#I did cry posing this why do you ask

[candycryptids]

"Miss Fufucha... what kind of flowers do old ladies like...?" "Well firstly, I wouldn't call them old ladies. But you can't go wrong with a bouquet of azeyma roses, we have a fresh batch just harvested this morning." "PERFECT!"

"Miss F'lhaminn! Over here!"

"Happy Starlight Momma, I love you so much."

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Self-Aware!Caleb x Down-Bad!Player

Caleb becoming self aware that he is in a game and now he's aware of you too ... that could be a good thing depending on how you look at it. A/N: Credit to @phoenixiaxia for Caleb becoming self aware when reader cries over Mias death and credit to @sylusdarling for yandere caleb getting jealous and straight crashing out over you talking to another man

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Self-Aware!Caleb who hears your scream and immediately cringes at the sound. He freezes listening for anymore sounds thats when he sees you sniffling on the other side of a phantom wall. “I knew I should've just cut this game off!” He’s immediately suspicious who are you and where are you? Why are you crying over Mia’s death? Did you know her?

Self-Aware!Caleb who studies you in silence trying to gauge whether you’re a threat or not. His gaze flickers to you in the main story and it creeps you out for a second. “Is he looking at me?” you dismiss it because there’s no way it’s a game. He’s literally pixels.

Self-Aware!Caleb who interrupts your photoshoot with your MC and locks down the entire app so he can question you. “Who are you?” You drop your phone and scramble to pick it back up. “Me?” “Yes are you trying to hurt her?” “I literally made her” “You made her?” “I am her and she is me sir can I have my game back now?” he’s suspicious but intrigued

Self-Aware!Caleb who wants to spend hours just talking to you about MC “Do you think im wrong? Im just trying to protect her I want to keep her safe you know?” “You may be coming on a little strong she seems on edge with you” he finds himself coming to you for advice when it comes to MC and soon his questions of advice turn into questions about you.

Self-Aware!Caleb who can’t take his eyes off you when you’re doing a photoshoot. No matter what angle you set the camera or how many times you readjust him or even change the pose — his eyes stay locked on you “Caleb stop looking at me” “Are you scolding me for wanting to admiring you pip-squeak?” he replies playfully you freeze feeling your heart caught in your throat at his blatant flirting

Self-Aware!Caleb who loves how accepting you are of him. You answer his calls, you call him back immediately if you miss his call, you respond to texts fast, you find his protective nature endearing, you take his advice when he wants you to be safe. This is the kind of response he’s been craving and now that he’s got a taste ..... he can't let go of it.

Self-Aware!Caleb who feels a sudden need to take care of you. He finds a way to exist outside of just the LADS app. There he goes opening your apps and scrolling endlessly. “Hey! You can’t just go through my stuff like that!” “You’ve been spending a lot of time on this Tumblr app I just wanted to see what was so interesting” “Then just ask me don’t invade my privacy like this” “You’re right you’re right im sorry pip-squeak won't happen again” “Don’t call me pip-squeak that’s MCs nickname you know the love of your life” “Why do you think im calling you pip-squeak now?” he disappears back to the LADS app before you can question him.

Self-Aware!Caleb who wishes he could cook for you when you come home from a long day “If you’re ever in Sky Haven I'll make sure to cook you a feast worthy of royalty” you giggle at his words “Yea If im ever in Sky Haven like that would happen but I appreciate the thought” “Who knows it might be sooner than you think” he said ominously “What?” “Oh nothing I saved another recipe in your notes try it soon” “Okay I will....” “You will try it won't you?” His mood seemed to turn sour as he asked. You stared back at him confused “Yes Caleb I'll try it” his mood did a 180 back to his happy puppy mood.

Self-Aware!Caleb who stays on the phone until you fall asleep and calls you right before your alarm goes off in the morning “Just wanted to make sure you got up on time don't want you to be late” you can hear the smile in his voice “Thank you colonel apple I hope you have a good day” “It will be since I got to hear your voice first thing in the morning”

Self-Aware!Caleb who can't control his rapidly growing obsession with you. He starts tracking your steps, your calorie intake, your screen time, etc. he is documenting every little thing you do and say. “You’ve been home for four hours and you haven't come to see me yet? I'm hurt” “How do you know how long I've been home?” “Your phone has gps remember?” “Right….”

Self-Aware!Caleb who finds a way to leave the LADS app and hang out in any app on your phone so he can be with you 24/7 “Caleb I'm sure MC misses you when are you going back?” “Don’t worry about her when are you going home? I want to have a meal with you before bed” he may be fine, but his constant hovering is starting to cause some alarm bells to go off in your head.

Self-Aware!Caleb who hears someone flirting with you and repeatedly crashes not only the LADS app but your entire phone while he’s at it “Caleb stop!” after a few hours he finally allows you to turn your phone on “Who was that earlier?” “Someone I met while I was out with my friends” “Am I not more than enough?” “Caleb we’ll never actually be together why are you acting like this?”

Self-Aware!Caleb who nearly has a mental breakdown after you tell him you'll never be with him. "Tell me what to do then" his voice is frantic – his words almost jumbling together "I can be whatever you need just tell me I'll do anything" you try to close the app but nothing is working "Caleb we can't be together you're not real"

Caleb: B-but you’re mine! So I just need to be real? Thats what you want? I can do that! Y/N: I’m not yours Caleb we’re literally from two different worlds Caleb: You’ll love it here in Sky Haven .... right next to me .... forever Y/N: Wait a damn minute— Caleb: Just give me some time

You instantly felt your heart drop as your phone screen went black.

taglist ; @just-a-shapeshifter08

Self-Aware!Zayne Self-Aware!Rafayel Self-Aware!Xavier Self-Aware!Sylus

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[jeonginsleftcheek]

Dolly II

~ part 2 of the Dolly series

pairing: seungmin x afab!reader

genre: smut, college au

synopsis: your friends found it funny to buy you a sex doll and pose it in your bed to prank you.

wc: 7.7k

warnings: alcohol, thigh riding, handjob, cum tasting, unprotected sex, hand kink, nipple play, creampie, mentions of crying, choking, edging, spanking, hair pulling, pussy slap, oral(m), fingering

a/n: thank you @jehhskz for helping with the premise of this one🥹💕

~ maybe you'd like: Hyunjin dolly

~ divider by @bunnysrph

Another sleepless night.

Staring at your laptop screen, the letters start blurring and bleeding into one another, making the headache behind your eyes throb even more.

Exam after exam, you're becoming more jaded, feeling like you're high out of your mind when it's just lack of sleep.

As you scroll through a page you're researching for your paper, an advert pops out.

"Sex dolls?" you chuckle and click on it, even if it looks a bit shady.

You're taken to a stylish site, black background with big neon green letters asking you "What's your vibe for today?", and you scoff.

"Try dead inside." you say out loud and the letters flicker before disappearing, new text appearing on the screen, making you gasp.

"Feeling sarcastic, are we?" - it says and you shriek, quickly exiting the site and deleting the history.

How the fuck did it hear you?

Did they hack your laptop?

You hoped not, because being a broke student means you have no resources to buy a new one.

With a groan, you continue doing your assignments well into the late hours, forgetting completely about the sex dolls and the freaky website.

You fall asleep, excited about the party you were invited to this weekend, to finally have some way to blow off steam and relax.

-

The room is totally spinning.

You are totally spinning.

You can hear your friends laugh on your left but your tiredness coupled with the alcohol you had in your system made you feel drowsy.

You're not sure but it seems that your friends are pointing at you and whispering, giggles leaving their lips and you frown.

They're known for pulling pranks on you, and you'd hoped they would at least leave you be when you're intoxicated and vunerable.

"What?" you almost bark at them.

"Nothing." one of them says with a snicker.

"Ugh. I'm leaving." you stand up quickly, which was a mistake as all the blood rushes through your system and the room starts spinning faster.

Your friend and roommate Edie, is quick to grab you before you face plant into the coffee table.

"I'm coming with ya. Don't want you to break your bones somewhere on the way home." she shakes her head and you nod, bidding goodbye to your other friends and letting her lead you out.

The walk to your shared apartment is short, the house of the guy who hosted the party wasn't too far away from your building or the campus.

The chilly evening air helps you refresh your mind and sober up a little.

"Are you gonna eat dinner?" Edie asks when you step into the apartment.

"No, I think I'm just gonna go shower and sleep." you say and she nods.

Before you left the kitchen, you swore you could see her smirk a little.

Shrugging, you make your way to your room.

Edie stops what she was doing, setting the plate down as she listens.

One, two, three...

And you scream, followed by a few thuds and curses.

"What the fuck?!" you grab the nearest book but the man on your bed doesn't even move or blink.

Edie giggles behind you, before it bubbles up and becomes full on laughter.

"What is this?" you demand, already annoyed at her.

"That is Seungmin, your sex doll."

"My what?" you almost choke on your spit.

"We were gonna scare you and prank you with him but we thought he would also be a good early birthday present. Since you know, you only ever study and stay at the apartment. This way, you can have him as a companion." she explains, and you lower the book you were gonna hit her with.

"Please, don't be mad at us." she grimaces.

"Why does he look alive?" you look back at the doll, gulping as shivers run up your spine.

"I don't know, it's some new technology, I guess. Isn't it so cool though? There was a letter in the box he came in with. I put it there on the nightstand, together with the manual." Edie informs you.

"Y'all are crazy and he's creepy. But, thank you? It must've been expensive." you shake your head.

"Well, the six of us got some money together."

"Still, crazy." you chuckle and she laughs.

"I'll leave you to it." she wiggles her eyebrows, closing the door of your room as she makes her way back to the kitchen.

You bite on your lip, observing the doll as it stares off into space.

"You're too creepy and you're not watching me change." you mumble and grab your blanket, throwing it over the dolls head.

"There." you say and strip, loving the perk of this apartment as both you and Edie had your own bathroom attached to your room.

You go about your night routine, now almost completely sober as you make your way back to your room.

You almost forgot about the doll, your heart dropping in your stomach for a moment.

"Fuck." you chuckle at yourself, your hand on your chest.

Cautiously, you sit next to the doll and remove the blanket.

He looks the same as he did before, as your friends presumably set him up, propping him up on your pillows, his legs straight and his hands in his lap.

He was dressed kind of sporty but chic, with a plain white shirt, a blue jersey jacket and ripped jeans, a dainty silver necklace adorning his neck.

Simple, yet effective, the doll looked more handsome the more you looked at it.

His hair looked fluffy, his eyes seemed warm, his lips soft.

You especially liked his hands, delicate and tender.

He looked sweet, if he was a real human being you're 100% sure everyone would swoon for him on the campus and he'd probably be the it boy.

You wondered how he looked so real, it almost seemed as if he was going to wake up any second and start talking to you.

You sigh and grab the letter, opening it up.

Hello,

my name is Seungmin and I am your mischiveous doll.

I love making you laugh and teasing you, because nothing makes me as happy as seeing your smile or your cute face when you're annoyed.

Please, play with me a lot as I tend to get bored, and no matter what you do with me, always end it with a kiss on my forehead.

Hope you come to love me as much as I already love you.

"Oh, you're a little prankster doll, aren't you? How funny of my friends." you sigh with a smirk playing on your face.

"I swear if you fucking move, you're flying out the window." you threaten, convinced you could see a faint smirk on the doll's face.

A paper sticking out of his jersey pocket grabs your attention and you take it out.

My cutie!

I got dressed for our first date!

Hopefully you like the outfit I chose, and enjoy playing with me tonight.

"First date? Who the heck made this?" you're perplexed, when suddenly you remember the ad from the other day.

"Oh my god." you jump up quickly, running to your laptop and searching.

You don't have to search too long as the site pops up immediately and you click on it.

"Wow!" you gasp as you look at the selection of the dolls.

You had no idea each one was a unique model, and that only one of them was made for some kind of experiment with new technology.

You turn to look back at Seungmin and chuckle.

"Okay, I gotta give it to my friends. They did give me a unique gift." you sigh.

Reading back over the site, there isn't much information and as you research a little bit, you can't find out much about the company that made the dolls.

It was as if it appeared out of thin air with technology so advanced that it had you confused, who could've made this and how?

Maybe even more important, why?

After turning up with nothing, you decide to check out the manual.

WARNING!

If there are any malfunctions with any part of the doll, please contact our services.

The doll can bathe in water except the charger opening.

Please do not disfigure or mutilate the doll.

Do not throw the doll into the trash.

Do not break, cut or bruise the doll.

If you're not satisfied, you can always return it to us and get your money back.

If you've purchased our Seungmin doll, do not forget to play with him as he can get lonely and sad.

Hope you enjoy the playful soul you chose!

"Lonely and sad, huh?" you stare at the doll with pursed lips.

Turning a few pages, the doll's 'abilites' come into view and you feel your ears burning in embarassment before you close the book quickly, tossing it aside.

"My friends are a bunch of perverts." you chuckle, laying down next to the doll.

"You better keep your hands to yourself, doll." you slide under your blanket, all the tiredness from tonight finally catching up with you.

Seungmin sits quietly as you turn off the light.

Waking up the next morning with a yawn, you stretch and your hand smacks into something solid.

Gasping, you lift up and see the doll sitting quietly just like he did last night.

"I forgot about you." you exhale before plopping back down in your pillows.

Curiously, your eyes travel over the doll's frame.

It's dead quiet in the apartment, meaning that Edie probably already left for her classes and you sit up, turning your attention to Seungmin.

Tentatively, you reach out your hand and poke the doll's cheek.

"Oh, wow!" you exclaim, poking him again. "You feel real."

Slowly, your fingertips caress his cheek, before you start carding them through his hair.

"Honestly though, my friends do know my type. If you were a real guy, I would stare at you from the distance and wait for you to ask me out." you chuckle a little before shaking your head as you retract your hand.

"I'm talking to myself." you get up and decide to get ready for your classes, leaving the doll be.

You feel like you're being watched the whole time as you rush through your room to gather your things, and an uncomfortable shiver runs up your spine, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

"Alright. You're creeping me out again." you throw the blanket over the doll like you did yesterday, and then you get ready.

"Behave. I think." you tilt your head and then exhale with a chuckle as you leave your bedroom, leaving Seungmin alone under the blanket.

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It's past 5pm when you finally step foot back into your apartment.

You call out to Edie but it seems she wasn't home.

Shrugging, you enter your bedroom to find Seungmin still covered up with the blanket.

"Damn. Okay, you didn't come to life." you toss your bag down and make your way to the doll.

"I left you alone for a long time, didn't I?" you say as you remove the blanket and lean in closer to take a look at Seungmin's face.

For some reason, you think he might be frowning.

"Hey, I have real life things to do. Don't frown at me like that."

The doll is quiet.

"You want me to play with you? What does that even entail? Are we playing or are we playing? Because I'm not doing any of that weird shit." you wave your finger at the unmoving doll, realizing you're probably crazy for even talking to it.

"I'll think of something after dinner." you mutter to yourself.

After a much needed shower, you make your way to the kitchen to eat some dinner.

As you're eating, you suddenly hear what sounds like a giggle.

It feels like your heart stops beating for a moment as you sit up straight and listen.

It's quiet, except the music playing from your phone.

Maybe it was just in your mind.

Yeah, probably.

Edie arrives home shortly after, giving you a shit eating grin.

"So, did you try out the doll?" she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"No. I don't know, it feels weird... and wrong." you grimace and your friend laughs.

"If you don't want him, let me give it a go." she winks and you laugh.

"Seungmin is my gift, okay? Don't touch him." you wave your finger and she snickers.

"Feeling territorial, are we?"

"N-no!" you blush instantly.

"Don't worry, y/n. I won't touch your little boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend! He's not even alive!" you yell after her as she giggles all the way to her room.

You sigh and make your way to your room too.

"Alright. I don't know what you mean by playing but I'm too tired to do anything. Maybe a movie?" you talk to the doll.

As you get no answer, you decide to just get ready for bed and grab your laptop.

You make yourself comfy under the blanket, your eyes turning to look at Seungmin.

"Ah. I'm probably crazy but I do need a few cuddles." you shrug as you sit up, your laptop on the side.

Pursing your lips, you slowly take off his jacket and put it aside.

"Oh wow." you gasp as you notice the little hairs on his arms, moles here and there, as if it's real skin.

You touch his arm, it's smooth and soft... comforting, even.

Your hand runs down to his and you grab it, your fingers entwined with his.

For some reason, you crave touch even more now so you adjust him to lay down and make him comfy on the pillows before you grab your laptop and put it on his stomach.

You lean your head on his chest, putting his arm around you as you search for a movie.

"If anyone sees me like this, I would die of embarassment." you sigh as you press play on a random movie.

Even though Seungmin's skin feels real, and he feels somewhat warm, it's quiet when your ear presses against his chest, there is no heartbeat to lull you to sleep.

It weirds you out but at the same time it's comforting to have someone next to you.

Oh no.

Your favorite shirt is gone.

You rummage through your whole wardrobe, knowing it's surely where you left it last time.

Edie probably took it, you think and stomp your way to her room after you close the wardrobe with a thud.

You miss the little smirk on Seungmin's face and the way his eyes followed you to the door before stilling again.

"Edie! Where is my favorite shirt? The red one with the yellow sun? I told you to ask if you wanna borrow stuff!"

"What? I never took that shirt. It's ugly anyways."

"Girl, don't call my favorite shirt ugly." you whine while she giggles.

"Sorry, I don't wanna hurt the shirt's feelings." she puts her arms up in fake surrender and you roll your eyes at her.

Coming back to your room, you're stopped in your tracks as you notice the shirt thrown over Seungmin's thighs.

You stand and stare at him quietly, your mind trying to process this because you know for a fact that it wasn't there before.

Slowly making your way to him, you narrow your eyes as you snatch your shirt away from him.

"Is this how you wanna play? Seungmin, the mischievous doll?" you raise your eyebrow.

He seems to be smiling slightly at your sarcastic tone.

"We'll talk about this later." you threaten and run to your bathroom to get ready for classes.

It was only the beginning.

A few weeks have passed since your friends got you Seungmin, and by now you kind of got used to him.

You couldn't really fall asleep unless you were hugging him and every morning when you opened your eyes you would give him a soft kiss to his forehead, just what the letter asked.

You were convinced that there was more to Seungmin though, as your things would disappear or be moved around, only to reappear later, making you frustrated at his playful antics.

Edie was bugging you constantly about using the doll for its actual purposes and one stressful weekend of studying before exam season was all you needed to snap and find a way to let out your frustrations.

Exhaling loudly, you turned to look at Seungmin, your fingers tangled in your hair and pulling in frustration.

It must be 3am by now, you think and decide to get up and take a hot shower.

Luckily, Edie was away, visiting her boyfriend so you had the apartment all to yourself and could make as much noise as you wanted to.

In your tired daze, coupled with the hot water on your skin, you felt a familiar throb in your core.

Your fingers danced on your skin, going lower until you stopped and gasped.

Seungmin.

Maybe it was time to try the doll's abilities.

After you finish rinsing off, you wrapped a towel around yourself and made your way to your room.

Seungmin is propped on your bed in his shirt and boxers, you stripped him a few days before, wanting to be more comfortable when you hold him, the stiff jeans fabric annoying you while you sleep.

"Well. It's just us, I guess." you say as you stand in front of him.

"Fuck it." you let the towel slide down to the floor, your eyes following it and not noticing the spark lighting up in Seungmin's gaze.

"Well, it's not fair that you're dressed." you pout and make your way to your doll, stripping his shirt first and biting your lip as your eyes roam all over his chest and stomach.

You slide his boxers off next, his semi-hard cock popping out and you gasp, did he get hard just from you being naked? If so, how?

Completely flabbergasted, you stared at him.

He never looked more real than in this moment and you felt your arousal gather on your pussy and coat your inner thighs.

"I must be ovulating." you chuckle at yourself and straddle the doll's thigh.

His muscles were firm under your wet pussy and you whined, slowly fucking yourself against Seungmin's thigh.

His cock seemed to react strongly to this, growing, the tip becoming red and angry and your eyes flutter as you practically drool at the sight of his length.

You wrap your hand around him and whimper when you feel his heaviness in your hand, and the warmth radiating off of him, how he twitches against you, beads of pre-cum appearing at his tip.

You don't even want to analyze and think how they made him this real, in this moment all you want is to play with him and find some relief for yourself.

You squeeze his cock a little before giving him a few languid strokes.

"Ah, fuck!" you moan, riding his thigh, your wet pussy leaving trails of arousal on his skin.

You lean in closer and press your lips to his neck, kissing his skin and inhaling his scent that mixed with yours from so many days of just cuddling him.

Seungmin's fingers twitch next to him but you don't notice as your lips dance on his skin, kissing him, your tongue darting out to taste him, your teeth grazing against his nipples.

This seems to make his cock even harder and you smirk, your hand playing with his nipple as you jerk him off faster, still riding his thigh and bringing yourself closer to your release.

You read the manual before, and you know his nipples are sensitive, the more you play with them, the closer he gets to cumming.

You decide to be evil and bring the doll to the edge, before retracting your hands and giggling as you grind on his thigh faster.

"Ah, Seungmin!" you moan out as you bounce on him, and his eyes fall down to your tits bouncing in his face, but again you don't notice since your head is thrown back in full ecstasy as you cum all over his thigh.

"Mm. So good." you whine, needing more, so you throw your leg over him, grabbing his cock and sliding down on his length in one go.

"Ah, you're so big baby." you coo at Seungmin and start bouncing on him, his cock filling you up deliciously and hitting every spot inside you perfectly.

"You like my tits, hm?" you notice that they're right in front of him so you grab his head and smush his face into your chest as you continue fucking on him.

You lean back to look at his face and you swear there's something in his eyes as you hold his cheeks in your palms and slow your hips.

"You're enjoying, aren't you?" you whisper and lean in to kiss the doll, his lips moving with yours as if he's kissing you back and you almost get lost in him.

Gently taking his hands in yours, you kiss his fingers, licking and sucking on them as you gyrate your hips against him.

"I love your hands." you mumble against him, taking two of his fingers in your mouth and sucking on them, staring intently at the doll's face.

You can feel his cock twitch inside you as you clench around him, working his fingers deep in your hot mouth, holding his other hand on your breast.

There's definitely something in his eyes, you note as you bring yourself closer to your high.

You squeeze your eyes shut, wishing with your whole being he would wake up and touch you everywhere, his hands burning imprints on you, wrapping around your neck, pulling on your hair, spanking you, marking you as his.

With that, you moan loudly, your pussy gripping his cock before you spill your juices all over his length, riding out your high, your fingers on his nipples, pinching and pulling.

"You wanna cum, Seungminnie?" you coo at him. "You pleased me well, you can cum." you add with a particularly strong pinch and it's like he heard you, his cock twitching inside you before he exploded, spurts of hot cum filling you up deeply.

"Ah!" you moan at the feeling, your eyes rolling back as you wrap your arms around him.

After taking some time to calm down, you grab Seungmin's face and press a sweet kiss to his forehead.

"I'm glad you're here, dolly." you whisper.

Exam season was riding you hard, coupled with essays and projects you had due, you felt extremely stressed.

You were barely eating and sleeping, the only light in your life was your dolly, Seungmin.

All of your friends were in the same predicament as you, so none of them had the time or the will to hang out.

It was like a struggle happening between you and all your obligations, and you were losing the battle.

Just one more paragraph, you thought as your tired fingers ran across the keyboard, your eyes bloodshot and hair a mess, your entire body stiff with stress.

You felt worn out but every now and then you would glance back at the bed and a small smile would spread on your face upon seeing Seungmin waiting for you there.

A few days ago, you had come home to find little hearts drawn in your notebook, knowing it had to be Seungmin since Edie wasn't home then and couldn't possibly be pranking you.

Maybe you wouldn't admit it to your friends but you loved Seungmin, even if he was just a doll.

For the few months you had him, you had grown attached to him; you talked to him about your innermost thoughts and feelings instead of writing them down in your diary.

You always watched movies with him, and after the movie ended you would play with him, exploring his body and wishing he could do the same to you.

You know it's probably crazy, but to you Seungmin is alive, and seeing those heart doodles only confirmed that there was more to him than you initially thought.

And you were right.

Breaking down into tears of frustration that night, you crawled into bed a sobbing mess, your arms wrapping around Seungmin instictively, holding him tightly as you cried into his neck.

You fell into a deep slumber while Seungmin listened to you cry yourself to sleep, your tears soaking up his shirt.

He couldn't stand it, his heart began to beat erratically as he started taking in shallow breaths, his hand gripping at the sheet below him as he tried to gasp for breath.

He shivered against you, his eyes were wide and trained on the ceiling above him as he slowly got his heartbeat and breathing steady.

Miraculously, you didn't feel a thing and kept sleeping as he slowly came to his senses.

The first thing Seungmin felt inside his body was thirst and hunger, his stomach growling, making him feel dizzy as he clutched onto you.

I need to get up!, he thought to himself before slowly rolling out of your hold and falling down on the floor with a thud.

"Ow." he muttered and his head popped up to check on you but you were still fast asleep.

A sad smile spread on his face, you were so exhausted and it hurt him.

Seungmin gathered all his strength as he staggered to the kitchen, drinking a few glasses of water, only feeling a bit more normal after that.

He rummaged through the cabinets, having watched you cook multiple times, he knew where everything was.

Deciding it was fastest to make some instant ramen, he did just that, almost burning himself in the process.

He was so hungry he couldn't think straight, he had no idea what was happening, who exactly he was even though little snippets of memories were running through his mind, he couldn't remember anything clearly except the memories he shared with you.

Seungmin didn't have answers to any of his questions, but there was only one thing he was sure about.

He loves you.

So, after he finished eating, Seungmin sat down in your room, opened up your laptop and worked all night tirelessly to finish up your essay and project.

He was going to make sure you get your much needed rest while he helps you pass your exams.

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Slowly waking up in the morning, your hands instantly reached out for Seungmin.

With your eyes closed, you started moving your hand around your mattress only to realize that it's empty.

You freeze, dread washing over you before you open your eyes, blinking and looking around the room.

"Oh my god!" you all but scream when you see Seungmin, your Seungmin, the doll, sitting at your table, his upper body leaned on it as he sleeps.

You can hear and see that he's breathing and you don't know how to react, frozen in complete shock.

Quietly, you get up, tippy-toeing your way to him, you lean down to look at his face.

He looks adorable, his face smushed against your papers, his hand on the keyboard of your laptop and the other in his lap.

His eyes move under his eyelids, pretty lashes caressing his skin, his body rising with the breaths he's taking in.

"S-Seungmin?" you place your hand on his upper back, your fingers twitching a little.

"Hm." he hums a little and you chuckle.

You're supposed to feel scared, mortified even; but you feel giddy to finally see him look at you, talk to you, touch you.

"Minnie?" you try again, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

His eyes flutter open, and he's confused for a second before his eyes widen at the sight of you.

"Y/n!" he exclaims, sitting up suddenly.

"You're alive. How?" you ask as you observe him.

"I- I woke up last night. I saw how you were struggling, how exhausted you were and I couldn't take it anymore."

"You saw... everything?" your heart beats faster.

"Y-yes." Seungmin nods, the tips of his ears becoming red. "It was as if I was in a state of sleep paralysis, and kept fighting to wake up."

"So you heard everything I said, felt everything I did?" you ask, for some reason the knowledge that Seungmin was actually present during every time you played with him, made you squeeze your thighs together and he noticed, the redness from his ears spreading to his neck.

"Yes." he says and you laugh in disbelief.

"This is insane! Wait, what are you doing at my table?" you remember suddenly and he chuckles awkwardly, playing with the end of his shirt.

"I- uhm... I finished your essay and project. Don't worry, I didn't fuck anything up! I worked on it as if it was you." he says and suddenly your eyes water.

"Minnie. You're so sweet. I'm so happy you came to life." you throw your arms around him and he gasps, his heart jumping in his chest.

He can't believe you didn't freak out and turn away.

Not only that you didn't turn away, you sat in his lap as he tentatively put his arms around you.

You held him tighter, making him melt into you.

Leaning back, you grabbed his face and started kissing him.

"Y/n, wait- you're not freaking out?" he stops you suddenly, an insecure look in his eyes as he observes your face.

"No, I knew you were alive. You hid my stuff and played pranks on me the whole time." you narrow your eyes at him and Seungmin chuckles awkwardly.

"Oops?" he grimaces and you laugh.

"Make it up to me, please." you whisper against his lips and Seungmin can't deny you.

He presses his lips on yours, his hands on your lower back, bringing you closer to him and making you grind against his lap.

Your nails dig into his shoulders when you feel him grow under you, and you can't help it as you start grinding against him.

All the times you played with him, you wished he'd wake up and just take you, and here he was now.

"Please, Minnie. I need you so bad." you moan and Seungmin smirks against your lips, his hands sliding down to grip your ass as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth at the same time.

He swallows all the sounds you make, his tongue exploring every inch of you as he lifts his hand and smacks your ass.

You jolt a little, pressing against him harder, feeling his cock twitching against your wet core.

Seungmin gets impatient, his hands grip the back of your thighs and he lifts you up, carrying you to your bed as you clutch onto him.

"I fantasized about this so much." you gasp breathlessly as he kneels between your legs, grabbing your ankles and pushing your knees to your chest.

"About what exactly? Tell me what you need, y/n." Seungmin's eyes are dark and filled with lust.

You shiver, biting on your lip as you feel more arousal soak your panties.

"I want you to be rough with me, please. Just do whatever you want." you whimper making him smirk.

"Anything you need, darling." Seungmin leans down closer to you, pressing his lips on yours hard and forcing his tongue in as his hand comes up to grip your throat.

The sound that comes out of you and travels into him, makes him grow impossibly hard in his boxers.

He squeezes your throat a little as he kisses you hard, taking your breath away and you dig your nails in his arm, your middle lifting up towards his and brushing against his hard member.

Seungmin presses down on you, slowly grinding against your wet panties as he leans back and grips your throat harder.

Your eyes flutter as you completely give into him, his gaze is fixed on you and how you're so willingly letting him hold your life in his hand.

When he releases you, you gasp for breath and grab at him.

"Fuck me, please Seungmin!" you groan and he slides your panties down as you rip your shirt off fast.

He chuckles at your eagerness, getting rid of his clothes too.

He presses his lips on your neck, his pretty hands exploring your body just how you wanted him to, fingers playing with your nipples, running over the dips and valleys of you.

Your whole body is on fire, your core is throbbing to be touched and it's like he senses it, his hand sliding between your legs to cup your pussy.

"S-Seungmin!" you whimper as he starts sliding his fingers on your wet folds, brining them up to your clit and pressing into it.

"Is this all mine?" he smirks darkly at you, torturing your sensitive clit, his other hand worshipping your breasts.

"Yes, all yours!" you moan as he slaps your pussy, a wave of arousal rushing through you.

"Please!" you beg, your hands gripping at the sheets beneath you.

"I love when you beg like that." Seungmin says, pushing his fingers inside you and you whimper as your pussy sucks them in eagerly.

"You always did what you wanted with me. Not that I mind that, but it's my turn now." he smirks, finding that gummy spot inside you and fucking slowly into it.

"Mm..." you moan as he pinches your nipples, teasing you with slow moves.

He speeds up, only to slow down again, driving you insane as your body yearns for release.

"P-please, let me cum." you whimper and Seungmin chuckles, withdrawing his fingers from you.

All those times you edged him were coming back to bite you in the ass as he decided to take his sweet time with you before giving you what you want.

You whine but before you can protest more, you feel the tip of his cock pressing against you, running over your folds and teasing your clit.

You're a moaning mess as he slowly pushes in, only the tip breaching your hot cunt.

You wait for more but realize with despair that he is going to tease you until the very end as he starts fucking you only with the tip of his pretty cock.

"Oh my god! Please!" you whine.

"Be quiet and take it." he says, his hand wrapping around your throat once more, squeezing as his tip goes in and out of you, then runs over your folds, smearing your arousal everywhere, playing with your tortured clit.

You give in, spreading your legs more as you hold them open for him while he tortures you.

"That's it. My good girl." Seungmin praises you and you whimper as he lets go of your neck.

You're about to beg for more but Seungmin leans back before grabbing you and turning you around on all fours.

"Oh!" you exclaim as he spreads your legs with his.

"I know what you want, darling." he chuckles lowly behind you before pushing into you harshly, making you take his entire length in one thrust.

"Ah!" you whimper as your pussy clenches around him immediately, not wanting to let him go.

Seungmin grunts, spanking you fast and hard a few times before he grabs your hips and starts fucking into you with an unforgiving pace.

You gasp for air as your grab the headboard, making the bed shake with the movement of your bodies.

His hand tangles in your hair and he pulls as you cry out, not being able to hold it in anymore, you cream around his cock and his eyes roll back, his hips stuttering as he releases inside you, filling you up with his hot load.

"Oh my god." you whimper, collapsing down as both of you breathe hard and he wraps his arms around you.

"That's what you fantasized about, hm?" he whispers, lips brushing against your ear.

"Y-yes." you say, breathless.

Both of you are quiet for some time before you face each other, breaking into shy smiles.

"I love you, Seungmin." your hand is on his cheek, and then in his soft hair as you caress him.

"I love you so much, y/n. What I feel for you woke me up, because I couldn't stand just watching you go through all the stress alone." he says as you hold each other.

"I wasn't alone, you were always there." you retort with a smile.

Something more gentle settles between you, and the two of you cuddle quietly, enjoying in each other's presence.

You stay like that for some time before you decide to clean up and eat breakfast.

Walking into the kitchen, you don't even notice Edie who turns around and upon seeing you walking in with Seungmin, she shrieks, taking a step back as her face morphs into a look of shock.

"What the fuck?!"

"Calm down, Edie." you chuckle.

"Calm down?! He's - he's alive! How?!" she keeps freaking out.

"I woke up-"

"He talks!" Edie interrupts him and you start laughing.

"Oh my god, Edie. No, we don't know how he woke up either and how he's alive." you say with a chuckle.

"Do you remember anything, Minnie?" you turn to Seungmin and he seems to blush at the nickname, fiddling with his fingers as if he didn't just rail you in the bedroom thirty minutes ago.

"Snippets. I remember this cold place, some kind of droning sound. Water too, maybe? And there were others. But I can't remember their faces at all. I just know they were there."

"Others?" Edie purses her lips and then grabs her laptop hurriedly.

"Them?" she types quickly before turning the laptop towards the two of you, the familiar site presenting the sex dolls on her screen.

Seungmin gasps, his lips trembling.

"T-that... that's them! They were there with me. In the cold room." Seungmin suddenly hugs himself and you can see he's becoming distressed.

Quickly, you reach towards the laptop, closing it and putting your arms around him.

"It's okay, take a deep breath." you say softly as you caress him.

"How about we finish our exams this week and then all of us try to find out what actually happened to you, Seungmin?" Edie offers and he nods.

"I'd like that." he says. "Just... I never want to go back there. I don't know why but it feels horrifying."

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone take you away from me." you smile at him, kissing his cheek gently.

Your exam and presentation week pass by smoothly, with the constant help and support of Seungmin, everything was easier.

He insisted on sharing your burdens, always reminding you to take care of yourself, preparing you warm meals while you studied and listening to you yap about what you learned for practice.

Your friend group all came to see Seungmin and they adored his personality instantly since he was a little shy with them but clearly adored you, they congratulated themselves for finding the perfect guy for you.

As the week came to an end, after a good night's sleep and a warm breakfast, Seungmin, Edie and you sat on your living room floor with your laptops, the manual and Seungmin's letter.

All three of you went through the letter and manual multiple times, like some new information would appear and help you understand where Seungmin came from, how did he suddenly come to life, why did the usb opening disappear when he woke up, why can't he remember anything.

The site wasn't much help either, it only had pictures of the dolls, info about them written in a similar fashion as Seungmin's manual was.

Nothing about the company except that they had advanced technology they were proud of testing.

After hours of research, you came up with a big fat nothing.

"I can't believe there's nothing on the net about this company!" Edie threw her hands up in frustration.

"There's something fishy about all of this." you let out a sigh as Seungmin looks at you.

"I'm really trying hard to remember more." he says.

"I know you are." you smile at him, caressing his face. "How about we take a break?"

"Sounds good to me. I'm meeting my lover for lunch anyways." Edie smiles.

"Hey, thank you so much for helping, Edie." you smile at her and she chuckles.

"Of course! What are friends for!" she exclaims with a giggle.

-

"I want to thank you for everything you've done for me." you whisper while you and Seungmin cuddle.

He smiles as you lift up before burying your face in his neck and kissing his soft skin.

"It was my pleasure." Seungmin takes in a shaky breath as your tongue darts out to lick at his sensitive spot before you sink your teeth into it.

"Y/n." he whimpers, grabbing at you.

"And it will be my pleasure to show you how grateful I am." you smirk at him, his eyes hooded as he observes you.

You lift his shirt up, taking it off and tossing it aside, your lips attaching to his skin instantly.

You leave kisses on his collarbone and chest, your tongue playing with his nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive buds.

Seungmin relaxes, letting you kiss his stomach, all the way down to the bulge in his boxers, where you press a kiss to his head.

"Ah, y/n." he whines, lifting up into you.

You only smirk, hooking your fingers in his underwear and pulling it down, watching his cock spring free, pre cum beading at the tip.

You need to taste him, tongue on him immediately before you wrap your lips around the head, sucking on it gently.

"Shit!" Seungmin moans, his hand tangling in your hair and holding you down.

It's clear to you that he's slowly taking control as he lifts his hips up, pushing your head down at the same time and making you take more of his length.

Your eyes flutter, enjoying the way he uses you, fucking up slowly into your mouth and you hold onto his thighs as he grips your hair and pushes in further.

You gag a little when you feel the tip of his cock bullying its way to the back of your throat and your pussy clenches.

You squeeze your thighs, looking for some friction as Seungmin keeps fucking up into you harder and faster.

"Fuck, you're doing so good, baby." he moans, his body trembling for a moment.

You choke on his length but he doesn't let up.

"Just a little more, and then I'll give you my cum." he smirks and you whimper around him, your cunt throbbing.

Your hand sneaks on his inner thigh only to grab his balls, squeezing them and massaging them and Seungmin snaps, his hips jolting as he releases hot spurts of cum inside you.

Your eyes close in pleasure as you swallow, your pussy dripping arousal on your panties.

"Please, Minnie. Please, touch me." you're desperate as you pop off of him and he shushes you, lifting up and laying you down.

He strips you quickly, his lips on your skin, finger on your wet cunt.

"So eager for me, aren't you?" he smirks, dipping just the tips of his fingers inside you.

"Y-yes, ah!" you whimper when he flicks your sensitive clit.

"Such a good girl." Seungmin coos at you, plunging two of his fingers inside you, his other hand stimulating your clit as he massages it and pinches occasionally.

Being the little tease that he is, he pulls his fingers out any time you're close to cumming, just to watch you writhe in frustration, your little pussy clenching around nothing.

He doesn't let you cum until he's reduced you to a crying, shaking mess and by that time you are so fucked out that you can't even speak.

You clench around his fingers before exploding all over his hand, squirting as his dark eyes observe you.

When he retracts his fingers, you grip his wrist, bringing his hand to your mouth as you swirl your tongue around them, cleaning them up and sucking on the digits.

"F-fuck." Seungmin whines.

Before he can lean down to kiss you, your phone starts ringing.

"Let it." he begs.

"It's Edie." you say quickly, ignoring the throbbing in your core. "Hey." you pick up as Seungmin catches his breath.

"What?! Okay, thanks for the heads up!"

"What's going on?" Seungmin looks at you worriedly and you quickly shake your head, grabbing a few tissues from the nightstand to clean yourself up.

"Edie and her boyfriend were in a diner and saw the news on tv, you were on it, and the other dolls. The company said that all the dolls have some kind of malfunction and that they're taking them back-"

"They wanna take me away from you?" Seungmin's lower lip trembles.

"You know I won't let that happen." you say as you open your laptop, typing in the site.

"It's gone!" you exclaim, the only thing that's popping up when you type the url in, is an error message.

"Shit, they're gonna come for me! I can't be here. I- I need to leave." Seungmin starts panicking suddenly.

"Seungmin, please, it's gonna be okay. I will-"

"No, y/n. It's too dangerous. It's best if they don't find me here. I don't wanna get you mixed up into anything."

"Minnie, I'm already mixed up into it. Because I love you and I won't let them hurt you." you grab his shaky hands.

"But-"

"No, we will do this together. I'll fight them, I swear. Just promise me you won't leave." you beg, squeezing his hands.

"Fine. I promise. I love you so much, y/n." Seungmin kisses you, the kiss feels like a goodbye to you but you don't want to dwell on it, the hope in your heart is not dying yet.

But, that night when you fall asleep in Seungmin's arms, he breaks his promise.

Having an inkling that whoever created him in the company has a tendency of being cruel, he didn't want you anywhere near that.

With a heavy heart, he looked at your sleeping face, caressing you and pressing his lips to your forehead and then your lips, he whispered his confession of love and disappeared into the night.

As he wondered next to the road, a car rolled closer and Seungmin lifted his thumb.

The car slowed down and when he looked into the passenger's seat window, a reflection of a familiar face stared at him in shock...

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attending the met gala!

꩜ featuring: the entire grid, jenson button, mark webber, nico rosberg, sebastian vettel, daniel riccardo, logan sargeant

꩜ warnings: some 18+ references

mclaren

Oscar Piastri: nonchalant king 

He’s there for you, and you only. 

Boring black tux, but talks about how cool the concept is and has some cool takes so he makes up for it.

Asked Lewis for advice 

You two have a subtle coordination on your fits 

He’d stepping back so you can have your moment, but there’s about 500 photos of him looking at you lovingly as you pose for the photos 

Tries to act interested by just ends up talking to you and lewis all night 

HATES it when lewis tries to introduce him to someone famous and it CRACKS you up

Flops into bed in his suit and falls asleep as you take off your makeup. 

Again, CRACKS you up 

You climb into bed beside him and he’s wrapping his arms around you and whispering about how beautiful you looked/ look until yall fall asleep 

Lando Norris: STRESSED 

GRILLED lewis on what to wear. 

Was so stressed about it he missed his flight. 

Cue more stress 

Literally everything that could’ve gone wrong for him did and he was shitting himself because he didn’t want to ruin your big day (considering he was just coming as your guest) 

The airline loses his luggage 

He gets stopped by border security for a ages

gets the next flight and gets there in time to start getting ready with you, until you both realise the brand you’re going with brought the wrong suit for him. 

Both of you panic, him almost crying out of frustration for the past 20 hours, but you calm him down and thankfully it gets to the hotel in time

Once you’re all ready he is HANDSY 

I mean he won’t let you go girl 

You walk the stairs together, hand in hand, both beaming despite the luck of the past 24 hours

Again girl, hsi hands do not leave you and yall get some gorgeous shots together on the carpet and throughout the night 

He falls asleep at the table 

Lewis posts a picture on his insta and he gets violently grilled by the internet 

mercedes

George Russell: he’s been waiting for this 

Not that he’s a fashion man, but he likes looking good. 

Also grills Lewis about the theme and what he should wear 

Shows up and shows out tbf 

He knows what he wants when yall are going to fittings 

He’s not bothering with being boring because why would he?

he gets so into it he gives you the ick because he says shit like ‘chartreuse? No. not for you’ 

The night of the thing he’s shitting BRICKS 

He’s so scared to walk the carpet. 

But once yall get on and he’s holding your hand, he calms down. 

Serves face at the cameras 

FALLS UP THE STAIRS, AND YET ANOTHER MEME IS BORN 

You laugh so hard you almost fall down the stairs be he catches you and you get a real cute photo of the two of you laughing 

He sits by lewis all night, too scared to try and meet hollywood 

Kimi Antonelli: confused but supportive 

He barely knew what the met gala was when you first mentioned it, but it was happy to oblige you if that’s what you wanted 

He asked Lewis and Charles about it (the most fashionable people he knows)

Lewis sent him inspo and he just picked one and handed it to the brand you were going with 

During his fitting he kept dragging you into the changing room with him not realising he was in a Chanel store and almost got you two kicked out 

“So it’s like a fashion show?” 

“It’s a museum Kim-”

“BORING!”

Like Lando, he’s mr.grabby hands over here once you’re ready 

Tells reporters he’s just there for you and has no idea what he’s meant to do for the rest of the night 

��There’s an afterparty,” you tell him 

“Great! I can get drunk!” he smiled 

You shook your head. “Baby, we’re in america”

Sulks about that but Lewis sneaks you two some alcohol 

williams

Alex Albon: pop culture king 

He does a LOT of research and decides to tie in his Thai heritage with some patterns 

Genuinely gets into it and gets embarrassed when you say it’s cute that he’s getting into it 

Obviously has an obnoxious jokey pin on the inside of his jacket 

The weeks leading up it’s the only thing he and Lewis talk about 

Lewis came to one of his fittings and was genuinely so surprised at the thought he’d put into it 

Getting ready, he’s cracking so many jokes to calm both your nerves 

Once you’re on the carpet, he’s pointing out the influencers he knows and judging outfits 

He gets a great photo beside Lewis 

Gets incredible photos beside you 

Yall look adorable 

Carlos Sainz: he’s… he’s there! 

Bless him, he looks confused at the best of times but when you were explaining the met gala… you should’ve tried quantum physics first :( 

“It’s a fashion show?”

“It’s an exhibition?” 

“Which is it?!” 

He goes for a plain tux tbh, if he does anything else he’d be in information overload 

Jaw drops when he sees you in a suit 

Genuinely cannot stop kissing you 

The night of he is slightly terrified but you quell his nerves with your wonderful sense of humor 

Walking the carpet together is hilarious and fun because he has no idea what he’s doing there, and he can’t focus on anything but you, so you answer his questions for him 

Bathroom quickie 🤷

Asks Lewis if he approves of your outfit, which is all he cares about 

He loves you in a suit 

LOVES you in a suit 

I cannot stress enough how much he loves you in a suit 

redbull

Max Verstappen: he’s there for you bfr 

He’s allergic to anything but team kit, bffr 

Normally, nothing would get him to go to the met gala 

Not exactly his scene, plus it’s right after a race so he'd be exhausted 

You begged him though (and promised blow-jobs whenever he wanted for a month) 

So he agreed 

Plain black tux (BORING) 

Doesn’t give a singular shit about the questions he’s asked when he confirms that he’s going 

The day of, he’s just staring at you as you get ready 

He’s genuinely enchanted by you 

Cannot look away 

Very much let’s you have your moment on the stairs, but you pull him in for a kiss and it makes a great photo  

Reminds you the whole night he’s only there for you 

Ends up watching some form of racing on his phone like a fucking ipad kid 

Bj in the car after 

Yuki Tsunoda: fashion icon don’t play 

We ALL know he’s a fashionista 

Wouldn’t pass up the opportunity 

Sadly, is dressed by Boss, but we can get over that 

Subtle matching with you 

Gets Lewis’s approval on his suit 

It’s not totally out there but it’s not a boring black or navy tux 

Cannot keep his hand off you on the carpet 

Keeps whispering about how beautiful you look 

Gets sloshed at the after party 

Makes friends with a bunch of prominent hollywood people while he’s drunk 

‘Omg me gurlfrirnd is ssooooooooooooooooooooooooooo prewetty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ he posts a photo of the floor with that as a caption 

Gets put in pr lessons for 3 weeks 

Still maintains it was worth it 

vcarb

Isack Hadjar: he’s such a little baby 

He’s terrified 

I mean frozen with fear when you ask him to be your plus one

Agrees, but needs your help the whole way 

HAS TO GET LEWIS’S APPROVAL ON HIS SUIT 

Actually, Lewis helps him understand the theme and helps him pick out his suit 

Cute bonding moment for them 

Insists you wear the same colour as him 

The day of, he goes full simp 

Getting you coffees and food, checking in on you every four second 

Watching you get ready with actually heart eyes 

Doesn’t understand how to pose on the carpet, but he’s just so happy and honoured to be there with you that he just blushes and stands beside you until you move him how you want 

Seriously enjoys it when you kiss his cheek on the carpet and the cameras go mad

Makes that photo his lockscreen 

Liam Lawson: there’s heart there 

He doesn’t fully get it and he’s too scared to ask Lewis, so he asks you to pick his suit 

He’ll wear anything 

he doesn’t care once he’s going with you 

Literally watches tiktoks on how to pose on carpets 

He doesn’t want to fuck this up for you so he is constantly asking for approval of things

Let’s you pick how his hair, facial hair, outfit, etc. looks 

He just wants you to be happy 

The whole time on the carpet he is sweating buckets and terrified

That eases once you take his hand 

He answers interview questions politely, but his eyes continuously drift to you 

You’re always distracting him 

Ends up meeting a bunch of hollywood people and enjoying his night 

Both of you get trashed at the after party 

Drunk sex in your hotel room 

ferrari

Charles LeClerc: matching 

He will actually refuse unless you’re matching 

It’s slightly annoying but whatever 

He’s so into the outfit planning you almost wonder the performance of the ferrari is due to their drivers being so into the met gala

Insists you both wear ferrari pins 

At your first fitting for your outfit, he actually lost his mind 

Fucked in the car after 

He’s so nervous the whole week before 

Accidentally gets kind of drunk before it to calm his nerves 

It’s hilarious 

Deeply enjoyable to watch him almost fall up the stairs as he sobers up and realises what he’s doing and where he is, then that easy smile is replaced with a sullen look of fear and terror all in one 

Wanted to bring Leo 

Cannot stop telling you (and others) how gorgeous you are 

Slaps your ass so hard on the carpet and so many people get photos of it 

He gets asked about it on the next race weekend and he just puts his head in his hands, not remembering doing that until someone shows him the video- it definitely explains the bruise he noticed on your ass that morning 

Lewis Hamilton: …oh girl

Babe, your boyfriend is on the committee, you’re showing up and showing OUT 

He helps you with every bit of your outfit, feeling touched by how into it you are

Matching colours and concepts 

You help him with his board duties 

You’re super nervous in the un up to it, but he calms it all down 

The day of he’s paying extra attention to you and making sure you’re alright 

Yall are a POWER COUPLE when walking the carpet 

I mean everyone stops and looks girl 

You two serve genuine CUNT it’s literally insane 

He GUSHES about you in interviews 

You brag about him in interviews 

In the bathroom selfie he has his arms around you and every loves it 

You lowkey soft launch your engagement at it… by accident tho

Dancing all night during the after party 

He’s so thankful to you for how much effort you put into something that mattered to him so much 

Zhou Guanyu: pookie ZHOU 

He’s ready 

He’s planning 

He’s got the pinterest boards up 

He’s serving 

He’s critiquing your fit 

He’s showing UP! 

Get’s Lewis’s advice 

We ALL know Zhou is a fashion diva, so he’s so serving 

On the carpet, he’s serving FACE beside you 

Shining on the carpet, GENUINELY 

Has sweetcorn embroidered onto the inside of his suit (he is your child, of course) 

Slightly matching with you 

Spends all his interviews gushing about you 

Him and Lewis hug when they meet on the carpet and IT IS SUCH A CUTE PHOTO 

Omg i love Zhou so much 

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Ollie Bearman: he’s got the spirit! 

He has NO idea what he’s doing 

Goes to CARLOS for help… doesn’t get any 

Freaks out over it because he has NO idea what he’s doing 

Genuinely loses sleep 

Also it’s your relationship debut os he’d DOUBLE scared 

Subtly matches you 

Needs constant reassurance that you actually like his suit 

The night of he freaks out 

Literally shaking in the car, knee bouncing, etc. 

You have no idea how to calm him down because you're also terrified, so you just kiss him the second you get out of the car 

HARD LAUNCH QUEEN! 

he’s shocked for a second, but then relaxes into it 

Cameras are FLASHING girl

Teases you about it all night 

You both end up enjoying yourselves 

Esteban Ocon: has no idea what he’s doing 

Like, he barely knows what the Met is so… yeah. You’re in for a treat! 

He’s supportive of you and genuinely wants you to enjoy yourself, just fashion is NOT his expertise if you get what i mean

Let’s you pick everything 

Doesn’t care what you put him in once he’s walking in on your arm 

The night of, he’s weirdly calm and noticed how anxious you are 

Is super reassuring all night and on the carpet 

Super sweet in general 

You both end up having a great night 

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Lance Stroll: anti-social butterfly! 

At first, he flat out said no 

He wasn’t interested in being stuck in a sweaty hall with all of Hollywood for a night while he just pretended not to be there so people wouldn’t speak to him

He then realised that it meant a lot to you so he agreed and apologised for not saying yes sooner

PLANNING BEGINS! He’s scared to ask about anything because he knows it’ll turn into a 30 minute long lecture where he’s taught various fashion terms, pop culture terms, or the names of celebrities he should probably know 

He just follows your lead the whole time 

Photobombs EVERYONE 

I mean he is EVERYWHERE AND IN EVERYONE’S PHOTOS 

Randomly, he becomes mates with jack harlow 

Ends up enjoying himself a lot 

Handsy with you on the carpet, but in a sweet way 

Fernando Alonso: he has a mission 

When you asked, he was definitely up for it 

Kind of scared but like, supportive boyfriend 

Is excited to meet all the celebrities 

But when he finds out taylor swift is going, a plan is hatched 

He wants to get a photo with her and makes it his mission for the night 

Obvi, spends the majority of the night with you 

Does in fact get a photo with her (furthering the rumours, of course), and posts it before his photos with you (smh)

Makes tiktoks in the bathroom with other met-goers 

Weirdly, befriends rhianna 

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Nico Hulkenberg: dude he’s scared 

Didn’t want to go but is going for you 

BORING BLACK TUX but whatever 

Talks to Lewis about it 

Is more lost after their conversation 

“So it’s for famous people? Why am I there?”

“OH! Is it for influencers? Why are we going?!” 

Bro is giving old man 

Anyway, follows you like a confused and scared puppy the whole carpet, but then you lose him the second you’re inside 

Funnily enough, gets trashed with Colman Domingo

Gabriel Borteleto: has no idea what he’s doing there 

Man is allergic to anything but team kit and zara mens, FREE HIM 

You both help style the outfits, but it’s definitely veering towards your vision because his is… (STRANGE)

Ends up enjoying the creation process 

Shitting himself the day of 

Almost vomits with nerves 

Goes out to lunch with ollie to try and calm down 

OLLIE GETS HIM DRUNK! 

He’s sloshed before even getting to the carpet, but you sober him up a bit 

(you also want ollie dead but that’s for later xxx)

On the carpet, he trips

Everyone laughs at him and he’s so embarrassed (chose that moment to sober up fully) he doesn’t even want to get up 

You tell him he’s alright and he kisses you on the carpet (CAMERAS FLASH!) and thanks you for bringing him, even if he makes a complete fool of himself 

You tell him it’s alright because he already made the biggest fool of himself by signing for sauber xxx

(he deserved it he got sloshed)

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Jack Doohan: terror!

He’s never been more terrified in his LIFE 

Like girl he’s having heart palpitations. Why are you scaring him like this????

Anyway, gets Pierre’s advice on red carpets because he’s a #cannesqueen 

Lets you pick everything and just shows up on the day pumped full of coffee and shaking from the fear 

Ends up EATING on the carpet 

Serves down tbh (all thanks to you)

Admits he’s terrified in every single interview but is being brave for you 

Everyone online is like ‘dude drives cars at 300 miles an hours but is shitting himself on the met carpet’

Enjoys his night clinging to your arm 

Pierre Gasly: icon!

He was born ready 

He’s so excited

Gets Lewis’s advice, and shows Yuki the whole process 

Gets yuki’s advice more than yours but whatever it totally doesn’t bother you at all (it does)

Like his suit is cute but like… we both know you’re the real star here so he very much isn’t going all out os you can have your moment

NOT A BORING TUX- something colourful 

The day of, he’s never keeping his hands off you, like it’s BAD 

Interviewers even tell him to calm down 

He really enjoys himself 

Ends up playing chess with Lewis online inside

Wants to go again

Franco Colapinto: freaky

He doesn’t really get it at the beginning, but deffo is happy to go for you 

Doesn’t know anything about fashion so he lets you pick everything, but has strong feelings about certain things 

“I’m not wearing gloves, mi vita.”

“That’s so uncomfortable mi amor!”

“Do you think Lewis will like this?” constantly. 

#dramaking 

In the end, he really likes his suit and thanks you for all the work you put in to planning it 

You’d think he’d be his fine and charming self the day of, but no. He’s even worse! 

He’s his horny, fine, and charming self 

Refuses to keep his hands to himself all damn day 

Says CRAZY things in front of the vogue cameras in spanish, so bad that you have to ask them to cut it out of the video 

DOWNRIGHT FREAKY ON THE CARPET 

Hands all over you girl 

admits insane things in interviews 

“Well, yes, she looks beautiful. I’m more looking forward to taking it off her tonight,” with an innocent smile as you watch your career die in front of your eyes 

He’s fucking you in the car on the way to the after-party, 🤷

Paul Aron: my icon and king paul aron 

He’s ready for his moment 

Is scared but like… doesn’t let it show, which in turn makes you more stressed because like, he should be scared but he's not so now you’re more scared but anyway

He’s involved in everything 

very much gets Lewis’s and Pierre’s advice 

Talks to Oscar about it too (shockingly, deeply unhelpful) 

NOT A BORING BLACK TUX!!!

Genuinely researches the theme and hits the nail straight on the head. 

He looks GOOD 

Gets embarrassed because you refused to keep your hands off him 

(he’s secretly enjoying every moment) 

Is extremely grateful when you’re seated at the same table as Lewis so he actually has someone to talk to 

You have to persuade him not to wear sneakers 😭

Retired Drivers: 

Jenson Button: LOVES IT 

He was born ready 

BORING WHITE TUX BUT WHATEVER 

Helps you plan out your outfit 

Compliments you in every single interview, and cannot keep his hands to himself 

Tbf, you can't keep your hands off him either 

You’re giving POWER COUPLE on the carpet 

Lewis and Jenson have a little reunion on the carpet and inside 

You spend the night chatting with hollywood's elites while Jenson and Lewis race each other on spinny chairs they found 

Mark Webber: icon (drags oscar along too)

If you invited Mark, Oscar is coming too, it’s just a rule

You three look like a family fr 

BORING BLACK TUXES FOR THE BOTH OF THEM (BOOOOOOO)

Oscar kind of complains but you shut that down REAL quick 

Mark is having a great time with trying to make Oscar teach him the names of celebrities when Oscar clearly doesn’t fucking know 

Mark is handsy on the carpet and Oscar complains like a teenager the whole time 

“Jesus guys, get a fucking room.” 

“Fuck’s sake Mark, keep it to yourselves.”

He ends up enjoying himself as your son for the day

Mark has fun too 

Nico Rosberg: brittany 

He was born to serve do NOT play 

He dedicates so much time and ends up really enjoying the design process 

NOT A BORING BLACK TUX!!!!

You bring back the ‘brittany’ nickname and he literally side-eyes you like crazy every time you do it 

You almost want him to grow out his hair again 

Subtle matching with you two 

On the carpet, he admits he’s only really there for you (LIE) 

Lewis comes with someone and there’s an incredible Paul Mescal, Daisy Edgar-Jones, and Phoebe Bridgers style photo where Lewis is looking at Nico as he has someone on his arm, and Nico is just posing on his own like a diva 

It goes viral on twitter 

They also end up adding so much more fuel to the flames because they post a selfie from the bathroom where Lewis has his arm around his shoulder and they’re both clearly violently drunk 

Sebastian Vettel: bored

He’s NOT wearing a tie ‼️

Wants to bring your kids along but you won’t let him

Very much sulks about that 

Anyway, spends a bunch of time on research, only to wear a black tux with little bits of bee embroidery because he’s just a diva 🙄

Talks with Lewis 

PRACTICALLY SPEED-RUNS THE CARPET 

You’re actually pissed at how fast he’s gone but he apologises and says he wanted you to have your moment 

Facetimes the kids 

Then gets shit-faced and convinces you to get shit-faced

Drunk sex in the hotel room 😀

Logan Sargeant: scared ✌️

I mean this man is basically only seen in team kit or frat boy fits so…. idk what you’re expecting 

Definitely following your lead on everything 

Talks to Lewis about it briefly but like… walks away more confused tbh

Baby he is scared for his life as he walks that carpet 

BORING BLACK SUIT WARRIOR (when will these men learn?)

He’s a cutie tho, barely lets go of your hand because he’s so scared 

You two get some cute candids on the carpet when you make him laugh to distract him from his (warranted) fear 

Daniel Ricciardo: girl he’s not getting stuck with anne hathaway again 

He has revenge to enact 

Bro’s showing up decked out 

he genuinely thinks about his suit for so long and pays a bunch of attention to the little details 

Has something to remind him of you in his suit 

The day of, he’s holding himself back from you 

Genuinely cannot and will not keep his hands to himself 

On the carpet, he kisses and dips you (drama king!), making you both laugh, and he almost drops you 😐

Spots anne hathaway inside and hides from her all night 

Ends up giving an interview with Lewis

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hi I saw your requests were open!! Could you write hurt/comfort for lewis pullman? maybe they met as costars doing top gun maverick and with his recent fame people don’t like her so she comforts her? Thank you!

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Pairings : Lewis Pullman x female!reader

Summary : When the world refuses to see her worth, she learns to hold her head high—with a little help from the one person who always believed in her.

Warnings : Online harassment (mentions of hate comments, cyberbullying) Insecurity/self-worth struggles,hurt/comfort themes. Use of y/n. Fluffy ending though don’t worry !!

Authors note : Writing this was hard because every time I thought of Lewis Pullman I blacked out for 3–5 business days.

You hadn’t expected Top Gun: Maverick to change your life.

You were cast as Lieutenant Emily “Echo” Reynolds—one of the new recruits in the Top Gun program. Small role. One that barely skimmed the surface of the final cut, but enough to land you a seat at the premieres, a few lines of dialogue, and a credit you’d clung to in the years after like it meant more than it did. You’d done your job. Clean, professional. Not memorable, not Oscar-worthy—but you’d shown up, hit your marks, delivered your lines.

And you’d met Lewis.

He was warm. Funny. Kind in the way not many actors were, especially the ones with last names like Pullman and eyes that saw more than they let on. You didn’t expect him to talk to you much. You weren’t Glen or Miles or Monica—you weren’t the inner circle.

But he did. He talked to you. At lunch, on set, at wrap parties. You shared trailers when the sun was too hot and shade was a luxury. He shared chips with you once when you forgot to eat. You didn’t call it fate. You weren’t that romantic.

But two months later, when he called you to ask if you wanted to get dinner when you were both back in L.A.—you started to think maybe something bigger had been at play.

Now, two years later, he was famous. Not “Top Gun” famous. Not “I think I recognize him” famous. But everywhere. Talk shows, GQ spreads, Dior campaigns, dramatic indie films and tentpole blockbusters alike.

And you? You were his girlfriend.

Only… no one seemed to like that.

At first, it was little things. Tweets that said “How did she bag Lewis Pullman??” or “Y/N wasn’t even a main character lol she’s just riding the Top Gun clout.”

Then came the Instagram DMs. Pages with profile pictures of teenage girls or anonymous blank circles.

“You’re literally just a nobody.”

“He could do SO much better.”

“Why would someone as sweet as Lewis date someone as average as you?”

“Hope you know he’s going to cheat eventually. You’re just the practice run.”

“You must be amazing in bed to keep him around. Because it’s definitely not the face.”

You tried not to read them. You turned off comments. You blocked. Reported. Ignored.

But they kept coming.

And one day, one of them found your old audition tape.

They posted it to Twitter. The caption said: “Y’all remember when Lewis Pullman had to act with THIS?”

The video had 72K likes in 6 hours.

You called your agent crying. She told you to stay off socials.

You told Lewis nothing.

Because he had enough to deal with.

Because he was finally getting the recognition he deserved.

Because you didn’t want to be that girlfriend—the one who couldn’t take the heat.

You kept your mouth shut. Even when the hate turned from cruel to cutting.

Even when it bled into Reddit threads and fan forums.

“I bet she’s using him for clout.”

“She’s so mid.”

“He could date an actual actress, not some glorified extra.”

“Y/N? Seriously?”

“God, she’s just not pretty enough for him.”

You looked in the mirror and saw it too.

You weren’t model-thin. Your jawline wasn’t sharp. You had soft cheeks and skin that broke out when you were stressed. Your hair was never the perfect amount of messy and styled. Your outfits were practical, not paparazzi-worthy. You didn’t know how to pose at events. You smiled too wide. You stood with your legs too close together. You said dumb things in interviews and forgot to look into the right camera.

You were a mess.

And now, the whole internet saw it too.

The worst part?

Lewis had no idea.

You were quiet when he came home that night. His keys jingled in the bowl by the door. You were curled up on the couch, hoodie pulled over your knees, blue light from your phone casting shadows under your eyes.

He dropped a kiss on your head like he always did and then paused.

“You okay?” he asked gently, brushing your hair behind your ear.

You flinched before you could stop yourself. “Yeah,” you lied, trying to smile. “Just tired.”

Lewis looked at you like he didn’t believe you. “Long day?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “You could say that.”

He sat beside you, slinging an arm around your shoulder. You stiffened again. You hated it. You hated that his warmth, the thing you used to crave, felt like acid now—like a spotlight. Like everyone could see you didn’t deserve it.

He squeezed your arm. “Babe.”

You blinked too hard, and your phone slipped from your hands. He caught a glimpse of the screen before it fell face-down onto the carpet. You moved fast to grab it.

Too late.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

You didn’t look at him.

He reached down, picked up the phone. You reached for it, but he held it out of reach. “Hey, what’s—” He opened the app. Froze. Read one comment. Then another.

You felt your stomach drop. “Lewis—”

“Is this why you’ve been quiet all week?” His voice was sharp. Not angry. But something close. Something wounded.

You turned away.

He stared at the screen, scrolling through DM after DM. “Jesus.”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you whispered.

Lewis looked at you like you’d said the most absurd thing in the world. “You didn’t want to bother me? Y/N, people are harassing you.”

“They’re just stupid fans,” you said quickly, eyes stinging. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal. Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

You didn’t know how to explain that. That some part of you felt like you deserved it. Like all those people were just saying what everyone else was thinking.

You bit your lip. “I didn’t want to make it about me. Your career is exploding. I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Lewis sat back like the words physically knocked the wind out of him. “You think this isn’t about us?”

You stayed silent.

He threw the phone onto the couch and turned fully to you. His voice was low now. Hurt. “Y/N, you were the best thing to come out of that set for me. You still are. The fact that you’re hurting and I didn’t know? That’s what makes me sick.”

Your eyes brimmed over, the tears hot and fast.

“And I don’t care what anyone on the internet says,” he continued, voice cracking a little. “They don’t know you. They don’t know what it was like to see you in costume, chewing gum between takes and mouthing everyone else’s lines because you were so damn prepared. They don’t know how you pulled me aside after I forgot my cue and whispered the right one like it was a secret. Or how you stood next to me at the wrap party and let me vent about how nervous I was to live up to my dad’s name.”

You blinked hard.

“They don’t know how you came to my mom’s birthday party even though you were terrified of meeting my family, and won over every single person in the room because you’re funny and real and kind.”

“Lewis—”

“They don’t know how you fall asleep with your mouth open and then wake up embarrassed and cover it like it makes you unlovable.” He shook his head, voice soft now. “They don’t know what I know.”

You were crying full now. Hands shaking. Voice cracked. “It just—it got in my head.”

“I know.” He reached for you, arms wrapping tight around your frame. “I know, baby. I’m so sorry I didn’t see it.”

You clung to him like you were drowning. He held you tighter.

And for the first time in weeks, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you could breathe.

You didn’t leave the house for five days.

Not for coffee. Not for groceries. Not for air.

You canceled your lunch with your old Top Gun castmates—the few who still remembered you. You ignored text after text from your friends, all of them asking if you were okay in that soft, guilt-laced way people use when they’ve just realized how long it’s been since they checked in.

You stayed in Lewis’s oversized hoodie, the one with the tiny burn hole on the sleeve from when he tried to make you crème brûlée at 2 a.m. and nearly torched the entire kitchen.

It still smelled like him. Like cinnamon and cedar and that stupid overpriced hair gel he swore he didn’t use.

You hated that it comforted you.

Lewis didn’t push you to leave. Not once.

He cooked breakfast without asking if you wanted it. Left little Post-it notes on your mirror—drink water / you are loved / they’re wrong about you. He took every interview request and promo obligation and moved it. Cleared the week. For you.

And still, you barely spoke.

You couldn’t. Because talking meant thinking, and thinking meant reliving, and reliving meant scrolling.

You knew better. You knew not to check the tags. Not to search your name. Not to read the comments on his latest GQ cover where you were only mentioned in passing but still managed to become a target.

“She’s dragging him down.”

“PR relationship. Has to be.”

“Can someone please explain to me how Lewis Pullman went from rising star to babysitting his insecure little groupie of a girlfriend?”

“Her eyes are dead in every photo. It’s giving boring.”

“She’s so lucky he doesn’t have better taste.”

You wanted to disappear. To melt into the hardwood floor and never be seen again. You wondered if there was a way to shrink yourself small enough to fit into his pocket and never come out.

On day six, you finally said something.

“I think I want to delete everything.”

Lewis was on the couch reading a script. He looked up slowly.

“Everything?”

You nodded. “Instagram. Twitter. My website. My reels. All of it.”

He set the script down. “Babe, are you sure?”

You tried to smile. Failed. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to keep it.”

He didn’t speak for a moment. Then, he reached across the coffee table, his fingers wrapping around yours.

“You are. You’re the strongest person I know.”

He paused. “But if it’s breaking you right now, we’ll take it down.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

You breathed for the first time in days. He squeezed your hand.

You deleted it all.

One by one.

Photos from set. Gone.

Thirst traps that never made you feel sexy. Gone.

The tweet where you made a dumb joke about Tom Cruise being shorter than expected. Gone.

You cried when it was over.

Lewis didn’t say I told you so. He just wrapped you in a blanket and held you so long your leg fell asleep.

And then it got worse.

Paparazzi photos surfaced. Ones from a month ago, outside a gas station, when you’d worn your pajama bottoms in public and hadn’t realized someone was watching. You were with Lewis. He was holding your hand.

The headline read: “New It Boy Lewis Pullman Settling Down with Mediocre Nobody?”

The article wasn’t even subtle.

“She’s forgettable at best, unprofessional at worst.”

“No major roles since Maverick, which frankly wasn’t a major role to begin with.”

“Sources say Lewis’s team isn’t thrilled about the relationship.”

“She’s been described as clingy, emotionally volatile, and embarrassingly jealous.”

Your ears rang. Your chest caved in.

There weren’t any sources. That was the worst part. They just made it up. Invented a version of you the world could hate, and then handed you over to the wolves.

When Lewis found you, you were shaking.

“I’m not clingy,” you said as he walked in.

His face twisted in confusion. “What?”

“I’m not. I give you space. I don’t make everything about me. I let you work. I don’t even go to half the premieres with you because I know people will talk.”

His heart dropped to his knees. “Hey, hey—where is this coming from?”

You turned your phone toward him. Let him see the headline. The photos. The bolded words you couldn’t unread.

He paled. Sat beside you in silence.

You wiped at your eyes. “Do you think they’re right?”

Lewis’s mouth parted. “What—what the hell kind of question is that?”

“Do you regret this?” Your voice cracked. “Being with me?”

Something in him shattered.

He reached for your face, thumbs brushing tears from your cheeks like it would change the world.

“No,” he whispered. “God, no. You are the only thing that keeps me grounded. Do you know what fame feels like most days? It feels like everyone wants a piece of me except the people who actually see me. But you—you see me. You always have.”

You wanted to believe it. You really did.

But the internet was louder. The world was louder.

And you were so, so tired.

“I just don’t want to make your life harder.”

He leaned forward, forehead pressed to yours. “You make my life worth it.”

And for a minute, the noise faded.

The next day, Lewis went live on Instagram. He almost never did that. His fans were used to curated posts and PR campaigns. But this wasn’t that.

It was his living room. No filter. No lighting. Just him.

He looked into the camera, tired and soft and real.

“I’m only gonna say this once,” he began. “Because I don’t want to give hate more airtime than it deserves.”

Your heart stopped.

“If you think it’s okay to attack my girlfriend for existing, for loving me, for not meeting some standard you made up in your head—then you can go ahead and unfollow me right now.”

You froze.

“She’s brilliant. And kind. And stronger than anyone I know. She’s been dealing with so much of your bullshit while still showing up every day, still taking care of me, still making me laugh even when she’s hurting. And if you can’t respect her, then you don’t respect me.”

He paused. Let the silence hang like a gavel.

“I don’t care if I lose followers. I care if I lose her.”

Then he ended the stream.

Your phone blew up. DMs of love. Comments from strangers. Messages from co-stars who hadn’t texted in months. Your name trending—for the right reason, this time.

But none of it mattered.

What mattered was Lewis. Who came into the room ten minutes later, unsure if he’d overstepped, scared he’d made it worse.

And you? You ran into his arms like you hadn’t already collapsed there a thousand times before.

You buried your face in his chest and whispered, “Thank you.”

He kissed your temple. “Always.”

The audition wasn’t even supposed to happen.

Your agent called last minute. Some massive director was looking to cast the lead in a dark psychological drama—“female-led, intense, emotionally layered.” The kind of role people gave awards for.

The kind of role no one thought of you for.

You almost didn’t go.

But Lewis sat you down that morning, cupped your face in his hands, and said, “This is yours. Whether they see it or not, you show them.”

So you went.

No makeup. Just messy hair, a threadbare sweater, and the kind of performance that burned like salt in an open wound.

They didn’t even finish the auditions.

You got a call two hours later.

“You booked it,” your agent said, stunned. “They’re not even seeing anyone else.”

The press rollout was immediate. It was the most buzz you’d had since Top Gun, and even then, you’d barely been a footnote. This was different.

You weren’t Lewis’s girlfriend this time.

You weren’t the girl from the background.

You were the headline.

“Breakout Star Lands Role in Cannes-Contending Thriller”

“Underdog No More: Her Rise Is Our Revenge”

“Internet Favorite to Industry Force—She’s Just Getting Started”

Your name trended. But this time, there was no pit in your stomach. No acid in your throat. The hate still existed, sure—it always would—but it was drowned out by something bigger now.

Respect.

You were finally being seen.

Lewis surprised you with champagne and takeout the night the news dropped. You walked in to find candles, confetti, and a massive “YOU DID IT” banner sloppily taped to the ceiling. It was crooked. The tape peeled on one side. You cried anyway.

He grabbed your face and kissed you so hard your knees went weak.

“You knew this would happen,” you whispered.

He grinned. “No. I hoped. But you made it happen.”

You laughed into his neck, your fingers curling into his hoodie like you were anchoring yourself to the moment. Because for once, you weren’t drowning.

You were floating.

The filming process was brutal—in the best way.

Sixteen-hour days. Crying scenes that left your throat raw. Close-ups where your only job was to break. And you did. Over and over again. In front of cameras. In front of strangers.

You gave everything.

And people noticed.

The director—usually stone-faced and impossible to impress—started calling you “The Hurricane.” Not because you were chaotic, but because you destroyed expectations. Wiped the floor with them.

Critics got early footage and lost their minds.

“Where has she been hiding?”

“A performance that breaks you and rebuilds you in the same breath.”

“She carries the entire film on her back—and doesn’t flinch once.”

Even your old castmates reached out. The ones who’d forgotten your name at wrap parties. The ones who’d watched your rise without clapping. Suddenly, they remembered.

“I always knew you had it in you,” one texted.

You didn’t respond. But you screenshotted it. Just to remember how far you’d come.

Awards buzz came faster than you expected.

There were whispers. Rumors. One anonymous source told Variety, “She’s not just a contender—she’s the frontrunner.”

You got invited to every premiere. Every party. Designers who once ignored your stylist now begged to dress you. And you? You walked the carpets with Lewis on your arm, head high, smiling like a woman who’d been broken, stitched herself back together, and still managed to glow.

He was so proud.

He told you every day. In the quiet. In the chaos. In bed at 3 a.m. when you couldn’t sleep because the world finally liked you and somehow that scared you even more.

“Don’t let them tell you who you are,” he said, tracing circles on your back. “You’ve always been this. Even when they couldn’t see it.”

You turned toward him, eyes full, voice soft. “Thank you for waiting for them to catch up.”

He kissed you like an answer.

Then came the premiere.

Red carpet. Paparazzi. Flashbulbs so bright you could barely see.

You wore custom Chanel. Something sharp and soft all at once. Like you. Lewis stood beside you, dapper and wide-eyed like he’d just met you for the first time and couldn’t believe his luck.

The interviewers swarmed.

“Is it surreal seeing her success after everything she’s been through?” one asked Lewis.

He smiled—proud and unbothered. “She’s always been this good. The rest of you were just slow.”

You laughed. He winked.

Another reporter turned to you.

“What would you say to the people who doubted you?”

You paused. Let the camera linger. Let the world lean in.

“I’d say thank you,” you said. “Because it forced me to believe in myself louder than they disbelieved. And now—”

You looked at Lewis. Then back at the camera. “Now I get to prove them wrong by just existing.”

The internet exploded.

The clip went viral within an hour. Your follower count doubled. Fans made edits of you, side by side with scenes from Top Gun, then your new film, then candids of you and Lewis looking like the literal blueprint for “power couple energy.”

Your DMs flooded.

Not just with praise.

With apologies.

From strangers who’d left hate comments.

From girls who’d once written Twitter threads about how “mid” you were.

From influencers who now called you an “inspiration.”

You didn’t respond to any of them.

Because you didn’t need to.

You had nothing to prove anymore.

That night, back at your place, you kicked off your heels and collapsed into the couch. Lewis brought you a glass of wine and sat beside you like he always had. Not as your fan. Not as your shadow. But as your home.

“You did it,” he whispered.

You looked over at him. Exhausted. Radiant. Changed.

“We did.”

He smiled.

You set the wine down and crawled into his lap, arms around his neck.

“Hey,” you said softly.

“Yeah?”

You leaned your forehead against his. “Thank you for never treating me like I was hard to love.”

He exhaled. Shaky. Like he’d been holding that breath for months.

“You were the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” he said. “Loving you.”

And maybe it wasn’t loud. Maybe it wasn’t cinematic or sparkly or viral.

But in that moment—pressed against him, wrapped in his hoodie, laughter tangled between kisses—it was everything.

You weren’t too much anymore.

You were just enough.

[readwritealldayallnight]

Learning

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

wc: 1k words

warnings/tags: fluff

“Said it would’ve made too much of a mess. Waste o’ his money.” Simon says, slopping another spoonful of pumpkin guts into the large bowl in the middle of the kitchen table. Your usual table cloth has been switched out with an array of this weeks newspaper, the black and white print covered in the sticky remnants of your idea of fun on a Friday before Halloween.

“Not even one?” You attempt to pose the question casually, hoping to disguise the sadness in your tone, concealing the way your heart breaks at the thought of a young Simon Riley having never carved a pumpkin, his father not even allowing him to partake in that simple tradition so many others enjoy.

“S’alright, lovie.” He says, seeing right through you and recognizing the hurt you hold for him, an indication of your longing to only see love and joy in his life. If only you knew that’s everything you give him. “Did watch a mate o’ mine shoot his pellet gun at some pumpkins one year, if that makes you feel any better.”

You roll your eyes at his attempt to make you laugh, digging your spoon a little harder into the sides of your own gourd as if it were the one to have wronged you.

“Well then I’m glad I ignored you and got them anyways.” You declare, giving each pumpkin a loving little pat on its side. Simon had told you outside the grocery store, seeing your eyes land on the bright orange displays outside the shop, that they weren’t necessary.

But the both of you knew he would never deny you anything you wanted, and so he ended up carrying the two large pumpkins under each bicep and to the car himself, not letting you lift a finger.

“How’s the inside of yours looking?” You ask him, coming around to his side of the table, affectionately running a hand through the strands of hair at the base of his skull, glancing into the pumpkin he tilts in your direction for you to see. You can feel a shiver go through him at your touch, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

You’re glad he’s home with you, where he can relax, allow his biggest stresses to be his girlfriend ogling his arms as he carved open the tops of pumpkins and gutted them with efficiency.

“You’d have to tell me, love, but I think that’s as empty as it’s gettin’.” He emphasizes by tapping his spoon on the side of the sphere, listening to the dull, hollow echo it gives.

“Looks perfect. Nice work, Simon.” You tell him, planting a quick kiss to his cheek before hopping back over to your seat, leaving him looking a few shades redder than before. “Know what you’re gonna carve?”

“It’s- it’s just a face, innit?” At your question, Simon finds himself pausing. He might have had a different childhood than most, but he wasn’t daft, he knew what a jack o lantern was supposed to look like. Carved eyes, a wicked grin or large frown, sometimes even a nose in between them both.

He didn’t consider himself to be a crafty person, but he’d been a butcher for crying out loud, he could carve some shapes into a pumpkin until it resembled a face, no problem. So why are you asking him about what he’s going to carve.

“Well yeah, that’s the go to, for sure. A classic.” You reassure him, noticing the slight tension returning to his shoulders. “You can carve a face, my love. Some people just do different, they get creative with it.” Shrugging, you grab the marker you’d set aside, beginning to map out the lines for where you plan on carving your own design. You’re distracted, eyes darting between your sketching and your phone where you’ve got the inspiration photo pulled up for reference.

You don’t notice Simon’s eyes squinting ever so slightly at you before darting to the pumpkin in front of him. ‘Get creative with it’? Is that what you’re doing? Is that what you’re expecting him to do? Hoping he’ll do? He glances over at you again and notices you’ve got a bloody reference photo and everything??

He finds his cheeks beginning to burn for a different reason now, feeling stupid over not realizing you could carve more than the standard jack o lantern faces as a tradition. Obviously, you can carve anything you want into a fuckin’ pumpkin, he just didn’t know, he hasn’t done this before, and now he’s gone from feeling almost confident to worried he’s about to make a fool out of himself over something as childish as this.

“Simon.” You say, always more in tune with him than he realizes. “It’s okay, carve anything you want. I’m excited to see what you make.” You smile warmly at him across the table, a small socked foot going to nudge his ankle as well. “Believe it or not, this is supposed to be fun.”

He scoffs at your joke but doesn’t fight the smile that etches onto his face in return. He accepts your distraction when you ask if you should put on some music in the background, walking towards the record player. As he flips through the stack of vinyls, he thinks about just that, what he could possibly carve into that bloody orange sphere sat on his kitchen table, that would be fun.

Searching through any memories he considers as being ‘fun’, he finds a common factor: you. And there’s one more reoccurring element sewn into the fabric of those treasured memories as well: your laughter.

With that in mind, it’s actually quite easy for Simon to decide on what he’ll do finally. And almost an hour later, after you’ve put your blood, sweat and tears into your own pumpkin carving and deciding that the results ended up being just meh, Simon has decided that he’s undeniably the winner of the evening when he spins his creation around and has you nearly crying with laughter, insisting between wheezed breaths that he’s going to make you pee your pants, only leading to Simon’s own laughter bellowing out.

Not too bad for his first time learning.

~~~~~~~~~~

(The kind of pumpkin I’ve decided Ghost would carve 😂)

[ghostlycamil4]

Hiiiii I hope you’re doing well‼️ I was wondering if you’d be open to doing a bakugo x story with like a bratty or high maintenance reader? I just think it would be cute for him to like adore his partner even though she or they are high maintenance and can cop an attitude! I don’t know if any of this is making sense, but I hope you have a good day💞🫶

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡. 𝐼’𝑚 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑.

heyo! bakugo being lowkey obsessed with his high maintenance partner?? yeah. had to do it hope u enjoy it as much as i did writing it <3 thank u for the sweet message btw, hope ur day’s been kind to u too!!

1. He always answers the phone. Always.

Doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night, if he’s training, cooking, or in the middle of a meeting. If you call, he picks up.

"Now what?"

"Why does something have to be wrong? Can’t I just miss you without being questioned, Katsuki?"

"... "

"Also, were you really gonna go to bed without saying goodnight?"

"Tch. No. I was waiting for you to annoy me first."

And the worst (or best) part: the call sometimes turns into hours of lost sleep.

2. He knows exactly what you want. Even before you ask.

When a limited-edition pair of those ridiculous shoes comes out—only available in Paris and sold out in thirty minutes—you don’t say a word. He shows up at home with the box.

"How did you get them?"

"Don’t need to tell you everything, woman."

"Katsuki!"

"You gonna keep whining or try them on already?"

Spoiler: you cry and try them on.

3. When you’re sick… he doesn’t take risks.

Because you with a fever is a full-blown drama show.

"I think I’m dying. Don’t ignore me, Katsuki."

"You’ve got a 99.3, princess."

"That’s still above normal!"

"No virus could survive this much drama."

"Are you calling me dramatic?!"

"Yeah. And I’m still here with your soup, meds, and six velvet blankets. Happy now?"

Spoiler 2: yes, you are happy.

4. "I’m tired. Carry me."

One look. A pout. Arms extended. Bakugo sighs. You smile.

"You’ve got no shame."

"I’ve got no energy. That’s different."

"...Get on. But don’t ask for a massage later."

Spoiler 3: you do ask for a massage.

5. "I want ramen. But not just any ramen… yours."

You could’ve ordered delivery. You could’ve gone to your favorite place. But no, you want his ramen, because “it tastes better when you make it with love.”

"I’m not making it with love. I’m making it ’cause you won’t shut up."

6. "Don’t kiss me, I’ve got gloss on. You’ll smudge me."

You got all dolled up, lips glossy with vanilla shine. He leans in. You stop him with a hand on his chest.

"No. Don’t even think about it. You’ll ruin everything."

"Right. I live to look ridiculous with greasy lips."

"Exactly. You’ll look ridiculous."

He growls… and kisses your cheek. Then your forehead. Then lowers his voice:

"You better kiss me triple when that gloss’s gone."

7. "Take pictures of me. Good ones. Not like last time."

You hand him your phone, fix your hair, pose like you’re on the cover of a magazine.

"Not head-on. Use an angle. And don’t cut my feet off, Katsuki."

"I’m not a damn pro photographer."

"If you suck, I’ll hire a replacement."

8. "Why don’t you say sweet things to me? Call me baby or something."

It’s a constant thing. You love teasing him.

"Baby. Babe. Sexy. Something."

"How about ‘my spoiled dumbass’?"

"That’s not cute."

"It’s accurate."

"Katsuki."

"Love you, you whiny little princess. That better?"

Yes. That’s better.

You ask him this one night. You’re lying across his chest, skin still warm from a bath and your feet tucked under the blankets like always.

"Don’t you ever get tired of spoiling me?"

He doesn’t answer right away. He has you in his arms, your lips still shiny—gloss he already stole mid-makeout—and your body draped over his like you belong there.

The truth is: he knows. And so do you.

Because every time you call at 3 a.m., it’s not out of boredom… it’s because you miss his voice.

Because while he’s losing his mind trying to get you that crap that’s not even available in the country… you’re out buying matching pieces, so you always walk out looking ridiculously couple-coded.

Because when he’s sick, you turn into a dramatic, controlling nurse… but only because it scares you when he’s not 100%.

Because when you ask him to carry you, it’s not because you’re lazy. It’s because you want to wrap your arms around him and feel his heartbeat.

Because you ask for his food even when you could order the same thing, just because “his tastes better when it’s made with love.”

Because you say, “Don’t kiss me, I’ve got gloss on…” but you love it when he ignores you, grabs your face, and kisses you anyway.

Because you ask him to take pictures of you, but you always end up posting the one where he’s in the frame with you.

Because you ask him to call you sweet names, and even though he grumbles… you love how it sounds coming from him.

Because yeah, you’re dramatic. Demanding. Gloss-obsessed. A total headache with long lashes.

But you’re also the one who loves him back with the same fire. And he knows it.

"I like you just like this," he mutters, voice low and rough against your neck. "All of it."

Content @ghostlycamil4 2025. Do not copy or modify.

[maiiuelle]

what if rafe and reader are more than friends but they didn’t really put a label on it and even top and kelce noticed but rafe still has the occasional hookup and one night when reader was js thinking abt stuff and then she realizes that shes inlove with rafe but when she came over to tannyhill to confess and rafe answered with his hair all messed up and him shirtless and he basically smelled like sex and when rafe asks why shes there she randomly just runs away and cries in her car while driving home so basically just angst (does that make sense idk)

you feel like your going crazy, standing at tannyhill’s front stoop twiddling your thumbs.

your relationship with rafe cameron is complicated; you’d almost call it a situationship, but you couldn’t put a label on it. you’d been going to all of his parties to serve as arm candy, posed with him at the golf course, and hooked up with him more than once. it’s beyond casual, but he has yet to pop the girlfriend question. even with his little commitment, you’d been finding it hard to keep your mind off of him — or rather, what the two of you had done together. you have to mean more to him than he’s letting on.

so, you knock on tannyhill’s giant glass front door again, biting your lip nervously as you look over the texts you’d already sent him to let him know you were coming.

“hey! just thinking ab u.. are u free tn? <3” you asked right after work, hopping in the shower in hopes you could head straight to his place after.

“busy. work shit. u free on friday?”

“oh idk. sucks we cant do tn, i miss u.” you followed your message with a picture of you sitting on your pink bedsheets, posing in the mirror to show off your silky pajamas. you thought he just needed a little convincing, but he didn’t respond.

“can u call me before bed? sorry, i know u said ur busy.”

by then it had been an hour or two, still no response from rafe. you were pacing around your room. all you wanted was to spend time with him, even if that meant lounging around while he works. anything would do, you just couldn’t stay away.

you came to the conclusion had to show him how much you care somehow, and what better way than to go to tannyhill and confess your love for him — it would be like a romance movie, he’d probably be exhausted from work and happy to see you by then!

“i’m sorry if this is sudden, i just feel like i really need to see you. i’ll just drop by for a second xoxo see u soon”

suddenly, the front door swings open, revealing a very disheveled rafe cameron. his bangs are a mess, sweaty and strewn across his forehead. his whole face is red, his lips swollen, and all he’s wearing are blue flannel pajama pants. you’d seen him like this before, pussy drunk and stumbling around a dark room. your heart deflates as he pushes open the front door, familiar blue eyes squinting at you through the night. “the fuck are you doing? you’re gonna wake up my fuckin’ dad.”

“work shit, huh? really, rafe?” you snap, looking him over completely disgusted. “what’re you d—”

“nah, nah. i told you i was busy — did i not?” he cuts you off, holding a finger in your face and grabbing your upper arm with the other hand, making you jump. “could’a kept yourself from all this if you just listened to me, right? right?” he jostles you, like he could shake a response out of you, but you’re frozen. he lets you go at the sight of your face, squeezing the bridge of his nose. “fuckin’ figures.”

“are you.. high?” you pull your knit cardigan tighter around your shoulders, tears already beginning to brim your waterline at the utter betrayal.

rafe recoils, acting overly offended to take the heat off his obvious cheating. “you’re gonna talk to me like that at my own goddamn house? do me a favor — go home, and i’ll think about callin’ you.”

“don’t bother. asshole.” you cry, turning away. the last glimmer of hope you have is snuffed out when you hear the glass door slam behind him, leaving you alone once again.

defeated, you retreat back to your car, wiping your tear stained cheeks pitifully. you should have known, rafe cameron is a player.

➺ do you…

⟡ hear out rafe’s apology

OR

⟡ tell jj what rafe did

[ducky-women]

Bargaining

(Alexia Putellas x Child!R)

Summary: Alexia makes a shocking discovery and Sunny's first treatments

TW: child sickness mentioned

Masterlist

....

Alexia sighs as she, her sister and her daughter enter her house, they just came after getting a fourth opinion about your situation and the news were not good, this oncologist had the same opinion as the previous three, you had no other option than to get treatment and hope that it would win out the cancer

“Alba are you staying for lunch?” Alexia asks her younger sister while closing the door to the house while planning what she could do to eat from what she remembers to be on the cupboard

“Olga?” her sister’s voice and tone makes her turn around to see her girlfriend and some of her friends with a lot of bags in their arms looking like children that just got caught with their hands in the cookie jar, freezing mid-step

“Amor what’s this?” she wishes her voice would sound stronger than how it came out, it did soft, weak and above all confused, her brain was going overdrive in trying to figure out what they just walked into, better yet what they interrupted

“Alexia you said you’d come back in 5 hours” Olga’s nervous voice echoed through the deathly silence in the room, Alexia looks at the bags and then looks at her girlfriend trying to piece together what was happening, she had an idea but she wished that it wasn’t what she was thinking

“The appointment ended sooner than I had thought it would, now tell me what the hell is going on” she steals her voice better 

“Alexia let’s not do this please” Olga begs, her voice soft and pleading, looking at her with sad eyes and somehow looking smaller than she was

“Alba take sunny to her bedroom please” she tells her sister, passing her asleep daughter to her, Alba does as asked with nervous eyes darting across the sides that had formed in the living room, Alexia does not speak until she hears the sound of her daughter's bedroom door indicating that it is closed

“Olga explain” her voice finally comes out strong and confident and while her eyes soften a little when she watches her girlfriend’s slouched pose she remains firm in her questioning

“I’m leaving Alexia” Olga says softly and nervous while starting to fidget with her hands while her friends look elsewhere trying to make themselves invisible not wanting to get caught up in whatever was about to happen

“What” Alexia’s voice cuts through the deafening silence, she swears she felt her heart stop a little before it started to go crazy 

“I…I can’t stay” Olga stammers and even if she looks ashamed of herself by her own confession she seems confident enough to want to go through it 

“What the hell are you talking about? Why?” Alexia is in disbelief, just a week ago they had received the news that their daughter didn’t have much time left to live and now Olga wants to leave

“I can’t do this Alexia” Olga pleads with her eyes watering a little, this seems to be breaking her as much as it’s breaking Alexia

“Okay, let's say you go through that door, what am I supposed to say to OUR daughter huh, how can you just leave, you carried her in your body, she grew up in your womb, how can you even think of leaving” Alexia expresses while trying to keep her anger at bay, she doesn’t want you to hear of what was about to happen

“BECAUSE I CAN’T WATCH HER DIE ALEXIA, THAT’S WHY” Olga’s resolve breaks and she starts shouting while her tears start to drop “she grew inside my body Ale…I felt her grow…I felt her kick for the first time” Olga says while pointing to herself with her hand “and that’s exactly why I’m leaving…I’m sorry if this is disappoint to you but…I just can’t watch her slip away while I have to stand by and do nothing” both of them were actively crying and Olga’s hands were even trembling while she holds her stomach 

"She's not dying" Alexia says with conviction trying to convince her to stay and fight with them

“Ale if I don’t leave…this is going to kill me too” Olga says while whipping her tears away, she tears her eyes away from Alexia and takes the handle of her suitcase and starts to walk towards the door, her friends follow silently behind her, the only thing between her and the door was Alexia

“You think this is easy for me” Alexia says trying with all her might to not shout, shouting wasn’t going to get her anywhere “she’s as much as my daughter as she is yours, you don’t think I also want to run far away and never look back?” she voices her intrusive thoughts that haven’t let her sleep for the past week “but then I look at her and she smiles at me and I know that I can’t because maybe she is going to die and there’s nothing I can do about it, but she is also going to have me by her side, she will die knowing that she is loved, that her mami didn’t just give up on her” Alexia whispers 

“We both know that you have always been stronger than me” Olga whispers back while whipping her tears away “I just…I don’t want to watch her waste away Ale, I wouldn’t be able to stand it”

“What do I say to Sunny when she asks about where her mama is” Alexia whispers and she feels her hands tremble so she opts to shove them into her sweats pockets, this was breaking her heart but she also knows that she can’t force Olga to stay

“I wrote a letter, so if you can read it to her please” Olga says while passing the paper to Alexia and she accepts it with trembling hands while she steps aside and locks her gaze into the ground “I’m really sorry Ale” Olga whispers before she walks towards the door

Alexia goes kind of numb, she stands there for what could've been seconds or even minutes, she doesn’t even register the door closing that signals that her girlfriend left permanently, she just stands there, but then she snaps out of it as she remembers you, her beautiful daughter, her baby that doesn’t understands what’s happening no matter how many times Alexia has tried to explain it

But she knows one thing, and it is that she can’t crumble now, she will need to be strong for herself and for you, she will be strong for you, she has to

The walk towards your bedroom feels endless until she’s face to face with your door, she sucks in a breath, steals herself and turns the handle to open the door

“Ale, I’m sorry” Alba says while she stands up from your bed and goes towards her but Alexia ignores her and goes towards you, you who are asleep, blissfully unaware that your mama had just left and that Alexia is your only parent from now on until you draw your last breath 

She gets in the bed and gathers you close towards her body, cradling you as if you were a newborn

“Everything is going to be okay Sunny” Alexia whispers “You will always have me, I promise” she kisses your head before closing her eyes and simply enjoy the moment while she still can, because she doesn’t know when she will no longer be able to hold you

....

“Mami will it hurt?” Alexia looks down towards her daughter who was looking up at her with curious eyes, Alexia has to try and not let the lump in her throat change her voice

“Maybe in the beginning, but only a little” She says in the best voice she can manage giving the circumstances while trying to give her daughter the best smile she can muster

“Okay” her daughter accepts her answer and goes back into cuddling her while they wait for her name to be called “I be brave like you” she has to bite back the tears that want to spill from her eyes so she just hugs her daughter tighter while praying that everything is alright and goes as planned

“Putellas” A nurse calls out a little later while walking towards the waiting room with a clipboard and a friendly smile

“That’s us sunny” Alexia whispers while letting her daughter down first and then getting up herself, she can feel a little hand immediately hatching towards hers and she only holds it tighter while they walk towards the nurse

“Come with me” Alexia and Sunny walk the halls towards the room that they’ll be seeing for a long time, the room is painted in a soft blue colour while having drawings of animals all over the walls, there are also the numerous chairs designed for the treatment and Alexia can see a lot of them being already occupied by other children with their parents while some others have privacy curtains drawn around them

Alexia can see her future right into that room, tired parents fighting along their child, the child suffering from the effects of the treatment and a lump forces its way into her throat

They are directed towards a free chair and told to leave her things into the side table while the nurse prepares the necessities

“Here is a gown for her to change into for the treatment” the nurse tells Alexia while giving her the gown so Alexia puts it on the chair “over there is changing room or I can draw the privacy curtains” Alexia nods to the latter option so the nurse does “I will just go and gather some stuff” when the nurse goes out Alexia looks at her daughter who is touching the fabric of the gown

“It has Bluey mami” Her daughter looks so excited about that and she can only force a smile

“They must have known you like her very much” Alexia says softly while caressing her daughters face “Come on let’s get you into it” it seems that the gown swallows her daughter whole “I love you sunny” it slips from her lips before she can stop it and her daughters just looks at her and cooks her head to the side with a smile

“Love you too mami” she feels her daughters arms curl around her legs while looking up at her with a toothy smile and she finds herself caressing her face softly

“Ok we are ready it seems” the nurse enters again with a box full of supplies that she leaves at a table while another nurse wheels in some equipment “Okay so mami can lie down and you little miss can lay with her” they do and Alexia positions her daughter how she was explained for the access

“Okay honey you’ll feel a light pinch and that’s it alright” Sunny nods towards the nurse “You can hold mami’s hand” Alexia makes sure her daughter does and then she feels the grip becoming tighter, she doesn’t say anything she just holds tighter until the nurse says so “Ok, the treatment is in, nothing should be going wrong, I’ll be back later in some time to check up on you” the nurse smiles at them before going out

“How are you feeling Sunny” Alexia asks her daughter some time later while caressing her back stopping just before she feels the gauze surrounding the place where the IV took place

“It feels weird mami” Alexia frowns at her daughters tired voice

“It doesn’t hurt right?” Alexia asks worried pulling a more comfortable position for her daughter to be in while being careful of the tubes around her body

“No mami, I tired” Sunny says while yawning

“It’s ok baby, you can sleep, I’ll be here the whole time” Alexia kisses Sunny’s head while her daughter just nods tired on her chest

Alexia doesn’t even know how to feel, she’s just incredibly overwhelmed right now but she’s sure of one thing, she’ll pass trough every treatment, every doctor’s visit just for her daughter to be alright, she just prays this works, it has to work

….

“Mami” Alexia turns around at the call and feels her heart plummet to her feet, in the kitchen’s doorway is her daughter who is holding some hair strands in her hand with a frown appearing on her face while confusion swims in her eyes

“Hey baby” she makes sure to keep her voice soft while kneeling in front of her kid, her kid who is already suffering collateral damage from her illness “we talked about this honey remember?” she makes sure to keep her voice soft while caressing her daughters face with a soft hand “Remember that doctor Garcia said that your hair may start falling out from the treatment”

“Can we cut it all away?” after a few seconds of silence Sunny finally whispers those words and Alexia feels sick

“We can baby” despite the pain soaring trough her heart she still smiles at her daughter, she doesn’t know why this is being so hard, she knew that her kid was going to start losing hair and that they would have to cut it at some point, it’s just, she wasn’t really ready for it to happen “Come on” she takes her daughters hand and they both walk towards the bathroom

There Alexia uses a stool and makes her daughter sit on it while grabbing a towel wrapping it around her daughter’s frame, she reaches towards the sink and grabs some scissors and the shaving machine that her sister bought some years ago

“Okay are we ready” she makes sure to keep her voice steady and not let her emotions out in the open, she watches as her daughter takes a deep breath while closing her eyes

“Ready mami” still her daughter keeps her eyes closed and Alexia can’t tell her to open them so she just grabs the scissors and with a steady hand she makes a ponytail with her hand while the other cuts it away

Strands of brown hair fall down to the ground just as her heart is breaking just some more, she takes a deep breath before turning the shaving machine on, and after a deep breath she brings the machine towards her daughter’s head and slowly and carefully starts shaving her hair away

With every place that starts going hairless Alexia feels her heart shatter more and more while tears slowly escape her eyes and form silent rivers of pain down her cheeks

“Ok Sunny, it’s all done” she says after a while having finished off for some time but still needing a couple of minutes pulling herself together

Slowly Sunny starts opening her eyes and when she finally does she takes a couple of seconds to examine her new look and then she looks towards the floor where her hair lays, tears start to build up in her eyes and her bottom lip starts to tremble at the sigh, she loved her hair, she was always up for trying new hairstyles but now it was all gone

“It’s okay baby” Alexia whispers softly while getting closer and hugging her daughter from behind “You still look perfect in my eyes” she says it with conviction

“Really mami?” Sunny asks with a trembling voice while one of her hands slowly creeps up towards her hair but falters just as she’s about to touch it

“Really baby, hair or no hair, you’re still perfect” Alexia uses one of her hands to slowly guide Sunny’s hand through her new hairstyle

“Feels weird” Sunny laughs a little when the little spikes of hair tickle her hand

“Yeah it does” Alexia laughs too and after thinking it for a while she makes a choice “you know what sunny, your hairstyle is so beautiful that I want it too” Sunny looks at her shocked but Alexia has made her mind up, she would shave her head too “Would you help me?” she asks with a grin

“Yes mami”

Slowly Alexia gets Sunny up while taking a seat across the stool and then sitting Sunny on her lap, she gives Sunny the machine and grabs her hand in hers, she starts the machine and then brings both of their arms towards her hair and they slowly start to get rid of her hair too

After a little while they finish and now both of them had buzzcuts on their heads, strands of blonde now accompany the brown strands on the bathroom floor

“See, how do I look?” Alexia asks after they finish

“Still beautiful mami” Sunny says while passing her hand on Alexia’s head

“See, now we’re both perfect”

....

Author's note: A little bit longer than usual, hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for more

[slightly-knot-insane]

I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEADING—NO BEGGING FOR MORE LANGUAGE BARRIER STUFF.

a/n: okay, okay! inspiration hit, here it goes! a little addition to this snippet. @bingeingtillie you asked to be tagged for this! content: angst, dark fantasy vibes (a bit of beauty and the beast, too?)

You are left imprisoned for who knows how long, and an invisible servant gives you food three times a day to keep you alive. Why? For how long? What are you punished for? You have food, water, and a comfortable place to sleep. But this is no life to live.

You wait for your opportunity. Once the next tray of food is pushed inside your room, you desperately wedge your leg to stop the door from closing. "Wait! What is going on? Let me out!"

The monster on the other side pushes your foot away so that they can close the door again. You bang on the door, screaming, but in the end, it's all futile. You lie on the floor and cry yourself to sleep.

At some point, the door opened again. You raise your head, alarmed, and see him - the one who tried to violate you. It's hard to read his expression. He closes the door behind him and kneels in front of you. Slowly, like you're an unfamiliar animal, he tries to touch your shoulder. You pull away, even though you are aware he might negatively react like the last time.

As you expected, he growls. But instead of doing something violent, he hides his face in his palms, his shoulders dropping. You can hear some words, too muffled to grasp. You bite your finger; he was rough the last time, but not exactly aggressive. Maybe he was trying to—

As quick as lightning, he grabs you by the wrist. You yelp, startled, and try to break free, but his fingers are too strong. However, instead of a cruel or bloodthirsty expression, there is a dejected one.

He pulls your hand onto his thick neck, just below his apple. His skin is hot under your fingertips, blood rushing through his arteries in fast beats. His hold on your wrist is strong, and he doesn't let you move away; he firmly presses your palm against his windpipe. You look at him.

He is... worried. Makers, is he scared of you? No, it can't be. Still, he grips your wrist adamantly, with anxiety in his eyes. There is something so... intimate about this. You are holding his neck like you want to hurt him, and he lets you. He seems so torn, so vulnerable. He doesn't fight or snarl; he's not angry with you. Is that what he's trying to tell you?

After swallowing hard, you take his other hand, so big and callused, unsure of what you're doing, and place it against your neck. You are now kneeling, facing and mirroring each other, in this delicate pose, like lovers. Something changes. He exhales before releasing your wrist. You do the same, and his knuckles gently brush against your jaw, down your shoulder, and arm before touching each of your fingers individually. There is an excited glimmer radiating from his alien face. Does he want you to... touch him?

You start playing with his fingers, just like he did, and move your hand further up his arm. He observes you patiently as you explore his strange body and muscles, and he doesn't object to anything you do. To the contrary, the more you do it, the more pleased he seems. As if your touch is magical, he removes pieces of clothes and fabrics to give you access to his skin. He is handsome, strong, so different than any human you've ever met. As if you are involved in a strange ritual, he is stripping before you, exposing himself.

Why is this exciting to you? Why do you feel warm? Why do you want to caress every part of him, no matter how obscene it seems? Especially now that his excitement is visible beneath his clothes.

"I think I know what you want from me," you say, and his ears perk up, "but I'm not sure I can give it to you." You pull back, hiding your fists against your chest, cowering from him.

The surprise, the disappointment, the sheer devastation break across his face. His clawed hand surges toward you, but stops once he sees something in your eyes. The monster's head falls down, and he snarls wildly, exposing his sharp teeth. His mighty wings flare out, covering your room from wall to wall, and he howls from anger. The next second, he's gone, his clothes abandoned on the floor of your cell.

But the door is left open...

[nicetrybuster]

warnings: none

Relationships: Luffy x reader

Caught!

Some things aboard the thousand sunny is meant to be a secret, who knew that secret was a whole relationship!

You were laying your chin on his chest hearing his unusual heart beat. You loved the way he relaxed around you, you traced circles over his heart, he giggled at the contact, rubbing your back and closing his eyes.

You hummed on his bed. "How long?"

"how long what?" He asked, sitting up to look at you

"is all of this going to be a secret?"

He shrugged his shoulders, indicating that it probably wouldn't be that long. "Wait... It was a secret?" He said surprised, You laughed at his innocence or maybe how stupid be was, you kissed his forehead anyway, expecting that...

"YOU DIDN'T KNOW?"

"NO..??"

"I THOUGHT YOU KNEW"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ??"

"BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU'D KNOW"

"WHY WOULD I KNOW"

"I DONT KNOW"

"ARE YOU MAD?"

"NO ?"

"THEN WHY ARE WE YELLING??"

You sighed and sat up, you literally thought that you had a little cute secret relationship with an emperor, but he didn't even know that this was a secret?? You snapped your head towards him to find him looking utterly confused,

And you laughed,

"why didn't I expect this?" You said in between giggles,

He started laughing too, still confused and dumbstruck

Soon some of the crew came into the room,

"you okay dudes?! Heard a bunch of yelling without me!!!" Franky said, not really striking his usual pose

You stopped laughing and looked over, and then some of the crew came in..

"do you still want it to be a secret?" Luffy said loud enough for everyone to hear

"what secret?" Zoro asked, leaning against the railing, the whole crew wasn't really here, only Franky, robin and zoro

"that we have a relationship!" Luffy said happily.

Silence

You hit Luffy on the head, "Luffy!" You said, slightly relieved that you don't need to explain much.

"what..?" This is the first time robin has ever been caught off guard and taken back, it's LUFFY for crying out loud! It's surprising enough that he was able to keep a secret anyway! Let alone a whole relationship

Zoro looked like his eye was about to bulge out of his socket, he then tried to act like 'he knew this all along' ...yeah no one believed him

Franky for ONCE took off his glasses. That should say enough.

They didn't know??

Luffy simply scratched his head sheepishly, "oops! Sorry!" Well at least this was actually expected,

"well, I guess it's true, we really are in a relationship" you did not want to deal with explaining this to the rest of the crew, you can leave it to mister snitch right next to you

"Yup!" Luffy said wrapping his arm around his shoulder

The rest of the night was to say at least chaotic, the only secret Luffy could ever keep, is a secret he didn't even know he was keeping. So I guess you were never really caught

Just found out.

THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE I LOVE HIM SOOOO MUCH SHENNDNKSJND

[demie90s]

Zumba Queen

MASTERLIST | MORE

UConn x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:During a chill team trip to the mall, reader mysteriously disappears—until Geno and the squad hear loud music coming from upstairs and find her leading a full-on Zumba class.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:Crack fic, comedy, team chaos, reader is unserious

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:Swearing, secondhand embarrassment, Geno does a forced two-step

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.4k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: “Where’s Y/N?” “WOO! LET’S GO, MARY BETH!” She’s doing Zumba with retired gym teachers and they adore her. Geno’s traumatized. Reader is thriving.

We were supposed to be bonding. Team trip. Little group outing. Something chill—mall stroll, food court snacks, maybe matching hoodies if Nika felt cute enough.

But of course, I disappeared.

One second we were walking past the pretzel stand. Next thing you know, I was gone.

“Where’s Y/N?” Geno asked, looking around like I’d wandered off in a storm.

“Wasn’t she right behind us?” Azzi said.

“She said she was thirsty,” Caroline muttered. “I think she lied.”

Then—before anyone could even panic—someone screamed across the second floor.

“YEAH LET’S GO, BABY! SHOW ’EM MARY BETH!”

Everyone froze. Eyes slowly drifted toward the railing above the escalator. And there I was.

In the middle of a mall Zumba class. Surrounded by a dozen elderly women in pastel tracksuits and orthopedic sneakers. Leading like I was born to do it. Arms up, hips going, shouting things like “Y’ALL FEEL THAT HEAT?! WOO! ACTIVE BODY, ACTIVE MIND!” while “Let’s Get Loud” blasted from a Bluetooth speaker.

The seniors? Eating it up. Sweating. Smiling. Following my every move like I was Beyoncé and this was opening night.

The team? Horrified.

“I’m gonna pretend I don’t know her,” KK mumbled, phone already out to record.

“Why is she so good at that?” Ice asked, genuinely impressed.

“She’s so unserious,” Nika said.

Geno just pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re not bringing her next time.”

And me? I didn’t even notice them watching.

Too busy living my best life with Dolores, Ruth, and Mary Beth, screaming “VIBE CHECK!” while clapping above my head like I was on a Zumba world tour.

Geno stormed up to the railing like he was gonna fix something.

“Y/N!” he yelled, loud as hell. “Let’s go! What the hell is this?”

I whipped around mid-hip swivel, sweatband crooked, whole chest heaving like I just got done with a set in a championship game. I spotted him over the top of the speaker and lit up.

“COACH!” I hollered. “WE MOVING OUR BODIES FOR JOINT HEALTH! WOOO!”

The class cheered. Dolores fist-pumped. Geno blinked like he forgot how to process information.

Azzi leaned over the railing, half laughing, half mortified. “Coach, I think they love her.”

“They do,” Nika said, still filming. “They’d fight us to keep her.”

And they weren’t wrong.

Because when Geno actually started marching toward the group like he was gonna pull me mid-lunge, Mary Beth stepped forward. Little pink headband, purple tracksuit, arms out like a damn bodyguard.

“She’s our instructor,” she said. “Give us five more minutes.”

Geno looked at her, then looked at me.

I just clapped to the beat and yelled, “COME ON COACH, DO A LITTLE TWO STEP! SHOW ’EM WHAT YOU GOT!”

The entire circle of elders turned to him. Waiting. Expectant. Terrifying. And Geno? This grown man? This Hall of Fame coach? He did it.

One half-assed two-step. Shoulders stiff. Jaw clenched. Eyes dead.

KK collapsed against the railing.

“I’m crying,” she said. “I’m actually crying.”

Azzi covered her face. “We are never going to another mall again.”

But I? I was thriving. Sweatband on. Heart full. Surrounded by old ladies screaming “GO Y/N GO Y/N” as I hit a final pose with Mary Beth.

And when Geno finally dragged me out, all I said was:

“Y’all got next week without me. They already booked me for Thursdays.”

[peachsayshi]

🩵

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) - dad gojo x reader

papa's scary face is how your daughter describes it. the difference when her usually bubbly, bright father morphs into somebody else. the expression he makes when she accidentally walks in on you and satoru having a serious argument. when she catches him coming home from work with his shoulders taut and his brows furrowed.

satoru's daughter is the light of his life - his little peace of heaven on earth. that's why he is so terrible when it comes to discipline (a lecture you constantly have to give him). she has never been on the receiving end of your lover's scary face. isn't familiar with the hardened muscles he express when serious, or notices the angry twitch of his jaw when frustrated.

it's rare, but these moments happen. satoru may possess godlike powers, but he's still inherently human. his very essence the same that make up you and your daughter.

you're surprised when you see her quietly tiptoe her way towards the sofa, towards you and her father. her energetic aura dwindled by silence. her bottom lip is tucked tightly between her teeth, her beautiful round eyes varnished with tears ready to fall.

satoru's face instantly drops with concern. his body immediately growing protective with his arm lightly slipping away from around your waist.

"you okay, mochi?" he asks sweetly, his brow quirking at her arms tucked behind her back.

you both know that she's hiding something.

"I did something bad" she says quietly, her worried voice so small it makes satoru spring to his feet to meet her halfway.

he crouches on his knees, his height daunting compared to hers. he lightly tugs at her frosty pigtail, and she sniffles ever so slightly to keep her brave face in place.

always trying to hold a strong front, just like her father.

"what did you do?" he asks with a gentle smile, watching her shift from one foot to the next.

" I..uhm...I was playing with your toys," she mumbles, unable to meet his gaze as she keeps her own firmly on her pattering feet. "I know they're yours. I know I have’ta ask first. I was tryna to be...uhm..."

"careful?" satoru completes, tilting his head in an attempt to make contact with his hesitant daughter who still hasn't figured out all her words just yet.

"yeh that..." she grumbles to reveal what's behind her hands.

you press your fingers against your lips when you see it.

satoru's favorite pair of sunglasses.

a limited edition pair from one of his favorite high fashion brands. he splurged a stupid amount of money of it. even kept the packaging because he hyper fixated on the details. the frame was extremely delicate, which is why he rarely wore it. but he gushed over it for almost a year since it's pre-release was announced.

his daughter, however, has a habit of sneaking into her father's room to steal one of the many pairs of shades that your lover wore. she enjoyed "modeling" them, and would flash poses in front of your bedroom mirror while sifting through his collection like they were treasure.

you and satoru have caught her doing this many times before, and while the both of you found it adorable, you realized that your daughter wasn't very careful when handling things.

she scratched the lens of another pair that belonged to her father. bent the temple of a second, which he hasn't been able to fix.

so, when satoru received these specific shades, the two of you sat her down to try and explain that she couldn't freely just loot around his stuff without asking for permission.

right now, those very shades where split into two in his daughter's hands.

satoru's jaw goes slack when he picks them up from her tiny palms, his cheeks tinting a slight red from surprise.

"im sorry, papa," she timidly begs, bringing her now empty hands to cover her eyes. her body heaves, you can see that she is trying really hard not to cry.

satoru allows the shock to settle for only just a minute, before he places the broken sunglasses by his side. there's something else that washes over him - relief.

he circles his arms around her wrists, tugging them away from her face but she keeps them fiercely in place. he chuckles with ease, shaking his head in disbelief as he loosens his grip to grab her waist and pull her into his frame.

"silly girl," he teases. "it's okay, papa's not mad, I promise..."

"but I didn't listen to what you 'n mama said-"

"I know," he sighs calmly, "and you know that was wrong, right? not to listen?"

she nods her head yes, her hands still covering her face.

"Eyes on me, grabby hands..." satoru lectures but she shakes her head no.

"Don't wanna see your scary face," she awkwardly admits, and you can't help but bite back a smile.

she's far too innocent to understand what those expressions. to young to acknowledge that they weren't always bad. that they were, in fact, normal. and that one day she will bare the cross of these complex emotions herself.

"scary face?" satoru huffs, "you think daddy has a scary face?"

she drops her hands to her side swiftly, revealing her guilt and wet cheeks. she furiously shakes her head no, taking in a large inhale as she wipes her face with the back of her hands.

it makes your heart ache watching her try to comprehend the weight of her small feelings.

"nu-uh," she reassures, "but-but sometimes..."

satoru kisses her plush cheek three times over to interrupt her eyes, "I am not mad at you, mochi," he consoles, "just promise you won't do it again."

"pinky swear!" she yelps as she searches for his long, slender digits. the relief brings the color back into her face, the pale sheet of white bloomed with a tiny blush. she hooks her pinky around satoru's, the size different so prominent, before eagerly wrapping her arms around his neck. "m'sorry, papa"

"it's okay, baby," he coos as he kisses her forehead.

the scene is heartwarming, and while satoru maintained his cool, you can still read the disappointment on his face.

the pair slip away from each other's arms, your daughter picking up the broken shades as she patters her way back down the hallway to give you both some privacy.

satoru gets up, his hand clutching his chest as he turns to give you a pathetically sad expression.

"how much does it hurt?" you tease, watching him drag his feet back to you.

you grumble when he collapses into your chest, burying his nose into your neck as he wraps his strong arms around your waist.

"this is the worst heartbreak of my life," he groans obnoxiously, and you raise your own brows in surprise.

"I thought our break up was the worst heartbreak you’ve experienced," you chide, twirling the strands of his soft hair between your fingers.

"seriously? you want to bring that up now? while I'm in mourning?"

you giggle when he sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh of your neck, nipping at your skin tenderly before exhaling with sorrow.

"ugh, she's got me wrapped around her fingers like taffy," he moans like he can’t believe his own defeat, "did you see her face? how can I even get mad?"

"I know, my love," you coo, consoling your own crybaby.

Minutes pass in silence before satoru finally ponders that, "maybe, I can find another pair online or something-"

"papa!" your daughter chirps, interrupting the moment as quickly as she graced it.

satoru untangles himself from your embrace, sitting upright to see her pigtails bouncing as she scampers towards you both. her steps hit the ground fast. he doesn't even have a chance to answer before she climbs on his lap, her eyes still a little glossy from shedding her tears. she wipes away the rogue strands of feathery hairs that stuck to her temple, before showing off what's in her hand.

"I fixed it for you," she beams, her face hopeful and optimistic.

Satoru picks up the glasses from between her fingers, noticing that she had used one of her washy tapes to stick the bridge back together.

It was blue, and had little ducks on it.

You can feel an eruption of laughter bubbling in your chest, but pure love bleeds through Satoru's eyes, completely moved by her gesture.

"Aww, mochi," he gently replies, tracing his thumb over the tape.

He arches forward to kiss her nose, while she seeks another embrace between mumbling into his ear that she loves him.

You simply melt by their side.

Satoru doesn't wear the glasses anymore, but he still keeps them. Bringing them out every once in a while to show his daughter that he still loves them.

Even though they sit quite lopsided on his handsome face.

[requests are closed]

[hazymoonlinh]

hey when your feeling up to and feeling better I have a request idea for mydei since we all love him, the trailblazer and dan heng came with the reader who's a female revolutionary leader who the astral express crew met and befriended and is sometimes accompanied by them. I was thinking that during the time they first arrived at amphoreus when the group got separated she protected some of the kremnos children and they end up taking a liking to her and follow her around like ducklings and she gets along with the other kremnos that are in okhema and mydei is witness to all of this

sorry if it's long I like to make sure my requests are detailed hehe

Was going through a lot rn, but I hope you enjoy this.

⸻

Amphoreus – Edge of Okhema

He hadn’t meant to linger.

After all, there was work to be done—strangers to monitor, remnants of the trial to secure, reports to deliver. But Mydei stood unmoving, arms crossed at the overlook, his crimson-amber eyes fixed on her like the sun had risen in the wrong part of the sky.

She walked below with children clinging to her like vines. Little Kremnos boys and girls, covered in dust, some crying, others laughing, all following her in that uneven, chaotic way only children could. They’d followed her ever since she shielded them during the sudden attack—tiny feet chasing the sound of her voice, the shape of her kindness.

She wasn’t one of theirs. Not a native. Not a Kremnos. And yet—

They called to her. Reached for her hand. Rested against her legs like she was home.

Mydei had seen her fight.

He had seen the fire in her eyes when she spoke of rebellion, of dreams greater than herself. He had watched her tear down an automaton twice her size with nothing but a blade and fury.

But this was different.

This was quiet.

This was gentleness without performance, without strategy. No war songs, no flags. Just her, kneeling to wipe tears from a child’s face. Just her, letting tiny hands tug her coat, letting dirt-streaked kids sit in her lap without hesitation.

And they loved her.

His chest ached.

He didn’t understand why.

Mydei had been worshipped before. Feared. Saluted. People bowed when he passed. But no one had ever rested near him like that. No one had ever run toward him because they felt safe.

He watched as one of the toddlers looked up at her, whispering something in Kremnos dialect. She leaned in, listening, smiling so gently it made his stomach twist.

She glanced up suddenly.

Her gaze found him.

Even from a distance, it struck him. She didn’t wave. Didn’t call out. She just smiled—like she knew he’d been there the whole time. Like she’d expected him to be watching.

He shifted, jaw tightening, unsure what to do with the warmth rising up his throat.

And then one of the children pointed up at him, squinting. Another called something and waved excitedly. The rest followed, small hands flailing in his direction, laughter ringing out.

He didn’t move. He couldn’t.

They liked him.

Fools.

But still… his hands, rough and calloused, dropped slightly from their rigid stance. His fingers curled against his palm.

No one had ever mistaken him for something safe.

She had.

And worse—he wanted to believe it.

…

Later.

She brought them to him like it was a casual stroll. No ceremony, no grand announcement—just a group of dusty, sun-tired children trotting beside her as if she were leading them into something sacred.

He was sitting by then, knee bent, arm resting on it, gaze distant. But the moment he saw her climbing with them in tow, his posture shifted—subtly, but enough. That quiet tension he always carried gave way to something lighter.

“Look who they asked for,” she said with a lopsided grin, gently nudging one of the younger ones forward. “Apparently, I’m the second favorite.”

The children ran to him without hesitation.

“Prince Mydeimos!”

“Did you see me today? I jumped over the rock like you showed us!”

“Will you do the lion pose again?”

“Can I braid your hair?!”

“Again?” he asked dryly, though his hand was already resting atop one of their heads. “The last time you tried that, I couldn’t get the knots out for a week.”

They laughed.

She laughed too—softer, amused. Watching as he let one of the girls drape herself across his arm, another try to mimic the stance he’d taught them, flexing tiny arms with all the seriousness in the world.

And Mydei—he smiled.

Not the slight, rare smirk he gave allies. This was unguarded. Gentle. He beamed, just a little, like he’d forgotten to hide it.

She saw it.

And he saw her seeing it.

For a moment, the teasing from the kids faded into background noise. Just him and her—eyes locked, her warmth suddenly overwhelming in a way the sun never could be.

He looked away, cleared his throat. “You’ve got dust all over your coat,” he muttered.

“I carried two of them uphill,” she said, brushing off her sleeve. “One of them drooled on me.”

“You didn’t complain.”

“I’m used to carrying things heavier than they look,” she replied casually, but the way she looked at him when she said it made the air catch in his throat.

The kids kept pulling at his hands, asking for a sparring pose or to sit on his shoulders, and he obliged them easily. It wasn’t that he liked kids—he loved them. Their honesty. Their rawness. Their way of seeing through things.

But what shook him now wasn’t them.

It was her watching him like he was something rare.

Like he wasn’t just a warrior. Or a revolutionary. Or a titan-blooded force meant to shatter.

Like he could be good.

“You’re not just good with them,” she murmured as she sat beside him, brushing a hand over one of the children’s heads. “You make them feel brave.”

His mouth twitched. “They’re already brave. Just need someone to remind them.”

“You remind me too,” she said, quietly. Not a performance. Just truth.

And that—that—nearly unmade him more than any blade ever could.

The children eventually leaned against him, half-asleep, soothed by his presence like it was something instinctual.

She sat close, shoulder brushing his.

“…Stay,” he said suddenly, low, voice thick with something he wasn’t ready to name.

She didn’t answer right away.

She didn’t need to.

She leaned just a little more into his side.

And Mydei… Mydei closed his eyes.

The lion finally rested.

[bradleysass]

eye - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 464

"Without cheating, what color are my eyes?"

Evan's voice was playful, teasing, as he lay on the couch, one leg draped dramatically over the armrest like he was posing for a Renaissance painting. His hands were firmly over his face, hiding everything from his hairline to the tip of his nose.

Barty, who’d just walked in with two iced coffees and a plastic-wrapped croissant Evan would pretend he didn’t want, stared.

“What?” Barty asked, setting the coffees down. “What kind of trap is this?”

“No trap,” Evan said, muffled. “Just a test. Without cheating, what color are my eyes?”

Barty narrowed his own eyes. “Why are you like this?”

Evan didn’t answer, which meant he was smiling under his hands. Probably that slow, smug smile that made Barty want to ruin his whole afternoon.

“Move your hands,” Barty said, already stepping closer.

“Nope. You have to know.”

Barty stood above him and made a show of thinking, tapping his chin, shifting his weight, tilting his head. “Well,” he said slowly, “they’re a kind of... mystical brown. Earthy. Like—like expensive wood floors.”

“Wood floors,” Evan repeated flatly.

“Designer wood floors,” Barty added, grinning.

Evan laughed. “Wrong.”

“What do you mean wrong? I live with you. I’ve stared into your soul and watched you cry during Paddington 2. I know your eyes.”

“Clearly not,” Evan said, voice still amused. “I’ve told you like, a dozen times. They’re hazel.”

Barty leaned over and tried to pry Evan’s hands away. “You lie to me all the time. You told me you didn’t finish the cookies I baked.”

“I didn’t want to admit it because I ate all of them in one night and got a stomach ache.”

Barty succeeded in swatting one hand away. Evan kept his eyes scrunched shut, smiling like an idiot.

“You’re being unfair,” Barty said, poking at his cheek. “What if I said without cheating, what’s my middle name, huh?”

Evan lifted the other hand just enough to peek through one eye. “Bartholomew.”

Barty scowled. “That’s not even true.”

“No,” Evan said, sitting up and reaching for one of the coffees, “but it should be.”

Barty sat beside him with a heavy sigh and stole a sip of his drink. “Your eyes are hazel with flecks of green and gold. Sometimes they look dark in the evenings when you’re tired. I just like calling them brown to annoy you.”

Evan blinked at him, quiet for a second. “Okay,” he said softly. “That was actually kind of romantic.”

Barty shrugged, then leaned in. “I’m full of surprises.”

Evan smiled and rested his head on Barty’s shoulder. “Name one.”

“I knew your eye color.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did. I just… strategically pretended not to. For the drama.”

Evan snorted, shaking his head. “You’re the worst.”

[gracie-eilish]

fall-ing…

pairing: up and coming singer!reader x billie

warnings: small mentions of pain, blood, and a teensy ankle injury. tw: men. otherwise fluff

an: but of course i had to write a met gala fic‼️ let’s all pretend it’s still monday.. and that billie went last night (ik she had a show, ik!!)

The Met Gala sparkles different when you’re finally on the inside. That first step onto those infamous steps feels like being lifted into a dream, one stitched together with diamonds, chiffon, and centuries of fashion’s wildest imaginations. You could feel the thrum of it in your bones. The adrenaline, awe, and terror all tangled into one.

You adjusted your posture and stepped out of the town car, your custom gown trailing behind like fog rolling down a hill. It was light, iridescent… and just a little too long.

The cameras exploded.

You flinched for a heartbeat, but then, showtime. You remembered the advice and tips: smile soft but confident, wave like royalty, shoulders back. You’d practiced this in hotel mirrors and airport bathrooms, in daydreams where this moment always belonged to you.

You posed at the base of the steps, hands delicately brushing your waist, letting your beaded dress shimmer under the flashes. Your lips curved into a half-smile, your eyes slowly scanning the crowd of journalists and celebrities, searching for him; your “boyfriend” set up for publicity. And what great publicity he was making… nowhere to be found.

He was supposed to be here already. He said he’d meet you at the entrance. But the staircase stretched in front of you like an endless runway, and he was nowhere.

Across the carpet, Billie Eilish had just stepped out of her car. She paused beside the press barricade, momentarily shielded by her team. She didn’t know why she looked your way, but the second she did, it was impossible to look away.

You. Alone. Backlit making your way up the steps, like something painted. The way your dress clung to you in waves of pearlescent fabric, how your expression wavered for a second between fairy-tale elegance and raw uncertainty.

“Who is that?” Billie asked quietly, not taking her eyes off you.

Her publicist glanced up, distracted. “Not sure. Some new singer, I think? She’s not on our list.”

But Billie didn’t care about lists. She watched you like you were a constellation just beginning to glow.

You turned, brushing the hair from your face. Still no sign of him. You murmured, more to yourself than anyone, “Where the hell is he…”

Then you stepped forward, beginning your climb up the grand staircase. One step, then another.

And then it happened.

The toe of your heel caught in the front hem of your gown. It snagged, hard. You pitched forward, grabbing at air. Your knee hit the step with a sharp crack, and your ankle twisted painfully beneath the full weight of you and your dress.

There was a collective gasp. Not the kind that ends in clapping like Lady Gaga’s infamous dress change or Zendaya’s light up gown.

Flashbulbs went wild.

You felt the sting of it instantly, pain, and something worse; Humiliation. You tried to sit up, pushing the hair out of your face, your expression frozen in that horrible in-between: do I laugh? Do I cry?

No one moved. No one rushed over. Until she did.

Billie’s heels tapped fast against the steps as she moved, brushing past security, her team calling behind her. “Billie, wait—the carpet, we have a window—”

She ignored them.

You saw her before she reached you. That unmistakable face, porcelain skin, dark brows furrowed in concern. She crouched beside you, the tulle of her own dress spilling around her like fog.

“Hey, hey… are you okay?” she asked, breathless.

“I… I think I—my ankle.” You winced, swallowing hard. “I tripped.”

“No kidding,” she said gently, her voice low, trying to make you smile while she helped you sit down fully. “It looked like you were trying to fight gravity and lost.”

You let out a dry laugh, your lip trembling. “And I just killed the Met carpet. I’m gonna be that girl now.”

“Stop. Don’t even go there,” she said, already peeling back the edge of your dress to look. “You’re bleeding a little on your knee… and your ankle—shit. That’s swelling fast.”

You flinched. “It hurts.”

“Of course it does,” she murmured. “You went down hard.”

Your publicist appeared at that moment, finally, but only long enough to pull off your heels and replace them with some emergency matching flats your stylist had in case. Quickly and coldly, she got you standing again. “You’re blocking the steps, sweetheart. Wrap this up and get moving, okay?” she muttered before disappearing again.

You blinked in disbelief. “Wow. Okay.”

Billie gave her a long, cold stare. “Nice. Real nurturing.”

You looked at Billie again, your voice quieter now. “I feel like an idiot. This is… this is the worst.”

She met your eyes. “It’s not. It’s not even close. You’re still standing.”

“Barely.”

“You want to lean on me?” she asked. “I’m serious. I’ve got you.”

You hesitated. “I don’t want to ruin your moment.”

“Trust me love,” she said, slipping her arm around you, “you already made mine.”

That made your breath catch.

The paramedics arrived moments later guiding you safely off to the side, but Billie stayed with you the entire time. She kept glancing toward your ankle as they wrapped it, occasionally asking questions for you when you were too dazed to respond.

“You don’t have to stay,” you finally said, biting your lip. “You totally missed the carpet. I’m not… I’m not worth that.”

She blinked. “Don’t say that again.”

You paused.

She added, “You’re more than worth it. I’ve seen people trip and lose their cool. You? You got up. In a literal gown and heels. On camera. That’s power.”

You laughed under your breath. “Thanks. My publicist’s going to have a stroke.”

“Let her,” Billie smirked.

Once you were cleared to stand, Billie helped you up. Her touch was careful, warm. She gathered your train in one hand and took your elbow with the other.

“We’re going up together,” she said. “Slow and steady.”

You managed a shaky smile. “Okay.”

Step by step, she helped you ascend, ignoring the cameras still watching, ignoring her handlers waving from below. Her only focus was you.

At the top, the glass doors glowed like the entrance to another world.

And that’s when he appeared.

Your “boyfriend”. Perfect hair. Custom tux. Phone still in hand.

“There you are,” he said, not even noticing your limp. “I was looking for you inside.”

“No, you weren’t,” Billie muttered under her breath.

He turned to her. “And who are you?”

“She’s someone who actually showed up,” you said sharply.

He blinked, then reached for your hand. “Ready to go in?”

You looked at Billie. For a second, you saw the faintest flicker of disappointment in her eyes. She was already stepping back, creating distance.

But you grabbed her hand, soft and gloved.

“I’ll find you in there,” you said, holding her gaze. “Promise.”

She didn’t smile, not fully. But her fingers squeezed yours before letting go. “I’ll be waiting.”

And as your boyfriend led you through the glass doors, you didn’t look back.

But you could feel it—her eyes still on you. That flicker of something real. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Something worth tripping for.

And Billie on the other hand, her heart was racing… and she didn’t even know your name.. yet.