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Caleb Wyatt. 28. Software Engineer.

[ayophelia]

What started off as a small bet, snowballed into etched faintly permanence. As she sat on the leather covered chair with her hand extended outward, she smirked through the buzzing on her finger. Ophelia couldn’t help but smile through the pain, although, she was guilty for being a sadist at moments. Glancing from her hand to the tattoo artist to turning her head to look at the seat occupied by Caleb, she chuckled. “Are you okay? Do you need me to ask someone for a diaper or something, Wyatt?” Her voice laced in sarcasm, awaiting for his usually witty remark. At first this was just supposed to be a joke, but now it was coming to fruition in what she could only put partial blame on alcohol and a bit of stupidity. A few minutes later, the artist finished her index finger tattoo. Minimalistic tattoo? Sure, but a profound yes was now the memory of such events. Standing from the chair, she walked over to Caleb with nothing but a smirk across her round face. “So, I just thought of something,” she stated hesitantly. “Since today is all about stupidity, what if we did something even more outrageous than these matching tattoos?” With a stern nod of her head, she turned to the back room of the tattoo parlor and grinned back at her companion. “Piercings, nipple piercings, to be more exact. You’re up first, of course. Just to be sure you don’t back out on me.” she stated, her voice hoarse from trying to restrain the laughter. “Now don’t be a big baby and get those itty bitty’s customized.”

@calebwyatt

[calebwyatt-blog1]

Ophelia was fucking crazy. That’s how he ended up in the tattoo chair, staring down at the fresh bandage to cover his tattoo on his finger. Underneath the bandage was a minimalistic and matching tattoo that Ophelia had picked out earlier in a hazy blur. He knew an impromptu tattoo wasn’t the most responsible idea, but with the amount of drinks that both of them had downed, his inhibitions were gone and he wanted to see where the night went. Being prideful and competitive was his downfall here, and with every challenge that Ophelia gave him, he was eager to show that he was game. “Shut up, no,” he responded as she checked in on him again, “All that brandy’s starting to wear off.” He leaned back in his chair and met her stare before he glanced at the tattoo gun that was going over her design again. His eyes started to widen at her next proposition. Nipple piercings? Ophelia Dawson was fucking crazy. “Are you serious?” he asked, his tone deadpan, “Nipple piercings?” He never contemplated getting his nipples pierced, and he really had no intention to. But he didn’t want to seem like a pussy--he was so prideful after all. “Dawson, come on,” he reasoned as he looked down and his finger started to run over his chest to feel over his nipple, “I’m not sure if I got a whole lot of nipple to be pierced if I’m being honest.” 

[calebwyatt-blog1]

scfiasanchez‌:

“I actually have a photo of me on Instagram going apple picking when I was five, before I even knew the pain that applesauce would cause me,” she told him, taking out her smartphone and scrolling until she reached the post. “And well, that’s my father holding me. He’s obviously no longer that young,” she explained, waiting for Caleb’s reaction to her childhood photo. Was he gonna laugh at her expression or coo mockingly over how cute she was? Or perhaps make a comment about how she didn’t get her dad’s good looks. “I’ve probably overstayed my time away from my actual date,” Sofia told Caleb, somewhat apologetically. Why did they need to leave the office for them to have a good time? “Save me a dance, Wyatt,” she told him with a smile as she rose from her seat, eyes scanning the inside room for Mateo. 

However, when she caught sight of her date making out with another woman, Sofia stiffened and turned back to Caleb. She didn’t know if he’d seen them too, but she figured she would not bring it up. “Actually, he looks a bit occupied. As am I,” she stated proudly as she returned to her seat on the bench. Maybe it was her trying to shield her confusion as to why someone would ask her to be his date to an event and then make out with someone else, or maybe she was actually interested in continuing her conversation with Caleb. “We need to get out of the office, huh? So that we can actually be amicable instead of trying to one-up each other.”

As if she had read his mind, Sofia started whipping out her phone to show him a picture of her when she was young. He wasn’t too far off in how he pictured her--a miniature version of the Sofia she was today--only her younger self had bangs and seemed much less intimidating. He wondered briefly then if she was also extremely competitive when she was younger and if she was born with her work ethic or if it was something she grew into. He was beginning to have a lot of questions about the girl he had only known as a co-worker not too long ago, and it was an odd feeling to suddenly get eighteen months after meeting her. “Wow, look at you,” he said simply, unable to really voice his fascination and unwilling to seem too interested. After months of being so prideful and reserved around her, he had a hard time shedding that attitude. Baby steps. 

He started to stand up when she did, and when her voice began to trail off as she searched for her date, his eyes darted around the room until they were both looking at the same thing. It took him a moment to make out the clump in the distance and to realize it was two people in a rather close embrace in such a public area. He wasn’t a public display of affection type of guy, especially when it was fully making out in a event like the gala. A frown started to grow on his features. He felt bad that she had ditched her date for him, and he felt partly responsible for separating the two. Maybe if Caleb wasn’t throwing up then Sofia wouldn’t have left her date, and he wouldn’t have been making out with another girl. “Actually,” he started, “do you want to go? I’m getting kinda tired of this place and want some food since I threw up most of it. I don’t know if you have anyone else here to say hi to...or to watch make out with somebody else.” He couldn’t help the last backhand comment--he was usually sarcastic in nature. However, he did feel bad and felt like he could at least make it up to her.

[calebwyatt-blog1]

You think that Sofia is the best software engineer ever - Anonymous

This is by far the ugliest thing I’ve seen all day.

confess something you’ve thought about me on anon, and all i can do is post it

[calebwyatt-blog1]

Caleb was sacked up in the corner of the coffee shop with a book in his hand. On his day off, he decided the best and only way to spend it was a walk around until he found a nice place to settle so that he could read his book: Ship of Theseus. Occasionally, he took breaks every-so-often to glance around the area and take in the environment around him. This particular coffee shop was new to him, and he was enjoying its general atmosphere--all very laid-back but a little rustic as well. He wasn’t necessarily interested in its food options and chose to settle down with tea instead. From the corner of his eye, he saw that he had a new seat neighbor since he first got there, and at first glance, he didn’t really make anything of the girl to strike up a conversation. As he was about to turn back to his book, he noticed the yogurt container that she had just opened and felt compelled to say something. He turned to her and said, “Hey, sorry. I have no business really knowing this, but that soy yogurt you’re about to eat is expired.”

@jojo-fitzsimmons

[calebwyatt-blog1]

I wish I looked as good in glasses as you do

confess something you’ve thought about me on anon, and all i can do is post it

[calebwyatt-blog1]

I don't think I'd want to be your friend.

confess something you’ve thought about me on anon, and all i can do is post it

[calebwyatt-blog1]

you want to bang sofia

confess something you’ve thought about me on anon, and all i can do is post it

[calebwyatt-blog1]

You look like a potato.

confess something you’ve thought about me on anon, and all i can do is post it

[calebwyatt-blog1]

you got a nice jaw

confess something you’ve thought about me on anon, and all i can do is post it

Confess something you've thought about me on anon, and all I can do is post it

[calebwyatt-blog1]

scfiasanchez‌:

Sofia was slightly proud of herself that she was able to assist Caleb up without falling over herself, given that she was tiny in comparison to him. “It really was not great. I had a best friend back home who was obsessed with applesauce though, so I would always give mine to her when we got them in school lunches,” Sofia admitted, shaking her head and pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I eat apples in their natural form, as well as baked. I’m from the south, where fruit pies are life,” she added, turning to face Caleb on the bench. They’d been working together for almost two years, yet they’d hardly interacted on a personal level. “Or maybe my father just couldn’t make good applesauce, it wasn’t a thing in Spain apparently. So I guess I can cut him a bit of slack. Can you conveniently blame your parents for the banana fiasco?” she teased back, but feeling more drawn to him as a person than she had before, as opposed to simply her colleague.

Caleb sat back against the bench and sunk down a little so that his head was resting comfortably on the back. He tried picturing Sofia at a young age, and the best he could come up with was a version of her that looked exactly as she did now but two feet shorter. He wondered what she was like when she was younger and the face she must have made after tasting a spoonful of applesauce. It was intriguing to say the least, and he briefly wondered if she’d ever let him see her baby photos. “You know, I guess I could blame them,” he said, “since they’re the ones who made me. I’m actually pretty allergic to them. I go through the whole thing--my throat swells up, I turn all red--” He shook his head at the image, his nose wrinkling as he thought about his last bad reaction. “It’s not pretty,” he said earnestly, “That kinda explains why I have such a bad aversion to bananas. I can do banana flavoring, but actual banana? I’m pretty much done for.”

[calebwyatt-blog1]

lena-jacobson‌:

Lena should’ve known it was Caleb coming to her rescue, and she couldn’t help but casually smirk as the older coffee-shop patron retreated. It was a no-brainer when you saw Caleb approaching as he could be intimidating. As he continued to ramble on about Ulv and just how great she was, Lena began to nurse the coffee handed to her, sipping on the warmth as she could feel it slip into her veins. Ah, the sweet relief of caffeine. “I mean, I can train the worst of them, so I’m sure Ass-Face could become a search and rescue dog, and in exchange you can see how amazing Ulv is.” 

Caleb’s nose crinkled at the thought of his newly-adopted dog becoming a search and rescue dog. The image of the old, decrepit beagle running alongside a bunch of young and hardy German shepherds brought a smile to his face. “I wouldn’t hold your breath,” he told her, “I just want him to stop peeing on my carpet. For a beagle of his size, his bladder must make up at least half of his weight. I’ve had to buy two new mops in the past week, so I hope you’re not one of those people who believe you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

[calebwyatt-blog1]

heknewhimself‌:

Looking up at Caleb Clem laughed shaking his head.  “ Nope not at all, I have just been thinking how we could all be better people, and better and perfect aren’t the same thing.”  He replied taking a sip of his coffee.

Caleb shot Clem a look, his nose wrinkling as he listened to his friend. “I don’t think anyone mentioned anything about being perfect, Clem,” Caleb said dryly, “Something gotten into you?” In the short time that he knew Clem, Caleb hadn’t really known Clem to be so thoughtful in the way that he was being now. He didn’t really expect that from the model.

[intensional]

[fcrvorous]

@calebwyatt

[calebwyatt-blog1]

Caleb walked through the large, glass double doors of the law firm he had grown so used to passing on his morning commute to work. Under his arm was a manila package that his boss had told him to bring to the firm--something about lease agreements and whatever else. Caleb had never been interested in law or its inner-workings, so it was understandable that he only caught the essentials of his errand. He only knew that he was supposed to put the package in the hands of some lawyer, and since it was the end of his work day, he was more than eager to get rid of it and go home. Spotting the first figure he saw and assuming it was an intern or some professional filer, he came over to the girl and said, “Hi. I have this package here for one of your lawyers. Is anybody around that can take this off my hands?”

@ivyhcyes

[calebwyatt-blog1]

scfiasanchez‌:

What was this weird feeling of actually relating to Caleb? Sure, they had always been two sides of the same coin, but they were often too busy trying to one-up the other to actually use their common ground to their advantage. “I saw Charles earlier in the night and spoke to him a bit, he actually did mention that you were around somewhere. He told me to find you and say hi, so I guess I followed his advice,” she quipped. “It’s okay, I can stay with you for a bit longer,” she assured him, glancing over at a bench and extending her hand. “Although I’d much rather we sit over there than here, where it smells better,” she proposed, no longer able to ignore the scent. “Also standing in stilettos for extended periods does take quite the toll on you.” Truth be told, she was actually enjoying Caleb’s company quite a bit, which was evident seeing that she had not made any snarky remarks since she’d first encountered him on the balcony. She’d come with a date, but they both had the freedom to mingle and socialize.

He was starting to forget the fact that he had thrown up in front of Sofia, the very last person he wanted around in a case like this. After months of feeling threatened and intimidated by her, it was nice to be able to relax for a change and start to laugh at his downfalls rather than kick himself for them, and when she teasingly mentioned his prior mishap, an easy smile started to etch itself onto his features. “Thanks,” he said as he took her hand and boosted himself off of the ground. He stuffed his hands back in his pockets as he followed her to the bench. “So applesauce, huh?” he asked, drawing the conversation back. He was starting to enjoy getting to know Sofia better--getting to know her beyond what her qualifications were. It was interesting to imagine her as anything but the stubborn, competitive coworker he had come to know. “Kinda a rude awakening for a kid since that’s pretty much a staple to every lunchtime meal for anyone under four feet tall. Does that mean you’re allergic to apples too? Or are you only allergic to puréed apples?” he said, half teasingly and half out of pure curiosity.

[heknewhimself-deactivated201909]

“Have you ever wondered what the world would be like if we were all a little nice to one another? I know we all like to say we would never hurt anyone, but the truth is even the nicest people hurt someone at some point.”

[calebwyatt-blog1]

“Nothing would get done,” Caleb answered, “Conflict breeds growth, Clem. Why are you thinking about world peace all of a sudden? Did somebody hire you for a Pepsi commercial or something?”