one of my favorite kinds of non mc angst is when you have stood by the boys through every lifetime, so much so that your presence has become a quiet certainty for them.
they expect you to always be by their side, moving through the world as if your loyalty is as certain as the sunrise.
and whether they are blind to your feelings, consumed in their quest to reunite with mc, or simply incapable of truly seeing you, they’ll never choose you.
still, you remain, tethered to their side through every heartbreak.
but when you find out your cycle of reincarnation is finally ending, you keep it to yourself. is it selfish? perhaps. but your heart is weary, your love is stretched thin, and you know that if your devotion was never returned before, it never will be.
so when you finally slip away—cradled in their arms during a mission, surrendering your soul to the ocean at a seamoon ceremony, or resting among a field of datura flowers—they mourn you. of course they do. tears will fill their eyes as they whisper your name into the silence.
but some part of them knows you’ll come back.
you always do.
they’re certain you’ll return just as you always have, and that soon enough you’ll be smiling beside them again, teasing them like nothings changed.
you always return as yourself—changed in small ways, perhaps, but still marked by the beauty spot beneath your eye or the gentle brown of your gaze.
your face may shift with each timeline, but the faint scar along your arm from protecting him from wanderers or the wound over your heart always remains.
it’s all a quiet testament of your love.
so when the next cycle comes, and they cannot find you in a scattered crowd of villagers, when they don’t sense your presence in a university hallway, when they wait for you to find them in a game of hide and seek on a playground—the one right next to your father’s house—or amongst the last remaining lemurians who reside in verona, they begin to question it.
they start to wonder.
where were you? what’s taking you so long to come back to them?
where is the one who knows them best? the girl who shares every memory, who understands their purpose, who feels their pain more deeply than anyone else?
simply put—
where are you?
but the truth is painfully simple.
you are not here.
not anymore.
your soul is finally at peace, and alongside it, your love.
or maybe, somewhere in the world, you still exist.
maybe you grew up wrapped in the warmth of a loving family. maybe you still remember the warnings of hunters past and steer clear of those forbidden no hunt zones.
maybe you attend college, or perhaps you open a flower shop in a city where no one knows your name.
maybe every night you dream of a life you have never lived, with a man whose face you have never seen.
maybe you are sitting right beside them, by the sea or on a park bench, laughing at a joke you just told, while he absentmindedly takes your hand in his.
and maybe when you wake with tears drying on your cheeks, you’re confused, unable to understand what it all means.
but dreams fade the longer you remain awake, and slowly, you return to your life.
you feed your cat. you take out the trash. you spend a tuesday afternoon tackling a week's worth of laundry.
you live through mundane, ordinary moments.
you meet up with old colleagues for brunch, talking to your mother on the phone while waiting for the next train. you reply to the messages of a man you matched with online and let him take you out for a drink or two, thanking him at the end of the night for the fun you had.
the next day, you pass by a mural painted by a well-known artist from whitesand bay, leaving you so awestruck that you take a quick snapshot to post on your moments page before continuing on your way.
you arrive at akso hospital, stepping into the lobby to find the rest of your family sitting anxiously for news of your niece’s birth. you sit beside them, praying for the time to pass more quickly, absentmindedly reading the framed research credits of a 28-year-old cardiac surgeon hanging on the wall nearby.
and when you return home that night, head stuck in the clouds, swiping at the hundreds of photos you took of your sister's baby girl, someone stops you in the street.
their eyes—sky blue, violet-gold, or cotton-candy—search your face with overwhelming relief, haunted by a grief that feels centuries old.
“i’m so glad i found you again,” they’ll whisper as their arms wrap around you, the embrace tight enough to keep you from pulling away so easily, but gentle enough not to steal your breath.
“i missed you so much. where have you been?”
you freeze, fear rooting you into place as a voice inside urges you to fight, to punch, to kick, to scream—anything to break free from the arms of someone you don’t know.
you tense, and they feel it immediately. they notice your stillness, your lack of recognition, and finally, they let you go, albeit slowly.
their hands settle gently against your shoulders, smiling with a softness you have never seen directed to you, and they ask again:
“where have you been?”
you force yourself backward, taking three deliberate steps to create space between you, your left hand already searching your purse for anything to defend yourself with.
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Idol! Caleb who's known as the hearthrob of the internet. The nickname started as early during his days as a trainee and then his debut and him as a star who's taking the internet by storm. He's the peak standard of what idols should be.
Handsome. Tall. Charismatic and a total relatable person that you would want as a friend and a lover. The internet knows him as the idol who's fond of building model airplanes. Fans sent him different models and even completing his collection with only a simple request. They want to watch him build it live and he did.
The rumors were already ablaze that Caleb is taken. Evidence of it were scattered on the internet. Forums have popped up every now and then. Netizens discussing it like it's the latest research that would contribute world peace but you will be a secret. Nobody will know you per your request when you started dating Caleb. The internet were ruthless with their idols dating and it was smooth for the years until the agency where Caleb is under started a new dance show with a sub agency that was also bringing new talents.
Like Caleb, she's the internet's sweetheart. Pretty as she can be cute, humble and all. She can be a spoiled brat and everyone will love her because she have a pretty face. No one will call her bratty when she acted like one and it doesn't take long for people to ship her with Caleb.
They fit the older brother, little sister trope. It was put with no malice and certainly the two put on a show about it that drove the fans wild and notifications were blowing up about it. Caleb called her affectionately as Pipsqueak and viewers would salivate at the interaction. Caleb really played his role as the big brother type and when they get paired up as a duo in that show — the internet really really really shipped them.
The start of the rift. People had known that Caleb was taken even he's dating someone who isn't part of the showbusiness but that's the media for you, they won't care for the other party as long what they saw on their screen are real even it was just a stunt to rake viewers and that lead to the untimely break up. You just couldn't take it no more and Caleb didn't help when he didn't deny their relationship.
When you broke up with him — they dated shortly after that. Publicity my ass.
They can be all lovey-dovey in the screen but the moment the cameras goes away and the lights dims, he comes knocking at his ex's door caused he missed you and even with the blocked contacts and changed security locks, he will find a way and that included kneeling and feasting on your cunt at your kitchen countertop.
“Caleb....nnghh....fuck...”
A string of curses mixing with your moans fills the air as the man between your thick thighs continues his onslaught of licks through your slick folds glistening with his spit. His tongue eagerly catching the sweet juices coming from your weeping cunt.
The scent of petrichor clings in his skin along with the scent of leather permeating in the space of your kitchen. His dark hair closer to the color of chocolate under the dim warm white light of your kitchen.
Who would have guessed the starstudded idol of the Skyhaven agency would spend his time at the dead of the night devouring your fat pussy in your kitchen counter that was solely for the purpose of kitchen works and not sexual activities of any kind?
“F-fuck you, Caleb....Ahh—fuck!” A strangled moan forces to escape your lips after a particularly harsh suck in your clit. Idol or not, you don't have the patience to tolerate people who comes knocking at your door at 2 am just because he wants to reconcile.
The veins in his hands bulges as he grips your thighs, keeping it open to prevent you from crushing his head with your thick thighs to deter him from doing this act of physical intimacy that he lost the privilege a long time ago but fuck it feels good as it was wrong.
“It didn't work out with your pipsqueak?” You began. “Or you're a sick sorry son of a bitch who likes to kiss your pipsqueak with the taste of his ex's pussy juices on your lips.” You taunt, a shaky breath leaving your lips. A laugh of mockery following through.
The reaction was instant.
“Keep her out of your mouth.” A low growl coming from him is heard as he detached his lips from your slit. His eyes dark and you can see his eyes narrow from between your thighs.
“And what leave me again? I'm sorry — Pipsqueak needs me. Pipsqueak's calling me. Pipsqueak needs her goddamn boba tea cause I'm her big brother.” You recalled all his excuses in the span of your relationship. You brushed it off. You know how Caleb worked hard to be in his idol era and being paired up and going with the trend of being with his little sister that couldn't care that Caleb is taken as long it benefits her and puts her image as the cute sister slash his girlfriend on the public.
The idol keeps his gaze on you. His lips brushing in the smooth skin of your inner thighs. Letting you run your mouth off and you swore this fucker got a hard-on tenting in his pants. Listening to his girl's frustrations about him but Caleb is capable when dealing with this kind of squabble. You were much easier to handle rather than a certain someone.
He takes a deep breath. Inhaling the scent of your cunt that he's been dreaming of and keeps missing ever since the day you broke up with him.
“Are you done?” He asked with the undertone that he was barely holding it together. Brushing his cheek in the softness of your thighs that was his hands could only grip and never to hold the entirety of your thicker thighs. “Do you think I was happy with it?” He began, pausing as he searches any signs that you still want him in your eyes.
“Did you know how difficult it was for me to think of my shortcomings towards you?” You scoffed at the audacity. He never graduated over his tendencies to be calculating and at the same time — acting like a lovesick puppy boy.
“That's none of my business. Our relationship ended the moment you forgot to blur the lines between public and private — you sick fuck.”
Caleb chuckles. Already used at the hurtful words coming from you cause he was prepared for it and knowing you can be the meanest when hurt but nothing like a good devouring of your sweet cunt can deter him from making it right to you.
“Let go.” You firmly ordered him. Keeping a firm grip on his hair as you pushed him away but he remains unfazed as if a simple no coming from his girl, yes, you're still his girl even you did break up with him and break ups are only valid if you both agreed but he didn't and you still did open your door for him.
You were about to retaliate if it wasn't for Caleb diving back again to taste you and at the same time his phone vibrating besides you.
Pipsqueak.
The caller id mocks you. They were really getting on with it with her calling him at this hour. You don't want to hear details that she's really being a spoiled brat and needing Caleb to tell her a bedtime story about a nightmare that he doesn't love her anymore and if that's the case you should give her one.
Thank God, you guess for the thicker thighs of yours muffling Caleb's ears as you take the call and pulling it closer besides you so she can hear whatever pathetic sounds coming from him as he devours your cunt.
Caleb began to slur praises. “I missed you very much.” He began. A shaky breath left your lips as you keep your moans at bay when you hear the other line exhales before Caleb interrupts her. “I missed the taste of you, baby. Look at you trembling under my touch.” You can imagine the look on her face. A little bit of confused and flustered at what he was saying and she might jump into conclusions that he's really thinking of her.
You wanted to laugh if it wasn't for Caleb's skillful tongue drawing such explicit sound coming from your mouth. You almost forget how good he was when giving. “Caleb...mmmm — more please....” It was hard not to give in when Caleb was persistent. It was evident from the way how he licks you. Not wasting a drop of your juices that he's eagerly catching with his mouth.
The sounds were lewd, Caleb kissing your pussy as if it was your mouth. You were glaring at him, annoyed and obviously pleased from what he was doing. His tongue effortlessly gliding at your soaked folds and you can feel every moment as he devours you. It didn't help that he's groaning, adding vibrations that sends the little tremors inside you that almost topples you the edge.
You grip the edge of your countertop. Your knuckles tense and was slowly being numbed from how hard you were gripping it. Your hips rocking at the rhythm of Caleb's tongue and within moments, you were cumming on his mouth. Moaning breathless as you call his name. Forgetting the phone that rests besides you.
He stands up, licking his lips before swiping the corner of his mouth as a stray drop of your cum rolls down before prying your legs once more and slotting himself between your legs. “I can never resist you. Drives me crazy thinking that we're not together anymore but it's okay, I'll always come back to you.” Cupping your cheek with one large hand while gripping your plush waist with his other hand.
You can feel his bulge rubbing in your naked sex glistening with your cum. “Fuck you.” You murmured before leaning towards him and he kisses you.
It was messy and sloppy as it can be. His tongue inside your mouth tangling in your own while drool are escaping from the corners of your mouth. Eyes half-lidded and you can get in the flow as he sucked your tongue. Your hands fisting in the leather of his jacket.
Caleb missed how your finger gripped his hair. Tugging it like you're wanting to hurt him and he wanted you. It was like some way of him atoning for hurting his girl.
He briefly opens his eyes. Dark and brooding and somewhat satisfied at the look of his girl reciprocating his kisses. So goddamn adorable and to think that Caleb has almost lost you.
He deepens the kiss, his eyes wondering and looking at the corner where he secretly installed a hidden camera — safety purposes and he can't have you inviting strange men to replace him. He went back to kiss you again and in the corner of his eyes, he sees his phone with the latest call log, only lasted for a few minutes. The caller was her and probably heard his pathetic ramblings and the noises he was making as he devours your pussy.
Caleb wants to laugh. Smirking as his kiss gets rougher. His veins on fire at the thought that you answered the call for her to listen to him being a drunk for your pussy.
You two are really a pair and Caleb won't let you go. Never.
Ok imma need yall to hear me out on this. Lads men reacting to someone else paying for MC's stuff when she goes out shopping for clothes, getting her hair done, getting her nails done, etc. I can only imagine how ENRAGED they'd be like "excuse the actual fucketh bc WHY IS A MAN THING PAYING FOR YOUR THINGS?!?? I know that youve been blessed bu the goddesses but DAMN!!"
Author’s Note: Thank you for this request, anon! Thank you for trusting me - it was such a fun prompt to explore. I hope I captured what you were picturing. Happy reading! 💝
Summary: Different bills. Different strangers. Same reaction : "I've got her."
A collection of Love and Deepspace drabbles centered around jealousy, possessiveness, and the LIs absolutely refusing to let another man pay for you.
Pairing: all the LIs (separately), including Valko x Reader
You failed to wake up to your alarm, which meant getting ready was a frantic rush.
With no time to make breakfast, you stop by a bakery on your way to work. There’s no way you can survive on an empty stomach, especially without your usual cup of coffee.
After placing your order, you wait near the pickup counter.
“One cheese-and-ham sandwich and an Americano,” the server calls, setting the items down. “That’ll be €6.50.”
You fumble to retrieve your purse, but the zipper on your bag refuses to budge.
Tugging at it, you mutter a curse under your breath.
You don’t have time for this. You’re already running late.
“I’ve got it.”
A hand reaches past you and places a €10 bill on the counter.
You look up to see your neighbor, Charlie, smiling warmly.
“Charlie?!” you say, startled. “Thanks so much. I’ll pay you back, I promise.”
“No need,” he says with an easy smile. “Don’t worry about it.”
Your eyes dart to the clock on the wall.
“I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m really late for work.”
“I can give you a ride,” Charlie offers politely.
“That won’t be necessary.”
The familiar voice comes from behind you.
You turn just as Xavier steps forward, stopping quietly at your side. His expression is calm, though there’s a faint hint of irritation in his eyes.
“Xavier?” you blink in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
When you left earlier, he had still been fast asleep in bed.
“Xavier, good to see you,” Charlie says with a friendly smile.
“Please send me your account details. I’ll transfer the money back to you.”
“You’re in a hurry, right?” he says, turning his attention back to you. “Let’s get you to work first.”
Before you can react, he gently takes your hand and leads you out of the bakery.
As you walk down the street, Xavier speaks again, his voice quiet.
“Next time, wake me up. I can make you breakfast… or bring it to your workplace.”
Zayne and you aren’t really the type to dine at upscale restaurants.
Not because you can’t afford them, but because you both prefer smaller places - the kind that feel cozy, quiet, and warm, as if the meal had been prepared by a home cook.
Lately, though, people have been raving about a newly opened restaurant, and eventually curiosity gets the better of you.
“Is there anything else I can get for you?” the waiter asks.
“No, thank you,” you reply. “I’m so full I couldn’t eat another bite.”
“The food was excellent,” Zayne adds. “Please give my compliments to the chef.”
“Of course, sir,” the waiter says with a polite nod.
“And the bill, please.”
“Certainly. I’ll be right back.”
As the waiter walks away, Zayne glances at you, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“For someone who said the food looked too pretty to eat, you seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.”
Before you can defend yourself, a voice interrupts you.
“Good evening. I’m sorry to bother you.”
A man who looks vaguely familiar approaches your table.
He turns to you. “Do you remember me? You saved me from a Wanderer attack a few days ago.”
“Ah, yes. I’m glad to see you’re doing well,” you say with a small smile.
“Your partner is very brave,” the man says, glancing toward Zayne. “I’d like to pay for your meal as a token of my appreciation.”
Zayne stills, his gaze following the man’s hand as he places a credit card on the table.
Without a word, Zayne reaches into his wallet and takes out his own card. He hands it to the waiter.
Then he slides the stranger’s card back toward him.
“Your gratitude is appreciated,” Zayne says evenly, “but that won’t be necessary.”
“Her time - and her bill - are already accounted for tonight.”
His tone is polite, yet cool enough to leave little room for argument.
The man flushes slightly, retrieves his card, and quickly mutters an apology and another thank-you before excusing himself.
Once you’re back in the car, Zayne loosens his tie with a single practiced tug as he starts the engine.
After a moment, he speaks.
“Do you usually let strangers take care of you?”
Before you can answer, he reaches over and takes your hand.
“Let me take care of these things,” he says, eyes still on the road. “Always.”
You can’t help the small smile that appears on your face.
Zayne’s jealousy is rare, but you can always tell when it surfaces.
You and Rafayel are attending a high-end charity art auction.
It was originally Thomas’s idea - a way for Rafayel to maintain his public image - but Rafayel immediately rejected the suggestion.
Naturally, Thomas turned to you for help.
You explained that you had never been to an art auction before and were curious about the experience. Besides, since it was a charity event, Rafayel would be contributing to a good cause and going together would undoubtedly make the evening more enjoyable.
Eventually, Rafayel agreed.
Of course, as a famous artist, it didn’t take long for the event organizers to pull him away, eager to introduce him to other guests and collectors.
Leaving you alone.
You stand in front of a sculpture when a bidder approaches.
“You have a good eye,” he says. “Good evening.”
“Good evening,” you reply politely.
“You have good taste,” he continues, gesturing toward the sculpture.
“I wouldn’t say that,” you admit with a sheepish smile. “I’m not exactly an art connoisseur.”
“But I can appreciate its beauty.”
“If you were a sculpture, you’d certainly be worthy of praise and admiration.”
You let out an awkward laugh at the compliment.
It’s clear that this person is flirting with you.
A voice carries through the room, interrupting the conversation.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. The auction is about to commence.”
The bidder gives you a small nod before walking away, and you release a quiet sigh of relief.
You weave your way through the rows of seats until you reach Rafayel. Taking the seat beside him, he offers you a smile and hands you a bidding paddle with the same number as his.
The first item up for auction is the very sculpture you were admiring moments ago.
The bidder from earlier raises his paddle.
“Fifty thousand euros.”
Murmurs and gasps spread through the room as people notice he has bid five times the starting price.
“Please put it under Miss Number 17.”
Number 17?
That’s your number.
Stunned, you look across the room and meet his gaze.
Then you turn back to Rafayel.
His expression is a mixture of surprise and confusion.
“Rafayel, this isn’t what you think…” you begin quickly.
Rafayel narrows his eyes.
“I leave your side for five minutes,” he says dramatically, “and instead of admiring the art, you’re out here collecting admirers?”
He pouts, clearly offended.
Before you can respond, Rafayel raises his paddle with exaggerated confidence.
“Fifty thousand?” he scoffs. “Pluuheese. Put her down for triple the price.”
Your eyes widen, and you completely forget how to speak.
Rafayel simply leans back, giving the bidder a smug, challenging look.
When Sylus invited you to join him at a casino, you were surprised.
Although you had always been curious about such places and had more than once thought about visiting one with your friends someday, your moral compass had always stopped you.
You were firmly against gambling, knowing how easily it can ruin lives.
Sylus explained he was only there to meet with a few business associates.
He made it clear that you were free to decline if the environment made you uncomfortable. However, if you decided to join him, you didn’t have to participate in any of the games. You could simply stay by his side, or use his card if curiosity got the better of you.
Upon arrival, Sylus was escorted to an exclusive private lounge, leaving you alone for the time being.
You wandered through the casino, observing the elegant tables and the players focused on their games. The more you look, the more you realize you don't even know how to play any of the games even if you wanted to participate.
Eventually, you stopped beside a roulette table, standing close enough to watch but far enough away that no one would mistake your curiosity for interest in joining.
Little did you know, you had already drawn the attention of a wealthy, arrogant high-roller.
While Sylus remained occupied with his business associates, the man casually placed a single €10,000 chip onto the betting square closest to you.
He smirks as he says, “Next round is on me, sweetheart.”
Before you could even process what is happening, a leather-gloved hand settles around your waist, pulling you flush against a broad chest.
Sylus towers behind you, his dangerous, crimson gaze locking onto the high-roller.
He doesn’t look angry.
He looks amused - in the most terrifying way possible.
With a lazy flick of his finger, Sylus sends the stranger’s expensive chip right off the table. It rolls across the casino floor like a cheap piece of plastic.
“You’re throwing pocket change at what belongs to me?” Sylus says, his voice deep. “Pitiful.”
The man’s cheek flushes - either from anger, embarrassment, or both, you can’t tell.
“She doesn’t play for pennies,” he adds.
“If you want to gamble your life away so badly, you can bet against me instead.”
The challenge in his voice is unmistakable.
The high-roller mutters something under his breath before storming off
Caleb is the type of person who spoils you relentlessly and pampers you without hesitation.
At first, it made you feel uncomfortable and uneasy. You weren’t used to being treated this way, and the last thing you wanted was for anyone to think you were taking advantage of him.
Over time, however, you slowly grew accustomed to it, realizing that this was simply Caleb’s way of showing you how much he loves and cares about you.
After complimenting one of your friend’s dresses, you ask where she bought it.
She tells you the name of a trendy boutique, and the moment you mention it to Caleb, he immediately insists that the two of you go together.
After spending a considerable amount of time browsing through countless options and trying on outfit after outfit in the fitting rooms, you are finally ready to check out.
Caleb places the clothes you have chosen on the counter before suddenly remembering one more thing he wants to pick up.
He dashes off.
The sales assistant begins scanning your items one by one, folding each piece and placing them neatly into shopping bags.
Then, out of nowhere, a flashy man in an expensive tailored suit approaches the counter.
You notice that he has been glancing your way throughout your shopping trip.
Before you can react, he places a sleek platinum card on the counter.
With a charming smile, he turns toward you.
“Put it all on mine. Beautiful clothes deserve to be worn by a beautiful woman.”
Before the sales assistant can even reach for the card, it suddenly becomes impossible to move.
The card remains pinned firmly against the marble counter, held in place by an invisible force.
Caleb’s Evol.
Caleb steps forward, his entire posture shifting into the disciplined stance of a soldier. His broad shoulders completely block you from the stranger.
He places a firm hand on the man’s shoulder. The pressure of his grip - amplified just slightly by his gravity Evol - enough to make the man’s posture buckle under the sudden weight.
“Look, buddy,” Caleb says, his voice taking on the same commanding tone he uses when addressing the fleet.
“I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re going to pick up your card, take three steps back, and walk away.”
You have been snowed under with work for the past few weeks, and as a result, you’ve completely neglected yourself.
Your hair is a mess of split ends, and your fringe has grown so long you can barely see through it. And don’t even get started on your nails - broken, chipped, and covered in nail polish that is barely hanging on.
When you call your usual salon, they tell you that your stylist is on a two-week vacation and no one else is available to take you.
You try a few other salons, only to be met with the same problem: either their stylists are fully booked, or they can’t offer an appointment that fits your schedule.
Fortunately, you have an amazing boyfriend.
“I called your workplace to let them know you’re taking tomorrow off. Non-negotiable,” Valko tells you the moment you get home.
“I’ve booked you in for a hair appointment, a manicure, and a pedicure,” he adds.
“At least, I think that’s what those services are called.”
“I’ll drive you there tomorrow and pick you up when you’re done. Just call me.”
You immediately reward him with kisses all over his face, scratching affectionately behind his wolf ears.
The salon Valko takes you to the next day looks like the kind of place celebrities and the wives of wealthy businessmen frequent.
Several hours later - a much longer stretch of pampering than you have ever spent in a salon before - you finally emerge feeling presentable again.
The staff who took care of you were wonderful: friendly, attentive, and highly professional.
You make a mental note to leave a five-star review and a generous tip as you head toward the checkout counter.
No doubt this place is expensive, and the services you had done would probably cost an entire month’s salary, but Valko had assured you that he would cover everything.
Suddenly, a wealthy, slick businessman steps up to the counter beside you, drops a high-tier membership card, and flashes you a smarmy grin.
“Put the lady's bill on my VIP tab. A gorgeous face like yours shouldn't have to worry about the price of upkeep.”
Just then, a towering 6'2" muscular frame steps into the man’s personal space.
A low, rumbling growl vibrates from his chest, raising the hairs on the back of everyone's neck.
Valko’s stance is one of danger and predatory stillness.
His golden eyes flare with an intense, territorial heat.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve.”
“Upkeep? Her scent is already marked on my ledger. “I don’t let anyone else pay for the woman I intend to take care of for the rest of my life.”
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can't stop thinking about a summer love caleb, mc and non-mc becoming friends all because non-mc is a social butterfly with a slight lack of self-control, blind courage, need to make friends and finds caleb cute.
social butterfly!non-mc spots caleb first in the local skating rink one day and casually comes up to him and introduces herself and tries to make friends with him and he is acting very polite because it's rude to be rude and just lets her yammer until she is discouraged by his indifference. she notices this and she is a little discouraged and was deeply embarrassed by this subtle rejection. (but she is also stubborn so she'll try one more time?)
cue in mc coming up to the both of the, looking all wary and confused, and non-mc locks in with how cute mc is and immediately tries to befriend her too, asking her more questions about her name, does she skate her often, is he your brother yada yada yada. mc looks bewildered and looks at caleb for back up but slowly warms up to her when she realizes she's just ... very friendly and she's never had a girl friend before so she's starting to feel a little giddy.
caleb on the other hand is bewildered bc wtf just happened how did that happen. (it's a girl thing caleb ssh)
fast forward to a few years later, they're all friends and non-mc also befriends zayne and they're practically a gang at this point. caleb develops a slight crush on non-mc and zayne knows it, mc is suspicious about it and non-mc (all together now) doesn't know. he's in major denial because it's weird to develop a crush on the girl who is friend's with his little sister and cares about just above cilantro (which, really makes no difference, because she hasn't bothered him that much like when they were kids and she hangs more with mc now [and zayne too when he tags along, he guesses] and she doesn't bother him with useless stuff anymore like the homework he knows she's smart enough to solve on her own or with opening a bag of chips or carrying her bag on the way home from school. who cares if she stopped doing that right? ha ha ha)
THEN one summer, while they're all in college, they're all hanging out at the old local skating rink and then she casually drops how she had a tiny crush on caleb that summer morning they first met at the skating rink and was glad she picked up the courage to go up to him because it led her to meeting him and mc and zayne and she couldn't imagine her life without them now.
and ALL three of them look at her in various degrees of gob smacked. zayne is subtle but his brow is quirked and side-eyeing caleb. mc is open mouthed and floundering looking back and forth to her and caleb. caleb looks so dazed out and he might look composed with his quiet smile but inside he's crashing out bc wdym his crush finds him cute and he acted horribly to her and that he had a chance all those years ago?? does she still find him cute? does he have a chance? DOES SHE STILL LIKE HIM???? oh god he needs to sit down he can't breathe
a/n: hello! think i kinda went ham with the gradient text but i wanted to try it after coming across one post using and and i thought "omg you can do that with tumblr now"? and ofc you can because this is a blog and tumblr blogs can be coded with html so why not with posts and immediately went to youtube to try it out lmao. hope this was a nice read for you! i wanted a cute caleb summer love typa story and this came out aaaaa
***This is my first Imagine. Unnamed LaDs LI (written with Valko in mind) x gn nonmc
Summary: You try to game the System but the System games you. Trigger Warnings: none that I'm aware of but please let me know if I missed something.
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Imagine you ran away from MC and the LIs because you knew you couldn't fight the story the system was writing.
Imagine you find someone you connect with. You take a chance because you never heard his name in the story before, it seems like a safe bet.
Imagine for a long time everything is wonderful. The two of you get married and are happy together. You have even decided it's time to grow your family.
Imagine one normal day, out of absolutely nowhere, everything around you goes black. It's a darkness so deep and dark that you dare not move because you can't see or even sense anything around you anymore.
Imagine in the blink of an eye it's over and everything seems normal again. You go to find your husband to make sure he's ok and see if you can figure out what happened.
Imagine you find your husband but he is no longer the man you remember. There's a coldness in his eyes that you've never seen before and he greets you like an employee. You think this must be some terrible prank but when you try to snuggle up to him and ask him for reassurance, he pushes you back.
Imagine it's then that a sick kind of despair starts to creep into your heart. He no longer has the tattoo on his ring finger that matches yours. In a panic, you glance down and realize yours is gone as well. You begin to spiral.
Imagine he advises you to adjust his schedule because he has a new meeting that needs to be added in as soon as possible. You are no longer his spouse but his Personal Assistant.
Imagine you leave the room and run. You don't know where you are going but you know you can't stay there. You need space to breathe and time to think. You turn your phone off and get on a train, not caring for the final destination. You keep moving all night to get as far away from him as you can from him. You finally fall asleep in a hotel room in an unknown city, hoping that all of this is just a giant nightmare. Tomorrow will be a better day.
Imagine you open your eyes and you are sitting at a desk and MC is in front of you. She's here for her meeting. You want to throw up.
Imagine you are his NPC sidekick. You have joined the ranks of Greyson, Gideon, Jeremiah, Thomas, and Luke & Kieran. You are trapped in his story and forced to watch his love story with MC develop right before your eyes.
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Sylus Hurt/No Comfort | Non-Mc f!reader | first draft warning (cuz it's me sorry)
You expected proficiency. You expected professionalism. There was the standard and then there was Sylus.
Lately, you were lucky to have bare minimum as the medic bandaged the gash on your leg, your expression hardened as one of your subordinates relayed the shit show back to you through analytical jargon. What a joke.
All for what? His distraction needed help taking care of a boo-boo?
It grated on your nerves, fraying the ends until all that was left was a tangled mess of frustrations and grievances that made your stomach ache. You were still on an adrenaline high when he finally returned from whatever situation that caused him to leave, his expression twisted into something close to disappointment. Maybe that's why biting your tongue was the farthest thought in your mind.
"I thought you could handle it?" You sucked on your teeth, shooting him a glare as you forced a tight smile on your face.
"Oh, my apologies, sir. I didn't know I was supposed to take leadership when you left us in the middle of our extraction." Your voice was pure venom, his eyes hardening as the air was sucked out of the room. Your medic who was patching you up swiftly finished his work before making a beeline out of the room, not wanting to get caught up in the storm.
"Careful. You seem to think you're at liberty to speak to me in this manner." Your hands gripped the examination table tightly, your smile widening further.
"My mistake. Is this better, Boss?" He didn't find it amusing, which was fine with you.
"Watch your tone." Your jaw clenched tight. "You seem to be forgetting yourself in my presence."
You would have laughed if the raw, hot anger wasn't boiling beneath your skin, your chest heaving with every breath as you tried to calm your emotions down into something manageable.
"You seem to be forgetting yourself entirely." You spat. "You're the boss, Sylus. You're the one our men look towards when we finally move. You're the one that we're supposed to follow and support so that we can continue to remind the world why we're at the top."
You hopped off the table, staggering when the gash in your leg reminded you why you were in this position to begin with as you braced yourself against the table. "You left us to fend for ourselves. Unfortunately, Mr. Qin, I don't exactly have the same overwhelming power that you have. Forgive me for not having an Evol that can regenerate my wounds and dissolve bullets when they're shot at me."
You dragged your gaze towards him once more, his expression cold as he watched you struggle to stay on your own two feet. Funny how months prior, he would have steadied you. Funny how a year prior, he would have sat you back down on the table and told you not to push yourself.
How times have truly changed.
"Isn't she a Hunter? A strong one at that? I could have sworn she won medals and awards and had articles written about how she was at the top of her profession." Your smile returned, but the bitterness inside you bled out through your eyes as you pushed yourself to take a step forward towards him. "You're telling me that a Hunter like that needs you to run to her aid any time there's a minor inconvenience?"
The air sizzled around you, red mist coiling around your body, making its way up to and around your neck as a pressure began to tighten around your windpipe.
You struck a nerve. Good.
Even if all the emotion was gone from his face, you could see the steel in his eyes as he took long, languid steps towards you until he was a step away. To him, you weren't a friend. To him, you weren't a partner.
To him, you were just a mouthy little wretch that was speaking far too much for your own good.
But you were not going to be intimidated. You were different from the others working beneath him. You didn't flinch. You didn't struggle. You held your ground, even if the floor beneath you was barely beneath your toes.
"You speak about things you know nothing about." His voice dropped an octave, his head tilted to the side slightly. "You not only forgot your place, but you seem to think you have any right to talk about my affairs with my Hunter."
You could feel the way the mist tightened around your neck, but you suppressed the grunt as you kept your eyes fixated on the man before you. The man that you used to look at with reverence and respect. The man that showed you what true power was and calculated every step flawlessly. This man was someone you were happy to spill blood for. A man who held ambitions befitting a god, monopolizing every aspect of the N109 Zone. A genius and a visionary.
And a man that you used to chastise when he got too carried away. A man that you shared meals with, laughing over the simple things in life and how you forget them when you're at the top. A man that you could have fallen in love with if the circumstances were different.
But the one you were looking at now, he wasn't the same.
If he thought you could handle yourself before, you would have taken on the responsibility with your head held high. You would have accepted the challenge posed to you because he trusted you to complete it with the same level of expectations he set himself with.
But this whole operation was doomed without him to begin with.
The plan was concocted with him at the forefront. You were supposed to support him. It wasn't just a recovery of stolen goods, but a full frontal assault that showed everyone why messing with Onychinus was the biggest mistake you could make. It was a statement. A reminder. A threat.
But he left in the midst of battle. He didn't even warn you, his figure disappearing in a red hazy mist that you only caught the end of before you were fighting for your life, dodging bullets and protecting what you could. You proved that without your leader, Onychinus wasn't the threat everyone believed it was. Without Sylus, the organization were a bunch of bums with high powered weapons that didn't know what to do with them.
It was a blow to your pride. A blow to the morale of your men.
And you watched as the man standing before you looked at you like none of it truly mattered to him. That this was all a game.
That was the most frustrating part of all of it.
"You told me that I could trust you," your voice was softer, the anger still present but muted as the air in your lungs became limited, "that you were someone who could carry the weight on your shoulders. Yet, all I saw was someone that was willing to sacrifice our lives, my life, like it was a means to an end."
Perhaps it was.
Sylus didn't flinch at your words. He didn't deny your claims. He didn't correct you and prove that he was still the same man you knew. He didn't even hesitate as he watched you with cold, calculating eyes.
"Everyone has their use; you are no different." Without warning, he released you as you fell to the ground, your hands bracing your fall as the blinding hot pain from your leg shot up throughout your nervous system. You stifled your agony, sucking in air as you grit your teeth to keep from voicing out your pain. "Disrespect her again and I will remind you permanently where your place truly is."
He didn't bother to wait for your response as he walked out of the room, leaving you alone to tend to the wound that opened up once more and bled through the bandages.
Everything you've endured was for nothing.
Every heartache and sleepless night was a waste.
You didn't expect love from him, but you deserved respect. Acknowledgement for your efforts and the time you spent building an empire of strength and power when he was still a nameless man on the street. Onychinus wasn't built overnight. It was through sheer effort, planning and time that created the empire that threatened to shake the foundations of the world.
He had the charisma, the money and the power to be someone that could rule the world. He simply needed support to get started. That's where you came in.
You had connections. You built trust with the right people that would soon be able to aid him. You knew the N109 Zone better than most and you had faith in him.
"You got this hungry look in your eyes." You stood over Sylus with a grin, peering down at him from the railing as he glanced up at you with a smirk. "You don't seem like an average denizen here in the Zone. You have ambitions, don't you?"
"You have a good eye, I'll give you that." Your grin widened, your chin propped up on your open palm as you leaned over more.
"Intimidation can only get you so far, mister. Eventually, someone will prove to you that they're not afraid of you or your power. That's why building connections and trust will carry you farther than what you've been trying to do. Making friends with those that won't bow down so easily is going to be your greatest asset." Sylus pushed himself off his bike and made his way up the steps to where you stood.
"You seem to know a lot about what I need." You puffed your chest out, your head held high.
"You got ambitions and so do I. You have the manpower, single-handedly from what I can see, and I have the connections that may aid you. I know who to trust and I know which hornet's nest to shake to get your messages across. Soon, everyone will know your name." You both stood in front of each other, hungry for something greater than this life provided.
"How are you so sure I'll even be able to live up to these impossible expectations you've set out?" You extended your hand out, undeterred and full of confidence.
"I got a good sense of these things and I know that you're not someone that is content with less than you deserve." Sylus laughed, his hand reaching for yours as you sealed the deal.
"Good eye."
You sat on the ground, uncomfortable and defeated by something you had no foresight to. Something written in the cosmos where no one but he and her were privy to. All the wasted effort. All the time counting the days where you could finally rest comfortably and enjoy the remainder of your life in luxury was all crumbling around you into remnants of misplaced trust.
It was clear as day now more than ever that he had a goal in mind and it wasn't just unmatched power. It was for her. All of this was to provide for her everything so she could never want for more. And if she did ever want more, then he could easily grant it to her.
It would have been easier to calculate your loss if you had known. You thought that everything you both went through, all the time getting to know one another and trusting the other would allow him to shed light on his true goals for why he was doing this. But the longer you sat there on the floor, the chill of the med bay coiling around you as you stared at the floor with empty eyes and racing thoughts, you realized you had nothing.
You were disposable.
You were a tool.
And Onychinus belonged to him and her, not you.
a/n: there may be a part 2 but part 2 might... also not come to fruition. it's hmmmm... part 2 in my head delves into some darker, more taboo topics and truthfully i'm a bit apprehensive about it. Mostly I just don't want bots yelling at me in my inbox about how sick I am considering it's focus would be on Caleb after that.
