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Caleb: Insignias and Surprises

You give him an unexpected surprise before going back to Linkon City

Pairing: Caleb x reader

Tags: established relationship, fluff, Caleb is slightly a meanie (not to us), use of military terms, pet names (honey, pipsqueak)

“I still don’t get why you have to leave so early, Pipsqueak.”

“Caleb, I was in Skyhaven for two weeks.”

“That’s right, just two weeks. Should’a been two months at least.”

“I’m trying not to get fired from my job, thank you.”

Caleb grumbled under his breath, purple eyes sliding over to the passenger seat where you sat, using the rearview mirror to reapply another coat of lipstick over your lips. His eyes lingered, and he gulped before looking back in front towards the road. ‘Focus on driving before you get us killed, you little shit.’ He thought to himself as his gloved hands tightened slightly onto the steering wheel.

It was finally the day when you were going back to Linkon City, and Caleb insisted on dropping you off at the train station before heading to work, despite your reassurances that you will be fine going alone.

He wasn’t happy about your departure. Not one bit.

But, was he going to let it bring your mood down, especially since you had been prattling on and on about meeting your girlfriends again since last night? Absolutely not. So, he stewed in his own hidden storm, eyeing the overhead sign to the train station with unnecessary ferocity.

If the sign mysteriously got a dent into it as the Colonel’s staff car drove past, it’s truly just a mad coincidence. Truly.

The train station came into view too quickly for Caleb's liking, its bustling platform already alive with morning commuters. He pulled into the passenger drop-off zone and cut the engine, the sudden silence stretching between them like a held breath.

"Well," you said softly, reaching for the door handle.

"Wait." The word came out sharper than he intended. Caleb cleared his throat, his grip still tight on the steering wheel. "Just... give me a minute."

You settled back into your seat, watching as he stared out at the station entrance. A muscle in his jaw ticked, and you could practically see him wrestling with words he couldn't quite say. Finally, he exhaled slowly and turned to face you.

"Two weeks ain't long enough," he said quietly, his purple eyes meeting yours. "It's never long enough."

Your heart squeezed at the raw honesty in his voice. "I know."

He nodded once, then stepped out of the car with military precision, as if the simple act of movement could override the reluctance written across his features. By the time he reached your side of the vehicle, his expression had shifted into something more controlled, though his fingers lingered a moment too long when he helped you out.

A few minutes later, you stood next to the Fleet Colonel, gathering quite a number of shocked stares when they realized that you were scolding the most important man in all of Skyhaven while trying to pull your bag out of his grip. “Caleb! Let go of my bag.” You complained, and Caleb chuckled, not fazed by your whines or grumbles. “Not a chance, pips. Come on, let’s get your bag in the train compartment.”

You grumble behind his broad back as both of you make your way inside the VIP compartment, Caleb bullying his status as the Fleet Colonel to escort you right to your compartment. Dropping your bag onto the overhead shelf, he took a deep breath before he turned around, looking at you with a small frown.

You could see the hesitation plastered over his face, his expression so sweet that you couldn’t help but yank him down by the lapels of his uniform coat, pressing a firm, lingering kiss on his cheek.

His eyes widened, and he looked at you in surprise once you pulled away. Then, as if possessed by a ghost, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him, pressing a firm kiss on your lips. You squeaked before melting into the kiss, blinking dazedly once he pulled away.

“God, I have been in the Deepspace Tunnel so many times, yet nothin’ comes close to how hard it is to let you go back to Linkon.” He breathed against your lips, and your grip on his coat tightened in response.

“Caleb.” You breathed back, pressing your forehead to his. “I love you.” You continued, and he let out a groan as if you had physically wounded him.

“I love you too, honey.”

Walking out of that train compartment and watching you from outside, your hands pressed against the glass of the window, took a momentous effort on his part. His palm pressed to your smaller hand against the glass for a few seconds before the train started moving. Standing there, he watched as within the next few seconds, the train took you further and further away from him.

The train had been gone for exactly fifteen minutes when Caleb finally forced himself to turn away from the empty tracks. His chest felt oddly hollow, like something vital had been carved out and carried away in that VIP compartment. He'd stood there longer than necessary, watching until the last car disappeared around the bend, his hand still tingling from where yours had pressed against the glass.

The drive to Fleet Headquarters passed in a blur of familiar streets and morning traffic. Normally, he'd use the time to mentally prepare for the day ahead, reviewing reports or planning training exercises. Instead, he found himself replaying the weight of you in his arms, the way you'd melted into that kiss, the soft whisper of his name against his lips.

He parked in his designated spot and sat for a moment, staring at the imposing facade of the building. The morning sun caught the military insignia above the entrance, casting sharp shadows across the stone.

This was his domain, his responsibility, his purpose.

But right now, it felt like a poor substitute for the warmth he'd just watched disappear down the railway.

Caleb straightened his shoulders, checked his reflection in the rearview mirror out of habit, and stepped out of the car. The familiar weight of his uniform settled around him like armour, transforming him from the man who'd just said goodbye to his beloved into the Fleet Colonel his soldiers expected to see.

He had no idea he was about to give them quite a different show than usual.

The training room doors burst open with more force than necessary, and Caleb strode in with the kind of energy that usually sent recruits scrambling. "Sloppy. Absolutely fucking sloppy. Is this how you plan to survive in the Deepspace Tunnel? Better write your fucking last letters right away."

However, instead of covering in fear like every time the CO got in a pissy mood, the soldiers gaped at Caleb, their faces frozen in a stunned expression. "What? Are you too incompetent to understand simple words, soldiers?" Caleb continued, looking between each of them with a mix of annoyance and confusion.

“Colonel, there you are-” Liam’s voice came from behind him, and Caleb turned around. Immediately, Liam’s words died on his tongue, and he stared at Caleb for a beat longer than necessary. “What is it, Adjutant?” Caleb questioned, his confusion increasing when Liam seemed as if he was about to laugh before he covered it up with a cough.

“Erm… Colonel, perhaps you should go to the office. I’ll bring the files for the inbox there.”

“Are you questioning me, Adjutant?”

“No sir.”

Caleb’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, and he shook his head. “Deal with this shit here. I want each of these soldiers to pass their evaluations with nothing less than an outstanding OCR.” With that, he stormed towards his office, his coat billowing like a shadow behind him.

As soon as he closed the door, he made his way to the small mirror in the corner of the room right beside the coat hanger, where he usually kept his hat. When he saw his face, his eyes widened slightly before he let out an amused chuckle.

There, stamped on his cheek, was the mark of his beloved. A kiss mark in apple red, contrasting his pale skin.

“Dammit, pipsqueak.” He chuckled, shaking his head and pressing his forehead against the mirror for a moment, his eyes closing as he basked in the feeling of affection and longing that washed over him. Reopening his eyes, he pulled out his phone with a small smile.

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Staring at the last message, he sighed with a small smile before shaking his head and picking up a handkerchief from his pocket. Carefully, he pressed the handkerchief on his cheek, pulling it away and peering at the kiss mark now stamped on the cloth.

Smiling slightly, he pressed his lips lightly against the mark before folding the handkerchief and putting it away in his pocket.

Wiping away the remnants from his cheek, Caleb fixed his hat on his head before walking outside once more.

And if the CO was in a considerably better mood after that, it was no one’s business.

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this! Have a great day, and do comment on the pinned post on my page if you wish to be added to the tag list ♡

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Always and Forever

PART ONE- Syluslittlecrow

I can’t find Caleb.

He’s been slipping away, little by little. His once sharp eyes are dulled by exhaustion, his strong frame weaker than before. His smiles are torn at the edges, forced, like he knows something I don’t. And now, he’s gone.

Then I hear it.

A muffled sob. A strangled scream.

My heart stops. I sprint toward the sound, my boots echoing through the empty corridor. My pulse pounds in my ears as I round the corner and find him—collapsed against the cold metal wall, his chest rising and falling in erratic gasps.

"Caleb!" I rush to his side, dropping to my knees.

Sweat beads on his forehead, his dark hair sticking to damp skin. His cybernetic hand twitches, shaking, the fingers clawing at nothing. His breathing is ragged, like he’s choking on something unseen. And when he looks up at me, my stomach drops.

His purple eyes—once so full of life—are empty, bloodshot, lost.

"Who…" His voice cracks. "Who are you?"

The words hit harder than any bullet ever could.

"Where am I?" He blinks rapidly, gripping his head. "Why does it hurt?"

A sob threatens to escape me, but I swallow it down. I knew this was happening—I knew the Torian chip was wiping him piece by piece. But knowing doesn’t make it hurt any less.

I press my hands to his cheeks, feeling the heat of his skin, the tremor in his muscles. "You are Caleb," I whisper, my voice shaking. "You’re my husband. My beloved. My best friend."

He flinches at the words, as if they don’t belong to him. As if they’re foreign. But I won’t let him go.

I take his cybernetic hand in mine, feeling the cold metal against my palm. "I will wait for you, my dear," I promise, pulling him up, steadying him as his legs shake beneath him. His breath is still unsteady, his mind still fractured, but I don’t care. I will hold on for both of us.

Reaching up, I take the chain around his neck between my fingers, pressing a kiss to the metal. "I will fall in love with you over and over again, no matter who you become."

A flicker. A hesitation. His fingers twitch, reaching for me before he pulls away. His gaze is torn between fear and something deeper, something buried beneath the broken memories.

Then, suddenly, his body tenses—and I feel it.

Recognition.

The light sparks back in his eyes, faint but there. And before I can say another word, he pulls me into his arms, crushing me against him. His whole body shakes, his breath hot against my neck.

"Oh, sweetheart," he whispers, voice thick with emotion. "You shouldn’t have chosen a husband like me." His arms tighten, unwilling to let go. "But thank you… for staying."

Tears burn at my eyes as I reach up, pressing my lips to his temple. "Always and forever," I whisper. "A hundred years and more this was our promise. I love you, Caleb."

He exhales a shaky breath, his grip never loosening. "As long as I’m still kicking, so are you."

I smile against his skin, holding him just as tightly. The Torian chip may try to take him from me, but as long as I breathe, I will find him.

Every time.

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Zayne you didn't have to go that hard 😂😭

Childhood trio Pt. 🐝

MC: Do you know what bees make?

Zayne: Honey?

MC, giggling: Yes, dear?

Zayne, smiling: Silly girl.

Later

Caleb: Do you know what bees make?

Zayne: Some annoying buzzing sound. What do you want from me?

Caleb:

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What can I say? I'm a bit of an artist myself 💅

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The way my jaw dropped 😳 🥵

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Zayne: Her sigh, His ruin

He lost her.

Pairing: Zayne x female!MC

Warnings: heavy angst, hurt no comfort, major character death (zayne lost control of his evol), please do not proceed if any of these warnings trigger you

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His hands, caked with crimson blood and the dark spiderweb-like tendrils, were shaking horribly as he stared at them, hazel eyes wide and distraught.

What has he done?

"Jasmine." His voice cracked horribly as he reached out, his fingertips brushing against black crystals instead of soft skin. "Wake up. Please wake up, look at me. I love you, I love you– I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." He called out, his voice growing shakier and hoarser with every syllable.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

He was supposed to be her protector.

He was supposed to keep himself– this monster– away from her. Yet, she had been stubborn, refusing to leave him.

Worse, he had been selfish.

Selfish to crave her presence when he knew he was not himself.

Selfish to want her there when both his mind and his body were at war.

And now, his selfishness had brought him here, sitting on his knees in a pool of crimson in the middle of the ruins of his destruction, his beloved laying still in front of him. Her hand, soft and still, was marred with her own blood. Yet, it was pointed towards him, as if even in her last moments, she had reached out to him.

Silly girl. Silly, stupid girl.

He called her name, called it again and again, the pain in his voice growing deeper and deeper with every call. He prayed, he yearned, to see some movement from her. Nothing, not a muscle, moved under the stillness of the night.

"My love. My life." He crawled closer to her, his hands cradling her still body close to his chest. "You can't.... I need you. I love you. Open your eyes. Please, love, open your eyes." Tears steadily dripped off the bridge of his nose, landing softly on her pale cheek.

What he wouldn't do to look into those lovely eyes again.

What he wouldn't kill to hear that sweet voice call his name again.

"You're not a monster, Zayne."

She had been wrong. He was a monster, and now, he had lost the only person who believed in him. Who made him feel as if he could be more,as if he deserved more than the world's scorn.

His arms wound tight around her, and his lips dropped open to let out a heartwrenching sob.

The ruins soon echoed with the cursed song of his screams, his wails of despair, his calls of her name.

"Why her? Why not me? Why did it have to be her?"

The skies above them thundered, and rain fell from the heavens. Beneath them, Zayne screamed his despair up at the skies, as if someone up there could hear him.

The once aloof Head of Department was now a broken husk of his former glory, a grieving man whose cries of agony shook the skies.

He was not a surgeon.

He was not the Forseer, and he was not the Emissary.

He was Zayne Li, the man who had lost his everything.

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A/N: Well, that is all for today, folks! Comment on the pinned post to be tagged in the next posts 💖

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i need your talented hands to write about reader being needy, clingy, and crybaby with lads husbands who always keep their girl in their lap pampering her, bestie i’m ovulating i need this plz

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ His Crybaby

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff, fem reader who cries for no reason. indulgent men who adores their wife. this anon is thinking on the same wavelength as me so im gonna name you star anon. come back to me pookie :p

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ They adore their crybaby wife, after all, they're the ones who spoiled you enough to be this comfortable.

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The morning sun streamed lazily through the wide windows of your beachside home, reflecting soft blues and silvers across the marble kitchen floor. You sat curled in Rafayel’s lap, your rightful throne, wrapped in one of his oversized white shirts, legs thrown over his and arms tucked to your chest, sniffling like the world had ended.

And to be fair, to you, it sort of had.

“They’re round, Raffy,” you whimpered into his chest, voice trembling with betrayal. “You always make them heart-shaped. Always…”

Rafayel blinked slowly, a half-bitten scone in one hand, his other palm gently stroking your lower back. His long lashes fluttered over his dual-colored eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching into an amused smile.

“I was in a rush,” he offered lightly, tone bordering on amused and indulgent. “Shell delivery came early. I had to check for the right pigment.”

You glared up at him with teary eyes, bottom lip trembling. “But you forgot.”

He set the scone down and wrapped both arms around you, nuzzling your hair with a sigh. “I didn’t forget, pretty girl. I just… momentarily neglected aesthetics.” A pause. “Which I see was a grave crime.”

You hiccuped. “You never do round ones. Even when I was mad at you that one time, you still made them heart-shaped.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and fond. “That’s because even when you’re mad at me, you still eat them with those pouty cheeks and kiss me after.”

You turned your face into his neck, voice muffled and pathetic. “But they’re not heart-shaped today, so now everything feels wrong. I was gonna take a picture for my little breakfast diary…”

“Ah.” He tilted his head, brushing his lips over your temple, then lower, along your cheek where a tear had slipped down. “My girl’s so delicate today. You’re like a little seashell that got smudged with morning sadness.”

You sniffled.

Then Rafayel shifted, standing up smoothly with you in his arms, still cradled like a sobbing princess.

“I’m redoing them.”

Your head shot up. “Really?”

“Mhm. You think I won’t shape twenty scones by hand for my favorite spoiled crybaby?” he teased, walking you to the counter like you weighed nothing, setting you down on the stool just beside the mixing bowls. “You’re the only person I even tolerate. If you want heart-shaped, you get heart-shaped.”

You tried to pout again, but his words melted you too quickly.

He was already back at the counter, sleeves pushed up, a tiny ponytail tied loosely with a ribbon you’d left lying around. He didn’t ask for help. Just hummed to himself as he redid the dough from scratch, tossing glances your way every few moments to make sure you were watching.

You sat with your chin in your hands, watching him move, elegant, annoyed at the flour in his rings, muttering about how the heart mold wasn’t symmetrical enough.

You sighed happily. “Raffy?”

“Yes, cutie?”

“…Can I eat the raw dough?”

He turned, expression deadpan. “Will it stop the tears?”

You nodded.

He handed you a pinch. “Then yes, absolutely. Take the whole bowl if you want. I’ll kiss you better if you get a stomach ache.”

Once the new batch came out, perfectly heart-shaped this time, Rafayel pulled you back into his lap, dusted icing sugar from your nose with a dramatic sigh, and whispered smugly against your cheek:

“My wife throws tantrums over pastries. I married a princess.”

You beamed, mouth full of warm scone.

And he kissed you anyway.

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

You were sitting sideways in Zayne’s lap, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, sniffing dramatically into the collar of his long coat. His hand rested calmly on your thigh, the other flipping through the patient report he had been trying to review before you burst into his home office in tears.

He hadn’t even flinched when you flung yourself into his lap like it was your natural place, because it was.

Now, you were sobbing softly into his shirt.

“I just wanted the kitty sticker on my water bottle,” you hiccuped. “The pink one. And now I can’t find it anywhere, and it’s just… everything’s ruined.”

Zayne blinked once. Slowly.

“…You’re crying,” he said, tone flat, “over a sticker.”

“It was a limited edition one,” you wailed louder, curling further into him like a miserable kitten. “The sparkly holographic one from the art market you said was overpriced but still bought for me anyway—”

“Yes,” he interrupted mildly, adjusting his glasses with one finger. “That sticker.”

A beat.

“Did you check the back of your phone case?”

You paused. Then went still.

“…Oh.”

You twisted slightly, reached back, peeled it off the case, and stared at it. Whole. Unharmed.

You glanced back at him sheepishly. “Oops…”

Zayne exhaled quietly through his nose, resting his forehead against yours like he was centering himself spiritually. “You’ve cried on four of my shirts this week,” he muttered.

“It was five,” you corrected meekly.

He looked at you, hazel-green eyes dry and unimpressed. “…Of course it was.”

You clung tighter to him. “I’m sorryyy. I just get so emotional sometimes and, and you’re warm and I needed to be held and I thought it was gone forever, and now I feel dumb and—”

“Enough.” His voice cut through your spiral with practiced ease. His thumb slid along your cheek, catching a fresh tear. “You’re not dumb. You’re dramatic. There’s a difference.”

You blinked up at him.

He continued with dry precision: “A dumb woman wouldn’t be able to weaponize her tears so efficiently. You cried, and I halted a coronary consult.”

You blinked again. “…Did you really?”

“I couldn’t hear over the sobbing,” he said, flat as ever. “And I wasn’t about to drag my wife out of my lap when her world was ending over foil cat stickers.”

You hid your face in his chest again, muffling a helpless giggle. “I’m sorry…”

“No, you’re not.”

“…No, I’m not.”

He hummed. “Didn’t think so.”

Then, quietly, Zayne placed the file on the table beside him and adjusted his grip on you, hand under your thighs, the other firm at your back.

His voice dropped, quieter, softer.

“Do you want me to find you more of those stickers?”

You nodded.

“I’ll message the seller.”

You peeked up at him. “Even if it’s overpriced again?”

He leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to your forehead.

“I’m a surgeon. I can afford your sticker addiction.”

You grinned through drying tears. “You love me.”

Zayne looked back down at you, mouth twitching at the corners. “Tragically.”

That evening, he returned home from work with three new sticker packs.

When you tried to cry again, this time because one was “too cute to ever use”, Zayne simply sat down, pulled you back into his lap, and muttered against your temple, “You’re banned from Etsy.”

You didn’t listen.

And he didn’t mind.

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

The penthouse was quiet when Xavier padded in, soft footfalls echoing on polished floors. His hair was tousled from sleep, even though it was nearly evening, and he was still dressed in his off-duty clothes: oversized white sweater, soft grey pants, and socks that didn’t match. One blue. One purple. He didn’t notice.

He found you where he always did.

Curled up on the sunken couch, surrounded by plush pillows and blankets he didn’t remember buying, tissues scattered like a fallen army.

You looked up with teary eyes, bottom lip wobbling.

He blinked. “Are you in pain?”

You wailed.

Xavier didn’t flinch. He simply crossed the living room, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and settled down with you in his lap, your permanent seat, apparently. He tucked the blanket around you both automatically.

His tone was calm. “Did something hurt you?”

You nodded into his chest.

He blinked again, blue eyes soft. “Who do I eliminate?”

You sniffled. “You.”

There was a pause. A long, quiet one.

“…Me?”

“You ate the last sakura mochi ice cream. Mine. The one I’d been saving for a bad day.” You looked up at him with wet lashes and righteous heartbreak. “And now I’m having a bad day and it’s not there.”

Xavier blinked slowly again, as if replaying the event in his mind. “I didn’t know it was yours.”

“It was in the back corner of the freezer behind the emergency dumplings!” you snapped. “You know that means it’s mine!”

“Oh,” he said flatly, as if you’d just told him water was wet. “I thought you were hiding it from ants.”

“There aren’t ants in the freezer, Xavier.”

He tilted his head. “Are you sure?”

You sobbed again. “I just wanted something sweet and cold after I did so many chores and folded your weird space socks and cleaned up after that dumb pigeon that keeps coming to our balcony and now there’s nothing left.”

You buried your face into his chest.

“Nothing but betrayal.”

Xavier wrapped his arms around you gently. “I didn’t mean to betray you.”

“You did.”

He nodded once, solemn. “Then I will bear the punishment.”

You sniffed again, looking up with suspicious eyes. “What’s the punishment?”

“Letting you cry on me for as long as you want.”

“…That’s not a punishment.”

“I know,” he said softly, tucking your head under his chin. “But you seem to like it.”

You sniffled, cheeks heating up.

A silence fell again, this one softer.

“Do you want me to go back to the market?” he asked suddenly, voice muffled against your hair.

You blinked. “It’s like a two-hour round trip—”

He was already standing, carrying you with him.

“I will go,” he said firmly. “You must stay. Crying wives should not be on trams.”

“…You’re just saying that because I fell asleep on one once and missed the stop.”

“You drooled on the pole,” he said, expression neutral. “The conductor filed a complaint.”

You clung tighter. “but take me with you.”

“No.”

“Xaaaaviiiieeer.”

“No,” he said again, voice soft but resolute. “You’ll fall asleep again and cry in public and then I’ll have to destroy someone for looking at you too long.”

You paused. “…Fair.”

He sat back down with you. “I will get the ice cream. You will stay here. I will return in ninety-seven minutes. You may cry until then.”

You blinked up at him, touched.

“You love me.”

He looked down at you like you hung the moon.

“I have risked my life multiple times,” he murmured, kissing your temple, “but I fear nothing as much as my pretty wife crying over desserts.”

When he returned, you were asleep in his sweater on the couch with a new box of tissues, the balcony pigeon perched smugly nearby.

Xavier placed the mochi ice cream in your lap, kissed your forehead, and whispered:

“Victory.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

The safehouse was too quiet.

Sylus knew it the moment he stepped out of his weaponary room and into the velvet-draped hallways. No spoiled chatter echoing through the corridors. No unnecessary purchases being flaunted in his direction. No soft steps scampering down the stairs with a “look what I ordered!”

Silence, in your world, was always suspicious.

He followed the soft sound of sniffling like a predator tracking prey, though the scent of vanilla, luxury skincare, and fresh credit card ink made it painfully obvious where you were.

His smug smirk sharpened the second he entered the lounge.

There you were. Curled on one of the silk chaises, the biggest one of course, wrapped in a fluffy blanket and surrounded by open boxes, designer bags, glittering heels, two jewelry cases, and a luxury drone still hovering in standby.

And you were sobbing. Sobbing over…

He narrowed his glowing eye slightly.

“…Lipstick?”

You turned, bottom lip trembling, eyes glassy and wet. “It’s not rose gold! It’s just shimmery salmon, they lied, Sy!”

He blinked. “And for this,” he murmured, voice lilting, “you’ve called for the end of the world?”

You wailed louder. “It doesn’t match my nails! Or the heels I picked for brunch tomorrow. You said you liked the brunch outfit, you lied to me too!”

He bit back a smirk. “I said I liked the outfit, my kitty. I never said your shoes matched the lipstick.”

You let out a dramatic gasp and flopped back like you’d faint.

He let you. Indulged in it.

He stepped closer, letting his coat slide off one shoulder as he dropped to sit on the edge of your fainting couch. You peeked at him through your fingers.

“I’m being so tragic today,” you whimpered.

Sylus’s gloved hand reached down, tucking your hair behind your ear, a slow curl to his lips.

“You’re being adorable.”

You blinked up. “Even when I cried at the drone for not having better taste?”

“You yell at drones. You sob over luxury packaging. You throw a tantrum when your brunch schedule is moved by ten minutes.” His voice lowered, smug and possessive. “You are the perfect little disaster. And all mine.”

You whined softly and reached for him.

He pulled you into his lap without hesitation, one arm hooking under your knees, the other curling behind your back. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his collarbone.

“You’re mean,” you mumbled. “You think I’m dumb.”

“I think you’re delightful,” he corrected. “Painfully high maintenance. Obnoxiously bratty. But delightful.”

You hiccuped. “Do you actually like it when I cry?”

Sylus chuckled, low and pleased, the sound curling against your ear like velvet.

“I like anything that makes you run to me. Crying, shopping, scheming, screaming, doesn’t matter.” He nuzzled your cheek, a slow drag of his nose down your tear-stained skin. “You always end up in my lap either way.”

You sniffled again.

“…Can I buy a different rose gold lipstick?”

Sylus smirked against your cheek. “Buy thirty.”

“Okay,” you said immediately, perking up. “I’ll get every brand.”

“Mm.” He pressed a kiss to your jaw. “And while you do that, I’ll call your stylist. You’ll need new shoes to match all thirty.”

You gasped. “You do love me!”

He laughed, quiet, but genuinely. “You’re the only creature who could make me sit through a crying fit over cosmetics and still want to kiss the tears off your cheeks.”

You beamed, messy and smug and still a little wet-faced, clinging to him tighter.

Sylus leaned back on the chaise with you sprawled across his chest, lazy and possessive as ever.

“I’m going to destroy that brand,” he added offhandedly.

You blinked up. “Wait, what?”

He tilted his head, red eyes gleaming faintly. “They lied to my princess.”

“…Sy.”

“You cried.”

“You don’t need to destroy them—”

“You cried.”

The lipstick brand posted a mysterious apology the next day.

You got a PR box with actual rose gold lipsticks inside. Thirty of them.

And Sylus?

He smirked, sipped his wine, and kept your shopping drone “accidentally” hacked so it only displayed items in your preferred colors.

All of them were now tagged as princess-coded.

Because that’s exactly what you were.

And he wouldn’t let the world forget it.

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

Caleb had faced lots of things.

He’d commanded entire fleets, rewritten gravity, walked through explosions with only one glove smudged.

But nothing, nothing, prepared him for this.

You were crying.

Again.

In the middle of your gilded, bedroom in Skyhaven, surrounded by seventeen fluffy, high-end imported petticoats, with tears in your big wet eyes and your lower lip sticking out like a weaponized pout.

“It’s not puffy enough!” you sobbed, holding up the offending dress like it had personally betrayed you. “I said I wanted maximum puff, Caleb! You promised!”

He blinked from where he stood in full Farspace uniform, his cap still tucked under one arm, black boots gleaming, gloves unbuttoned. He had just gotten home.

And now you were sniffling and stomping your foot, your dainty little slippers slapping against the mirrored floor.

“Pipsqueak,” he started softly, trying not to laugh. “Baby. You have twelve custom princess dresses. They literally fly when you twirl—”

“But they don’t float like clouds!” you wailed. “I want the kind that make a sound when I walk. Like fwah-fwah-fwah!” You stomped again for emphasis. “This one just rustles!”

He couldn’t help it—his lips twitched.

You caught it. “Are you laughing at me?!”

Caleb crossed the room in two strides, lifting you effortlessly into his arms before you could storm away again. You squeaked, clutching his neck, your pout deepening.

“No,” he murmured, kissing your nose. “Never. You know I’d bark if you told me to. Hell, I’d jump off Skyhaven if you said it made your dresses poofier.”

You hiccuped mid-sniffle.

“You mean it?'

Caleb sat down on the edge of your pink chaise, pulling you into his lap so your skirts pooled around both of you.

“I literally rewired the AI in this house cause you said they weren't treating you gently enough. You think I wouldn’t raze the entire fashion industry if it meant you’d stop crying over dress volume?”

You whined and buried your face in his shoulder.

He rocked you gently. “There we go. Let it out. Cry about the bad dress, baby.”

You sniffled again. “I had a whole tea party outfit planned. Now what will the other official's wives say?”

Caleb growled softly under his breath. “They’ll say whatever I tell them to say, or I’ll dump them into deep space.”

You giggled wetly. “You can’t just throw skyhaven's high society ladies out, Caleb.”

“I can do anything,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Especially for you.”

“…Even puffier dresses?”

“I’ll fund a new brand that only makes them.”

You blinked up at him, tears drying fast. “You’d do that for me?”

He nodded solemnly. “I’ll call it... Princess Puff. Only you can buy from them.”

You squealed and kissed him messily on the cheek, smearing your lip gloss. “You’re my favorite boy.”

Caleb, hopeless, clutched you tighter and leaned back on the chaise, letting your frilly skirts bury him like a hero in a fairy tale.

“You’ve always been my favorite girl,” he murmured. “Even when you were a little crybaby who used to throw tantrums over sticker books.”

“I was a sensitive artist,” you huffed.

“You were a brat,” he teased, grinning. “My brat.”

You buried your face in his chest again, the fit of your next meltdown already forgotten.

And Caleb? He didn’t care if Fleet Command pinged his tablet. If the Bureau directors demanded his return.

Right now, his only mission was holding his precious pipsqueak close, wrapped in layers of unpuffy skirts and dramatic demands, and planning a fleet raid on every designer who had ever disappointed her.

Because your tears were sacred.

And Caleb, Farspace Colonel or not, was always going to roll over and play knight for his princess.

Every single time.

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Zayne: Crystallised Love

He missed you so much.

Pairing: Zayne x female!reader

A/N: soft!Zayne, he's a yearner, fluff all the way

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Zayne was tired. Rightfully so as well, seeing as this week had been full of nothing but seminars, meetings, surgeries, and endless rounds of the ICU.

And to make things worse, you were gone the entire week on a mission outside Linkon City. His only source of comfort, his Jasmine, had been taken away from him for far too long.

His office felt too silent, too dark for him to focus on anything other than your absence. He needed to feel you, to hold you once more, and let his exhaustion melt into the soft sweetness of your comfort.

However, you weren't here. And you wouldn't be here for another day or two, he realised as he carefully took off his glasses and let out a deep sigh. Placing the frames on the table in front of him, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Soft crystals of snow had started to descend from the ceiling, and he was too exhausted to stop it.

Right as he was starting to feel the control slipping through his fingers, the door creaked open. "Yvonne, how many times do I tell you to knock-" Zayne froze in the middle of his chiding when he opened his eyes and, instead of finding the nurse, found you standing there, with a gorgeous smile on your face.

"A little birdie told me a certain surgeon missed me." You pretended to be coy as you closed the door behind you, and Zayne watched, at a loss of words, as some of the crystals landed softly in your hair, creating a soft white halo on your hair.

Angel. My angel.

His throat felt tight as he slowly got up from his chair, his eyes never leaving your face as he stepped closer to you. It was as if he was committing the sight of you into the hardwiring of his brain so that he could never forget just how beautiful you were.

Standing inches away from you, his hand hesitated before slowly reaching up, his fingertips resting on the curve of your cheekbone. Your lips lifted in a soft, affectionate smile as you leaned the entirety of your cheek in his palm, your hand coming up to hold his in place.

"Zayne." You call out in a whisper, and Zayne inhaled sharply at the sound of your voice. He missed it, missed the way his name slipped off your tongue like silk. Missed the way your eyes shone like galaxies as they were trained on him, looking at him as if he was the only person in the world.

"Jasmine." His voice felt tight, winded by the love he felt for you.

God, he missed her.

He loved her.

"I'm here, Zaynie." You whisper, and the snowflakes that had been falling around them froze in place, as if time had stopped.

Not waiting a second longer, his free hand moved to cradle your cheek as he leaned down, pressing his cold lips to your warm ones. Instantly, all his exhaustion, his feeling of helplessness, melted like the ice crystals on your hair.

"I missed you, Zayne." You whispered in between the soft kisses he pressed on your lips, curling into him as he moved his arm to wrap around your waist.

There was no urgency in the way he kissed you. He was taking his time, conveying all that he felt for you in the simple act of affection.

When you finally pulled away, breathing a tad bit heavily, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "I missed you too." He whispered, gently pushing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

The crystals, which had previously been frozen in the air, slowly started moving back towards the ceiling, disappearing into thin air with soft, tinkling pops.

His eyes followed their movements before he glanced back at you, a small smile on his face.

"You're my control, Jasmine. My sanity, my everything. Without you, I'm nothing."

He whispered, your breath catching in your throat at the reverent way he spoke of you.

Not finding the words that were worthy to answer that confession, you pulled him in for another kiss. He reciprocated, and that was how Yvonne found you both minutes later as she opened the door.

"Dr. Zayne-" She paused, noting that neither of you had noticed her opening the door, too lost in your own world.

Smiling to herself, She carefully closed the door, walking back to the nurse's station with a smile on her face.

The patient files she wanted Zayne to oversee could wait.

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My heart , I adore this edit

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SPOILERS!!!!! Gege’s 夏以昼 (Caleb)🍎 Gravity Pulls Tonight | No Return Begins | Happy Birthday| Love and deepspace FOR JUNELEB!

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Caleb Mini Drabble: Slow and Steady wins the race

Young Caleb teaches young Reader/MC how to ride a bicycle

A/N: Caleb is around 13-15 years old in this setting, and MC is around 10-12 years old

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"Caleb, I'll fall!"

"Of course you won't, pipsqueak. I gotcha."

"You said that on the swings too, but I still fell and broke my tooth."

"That was different."

The sky was cloudy after a long summer of endless hot and humid days, hence it had been the perfect motivator for you and Caleb to finally break out the bikes from the garage and ride around the neighborhood. Only, there was a singular problem, one you realized when your bike came out of the garage.

The training wheels that Grandma had fixed on your bike had caught rust, making them incapable of usage. Caleb, seeing this, had gotten the perfect opportunity to finally get you to learn how to ride a proper bicycle.

And so, with the rusty training wheels discarded near the flowerbed in grandma's garden, Caleb and you had wheeled your bicycles to the nearest cycling path.

Hence your current predicament.

Caleb was standing beside the bike, holding onto the handlebar with one hand and your seat in the other. You were sitting rigidly on top of the seat, your feet glued to the pedals and knuckles almost white from how hard you were gripping the handlebars.

Every time he tried to move the bike, you let out a cry reminiscent of a scared kitten, and he found himself stopping instantly. "Pips, I can't teach you if you won't even try to learn." His tone was placating and calm, trying to get you to calm down.

"But- what if I fall? Caleb, I'm scared." You mumbled and Caleb's heart broke at the genuine fear in your tone. "I know, I know. But, it's okay to be scared. Alright? I was scared too when I was learning how to ride my big boy bike."

You looked up at him in surprise. He was scared too? Somehow, you found it difficult to believe that Caleb, who was way too big and strong for a new teenager already, was afraid of anything. He'd always been the one who came running headfirst into danger to rescue you. Whether it was bullies, bugs, or Grandma's scoldings, Caleb was always there for you.

However, his words did have the effect he had hoped for, seeing as your shoulders slowly started to loosen up. "Okay... But don't let go of the bike!" You warned, and he chuckled, nodding.

With that, he slowly started to drag the bike on the path, his grip firm on the handlebar and the seat. "That's right, pips, keep your feet on the pedals. Sit upright, try to pedal alongside me. Okay? You can do this, you're already doing so well." He continued pouring praises like water over you, and slowly, your fear dissipated into thin air.

"This is so much fun!" You cheered with a laugh after a while of being wheeled around by Caleb, and you didn't even notice the slight grimace making its way on his face as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.

"It is, isn't it pips? You're doing good, keep pedaling." His voice was soothing and you followed his instructions, unaware of what was coming next.

All of a sudden, he let go of the bike completely. "Come on, pips! Keep on pedaling!" He called out as you let out a panicked shriek, the bike wobbling precariously.

"Caleb?! You promised!"

"I know, but look! You're riding a bike all by yourself!"

And that you were, having miraculously regained your balance as your feet pedaled the bike further on the path. "I... I am?!" You shrieked and Caleb laughed, quickly climbing on his own bike to follow you. "You are, pips! Good job!"

"I am! I'm riding the bicycle! Without the training wheels!" You cheered and Caleb grinned, beside you as you both pedaled on the path.

"Yes you- pips, look out!"

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By the time both of you made your way back to the house, you had managed to scrape your knee by a tumble in the bushes. Caleb had freaked out over it, having tied your knee up with a handkerchief, but you were beside yourself with delight.

"Caleb, when are we going cycling again?"

"Soon, but only if you promise not to go far without me."

You frowned up at him. "But what if you are busy and I really, really wanna go cycling?" You asked and Caleb looked down at you, a smile on his face.

"I'll never be too busy for you, pipsqueak. I'll always play with you. Always."

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Caleb mini drabble: Clutching onto the remnants of your heart

How reader/MC coped after the explosion.

Inspired by the canon events, but with slight alterations.

Pure angst, no comfort (sorry 😞), kind of open ended.

White.

Your whole world was white from that moment onwards.

It was as if someone had intruded inside your vision and sucked out all the color from it. What was the use of them after all, when the most vibrant part of your life was dead?

Grandma and Caleb.

Caleb.

You could still remember his expression contorted with pain and hurt, when you had pushed him away. You could still count every freckle on his face scrunched in a grimace, every speck of purple in his eyes that had been painted with the realization that the one around whom his life had centered around, didn't need him anymore.

"You can trust me, pipsqueak."

Oh, how you wish you had. How you yearned you had. How you prayed, every damn moment that your heart beat inside your chest, that you hadn't told him that you could take care of yourself now. That you didn't need him.

Bullshit.

Of course you needed him.

You wanted him.

You still need him.

His heart had broken right in front of your eyes when you had resisted his care. You had seen it. And yet, still, he had refused to let you enter the house first. He had entered, and now... He was gone.

He was gone.

Colleagues from DAA had come to offer their condolences. The old neighbors had come. Gideon had stayed the night, insisting that he owed Caleb big time and taking care of Caleb's family was just him paying back the debt.

You had looked at Gideon once, and you could not brave another look. He still stayed the night, a silent companion while, across the cold hall of your hunter's association apartment, you cried your heart out inside your bed, your hands clutching the jacket that still smelled like him.

No matter how many nights you cried, how much you begged for forgiveness, the door did not open. Caleb's joyful laughter did not fill in the hallway.

The grief and pain soon turned to vengeance, however.

Soon, you found yourself consumed in your work, especially when you realized there was foul play involved in the explosion. Captain Jenna, Tara, all of them tried to get you to let yourself heal, but you didn't budge for even a second. This was your redemption. Your apology to Caleb's memories, your second chance. And you would be damned if you let this go to waste.

Whoever did this to you- no, to Caleb...

...they will pay for it. And you will make sure of that.

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sylus is a loser!

when everyone (and when everyone you mean luke and kieran) complaining about how their big boss man won’t budge and tell them his birthday— you decided to give him a try. oh and you feel bad for the twins celebrating it everyday since the first of april.

sylus finished his side quests in the n109 zone. now perched in his leather red couch, his black suit still fit on him. you decided to be coy, putting up your best red lipstick, even going all the way to styling your hair.

then, it was go time.

you slowly walked towards him with a cheeky grin. “sy?” I walked slowly towards him, he didn’t lift up his face from his book, the glasses sitting gently on the bridge of his nose. “yes, sweetie?”

“y’know.. I’ve been wondering these days.” the way you talked was filled with curiosity, but it was coated with sweetness. you slowly sat on his lap sideways, thighs placed softly on his lap while it spreads on the couch, head nestled on his shoulder while you look at him reading. right hand creeping up his chest.

“when’s your birthd—” before you could finish your sentence, sylus sets his book down. his hand supporting your back as he says, “april 18th.”

your were wide-eyed. did sylus just tell you his birthday.. so easily?

“huh.. why’d you give up so easily?” he presses a kiss on your forehead, shifting you so you’re facing him. “first of all, kitten. I could never resist you. especially with.. your methods. secondly I never thought of my birthday as such a special matter. but when you came into my life, I found myself finding the most unimportant things.. well, important.”

“...one of such things as spending my birthday with my miss hunter.” yup. sylus was a total loser. but you don’t care. he’s your loser.

© el4ise ✦ do not repost or translate.

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ellie’s thoughts 𐙚 short sylus fic inspired by his birthday banner ‘where hearts live’ i miss him sm T^T

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Sylus Mini Drabble: Keeping up with the Crow Family Shenanigans

He came home to his entire family in chaos

Pairing: Sylus x fem!reader

As promised by the poll results, just a silly tiny drabble <3 (sorry I'm busy with exams) The family in question are Luke, Kieran, you and Mephisto (no babies yet 🤭)

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The door was open, Sylus realized instantly as he reached out for the doorknob.

He had specifically mentioned Luke and Kieran to keep the house locked after him. Not a chance, Boss, Kieran had said. You can count on us, Boss, Luke had added.

Yeah right.

Flexing his fist which was already starting to smoke up with dark tendrils of his Evol, Sylus cautiously moved into the house, ready to knock out some baddie or the other. After all, he didn't play when it came to his family. However, nothing could've prepared him for the sight that awaited him.

The entire living room, one that had been once decorated with lavish black leather and red velvet, was destroyed. There was- oh, Sylus shuddered to even think of the word- pink paint splattered on the coffee table and the couch. A vase laid broken, and was that glitter? Just what the hell happened here?

"Luke! Kieran!" Sylus called out, his foot tapping impatiently on the floorboard as slow, guilty footsteps soon grazed his ears. The first one to arrive in the room was Luke, with purple glitter clumped on his face and a guilty smile on his face. Next was Kieran, who was covered from top to toe in pastel colors, colors that hurt the Onychinus leader's eyes. He, too, had a guilty smile on his face.

Last, but certainly not the least, was you.

Now, Sylus has seen things. Things that left a lasting impression. But, none of it came close to what you were looking like in that moment. You were wearing his favorite jacket, miraculously the only item on you that not only dwarfed you but also remained spotless. Other than that, you were a mess.

Your hair was thrown up in a messy bun with pink, gold, and purple glitter clumped in the strands. Your face was splotched with yellows, reds, and blues. Your blouse and shorts? Also covered in glue, glitter and paint. But, of course, there was that mischievous smile on your face.

"Kitten, please tell me something. Did you actually get in a cat fight? Specifically one in a children's show?" Sylus didn't know whether to laugh or cry, seeing as his pristine home was ruined. But, you looked so adorable right now.

And that's when he saw the reason why you, Luke, and Kieran all looked like you went to war in a Nickelodeon show.

Mephisto in your hands.

Painted like the world's most absurdly colored bird.

And if that wasn't enough, his beak and legs were covered with glue and glitter, and Sylus had never seen such a desolate look on a bird before.

"And what, may I dare to ask, did Mephisto do to deserve this injustice?"

"Payback. For snitching on me last time." You replied with the triumphant air of a champion, and that made Sylus finally crack a smile.

"So you abused my bird just because he told me that you were the one who crashed the bike?"

"Uh huh, exactly."

Sylus sighed, holding back the urge to laugh as he looked around the house once more.

"Naughty kitten."

Turning to Luke and Kieran, he raised a brow. "Neither of you stopped her?" He asked and both shook their heads simultaneously. "Sorry boss, but Mephie was getting on all our nerves. And then he cheated in cards. We had to do something."

"Unbelievable. I am surrounded by children."

"But, you love these children."

"Unfortunately."

And that was how you, Luke, and Kieran spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up the place as punishment while Sylus coddled and fixed his poor, traumatized pet.

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[calsbbyapple]

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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I'm not a Xavier girl, not even in the slightest.

But man am I in love with his laugh in the new event 🥹 so soothing and makes me feel all giddy 🥰

Also not the other LIs being jealous 😭 I've never gotten chat requests from all of them together before but when I opened the app today, each of them had messaged 😔 (don't worry Caleb and Rafayel I'm still your girl) (yes of course I'm your girl too Zayne and Sylus)

Ash's reminder:

MUST SAVE FOR HUBBY'S BIRTHDAY