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Name: Corben/Caspian
Age: 20
Pronouns: they/he
Current hyperfixations: My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Sk8 the infinity
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HOW ARE PEOPLE STILL FINDING MY OLD FICS AND LIKING THEM???? HELLO??? I donât like them much but they still bring some ppl joy so I refuse to delete them. I just donât have an updated masterlist. So. but Iâm still baffled when I see someone liking my fics from 2021 that I wrote when I was 15/16 đđđ
summary: while working on his car, coolant explodes(lol) onto caleb and you freak out, thinking he's hurt. after, you do his skincare
content: anxiety, panicking, comfort, suggestive at the end, i think thats it?
wc: 1,351
a/n: this whole thing was ib that picture of the squirrel in anguish thats fading away LMFAOAO i'll put a picture at the end. also coolant probably would burn you if it were to explode but hey guess what? not in this it doesn't!!
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the ceiling was spinning while low music played in the background of calebs garage. the popcorn ceiling went around and around, your head starting to get a bit fuzzy and your stomach dropping from going around too many times, but it was just so mesmerizing to watch it spin.
"if you keep that up that chair's gonna dump you on your ass and i'll be forced to kiss it better." calebs teasing voice pulled you out of your hypnotized state. "maybe even massage it." he added waggling his eyebrows.
your feet planted onto the ground, stopping the spinning chair in its tracks and causing your body to sway back and forth as it gets used to being stationary again, your head spinning now instead of the ceiling. vaguely, you can make out caleb working under the hood of his car, though he was spinning a bit in your vision.
caleb looked good as always, wearing a gray tank top and low waisted black sweatpants that showed off his sexy v line.
once you feel normal, you drag your eyes away from his waist, scoff, and reply. "we both know you'd kiss my ass regardless of it being bruised or not."
caleb shrugged and poked at something under the hood, his expression playful. "we'll see tonight, how about that?"
for 10 minutes you talk calebs ear off about everything under the sun, not even giving him a chance to pop in with a reply. the most he could do was throw in a few 'mhmm's and 'really?'s, which worked somewhat well for him since he was busy with his car.
caleb loved listening to you talk, your voice was a relaxer to his body, making his head swim and pulling him closer like a sirens song.
unfortunately for caleb, he let your passionate discussion of dinner plans distract him.
in the middle of you telling caleb exactly why you preferred one restaurant to another, he accidentally pulled a hose loose, coolant spraying all over his face, arms, and chest.
caleb jumped back from shock and fell onto the concrete garage floor, wiping at his face and cursing in frustration.
you, not knowing what had just exploded onto your boyfriend, naturally freaked out. you jumped out of the spinny chair which caused it to tip over and crash to the floor.
running to calebs side, you fall onto your knees beside him and shake his arm, fear crawling up your body and making you act on desperation.
what if it had been chemicals that exploded on him and he was burnt? what if he hit his head when he fell over and cracked his skull? what if he accidentally ingested some of the liquid- potentially chemicals?!
with shaking hands and breathing that was so fast it was approaching hyperventilating, you gently pried his hands away from his face. his beautiful face.. it looked perfectly fine, just a bit red, but maybe the burns came later?
he moved his legs from laying flat to being bent at the knee, groaning- he was even writhing in pain!
"caleb! caleb, oh my god, baby are you okay?!" you cried out, voice shaking and filled with despair. "talk to me please! do i need to call an ambulance?? oh, please be okay- i can't handle it of you aren't-"
your vision blurs with tears as you stare down at your boyfriend, expecting to find the worst.
caleb blinked up at you, purple eyes met yours and crinkled in confusion. his lips parted to speak, but you cut him off, voice high pitched and wobbly.
"can you hear me? can you even see me?did that burn your eyes and blind you?!" you cup his cheeks gently, tears slipping past your eyes and down your cheeks as you stare down at your wounded boyfriend. his lips pulled up in a grimace and you realized he really was in pain!
as you're fumbling for your phone to call an ambulance, caleb bursts into laughter.
you turn to stare at him in shock- he was actually laughing, belly laughing at that. caleb wiped the liquid off of his face with the bottom of his shirt and sat up, shaking the liquid out of his hair. now you could see that he hadn't been grimacing at all, it had been the start of a smile.
"hey, i'm fine-" caleb says around a laugh. "it was just room temperature coolant, not some flesh eating acid."
sniffling and pushing back to sit on the floor you stare at him with confusion that morphs into relief.
"i thought it burnt you, caleb! you need to be more careful." you shoved his shoulder lightly.
caleb chucked and smiled, gently wiping your tears away. he leaned back on his hands and tilted his head.
"well at least now i know that you're reliable if i ever need medical attention."
you flush and glare, embarrassed by your dramatic reaction. looking back it definitely had been over the top, but in your defense, you thought your boyfriend was injured!
you sniffled, more tears falling down your cheeks, your emotions still running high from panic.
calebs eyes soften and he realizes this isn't the time to joke around. you had been genuinely scared for him and from your perspective, he could see that his words probably seemed like they were meant to poke fun at you.
"hey. come here baby, i'm okay. i'm sorry i scared you." his voice was soft.
you scoot over to him and hug him, your cheek pressing against his damp shirt, the smell of coolant assaulting your nose.
caleb rubs your back and scratches your scalp. "thank you for being so worried about me even though i was okay. its the thought that counts."
"you're welcome." you mumble and let him hold you for a few minutes until you calm down.
once your heart rate is normal again and you're not shaking, you pull away from caleb and stand, pulling him up with you.
"come on, i'm giving you a facial. there's no way coolant is good for the skin."
dragging him into the house, caleb hums behind you as he lets himself be pulled along like an obedient puppy.
"oooh, a facial huh? i wonder what kind..." caleb trails off in a way that you know means he's smirking.
with a glance behind you- yep, he's smirking all right.
"you're a freak, caleb. i'm doing your skincare and that's it- you don't deserve the other kind of facial after all the stress you just put me through."
you lead him into his bathroom and begin digging through your drawer in his bathroom. despite only dating for 6 months, you'd already starting leaving things over at his house.
it started off with a toothbrush, hairbrush, and shower products. the necessary stuff. but then you started leaving clothes and skincare, which were necessary but less so than your toothbrush.
caleb had raised an eyebrow when you brought over your favorite house plant and a few trinkets- those were things you bring to make a space your own, not things out of necessity.
caleb didn't mind though. how could he? having your things in his space made his house feel more homey, more comforting, especially when you weren't around.
calebs face was covered in a face mask in no time, his body lathered up with coconut scented body butter, and his hair was pulled up into a tiny ponytail.
once you softly wiped the face mask off and put moisturizer on him, you look at him through the mirror.
"does your face feel cleaner?"
caleb nods and turns to you, peppering kisses all over your face and finally planting a big smooch onto your lips. "much cleaner. i've had enough of my car, lets go cuddle."
despite your protests in the beginning, once you two went to bed caleb managed to convince you to give him the other kind of facial. he had won you over by promising it would relieve the stress he had caused you earlier- and he made good on that promise.
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a/n pt.2: this was 'you' after seeing caleb on the floor with a mystery liquid on him LMFOAOA
Maybe it was your cycle, maybe it was your workload, or maybe it was something else entirely. But lately, you've been feeling more and more...useless? Or at least not as needed in a way.
Slaying wanders has always been a breeze but lately that's seemed like all your good for, just a machine with a sword. A hand to a weaponâwhich isn't inherently terrible. Maintaining safe environment's for the average person of Linkon is one of the perks of being a hunter.
However, lately the smiles and accolades haven't been enough to burn away the feeling of somewhat emptiness dwelling inside. And when you get homeâ god it's a whole new mental battle of self worth.
You love Sylus, that has always and will always be true, and you have no doubt in your mind that he loves you just as much if not even more!
And it comforts youâ his love and affection keeps you grounded 90% of the time.
His touch on your skin, the tenderness and genuine care in his words when you're visibly worn out, the look in his eye when he sees you in the early morningsâit's damn near otherworldly how pure it is. How honest and devoted he is to you.
But despite it all. Despite his blatant loveâlately, you've been questioning if you're deserving of that. Of him.
If what you areâwho you are was enough for him. If he was truly happy with just you.
â
When you got home tonight, he was already there, waiting for you like always. The lights were dim, and Sylus sat in his designated reading spot like normal. You almost didnât step inside right awayâyou actually almost turned back around just to avoid him seeing the obvious tired expression on your face.
But of course, Sylus noticed. He always notices.
The moment your boots hit the floor, his head lifted, and his gaze found you like it always doesâlike you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to. And it should have been comforting. It usually is. But lately, even that warmth has been brushing up against the hollow inside you.
Burning and partially killing you from the inside out.
"Sweetie? Is everything alright?" His voice alone pings your heartâ shit well now he's concernedâ putting on your best fake-'i'mtiredbutreallyhappytoseeyou' face you nod.
Sylus stayed quiet, crimson eyes trailing over you with that unnerving patience of his. As if he were cataloging every twitch, every shift in your posture, every false little smile you tried to hold up for him. The silence stretched, heavy enough to make your chest tighten.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, his voice cut through the air againâsoft, steady, but leaving no room for escape.
âCome here. Sit with me.â
Your gut twisted instantly, knotted so tight it almost hurt. The last thing you wanted was to be under that gaze any longer, not when you werenât sure if you could keep your mask from slipping. But you also knew there was no denying him. Not because he forced you, but because he asked like thatâgentle, coaxing, as if the weight of the world could fall away if you just moved closer.
So you did what you always do: you tried to act normal. A shrug, a small hum, as if this were just another night, another simple request. You crossed the room, each step careful, measured, almost deliberate. By the time you lowered yourself beside him on the plush couch, your heart was racing like youâd just come back from a hunt.
You kept your smile, even let out a tiny laugh like you were fine. Shifting your body slightly towards him, you look up at your lover with what you hope passes for ease. But Sylus isnât fooled. He never is.
Without a word, he reaches out and takes your hands into his, wrapping them gently but firmly, grounding you in that steady warmth only he's ever carried. His thumbs brush against your skin, deliberate and slow, like heâs trying to remind you heâs here.
âYou know you can tell me anything,â he murmurs, voice steady but soft, like heâs afraid to push too hard and make you retreat. "I'd never judge your or cast you aside for anything you want to need speak on, sweetie."
Fuck.
Your vision blurs immediately, every syllable pressing against the fragile dam youâve been building inside. Each word feels like a heavy waterfall, battering at the cracks, and your chest aches with the weight of it. You swallow, force yourself to keep your lips from trembling. âIâm fine,â you whisper, barely audible.
But your eyes betray you. Glassy, trembling, threatening to spill over.
Sylusâs expression shiftsâpain flickers across his face, the kind that makes your heart lurch. He leans in just slightly, holding your hands tighter, his voice breaking with quiet plea.
âI won't push you if you truly don't want to tell me, but if it's truly something that worries or bothers youâplease tell me.â
A moment passes between you two, where a decision was to be made.
You could either stifle it down again, go to sleep in silk pajama's that he bought wondering if you're worthy of wearing them. Or tell the man you loveâ who's literally begging you to tell him what's wrong, to tell him what's been eating you up inside for almost a week now.
You open your mouth to speak, but no sound comes out, the look in Sylus's eyes the final push your heart needed for you to break.
And with thatâthe dam shatters.
Tears spill fast and heavy before you can stop them, breaking his gaze as you try to speak but nothing but unintelligible soft murmurs fall past your lips. Though Sylus doesnât hesitateânot for a second. He draws you into his arms with a soft certainty that leaves no room for doubt. You tiredly collapse against his chest, clutching at his sweater as if you might unravel completely without something solid to hold onto.
Tears surely staining his expensive wool, but Sylus couldn't care less. He holds your shaking form with a soft stability, rubbing your back in circles and whispering sweet comforting words into your head.
Never rushing you, never demanding an explanation.
He justâ holds you, steady and unyielding. The pass of his hands a wordless reassurance. The smell of his cologne and his natural scent slowly but surely calming your sobs into trembling breaths.
After giving you a few moments, Sylus's voice comes again, low against your hair. âDid anyone hurt you?â You shake your head quickly, pressing your face harder against his chest, desperate to make him believe it.
With a sigh, he leans back just enough to see your face, his eyes soft and brimming with concern. His thumb wipes at the streaks on your cheek, gentle as ever, though his expression carries the weight of worry he canât disguise.
âOkay, then what is it, sweetie?â he asks, gaze searching yours, heavy with love but aching to understand.
You take a shaky breath, trying to piece words together even as your throat feels tight. âI justâŠâ your voice wavers, cracking under the weight of everything youâve been holding back. âIâve been feeling like Iâm not⊠needed. Not really. At work, there are hunters so much better than meâstronger, faster. And me? Itâs like Iâm justâŠâ You swallow hard, forcing the words out. âJust a hand to a sword. Thatâs all.â
Your gaze flickers down, afraid to meet his. âAnd then I have you. You always keep me grounded. You make me feel safe and loved and IâI do love that, I love you, butââ
The sentence fractures on your lips, breaking under the weight of your own doubt. Your eyes finally lift, meeting Sylusâs steady, unflinching gaze. The tears start building all over again, blurring him from view.
He squeezes your hands gently, that small gesture alone urging you on, telling you itâs safe to say the rest.
âAm IâŠâ Your voice barely scrapes past your lips, thin and trembling, a tear slipping down your cheek as your eyes search his with desperate uncertainty. âAm I really enough for you? Do you actually like being with meâlistening to me ramble, just⊠wasting time with me even when Iâm being ridiculous?â A weak, broken laugh escapes you, sharp with nerves and heavy with ache. âWhen Iâm not even being a hunter? When I'm justâme?â
The words fall heavy between you, tangled in tears that now roll freely down your face.
Sylusâs expression softens, though thereâs a certain seriousness in his gaze that makes your breath hitch. His hands tighten gently around yours, grounding you before he speaks.
âY/n,â his voice is quiet but steady, every word deliberate, âyouâve changed my life more than I think you realize. I could never see you as simply one thingâbecause doing so would be ignoring every other amazing factor about you. And I could never do that.â His thumb strokes lightly against your skin, his eyes locked onto yours with unwavering sincerity.
A shaky exhale leaves your lips as your heart melts, the softness of his words making you want to cry all over again. Your chest feels tight, like his love is too big to fit inside you, pressing against every hidden crack youâve tried to seal away.
Blinking back tears, you silently gaze at him as he continues.
âWhether that's in the morning for you, when you're tired and soft, I see the sweetest part of you. When youâre bold and sharp, I canât help but get enough of it,â he says sweetly, his voice warmer now, laced with something so genuine it makes your chest ache.
âYou asked me if youâre enough? If I truly like being with you?â Sylusâs tone dips softer, almost fragile in how carefully he speaks. One of his hands lifts, cupping your cheek with a gentleness that makes your breath catch. His thumb traces the faintest line along your skin, lingering as if to anchor you in place. Your instinctively nuzzle into the warmth, the sudden affection making your shoulders drop as Sylus exhaled slowly. Taking a moment to admire your softness before leaning in, just close enough for his breath to mingle with yours.
âYouâre more than enough. Youâve always been more than enough.â
Sylus's eyes search yours, unwavering, pulling you into the gravity of his sincerity. âBeing with youâitâs not just something I merely enjoy or like. Itâs what I look forward to. Itâs the peace I never thought Iâd have." He confesses, eyes low but filled with love as he spoke.
"Youâre the part of my day that makes almost anything bearable.â
The weight of his words sinks into you slowly, blooming warm and overwhelming in your chest. Your lips tremble into a soft smile as you tilt your head, resting your cheek against your palm. Big, glassy eyes lock on his, wide and reverent. âYou are too,â you murmur, the words fragile but certain.
Sylus leans forward without hesitation, pressing the gentlest kiss to your forehead. Your lashes flutter closed at the touch, your heart melting entirely at his quiet devotion. His breath brushes your skin as he whispers, âIâm honored to be your safe space.â
When he pulls back, you look up at him againâyour tears no longer heavy with ache, but light, happy, shimmering. The words slip out of you before you can stop them, whispered through the crack in your smile. âI love you.â
Sylusâs lips curve into the softest smile, his velvety voice low and steady as he leans closer. âI love you too, more than you'll ever imagine.â
With that you shift from where youâd been sitting at his side, turning toward him fully. The need to be closer overwhelms you, and before you can second-guess it, you move into his lap, straddling him so you can hold him tighter. Your arms wrap fiercely around his neck, your body pressing flush to his as though the distance of even a breath would be too much.
Burying your face against his chest, the words spill out again, muffled but raw: â'luv you so much, Sy.â
Sylus exhales softly with a hum, his own arms enveloping you with the same steadiness he always gives, his voice low against your hair. âI love you more.â Arms arms locked securely around you, holding you close as the world outside fades into silence. And in that stillness, itâs just the two of youâhearts pressed together, breathing in sync, the quiet moment stretching into forever.
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Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor
