the lads game is so unnecessarily large. it takes up 35gb on my ipad and i don’t even have the home system downloaded 😭😭😭 i had to delete apps to just download this update
[⊹.˚] chapter twenty eight; honesty is the best policy
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every six months, on a dreaded tuesday, the hunters association welcomes it's latest class of recruits. everyone on your team seems excited to welcome the newcomers, but you couldn’t care less. however, that seems increasingly difficult when your recruit has made it her life mission to get you to love her.
every six months, on a dreaded tuesday, the hunters association welcomes it's latest class of recruits. everyone on your team seems excited to welcome the newcomers, but you couldn’t care less. however, that seems increasingly difficult when your recruit has made it her life mission to get you to love her.
every six months, on a dreaded tuesday, the hunters association welcomes it's latest class of recruits. everyone on your team seems excited to welcome the newcomers, but you couldn’t care less. however, that seems increasingly difficult when your recruit has made it her life mission to get you to love her.
every six months, on a dreaded tuesday, the hunters association welcomes it's latest class of recruits. everyone on your team seems excited to welcome the newcomers, but you couldn’t care less. however, that seems increasingly difficult when your recruit has made it her life mission to get you to love her.
"this was such a bust," mei groans, as she, tara, and the hoard of the people leaving the building flood out onto the street. it had only been forty five minutes since her and tara arrived at the friend's apartment before the neighbors came banging on the door, complaining about the noise. the host kicked everyone out and now they're on their phones looking for somewhere to go.
the november air hits mei's face and she immediately regrets coming out with her thinnest jacket. she pulls it tighter around her body and exhales through her nose, watching her breath dissolve into the night. she watches the crowd scatter in different directions, while tara's thumb fly across her screen, in search of another hot spot that's not too far away.
"hey," tara says, finally glancing up with that optimistic gleam in her eyes. "the night is still young. i'm sure we can find something close by."
mei wants to argue and say that it's almost midnight and they've already wasted money on an cab to get here and her feet hurt in the stupid heels she wore thinking tonight would actually be fun, but tara is on a mission, determined to not let the night be a total loss.
"there's a place on third street," tara announces, turning her phone around to show mei a dimly lit photo of what looks like a dive bar. "it's a twenty minute walk."
mei's feet throb just thinking about it. "fine," she sighs, her breath coming out in another puff. "but if this place sucks too, i'm going home."
they start walking through the clusters of people still lingering on the sidewalk. tara loops her arm through mei's, and they fall into step together, their heels clicking against the pavement. they eventually turn the corner onto third street and the bar comes into view.
meanwhile, you've been sitting in a corner booth with simone by her side, listening to her boyfriend's friend, carter, tell you the most boring stories ever you've ever had the misfortune of hearing.
you try to seem interested, but you're really not and you can also tell that everyone elsle at the table is also not interested. carter is good-looking enough, you suppose. he has a strong jaw, nice eyes, a decent haircut. it's what probably got him through most social situations without needing to develop an actual personality. you check your phone under the table. he's been talking for twenty three minutes straight about some workplace drama that involves a lot of names you don't know and even more details you don't care about. your spine is starting to ache from maintaining this fake interested posture— leaning slightly forward, with your chin resting on your hand.
you glance at simone for rescue, but she's staring at her drink with a glazed expression, tracing her finger along the rim of her glass. her boyfriend, miles, is nodding along vacantly. you shift in the booth, leather squeaking under you, and take another sip of your drink that's mostly ice now.
eventually carter pauses to take a sip of his drink and you have an out.
"i need to use the bathroom," you say looking to simone, your voice perhaps a bit too eager.
"me too," simone also practically leaps at the excuse.
you both slide out of the booth and scurry off to the bathroom before either men can say anything. once you get to the bathroom, you let out a deep breath, and turn to simone, who has an apologetic smile on her face.
"i'm never speaking to you again."
"hey, how is it my fault?" simone leans back agaisnt the sink, arms crossed defensively. "the last time i met him, he was completely normal."
"and he had a personality transplant in the meantime?" you pace around the bathroom, your heels clicking against the tile. "i need to leave."
"don't do that." simone pushes off the sink, reaching for your arm. her voice drops to that soft tone she uses when she knows that she's asking for too much.
"i literally do not want to go back out there and listen to him talk for even a minute longer."
"we can go downstairs and dance."
"i don't want to dance with him," you whine with a scowl on your face. you can picture carter's hands on your waist and he dances stiffly and awkwardly behind you, trying to talk over the music. the thought alone is enough to make you throw up. "absolutely not."
"what am i supposed to tell them?" simone asks, with her hands on her hips. she's shifted her weight to one leg, trying to intimidate you.
"you can tell them i'm sick or something." you're already pulling your phone out of your small purse, ready to call a cab and already fantasizing about your night routine.
"fine," she hisses, "you owe me." she turns to walk out the door, her hair swishing with the sharp movement, hand already on the handle.
"i owe you?" you follow her, your voice rising with indignation. "as if i haven't spent an hour and a half listening to that guy ramble on about bull."
the argument continues are you make your way through the crowd and back to your table. on your way back, you see two familiar bodies sitting at the bar. even from behind you recognize tara's perfectly styled hair. she turns her head, scanning the room, and her eyes land on you. her face breaks into a grin and she waves at you and simone.
you cross the bar toward them, sharing hugs and greetings. mei is already turned back to the bar when you slide over to her. you lean over to hug her, pressing your check briefly against hers. you feel her stiffen slightly before relaxing into it.
"hi," you say, pulling back to look at her.
"hi, yn," she responds, going to take a long sip of her drink. her eyes meet yours over the rim of the glass before she quickly looks away.
"what are you guys doing here?" you ask, leaning against the bar beside her. you're so close that your shoulders almost touch.
"we were at a party, but it got shut down. you?" mei's eyes finally meet yours.
"simone set me up on a blind date and i'm trying to get out of it." you nod over to the table where carter is still talking miles's ear off.
"oh, well, have fun."
"you're not going to save me?" you lean in closer, your voice dropping. your hand finds her forearm where it rests on the bar. mei tenses under your touch before she clears her throat.
"uh, i mean. we're going downstairs in a few, so you can join us…" she sets her drink down. "if you would like." she adds.
"i thought you were sick." simone stops her conversation with tara to raise an eyebrow at you.
"i am," you say. you turn away from mei to fake cough dramatically into your elbow.
simone rolls her eyes, but she's smiling now. "i'm going to tell carter you had to leave." she says. "i'll see you two later."
you watch simone weave back through the crowd toward the booth. you turn back to mei and tara. the three of you make your way toward the back of the bar where a narrow staircase leads down to the basement. the music gets louder as you descend.
you follow tara onto the dance floor. the two of you find a spot near the middle, not too close to the dj, but close enough to feel the music vibrate through you. mei, who was interrupted by someone asking if she knew where the bathroom was, joins you two shortly. someone nudges her and you reach out to grab her hand, steadying her as she stumbles forward.
maybe it's a combination of the three drinks you had earlier and the relief of escaping the unfortunate situation that simone put you in, but you feel unusually bold. you're still holding mei's hand. you pull her closer, pushing and pulling her softly until a smile forms on her face.
somewhere throughout the night, tara dances away towards the dj booth and it's just you and mei now. the crowd shifts around you and you end up closer than before. you're close enough to notice the faint shimmer on her cheekbone.
she catches you looking, but neither of you say anything. the song bleeds into the next and your eyes stay on hers for longer than they need to. it's long enough for a mini tornado to form in the pit of your stomach.
mei looks away first, a lump travelling down her throat as she does so.
"i'm going to get some water," she says, leaning in close so you can hear her. her cheek nearly brushes yours. she pulls back before you can say anything, and you watch her slip into the crowd.
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every six months, on a dreaded tuesday, the hunters association welcomes it's latest class of recruits. everyone on your team seems excited to welcome the newcomers, but you couldn’t care less. however, that seems increasingly difficult when your recruit has made it her life mission to get you to love her.
every six months, on a dreaded tuesday, the hunters association welcomes it's latest class of recruits. everyone on your team seems excited to welcome the newcomers, but you couldn’t care less. however, that seems increasingly difficult when your recruit has made it her life mission to get you to love her.
⠀⠀⠀[ও] caleb x non-mc! reader , smut , college au , nerd!caleb x sorority girl!reader , infidelity (if you squint) , oral (m receiving) , toxic!reader , minors dni
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caleb is almost convinced that he hates you.
he hates whenever you invite him to these parties at frat houses, just to leave him standing in the corner all night to socialize with your sorority sisters and frat bros. you know he hates going to things like this, but still, you begged him to come with you. it was the first party of the semester and you just wanted to spend time with him. "you never go out with me." you whined. "you never want to spend time with my friends, and i was always with you and your friends during break." so he agreed to stop by, if only to prove his dedication to you.
but, he hates the way he feels when your sorority sister drags you away for what seems like the tenth time this evening. neglected and heartbroken, caleb sits on the old, lumpy couch sipping on his now warm beer, watching you waltz away with your friends with the promise that you would be right back. "it's an emergency," you say with an apologetic pout. how many emergencies a sorority could have in one night, he would never know.
he really hates watching you dance with one of those dumb frat bros, his grubby hands running up and down the curves of your body, hiking your little black dress up and exposing your plush thighs. caleb remains on the couch while everyone else is dancing. he goes through all the stages of grief as he watches his girlfriend grinding up against some other guy, callously throwing her head back in laughter and giving way for him to leave hickies on her neck. he quickly reaches the acceptance stage and he comes to the realization that he doesn't need to be sitting here looking like a stupid loser, and if you're not going to spend time with him, he can just leave. you'll probably be too busy to notice.
but you do notice him. and he hates how you look at him when you see him at the door, with his coat on. the dumb frat dude, who caleb aptly names dickface, has finally left you alone enough for you to breathe. the first person you look for is your boyfriend on the couch where you left him, but it's now occupied by a couple making out. you turn to the door to see caleb looking directly at you. the smile on your face drops and his heart breaks for one second. you walk over to him. "cay, baby, don't leave." his heart skips at the nickname. you always know how to make him weak. "you promised we would hang out." you plead.
he hates how you managed to persuade him to stay with you at this stupid party. you drag him through the house and up the stairs. the two of you slip into a bathroom and you lock the door behind you. you stand against the bathroom door with your hands on your hips. "i can't believe you were going to leave without telling me." and he couldn't believe that you were going to flip this on him. caleb who has been looking everywhere but you, finally looks up. the fluorescent lights in the bathroom accentuate the rawness of your skin where dickface was sucking. "yeah, you were to busy fucking with other guys for me to get to you."
it's in this moment that caleb decides that he hates you. he hates you so fucking much and you don't even care. "caleb, i wasn't doing anything wrong." you state, making him scoff in response. "so what do you call what you were doing down there?" he spits out. "it's called dancing, cay. and you hate dancing, so what was i supposed to do?" the nickname that made his heart flutter just five minutes ago, now made him feel nothing but disgust. he tries pushing past you, but you stop him, sinking to your knees.
as much as caleb believes he hates you, he honestly can't help but love you.
he loves the way you look up from your knees, empty apologies dripping from your lips as your hands work quickly to unbuckle his belt. "i don't want to fight with you, baby," you coo. you slip his cock out of his pants and his boxers. caleb shudders at the feeling on your hands around his length.
he loves how well you know him, his body, all the things that make him tick, and all the things that make him fold. he loves how you look up at him with big eyes, your lipstick contrasting against his dick, as you lick its flushed tip. he loves when you fully take his length in your mouth, so much so that he leans his head back against the wall and lets out the most visceral groan. caleb has his eyes closed tightly, biting on his bottom lip so hard, he could draw blood.
the way his dick hits the back of your throat, the sounds that you make as you gag around him, your manicured hands fondling with his balls. all of it, he just loves so much.
he loves how his climax creeps up on him and his hands find the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair as he pushes you down on his cock, "f-fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. i'm gonna— m'gonna cum," he moans, flooding your mouth with his release.
caleb especially loves when he looks down at you again, your cheeks stained with tears and mascara, lipstick smudged around your mouth. you open your mouth to show him that you swallowed his cum and he groans again, cock twitching in your hands. he gets dressed quickly, and helps you up. caleb looks for some paper towels and helps you clean up your ruined makeup. you lean in to kiss him. "i love you, caleb. i don't ever want you to be mad at me." you tell him before you leave the bathroom together.
once you get downstairs, you're taken away by your friends and caleb is once again left alone. yeah, he hates you. but he hates himself more for how easy it is for you to wrap him around your fingers.
notes: this was re-written from a fic for a previous fandom. i was recently reading it again and i thought i worked so well for caleb so voila! i have so many ideas for him so i hope you enjoyed this cause there's so much to come! cross posted on ao3 here!
i feel bad that i didn’t post this weekend and i’m also not going to be able to post tomorrow. i’ve been too busy to write and make the texts so i’m going to post my caleb fic earlier. it’ll go up at like 5pm est
every six months, on a dreaded tuesday, the hunters association welcomes it's latest class of recruits. everyone on your team seems excited to welcome the newcomers, but you couldn’t care less. however, that seems increasingly difficult when your recruit has made it her life mission to get you to love her.
i have some ideas 🤭 but idk what to focus on after lucky strike
which sounds better to you
if you said w rafayel
dont wanna break up again w sylus
Voting ended onMay 16
caleb mains dw i will keep you fed (see tags) but i want to focus on the other lis for a little bit and unfortunately i don’t have any ideas for zayne rn but i’ll play some of his cards soon and hopefully that will reinspire me
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