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Can anybody else see this, or it just me?
In another world, where Caleb has a lighter character background, his relationship with MC would probably look similar to the relationship between Josh and Cher from Clueless.
All that bantering, between the protective 'brother-not-brother' figure and the younger, naive 'sister-not-sister,' culminating into an "Oh, we actually like-like each other."
This literally just hit me while rewatching the movie. Throwbacks, am I right?
JUST A VISIT , RIGHT? A/N: Don't get his license cancelled , please. I have an exam tomorrow but welp priorities hehe hope you have a fun time reading. Doc! Zayne x fem!reader w/c: approx 1k genre: fluff, suggestive (not a lot)
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They say jealousy is a disease. Thank God the WHO hasn't declared it to be so, or else Zayne might be one of the unhealthiest doctors to have ever lived. Too much? My words are not enough to project the jealousy issues Zayne suffers from while deceiving everyone with his cold demeanour. It all started when you were kids, you were the closest he could have to a sibling. As his parents were doctors, it was quite lonely at home, so he just occupied himself with books - hoping his parents would praise him. After all, skipping a few years and studying with people years older than you gets lonely; the only thing a kid can crave for is his parent's approval.
You were the skipping stone that disturbed the equilibrium of his calm pond. He first saw you when you moved into the neighbourhood with your grandma. He didn't go out often, so how would you even meet? That's when you and Caleb thought to drag him out of his house to play.
It was a placid summer afternoon. Zayne felt like dozing off to the melody of the summer wind and staring out of his window. That's when he saw a sudden tiny palm bang his window and slowly a tiny head with pigtails would pop up. He was so confused, he didn't know if he should shout or just open the window. He recognized your face; you gave him a sweet smile and asked him to open the window.
Zayne hesitantly opened his window as you introduced yourself and asked him to join you to play with him and Caleb. "Caleb?, Who is that?" Zayne asked with the most innocent voice as he looked at you with his eyes. A cheeky sound came from below where you were standing "Um..that would be me, THE PERSON SHE IS STANDING ON." Zayne's faint smile faded away, he used to hang out with you both. Oh, but how he wished to be just with you, but Caleb wouldn't let that happen, and soon life went on, and you three chose your paths in life and drifted away.
[PRESENT TIME]
Zayne wakes up from his sweet nap with a faint smile on his face. They say if life tears you apart, destiny brings you back together. Lately, Dr. Zayne has been frowning a lot less. That's probably cause he has been assigned to be your primary care physician. That gives him an excuse to be in touch with you. It is no surprise that without Caleb, he has taken the responsibility to take care of youto make up for the hole Caleb left behind.
It was his first time meeting you in so long, it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous. As he saw youwalk into his office, he kept fiddling with his pen to calm his nerves. He had seen you grow all over theyears, but nothing could have mentally prepared him for the tension between you both. It wasn't easy for you as well...seeing the nerdy guy who answered in just 2-3 words, to grow up to be such a fine man, who knows his way around words to comfort you, especially you. Every second with him made you nervous; the fact that it's his day off, yet he only came for youas it was your day off. The fact that he offered you the same candy you loved as a kid to makeyou comfortable. The way he is not in his doctor coat and has his sleeves rolled up, displaying hisveins. You curse your brain for having such indecent thoughts, he is just doing his job...right?
Zayne could read you like a book, there's no way he did not notice the way you were looking at his arms. He thought to push your buttons, as he stretched his neck and let out a deep sigh to loosen his neck tie as he tilted his head back and stared at you. "Apologies, it's been too hot in Linkon recently due to more Metaflux Radiations.I hope you understand." You avoid his gaze and blush, looking down.
Second by second, you are consumed with thoughts that should have never been there in the first place.It was so noisy that you didn't notice when Zayne had walked towards you and tilted your chin up to look at him with his delicate hands. "Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?" He kneeled to your height and gently held your hand with both his hands and placed it against his cheek as he looked up to meet your eyes. "Please don't ignore me when you are hurting, I'll take care of you I promise."
You couldn't take it anymore, his voice...the closeness, his neck. He smiled at you and put his stethoscope against your back as he instructed you to take deep breaths. The way he was so close to you that you could feel his breath synchronize with yours made your heartbeat go faster. Zayne was gonna point it out, till you stood up real fast and sprinted towards the door, overwhelmed with emotions. As you are about to open it, a hand emerges from behind you and pulls you by your waist. You could feel his huge body frame hover over yours as he let out a raspy whisper into your ear, "Don't think I'm not used to patients running away, dear." He pulls your arm gently to turn you towards him, having you cornered between the door and him.
"I'm not gonna let you go for if I do...", Zayne gently lowers his gaze down to your lips as he traces them with his calloused fingers.
"I think I might never forgive myself."
and if i said moon song by phoebe bridgers is heavily caleb coded. what then.
Ok so, I need to yap about the new Sylus card 'cause it's so perfect in so many ways. (I'm just going to talk about some my favourite parts, otherwise this post is gonna be too long)
(Also I'm sorry if there's any type of error, I'm not a native English speaker)
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The way he plays with her and jokes with her during the entire memory
The way he looks at her in the kindle part: these are the eyes of pure love and devotion (big shout-out to whoever worked on his model here)
His last sentence: "if you were an art piece, then whoever created you must have loved you dearly".
If this is not a love confession I don't know what else could it be
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I CAN SAY THEY ACTUALLY COOKED WITH THIS FREE MEMORY *chef kiss*
Artist Turned Muse
Fandom: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) Category: F/M Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Main Character/Qi Yu | Rafayel; Qi Yu | Rafayel/You Tags: One Shot, Crack Fic, Mild Hurt/Comfort, POV Third Person, POV Rafayel, POV Second Person, Light Angst
Summary: Rafayel knows you're lying to him but he doesn't know what the reason behind it is. So the best logical conclusion he comes to is that you are seeing someone else.
A/N: disclaimers: - english isn't my first language, so sorry for any potential mistakes - this is a crack fic written purely for funsies with a pinch of angst (cause it's Rafayel), don't take it too seriously - the fic begins with Rafayel's POV and then it changes to reader's POV
you can read the fic here or go to ao3 (hyperlink in the title)
Rafayel knows his girlfriend has been up to something as of late. He just couldn’t figure out what exactly it was.
At first, he ignored it. Well, no, he didn’t actually ignore it, more like he just pretended it didn’t bother him—a tactic he was very well-accustomed to.
How did he know something was off, you might ask. Well, first of all Rafayel knows his beloved, thank you very much, so it’s no surprise that the first thing to tip him off was her lying to him. He knows she couldn’t lie to save her life—unlike himself, of course.
So, naturally when he asked her what plans she had for the weekend and she pulled out a half-assed excuse about some kind of reading she needed to catch up to, he knew immediately it wasn’t actually the case. This girl is so bad at lying, Rafayel has no idea why she still even tries. The birthday preparations she tried to make in secret should’ve been proof enough to discourage her from ever trying to lie to him again.
Rafayel, guided by that logic, has tried jogging his memory to remember if there were any anniversaries or other special occasions worthy of celebration and came to the conclusion that there were none. That realization frustrated him to no end because that meant he had no clue what was actually happening with his girl.
Days, then weeks kept going in that same manner with her always making excuses and disappearing for several hours, not answering her phone and keeping her text messages short. He thought he did something wrong and she was just pissed at him but that also wasn’t the case because there were no indications of that apart from her disappearing all the time.
Then it finally hit him.
She must be seeing someone else. The betrayal he felt the moment that thought settled in his head was like no other. It was way worse than her forgetting him back when they first met because, here she is now clearly remembering him, being with him and yet still disappearing on him several times a week. Oh, this is unbearable.
What will he do if that’s truly the case? What can he do, really?
It’s not like Rafayel isn’t giving his all to this relationship. What more could she possibly want and why wouldn’t she simply ask it of him?
If we’re being completely honest, Rafayel is having a full-blown breakdown over this.
Like, if she wanted someone else to spice things up a bit, she could’ve just told him. Sure, Rafayel would’ve probably cried over it but at the end of the day he’d suck it up and do whatever she wanted hoping it was just a phase. If, on the other hand, it was the worst-case scenario and she fell in love with someone else…
Well, that’s not something Rafayel wants to consider. If push comes to shove, he’ll just improvise like he always does praying for the sea to have mercy on him.
He tries not to overthink all of this but it is getting more and more difficult with each passing day with each excuse and lie even though when she’s with him, she’s no different than she’s always been. She’s loving, teasing, and caring. She cuddles with him like she used to, makes sure he doesn’t starve to death while working on a new piece, and makes love with him like it’s their last day on Earth.
Rafayel loses sleep over the predicament he’s found himself in. And worst of all, he can’t even paint—he can’t put his emotions into art, the one thing he’s always praised himself for being good at. Every time he tries, he just stands there for a while with the paintbrush held mid-air, unable to make the first stroke. Then when he finally makes himself move, do something—anything—he is left with a bitter sense of disappointment.
It’s all just…not right. He truly feels like a fish out of water (pun intended).
Not only is she blatantly lying to him, she also hides stuff from him now. She never used to do that before and Rafayel is oh so ready to start ripping off his hair if she continues whatever it is she’s doing now. He’ll go bald at the ripe age of twenty-four. It’d be plastered all over all sorts of billboards too… “An artist gone bald: the downfall of the infamous Rafayel’s hairstyle” or something like that.
Okay, dramatics aside, it is weird. A few days ago, she was on her phone and he dropped onto the sofa right next to her. The moment his head touched her shoulder she locked her phone and put it aside. She thought she was being so nonchalant about it too, but Rafayel isn’t crazy, it wasn’t his imagination playing tricks on him. When he asked her what she was doing she said she was making a list of groceries. Rafayel obviously wasn’t dumb enough to buy that because she wasn’t even typing.
Maybe she was reading someone’s messages? was all Rafayel could think of that sleepless night.
There was that other time, a week ago, when he went to visit her unannounced just because he felt like it and was around the area (not really). He had to wait for her to open the door for two minutes! He knew she was home—the lights were on—but she still made him wait outside the door to her apartment. When she finally let him in, she said, “Oh, sorry, I was making a smoothie when the blender’s lid malfunctioned and the contents were all over my shirt, so I had to change into something else.”
Sounds valid but here’s the catch. When he went to the kitchen it was perfectly clean and the blender was full. It didn’t look like even a drop of its contents was spilled. Weird.
Also, she didn’t let him go anywhere near her bedroom. It’s not like they usually have a habit of hanging around there when her living room is way cozier and much more spacious. It was still weird…
Today is the day he puts an end to all of this. He can no longer live like this. If there’s something she doesn’t want him to know about so as not to hurt him, he needs to know what it is because staying in the dark hurts him even more. He’s starting to second-guess every single interaction they are having these days.
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It wouldn’t be a lie to say that these past few weeks have been a lot: with all the wanderer fighting you had to combine with spending time with Rafayel as well as working on your secret project. Still, you’re proud of yourself for putting your mind to doing this. And it’s going pretty well if anyone asks you; you were expecting it to turn out way worse.
It’s been a while since the thought first came to your head. It happened when you were finally able to convince Rafayel to show you his true form: tail, scales, and all. He was absolutely mesmerizing, it felt as if you were witnessing the eighth wonder of the world. Quite frankly, you were stunned and unable to find words for a good minute. His tail was such a beautiful rich shade of blue and sparkling with droplets of water that it felt downright criminal he was keeping it a secret for so long. Still unable to voice anything coherent you ran your hand down the scales in wonder.
“Do you think I’m a monster now?” he asked when the silence stretched for too long, with a level of uncertainty that broke your heart.
A monster? You couldn’t believe your ears weren’t deceiving you.
“Rafayel, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” you said with no hesitation.
This silly man, you thought to yourself. He has no idea how truly amazing he is inside and out in any and all his forms.
You had to show him just how stunning and gorgeous he was. And just like that your mission under the code name “Artist Turned Muse” began.
Then came his drawing lessons…
You asked Rafayel to teach you because of an assignment for a work-related event that you totally didn’t make up. It was all a lie, of course. However, you soon found those lessons to be counterproductive and your teacher quite distracting. So, you had to find some other way to make it work.
A friend of yours who frequents all kinds of workshops has been recommending to you quite a few of them for a while now. When she started listing them all, one of them hit close to home.
“That’s it!” you exclaimed, then hummed to yourself. Paper mache was something you could work with; you were pretty good when it came to working with your hands. Though, it’s been a while since the last time you did anything of the sorts, so you were probably really rusty. That’s why you decided to go to that workshop your friend suggested.
Fast-forward four weeks later, you’re very close to finish and the mini merman Rafayel seems quite close to how the real one looked. You’ve spent quite some time on research, buying materials, and crafting and painting, of course. Additionally, you somehow managed to keep it all a secret from Rafayel, which, truth be told, was the most difficult part of this but you really wanted to make it a surprise.
One day he even showed up at your place uninvited; your hands and clothes were all covered in glue and you had to change and wash up as fast as you could. When he dramatically asked why it took you forever to let him in, you made up an excuse—the first thing that came to your mind—Rafayel seemed to believe it though, because no additional questions came.
Now you’re looking at your creation, it’s almost done, only some finishing touches left. You trace the prominent fleshed out scales of the tail with your fingers. It probably needs some glitter, though using the glue gun to make beads reminiscent of water droplets was a great idea. The goofy little smile you drew on mini Raf’s face makes you huff out a laugh.
That’s when you hear the door to your apartment open. Right away you jump off the chair you were sitting on. There are only two options here: either someone’s breaking in to rob you, or it’s Rafayel who has keys to your apartment, and at this moment you’re not sure which one is worse.
In case it’s really a robbery—which is highly unlikely given that it’s still daytime—you pick up your gun before stepping out of your bedroom. Seeing Rafayel with his hands crossed across his chest in the middle of your living room, you exhale closing the door behind you and putting your gun aside.
“Hello? What happened to knocking?” you try to lighten up the mood with a joke but Rafayel is still frowning for some reason.
Rafayel heaves a deep sigh and says, “I know you’ve been lying to me for weeks. And I know what you’ve been doing behind my back.”
Oh-oh. How did he even find out? That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is he’s upset, like, really, really upset. You weren’t expecting him to take it this badly, though.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t really mean to lie to you…” you say looking at your feet guiltily. Man, surprises are truly exhausting, you’ve spent so much time and effort to keep it a secret and now you’re being reprimanded like a kid for it.
“But you did. I hate it when you lie to me, I’d take a knife in the heart over a lie to my face any day,” Rafayel sounds serious, like never before.
He’s being a bit too dramatic considering the circumstances, in your opinion, however it is true that he’s very sensitive, so it hurts to hear him this vulnerable. “I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone behind your back.”
Somehow, Rafayel looks even more hurt after those words leave your mouth. “So, you weren’t even considering the option of not doing it in the first place?” He looks like a puppy that’s been repeatedly kicked in the gut and you’re starting to regret every life choice that has led you to this point. This little project of yours was supposed to empower him and make him feel accepted and loved by you but he just looks like he’s witnessed the biggest betrayal of all.
“I—I didn’t think you’d be so against it, to be honest.” The guilt is swallowing you whole at this point; you just want to hide your head in the sand.
“Why—how could you think I wouldn’t be against such a thing? I mean, I probably could deal with it but at the very least you should’ve said something to me beforehand!” And he’s angry again, huffing and puffing. His cheeks are flushed and you’d say he looks cute if not for the hurt etched into every inch of his face.
“Can we at least talk about it honestly now?” he sounds resigned. “Can you tell me the whole thing from the start?”
“Okay,” you nod and finally get closer to him sitting on the sofa beside him, so that you’re face to face. “I first thought about doing this when you showed me your tail,” you start and hear Rafayel’s breath hitch. He looks teary-eyed—though not a single tear falls—and more vulnerable than ever. Oh God, you knew he was very self-conscious and insecure about his lemurian form, you should’ve never tried anything like making a replica of it. “I’m sorry, Rafayel, I should’ve asked you if you were comfortable with me doing anything like this, it was stupid.” Considering how much of a touchy subject Lemuria is for him and how for centuries humans have been using lemurians for all sorts of purposes.
“So, you decided to find someone else because I’m not human?”
What?
No, that’s not right.
“WHAT?” That’s more like it. You sound absolutely appalled at the idea. How—where did this even come from—
Oh.
Oh.
Oh no, this is a disaster. A complete disaster.
“Rafayel, please tell me what exactly you thought I was lying to you about?”
He still looks distraught as he tries to say, “That you were…” inhale, pause, exhale, “seeing someone else?” his voice uncertain now.
Oh hell no.
“Of course, I wasn’t,” you say as you cup Rafayel’s cheeks. He looks into your eyes and your heart breaks all over again. This silly man thought you were cheating on him and still didn’t say a word until today? And he said he could “deal with it” if you warned him about it? Oh, you need to put an end to this right now.
You don’t even care that the figurine isn’t quite finished yet, you take Rafayel’s hand and lead him into your room. “Ta-da,” you jokingly half whisper, motioning your hand towards the mess that is your desk and workspace in general. The mini Rafayel proudly laying in the middle of it all.
“What’s this…” Rafayel looks around the room, probably still expecting another man to jump out of the closet.
“I was making a paper mache figurine of you, you silly man! There was no other man I was seeing,” you say reassuringly and then add a little sly remark, “Well, if you don’t count this little fishie as one.”
And finally, there’s a glimmer of life in Rafayel’s eyes. “So, you’re not having an affair?”
“Of course, I’m not,” you say one more time, squeezing his hand tighter.
“Thank goodness!” Rafayel exclaims, scoops you up and spins you around, a yelp of surprise escaping your mouth.
“How could you even think I’d be interested in anyone else when I have you?” Your head spins a bit and you can’t stop a little giggle from coming out because, honestly, this whole interaction and misunderstanding is ridiculous. “I don’t need nor do I want any other man when I already have the one I love,” is what you choose to say instead of mocking him. (Though you absolutely will tease him relentlessly and will never let him live this down)
“Yeah, I know…” he says, avoiding your gaze. But does he really?
“I love you, Rafayel.”
“I know,” he repeats.
“No, you don’t. I love you. I am in love with every version of you, in every way, shape, and form you come,” you say because he needs to hear this. “I love you yet I feel like that word can’t even come close to what I feel towards you. It’s so, so much bigger than what words could convey. Please don’t ever doubt that.” You peck his lips to emphasize your point.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” he says but he doesn’t look guilty, in fact, he finally looks like himself, grinning from ear to ear and pecking you in return.
“Don’t be,” you reply. “But…”
“But?” Rafayel lifts one of his brows up.
“Don’t you wanna say something in return?” you teasingly drawl the last word.
Rafayel smirks and clears his throat before saying, “Oh? What could that possibly be?”
“I don’t know, maybe something that would correspond with what I said to you earlier?” Your fingers creep up his arm to his shoulder and then flick his nose.
“Ooooh, you mean that,” he articulates exaggeratedly. “Yeah, sure, cutie. I love me, too.”
You playfully slap his arm and pinch it hard.
“Ouch! That hurt!” he exclaims but that doesn’t deter you. You keep pinching him, then start tickling him all over his body, as he falls onto your bed and wheezes. “Okay, fine, I yield!” A pause. “I love you, too.” He’s holding both your hands by the wrists, so you can’t keep tickling him. Then his breathy laughs stop, his eyes growing softer, more sincere. “I have loved you my whole life. And not just this one. I’ve loved you in every lifetime before this one and I will keep doing so in every following one.”
Now it’s your turn to hold your breath. Sometimes he just says the corniest, cheesiest, most romantic things in the world out of the blue and you’re just left there to pick up the million pieces it shatters you into.
You’re fiercely blushing, so you clear your throat and try to joke your way out of this. “Can you maybe pretend to forget about the mini fishie over there until I finish working on it?”
Rafayel laughs out loud and kisses your forehead. “No problem, cutie. Sorry I ruined your surprise,” he says. “But you should probably stop ever trying to lie again, you really suck at it.”
caleb u should listen to your true feelings >u<!!btw the blobs truly so cute hehe
ROTTEN
Fandom: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) Category: F/M Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Main Character/Xia Yizhou | Caleb; Xia Yizhou | Caleb/You Tags: One Shot, Angst, Self-Harm, Phantom Limb Pain, POV Third Person
Summary: What if Caleb wasn't being entirely honest in Painful Signal? What if he was experiencing phantom limb pain on a regular basis after losing his arm? (Set some time after Painful Signal)
A/N: disclaimers: - tw: self-harm - english isn’t my first language so if something seems wrong or doesn’t make sense that’s probably the reason - i am no expert in phantom limb pain, i just read an article, so like…i’m not a doctor and all my limbs are currently intact, so i am not sure what it actually feels like to experience such a thing
you can read the fic here or go to ao3 (hyperlink in the title)
Over the years, Caleb had found his ways of coping with shit the universe threw his way. Sure, they might not have been exactly healthy but to be completely honest, his own well-being was never really something he’d taken into consideration.
She would always reprimand him about his chapped lips or nails bitten to the quick. He’d tried quitting for her sake but that never really worked. Then came the a little too hot showers he took. The skin of his back would get red and itchy, the burning would feel good, though. Distracting enough to just forget…even if just for a moment.
Forget the blank stare she’d give him. Forget all those moments he had to tell himself it would be okay, that she would come back eventually, just like she always did. She wouldn’t remember him; she’d look at him with zero recognition in her eyes but that was fine by him. As long as she came back, he’d reintroduce himself to her over and over again for all eternity if that was what it came to.
Caleb couldn’t deny the irony of the Toring Chip being implanted in his brain, mocking him, laughing in his face as if saying “Weren’t you look for a way to forget? Why are you backing off all of a sudden?”
He’d wanted to forget all the pain she’d gone through, all the ways in which he couldn’t help her back then, was never able to save her. He would’ve been glad to forget about all her suffering, just as she did. But not her…never her. He would cherish the memory of her forever.
When Caleb first came to after the explosion, he didn’t even notice anything was amiss, apart from the fact that he was once again surrounded by white lab coats. They made him sick but he gave no sign of it.
It took some getting used to the new modified mechanical arm. In his life Caleb had considered quite a few scenarios of him becoming disabled due to his chosen field of work. He’d even considered and made his peace with the possibility of one day not making it back home to her after that one dreadful flight in the Aerospace Academy. He had to look up quite a few articles on all sorts of disorders considering how bad his dissociative amnesia got afterwards. But for some reason he’d never researched what losing a limb might feel like. He’d assumed it would just be like having a void where a limb used to be; he’d never taken phantom pain into consideration.
When confronted by her, he said “I barely feel any pain unless it’s under repair.” And even though it was true—the electric shocks going through his body while the arm was under repair were quite painful—he didn’t want her to worry, so he decided not to tell her the whole truth.
For the most part he’d learnt to ignore the phantom pain, he’d tune it out, leaving it somewhere in the background. It’s not as if he’d never dealt with pain before. But other times he’d jolt awake and not be able to go back to sleep for the rest of the night. Sometimes he’d just stare into a mirror for a while in an attempt to make his brain somehow understand and accept the fact that his arm was no more.
It felt like some new intricate type of torture if he was being completely honest. Feeling the pain but not his arm, it was maddening. He’d picked up the habit of scrabbing the area surrounding the mechanical arm—where the seam of it met his torso—red while showering, and subconsciously scratching it whenever he was stressed and felt a phantom pain spike.
Sometimes it felt as if there was an infesting rot under the surface of the mechanical arm, it was burning and throbbing threatening to spread through his whole body. Caleb couldn’t help but think if the rot was eating away at him, if one day he’d wake up to being rotten to the core—nothing human left of him, just some machine with no thoughts, feelings, or emotions of his own. No flesh left to sense her with, just metal and wires.
He’d still love her somehow. Even if only just a fraction of his consciousness was left, he’d find a way to hold on to her, cling to the idea of her.
For the time being, Caleb tried not to think of those things. He had to protect her whatever it took, whatever the price may be.
One day she caught him, though. He was careless; he got lost in his thoughts staring into space in his bedroom. He just got out of shower and didn’t put a shirt on yet.
“What are you doing?” her voice came from the door. “I knocked but you didn’t answer…”
How deep did he have to sink into it all to not even notice? He’d huff out a bitter chuckle if there was any strength left in him to do that.
“What happened to your shoulder?” worry palpable in her voice. Great. She was moving closer, not waiting for his permission to enter the room now that she saw the crime scene because of course she wouldn’t. Caleb tried to cover it up by putting his shirt on. He wasn’t fast enough, though. She caught him red handed. “Caleb?” her beautiful voice laced with worry once again because of him, it made his stomach turn.
“It’s nothing.” He tried but she was already inspecting the reddish area.
She gave him one of those angry frowns she was really good at. “You big dummy,” she said pushing him to sit back down on his bed. “Don’t move.” Then she left the room.
Caleb wasn’t about to disobey her; she’d be even more mad and something was telling him he was in big enough trouble already.
When she came back, it was with a first-aid kit in her hand. She didn’t say a word though, silently getting to work, disinfecting the raw skin around the mechanical arm and gently blowing on it even though Caleb gave no indication of it burning. He never would in front of her. She was probably aware of that, too.
A few minutes later Caleb found himself bandaged and she was looking at him with such intense that he couldn’t bear it, so he glanced away in an attempt to avoid eye contact. Her endeavor to see through him fruitless, she decided to ask him, “Where does it hurt?”
Of course, she realized it wasn’t a question of whether or not it hurt but of where exactly it hurt. Sometimes Caleb hated the way she knew him so well.
He pressed his lips into a thin line and loudly exhaled through his nose, still not looking at her. She wouldn’t have it obviously, so her hands came to his cheeks to hold his head up. There was hurt in her eyes and the knowledge of being the one to put it there broke him.
“I—” he tried; his voice raspy. “I’m sorry,” was all he could say, once again feeling like he was failing her. The rot bubbling up under the metal, gradually trying to overcome him.
“What are you sorry for?” she asked, tenderly caressing his cheeks with her fingers. “Please tell me.”
“I lied.” Her expression became confused but she stayed silent giving him time to elaborate. “It hurts all the time,” Caleb’s voice broke, his vision blurry and he knew what that meant, so he had to push the lump in his throat down and will the tears back. They had no place here.
She leaned into him, pressing her forehead onto his own, the tiny bit of pressure grounding for Caleb. Then he felt one of her hands go down from his face to his neck, to his clavicle, to his bandaged shoulder then down the mechanical arm. Caleb could swear he was able to feel the lightness, the warmth of her touch, the gentle way her fingers ran over the metal. It wasn’t true but he could still feel it, a breathy exhale falling from his lips.
When she drew back, he was barely able to hold in a whimper. Don’t go, please. Don’t leave me, he wanted to beg. But she wasn’t going anywhere. She got on her knees beside his right arm and took his mechanical hand into her own. The metal most certainly way colder than her flesh and blood palm.
Looking him straight in the eye, she pulled his hand towards her mouth and left a light kiss on one of the fingers. Caleb’s breath hitched and he was ready to burst into tears right then and there. The softness of her gaze—not leaving his even for a moment—combined with the little kisses she was peppering onto the metal surface made his heart swell with love for her. There was not a single thought of rot left in head. How could there be any? When she was touching him so gently, with such careful attention, as if he was something worth cherishing even with a cold piece of metal instead of an arm.
Her lips gradually made their way up his forearm, making sure to meticulously leave kisses everywhere she could. Finally, she got to the seam of the metal and pressed her lips onto the bandages before moving to the exposed skin of his torso and neck. Caleb’s breath—an erratic chaos by that point—got caught in his throat, as he felt hot air from her mouth hit his jugular.
He moved his hands to her back to press her body as close as possible to his own, slotting their mouths together, stealing the whimper of surprise off her lips. The kiss messy but short. His left hand came up to cup her cheek.
She was looking at him with her brows furrowed. “Don’t ever lie to me again,” she said with a light hit to his chest. “If you’re hurting, I’ll be right there with you, hurting by your side.”
“I don’t want you to hurt,” was all Caleb could master in response.
She looked at him with pity. “I’ll hurt anyway. Even more so if you hide your pain from me for my sake.”
And it sounded so familiar. Caleb huffed out a bitter laugh, realizing she was just like him at the end of the day. Even thinking and feeling about him the same way he did for her.
“Okay then,” Caleb said. “We’ll hurt together.”
“Deal,” she replied and took both his hands into hers intertwining their fingers.
aaa I finally figured out how to decorate sylus's birthday cake!!(≧▽≦) Thanks to dimpledunce's tutorial on tiktok of course.(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
Ugh he'll make me cry someday, such a loverboy 🥹🥹🥹
Rafayel, please don't disappear on me, you cannot do that 💔
(I mean...
THE PARALLEL. I can't unsee it 🫣💜🍎🍷)
to those who got scared with Caleb’s behavior, you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me ( jumin han )
Hunger (and midnight conversations)
Caleb 'the Prankster' Pt 1/?
Who is unable to keep their hands still for 2 seconds.
I need this man squeezing me (uncensored version on Twitter @cheeselucky3)
I think Caleb is the type of guy who likes being trapped between your thighs, especially if you crush him.
Also today i wake up and the mini comic from yesterday just became viral lol
I think Caleb would be a bit overstimulated after making out for the first time with mc (lil comic that i made from that tiktok trend c:)
Here a Caleb WIP, It will be uncensored on my Twitter/X @cheeselucky3
lads boys with pets
(Sylus cats are stray cats that he adopted from the 109 zo area)
El de Caleb todavía está en proceso, espero tenerlo pronto pero la universidad me está matando.
I just pop in to leave this here because he gave me baby fever 🫡
I hope you like this art! I really like the Plot of childhood friends ending up together when they grown up and I love them both, so I made this little drawing with my MC and Caleb because I love them 😭🩷
I just pop in to leave this here because he gave me baby fever 🫡
I hope you like this art! I really like the Plot of childhood friends ending up together when they grown up and I love them both, so I made this little drawing with my MC and Caleb because I love them 😭🩷
Oh my Love
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Domestic shorts with the boys on Christmas Eve
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Sylus
The Onychinus leader rarely indulged in domesticity, but tonight was different. His usually sharp demeanor softened as he stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, assisting you with a clumsy attempt at baking cookies.
“Sylus,” you teased, smirking as he managed to get flour on his face. “You’re supposed to mix it, not attack it.”
His amber eyes narrowed playfully. “If your instructions weren’t as vague as your bedtime stories, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
You chuckled, stepping closer to wipe the flour off his cheek. His hand caught yours, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his. “I’m not much for holidays,” he murmured, his voice low. “But if they’re with you…” His lips ghosted over yours, making your heart flutter.
Later, you sat in front of a modest tree, wrapped in his arms as the fire crackled. His fingertips traced lazy patterns on your skin, and for once, the galaxy’s troubles felt light-years away.
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Xavier
Xavier's refined taste transformed your living room into a winter wonderland. Twinkling lights, elegant garlands, and the perfect tree stood as his handiwork. “It’s beautiful,” you said, admiring his work.
“It pales in comparison to you,” Xavier replied, his silver hair catching the soft glow of the lights. He handed you a mug of hot cocoa and guided you to the couch.
You spent the evening wrapped in his arms, his soothing voice reading a classic Christmas story as snow fell outside. Every word felt like a melody, his love evident in every glance he gave you.
When the story ended, he tilted your chin up and kissed you, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. “Merry Christmas, my love,” he whispered, his smile as soft as the snowfall.
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Rafayel
Rafayel’s laugh echoed through the cabin as you threw another snowball his way. “You think you can take me down?” he teased, dodging with ease.
“Maybe!” you shot back, managing to land a hit on his chest. He feigned hurt, clutching his heart dramatically before rushing toward you.
Before you could escape, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, spinning you in a circle. You squealed, laughing as he fell back into the snow with you in tow.
Lying beside each other, gazing at the stars, Rafayel brushed a strand of hair from your face. “You make even the coldest nights warm,” he murmured. His lips found yours, the kiss both playful and tender.
Later, back inside, you sipped mulled wine by the fire, wrapped in a blanket with him. The mischievous glint in his eyes softened into something deeper as he held you close.
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Zayne
Zayne was surprisingly skilled at decorating, meticulously placing ornaments on the tree. “You’re such a perfectionist,” you teased, watching as he adjusted a bow for the third time.
“Details matter,” he replied, smirking. “Besides, I want this to be perfect for you.”
Once the tree was finished, he dimmed the lights, letting the soft glow of the decorations take center stage. He pulled you to the couch, where a cozy blanket and a platter of your favorite snacks awaited.
You leaned against him, feeling his steady heartbeat as a holiday movie played in the background. “I never thought I’d enjoy something this... domestic,” he admitted, his voice soft.
You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. “Guess I’m rubbing off on you.”
He chuckled, brushing his lips against your temple. “Merry Christmas, my heart,” he said, pulling you closer. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of his love.
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☆ COD
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Caleb's world stopped only twice. The first time was when he died and the second, when you grew up and forgot about him. At twelve years, you stopped being able to communicate with him. He didn't understand why or how that happened. He wasn't just an imaginary friend like you thought. He was an actual ghost. You should be able to talk and see if him if you already did. Why did it have to stop now?. When you were getting closer?. Just when you were about to be a teenager and might need him the most.
Despite his initial hurt and confusion, he still stayed by your side everyday. He couldn't help but hope that you'd one day be able to see him. For things to go back to how they used to be. For your eyes to really see him and your warm smiles to be directed at him. For you to need him for being him once more.
Caleb who watched you grow into a teenager. Oh, how fast the time changes. Even though you couldn't see him or need him anymore. He still stuck to you like a shadow. Watching you,observing you during your daily life. He learned everything he could about you. Your new little quirks, habits, hobbies and the things you liked and didn't. His little pipsqueak was growing really well but he couldn't help the sadness that he felt for not being part of your growing little world anymore. He grew up silently by your side the realms of the unseen. A teenage ghost boy who lived with you and became like an older brother you needed.
Forgot your lunch or some of your books? He always made sure to pack it into your bag. Cleaning up your messy room and arranging the disorganized stuff when you were away or out.
He always made sure the fridge and the pantry had the snacks and the food supplies you needed. You always thought it was your parents who bought them so you never wondered about it. You fell asleep on the couch?. You'd find yourself waking up in bed the next morning. Couldn't find something you were looking for?. He used his abilities to bring the item out for you and you'd find it again the next moment you checked. You could've sworn it wasn't there before though but oh, well.
Caleb who felt proud that you studied hard but always wished you took it easy on yourself. You were always hard on yourself. Your perfectionist tendencies making you want to do your best but you also beat yourself up when you failed at something or did a mistake. Your overthinking mind haunting quite often and he wished you wouldn't do so too much.
He got worried when he started noticing how you sometimes didn't take care of yourself. You skipped meals, didn't sleep well enough or drink enough water. You either slept too much or too little, staying up late and being tired in the morning. You locked yourself up and stayed in your room longer, bed rotting whenever you could. He noticed your mood swings and your depression and anxiety you tried to cope with and conceal. He got angry when your parents called you lazy and scolded or said unkind words to you instead of supporting or trying to understand you and his heart ached when he watched how your mood worsened or how you silently cried about it. When he followed you outside, he noticed your social anxiety. By now, he could read you like an open book. Knowing how you felt even when you said nothing and could easily read your unspoken words.
Caleb scared off the first guy you brought home behind your parent's back. The boy avoided you or coming to your house after. Pretty sure, he thought your house was haunted. Well, he wasn't wrong either. He didn't like it when other guys tried to get too close. He made it his mission to get rid of the trashy boys and fish out fake friends around you and succeeded. He was relieved when you made a few genuine friends who supported you though. At least they'd be more helpful than his invisible self who couldn't do much for you.
Ghost Caleb. Who couldn't help but notice how his attraction for you also grew as years passed and so did ache in his chest. How beautiful you'd grown to become and how other boys saw it too. If you could hear some of the things they whispered and talked about. Though some things he heard made him want to rip out the tongue of some of them and blind them for life. Such scum were not allowed within your circle or radius any day.
Caleb who one day walked through your walls to check up on you as usual, you had been your room for hours and he was shocked to walked in on you changing. You were in nothing but your underwear as you searched through the closet, singing the song you were playing aloud with your phone, oblivious to him as usual. He suddenly found time slowing down, his eyes taking in your exposed skin and body with wide eyes before he quickly teleported out. His face and ears flushed and heart hammering in his chest as he run his hand through his hair "Goddamn it, pipsqueak"
Ghost Caleb. Who couldn't help it when his gaze lingered on your curves, falling in love with you silently as he stayed by your side. He craved the warmth of your body and your touch. Who missed you with every passing day. Even though you were always with him. Or rather- He was always with you. He missed you laughing and talking with him directly. He missed how you mentioned his name so warmly and held him close when you needed it. His world had become lonely. He became an unknown boy in your fast paced world. A boy who lost the person who made his bland life a little warmer and brighter. Why couldn't you see him?. Couldn't you see how much he needed you?. How much he ached for you?
Ghost Caleb who comforted you on your bad days and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you cried on the bedroom or bathroom floor, in bed silently at night . You couldn't hear him or feel him but at least he could do this much for you. He hoped his care for you would at least be felt even if he was invisible. He was like the voice in your head that whispered the encouraging words, the little gentle voice that helped you look on the positive side, to remind you that you weren't alone and pick yourself back up after breaking down and shedding tears. His heart ached when he noticed how your smile didn't reach your eyes sometimes, how you skillfully hid your pain behind a mask. How you easily hid your vulnerabilities from those around you.
Ghost Caleb. Who liked to touch you or hold you whenever he could. The only sign of you feeling his touch was the sudden shiver that run through your body and the sudden goosebumps on your skin. He cuddles with you and held you every time you slept, craving the warmth only you could give him.
Ghost Caleb who watched you with jealousy as you began dating stupid boys in highschool. He felt jealous of the pathetic boys you had a crush on or dated. They never deserved you or were never worthy of you. He did his best to ruin your dates at the beginning or when you brought them home. Sometimes he succeeded, other times what he did indirectly made you and those boys get closer. He couldn't help but feel euphoric when you broke up with them, but then felt guilty when he saw how crushed you become and hated how much you cried for them. He wanted to ruin the horrible exes that made you cry and toss you aside. Those trash who cheated or played with your feelings. He followed you when you often went outside. Giving death glares to men who catcalled you on the streets. Playing tricks on boys who tried to approach you to stop them from coming near you. He'd make their pants fall down their feet, trip them when they approached, tie their shoelaces together and anything amusing he could think of. The more embarrassing, the better. And he mischievously enjoyed messing with them. He felt even better when such times could earn a laugh from you or when talked about those amusing incidents with your friends.
Part 2.!! Thanks for likes of the first part. This is my first time writing a ff here or sharing but I'll do my best. Feedback, re blogs and comments are appreciated. Thanks for reading and enjoy.
Ghost Caleb . Who started as your imaginary friend since childhood. Someone who you could talk to as a lonely child. You're too shy to make friends and mostly isolated yourself from the other kids, preferring to enjoy your own company. You could tell him anything at all and play pretend with him all the time. He was always happy to go along with your plans. He was always fun to be with. Always finding new ways to make everyday an adventure or at least interesting for you.
Ghost Caleb. Who was always by your side and let you cuddle with him and give you hugs when you needed it. He would bring you snacks and always made sure you were fed and rested well. Where did he get them?. It was his little secret. He also helped you with your homework when you needed help. Teaching you things you didn't understand and ruffling your hair as he complimented or praised your intelligence and encouraged you. He was like an older brother you never had. A little annoying but nonetheless endearing.
Ghost Caleb. Who made much of your childhood fun as he could and protected you. Taking care of you when your parents or care takers neglected you. He got mad at them when they lashed out at you during their bad days or were harsh to you. Using his ghostly powers to move or break things to startle or scare them back. Your parents couldn't see him or hear him and that's exactly why they should be scared of him.
Ghost Caleb. Who liked to read with you and sing lullabies to you and hold you close when you couldn't sleep or had a nightmare. He would whisper sweet nothings into your ear and gently stroke your hair and tuck you back in bed , staying with you as you held onto him with your little hands till you fell asleep.
Ghost Caleb. Who was always protective of you. Scolded you when you carelessly got yourself hurt but would help you afterwards, sticking bandages to your wounds as you sniffled or cried, sulked or even if you stubbornly said you were fine. He always took care of you when were sick or hurt. He couldn't let you be on your own when you were so clumsy.
Ghost Caleb. Who went to teach a few middle school kids a lesson for daring to bully his little pipsqueak. Only he got to tease you. How dare they make you cry and feel bad about yourself?. The next week, you arrived at school, feeling dread only to find that said kids were avoiding you and keeping a distance and couldn't even make eye contact with you. Hell, two of them even apologized to you later. You still could never figure out why. Well, at least they left you alone.
Ghost Caleb. Who you took as your imaginary friend began to feel a little neglected, lonely and possessive when he noticed you began to hang out with other kids more and even bringing them home for sleepovers. You went to their house to hangout and you called them your best friend. Wasn't he enough?. Why would you need those boring kids for? . He thought he was your best friend. He always made sure to follow you and your little new friends from a distance. Just to make sure you were okay and that you were actually having fun. He couldn't help but feel the slight ache in his chest when he sees that warm smile of yours that only shared with him.
Ghost Caleb. Who tried to get your attention and ask you to hangout with him whenever you were on your phone too much or were watching too much TV. "You're gonna get brain rot from being on that phone too much, pipsqueak. Come on... There's something I want to show you outside " he said when he snatched your phone away. You'd protest but follow him anyway. Sometimes you did have more fun with him than playing those video games all day. But don't tell him that or his ego would pop.
Ghost Caleb. Who noticed how fast you were growing. Feeling like a proud parent and older sibling. He also noticed that you having some problems seeing him or hearing him when he tried to get your attention. You spent more time with your friends, on the phone, doing other things that you liked. Did you not want to hangout with him anymore?. Were you ignoring him now that you didn't need him ? Or did he upset you about something ?. He didn't know but he couldn't help but still stay by your side as usual.
Ghost Caleb, whose heart shattered when he one day realized that you couldn't see him or hear him anymore for some reason. Was it because you were growing up?. Was it because his purpose for you had been served?. You only talked about him in passing when you mentioned having an imaginary friend as a kid but you couldn't recall much about how he looked like. Just a blurry face in your mind, you said.
Ghost Caleb, who went back being what he was before. Nothing but a ghost. A lost soul. Unheard, unseen and untouchable. The world changing and passing him by while he was stuck. Stuck in the same realm of ever unchanging, unseen realm. He still stayed by your side. He couldn't help it. It was all he could do as he watched you grow up and forget him. Shoved away, like the drawings you drew of both of you in the attic.
The lad boys as ghosts would be interesting. So far, I haven't seen ffs on it. Had the idea so I wrote it. Wanna write for the others too. Do I do part 2 for this?. My dead writing soul has awoken from the abyss cuz of this new fandom. Lol.
He's so sweet... 😭 call with Sylus AI ~ (turn on the subtitles)
EVERYONE HEAR ME OUT!! Sylus can sing but pretends not to. Because Sylus being able to sing as canon is the hill I'll die on and my Roman empire. I just need to talk about it okay??
He can sing well but often jokingly says he can't. Of course, no one expects the cold boss of N019 zone to be able to. Not even the twins. Lol. They heard him do it out of tune for fun and assumed he couldn't. Of course, he's not gonna prove their assumptions wrong. He'd just go along with it. Never taking it personally as usual. He doesn't mind.
Sylus would only sing for someone he's really, really comfortable with. Only someone who could easily break down his walls. Which is MC or reader. Or his kids. *cough**cough*
So imagine the shock and surprise you felt when you heard his real voice. When you begged him to sing for you on a bad day to cheer you up. He reluctantly gave in. Of course, how could he say no to you with you looking at him with those adorable eyes so pleadingly?. He'd do anything to make you feel better.
And when he's done. Your jaw is touching the floor. Did you fall in love with him all over again?. Absolutely. Probably cry a little?. Maybe so. How couldn't you when he was holding you close and his deep yet tender voice sounded like balm on a wound and a hug, a gentle kiss on your aching heart that made you forget your problems?.
And now you feel like you've been bamboozled. How did you not know earlier?. Why did he not tell you?. Ahh! Sylus! How could you keep this sweet secret from your lover? Was he shy about it or what?. He can't expect you now to not want to hear more of that heavenly voice again. He's gonna be that dad that sings to your children. Period.
Now fast forward, MC now shares her favorite songs with him, sharing playlists with him, tryna drag him to karaoke with her, letting him sing for her more often. Lullabies as she's laying in his lap when they're alone? Yes. Recording his voice to listen to later when he's not around? Yes. You just can't get enough of it. And what makes it better is that only you know his little secret. Hehe.
And Sylus, he does it all for you. Going along with your every little requests. Albeit reluctantly or acting like he doesn't want to but does it anyway. Internally, he's happy you're enjoying this. Of course, he's happy when you are. Seeing you giggle and smile widely everytime he sings for you, how your attention locks on him with your eyes sparklingly full of tenderness and affection everytime he serenades you one of your favorite songs just does something to him. Well, there are some songs he can't quite replicate the exact pitch but he makes it up with his own voice. Doing his best to be close enough. But when he can't, he'd just pick another song. He mostly sings ones he knows he can handle. Simple, nothing too complicated.
He listens to your music, secretly learning how to sing some of your favorite songs to surprise you later. Or for whenever you're ready again to drag him off for your secret concert.
Credits to the YouTube creators. Just got an idea for a scenario and wanted to share.