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caleb - floating floraletter

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LADS GUYS VS A MONSTER (a flying roach)

good morning i had to suffer with that monster in my room the moment i woke up so i came up with these

enjoy!!!!

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❝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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Imagine the cockpit was quiet except for the low murmur of air traffic control and the steady sound of the engines. Caleb sat in the left seat, one hand on the yoke, the other wrapped around a coffee he'd mostly forgotten to drink. Just an hour to go before the landing and he'll be home.

Imagine, he liked flying at nights like this. The smooth air and dark skies gives the kind of stillness one could only find 35,000 feet above everything. But tonight was different, he felt off. That even though he did not say anything, his co-pilot, a younger guy noticed. "You alright, sir?" Caleb nodded, not taking his eyes away from the midnight sky. "Yeah. Just tired."

Imagine it wasn't really that. It was his birthday. Not that he expected anything. But somewhere along the day, he miss you. He had wanted nothing more today than to spend his day with you but here he is, 35,000 feet on the air. Anything but near you.

Happy birthday, my love. Safe flight. We’ll celebrate when you land ♡

Imagine you had texted him before takeoff. It was sweet and simple. You always knew he didn't like a fuss. Still, he missed you. Just then as he reached for a checklist, the intercom clicked on. A voice began. And it was not the usual flight attendant announcement. It was your voice.

"Hi, uhm... sorry to hijack the intercom." A soft gentle laugh echoed in the intercom. "This is probably the weirdest birthday card you've ever gotten with everyone probably listening but I couldn’t let the day go by without doing something."

Imagine the way Caleb sat up, alert. Just then, his co-pilot turn his head toward him with a smirk. "That your lover?"

"Happy birthday, Caleb. I know you're up there doing what you love, but I hope you take a second to realize how loved you are." You continued. Your voice warm and steady, and maybe a little nervous.

"I just want to say thank you for who you are. For being patient when I'm stubborn, for calling when you land even if it's 3 a.m. For never making me feel like I'm waiting for you. For always find a way to bring me with you, even when you're far away."

"I hope this makes you smile a little up there. And because I know you're secretly soft. I worked with the crew to play you a little something."

Imagine a soft song began to play over the speakers. The one that always made him think of your road trip to the coast. Just a guitar and some quiet harmonies, the kind of music that felt like home. The one you would often sing along with. The songs where he would end up looking at you as you sang along the music with smile in your lips. The one where he would often steal a kiss on your lips.

Imagine, he did not say anything. He doesn't need to. With the way his eyes flicker to the stars beyond the cockpit window down to the controls and then to his ring finger where your initials were etched inside the band. And the way his lips curve into a genuine smile. "You gonna cry, Captain?" "Fly the plane."

Imagine when they land, he did not walk. He ran. He ran through the terminal. He didn't have to call you to know you'll be there. He just know. He just know and he couldn’t wait to see you and spend the rest of his birthday with you.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: early birthday gift for our captain. Also, I just realised his birthday was actually pretty close to mine*.

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Crow family Pt. Preschool!Twins

MC: How was school today?

Kieran: We got detention.

Luke: Kieran!!

Sylus: What happened?

Luke: Well the teacher asked us what steps we should take if there's a fire..

Kieran: And apparently "Fucking large ones" is not the answer.

Everybody bursts out laughing

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𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 | LADS + when you meet their past/future selves

warnings: HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THEIR MYTHS/DEATH+REBIRTH. BE WARNED. angst, mention of mutilation, you assume they're going through a mental episode, still unaware of their past, slightt humour, this has been happening to caleb for years in this headcanon hence your unsurprised/calm reaction (also I typo'ed a fair bit on caleb's, its A-01* not X01, sorry!!)

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── zayne

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── rafayel

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── sylus

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── caleb

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Lullabies

It was a quiet afternoon in the Onychinus manor — the kind of rare peace that made even the walls exhale. (Name) had curled up on the long velvet couch after lunch, her arms hugging a cushion, half-lidded eyes fluttering shut. Staryus, their pet husky, lay sprawled near her feet, snoring softly. The TV screen buzzed in the background, playing some random soap she didn’t really care about.

She didn’t even notice the soft pad of boots as Sylus entered the room.

But he noticed.

There she was. His wife. The bane of his sanity. The sunshine to his storm. Napping.

Alone.

Without him…?

With the smug grin of a man plotting sin, Sylus crept closer — his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. His white hair shifted with every movement, his black coat trailing behind like a shadow. He crouched just beside the couch like a dragon sizing up his prey, one knee on the cushions.

Then—

He leaned in towards her ears. A sinister smile tugged upon his lips.

“Gotcha.”

“—Mmfff?!”

Before (Name) could stir fully, Sylus pounced, sliding onto the couch and throwing one of his muscular arms around her head like a damn headlock. Her face squished into his bicep, muffled groans escaping as he laughed deeply, pulling her in like a human teddy bear.

“SY—MFFFGH—!”

“Hush now, sweetie,” he cooed mockingly, adjusting his grip like a possessive man in hunger. “It’s nap time. Let me soothe you.”

And then.

Then.

He began to sing.

Horribly.

“🎵~ Hush, my sweet little kitten, no more schemes today~

You tried to sneak a nap in, now you’re mine to slay~

Wrapped up like a burrito, in husbandly embrace~

Dream of snacks and mischief—while I lick your faaaace~ 🎵”

(Name) kicked.

Hard.

But she was still squished, muffled in his chokehold of doom. “YOUR SINGING SUCKS—MMFMFFF—”

His face scrunched up in mock offense, like the devil himself. “What was that? You want another verse?”

“I swear in the name of Astra, Sysy, I will—”

He kissed the top of her head dramatically. “Ahh, so much gratitude. A standing ovation. Truly, my talent is wasted on board meetings.”

(Name) wiggled violently in his grip, finally managing to yank her head free, hair sticking up everywhere as she glared at him like a furious kitten.

“Why are you like this?” Her brows were raised in question.

“Because I love you. The days feel way longer without you in my arms,” Sylus said innocently, and then suddenly tackled her again, pinning her back into the couch and snuggling into her neck. “And because you looked too peaceful sleeping without me… and here I thought I’m your sweet husband. Unacceptable.”

“You’re literally a plague.”

“A sexy one.”

“You’re suffocating me.”

“So? Don’t you usually ask me to be rough with you on bed?” he purred, brushing his nose along her jaw. “Which means deep down… you love it.”

She paused, her face red, flushed, a beat of silence stretching between them as his weight rested on her comfortably and her hands were trapped between them.

“…you,” she muttered. “You don’t get to make me feel like this.”

Sylus grinned, victorious. “Knew it.”

“Still no singing. Not the song.”

“Oh don’t worry,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’ve got a full album lined up for tonight.”

“Staryus,” she called out flatly. “Bite him.”

The said dog let out a huff in his sleep and rolled over.

Traitor.

And so (Name) lay pinned, Sylus snuggled into her like a smug dragon with his prize, singing god-awful lullabies while she hissed idle threats — and despite it all, her fingers curled into his shirt, smiling into his shoulder when she thought he wouldn’t notice.

He always noticed.

And he loved her for it.

- HEYAAAAA sorry for the short uh chapter not rlly one shot kinda ish, i’ve been busy with rls alot so i don’t rlly have the motivation to write 😞

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𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 | LADS + their sanrio counterparts

warnings: born from me assigning them sanrio characters closest to their personality/signature animals, silly fluff

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── zayne

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── rafayel

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── sylus

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── caleb

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RANDOM TEXTS WITH LADS MEN

tsym for all the support on my previous lads postssss🙏🙏🙏 here are some more texts i thought about (some of them are texts i had with my bf like the sylus one but the pics are from pinterest lmao)

enjoy!!!!

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😭😭

Maybe Eki being really needy? Just him being not so killer like and just wanting love and attention around someone he loves. If doing alters is okay with you...

Needy, With Eki Eveland

Warning !

Fluff ; Clingy! Eki ; Cursing ; Established Relationship

A/n !

To see an Eki requesssttttt, surprising meeeee, and ! don't worry I take alters requests fufu~

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"Where are you going."

Is the first thing you heard as you tried to get off the bed, soon followed with a pair of arms around your waist, pulling you back to the bed.

"It's already morning Eki" You replied as you tried to escape from his grasp, earning a growl from behind you.

He did not like that.

"What the hell are you going to do in such early hour." He said, clearly disappointed that you are planning to leave him the first thing in the morning.

"I have work-" "Skip it" "No I can't." Both of you argued for quite sometime, you almost. Almost won. But you lost, his grip around you are so tight, but not tight enough to make you can't breathe.

"..Is your work that important?" He whispered as he slowly loosen up his arms around you, you can sense something in his voice.

You slowly turned to him, both of you stared at each other. Not saying anything, his face, doesn't really show anything,

But his eyes.

There's something in his eyes telling you that, he wants you to be by his side right now.

He isn't that vocal on telling his feelings, he also rarely show affection by action. It's hard to understand him at first, but you slowly understand him as you both continue on the relationship between you.

Your eyes soften as you placed your hand on his cheek, his eyes slowly closed as he felt your warmth on his cheek, gently nuzzling his face to your palm.

He opened his eyes again, glances at you. Silently pleading for you to not go.

You sighed in defeat, and slowly open your arms, gesturing him to come close. "Fine, just for today." You said as you felt him wrapped his arms around you once again, but his face buried under your chin.

He hummed softly as he basked in your warmth, he didn't say anything but the way he hugged you slightly tighter, is a silent thank you for you staying with him today.

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

Here we goooo ! Fluff with Beloved Eki <3 Thank you for requesting !

( 10/10 )

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Teacher: Caleb, the assignment was to bring something important to you.

Caleb: I know, I did just that.

Teacher: I meant an object or a pet, not MC. Let her go back to her class!

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MC: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Rafayel: They do.

MC: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

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Zayne: Consider notifying me before you decide to do something stupid, next time.

MC: I think you're vastly underestimating the amount of stupid things I decide to do.

Zayne: I know, but call me anyway.

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Crow family Pt. AAAA

MC, Luke, and Kieran: screaming

Sylus: What's wrong, Sweetie?

Luke: Wait, why are you asking miss hunter that when Kieran and I are also here?

Sylus: Because MC wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

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Childhood trio Pt. Scrabble

Caleb: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.

MC: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.

Caleb: Not when you’re playing with Zayne, it’s not. He put words like “dihydroergotamine” and I put “dog.”

MC: You should've put one of your aviation slangs!

Caleb: I panicked!

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Xavier, pointing at a movie theater: Let's go there.

MC: No, Xavie. We're on a mission.

Xavier, pulls out a popcorn: But it's been a slow day and I just so happen to have popcorns in my hoodie.

MC, eating the popcorn: You know what? Let's do it!

Xavier:

MC, spitting them out: How old is this popcorn!?

Xavier: I don't know. How old is my hoodie?

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Childhood trio Pt. Playing superheroes (flashback)

Grandma: So what do you all bring to the team?

Caleb, 8 years old: I can fly!

MC, 6 years old: I shoot lasers!

Zayne, 10 years old: I make good life decisions.

Grandma: Sweetie, that's not really a super-

Caleb: No, trust us, he's our most important member.