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calehenituse-brainrot · 2 years

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Something of Yours

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

He opened your room and found nothing of yours

tw// mentions self-harm scars, mentions of character death, hurt/comfort

"For me?"

Cale nodded, giving you a nonchalant stare as he dropped the gloves he had seen you eyed for quite some time when a designer had come over with their collection to the duchy, preparing clothes for you and Cale.

"Thank you." The bright smile you gave him makes him shift as he stands, an unknown feeling stirring in his stomach and his chest feeling overwhelmingly warm - he's pretty sure he isn't supposed to feel that when he's not even using Record.

You immediately tried the gloves on. It was a pair of semi-sheer black opera gloves that you always wanted since they looked so simple and elegant in the movies. A lot of women wore these types of gloves in this universe as it goes with their aesthetics and you wanted to try wearing them instead of long-sleeved tops daily. You noticed how Cale's eyes stayed on you as you slip on the gloves, swiftly covering the bumpy lines on your arms.

"Oh, it fits like a-" You paused talking, giggling a bit when you turn to look at him, "-like a glove."

"Yes," Cale replied nonchalantly. "Do you like it?"

"Of course!" You say with a lilt in your voice. "I've been wanting them for awhile."

You placed your gloved hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. "Thanks, Cale, I really appreciate it."

Cale placed his hand on top of yours and slightly regret the choice to buy you those gloves because now instead of the warmth of your hand, he could only feel the soft material that covers it. He stared at you, thumb brushing the soft material of the gloves and thinking how he would lay awake at night and thought again and again about how you could disappear at any time.

"By the way-" You pulled your hand back and Cale immediately thought about how he wished you could've put your hand longer. "You've been spoiling me endlessly ever since that top whip test."

As always, you were observant of him. Sometimes it's scary but other times, Cale would find it ridiculously absurd that you were that sharp of his change of attitudes. How is it that sometimes you know him better than himself?

"Have I?" He questioned with a hum, nonchalant and flat. You raised an eyebrow, knowing that Cale himself is aware of his actions.

'How odd,' you thought to yourself. Usually, Cale would be generous and wouldn't even be aware of how much money he's spending if it's on others - his generosity on material things usually goes unnoticed by himself. 'He's consciously picking things for me to have.'

"Is there some kind of special occasion?" You asked, curious. "Or did something happen?"

You noticed how his expression shifted when you ask whether or not something had happened and knew you had hit the mark. You know Cale is the type to be silent about his own sufferings so instead of asking him what was wrong, you held onto his hand. "I'm here if you need anything."

"Nothing is wrong."

He shut you down that day and for the next few days after that, he did not gift you anything and for a moment, you were relieved because perhaps that strange behavior was a one-time thing. You were proven wrong when you received a leather coat from Hans, who claimed Cale and the kids were the ones who picked it out for you. You let those purchases pass since you had thought maybe he had bought them because the kids had mentioned you.

Then you received books regarding things you had been pondering out loud whenever Hans or Ron is around. You had the suspicions that they were reporting about you to Cale. Instead of feeling happy and grateful, you were dumbfounded by these strange acts of kindness Cale was doing. It's not that he wasn't kind, but it's just odd how that man was consciously purchasing things for you.

You confronted him during noon, knowing he would just be waking up while everyone would be busy ding their own things. You walked into his room, holding the latest item you believed he had paid for you to have, which was an empty diary. You can see his brows furrowing as he listens to your heels clicking on the tile of his bedroom, purposefully making it as loud as possible as you approach his bed. You see him crack one eye open to look at you and you raised the latest purchase he had for you, showing it to the man.

"Cale," you called for him. "What is this?"

Cale looks at the book and closed his eyes again. "Looks like a book to me."

You let out a sigh and sat on the bed, rubbing your face but making sure not to ruin your makeup. You placed the diary beside where you assume his thighs are and stared at the walls, knowing Cale would not go back to sleep if you were bothering him like this.

"I don't understand you," you began, your voice did not sound frustrated. Instead, you seemed to be amused. "What's with all the sudden splurge on me?"

"You know I don't like people spending money on me," you said, tugging at your fingers. "It makes me feel like you're gonna ask me to return them all one day once you no longer want to be friends with me."

"I'm not cruel like that," Cale immediately replied, eyes still closed. You let out a laugh, low and lacking any mirth. "Anyways, this feels like my exes' love-bombing. Stop doing it."

There's a moment of silence between the two of you where the only sounds you can hear are your breaths. You stared at the walls, thinking back to the times when every act of kindness you received had been used against you, the shame always gripping and squeezing you by the chest to the point you'd have difficulty breathing. You doubted Cale would be like that, but the thought of it happening made you uncomfortable. To imagine him saying how shameless you are after all the things he had done to you made you tremble a bit.

A slight push from your hip snapped you from your imagination. You turned and saw that Cale had nudged you with his knee, noticing that your mind had been somewhere else. He looks at you and says, "Don't do that."

"Sorry," you mumbled, shaking off the thoughts from your head and giving Cale a tired smile. "As I was saying, stop doing whatever it is you're doing. I'm grateful, yes, but I can just feel something is wrong, okay? It doesn't feel right."

Cale's eyes stayed on your smile for a moment before he sat up. You watch him reach for the diary you've placed on the bed, skimming through the empty pages, his expression unreadable. "You should start writing... or something."

You raised an eyebrow. "Or something?"

"Or something," Cale confirms, handing you the diary after shutting it close. "Leave your mark - a proof that you had once existed."

You tilt your head, touching the diary while Cale was still holding it. "Are you not enough?"

Cale's heart skipped a beat and he stared at you, confused about what the meaning of your words is and bothered by how his stomach begin to feel odd. "Not enough for what?"

You take the diary, purposefully touching his hand in the process as you explain; "I don't need to leave some kind of proof that I had once existed. It's enough to be remembered by you and the others."

"What if they forgot about you?" Cale asked because he knew you knew he was not capable of forgetting anything. "Or what if they forgot what you look like?"

You smiled. "Then maybe it's time to let me go."

Upon hearing that, the emotion that have been brewing in his chest for the last couple of weeks was on the verge of coming up to his throat. Cale felt like his emotions were clogging up his throat and it was borderline painful as he tries to suppress them all down. He grits his teeth and you can see that he was holding himself back, his neck showing a vein or two.

The thought of letting you go has been something Cale refused to acknowledge for the last couple of months. He still doesn't know how you feel about the idea of returning to your world and frankly, he doesn't want to know.

Still, he doesn't know if not wanting to know is a good thing, because he remembers the ache in his chest and how painful his thighs were after he had hit them so many times to prevent his emotions from going crazy during the top whip test.

He remembered how he had woken up in that illusion, acknowledging that his friends and family have died and he was the remaining one alive. He looked them up in the books, each and every book describing how noble their deaths were because they saved millions of people from war, not considering the loneliness Cale Henituse had to suffer.

In that world, your name was never mentioned and it strikes Cale as odd.

You were a humble person and thought nothing of your existence, but to Cale, you were someone who was able to bend time and space simply by existing and you were a kind and sentimental person that tried your hardest to make sure your existence would not bother the dynamics of the world.

For that reason, Cale had hoped maybe you could have dodged a grim end and helped him.

For some reason, Cale thought even if he had been left alone, you were an existence he's sure would always be beside him.

But no, you never appeared when he waited. There was no portrait of you as a way to honor your sacrifices like the others, no stories about you made into a children's bedtime story. Your name was never mentioned. In fact, no one knew who you were. There was no one who knew you and if someone did, they'd most likely have died anyway.

When he went to the Super Rock Villa to look for answers, he found graves.

He found the graves of his friends and family, all in the form of their belongings, left in their tidy rooms as if they would be home any second and ready to mess up their rooms and go back to training on the lawn.

Choi Han with his sword, Rosalyn with her magic staff, Ron with his artificial arm -

Everyone had something left behind once they die and Cale thought that it was a blessing and torture for him.

Your room had been the last for Cale to check before he went up to his floor, your room being the closest to the stairs to his floor. He pondered about you endlessly, thinking whether or not where you had gone or if you did not exist in this world lies solely in the room closest to his floor.

He opened your room and found nothing of yours.

There were no signs of the personal touches you've added to your room, the wardrobe was empty with no signs of the clothes you've always worn, no papers or books filled with your handwriting.

He would have preferred if the room was used as storage and filled with useless junk because at least that confirmed that the room was never used and you did not exist in this horrible illusion.

But it didn't.

This room was prepped exactly for a woman to use, with a large wardrobe, a clean dress for sleeping, combs on the drawers of the vanity, and untouched perfumes that smelled nothing like the ones you always wear.

This room was yours but at the same time, it wasn't.

You need to be here for this room to be yours. You have to be there with him and make this room yours.

You need to fill the vanity with your own handmade makeup concoctions. You need to switch out the perfumes you always say smell funky and make your own so Cale would always turn to you even before you could call for him because he'll smell the sweet smell of lavender or jasmine on you. There have to be papers scattered on the small table in the bedroom because you're always trying your best to remember the story so you write them down, scrambling to burn them whenever Cale or anyone else appears.

You had disappeared in that world and with your humble heart, you have nothing personal to leave him to remember you by.

"Are you okay, Cale?" Your voice and warm hand brought him back to reality, absorbed in Records as he remembers how he had faced the possibility of you disappearing. He looks down, seeing that you have been holding his hand, thumb brushing the back of his hand affectionately.

"I'm... okay," Cale answered you and when you began to pull your hand, Cale gripped it. "Cale?"

"Have you ever thought to get a portrait done?"

You blinked, dumbfounded. "What?"

"A portrait," he repeated. "Let's get one."

"Huh-? All of a sudden?"

Cale tilts his head. "Why not, right? We have the money so it won't be much."

You smiled, pulling your hand back and running your hand through his hair. "Hm, a face like this not getting recorded would be a shame."

Your fingers are light and nimble as you work on sorting the red mess that is Cale's hair. Cale was not very open to having people touching him so easily, but you along with the kids have always been the exception. It always feels so natural to have you all so close to him.

"You'd tell me if you want to leave, right?" The question left his mouth before he can even think to sort out the internal conflict that was happening in his head.

"I've always told you what I'm doing, don't I?" You questioned back with a smile, humming as you play with Cale's fringes.

"No," Cale replied. "I meant if you want to leave us."

You freeze, the smile on your face becoming tight. You glanced at Cale who was looking at you with an unreadable expression. You leaned back, sitting facing the redhead as you gather your thoughts.

"I still don't know whether I want to leave or not," you admitted. This topic was sensitive to you and it was not within your knowledge as well that this topic also makes Cale a bit uncomfortable.

It wasn't sensitive to Cale when he first met you, but after years of knowing each other, Cale was reluctant on letting you leave.

"Then stay."

You could feel your heart beginning to beat erratically and you hide your face, feeling your face heating up as blood rushes to your cheeks. "I-I'll... reconsider."

Cale knew he was supposed to let you choose your own path. It is your own life and after years of working hard, you deserved to do whatever it is that you want to do. Cale was being selfish, he knew that, but can't he be selfish for another person for once?

"It's a big decision, but I'll probably stay if you're willing to accommodate for my living expenses," you joked light-heartedly, a soft smile on your face as you look at Cale.

Cale activated his ability, recording every second of the moment. He stored the image of you deep into his brain - the curve of your smile, the crease in your eye, the slight tilt of your head, causing some of your fringes to cover your face, and how the sun hits your face almost perfectly that Cale was sure it could have been a movie shot.

But it's not.

You're real, and right here with him.

He returned that smile of yours that he always thought to be vibrant.

"What's mine is yours."

#cale henituse x reader #totcf #tcf cale #lout of the count’s family #lout of count's family #lcf cale #lcf #im backk #and idk how to feel #i still have so much to do but im pushing man #on the brink of going crazy actually #why did i enter law again

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roboticlover20 · 1 year

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6 years ago this blog dedicated to my oc dream demons zizzy and Izzy(isabelle) and any Dream demons or similars alike like Bill Cipher, kryptos from Gravity falls or Cuz and Yv from Nuclear Throne. I haven’t posted here in so long, i even came back when i was 15 yet i never managed to carry out my return promise. Now i am here to carry it on i guess? haha. Anyways most of the blog had these awesome roleplays by me and @voidyfishy, while I don’t think we will continue to do it again im glad to have had that experience with him.

BUT WE ENDED OFF AT AN AKWARD SAD BIT LIKE BRUH i plan to continue this series i love it if you were to experience my childhood with me.

I know it will be a big hassle to find the context for my recent comic I’ve posted, so i have compiled most the roleplays we did together

In a big parts list! So much easier to access! I hope you’ll enjoy my upcoming backstory stuff hahahha

Part 1

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/ask-kryptos-askzizzyfloweyandbill/2u8646c0fkuo

Part 2

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/ask-kryptos-askzizzyfloweyandbill/2u8646c0fkuo

Part 3

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/flashbacks-my-name-is-isabelle/2ss3xobej0y3

Part 4

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/a-friend-reunion-yes-krytoast-x-izzy-is/dbgoktze5bum

Part 5

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/isabelle-is-not-what-she-seems-zizzy-is-dead-if/s52g44h10sbv

Part 6

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/144102954050/eljg0yd0ig4e

Part 7

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/izzy-having-a-gud-tem-%25E1%2595%2595-%25E1%2590%259B-%25E1%2595%2597spoliers/wwene3emcq7j

Part 8

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/k-heres-she-is-askerrorbill-and-ask-kryptos-i/f1wfnfmp5yce

Part 9

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/here-we-have-da-smol-parasite-zizzy-does-izzy/9ec973x78rfu

Part 10

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/puts-in-front-of-zizzy-and-izzi-alright-axolotl/edik80d6vj4t

Part 11

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/where-is-he-mih-evas-mih-pleh/7g428t612u8c

Part 12

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/well-this-brings-back-memories/rvazcsxuipcg

Part 13

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/charascape-kryptos-is-going-to-run-the-blog-for/5j5wgf0lu20v

Part 14

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/throws-toast-into-krys-face-aaaaaaaaa/gireemu5dfg6

Part 15 (bit random)

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/charascape-asktheocdreamdemon-charascape/1dm2z5zeyuel

Part 16

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/part-1-on-wheres-theres-color-theres-not/p635dy0phst2

Part 17

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/part-2-where-theres-color-theres-not-flash-backs/x9cqqgqd3kli

Part 18

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/dis-cuz-is-prety-gud-liek-relly-gud-kewl/q6b4qco7g10z

Part 19

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/she-feed-up-with-everyones-shit-this-is-zizzy/ydq3fs8kmfzr

Part 20

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/am-i-cool-now-cipher-charascape-rp/msvud5f9ltkl

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/she-doesnt-know-what-to-do-now-if-she-cant-be/s5juibb6p1vt

Part 21

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/welp-charascape/vj8s4rupkd44

Part 22 (THE 2022 RECENT VERSION)

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/after-all-these-years-im-finally-making-a-follow/5wzr5o4gbnbg

Part 23

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/whats-up-its-yo-lord-and-master-for-all-of/lxf5hjcqcl1j

Part 24

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/she-doesnt-know-what-to-do-now-if-she-cant-be/s5juibb6p1vt

Part 25

https://at.tumblr.com/roboticlover20/yv-needs-to-go-outside-and-touch-grass-instead-of/l3lb2mao0vap

Part 26

https://roboticlover20.tumblr.com/post/703518447832858624/mmmmmm-fight-fight-fight

#zizzy #izzy #bill cipher #rp #occ #gravity falls #drawing #dreamdemons #dreamdemonocs #theocdreamdemon #my ocs #ocs #xd #IM BACKK

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