Not like the rest
Chuck Bass x Reader
Request from anon: hi! could you write a oneshot for chuck bass? the reader feels insecure about their relationship with chuck bc they didnt grow up on the upper east side and chuck reassures them? thank you :)
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“Chuck are you sure? Honestly, you don’t have to!” This was generally the way that conversations went between the two of you before any kind of event.
Chuck, having been your boyfriend for the past sox months, always wanted to spoil you. He’d constantly buy you gifts, surprise you, do everything he could do. None of it at your request. Just because he wanted to. And it was adorable. You saw the way his face lit up when you told him you loved whatever he’d done but it didn’t stop you from feeling constantly guilty at the thought. You didn’t ever want him to feel like he had to do any of that, and you definitely didn’t want him thinking that it was why he was with you.
“You say this every time, love,” He shakes his head, “But it doesn’t change anything.”
You brush your hands over the dress that he’d bought, one that felt like it was made just for you - perfectly in time for the event he was hosting tonight.
“It just feels like too much, you shouldn’t keep-“
“(Y/n),” He stops you, coming up behind you so you could see his reflection in the mirror as he wraps his arms around and settles his chin on your shoulder, “It’s not too much. I want to, honestly.”
“That’s not how other people see it.”
It was true. Being the girl from Brooklyn, you’d never grown up having what the rest of them did. You grew up with Dan, the two of you living in the same apartment block. You worked as soon as you could get a job, and did everything you could to help your parents and piece together the life that they wanted you to have. When you ended up in a school with the richest kids from the upper east side, you’d never felt more out of your depth. But the king of them all had been a pleasant surprise. He was caring beyond his harsh exterior and honest beyond his manipulative business ways. He saw someone in you that status and wealth made no difference to. And he found it admirable, every piece of you feeling like something he wanted to be in himself. He found in you an ambition to be better, and that’s how you’d won his heart above what anyone else could’ve done. Without even trying, Chuck Bass had grown weak for you.
“I don’t care what anybody else thinks,” He mumbles, pressing a soft kiss just under your ear, “You look beautiful, darling.”
And with words like that coming from him, you find it impossible to dispute.
- - - - - -
“Thank you, I hope you have a good evening,” Chuck bids farewell to another few businesspeople who’d been interested in speaking to the founder.
You wait patiently a step away until he turns to find you again, a smile lighting up his seriousness.
“You always sound so professional,” You smirk as he settles an arm around your waist.
“I can only do it for so long,” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder.
“You’ve got a few people wanting to meet you I think,” You glance over to some corporate bosses glancing in your direction.
Chuck lets out a little groan, “Will you be okay?”
“Yeah, honestly,” You encourage him, “I’ll get another drink.”
He hands over his empty glass, “I think I’ll need one too.”
You laugh gently and make your way towards the bar, smiling politely at people as you walked past - anything to keep up Chuck’s reputation.
It’s as you’re about to order the drinks when you’re stopped.
“(Y/n),” It’s Blair’s voice, too sweet for the words that were likely to follow, “Manage to leave Chuck alone for a moment, hm?”
You take in a deep breath and turn to face her, “It’s nice to see you too, Blair.”
She lets out a scoff, “What’s this? Another one of Chuck’s gifts?”
You glance down at the dress hugging your figure, unable to find any comment suitable enough to respond to her with.
“When’s he going to realise you’re only in it for his money?” She shakes her head, looking so much more effortless in a setting like this.
You swallow the lump in your throat and pull yourself together, “You know that’s not true.”
“Then allow me to revise,” She steps forward and eyes you up and down closely, “When are you going to realise that he’s only doing all of this because he can’t stand the thought of dating a Brooklyn girl? Honey, he’s trying to make you one of us.”
It hits like the heaviest weight on your chest, making you feel sick with instant response. Was that really what was happening? How could you be sure of anything else?
Blair smiles like she knows the effect of her words, proud of it actually.
You try your best to keep composure, “Excuse me.”
It’s as you’re hurrying off that you see Chuck walking with a direct line toward where he thought you might be.
“Hey, hey,” He stops you when he sees your panicked state, “What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” You shake your head quickly, pulling away from him as you try to get out of the hall with as little attention as possible.
Chuck just has to look to the bar to see the cause of it all, striding over to Blair with an icy glare in those eyes.
“What did you say to her?” He questions bitterly, the anger coursing through his veins agonisingly.
“Just what we were all thinking, Charles.”
He looks her up and down once like he’s trying to find any part of her that didn’t have an evil intention, brows furrowing as all he can think of is going to find you. His hands swipe a bottle of champagne and two glasses as he rushes off in the direction of your path to find you before your thoughts did.
- - - - - -
It’s far too crisp to be outside when he walks out onto the rooftop. There’s a harsh wind that he knows you’d hate but it’s the only possible place he can think of finding you.
“You forgot our drinks,” He calls, closing the door behind him as he walks across the empty roof.
He sees as you turn your head slightly to the sound of his voice, but knows you don’t have any words to respond to him. You’d been crying.
Chuck walks over and sets down the bottle, standing beside you and following your line of sight out into the city.
“I’m not like them, Chuck,” You say quietly, sniffing to try to keep in your emotion as much as possible.
“I know,” He states simply, “I knew that from the day I first asked you out for a date.”
“Do you wish that I was?” You question far too abruptly, “Is that what all of this is? Are you trying to make me more like those other girls?”
“What?” He half-laughs, “(Y/n), if I wanted one of those other girls, I’d have them.”
You know it’s not the best way of him wording it but the good intention is there.
“You know what I mean,” He sighs, “I’m with you because you’re not one of them, because you showed me how much I was missing by even thinking of being with another carbon copy from the upper east side.”
You let him speak now, needing to hear all of those words to set off some sort of reassurance for you.
“I met you and you weren’t the type of person that I’d spent my whole life around. You were different, and you weren’t fuelled by caviar or a desire to prove yourself above the rest. You trusted in the fact that you didn’t need any of that to be a good person. And it was fascinating to me,” He says, so certain of every word, “Because I realised that I’d been one of those people up until when I met you. I’d been constantly thinking of proving myself, of being better than everyone and never thinking of who I hurt in the process.”
“Don’t say that Chuck.”
“No, (Y/n), you made me a better person and you still do. You’re everything I love and everything I want to be. And where you were born, your status, how many houses your parents own - it makes no difference to knowing that your heart is pure gold,” He grabs your hands and turns you to him, “So, if you don’t want the gifts or the big gestures, then they’re all gone. I just need you to know that I love you and those other girls would never, ever hold anything compared to you.”
“God you’re good with words,” You laugh a little.
He chuckles and moves to wrap his arms tightly around you, burying his head into your neck as he presses a soft kiss to the skin there.
“Now, how does that drink sound?”
You pull away from him and cup his face in your hands, “God, I love you Chuck Bass.”
