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CALEB - don’t go home without me

so alone i would be, in a world that you’re not near

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

image credits: guther lee

The argument had been setting fire on the fragile peace you and Caleb had re-built together. The living room still hummed with your raised voice and his sharp silence. He stood there like a wall, arms rigid at his sides, jaw locked, as you shouted at him for suffocating you with his protectiveness. You couldn’t see that, for him, it wasn’t control. It was survival—the only way he knew how to care. The only way he’d ever been taught. But, he couldn’t deny your anger either.

Your chest heaved as you stuffed belongings into your bag, refusing to look at him. His shadow loomed behind you, tense and unmoving, like if he moved even an inch you might shatter what you have forever.

“You don’t trust me,” you hissed, choking on the frustration knotting your throat. “You don’t see me. You only see the dangers. You only see the worst.”

Caleb flinched—not outwardly, not in the way others might. His movements were too disciplined, his mask too practiced. But you’d spent enough time with him to feel the faint crack in his armor. A tremor, like the floor itself had shifted.

And yet, he said nothing.

“You only want me behind you, never next to you.”

Your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag as you stormed toward the door. Your pulse thudded in your ears, drowned out the sound of his breathing. You wanted to escape, to get away for a bit. You hated this emotion clouding your being. You hated thinking this about Caleb—your Caleb.

But then, just as your hand curled around the doorknob, his voice cut through the room—low, hoarse, trembling in a way you’d never heard before.

“Don’t go home without me.”

The words froze you in place.

Your breath hitched. Your vision blurred. That line—it wasn’t just words. It was a memory, carved into both of you, sealed in grief. You knew exactly where he’d gotten it. That night. That note. That fragile piece of paper you had written with trembling hands when the world had convinced you Caleb was gone forever. Don’t go home without me. It had been a prayer. A plea. A desperate bargain with the universe. And he’d found it. He knew.

Slowly, you turned.

He was standing there, his composure finally cracking. His violet eyes burned with something raw—pain, guilt, desperation. His lips pressed together as if holding back everything else he wanted to say, everything he couldn’t bear to lose if he said it wrong. His hands reached out, hesitant, as though afraid you might recoil from his touch.

“I read it,” he admitted, voice rough, almost breaking. “That note. I wasn’t supposed to, but I couldn’t stop. You wrote it because of me. Because of what I put you through. And now I’m here, alive, and I can’t-”. His voice faltered, swallowed by the weight of his own shame. “I can’t watch you walk away like I’m already gone again.”

Your tears slipped free, burning down your cheeks as your chest tightened until it hurt.

The room was silent except for the sound of your unsteady breathing, except for the quiet breaking of the walls around him. For once, Caleb didn’t look like the unshakable protector, the man forged in discipline and shadows. He looked human. Shattered. Afraid.

And all at once, leaving felt impossible.

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a/n: i knew i would use this song sooner or later but idk if i wanted it to be v romantic like something ab vows or angsty like ab caleb blowing up or whatnot.

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i’m cooking up something and it’s angsty (i hope)

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off topic but i will be at that bts concert idc how much it costs i will sell my kidney i will queue with all my devices + friends’ i WILL BE IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS IDCCCCC 💜💜💜💜💜💜 #bts

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Caleb has an incredible, almost inhumane ability to understand every word you say.

"Here ya go." Caleb sets a refreshing glass of water in front of you. He noticed your cup was getting low and got up to fetch a refill without being asked.

"Rank rou!" The words 'thank you' attempt to force their way out around a mouthful of food. Your gratitude is muffled, voice wet from the chewed mush stuffed in the pockets of your cheeks.

"No problem." Under the guise of ruffling your hair Caleb places a hand atop your head. Really, he's trying to protect innocent strands of hair from getting glued to the sticky sauce smeared all over your messy face.

It doesn't gross him out. It's one of the highest compliments he can receive as your personal chef.

"You know nobody's gonna take that away from you, right?"

"Rrassrole..."

"Don't swear with a full mouth, honey."

Caleb's side of the bed is cold. The indent his head leaves on the pillow has already puffed back into shape. The only trace of him left behind is the readjusted blanket, tucked neatly over your shoulder and under the chin.

There's still a few hours until sunrise. It's at this unfortunate time, between the waking world and the sleeping souls, that Caleb departs to begin his day.

"Mmph? Mmn?" He has no choice, you know this. And you have no right to blame him for a messy work schedule when yours is also far from pretty.

But he's never left without a goodbye kiss before. He wouldn't forget, would he?

"Relax. I'm still here."

A familiar shadowy figure emerges from the hallway. The outline of his colonel hat illuminates in the low lamp light coming from outside the bedroom.

"G'mornin' kith?" Drool trickles out the corner of your mouth. It smudges on the pillow sheet, leaving a circular stain.

You can't see his smile in the darkness. But you can feel its warmth seeping through the soft blankets.

"Of course I came for a good morning kiss. I'd have a pretty bad day if I didn't get to kiss my pretty girl goodbye."

Caleb kisses the same wet lips leaving marks on the nice pillows. He lingers, eyes comfortably shut, charging his social battery to get through the day ahead. Pulling back, his gloved thumb wipes away any excess spittle.

"Have a good day. Get some rest."

"Mhm." Sleep is taking hold of you again, already eager to sink back into the plush bed. It's easier to not be awake when Caleb leaves for these early hour shifts.

"Wuv you..."

"I love you too. Sweet dreams."

"I can't do this. I can't." Breath so heavy, nose clogging your sinuses with thick snot, your voice is barely recognizable. Even you can't fully grasp the panicked babbling coming from your mouth.

The weather app on your phone has been visited the most today. A few days ago a co-worker mentioned a big storm might pass through the area. And ever since you've become fixated.

The app said the storm would miss you. So why is it here, hovering just over the house, wind whipping and thunder cracking with a vengeance? The power was out, likely to remain that way until the weather cleared. The bathroom window, showing you just how big and bright the lightning was, is the only thing penetrating the darkness.

"Caleb, it's so loud." The thunder rushes through your ears, your head pounding along with its melody. The sound of your voice is lost to the whistling wind squealing past the trees.

"Is that what you need? For it to be quieter?"

Your noise canceling headphones are in the bedroom. Caleb isn't willing to peel you out of his lap and leave you on your own while he gets them.

His palms curl over your ears, cupping the lobes in the crevices of his fingers. It isn't enough to block the chaos outside completely. But maybe just because it's Caleb touching you, doing his best to block out the source of your fear, it helps.

"No storm has managed to pull us apart yet. I won't let it now." He knows you can't hear him. He needed to say it anyways.

Gideon's temple rests against the cool glass window in the passenger seat. Conversation had fizzled out after a few minutes of sitting in the car together. A quiet radio station hums in the background to fill the silence.

Spending time with Caleb gets boring fast when you're not with them.

Ring!

Speak of the devil. The soft pop music cuts halfway through the chorus. Lifting his head off the window Gideon glances at the radio's smart screen.

Your contact name is affectionately titled: Little Tail♥️

"Hey! You're on speaker. I'm here with Gideon." Caleb was all sunshine and rainbows once more.

"HEY GIDEON!"

Gideon felt his soul leave his body. Your voice is cutting out, buzzing so high-pitched it's nearly screaming through the speakers. He can't understand a single word.

"Gideon says hi," Caleb doesn't acknowledge the sounds emerging from hell interrupting his phone call. He keeps the conversation flowing without a hitch.

"Do you need me to get something while I'm out?"

"OH, CAN YOU PICK UP SOME CHIPS PLEASE?"

"Got it. Your package is on the way ma'am. T-minus thirty minutes til drop-off."

"HEH, LOSER. I LOVE YOU. DRIVE SAFE."

"I will. Love you too baby." With a soft 'boop!' the call closes.

Was this some sort of program Caleb implemented into his phone? A type of code that makes your voice so crackled, so unintelligible, that nobody can hear the words except for him?

"How did you understand any of that?" He asks incredulously, rubbing his poor ringing ears.

Pulling to a stop at a red light, Caleb's gaze lingers on the smart screen your contact name was on seconds ago.

"I'm always on her wavelength."

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CALEB - tapping out

watching every motion in my foolish lover’s game

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

“Caleb,” you smile coyly, hands tucked behind your back as you approach. His gaze is fixed on the distance, face carefully blank.

You know full well he’s resisting every urge to break form before being tapped out and sweep you into a hug. You wave a hand in front of his face, giggling when he doesn’t react. It’s a rare opportunity—Caleb, unable to fight back against your teasing, when usually you’re the victim.

You reach out, about to tap his shoulder—then pause at the sharp breath he draws in, quickly withdrawing your hand.

His eyes twitch. His fist clenches. You can almost see the little cartoonish angry icon pop up above his head, and you bend over laughing at his helplessness.

“Serves you right, Caleb!”

On your tiptoes now, you lean closer to his face, blinking slowly and deliberately, teasing him to his limit. His gaze stays locked ahead, but the corner of his mouth betrays him as it twitches into a whisper:

“Pipsqueak… you’re dead.”

“Shiver me timbers!” you gasp dramatically, clutching your chest and stumbling back in mock terror.

Around you, some of the recruits who had already tapped out begin watching, wide-eyed. They’ve never seen their usually composed comrade undone like this, strung along by a girl’s teasing. In their minds, this must be the girl—the one he always talks about.

Satisfied with his torment, your playful grin softens into something gentler.

“Welcome home, Caleb,” you murmur, before wrapping your arms around him.

His reaction is instant. He pulls you into a crushing hug, burying his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume as though grounding himself. His arms tighten, clutching you like a lifeline. No words pass between you—just the shared warmth of skin and the rhythm of swaying side to side.

Despite all your earlier teasing, your eyes sting with tears. The familiarity of it overwhelms you.

He’s finally back in your arms.

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a/n: this was inspired by that tiktok of this girl waiting to be tapped out but her family kept messing around and she was like imma beat your ass.

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CALEB - i just wanna keep calling your name (headcanons)

till you come back home

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“Calebb,” you whine as he squeezes your cheeks, rubbing his warm palms against your face. He does this on the daily, without a single hint of remorse on his face.

“Caleb, pretty please,” you flutter your lashes, flashing him the best puppy eyes you can pull. You want him to do your laundry, because you’re too lazy and because you know he wouldn’t say no to you. You don’t know this, but he only pretends to be annoyed. He loved doing your laundry…for certain reasons.

“Caleb!” You call for him in a crowd of academy graduates. He immediately turns to find you, his poker face breaking out into a smile reserved only for you. His friends, wide-eyed, quickly snap pictures as evidence.

“Caleb,” you sob, arms open and reaching out to him. He hugs you tight, hands stroking your hair to comfort you. When you have a bad day, he’s all you want.

“Calebbb,” you stumble into his strong arms as he catches you, losing your balance as you’ve had too much to drink. Your friends apologize for egging you on. While he thanks them, you casually wrap your arms around his shoulders and climb onto him, legs hooking his waist.

“Caleb,” you bury your face into his warm chest, shielding you from the thunder. Groggily, he lifts the blanket to let you in, and holds you close. You had tiptoed into his room when the storm was too much to bare alone. His warmth, his embrace, his company brought you so much comfort.

“Caleb,” you whisper as you clutch onto his shirt, pulling him close to you. His face is inches from yours, and you can feel his breath on your skin. You glance at his lips, then back up at his eyes. The expression on his face made you flustered. His lips were soft, delicate and careful—as if he was savoring this moment after pining after you for years.

“Caleb,” you cry as he makes love to you, pinning your hands above your head. You lose your mind in pleasure, and he loses his in you moaning out his name.

“Caleb, I love you.”

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a/n: i wrote this while drunk

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CALEB - we’re collecting moments (headcanons)

i ain’t even thinking of letting go, not even sometimes

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when it’s raining and the ground is wet, he’ll carry you on his broad back so you don’t ruin your shoes.

caleb who comes home from work after you and notices while you’re sleeping that your skin is dry, so he puts lotion on you.

caleb always lines up your shoes properly when you carelessly kick them off at the front door.

he keeps your plushies at his place for when you sleepover, and tucks them in when you’re not there.

caleb will put on your shoes for you and do your laces when they become undone, so you don’t have to bend down and trouble yourself.

every time there’s a step or uneven ground, he makes sure to announce it to you so you can’t get hurt.

over the years, he has learned to braid hair. he still does them for you when he thinks it will go with your outfit, or when you request it.

you and caleb are on the train at peak hour. there are no seats and you are both standing by the wall. your fatigue and drowsiness consumes you as you fall asleep and lean your head on the wall. the train rattles and your head bangs against the wall lightly, which wakes you up. keeping your eyes closed, you continue to sleep—when you feel big arms circling around you. one hand is wrapped around your waist to pull you closer, and the other is holding the side of your head to shield you from the wall. at this small gesture, you smile. you love this man.

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a/n: the last one was inspired by my ex LMAOOO 😛

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GOTTEM 💯💯💯💯💯

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Spa day for both of us🫵😾

and for the kids too

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CALEB - drunken confessions

you can hear it in the silence

you can feel it on the way home

you can see it with the lights out

you are in love

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

Caleb is not someone who gets shitfaced. His nights out drinking usually end up with him herding his drunk friends and dragging them home, hand on their backs as they throw up in the toilet. Being a responsible drinker combined with having high tolerance makes him invincible to friends trying to outdrink him.

However, tonight was different.

You were laying in bed of Caleb’s Sky Haven apartment, watching the new show you were excited about. Two episodes in, you heard the door lock jingle, then the front door opened. Through the walls, only mumbles of “Caleb, you’re so damn heavy” and tired heaving were audible.

You got out of bed to check out the situation—only to find Caleb haphazardly thrown over the couch, Gideon standing over him with his hands on his waist. He turned to look back at you as he huffed out an “you’re on your own” before fleeing the apartment.

In the silent darkness, you approached him—standing arms crossed in front of his limp body. Caleb groans—his world spinning, and in pain from being thrown at the couch. Slowly pushing himself up, he slurred, “Huh? When did I get home?”

“You better get on your knees for Gideon tomorrow, Caleb,” you sigh. Only then did he realize you were there.

“Pipsqueak! You’re here!” He broke into a childish grin and tackled you onto the couch. Surprised, you yelped as you find yourself caged in his arms. He’s above you, metal necklace dangling above your face, “I missed you soooo much you have no idea.”

He leaned down and peppered kisses all over your face—cheeks, nose, forehead, chin. You giggle, “Caleb! You smell, and it tickles.” He didn’t stop and continued to shower you in kisses. He kissed the corner of your lips, pushed himself up to look at your blushing face, then leaned back in to kiss your lips.

You have never doubted his love for you, no matter what kind. He had always been expressive, but that was amplified a hundred times by alcohol. You guessed he’s in this state because it’s the first time he’d gone out for drinks with his friends after they found out he was still alive.

“Pipsqueak—baby, I love you soooo much, did you know?” He buried his face in your chest, collapsing onto you (“oof” -you) and started to ramble, “I’ve loved you forever, even before I knew what love was. You were, and are, the only light of my life. I loveeeee you even when you thought of me as a brother.”

You smiled, deciding to cherish this moment of Caleb being unguarded and honest. You ran your fingers through his hair, earning a sigh from him.

“You know? I can’t even imagine my life without you. What would I do if one day you decide to date some fucker like Zayne and leave me? How do I live? Whenever I’m away, I only think about coming home to you. Baby, I’d do anything for you—like if you really wanted me to I’d probably shave my head for you, and I love my hair. I just love you that much,” he paused. “Does pipsqueak love me too?”

“Pipsqueak loves you too Caleb,” you chuckled. “I will never ever leave you, I promise. You can’t leave me too.”

“That’s a no brainer darling,” he mumbled. Silence filled the room, then you heard soft breathing. “Caleb? Are you sleeping?”

No response.

“Caleb, please free me and go take a shower.”

No response.

You tried to push him up for a while, so you could help him clean up and get both of you in bed—but he would not budge. Eventually, you gave up because he was too heavy and your arms got tired.

“Goodnight my love,” you kissed the top of his head and closed your eyes.

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a/n: i love zayne i just think caleb is a bit jealous of him lol. also i didnt proof read but pls enjoy

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XAVIER - how i met your mother

dearest, darling, my universe. would you take me along?

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

The sun hung low in the late afternoon sky, casting a golden glow over the city park. Laughter drifted in the breeze as children darted between trees, their feet crunching on gravel paths. In the sandbox, a family of four knelt in a tight circle, hands and knees dusty with sand.

“Okay, the moat goes here,” said the eldest daughter, scooping a trench with a plastic shovel. At just eight years old, she designed the whole sand kingdom last night during playtime with just a crayon and a dream.

“Mommy! Don’t forget the towers!” her little brother chimed in, patting a lumpy mound into a crooked tower. He was recruited as head of operations during bath time.

“Yes sir!” Their mother saluted, molding a lump of sand into an equally crooked tower.

They were halfway through building a magnificent sandcastle—when the little girl paused. Without a word, she shuffled closer to her dad and gently laid her head against his arm.

Xavier looked down, concern flickering in his eyes. “Hey, sweetheart… you okay?”

“I feel hot,” she murmured, her voice barely louder than the rustle of the breeze.

“Shall we take a break honey?” Her mother asked, worried.

Zavier didn’t hesitate. “Come on, let’s get you out of the sun.” He stood, lifting her easily into his arms and carrying her to a shaded bench nearby. He gave his wife a nod, reassuring her that she can keep the construction work going, to which she reluctantly nodded back.

The moment she sat down, he crouched in front of her, brushing her sweaty bangs back. After a drink of water and a few minutes of rest under the shade, she felt better. They sat in silence, when suddenly, she tugged on the hem of his shirt.

“Hey daddy?”

“Yes honey?”

“How did you and mommy meet?”

Xavier leaned back on the bench, one arm loosely hanging on the backrest. The sandcastle is, for lack of a better word, ugly—but it doesn’t matter. His wife was knelt in the sand, her hands carefully patting down the walls of a lopsided castle, their son chattering excitedly beside her.

The sunlight caught in her hair, and for a moment, everything else faded. His gaze softened, a quiet smile tugging at the corner of his mouth—the kind that held years of shared mornings, whispered arguments, late-night laughter. In his eyes was the kind of love that didn’t need grand gestures—just the sight of her, right there, building something small and silly, was enough.

“It was at an abandoned warehouse—wait don’t look at me like that, it’s not as suspicious as it sounds. Mommy and daddy are both hunters, and we happened to be hunting at the same place. We later found out we were in the same squad, and she was actually living a floor below me. A few missions together, then we fell in love”.

His daughter eyed him suspiciously.

“What? It was actually a coincidence,” he shrugged.

Xavier glanced at his daughter. Her expression could be translated to “tell me more”. He contemplated whether or not he should tell his eight year old such a big secret.

“Actually, there’s more to it,” he looked up at the sky. “She doesn’t remember this, but we actually met before.”

His daughter followed his gaze, confused at what her dad was looking at when all she saw was the sky and some clouds.

“Under that meteor shower, she was so beautiful that i became a fool”.

A moment of silence passed. Xavier placed a hand on his daughter’s head. “Did that answer your question?”

“Yes, but daddy is still suspicious, and I’m still a little confused,” she stuck out her tongue at him. In response, he stuck his tongue out at her too.

“You two! It’s time to head back!” His wife shouted from the sandbox as she dusted off sand from her son’s trousers. As they walked back, hand in hand, Xavier couldn’t help but be emotional. He couldn’t be happier than this.

The castle was finished—it wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs, built with messy hands and full hearts, and that made it just right. They didn’t need knights, servants, or a prosperous kingdom.

This was their castle—and in this lifetime, it’s all they’ve ever wanted.

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author’s note: guys idk xavier’s story that well yet so if there are any inaccuracies pls lmk and i will do my best to fix it. idk how i feel about this one but i hope u guys enjoyed it TT.

(also i didn’t proofread sorry)

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their paradise

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smth i did for xyz's birthday

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RAFAYEL - my angel of music

in sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came ⤹˚˖♬୭

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

Rumors that a ghost stalks the dark passages and cellars of the Paris Opera House, wreaking havoc, have long been rife among staff and performers. This Phantom also haunts the imagination of a beautiful and talented singer, appearing to her as the 'Angel of Music' - a disembodied voice, coaching her to sing as she never could before. (From the publisher - The Phantom Of The Opera)

The curtain rose to thunderous applause, and the opera house pulsed with breathless anticipation. High above the stage, shrouded in shadow and silence, Box Five stood untouched by candlelight. There, hidden behind the ornate railing, sat a man in a white mask, watching as the one soul who had ever understood his music stepped into the limelight once more.

She was once unnamed to the public. Now, she stands in the spotlight, adorning the dress she once dreamed of. It was all because of him. She became the angel of music. HIS angel of music.

His gloved hand gripped the edge of the box as she began to sing—clear, commanding, and exquisite. Her voice was silk stretched across stone, powerful and aching with emotion. He had taught her that. In secret chambers beneath the opera, far from the judgment of the world, he had shaped her sound and she had softened his soul.

They are tangled with music and something more dangerous—intimacy, shared in hushed breaths and stolen glances between rehearsals and reveries. She had come to him not out of fear, but fascination. In the glow of oil lamps and mirrors, her hands had learned the shape of his mask and the skin beneath. And in return, he had given her his most sacred gift: his music.

They had once made love in the silence after an aria—no words, only the echo of her voice in the vaulted stone around them. She had kissed the part of his face he kept hidden from the world.

He strokes her hair with the softest and gentlest touch he could muster, as she lays bare in his arms. His lair — their lair, echoes his soft hums. In that moment, he’s holding the world in his arms.

He swears then, that if someone were to want her, they will have to pry her away from his cold, dead hands.

Until death do us apart, my love.

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𓂃 . 𐑞 masterlist ︶ ⟢

sylus's blushes when you kiss his face.

you did not know what came over you. maybe it was a burst of cuteness aggression, or a overwhelming sense of longing, but one moment you were both reading peacefully on his unfairly comfortable bed, and the next you were pouncing on him like some feral cat.

you whined as you kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw, your heart exhilarating at the sound of his deep laugh running free. his hand abandoned the book he was reading to clutch at your waist, his crimson eyes closing as you peppered his entire face with insatiable little kisses.

his breath hitched as he felt your teeth chomping down on his cheek, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing at the hungry growling sound you imited.

your arms wrapped around him, snuggling into his jawline as you cooed. he could feel your adoration, how could he not when you held him so? his own arms tugged you closer, head tilting down to breath heavily on your shoulder, nose nuzzling to the side of your neck.

“i love you so much,” you kissed his cheek, cupping his face lovingly, so gently. he felt a shudder ran through his body, his neck tickling from your wandering touch.

crimson gaze hazy and full of adoration. messy silver hair and relaxed eyebrows. lips parted so temptingly and cheeks flushed like cherries.

“mine,” you breathed with certain clarity, your eyes devouring him in every sense of the world.

sylus felt like melting into a puddle. such mushy feelings should be considered illegal. it wasn't until you touched your forehead with his that he realised he was panting, staring at you with longing.

he hummed, deep but weakly, for the pain in his chest felt deliriously addictive. “yours,” he rasped out, holding you warmly and close. “i adore you, my beloved.”

and the kiss on his lips was soft and lingering, as if you could feel the tightness of his chest, as if you could physically see the love brewed between you and him.

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LADS MEN - playlists

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

XAVIER .ᐟ do you remember our little planet?

⟡ supernova love - ive, david guetta

⟡ the archer - taylor swift

⟡ speechless - naomi scott

⟡ safe & sound - taylor swift

⟡ enchanted - taylor swift

⟡ love wins all - iu

⟡ somewhere only we know - keane

⟡ wildest dreams - taylor swift

⟡ the great war - taylor swift

⟡ do i wanna know? - hozier

⟡ skyfall - adele

⟡ not a lot, just forever - adrianne lenker

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

ZAYNE .ᐟ we should watch the moon together, my love

⟡ (they long to be) close to you - the carpenters

⟡ say yes to heaven - lana del rey

⟡ turning page - sleeping at last

⟡ nocturne (interlude) - laufey

⟡ bewitched - laufey

⟡ daylight - taylor swift

⟡ sweater weather - the neighborhood

⟡ understand - keshi

⟡ lily of the valley - daniel

⟡ my love mine all mine - mitski

⟡ lowkey - niki

⟡ somebody to you - the vamps

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

RAFAYEL .ᐟ i waited for you for 800 years

⟡ ocean eyes - billie eilish

⟡ loml - taylor swift

⟡ atlantis - seafret

⟡ perfect - one direction

⟡ a thousand years - christina perri

⟡ wide awake - katy perry

⟡ sailor song - gigi perez

⟡ line without a hook - ricky montgomery

⟡ deep blue sea - lee hyunsik

⟡ the one that got away - katy perry

⟡ snow on the beach - taylor swift, lana del rey

⟡ love letter from the sea to the shore - delaney bailey

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SYLUS .ᐟ i’ll be there every step of the way

⟡ dusk till dawn - zayn, sia

⟡ still into you - paramore

⟡ nothing - bruno major

⟡ love me harder - ariana grande

⟡ shoong - taeyang, lisa

⟡ die for you - the weeknd, ariana grande

⟡ stargirl interlude - the weeknd

⟡ starboy - the weeknd

⟡ shut up and drive - rihanna

⟡ every breath you take - the police

⟡ wait for it - leslie odom jr. / hamilton (i’m sorry)

⟡ love me like you do - ellie goulding

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CALEB .ᐟ i’ll protect you forever

-> i’m giving him extra bc of favoritism sorry not sorry

⟡ i don’t wanna live forever - zayn, taylor swift

⟡ the machine - reed wonder, aurora olivas

⟡ let it burn - red

⟡ heaven - julia michaels

⟡ alibi - sevdaliza, pabllo vittar, yseult

⟡ calling - metro boomin, swae lee, NAV, boogie wit da hoodie

⟡ don’t blame me - taylor swift

⟡ drown - bring me the horizon

⟡ swim - chase atlantic

⟡ standing next to you - jungkook

⟡ don’t go insane - dpr ian

⟡ for her - whatsaheart

⟡ friends - chase atlantic

⟡ running up that hill (a deal with god) - kate bush

⟡ still with you - jungkook

⟡ red - taylor swift

⟡ take my breath away - berlin

⟡ style - taylor swift

⟡ let down - radiohead

⟡ august - taylor swift

⟡ the man who can’t be moved - the script

⟡ no.1 party anthem - arctic monkeys

⟡ it isn’t perfect but it might be - olivia dean

⟡ want you in my room - carly rae jepson

⟡ sometimes - ariana grande

⟡ nothing’s gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex

⟡ 24/7 - celina sharma, harris j.

⟡ labyrinth - taylor swift

⟡ every summertime - niki

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[heyapplexx]

CALEB - early mornings

i miss the feeling that you get when someone fits just like a glove

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Ever since you were kids, Caleb has always had the most obnoxious alarms known to humanity. The sound of a man screaming never failed to wake him (and you from across the hall) up in full panic, body going into fight or flight. This morning is no exception, only that now the alarm is on your nightstand in a radius that chronically damages your eardrums. Additionally, he has decided that only the Purge alarm is capable of waking him up.

“Caleb, turn that thing off,” you mumble into his bare chest. No response. You give it a couple slaps, earning a low groan from your boyfriend.

It’s 5am. The sun is barely up and Caleb has you locked in a tangle of limbs.

Content that the alarm actually woke him and not just you, you close your eyes and go back to sleep. Caleb detangles from you and reaches out to the nightstand. He fumbles for his phone and turns off the alarm before sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

He kisses your forehead as he does every morning, a silent apology for making you go through this daily.

Caleb gets ready in absolute silence. He is determined to not wake you up again. He takes a quick shower, brushes his teeth, shaves, washes his face, combs his hair and puts on his uniform quietly.

Before he leaves, he creaks open the bathroom door, light illuminates your sleeping form as he kneels down and gives you a kiss.

“See you tonight pips,” he smiles as he hears a faint “mhm”.

When you wake up, you find your breakfast on the kitchen counter, along with the usual note. You smile at today’s message.

As long as I’m alive, you’ll always have someone who’s proud of you in everything.

- Love, Caleb

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