#caleb drabble

If you need any more prompts, would love your take on the 'you look like you want to kiss me' one for either Sylus or Caleb-- whatever inspires you more! No pressure of course and eep yeah just congrats again, sending you lots of love! 💕💕💕💕

planets collide, collide, collide.

caleb xia x gn!reader

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or the one where caleb would rather look at you than the meteor shower above him.

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Caleb always knew what was going on in the sky more than you did. He’d always been that way. When you were kids, he knew when all of the astrological events were set to take place and where exactly in Linkon the two of you needed to be in order to see it at the perfect angle. As you grew up, and as your schedules became ever more complicated and conflicting, you began missing things. Shooting stars, supermoons, solar and lunar eclipses.

But that didn’t mean that Caleb stopped keeping track. No, he still kept his little calendar of events in his phone, and he’d still text you with updates on days he knew there was going to be something spectacular you were going to miss. Now, he just also knew when he could get away with dragging you to go watch them with him, too.

“You’re not even watching,” you say as you turn your head to look at him. He’d taken the two of you out to a secluded park you hadn’t been to in Skyhaven, yet. He’d pulled out all the stops. He’d brought a quilt for you to lay on, a make-shift picnic shoved into a backpack, an extra hoodie in case you got cold. And it seems that he was going to miss the whole thing, because he wouldn’t stop staring at you.

“I’m watching,” he says, but he doesn’t even pretend to look up at the sky. He keeps his gaze locked on you, eyes scanning over your features. He knocks his knee against yours, like that’s proof enough that he was, in fact, watching the meteor shower.

“What’s that look?” you ask him, face scrunched up as if to shake his stare away.

“What look?” he asks.

“That one,” you laugh as you poke the space between his eyebrows. In an instant you’ve gone from marveling up at the sky, to crawling over the last few paces between you and into his lap. “You look like you want to kiss me.”

“Is that right?” he asks. “You think I have a specific look when I want to kiss you, pips?”

“I know you do,” you hum before gently tapping your forehead against his. His knees spread to accommodate your presence. 

“Then you’ve gotta know that’s how I always look at you,” he whispers, eyes glinting and lips curled into an easy grin.

You hum in pretend thought before muttering, “Guess you should do something about that, then.”

“Oh, I should?” he laughs, and in an instant you’re flipped onto your back with Caleb hovering above you. He leans down until his lips are just barely brushing yours. “You’re trouble, you know that, pips?”

“You’re gonna miss it,” you murmur when Caleb’s head tilts to finally kiss you. He pauses, but he doesn’t pull back.

“There’ll be another one,” he says. “There’ll be a thousand more for us to watch together.”

"pips, you feelin' curry tonight?"

you stop rifling around in the box on the ground, stray strands of hair sticking to your neck. it had been hours of unpacking and assembling furniture in your new home with Caleb, the sound of curry sending a thunderous wave in your stomach. Loud enough, it seemed, for your unsuspecting husband to hear.

caleb lets out a knowing laugh, closing the distance between you to smooth the frizzy hairs poking out of your ponytail. "is that a yes, then?" he asks, punctuating his question with a kiss to your forehead.

"sounds yummy, but i don't know any curry places around here," you glance at your phone, bricked and dead from assembly tutorials. your charger packed somewhere in the sea of beige moving boxes, waiting to be found until the very end. your husband is down a phone as well, forgetting he left it placed on top of his jet before taking off and flying into the ether. his new one isn't due to come in the mail until the end of the week, leaving you both with only previous knowledge on the best eateries around your new home.

"i know a place," caleb perks up, "i saw one on the road before turning into our street. we'd been there before, remember?

you furrow your brows, too hungry to remember ever being on this side of town before. "we have?"

"we ordered green curry and you ordered the lamb?" caleb's teasing gaze changes to a pinch to your cheek, which-at the state of your hunger-didn't find amusing. "c'mon~ don't tell me you forgot already!"

"we've never been to this side of town before caleb," you snatch your face away from his prying hands, too hot and sticky to entertain his teasing. "and I hate lamb. I would've never ordered it."

"where do you think you found out you hated lamb? we went there a month before I left for a mission, ya know, the one--"

"must've been your other girlfriend," you snap, letting the books in your hands fall back into the box with a resounding thud. "you know what? why don't you go there by yourself since you love it so much?

caleb sighs and stands in front of you, his hands on his hips with the audacity to look exasperated. you frown, turning your head back to your box of books, and pouting.

"fine, I'll go."

your head snaps up to watch caleb turn on his heel and out the front door with little else to say. you deflate, but the beige mountain of boxes demands your attention. poorly prepared and nourished, you don your armor and weapons, a ratty apron and a box cutter, and fight your way through.

caleb returns twenty minutes later and the sound of a plastic bag crinkling in the distance peels your attention away from your husband's collection of model planes. you both freeze, staring at each other with caution as the two of you realize you have what the other wants.

"come here," he nods his head towards the kitchen, the island towering in pots and pans that have yet to be organized. you follow listlessly, tiptoeing around boxes and sets before meeting caleb in the kitchen, where he has a mouthful of chicken tikka masala ready for you.

you narrow your eyes and furrow your brow, but caleb silently fights your back, giving you a warning glance before your close your lips around the spoon. the tang of the spices, complimented with a small tear of naan in between the rice and gravy makes you close your eyes to relish in, never mind the food burning down your throat.

"good, right?" he smiles, using his thumb to wipe the corners of your mouth.

still chewing, you nod, swallowing quickly to welcome your next bite.

it isn't until hours later, laying on a mattress that still laid on the floor that you remember the logo of a goat riding a bicycle, long before caleb joined the DAA and before you thought of being a hunter.

"ohh, i remember now," you smile, watching caleb snort in his sleep.

”There you are.”

Your body doesn’t quite respond in the way he’s accustomed to, not immediately relaxing like it always has done, and instead going rigid, uncomfortable, as if all of a sudden his hold wasn’t your favourite welcome anymore.

”Hi Caleb.”

You murmur nevertheless, but you never turn to look at him. And he plays dumb. Because maybe you just had a long day, maybe you’re just exhausted from running around chasing wanderers like usual.

He presses his nose to the top of your hair and inhales deeply, something that has always brought him comfort. But the knots in his chest tighten even further.

”You smell like gunpowder.”

And something else he can’t pinpoint. You twist in his hold but Caleb doesn’t let go completely, only loosens his grip so that you have more room to move, and you use it to press your palms against him, to push him away.

”It was a busy day.”

In the N109 zone, Caleb wants to add. It’s not that he’s been stalking you per se, it’s more so that whenever he’s in Linkon he doesn’t have much to do when you’re gone.

And you have been gone more than usual, longer than usual, lately.

”I’m going to take a shower.”

You say, and begin to slip from his hold, although it feels like you’re slowly slipping away from him in more ways than one. Reluctantly he watches you go, fighting the strangling feeling in his chest.

And he can’t help himself when he reaches for you, grabbing your wrist as his heart pounds in panic.

You turn to look at him, and something in his stomach lurches from the way you just look tired, like he was pestering you. Your Caleb, a nuisance?

”I missed you, pips.”

He says, and his thumb soothes over the soft skin of your wrist. You look down where he has his hand around your arm, then back at him, the cosmic storm of emotional turmoil etched onto his features.

His eyes are searching your face, analyzing every little detail to figure you out, but his brows furrow like he’s reading a stranger.

”It’s just a shower.”

Is it though?

You fake a smile, and he knows it’s fake because it doesn’t even reach your eyes and the left corner of you mouth doesn’t go as far as it normally would and your eyes are missing that reassur-

He lets go of your arm.

”I’ll order some takeout, maybe your favourite?”

And he tries, he tries so hard to keep up the cheerfulness, and your heart hurts seeing him like this.

”Sounds good.”

But you’re only trying to protect him.

Now it’s you who watches him turn away, a phone already in hand, the wide planes of his back visible under the navy t-shirt.

And your throat feels tight, the guilt drowning you no matter how much you try to reason with it.

”Caleb?”

His heart jumps in his chest from your voice, and he whips his head back to you so quickly, almost pathetic in the way his existence revolves around even the smallest pieces of your attention.

”Would I lie to you?”

And Caleb stills, the phone in his hand already dialed to the service number, the quietness that has suffocated the room since your arrival broken by the quiet beeps waiting for an answer.

Would you?

You come home after getting broken up with. Caleb notices. He always notices…

Tags- caleb xia, caleb drabble, use of ‘mei mei’, fluff, your first breakup, caleb x reader, caleb x you, love and deep space, etc.

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Your first boyfriend of two years finally broke the news. For a while, you thought maybe it was the stress; final exams, graduation, entrance exams. Thoughts swirled through your head everytime you hung out with him. Anytime you asked it was the same answer. ‘I’m okay. You don’t need to worry.’

The summer heat that laid on your skin like a blanket. Most days the warmth was comforting but day. The heat was like fire burning and pricking at your skin.

Jestindly waiting indront of the door of Gran’s house, your thoughts about how you would tell everyone.

You wanted to avoid it but the dried mascra that pathetically ran down while he broke your heart was enought to show something was wrong. Knowing Caleb he wouldn’t let it go until you told him.

You thought about crawling into his arms like you always did. Something Nathan(your boyfriend, no ex) hated.

Caleb was always going to be there. But the humiliation of this was something new, raw, and personal.

You gently turn the doorknob, hoping no one would hear you. Despite your endovors Caleb was slouched on the couch. His phone in hand had his full attention afore you walked in.

You heat shot down before he could meet your eyes.

Gran yelled out a hello.

You took in a breath before greeting her from afar.

Thankfully Calebs gaze dropped back to his celllhone. You retreated down the hallway to your room.

he feels sorry for you, so he leans down and yells in your ear, "do you want to get on my shoulders?" your head whips around and you stare at him. you shake your head and say "no no no i couldn't possibly make you do that." "it'll be my pleasure," he tells you, sincerely. "i feel bad that you can't see the stage that well." you consider it for a brief moment before you nod, agreeing. he bends down to give you a chance to hop on. you're scared at first, but his hands are strong and steady, and he holds you at the knees, being careful not to touch you anywhere else.

He's drunk on the sight of you, of the feeling of your cunt hugging his cock, of the soft material of your stockings shaking against his shoulders. He can't even speak, slack-jawed and eyes lidded as he watches your breasts bounce with every connection of his hips. The way the thigh-highs ever so slightly bite into the plush of your skin.