of that. He would just say that the champagne got his mind blurried and then it was all just a blur. A blur of golden and laughter and twirling and her hair and her legs all over the place. Of course, if the thing ever came to discussion, he could say that.
It wasn’t like he was expecting her to stay. It wasn’t like he was expecting some of it to become truth. Of course it wouldn’t have
But she shouldn’t have said those things on his ear. She shouldn’t have said how much she wanted, how much she always had wanted him, I want you, I want you, Natie, please, please, she shouldn’t have asked, she shouldn’t have kissed him like that, all messy, all tongue and teeth, she shouldn’t have followed him from the Campbell Apartment to his bedroom, she shouldn’t have straddled him in the car ride, she shouldn’t have said anything.
Except for the messy sheets and his lack of clothes; except for her scent in every fucking piece of cloth in that room, there was nothing that could ever reveal that she was ever with him, that she was ever that close to him, as close as someone could ever be, as close as he always wanted her to be.
You have no idea how long I, it was the last thing she said before falling asleep on his arms, before cuddling close to his chest, and except for that unfinished sentence, except for their forever unfinished love story, nothing was said that would ever make him think that maybe, just maybe, she would want to be there when he woke up.
It wasn’t like she owned him anything. Breakfast in bed, or flowers, or a note, or a text. So he grabs his phone solely to call Blair, his girlfriend, her best friend, because Blair was probably worried sick, and he owned her something. Even though nothing had happened, he needed to make sure that Blair believed in that.
When he called Serena’s number, it was out of pure curiosity. Are you okay, he wanted to ask, because it was probably the right thing to do, damn that champagne just to assure that she was right there with him, that she would pretend with him, because really, there was nothing else to do but that.
Where are you?, he spilled to her voice mail even before he could think about it, I mean… I thought you’d be… Not that you need to, I just… Are we going to pretend that… You said that I had no idea how long you… And I don’t know what you meant by that, but I… I know this never happened but are you coming back soon? I mean, could it be that you just went to the bakery? Or downstairs? Maybe you’re just talking to my mom and… I am so in love with you. Well, I’ll wait for you to come back… And then we can talk this through and… I’ll just wait for you.
Serena changes her number, disappears for a year. She might have never listened to that voice message, for all he knows. He’s glad. Really, he’s glad.
It might have never happened.
- who’s louder
Nate is surprisingly quiet in bed. He groans and breathes heavily and his hot mouth is always around hers; he calls her baby sometimes and bites on her lower lip. He tells her how tight she feels, how perfect she is, he says her name in low tune, several times, like a mantra, like a religion.
He’s so good at everything he does; he reminds her everytime why she chose to be his. He never comes first. He makes sure she’s been to Heaven and back at least twice when he collapses, and he’s all sweat and messy hair and lost blue eyes. Serena honestly believes that he’s the most beautiful thing in the world when he comes.
She’ll moan louder sometimes, she’ll lose it, scratch his back, call his name, call him Jesus, but he’s always there, around her mouth, saying shh shh like it he wanted to keep it to himself, like they would always be a dirty little secret.
- who wakes up first
Serena takes longer to sleep. She likes to draw with her index finger all over his back, laughing at occasional snores, kissing the back of his neck just to feel how warm his scent is in that particular place.
She feels scared, sometimes. Especially when she draws hearts, especially when it gets quieter. She knows he loves her, even though he doesn’t say it out loud; and she never needed any spoken guarantees but it just terrifies her that he might leave her. That he might come up to her one day and say that he chose Blair; that he chose his family; that he chose something that fitted more. That he would ever just take a really long trip and leave her behind.
She cries, sometimes. It embarasses her because, really, everyone has said it, everyone sees it. You are the only thing Nate has always wanted and could never had. But what if he decided she wasn’t enough? What if she never lived up to his expectations of her?
Serena can only fall asleep when he turns around and wraps one arm around her, when he traps her and holds her close without noticing. It feels safer if she can feel him close.
Nate wakes up first. She’s always so deep asleep. He kisses her forehead, checks the time on the clock, stays in bed as long as possible, his nose next to her hairline. If he has something to do, if he needs to go, he tells her. He never leaves her alone in the bed.
She just never really knows this.
- who performs/receives oral more often
Serena likes to challenge herself; she likes to take his whole length into her mouth even if it gags her, to find ways to keep him from coming, to tease him with pointy teeth; to swallow every drop; to kiss him tasting like him.
"Am I getting better?", she will ask with her smiling lips on his neck and he’ll kiss her again because when can he ever not do it.
Sometimes Nate looks down and grabs a handful of her golden hair, and she looks up, all wrapped around him, and he can’t even start to describe how unbelievably lucky he is.
- who tries new things more often
"You know what I wanted?", she asks him when his mouth is down her body, tongue around her bellybutton, hands on her hips. He looks up like he already knows the answer. "Ice cream"
He smirks, going a little more south, caressing her tights. “Where? Here?”
"Hmmm. And on a big sundae."
"A big sundae?”, he parts her with his tongue, her legs spreading up a little bit more, hands on his hair. “How big?”
“Natie”, she pulls his hair a little bit when he places one finger inside her, lifting her hips a little bit to meet his hand deeper. “A huge sundae.”
He smiles against her skin and she knows that he’s thinking that’s my girl, even though it doesn’t matter when he places a second finger inside her.
(They do eat ice cream later. And later.)
- if they had to choose a third+ person to include who would they include
It would probably be Dan or Carter. But I can’t write this right now, I’m almost falling asleep lol. Hope you enjoyed this. I know I wrote A LOT.
All the Serenate in world <3
Your hate is not welcome, I’m sorry. You can’t ship Serenate if you hate on Serena - in fact loving her it’s one of the main reasons to ship them together ;) Serena has a lot of issues but they all have an explanation. And for all that matters, then Nate is a slut too.
could it be that everything goes ‘round by chance?
I’m so sorry though :((((
Serena + Nate’s shirt - requested by anonymous
i’m feeling down about this love
I’m so glad you made time to see me.
How’s life? Tell me, how’s your family?
I haven’t seen ‘em in a while.
You’ve been good, busier than ever.
Small talk, work and the weather.
Your guard is up and I know why.
Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind.
You gave me roses, and I left them here to die.