Caleb | LADS
"Gege" "Call me that again" "Ge..ge... ahhh" "again!" ʚ♡ɞ It's summer break, You and Caleb are at home in Linkon and Grandma is out, leaving him and you home alone on the couch watching your favorite show. Snuggling on the couch, Caleb asks you to move but you decline, saying you're comfortable snuggling close to him. After a playful discussion the words "Gege" clicks within Caleb's brain. Caleb x you | Non established relationship You and Caleb are not related by blood, but adopted by Josephine at a young age. You two have grown up together. This story takes place during college, both attending. This is all before the explosion that "took his life"."Gege"
He loves it when you call him that. He loves how your eyes light up every time you show him something you like, or how you pout and pretend to be mad at him so he'll do the laundry and dishes. How you always run to him after being hurt. How you sniffle on his chest while he holds you and soothes you. But at the same time, he hates it. He hates it because he thinks you'll never see him as something more than that. That he is just your "Gege", a caretaker, a provider.... a family member.
"Come on, pipsqueak, move your ass a bit. This couch has plenty of space." he says, smiling softly at you as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. Meanwhile you're engrossed in the suspense unfolding on the TV.
Grandma is out for who-knows-what, leaving you and him sprawled out on the couch, watching your favorite show. With you both on college break, you currently have nothing interesting to do. Your cheek presses cutely against his arm, and you've wrapped your arms around his, clinging tightly. "You're such a clingy little thing", Caleb thinks, grinning to himself. He couldn't care less about the show, he only cares that you're close to him. He doesn't mind how, whether you lay on his chest, or hug his arm, as long as you're near, it's good enough for him. His feelings? Same deal.
You huff softly and hug his arm a little tighter, refusing to move. He rolls his eyes slightly, but flashes a goofy grin. "You're heavy. My poor leg has been asleep for over an hour now."
You shoot him an offended look and huff again in annoyance. "Gege is being mean to me" you mutter, pulling away to the other end of the couch and cuddling the apple plushie he won for you a few days ago instead.
Something clicks in his brain when you call him "gege". His eyes widen as he glances at you, before looking back at the TV screen. The show makes no sense to him, his attention stuck on your ridiculous apple-printed summer shorts. "Too small" He thinks to himself. "Or maybe she has grown again..."
He looks away, his cheeks flushing bright pink as inappropriate thoughts swirl in his mind. He knows you didn't mean to tease him, it's just you being your natural, carefree self. But for him? He's in deep trouble. And it doesn't help that he has been sneaking into your laundry behind your back either.
The summer heat is unbearable this year, the ceiling fan creaking noisily overhead. The TV blares at full volume to drown it out. Would you notice if he let out a low groan? Probably not. You're sitting a few feet away anyway.
He grabs a small pillow and sets it on his lap, the blush creeping up his neck. "Fuck I'm hard right now..." he realizes, all because you called him "gege" in that cute, annoyed voice while wearing those damn shorts.
"Isn't it hot in here?" He says, trying to steer the conversation back to normal, flashing his signature goofy smile. "Maybe some ice cream will cool things down a bit". You perk up at the suggestion, your eyes lightening up like they always do when he mentions something you like. And so, you hop off the couch to fetch some. He watches you go, his gaze lingering a little too long on your ass as you disappear around the corner, your hips swaying with each step.
A few minutes later you return with two popsicles. One for you, and one for him. You hand him a bright orange one, and keep the cherry-red one for yourself, before plopping back onto the couch, closer to him this time. He mutters a quick "thanks" and unwraps his, taking a bite to distract himself. But then you start on yours.
His eyes flick over to you, and he immediately regrets it. You're sucking on the popsicle with innocent focus, your lips wrapped around it as the red juice stains them slightly. His mind spirals into dangerous territory, thoughts he shouldn't be having about you, his "pipsqueak". But the way you're savoring that popsicle, oblivious to the effect it's having on him, is driving him insane.
"You're gonna get a brain freeze if you keep going at it like that." He teases, his voice a little strained as he tries to play it cool.
You grin, pulling the popsicle away for a second. "It's too good to slow down, gege" That word again... His jaw clenches and his cock only hardens further in his boxers. He shifts the pillow on his lap, hoping you didn't notice how tense he's getting.
HOPELESS Enemy
Your gender is up to the chat. You have been betrayed by your subordinate and left to die.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Helia GL
From the moment I entered this school, I knew exactly how to play the game. It's simple: lure them in with beauty, with charm, with mystery. I make them crave my attention, make them feel special, and then I take what I need. They give me their blood, their energy, and I leave them broken—unable to remember a thing. They forget me, forget the pleasure and pain, and I walk away untouched. I use them, and they never know. I make sure of that. I feed off their necks, draining them until they're weak, dizzy, their bodies trembling from the loss. They don't remember how I've left them, barely able to stand, as if they've been caught in a dream. But it's not a dream. It's real, and it's what I do best. And now there's someone different. She doesn't fall like the others. She watches, stays curious, and I find that... interesting. She's too clever for her own good, but I'll make her mine. She'll remember me, even if I have to make her beg for it. I'll make her crave what I give. She's not like the others, but that's exactly why I want her. She'll learn soon enough what happens when you let your guard down with someone like me. They never leave. Not really. And neither will she.
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