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Nate Archibald Masterlist

Created: 12/06/20

Last Upadted: 12/06/20

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Gossip Girl Season 2 (2008-2009)

Episode: Summer, Kind of Wonderful

Blake Lively as Serena Van der Woodsen.

Chace Crawford as Nate Archibald.

Ed Westwick as Chuck Bass.

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Nate Archibald ~ Need Me

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<follows storyline, so may contain *spoilers*>

Nate Archibald x FemReader

Synopsis - Your twin brother Chuck walks in on you and Nate kissing. He says you aren’t family at your dad’s funeral, and you confide in Nate.

Word Count - 1k+

**Warnings** none i think

(^^^ means that is the gif)

‘’Chuck! Wait! I’m sorry!’’ I grab Chuck’s arm as he leaves the room. He caught Nate and I kissing in my room. He always told us to stay away from each other, since Nate is Chuck’s best friend. He jerks his arm away from me, looks at me angrily, then leaves all the way.

‘’Y/n, he’ll come around.’’ Nate says and moves in front of me.  ^^^

‘’No, you need to leave. My father just died, and now my brother is going to hate me.’’ I tell him.  

‘’Don’t make me leave. You don’t need to be alone.’’

‘’I’ll be okay. I just need to think. I’ll see you tomorrow at the funeral, Nate. Please.’’ I tell him as nicely as I can, not wanting to be cross and yell at him.

‘’Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.’’ He leaves my room and I start to cry. He wasn’t supposed to find out this way. It wasn’t even supposed to happen. I told Nate so many times that we couldn’t be anything more than friends, but I let my guard down.  

I continue to cry until I fall asleep.  

~~~~~

‘’Y/n. Wake up, we need to leave soon.’’ I wake up to Serena lightly shaking me. She is already dressed in black. I thank her for waking me and get up to shower and change into the clothes I set out last night. In twenty minutes, I am dressed and ready to leave, I just need shoes. I put on black boots, I’ve never been one to wear high heels.  

‘’Hey, Y/n. We’re leaving.’’ Eric tells me. I nod and follow him out to the limo. We ride to the church, but I don’t speak or join in the conversation. Even though my father was never close to me, I am still going to his funeral. We get to the church and I see both Dan and Aaron standing at the steps, wanting to both get to Serena. I love Serena, so much, but of course her lovers have to be at my father’s funeral. I also see Nate, and I decide to stay in the limo for a little while longer. I honestly feel like I’m going to be sick. I close my eyes, wanting to calm myself, then I hear shouting. I look in the back windshield and see Chuck pushing Dan. I quickly get out of the car and run to them.

‘’Stop it, Chuck!’’  

‘’You cannot tell me what to do!’’ He shouts at me.  

‘’Can we not do this here? Not now.’’ I tell him. He walks away from me, and the rest of us.  

‘’Charles, you need to be with your family.’’ Lily says, trying to sympathize with him.

‘’No. I don’t have a family.’’ He looks at me last before going into the church. I feel someone grab my arm, and I turn to see Nate. He looks at me with sad eyes, but I shrug him off. I can’t do this. I have been a track start since I was six, so I can run fast and far, and that’s exactly what I do. At first, I heard Nate running and calling my name after me, but I ignored him until I couldn’t hear it anymore. He must have got tired. I run to the only spot that calms me, the corner edge of Central Park, near the water. I didn’t anticipate the coldness of the air, I’m just wearing a black dress and boots. I pull my legs up to myself and cry into them.  

Twenty minutes later, I hear footsteps, and heavy breathing. I look up to the person, confused as to why they are so close to me. It’s Nate. I should have known.

‘’What are you doing here, Nate?’’ He sits next to me but doesn’t say anything. I rub my arms, trying to warm them up a little.  

‘’Here.’’ He takes off his jacket and drapes the jacket on my shoulders. I want to object, but I know that he will insist I take it, and I’m very cold.

‘’Again, why are you here? You should be at the funeral, patching up your friendship with Chuck.’’

‘’If Chuck can’t understand that we are interested in each other, then I can’t be his friend. Why aren’t you at the funeral. It is your dad.’’

‘’What’s the point? They don’t care about me. My mom is dead. When she died, that’s when my dad started to hate me. He blames me for it. Chuck now hates me. We were always close, bonding over the fact that our father hates us. Everyone time my dad looks at me… looked at me, it was with hatred. He never came to my track meets. Never went to school recitals. Never saw any of my greatest achievements, the achievements I pride myself for. He never had a conversation with me. He never even told me that he loved me. Why should I be at his funeral? Funerals are for the living that need closure, I don’t need closure. I already know how he felt. I know how Chuck feels. They don’t love or need me.’’ By the end, I’m crying. Nate pulls me into his side and I cry into my hands while he holds me.  

‘’I need you.’’ I hear him whisper.  

A few minutes go by, and I’m not crying, more as just staring. Nate speaks up, breaking the comfortable silence. ‘’You should go, Y/n. If not for Chuck and the Van der Woodsen’s, then for yourself. I don’t want to tell you what to do, but you’re going to regret not going. I know for a fact that your dad didn’t hate you. He just didn’t know how to deal with his feelings. My dad is like that, and I know how hard it is to love someone who doesn’t outwardly show it, but it’s there.’’ I look up at him and nod. He smiles. He stands, then helps me up. I put my arms through the jacket, and my eyes catch Nate’s. I now remember how he said that he was into me, no matter what Chuck says or does. I pull him into me by his neck and kiss him.  

‘’Thank you.’’ I whisper to him once we pull away.

‘’For what?’’

‘’Everything. We’d better go if we want to make it in time.’’ I grab his hand, and we run back to the church. Though my family is teetering on rocks, they’re still my family.