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If a dog is “all bark, no bite,” does that mean a cat is “all meow, no ow”?

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Dear Infold, can the next LADS ML have dark, curly hair? Asking for a friend

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Wanting to be bathed in sunlight, the fuzzy, almost oppressive kind of a high-summer afternoon, the kind that persuades you to take a midday nap. That’s what Caleb’s love feels like.

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Spoiler for the birthday card: I think MC got to see Caleb in his “birthday suit” 😏

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Gege, is that a birthday candle in your pants or are you just excited to see me?

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Plot twist: grandma Josephine’s ghost gives us the free tickets

yall i might be a dumdum but

who gon give us the free 10 pull on caleb's bday: gideon or liam? i only base it off of raf and sylus' bday this year wherein npcs that are friends and family with the li give us a free 10 pull

anyways, both liam and gideon are only close to caleb when it's convenient for him unlike the other li's that actually have friends and family—i doubt it's liam bc caleb said himself that the fleet only has subordinates, not friends

and if it's gideon i just know how awkward it is to celebrate caleb's bday by sending mc something to celebrate with when gideon and mc were both mourning the year prior

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They’re getting black turtlenecks. I repeat: they’re getting black turtlenecks. This is NOT a drill!

Infold, I neeeeeed to see Caleb in grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt—and don’t you dare nerf the bulge. Or I would settle for a dark turtleneck. Preferably both. I���ll pay blue diamonds idc idc😭

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Infold, I neeeeeed to see Caleb in grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt—and don’t you dare nerf the bulge. Or I would settle for a dark turtleneck. Preferably both. I’ll pay blue diamonds idc idc😭

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Is Caleb a forest because lemme tell you, this man PINES

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Let them cook! Make it happen please I beg

stay with me stay with me. Royal knight Caleb. Princess mc. Jealous Caleb cause all the other LI’s are trying to court mc

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Need this expeditiously!!

whatever i don't care anymore. princess reader x devoted personal knight caleb.

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You know how every time you try to plug in a USB it’s the wrong way, then the wrong way again, then finally the right way?

Yeah, that’s not happening with Mecha Angel Caleb. Idc what attachment he uses, that thing is going into my slot on the first try and it’s not coming out until I hear him whimper in C++.

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Colonel Caleb & Caleb X-02 IN ME IMMEDIATELY. Matter a fact throw in winter soldier caleb as well

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Can MC put magnets on Caleb’s mechanical arm like temporary tattoos?

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til he short circuits, til he needs an iOS update, til his soft drive turns into a hard drive and back again, til I download his DNA

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Caleb is so goddamn smooth with some of his lines. Like, are you sure you didn’t get some practice in with those DAA girls, sir?

On another note, do you think he’s into MC telling him “yes, sir”?

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Thinking about how sensitive Caleb would be.

MC pressing soft kisses across Caleb’s jaw, down his neck and nipping his Adam’s apple. The way it would bob as he swallows nervously, eyes skittering away before his self control snaps.

MC touching him, her fingers soft and tentative until he asks, practically begs, for more. No one’s ever touched him like this and no one else ever will, he’s sure of it. His little whimpers babble out uncontrollably, punctuated by desperate little phrases. “Waited so long.” “So much better than I imagined.” “Please let this be real.”

MC grinding on him after a long day, the relief and pleasure washing over him like warring tides. His hands gripping her hips with what he hopes isn’t too much force, although with his bionic arm, it’s hard to gauge. The secret pride he’d take in knowing his finger prints would be with her when he couldn’t be.

MC putting her mouth on him, fascinated at how it twitches on her tongue. How his head rolls back, jaw slack and eyes scrunched in a silent prayer, his hips jerking reflexively into her warmth and the apology tumbling from his lips in stuttered breaths.