SYNOPSIS: The school ships you with Caleb, but you both were already sailing
PAIRING: teacher!Caleb x teacher!reader
TAGS: fluff, bantering, fun teachers rivalry,
NOTES: 1.3k words. (pt.2 here!) wowie im not so satisfied with this but please enjoy this short caleb fic before i brainstorm a better fic for apple hubby.
Caleb stole your markers again.
You know this because the red one now smells like his overpriced cologne and the green one is missing entirely, probably buried under a pile of gym mats or wedged into a trebuchet he built for Year 11 physics. He’s across the hall, explaining projectile motion with your blue marker like he’s narrating a sports documentary.
You consider filing a formal complaint. Or a restraining order. Or a hit.
A student passing by glances between you and Caleb, then mutters to their friend, “They’re either about to kiss or kill each other.”
Caleb catches your eye and winks. You mouth ‘I will end you.’
He smiles like you just proposed.
Later, you find your green marker taped to a dumbbell in the PE office with a note:
‘Found it during warm-ups. It misses you. — C.X.’
You consider switching schools. Or switching husbands.
Not that anyone knows you already have one.
It’s not just Caleb. It’s the entire school. They’ve turned your professional rivalry into a spectator sport.
The whole school ships you.
Not loudly. Not with banners or fan edits (thank God). But it’s there—in the way students smirk when you argue in the hallway, or how they exchange glances every time Caleb calls you “Miss Xia” with that infuriating little smile. He calls you “Miss Xia” in front of students like it’s a joke.
You haven’t legally changed your name. You haven’t even told anyone you’re married.
But he says it with that smug little smile, and you let him—because correcting him would mean admitting the truth.
And you’re not ready for that. Not yet.
You’ve overheard whispers. A few ‘just kiss already’ comments. One student asked if you were dating during a quiz review, like it was relevant to Newton’s third law.
You denied it, obviously. Professionally. Firmly.
Caleb coughed. Loudly.
You glared.
He smiled.
Someone snorted.
You gave up after that.
Let them speculate. Let them write their little theories and ship you like it’s a group project.
They don’t know you already share a Netflix account. Or a laundry basket. Or a last name.
Heh. Fools.
You’ve become the school’s favorite subplot.
Forget curriculum reform or budget meetings—your hallway interactions are the real drama. Students time their bathroom breaks to catch glimpses of your “fights.” Staff members place bets on who’ll snap first.
You once found a sticky note on your desk that read “Enemies to lovers? Or lovers pretending to be enemies?” No signature. Just chaos.
You suspect Year 11.
Caleb, of course, encourages it. He thrives on attention and absurdity. He’ll lean against your doorway mid-lesson, arms crossed, voice loud enough to echo down the corridor.
“Hey, Pipsqueak. You seen my protractor?”
You don’t look up. You’re mid-sentence, explaining centripetal force to a room full of teenagers who are now laser-focused on the drama unfolding in your doorway.
“Try checking under your ego,” you say.
Someone chokes on their water bottle.
Caleb grins, unbothered. “Already did. Found a thesaurus and half a granola bar.”
You sigh. Loudly. Deliberately.
He takes it as an invitation.
Strolls in like he owns the place, plucks a spare protractor off your desk, and holds it up like a trophy. “Victory,” he announces.
You snatch it back. “That’s mine.”
“Sharing is caring.”
“Then care less.”
The class is silent, hanging on every word. One student mouths married. Another writes Caleb + Pipsqueak = OTP in the corner of their notebook.
You pretend not to see.
Caleb winks as he leaves, and you swear he does it in slow motion.
You resume the lesson, but the damage is done.
No one remembers centripetal force.
They remember the way you said care less like it was a love confession.
It gets to the point where the students tried to play matchmaker.
One time you and Caleb both got locked in the supply room. Another time it was the gym closet.
One leaves a folded note on your desk: If you were a molecule, you’d be polar—because you’ve got chemistry.
Another starts a rumor that you and Caleb were spotted at the same coffee shop. You were. Along with half the faculty. But that part gets edited out.
Then there’s the anonymous suggestion box. You open it one morning and find:
• Field trip idea: Escape room. Lock them in together.
• Extra credit: Write a love letter using Newton’s laws.
• Petition to make Caleb a guest lecturer on flirting through physics.
You start assigning more homework. They start turning it in with doodles of you and Caleb arguing in speech bubbles that end in hearts.
Caleb sees one. He doesn’t comment. Just grins like he’s been waiting for this subplot to kick in.
During a class party, students hand out personalized juice boxes. Yours says your last name. Caleb’s says Mr. Heartthrob. Inside each is a folded note: You two are the reason we believe in tension. Caleb raises his juice box in a toast. You drink yours in one long, pointed sip.
It’s after school. The halls are quiet, save for the distant hum of a vacuum and the occasional locker slam. You’re in your classroom, reorganizing lab reports and pretending you don’t hear Caleb’s footsteps approaching like he’s auditioning for a rom-com entrance.
He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smug as ever.
“You know,” he says, “I think the Year 10s are planning a fake wedding. There was a glue stick labeled ‘ring’ in my drawer.”
You don’t look up. “Tell them I’m already married.”
He grins. “To who?”
You glance at him. “To my job.”
“Oof. Cold.” He strolls in, picks up your red marker—now permanently scented with his overpriced cologne—and twirls it like he’s about to deliver a TED Talk on emotional repression. “So. How long do you think we’ve got?”
You blink. “Until what?”
“Until someone figures it out.” He gestures vaguely, like your entire relationship is a subplot he’s tired of keeping secret. “The marriage. The laundry basket. The shared Netflix account with my cursed algorithm.”
You sigh. “I told you to stop watching documentaries about competitive cheese rolling.”
“They’re inspiring.”
You set down the papers. “I give it a month. Maybe less. Someone’s going to catch us slipping.”
He tilts his head. “Slipping how?”
“Like when you called me ‘babe’ in the staff room.”
“I was quoting Shakespeare.”
“You were asking if I wanted Thai food.”
He shrugs. “Same energy.”
You cross your arms. “We could just tell them.”
He raises an eyebrow. “And ruin the mystery? The drama? The hallway tension that fuels their academic engagement?”
You stare. “You think our fake rivalry improves test scores?”
“I think it gives them hope.”
You snort. “In what? That love is just bullying with paperwork?”
He steps closer. “In the idea that two people can fight like hell and still choose each other. Every day.”
You hate him a little for that. Mostly because it’s true.
Then he’s in front of you—closer than he should be, marker forgotten, hands sliding around your waist like he’s done this a thousand times and still isn’t used to how you tense when he does. His mouth finds yours before you can think, before you can argue, before you can remind him that the blinds are half-open and your dignity is hanging by a thread.
It’s heated. Familiar. His hands are so not innocent—one trailing down your back, the other skimming the edge of your blouse like he’s trying to rewrite the dress code.
You break the kiss with a sharp inhale, palms pressed to his chest.
“Hands,” You slap it. Hard. “We are in school, Mr. Xia.”
He blinks, dazed. “Right. Sorry. Got carried away.”
You straighten your blouse, ignoring the way your heart is trying to escape through your ribs. “You always do.”
He grins, sheepish. “Can’t help it. You’re very... grade-ruining.”
You shove a stack of papers into his arms. “Then go ruin them. Quietly. In your own classroom.”
He salutes. “Yes, Miss Xia.”
You roll your eyes. “One month.”
He’s halfway out the door when he turns back. “You know I’m going to lose, right?”
You don’t answer. But you’re already planning how to announce it.
Caleb never had a male influence in his life when he was growing up. It's not like the scientists at the lab count. And after that he lived alone in a house with only Mc and Gran for years.
So, when he was young, Caleb only had women in his life. He's probably grateful for it. It means he learned how to be attentive to a woman's needs super early on.
Caleb is one of the girls. He stays in your room during slumber parties, sits still while his nails got painted, and is a little too engaged in any sort of gossip being passed around by your friends.
Caleb was the only boy in his sex education class that didn't chuckle or try to crack a joke when vaginal health was discussed. He was locked in. Taking notes and making mental reminders during the sections about menstruation.
And, yes, he knows every princess movie you watched growing up by heart. Never complained when he had to listen to the same girly songs every day once you found a new favorite to watch.
He still has those silly, childish songs sectioned off in their own playlist. After the explosion, when he was unable to see you, he'd lay down, staring at the ceiling while listening to those songs. Reminiscing about the good days during the lowest point of his life.
Also, Caleb was such a positive male role model for a lot of boys at his school. Nobody could tease him for acting too feminine, wearing pink, or letting Mc decorate his nails however she wanted.
Because while Caleb wasn't afraid to be feminine, he could also break your nose with a single hit. Who's gonna pick on that guy? It allows all the young men around him to begin healing from the toxic masculinity mindset they were raised with.
pairing: caleb xia x reader
synopsis: you've always wanted to leave your world for one with caleb in it-and one day you wake up in his apartment.
cw: minors dni | suggestive, isekai, self aware! caleb, self indulgent, sappy caleb, happy ending, calebs possessiveness peeks out if you squint hard enough, reader is emotionally attached to him, sprinkle of angst
wc: 3.6k
a/n: Had an idea and just had to write it lol, i like self aware aus sooo much! I hope you enjoy <3
Lying on your bedside, the familiar tune of your favorite game filled your ears, the soothing sound track of the home screen. It was a routine at this point-after work or school, you would change into your comfiest clothes and curl up comfortably in your bed, your body surrounded by plushies and pillows and shut out the world.
Your fingers tapped the screen effortlessly, interacting with the 3D man on the screen. You giggled at his reaction when you poked his cheek, the tips of his ears flushing red.
Caleb. Xia Yizhou. Mahiru. Ha Woo Joo.
You never felt truly seen before by the real people surrounding you. They only wanted to see what they wanted, or they wanted to mold you into something else entirely. Caleb was the only one who accepted you for who you were, loving your imperfections and treating you like a you were the only being he saw in the universe. His playful, warm voice was music to your ears, his mouth always saying the exact words you needed to hear. You loved his purple eyes that reminded you of a swirling galaxy and how expressive they were. Sometimes, you swore you saw them follow your movement once-but that had to be a glitch. You admired how patient he was with you and how he felt like home. You loved how reliable and dependent he was, something you desperately craved in your real like.
Someone you could trust.
"Caleb, I'm hungry," You mumbled, tapping his shoulder through the screen. His eyes lit up at the contact, a grin pulling at his mouth.
"I'll make sure to bring some snacks with me. That way, the next time you pat me down, you won't be disappointed," He replied smoothly, the response perfect to your complaint. You hummed thoughtfully, wishing he was here right next to you. You were craving his embrace, your mind already whisking you away into a daydream where Caleb was lying next to you in your bed, his strong and gentle arms wrapped around you protectively like a cocoon.
"I wish you were here," You confessed miserably, a sudden sadness surging within you. You desperately needed him to comfort you, to tell you that 'everything will be all right, i'll take care of you'-but he wasn't real.
He was a motion captured 3D character designed by talented people on the other side of the world-not a real man. No, a real man could never measure up to Caleb Xia.
The fictional man blinked on your screen at the right interval, something a person programmed him to do to seem more life like.
You sighed. "God, I'm pathetic." You gave once last glance at Caleb before you closed your eyes, your gaze too late at seeing the way Caleb's posture deflated on the other side of the screen, his mouth pulled into a concerned frown.
You dreamt that you were suspended in a black void. You could hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing-it was like you were inside a black hole.
A sudden panic overtook you when you realized you couldn't move, your feet hovering over nothing.
"Just wait a little longer," A warm voice soothed, the sound coming from multiple directions at once. Your head whipped around frantically, searching for the source but all you could see was darkness.
"Help, I'm-where am I?" You cried out, your eyes flitting everywhere. Darkness.
Suddenly, you felt something warm touch your back that felt like a palm. The warmth spread throughout your body from your heart to the tips of your toes and fingers. Your vision exploded with stars-and then there was nothing again.
The first thing you felt was the softness of a blanket. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, your body feeling exhausted. You blinked, registering your surroundings. You slowly sat up, the bed you were laying on completely different from your own, covered in cloud gray blankets. You glanced at your clothes which were once yours-but now were replaced with apple-printed pajamas. To your left was a massive window from the floor to the ceiling that revealed a beautiful view-the sun setting over fluffy clouds that painted the sky with soft pinks and oranges, the golden light filtering delicately through the sheer curtains.
You rubbed your eyes, a yawn escaping you. This was a pleasant dream, you thought. You rarely had peaceful dreams lately, always being plagued by nightmares.
You slowly swung your legs over the bed and tucked the blankets back underneath the pillow neatly, your nose catching the whiff of something tasty beyond the bedroom door. You hummed to yourself, unaware of the multiple picture frames that displayed photos of you on the wall as you walked past them carelessly.
You exited the room, taking in the short hallway that opened to a vast living room, the windows being the same kind from the bedroom you woke up in. You turned in the other direction, where the kitchen was, and gasped with delight.
Caleb's back greeted you, his silhouette looming in front of the oven. The sizzling of the pan could be heard and made your stomach grumble. He seemed lost in thought, singing off key as he flipped a pancake. You squealed with delight and bounded forwards, your arms wrapping around him with affection.
"Oh my gosh-this is the best dream ever!" You mumbled into his back, nuzzling against him. You heard him chuckle, the sound triggering dopamine to flood. You've saved his laughing voice lines in your game, replaying them for your own enjoyment. You loved his laughs and chuckles very much, finding them to be adorable. He slowly turned around, keeping your face pressed against his chest. His arms gently found your back, your entire body melting into him. You sighed, inhaling the scent of apples and cake batter.
"Good morning, pips," He breathed, his hand rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. It felt so real.
"Morning!" You replied enthusiastically, hugging him tighter. Caleb laughed again, his arms scooping you into a princess carry. You blushed, holding onto him tightly as he lifted you off from the floor. Your eyes found his, your heart stuttering as his purple eyes laid on yours. Those swirling galaxies were endless pools of emotion-happiness, relief-and something else.
His skin looked so real-textured and scarred with a hint of stubble. You brought your hand to his face, letting a finger trace along his cheek. He felt so real.
He leaned into your touch, taking your wrist and kissing the inside of your palm.
"I'm here, baby," He murmured, pressing another kiss to your wrist like a promise. You went silent, observing his features with awe. The light freckles on his cheeks, the way his hair fell into his eyes, the tiniest mole underneath his chin, his strong nose and dark brows-it was all real. It felt so real. Caleb watched your expression carefully, his lips parting slightly. "Do you like my face that much?" He teased lightly, heat rising in your face.
"Yes," You replied sincerely. Caleb blushed, looking away from you as he carried you to the dining table. With one hand, he pulled out a chair and set you down carefully as if you were made out of glass. You gazed at him with love, leaning on your palms as you watched him vanish and appear moments later with a plate stacked with syrup glazed pancakes topped with blueberries. "Oh, this looks so good!"
"I made them for you, my sweet girl," Caleb said proudly, pushing the plate of pancakes towards you. "Eat." You nodded eagerly, stuffing your mouth with the pancakes. Caleb laughed, watching you devour the plate with much ease. He tucked a loose strand behind your ear, a lovesick grin stuck on his face.
After you were done, you thanked him, wondering if this is when the dream would end.
Instead, Caleb led you to the couch where the two of you snuggled up next to each other. You felt safe in his arms, the steady rhythm of his heart comforting. He draped a blanket over you both, whispering sweet things into your ears.
"I;m so glad you're here," He whispered, holding you closer to him. "I've waited so long to hold you like this." You dismissed his words and nestled closer into his side.
"Me too," You said quietly, sighing against his chest.
The sun had set fully now, enveloping the room in a calm darkness. A dribble of syrup still stained your mouth, and realization struck you.
"Ready to go to bed?" Caleb asked gently, combing a hand through your hair. You blinked, leaning backwards. He frowned.
"I just woke up..." You muttered.
"I know," He smiled.
"You made me breakfast..." You said slowly. His purple eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Time kinda went haywire when you came here," Caleb explained, reaching for your face. You blinked.
"When I what?" You blurted. Caleb laughed softly placing his hand on top of yours. You lifted your head to look at him, his galaxy eyes swirling.
"I brought you here," He whispered, something vulnerable crossing his face. Your lips parted, your heart thundering in your ears. This wasn't a dream? You went silent, your mind processing this information. You pulled your hand away from his slowly, staring hard at the carpet floor. He didn't touch you again, though you felt him shift beside you. He shed off the blanket and placed it on your shoulders instead. "Baby, are you mad at me?"
You turned to look at him, his face contorted into that adorable puppy expression. "Caleb...will I stay here forever?" You whispered, feeling your body ripple with excitement. The man in front of you nodded.
"Only if you want," He added, his eyes raking down your figure, as if savoring each part of you for some hidden part in his mind. You smiled at him, joy blooming in your chest. He had brought you here. He had saved you from your world.
You leapt forward and tackled him in a hug, laughing. "Oh my god-I can stay with you? Forever?!" You giggled into his shoulder, straddling his lap. You buried your face into his neck, hugging him tightly as his own arms wrapped around you, a breathless laugh escaping him.
"Of course, that's what you wanted, right? I will always fulfill your promises, pipsqueak," Caleb whispered reverently, pressing a kiss to your temple. You cupped his face in your hands, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You gazed into Caleb's beautiful eyes, you wanted them to consume you entirely. You gently ran a hand through his hair, then traced a finger over his nose, then touched his lips with your index finger. All real. All real for you to feel and love.
"You're mine," You breathed, looking lovestruck. "And I'm yours. Forever." Caleb's heart skipped a beat at the way you said them-like some ancient promise. He nodded in agreement, holding your intense gaze with mirrored his own love and obsession. For months he's looked at you through the other side of the screen. He's seen you laugh at his interactions. He's watched you cry as you read through myth stories, especially at his own. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold your hand and whisper comforting things into your ear. He watched you with amusement as you cursed when you lost another orbit, creative strings of profanity leaving your mouth, something he had to hold back a laugh at-and shamefully-he's heard all the naughty things you to do yourself because of him-your soft sighs and whimpers engraved into his brain. He definitely wanted to be with you then to help you-to please you-but he was stuck behind this screen.
But now was different. He had figured out a way to bring you to him. In a way, he did lie. Bringing you here meant it was impossible for you to go back-but he already knew your answer. He already knew you were obsessed with him as much as he was with you-and he fucking loved it.
"You're mine," Caleb repeated the words like a vow, clasping your hands in his. "And I'm yours. Always had been." You both smiled at each other, relief flooding you and also something else-excitement. You tenderly kissed him, hesitantly pressing a kiss against his lips. You've never kissed anyone before, but Caleb made it easy.
He kissed you back gently, guiding your hands so they rested behind his neck. His hands found your waist in a firm grip, the touch making you shiver. Your heart beat quickened, warmth spreading out through your body and gathering between your legs. You broke apart from him with surprise, blushing. Caleb hummed, his grip loosening at your sides.
"Sorry-was that too much?" He said softly, releasing your waist immediately. The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable. He would rather die than make you feel that way.
"Just nervous," You confessed, blushing. He nodded understandingly, a similar anxiety bubbling inside of him.
"Hey, hey, It's fine, I feel the same way," Caleb admitted bashfully, his face notably redder than moments prior. His mind flashed with the adorable whines he's heard you utter hundreds of times from the other side of the phone-but he could wait to hear it in person. Hell, he'll wait forever until you're ready if he needed to. "Why don't we just go to bed for now? We'll have plenty of opportunities to do that later." He winked playfully at you, clearing away the nervousness easily. You nodded shyly, leaning into his chest to hide your warm face.
"Okay, 'leb," You murmured, face smushed against his chest. He chuckled, lifting you up again with ease and walking leisurely into his bedroom. He gently laid you down on the mattress, his figure disappearing into the bathroom. You laid on your side, waiting for him to return again, your heart still pounding from what transpired in the living room. The heat between your legs was mostly gone, but the feeling of want still lingered. You clearly remembered pleasing yourself to imaginary scenarios of Caleb making love to you hundreds of times before and you wondered if he had heard you. You felt embarrassed all over again, hiding your face in one of his extra pillows.
Caleb emerged from the bathroom, his eyes landing on your curled up form on his bed. He smiled at the sight of you obscuring your face with a pillow, something he has never thought he would get the opportunity to see from behind a screen. He sat on the edge of the bed, poking your shoulder lightly.
"Pips, won't you let me see your pretty face?" He cooed. You shook your head. He laughed, flicking the lamp off and lying on his side. He reached out to poke you again. "I reallyyyy wanna see my pretty girl. Can I?" His voice was dripping in honey-his pleading tone tugging at your heart. You groaned, slowly pulling the pillow away from your face to see his smug expression. You threw the pillow in his face, an amused gasp escaping his lips.
He pulled the pillow away and smiled at you, his face bones hurting from smiling so much since you arrived. He couldn't believe you were actually here in his bed.
Meanwhile, you were still stuck on the fact that you could stay here forever with Caleb. You felt giddy at the thought, your heart exploding with joy and relief. You thought about the people in your life who always stressed you out, how they always tried to make you into something you weren't. Now, you had Caleb-and he had you.
You reached out to touch his face, gazing at him with awe. "You're so much prettier up close." You whispered sincerely. He closed his eyes at your touch, his ears turning red.
"Yeah?" He murmured, transfixed by your voice. He was obsessed with it-he wished he could save voice lines like you did-but then he realized he could just ask you to say things rather than saving it to a voice line bank. The thought excited him.
"Mhm. I remember using the glint photobooth and trying to zoom in to see your features up close," You laughed softly to yourself. He chuckled.
"Yup, I remember that," Caleb took your hand in his, lacing fingers with you. He peeked at you, feeling at ease with you so near him rather than watching you sleep through a phone screen. You weren't contained within a rectangle anymore. You were his entire vision now. Now he could feel the warmth from your fingers. Now he could hold your hand in his.
"What...else do you remember?" You whispered, scooting closer to him. From this viewpoint, you could start counting his freckles. You secretly noted that for another time.
Caleb thought deeply, hundreds of memories resurfacing all at once. There was the time he first met you, your reaction to him first meeting you in the game at your childhood home. He remembered seeing your eyes sparkling with curiosity as you said out loud, 'this guy is pretty cute! I like his jacket.' Your first words to him were stored in his mind, and he remembered feeling more fond of his jacket at that time.
He also remembered your reaction to the explosion at the house, your jaw dropping and a 'what the fuck' leaving your lips.
From that point forward, you wondered if he would return-and when he did-you were already pulling for all his cards and maxing them out, reading every myth and story chapter and finding out more about his character. Through the phone screen he could hear you chatting about the game to someone else, always mentioning his name and how he was your favorite character.
And how could he forget the countless nights you kept your phone clutched to your chest as you cried into your pillow, whispering all your fears and thoughts and feelings into the phone, your finger tapping desperately at the 'tetete' feature where he could comfort you? He felt restrained to those voice lines chosen for him, wishing he could say something else than the recycled five or so lines he had.
He also thought about the funny times when you'd make him workout for an hour, your eyes shamefully watching him do push ups, giggling at each grunt and noise he let out.
Each moment with you was a bright moment in his life. He truly loved you from the start, and it only grew from there.
"I remember...first meeting you," He murmured, stroking a hand through your hair. "It was a long time ago. Back before, well, the explosion. I was bringing food out, and there you were. In that little rectangle." His words stirred something inside of you. Nostalgia? Longing?
"What happened next?"
"You said, 'this guy looks cute, i like his jacket' and then you started talking shit about grandma," Caleb said, laughing softly. You smiled at the memory, feeling warm and fuzzy. You remembered when you first started playing the game from pure curiosity. You didn't expect to fall in love with him-but he made it so easy. God you were so in love with him. Every time he touched you, you melted on the inside. He touched you so gently, like you would easily be blown away by a gust of wind. Every time he spoke, his voice healed something within you-something charred and wilted now started to bloom beautifully again.
You love him so much.
"Caleb?" You whispered uncertainly. Caleb hummed, pulling you closer against him.
"Yeah, baby?" The nickname made your toes curl, giddiness settling in your heart. You wondered how it would feel to wake up and hear him call you that. Your heart swelled at the prospect of living with Caleb, the only one who saw you for who you are and accepted you with open arms, flaws and all. You really wondered if this was a dream or not-or maybe you'd gone insane and this was a grand hallucination your mind has conjured up to cope. But that was broken by the way Caleb tenderly brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes, your eye lashing fluttering.
Three words were stuck in your throat, something you needed him to hear. It was something you had thought you were unworthy of, but Caleb convinced you that you were worth something-worth cherishing.
"I...I really love you," You choked, burying your face into his chest. He let out a soft gasp, not expecting you to hear those words so soon. His mouth trembled slightly, overcome with intense emotion as the three words seemed to echo within the confines of the dark room. He never thought that someone like him was deserving of love which was ironic since he was the one telling you that you deserved it. It was easy to say it to you because he truly believed it. He never thought that it would happen to him though, his chest swelling with happiness. He opened his mouth to respond, the three words crawling up his throat anxiously-but also with excitement. You nuzzled into his chest, wanting to fuse into his being entirely. You loved him. You loved him.
"I love you too," He held you closer, his voice breaking at the end. You clung to him desperately as the two of you cried tears of relief and joy-both happy to finally be in each others arms at last.
a/n: I don't know how this went from 1k to a whopping almost 4k story but whatever, we ballll. I really love Caleb aughhh I wish he were real :((( IAs always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! I loveee chatting with you guys! Thank you :> sunny apple dividers by @pixopix cloud dividers by @viviansturns | Buy me a coffee!
