draconic nature ft. dan heng
this was based off the argenti's first meeting with the astral express!! so this idea was pretty old heh,,, im lowk surprised i had time to make comics :<<< although it's short, i hope yall enjoyed it :>>>

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draconic nature ft. dan heng
this was based off the argenti's first meeting with the astral express!! so this idea was pretty old heh,,, im lowk surprised i had time to make comics :<<< although it's short, i hope yall enjoyed it :>>>
with caleb suddenly back in your life, it's hard to fall back on old ways..
it wasn't a secret that caleb loved it when you depended on him. all your lives, he had done everything he could to take care of you.
most people would call it spoiling, but he genuinely believed it was what he was meant to do. he wouldn't let you lift a finger, always doing everything in his power to ensure you lived comfortably when he was nearby.
it was why the explosion shifted your entire perspective on life.
caleb was no longer there to catch you when you fell. caleb was no longer there to memorize your favorite foods and drinks, or to hold your hand as you walked through crowds together.
for the first time in a long time, you were completely and utterly alone. and rather than being eased into it, you were forced into independence like a baby bird forced to flight.
it was hard, and it took everything within you, but you learned. you learned to be independent, and you learned to take care of yourself because nobody else would.
your safe place was gone. and you were expected to go along with it like nothing had happened.
you hardened to the world after that. became your own safe place, your own pillar of support.
and you just couldn't change it all when caleb came back.
for all the secrets he kept from you, he still acted like things hadn't changed. like it hadn't been a year since he disappeared, and like you were the crazy one for not falling back into routine.
but how could you? how could you fall into his embrace, rely on him again, when it seemed so clear he would never stay by your side the same way?
you shied away from his touches, insisting you could do things on your own, things that he used to do for you.
and while he didn't say anything at first, you could tell it upset him.
a clenched jaw here, a narrowing of eyes there, you tried to ignore it for the sake of not getting into an argument.
"seriously, pips, i got it-"
"it's fine," you nudged him away with your shoulder, carrying in your bags with a huff. you were staying in skyhaven for a mission, but as always, caleb insisted you stayed with him. "i know where the room is."
"i know you do, but-" he moved to stand in front of you, blocking your way in with a gleam to his eyes you hadn't seen before. "just let me take your bags. please?"
you knew he was far too stubborn to move to the side, so you quietly relented, handing him your bags. he gave you a relieved smile, taking them to your room and putting them down.
"i could've done that." you sighed, and you didn't miss the way his eyes narrowed.
"you could have," his tone was light, but there was an edge to it, "but i wanted to do it for you." he turned back to you, smiling, "remember how you used to complain about having to carry your bags, so you'd always make me take them?"
"yeah, but things are different now." you're different stayed unspoken, but the intent was there.
caleb sighed, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway. you tried not to look at how much space he took up. "okay, let's stop playing around. what's up with you?"
"what do you mean?"
"you know exactly what i mean, pips." he reached a hand out, poking your forehead, "usually you're all for letting me do everything for you. what's going on?"
"are you serious?" you laughed, incredulous. "you really expect things to be normal after you-"
"after i what?" he was looming over you now, and it took everything in you to not push him away.
"after you died?" your voice cracked, and it was like the dam broke with it. "i've gone so long without you, and you expect me to be fine with you coming back like nothing's happened?" you couldn't help the sobs that escaped, covering your face away from him. "i missed you so much, and now you're here, but all i can think about is you leaving again-"
his call of your name was low, broken in the air between you as he gently grabbed your wrists. "look at me." when you finally relented, he smiled at you, ignoring his own tears as he wiped at your face.
"i'm not going anywhere." he lowered his head, pressing his forehead to yours. "you hear me? nothing's gonna take me away from you ever again." he tilted his head to press a kiss to your forehead, holding you close. "so you can rely on me, like you always have. i'll be here to catch you, no matter how long it takes."
a/n : for this request !!
❦ caleb might be busy, but he'll never be too busy for you when you need him. [1.2k] masterlist
caleb is a busy man. you know that.
so how is it that he always, always, picks up when you call? every time. there's never any question of 'i'll call you back', or 'not right now.'
just 'if you holler, i'll be there.'
and for a long time, it never even registered to you as something out of the ordinary, how odd it could seem to some people. because for so long, he was always there. beside you, like it's where he's meant to be.
(he would argue that it is, it is where he's meant to be.)
it first occurs to you sometime in your final year of college, not long after caleb himself had graduated. he's off in skyhaven, now, too far for the same comfort he's always brought you, but you're his biggest supporter nonetheless, truly, you are, and he is your rock. steadfast and firm.
it's late when you collapse face-first into bed, the squishy apple plushie he won for you wrapped in your arms as you press your face into it.
college is exhausting. living with relative strangers is exhausting. everything is fucking exhausting, especially without him by your side.
your fingers find his contact (not that it's hard - you have him pinned, after all) and hit call before you can even try to convince yourself to stop them. it rings twice before he picks up with a yawn.
"hey, pipsqueak, you okay? it's late, thought you'd be headin' to bed by now."
you're upset over sylus missing your date night, but he's more than happy to make it up to you..
tonight was supposed to be perfect.
tonight, you were supposed to go out, have dinner with the man you loved, and forget all about the terrible week you had.
"i'm really sorry, sweetie," to his credit, sylus sounded truly apologetic, "but this deal needs to be made by tonight. can we reschedule?"
you looked at your reflection in the mirror, your perfectly done hair, your shiny makeup, the red dress he had bought you specifically for date nights like these.
"of course," you willed your voice not to break, even as your throat closed up, even as your nose became runny. "i hope it goes well."
"i'll treat you another night, i swear." a man's tense voice on the other end was heard, and he let out a sigh. "i love you."
"love you too." no matter how much you wished it to be some sick joke, the line went dead. you found yourself staring at your phone, turning it on and off, as if that would bring him back.
as if he would magically appear at your side.
the tears started flowing before you could stop them, and an ugly sob escaped your chest. you could care less that your makeup was ruined by now, or your hair messy from the way you had ran your fingers through it.
kicking your heels off, you fell to the couch, clutching a pillow to your chest. you knew he couldn't control it. he was a busy man, this was something that you had known from the start.
but tonight was supposed to be your night, and you really needed him. it felt childish, and wrong, but he was supposed to wash all your worries away. he was supposed to make you laugh, sweep you off your feet..
you were crying harder at your own train of thought, and that was how you fell asleep, longing and aching for him to come home.
when the morning came, you expected to wake up in the same position. instead, there was a noticeable warmth at your side, a steady breath against your neck, and a comfortable weight across your waist.
shifting around, you found sylus, fast asleep at your side. a look at your surroundings revealed you were in your bed, and a glance down showed you were now in your pajamas, not the expensive dress from last night.
before you could stop yourself, you were crying again, and the realization you had no makeup on made you cry harder.
you tried not to wake him, but sylus stirred at your movements. upon seeing you in tears, he moved into action immediately, drawing you close and kissing all over your face. "shh, it's okay sweetie, i'm here." his voice was a balm to your frayed nerves, and you sobbed into his chest.
"you- you're home.." it was all you could really say in your anxiety, sniffling and sobbing as you looked up at him. "when did you..?"
"late last night." he gently wiped your tears, an apologetic look on his face. "i am so, so sorry, my love," he pressed a kiss to your lips, his grip on you tightening, "i tried to find every work around i could, but it seemed nobody can do anything without my help."
"it's okay," you sniffled, even though it felt like the opposite, "i know your work is important.."
"nothing is more important to me than you, sweetie." he sighed, tilting your head up towards him. "i promise, these next few days, i'm all yours. nobody's going to interrupt us."
"nobody..?"
"nobody." he smiled at you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, "so be greedy with me, kitten. i'll take you on as many dates as you want, so don't hold back." he pressed himself against you, warm and comforting and home, "i love you so much."
a/n : for this request !!
being jealous over a man you aren't even with makes you feel stupid, but sylus is more than happy to show you you mean the world to him.
this was stupid.
you knew it was stupid, but you couldn't help the way your jaw clenched, fists tightening at your sides.
sylus was out on the floor of the auction hall, a glass of wine effortlessly held in his hands as he chatted with a few of the other attendees. notably, there was a beautiful woman at his side, which, while you hated to admit it, was making the ugly green monster of jealousy rise up in your chest.
it wasn't right. you and sylus weren't even..
that overwhelming wave of bitterness, of longing, swept over you before you could do anything. but all you could do was watch, frozen and tongue-tied, as that woman inched closer, and closer, and closer-
yeah. you definitely weren't doing this tonight, or any other night, for that matter.
if sylus needed company for this stupid auction, he could definitely find it elsewhere.
your escape was swift, and you presumed yourself to be stealthy as you made your way out the front doors. sylus had unfortunately been your ride here, and you found yourself antsy as you waited for your ride to get you.
ten minutes away. you could wait ten minutes.
"-tie.. sweetie."
"...Do you want a prenup?"
"Is this another one of your pranks?" Sylus glances around for a camera, smirking when he notices your unamused face.
"I'm serious, Sy! If you want one, you should get one drawn up. I'd be happy to sign it so don't worry about that." You can see the moment he realizes this really isn't a prank, given the way the smirk slowly vanishes from his face.
"A prenup implies we'll be getting divorced in the future. Is that something you have planned?" His tone lacks it's usual mirth.
"Of course not. I just figured...you earned all this money. It's not fair for me to just take it if we were to get divorced." Your words make Sylus frown, and a flicker of irritation burns in his eyes.
"We won't be getting divorced." He says through gritted teeth, making you sigh.
"Sylus, I'm not naive. There's always a possibility that something could happen. Love is like that! Maybe one day you wake up and-and you don't love me anymore. You should be allowed to leave without having to wo-"
"No."
"...What do you mean no?" You echo, watching as he suddenly strides over to you, nearly crushing you in a hug. You pat his back gently, suddenly feeling like the tone in the room has changed. He squeezes you tighter, as if worried you'll fade away in his arms.
"There will never come a day where I don't love you. Never. You have half of my soul and all of my heart. Everything I have, everything I built, all of it...is for you." He murmurs the words into your ear, finally meeting your eyes when he's finished. You manage to nod, knowing if you speak too soon you'll likely burst into tears.
"Okay," You concede after a moment of silence, "No prenup."
Sylus hums at your words, pleased, giving you one more squeeze before releasing you from the hug.
with you being such a reluctant shopper, sylus feels like he's going to lose his mind.
sylus loved you with all his heart. he had made a vow, even back when you had first met, that he would do so for the rest of your lives together.
even with that said, you never failed to try his patience.
"sweetie," his tone was exasperated, but it never held anything but fondness as he watched you scrutinize the clothes on the racks, your basket noticeably empty, "we've been here for an hour. while i enjoy every second i spend by your side, i can't help but feel worried you haven't found anything you like yet."
"what if i regret it??" you huffed, gaze lingering on a sweater long enough for sylus to start feeling hopeful before you moved on. "i would hate to buy something and waste your money because i didn't end up liking it as much-"
"are you seriously worrying over my money right now?" you didn't have to look at him to know he was sporting that usual arrogant look, his eyes locked on you as you moved from hanger to hanger. "you could make me bankrupt, as long as you bought something for yourself, i'd be over the moon." he paused, before adding smugly, "not that you could bankrupt me."
"yeah yeah, you're filthy rich, i know." your gaze wandered, and you suddenly lit up in a way that made sylus hope you had found what you were looking for. you ran off, leaving sylus to trail after you.
his expectations were ultimately squashed when you held up a men's collared shirt, one in a perfect crimson that would suit a certain boss-man perfectly. your eyes shined as you held it up, showing it off proudly. "look! doesn't this fit you so well??"
speechless. you had rendered sylus speechless. he didn't know whether he wanted to agree to make you happy or shake your shoulders for trying to switch the subject of this shopping trip.
"it's.. nice," he started, giving you a tight-lipped smile, "but kitten, this trip was supposed to be for you-"
"oh, c'mon sy!" you gave him puppy eyes, and he knew he was done for, "i promise i'll buy something for me if you let me get this for you!"
he rose a brow. you smiled.
he tilted his head. your smile wavered.
he sighed. you broke.
"okay, maybe i won't, but it's not important-"
"sweetie, if you don't pick something to put in your basket in five minutes, i'm buying out this whole store."
a/n : for this request !!
society would call you ugly, but to sylus, you're the most beautiful person he's ever met.
you weren't pretty. you weren't even decent looking.
all your life, you had been rejected, made fun of, the butt of every joke. you knew from the moment you started interacting with other people that nobody would ever find you attractive, and you were fine with it.
society would call you ugly, and you couldn't help but agree.
the one person who refused to bend to society's whims was the last person you'd ever expect. sylus, the terrifying boss of onichynus, was absolutely all over you.
he was around you constantly, always chasing for a second of your attention, beaming like it was the biggest gift in the world whenever you smiled at him.
you never really understood it. he was the most handsome man you had ever seen, why was he trying to do anything with you?
you found yourself on the receiving end of yet another bouquet of his, and you had finally reached your breaking point.
"sylus," you started, frowning as his eyes lit up when you said his name, "why are you.. doing all this?"
"doing what?" he sounded genuinely confused, his head tilting as he looked down at you.
"this," you shook the bouquet in your arms, lips pressed together. "i don't see why you're trying so hard with someone barely with your time."
"barely worth my-" he let out a breath, and you had never seen him so shaken. "is that what you think, sweetie? that you're not worth it to me?" he paused, hands hovering by your sides. "you're worth everything to me. there's no world where i wouldn't be falling over myself trying to be with you."
"but.. why?" you couldn't help motioning at your face, scrunching your features to hold back tears. "i'm.. disgusting. gross. ugly. there's no reason why anyone, let alone you, should want anything more from me."
"kitten.." he sighed, and suddenly he was way too close. "since when have i ever bent to what others believe?" he bent his head, hovering over you with a certain glint in his eye. "to me, you're the most darling creature in this world to exist," he held up a finger when you went to protest, "and nothing, not even you, will change my mind on the matter."
when you were left speechless, he merely smiled, offering you his hand. "now, will you do me the honor of letting me treat you? i know there's a restaurant nearby that you've been wanting to try."
it may have felt impossible that someone like him would want you, but as he gently interlaced your fingers together, you knew it to be nothing but the truth.
a/n : for this request !!
: SAY YOUR STUPID LINE :*+゚
in which: all the times phainon had to ditch you mid-date, and the one time he didn't.
warnings: 8.2k wc, superhero!au, gn!reader who is not a superhero, the chrysos heirs are the avengers basically, hurt/comfort, fluff, sloppy making out, sfw, happy ending, slight yandere!phainon, both parties are very in love with each other, a lot of food mentions bc i love to eat so, edited but i'm not happy with this.
a/n: finally got this one out of the drafts, it was really fun experimenting with this fic, while i'm not proud of the end result, i can't really say i necessarily dislike it. either way, i hope you'll enjoy!
extra #1, outtake #1
~ ONE:
Dating a superhero is not for the weak.
It's a lifestyle that requires bouts of patience and wrestling with anxiety over whether or not your lover will come home from a mission that's been running too long for your liking. It requires understanding that you may not always be the first choice, not when civilisations will always need him more and lives are what he saves. It requires immense mental capacity and unconditional love, especially when the superhero you're dating is Khaslana.
A widely revered figure and the face of the renowned group: The Chrysos Heirs, he is loved by all. His image iconic, the visage of a heroic entity with two wings sprouting from his back and a ginormous sword that he swings around so easily, moving it like an extension of his arm.
But Phainon, the man behind Khaslana, is loved by you. Snowy hair with blue eyes, his true identity is kept a secret from his public one, and this one is yours.
While fans will cheer and gush over the silhouette of his other persona, the saviour of Amphoreus comes home to you, welcoming him with open arms… and also to tease him with all the Khaslana merch you love buying.
Phainon doesn't really have it in him to feel embarrassed when you wear it so proudly, bouncing around the house in a yellow and purple hoodie that mimicks his superhero form, watching with a proud smile; seizing the heart of the man who holds the weight of the world on his back.
That said… there are also downsides to having a superhero as your significant other.
"I'm so excited to try out this café, I've been seeing them all over my feed," you gush, hand waving around enthusiastically as Phainon tightly holds your other one, watching with a fond smile. "I want to try the pomegranate cream cake, or their dromas-shaped roll!"
The sun was shining gently that day, a nice breeze blowing through the metropolis of Okhema. Ascent Hour had just begun, so the streets were starting to grow busier and busier, but you and Phainon decided to head out early that morning to try a new place that was going semi-viral online.
It was going seamlessly, the store wasn't too busy when you entered, and the weather was perfect for an impromptu picnic.
"Hey! If you like my drink so much, then get your own!" You scold as your boyfriend lifts your cup up to his lips, taking another generous gulp.
"I can't help it," he grins, "you just have better taste."
You glare at him from the corner of your eyes, raising your food to your lips. "It's mine, though."
"I paid for it, don't I deserve a little bit of renumeration?"
"Taking my food is a step over the line."
"Alright, I'm sorry my love," he kisses your cheek as you bite down, his glasses pressing into the side of your face.
my husband suddenly became love"sick"?! ft. phainon
got the collective ideas from my post! ty yall <333
WARNING/S: yandere, obsessive behavior, implied drugging at the end
(reader here is described as fem)
loose collection of thoughts for a mildly normal anaxa (non-yan but still weird) and you, his beloved wife:
he keeps a small notebook on him to record his thoughts/impressions for the sole purpose of sharing them with you later.
he vehemently denies it, but the mere mention of you has his features softening. just thinking about you is good for his health because it instantly elevates his mood.
his students love when you attend his lectures because he's less harsh when they make mistakes.
since anaxa insists on conducting one-on-one oral exams instead of traditional tests, his more brazen pupils used to ask to practice with you, as you're the most familiar with how his mind works. he put an end to this practice when it started cutting into the time you could spend together.
anaxa once learned a language thought to be lost because you expressed an interest in a book written in the its script. he dutifully translated the work, adding annotations wherever he knew you'd have questions. the finished piece was an anniversary gift.
almost all of the times he's smiled in his adult life are attributed to you. you have a knack for bringing out his more lighthearted side, though he'll only ever show it in private.
he has some difficulty sharing you with others, especially those with warmer dispositions. he's always had this fear that you might wake up one day, decide he's too much trouble, and move on. you are essentially his only social contact, as he's always viewed maintaining friendships to be a waste of time. he'd be left utterly alone without you.
he makes caustic comments about the company you keep whenever these doubts intensify. it's normally small, petty remarks, but you can tell it's a symptom of a larger issue. should you make your displeasure known, he'll try and watch his tongue. he secretly still judges your companions because he doesn't believe anyone is worthy of your presence (even himself, occasionally).
not sfw beneath the cut!
Shout out to "i wanna socialize with my Internet friends but I don't have anything to talk about", gotta be one of my least favorite predicaments
Pros of being an artist: you can make your favorite characters kiss!!! Yippee!!!!
Cons of being an artist:
older bf!caleb who loves pampering you every change he gets, wanting to spoil you rotten. he does this through many gestures, anything to prove to you that he is willing to give you anything you could ever want.
this can look like him paying for a lot of your dates together. he absolutely detests the idea that you should ever put your card down for anything in his presence. he thinks its an insult to his capabilities of financially supporting you. another thing that he loves doing as an act of affection is cooking for you. takes it incredibly seriously and expects you to tell him whenever you’re hungry so he can prepare food for you.
i think the main difference between the headcanon of older bf caleb and younger bf caleb is that older bf caleb takes a lot more initiative in taking care of you, whereas younger caleb will still take care of you, duh, but also indulges a lot in you pampering him.
at the end of caleb’s trailer, you can see him and mc play fighting and then she gets up from his chest (hes laying down on the boat, shes on top of him), but he immediately pulls er back down and into a hug and that is exactly what inspired this today thank u infold for that miniscule detail because it did send me into cardiac arrest.
“caleb! stop!”
the harmony of your guys’ shared laughter echoed in the open space around you. caleb was currently laying on the boat beneath you two, using his evol to keep it steady as the two of you rough housed.
his hands were tickling and digging into your sides, bringing forth an entire bodily reaction from you. laughter, but also jerking away from his invasive touch as you tried holding in your giggling. but caleb wasn’t having any of it. he wanted to hear you laugh. to see your smile, the crinkle in your eye as you finally let get of your laugh.
“course i can’t stop, darling,” he says in a sing song voice, continuing to prod at your side. it seems your self restraint truly collapsed with that last tickle since you collapsed onto his chest right as he dug into your side.
his smile only widened at the feeling of you pressed against him, pulling you in and holding you tight in a hug to feel you even more. the way your breath hit his neck and cheek as you tried regaining control of your breathing from your laughing fit. the way your thighs straddled his, feeling of your muscular chest against his own, as well. your one hand resting on the side of his face as the other propped you up so you wouldn’t be entirely collapsed onto him.
he gave a rough tug to your waist to make sure you were fully pressed against him.
“you’re so mean,” you heave, smacking his chest with your one hand a couple of times, only enciting a chuckle from.
“i made you laugh, that’s all that matters to me,” he confesses easily, grabbing your assailant hand in his and kissing your knuckles with utter swiftness. “if making you laugh is mean, then i guess i’m the villain, baby,”
the petname he uses so gently with you, a smile on his face the entire time he chides you, “don’t need to attack me in order to make me laugh,”
“not attacking, per se,”
“oh, it was very literally attacking. i’m still feeling the pain of your fingers digging into my side, caleb!”
“let me kiss it better then,” a mischievous look is on his face as his hands trail from your thighs to your waist, lifting the hems of your shirt. a spark almost ignites in his eyes as he catches a glimpse of your abdomen, your happy trail making him lick his lips. he was greedy and insatiable when it came to you and your body, you can’t blame him for acting like he was watching something so terribly interesting when he was really just staring at your body.
he loves every bit of you, including your happy trail.
before he could lift your shirt even higher, you smacked his hands away and also sat up off of him.
aware of how far you were from him now, as far as you can get when straddling the lap of someone resting in a row boat, he frowned and immediately grabbed your wrist.
“oh, no, no, no, where do you think you’re going?” he clicks his tongue as he pulls you back down onto his chest, hurriedly kissing your cheek before you could processs it and shove him away. “wanna feel you — don’t move so far,” he kisses your neck, leaving light pecks wherever he can place them.
“so needy,” you tease, but he only hums in confirmation.
“you already know how much i need you, [name], don’t make fun,” he nips your skin faster than you can react, truly resembling an attention starved puppy. begging for attention and love in any way he knows how.
“stay back, caleb,” you laugh once more, feeling his sloppy kisses on your neck.
“hm, no, can’t resist you,” he pulls you in even closer, peppering your face in kisses all over. he chuckles against your skin, cherishing how cute your scrunched up face is. “you’re telling your boyfriend to stay away? you don’t love me, hm?”
you can only yelp as a response because now he’s turning the both of you to lay on your sides.
“you’re like a big baby, y’know that?”
“i’m your baby,” he persists, smiling as he sees you roll your eyes, “and you’re my baby boy,”
his hand goes up to carress your cheek, the tips of his hair playing with your hair, as his thumb grazes itself up and down your soft skin. he’s looking at you as if you are the center of the universe, as if you are the one who hung up the moon and stars. nothing but adoration and love.
seeing his soft expression makes your face heat up, instinctively hiding it in the inside of his arm that was resting beneath your head as a cushioned support. he laughs at your reaction, going to lean in as he rests his forehead against yours.
“i want to experience an infinite amount of springs with you,” he confesses, “want to see you smile like this for as long as i live, want to hold you like forever,” his voice is soft and mellow as he whispers the sweetest words into your ear. “will you let me? let me be selfish and never let you go?” your throat has run dry from bashfulness as you nod, looking up at him from being tucked in his arms. he’s already watching you with a smile.
a dry laugh leaves his lips and he leans in closer, “wouldn’t have taken no for an answer anyway, baby boy, i’m all yours and you’re all mine. forever,” he kisses you gently, tilting your head back to rest in his arm as he presses into you.
it’s slow and sensual, he wants you to feel all of his love and affection for you poured into this one kiss. he moves to maneuver his body to slightly cover your own, legs slotted in between yours and broad shoulders casting a shadow from the sun over your body. the bangs of his hair tickle your face as him hovering above you makes them hang quite low. you both wish that you could stop time in this moment. the serenity of it all was already unbelievable.
he doesn’t pull away from the kiss until it’s necessary for you two. the smile is still present on his face, though. and his hand is still caressing your cheek.
“i love you,” he whispers, biting the inside of his cheek to restrain himself form leaning in for another kiss.
“i love you more, caleb,” the words you share are genuine and sincere, but can only barely scratch the surface of how much you truly care about your devoted lover. words always paled in comparison to the real feeling, the raw emotions that came with being in love with caleb.
but whenever you said those words that felt like they fell short, caleb’s brain always went haywire. while you may think they might not be enough for him to truly understand, he’s too busy feeling the butterflies in his stomach become more rapid, the heat in his face feel scorching, and the smile on his face uncontrollable. honestly, anything you say directed to caleb can make him feel like a little boy approaching his crush for the first time. but whenever you say “i love you” back to him, it really sends him spiraling into a frenzy of emotions.
“don’t think that’s possible, my darling,” he breathes out, leaning in once more and capturing you in another slow, passionate kiss.
and as you two moulded into one another, the outside world began disappearing and turning into a blur. it felt like a dream that neither of you wanted to wake up from. this was as close to perfection as you two could get. no matter where the two of you were, as long as you had each other you’d be happy.
— attention ; you stress caleb tf out because youre too sexy and people love you, sorry caleb
caleb realizes quickly he doesn't like when people pay attention to you. no, he actually hates it. detests it.
the two of you were in college now, far away from the small town you grew up in. far from the quietness that used to be your everyday. now, you’re in a bustling city with frenzied crowds and a rush hour foot traffic beyond comprehension.
at first, caleb tried chalking it up to that first week of school energy, people want to meet new people and expand their social circles while everyone is still new to this. but then, he noticed that as the weeks ebbed on, the people lingering around you weren’t going away.
another thing he found out was that he hates when you get attention from anyone, no matter the gender. caleb thought that he wouldn’t be the type to care if a girl was hitting on you, but then it dawned on him that you have had crushes on girls before. which means, you very much could have a crush on a girl now. as for men, well, he already hated when they got anywhere near you. he likes being the only important man in your life, so he already knew that he would have to dedicate time in fending away any men from you. for his own mental well-being.
but to take into account women too?
he could pull his hair out in frustration.