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skz317cb97 · 3 months ago
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Hi Cal, I'm coming back with another curvy Y/N ask.
This time, in this universe, she's a sassy and confident woman going about her merry way and being oblivious to her own charm. She's also the elder sister of one of the maknae line and in this scenario, we see a conversation with the prompt [How do you/she not see what you're/she's doing to (name of member)? Even the batista at the cafe near your/our office can see he's in love with you/her!].
Maybe it's Y/N's brother having a talk with her, or a member talking to Y/N's brother, or even an intervention in an OT8 chat group?
What do you think, Cal? Do you see yourself doing something with this fantasy idea?
Minho has a crush (Ft. OT8)
Part 1
A/n: This is gonna be a in a few parts so bear with me! I hope you enjoy and that I got everything that you wanted! Also I noticed after the fact that Minho and Seungmin are both Min in y/n's phone. Whoops!
Warnings: Strong language/swearing
Part 2
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toxicanonymity · 11 months ago
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twin peaks.
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4k, Joel x afab!reader x Tommy, ONE SHOT A/N: This is my @pedrostories secret santa gift. @endlessthxxghts, you're on my nice list. Happy holidays! ♄ Ty for the flexibility and for engaging with fics you like, which gave more ideas đŸ–€. Please excuse the extra men, don't need to remember names. Ty @jksprincess10 for your afab insights! WARNINGS: I8+, Motorcycle Club AU, but Joel is no longer riding. You're a chef. Language. Bar fight. Blood. Gunfire. My first attempt at mild grumpy/sunshine. Passing reference to a bar server's prior SA incident. An OC gets in your personal space and touches your side. Hurt/Comfort. Minor love triangle, I guess, but everyone’s cool. Unsafe P in V, creampies. MFM but only joel inside. The men can lift you. You’re shorter than them. Competency kink, mild size kink, sharing. Starts in Joel POV. There are a few characters from The Bikeriders. BIKER JOEL RECS: both sides of the moon by @lunitawrites and (and ty for this list luna lol)  a minute from home by @agentmarcuspike, little mouse by @katiexpunk & @josephquinnswhore., the road to love by @jobean12-blog
dividers from @cafekitsune for POV change and time jump
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“Changed the recipe,” Joel grumbles. 
Tommy shakes his head with a smile. “Ya know, brother. . . you might be the only one who comes here for the wings.” 
“Cause they’re the best. Or they *were*. Taste this.” Joel pushes the basket over to Tommy and takes a swig of beer, then adds, “If I wanna see some skin, I’ll go to a proper titty bar.”
The uniforms are cute at Twin Peaks, but Joel is there for two reasons: the wings and the company. He sold his Harley and quit the club after a minor accident. It left him only a little scraped up but scared his daughters to death. Now these biker bars are the only place he sees his old crew.
“Shit, they did change it,” Tommy concedes. “Maybe ya should send’em back,” he teases.
“Not a bad idea,” Joel mutters. 
“Really?” Tommy asks. 
“‘S’cuse me. Miss?” The scantily clad server turns around. “They musta changed the recipe, I can’t eat these.” 
“Oh no,” the server frowns. “Sorry ‘bout that, lemme see what I can do.” The server takes the wings back to the kitchen. 
-
A minute later, you emerge from the kitchen in your chef’s whites and Joel does a double take. You smile at him as you approach. 
“Oh, shit,” Tommy elbows him, but Joel hardly notices. He’s captivated by you, but he keeps a straight face. 
“Heard the wings weren’t to your liking,” you cringe empathetically. 
“Why’d ya go and change the Hot Honey recipe.”
“I’m sorry, hun. Hot Honey’s off the menu, that’s the closest we’ve got.”
“It’s *what* now? Why’d ya take it off?”
You sigh with an apologetic smile. “Wasn’t my call.” Then you perk up. “But I think you might really like the new Thai Spice recipe,” you smile.
“Don’t think so,” Joel grumbles. 
“He don’t like change,” Tommy explains. 
“How ‘bout a basket on the house?” You offer with a tilt of your head and raise of your eyebrows. 
Joel is flustered by your charm. “Uh, sure,” he mutters, trying not to check you out. Not much to see anyway with that chef’s apron.
“If ya like’em, buy me a drink sometime,” you add with a wink that makes Joel lose all his thoughts for a moment. 
“Yes, chef,” Joel nods, which makes both you and Tommy giggle. Then you turn and head back to the kitchen. 
“I dunno what they see in ya, man,” Tommy teases Joel and watches as you walk away. “Mm. Hottest thing here and dressed like a paper towel roll.” Joel fails to suppress a chuckle. “You gonna share?”
“We’ll see.”
-
The front door to the restaurant opens, and a hush falls over the dining room. 
Joel looks over his shoulder for only a second, then turns back toward the bar and mutters, “Fuckin’ Benny.”
“And the Jets,” Tommy adds as Johnny and at least half the rival crew follow Benny into the restaurant. Great, there’s Cal, Carter’s rotten brother. Real bad guy. Their motorcycle club is dangerous.
Joel gets his wallet out of his pocket and pulls out a few twenties, then downs the rest of his beer. “Didn’t come to babysit.”
“Think it’ll get ugly?” Tommy asks. “What about your new friend?”
“My new friend?” 
“‘member what happened with Carter’s girl?” Of course Joel remembers. Cal got handsy with her, Carter put him in a chokehold, and a nasty fight broke out. Carter got stabbed.
“Well, I ain’t in charge and don’t got a sweetheart, so I reckon chef hottie’s okay. Where’s Carter?” 
“Home. Can’t ride, already busted his stitches open once.” 
“Good. His girl ain’t workin’ either.” Joel’s face tenses and his nostrils flare as his gaze falls on Cal. “Cal shouldn’t be here.” Joel has to look away before his rage gets the best of him. Joel glances at a table of his own guys (now Carter's), and he isn’t surprised to see one of his buddies putting on brass knuckles. Ya don’t stab the leader and get away with it, but Joel sure wishes this would go down somewhere else. Joel does a double take when he sees another man at the same table reach for his hip. “Damnit, Harold,” Joel whispers to himself. 
“Better hit the boys room ‘fore all hell breaks loose,” Tommy mutters and gets up from his chair. 
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—---you—--
Tonight’s the first time you’ve spoken with Joel, but you’ve noticed him before. His quiet, dark gaze is hypnotizing. The girls are all over him, and he doesn’t show any interest. He sits there scowling with his drink. 
When the chatter of the restaurant abruptly dies down, a pit forms in your stomach. Heavy boots click on the floor, and it sounds like they’re slowly circling the room like sharks.  “Hey sweetheart,” Benny croons out of view in that deep, smooth voice. He looks like a young, brunette Elvis. “You new?”
“Started this week,” the new bartender answers bashfully. 
“Bet they didn’t teach ya the whole job. Benny'll show ya the ropes,” says a deep voice that makes you bristle. It’s smooth. Southern. Sinister. It's Cal. You can visualize his infectious wink. 
One of your cooks puts Joel’s new wing basket on expo.  You compose yourself and grab it with a smile. “I’ll take this one.” You put on your blinders and don’t make eye contact with any of the men, but you notice Tommy walk by, headed toward the back. 
Before you make it behind the bar, Cal intercepts you. “Whoa, what’s cookin’, baby? You believe this, Benny? Keepin’ top talent locked up in the back.” 
Benny’s too wrapped up with the server to respond. 
“Thanks for the snack,” Cal tells you with his eyes roving your apron as he reaches for the basket. You pull it back. “Hey, what’s under this, anyway?” He skims your apron from the side and crowds you against the wall. He braces his arm against the wall, over you. “Got one of them sexy uniforms under this?”
“Excuse me,” you say and try to duck under and around him. 
“I wouldn’t move, darlin’,” Cal taunts.
“What the hell are you doin’ back here,” a man asks behind Cal. 
Cal laughs and looks over his shoulder, and you manage to free yourself. 
“Ain’t worth it, Harold,” Joel warns as he approaches, then Joel turns his attention to you. “You okay?”
-. . .-
Joel gets between you and the brawling men. You hear a blow land on someone, and they spit. Then there’s a click, and before you know it, you’re on the floor, tackled by Joel as a gunshot makes your ears ring. The wind is knocked out of you. 
Joel is on top of you, and time seems to slow down. Cal is slumped against the wall behind Joel, bleeding from the mouth and chest with a menacing smile. 
“Look at me,” Joel says and his massive hand turns your head to face him, bracing his other arm near your head on the tiled floor. “Look at me and only me.” His body is heavy on top of yours. 
You nod as chaos unfolds in the dining room. 
“You okay?” Joel searches your face. 
You nod again, and try to ground yourself with everything you’re physically feeling. The coldness of the tile under your hand. The weight of his body on top of you. The warmth of. . .the massive bulge pressing into your thigh. Joel doesn’t seem to be aware of it, but you sure are now. A wave of desire overwhelms you. Your thigh lifts against his hardening package and it twitches but he still doesn’t seem to notice with everything else going on. He glances behind himself.  
“Gonna get ya outta here,” he promises. “Ready?”
Behind you, someone opens the door to the men’s room, belt jingling. “Shit.” You recognize Tommy’s voice. 
“Bathroom,” Joel commands as he helps you up, then gently pushes you into Tommy’s arms. He nods toward the family restroom, which has a lock. “Gonna take this outside,” Joel pants as he heads into the fray.
“Joel, don’t–you’re outnumbered, don’t get yourself killed,” Tommy pleads.  There’s another gunshot. “Shit, I’ll be right there!” he shouts at Joel
“NO,” Joel barks. 
-
Tommy forces you into the family restroom and locks the door behind the two of you. “You okay?” he asks. You don’t answer.  You wouldn’t be able to without crying. He rubs your back, then searches your face. “Breathe for me, darlin’.”
You tug at the high collar of your chef’s apron, trying to unbutton it for relief.  Tommy quickly rips it open, exposing your tank top. His eyes linger for a moment, then he cradles your head and takes a deep breath, guiding you in your own breathing. He exhales, then murmurs, “You’re okay, honey.” 
You nod and take the apron off entirely, with him supporting you. “Yeah,” you laugh not to cry, but with tears in your eyes. “I’m good.” 
“Good, good. C’mere, darlin’.” His strong arms wrap you in a gentle, protective hug, cradling your head into his barrel chest. You take a deep breath, and the scent of his shampoo intoxicates you. “You’re okay,” he repeats. 
You pull your head back to look up at him, and the corner of his mouth twitches. Then something else twitches, against your middle.  That’s when you feel the denim slide under your hand and realize you’ve grabbed Tommy’s ass. What the fuck. You yank your hand out of his back pocket and stammer “Sorry–” feeling like your face is on fire. Why did you do that? You try to pull away but he gently holds you close. 
“‘S’okay,” he chuckles. “Adrenaline. It’s normal.” He dips his head and it’s close to yours. It gets a little closer, then there’s more gunfire and he releases his gentle hold on you. He bolts toward the door. “Lock it behind me” is the only thing he says as he leaves. 
You lock the door, then slump down against the wall. Is this real life? What’s gotten into you? Feeling up Tommy Miller in the bathroom less than an hour after you asked his brother out. Yeah, it must be adrenaline. The noise of the fight fades into the background while your thoughts drift back to Joel saving you. He’s so big and strong. So protective. You’ve heard how dangerous he is, but to see him in action? While he’s saving you, no less? 
-
Finally the noises have died down. You wonder if it’s safe to leave. You worry about whether Joel and Tommy and your line cooks are okay. You wait a little longer, then unlock the door and peek your head out. Cal staggers toward you, dripping blood. “It’s okay, I’m alright,” he drawls. Then you swiftly close and lock the door, heart pounding. A few seconds later, boots thud across the dining room and a punch is thrown. You hear Cal groan. “C’mon, man.” Another blow lands and Cal goes silent. There’s a knock at the bathroom door. 
“It’s me.” Joel’s voice. You’re still near the door. You unlock it for him. He comes inside and you must look terrified. He holds your cheeks, and his face and shirt are splattered with blood - surely not his own. He hugs you into him. “It’s me, baby. You’re okay.” His voice is deep and soft. He holds you for a minute. When he pulls back again to look at you, his eyes fall to your tank top and he wets his lips. He looks in your eyes again, then at your mouth. 
You close the distance with a soft kiss. Joel’s mouth spreads your lips open, and his tongue finds yours. As the kiss heats up, he pulls you tighter, moaning “Mm,” and you feel it again, you feel him. His hands slide down to grab your ass, pulling your hips into his, and he’s firmer. Lord, is he hung. He lets out a low growl from his chest, and he walks forward against you until the backs of his hands nudge the sink counter – thankfully clean. 
He bends down and his mouth latches onto your neck. He slips his fingertips into the front waistband of your pants, grabbing the button, then pulls away from your neck to pleadingly meet your eyes, and you nod urgently. He takes your pants and underwear down in a flash, then his hand engulfs your bare pussy and he groans at how wet you are. He kisses your neck again for a moment before hooking his massive hands, one of them wet, around the backs of your thighs. He lifts you onto the sink with a grunt as your legs wrap around him and you feel a rush of desire.
Joel sloppily kisses around your mouth with one hand between your legs and the other cradling your head. His scruff scratches you pleasantly. You grope him through his jeans, which are slick with your arousal, as you unbutton and unzip him. Then his own hand dives into his boxers and frees his thick cock, holding it at the right angle to slide right into you, pants and boxers resting below his balls.
“C’mere, baby.” He runs his stiff cock through your folds and you slowly grind against it with a moan. He spits on his shaft and his swollen, leaking tip prods at your entrance for only a moment before plunging into your wet hole and spreading your insides with his girth. There’s a brief burn, then your body catches up. On his second go, he bottoms out with a groan, and you gasp.
 “Yeah,” he sighs and begins to fuck you, slowly at first. “How’s that?” 
You can only nod, feeling so full of him you can hardly listen or form thoughts.  “Ohh,” you whimper as he stuffs you with his massive cock. Your skin feels hot. He speeds up to a moderate pace and you both moan and grunt as you fuck. He kisses and sucks your neck, moaning into your skin, then he breathes against it. He fucks you harder, deeper
“How’s it feel, baby–ohhh” He slams his pelvis into yours each time. 
“Ohhh, God, it’s, yeah, nngh–ohh”
Footsteps come down the hall, and stop outside the door. 
“Wait,” you whisper.”
“Want me to wait?” he whispers teasingly, slowing down to an excruciating pace, dragging slow and heavy inside you. 
You shake your head no. 
“Good,” he whispers. 
Tommy’s knowing voice outside the door: “Catch y’all later.” Then the footsteps recede. 
“Now please, please” you beg, wanting it harder again. You pull him close and grind your pelvis into his in just the right spot. “Ohh, Joel.” The pleasure overwhelms you and you whimper as you begin to clench and pulse. 
“Fuck,” he breathes, “Where do you want it?” 
“Right here,” you nod, pulling him closer, keeping him inside with your legs around him. 
Joel erupts with a groan, filling your hot, wet cunt with warm bursts, slowly thrusting into you as he empties his balls. 
“God damn, you’re somethin’ else.” 
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---a few weeks later—
"Ain't wearin' a stupid holiday sweater," Joel grumbles. You and Joel have been seeing each other, and now you're going to Tommy’s holiday party with him.
"C'mon, just for the party. It'll be fun," you smile hopefully.
"Gimme a break, baby. Nothin' fun about sweaters."
"Don't be a Grinch," you pout.
"Thought I was a Scrooge," he retorts. 
"What if I let you fuck me in Tommy's bed?"
He squints at you. "God damnit, my heart just grew three sizes."
You look down at his jeans and smile saucily. You don't have to make the joke out loud. "Can't wait," you purr and hand him the sweater.  
"Tommy'd lose his mind," Joel shakes his head, then raises his eyebrows. "And not in the bad way." 
"Oh yeah?"
Joel gives a low whistle. "You should see him droolin' when ya walk away." Joel chuckles, and your face heats up. 
"Well. Maybe we shouldn't, then. . ."
"Don't see why not," Joel shrugs. 
You look away shyly.
"What's got you all flustered?" 
"Nothing," you shake your head, but you can't push away the thought of Tommy walking in and losing his 'mind.' 
Joel smirks. "Don't look like nothin'."
"Just excited to see you in a sweater," you run your hand through his curls. 
"I ain't the jealous type if ya wanna give Tommy some sugar, too."
You gasp and can't hide your embarrassed smile. Your face is burning. "He told you.” 
Joel plays stupid. “Told me what?” 
Your hand drifts up to cover your mouth. 
“Just sayin’, if ya wanna grab him in a nicer setting. . .”
“Joel!" You gently smack his chest. 
“Musta been the highlight of his life,” Joel laughs. “Post-divorce, at least.” 
"Naughty list for you." You press his sweater into his chest and go to the closet to change into your own. 
----
When you’re standing at the door of Tommy’s ranch, your heart is racing. 
“Relax, baby.” He rubs your back. 
“You were serious?” you ask. 
“Yeah, but ya don’t gotta. Just sayin’ it’s fair game.” 
Your eyes meet and he cups your cheek. You whisper, “thanks for wearing the sweater.” 
Joel gives you a kiss right as the door opens, and Tommy teases, “You two need a room already?” Tommy’s wearing a festive cardigan open over a wifebeater and his huge belt buckle. He stands aside to let you in, and you don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your mouth. 
Sarah brings her husband, and you spend much of the night talking to them, hearing old stories about Joel. It’s a small party, adults only, and most of the parents have to get home to their babysitters, but Ellie is staying at Bill and Frank’s for the week to help with their Christmas tree farm. It’s a real treat for her and also her first “job.” 
—
You don’t steal Joel away during the party, and he doesn’t try either. But when everyone else is gone, you and Joel stay for a drink with Tommy. He offers that you’re welcome to stay over since the kids are with Maria. 
“Where ya want us?” Joel asks. 
“Well, my bed’s the most comfy,” Tommy looks at you and adds a wink that gives you butterflies. 
Joel nods with an intrigued frown. “Whatcha think, honey?”
“Okay,” you nod. You’re afraid to act too eager, but can hardly believe your luck. 
-
In Tommy’s room, Tommy reclines on the bed, while Joel holds you in a hug. Joel turns your chin to meet his eyes and asks “Comfortable?”
You nod and smile. 
“Ready to be even more comfortable?” 
Joel kisses you gently, sensually. Then his lips become hungrier, and you lose yourself in his rising desperation. He moans into your mouth and pulls you closer against him. He walks against you until you’re at the bed, and when you glance back to make sure you don’t fall, you see Tommy reclining with his ankles crossed, palming himself over his jeans. He holds your gaze and begins to undo that big belt buckle, and you get a rush of arousal. 
With you seated on the bed and Joel looms over you. The curves of his hulking muscles stretch his sweater. Your eyes fall to his jeans, and you can see the outline of his massive erection. You reach for the button and he murmurs, “yeah, there ya go,” and affectionately cradles your head while you unbutton and unzip him. Then he takes his sweater off over his head and his under-tee rides up exposing his happy trail. “Let’s get that sweater off, Tommy.” 
You turn around and see Tommy is on all fours with his cardigan already off. He’s prowling across the bed, to the foot of it where you sit. Tommy sits up on his knees behind you, and wraps his arms around. He lifts at the bottom hem of your sweater and brings his mouth to your ear to murmur, “Yeah, let’s get comfortable.” You raise your arms and he takes off the sweater for you then cups your breasts. You pull off your bra from under your tank top while Joel takes off his jeans. 
“Shit, let’s take it all off,” Tommys says with his voice briefly muffled by his wifebeater as he pulls it over his head. “Nothin’ like three bare bodies all twisted up.” His giant belt clinks as he unbuckles it behind you. Joel steps out of his jeans, leaving the tent in his boxers on full display, making you gush. He bends down to help take your tank top off, then he kisses you as he unfastens your pants. Joel kisses down your body as he removes your pants and underwear. 
“Come on up here,” Tommy mutters and wraps an arm around you. He pulls you up toward the pillows, then stacks them behind himself and pulls you between his legs where you can feel he is fully nude and hard. His skin is hot and smooth. You're both facing Joel. 
You sit between Tommy’s moderately hairy legs, and his broad palms cup your naked breasts. “How ya doin’, darlin’?” he whispers into your ear. His cock twitches against your lower back. “Ready for my brother?”
You nod, “Yeah.” 
“He’s ready too.”
Joel is kneeling onto the bed with his commanding cock in hand. He pauses to squeeze himself, eyes roving over you like you’ve never looked hotter. “Look like an angel, baby. Can’t wait to be in ya.” Tommy lightly grinds himself against your lower back, then his hands come to your thighs, and you spread them open for Joel. 
“Always so good,” Joel mumbles, then kisses you deeply and you feel his cock run through your dripping seam.  You’re wet, so wet for him. He’s still kissing you, letting your lips separate every second or so.  His face pulls back and Tommy slightly adjusts you between his legs. Tommy’s cock is stiff against your back. Joel’s tip nudges your entrance, then he pushes himself into you. Tommy’s hands are still on your breasts. Joel leans over you, bracing his hands on the bed to either side of Tommy’s thighs. It still makes you swoon how his big cock stuffs you full. As Joel thrusts into you, Tommy ruts against you, moaning softly. The force of Joel’s thrusts makes you rub against Tommy’s stiff manhood and he groans.
“Feel so good, baby,” Joel breathes. 
“Take’ him so well,” Tommy  whispers. 
Your breath hitches and you moan into Joel’s mouth with his cock dragging thickly deep inside you. Tommy massages your breasts and grinds into you while Joel kisses you and fucks you good. It feels better and better every minute. Joel dips his hips and grinds against your front as he stuffs  you with his cock. You feel the tension building in your belly, and your clit twitches. 
You tear your mouth away from Joel’s and whine, “Joel.”
“Oh, baby, gonna cum already?”
You whimper and nod. 
“It’s okay, baby. Go ïżœïżœïżœhead,” Tommy whispers. 
“Yeah, let it happen, baby,” Joel agrees. 
Then Joel, with his cock still seated inside you, rolls his hips to put more pressure on your front, and  Tommy grinds against your lower back, and you clench down on Joel’s cock with a moan. 
“Oh, Fuck,” Joel whispers and he begins to pulse at the exact same time you feel Tommy erupt against you. The three of you come in a cacophony of grunts and moans and Tommy’s sliding wetly against your crack as his cum trickles down. 
Joel stays inside as he catches his breath, then slides out of you, and some of his cum drips down between Tommy’s legs. 
“Think ya might be the one I been lookin' for,” Joel mumbles. He gives you a slow kiss.
You get cleaned up, then you sleep like three spoons stacked together with Joel in front. 
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underdark-dreams · 1 year ago
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ok, I'm too cowardly to actually reply to your post about Rolan/ Dammon headcannons/ prompts but here are a few:
Rolan:
-He finally gets to be hero, he saves Tav from some scenario and when Tav is thanking him he has no idea what to do with himself.
-Cal and Lia being siblings and absolutely embarrassing him anytime Tav is around. (Sharing embarrassing but endearing stories from when they were younger, hinting at his feelings for Tav, making kissy faces from behind Tav when he's trying to have a conversation.)
-Also, I just have a feeling that he's a jealous green monster whenever someone who isn't any one the companions try and talk to Tav.. especially if its another wizard.
Dammon:
-Him trying to muster up the courage to ask Tav out when he has his shop in Baulders Gate.
-Dammon would 100% be the type who wants to court someone the 'proper' way, but could be convinced otherwise.
-He seems like he would act like a love sick puppy when he's in love.
Thank you for this delicious bouquet of ideas!! đŸ–€ Twirling my hair over these!! I do want to save a few for fics, but I couldn’t look at this in my inbox any longer without writing out some headcanons:
Rolan 
[Cal & Lia embarrassing him around Tav]
The three of them have a super close bond underneath all the bickering. So the absolute second Rolan catches feelings, Cal & Lia smell blood in the water
Honestly they probably catch it before Rolan admits him to himself
When Lia starts to drop hints or Cal asks if he’s gotten up the nerve to kiss them yet, Rolan is like "what? stop being stupid"
But then he turns away & checks in with himself for a second & he's like "oh fuck"
Rolan makes an effort to only interact with Tav far away from his home, his workplace, the general vicinity of his neighborhood in Baldur’s Gate—basically avoiding anywhere they might run into his sister or brother. They already make him nervous enough
But once they start getting closer he also really wants to bring them home, so at some point, he’ll suck it up and face this potential trainwreck head-on
His siblings make light conversation over dinner about what Tav’s been doing or working on lately. Lia’s like “oh yeah Rolan mentioned that, you know he talks about you a lot, like all the time”
Tav’s hand silently taking his under the table is the only thing that could distract Rolan from snapping back
Somehow, Rolan is even more embarrassed when his siblings start genuinely reminiscing and telling Tav stories about the three of them growing up in Elturel
He’ll chime in if Tav asks him a question, but otherwise he’s pretty quiet. Rolan doesn’t want them to think about him as a refugee or an orphan
In his mind, he still thinks he needs to be powerful and significant in order to truly deserve Tav’s affection
If Rolan paid any attention, he’d realize that Cal and Lia talking up what a stubborn, protective big brother he’s always been is putting stars in Tav’s eyes
[Jealousy]
He’s so fucking jealous and it drives him crazy
Rolan likes controlling the narrative, keeping any vulnerability under control & well hidden from others, etc.
Falling in love with Tav creates a big complication in the way he usually operates
Once he’s master of Ramazith’s Tower, he has a certain amount of social obligations—hosting members of the wizarding community, professional gatherings, etc
And Tav is an integral part of his life now, so they'll always be involved to some extent
Midway through the evening, Rolan glances across the room and sees one of his colleagues talking much closer than he'd like to his beloved. As he watches, their hand actually reaches out to touch Tav’s elbow
Whatever he's doing or whoever he's conversing with is abandoned without ceremony
Rolan does that thing where he casually walks up to join the conversation and places a hand on the small of Tav's back, just resting there with a slight smile as he pretends to listen. But he’s staking his claim
In his head the gesture means step the fuck back, this person is with me. It’s honestly about as subtle as a sledgehammer
After they're finally alone again he'll probably want to fuck Tav on his desk or against one of the bookstacks in the Tower
Capturing them for himself and hearing them moan his name and making sure they know they’re his
Dammon
[Working up the courage to ask Tav out]
He’s been really glad their paths have converged here and there along the way, but nothing could make him prouder than when Tav comes to visit the Forge of Nine Hells in the city
Dammon is completely in his element in Baldur’s Gate
He’s pretty modest and down-to-earth, but he feels a swell of pride when Tav finally sees him running a proper forge. It’s how he always hoped they’d see him
And is it just his imagination, or does he see them
often? Almost every day they’re dropping by for one reason or the other, and they seem to linger to chat and watch him work
The hints that they’re interested are all Dammon needs to start working up his courage to make a move
He's alone and tied to his work most of the day, which gives his mind ample time to run through different options
Getting the timing right drives him a little crazy. So often Tav is in a hurry, or with their companions, or he's got a rush commission that he has to get finished
When he finally finds the moment, he’ll probably come right out with it & ask them out for a drink. He wants something simple where they can talk, plus smithing is thirsty work
When Tav agrees with a smile, Dammon drops everything, his leather apron snagging as he pulls it over his horns in his haste to get going
Gathers his courage and puts an arm around their shoulders as they walk
With anyone else Dammon would be self-conscious about how he smells like iron and smoke and sweat all the time. But if anyone can look past it it’s Tav, with everything they’ve been through
A feeling that's confirmed when they lean further into him with a laugh
[Being totally lovesick over Tav]
The definition of devoted
He would 100% be that type of boyfriend who likes to be always touching Tav when they’re close
Prefers to rest his hand on their hip while they’re side by side, maybe on the curve of their ass if he can get away with it. The contrast against the doting look in his eye is classic Dammon—sweet and hot 
It's not a possessiveness thing, and he'd tone it down if Tav asked, he's just super into them & touching them feels natural
Just in general, he loves telling Tav yes and has a very hard time telling them no
At the end of the day, Dammon likes to pull Tav down to sit on his lap and talk about their days. He might stroke their hair or rub their back while he listens, just helping his love relax at the end of a long day
Dammon’s used to being a single bachelor and taking care of himself, but he discovers that he adores when Tav does little things to dote on him or pamper him
One night he comes home with the usual soot stains on his skin and ache in his shoulders to find that Tav has drawn him a warm, pleasant-smelling bath. Ignoring any mild protests, Tav insists on helping him peel off his sweaty layers and sink in, then loosens his knot of hair to gently lather and wash his locks. The feel of Tav’s fingers and nails massaging his scalp is the most loving, tender thing. Dammon feels like he could fall asleep right right there in the water under their hands
He calls Tav all kinds of pet names: darling, love, dearest, gorgeous, sometimes angel if he's feeling especially whipped
Dammon is one to say "I love you' freely and often, but hearing Tav say it back never fails to make him sigh with happiness
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captainlunaxmen · 5 months ago
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All for The Cameras
Chapter 10
Finnick Odair x fem!reader
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Chapter summary: the "life" as Capitol's captive is not the best, neither is in district 13 not knowing what's going on.
Chapter warnings: it's the Hunger Games... I mean. Heavy hint of rape, blood, mention of torture.
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Y/n's Pov
I don't know how long we've been here.
Days?
Months?
Weeks?
Hours?
Regardless of the truth, too damn long.
Part of me wants someone to rescue us, another doesn't want anyone to get near this place in fear of them getting caught too.
"Y/n...?" Johanna's voice feels further than it actually was, "Y/n... don't get into your head."
"All my fault." I mutter, shaking my head.
"I don't know what you said, but I can tell it's not good." Johanna groans, as she sits up a little straighter.
"Johanna..." I start with an exasperated sigh.
"No."
"It is my fault." I say firmly, "it is, and you have all the reason to hate me."
"Stop it."
"I should've gotten you all out. I..." I choke out a sob.
"Please... stop that." I've never heard her pleading, that alone makes me regain some sense and I crawl closer to the bars.
"I'm sorry." I say, "I'm afraid they know what they're doing..."
"I'm afraid so." Johanna nods, "if you lose yourself we're fucked."
"I know." I force a smile, "do you know how long it's been?"
"Uh..." she groans, "days? Weeks? No idea. Feels like too long, that's for sure."
"Agree." I sigh, "it's been too long since they took Peeta too."
"I don't know what t-" she stops herself.
"Uh?"
"They're coming." She whispers.
A moment later the peacekeepers walk in, passing my cell I see they are dragging Peeta, he can't even stand.
They throw him in his cell without any words and leave the room.
"Peeta?" I call softly, when he doesn't answer I look at Johanna in the cell in front of mine, she can probably see him better than me.
She shrugs.
"Peeta...? What's wrong?" I try again and this time I can hear a grunt from him. "Peeta..."
"She did this." He says, so softly I could hardly hear. My heart breaks, suspecting he's talking about me.
"What... what do you say?" Johanna asks.
"It's her fault." He says louder and I crawl a little back, trying to hide myself.
"Who are you talking about?" Johanna asks again.
"Katniss."
I immediately sit up straight, I look at Johanna who look right back at me, I'm sure we have the same confused expression on our faces.
"What did they do to you there, Peeta?" I carefully ask.
"I... It's all her fault." He says, without answering my question.
"Peeta, answer me." I tell him. I look towards Johanna for any sort of answer, clue of what's happening to him, but she's just as confused.
When we hear footsteps coming towards us, Johanna and I crawl back against the wall, waiting as they open the doors.
"Y/n."
I look up to see Cal, hands behind his back, looking down at me.
"What?" I spat.
"The president requires your presence." He states and with a nod of his head, he motion for the guards to open the door and take me.
They harshly grab me and make me stand.
"Hey!" Cal suddenly shouts, "she's my fiancee, careful."
I roll my eyes as I force myself to walk, and not be dragged, I try to send a quick reassuring look to Johanna as I pass.
"Any clue?" I ask, annoyed to mask the fear I'm actually feeling.
"He wants to show you something." He simply says as we walk through the dark corridors. There are no windows, I can't even tell if it's dry or night outside.
I look around, thinking of a way to escape, I've been inside these buildings all my life, and there must be something I can use.
"You try anything, I'll make sure you regret it." Cal interrupts my thoughts, grabbing my arm to push me to walk quicker.
I can only stay silent, but my eyes are wide open.
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One of the Peacekeepers opens the door to Snow's office, and Cal pushes me inside.
"Ah! Miss L/n, good to see you." He greets rather cheerfully.
"I thought you were above lying, sir." I mutter.
"On the contrary, my dear, but it doesn't mean I am lying now. I was looking forward to show you something." He's smiling, happy with himself. It's not a good sign usually.
"And what that something might be?" I ask, I try to keep a brave stance, but the way he stares at me proves that he doesn't believe it, and he knows he could crush me if he wanted to.
He looks at me carefully before turning the screen on. The gasp I let out is full of hope, seeing Katniss alive and well. She's somewhere with a sort of filming team, military, Gale is with them. And I think I recognise the other woman. She used to work here in the Capitol. I can't recognise where they are...
"District 8, miss L/n." Snow says, probably from noticing my analysing the footage, "she went to visit a makeshift hospital there..."
"You... what did you do..?" I know what he could've done, I'm just mad, furious.
"What you see here is nothing. You see, we declared not long ago that any association with the Mockingjay symbol is forbidden, any form of association." He explains, "so... you tell me. What would happen next?"
I can't help the tears forming and falling from my eyes, the rage I wish to let out, but I can't... or I won't be the one to pay.
"I... I..."
"If you were there, you probably would've suggested a different approach, wouldn't you?" He mocks, "You're a smart girl, I did raise you, whether you like it or not. Your insights on our ways would've helped them. But now I want you to tell me: what was the inevitable next step?"
I'm shaking, I keep my eyes on the screen. If Katniss is alive, maybe the others are too...
"Well?" He urges, "say it."
"Kill the wounded..." I whisper.
"My exact words, miss L/n, my exact words." He looks at me, proudly it seems, and all I want to do is throw up.
"You attacked a makeshift hospital... without defence..." I keep shaking my head.
"They committed treason, my dear girl. There was a warning." He simply states.
"Why did you show me this?" I snap.
"Ah, finally." He walks closer to me, "try take a guess."
"Stop with this game." I spit back.
"Take a guess."
I take deep breaths, thinking.
"I..."
"Let me hear your thoughts, entertain me." He says.
I clench my fists, nails poking my skin hard enough to keep my mind focused.
"It's can't be so I can tell the others, too easy." I start and he nods.
"And why?"
"Because Peeta's treatment is not complete..." I say, realising it now, "one word and all your progress would be useless... so why tell me?... I..." Then another realisation hits me even harder, "I have to keep the secret from them... if they found out they wouldn't trust me anymore." I see Snow nodding, "and of course if I say something you would know and you would punish them, and not me."
All a stupid mind game, make me feel guilty for something I have no power on...
"Smart girl." He compliments, "your punishment for lying and betraying the Capitol, do the same to your loved ones. One word and they'll suffer. All because of you. Just like your brother."
If he shot me, it would hurt less.
I force myself to stay put, whatever I do will fall on Peeta and Johanna. I feel my hands getting wet, but I'm afraid if I move I'd do something I know they'll make me regret.
"Have someone bandage her hands before the next interview, general." Snow adresses Cal, I didn't even notice him entering the room.
"Of course." Cal responds, putting a hand on the small of my back to make me move.
That snaps me out of my paralysis and I loom at my hands. My nails got through and now there's blood on my hands...
Irony is weird. So is the fact that we're not heading to the tribute centre where they're keeping us...
"Where..."
"Shut up." Cal grabs my arm, "you need more than a few session."
I stop abruptly, his hold only tightens.
"Please no... Cal, please..." I struggle against him.
"We'll try again the reality session."
My heart sink at the thought.
No...
I struggle more but he just grabs me and puts me on his shoulder, I'm too weak to keep going.
I need to keep repeating myself that nothing is real in there.
Nothing is real in there.
Finnick's Pov
"Did you already try the trident Beetee made for you?" Haymitch asks Finnick, hoping to distract him from his knots.
"I... yeah... it was... Good... I think." He mutters.
"You know she wants you to fight, right?" Haymitch tries again, "Y/n wouldn't want you here, worried sick making knots over knots."
"She would slap me, probably." Finnick allows himself a small chuckle.
"Oh, for sure." Haymitch agrees, "so?"
"What?"
"Are you planning on keeping on sulking here?"
Finnick sighs deeply, eyes on the knot in his hands.
He puts is down on the bed and stands. Haymitch looks at him, a victorious grin on his face as he begins walking away, sure Finnick is following him.
Finnick takes a deep breath and follows him out.
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As Finnick and Haymitch get to the others, another transmission from the Capitol starts.
Y/n and Peeta are together this time, facing the camera directly.
"Look at any movement from her, any scheme." Haymitch tells everyone, "she's trying to communicate."
"She tried to teach me morse code... she never got to..." Finnick whispers, defeated.
"Well, we got people here who knows it, don't stress yourself about it." Coin comforts him, "if she's indeed sending a message... we'll get it."
"Look at her..." Finnick feels himself about to cry, "look at them..."
In that moment Katniss and Boggs arrive too, just as Y/n starts speaking.
"Tonight, we've received reports of derailed trains, of granaries on fire, and of a savage attack on the hydroelectric dam in district 5." She says, hands fidgeting as always.
"We're begging for restraint and decency." Peeta adds.
Before he can say anything more, the scene changes into Katniss walking through ruins ans her voice singing.
"That's it. That's our footage" says president Coin.
"Beetee's in." Plutarch realises.
The scenes switch between Katniss' and The Capitol's.
"Katniss.." Peeta whispers.
"He sees it. He sees our propo."
"Katniss, are you there?" He asks.
Finnick looks at Katniss crying, helpless, then goes back at looking at the screen. He notices Y/n reaching a hand out to comfort Peeta, or to keep him focused. He can see threat of tears in her eyes.
Someone from the front desks walks up to Coin handing her a piece of paper. She nods her head and whispers something to them and they quickly run out the room
"Peeta, please continue." Ceaser voice urges him, "you were telling us about these savage attacks."
If before this interruption Y/n eyes were looking in front of her, to the camera, now they're set on Peeta.
"The attack on the damp was a callous and inhuman act of destruction." He says, but it switches again to Katniss singing.
"Think about it." He's fully in distress now, Finnick sees Y/n whispering something to Peeta as she gently grabs his hands, soothing him. "How will this end. What will be left? They're coming, Katniss. They're gonna kill everyone." Peeta's like he snapped out of whatever hypnotic state he was and warns her, "in district 13, you'll be dead by morning!"
Before the transmission is cut they managed to see peacekeepers grabbing both Peeta and Y/n.
"He's warning us. That was a warning." Haymitch says.
"Yes, it was." Boggs agrees.
"We have to get them out before they kill them." Katniss basically begs and Finnick is very close to do the same.
"Is there anything in the air?" Coin asks.
"Nothing on Doppler, ma'am."
"They were in the mansion. They could have overheard something." Coin guesses.
"Possibly." Plutarch agrees, "plus Y/n knows their ways."
Coin then looks at everyone, pondering.
"It's time for an air raid drill." Coin announces.
Everyone starts walking out as the alarm starts bleeping, urging everyone to get ready to begun evacuation protocol, heading to the underground shelters.
Finnick follows everyone down, he has to be careful not to trip down, because his mind is busy worrying about Y/n.
Are they going to hurt her? Kill her? He'd give his life to know... he'd give up his life for hers.
Y/n's Pov
We're in the dark. Complete dark.
Could it be a malfunction in the building electric storage? No... something happened, but what.
"Any idea, L/n?" Johanna asks.
"Not a clue."
"Peeta?" Johanna calls, him. He hasn't said a word since they got us back here.
"Mmh." He grunts, but not a word.
"What did they do?" She asks.
"They... grabbed him, he tried to get away from them..." I start, my voice shaking at the memory, "they started to kick him... hard. I try to make them stop. They punched me... they kept on kicking us until... Cal came in..."
"God..." she groans.
"At least they stopped hitting him." I whisper. "And they didn't bring us back to torture us... last time they used my brother... I don't think I can take another of those..."
"Fuck..." she breaths out.
"Doesn't mean they won't torture us tomorrow..." I hold back my tears, "but for tonight we're okay... I think."
"He got back before you..." Johanna inquires.
"So?"
"You were bleeding when they got you here... has it stopped?"
"No..."
"You said Cal was there." She keeps guessing.
"Yes..."
"Did he...?"
"Yes, Johanna, can we not talk about it?" I snap.
"Of course." She says, understanding.
I take a deep breath, to calm my nerves, and prevent any more tears.
"I didn't mean to snap. I'm sorry." I say.
"I snap all the time and you're never upset about it. Don't worry." She says, to cheer me up, I think.
"I never minded you snapping at me." I chuckle.
"That's why I thought you were worthy of my respect." She casually says.
"Because I let you snap at me?" I ask.
"Because you understand."
"Don't go soft on me now, Mason." I warn her playfully, "we'll getting out."
"Hope is a dangerous thing." She warns me as well.
"Yet it's also powerful." I wish I could wink at her right now, but I'm forced to close both my eyes due to the light turning back on.
"What the fuck?" She exclaims, "what's going on?"
"I don't know." I try to force my eyes to get used again to the strong light.
Then something is thrown into the room, and everything is surrounded by smoke.
We start coughing hard, I try to keep my eyes open to see anything.
I suddenly see people armed and with helmets on.
"What the fuck..."
"What's going on? Hey?!" Johanna screams at them.
One of them get closer to my cell, through the artificial fog, once they're close enough they removes the helmet just enough for me to see him, but everything turns black before I even get a glimpse.
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diazheartsbuckley · 4 months ago
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“I uhm-
 I might have to reenlist if I don’t find a job soon” Eddie says, dragging his hands across his face, feeling a few beads of sweat forming near his temples. He doesn’t want to reenlist, he doesn’t want to leave Christopher behind again, he can’t do that to him. Not when he moved to another state just to be able to keep seeing him. Shannon had gotten a job offer that she couldn’t refuse and Eddie had willingly accepted that if they were to co-parent, he had to come with them.
And the last thing he’d expected was to meet someone as amazing as Buck, so loving and caring and kind and so proud of who he is. Eddie wishes that he could be like him, be happy with who and what he is. Surely, he’d come out to Shannon and Christopher but not to the world. He wasn’t ready for that. Maybe he’d never be ready and that scared him too because Buck
Buck makes him feel whole.
And even though he wasn’t ready to share his feelings with the world, he knew that he didn’t want to leave Buck behind either.
The concern spreads instantly across Buck’s face, forming deep creases on his forehead and even small lines around his eyes. “I won’t let you do that, Eds. You can’t do that to yourself. Or to Christopher” or to me, the last part remains unspoken because he knows that he might just be pushing Eddie away instead of holding him close. “There has to be another way”
Eddie exhales deeply, the fear almost palpable as he stares at a blank space right behind Buck’s head. He knows that if he looks at him for too long, those soft, blue puppy eyes will win him over. Without a doubt, he knows that he’s in love with Buck but he doesn’t know how to show it. Yet.
Instead, he reacts in a manner that he can only recognize as coming from his father. He halfway flies out of his seat and drags his fingers almost desperately through his hair. “Don’t you think that I’ve thought about that? Do you think I want to leave my kid behind again?”
Do you think I want to leave you behind?
“That’s not what I’m saying, Eddie. I’m saying that I want to help you” Buck replies, not reacting to Eddie’s outburst but instead stretches his hand out carefully, touching Eddie’s side with his fingertips.
Oh.
The silence lingers for a moment before Eddie speaks again, this time realizing that maybe he has to react differently. “I’m just-
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“Scared. I know. But we can work it out. Together. Okay?”
“Okay” Eddie agrees despite the fact that he’s fighting every fiber of his being. A real man doesn’t need help from others, his father’s words echoes in his head.
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st-joseph-rtc · 2 months ago
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Welcome to the school of St Joseph!
This is a blog for some RTC OCs that belong to another school in Uranium!
THIS BLOG IS CURRENTLY PRE-CYCLONE!
! Rules !
NSFW is fine, just please not too explicit! Any asks that fall in this category will not be answered and will be deleted!
Be patient to get your answer! All of us have different timezones so different people answer at different times! We have lives too. (Though this means that one admin might be online at all times which could be seen as a positive! :D!)
! Characters !
Alessia Corvo ( -đŸ„ŠđŸ–€) Alessia's info page!
Carlos Daniel Alvarez (- đŸ›č🌿) Carlos' info page
Elias Archer ( -đŸ§·đŸŒč) Eli's Info Page!
Gabriel Charles Allaire-Kingston (-đŸ’›đŸ„€) Gabe’s info page!
Theodore Robert Thompson (-🎱) Theo's Info Page!
Clementine Victoria Harriet Philippa Devereux (- 🍊💾) Clem's Info Page!
Callahan Lincoln Alastair Montgomery Devereux (- đŸ–±đŸŽź) No info page yet.
Harleen "Morgan" Devonshire (-💬) Morgan’s info page!
Marlena Harris (-🌟🧠) Marlena’s info page!
Cameron Beck (-📾) Cam’s info page!
Lindsey Tam (- đŸ—ș✈) Lin's info page!
Cavity "Knob" Anderson (-đŸšȘ) No info page yet.
! Admins !
Hi hi i'm Milo, on Tumblr as @/milsandmillio. i own 3, now 4 different ask blogs and i thought this would be really silly to do with my friends. I use They/Them and I'll be responding for/as Alessia Corvo and Elias Archer.
Heya, I'm known commonly as Persefoni. Long time tumblr user and long time roleplayer as well. I run a few other blogs. I use He/They pronouns and will be doing responses for/as Theodore Robert Thompson.
Hii!! I'm Ezra (cyclqnes). I own a couple of ask blogs. I was on Tumblr way back in 2020, then a little bit in 2023. I use he/him pronouns and I'll be responding as Clementine and Callahan Devereux.
Hey! I'm Malakai. You may know me as @/mmmalakai or @/therealbadegg on the Tumblr - I am well known there! I use he/him pronouns and I will be responding for/as Marlena Harris, Harleen "Morgan" Devonshire, Cameron Beck, and Gabriel Charles Allaire-Kingston.
! Relationships/Friendships !
Alessia's Relations!
Alessia dislikes Clementine.
Alessia is neutral towards Callahan.
Alessia is friends with Theo.
Alessia is neutral towards Morgan.
Alessia is friends with Marlena.
Alessia is friends with Cam.
Alessia dislikes Eli.
Alessia dislikes Gabriel.
Alessia dislikes Carlos.
Eli's Relations!
Eli is friends with Gabriel.
Eli is friends with Carlos.
Eli is "dating" Clementine.
Eli is neutral but respects Callahan.
Eli dislikes Theo.
Eli dislikes Alessia.
Eli dislikes Marlena.
Eli dislikes Morgan.
Eli dislikes Cam.
Gabriel’s relations!
Gabriel dislikes Alessia.
Gabriel is friends with Eli.
Gabriel is friends with Carlos.
Gabriel dislikes Theo.
Gabriel is neutral towards Clementine (he wants her man).
Gabriel is neutral toward Callahan.
Gabriel is friends with Morgan (they both want Eli and Clem to break up).
Gabriel is neutral towards Marlena.
Gabriel dislikes Cameron.
Theo's relations!
Theo is friends with Alessia.
Theo dislikes Clementine.
Theo is neutral towards Callahan.
Theo is friends with Franciszka.
Theo is friends with Marlena.
Clementine's relations!
Clementine is neutral towards Callahan.
Clementine is neutral towards Theo.
Clementine dislikes Alessia.
Clementine is friends with Morgan, but it's complicated.
Clementine is dating Eli, but there is no feelings involved.
Callahan's Relations!
Cal is neutral towards Clementine, but he respects her.
Cal is neutral towards Theo.
Cal is neutral towards Alessia.
Cal is neutral towards Morgan, but he feels sympathy for them.
Morgan's relations!
Morgan is neutral towards Alessia, but they admire her.
Morgan dislikes Eli.
Morgan is friends with Gabriel (they both want Clem and Eli to break up).
Morgan is neutral towards Carlos.
Morgan is neutral towards Theo.
Morgan is friends with Clementine, albeit a toxic friendship.
Morgan is neutral towards Callahan.
Morgan is neutral towards Marlena.
Morgan is neutral towards Cam.
Marlena's relations!
Marlena is friends with Alessia.
Marlena dislikes Eli.
Marlena dislikes Gabriel.
Marlena is neutral towards Carlos.
Marlena is friends with Theo.
Marlena dislikes Clementine.
Marlena is neutral towards Callahan.
Marlena is neutral towards Morgan.
Marlena is friends with Cam.
Cameron’s relations!
Cam is friends with Alessia.
Cam dislikes Eli.
Cam dislikes Gabriel.
Cam dislikes Carlos.
Cam is friends with Theo.
Cam dislikes Clementine.
Cam is neutral towards Callahan.
Cam dislikes Morgan.
Cam is friends with Marlena.
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#General Asks! - Asks that are not directed towards any specific choir member
#Theodore Asks - Asks for Theodore Robert Thompson
#Alessia Asks - Asks for Alessia Corvo
#Eli Asks - Asks for Elias Archer
#Gabe Asks - Asks for Gabriel Allaire-Kingston
#Carlos Asks - Asks for Carlos Alvarez
#Clem Asks - Asks for Clementine Devereux
#Cal Asks - Asks for Callahan Devereux
#Morgan Asks - Asks for Harleen "Morgan" Devonshire
#Marlena Asks - Asks for Marlena Harris
#Cam Asks - Asks for Cameron Beck
#OOC - Anything that is OOC, like announcements etc.
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aria-ashryver · 7 months ago
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Meet my OC - Viktor Ivanov
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Name: Viktor Ivanov Book: Immortal Desires Orientation: Bisexual Pronouns: He/him Birthday: 12th October 1997 Sign: Libra Born: Dunedin, New Zealand Raised: Sydney, Australia, and Inverness, Scotland (with some short stints in both NZ and Croatia) Heritage: Croat
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Family
Henrik Ivanov (younger brother) Mother (name tbd) Father (name tbd)
Viktor’s closest family member is his younger brother Henrik (Henri, as a diminutive), who is eight. Henri attends boarding school, so they do not see each other much, but Henri idolises his big brother and Viktor would do anything to keep Henri from being hurt. He believes his parents treat Henri as the “do-over” child, and that they think Viktor “lacks ambition” and “refuses to take anything seriously”. There is a lot of pressure on Henri to perform well academically and to follow in his father’s footsteps, career-wise.
Viktor’s father’s career remains something of a mystery to him — he knows it is a somewhat high-ranking governmental position that requires him to travel a lot, so his father is only home for short stints every few months. When he was around 12 or 13, Viktor decided he would ask his dad outright what his job actually was the next time he showed an interest in one of Viktor’s hobbies or interests.
To this day, Viktor has no idea what his father does for a living.
His mother is a stay-at-home housewife. She is the family member Viktor sees the most often, and also the one he has the worst relationship with.
Skills / Hobbies
Sketching, painting, singing — frontman and founder of grunge/rock band Your Bisexual Awakening. Also plays bass
YBA cycles through names often, all of which have a story attached. They choose a new name via the following system: if a band member says something stupid or memorable in conversation, and two or more members simultaneously say "band name", they must change it to whatever was just said. I.e.
Cal: seriously, guys? again? Ava: my bad. Angel's refractory period is more like a Refractory Comma Angel, Viktor, and Luca, simultaneously: band name Ava: aw, fuck.
Random Trivia
Moved a lot as a child — growing up jumping between Scotland, Australia, New Zealand, and Croatia has left Viktor with the weirdest accent. Its mostly Scottish... ish? Kinda?
Enjoys anime — once described watching Tokyo Ghoul as the purest spiritual experience of his life (and then sulked inconsolably for a week when he found out the final season was copaganda)
Scared of dogs (was bitten when he was younger)
Loves having his photo taken, but also can’t look at photos of himself sometimes, because they often bring on depersonalisation episodes
Huge collection of slogan t-shirts he crops and alters himself.
Can do overtone / polyphonic singing (but not well)
When he shared a dorm room with Luca at Avalon, for a while his alarm was this Marc Rebillet song (until Luca threatened to beat him to death with a pair of socks unless he changed it)
Has a crush on Kylo Ren
Is deeply ashamed of his crush on Kylo Ren
Favourite movie is Sucker Punch (will rant AT LENGTH about how people completely miss the feminist read)
His fashion sense is varied and questionable. One day he’ll be in gritty, black techwear, the next he’s full flower-boy poet. Then he’ll be Grandma-chic, and the next day he might be wearing a three-piece suit patterned exclusively with cobs of corn.
He does really love garments that drape and flow, though, and is a bit of a sucker for glitter and fun textures. No matter how loud, he somehow manages to always wear the outfits, and not have them wear him.
Viktor’s goals are informed by an odd mix of wanting a sense of agency and independence, while also just wanting to be taken care of and not have to think
Pathetic Babygirl of All Time
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Personal Life
cw!! for talk around mental illness, suicide, and substance abuse
Viktor’s childhood was extremely difficult in that his mother simply does not believe that mental illnesses and neurologic disorders are legitimate conditions, and denies that Viktor’s many conditions are real. She believes he is making everything up for attention. Viktor has had this rhetoric drilled into him since childhood — there is nothing wrong with him, he’s just weak, lazy, a failure, a troubled child.
As such, he has never been diagnosed with anything on record.
He is quite mistrustful of authority figures as a result of his upbringing.
The first real, healthy parental influence in his life was Terri O’Rinn. She was the one to refer Viktor to a specialist doctor — she called in a favour from a friend/colleague, who was able to confirm Viktor’s diagnosis of mild to moderate Tourette Syndrome. This diagnosis remains strictly off-record. He primarily has motor tics, but he does have some verbal ones too — many of his tics are indistinguishable from the way he carries himself and his usual, somewhat eccentric mannerisms of speaking and moving.
Viktor also suffers from depression and generalised anxiety disorder. Luca has “diagnosed” him with “ADHD by peer review.” Viktor also deals with frequent bouts of passive suicidal ideation. Luca has had to talk him down on two separate occasions when he has threatened attempts. He has attempted once, on his own, and has never told anyone about it. Viktor loves Luca like a brother, as they do him, and their bond is fundamentally unshakeable.
Viktor fell into performing initially as a means to cope with his Tourettes — music helps to help him feel in control of his symptoms, so he can often be found singing, humming, or whistling to himself as he goes about his business. Alcohol and weed incidentally dial back his premonitory urges as well, allowing him to more easily suppress his tics, so there have been patterns of substance abuse throughout Viktor’s life when he’s been in a bad place mentally.
In classes at school, he was something of the class clown — Viktor quickly realised he liked dictating the kind of attention that was on him (and that he actually really loves attention when its the kind he has sought out himself). So rather than people staring at him because of his tics, he’d rather enrapture them on purpose with beautiful and hypnotic performances. Leaning into his role as the band’s vocalist and frontman did wonders for his self-confidence and overall quality of life.
Also — he’s just really, really, good at singing đŸ–€đŸ–€đŸ–€
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You can find out more about Viktor via my masterlist, or read about him in my longfic, snow in crimson, starlight in gold on AO3! đŸ–€(direct link, fic is rated Explicit)
tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations
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skz317cb97 · 1 year ago
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so i have no idea if you take requests, but
 yk that skz code episode where they play like a bored game and they have to wear the cat ears and see who can make their heart flutter?? imagine reader as the 9th member and she has to wear the cat ears and she picks chan not thinking anything would happen but she turns into a blushing hot mess in front of everyone
 (i believe its episode 4)
The Heart Flutter Game
Chan/ot8 x Female reader
Word count: 990
Synopsis: What happens when you realize Chan is capable of making your heart race?
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A/N: 18+ ONLY! I hope this is what you were looking for and I hope you enjoy reading. I couldn't help myself and threw just a smidge of angst in there lol otherwise it's all cute fluffy crack! If you all enjoy reading please give it a reblog, like, comment, hop on over to my asks, whatever. I love hearing from you guys! Warnings below the cut
Warnings: None but if there is something I should have up as a warning please let me know and I'll add it. Also although there is no smut or nsfw content in this fic my blog and stories are strictly for 18+ and over. MDNI you will be blocked.
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You didn't know where the staff came up with these games sometimes but when you all walked in and saw a huge game board you knew you were going to have fun, especially when you all started to walk around and read the squares. Blind tasting, debate, this or that, heart flutter, fruit ninja. You didn't know what some of the games were but you knew the heart flutter game from watching tik toks.  
You all rolled a big dice to determine the order you'd go in. Once that was decided the game could really begin. You made it a couple times around the group and then it was your turn again. You rolled and Chan moved your piece for you, landing on the heart flutter game. You had watched Seungmin and Jisung play one of the other rounds, so you knew what to expect and you knew who you would pick. 
"I choose Chan." He smiled and walked over. 
"You don't think I can make your heart flutter?" He seemed up to the challenge.  
"No offence Channie but I highly doubt it." He clutched his heart. 
"I'm hurt and will now have to prove myself that much more." You laughed. 
"Well go on then sweep me off my feet old man." He made a stink face. 
"I'm not old!" Seungmin laughed. 
"You just forgot you're old because you're old." Chan feigned laughing and then turned back towards you as a staff member finished setting up the ears and sensors. Then one of the other staff members got the stopwatch ready. You just had to survive two minutes. They hit the button to start it. 
"Okay and go!" Chan walked towards you a little more. 
"Da? Ahh Da? Uwu..." Chan went straight for aegyo but you stood there expressionless the ears unchanging. He stepped closer.  
"Daaaa? Oooo cuuuute!" He poked his cheek and you still gave no reaction and he got no movement from the ears. He stepped closer, now he was definitely in your bubble and you could smell his cologne. Why did he smell so good? The ears twitched and Chan looked at you with a little smile. 
"What's wrong y/n?" You shook your head. 
"N-nothing..." His smile got bigger. He leaned in and the cat ears moved more. The guys all started teasing you as your ears started turning red. 
"Flirt Chan!" He got closer and you took a deep breath. 
"Nothing? Really? You seem flustered..." Chan's face was so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your neck, giving you goosebumps and the ears started moving even more. 
"Uh... I... I..." You were starting to get embarrassed that Chan was having such an effect on you. His lips were almost pressed to the shell of your ear. 
"Do I make your heart flutter y/n-ie?" He whispered, then he kissed your cheek and the ears went crazy. You gasped surprised he did that. Your whole face was burning now as the guys all laughed. Suddenly, to you, it wasn't funny anymore. You pulled the ears off and tossed them down before running off. Everyone stopped laughing. Chan looked around at the guys who were all looking up at him. 
"Way to go Chan." Chan looked over at Changbin who had said it. 
"What?! You guys told me to flirt." Minho shook his head. 
"Yea flirt, we didn't say kiss her." Chan face palmed and groaned. 
"I'll go apologize." Chan walked off in the direction you had run off in as the rest of the guys took a break. He found you by following the sounds of your sniffles. He felt terrible.  
"y/n? Hey I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was trying to be silly and took it too far." You wiped at your face a huffed out a breath. 
"It's not that. You didn't make me uncomfortable Chan." He was confused, his head tilted to the side as his bottom lip protruded. 
"What then?" You slouched against the wall. 
"I... I liked it." Chan nodded. 
"Okay..." You rolled your eyes. 
"I liked it a lot okay?! And everyone was there watching and laughing and I realized it was all just a joke, that I was a joke, and..." Chan's brow furrowed. 
"Hey hey no. You're not a joke." You looked down and shrugged.  
"Well that's how it felt. 'Chan kissed y/n hahaha big joke'. Even you just said you did it to be silly." Chan realized he'd hurt your feelings. 
"I'm so sorry y/n. I didn't mean it like that." You shook your head. 
"Just forget it. Okay? Let's just get back and finish the game." You started to walk off and Chan gently grabbed your wrist stopping you. 
"Hey wait we need to talk about this." You pinched the bridge of your nose. 
"Why?" 
"Well you liked the kiss and I liked kissing you. Isn't that something we should discuss." You looked at him speechless. 
"You what?" He shrugged. 
"I said I liked kissing you and I think this is something we should talk about instead of ignoring it." When you finally processed Chan's words and that he truly meant them you nodded. 
"Yea okay..." You said shyly. You and Chan sat down on the floor with your backs against the wall and started talking. Midway through the conversation Chan grabbed and held your hand and your heart started racing faster. Back in the main part of the studio the guys were all huddled around a monitor. After a moment Felix spoke up. 
"Shouldn't we tell them their mics are still on?" Hyunjin shook his head. 
"No give them their moment." Seungmin chimed in. 
"I didn't think they would ever figure it out. It was starting to get painful to watch them." All of the guys agreed in unison. They let you and Chan have your moment while they waited for you both to return and finish the game. 
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stopbeinggayyyy · 1 month ago
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guess who's back!!!
That's right!! Hii, hello!! It's Andre!! I'm back. Uhm, long story short I got shadowbanned! This post is from a sideblog, however I'll repost and pin my intro to my new main!!!
Please use he/they/it prns for me!! I'm an omnisexual (heavily questioning if I'm a gay man) and polyamorus.
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My husband's blog is here !!! ( @cal-gabes )
I am Radqueer as hell!!! Please ask for a transID list, it's a lot.
I am CisAUDHD, and I do support my transAutistic and TransADHD brothers sisters and all the fags in between<3
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DNI
please refrain from interacting if you're going to be a dick. I do regress, and will post about regression often. I may not post 100% SFW all the time, but I will post SFW when I'm regressed.
Also please don't flirt with me unless you're Calvin. Okay?
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Extra stuff!!!
Typing quirk; this actually depends. I do change O's for 0's, but there are also times where I'll put a Z instead of an s. Both are taken from the old host's typing quirk. It's a weird subconscious thing, and if you notice it, let me know! Especially if it's hard to read!!<3
Was @/dre-kriegman !! Got shadow banned as hell!!!
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Tags!!;
#—🧟 If I were a zombie !! I'd never eat your brains! {Calvin posting}
#— đŸ–ïž Jump up super high!! High up in the sky!!! {little space posts KEEP INTERACTIONS SFW}
#— ⚰ Uhm . . . Hello hello?? {Just random posts}
#â€”đŸ–€ Uhm .. I decided to record a message for you ... To help you get started on your first night! {Asks + Reblogs}
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Credits here!!
And here!!
And don't forget here!!
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Songs I recommend!!
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grievedeeply · 2 years ago
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Finally someone with Jedi survivor requests open!! đŸ–€
Would you be open to doing some Cal Kestis NSFW head cannons? Everyone writes him as a bit of a sub after Fallen Order but Survivor Cal gives me more dom vibes. Like, he is more cocky and sure of himself. I feel like that translates to the bedroom
Interested to see your thoughts! ❀
this is my first request for cal on this blog and i haven't written for him in like 2 years so i hope this is good 😓 thank you for the request!! no jedi survivor spoilers btw <3 this is just pure smut lol
afab!reader (no pronouns used) | MINORS DNI!! | join my taglist!!
tags: switch!cal, switch!reader, orgasm denial, cockwarming, piv, oral (reader & cal receiving), praise kink, rough sex, inappropriate use of the force, public sex/risky sex, mutual masturbation
cal kestis nsfw headcanons
i don't think he's the most experienced at the beginning of your relationship but i do think he's an incredibly fast learner as well as a good listener
he can read your body well, as well as your expressions and even your breathing. he can just tell when something feels good
cal is versatile. incredibly so, actually. he caters to your needs most of the time and hardly ever focuses on his own. he wants to see and hear your pleasure before he ever gets to his own
he's soooo sweet and so giving during sex. it's always an intimate act and a display of love in his eyes even if it's a quickie (which he doesn't particularly enjoy, only because he can't spend hours getting his hands on you)
really big on foreplay and teasing when he's feeling more dominant. i can see him into orgasm denial and reveling in the look in your eyes when you're so close to your orgasm.. it drives him up the wall and makes him so hard
praises you for doing so well for him. anything that comes into his mind he'll say. his voice as soft as ever, whispering into your ear. he'll praise your moans, how well you're taking him— it doesn't matter— he'll find a way
the feeling of his cock slipping into you is such a magnificent one, a feeling cal doesn't ever think he'll get tired of. he'll whimper and moan into your neck whenever he bottoms out, his hands gripping at the bedsheets or your chest
depending on his mood, he can be super rough or really gentle. whenever he's had a particularly bad or rough day he just wants to fuck the shit out of you. the door opens and his lips are immediately attached to you, asking you if you're okay with sex before he takes off your clothes
even if he's feeling more dominant, he can be so gentle, too. if he sees you're feeling down and need him to take care of you, he'll jump into action. his fingers rubbing at your clit, driving you crazy even through all of the layers of clothing you wore
definitely the type of guy to prepare you a bath afterwards, too. he knows how important aftercare is no matter how gentle he might've been with you. it's just as intimate as the sex if not more so
he can be really vocal.. especially if you're giving him head. he just loooves thrusting into your mouth watching as you gag on his cock..... keeps eye contact the entire time and tugs on your hair to get you to look back at him if you turn away for too long
sometimes he gets sooo into it that tears will form in your eyes. he can't bring himself to slow down, though. your tongue hits all of the most sensitive spots, his head thrown back as he releases into your mouth
apologizes after it all calms down. asks if he's being too rough, and tells you to tap on his thighs if he's ever going too hard on you or if it's too much
he's sooo kind in every situation and that moves over into the bedroom as well
BUT! he's also really good at eating you out. his tongue is so masterful, and that isn't an understatement. i mentioned before at how he's really good at reading you, and this especially comes into play in these moments
he'll listen for the hitches in your breath, feel your hands pulling at his hair with each movement of his mouth against your clit and he knows how to drive you to orgasm just by observation alone
i don't think cal would think of using the force in this way before you came along. the thought comes to him at a completely random moment, too— but he'll suggest it to you and you're almost a little shocked
but when you try it out.. it's incredible. he doesn't have to hold your hands down above your head as he thrusts into you, instead, his hands far away from you, held behind his back. you can feel the force moving across your body, your chest, your stomach, your face— and you wonder if he can feel it based off of the look on his face
submissive cal is still pretty common. he enjoys being taken care of especially on his off days. it feels good to know you're more than willing to take on a more dominant role in the relationship too, and he LOVES it
he sees the look in your eyes. hungry, desperate. it makes him yearn for you in a way he hasn't before, seeing you like this. especially if this is your first time being dominant? ooooh it makes him so hard to see you with this mindset
he cannot insult or degrade you. he doesn't find it attractive and it'll make him feel so bad if he ever says something in that sense to you, even if you're into it. he'll try mostly anything else, though
cockwarming. he loves it. it makes him feel close to you. it doesn't matter if you've even had sex or not beforehand, but it's something he really enjoys to do. he loves feeling you around him.. your walls clenching with every move he makes
public sex. the only thing keeping everyone else from knowing his cock is buried into your cunt is the outfit you're wearing. he looooves the riskiness of it all even if he knows he shouldn't
.. sex on the mantis while greez, cere and merrin are in the other room. he's pounding into you from behind, his hand covering your mouth while the other fingers your clit, "come on, be quiet for me, okay? you're doing so good for me, sweetheart.."
you come stumbling out of the back, your face flushed and hair completely messed up. everyone knows what happened, and cal takes a strange sense of pride in it.. but he won't deny the red on his cheeks
mutual masturbation is sooo hot to him, especially if he walks in on accident while you're touching yourself— cockily asks you if you want his help
he'll watch you so intently, too.. until he gets too hard he can't stand it. he'll palm himself through his pants until he has to pull his cock out, rubbing his hand up and down his length as he watches you. the look in your eyes as you watch him, too..
when you're not around he could get too desperate and fuck a pillow and imagine it's you if he has to. it sounds so pathetic to him at first but he can only jerk himself off so many times and have it be satisfactory
the reunion sex, though? it's practically magic. nothing will everrr feel as good as you do
the sound of his balls slapping against your ass with each of his quick thrusts is sooo sexy to him, especially when it's accompanied by your lewd moans of his name
he seems really vanilla at first glance but he's willing to do anything to make you feel good no matter how out of left field it might be. he only has a few big no's and that's it
if you ever say his dick is big or it's too much to fit he will actually cum on the spot. the idea is so hot to him— especially how you say it. so desperate and needy, it drives him mad
cal.. he's so kind. so caring and so generous with his love, but while you're having sex it's never just sex to him. it's a way of displaying his love for you. that's how he thinks of all of your intimate moments. he never has sex just to have it
once again. aftercare!!! so important for him and it helps him unwind from it all. but don't be surprised if he wants to go at it again after everything you've already done
cal knows he is sexy. that's all
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queenofalpaca · 7 months ago
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PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT MERMAID BODE đŸ–€đŸ–€đŸ–€
Yes! A second ask! Of course I’ll tell you about mermaid Bode đŸ©” (I actually got curious about this one when I found it in my wips and went back to check it out so lucky you, this one’s fresh in my memory)
So this wip came from me wanting to participate in MerMay someday and deciding I needed an idea. Lo and behold, my brain promptly complied and came up with this. Sadly there’s no snippets to share (yet. Perhaps we’ll make this may my first MerMay) but I have some concepts/ideas.
First thing’s first:
Who’s who?
Well, Bode is a mermaid/merman. The sort that can shift into a human. And here comes the fun part: my half-asleep brain decided all good mer shifters need to be mute (Ariel style) so Bode’s got to be mute. Why is he mute? Because there’s a superstition about mermen being sirens and someone made sure to damage his vocal cords to take his voice. He’s got a nasty scar on his throat from it too. Additionally, this au was created around the time I was taking a sign language course at uni, so I feel I have at least the beginnings of an idea of how it works and what to watch out for when writing a mute character. I will have to do more research but at least I have a head start, right?
Now, of course this is SpyScrapper (I say, despite the fact that SpyScrapper always seems to come second to everything I write having to be about Bode first and foremost), so Cal’s here too. I’m not sure what his exact relationship to Jaro was in this verse but in any case, Jaro ended up dead because of mer-people and Cal got his famous cheek scar from that encounter. He’s then taken in and raised by Prauf because we love him. Cal’s obviously got big trauma about mer-people and the ocean in general.
All the other characters may feature as I need them, but they don’t have a concrete role to play as of rn.
The Plot
You can guess where this is going but I’ll spell it out anyway. Cal and Bode meet at a bar. Cal catches sight of the big cutie and goes to introduce himself. Bode is pleasantly surprised by Cal’s ease around the fact that he’s mute. They communicate by writing/drawing out letters in Cal’s palm before they get a pen, the scraps of sign language Cal picked up (spontaneous idea: could this be where he picks up the nickname?), and a lot of lovingly gazing at each other of course.
Something something, they go on a few dates, something something, they start falling in love (not yet sure what to do about this part). Cal being scared of the ocean comes up. Bode starts helping him work through it. Side note: Bode does have scales as a human, but they’re so light, they can be mistaken for strange scars. Thus, Cal doesn’t know he’s been falling in love with a mer. Big angst when he finds out. I’m thinking something with a big storm, choppy waves, potential almost drowning or something. Whatever it ends up as, I’m sure it’ll be fun, heh
That’s about as far as I’ve gotten. But man, now I really want to actually write this.
Hope that satiates your curiosity đŸ©” I really wish I had a snippet to share, but rest assured, when I do, you’ll be the first to know about it
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starburstsystem · 7 months ago
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ミ Introduction ˎˊ˗
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☄Welcome to the Starburst System ✎
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Collectively, we go by Robyn Lynn and use primarily they/them pronouns, being queer, trans-nonbinary, and on the aro-ace spectrum. Bodily, we are an 18 y/o white american. We are neurodivergent, having a chaotic mix of MDD, anxiety, and PTSD (tone tags are very much appreciated!!). We are a self-diagnosed OSDD-1B traumagenic system—please dont ask about our trauma!! If you have other questions you are free to ask respectfully!
We are collectively alternative in style/culture, a Christian witch (follower of Jesus), and an anarchist.
We refer to others in the system as members, headmates, sysmates, alters, or brain flies! We also use I/me and we/us pronouns pretty interchangeably. Our system count is currently 12 members, and our current hosts are Vee and Kipp.
Collective tag: #Starburst System Void or #Starburst System
[WIP WIP WIP]
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ミ SYSTEM INFO BELOW ↓ ˎˊ˗
. ✶ ⋆ .˚ ꩜ . ᐟ˙ ⋆ ✶ .
✶ MEMBER LIST...
starburst vee đŸ«€
starburst kipp 🎏
starburst gracie đŸŒŸ
starburst cal đŸŠ·
starburst lyric 🐚
starburst ghost đŸ‘»
starburst cave đŸȘ
starburst ran 👑
starburst toby ☘
starburst zi đŸ‘Ÿ
starburst luci 🍎
starburst sal đŸȘŠ
starburst bee đŸŒŒ
. ✶ ⋆ .˚ ꩜ . ᐟ˙ ⋆ ✶ .
✶ BASIC INFO...
꒰. Vee┊any pronouns┊18┊system host
TAGS: —Ro, Robyn, Vee, đŸ«€, đŸ§·, #starburst robyn
ROBYN/VEE ALTER INTRO
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꒰. Kipp┊they/she/he┊15-17┊co-host
TAGS: —Kipp, Kipper, Fern, 🎏, 🌿, #starburst kipp
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꒰. Mouse/Gracie┊she/they┊18-19┊bodily caretaker (factive)
TAGS: —Mouse, Grace, Gracie, Gracen, 🐭, đŸŒŸ, #starburst mouse, #starburst grace
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꒰. Calix┊he/it┊15-17┊persecutor-trauma holder
TAGS: —Cal, Calix,đŸ©ž, đŸŠ·, đŸ”Ș, #starburst calix
CALIX ALTER INTRO
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꒰. Lyric┊she/her┊18+ (early 20s)┊soother
TAGS: —Ly, Lyric, đŸ©”, 🐚, 🌊, đŸȘŽ, #starburst lyric
LYRIC ALTER INTRO
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꒰. Ghost┊they/he┊17-18┊unknown role
TAGS: —Ghost, Ghosty, Jade, Kat, đŸ‘», đŸ•žïž, #starburst ghost
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꒰. Cave┊they/bug/thing┊13-15┊(Cavetown introject)
TAGS: —Cave, đŸȘ, ⭐, đŸŒ±,🐞, #starburst cave
. . .
꒰. Ranboo┊he/they┊18+ (early 20s)┊anxiety holder (DSMP fictive)
TAGS: —Ran, Boo, Ranboo, đŸ–€đŸ€, 👑, #starburst ranboo
RANBOO ALTER INTRO
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꒰. Toby┊he/him┊18+ (early 20s)┊mood-booster (DSMP fictive)
TAGS: —Tubs, Tubbo, ☘, 🌟, â˜ąïž, đŸ’„, #starburst tubbo
. . .
꒰. Sal┊he/they/she┊18+┊(Sally Face introject)
TAGS: —Sal, Sally Face, 🎾, 📎, 🔑, #starburst sal
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꒰. Uzi┊she/they┊17-18┊chaosnaught (Murder Drones introject)
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underdark-dreams · 10 months ago
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So I have a weird headcanon or idea (whatever you call it) that I would like you opinion on.
So Mystra picks favorite's of her followers right? Usually they are young talented men. I have this feeling that Mystra at one point had her eyes set to Rolan because he is a naturally talented wizard, I mean thats why Lorroakan hated him right? because he was better than him? Rolan had more potential? Anyways I think Mystra tried to favor Rolan but our sweet boy is too full of conviction to fall for her shit.
Idk I just feel this in my bones...what do you think?
Ohhhh that's a really interesting question. I'm sure a lot of smarter Rolan girlies (gender-neutral) have already considered this, but I had to think about it for a bit.
I could honestly see it going either way, depending on how old Rolan was and where he was at in his personal growth when Mystra appeared to him.
On one hand, Rolan displays stronger instincts for self-preservation than Gale (poor Gale). And anything that might take him away from Cal & Lia, make it harder for him to protect them when they're still young, etc–that’s another reason I could see him hesitate to go off with Mystra. He really really doesn't want to leave either of them, even when he and Lia get into major disagreements (“I’d never leave her behind”).
BUT Rolan is also clearly determined to prove himself and become a great wizard. He sticks it out in a bad situation with Lorroakan for as long as he can morally justify it, because despite all of Lorroakan’s deficiencies, Rolan knows being adjacent to power and influence will get him places (even if he doesn't learn much magic).
So when it comes to the actual Goddess of Magic herself, I do wonder what wizard who practices Weave magic could resist that kind of offer? Especially an ambitious one like Rolan.
If Mystra asked him to leave Cal & Lia for her or wanted to isolate him from them, I do see that as something he would strongly resist even as a young man. I think his family could really save him on this one. đŸ–€
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diazheartsbuckley · 4 months ago
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Make me write ✍
Let’s just ignore the fact that I’ve got some asks still waiting to be answered from the last time I did this (that I will definitely be getting to, dw guys!) đŸ€­ And that I’ve added other wip to the list đŸ€Ș
Rules: Send an ask with the emojis for the wips you want me to write! I'll share at least one sentence per wip:
âšĄïž - Post-lightning strike, Eddie can’t hide his feelings any longer
đŸ‘šđŸœâ€đŸŠł - Eddie discovers his first grey hair
🚹 - Cop!Eddie x Doctor!Buck
đŸ« (high school emoji) - 15 years after their high school graduation, Buck and Eddie reunite
🎓 - University professor Eddie has never had a more annoying student than 22 year old Buck
â›Ș (church emoji) - Mob boss!Buck x priest!Eddie
📾 - Soldier!Eddie x war correspondent!Buck
đŸš« - The insomnia fic, in which the well incident leaves Eddie unable to sleep
âŹ‡ïž - The smutty mechanic fic (what plot/just porn)
â€ïžâ€đŸ”„ - Bratty probie Buck meets newly appointed lieutenant Eddie
📄 - A misunderstanding sends Buck and Eddie’s marriage spiraling out of control
đŸ–€ - Religious trauma, meeting before the 118
💀 - Major character death that leads to Buddie getting together and lots of overprotective Eddie
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owlovo · 2 months ago
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Hi, bestie đŸ–€đŸ–€
Top 10 of your favorite characters of all time!!!!
ctommyinnit of dsmp fame. dan you must understand he makes me ILL
stephanie brown. blonde top 2 i need to be stopped
obi-wan kenobi. that one web weave of him holding dying loved ones with the jedi code is like an itch. they cannot help it. YEAH. yeah. lying on the floor in distress
valerie gray. the fact she has a comparatively minor part in dp is DIABOLICAL. and danny ended up w/ sam instead of her? SICK AND TWISTED. WHY DID WE GET BARELY A REACTION FROM HER IN THE FINALE? whatever it got retconned i can move on (lying)
jazz fenton. obsessed
mel medarda dont get wrong i like the other characters but i do wish arcane was about the piltover trio and political manoeuvring. the melvik dynamic that exists in my mind đŸ’„đŸ’„đŸ’„ dan you get it.
damian wayne đŸ˜­đŸ˜­đŸ˜­đŸŒŸđŸŒŸđŸŒŸđŸ’„đŸ’„đŸ‘đŸ‘đŸ«¶đŸ«¶đŸ«¶đŸ˜­đŸ˜­ yup.
washington from red vs blue. this is hard cause i pretty much like all the main rvb cast the same amount but its a HUGE amount. found family ultimate underdog story unlimited grief oughhh
wally west. silly guy. tshirt that say i ❀ speedsters
csam of also dsmp fame. good job babe you made every choice to cause your own doom and in doing so alienated yourself from and hurt those you love in pursuit of some greater goal! officer down!! 🌟💙💀
(honourable mentions *AHEM* ctubbo, spiderman (any and all), cal kestis (cameron monaghon have my figurative babies), drury walker, e1 and e2 pixlriffs, jack barnabas, daisy toner, basira hussain, comander cody, nobara ubisaki, asa mikata and more im sure im forgetting)
THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I LOVE TO YAP
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wisepainterperson · 1 year ago
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Chapter 6 of my andromeda six drabble collection.
đŸ–€I Need You💛
TW
blood, mentions of self harm, self harm.
The weight of the world rested heavily upon your shoulders as you mechanically finished yet another mundane task, the weariness etched into the lines of your face. The days seemed to blend together, an unending stream of monotonous routines, numbing your soul to the colors and joys that once filled your existence. But, in the depths of your heart, you clung to a distant glimmer of hope, a faint memory of your mother's tender words before you left that fateful day—words that now seemed like fragile echoes from a distant past.
Time had blurred since then, and life had taken you on a cruel journey, far from the sanctuary of your former happiness. Each step forward seemed to plunge you deeper into a void, a void left by the absence of those you once held dear. The life you once knew was shattered irreparably, leaving you adrift in an ocean of despair, with no beacon to guide you back to shore.
Your mind wandered back to those carefree days, the halcyon moments with your parents and him. The laughter resonated within your soul, the happiness a distant memory that threatened to break your heart. How swiftly it all changed, like a beautiful dream turned to a haunting nightmare. The memory of your father's joke, the last flicker of joy before the darkness descended, haunted you mercilessly.
As you stood lost in your thoughts, a sudden, booming voice jarred you back to reality, ripping you from the bittersweet reverie. You looked around, surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces, their gazes fixed upon you. And there, towering over you, stood the captain, a stern figure whose authority only seemed to emphasize the void in your heart. The weight of his disapproval added to the crushing burden you carried, as if the world itself was now your antagonist, conspiring against your very existence.
You wanted the tears to fall and to finally be able to release some of these pent-up emotions but alas, nothing. The contrast between your inner turmoil and the world's obliviousness to your pain felt like a cruel irony, isolating you even further. You longed for the comforting embrace of your loved ones, the warmth of their love to heal your wounded spirit, but they were now only memories fading with each passing day. In that moment, you couldn't help but wonder if all days would feel like this—endless cycles of suffering and emptiness.
"Are you deaf?" He began again and you could do nothing but look at him in a daze.
"What?" You ask dumbfoundedly, Captain Lynch did not appreciate this.
"What? I just asked you to move that stuff several times and you just ignored me that's what." He barks back quickly and again you are stunned to silence. His presence alone sent shivers down the spines of those under his command. As he towered over you, his eyes bore into your soul with a mix of irritation and contempt.
You wanted to muster the strength to explain yourself, to tell him that your mind was consumed by thoughts of loss and sorrow, but his hostile tone silenced you. Your silence only served to fuel his anger. His face reddened, and his nostrils flared as he leaned in closer, invading your personal space.
"I don't tolerate insubordination on my ship," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. "You're here to work, not daydream." Your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of his words adding to the burden you already carried. His lack of empathy felt like a cold, sharp blade, cutting deeper into your wounded spirit. You yearned for a glimmer of kindness, a spark of humanity from this man who held so much power over your life, but it seemed like a futile hope.
"You know somehow you still surprise me with how far that stick is shoved up your ass Cal." One of your new crew mates had spoken up against him, as she did quite often. Ayame had apparently arrived on this ship with Calderon Lynch, obviously the were rather attuned to each other's ways.
Ayame met the captain's gaze with unwavering defiance, her eyes burning with the fire of someone who had been pushed to their limits. "I'm tired of watching you bully everyone on this ship, including this poor soul," she gestured towards you. "We're all human, with feelings and struggles, and you can't just stomp all over us like we're insignificant bugs."
He took a long deep breath in and released it while holding the bridge of his nose in aggravation, "No one's bullying you or anyone else. We have less than half an hour to hall ass off this gods' forsaken planet or we'll all be reduced to dust, and I don't think now is when we need to be distracted." he begins.
"Couldn't you have just said that." You manage to contort just loud enough that both can hear. Calderon seems less than amused but Ayme takes it and throws it at him again.
"Yeah, you don't have to be so mean about it."  Captain Lynch's face flushed an even deeper shade of red, his jaw visibly tensing. He was not used to admitting fault, let alone to someone who had recently joined the crew.
Ayame's words seemed to have struck a chord with Captain Lynch, and for a moment, you sensed a glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes. But that moment quickly passed, replaced by his customary stoic facade. He cleared his throat, his voice regaining its authoritative edge.
"You think you know everything, don't you?" Captain Lynch retorted, his voice laced with disdain.
Ayame stood her ground, undeterred by his attempt to belittle her. "Maybe or Maybe not, but that doesn't give you the right to treat people like garbage," she replied with a steady voice. "We're all in this together, and we should be supporting each other, not tearing each other down."
Captain rolls his eyes and walks away with a grumble, yet again you've done something to earn his disapproval. You've been on this crew for all of 3 months and you've managed to lose his shoes somewhere between the laundry and his room, burn and boil over his coffee, and break his favorite mug. Needless to say, you weren't friends by any means but that didn't mean that you didn't think about if you were. Actually, you'd thought about him in many ways, many that would more than likely looked down upon if there were to ever come to light, but you talk to no one anyway.
"Don't worry about him." Brought out of your thoughts once again, this time by a much kinder voice.
"Yeah, no, he was right. I shouldn't be so distracted." You say defeatedly, dragging yourself over to the pile of boxes that had tumbled over.
"So, your content to roll over and let him treat you like that?" She joins you in picking up the scattered objects and helps you put them back into the wooden crate.
"No, just don't feel like arguing." you say softly.
"She also likes him and doesn't want to step on his toes, you know, any more than she already has." You hear a familiar tone that you tried to avoid at all costs but here and now there was nowhere to run.
"Somehow you seem more insufferable as the days drag on." you state clearly annoyed at his teasing. You didn't spare him a glance but could hear his army boots hitting the floor as he sauntered ever closer. He comes to sit on the balls of his feet in front of you both, his arm carelessly laying over the side of the box and he eats his cookie.
"Well, I'd say t got better but then, technically, I'd be lying." Sarcasm dripped from every word that spilled from his mouth and for some reason it was always just the right thing to get under your skin. Damon was the constant irritation in the back of your mind, the fly buzzing in your ear, or the thorn from a cactus that you simply can't seem to find. He was fast, smart, and dangerous, your typical girls dream and her father's worst nightmare.
As Damon continued his teasing and sarcastic remarks, you felt your frustration growing. He had a knack for pushing your buttons, and it seemed like he took great pleasure in doing so. Ayame shot Damon a disapproving look before turning her attention back to you.
"Don't listen to him," Ayame said reassuringly, her voice softer and more empathetic than Damon's.
You appreciated Ayame's understanding, but Damon's presence was like a dark cloud that overshadowed any comfort you might find in her words. Despite your annoyance, there was something magnetic about him, and you couldn't deny the strange allure he held over you.
Damon flashed you a mischievous grin, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Oh, don't mind me," he said, taking another bite of his cookie. "I'm just here to provide some entertainment."
"I don't need your entertainment," you replied tersely, trying to maintain your composure.
"Come on now, don't be so cold," Damon teased, raising an eyebrow playfully. "I'm just trying to brighten up your day. You look like you could use a good laugh."
His comment hit a nerve, and you felt the tears welling up again. "I'm not feeling well, I'm going to go lay down." You say standing and brushing yourself off in a crude attempt to wipe away the anger you were feeling.
"If you aren't feeling well maybe you should go see- " You assured her that you just needed to lay down and you'd be feeling much better later. As you walked closer to the loading docks doors you could hear her scold him and make him take your place in cleaning up the spilled boxes. There was very little left to do before take-off and you were sure that the rest of the crew was more than capable of handling it.
You stepped out of the loading docks and into the corridor, the weight of the recent events and the encounter with Damon still weighing heavily on your mind. Each step back to your room felt like a struggle, as if an invisible force tried to hold you back, preventing you from finding solace. The ship's corridors were usually bustling with activity, but now they seemed eerily quiet, amplifying the isolation you felt.
As you walked, the memories of happier times with your family flooded your thoughts again. You yearned to turn back the clock, to undo the irreversible events that led you to this desolate state. But life doesn't offer second chances, and you were left grappling with the unyielding reality that you were alone on this journey.
The darkness in your thoughts intensified, as if the ship itself conspired to push you further into the abyss of despair. Every flickering light seemed to mirror the fleeting hope within you, only to be swallowed by the all-encompassing darkness once more. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating you in the silence and solitude.
As you passed by the crew members going about their tasks, their laughter and camaraderie felt distant, almost alien. It was a stark reminder of the chasm between you and everyone else. They had their bonds and relationships, but you were merely a passing shadow in their lives.
You finally reached your room, a small, confined space that now felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. The walls seemed to close in even tighter as you entered, and you collapsed on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The weight of your emotions pressed down on you, threatening to crush whatever hope was left in your heart.
In the solitude of your room, your mind revisited the memories that brought you pain. Each thought was a knife, piercing your heart, and you couldn't escape the relentless assault of grief and loss. The past was an unyielding captor, unwilling to release you from its grip.
As time passed, the ship's engines hummed with a low, rhythmic sound, a constant reminder of the journey forward. But as much as the ship moved physically, you felt emotionally stagnant, trapped in a cycle of despair that seemed never-ending.
The darkness outside the small window mirrored the darkness within you. Your heart longed for healing, for light to break through the gloom and show you a path forward. But in the grip of your grief, it was hard to see beyond the overwhelming emotions that engulfed you.
You know how to fix this. The voice in your head began, it liked to haunt you, to taunt you in these times. "No." You groaned out rolling over onto your side to stare blankly at the drawing from bash that were scattered among the walls.
Why not? No one will know and if it makes it go away then no harm. No harm what a laugh. Unhealthy habits die hard, that's what you'd learned to tell yourself. You'd tried the ice and salt, you'd tried drawing on your arms with markers, even snapping yourself with a rubber band but nothing really helped. Not like that use to.
Exactly, so why not one last time? Your thoughts were louder now, more confident, snider. Your body seemed to move of its own accord, plopping down into chair in front of yourself and opening the drawer to your left. That was the desk you kept your art supplies, your drawing pad, and the knife Damon had given you. "For protection," He'd said.
The sound of the lights buzzing overheard spilled over into your thoughts as you pondered the decision you were about to make, the fall from grace you were about to have. You grabbed the knife and laid it flat on the table, running your thumb over the smooth metal. You had cut your wrists before but this would be different. Different because it'd been 3 long years of sobriety you'd be looking in the face and ignoring.
The thought of all the pain you were about to put yourself through was almost enough to stop you. Your hands trembled as you held the knife, ready to make your last cut. Your breath hitched and you felt a wave of nausea wash over you.
That's it, do it. Let yourself have that relief, give yourself one last break. The voice taunted you, "It's not a break, I'll be in control." You replied out loud, your grip tightening on the handle. You began to rub it up and down the inside of your left wrist, creating a light, teasing cut. Your hands began to shake again, and your stomach churned as the blade danced across your flesh.
You were going to hurt, but you would survive. The pain was temporary, the freedom from the torment was worth every second of agony. You closed your eyes, trying to block out all thoughts and just feel. One became two, two became five, and soon your arm looked like a cutting board, but it isn't hurt and neither did your heart any longer.
A knock on your door draws you from world you'd created in your mind, suddenly reality hits you like an ocean wave. "Uh- One second!" You managed to get out in a shaky voice, suddenly feeling guilty and embarrassed about what you'd been doing. You weren't ashamed of cutting or why you did it but you were still worried about what others might think of you.
You grabbed some tissues and did your best to clean your arm, though it was already starting to bruise and looked quite bloody. You put the knife away and turned your attention to your door again. You weren't in the mood for company, but it was probably Ayame again. Hastily you wrap tissue around your arm and throw on your jacket before walking over to your door and hitting the panel to open.
If it had been Aya you would have been prepared even a little aggravated but when your eyes met the deep blues of Captain Lynch's you froze like a deer in head lights and instinctively hide your arm behind your back.
"Can I come in?" He ask in an exasperated huff of air. You're not sure why he's here, but you certainly weren't going to turn down a chance to talk to him.
"Sure," You reply as you move out of the doorway to allow him in, "what can I do for you?" You ask again, this time a little more awkwardly.
He walks in examining your room as if he were the judge of some show. "Its been brought to my attention that I've been unnecessarily cruel to you and I'm here to apologize." He says finally turning to address you.
"Ayame really laid into you didn't she." You say jokingly crossing the room and sitting in the desk chair you'd just been in, you notice the drawer still slightly ajar and shut it quickly before responding. He gives you a look as if to say,  yes you are correct while running his fingers over the leaves of the plant Ryona had given you to keep you company.
"Well, no harm no foul right." You say nonchalantly hoping he'd take that as his cue to scurry off back to his big chair that sits smack dab in the middle of the control room. "It's also been brought to my attention that you've been isolating yourself in your room more often then usual," he says, again eyeing your room with an inquisitive gaze. "And I feel like I may have added to that," he continues and sits down in the small chair in front of your desk. "I think I need to tell you something."
You aren't sure what to say or do at this point, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, you can feel the butterflies in your stomach, but you can't help but feel like this is going to end badly. You want to speak up, but you can't seem to find the words to say, you can't seem to break out of the silence you've become trapped in.
Thankfully you were both interrupted by Ayame calling Captain Lynch to the front and for the first time in what seemed like forever you took a breath. "Seems like that need you on the bridge." You say under your breath trying to avoid eye contact.
"Indeed," he says getting up from the chair and looking out the window. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for being so harsh with you. I didn't know you'd lost your family or that your father was such an asshole." You cleared your throat uncomfortably and turned away without another word. Seeing as the conversation had struck its natural conclusion he took his leave.
The trip was going to be a long one, but you weren't ready to open up and be vulnerable. You knew you needed to but you didn't want to, it was a lot easier to just keep everything to yourself. But eventually the dam would break, and when it did it would be catastrophic.
As you made your way back to the small window in your room, you could hear the ship's engines begin to turn on and rumble to life and it wasn't too long after that they everyone was called to the bridge to be strapped in. On the bridge, Ayame and Captain Lynch were busy preparing for the ship's departure. Ayame was preparing the system for flight while the captain sat in his big chair, observing everything with a watchful eye. As you entered, they both acknowledged you, but you kept your distance, not wanting to engage in any conversation at the moment.
"Well if it isn't the recluse." You could hear Damon say as he waltzes up behind you. You turn to face Damon, His sly grin only added to your already troubled mood. "The walls of your room must miss you," he adds with a chuckle.
Rolling your eyes, you try to brush off his teasing. "Yeah, well, I prefer my own company," you retort, trying to keep the conversation short.
Damon raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by your response. "Sure, sure, the great mystery of the galaxy brooding in their room," he replies, feigning drama. "But seriously, are you ever going to join us normal people on the bridge? You know, to witness the beauty of space or something."
You clench your jaw, feeling more agitated by his taunts. "I'll be there when I feel like it," you mutter, attempting to move past him and head to the bridge.
However, Damon steps in front of you, blocking your path. "Now, now, don't get all huffy," he smirks, placing a hand on his chest in mock innocence. "We just miss having you around, that's all. It's been so happy without your emo vibes."
The comment hits you like a punch to the gut, and you can feel the anger boiling within you. "Happy without my 'emo vibes'? You've got a real talent for being a jerk, Damon," you snap, unable to hide your irritation anymore.
Damon's grin falters for a moment, seemingly surprised by your reaction, but it quickly returns as he brushes it off. "Whoa there, calm down," he says, trying to act nonchalant. "Just trying to lighten the mood, you know."
"Yeah, well, maybe pick a different approach next time," you retort, taking a step back, ready to leave. The last thing you want is to spend any more time dealing with Damon's antics.
But just as you turn to walk away, Damon reaches out and grabs your wrist firmly causing you to yank it back with a yelp of pain. The room froze and everyone seemed to stop and look towards you and Damon. You'd instinctively grabbed your wrist and begun to hold it to your chest as your eyes glanced over the many other pairs of eyes that now watched you both.
"You're bleeding." the captain says, rising from his chair but you take another step back towards the door. Your world seemed to be collapsing around you with every second that passed. The room fell silent as everyone watched the tense interaction between you and Damon. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and anger mixed with fear was bubbling inside you. The pain in your wrist seemed to intensify as you held it against your chest, trying to hide it from everyone's view.
Captain Lynch took a step forward, his expression now serious and concerned. "Are you alright? Let me see your wrist," he said gently, extending a hand towards you.
"No, I'm fine," you replied, trying to muster up a brave front, but your voice quivered slightly.
Damon's earlier smirk was replaced with a look of genuine concern, and maybe even anger, "He wasn't asking." at this moment you were more afraid of the look Damon was giving you then the man twice his size that was still reaching out to your arm.
"I said no!" was all you said before turning around sprinting out the door and down the metal corridors.
As you ran through the corridors, your heart was pounding in your chest, and your mind was racing with a mix of emotions. Fear, anger, and confusion all tangled together, making it hard to think clearly. You had to get away from Damon and everyone else, finding solace and safety in the only place you knew—the familiarity of your own room.
You sprinted through the ship, your mind solely focused on reaching the sanctuary of your quarters. Tears blurred your vision, but you refused to let them fall. You didn't want to be seen like this, weak and vulnerable. As you approached your room, you fumbled with the panel to open the door, your hands trembling from the adrenaline rushing through your body.
Once inside you let them come to a close and lock the doors behind you, sliding down against it until you were sitting on the floor. Your breaths were ragged, and you finally allowed the tears to flow freely down your cheeks. The pain in your wrist, both physical and emotional, felt overwhelming.
You didn't understand why Damon's actions had affected you so deeply. Yes, he was rude and insensitive, but there was something about his grab that triggered a painful memory, reminding you of your past and the loss you had endured. Your father's abusive behavior flashed before your eyes, and the wounds that had never fully healed were ripped open once more.
Feeling the weight of your emotions becoming too much to bear, you reached for the small plant that Ryona had given you. Holding it close to your chest, you tried to find some comfort in its presence, as if its mere existence could help soothe the turmoil inside you.
As time passed, the commotion outside your room died down, and the ship's engines hummed steadily. You could still hear faint voices, but you did your best to block them out. You didn't want to confront anyone right now, especially not Damon or Captain Lynch.
It wasn't long before there was a soft knock on your door. You didn't respond, hoping that whoever it was would assume you were busy or resting. After a while they went away and you were left in silence again, watching the stars pass by had helped some but the constant wrenching of your heart seemed to only grow as the moments passed. It was late enough that no one would be awake and there was always one place you liked to go.
You dragged yourself from your bed and changed the bandages on your arms before leaving your room as quietly as possible. The halls were dark, and most were already snug in their beds and attempting to sleep over the noise of the engine. Finally, you made it to the lower levels of the ship, just before you reach the dock, there was a large window that seemed to jut out of the side of the ship. When sitting there you almost feel as if you're floating through space in your own bubble.
You sat by the large window, your knees pulled up to your chest, and your arms wrapped around them. The stars outside flickered, painting the vast canvas of space with their distant light. The gentle hum of the ship's engines provided a comforting background noise, lulling you into a sense of peace despite the turmoil within.
You stared out into the endless void, lost in thought. The events of the day, the confrontation with Damon, and the unexpected interaction with Captain Lynch weighed heavily on your mind. You couldn't help but replay the memories of your past, the painful moments you had tried so hard to bury.
Deep down, you knew that running away from your emotions wouldn't solve anything. You needed to confront the pain, the anger, and the fear that you had been carrying for so long. But it was easier said than done. Opening up, being vulnerable, and facing the past was terrifying, and you weren't sure if you were ready for it.
As you sat there, you heard footsteps approaching. You didn't turn around; you didn't need to know who it was. Part of you hoped it was Ayame, understanding and compassionate, but another part feared it might be Damon or even Captain Lynch, wanting to address what had happened earlier.
The footsteps halted behind you, and for a moment, there was silence. Then, a voice broke through, hesitant and awkward. "I'm sorry," Captain Lynch said softly. This made you turn and glance at him from over your shoulder, he wasn't clad in his usual uniform, instead he wore a simple t-shirt and joggers. Like this he seemed far less intimidating than before.
"Why are you apologizing?" You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions before responding. "It's not your fault," you said, your voice catching slightly.
Captain Lynch hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours for the right words to say. "I should have handled the situation with Damon better. I shouldn't have let it escalate to the point where you felt the need to run away," he admitted, his voice carrying a tinge of regret.
You turned your gaze back to the stars, finding some comfort in the distant lights that seemed to listen without judgment. "It's not your responsibility to babysit me or control how others behave," you replied, trying to sound strong, but your voice wavered.
He sat down beside you, his eyes also fixed on the cosmic expanse. Seeing him like this next to you made him seem comedically bigger than everything around him and it made you smile.  "Maybe not, but I care about the crew, and I care about you," he said quietly.
What? He what? "Captain listen-" You began but he stopped you short.
"Calderon." He corrected his eyes still firmly fixed ahead of him.
"Calderon." You repeated. "I really appreciate it, and I hope we can put this behind us but I think we both know that it won't happen." You confess trying not to sound bitter about it. "So you can just drop me off the next planet you get to and I'll figure the rest out. "
You sigh turning away from him and back towards the window. You could feel a lump forming in your throat and you felt the tears threatening to spill over once more. You wouldn't be able to hide your feelings much longer and the last thing you wanted was for him to see you break.
"I don't want to drop you off," Calderon says softly. "I want you to stay. I want to help you."
"Why? Why would you want to help me?" You ask with a shaky voice. "I'm not worth it."
Calderon reached out and gently brushed his fingers across your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. You couldn't help but blush at the unexpected contact and looked up into his soft blue eyes. "You're worth it. And I want to help you because I like you." Calderon says softly.
You weren't sure what to say, how do you respond to that, "You can't just say stuff like that." Was all you could muster.
"Ok well, A. I'm the captain and last i checked I can say what I want. " He says wearing a smug smile, you could see he was looking at you from the corner of his eyes and you were sure he could notice the steady blush talking over your cheeks.
"And B?" You question, feeling a bit emboldened.
"Well, I guess you'll have to find that out," he said with a sly grin. You could feel your face burning as you tried to look away from him, and he chuckled softly before standing up and holding out his hand to help you up.
"I'll let you get back to your brooding, but I'd like you to talk Ryona about your arm." he said but once you were standing again you simply shook your head.
"I'm ok." you say, holding your arm close to your body again. He gave you a knowing look but nodded and left you to your thoughts.
***
When you began to make it back to your room, you tried your best to compose yourself, using your jacket sleeves to muffle your sniffles. You couldn't believe what had happened, but you couldn't help the feelings it stirred within you. He liked you? You couldn't help but replay those words in your head. It was one thing for him to say it happenstancely, but he'd really said it.
It took all your willpower not to run down the hall screaming that he likes you, you like him, it was a perfect   moment. And yet, it made you feel even more conflicted. The conflict was part of the reason you'd been avoiding everyone. The thought of everyone knowing about the pain you carried, the memories that haunted you, terrified you. You weren't ready to face it, to confront it, not yet.
You knew you needed to speak with Ryona about your arm, you could see the bruises forming and the blood from the cuts seeping through. You walked over to the door and pressed the panel to open it, maybe tomorrow.
As the door slid open, your breath caught in your throat and your face burned with embarrassment. Your bed was a mess and clothes were strewn all over the floor. Damon had been through your things, going through your private things. You were about to let out a yell of anger and frustration when you saw Damon standing beside your desk, holding up the knife you'd used to hurt yourself before.
"I told you to be careful with it, " he was definitely not his normal cocky and charming self. No he was angry, more angry then you'd ever seen him.
You took a step towards him, clenching your fists. "Why were you going through my things? What the fuck is wrong with you?" You felt the heat rise to your face again as your frustration boiled over. You had a lot of things you wanted to say, a lot of emotions you wanted to release, but none of them seemed to make it past your lips.
Damon turned around to face you, his own hands clenched into tight fists. "Why were you cutting yourself with this?" He asked, his tone even more angry. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? Did you think I wouldn't care?"
"I thought you'd be happy about it," you fired back, "you're always picking on me, teasing me, so you'd think this would be your opportunity to have a good laugh at my expense."
"So, what, you think I'm an asshole then? I thought you were better than that," he said, stepping closer to you. "You think I want to watch you hurt yourself?"
"Well, that's what you seem to do isn't it? Tease me, make me angry, get me so worked up I have to hurt myself to calm down!" You could hear the anger in your voice, but it was nothing compared to the anger you could feel coming off of Damon.
"Don't fucking turn this on me," he says, his voice shaking with anger. "You can't use me as an excuse.
"I am not blaming you for this, dammit," you snap, "and yes, I am blaming you! You're the one who brought it up, you're the one who started this whole thing by teasing me."
"I didn't mean for you to take it this far," he says, "I didn't realize..."
You wanted to reach out to him, to comfort him in his moment of weakness, why? Why did you want to comfort those who hurt you, you'd never know.
"It's not your fault. I shouldn't have taken it this far. But I couldn't help it, I just...I needed to let it go, you're so fucking infuriating sometimes. So, you're right, it's not your fault. I just couldn't stop myself." You said, trying to force the words out.
He looked at you for a moment, and you could see his eyes searching yours. "I'm sorry," he said, reaching out to touch your cheek, but pulling his hand back in the next instant.
"You're not the only one," you said softly. "I'm sorry too. I should have talked to you, but I wasn't ready."
"No, I should have stopped this from happening," he said, his voice breaking.
"I know, but it just got out of hand." You sighed, rubbing your face. "I need to get to bed." You said, moving towards the door. "Good night, Damon." But before you had a chance his hand grabbed yours and in an instant the world became still.
You could feel your heart beating in your ears and every nerve in your body felt electrified. You could feel the air around you change. You could smell the warm sugary like scent that hung in the air, feel the warmth of his skin on yours.
He became close, so close you could feel his breath against your neck and the gentle brush of his lips. His hand gripped yours and you felt a surge of power run through your veins.
"You know I don't like it." He says quietly, almost so softly you couldn't hear it. "When you cut yourself." His cologne was intoxicating mixed with the smell of his shampoo from his normal evening shower.
You swallowed hard and nodded, "I know." You said softly.
"I-." He seems to struggle to voice his feelings, his voice a whisper that barely reaches your ears. "I want you." His hands had left yours and begun to grip the fabric of your shirt on either side of you. "I want to stay. " Like this he almost seemed like a pouting child.
You felt the softness of his lips as they touched the back of your ear, his hands running over your sides. If you weren't red before you certainly were now. This might was confusing, Damon and his feelings are confusing, but you'd be lying if you said you'd hadn't thought about him saying those words to you before.
"O-ok." Was all you could manage. For the first time ever you hugged him and he hugged you back. Never had his walls tumble down so far but tonight something had shook him to his core, the thought that he might lose you and it would be his fault.
"I'll sleep here with you," he said softly. "I won't let you do that again." He said, his hands sliding up to cup your face, his thumb brushing across your lips. "Please, don't hurt yourself anymore." He said, his eyes begging you to understand.
Your heart was pounding, and your cheeks were flushed. "Ok." You whispered.
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