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[calebslocketlicker]

mc who takes up to play basketball with his school team because daa caleb is too busy flying planes. when caleb gets back and finds out mc is being tutored by his rival, hell breaks loose. it all started on an ordinary day when mc reached her tipping point, caleb was too busy, flying planes, attending lectures and 0 replies since the past week

she was sure it was this or her gege was lying....he must have new friends and a girlfriend mc was just his family...never something else or something more...what she was about to do next wasn't asking for attention from him in her eyes

she just wanted to grab the dog by the leash and make him run back to herever since caleb graduated, the basketball team found a new star, his arch rival and someone who had also kept his eyes on mc,

knowing how strong caleb was, he stayed in his lane but when mc walked up to him, asking for basketball tutorials

he wasn't a playboy but acted the image very well, their first evening tutorial session and his hands holding hers to pitch the ball in

caleb still had some trusty sources and the pictures went straight to his dm, "congratulations to your sister!!!"

watching his baby sister falling on that idiot's chest and holding her hands, doing what should be him,

the next train from skyhaven to linkon had a very calculating eye piercing purple eyed young adult going home

the first session and mc took mr. arch rival to the newest cafe, her plan? take pictures and post..

not knowing her messages and every update was being read

the train was late and so was the supposed date, when he ran back to the restaurant

mc was playfully high-fiving that tall leader and smiling and -

the new leader who caught caleb's eyes and gave him a smirk but caleb had tunnel vision

and it could only see mc leaving a gulp

mc who hadn't seen him since his birthday was immediately taken aback by how big her gege had become, his arms, his face and his eyes...

glistened up with tears...caleb knew very accurately how to get his meimei back, and that involved running away, mc ran to catch him like a sheep caught in his thorns,

and when she finally managed to catch him, intimidation and falling tears, with cornering her against the wall

her gege falls to her nape, "is this all i have ever meant to you? did it take two days for you to move on from your gege? do you not want your gege to study? do you not"

raging tears and her gege's frame perched on her, how could she not forgive him?

"gege, i just missed you... i would never"

and caleb who's suddenly booping his little sister's nose and giving her a forehead kiss tells her to forget everything and go on a night walk with icecream treats like before

and just like that mc forgets everything and starts wishing to the stars, that gege always stays by her side :3

[calebslocketlicker]

making cookies with caleb gege and then he eats you out at the counter

[calebslocketlicker]

mc ready to videocall daa caleb wearing a lace bra which leaves everything visible to the viewer, heels on and mini skirt without her underwear

its her favourite pastime, she loves it when caleb takes a big gulp or when she intentionally keeps the camera at places he should see like what's inside the lace bra or skirt or her sweet voice which keeps asking gege to come back.

and caleb's hands which keeps stroking his cock up and down under the desk. her countless praises of you are the best, i wish you were here and i need you gege with her turning around the camera to focus on her figure sitting with a plushie

and caleb who responds with a soft smile and giggle, who can never let her know where his hands are. she sleeps with the camera on so gege can take care of her virtually.

what caleb doesn't know is the secret camera his baby sister installed to get a view of what he's doing under the desk. she smiles and sleeps and just naturally let her clothes slip for gege to be energized

[inabsolutions]

the virtue of patience.

ficlet request from twt: "caleb letting mc think she’s sneaking out in hs to go out with her friends but he’s following her and he waits for her to get herself into a dangerous situation so she learns her lesson and always rely on him"

cw: pseudocest, some scumbags trying to accost mc but of course caleb's there to threaten (and commit) bodily harm to them

Even when the men had cornered the three of you—you and the two friends that encouraged you to break curfew, the laws of your household that he’d set down for your safety—Caleb hadn’t done anything. He’d only stood there in the shadows, arms crossed. Blinked as you cleared your throat and tried to talk your way out of the situation with the two drunkards that decidedly do not want to just end the encounter with you leaving unscathed. 

It’s midnight, and the streetlights flicker ominously with the threat of a bulb about to blow out. Caleb listens as you blab about this and that, trying to distract the men so that your friends can leave unscathed. Your eyes meet theirs, and they bolt immediately, of course they do. They don’t love you as much as they loved themselves. Couldn’t shed the nasty human sense of self-preservation. 

So they left, and the drunkards took no notice. No, why would they chase after running prey? No point, especially when there’s such a still, silent doe in front of them. Quivering eyes, weak voice, “You better not come closer. I’m warning you.”

“How old are you again?” 

You inhale, that line of your mouth as stubborn as ever. 

“Twenty,” you lie. 

The two men laugh uproariously. “Twenty, she says,” one of the snickers as they swipe their fingers under your chin. “But from the looks of you, you don’t look a day past sixteen, sweetheart.” 

Oh, Caleb is going to break his fingers later. One by one, and savour how the bone will snap so easily under his Evol. 

“Please.” Your voice warbles. “I don’t have any money.” 

“We’ll be the judge of that,” one of them sneers, and just as he makes the first step toward you, you break.

Caleb has been patient this entire time. He’s always been good at it. Watching, waiting, for the right opportunity to present itself. And what he’s waiting for is nothing related to the men. He’s waiting for you—and it’s only when you’re sobbing, tears rolling down your cheeks, that he finally steps out of the shadows. 

“And what,” he says darkly, “do you think you’re doing?”

Your head whips toward him. He’s behind the men who are currently trying to trap you against the wall. Who knows what they’re planning, really, but it doesn’t matter. He isn’t speaking to them. He’s speaking to you.

Ah, he thinks, there it is. 

The look on your face goes beyond relief; it veers into the territory of worship, of utter need. “Caleb,” you say, and your eyes shine with tears. You wipe your nose on the back of your hand, and you sob, “Ge, help me. I know I’m in the wrong. I promise I won’t break the rules again, please.”

He wants your attention, your need, and now he has it. He’s heady with it. 

Which makes it all the more unfortunate for the other guys on the scene, because they won’t get away with just a broken finger. He has to make sure you realize, after all. That he’s the only who can protect you, the only one who won’t run. The only one strong enough for you to depend on.  

[calebslocketlicker]

hate how i have come to this point but after being busy 24x7 with assignments and academics and finally getting some time to relax, I don't know what to do. nothing catches my attention enough, i had enough sleep, its like i have no identity outside my degree. fuck everyone who's responsible for this

[calebslocketlicker]

irl after ruining my entire mood. sorry i didn't mean to ruin your mood. well love your realisation thank you please i understand you are going through tough times but don't just be a soiler for someone else?

[calebslocketlicker]

going to start treating this as my place to let out every feeling i have because why not

[gleafer]

After all that Angst, I need a “Kiss and make better” moment.

SMOOCH

[cosmotik]

They're grumpy :D

I really like how his face turned out, really proud of it :>

[brainwormcity]

All I'm saying is we've seen Crowley nearly cry over Aziraphale at least three times, on camera. And that's just in a 4 year span of time. I cannot be convinced that in 6,000 years of complicated feelings, pining, and obligatory angel vs demon bullshit that Crowley has never straight up cried over him.

[goosetooths]

have some mercy my dude

[procrastiel]

Things Neil Gaiman said about our ineffable husbands that make my heart skip a few beats:

- this is a love story

- they like holding hands

- they held hands in season 1 (he let us figure out that it was on the bus)

- it’s implied that Aziraphale stayed at Crowley’s apartment the night after the No-pocalypse

- this is a love story

- roughly 4 years passed between s1 and 2

- they will have a cottage in the South Downs at some point

- shoemaker-cum-obstetrician

- he called Michael and David ‘my boys’

[dubblebubbleibuprofen]

It’s God, isn’t it?

[queerfables]

My two cents on Aziraphale's "I forgive you" is that he was straightforwardly lashing out. He knows how little Crowley wants to be forgiven. He knows because Crowley just told him. Crowley rejects forgiveness so absolutely that he rejects Aziraphale right along with it. It's the whole fight in a microcosm: Aziraphale standing there offering forgiveness and Crowley saying, I don't want it.

So maybe the words are Aziraphale showing he finally understands Crowley. He knows now that "I forgive you" is the very worst thing he could say to Crowley. That's why he says it. That's how he means it.

[vittawithcaduceus]

I literally had to make a Tumblr account because good omens has just ruined me. I thought it would cleanse me after finishing Hannibal but no: now I'm in a worse state.

Kind of love this unbearable emotional pain ngl

[calebslocketlicker]

literally me

[dalooch]

started season 2 and Twitter says I should be scared 👀

[calebslocketlicker]

oh poor friend i am afraid for you

[toastyyrye]

I love Crowley because he's so aware of what Heaven, Hell, the world are really like, but he gently guides Azi through moral dilemmas and lets him find out harsh truths for himself, supporting along the way, but never forcing his opinions.

I love Crowley because he does little snort laughs and cheesy grins. He bounces around all silly-like, unabashedly himself. He has such an infectious smile.

Because his style is always changing, not because he wants to be with the latest fashion (he's always a bit behind) but because he loves exploring and experimenting with his looks.

Because despite millennia of being told he's evil, he's still a sweetie with a heart of gold.

Because he has a vast imagination and enormous will power. He's creative and adores human inventions, taking precious care of his Bentley for over 90 years.

Because he is so fiercely loyal and protective, not just of Azi, but of humans.

Because he's lived such a long, difficult life and he still finds so much joy in the every day, he's still an optimist.

Because he has endured immense abandonment and suffering, loss of identity, cruelty and fear - and despite it all, he's still kind.

Because he's immensely intelligent and wise and light-hearted and good.

Because even though he wouldn't believe it, he is so worthy of a happy ending.

There is such a special place in my heart for Crowley.

[calebslocketlicker]

love crying at 3am