My name is Bibi and I'm 22 years old, I'm obsessed with Love and Deepspace and occasionally write for it. If you ever see the post where I said I would stop writing for this fandom, no you don't <3 I have a multi chapter Sylus Isekai fic you should check out if you have the time!
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FOR ME IT WILL ALWAYS BE YOU - Sylus x Non-MC
╰┈➤ Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7
you spend time together on collective days off, cuddling and watching tv in peace until he turns his head towards your cunt, rubbing the tip of his finger right over your clothed clit. you used to get shy and push him away, but you’ve become accustomed to his strange habits now. it was like a compulsion—he couldn’t go a single day without exploring your pretty pussy and finding new ways he could make you feel good.
it was easy when you reacted to his every touch, a dark patch forming after a few minutes of him teasing you. he always ignored your whines and instead chose to replace his finger with his nose, swiping through your slick folds and inhaling the sweet scent of your cunt.
“xavi…”
“you just smell so good my star, wanna live here”
he wouldn’t even bother properly taking your panties off, instead choosing to hook a finger beneath the band and pull them to the side so he could make out with your pussy. he let his tongue explore every inch of you, drinking in as much as he could before finally dipping inside your greedy hole. you were already close before he even had his mouth on you, but the way he was moaning into you had your thighs pressing tighter around his head.
“oh fuck…please my girl, need you to cum on my tongue”
he was so whiney, nearly tearing up as he tried to press you even closer to his mouth. it wasn’t until you saw him desperately rutting against his hand, a big dark stain forming on the front of his sweats, that you finally let go, crying his name as you rode the aftershocks of pleasure on his tongue.
he kissed your inner thighs as you tried to calm your breathing, stroking your waist and praising ‘how well you did’. after a few minutes passed though, he’d return to his task, now focusing his relentless stimulation on your clit, determined to have you squirt on his face.
Soft piano cords drift down the hall as you and Sylus fight to catch your breath. You guys had been ravenous, tearing away at your newly purchased condom box which was now halfway empty.
"Hey Sylus?"
You feel hist chest rumble softly as he hums in acknowledgment, the sound tickling your ears gently.
"Since your evol is energy manipulation, you think you could like just... 'deactivate' your sperm or something? That way maybe we could go raw sometimes maybe?"
It's quiet. Too quiet, so you lift your head and look up to find him staring at you incredulously. This has got to be a legendary moment. You have rendered the always quick to retort, leader of the N109 zone completely speechless.
You can practically see the gears moving in his brain as he tries to comprehend the words that just left your mouth. After a while a scoff escapes his lips, and before you know it he starts laughing.
Really laughing. The kind of belly laugh you can't help but get infected by. "Sy, I'm being serious." You giggle out, body still sticky and sweaty from the intense lovemaking you guys had just finished. Your body moving in tandem with his laughter, and when he finally stopped he turned to look at you.
I probably will, I just don't know what to do yet... I've never really done a celebration before on here so if you have any good ideas please let me know! <3
Imagine! growing up with Caleb and MC. The three of you were tied at the hip, your close bond known throughout school, your neighbourhood and even university. Really, there was nothing that could separate the three of you. Almost.
Imagine! one day you see Caleb chatting with MC while you came back from the restroom and this unsettling jealousy bubbled up before you could understand why. He was your childhood best friend, as close like a brother. You shouldn’t be feeling like this!
Imagine! seeing the way Caleb looks at MC, and you piece the puzzle together. As fast as your newly discovered crush came, it was crushed to the ground as you see Caleb truly and utterly unguarded around her, in a way he never was with you.
Imagine! you can’t even be mad at MC. She was like your little sister, and as she spots you she waves you over, making Caleb look over his shoulder and smile as he sees you, making all the heartache fizzle out.
Imagine! you spend years pretending your fine, joking around with each other, and maintaining this careful distance as to shield your heart from the inevitable heartbreak.
Imagine! that your peace gets destroyed on a random Tuesday evening. As the three of you head back home, still bantering like normal, Caleb heads in first. You and MC are outside fighting over who gets to eat the last drumstick when the house explodes.
Imagine! waking up only to find out your childhood best friend and unrequited love has died.
Imagine! spending years catering to MC as she caves under her grief, while barely containing your own. Days blur together as you struggle to make sense of reality. Your heart once a vibrant noticeable red had dulled into a hallow ashy grey that blended in with the shadow of your grief.
Imagine! as the years pass you learn a new routine. You and MC still talk, even though she’s super busy with her new hunter job and you have found a steady job at a publishing company.
Imagine! life almost feels normal. Until one day. Your phone buzzes incessantly as you throw back another cup of coffee with jittering hands just so you can make the deadline. MC’s name shining brightly in your tired eyes.
Imagine! picking up to a frantic MC, bawling about how Caleb is alive, how she met him on a mission, how he’s back.
Imagine! your heart stops. Because the grief that you had bottled up, careful not to spill immediately topples out of its confines, baring its teeth at you as you drop your coffee mug to the ground.
Imagine! the years you had spent desperately pulling yourself together, to try and be even a ghost of your former self, crumble in one fell swoop.
Caleb was alive, and he had not once looked for you.
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A/N: I know I said I wasn’t going to write for love and deepspace anymore but the newfound Caleb obsession needed an outlet. I honestly need to shut the fuck up and just write when I wanna write and not when I don’t. I’ll stop saying stupid shit guys I promise😔✊ also not proofread… sorry not sorry.
Summary: Lads had been your escape for a year now, occasionally loosing interest but always returning without fail to the men who healed something in you no one else could. That was until you end up in MC's body and the one you loved most across the screen stares at you in stone cold fury as your existence erases the existence of his beloved. His Emcee...
Disclaimer: This is my first time properly writing for Caleb so he might be OOC, that being said, I'm planning on this being multiple parts so enjoy!~ also not proofread!!!
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Yet another mind numbing day. Your fingers gracefully move over the keyboard as your eyes scan your sentence for the umpteenth time. You hear your phone buzzing yet again in the other room and sigh as you massage your temples as to relieve some of the tension in your head. You have been working on your book for a long while now, and your deadline was rapidly approaching.
Deciding you needed a break you move up from your seat to stretch your legs and grab a cup of coffee. As you shuffle through your living room you hear your phone buzzing yet again. "God, can't she ever leave me write in peace." you mumble out as you change trajectory to your phone. As you slide your thumb to accept the call you don't even get the time to move your phone to your ear as you already hear your editors shrill voice in your ear.
"Why did it take you so long to answer?! You know we're on a tight schedule right?!" God, she couldn't even let you get a breath out before reprimanding you over something again. You sigh as you pinch the bridge of your nose.
"Yes Miranda, I'm well aware, but your incessant nagging won't make me go any faster you know?" You hear her gasp and sputter out some excuses on the other side of the line but you can barely hear her as you move to your coffee machine. "We needed this book done 3 months ago, it was a miracle we even got this extension." she shrieks.
"Listen, I'm working on it as much as humanly possible, so stop calling me because this is only making it take longer." Before she can respond you disconnect the call and out your phone on do not disturb.
Your mind wanders as you wait for your coffee to be done. It's been like this for four months now. An endless routine of writing, getting up to eat, pee, sleep and repeat this cycle day in and out. With the occasional break of Miranda's nagging of course. She's nice really, just way to overbearing as she's crumbling under the weight of her own responsibilities. You knew the day she started that she couldn't handle the pressure of the job, but the head chief had insisted she was perfect. You were sure it was just because she was exactly his type as his eyes roved over her body.
You shiver in disgust as you return your attention to your coffee. As you retrieve your mug of steaming coffee you take a moment to really unwind. The morning sun is intruding it's light through your paper thin curtains, causing the light to refract over the glass coffee table settled in the middle of your living room. You take your time wandering over to your windows as you open one slightly to let some fresh air in. The smell of morning dew softly passing by you.
Once content with your small break you move back to your desk, as you settle in your small and rather uncomfortable desk chair for someone who is supposed to be a fulltime writer. You will your mind back to your story but find yourself struggling to really immerse yourself again. You grunt in annoyance as you take a sip of your still way too hot coffee.
Then like clockwork a notification pops through your DND, and as you pick up your phone you smile to see 'Calebs' notification. You know it's not him, but it doesn't hurt to be a little delulu every now and then no? As you boot up the game you take another, smaller this time, sip. The familiar tune of the loading screen fills up your room and you smile as you see Caleb's face on your screen. Truly, he was all you really needed to unwind. Just one look at his face and all your grievances silence just like that.
After completing your dailies in record time you set up the quality time feature for 3 hours. You needed him to watch to motivate you to really keep going. As you put your phone down you finally feel like you can finish.
You're at it for who knows how long, fingers typing away furiously at your keyboard as the words just keep coming. But then something happens. A glitch in the screen. Just for a second. You blink in surprise and press control s as fast as you humanly can. Seeing the saving logo you close your eyes and sigh in relief. But when your eyes open, you're no longer behind your computer. Nor are you sitting.
Panic courses through your veins as you look at your reflection in the mirror. But it's off. You look too perfect. Your skin as dewy as the morning grass, not a hint of fatigue to be found. Hair silky smooth in a way you could never achieve even in your wildest dreams. You move your hands up, trembling violently and see a perfect manicure.
What the hell is happening? This is impossible. Literally. You were just sitting behind your desk and now all of the sudden your standing in a bathroom that's way too spacious for one person, and looking into the mirror you see a copy of yourself that's so perfect it's almost uncanny.
Your breath is picking up, heart hammering so heart in your chest you think it might beat right out of it.
"Pipsqueak, you want some tea?"
You hear HIS voice. You recognize him immediately, and your body locks into place. This is impossible. Or at least, it should be. But here you are. In a body unmistakably not your own, yet somehow it is, in the same house as THE Caleb. The one you have been pining for night after night. Wishing —praying— that he would become real. But now that the dream has become reality your absolutely petrified.
Because if this is not your body, it can only mean one thing. Your in MC's body. The one you had created to be as much like yourself as possible, and God did you succeed. Swallowed up in your own panic you didn't hear Caleb move closer until you hear his voice right next to you.
"You okay there pips? I asked you a question." Your head whips towards him so fast your surprised you don't give yourself whiplash. His face goes from curious, to suspicious to dead cold in a matter of seconds.
"Who are you?" God if the ground could swallow you whole it would be great if it did so right fucking now. Looking into his purple hues that have lost any and all light, you wish you could have met him under any different circumstances.
His hands grab your arm, tightly but not too tight to harm, as if mentally aware that it's still MC's body, just no longer her who inhabits it.
If you weren't petrified before, you sure as hell were now, because standing there, in another persons body, you weren't quite sure yourself who you were anymore...
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Holy shit, I've written a full fledged story for the first time in months?!?! It's going to be a multi chap isekai fic?!?! I'm going back to my roots?!?!?
I've been cleaning up my blog and found out I HAVE OVER 600 FOLLOWERS?! I literally never even fucking noticed. SO, I was wondering if you guys would like me to do like a little celebration? And if so, please do tell me what you would like as I have never done one of those before...
celebration?
yes
no
Voting ended on5h
ALSO, THANK YOU FOR SAID 600 FOLLOWERS BY THE WAY. I LOVE YOU ALL DEARLY! <333
Holy shit, I've written a full fledged story for the first time in months?!?! It's going to be a multi chap isekai fic?!?! I'm going back to my roots?!?!?
Hello! I have changed my blog name! I didn't like the old one I had, as this was never supposed to be my writing blog but I digress. I was previously known as draftbeerbibi! Just wanted to make everyone aware of the change! <3
Did not know all of my links are now useless. Imagine having to manually find ALL OF MY FICS AGAIN so i can properly link them this time. Couldn't be me...
Hello! I have changed my blog name! I didn't like the old one I had, as this was never supposed to be my writing blog but I digress. I was previously known as draftbeerbibi! Just wanted to make everyone aware of the change! <3
Imagine! growing up with Caleb and MC. The three of you were tied at the hip, your close bond known throughout school, your neighbourhood and even university. Really, there was nothing that could separate the three of you. Almost.
Imagine! one day you see Caleb chatting with MC while you came back from the restroom and this unsettling jealousy bubbled up before you could understand why. He was your childhood best friend, as close like a brother. You shouldn’t be feeling like this!
Imagine! seeing the way Caleb looks at MC, and you piece the puzzle together. As fast as your newly discovered crush came, it was crushed to the ground as you see Caleb truly and utterly unguarded around her, in a way he never was with you.
Imagine! you can’t even be mad at MC. She was like your little sister, and as she spots you she waves you over, making Caleb look over his shoulder and smile as he sees you, making all the heartache fizzle out.
Imagine! you spend years pretending your fine, joking around with each other, and maintaining this careful distance as to shield your heart from the inevitable heartbreak.
Imagine! that your peace gets destroyed on a random Tuesday evening. As the three of you head back home, still bantering like normal, Caleb heads in first. You and MC are outside fighting over who gets to eat the last drumstick when the house explodes.
Imagine! waking up only to find out your childhood best friend and unrequited love has died.
Imagine! spending years catering to MC as she caves under her grief, while barely containing your own. Days blur together as you struggle to make sense of reality. Your heart once a vibrant noticeable red had dulled into a hallow ashy grey that blended in with the shadow of your grief.
Imagine! as the years pass you learn a new routine. You and MC still talk, even though she’s super busy with her new hunter job and you have found a steady job at a publishing company.
Imagine! life almost feels normal. Until one day. Your phone buzzes incessantly as you throw back another cup of coffee with jittering hands just so you can make the deadline. MC’s name shining brightly in your tired eyes.
Imagine! picking up to a frantic MC, bawling about how Caleb is alive, how she met him on a mission, how he’s back.
Imagine! your heart stops. Because the grief that you had bottled up, careful not to spill immediately topples out of its confines, baring its teeth at you as you drop your coffee mug to the ground.
Imagine! the years you had spent desperately pulling yourself together, to try and be even a ghost of your former self, crumble in one fell swoop.
Caleb was alive, and he had not once looked for you.
———————
A/N: I know I said I wasn’t going to write for love and deepspace anymore but the newfound Caleb obsession needed an outlet. I honestly need to shut the fuck up and just write when I wanna write and not when I don’t. I’ll stop saying stupid shit guys I promise😔✊ also not proofread… sorry not sorry.
as a LADS player who uses the period tracker, it’s actually so funny to go to the doctor and they ask you when your last period was and you’re like “hold up, let me open my romance sci-fi gacha otome dating fighting simulator game rq”
Guys, I’ve been playing lads for over a year now and have not liked Caleb ONCE. I don’t know why, he just never tickled my fancy. I tried, I really did but I could never really get into him. I don’t know what the FUCK has happened but I am utterly obsessed with him. Literally borderline in love and idk what started it. So now I’m just bamboozled, consuming every piece of media I can find of this man…
I have had 2 talking stages in the past month and both times couldn’t go through with it cuz I kept thinking, ur nothing like Sylus or Caleb or any of the lads men in the slightest…
