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Love and Deep-space, MC X Sylus but in the K-pop Demon Hunters universe? What do you think?

“MC? You good?”

MC breathes in deeply. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t wander too far, we need to stick together.” Lina says.

Another pause, and suddenly they’re surrounded by demons. Sylus stands in the corridor, a smirk on his face as he continues to summon more.

The other boys of his Demon boy group, Saja, jump and fly to Tara and Lina, trapping them. MC growls and goes straight for Sylus, leaving the girls to fight on their own.

MC adjusted her sword in hand, eyes narrowing as she stepped through the cracked corridor. Demonic markings had begun to etch themselves into the walls—glowing faintly red like veins.

But it wasn’t just the corruption.

She felt it. Ever since they first came across the demonic boy group. Ever since she locked eyes with Sylus. It was a strong pull.

That pull again, and again. Like she was being… watched. Not just physically. Soul-deep.

Then, ahead—he stepped out from the shadows.

Tall. Lean. Cloaked in black, with a jagged red-glow sigil peeking beneath his white collar. His eyes locked onto hers—and the world around them stilled.

For a second, she forgot to breathe.

And then—

The voice came. But not hers.

“There she is.”

The Demon God’s voice slithered like oil across Sylus’ mind.

“The one who cursed you. The one who loved you. The one who left you bleeding in that temple like an animal.”

Sylus flinched—but didn’t show it.

His jaw clenched. His breath hitched.

MC raised her weapon, confused but firm. “I’ll make sure to send you back where you came from this time, Demon.” She seethed.

“Tell her the truth, Sylus. Tell her how you begged for death. Tell her what she made you.”

“Tell her!”

“Come on! What are you waiting for-.” Her voice was sharper now. Professional. Hunter instinct.

He stepped forward. And for a split second, the flicker of pain—so deep, so ancient—crossed his face.

“You don’t remember me,” he said quietly. Not a question. A statement laced with heartbreak.

She blinked, but quickly regained her stance. “I don’t think so. You can’t trick me with lies.”

“Lie! She MUST know,” the demon god hissed. “Remind her what she did to you. All of that pain. Rip her apart and be done with it.”

“Or would you rather watch her walk away again?”

Sylus pressed a hand to his temple, staggering slightly.

“Hey—!” She stepped forward, weapon lowered instinctively. “Are you—”

He looked up. And his eyes�� they weren’t normal.

Flecks of red swirled in the irises. Like something inside him was moving.

“You don’t get to pity me,” he whispered.

Tara’s voice cut through the bath house again. “MC! Where the hell are you?!”

MC didn’t answer.

Because Sylus reached for the edge of his shirt—again—and pulled it down just far enough to reveal it:

A burning demonic brand over his heart, jagged and alive, pulsing in sync with the red light around them.

She stepped back.

“What—what is that?”

He looked at her—dead in the eyes.

“This,” he said, “is what your love did.”

And then, as if summoned by those words, the corridor groaned. The walls bled shadows. Smoke from the bath house continued to fill the room.

Sylus’ hand trembled as he turned from her—face twisted with something between grief and hatred.

“You don’t remember cursing me,” he said.

“You don’t remember begging me not to die.”

“You don’t remember stabbing me anyway.”

He looked back over his shoulder, voice barely audible through the static.

“I do.”

MC screamed as she charged at him, blue sword in hand. He dodged her before the sword could pierce his chest, and with it, a slash right through the leather of her sleeve.

Her “demon” pattern is revealed. Her eyes go wide as she tries to hide it.

Sylus looks at her in confusion. “You… they don’t know.” He muttered in disbelief.

Before they could exchange any other words, the wall beside them crumbles. There, Tara and Lina are fighting off the rest of the demons, screaming for their friends help.

“MC we need you! We can’t do this on our own!”

MC panics, stepping back and covering her arm with her hand the best that she could. She can’t move. She can barely breathe. Panic is quickly spreading. “No… no, no, no-“ she whispers to herself.

Suddenly, shes enveloped in an embrace. Her and Sylus lock eyes, their faces inches apart as he covers her arm with a cloth.

Then he vanishes into the shadows, leaving behind red smoke as Tara and Lina lock eyes on her frame, still fighting off the demons. “MC!”

She snaps out of it, yelling out as she runs to help her friends, slashing through the rest of them until there’s no more left.

Tara and Lina are breathing heavily, clearly exhausted. They pat MC’s back. “Let’s go. I really need to lay on couch right about now.” Tara sighs, walking away with Lina.

But MC didn’t move. Didn’t blink or speak.

She was still staring at the space he left behind.

Still hearing his voice.

And feeling a pain she didn’t understand—yet.

Yes? No? Maybe so?

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You can just tell everyone let out their inner freak that night....

—Posting this here cos the quality is ass in tiktok since it compresses the images a lot. I had this idea where MC is a rich girl and threw a crazy surprise party for Caleb's bday and it eventually led to some crazy shii along with the other LIs tagged in. She documented everything through pictures in her phone while she was drunk btw.

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Only Me

Part 1, Part 2

The room shrank with Caleb’s arms wrapped tightly around you—not crushing, but unyielding. Your breath hitched beneath the fierce weight of him.

His hand rested against your waist, steady but cold, and your fingers found their way to the dog tag hanging from his neck. You traced the worn edges gently—the only thing that survived that terrible day. Memories begin to flood your mind, of the Caleb before the incident.

He stepped into the house first. You were right behind him, just a moment too late.

Then came the explosion. Flames, smoke, chaos—and somehow, this dog tag had survived. You’d held onto it ever since, a fragile link to the boy you once knew.

“I wasn’t supposed to come back to you,” Caleb murmured, voice low and raw, as you gently caressed the tag.

His eyes softened, his lips pressing against your temple. “I lost more than just an arm that day, Pipsqueak. Lost pieces of myself I don’t think I’ll ever get back. Time, with you.”

His breath was warm against your skin, rough with something you couldn’t name—grief, obsession, love twisted sharp.

“You were talking to them, while I was gone,” he said quietly, voice rough. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t pull away.

“They don’t see you like I do,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper, “and they’ll never protect you the way I will. His fingers curled around your wrist, steady but unyielding.

“You don’t need them anymore. Not when I’m here.” His lips brushed your ear, sending a chill racing down your spine.

Your heart hammered against your chest as his dog tag pressed against your palm, cold and real. You closed your eyes, caught between the love you remembered and the darker man standing before you.

“I’m yours, Caleb.”

A slow, almost dangerous smile spread across his lips.

“Forever, pipsqueak.”

Apologies if it seems a bit repetitive! I wrote this late at night LOL

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Celebrating release of the bday card trailer

with some Caleb photos 🤭. I'm so excited!

Btw still not sure about the editing. I try to

ignore the inner calling to make all my picture

grainy, but at the same time clear photos are

too clear for me now 😅 so I apologize for the

inconsistency.

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Yes.

caleb has lots of stamina. but sometimes, it goes unused. 

sometimes, when you’re cuddled up beside him on his oversized couch, he likes to stay still with you. to hold you close and whisper in your ear, filling your head with all his darkest daydreams. 

“i want to taste you so badly. haven’t in a while,” he says lowly. “want to press you down on my face ‘til you’re my only oxygen. i’ll take everything you have—kiss your little clit until you’re begging me to stop, cryin’ that you can’t sit up straight anymore.”

“and then,” he murmurs, his voice a tantalizing snare, “i’ll lay you down and start all over.” 

he keeps going. on and on, telling you what he wants to do but not doing it. he’s doomed you both to unfulfilled desire, trapping you in his hold while you sit idly in each other’s warmth—you getting wetter, him getting harder. 

even when you squirm and whine about how gross and filthy he is, he only rubs his nose against your cheek and inhales deeply before whispering again: “but i haven’t finished talkin’ to you yet, baby. what’ll you think of me when i’m done?”

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Sigh

I seriously love your writings both of caleb and rafayel......! You literally ate!.....And i know you are gonna write zayne next but i really wanna see them regret more like how about a part three where they see you with some man and their jealousy spikes (but the man is like just a friend or relative)....and when they pull you away to some other place to talk in private you tell them that's how you felt when they were with mc but you are not like them...and blah blah blah angst angst angst....pretty please

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❝𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦.❞

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒆 | 𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍 𝒙 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒎𝒄)

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 | 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃 𝒙 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒏-𝒎𝒄)

It had been six months.

Six months since he last saw you.

Six months of scrolling through his camera roll, hoping your face would blink back to life.

Six months of unfinished messages in his drafts.

Six months of pretending to move on, while being stuck in the same moment you walked away.

Rafayel saw you again on a Sunday.

Bright day. Warm air. People laughing around a pop-up market near white sand bay.

And there you were—laughing too.

Wearing a white sundress. Hair tied up in a loose bun. Holding an iced drink, chatting with some guy. He was tall. Broad-shouldered. Well-dressed. Probably kind.

Rafayel froze mid-step. A sharp breath lodged in his throat like a punch to the lungs.

You were smiling.

You looked… okay.

Without him.

And that hurt more than anything.

The man leaned in to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. Rafayel didn’t think.

He moved.

Before he could stop himself, he crossed the street, pushed through the crowd, and grabbed your wrist.

You gasped.

“Rafayel?” Your voice was pure shock.

The man stepped in instantly, protective. “Who the hell are you?”

But Rafayel’s eyes were only on you.

“Can we talk?” he asked, breath shaky. “Please. Just a few minutes.”

You looked at your companion, then back at him. “…It’s okay. I’ll be back in a bit.”

You always were too kind.

You walked to a quieter part of the bay, away from the crowds. Rafayel didn’t speak at first. He just stared.

“You look good,” he murmured finally.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “So do you. I saw the awards you won. Congrats.”

It felt like poison.

He didn’t care about the awards. Not when you weren’t in the crowd, cheering.

Then he snapped. “Who is he?”

You blinked. “Seriously?”

“Is he your boyfriend?” His tone was colder than intended.

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “He’s my cousin, Rafayel.”

He shut up.

“God,” you muttered. “You really haven’t changed, have you?”

Rafayel took a shaky breath.“I thought I saw you happy with him. I thought—”

“You thought I forgot you?” You looked at him now. Really looked. “You think I just walked away and stopped feeling anything?”

His jaw clenched. “I don’t know. You never answered my texts. You shut me out completely.”

“Because you already shut me out first.” Your voice trembled. “I begged for your attention. I waited on you. I stood in the shadows, loving you silently while the world shipped you with her. I told myself it was just acting. That you’d come back home to me every time. But you didn’t. Not really.”

"i was stupid." he whispered. “I didn’t see what I was losing.”

“No,” you said, eyes glossy now. “You saw. You just didn’t care until it was gone.”

Rafayel felt the ache throb harder than ever. “I care now.”

You looked away. “Too late.”

Silence fell between you like an ocean.

“I still love you,” Rafayel said, voice cracking.

You shut your eyes at that. “And I’ll probably always love you. But love doesn’t fix trust, Rafayel. It doesn’t erase being forgotten.”

He nodded slowly. Pain blooming behind his ribs.

“I’m not asking for another chance,” he said quietly. “I just… I wanted to hear your voice again. To know if you ever missed me.”

You turned to him then. “I missed you every night I cried myself to sleep,” you said. “I missed you every time I saw your face on a billboard and knew that smile wasn’t mine anymore.”

A long pause.

“Do you hate me?” he asked.

“No,” you said gently. “I mourned you. That’s worse.”

Rafayel swallowed hard. You stepped back, and he felt you slip through his fingers all over again.

“I hope you find someone who chooses you every day,” you said. “Even when the cameras are off.”

He blinked fast. “And I hope you find someone who never makes you feel like a secret.”

You nodded. Then gave him the softest smile.

“Goodbye, Rafayel.”

As you walked away—back to your cousin, to your laughter, to your healing—Rafayel stood frozen, shoulders trembling, heart hollowed out.

He got his closure.

He got his answer.

But he never got you again.

It was a bookstore.

Of all places, it had to be that damn bookstore.

Caleb hadn’t even meant to go in. He was just wandering—haunted, really. Some part of him was always retracing the places you'd once gone together, like maybe memory could substitute for presence.

Then he saw you.

Poetry aisle. Laughing. With someone else.

Your smile hit him like a truck.

The guy beside you was tall. Kind-looking. He leaned close—too close. Your hand brushed his. You didn’t flinch. You laughed again, head tilted, that same way you used to tilt it with him.

Caleb’s stomach twisted.

Jealousy. Regret. Panic. All-consuming.

He moved before he thought, crossing the store and standing right behind you. “Hey.”

You turned. A flicker of surprise crossed your face. “Caleb?”

The man beside you stiffened slightly. Caleb didn’t care.

“We need to talk,” he said, voice low, sharp. “Now.”

You blinked, instantly guarded. “Excuse me?”

“Please,” he said, this time quieter. “Just—five minutes.”

You exchanged a glance with the man beside you—calm, collected, not threatened. He nodded once, as if giving you the choice. “I’ll be right back,” you told him softly.

You followed Caleb. Not willingly—but not resisting either.

He led you out the side door, into the quiet alley behind the building. The moment it closed behind you, the air shifted. Old ghosts crept in.

You crossed your arms. “What is this?” you asked.

Caleb ran a hand through his hair. “I saw you. With him. I just—I lost it.”

You stared. “So?”

“So I couldn’t handle it,” he blurted. “Seeing someone else make you laugh like that. It felt like being erased.”

You tilted your head. “Funny. That’s exactly how I felt when you forgot how to love me.”

He flinched.

“I know I don’t have the right,” he whispered. “But I can’t lie to you. I haven’t moved on. I haven’t been able to.”

“Caleb,” you said softly. “What are you doing?”

“I want to start over,” he said. “Not as who we were. As who we could be. Coffee. A conversation. One small step—”

You shook your head.

He stopped.

“I’m not angry anymore,” you said. “And I’m not bitter. But I’m done.”

His eyes searched yours. “You’re really saying that?”

“I waited,” you whispered. “I gave you chances. You wasted them. Now I’ve learned to build a life where I don’t have to be someone’s second thought.”

Tears burned at the corner of his eyes. “But I still love you.”

“I believe you,” you said. “But love isn’t enough. Not when it comes too late.”

He reached out, then stopped himself. “So that guy…?”

“My cousin,” you said again, almost tiredly.

Caleb blinked.

You offered a soft, almost sad smile. “It’s not jealousy that should’ve brought you here. It should’ve been realization. It should’ve been me.”

“I was a coward.”

“You were,” you agreed. “But that’s not my burden to carry anymore.”

Silence.

Wind passed between you both like a closing chapter.

“I hope you find peace,” you said gently. “And next time—don’t wait until it’s over to say what matters.”

You stepped back, and this time, he didn’t stop you.

Just stood there, like a man watching a door close on the version of himself he’d only just begun to love again.

You disappeared back into the store, the world, your future.

And Caleb stayed in the alley—

Finally, alone.

Truly.

Utterly.

Alone.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 : my actual plan was to have them get back together. but then i remember, you can't heal using the same method that hurted you. so yeah, i gave them closure instead. but don't worry i'm gonna give all of them happy ending! (●'◡'●)

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BROOO?????

❝𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫.❞ part 2

Caleb as your boyfriend x you (non-mc), birthday angst.

𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗯'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃

Caleb had never noticed it before—not really.

The way your smile never quite reached your eyes these days. The way your fingers fidgeted in your lap when MC leaned a little too close. The way Gideon looked at you with something that resembled… pity.

He thought things were fine. You never complained. You were always understanding. Supportive. Gentle. So he convinced himself you were okay.

That night at the club, he hadn’t thought twice about offering MC his jacket. She was cold, drunk. He didn’t even see your bare arms shivering just inches away. Didn’t notice the way your lips pressed into a tight line when MC clung to him in her usual, tipsy way.

Didn’t realize how wrong it all looked—until much, much later.

It wasn’t until he saw Gideon hand you his jacket, and you hesitated, almost embarrassed, that something in his chest stirred. A flicker. Just a flicker.

He should’ve checked in.

But MC laughed, and his attention shifted again. It always did.

Caleb had always thought love would be obvious.

Loud. Chaotic. Unavoidable. Like the kind he saw in movies, or felt years ago, when he was young and stupid and MC was the girl next door with a crooked smile and dreams bigger than both of them.

But maybe that was the problem.

He didn’t realize love could also be quiet.

Like someone sitting on his right side all night.

Someone who didn’t need to speak to be loud.

Someone who didn’t cry even when he deserved to be yelled at.

He didn’t realize until you were gone.

Caleb noticed your silence the morning after his birthday.

No good morning kiss. No breakfast for two. No light footsteps moving through the kitchen.

Just... silence. The kind that made his chest tight.

He walked into the living room. Your phone was gone. So was your jacket. The dress from last night? Folded neatly on the chair.

His heart sank.

A note sat on the table, your handwriting small, almost apologetic.

> “Happy birthday again. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye in person. Take care of MC. She needs you.”

He read it twice. Then again. And again.

Then he said your name out loud, like maybe if he spoke it enough, you’d answer.

You didn’t.

Day 2.

He texted.

No reply.

Day 3.

Called. Straight to voicemail.

Day 5.

He showed up at your workplace. Your co-worker said you took leave. “Needed space,” was all they offered.

Day 7.

Gideon found him sitting on the floor of his apartment, surrounded by takeout containers and empty glasses. “You look like hell,” Gideon said, pulling him up by the arm.

“I think she’s gone,” Caleb croaked. “For real this time.”

Gideon didn’t say I told you so. But the look in his eyes said everything. “You hurt her, man. You didn’t even notice. I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, but damn, Caleb… the way you looked at MC that night? You should’ve seen yourself.”

Caleb ran a hand through his hair, chest aching. “She’s just my childhood friend.”

“No,” Gideon said, dead serious. “She was your future. And you treated her like a seat-filler.”

One week later, Caleb finally found you.

You were at the park, sitting alone on a bench with a takeaway coffee cup in hand, face tilted toward the pale sun. You looked peaceful.

And he hated himself for wanting to disturb that peace.

Caleb stood there for a moment, just watching. Then took a slow step forward.

You noticed him before he could say your name. “I thought you’d be with MC.” Your voice wasn’t bitter. Just… tired.

Caleb winced. “She’s not the one I want to be with.”

Silence.

“I was stupid,” he continued, swallowing down the guilt. “I didn’t see what I was doing until you left.”

“No,” you said, calmly. “You saw. You just didn’t care until I finally walked away.”

Caleb froze. Because you were right.

And it hurt. Because he deserved it.

“You looked at her like she was the only one in the room,” you whispered. “And I was there the whole time, Caleb. I was there.”

He stepped closer, voice raw. “You have every right to hate me. But I—God, I miss you. I miss us. I’d do anything to fix it. Anything.”

You looked at him then. Eyes glassy, but steady. “And if MC called you drunk again tonight?" Your words were like a dagger. “If she needed you again? Would you leave me in the backseat again?”

“…No,” he whispered. “Not anymore.”

You nodded slowly, letting his answer hang in the air like fog. Then you stood, brushing off your coat. “I don’t want to be your second choice, Caleb. Not anymore. I loved you enough to accept crumbs. I loved you enough to believe your silence meant safety. But I love myself more now.”

His hands trembled, he didn't think twice as he sank down on his knees, kneeling infront of you. “Please. I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you—”

But you shook your head. “I don’t want you to make it up to me. I just want you to feel it.”

And with one last look, you turned and walked away.

Caleb kneeled there long after you disappeared, clenching his fist, throat burning.

And for the first time in years, Caleb finally understood:

𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝗛𝗲’𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

soo here's caleb with my mc! (●'◡'●)

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I need a hug.

❝𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫.❞

Caleb as your boyfriend x you as non-mc, birthday angst.

The bass thumped through the walls of the club, the air thick with perfume, alcohol, and neon lights. People danced like nothing in the world could touch them. But you sat stiffly in the booth, surrounded by people who belonged to a life you didn’t quite fit in.

Caleb’s birthday.

You’d dressed up. Spent an hour doing your makeup. Wore the dress he once said he liked—back when he still said things like that.

You hadn’t known MC would be there.

She was dazzling tonight, even if her lipstick was a little smudged and her laugh too loud from the alcohol. She was everything you weren't—familiar to Caleb, easy to be around. A shared history written in inside jokes and old stories.

She sat on his left. You, his girlfriend, on the right. But somehow, it felt like you were always outside the picture frame.

"Pipsqueak, I told you not to wear skirts—people are gonna stare at you at this point." Caleb said it teasingly to MC, pulling off his jacket and draping it over her lap like it was second nature. Like her comfort was instinct. Like you weren’t even there.

You stared down at your lap. At your own bare thighs, goosebumps rising from the cold. You wore a dress too. But he hadn’t even glanced your way.

Gideon caught it. Always did. He looked at you like he understood. Like he pitied you. He slipped his jacket off and offered it across the table.

You shook your head quickly. “I’m fine.”

But Gideon just smiled softly and insisted. “If my girlfriend were here, she’d be proud of me.”

You took it. Grateful, but humiliated.

Caleb didn’t even notice.

The night dragged on. You didn’t drink. Didn’t dance. You watched Caleb feed MC water between shots, steady her when she tripped in her heels, laugh when she whispered something in his ear.

You should’ve been used to this by now.

You were always understanding.

You knew they had a past.

But it didn’t stop the slow, aching stretch in your chest every time his eyes crinkled with laughter that wasn’t meant for you.

You followed them out to the car. Gideon had gone home already. MC stumbled toward the passenger seat, giggling about something only Caleb could hear. You reached for the handle—just a second too late.

She beat you to it, crawling in and immediately passing out. You looked at Caleb, hoping—praying—he would tell her to switch. That he'd remember you were here, too.

But instead, he just looked at you like this was normal. Like it was okay. “I hope you don’t mind sitting in the backseat instead.”

You stared at him. The man you loved. The man who hadn’t touched your hand once all night. “…Yeah,” you murmured. “It’s fine.”

You sat behind them the whole ride, like a stranger hitching a ride in her own relationship.

Caleb kept glancing at her—tucking her hair back gently, adjusting her skirt when it rode up, smiling softly at her nonsense muttering.

And you watched.

Watched and understood.

Because you knew that look.

It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t friendship.

It was tenderness. That raw, unguarded kind that you hadn’t seen from him in months. Maybe never.

You bit your lip hard enough to taste metal.

You weren’t even mad. You were just… tired.

Tired of being the afterthought.

Tired of being on the outside looking in on your own relationship.

When you got home, at Caleb's apartment. he carried MC to the guest room and tucked her in. Like a scene from a romance film.

You went to bed alone.

He didn’t even come to check on you.

And that night, you curled up on your side, arms wrapped around your own body, and whispered into the dark: “Just once more. I wouldn’t mind being burned if it means keeping you.”

But deep down, you knew the truth.

𝙃𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧.

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I have decided, I will be taking it into my own hands!! So, have fun with this little bit I wrote :>

Only Me

Part 1, Part 2

You didn’t mean for Caleb to see it.

You really didn’t.

But you left your phone face up on the coffee table, screen still glowing with unread messages—and when you stepped away to get him some tea, he caught a glimpse. Just a glimpse. “Zayne again?” His voice was too soft. Too calm. You freeze in the kitchen doorway, ceramic cup ready to tremble in your hands. “…What?”He’s already holding your phone. The screen lights up in his hand like it’s mocking him. “You’ve been messaging them… Zayne. Rafayel. Xavier… Sylus.” He draws out each name like venom on his tongue. You take a cautious step towards him. “Caleb, it’s not like that. They’re my friends-“ Something in him snaps, standing so suddenly the couch groans under the shift. “Friends? Really? I feel like you’re not being very honest with me, pipsqueak.”

“They- they are.” His eyes darken—no, storm—and his fingers tighten around your phone until his knuckles go pale. “Funny, how you’ve got four guys lighting up your messages. Flirting. That doesn’t seem very friend like.”

“You know, I’ve been here all along—waiting, hoping you’d see me the way I see you.” Your heart pounds against your ribs. “We’ve known each other since we were kids,” you try, hoping the memory of shared childhood warmth will cool the fire behind his eyes. “You matter to me, Caleb… it’s just-.” He laughs then. Low, bitter. The kind that makes your blood run cold. “You don’t get it,” he murmurs, stepping closer. He lifts the phone to your face, the screen still glowing with unread texts. “They’ll never understand you like I do. They’ll never love you like I do.”

“Caleb, what-.” He leans in, too close, his voice brushing your ear like silk. “Well… you wouldn’t understand even if I told you, pipsqueak.”

“Or should I start calling you Kitten? Since you seem to enjoy it so much.”

You flinch.

He notices. He always notices. And smiles—slow, twisted—spreading across his face like spilled ink. “You’re not going to leave me,” he says softly, so sure of it. “Even if I have to make sure they stop bothering you. One by one.” You step back. The mug slips from your hands and clinks on the floor. Caleb is there in a second, holding you close, arms wrapped around you tightly. “I’ll protect you. From them. From everyone. You think I’m going to let you slip away? No. I’m the only one who’s going to keep you safe… keep you here, with me—forever.”

(I apologize if there’s any mistakes! I haven’t written in FOREVER!!! Let me know if yall want a part 2 😩)

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Good soup Mc…. Good sooouuuup! 🗣️🙂‍↕️

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Anyone know of a Caleb fic where he finds out about the other LADS boys and gets so so jealous? It’s a NEED! I’ll give you my SOUL!!!! Based off of this TikTok right here!

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He's a big baby - a huge baby even - when he's sick.

You love him to bits regardless, where most people would probably roll their eyes, you jump on the chance to dote on him. Sylus, your big, strong, adorable lover, was reduced to a whiny little mess when his nose was stuffy and his head throbbed.

"I can't believe they let you in..." a cool towel lies across his brow, voice thick with sleep and nasally from the sickness. "Of course they let me in, they're worried about their boss man since he rarely gets sick." You were worried too. Cold or not, you hated seeing Sylus anything less than perfect. It was just so... unlike him.

"I'll be fine, just need to rest." But he was peering at you from under the cool towel, eyes glossy and filled with need. A silent plea for you to take care of him, baby him even, you never got chances like this.

"I'll stay with you, to assure you actually rest like you're supposed to." Slowly, the towel goes back down, but you see the little twitch in the corner of his lips. He's pleased, and that makes your heart flutter.

"I brought you some cold medicine. It won't get rid of the symptoms all together but it'll dull them enough... you got the cold from me after all. I told you that you should have worn a mask." Sylus groans, his evol snatching the bag from your hand and holding it out of your reach. "I don't need any medicine, just you."

"That's silly and you know it."

But his evol is wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards the bed and lifting you onto it. "Sylus!" As much as you wanted to scold him, you couldn't help but swoon at his stubborn acts of affection. He didn't want anything but you. "I just need..." and he's pushing himself up just to push you down against the pillows.

"...you." he's crawling on top of you, body radiating heat from his fever as he puts every pound of his weight on top of you. His head, hot and slightly damp from the towel, finds its home on your breasts.

The air is punched out of your lungs by his weight, but you can feel his once tense body melt into yours and you'd be damned if you complained now. "A-alright, fine. But please take some of the medicine I bought. Your head will thank you."

A beat of silence, then two, "I'll take it only if you feed it to me." So he wanted the full babying experience, huh? "...Fine."

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vessel and ii are pretty much caleb and gideon; vessel as caleb, ii as gideon and vice versa, they are them

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So right.

can't stop thinking about caleb's physical insecurities... and just kissing each one of them away jxbxbdjdkskd

bacne and breakouts ~ like that man is sweating his ass off at the gym 24/7 and stuffing himself with protein powders with god knows what in them... so... firm believer here that caleb has body acne (back and shoulders at least) and acne scars on his smoochable, freckled face... i just wanna cup his cheeks, straddle his lap, and pepper him with kisses (and don't tell me that him and mc arent close enough for her to be the annoying gf that just wants to pop her bf's pimples...)

love handles ~ we all know caleb has them... he's buffier than the other lads men... he doesn't have a snatched waist like sylus does... but holy mother of **** !!! the two little bumps poking out when his towel hangs low, when hes pulling his pants up in the morning... i bet he'd initially hate it if mc ran her hands over them when the're showering or in bed together, would say that they make him feel feminine, but... *bites into her arm* sexiest part of his body if u ask me... i'd worship them...

look at his chest in that yummy workout outfit of his - now look me straight in the eye and tell me he doesn't have puffy nips... ding ding ding... you can't... but i can so see him be anxious about the size of his nipples when they stiffen or smthn... when he gets cold... im just gonna leave that here

having dull and 'boring' hair ~ not to compare him too much to the other lis but caleb does have the most common hair colour and texture... (xav and sy have this silver puffy puff, zayne and his thick nocturnal black, raf has his own fucking category istg) .... but caleb's is just... ordinary... not a statement feature... but he's so beautiful without having to stand out... like crazy pretty... would put on a hair mask with him and call him the prettiest boy that ever walked the earth

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Knowing Sylus loves classical music, do you think he enjoys Stabat Mater Dolorosa? It’s a bit more on the opera side but, I don’t know it gives his vibe.

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SO PERFECT

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