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rumanenough · 19 days ago

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My Zero Day Headcanons If The Shooting Didn't Happen!!!

Sorry, these are shit. If the director has already said what would've happened, then ignore my shit 💔😭. These are just things I've imagined and I thought were cute...

Warning: She/her for Cal Gabriel

Andre Kriegman

Last semester of senior year he picked up theatre class

Got a semi big side part for the play and absolutely LOVED it

After graduation, he took a gap year and got a standard job as a waiter

Joined some local theatre clubs and even went to a few acting competitions

Some recruiters (is that the right word) from a college nearby had seen him during a competition and asked him about a full ride scholarship

Got into baking and would practice his lines with Cal while baking

Started a small baking business on Facebook for extra money, still being a waiter too

Got his masters in arts (theatre and whatnot)

Does local acting!

Became a theatre teacher for the local theatre camp and helps people act

I like to think him and Cal got married eventually. Or maybe they're stuck forever as "roommates".

Camp he works at is year round :)

Cal Gabriel

Graduated early junior year through extra credits and college credits

Started going to college for education and doing teacher internships

Worked as a manager for some sort of fast food place for the most part. Probably Taco Bell

She never transitioned publicly, never got on estrogen. Andre still loves her like a girl.

Became a high school wood shop elective teacher (her students love her)

Got teacher of the year once and never lets it down

She wears silly socks sometimes

Caldre

Probably eloped but never told their parents. They think they're just super close friends

Cal helps Andre learn his lines

Flour ends up all over the kitchen all the time because they giggle and fight 💔

Andre comes into the school sometimes for the theatre department as a special speaker and always drops by and has lunch with Cal

Andres just as popular at the school as Cal

There's one of those high school ship instagram pages dedicated to them

They'd probably live in one of those super small houses on like. Idk 4th street. The kind of house you'd drive past on your daily work drive and never think anything of it

Both like gardening. Cal tends to flowers and Andre tends to tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, spices, etc

Cal stays up late grading homework and Andre stays up late practicing lines

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rumanenough · 20 days ago

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sleep thru ur alarms — caldre

authors note: she/her trans cal. probably ooc, try to understand the prompt...

word count: 1577

genre: fluff! technically (physical) hurt/comfort if you think about it

andre is a kicker in his sleep. hard. cal hates it, but she can't bring himself to hate andre. as much as she says she despises sharing a bed with the older boy, she doesn't mean it. the heat he radiates makes her feel pathetic and melty, like a grilled cheese sandwich… or maybe she's just hungry.

as cal crawled into bed next to the older unconscious boy, she was immediately engulfed in his warmth. she felt her body completely relax, forgetting about everything wrong from her day, her life. andre was her safe space, her sanctuary—even if she'd never show that; andre was her home.

the only thing she dreaded about sleeping next to andre, is his kicks. they hurt, sting, bruise.

cal was able to drift off at first quite easily. andre was only doing his little twitches when she got into bed. looking over at the clock, it read 1:36am, that's when she felt the first kick. huffing slightly to herself, she rolled a bit over to the edge of the bed in hopes to get away from his unconscious tantrum yet to come. with her back turned towards andre, she felt… empty. even when it's dark, she yearned for andre’s presence. their years of caught glances meant something even if they both denied it. cal’s heart fluttered as she turned back over to watch the dark outline of andre, watching his chest move up and down with each deep breath.

as her eyes laid over his twitchy figure, she was almost waiting to be kicked. it wasn't like she wanted to be… but, it's andre. it's his touch. just as she was wondering when the next strike might be, she felt his knee right in the middle of her shin. ouch. that one's gonna bruise… she sighed to herself as she threw her head into her pillow, trying not to strangle andre right then, right there. she cursed under her breath before he kicked again, in the same spot. it felt even harder than before but she knew it wasn't, it just became a sensitive spot. this time, cursing a bit harder, causing andre to shift positions a little. in some ways, cal wished her cursing woke him up, so that she could fall asleep before he started kicking again. but in other ways, she's glad he's asleep.

cal was able to fall asleep a bit as andre’s kicking became less lethal throughout the night. of course he had small taps, he was just a twitchy person. the next kicks didn't come until 5:12am. this time, andre kicked cal right in the meat of her inner thigh. how did he get close enough to do that? who fucking knows. not cal. she was frustrated now. typically andre doesn't kick this aggressively, not this hard, and definitely not with his knee. she was used to some kicks around her ankles and her calves, but not her thigh.

she slowly shifted out of bed. andre had gotten a real sensitive spot in her thigh. fuck. cal reached over on her night stand to grab a cigarette and her lighter before she walked out of her room, opening and closing the door as silently as possible. she headed over to the garage where she could get a quick smoke in instead of beating andre to death with god knows what.

taking a long drag from her cigarette, she watched the ashes fall off the end as she inhaled. andre is such a dumb boy. her best friend. but she's so tired of wanting more from him. he acts like her boyfriend, why does he refuse to make it official? maybe cal’s just not… girl enough. her thoughts eating her alive as she stares at her nails, dusted with glittery pink nail polish that's chipped in places. her cigarette was over, and she considered lighting another one but her eyes could barely stay open much longer. putting it out on her arm, she looked down and saw the two giant bruises on her leg. one on her thigh, and one on her lower shin. she couldn't help but giggle to herself knowing she was marked by andre.

it was 6:02am when she came back into her room. she hadn't meant to be gone for almost a full hour, but thinking gets to her too much sometimes. the early morning light was gently shining through her blinds, which laid perfectly onto andre’s shirtless figure. he was on his stomach now, with the blanket half off. cal could count the freckles and moles that scattered across his upper body. she was always so fascinated with how toned andre was, and the perfect caramel color of his skin. sometimes, she believed if she were to bite him, he'd taste like werthers candy. sitting up in bed, she pulled the blankets up over her legs so that she didn't have to look at her bruised body. she grabbed the book on her table, lord of the flies. even in desperate attempts to focus on the words, her eyes kept falling onto andre.

finally, around 7:30am, andre’s eyes fluttered open. cal loved the way his eye lashes looked so perfect, so natural. his eyes were a perfect honey hazel color. she felt like she was melting as andre slowly stretched and looked at her.

“goodmorning pretty girl,” his voice was raspy and deep, just how cal liked it. she could've ate that boy whole right there. but instead, she just stared at him and chuckled softly.

“morning, ‘dre. how'd you sleep?” pulling the sheets up over her thigh a bit more, not wanting to be dramatic about the marks. she knew andre would freak if he saw them. he was so caring and cautious in private, cal could feel bile rise in her throat just thinking about his intense sweetness. it almost made her absolutely hate andre. the way he acted in the early mornings or the late nights. he felt like a different person, he was so clingy and kind and genuine. of course andre could be genuine with cal any time, but it felt… different. like it meant more. like andre’s sleepy thoughts were his true meanings. at least that's what cal was hoping for, even if she denied it all.

“mmm ‘kay. how'd you…” his words softly trailed off. andre was never a morning person despite not sleeping in much. he grabbed at the covers hiding cal’s thighs, he wanted to inch closer and rest his head on her like he did some mornings. it meant he slept better than normal and wasn't ready to start the day yet.

7:46am. the sun was up more, and cal’s room was illuminated with the rays. as andre pulled the sheets back to reveal cal’s thighs, the purple mark caught his eye immediately.

“cal? what happened?” she rolled her eyes before looking down at him, expecting the older boy to giggle about the bruise and brush it off. but when their eyes met, he looked… genuine. the same thing cal wanted so badly to hate about this side of him. concern was a strange look on andre, almost foreign. cal pulled her eyes away quickly. it felt wrong to see andre like this. he was probably just still waking up, he wasn't like this on a typical day.

his rough hands traced over the spot on cal’s thigh, which sent a shiver up her spine. did andre actually care? not that cal would care if he did or didn't. or maybe she would. but she'd act like she doesn't care anyway, just because it's andre.

andre cleared his throat, clearly still waiting for a response from the younger girl. she didn't know if she should tell the truth and laugh about it, or make something up. before she could decide, andre’s lips met the bruise on her inner thigh. she flinched harder than necessary, which sent andre’s hand up onto her knee. he continued to plant the most gentle kisses cal had ever experienced, or seen, while he caressed her knee. she was nervous to move. cal would do anything to have this forever. this was so gentle and kind, unlike how they are whenever they're both fully conscious. as much as she wanted to tell herself that she hated this, she couldn't.

cal’s hand made it's way into andre’s hair, messing with his soft curls as he continued to kiss her thigh. neither of them said a word the whole time. a few staggered breaths left cal’s mouth as andre would get a bit too far up her already ridden-up boxers. her tightened hand in his hair was enough of a warning for andre to scoot back down though.

“andre…” cal’s voice was soft, softer than normal. it was gentle. it wasn't laced with the piercing tone of lost hope like it always was. she sounded like herself for once. that was the first time since elementary school she had spoken in a way that didn't sound like she was ready to give up.

andre didn't look up at cal, but instead just rested his head into her lap like he originally was wanting to. his hand pulled up a bit higher, now sitting above her knee. he took a deep breath before closing his eyes once again, she watched as his pretty eye lashes fell and he slowly fell unconscious once more. cal felt… normal.

#milli's works #zero day #zero day 2003 #cal gabriel #andre kriegman #caldre #tcc tumblr #tc community #tccblr #teeceecee #i love trans cal #please consider trans cal.

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