#halosmin drabble

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imagine caleb coming home from work to find you in the middle of a period-induced meltdown. the second he hears the faint sound of crying, he tosses his coat over the sofa back and drops everything to find you. when he finally does, seated on the bed and clinging to his pillow, he doesn’t waste a second going to your side, embracing you in a snug hug without hesitation. when your arms loop around him, caleb doesn’t ask anything of you, instead pressing his lips to the side of your head, caressing your aching body, fingertips pressing gently against the spots he knows need it.

only the sound of your beating hearts and his gentle whispers linger, his words blowing away the dense fog of emotions running in your head.

“shh… it’s okay… i’m here…”

“just hold me and let it all out…”

“don’t worry, i’m not going anywhere...”

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caleb sliding two fingers past your lips as you squirm in his lap, the light press against your tongue enough to make your head spin. his other rests on the plush of your inner thigh, arm around your waist as his nails trace shapes over the sensitive skin. each shift, each whimper vibrating against his fingers urges him low, lower to the hem of your pajama shorts, the pads of his fingers wandering oh-so casually inward.

“mmh… caleb…”

you pant, muffled against him still, thighs trembling as two fingers graze over the thin fabric between he and your throbbing heat. caleb doesn’t respond, not verbally. instead he chuckles, dipping to plant a kiss to your temple while his fingers rub you through your shorts, slow and torturous, tearing a gasp from you.

“caleb…”

you whimper, shifting in his lap against the firmness beneath you as you push forward, your body acting on its own accord. you hear his breath hitch, his body tense, and then he finally whispers in your ear.

“don’t tell me you can’t take it, pipsqueak…”

his fingers begin to do their magic, rubbing in the way he knows drives you wild, pulling those soft moans he loved so much out so beautifully. and you don’t pull him away — you never do, you’d never want to.

instead you accepted it eagerly, his touch, his tease, his love even as he brought you dancing on the edge only to leave you whining for more. even as his fingers slipped beneath the soft fabric of your shorts, dipping into your warmth while he left hot, soft kisses on your neck and shoulders. even as caleb whispered praises, as his words drip with faux innocence, as he made the world around you spin in a way only he could do.

you craved it.. you craved him.

and the blanket draped around you both was long discarded to the edge of the sofa as caleb overtook you, the movie lost in the background, only drowned out by heavy breaths and skin as your bodies became one, an intense longing only fulfilled by one another.

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feelings

tags : hurt/comfort, reader is depressed, self doubt and depreciation, gender neutral reader, implied bf xavier (who’s still your neighbor)

hihi trying smth new with a little authors note :3 i’ve been going through it and it took a lot for me to write this… but if you’re reading on a bad day, i’m sending the biggest virtual hug. song rec : feelings by lauv.

everything was spinning.

you were sitting on the sofa, arms wrapped around your chest, body as tight as you could get it. the apartment was too quiet, yet the faint sound of your breath was almost as silent – almost invisible.

invisible... that's how you felt.

it felt like the living room was threatening to cave in on you, plotting revenge for something you couldn't even identify. you couldn't tell why your chest started aching, nor where the storm of unwelcome thoughts blew in from. and despite your better judgement, that fact made it so much worse.

of course 'better judgement' was absent.

with the overwhelming surge of emotions swirling around you, so much that you felt physical pain, you didn't stand a chance. like a phantom, or even your own void, doubt crept upon you, questions that made your head ache, arms tighten around your body as if the darkness would tear out your heart from your very chest, taking more and more out of you...

were you too much? or enough at all…?

the air felt tight around you, disorienting as hot tears brimmed your eyes — so much that you didn’t notice the soft ding coming from the coffee table, nor the little flicker of light that followed.

what if they abandon you like everyone else…

a soft whine tore through you, tears slipping down your cheeks and falling on your sweater.

no, it was xavier’s sweater…

the scent of fresh cleaned clothes, lilac and cotton and a lingering note of his cologne — it almost felt like home, and you were homesick.

“xavier…”

you croaked, his name barely a whisper, throat dried out from sitting in silence for so long. there was no way he could hear you, but it was all you could say.

it was all you could hold onto.

you needed him here. now. and yet you couldn’t find the strength to reach for your phone, to call him, to drag him to your side and let yourself be loved in the way you needed, the way he always could provide.

it was as if the fog was too dense, and the world too dark to see anything in front of you. only the storm, only the agony, the doubts, the fears…

fortunately, xavier has always been your light.

your guiding star, your remedy.

you don’t even notice the knocking at your door, the jingle of the spare keys he had. it was only when his arms encircled yours, the weight of the sofa sinking beside you, forcing you into his embrace like a gentle gust of wind. and buried in his chest, you can hear the soft thump of his heartbeat syncing with yours, whispering against the side of your face, unraveling your demons with each caress, each kiss a promise.

“i’m here, my star… you’re okay.”

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“xavi… behind! look behind you!”

“where is our dps? wha— why did they go in alone?!”

“xavi… help! help the whole team— no!”

“get to the point, hurry, hurry!”

you let out an exasperated sigh as the large defeat covered the screen, cheeks puffed and pink as the controller was set beside you on the sofa. the pillow on your lap was scooped up into your arms. from the other room behind you where xavier was playing, you could hear soft rustling, gradually getting louder.

and then you felt it, his arms swooping around your shoulders from the back, his soft hum in your ear a second later. “that was a tough one.”

you scowled, turning in the opposite direction as the tips of your ears began to heat up. “tough doesn’t even begin to describe whatever that was…”

xavier chuckled in your ear, planting a kiss just below the lobe before his nose nuzzled into your neck.

“mm… but it was fun.”

a scoff left your lips, but when you tried to face him, his head left you little wiggle room, resorting to resting your cheek against his slightly messy hair. “it’s better when we win…”

"we won five... no, six games before this one."

"exactly! we were on a streak!" you nearly whined, lips pressed out in a pout as xavier tilted his head. you could see his crystal blue eyes staring up at you from the corner of yours, unable to read him – until he let out another soft laugh.

"you were cute though," xavier mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of your neck again, his breath tickling your slightly exposed skin as his fingers tugged the shoulder of your top down just enough. "still are."

"this is not cute... oh," you protested before his soft lips pressed against your skin, parted and planting a slow, meticulous kiss on your shoulder. then another at the base of your neck, and along the edge of your jawline, effortless, distracting.

"what was that love?"

"you're messing with me again."

you could feel xavier grin against your skin, nuzzling below your jaw again, his words a soft mumble.

"mm maybe i am," he lifted his head, leaning over the back of the sofa a little more, seeking your gaze. "but you aren't grumpy anymore"

heat rushed to your cheeks when you realized that his sneaky plan worked and faced away, the pout on your lips earning a soft laugh from him.

"well now i am... at you."

despite his shenanigans, you had to bite your cheek to prevent a smile from creeping on your face, arms crossed over your chest. for a split second, you worry xavier took you seriously - but when his hands slide up your arms, finding your shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze, you have to fight back your laugh.

“i can handle that,” xavier murmured with surprising softness, planting a kiss atop your head. “how about i make it up to you. we can watch a movie and i’ll grab all the snacks you want, you just relax.”

finally you let it out, hands coming up to rest atop his as he rubbed his thumbs over your shoulders. tilting your head back, you’re greeted with those shiny blue eyes and a smile that’s much too innocent, too sweet for your own good. xavier’s hair dangled as he stared down at you and it was equally as attractive as it was adorable — and you couldn’t help but admire all of it.

“tempting… but you could seal the deal with a kiss.”

you purse your lips, eyes closed in a playful, dramatic manner, anticipating a soft laugh or a teasing remark. instead, his hand escapes your grasp, fingers holding your chin, gentle yet sturdy.

before you could even question him, xavier’s lips met yours with a stolen breath, sinking back into the sofa as your lips danced in harmony, his fingers caressing your face as if something delicate, a flower to bloom.

it felt like an eternity before he let go, his ears flushed as he slid his hands from your hold, the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin. without a word, xavier disappeared behind you, leaving you breathless, pink and warm. and by the time you’ve gathered yourself, he’s already made his way around the sofa, snacks in his arms alongside the big blanket you always shared catching your eyes.

xavier laughs when he spots the sparkle in your eyes, arranging everything in the same way you two always did before turning to you, his arm wrapping around your now blanket clad form. he plants a kiss to your cheek, a gentle smile on his lips as he puts on your favorite movie.

you can feel his gaze on you as the first scene begins to play, fingers finding yours to interlock with yours under the blanket, and his soft words bring a smile to your face — one you couldn’t hide if you wanted to.

“i don’t think we ever lose.”