eye of the callie

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Once a Frat Boy, Always a Frat Boy. | Calum Hood - Part 8.

Summary: In which a new student, (Y/N), finds herself becoming the toy to popular frat boy Calum Hood. The only problem is that (Y/N) was warned about Calum her first day on campus, and Calum just so happens to be dating (Y/N)’s best friend, Callie Mitchell. She hates him. She hates him more than she’s hated anyone ever before; however, she can’t help the growing feeling inside of her stomach after she finds out some very interesting things about Calum that no one had ever known before.

Rating: PG

Pairing: Calum/Reader (bonding?)

Requested?: Yes. :’)

A/N: This is more like a filler chapter. The next one will be better, I promise! Please keep reading, this series is close to half way over. :(

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Okay, I’m new to the Fosters fandom (holy hell this show is an obsession) but, the one I don’t get is how people can hate on Brallie…

-Stef and Lena knew that they were involved.

-They turned a blind eye to it.

-Stef and Lena decided to adopt Callie and Jude after like a couple months, don’t you need more time to think that over? I don’t know, obviously not a parent. 

-They are teenagers, of course its never fucking over. First loves and what not?

-They had to get a restraining order on Brandon, ISN’T THAT E-FUCKING-NOUGH TO STOP THE ADOPTION? 

-They thought that Callie was pregnant with Brandon’s child at one point and didn’t go, “hey, this is a red flag. Maybe we shouldn’t force two people who are in love to be siblings.” 

-This was after Callie found out that she had a birth dad (what six months of her living with them?) and they decided they wanted her anyway, DESPITE THINKING THAT BRANDON AND CALLIE COULD HAVE BEEN PREGNANT.

-Brallie probably would have happened regardless whether or not Callie was staying with them or whether she was just a girl at a school. 

-It really just seems to me like Stef and Lena just don’t give a fuck about making things worse. Like holy fuck HOW ARE THESE NOT RED FLAGS? HOW DO YOU NOT THINK HMMMMM MAYBE I SHOULDN’T ADOPT THIS GIRL WHO HAS CAUSED A SHIT TON OF DRAMA?

-It’s incest, its gross, THEY THOUGHT THEY WOULD NEVER BE SIBLINGS

-Its a little ridiculous that they are forced to be brother and sister after less than a year and its suddenly “disgusting” that they had “incestuous” feelings… fuck I’ve had stepsiblings that I’ve known my entire life that I still don’t consider a sibling, I couldn’t imagine being forced to be the sister to someone I WAS IN LOVE WITH AND MY NEW PARENTS KNEW ABOUT IT.

Oh yeah… 

BECAUSE GOOD PARENTS WOULDNT DO THAT.

Superhero

Can you write a one shot based on 10x18 where Callie takes care of Arizona pleaseeee?


“Your thrown awaits.” Callie brought a wheel chair to the attendee lounge bathroom and gestured to the worn out chair. 

 Arizona looked at Callie with heavy eyes and wiped at her sweaty forehead. “I’m not sitting in that thing.” 

 With a tsk, Callie walked up to her wife and held out her hand. “You’re sick and I don’t want to risk you falling.” her voice was soft and full of concern. “Come on, you’ll thank me later.” 


Sofia sat at the family kitchen island and played with the fork in her soup. “Mama, I want pizza.” her pout was cute, but Callie refused to let the expression sway her from pulling out her cell phone and ordering pizza. 

 “Mommy is sick baby, and when she’s sick she loves soup, so…” she pushed the bowl closer to her daughter. “Eat. Now.” 

 Before she got caught in a tantrum, Callie added a little extra chicken to the bowl in her hand and went to the master bedroom to feed her bed ridden wife. She turned on the lamp, the lump under millions of covers moaning and groaning. 

 “It’s chicken noodle.” Callie set the bowl on the side table and pulled the layers back to get a good look at her wife. 

 Some of her blonde hair stuck to her sweat layered skin, blue eyes dull accompanied by dry lips. “Come on, just eat a little bit.” 

 A groan. 

 “Okay then,” Callie sighed and brought forth a glass of water. “What’s the verdict?” 

 “I’ll be back to work in two days.” She shivered. “Actually three.” she sat up and let Callie run a hand down her face while the other brought the glass to her lips. Taking a small sip, Arizona looked into Callie’s eyes and smiled just enough for her dimples to show. “These superpowers suck.” 

 Callie grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll be your superhero.” 

 “Awe,” Arizona leaned forward for a kiss but Callie was quick to stop her. “No kissing. Sofia doesn’t need two sick moms.” 

 “Just one kiss? Please.” Arizona sunk back into the mattress. “If I don’t get one I’ll die.” 

 “Drama queen.” Callie took the bowl of chicken noodle soup and stirred it. “Now, for my sake, just eat a a little bit.” 

 “No kiss, no soup.” 

 Callie huffed and debated. It seemed as if she were living with two fours year olds. “How about, you eat the soup, and when you’re all better I’ll show you that edible body paint I’ve been promising you.” 

 The blonde was all of a sudden interested in the soup, as if it were a sacred meal, her last meal. Callie fed her until she deemed her wife well nourished and kissed a sweaty forehead before returning to the kitchen to clean up and get their daughter ready for bed. 

 The evening turned into an exhausted one, and Callie was eager to get into bed and sleep after a long and excited day filled with a promising new mentee and surgeries. She got under the covers and wiggled her way into her wife’s arms. 

 “What are you doing? You’ll get sick.” 

 Callie wrapped an arm around Arizona and kissed her hair, thumb stroking the small amount of skin exposed between her night shirt and shorts.  “So…I get sick.” 

 Arizona melted into her arms. “Thank you for taking such good care of me. I love you, Calliope.”

 “I love you, too.” 

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Laura Roslin: (…) I’m going to be slipping away from this life very soon. And I’ve gotten kind of curious as to what that’s going to be like, and so I did some research. And there are some people who say that when people are getting closer to their death, they just don’t care as much about rules and laws and conventional morality.
Gaius Baltar: Are you threatening me?
Laura Roslin: No, I’m just saying have a quiet life, and I’ll die a quiet little death, and everyone will be happy. It’s just that I’m not in the mood any longer to indulge you. And that’s… all.

“Those sunglasses are ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously cute, you mean.”

“No, just ridiculous.”

Callie just rolled her eyes, her lips curving up into a slight smile as she reached out to grab the lapels of Arizona’s blazer, tugging the grey fabric playfully.

“They are bright pink.”

“I know. I love them.”

Arizona raised an eyebrow behind the mirrored finish of the pink glasses, and she gave Callie a challenging look – to which Callie was absolutely helpless to resist, as always.

“You’re lucky you’re so hot.”

She smoothed her hands down the open sides of the blazer, eyes dipping to the collar of Arizona’s white shirt where she had just the right amount of buttons undone.

“You should wear this more often…" 

She pressed a kiss to light pink lips, hands coming to rest at Arizona’s waist as the blonde immediately deepened things, and she could only let out a blissful sigh when they pulled apart moments later, aware of the fact that they were standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

Reaching up pointedly to adjust her new pink sunglasses – loving the fact that Callie kind of hated them – Arizona just licked her lips and grinned, reaching down to grasp the brunette’s hand as they waited for the light to change.

"The sunglasses? Oh I’m gonna wear them all the time.”

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have some soft woomys ~~~~~~~

and yes callie would definitely be the one to wear like 30 flower crowns. 

free to use with credit <3333

Firsts

Callie was straight. At least, she had been all her life. She dated men, she loved men, she even married one! Though, sitting in the cafeteria, watching the blonde next to her laugh and lightly smack her best friend caused butterflies to flutter endlessly in her stomach.

 “Watch it, Mark.” Arizona kicked him under the table.

Callie laughed, her eyes never leaving the blonde as she watched her, examined her, pondered as to why this person was making her feel…

 “…right, Torres?” Mark nudged her.

 “Huh?” she finally tore her eyes away from Arizona with a blush rushing to her cheeks.

 “I said, why don’t you, me and Robbins here go up to an on call room and-“

 Callie smacked him herself before he could finish. “Shut it.”

 Mark laughed and took a bite of his apple with a shit eating grin. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t love it, Torres.”

 Rolling her eyes, Callie returned her focus back on Arizona and chewed the inside of her mouth. She tried to prevent a laugh from passing her lips at the annoyed expression on the blue eyed beauty’s face.

 “In your dreams, Mark.” Arizona said.

 Throwing his head back, Mark took another bite from the red fruit and mumbled a few more inappropriate lines before leaving the two alone.

“Can you believe him?” Arizona scoffed, taking an angry bite from a carrot.

 Callie couldn’t help but watch Arizona’s lips, the way they wrapped around the carrot, the way her tongue poked out to lick her lips. She couldn’t stop her eyes as they trailed to her jaw, watched the soft skin move as she chewed or the way her soft neck just asked to be caressed as she swallowed.

 “Earth to Callie.”

Callie blinked, Arizona’s hand waving in her face bringing her back to reality. “Sorry.” She shook her head and avoided looking at Arizona all together. She didn’t want Arizona to think she was a stalker or something from the way she was staring at her. “Yeah, Mark is pretty full of himself, huh?”

 “I couldn’t even picture it. Any guy, for that matter.” She shivered. “No way. Now, you?” she narrowed her eyes and looked Callie up and down. “Maybe. Mark? No way.” She smirked at Callie and finished her lunch.


 “And then Karev yelled at this kid’s parents! I mean,” Arizona turned to Callie, t-shirt waving in her hand as she ranted. “I told him so many times to talk to the parents calmly, but to still get the point across and what does he do?” she paused for dramatic effect. “He’s a great person, he’s going to be an amazing surgeon, but it’s so hard trying to teach him how not be an ass!

 Callie’s mouth fell open, brown eyes stuck on a freckle right above her blue bra covered breasts. She couldn’t recall a period in her life where she felt pulled to stare at a woman, let alone anyone the way she was right now.

 She was straight. Straight girls don’t stare at their friend’s chest while they talked about their job. There was just something about Arizona and it confused her, complicated what she thought she knew and what she felt.

  Scrambling to pick her jaw up from the floor, Callie muttered, “Yeah, he can be a handful,” and faced away from the still shirtless Arizona.

 It was silent between the two for a few moments. A few people left the attendee’s lounge and the brunette found it harder and harder not to turn around and once again blatantly stare at the woman behind her. “Hey, Callie, can I ask you something?”

 Her voice was closer than Callie had wanted, shivers dancing down her spine into the hairs on the back of her neck. “Sure.” She slipped her leather jacket on and looked at Arizona. Her face was close, almost close enough to feel the breeze her lashes sent with each blink. Thankfully, she was dressed, chest now covered by a black blouse. She looked down at her feet, twiddled her thumbs and sighed.

 “I didn’t say anything to upset you earlier, did I?”

 Callie chuckled. “What?”

 “I mean, since lunch, since I made that comment, you’ve been acting different. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

 “No, no, you didn’t.” Callie turned her body and mirrored Arizona, the dirt under her fingernails suddenly very interesting.

 Arizona giggled with relief. “Okay, ‘cause I like you and I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

 The two sat side by side for a moment longer, Callie licking her lips as she tried to gain some strength to talk. “Can I ask you something, too?” she looked at Arizona with wide brown eyes. She watched Arizona smile, a few curls of hair falling when she tilted her head.

 “Of course, Callie.”

 Deciding that space would make what she wanted to say easier, Callie scooted a few inches away.

 “I don’t want to sound like a teenager, or…juvenile. But, do you like like me?”

 Oh god, she did not just say that. She buried her face in her hands and almost cringed at how badly her cheeks burned. Why did she ask that? Thinking it was one thing, but after saying it out loud and hearing how ridiculous it sounded? She wanted to get up and escape, breathe in the rain that came with the Seattle air, but a hand stopped her.

 “Callie…”

 “Don’t, just don’t say anything.”

 Arizona used her other hand to trail her fingers down Callie’s face. “I see the way you look at me. I’m not blind.” She made a silly face and let her hand rest on Callie’s thigh. “But I always thought you were into men?”

 “I am. I still am.”

 Arizona’s brows furrowed. “Are you bisexual?”

 “I don’t know.” Callie rushed. “I just know that…I really like you.”

 A smile formed, dimples popping. “I really like you, too.”

 Callie looked at the hand on her thigh. She still didn’t know how she was feeling, how a woman could cause her heart to race or for her stomach to bundle with nerves every time Arizona was around. She wasn’t sure how she felt about women, but she was pretty sure she knew how she felt about Arizona.

 She loved seeing her smile in the halls, watching her hands work quickly as she rushed to save a child’s life. She smiled when the blonde talked about surgery, or, much like she just was, ranting in her type-a fashion; she was amazing. Miraculous. She wasn’t sure she felt so enamored by anyone, no matter the gender.

 “I know you don’t mess with newborns and you have so much experience. I just, I can’t ignore how I feel anymore.”

 The door to the lounge opened and they pulled apart.

  “Hey, Torres!” Derek almost sung waltzing into the room. “Robbins. Great surgery you two managed to pull off today. Congrats on the save.”

 “Thank you.” They both replied automatically.

 Derek retrieved a few items completely oblivious to the private moment the other two people in the room were sharing. He was too caught up in his own joy, thinking about the activities he and Meredith would pursue later that night. “Have a good evening, Torres, Robbins,”

 Ignoring the perfect haired surgeon, Callie and Arizona gazed into brown and blue orbs. Their eyes remained on each other, studying one another as if they could read what the other was thinking and feeling. The air was thick with want, their breaths quickening and heartbeats going faster and faster as realization set in.

 “I’m going to kiss you.” Callie didn’t want for Arizona to respond before taking her pale, creamy face under her hands and kissing her softly. She kept her eyes closed, afraid that when her lips were lonesome again, Arizona would be gone or she’d be upset.

 She dropped her hands and waited. For anything.

 “Callie, you can open your eyes.”

 Brown eyes peeked, tip toed into view expecting the worst to appear when they came into full view. “You’re right. I usually don’t, associate myself with newborns. Though, I’ve learned some things are worth the risk. Wait, that’s not what I mean.” Her hands danced in the air, Callie unable to hold back her smile at the adorable trait. “You’re stunning, smart, brilliant; I have people lining up for me, but you…you’re amazing. You’re not the only one who’s been looking, Calliope.” She pecked Callie’s cheek, gathered her jacket and got up. “I’ll see you around.”

 Callie held her cheek with a wide smile and breathed after what felt like years. The air that entered her lungs felt new, the taste on her lips, a faint taste of lip gloss from the other woman, still lingering just enough. She threw on her jacket, sitting for a moment to take in what had just happened.

 She was definitely into Arizona.

The sound of small, soft footsteps on the hardwood floor reached Arizona’s ears a moment before she heard her daughter’s voice, and she looked up to see the tiny brunette standing in her doorway, eyes wide awake and her beloved polar bear clutched in her arm.

“Mommy, can I sleep with you?”

Arizona smiled, setting her book aside and beckoning Sofia into the room.

“Of course, baby. Did you have a bad dream?”

“No, I wasn’t asleep yet.”

Sofia climbed up onto the bed and crawled across her mother’s lap, settling on the empty side of the bed with a slight bounce before shimmying under the covers. Arizona watched her for a moment, then shifted down to lay beside her, rolling onto her side until she met brown eyes that reminded her so much of Callie it almost hurt. She missed her daughter – desperately – and the chance to have her home for an entire week didn’t come up much during the school year. Probably wouldn’t again until the summer. She wanted to soak up every minute of Sofia time she could, every second she could be with her favourite girl in the world.

“Are you okay?”

The young girl wriggled closer until they were practically nose to nose, sharing the corner of Arizona’s pillow, and she nodded once, a small smile gracing her features.

“I just miss you.”

Arizona reached up to smooth her hand over dark hair, scratching affectionately at her daughter’s scalp, and she nuzzled their noses together, drawing a soft giggle from the tiny human.

“I miss you too, sweetie, so much. But you’re here now, for a whole week, and do you know what that means?”

Curiosity piqued, Sofia leaned back a bit and eyed her mother.

“What?”

“It means I get unlimited tickle time!”

She grinned as her fingers made contact with the young girl’s belly and a loud peal of laughter immediately rang out into the darkened bedroom. Just like Callie, Sofia was ridiculously ticklish, and Arizona hit every single spot, her laughter joining her daughter’s as she tried unsuccessfully to squirm away.

“Mommy no!” she squealed, giggling as she attempted to tickle back, “no tickling!”

She eventually let her daughter get the upper hand and rolled to her back, Sofia triumphantly landing on top of her and grabbing her hands securely. The blonde could only laugh again, utter delight in her eyes, and she pretended to think it over as the warm weight of the child settled against her.

“Okaaaay, how about unlimited cuddles then?”

Sofia narrowed her eyes just a bit, small fingers still firmly twined with her mother’s to keep her at bay, but a split second later she grinned, dimples popping, and rolled back to the mattress, curling up with her head nestled above Arizona’s breast and a small arm around her.

“Better. They’re my favourite.”

Arizona could feel her heart swelling with love, and she sighed softly, shifting to her side and wrapping her arms around the little girl as she settled in against her.

“They’re my favourite too. Especially with you.”

Letting out a small yawn, the exhaustion of the day finally starting to catch up with her, Sofia tilted her face up, pressing a kiss to Arizona’s lips before she snuggled back in. She nestled her head into the hollow of the blonde’s neck, and a comfortable silence descended over the room as Arizona reached back carefully to pull the chain on the lamp. Wrapping herself back around the small girl, she dropped a lingering kiss on dark hair, inhaling the scent that she’d missed so, so much in their time apart.

“Cause you’re my girl.”

“I know.”

The words were quiet, slightly muffled as she snuggled in close, and Arizona began rubbing soft, gentle circles on her back – the same motion that she’d used to sooth her to sleep from the day she’d come home from the hospital. Her daughter’s very presence was enough to sooth Arizona, and she let out a content sigh – happier than she’d been in weeks – closing her own eyes as Sofia mumbled sleepily.

“I love you.”

Those three words from the little girl were Arizona’s favourite words in the world. Time and distance might keep them apart, but that was one thing that would never change – that was one thing that Arizona knew was a constant, no matter what else might happen in their lives.

And it was one thing she would tell her daughter every day for the rest of her life. One thing she would cherish.

“I love you too.”

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