#blair x reader

[sparklingbutterflies]

We all know Blair can be very overprotective, so what about a fic with her getting irritated when other people flirt with the reader? (Take Vanessa, for example. The poor girl gets verbally destroyed before she can even blink). Gn reader preferred but it's your fic so you can do whatever you feel most comfortable with <3

jealousy, turning saints into the sea

synopsis: blair waldorf is very possessive of their partner.

tags/warnings: suggestive in a public setting, g!n reader, french people, fluffy

college had made both of you extremely busy, but you always kept your sundays free. sunday was blair day no matter what, and if you missed it - she would make a big deal out of it. sometimes you would sleep over at her place on saturday night, but you had too much going on this week. blair made reservations at a nice french restaurant for lunch so you are headed in that direction.

you see the back of her head and rush towards her. she beams at you and grabs your hand right away. she presses a kiss to your cheek and you give one back to her.

unfortunately you don't know a lick of french but blair does which makes everything much easier. she walks to the waiter at the front and starts speaking to them.

"la réservation est sous waldorf." (the reservation is under waldorf)

he leads you both to a lovely table that is on the side and places the menu in front of you both. you both reach for the menu at the same time which has your hand tingling when they make contact with hers. she raises at an eyebrow at you. it takes you a moment to remember that whenever you go to a french restaurant - they never seem to have the items translated.

"can we have that fish stew thingie again?"

blair chuckles fondly at you. you feel your cheeks flushing because you know there is absolutely no way you said the correct term for it.

"the bouillabaisse sweetheart? sure we can get that. i'll get some bread too, i know you love to dip that in it."

she waves her hand and the waiter comes back over.

"pouvons-nous avoir de la bouillabaisse à partager. j'aimerais aussi du pain à côté. s'il te plaît." (can we have some bouillabaisse to share. i would also like some bread on the side. please.)

"très bien, je vais passer ta commande." (okay i will place your order.)

you ignore the conversation they are having and hum quietly to yourself. the waiter suddenly looks at you and starts speaking.

"est-ce qu'il y a quelque chose que tu aimerais spécifiquement chérie"? (is there anything you specifically would like darling?)

the beginning of his sentence made absolutely no sense to you but upon hearing the last part you stare at him. you knew chérie was one of blair's favorite endearments she used with you.

"excuse me. that is my amour. i want another waiter tout de suite avant de me plaindre à ton patron." (excuse me. that is my lover. i want another waiter right now before i complain to your boss.)

you can hear him making protesting noises but leaves anyways. a new waiter comes out along with wine. you know that wine is good considering how blair lets out an appreciative sigh.

you reach for her knuckles and rub them gently. her skin is so soft, there's not a single part where it feels rough. she looks at you and smiles.

you both chat for a while, talking about how silly that waiter was. she mentions how serena is dating dan again for like the tenth time. you meanwhile tell her how eric's new boyfriend is so charming. everytime you talk to her, her honey eyes are looking at you. it has your heart fluttering. instead of having butterflies in your stomach, it seems like they have traveled their way into your heart. a blair shaped butterfly that is there to stay it seems.

the bouillabaisse finally arrives along with the bread. you wait for her to taste it since she knows french cuisine better than you do. she makes a happy sound upon finishing her spoonful. she takes another spoonful and leans over so that it's near your mouth. you can feel the tips of your ears starting to burn up, but you open your mouth anyways. blair likes to feed you soup whenever you guys get it.

you both take your time to indulge in the thick soup while dipping the bread in it. you stop drinking the wine since the bitterness of it doesn't really accompany the fishy and herbal taste of bouillabaisse. blair gets the check even though you try to pay with your card.

"a waldorf may be spoiled, but they always take care of their own. just let me pay for our meals. all you have to do is be the perfect partner which you are already."

you both head towards the bathroom when blair notices the waiter that flirted with you earlier is still walking around.

"ugh i can't believe he's still here. i have an idea, care to join me in it?"

you let out a lopsided smile at her and nod. even though you didn't always agree with her schemes, she was getting better at being less obnoxious with them. you assume that she has plans to deal with him later.

the bathrooms are all gender neutral and private. blair picks the one in the middle, pushes you in it, and then locks the door. you make your way to pee while she seems to be inspecting the bathroom. by the time you finish and wash your hands, she's sitting on top of one of the counters they have inside.

"just play along okay?"

after she states that, she lets out the loudest moan you've ever heard her make. you rush over and cover her mouth with your hand.

you can't help but to hiss out your next remark towards her.

"what are you doing, blair?"

she smiles at you and lets out another moan, which is still loud even though it's muffled by your hand. she bites your hand which has you yelping and letting go.

"that waiter needs to know that you are mine. so get up on the counter and let me ravish you. fake moaning isn't enough."

before you can even formulate a sentence, she hops down and lifts you onto the counter. blair tilts your neck gently to the side and presses warm kisses onto it. you can feel her sucking right under your earlobe. she shifts towards your collarbones and even bites right under your jaw. the hickies and bruises are already starting to blossom on your skin. she grabs your face and starts kissing you. she tastes like wine and cotton candy lipgloss. her tongue slides in harshly and she doesn't give you time to get air. you let out a small whine and she pulls back but only for a moment. you can see the string of saliva connecting you both in that timeframe. she leans back in hungrily and bites your lower lip. she slides a hand between your legs and that leads to you letting out a sharp moan. her hands are all over your legs and waist and upper body which leaves you feeling dizzy. another moan sneaks out from you when she licks the hickies that she made a few minutes ago. everything feels too hot suddenly and you want to tell blair to slow down. you hear pounding on the bathroom door before you get a chance to say that.

"just a minute!"

blair smirks at you and ruffles your hair. she gets you down from the counter and straightens your clothing out. when you look at yourself in the mirror you wince. your whole face is covered with bite marks, hickies, bruises, and lip gloss stains. you feel extremely flustered and bury your face into blair's shoulder for a second.

"oh my precious angel, don't worry i'm with you."

she laces her hand with yours and opens the door. the waiter from before looks very angry and is wheezing slightly. blair plasters on one of her fake smiles and rummages through her coat's pocket. she takes out a card and places it in his hand.

"here is my stepfather's card. expect a call, au revoir!"

you both walk out of the restaurant in giggles while swinging hands. the look on the waiter's face when he recieved blair's card was completely worth it.

notes: 🥺 ended up being more fluffy than i thought, hope you like it aeron <3

[sweetsugarcakes]

˖✧Soul Eater Masterlist✧˖

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Maka Albarn

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Soul Evans

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Blackstar

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Tsubaki Nakatsukasa

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Death the Kid

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Liz Thompson

ִֶָ☾. Patty Thompson

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Crona Gorgon

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Fraken Stein

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Blair

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Spirit Albarn

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Medusa Gorgon

ִֶָ☾. others

recommend if you want me to write a character that’s not on the list :)

*can also do smut*

[pxstelmxsings]

She looks better in a suit than anything else. Your travel from her dress shoes to the tie nestled around her slender neck. There is not a single wrinkle or speck of lint within breathing distance of her. The cool void of the black fabric matches her eyes full of determination perfectly.

♡ Lady Nagant, michonne, Tao, Azusa

She is always wearing something impossibly skintight. Leather pants or skinny jeans that cling to her thigh in a way that screams, "Touch me.". It doesn't matter what kind of shirt she is wearing it clears to her figure to show off every single cruve. The poses she males for your gaze only heightens how her clothing might as well be skin.

You both cruse and thank god every single day for your sexually confident partner.

♡ Blair, Midnight, Yuki

Some might say that barn clothing is unattractive, but they have never seen your girlfriend before. Jean covered in patches of mud and grass and a losely fitting t-shirt to match, simply beautiful. She is out there working hard every single day to provide for the group, and her clothing reminds me of that fact. No matter how much dirt she collects, her eyes shimmer like the most precious gemstone to ever exist.

♡ Maggie

[layla999977]

Hey first post/story! Hope you enjoy

It says Sabrina only because I feel like it’s awkward to write with y/n if it gets annoying to read with that name tho I can change it （＾ω＾）

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･''･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Blair Waldorf was a force to be reckoned with. She was beautiful, like an angel. Her skin porcelain, soft, delicate. As if it had never seen a bruise or scratch in her entire life. She had a spirit like a wildfire, there was no putting her out. She was headstrong and determined, letting absolutely nothing get in her way. She was unpredictable, daring, perfect.

To Sabrina, Blair Waldorf was like the night. She was cool as she was terrifying— yet beautiful all the same. But, to Blair, Sabrina was less than an afterthought. A junkie from Brooklyn, a knockoff Dan Humphrey who annoyingly enough had some brains to work her way into this school. While Sabrina might’ve admired Blair, it became evidently clear that Blair despised Sabrina. Maybe even more than Dan Humphrey.

Constance, a high school of New Yorks elite, and additionally a handful of scholarship students. Sabrina’s final year at this place. Thank god. She didn’t belong with this crowd— this group of snobby ultra rich kids. They made her furious, the only reason she was attending Constance anyway, was because of her scholarship. Realistically, she’d have a better chance of getting into any university she wanted with a name like Constance backing her up. But that’s common knowledge. People only go to ivy league schools because of the name that comes along with it. A title. What you’re really paying for is the name, nothing else. Everyone always made such a big fuss about where they were going, Harvard, Yale, Brown, Princeton.. At the end of the day they’d all end up back in the same place. The same city, same jobs, same futures. Sabrina put herself slightly above the rest. She was getting the title without having to pay the money. A cheat sheet to a bring future. God— what a scam.

Sabrina was not a well liked person around the school, she didn’t fit in anywhere. 2008 was not entirely progressive, Sabrina, a victim to close minded individuals experienced some bullying. Simply being at Constance was like being in a different world. Here, everyone cared about everything. Gossip girl was the biggest website for well— Gossiping. Entertaining? Yes. Dangerous? Also yes. She’d witnessed girls be shamed, avoided, ignored, all because of a post online. The point was, you stayed away from it if you could. Out of the spotlight, out of the public eye. That’s where she strived to be. And being someone with no rich background, that worked. No one cared about Sabrina. No one at school even knew her full name. Besides maybe a few teachers, of course. At Constance, Sabrina was close to invisible.

Which is why, staring at her from her lockers, secretly envying the angel across the hall, Sabrina watched what she considered her polar opposite; Blair Waldorf. Sabrina considered herself an observer. Serena Vanderwoodsen and Nate Archibald were easy; Two rich ideological figures, both rich but with a longing for something more. Something “real” although, most of it seemed performative. Walking stereotypes the both of them. The Golden boy and the Upper east side princess. Then, there was Dan Humphrey. He was an honest kid. Typical nice guy, Sabrina would’ve placed him in the same boat as her. A loner, but, now he seemed to be gaining popularity after close to a year of being in an on and off relationship with Serena. Now, Sabrina considered him a little less out of touch than how he used to be. Finally Chuck Bass. If Sabrina could describe Chuck in a singular word, she wouldn’t be able to. There was so many words that came to mind. He was; Unruly, disrespectful, a womanizer and overrated. She’d always keep in mind to avoid him at all costs.

Blair was different. Her unbothered demeanour had a sense of insecurity underneath, for some reason, Sabrina found herself drawn to her. Like she wanted to uncover the mystery that was Blair Waldorf. She spent so much time watching her from afar, that she noticed little things about her. Subtle facial expressions, mannerisms, her tone shift in the way she spoke. As creepy as that sounds Sabrina simply couldn’t pull her eyes away. Although they’d never spoken, she already knew what Blair thought of her. She hated her. Hated her very presence, the look on her face the time they made eye contact said it all. She’ll never forget the small twinge in her eyebrows, the scowl across her lips. Their eyes only met for a brief second but the look was sharp like a knife. The thought alone still makes her cringe. Getting caught staring at her like that, she probably thinks she’s some sort of fan. Or just a straight up weirdo.

Sabrina fell out of her thoughts as Ms. Thompson blocked her view, standing right in front of her with a brown clipboard, a white signup sheet attached as she spoke a little too loudly for comfort.

“Ah, Ludwig! There you are! I’ve seen you run, we could use a girl like you on the team.” Ms Thompson extended the clipboard to Sabrina, pen in hand. Caught of guard, Sabrina looked up at the tall, stocky, brown haired woman.

“Thanks Ms Thompson, but I don’t think it’d be right for me—“ Sabrina started before she was quickly cut off by the booming voice of the coach in front of her.

“Nonsense! In fact, I think you’re a perfect fit. You remind me a lot of myself when I was young. You know, Ludwig, I think you’ll like this sport a bunch if you just give it a try. What’s the harm? Make some memories, these are the “Best years of your life” after all.” She said giving the shorter girl a small pat on the shoulder.

Sabrina stared at the paper, maybe.. it wouldn’t be the worst thing to try. Lacrosse seemed like a fun enough sport.

‘Whats the harm?’ She repeated silently in her mind as she wrote down her name.

“Yeah, I’ll try it out.” She said with a faint sigh.

“And, it’s not “Ludwig,” my last name is-“ But before she could finish, Ms Thompson snatched the signed clipboard away from her, a smile on her face.

“See you at tryouts, Ludwig!” She exclaimed as she walked away.

Sabrina watched as she left, only noticing the big brown disdain filled eyes that watched that entire interaction. Blair Waldorf, standing there, her groupies around her not taking notice to her expression. She looked angry, no. She looked like she was going to pop a blood vessel.

[snowvies]

Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

.

You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

.

Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333

[bloody-cupcakes]

Serena van der Woodsen who uses her status to get you into every party you could ever possibly want.

Blair Waldorf who protects you from Vanessa, Jenny, Georgina- anyone and everyone who could potentially be seen as a threat to you.

Nate Archibald who's always there for you if you ever need anything, whether that be a shoulder to cry on or just a friend.

Chuck Bass who lavishes you with the most expensive gifts possible, ones that he knows nobody else would ever be able to afford.

The Non-Judging Breakfast Club loving you and obsessing over you and needing you to be theirs and theirs alone, regardless of whether you want to be or not. After all, you're not the one who gets to make the decisions here, they do.

[slutforguns]

Josh is my son so you think you could do a teen version with fem reader where the guys ACTUALLY go to their prom (I guess senior prom???) and since they probably won’t have dates reader can like ask him to dance with them or something? THANK!

Wait this is actually cute wtf

Gonna put it in hc format, hope that's ok 😞💞

Tw for a single mention of vomit in Jerry's part "He'd be so nervous to the point where he's trying not to throw up"

Bonerapetit ↓↓↓

Bill dickey:

Since Bill has probably been crushing on you for a little while, you asking him would probably have him blushing.

He'd probably accept by saying something like "pfft, fine whatever" or "I'll do it because I know you don't have a date" (as if he already had one when he obviously didn't)

Would probably be ok at dancing

Would step on your feet a bit, probably would be off beat but it's fine

He also wouldn't be able to look you in the eye the entire time. He'd just be nervously looking to the side with a scowl.

Would be rlly sweaty (I mean all of them would but still)

After he'd act like nothing happened and that he was just being nice bc you so desperately needed it, but in reality he's freaking out

Josh Levy:

He would be so shocked

Like actually

But he would accept

He would be shit at dancing I'm so sorry

He'd be stumbling and stepping on your feet and just act like nothing happened while his face burned with embarrassment

Would be so sweaty to the point there's literally pit stains on his suit

Afterwards he'd just not talk to you for a week

He appreciated the dance he's just extremely embarrassed

Pete DiNunzio:

Wouldn't hesitate to accept

Would literally jump at the opportunity to dance with you

He would be like Bill where he's just ok at dancing

Not bad, not great, just ok

Would be rlly handsy

Like REALLY handsy

He'd constantly move his hands to your hip and ass, and if you have anything up there, your chest

Afterwards he'd probably act like your boyfriend (even if you didn't ask him out and danced with him purely out of pity)

Jerry Stokes:

He'd be so nervous

He would accept ofc (bc he's a people pleasure) but he'd look like a frightened puppy

He'd be so nervous to the point where he's trying not to throw up

He'd be stepping on your feet, almost falling over, and all and all being a nervous wreck

He'd be looking everywhere but you

Doesn't say anything out of fear of saying something stupid

He'd have to go straight to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water so he can chill the fuck out

(give him a little kiss to make him feel better)

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Can you do “do any of the clothes you’re wearing belong to you?!” from the poly prompts with the reader and non judging breakfast club ?

sure thing! thanks for the poly njbc request btw <3

(original prompt list can be found here btw in case y'all wanna request something)

Sharing Is Caring (poly Non-Judging Breakfast Club x gn reader)

Warnings: makeout session between the reader and Chuck, offscreen sex/implied smut, hickeys mentioned, fluff other than that

It wasn't always easy being in a polycule, especially one with four of the most well-known Upper East Siders there ever were, but if there was one perk to the chaos of it all it was you never had to worry about running out of clothing.

Take now, for example. You couldn't find any of your own clothes, so naturally you just scouted around the shared penthouse for something, anything to wear before heading out for the day. You were meeting Dan for coffee and didn't want to end up being late.

After what seemed like forever, you were finally able to get together enough articles of clothing to make an outfit, and with that you were off, not bothering to check who the clothes belonged to before leaving. You were sure your partners wouldn't mind if you borrowed their stuff. They never did, because to them it was just further proof you were theirs.

"Hey," you greeted Dan in a slightly breathless voice, having rushed out of the penthouse to the coffee shop so you'd make it on time. "Sorry, my alarm didn't go off. What's up?"

"Well, I see the maid forgot to get your laundry done this morning," he quipped dryly while his eyes flickered along your form, noting the mismatched clothing. Nate's pants, Blair's shirt, Serena's scarf, Chuck's jacket... "As a matter of fact, do any of the clothes you're wearing belong to you?"

"Haha, Dan. Very funny." You rolled your eyes lightheartedly at the question, though you took the moment to glance down at your outfit before realizing he was right. "Um... my underwear is mine, I think. Maybe, I don't know. I didn't really check before putting clothes on."

"Ew," he responded as his nose wrinkled up in disgust. "That was a little bit more information than I needed to know."

"Hey, you asked. I was just answering your question," you gave a casual, unbothered shrug as you replied.

"Whatever. I didn't meet up with you so I could talk about whether the underwear you have on is yours or not," he said before changing the subject to something else. The two of you chatted for a good hour or so, starting to walk down the streets together after getting your coffee. You were just about to point out the time when a limo pulled up alongside the sidewalk. It didn't take a genius to realize who it belonged to.

Dan rolled his eyes while muttering something about unnecessary wealth, which you just ignored. The window to the backseat rolled down, revealing none other than Chuck. "I was in the area and figured you may need a ride given how cold it is," he spoke in that smooth baritone of his before you could ask what he was doing there.

This time it was your turn to roll your eyes. As if he didn't already know about you meeting up with Dan from Serena. You knew you couldn't trust her to keep her mouth shut. "Oh, I'm sure you were just 'in the area'," you said as he got out, holding the door open for you while shooting Dan a smug look that said "I get to have more time with them than you do".

"I guess I'll just catch up with you later, then," Dan grumbled as he watched you disappear into the back of the limo, clearly not too pleased about his meet-up with you getting cut short.

"Bye, Dan," you called out once Chuck got back in and the limo started to pull away, putting the window back up so the car wouldn't be affected by the cold chill in the air. You spoke again after a moment or so. "We need to stop by the penthouse before lunch so I can change."

"Why do you need to change? I think you look absolutely delectable in what you're wearing," Chuck purred out as his eyes flickered hungrily up and down your body where you sat in the backseat, taking in your choice of clothing.

"Nothing that I'm wearing is mine, Chuck. None of it matches, either," you began, your next sentence getting cut off by a squeal of surprise as he pulled you into his lap.

"You don't need to change. You look fine," he insisted as his hands held onto your hips, keeping you in his lap as he pulled you in for a needy kiss. "Besides, I'm sure the others would agree with me."

"Blair wouldn't. She'd think I look like an unorganized mess," you pointed out between kisses, instinctively tilting your head to the side as he started to trail his mouth down your jaw to your neck.

"Well, she's just going to have to deal with it, because we're not stopping." Chuck was a man of his word. Rather than taking you back to the penthouse so you could get changed, he took you in the backseat instead before you met with the rest of your partners for lunch.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for you once you got there and wrapped an arm snugly around your waist so your legs wouldn't give out, knowing how weak they currently were from your earlier activities. You were just happy the scarf you had on was hiding the fresh hickeys on your neck.

Everyone had the expected response to seeing you wear their clothes. Serena thought you looked amazing regardless, Blair questioned your taste minus the shirt you had on (and that was only because it belonged to her), and Nate had to be told who's clothes they were by Serena after commenting on how familiar they looked.

"Why couldn't you just put on your own clothes this morning?" Nate questioned in confusion, his head tilted slightly to the side in a way that you all agreed made him look like a puppy dog. A golden retriever, to be exact.

"Because I couldn't find any this morning when I looked, and I didn't want to be late to meet Dan." Noticing the scowl on Chuck's face at your words, you added, "Oh, relax. And unclench your jaw before you crack a tooth."

Serena giggled at the interaction before reaching her hand across the table to rest on top of yours. "Well, I think our stuff looks good on you. After all, sharing is caring, right?"

You couldn't argue with her there. Sharing was caring, especially in your case. And given just how much you loved your partners and the dynamic you shared with them, you wouldn't have it any other way.

End notes: I know there wasn't a big section with the actual njbc but I'm always eager to write more for them if y'all want!

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𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, gossip girl.

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | three best friends, a boyfriend and gossip blog page. what's the worst could happen?

y/n winfrey was the resident IT girl of the upper-east side, alongside her friends serena and blair. but underneath all that glamour, popularity and luxury, is just a girl who misses how it was.

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | nate archibald x fem!reader, platonic!serena van der woodsen x fem!reader, platonic!blair waldorf x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(s) | best friends to strangers to friends to lovers. this is a fanfiction for nate, but there is also subplots with reader, blair and serena. canon gossip girl stuff like drama, underage drinking/drug usage, DRAMA, mentions of SA, family issues, oh did i mention drama?

౨ৎ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | okay so, i'm rewatching gossip girl and i fell back in love with nate (pretty boy) archibald. but i also realized how much of a SLUT!! he is, like genuinely, he wants everyone (and their moms). but anyway, this is very much canon gossip girl but i'm changing the plot as it goes on HAHAH.

i also don't know how much i'll write, i may just write for season 1 and then stop, not sure yet. guess we'll figure out as we go. let me know your thoughts, inbox is ALWAYS open for anything! kk, love ya guys

original characters.

prologue

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

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navigation!

[priyajoyy]

Me 🤝 crushing on fictional characters that would definitely bully me irl

[yameoto]

can we hear thoughts on being blair and serena's little pet project? fighting over you, but also being so protective, ugh!

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would get so messy. they can’t help themselves! those girls were born to fight over things. been squabbling over boys and toys and boytoys since they were eight years old. and then suddenly; you fall right in their laps. pretty, mysterious wealthy new kid at constance, who’s immediately hot shit. they’re already fighting for the queen bee title, and what’s a head bitch without their side bitch? you become a trophy to be had. petty squabbles—they’re not afraid to play dirty.

oh, you’re blair’s escort for the debauntate? serena will show up and start macking with lonely boy dan and get the place shut down with paparazzi. oh, serena’s taking you out on the town and spoiling you rotten? how does a trip around europe, just you and blair, sound? serena walking past with that disarmingly charming smile in the hallways like she’s not ripping blair’s headband off of you. blair, aghast in your bedroom and tearing up the gifts serena left on your bed. even when s vs b becomes s&b, again. you’re always a point of contention. squished beside them on the bed. nails raking against thigh, seeing how far their hands can wander compared to the other. which one can leave their mark, and where.

even when the dust starts to settle, it follows from constance to adulthood. they’ve long dropped the pretence of fighting over you for something as shallow as their ownership over high-school. no. god, no. it’s ownership over you. you’d think maturity would help the cause, but no, it escalated, briefly. they drive you positively buckwild. rigging your college admissions to their respective schools, netting you this scholarship and that. until it turns out that serena and blair are going to college together anyways. and you’re not. neither of them are quite happy about that. they have to work together to pull you back into their collective grasp and, after they’ve got your name inscribed on their two-person-turned-three-person dorm room, they realise. maybe. maybe, they do have one thing in common. relishing the sight of you, on their (pushed together) beds. splayed out in that nice lingerie set blair bought you, tied up like a present in a little neat bow that serena arranged.

best friends can share. (not that they’ve ever been particularly good at it). there’s a first time, for everything.

[sweetsugarcakes]

greetings!🌌 may I be curious: do you have any ideas about a good and strong friendship between Blair and a reader? (...trashy mobile internet broke my first attempt..)

I do :3

Platonic relationship headcanons

Blair

🐈‍⬛you two are THAT unstoppable duo

🐈‍⬛ you two always have a a h others backs when sometimes tried to capture you guys

🐈‍⬛you are the strongest when you two are together

🐈‍⬛blair is more outgoing and flirty than you are as sometimes you hold her back from doing something she’ll regret

🐈‍⬛whenever she gets naked from her cat form you always have the spare of clothes to save her form anyone seeing

🐈‍⬛when Blair went to Soul and Maka’s house you stayed there too. You two were cats half the time

🐈‍⬛you guys have friendship that could never be broken where at this point your like siblings to one another

I hope I wrote the way you wanted me too :)

[sukunasbow]

sfw hcs, nate archibald.

summary: nate and sfw hcs!

warnings: not yet proofread!

notes: sorry for the inactivity but i plan on this being my first comeback post aka i’m returning very soon! stay tuned for my halloween event 🤭

The original and best golden retriever boyfriend out there.

He’s so obsessed with you, literally worships the ground you walk on.

It took some time for the two of you to finally get together, as you were worried about Blair’s reaction, but she ended up being supportive, since you were happy.

He loves spoiling you but hates when you spoil him. He’ll buy you anything you want or ask for but as soon as you spend even a dollar on him, he’ll insist on paying you back or buying you something in return.

His favourite date with you isn’t some expensive restaurant, he just loves when he gets to come over to your house and order takeout while watching a movie.

That being said, he doesn’t mind going out to a fancy place if you ask. Of course, he insists on paying though.

Whenever he’s having family issues and needs to get away, he always goes to you for comfort and a place to stay until he’s back on his feet.

Speaking of family issues, even though he doesn’t always know how to voice his appreciation, you’re always there to step up and defend him against his father or anyone else whenever he can’t.

Your family adores him and constantly asks about him, he’s literally the most respectful boyfriend you could’ve asked for.

Nate definitely loves wearing couples costumes during Halloween or having a sleepover and wearing matching pyjamas during Christmas, even though he pretends it’s silly.

In conclusion, this man loves you so much and sees you as his lifetime partner, you’re just so special to him.

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[layla999977]

Part 2 of the story! Sorry for the late update! I will try to be more consistent if you guys even like it lmao 😭

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Jealousy was an understatement. What Blair Waldorf felt was something far more potent, more visceral. The sight of Ms. Thompson practically gushing over some scholarship nobody, offering her a coveted spot on her lacrosse team—the best in New York—made Blair see red.

Who was this girl? And why did she, of all people, deserve a place over a Waldorf?

With a sharp pivot on her heel, Blair stormed off, her small entourage scrambling to keep up.

“I cannot believe this.” Her voice cut through the air as they stepped into the bathroom.

Her usual poise cracked, soft features twisting into something far less delicate. Pure malice.

If there was one thing she despised more than scholarship students, it was the ones talented enough to matter.

“Who even is she?” Blair demanded, turning on her friends. They, of course, had no idea what—or who—she was talking about.

Penelope, ever the cautious one, spoke up hesitantly. “Blair? Sorry—uh, who exactly are we mad at?”

“That girl!” Blair snapped, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “That pathetic little scholarship case who thinks she can waltz in and steal my spot on the team.”

She scoffed, pacing in front of the mirror, fury coiling tighter inside her. “The team is fine—we don’t need some charity case ruining our dynamic.”

The others exchanged uneasy glances, but when Blair was in a mood like this, there was no stopping her.

“Do we have anything on her?” she demanded, eyes flashing. “Rumors? Dirt? Blackmail?”

Immediately, her so-called friends scrambled for their phones, fingers flying in desperate search of anything usable. But after a few tense moments, the only thing they found was… nothing.

It was like the girl didn’t exist.

Penelope was the first to break the silence. “Gossip Girl has nothing. I doubt she even has a phone.”

Kati nodded in agreement. “No photos, no tagged posts, no whispers. It’s like she came out of nowhere.”

Blair scoffed. “When did you all become so useless?”

She turned toward the mirror, smoothing an errant strand of hair as she forced her expression into something calmer. More collected. But the rage still simmered beneath the surface.

Penelope hesitated before speaking again. “Well… maybe it’s a good thing if she gets on the team.”

Blair’s head snapped around, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Are you stupid?” Her words were knives—sharp and cutting. “Do you not see the problem here? With a scholarship like that, she could get into Yale. That makes her competition.”

Penelope swallowed hard. “I just meant… maybe you could use it to your advantage.”

Blair arched a brow. “How?”

Penelope glanced at the others for support, but none was coming. She was on her own. “If she makes the team, you could—pretend to befriend her. Gain her trust. Get close enough to dig up something on her. Then… we ruin her. Leak it to Gossip Girl. Get her kicked off the team. No more competition.”

Oh.

Oh.

Blair stilled, turning the plan over in her mind. It was ruthless. Cold. Calculated. And brilliant.

Pretend to be the scholarship girl’s friend. Make her trust her. Learn her secrets. Then? Expose them. Blackmail her if necessary. Erase her from the team, from any potential Ivy League future, and secure her rightful place at Yale.

Cruel? Maybe. But Blair Waldorf didn’t play fair. She played to win.

A slow smile curled on her lips, deceptively sweet.

“Maybe you’re not so useless after all,” she murmured.

Her reflection stared back at her, the picture of effortless grace.

Poor little scholarship girl.

She had no idea what was coming.

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Part 3 coming soon!!

I’m also pretty annoyed with the lack of wlw Blair x Reader stories on here. Taking one for the team and writing for all the sapphics who are obsessed with Blair lolol!

[heretyc]

Outlast Characters On Your Birthday

It's my 23rd birthday today so I thought I'd release something for everybody! Enjoy 🥳🎂🍰 Have a slice on me! [Also, a debate: best flavour of cake? Tuxedo and strawberry shortcake always take the cake for me, wink wink]

Miles and Waylon both throw you a party; the only difference is Miles includes alcohol [assuming you're of age] and Waylon prefers there be sweets and milkshakes. Miles will throw you a surprise party whereas Waylon will ask you what you'd like at your party. Guests, decorations...all up to you.

Miles gives you something comedic or something useful, like a harmonica or a comb with a blade in it. Never know when you have to comb and jab, y'know?

Waylon prefers wholesome things. You know how he is. Or self defense gear.

Jeremy, the bastard, goes all out for it; if you want, he'll bring you to Murkoff and the entire staff can celebrate. Hell, the variants, too! How funny would it be to experiment on variants wearing party hats?? [Not...very funny, but Jeremy has an odd sense of humour.] Because Richard and Jeremy are close, Richard gets you a present. What's inside is up to you. [It may be phallic or just a new wallet or something.]

Trager's not a party kind of feller, so he'll throw you a small party in his office and tell you "me not cutting your fingers off is a gift, sweetheart".

Just kidding, he buys you anything you ask for. He's not fond of surprises, so he'll straight up just go to you and ask you, outright, what you'd like. He gets you two shirts: his says "I love to finger paint" and your shirt says "I'm paint".

He thinks he's funny, please just laugh and get it over with.

Chris is a total sweetiepie and he makes the cake himself [if he's able]. He remembers the subtle details of your interests and he'll know exactly what to get you. One of which being matching sweaters with cats and dogs on them.

Eddie is a master of party throwing and this is a hill I'll die on; he'll buy wine, cheese, gifts and toss in some handmade works of his. He loves to bake, and despite a few failures - and a hole in the wall - he's more than happy to celebrate your day of birth by making you a homemade cake!

Walrider steals a guy, steals a car, drives to Walmart and brings you just about any expensive gift he can grab. You didn't NEED an airfryer, but...the effort he put into his theft was too much to ignore. He purrs when you put chicken strips inside of your new airfryer.

Knoth gives you a bible about himself and tells you stories about how big his penis is. That's...that's as much as you're going to get. I see why Val left. He'll also ask you to convert, seeing as how "God is your birthday gift". No thanks.

Marta's fond of flowers, so expect a bouquet as well as a rosary. She's not as forceful as Knoth is [unless directly told to be], so the rosary is moreso a suggestion to convert.

Val surprises you with heretics, fire, bodies and sex. And more sex. And sex 24/7 7 days a week, no holiday breaks. Jokes aside - or are they jokes? - they'll ask a Heretic to steal something from Knoth to give to you. That, or they'll deceive a delivery boy into getting you something from the outside world. It might be just a small Snickers bar or a bottle of penicillin, but it still means a lot. Val can't really bake considering their circumstances, but they'll try and get you something sweet if all else fails. Coyle thinks his loyalty and his protection of you is a gift, there's no party necessary. That's all you can ask for, right? But he'll grumble about how "greed like yours is what collapses a respectful nation" and try to get you something. Expect something like a necklace or handcuffs. Maybe he'll even set up a few mannequins in a circle to celebrate your special day with cop hats in place of party hats.

Gooseberry is obsessed with gift giving and party throwing, so the entire theme park is completely yours to enjoy for one trial. No ex-pops, just her, you and Dr Futterman. Futterman is just glad you're not ruining his daughter's time as she works away in the Root Canal. Franco loves parties, especially if he throws them! Mainly because his parties are full of sex, booze, drugs and murder. But for you, doll? He'll make an exception...he'll ask the staff to make you a cake and serve it to you himself. Easterman makes sure you're given a day to yourself. Cake, gifts and naps. What more can you ask for? He can't show favouritism, letting you out would be unfair to the other patients, but this is enough.

[lucycore]

Eddie Gluskin Romantic Headcanon

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Summary: Some romantic Eddie gluskin headcanon for u guys.

☁️ Fluff ☁️

Random note: Yeah writing after a long time since I lost motivation in writing cuz tumblr labeled some of my posts..Count your fucking days tumblr!!

Alright let's rock ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

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He's a romantic in his own twisted way so I guess cuddles that would crush your lungs

Very possessive, obviously. Wouldn't let you breath next to a different guy

Dates would be over exaggerated and you had to attend no matter how sick you feel

He thinks his love is a cure for everything, so painkillers during excruciating period cramps, what's that? Never heard of it. Only his cuddles and kisses that would make the agony even worse

You guys would have many kids, he doesn't give a fuck if you want or not.

Traditionalist to the top (which I love lol cuz same)

Brutal fucking s*x (lol sorry no smut here)

Would take hours to make the perfect wedding dress for you

He's not really a talker, rather one which proves his "love" with actions (which we love, actions say more than words)

The longer you take to get ready the better, after all he wants you to look perfect

Would write you poems and of course tell them or sing them to you

Loves playing hide & seek with you cuz why not?

Imagine he finds a camera, he'd tape everything even your childbirth. You're not cool with that? Okay who tf asked you? He will do it anyway.

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Lol I think I'm done and can't think of more..Hope you all enjoyed ♡