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Sylus x f reader

🍓: I'm not a writer and english is not my mother tongue. Writing tips are welcome though. Not proofread

Genre: light angst

"I've found my soulmate" He anounces with a gentle smile and you can't help but feel like he is mocking you. Right, he's happy. Why wouldn't he be.

You knew it'll happen sooner or later and yet; you take a shaky breath. You did this to yourself. He isn't the one to blame for your sad predicament

"I know"

His smile falters, his eyebrows raising in surpise.

"You did? How?"

"I just... always knew"

I just hoped...

"And you didn't tell me? Why?" He doesn't look so dazed anymore. He looks confused and almost as if... hurt.

Which makes you feel a little better for ruining his mood. You think you are a bad person. Can't you just be happy for him?

... Can't he just be upset for you?

Show some empathy, damn it.

" I didn't know how. It's not as if... Let's say it was your destiny to find out on your own."

I don't owe you an answer.

Or maybe you do. You're not sure. You weren't prepared. Despite knowing this from the start you still weren't. Maybe if you had a little more time, at least one more day, you would be ready. It's a lie.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. The happy dazed expression is gone from his face. Finally.

"I understand you had your reasons,"

Do you now? Do you really?

You want to get out. This conversation feels like it has been going on for 17 business days. It's awkward. It's sad. It's infuriating. It's... just please let's get this over with.

"It's late. I'm going to bed"

You don't look at his face. You can still his eyes on you though.

You sleep in the guest room that night. The room is chilly and quiet. Weird.

You don't sleep much. Instead you pack your things.

You feel like you risking your life opening the door to the master bedroom, but Sylus isn't there. Still, you don't waste your time. You grab what you deem necessery and slip out of the room. Then out of the mansion. You don't look back. You can't.

He decided to give you time, but his patience ran out pretty quickly. Just one peek. Just to make sure you're okay.

He was pretty sure you went into that guestroom. He checked another one. He checked all of them. He tasked Luke and Kieran with searching every room , every crook and cranny.

He already knew you weren't in the mansion.

What is that? Do you want him to go get you? Do you want to play a game?

No, it's not that. It's just that for some reason you're taking the news not how he expected you to. You need time and space. To process your emotions. He's going to respect that. He's still going to make sure you're safe though.

Mephisto searches for a week. Sylus stays patient. He appreas patient.

Turns out you didn't even bother to hide. He wasted time searching more secluded areas.

He finds you just going about your day. He doesn't expect you to look so drained. You have dark circles under you eyes, your complection changed. He feels lost, among other things.

Why? Do you hate him? Does this... Disgust you? Scare you? If so, why did you stay with him?

Everything was going great between you two.

Wasn't it?

He starts to doubt himself and your relationship. Should he reach out or should he erase himself from your life? Is it really such a burden for you? Is it unbearable?

Even if he's going to leave you alone he needs closure first.

For the last week and a couple days he's been overwhelmed with emotions he though he long forgotten how to feel. Fear, doubt, sadness. Anxiety was gnawing at his ribcage.

So he stood before the door to your appartment. A shabby one, he couldn't not notice.

Five knocks. Two slow and three fast. A code.

"What do you want" Your voice is muffled by the closed door.

"To talk"

"About what? It's over. Leave me alone."

Oh. Now that's interesting.

"Let me come in."

You open the door, looking like a poor stray kitten — messy and tired.

He fights the urge to comfort you, to pull you into a hug and whisper words of reassurance.

"What is this about?"

"What is what about?"

You tilt your head. Cute.

"Your escape. You saying it's over. Why? Tell me a reason. After that I'll leave and you'll never hear of me again."

You doubt that. It's hard not to hear about him. His presence, his whole existance is just way too loud.

"You found your soulmate. You don't need me anymore, so I'm... stepping down."

"Just like that? So you're ending things by... Making an escape at night? I didn't take you for a coward."

"I am a coward.And I just didn't have the strenght to talk to you, to look at you."

"What's so scary about being soulmates?"

"Being abandoned by the person you love is scary"

"Then why did you abandon me?"

You finally look at him. He is disheveled and visibly exhausted, looking like he aged a decade in a week. It's heartwrenching sight, really.

"I... I don't understand."

You finally manage to get the words out.

"Why did you abandon me?"

He repeats the question as if it would make it make sense that way.

"I- I didn't!.. I mean I did, but you- you abandoned me first!"

"How- what?"

"By finding your soulmate! I know you will leave me for them eventually so why waste time, staying with me?!"

There is a pause, silence charged with emotions while the two of you just look at each other. You - with accusation, panting from getting worked up and he - with confusion, holding his breath from shock.

And then - then he has the audacity to break into a laughter.

He holds his stomach, bending over, shaking. He only stops as he sees your hurt expression, your lower lip trembling as you frown.

In a blink of an eye he pulls you into his arms. He cooes soft nothings as he strokes your hair.

"Kitten... Sweetie, I'm not leaving you. You are my soulmate"

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dialektos

Caleb x gn reader

🍓: I'm not a writer and english is not my mother tongue. Writing tips are welcome though.

Any number of people in close proximity of each other seem to develop a little language of their own.

It started with 'pipsqueek'.

You and caleb had our own lingo that consisted of inside jokes , misspellings and references. The two of you were constantly saying the most nonsensical things to each other yet understanding each other perfectly.

Like your own little state where the only citizens are you and Caleb, where you both were governers and governed.

dialect /ˈdʌɪəlɛkt / [ noun ] a particular form of a language which is peculiar to a specific region or social group– ORIGIN mid 16th century: from French dialecte, or via Latin from Greek dialektos ‘discourse, way of speaking’, from dialegesthai ‘converse with’.

- oxford dictionary

Then you lost him - and at times you felt like a foreigner in your own city, saying words that don't exist for anybody but you, making jokes nobody gets. Because your home wasn't Linkon city, it was the little state you created with Caleb.

Having no place to call home, having no one talking "your language" was just one of many brushstrokes painting the picture called grief.

When you reunited after explosion another thing that unsettled you is how... cookie-cutter your conversation were. Talking to a stranger. Again, a foreigner. Despite his return the loneliness in you was ever growing.

Rebuilding the bridge between you two he was the one to step on the unsteady surfice. Carefully.

"Do you want um... some 'Jupple'?"

"..."

"Caleb, you're so funny please don't explode"

*Jupple stands for apple juice

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Caleb x f!reader

🍓: I'm not a writer and english is not my mother tongue. Writing tips are appreciated though. Not proofread

🍰 summary: Caleb being nervous before your first date

"You can't fuck this up, Caleb, you just can't," followed by a long inhale and even longer exhale as he tries to ground himself. It doesn't work. He just keeps pacing back and forth

"Okay, so, she shows up, I compliment her... I greet her then I compliment her, like, 'You look beatiful today!' No, thats too simple... 'You're as gorgeous as ever!'... Would that be too much? Probably too much..." he mumbles to humself as he runs his hand through his hair

"Ffuuuck, this shouldn't be too hard I know what she likes... right? What if... what if she's not into things she used to like? It's  been awhile, what if she... No, let's not go there, Caleb," followed by a mirthless chuckle

"It's gonna be okay!... No, shit, what if she ends up hating me? What if she tells me it was all a mistake? Technically, I could... No, stop. This is not a right thing to do... Only as a last resort," He shakes his head as if trying to get rid of those thoughts.

"I should just... Focus on not making her hate me. Easy peasy," Another sigh.

"I wonder if I should put my hand on her waist or her shoulder... Or maybe it's better to just hold hands. What if my hands get sweaty? Oh right, if I hold her hand with prosthetic one it won't get sweaty... but then I won't be able to feel her hand in mine and-and I really want to feel it.I want to feel her...I need to focus," He laughs to himself again, more gleefully this time

"I can't believe this is finally happening... God, I've been imagining it... everyday, almost. And now it's real! I can't fuck this up, I can't fuck this up, I can't-... Oh, there she-... Oh god..."

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Caleb with a tall f!reader (Same height or a little shorter)

🍓: I'm not a writer and english is not my mother tongue. Writing tips are appreciated though.

If you even 0.1cm shorter than him - oh, he's making a big deal out of it. Calling you shortie and teasing you knowing damn well nobody could even tell there is a difference.

"Damn, you guys are tall"

"Nah she's like 5 cm shorter than me, she isn't tall"

"It's 0,5 cm, Caleb, not 5 cm"

You reach all the higher shelfs on your own but sometimes you feel lazy and ask him for help. He's always eager to do it for you. He needs to get on his tip-toes to reach it because, well, if it's too high for you it is too high for him as well. But he's just glad to be of service.

Your shoulders are very pleasant height for him to rest his chin on.

Being same or almost same height is also very convinient for hand holding.

He would be covering your head with his hand when he's afraid you're gonna bump it into something like a crossbar, only to bash his own head into it seconds later because he forgot to bend down.

You have a partly shared wardrop, mostly t-shirts and maybe even some pants.

Doesn't mean he won't put on whatever girly stuff you have if you want to have fun. He's feeling bonita

He did ruin a couple of your things with his wide shoulders :(

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I have a vision

I think in terms of intimacy with Caleb we'd have to initiate, especially in early stages. He'd be so caught off guard!! Blushing, with his wide puppy eyes and that pitiful tortured soggy puppy expression

But like the minute he understands our intention and that we are fully on board I think he'd be very passionate and EAGER of course, those years of yearning def took a toll on him , think the kiss we had in the myth cards where he tried to eat our face

I'm sooooo waiting for the spicy cards 😭

I actually have no idea what is going on in them bc I'm a recent player

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Floating floraletter spoilers

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what I call self-love ♡

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Studying male anatomy just to draw him

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Humbly present you my take on fem! Caleb

👉👈🧁

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doodles

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𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁

NonMC?fem! Reader x Caleb

TW: GRIM THEMES nobody is mentally stable, s*icidal moods, reader punches Caleb, imprisonment???

🍓: I'm not a writer and english is not my mother tongue

🍰: This is a piece of a storyline I have in my head, I'm not good at writing complete stories so Ima just share whatever I managed to puke into notes

"I'm not her!"

"Again, who the fuck is her?"

"I'm not-... Not the one you need, Caleb."

"Yes you are. You are the only one I want."

"Caleb, no. I don't want this. I don't love you." You can hear it in your voice, the sound of you trying to convince yourself it's true. "So, please, leave me alone."

"After what you've done-," It slipped. The anxiety, the overthinking, the what-if-I-wasn't-there "attempted to do? You want me to leave you alone? So you, what, go ahead and kill yourself?"

"I wasn't trying to-... Caleb, I'm not suicidal-"

"Like hell you aren't"

"I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time"

"Right. You were," he scoffs. "But you also did nothing to get out of there. You just-.... you just stood there... like you were waiting-... If I wasn't there-"

You can't deny it. You were waiting. You could've run but you didn't. 

You wanted it. You wanted to wake up, to go back, to stop being a stand-in in your own life... No, it wasn't even your life. You owned nothing, not even it.

You felt a sharp pain in your temples. Again.

Caleb took a deep breath.

"Listen. Please, listen to me. There is no other you- I mean "her". You just have severe depersonalization, okay? It's what it always has been."

He grabs your shoulders firmly, attempting to steady you.

"It's what the doctor says."

"He doesn't understand! And you! You're supposed to believe me! You promised, no matter what I'd say, you'd believe me!"

"I believed you. But I can't keep doing this. I can see it getting worse, it's not healthy."

"I'm not getting worse, you are! If you could just stop forcing this-... this role onto me!"

"What-what role? What have I ever forced you to do?"

"The role of the girl you are in love with! It's not me!" You can see Caleb's disbelief and hurt in the way his face falls completely. It's like you shocked the agitation out of him, but what replaced it was... almost agony.

"No," he chuckles, not in a happy way. "No way. No way are you telling me this while believing you are alright in the head. I'm sorry, but this is-," Another chuckle, sounding almost hysterical. "This is just not a sane thing to believe in."

You feel your lips pressing tightly together. Yeah, you want him to be right. But you are just so scared... That she will come along and replace you. 

It's like you can feel her, breathing down your neck. Waiting. Waiting for you to attempt to steal what isn't yours, so she could punish you. So she could rip it away from you and make you bleed.

 Being everything you wasn't, that's how you viewed her. You were always on the lookout for a girl that never came along. Not yet, at least. 

"Hey? Hey! Are you there?" You snapped your attention back to Caleb, his face was now right in front of yours, and you staggered back, not expecting him to be this close. He sighed. You felt like punching him in the face, your knuckles tingling.

He looked away. Was it...remorse on his face?

"I'm sorry"

Your tension finally deflating and emotional exhaustion from the argument claiming your nervous system, "No, I shouldn't ha-"

"You're under house arrest."

"What-What?!"

"You are under-" 

"No, I heard you, you lunatic! What right do you have to put me under house arrest?!"

"What right?" This stupid angry grin again. And your knuckles are tingling again. "I am a Farspace Fleet Colonel. Here I have absolute power to-" Thud. 

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I feel like most of lads x NONmc!reader is equivalent to those "my husband left me duribg labor to be with his girl best friend" reddit stories. It's good angst, but I just wanna go like "Nta, divorce him"