#calebmc

[duaaodann]

I know we all love him like that `⎚⩊⎚´ -✧ Alsoooo, I've got a subscribestar over here, just in case you wanna support me. Gonna post more smut there in the future. .///////////. (subscribestar.adult/sad_ghosty)

[ninikrumbs]

Proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

est. relationship. Caleb x Reader. early relationship. love and deepspace

Where you realize that despite being the big bad Colonel of the Farspace Fleet. Caleb can still be a bit childish sometimes.

You were angry. Berating him for being so reckless and stupid during a deepsapce mission. It was comical, watching a small thing like you scold the Colonel of the farspace fleet.

There you were with you're hands on your hips towering overing his muscled form by merely and inch or two even as his sat. He could see your mouth moving, your furrowed brows and exasperated eyes. Yet he heard nothing and he hopes you won't notice. Maybe a few words came through like "Idiot!, not thinking! and dummy Caleb!"

All he knows that his brain only wants to focus on more important things like how your soft lips looks so plump and glossy-a new lip gloss, maybe? how your eyes seem to glow and sparkle under the sunlight. He has wholeheartedly accepted that that shade was his favorite color ever since you were kids. And your hair? and that scent? It makes him unconsciously move closer to you. His hands twitching, just aching to touch you.

"Caleb! Are you even liste-"

"How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?" He grins up at you, brushing up his hair. Not a single serious thought behind those eyes.

You stutter with your words. "Wha- are you- stop distracting me." Shaking your head, you take a deep breath trying to stablelize yourself despite the obvious blush creeping up your face. "Really mad."

"I'll apologize later." Before you could protest he closes the distance between your lips, pulling you closer by the waist as he angles his head to kiss you deeper, longer. Trapping you between his legs so you wont pull away too fast. Your hands snake through his hair, moaning softly into his mouth. His lips were so desperate, so eager to taste what you'd allow him.

The sound of your lips echoed a bit throughout your empty apartment. You tried to pull away but kissing him came as naturally to you as breathing air. It was an automatic response.

After a hot minute, You manage to pull away a bit, "Caleb, we nee-" He cuts you off with another kiss, voice husky and deep, "just a bit more."

Some part of you wants to give in, but one of you had to be a responsible adult. Suprisingly, it wasn't Caleb. With your hunter training you somehow managed to pry yourself away from his grubby hands.

"Pipsqueak! A few more seconds." And slight pout decorated his face as his eyes droop comically. He looked like a kicked puppy.

Coughing, you tried and failed to appear stern especially with your face still red. "Caleb, you can't just kiss while Im scolding you! And I was being serious, you can't even listen to me for one minute?!"

"I swear I was listening!"

You glare at him. "No, you weren't. You were too busy ogling me."

So you did notice. Heh. He looks away innocently. "I can't help it if my girlfriend's so pretty I can't focus."

"Caleb."

As a punishment, you decided to lecture him a good 5 meters away.

AN: first time writing for Caleb. I dont know if I wrote him right.

[sayangrafayel]

MC: Oh, and before you go, I put a little note in your bag to tell you how much I love you.

Caleb, opening his bag: Aw, you are so swe-

Caleb: ..

Caleb: Pips.

MC: Yeees?

Caleb: This is a ten page letter.

MC: You said it yourself that handwritten letters are meaningful, plus I tried to keep it as short as possible. That's the best I can do.

[for-my-reasons]

Lookin' good if I do say so myself.

[koririchanart]

JEALOUS MC HAPPY CALEB💕

[oceanicfishies]

Mom, I'm Chasing a Ghost

CW: death, grief, funerals, in general just very angsty Caleb!mc headcanons about how she handled grief

Caleb!mc who woke up the next day after the explosion and forgot that Caleb died so she literally called him a thousand times, what if it was a bad dream? It wasn't, and when she realized she cried for hours straight until she fell asleep.

Caleb!mc who sat in complete silence during the funeral reception. Everyone came to her and told her how sorry they were, as if she was his wife or something, and she was so shocked she could not even react to their words. She just stared at them in complete silence and nodded.

Caleb!mc who was supposed to give a speech during his funeral and she wrote it, but when she actually had to read it she could literally not see the words in paper because of the amount of tears that fell through her eyes.

Caleb!mc that had to be held when his body was being buried because she was going to go full hamlet and throw herself after the casket.

Caleb!mc that arrived home after the funeral and ignored everyone for a week to the point in which Tara had to force the entry and she simply found mc sitting in the dark staring to a wall.

Caleb!mc that could not sleep because her dreams were plagued with Caleb. She closed her eyes? He was there, his laugh echoed through the goddamned room and his smile was practically tattoed in her brain. She was forced to begin taking sleeping pills because sleeping by her own was torture and she was physically impossible from falling asleep.

Caleb!mc who could not travel, hear shit about airplanes because it would remind her of him so she would break down and literally cry as a small kid.

Caleb!mc that was sent to pack Caleb's things and found a box full of memories of them, pictures of them as children, candid pictures of her he took that had notes saying things like "Pipsqueak enjoying icecream", or the letters they exchanged while he was at the academy.

Caleb!mc that can not forget herself from leaving the house without Caleb and her grandma, so she spirals into a self-guilt overthinking mess of what if. In her brain, she was the only one to blame.

[kinekow2]

CalebxMc🍎

His bad habit need a punishment 🌚👀

[wolfbatspace]

Wrong answers - caleb

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Yoru asks a question that only has wrong answers and teases caleb over it.

Its not that he likes one version over the other. Caleb loves yoru in every way. He knew it was a trick question but struggled to say the right thing.

Im overexplaining bc I don't wanna see anyone talk about caleb being phobic. The only phobia he has is losing mc.

Some sillies after heavy content.

Reminder- always use references! The way I drew Caleb's shirt makes no sense

[froleineeeee]

Caleb x Reader

A/N: Okay, so, this is my first attempt at writing fics since I was 15, the first time sharing it since I was 14 and my first time writing reader insert so... Please be nice, but do tell me what you think, it will help me get better ! I started with something that's not very long, hope that's okay ! Also, as good as my english is, it's not my first language, so if it's yours and you notice a grammatical error, do tell me so I can rectify it ! Anyway, here goes nothing...

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Word count : 798

Warnings : MC!reader, slight hurt/comfort, panic attack

You couldn't sleep.

Since you had come back from Skyhaven, you had been conflicted, unable to detangle the mess that was your brain at the moment. On one hand, you felt happy that Caleb was alive and well, but on the other hand, you felt something was… off with him. Like he wasn't the Caleb you knew in your childhood, while somehow still behaving like him towards you. It unsettled you deeply, but afterall, he was still Caleb, wasn't he ? He still called you the same stupid nickname, still teased you endlessly and still made sure you were healthy and happy. So why then did it feel like he was different ?

You figured, if you couldn't sleep, might as well try and see if you could reassure yourself somehow. You knew Caleb was likely to still be awake at this time, probably just coming back home from completing his duties as the Fleet's Colonel. So you did the only thing you could think of. You reached for your phone on your bedside table, unplugged it and after looking through your contacts, you dialed Caleb's number, bringing your phone up to your ear and laying back down.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang.

Just as you were about to give up, finally Caleb answered, sounding out of breath, like he had run a marathon. "Pipsqueak ? Why are you calling me at this hour ? Everythin' okay ?"

For a second, you froze, still not used to hearing his voice again. For a second, you felt relieved. Then you remembered how a phone call works and that you actually needed to answer him, so you said in a hesitant voice, "Uh, yeah ! Sorry, I'm totally fine, don't worry. It's just that I couldn't sleep and I missed you, so…"

You heard him chuckle at the other end of the line, the sound making you smile. "Damn, Pips, how would you live without me ?"

You laughed at his teasing words before remembering the whole year you had no choice but to spend living without him, your laughter dying in your throat. Suddenly, you felt like you couldn't speak, your throat closing in on itself and your chest aching. You couldn't breathe. Caleb, who knew you so well, picked up on what was happening immediately and began to panic, cursing himself for joking about this so carelessly, "Shit, I'm sorry Pips, I shouldn't have- Damn it. Okay."

He calmed himself down before saying in a soothing voice, "Everything's fine, Pipsqueak. Breathe. I'm here now, I'm alive and I won't leave you ever again, okay ? Breathe with me."

Hearing those words, that your foggy brain took a minute to understand, you slowly began to calm down, your breathing evening out as you followed his lead. You focused on his breathing, breathing along with him.

In. Out. In. Out. Then you let out a long sigh, the tension lifting off your shoulders slowly.

"Thanks… I'm sorry about that, it's still a bit fresh. Maybe avoid joking about it until I've had the time to diggest you being alive and back for good ?" you said when you finally came back to your senses.

"Yep. Totally. What do you say I cook something special for you next time you visit as my way of saying sorry ?" he said. You could hear from his tone just how guilty he felt for being the cause of your torment. He reminded you of a guilty puppy, and the mental image it summoned in your mind lifted your spirit as you pictured a puppy Caleb looking up at you with shiny eyes, ears flat on his head as he pleaded for your forgiveness.

You let him feel guilty for a few seconds before you answered, "Sure, sounds like a plan !"

"Great ! It's settled then. You should sleep now, Pips, it's late and tomorrow's not your day off, is it ?" he said, and for a second you wondered how he knew that tomorrow wasn't your day off but you chose not to question it too much. Instead, you answered "You're right, although that applies for you too, Colonel."

You heard him laugh softly before he replied, " You don't need to worry about me, Pips. But yeah, I'll get to bed soon, don't worry. So… Good night then ?"

"Yeah, good night. Sleep well." you said before hanging up and letting out a sigh. You dropped your phone on your bedside table yet again before letting your arms rest in a cross on your mattress.

You wouldn't know what changed about Caleb anytime soon, but as you closed your eyes and felt sleep overcoming your body, you thought that maybe this new version of him wasn't so bad. Afterall, he couldn't be that different if he still cared that much about you, right ?

Right ?

[amriedrws]

love wins all ~ calebmc version (all im drawing is them at this point)

[meowssmer]

SPOILERS FOR FLOATING FLORALETTER

i'm gonna be talking about those damn letters

my head is still reeling from everything even after all this time but, i just need to get this out my system

i'm just at a loss for words here. how many times has he imagined his own death? he lives as a ghost, already accepting his fate as a permanent resident in the land of the dead. he's so attached to his memories because it's genuinely all he has.

i don't even know what to say? it's pretty typical of soldiers to have pictures of their loved ones in a locket or something, but caleb has it stored in a "high-security chip" that is usually only used for pretty serious "classified information". he is so committed to saving everything, remembering all of it, she is everything to him to the point he is only made up of memories with her, of her. that chip is his soul, his heart.

he is part of her, ghost attached by her side.

he just accepts death as a consequence of loving her?? he's just willing to take it??? he quite literally doesn't care if he dies here, there is no pursuit or concern for his own survival. he just remembers her, and thinks, i have to go back to her.

and those letters! "now that you know my secret recipe, will you think of me whenever you make jam?" he's still begging her to think of him. he is literally imagining himself as dead as he is writing this letter and he is hoping that she still thinks of him, that she still makes his version of apple jam, that she may hold onto him as he has clung to her his whole life.

and in each letter he is banking on her continuing onwards with her life as regular. he somehow, wants her to remember him, and yet doesn't view himself as important enough to be grieved over? he doesn't think of how his death may affect her? he just, reminds her to eat, to drink, apologies for forgetting to wear the necklace. he treats her like she is his angel, watching his every move, guiding him.

she is so obviously hurt by his assumption that she won't care.

"caleb, i don't think i can make it" and he just dismisses it "i told you not to read those silly letters", he deems his feelings and his tragedy as unimportant. his death is trivial, his life was never something that mattered, he has continued on ritualistically writing wills because he has decided he is already dead.

he's fighting with himself: he has essentially no self worth, yet wants to be her sole protector; he thinks she doesn't worry about him (he asks her if she's worried about him or the guard post and then just gives up and says "either one" is fine), but wants her to think of him constantly when she's using the things he bought her or the recipes he's taught her.

those letters are so embarrassing for him because, to him, he's indulging in a fantasy where she loves him back. these are pre-explosion letters, before they realized their feelings for each other. this whole time he didn't think he deserved her love.

he doesn't learn to recognize his worth, he just comes back for her. he lives in this limbo: writing wills, but seeing her greet him with flowers. this level of devotion is just so absurd.

"If something happened, I'd be able to see you one last time."

"Please let me return to you once more."

[sayangrafayel]

Married!CalebMC at Caleb's DAA reunion

Caleb: Honey, wait. I just wanted to tell you that one of the girls who liked me back in the days might be here tonight. She was.. a little obsessed. I don't want you to be jealous.

MC: Oh, mama don't get jelly.

Caleb: ...So you're not gonna chomp on ice all night like you do when you get nervous?

MC, visibly nervous: Mama also don't get nervy.

Caleb: ...and you're gonna speak normally in front of my friends, right?

MC, trying to be nonchalant: Mama might, mama might.

[sugarladytum]

Mc is never missing a chance with him

[chipupuni]

Idk i just wanted to draw mc in that position and have caleb go take a cold shower in the winter lol

(There is a heater at home so mc can wear that 👍)

[xlmibby]

caleb likes you sleeping with your head on his chest.

perhaps, it's the way the pressure keeps him grounded. his night anxiety is usually making his rest time unbearable - both physically and mentally. with you by his side, though, caleb feels more at ease. lighter yet anchored to the safety you offer him, probably without even realizing how much you help him every time you sneak into his bed and allow him to hold you in his arms throughout the night.

although caleb still has trouble to fall asleep sometimes, he doesn’t experience all the terrifying sensations that he's so used to by now. but like a ray of sunshine, you shine your way into his heart that he thinks is rather a doomed place - a graveyard of broken hopes and shattered dreams, just like his life is.

perhaps, though, another reason why caleb likes you sleeping on his chest so much is the fact that he can watch you.

you look pretty like that, on top of him. his sweet temptation that takes the form of the prettiest soft-hearted angel he's ever put his eyes on.

most of the time, caleb just watches you silently and wonders - daydreams - if your lips taste as sweet as they're soft. sometimes, he likes to pat your head and brush his knuckles over your face in the way that makes a simple gesture of affection look almost akin to worship.

this moment is sacred. in the storm of pain that surrounds caleb, your asleep expression so soft even though you're a little messy, with tangled hair and puffed out cheeks; and for a moment - as quick as a heartbeat - you don’t look unreachable.

it's little moments like this, caleb thinks. it's little moment like this, when his lips press against your forehead yet again and your body instinctively moves closer into the touch, that makes his yearning even stronger.

just a little bit of your heart would be enough. if only you saw him as a man you love and not just a gege who always takes care of you... if only you saw right through him and noticed the true extent of his feelings... if only the two of you weren't scared to take a leap of faith and give into what you truly want and need...

right now, though - when your cheek presses against caleb's chest and you nuzzle closer to his body in your sleep, almost as if you're instinctively seeking out his warmth and protection - he can close his eyes and pretend that you're finally his.

[kinekow2]

Shower with Caleb