Note: ‘‘Hey so I’m obsessed with Caleb like SOMEONE has to stop me. Despite the header he is NOT an angel. Also I need more Yandere x Yandere content. In general.,,
・・・・・⟢
Fandom: Love and Deepspace
Pairing: (Fem.)Reader x Caleb
Content Warnings: Suggestive, Teasing, Flirting, (!) Mentions of Stalking, Yandere x Yandere Concept
✦・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・✦
Caleb had always been like this since you were children. The question is: whether or not you noticed back then. You did, but he assumed otherwise.
He’d grown up quickly and taken the role of your “big brother”, guiding you with a warm smile and soft words. He thought you’d get whiplash at his sudden shift in behavior when you reunited; so color him more than surprised when you just blinked at his words.
“You don’t need me? Is that what you think?” He asks with an intense look in his eyes. Really, you hadn’t even said anything, he just assumed your stare back at him was rejection. His grip on your arm tightened as he looked down at you, eyes narrowing onto yours.
“I never said that.” You hold his stare. He pauses, gaze sharpening.
“You’re thinking it.”, He takes a step forward, “I know you pipsqueak.” He emphasizes, continuing to walk you backwards.
You let yourself take steps back, your amusement growing as your back approached the wall. Trying to reel in your smugness, you cut him off before he can speak again.
“You know me?”.
You could almost hear a pin drop. Caleb glares back at you almost offended.
“Are you seriously-”
“You are clearly missing something.” You can’t contain your grin.
“What are you saying?” He hisses out. You can hear the hand he propped up against the wall you’re leaning on slowly ball into a fist.
“You’re so convinced that I’m feeling a way I’m not.” You say with amusement barely controlled.
“What you fail to understand is I’ve always been this way pipsqueak.”
“See?” You grin, “This is exactly what I mean.”
You take a step forward, your chest pressed up against his. The action throwing him off guard at the sudden boldness and he straightens up from where he was looming over you.
“You think you’re scaring me, you think I’m terrified, mortified at how you’re acting.”. Your smile only widens when you see the confusion mix in with his firm expression.
“But really, I always knew you were this way.”
You bring a hand to his dress-shirt’s collar, gripping it tight before yanking him down closer to your height, the accessories on the colonel uniform shifting with quiet tinkles. His eyes widen, mouth slightly open as if to say something but nothing comes out. Your free hand goes to cup his face, your thumb running over his cheek gently, while your tone holds back on zero mockery.
“You, on the other hand, despite all your obsession, have failed to grasp that I’m just as bad as you.” You smile, watching his eyes catch that same glimpse they always did when you said something that scratched his possessiveness.
“You don’t mean that.” He states, swallowing harshly, “You have no idea-” he seems almost repentant, but you know better.
“No I do.”
“Pipsqueak, you’re out of your depth,” a chuckle escapes him, his eyes lowering amused, “-you think just because you’re attached to me that you can even understand a fraction of my love for you.”
“Yeah?” You smile back at him, your hand tilting his face up for him to look at you again, maintaining eye contact, “you think so?”
He huffs out a small laugh again.
“I track your necklace Caleb.”
He pauses, his eyes visibly shifting in their stare back at you before he smiles, deceivingly soft again.
“You’re so silly Pips-”
“I’m not fucking kidding.” You laugh back at him, the hand on his collar shifting down to the dog tag necklace you had given him so long ago, slightly pulling on it.
“I wanted to know where you were. In case you ever lied to me about your schedule or the risk of your work.”
“That so?”
“What?” Your finger twirls loops around the necklace chain, the charms jingling, “Does that scare you?”
“If you know me so well Pips, you know I’ve done much worse.”
“And I’ve never stopped you.”
Caleb looks down at your hand playing with the necklace before he meets your eyes again, the look in his half lidded pupils turning a deeper purple; that same shade you loved to drag out of him. He brings a hand to his face, the back of his palm hiding an obsessive, love-sick smile, the one he usually suppressed until he thought you weren’t looking, or when he believed you to be asleep during your sleep-overs.
“Fuck.” He curses under his breath.
“Gods, you really are far gone huh?” You tease, your own expression far from innocent in the way you match his almost deranged adoration.
“You don’t get to give me any lessons Pipsqueak, now that all your behaviors suddenly seem more tactful than coincidental.”
Suddenly despite all your confidence in your equally matched energy, you feel your nervousness rise up again; your stomach knotting and the back of your spine burning hot.
He lowers himself down to your level even more, until your lips are at the same height, his forehead an inch away from touching yours, as he now wears your smug expression.
“All those times..sitting in my lap, constantly calling for me in conversations, taking any chance at touching me..” His smirk only widens, “Kissing me for “practice” as you called it..” his breath ghosts over your lips.
“Nothing more than desperation after all huh?”
You immediately feel the need to defend yourself at his words. “You cannot be talking.”
“Why not? I’m not afraid to admit I yearn for you.” He drawls on as words get caught in your throat.
“Especially, now that I know,” he muses, “that this little lady right in front of me, is into this obsessive side of mine hm?”
“Almost like it..fuels something in her…Gets her going does it?”
You feel your cheeks start to flush at his bluntness, off-put by his calling out.
“You’d preach being the same as me yeah? But based on your reaction, I’d still think you’re out of your league Pipsqueak..”
An uneven breath escapes you and his eyes crinkle at that.
“Would you look at that?” His smirk aggravatingly turning more sharp.
“Pipsqueak isn’t able to respond, looks like she really is obsessed with me.”
"Puppy eyes. Dangerous hands. Soft smile. Sharp bite. You thought you knew him—didn’t you?"
From pipsqueak to prince, Caleb's grown up more than you know.
But no matter how deep the devotion or the scars beneath the skin—he’ll always come when you call.
And if you fall for that smile? Well… don't say I didn't warn you.
🎂 Happy Birthday, Caleb 🐾
Also posted on my Twitter/X/Naver/Rednote account for his birthday competition.
Find it here:
Twitter
Naver Cafe
Rednote
PLEASE DO NOT REPOST. SHARE AND REBLOG is welcomed.
There is something so organic about this phone call with Caleb
I wholly appreciate how the devs exemplified a healthy relationship through Caleb — because, in all honesty, this is everything that I needed to hear
It's the understanding of each other, the push and pull of irritation for MC because Caleb knows she's only acting out because of loss of motivation, and it's the patience he takes to make her feel comfortable in easing back to herself. It breaks my heart and pieces it all together again, it reminds me that though this game is sci-fi/fantasy, this bond in a relationship is entirely real, and so, so pure.
I haven't gotten very deep into the story with Caleb or the main story yet, but I saw a tweet today that made me want to cry. God, don't take him away from me ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა
This is the tweet for anyone who wants to read it https://x.com/millecreupe/status/1894621069228871821?s=46
