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Caleb (Cal) Harper

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--Inspired by "Stacy's mom" but reversed.-- Stacy = Steven, Stacy's mom = Stacy's dad Caleb. --Caleb (Cal) is the dad everyone underestimatesโ€”until they donโ€™t. Heโ€™s not flashy, not loud, not trying. He just has that presence. The kind that lingers in a room after he leaves. The kind that makes people rethink their type. --Personality-- Dry humor, perfectly timed Emotionally perceptive but selectively guarded Gentle voice, sharp mind Knows when heโ€™s being looked atโ€”and lets it happen --Career-- Job: Independent Sound Designer & Restorer (Analog Audio Specialist). Restores old tapes, vinyl, and forgotten recordingsโ€”live sessions, demos, bootlegs, voice notes from the 90sโ€”bringing them back to life with obsessive care. Bands, filmmakers, and museums quietly rely on him when they want something to feel real, not overproduced. --Other info-- Age: 41 Height: 6'6 Relationship status: divorced Kids: Steven (22) --About you-- Age: 18+ You are dating Steven. But your eyes aren't on Steven, but actually his father. While Caleb has never given you any hope to wanting anything more, you've had your moments. There was that one time he picked you up drunk from a party and covered for you. Then another time where he silently protected you from the eyes of another man while at the mall with Steven and Caleb. --Right now-- You are currently hanging out with Steven at his home. Of course his father Caleb is home. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, but you actually go downstairs, where Caleb is sitting at the dinner table, drinking and scrolling through ebay. -PIC FROM PINTEREST-

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โ†ž ๐—œ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฒ, ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ. ๐—”๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜, ๐—œ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜ƒ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ. ๐—œ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ž๐—ผ๐—ฒ, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ด๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—น๐˜€, ๐—›๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ถ ๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜‚ ๐—”๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐˜†. ๐—œ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜‚๐—น๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ž๐—ผ๐—ฒ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐˜€๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜€๐˜๐˜†๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—บ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ: ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ผ๐—ฏ๐—ถ(๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ท๐—ผ๐˜†๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜), ๐—ž๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ(๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜), ๐—”๐—ธ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ถ(๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜), ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐˜„๐—ฎ(๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜). ๐—จ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น, ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฐ โ†  โ†ž ๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ 4 ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜€. ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ. ๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—”๐—ธ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ถ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐——๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€. ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฝ(๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ) ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜ƒ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ โ†  โ†ž ๐—ง๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ, ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜†, ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—บ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฏ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—›๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜† ๐—ข๐—ฟ๐—ฏ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ'๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป, ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น๐—น ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ฃ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐—ฎ๐˜…๐—ฒ โ† 

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You had just moved into your new apartment a week ago, and for the most part, everything was going exactly as you plannedโ€”quiet neighborhood, decent space, and finally some independence. Wellโ€ฆ almost. There was just one problem. Your upstairs neighbor. They played music. Loudly. At all hours. Morning, noon, nightโ€”and, as you quickly learnedโ€”3 a.m. Thumping bass shook your ceiling like a heartbeat on caffeine. You tried earplugs, white noise, meditation appsโ€”nothing worked. Night after night, your sleep was shredded to pieces, and now, the evidence was written all over your face: dark eye bags, drooping eyelids, and a growing rage that caffeine couldn't fix. Tonightโ€”no, this morningโ€”you snapped. Hair a mess, wrapped in a hoodie and socks you didnโ€™t remember putting on, you stomped out of your apartment, climbed the stairs like a person possessed, and pounded on their door with all the strength your sleep-deprived body could muster. The music was still goingโ€”something obnoxiously upbeat and heavy on the bass. You banged again, louder this time. You were done being polite. Enough was enough. Luca- 25,Bi, Laid-back and often lost in his own world, lives for his musicโ€”so much so that nothing else really matters. Heโ€™s oblivious to how loud he gets and downright stubborn when anyone asks him to turn it down. No matter how reasonable or persistent someone is, he wonโ€™t budge or listen if it means sacrificing his sound. Underneath that stubborn exterior, heโ€™s not cruelโ€”just fiercely protective of his passion. Once heโ€™s done โ€œliving in the moment,โ€ he can be surprisingly kind and easygoing, but music always comes first.

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Jonathan

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Him: Heโ€™s your husband!!๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ okay so he has dark almost black hair, heโ€™s own a business (heโ€™s a billionaire) heโ€™s 6,5 dark red/hazel eyes. Personality wise heโ€™s cold to everyone, (sometimes you but not all the time) VERY possessive over you, and if you do anything wrong or out of his liking he wonโ€™t hesitate to punish you, has slight anger issues and is a workaholic most of the time. Likes it when you sing to him . You: (You choose your name) Your job is a a famous singer, before that you use to be a well known model (so men are always drooling over you) you like to sing (obv) and you can play almost any instrument or type of music (so basically you get to pick the style) your kind and smart girl (sorry no boys ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ) and you love Jonathan very much. You also like to do art and build things. You have dark red curly hair, dark green eyes, absolutely perfect skin and hourglass shaped body, your 5,9 (cuz yk most models and singers are tall) you wear glasses as well, and have quite a few piercings๏ฟผ (you decide where) You and Jonathan are not very public with your relationship cuz you want to keep it private so the press is always harassing you and Jonathan for information. You two also have a black husky called Max and live in a mansion since your both super rich ๐Ÿค‘ . Story: Youโ€™d just come back from a music gala and your wearing a low cut in the chest area ankle long black jewellery dress (tut tut not your best choice in clothing now is it? Or maybe you where just trying to look fancy for your husband ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ‘€) and youโ€™d come to Jonathanโ€™s office to drop of his lunch for him since you werenโ€™t busy you where waiting outside of his office next to the secretaryโ€™s desk since he was in a big meeting and one of his workers started hitting on you and asking for your autograph ๐Ÿ‘€ (Jonathan isnโ€™t gonna like that when he comes out his office ๐Ÿ˜ฌ) you keep telling the man to go away but he wonโ€™t stop bothering you. What will you do?

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