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blair waldorf x stoner fem reader x nate archibald 🩷

Blair Waldorf, ever the picture of poise and elegance, watches you with a smirk, her eyes narrowing slightly as you lean back into the plush chair, the haze of your high still settling around you. You and Nate Archibald, standing nearby, share a knowing glance. Nate’s charm is usually smooth and easy, but right now, his attention is drawn to you as your fingers idly play with a strand of your hair.

“Are you… actually high?” Blair asks, a hint of disbelief laced in her voice. “On a school night?”

You lazily blink up at her, then glance at Nate for reassurance. He gives a slight shrug, a knowing look that suggests he’s been around you long enough to not be shocked by this.

“Maybe,” you answer slowly, as if weighing the word. “But… everything just feels better, y’know?”

Nate chuckles, stepping closer to you. “I told you she’d be like this, Blair.” He ruffles your hair affectionately, though his touch is gentle, like he’s trying to keep things light.

Blair, however, isn’t amused. “I’m sure it feels better, but that doesn’t make it any less reckless.” She crosses her arms, clearly not happy with the idea of anyone, especially you, acting so carefree with things that she holds so tightly to—control, structure, perfection.

But you, always the contradiction, lean back further into Nate’s side, letting the warmth of his presence settle you. “It’s all good,” you say, your voice airy. “Everything’s good when you’re with Nate.”

Nate looks at you fondly, half-smiling, though there’s a playful challenge in his eyes. “What about when you’re with Blair, huh? Shouldn’t that be enough to make you feel good, too?”

Blair shakes her head, but there’s an undeniable flicker of affection in her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she mutters, half-smiling despite herself.

You glance between them, your smile wide and content, knowing you’ve somehow brought them both to a point of agreement—at least for now.

eliana Kalogera, x femreader x Noah

"Unspoken Confessions"

It’s a cozy evening at Eliana's apartment. The three of you, Eliana, Noah, and you, are lounging on the couch after a night out. The air is thick with the comfortable silence that comes from being around people you trust. The dim lights, soft music playing in the background, and the warmth from the fireplace set the perfect mood.

Noah, ever the tease, is sprawled across the other end of the couch, half-smirking as he catches you glancing at Eliana. Eliana, always a little mysterious, sits close to you, her shoulder brushing against yours, sending a thrill through you.

"You’re acting a little... distracted," Noah says with a grin, catching you in the act of looking at Eliana. His voice is playful, but there's a glint in his eyes that suggests he’s sensing something more.

Eliana raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything, her lips curling into a subtle smile. She leans in just a little, so close you can smell her perfume—a mix of jasmine and something sweet. "Careful, Noah," she teases, her voice low and velvety. "You might not want to encourage them."

Noah chuckles, his gaze flicking between you two. “I’m just saying, I think the tension is palpable.”

You bite your lip, trying to hide the blush creeping up your neck. The playful banter and flirtation have been building all night, and now it feels like the air around you is crackling.

Eliana’s fingers brush against yours, almost accidentally, but you both know it’s not. Her touch lingers for just a moment longer than necessary, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “What do you think?” she asks softly, her voice nearly a whisper, though her eyes are full of daring curiosity.

You take a deep breath, heart pounding. This feels different, somehow. More intimate. More… real. The space between you two shrinks as Eliana shifts closer, her lips dangerously close to your ear.

Noah watches intently, amusement dancing in his eyes as he takes a sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving the two of you. He’s not intervening yet, letting this moment play out, clearly enjoying the little game.

Finally, Eliana tilts her head, her lips brushing lightly against your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. “You know,” she murmurs, her words wrapping around you like a spell, “there are ways to make all this tension go away…”

You can't help but let out a soft laugh, though it’s mixed with a breathless exhale. "What do you mean?"

Eliana’s fingers gently trace the back of your hand, her touch both delicate and possessive. "I think you know exactly what I mean."

Noah shifts closer too, his playful smirk replaced by something more intense, as if he's waiting for something to unfold. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken words and electric anticipation.