DESCRIPTION once another guy sets his eyes on you, chuck finds himself jealous.
CONTENT just fluff ꣑ jealous!chuck.
THOUGHTS my first chuck fic!! this was supposed to be out much earlier but something came up. i hope you guys like it.
𝒾. mlist 𝒾𝒾. previous fic 𝒾𝒾𝒾. prompts 𝒾𝓋. based on this ask
CHUCK BASS IS IMPORTANT. POISED. Full of unwavering self-confidence. He doesn't get jealous. He doesn't. He has no reason to. He's as confident in his relationship with you as he is in that he'll fulfill his father’s legacy one day. But this guy talking to you right now, thinking that he's entitled to you in any way... who the hell does he think he is?"
Chuck tried so hard not to let it bother him, trying to enjoy the party that you all attended, it’s thrown by a new elite person that has yet to show their face, he didn’t even want to come, he’d rather stay in bed, cuddle up next to you but you wanted to come because Blair and Serena was also going.
Chuck focuses his glare on the guy standing in front of you as he takes a sip out of the drink he’s been nursing for the past few minutes. His teeth grinding together as the guy stood so close to what was his, it’s not like you were entertaining him as you denied every one of his attempts but he isn’t letting up. “Are you there?” Nate questions as he notices he hasn’t been listening to anything he’s been saying for the past few minutes.
“You know I’m not. Don’t take it personal. Who is that guy?”
Nate rolls his eyes at his response before looking in the direction, Chuck is looking in. “Dude, that’s Jackson. This is his party, everyone’s talking about him, he’s gossip girl's new target.” Nate explains as Chuck sets his cup on the table beside them.
“Oh I see what’s happening, you’re jealous,” Nate snickers, couldn’t believe his eyes as he watches Chuck roll his eyes at him. “You know (name) only has eyes for you,” he adds.
While Nate speaks the truth, it only falls on deaf ears. While he knows you wouldn’t entertain someone else, it has been quite a long time since someone dared to try to flirt with you knowing damn well you belonged to him and him only. He’s the only one that gets to stand as close to you as the guy is to you now.
“How about I take you out this weekend, is 8 fine for you?”
You exhale, letting go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You had already let this guy know that you’re not interested in him and he still wasn’t budging, kept trying to find ways for you to say yes to his offer; you try to be nice as this was his party, you didn’t want to be rude.
No one could hold a candle to Chuck as no one made you feel the way you feel with him, he treats you with respect, a trait this guy obviously lacks.
You look around, searching through the crowd for your boyfriend, the only person besides the girls you want to be close to so you can get away from this dude.
A smile tugs at the corner of your lips once you lock eyes with him, watching as he walks up to you with confidence written all over him, a sight that always has you head over heels with him. “Um… hello? Did you hear what I said?” Jackson questions, snapping his fingers in your face enough to make you annoyed.
“I’m sorry but she’s with me,” Chuck states, placing his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, just being his hold; you immediately melt in his touch as shock takes over Jackson's face “Incase, you didn’t know but she’s happily taken.”
You lay your head against his shoulder as he lays a soft kiss on your forehead, another thing that made your heart flutter about him.
“Whatever, call me when you break things off with him,” Jackson says, walking away as you roll your eyes briefly before giving your full attention to Chuck who had an angry expression on his face.
“Don’t listen to him babe, I would never leave you.” You comment, rubbing his chest, looking up into his eyes. “I know.” He responds but a smirk spreads across your face, knowing by the look on his face having seen it many times before in the beginning of your relationship although he always claims he never gets jealous but you always saw right through it.
“Oh my god, you are jealous.” you make eye contact with him, not being able to hold in the laughter that’s spilling out your mouth. “Now why would I be jealous? I’m Chuck Bass and no one can ever replace me.” He says proudly and you laugh more, holding onto him tightly.
“Come on, let's get home, I will have more fun there than here,” you say calmly, leading him to the exit as he raises an eyebrow, happy that he can finally go home and have you to himself, thinking about the day he’d finally marry you, claiming you as his wife to the world.
我 ⸼ ࣪ ✿ ◌ ۪ contents. kim jennie x fem! reader, gf! jennie headcanons, sfw ( 🤍 ) though a few suggestive ones are marked!
ꨄ︎ . forever standing on the firm belief that jennie is sooo touchstarved 😵💫😵💫 i feel like she'd be such a waist holder, not even suggestively but just like.. as comfort? especially in public places, because she feels like a steady hand always calms you down (& it's a subtle way to check up on you here and there) also hand on your thigh 24/7 but that's a convo for another day..
ꨄ︎ . examples include: hand rubbing on the small of your back, fingers tucked into your back pocket (and squeezing your ass sometimes then looking around like 'who done it'), and you could be doing something completely normal like ordering coffee and her fingers are slipping under your sweater to rub slow circles on your waist like it’s a reflex 🧎♀️oh i could never survive.
ꨄ︎ . gf! jennie who spoils you rottennnn. that's sugga mami right there! will get you anything that she associates with you, or that you even expressed the littlest intrest in. also, ALWAYS. pays for you during dinner dates. UUUUHHH
ꨄ︎ . gf! jennie calls you every affectionate nickname under the sun, baby, angel, my pretty girl, honey etc. etc. and i gets like 10 times worse when she's drunk..
ꨄ︎ . i'd argue she's secretly the jealous type. not in a controlling way, but like… if someone else makes you smile a lil too hard, she’s immediately slinking her arm around your waist and giving you a lil kiss on the cheek. definetly won't get verbal, no words spoken but will absolutly act upon the feeling. and you can ALWAYSSS tell when she's jealous.
ꨄ︎ . gf!jennie who probably. most likely. has a whole burner account just for pictures of you. or the both of you (but mostly you), and jen posts on there like every 2 days!! her friends are so SICKKK of it. can't watch a single story without seeing two fags on the screen
ꨄ︎ . big fan of you sitting on her lap. if you climb into her space, her hands go straight to your thighs. will tease you about it in front of others like “she’s so clingy today” (like babe??? u pulled me onto you???) but actually loves every second of it. especially when your arms wrap around her shoulders. it feels so intimate and loving.
ꨄ︎ . (suggestive) gets really really giggly when she’s turned on. like kisses turn her into such a mess. she’ll start off teasing and smug, and then one single dom! action from your side and suddenly she’s laughing into your mouth, going, “stop ittt—” as if she doesn’t want more 😭 it's rly cute
ꨄ︎ . (suggestive) wears lingerie just to hang out with you in private. like “this? oh, it’s new. do you like it?” while twirling around the living room like a hot loserrr. she wants you to lose your mind over her but pretend you’re the perv. very entertaining.
ꨄ︎ . gf!jennie who baby talks the dogs AND you. it’s humiliating. she says stuff like “does my baby want snacks??” and you say yes and she goes “not you. i meant the dog 🙄” and she somehow gets you everytime??? honestly, sigh.
synopsis: blair drinks a little too much, dan comes unwillingly to the rescue. set sometime vaguely before s3
notes: first dair fic guys. horny teen dan and whiny brat blair. what more could one want.
(second edit: added some things that’d spice it up, fixed some grammatical errors, really need to start looking over my writing more lol. enjoy!)
Dan noticed Rufus didn’t seem to call as much when Dan was out.
He probably had his hands full with Jenny.
The independence that a burgeoning New York teen could gain in the span of being in highschool was almost jarring. Dan used to have his mom around, along with Jenny and Dad playing Scrabble in the warm loft. Most nights consisted of staying in doing homework and eating bolognese.
Contrary to now where he’d watch himself pull out his wallet and pay for a meal in someplace; and evenings were spent somewhere on the Upper East Side or in Midtown, whether that was up to him or not.
Still, the independence Dan was given, dwarfs in comparison to majority of the adolescents he attended Constance with. What kind of bars are letting seventeen year olds down numerous cocktails?
Which brought Dan to his next point,
Why was Blair Waldorf downing numerous cocktails?
Even just from simple observation, Blair could never have given herself up to the wiles of alcohol that easily. Sure she probably popped more champagne bottles than the average seventeen year old, but this was getting out of hand.
Blair was evil, but clearly classy.
The Upper East Side restaurant that held the bar was ironically named, Daniel.
Serena, came after hearing that Blair was uncharacteristically at the club bar and not at the table ordering desserts.
If it was the latter, it would have worried Serena even more, although Dan was unaware of why.
Albeit Dan and Serena weren’t in the best of places, relationship wise, but she called in case she needed an extra hand in helping Blair. In which case, Dan Humphrey came in clutch.
“Serena?”
Out came the words of the drowsy tongued Blair.
The blonde stated to the bartender to stop giving her the drinks. He shrugged and nodded in apathy. The only thing adults seem to be capable of expressing to teens on the UES.
“And here comes, Dan Humphrey coming in here.. In Daniel.”
Blair started up again, with her black headband slightly pushed back as a result of Blair’s hands running through her hair. Her royal blue, white collared button up shirt that housed a colony of wrinkles. She was sitting cross legged with a pleated skirt. It was almost like she was tempting Dan to come forward.
“I wonder why out of all places in Brooklyn, you decided to be out of your natural habitat, situated in the streets of D.U.M.B.O?”
She enunciated the words, ‘habitat’ and ‘streets of D.U.M.B.O’ in a tone that poetically reminded Dan of the iambic pentameter, with the DUMS landing on each of the words.
Dan could only stare back.
The warm mood lighting of the atmosphere shone in Blair’s eyes, her dark eyelashes reaching to catch the light. Despite her snarky, sarcastic comment.
Snarky. Sarcastic. Seducti-
The brunette’s half open eyes were borderline glossy, matching her lips and their respective gloss. Lashes battering every blink.
It also seems like she had the random lucidity to reapply lip gloss after drinking. Blair was always known to be high maintenance.
Dan didn’t intend to familiarize himself with her doe begotten eyes in such a moment.
He definitely did not intend studying the slightly distracting, moist shininess of her lips as well.
Serena spoke low and reassuringly,
“What happened B?”
At this point Dan had first taken a seat aside Blair and Serena did the same, trying to contact whoever was in Waldorf’s body now. The bass, or the drum pattern, of the club’s music from the downstairs club oozed into the background of the ground floor, where the three of them were now situated.
Another bartender donning a dress shirt and a leather apron on top, chimed in.
“Ma’am, sir.” She addressed both Dan and Serena.
“Some stranger brought her here from downstairs, said she looked like she needed to be taken back home.”
Blair suddenly raised her a lone pointer finger, with her elbow joint perpendicular against the marble slab and slightly, only barely, slurred out,
“I came here on my ownnn volitioon..”
She continued like a mad oracle on her tripod stool, spitting random realities,
“Mom is off her friggin’ rocker.”
“Nate and Chuck are a convoluted mess that the devil himself sent to reach me.”
“And Yale m-may not even be a reality anymore.”
Her pitch dropped and Blair’s voice wavered a few times, this kept both Dan and Serena on their toes. Her pitch was also whiny.
Normally it irked Dan, but now it only spellbound him to her words. Dan wanted to help. The urge to comfort the equivalent of the UES’, ‘Wicked Witch of the West’ was almost overwhelming.
Seems like Serena had done that for him already, with her hands comforting Blair’s back, lending a hand.
Serena knew it best to prompt Blair to speak because even when drunk she is not the type to spill out information. Serena let out a sigh, she motioned with her hands as she talked.
“B, what has got you here in the first place? A-and drunk too?”
Dan took a moment to think. He never would’ve have thought Blair would be the type to get ‘off her ass drunk’.
Like witnessing the moon elapsing into its different phases.
“You better be grateful I’m not chowing down a dozen pastries right now.” Blair dragged her words slowly.
Not one wanting to be misunderstood, Blair elaborated.
“If I did that, the pity party would arrive, my mom sending me away to that doctor.”
“And you would be worried sick, Serena.”
There was a slight pause caught in between Blair’s lips. Her neck slightly slumped forward.
“So I figured that margaritas and cosmos made for a cleaner way to forget everything.” Blair let out a girly sigh.
“But B, I-“ Serena was interrupted.
“Just for one night, let me loosen the button that’s been choking my neck, S.”
Blair started slurring again in her high pitched tone that dipped when she wanted to exaggerate the depth of her words.
“Ugh, take me somewhere other than hoome. My mother would be very displeased seeing me like this.”
She gestured to herself lazily with a hedonistic laugh, pointing to her ruffled shirt that has been danced in and her hair that had a more than few strands astray.
Her thin shapely eyebrows furrowed deeper for a moment and then dropped again. With her eyes surveying only Serena, and then Dan.
The atmosphere, despite Blair being slightly wasted, was still akin to an elite jazz club. Something you could never find on the other side of the bridge.
The Brooklynite’s ears picked up on the people whooping and shouting downstairs to the music, imagining Blair in the midst of those bodies; Shouting her own rhythm and and anthem while riding the high of a drink. In her girly skirt, and the oh-so-expensive button up she wore from a brand he was never made aware of.
Dan was wondering which lucky man downstairs, had the opportunity of having the back of her skirt, her thighs, rub on their pants.
Dan felt like a tree that was missing its leaves.
“Okaayyy let’s get you up and-“ Humphrey got over the awkwardness of touching Blair so vividly beneath her arm, trying to pry her off the marble slab of the bar she seemed to be attached to.
To Blair, Humphrey smelt of some mid-range sandalwood his 90’s dad probably planted in their loft. Mixed with the smell of cheap wood his desk was constructed out of, and the faint whiff of an inexpensive dove soap bar.
She was only guessing.
Blair could really only focus on one thing at a time, while she was thinking of what scent invaded her bubble, which she thought reeked too much of Humphrey, Dan and Serena were figuring out where to take her.
As the Waldorf penthouse was not an option.
“Dan where do we drop off Blair?”
Serena looked at Dan, then back at Blair.
“So my mom’s hosting a late meeting that’s running a bit overtime at ours, so if you don’t mind possibly sneaking through a bunch of investors, or homeowners or whoever-“
“No Serena! I will not suffer that indignity.” Blair huffed and curled her fist to lightly thrust her fist against Dan’s jacket.
“Not Nate’s or Chuck’s! I know you’re thinking about it S!”
Blair again gained a moment of clarity again.
“My mom’s leaving for a meeting in Italy, for upcoming fashion week,” Blair paused.
“She leaves at-“ The brunette started counting her fingers and then gave up after her head and her eyes were giving her a hard time.”
“I think 4am.” Blair managed to breathe out.
Serena un-tentatively pulled out her phone from her brown jacket pocket and stated,
“It’s 12, right now.”
Dan tapped his shoe on the warmly lit coloured granite floor.
“We just need you to stay somewhere for three hours.” He hummed to himself. Serena holding Blair upright, Blair thrumming her fingers to the beat downstairs.
Blair’s long legs were bent slightly, they appeared to be sans-stockings.
Dan was acutely cognizant of her head vaguely tilting side to side, her open neck making him privy to the sweet floral gourmand scent.
Dan had a stroke of genius.
Or admittedly disaster.
He mouthed the words to Serena, ‘the loft’, who was on the other side of side of Blair’s shoulders.
Serena looked down again at Blair, which prompted Dan to look at the crumpled doe eyed mess that was Blair.
“Look, I know you’re going to hate this, but there’s no other option.”
Dan tried to gauge Blair’s current emotional state, gazing at her half lidded eyes and her slightly red tinged cheeks that rises whenever she smiled.
Dan felt similar to a heavyweight boxer peeking and weaving, attempting to find an opening.
He didn’t want to let her down, like so many others have recently. He found himself against a wall of fear, disappointing Blair at that moment appeared as if he was disappointing an ecstatic wet duckling.
He chewed at his lip for a moment and stopped.
“Would you be okay with the loft? It’s just for three hours.”
Before Blair could say anything, Dan swept in to answer all those unspoken criticisms and questions she most likely held behind her lips for the moment.
“No, Jenny’s not there, she is.. present in Hudson visiting my mom. Dad isn’t there either, he’s set up at the gallery, with some buyer coming in from Jersey.”
Blair leaned her head back to focus her attention to Dan, the edges of her vision were blurred like one of those VCR player videos hooked up to the ancient TV she used to have when she was a kid.
Her facial muscles eased up and Blair’s body seemed to lean involuntarily towards Humphrey, her inner monologue gave slight disgust at this. She felt stuck in a current.
“Alright, I gueesss I’ll be among the molemen of Brooklyn.”
She pivoted her head away from Serena, who was paying attention to passerby momentarily witnessing her and Dan lifting Blair.
Blair’s voice had startled the both of them.
“But you better take me back home once that clock hits the four!”
Dan resigned and smiled a bit.
“Alright, alright, let’s help you along.”
Serena observed the amusement in Dan’s face, was he taking delight in having Blair for company?
Silly thought.
Dan’s just one of those annoying good guy types.
As soon as they got Blair in a cab, which she again protested to, albeit for a second, Serena received a call.
“Look, my mom’s calling, she’s saying it’s urgent.”
Van der Woodsen’s eyebrows came closer together in worry. Her eyes pleading to Blair.
Serena was genuinely in regret in for leaving Blair.
Dan reassured her, “I got this.”
“Blair! I’ll see you at yours! In the morning!Promise!” Serena settled her shoulders and walked away from the two of them in the cab. Boots clacking.
Blair’s lithe body was leaning on Dan as he said the address to the loft. It was a relatively hefty fare fee, but Dan couldn’t care less.
“Y’know..” Blair put a finger on Dan’s chest, sending an electric signal to his heart for it to heat faster. And it did beat faster.
Dan’s head turned around to face Blair, with his growing dark curls on his head moving along with his head.
“Serena’s sweet. She leaves too fast though. It’s like she caught in a-ahem, huurricane of other things.” Blair moved her other hand dazed around her head.
Blair’s eyes seemed to bore into his soul, with her feathery dark lashes drawing Dan’s attention.
He swallowed in agreement to what she said. Being with Serena, it was like a languorous, nearly.. lethargic infatuation.
However Blair, in this moment, made him feel identical to a military mutt. In the best way possible.
Dan’s ears were tuned into her every word as a German Shepherd’s would be when taking a command.
It feels taboo, which gave Dan a guilty heady rush. The ride to the borough of Brooklyn, felt like as if time was stretched and thrown around. It felt unsettlingly long to be with Blair, who couldn’t stand him, and he who barely tolerates her. He also thought if he ever left this car with Blair, it’d feel like ripping off wax.
The cab wheels came to a brake as the foreign driver gazed outside, waiting for the two of them to leave the vehicle.
“Make sure your girlfriend drink a uhhh.. gallon of water, okay!” The cab driver directed at Dan with an accent accompanied by a thumbs up.
“I’ll have you know I’m not Dan Humphrey’s girlfriend!”
Blair was pointing a finger again at the driver, as the car was already backing out onto the street.
Her slim body still resting on Dan’s side, with his arm around her; firm hand on Blair’s waist.
For support of course.
“Okay, enough pointing for tonight Blair, we’ll uhm-“ Dan wiping his hand on his lips, as he always seems to do.
He resumed, “The pointing and th- the staring thing, do you always-“
Dan’s eyes were lit up, as if a lightbulb went off in his head to play a game called ‘Question the Drunk Waldorf’.
“Humphrey, please just-“ In her impatience Blair mumbled something that sounded close to ‘fuck’, ‘sore’ and ‘wanna lie down’.
Blair subconsciously thought that Dan was stronger than she thought, but then consciously buried that thought quicker than it came up.
Of course, Humphrey not being Superman, was growing weary of carrying the Waldorf princess upright, so he settled for carrying her legs too.
More compact for a stairwell.
Dan thought about making that joke aloud to her, but he cherished his neck afraid she might bite it off if he compared her to carrying a piece of cargo.
Blair biting him don’t seem as bad-
And for a brief millisecond he imagined Blair straddling him, biting his neck. Attempting to muffle her voice as she-
Get a grip, Dan!
It’s just her- it’s just the newfound spring heat in New York that’s making him half crazy. No other reason why he’s thinking thoughts like that.
Once stepping inside the loft, Dan placed Blair on the sofa in the living room. Blair let out a sigh, then a gasp. A fit of giggles started to attack her.
“I can’t believe that I’m on this bargained, garage-sale couch!”
Blair’s laughter bounced to the ceiling. Her chin upwards and neck lifted. Head supported on the pillow.
“I’ll have you know, that that couch was bought brand new!” Humphrey shouted from behind the kitchen island
Dan brought a glass of water and promptly told her to drink.
After drinking, Dan spoke. “Well I guess I can’t do anything now for you. All you gotta do is uh, sit your ass down.”
He laughed slightly, covering his mouth.
Blair tilted to look at Dan’s head, while her herself looked juxtaposed to the couch. Her body was superimposed horizontally.
She sat up rapidly, which gave her a headache, but she could not let Humphrey, out of all people, get the best of her!
“Oh! You think you’re the-the crème de la crumb! You know what you could do for me?”
It was evident that Blair was still very drunk. She still slurred over her words, unBlair-like.
Her eyes rapidly looked over the man in front of her, assessing the specimen that is Dan Humphrey.
Ugh that is a weird knitted sweater.
His shoulders are wide.
His hands look, admittedly, capable for the job.
Dan was awaiting her next orders. Looking at Blair as if she was a marble statue.
It painted quite a beautiful scene in the Humphrey’s loft. Two figures, covered with warm light, one straight on a chair, one wobbly on a couch.
The scene can be visualized like a booth shot in a film.
The way Blair was arching her back, Dan would think she’s Helen of Troy.
Hair ruffled and all.
Dan’s heart began to palpitate.
Dan hated everything bourgeoisie about the Upper East Side, but now he’s starting to even empathize with Chuck.
“Wash your hands Humphrey.” She said slowly, like Dan was simple in the head.
He did so, then came back.
She sighs, “No one can ever know about this. But my back is killing me.”
“Alas you are here to bear the brunt of my pain. You see, I haven’t had my weekly massage. My masseuse is apparently out of town.. or whatever.” Blair waved a hand away as she continued.
“No more beating around the bush, Blair.” Dan simply stated. He faked a sigh to tease her.
“Just massage my back! It’s so sore-ugh.. the woes of my daily being have taken its toll on me.”
Was it him? Or was Blair more dramatic than usual.
No shit she’s more dramatic, she’s drunk.
He was surprised by this task. But after a few moments, without delay, he put his hands on Blair’s back.
In gentle thumb motions, he began around the scapula kneading her back through her dress shirt. No skin to skin contact.
“No one will ever know you massaged me, okay!”
Dan made a lips sealed motion. “Nope, not a soul.”
“Just uhh.. helping a friend out.” Dan continued.
“Please shut up.”
“Okay.” He quickly got back to work.
Blair’s body was warm, and somewhat soft and firm. Dan couldn’t help but feel bad that he was crinkling her shirt even more.
Oh, for crying out loud, Dan. She’s made you a chump. She’s already an elitist Upper East Sider, and she’s humiliating you by making you massage her back!
Or she’s a drunk girl that just really wants a back massage.
His thoughts were so loud they were most likely blaring through all of Brooklyn.
All the awkwardness had mostly evaporated, as Dan settled in his own rhythm of making Blair feel good.
He still found the experience of his fingertips touching her so closely, so vivid.
As Dan began to think more, he thought how incidentally romantic this was. The warm mood lighting, the vintage records on the wall. Chic exposed brick walls. The lights of New York visible though the window. Blair’s legs gleaming upon the glare of said lights.
His hands upon her body.
There’s only a so much a teen boy could take, Dan just really wished he could fuck something.
He regretted that thought immediately after he came up with it.
“Harder, Humphrey!”
Blair hit her fist on Dan’s knee beside her.
She pointed to her own trapezius.
“More pressure on that one.”
“Oh, I was going pretty hard already. I didn’t know you liked it this rough.” He couldn’t help but smirk.
“Don’t get smart with me.” Her voice came from her body which was laying on the couch, back facing the ceiling.
“Okay, serious question, do you want me to get on top of you?”
“Huh?”
On the couch, Dan boldly put his knees on both sides of her back. Blair, surprisingly was being calm.
“Just don’t put your weight on me Humphrey.”
“Gotcha.”
After a number of Dan’s sequences that he performed across various locations on Blair’s back, she put him to a halt.
“As much as I hate to admit it, it’s just not the same as my masseuse, Humphrey.”
“Well I’m not trained in physiotherapy.”
“You should be.” Blair rolled her eyes at him as she turned her face back to look at him.
Dan shrugged, “Okay, what can I do?”
Blair was already struggling to put the words out. “Can you just massage me under my shirt? I need the feeling of actually being kneaded, Humphrey.”
He examined her shirt and her back carefully, after trying to fit a hand in between her lower back and her button-up.
“Uh, it’s too tight. Do you mind loosing a button, or two?”
Blair raised her eyebrows at him.
“Not to be a pervert but just to fit- y’know- so I could massage you better?”
She let out a ‘hmph’ and obliged with a stubborn look on her face.
Blair proceeded to take off her headband and unbutton her blue shirt with the white collar.
“It’s not going to work if I unbutton an only a feeww... I’ll just unbutton it all. But no taking it off!”
Dan promptly got up and looked away as she unbuttoned her shirt. Not without accidentally getting a glimpse of her black bralette underneath.
Glittering necklace finally set free. Probably worth more than the loft.
It felt like his pants shrunk a size all of a sudden.
“Alright, get back up, Hum-Drum-Humphrey.” Blair laughed softly at the absurdity of this situation.
Deep down she knew she was touch-starved.
They assumed that position once more. Dan’s chest was heaving as he slid his hand under, touching her soft skin, finally. Gulping through his throat, he proceeded to put his hands on her lower waist. Putting equal pressure on both sides.
It was euphony to his ears, how Blair murmured something soft-sounding after he touched her. Back arching a few more degrees.
A clearly defined line dividing her back symmetrically.
Frustratingly for Blair, Dan was annoying good at this.
Frustratingly for Dan, Blair’s voice was nothing short of encouraging.
“Pick up the pace, Humphrey.”
“A bit more pressure here!”
Sometimes she muttered under her breath,
“Feels so good there.”
“Harder th-there..that’s the spot.”
The smell of her perfume gave Dan a wonderful high. He closed his eyes and put more pressure on her skin. Wanting to feel Blair’s lotion between his fingers as he rubbed them together later.
At this point, Blair’s shirt had ridden up a bit, exposing most of her back, including the backside of her bralette.
It was already too late to ask this, but Dan went ahead.
“You are aware, that me, Dan Humphrey, is touching your back, no PPE? Not too drunk to consent to this?”
Blair scoffed.
“Contamination aside, it’s not like we’re exchanging hickeys, get on with it!” Blair sassily rebutted.
Speaking of the aforementioned hickeys, was that a love bite on the side of her nape?
It was faded and minuscule. Dan’s eyes flickered over it for several moments. His guts boiled at picturing this guy without a face, who dared leave a mark on her.
Looked like whoever did it, didn’t apply much pressure.
“Not my first time dealing with something unsavoury.” She added.
Why would I mention a hickey to Humphrey? Worst possible association between two objects, hickeys and.. Humphrey.
Any mark that came from Dan Humphrey she’d have to hide in shame, quick-hot-guilty, shame.
Next came a sudden rattling noise from the window in Dan’s bedroom.
Dan had been so focused on the menial task of kneading Blair’s skin, and the quivers of her voice when she liked a spot;
He heard the noise too late. Along with the sound of Vanessa’s knuckles rapping on the window sill to let him know she’s entering.
Humphrey’s hands tensed. This was an extremely compromising position to be caught in with the ‘enemy’, or the ‘Big Brother’ of Constance-St. Jude’s if you will.
Waldorf’s back skin-naked to Brooklyn air, skirt ridden up. The arch of her back accentuated, as she tried not to make a peep when Dan went over the small of her back.
Him requesting her to loosen up a bit. Back taut.
The amount of times that Vanessa talked about the opportunities that Dan had at Constance. The outer borough duo discussed Blair as a focal point to piss on the UES. Vanessa had phrased it, that one day he could,
‘Eat the rich.’
He never ate out Serena though. Never really thought about it.
Haven’t thought about her, comparative to the times in the past where he would be plagued by the blonde hair swaying in his head. But he’s past that.
Tonight on Dan’s couch, it appears that he’s closest to eating than he’s ever been in his life.
Eat the rich. He wishes.
He’d let Blair stomp on him. Maybe curse her out afterwards. Most likely say ‘thanks’ afterwards.
Dan ran off to his bedroom to hopefully intervene with Vanessa’s possible discovery of the now-asleep Blair Waldorf on the Humphrey couch. That’s a sentence that no writer ever thought of before. He turned his back to face the pleather pants-wearing, curly headed girl that was now entering his room. Through a window.
He tried to compose himself.
“Heyyy.” Dan stretched his arms to create an illusion of casualness.
Vanessa got straight to talking. “So you know what I found? This-“
The male stood up, his palms in a stop motion.
“Woah-woah, what are you doing here Vanessa? It’s like t-two in the morning.” Dan tried to approach the conversation as if they were having brunch in a cafe.
“Y-know, got school tomorrow..”
An awkward smile on his face that betrayed all the tense emotions. Like a teen caught in his room.
“Don’t ’what are you doing here?’ me! I don’t mean to sound like an airhead, but you don’t spare any time for us. Me. Your best friend?”
Vanessa looked at him hard in the eye.
Maybe I look too tense. Just let her say what she needs to say and then usher her out.
“Fine. Sorry. I’m just exhausted.” He feigned a yawn. While also looking at her in the eye.
Dan beckoned her to continue. Eyeing things around the room like Cedric in the dim light, while waiting for Vanessa’s next words.
“You smell like.. a girl..” Vanessa may have leaned back while she was saying that.
“An expensive girl.” She had to elaborate.
Okay that was a curveball.
“Oh! Uh. Jenny got some freebie at a store for like the little points that you collect.”
As Dan had said that, Vanessa seemed to have relieved some tension in her shoulders, her posture now typical.
“Alright. Well the reason I came was because… I just found a new focal point for my documentary!”
Dan blinked. Vanessa rummaged through her purse to find an old newspaper article.
“It should really be the parents that are the focus, and then we redirect it to the kids, I mean, how else would they get so screwed up if it weren’t for the parents.”
Vanessa smelt like the outside sun sometimes. She looked hopefully in Dan’s direction.
“Yeah, I think it’s great!” His heart was palpitating, praying that she doesn’t want to step out into the living room.
She smiled at Dan. Bangles shaking when she did so. “I’m kind of looking for a bite right now. Did your dad leave leftover bolognese?”
His legs didn’t miss one step as he walked in front of her to guard the door that lead to the living room.
“Mm-You don’t want to do that.” His eyes widened while Dan shook his head incessantly to the girl trying to reach the doorknob.
“Uh- why?”
Dan fidgeted. “My mom’s out there, she just came back. I don’t want her to see a girl coming out of my bedroom at two in the morning.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, your mom knows me, I’ll greet her for being back from Hudson.
I’m in a real shit storm now. Blair’s shirt just had to be unbuttoned! You couldn’t just massage her through the shirt? But no, you had to feel her skin!
“Still, it’s weird, she hasn’t been back in ages. Who knows what teenagers are doing, right?”
Vanessa reached for the doorknob again, then withdrew as a joke.
“Alright. Goodnight Dan. But I’m coming over to meet your mom tomorrow!”
Dan breathed out as soon as Vanessa closed the window and left through the fire escape. He stepped out into the living room.
His eyes were met with Blair Cornelia Waldorf. The light dutifully depicting her as something forbidden.
And her stupid headband placed on the Scrabble board. Bralette exposed sultrily, the atmosphere of the room warm and emanating the smell of a tryst.
“Dan, you want to explain to me why Blair Waldorf is on my couch?” Rufus’ voice came from behind the kitchen.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Gossip Girl (TV 2007)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dan Humphrey/Blair Waldorf
Characters: Dan Humphrey, Blair Waldorf
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Past Chuck Bass/Blair Waldorf, Past Dan Humphrey/Serena van der Woodsen, Not Chuck Bass Friendly - Freeform, Second Chances
Summary:
Six months after leaving Chuck, Blair finds herself taking early morning walks through Central Park. So does Dan, fresh off his divorce from Serena. What starts as a chance encounter becomes a routine; coffee, conversation, and the careful reconstruction of something they thought they'd destroyed years ago.
daisy!! how are you doing? i know you have exams so please feel free to get to this anytime. i got let out of my previous job position and i’m currently confused because of the explainatoon that was given and job searching again. would love to see how rio would act to the reader in that same scenario after he notices she’s either got too much time on her hands or just hasn’t been doing her regularly scheduled program for work. (1/2).
(2/2) also would love to know if she’d confront her boss or whomever about letting her go to begin with or would rio? i just see a ton of angst, fluff, and protective vibes from rio in my head so please feel free to do with these ideas what you will! i hope your exams good/went great 💕. you’re a stunning star ✨💖.
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I know this is very late but I'm hoping you were able to find another job or another path you feel better on. If you're still active, let me know! I'd love to know if you're doing better. Enjoy! :)
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Respectfully, fuck you
word count ♡ 1,036
summary ♡ You’ve just been let go from your job and Rio has noticed an abnormal amount of free time you’ve had.
situation ♡ angst/fluff
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“But, why? Did I do something wrong?” You asked, scanning your manager’s eyes for answers.
You could see his cold stare shift into a look of guilt, and he looked away, keeping his hands busy with loose paperwork on his desk.
“Please clear your things. We’ll have your last check in your account by Friday.” He said without another word.
You hadn’t known a day without working. You could say since you were the eldest of 5, you’ve always had some sort of job. Since Rio and you got together, he had been taking care of everything which he encouraged but you wanted to work anyway. But with the excuse of the bills being paid, and you just getting fired; you had simply nothing to do but think.
Everyone else would have been ecstatic to have a break, but it only filled you with more anxiety. Rio started his days early and almost always ended late, but he did happen to notice that you were still in your pajamas when he came home for lunch each day.
“You’ve been calling out of work or somethin’?” He mentioned as he set a bottle of water down for you.
You shook your head, mindlessly scrolling through the channels on the tv.
“Wassup then?” He asked again.
You weren’t sure why you hadn’t told him that you got fired yet. You were just so stuck in your head all this time.
“They fired me.” You said, and you could see the mental wheels turning in his calculated head.
You read him very well from the soft to cold stare when he turned that inner switch off. He was obviously more upset than you were.
“Bet,” he said instantly. He didn’t ask for any explanation knowing he didn’t need one. He already had his plan together to fuck your manager up but as soon as he opened the car door to leave, he almost instantly closed it back.
He knew you didn’t do anything wrong, but it was more concerning that you weren’t sad, or even angry. You were simply just existing. He concluded that it was no longer up to him to defend you. This was something you needed to work through on your own, but he would just have to give you a push.
“I was hoping you’d change your mind about breaking his fingers.” You joked as you saw him come back inside.
“Actually, his thumbs. Can’t do shit without your thumbs.” He made himself chuckle.
You shrugged again, mindlessly scrolling through your phone now. He stood against the wall, hands in his pockets as if he was waiting for something.
“What’s up with you, mama? Sitting around here ain’t gonna find you answers.” He said.
You remained quiet but he knew you were listening since your thumb was just hovering over your phone screen now.
“What do you want, [Y/N]? You want your job back? You want another?” He pushed.
You shrugged.
“Oh, so things get hard, and you just give up?” He pushed again. You took one of the throw pillows from the couch and flung it towards his head.
“What is it you want me to say? I’m not you; I don’t want to go around fucking people up because they make me upset,” You folded your arms.
“So, you are upset?” He asked, tilting his head even though he already knew.
“Of course, I'm upset! I work really hard and for someone to not give a quarter of a shit to explain why I’m- you know what? Fuck this.” You stood up and went to get your keys.
Rio bit his lip to hide his smirk, but he was waiting for you to finally get it together. Even if you weren’t going to get any answers, you were going to have the last word.
Rio was close behind when you marched your way through the cubicles to find where your manager was. He did a double take when he realized it was you interrupting his important conference meeting.
“Oh, sorry Rick, am I interrupting? Did you happen to get to the part where you take your sponsors money, fuck off with it and fire your best employees because you can’t afford to pay them?” You said, giving him an artificial smile.
You figured it out quickly once you were done wallowing and it was fair enough that what you said alone in front of all these important people likely tanked his entire business.
Rick laughed it off nervously, but cold stares were filling the entire room towards him. He cleared his throat, reaching for the button on the conference phone for security.
Rio stood back like a dark shadow, but he didn’t go unnoticed.
“Don’t...don’t do that.” Rio said, stopping him in his tracks.
“You’re gonna have to get more than security to get me out of here before I’m done. Besides the fraud and theft, I really rocked with you, Rick. I mean, nothing beats stale ass donuts. The worst part about it is how loyal I was. I came in on time, stayed late and for what? For you to sit back and get sucked off on the clock by the bitch in HR? The irony.”
Your old coworkers' heads popped up from their cubicles one by one to get a better view.
“That’s enough!” Rick yelled, and Rio instantly stepped forward until you put your hand up to stop him.
“Sir, respectfully, fuck your meeting,” You giggled, going around the table to push all the important paperwork on the floor.
“Fuck your office,” You said again, taking each jellybean bowl from the table one by one to dump wherever you could.
It seemed like you were done when you walked towards the door until you reached for the trash can.
“And most importantly, fuck you!” You said, dumping it and throwing the container at him.
Rio couldn’t hold in his laughter any longer, and he couldn’t have been any prouder of his girl.
After your well needed release, you finally had a clear mind to figure things out.
“So, what’s next?” Rio asked, planting subtle kisses on your forehead.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 10/10
Word Count: 28k
Fandom: Gossip Girl (TV 2007)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dan Humphrey/Blair Waldorf
Characters: Dan Humphrey, Blair Waldorf, Nate Archibald, Serena van der Woodsen, Vanessa Abrams, Epperly Lawrence, Noah Shapiro, Rufus Humphrey, Lily Van der Woodsen, Carter Baizen, Eleanor Waldorf, Cyrus Rose
Additional Tags: background Serenessa, background rufly, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Set It Up (2018) Fusion, Alcohol, background nate/raina, shapiro and epperly are only vaguely in character, milo humphrey, past dangina/past chair, brief blair/louis, brief dan/olivia, grief around loss of Milo, mentions of past abuse re chair
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Fic Summary:
“Alright.”
Dan leans over her desk, no introduction other than the one word, an interesting combination of exhausted and furious all at once. He wants to pretend he doesn’t notice the way she perks up with excitement, but he does manage to ignore the way she looks supremely self-congratulatory. It's difficult.
i miss your Brio fics! You’re the best writer in that fandom!!
Oh! Anon, there were so many talented writers writing for that show and that ship (still are, I think!), and I hope people don't read this as shady, because I don't mean it that way at all, but having been in a lot of fandoms over the years, I do think the general quality of fics in that particular fandom was exceptionally high, which is kind of funny given the writing with the show itself could be so hit or miss. You're really sweet though and I might write more for them one day, we'll just have to wait and see if inspiration strikes :-)
GENRE fluff, strangers to best friends PAIRING model!Wonyoung x model!reader WARNING none REQUESTED yes! 400 followers event :> WC 0.4k NOTE yes, guess who's really motivated to write now??yes this sucks but wtv lol
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you fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt as you waited for the arrival of the other model you were going to work with. you had heard a lot about her and were excited but obviously quite nervous.
“when is she going to arrive?” you asked your manager, eyes slightly wider than usual.
“in a few minutes, don't worry.”
“it's just that i'm not used to modelling with other people.” you sighed, and your manager chuckled lightly, seemingly amused by the situation and your visible distress.
while waiting, you decided to give yourself a little pep talk in hopes of calming your nerves.
suddenly, the door opened and you finally got to meet Jang Wonyoung. and oh god, she was just as pretty in real life as she was in the pictures.
“hello, i'm Jang Wonyoung and I'm happy to work with you all.” she greeted all of you with a smile. you did the same, and you talked for a little before the make up artists and the stylists had to take care of the both of you.
between each sets of photos you always talked a bunch with each other, eager to know the other better. the similarities you shared made it easy to slide through topics of discussions. you both got scolded a few times because of you two talking instead of working, like they would scold chatty schoolgirls in class.
it was now time for you two to take a break, and of course, you decided to spend it with Wonyoung, your new found best friend.
“we might have to tone it down a little or the managers are not going to be happy.” you joked making Wonyoung giggle slightly, her own beautiful smile making your lips turn upwards.
“yeah, we might not be able to work with each other in the future if we keep talking like this...” Wonyoung said while faking a pout, her plump lips shining delicately under the harsh lighting of the studio.
“worse, we'll just get fired by our companies!” you laughed some more before the director announced you needed to get back to work, making you two sigh in unison dramatically.
the photoshoot ended way too soon, it had been a while since you had so much fun working. no one told you modelling could be this exhilarating before.
as it was time for you two to leave the set you rushed to Wonyoung, having forgotten to ask for her number.
“wait. wait. WAIT.” you exclaimed, slightly out of breath as she turned around, happily surprised after seeing you standing there.
“hm, what happened?” she raised a curious eyebrow, that signature sweet smile still dancing across her lips.
“we forgot to exchange NUMBERS.” you finally explained, smiling brightly at the stupidity of the situation. Wonyoung's eyes widened and she smacked her forehead, she then shook her head in disappointment.
“can't believe we forgot this...”
“i guess our conversations were too interesting... but that's beside the point! we still need to exchange numbers.” Wonyoung nodded and you both exchanged numbers. you both looked at each other, grinning like mischievous fools that were more than happy to talk to each other.
“let's text each other when we get home okay?” Wonyoung's voice was soft as you both shared a hug before going your own ways, happy to have gotten the chance to meet each other.
note.2. uh, yeah this sucks. it's from 2/3 years ago, but i'm emptying my drafts lol.
