#feat. caleb.

[stclli]

' entonces diste en el clavo. como dicen por ahí, quien tenga miedo a morir que no nazca. ' las palabras del contrario sólo encienden unas ganas indomables de concretar el plan y salir victoriosos. porque fallar ni siquiera lo considera como opción. en cuanto la elección queda en sus manos, sostiene el teléfono y hace scrolling con libertad entre las opciones. ' conozco todos y cada uno de estos sabores, así que tendrás que confiar en mí... ' le mira de reojo para asegurarse de que no rechistará. a continuación, selecciona el doble de porciones de dumplings, verduras salteadas, fideos de arroz en salsa de sésamo y de postre, su favorito: tartitas de huevo. se adelantó a hacer el pedido, no sin antes corroborar el precio, para luego devolverle su pertenencia. ' más tarde te transfiero la mitad del monto para que estemos a mano. ' aquello fue la señal para ponerse de pie y recoger su pequeña mochila, esa que siempre le acompañaba al gimnasio. ' ¿qué tan bueno eres con el tenis de mesa? imagino que lo has elegido porque tienes el talento suficiente para entretenerlos más de diez minutos. '

con el acuerdo foráneo para ser cómplice de la travesura, las comisuras se cincelan igualmente encantadas, animadas por la distracción que supone de la intensa jornada de entrenamiento. ‘ estás con la persona indicada ’ duda que existan numerosas experiencias que avalen esa muestra de vanagloria, pero la fortuna sabe bien cómo tenderle la mano. él, que la toma sin dudar, ya está abriendo la aplicación en búsqueda de un restaurante de interés. ‘ ¿no te has hecho una idea ya? te involucré en la que puede ser la temprana causa de nuestra expulsión  ’ al guiñarle el ojo con gracia sabe que la situación puede entenderse, más bien, de forma alterna; ¿qué es sino una víctima de los planes foráneos para garantizar ese xiaolongbao? las yemas se detienen en una oferta de interés. ‘ bingo ’ ofrece el dispositivo para que ella lo vea también. ‘ selecciona lo que quieras ’ si sobra, se lo llevaría a maven o algún otro miembro de litha. ‘ estará aquí en treinta minutos ’ ahora, habrían de proseguir con la siguiente parte de la estrategia. ‘ los guardias de la entrada tienen cara de estar muertos de aburrimiento, seguro que quieren jugar una  partidita de tenis de mesa conmigo ’

[be-side-my-self]

[knowltonsrangers]

theoretically pt.9

[first , prev ] [female reader]

[//tw: swearing, guns, death and blood ahead\\ also angst]

By all means, you should have been fine.

Continually failing at trying to peel the knot apart which currently held your wrists hostage, you silently cursed at such a simple thing that just would not go your way.

You weren’t asking much, realistically speaking. Tossed on horseback, greedily speeding miles away from the beach, you were certain that whenever Caleb and the Major returned, they would likely follow the shoreline, in the opposite direction.

The skies had quickly clouded, and with little warning, the rain pounded against the Earth, drenching your clothes and your hopes that someone would find your clue.

“Identify yourself!”

You physically jump, startled at how fast they had approached your hiding spot. Though one could argue you weren’t really doing a great job at the feat, silently praying they wouldn’t venture any further.

“Ah, fuck—“ There wasn’t much to do other than oblige, so you stand on shaky legs and throw your hands up, hoping that the ‘I surrender’ mentality would save yourself here.

“Don’t shoot!” When you move your arms, your hand brushes the pocket that concealed the knife. Inwardly groaning, you can hear the metal hit the ground with an aggressive thud. For once, you find a moment to think rationally, you use the toe of your sneaker to draw an arrow in the sand.

They’ll likely take you the way they came from, one could hope.

“I’ve been stranded here,”

You begin talking straight nonsense, begging words that seemed an inkling of believable to fall from your lips.

“Miss, this is really no place for a lady to reside,”

When they finally arrive right in front of you, they lower their weapons, seemingly unanimously agreeing that you were no perceivable threat.

That kind of hurt, for some reason.

“Sorry for the binds, but we are on strict orders to take anyone or anything in that comes onto that beach,”

Your nose wrinkles, opting to not say anything at all. If you hadn’t dropped that fucking knife-

“That area is a known smugglers destination, ma’am.”

The younger one speaks, the one who’s currently sat behind you on the horse. His red sleeves are the only thing you can see of him, but as the sun would soon begin to rise, you would dare to take a glance back at his features.

“Your silence is proving you guilty,”

The older one chides now, but not by much.

“If I told you what really happened, you wouldn’t believe me,”

You whisper, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Subconsciously, you never wanted these guys to see you cry, but the frustration was starting to eat away at you. It was all building so fast, that the world started to spin, and as if it was nothing, it all stopped.

“You have permission to speak it, so I may relay it to the Lieutenant when we arrive back to camp.”

You roll your eyes, a sarcastic “Gee, thanks,” bubbling in your throat, but you remembered instantly what Caleb had told you.

"I promise, even if you come 'cross some lobsterbacks, they wouldn't harm a lady. Just say ya got lost, and ask for the Captain or Major. They'd be able to help you."

His index finger comes to his lips, as if he's about to disclose a secret.

"Jus' don't mention anything about the camp, alright? Yer a patriot now, y/n, don't go switchin' sides."

Maybe you should bide your time the best you could, stretching it until there was no more room to give.

“Lieutenant?” You warble, sniffling slightly.

“Yes, that is who we report to. Anyone else you wish to speak with is denied, until further information is provided.”

You sigh, straightening your shoulders as well as you could, positioned in between the officers arms.

“What if we are headed in the completely wrong direction?”

It’s a very good question, one that every time it arose in his thoughts, he pushed back away. Becoming increasingly irritated, the blonde sighed, pushing away some flyaways from his forehead as they entered deeper into the woods.

“That is a very good possibility.” Is all he can reply, having a bit more incentive to get to you before you slip up, now having knowledge of the camp and that the General was stationed there.

He trusted that you would keep those secrets, but he did not know what level of…ill treatment you could take before the words came racing out of your mouth.

“So why didn’t we split up? Coulda met back there in a coupla hours.”

“I am hoping we are going the right way.”

If Caleb knew he was being very annoying, he was doing an excellent job at it.

“But what if we aren’t—“

“Caleb, please—“

And before he can say another word, there’s a rustle of something, wet leaves underfoot as silhouettes cast shadows in the daybreak.

“Shut up, please.” Ben asks, voice almost nothing as they both drop to a crouch behind some shrubbery, a couple hundred feet off. Although capable of seeing them, they were unable to hear what was being exchanged.

From the looks of it though, you had them right where you wanted them. They had halted their riding, the two horses idling as you stood next to a tree, arms bound but within reach. Your mouth was moving, and the two soldiers appeared to be at least satiated with whatever you were saying.

“See? She’s fine,”

Caleb hums, nudging the Major in the ribs. Ben turns to look at him so quickly he’s sure he’s just given himself whiplash.

“If I remember correctly,” He gravels, voice a bit elevated.

“I was the one consoling you,”

“Nah, I don’t remember that.”

Ben watches you carefully, and as if he willed it, your eyes made brief contact with his, looking just past the two officers. Nearly doing a double take, your eyes jump wide, but dart back to the taller man, so you wouldn’t give up their location.

You begin talking, your mouth moving once more but he’s unable to read exactly what you are saying. Catching your unexplainable surprise in what lies so far out into the trees, the shorter man spins around, scanning the horizon for something out of the ordinary.

Just as Ben turns to Caleb, ready to devise some sort of plan, you begin to shriek, piercing screams echoing through empty space as if it was amplified by a thousand.

The one redcoat, the one who was scouting, visibly jumps, turning to face you with a mixture of surprise and anger on his face, while the other attempts to figure out what was causing the screams.

“There was a spider on me!”

Ben will never be sure if there really was one on you, but Caleb audibly laughs, taking the opportunity that was so easily given to them.

Now, completely occupied and unable to console your loud cries, the two make a break for it and cross the remaining yards with ease.

“Hands up,”

Though the click of his flintlock pistol is satisfying, shoving the barrel directly between the man's shoulder blades, the willingness to squeeze the trigger is almost antagonizing. Caleb followed suit to the other officer, eyes trained on you, as if any more movement would cause you harm.

They both hesitantly raise their arms, making no move to agitate the situation further. Ben briefly wonders how you've so quickly wound your way around Caleb's finger, but then again, he'd be lying if you didn't have the same effect on him.

You offer a watery smile, fervently shaking the legs of your pants one last time, shrugging your shoulders as the two men look fixedly at you, shocked nonetheless at your stratagem.

What did nonplus you so much was that they both fired their weapons, and you watch in horror as both bodies crumble lifelessly to the ground.

Both horses, now spooked, take off in a direction that Benjamin doesn't quite care to take note of.

Something that he wishes he never saw was the look in your eyes, the panic and trepidation as if you couldn't really believe what you just saw.

"They didn't do nothin' to ya, did they?"

Caleb is first to break the stalemate, shoving his gun back into the loop on his belt, and stepping around one of the bodies to get closer to you. Smoke clearing, Ben slowly lowers his weapon, eyes impotent to leave yours and feet rooted to the dirt.

"N-no," You shuffle awkwardly, weight shifting back and forth between your feet and now unable to meet either of the men's gaze.

"M'sorry I left...you alone..."

The brunette watches the Major, then his eyes bolt back to you. He's piecing something together in his mind, and before he can say it, Benjamin beats him to it.

"We need to go."

"Ben-" Caleb starts, his hand reaching out to touch your arm, but recoils it back when he realizes the blood that splatters across it.

"Sorry." Is all that can fall from his mouth.

"I-" You swallow thickly, still staring at the ground, just shy of the two bodies.

"It's fine. Thank you.”

It's a whisper, and your gut is screaming at you to run as far away as you can from here, mind reeling at the events that unfolded so quickly yet in slow motion all at the same time.

"What are…er, what are are we gonna do now?"

Ben's silence is agonizing, so you take it upon yourself to fill the quiet.

"Maybe we should...part ways."

Caleb immediately repulses at such an idea, and when he looks to Ben once more for concurrence, he's met with the nauseating truth.

"No, not a chance in hell."

You had said it so maybe Benjamin would remove that tape from his tightly pressed lips. You were so numb to the events that you could not offer anything more than a suggestion to leave.

In reality, the disgust that was eating him up inside was the reasoning behind it all. He would never be able to wipe that look you gave him from his memory, as hard as he might try. His subconscious now had complete control of his actions, and it did nothing but render him speechless.

He wanted you to stay, with him. But articulating that after you just watched him kill a man was downright impossible. He wasn't thinking right, and that was his problem.

"y/n,"

Clearing his throat, you finally tear your gaze away from the ground, blinking up at him expectingly, and it's then he catches the glint in your eyes.

"We will take you back to camp, and you will remain in my tent until nightfall. At that time, I will then personally escort you to the camp line, and from there you will do as you wish."

Caleb opens his mouth to protest, but you purse your lips, pulling some hair away from your eyes.

"Yes, Major."

You were nothing but trouble. It was a thought that had crossed your mind while doing much more than mildly inconveniencing these men just trying to do their duties. You landed in the middle of a war, this was no time to laugh or make fast quips to bargain your time.

This whirlwind dream had just really turned into a nightmare, and for all you know, the moment you cross those camp lines, your fate was in the hands of a time you never knew to call your own.

"Now hold on just a fuckin' second."

"I just said-"

"When have you ever known me to listen? I'm the reason we're standin' right here in the first place!"

He shouts, and Ben finally holsters his flintlock, something you take notice of that he hadn't done yet. The blonde grabs his upper arm, not harshly, but enough to tug him away to whisper something in his ear.

"If you're calling me a bitch, you can do that in front of me."

You call, at long last moving away from the officers, all the while brushing runaway tears from your cheeks. It was fair enough, you in the least deserved some name-calling for the unbridled mess you unknowingly just created.

"Nah, but I won't repeat what he said, cause no lady should ever have to hear such a mouth." Caleb shoves him off.

The three of you exchange glances, and finally, you've had enough. The silent scream you release is more-so for yourself versus for effect, fierce enough that your hands ball into fists and your eyes squeeze shut.

"Y'alright?'

After a good moment, you finally nod.

"I had thought maybe it would wake me up because this isn't fun anymore. I hate being here, I hate all of this. Just please. Take me back to camp, and let me pack a fucking bag, and let me leave."

Ben falters, mouth opening then closing, words fighting to his throat but all he can offer is a noise of approval. You cross your arms, shuffling past Ben as you start off towards the shore, leaving the duo standing, jarred.

"I hope you're happy," The brunette snuffs, watching you go for a second.

"Part of this was my fault, but this is all your fault."

Caleb gives him one more shove for good measure, and starts off after you, calling your name, but you make no move to slow your pace.

If he could find his voice, he'd scream just as loud as you.

[lovecharged]

@tkachukmatthew starter for jonathan 'johnny' rush

"...you come 'ere often then, do ya? look well at home here."

[jcrcmy]

' ¿quién te limitó de esa manera más cruel? a un gato no los tienes que sacar a pasear, ocupan menos espacio, se bañan solos... ' empezó a enumerar como si alguna vez haya tenido algún minino. ¡sí, claro! nunca había tenido tanta suerte. ' sinceramente, no sé si soy de los que se embarcan en misiones que nacen fallidas. lo que te puedo ofrecer son más ideas, ' chasquea los dedos en medio de su iluminación mental. ' un hamster. lo puedes meter a escondidas en el departamento y es tan pequeño que nadie se dará cuenta. ¿qué tal? puede tener los mismos colores de alguno de ellos, ' con la barbilla, señalaba las fotografías de los canes. ¿creía en lo que decía? no. importaba más que el otro le creyera.

‘ corrección: serán míos ’ vaya que es experto en inmiscuir al resto del mundo en sus propias problemáticas, pero ese debate ha estado rondando su cabeza desde hace horas. ‘ no puedo juzgarte, estamos en el mismo punto ’ la palma se posa en el pecho, le es demasiado difícil elegir. puf, ojalá le dieran libertad de tener todos los animales del mundo. ‘ uf, me encantan los gatos — lastimosamente me limitaron a canes ’ chasquea lengua en lo que vuelve a guardar el teléfono en su bolsillo. ‘ mejor ayúdame a pensar, ¿cómo puedo convencer a les profesores de que me dejen tener una mascota en el dormitorio? soy un estudiante brillante, sin mí esta generación no tendría estrellas ’ está exagerando por mera comedia, aún si sí busca argumentos. ‘ merezco una retribución, ¿no? ’

[dibellanyx]

I just had a thought that I can't share with people irl bc none of the Fandoms overlap right—I think ShadowGhast is an AU of Bloodweave.

[wr1tten]

@unbelovd asked: i  dreamed  of  this  place  .    it's  real  ?

the  forest  twinkled  around  them ;      erupted  in  colors  and  life.      a  living,    breathing  organism.      the  strained  smile  perked  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth,    bedlam  reminding  him  to  keep  on  a  happy  face.          ( but  you  wanted  to  save  her.      it  would  be  hard  to  do  without  a  voice to  communicate  it )          button-stitched  where  his  eyes  should  be,    staring  at  the  girl  beside  him.      wybie�� nodded,    but  his  grasp  on  her  hand  was  tight.      pleading.      he  scanned  the  forest  for  any  sign  of  the  other  mother    —    but  even  without  her  presence,    she  was  always  there.      everywhere,    lurking,    whispering.      his  begging  was  silenced  at  his  lips,    but  he  leaned  down,    picking  up  a  stick  from  the  soil.      and  in  the  dirt,    he  etched  one  word;      LEAVE.

[mangjeolie]

todo el tiempo que le toma al otro decidirse por el filtro final, mangjeol lo pasa con la espalda recta y la vista vagando por las paredes y rincones de la cabina. cualquier momento parecía apropiado para seguir escarbando en detalles, aunque de momento no lucía como si fuera a encontrar alguna respuesta allí. sólo cuando siente al otro posar es que regresa su atención al punto donde la cámara enfocaba sus rostros. como era de esperarse, no hubo ninguna expresión reacomodando sus facciones. ' sé cuál es ese-- ' intenta explicar un poco tarde porque el otro no tarda en ofrecerle una referencia visual sobre las famosas. ' sé cuál es. estoy al tanto de qué es un meme también. ' informa con una mirada de soslayo antes de examinar la fotografía entregada. ¿parecía tan anticuada? mmmm. nunca había tenido problemas con ello. ' ¿te la quieres quedar? ' porque parece absolutamente normal es que la ofrece de regreso mientras se pone de pie. después de todo, él ha salido bien.

‘ no lo he pensado a tanta profundidad, no me dejes en evidencia ahora ’ tiene que soltar una pequeña risita aireada, que más bien, sirve como burla a sí mismo. pero vaya, que el comentario al corte de cabello hacía algo de sentido. ‘ pues por qué no, una anomalía o una ruptura del matrix ’ desde que le mencionaron esa última opción los compañeros de litha, no ha dejado de pensarlo. ‘ a ver, a ver ’ está distraído trasteando con todo el asunto de los filtros y, como era su opción principal, se queda con mondrian. gracioso, termina sentándose, sonriéndole a la cámara en una pose de divertimento propia de sus fotos. vaya, que no es la primera ni será la última de la noche. la cabina imprime rápido el resultado y, al sostenerlo entre dígitos, tiene que reírse una vez más. ‘ dios, parecemos el meme de las dos casas ’ le muestra la fotografía mientras que con la otra mano saca el teléfono del bolsillo. una pequeña búsqueda en internet y ya tiene la imagen preparada. así, le enseña la pantalla. ‘ este ’

[jasminexharris]

Jasmine walked into the gym that Caleb was working out at. She missed her boyfriend and he was the first person she wanted to see after having to go back to London to film some reshoots for an upcoming film. Walking over to him, she smiled. "Hey there handsome." She said with a cheeky smile. "Can I steal you away?" @calebwarrenpeace

[sarahthetran]

fjorester, feat. punk ass caleb

[alliekitaguchi]

THE POSSIBILITIES OF THE NEXT EPISODE ARE SENDING ME INTO ORBIT:

Veth & Braius - the horniest throw down of all time feat Sam (x2)

Caleb & Dorian - Caleb (Liam) telling Dorian to get his shit in gear and just TALK to Orym (also Liam)

Fearne & Jester - Ashley and Laura at their most powerful

Yasha & Beau & Fearne & Imogen & Laudna - the gayest thing ive ever seen

Fjord & Cad & Orym - 2 wildmother worshippers who see a small man with a vestige from the wildmother and adopt him immediately

Caleb & Ashton - “my husband said you have a beacon in your head” “yes sir”

Cad & Laudna - two spooky dead people a la the Spider-Man meme

Ashton & Beau - they will either hate each other or love each other

Dorian & Fjord - I truly believe they will match each others freak

Veth & Orym - Sam WILL give Orym (Liam) the shove to talk to Dorian because Sam is a shit-stirrer

Fjord & Imogen - southern to southern connection and then Laura breaks it by being jester and saying “fjord you’re doing the old accent again” and Travis’s nose starts bleeding

Yasha & Braius - black and white monochrome big baddies

Beau & Orym - fighter to fighter connection

Yasha & Orym - tough, angsty widows who found love in a (literal) hopeless place

Braius & Jester & Veth - “wait, why do you look so familiar?”

[stclli]

Sube la vista, como si su mente fuese capaz de crear un acantilado de altura considerable desde el cual pudieran tirarse al mar. No es difícil imaginarlo, hay una buena cantidad de videos en internet con los que se ha cruzado en momentos de ocio. Sin embargo, en todos y cada uno una extraña sensación de vértigo se apoda de su estómago. Stella no es de las que lo piensan demasiado excepto— cuando involucraban alturas.

"Si, bueno, creo que paso. No soy tan adicta a esa adrenalina," le dedica una sonrisita cordial, enfocándose más en que su cuerpo fuese cubierto por el nivel de agua deseado. Con las palmas formando pequeños cuencos, toma porciones de agua con los que se moja los hombros, las clavículas, el cuello. "Hoy quiero la versión disney que no requiera mucha experiencia en el nado, porque no la tengo." Sólo para fastidiar, levantó hacia él una pequeña cortina de agua cuando su palma chocó contra la superficie.

' puf, me encanta. casi todas mis peores decisiones en la vida han sido hechas en nombre de la adrenalina ' las comisuras se estiran con gracia, entre lo impulsivo que es y lo poco que le preocupan las cosas en los momentos clave, mira que se había hecho con un montón de anécdotas. ¿de arrepentimientos? no tantos. ' ¿que odias a la sirenita, dices? anda, si debajo del mar es un temazo ' la frase concluye con un tarareo de las notas míticas de la canción, justo a tiempo para acabar muriéndose de risa. se sumerge un poco más, la temperatura del agua es perfecta. ' no hace tanto de la última vez, pero porque mis compañeros de escuadrón son unos desquiciados ' vira los iris con algo de gracia, vaya que estaba echándoles de menos. ' ¿sabes que les gusta hacer? lanzarse al mar desde acantilados ' estira el brazo para indicar una altura exagerada. ' imagínate, tipo así y pum, al agua ' concluye dejando caer la palma a la superficie, salpicando un poco. ' deberías probarlo a la próxima y subir un poco el nivel '

[erensfeed]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ TILL DEATH DO US PART.

synopsis. aw, an uninvited caleb showed up on your wedding day because he wouldn’t dream of missing it. isn’t he just sweet?

feat. lovesick!caleb x reader (& zayne)

wc. 1k+

cw. obsession. YEARNING. mentions of stalking + everything lovesick. (caleb’s your ex !! putting the ex in extra drama.)

⌞ an⌝. hm? ohh the title? ohhh. yea. ya ignore the title.

Your wedding dress shimmered faintly, the delicate lace illuminated by the soft chandelier light, which cast intricate shadows that moved gently across the dressing room.

Tilting your head ever so slightly, you took a moment to study your reflection in the ornate mirror, a tender admiration for the person you’d become flickering in your eyes.

The ceremony was just some minutes away, and your bridesmaid had slipped out to grant you a much needed moment to yourself.

Of course you’d imagined this moment so many times before—since you were a little girl—but, God… standing here now, it was all just so… surreal.

In the best way possible.

Everything was looking even more magical than you’d ever dreamed of. And so you wanted to remember it all tonight.

All of it.

This was a dream unfolding right before you afterall. The anticipation of this day, and the weight of everything leading up to this moment, swelled inside you, and you… well you couldn’t help but bask in the feeling of it all.

And even though you’d especially tried on your dress countless times prior to this day, in this very moment, it still felt like the very first fitting.

As your reflection gazed back at you, you were reminded of the love, happiness, and the rest of your life with Zayne waiting for you at the altar.

Zayne.

His name alone was enough to remind you of the forever and even more domestic moments you were about to share.

You could even almost feel his gaze now, gentle and certain, locking onto yours the moment you walked toward him at the altar. And how in that moment, the world would fade into nothing, as it would be just the two of you—your hand in his, and his smile lighting up your heart as you shared your vows.

A quiet smile curled on your lips at the thought, your fingertips brushing the delicate lace absentmindedly.

A deep breath filled your chest as you took another moment to drink in the reflection before you, savoring each second here once more before everything would change for the better.

The floorboards whispered beneath your heels as you stepped back to admire the dress from another angle.

When…

“You’re beautiful.”

A voice broke the silence. A voice so… hauntingly familiar.

At that, your smile faltered, slowly replaced by an uneasy stillness.

The words lingered in the air, sending a sickening sense of recognition to the pit of your stomach.

‘That voice…’

At first you thought you were hearing things.

“But then again…” the voice carried on, each word dripping and laced with an almost taunting ease as if to confirm its very real presence. “…You don’t need me to tell you that, do you?”

Words that should have felt warm and comforting, especially from the love of your life, slid over your skin like ice instead—freezing and sharp, making your stomach twist into a knot.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a sharp staccato that drowned out every rational thought in your head.

You know that voice.

You knew that voice.

It once etched into your heart like a lullaby, and had been your safe light in the dark—tethering and grounding you like an anchor.

But now, it weighed heavy. Dark. Unshakable.

A cold shiver slid down your back, the room growing oppressively still, slowly making it difficult to breathe. And before you knew it, your gaze was fully drawn to the mirror.

In it, you saw your reflection yes. But it felt distant and almost unreal as the mirror revealed another figure standing just behind you, his gaze steady and unsettling.

Your breathing grew heavy, yet you couldn’t tear your gaze away. What would then start clinging onto you was the foolish hope that when you turned around, it would somehow be Zayne standing there instead, smiling softly with his arms outstretched and ready to pull you into his embrace.

But the unsettling stillness of the room, the way the figure’s presence seemed to linger and grow with each passing second, shattered the illusion you held.

The widening curve of this figure’s smile only deepened your sense of dread.

There was no hiding that the figure behind you wasn’t Zayne.

And it certainly wasn’t safe no, not anymore.

The calm that had surrounded you just moments ago disappeared. You felt trapped, like the room was closing in on every side.

Suddenly, giving you no time to react, the door of the dressing room slammed and clicked shut with a sickening finality, sealing you inside with your worst nightmare.

You felt rooted to the spot as your feet refused to move.

Your instincts screamed at you to turn and run to cry for help somehow, but your body betrayed you.

Fear had paralyzed you.

Squeezing your eyes shut in acceptance, you managed to release a shaky breath in the process as you braced yourself for what would come next.

“Oh, would you look at that? It’s just the two of us now, like how it was always meant to be.”

Then, as if to crush any hope you could ever think to form, you heard the sound of the key cracking and breaking inside the lock.

“And this time…” He let out a brief, quiet chuckle, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he approached. Standing behind you, his presence pressed against your neck, his breath warm against your skin. Even with your eyes shut, you could now feel that he was very real. “I’ll make sure you never leave me again.”

[alexrosa13]

What a Lie

Caleb x female!reader

Genre: fluff/suggestive/angst

Warnings: minor writing suggestive content!, mc!reader, mention of past trauma/mental health problems, Caleb getting slapped (out of love), reader cries... a lot... cause that's how I feel with his comeback

Note: husband came back from the military guys, it was written for the official contest made by L&Ds, if you'll like my work please consider sneaking a peak to my Twitter/X and leaving something behind to boost my chances for the win, thank you <3 (should I write some additional memories later on? expect something hot)

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Walk through your memories with him to the moment of your reunion.

I feel a little nauseous and my hands are shaking

I guess that means your close by

My throat is getting dry and my heart is racing

I haven't been by your side

In a minute but I think about it sometimes

Even though I know it's not so distant

Oh no, I still wanna reminisce it

Memories of your childhood started flowing down your mind.

The day when you scraped your knee and Caleb took you back home on his back, while trying to calm you down, eventually his ramblings managed to distract you from your cries and a joyful laugh replaced sobs, laughing with tears still lingering in your eyes.

The day when a boy in your school pushed you with succeeded in making you fall and drop all the things previously in your hands. Caleb was close by that day, and noticing the situation rush to your aid, 'threatening' the boy, which almost made him pee his pants, since Caleb was older, and of course that the older kids in school were always scary. After that he helped you gather your things and back at home you thanked him with a bone crushing hug.

Or the day where you were running around with water guns, playing with the other kids in your neighbourhood. By the end of the fun you were both left with wet clothes and hair, but the joy was worth it. Noticing you shaking slightly when the wind blew towards you, he was quick to wrap you in his hoodie and take you home, when you spend the evening playing the games until your granny had to force you two to go to bed.

I think of that night in the park

It was getting dark and we stayed up for hours

What a time, what a time, what a time

You'd cling to my body

Like you wanted it forever

What a time, what a time, what a time

For you and I

What a time, what a time

For you and I

First day of Summer, your teenage years. Right after lunch you two left for a 'short trip' for ice cream, somehow spending the rest of the day walking around, sharing the memories, the one that you made together and those created with and by your friends.

Talks about the future weren't as scary as they will be someday.

Without noticing it the sun has set, your silhouettes visible only because of the street lamps. You were lying on the grass in the park, the area quiet with no one else around. You watched as the fireflies danced in the distance.

"Caleb?" your quiet voice caught the attention of the older boy to you.

"Yes?" his response calm. He heard the hint of the hesitation in your voice.

"Promise to stay with me forever?" your voice broke down, he looked at you, the tears visible in your eyes, threatening to fall down.

"Pipsqueak..." one of his hand went to brush the tear that managed to leave your eye "I promise." he stroked your hair, in a soothing gesture.

None of you knew what the future was planning to throw your way, but both of you believed one thing: that you will stay together, always.

I know we didn't end it like we're supposed to

And now we get a bit tense

I wonder if my mind just leaves out all the bad parts

I know we didn't make sense

I admit it that I think about it sometimes

Even though I know it's not so distant

Oh no, I still wanna reminisce it

Living with the traumatic past wasn't easy. No matter for how long the thoughts of the past events left your mind, they always had a way to remind you of their existence. Never ending cycle.

"It's okay, ssh, it's okay." his gentle voice broke through the sound of your sobs, it was middle of the night, your mind played tricks on you making you mistake what's the reality and what's not.

After about half an hour of silently crying into you pillow your unconscious mind made you walk to his room.

You opened and closed the door silently, he stirred in his bed, clearly not asleep yet and looked your way.

"Pipsqueak?" you looked at him, but your consciousness was closed inside of you, he felt like he was starring at the ghost.

He sat down fast, brushing the covers aside and rushing your way, hiding you in his arms the moment he found himself close enough.

The sobs shook your body with your head falling to snuggle in his neck. The voices in your mind quieting down, leaving only silence behind. The warmth of another human body next to you kept you grounded, making you come back to reality.

You spend minutes, maybe even an hour in his arms, not moving, just listening to his breathing and the beating of his heart. He didn't ask, he just stayed there with you knowing that you needed him, giving you time to calm your thoughts down.

When he noticed your steady breathing and the exhaustion visible on your face he picked you up, carrying you to his bed. He lay down behind you, dropping the covers over you two. One of his arms worked as your pillow, while the second hugged you to him. Slowly you started falling asleep, with a calm mind, last thing that you heard before you doze off was:

"Goodnight pipsqueak." and a gentle kiss on your head.

I think of that night in the park

It was getting dark and we stayed up for hours

What a time, what a time, what a time

You'd cling to my body

Like you wanted it forever

What a time, what a time, what a time

For you and I

What a time, what a time

For you and I

The last night with Caleb home before he had to leave for his aircraft training. You were happy for him, of course you were, but... That didn't help the feeling of sadness that came together with the realization that you won't see him for months to come.

No matter how selfish you wanted to be and keep him with you, you knew how important it was to him, you wouldn't dare to get in the way of his dreams. Shutting down your phone you stood up from your bed, making your way to the room where you always felt the safest. That would change after that room won't have a resident anymore.

You knocked gently on the door, almost sure that he wasn't asleep yet, and your suspicions were confirmed with a quiet 'come in' from the other side of the door.

You grabbed the handle and opened them, they let out a quiet creak.

You noticed that most of his stuff was packed. The messy room that used to be full with various little things now clean and empty. You couldn't help the feeling of your heart tightening up. Finally your eyes meet his, he looked at you expectantly, he probably guessed that you'll visit him tonight, just like you did every time you needed him.

He stayed quiet, waiting for you to say your thoughts, which you did with a shaky voice and your eyes dropping down.

"I'll miss you." you didn't talk about your deep thoughts and problems much, most of the time deciding to stay silent and enjoy the peace that came with the presence of the other. It was also probably because you knew each other so well that you knew what the other was thinking about, no words needed.

"Oh c'mon pipsqueak, I'll be back before you know it. I'll be texting and calling you whenever I can. You won't even notice me gone in between all of your plans and training to become a hunter." he smiled, unbothered. He wasn't worried about your relationship changing for the worse, you two were too close to just forget about each other and start treating the other like a stranger.

Noticing your sulking form he stood up from where he sat on his bed, placing the photo of you and him that he was looking at before you came to him back on the shelf. He walked up to you, grabbing your chin with one of his palms, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"You know; goodbyes are not forever." the smirk on his lips made you scoff. He really couldn't treat that situation seriously, could he?

"So you won't miss me huh? Okay, got it." your voice let out the annoyance you felt at his indifferent demeanor.

"Of course I will, but I know that I'll see you again." his hand went up to mess up your hair, you caught his arm with both of your hands, but because of the sudden movement you stumbled a bit, your body falling his way. Luckily his fast reflexes managed to catch you in time, pulling you close to his body in the process. Your breaths stopped for a moment, your hearts starting to beat faster, none of you wanted to look the other in the eye right now.

The atmosphere in the room changed. Something unspoken lingered in the air. For the first time in forever you wondered what the other was thinking with no clue if your suspicions were right. You didn't know if you should move away, stay in one place or... Move closer..?

You felt his hand gently caressing the back of your neck.

"Tell me you don't want this." he whispered with his head dropping to yours, it was one of those times when you got a reminder of just how tall he is. Your forehead rested on his torso, the words not leaving your mouth.

What did you want?

Uncertainly your hands went up to his face, your palms gently caressing his cheeks. The hand on your neck made you raise your head up, the other one coming to hold your chin, his finger softly tracing your lips.

"Please tell me you don't want this." his voice even quieter than before, the words leaving his mouth with his face centimetres away from yours.

"I don't want to lie." you swallowed nervously, was it really happening?

He looked at you for a moment longer, trying to catch a glimpse of uncertainty in your eyes, finding none his body decided what to do before his mind could.

His lips came to meet yours, slow and gentle at first, but the very moment you reciprocated the affection his hand left your neck to wrap itself around your waist, pulling you even closer to him and deepening the kiss.

You lost track of the time, everything else not important right now, millions of unspoken feelings finding their way onto the surface. You felt a tear tracing your cheek, not even sure when you started crying.

After what felt like seconds, which probably were a couple of minutes, you broke the kiss with the need to breath. You opened your eyes, your gaze finding his, the longing in his eyes will probably stay in your mind forever to remind you of him every time you'll try to fall asleep.

Once more, there was no need for words, both of you knew what the other one thought and wanted, your heavy breathing met the quietness of the night, and in the next second your hands grabbed his t-shirt to pull him back in harshly, his palms matched your fierceness, pulling you by your waist and the back of your head. The noises of heated kisses and quiet moans filled the air, you hugged his neck, standing on your toes to get even closer to him.

You'll miss him so much.

For you and I

For you and I

For you and I

First months without him made you feel so lonely, it felt so weird to not be able to walk up to his room and hug him to sleep, or wake up without him making you breakfast.

He kept his promise, calling and texting you when he could, but that didn't happen often, since rookies were rarely given a time to spend on their phones.

You were staring at the photo of him smiling with the necklace you gifted him perfectly visible, the plushie that he won at the arcade for you when you were teenagers tightly wrapped in your arms.

The night you spent with him months ago still in your head. That man turned your world upside down, changing your attitude towards him drastically. You felt like you were fourteen having a crush on the boy from your class and planning all the things on how to win him over.

Soon he'll be here. Where he belongs, with you.

But until then the memories of him will have to somehow be enough.

You played the voice message he sent you a couple days ago again. The words leaving his mouth were already memorized by you, his voice brought you a sense of calm nothing else could.

He was cruel to leave you for so long after sharing his feelings for you the night of his departure.

But... You were cruel too, letting him have you the night he had to leave, making him leave with the memories of your warmth and comfort, with the memory of your quiet pleads to remember about you and to come back to you, you were so fragile in his arms, the walls you build up around yourself collapsing the moment his skin touched yours underneath the covers, with the moon being the only witness to your love.

What a time, what a time

For you and I

What a time for you and I, yeah

What a time, what a time

For you and I

The tap out ceremony after finishing the training was today, Granny let you go there by yourself, saying something about having a doctor appointment. Caleb will stay at your apartment for the first days, since your rooms in your childhood home are currently in a not really good state.

You were excited and nervous at the same time, your heart threatened to break through your chest with how strong it was beating.

You got there and saw all those people, soldiers, standing in perfect rows, people looking for their kids, siblings, lovers. A lot of noises full of joy could be heard from everywhere around you. Slowly, you walked forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the boy who's been living in your mind rent-free for the past months.

It took you some time, but you finally noticed him. He wasn't facing your way, so he had no way of knowing you were already there. You felt your eyes getting glossy, and your hand went to cover your mouth. You stood there for a moment, finally seeing him in person after what felt like forever spent without him by your side. How much has he changed?

Not letting your thoughts distract you for too long you finally took slow steps his way, walking between the lines of other people waiting for their close ones.

You found yourself right before him, his gaze stayed focused ahead of him, emotionless expression still on his face, waiting for your touch.

You took a moment to admire him. He looked almost nothing like the boy that left, a man now, one could say. Did he change on the inside too? Is he still your Caleb?

With a deep breath you stepped even closer to him, your arms behind your back. Standing now centimetres away from him, your smile widens and finally you shoot up to embrace him in the hug that you needed for months now.

He didn't miss a beat, instantly hugging you back, and picking your body above the ground.

"I told you I'll be back." he said, with his mouth right above your ear. You didn't respond, just hugged him even tighter, letting the gesture speak instead of words.

You were finally home.

I think of that night in the park

It was getting dark and we stayed up for hours

What a lie, what a lie, what a lie

You'd cling to my body

Like you wanted it forever

What a lie, what a lie, what a lie

For you and I

What a lie, what a lie

For you and I

He was right there, the same..? But different...

How could he... After so long...

Your expression gave out the million thoughts stucked in your head.

You started at him, was it really him?

You had enough of crying after that guy, blaming yourself for what happened, that you should go inside of the house with him, or maybe said one sentence more to keep him outside, anything.

And now... It all didn't matter. He was here, changed, but still him.

More tears lingered in your eyes, you felt like you were drowning, couldn't breath, your heart racing. It couldn't be real. He couldn't be real.

He looked at you indifferent, as if not moved at all by the sight of you before him.

You felt your knees giving up, before collapsing under you and sending your body to the ground. But before you could hit the hard floor your body stayed above it, before gently getting lowered down. You heard steps coming closer to you, but your eyes stayed focused on the floor, not really understanding what is happening right now.

You felt a hand holding your chin, making you raise your head and look the man in the eyes. It couldn't be...

"What? You don't recognize me anymore?" his tone cold, was it really the very person who plugged your mind everyday?

"Caleb..?" your voice so quiet that you almost didn't hear it yourself. You saw his gaze soften, more and more tears started filling your eyes. You started at him, not knowing what to do now. You believed he was dead for so long.

"It's me. I'm back." he said, his tone changing for something softer this time, dropping his cold demeanor.

You raised your hand slowly towards his face, he looked at it for a moment, letting you take your time with processing the situation.

But then you did something unexpected...

The sound of a slap echoed in the room, he looked at you in shock. You did not just do that.

"That..." your voice shook, with sadness, but also anger "Is for your 'death'." the last word came out snarky.

"Pipsque-" you pulled him by his uniform's collar crushing your lips with him, he stayed frozen, his eyes widening. He wasn't expecting that. Before he had a chance to reciprocate your angry kiss you already pulled back, pushing him away from yourself.

"And this... Is for your return." tears fell down your face, he stared at you in awe. You weren't crying. Little drops were still making their paths on your face, but there were no sobs, no shaking of your body, not even sadness left in your eyes. There was numbness... But also hope in your gaze. One thing that he wished at this very moment was that he'll manage to make everything okay. He has to make everything okay.

For you and I (For you)

For you and I (For you)

For you and I (For you and I)

For you and I, yeah

[chaosseeking]

caleb and beau: having the Worlds Most Awkward Hug Ever fjord and yasha: coaching on the sidelines (tighter beau!) (pat her caleb!) tmn: applauds because they're trying to emote and this is a great feat for both of them

[thursdaygrl]

was this what it was now for them? they would be two people across a room with someone else on their arm? though marisol smiles and holds onto spencer, she can't help but be aware of how wrong it feels, how strange. the love she has for caleb hasn't been eaten away at even half as much as it needs to be for it to not sting when his own date appears. her gaze shoots to his arm around her waist and she smiles politely. "wow, hi. so nice to meet you." she's polite, easily finding the ability to be polite even when she doesn't want to be. "that dress is so gorgeous." she compliments and the small talk continues for a little bit, until spencer finds an excuse for them to leave. as they walk away, marisol can't help but peer over her shoulder at caleb, but she's embarrassed by the movement when amelia catches her, prompting her to walk faster.

there was a part of caleb that felt like the two of them just needed a one on one chat to lay everything out on the tables... maybe it'll give them a bit of closure or ignite something that was always brewing. seeing the smile upon her face at the mention of a date made his heart sting, he had no rights -- especially when he came with someone else as well. eyes falls upon the male, as he bursted their alone time. "ah, nice to meet you. i'm caleb," he states, eyes shifting around the room as his date appears by his side, his arm instantly snakes around his girl's waist. "oh, yeah -- this is amelia," he states introducing her to the others.