#the paparazzi r always after him

[froglover7789]

do we think luke has like a fan club in the rebellion and new republic? like do we think he has stans? like. hes gotta have stans. youre gonna tell me that if you heard that One Guy lowkey saved the whole of the galaxy from imperialism ppl wouldnt already fangirl over him? and then its revealed hes this cutie patootie twunk with fuck me eyes and you STILL think ppl wont fangirl???? think of the fancams! the edits!

[moonlightwritingf1]

The weight of the spotlight | LN4

💥 summary ━━━━━━━ Lando and Y/N go public with their relationship, but media scrutiny overwhelms her. Criticized for not smiling or posing for photos, she finds comfort in Lando’s unwavering support, knowing they can face it together.

💥 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

💥 word count ━━━━━━━ 1.5k

It had been just over a year since Lando Norris and Y/n officially became a couple. Their relationship was kept under wraps for most of that time, and only a select few knew about their romance. But after months of private dates, quiet weekends, and secret trips, they decided to make their relationship public. The decision came not from a place of pressure but out of a desire to be more open about the happiness they had found in one another.

For Lando, the decision to go public with Y/n had been easy. He was tired of sneaking around and hiding their affection. Y/n had been supportive through the ups and downs of his racing career, and she deserved to be recognized as his equal. As a result, after a casual yet intimate announcement on social media, their relationship was out in the open. It was exhilarating for both of them, but it also came with an unexpected consequence.

From the moment the media caught wind of their relationship, Y/n was thrust into the public eye. The floodgates opened, and photographers, journalists, and fans alike were eager to capture every moment of the couple. It was exciting at first, and Y/n tried to embrace it for Lando’s sake. After all, being with him meant she was part of the F1 world now, a world filled with flashing cameras, curious fans, and constant scrutiny.

But the attention soon became overwhelming.

At the first few races that Y/n attended to show her support for Lando, she did her best to smile when cameras captured her. She knew that being in the paddock, around the drivers and their teams, meant a certain level of exposure. But no matter how much she tried, something about it felt unnatural. The flashes, the shouts of photographers, the sudden pressure to be “on” all the time—it wasn’t her.

The criticism started subtly at first, with some comments here and there on social media. It wasn’t until after the third race weekend that the noise became deafening.

“You’d think Lando could do better than this,” one tweet read. “She never smiles. Is she even happy?”

Another comment, posted under a paparazzi photo, read: “Y/n looks so miserable. Smile for the camera, hun.”

And then, it started to snowball.

“Why does she refuse to take pictures with fans? Does she think she’s too good for them?”

Y/n’s refusal to pose for photos with fans in the paddock had always been a point of contention. While she understood that Lando’s fans were enthusiastic and kind-hearted, she never felt comfortable being asked for selfies every time she walked through the busy race venue. She wasn’t the one with the fans, and as far as she was concerned, her personal time was just that—personal.

But the backlash grew. Fans began to call her rude. Entitled. Unappreciative of the opportunities her relationship with Lando afforded her. The media had a field day with her lack of smiles. Every time a photographer captured her walking with Lando or simply standing beside him in the paddock, the headlines were almost always the same: “Lando’s Girlfriend: Always Serious, Never Smiling.” Some outlets went so far as to suggest that Y/n was intentionally sabotaging Lando’s public image.

It was a Friday afternoon, and they had just arrived at the Belgian Grand Prix. Y/n had been to a few races by this point, and while she was more used to the frenzy, the incessant flashes of cameras still made her anxious. She was still adjusting to the idea that she was now part of Lando’s world in such a public way. As they walked hand-in-hand through the paddock, Y/n was immediately surrounded by photographers.

“Y/n! Lando! Over here! Smile for the cameras!” one of the photographers yelled.

Y/n tried her best to remain composed. She knew that it wasn’t Lando’s fault, that he had no control over the photographers or the paparazzi. But she couldn’t help but feel exposed. She hadn’t asked for this. She hadn’t asked to be put in the limelight simply by virtue of being with him.

Lando sensed her discomfort, and he immediately squeezed her hand, gently pulling her closer to him. “Don’t let them get to you,” he whispered, his voice a comforting reminder of the love they shared.

But the cameras continued to click relentlessly. Lando, ever the professional, smiled and waved at the photographers, but Y/n remained stoic. She had learned not to smile for the sake of it. To her, it felt like a performance, and she didn’t want to put on an act just to appease the expectations of others.

The weekend only escalated from there. Every time they were photographed, the headlines were the same: “Lando’s Girlfriend Refuses to Smile,” or “Why Won’t Y/n Take Pictures with Fans?”

It reached a boiling point during a press conference. Lando was answering questions from journalists about the upcoming race. As usual, there were a few questions about her, and it was clear that the media wanted to know more about her and her “attitude” toward the constant attention.

One journalist, seemingly fed up with the idea that Y/n wouldn’t smile, asked pointedly, “Lando, do you think your girlfriend could work on smiling more? It’s hard to like someone who looks so miserable all the time.”

Lando’s response was swift and unwavering. “I don’t think she needs to smile for anyone but herself. Y/n is not here for the cameras. She’s here to support me and enjoy the race. If she’s not smiling, it’s because she doesn’t feel like it, and that’s perfectly fine.” He turned to the journalist, his voice firm but calm. “She’s a person, not a prop for your photo opportunities.”

The room fell silent. The journalists exchanged glances, but they knew better than to challenge Lando when he was in defense mode.

Over the next few days, the criticisms continued. Online forums, news articles, and even some fans in the paddock kept calling Y/n out for her “attitude.” They didn’t understand why she wouldn’t smile. Why she wouldn’t take a picture with every single fan who asked.

But Lando continued to defend her at every turn.

On race weekends, he would take to social media to post a message of support for Y/n. “She doesn’t owe anyone a smile or a photo,” he would tweet. “She’s here to support me, not be a circus act for your entertainment.”

The support from Lando was unwavering, but even he couldn’t stop the online hate. It became more than just a matter of photographers and fans—it was now a battle in the court of public opinion. And Y/n couldn’t help but feel the weight of it all.

One evening, after a particularly brutal round of online criticism, Y/n sat in the hotel room, staring at her phone. Lando was out at dinner with some of the team members, and she found herself scrolling through comment after comment.

“I hate how she treats Lando. She never smiles. She’s so selfish.”

“She looks like she doesn’t even care about him.”

Y/n felt tears welling up in her eyes. Why couldn’t they understand? She loved Lando more than anything in the world. But the constant pressure to perform for the cameras, to always be happy for the sake of others, was draining her.

When Lando returned to the hotel, he immediately noticed her red-rimmed eyes. He sat beside her on the bed, his hand gently resting on her back.

“What’s going on, babe?” he asked softly.

Y/n shook her head, trying to brush off her emotions. “It’s just… It’s just a lot sometimes.”

Lando didn’t need her to explain further. He already knew. He had seen it all—the criticism, the constant online hate, the pressure on her to smile and perform. And he hated it.

“Y/n,” he began, his voice full of conviction, “you don’t owe anyone anything. You don’t owe the photographers, the fans, or the media a single thing. You’re here with me because you want to be, not because you have to be. And if you don’t want to smile, then don’t smile. If you don’t want to take a picture with someone, then don’t.”

Y/n looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and gratitude. “But it feels like everyone expects me to be someone I’m not. I can’t make them understand.”

“I know, babe,” Lando said, kissing the top of her head. “But they don’t get a say in who you are. Only we do.”

And for the first time in a long while, Y/n felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She wasn’t alone in this. Lando had her back, and that was all that mattered.

As they sat together in the quiet of the hotel room, Y/n knew that it wouldn’t always be easy. The scrutiny would never truly stop, but as long as Lando was by her side, she would face it with strength.

Together, they were a team. And that was all that mattered.

[ihopeiexplode]

“I got my hopes up! :(”

. What if streamerboyfriend! Sukuna started dating you during your modeling career?

. A/N: I gave up half way and felt lazy and I also didn't know what the title should be

. Og post

. Streamer!Sukuna:

who found out about you by accident, you were running away from a bunch of paparazzi only to accidentally bump into Sukuna!! Before he could curse you out he saw the hoard of people after you and took the hint you were probably someone famous,

. Streamer!Sukuna:

who might've gained a tiny crush on you!! I mean who wouldn't right?

. Streamer!Sukuna :

who told his stream about his encounter with you thinking nothing much of it until the whole chat box flooded with people being shocked,

. Background character (1): "no way?? As in THE y/n l/n??

. Background character (2): "I'm all for supporting you but I doubt you could even have a chance.🙏🙏"

. Background character (3): "Real honestly!!!"

. Background character (4): "I'm right here but ok!"

. Streamer!Sukuna:

Who was surprised you actually knew him when you happened to DM him on a Friday night

. "Helloo your Sukuna aren't you?"

. "yeah what about it"

. "Nothing I just thought u looked familiar when I bumped into you last week"

. "Is that all??"

. "Uhh yes??..."

. "ok bye

. Streamer!Sukuna

Who acts like he hates you but when he really doesn't... Whenever the topic of you gets brought up during one of his streams his face would immediately go red with a noticeable scowl while doing so

He doesn't like you.

Totally!!!

. Streamer!Sukuna

Who coincidentally just happened to be everywhere you are!!!

Does he stalk your Instagram? Yes

Does he read twitter updates about where you're going? Yes

Does he read anything that has something to do with you? Yes

Does he look like a weird obsessed stalker? Yes!!

But so you fall in love with him because he seems like your knight and shining armour? Also a yes!! (by this I meant that he's coincidentally always there when paparazzis are!! And plus he does a way better job helping you during a paparazzi ambush instead of your dumb lazy sloppy bodyguards)

. Streamer!Sukuna

Who's surprised that you actually accepted his dumb little confession, he meant to do it as a joke at first, and plus why would you accept it anyway? Out of all the confessions, love letters, and gifts you get from other guys, you choose him?

. "This might sound stupid but uhm, I like you..."

. "Wait really? I like you too!!"

. "???"

Over text too...

Bonus+

. Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna

Who hates when you get those "put your boyfriend on a leash" comments whenever he acts too aggressive

[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

Permanent Taglist: @megumisfave

[ioniansunsets]

i discovered your blog today and i have a scenario in mind that i have to share with you!

could you write a Heartsteel!Kayn request with K/DA!reader? — headcanons, fic or even the two of them talking on discord; it could be anything! — if you want to ignore it, i will understand, dear.

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn with K/DA!Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.1k

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: I'm also going with headcanon of the idol thing where they try not to get caught in public together to avoid gossip but people somehow ship you guys and speculate anyway teehee ITS CUTE!!!!! I'm also pretending you guys got together after he joined Heartsteel so its after he got removed from his old band.also PARANOIA DROP IN 10 HOURS LETS GO TEAM!!!!!!!! I LOVE HEARTSTEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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xxxx On Tour xxxx

-  It sucked so bad! It was touring season and the both of you guys were busy. All your time together were quick video calls over Discord and sporadic updates via message. It wasn't a secret to your bandmates at least so your respective bands did try their best to give you space. Quiet moments in dressing rooms to call each other were now your small moments of peace between practice sets and live shows.

- Somehow still finding ways to love each other apart. Kayn getting Akali to buy you some chocolates from him. You pleading Alune to help you send Kayn some flowers after his show. (She's a sucker for romance so she lovingly helps you.) Or the way he would spend money getting someone to deliver dinner to you after a long show.

- If only one of you guys are touring, the other totally pays and watches all the livestreams and tries to pop by to shows! You're performing 3h from him? He's begging your manager to let him drop by. Waiting for you backstage to congratulate you on your hard work.

- If you're the one waiting for Kayn backstage he always visibly lights up. He tries to look cool and badass on stage but when its after a good show, seeing you wave at him in the halls, his heart soars! He runs over, pulling you in for a tight hug. " Did you hear me! I was good today wasn't I!" He'd smile proud, giving you a kiss as he fishes for compliments. There is no approval he craves more than your own.

- The other boys are surprisingly nice about it, no one really makes fun of Kayn for being so excited to see you (other than Ezreal). They treat you as one of the band, giving you VIP passes to pop by their shows. And you do the same for them! When possible you slip their manager some VIP tickets to your show for them to sneak in. A mutual understanding from both groups to protect you and Kayn from media.

- Pre-debut Heartsteel, Kayn has also went to almost all your shows, front row every time and surprisingly he always tries to match you hair color for the tour. You have bright blue for tour? So does he. Its blonde now? He's the same. Kayn just thinks its kinda cute to safely match with you in someway shape or form, it is just a small thing that paparazzi wouldn't pick up on so easily since so many other fans do it too.

xxxx Off Stage xxxx

- A supportive power couple, you two help each other out with band activities off stage. You aid him when he practices singing. Kayn giving you tips on how to get keep a good rhythm in your verses, and is also a personal cheerleader for dance practices. You'd help him get connections to other companies that K/DA has collabed with, trying to help Heartsteel succeed! Kayn helps out in his own ways too, sometimes playing tunes in his room for you to sing to. It is all really sweet.

- When he drops by your studio its adorable, it was before Heartsteel's debut and shortly after the peak of KD/A's release. Kayn trying to hide from paparazzi for your sake as he sneaks in through the back. Always in a different cap and sunglasses that he stole from Ezreal, he would wait in the practice room, sitting in a corner and cheering whenever you successfully get a dance move down. The other members don't seem to mind him much, he's now a common presence in the studio. The other girls seem fond of him, happy that you have someone so supportive by your side.

- You try to do the same between your busy training schedule too. Dropping by Kayn's place during band practice evenings, Yone always being the one to let you in since Kayn always sleeps in late. You'd bring snacks and a discerning ear. Your feedback being super useful as you're one of the few people Kayn actually listens to. What Aphelios or Sett say would take multiple attempts and a lot of effort to get through to Kayn, as such, the rest of the gang keep trying to get you to push him to not try to squeeze a "totally sick line" into the rap bridge.

- He doesn't show it off but Kayn has all your merch, you offer to give it to him but he refuses, something about manly pride and supporting his partner, he will spend his own money and time fighting with other fans to buy your merch. A lightstick by his bed, your album on his shelf. A limited edition photocard safely stacked in a top loader on his table (he doesn't have a wallet or else he would totally bring it around.)

- You do the same for him, as one of Heartsteel's first fans you own some of their original merch, simple tees with just their logo, a average blank CD with " Paranoia KAYN MIX" scrawled on in messy marker, they are all your treasured possessions. Kayn even let you keep some of his guitar picks, you have one with a hole punched in as a necklace that you wear when apart from him. Your one secret? You have CDs from when he was in his old band, only the album that he was included in of course, but you don't bring up how you were secretly a fan from his early career. - Sometimes you guys try to go out on dates, risky but fun! 3am walks at the beach, alone together as he plays the acoustic guitar for you by the waves as you sing. Expensive private room dinners at secluded restaurants, walking in, both of you with your hair temporarily dyed black with hair spray dye to try and avoid attention. Small things. Fun things. - It was a little embarrassing when rumors first circulated. Fans somehow finding it cute that Heartsteel can be seen at your shows or how sometimes K/DA gets spotted backstage at Heartsteel concerts. They started to ship members together and when a photo of Kayn looking at you with a soft loving smile was snapped, the internet went wild! *Isn't it cute how they can get Kayn to smile that way!* *Ah! It should be me I want to be them so bad!!!!* Kayn would never admit it to you but he likes all the TikTok video edits of the two of you together, he thinks its really cute unironically.

[councilofcastamere]

THE PARTY AND THE AFTERPARTY | KIM TAEHYUNG X ACTRESS!READER

a b r i d g e m e n t : Y/N Y/L/N, South Korea’s rising starlet, is glamour itself. Everything in her might shines, and outside of it isn’t her problem.

She knows that if the nation were to know about her affair with Kim Taehyung, South Korea’s notorious blues singer, and most sought after bachelor, all of that will overshadow all that she did. All that she accomplished.

So, this love affair only happens at night. Swift kisses and gone by the morning.

A / N : just a quick scribble,, enjoy it though

You sat at the small hotel room, long legs outstretched by the small coffee table. Your gentle hands fiddled with the small telephone cord, the ring prevalent to your ears.

You considered picking up to him. To hear his gentle words, his conniving suggestions.

After all, the reason you were in this cramped hotel room was him. Only him.

You both couldn’t have afforded to let your house be the house where these rendezvous took place. The paparazzi and press were nothing but mosquitoes, flying around all over the hills and all over the neighbourhood.

So you settled on this small motel. It was cheap, but not too cheap. Too cheap is where all the trashy stars went who didn’t care if they got caught or not.

It was clean, but it wasn’t exactly five star service.

You signed under the name ‘Miss Kennedy.” You loved that name. You loved the Kennedy’s. An American dynasty.

“Miss Kennedy…” you mumbled into the phone, close to your lips. “That’s what I’m signed as.”

“I’ll come to you.” his quiet words promised, as you could hear the sound of a running car. “I miss you like hell. I swear, it’s eating at me the more I think about it.”

A small smile graced your lips.

“I missed you too.” you mumbled, already managing to sneak a cuban cigar into your mouth. “I miss that little frown you do.”

“I miss that little pose you do.” he counters, smiling. “The way you always push your knees to your chest when you sit. It’s like you curl up into a ball.”

You only chuckled into the phone.

“Come here quick, before I change my mind.” you whispered, smiling fondly.

You glanced at the black dress thrown over the mirror, a grin on your lips.

“And trust me.” you smiled, your thumb stroking the black phone. “You do not want that.”

“…stay the fuck there.” he answers, his voice firm. “Trust. I’m at your door in five.”

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

You know Taylor swifts vault track? How some are really sad. What do you think Spencer’s and the BAU’s reaction would be to the reader once feeling like that

spencer x famous!reader universe

i love hearing what you guys have to say, so i encourage you if you have asks or headcannons that you wanna share please do!

i think after Penny met Y/n and hung out and became close friends (this would be roughly 2016) she definitely started listening to 1989 songs differently. Like 'Clean' and 'Blank Space' before were some favourites, but hearing how Y/n talks about that time, and seeing how paparazzi and the public treat her. it tainted that.

fast forwarding a bit, when Y/n is writing 'folklore' and 'evermore' and Spencer would hear her writing, or when she would finish a song and show him. he was definitely a little concerned, about her with hearing 'mirrorball' or 'this is me trying' and also concerned about their relationship, thinking that 'tolerate it' was about him. but Y/n lets him know it's not about him.

also i want to talk about 'peace' Spencer's reaction is adorable. Y/n sits him down to show him the song she had finished. and when she's done Spencer just immediately hugs her, telling her that 'it is enough, it's all he wants' and the team listening to that song is also feeling the same and tells her 'that they don't care, and that she can't control that stuff' meanwhile Emily is stuck on that 'give you a child' line.

and thinking about midnights a lot of songs have the team heartbroken, that their bubbly, funny girl has been felt feeling like that. i think particularly it's 'You're on your own, kid' and 'Would've, Could've, Should've' hating that she once (or still does sometimes) feel that way. but Y/n being herself will always deflect from the questions about her songs, only really telling Spencer (and her mom) about those type of songs.

(also just noticed i haven't actually covered any vault tracks. sorry! i hope this is kinda what you wanted! ❤️)

[midnight--sadness]

(k-pop idol AU anon) hewwo~ i'm back again ◝(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) ◜♡ first of all, YES TO GEUMJA BEING GIHUN'S MANAGER. YOUR GALAXY BRAIN! I LOVE IT! and you know youngsik said this in an interview and none of his bandmates believed him... you mean it's such a small world, that his mom was thee gihun's manager? sure, pal. but once he's proven right he will never shut up about it hahaha! oh and back then when geumja found out that her husband was cheating on her, you know gihun would 100% support her in beating up that good for nothing man ৻(  •̀ ᗜ •́  ৻)

secondly, yes yes yes inho as a rapper! r&b and rap is an iconic duo. inhun giving aaliyah & dmx vibes~ anyways, let's continue where we left off~ ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

i don't think inhun would be able to make things official during their tour. yeah they do feel the love and find comfort in each other, however everytime they're about to confess they're always interrupted by ilnam, the assistants, fans, or the stage crew. it saddens them both, but the show must go on... (˶˃⤙˂˶)

after this, gihun and inho try to keep contact as much as they can! this is the 90's so they have payphones or pagers/beepers. they can't meet in person because of the crazy paparazzi, and also the reputation of the record label must always be in focus. they feel very frustrated over having  to repress their feelings. on top of all that, inho feels like he's going crazy whenever a award show host or a backup dancer gets way too close or comfortable with gihun. "unhand him, you heathens." he seethes (҂ `A´) ︻╦̵̵̿╤──. inho knows they're not even in a relationship, but that doesn't mean anyone can put their filthy paws on the world's most precious pearl named gihun. though... it appears that the heavens might have blessed them with a rare chance to finally see each other.

both guys were in the same building for song writing sessions and meetings, but they were in different rooms. they had no idea about this until they saw each other in the hallway. inho and gihun had to practically beg ilnam and geumja to let them spend at least 25 minutes together, they promise that nobody will know. inho and gihun brought up that if they can't get to release their pent up energies, it will impact their performances and the label's profits negatively. that's how the music executive and the manager agreed to let the two of them be for a while and do their thing lol

cue makeout session in a secluded corner ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) inho holding on to gihun's waist for dear life, afraid of losing him again. whilst kissing they finally reveal to each their true feelings, a heavy weight lifting off their chests. they're boyfriends now! ♡〜٩( ˃▿˂ )۶〜♡ inho's hand travels down to gihun's crotch area, delighted to find his soft mound and getting to feel the puffy folds. right now they don't have much time and can't get too messy because of their schedules, but they're more than satisfied with almost devouring each other and handjobs. one day they will finally get to go on a short hiatus and take weeks off everything. they will find a private soundproof room and have marathon sex all day all night ( • ᴗ - ) ✧ gihun would still have to take birth control pills though, just to be safe.

but before that happens! they're making hits after hits, their little intimate session in the building proved to make them better at their job. they were glowing, too.

meow (≽^•⩊•^≼) tune in for part 3 in which it will be about gihun announcing his retirement from music  industry in 2011-ish, followed by inho doing the same, them revealing their relationship to the world, and present day with our fave boygroup & girlgroup~

(also dw junho and inho's stepmom are very proud of inho, & so is gihun's mom. she points at the tv and smiles widely telling everyone; "that's my baby!")

STOP AS SOON AS U SAID THAT GIHUN WAS SINGING 90S R&B I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF AALIYAH!!! 😭😭😭

ahh i'm glad u liked it!!! 🫶💖 and omggg everything abt this is amazing, i loooooooove it 💖

inhun being in a secret AND forbidden relationship???? 😩

I CAN'T WAIT FOR PART 3!!!!! 😖😖 giggling and kicking my feet

[wol-fica]

-ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝-

parings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - after a long day of hard work, you remind jenna of who she belongs to (r being extra simpish of j)

warnings - strap-on sex, oral, gagging, semi-public sex, possessive behavior, p in v, anal

an - greek, i love you so. Enjoy this masterpiece of a request

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Jenna was beautiful, a work of art really.

Whatever higher power that created her, you need to meet and thank them with the upmost respect; you owed them.

She was sculpted to perfection, like a Michelangelo composition that has only been unraveled by you. Her skin was gorgeous, a blank, tanned canvas waiting to be bitten and kissed upon by your lips, and only your lips.

Jenna was yours, your private display of modern art, like a lost Leonardo da Vinci portrait that is stowed away from the public eye. She was all for you; to love, to care for, to enjoy.

She was so easy to ogle at, to drool over. Her complexity was so alluring that you didn’t even care that the paparazzi and her fans have a frenzy over her every waking day; it didn’t matter when you got to witness every inch of her.

Jenna was currently at the Golden Globes, dressed in a nude, Gucci wrap-dress that showed off her defined abs and eye-catching curves. She looked divine, a wonderful Picasso painting that just screamed to be idolized and looked at; she was beautiful, she was yours.

You had stayed home, per her request to keep you out of the camera’s flashes and your anxiety within large crowds; it was better that way. You preferred to watch her on TV, it was a more private way to essentially ‘simp’ over your elusive girlfriend.

You have been dating Jenna for awhile now, almost two and a half years to be exact. The time spent with her was glorious for you, she was the light in your darkness, the smile that made you feel all giddy inside; she was perfect.

“She looks absolutely gorgeous, don’t you think?” The Golden Globes interviewer quipped as the cameras focused on Jenna’s entrance, “I don’t know how she always looks so amazing!”

“Because she is from another world” you would always say. In your mind, she was: she was most likely a fallen angel from heaven, though sometimes her attitude could be picked out of the depths of hell. Either way, she was incredible, and so so divine.

“Her work on Wednesday was wonderful!”

“She really went all out with that dance.”

“Jenna Ortega rose to popularity so quickly, how did she do it?!”

You wanted to yell, to scream at the top of your lungs from your apartment balcony that she was just so damn ethereal and flawless, but that would would wake your grumpy neighbor from two doors over and you do not want to get into an argument with him again.

You checked your watch, squinting to see that the time was 7:30 PM; Jenna would be home very soon, just in time for your surprise.

See, as much as you loved to innocently admire her, you also loved to do it sexually. One of the many few perks of dating her, is that only you get to enact those intimate moments that people only get to dream of doing with her. You had been gazing and getting silently turned on from seeing her on the carpet, her aura always does things to you.

Hence why you had gone out of your way to get the strap-on, wear it, and wait for her to return home so you could relax her in the best possible way; fucking all the stress out of her.

The lock on the front door clicked, causing your head to turn to your open bedroom entrance to wait and see if she would walk in. Jenna’s heels clicked on the hardwood, slowly getting louder as she approached your shared bedroom.

Soon she walked in view, finding your eyes in a few seconds and a small smile making its way onto her face in that time. She came forward, walking around to your side of the bed and greeting you with a gentle hug.

“Hello, my love.” You murmured, pulling back to give her a sweet kiss.

She had changed out of her Globes dress, now wearing an adidas hoodie and sweats set, yet she still looked flawless. One of the greatest things you enjoyed about Jenna, is that she looked beautiful in literally anything; from wearing a mouthwatering dress, to being in lounge clothes, she was gorgeous.

“Hi.” She said, a noticeable etch of tension in her voice.

“You okay?” You asked, already knowing she was going to talk about how tired and overworked she felt.

“I’m feeling a bit insipid, but other than that i’m great.” She stated, stepping in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, “How’re you doing?”

“I’m alright; you looked lovely in that dress.”

Jenna giggled, music to the soul, and her eyes closed as her lips upturned into a smile. A faint blush coated her cheeks at your words, and she leaned in closer to you, resting her head below your chin.

“Thank you, i’m glad you liked it.”

“I was still a tad jealous other people got to see you in it, but woe is me.”

“Oh stop it!” Jenna scolded, pulling back to playfully glare at you, “You know I would never do anything to provoke your insecurities.”

You smirked, standing up and backing her into one of the large windows that decked out in your bedroom. Usually the blinds would be closed, but you wanted the moonlight to shine into your sleeping space and create a wonderful glowing look on your bed, hence why they were open.

“I’m not insecure.” You mumbled, your face pressing into Jenna’s neck as you left little kisses on her skin, “I know who I belong to.”

Jenna hummed, shivering under your touch as your hand slipped under her shirt and traveled up her stomach to feel her ribs. Her skin was soft and warm, buzzing under your fingertips as she got all hot and bothered.

Her hand trailed down, feeling the large strap under your pants. A small smirk came onto her face as she slowly fell to her knees, her hands going to untie your sweats.

“Who do I belong to? Can you tell me?” You asked softly, watching her pull the strap out.

“Me, you’re mine and that is that.” She responded quickly before opening her mouth and taking the toy in. Immediately she began to deep throat the strap, a noticeable bulge appearing in her throat.

You sighed, watching her work for a moment before grabbing the back of her head and thrusting the fake cock deeply into her throat. She gagged, tears appearing as you restricted her airflow.

“I belong to you, I know that.”

You took her by her hair and pulled her off, kissing her forehead as you helped her stand back up.

“Mine.” She murmured, kissing your lips with a passionate force.

“Is that so?”

Suddenly, you gripped her by the hips and turned her around, pressing her against the glass so she couldn’t move. Your hand ran over her clothed bottom, watching as her hot breath spanned out over the cold window.

“Jenna, I think I need to show you, who you below to.” You said, pulling at the hem of her shirt and slowly sliding it up her body.

“W-why’s that?” She questioned, her back arching slightly as you tossed her shirt aside.

“Well after seeing you prance around in that dress, I feel like you just need a little reminder.”

Your thumb slipped into her pants, pulling the sweats down as she lifted her legs to help you get them off of her. She had forgone undergarments and was now completely naked, awaiting your needed touch.

“Wait Y/N.” The small panic in her voice made you pause your own undressing, looking up to see her staring down to the street below, “Babe, what if people see us.”

You chuckled, returning to discard your pants and shirt while adjusting the strap around your waist. Once satisfied, you gripped Jenna by her hips and leaned over her, your mouth by her ear.

“Then they get a lovely show.” You whispered before pushing a few inches inside of her.

A guttural moan escaped from her throat, her head falling forward to rest against the cool surface of the window. Carefully, you worked yourself into her, eliciting small huffs and whines from the both of you. She was tight, very very tight, and the tension in her body was not making it easy for you.

“Oh, you are so stressed baby..” You cooed, pressing your lips to her exposed shoulder, “I’ll fuck all of that tension away.”

She nodded rapidly, sighing in satisfaction when you began to slowly pump into her. It would take a lot of effort for you to get all of the days workload out of her, but you had enough energy and Jenna was tough, you both could do it.

Your hips met hers at a moderate pace, thrusting back and forth as you gently stretched her out enough for her to actually be ready to be fucked properly. Her plush walls gave in, the muscles relaxing and complying with you as she finally was prepared.

“Such a pretty girl.” You hummed before speeding up your pace.

Jenna moaned, a proper sound that was meant to come from her vocal cords. Her body pressed back into yours, her hands pushing her chest back from the glass. You didn’t like that, and gently took her by the back of her neck and guided her to her previous position.

“Stay, I want people to see how well you get fucked.” You stated before continuing your assault on her pussy.

Your hips went forward and back, repeating the motion over and over again while your hand worked on her clit. You pressed and kneaded, attacking the bundle of nerves while Jenna moaned out your name; music to your ears. She was tightening now, her velvety cavern squeezing the strap as she neared her first orgasm of the night.

“Y/N!” She moaned out, her hands clenching as she came hard onto the toy.

You smiled, gently pumping in and out as she relaxed and calmed down. Your hand slid up to her hair, pulling it slightly as you filled her up again.

“You did so good, my love.” You said to her, your hips slowly speeding up again, “Let’s see how long you can last tonight.”

Jenna whimpered, tears coating her eyes as overstimulation washed over her. Her brain was betraying her; she wanted you out but at the same time, she wanted you farther in, deeper inside of her. Coherent thoughts were not proceeding correctly, all she knew is that you were fucking her good.

Her back arched as you pulled on her hair, creating a better angle for you to plunge deeper into her. The strap was a custom order that you and her designed, its length almost 9 inches and its girth relatively big. There were fake veins and bumps on it that made it the perfect toy for you both to enjoy, no matter who was wearing it.

“Honey..” You called out, pressing down harshly on the bulge in her stomach, which elicited a cry from her, “Can I do something special for you?”

She nodded, her head drooping and weak from all the pleasure you were giving her. Your hand left her hand and slid back down to her waist, cupping one of her cheeks. Your thumb slipped in between both, pulling one aside to reveal her tight hole.

You had both done anal all but twice, and both were very odd experiences. The first time was planned, she had suggested it when you two wanted to expand out of your vanilla phase. It was enjoyable, both for her and for you as she had insisted on taking turns of who would be wearing the strap that night.

The second time was on accident, a very funny experience. It was dark, and you two were attempting to get a quick fuck in your closet before your guests arrived for dinner. Jenna was squirming and impatient, which caused her to literally ‘miss’ and instead shove the strap into your ass. Don’t mistake her though, she went along with it almost immediately.

“Relax for me, daring.” You mumbled, pressing your thumb against her hole and pushing it inside.

She groaned, naturally pushing back against you as a known reflex. Her hips rocked left and right, slowly taking your digit inside of her. That’s how you taught her to do it, slow and steady was the safest and easiest option.

“Cum for me Jenna, I know you want to.” You said to her as she clenched down, her juices coating the strap at your request.

“Fuck…” She mumbled, her breathing heavy and hot, “That was-.”

Her sentence was cut off by the strap slowly pushing inside of her, not giving her a second to compose herself. Her hole was being stretched and opened for you to abuse and plow into, and the way her body seemed to reactively let you in told you that it was time to get rid of some of that unwanted stress.

“C’mere love.” You called to her, pulling her backwards with you until you were both sat on the edge of the bed.

The strap was now buried inside of her, hitting all the desired places. She was breathing in a familiar pace to calm herself, letting her body slowly relax into you. Your hands went around to her front, one going down to slip your fingers between her folds and the other reaching up to squeeze one of her nipples.

“Ride me Jenna, you know what to do.”

Carefully, her hips began to rock back and forth, creating a simple rhythm that she followed to please herself. On her forward rocks, you pushed your fingers deeper inside of her until they were knuckle deep, feeling her soft walls encapsulate them.

“Ohh god!” Jenna moaned loudly, now bouncing on your strap as a means to chase her third high.

“Damn you are so irresistible.” You murmured into her neck, now kneading her whole breast with your hand, “I love having you like this.”

She whined, clenching on your fingers as she rode her desires through. Your hips were now gently thrusting up into her, helping her feel more impaled on the fake phallus. Her voice cried out your name, her third orgasm hitting her hard as she squirted on your fingers.

“Atta girl.” You praised, kissing her sweaty shoulder while removing your fingers and popping them into your mouth, “You taste good.”

Jenna laughed weakly, twitching on top of you as a reminder to eventually remove yourself from her. You kissed her skin again before carefully standing up with her and slowly pulling out of her, mumbling praises as she whined in discomfort.

“You good?” You asked softly as she leaned her back against you, her legs shaky.

“Yeah, I’m great.” She replied, turning her head back and up so she could receive a kiss.

You hummed against her lips, a small smile on both of your faces while you held each other. You pulled back for a moment, gazing down at her face in wonder.

“I love you, Jenna Ortega.”

She snorted, rolling her eyes before kissing you again softly.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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[6rookie-writer0110]

Into the cold

MCU cast X Male Reader

Request - Hi hope your doing good, I wanted to ask for a MCU cast X Male Reader platonic please R and Tom Holland are in an interview and they watch a blooper with them having a staredown but forget their lines so they lean in a kiss (this was before Tom and Zendaya was dating) and R says that's his first kiss with a guy and within the top 10 gayest things his done and a few weeks later the NWH cast react to fanart and some fanfiction of R and Tom's characters dating and during the interview R is like "I kissed Tom before you Zendaya"

You and the cast of No Way home are on The Tonight Show, and you and Tom have to talk about the movie. You took a selfie with Zendaya and Tom, everyone posted it online.

“Y/n, how does it feel to be in Spider-Man: No Way Home movie?” Jimmy asked.

“I feel excited and I can't wait for everyone to see the character I will play” You smiled.

“Is it true, you and Tom met before making the movie?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes, it's true. We both went for an audition for the same role in the movie Spies in Disguise. We are getting along, waiting for us to be called and we tried to copy each other’s accents. And I sent him a message teasing him that I got the role” Tom said.

“He is very rude and mean,” You said.

Everyone starts to laugh and you are smiling.

“They are always like this. Sometimes they can act like kids” Andrew said.

“Then Benedict would act like the dad and tell them to stop,” Zendaya said.

“Ever since that day, he makes fun of me for not getting the role I would try out for,” You said.

“Sometimes, Y/n would try on my spiderman mask and send me selfies,” Tom said.

Jimmy starts to laugh.

“I think we have pictures of that” Jimmy smiled.

You have the mask on and you try to eat a hot dog, in the next picture you pretend to brush your hair, and in the last picture you have the Dr strange cape on and Benedict is behind you glaring at you.

“He likes to get into it stuff after I tell him not to do it,” Benedict said.

“He does have cool stuff,” You said.

“Such a dork” Andrew laughed.

Now Jimmy is showing bloopers of the whole cast. Jimmy and the audience are laughing at the video.

“Apparently, this part everyone is talking about but we will show it,” Jimmy said.

In the video... Tom made you laugh and you forgot your lines and he forgot too. You and Tom have a stare-down, then you and Tom leaned and kissed each other on the lips.

“What just happened at that moment,” Jimny said.

“We had to do a scene. Y/n made me laugh, then for some reason, we just stared at each other, and we kissed” Tom said.

“That was one of the top ten gayest things, I've ever done,” You said.

The whole cast is staring at you right now.

“What other stuff have you done, Y/n?” Tobey asked.

“We all want to know,” Andrew said.

“Time for a commercial break, Jimmy!” You said.

Jimmy starts to laugh so hard, that his face is turning red.

The next day, many fans reacted to the video of you and Tom. You got more followers on Instagram then days later, you and Tom did a Q&A on Instagram.

✬ ✯ ✯ ✫

You and the cast are at comic con. You are on stage with them answering questions from fans. Some of the fans showed you and Tom fan art and fanfic of Peter Parker and your character.

“My character won't be dating anyone in the movie. I will appear in some scenes” You said.

“How does it feel that you kissed Y/n,” A fan asked Tom.

Before Tom answered and you answered.

“I kissed Tom before you Zendaya," You said.

Everyone starts to laugh and Zendaya playfully smacked your arm. Everyone did laugh

“That hurts,” You said and start to rub your arm.

You and Zendaya started to laugh.

“You play too much” Zendaya laughed.

You and the cast continued to answer more questions. Later, you take pictures with fans along with Tom. Many will tell you and Tom, how they like the characters together.

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You are with the cast in London for the movie premiere. You pose with the cast and the paparazzi start to take the pictures. Now you start to answer questions

“Y/n, can you tell us anything about your character?” The host asked.

“I can't say anything, I don't want to get in trouble like how Tom spoiled the movie years ago,” You said.

“Wow, Y/n why do you have to bring that up” Tom laughed.

“Tom do you want to work with Y/n again? You two seem close” The host asked.

“Oh, I hope I can work with Y/n in a comedy movie now that will be interesting,” Tom said.

Later, Tom posted a picture of you sleeping in your chair on set. Tom wrote a caption and everyone started to like it...

Tomholland2013 - Y/n drools when he is sleeping 😴

Zendaya told you about it by text and you started to laugh.

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Let Me Win Your Heart

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song inspiration: End Game by Taylor Swift)

You looked at the man in front of you. It was a typical Friday afternoon, but you were surprised that he even offered you lunch at a small cafe at your request. He sat there, almost impatiently and restless. You figured he didn’t like small places like this. Nanami Kento. Future CEO of security who loves his expensive and extravagant life.

“What’s the catch?” you asked curiously.

“My grandfather wanted me to talk to you personally,” Nanami said. “I think you heard about my rendezvous with other women?”

“Who hasn’t? You’re literally number one Casanova of the country, Nanami-san,” you said immediately, an icy tone apparent. Nanami ran his hand down his face with frustration.

“I’m future CEO of my grandfather’s security company and you’re going to inherit your father’s business soon,” he said.

“You’re prolonging, Nanami-san. You usually get straight to the point instead of pointing out already known facts.” Nanami sighed.

“They’re arranging us to get married,” he quickly said. He watched the color on your face disappear. “They want our business to merge. We’d be number one in Japan. And no more scandals from me, which won’t bring negative reputations to their future CEO.”

“What?” You remained calm. You didn’t want to bring too much attention to the both of you. “I—wait—what in the actual hell?” Nanami rolled his eyes.

“I tried to fight it, trust me Princess.”

“Don’t call me, Princess.”

“Fine. Sweetheart.”

“Shut up.” Nanami smirked. He always found it amusing to rile you up. And for some reason, it was too easy for him compared to everyone else. So he took any opportunity he can when you two crossed paths. You crossed your arms and turned away from him. But he caught the slight blush on your cheeks.

“I’ll drive you home,” he offered.

“I appreciate the offer, Nanami-san. But I can bring myself home.” Nanami nodded and stood up with you. He took your garbage and followed you out while throwing away the trash.

“I thought you’ll be bringing yourself home? Didn’t you have a ride or your car?”

“Nanami-san, didn’t you know? I’m new money around here. I don’t depend on drivers. Public transportation doesn’t bother me. Besides, I need a shopping spree before I argue with my father.” Nanami could only smile. “Don’t you have a date to woo tonight?”

“Not tonight,” he said. “But if you don’t mind me joining your shopping spree, I would like to accompany you.”

“You can carry my bags then.” Nanami chuckled and placed his hand on the small of your back as he lead you to the shopping centers. Despite his status and how he is, you appreciate his chivalrous side.

You stared at the engagement ring on your finger. A month passed. Your father was adamant about the engagement, you had no choice but to comply, even though Nanami Kento was the last guy you ever thought of being with.

But you were touched with Nanami’s choice of the ring. You remembered the day he sprung the news on you. You would look at rings and you adored certain styles that you didn’t think he would notice. But he did and you can’t help but let your chest feel warm at the thought.

The engagement was revealed to the public two weeks ago when Nanami gave you the ring. You blushed. You knew he would be the romantic type, but he made it a very intimate proposal. He made sure there weren’t a swarm of paparazzi when he brought you out for a date in a cute downtown setting.

But despite his sweet and romantic side, you knew that he was still seeing other women. At least, you remembered catching him with another woman a few days after the engagement. You remember running up to him and slapping him across the face. And deep down, it irritated you. You quickly fixed your hair before heading downstairs. Nanami stood there with a bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you, Nanami-san,” you said softly.

“You’re too formal, sweetheart,” Nanami said. “We’re are engaged. Kento is just fine.”

“I will call you Kento when I’m ready to call you Kento. Besides, with your rendezvous with women, you don’t deserve the first name title,” you said as you walked to the kitchen to arrange the flowers on the vase.

Nanami followed and leaned against the wall watching you. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he enjoys every time he gets to have with you. He enjoys watching you arrange the flowers with the serene look on your face. He enjoys watching your smile. He even enjoys your side comments about him. He pushed himself off against the wall and walked towards you. He grabbed the scissors off your hand.

“You might accidentally cut yourself again,” he said softly and cut the ends of the flowers before handing it to you. You blushed, accepting his help. “Are you hungry? We can travel to Korea in my jet. We could have a nice weekend getaway.” You giggled.

“Since my schedule is free this weekend, I don’t see why not, Nanami-san. Should I pack my bags?”

“Nope, we’ll buy new clothes there. Let’s go, sweetheart.”

The moment you two arrived, Nanami brought you to a restaurant for dinner. It was a simple restaurant, which you were surprised. He would usually find a high end restaurant and when it’s your turn to pick, you pick a simple and affordable one. You prefer casual and simplicity.

“I’m surprised you chose this place,” you said.

“You’re not a fan of high end restaurants,” he said nonchalantly as he took a sip of his water. You blushed. “I figured you would like this.”

“Thank you.” Nanami smiled, making your heart race.

“I don’t date other women by the way,” Nanami said. “Ever since you caught me.”

“I honestly don’t believe you,” you said quietly.

“I know.” Nanami leaned forward closer to you. “But I’m going to prove it to you, sweetheart. I’ll win your heart over. And by the way, if Gojo touches you in a flirtatious way again, playful or not, I’m gonna snap his arm off.”

“Do you usually lead to violence, Nanami-san?”

“If it involves you, yes.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I like you more than I thought I would.”

“Is that why you chose this restaurant? To show your interest towards me?”

“Of course, sweetheart. You want clothes? I’ll buy you a store. You need a vacation? I’ll buy you the country. Want to go stargazing? I’ll buy a star just for you to stare at all night long.”

“Are usually this romantic too, Nanami-san?”

“No.” You blushed. You somehow can see the truth and sincerity in his eyes.

“Don’t buy me a store, but we do have to go shopping if we’re here for the weekend.”

“Sweetheart, I can make sure the stores stay open just for you.”

“You’re too much.”

“You deserve it.”

“Nanami-san, I was only in middle school when my father’s business bloomed,” you said. “The only thing I like about the success is that I get to run the success. And the shopping, but that’s any female. You want to know why I don’t really take a liking to you?” Nanami was curious. He leaned closer, eager to know.

“Tell me, sweetheart.”

“Maybe I’m shallow for assuming this but, you’re all about money. I’m not. However, I give you a point for the restaurant choice,” you said with a smile.

“Then Gojo?”

“Oh, the man flaunts his money like there’s no tomorrow but we like going to bakeries to eat all the sweet treats around. We’re just besties.” Nanami chuckled. He stood up to walk close to you, leaning in so close that your noses touched, his hot breath touching your skin that made your hands tremble.

“Before our wedding, I’ll win your heart,” he said. “I will do anything and everything for you.”

“We’ll see, Nanami-san.”

Half a year passed, only three months left until the wedding. You were downstairs making sure the wedding plan was up to date and perfect before going to work. You heard the door unlock. You didn’t bother to check. Nanami has been coming over almost every morning that you decided to just give him a key to your home.

You heard his voice, already knowing that he’s on the phone. Nanami kissed your forehead before placing a cup of your favorite coffee on the counter and a brown bag that you could only assume was breakfast. You felt the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It happened every time with his simple and innocent kisses.

“Yeah, I should be able to leave in a few days. I’ll need to talk to my fiancé about it first,” Nanami said. He gave you a wink and you couldn’t help but blush. Nanami hung up and took the empty seat next to you.

“My favorite coffee and…is this a blueberry muffin?” you asked.

“Breakfast sandwich,” Nanami said. “However, there might be a blueberry muffin waiting for you for lunch.” You chuckled.

“So, where’s the emergency this time?” you asked.

“France.”

“Can I come?”

“I wanted to bring you along anyway. It’ll be okay with work?” You nodded as you took a sip of your coffee.

“Thank you for the coffee and breakfast, Kento,” you said, finally saying his first name. A wide smile spread across his face.

“You like playing hard to get,” he said as he held your hand. “Do I get to kiss those beautiful, soft lips yet?”

“Nope!”

“You’re killing me sweetheart,” he muttered.

“That’s the fun part,” you commented. “I have to hurry to work though. We are almost done with this project and I want to get this done before France.”

“Yes, my lady.”

The two of you held hands in Paris. You were eating your chocolate filled croissant, feeding Nanami some after your bite.

“Ouch!” you yelped when someone ran and bumped into you, causing you to drop half of the large croissant to the ground. Nanami immediately grabbed the person’s wrist and yanked the stranger towards him.

“Hey! What the hell?” the stranger exclaimed. When he looked at Nanami’s cold eyes, the stranger shook with fear. Nanami nodded his head towards you.

“You pushed my girl and hurt her,” he said coldly. As the stranger trembled, he turned to you.

“I am so sorry, madame!” he exclaimed. You blushed.

“I-It’s okay!” Nanami let the stranger go and he ran away. You gave Nanami a look, but he ignored that knowing look you were giving him every time he did that and looked at your arm.

“You’re not hurt?” he asked worriedly. The worried tone always made your stomach flutter.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay Kento,” you answered softly. Nanami kissed your arm then your forehead. “But now I’m sad I don’t have a croissant.”

“I’ll make the bastard—“

“Kento! Let’s get some street food,” you said. Nanami smiled and nodded. “And tomorrow night after the meeting, I’ll be willing to go to a high end fancy restaurant.”

“It sounds like a date, sweetheart.”

“Is this a date too?”

“Any time spent together is a date.”

“You’re getting cheesy.”

“You lead me up to it, sweetheart. Let’s see how delicious their street food is, grab a drink or two, and head back to rest. You still have a meeting, right?” You nodded. Nanami wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He pulled you in close and kissed your forehead.

You lied in bed alone after your meeting since Nanami was away for his meeting. Your phone rang and rang as you tried to get Gojo to pick up.

“Your fiancé will kill me if he knew I was talking to you,” Gojo said.

“Shut up, you’re over exaggerating,” you said.

“He told me so.”

“He won’t because you and I are besties.”

“What’s wrong though?” Gojo asked worriedly. “Is he back to dating other women behind your back?”

“N-No,” you stuttered. “He—I—well…he’s literally the last person I thought I would like.” Gojo laughed on the other line. “Quit laughing!”

“I’m sorry, it’s just—you actually have feelings for someone,” he said happily and excitedly. “You’re so career driven, it’s nice seeing you giving him a chance.”

“Kento isn’t seeing anyone, right?”

“Nope,” Gojo said. “The man loves you. His eyes stay glued to you. The way he looked at his previous dates does not compare to the way he looks at you. Trust me.” You sighed heavily on the other line.

“Kento’s right. He did win me over.”

“He won you over the moment he got down on one knee. You wouldn’t shut up about the fact that he was with another woman. But Nanami? He fell so hard that he would give up his business for you.”

“Please, that’s over exaggerating.”

“Not at all, Princess. The business is his world.”

You got up once you ended your call with Gojo. You could feel all the hidden emotions and feelings you have for Nanami escape. You decided to shower to cool down and to take your time in getting ready for your dinner date. Luckily you found a beautiful dark blue dress for dinner last night. You made sure your hair and make up was perfect.

By the time you finished, Nanami returned from his meeting. When he saw you, you notice a look in his eyes that you couldn’t describe. Desire? Admiration? You caught it a few times, but it seemed more evident right now than before.

“You look beautiful, my love,” he said and kissed your forehead.

“No more sweetheart?”

“Love sounds better right now. Let me get ready.”

He kept the bathroom door open when he hopped in the shower. You made it a habit of standing by the doorway when he does. You did enjoy making conversations with him because most of the time, alone time with him became scarce. And he was someone who listened to you, even during his showers after a long day of work. It was his patient trait that you highly appreciated from him.

“How was the meeting?” you asked curiously. You couldn’t help but picture a naked Nanami in the room. You started to feel warm under your dress.

“Better than I thought it would be,” he said. “What they thought was a major problem ended up being a small hiccup. We should plan a new shopping center. I have a building area set up and security planning thought of so everything else is up to you.”

“O-Okay,” you answered in a distant tone.

“You alright, love?”

“Yeah! Sorry, just spaced out for a bit.” You heard him chuckle.

“We can go out tomorrow if you’re tired.”

“I’m okay! I promise! I-I really want to go out with you tonight.” You blushed. And Nanami smiled widely.

“Is my fiancé getting shy now?”

“In your dreams, Nanami Kento.” Nanami laughed as he turned the shower off. He appeared in front of you with a towel wrapped around him. You immediately turned away. If you look at him, you might faint. ‘Too much emotions. Too much feelings,’ you thought.

“You sure you alright, love?” he asked curiously. You nodded vigorously. “We could—“

“Please get ready.” Nanami raised an eyebrow slightly at your odd behavior but complied to your request.

You took deep, quiet breaths. By the time you turned around, Nanami was dressed up and was putting his watch on around his wrist. He smiled when you turned around.

“Let’s go, love.”

You and Nanami laughed at the dinner table. Dinner was already done, desserts halfway through, and the wine bottle half empty. Nanami poured you another glass.

“I’ll pay for this dinner, Kento,” you said.

“I don’t let my lady pay,” Nanami said as he took a sip of his wine.

“It’s so pricey.” Nanami chuckled.

“My love, don’t worry about it,” he said softly. “We’re getting married soon. Remember what I said before.”

“Y-Yeah, but—“

“I want you, remember?” You looked at him with wide eyes. “Even when I win your heart over, I won’t stop. I’ll still adore you as if I’m trying to win you over every single day. Like right now.” Nanami smirked and it only widened as you stayed silent. “I think since Korea, I knew I was going to win your heart,” he said. “But I’m not too sure with you.” He let the fluttery feeling in his body blossom every time he watched you blush especially now. He watched you swallow the lump in your throat before you cleared your throat. You were composed again, face still flushed.

“Am I hard to read, Kento?” you asked with a sly smile. Nanami chuckled.

“Half of the time you are,” he said. He was moving closer to you until your knee touched his. “But I like it. You keep me on my toes. I don’t want to disappoint my future wife.”

He whispered in your ear. You felt your body shiver. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. Nanami wasted no second in kissing you back while he cupped your face. You forced yourself to pull away. Nanami kept his hands gently on your face, breathless from the kiss. His forehead resting against yours.

“You won my heart,” you said.

“Love, you won my heart a week after the engagement,” he said. “You calling me out was very sexy and no one calls me out on my shit except you. I like it. Your slap was a wake up call.”

“Good. Because if you cheat on me, I’ll kill you.”

“It be an honor to be killed by a beautiful woman like you.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“So cheesy.” Nanami gave you a soft kiss on your lips. “Kento-kun, after dinner, let’s walk around Paris again.”

“Anything for you, love.”

“And maybe buy me a large croissant again? I won’t drop it.”

“The bastard should’ve bought you a new one.”

“But I want my future husband to do it.” Nanami blushed and his heart was racing while you stared at him with big, innocent eyes.

“You’re killing me again, love.” He leaned in to your ear, his hot breath giving you goosebumps throughout your body. “You make me want to do so many things to you. And every single day, you drive me so damn crazy.” You suddenly felt dizzy and warm from his words. Nanami chuckled, his deep voice coursing through your body. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“H-How much do you love me?”

“I’d give up the world for you. You’re my world now, love.” The way he said it and described it sounded way better than the way Gojo did. Your heart race wildly. “And if that’s not enough, I’ll have to find another way to prove my love for you.”

“I think you proven enough,” you replied. Nanami smiled and kissed your lips softly.

“No excuse to stop though. I think tomorrow there’s a flea market happening in the morning. We’ll go there first thing before flying back home. How does that sound?”

“You hate flea markets.”

“But you love them.” A bright smile appeared on your face. Nanami intertwined his fingers to yours and raised your hand to his lips.

“I love you too, Kento.”

[agerestrider]

i would love to hear about any more agere hc’s you may have for regressor alpha dave and caregiver alpha rose! they are such cool characters and thinking of little D is sooo cute!

AHHAHAHA HIHIHIHI YESSSHH!!! i love the alpha timeline >.< so ofc u can have more hc's >;D

also srry if these r a bit... wordy??? i liek to write alot of words esp when i rlly like somethingg hehe

💗 - D gets super shy when little, and avoids pretty much everyone but his mama when regressed. Only around people he is comfortable with: He will talk non-stop about his interests.

💗 - Because of this (^) he doesn't really tend to have playdates with other littles or caregivers. Though I can imagine him hanging out with Giada (alpha! Jade) at least once!

💗 - (^) Giada (alpha! Jade) regresses older than D, so I can imagine them playing similar to Bluey and Bingo! :3 💗 - D really really REALLY likes apple juice! Rosa keeps at least 4 gallons of AJ in her house at all times. 💗 - I’d like to think that back when SBaHJ™ was still a drawn project, D animated a kid friendly show. It’s only a few episodes, and the animation isn’t the best, but D still likes watching when it years later. 💗 - Speaking of SBaHJ™- they are major comfort characters! He cuddles his plushies and brings them EVERYWHERE! (Rosa has to wait until he is asleep to take them and wash them/fix up any holes.)

💗 - (^) D would probably make a bunch of children's merch (sippy cups, pacifiers, diapers, pajamas, etc) that people would brush off as ironic, but were actually just made with D's regression in mind. 💗 - Rosa was a caregiver for Johnny (alpha! John) and Giada (alpha! Jade) as well, before they all drifted apart. Her motherly instincts kicked in immediately with D.

💗 - Rosa has a cat that D loves, but he unfortunately uses his baby grip™ on it. (he doesn't hurt the cat, and the cat loves him a lot!! it just scares Rosa every time she sees him reach out for it) 💗 - D likes bones a lot! He doesn’t really collect dead things anymore, but one of his favorite activities with his caregiver is visiting the museum. 💗 - D watches older cartoons when little rather than newer ones. (1990-1999, but Dinosaur Train™ is an exception.) 💗 - D is easily upset by loud noises and bright/flashing light, with paparazzi being his biggest trigger. Rosa is always there to comfort him, though! 💗 - D is big on touch. He used to reach in and touch just about everything (Mud, his food, other people..) The first thing Rosa did after becoming D’s caregiver was to prepare several sensory activities and toys for him, such as kinetic sand (which he LOVES!!) 💗 - Again with the touch thing, D has a bad habit of picking his hands and his lips. Rosa would probably buy or make him one of those picky pads!

[roosterbruiser]

Consider: trophy husband!Jake and politician!r.

(Also hi, ily and congrats on 1.9k!!!you’re the bestest) ~🦈

in the back of the hummer, you're sitting with your legs crossed at the ankle so as not to disturb your skirt--which is a rental from Chanel, which still boggles your mind.

you feel beautiful, really--and you know that you would even without the Chanel skirt. you should feel beautiful, too--you spent a few hours getting ready. new makeup--heavier than usual to see if that does anything to effect your presence in gossip magazines, which is imperative since you're trying to influence a younger demographic before the next election cycle. new hair--which is trendier than you usually go for, but worth it.

still, though, your stomach is churning. it's silly that you still get nervous about shit like this--big dinners with donors that you have no interest in schmoozing, celebrities you have no interest in getting to know. you've been in this game for a while now, happily running your grassroots campaign and finding marginal success in doing so, but dammit if the prospect of meeting Anne Hathaway doesn't give you butterflies.

"gotta touch up," you sigh softly, glancing at Jake, who's sprawled across the seat beside you with his sunglasses low on his nose. he's always cool as a cucumber before events like this, all smiles and charm and beauty. "mirror me?"

and before you can even say anything else, he sits up and begins to emulate your every move. it's one of his favorite jokes--one that he pulls out every single time you ask him to mirror you.

"ha ha ha," you say dryly, rolling your eyes.

but, like the good boy he is, Jake then grabs the little golden compact mirror from his breast pocket and aims it at your face with expert precision. this definitely isn't his first rodeo.

for a moment, with a grin biting at his lips, he watches you fondly. you're smearing on more of that expensive lip gloss you were given for tonight, touching up that pretty shade of eyeshadow that's been smoked out beneath your lashes, smoothing little flyaway hairs.

it's no secret that he's incredibly fond of you--in fact, he's so fond of you that it's made the front page of several newspapers in the past few years you've been together. fond enough that he couldn't keep his hands to himself after a governor's dinner as the two of you waited, tipsy, for your ride home. oops. after that incident, with the paparazzi photos and the stern talking-to from your publicist, you two swore to be more careful.

so, now that the two of you have sworn up and down to be less obvious, he knows that he only has a few more minutes to cozy up with you before you arrive at your destination under the microscope.

"I can feel you staring," you say absently, pretending like it doesn't make your face hot.

"good," he tells you with a grin. "you're very perceptive, Mrs. Seresin."

"not for a few more months," you sigh, puckering your lips. "and it'll actually be Rep. Seresin."

Jake grins, his cheeks pink with delight at the thought. he can imagine, clear as day, the heavy brass nameplate on your shiny oak desk that spells out your name so deliciously: Representative Seresin. he can also imagine, clear as day, swiping it to the floor and laying you down on it. ripping off that Chanel skirt, smearing that lipstick cross your cheek, attaching his lips to your nipples through your expensive blouse, and rocking the both of you into a new era of youth-soaked progression.

"oh, baby," Jake says, pressing a sweet and careful kiss to your neck, sighing against your sweet-smelling skin when you choke out a quiet moan. "don't get my engines revving before we get there. you know what I'll have to do."

he's right--you do know. you'll have to roll up that divider and get to work on swaying your favorite demographic: your horny fiancé.

"well, you know what they say," you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to tenderly kiss down the column of your throat. somewhere in the past minute, he's closed the compact mirror and settled his hand on the upper part of your thigh, his breath warm and minty as it fans across you. "when they go low, we go high."

"fuck, I love it when you quote Michelle Obama to me," Jake moans quietly.

[ioniansunsets]

Alright but hear me out (hello btw how are you ?) kayn heartsteel have canonically been kicked out of his previous band ; imagine fem!reader (successful idol herself or civilian) comforting him and trying to help him push through it and get back on his feet to continue his music !

✖ Pre Heartsteel!Kayn Being Kicked Out ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.3k

✖ Tags: Established R/S, Idol!Reader

✖ A/N: You were a performer too and met him at a gig before either of you got famous! You two live together in this one, you’re a solo idol that practices at home so you can spend your days with him. These are headcanons! Whee!

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-  It wrecked him. You two got together while he was in his old band, so it was an important memory to you both. As a solo artist, you understood the intricacies of being in the public eye but still, being kicked out? That was rough…something you personally could never experience. You did your best to comfort him.

- The first few days was the worst. Kayn was the perfect definition of bi-polar. Either his Rhaast ego was full blown, wild, and uninhibited. Man straight up was about to do crimes and was only stopped by you begging him not to make things worse for himself. (You caught him with a bag full of spray paint about to go wreck his old studio.) Or he was the trained Idol, Kayn. Rhaast entirely held back, the perfect definition of an average idol, obedient and reserved. Joining you in your dance and vocal practices in your home studio.

- Don’t even talk about the things he tweeted during that era, you had to run into his room and tell him to delete them minutes after posting. It was a bad time. If you were to ask Kayn now about those old tweets? He was on the very fence of, cocky pride on how he was a “badass” that “didn’t follow rules back then” or just overwhelming embarrassment for being young and dumb.

- There was a lot of work to be done over those first few days, you got the help of your own PR guys to try and get Kayn’s media presence looking better. You yourself doing your best to give him advice on performing, it wasn’t even that he was a bad artist, it was just…he had some strong ideals and just didn’t work well with his old band. It took months honestly but as always, drama died down and Kayn slowly got to live his life again.

- The saddest part of all this drama was that because you were an idol too it was hard to bring him out to comfort him. Paparazzi were hounding you both, media wanting to know what went down with Kayn and if you were seen beside him…gods who knew what the media would say about your career. You two barely left your house because you just couldn’t.

- So, all you could do was your best. Dragging him to game with you on the PC, buying new consoles to try new games with him (murdering things in game really helped him unsurprisingly), watching movies together at home (feel good films that actually make him cry), getting him to do weird shit like painting your shared room (you have a messy signature of his by the door), crocheting weird little animals (he made Rhaast!), hells you managed to get him to read a book (banned in various nations). It was…different. But it helped keep his mind off doing anything that would ruin his career more while satisfying his need to just be a creative.

- On one of those uneventful days, Kayn ordered a nice little delivery package and excitedly ran into your room. Holding the plastic bag up proud. “ Y/N. I’m going to change my image. Entirely. Can you help me. Like…Right. Fucking. Now.” You stare at him in confusion until he walked up to your table, and pulled 7 boxes of bleach and dye, dumping them on your table. “ I’m going to go hot pink.” You laugh, but oblige anyway. If it would cheer him up then you would spend the day helping him out.

- There was a lot of angry snuggling on boring evenings. Kayn would lie in bed in your arms ranting about his ideals, how he was meant for bigger, greater things, things no one else in the industry or his old band could comprehend. And you would hug him tight, supporting him as he complained, listening, agreeing where you can, giving him bigger and better ideals of grandeur. The both of you knew it wasn’t anything serious, but it really did help lighten his mood. “ I’ll really set the stage on fire next time just watch me.” “ I’ll bring the gasoline then.” “ For real! I will fucking bring fireworks and shit too. It’ll be sick as hell! Never seen before! I’ll wreck the stage!!!! Livestream that shit!!!” Such evenings would end with the both of you laughing. It was nice to see him happier again in those small moments. Sometimes you could even see a sneak of a soft smile creeping onto his face, his appreciation for you playing along and not stopping him.

- It took about a week before you felt it was right to get him to pick his guitar back up. Convincing him that the best way to get over the bad memories was to form new ones, the two of you sitting down to write a song. He really went HARD with the lyrics, it was a damn god rap at that but it was honestly a diss track at his old band and shall stay hidden in the files of your computer forever. You do secretly listen to it sometimes, it was raw as fuck, personally it helped YOU when you were angry and frustrated. Not that you would admit to him. It would only stroke his ego more.

- He only admitted it once. Once when you two were soaking in a hot bath together. Only Once did he tell you how much your support meant to him. Nice smells and colors from a bath bomb floating around you two. It was a slow morning, a few weeks after getting kicked out, right before he joined Heartsteel. You sat there, back against his chest as he rests his head on your shoulder. Relaxing in the tub. It was peaceful silence before he spoke up. “ Y/N…I’m going to join a new band.” You actually had to pause and turn to stare at him. Shocked. Asking him if he was sure, if he was ready, if he was comfortable to be performing with people again. You held his face, asking once more if this is what he wanted to do in his career, if he was going to give up on going solo like you. His hand rose to hold yours against his face as he spoke. “ Yeah, I talked to them a lot the past week and…they genuinely accept me and all my crazy ideas. They love Rhaast for who he is and I think I can work with this. I’m sure about this.” He laughs, putting your arm down as his hands wrap around you in a tight hug. Kayn moving his face down to your neck as he gives you a soft kiss, gentle, barely there as he whispers, not looking at you. “ I have to thank you for this by the way. For letting me Be Rhaast. For telling me time and time again to just be the Rockstar that I was meant to be. That my unique brand of rock was fine. I’ll remember this forever. Every time you see Rhaast on stage it’ll be thanks to you. Remember that.” And that was it. He never really showed his vulnerability about his old band ever again. The next day he joined Heartsteel, and it was great for him. Your own heart feeling warm and fuzzy seeing him laugh and have fun with new bandmates. And when you stand in the audience, seeing Rhaast rap some sick bars, you can’t help but smile. He was Your Rockstar.

[juminies]

I feel like in the Mysme universe Jumin would have just enough fans to warrant there being at least some Jumin x reader RPF. There's a lot of secret readers since it's kind of taboo so the hits:kudos ratio is always super off. In general Jumin fan circles are small but unapologetic. They also know practically nothing about him and tend to misinterpret his personality wildly based on his occasional interviews. Several of his fan accounts have been cancelled for not holding C&R accountable for their negative impact on the environment. Once someone got bullied into deleting their social media after they uploaded Jumin x Jaehee RPF. Twitter user 1005hjm goes semi-viral every time Jumin does a new solo photoshoot because locals are always shocked by how hot he is. She deactivates after he announces his marriage. Jaehee has one random fan who crops the two pixels of her in the back of Jumin's paparazzi photographs like this

Zen fan circles are bigger but also more normal because they aren't just stanning a random rich man they really don't know much about, and people mostly actually talk about his acting. He is very lovely about meeting people after his shows and gets praised for it in wider musical circles. People do occasionally ship him with his coworkers though. There's also Zen x reader RPF but (surprisingly?) less of it. A couple silly, less romantic ones were written by Seven. Zen reads it and is shocked by how in character the author writes him. He does not know that's because it was written by Seven. Jaehee does not read it (she did once out of curiosity and felt guilty afterwards) but she respects the writers for their craftsmanship and dedication. Unlike Zen she does know Seven wrote some of it because he's sporadically active in the Zen forums and she recognises the way he types in the posts he makes

[notgonnaedit]

Given to Fly

One Shall Fall

Summary: Martha "Marty" Thorne was a basic teenager, a little antisocial maybe. But her life changed the day she met the Autobots and joined them in their fight.

Pairing: Optimius x Teen!OFC (Platonic)

Chapter summary: An injury takes precedence.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, injury, flat line things going off, medical emergency, (If I miss a tag LMK)

Updates are sporadic. If you want to be tagged LMK

@dreamsight73

Master list

"And it was written in the covenant of Primus that when the 47 spheres align, a perpetual conflict will culminate upon a world forged from chaos, and the weak shall perish in the shadow of a rising darkness." Optimus stared at the computer screen, reciting an old prophecy he had read a long time ago. "No skies raining fire?" Arcee asked. "Goes without saying," Ratchet added. "It is a doom prophecy, after all."

"I say it's a load of hooey," Bulkhead huffed.

Ratchet turned to look at him. "I'd always assumed the ancients were referring to our home planet, but being that Cybertron has been dark for eons..."

"And considering what has befallen this planet since Megatron's arrival here..." Optimus trailed off, letting his suspicions speak for themselves.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Bulkhead said. "We've known about these superstitions for ages and never gave them a second thought."

Arcee nodded. "Why all the ominous rumblings now?"

"Because the planetary alignment to which the prophecy refers is nearly upon us," Optimus answered.

"And it would seem its end point...Is Earth," Ratchet deduced.

Bulkhead chuckled nervously. "Uh...Crazy coincidence, heh, r-right?"

"How long are we talking?" Arcee asked.

Ratchet hummed. "A few days at most."

Optimus furrowed his brow. "However unsettling this revelation may be, I am more concerned about those who might believe that the prophecy speaks to them alone."

A chill passed through the base. The Autobots knew he was referring to Megatron, the Dark Lord of the Cons.

                        )()()()()(

"Pass," Jack said as Raf scrolled through a series of photos dedicated to finding aliens. "Kid in a costume. Balloon. Nope. Uh, hold," he stopped short when there was an image of a yellow and black muscle car without a driver.

Marty chuckled as she leaned on the back of the couch behind Raf. "The camera sure loves Bee."

"What can you do?" Miko asked. "When you're a superstar, you're paparazzi bait."

"Wait. Is that Bumblebee?" Ratchet asked worriedly.

Raf adjusted his glasses. "On a conspiracy website where users post evidence of close encounters. But we have it under control, Ratchet." 

The boy deleted the image and moved a new file to take its place. "We just scrub and replace Bee with..." He trailed off as a little cat in an astronaut's suit danced.

"Mars cat says, ‘take me to your feeder’."

"Ha ha!" A laugh came from the medic's direction.

Shocked stares covered the faces of the kids. 

"Ratchet actually laughed?" Miko asked.

The medic in question pressed his lips together as if surprised at them for letting joy escape.

Jack chuckled before turning to the tallest Bot. "Um, Optimus, do you want to see something funny?"

"No," the Prime answered bluntly without looking at them.

Martha chuckled. "Heheh."

"Don't take it personally," Arcee told her ward. "Primes are built that way."

"Never seen Optimus laugh, cry, or lose his cool," Bulkhead added.

"While Optimus certainly keeps his emotions in check," said Ratchet, "I've known him far longer than any of you have, and he was different before he was made a Prime."

This had Marty's attention. "Optimus wasn't always a Prime?"

"On Cybertron, one isn't born into greatness. Rather, one must earn it."

Miko raised a brow. "So, different how? We talkin’ party animal?" She wiggled for emphasis.

Marty groaned and rubbed her hands under glasses. "Thank you, Miko, for that image."

Ratchet hummed. "No, no. Optimus was more like... Martha."

The brunette snapped her head up. "There's no way I'm like Opti–"

"Prime!" Fowler's voice cut her off. "Those techites my department's been tracking – We figured it was MECH on account of the stealth tactics until moments ago when a security feed at the Pennington ebbs particle collider captured this–"

The screen flashed to an image of a faceless Cybertronian.

"Soundwave," Jack noted as they walked over.

"Raf can swap that out for you with a funny cat," Miko offered.

"The Con without a face made off with a cutting-edge phase conductor. Here's a punch list of everything else we've confirmed stolen to date."

"Plasma injector, neutron shield, tesseract?" Ratchet read off the list, surprise lacing his tone with each item. "There's only one thing missing if they are intending to build a space bridge."

                       )()()()()(

It was evening when Fowler called again, this time from a helicopter. "Prime, the 'Cons really stepped in it this time. They hit a U.S. military lab. Our boys in green will fend them off till your team shows."

"Agent Fowler, I fear that Megatron's desperation may be at its zenith, and you know that I cannot condone even a single human casualty," Optimus reminded the agent.

Fowler sighed and called off the troops as Ratchet readied the bridge. Bumblebee and Raf were not present, probably out racing for fun.

The medic commed the scout. "Bumblebee, the team may require backup. They are three clicks north from your current position, just off the highway. If you drop Raf at the exit ramp, I can bridge him back to base from there."

It wasn't ten minutes later that Optimus' voice came through the comm. He sounded panicked, almost. "Ratchet, bridge us back now!" "We must have an Autobot down," Ratchet figured.

Marty furrowed her brow, exchanging glances with Miko and Jack. As the portal activated, two figures walked through. Bumblebee, his door wings hanging dejectedly, and Arcee, cradling something in her arms like a baby. 

Marty looked at it closer. "Raf??"

"No!" Miko cried.

Ratchet rushed over to them. "What happened?"

"Megatron," Arcee snarled.

Ratchet's eyes widened. "Quickly, into my laboratory."

The kids rushed down the stairs as Arcee set the boy on a cot.

"Martha!" Ratchet barked. "I need your hands. Slid the IV into his veins."

The brunette nodded and took the needle, gently sliding it under Raf's skin. Her hands were steadier than she felt.

"Rafael isn't responding." Ratchet worried from the computer. "We must run diagnostics of his assemblage –eh, vital statistics. Oh, my tools –they're all wrong!" He threw them to the ground.

"We need to call my mom," Jack said, already dialing her number.

"Your mother may be a nurse, but does she know anything about the effects of Energon on the human body?" Ratchet asked.

Jack reeled on him. "Wh– do you know anything about the human body?" He turned away. "Mom, it's urgent!"

The medic looked down at the boy. He was pale, and his eyes had dark circles under them.

"‘The weak will perish‘," he muttered. "Be strong, Rafael."

It wasn't long before June came driving through the ground bridge. She parked in the middle of the base.

Jack ran over to her. "Mom, thank–"

"Grab my bag!" She ordered, already halfway over to Raf. She Immediately checked his pulse and breathing, her expression serious.

"Measuring the extent of the absorption should determine the proper course of treatment," Ratchet told her.

June glared up at him. "If I don't get this boy stabilized now, he will not leave this table alive. Do you understand me?!"

An angry buzz, followed by a loud bang! sounded. Bumblebee's fist was in the wall.

Arcee surged forward and pinned him against the wall. "Bee, listen. You think I don't know how it feels to watch a partner... Harmed? Revenge won't help Raf right now. You need to keep your emotions in check."

Marty looked away from the yellow Bot to glance at his sick ward.

Then she heard her own guardian over the comm talking to Ratchet. "Pull yourself together, old friend. Rafael needs you."

"And I have grown to need him," the medic admitted.

"Lock on to my coordinates and activate the ground bridge," the Prime ordered.

"Jack, help me get Raf to the car. He's going to the emergency room," June decided, putting away her stethoscope.

Ratchet turned to her. "Nurse Darby, your doctors won't be able to comprehend what's afflicting him – not without a decade of study."

June waved him off. "I don't have time to argue."

The medic looked back at his monitor. "The effects of an Energon blast on an Autobot can be devastating enough, but this is a human." His eyes widened. "I'm not getting any readings." He gasped. "How could I not have seen this? Rafael's been infected with Dark Energon."

Marty's throat went dry. 

"I need Energon," Ratchet cried.

"Wait," June said. "You said Energon was devastating to humans."

"Under normal circumstances, quite. But I am relying upon the dark matter currently invading Rafael's body to meet it head on."

Bumblebee walked over to Ratchet and held out his arm. The medic nodded and room a syringe, sucking the Energon out of the scout.

Raf's monitor started beeped furiously.

"I need him over here now!" Ratchet shouted.

Jack and June rolled the cot over to the decontamination chamber. Once they exited, Ratchet worked quickly. The chamber began to glow brightly. Marty shielded her hazel eyes from the blinding light.

Once it was over, they ran back in. June took the boys hand, her fingers resting on his wrist. "Pulse rate is stabilizing."

The boy's eyes opened, slowly but surely. His chocolate hues settled on his guardian. "Bee," he croaked.

Marty sighed. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath. She turned back to Ratchet and gave him a small smile, but then she saw another figure.

When did Bulkhead get there. And where was Optimus??

"Bulkhead, you let Optimus face Megatron alone?" Arcee scolded.

"I didn't have a choice," Bulkhead explained.

Marty looked up at Ratchet worriedly. "It could be a trap."

"We need to get a fix on his location," he agreed. "I'm locked onto Optimus' signal." His eyes went wide. "Wait. How is this possible?"

"What? What is it??" Marty asked.

Ratchet whipped around. "We need to get Optimus out of there now!"

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[danikamariewrites]

Rockstar!Lucien Headcanons

A/n: thank you to @cursebrkr for coming up with this beautiful concept for Lucien. Please go check out their art it’s amazing! These r totally random and all over the place

Warnings: some nsfw concepts so minors dni (18+ please)

Rockstar Lucien is hot and he knows it. He's tall, muscular, and 100% covered in tattoos

He used to be self conscious about his face scar but then he adopted the “chicks dig scars” mentality and never looked back

that long red hair is just beautiful, he blow drys and styles it for sure!!!! He uses the best shampoo/conditioner so it’s always smooth and silky

He plays the guitar and loves whipping his hair around during his solos

His favorite is an electric guitar but will occasionally play acoustic if you ask him

Definitely has nose a piercing (changes from a stud or hoop depending on his mood) and definitely a tongue piercing too. There's also one that only you and him know about 😉

You guys met at a party after one of his bigger shows. You’re the friend of a daughter of some executive for his record label and you immediately caught his eye. He knew he had to talk to you

When Lucien loves, he loves hard and is very loyal and he just wants the same in return

He’s very cautious about getting close to people because he’s been hurt before and used for his fame. He didn’t want that to happen with you but after talking to you for a few days he knew you weren’t like that

Once he has you, he’s absolutely infatuated with you

On your first date he tries so hard to impress you but it goes terribly. He makes a complete dork of himself and his ‘cool rockstar’ facade slips. You thought it was so cute and endearing, he was surprised he got another date with you

You become Lucien’s muse when writing songs

You go to all the shows you can and even go on tour with him. If it’s a world tour he takes you to all the romantic spots in different countries and always takes you on fun adventures when he’s not busy rehearsing

You never get bored watching him on stage

Lucien makes sure you’re always sitting close to the stage so he can see you while performing. Whenever he sees you he always winks at you and starts dancing very suggestively on stage knowing it turns you on

Lucien is very protective of you

One time he stopped a show when he saw some guy harassing you. He was furious, he almost jumped off the stage but security escorted the guy from the venue before anything else happened

You watched the rest of the show from backstage that night. As soon as he was done Lucien took you straight home. He held you and apologized all night even though you told him over and over that it wasn't his fault

His fans absolutely adore you! If they recognize you at shows they always say hi and some even ask for a picture

You love watching him on stage and going out to parties together but your favorite times with him are when you guys can just relax at home alone

You love lazy days in bed together eating nothing but junk food and watching cartoons

Lucien is a child at heart and will insist you watch 2000s Disney shows (Suite Life of Zack and Cody is his fav)

Lucien has two nice cars and one really beautiful, expensive black motorcycle

When he bought it you weren’t crazy about it at first but when he handed you your own helmet and took you for a ride it changed your mind

You loved when he’d go super fast, it gave you an adrenaline rush

He's not a huge social media person, he only posts if he likes a picture of him from a show or event, or if new music is coming out

He doesn't like the media attention that comes with his job but he sucks it up

Lucien feels bad that you get wrapped up in it since you're a private person as well

He always has ways to bypass the paparazzi when you guys go out, he hates the way they shove cameras in your faces and the stupid questions they ask

He has punched a pap before for almost pushing you into traffic in the city

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Lucien plays guitar so he’s a god with his fingers. He knows exactly what he’s doing down there and can make you cum in seconds

His tongue piercing is also a plus when he goes down on you

It’s one of the metal balls and when he licks your clit the pressure is perfect

His favorite position is when your on top

Lucien loves when you ride him because he can see all of you and after your orgasm hits he pulls you into his chest

His other preferred position is taking you from behind

He loves running his hand down your arched back to squeeze the back of your neck

And he loves how deep he can get from that angle

When he’s in charge sex is usually rough and passionate. Love making is set aside for special occasions though, like if you haven’t seen each other in a long time

He’s always down to try anything unless it’s a no for you, he’d never want to make you uncomfortable

One of his band mates did walk in on you guys once in his dressing room and he never lived it down