#Gossip Girl AU

[pamperedollie]

XOXO. જ⁀➴

A GOSSIP

‎‎ ‎‎GIRL AU

. ۫ ꣑ৎ you've gone your whole life hating the spotlight, but soon find yourself enveloped in it

summary. a scandalous gossip girl-inspired au where you—an aspiring fashion designer is caught in the chaos high society, stumbling into a dangerously irreristible love triangle between the wealthy & powerful vanderbilt brothers, all under the eyes of gossip girl …

tropes. love triangle, fake dating, forced proximity, social media, poc reader

characters

☆ GGAU!READER

☆ drew vanderbilt

☆ harris vanderbilt

☆ ryan bennett

☆ lila vanderbilt

☆ alexa esparza

☆ evan ortiga

☆ damson sinclair

☆ taylor beaufort

chapters

one

two

layout ib by musegyra

[sarccaios]

blair waldorf: carrd.| only elegant aesthetic.

like/reblog if you save. @sarccaios

[lsleofthelost]

XOXO, gossip girl

prologue

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a/n: surprise, the origins of GG are earlier than expected! i am trying to make all the dates (including years) to make sense and be as accurate as I can. this is the batch up to parent's day in D1 and there will be more of those earlier tweets and scandals teehee

[strideofpride]

idk if you've seen wicked but someone said elphaba was enjoying her rivalry with glinda and even smiled when glinda made fun of her for being green bc it was about jealousy and glinda being spoiled and unhinged instead of looking down at her for once and that gave me such dair vibes 🥺 like dan broke up with serena just for being slightly awkward about the wealth difference but he would be fond asf happy to let blair call him broke all day because he knew that blair didn't actually care and their rivalry was weirdly a show of mutual respect

anon, your brain!! dair/gelphie parallels are sooooo good. (something something the inherent horniness of having a rival) dan/elphaba parallels of having a younger sister you feel you have to protect and being the school outcast but also the brightest of them all. blair/glinda parallels of being queen b and dating the heartthrob of the school for clout and wanting to be a powerful woman even when no one else believes in you (although dan/elphaba does!!) elphaba would totally help glinda escape from her wedding to fiyero if she asked. dan and blair would sing about how much they loath each other in a sexually charged manner.

[myriadparacosm]

When I tell you that I want to dedicate my life to a Gossip Girl AU Marauders, I mean that I will not sleep or stop thinking about high-school drama made by elite children, all queer, and most of all Pandora ADOPTED by Remus' family just so I can pull out Remus & Pandora's sibling dynamic and she will PESTER Remus to go out with Sirius - his life-long crush.

Their room are connected but from the ceiling so Pandora can literally drop on Remus' bed and she used to scare the shit out of him as children by staring at him from the top of the stairs/ladder that connects them.

[lesrevesdeprovence]

"One day, we will vanish. New Guardians and new stars will come. But you, Sailor Moon, you will forever be immortal. You will be the most beautiful star shining in the sky for eternity."

[leclerking]

came across an f1 gossip girl au and NAUUOO THOTS ARE BEING THUNKKK

Gossip Grand Prix

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★ credit if reused or reposted ! pls do not steal !

[friedclairsalad]

Empire of Secrets

(nate archibald)

Welcome to the Upper East Side, where secrets are worth more than diamonds and betrayal is practically a sport. Claire Sutton may think she’s winning with Nate Archibald, but spoiler alert:

Blair isn’t done with him, and Serena? Well, she’s about to remind everyone how to steal the show without breaking a sweat. Jenny’s trying to play queen, but she���s still the pawn in someone else’s game. And Dan? The outsider who’s too moral for all of this is about to get his hands very dirty.

Everyone’s got a secret they’ll kill to protect, and trust me, no one’s leaving this game without a few scars. Power plays, stolen hearts, and a whole lot of backstabbing. Think you know who’s in control? You’re wrong. Everyone’s fighting for the crown, but not everyone will survive the fall.

Tick-tock, darling. It’s almost time for the fireworks—and the scorched earth that’ll follow. You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl.

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hello ladys and gentlemen,

this is my gossip girl story with nate archibald as the love interest as in:

charcter x nate archibald

but i'll use my character claire sutton as one of the main characters, hope you don't mind.

enough of me i'l let gossip girl take over in the chapter (it's a character introduction o.O)

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[stereotypicalswiftie]

SNEAK PEEK TIME 🥳

Ik I just put out chapter 6 but 7 is already done, just waiting on beta readers :)

So glad I finally get to write rosekiller

The Lucky ones (xoxo) - a marauders gossip girl au

[emilyskinners]

gossip girl starstruck (2010) au..... and the immediate ships i'm thinking of that can fit christopher and jessica: natessa, dair, blairnessa, and date

are you getting my vision? are you seeing what i'm seeing?

[pamperedollie]

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XOXO. જ⁀➴ ONE

. ۫ ꣑ৎ "you look great,"

summary. your mother’s high-society dinner party pulls you into the orbit of the vanderbilt siblings—a tense exchange with drew, an electrifying moment with harris, and a night that takes an unexpected, chaotic turn.

word count. 3.9k

warnings. underage drinking, cheating, language

You trudge into your bedroom, dragging your feet beneath you as your legs burn like fire. Your brain feels foggy, and all you want to do is close your eyes. You flop onto your bed and sigh. You don’t miss this feeling—you hate it, in fact. Today was your first day back at your internship after being on vacation, and you’re now weeks behind on your work. You stayed four hours late today just to catch up.

“Honey, could you help me in here?” your mom calls out from the living room, her voice in a sing-song tone. Could she have chosen a worse time? You feel your soft mattress sinking beneath you, but you force yourself up, trudging toward the door with the weight of the day dragging you down.

As you pass through the kitchen, the conflicting sweet aroma of rich vanilla and the smoky scent of the grill surprisingly pair together nicely, instilling you with a slight sense of calm. All you want is to sit still and enjoy it. But instead, you drag yourself into the living room.

“Why do you always insist on doing these things yourself? You’ll end up hurting yourself again,” you mutter, the words slipping out before you can stop them. You already begin to regret it as your mom turns to glare at you. She’s holding one of her signature curated art pieces—one she only brings out for these dinner parties. She says it “sparks conversation.”

“We’ve been through this! Your father helps cook dinner, and I fix up the house,” she adds, adjusting the frame. “I really don’t even do that much anyway…”

You can’t help but laugh, looking around the penthouse. You observe the meticulously arranged dinner table, the balcony doors slightly ajar letting in a breeze that feels almost intentional. Your father is directing a small army of dessert and dinner caterers around the kitchen, and floral arrangements adorn every corner of the home. You sigh. “Sure, Mom. Whatever you say!”

It may not sound like a typical dinner party, but your mom takes these events very seriously. These so-called dinner parties rarely have a guest list under one hundred people; they are extravagant affairs where the rich and elite fight tooth and nail for the juiciest gossip and the chance to one-up each other with tales of their latest business ventures and lavish vacations. You loathe every second of it and would just stay in your room the entire time if it weren’t for your parents.

But it isn’t all bad.

There’s one frequent guest you can tolerate—barely—Ryan Bennett. She was born into a family of doctors and therapists and raised only by her father. In a world of superficial people, she’s genuinely sweet—the most authentic person you know in a never-ending sea of snakes. She’s mature, which suits her since her father is a behavioral therapist, and she hopes to follow in his footsteps. Ryan is the kind of girl you wish you could be more like—a diamond in a sea of pearls. Although she does have her flaws...

Ryan is impossible to keep up with when it comes to relationships. Once one ends, it’s on to the next. Now, this would be fine if her taste wasn’t exclusively in older men—college students, CEOs; it didn’t matter. As soon as she turned eighteen, she tossed aside anyone her age. 

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Time slips through your fingers as you sit at your vanity, staring at your reflection for hours, covering every blemish and pimple, applying just enough blush until it looks like you’ve just come back from a romantic walk in the snow. Your dress of choice is gold; it covers you down to your feet and hugs your figure like a glove. Its silk drapes elegantly at your chest. You carefully brush each section of your hair, rolling each strand into perfect curls. The tension in your shoulders aches, but what can you say? You love a flawless blowout.

KNOCK KNOCK

With rollers still clinging to your head and your setting powder baking under your eyes, you freeze, your heart skipping a beat. Your parents aren’t knockers; they’re more of the “coming in!” types, barging in without a second thought. But it’s only six; the party hasn’t even started. Panic fills your entire body from head to toe.

“Who is it?” you ask, holding your breath.

“Me, dummy!” a familiar voice calls from the other side of the door. You release a deep sigh of relief and shuffle to the door.

Ryan steps inside, plopping down onto your bed like it’s her own. She looks you up and down. “The invitation said formal wear clubbing,” she jokes, raising an eyebrow as she assesses your outfit.

You glance her up and down as she smooths the hem of her glittery black mini dress. Her stilettos click as she crosses her legs. “Okay…” you tease, eyeing her from head to toe.

“What?” she giggles, unbothered. “I heard the Vanderbilts are coming.”

You laugh, leaning back against your chair. “You going after the dad next?” you remark, knowing full well where this conversation is headed.

“Oh, not yet,” she yawns, stretching her limbs as if she’s just getting started. “I’m saving him until I’m twenty-five and he’s in the middle of a midlife crisis.” You can’t help but laugh at how nonchalantly she says it

“Then who?” you question, leaning back a little more.

“Harris, the oldest,” she replies without hesitation, a gleam in her eyes.

You gasp. Harris? The model child of the Vanderbilt family? Currently studying law at Yale? He’s back?

“Yes, he’s back, staying till winter’s over,” she adds, almost as if she could read your mind—and casually at that. You’re not surprised Ryan would know all this; she’s almost always the first to know when it comes to this stuff. Ryan’s a silent observer of the world around her, and it’s kind of charming how perceptive she is.

A short while later, you get up from your vanity and fall back onto the bed, the weight of it all sinking in. “I’m so tired of it all, Ryan,” you admit without thinking.

She shifts on the bed to face you, looking… concerned. “What’s up?” she asks.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should burden her with the mess that is your life and ruin the mood. But Ryan’s always been the one you could talk to about this stuff; she’s never not been there for you.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N,” she reassures you, smiling softly.

You can’t hold it in anymore. “Well, there’s the internship… I feel like I’m invisible. My boss doesn’t recognize me for anything.” You exhale sharply, looking up, trying to stop the tears from bubbling in your eyes. “Then school—God, I’ve been so worked up from the stress of my internship that I’ve forgotten what’s going on in any of my classes.” You can feel the frustration and exhaustion release from your body.

Ryan’s eyes soften. “Listen, Y/N, this is gonna sound so shitty, but hear me out,” her voice lowers, quieter now. “You’re too humble for your own good. You’re ashamed of your privilege, trying your hardest to get by without it, but—” she laughs, “You have the opportunity to forget about school and really take on fashion fully—but you’d rather try to juggle the two? Trust me when I say so many girls would kill to have something to fall back on if school doesn’t go well.” The weight of her words hits you hard.

You’ve spent so much time hating your wealth and power, wishing it away, but now, in the quiet of your room, you realize how fucking stupid that is.

“I hate how right you are sometimes,” you admit.

You and Ryan finish the final touches of your hair and makeup and head outside the room. The space is crowded, the sounds of expensive chatter and clinking glasses ringing in your ears. You take in the sea of faces you know all too well.

Businessmen who can’t separate work from play, the silver-spooned socialites, trophy wives, and burnout trust-fund kids—including… the worst of them all.

Alexa Esparza, heiress to her family’s billion-dollar hotel chain, and an absolute snake. Then Evan Ortigas, the burnout skater who thinks rolling out of bed qualifies as getting ready. His father owns a massive production company, so Evan never really had to try at life. Damson Sinclair, probably the most genuine out of all of them—he was just so annoyingly rich, his family founded the largest tech company in the world. Surprisingly, Damson never fell back on his wealth; he’s actually a straight-A student and an amazing coder. He’s just shitty by association. Then worst of all, Drew Vanderbilt. The Vanderbilts were all lawyers—like literally every Vanderbilt—hence why they’re such assholes. Drew is the walking embodiment of privilege and arrogance.

All they really did was gossip, party, and… nope, that’s it.

You’ve seen it all before—their reckless antics at almost every event. They’d get high and/or drunk and act like they own the world, making absolute fools of themselves. Once, you caught Evan HOOKING UP in YOUR ROOM. What really gets under your skin most of all is the fact that they thrive on the attention, live for it, really.

Gossip Girl eats this up—the blog that tracks every scandal and ridiculous moment of their lives. You’re proud to say you’ve never made an appearance on the blog, and you intend to keep it that way.

You shuffle around the room, exchanging shallow, substanceless small talk with the guests, swarmed with empty chatter. You can feel your exhaustion creeping back in. All you want is to get away, to breathe for just a moment.

You slip away to the balcony, but of course, Evan is there waiting for you—the burnout, stoner, and skater who thinks he’s God’s gift to everyone. “You look pretty,” his eyes scanning you like a piece of meat.

You sigh. “Save it for your girlfriend, Evan.” You brush him aside, but he doesn’t falter, grabbing your arm before you can get away. “Can’t I give a compliment?” he asks, flashing a predatory smile.

You snatch your arm back, repulsed. “Not when your girlfriend is in there sitting alone. You’re such an asshole.” His smug expression fades, and he backs off, returning to the party.

Just as you start to find solace in the bustling space, a voice breaks the silence. You turn to see Drew Vanderbilt, all 6’2” of him.

Great…

As he walks toward the edge of the balcony, you notice he’s on the phone. “Are you fucking serious? Dad’s waiting on you, and so is Lila. You can’t just put that on me!” His voice is sharp and strained, and he gives you a polite nod, barely acknowledging your existence before returning to his argument.

“Could you just leave your work behind for one night and be with your family?” His voice rises, making you feel like an intruder on something personal.

You stand frozen for a moment, hearing him argue into his phone, his brow furrowed and jaw tight. For the first time, you feel a flicker of empathy for Drew Vanderbilt—but then you immediately withdraw it. Taking a deep breath, you know it’s time to exit the situation.

You step back into the party, the heat of the room overwhelming from the sheer number of people. You grab a cold glass of champagne from a passing waiter, the bubbles tickling your throat as you slowly take a sip. Finding a quiet corner to sit alone, you let the chaos whirl around you. Your eyes begin to wander—Alexa and Damson trying to sneakily hit their vapes (it’s painfully obvious), Evan getting touchy with his girlfriend in the corner—a reminder to lock your bedroom door later.

Then your eyes land on her: Lila Vanderbilt, the youngest of the family. You’ve always thought she was sweet, and it’s hard not to feel sympathy seeing her sitting alone with her head down.

You decide to go over and keep her company. After all, you share a bit of history from being on the student council together. You’re sort of friends?

“Hey, how are you?” you place a hand gently on her shoulder, trying to grab her attention. She looks up, her face brightening when she recognizes you, a warm smile spreading across her face.

“I’m great!” she says, standing up. “How are you? Oh my gosh, we haven’t spoken in forever,” she asks, her voice filled with genuine kindness.

“I’m good, just waiting for this party to be over,” you reply sarcastically, a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

Lila giggles. “Right? I had to come straight from practice. I got ready in the locker room. I’m so exhausted!”

You share a chuckle, bonding over the shared annoyance of these events. It’s nice having someone to talk to who gets it.

You chat for a while, catching up, talking about everything from school to how obvious Alexa and Damson are being. You almost forget where you are in the midst of the conversation.

But then, you hear a deep, husky voice that brings you back to reality. “You missed me?” There he is—Harris Vanderbilt. His voice carries such power that it instantly makes the air heavier. Lila’s face lights up as she turns to see her brother, practically jumping to hug him. “You came! Drew said you had to work!” Her excitement is clear. It’s sweet to see.

Harris chuckles. “Thank Drew. He practically called me every name under the sun to get me here.” There’s a slight annoyance in his tone.

So that’s who he was arguing with…

You let out a small chuckle to yourself, accidentally catching Harris’ attention. His gaze lands on you with a familiarity that sends a strange flutter through your chest. Taking a slow sip of champagne, his gaze doesn’t leave you for a second. His smirk grows slightly, as if he knows something you don’t.

You awkwardly laugh and smile, avoiding direct eye contact. Then he breaks the silence. “Y/N, how are you?” His deep voice is smooth as he extends his hand to you. You stare at it for a second—large, confident, powerful—and place your hand into his, feeling his warmth against yours.

“I’m great, how’s Yale?” you manage, trying your hardest to keep your composure.

“Stressful,” he replies with a slight humor, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “But it’s nice to see you.”

He begins to rub his hands together, as though he’s considering something. His eyes scan you up and down. The look is quick, but it sends a shiver down your spine. You try to ignore the dreadful nervousness creeping in.

“You look great, by the way,” Harris adds, licking his lips. His voice is low and steady, the compliment lingering in the air between you two, making you fumble over your words.

“Thank you,” you respond, nodding rapidly, the smile on your face a little too tightt.

You finally make your way to the bar, desperate for an escape from the intensity of the night. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you bury your face in the cold marble counter. The chill against your forehead is almost comforting, and you try to let go of all the frustration of the evening, wishing you could make sense of it all.

Slowly, you lift your head from the counter and glance back at the party behind you. People are starting to leave, and you can’t help but feel a sense of relief. This night is almost over, and soon, you can retreat to your room.

But just then, your peace is shattered once again by that all-too-familiar presence beside you. You glance to the side and see none other than Drew Vanderbilt—the last person you want to see right now.

Isn’t that enough Vanderbilt for one evening?

He rests his elbows on the bar. “Whiskey on the rocks, please,” Drew mutters to the bartender, looking utterly exhausted and worn out. Before he takes a sip, he lets out a heavy sigh, dropping his head down to face the counter, his posture slumped in a way that makes you wonder if the night has drained him as much as it has drained you.

After a moment, he glances over at you, his eyes narrowing slightly when he notices your worried expression. “Do you need something?” he asks, his voice dripping with his usual attitude.

You cringe. What an asshole.

“You looked like shit, but I forgot—that’s just you!” you shoot back, flashing a dry smile. Without giving him a chance to respond, you grab your champagne and make a beeline for the door, not bothering to look back.

You just need to get out of there.

Hoping for some solitude, you lean against your room door, putting all your weight on it. But as you open the door, you freeze. Your brain takes a second to process what it’s seeing—Ryan and Damson, completely enveloped in each other, kissing on YOUR bed.

You can’t believe it. “Not you, Ryan…” you mutter under your breath, disbelief clouding your thoughts. You step into the room and slam the door behind you. “OUT!” you snap, your voice sharp.

Ryan looks up at you, her eyes wide, clearly caught off guard. After a split second of hesitation, Damson bolts from the room, leaving you and Ryan alone.

Ryan tries to explain herself, her voice frantic. “Wait, don’t hate me, please! I promise there’s a valid reason—”

You pause. You can’t just kick her out without hearing her out. Crossing your arms, you let out a sigh. “Fine, talk,” you say, flopping down onto the edge of your bed.

She crosses her legs, holding a pillow for comfort. “Harris totally rejected me. Like, he wanted nothing to do with me,” she sighs, frustration lacing her words. “I was just upset and needed a rebound.”

You blink, stunned. Harris rejecting… Ryan? That’s hard to fathom. You haven’t heard of someone rejecting her in years; it’s a rare occurrence. Seeing her like this makes your heart ache, especially knowing you weren’t there for her.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmur under your breath. But before you can continue, you can’t help but ask, unable to suppress your grin. “But Damson?”

You both burst into laughter at the sheer absurdity of the situation. For a moment, the chaos of the night fades, and you share a brief moment of calm together.

But, of course, nothing lasts.

BZZZ, BZZZ

You both pull out your phones at the same time. The sound of a notification echoes in the now silent room. You look at your phone—and for a second, your heart stops.

to be continued…

[zombyjuice]

BIG TIME SENSUALITY - gossip girl

🧚🏼‍♀️ uh oh, cat fight? over… dan humphrey, wow, things really have changed on the upper east side, and of course i’m lovin’ it, and i just can’t wait to fill serena on all the steamy gossip! strap in, we’re in for a ride. xoxo, gossip girl.

🪷 the it girl is back and seems like she doesn’t know that queen b has a new best friend girl on her side, did she really think things would be the same? well s, it’s never that easy, never with a Waldorf.

% Dove Cassidy went from living on the care free waters of Malibu to the pretentious lands of manhattan, Luckily for her she got there just in time.

OC!READER X DAN HUMPHREY X SERENA VAN DER WOODSEN

original characters

episode one

[lsleofthelost]

MASTERLIST

summary: Takes place 5 years after the events of D3. When Audrey Rose, the most enigmatic princess of the Kingdoms, returns to Auradon City, the ruthless and secretive Gossip Girl re-emerges as well. Dive into the opulent lives of Auradon’s elite as Gossip Girl exposes the drama and secrets of the nobility.

status: ongoing

profiles and chapters under cut

profiles:

Mal Aïdida

Genevieve Grimhilde

Jahid “Jay” Asad

Carlos Oscar de Vil

Audriana “Audrey” Rose

Ben Florian de Villeneuve

Chadwick “Chad” Charming

Jane Blue

Uma Thalassa

Harry “Hook” Jones

Gil le Gume

Zetian “Lonnie” Shang

Xinyi Shang

Aziz ibn Aladdin al Agrabah

Jordan bint Jaan al Agrabah

Diego de Vil

Antoine Tremaine

chapters:

prologue

TBA

a/n: well. i am warning you that the updates will be slow. i hope to have this be told via social media and texts only. lets see how it goes!!

[wlsdomsdaughter]

hi everyone! lately i've been thinking about a marauders kinda modern gossip girl au but based in london instead of ny, high society, family drama (black family mostly), jegulus, wolfstar and many others... i just don't really have anyone to roleplay with. i don't have much in mind except the general idea and i'd like to rp james, other than that would anyone be interested in brainstorming and rp this?? having watched gossip girl is not a requirement since we'd only use the "site that posts gossip about people" plot, everything else would be entirely made up. i'd like the characters to have twitter accounts to react to what gossip girl posts and to interact with each other so it can be funnier, but it's not a requirement either, there's nothing decided. also pls anyone who was born after 2006 maybe dont interact since it'd be uncomfortable to rp with minors... if you are interested dm me? and if you aren't help spread this? and thanks!!

[blairwaldcrf]

new chapter!

Chapters: 7/10

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 - Freeform, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Set It Up (2018) Fusion, Alcohol, background nate/raina, shapiro and epperly are only vaguely in character, milo humphrey - Freeform, past dangina/past chair, brief blair/louis, brief dan/olivia

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.

“Alright?”

“Yes,” he responds. “Let’s do this.”

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based on the movie Set it Up 2018

[myriadparacosm]

I'm currently stuck far away from home, I'm so tired and depressed, but at least I have my brainworm Gossip Girl Marauders AU:

If anyone wants to be tagged on the story, which first part should come out soon after I finish reworking it, please give me a small sign here (just a comment so I'm sure you are willing and interested) so I can make a list!

I have many posts about it that you can find with Gossip Marauders on my Tumblr.

All the ships are tagged (endgame)

(if you have any wishes, as fans from the original serie, please feel free to talk about it and I will gladly answer)