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Rafayel is the type of boyfriend to take you on a date to the aquarium and point at a fish and say “awww this one looks like you!” ☺️

And then the fish looks like this:

Clingy Sylus Texts

Clingy Sylus

Sylus was always a bit clingy. Even before you two officially started dating he had always been more than enthusiastic to have you by his side. But now that you were official, his need to have you by his side was constant.

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You were sitting at your desk finishing some work when your phone buzzed. Checking the caller ID you saw that it was none other than your boyfriend, Sylus.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep right now? It’s too early for you to be getting into trouble.” You teased.

“You always seem to think I’m up to no good kitten. Have you ever thought that I might be calling because I miss you?” He taunts back.

“Still, you’re usually in bed by now. Don’t you think it’s a bit late to be missing me?” You say while putting away some folders.

“I could say the same about you. I thought we agreed on fixing your sleep schedule, no more work or coffee after 8 pm. And if I’m guessing I’d have to say you’ve broken both those rules by now. ”

You eye the empty mug on your desk then hop up out of your seat to look out the window.

“Have you been sending Mephisto to spy on me again? And don’t turn this around on me, we were talking about you!”

Sylus chuckles, “Don’t worry sweetie, I haven’t been spying much, I just know you too well.”

You roll your eyes silently. “Anyway back to what I was saying, why are you awake?”

Silence fills the room for a moment before Sylus quietly mumbles, “I can’t sleep… without you.”

You softened at his words, but quickly regained composure as you knew where this was heading. “Sy, you know I cant-“

“Please come over kitten, I miss you.” He pleaded into the phone.

“I have work tomorrow! I can’t miss it and you know that.” You scolded.

“Come on sweetie, just tonight? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” You could practically see the smirk he had on his face.

While the thought of having Sylus hold and caress you in all sorts of place excited you, you had a special mission tomorrow and Captain Jenna would surely have your head if you called off work again.

“I’m sorry Sy, you know I’d love to but this mission is really important and-“

“How much?”

Confused you questioned, “What?”

“How much kitten? I’ll pay anything to get over here and by my side tonight.” He was on the edge now. “We don’t have to do anything, all I want is to hold you close next to me and I’ll pay any amount of money to make that happen.”

“You know I’m not some thing you can rent whenever you please right? I have my own schedule too!” You reproached, slightly offended at his offer to “buy” your time.

He sighed, “I’m sorry Sweetie, I only meant that I’d do absolutely anything to hold you in my arms for a few hours.”

Feeling guilty for your small outburst you apologized, “Of course, I’m sorry. But I just can’t make it tonight Sy…”

“Not even if I won you all those plushies you wanted from the claw machine?”

“Not even if you won me all those plushies” you laughed

Another defeated sigh could be heard through the other side. “Alright alright. Could you at least grant me the pleasure of staying on the phone until I fall asleep though?”

You chuckled lightly, “Of course Sylus.”

Massage

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“And the winning bid goes to Mister Sylus!” The screen announces. I turn my head away from my phone to face Sylus.

“Are you really just going to bid all night?” I ask.

“Well it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do now, kitten.” He says, standing up and tilting his head back.

“Why are you even here? Don’t you have business to attend to?” You say, also making your way off the couch.

“You didn’t book the entire hotel. I had the money and there was a vacant room.” He shrugs, avoiding your question.

You roll your eyes and make your way back to the couch to continue scrolling on your phone. Sylus does the same and rests his head on the back of the couch, slightly groaning at the stretch it gives his neck.

Noticing this you inquire, “Why do you keep stretching your neck? Do you have back problems or something?”

Sylus stands up and makes his way towards you, placing his hand on your head and tilting it down lightly. “Try leaving your head like this for hours and see how you feel afterwards kitten.”

You move his hand from your head and look up at him. “I never realized looking down at so many people would be such a problem for you. Poor thing.” You sarcastically reply, rolling your eyes at him.

Sylus doesn’t reply and instead retreats back to his seat on the couch where he continues to rub his neck.

“Ughh” he groans, rolling his head back and forth.

“Are you just gonna sit there and moan? Why don’t you take you millions to a massage chair.” You tease.

“That’s a great idea kitten, why don’t you come over here and rub my neck for me?” He smirks.

“I meant a real masseuse Sylus.” You say rolling your eyes at him.

“But you’re right here, why go through the hassle? Come on sweetie,” he pats his shoulder, “just give me a little massage, I’ll even do you afterwards if you’d like.”

Giving in to his teasing you get up and stand behind him. “Fine. But you can’t sue me if I break your neck or something…” you begin gently working your fingers on his scalp.

“Oh sweetie” he shivers. “I’d love to see you try.”

Pressing your fingers harder against his neck to really knead into his muscles, you find it harder to reach his shoulders through his sweater.

Taking note of this Sylus asks, “Having trouble sweetie? I can remove this if you’d like.” He motions to his sweater.

“N-no! It’s alright I can manage…” you mumble, flustered at his obvious flirting.

“I insist, after all what kind of masseuse would you be if you couldn’t even manage to get my shoulders?” And with that he swiftly removes the grey sweater, showing off his bare torso entirely to you.

“You’re so irritating sometimes…” you whisper, running your hands along his bare shoulders.

He doesn’t reply, instead letting out a low moan at your touch.

“Ohh right there sweetie.”

The sounds send shivers down your spine and you decide that you’d like to hear more of those sweet sounds from him.

You’re tracing your hand down his chest when all of a sudden he grabs your wrist.

“And what do you think you’re doing sweetie?”

“Nothing! I was just going to massage-“

You’re quickly cut off by him flipping you over the couch and pinning you down.

“Really, that’s the story you’re going for? If you wanted to feel me up you could’ve just asked.” He teased, grabbing your hand and running along his chest.

“What! No I- you’re the one who wanted me to massage you in the first place!” You accuse, pointing at him.

“Hmm… This is true, but I’m not the one who got carried away with my wandering touches.” He growls into your ear.

Blushing furiously, you turn your head to the side so he won’t be able to see your face. “Ok ok! Just let me up so I can finish your massage now!”

He grabs your chin and turns your face to his.

“Oh no kitten, it’s your turn now.”

Zayne HCs pt.2

I had to make a part two of his head cannons because I just watched his Eternal Attachment play through and AHHHHSKFHDJDHKSHFKSHFKSHFK

Anywayyys I wrote this after watching the Medical Rescue Memoria play through which is why they may seem a little bit angsty but overall FLUFF FOR THE WIN!!!

Enjoy!

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-Zayne who calls you whenever he’s having a bad day, because your voice puts him at ease.

-Zayne who comes home more quiet than usual whenever a surgery was unsuccessful that day.

-Zayne who finds comfort in laying on your chest and having you brush your fingers through his hair.

-Zayne who is so scared of losing you that he always touches a pulse point whenever you two are close, just to remind himself that you’re there.

-Zayne who instantly relaxes as soon as he sees you, and has to hold himself back from wrapping you in his arms right there in public.

-Zayne who feels bad that his work hours don’t allow him to see you often enough, so he gives you a spare key to his home, hoping you’ll drop by more often.

-Zayne who daydreams about spending his life with you during unimportant moments of his day.

-Zayne who keeps any gifts you give him in a special drawer, so he can pull them out and appreciate them when you’re not there.

-Zayne who never corrects anyone who assumes you’re his partner, because he likes the way it sounds and hopes one day it’ll be true.

Let me Take Care of You

(Zayne x reader fluff)

Zayne rubbed his tired eyes as he leaned back in his office chair. It was nearly one in the morning and he was exhausted from the long day of work. As he stood up to begin packing his things from the day, he heard a knock at the door.

Before he could tell the person on the other side to enter, the door opened on its own.

“Doctor Zayne! Have time to squeeze in an extra appointment?” You playfully asked.

“Love? What are you doing here it’s late. Did something happen? Are you hurt?” Worry creeped into his tone as your abrupt visit had given him the impression that something was wrong.

“No I’m fine silly! I just thought I could pick you up from work! If you haven’t eaten yet we can grab some takeout from that noodle place. I hear they just updated their dessert menu too!”

Still unmoved from his spot at the door he stared at you dumbfounded. “You came all the way here from across Linkon to pick me up?”

“And get you food! I know how tired you get after your shifts and since I didn’t have anything going on I thought I’d pay my favorite doctor a visit.” You chirped. “Are you almost ready to leave?”

Zayne was completely baffled. No one had ever been so thoughtful towards him. The thought of you taking the time to travel all across Linkon at this hour just to make sure he ate and made it home safe made his heart fuzzy.

“I was actually just packing up. You know you didn’t have to come all this way. I’m perfect capable of transporting and feeding myself.”

Not backing down from his stubbornness you replied, “Of course you can, you’re brilliant. But sometimes I want to take care of you too. You spoil me all the time so it’s only fair that you let me do the same.”

Turning away to hide his reddened face he insisted, “You really didn’t have to-“

Reaching up to turn his face toward you, you insisted, “I want to Zayne. You don’t have to be so tough all the time. Just let me do this for you. Please?”

Finally giving in he sighed and leaned into you. “Since you’re so insistent I guess I’ll let you have this one.”

“Thanks Zayne.” You said, giving him a light kiss on the shoulder.

“No… Thank you.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. Whispering in your ear, “Now, where’s our first destination, Miss Hunter?”

Soft Sylus HCs

- Sylus Whose always watching you whether it be through Mephisto or the twins, to make sure you’re safe.

- Sylus who’s always trying to impress you by buying you extravagant gifts using his black card or taking you to exotic places on his private jet.

- Sylus who loves to tease you by giving you cute nicknames like kitten or sweetie.

- Sylus who always wants you near him and finds any excuse to get you to come over.

- Sylus who sends you several texts throughout the day when you’re not with him so he can feel a little closer to you even when you’re not there.

- Sylus who only shows his soft side to you, letting himself be a little more vulnerable in your company day by day.

- Sylus who melts under your touch and uses any excuse to be close to you. Whether it be going extra fast on his bike so you have to hold onto him tighter, or pinning you down while training with you.

- Sylus who gets jealous whenever someone who isn’t him has your attention. (Even if it’s Mephisto)

- Sylus who will drop everything the moment you need him. Calling him in the middle of a deal? Deals off. Wanting to see him while he’s at a meeting? Meeting is over and he’s on the way to your place.

Ick

(A short crack fic)

Ok don’t get me wrong, I love Zayne with ALL of my heart but I can totally see him being the type of guy to say something like “oh have did you recently start your menstrual cycle?” Whenever you’re being moody.

BUT NOT IN A MEAN PATRONIZING WAY AT ALL!!!

This man is a doctor, and im pretty sure he’s just always trying to find a rational explanation for everything. Which is why whenever you’re in a bit of a funk it’s his first logical explanation you know?

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It had been a long day at work with the Hunters association. First you missed your bus to work, then when you finally ran in you bumped into Tara who spilled her drink all over you, and then it started raining on the way home when you didn’t even have an umbrella.

Finally home, you just wanted to dry off and relax with your loving boyfriend, Zayne. You reached into your bag to fish out your keys but they weren’t there.

“Oh what the hell!”

You began dumping all of the contents from your purse onto the ground hoping to find the keys to unlock your apartment but there was no luck.

“Damnit…”

You started to shove all your belongings back into your purse when the front door opened slightly.

“Love? I thought I heard something rustling around out here. What are you doing on the floor?”

Scrambling to get back on your feet, you quickly stepped inside your warm home and began slipping your shoes off.

“Lost my keys…” you mumbled, not even bothering to look up at him as you said so.

“Oh of course.” He chided, looking up and down at your soaked clothes. “You know you should really change out of those. You could get sick if you keep them on.”

“Really? I was just thinking about getting into bed with these on.” You snapped.

“You seem to be upset…”

“What? Me? Never.” You sarcastically remarked.

“You’re definitely irritated. Have you perhaps started your menstrual cycle?”

“Excuse me?!” You were angry angry now. “You think just because I’m upset I’m suddenly on my period?! That’s so sexist! Besides, you know my period was last week anyway. Why would you think I suddenly started again?”

“Studies have shown that some periods can last up to-“

“ZAYNE!!!”

Missing You

A Zayne x Reader one shot

Zayne stepped inside your shared apartment letting out a sigh, tired from his long day of work . After hanging up his coat and slipping off his shoes he made his way to the kitchen where he expected to see you rummaging around, looking for snacks.

What he did not expect to see however, was you wearing his silk robe. He stood there admiring the way it looked on you. The way you tied it had shown off the curve of your waist and hips. The too-big sleeves slipped off your shoulders, exposing your slim neck. And the deep V of the robe had given him the perfect view of your chest, and the marks he had left there the night before.

“Oh, Zayne! I didn’t hear you come in.”

You jumped, setting down the cup of tea you had just been making.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said, eyes trailing down your body. “Looks like you had fun while I was away” He gestured to the robe.

“Oh! Well I- you were-“ you buried your face into your hands, unable to speak through the embarrassment. “Sorry…”

He gently removed your hands from your face, and placed a finger under your chin so you were now facing eachother. “Don’t be sorry. I think it looks nice on you. Although I do remember getting you your own, have you misplaced it?”

His hands now roamed around your waist, rubbing circles and squeezing lightly. “No I just… missed you.” You blushed.

The hands on your waist had come to a stop and now wondered there way to your back where he pulled you closer to him. “Missed me?” He smiled. “If I recall we were together this morning which was” he glanced down at his watch, “Less than 14 hours ago.”

“You make that sound like nothing! I haven’t seen you at all today and you expect me not to miss you?” You groan into his chest.

He smiles down at you, pulling you closer “I didn’t know my absence effected you so much”

“It’s just- I don’t feel as whole whenever you’re not with me you know?”

His teasing demeanor now gone, he pressed his forehead against yours. “I know.”

Looking up at him through your lashes you questioned, “you do?”

“I always miss you when we’re apart. Every time I leave for a surgery, every time you go off to fight Wanderers, every moment I’m not with you I feel like a piece of my heart is missing.”

Feeling your heart jump at his words you reached up and placed a hand on his cheek. “Zayne…“

He placed his hand on top of yours. “So if wearing my robe makes you feel a little bit closer to me then please feel free to go borrow it anytime.”

“Besides,” he mumbled, lowering his head down to your exposed neck “I quite like how it looks on you.”

Dating Zayne HCs

* BF Zayne who checks his phone first thing in the morning to see if he got a text from you

* BF Zayne who always orders extra sweets whenever you go out together so he can share with you

* BF Zayne who tracks your period and keeps extra boxes of pads and tampons in his home is you ever need them when you come over

* BF Zayne who loves holding you on his lap and playing with your hair when he reads

* BF Zayne who kisses your forehead and links pinkies with you as a small form of PDA

* BF Zayne who would send you emails reminding you when your next appointment with him is, or simply just emails reminding you to take care of yourself

* BF Zayne who’s the first one to take care of you when you’re sick. Lightly scolding you for not taking care of yourself while he lovingly dotes on you

* BF Zayne who takes you one dates to bakeries and libraries, letting you have the first bite of each treat or grabbing books too high up for you to reach

* BF Zayne who caresses your face with both hands when he kisses you, keeping you close to him only until you need air

* BF Zayne who melts when you run your fingers through his hair, leaning into your touch and humming softly and you massage his scalp

Xavier is a thigh biter/squeezer during sex. Especially when he is eating you out.

Caleb who follows you around, everywhere, all the time.

Caleb who wakes up before you every morning, preparing you breakfast- or even lunchbox if you have work that day. He takes pride in knowing your preferences, even if you never explicitly told him. With proud smirk placing it before you.

Caleb who binge watches/reades all the shows,books you ever talked about, both before and after dating. He immerses himself in everything that interests you, so he can love you better.

Caleb who swears he is not jealous type- he is.

Caleb who In crowded spaces, positions himself between you and others, acting as a barrier, for your safety- also because he wants to be close to you- he craves it- and if there's chance he is grabbing it straightaway.

Caleb who is always there to comfort you during tough time- it doesn't matter if you are just crying because you acrylic figure fell and broke- it hurts him to see you upset. And your new acrylic figure collection can't help but agree.

Caleb has a whole folder of your photos - all the photos on his phone are only pictures of you. He just finds you cute, ok?. snoring? he must record it, this is too adorable for his heart. just drinking water? he must take photo, this is future wife after all. You never even notice him taking pictures, he is so sleek with it...

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — AND THEIR HOBBIES IN FREE HOURS.

amongst the many hobbies of your beautiful hard working husband, one of them stood out the most: racing. zayne drives with such grace, he probably would have received 16 missed calls from whole cast of fast furious asking him to be part of the next movie. treating patients with such patience by day, racing by night… what a man! He can afford it after all, so why not? he is the type to make you fresh orange juice with pulp in the morning and then go outside drift so effortlessly, it makes professional racers question their entire careers. he doesn't even need a coach—he learns purely through vibes and sheer elegance. he steps into a car, smells the air, analyses, feels it, does a couple of stretches, and suddenly it's like watching poetry in motion. you have no idea how he does it, you're not about to question a racer who hugs the apex like it's his favourite granny-who can explode- and still flips the softest, fluffiest pancakes before the next shift in hospital.

xavier, on the other hand, has the raw power for basketball but none of the coordination. you made him join the basketball club, this man had to do something sportif after all! though he got very passionate about basketball he could not play. his idea of a "drabble" is launching the ball into another building, and if you ask him to do a serve, he’ll literally twerk- he is serving after all?

he gets the hang of it eventually—almost a full year later, when everyone else has already moved on to their next hobby. now he’s just waiting for the basketball season to come back so he can finally convince everyone to play with him again. poor thing. you can find him standing outside the court with his basketball, looking like a stray dog waiting to be let inside.

sylus is… passionate about tennis. let's just leave it at that. he swings the racket like he's trying to destroy all his enemies along with it, and any unfortunate soul who dares to play against him ends up fearing for their life. And no, zendaya would NOT call him to join the cast of next challengers movie- he will still arrange it- every ball he hits sounds like gunfire, and the courts have a dedicated "sylus damage fund" because he’s broken so many rackets, fences, and possibly the willpower of a few umpires. he can not play, but he doesn't believe in "low peasant" talk - the racket he accidently sended to the orbit made scientists go insane. news headlines for the next month were "A RACKET SPOTTED IN SPACE!! ALIENS ARE REAL?!"

there’s also rafayel. or "rafayel-the-fashion" as he calls himself. the man who buys everything-everything- that is trending, both for you and himself. "We gotta slay honey" he tells you while buying latest glamour lois luivitton purses-not that you complaining. The man, the artist, the diva- he feels the aesthetic whenever he walks to any room and he adjusts to it, he buys closes which match with room design, he slayes.

"Design is soo gnarly an-" and now as soon as his art editor who he asked politely-made-to come to his house at 3am to discuss his new art piece he straight away indulges in description of the piece, untill he spots something, he stops, he squints, he watches, he observes- he notices something even lucifer would have diarrhea out of from.

"IS THAT FAKE CHANEL ON YOU?!" he shrieked in utter horror, falling to the nearest sofa, clutching to his chest. He couldn't believe it, he couldn't! the shear audacity! To come into his house in....in....this!- it is 3 am -"oh, I think I am having have heart attack or heart dead whatever you people call it!" he wailed "this is,th- I HOPE SOMEOME FARTS INTO YOUR BREATHING MACHINE WHEN YOU GET OLDER, YOU FASHION TERRORIST!!"

someone actually did fart into editors breathing machine years later- rafayel made sure of it.....

and finally, there's caleb, apart from his many hundred jet models collection, he buys you underwear. now, when he met you in university he knew- knew that he needs to be in charge of your underwear department. Though he restricted himself in takeover of such honourable post until you two got married.

you lost him in the mall? no, you didn't, he is in lingerie section, nodding at some cheetah print lingerie's like it was some soldiers doing admirable job in serving their country. he doesn't even ask for help, he knows. he knows what he is buying, what size he is buying, he feels it and he is not embarrassed, no. this man watched so many documentaries on "art of lingerie" you are surprised he doesn't even open his own business. you kind of found it cute until he crossed- bended- the line like now with his: "Baby maybe we just need to take one cup bigger so i can put my hands through it, yeah?"- people turned around passing by, eyes wide, desperately trying to not make eye contact.

your eye twitched, hell you think even you whole brain twitched. with voice which could be mistakenly taken for sweet you smiled "Caleb?"

"Yes, pipsqueak?"

"I have a gun on me"

"Yes. pipsqueak." though his poker face didn't match the way he clutched the bra of your size from the section, size bigger magically disappearing in air - he threw it across the shop, if he doesn't see it nobody sees it..

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Caleb who falls in love with a picky eater

Caleb who from a very young age knows that you’re not willing to touch most foods. he- not so- secretly observed you at lunch every-single-day for years to see what parts of you lunch you end up neglecting and now when he once again can cook for you, he is back at his not so subtle glances.

Caleb who never teases you about being picky, after all that’s what made him start cooking. making your life nicer is his biggest reward - nailing the flavours that you love and not even touching the ones that you don't like. He prefers to eat your leftovers as well- long finished his meal, he patiently waits for you to finish and give all that's you couldn't take anymore- with the portion size he is giving you, you might think you are an Olympic weightlifter.

Caleb who attempts -and succeeds- at bribing you through his food- he did win your heart through stomach after all- he is very giddy about it, giggling like a schoolgirl whenever he thinks about it - you love his food.

Caleb who knows it’s his life’s mission to make sure you are well fed.

Caleb who cooks for you three proper meals everyday, with no skip. you had to put a lock on kitchen door, to physically restrict him from cooking when he is sick, which did end up with him wailing about his "sugar" dying out of hunger.

Caleb who telepathically knows what you are going to prefer on specific days- Raining? Oh, he is already preparing soup, but not "just" soup. no, he is preparing "that one"- the Thai chicken soup, that you two tried once(3 years ago), while on a trip in Japan, the one you called delicious five times (he counted) -just to suggest it politely after.

Caleb who will take away any items off of a dish in any events-everywhere, all the time- you two visit before you even ask, hell even before you even can think about it, if he is not the cook.( his food, after all does not contain anything you have no taste for) nothing to be embarrassed about! food is meant to be enjoyed! and he will do anything, just for you not to worry.

Caleb who will quite literally do anything- backflip, sell his soul, be a monk, go bald, can even explode!- to make sure you’re happy, healthy, and not hungry!!

“Please?”

“No.” 

“You’re missing out.” 

“Caleb, we’re literally in a Burger King.”

"Doesn't mean you can't be my main meal"

You didn’t mean to hit him. You really didn’t.

You were just trying to push him back playfully, hands on his chest as he teased you relentlessly, grinning like a devil. But he leaned forward at the exact wrong moment, and your palm connected—not with his shoulder, but squarely with his face.

There was a sickening little “thump.”

Then silence.

“Oh my god—Xavier!” you gasped, rushing to him as he stumbled back, hand instinctively flying to his nose. “I didn’t mean—Are you okay? I’m so sorry—Xavier, shit, you’re bleeding—”

Panic flared in your chest as you reached for him, trying to tip his head back, your hands fluttering uselessly. “I didn’t think—I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I swear I wasn’t trying to—”

But then he looked up at you.

And smiled.

That lopsided, heat-slicked grin that melted your words right off your tongue. His nose was bleeding, face flushed, but his eyes—half-lidded, dazed, hungry—locked on yours like you were the most intoxicating thing he’d ever seen.

“Oh...wow..” he murmured, almost in awe. “that was…”

He licked a drop of blood from his upper lip, and his smile deepened, that dazed, turned-on look spreading across his face. “That was really hot...”

Your jaw dropped, he can not be for real right now...right??Maybe you accidently gave him concussion too, he is probably deluded from pain an—

He tilted his head slightly, his hair sticking to his damp forehead, and that pleased, breathless grin widened. “You get so worked up when you’re worried,” he murmured, leaning forward, and you couldn’t tell if the tremble in your hands was from guilt or the way he was suddenly looking at you like that.

“…You gonna kiss it better?”

Saw this piece of a masterpiece by juyo (in tumblr @stardustdusting) and had to get out of bed at 5 am to write about this. (JUST LOOK AT HIM GAWWD)

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Masterlist

Bèl, she/her

Requests are open, both for lads and jjk~

If you're one of the lovely people that reblog my posts with reaction images or amusing hashtags, I LOVE YOU. Seriously, I live for those.

Love and Deepspace

Caleb:

A Lovestruck Caleb (crack, fluff)

After Boombayah (fluff)

Actors!AU (crack, fluff)

Caleb, in love with a peaky eater (crack, fluff)

His main meal (crack)

Xavier:

Freaky Xavier (fluff?? suggestive)

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You and your co-actor Caleb are currently the hottest topic in the industry, since the newest movie where you two played tragic couple, bound to die- went VIRAL.

Nobody could ignore the chemistry between the actors. Fans, media alike are buzzing: "Are they dating? They are not? What you mean, no?"

No one knows for sure, but during the latest Vogue 30+ Q&A, Caleb's lovestruck puppy eyes directed your way didn't go unnoticed. The way he looked at you—like a lovestruck puppy—set social media abuzz.

Edits of the interview have gone viral, with fans dissecting every glance and smile. The quote of the month now is "Find yourself a man who looks at you the way Caleb look at MC"-did led to some people crying- and same old "SO ARE THEY FOR GODS SAKE DATING?" this one is followed by bitter "NO" (Caleb would want it though, which is emphasised by his not so rare comments on ship edits of you two). Some are convinced it's just exceptional acting chemistry; others are certain there's something more.

But latest Instagram post- where he is on his knees crawling towards you, looking up at you with a satisfied gleam in his eyes,holding your leg in gentle touch. He is worshipping you and it's obvious-after all he is truly the happiest when he is on his knees before you, but you don't need to know that for now (You already know)- did send some people to coma. Some printing it on their shirts, some making it a poster as an absolute "femdom" symbol- hell, someone even did stick it to their face.

The "photo" in question.

@uzmacchiato dividers!

A lovestruck Caleb would do anything for you. He didn’t care about appearances and how he looked to anyone else but whenever you were on sight he is hiding- under bed??(please save his roommates)or whatever surface he can hide beneath of, to just quickly check his hello kitty hand mirror- your gift. He can't appear in front of his drop dead gorgeous girl with any flaw, after all.

Long day of walking and your feet are sore? He is already kneeling before you like a damn dog, no questions asked, taking your shoes off for you in a swift movement and is already massaging your feet -he watched too many massage videos on youtube, to do the best massage for you, everything best for you(save his roommates, on whom he experimented his massaging skills, before even dared to touch you)-smiling giddily, like this what life was all about. Something else sore? Go ahead and tell him! He is already taking his jacket off, warming up (FOR WHAT?!).

Cold around him? He’s taking off anything he can to give to you in hopes it would keep you warm— was actually kicked out of restaurant once because of him actively "stripping".

Dropped something? Oh, and it so happened to fall in the depths of the ocean? He’s diving right into the depths of it-years of training in the fleet weren't for waste after all! No equipment is needed for the colonel(he almost drowned that day).

God forbid he see you with another man. He’s coming - running- up to you like his life depends on it, slinging his arm around you and butting straight into the conversation. If the guy’s far too close for his comfort, he’ll make sure to pepper you with wet, loud kisses wherever he can.

Colonel Caleb hates losing after all, and he vowed to never lose you to another.

Caleb, all tangled up with you after the filthiest, toe-curling, back-arching, forgot-your-own-name kind of sex, just holding you close and murmuring sweet things against your skin like you’re his whole world.