Lovesick Influencer x fem toxic reader
──Intro
Warnings: matriarchal world, bxg, mpreg, reader is A RED FLAG, incompetent, gaslighting, manipulation (by reader) +++ Yes! The muscly person in pic is YOU, the reader. God, I love toxic readers--we need a hoard of em', well whether you are toxic or not or just tired of life, that's up for you to judge in this fic lmao ─ m.lists
Archie Bonetti. A TikTok, sensation. 5 million followers and still growing, with almost every video having million eyes watching it, is a pop culture icon. From GRWM + life tea and reviews in regards to food, makeup and dresses, he has a good range. He's the ultimate IT boy. He started his career from a YouTube channel and just being silly in his high school years, doing all sorts of goofy shit on the channel with his friends. The most important ones were his "How to become the man that gets chased" one in which he told his audience what kind of partner to be and what is the ideal woman to be with.
He never realized that life would reward him so much by just appearing in front of the camera and doing what he likes. But having fame has its own costs.
Heavy ones.
Being constantly judged. Having different opinions that revolves around you, some labeling you as the beautiful boy that give mean boy vibes to just a blunt reviewer, dome call you funny, some don't...yada yada, you know the drill. But with time one becomes content with their life. Engagement brings in money even if it's negative, money brings Archie happiness and the whole cycle keeps feeding his ego.
Where you do you come along? Well, you are a finance sis.
Yup.
His friends and him tried that.. going to certain restaurants in New York where big finance sisters with EVER BIGGER pockets come in thingy and it worked.
It wasn't like he wanted money, he had enough, but it was him wanting something that everyone was dying for...if that makes sense. Like introducing a girlfriend in finance just...sounded hot to him, just make sense of it yourself because that's how his brain works. also the fact that a girl that busy and focused might not be aware of him, proved true because you had no idea what influencers actually did except review products, do makeup and yap in front of a cam? Especially boys neither you had any interest (you zoned out at his babbling 15 minutes into the date). But he was hot and young. Perfect opportunity and you didn't have much time to play around. You wanted to settle and be done with this stupid responsibility. Maybe popping out a kid in a year or two sounds great.
Yeah, you were thinking all this when he was yapping about what camera lens is better.
Once, halfway through dinner, he stopped mid-sentence and stared.
"What?" you asked.
"Nothing," he said, smiling. "You just look like someone who knows exactly what they want."
You did. A house. Stability. A partner who didn't need babysitting. He fit. He listened. He was young enough to mold and old enough to commit.
When he finally asked, awkwardly, nervously, if you were exclusive, you didn't dramatize it. "Yes," you said. "I don't date multiple people."
His face lit up like you'd proposed.
That night, when he kissed you for the first time, it was careful. Like he was afraid you'd change your mind if he moved too fast. You didn't kiss back immediately, just let him, and the way his breath hitched told you everything you needed to know. Later, lying beside you, he talked again.
You stared at the ceiling, arm draped loosely over him.
He quieted on his own, curling closer like he belonged there.
You thought, distantly, this will work.
And when he fell asleep first, trusting, warm, utterly convinced , you didn't move him away.
You let him stay.
Because you didn't need love stories. You needed something steady.
And he needed someone to handle him. It was convenient like that.
And he soft launched you...accidentally that is.
He was filming a video , gorgeous lighting. Dewy makeup. Hair in soft waves. He's smiling too much for no reason. At the end, he turns the camera to show the outfit: oversized sweater, silver necklace, glossy lips. He adjusts the camera… and then a mysterious hand enters the frame, fixing his collar.
Just the hand. Just your hand.
He freezes , blush exploding across his cheeks.
"Um… thanks," he whispers. You walk out of frame. No face. No voice. Just presence.
Comments explode:
@ lalaland: WHO's HAND IS THAT?!?!? 👁️👁️👁️ @ kiwistan: Soft launch?!? Our boy is TAKEN??? @ yapper67: He looks so happy I'm crying @ cumcumber: you mean our gf😊? @ gaga'sshoelace: Her fingers look strong, omg he's whipped already
Archie replies to one comment:
":)"
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But fast forward to now...his viewers hated you.
Like, hated you.
Not in a normal way. In a clip-compilation, unemployed-as-fuck, parasocial, forensic-analysis way. They stitched his videos frame by frame. Slowed them down. Zoomed in. You became a concept. A case study. A villain.
It started small.
A clip of Archie on live, smiling too much. "Yeah, my girlfriend's working late again. She's busy-no, like, actually busy." Says Archie, picking up a wet towel from bed.
The comments went-
@ glopy: does he always defend her? Like all this jus' cuz someone's hot and 6ft? Plz- @ merekia: She doesn't even show up for him. LIKE IT'S OUR BOY ARCHIE WE TALKING BOUT?! How can you bag such a fine shyt and be such an asshole to them? @ urpersonalnekomaid: Notice how he said "actually busy" like he's convincing himself.
Another clip.
He's filming a GRWM, applying concealer. "She says I don't need this but I like looking nice for her."
Comments immediately go:
@ jillex: WHY is he seeking her approval? @ Haleop: She's definitely controlling his self-esteem. He ain't a boyboss I knew him to be anymore...@ gogoboi: This feels emotionally one-sided.
Then came the worst one.
A casual vlog. You’re off-camera. Barely audible.
Archie laughs and says, "No, she doesn't watch my videos. She doesn't even know what half of this means."Silence for half a second.
Then chaos.
@ kelio: SHE DOESN’T SUPPORT HIS CAREER??? @ jalepneo: That's actually insane. @ hellokitty32: If my partner didn't watch my content, I'd cry. @ getorade: She thinks she's better than him.
Someone made a compilation titled:
"Archie's Girlfriend Red Flags 🚩 (A THREAD)"
Clips included:
You not laughing at his jokes
You walking ahead of him once
Archie opening his own car door
You gaming while he talked in the background
Overlaid text:
"See how he always touches her first?" "He constantly seeks reassurance.” "This is classic emotional neglect. Women should just date women if they hate men so much." "MEN DESERVE BETTER"
Archie tried to joke it off.
On live, smiling, eyes tired: "Guys, please relax. She's not mean. She's just… quiet and camera shy."
That sentence alone fueled weeks of discourse.
@ boardroombaddie: Why is he justifying her personality? ARCHIE PLZ THIS ISN'T YOU FFS!- @ slevie: Quiet women are ALWAYS the scariest. @ cuntgiver: She works in finance and still can't hang a towel? Be serious and stop fucking justifying and babying her behaviour. Such men don't even deserve sympathy imo.
You didn't watch any of it.
You found out because Archie showed you one night, hesitant, phone hovering between you. His face covered with face masks and red ight thingy that honestly icked you.
"They think you hate me babe," he said softly. Almost apologetic.
You glanced at the screen for three seconds. Handed the phone back not even making an effort to see if they were right about you, were you really such a shit girlfriend that so many people hold this opinion?
"They're strangers. And with a lot of time in their hands."
That was it. Archie smiled like you'd just said something profound. The next day, he posted:
"Reminder: my relationship isn't content. Please stop projecting🌟"
Which, naturally, made it worse.
But he didn't stop dating you. Didn't stop smiling. Didn't stop orbiting. If anything, he leaned in harder. He left social media altogether. Like gone. No podcasts, no celebrity interviews or collabs.
A year later, he soft-launched again, quieter this time, almost careful. It was just one photo on his feed, no long caption, no storytime. Him in a soft knit, hair pulled back, hand resting low on his stomach where the bump was unmistakable if you looked twice, and your hand in the frame too, not holding his face, not performative, just there, fingers hooked into his belt, a ring glinting on yours and a thinner one on his. The caption was simple to the point of cruelty: "Some updates." No emojis. No explanations. The internet stalled for a full minute before exploding. Pregnancy speculation turned into certainty, engagement theories turned into breakdowns, and timelines were drawn up like crime boards. People zoomed in on the ring, on the way he was leaning slightly into you, on how relaxed he looked, too relaxed for someone supposedly trapped. Comments split violently between disbelief and grief. "HE'S PREGNANT??" "ENGAGED???" "WITH (Y/N)????" "This feels like a hostage photo, but why does he look so happy?" Some were genuinely happy for him too, and scolding the ones who were spouting negative shit on such an occasion.
He didn't reply to anything. Didn't post for three days after. When he finally did, it was a story of him drinking tea on the couch, your leg stretched across his lap, his hand rubbing absent circles over his stomach, his voice soft and offhand as he said, "Yeah, everything's good."
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It's not like you didn't show him affection, you did. However, his cameras won't capture all the private moments.
Sometimes, you'd appear behind him while he was making coffee, leaning over just enough to brush your lips against his ear and whisper, "This one's for me," and he'd nearly drop the mug, laughing nervously while his heart did somersaults. Other times, while he was scrolling through his phone, you'd snatch it out of his hand without warning and slide it across the table, deadpan, "Not today," and he'd sit there frozen, grinning, entirely unable to argue. You had a way of touching him that didn't ask permission, running a thumb over his cheek while he slept on the couch, or gripping his wrist mid-gesture and holding him there like you'd claimed him physically, and he melted quietly under your hand.
Then there were the playful ones: you'd tug his hair lightly while he was cooking, making him stumble backward, or pinch his side when he was laughing too loudly, turning a normal giggle into a breathless stammer. Sometimes, you'd drop him into your lap suddenly while he was editing a TikTok, arms wrapping around him in a tight, possessive hug, murmuring, "You're mine," and he'd freeze, staring at you like you'd just rewritten reality. Even a casual touch,like brushing crumbs off his shoulder or flicking a stray speck of makeup from his hand, could make him shiver, heart pounding, entirely undone by the simplest gesture.
And the quiet, domestic ones were just as deadly. While he folded laundry, you'd lean over his back and press your chest against him, cheek brushing his shoulder, sighing softly. When he cooked, you'd hover near the stove, deliberately letting your hand graze his forearm, watching him fumble without speaking. You didn't have to say anything; the smallest touch, the tiniest glance, or a barely audible hum of your approval could send him into a spiral of adoration.
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Beginning of 2026 is a trainwreck with women getting exposed left and right for either literally robbing a cradle or setting up a cradle with someone who isn't their husband ( an: chat did i cook with this line? ☠) and well Archie's followers--- frenemies at this point- are like digging so fucking deep to just find some kinda dirt on your bitcoin ass.
And they ...well worked hard for a while before an influencer by the name of Bailey Crown stepped forward with a reel with a teasing caption "I also have receipts on this influencer's gf, should I expose?" and people went wild, betting on whom it could be, no like, literally, a poll was done. Your name being there too, along with some other NBA players...
What a load of unemployed freak shi-
Anyway, guess what?
"My dating experience with that finance sis."
Boom. The video gets viral on tiktok. Bailey being a MUA spills tea doing his makeup and starts.
"So," he starts, dabbing primer onto his cheekbones, voice way too calm for what he’s about to say. " Yes I am talking about the bitcoin girl. The 6'2, and whose name starts with a (Your first alph). We dated for about a month. Not a hookup. Not a one-off. A month. Consistent texts. Weekly dinners. Sleepovers. And I fucking kid you not I met her assistant before I met her friends."
He blends concealer, unblinking.
"She loves control. And I don't mean in a cute 'I'lll order for the table' way. I mean- she'd decide when we saw each other. When I was allowed to be upset. When things were 'too emotional.'"
A painful pause with a cringed and disgusted impression.
"She once rescheduled our date because her stocks were 'in a bad mood'"
He raises an eyebrow. "And I waited. Because, you know, women, they make you think maybe you're the problem. I was immature at that point in my life, guys, okay? Don't judge." Bailey sighs, switches brushes.
"She hated it when I wore anything too soft. Said it made me look 'impressionable.' Told me I should stop using heart emojis because they made people think I was 'available.' CAN. YOU. FUCKING. BELIEVE THE AUDACITY. OF THESE WOMEN?. Like---God, I don't even know why I date women in the first place, like fucking makes me want to question EVERYTHING."
He chuckles once, humorless.
"Movin on my boys, she didn't like that I posted. Didn't like when my audience flirted. But had no issue reminding me- constantly- that I was replaceable. And why would you go on a date with and continue dating an influencer if you have a problem with me being a public figure?"
He leans closer to the camera, voice dropping. "And don't get me wrong. She never raised her voice. That's the thing. She'd just… fucking smile. Say, 'You're overthinking.' Or, 'That's not how it happened, darling." LIKE AHHH! Looking back at it now? That's so scary. And so classic." He picks up his phone.
"Now. Receipts. Cuz' of course. I am not making this shit up. Anyway, I asked her if we were exclusive. She said yes."
Screenshot flashes on the screen, showing the texts.
"Two weeks later? She cancels on me because she's 'working late." This time, it's screenshots of Instagram posts. "Same fucking night, guess what guys? She's liking thirst traps of three different men. One of whom-"
He smirks. "-was already married." Bailey exhales through his nose. " We had an argument about it and she of course was making excuses like no those posts are old and blah blah--LIKE HOW? They just posted it. How can they be old? Like that's how patronizing she was thinking that I carry nothing but air in my head and like for real, women go around ACTUALL believing this fact. That we men--we are just floating balloons." He looks straight into the camera.
"Did I mention she laughed? Imma mention again anyway."
A long pause. Mascara wand frozen mid-air. With this look on his face 👁👄👁
"And then she said, ‘You're sweet, Bailey. But you get attached too fast.' and we are not 'that official', whatever the fuck that means when you are literally with someone for over two weeks. Why are you texting me daily then? Why are you deciding dates on your own and picking me up from literally my workplace? Legit." He finishes the mascara stroke. "So yeah. That's my experience. No baby-trapping. No cradle-robbing. Just a woman who likes power a little too much and men who don't ask questions."
He sets the wand down. "I'm not attacking anyone, I am exposing, helping, man to man. I'm saying- if you date her? Know what you’re signing up for. And since young men follow you, you don't wanna set an example that dating such a walking douchebag is like---romantic. People have been watching you since 2018. And my boy Archie deserves better. Every man on this fucking planet deserves better, you hear me?"
Then, softer. Almost sincere.
"And if you're happy now? Good. Genuinely. But don't act surprised when people talk."
He smiles at the camera, polished, devastating and does a twirl. Anyway. That's it. I'm late for brunch. Bye bye my fairies, MUAH" And the comments? On fire.
@ emotionalroi: she treated him like a depreciating asset 💀 @ lipglosslaw: "my stocks were in a bad mood" I'M SCREAMING @ meninsoftknit: he survived but at what cost @ receiptsorban: WAIT IS THIS ARCHIE'S GIRLFRIEND @ softlaunchpolice: so THIS is why he never tags her @ chronicallyinvested: oh archie babe stand UP @ sheeos: y'all calling this toxic, but if a man did it, you'd call him confident, smh. @ cheetobiixh: IT IS FUCKING (Y/N) (L/N), OML , GUYS! @ fx88ceo: maybe he just couldn't keep up 😌 @ istandforbelttreatmentforwomen: Bailey: You liked 3 men's posts?! (Y/N) be like: HA💸HA💸HA💸HA💸
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Archie doesn't stitch Bailey's video.
That alone gets people nervous. Instead, he posts a mukbang.
Camera angled slightly too close, hoodie stretched over a very visible four-month bump, a spread of fire noodles, tteokbokki, and a slice of cheesecake sitting innocently to the side like it didn’t just witness violence. His cheeks are already pink, eyes a little glassy, half spice, half pregnancy hormones.
The caption is simple, "Some thoughts."
No hashtags. He slurps noodles first. Loud and aggressive.
Then he looks at the camera. "Hi," Archie says, mouth still a little full. "I wasn't gonna say anything. My doctor actually told me to avoid unnecessary stress."
He wipes his mouth carefully.
"But y'all are annoying." He reaches for water, wincing.
"First of all--Bailey." He nods once. "I watched your video. Twice. Once on my For You page, once because my aunt sent it to me."
A pause.
"That's where we're at." He takes another bite of spicy rice cake like he's punishing himself. 'You're not lying about dating her. I knew that. She told me. Like an adult. Early. With context."
He shrugs.
"And yeah. She can be… a lot." A small smile tugs at his mouth despite himself. "She's decisive. She's blunt. She doesn't baby people. That's kind of her whole thing."
He sets his chopsticks down, suddenly serious.
"But let's not rewrite history like she was dangling you on a leash for sport."
Archie leans forward.
'You're grown. You stayed because you wanted to. You liked the attention. You liked dating someone powerful. And when it stopped feeling good, you left. That's not abuse. That's dating."
He exhales, rubs his stomach absentmindedly.
"And the screenshots?" A soft laugh. "Liking posts isn't cheating. If it is, half of TikTok needs jail time."
He reaches for the cheesecake now, stabbing it dramatically with his fork. "As for the 'replaceable' comment-" he grimaces. "Yeah. That one sucked. I won't defend that. She's apologized. To you. To me. Privately."
He takes a bite of cheesecake, eyes closing.
"Oh my god. That's damn good. She bought this from my fave store before I even woke up." Then, quieter, "But here's what you didn't say."
Archie looks straight into the camera now. No joking. "She's never lied to me. Never hidden me. Never made me feel small."
A hand settles over his bump, protective, instinctive.
"She comes to my appointments. She makes spreadsheets for the baby budget. She learned how to cook for pregnancy cravings she doesn't even have. Buying gifts left and right, setting up everything for the baby's arrival since the day we found out we were expecting. There isn't a fucking day that I am not grateful. Grateful for such a wonderful woman in my life. And yeah. She's intense, some just are. She's straightforward. She's not soft in the way people expect women to be. But she's soft with me. So if you didn't feel loved by her? I'm sorry. Genuinely. You just weren't for her then."
He nods toward the camera. "But don't turn my partner into a villain because the relationship didn't work for you." Archie sighs, tired now.
"And to everyone else, stop projecting your failed situationships onto my family." He picks up another noodle, then adds as an afterthought: "Also, I'm pregnant, spicy food makes me cry, and I still filmed this. So show some respect."
And that was the day the internet collectively decided: this man is hopeless. No matter what we fucking say, he isn’t going to listen. What a tragic downfall.
Except… it isn't one. Because people don't unfollow Archie the way they're supposed to.
Some do, obviously. The loud ones. The mature lads. The moral high-ground brigade who announce their departure like it's an airport. But a surprising number stay. Quietly entertained and curious.
And then there are the boys. Young, soft-voiced, freshly verified men in Archie's comments, suddenly inspired. Ones with ring lights and clean bedrooms and comments that start with "no offense but--" They flood his inbox left and right, as if he discovered the solution to stop global warming.
"How do I bag a finance baddie?😭😭" "Father, drop the tutorial fr." "Is there a class or do I just suffer?" "Does letting her control my calendar help or hurt?"
Some are joking. Some are absolutely not.
Archie responds in a reels, because of course he does. One video is just him folding baby clothes on the couch, very pregnant, very serene. Text on screen: "I wasn't asking."
tag: @bintangbiru @enchantingkitty (tagged you as well cuz i thought u be waiting for a long time kitty, hope u didn't mind)