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yllektraTitle:This Toy Is Broken
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force_oblique
Rating: G, PG
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Chuck/Blair
Spoilers/Warnings: None in particular..:D
Word Count: 906
Summary: Chuck's feelings, knowing Blair is playing him.
Author's Notes:English is not my native language, so don't hate me for grammar mistakes or prepositions!
- Comments are appreciated. XD
Crossposted at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
blair_chuck & gossipgirlfic,chuckxbass
Lyrics: "Addicted" By Kelly Clarkson
This Toy Is Broken
When she approaches him, the world stops. It ceases to move…
The only thing that’s racing, is his heart.
Racing, hammering inside his chest like a prey running for its life.
And now the prey is him. He can feel it.
When her lips touch his skin, it feels like a poison slowly seeping through his pores and reaching to his core, his heart.
A drug that causes nothing less than total surrender.
{It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power}
But this is not precise.
He has already lost himself. He had already lost himself, the minute she came through the door.
Even before she spotted him, even before her physical presence had registered in his senses, it was registered in his heart.
At first it’s only implied. Her touch causes him to shiver. His lower lip starts to quiver, as if expecting to be kissed. Longing for it.
But she ignores him and keeps playing with him. Playing him.
A touch of her hand on his cheek, a warm breath of her on the side of his neck, a caress of her lips above his upper lip.
He knows she’s missing his lips on purpose.
Exciting him, making him yearn for more.
Because all that, is not enough to quench his thirst.
{It's like the only company I seek is misery all around
It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time}
He stands still as if she were an apparition and a sudden move would chase her away.
As if she were made of glass and a single reckless move could break her.
Delicate, transparent, beautiful.
Like a piece of art made of glass.
And she does remind him of glass. Of glass when it’s broken, sharp, dangerous.
When it threatens to pierce through anything.
She knows very well the effect she has on him and she relishes in it.
He is her fun break. She is his ray of light in the darkness. But she is also the source of his darkness.
When she’s angry, when she is vindictive, when she is manipulative, when she is not his…
But she rarely is. And when she is, she mostly pretends to be.
{It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me}
He is her favorite toy. The most obedient one.
The most fragile and the most resilient.
Always on the verge of breaking but never quite giving in.
The fractures on his heart, permanent scars on his soul.
He is hopeless, he knows that.
Even after everything, he keeps going back to her and the way she takes him back is almost as intoxicating as wine.
And he forgives the triumphant grin on her face, the way she shoots him down when he is needy, the way her fingers keep pulling at his strings.
{It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone
And I know these voices in my head
Are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways
If I don't give you up now}
She leans on him now. She is coming on top of him, knowing he will always let her.
The smile on her face, the most seductive he has seen.
It makes his head spin and his heart leap in his chest.
He knows this is going to hurt but he cannot bring himself to look away.
She is cruel, but she is delicate. She is fierce, yet she is subtle.
Such a graceful creature of prefect symmetry and balance....
Her malice almost as impeccable as her innocence.
And even though she already knows what she is capable of doing to him with just one glance, she still manages to make her laughter sound effervescent.
{I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this}
When he feels her tightening around him, it is more than just being physically close, it is intimacy like he has never tasted it.
It feels like his walls are closing in on him, like the walls around his heart are crumbling, leaving him defenseless and torn.... wondering if she will bother to pick up the pieces.
But Chuck Bass knows that if Blair Waldorf does pick up one of the pieces of his heart, it will be so that she can take it with her, put it wherever her trophies go.
He dreads to think of what happens to her trophies, to her puppets; once she's grown tired of them.
Are they still inside a part of her heart, had she given them a place in it to begin with?
Are they put at the back of her closet collecting dust or worse even, are they disposed off mercilessly?
Chuck cannot even entertain that thought.
Not even at his new reduced -thanks to her- place...
Still he lingers, unable to break off this connection, this attraction that keeps drawing him to her, whenever she pleases.
{I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this}
He wishes that one of these days as she will nimble at his earlobe, as her hands will make their way down his body searching for the best way to manipulate him, he will find just the right way to pay her back.
Maybe if he can leave her breahtless, if he does so much as try to break this facade of self-sufficiency and sees under her mask, he will get through to her.
Maybe one of these days, it will be his eyes burning hers, it will be his hands on her body, it will be him on top of her, for a change....
Maybe one of these days, it will be his kiss what's ruthless, possessive, life-changing.
It will be her heart beating faster, her breath growing shallow....
And just when she is ready to give in, just as she is ready to give something back, to give him back some of his control, that she's taken prisoner along with his heart and soul, then maybe he will find the strength to say:.....
"I'm sorry. This toy is broken" .....
{It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me}
~ Fin ~
~ Other Chuck/Blair Fiction:
*Letters You Will Never Get-[1][2]
*How many butterflies can fit in a goodbye-[1] [2]
*Bury Me Tonight - [1]
Author:
force_obliqueRating: G, PG
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Chuck/Blair
Spoilers/Warnings: None in particular..:D
Word Count: 906
Summary: Chuck's feelings, knowing Blair is playing him.
Author's Notes:English is not my native language, so don't hate me for grammar mistakes or prepositions!
- Comments are appreciated. XD
Crossposted at
blair_chuck & gossipgirlfic,chuckxbassLyrics: "Addicted" By Kelly Clarkson
This Toy Is Broken
When she approaches him, the world stops. It ceases to move…
The only thing that’s racing, is his heart.
Racing, hammering inside his chest like a prey running for its life.
And now the prey is him. He can feel it.
When her lips touch his skin, it feels like a poison slowly seeping through his pores and reaching to his core, his heart.
A drug that causes nothing less than total surrender.
{It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power}
But this is not precise.
He has already lost himself. He had already lost himself, the minute she came through the door.
Even before she spotted him, even before her physical presence had registered in his senses, it was registered in his heart.
At first it’s only implied. Her touch causes him to shiver. His lower lip starts to quiver, as if expecting to be kissed. Longing for it.
But she ignores him and keeps playing with him. Playing him.
A touch of her hand on his cheek, a warm breath of her on the side of his neck, a caress of her lips above his upper lip.
He knows she’s missing his lips on purpose.
Exciting him, making him yearn for more.
Because all that, is not enough to quench his thirst.
{It's like the only company I seek is misery all around
It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time}
He stands still as if she were an apparition and a sudden move would chase her away.
As if she were made of glass and a single reckless move could break her.
Delicate, transparent, beautiful.
Like a piece of art made of glass.
And she does remind him of glass. Of glass when it’s broken, sharp, dangerous.
When it threatens to pierce through anything.
She knows very well the effect she has on him and she relishes in it.
He is her fun break. She is his ray of light in the darkness. But she is also the source of his darkness.
When she’s angry, when she is vindictive, when she is manipulative, when she is not his…
But she rarely is. And when she is, she mostly pretends to be.
{It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me}
He is her favorite toy. The most obedient one.
The most fragile and the most resilient.
Always on the verge of breaking but never quite giving in.
The fractures on his heart, permanent scars on his soul.
He is hopeless, he knows that.
Even after everything, he keeps going back to her and the way she takes him back is almost as intoxicating as wine.
And he forgives the triumphant grin on her face, the way she shoots him down when he is needy, the way her fingers keep pulling at his strings.
{It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone
And I know these voices in my head
Are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways
If I don't give you up now}
She leans on him now. She is coming on top of him, knowing he will always let her.
The smile on her face, the most seductive he has seen.
It makes his head spin and his heart leap in his chest.
He knows this is going to hurt but he cannot bring himself to look away.
She is cruel, but she is delicate. She is fierce, yet she is subtle.
Such a graceful creature of prefect symmetry and balance....
Her malice almost as impeccable as her innocence.
And even though she already knows what she is capable of doing to him with just one glance, she still manages to make her laughter sound effervescent.
{I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this}
When he feels her tightening around him, it is more than just being physically close, it is intimacy like he has never tasted it.
It feels like his walls are closing in on him, like the walls around his heart are crumbling, leaving him defenseless and torn.... wondering if she will bother to pick up the pieces.
But Chuck Bass knows that if Blair Waldorf does pick up one of the pieces of his heart, it will be so that she can take it with her, put it wherever her trophies go.
He dreads to think of what happens to her trophies, to her puppets; once she's grown tired of them.
Are they still inside a part of her heart, had she given them a place in it to begin with?
Are they put at the back of her closet collecting dust or worse even, are they disposed off mercilessly?
Chuck cannot even entertain that thought.
Not even at his new reduced -thanks to her- place...
Still he lingers, unable to break off this connection, this attraction that keeps drawing him to her, whenever she pleases.
{I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this}
He wishes that one of these days as she will nimble at his earlobe, as her hands will make their way down his body searching for the best way to manipulate him, he will find just the right way to pay her back.
Maybe if he can leave her breahtless, if he does so much as try to break this facade of self-sufficiency and sees under her mask, he will get through to her.
Maybe one of these days, it will be his eyes burning hers, it will be his hands on her body, it will be him on top of her, for a change....
Maybe one of these days, it will be his kiss what's ruthless, possessive, life-changing.
It will be her heart beating faster, her breath growing shallow....
And just when she is ready to give in, just as she is ready to give something back, to give him back some of his control, that she's taken prisoner along with his heart and soul, then maybe he will find the strength to say:.....
"I'm sorry. This toy is broken" .....
{It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me}
~ Fin ~
~ Other Chuck/Blair Fiction:
*Letters You Will Never Get-[1][2]
*How many butterflies can fit in a goodbye-[1] [2]
*Bury Me Tonight - [1]