#tbh I did not think I would be this obsessed with them

[forgotten-time-sys]

all of my answers:

devour - oh absolutely! it already almost does on the regular, but i would give everything and more to my partner,,,, whatever they want of me they can have,,

raw meat - i'll respond from both perspectives- i would be more than willing to have absolutely no privacy with them, tell and show them everything if they want me to,, on the other hand, i would kinda like if they had no privacy from me either, but i'd understand and be willing to let them have any that they feel most comfortable with, as long as my partner is happy so am i,,, :]

flesh - uhmmm,,,, i love marks on both of us,, i want bites and bruises and to do the same to them, especially matching marks,,,, i would love to stalk them and isolate them and i would love it sm if they did the same to me, pretty much any way you can think of i'm happy with it,,

bloodshed - i think i'd probably be more on the gentle side, but i'd like to be able to hurt them at least a bit???? idk if i could seriously hurt them, but i like the idea of it!

bloodlust - god,,, i would most likely be super mad and jealous,, i like to think i'd at least tell off the person flirting with them, even if i would like to get in a fight and prove to them and everyone else that they're with me so it never happens again, but i'd probably just get quiet and glare and say something and just be super passive aggressive to the person flirting,, as for my partner themself, i would be quiet with them too, not that i'd be mad at them exactly (unless they went along with it), but i'd be passive aggressive abt everything and to them unintentionally and maybe grab them a bit harder and be a bit more aggressive until i calm down,,

consumption - oh yes,,, i'd probably feel bad not letting them at least talk to their family and with friends over text, but i would love it if we were both isolated and dependant on each other only,,,

ferocity - i know that if they were ok with it i'd at least call them degrading names,, if not i might still slip something in occasionally, but as for being violent??? i would like to at least be toxic and grab harder, have "accidents" that hurt them and stuff, but i'd be willing to try and be more violent and at least leave bruises!

theophagy - oh i'm definitely more of the worshipper and want everything to be dictated and controlled,, i would like to be able to control some stuff w them at least, like who they talk to and stuff like that, but otherwise it's mostly me wanting my life to be controlled in every aspect,,

flesh-eater - oh abso-fucking-lutely!! i would spiral and let the entirety of my mental health be flushed down the drain for them until i'm only crazy for them- i want to be worse bc of and for them, let them manipulate my every thought until i think only how they want me to- (and i'd like to do that at least a bit w them too, let's make each other crazy and sm worse until we're both too obsessed to be normal again,,,)

ingesting - realistically,, not a lot probably,, i'd feel bad, but i would also do my best to make myself not give in for longer and longer until maybe they have to cry and scream for me to give in,,

rotting - love someone else, be obsessed with anyone else, give their attention to someone other than me, that is the worst they could do to me, anything else is ok as long as they don't forget abt me and instead leave me for someone else

insatiable - oh absolutely! i would give them so many chances as long as it would mean they would still be with me, even if they hurt me until i wanted to kms tbh,,

devotion - definitely- i'd make an exception for family and others that i trust them that wouldn't take them from me, otherwise i would much prefer they didn't interact with anyone else unless i was able to watch over and see that they weren't trying to replace me with them, idk what i would do abt it exactly, at least try and keep a monitor over it, if not keep us both isolated and try to take away things that would let them interact with others, but i would also trust my partner enough unless they proved to me that i couldn't trust them

appetite - def more masochist leaning, i love being the one hurt even if i'm scared of pain and stuff, but i want to get used to it more, but i do have a bit of a sadistic side and want to hurt them at least a bit in more mild ways, tho again idk how i'd get around to getting more comfortable w that too ^^;

tabboo - literally whatever they wanted, if i had to hurt myself or them or someone else to prove it, if i had to humiliate myself in from of everyone, i don’t care as long as they're satisfied, i would commit crimes or anything else as long as i can prove myself and make them happy,,,

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Devour ┈ Are you willing to let your love for your partner devour you completely? Will you let it take over every expect of your life?

Raw meat ┈ How much privacy are you willing to give your partner? If any at all.

Flesh ┈ How do you like to show your obsession? Marks? Stalking? Isolation?

Bloodshed ┈ Could you ever seriously hurt your partner? Or do you prefer to love them gently?

Bloodlust ┈ If someone were to flirt with your partner how would you react? Would you hurt the person or punish your partner?

Consumption ┈ Would you isolate your partner from everyone and everything? Make them spiral and only dependent on you?

Ferocity ┈ Are you someone that would get violent with their partner? Would you be willing to give them bruises, cuts, burns? Or just call them degrading names?

Theophagy ┈ Do you want your partner to dictate and control every part of your life or the other way around? Are you the worshipper or the God being worshipped?

Flesh-eater ┈ Would you give up your sanity for your partner? Will you let them manipulate you? Let them make your mental health worse?

Ingesting ┈ How much begging would your partner have to do for you to give into their pleads

Rotting ┈ What is the worst thing your partner could do to you?

Insatiable ┈ Do you believe in second chance? If your partner were to hurt you in a indescribable way could you ever forgive them?

Devotion ┈ Do you want your partner to only interact with you? Are you willing to go to extreme lengths to make that happen?

Appetite ┈ Are you more masochist or sadist leaning?

Taboo ┈ How far would you go for your partner? What's the worst thing you would do to prove your love?

Canines ┈ any questions you want to ask.

[evilkitten3]

Is it true that there are rumors against the Uchiha? Because people talk about them as if they're the absolute truth, and I'm like, "When was this said?" Because most people talk about how great the Uchiha are and that they're a prestigious clan. In Naruto, Sasuke was almost, so to speak, a celebrity for being the Last Uchiha, and Orochimaru was obsessed with the Sharingan. But come Shippuden, and the Uchiha, unless Sasuke is not present, are barely mentioned; they're practically an old story.

I think people say that because of the worst person's comment when referring to the Uchiha, Tobirama ahem ahem ahem, talks about a rumor that hatred fuels their eyes, and technically he's wrong, but at the same time it's not, it's emotions that fuel their eyes, but that could have been an observation he made on the battlefield, it wouldn't be strange, also the stronger the emotion, the stronger their eyes become, we've seen it with Sasuke and some Uchiha and the Mangekyou is the greatest demonstration.

Although it may be that people don't speak ill of the Uchiha because well, they're dead and for some reason people don't like to speak ill of people when they die, it was also a tragic event. Afterwards, I don't remember any other event apart from people clinging with all their body to the fact that there were rumors against the Uchiha or I don't remember well.

mm... yes and no? as i've said, shippuden and classic are effectively two separate stories in terms of stuff like themes. shippuden is based on classic, but it's overall remarkably different for a number of reasons.

as mentioned in a relatively recent meta post i did somewhere, a huge flaw in kishimoto's story of the uchiha's downfall is how he ultimately created a world in which no one has any actual attachment to anyone who died in the massacre except for sasuke (and in theory itachi but.... honestly not really. especially since by virtue of his role in the story he mostly doesn't get to actually show that he cared about the people he killed regardless of how he actually felt about them)

it's honestly almost brilliant how kishimoto managed to avoid having just about everyone sans sasuke not have actually lost anything in the massacre bc everyone who had a connection to an dead uchiha either had that connection to an uchiha who died outside of the massacre (kakashi, shisui somehow) or they themselves died before it even happened (kushina, shisui again)

seriously, let's look at who the canonical uchiha (who died in the massacre) have real connections to outside of the uchiha clan:

fugaku - hiruzen (named his second son after hiruzen's father; to my knowledge we don't ever see them interact but presumably they did at least somewhat but tbh this is still basically a nobody answer too)

inabi - nobody

izumi - nobody

mikoto - kushina (her good friend; died before the massacre), biwako (named her second son after biwako's father-in-law in the hopes that he would grow up to be a strong, splendid shinobi; died before the massacre)

tekka - nobody

teyaki - nobody

uruchi - nobody

yakumi (presumably; i think we don't know when he died) - nobody

yashiro - nobody

these are the only uchiha we ever meet who died in the massacre, and the only people have any connections outside the clan are sasuke's parents (really just sasuke's mom), which means the number of people who have any interest as to how the oppression of the uchiha clan actually impacted the uchiha clan is basically just sasuke. and sasuke was like eight.

it should also be noted that at least three of these people (four if you count fugaku) were treated as antagonists to itachi's backstory which is. definitely A Choice. teyaki and uruchi are just the senbei shop people (who sasuke seems to be on good terms with but we see very little of them outside of like one panel), izumi is just itachi's childhood love interest, yakumi might not have died in the massacre at all, and inabi, tekka, and yashiro are mainly just those big meanies who think itachi should be arrested for presumably murdering his best friend (how dare they.), that really just leaves us with fugaku and mikoto feeling like the only actual casualties of the massacre.

this is why the narrative tends to just forget about the uchiha clan part altogether unless sasuke is actually there to force it to remember, but irl it also left the fanbase with an admittedly understandable that all sasuke really lost was his parents like everyone else in the series. so outside of when sasuke actually says "hey it's Uchiha Time we're talking about my family now" the narrative never really has a reason (or interest) in actually discussing the uchiha clan or what happened to them. we're left with a pretty big disinterest in the uchiha massacre both in and out of story, with the only real relevance it ever seems to have being whether or not you like/care about sasuke

this is imo one of the biggest weaknesses in the story. it's way too major and impactful an event to mean so little to almost everyone in the entire series

oh and the other rumor i can remember was that the uchiha clan was suspected of having caused the kyuubi attack but i don't think we ever even see anyone say that, we're just told it's being said.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

“Stop making AUs of a cut plot from 40 years ago” I tell my crazed mind but it would not stop

[dewwshi]

The people demand more Minlach. ( please more we are desperate and your art of them is so good 🥺🥺🥺)

🫡

my beautiful yuri... sooo critical to me that minthara 1. fell first 2. fell harder. something abt the idea of this self-avowed villain being utterly and inexplicably smitten with the sweetest nicest golden retriever girl in the world

[star--anon]

Gally hides a lot of his panic attacks and nightmares that he got after he went through the Changing in a desperate attempt to be liked again in the Glade

He was kind of universally hated in the books, apparently becoming extremely unlikeable after he got Stung

which is honestly so sad. What he saw drove him slightly insane and he couldn’t handle it and shut down.

[kurthorton-moving]

I watched the lightning thief movie the other day and i loved it so much it made me sad

[bumpscosity]

i finally got a G7 lps!!! i used the barcode trick to get this cutie :) as someone who has a TON of g2 pets from my childhood and was a HUGE fan the sculpt is really amazing, looks and feels super authentic to the older pets!

the paint application and quality could use some work though, mines a little off in some places and is pretty rough in others. the plastic itself feels cheaper too, slightly squishier than g2 which makes me worried they won't last as long :(

i didn't know they came with little accessories that trophy is an adorable touch, love the cards! the coin is for the roblox game i think? i've only played it a little bit but im excited to check it out again since i assume its had updates.

i also love that they come with little checklists for all the pets, i've always loved when toys show me what else i can get!

overall i feel like these are gonna be like g3 monster high, where the first releases are pretty good but with all the fan attention quality will just keep improving!

[eolande]

I MISS GODWYN AGAIN (thought about Wedding Day) godddd i'd love to commission art of them someday so badly...

[sleepyhoon]

✰ pairing. — emo!hs x reader

✰ genre. — early 2000s au, best friend's older brother, childhood friends to lovers, smut, light angst.

✰ word count. — 7k+

✰ warnings. — swearing, family issues, partying, mentions of drinking/drugs, friendship betrayal (?), smut [virginity loss, teasing, fingering, soft dom!hs, "i've waited so long for this" type shit], reader and hs are both 18+, minors dni. very cliche shit. reader doesn’t know much abt sex tbh.

✰ synopsis. — Love notes were slipped into your locker on a daily basis. Variations of messy, boyish handwriting on yellow sticky notes stacked upon themselves by the end of each school day. Every Friday night you were invited out with the promise of, "You'll have fun, just give it a chance."

You could have any guy you wanted, no doubt about it. Yet somehow, the only one you do want is the tattooed, gothic one that lives a few doors down from your best friend.

✰ a/n. revamping this from my bts acc with heeseung this time bc im absolutely obsessed with this couple and need them to exist in every possible universe :P revamping part 2 as we speak and ill post in a few days hehe

✰ perm taglist. @intromortal @aanniikkaa @meetletsinmontauk @lovelyyf @right-person-wrong-time

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Two monumental events had been etched into your brain for eternity, the first being sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet up with your friends at the community pool. The second is fifteen minutes upon arriving at the pool, seeing your best friend's older brother emerge from the chlorine-scented water as if he were Poseidon and realizing you were utterly infatuated by him.

Lee Chaeryeong isn't blind to this, immediately pulling you away from the crowd to question the longing gaze on your face. "Out of every fucking guy here with us, you're making eyes at my brother? You do know that Heeseung is completely gross, right?" She was so furious, you're surprised no steam was blowing from her ears.

Deny it all you want (and you certainly did within that fifteen-minute interrogation); Heeseung very clearly had a hold on you that lasted many years following that fateful night. He wasn't even your usual type; he wouldn't be caught dead around the guys you're typically drawn to. He had a rebellious side; maybe that's why getting him out of your head was nearly impossible.

Of course, the eternal guilt of falling for your best friend's older, dumbass brother is also difficult to get out of your head.

It can't be helped, really. Anytime you'd visit their home, your eyes would automatically wander through the crack of his doorway as you'd pass by. Whether he was messily cutting his dark hair while blasting Pierce the Veil from his speakers or giving himself a new Stick-and-Poke tattoo as he waited for a CD to finish burning, you long to break away from Chaeryeong for a moment to speak to him. Ask him about his day or if his band had any upcoming gigs. You'd even talk to him about paint drying if it meant you'd get to be in the same space as him.

So it's safe to say you were completely heartbroken when he left for college. Chaeryeong, however, is over the moon. Or so you think.

"… He's your brother, though. You don't think you're gonna miss him at all?" You ask, watching Chaeryeong delicately paint your fingernails a pretty shade of purple.

She shrugs, "I mean… it's definitely gonna be weird not seeing him around the house every day, but he'll still visit sometimes. Maybe."

Deep down, Chaeryeong knows Heeseung won't visit much. He'd been craving freedom and independence from their parents for ages, and moving away for college gave him the perfect opportunity to live as he pleased. They weren't fond of the clothes he wore or the friends he had, and absolutely couldn't bear the music his band makes. They criticized every little thing about him, and he'd finally be getting a break from them.

As you're about to ask Chaeryeong if she's okay, she stands from her bed, screwing the nail polish closed. "I'll be back. I have to let Bam out." Her voice is shaky, and she doesn't look at you as she exits the room.

You take the opportunity to make your way down the hall and to Heeseung's door, which he has conveniently left wide open as he scrolls on his desktop. His knees are pressed against his chest as he's heavily focused on editing his Facebook page. There's a rock song playing lightly from another tab that you can't quite identify; he uses his free hand to gently tap along to the beat of the music.

His room is covered in cardboard boxes, soon to be packed into his parents' minivan and making their way to the University of San Francisco dorms.

Your knuckles tap on his wooden door, your heart fluttering when he turns around, and you realize he's changed the ring on his lip from black to silver.

He nods at you, "What's up?"

"Nothing. I just know you're leaving in the morning, and I wanted to say bye. And wish you good luck, of course." You're not sure why you're so heartbroken. It's not like the two of you were ever a thing. It's not like this would be your last time seeing him. Why were you so upset?

"Cool, thanks." You assume that was his way of indirectly telling you to get out until he reaches into his desk drawer and says, "Catch," before tossing something towards you.

Careful not to mess up your manicure, you easily catch the item, unfolding what appears to be a purple bandanna. "What's this for?" You ask, inspecting the material in your palms.

"To remember me by, duh. Plus, it matches your nails.”

It'd be silly to tell him you genuinely don't need this because there was no way in hell you could ever forget about him. Instead, you clutch the bandana tightly in your fist and make a silent vow to keep it with you at all times; have a piece of him with you at all times.

You thank him and tell him it's nice, but all you can wonder is why he even wants you to remember him in the first place. Maybe you're overthinking. He probably just didn't care for the useless accessory anymore.

When you turn to leave, Heeseung stops you with a gentle call of your name. He turns his head in your direction, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything." You whisper back, praying you don't sound overly desperate for a more extended interaction with him.

A beat of silence passes, and just as he opens his mouth to respond, Chaeryeong is stomping up the stairs and belting out your name. You gaze away from Heeseung to glance behind you, listening as his sister shouts about doing each other's makeup.

"Never mind, actually. It's not important." Heeseung interrupts, and you physically feel your heart sink to the floor.

You're about to be annoying and pry a response out of him until your eyes dart to his floor, and you see it. What slipped out from his drawer when he tossed the bandana at you.

A condom wrapper. An empty one, at that.

It's embarrassing how quickly your vision becomes glossy, salty tears threatening to release with each passing second. Of course, he's fucking someone. Of course, that person isn't you. Of fucking course.

You shouldn't be surprised; he's probably more into girls with a similar aesthetic. She's probably covered in tattoos and piercings, just like him. She's probably older than you and may even have her own car, unlike you, who still had to catch rides with your parents or older sister.

It's odd, though. You're not entirely naive; you know Heeseung definitely flirts with you here and there, catching his eye when his gaze lingers on you for a second too long. There's a noticeable tension between the two of you that even your parents have teased about. And this whole time, he's been screwing someone else?

Heeseung hangs out with so many girls it'd be useless to even attempt to uncover who this mystery person is. It's none of your business, anyway.

So you leave.

You tell Chaeryeong you'll get grounded if you're home past curfew, and with tear-stained cheeks, you run home.

The following day isn't any easier.

Chaeryeong posted a photo on FaceBook of herself and Heeseung posing together, arms wrapped around each other, with the caption "c u l8r alligator XD". The comments are already flooded with responses wishing Heeseung farewell, some from family members or friends of the siblings.

"Don't 4get abt me!!!!!! >:( "from a girl with red hair catches your eye because it's the only one Heeseung responded to. You can't bring yourself to read his full reply, fingers moving to quickly close the tab after seeing the word 'Never.'

It's probably her, you think to yourself, the one he's sleeping with.

Maybe it's for the best that Heeseung's moving away; it'll give you some time to get over him.

And you most certainly did.

The only time he ever crosses your mind is when Chaeryeong brings him up (which she rarely does) or when you pass by his empty bedroom. Deep down, you know you'll always care for Heeseung on some level, but time away from him was just what you needed. You were too attached to him for no fathomable reason, rejecting any guy interested in you with the premise of being loyal to a guy who didn't even want you. He'd probably been sneaking girls in through his window, with you a few doors down doing magazine quizzes with his sister; blissfully unaware of what was happening down the hall.

You’re better off without him.

That's what you've been telling yourself daily until now. It's the start of summer vacation, and Heeseung's been summoned home to spend it with his family before Chaeryeong (and you) transfer to the University of San Francisco.

Heeseung was hesitant about coming home, as he always is. In constant fear that his parents have some elaborate plan for him to change his major or set him up with someone they deem acceptable, nothing like the girls he hangs around and probably invites back to his dorm.

It took days of convincing until Heeseung finally agreed to come home, under the premise that his parents' intentions were pure and that they simply wanted one last summer together before Chaeryeong moved away for college. They also hoped he'd be able to house-sit and watch over Chaeryeong for a few days as they took their annual anniversary trip to San Diego. That, however, took some bribing and the promise of gas money on their end.

He's not due to arrive until tomorrow morning, and you've convinced yourself there's no reason for you to see him right away. You'd be fine if the next time you saw him was in a few months as you're moving into your dorm. After years of longing, you've finally moved on from him.

Some of you have debated telling Chaeryeong about your past feelings for her brother, but there's no point. It was a one-sided relationship with absolutely zero depth, nothing worth discussing. So when she nudges your side and asks if you're interested in anyone, you reply with a shake of your head.

Chaeryeong has no reaction to this; she can't remember the last time you've been into anyone despite having the entire male population at your school practically throwing themselves at you. "Maybe you'll meet someone tonight."

She's referencing the house party you're going to, which she practically had to drag you out of your room to attend. Parties are different from your scene, especially on a day like today when you were hoping to have a girls' night with Chaeryeong. She had other plans, however.

"Maybe," you respond, sighing as the house you're attending is finally in your viewpoint. "We're not staying long, right? It looks packed."

Cars are parked throughout the street, one house, in particular, being the center of attention with loud music and drunk people decorating the front yard of a suburban-looking home. Chaeryeong looks as ecstatic as ever, looping her arm in yours and picking up her pace. She doesn't respond. It doesn't matter. Her response would've disregarded your concern.

One car catches your eye as you enter the unfamiliar house; it's parked towards the end of the street, and you swear you've been in it before. You're not able to dwell on it for too long, though, because Chaeryeong has to practically yank you through the front door.

Your nerves are at an all-time high. The music is entirely too loud, and there isn't a single sober person in sight. You're not sure how Chaeryeong even found out about this party, but you really wish she would've left you out of it. You'd go now if it were acceptable, but Chaeryeong would've stayed regardless, and you refuse to leave her alone. So, you push your feelings to the side and take her hand as she leads you towards the kitchen.

"Thirsty?" Chaeryeong questions, forcing a red solo cup into your hand.

"Not at all," you respond, sighing as Chaeryeong pours something into your cup.

"It's just ginger ale," she reassures you, "I don't think either of us should get drunk here." For once, she's being reasonable.

Chaeryeong suggests you do a lap around the house in hopes of running into people you may have gone to school with. And to your surprise, a decent amount of your past classmates have decided to attend. You feel more at ease with them around, a bit more comfortable now that you're around recognizable people. Although you initially hesitated to show up, you're glad you did.

"Anybody catch your eye yet? Or are you still breaking hearts?" Your old classmate, Yeoreum, questions.

You shake your head, about to explain that you're not interested in dating right now, until she gestures behind you. "That guy is pretty cute."

You shift on the couch, looking around until you spot who Yeoreum had been gesturing towards. You locate him finally, and she's right; he is cute. He just seems so familiar.

That's when it hits you.

"Oh my God," you whisper, eyes locked on him, and you slowly rise from the couch.

It's Heeseung. And the car you recognized was his. He's here. What is he doing here? He isn't due to be back until tomorrow morning.

You almost don't realize it's him until you spot the mole under his lip. He's grown his hair out and stopped dyeing it, the slew of tattoos that decorated his arm (God, did he start working out, too?) nicely connected, now creating a sleeve, and he's given himself an eyebrow piercing. Your feelings for him come rushing back in full force.

Panicked, you reach for Chaeryeong's hand, but she's nowhere to be found. Careful not to be seen by her brother, you bow your head slightly, passing through a crowd of sweaty bodies until you finally spot her kitty heels. She's leaned against a wall, swirling around her cup while flirting with some guy you'd seen around school a few times.

Creating some much-needed distance between the two, you tug Chaeryeong towards you. "I think I just saw your brother."

"What? No, he won't even be in the city until tomorrow morning."

Frustrated, you quickly search the crowd until your eyes land on him again. You ignore the fact that he's now speaking to some girl with red hair and tattoos scattered across her arm and point in their direction, "Well, then that guy looks just like him."

Chaeryeong squints her eyes in disbelief at the boy in question until the doubt becomes confusion, and the confusion becomes realization. "Oh my God! The fuck is he doing here?" She turns towards you as if you're supposed to have the answer.

"The fuck should I know? You said he wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning!"

"Because that's what he told our parents! How was I supposed to know he was gonna be here? I never would've come if I knew!"

"What are you guys doing here?" A voice you haven't heard in so long interrupts. You don't even want to turn around.

"What are you doing here?" Chaeryeong throws back, and the two stare at each other in angry silence for a moment until Heeseung steps to the side. "Upstairs," he says, nodding towards the staircase.

"But—"

"Go."

Chaeryeong's clearly aggravated but makes her way towards the stairs. You remain in place with your arms crossed, raising a brow in confusion when Heeseung looks at you. "What?"

"You too."

"I'm not—"

"I'm not asking again," he says simply. You convince yourself that you only take his command because you don't feel like fighting. Definitely not because it's interesting to have him boss you around.

Trudging up the stairs behind Chaeryeong, you wait with her in the hallway until Heeseung arrives. "Come on," he says, entering a bathroom and turning the light on. Neither you nor Chaeryeong protest; there really isn't any point.

As soon as the door is shut, Chaeryeong is yelling at the top of her lungs. "What the fuck are you doing here?! You said you wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning! Mom and Dad had to push their trip back just to give you more time to arrive, and you're already fucking here?! The fuck is the matter with you?!"

"I'm not gonna respond if you're gonna be yelling like this." Heeseung says calmly, leaning against the sink, "Let me get my questions out first, then I'll answer any of yours, deal?"

Chaeryeong glances over at you, sitting on the bathtub's edge, and you nod. She returns her attention back to Heeseung, takes a deep breath, then agrees.

"Now, what are you guys doing here?! How'd you even get invited?! And you're drinking?!" The calm demeanor from earlier slips away in a matter of seconds, clearly a hoax just to get Chaeryeong to calm down enough to let him speak.

"It's just ginger ale, and we've barely even had any! We were invited by our friends, okay? We have just as much right to be here as you do."

Heeseung scoffs, clearly unamused. "Right, and I'm assuming Mom and Dad know you're here then, huh?"

Chaeryeong nervously tucks a hair behind her ear. You wonder why you even have to be in here with them. It's not like Heeseung is your brother, anyway.

"We told our parents that we were going to a birthday party at a friend's house." Chaeryeong mumbles, barely able to look Heeseung in the eye.

"And what did they say when they dropped you guys off?"

"They didn't drop us off," you interrupt, "we walked here."

"Well, I wasn't gonna tell him that." Chaeryeong glares at you, it takes every bone in your body to not to laugh at her.

You're so over this. You didn't want to attend this dumb party in the first place, and seeing Heeseung flirting with some girl who could've been his female counterpart was the icing on the cake. It doesn't matter if your feelings for him were gone before tonight; every little emotion you'd felt for him over the years had returned (as if they ever left).

"And how exactly did you two geniuses plan on getting home?"

"Same way we got here."

"Can you please just let me handle this? Jesus Christ…" Chaeryeong shoots another frustrated glare at you, and you can't help but roll your eyes at her. She turns back towards her brother, "Can you answer my questions now?"

Heeseung's eyes anxiously dart around the cramped bathroom, landing on you a few times before he's slowly nodding his head. "Alright, Mom and Dad basically forced me to spend the whole summer here, and I kept asking myself why they were so persistent about it. They finally told me they needed me to watch over you and the house for their stupid trip. I had plans too, you know? That I had to derail for them. My band could've spent this summer touring, making real money, and now we can't. So, they wanna inconvenience me? I'll inconvenience them right back."

"…Inconvenience them by doing what?" Chaeryeong asks the exact question you had.

Heeseung shrugs, "By telling them I'm gonna be arriving a day late, duh."

You and Chaeryeong exchange an awkward glance at one other before silently agreeing not to tease him about it. If this was his badass way of retaliating, who were you to rain on his parade?

"Are you gonna tell anyone you saw us here?" Chaeryeong questions, a noticible tremble in her voice.

"As long as you guys don't tell anyone you saw me."

It's a fair trade, you accept it. You're even more delighted when Heeseung says he's taking the two of you home. Chaeryeong, however, isn't too happy about this, claiming there were so many people she didn't get to speak to, and how'd this be the last time she'd get to see them before moving away for school. You're not sure if Chaeryeong is really good at getting what she wants, or if Heeseung was tired of hearing her complain, but he finally gives in and grants her ten more minutes to socialize before meeting him at his car.

"If you're not at my car in ten minutes, I swear to God I'm calling mom." Heeseung scolds, holding the bathroom door open as the three of you finally exit.

A loud, drunk voice suddenly shouts, "Woah, Heeseung! Two girls at the same time!? You fucking beast!"

"They're my sisters, you fucking pervert!" He shouts back.

You can't even dwell on how disgusting the original comment was, only being able to focus on the fact that Heeseung just referred to you as his sister. As conceited as it may sound, you're not used to rejection or guys putting you in the friend-zone. Whatever little game Heeseung had been playing with you over the years was completely new territory. And right when you think things couldn't possibly get any worse, he calls you his sister.

What the actual fuck.

—

The next ten minutes go by in a blur; Chaeryeong has ditched you for a second time that night to talk to the guy from earlier. When it's finally time to leave, you find her Sat on his lap with her arm hung across his shoulder, laughing at an unfunny pickup line he'd used on her.

"It's time, Chaeryeong," you interrupt, helping her stand.

"Wait, wait, wait," she persists, directing her attention back to the boy, "tomorrow at five, right?"

"And not a second later." He sends her a disgusting wink that makes your skin crawl.

Chaeryeong is so love-struck you're surprised there isn't an arrow lodged in her back. She can barely form a proper sentence, erupting into a fit of giggles every few seconds as you make your way to Heeseung's car. "Wasn't he just gorgeous?"

You shrug, linking arms with her. "He was alright."

Stunned, Chaeryeong gasps at you, "Just alright? He was literally like a Greek God."

"I'm not saying he's unattractive; he's just...not really my type."

"And what is your type, Miss. Never-Has-Been-Interested-In-Anyone?"

Now, there's the question of the hour. You have to word your response very carefully; don't be too obvious about the fact that your ideal type is her older sibling.

"I guess I prefer guys with an edgier look to them, you know? Tattoos, piercings..." Despite your attempt to sound as nonchalant as possible, your heart is beating out of your chest from the mild confession.

Chaeryeong snickers, then playfully groans. "It sounds like you're describing my brother."

Now, you really have to test the waters.

"Since you brought him up, would it be so bad if I did like Heeseung? Hypothetically speaking, of course." You're not sure what prompts you to even ask this. It's not like he's even interested in you; he literally just referred to you as his sister.

A beat of silence passes as Chaeryeong gathers her thoughts, then she says, "No."

"What?"

You've finally reached Heeseung's car at this point, beating him there. You sit atop the trunk, feet hovering above the ground as the cold, nighttime air swirls around you. Chaeryeong shakes her head, "Obviously, it wouldn't be the ideal situation, but I guess I wouldn't mind as long as you talked to me about it first."

"First?" You mimic.

"Like...assuming you'd wanna date him or something. Just so I'm not blindsided, you know?"

This is the last thing you would've expected your impulsive, hotheaded (yet oh-so-loveable) best friend to be reasonable about. Mainly because she lectured you for nearly twenty minutes when she first suspected you had a crush on Heeseung.

You go to respond, but Heeseung, finally arriving at the car, captivates both of your attention. He finishes off his can of Pepsi before crushing the aluminum and tossing it to the ground. "Ready?" He questions.

There's no point in giving him a speech about littering; you're just ready to go home.

He fishes his keys from his pocket and unlocks the car door; Chaeryeong opens the backseat and jumps in before you have the chance, sprawling across the aged leather. "Move over," you nudge her foot with your knee; she pulls away from you.

Heeseung calls your name, "Just sit up front. She's not gonna move."

Now, this is new. You've ridden in the backseat of his car with Chaeryeong more times than you can count; he'd never allow either of you to sit shotgun with him; typical annoying older brother bullshit.

Don't make a big deal out of this, you say to yourself, climbing into the passenger seat of his car.

Chaeryeong and Heeseung bicker the entire ride to their parent's house, partially out of annoyance with each other, but you also get the feeling that neither of them were genuinely ready to leave the party. You're surprised Heeseung even enjoyed parties; he spent most of high school either working, hanging out at skate parks, or practicing with his band in their garage. College must've really changed him, and you're unsure how to feel about it.

Heeseung parks a few houses down from their parent's house and unlocks the doors, "Get out," he says into the backseat.

"Where are you gonna spend the night?" Chaeryeong questions, stretching her arms outward.

"I checked into a motel this morning. I'll be back here tomorrow around noon. And, hey," Heeseung turns around, pointing a finger at his sister. "Don't tell them you saw me."

Mockingly, Chaeryeong points a finger right back at him. "Telling them I saw you would be exposing myself, cock-sucker. Leave me alone." She angrily begins to climb out of the car, annoyed at how little trust Heeseung had in her.

You turn to go, but Heeseung's cold hand on your bicep stops you, "Where you goin'?"

"I'm gonna walk home from here. It's only a few minutes away," you respond.

Heeseung shakes his head, "I'm dropping you off. You haven't moved since I left, right?"

"No, but it's fi—"

"Then your house is on the way to my motel. We're going in the same direction; might as well ride together."

It truly does make more sense to ride together, and rejecting his offer any further surely would raise suspicions. You don't want either of them to believe you'd feel uncomfortable being alone with Heeseung because that couldn't be farther from the truth. You're perplexed about your feelings now, and you don't want to do anything you'd regret just because of the confusion.

"Okay, then." You glance over your shoulder at Chaeryeong, "Will you need any help getting ready for your date tomorrow?"

Suddenly embarrassed, Chaeryeong shushes you, gesturing that Heeseung is literally right next to you and would prefer that he didn't hear about her dating life. Heeseung genuinely couldn't care less and is instead patiently waiting for his sister to get out.

She does finally, and Heeseung resumes his path to your house. He turns the radio on, switching between stations until he stops on one that's playing a song he's familiar with. You drive silently for a few minutes; the only sounds being heard are the distant noises from the car's motor and Heeseung humming along to the radio.

He breaks the silence by saying, "I was surprised to see you back there. You never really seemed like the type to enjoy parties."

You chuckle, "I could say the same for you; I don't remember you attending any in high school."

"That's 'cause house parties weren't my thing," he explains, "I went to raves or parties that would happen at the skate park. I don't really like being at someone else's house for too long; it feels too intimate."

Now that you think of it, skate park parties and raves seem much more like his scene.

"Well, I only went because Chaeryeong was going, and I didn't feel comfortable with her being there alone. Otherwise, I never would've gone." You admit, resting your head against the window.

"Thanks for looking after her, by the way. You're a good friend."

"I'd do anything for her." Your voice is barely a whisper now, getting quieter with every word you say.

Silence passes, and he says, "Did you know your guys' dorm room is gonna be right under ours?"

"Seriously?" You respond, genuinely curious.

"Mmm-hmm. My roommate, Sunghoon, and I are gonna be the worst upstairs neighbors ever." He teases as you roll your eyes. Your mind can't decipher whether this banter is playful & platonic or romantic. Everything Heeseung does confuses you.

"If that's the case, I'll be sure to move to an entirely new building."

"What, so you can have your boyfriend protect you?"

Pause. Boyfriend?

You nearly give yourself whiplash from how hard you spun around to look at Heeseung. "Boyfriend?" You ask.

He shrugs nonchalantly, keeping his eyes on the road. "I just assumed you'd have one by now. Do you?"

There he is again with his mind games. What the fuck was he talking about?

After letting out a very frustrated sigh, you mumble, "No, Heeseung, I do not have a boyfriend."

"Good. Focus on school."

Now he's pissing you off. You wish he'd shut up for the rest of the car ride. "It's nice to see you again, by the way."

Holy shit, you feel like jumping out the window.

"Yeah, great seeing you too. Oh, there's my house. I can walk from here." You make quick work of undoing your seatbelt.

"You sure? I can drop you off at the door."

"No, no. It's best if my parents don't see you so they don't accidentally tell your parents that they saw you." You lie, racking your brain for any excuse imaginable.

He nods, deciding it's best to drop you off a little further from your house. "Then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, one hand clutching the door handle.

"Aren't you coming over tomorrow to help Chaeryeong get ready for her…thing? I'll be back home by then."

He's right; you'd be back in his house, and he'll be there this time. It's no big deal. You'd only be there for an hour (at most) to help her prepare, and then you could go the whole summer without seeing him again.

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

The following day, Chaeryeong is back to her unreasonable self, expecting you to wait at her house for her to return from her date.

"Please? We're just going to get pizza; we won't even be gone that long." She pleads, adding the finishing touches to her makeup.

You'd already spent over an hour helping her prepare, and now she expects you to do nothing but await her return. You know her heart's in the right place; she just wants to be the first to hear all the exhilarating details about her date. Still, a phone call would suffice.

"What am I supposed to do while I wait for you to come back?" You whine.

"Just hang out here! Watch a movie or something!" She suggests, trying her absolutely hardest to sound enthusiastic. Her phone buzzes in her hand before she has the chance to continue, eyes lighting up as they flicker across the bright screen.

Chaeryeong clutches her phone, locks eyes with you, then rushes towards the door. You're faster, though, quickly capturing her wrist before she's barely reached the hallway. "I'm going home."

"No! If you stay here, I'll bring you back pizza, and we can have a girls' night like we were supposed to yesterday! Come on, please?" She begs, pouting her lips.

You go to reply, but the bathroom door swings open, and Heeseung strides out. Just to your luck, he's shirtless; water droplets descend from his hair as he towel-dries it. As he enters his bedroom, he mocks his sister's high-pitched whine, earning a lethal glare and a slew of swears thrown at him.

Perhaps you should stay.

"Fine, but you're lending me your pajamas." You give in, earning an enthusiastic shriek from your best friend.

Chaeryeong wraps you in a brief, yet tight, hug before shouting, "Be back soon!" Then she's rushing down the stairs and out the front door. It's not often that Chaeryeong makes you wait for her return, but you absolutely despise it whenever it does occur. She's never back by the time she promises and gets upset when you try to call and check up on her.

And speaking of calling, you're sure your phone is dead by now. You insisted Chaeryeong bring her's along just in case, so you're left with one option.

Heeseung's door is wide open (as usual) when you go to knock. He's fully clothed now, pairing his black sweatpants with a matching black t-shirt. His hair appears mostly dry now, chaotic as ever, but dry. You don't think he's ever looked this good before.

He's sat on his bed, flipping through the latest copy of Rolling Stone when you arrive. He glances over at you and lets out a dry chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You ask.

"You're dressed like Bella Swan." He responds casually, eyes raking up and down your body.

"Who?"

"From Twilight. You know, that new movie that came out?" He seems genuinely surprised that you don't seem to know anything about this movie, not even the name of (who you suspect to be) the main character.

You lean against the doorframe, "Haven't seen it."

"It's a great movie, seriously. Some friends and I are seeing it in a few days if you and Chaeryeong wanna come." He suggests, flipping another page in the magazine.

You let him know you'll ask Chaeryeong if she's interested before remembering why you came to his room in the first place and ask if you can borrow his phone charger. Heeseung directs you to where it's plugged up by his desk, and you finally have the chance to stroll further into his room. You can't recall the last time you've been in here, but you know it looks much different than before. Many of the band posters that decorated the room were gone, his random trinkets and piles of clothes were gone, and not a single piece of his CD collection was in sight. It felt so lifeless, so unlike him. No wonder he always dreaded returning home; it probably didn't even feel like home to him.

"So," you say, attempting to break the silence, "you're here for the whole summer, huh?"

"Unfortunately." He mumbles, "Gonna try and go by sooner, convince my parents I have to sort out an issue with my dorm or something."

"It's nice to have you back, though." You admit, watching as Heeseung's gaze locks on yours.

"Yeah? It is?" He questions.

You shrug, "Of course. We practically grew up together; it was weird to not see you all the time."

He sits up now, closing the magazine and tossing it on his nightstand. There's something on his mind that he isn't saying; you can tell from the way his brows knit together and how he's anxiously tugging on his lip piercing. "It was weird to be gone," he mumbles and leaves it at that.

"By the way, I'm sorry about last night." He apologizes.

"For what? Calling me your sister?"

He laughs at this, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to do that on purpose, by the way. That guy was just...so weird, I kinda blurted out the first thing that would've made him feel weird for even thinking that."

Oh. That makes sense. You definitely overreacted.

"I meant," he continues, "I'm sorry if the whole boyfriend assumption thing upset you."

"Oh," you dismissively wave a hand at him, "that was nothing."

Heeseung raises a brow at you, "Are you sure? 'Cause you seemed pretty upset afterward, you were practically running out of my car."

There's no point in lying now, considering you weren't even the slightest bit discrete the previous night.

"If I'm being completely honest, I just felt a little awkward. But that's it, I swear." You assure him, moving to lean against the bedside table.

"Awkward about what?"

God, this was so embarrassing. Is he really going to make you humiliate yourself like this?

"Because I've never actually had a boyfriend before."

Heeseung looks genuinely shocked at your confession, eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he examines yours for any sign of deception. "You don't believe me?"

"I'm not sure. I only assumed you had one just based on how crazy guys were about you in high school. Not to mention you're, like, fucking gorgeous."

What?

"I'm what?" You ask, not entirely sure if you heard him correctly.

He repeats himself again, and you make him do it a few more times until he's too embarrassed to say it again. You somehow manage to get back on the topic of never having a boyfriend before when Heeseung asks you another question. "Have you ever...?"

He doesn't need to finish the sentence. You know what he's asking.

You shake your head.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business." He berates himself, and you assure him it's no big deal and that it shouldn't even be a shocker to him.

After a half hour of talking about whatever comes to mind, you wind up sitting opposite Heeseung on his bed, legs perched up underneath your body as you go back and forth, questioning one another.

"So, when are you gonna admit you had a crush on me?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"I never did." You lie.

"Really? That sucks?"

"Why?"

He shrugs, leaning his back against the headboard. "I just always thought that maybe you and I would've ended up together at some point."

You don't remember who leans in first; it doesn't matter; all that matters is after years of longing, your lips are finally intertwined with his. He must've smoked today; you can taste the nicotine on his breath. But it doesn't matter; you don't make the slightest move to pull away. Neither does he, placing his hands on the small of your back to guide you onto his lap.

Your body is moving on autopilot, limbs moving to do whatever feels right as you silently pray not to ruin the moment. Heeseung can spot your nervousness from a mile away and stop you, "We don't have to do—"

"I want to," you pant, breathless, "I've wanted this for so long."

"Do you trust me?" He asks.

"More than anything."

He kisses you again before adjusting your current position, slowly twisting yourselves until you're lying flat on your back. He moves his lips down towards your neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his path as he settles between your legs.

You reach up to grab a handful of his hair, nearly jumping out of your skin as his delicate fingertips creep up your inner thigh, inching closer and closer until his ghosting over your clothed pussy. "This okay?" He mumbles.

You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Cute," he replies, "you're already so wet." His fingertips stroke your clit through your damp underwear; you don't think to wonder how he managed to get to it so quickly, all thoughts leaving your brain as he makes small circles using his middle and index finger.

"Heeseung…" You moan, pleading for him to do more.

"I know." He assures you, using a single finger to pull your panties to the side, making just enough room for him to slide a finger into your aching cunt. "Am I really your first time?"

You nod again out of fear that a moan would slip from your lips if you even tried to speak. His eyes are locked on yours, studying your expression as he coaxes a finger inside you. You're embarrassed at how quickly your wetness coated his finger, but Heeseung doesn't care. He likes it, makes him feel fucking amazing knowing the effect he had on you.

"Take your shirt off." He says, and you do as told, pulling your top up and off your body and tossing it to the floor; making quick work of undoing your bra before he even has the chance to ask.

His lips are back on your neck instantly, trailing down to your collarbone until he reaches the curve on your breast. He halts his actions momentarily before your pitched nipple is caught between his teeth and your back arching off the bed from how overstimulating everything feels.

You curse under your breath, and Heeseung makes another comment about how cute you are, though you feel far from it. He apologizes by lapping his tongue around your nipple, easing the pain slowly as he inserts a second finger into your cunt.

You can feel his bulge against your thigh, though he doesn't even care about getting himself off. He moves over to your nipple, licking and sucking until it's completely hardened, leaving himself breathless. The two fingers that had been working your cunt had picked up the pace now, and there was an unfamiliar feeling in your gut that you couldn't identify.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" You groan, legs trembling.

Heeseung is all too familiar with these actions and asks, "You're already close? I've barely done anything to you." He teases, chuckling to himself.

You know he's being lighthearted, but you can't help but feel embarrassed at the tears forming in your eyes from how good everything feels.

Suddenly, he's pulling his fingers out of you, and now you feel like crying for a different reason. You go to protest but stop to watch as he takes his shirt off. If you weren't sure then, it's obvious now he'd started attending the gym.

He makes quick work of tugging his sweatpants down his legs, tossing them into the abyss before reaching into his bedside table and retrieving a condom. "You're okay?"

You nod.

"Use your words."

“I’m okay, Heeseung.”

"You're still okay with this?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

Jesus fucking Christ, the saint this man is.

"I'm positive." You assure him.

You move to pull down your skirt and underwear, but Heeseung catches your wrist. "Leave them on," he says. There are so many things going on that you choose not to question.

He pulls off his boxers in the meantime, hardened cock slapping against his abdomen with precum leaking from the tip. Though you had nothing to compare it to, Heeseung was obviously slightly larger than average. You shouldn't be surprised; it's always the guys that you'd least expect.

He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth, retrieving the rubber inside before tossing the remains to his floor. Despite being fully erect, he fists his cock a few times before sliding the condom on.

He crawls over you, left arm at the side of his head, while he uses his dick to nudge your panties to the side. "This still okay?"

"I already told you—fuck!" He cuts you off, the tip of his cock slowly making its way inside you. You feel so stretched out from this alone you don't know how you'd manage to fit all of him into you.

Heeseung must be feeling the same, swearing under his breath and commenting about how tight you feel around him. Second by second, he coaxes himself into your pussy until you feel like you could split right open. "Are you all the way in?"

"No, can't take anymore?" He asks, leaning his head down against your ear.

You're embarrassed to admit he's too big to handle on your first time, but it's the truth. You don't want to overextend yourself just to please him and end up hurting yourself.

"You can move, just…not too much. Please."

Heeseung nods, "Whatever you want, angel."

He pulls his hips back and rocks himself back in, being sure to ask if you're okay with his pace. Once you confirm you feel fine and want him to keep going, he continues his movements; his eager hips snapping against yours and his cock hitting your G-spot with each deep stroke. You feel like you're on cloud nine, hands tangled in his hair as he swallows your moans.

That unfamiliar feeling from earlier returns; you feel it through your entire body this time. A moan of his name escaping your lips lets him know you're close. How he can always sense these things is beyond you; it's not worth overthinking.

"Close?" He asks, and you nod frantically.

Heeseung picks up his speed slightly, careful not to overwhelm you, but just enough to reach your climax, until finally, the bundle of nerves in your abdomen snaps, and your back is arching off the mattress as you come around his cock.

He's only a few seconds behind with his orgasm, erupting in a loud grunt when he finally reaches it. The two of you lay in silence for a moment before Heeseung finally pulls out of you and slides the condom off, tying it in a knot and tossing it into his trash bin.

"Are you okay?" He asks for what feels like the millionth time.

"I'm fine." You respond, and it isn't a lie. Physically, you feel terrific; mentally, it was an entirely different story. "Are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good."

As much as you would love to lay naked with Heeseung in his bed for the rest of the night, you know Chaeryeong will be home anytime soon. "I think I'm gonna go wash up."

He nods, crawling under his covers once you stand from his bed, tugging your skirt to its proper length as you search for your remaining clothing. "Oh, it's um…your shirt, it's over there." Heeseung awkwardly gestures towards a pile of clothing by the end of his bed.

Almost as quickly as you shred yourself of them, you snatch your clothing and bundle them up against your chest.

"Listen, I know right now isn't really ideal, but I meant what I said about liking you, and really think we should talk." He says nervously, barely even able to look at you.

You almost want to laugh at how cute he is; instead, you agree to talk to him about it soon. You're about to head out into the hallway when Heeseung reminds you about your charging phone over by his desk.

You retrieve it and scan the area again, ensuring you haven't left anything else behind. When everything seems clear, you stand upright, but your eyes fall toward the trash bin near his window with the discarded condom. You're embarrassed to even look at it until you realize something seems off. It looks…empty.

Now, you're no sex expert, but imagine that if Heeseung had finished, there'd be something to show for it in the condom. Right?

Did he fake his orgasm? Was this another one of his fucked up mind games you'd been subjected to?

You don't know what to think as you step into the bathroom; your emotions are all over the place, and all you really want to do is go home. But you promised Chaeryeong you'd be here when she returns, so you stay.

The next time a Lee sibling asks if you're okay is twenty minutes later when Chaeryeong finally arrives and asks why your eyes are so watery.

"I'm fine." You respond, and you're lying for the first time that night.

[pyrodolls]

SUPERFAN! YANDERE BOY X POPSTAR! READER

WARNINGS: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (he’s very pathetic and perverted, it’s giving “step on me” energy.) gender neutral reader

A/N: heyyyyy guess who isn’t dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just haven’t been posting. but i’m hereeeee lol. here’s a random yandere oc post, sorry it’s not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)

part two here!

superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.

superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.

superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didn’t manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.

superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.

superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.

superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.

superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-

superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.

superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.

[yumeboshi]

𝜗𝜚。．．❛ #02. XXX!

𐙚 topic。．hcs of random things that turn on hsr men

．。𝜗𝜚 cw。suggestive content, i wrote this with no brain, MINORS DNI

．。𝜗𝜚 a/n。aven, sunday, and blade. I wanna write for my bootyhill but i need to study him more to get a grip of him lol

#AྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིVENTURINE ⇢ rebuking his argument in a fight

。i js know he would go crazy when you do this 。he’d find people who just agree with him as boring. To him it may look even insincere 。but you? countering his smartly crafted arguments with irresistible logic with your pretty brain, glaring at him as you do with those adorable eyes? 。this man would go from being mad to being horny. tbh he would have probably already been horny in the argument 。nobody can be more masochistic than he is

“ARE YOU STUPID?” You glare at your boyfriend who looks nonchalant as he idly examines the coin between his fingers. “Fucking look at me. Do you know what happens when you join forces with them? You’re just risking the IPC and it will eventually lead to your unfortunate befall.”

You continue barreling on furiously with concrete points. Every time you prove him wrong, his eyes dance and he tries his hardest to bite back the grin that plays at his lips as you rant on. You are so perfect, he thinks- he is nonetheless impressed at you, your wondrous little brain. Something snaps inside of him when he sees you focused on derailing his points, your lips moving quickly to spit out syllables. He feels a loud moan caught in his throat.

“I get it, I’m sorry, princess, I won’t do it.” he suddenly surrenders and you eye him suspiciously as he advances, hands sneaking up to your back. “Let’s talk this out in bed, ‘m gonna apologize to you there.” He says softly, giving you lovely kisses along your neck but the way his fingers dig into your skin lets you know he’s not going to wait any longer.

And you will be confused as hell, because although you did win the argument, you feel like you just lost something else, a hidden little game he never taught you the rules to.

#SྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིUNDAY ⇢ whipped cream on your lips

。hear me out… i have a gut feeling he likes it a little too much 。ik it’s totally random but he will go nuts when he sees you bite down a particularly creamy cake that promptly smears its remains over your mouth- he tries to think of something more dignified, but he just can’t. His poor brain keeps returning to the most vulgar visuals of you. 。he will always point out whatever you had near your mouth when you two eat, because he’s such a clean freak, but anything with cream, specifically white whipped cream, he will be unable to comment on it and fall weirdly silent to he point you are confused why you not hear his scolding to wipe your mouth. 。he’ll just watch you eat dessert with a smile on your face as you savor the taste innocently. Unfortunately his brain is not, and he will start to feel his cock struggle under the fabric. 。”you have cream over your mouth, sweetheart. should i clean it for you?” he’ll sound restrained, like he’s being choked but his expression doesn’t waver. 。and after he found out his new obsession, he will literally only buy you huge whipped cream cakes for dessert.

“THE CAKE HERE IS SO GOOD.” You savor the taste happily and dig into the whipped cream cake and eat without much care. “Where’s it from?”

Sunday is too busy staring at you to register that. The creamy ring around your pink lips. It bothers him in a bad way. It’s making him feel like he is out of breath. His wings flicker wildly like a cooling fan, trying to blow off the heat that suddenly started to build inside his stomach like a raging primal flame that’s trapped by his own conscience.

You tap his shoulder gently and he snaps back to reality and tries to stare at your eyes instead, yes, lovely eyes, he thinks- your words phase in and out as he gulps, darting his eyes back to the cake.

“…the brand? The cake brand?” You ask again, frowning at his silence.

“Ah, yes, sorry, sweetheart. I was thinking of something else for a moment.” He breathlessly apologizes, the words spilling out a little too quickly like an excuse that makes your frown deepen in confusion— he closes his eyes and opens them again so the heat will ebb away. But his plans are obliterated when you take a portion of the cake and eat it, all while looking at him in the eye with curious doe eyes.

That’s when he can’t restrain himself anymore. He suddenly seizes your chin with his gloved hand, making you squeal in surprise when he practically devours your lips, licking up the cream residue around them roughly before shoving it inside your mouth with his tongue. The sweet cream melts when it gets to your mouth, mixing with his saliva that dips down your chin to make messy thick lines.

“It was from a shop at Golden Hour. I hope you like the taste,” he’d say as if he didn’t just feast on your mouth like a starved beast. “Me personally, i think it’s a tad too sweet.”

#BྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིLADE ⇢ treating his wounds

。it’s ironic because Blade doesn’t want to be healed at all 。but how could he refuse you you’re frantically at his door with an emergency kit, worry written all over you- you are like a cute puppy that keeps following him around. 。he lets you do it reluctantly at first, grumbling about it inwardly 。but when you lift up his shirt with no hesitation to put gauze to soak in the blood, his muscles tense visibly, when your touch ghosts over his skin like tiny little lilies blooming in their wake. 。what have you done to him? He feels nothing but tension and something he didn’t want to register, something a little too pleasant to him. 。and at some point he will actually look forward to having his would treated by you. He still likes pain, but he likes your touch drifting over his bruised skin like an innocent butterfly way more.

“DOES IT HURT?” You softly pat the ointment around another fresh scar on his broad chest. It pains you to see that most of the scars are near his heart. You sigh like a worried mother. “You worry me.”

“I enjoy it,” he grunts in response, but his brain ran a quick recap. Enjoy what? The pain? Or your smooth touch?

“Stay still,” you say, and he does, as you carefully squeeze in another ointment into an ugly looking scar. His eyes never leave you the whole time, his muscles tense at the pain but otherwise he’s relaxed. His intimidating stare makes you scared a little, considering this mysterious man didn’t speak his mind often.

“I think that’s it,” you say, quickly trying to lower Blade’s shirt back- but the man grabs your wrist mid-action. You jump, confused. His eyes are unreadable but he states, “You’re not done.”

you frown in puzzlement. “I double-checked, im pretty sure I didn’t miss a spot.”

He lifts his shirt up and with his bandaged finger, cuts open the scar you just treated for him, making it ooze another layer of fresh blood around the dried wound. His lips form a rare smirk as he looks at your wide-eyed stare.

“There, you have a new wound to work on.”

He will do that until you are out of ointment, and the next day he will come visit you first this time with another set of fresh scars.

[himasgod]

HEYYYYA, I saw ur masterlist and it seems ur requests are open

Can I request for Octa trio with a fem! s/o who's absolutely obsessed with jellyfish?

Like, she always comes to Mostro Lounge EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Just to admire the colorfull tank water and the jellyfishes in it for like an hour and simply gets out, and she also ramble abt them too, excitingly shares all info's abt them. Tbh idk if u make headcanons, if u do, I would prefer it to be headcanons, if not, that's ok too, u can make it a scenario

Feel free to ignore this if u want to, also don't forget to take care of urself, have a good day

OCTATRIO X READER

Where you are obsessed with jellyfishes

“Shrimpyyyyyy~ you’re OBSESSED with those floaty blobby things, huh??”

At first he doesn’t get it like, really? Jellyfish? They don’t even do anything exciting.

But when he sees how much you light up when you talk about them? The way your whole face glows when you press your hands against the tank glass and gasp like “LOOK AT THAT ONE!!”? He’s hooked.

“Hehehe, you’re so funny when you nerd out. Do the jellyblobs hypnotize you or somethin’? I could just squish your cheeks right now.”

Once he accepts the jellyfish are his rival for your attention, he takes it upon himself to make them interesting to him, too.

That means one day you walk in and find him wearing THAT ONE AND YEAH YOU KNOW WHAT (or were they octopuses??) jellyfish plush on his head.

“Look, Shrimpy! I’m a jellyfish now! Am I your favorite?”

He also names the jellyfish in the tank.

“That one’s named Gumdrop. The glowy one over there? That’s Stabby McFloat.”

If anyone in the Lounge makes fun of your obsession? Floyd will literally chase them out while yelling, “YOU DON’T DESERVE SHRIMPY’S FUN FACTS!”

He starts giving you jellyfish-themed gifts: plushies, socks, custom jellyfish hair clips.

One time he even tried to catch you a real one. thankfully Jade stopped him.

Overall? He doesn’t totally get the jellyfish thing, but he gets you. And he thinks it’s adorable how happy they make you. “Heh… if jellyfish make you smile like that, I guess they ain’t so boring after all.”

He’s immediately entertained. Not in a mean way he just genuinely finds it delightful how into jellyfish you are.

You’re sitting cross-legged in front of the tank like a little kid at an aquarium whispering to yourself:

“That one looks like a wiggly pancake I love him.”

Jade walks over and smiles, tilting his head. “Would you like to feed them?”

You gasp so hard it sounds like you saw a ghost. “CAN I?!?!” (◍•ᴗ•◍)

From that moment on he’s lowkey your partner in crime. You tell him random facts like

“Did you know some jellyfish don’t even sting? They’re just chill little blobs?” And he’s like, “Truly? How peaceful. I wouldn’t mind being one in another life.”

He offers you little trivia challenges like: “If you were a jellyfish, which species would you be and why?” “I’d be a comb jelly because theyre sparkly and slightly useless on land.”

Brings you tea and snacks while you sit by the tank. Sometimes he even refills the lights to match your mood, soft purples on calm days, brighter neon for your hype ones.

One day he catches you humming to the jellyfish and talking to them like they’re pets and he just. Softly laughs. “They seem to adore you too, dear, as do I.”

The first time he saw you sitting alone in Mostro Lounge just staring dreamily at the jellyfish tank for like an hour straight he thought something was wrong.

“Is she… okay?” “Oh, she’s fine,” Jade says with a smile. “She just really likes jellyfish.”

At first Azul is like huh weird, but alright.

But when you keep coming back every day just to sit there with your chin resting on your hands, whispering little facts under your breath like “That one’s probably a moon jelly oh my god it’s so squishy-looking I’m gonna cry,”—he gets curious.

One day you excitedly stop him mid-walk:

“Azul! Did you know jellyfish don’t have brains or hearts but they still move around and glow and do all this amazing stuff?? They're like little aliens, it's so cool!!”

And he’s just standing there. Blinking. Processing.

He tries to act all professional like, “Ahem. Fascinating, yes.” But inside he’s going what the hell she’s adorable??

After a while, he stops pretending and starts actually looking forward to seeing you.

Makes sure there are new jellyfishes and pretends it’s “for variety” but it’s 1000% to see your face light up and go “OH MY GOSH IS THAT A LAGOON JELLY??”

Eventually starts sitting with you during your jellyfish-watching hour, sipping tea and quietly listening as you ramble.He just smiles.

“You’re quite passionate, aren’t you?” he’ll murmur, trying not to look too flustered. “It’s… lovely.”

[jadore-f1]

Hard Launched | LN4 | chapter 1

Synopsis ♡ A series of coincidences lead the world to thinking that you’re dating Lando Norris.

Genre ♡ SMAU, Lando x Fem!reader, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, may be slightly suggestive in future chapters

Notes ♡ MDNI (no smut but I am a +18 blog), my first smau! i’m having so much fun with this lol so i hope you guys enjoy! 🫶🏾

Face Claim ♡ Kianna Naomi (any other pics are for outfits and general vibes) all credit to pintrest for photos

y/nuser

(one minute video and one picture)

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y/nuser: @/Kwnway @/Kehlani Y’all did your big one with Worst Behavior i’m obsessed! So you know I had to make a lil combo for it 😘 Watch the full video on YouTube and get a behind the scenes look at my creative process!

bestieuser: oh you ate this upppp omg teach me

↳ y/nuser: I gotchu pookie one on one lessons coming up 🫦

↳ bestieuser: 🧍🏾‍♀️see here you go with that freaky stuff

↳ y/nuser: my bad 😭😭😭

nicolekirkland: 🔥🔥🔥 as always, can’t wait to collab again!

↳ y/nuser: 🫶🏾🫶🏾 yes we need to get back in the studio together asap

user1: ur so talented!

user2: @/user3 are you seeing what i’m seeing?

↳ user3: i’m peeping for sure…

↳ y/nuser: ???

user4: loving the dance but the shoes!! i need immediately

↳ y/nuser: thank you lovely, they’re from Aldo you can use the code linked in my bio for money off ✨✨

user3: @/user2 i can’t find anything showing they know each other

↳ user2: idk it feels targeted like the lyrics plus she’s wearing his jersey in her yt video 🤷‍♀️

user5: she’s not his usual type at all i think you guys are reaching

user6: ew what is she even doing

user7: LMAO bitches do anything for attention

user8: 🙄🙄typical slut just trying to use Lando for clout he would never go for her

↳ y/nuser: Not to fucking much???? who are you even talking about

Maxfewtrell: 👀

Meanwhile…

New Stories Posted!

Lando Posted on his story!

🏁F1gossip has posted a new article!

New WAG on the rise?

LANDO NORRIS & INFLUENCER SPARK ROMANCE RUMORS AFTER NIGHTCLUB SIGHTING

Lando Norris, McLaren’s golden boy is fueling the rumor mill once again. But this time it’s his off-track moves that have everyone buzzing. The 25 year old driver was spotted at an exclusive London nightclub over the weekend, but it’s who he was seen with that has fans putting on their detective hats. None other than Y/N L/N, a 24 year old dancer originally from the United States.

Eyewitnesses say the pair arrived separately and weren’t really seen close together BUT maybe they’re just good at keeping it low-key in the public eye.

The speculation started when Y/N posted a dance cover to a song fans felt was heavily targeted towards their beloved driver. With lyrics like

“Keep drivin’ one hand on the wheel and one inside it Speed into your crib to get me riding”.

The post was soon followed by a youtube video where she can be seen wearing his iconic papaya merch. {link to video}

I mean come on girl, it doesn’t get more obvious than that!

Naturally, social media went into overdrive.

“Why is Lando always at these clubs? Who’s that with him??” wrote one curious fan.
“Okay but if Lando and Y/N are a thing… I’m not surviving this season,” tweeted another.

To add fuel to the fire, followers noticed Y/N and Lando both posted very similar Stories the next day, coincidence? F1 Twitter thinks not.

So, are Lando and Y/N just friends who party, or is there a new power couple on the horizon? Only time and perhaps a cheeky soft launch — will tell.

But for now, we’ll be keeping our eyes on the grid... and the guest lists.

Okay sooo thoughts? 👀 no direct interaction between our main couple but trust! it’s coming soon 🙂‍↔️i have so many ideas i just gotta make them make sense you know. gotta figure out how to turn the enemies to lovers because shes sick of him at the moment 😭(deservedly so tbh) Anyways Thanks for reading!! love ya 🫶🏾🫶🏾

[sterredem]

“boyfriend”

Sabrina carpenter x fem!driver!reader

Face claim Pinterest girls, alessi rose

Summary Y/n is obsessed with Sabrina and the internet notices…

Warning hate, spelling mistakes, not proofread

A/N this is for a request, my other Sabrina post getting 900 notes and my one year anniversary on tumblr!!

This was a request!

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Yourusername My girlfriend is so boyfriend coded tho @.SabrinaCarpenter

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SabrinaCarpenter yes… i guess??

Yourusername yes

User1 so true

GracieAbrams cuties

User2 We love a fangirl girlfriend

User3 so hothorhot tho

User4 😍😍😍

User5 I don’t know if I want her or if I want to be her

User6 I love them with all my heart

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Yourusername I love seeing my favourite girl on stage! Also got arrested by said girl!

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Chappelroan You and your favourite girl need to see me soon!!

Yourusername I’ll make sure if it!!

Taylorswift My children🥰🥰

Landonorris don’t you have a job??

User7 they’re both so hotttt

User8 simp much

User9 idk if it was planned but I love that the Australia concert and the gp was in the same week but a few days earlier! It’s like they planned it

User10 I think y/n said that Sabrina had plannned a few shows around the f1 calendar so that she could attend the concerts and that Sabrina could go to races

User9 Omg that’s so cute tho!!!!

User11 They are so precious to me

User12 I would feel so uncomfortable if my partner did a concert with so many sexual things, like where’s her self respect and the respect for the relationship??

Yourusername the respect is in trusting each other and no, I don’t feel uncomfortable because my girlfriend is a literal goddess that I worship and everyone should

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Yourusername My two jobs: car and professional girlfriend

No but all jokes aside, Australia you were great, got some points and were ready for next week!

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Sabrinacarpenter And you’re amazing at both!!

Yourusername You know it!!

User13 best rookie this year tbh

User14 Y/n sure is a busy woman

Laufey You’re the only reason I watch cars go in circles

Yourusername I’m glad to be your only reason

User15 💪💪

User16 Fav driver ever

User17 Red bull dominance for Y/n!!

User18 I love her obsession with her girlfriend

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Sabrinacarpenter I always love Australia!!🇦🇺

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Yourusername wow

Yourusername I’m in love

Yourusername pretty

Yourusername hot

Yourusername foaming at the mouth

User19 you do realise this is public right?

Yourusername yeah… I know

Oliviarodrigo Cuties

User20 is that f1 I see??

User21 Because of the country or the people?

User22 I think cause the concert and race

User23 They are both obsessed with each other

User24 one a bit more than the other…

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SabrinaUpdates Sabrina Carpenter at the China Formula 1 race

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User25 icon

User26 she looks so good tho

User27 icon

User28 If this is her clapping back at the people saying that Y/n is being creepy than that is iconic

User29 Seeing this after seeing that Y/n got p3 really makes you think that Sabrina is her lucky charm

User30 I can’t breath

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SabrinaCarpenter My Y/n is the most amazing, beautiful and amazing person I know, and it hurts me deeply to see what people are saying about her. She may show more of our love online and she may come and support me more than I do with her, but that does not mean anything. Y/n is a very affectionate person and she loves to show that to the world, and with both of our life’s we sometimes take more pleasure in seeing each other out of the public eye rather than in there. So what people are saying about the love of my life in insane and they should not comment on our personal life.

And to my dear Y/n, you are the absolute best thing in my life, I love you sososo much and happy 1 year anniversary my angel

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Yourusername I love you so much words can’t even express it liked by author

Oliviarodrigo you guys don’t deserve that! Happy anniversary!

Taylorswift you all are literal angels🥰 ignore the haters and happy one year!!

Conangrey forever on you guys side! Have an amazing day!!

Jennaortega You all desire the world! Happy 1 year and love you forever!

Landonorris I can’t believe that people would say such awful things! I hope you all are okay!

Chappelroan if anyone ever says anything bad about you guys again lmk I’ll handle it! Also happy anniversary to many more year!!

Billieilish I’m literally obsessed with you guys, happy anniversary and don’t listen to the haters

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Yourusername My beautiful, lovely, most amazing Sabrina Carpnter. I love you so much and I can’t express in words how much. Thank you to all that you have done for me this year, and I hope that there will be many more to come!

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SabrinaCarpenter i love you so much too you don’t even know

Yourusername I think I know my love

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[piastrixpole]

tattoo my heart - carlos sainz

pairing: carlos sainz x tattoo artist!reader

genre: smau

faceclaim: maggie lindemann

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f1: it’s a paddock debut here at COTA for the smooth operator’s new body art

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charlesleclerc: looking good mate😉 didn’t think you’d actually go through with it

carlossainz: a bets a bet🙂↕️

landonorris: save a horse🤤

carlossainz: aye cabrón not in public

pierluigi_della_bonna: caliente chili🌶️

user1: god he looks so good with tattoos

user2: fell to my knees in a walmart when they showed them on the broadcast

user3: he is THE Ferrari driver of all time tbh like just look at him😭 he’s like a walking ad (no hate to Charles ofc!!)

scuderiaferrari: that’s our driver🌶️

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yntattoo: in honour of race week I’m doing a new f1 themed flash at 50% off this weekend❤️

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oliviarodrigo: gorgeous gorgeous girl💜you’re making me want a tattoo

-> yntattoo: omg please!! it would be an honour my love💜

calumhood: these are sick yn! will need to come and see you again soon

-> yntattoo: cal!! you better

user12: the Ferrari ones?? ok im obsessed😍

user17: making an appointment as we speak

user14: oh to be going to COTA so I could also get tattooed by yn sigh😭

user9: omg imagine if she was the one to tattoo carlos user55

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tiktok

transcript:

“carlos you surprised everyone in the paddock this weekend with your new look, what can you tell us about it.”

“well i have been thinking about getting one for a long time and a friend of mine knew a girl who was running a special on f1 tattoos for this weekend so i called over and she did an amazing job.”

“charles, will you be following in your teammates footsteps any time soon?”

“definitely not. carlos of course looks very good but I do not think I could pull it off as well as he does.”

“aye that’s not true cabron, I think a full scale on your chest would be quite eye catching…”

oliviarodrigo posted a story!

(pic 1: best day with my girls tattoyn, yourbsf) (pic 2: 🏎️)

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yntattoo: forza ferrari sempre❤️🏎️ thank you for inviting me scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari: so happy to have you with us❤️you’ll have to come back and give all the team matching tats

-> yntattoo: say less admin🤭❤️

yourbsf: hottieee😍 had the most amazing time with you

-> yntattoo: love you so much girl

oliviarodrigo: ferrari girls🏎️✨

alexandrasaintmleux: it was so lovely to meet you girls❤️

-> yntattoo: you too Alex!!

twitter

carlossainz posted a story!

Replies…

charlesleclerc: finally got the girl?😉

-> you know it mate

yourbsf: take care of my girl

-> I promise Bella

alexandrasaintmleux: that’s MY wife!!

-> stop trying to steal her from me you have Charles

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ynpriv: my man my man my man my man my man my man (ps the tramp stamp is fake…for now🫣)

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yourbsf: iconic, legendary, never been done before

->ynpriv: that’s you💋

alexpriv: my ferrari wifey❤️🥰

->ynpriv: run away with me xx

carlossainz: princesa❤️

->ynpriv: love u papi😼

charlesleclerc: can you give me the tramp stamp next win?

->ynpriv: I’ll hold you to that leclerc

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liked by carlossainz, charlesleclerc, yourbsf, oliviarodrigo and 100,346 others yntattoo: who would have though a tattoo appointment would bring me you❤️ congratulations mi amor

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yourbsf: making me believe in love again

oliviarodrigo: omg you’re the mystery girlfriend and not me whaaat!?!

->yntattoo: wait no i thought it was you??

carlossainz: gracias mi amor❤️ couldn’t have done it without you by my side

->yntattoo: ❤️

user33: yn is really living my dream life huh tattooing carlos sainz and then ending up as his girlfriend

user50: wattpad protagonist vibe

user27: I wonder if carlos is gonna get more tattoos from her??

->user92: he shouldn’t be with someone messy and skanky like her, she’s not Ferrari girlfriend material…

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carlossainz: my good luck charm

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landonorris: the other woman🎶

->yntattoo: hands off my man norris I will punt you into the sun

yntattoo: panties fell off at the sight of you on the top step🤤

->user3: YN??

->user12: i know ferrari pr are screaming rn

->scuderiaferrari: yn🫣👀 training being scheduled as we speak

->yntattoo: boooo!! they hated me for being right😔

[icarusignite]

the sickness you foster, your favourite addictions (p.4)

Pairing: Colonel Caleb Xia x Non-MC Reader

Summary: After your brother was killed under the command of newly appointed Colonel Caleb Xia, you swore you'd never forgive the man who returned from the mission when your brother did not. But when you're forcibly reassigned as his second-in-command, you're pulled into a cold war of secrets and bloodstained power plays.

Assigned to spy on the colonel by the same institution that decorated your brother's grave with empty honours, you find yourself caught between two monsters, one who watches from above, and one who stands too close. But there's more to Caleb than perceived cruelty. He’s calculating, obsessive, and far too interested in what lies beneath your controlled fury. The closer you get, the more you begin to wonder: Is this grief? Hatred? Or the start of something far darker?

Warnings: pathetic yearner Caleb agenda. Caleb on his knees.

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: This was very much a self-insert because if Colonel Caleb Xia was on his knees for me, I'm smooching him, idc what he's done in the past LMFAO. But I've tried to give reader her own reasoning and motivations, so I hope it makes sense. If this were a longer fic, I'd spend more time building the slow burn and exploring the entanglement of grief and longing for something that no longer exists, but I think it turned out alright, all things considered. Also, I just needed them to kiss in the last chapter.

This is as close to a happy-ish ending I could do for now lol. Neither of them actually loves each other at this point tbh. Caleb loves the idea of the reader and what she represents (an emotional tether to her brother and, by extension MC, because Caleb likes to be needed and he wants to have people in his life who need him and to whom he can be of service). Reader, on the other hand, is lonely and angry, and Caleb fills a void (sorry, I may have self-inserted too hard and written her as emotionally unavailable/avoidant attachment style, lol). They're just trauma-bonded and fulfilling roles in each other's lives that other people previously took up. Neither of them actually knows each other outside of a workplace setting.

That being said, I did enjoy writing their dynamic, so I will do more lighthearted snippets of their future together once they actually get to know each other, because they have potential (he falls first AND harder core). Marking this fic complete because technically it is done, and anything I add later will be bonus chapters.

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The end-of-year Fleet gala felt like a cruel joke—polished floors, chandeliers blazing with artificial warmth, and a suffocating press of formal wear. You smiled when required, made civil conversation when cornered, and endured the endless parade of self-important men measuring themselves in titles, missions, and sheer decibels.

In the past, you'd attended with your brother, and the two of you would drift to the quieter corners of the hall, sharing whispered gossip. Together, you'd make bets on which officers would go home to their spouses, and which ones would detour toward mistresses, gambling dens, or other clandestine sins.

Tonight, however, your date was another engineer on your team. Lieutenant Avery Holt's name was familiar but unremarkable, and his manner polite. He wasn't a close friend, but he'd asked you to accompany him, and you'd agreed out of courtesy because turning him down might have made things awkward at work. To his credit, he never once let his hand stray from the crook of your elbow and kept a respectable distance befitting the cordial company of a colleague. 

While the two of you took a slow turn about the room, Avery talking your ear off about upcoming aircraft trials, you felt a prickle at the back of your neck. Someone was watching you, and you didn't need to look to know who it was. 

Colonel Xia's gaze had been on you since the moment you'd stepped through the venue doors, steady as a spotlight you refused to acknowledge. You could feel it tracking you as you moved, his line of sight carving your silhouette from the crowd, but you didn't dare turn around and acknowledge it. 

It had been months since your last confrontation in his office, and after that, he had all but vanished from your life. No more coffee deliveries or extra assistance slipped into your workdays, and certainly no sudden appearances in your lab.

You were grateful, of course, but you would be a liar if you said you didn't think of him every now and then, especially when you had to make your own after-hours coffee. 

You had also conducted your own investigation on the matter of your brother's death, and though you hated to admit it, Caleb's report had been correct. There was no forgery or falsehood presented, and the black box footage was a testament to how thorough he had been. It gave you closure of some sort, but it also made you feel just the tiniest bit guilty because you had been blaming an innocent person for something that wasn't their fault. Well, Caleb was the furthest thing from innocent, and you still thought him a meddlesome, arrogant, tyrant, but for all his faults, being your brother's murderer was not one of them. 

You still didn't believe it was an accidental death though, but every time you tried to seek the Colonel out and interrogate him, he was nowhere to be found. It was like he was actively avoiding you, which was utterly ridiculous. For someone who was always hovering just out of sight, for him to not be there when you actually needed him irritated you to no end. But the fact that you kept thinking about him, that he had taken up residence in the corner of your mind, well, even the Fleet couldn't waterboard that confession out of you. 

Avery, always one to sniff out an opportunity to network, suddenly veered toward a group of higher-ups standing near the marble column. The three men were flushed with drink, their laughter too slurred to be discussing something of real importance. 

"Evening, gentlemen," your partner greeted brightly, slipping into the circle with an easy grin and outstretched hand. "Heard the war stories from the other side of the room, and figured I ought to come hear them straight from the source."

The men chuckled, shaking his hand in turn, while you lingered a step behind, smiling politely when their eyes skimmed over you. Their words swam around you—half-jokes, half-boasts—and you answered when needed, but otherwise let them fade into the background. Your heels ached, your toes were threatening mutiny, and you were already picturing the comfort of your bed when you finally got home. 

Until you heard your brother's name.

"...damn pity we lost a good officer," one of the men sneered, his smirk curling in the direction of the far end of the grand hall where Caleb stood with a drink untouched in his hand as he listened to someone else speak. "And yet the good Colonel is still with us."

His colleague snorted. "If only Admiral Harkins didn't get too trigger-happy. Impatience ruins even the best-laid plans, and now we're right back where we started, but with one less junior pilot. What a waste."

"Well, the admiral didn't seem too torn up about it, so I suppose it doesn't matter. They're all replaceable anyway."

Your stomach lurched, heat prickling behind your eyes, and for a moment, you swore the entire hall tilted, not from champagne, but from the sheer agony coiled behind your ribs.

Avery glanced at you mid-laugh, his smile faltering when he caught your thunderous expression. "Hey," he murmured low enough for only you to hear, "you good?"

You almost stumbled, your knees threatening to buckle, but you locked them in place. You would not make a scene here in front of them. Even if every muscle in your body screamed to find Harkins and drive a screwdriver into his throat.

"I need air," you said flatly, already walking away.

When you exited, the night air hit like shards of glass in your lungs, but not nearly as sharp as the thoughts tearing you apart from the inside. You walked without seeing, not registering the gala building fading behind you or the traffic blurring past in streaks of neon.

They had called your brother replaceable. The word reverberated through bone and blood until your teeth ached. They'd laughed and smiled as though the end of your world was something to fold neatly into their collection of callous anecdotes, a garnish for their next glass of whiskey.

How dare they speak his name like it meant nothing? 

Your fists clenched, the hot sting of broken skin blooming in your palms. A part of you wanted to walk straight back and tear every one of them apart until they choked on their own smug words. You could almost feel their blood warm on your hands. 

Through it all, another poison dripped steadily in the back of your mind—Harkins. You'd always known he was up to no good. The way he'd planted seeds of suspicion and watched with barely hidden satisfaction when you took the bait. You'd given him information—nothing of importance, sure—but that didn't absolve you. Every word you'd ever spoken to him sat rotting in your gut, and you wanted to rip them out of yourself.

When the bile finally rose, you stumbled into a shadowed corner a few streets away, doubled over, and dragged air into your lungs to keep yourself from drowning. It didn't help. Your breathing hitched, and your vision narrowed. All that rage and grief tangled into a knot so tight you thought your chest would crack under it. You didn't even notice you were shaking until something warm settled over your shoulders.

You froze. It was your coat, the one you'd forgotten back at the venue in your haste, and when you turned, you saw the last person you expected to see. The Colonel himself stood awkwardly in front of you, his gaze searching yours with a mix of concern and hesitation, like he wasn't sure if you'd accept the gesture or throw it back in his face. His breath puffed faintly in the cold, and you realized he'd run here.

"I'm probably the last person you wish to see," he began earnestly, "but I saw you leave without your coat and thought you might need it."

His voice was uncharacteristically soft, a rare note you'd never heard from him before. Outside the stifling confines of his Fleet uniform and his looming office walls, he looked different, less authoritarian and more boyish. His hair was wind-tousled, sticking up in disobedient wisps from what must have been a brief run to catch up with you, and making him look like a well-mannered, if slightly roguish, gentleman.

When you didn't answer, he cleared his throat and tried again. "Do you have a ride home?"

The question made your heart sink. Stupid, opportunistic Avery had been your ride, which in hindsight was a spectacularly foolish decision. You would sooner walk barefoot across the city in the freezing dark than go back in there to ask him to take you home. But where was home anyway? You didn't want to return to the apartment that had begun to feel like an echo chamber for every loss you'd suffered. Especially not after tonight, after the undeniable proof that your brother's death had been nothing more than collateral damage in someone else's war.

The words slipped past your lips before you could stop them. "I don't want to go home."

Then, your body betrayed you, and a single tear slipped free, trailing a scalding path down your chilled cheek. Caleb's hand lifted immediately, as if drawn by some instinct he couldn't fight. His thumb hovered in the space between you, close enough to catch the tear, but he didn't make contact, waiting for permission to touch you. 

Instead, you flinched away. The reaction was minute, barely more than a twitch of muscle, but he caught it, and his eyes clouded with hurt. 

"I'm not here to... pry," he said eventually, lowering his hand. "You just looked—" He stopped himself, jaw tightening. "You looked like you needed someone."

The words rippled through your already unsteady heart. You didn't want him to notice. You didn't want anyone to notice. But here he was, unflinching in the face of the anguish you couldn't hide, not trying to fill the silence with pity or platitudes.

You hated him for it, but you also hated the treacherous part of you that was grateful.

"I don't need anything from you," you snapped.

"I know," he replied quietly, almost like he'd expected your resistance. "But maybe..." His shoulders shifted under his suit jacket, not the calculated posture you knew from the Fleet, but something loose and uncertain. "After everything, I figured I owed you this much at least. To be here, if you need it."

A flash of anger sparked through the grief. "Don't you dare—" you began, but your voice broke before you could steady it, and the rest of your outrage fizzled out. 

Caleb didn't antagonize you further. He simply stepped to the side, keeping enough distance to give you space, but not far enough to disappear into the night. He had the forlorn look of someone trying very hard to bridge a chasm but finding it too wide, and in that moment, the idea of him leaving felt worse than the idea of him staying.

Before you could summon the will to tell him to leave you alone, it began to rain. It started softly, the faintest misting drizzle that you might have mistaken for damp air, but within minutes, the clouds split wider, and the water came in earnest, pelting the streets with a rhythm that felt both cleansing and accusing. You made no move to find shelter because if you stayed there long enough, maybe the rain would erase you, blurring the edges until you bled into the concrete, your shape unrecognizable, and your existence washed down the gutters.

Following your lead, Caleb remained under the same weeping sky, his hair flattening against his forehead. "Come," he said at last, his voice almost swallowed by the rainfall. "Let me take you home. This is no weather to be outside, you'll catch a cold."

"I don't want to go home," you repeated solemnly. 

He let out a disgruntled sound, and you thought, with a messy tangle of hope and disappointment, that he'd finally take the hint. That he'd finally decide you were a hopeless case and leave you to your self-inflicted undoing, to spend the night dripping on some lonely park bench while the city forgot you existed. You'd dissolve quietly, like sugar in tea, and no one would notice until you were gone entirely.

But to your surprise, Caleb only tipped his head, rainwater running down the curve of his jaw. "Fine, let's go, then," he urged gently. "I won't take you home, but we need to get out of the rain."

"We?" you echoed skeptically.

The corner of his mouth twitched, halfway between a smirk and a dare. "Can't have our head engineer wandering the streets of Skyhaven in this weather. The Fleet needs that brain of yours in peak condition."

Without waiting for you to argue or giving you the chance to shrink back, he placed his hand lightly at the small of your back. Even through your coat, his palm was warm and grounding, and somehow, you didn't flinch, letting him steer you toward wherever he'd parked his car, your footsteps falling in unspoken agreement with his.

You didn't know why you let him. Maybe you were too drained to resist, or maybe you had started to wonder what it would be like if you stopped running from the one person who seemed determined not to let you disappear.

If someone had told Caleb this morning that you'd be in his apartment by nightfall, he would've laughed at the cruel joke. For months since your last outburst, he'd been careful not to stain your life with his presence. He had drawn a line, and then forced himself to stand on his side of it, even when it felt like swallowing glass, pretending to be content with the crumbs he gathered of you through his surveillance feeds.

He told himself he had to forget the memory of you in his proximity, the way your fingers brushed his when you passed him a document and the cadence of your voice, even when your words tore into him like shrapnel. 

He'd almost skipped tonight's gala. The thought of seeing you on another man's arm was an image he couldn't bear, but in the end, he'd gone anyway because as much as it hurt to see you with someone else, the alternative of not seeing you at all was worse. Then you'd gone barreling out of the venue, your eyes bright with unshed tears, and he was glad he was here after all, in the right place at the right time to pick up the pieces. 

Now, somehow, you were in his apartment, sitting gingerly at the edge of his couch, like the furniture might swallow you whole if you leaned back. He was in the kitchen, going through the ritual of making you a warm drink, while he watched you take in his place from the corner of his eye. 

It was tidy, though only because he was never home long enough to make a mess. When you'd first stepped in, he'd taken your sodden coat from your shoulders, and now your formal wear clung damply to your frame in ways that made his eyes want to linger, but he averted them respectfully. You were drying your hair with one of his towels, the soaked tendrils falling forward in a curtain he wanted to brush back, and he kept stealing looks over the counter as he tried to think of something safe to say. 

Eventually, he brought over your drink and a first aid kit. You took the mug without a word, but then you took a sip and your eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"How'd you know how I take my tea?"

Caleb didn't miss a beat. "Lucky guess."

You rolled your eyes, but kept drinking, until your gaze found the first aid kit. "What's that for? Are you hurt?"

"No, but you are." He crouched down in front of you, close enough that he could see the rain still beading on your lashes. "May I?" he asked, nodding toward your shoes.

A faint flush tinged your cheeks before you nodded, and he didn't look away as he slid them off, each motion deliberate. The skin at the back of your heels was chafed from too many hours on your feet. He smeared ointment on the wounds before placing bandages, his touch lingering a little longer than necessary. His fingers brushed your ankle and the edge of your calf, long enough that the contact burned your skin, but he pretended not to notice the way your muscles twitched in response. 

When he was done, he didn't rise, content to kneel before you, looking into your face to search for something he wasn't sure he would find.

You broke the silence first, putting down your mug and pointing to the wall. "I didn't know you two were close."

He glanced at the photograph of him and your brother from their academy days, laughing at something just out of frame. He nodded slowly. "He was a good friend."

You swallowed thickly. "He was a good person."

Suddenly, Caleb couldn't stop himself. Maybe it was your proximity, close enough that your perfume wrapped around him like a memory he'd never escape, or the way your face was near enough to see every faint blemish and human detail that made you real. Whatever it was, the words broke loose before he could weigh the consequences.

"I apologize."

You arched a brow. "You have a lot of things to apologize for. Which are you referring to?"

He exhaled slowly. So you weren't going to make this easy for him. Fair enough, he didn't deserve easy.

"Everything," he clarified. "Whatever you think I need to be sorry for, I am. But mostly for that day in your workshop. I shouldn't have done what I did."

"Good to know you're self-aware."

"I should have apologized sooner. I'm sorry for that, too."

"Careful, Colonel," you drawled. "Keep going on like that and someone might mistake it for actual sincerity."

Caleb frowned. "I am trying, and I am sorry. I mean it, I swear."

Your eyes dropped to your open palm, where the cut he'd pried open had long ago healed into a jagged scar. You shrugged, like it meant nothing. "Whatever. No point complaining about it now. What's done is done."

Instinctively, he reached for your hand, and to his surprise, you let his fingers brush over the scar, a faint shiver racing up your arm even as you tried to mask it.

"I hurt you," he murmured. "And I will never be sorry enough. You have to know, I never meant to take it that far."

You pulled your hand back abruptly and rose to your feet. "God, I don't know why I'm even here. This is weird."

Caleb remained on his knees like a supplicant at an altar, his gaze fixed on you with a reverence that made your heart rate skyrocket. His hands caught your clenched fists before you could retreat further.

Your eyes widened in alarm, and you tried to haul him up. "Oh, come on, get up. This is even weirder now."

When you tugged again, he tightened his grip. He recognized the restlessness in your limbs and the way your gaze darted toward the door. You were contemplating leaving, and he knew with sickening certainty that if you left now, you'd be gone forever. 

So he stayed on his knees, his every muscle taut with a barely contained panic. Oh, the universe loved to torment him. It had a cruel rhythm, pushing you into his orbit just long enough for him to breathe you in, then yanking you away and depriving him of your intoxicating presence. He wasn't sure how many more games of push and pull he could survive before something in him finally snapped.

"I am sorry for everything else, too. For giving you all those menial tasks you despised, and for interfering with your life. For every intrusive act you hate me for, I am sorry for it." He sounded even more pathetic now, a pitiful creature begging at the feet of the divine. 

There was something almost holy about this. Most people believed that worship was for the gods, but to him, you were the closest thing to sacred, despite being so achingly human. His devotion burned feverishly, something manic flickering in the shadows of his gaze. He would have kissed the hem of your dress if he thought it would absolve him.

Unfortunately for him, you did not understand the fervour of his devotion, and the longer he held his position, the more baffled you looked. 

"Don't be like this," you snapped exasperatedly. "You're going to get sore knees, Colonel. I'm not a monster to keep you like this. This evening has been odd enough."

He shook his head, almost violently, as if the title were a curse. "Not that. Just Caleb. Please."

His tone was raw and pleading, making you falter. Your gaze raked over him, as if seeing him for the first time, or at least seeing this side of him for the first time. He had shed his coat earlier, leaving him in his white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled to his forearms, the top two buttons undone, and the tie loosened. His hair was still in disarray from the storm, the damp strands making him look too human for someone who commanded so much of your life.  Gone was the unyielding colonel you'd known, and in his place was a man you did not recognize.

So you gave in, just a little. You blamed the bizarre events of the evening for your behaviour, but maybe the truth was, you were lonely, and no one had ever presented themselves to you so utterly. If you weren't so flabbergasted, you might even have been flattered.

The man who commanded rooms with his presence alone, who never so much as looked at anyone with softness, was on his knees for you. The sight sent an electric thrill up your spine, and you half wondered if he was drunk, but there was no sharp tang of alcohol on his breath, and you hadn't seen him touch a drink all evening. Maybe you were drunk then, and this was all a hallucination.

"I'm sorry too, I guess," you admitted reluctantly. "I may have said things that...crossed a line. And I never got to thank you for the report. You gave me the truth about my brother when no one else would. I shouldn't have held you accountable for something that wasn't your fault."

Caleb's response was instant. "I deserved it."

"Some of it, sure." Your lips quirked in a wry half-smile. "You were an arrogant asshole, but I shouldn't have gone about it the way I did."

"No," he countered firmly. "You were right to do it like that. I needed to be called out."

"Now you're just agreeing with me for the sake of agreeing with me."

The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn't allow himself a smile. 

You exhaled, trying to untangle your hands from his once more. "Look, come on, get up. We've both done things we're sorry for, and we've apologized, so maybe, moving forward, we can be civil at work. Things won't have to be so awkward."

Caleb's voice was fragile when he asked, "Are you going to leave if I let go?"

You shrugged. "It's the logical thing to do, isn't it? We've sorted out our issues. It's been a productive evening, I'd say."

His gaze locked on yours, unblinking. "Don't go. Please. Not yet."

It wasn't a command, or even a plea, but an invocation. A prayer spoken aloud from a man who never prayed, and for one dizzying heartbeat, you couldn't tell if it was your own pulse or his you were feeling in your throat.

You glared at him. "What do you want from me?"

"You." As if the answer wasn't already obvious.

A humourless scoff left your throat. "You don't even know me. We don't know each other. Your... attachment is rather odd, and frankly, it feels disingenuous. I'm nobody."

"You're the only person who matters." His tone was unwavering, but the zeal in his eyes threatened to unravel you.

Your gaze slid from him to the wall, scanning the framed photographs he had on display. Most of them featured the same smiling girl, her arms always wound around him, familiar and comfortable. "Somehow, I don't think that's true."

You didn't pause to examine the unwelcome pang in your chest. Of course, he had a life outside the Fleet. Everyone normal did. You were the only pathetic person who didn't.

Caleb followed your gaze, and when his eyes landed on the photos, something fierce and miserable flashed across his face. He shook his head vehemently. 

"Relic of a past life," he half lamented. One I can never again have. "But you—" He leaned closer, his nose a hairsbreadth away from pressing into your sternum. "You are the here and now. You are the only person now."

And damn it, some stupid part of you wanted to believe him. It had been long enough for your hatred to have cooled into something else entirely, and in the vacant space left behind, you'd realized it had never been hatred at all. It was mostly frustration—at him, yes, but also at your own inadequacy. 

You searched for the words that would push him away for good. That would be the sane thing to do, to burn the bridge, walk out, and forget this whole insane evening. Forget that you'd seen Colonel Caleb Xia on his knees like some penitent at a shrine.

But the words that left your mouth were anything but sane. "Would you do something for me, then?" 

Caleb's chuckle was desperate, indicative of a man already in too deep. "For you? Anything."

"Kill Harkins for me." Maybe this was a better way to push him away. Prove to him that you were more trouble than you were worth, that you were unreasonable and deranged in your grief.

His head tilted, as if he hadn't heard right. "What?"

"I mean it. I want him dead. Not reassigned, or quietly retired. Dead. I don't care if it's an accidental explosion or if he's found strangled in his bed with a silk tie. Hell, poison his wine if you like. I want him gone. You know what he did, and he deserves it. You cannot tell me otherwise."

Caleb's eyes narrowed. "You don't know what you're asking me to do."

"I do. And I know you can do it. I've heard the whispers. The people who vanish, and the accidents no one investigates."

A muscle ticked in his jaw. "No, you don't know what you're asking of me...because I'd do it. For you, I'd do anything."

That caught you off guard. "No, you wouldn't."

"I would." No hesitation. No qualifiers. No price. He didn't even blink, staring at you like you were the only star in his sky.

"Why?"

This time, he really did smirk. "And here I thought you were the most brilliant mind in the Fleet."

You sneered, heat rising under your skin. "That's not an answer."

"I already gave you one."

"So... you'll do it?"

"I said I would." He leaned forward a fraction, professing it like a vow. "So I will. For you."

If he spoke like that, how could you be held responsible for your actions? 

You moved before you could think better of it. When you pulled your hands free from his, Caleb's expression darkened with disappointment, certain you were about to leave. But then you leaned down, threaded your fingers through his already dishevelled hair, and kissed him.

The act was messy and uncoordinated, more hunger than grace. His mouth found yours like he'd been holding his breath for years, and now you were the air. You didn't want to admit it, but a guilty part of you knew you were using this to fill a hollow space inside yourself. You didn't want to be so achingly alone anymore. You simply wanted to forget, to drown in sensation, and finally have someone who looked at you with such relentless devotion. You wanted someone who belonged to you completely. You'd never had that before, and a dark, reckless part of you wanted to know what it felt like.

Caleb rose from his knees in one smooth motion, not breaking the kiss, hands framing your face like he might lose you if he let go. His lips were desperate, almost frantic, and you could feel him practically vibrate with relief. He was ecstatic that you were the one who had closed the distance, that you were touching him, wanting him.

Some part of him could tell your heart wasn't fully in it yet, but he didn't care. He had all the time in the world to win you over thoroughly. This was the opening he had been waiting for, the crack in the wall he had been battering at for months. You had finally let him in, and he would spend the rest of his life proving that doing so was the best decision you'd ever made. That giving yourself to him would be your favourite mistake.

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