RosaLuv

𝟏𝟎-𝟒 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐨𝐮𝐭🌸

[gideonsbestiefrfr]

Masterlist<3:

SMAU'S:

You ask what they have you saved as (Gone wrong?):

CALEB:

Orbit of devotion:

Why ride a horse when you can ride a cowboy:

I'll be your pa-pa-paparazzi:

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞: 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐁𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐱 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐌𝐂

SYLUS:

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

ZAYNE:

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

XAVIER:

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

RAFAYEL:

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

[okkotsuus]

Tag Game because I see none and I miss them...

Make yourself/oc in a fantasy au with this picrew! Tag 5 people :)

tagging: @wondeurland @haruriin @meristryker @vellichorira @lizbix + anyone that wants to join!!

[waitingonmyletter]

[🧸]: thank you for the tagg!!

i would love to have this dress irl...

np tags!: @livteracts @megumismyhusband @vmlnrzmp4 @mayyhaps @mifvyfilms + anyone who wants to join!

[vmlnrzmp4isdead-deactivated2026]

TYSM IRA!! so i made two 😗

not even trying to hide how much i love kaiser

tagging: @yumyumcherryy ;)

[yumyumcherryy]

BROOO MINES LWK BORING LMAOOOO

ALSO THANK YOU JIYAAAAA 💋

tags: @draculiette @starrydreamers304 @yujisdreamgirl @notes-diary101

[namimamia]

HAHA, BUT SHE KINDA 💪😼

I TRIED MY BEST LOL, THANKS CHERRY 😘🫵

Tagging:

@holynutpizza

@rosaheartzsae

@rinnierozyy

[rosaheartzsae]

SHE LOOKS KIND OF PLAINISH BUT I TRIED MY BEST! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ ՞𐦯

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG @notes-diary101 ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡

𝓣𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔:.

@boba-rama

@gideonsbestiefrfr

Anyone who wants to join!

[gideonsbestiefrfr]

I THINK SHE LOOKS RLLY PRETTY!

THANK U @rosaheartzsae FOR THE TAG (URS IS SO PRETTY)

Tagging:

@dollyswishingwell

@vxnillabxn

PLUS ANYONE WHO WANTS TO JOIN!

[gideonsbestiefrfr]

✦𝓞 𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝓓𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛✦

────୨ৎ────

╰┈➤𝓣𝑤: 𝑀𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦

𝓢𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐺𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒.. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒.. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑.. 𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦..

(𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑)

I’ve been working to the bone, ever since the explosion… and Caleb, I have been trying to get more work done and push down the immense emotional pain and trauma, my co-workers and my best friend Tara have been telling me to take a break, but… I just can’t, I don’t want to think about Caleb… I don’t want to think about the explosion, about Grandma, so I ignore all the pain I feel... try to numb it down, so I have nothing to feel about Caleb or Grandma, I have to be strong as they both say. I was working on some reports sent over by Jenna, I skimmed through them and typed them into the system, then all of a sudden Tara came right up to my desk, I bet she was going to ramble on about how I needed to go home and rest, not to overwork myself.

Chapter 1: I’m back… and I’m never leaving you again...

Then suddenly I got text, it was from Dr Zayne, he was reminding me about my appointment… shoot! I completely forgot, Tara was peeking over my shoulder and then quickly spoke up,

“You go (name), I’ll handle your shift.” She said calmly, I looked at her with uncertainty, but she looked at me with that certainty and I smiled gently, then hurriedly grabbed my bag and rushed over to Akso hospital. I saw Yvonne, and went over to the front desk, she smiled,

“Hello (name), Dr Zayne is currently quite busy, you may wait in his office if you’d like.” She said softly, she was as calm and reserved as the first time I’d met her, I nodded and went down the hall, there was Zayne’s office, I saw the waiting chairs and just took a seat, I knew when Yvonne says Zayne will be awhile… I know she means awhile. I was waiting patiently for him to come, I just jest my phone for a little while, then a little while turned into me falling into a deep slumber, and people who really knew me would know, I wasn’t going to wake up easily.

I finally stirred awake, but I notice I’m not in the waiting chairs, instead I’m in one of the unusually comfy seats in Zayne’s office, then my gaze soots up as I see Zayne right in front of me, he looked as serious and stressed as always, his eyebrows furrowed together, and he was pinching his nose bridge, Zayne sighed in frustration,

“(name), it’s time for your monthly check-up, yes?” He said trying to keep his composure, I nodded sitting up from the couch, he went over to his desk and grabbed his miniature heart monitors and his stethoscope, he gently put the miniature heart monitors on my chest, he also grabbed his fingertip oximeter and placed it on my index finger. Beep! Beep! Every 5 seconds that’s the sound we heard from the oximeter as it measures my heart rate and oxygen levels, the heart monitors measuring the aether core in my heart, and Zayne was using his stethoscope to listen for irregular patterns in my heart. Zayne breathed a sigh of relief as he heard nothing irregular, he checks the monitors to see nothing catastrophic happened with the aether core, and my heart rate and oxygen was normal, Zayne put his stoic façade back on, he removed the oximeter, and he removed the heart monitors,

“Everything is in order… I’ll have the medical reports printed and sent to you soon.” He said going around to his desk, he went back to checking over medical reports, but then suddenly he pauses, then looks over at me, I was just about to leave before I felt his gaze on me. He clears his throat, signalling me to go back over to him, I sat down in front of his desk and we held eye contact for a moment,

“The exhaustion in your face is very evident, you’re overworking yourself… and you should take a break and rest.” I looked at him and then he looked at me, he knew I wouldn’t follow doctor’s orders so he had a plan, I knew I could see it in his face, but then his eyes softened and he removed his silver rimmed glasses,

“(name), it’s not healthy what you’re doing… overworking yourself… and pushing your feelings away, you need to grieve you need to cry.” He said solemnly but with a hint concern, but I just sighed, turning my head away from him,

“Zayne… I can’t let emotions get in the way…” I said coldly, I was hunter… I had to be brave, I had to be strong and never show weakness, I just couldn’t… it was better that way, I couldn’t get distracted. But Zayne stood up, I noticed he had an envelope in his hand, he came around and handed it to me, then went over to the window, the one where it went from the ceiling to the floor, and looked out to the bustling city of Linkon, the lights illuminating.

He faced it looking at everything from above, it seemed to calm him, but then he suddenly looked over to me, he seemed to try to keep his stoic façade on but it was failing, the softness was peeking through his gaze,

“Josephine… told me to give it to you when it was the right time… I think now is the right time...” he said calmly, then he looked back to the view, it got me thinking a bit, the right time? What did he mean, ugh! This was confusing me, I stood up and took my leave, the envelope still in my hand, what was in here… and why was it so important.

╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

When she leaves

╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯

Zayne looked at the illuminating city again, a sigh leaving his lips, he was deep in thought, his office was quiet, so his thoughts could process, the silence mixed with the dim lights, then he came out of his thoughts and ran a hand through his jet-black hair. Then all of a sudden, he feels a striking pain in his forearm, he clutched his wrist in pain. His arm had icicles freezing up his arm, inflicting major pain, he grunted in pain.

୨୧“I have to keep this in check… or else it’ll spiral out of control.”୨୧

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I was making my way back to the hunter association until Tara texted, ‘Don’t worry I’ve got your shift girl, go get some rest!’, I sighed my eye was twitching, great… just great, I started to head back to my apartment, I dug through my bag for my keys, then I suddenly got a call, it was Jenna! I answered the call and then I heard Jenna’s voice, a mix of serious yet soft.

“(name), tomorrow I need you to come in for a de-brief meeting… we have new leads.” I of course immediately said yes, and said goodbye before rushing home, before I knew it, I was in front of my apartment door, I fished my keys out of my bag and then opened my door heading inside, put my bag down then flopped onto the couch. I turn over to my side and looked at the clock, 9:30pm already?! I must’ve been at the hospital a bit too long, grumble… I must be hungry, my stomach is making noises, I got off the couch and went over to the kitchen, and I took out some left-over lasagne from last night, I went over to the microwave and put it in there, then hit start.

As the microwave dish spins, I thought about what Zayne said… ‘Josephine told me to give this to you when it was the right time… I think now is the right time’ the right time? Why couldn’t she have done it, why couldn’t she have done it earlier? Then all this thinking about grandma, made me think of him… of Caleb, oh Gege… I miss you; I miss you a lot, it’s been 14 years without you, can you believe that. All of a sudden, tears started to pour down my face, I uncontrollably sob, I couldn’t stop, I missed him I missed him a lot, how much I missed him was unfathomable.

Ding!

The microwave, I wiped my tears away and went over to the microwave, I looked at my reflection in the glass window on the door of the microwave, my tear-stained face looking at me through the reflection, I opened the door and grabbed my lasagna, closed the door, and quickly went over to the couch. I needed to get my mind off of this… off of him, I started to shove lasagna down my mouth, then realized how hot it was, but I sucked it up and ate it all, I looked around my apartment to see if there was anything I could to distract myself, ugh! Nothing, this was frustrating but I kept eating the lasagne.

After all that I had finished the Lasagne, then I got changed into my pyjamas, then I flopped onto my bed, the exhaustion was kicking in again, my limbs were aching, I tried to toss and turn, but it ended up hurting more, in the end I ended up just falling asleep on my stomach. The dreams I’ve been having, they were terrible, over and over again I would have to watch, as the explosion replays, as I watch Caleb and Grandma die over and over again, and Caleb… his face haunting my dreams.

୨୧“Since you’re a grown up now… I won’t cover for you this time…”୨୧

I jolted up, cold sweat dripping from my forehead, I looked up to my ceiling taking a deep breath, again… the same dream again, that same line again, I was sick of it, I looked at the time, I guess it was time to get ready for work. I put my hunter’s uniform on, then grab my bag, I check the time, then started heading over to the hunter’s association.

I enter the building and went to elevator, and as I got off, I noticed the whole of UNICORNS heading to the de-brief area, so I picked up my pace hurriedly following them, I reached the be-brief area just in time, I squeezed through the crowd and made it up to the front, I saw Tara waiting for me so I went next to her. Jenna stood tall on the podium, there were whispers, and we were all confused, then… she began to talk, she talked about the recent Cascade District explosion, and people who were gravely injured, explosion… Caleb… it was triggering something, so I tried not to think about it, then all of a sudden Zayne texted me.

Dr Zayne: (name)

Dr Zayne: There’s someone I need you to investigate

Dr Zayne: I’m in Skyhaven at Willow medical centre.

The de-brief was over and Jenna wanted to speak with me, she came over to where I was standing, everyone had filed out of the de-brief area, I was confused but then I realized what she was here for.

“(name), I need you to go to Skyhaven… I need to do an investigation on the Farspace Fleet, but I really need you to infiltrate the Fleet’s aircraft HQ… can you do it?” She says seriously, I nod accepting the fate of what was going to happen, she then nodded and walked off, she explained how this was top secret so people in the association think I’ll be going on a vacation… and I understood completely. I went back to my desk, I placed my bag down beside me, I thought about my new mission, Skyhaven… it was just reminding me more of Caleb, the way he used to go there for the DAA, the way I’d miss him, the memories are coming back to me, slowly.

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Skyhaven, it was such a calm and docile place, at first… but due to the recent wanderer attacks, the place has become more panicked, less calm, but the Farspace Fleet manage to sweep everything under the rug, they made sure things in Skyhaven stayed in Skyhaven. I hopped off the train to Skyhaven and took a bus to the place I was staying at, and made myself comfortable, after all as soon as I infiltrate the Fleet’s HQ, and visit Zayne in Willow medical centre, I could use the rest of this vacation up… is what I thought.

Zayne told me to meet him tomorrow, and Jenna wanted me to infiltrate the Fleet as soon as possible… so, I might infiltrate the Fleet first, then visit Zayne to see what he wants me to investigate, or more who? But I would see tomorrow.

It was the morning, too early in the morning, I heard something… or someone creeping around my room, I got up, in my layered floral pyjama set with matching layered bottoms (the top and bottoms both had a little bow), I grabbed my gun, and crept down the hall… slowly, I hid behind the couch, and looked around at my surroundings, nothing… odd, I looked around the whole place, my guard was up, but there was nothing, I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to bed. As I went back, my guard was still up, but I heard it again, but this I just ignore it, I was probably delusional and losing my mind from the lack of sleep I’ve had, so I went back to bed… it was going to be a big day tomorrow.

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Now I find myself wandering the halls of the Fleet’s HQ, I was following a squadron that was heading off to investigate some wild and hazardous metaflux outburst, we had made it outside, but instead of doing what I was meant to, I was searching around for any suspicious behaviour, but then I was caught by the squadron leader.

“Oi rookie! Get to work, we need to get this investigation over with, the Colonel will be coming back from the Deepspace tunnel.” He said sternly, I nodded and pretended to get back to work, then all of a sudden, the squadron leader got a call from his comms, and then his attitude changed up fast. He looked to us panic all over his face, the whole squadron was looking at him, then at each other whispering, then he turned to us.

“The Colonel and his squadron are back from the Deepspace tunnel early, we have to go greet him so hurry up and let’s get going!” He yelled, we could all sense the tremble in his voice, we all dropped what we were doing, and followed him, we jogged through the HQ and went up, and then we made it to the landing pad. We all stood at attention, and watched as the giant aircraft carefully landed on the landing pad, a big woosh of wind went past up, but then the ramp was set up, the doors opened, and then the squadron came out of the aircraft marching out and walking past us… then someone else came down the ramp, I couldn’t see his face properly because of his sunglasses, but I didn’t expect who was behind those sunglasses.

Soldiers saluted the man, this must be the infamous Colonel, but then he removed his sunglasses, no… it couldn’t be, he was dead, my Caleb was dead… and the man standing before me was the spitting image… it was because, this man was Caleb. I supressed tears, I couldn’t blow my cover, but I looked up at the man… the man who used to be my kind older brother, my Gege… I missed him, but I had to keep a stoic face.

Then he turned to all the soldiers, he seemed to be examining us, it was almost robotic, but then he looked at straight at me, only for a few seconds, then he turned away because a Lieutenant was speaking to him. I let it all drone out, all the voices were gone from my mind, the only thing I saw, was the man in front of me, Caleb was back.

Then all of a sudden, Caleb turned around at lightning speed, and stared directly at one soldier, I noticed gravity particles swerving around the soldier’s legs and limbs, there was no light in Caleb’s eyes, just dead, and emptiness, then he began to speak.

“We have a traitor among us… and I have just found them.” He said coldly, his sharp gaze falling upon the soldier, that was now brought to his knees because of Caleb’s gravity, then Caleb applied pressure, and then I heard the soldiers pained breathing,

“You… you’re just his lapdog just a puppet, you are nothing without him, you’d be dead! (cough).” The soldier said in painful grunts, Caleb’s eyes darkened, and Caleb applied much pressure, the soldiers’ bones were being painfully crushed, along with his organs, I knew what Caleb was doing… he was going to kill the man.

“You can finally go see your wife now… you're dismissed.”

And just like that, he killed a man, Caleb… the man I had grew up with all my life, had just took another’s life, and it appalled me, I was thinking where’d my Caleb go, then all of a sudden, I felt a pull of gravity on my body and realized Caleb was looking right at me, with those cold unforgiving eyes.

“And you… you will be detained, you infiltrated the Fleet, that is grounds for punishment… but I will personally interrogate you.”

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I was sat in a chair, in this cold room inside the HQ, then I saw Caleb, walk through the door, he pressed a button, and then all of a sudden, restraints closed around my wrists and ankles, I struggled, but he only came closer, he brought a neck piece to my neck and closed it around my neck.

“It’s a mood tracker… all you have to do is answer questions, that is all” he said cooly, he came close to take any lingering jewellery, I struggled forward and he moved back,

“Is that really you Cale-!” I was quickly cut off by Caleb, his words sharp and cold,

“Show some respect to the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel!” He said sharply, and then sat in front of me, this pointer in his hand, and he began to ask questions, the last thing he said to me being, ‘There are more than 1 pair of eyes observing the room’ and I looked around, and as I expected there were camera’s. Then before I knew it, the interrogation was over, and the dim lights turned bright, and he stood up,

“Hey Pip-squeak, did ya miss me?” He said playfully, the only thing that left my mouth were sobs, tears pouring down my cheeks, and then his playful demeanour immediately faltered, he came to my side.

“Did I scare you… I’m sorry pip-squeak… I promise I’ll never leave you again…” And he brought me into a tight and warm hug, it was like we hadn’t hugged in forever, he pressed a featherlight kiss to my forehead.

୨୧“I’m back… and I’m never leaving you again...”୨୧

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(A/n: I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN MONTHS SO THIS WHOLE THING WAS A LOT I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY)

[gideonsbestiefrfr]

MY HUSBAND CAME HOMEEEEEE

[gideonsbestiefrfr]

You ask what they have you saved as (Gone wrong?):

This is different from I usually write, I just wanted a little break from writing idol MC and Caleb, so I'm starting to do SMAU's hope that's okayy 😊

TW: Suggestive everything

Xavier:

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Zayne:

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Rafayel:

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

Sylus:

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

Caleb:

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(A/N) YAYAYYAY DONEEE I HOPE U LIKE IT GANG ^^

[gideonsbestiefrfr]

Why ride a horse when you can ride a cowboy:

Tw: All I can say is it isn't going to be a yandere Caleb fic, but its gonna be more smutty 😏 p.s: MDNI

Summary: You're at ranch style bar with some friends, you weren't expecting to ride anything today!

I wasn't expecting anything that happened today to happen today, but I'll start from the beginning, my friends and I got invited to this bar party for my friend's birthday, we were just having fun and celebrating, then that's when our eyes locked onto each other. He was the son of the owner of this bar, but the guy was decked out in full cowboy uniform, his name was Caleb as I overheard, but I didn't pay much attention to him... yet but what I didn't was that this guy had been eyeing me the whole time.

As my friends and I had more to drink, the alcohol started to take a toll, so I just went outside to get some fresh air, I sat alone on the porch a cup of ice-cold water in my hands, I was starting to sober up and it was all okay! the breeze was getting nice, then suddenly I heard the hiss of the door opening, I generally thought it was one of my friends, then I looked back. It was him, Caleb... he came over and sat next to me, it was awkward for a little while, before he finally spoke,

"So pretty girl~ watcha doing out here y'know it's cold at night at this time of the month?" He said calmly, I looked over at him and just smiled,

"Eh... I'm not bothered, anyway... what are you doing out here?"

"Nu-uh honey, you have to answer first, I asked you first" he said teasingly, but I just sighed,

"Okay... fine... I just wanted to get away from the crowd and try to sober up, so I don't have a massive hangover tomorrow" I said sighing with every waking word, Caleb just chuckled and grinned at me with that boyish grin, and it made my heart flutter a bit, okay what the heck was going on! I just met this man, not even an hour ago you can't fall in love with a stranger.

Then I realized that he had taken off his cowboy hat and gently placed it on my head, I was confused... but rather than explain he just winked at me and walked off, I tried to ignore what just happened, but it was hard to when all I could see in my mind was his stupidly handsome face. I looked at my glass of water, then suddenly I sculled the whole thing and went back inside, I went back over to my friend group, but their faces were a mixture of drunk, and shocked.

"Okay girl... WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THE HAT??" my friend Tara yelled, it made my cheeks heat up, but I pushed my feelings to the side, but then I saw all the eyes watching me, so I took a deep breath,

"I-I got it from Caleb, you know the owner's son?" I said nervously, but then they all squealed in glee, I was even more confused now and tried to ask about it, then they all looked at me like I was stupid,

"The hat rule dumbass! when a cowboy gives, ya his hat, that means he really likes you, and well let's just say you're gonna get lucky tonight..." as Jenna said that my face went bright red, did I have to have sex WITH A GUY I JUST MET??, I was totally weirded out, but I was also finding this totally hot... because he was quite attractive.

I was sat at a barstool just staring at the guy for a few minutes, until he spots me staring, I panic and turn away, but he just chuckles and starts heading my way, I tried to walk outside but he grabs my arm,

"Where do ya think you're going honey?" He said his voice and accent dripping off his tongue, I was blushing so hard I wasn't even sure what to say, but then I felt him gently dragging me outside, I was confused at first until we reached the stables. He guides me over to the front of the stable door, and I looked up at him, he was smiling,

"Have ya ever rode a horse pretty girl?" He said calmly, his voice echoed in my head, I gently shook my head and that caused his boyish grin to widen,

"Well honey I'll teach ya how, it's easy!" He says excitedly before dragging me into the stables, he said something like he wasn't bothered to put a saddle or reins on the horse, we'd just go bare-back, and I was really scared. He chuckled and assured me there was nothing to worry about, but I just wouldn't do it, then suddenly I felt 2 large hands grasp my hips, and slowly lift me up, I began to panic, and then Caleb tried to reassure me.

"Pretty girl, one leg on each side it's easy trust me." I took a deep breath and put one leg over the horse and sat down, I was visibly trembling, but it was worth it, the beauty up here was great. After Caleb telling me a thousand times that'd be okay to ride bare-back, and me just being too scared to take that step, Caleb finally relented and let me hop off, he had his arms out and ready, I jump into them, then suddenly Caleb stumbled back into a pile of hay, I was on top of Caleb, and my face was bright red.

Caleb gently leaned forward, his lips hovering over mine, he was waiting though... waiting for permission, so I gently nodded, and he went in for the kiss, it was slow and gentle more loving, then it quickly turned hungry and desperate, with Caleb's tongue shoving into my mouth, it was getting more heated by the second. I was starting to feel an uncomfortable heat between my thighs, which made me press them together, and I felt someone's little friend pop up which made me turn even more red, he chuckled as he kissed down my neck.

"Tell me ya want it pretty girl... please if ya don't, I'll back off" he said breathlessly, I couldn't reply... one I didn't what to say and two because I wanted it... really badly, he smirked and took as a sign, he gently unbuttoned my jeans, and slipped them off, then he saw the giant wet spot in my panties and chuckled,

"Already so wet f'me honey" He croaked, his voice became more raspier by the second, he gently slipped my panties off, then he started to unfasten his belt, unzip his jeans and take it all off, and good googly moogly that thing was big... I mean it. Anyway, he grabbed ahold of my hips again, this time he lifted me up over his cock, he looked up at me,

"Honey, remember one leg over... can ya do that f'me?" He said his words slurring, I nodded put one leg over, and he gently lowered me onto his hard cock, I started to roll my hips and began to bounce. All I hear from him are incoherent groans and grunt, moans slip from my mouth, at this point I was already mushy in the brain, he chuckled breathlessly,

"I'm almost there pretty girl..." He said his voice continuing to rasp, I nodded and then the next minute I knew his cum was already coating my walls, he gently pulled out and I rolled over to my side, I couldn't believe what I had just done. While I was overthinking, I didn't notice Caleb taking off his jacket and covering me with it, I then looked over at him, he flashed me his boyish grin,

"Now ya know how to ride 2 things honey~"

(A/N) YAYYYAYA I'M FINALLY DONE MOTIVATION HIT ME TODAY, ANYWAY YEEHAWWWWWWWW AND I LOVES Y'ALL

[gideonsbestiefrfr]

pookie hear me out what if it’s like idol mc and bf caleb and mc’s agency pushes her to be the perfect idol, always smiling, always flawless, all that and Caleb sees the toll it takes and grows obsessed with protecting her from the pressures. He starts isolating her from the outside world, convincing mc it’s “for her health.” wink wink

OMGGG DOLLY HUN YOUR A GENIUSSS I LOVE YOUUUUU AND YESS AFTER I FINISH THE COWBOY FIC I'LL DO THISSS 😊

[gideonsbestiefrfr]

Been kinda thinking about cowboy Caleb, I see only crumbs and I need more 🙏 (Making a fic soon)

[dollyswishingwell]

ooh, i must ask: for mama's princess series, since we missed mother's day, can we see our princess calling a truce with dad to do something special to celebrate the day?

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Mama’s Princess P.20

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff as always who do you think i am :p

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Mother’s day

Masterlist

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You wake to the sound of hushed whispers and the scent of something suspiciously sweet and burnt.

Rafayel never wakes up before you, he always clings to you like a koala, groaning dramatically if you even shift the blanket. So to wake alone, in the soft gold light of morning, feels eerie… and then sweet.

Because just as you sit up in bed, the door creaks open and in waddles your little girl, chubby cheeks, lilac waves, and glimmering pink-blue eyes identical to her daddy’s, though somehow ten times more dramatic. She’s wearing a frilly pink apron over her pajamas, little glittery wings Velcroed to her back, and she’s holding a handmade glitter card with messy crayon scribbles that spell:

“Happy Mothers Day to Mommy”

Behind her is Rafayel, wearing one of your pastel kitchen aprons over his bare chest and silk pajama pants, balancing a tray of what might be pancakes (they’re definitely heart-shaped, but also kind of charred at the edges). There’s whipped cream everywhere, strawberries piled dangerously high, and beside it: a steaming cup of your favorite morning tea, made exactly the way you like it.

“Ta-da~” Rafayel sings as your daughter clambers up onto the bed. “Your adoring fans have arrived with tribute.”

Your baby girl plops the card into your lap like it’s priceless treasure, puffing her cheeks with pride. “I helped Daddy. I picked da plate. I told him no bugs. He wanted to put bugs.”

You blink. “Bugs?”

Rafayel looks sheepish, smiling like he got caught. “Edible flower petals, technically. She staged a full rebellion.”

“Bugs, mommy,” she insists seriously. “I said, ‘no bugs for Mommy’s Day.’”

You laugh, cradling her to your chest and pressing a kiss to her hair. “My hero.”

Rafayel sets the tray across your lap like it’s an offering to royalty and kisses your forehead softly, then your cheek, then your temple. “She called a temporary truce. One day ceasefire. In honor of the woman we both worship.”

“I picked all your presents too!” your daughter chirps, squirming excitedly as she tugs open a gift bag beside the bed. It’s bursting with pink tissue paper and sparkly ribbon. “Look! Look!! Daddy paid, but I picked!”

Inside is a set of ridiculously expensive silk robes in your favorite colors, a sparkling new tiara comb for your hair, perfume from a brand you love, and… a new pearl-studded phone case with a baby pink strap. “So you don’t drop your phone, Mommy. You always drop it. But now you can hold my hand and your phone.”

Rafayel’s arm wraps around your back lazily as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “We had to test every perfume in the boutique. She made the poor clerk spritz every single one. Twice.”

“I made her pick this one,” your daughter says proudly, pulling the bottle out. “Because it smells like you. And if you smell like you, then everyone will know you’re my mommy.”

You’re full-on crying now, laughing through tears as you pull both of them close.

Rafayel kisses the corner of your eye, licking away a tear like a cat. “Mmm. Salty and sentimental. How very you, my love.”

And then your daughter hugs your waist so tight you can barely breathe, cheek squished against your stomach.

“Happy Mommy’s Day. You’re the best mommy in the world.”

⸻

Rafayel stays pressed against you all morning, feeding you bites of over-syruped pancake and letting your daughter crawl all over him like a jungle gym. The two of them bicker sweetly, fight over who loves you more, and keep presenting you with new little gifts every hour like it’s your birthday.

And when your daughter finally falls asleep in your arms after an afternoon bubble bath and storytime, Rafayel just gazes at you over her sleeping body like he’s never seen something so perfect.

“My girls,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You are… everything. You gave me a family. And a reason to be good.”

Then, after a beat: “Let’s make another one.”

“Raf.”

“…Just putting it out there.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

You wake up to a warm, unfamiliar silence.

Zayne is always an early riser, his internal clock permanently tuned to hospital rounds and 4:30 a.m. jogs. But today, the bed is cold beside you, and the air smells like… vanilla? Maybe lavender?

Your first instinct is to sit up and call for him, but then—

The door creaks open gently.

Your baby girl tiptoes in, wearing her softest onesie and a messy purple bow clipped to the side of her head. Her big hazel-green eyes, Zayne’s eyes, down to the exact flecks, go wide when she sees you stirring.

She gasps. “No, no! Daddy said you hafta be asleeep!”

Behind her, Zayne appears, perfectly composed but with the tiniest crinkle at the corner of his eyes. His sleeves are rolled, his shirt apron-tucked, and he’s balancing a tray with more grace than most chefs. Heart-shaped toast, scrambled eggs with a sprinkle of herbs, a smoothie in a pink glass, and a porcelain teacup of your favorite brew.

He walks over, presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and gently adjusts the pillows behind you. “Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart.”

“HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!” your daughter yells suddenly, then claps both hands over her mouth and whispers, “I mean… surprise.”

Zayne chuckles softly and crouches beside her. “She helped. She was very firm about pink glitter and heart-shaped everything. I… did my best.”

“I picked the spoon!” she announces, holding it up proudly. It’s your heart-handled silver one from your wedding gift set. “’Cause it’s the princess one. Mommy’s a princess.”

You cup her chubby cheeks and kiss her over and over while she giggles wildly, and Zayne quietly sets the tray over your lap.

“I know you always say not to spoil breakfast,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back. “But I figured we could make an exception today. You’ve earned it, darling.”

You blink down at the breakfast, and beside the plate, there’s a tiny stack of wrapped boxes, all in pastel wrapping. “What’s all this?”

“I helped pick everything!” your daughter exclaims, trying to climb into the bed (Zayne catches her mid-stumble, as always). “We went shopping in Daddy’s car! And I said no to boring things. Only sparkly and soft things for Mommy.”

Zayne watches her with warm amusement. “She was very strict with the staff. Refused anything less than ‘maximum mommy-level cute.’”

Inside the gifts:

— A designer cashmere robe in your favorite color

— A limited edition necklace that matches the one Zayne gave you on your wedding night

— A matching mother-daughter silk sleepwear set, already monogrammed

— And a new luxury stroller in pink and cream for your “princess walks,” hand-picked by your daughter “because Mommy’s legs get tired!” so it has the smoothest and high tech mechanisms.

You’re overwhelmed. All of it’s perfect. And then Zayne leans in, voice low and warm:

“She called a truce with me today. Said… ‘I still like Mommy best, but Daddy can help me do nice stuff if he behaves.’”

You’re full-on laughing, hiding your smile in your hands as your daughter beams proudly.

“I got Daddy a present too,” she whispers. “I let him cuddle Mommy this morning. Only a little.”

Zayne’s hand finds yours under the covers. “Best gift I could’ve asked for.”

⸻

Later, while your daughter takes her afternoon nap, Zayne runs you a bath in your favorite scent and sits on the side of the tub, hand trailing through the water, just admiring you with that quiet, unreadable expression he only ever shows when it’s just the two of you.

“You gave her the best parts of you,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss to your temple. “You made this house a home. You made me a home.”

Then, with a soft smirk, he adds, “I bought you a little something i’m allowed to give you in front of her.”

“…Zayne.”

“I’ll show you tonight. After bedtime. Happy Mother’s Day, darling.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You’re still half-asleep when you feel it: the softest flutter of kisses along your hairline and the weight of someone gently tucking the blanket up to your chin.

Then, in a whisper:

“Starlight. Don’t wake up yet.”

…That’s Xavier’s voice. Gentle, airy, careful. Which is weird, because he’s normally the one buried under the blanket at this hour, clinging to you like a sleepy barnacle.

You peek an eye open anyway, and catch the faintest glimpse of your silver-haired husband in a black apron, slipping away from your bedside like a phantom. He’s holding something… pink?

A few minutes later, the door opens again. And this time, it’s your daughter who charges in. She has the same silver hair and starbright blue eyes as her daddy, but the pouty face she’s making is pure toddler drama.

“Mommyyyyyyyy! Happy Mommy’s Day!” she shrieks, launching herself into the bed and tackling your face with kisses. “Daddy said no waking you but I couldn’t wait!!”

Xavier trails in behind her, calm as ever, holding a tray with delicate breakfast items, fluffy vanilla pancakes shaped like bunnies (a joint idea, clearly), strawberries with powdered sugar, and your favorite galaxy-milk tea, all plated on your special porcelain. There’s even a pink rose in a tiny vase.

“She did most of it,” Xavier murmurs, setting the tray down. “I just supervised. She has… strong opinions.”

“I told him: no weird boy food,” your daughter adds proudly, nestled against your chest like a stuffed animal. “Only soft food. And sparkly tea. ‘Cause you’re a pretty mommy. Like the moon princess.”

Xavier doesn’t even blink at that. He just sits beside you on the bed, brushing a hand over your hair as you try not to cry.

“She also banned me from tasting anything first,” he adds. “Said it had to be perfect for you. I burned my tongue trying to sneak a bite.”

“Serves you right,” your daughter mutters, snuggling deeper into your robe. “You always hog Mommy.”

You glance at Xavier.

He doesn’t argue.

Instead, he lifts her up, kisses her head once, then gently helps you sit up and sets the tray across your lap. “She also insisted on gifts. Seven of them.”

Seven?

Your daughter wriggles in excitement and starts pulling out little gift bags from the foot of the bed, each stuffed with pastel tissue paper and tiny tags that say things like “Mommy’s Sparkle Cream” and “Wear This and Be Cute!”

Inside:

— A star-shaped jewelry box with your initials etched into the lid

— A delicate locket with a holographic photo of your little family

— A jar of shimmer lotion that smells like sugared moonflower

— A charm bracelet full of baby-themed charms and one tiny silver bunny

— And three hand-drawn “coupons” for cuddles, bedtime stories, and “no Daddy zone for 1 hour” privileges.

“She picked everything,” Xavier says softly. “I paid. She chose.”

“i said yes to the bunny bracelet!” your daughter blurts. “Even though Daddy said it was ‘excessive sparkle.’ But you love sparkle. So I win.”

You burst out laughing, teary-eyed and overwhelmed. “You both win.”

⸻

After breakfast, Xavier wordlessly slips into bed beside you, letting your daughter curl up in your lap while he strokes your hair, quietly watching over the both of you like some peaceful shadow.

When she finally dozes off between the two of you, Xavier turns to you, brushing his nose against yours. “I don’t… always know how to express it. But watching her love you the way she does… I understand it. Completely.”

You smile softly. “Even when she declares war on you daily?”

“Especially then,” he whispers. “She loves you enough to fight gods. I’d do the same.”

Then, with a sly glint in his usually-neutral eyes:

“There’s one more gift. But it’s hidden. You’ll have to find it tonight. Clue: it’s not safe for little ears.”

“Xavier—!”

“Happy Mother’s Day, starlight.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

You don’t even get to open your eyes before a high-pitched voice rings out in your room:

“Mommyyyy! Wake uuuuuup! We made PRESENTS!!”

Your baby girl climbs straight onto your chest like you’re a throne, frilly black tutu bouncing, silver hair fluffed from sleep and two tiny space buns lopsided. Her red eyes are wide and wild with excitement, exactly like Sylus’s, but every word out of her mouth is in total defense of you.

“She was supposed to wait,” comes Sylus’s smooth voice from the doorway, amused but not surprised.

He enters in dark silk loungewear, looking unfairly well-put-together for someone who was up at 5 a.m. baking under toddler instruction. The black breakfast tray he’s carrying looks more like a business presentation than a meal, gold-accented plates, perfectly folded napkins, and a velvet box resting beside a crystal teacup.

“I told her we’d wait until you were awake, dressed, and seated in the parlor. She threatened to scream until the window glass cracked.”

“I did scream a little,” your daughter says proudly. “’Cause it’s Mother’s Day, and Mommy gets kisses first thing.”

Sylus sighs like this is all terribly inconvenient, but he’s already placing the tray across your lap, smoothing your hair gently, and kissing your temple with almost reverent care.

“She bullied the staff. I just wrote the checks,” he murmurs.

Your daughter throws her arms out dramatically. “I picked all the gifts! Daddy didn’t even know what lotion you use! I told him ‘no boring old lady stuff.’ Only sparkle and mommy things.”

You’re laughing before you even see what’s inside the bags, she’s already throwing them at you, glitter tissue paper flying, and Sylus is seated at the foot of the bed now, leaning lazily against the frame with that signature smirk he only wears when he’s secretly too proud to speak.

Inside:

— A limited-run lace and velvet designer robe in your signature shade, tailored to your size

— A pink-and-black custom skincare vault (“because Mommy always does her creams and Daddy steals them,” per your daughter)

— A luxury perfume, custom-made, named “Beloved” in sleek crimson font

— A handmade card with scribbled drawings of the three of you, where your daughter labeled herself as “Mommy’s Forever Baby” and Daddy as “Mommy’s Servant”

— And the velvet box: a blood-red diamond pendant in the shape of a crown.

“She demanded something sparkly enough to reflect through an asteroid storm,” Sylus drawls. “I complied.”

“She said she’s gonna grow up to be a queen like Mommy,” Sylus adds after a beat, watching you cradle your daughter against your chest. “Told me she’s going to steal your tiaras and make her own kingdom where I’m not allowed unless I bring snacks.”

“You can visit my kingdom,” your daughter mutters, falling asleep mid-snuggle. “But only if you’re nice to Mommy.”

⸻

After she’s tucked into her nap nest (with your pillow, of course), Sylus returns to you in the bath he had drawn, scented in your favorite oils, flower petals floating on the surface.

He kneels beside the tub, rolling his sleeves as he gently washes your back, his voice low:

“You gave me something I thought I’d never have,” he murmurs. “A home. A bloodline I’d protect with fire. A queen… and a little heir with your softness.”

Then, teasing, “Of course, she already thinks I’m a tyrant.”

“Because you don’t share me.”

“I’m not supposed to.” His smirk is lazy. Possessive. “But I did today. She wanted you first, so I let her win.”

He leans in close, his breath against your throat.

“Tonight, though, I’m taking what’s mine.”

“Sylus—”

“Happy Mother’s Day, kitty.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

You wake up tucked into a mountain of blankets, sunlight softly warming the glass walls of your Skyhaven penthouse. The bed feels… emptier than usual.

Caleb is always the one holding you too tight to move, sleeping with a protective arm around your waist like you might disappear if he let go. But this morning, he’s not in bed.

Before you can even call his name—

The door swings open.

Your baby girl marches in first, wearing a custom purple dress with glitter tulle and a pink crown on her head, dragging a giant stuffed bear nearly her size. “Happy Mother’s Daaay!” she screams with all the might of a toddler who has no volume control. “Wake up, Mommy!! Me an’ Daddy made magic stuff!”

And right behind her…

Caleb steps in, six-foot-two and soft-eyed in his black and orange Farspace cadet shirt and sweatpants, holding a tray with a fluffy pink breakfast: heart-shaped waffles, vanilla whipped cream, strawberries cut into roses, and a mug that says “#1 Mommy (Certified by Baby + Daddy)” on it.

He walks over, eyes gentle, and kneels at your bedside to press a kiss to your head. “Morning, baby. We didn’t want to wake you, but someone was seconds from storming the kitchen with a spoon.”

“She said you needed sparkles,” he adds, nodding toward your daughter, who has now launched herself into your arms and shoved a glitter-glued card against your face. “And that the waffles had to look like hugs.”

You look down at the tray and nearly melt, every corner is adorned with pink edible flowers, your favorite fruit, and a tiny folded napkin with your initials embroidered into it. There’s even a crown-shaped butter pat.

“I picked it all,” your daughter says proudly, nuzzling into your chest. “Even the flowers. And the jam. And I told Daddy to stop being grumpy.”

“She bossed the bakery staff and the florists,” Caleb admits, finally sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing your leg as he watches you with that calm, adoring look he only uses for you. “All I did was carry the bags.”

“She said—” he leans in with a little smirk, whispering in your ear, “‘Mommy’s a real princess and needs princess food. Daddy eats rocks. Mommy gets jam.’”

“She’s not wrong,” you tease.

“I don’t need jam,” Caleb murmurs, brushing your hair back. “I’ve got my sugar right here.”

Then your daughter squeals, “Open your presentsss!”

There are three pink boxes at the foot of the bed, already half-untied by her eager hands. Caleb sighs like he tried to stop her from unwrapping them early, but you can see he’s indulging her just like he does you.

Inside:

— A new velvet robe in your favorite shade, embroidered with “Pips” on the collar

— A necklace with a heart-shaped locket, one side engraved with a baby photo of your daughter, the other with one of you and Caleb from your wedding day

— And a tiny silver ring engraved with the words “my baby.”

“Picked that one just from me,” Caleb murmurs, taking your hand and sliding it onto your finger. “You’re her mommy… but you were my baby first.”

You tear up immediately, and your daughter gasps, horrified. “Mommy’s crying?? Daddy! You made her cry!”

“She’s happy, pipsqueak,” Caleb says, pulling both of you into his arms. “She just loves us.”

⸻

After breakfast, Caleb sets up a little spa in your sunroom, pink face masks, foot rubs, rose tea, and your daughter dancing around in a tutu putting stickers on your cheeks. He sits on the floor, quietly filing your nails while your daughter sings off-key.

“She’s already planning next year,” Caleb murmurs. “Said she’s gonna get you a spaceship made of glitter and diamonds.”

“Oh?”

He kisses your hand.

“She won’t need to. I already bought the star system.”

He’s joking. (Maybe.) But the look in his eyes? Pure worship.

Later that night, when your daughter is asleep beside her mountain of stuffed toys, Caleb pulls you into his lap in the kitchen and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“You gave me the only family I’ve ever wanted,” he whispers. “I’d give you the universe ten times over if I could.”

Then, with a smirk, “And if you want another baby next year, just say the word.”

“Caleb—”

“I’m serious.” He wraps his arms around your waist tighter. “There’s room on the other arm.”

@gideonsbestiefrfr this one’s for you pookie

[gideonsbestiefrfr]

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[gideonsbestiefrfr]

I'll be your pa-pa-paparazzi:

Tw: Obsessive behaviors, stalking, kidnapping, Caleb probably lowkey being a creep, mentions of murder, isolation, unconsented photography, breaking and entering, somnophilia.

Summary: Your biggest fan he says he is, but you didn't know how big of a fan he was...

It was the same routine each day, wake up, eat (but not too much), then to get ready for the day, to getting our makeup done to picking out the outfit I have to wear, then I usually have an interview or a photoshoot to get to. Then it's the afternoon and I have to have my lunch; it's often a to-go order but I don't mind sitting in a secluded area eating my food, after lunch my group and I go for our vocal training, then after that is dance practice but we usually fly through it, after that I usually try to think of new choreography for new music videos.

The evening rolls around then I have to post on every single social media platform just so my fans know I'm alive, sometimes I have to go out and do a fan sign but that's only a few times a month, also in this time I usually spend time reviewing choreography, and meeting with my manager to discuss when our next shows are. Now it's evening time and I have a chance to wind down, where I usually read, draw and maybe watch an episode of my favorite show on Netflix, then that's probably where I get tired and get ready for bed, I usually wait a few minutes until I actually get into bed and sleep, but when I do I'm knocked out there's no waking me up, until tomorrow where I have do the same routine again the next morning.

We were having a fan sign, I sat in my little booth, signing things for fans, and talking to them, I loved interacting with fans, it lets me get to know them better, but this particular fan sign I saw a new face, it was his face. At first, he seemed normal, he had things he wanted me to sign he talked about his interests, but then he seemed awfully interested in what I was interested in, and being the naive girl I was I told him, and he seemed very...very interested, then after I finished talking he politely waved me goodbye and left, I have a weird feeling.

Then after that, I went back to my apartment, to find a basket filled with many of my favorite chocolates, and a bouquet of tulips, my favorite flowers... strange, but it was sweet and it had a nice note that said,

'Dear MC, ~ Oh I hope you like what I got you, I made sure I got all your favorite's, and also you looked very beautiful at the fan sign pip-squeak, I'm your biggest fan by the way please notice me<3 -Signed your secret admirer.' It was sweet... really sweet, but it was also unnerving and creepy, but I just focused on the facts that it was really sweet, oh what a foolish girl was.

Suddenly, I kept seeing these little baskets everywhere I went, and I started to find it awfully creepy, even my group members agreed that this was border lining obsessive, so slowly I started to ignore them and get rid of them, but my secret admirer noticed... he noticed alright. I found another basket filled with the same sort of stuff, but the note was different, it wasn't a compliment... it seemed like a warning,

'Dearest MC, why do you throw them away now, I thought you liked them pip-squeak... don't worry honey I'll find you and don't worry I show you just how much I love you... -Yours truly <3' now this shit was getting freaky, okay what the hell, I didn't think this was cute anymore, and this creep knowing where I lived was a very bad thing, so I was going to stay with one of my group members for a little while, I really thought I was safe.

I went out for one night; I just wanted to get some new casual wear for me and my group mate, staying with her had been nice, her boyfriend and her were very calm and welcoming, but our manager nor the media knew that she had a boyfriend it was more of a secret but anyway, I came back loads of bags my arms filled with them, then I came up to her door. Strange, the door was unlocked, I pushed the door open and walked in, I looked around, it was oddly silent in here too,

"Tara! hey girl where are you?" I yelled out wandering around the empty apartment, then I see a glimpse of red... I followed it into living room, my eyes widen in shock I almost gagged at the sight, I stepped back tears filling my eyes, and right next to her was her boyfriend, and a note.

'MC... I'm starting to get pissed, pip-squeak you moved away from me to these people... to another man, honey that hurt but I was worried what if he hurt you, so I came to protect you, then his lover girl got in the way and so I took her out too, now they can be together forever... -Secret Admirer' I ripped the note up, and threw it into the bin, I called the police and explained what happened, then I ran away to a different but more secure hotel room, it was close to tomorrow night's venue anyways, but I was sad... Tara was gone my best friend, that creep is a pyscho! and I didn't want him anywhere near me.

The night of the venue was tomorrow, I laid in bed tossing and turning, I could barely sleep, but I tried to calm myself down and as I did my eye lids fluttered shut, but as I slept, I felt a presence in my room, it didn't do anything... just watched me sleep. I felt the presence come close to my sleeping form, I felt his hand come close to my temple... but the presence quickly pulled their hand away, then I felt it leave my room, I was somewhat glad it left, and also very scared.

The night of the venue, I had my makeup done, my outfit was on, and we were on stage dancing and singing, millions of people were watching us, cheering for us, videos being taken, as we danced sweat beads dripping from our foreheads. It was the interlude, the time where we could finally take a quick break, and gosh I was busting, I rushed to the bathroom, but after I finished, I heard someone enter the bathrooms, it was probably just one of my group members.

I left the bathroom stall, and went to the sink and washed my hands, then suddenly I heard footsteps, I ignored them and went to dry my hands, then suddenly a clothe covered my nose, I struggled the persons grip was tight, their arms were beefy and strong. I tried to scream but it seemed it was too late, my eyes seemed to flutter shut, but I felt them pick me up in their arms bridal style, and they successfully avoided everyone.

Then I suddenly wake up, I looked around this wasn't my apartment, and this wasn't Linkon, I noticed I wasn't restrained I could move around, I rushed to the door and tried to open it, oh stupid could I be of course this person locked the door, then I hear footsteps approaching and rushed back to the bed and pretended to go back to sleep. The footsteps were at the door, the knob began to turn and that's when he walked in, he was tall, and he had this cold look on his face, but I couldn't deny if the situation was better I would lowkey let him hit... but anyway, he was the cruel person who kidnapped me the creep!

"Y'know faking that your asleep isn't a very good look pip-squeak?" His voice was cold yet playful, I knew he had me figured out, so I just sat up, I got a proper look at his face, he looked tired... and his lavender eyes didn't have any light in them. I looked up at the man, and he looked at me, then I got a good look at the room, many photos of me plastered on the walls, many of them were candid shots, this place freaked me out even more, but then I felt his hand gently grasp my chin turning my face back to his, this is the very man who gave me those baskets, the man who had been wildly and obsessively stalking me.

He just chuckled and smiled at me, that boyish grin that seemed to be attractive but terrifying at the same time.

"Welcome to your new home pip-squeak~"

(A/N: WOWZA I WROTE A LOT, BUT TOTALLY WORTH IT FOR MY GIRL @dollyswishingwell JUST KNOW I LOVE YOU AND I AM NOW YOUR GIDEON ANON)

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞: 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐁𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐱 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐌𝐂

𝙏𝙬: 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙛, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨 (𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜) , 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖, 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲.. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.. 𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬), 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎+ 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.. 𝐎𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫.. 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬).

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 (𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧) .

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝.. 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝟏 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 (𝐛𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭..

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐨𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.. 𝐀 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛: 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐩-𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐈 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐎 😭

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𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚:

I'm usually really busy, and I will try and post when I have days off or on the the weekends

𝙁𝙪𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨:

-I play piano

-I like drawing

-I'm obsessed with LADS and Wilbur soot

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧:

-Of course Wilbur (and other bursonas)

-LADS characters

-possibly others in the future (you can request)

-I'll write fluff

-possibly smut (my brain craves)

-angst

-possibly yanderes

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧:

-Noncon/r@pe

-Age play (or anything with minors)

-piss/scat play etc

-Not intense yanderes with a lot more mentally ill stuff (because that's too much)

𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜:

-No homophobia

-No racial slurs

-if you don't like the content I put on just dni it's that simple I put things here for my enjoyment and others enjoyment

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