my obsession with Caleb is increasing and after i thought my ideal type was sylus i went through character development and it changed to caleb and idk how to feel about that
i am kind of sad because with the price of my camera i would've gotten many instruments i want. and i'm no longer passionate for cinema.
frankly, i don't believe i actually was. i didn't care about that shit 😭 but i was trying to get myself to enjoy it because it felt close to music somehow, after i've given up on it at that time.
i was shopping for new scented oils and i almost bought lavender oil, but the perfume guy gave me pomegranates musk and it smelled so delicious im drooling-- i bought it immediately
definitely not because it reminded me of persephone tehehe
i know it's been a while but burnout is a bitch. everytime i go back to school i tend to unintentionally abandon everything. I told myself I'll focus on writing even during school but oh well 😭.
and honestly i feel like i've fucked up the plot in some things. esp my streamer reader fic, i started it just as a drabble and didn't expect it to get sm recognition...and I had no plot in mind but i didn't wanna disappoint everyone since you seem to love it so it's been getting worse :(( so idk what i'm gonna do about that but we'll see !
i'm really really happy you guys like what i write i never truly expected that at all 😞🩷 which is why i am aspiring to do even better. i honestly thought i'd quit but writing fiction became a coping mechanism that i don't think i'd ever let go of.
i just came here to say i haven't forgotten about this blog and your encouragement or even just writing my silly self indulgent fics means so much to me and i missed everyoneeee >.<
continuing this thought
notes: caleb is...being caleb. he goes through your stuff. mention of other lads men but in a different way.
genres: hurt, angst, comfort. see part 1 for context.
The first week after Caleb came back moved by very slowly and very painfully for him. He’s still the puppy goofball as he’s always been, but you…aren’t the same.
And he’s very displeased.
It’s not that he doesn’t love your “new you” anymore, no no…he loves you no matter what. But he’s just being Caleb…overprotective.
He’s been very nosy, even more than he had originally been. He’d sometimes ask intruding questions that seem to hint at something with a cheeky grin to mask his intentions. “So, who are your new friends?” “Who did you get close with after I was gone?” "That's your wardrobe? Do you wear those on dates?”
And your answer is the same every time.
“Nobody.” “I don’t.”
He even walks into your room sometimes without knocking, asks to borrow your stuff because his are “low on battery” and he happened to forget his charger somewhere…
One night he offered to make you hot ramyeon the way you love it. Not only that, he even offered to wash the dishes to let you go wash up then “play a game” afterwards.
you hesitated before agreeing. You didn't know why he insisted on it so much.
And once again, he snuck into your room. He knew it was wrong. He knew you'd probably be upset…or not? He can’t predict you anymore and it’s making him feel eerie. but he just wants to know. surely you'll understand? he was only worried about his pipsqueak, that’s all.
After he finished his mission, he laid back on the headboard, eyes fixed on the hologram projector in front of his eyes. Your entire life timeline spread in front of him from the very minute he left, and all the way until the moment he came back. Even at this moment.
“Is this really necessary?” you grumble, sitting on the floor cross legged in front of him, an empty glass bottle between you two. Not bothered to style your hair or dry it after the shower. “We’re only two, what’s the use of the bottle?”
“Mhm~” he smiles. “Go ahead, pips. Spin it.”
You roll your eyes before grabbing the bottle and spinning it. It points to him. “Truth or dare?”
“Hmm…dare.” he grins.
“I dare you…to do ten one-arm push-ups!”
He snorts. “You really have the stupidest dares ever.” he props himself into a push up position, one arm behind his back before starting the pushups and doing them with ease. “Couldn’t have come up with something harder?” he sits back down with a smug grin.
“Oh, piss off.” you chuckle. He grabs the bottle and spins it, it points at him again…before he manipulates it with his evol to point at you instead. “You’re cheating!”
“No, I'm making it fun! Can’t have it pointed towards me every single time. Now, pick, my dear pips. Truth or dare?” his eyes glint with something different this time.
“Dare.” you challenge him with a cheeky grin.
“I dare you…to let me go through your phone.”
“What ?!” “What, why are you surprised?” he feigns innocence, his lips puckering. “I’ve always done that.”
“I know, but…now is different.”
He stares at you, his gaze unwavering. You feel yourself crumbling under his eyes.
“Backing off now, huh? I’ll make it easier for you. Feel free to switch.”
“...I pick truth.” you gulp, you have no idea why you’re feeling nervous all of a sudden. Perhaps the way he looks at you like he’s got you figured out?
“Let’s see…hmm…” he hums a melody, his tone mockingly gentle. “Tell me, pipsqueak. Who is this?”
He pulls up a photo from his phone, it’s a selfie of you and a guy. You feel the air getting knocked out of your lungs. You haven’t done anything wrong, yet his stare is giving you chills.
“H…how did you find this photo?” “Doesn’t really matter, but…I found it on your flash drive. I got it confused with mine.” he is eerily calm…
You sit up straighter, your tone firm. “What are you trying to do, Caleb?” “answer me first then i will gladly answer you.” he snapped quickly.
“He…was a friend. I don’t talk to him anymore.” you reply, your tone quiet than the earlier madness.
“And why is that?”
“We just…kind of grew apart. That’s all.” he slowly pulled his hand away, lying the phone facedown.
“Is this Xavier, your ex?” you froze, eyes widening. “Or Mike, who led you on then dated your bestfriend? Or maybe it is Zayne who you’ve been in situationship with for six months just for him to ghost you?”
“How do you know all that?!” you yelled, shoving the glass bottle out the way between you two, sitting up on your knees, leaning closer to him with a fiery gaze.
“Did you stalk me or something? You...you already went through my stuff, didn't you? And you even dare to question me?! do you have a knack for interrogating or something, mr colonel?”
“If you want to call this an interrogation, then do. But I must know.” he replied back with a stern voice, frowning as he leaned closer to you…you slowly backed away.
“You don’t tell me anything, I asked you over and over, and you give me this vague look, shrug your shoulders or just say ‘i dunno.’ I don’t even believe that you are [name] anymore.” he looks at you with the most desperate eyes you’ve ever seen. You’re trembling with emotions swimming in your eyes, your back pressed against the bedframe as you hesitate between pushing him away completely and reinforcing the walls you’ve put up again or pull him into a tight suffocating hug and never let go.
“Tell me whatever you wanna tell” he repeated for the hundredth time.
You closed your eyes and sighed heavily, the tears finally started pouring…his hand slowly reaching, cupping the side of your face, his voice dropped into a delicate whisper.
“And I’ll listen. Like i always did, hm? Isn’t your Caleb a good listener like you always said?”
why did i enjoy writing this LMAOOO maybe i myself am a caleb 😞
taglist: @rottengirlyy @notsurewhattocallthisblog8888 @inkedinshadows
continuing this thought
notes: caleb is...being caleb. he goes through your stuff. mention of other lads men but in a different way.
genres: hurt, angst, comfort. see part 1 for context.
The first week after Caleb came back moved by very slowly and very painfully for him. He’s still the puppy goofball as he’s always been, but you…aren’t the same.
And he’s very displeased.
It’s not that he doesn’t love your “new you” anymore, no no…he loves you no matter what. But he’s just being Caleb…overprotective.
He’s been very nosy, even more than he had originally been. He’d sometimes ask intruding questions that seem to hint at something with a cheeky grin to mask his intentions. “So, who are your new friends?” “Who did you get close with after I was gone?” "That's your wardrobe? Do you wear those on dates?”
And your answer is the same every time.
“Nobody.” “I don’t.”
He even walks into your room sometimes without knocking, asks to borrow your stuff because his are “low on battery” and he happened to forget his charger somewhere…
One night he offered to make you hot ramyeon the way you love it. Not only that, he even offered to wash the dishes to let you go wash up then “play a game” afterwards.
you hesitated before agreeing. You didn't know why he insisted on it so much.
And once again, he snuck into your room. He knew it was wrong. He knew you'd probably be upset…or not? He can’t predict you anymore and it’s making him feel eerie. but he just wants to know. surely you'll understand? he was only worried about his pipsqueak, that’s all.
After he finished his mission, he laid back on the headboard, eyes fixed on the hologram projector in front of his eyes. Your entire life timeline spread in front of him from the very minute he left, and all the way until the moment he came back. Even at this moment.
“Is this really necessary?” you grumble, sitting on the floor cross legged in front of him, an empty glass bottle between you two. Not bothered to style your hair or dry it after the shower. “We’re only two, what’s the use of the bottle?”
“Mhm~” he smiles. “Go ahead, pips. Spin it.”
You roll your eyes before grabbing the bottle and spinning it. It points to him. “Truth or dare?”
“Hmm…dare.” he grins.
“I dare you…to do ten one-arm push-ups!”
He snorts. “You really have the stupidest dares ever.” he props himself into a push up position, one arm behind his back before starting the pushups and doing them with ease. “Couldn’t have come up with something harder?” he sits back down with a smug grin.
“Oh, piss off.” you chuckle. He grabs the bottle and spins it, it points at him again…before he manipulates it with his evol to point at you instead. “You’re cheating!”
“No, I'm making it fun! Can’t have it pointed towards me every single time. Now, pick, my dear pips. Truth or dare?” his eyes glint with something different this time.
“Dare.” you challenge him with a cheeky grin.
“I dare you…to let me go through your phone.”
“What ?!” “What, why are you surprised?” he feigns innocence, his lips puckering. “I’ve always done that.”
“I know, but…now is different.”
He stares at you, his gaze unwavering. You feel yourself crumbling under his eyes.
“Backing off now, huh? I’ll make it easier for you. Feel free to switch.”
“...I pick truth.” you gulp, you have no idea why you’re feeling nervous all of a sudden. Perhaps the way he looks at you like he’s got you figured out?
“Let’s see…hmm…” he hums a melody, his tone mockingly gentle. “Tell me, pipsqueak. Who is this?”
He pulls up a photo from his phone, it’s a selfie of you and a guy. You feel the air getting knocked out of your lungs. You haven’t done anything wrong, yet his stare is giving you chills.
“H…how did you find this photo?” “Doesn’t really matter, but…I found it on your flash drive. I got it confused with mine.” he is eerily calm…
You sit up straighter, your tone firm. “What are you trying to do, Caleb?” “answer me first then i will gladly answer you.” he snapped quickly.
“He…was a friend. I don’t talk to him anymore.” you reply, your tone quiet than the earlier madness.
“And why is that?”
“We just…kind of grew apart. That’s all.” he slowly pulled his hand away, lying the phone facedown.
“Is this Xavier, your ex?” you froze, eyes widening. “Or Mike, who led you on then dated your bestfriend? Or maybe it is Zayne who you’ve been in situationship with for six months just for him to ghost you?”
“How do you know all that?!” you yelled, shoving the glass bottle out the way between you two, sitting up on your knees, leaning closer to him with a fiery gaze.
“Did you stalk me or something? You...you already went through my stuff, didn't you? And you even dare to question me?! do you have a knack for interrogating or something, mr colonel?”
“If you want to call this an interrogation, then do. But I must know.” he replied back with a stern voice, frowning as he leaned closer to you…you slowly backed away.
“You don’t tell me anything, I asked you over and over, and you give me this vague look, shrug your shoulders or just say ‘i dunno.’ I don’t even believe that you are [name] anymore.” he looks at you with the most desperate eyes you’ve ever seen. You’re trembling with emotions swimming in your eyes, your back pressed against the bedframe as you hesitate between pushing him away completely and reinforcing the walls you’ve put up again or pull him into a tight suffocating hug and never let go.
“Tell me whatever you wanna tell” he repeated for the hundredth time.
You closed your eyes and sighed heavily, the tears finally started pouring…his hand slowly reaching, cupping the side of your face, his voice dropped into a delicate whisper.
“And I’ll listen. Like i always did, hm? Isn’t your Caleb a good listener like you always said?”
why did i enjoy writing this LMAOOO maybe i myself am a caleb 😞
taglist: @rottengirlyy @notsurewhattocallthisblog8888 @inkedinshadows
continuing this thought
notes: caleb is...being caleb. he goes through your stuff. mention of other lads men but in a different way.
genres: hurt, angst, comfort. see part 1 for context.
The first week after Caleb came back moved by very slowly and very painfully for him. He’s still the puppy goofball as he’s always been, but you…aren’t the same.
And he’s very displeased.
It’s not that he doesn’t love your “new you” anymore, no no…he loves you no matter what. But he’s just being Caleb…overprotective.
He’s been very nosy, even more than he had originally been. He’d sometimes ask intruding questions that seem to hint at something with a cheeky grin to mask his intentions. “So, who are your new friends?” “Who did you get close with after I was gone?” "That's your wardrobe? Do you wear those on dates?”
And your answer is the same every time.
“Nobody.” “I don’t.”
He even walks into your room sometimes without knocking, asks to borrow your stuff because his are “low on battery” and he happened to forget his charger somewhere…
One night he offered to make you hot ramyeon the way you love it. Not only that, he even offered to wash the dishes to let you go wash up then “play a game” afterwards.
you hesitated before agreeing. You didn't know why he insisted on it so much.
And once again, he snuck into your room. He knew it was wrong. He knew you'd probably be upset…or not? He can’t predict you anymore and it’s making him feel eerie. but he just wants to know. surely you'll understand? he was only worried about his pipsqueak, that’s all.
After he finished his mission, he laid back on the headboard, eyes fixed on the hologram projector in front of his eyes. Your entire life timeline spread in front of him from the very minute he left, and all the way until the moment he came back. Even at this moment.
“Is this really necessary?” you grumble, sitting on the floor cross legged in front of him, an empty glass bottle between you two. Not bothered to style your hair or dry it after the shower. “We’re only two, what’s the use of the bottle?”
“Mhm~” he smiles. “Go ahead, pips. Spin it.”
You roll your eyes before grabbing the bottle and spinning it. It points to him. “Truth or dare?”
“Hmm…dare.” he grins.
“I dare you…to do ten one-arm push-ups!”
He snorts. “You really have the stupidest dares ever.” he props himself into a push up position, one arm behind his back before starting the pushups and doing them with ease. “Couldn’t have come up with something harder?” he sits back down with a smug grin.
“Oh, piss off.” you chuckle. He grabs the bottle and spins it, it points at him again…before he manipulates it with his evol to point at you instead. “You’re cheating!”
“No, I'm making it fun! Can’t have it pointed towards me every single time. Now, pick, my dear pips. Truth or dare?” his eyes glint with something different this time.
“Dare.” you challenge him with a cheeky grin.
“I dare you…to let me go through your phone.”
“What ?!” “What, why are you surprised?” he feigns innocence, his lips puckering. “I’ve always done that.”
“I know, but…now is different.”
He stares at you, his gaze unwavering. You feel yourself crumbling under his eyes.
“Backing off now, huh? I’ll make it easier for you. Feel free to switch.”
“...I pick truth.” you gulp, you have no idea why you’re feeling nervous all of a sudden. Perhaps the way he looks at you like he’s got you figured out?
“Let’s see…hmm…” he hums a melody, his tone mockingly gentle. “Tell me, pipsqueak. Who is this?”
He pulls up a photo from his phone, it’s a selfie of you and a guy. You feel the air getting knocked out of your lungs. You haven’t done anything wrong, yet his stare is giving you chills.
“H…how did you find this photo?” “Doesn’t really matter, but…I found it on your flash drive. I got it confused with mine.” he is eerily calm…
You sit up straighter, your tone firm. “What are you trying to do, Caleb?” “answer me first then i will gladly answer you.” he snapped quickly.
“He…was a friend. I don’t talk to him anymore.” you reply, your tone quiet than the earlier madness.
“And why is that?”
“We just…kind of grew apart. That’s all.” he slowly pulled his hand away, lying the phone facedown.
“Is this Xavier, your ex?” you froze, eyes widening. “Or Mike, who led you on then dated your bestfriend? Or maybe it is Zayne who you’ve been in situationship with for six months just for him to ghost you?”
“How do you know all that?!” you yelled, shoving the glass bottle out the way between you two, sitting up on your knees, leaning closer to him with a fiery gaze.
“Did you stalk me or something? You...you already went through my stuff, didn't you? And you even dare to question me?! do you have a knack for interrogating or something, mr colonel?”
“If you want to call this an interrogation, then do. But I must know.” he replied back with a stern voice, frowning as he leaned closer to you…you slowly backed away.
“You don’t tell me anything, I asked you over and over, and you give me this vague look, shrug your shoulders or just say ‘i dunno.’ I don’t even believe that you are [name] anymore.” he looks at you with the most desperate eyes you’ve ever seen. You’re trembling with emotions swimming in your eyes, your back pressed against the bedframe as you hesitate between pushing him away completely and reinforcing the walls you’ve put up again or pull him into a tight suffocating hug and never let go.
“Tell me whatever you wanna tell” he repeated for the hundredth time.
You closed your eyes and sighed heavily, the tears finally started pouring…his hand slowly reaching, cupping the side of your face, his voice dropped into a delicate whisper.
“And I’ll listen. Like i always did, hm? Isn’t your Caleb a good listener like you always said?”
why did i enjoy writing this LMAOOO maybe i myself am a caleb 😞
taglist: @rottengirlyy @notsurewhattocallthisblog8888 @inkedinshadows
Sylus won one of China’s most prestigious game awards (first otome game character to win and the only one LADS got when the game itself wasn’t even nominated) and please😭😭😭😭
I'm also thinking of writing "your f/o" without really stating a name so it can be relatable to anyone even outside this fandom. it kinda gives more freedom for imagination and to insert ur fav characters anyways.
areudirty
amandla
discoholicmusic
pixelskylines
titsay
dailybridgerton