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sorry . sorry sorry sorry but alpha caleb loves watching you nest

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I think Xav and Fem Xav will actually try to off each other

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I think Xav and Fem Xav will actually try to off each other

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I think Xav and Fem Xav will actually try to off each other

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sleepy cuddles with caleb ♡

inspired by this twitter post

“caleb?” you whisper as you peek into his room from the door.

it’s late, and you both have to work tomorrow. but your brain won’t let you rest. his lights are off, window slightly open. the moonlight pours into a corner of the room.

when you see the slight up and down of his chest, you realize he’s asleep. which nowadays, is a good thing. you wanted to be the last person to interrupt that.

but a selfish part of you think it’s okay. it’s okay to go to him. because caleb is always there for you.

you tiptoe into his room, shutting the door gently. you expect him to wake up at some point in between, but there’s no reaction. you slowly walk to his bed, leaning over to see his peaceful expression.

caleb looks so cute like this.

you move the blanket up slightly, the mattress dipping slightly as you lay down beside him. for a little bit, you look at him. well, not really at him but his back.

bright, dependable, perfect caleb.

the urge comes over you silently, as you wrap your arms from behind him. you snuggle yourself into his back, not caring if he wakes up from your movements. he’s warm, gentle, protecting.

this is your caleb.

“p-pipsqueak?” he mumbles, hands on your arms as he shifts around to face you. you let him, immediately closing the distance as you snuggle up against his chest. he invades all of your senses, but you welcome it wholeheartedly.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, caressing your hair and enveloping you in his arms entirely.

“couldn’t sleep, wanted to be with you.” you mumble against his chest, hugging him tightly as you try to move impossibly closer to him.

“yeah? i got you, honey.” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“love you.. g’night caleb.”

“g’night pipsqueak, i love you more.”

and as you fall asleep in each other’s arms, you think it’s okay to be selfish. because caleb will do anything for you.

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hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month

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drowsy 🪼

— (rafayel)

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my baby my babyyyy or however it goes

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men who are hard to read until you get them in bed and then every "i can't believe you're letting me do this to you" thought is written clearly on their face and moaned into your ear

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i think being dragged into a big beefy man's lap so he can play with my hair until he's done could fix me

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i was possessed by a demon to draw caleb in this pose <3

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You’ve worn Caleb's things before: hoodies when you forgot yours, old shirts during late-night movies, his flight jacket once during a storm. He never mentioned it. Never made it weird. 

But now that you’re dating? 

It’s different. 

He walks in—still half-tired from a morning run, headphones looped around his neck—and sees you in one of his old academy tees, one that you definitely weren’t wearing when he left. It’s soft, old, and hangs off your frame like it belongs there. 

“Whoa, hold on,” He pauses mid-step, blinking once. Then again, like it’ll make a difference. 

You glance up, confused. “What?” 

He gestures vaguely. “That’s my shirt.”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “It was clean. Sort of.” 

He tilts his head, eyes flickering over you slowly. 

“Okay,” he says, voice steady. “See, that’s not fair.” 

“What isn’t?”

“You. In that.” he motions aimlessly, as if the sight of you short-circuited his vocabulary. 

“It’s just your shirt.” 

“Yeah, and this is exactly how people end up late to work.” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face like it might cool him off. “I was supposed to be productive today.” 

You raise a brow. “And you can’t be… because of a t-shirt?” 

“Because it’s my t-shirt. And you’re walking around in it like that’s not a weapon.” 

You laugh, turning back towards the coffee machine—but he keeps watching you, arms crossed, jaw working like he’s debating something. 

Then, quieter: “You gonna give it back?” 

“Why? You wanna wear it now?” you tease. 

His mouth twitches into a smirk. “Nah. I just wanna know if I should keep it under my pillow for later.” 

You pause. 

“...You mean to wear it again?” 

He shrugs casually. “Sure. That too.”

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thinking abt boyfriend!caleb...

boyfriend!caleb who fixes everything without you even needing to ask. drawer sticking? already taken care of. lamp flickering? rewired it. he doesn't tell you—he just watches as you notice it later and coyly grins into his coffee. 

boyfriend!caleb who claims he's not tired after a long mission, only for you to find him half-asleep on the couch, boots still on and one arm curled around a pillow. His mouth is slack, just barely drooling onto the fabric, grumbling something unintelligible as you try to take off his shoes for him. 

boyfriend!caleb who never talks about his nightmares, but you know he has them. sometimes you wake to find him already staring at the ceiling, eyes tired and fingers quietly tracing his necklace. you don't press—you just reach for his hand under the covers, and he squeezes back like that's all he needed to fall back asleep again. 

boyfriend!caleb who always insists on carrying the groceries, your bags, or even your water bottle if you're out walking together. “what kind of man would I be if I let you haul this on your own?” he says, smug—but you catch him sneaking glances at your smile every time. 

boyfriend!caleb who brushes your hair behind your ear while you're half-asleep just to get a better look at your face. when your eyes flutter open, he’s still staring, mischief in his voice as he mutters, “would you look at that—i’m still not dreaming. guess i’m really stuck with you after all, pips.” 

boyfriend!caleb who likes it when you sit on the counter while he cooks. Not because it's helpful, but because he likes having you close, swinging your legs and stealing tastes while he pretends to scold you. “that’s for the plate, not your fingers. …okay, one more.” you’re lucky you're cute. 

boyfriend!caleb who doesn't say he's jealous, but suddenly gets a lot clingier after someone else makes you laugh. an arm slung around your waist, chin hooked over your shoulder, voice low and casual as he asks, “new friend of yours?” as much as you tease, he just hums and pulls you closer. “didn't know I needed to remind you who you belong to.” 

boyfriend!caleb who hates fighting with you—not because he can't argue, but because he refuses to let it wedge between you. even if he's still annoyed, he'll find you in the dark, sliding his arm around your torso, voice firm. “we’re not ending the night like this. i’m mad, you're mad, fine. but i’m not losing sleep over something we can fix. not with you.” 

boyfriend!caleb who pouts when you steal his jackets, but always makes sure the next one you take smells freshly laundered and has something tucked in its pocket—a wrapped candy, a scribbled note, a folded paper star—something small. something tender. something that’s his. 

boyfriend!caleb who doesn't flinch when you're angry because he wants you to feel safe expressing anything with him. he lowers his voice, softens his expression and says, “okay, hit me with it. no shields.” and he listens. 

boyfriend!caleb who dreams of a small life away from the fleet, from Ever, from everything. a place where no one knows his name, where the two of you can be ordinary. even when you blow off the prospect, he’s already mapped it out in his head, blueprints and all. 

boyfriend!caleb who doesn't let you see how much it kills him that he's part machine. but every time your fingers brush the metal of his arm, and you don't flinch—every time you press your lips to the cold and say, “still you”—something in him stitches back together. 

boyfriend!caleb who can't stop watching you when you're distracted. reading, cooking, tying your shoes, it doesn't matter. he stares like you're the most fascinating thing in the world. and when you catch him, he just shrugs. “what? can't look at my beautiful girl?” 

boyfriend!caleb who says “mine” under his breath when he kisses you. it’s not about ownership, it’s about fear. like he still can’t believe you chose him. like if he doesn’t say it out loud, the world might steal you back. 

boyfriend!caleb who has contingency plans for if you go missing. not because he doesn't trust you (at least, for the most part), but because the world is dangerous. he's memorized every route of town, planted caches, and learned the faces and names of potential threats. you’ll never know how deep it goes. 

boyfriend!caleb who keeps a photo of you hidden behind the inner clasp of his uniform, its surface creased and edges softened by time and touch. no one knows it's there, not even you—but when the world turns brutal, pressures high and hands bloody, he’ll press his fingers to it like a lifeline. and sometimes, when no one's looking, he unfolds it—just for a moment—and allows his eyes to soften in a way his subordinates never see. you’re his axis. his anchor. his only constant in a world of smoke and lies. he’d crawl through fire, through blood, and through everything he hates about himself just to come home to you. 

Anyways... more Caleb here :)

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who the hell is he? — you’re thirsting over a character, but he doesn’t know you’re talking about someone fictional

౨ৎ ft. rin, nagi, and sae

contents. fluff, crack, the boys get a lil jealous hehe, suggestive for sae’s part (mdni), the fictional characters reader is thirsting over are from l&ds lmfaooooo

note. this is my first bllk smau pls be nice 🫣 i’m trying to get comfy writing more bllk characters!! feel free to request :3

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hello my first post on this app,, how do u do this

the reference picture i used was inzaghi hehe