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Hiii!! I saw all the WIPs you shared ughhhh they all sound so good! The way you write Caleb heals me btw :)

I'm most curious about 2 since it's one of your favorite ideas

But also 6 I hope it isn't wishful thinking that it's about an acne breakout 🙏 I know the pain too well I need Caleb to be there for me😭

Hope you're well! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

HIII SWEETIE <33 It warms my heart to hear you say that, it means everything to me!

This is the first time I've shared the idea with anyone, so I'm so grateful you asked. 93%/7% is based off some calebweek prompts that I never got to finish in time. ive never been so emotionally invested in a wip before so it’s taking some time to finish🥹

instead of a scenario of where the chip takes over his brain, caleb is diagnosed with a terminal illness, and he only has 7 months to live. each month is an exploration as to how they battle with grief, love, anger and all the messy emotions that come with living with the inevitable. as each month passes, the percentage increases, signifying the disease taking over (similar to the chip).

it's angsty as hell (im not sorry I love pain) but also very intimate and comforting. caleb and mc have a deep bond and are deeply entangled in each other's lives, so i wanted to explore how they would react when the very thing they love is being threatened 😈

here's one of my favourite lines so far!

“You sat in silence. It was all you could do for now.

Like a chorus transitioning to its bridge, echoing the end of a song, waiting to enter the next phase.

Entangled in each other's arms held together by the quiet strength that carried you through tomorrow, let you love today, and treasure your days before.”

Prompt 6 is about teenager calebmc, where caleb comforts mc over an acne breakout. im imagining what i would've love to have heard when i had horrible cystic acne 🥹 i love writing about their old days, i honestly might start leaning towards this a bit more since it's easier to write for me.

ANYWAYS THANK U FOR ASKING AND LETTING ME RAMBLE (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

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Note: Please —Click Here— to read the request! Thank you for sending this in, baelicious! (I think I’m gonna start calling my anons that. Feels more personal LOLLL) Had a little extra time today and this isn’t too long, so I hope that’s okay. I too have larger bewbies, so I completely understand! I hope you enjoy!

Warning: You talk about how much you dislike your boobs (A little self deprecation, I suppose), Caleb calls you pips, boob grabbing, very, very, veryyyy suggestive and a little dirty talk but no actual smut

Caleb/Reader

You were excited about thirty minutes ago when your large and expensive expedited shipment of clothes was delivered to your front door. Unfortunately though, every single bit of that giddiness went down the drain the moment you put on your first piece of clothing.

As someone with more of a…bustier set of breasts, finding clothes that fit nice and looked good on you felt like winning the lottery ten times over.

That’s how obnoxiously rare it was.

But just for once, you let yourself believe that you found a viable solution to your problems when you stumbled upon this clothing brand’s website two weeks ago. They consistently ensured that potential consumers were well aware of their extensive catalog.

It’s supposed to consist of trendy and stylish designs fit for every body type. Not only were they absolute liars, but you were more than willing to drop a one star in their ratings for the ridiculous false advertisement.

No matter what top or dress you slid up, down, and around your torso, all of them refused to cooperate with your boobs. Either they were too tight around your bust and loose everywhere else, or the neckline poorly supported your cleavage.

“Why did I even bother?” you mumbled to yourself as you finished closing the baby blue blouse that was already straining far too much where your breasts sat in your bra. You were not going to be putting a pin in it to keep it tougher. You absolutely refused.

The buttons in the middle were ready to pop open like you were the damn Hulk.

You couldn’t even find it in yourself to be sad—not even disappointed. At this point, you were fucking annoyed.

Just as you turn to the side in the mirror and can evidently see that anyone would get a clear view of your simple black bra—because good luck if you found one you deemed sexy or attractive—through the opening that should be laying flat against you, your boyfriend walks into your shared bedroom.

Caleb whistles flirtatiously as he walks towards you, biting his bottom lip while his eyes look you up and down.

“Don’t even,” you shake your head with a frown. Floored by the way you disregard his obvious and sincere wordless compliment, he tilts his head to the side and stares into your eyes from behind you in the mirror.

“You do know that I’m still going to, right? Because,” he’s pressed against you now, putting his hands on your waist and forcing a smile from you when he kisses your neck. “you should always know how good you look and as your boyfriend, it’s my job to fulfill that duty to its utmost potential.”

“Babe, this doesn’t even look good on me for you to try and act like it’s remotely presentable,” you whine.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. I will bend you over in front of this mirror and fuck you until it gets foggy if I have to.

“Caleb!” you chuckle with embarrassment, feeling the warmth immediately flood your cheeks. No matter how long you’ve been with this man, you would never get used to how easily he utilized his free will. He’ll tell it how he wants to, and couldn’t care less if anyone thought otherwise.

“Tell me what you don’t like, pips. Clearly, I can’t find the problem.”

“My freakin’ boobs,” you groan, looking at him gawk at his favorite twins on the planet in the full body mirror. “None of the clothes fit how I want them to and it’s because my tits are too damn big!”

“These are the one you were looking forward to?”

“Mhm.” Your lips purse in a pout. “Now I have to return them.”

“Or…not.” His hands reach in front of you and you eye his fingers as they start to undo the buttons slowly.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure my girls are okay after the way you’ve talked down on them.”

“And what about your main girl?” you tease.

“I’ll take care of all of you at the same time, don’t worry.”

You press your lips together in anticipation when he slides the top down your shoulders, your back instinctively arching when his warm fingertips graze your back in their efforts to undo your bra. Being the experienced individual he is, it feels like only milliseconds before you’re standing in nothing but your panties.

A soft moan falls from your lips when his large and rough yet gentle hands, take hold of your supple mounds, squeezing them and grazing your nipples lovingly.

He presses kisses agasint your skin the more he feels the soft globes in his palms, relishing in their weight.

“You know what I like to do to these, don’t you?” His tone is playful and teasing, yet nothing short of erotic.

“I do.”

“Tell me.” A quick pinch of your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers make you mewl.

“F—fuck them,” you breathe. “You like to fuck them.”

“I do,” he hums in approval. “Maybe I need to. Should make a mess on your tits with my cum so you can see just how perfect they are.”

“Caleb…” Pressing your ass against him and feeling how hard he’s gotten makes you want to take him up on his earlier “threat.”

“We’re gonna keep the clothes, pips. I understand your frustration.” He grinds into you, making your head fall back on his broad shoulder.

“I’ll find someone to fix them for you. Have them corrected to fit exactly how you want.” His breath on your skin makes your pussy clench. “That’s exactly what we’ll do from now on.”

You nod desperately, not trusting yourself to speak properly. How he loves on and takes care of you tends to leave you speechless.

“Get on your knees for me.” Your eyes flutter open when his hands fall from you and butterflies flutter in your gut when he starts to slide your panties down.

“Let me take care of my girls.”

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Creds to @/cafekitsune for the dividers!

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wWOW!! tyy for letting me be a part of this ( ˆ ³ ˆ)♥

thank you so much to @starryeyed-apple and @calebsdog for the tags !! I love seeing what you guys have planned <33

some of these wips are nearly finished but i just havent gotten around to finishing. someone hold me down so i stop hopping between each idea. i have a bad habit of writing too much -ꞈ-

unsealed memories

2. 93%/7% (one of my fav ideas)

3. caleb's favourite!

4. flowershop au (first multific idea!)

5. you don't count, caleb

6. caleb comforting you over a breakout

7. the colonel's punishment (nsfw)

8. snooping in caleb's room

9. everything I need between those thighs

10. pouring rain and love confessions

11. pampering caleb!

12. chubby caleb (hc)

13. look of love (wedding inspired)

14. can I hold it? :D

one day ill get to all of these...

no pressure tags to some writers i admire! i would love to see what you guys have in store!! @mochieekittenz @colonelkaboom

Tagged by @irandial 💖 I'll just...list my LADS wips only, because my writing folder have 724 files, and 3/4 of those are wips from every fandom I've ever interacted with.................. 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. 👁👄👁 I'm sorry idk 61 people, let alone writers, but.....no pressure tags to these lovelies 💖 @deepspacenova @vesearlee @iraot @solifloris @aeyumicore

5 times you ask zayne for food suggestions + 1 time you ask sylus

5 times you hide your relationship with sylus + 1 time you told the truth

darling can i be your favorite

father's day

foursome because i lack shame

risky pregnancy ask - 03 - mc dies baby lives

risky pregnancy ask - 04 - stillbirth-miscarriage

ZayneMCCaleb - one bed three of you

brat tamer caleb

build a city that dreams for two

if you're a worm, then i'm a worm

is it that sweet (i guess so)

kiss me hard, kiss me good

k-i-s-s-i-n-g

phone sex with caleb

playing tic-tac-toe for my x and o's

post-baby lovemaking

Report

Return To Eden

Rotten Apple

Time for Takeoff

Violet Eyes

you can be my lover girl

got me playing with fire (and it's all I desire)

The Fish That Loved a Cat

21 Steps

birdie bully boxing

devastation salvation

Evermore - Elysium - dragon au

grassland au

grassland sylus forever in my heart

grinding on sylus

Little Parrot

love is all i feel, my dear

No Man's Land

omegaverse

Sylus bet

Sylus- Breeding dream

Sylus hurtcomfort

The Crow and the Kitten

The Dragon's Gifts

untitled sylus ruin

up all night playing kitty cards

xoxo

fall into your arms

I Do (I Do Not!)

my universe, my everything, my sunset

xavier potatoes

Delirium

Emergency Surgery

eyes closed, dreaming of each other

Surprise Dinner

zayne brainworm thats my fault but also lowkey nova's fault too (see discord chat)

zayne i want a baby

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 02 - first trimester and oh by the way

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 03 - second trimester and craving carrots (and more carrots)

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 04 - third trimester and

from osmanthus to snowdrop - 05 - you and me and baby make three

03 - love you more

Bride of the Dragon King

08 - Xavier - every time i look into those angel eyes

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guys I promise promise promise I will release caleb's birthday fic today. It's the longest fic I've written so far (11k+ okay it's not that long but it is to me 🥹🥹)

I'm not used to writing plot heavy stories so it's been a huge struggle to write. I can't wait to finish it so I can finish all my other projects 😭😭

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PLEASE THIS IS THE ONE FANTASY IVE EVER HAD AND NOW IT'S FULFILLED

A plane fact to remember.

Summary: It started when he gave you a random plane fact, and ended with you a shivering mess in his arms as he bullied your cunt. Calebs random facts had always been a part of your life, but now, it was different.

Pairing: Plane Nerd Caleb x Reader

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, Mean caleb, a little dumbification, Improper use of evol, orgasm control, edging, cockwarming, light sub/dom vibes, writer doesn't know fuck all about planes so google is my co-writer, fem nicknames, use of pipsqueak

Calebs' Adjutant: @hiqhkey, @mikasaredscarf1 (tag list signup is at the end <3)

It had started innocently enough, leaning on the counter of Caleb's home in Skyhaven. He was making lemonade, chatting easily about your recent missions and his flights – you’d mentioned in passing that he never seemed to complain about turbulence, something that recently had made you nauseous on your long-haul flight. He’d raised an eyebrow at that

“Well, yeah, pips, it's easier to avoid it in a military or private jet. We don’t gotta follow the flight paths and can fly higher to avoid it. It ain’t much of an issue at 40,000ft.”

He laughed, but your eyes widened. It had been years since Caleb had spoken of his interests, his love for planes, and the weird facts he would spurt out. You still remember the first time he had told you planes could easily run on one engine – how that fact made your tiny mind explode. How could something as big as a plane still fly safely with only one engine?!

You missed it, and so, you told him that.

What you didn’t expect was to end up in his lap, his cock pushed between your pussys lips as he made you sit there. You weren’t allowed to move; you knew better than that  - no matter how much friction you craved, you just had to take it. His cock felt amazing, it pushed against every nerve in the perfect way, as if just like its owner it knew all the best ways to pleasure you. His nails ran up and down your sides, head tilting with a teasing smirk.

“So plane facts then, let's make this fun, sweetheart. Your gonna sit here, all pretty on my cock and memorise everything I tell you.. if you get my questions right at the end.. ill let you cum. Okay?”

You nodded eagerly, not really thinking about what he was saying – it didn’t matter when he was inside you and not moving. Your mind was already fraying at the edges with pure need, a pure desire to feel him move, and if nodding would make that happen quicker than so be it. You only realised you may have fucked up when he leant back against the couch cushions, hands on your hips.

“Let's see.. Oh, I know. A commercial jet cruises at around 575  miles per hour – that's 75% the speed of light, pips!-“

He spoke quickly, hands slipping off your hips and flying around in the air as he spoke, making movements like a plane moving quickly. The way his eyes lit up and the smile that tugged on his lips were enough to distract you from your need for a moment.

“- it could cross the Atlantic Ocean in about 7 hours! That’s why I can get to Linkon and back so quickly.”

Always the tease, he knew what to say to fluster you and make you smile. He had made a habit of visiting you randomly, and now you knew why; it’s just because he could quickly. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice his hands moving again until they cupped your breasts, tugging on a nipple gently and making you gasp.

“Earth to pipsqueak, I haven’t finished yet. Keep listening.”

A quick nod and he was off again, yet this time, the glint in his eyes seemed more evil than playful.

“Let me tell you about the cockpit then.. You know, we don’t start planes with key fobs like you do cars. We gotta use the ignition control – basically a series of switches. They have 5 positions on them..”

His hands landed on your hips as he smirked

“First is off, like this, yeah?”

You felt him tug you left, dick finally moving – a sharp moan breaking free from your throat at the feeling.

“Then we have left.. and let's not forget right”

You were tugged right before you could recover, mouth falling open in another moan as he laughed cruelly.

“Both..”

He shifted you left and right quickly, pressing against every nerve perfectly. Your clit rubbed against him, leaving a sticky mess in its wake. Neither of you cared enough to stop, he kept shifting you until he spoke again

“and finally start.”

You felt the familiar tingling of his Evol, eyes widening as he lifted you up and down against his length. Sat back against the pillows with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his face – you looked blissed out, too far gone from finally getting the stimulation you craved to hear him finish his facts. You whined when his Evol pulled you down sharply again – holding you in place.

“Okay then.. time for Caleb's quiz, sweet girl.”

Your eyes widened as he asked his questions, the first few you got right and he rewarded you. A finger on your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good but, just wasn’t enough, he was playing your body like a fiddle. Make you desperate for him and only him.

It was only when you started to mess up that things became.. mean.

“Nuhu, naughty pipsqueak. The temperature drops to negative fifty degrees Celsius not 30.  Remember, it’s because the engine compresses air more effectively, burning less fuel.”

His fingers stopped moving as he spoke, eyes hardening. You felt tears threaten to spill as he stopped, the friction you so desperately needed gone – you had been so close. Your orgasm was just a little push away, and now it was torn from your grasp.

“Aww, sweet girl, no, don’t cry. I should have known Pipsqueak can’t answer my questions... always disappointing me.. What should I do about that?”

He changed positions, so you were against the couch, hips moving slowly as he pretended to think. The friction was nice, but not nearly enough, and he knew that. Knew you weren’t getting what you desperately needed, he kept this up for what felt like hours-

“I’ve got it, your gonna take my cock like a good girl and not cum until I say. That’s your punishment, now be good, don’t disappoint me again.”

You heard that warning in his voice, his colonel's tone slipping through as his hips sped up. You had bratted him up once and came without permission. It wasn’t worth it, the punishment that followed, where he denied you his cock for 6 weeks was near on agony. You couldn’t do that again, refused to go through it, so you bit your lip and held your need off.

Your cult clenched and unclenched as he moved, moans spilling from your mouth that was now permanently open. He was impressed, really. Your control had improved so much from the first time you had slept together. He kept thrusting until he was close, until his stomach clenched with need, leaning into your ear, he whispered one command.

“Cum”

You fell apart, crying out his name, tears falling down your cheeks as your release finally spilled from you. He wasn’t far apart, pulling you against his chest as he spilled inside. Neither of you said anything for a long while, his fingers just ran up and down your back, smiling.

“So proud of you.. so proud of you.. That’s my good girl. That’s Caleb’s good girl.”

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Happy ( VERY LATE ) birthday Caleb 🎈🫶

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fishie came after dropping a shameful amount of money 😔🥀

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how's everyone's pulls going bc I'm totally not crashing at everyone getting his myth pair in 70 pulls or less 😄🫠🤬🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

STOP BRINGING ME TO HARD PITY INFOLD 🤬🤬🤬🤬🔪🔪

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caleb's accidental debut 🎤

✎ summary- caleb was just a kid with a grudge against a boy group. he didn’t mean to become their biggest competition (or a lowkey fan). aka caleb being jealous of linkon's hottest new boy band

Caleb didn't even bother hiding the sour expression on his face. He glared at the TV screen, eyes shooting daggers at the current obsession that had somehow bewitched her.

Linkon's newest boy group had taken the nation by storm. Despite debuting only recently, they’d already amassed a massive female fan base — and she was no exception.

He watched as a blue-haired member winked at the camera, earning a high-pitched squeal from her. Caleb couldn't for the life of him see what was so special about them. His eyes narrowed as they launched into another round of overly energetic, syncopated choreography

Surely, these guys weren’t that impressive.

Every day after school, she would grab him by the arm and drag him home, eager to catch their latest performance. Each stage had its own over-the-top concept—one week it was soft schoolboy crushes, the next, dark brooding themes with vampires, demons and angels. Sometimes even dyeing their hair in bold, eye-catching colours to fit the theme.

It would be all that she would talk about on the walk home. She’d pull out new merch, showing off the photo cards she exchanged with her friends at lunch, and gush about how handsome one of the members looked in a baseball uniform.

It made Caleb want to pluck out his eyebrows one by one, but he always made sure to plaster on a smile.

Caleb hadn't minded her new obsession—at first. But when she started skipping games with him, or nearly choking on her food just to finish faster and catch their performance, that’s when it started to bother him.

"Pipsqueak, you promised to hang out with me this afternoon", he whined, a ball in hand.

"Not now, Caleb, I'll play with you later", she swatted him away without looking up, her eyes locked on the screen as she kicked her feet in the air.

Caleb had been the main male figure in her life for as long as he could remember. And now, all of a sudden, that spot had been snatched away—by seven men in glittery jackets.

He felt bitter.

He wasn't used to feeling cast aside.

It wasn't the first occurrence either. Lately, every time he suggested something for them to do together, she would just absentmindedly turn him away, barely listening to what he had in mind.

That had become Caleb’s usual routine lately—alone, playing by himself. Like now, in the backyard, muttering under his breath while half-heartedly kicking the ball against the wall. Every now and again, a soft giggle would escape through the kitchen window.

Caleb huffed.

"What does she even see in them anyway? It's not like they're even that good-looking. Anyone can throw on fancy clothes and sing and dance—I'll show her."

That night, Caleb went to bed early. Or at least, that’s what he told her. In truth, he was in his room, typing their name into the search bar, staring at the group that had stolen all her attention.

Over the next week, Caleb made it his life's mission to memorise all the dances—purely out of spite. Every evening, he'd lock this door and throw himself into memorising each routine, determined to hit every mark perfectly.

“Watch me outdance every single one of them! Let’s see who she talks about then.”

She’d sometimes ask why he was always so sweaty before bed, and he’d just laugh it off, brushing her off with some excuse.

But he had a goal. He had to burn the dances into his memory. He needed to prove that he was better than those ridiculous men in their ugly outfits.

Sometimes she’d hum their songs around the house, singing to herself as she moved from room to room. And slowly, almost without realising, he started humming along. Every time he caught himself, he was mortified. He’d quietly slip out of the room before she could notice.

As much as he hated to admit it… underneath all the glitter and flare, their songs were kind of catchy.

One quiet afternoon, Caleb was clearing the remains of their lunch while the radio played one of their latest songs. He floated around the room, softly singing to himself, slipping in a move here and there without thinking.

He was so caught up, he didn’t hear her stumble into the kitchen.

"AHA!!"

He froze.

"Caleb, I didn't know you were secretly a fanboy", she said smugly, wiggling her shoulders like she’d caught him red-handed.

Caleb’s face turned bright red. "N-No! It's just cause this song’s everywhere! And you play it all the time around the house.”

To his surprise, she didn't tease him further. Instead, she turned up the volume and jumped, singing along at the top of her lungs.

Caleb watched her flail her arms, wildly missing half the choreography—if he was being honest. But she didn't care. She was smiling, beaming, singing her heart out.

And in that moment, Caleb realised something: sharing her joy felt a lot better than trying to compete for it.

So they sang together in the kitchen, off-key and laughing, butchering the ad-libs as they made their afternoon snack.

Their afternoons quickly turned into a mix of lighthearted teasing and non-stop chatter. She’d pull up funny montages, encouraging him to watch, rambling about her favourite members and their different personalities.

Caleb smiled along—this time, a genuine smile, happy to see her talk so passionately.

Did he still dislike them?

Yes.

Very much.

But not as much as before—especially after seeing how happy they made her.

They even started dressing up together, re-enacting scenes from music videos (her idea, obviously) and filming their dramatic reenactments. Caleb was always cast as the hopeless romantic, chasing after the girl—played by her, of course.

They didn’t get many views. But Caleb, hidden under his covers at night, would watch them anyway.

The view count crept up, little by little, each day.

One morning, as he was shovelling cereal into his mouth, she shoved her phone into his face.

"Look, Caleb! We already have 42 views!! We're gonna be popular in no time.”

She beamed, eyes sparkling with excitement. “One day we'll be famous enough… and we'll get to see them in real life!"

a/n- hi this is my first time properly posting on tumblr so I'm still trying to navigate my way around. this is just a silly hc I have on the origin of caleb's dancing skills, bc I can totally see a jealous young caleb sweating out in his room to impress mc. anways enjoy reading <3

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wait wait wait hear me out Caleb with a dad bod

just like a tiny one yknow but he starts getting insecure about it and shit and thinks that reader won’t find him attractive anymore while she finds it so cute and hot asf and she just wants him to fuck her brains out

note: omg this is absolutely everything…i could see myself doing a full fic on this one day if you’d like, anon! now, i didn’t write this to be freaky bc i don’t think that kind of reaction would suit a situation like this, but if i did a full one, the sex would for sureeee get like that. regardless, its short and quick, but i hope you like this. 😚

warning: mentions of weight gain, caleb doesn’t like his body

i feel like when you notice, it’s because he starts wearing shirts all the time. like you could never get caleb to put a shirt on if you wanted him to when you first started dating—and you loved it. you’re in love with that man and his body, so of course you always wanted to see it.

i’m picturing you and caleb as a couple who loves food. going out to eat, finding new restaurants, cooking new meals—like that’s your thing. but maybe down the line, he gets so busy with work that he ends up skipping the gym more often and with the eating habits he has with you, he puts on a few pounds. maybe his abs aren’t as defined as they used to be.

so he wants to hide it from you. and it was subtle at first—starting with just a tank top all the time. then he went full blown t-shirts, wanted to be behind you when you had sex or on top so you had to focus on his face and nothing else.

when you started realizing what he was doing, especially when he would ask for and do things he never has—like if you could turn around when he wanted to change or leaving the room entirely to do so—your heart brokeeee.

now, let me set the scene of confrontation: he comes home from work, takes a shower, and throws on another too-big t-shirt. you ask him to come to the bedroom when he’s done and he can see the determination in your eyes. it’s worrying and scaring the shit out of him.

“take your shirt off.” your tone is straight. not aggressive, but serious.

caleb would freeze. ready to run. “w-why…do you—”

“caleb,” you cut him off. “take.it.off.”

he legitimately thinks that this will be the end of you two. that you’ll see him and want to leave. but he’ll listen and will slowly pull his shirt off, but he holds it in front of his body.

“why are you doing that, baby?” you frown. the mindset and intention to be stern would be overridden by sadness when you see how vulnerable he looks.

“let me see you. i miss seeing you.” he can barely keep his eyes on you, continuously looking at the floor in silence.

“you don’t want to see me like this,” he’d retort with embarrassment. “i’m not the same. you won’t like it. i can’t do that to you.”

you won’t have this. won’t have him talking about himself like that. not the love of your life.

so you walk up to him and look into his eyes that are clearly watering as you pull his shirt away from his grasp. you then hold his arms down in place so he doesn’t try to keep himself hidden from you any longer.

when you look down to see his now softer stomach, all you do is fall in love with him all over again. not a single part of you thought to judge or criticize him. the fact that he even thought you’d want to, hurt you to your core.

“caleb…you look absolutely fuckable,” you nearly whisper. it makes him snort out a surprise laugh. you’re not lying and by the exasperation in your voice, he might just believe you.

“you’re the same man who taught me to love myself just as much as you love me. you taught me what it means to lean on you when i’m unsure.” you’d bend down to kiss his stomach. they’re featherlight, but full of meaning as you pepper them along his soft skin.

“you’re also the only man on this planet earth who i’ll ever love and whatever you think negatively about your body, know that i will never agree.” you’ll stand to kiss his nose and his lip will tremble. he can’t believe he’s this lucky. “let me show you how perfect you are, yeah?”

he starts to whimper, exhaling in relief when you press more kisses to his neck and jaw. “i’ve missed riding your cock, babe. missed seeing every inch of you. will you let me?”

and he’d mumble a gentle yes because oh…he misses it too.

of course he wouldn’t automatically just believe your words, but with how ravenous you become when you have just a little bit of him back, he knows that doubting your love for him because of something so unimportant, is a mistake he’ll never make again.

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I may have a teensy tiny request 😅

The lads guys' s/o calling them by their full name (whether it's Chinese or English is fine!) and the guys are a little worried they did smth wrong but their s/o just wanted to ask them about date night or smth similar

I love your work sm <33

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 (𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦) | LADS + when you call them by their full name

warnings: humor, fluff, zayne's isn't a date because I think he'd do all the planning for any dates lol, the first appearance of panty sniffer caleb on my account

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── zayne

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── rafayel

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── sylus

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── caleb

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sleeping with caleb (ᴗ˳ᴗ)ᶻ

—hcs about sharing a bed with caleb bc i still haven't finished his bday fic :p

☆ caleb has long accepted that he’s never getting his personal space back (good, he doesn't want it anyway). no matter what position he falls asleep in, he always wakes up at the edge of the bed, ass hanging out, with your arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala. he doesn't mind really, because he loves that you still gravitate towards him, even in your sleep.

☆ whenever you get into a petty argument, you make a point of building a pillow barrier between you. when he tries to protest, you just shoot him daggers and turn your back. you can't sleep because of his constant shuffling, but eventually, you knock down the barrier bit by bit, letting him roll over beside you and softly whisper an apology in your ear while he pulls you close. you don’t respond because you’re still upset, but you just let him hold you. and that alone is enough for him

☆ winters in skyhaven are brutal because of the high altitude. so on cold winter nights, you find yourself drawn to caleb because he's just so warm—he's basically a human radiator. when you're feeling cheeky, you like to slide your cold hands under his shirt and laugh evily whenever he flinches

☆ whenever you visit him in skyhaven, he insists on sleeping in your room together. It's not that he dislikes his room, he just prefers being in the space you've curated in his home. he loves being surrounded by things that smell like you, breathing you in while he falls asleep

☆ caleb likes to pretend he's still asleep when you think you've woken up before him. he lets you poke his cheek, blow in his face, tickle his chin, play with his hair until he’s had enough and rolls you over, pulling you into a soul-crushing hug you can’t escape

☆ his favourite time of day is the moment you fall asleep at night, and the moment just before you wake up in the morning. there’s something about your face that looks so peaceful and soft, that makes him fall in love with you all over again. he loves that you’re the first and last thing he sees every day

☆ contrary to what people might think, but caleb loves being the little spoon and being held. he doesn't do it often, but after long shifts with the fleet, there's nothing he loves more than lying on your chest, listening to your breathing while you stroke his hair. his worries melt away instantly, and he always falls asleep faster than usual—some of his best sleeps, honestly.

☆ caleb, the self-proclaimed claw machine master, is a prime example of suffering from your own success. not only does he have to share the bed with you, but with the 20+ plushies that he won and proudly bragged about. now he’s got his own personal plushie (you) snuggled up next to him, along with twenty others, silently staring into his soul

☆ caleb’s bed head is horrendous, and don't even get me started on his morning breath. you love counting all his cowlicks and taking pictures of his messy hair, holding your nose like you’re disgusted. but when he catches you laughing too long, he shuts you up by peppering your face with kisses before pulling you in for one long, deep kiss that leaves you breathless

☆ caleb is a light sleeper, so when he hears you tossing and turning, struggling to fall asleep, he gently pulls you into his chest and starts telling stories, just like he used to when you were kids. you call it childish, but the sound of his voice, soft and steady, is all it takes for sleep to quickly wash over you. and once your breathing slows down and your body relaxes, he whispers a quiet list of reasons why he loves you—one after the other, just for you

a/n- blessing you with a lot bc i couldnt stop at one. i cant be the only one that uses he's secret times as a sleep aid, his voice is so soothing i knock out instantly. short blabber bc i haven't finished half my fics i was meant to post last week. this caleb bday fic has been sitting in my drafts for over a month 🚬🚬

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Going to Marry You — Caleb x Reader/MC

summary : While packing stuff up for summer break, Caleb found a box full of stuff you kept from your shared childhood; what you never noticed, though, was a text written behind a polaroid of yours from Caleb himself when he was just ten.

setting : alternate universe – college/university

contents : no use of y/n, pure fluff, use of pipsqueak, best friends in love, soulmates, roommates, childhood friends, oblivious friends, caleb is a sweet boy, mention of young caleb and mc, secret proposal, no confessions.

1,3k words – one shot

You were supposed to be packing things up. Summer break was about to start and you had to knock it all out in one afternoon. You and Caleb split the boxes, tossed the junk, even argued about who would have kept the shared toaster neither of you bought.

But Caleb has little attention span when it comes to tidying up the place, and he soon was off-task again. You looked up from your folded clothes just in time to see him disappear inside your closet, drawn by something unknown to you.

Some shuffling, a dull thud and a murmured ‘shit’ later made you wonder what, exactly, was he doing in there. “Need help?” You asked. “Nope!” It came casual — too casual for your liking.

You rolled your eyes and went back to sort through your socks drawer. Then Caleb is finally back from his strange mission holding a dusty cardboard box with scribbles all over it — rainbows, stick figures (strangely resembling you and the man holding the box), tiny suns with smileys faces.

Your breath stopped. You knew that box a little too well. Caleb, on the other hand, was grinning like a little kid who just found buried treasure. “Is this yours, pips?” He asked, making you gulp unconsciously. Of course it was, and he knew that; your name was written all over it.

“Where did you find that?” Was the first thing you said about the box, heart beating fast in your chest. “Back of the closet. Tucked behind some old clothes.” He answered calmly, a smile on his lips.

You sat up on your heels, the suitcase now completely forgotten. “I thought I left it at home.” He dropped the box gently in front of you both, sitting legs crossed next to you, knees bumping you. “Guess you didn’t.” He chuckled in a soft voice.

The lid creaked when you opened it, some dust rising and catching in the sunlight like glitters. There probably were some glitters as well in there.

Inside there were all sorts of memories: old photos of you and Caleb, crumpled movie tickets, one plastic friendship bracelet — you remember putting it there because you were scared of losing it after you lost three other bracelets in a row, while Caleb still wore it — a charm from a carnival prize, notes in really terrible handwriting folded like origami. You smiled at the sight of all those simple objects, every single one of them remembering you of a specific day with Caleb in your life.

“You made this in fourth grade.” He said with a smile, grabbing a little clay duck with one googly eye missing, lumpy and uneven. “I dropped it in the sink.” You laughed at the memory, remembering how sad you were.

“And I rescued it. You cried a lot.” He laughed as well, making you blush a bit. Knowing you cried was one thing, but him remembering it embarrassed you. “I did not cry!” You tried to protest, knowing it was false.

You glared at him, cheeks red from embarrassment as you tried your best not to smile at how stupidly attractive he was being right now. “You’re lucky I like you.” He just chuckled at you.

Caleb lifted a polaroid from the box, squinting at it in the golden light from the sunset outside. It was the two of you on a summer afternoon years ago — grinning, arms around each other, faces smeared with ice cream. You probably were around nine or ten in that photo. He suddenly flipped it over, as if knowing that something was there, and damn was he right.

There was a note on the back, written with a coloured pen with a crooked handwriting. “im going to marry you when we grow up!”. Your breath stopped while Caleb he remembered what he had written back then and froze. “Oh my god.”

You snatched the polaroid from him, reading the phrase over and over again. You were embarrassed, yes, but Caleb was embarrassed as well — if not even more — as the tip of his ears turned pink. “You weren’t supposed to keep it.” He murmured, looking away from you as you continued to read that phrase.

“I kept everything, Caleb.” You said back, still a little stunned from the sudden revelation. How come you never noticed it was a mystery. He shrugged, trying to play it off and sound casual even as he was clearly anxious. “I was serious, you know. Back then.” He murmured, eyes locked on the suddenly interesting ceiling.

You stared at the photo some more. The writing, his name signed underneath the phrase. A strange ache welled up in your chest as you spoke again, softer this time. “You never told me.”

“I thought you knew and ignored it.” The silence stretched as neither of you knew what else to say. Surely, it was a silly thing, said when you were both young and stupid, but for some unknown reason it felt real and serious. Time goes still inside the apartment, while outside a car passed, people laughed and children ran free.

Caleb shifted beside you, voice even lower now. “I was a dumb kid back then.” Noticing how he was retreating, you risked to look up at him with wide eyes. He wasn’t looking at you — his eyes were fixed on the photo as if afraid that it would disappear if he looked away. His finger curled a little tighter into fists.

Finally, you found the courage to speak again. “You’re still serious?” It was meant to be a joke to break the ice, but it only came out quiet — and real, too real.

He finally looked back at you, eyes soft with a hint of surprise at your question. “Never stopped being serious.”

Your chest squeezed. You didn’t know what to say, what to do. Caleb was your best friend since you could remember; he was the one you always called whenever your day went sideways; the first one you texted when anything — anything — happened. He knew everything about you, just as you knew everything about him.

You never even thought of asking yourself what any of it meant. Or maybe, inside you, you did — you just pretended to not know. Because you always noticed how your heart beat faster when he’s close to you, how your eyes often fell on his lips, how you craved his touch on you, even if just for a caress. And once again, your eyes unconsciously fell on his lips as you searched for anything to say back to him.

He smiled softly, noticing your internal turmoil — he always noticed. “You don’t have to say anything, pips.” You blinked, confusion etched on your face as your eyes locked down with his again. “Caleb–“ “It’s okay.” He interrupted you, too quickly. “I didn’t say it expecting anything. It’s just…” He gestured towards the box. “There’s no need to hide it when it’s clearly written down forever, y’know.” He chuckled softly, but this time you don’t smile back.

The sunlight shifted, making everything feel more intimate and soft. More yours. He looked at you with adoration in his eyes — he always did — and something else, something scared and hopeful. You remembered every time he was next to you, every shared blanket, every time he offered his shoulder for you to cry, every time he looked at you a second longer than a best friend would without saying a words after.

You leaned forward, your forehead finding his shoulder as you closed your eyes. Caleb tensed under you before exhaling, a shaky breath. Neither of you spoke for a long time, but his hand found your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

Outside, the sun almost disappeared under the rooftops of other houses, making the room dusky — quiet, filled only with the sounds of your breathing, synced like always. You always considered him your soulmate.

His free hand found yours on the carpet, fingers brushing against yours before curling into place like they always did when you needed him. He squeezed your hands once — you squeezed back immediately, making him smile.

He closed his eyes as well, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while inhaling your sweet scent. “My soulmate.” He whispered in your ear, soft and sweet, and you smiled. “Only yours.”

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THAT RAFAYEL NEW MYTH TRAILER?!? THEY PUT THEIR WHOLE FISHUSSY INTO THAT

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⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡ ⊹ ࣪₊˚⊹♡

happy birthday to our dear caleb (੭ˊᵕˋ)੭🎂!! i just wanted to share some pics from my mini celebration earlier today. it was lovely seeing everyone's fanart and works today, caleb is so loved <3

Creds to @/cursed-carmine for dividers!

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caleb's support is the only kind you need in life😌 IM GUSHINGGG AT UR KIND WORDS!!! he's always thinking of ways to make you happy, even if his methods are questionable. love has no bounds with caleb. I need him so badly irl to help with my constant back and shoulder pain 🥹🥹

let me hold that for you (literally)

—aka caleb being the best boyfriend and helping you with back pain dont ask me what this is, idek what this is, all i know is that caleb would fix all my problems :D

Spring cleaning meant that you and Caleb spent the whole day scouring your apartment for things you didn’t need or could donate. Albeit, it was one of those days where the weight of your chest brought you nothing but pain. The knot in your shoulder seemed to tighten with each area you cleaned, and by evening, it felt like gravity had plopped two full-sized boulders on your shoulders.

Caleb notices you rubbing your shoulder and immediatley comes over to start massaging them.

“Sit down, pipsqueak. Let me handle the rest.”

“It’s fine. I just have these last few boxes to go through. My back is killing me. I think I need to buy a new bra.”

You pull your shirt aside to reveal bright red indentations from your bra strap. Crap. Your comfort bra had been with you through all of college, and now it looks like it’s finally reached the end of its service.

“You sure you dont need my help?”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m more than welcome to hel—”

“That’s really okay.”

“I can use my Evol.”

You glared at him with a look that can only be described as half-concerned, half-hoplessly-in-love.

The dead serious expression on his face tells you he absolutely means it. You could joke about needing his jacket to walk over a puddle, and he’d already be halfway through stripping off every item of clothing just so your shoes wouldn’t get dirty.

“I don’t know…”

“At least let me hold them for you.”

He looks at you with eyes that could only draw you in, melt you, and leave you in a hopeless puddle. It’s hard to say no to him like this.

Sigh.

“Fine.”

So now you’re standing in the middle of the living room, experiencing sweet, miraculous relief as Caleb gently holds your breasts in his hands. His hands are more than big enough to cover the full surface area. He doesn’t move, he just holds them up, letting gravity take a nap while you sort through the box on the table.

Manual titty suspension: activated.

“My pips should never have to suffer,” he hums, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

“Don’t you feel better already?” he adds.

You let out a long exhausted sigh.

“…Maybe”

Oh, he was absolutely enjoying this. And not just because he loved your boobs (though let’s be honest he does). He loves that he can help you. Deep down, he’s just grateful he can provide some comfort to the love of his life.

Sharing your burdens—literally lifting the weight off your shoulders—is all he’s ever wanted.

“How about tomorrow we go out and get you some new, actually supportive bras? I can start looking up some places right now. Only the best for my pips.”

a/n- self indulgent drabble bc im suffering rn. caleb would love your bazookas no matter how big or small, as long as it's yours, he cherishes them <3

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100 followers?!?! excuse me

uMMM... HI! HELLO!?! I did not expect to gain so many luvlies in such a short amount of time. I'm still trying to get used to the gimmicks of tumblr, but im so so grateful to all you sweeties that have read my works 🥹🫶🏻

I've received so many lovely messages and I APPRECIATE THEM ALL. It gives me so much motivation. Never could I have imagined getting back into to writing after years. it's the apple parasite in my brain taking over 👹👹

I have a lot of WIPs to finish, especially his birthday fic, so you WILL be seeing more of me. I'll be there handing you tissues when I make you cry. SERIOUSLY TYSM EVERYONE ILY ALL!!! 💓💓🫶🏻