#caleb and mc

[venbubbless]

i’m not a writer..BUTTT

I have some calebmc takes during their days of college :3

pathetic and loser behavior from both of them tbh.(slight angst warning!!!)

mc who lies to caleb by saying that she’s going to be busy and plans a surprise visit to him in skyhaven and asks gideon for help by asking his schedule for the day and gets there.

mc who sees caleb and smiles when she thinks about how caleb will react when he sees her so she turns her location that they were sharing off and gets excited to greet him. she has yet to text gideon of her arrival so he can help her out but that’s okay since he’s also there with him.

mc who suddenly halts in her footsteps and her smile drops when she sees a girl wearing a matching pair of hoodie that clearly, only HER and Caleb own. with the matching pair of her part in her college apartment and caleb still having his. the girl seems to be feeling caleb up and laughing which makes her stomach twist and turn in ways she doesn’t like so she turns on her heel away with a throb in heart but bumps into someone.

mc who realizes it’s one of her college friends who’s sister lives in skyhaven and he’s also there for visit and he offers his sisters house for them to stay at since it’s late and he doesn’t want her traveling back to linkon all alone. reluctant, but she accepts the offer and stays at his sisters house and soon actually becomes really good friends w his sister and realizes she’s a lesbian. said friends sister tells her she’s hosting a party the same night and she should definitely drink to get her mind off her problems and offers to even introduce her girlfriend to mc who happily accepts.

mc who gets tipsy at the said party with her friend keeping watch on her as his sister walks in with her girlfriend to introduce her to mc, only for her to realize the girlfriend is wearing the EXACT same hoodie she saw the girl feeling caleb up wearing.

mc who feels a sudden guilt because she realizes the girl she got upset over was a huge misunderstanding and she starts to feel more depressed only for caleb and gideon to appear behind her shocked as hell to see mc there at the party.

worried caleb who was going batshit insane over mc not answering his calls and having her location turned off jumps at mc and her friend watching over her demanding the dude takes his hands off his girl (dude is just patting her back and making sure she doesn’t drink much😭) and demands to take her back to his apartment because why should she ever stay at any other man’s house when he’s there?

drive back is so silent and awkward but when they reach home, anxious and worried caleb who was going crazy all day and was dragged to that damned party finally hugs mc to express his concerns and softly scolds her to never pull such a stunt ever again. mc who’s too embarrassed to admit and tell caleb the truth stays quite which leads them into getting into a small argument which leads to mc finally admitting the truth of what really happened and reveals that she’s sorry because this could’ve potentially tarnished caleb’s reputation and ruined the “fact” that they established to everyone that caleb was dating mc to keep his fan girls away.

caleb who’s heart is JUMPING INSIDE HIS CHEST, giggles and assures mc that there never has or will be any other girl besides her in his heart and life and the tension of the moment leads to a kiss, and then one thing and another and halfway ends up with mc passing out in the middle of the makeout session due to being super tipsy from the party.

mc who wakes up the next day with only half of her memory and does NOT remember the kiss and everything else, confused as to how she even ended up in caleb’s apartment, somewhere relieved confronts him and he tells her the truth, completely excluding the part where they kissed, only for her to remember it later and they NEVER bring it up, therefore the tension always stays and they never truly get together officially until their adulthood😭(post explosion)

[warlockslovetomeow]

X-02 x A-01 (caleb x mc) imagining cw: angst. went to yearn city and found out caleb was mayor [sobs] wc: 1.9k a/n: listened to jeff buckley while i wrote this so i could channel true feelings of heart wrenching despair

he had gotten carried away. 

a foolish mistake. one that he’d sworn to his past self he'd never make again, refused to make again. he swore that he’d learn from it and that he'd find another way.  

but not for his sake. never for his sake.  

the only reason he cared at all was because he refused to allow his selfish desires to endanger you once more. his other half, the destruction to his creation, his precious A-01. in his mind, he’d fight every circle of hell to keep you safe from this world.  

no matter the cost.  

the last time he’d done something like this was when you both were children. the faceless men clad in white forcefully ripped him out of his pod and dragged him the short distance down the hall. dragged him to you.  

as he stepped into the room, lights buzzing so bright they were headache inducing, his eyes found you—and he knew. 

well, he didn’t actually know anything. to the day he rots in his identical room and wrestles with his mind for the right words to describe whatever this was. rather, when he saw your unconscious face, your battered and bruised body, he’d felt it.  

it felt like every molecule of oxygen had been ripped from the room, like he’d suddenly been vacuum-sealed out of existence, and if he ever wanted to breathe again he’d have to reach you. like the men in white behind him had kicked his legs out from under him and the only way he could stand was if you gave him the strength to. he’d never felt this before. never felt anything before. 

ever since then, when the faceless men came to take him to your room, there was no longer a struggle. he’d jump at the tapping of the electronic keypad outside, meet them at the door, and rush down the hall to see you. you were never awake, of course, always left to drift in that comatose state after your battles. once he reached you, he’d trace every cut and bruise on your body, eyes burning with fury, cursing this cruel world for keeping him from your side when you needed him most. 

your plugs would then connect to his, and he'd watch as energy surged from his exoskeleton into yours. the sight evoked an emotion so overwhelming, so extreme, it felt like his heart was being torn apart—each shard echoing a desperate, aching longing. a longing that mirrored his need to hear your voice, see the color of your eyes, feel the touch of your face… 

it was these dangerous thoughts that caused his behavior to change.  

he began to linger in your presence a bit longer after healing you, began to speak to you while the procedure was underway, began to grasp your hand when he saw your face twisting in pain.   

then he couldn’t take it anymore. 

one day, he asked to stay with you afterwards—just until you stirred awake, just so he could catch a glimpse of your livelihood. the faceless creatures refused him, and everything went black.  

in his violent haze, he shattered his pod, fractured the monitors that littered the walls. only when he moved to harm himself did they intervene. a one-sided mirror was installed in place of the wall that kept him from you, so he could watch you while you remained blind to his existence. they threatened that if he made such a scene again he'd be sedated when brought to heal you.   

so, he learned. and he grew. as did you.  

he started to notice the distinct melody on the keypad that signaled his room had been unlocked. it took months of repetition, but the sound was always the same, ingraining itself into his mind. eventually, he began to recognize the melody that unlocked your door as well.  

day after day, as he walked toward your room, he started to map out the halls in his mind. he strained to mentally predict their twists and turns, tried with what little he had to note where they led, and he wondered if any path could be an escape.  

he must have been insane. deranged, even. no other explanation made sense for why he was here now, in your room, grabbing your arm and pulling you through the labyrinthine hallways. he’d made short of an introduction, he didn’t even know what he was doing, how could he possibly explain that to you?  

“i'm X-02. i’m not here to hurt you. i can take you away, but you have to trust me.” his words came out rushed, pleading for your understanding, urging you to act quickly. for a moment, something like recognition flickered in your eyes, as if a long-lost memory had resurfaced, before you nodded and took his hand.  

he didn't know the exactness of where he was leading you, just that he needed to hurry. no alarms had yet been sounded, and in his foolishness, he believed that luck must have been on his side. that fate was caressing his cheek and guiding his path. 

perhaps it was. they stumbled upon a large metallic door that had slim, rectangular windows lining the top. no door would have windows unless leading outside, he surmised. he looked at the electronic keypad, then looked at your face.  

“A-01—” his voice was ragged, eyes darting to the corners like he expected shadows to pounce.  

“i don’t know the code, but you—" he grabbed your wrist, not to force, but to anchor himself. “you can get us through. can you destroy it?" 

your gaze flitted to where he was touching your skin, slightly surprised by the sudden contact. when you looked back up at him, something shifted. as your eyes met his, you softened. you realized he was asking not because you were a weapon of mass destruction, capable of destroying the very hall you stood in if you willed it, but because you were the only person he had ever truly believed in. 

to him, you weren’t power. you were faith. 

you saw the panic in his voice, the tremble in his hands, and without a word, you acted. not because he asked, but because you chose to move with him. in the next moment, you obliterated the keypad with terrifying grace. and he watched, not with fear, but awe. because he knew you would. 

the heavy door opened, and with your hand still in his, you escaped.  

the outside world stretched before his eyes. endless plains of tall grass under a clouded sky, as far as the eye could see. the lab had been hidden in this isolated, barren place. a place that's capable of escape, but also one where no help would come. his mind raced, the weight of this new reality pressing down on him. 

footsteps heavy on the uneven soil, you both ran as fast as your lungs had the capacity for. after a number of strides, he'd routinely turn his head to glance behind you, each one a calculated risk, a fear that the men in white might already be on their tail. 

“what is this place?” you called to him, voice strained but steady. if he wasn't in such immediate distress he probably would have swooned at the beautiful sound of your voice.

“i don’t know,” he answered, unsure if it even mattered. they just had to keep moving. 

then, he noticed it. something strange about the ground ahead. some of the grass was oddly elevated, as if something beneath it had shifted, creating a hollow space. like a cave of sorts. 

“we can hide there,” he said, his voice urgent. you both darted towards it, crawling beneath the overhang of the grass. it provided cover, a shield against their pursuers while he caught his breath and thought of a plan.  

while his mind raced, chest heaving, he heard it. the rhythmic pattering of footsteps, getting heavier and heavier. he pulled you close to his chest in a protective stance and braced for the worst.  

yet the worst never came. 

after a moment, he realized the sounds weren't stopping. or coming closer. it was coming from all around him. he opened his eyes and was met with your frightened gaze staring back at him. some sort of clear liquid was sliding onto your cheeks from the strands of your hair. he shifted slightly, still keeping you firm against him, and held his palm out to the overhang's fraying ends. 

"is this..." he trailed off, remembering hearing about the strange weather phenomenon once before but unable to name it now. 

"rain." you finished for him. and when he looked back down at you, he nearly choked.  

it was as though the universe paused for a breath. your smile, quiet yet radiant, spread across your face like sunlight breaking through the clouds. the world around him crumbled away, leaving only the soft warmth of your expression. it was an invitation to something unknown, yet achingly familiar. your smile was a secret only the stars knew, a light in the dark that left him both anchored and untethered, as if he’d always known this moment was coming, but had never been ready for it.  

he raised his hand to wipe the water from your face, cupping your cheek. you leaned into him, and he felt something in his gut he couldn't quite name.  

“you... see me, don’t you? not as they do.” your voice was quiet but certain, as though you were testing the truth of your own words. “to them, i was always a tool. something to be used... discarded.” you looked away for a moment, trying not to lose yourself in these thoughts.  

“but you... you’re different.” 

his chest tightened. his mind went scrambled. he opened and shut his mouth repeatedly, unsure where to start. every time he tried it felt like he was attempting to speak underwater, the words he longed to say muddled by the inability to phrase it all properly. he rubbed his thumb against your cheek, needing the touch of your skin to ground him.  

"please understand. i never saw you as a tool, i saw you as—" his voice got caught in his throat, and he fought the urge to cry. what he felt for you, there would never be enough words to convey it. "everything." 

he leaned forward, his forehead touching yours, “all this time, i’ve healed you, watched you, reached for you." his voice cracked slightly, doing his best to put emphasis on his words without bursting at the seams.

"and now im going to do what i should have been doing all along." he lightly grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to his so that you could see the gravity in his words. "im going to keep you safe."  

the rain fell harder now, each drop sounding as if the world itself was weeping. you felt it too, the vulnerability of the moment, the closeness that carried the feeling of something more. tears welled in your eyes, overwhelmed by the rawness of his words.  

for a split second, time seemed to slow. the space between your lips felt like nothing at all, and his eyes flickered down to your mouth. the promise he had made was destined to be sealed. 

then, just as his lips were about to brush against yours, a sharp crack split the air. 

the sound was so sudden, so out of place, it took a moment for him to understand what had happened. his heart stopped. his eyes darted to your neck, where a dart—no—was embedded in your skin. his world fell to pieces as he felt your body grow heavier in his arms. 

the faceless creatures swarmed them, surrounding them as if they were animals. then, his own vision faded.  

he had gotten carried away.

a/n(2): ohhh my god it hurts so bad (u wrote this they all say in unison) what even matters anymore in this baka life

[pipsqueakleni]

took a photo to remember🍎🌟

[trufannekiawilson]

I know this picture of MC must be having the MCs with a darker complexion, feeling like that one scene in School Dance with Kat Williams.

Infold! Who's MC is that?

That is a default MC. That is an MC with the factory settings.

That is a MC who doesn't disappear in low light cut scenes.

Bonus

He truly is the Meme Lord. Comedic timing on point.

[kockaslili]

Reunion ❤️ Caleb&MC

[vellatrelle]

Something something about Caleb and underwear

[monogamia]

“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”

“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”

“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”

Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.

There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”

[bibbysstuff]

Mc in Lingeries, Li addition

[mistalaak]

[pipsqueakleni]

🍎🌟

[connorsui]

He stood outside the courthouse, using the building’s reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie she’d picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands she’d ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Man, your wife is insane,” an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.

Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. “Yeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?” He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. “I’m literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, I’ve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.”

He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. “And when this is all over, I’ll be paying her bail. Not because I have to—because I want to. She’ll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? I’ll give it to her. Every last bit.”

His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Because she’s my wife. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[trufannekiawilson]

Oh they cute together.

Can I just take a moment to appreciate this man's fits? Like the most chillest and laid back kinda vibes.

[candicornart]

If MC randomly flashed the Lis

[kockaslili]

Woof

[baobei-bu]

working out together ♡