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˖⋆ * .♡*･Face Kisses Returned Pt. I ݁ ⋆ *.♡ *˚

You (MC) are surprised by an onslaught of face kisses from him.

Part I: The Xavier and Caleb Editions

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Xavier

It had been a bothersome mission, but both you and Xavier had returned to the Association with minimal cuts and bruises—nothing bad enough to warrant anything more than a basic medkit. All that being said, as you finish up your report on the attack, you can feel it the entire time—Xavier’s intense gaze from across the room.

He’d been by your side when you’d fumbled out there. It was a minor mistake, one you corrected instantly and with hardly any effort. But still, Xavier worries. You know a part of him wants to put all decorum aside and rush to your side to check on you. He resists valiantly, though you’re certain you’re not the only one who has noticed how intensely he’s been staring at you.

He's clearly not getting any work done, either, because by the time you finish up, he blinks in surprise to see you grab your things and get up to go.

“Are you leaving already?” he asks.

“Yeah, I finished my paperwork, didn’t you?”

“Um… yeah? Hold on a second, we can head home together,” he says, as Jenna suddenly strides into the room, her eyes falling on him as if he is just the person she was looking for.

“Xavier. May I speak with you for a moment?”

You and Xavier look at each other for a split second before he hums once in resignation, “Hm, never mind then.”

Feeling a little bad, you watch him walk away before starting your journey back home. You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were until you step over the threshold of your front door. Flopping onto the couch, you pass out entirely. 

So entirely, you don’t notice the texts. You don’t notice the initial, quiet knock on the door. Nor do you notice the slightly louder, more frantic knocks that come later, followed by a phone call.

You do, however, wake up to the sight of a disheveled hunter standing above where you lie on the couch, his blue eyes wide.

You sit up, completely alert. It isn’t like Xavier to have so many emotions across his face. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when he drops to his knees in front of the couch, grabbing your face in his hands and placing several intentional, stern, yet still sweet, kisses against your face.

His heart is racing in his chest as he does. You’ve never felt it pound this hard and you start to feel guilty. 

“Xavier?” you murmur, as he finishes placing his kisses and nuzzles himself into your neck, inhaling deeply and letting out a soft sigh.

“You didn’t respond. I thought…” he starts, then hums and grabs ahold of you, pulling you off the couch so quickly you gasp in surprise. But he hugs you against him so tightly, you don’t dare protest.

“I’m alright, Xavie. Really.”

“Yeah, I can see that now.”

You hear it. The slight accusation in his voice. The pout in the way he murmurs against your skin. It’s almost enough to make you giggle, and you definitely would have if the situation wasn’t so serious.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t realize I was so tired,” you try to explain, and he all but ignores you, simply drawing you closer, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“But you did, though,” he says, finally lifting his head, the pout pulling the corners of his lips down in a pretty little arch. If you felt guilty before, now it washes over you in a wave.

Leaning in, you plant a kiss against the corner of his lips where the frown is the deepest. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you return the hug from earlier, pushing into him so hard he falls back onto the carpet and hugs you closer and closer.

“Please don’t do that to me again, my star,” he murmurs, his heartbeat already returning to its steady pace, “Please, at least send me a text when you get home from a mission like that. I don’t think my heart can handle another scare like that.”

“I promise. I’m honestly so sorry. How can I make it up to you?”

“Hmm… I forgive you,” he stifles a yawn, already falling asleep underneath you, “So let’s just stay here for a little while. Yeah?”

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Caleb

“Cay Cay!” you holler, walking into the house much louder than you usually would, considering the Colonel’s long hours the day before. Typically, you try to get Caleb to take as much rest as he needs. And he’s so stubborn on his stance that he’s the one who should be taking care of you, that you’re rarely able to convince him to sleep as easily as you did last night.

Today, however, you can feel the chaos rolling off of you in waves. The desire to bother your boyfriend is extremely high. Sleep be damned, you’re gonna get the attention you so greatly desire this morning.

You yell the dorky nickname again, dropping your bags in the living room, giggling at the sound of a grumble and groan from down the hall in the bedroom.

Peeking into the room, you notice first that the Colonel’s uniform is discarded, folded over a chair, cap set neatly on top. He lies on his stomach on the bed, shirtless, with his elbow folded under his head. When you walk in, he peeks up at you with one eye, the other still pressed into his bicep.

“Are you sleeping?” You whisper, as if not wanting to disturb him.

“I was about 2 minutes ago,” he murmurs, his voice still gravelly with sleep.

You gasp dramatically, before flopping down beside him, pressing your face to the warm, bare skin of his shoulder, admiring the faint freckles across his skin. As if you hadn’t just ruined his rest, he happily unfolds his arm and wraps it around you, dragging you toward him as he rolls over and pulls you flush into his chest.

Face heating up at the sensation of being buried against his chest, you giggle and push him away.

“You’re gonna suffocate me doing that, Caleb,” you pout, wiggling upward to lie face-to-face with him. He grins sleepily, not saying anything, but staring at you for a long moment. Then, finally, he reaches out and traps you with his hands, smushing your face gently as he plants kiss after kiss after kiss against your cheeks, forehead, nose, eyes, and finally your lips.

Each kiss warms you up more than the last, until you feel like you might burst from how shy you feel about this whole ordeal. When he finishes, he grins like he just accomplished a great feat.

“What was that all about?” you mumble, looking away from him and clearing your throat.

“Hm?” He teases, “Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend? Not even when she looks so cute all snuggled up in my arms like this.”

“I do not look cute and snuggly. You do,” you grumble, burying your face in his shoulder.

He hums contentedly, “You gonna stay here and keep me company?”

“I dunno, I might have plans,” you tease, running a finger down the center of his chest.

“Hmm, as a matter of fact, you do have plans. I’m reading your calendar right now as we speak and all it says for the next 12 hours is ‘spend time with Cay-Cay'. Looks like you're right and that you’re all booked.”

“It doesn’t say that,” you snort, “And don’t get used to the name ‘Cay-Cay’, I was trying to annoy you with a horrible nickname.”

“It sure does say that,” he insists, “And Cay-Cay knows exactly what you were trying to do with that nickname. But, I don’t know… it’s kinda growing on me, Pips.”

“Oh my gosh, stop it!” you wiggle out of his grasp, moving so quickly that he fails to grab you on time as you leap out of the bed. This doesn’t stop him, however, and he tosses the blanket aside and chases after you.

You make it two steps out of the bedroom before two strong arms wrap around your middle and lift your feet off the floor, causing you to giggle and wheeze.

“Now where do you think you’re off to, huh? Wakin’ me up and bothering me, then running away? Nope. Come on back to Colonel Cay-Cay’s bed for some much-needed rest and relaxation. And that’s an order.”

You giggle and squeal as he heaves you back into the bedroom, hugging you to his chest like a child with their favorite teddy bear.

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I'm not SUPER happy with these, but I haven't posted in a while and wanted to toss something out into the world lol Still think they're pretty cute, tho. I imagine Xavie's is pretty early on in their relationship.

taglist❤: @fallthelong

MY LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MASTERLIST

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first tumblr post i present u all pouty raf 🤲🏻

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i'm editing the next scenario's post and xavie's got more angsty than i intended it to oh no!

still gonna post it because i wanna post SOMETHING, but idk we'll see...

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post workout, still catching his breath— the kind of view that makes your heart race harder than any exercise.

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the wolf has started showing his claws

Has Xavier been smirking a lot lately..?

actually, it's more like..he's stopped pretending and started showing MC more and more of his true nature 🤭

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Yeah I definitely wonder if they can sense Dawnbreaker sometimes and if that's what makes them uneasy.

Agghhhhhh I don't even know what to expect for his myth but I'm shaking in my boots waiting for it! I know it's gonna end me 😩

Is it Zayne’s intense and direct link to the spiritual world that makes cats uncomfortable around him?? I know that in many cultures cats have links to the spiritual world themselves. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it and it's just because his hands are cold?

At any rate, they better knock it off and let him pet them right now or I'm gonna cry 😠😭

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Is it Zayne’s intense and direct link to the spiritual world that makes cats uncomfortable around him?? I know that in many cultures cats have links to the spiritual world themselves. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it and it's just because his hands are cold?

At any rate, they better knock it off and let him pet them right now or I'm gonna cry 😠😭

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you got a bad ending

would you like to try again for a happier one?

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.⋆𓇼𓆉. 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹

╰ 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE: YOU AND MIDSUMMER

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"I love you but you're doing wrong in a way I cannot condone" and "I hate you but you're being wronged in a way I cannot stomach" are top tier and I need more of them.

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If you’re chronically ill, imagine your f/o fighting the doctors who medically gaslight you

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I wish to live in Star Trek mostly for the med scanners. not even for treatment like I just want to know wtf is going on in there

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Me encanta el wiwi 💕

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WRITE IT ANYWAY!!! EVEN IF YOU DONT THINK YOURE GOOD ENOUGH!!! WRITE!!! IT!!!! ANYWAY!!!!!!!

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this might come across as anti capitalist but,,,,,, i want to enjoy life

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Being naughty with the photobooth again

To the Reddit Post with Templates

When you originally just wanted to update their avatars and nicknames ... xD

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To whoever made the decision to cut from that sun-drenched field of lilies to the ash-dark ruin of war—know that I am on my knees. That transition? That whiplash of light into void? Pure, undiluted cinema. You didn’t just set a mood—you ripped the sky in half and made us feel it. I bow to your craft.

The dread. The silence. The after.

I saw it, and I foamed at the mouth. I loved it. I feared it. I haven’t known peace since.

Give this person a raise. Or a kingdom.