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CALEB !!!
M'so broke tryn' to get his outfit but t'was worth it ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊
I lost on my 20th pull on Zayne. Felt sad.
Realized I got an achievent from Caleb about being with him for a 100 days. He texts "I'll be there in 5 minutes"
Okay sure! I finish the text.
Do a 10 pull. HE COMES HOME 😭😭❓️❓️
SO HE WASN'T LYING ABOUT COMING BACK IN 5 MINUTES 😭😭
Just opened the event for Caleb and claimed the free 10 pulls in the shop!!
ANOTHER 5 STAR AFTER GETTING HIS PAIR CARDS TOGETHER?? NOW I'M SET FOR HIS NEXT BANNER SINCE I'M GUARANTEED NOW??
Not gonna lie. I would also date LADS MC too.
CALEB !!!
In the guaranted 5s in 24 pulls, Rafayel came home. So after that, he came home in 50 pulls!!!
On the other hand, I made a bet with my friends that if he came home, I have to write a 10k word fanfic... now I don't have a choice 🫠
Caleb from Love and Deepspace
Caleb from Love and Deepspace
A little late to the trend, but who does my MC look best with? I have a fav but we shall see who she is destined for.
Oh shit, just realized
New addition to the "MC of story-driven game doubles as nuclear bomb" group
LADS with the aether core
Obey Me MC needs the ring, otherwise she blows up like everything
Stelle/Caelus in HSR with the Stellaron (?) (been a while since I played that one)
Possibly TWST cuz Grim is kinda an extension of Yuu and he's sorta a ticking time bomb for overblot
And now, TDBK MC! She's basically a bioweapon with a countdown clock. When her time is up, she goes Kyklos, and might attack a ton of DA students and make THEM Kyklos, and over and over, basically Armageddon
OH MY GOD???
I DON'T QUITE KNOW WHAT I EXPECTED, BUT THAT? THAT WAS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED. IMMEDIATELY I AM SO IMMERSED. This update is kinda killing my phone but I AM SO IMMERSED
Do you think MC still knows some random aerospace stuff from when Caleb wasn't pretending to be dead?
Like I know I worded that wrong but still- I'm just imagining MC pretending to be uninterested in what Caleb does for work, just to (accidentally or purposefully) retain an oddly large amount of information on stuff like aerodynamics and engines and flight speed.
After the explosion, MC might hang out with one of her many suitors, and they go to a festival or smth and I'm just imagining them stumbling across, like, a paper airplane contest, and they're like "hey this could be fun"
Lo and behold MC completely dominates the competition, doubling the score of the person in second place and walking away with all the prizes, all bcuz her now (presumably) dead ex/BFF/whatever else he was, was really interested in planes before he (fake) died.
Anyway, back to totally not pirating shows while I wait for one of my games to redownload.
I'm just gonna come out and say it- I feel like Caleb might not end up having a myth?
Hear me out here- I know all the other love interests have myths and it would be weird for Caleb to be the one exception but hear me out-
All the other love interests, a good part of their lore is their myth. Rafayel is salty about MC forgetting him, he's the god of the sea or smth (not entirely sure, I haven't read all of it) Xavier is the Prince of Philos (also not entirely sure forgive me-) Sylus is (was?) a dragon, and Zayne betrayed a god for MC.
Point is, the main reason they value MC so much (nix Zayne I think, I heard somewhere that he doesn't remember MC.) is BECAUSE they remember her past lives. Rafayel actively hates all other humans, Xavier and the flower shop guy confirmed that she's important because of who she was, Sylus as well, blah blah blah, point is that all their lore depends on her past lives.
But Caleb? The central point of his story is that he died. Him and MC grew up together, one day he came back and they were visiting Josephine, and suddenly he died. Suddenly, the house blew up and took him with it.
And for the past- year? Half a year? Somewhere around there, for the past HOWEVER LONG, Mc has been grieving and mourning, not just thinking, but KNOWING him as having died, to her knowledge he had died in that fire, and really a part of him did.
That kindhearted caring boy she knew? The one who would try to avenge her even after she lied and said she was fine, the one who said she could talk to him about anything, he's dead.
And in his place stands three things. The necklace she gave him before he died, the death certificate confirming he truly is gone, and Colonel Caleb. A testament to all that has changed.
His story might not revolve around MC forgetting him, but instead around MC remembering a version of him that no longer exists.
That, and I feel like giving him a myth of top of all his other lore may feel like too many cooks in the kitchen, y'know?
I feel like there's something to be said about how Caleb uses his Evol before and after the explosion.
Before the explosion, we only see him using his Evol as a sort of stand in for levitation. Much like his personality, his Evol seems light and airy. He uses it gently- to take MC's gift and to play with a passing leaf. It seems fun and lighthearted, he lessens the impact gravity has on objects, like he seems to lessen the stress out on MC.
But after the explosion? We only seem to see him using his Evol to drag people down. Keep them in place, make them bend to his will. His expression and voice are more distant, more serious, and so is the way he utilizes his Evol. It's not fun and lighthearted anymore, instead it's used to seemingly demonstrate just how superior he is to the person he's using it on. He has changed, and thus so has his utilization of his Evol.
the ears…
drowsy 🪼
— (rafayel)
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my baby my babyyyy or however it goes
not a want. a need.
the world when you're with me
synopsis: you seek out sylus for comfort after realizing you were wrong about him.
tags: comfort, fluff, implied avoidant!reader learns to trust sylus, implied avoidant!reader clings to sylus, sylus takes care of reader from afar, sylus has mephisto and the twins follow reader but wbk pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mostly mc word count: 802
a/n: is this the peak of literature? no. did i need to write it after the day i had? yes. did i need to post it today? no, because i’m trying to stagger my posts more, but here we are. anyway 4k caleb pwp coming tomorrow
For the first few weeks after you’d infiltrated the N109 Zone, you’d avoided Sylus Qin like the plague.
After being scared out of your wits by the first version of him you'd met—the cold, unavailable criminal mastermind who’d forced you to shoot him within 5 minutes of knowing one other—you were unashamedly wary of working with him again.
But Sylus’s intel was unrivaled. More and more often, you found yourself visiting the N109 Zone to meet with him, eventually not even bothering to book a place to stay. There was always a guest room at the Onychinus base prepped for your arrival.
As you spent more time with Sylus, he’d noticeably changed his approach to interacting with you. Rather than forcing you to resonate with him, he’d explained to you how his Evol worked, letting you aim his hands at some training dummies to test it out yourself. Instead of unceremoniously shutting you out when he was tired, he’d drag his robe-and-slippers-clad self to sit beside you on the sofa, answering your cautious questions by practically giving away all his secrets.
His shift in attitude hadn't stopped there. Sylus had clearly been using that endearingly incorrigible crow to keep tabs on you, but for the strangest reasons.
Whenever you had a bad day at work, some building-wide maintenance emergency would magically appear, forcing your team to cease operations for the rest of the day. He’d text you a couple hours after your early dismissal, saying he was in the city and inviting you on an evening joyride to clear your head.
The day after you’d lugged a case of water up the stairs to your apartment, having to pause a couple times to catch your breath, you came home to see your fridge mysteriously stocked with groceries. The only traces left behind were the masked twin figures you spotted scurrying away from your window.
When a new phone showed up at your doorstep one day—you never even told him you’d shattered your screen, you thought—you’d decided that Sylus wasn’t as bad as you’d once assumed. Not anywhere near as bad, in fact. He was thoughtful, generous, and helped you without taking credit or forcing you to ask for it. You’d never had that before.
Which is why, somehow, you find yourself standing in the doorway of his armory, studying him silently as he polishes an antique-looking gun.
When he notices you, Sylus looks up, raising a delicately arched eyebrow. “Something wrong, kitten?” he drawls, subtly checking your body for injuries.
Mind numb from your absolutely dreadful day, you stay silent while Sylus looks at you expectantly, his hands forgetting their earlier task.
But for the next minute, you remain hovering in the doorway. You expect him to get annoyed—you almost want him to, so you have an excuse to go back to relying only on yourself—but all you see on Sylus’s face is patience.
When you start shuffling toward him, that patience mixes with a glimmer of anticipation that he visibly tries to suppress. You need him to be calm right now—an anchor, he thinks. If he loses his composure, if he startles you with his excitement at your approach, you might bolt at any moment.
Sometime during his inner struggle, you reach him. Meekly, you stand before his chair, briefly opening your mouth before closing it.
“What is it, sweetie?” he asks softly. “Tell me, and we can figure it out together. I’ll personally track down whoever seems to have stolen your words from you.”
At his offer, you break, collapsing into his lap. His large, warm hands immediately encircle your waist, and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his leather and spice cologne.
“Aw,” he coos in his baritone voice, rocking you slowly in his embrace. When he lifts your head an inch, you resist, letting out a soft whine. Gently, he guides your head back to his chest, his quickening heartbeat thumping in your ears and grounding you in the the moment.
After several moments of silence, your deep, shuddering breaths the only interruptions, Sylus murmurs into your ear. “When I noticed you never ask for help, I was worried the world may not be treating as well as it should. You must be very tired, hmm?” he asks, rubbing his chin against your hair.
Tightening your arms around him, you sit there for a while, his steady breaths seeming to mend a decades-long rift in your heart.
The next time Sylus tries to lift your head, you let him. He pulls your face from his neck so he can look into your eyes, hoping his gaze conveys his sincerity, before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
“You don’t need the world when you’re with me,” he promises. “I’ll treat you better than it ever could.”
GUH-
my word. this had me patting my damp brow with a handkerchief it got me so good
Sylus is for the ones who want security
Sylus is for the ones whose feet always seem to find the cracks in the pavement, who always seem to stumble over themselves as they try desperately to make something- a name for themselves, a conversation, a new relationship, a stronger existing one, anything- only to fail again and again.
Sylus is for the ones who find themselves holding up their hands as they watch them shake. Why you? Why was everything always on you? Why did you always have to make the effort, the connection, the fake-happy face to appease someone, just so that they might love you?
Sylus is for the ones who truly try, but have longed since reached the breaking point. Don't worry darling. Hide the cracks. If they're hidden, you surely can handle a little bit more disappointment. A little bit more 'being alone' no matter how hard you try. A little bit more on focusing on everyone else's needs while neglecting your own. Why are you breaking? Why are your pieces on the floor? Chin up, darling. It's only for a while longer. How much longer? Well, how much more do you have left to give?
Sylus is for the ones who sit wondering why. Why is there suddenly the foreign feeling of care, of love, of endearment? When everything has been 'nothing' for so long, how are you supposed to cope with 'anything' at all? Much less 'everything'? The stack of bills are paid, the cupboards no longer have ramen, rice, and beans. The texts come frequently, and your phone rings randomly whenever you cross someone's mind. When have you ever crossed someone's mind? And the clothes bought for you fit like a glove.
Sylus is for the ones who have given everything all of their life, who have found themselves desperate for connections that no one wants to make with them, who give their everything in exchange for more anxiety and demands at their expense.
Sylus is for the ones who want security.
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 “𝐋𝐄𝐓’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓” 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌
𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑
Xavier’s expression shifts subtly—a change most wouldn’t notice, but you’ve learned to read him. His dark eyes focus entirely on you, any trace of his usual sleepiness vanishing instantly.
“That’s dangerous, giving me cues like that,” he murmurs, his voice low and unchanged in tone despite the intensity behind his words.
He closes the distance without warning, one hand cupping your face while the other slides around your waist, pulling you against him. There’s something possessive in the way his lips claim yours—deliberate and unhurried, yet leaving no room for retreat.
Time seems irrelevant as he deepens the kiss. For someone who typically appears so detached, his actions speak volumes, betraying the emotions he reserves only for you. When you attempt to pull back for air, he follows, unwilling to break contact.
“Not yet,” he whispers against your lips, his breath warm. “I’m not done with you.”
𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄
Zayne sits at his desk in his home office. He looks up, dark eyes meeting yours over the rim of his glasses. Without a word, he removes them carefully, placing them beside his laptop.
“I suppose I’m due for a break,” he says, pushing back from his desk.
He stands and gestures for you to come closer. When you reach him, his hands find your waist, guiding you against the edge of his desk.
The kiss starts measured, methodical—like everything else he does—but quickly deepens with underlying hunger. His fingers trace up your spine, cradling the back of your neck with surprising tenderness.
“Fifteen minutes,” he murmurs in between kisses. “That’s all I need to refresh before returning to these reports.”
But the way he pulls you closer, the subtle sweetness on his tongue from the candy he keeps hidden in his desk drawer, suggests he might extend his break after all.
𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋
The afternoon light streams through the studio windows, casting golden hues across Rafayel’s canvas. His paintbrush pauses mid-stroke, hanging suspended above vibrant blues and greens.
A smile spreads across his face as he sets his palette down. “And here I was thinking I’d need to convince you to distract me today.”
Paint-stained fingers carefully return the brush to its holder before he steps down from his step ladder. He allows you to make the first move, watching with fascination as you approach.
“For inspiration’s sake,” he whispers as your lips meet, though the way his breath catches suggests it’s more than artistic motivation driving him.
He lets you set the pace initially, responding to your lead with appreciative hums, his hands roaming your body. Then, something shifts—he’s in control.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against your neck, fingers finally tangling in your hair.
His kiss deepens—wild and untethered, like he might disappear with the tide if not anchored to this moment with you.
𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒
“What a bold request,” Sylus says, making no move to stand. Instead, he pushes his chair back slightly from the table, eyes never leaving yours. “If that’s what you want, come here and take it.”
The challenge in his voice is clear—he wants you to approach him, to claim what you desire. As you cross the room, his expression remains composed, though a certain hunger darkens his gaze.
When you settle onto his lap, his hands rest lightly on your hips, neither pulling nor pushing. “Well?” he prompts, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. “You made the request. I’m merely accommodating it.”
You initiate the kiss, setting a tentative pace that he follows without trying to accelerate. He restrains himself—a calculated decision to let you lead while he receives. Only when you deepen the contact does he respond in kind, his composure slipping just enough to reveal how much he’s been holding back.
“Good,” he breathes against your lips. “Now, show me what else you want.”
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁
The moment the words leave your mouth, Caleb’s expression darkens. He reaches past you to lock his bedroom door, the click echoing in the sudden silence.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he says, voice dropping lower as he backs you against the wall.
His lips find yours with urgent precision, one hand braced against the wall while the other cups your face. The kiss is consuming—a clear message that now that he has you, he won’t be letting go anytime soon.
You stumble backward as he guides you through his room, neither of you willing to break contact. Your back hits the wall next to his desk, and he cages you in with his arms, lips never leaving yours except for the briefest moments to catch your breath.
“Been thinking about you all day,” he confesses against your neck, voice ragged. His lips remain possessively on yours throughout the close-distance trip to his bed.
“Mine,” he whispers, pulling you down with him.
Another post upcoming for today 😼
things that are not talked about enough in Love and Deepspace
i'm surprised i haven't found something like this for LADS, so decided to document some interesting things I found while playing. i limited myself to Main Story, Kindled Memories, Moments posts, texts, interactions, (or stuff you can proc while playing) and did not include limited time events or the chibi comics.
(i've definitely missed out on many so feel free to reblog and add your own encounters!)
read part 2!
Sylus and Xavier are big eaters
Rafayel gets seasick, despite being a fish
Sylus got lost in a train station once
Rafayel can hear fish scream
Nobody comments when Sylus polishes a gun in public at a cafe
Xavier and MC lived in the same building for 6 months before they find out
Sylus’s heart rate can reach up to 150 bpm, and he wants MC to sync to it
Nobody recognises Xavier while he’s wearing the Lumiere mask
Rafayel scolds a cat
Rafayel then made MC choose between him and said cat
This happens twice
Sylus goes ice fishing, often with little success
Xavier also goes fishing, often with more success
Nobody comments when the boys show up to the cafe in nothing but bath towels
MC has said that the dual-prong claw reminds her of a really big fork
Rafayel makes you choose between him and a cat printed on a badge
Sylus has implied that his muscles and abs are not real
Rafayel synced his phone to MC’s steps tracker at one point
Sylus also does this
Xavier names every bird that visits his house
Rafayel used a piece of bread as an eraser, then ate it afterwards
Sylus sleeps sitting up
MC loses a fight against 12 crabs
Zayne believes in mythical creatures (or, at the very least, unicorns)
Sylus’s nickname “Lil S”
Rafayel paints with the blood of his slain people sometimes
Xavier found a bird egg in one of his flower pots one day, and wants to boil and eat it
Sylus guides a scared duck back home
This happens twice
“I’m pretty sure there’s bad juju in that custard bread.” is a line Rafayel once said
MC accidentally grows garlic instead of daffodils
Zayne mistook a plastic bag for a white cat
Sylus gets his motorbike stolen
Sylus and MC were spotted on a joyride because they were wearing glow-in-the-dark glasses
Xavier’s Hunter Uniform is popular with kids
Xavier takes a photo using a public telephone
Sylus recommends tequila as a dinner option
The account named rafayel_ridable_fish_dinner
Zayne’s nickname at the cafe “Large 100% Sugar Latte To Go”
Sylus expressed an interest in baseball
MC is a true crime watcher
MC gifts Zayne a jar of air, and he recommends her to get a MRI scan
FINALLY 😭
(I don’t even want to admit how broke I am now)
Y'all.. my alt on tiktok has been discovered by my friends 😥😥 the love and deepspace alt 😥😥😥 instantly swapped to private I cannot have myself being exposed like this
Guys. You all gotta calm down with the Catch 22 fanart. I'm just trying to peacefully scroll Tumblr in the living room and it's all softcore. Guys please don't stop.
"A Wolf At My Window"
synopsis: Childhood friend Caleb pays you a visit in the middle of the night. word count: 1.8k notes: This is the first fic I've posted in a long long time (so nervous!!), but I want to post more Love and Deepspace Vocaloid song fics so.... I was listening to Romeo and Cinderella by Doriko and could not stop thinking about Caleb to this song so... Enjoy your food freaks. warnings: Forbidden love, friends to lovers, Juliet complex, childhoodfriend!Caleb, naive reader, love and obsession, coming of age, rebellion, not beta read we die like granny?
ロミオとシンデレラ
0:58 ──♡───── 4:41
Caleb had always been there. In the morning when the sky bled with pink and gold hues, waiting for you outside the door. At school, where his laughter was a shield, making sure no one saw how you shrunk under the attention. In the evening, when the soft glow of the lamp on your bedside was often shared with his silhouette, leaning against the frame while he teases you for reading romance novels instead of studying.
For years, he had been your constant. Your safe place. And maybe that's why you haven't questioned why his presence felt heavier than normal lately. Or why his gaze lingered too long. Why, when you met his eyes, you felt something tightening in your chest that had nothing to do with comfort.
Tonight, he wasn't waiting by the door. He wasn't teasing you about your choice of fiction, or ruffling your hair as he walked past. Tonight, Caleb was at the window.
You swallowed, gripping the edge of the blanket, staring at his silhouette through the glass. Your heart pounded. The rational part of you knew you should be started, maybe even a little scared. But you weren't.
With shaky fingers, you open the window.
"You know," you whispered, your voice barely above the wind, "normal people use the front door."
Caleb's lips curved as he pushed the window up further. His hands—big, sturdy—gripping the frame as he hoisted himself inside, "And normal people don't let in wolves after dark," he murmured, his voice lower than usual. Softer.
The air in the room changed.
He didn't step back. Didn't put any space between you two. Instead, he reached up, fingertips brushing against your cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. It was a simple touch. Barely anything. And yet, it felt like everything.
"Caleb—"
"Shh," he whispered. You froze as his thumb traced your jaw, tilting your chin up. "You always look away when I get too close."
You swallowed, "Well maybe you shouldn't get so close, then."
His smile deepened, but there was something unreadable in his expression. Something that sent a slow heat curling down your spine.
"That's the thing," he murmured, leaning down, his forehead nearly brushing against yours, "I don't think I can stop."
Your breath caught.
His other hand found your waist, fingers curling slightly—possessive, firm, like he wanted to make sure you didn't step away. But you weren't going to.
"How far can we venture tonight?" You whispered before you could stop myself.
Caleb stilled. His grip on your waist tightened just enough for you to feel the heat of his palm through the lace of your pink pajama top. Then, slowly, he smiled again. This time without amusement, without teasing.
"You tell me," he said, voice low, "but I'll warn you, I don't like being told to stop."
A soft shiver ran through you.
Your fingers curled against his chest, not pushing him away, but grounding yourself, "Be gentle," you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes, "I still don't like bitter tastes."
He exhaled, something like frustration flickered through his eyes. "Then don't tempt me."
You bit your lip.
And then his restraint snapped.
His lips found the corner of your mouth first, brushing, teasing, like he was waiting for you to push away. When you don't, he takes more. A slow, drawn-out kiss, his hands slide up, fingers pressing into the back of your back, pulling you closer. You barely had time to breathe before he kissed you again, hungrier this time, like he was trying to make up for all the times he held himself back.
When you break apart, you were breathless. Your head was spinning.
"Caleb," you whispered.
He studied you, something unreadable in his expression. Then, slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out. A silver chain. A delicate charm at the end.
You frowned. "What's that?"
"A promise," he murmured, lifting it, carefully fastening it around your wrist. "That I won't let anyone take you away."
You swallowed. "That sounds more like a collar than a promise."
His lips twitched, but his grip on your wrist was steady. "Same thing, isn't it?"
You should've been alarmed. You should've questioned him.
But as you looked at him—the boy who had always been there, who had always protected you, who had always wanted more but never dared to ask—you realised something.
You didn't want to run.
Not from him.
Not tonight.
Maybe not ever.
The thought should've scared you. Should've made you take a step back, regain some distance. But you didn't move. Instead, you let your fingers brush around your wrist. The metal was cool against your skin, delicate, but firm. A promise, he had said. A collar, you had called it.
Maybe it was both.
You looked up at him, at the way his purple eyes burned in the dim glow of your bedside lamp. You had never thought of him as dangerous before. But now, standing here in the silence, the window still cracked open, letting in the cold night air, you realised—
He was the wolf if your story.
Not the prince.
Not the hero.
But the one who came I through the window instead of the door.
And you weren't stopping him.
His fingers traced the inside of your wrist, right where your pulse fluttered. He hadn't let go since he put the chain on you.
“You’re quiet,” Caleb murmured, watching you too closely.
You wet your lips. “I’m thinking.”
A slow, knowing smile. “About what?”
You hesitated. “About how my dad doesn’t like you.”
Caleb exhaled through his nose, like he expected that answer. “That’s nothing new.”
"He's going to notice if I start wearing this." you held up your wrist, the chain glinting in the low light.
His fingers curled around your wrist. "So don't take it off."
"Caleb—"
"I mean it." He pulled you closer, voice soft but firm, "It suits you."
You swallowed. "That's not the point. You know what he's like. If he founds out—"
"I don't care."
His voice wasn't sharp. Wasn't loud. But it cut through the air between you all the same. You felt your stomach twist, my breath catch. "You're not the one who has to deal with him."
His jaw tensed, "No. But I could take you away from it all."
You froze.
He wasn't teasing.
He wasn't being playful.
He meant it.
And for a single, wild moment—you wanted to say yes.
You wanted to be like those girls in the stories, the ones who ran away with their prince charming, who let themselves be carried off before the clock struck twelve. The ones who didn't have the think about their father's disappointment, or their mother's worried sighs, or the way everyone expected them to be good, obedient, reasonable
But this wasn't a fairy tale. Real life wasn't a fairy tale.
You stepped back. Just a little. Just enough for your back to hit the edge of your desk. "You're talking I'm some princess locked in a tower."
"Arent you?"
You glared. "I have a life here. A family. You can't just take me away."
Caleb studied you for a moment. Then, finally, he exhaled and let go of your wrist, his touch leaving behind the phantom warmth of his touch. "Fine," he said, too easily. "Then let me be the one who stays."
You frowned. "What?"
"You heard me." His expression softened, but there was something dangerous under the surface. "I won't take you anywhere. But I'll make sure no one else does either."
Yet another shiver runs down your spine. "That's not how this works."
He tilted his head. "Then how does it work?"
You hesitated.
Because deep down.. you knew.
If you told him to stop, if you told him to leave, he would.
But you didn't want him to.
You just didn't know if you could handle what it would mean if he stayed.
"I don't want to be someone's Juliet." You muttered, not looking at him.
Caleb let out a low chuckle. "I know. I'm not asking you to be."
My stomach twisted again. "Then what are you asking?"
Silence.
And then—
His fingers brushed under your chin, tilting your face up.
"Stay with me." He murmured, voice low, steady. "That's all."
Stay with me.
Not run away with me.
Not be mine.
Just stay.
Your pulse pounded in your ears.
Because if you said yes. I knew this wouldn't be some fleeting thing. Caleb wasn't someone who let go. He wasn't someone who would let you change your mind later.
If you stayed—truly stayed—then you were his.
And the worst part?
You wanted to be.
Caleb's hands were warm, steady. His presence wrapped around me like a vice, unyielding, inescapable. But even as your breath caught in your throat, as his fingers dug into your waist just enough to make you aware of his weight, your mind drifted, pulled back by the ghosts of childhood, by something so simple, so innocent.
Caramels.
Your mother used to make them from scratch, stirring the golden syrup over the stove, the scent of butter and sugar thick in the air. She would hum while she worked, the same old tune she'd sung to you as a child, and when the caramel had cooled just enough, she'd cut them into little squares, wrapping each one in wax paper.
They were soft, sweet, melting on your tongue in an instant. A taste that lingered, that filled my mouth with warmth and comfort.
Caleb used to steal them when we were kids. He'd wait until Mom wasn't looking, grab one from the counter, and flash you a smug little grin. "Don't tell," he'd whisper, voice thick with mischief.
You never did.
You still remembered the way he'd look at you after taking a bite—chewing slow, savouring the flavour—before offering you the other half.
Sweet things should be shared, right?
But that was the thing about caramel, wasn't it? It was easy to choke on if you weren't careful. Too rich, too thick, too overwhelming.
And now, with Caleb pressing you against the desk, his body so close, his hands so firm, you felt like you were choking again—on something just as intoxicating, just as dangerous.
He wasn't offering something soft this time.
He wasn't giving you the last half.
He was taking.
And you still weren't stopping him.
"Tell me you don't want this." His voice was low, rough against your ear. "Tell me to leave and I will."
You swallowed hard, your fingers curling into his shirt. "Caleb..."
He waited. Patient, like he always was. But you could feel the tension in him, the way his grip tightened, like he already knew you wouldn't say it.
Because he knew you.
He had always known you.
And maybe that's why you had never been afraid of him.
Even now, when you knew—knew—that this wasn't something you could undo, that crossing this invisible boundary meant there was no going back, you still weren't afraid.
Because Caleb had always been there.
At every birthday. At every graduation. Through every stupid heartbreak, through every moment you'd felt alone.
He had been there, waiting.
And now, as your heart pounded in your chest, as his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles against your hip, you realised something terrifying.
You'd been waiting too.
Dividers by @cafekitsune
I saw others doing this so...
‼️ Bonus points if you can guess who my fav is <34
Do we think mc heard Caleb getting off when they were younger.. we know he’s loud..
and would he be loud on purpose or try to be subtle? Many thoughts..
Please send me freaky Caleb or Xavier fics I’m starving
Anyway what freaky kinks/fetishes do we think the guys have