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.
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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Off Limits (poly Non-Judging Breakfast Club x gn reader)
Summary: your partners aren't too thrilled when Vanessa gets you alone at a party you're attending
Warnings: Vanessa is a little obsessed with the reader (and plots to break them up with their partners to be with them), the reader briefly smokes a cigarette, they/them pronouns used to refer to the reader in a gender neutral manner, jealousy/slightly possessive behavior, suggestive stuff at the end
A/N: this was a request for a jealous njbc that kind of got off track and spiraled into something else so that's why I'm not responding to the ask with this lmao, I plan on writing something different for that
Everyone in the Upper East Side knew who you belonged to, from the prep school kids to their parents to the tabloids. Even Gossip Girl herself posted the occasional blast about catching you in the arms of one of your many lovers, something the drama-hungry scavengers of the city greedily ate up as though it were their last meal.
Most people knew better than to mess with you because of this, not wanting to deal with the wrath of your partners by making you upset, even if it was by accident. Anyone who did would immediately find themselves in hot water with no one to help fish them out.
Of course, Vanessa Abrams was not most people. She was from Brooklyn. She was edgy, she was cool, she was the manic pixie dream girl from hell who could be either your sweet dream or your worst nightmare. Or something like that. It seemed as though that's how she saw herself, at least.
Obviously you'd be willing to make an exception for her, right? I mean, Blair definitely hated her, and Chuck automatically disliked anyone Blair did out of principle, and she did kind of go out with Nate at one point, but still. At least Serena was somewhat friendly, and that had to stand for something.
Plus, you were good friends with Dan, even though your partners weren't all too thrilled about it. She didn't know for sure that you'd fooled around with him, but there was always a slight chance of that happening, and if it could happen with him then maybe it could happen with her, too.
Was she obsessed with you? No, of course not... Okay, maybe a little. You were certainly much nicer than anyone else on the Upper East Side, even with the slight bit of snark you always portrayed whenever you had to be around someone you didn't like. Still, it was better than nothing.
She figured the best way to spend some time with you would be at some kind of fancy event the Upper East Side was famous for throwing, where hopefully your partners would be distracted long enough for her to get you alone. Dan was obviously invited as your best friend, which meant she felt like it was okay for her to tag along. (It was not.)
"Dan, it's so great to see you!" She heard your cheerful voice ring out the moment they'd stepped inside, you pulling him in for a warm and friendly hug before turning your attention to her. "Oh, I didn't know you'd be bringing Vanessa."
You seemed a bit apprehensive at her presence, but that was probably just because you knew the trouble it would stir up by her being there. Dan looked nervous for the same reason.
"Uh, yeah. I mentioned it earlier and she said that she wanted to come so I figured what's the harm, right?" He let out an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of his neck, fully aware that bringing her might not have been his best decision.
"Well, I have to go check on a few things, but it was so nice seeing you both. Enjoy yourselves, okay?" You gave the two a bright smile before disappearing off into the crowd of people.
"I'm gonna go get us a drink. Stay here and don't get into any trouble," Dan said a moment or so later, leaving her by herself. That was fine, as she didn't expect him to stay with her for very long. Now all she needed to do was find you again.
Vanessa searched the sea of people, spotting you over by one of the tables with Blair and Dan. The brunette had her arm linked with yours, a subtle reminder to everyone there you were already taken. Blair glanced over in Vanessa's direction, her eyes narrowing as they caught the sight of her. It appeared as though Queen B wasn't too happy to see her.
That was fine, everything was fine, Vanessa quietly reassured herself as she looked away, trying to make it seem like she wasn't staring just now. She'd just have to catch up with you a little later when you were alone.
Dan returned after another moment or so with their drinks, handing her a glass as he surveyed the people there. "I swear I was just talking with a guy who's new car cost more money upfront than it would be to put a down payment on a house," he mused with a shake of his head.
She merely shrugged and took a sip of her cocktail before replying. "Welcome to the Upper East Side."
No sooner had she said that did Serena appear with Nate. "Hey, Dan! Blair told us you were here," the blonde greeted, seeming just as bubbly as she usually did (though the alcohol that was certainly in her system probably helped with that).
"Yeah, we showed up a few minutes ago," he explained while Vanessa just sort of stood there awkwardly, averting her gaze as she tried to avoid making direct eye contact with Nate. You know, her ex.
"I was surprised to see you here. I didn't think you liked these kind of events, Vanessa," Nate spoke up suddenly, causing her face to heat up as she realized they must've known she wasn't just there to socialize.
"I just thought I'd try to get out of my comfort zone a little," she lied while doing her best to keep it cool, not wanting to seem nervous. Despite that, Nate could clearly see right through her facade, even if Serena couldn't.
"Well, I hope you have fun," Serena replied with another cheery grin before tugging her boyfriend away from them, most likely off to either make out or get another drink.
Vanessa excused herself to go to the bathroom shortly after, needing some fresh air. God, she had to get a grip. There's no way her plan of seducing you would work properly if she kept stressing herself out over it.
She was fixing her hair in the mirror when the sound of voices began to carry from down the nearby hall, which prompted her to hide in one of the stalls so she could eavesdrop in on the conversation.
"I'm telling you, she's not just here because she wants to 'socialize'," the voice of Blair spoke, her heels clacking furiously against the marble flooring as she entered the bathroom. "She's here for a reason, and I'm going to find out what it is."
"Okay, B, don't you think that maybe you're being a little bit paranoid?" Serena's voice said next, her walking sounding much more relaxed and at ease compared to the brunette that came in before her. "Maybe she really just does want to have some fun here, did you ever think about that?"
Blair scoffed at the suggestion. "If she wants to have fun, she can do it in her own city, away from here. Brooklyn is much more her speed, anyway." It was quiet for a moment, as if she was trying to either collect her thoughts or check how she looked in the mirror, most likely both. "Besides, she's been staring all night. At us. That's not just for no reason, I'm certain of it."
"Okay, why don't you take a deep breath and try to relax, alright? Let's get you another drink, maybe that'll help you calm down some," Serena said while attempting to keep her best friend/girlfriend reigned in. "Come on, I'll go with you."
The other woman responded with a grumble of "fine" before allowing herself to be led out of the bathroom, the sound of their retreating footsteps like music to Vanessa's ears. She couldn't stay much longer, she knew that much. Not when they were already starting to catch onto her plan so soon.
Once she was certain they were really gone, she exited the stall and left the bathroom, hoping her disappearance hadn't been noticed as that would only add onto their suspicions. She thought she was in the clear to slip back into the party where she could act as if she'd been there all along when she bumped into someone, quite literally.
"Oh- excuse me," she apologized, her green eyes widening the moment she noticed that it was you.
"No worries!" You simply laughed it off, the appearance of your dazzling pearly whites sending a shiver down her spine, in a good way. "I was just about to head out onto one of the balconies for a cigarette break, perhaps you'd like to join me?"
Her heart stuttered in her chest at that. You wanted to be alone with her? On the balcony, of all places? That could only mean one of two things: you were either going to kiss her, or attempt to push her off. Still, it was a risk she was willing to take.
"Y- Yeah, sure! I'd love to," she replied with a grin of her own, quickly following after you out onto one of the many balconies there. Maybe things would work out tonight after all.
Unbeknownst to her, however, Georgina Sparks of all people happened to be watching the whole thing from a distance. If there was one thing that girl loved, it was stirring up trouble, and what better way to do it than by telling the four people who practically ran the Upper East Side that their precious little darling had slipped away with one of their biggest enemies?
"Hello Blair, Chuck," she purred out when approaching them, a Chesire cat-like grin on her face.
Both of them had visibly displeased looks on their faces at her sudden appearance. "Don't you have anyone else you can bother?" Blair grumbled with an eye roll.
Georgina just ignored her. "Where's Nate and Serena? They should be present to hear this, too."
"Hear what?" The Golden Boy himself questioned while approaching, Serena clinging onto him as they made their way over. She was already tipsy, by the looks of it. Big surprise there.
"Well, it's really none of my business-" she began in an innocent tone, purposely acting coy just to irritate them further. "-but I would've thought the four of you would want to pay better attention to your shared pet."
That certainly got their attention, as they knew full well she was referring to you. A shared look passed between them before Chuck spoke up. "What are you talking about?" He demanded, already not liking where this was going.
Georgina, on the other hand, was thrilled by how on edge they were already. "I mean, hanging out with the Humphreys is one thing, but Vanessa Abrams of all people? I thought you had them on a tighter leash than that."
Their reaction was exactly what she hoped it would be. Chuck's jaw was clenched so tightly he looked ready to crack a tooth, Nate's brow was furrowed in confusion, and Serena's jaw was dropped in disbelief. The only one who didn't seem entirely shocked by this new information was Blair, whose eyes were narrowed in the oncomings of rage.
"I knew we couldn't trust her," she hissed out, giving Serena a pointed look that had the blonde shutting her mouth instantly. "Where are they?" She demanded while turning her attention back towards Georgina, who looked far too pleased at their anger.
"Probably still out on the balcony where I saw them disappear off to a moment ago," she stated with a shrug, picking up a drink from off a nearby waiter's tray and taking a sip.
That worried the four more than anything else. Vanessa could be fairly crafty when she wanted to be, and you were far too nice to realize when someone was trying to use you.
Meanwhile, you were indeed still out on the balcony just like Georgina had said, casually smoking a cigarette while Vanessa debated just how to move the topic of conversation away from small talk and towards "Would you like to have sex with me?"
"So-" she began before cutting herself off, not quite sure what exactly she'd planned to say after that. Before she could try to speak again, however, you beat her to it.
"I'm glad Dan has you as a friend," you said sincerely, glancing over at her while you spoke. "I mean, sure, he's friends with me, but it's good that there's someone in his life who isn't from the Upper East Side that he can relate to."
That was probably one of the last things she expected you to say, but it was pretty on brand for you so she decided to just roll with it. "R- Right, I definitely agree with you there." God, why couldn't she get a grip and stop being so nervous?
It probably had something to do with how she knew at any given moment your partners could burst out onto the balcony and snatch you away from her again. She was a bit surprised it hadn't been done already, in all honesty.
"You know, I think you two would make a really cute couple," you added while tilting your head slightly in her direction, carefully making sure to blow out the smoke from your cigarette away from her. You were always so considerate like that, but your words made her brow furrow a bit in confusion.
Did you really think they'd make a cute couple, her and Dan? Or were you just trying to be nice? Or were you somehow aware of the massive crush she had on you, and this was your way of trying to let her down easy?
"Actually-" she began hesitantly, knowing if she was going to try to win you over it would be now or never. Of course it was just then that the doors to the balcony opened, revealing Nate of all people.
"Hey," he greeted with a sort of strained politeness that immediately let her know she'd been found out. Crap. "Blair's looking for you." It was a thinly veiled way of him saying "she's about to blow her top if you're not in her presence without the next five minutes".
Judging from the look on your face, you seemed a bit concerned but not surprised as you put out your cigarette on the railing, clearly used to this happening. "It was nice seeing you, Vanessa. Think about what I said with you and Dan," you politely bid her farewell as Nate led you back inside.
"Spotted: Vanessa Abrams seen alone out on the balcony with a toy that already belongs to the Upper East Side's most elite. Haven't you heard, V? They won their prize fair and square, and they don't intend on sharing anytime soon. If it's company that you're after, perhaps Lonely Boy would be a much better suited companion. At least he doesn't have a pack of vicious bloodhounds sniffing after him wherever he goes. Maybe next time you'll think twice about going after someone who's clearly off limits, to you and everyone else. If the object of your attraction wouldn't be shared with their fellow socialites, what makes you think a nobody from Brooklyn would ever have a chance? Just something to think about once you're officially excommunicated from the Manhattan crowd, which is bound to happen any time now from the looks of it. You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl."
Vanessa knew she'd never get another opportunity to be alone with you like she had, especially after the most recent blast put out by Gossip Girl. None of your partners seemed intent on leaving your side from that point on, one of them always having an arm wrapped protectively around your waist whenever she saw you together, just like Nate had when he took you back into the party and away from her.
She didn't miss the hushed whispers and judgmental glances thrown her way by the other party goers, no doubt questioning the audacity she must've had in thinking she'd somehow manage to snatch you up just by getting you alone. Even Dan looked uncomfortable, not even bothering to say goodbye to you when he left. It was all her fault, and she knew it.
The last thing she saw of you before she left the party was your flustered expression from the many kisses being placed on your neck by Serena, Chuck's hand resting on the small of your back as Nate and Blair also stood close by. Despite being "off limits" as Gossip Girl had said, she really did think she'd somehow be special enough to be an exception to that rule. She wasn't, and if anything only caused it to be enforced even more.
Once again, she'd lost, but was that really a surprise? You certainly didn't think so, and while part of you felt bad for her you also thought she should've known better than to go after you of all people when literally anyone else was up for grabs.
Next time you invited Dan to a party, you'd have to specify that plus ones weren't allowed. You already had enough drama in your life without someone else adding onto it just because they had a little crush on you.
Right now, however, that wasn't your biggest concern as you were far too focused on the after party your partners were clearing intent on having in the limo on the way home. Safe to say your neck was going to be covered in hickeys and your legs were going to be shaking from aftershocks of pleasure by the time they were through with you.
End notes: sorry for the slight vanessa bashing I couldn't help myself (and if some of the descriptions of her made you cringe then good because that's the point lmao)
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Can you write “which one of you idiots is warming their icy little feet on me?! you need to get that checked!” for poly Non-Judging Breakfast Club with gn reader? And for the dynamics, would be adorable if the reader is an absolute gentleman/gentlewoman with the girls and a lovely pain in the ass with the guys.
Cuddling Chaos || poly! Non-Judging Breakfast Club x gn! reader
Summary: your mornings are never exactly quiet given who your partners are
Warnings/contains: domestic fluff, mild swearing, mentions of eating/food in terms of breakfast and such, playful banter
Prompt list used can be found here
Beginning notes: I certainly can!! thanks so much for the poly njbc ask btw, they're some of my favorite to write for 🥺💞 (also for those who were wondering it was still colder when this ask was initially sent in so that's why this is set somewhere around that time. sorry anon for making you wait so long for this, I hope you enjoy it regardless <3)
Winter (and even early spring) was always bound to be cold in New York, especially in the early mornings, which is why you were so thankful you had four other people to share a bed with in order to keep you warm. There were, however, a few setbacks.
"Alright, which one of you idiots is warming your icy little feet on me?" You questioned while wiggling around in the spot you'd taken the night before, laying curled up somewhere in the center of the bed. "Seriously, you need to get that checked."
You could hear someone- probably Chuck, knowing him -let out a snort of laughter at your words from nearby, followed by the rustling of sheets as someone moved on the other side of you.
"Ah, that'd be me. Sorry," came Nate's apologetic response as he pulled his feet away from you and moved them back over to his side of the bed. "I thought you were Serena. Usually she doesn't mind if I warm my feet on her, which is why they were there in the first place."
"Well, you should check who you're warming yourself on next time," you grumbled lightly in response, giving his side of the blanket a firm tug to emphasize your point.
"Hey!" He lightly exclaimed while immediately tugging it back over him in hopes of blocking out any more of the cold air from hitting his body. A soft giggle came from a lump under the blankets somewhere between you and him, the golden head of hair sticking out near the pillow indicating it was Serena.
"Can you two shut up? Some of us are trying to get some beauty sleep," the frustrated voice of Blair spoke on your other side. Clearly she'd woken up at some point during the ruckus you were causing, something you hadn't yet realized due to the sleep mask still covering her eyes.
"Sorry, B. We'll try to keep it down," you gently murmured while reaching your hand over to affectionately run your fingers through her hair, something she responded to by letting out a sigh of content as she rolled over to cuddle up closer to you.
"What about me? Don't I get pat on the head or two?" Chuck asked in a deceivingly innocent voice, to which you simply reached over and gave the side of his head a playful shove.
"No, you don't, because you're a nuisance. Now shut up, B's trying to get some sleep."
He let out a grunt of displeasure at the action but shut his mouth regardless, the room falling silent. Until-
"Who the hell is using my legs as a natural heat source again?" You demanded while wiggling around under the covers in an attempt to get away from the unidentified pair of feet, adding in a warning tone, "I swear to God I'm going to push whoever it is out of the bed."
That's when Serena's face suddenly popped out from underneath the covers. "I think it was me," she said while quickly retracting her feet and moving to lay with her head on your shoulder so she could stare up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I thought you might've been B." The brunette in question let out an indignant huff at that but remained quiet otherwise. "Please don't push me out of the bed."
"Aw, sweetheart, of course not," you cooed sweetly as your fingers began to gently comb through her hair, slowly beginning to untangle the knots she had. "I only said that because I thought it was Chuck who was doing it."
You heard an indignant scoff from the other side of Blair that would have no doubt led to a slew of protests had it not been followed by a soft grunt of pain. You were pretty sure that signified she hit him on the abdomen in order to get him to be quiet so she could try to go back to sleep.
"I'm glad you're not kicking me out of the bed, otherwise I'd have to use my powers of persuasion to convince you otherwise," Serena continued in a suggestive purr before flopping on top of you and peppering your face with sleepy kisses. This created a chain reaction that resulting in Nate sighing in resignation as the blanket was yanked from off him yet again, Blair shrieking when Serena landed so that she was laying halfway on top of her, and Chuck snickering at the chaos everyone erupted into.
"Serena, get off!-"
"Please don't kick me off the bed, I'll be so good, I swear by it-"
"Seriously? My blanket, again?-"
"God, I wish I had a camera-"
"Okay, okay, enough," you stated firmly while wriggling out from underneath the blanket-and-person cocoon you were trapped in, popping out successfully at the end of the bed on the other side. "Since we're all officially up now, I'm going downstairs to ask if Dorota will make us some breakfast."
Serena sat up instantly at the mention of food, her hair a visible mess from the way she slept on it. "Ooh, will you bring me back a bowl of raspberries?"
"I'll take some nonfat yogurt," Blair piped up from where she was still curled up under the covers, her sleepmask remaining planted firmly on her face.
"Aw, anything for my gorgeous Sleeping Beauties," you replied warmly before turning to leave. "I'll be back in a minute."
"Hey, what about us?" Nate asked while sitting up some himself, seeming both slightly inconvienced and mildly amused at once.
"You can either wait until Dorota's done, or you can head downstairs yourselves to grab something small until then. The 'Prince Charmings' are perfectly capable of doing things for themselves," you called back over your shoulder.
The noise of light squabbling could be heard even as you made your way down the hall and to the top of the stairs, Chuck remarking that Serena's hair looked like a disheveled bird's nest and her retaliating by throwing a pillow at his face. Things were certainly never dull around them, that was certain.
You returned to the bedroom a few minutes later after grabbing a pre-breakfast snack for the girls to find Blair still trying to get a couple extra minutes of sleep, except now she was on the other side of Nate and laying pressed against him, almost as though she was using him as a makeshift wall between her and your other two partners. The Golden Boy himself was merely observing as Serena and Chuck play fought by lightly smacking each other with the throw pillows, the two tittering with laughter as they did so.
"Will you two idiots cut it out?" Blair suddenly snapped as she ripped the sleepmask off her face and scowled at the disturbance, though her gaze instantly softened the moment she saw the cup of yogurt in your hands. "Thank you," she grumbled appreciatively, not forgetting her manners despite the grumpiness she felt over getting woken up early.
"Nonfat Greek yogurt for Queen B," you declared while handing her the cup before turning and doing the same with Serena. "And a bowl of raspberries for the resident It Girl of Manhattan."
She let out an excited shriek before tossing the pillow in her hands behind her without a care (it hit Nate in the chest as a result, causing him to let out a quiet "oof" while Chuck guffawed with vibrant glee).
"How come those two get snacks brought to them and we have to get up ourselves?" Nate repeated the same question that he had earlier as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed by where Blair was, Serena laying back to rest her head in your lap as she began to happily munch on the raspberries.
Chuck beat you to answering. "Probably something to do with how chivalry isn't truly dead. Or maybe we just aren't the favorites," he lazily drawled while laying back to rest his head on the other boy's shoulder, seeming unfazed by your refusal to bring them anything back from the kitchen.
"That's not true. I don't play favorites," you insisted even as you began to hand feed Serena the fruit rather than having her do it herself. Blair remained quiet for once, fully invested on eating her yogurt as she began to wake up more fully.
"Oh, yeah? Let me have a raspberry then," Nate playfully demanded while holding his hand out expectantly, something that made Chuck laugh.
Shrugging, you replied with, "Don't ask me, ask her," while pointing to Serena, who was already beginning to sit up and move over towards him.
"If you want it, you'll have to take it from me," she stated with a coy smile as she placed a raspberry between her lips, causing Nate to have to lean forward and place his mouth on hers in order to take it. Chuck let out a low whistle while Blair rolled her eyes endearingly at her partners.
"You're all ridiculous," she muttered while continuing to eat her yogurt, unable to fully hide the fond gaze in her eyes while she spoke.
"Yeah, but you love us anyway," you affectionately teased while reaching over to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the action causing her cheeks to heat up in a barely perceptible blush.
"B, you should share some of your yogurt with us," Serena suddenly stated with a mischievous glint in her eyes, already beginning to crawl over to the other girl's side of the bed.
"Absolutely not. I refuse to partake in whatever kind of foolishness that's being participated in here," Blair replied matter-of-factly, letting out a shriek of surprise when the blonde blindsided her with a kiss before snatching the yogurt from her hands, grinning as she used the spoon to get a scoopful before bringing it up to her mouth.
If Serena was the cat that ate the canary, then Blair was an ornery lapdog that had just gotten its snack taken away. "Serena, give it back-" the brunette demanded while lunging over to her so she could grab the yogurt cup back out of her hands.
Serena screeched in delight as she moved to hide behind Nate (who pulled her closer on instinct), your arms instantly reaching out to catch Blair around the waist before she could tackle the other girl down onto the bed. "Alright, let's not get into a fight so early in the morning."
"Aw, no fair. Catfights are the best," Chuck commented with a sly grin as he lounged back against the pillows next to Serena, his words causing Blair to gag ever so slightly.
"You are seriously disgusting, did you know that?"
Before he could begin to protest, the door opened to reveal Dorota entering while carrying a massive tray full of food. "Breakfast," she cheerfully declared in that thick accent of hers, not doing so much as batting an eye at the obvious mayhem she'd just walked into as she was well used to it by now.
Things seemed to settle down a bit more after that as the five of you began to tuck in to the food that had been brought, Dorota exiting and returning a few moments later with yet another tray covered in extra food and beverages that she set down on the trunk at the foot of the bed.
"Thank you, Dorota," Blair politely acknowledged the housekeeper's actions, followed by a chorus of murmured agreements from the rest of you.
As your partners began to casually chat about their shared plans for the day, all you could think about was just how grateful you were to have the four of them in your life. Even if it was a bit difficult having to share a bed with them at times.
End notes: honestly writing the dynamics was my favorite part of this, if you ever come up with any more ideas for me anon then please don't hesitate to let me know 🫶
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Safe and Protected (poly alpha Non-Judging Breakfast Club x gn omega reader)
Summary: your packmates comfort and take care of you after you get into a fight with another omega
Warnings: a/b/o dynamics (alphas Serena, Blair, Nate, and Chuck/omega reader), hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries due to fighting (I also go into extensive history of a/b/o fighting techniques/backstory that I completely made up on the spot), they/them pronouns used to refer to the reader in a gn manner
A/N: apparently my life has come to me writing a/b/o fanfiction when I'm upset. why does that somehow not surprise me
The members of your pack were spread out across the city when they got the text from Dan saying that they needed to meet him at their shared penthouse ASAP because it was an emergency. Usually they'd just ignore him (it was Dan, after all) but the moment he mentioned you were involved they dropped everything and quickly rushed over.
Blair was naturally the first through the door, followed quickly on her heels by Chuck. As the most protective of the group, it would make sense that they were leading the investigation to figure out what was wrong. Nate and Serena were equally worried but hung back a little, not wanting to rush in right away if they didn't know what was wrong first.
"What's happening? Where are they?" Blair demanded the moment she saw Dan, the smell of distressed omega permeating his clothing. The pack instantly recognized the scent as yours, which only heightened their worry.
"Look, just try to remain calm-" He began, but she was having none of it.
"Do not tell me to calm down right now, Humphrey. I'm not in the mood to take orders from you of all people," she snapped, her nostrils flaring as her eyes narrowed. Chuck rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder when he noticed the way Dan was starting shrink back a little, the omega clearly frightened by such an angry display.
"What she means to say is that we're worried," Nate piped up from behind them, the Golden Boy often reliable when it came to being the voice of reason in situations such as these. "And we want to know what's going on."
Dan nodded his head in understanding, taking a moment or so before speaking again. "They... got into a fight with another omega. One who was making fun of Jenny." He gave up the information rather reluctantly, not quite sure what their reactions would be to finding out something like that.
Safe to say, they were all fairly shocked. Fights between alphas were the most common and fairly brutal, and fights with betas happened only occasionally and had pretty tame results. While fights among omegas weren't completely unheard of, it was still surprising when they took place, especially when one or both of the parties involved ended up seriously hurt.
Omegas typically weren't able to hold their own weight against an alpha or even a beta, but with the even footing of fighting against a fellow omega gave them the advantage point to use something they didn't get to very often: the primal instincts that went with their untapped rage.
That was one of the reasons why alpha and beta fight rings were fairly common but ones with omegas weren't, because when they fought they didn't fight for fun or to assert their dominance or to try to prove something. They fought out of pure fury, and in certain situations it could result in pretty graphic injuries that caused at least one of the people involved to end up needing to be hospitalized.
With taking all of this into consideration, it was really no wonder why Dan had been reluctant to share with them what really happened.
"Who was it?" Serena asked curiously, unable to view such a sweet and good-natured omega like yourself initiating a fight like that.
"I'm not sure. It was someone who use to model for Jenny before she fired them. They've already been taken to the hospital just as a precaution."
All four of the alpha's jaws dropped when hearing that. You sent another omega to the hospital?
"Where are they now?" Blair demanded in reference to you, her instinct to protect growing stronger than ever before.
"Hiding in their nest. They wouldn't let me take them anywhere to get their injuries looked at. They just said they wanted their pack." He led them further into the penthouse somewhat reluctantly, the smell of your distress even stronger than before. It was hanging in the air so thickly, they could practically taste it, and it only got worse the closer they got to your bedroom.
The sound of rustling and faint whimpers could be heard coming from behind the door, giving just a glimpse of the current agony you must've been in. Your packmates hesitated, even Blair looking much less confident than usual. Still, she forced herself to act, carefully turning the knob and opening the door to your room.
The first thing that hit them was the rather potent smell, and they realized from it that you weren't just scared, you were angry, too. Your nest was even more of a mess than usual, and your huddled up form could just barely be seen underneath all the blankets in the dim lighting.
"Sweetheart?" Blair spoke up after a moment or so, carefully approaching the nest so she wouldn't scare you. When you lifted your head up, she could see the cuts and bruises on your face, and judging from what she already heard from Dan she had no doubt the rest of you looked just about the same.
"Blair," you faintly croaked, reaching a hand out to her. She let out a soft gasp at the sight of it; the cuts there were pretty hard to miss.
"Oh my God," Nate muttered somewhere behind her as he caught a glimpse of you. If this is how you looked, they'd hate to see the omega you'd put into the hospital.
"Hey, come here," Blair muttered while getting in the nest with you, not caring if her outfit got dirty or messed up. Right now, you were far more important.
You seemed even more fragile than usual as you curled up beside her, her hands moving to gently cup your face so she could assess the damage done there. "What happened?" She softly asked, the rest of the pack slowly beginning to creep in after her.
"There was another omega who was spreading lies about Jenny," you muttered, your hands shaking slightly due to the leftover adrenaline still coursing through your body. "They- they were saying that they couldn't believe a beta of all people had such a popular fashion line, and that she must've gotten it by sleeping around."
Someone could be heard sucking in a breath of surprise, though you couldn't tell who. It might've been all of them. The things said about Jenny or even betas in general weren't exactly surprising given the nature of the people living on the Upper East Side, but judging from what your reaction had been to it they got the feeling what they said was much worse than that and you were purposely leaving out parts to your story. Still, they didn't want to push.
"My sweet baby," Serena cooed as she moved to join you in the nest. Usually Blair wouldn't be too keen to share, but she couldn't refuse Serena from comforting you when you clearly need it. "You're shaking, poor thing."
"We need to get them cleaned up," Blair announced suddenly, capturing the attention of the other alphas in the room. "Nate, go start running a bath for them. Chuck, I'll need you to carry them in there. Serena, you're going to help me get there nest fixed so it's not a mess anymore. And if Dan's still here, have him make them something to eat."
Your packmates thought it best not to argue with her and each got to work on each of their given tasks. Chuck carefully picked you up off the bed and carried you into the bathroom while Nate ran the water for your bath, Serena and Blair staying behind to fix the mess your nest had been made of when you were upset.
Luckily, the strong pheromones being emitted by your alphas had done their job of keeping you calm and relaxed, so you were pretty complacent during the whole thing, allowing Chuck to help you get undressed for your bath before Nate carefully cleaned off your scrapes and cuts once you were in it.
Blair appeared in the doorway to the bathroom when you were almost done, Serena close behind her. "Go make sure Dan prepared the right thing for them, and if he's still here tell him to leave. We can take over from here," she instructed Chuck and Nate, who both simply nodded and left for the kitchen without another word.
"My poor baby," Serena muttered while kneeling down beside the tub, reaching out to cup your cheeks with her hands. You gladly leaned into her touch, nuzzling into her palms in an affectionate manner. "Nate and Chuck took such good care of you, didn't they?"
"Serena," Blair suddenly spoke, her tone sounding a little stern. "There will be more time to baby them later. Right now, we need to get them out of the tub and dry them off before the water gets cold."
The blonde let out an annoyed huff in response but complied regardless, letting go of your face and getting up off the floor. The two helped you out of the tub and dried you off with big, fluffy towels before getting you dressed in some clean and comfortable clothes.
Dan was already gone by the time you left the bathroom, which was probably for the best with how everyone was being more protective than usual given what had happened, especially Blair. Your injuries hadn't been bad enough to need urgent medical care, but it was obvious from the way you looked you were going to be sore for the next few days.
"How are you feeling? Are you doing okay?" Nate gently asked as you curled up next to him, your packmates surrounding you on all sides as you rested in your now clean nest.
"Yeah," you quietly confirmed, allowing Serena to feed you a little bit of food so you could build your strength back up again.
"You took a hell of a beating," Chuck mused out loud, his hand rubbing your back in a comforting manner while he spoke. "But from what we heard, the other person looked a hell of a lot worse."
"Chuck!" Blair hissed out in a scolding tone, lightly smacking him on the arm. "Don't encourage this kind of behavior! They really could've gotten hurt."
He rolled his eyes while mumbling out a vague "sorry" that didn't make it seem like he was very sorry at all.
You just giggled as you watched the interaction, no longer upset like you were before. They were glad to see that your mood had improved, and each one of them hoped this would be both the first and last time you ever fought with somebody. After all, you were their baby, and they hated to see you get hurt like that.
"I'm tired," you mumbled after finishing your food, letting out a yawn that did nothing but strengthen your case.
"Lay down, baby. We won't go anywhere," Serena said before pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.
At her gentle encouragement, you laid down in your nest and cuddled up with your packmates, getting as comfortable as possible. The warmth of their hold combined with the way their scents filled the air only made you feel drowsier, which aided in helping you quickly drift off to sleep, safe and protected in your alphas' arms.
End notes: I loved writing this and have absolutely no regrets
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i love ur njbc gossip girl fics sm 🫶🫶 are you planning to do more??
Omg thanks a bunch!! 🥰🥰 I absolutely plan on doing more, I just don't currently have any requests for them and I'm a little stuck when it comes to ideas </3 but if you manage to think of something you're welcome to send it in!
Hello, could you do “which one of you idiots is warming their icy little feet on me?! you need to get that checked!” from the poly prompts with the reader and non judging breakfast club pls?
I actually just posted this exact fic! You can find it here <3
