Adam Brody and Leighton Meester attend the 83rd Annual Golden Globe Awards at The Beverly Hilton on January 11, 2026 in Beverly Hills, California. (Photo by Amy Sussman/Getty Images)
Leighton Meester and Adam Brody at the 31st Annual Critics Choice Awards held at the Barker Hangar on January 04, 2026 in Santa Monica, California. (Photo by Tommaso Boddi/Variety via Getty Images)
hellooooo i rlly love ur "because you're a bass, with a drop of waldorf" fic! do u think u can do more of those, with femreader as their kid and stuff :3 you can do anything w it really personally i like fluff :333 okay tenks baieeieie
-🍭(taking this anon if u dont mindsdss)
Hello 🍭,
How are you?
I'm happy you liked that fanfic.
And I really hope I'll meet your expectations with this one too.
Have a good day/night ♡
Mr. Mini Puffs
Pairing:
Warnings: x
** 15 years ago**
- Daddy, daddy!
Five years old Y/N ran into her dad's study, her favourite teddy bear in her hand. Chuck immediately put away his phone. His expression turned from focused to worried.
- What's happened, sweetie? Did you bug Henry again when he was studying? - he asked gently. Turning his chair to the side, he allowed you to climb in his lap. Behind the desk, you looked like a tiny CEO.
- Daddy... did you have plushies? Mommy said she never met your plushies...
Chuck took a deeper breath. His childhood filled with private schools and privilege still wasn't like the one he gave you and Henry. After all... Bart wasn't one for parenting anyway.
- Sweets... mommy indeed didn't meet daddy's plushies... because daddy's plushies moved out. - he smiled gently, hoping little half-tragic plushie backstory would satisfy you.
- Moved out...? - you gasped terrified, looking at your plushie. - Puffs will move out, too?!
Chuck felt something heavy on his chest. He shook his head and hugged you a little tighter.
- No, sweetie. Puffs will not move out because.... - his gaze softened seeing your tears-filled eyes. - Because he doesn't have to get a job. See, daddy's plushies had to get a job.
- But Henry says we're rich...
- Yes, but daddy's plushies really wanted a job. - Chuck kissed top of your head.
- Why?
- Because... daddy and grandpa lived in the hotel for a long time, and daddy's plushies wanted a real home, sweetie. So they moved out. But Puffs and all your other plushies know they have real home here with you, so you don't have to worry about that. Right, Puffs? - he gently took your plushie and moved its head a little he changed his voice as to answer for the plushie. - Of course! I will never ever leave my Y/N alone. I love her very much.
- I love you too, Puffs - you muttered, taking plushie from your dad's hand and hugging it. Chuck's heart felt warmer for a moment.
- Now, sweetie, daddy has some call to make. Why don't you check if Mrs. May is making lunch?
You nodded, slowly getting off his lap and running out of the office, calling your favourite maid.
A few days later, your mom took you to the toy store. Blair smiled softly, trying to keep up with you running straight to the plushie section.
- Got your eyes on something, sweetie? - she asked gently. You nodded, looking for something specific.
- I... I want plushie for daddy.
- Plushie for daddy? - Blair's eyebrows shot up in surprised expression.
- Mhm... he said his plushies moved out... they wanted a job... and now daddy doesn't have plushies. - you pout a little, corners of your lips quickly turning up when you spot small white cat plushie. - This one, mommy. He looks like he'd like to work with daddy?
Blair's gaze softened. She didn't know from where you got all your goodness. Was it a case of you being a child or hers, and Chuck's DNA somehow managed to make two completely non-scheming (yet) kids? Her hand gently came to the back of your head as she stroked your hair.
- I think this plushie would love to work with daddy.
- He'll be t-the... - you paused, looking so focused on finding the right word. - ... C-C-E-O. He'll help daddy.
Blair couldn't help and chuckled.
- Sure, sweetie.
When you got back to the house, you sprinted out of the car to the house looking for your dad.
- Daddy! Daddy?!
- Sweetie? Y/N? - he stepped out of the living room, looking worried from the way you called from him. His heart slowed a little when he saw you're fine and that his wife stepped inside as well.
- What happened, sweetheart?
You smiled proudly and handed your dad plushie you picked for him.
- I got you a plushie. B-because yours moved out.
Chuck's face warmed up with the smile.
- Thank you, Y/N. I love it. Him. - he took the plushie and put it in his suit pocket. - Plushie is ready for his first day in the office. - he said with a smile.
- He needs a name.
- Oh, and does he have one, or do we have to come up with it?
- His name is Mr. Mini Puffs.
- Mr. Mini Puffs? But Puffs is a bear, and he's a kitty. - he smiled, awaiting explanation. You frowned in deep thought.
- Well... he's white like Puffs. A-and he has to be Mister to work in the office... and he's small. Mini.
Chuck smiled and kissed top of your head.
- If that's that then... Mr. Mini Puffs will proudly accompany me to all Bass Industries meetings from now on. Thank you for the plushie, Y/N. - he pulled you into a hug, letting you hide your face in his neck when he picked you up. - Mr. Mini Puffs really means a lot to daddy.
**today**
You groan closing doors to your dad's office. Internship at Bass Industries? Sounds amazing on paper only.
- The incompetence in this company sickens me, daddy. - you mutter, putting a pile of papers on his coffee table. - I had to print all of those. Why noone knows how a printer from 2015 works in this company? Also, why billion dollar company has a printer from 2015? - you roll your eyes deliberately, reaching for your dad's coffee mug and taking a sip. Chuck scoffs, not looking up from the reports he's reading.
- Well I do. You don't want to fire everyone in the company. I'd say this little guy works his ass off and closes each and every deal. - your dad sits up straight, and now you notice the white kitty plushie tucked in his breast patch pocket. Your eyes open a little wider. Did you really forget about that plushie over course of your life? Did you not notice dad take him to the office for all those years? How blind can you be for not noticing that he kept the plushie, especially that you're interning for him, your second week now? His smile widens when he realises you didn't notice the plushie.
- What? Thought I'd forget my CCEO?
- Daddy... - you blink a few times. Damn time in college really makes you emotional. Or is it your brother moving out, your dad's hair becoming grayer by day, your mom's talk about the future of Waldorf Designs?
- Sweetie, don't cry over this. You know me and mom keep all the things you ever gave us.
- Dad... did you really carry a plushie in your patch pocket for like a decade to work? Your important CEO suits and meetings work?
- Can't close a deal without Mr. Mini Puffs approval. - he smiles gently and pats cushion next to himself. You shake your head, sitting next to him on the leather couch. You can't help and chuckle seeing some stains on Mr. Mini Puffs, mostly small pencil dots, one of his ears visibly darker as if stubborn coffee spill refused to wash off. Chuck's arm went around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug and giving crown of your head a kiss.
- I still love Mr. Mini Puffs. And he means to me as much as Puffs means to you. I saw that you brought him with yourself to and from college. And in certainly know he's sitting now in your purse. - he smiles, letting go of you. You chuckle confused.
- How did you know?
- First of all, you leave your purse in my office. Second of all, not to sound like snooping through your stuff, you left it open a little. Like when you were a kid. So plushies won't suffocate, as you always said. - he smiles. - Now... you're my intern, not daughter here. And my CCEO wants to know why you're chatting with the boss instead of preparing to assist in meeting with Thrope Co?
You chuckle and smile.
- Sure, Mr. Bass. And Mr. Mini Puffs. - you smile, walking out of your dad's office.
(it's the waldorf-basses' first halloween as a family of five, and choosing their costumes might be the scariest part ♡ rated t)
yes I'm posting a halloween one-shot before ch4 of 525,000 what about it!! in all seriousness this has been sitting unfinished since last year so I decided it was finally time to clean it up and post it, so it's also set in 2024 if anyone cares about my timeline. this is pure headcanon and mostly self indulgent but I hope u enjoy and happy halloween besties 🖤🖤
Being scared has never really been a part of Blair's life, not for herself at least. Yes she's been scared for her husband and his affinity for rooftops, or for Serena and her affinity for kissing a boy from Brooklyn, but she's never been especially scared for herself.
Except, apparently, when it comes to Halloween costumes.
It's the hormones, she tells herself, setting Darcy down to crawl to her heart's content, despite the fact that she's been saying this for the last nine months and at least seven before that. That's the only reason why her heart still races in her chest as Henry pulls off his zombie mask to reveal his beaming face, a sight she much prefers.
"Isn't it cool?" he asks, "one of Grandpa Cyrus' clients gave it to me, he runs a Broadway costume house"
Blair mentally notes to stop letting her children go to her mother's without her or Chuck, before composing her reply, "it's very realistic mon chou, but maybe take it off before your sister sees?"
Henry flicks his eyes over to the couch, familiar smirk pulling at his lips, "she doesn't look like she minds it"
Blair huffs, eyes following his to Darcy attempting to pull herself up on the couch "your other sister. You know she's only just started to watch the goat herd scene in The Sound of Music and that's just old puppets on a screen"
Before Henry can reply the sound of the front door unlocking carries up the stairs, Chuck and Grace's voices and Monkey and Tiger's barks creating a chaotic symphony. Little feet hurry up the stairs, despite Chuck's warning to either hold on or hold his hand. Then a flurry of brown curls and a pink tweed dress is in Blair's arms, her middle child gazing up at her with a grin.
"Mommy!" she breathlessly cries as Chuck rounds the stairs, wordlessly moving to help Henry discreetly throw the mask where she won't find it, "we're gonna have a Halloween concert! And I get to open it!"
"Well that's because you're the most talented girl" she smiles, giving her a proper hug.
Grace's eyes go wide, thought clearly forming in her mind, "we don't have costumes yet. What am I gonna wear?"
"There's plenty of time, ma bichette, don't worry. In fact we were just talking about it, weren't we Henry?"
Henry catches her best patented mom look, and knows any attempt to bring Chuck onto his side is futile, "yeah we were. Why don't we come up with something together"
Satisfied that her children aren't going to accidentally scare each other Blair moves to let her eldest discuss their plans, giving Chuck a much overdue kiss. Darcy makes a noise of disapproval from the floor, prompting them to break apart and Chuck easily picks her up.
"Alright Dolly" he murmurs, Grace's nickname for her having become everyone's, kissing her soft sweep of hair and avoiding her hands trying to grab at his own, "you get your turn too"
Blair hums, reaching out to stroke her plump cheek, "it looks like we have another baby who doesn't want to share your attention"
"And who's fault is that?" he teases, "unless this is your way of asking for a fourth attempt"
She glares playfully at him, "keep this up and you won't be getting any treats this year" she responds, smoothly taking Darcy back and sniffing her, scrunching her nose, "and it looks like I'm not getting any now"
"I'll take her" Chuck replies, "you can see what our children have planned"
He nods conspiratorially at them as he carries Darcy upstairs, leaving Blair to turn back to them, one eyebrow raised. Usually their angelic faces wouldn't be cause for concern, but she knows them, she made them, so she recognises the look in their eyes as her own.
Henry decides to speak for them both, "we should do separate costumes, and we've gotta dress Darcy as a pumpkin"
Blair uses her decade of motherhood to restrain herself, "that's a... fun idea" she concedes, eyes not matching her mouth.
She lets them go back to coming up with ideas, absentmindedly picking up Henry's almost carefully hidden zombie mask. Who knew he could scare her even more without it.
——
"What's wrong with dressing Darcy as a pumpkin?" Serena asks, settling on the couch next to Blair, watching as her daughter toddles over to her cousin, "we dressed Harlow as a cat last year and you saw how cute she was"
"It's not that she wouldn't be completely adorable" Blair sighs, picking up a macaron, "I just don't want her to think that we did something elaborate for her siblings and gave up when it came to her"
"You know she wouldn't think that, especially if you tell her it was Henry and Grace's idea"
"Point taken. But why doesn't Henry want to match this year? He loved it last year"
Serena laughs, "B he's ten. He's not gonna want to match with his parents forever"
Blair huffs, "I know that. But it's Darcy's first Halloween I was hoping we could have at least one more family costume. What are you and Humphrey doing? Maybe you could convince Henry family costumes are still cool"
"Actually we're not doing family costumes this year either. Don't get me wrong Reuben's totally into it, but I thought it'd be fun to let him pick his own this year. Dan's trying to convince him to do a Dorian Gray's picture thing but he's thinking more Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, and Harlow's obsessed with Tinker Bell. Well as obsessed as a one-year-old can be, she just kinda stares at her a lot"
"A Humphrey obsessed with a blonde, it's probably genetic" Blair quips, "anyway you're still going-" she crinkles her nose, "trick or treating before our party?"
Serena playfully rolls her eyes, "yes we are. It's fun! You get to see all the kids' costumes and it's good for Reuben to make friends in the neighbourhood. And last year people even gave me and Dan candy"
"Ah" Blair nods sagely, "your real motive. You know I can give you candy here, S"
"But not from a smoking cauldron"
Blair giggles, "I'll ask Chuck to add it to the props list"
——
Henry sighs, crumpling his paper and pushing it to the side. He thought this would be a perfect opportunity to plan their outfits, his mom's downstairs with Aunt Serena and his Dad's out with Uncle Nate and Humphrey so there's no need to worry about them seeing and he can work in peace. His sister has other plans, though.
"So people just give you candy?" Grace says, opening her doll's house.
"Yup" Reuben replies, "you just knock on their door, say 'trick or treat', and then you get candy"
Grace crinkles her nose, "but it's just from the store? And it's been in their house?"
"Uh-huh. It's fun though, and some people have better candy so you wanna get them first"
"But you can just get whatever candy you want at home, and-and how do you know it's clean"
Reuben pauses, "I guess you just trust people. My daddy said it's been happening forever so people know what to do"
"It sounds icky" Grace concludes, positioning her dolls carefully.
Henry peers over at them, hoping they're done. Truthfully he doesn't have to be in the same room as two six-year-olds, but he thought it would make scheming with Grace easier if they were together. He just hadn't considered his cousin's penchant for talking too much.
"Gracie" he calls, distracting her from her well planned doll narrative, "do you still want to be that thing we talked about?"
"Yes. Oh Henny, make sure you draw it like I said it"
"I will" he responds, resisting the urge to shake his head.
It's a lot like talking to a mini version of his mom sometimes. Or what his dad tells him his mom was like, at least. He returns to his paper, trying to capture his sister's specific vision. And, more importantly, his own.
——
"Are we boring parents for letting our baby be a pumpkin?" Blair murmurs into Chuck's chest a week later, too warm and content to lift her head.
"It's what our children want" Chuck drawls, lazily tracing circles over her bare shoulder, "besides she's not going to remember it. And like Grace said she does have the cheeks for it"
Now Blair does lift her head, "but we'll know" she tangles her fingers with his, "I don't want her to think we don't love her as much. I know we didn't plan her, but I don't want her to grow up and think we care about Henry and Grace more or that she was just an afterthought"
Chuck shifts, taking her hand properly in his and looking into her eyes, "she won't. You know she won't. It doesn't matter what they dress as as long as they're happy"
"But what if I'm not" she pouts, resting her chin on his shoulder.
"He has to grow up, Blair" Chuck says simply, getting to the heart of the issue before she can even fully vocalise it herself, "and if that means thinking of his own costume, or helping his sisters with theirs, then that's part of it"
"But why now. Why can't he wait until Christmas to start growing up. At least then he can still adhere to our colour scheme"
"Because we're raising him to think for himself and have excellent taste"
"True" she exhales into his skin, "I just wanted him to stay our baby boy a little longer. Is that bad?"
"No" he tips his head down to kiss her softly, "but now he can help with our actual baby. You know he's ordering your designers to make the finest pumpkin outfit in all of Manhattan"
Blair smiles, "so that's what you two were doing in there before we had lunch"
"He even brought sketches"
She laughs, "that's our boy"
"And he still loves your traditions and wants you to be proud of him"
"I'm always proud of him" she murmurs.
"So tell him. He's more excited to see your reaction than anything else, although seeing Darcy as a pumpkin is a very close second"
"Mmm so we're not boring, then?"
"Never" he husks, kissing her again, "and we can still have our afterparty, which you can have complete control of"
Blair sighs, far happier than five minutes ago, "have I mentioned I love you?"
"Once or twice"
"Well I do" she kisses his neck.
"I love you too"
——
The familiar buzz of activity fills their home, people moving in and out and up and down all while little eyes watch curiously from the couch and big eyes watch like hawks. Henry carefully repositions Darcy in his lap, stopping her mission to get to the floor and trying to get her to cuddle nicely instead. Grace holds her little hands, attempting to calm her with an enthusiastic version of Moon River. It works, briefly, before Darcy's attention is capture by the candlesticks, and wriggles in a demand to finally explore everything.
"No, Darcy" Henry says firmly, wrapping his arms around her middle, "we're cuddling so mommy can take a photo. Don't you want to show off your outfit?"
His words trigger a response in her dna, and she smiles, suddenly content to sit still and show that she's the prettiest pumpkin in all of New York.
Blair comes back in, Chuck discreetly pulling her away from berating the staff any more, lest they miss Grace's piano recital, and she beams at her children.
"Look at all of you" she enthuses, carefully making sure that Darcy's stable in Henry's arms, "there's not a more beautiful trio in all of Manhattan"
Although they may not be matching her sentiment is sincere, all three of them in custom designer outfits. Darcy really does have the cheeks for being a pumpkin, Blair thinks as she kneels down to take their photo.
"What about you and daddy's costumes?" Grace asks, shifting so her mermaid tail is more visible.
"We're going to get changed later" Blair replies, sneaking a coy glance back at Chuck.
Grace nods, before pressing a kiss to Darcy's cheek, Henry doing the same to her other side, and Blair tries to swallow the lump forming in her throat. She takes one last photo, then Chuck picks Darcy up to let her safely explore the candlesticks before they're lit.
Blair turns her attention back to her older children, Henry letting Grace hold his binoculars, the pièce de résistance of his Rear Window costume. The lump in her throat threatens to return, and for a moment she allows herself to just enjoy her family. Her own childhood Halloweens were fun, but there was always a certain expectation on her to still be, well, a Waldorf. And she knows that Chuck never celebrated, aside from going to parties in High School and those weren't exactly full of childlike joy, rather children trying to grow up too fast.
The sound of Darcy giggling at the smoking cauldron pauses her trip down memory lane, moving to take her from Chuck's arms. He catches her elbow, leaning in to whisper in her ear.
"I assume," he breathes against her skin, "you have something in store for me later"
She smiles, innocently adjusting Darcy so as not to crush her pumpkin costume, "well that depends. Do you want a trick-" she runs a palm over his chest, "or a treat?"
She feels him smirk against her skin, "I defer to your judgement"
She kisses him briefly, Darcy once again protesting. As the break apart he takes Darcy's little hand in his and kisses it, before checking his watch. They really do need to get going if they want to actually make it in time for Grace's recital, Chuck ushering them off the couch and down the stairs, this time holding Grace's hand so she doesn't fall.
Henry quickly gets his shoes on, offering his lap to Darcy so Blair can put her little orange Mary Janes on.
"Mom" Henry says casually after a moment, "thanks for letting me and Gracie dress Darcy this year"
Blair grins, finishing up the last tiny buckle, "you're more than welcome, mon chou. And I'm very proud of you" she strokes a hand down his still soft cheek.
"Really?" he grins.
"Yes" Blair affirms, "you're growing into quite the young man"
Henry considers this, "I think I'm ok with being a kid a little longer. Unless-" he smirks, "that means I'm old enough to go on a lost weekend?"
Chuck answers without turning around from helping Grace into her boots, "not yet"
Henry huffs theatrically, handing Darcy back to Blair. She can't hide the smile on her face as they walk out to the limo, though. Maybe, just maybe, her hormones can finally settle down a little. It looks like she's in for more of a treat this year.
germansingergirl
snowghoul
pixelskylines
discoholicmusic
ellievsbear
annaxmalina
