Dan Humphrey stans will look at you dead in the eye (well actually over a screen because they only exist online) and say “dan was the nicest character in gossip girl bc he was so moral and tried to be good” and then when you say “oh well i don’t like him as much because i found his arc boring since he was the ‘nice’ one” THEN they’ll be like “wdym boring?? he was gossip girl and he played everyone else the whole show. And then you respond “well if he was secretly writing bad things about everyone else for several years before even befriending them he’s not exactly nice or moral anyways.” THEN they’ll be like “Well him being gossip girl wasn’t planned anyways!” Ok?? So is he the evil genius the WHOLE time (bc he started doing this 2 years before dating serena) or the moral nice guy until they corrupted him ??
Then they’ll say like “Well he was just eating the rich up and he beat them at their own game” and then you’ll say “clearly he just wanted to be the rich if his whole life revolved around this” and then they’ll be like “WELL he was rich too bc he lived in a super expensive loft and his dad was famous.” Ok?? So how did he eat the rich up if he was already rich? Then they also get offended when you call Dan poor. 😭 So you like that he’s poor and you hate rich people but also he’s iconic and also a rich person and ate up the other rich ppl but also he’s super sweet and the rest of them are worse anyways?
THEN to top it all off they’ll say they are the “intellectual” ones for liking him and you’re stupid/classist/evil for liking blair serena nate chuck etc. Mind you their entire “intellectual” argument relies on logical fallacies and they still cannot agree on what it is that makes this character so appealing…
from the summer writing prompts you posted - plastic party cups :)
3) plastic party cups
hiii tysm this prompt is so fun!! I'm gonna do this for chair ik u didn't specify a ship so sorry if u had someone else in mind 😭 still I really hope u enjoy it 🤍🤍
Sand is still sprinkled throughout the house, the remnants of bare feet running up and down between their private beach and the garden and what feels like every single room inside. It crunches under Blair's toes as she sneaks a slice of cake from the kitchen, the white and purple icing still soft, before spinning on her heel, humming as she returns to the den- the only room devoid of sand- and gently shakes her feet before crossing the threshold. Even in the dim light she can see the fond smile on Chuck's face as he lounges on the couch.
"I've never been more grateful for hardwood flooring," she sighs, reclining into her husband's arms, "remind me of today if I ever suggest we get carpets"
"Noted"
He swipes a finger in the icing before Blair can, prompting her to whip her head around with a pout on her lips. He brings his finger to her mouth in a peace offering, letting her lick it off.
"You know," Chuck drawls, absentmindedly running his hand up and down her arm, "this is the second time someone's eaten icing off of me today"
Blair laughs, "well Darcy did tell me she was 'a little sorry' for eating your cake"
He brushes his lips over her ear, "I'd rather eat yours anyway"
"Behave Bass," she says playfully around a forkful of sponge, "the night is still young"
They sit in silence for a moment until the cake is gone, the two of them alternating bites. As Blair leans across to set the plate on the table she catches sight of the bottle of Dom on the table, along with the accompanying drinkware, and can't help the laugh that bubbles up her throat. Purple plastic cups emblazoned with Henry's smiling face, a request by the birthday boy himself, sit proudly on the glass tabletop.
"They were the only ones I could find" Chuck says behind her, and she doesn't have to look back at him to see the glint in his eye, she knows it's there.
"You have a whole bar," she gestures across the room to the sleek panelled bar that's been in the den for over a decade stocked with every type of glass they could possibly need, "right here"
"It was closed," he replies smoothly, "besides I thought these were more appropriate for today"
He pours the champagne in both cups, clinking them together teasingly before handing Blair hers. The bubbles tickle down her throat, past the knot that's forming as she looks at Henry's face beaming back at her.
"I can't believe he's twelve," she says simply, curling into Chuck's side and burying her face against his shirt, "we really have a twelve-year-old, Chuck"
"And an eight-year-old and a two-year-old," he muses, "I thought being melancholic about your children ageing was overblown, and yet here we are. It feels like yesterday he wasn't even twelve months old trying to run around in here"
"And he couldn't walk so he kept pulling himself up on this couch" Blair says fondly, "and next year he'll be thirteen!" she exclaims as if it's just dawned on her, "we'll have a teenager"
"And a three-nager. If she's anything like Grace that might be worse"
Blair laughs again, joy diffusing the ache that had spread through her chest, "at least we'll get it out of the way at the same time"
Now it's Chuck's turn to laugh, "and we'll know what to expect in another decade. I just-" he pauses, causing Blair to tilt her head up, reassuring him that he has all the time in the world to talk, "I just want him to enjoy being a child for as long as he can"
"He is. Because of you," Blair pushes herself up to look at him fully, running her free palm down his cheek, "we're drinking from plastic party cups, he got a Minecraft hoodie and Star Wars lego, and played Mario Kart for three hours just so everyone had a turn. When I turned twelve I asked my mother for Chanel and pearls"
"And you wore a veil at your party because you wanted to look like Audrey in Funny Face"
"You remember that?"
"Of course. Nathaniel was terrified it meant you two were engaged, so I told him you'd never combine your birthday with an engagement party. It'd be too gauche," he tilts his head down to kiss her, "Henry's still a child because of you, too," he husks, "he told me earlier that you've never made him feel like he has to grow up too fast"
"Neither have you," Blair says softly, sighing against his jaw, "I guess twelve won't be that different. It's just another milestone we get to reach together"
She leans up to kiss him again, the last dredges of champagne sloshing inside the cup and threatening to spill onto her fingers. Chuck deftly takes it from her fingers, placing the mostly empty cups on the table, and pulls her into his lap, their tongues meeting and fizz overflowing between them. Blair pulls back for a second, and she doesn't have to speak for Chuck to instinctively reach across and turn the cups around so Henry's face isn't looking at them.
"Now," Blair says, her lipstick smeared and cheeks warm, "I believe I owe you something to eat"
everyone always feels the need to justify why they like the characters they like and why they hate the characters they hate based on stupid arbitrary plots and i wish we could just admit to ourselves more that it’s mainly a VIBE thing
[blair forgets one of the most integral parts of a winter wardrobe. luckily, whatever's chuck's is now hers ♡ rated g ♡ warnings: brief suggestive dialogue]
a/n: happy @fluffbruary !! this is my first time actually trying to do something like this so I'm really excited for it!! these are all going to be for chuck and blair (in a shocking twist) some might be in the same time period as 525,000 (moments so dear) so consider them previews/teasers to chapters that might not even be up yet, and some might connect to my other one-shots as well. as always I hope you enjoy 🤍🤍
It's not that Blair thought that 'baby brain' was a myth, exactly. She just assumed that her and Chuck's combined DNA would result in such a well behaved and perfect baby that she wouldn't have to be exhausted and mentally all over the place at all times.
She was partially right. Henry is well behaved for a five-month-old. Just not today.
"It's ok, baby" she coos, bouncing him up and down, trying to stop him from chewing her necklace in-between heaving sobs, "I know, your teeth are coming in and it hurts. But we're going to see daddy for lunch! Doesn't that sound good?"
Henry pauses for a moment, his round cheeks still pink and damp, before gurgling his agreement. Blair kisses his head, thankful that the mention of his other favourite person seems to work every time. She siezes the moment to get him ready, making her way up to her and Chuck's room before he changes his mind.
Snow flurries outside the window, the cold weather irritating Henry more, his eyes glaring at the offending flakes. She turns him away, lest he start crying again, and settles him on the bed to put his snowsuit on. Her heart clenches, his little face calming down and gazing sweetly up at her from underneath his hood. She tickles him, beaming at his giggles of appreciation, before peppering his cheeks with kisses.
"My cute boy" she coos, "let's go and let daddy fawn over you too"
Henry rests on his tummy babbling away, fingers clutching the teething ring Blair found, as she quickly readies herself. She chooses her coat, swapping her 4 inch heels out for 3 inches instead, not wanting to risk slipping while carrying Henry, and gives herself a once-over in the mirror. Warm clothing, gloves, hat if Henry refuses to have his hood up. Everything seems ready. She reaches up to adjust her scarf, finding her neck bare. The joys of baby brain.
Blair groans, picking Henry up while she searches through her drawers. They're empty.
"Where are they?" she sighs, "I know I had them yesterday because I..." she trails off, looking down at Henry chewing his teething ring, "gave them to you to chew on when I was getting dressed" she sighs.
Stupid baby brain.
Ok, she thinks, exhaling slowly, there's got to be something somewhere. She turns on her heel, scanning the room. Her eyes fall on the door to Chuck's walk-in closet, an idea forming in her mind.
"You know what Henry?" she muses, striding over and perusing the shelves, "I love being married to daddy for so many reasons-" she breathes in the scent of his suits, "but his fashion is one of my favourites"
A box peeks out, just askew enough that it catches her eye amongst Chuck's meticulously organised closet. Curiously she nudges the lid off, Henry tilting his head to mimic her, before a smile spreads across her lips.
"I think" Blair hums, lifting the familiar fabric out and winding it gently around her neck, "we're ready"
They make it to The Empire relatively quickly, Blair refraining from telling Arthur to drive as fast as possible now she has the most precious cargo strapped into his carseat next to her. They manage to get Henry settled in his portable bassinet, Arthur getting back into the limo to wait until they come back with Chuck and hiding his smile at Blair's choice of scarf.
Henry gazes up at the gently falling snow, more amiable towards it than he was indoors. His cheeks grow pink again and Blair scurries through the door with a passing nod to the doorman, hoping that the cold air was soothing instead of uncomfortable.
They make their way to the private elevator, Blair pulling her gloves off and stroking Henry's soft cheek. He kicks excitedly, almost losing his purple plaid blanket, so she folds it and slips it into her purse, encouraging him to move as much as he can.
The elevator doors ding open, Henry's head swiveling at the sound, and they cross the short hallway to Chuck's private office. His assistant isn't there, clearly already on her lunch break, so the two of them head in unannounced. Not that it matters, really, as he knows they're coming.
Chuck waits behind his desk, blueprints and planning notes ignored, his own coat hanging behind the door Blair pushes open. He rises quickly, helping pull it open so she doesn't strain anything.
"Blair you're not meant to be overexerting yourself"
"It's a door, Chuck" she sighs.
"Still, I'd hate you to be too tired later to try-"
Henry cuts him off by babbling excitedly as he sees his face, reaching his arms out to be freed. Chuck happily obliges, his entire face softening as he takes in Henry's teddy bear snowsuit.
"Aren't you the cutest bear in all of New York" he murmurs, kissing him repeatedly on his cold cheek to make him squeal.
Blair lingers back, smirk blooming as she realises her husband is far too busy fawning over their boy to have noticed her neckwear. Usually it would be unthinkable, that he wouldn't immediately focus on her as she entered the room, but she's happy to finally have some competition as it were. Henry really is the cutest baby of all time. Not that either of them are biased, of course.
Chuck passes Henry the teething ring he's been keeping in a minifridge in case he gets fussy while visiting, bouncing him on his hip, before casually tossing over his shoulder.
"Nice scarf Waldorf"
Blair laughs, knowing she should never underestimate his ability to notice everything about her, "I had a feeling you'd like it Bass"
"It might look better on you than it ever did on me"
She hums, coming to lean against his desk, "I don't know, it was your signature" she teases.
He kisses her then, finally, the rest of the world melting away like ice for a moment. Then, Henry pouts, reaching for the scarf as if genetically predisposed to enjoy vintage J. Press.
Chuck breaks away, lifting Henry out of reach, "no Henry. That's not for you" he drawls, trying to actually sound upset at the thought of it getting drool on.
"Well," Blair runs a hand over Henry's soft hair, "maybe when you're older"
"He'll probably outdress both of us"
"True. But for now," she sneaks another kiss, "you can enjoy me wearing it before it ends up on our floor tonight"
Chuck smirks, "you read my mind. Except for the floor part"
"Before it ends up neatly folded in your closet. Better?"
This time he steals a kiss, Henry giggling in his arms, "much"
The three of them head out into the snow, Henry's eyes drooping once the cold air swirls around them. Blair watches Chuck carefully buckle him back in, warmth spreading from her chest through her whole body. She doesn't need a scarf to keep her warm, not now. There's a certain warmth that can only come from her family. And, maybe, a little nostalgia helps too.
