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caleb elliot. indie multi-fandom oc, incl. HTGAWM, AHS, TWD. Written by Harrison. one-liner, single para, multi-para. please check my verses page.

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“Well I haven’t got it either, that’s why I want to take it from you.” he smirks. He arches his eyebrows at Caleb - waggles them, in fact, and looks away again, at his phone screen. So maybe he’s texting Oliver at the same time, but he’s just getting started on this “finding Caleb a date thing”.

It wouldn’t take a genius, of course, to realise that Caleb did a lot of reflecting with jokes and humor, and though Connor isn’t sick of it yet, but it does make him curious. All of this deflecting - and why? 

Oh, and he notices that glance down at his crotch, too. Connor isn’t shy, so he glances down too, but unfortunately, his view is blocked. Never mind. He has a feeling he knows what’s going on, and he isn’t really going to call Caleb out on it. Yet.

“Well, I haven’t seen the goods, Caleb. How can I make a judgement?” Connor asks, as if they’re talking about something completely innocent.

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

"Hey,” Caleb smirks, noticing the other man's wandering eyes. “My eyes are up here.”

Everyone in Philly knows who Connor is for a reason - he’s literally the sex god. Whenever they just so happen to be at the same club, all eyes are on Connor. He’s not Caleb’s type, although he can definitely see what is so appealing: the dark hair, dark eyes, god-like charisma... Connor may not be Caleb’s type but he definitely wouldn’t say no.

Ugh Caleb, he’s literally your protégé, he mentally scolds himself. Sure, Connor’s a good-looking lad. However, he’s five years younger and has a boyfriend. However, it wouldn’t matter that they’re working together. Only god knows who's doing the dirty at the moment. There was Wes and Rebecca, Frank and Laurel and, now, the unfathomable rumor surrounding what Michaela supposedly did with- Caleb shudders. That is not something he wants to think about.

“The goods?” Caleb repeats. “You’ll be disappointed to hear that I’m not a stripper anymore, then.” He picks up a pen and spins it around with two fingers, acting as though he hasn’t just made a strange revelation.

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

@avocxt - continued from here [x]

            “No - i’m not fucking doing this again. I didn’t– I didn’t kill anyone!!” 

“You're right. You didn’t kill anyone, I did. But, now you’re an accessory to murder. You’ve done this before and you can do this again. Step one - establish an alibi.”

[niicotinefiix-blog]

     ▒ Absolutely ideal — ANOTHER fucking ghost. Someone else to share the house with, although she supposes she’s been unknowingly doing so all along. It is only when he mentions Tate that her throat seems to swell shut on command. Her stomach turns at the revelation of what Tate had DONE, another tick on the list of people he had hurt, another layer of ice growing hard around her heart. Every time she even entertained the notion of speaking to him sometime in the remainder of eternity, something happened to make her reconsider that harebrained idea. ❝ You’ve got to be SHITTING me, right? ❞ she asks, although she knows he isn’t. It is no variety of a stretch to believe Tate had done exactly that, just as he had with countless others. The thought makes her useless blood boil. He asks the favor he obviously appeared to ask and immediately, she clams up. Mouth sets into a tight line, light eyes harden, and she shakes her head stiffly. She is not unmoved by his plight but the very idea of asking Tate for anything, not knowing what she’d have to do in return, was an immediate non-option in her mind. ❝ No. I mean, I CAN’T. I’m sorry. I don’t speak to Ta— to him, anymore, ❞ she informs him

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

“LISTEN, we’re all going to be stuck here until the end of time, literally. You can obviously tell that I’m not one to beat around the bush. If you do something for me, I can do something for you.” Caleb begins to negotiate. 

Violet must be missing something. Or, maybe she wants a new book, a new DVD or even some new godforsaken clothes. She isn’t exactly the most stylish person that Caleb’s ever met. Whatever it is - if she managed to get Caleb’s boyfriend to the house, he would definitely get something for her in return.

“I get what the deal is with you two. Romeo and Juliet but he’s dead and you’re dead, but you didn’t know that he was dead or even that YOU died. Whatever! Are you just going to ignore him for-fucking-ever? You’re both trapped on one hundred square feet of property. What’s he gonna do? Bone Hayden for the rest of his life?” He stops himself. Maybe he’s going a little bit too far, digging up issues that have been put to rest. But, who cares? As long as she gets Tate to do it, there isn’t a problem.

“So, what do you want? The new Michael Grant book? That new Harry Potter film on DVD?” Caleb asks in an attempt to be nice. “Name your price.”

[htgawm]

You know you’re not going to get in. Stanford only takes, like, ten transfers a year, and I know your ranking can’t be better than mine.

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

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          Shit! He knew that buying condoms at fucking Walmart would be a bad idea. Bumping into his colleague while choosing between Ultra Sensitive and ‘Bareskin Feel’ was not how Caleb had planned for his day to go. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed the familiar man standing only a few feet away. Caleb was seconds from turning around and fleeing when their eyes met.

          “Connor!” He laughs, trying to make the situation less awkward. “Got any recommendations? Which ones are best for you?”

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“Well, maybe I won’t tell him about the discount. He might think that’s the only reason we’re going.” He says, and then he gives that little, fond, almost giddy smile, the smile that is 100% to do with Oliver, and only ever shows when Connor is looking at, talking about, or even just thinking about Oliver. He’s in love, okay? Leave him alone.

Two days is ample time for a man who has a lot of ex-one night stands, and ex-booty calls. Even with the shit-tonne of work Annalise will pile on them in those said two days, Connor will still have more than enough time to be able to find someone for Caleb. It’s not exactly like he’s the worst candidate ever - he’s hot, and he’s smart, and he’s got a pretty good sense of humor. Oh, and a nice ass. Yeah, Connor’s looked.

“Two days.” He nods. “I bet you 20 bucks. Two days.” He says, taking a sip from his cup of coffee.

He had never felt the need for a partner until he had met Oliver. He’d never wanted to go on a proper date before Oliver, and he wasn’t sure he would ever want to take anyone but Oliver on a date. So there. But he can sort of see where Caleb’s coming from, he supposes. He can understand why he would be insecure.

“She’ll fight you for him. And y’know, I reckon she’d fight dirty.” he smirks, and he shrugs. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re hotter than he is. His ass is a little better, maybe, but overall.” Connor shrugs.

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

“Twenty bucks?!” Caleb exclaims. “Do you think I’d still be working for Annalise if I had that kinda of money?” 

Again with the jokes. Always with the jokes. It’s eye roll-worthy, really. Although, there is some truth behind the laughter. Working as a public defender, and being given the unwinnable cases, isn’t exactly what Caleb had wanted when he walked out on Annalise. 

Nevertheless, he’s either using the jokes to prevent things from getting awkward, or to cover up how desperately he needs to get laid a boyfriend. A long-term partner would be cool, but Caleb wouldn't mind getting fucked either. He quickly brushes the idea out of his mind after noticing the tent forming in his pants. The idea of sex, plus a sexually frustrated twenty-something, usually equals an awkward public boner and an embarrassing scene.

Caleb clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck and looking down at his lap. He unconsciously rubs the palms of his hands together. Enough jokes, he mentally scolds himself.

The man shrugs. He might as well go ahead with the bet. If he wins, he gets a boyfriend. If he loses, he gets twenty dollars. What is there to lose, except from his dignity?

“Are you crazy?” Caleb frowns and pretends to act annoyed. “My ass is way better than his! These trousers may not be all that flattering but - I promise you - these briefs hold a gold mine.”

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

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“If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away” Caleb smiles, avoiding eye contact with the fair-haired man. It’s not that he doesn’t want to go into battle with the Avengers - he really does - but joining them is not something that one decides to do. The only way to get into the ultra-exclusive team is by invite.

He bites his lip - turning around and beginning to exit the Quinjet. Come on, Steve… He thinks, wordlessly begging the man. Take me with you.

[thewalkingmike]

The Walking Dead: Michonne - Episode 1: In Too Deep

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[chriskams]

“I killed Lila.”

[morexteeth-blog]

That response was unexpected. The fact that she managed to rile the other up was fulfilling in itself to Quinn, but what made it even better was the hypocrisy. “You’re right, I don’t know anything about you, but now I do thanks to reverse psychology. A good girl would be a really insulting thing for me to compare myself to. And contract assassin? Wow, I’m flattered, but I’ve been way higher than a contract assassin in the food chain.”

Lips curled into a lopsided smirk at the comment. He was a fast learner. “But this person didn’t. So unless they were smart enough to sabotage or evade the CCTV cameras all together, they qualify as a dumbass.” Any decent hitman would more than likely know how to do such a thing, but checking the footage was worth a shot.

“Alright. I’ll go too, most store owners get all uptight when you ask them to see their security feed. I’m pretty good at convincing, you know, since I’m a prostitute and a contract assassin.” She finished her mischievous words off with a grin as she turned around and began walking toward the shop, giving her neckline a slight tug down in preparation.

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

“Ugh,” Caleb scoffed. Honestly, he was getting quite bored. It was fun at first - but the petty insults and bickering was becoming too childish for him, despite Caleb being the one that actually started the arguing.

In fact, it was rather easy to gain access to the CCTV camera. Admittedly, it did require Quinn to flutter her eyes a few times, however Caleb was convinced that it was him who gained them access to the footage - by showing his public defender’s ID. They had been led, by the store owner, to a small room behind the front desk, consisting of only a laptop and two monitors.

The pair watched the recording intently. Caleb rubbed his beard slowly, deep in thought. His eyes darted across the screen, looking for any discrepancies or strange occurrences within the footage. Unfortunately, the murderer was not caught on camera ... but the victim was.

She emerged from the alleyway and began to walk across the front of the store, before stopping completely. The woman then span on the spot and turned back down the alleyway. Caleb jumped forwards and rewound the footage.

“What was that? Did someone call her back?” Caleb questioned.

[nctfree]

         Three jabs to the ego in such a short amount of time leave the dope fiend pissed. Lips twist into a disdainful pout, which causes his nose to wrinkle as he glares at the other with a fired gaze set upon eyes so green.          “ Entertain you? Like what? Like I’m fucking here to  a m u s e  you? Only clown i see in these halls is you, Krusty. You don’t know shit about me, so I suggest you keep it that way and cast your unwarranted fucking judgment elsewhere. Com-fucking-prende?”           Even then he was keeping cool, composing himself just so he could find it in whatever reserve he contained to brush this guy off so he’d be out of his sight, but then he’s being told to get??? lost??? FUCK THAT SHIT.  “ ASSHOLE. I WOULDN’T FUCK YOU WITH —- ” sudden pause, followed by an eerie smirk, “——— well, maybe with a drill-bit. ”

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

          Caleb does nothing but smile - knowing how much it infuriates Gabriel. He jokingly raises his eyebrows and widens his eyes. It surprises him, really, how much anger the other man is unleashing. He’s obviously on the comedown from taking some sort of drug, Caleb assumes.

“Oh, Gabe,” His fun is only just beginning. “Let it all out, honey.” He takes a step closer to the other man, leaving only an inch between them. “Lord knows that you’d fuck me with whatever you could get a hold of. If you’re too scared of letting the others know that you swing both ways, I sleep in Room 92. You can creep in at night and, well, you get what I’m saying...”

It’s highly likely that Gabriel has no intention of doing anything with Caleb, but winding him up is just so fun...

[nctbitten-a]

      “There are a lot of evil things on the loose nowadays.       You worry too much about them, and you’ll never       leave home.”

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

         “You’re pretty wise for someone your age, Clem. The apocalypse does that to you; I guess. You should run along. Carver’ll have your head if he catches you out here after nightfall.” 

[firedevotion-deactivated2018120]

Movies watched in 2015 (#9) / Into the Woods (2014) / 8/10

Careful the wish you make, wishes are children. Careful the path they take, wishes come true, not free. Careful the spell you cast, not just on children. Sometimes the spell may last past what you can see, and turn against you. Careful the tale you tell, that is the spell. Children will listen…

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

                       smiling as the woman approached, caleb pressed the button to his right and unlocked the car door. well, they’d definitely be able to seduce the client to get information out of them, caleb made a mental note. he silently scolded himself: don’t judge a woman based on her looks. pulling the hand-break up, he flicked one of his blinkers on.

                      ‘ and you, ‘  he greeted ‘ i’m caleb. caleb elliot, you’ll be glad to know, not hapstall, ’ breaking the ice through the only way he knew - cracking a joke.

                       truthfully, he’d been nervous to meet laurel. he felt like they were in competition, strangely. not that they were part of the same generation of ‘the keating five.’ caleb had left college the year that laurel began her degree. he felt it was his duty to show her the ropes. not that she’d really need guidance. she was working under the annalise keating after all.  

                         he moved the car away from the pavement and began to drive down the road. oh, great. they were stuck behind a slow learner. ’ dave’s driving lessons ’ he shook his head. at least it gave them some time to get to know each other.

                          ’ so, what are the dynamics of the new keating five? you all get on or is it like my old five - always trying to one-up each other? ’ caleb asked. he was genuinely interested. the cut-throat days of trying to get the final piece of evidence were the best days of his life. of course, they hadn’t actually cut anyone’s throat, unlike the new five. well, laurel and her friends technically hadn’t cut someone’s throat. but, he knew what they’d done. he knew why sam’s murderer was never found. not that it mattered to him. little did laurel know, annalise had once got caleb and his four friends out of a very similar situation…

[avocxt-deactivated20170603]

“very mysterious, but I think we’d know if Annalise had took your case. She’d have us up to our necks in your shit.” And by that, of course, he means that she’d have the five of them, Connor, Michaela, Asher, Wes and Laurel working day and night in an attempt to make sense of evidence and put together a good (flawless) case. So he doesn’t believe all of Caleb’s ominousness.

Ah, Dinner. Don’t talk to Connor about dinner. He doesn’t do dates, and he doesn’t do dating; dating Oliver is something different altogether because it was like they never were dating. They were fucking, and Connor was getting Oliver to do illegal things, and then they were apart, and then… and then they kind of just became a couple. No dating involved. So he’s not sure where they’re going to dinner. It’s been bugging him for a month.

“I… don’t know. I don’t know anywhere nice. And it’s my treat, so I don’t want Oliver to know, which means I can’t ask him where’s nice…” he runs a hand through gelled hair, and shrugs. “I’ll work it out.” He sips his coffee, and arches one dark eyebrow. “Dude, that’s sad. Give me two days, I’ll get you a date. A real one.”

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

“Take him to that new Thai restaurant on 34th Street - super nice food and you can get the couples discount of fifteen percent. For that sort of money, I’ve pretended to date so many of my friends.” Caleb laughs, not because anything is funny, but because the conversation is becoming quite awkward. 

He looks down at the mug in his hands, avoiding eye contact with Connor. Spinning it slowly, Caleb watches as the little amount of coffee swirls around inside the mug. The promise of a date sounds... nice. Although, he has no idea where Connor would find someone for him. It’s not like the younger man had any friends to push Caleb’s way.

“Two days?!” He almost exclaims. “I’ll hold you to that promise! No idea how you’re gonna get the time to do it, though; with Annalise making us do her job for her.”

There’s nothing more that Caleb hates than when people pity him. It’s not like he doesn’t bring it on himself - he definitely does - it just makes him feel like less of a man. Caleb may be a financially-stable fairly-reputable lawyer but he still struggles with his confidence and self-worth issues. Every week that passes, in which he doesn’t win a case, or have a date, he digs deeper into that ice cream tub of sadness.

“I wonder if Michaela’ll give me a chance with Caleb Hapstall.” He cracks a joke - the best method to cover up his insecurities. “You know: I’ve always hated it when people have the same name as me. It makes everything feel like a competition and, obviously, I’m the one that’s winning.”

[fearwillnotdefineme-blog]

The sedan crept along the snow-loitered streets of Philadelphia. Inside, Caleb peered over his steering wheel, counting the house numbers until he reached the destination. Checking the scrap of paper in his hand again, he read it aloud. 

“Laurel Castillo, 328 Castle Street,” and a phone number. That was all he knew about the mysterious woman he was about to pick up, along with the fact that she was part of the new Keating Five. Annalise had called him back into town for urgent business. Apparently, her new case was extremely complicated and they needed another experienced set of eyes. It baffled Caleb. How could a case be so complicated that the Annalise Keating needed help. But, who better to ask for assistance than an alumni of your own class?

He brought the car to a halt and pulled out his phone. A quick Facebook search of her name and Caleb had already found her profile. They had one mutual friend - a man named Connor Walsh, of course. Laurel was a pretty, young woman with long dark hair. He closed the app and rang the phone number.

“Hey, is this Laurel? It’s Caleb... Annalise’s friend.” The man began. “Are you ready to go and interview this guy? Yeah, I’m outside.”