#c:callie

[wlwhq]

drumroll please... || @missperfectlyfinewrites

it was a rigorous, intensive selection process - to be "blood bags" as her brother dimitri so endearingly titled them - especially for a family like the everett's. high standards were innate. you didn't get to be one of the most powerful lineages of vampires by regularly drinking shit. cycling through new people was also a no-brainer, considering that they'd either get too frail to be fed off of anymore, not produce anything beneficial, or die. callista didn't partake too much in the selection process, leaving it to her parents or her older siblings. but when she saw lily walk in that first day, cute little suitcase and cute little bow in her hair and cute little pulse thrumming in callie's ears, she was hooked.

she was perfect, according to the blonde, but the first week was filled with lurking around corners and not engaging with her outside of feedings. was she nervous? no, that couldn't be it. callista didn't get nervous. but surely being aloof and cutting to the chase wouldn't earn her any favor with this human. the constant staring and side glances were just out of her control at this point, pointed out to her by dimitri that if callie didn't work fast, lily would surely favor him over her soon enough. as if. that was enough motivation for the youngest vampire to step up to the metaphorical plate. there were only so many other new humans brought in with lily, and her family had begun deciding which human they wanted to tend toward. the choice was hers, and she needed to make it today.

this particular day was a gloomy one, easily seen in the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined certain rooms of the mansion. callie favored this room in particular - views of the forest landscape around them, huge chandelier twinkling in the low light, black grand piano in the center of it all. callista sat on the middle of the bench, pale manicured fingers playing a melody that echoed through the room. she wore a red blouse, unbuttoned halfway and flaunting the many gold chains around her neck, and black ripped jeans. heeled boots pressed at the pedals of the piano, only halting her play when she felt that she wasn't alone listening.

"i can hear you breathing, you know." she spoke lowly, fingers still resting on the keys but no longer moving. was this the first time she had uttered a word to the brunette in the last week? she couldn't recall. callie didn't turn around, only lifting her head and straightening her shoulders. without another word, she slid to one side of the bench, a silent invitation for lily to move in closer. after a moment, she spoke again. "sit with me. i want to play you something."

[calgoodie]

January 11th. That felt so far and yet was looming over his head like a fucking nightmare. He knew he needed to tell her. That they needed to talk about it. He knew he had to be careful about how he worded it and was terrified that he was going to fuck it up. No matter how many talks with Sadie he had, he never felt ready for it. He wasn’t sure he ever would be. How do you tell the person you love more than life itself that some strange part of your heart still had room for someone else. This polyamorous thing would never make sense to him. Callie gave him so much and was the absolute center of his world and yet Dayana loomed in his life like a moon he needed to keep calm. She kept all his waves in check and had a profound effect on his sense of gravity. He’d spent the entirety of his day over thinking it. The anxiety growing and clutching at his chest like velcro. He could barely get his key in the door by the time he got home his head was so clouded. Dropping them once and trying again. The familiar space doing little to comfort him as he sat his backpack down on the table and made his way back to his bedroom, doing his familiar quick knock before letting himself in. The sight of her almost enough to melt away every sense of fear he could have had as he reached for her. “I missed the shit out of you today.” He whined as he moved to the side of the bed he could most easily wrap his arms around her and press his lips to the top of her head. “How went the writing?” The boy asked, unsure how to broach the subject he knew he so badly needed to talk to her about. 

@callieforsytherp​

[reallifehqgossip]

Which boys in relationships are most likely to cheat?

Calum Trashbin Goodrich. I mean, hasn’t he been cheating on Callie for months with Dayana? And not that they’re in a relationship, but I could seen Evan cheating on Judah the second the next pretty twink comes to town. 

[goodguy-gavin]

Top three you would like to service (; and Top three you would LIKE TO SERVICE BC THEY ARE INSANE AND THE TOWN NEEDS IT?

“Those are two very different lists. 

First 3 would be 

1. Shane

2. Dylan 

3. Harper 

Top three I would like to see in my office to…

1. Evelyn

2. Callie

3. Simone”

[styxandmedusasstatues]

Gabriel groaned loudly as the first rays of sunshine drifted across his face from beneath the blind. Another night spent sleeping at his desk and he could smell the acrid scent of rum all over him. It definitely wasn’t the first time and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. As he rose to his feet, he felt his stomach flip. Too many drinks these days made for nothing but a bad stomach and a foggy head. But the booze helped with everything else. Checking the clock on his desk, he groaned loudly and stood up. For a second the room swayed. He grabbed the edge of the table and felt alcohol sodden worksheets. “Fuck.” Eventually, the haze disappeared and he grabbed his bag from the sofa and headed for the door. 

The air was cool as he stepped out onto the forecourt and headed toward the main bathroom block. His hygiene home away from home. And the only way he could pull himself together before the employees arrived. With damp hair and newly thrown on clothes (fortunately ones not stained with rum down the front like a messy toddler), he chucked the bag into a locker and headed outside again. With his hands still sliding his pushing his shirt messily into his dark trousers, he came to a halt at the sight of the young woman heading toward the office. 

How many years had she been floating in and out of the place now? Soft blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Tight little ass in her pretty skirts. And the way she looked at him sometimes or went out of her way to speak to him. To ask questions. To bend over just when he was looking at her and how he’d fawned over those legs. Sniffing and pushing his hand back across his damp hair, he walked toward the office and stuffed his hands into his pocket, pulling out the ring of keys. “Woke up late this morning. Hadn’t got round to opening everything up.” He grunted as he stabbed the key into the door and twisted it. Stepping back, he gestured for her to go first. “Didn’t expect you so early either. No one should be this eager for this piece of shit company. Admire it though.” @absoluteresistance

[xx-frostbite-blog]

“THESE! THINGS! ARE! BROKEN!” Callie growled each time she kicked the stupid claw machine. There was a really cute Rudolph plush she’d managed to nearly get, but it fell from the claw inches from the hatch, leaving her without any more quarters. The sound of her outburst was muffled by the sounds of the carnival, but people were still staring. Oops. Shoot.

[calgoodie]

Shoes? Check. His own shoes? Check. Keys, wallet? Why was he going over all these things. He was never that prepared. He had no reason to be except maybe because of those stupidly pesky little nerves that were rattling around inside his stomach. Unnecessary. Literally no need for them right? He was just seeing Callie. Callie who he'd seen in group many time before. Callie who he'd see at parties, and would help him make fun of the ridiculousness of their therapeutic option. Callie who he'd kissed. Who he'd made love to on a water tower. That Callie. It's fine. It fine. They were fine. They were letting things get back to normal weren't they? Wasn't that the safest thing to assume. And yet his heart was racing the entire drive over. Fingers tapping much faster than the beat of the song he was using to fill the silence. Breathe Goodrich. He thought to himself as he spotted her sitting on the bench outside the tall building and then made his way around to find parking. Making quick work of grabbing the extra shoes and making his way over to where she sat. Almost immediately noticing his bodies own physical, natural reaction to her. Fuck. "Hey you. Long time no see." He tried to say smoothly as he sat down beside her, and grabbed one of her pancakes from her box. "Trade you ." He teased as he sat the shoes down in front of her

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[calgoodie]

Cal had woken up literally at the crack of dawn to try and do this for her. All he wanted was to actually make her breakfast. To be able to surprise her with something nice for lack of everything in his apartment. He'd literally stolen the toaster from work the day before and brought it home in order make this happen and simply hoped she wouldn't find it out of place. And yet time and time again, burnt toast. No amount of texts to Sadie or Alec could make him get it right. He got close but never close enough and his heart sank at the sight of all the burnt bread on his tiny little plate. But he did have taco bell hot sauce packets so maybe there was a chance for this? He wasn't sure. All he knew is he wanted to show her how much he appreciated her being open to actually spending every night they possibly could together. Letting him hold her until she fell asleep in his arms each night. Learning very quickly to fall asleep to her breathing. Counting each breath until he couldn't keep his eyes open. And now that the girlfriend thing was nagging at the back of his brain he was even more nervous as he slipped his phone into his back pocket and made his way back to his room, setting the tray down on the nightstand. His fingers gently trailing over her shoulder for a moment, then brushing a light strand of hair out of her face as she slept. There was literally no sight more beautiful than Callie fucking Forsythe asleep in his bed. He couldn't help leaning down and pressing his lips lightly to her cheek. "Callie baby.. I have a question for you." He whispered quietly near her ear as he started to gently rub her back.

@callieforsytherp​