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10 “I’m Trying Not to Fall in Love With You” Behaviors

(for that painfully slow-burn energy. they’re in denial, we are screaming.)

✧ Overexplaining why they’re doing something kind. “I only brought you coffee because I was already there. It doesn’t mean anything.”

✧ Making playlists, but never sending them.

✧ Remembering oddly specific things, like how you take your ramen or your opinion on grape-flavored candy.

✧ Looking at your mouth mid-conversation. Catching themselves. Looking away.

✧ Offering to carry something small and stupid, like a charger or chapstick, because it’s one more way to be close.

✧ Giving a compliment but following it up with a weird joke, like their brain short-circuited.

✧ Fixing your sleeve. Avoiding eye contact while doing it.

✧ Defending you in front of others but teasing you when you’re alone.

✧ Staring a little too long when they think you’re not looking.

✧ Practicing how not to touch you when you sit too close. Failing anyway.

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When a Character is Falling in Love but Doesn’t Trust It

Love is terrifying. Especially for characters who’ve been hurt, shut down, or raised to believe vulnerability is weakness. So when they start falling? It doesn’t look like a Disney montage. It looks like panic in slow motion.

✧ They start noticing everything and it unsettles them. The way their voice cracks when they laugh. The way their fingers tap when they’re thinking. These little details burrow in and refuse to leave. And that awareness makes the character feel exposed.

✧ They become hyperaware of their own body. Where their hands are. How close they’re standing. If they’re blushing. It’s like being inside a body that’s betraying them constantly.

✧ They act a little mean. Not because they are mean. But because being cold is safer than being real. Sarcasm, distance, teasing, they use it like armor.

✧ They hate how much they want to share things. They’ll see a funny meme and instinctively want to send it. Then stop. No. Don’t get attached. They want to tell them about a childhood memory, then bite it back. Too personal.

✧ They become inconsistent. Warm one moment, distant the next. Showing up, then pulling away. They’re testing how much of themselves they can reveal before it feels like too much.

✧ They assume the worst. They know it won’t last. That this person will leave. That they’re misreading everything. Love doesn’t feel safe, it feels like a countdown to pain.

✧ They self-sabotage. Pick fights. Flake on plans. Pull away emotionally just to “protect themselves” before it goes wrong. It’s tragic and messy and real.

✧ They notice silence more. What wasn’t said. A delayed reply. A joke that didn’t land. Everything becomes a sign that maybe this love thing was a mistake.

✧ They want to run, but never do. The desire to bolt is constant. But they don’t. Because something about this person is pulling them back, despite every warning bell going off in their head.

✧ They don’t trust the feeling, but they keep falling anyway. And that’s what makes it beautiful. And heartbreaking. Because they don’t want to fall. But they do. And maybe, just maybe, that’s the bravest thing they’ve ever done.

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Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)

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Like Hey Hi what if we were friends or lovers or soulmates for literally thousands of years. What if we grew up and grew strong and grew together. What if we pledged our lives to protect our home together. What if I find my people, the ones I swore to protect, being tortured and I go a little off the rails (for pretty understandable reasons tbh). What if you stand against me in that moment? And you abandon me and help lock me away when you know freedom is something I long for. What if I emerge 8 years later (literally a drop of time in their story) and you've moved on and have surrounded yourself with humans. The Enemy. And they don't deserve to be your friends and they don't deserve to be your enemies. And I don't really want to be your enemy either, but you've chosen a side and so have I, and by god I am Going To Be Your Something. If I cannot be your best friend then I must be your greatest enemy.

What if the success of my plan involves your death, and the acquisition of your inner core, but somehow you always manage to emerge more or less unscathed. What if I corrupt your best friend. What if I do it because he's your best friend. Because I want someone to understand how lonely it is to love you. To be loved by you and then be abandoned. What if every time you pick them over me, there's a part of me screaming "I was your friend too! Where was this undying loyalty when I needed it?" ....and what if you plead with him to spare me. what if you find a way. what If I steal one of your friends from you and I kill another and I hurt you and you still save me. What if you cradle what is left of my soul in your hands and you take me home where it is safe. Where I can grow again. What if you are so unwilling to lose me entirely that you are willing to betray the people that I have hurt in saving me. What if you are ready to wait a hundred years so we can meet again, without blood or fire between us. What if I throw it all away. What if I take that hope and that life and that freedom that I've strived for and I throw it away to save you. Because you need help. Because I can help. Because what is the point? In gathering the strength to live again if you wont be there? What if I give the heart of my power to the man who stands beside you, shoulder to shoulder, where I was for a thousand years? What If I give whatever was left to me afterwards to you, because you've made yourself powerless and I cannot stand it. So I will give you the strength to survive this, and him the strength to protect you, and I will use my last breath to honor the oath that we made, when we were young, and strong, and together. Tell me: If I have been your friend, and your enemy, and your partner, If I have brought you grief, and joy, and devotion, If I have hurt you and been hurt by you, If I have saved you and been saved by you, If I have lived thousands of years by your side and in my death I have given the heart of me to the man you call your soulmate; Tell me: Is enough of you mine that I might rest easy, now?

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Dr Ratio has to be in love with you to sleep with you

because he’s a crier.

soft nsfw below. ⬇️ 18+ only, minors DNI

He gives off an air of nonchalance, of arrogance to some, aloof to others. It’s his own sort of candy-coated shell, sour and bitter, to keep away the pleasant thoughts and emotions that come with those thoughts. But you… you are the chip in his armor, his bared jugular, his undoing, unraveling. He comes home to you and nearly collapses in your arms, so many expectations, so much work, so many idiots. But then you’re there, holding back the world with your smile, fighting off every single thought he tries to form so he can’t even speak, all he can do is look at you, you looking back, neither of you speaking in such a tender, fleeting moment he wishes he could relive forever,

(He’d pay a fortune to the Garden of Recollection to retrieve it, later. He keeps in a locket, a pin he wears directly over his heart.)

Veritas would try to keep that act up with you if it just wasn’t so damn hard to soften in your arms, to press kisses around your face and to feel the pressure from the unwelcoming galaxy seep out with every one. Your laugh twinkles in his ears like the sweetest melody he’s ever heard, sweeter that that Halovian girl, Robin, could ever sing, a perfect cultivated symptom just for him.

And he would keep you at an arm’s length if you didn’t somehow manage to create doors out of all the walls he’s built around himself, waltzing in like they never were an issue, like they created no resistance between you and him, letting your presence flow through his life, unabated, taking over his space, his mannerism, his routine, like they were made to be there, like they were always there.

Ratio feels so, so incredibly delicate, being loved like this. It gives him pause, many times. He’s unsure how he can reciprocate, because he knows he can’t, emotionally. He’s not that type of person. But you never ask him for anything he can’t give. Time, attention, love. These things he would gladly devote all to you, if you asked, but you never ask for more than a moment, never anything that would burden him greatly, even though he’s nearly asking you to.

So when the two of you lay together… The cumulation of physical sense meeting Veritas’ repressed emotional ones completely overwhelms him.

He doesn’t mean to, doesn’t even feel the tears overflowing his eyes as he thrusts into you, head rested on your soft shoulder, pressed into your neck to be completely overwhelmed by you, his hands pressing your hips down onto his cock, as your moans flow into his ears. But he sees it, tastes the wet traces of it when he lifts his head to meet your eyes and croak out, “I’m close.”

He sees the way your gaze softens when you look at him as carefully as you can, following the stains down his cheeks, bringing your hand up to cup his face. He presses into it. “I love you,” he whispers, eyes closing as he reaches ataraxia.

For once, he hopes to be apart of something far beyond the Genius Society’s reach.

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Thinking out loud

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do you have any tips for world building in writing fictions, unit 4402? -🍰

the easy answer: i write down sudden ideas and things that inspire me asap on my phone with no rhyme or reason, decide which idea reminds me of what character/world/scene/etc, and then connect the dots as i write

the long answer: is rlly in depth and i could do a whole 2k word post on it but i'll see how on topic i can be. this is very rambly and i hope i get my thoughts across correctly 🙏 i love yapping about the writing process a little too much

☆ it's also worth mentioning that even though this is targeted towards writers, feel free to translate it into art or any other medium if it makes sense to you

first of all, don't get obsessed

this is when you get so invested with each tiny blink-and-you-miss-it detail of the world that

you get decision paralysis when you need the plot to move based on a niche new worldbuilding aspect

checking notes wastes more time than actually writing

the world it takes priority over the actual story you want to tell

you get exhausted!! if you expend all your energy highlighting little details of the world, it's going to drain you of your motivation to write, which ends in disappointment...

all of these culminate into a writer getting too lost in their world to actually get to writing. you can have the most intricate au world, but your notes are supplemental to the story you want to tell, and NOT the main focus.

always remember that if you get tired of things in your world... how necessary is it? scratch out the aspects that are annoying to remember, you don't care much for, or fully don't remember. if you're not excited about the things you want to explore, it'll feel unexciting as you write it, and unexciting as you read it. i will always be an advocate for writing self-indulgently because an audience, if you want one, will always form around what stories make YOU, the writer, happy. a writer's enthusiasm and care really can shine through text. it's why fanfiction is so beloved.

but like, since we're asking tips here's the actual unit 4402 methods under the cut

getting inspiration

i have a private discord server where i write down everything that inspires me in the moment. i also havw a google doc full of ideas. "inspiration" is a word that seems so much bigger than its actual meaning because it can be as simple as a keyword, a line of dialogue, a picture, a texture or sensation, literally anything thay gets the brain going

WRITE THESE DOWN. you will not remember them later. trust me bro

and more importantly it gives you a clue on what you'd like to write. yes, the scene you can't wait to write is included here

the ideas ur most invested in is the core of everything else in the story including the world. the world is built to relate to that core. whether the world supports it (ex. a prophesy hero empowered by the magic system), opposes it (ex. a protagonist with a taboo secret) or otherwise, the world will always have an effect on how the characters or plot moves forward

visualization, imagery, and aesthetics

i'm a really visual person! so this tip is geared towards visual learners! moodboards are super helpful when you're getting the basics of a world down because they give you an idea of the tone, mood, motivations and more just on how the world looks, feels, sounds, etc. key to note though: this includes all senses!! a gothic castle in a zombie story hits completely different than a gothic castle in a royal romance. chances are you're imagining

the zombie castle: smells like rot, little to no food or resources in the castle, unable to keep the weather out, if you touch anything it's likely to be covered in grime or dirt, empty and lonely

the romance castle: well-kept and clean, might have the scent of gourmet food or novelties like flowers, well lit, expensive textures like luxury rugs or smooth hardwood

based on these descriptors we can already imagine what life is like outside of the gothic castle. the zombie castle is probably in a dark wasteland where everything is dirty, wild and disorganized because its inhabitants are more focused on survival (that's ur plot!). meanwhile the gothic romantic royal castle suggests that the luxury associated with the castle is exceptional compared to everything around it, but still has an air of mystery unique to the castle (which influences how its inhabitants form opinions on the castle!)

justifications

more in depth, a world where magic is possible but forbiden could include covert magicians, possible tensions between magical people and the authority that forbids it, etc. from that, you can consider what types of people use magic, how they access it, and why they use it. you can also ask why it's banned, the consequences for using magic, and the societal opinion on magic. is magic dangerous—what kinds are violent and what kinds are harmless, and how can you make a harmless spell menacing?

this is the most important thing i follow: the reason for the world to be the way it is will alter the characters' perceptions. we consider magic an impossible fantasy irl, but in a world where magic is normalized, i would be much more surprised to see wizards than a citizen of a normalized magical world. perhaps your magic system requires resources—this means people may be in competition or cooperation with each other for the resources. would the characters of your story try to preserve their resources and by how much? would they expend it freely? where and how are resources generated? ask yourself questions. when you think of an answer, you get a launching point for the world's nature, culture, physics/magic systems, laws and street smarts, politics, and so forth... you can explore these topics and more as needed.

the point is, justification is identifying cause and effect. your worldbuilding acts as the cause and your characters feel its effects.

so these are general pointers i have on worldbuilding. as for how i integrate them into my own writing style: since i write a lot of short x reader fics, i have very limited time to set up a world for the reader

i think a decent example would be trading a heart. it may be one of my longest unit 4402 fics, but in comparison to other world-heavy fiction it's really short! even though there are a few explanatory moments, understanding the setting is very dependent on passing details that the characters mention or acknowledge in their daily life.

in terms of visuals, senses, and other imagery, i was very inspired by modern day witchcraft's use of tarot cards, crystals and herbs, etc. of course there were dramatics involved like candles flickering and going out, but i liked how real life rituals are just kinda... nothing really happens noticably. there's gotta be a better word for it

obviously that's very different from shu as a sorcerer, with flames and curses and stuff. so how does this modern witch reader compare to shu's tangible magic?

it came naturally to me that if the reader's magic is based on divination irl, then they would be thoughtful, analytical, and intuitive. shu sees things in extremes, just like his magic. his need for clear conclusions becomes his flaw in that fic. meanwhile, reader understanding that things are complex becomes the solution for the both of them.

i kind of worked in reverse for this fic. the prompt for that fic already gave me an end goal, so deciding the character motivations and attitudes (shu's take-it-or-leave-it thing and reader's insight) was based on reaching that eventual goal. from that, i took note of what was canon to shu (his fire and shikigami) and thought of ways to contrast to his magic. subtle magic like divination came to mind. which led me down a whole rabbit hole of how irl people divine things and that led to the reader being an analytic person because irl fortune telling is basically self reflection, but, like, spooky

so that's how the magic system kind of works! it serves to develop the difference between the two spellcasters, in both how they practice magic and how they see the world! that's the justification!

and of course there's other smaller aspects that make the imagery of the world more clear. you can imagine it's a modern with magic world since you can just... online shop for weird magic ingredients like hearts and stuff. and they have those clickbaity amazon titles so clearly it isn't a rare occurrence to go shopping for that stuff. it's also an accepted pracfice in the society shu and reader live in, ince they both have successful careers as magicians, and reader mentions a variety of average people as clients like university students and stay-at-home moms.

i hope this helps! there's no specific formula to creating your world and i'm not very strict with my process, but i tried thinking of the things that've helped me the most over time. feel free to get creative and wacky, some of my favorite world choices come from times where i stopped rejecting my ideas that seemed too weird, outlandish, stupid, etc. you'll find that if it makes you excited and interested, you can connect it to your story somehow and it'll make your story all the more unique!

lemme know if any of this is unclear or you have any questions, idk if i articulated myself well since i've been sitting this post late at night 🙂‍↕️

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It was yet another Saturday when your Sorcerer was toying with new curses around 6:00pm. This new one will surely give you the greatest pleasure as Shu tests out how long the effects of an aphrodisiac curse will last. (creampie, marathon sex)

"Is this all just the curse's work, or are you just this happy to see me?"

There was as much genuine curiosity as there was whole-hearted teasing as Shu posed his question to you. The look on his features--flushed with heat and all--was with thought, even while he couldn't help the prideful smile that tugged on his lips.

You would have had a proper comeback to his ribbing but then he just had to carry on with grounding his hips down against yours, his cock pushing in and out of your core. Your mind was already muddled enough with how long you've spent beneath him, on top of him, bent before him, the tally of orgasms lost shared between you both lost amidst the lewd wet noises of his body joining with yours.

Catching sight of your lips parting to speak only for the words to devolve into moans, he chuckled sweetly in response, hugging you close against him while he affectionately snagged a kiss from your lips in the process.

"Either way, guess I'm doing something right, right?"

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shubert :D

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Shu Yamino brainrot go brrrr

Just random stuff to ease me into writing again

Cw: afab reader, pet names (babe, love, sweetheart), public sex, dacryphilia, somnophilia, mentions of bondage, overstim, oral sex (giving and receiving), piv sex, I love using swearwords lmao, i think that's all!

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➥ I would like to imagine that Shu can be either really soft and sweet in the bedroom, or fuck you like and animal depending on the kind of day he's having. If you two have just been lazing around the home and cuddling, he will shower you with kisses and gentle caresses once you pull him on top of you on your shared bed (or the couch, who cares, anywhere is fine). If he's been busy with stressful things, he just needs you right here, right now, and will not hold back.

➥ We all know he doesn't like to swear, but if you just feel so heavenly around him, I think he would accidentally drop the F-bomb occasionally. He'll be like 'fuuuuuuck babe, you feel so, so good...' while he pumps himself in and out of you.

➥ Oh yeah, he totally calls you 'babe' or 'love', either during sex or just casually on a date or something.

➥ I think he can be a bit jealous and possessive sometimes, so that's why he'll call you pet names out in public to let people know you're his.

➥ To continue on the subject of jealousy, he will totally fuck you senseless once you get home after you've been flirting with other people to test his patience.

➥ 'Think you are so clever huh, you little tease? I'll tell you something. No one can love you the way I can. So don't even try, sweetheart.' He says through gritted teeth in between sloppy french kisses.

➥ On the subject of kisses, he loves to kiss you with tongue. Touch all the spots inside your mouth with his own tongue, both in an action of love and adoration, but also to let you know he really needs you right now.

➥ But if you flirt with him in public, he will be super flustered and honoured that he is deserving of your attention. He will turn 50 shades of red and hide his face in his hands, and you find that so, so cute that you just want to pull him into a cubicle to suck his dick to show him how much you really love him.

➥ As for kinks? Hmm not entirely sure. But I think the entire fandom has decided at this point that he can manipulate the temperature of his fingertips, and he will totally use that to his advantage to turn you into a moaning mess. Also might be into some bondage. I bet he would also love overstim, either on himself, or do it to you. If he sees you cry during sex, you best bet it will be in his memory forever and try to get this to happen next time, because he thinks it's so fucking hot.

➥ Aftercare king. If he did manage to make you cry, he will cradle you in his arms afterwards and shower you with love and praises. 'You did so well for me, babe. I think you quite enjoyed yourself, huh? Don't worry love, I'm here.'

➥ If you both agreed to it beforehand, I think he would maybe like some sexual stuff when either of you sleeps. Either wants to lick at your core when you're sleeping to pull those sweet, sweet moans out of you, or wake up to the pleasant sensation of your mouth around his dick, stirring awake with a 'mmm, this is a pleasant way to wake up... please, keep going.'

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Ok, I think this all for now! Hope you liked it! I am not making any future promises on writing, but I kinda miss it so I wanna try!

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All it costs is your love

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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reblog to give your mutuals a djungelskog

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Soft yan clan leader has me soo🫠 imagine the horror if he were to argue with his beloved wife or try to deny her something and she looks like she's about to cry or the grovel if he pissed her off and she ignored him ahhh i neeeed himmm

Oh my... the ideas in my head... 😶‍🌫️

Soft Yandere! Clan Leader x Wife! Reader

warnings(?): slight angst, very cheesy/romantic, emotions

note: it's written from his perspective:)

"I refuse." his tone was strict, reminiscent of a dull dagger that someone forgot to sharpen. That's what you did to him; you took his bite away.

Sighing he massaged his temples.

"I don't want my wife roaming around the streets ever again without my explicit knowledge." his fingers curled until his knuckles whitened.

"Do you have any idea of the sheer number of ill-intending people out on streets at nighttime? My love what if danger befell you while I wasn't there to shield you? What if some sick bastard—."

"Husband. Did I hurt you so?" your bottom lip trembled, shame glistened in the corners of your eyes; those beautiful eyes that he wanted to bind with silk so that no one else could admire them.

"My love I just worry—"

"I didn't want to cause you to worry." now you started sniffling and he could audibly hear his heart shatter. "I just missed my hometown so much and— I forgot myself. I am sorry." you muttered. He could detect the insecurity creep into your wavering tone; he was losing you again to the demons in your pretty head.

"I won't ever cause you trouble again, husband."

"My love that isn't what I—"

"Goodnight." you spun on your heel, adamant on slipping through his fingers like sand before he could even raise his voice in protest, demanding you to stay. If you just knew that he didn't blame you for getting carried away by the memories of your childhood, longing for a time much more innocent nor that he found you troublesome—he only wanted you safe and snug under his wing, why couldn't you understand?

But he wouldn't have that. No more. He would never tire of chasing you—but he couldn't bear the sight of your backside any longer.

"Love," his breath tickled the shell of your ear, on hand splayed across your waist, the other wrapped around your jaw, "don't run away. At least not today. I apologise, so much, for your husband's inability to make you understand just how much he loves you."

He sighed again, pressing a kiss to your earlobe, over the dangling diamond that had once belonged to his mother.

"Please don't think you're troubling me. I only worry because wherever you go you take my soul with you. And a man can't survive without that, now can he?" he drew you further in, engulfed you in his embrace, letting the darkness of the night be the only observer of the intimacy between the two of you.

"My love." he breathed.

"My love," he repeated,"I love you, please stop believing otherwise. I beg you of you. Please love me too." there was clear frustration in his tone, silent suffering that would only rarely slip through the cracks of his usual mask yet with you; he discarded that very facade alltogether.

The room was cloaked in darkness like so many other nights, yet this night felt colder, icy even. He was desperate to reach through to you. Slowly, the words he would always spit out felt repetitive; too artificial for his liking and he feared you would perhaps never believe in them.

"My love please—"

You kissed him.

He had searched for heaven before he met you, but now he found it between your lips. In the way you hugged him not with your arms but with your mouth, glossy gaze a split open, gazing at him as if you had finally, finally, accepted the truth.

It was mind-numbingly sweet; it didn't last very long, your tongue only shyly prodded at his bottom lip before you tried fleeting back like a startled deer, eyes everywhere but on him. Still, he held you in his arms refusing to let you escape—because now that he finally had a taste of heaven, he would never let you out of his embrace.

"I love you." he uttered. And now, even as you didn't reply, only looking away bashfully in the way he found so cute he could pinch your cheeks, he knew that he had finally succeeded.

He had captured your heart—the soul of his heaven, his sacramentum, his moon.

You were his.

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If Caleb was a Muslim boy he'd def be crying every prayer at the ripe age of 10 that MC is his naseb (translation: something fated for you and you'll get it someday, in this case, a soulmate)