#caleb x reader fluff

[ninikrumbs]

Proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

est. relationship. Caleb x Reader. early relationship. love and deepspace

Where you realize that despite being the big bad Colonel of the Farspace Fleet. Caleb can still be a bit childish sometimes.

You were angry. Berating him for being so reckless and stupid during a deepsapce mission. It was comical, watching a small thing like you scold the Colonel of the farspace fleet.

There you were with you're hands on your hips towering overing his muscled form by merely and inch or two even as his sat. He could see your mouth moving, your furrowed brows and exasperated eyes. Yet he heard nothing and he hopes you won't notice. Maybe a few words came through like "Idiot!, not thinking! and dummy Caleb!"

All he knows that his brain only wants to focus on more important things like how your soft lips looks so plump and glossy-a new lip gloss, maybe? how your eyes seem to glow and sparkle under the sunlight. He has wholeheartedly accepted that that shade was his favorite color ever since you were kids. And your hair? and that scent? It makes him unconsciously move closer to you. His hands twitching, just aching to touch you.

"Caleb! Are you even liste-"

"How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?" He grins up at you, brushing up his hair. Not a single serious thought behind those eyes.

You stutter with your words. "Wha- are you- stop distracting me." Shaking your head, you take a deep breath trying to stablelize yourself despite the obvious blush creeping up your face. "Really mad."

"I'll apologize later." Before you could protest he closes the distance between your lips, pulling you closer by the waist as he angles his head to kiss you deeper, longer. Trapping you between his legs so you wont pull away too fast. Your hands snake through his hair, moaning softly into his mouth. His lips were so desperate, so eager to taste what you'd allow him.

The sound of your lips echoed a bit throughout your empty apartment. You tried to pull away but kissing him came as naturally to you as breathing air. It was an automatic response.

After a hot minute, You manage to pull away a bit, "Caleb, we nee-" He cuts you off with another kiss, voice husky and deep, "just a bit more."

Some part of you wants to give in, but one of you had to be a responsible adult. Suprisingly, it wasn't Caleb. With your hunter training you somehow managed to pry yourself away from his grubby hands.

"Pipsqueak! A few more seconds." And slight pout decorated his face as his eyes droop comically. He looked like a kicked puppy.

Coughing, you tried and failed to appear stern especially with your face still red. "Caleb, you can't just kiss while Im scolding you! And I was being serious, you can't even listen to me for one minute?!"

"I swear I was listening!"

You glare at him. "No, you weren't. You were too busy ogling me."

So you did notice. Heh. He looks away innocently. "I can't help it if my girlfriend's so pretty I can't focus."

"Caleb."

As a punishment, you decided to lecture him a good 5 meters away.

AN: first time writing for Caleb. I dont know if I wrote him right.

[swanlikely]

Current Brainrot: PDA VS. Boyfriend Caleb!

Author's Note: I was feeling soft and mushy today instead of lewd and smutty—so you’re getting clingy, lovesick Caleb. I promise the debauchery will return, but for now? Enjoy the fluff. (Artist & Original Post)

not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and I'll fix it!

Caleb does not give a fuck about PDA. Not even a little. In fact, he seems personally offended by the idea of not touching you at all times, like physical contact is the only thing keeping him tethered to Earth. (Ironic for someone who has a gravity manipulation evol, I know.)

You're the PDA couple in line for amusement park rides. The ones people pretend not to stare at while Caleb leans over you with his chin on your head, swaying side to side like you’re his favorite song. His hands are somewhere on you: around your waist, in your back pockets, or just flat on your stomach like he’s claiming territory.

At the grocery store? You’re trying to compare pasta sauces and he’s behind you, arms looped around your hips like you're the most fascinating shelf in the store. You shift a step to the left; he shuffles with you like you’re in a three-legged race. A lady clears her throat behind you in the aisle and Caleb, unbothered, just kisses the back of your neck and asks if you want the spicy marinara.

Friends have stopped commenting. You sit on Caleb’s lap like it’s your assigned seat. He hooks his chin over your shoulder during game nights, one hand playing with your fingers under the table while the other deals cards like nothing’s out of the ordinary.

He once tried to hold your hand during a dentist appointment.

“You don��t even have any cavities,” you hissed.

“I missed you,” he said, two feet away.

You’re not even sure he knows he’s doing it anymore. It’s second nature to him, an unconscious act. Caleb waited so long for you. There’s no going back. You’re doomed.

His gym routine has become a team sport. Caleb loves—loves—when you sit on his back while he does pushups. He’ll drop to the floor, slap the space between his shoulder blades, and go, “C’mon, Pips, get on. I need motivation.” You try to be serious about it, but he starts grinning the second you're up there like it’s the best part of his workout. And God help you if you cheer him on; he’ll do twice as many, just to impress you.

Doomed to forehead kisses in traffic. Doomed to shared straws and linked pinkies while you walk. Doomed to being the human equivalent of a teddy bear he refuses to put down.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[myntrose]

oh that's.. that's hot..

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ in which you randomly text the lads boys "that's hot" in the middle of a conversation

a/n: had to split in two part I'm srry 🥹 and pls send requests!! This was inspired to when my guy friend was scolding me for being clumsy and all I could think of was "oh.. ur so fine" HAHAHA

content warning: suggestive for the most part, fluff, crack, mc is just down bad for the boys

featuring: Zayne, Sylus, Caleb x reader (separately)

pt.2 : (Xavier, Rafayel)

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊ zayne

𓅂:.｡. slyus

❦︎°ೃ࿔*:･ caleb

@myntrose 2025 - do not copy or translate

[magicdustsworld]

Would you believe if I say husband!Caleb is petty?

You've been in a pretty bad mood since this morning and all of your anger is targeted at him. However, rather than blowing up and taking the whole Linkon city down with you—you are hell bent on giving him the cold shoulder.

Caleb has tried everything in order to weasel back into your good graces; but you seem to not budge at all. Therefore, he does what any responsible, mature husband would do.

He tightens every single jar in the kitchen and places them in the highest rack.

It doesn't take long for the inevitable to occur. Sooner than he predicted, he hears the sound of your frustrated grumble floating from the kitchen. Barely hiding the conceit blooming in his chest, he strolls towards the damsel in distress—you.

"Fuck this," you curse under your breath, trying to twist the lid of pasta sauce jar with all your might.

No luck.

Caleb leans on the door, folding his arms over his chest and one of the most condescending smirks lines his lips. Watching as your expression shifts from stubborn determination to murderous rage in a matter of seconds.

"Got a problem, pipsqueak?"

You freeze for a second. The next, you whip around—death burning in your eyes. "You—" inhaling a sharp breath, voice deceptively low. "You did this on purpose."

Rather than admitting, he lifts a brow, "Did what? Store things out of your adorable little reach? That's just called good kitchen organization."

The corner of your lip curls down into a sneer—blood curdling in your veins. Stomping over to him, you thrust the jar to his chest, "Open it."

For all what Caleb is, he does take the jar from you but makes no effort to open it. Instead, he tilts his head, "No apology?"

"For what?"

"For freezing me the whole morning?" He says, tapping the lid. "You want me to do something then you gotta play nice, pipsqueak."

Again with that nickname...

Your fingers twitch, like you are considering the possibility of smacking some sense into him but choose against it. It is clear that he is enjoying this game he is playing—seeking out ways to prove just how dependent you are on him regarding everyday things. And although you don't want to ask for his help, you have little choice in the matter. Besides, with the way he is looking at you presently, the reason as to why you were mad at him is suddenly lost.

Taking a controlled deep breath, you school your expression into the most fake smile ever and say through gritted teeth, "My insufferable, dearest husband, will you please open the jar for me?"

Caleb grins, twisting the lid off with ease; an act which leaves you infuriated rather than impressed. "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

Instantly you snatch it back, whispering something incomprehensible under your breath although Caleb catches the wisp of a word like jar opener. However, before you can walk away, your husband reaches for your wrist, tugging you back.

"Next time you are mad at me..." He pauses, weighing his next words carefully, "...just say so, hmm?"

With that, he seals his request with a chaste kiss to your forehead.

Your heartbeat seems to have increased by a mile—thumping inside your ribcage so hard that you can hear it. A heat spread over your cheek and ears. You let out a huff to shroud the fluster in your being.

"Next time, I am poisoning your food."

To which, Caleb laughs—that stupidly annoying laughter that makes you weak in your knees—before stealing another kiss on your lips.

"Then I'll just have to eat it, pipsqueak."

I've recently played lnds and I am obsessed with it 🥹

[syncaleb]

── .✦ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 & 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 -> « link »

•caleb casually drops the “we’re dating” lie at school like it’s no big deal. he is tired of the guy who sends you ‘wanderer samples’, or the dude who comes over the house asking to ‘borrow’ your homework. besides, he is a senior, older than you — soon he will leave the school & his precious pipsqueak will get swamped by men. disgusting. the thought alone sends shivers down his spine.

“nah, i can’t go out saturday. got a date with my girl.” he hums to one of his friends in the basketball court, juniors are also here, perfect! he made sure to say it echoing enough that everyone hears it.

“…your girl?”

“yeah, the one i live with? the one who comes cheerin’ me up for my matches? the one who i share my soda can with? duh.” honestly? it’s not hard to believe at all, that you and caleb are a thing… people don’t even question it. the way you touch him like he’s yours, the way you depend on him…

•however — you find out when someone congratulates you on “finally making it official” and you’re just standing there like ?????

caleb comes up right after, sipping from his stupid juice box, his hand gently wrapping around your waist, gentle… so careful… but firm.

“oh, pips, did you not tell them yet?”

•he acts like your boyfriend in every possible way. carries your books. pulls your chair out. walks you to class. then again… when does he not? you don’t notice any significant changes in caleb’s behaviour. and you are too kind to embarrass him like that…

you: “stop it. i am old now i don’t need your help—“

him: “i’m committed to the bit. besides, you are old doesn’t mean i would stop being there for you?”

•he’s extra affectionate at school but still the same annoying menace at home.

he’ll poke your forehead and be like,

“my girlfriend’s so short i gotta bend to reach her thoughts.”

and then dodge your swing like he’s done it a million times.

•grandma’s suspicious but says nothing. just watches the two of you with a knowing look and a cup of tea like she’s watching a soap opera play out in her living room. josephine hater ™️ -> me.

•eventually — caleb starts keeping you close in crowded hallways. real possessive.

“watch it,” he says to a senior who brushed your shoulder. “my cupcake’s kinda delicate.”

you: “i’m literally not? i want to be a hunter you’re being a cornball!”

caleb: just ruffles your hair with his soft grin.

•he puts “girlfriend 💕” as your contact name in his phone. when you try to change it, he changes his lockscreen to a blurry selfie of you mid-yawn captioned: cute little pipsqueak

honestly you don’t understand where it comes from, or why caleb suddenly tells everyone he’s your boyfriend. but eventually, you couldn’t care less.

•one day, when he was making his fussy eater (you) some braised chicken wings — you confront him about the rumor; and he just shrugs. the usual avoidance plastered on his face.

“everyone already thinks it. why not just… go with it?”

you: “why would you do that?”

he goes, suddenly quiet, expressive in a somber and yearning way: “because i wanted it to be true.”

•and he doesn’t look smug or cocky. he looks… soft.

and maybe you’re thinking about how he always saves you the last cookie. or he does your laundry because you hate it, or that he gives you piggy-back rides home because you get sassy that your feet hurt, or that he brought you a movie prop from your favorite movie… or how he lets you sleep in his arms in the attic…

how he always hovers.

how he yells at the TV for you during horror movies.

-> maybe it doesn’t sound so fake after all.

maybe next monday, you grab his hand in the hallway. by yourself, and the shock on his face… is all you needed to know to understand the intensity of his feelings…

maybe this time, the rumor becomes real.

[lotusapple-xia]

“Ah, pipsqueak! Be gentle!”

“I am, you big baby.”

“Ugh, c’mon do it slower.”

“This is the best way to do it, trust me.”

“Pips, I can’t do it.”

“You can.”

You’re sitting in Caleb’s lap, hands cupping his jaw while he winces and hisses. In your hands is a pair of tweezers that you’re using to pluck Caleb’s eyebrows. His hands grip onto your hips and tighten when you pluck another hair out

Caleb’s eyebrows are naturally thick and luscious, but you wanted to try and shape them to look neater. Caleb, ever the lover, let you do it. 

So here you are sitting in your boyfriend’s lap in your shared bedroom, shaping his beautiful eyebrows while he cries and whines. 

“Caleb, you’re the colonel of the Farspace Fleet and you can’t handle some tweezers?” You tease. 

Caleb looks up at you in shock. “Pips, what are you talkin about? This hurts so bad,” he whines dramatically. 

You hum and continue plucking to the music of Caleb’s mild (but not genuine, don’t worry) distress. 

Soon you’re done. You lean back to admire your hard work. Your craftsmanship on his eyebrows is a masterpiece, to say the least. You gently blow on his cheeks to rid the remaining hairs and rub his skin to alleviate the redness. Pushing up his bangs to reveal his forehead, you can feel yourself melting from awe.

“Thanks for letting me do this,” you say shyly.

“Of course, Pipsqueak.”

Caleb looks so handsome, he should really put his hair up more.

“Oh really, I look handsome huh?”

Ah. You’ve said that aloud. Caleb is waggling his freshly manicured eyebrows smugly, looking all too proud at your flustered state.

“Ugh, Caleb!”

didn't know how to end it oopss | dividers by @/kodaswrld

[starryeyed-apple]

love letter practice

you were on a mission, and the mission must be to get caleb to lose his mind.

★pairing: caleb x reader ★wc: 1.9k ★content: old days (high school era), fluff, (mutual) pining, love letter confession (under the guise of "practicing"), caleb's pov. ★a/n: I had love letters on the brain and thought of this! I might end up doing a part 2 set during stage observer, where the "love letter" you find is the one here hehe ★masterlist

You were lurking.

Caleb paused in his studying for the umpteenth time that afternoon, glancing back to where your shadow crept under his door. You'd passed back and forth behind it for the past fifteen minutes, and he was too focused on his essay to call you out on it.

But as he wrapped up all his main points in the conclusion, he called without looking back, "Stop hovering, pips, you know I don't bite."

He smirked to himself when he heard you grumble on the other side, the door flying open and slamming shut in an instant.

"Not funny," you mumbled at his jab towards your old biting habits, and he directed his smirk over his shoulder at you.

You were still lingering on the edge of the room, and his joy quickly faded. He turned around in his desk chair to face you fully.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing," you said quickly, but your hands were behind your back the whole time, fidgeting with something he couldn't see.

Your eyes weren't meeting his either, and his head tilted, arching an eyebrow.

"Come over here," he urged you gently, patting the extra chair he kept next to his desk, just for when you wanted to come in and study with him.

Or, more likely, to pester him until he paid attention to you while he was trying to do his own homework.

You hesitated, then slowly came up, plopping down in the chair with your hands still behind your back.

"You gonna show me what you're holdin' onto so tightly there?"

You glared at him, and he just smiled sweetly, chin propped on his palm, trying to wear down your defenses.

It gave a boost to his pride when it worked, your shoulders deflating with a big sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, and he tensed again.

Were you being bullied? Did you fail a test? Or was it the nightmares again?

Whatever he thought might be wrong, it definitely wasn't you admitting that, "I want to write a love letter."

Caleb stiffened, his mind going to every dark place he tried to hide away from himself, every face of some loser with a hopeless crush on you flashing in his mind.

Outwardly, he tried to hide his troubled expression, but his brows furrowed anyway.

"Why do you want to write a love letter?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice even. But it was tight, his posture stiff when he looked down at his essay again, no longer seeing the words there. "You got someone in mind?"

"Well—no."

Caleb dared to look back up to see you were pouting. And even with the restless storm in his mind, he had to resist the urge to pinch the apples of your cheeks when they were all puffed out so cutely like that.

"But what if I do want to write one eventually?" you continued, in clear distress over a hypothetical situation that he hoped would never exist one day. "And I don't know how, and I just look stupid!"

"You'd never look stupid," he said quickly, effortlessly and honest, even as he frowned deeper at your explanation. "But I told you before, pips, letters are our thing. Why would you—"

He stopped short, breath catching in his throat when he finally saw what was in your hands as you held it out to him.

Across the front of an envelope of antique looking parchment, written carefully in cursive (you never used cursive, you hated how your handwriting looked in it, even though he thought it was perfect and pretty), was the letters spelling out his name.

Caleb looked from it, to you, then down to the envelope again.

"What's—"

"Practice," you interrupted, shoving it into his chest, and he scrambled to grab it. "I need you to tell me if it's any good."

"Pipsqueak, you—" Caleb cleared his throat, shifting nervously, his fingers almost shaking when he grazed them over his name. "You wrote me a love letter?"

"For practice!"

He laughed, and he hoped you didn't hear how winded the noise sounded. Because you'd sure stolen the breath right from his lungs with how you nervously fidgeted, avoiding his eyes, your love letter in his hands.

Your love letter.

For him.

Oh god.

He carefully unsealed the tape (one of your favorite decorative ones, with the cute little red and green apples dancing together), his heart in his throat as he pulled the letter out.

And oh god it smelled like that perfume you'd begged Gran to get you for your birthday, the one that was warm with vanilla and cinnamon and a hint of apples and it smelled amazing you were amazing you—

"Stop treating it like it's a bomb!" you complained, smacking him in the chest, and he laughed anxiously.

"I'm not!" he argued, not knowing how to tell you that this was something precious, something delicate, and he never trusted himself to not break something that special in his hands.

He got stuck for a moment on the Dearest Caleb that started out the letter, his fingertips brushing across it, before he forced himself to get past his nerves and read the first sentence.

A laugh got caught in his throat unbidden, and you were scrambling all over him in an instant, trying to grab it back as you shouted, "What? What?! What's so funny?"

"I am writing to you today," he repeated the start of your opening line, grinning at you as you whined and shook him. "This sure is a formal love letter. Are you courting me, pipsqueak?"

"Shut up!" you snapped, pinching him in the side, and he jumped with an over dramatic ow! "Give it back!"

"Noooope, it's mine now!" He grinned, wrapping his arm around you to keep you pressed to his side, and you playfully punched him while he held the letter over your head and kept reading silently.

'I am writing to you today to tell you what I've wanted to say for a really long time.'

Oh.

Caleb sucked in an unsteady breath, eyelashes fluttering with the indescribable emotion that swept through him.

It's just practice, he told himself over and over as you settled into his side. Your arms wrapped around his waist for comfort, your face burying into his chest with embarrassment. You don't mean it.

And then the next sentence hit.

'I like you, Caleb.'

Oh.

'I like you so much that it's hard to focus on anything but you. I think about you when I'm with you or when you're gone. I think about you during class, or when I'm watching your games, or when you make my favorite snacks after school.'

'I'm always thinking about how I want to hold your hand for longer when you walk me home. I want to hold you tighter when you hug me, and kiss—'

Caleb glanced away, eyes squeezing shut, face tilted up towards the ceiling as he mouthed a silent prayer that he didn't completely lose his mind right now.

Then he dared to look back down, to keep reading:

'—and kiss you on the sidewalk, in the rain, when you hold an umbrella over my head.'

He glanced at the top of your head, at how you held onto him so tightly, hoping against all hope that you couldn't hear or feel how his heart was pounding against his chest right now.

'You're cute, and you're funny, and you've always been nice to me, even when you're pretending to be mean just to tease me.'

"Caleb," you whined, poking him in the ribs as he read through each line carefully. "What do you think?"

"Well, so far it sounds like a birthday card," he teased, lying through his teeth just so you couldn't see right through him and tell how madly in love with you he was, as he'd always been.

You dropped your head onto his shoulder with a groan.

"But give me some time," he said softly. "I'm still makin' my way through it."

"Well, hurry up!" you poked at him impatiently again, and he brushed your hand aside with a laugh.

'You're my best friend, and I want you to be more than that, if you want it too.'

He could almost laugh at that if he wasn't so winded with emotion. If he wanted it. Like you weren't teasing him with all he's ever wanted, and telling him it was practice.

And then the last line hit him right where it hurt the most, in the part of him that's always ached for you, burrowing in there to stay.

'Would you ever be mine?'

"Well?" you said, untangling yourself from his slack grip. You bounced anxiously in your seat, and he hoped you couldn't see how red his face had gotten. "How is it? Did it make your heart flutter?"

Flutter? It nearly gave him a heart attack.

He wanted to give you a real answer to your fake question, to tell you yes. He wanted to scream it to the heavens, wanted to grab your face and kiss you all over and say yes. He would. He already was.

Caleb cleared his throat.

"It's good," his voice cracked when he said it and oh, god, could you see right through him?

"Really?"

You leaned closer, and Caleb quickly scrambled back, as far in the other direction as he could get as you kept creeping closer.

"Yeah, pips, real good," he complimented, carefully tucking the letter back into the envelope, his heart racing. "But, uh, you should keep practicing. On me."

You frowned a little, disappointed as always when you felt like you didn't nail something right on the first try. And he didn't have the guts to tell you that you absolutely did hit it right out of the park, his head all the way up in the clouds with the daydreams you'd fueled for him for the foreseeable future.

"Okay," you muttered, eyes downcast, and his heart ached.

"Hey," Caleb said softly, ruffling your hair gently. You peered up at him through your lashes with a pout, and he just about melted. "I told you it was good, didn't I?"

You sniffed, and he only then noticed your eyes were all teary. "Is it really?"

"Yeah." He rubbed his thumb at the corner of each of your eyes, trying to not look too adoring to cross a line when you leaned into his palm. "My heart's all a-flutter. Promise."

You smiled into his hand, and his heart skipped a beat again.

"Okay," you said with newfound determination, giving a resolute nod. "I'll keep practicing. Watch out for the next one, you'll be in love with me before you know it!"

Caleb choked on air at that.

He let you get all the way to the door, and listened to you open it before his resolve cracked.

"I would."

You paused, glancing back over your shoulder at him.

"Would what?" you asked, and Caleb let out a breathless laugh.

"Nothin', pipsqueak," he brushed off, pulling his textbook closer to himself, staring at the words that blended together, your letter on his desk still in the corner of his eyesight.

For a moment, you stayed in his doorway behind him. He could feel you staring. And he almost looked back.

What face were you making? he wondered. Was it the same as his?

Was the same hidden part of him hidden in you as well?

But then the door shut behind you, and Caleb collapsed with a heavy sigh, head banging against the desk.

"What are you doin' to me, pips?" he whispered under his breath, lovesick and bringing the letter up to his lips to kiss it with a dazed smile. "Whatever it is, please keep doin' it."

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[aomiiine]

diff anon but How would Caleb exactly take care of pregnant mc? god i cant stop thinking about how he'll be extra gentle w her and her growinf belly. gentler than how hes typically is

agreed, agreed 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i have no complaints of this thought, it has my full support

It would take a while for caleb to actually register that he’s a father-to-be. He’d be all dazed during the small breaks of taking care of pregnant you. He’d zone out and shit, reality hitting him like a surprise pop of confetti each time. When you snap him out of it, he’s sane again, ground.

There’s nothing more sweet than lazy mornings with him in bed!! His toned muscular arm circled around your waist to rest his palm on your swollen belly when he spoons you from behind, fingers tracing idle patterns on your bare skin since he loves skimming under your shirt. All the while he’s doing that, he’d be murmuring sweet wonders of the future—asking about baby clothes, gender, especially gentle warnings to have you stay put later in the day, talking about not wanting to see you a lift a finger in his sight.

Tall cabinet? Call for him. He was gifted a tall height for a reason. Unable to open the lid of a jar? Waddle to him—or don’t, ask him sweetly with those pretty eyes instead. He wouldn’t dare tease you too much at these times.

Caleb would make sure to limit using his bionic arm when touching your belly, or anywhere really. He knows he can’t exactly feel how much pressure he’s exerting on things, he simply does not want to even have a sliver of a chance that he might hurt you, unknowingly or not.

also, he’s your exclusive little errand boy now. You take the opportunity to get back at him for ordering you around back when you were kids just because he was older!!

[therealpie02]

Caleb as dad and lovely husband ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡⋆

my headcanons//fluff, pregnancy, slight smut

Caleb was waiting and afraid of your pregnancy, but hugging you after the positive test, he promised himself and you that he would never leave you.

It was hard for Caleb to watch you suffer from hourly toxicosis. When you were feeling a little better for a couple of minutes, he would bare your stomach and talk to the baby, asking him to be gentle with you.

He realized with renewed vigor that he was going to become a father when you put on a black fitted dress that accentuated your rounded tummy. You didn't go anywhere that night. From then on, Caleb kissed your tummy whenever he could.

Oh yeah, he went out at three o'clock in the morning to the store for pickles, ice cream, hot sauce, chocolate and others just because you wanted to eat it all together. Caleb watched how delicious you were eating a pickle dipped in ice cream and smiled.

Caleb was almost late for your son's birth because of his job. He came running to you and apologized many times, stroking your head with his hand, pressing his forehead against yours.

He tried to ease your pain by kissing your hand, cheek, forehead, nose, but he was ready to cry from how much you were in pain.

Caleb didn't want to leave your side, even when the midwives asked him to take the baby. He took his son only after your request and felt like the happiest man in the world.

When the baby was sleeping in his room, Caleb thanked you for your efforts while he was deep inside you. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want more children.

So you were arguing in the kitchen about how many children you were going to have. You fed Arthur yogurt and insisted that you have one child, to which Caleb grinned and held up five fingers. You agreed with him in your heart, but a spoonful of yogurt landed on his face faster than you thought. And you didn't expect that you were already pregnant.

When you found out, you were 3 months pregnant. Caleb was standing next to you with son in his arms, hugging you tightly. He didn't say a word, it was written all over his face how grateful he was to you.

Arthur was a real mom's boy. And it was ironic, he was a replica of Caleb and apparently loved you as much as his father did. Sometimes the son attacked Caleb with his small hands and toothless mouth. Okay, he almost always did that. Caleb just smiled and said, "It's all the genes. And he doesn't get the urge to fight from me."

During your second pregnancy, you could eat anything and not feel sick. You started worrying about your body, but Caleb pushed all these bad thoughts away. His passion for you was still the same, even more so. Sometimes you had to drive him away from your breast when lactation started again.

"Stop it, or my son will have nothing left!" you begged him as he sucked on your sensitive nipple while his fingers teased the other. Caleb was thrilled to see the plaid ruined by your juices between your legs and your milk. "Good girl, you fed me well, please do it again when you cum on my face.”

When you went into labor, Caleb had the day off. He was almost not nervous, collecting your bags and Arthur. "Go, go, go, hurry up, you'll get in the car, I'll get in the car.. Arthur, don't bite daddy, you're getting in the car too, despite the second degree bite."

Asher was also born a copy of his father. Caleb once joked that you give birth to children like a printer.

You've been a great team, and Caleb has been a wonderful father. However, sometimes you would come into the room and watch Caleb fall asleep before the children. You laughed a lot about how he fell asleep with Arthur's favorite teddy bear in his arms, and Arthur tried his best to take the toy back.

You liked watching Asher, having learned to walk, rush to meet his dad. It was a touching moment when Caleb squatted down and opened his arms for him, hugging him tightly afterwards. Arthur usually stood next to you and continued to eat his apple.

You rarely spent nights together without the whims of the children. When the nights were calm, Caleb let you rest and sleep without insisting on sex. One day you really wanted to feel his warmth, his scent, his length inside you. He was playing a console game when you approached him in just your bathrobe.

You opened your robe and said, "I'm tired, let's go to bed." Without looking at you, he replied: "Sure, pipsqueak, I'll look after the ki-" At that moment, he saw you naked and, throwing the remote aside, jumped up to you.

You weren't surprised by the third pregnancy, you were surprised by the ultrasound result. The twins. Boys. You slowly turned your head towards Caleb, on whose lap your sons were sitting. He dared to look at you with apologetic eyes.

During this pregnancy, you didn't want to hear logical solutions to problems from him, you just wanted to cry into his chest a lot, and it was better for him to keep quiet.

Arthur came up to you and asked, "Mommy, why do you have such a huge belly?" You glared at Caleb, who was playing dice with Asher, and replied, "He fed me a double portion of dumplings." Caleb, hearing your answer, giggled, but stopped when he saw Arthur running at him with a toy gun, who shouted "Dad, why did you feed mommy?!"

Of course, you later explained to Arthur that there are two more brothers inside his Mom.

Daniel and David were like you. Caleb, picking them up for the first time, was glad to notice your hair color on their little heads.

You've been watching the twins on a video camera mounted above their crib. One night, you noticed Daniel climbing over the side of the crib and playing with David. Caleb gently ruffled your hair and said that he climbed over to you in much the same way to be near and protect you. You hugged him back and didn't let go for a very long time.

That night, everyone except the twins lay down on your huge bed. Arthur fell asleep, hugging Caleb and snoring into his chest. Caleb pointed at him with his eyes, saying, "Look, we have a truce." You giggled, stroking Asher's head. Then you touched Caleb's cheek and said, "I love you." He took your hand in his and replied, "I love you." A small tear flowed down your cheek from happiness that he and your children are all together. That you're alive and in love with each other.

The time came when all the children went to kindergarten. It was the first time you returned to an empty apartment, and it was unusual for both of you to be in complete silence. "I miss them," Caleb blurted out. You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a long kiss. "Is this a hint that it's time for us to start making a daughter?" Caleb asked with a sly grin, after which you began to undress.

You were sitting on the couch and stroking your pregnant tummy. You were eating ice cream and watching Caleb, who was sincerely trying to calm the fighting twins. "Oh, you know what, whatever you want, one two three fight," he raised his hand and stood up, leaving the twins. The twins did not fight among themselves, they went to fight with their older brothers.

Caleb settled himself comfortably next to you, his nose nuzzling your neck. "How are my girls?" his hand stroked your stomach. "Your daughter wants another ice cream," Caleb sighed heavily, but obeyed your order and pulled out a 10 pack of ice cream from the freezer.

Caleb fell in love with Iris at first sight. She had his hair, your eyes, your nose, and his ears. He couldn't get enough of his long-awaited daughter and even cried when he picked her up in his arms.

Caleb was sitting on the floor, his legs were numb, glitter was getting into his eyes, and lipstick was sticking to his lips, but he continued to smile at his two-year-old daughter, who was pouring him an impromptu cup of tea. He heard Arthur's laughter and looked in his direction. Arthur stood with his phone and said, "This will become the main meme." However, it wasn't just Caleb who noticed Arthur.

Arthur, with pink lips and flower-shaped hairpins, sat next to his father and asked for more tea from Iris. Then Asher and the twins joined in, and they were also unlucky enough to catch their sister's eye. You stood in the back and giggled, taking pictures of them. Definitely, Iris was the leader of your family.

[pichichuu]

yearning!caleb who always lets you spend the night in his bed when you have a nightmare, holding you close and matching your breaths while trying to calm himself down, convince himself that this is nothing more than it seems, no matter how much he wants it to be.

yearning!caleb who watches movies with you when your friends bail on your friday night plans, turning your pitiful grumbles into lively chatter with cuddles and your favorite snacks.

yearning!caleb who acts like one of your best girlfriends, always wanting to know the latest gossip as soon as you're in the door, even though hearing about your love life spreads a tightness across his chest.

yearning!caleb who physically can't breathe when you tell him about your new boyfriend, how you'll have to bring him over for dinner sometime so he can meet the other most important man in your life.

yearning!caleb who feels a knot form in his throat as you babble on about your plans all week, eagerly awaiting your boyfriend's visit. fists clench in his pockets and under the table, tongue pinched between teeth. he wants to see you happy, but how could anybody make you this happy but him?

yearning!caleb who breathes a guilty sigh of relief when he finds out your boyfriend isn't coming anymore. he's washed in a wave of guilt when he finds out it's because he cheated on you.

yearning!caleb who comforts you, telling you about how you deserve a man who appreciates what he has, accidentally confessing between comforts that if he had you, he'd never let you go.

yearning!caleb who holds you tight to his chest as you breathe him in, overwhelmed but at peace knowing he'll always be there for you.

yearning!caleb who holds you until you sleep on his chest, admitting that he'll always love you as you doze off.

m.list

[redcali]

SYNOPSIS Cute movie date with Caleb where you drag him into a photobooth afterwards ⋆˙⟡♡

TAGS DAA academy setting, tooth rotting fluff, it gets a little heated, Caleb won’t stop kissing you in the photobooth, Caleb shows he’s taken afterwards. 1.1K words

A/N Back with another wholesome fluffy Caleb fic (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

When Caleb had asked you to the movies with him, you were practically giddy with delight and excitement.

He was almost shy when he asked you out, with a hand carding through his hair and a shy expression on his face, his lips quirked into a small smile when he dropped the question.

“Hey… are you free on Sunday? Because I’d really love to take you out to the movies.” He dips his head down to level your faces, palms on the desk as he leans his body towards you.

Yes yes yes yes absolutely!! Your mind screams, but you just coolly smile back at him.

“Yes I wouldn’t mind.” You reply with an air of casualness, putting on a nonchalant facade. Caleb just grins and laughs in your face.

“Don’t be late, pips.” He gently flicks your forehead and quickly runs off to catch up with his friends.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Sunday rolls around and you find yourself sitting beside the cutest boy ever, a bucket of caramel popcorn on your lap and Caleb whispering nonsense into your ear and cracking jokes at the main character’s expense.

Caleb, it turns out, is the most hyperactive, ADHD person you’ve ever had to watch a movie with. And it surprises you that you find it so endearing, the way he keeps on looking at you at the funny scenes or how he keeps on getting distracted by you, his hand that’s about to feed a popcorn into his mouth frozen midair as he looks at you like you’re a greek goddess.

“Caleb — you’re so loud, ugh,” you gripe, pretending to be annoyed.

“And your hands are freezing.” Caleb’s warm hand slides into yours. It feels so natural you’re taken aback and blushing a little at his move.

Caleb’s hand is still in yours when the movie ends and you two shuffle out of the cinema. Neither of you bring this up as Caleb uses it to drag you around the mall. You’re a little scared to eye anything longer than a few seconds or Caleb will try to get it for you.

“This mall is massive — ohmygod a photobooth!” You suddenly squeal, failing to contain your excitement as you lug him towards the colourful cubicle. Caleb holds his stomach in laughter, his eyes twinkling as he looks at you with amusement.

“Really? This is what catches your eye?”

“Shut up and get in.” You’re haughty as you shove him into the space and swing the curtains shut. Caleb is pushed onto the seat, his eyes wide and staring up at you as you loom over him. He quickly stops and turns to study the screen in front of him, which displays the filter and photo frame options.

“Hmm.” Caleb’s fingers press away at the screen whilst you’re looking over at the assortment of props.

“Caleb, don’t mess — “ The buttons start blinking before you can even finish your sentence.

“Caleb!” Already, the timer on the screen is going off. 15, 14, 13 seconds… You groan as you quickly position yourself in place, in front of the camera. “I haven’t even thought about our poses yet!” You complain, hurriedly jamming an apple headband onto his head.

“We’ll be fiiiine…”

The first picture is normal enough: Caleb giving you the classic bunny ears.

The camera shuttle goes off and you’re given the countdown for the second picture.

“What pose should we — “ You begin, but Caleb already has plans, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him.

“Smile.” Caleb tells you under his breath, his breath warm on your neck.

The screen mirrors the sight: Caleb nuzzling up to you and you looking caught off guard, surprised maybe.

So why is your heart pounding in your chest right now?

Caleb doesn’t pull away for the third picture. Instead, he’s angling his head towards you.

“I think this pose will look good.” With that, he leans forward to kiss your cheek, his arms still resting around your shoulders. A tingling sensation radiates from where his lips meet your skin, and your face feels so hot you’re certain Caleb can feel it too.

The shuttle goes off and you instantly pull away from him to punch him on his shoulder.

“Caleb! Give me a warning next time before you do things like these!” You huff, flustered and embarrassed.

“Do things like what? We’ve done worse.”

“Oh my god!” You grab him by the shoulders and shake him, but Caleb just seizes this opportunity once more to swoop in and kiss you once more. On the lips.

Caleb pulls away after a fraction of a second, but you pull him right back in and kiss him back.

If he’s going to act like a tease, so will you.

Caleb’s body jolts slightly at your touch, but he’s instantly kissing you back like a starving man.

When you groan softly, he uses this opportunity to slip his tongue in, pushing you harder up against the wall as you two make out.

You try to gain a sense of your composure, but you can’t stop getting drunk off on his soft, sweet lips.

You two don’t even realise it when the camera clicks.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You’re about to enter class when you see a group of girls come out, shoulders slouched and moping looks on their faces. Curiously, you peek your head in.

Caleb’s standing there, holding his phone in his hand as he talks to Gideon, arms crossed and leaning casually against the desk. He instantly lights up when he spots you from the doorway.

“Hey! I was just about to show Gideon a funny cat video. Wanna see?” He lifts up his phone, and as you approach him, the back of his clear phone case becomes a little more visible — the phone case reflecting light off of the photobooth pictures.

The first frame being the one where Caleb is kissing you on the cheek, arms wrapped around you, whilst you’re just looking aloof and flustered. It’s incredibly wholesome compared to the second frame — you being pressed up against the wall by him, lips glued to yours.

The photo so clearly captures what you two were in the middle of doing, with the way his hand is entangled in your hair and other grasping at your waist.

You look back up at him, mouth open in shock.

“Caleb…” You say slowly. “Your phone case…”

“What?” Caleb looks genuinely confused. “I need to show the other girls that I’m already taken.”

[swanlikely]

Caleb's Love Languages!

Author's Note: Caleb is my favorite (obviously) and it only felt right that he’d be the first in this little love language series. He’s just so ugh?!! Check out the artist! (Artist & Original Post)

Cold hand, warm heart: Caleb’s metal hand might be cool to the touch, but he always uses it to cup your face when you’re tired or hold your waist when he’s guiding you through a crowd. He claims it’s because it “calms your nervous system,” but he also loves how you lean into it every time.

Food = love: He’s always cooking for you. Always. If he’s not home, there’s something labeled in the fridge (with a heart drawn next to it, of course). If you mention craving something in passing, you’ll find it on your plate the next day. You once said his cooking was better than any five-star restaurant. He hasn’t shut up about it since.

You talk, he listens: Caleb remembers everything you say; even when it seems like he’s not paying attention. You mentioned once that your favorite flower is out of season? He’ll find a way to get it anyway. You like your water with lemon? He’s already set it down before you ask.

Little helper, big show-off: He insists on doing the heavy lifting. Carries all the groceries. Changes your light bulbs. Reaches every tall shelf. And sure, it’s helpful, but it’s also an excuse. You catch him glancing at you while he’s hoisting something heavy, looking goofy as hell. “Go on, say it,” he’ll tease. “Tell me I’m strong.”

He brags. Just a little. Just for the praise: Caleb doesn’t boast much, but when it comes to you, he gets so smug. “Pips said I’m the best cook she’s ever had.” “My girl can’t sleep without my hand on her.” It’s obnoxious. Well, it’s actually kind of cute; like he’s proud of how well he loves you.

Overall: Acts of Service (Giving) & Words of Affirmation (Receiving)

You never have to ask twice. Or once. He just does things. Keeps your car topped up. Fixes the crooked picture frame. Gets the oil changed. It’s how he says I love you, I see you, I’ve got you. And he loves being needed.

“This is sweet but you don’t have to do all this, you know,” you tell him one morning, as he ties your shoes because you’re still half-asleep. As he fusses with the laces, you reach down and run your fingers through his soft brown hair. He smiles.

“I know,” he says, without looking up. “But you let me.”

And that’s what makes him happy.

[himbo-kuto]

the tv was playing in the background as you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone. it was a lazy sunday afternoon in skyhaven and you and caleb decided to spend the day doing nothing. he had been twirling the ends of your hair around his finger for who knows how long at this point, half listening to what you had put on earlier. he was just happy to be in your presence. 

you left out a huff as you locked your phone and looked up at him from his lap. 

“done scrolling?” you were silent as you turned toward him, crossing your arms soon after. your eyes scanned his face, down his neck, shoulders, chest and finally your gaze settled on his arms. he was wearing one of those muscle tees with the sleeves cut off and as much as you tried to help yourself, you always caught yourself looking. caleb may be a fool for you, but he was no fool when it came to you. he bought a bunch of shirts just to rip the sleeves off of them in hopes he would catch you looking at his arms again.

“like what you see?” he leaned in closer to you, a shit eating grin dancing on his lips for catching you in the act. you immediately averted your eyes, but your reddened cheeks were a dead give away. 

“shut up..” he took your chin between your fingers, tilting upwards to catch your lips in a chaste kiss. 

“you can look all you want, honey. they’re all yours” you stuck your tongue out at him, glancing over to his arms once again and before you could even think, you leaned over and gave his bicep a big old bite. he yelped in surprise, but laughed as he looked down at you. 

“what are you doing! get off of me!” you quickly sat up and straddled his lap as you began to give his arms little love bites. his arms were soft, squishy and some might describe as… beefy. 

“they’re just so yummy looking, I have to give them a little nibble!” you continued your antics, laughing out loud as you moved up to his neck and shoulders. caleb was over the moon as he laughed along with you. he missed these moments with you– just being stupid with your laughter filling up the room.

he managed to grab your hips, pushing them back so you were sitting on his lap. you took it as your sign to stop. you wiped the stray tears from your eyes from laughing too hard before your vision cleared and when your gaze met his, you swear you felt your heart skip a beat. his cheeks were slightly flushed, hair disheveled, the quickened rise and fall of his chest– when you two were teens and he had the same look whenever you decided to mess with him. 

you took his cheeks within the palms of your hands and shifted his gaze onto yours. moments like these came and went when you were with him. moments when you would think about how you spent those grueling months after his alleged death, how you never thought you were going to see him again, but here he was, in the flesh. your thumbs stroked his cheeks gently, feeling the texture of his skin from the explosion. he was insecure about it, but it was one of things that reminded you that he was real and you loved him even more for it. there was a shift in his expression, one of innocent curiosity. 

“what is it?” you didn’t speak, you just continued to gaze on to his features.  it was only after you scanned his whole face that you gazed into his eyes, running your fingers through his hair to fix the mess you had made of it. his eyes closed instinctively, relishing in your touch. 

“nothing. i’m just really glad that you’re here is all.” you placed a small kiss onto his forehead before leaning your forehead against his. it was your turn to close your eyes. you could feel how his arms held you safely within his embrace and how his hands were steady on your hips. he prided himself on keeping you safe, and you knew it too.

god, how could he have been away from you for so long? he gave your hips a gentle squeeze as his eyes partially opened to see your face. your expression was calm and vulnerable, almost how you looked like when you sleep.. his arms reached up to your back, pulling you in for a longing embrace. 

if caleb could absorb you he would, wanting to absolve any distance between the two of you. he breathed in the scent of your shampoo that smelled faintly of apples he buried his face into your neck. a shudder went down your spine, reciprocating the same amount of intensity. you tried pulling him as close as humanly possible to your chest, you could feel the heat that was radiating off his body. you cradled his head against your cheek, carding your fingers through his dark locks once again before placing a kiss onto his temple.

you finally felt him relax into your embrace, his breathing slowed. it took a lot for caleb to fully relax, especially when he was so used to being on high alert. you’re sure what he has been through in the past couple of months couldn’t have made that easy for him. so you were just going to hold him until he tells you to let go. he listened to the faint sound of your heart beat; you were here and you were real. almost like you were reading his mind, you smile softly as you look down at his calm figure.

“you don’t have to worry anymore caleb, im here and i’m not going anywhere.” 

🎤 hello is this thing on? crazy how it's been 3 years since i've last posted, but IM BACK KINDA? i really want to get into writing again this year and sO this is my introduction back into that!! i hope y'all enjoy this caleb fluff and here's to more!!!

[myntrose]

12:39 am - the only thing that fills up Caleb's mind is you

Caleb would be the type of guy who wouldn't really care about what was being said of him. Yes, he's charming, charismatic, and very easy on the eyes. But no matter what is being said to or about him- either positively or negatively- he really just doesn't care.

After all, how does any of these things that said about him matter if it isn't being said by you. God, he could be on the other side of the room as you, having a totally different conversation with someone, but the moment you even make a slight mention about him? He's standing a bit taller, paying no remark to whichever irreverent person is in front of him, completely driving his focus onto you and your words and your face and-

yeah, he can't help but only think of you.

Not only is his mind just filled with you, but he also keeps track of things about you as well.

You two would be walking around the grocery store. He's pushing the cart, letting you ramble about your day while picking whatever food you want off the shelves. When in the snack isle, you'd point out ones that you like, some you don't, and some that you have never tried. While this was you filling up empty space with conversation, Caleb is memorizing and making a mental list of everything you've said. The next time you're having a bad day, just know to expect Caleb with the exact snacks that you said you enjoyed, even if you don't remember saying that you did.

He'll hear about the latest fashion trend from his subordinates, or the newest cafe that's opened up, or a game that recently game out. All those things go from one ear out the other. But when you're both lounging at home together and you bring up any of those topics ? He's suddenly buying you that new top you've mentioned, creating reservations to that cafe, or pre-ordering that game so that you can be one of the first people to play it. As long as you're interested in something, Caleb will be interested in it too.

He can be hypocritical about this, the way he prioritizes you above anything and anyone else- including himself. He will remind you to drink water every hour or so, even when he hasn't drank water all day either. He would get on you for not eating your meals on time, despite him not doing so too. And heaven forbid you try to hide an injury from him. Caleb would simultaneously scold you, bandage you up himself, he doesn't trust anyone else touching you, and try not to lose his shit all at the same time- even if he was bleeding to death himself.

It's safe to say that you're the first thing Caleb thinks about when he wakes up, and the last thing his mind lingers on when he finally settles for the night.

Life has been far too cruel to the both of you, but Caleb will do everything in his power to make sure you're happy and well. If he were to describe how he felt towards you, Caleb wouldn't immediately say love. No, that word doesn't encapsulate the expanse of his emotions towards you.

Because to him, his love towards you was a hunger so absolute that calling it affection would be belittling. No, Caleb loved you like a beautiful, necessary ruin.

@myntrose 2025 - do not copy or translate

[nightplvmes]

birthday girl

caleb one shot (love and deepspace) ⋆｡° | caleb knew you were sad because your birthday was ruined due to the rain… so he decided to prepare a surprise at home.⋆｡° | pairing : caleb x fem!reader ⋆｡° | word count : 1.2k (1270) ⋆｡° | autor note: this is a reader birthday special, you can save it and read it on your birthday, there's a sylus version on my mastelist and I'll eventually do the rest of the LIs :3 | to see other versions of this special with other LI, see the tag here likes and reblogs are appreciated!! :) ★ masterlist here

You hadn't said it out loud, but Caleb could see from your face that you were sad. You'd always said you didn't like your birthday, but he knew a part of you was lying. You liked to celebrate it in a small, intimate way, yet you didn't hate that day, no matter how hard you tried to tell Caleb otherwise.

He confirmed that when he saw you leaning back on the couch, your gaze fixed on the window in front of you, and your eyes seemed… lost. You hadn't planned anything specific for your birthday, except to go to a place you'd seen online, explore the exhibits there a bit, and then go out to dinner that night. The problem? It had started raining horribly an hour before you both were about to leave, and they'd closed the outdoor exhibit for the day, and in your mind, the day had been ruined. So much so that you hadn't even wanted to go to dinner.

Caleb had disappeared into some room in the house for about an hour. You could only hear him moving things or furniture, but you hadn't gone to see what he was doing. Until he took a seat next to you and put one of his arms around your shoulders. You settled into his arms, resting your head on his shoulder, your gaze still completely fixed on the way the raindrops hit the window.

"I can go out and get some dinner," he murmured, kissing your forehead. You knew what he meant. He didn't want to say it, but he was trying to cheer you up. But if you were honest with yourself, you didn't even feel like eating. You shook your head, your gaze still fixed on the window.

"It's okay, I just want to stay home," you sighed. You didn't want to admit that the awful weather had discouraged you, even though you were almost sure Caleb had noticed it on your face and that's why he'd suggested something to eat.

The two of you remained silent for several minutes. The sound of falling water was all that filled the room. The water falling from the sky was getting louder and louder, and you knew the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"I have something to show you," Caleb finally broke the silence. He moved a few inches away from you, forcing you to sit back down on the couch. You looked at him blankly, wondering if it was because of what he'd been doing for a few minutes and the amount of noise you heard in another room.

"Caleb, I already told you I don't want to do anything today," you sighed, rubbing your eyes. You didn't want to be mean, you didn't want to be rude to him, but you really didn't feel like doing anything.

"You'll like it, come on." He took your hand and practically forced you off the couch.

You gave up almost immediately. You followed him down the hallway as he continued to hold your hand. All you could think about was that after whatever Caleb showed you, you could just go to bed for the rest of the day and maybe watch a movie together. You weren't hungry yet, but you could order some dinner at—

Any of your thoughts were interrupted when you looked at what Caleb had done in the living room. There was a room on the first floor of the apartment that you two still didn't know what to do with. You had suggested putting a piano in it, but no one played it, and there wasn't time to learn. So they had just left it empty for now.

Only, at that moment, it wasn't empty.

There was a large blanket covering part of the floor. The flowerpots you had throughout the house were now surrounding the room, and the only three pieces of furniture in the room, along with the boxes of stuff, were on the ends, out of the way. But that wasn't all. On the blanket was food, three gifts on one side, some of your favorite stuffed animals that Caleb had won for you from the claw machine, and some candles that helped the cloudy and somewhat sad atmosphere.

Then, it seemed so familiar.

You remembered.

Tears pooled in your eyes, but you pressed your lips together to keep from crying. You turned to look at him. You wanted to say something, you wanted to ask what was going on, but nothing came out of your mouth. Caleb seemed to notice almost immediately, so he quickly explained.

"It's a picnic at home. I know you were excited to go to that exhibit, but the rain ruined it. So I thought we can have this picnic at home." He took your hand and led you to the blanket on the ground.

You took a seat, looking around, trying to think of when he'd had time to prepare all of this. Or how he'd come up with it so quickly—at least your mind wasn't working as quickly.

"It's our first date," you murmured, causing Caleb to stop completely. He was arranging the food in front of you, but the moment those words left your mouth, he could only look up and blink at you.

On your first date, you had both gone to a beautiful park and had a picnic. It had been one of your favorite days; it had come to mind when you saw the blanket on the ground because it was exactly the same one.

"You remembered," you nodded without hesitation. He seemed surprised, which surprised you. Did he think you were going to forget it? It had been your first real date.

"I could never forget it. Besides, you didn't have to do this." Before you could say anything else, he interrupted you.

"Stop saying that. I would do anything for you." He leaned down to press his lips against your forehead but remained motionless for several seconds, enjoying the closeness. "Happy birthday"

You felt like your stomach was about to collapse, and you couldn't eat anything else. However, when Caleb walked back into the room, holding a cake, his steps were slow to keep the candles from going out—you knew you were going to have to eat something else.

It took Caleb several seconds to sit down next to you again without dropping the cake, but he'd refused your help when you tried to take it from him.

"I didn't buy a cake," you said, frowning, remembering that you hadn't, in fact, bought a cake. However, it had your name on it, said Happy Birthday, and had some decorations in your favorite color.

"I made it this morning, while you were still sleeping. That's why I tried to keep you away from the refrigerator." A huge smile spread across your lips. Yes, Caleb had spent the entire morning taking things out of the refrigerator and giving them to you to keep you from taking them yourself and seeing the cake he'd baked that morning. "Make a wish." He finally brought the cake up to your face, the light warmth of the candles hitting your face.

You looked at Caleb but didn't know what your wish should be. You had everything you wanted, even him.

You closed your eyes and repeated the words in your mind before opening them and being able to blow out the candles.

You just wanted everything to be the same.

[knnichs]

saturday night.

c. caleb, gn!reader

t. caleb x reader ( romantically !!!!!!! ) reader can be a self insert or you as mc, use of pipsqueak YES I LOVE THE NICKNAME, not proofread. wc 0.3k

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“and what are you still doing up, hm?” 

you peek your head on top of the refrigerator, your hands still as you were shocked to see caleb–still awake–this late at night. he crossed his arms, just eyeing you.

he nodded, signaling you to speak up, make some kind of excuse–tell him it was some sort of dream. but you reached your arms out slowly, putting the box of donuts back on the top shelf in the fridge, and standing up straight to close the door. you still dont say a word, trying to buy time to create a half-assed excuse.

“i–well,” you coughed, “i just… got here?” 

“just got here?”

you nod, “yeah. like, five minutes ago.”

caleb smiles, walking towards you. he stays silent throughout it all–you do to, only following him with your eyes and stepping back when you realized he was trying to open the fridge’s door. 

“if you ‘just got here’ then… why is the donut box half empty, hm?” he opens the thin cardboard, revealing crumbs of the ones you had just eaten, and another with roughly two bites taken from it. from the six donuts you and caleb had bought a day ago, only three remain. “will you explain yourself?”

nervously, you look away, hands behind your back as if you were hiding something–before finally telling him the truth.

“well i ate some, obviously.”

“you ate three donuts,” he paused, “in five minutes?”

“...yes?”

“pip-squeak, you’re unbelievable.” he laughed, closing the door and turning on the kitchen lights. “you do know that no matter what time it was, if you were hungry i could whip something up for you, right?

“i know, but–”

“no buts, tell me next time, wake me up or something.” caleb smiles when he reaches for the pan, quickly working through the kitchen and giving you a kiss on the forehead when he passes by you. you could only nod sheepishly before he replies with a good.

“so, what’re you craving tonight? i saw the videos you were watching earlier, would you like that?” 

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