#c;callie

[chloexprescott]

@clliexhstings

It had been way too long since Chloe had seen Callie, especially since she had believed she was dead. She had always thought of the younger girl as her little sister, mainly because she had never had a little sister of her own so she had decided to mentally adopt Dash’s little sister instead. She’d always done her best to try and make sure Callie was safe and happy, so when the Hastings murder happened Chloe had been devastated, but finding out Callie had actually survived had been a true blessing. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t gone to see her yet since being back, but now that she had a day off to chill out she decided she needed to see her. Making her way over to the Hasting’s home, she was seriously excited to see Callie again, so much so that she was practically bouncing as she knocked on the door. As it opened she couldn’t help but smile with relief. “Callie!” she beamed as she pulled her in for a tight hug. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. I’m so sorry I didn’t come see you earlier.” 

[divinexchaos-moved]

The Losers Club

@bloodyknucklesx​

Rider x Callie

Callie wasn’t exactly adjusting super fantastic to the school here. It was so big so her and Brandon didn’t have any of the same classes due to the wide variety of classes available. Even classes they were both taking they ended up in at different times with different teachers. She was sort of drowning. She hadn’t really made many friends. She wasn’t like Mariana who could just insert herself places and meet people. SHe wasn’t like Jude who knew things about video games and had found other people that did too, Brandon had made it in with the music guys-and she was way too shy to bring her guitar to school and play. Even Jesus had made some friends, and they were all jocks. Her siblings smiled and waved and sometimes stopped to talk for a minute but for the most part, she ate her lunch alone. This contributed to why she liked art class so much. She was able to just lose herself in what she was doing and almost all the kids in that room gave off a peaceful vibe that wrapped her up and made her feel safe. She even had worked up the courage to talk to one of the other students a few times. His name was Rider, and although she did, in fact, think he was attractive, it wasn’t just about that. He got her art and she got his work and it made sense and even though they didn’t say much they never needed to. The company was there. He always told her the truth and knew how to make her feel heard because art was important and she is pretty insecure about all of hers.

It was 2:00p.m and she was in art class. Callie Adams-Foster was in her safe space and that's when she heard it. It was easy to pick up on and the teacher was out of the room. She had gone here for about half the school year and somehow that didn’t cross her mind. Anger flared up within her as soon as she heard the taunting. The bullier was a kid named Damien. She didn’t know why he was in the art class at all, and his target was Finn. Finn is a small, quiet kid who never really says much. He was working on a piece that obviously meant a. lot to him. To Callie it looked like he was trying to depict a darkness or a kind of abuse corrupting something and swallowing it up and rage burned behind her eyes. before she could stop herself, without thinking about what might happen to her she pushes herself up from her chair and is across the room and in front of Finn in seconds. 

“That's a lot of big talk coming from a guy twice his size who has no idea what he’s talking about and is probably only in this class by mistake. You have a problem if you’re going to come in here and stomp all over someone else just because you feel bad about yourself. Why don’t you take a rain check and go find somebody who actually cares about your ignorant, rude, and disrespectful opinions? They are not welcome here.”

[weallhaveastorytotell]

@arizonasrobbins continued from [x]

“I might if you talk to me.”

[middlecfthestory-blog]

@lostkiids

“Hey babe.” Callie called back to her spouse. “I made braised pork ribs, and I made some fresh corn tortillas. I thought we could make tacos tonight.” She was so excited she finally convinced her father to give her his recipe.

[divinexchaos-moved]

Closed | @mindlessnovamuses

Callie nodded at the two girls across from her. “I’m getting arrested tomorrow anyways, what have I got to lose? I’ll go-okay? Just let her go Diamond. Let her go. Com here Christina, you’re safe alright?” Callie wasn’t thinking. She was just acting, this seemed like the best option. Everything in her world was already crashing down and she couldn’t just let Diamond take an INNOCENT girl who was with GU, who was turning her life around. She was being reckless, she wasn’t thinking about everyone she was leaving behind. She was only focused on saving Christina, about locking this guy up. 

“Daphne, you can take my car alright, go find my mom. Find Stef, tell her to track my phone okay? And...” She blinks a few times, trying to hold back everything that was building up inside of her. A wall was forming that was no high she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to tell Daphne to tell Aaron she was sorry, but she couldn’t make her mouth form the words. She wasn’t even sure Daphne knew who Aaron was because the last thing she had talked to her about was AJ. 

“Nothing, nothing. Just find my mom okay?” Her arm wraps around Christina’s and she pulls her over to stand with Daphne, before taking her stop beside Diamond. 

“Please hurry...”

[divinexchaos-moved]

Collateral Beauty

Closed Starter || Callie x Rowan || Adult Verse || @notalwaysthehero​

Callie straightened her shoulders as she walked into the building. She had never been a huge reader but it was something she kept telling herself she was going to pick back up. She liked being able to lose herself and escape for a little while. She can remember being a teenager and just praying that she could be anyone but herself. Reading allows her to escape into another person. It’s her second favorite escape next to her art. But no one told her just how hard it is to find a career with an art degree. She was working on some more sculpture pieces and had entered a few art shows. She was building up an online stamina for some of the art-a following because she had set up a blog for herself but it was nothing big, she wasn’t there yet. Feet slap gently against the marble flooring until it turns to carpet and she is surrounded by the musty smell of old paperback novels and dust. It is a smell that is not at all foreign to her and she even finds it relaxing. 

Her eyes fall on a group of teenagers studying in a corner, and another group pretending to do the same. Both groups were talking and Callie passed by. She wasn’t much in a mood to talk today. Her feet take her behind one of the cases and she plucks a book off of the shelf. It's the first one that draws her attention. She doesn’t bother reading the cover to see what the book is called. Her eyes scan for a place to sit, a place to become someone else. Her eyes land on a broad shouldered male who hasn’t moved since she arrived. He’s quiet-his own head bend over a black hardcover book in his hands. She feels a smile draw to her lips. He has wispy brunette hair that seems to pull perfectly into place-it almost looks effortless. She can’ see his eyes, as they are turned down at the book in his grasp. 

Callie realizes that she’s been staring-unintentionally. She was looking at him with her artist's eyes because he was beautiful and she liked to examine beautiful things. Callie sinks into the chair across from him without saying a word. She smiles and opens her own novel, eyes scanning over the words on the first page. 

[prxyawaythegxy]

@hclfgoddess continued

“I love you more.” Calle insisted. Her sentiment was true. Any time she found herself just smiling it was because Arizona was with her in New York, and they were together. Not quite to where they were before, but they were getting there. “I’m so happy that you’re here.”