#p:caleb

[submissivelynick]

FTF: Caleb showed up at his brother's suite down the hall on Saturday morning, because he just really needed to give him a hug, and everyone else in their suite too. Caleb was looking pretty much recovered, except for the bruises circling his throat, which his collar did nothing to obscure. They had darkened to a deep purple and blue, but they weren't actually very painful unless they were poked. "Hey, Nick," he greeted when Nick opened the door, and he moved in to hug his brother tightly.

Nick managed a half smile when he saw his brother on the other side of the door, but his expression dropped immediately when he saw the marks on his neck. “Cay,” he said, his voice strangled, before pulling back from the hug. “Your neck.” He reached up as if he was going to touch the bruises, but he pulled his hand away when it was only halfway there. “I’m so sorry.”

[rosierora]

Awake || Cora

@lcthalsurfcr Aurora's eyes flickered open to reveal an unfamiliar room, and it took her a moment to remember why she wasn't in her own bed. Her gaze stayed at the ceiling for a few minutes, as her head was pounding too much to attempt to move. Eventually she let it fall to the side, taking in more of the room: an empty bed beside hers, a view of the water, and a sleeping Caleb, looking rather uncomfortable in an arm chair across the room. Aurora slowly pushed herself up, holding her fingers to her temples as the room spun. She practically rolled off the bed, taking the blanket with her and wrapping it around her shoulders as she stood. Caleb didn't move, and for a moment, she just watched him. Even though his neck was twisted and his arm was probably asleep from the position he'd fallen asleep in, he looked soft, peaceful. She didn't want to wake him, but she walked over anyways, placing a small kiss on the top of his head before entering the bathroom to brush her teeth.

[calionexonerp]

Phone Call|| Caleb

Amy: [Rings number and waits, listening to the dial tone]

[submissivelynick]

F2F: Caleb showed up at Mateo's door in the Dominant dorm with a tupperware full of homemade chocolate chip cookies, a peace offering for his brother. He hoped that he'd catch Nick, and not Mateo, because he wasn't sure how that interaction would go. He knocked anyway.

Coco seemed to notice before anyone else when there was someone at the door, and he got up and headed over to the door before Nick heard the knock. He opened the door curiously, his face falling when he saw Caleb on the other side. “What do you want?” he asked flatly, crossing his arms over his chest.

[submissivelynick]

After the Storm | May 31

Nick saw Caleb’s text and Mateo’s message almost at the same time. He quickly checked in on Jamie--still asleep, thank goodness--and tossed on a pair of shorts before practically sprinting across campus to the infirmary. The time it would take to get properly dressed was too precious to waste.

He was panting heavily as he pushed open the door to the infirmary, but he got enough air in his lungs to call out. “Mr. Mateo? Sir?” He looked around, nodding at others he saw, until finally, his Dom’s body caught his eye. Caleb was there, too. He hurried over to them and didn’t wait for anyone’s permission before clambering into bed with Mateo, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a million little kisses to his lips and cheeks. @dommateolopez @calebswitching

[rageagainstthedying]

@millabug

Job hunting sucked. It was even worse when you had no clue what you were into or what you were qualified to do. If Caleb had had his way, he’d never have to look for a job. He’d be playing in the NFL until he was 34 then retiring with sponsorships and endorsements to keep him afloat. He’d come back to the game a season later as a coach and be remembered as one of the few great players turned great coach. That plan, though, had died a violent death when he’d shattered his knee after colliding with a drunk driver late one night. “The hell you staring at,” he said glaring at the person across from him. Caleb had always been rude and entitled. It came with the life he lived, the one he was supposed to be living. He jostled the messenger bag across his body, fidgeting until it rested neatly against his side again. When he’d graduated from college, he’d expected to never have to go back, but here he was studying for test in a random cafe. The face that looked back at him was a familiar one, one that Caleb thought was firmly in his past. He groaned, an exasperated tone to his voice. “What the hell are you doing here?”

[wildstdrxams-blog]