#caleb !

[sanjisblackasswife]

I think Caleb is the kind of guy that would learn English for you.

You and him would have a language barrier, you speak English and he speaks Chinese but that wouldn’t stop him from learning English to talk to you. He would take classes, and each time you see him he has already learned more sentences to impress you with.

“We should..go…to the….uh…” He begins to shape out a building with his hands, still struggling to make out the words he knows he can say, but it just won’t come out, “Mo…movie! Movie theater!”

His accent is so heavy and shaky, as opposed to when he speaks confidently in his native language you start just smiling at him when he speaks to you as if he were a puppy opening his eyes for the first time.

“Yes.” You giggle holding his warmed cheeks, he was already melting into your touch, “Yes let’s go to the movies.”

He made sure to take you to a romance flick, not only because he knows you love them, but to also grab a few pointers and phrases to let you know how much he really loves you.

English be damned he’s willing to learn every language you know .

[baobei-bu]

wip Caleb

[xavistarlight]

Thinking about your cunt making a squelching sound during sex and Caleb saying

“ she’s talking to me”

As Caleb relentlessly pounds into you, your arousal starts to grow deeper and deeper pussy wetter and wetter when a little.

“Squelch“ sound suddenly comes out of your hungry cunt

Stopping caleb in his tracks.

He carefully caresses your folds

“someones mouthy tonight, shes talking to me pips“ you moan at his words.

Sex with caleb was passionate, yet comfortable all at the same time, he always seemed to make everything you did sexy even if its the sounds your pussy makes as it takes his girthy cock.

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[calebsdog]

Past Caleb blowing up, losing his arm, nearly dying, only to get experimented on dozens of times : Is it... Is it worth it?

Future Caleb, balls deep in Mc: Holy shit dude you have NO idea

[angstandhappiness]

Nice

Mc in Lingeries, Li addition

[humanjarvis]

thinking about josephine trying to cook for child mc and caleb in the early days after their adoption. not expecting any pushback, she tells them what they’re having for dinner. mc’s a picky eater, but she’s too scared and shy to voice any complaints. that’s when caleb swoops in. he knows she can’t eat certain things—her grimaces at mealtime and barely touched plates in ever’s lab had told him as much. so he takes matters into his own hands. “we won’t eat that,” he says, young voice firm with resolve. “she doesn’t like it.”

[tearfall-ink]

this was funnier in my head

[chanelrolls]

cw: pure smut !

two years into a relationship with zayne, you've practically grown fluent to his language of love, most of the time reaching extents you wouldn't even believe yourself he'd have the will to do - spanking you with a paddle everytime you poke him too much, tying your hands together to overstimulate your clit until you're basically seeing stars, covering your thigh in nothing but hickeys - the ones that aren't wrapped in pretty words, but always arrive, somehow.

’til now, you’re trying, with every ounce of practiced composure, not to break in front of your family. it’s nothing new, really. these dinners have always been a thing, ever since you were kids. your parents, zayne’s, and caleb’s have always been all tightly knit, bound by years of friendship, tradition, and shared holidays that turned into rituals. so of course, the three of you grew up side by side, tangled in the same photo albums and family vacation stories.

speaking of caleb, he’s been different ever since you got together with zayne. he used to be the best kind of gege, always one step ahead of what you needed before you even asked. the kind who’d walk you home even when you insisted you were fine, who knew your favorite takeout order by heart, who never forgot your exam dates or bad days.

but ever since you've decided to choose zayne? he barely looks at you, he barely speaks. and when he does, it comes out as merely for the sake of being polite, like you’re just another guest at his parents’ table, like you're just a family friend all this time.

you don’t say anything, though it eats at the edges of your mind. you try not to let it show, because zayne is your priority now. he's your person, and if caleb has chosen distance, then maybe it’s only fair you learn to stop reaching.

even when you're right here, sat between them.

but anyway, going back! you might be wondering as to why you're trying your very best not to unravel your composure - well, it's because your boyfriend, zayne, have decided to show you another bizarre method of affection tonight.

you’re trying to focus on your plate, really, you are. but zayne’s hand is warm and maddening where it lingers beneath the table, fingers grazing slow, lazy circles against your inner thigh like he has all the time in the world and none of the shame. your fork pauses halfway to your mouth when “-so, how’s school been treating you lately?” one of your aunts asks, eyes fixed on you like she’s waiting to read between your words.

you swallow the food, the fluster, the heat crawling up your neck, and force a smile. “it’s been… good,” you manage, voice just a little too high, a little too bright. “busy, but manageable!” zayne’s fingers teasingly make their way upper, specifically just about where your pussy's throbbing under the fabric of your panty! a silent dare. this makes you shift in your seat with a low, imperceptible "hmn-" as you press your thighs tigher.

and when your aunt leans in to ask you once more, right while zayne's fingers are working you up, caleb looks up. his lashes lift lazily, gaze dragging across the table like smoke and landing on you, almost bored, if not for the way his jaw ticks the moment he catches that look on your face. his eyes stay on you for a heartbeat too long, burning with the kind of quiet clarity that says he's seeing more than that.

and then, like he’s decided you're not his business anymore, he looks away. he picks up his glass, takes a sip, with lips brushing the rim like he has all the time in the world too. maybe you should be more careful of what you show to your gege...

but even still, this goes unnoticed by zayne. your boyfriend presses just a bit harder, enough to remind you he’s there, that he owns the heat blooming across your skin, and when he brings his drink to his lips, he lets two fingers glide along your folds in an absentminded motion, a lazy swirl. “mm? stocks are dropping again,” he says breezily to one of your uncles, “but nothing too fatal, not if you know where to look.”

he increases the pace faster, and you nearly choke on your food. your aunt doesn’t seem to notice. “you alright, sweetheart?” she asks, peering at you.

you clear your throat, forcing a polite smile. “y-yeah, just… the rice went down wrong.” zayne just keeps talking like he isn’t setting your libido on fire, dropping little dry jokes here and there that make the table laugh, as if his hand isn't currently misbehaving under the linen cloth, as if his fingers aren't the reason why you're technically dripping wet now.

his knee bumps yours, and then he tilts his head, finally glancing your way mid-sentence. a flick of his eyes, and just like that, he’s back to his conversation - so damn good at acting clueless you almost believed it yourself.

you shouldn't be this breathless and pink-faced, not when you're seated this primly, not when you're infront of the food and a family. you really try to focus on your plate, on chewing your food - but the fingers pressing into your sex are not making it easy. it's warm, and it feels too good.

and it's moving.

you steal a glance sideways, and there’s zayne, all charmingly stoic but casual, both hands on the table now. one's holding a fork, the other's wrapped around his glass as he lifts it to his lips like a little prince.

wait. wait, both hands? then who's - ?

you see it when you look down. the hand, tucked beneath the linen drape of the tablecloth, fingers resting between your thighs. and it’s not zayne’s. your gaze lingers, the world narrowing to a blur around the details: the familiar curve of his knuckles, the telltale silver ring on his index finger, and the loose leather bracelet wrapped twice around his wrist - the one caleb’s worn since forever.

you know that hand.

your head tilts up slowly, carefully, like you’re afraid looking too fast will snap something in you. and there he is, caleb, listening to your uncle talk about land prices, like he's just another dinner guest, like his hand isn’t up your skirt. his lips twitch, not quite a smile, just the faintest curve - as if he’s so interested in the conversation. he then swirled his fingers inside you, almost tender. his touch lingered along the entrance, then slipped deeper, tracing the curve with lazy circles.

you grab his wrist, but you weren't sure whether you were dragging his hand away or pushing it deeper. maybe the answer could be seen in the way your thighs are parting. "kudos to the chef tonight, the steak's cooked so well!" one of the uncles suddenly beamed, and caleb smiled boyishly in response. "mhm, i like it soft and juicy, i'm glad you do too."

then, he pushes two fingers in until the tips are practically brushing against your g-spot, curling his fingers for a bit, before pistoning them inside you in lightspeed. "ah!" you accidentally moan, gripping the edge of the table. now everyone in the table had their eyes on you, including your boyfriend, who's now placing his hand back on your thigh, tracing slow circles along the skin, as if to soothe you. your breath caught. caleb looks at you worriedly, "you okay, pipsqueak?" that's the first time in two years he's used that nickname on you. but that's not what's important right now!

"s-sorry, i bit my tongue..."

"silly girl," your mother said, earning a few chuckles from the table as they go back into their rhythm like nothing fucking happened. you swallow, trying to chase your breathing when your gege does it again - he squishes his fingers into your sex with a squelch and pulls out and pushes in and pulls out again! and, all the while feeling zayne's hand gripping around your thigh that it might leave a red mark!

gods, help you. it was almost as if zayne was telling you to keep it low and let caleb take his time with you.

all of a sudden, the phone in your pocket vibrates against your hip. your breath instantly faltered, slowly taking it out with trembling fingers, and they trembled even more after reading the notification on your lock screen.

"my bedroom later ;)"

you shuddered, glancing and peering at caleb beside you. he had his phone on his other hand.

then, another notif.

"yes, ur boyfriend's gonna come too."

n. yes, there will be a part 2 !

[zayneyinsaney]

Hes too adorable 🤭

cuteness aggression

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Caleb's non-mc significant other.

Imagine having a good night, everything was perfect, a good night out with your boyfriend. With the two of you spending the weekend after he came back from his mission. You have been waiting for a month now. He was quite the busy person, but it was alright. You knew he loves you very much.

"I have to go." Or so you thought, looking away from the big cinematic screen into your lover. "Why? Did they call you up for a mission?" You spoke quietly, trying not to disturb other people. "It's MC." Oh. "Caleb..." "I know, I'm sorry honey. But something came up and pips need me."

Imagine being numb for a moment, he was staring at you, looking for some sort of confirmation. But you were conflicted. You knew who MC was in his life, that was his best friend, that was his childhood friend, like a little sister to him. Of course you understand were he was coming from, two of them were basically each other anchor for a very long time. At the same time, "Caleb, this is the only time we have together. Can't that wait after the movie?" You asked gently.

Imagine you tried to understand. Really, you tried to understand over and over again. "Please Caleb, just after the movie. Can't we have this moment?" Just us? You want to add but kept your mouth shut. This always happened, and everytime you understand. But just this once, just this once, you are asking for his time to be sole yours, even just for an hour.

Imagine the way you watch him look away, look down into his phone then into his watch. It felt like he was running out of time. "Caleb..." You took a hold of his hand. He held it back, "..please." "what was that?" "Please don't make me chose between you and her." You swore you felt hour heart stop.

Imagine before you could even think, your mouth opens. "Why, because you'll choose her?" It wasn't even a question. Because deep down, you already knew the answer. Before he could even answer, you let go of his hand and and look back from the screen. "It's alright. You should go."

"I'm sorry." You heard him whisper but you did not look at him nor spare a glance. "I'll be right back as soon as I can." Taking a hold of your hand for a moment and giving it a squeeze, he stood up and kiss the crown of your head that you pretended not to care. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Imagine the rest of the movie was a blur, whether it was the heavy feeling on your chest, or the silent tears that was rolling in your cheeks. None the less you felt done, so done. He did not even answer, but his actions tells everything that is needed to be said.

Imagine arriving at your door in the middle of the night, going through your bag as you look for your keys and just as you find them, your phone rang, the name of the caller flashing as your lover. Heh, lover? Can you even call him that? You don't know anymore.

Imagine just staring at the call, then once again, the screen went black. You just look away and press in the key into your door. And you twist and open it, you heard your phone rang once again. But as you push the door open, all you were greeted by a rush of burning flame and a loud boom. Just like that, everything went black.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: part ²? What's that? It is what it is. Hahahehe.

[xavistarlight]

Guys… I see it

[calebsdog]

Random Caleb hc's I don't feel like writing for

Caleb is the number one hater of cilantro. But whenever there's an option to choose cilantro in his dishes he takes it. Only so he can plop the cilantro into your dish the moment you sit down. His intentions are somewhat pure, wanting to make sure you eat your veggies. But it's also because he loves to get on your nerves.

If you say "ow!" convincingly enough while Caleb is tickling you he'll stop every time. You just have to make sure you're a good actor and don't smile halfway through.

Caleb gets jealous of men and women equally. Doesn't matter what your sexuality is or what gender you prefer. Of course, you're allowed to have friends! He's not that crazy... Not usually. Just make sure none of them take his title of best friend, okay?

Caleb was the one who read Mc bedtime stories when they were kids. Since he was enrolled in school first he would sneak home any kids book he thinks you would enjoy but could not yet read. Years later, after the explosion, Mc shyly hands Caleb a book after a bad day. When she thought he was dead she spent so many restless nights wishing he was there to read her to sleep like he did so many years ago. She's already tearing up by the time he finishes the first paragraph.

Caleb thinks of Mc every time it's storming. Was it raining down in Linkon too? Would your power go out? You always hid away whenever there was bad thunder and lightning. But you never wanted to be alone. He hates knowing he can't be there for you whenever you're afraid. Sometimes, all he can do is reach out and hope it's enough.

One day, Caleb comes down with a horrible fever. Something not even he can power through. Even though his throat was so hoarse he could barely speak he still begs her to leave. He doesn't want her to see him like this. But Mc is insistent and stays with him. Wanting to repay the debt from years ago, she offers up her hand, shoving it into Caleb's mouth so he doesn't bite his tongue. Mc had bit down on his hand without hesitation when she was a kid. But Caleb refuses to bring Mc harm like that. He locks his jaw determinedly, refusing to sink his teeth into your fragile skin.

Mc buys Caleb absurdly sour candy for holidays. Candy that isn't meant to be enjoyable but meant to be taken as a challenge. Caleb's gums are bloody by the end of it.

Mc's first date is in a cute, homely diner close to where she lives. The food was good, as long as you ordered from the breakfast menu. And maybe don't order the sausage. But it was cheap enough for middle school and high schoolers to afford a meal on a budget. Caleb's been taking you there for years, chipping away his allowance so you can get as many pancakes as your heart desires. You two went there to study, for late night cravings, and cozy weekend mornings when you had nothing to do. He is sick to his stomach when you bring another person there for a first date. It was your place. Yours and his. This stranger, an insignificant chapter of your life, didn't deserve to be there with you. He can't bring himself to eat for the rest of the day, totally losing his appetite.

Caleb despises when the toring chip activates when Mc is around to see. He can only imagine how she feels watching the man she loves become a blank, emotionless slate. The more he fights against it, the worse it gets. It must be scary, huh? Not only is it scary, it's pathetic. How can he protect her if he's this helpless against his own mind? During those times, all she can do is hold Caleb. She knows what it feels like to get so emotional that it feels like her brain shuts down, even if it was a little different from Caleb's specific situation. How can you fault him for something he can't control?

Caleb shows up to dates still in his Colonel uniform sometimes. He never, ever wants to be late for something so important. So, unfortunately, he has to cut corners with his appearance at times. Many waitresses have lost their tables because the customers were terrified sitting next to the Farspace Fleet's Colonel.

Mc still drags Caleb outside whenever she hears the cheerful jingle of an ice cream truck approaching. Caleb tags along even if he's not in the mood for his own cone. Just like he used to, he fishes in his pocket for spare change to pay for your ice cold treat.

[risskia]

SYPNOSIS Cute movie date with Caleb where you drag him into a photobooth afterwards ⋆˙⟡♡

TAGS DAA academy setting, tooth rotting fluff, it gets a little heated, Caleb won’t stop kissing you in the photobooth, Caleb shows he’s taken afterwards. 1.1K words

A/N Back with another wholesome fluffy Caleb fic (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

When Caleb had asked you to the movies with him, you were practically giddy with delight and excitement.

He was almost shy when he asked you out, with a hand carding through his hair and a shy expression on his face, his lips quirked into a small smile when he dropped the question.

“Hey… are you free on Sunday? Because I’d really love to take you out to the movies.” He dips his head down to level your faces, palms on the desk as he leans his body towards you.

Yes yes yes yes absolutely!! Your mind screams, but you just coolly smile back at him.

“Yes I wouldn’t mind.” You reply with an air of casualness, putting on a nonchalant facade. Caleb just grins and laughs in your face.

“Don’t be late, pips.” He gently flicks your forehead and quickly runs off to catch up with his friends.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Sunday rolls around and you find yourself sitting beside the cutest boy ever, a bucket of caramel popcorn on your lap and Caleb whispering nonsense into your ear and cracking jokes at the main character’s expense.

Caleb, it turns out, is the most hyperactive, ADHD person you’ve ever had to watch a movie with. And it surprises you that you find it so endearing, the way he keeps on looking at you at the funny scenes or how he keeps on getting distracted by you, his hand that’s about to feed a popcorn into his mouth frozen midair as he looks at you like you’re a greek goddess.

“Caleb — you’re so loud, ugh,” you gripe, pretending to be annoyed.

“And your hands are freezing.” Caleb’s warm hand slides into yours. It feels so natural you’re taken aback and blushing a little at his move.

Caleb’s hand is still in yours when the movie ends and you two shuffle out of the cinema. Neither of you bring this up as Caleb uses it to drag you around the mall. You’re a little scared to eye anything longer than a few seconds or Caleb will try to get it for you.

“This mall is massive — ohmygod a photobooth!” You suddenly squeal, failing to contain your excitement as you lug him towards the colourful cubicle. Caleb holds his stomach in laughter, his eyes twinkling as he looks at you with amusement.

“Really? This is what catches your eye?”

“Shut up and get in.” You’re haughty as you shove him into the space and swing the curtains shut. Caleb is pushed onto the seat, his eyes wide and staring up at you as you loom over him. He quickly stops and turns to study the screen in front of him, which displays the filter and photo frame options.

“Hmm.” Caleb’s fingers press away at the screen whilst you’re looking over at the assortment of props.

“Caleb, don’t mess — “ The buttons start blinking before you can even finish your sentence.

“Caleb!” Already, the timer on the screen is going off. 15, 14, 13 seconds… You groan as you quickly position yourself in place, in front of the camera. “I haven’t even thought about our poses yet!” You complain, hurriedly jamming an apple headband onto his head.

“We’ll be fiiiine…”

The first picture is normal enough: Caleb giving you the classic bunny ears.

The camera shuttle goes off and you’re given the countdown for the second picture.

“What pose should we — “ You begin, but Caleb already has plans, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him.

“Smile.” Caleb tells you under his breath, his breath warm on your neck.

The screen mirrors the sight: Caleb nuzzling up to you and you looking caught off guard, surprised maybe.

So why is your heart pounding in your chest right now?

Caleb doesn’t pull away for the third picture. Instead, he’s angling his head towards you.

“I think this pose will look good.” With that, he leans forward to kiss your cheek, his arms still resting around your shoulders. A tingling sensation radiates from where his lips meet your skin, and your face feels so hot you’re certain Caleb can feel it too.

The shuttle goes off and you instantly pull away from him to punch him on his shoulder.

“Caleb! Give me a warning next time before you do things like these!” You huff, flustered and embarrassed.

“Do things like what? We’ve done worse.”

“Oh my god!” You grab him by the shoulders and shake him, but Caleb just seizes this opportunity once more to swoop in and kiss you once more. On the lips.

Caleb pulls away after a fraction of a second, but you pull him right back in and kiss him back.

If he’s going to act like a tease, so will you.

Caleb’s body jolts slightly at your touch, but he’s instantly kissing you back like a starving man.

When you groan softly, he uses this opportunity to slip his tongue in, pushing you harder up against the wall as you two make out.

You try to gain a sense of your composure, but you can’t stop getting drunk off on his soft, sweet lips.

You two don’t even realise it when the camera clicks.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You’re about to enter class when you see a group of girls come out, shoulders slouched and moping looks on their faces. Curiously, you peek your head in.

Caleb’s standing there, holding his phone in his hand as he talks to Gideon, arms crossed and leaning casually against the desk. He instantly lights up when he spots you from the doorway.

“Hey! I was just about to show Gideon a funny cat video. Wanna see?” He lifts up his phone, and as you approach him, the back of his clear phone case becomes a little more visible — the phone case reflecting light off of the photobooth pictures.

The first frame being the one where Caleb is kissing you on the cheek, arms wrapped around you, whilst you’re just looking aloof and flustered. It’s incredibly wholesome compared to the second frame — you being pressed up against the wall by him, lips glued to yours.

The photo so clearly captures what you two were in the middle of doing, with the way his hand is entangled in your hair and other grasping at your waist.

You look back up at him, mouth open in shock.

“Caleb…” You say slowly. “Your phone case…”

“What?” Caleb looks genuinely confused. “I need to show the other girls that I’m already taken.”

[humanjarvis]

more sylus vs caleb thoughts

random little musings i jotted down during my workday lol. just my personal ramblings and interpretations, not proofread

preface: i don't think that caleb has an approach to life that sylus can appreciate. and i think that no matter their similarities, their dislike for each other ultimately stems from the fundamentals, which are what lengths are they willing to go to—what boundaries that sylus respects above all is caleb willing to cross. they have been traumatized and persecuted in similar ways but developed clashing ideologies after the fact

appearance: caleb doesn’t worry too much about his appearance as long as you like it. he’ll let you pick out his clothes and dress him like a doll. he keeps himself fit and well-groomed, both for pilot reasons and because he thinks it’s the best shape for him to be in, but that’s about as much attention he spares his own looks. it’s not that he doesn’t care, but as someone with little self-worth, it’s just not in his nature to ~waste his energy thinking about it. if you’re happy, he’s happy. sylus isn’t vain, but he’s more concerned with how he looks and more interested in fashion. caleb will wear whatever uniform he has at that stage in life—aerospace academy, daa, fleet, etc.— with indifference, but i’d like to think that sylus sees clothes as a way to express himself after years of not having the freedom to and is meticulous about his wardrobe. 

spending: now that i think about it, sylus’s clothes and other expensive tastes may be 1) a way to compensate for the lack of access he had to those things as a persecuted youth and 2) just. a reflection of his willingness to spend money on himself. he can surround himself with the finer things without hesitation or issue, without questioning if he deserves it. i feel like caleb is more reluctant to do so, e.g., when mc sent him safety tips because his hair dryer was damaged to the point of being hazardous and he hadn’t bought a new one yet. he’ll lay money at mc’s feet, for sure, but the concept of spending it on himself just isn’t something that really occurs to him. it doesn’t cross his mind much, but when it does, he might even find it wasteful

decision-making: caleb is happy to make choices for you. sylus will leave it up to you, question if you really want his opinion, and subtly give you his preference when you say yes

working together?: they’re both ambitious and goal-oriented. sylus is used to working with people he doesn’t like, and caleb is unwilling to be seen as, and feel like, the lesser man. so i think they could overcome their differences and work together quite well potentially, if they shared a common interest 

how their dislike manifests: sylus’s dislike is more muted, mainly because he’s a more emotionally secure character. he doesn’t actively hate caleb without a specific reason, and he’s too self-assured to feel jealous, really. he wouldn’t trade his life or appearance for caleb’s, but it would be nice for mc to view him with the same outright trust and comfort she views caleb with. caleb actively dislikes sylus (though he may conceal it). he sees sylus as a threat to his relationship with mc (it’s less that he doesn’t trust her and more of his own thought that he doesn’t deserve her), but also to his capacity to provide for her and his duty to keep her safe. because even if he thinks himself undeserving, her satisfaction and wellbeing are still his to facilitate, just as he thinks they’ve always been. which is why i am interested in how he’d react to knowing that sylus was pulling strings and protecting her when they were both children. because imagine the person you think you’ve kept safe for years and your reason for existing is only alive because of another man’s care

thrill-seeking: someone mentioned that sylus and caleb are both thrill-seekers, and definitely yes. in my head though i make the distinction that sylus's approach is more typical in that does it for the actual adrenaline, e.g., when he backflips out of the plane in freefall gambit just for the hell of it. but caleb does it to feel alive—because otherwise he does not. in one of his texts from when the player doesn’t log in for 30 days, he says he was critically ambushed by a wanderer but ended up being glad about it because battle is the only he still feels alive in mc’s absence. 

detachment and experiencing pleasure: i personally think there is something…hollow about caleb. and i’m not saying he doesn’t have the right to be with all that’s happened to him, but there’s this numbness and detachment in the back of his mind (even before the chip, imo). there are certain things he just doesn’t care about, certain social courtesies he doesn’t entertain. he sees an old friend whose name he didn’t care to remember, he speaks a little too harshly to non-mc people, he’ll sabotage others with no remorse if he sees fit. i think sylus is just able to derive joy out of more things, which is impressive considering all that’s happened to him. like watching animals in the park/on tv, reveling in the nightlife of the n109 zone, playing games with luke and kieran—he gets genuine happiness/enjoyment from those non-mc things, while caleb’s pleasure from the same activities would be a bit…stilted? there’s just something missing.

self-worth and motivation: sylus values himself outside of mc, caleb doesn’t. going back to the 30 days text, i truly think that if mc were ever to leave, sylus would recover because he has the intrinsic motivation to. he has hobbies, he has passions, he has onychinus, and he finds those things personally rewarding. it’s nice to share them with mc, but he doesn’t do them because of her. but caleb’s motivation is more extrinsic—he does things primarily because of mc, to win her smiles and avoid her tears. he might have so little intrinsic motivation that the lines kind of blur and his extrinsic motivation becomes that. mc’s smiles become personally rewarding. her happiness and safety become his own because, going back to what i touched on in my white blood cell comparison, he finds it hard to have an identity outside of her. he questions why he needs to. he thinks about himself in relation to her. so without her presence, without an adequate amount of any kind of motivation, without any kind of self-worth, i don’t think he’d last

pity: this one is interesting. going back to the hollowness—the extent to which they can feel and enjoy non-mc things—i think that if sylus and caleb sat down and shared their life stories with one another—gladiating, experiments, explosions, persecution—sylus would pity caleb. be genuinely sorry that he’s lived such a sad life. but i’m not sure that caleb would do the same. i think he’s so jaded from his life never really being his own that he hears about sylus’s misfortunes and he’s just like yeah, that happens. doesn’t even blink. that’s just the way the world is for him. and combined with the resentment and jealousy he already feels toward him i think pity would just be salt in the wound lol, he’d hate it

class differences, ethics, and the origins of power: caleb resents sylus for the ease with which & the extent to which he can provide for mc. but i’m wondering if he’d also look down on the way sylus amassed his wealth & power: crime and killing and illegal dealings. obviously with caleb being installed as the fleet colonel his hands aren’t clean either, but that wasn’t exactly his decision. pre-fleet, caleb was working summer jobs in high school just so he could buy gifts for mc. he also went through a rigorous flight school and excelled in it—which was because of his own love for flying and desire to be a pilot, but also fed by his need to be able to fly mc to safety if something were to happen. so sylus and caleb both spent their lives preparing for potential threats to mc, both dedicated time to learning skills and building what wealth they could to eventually make her happy, but there’s that difference in how they went about it. i feel like, at least internally, caleb would kind of scorn and delegitimize sylus’s success—not because he actually cares about the ethics of it, he couldn’t care less about sylus breaking the law (he’ll do the same if necessary)—but because that success is being used to provide for and protect mc. pre-fleet caleb was trying to make an earnest living and do everything by the book so he could give mc a sense of normalcy, and then sylus just swoops in with his motorbike and blood money and thinks he has the right to do the same? he’s busting his ass every day, but one shady deal and sylus has already exceeded everything he’s worked to attain? he resents that. he is somewhat jealous. but he resents it

hm. they both dream of a world where they can live peacefully with mc. but sylus’s world would have more than 2 people in it

this is too long and has no direction so i will cut it here ❤��

[lotusapple-xia]

Prom

✰ synopsis: You convince Caleb do to a prom transition video with you.

✰ pairing: Caleb x fem reader

✰ content: fluff, established relationships, high school sweethearts

✰ w/c: 480

✰ notes: thought of this little drabble while watching prom transitions on youtube shorts. also i used that gif cuz he's holding her <3

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You hit record and posed with Caleb while both of you were dressed in matching pyjamas. Caleb’s sunny smile could spread wider as you glowed with happiness. You convinced Caleb to do a small video with you based on the prom transition videos that flooded your social media. You decided to film this the day before the long-awaited prom night, where you’re taking Caleb as your date.

Caleb lifts your hand above your head and spins you around ballroom style with a lovesick grin. With one muscled arm around your waist, he dips you down while the other glides down your apple-themed pyjamas. He maintains eye contact and presses a soft kiss to your nose. You giggle and squirm as you go to grab your phone to hit the pause button.

On the day of your prom. You and Caleb finish off the video. You hit record and skip over to Caleb, who’s looking at you with literal hearts in his eyes. He's donned in a crisp dark blue suit with a tie that matches your dress and a boutonnière that matches your corsage. When you shyly asked him to be your date for the special night, Caleb could not be happier. He truly went above and beyond to make this a night you’ll cherish forever. He worked extra hours at his part-time job to buy the dress when you both went dress shopping. He also bought the floral accessories as a gift for you. You damn near teared up at how thoughtful he was when you saw a mix of apple flowers and your favourite flowers.

As the video is recording, Caleb spins and dips you again like the first time. This time however, his hand holding your leg wanders up the slit of your dress sneakily. You grab that hand as he brings you up and wrap it around your waist. As you look at the camera and pose, Caleb keeps his arms and eyes on you. He looks at you with a proud and loving smile. His pipsqueak is all grown up now.

He leans into you and whispers, “I love you,” as he briefly looks into the camera with a possessive glint in his eyes.

Bonus ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

When you upload the video to your socials (with Caleb’s encouragement) the comments all talk about how handsome your boyfriend is. They’re gushing about his outfit and how it matches with yours, the floral accessories and the way he dances with you. The sentiment that appears most often is how undeniably in love Caleb looks. Unlike some other prom transition videos, Caleb exemplifies a man so deeply in love with their partner that it’s hard not to swoon at. Although 80% of the comments are about Caleb’s handsomeness, you can’t deny, it feels good to know that Caleb loves you just as much, if not more, than you.