#( convo : dana callahan )

[saintsandsiinners]

closed starter for @distantxdaydreams​

Chewing on the corner of her lower lip, Dana’s best course of action is to leave because crawling into bed with a stranger (okay, see, her sister’s friend who she’s maybe sort of had a crush on for a while) is hardly something Dana Callahan is prone to do. Except... it’s not her fault they’d passed out (probably drunk) in her bed, and while she normally wouldn’t mind being displaced, in this case? After the day she’s had? Dana shakes her head and eases slowly into her bed, barely nudging the figure splayed across the middle of the queen sized mattress. In cotton panties and a large t-shirt, she’s hardly indecent, but she feels exposed despite the person being asleep - so she assumes. “You’re not fair, y’know that?” She whispers, not expecting an answer from the person as she settles down on her side next to them, unable to tug the covers up over her body since they’re laying on them.  “Please don’t hate me for this.” Dana sighs in another whisper before she extends one of her small hands, brushing their hair back from their forehead. 

[saintsandsiinners]

@distantxdaydreams​

     “hey, rhys? i have a very important question for you.” 

[saintsandsiinners]

open to whoever. 

“If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed something’s wrong with you.”

[saintsandsiinners]

open to m/f/nb.

How Rosie had convinced her to wear the costume she’d stuffed her in is beyond her comprehension. She’s incredibly uncomfortable and the looks she’s been getting all evening don’t help her uncomfortableness, even if... somehow, they also help her feel a bit more confident than she’d felt when she first walked into the house party her sister had been invited to, leaving Rosie to drag her along. Dana shuffles into the kitchen, stumbling a little on the heels she’s wearing, but she manages to find an empty spot on the counter and haul herself up onto it. The kitchen seems to be quieter than most parts of the house, with a few people milling about here and there and her gaze lands on someone making a drink for themselves, a smile tilting the corner of her lips. “Hey, uh... d’you mind making me one, too? I’d mix my own, but I’m terrible at mixing drinks,” she asks, giving them one of those shy little smiles and hoping she looks more like someone a person can’t say no to than someone who’s trying too hard. 

[saintsandsiinners]

closed starter for @trashxwritings​.

Dana would like to blame alcohol for the impromptu dance party she suddenly decided they needed, but she hasn’t had a single drop of any of the beer they’d brought with them. Nope, instead, Dana’s just that person who, when the urge strikes, embraces the moment. It doesn’t happen often (she’s honestly sometimes the most shy person in any room), but she’s comfortable around them, which stands to reason why she’s just spent the last two minutes dancing around the living room, singing at the top of her lungs to one of her favorite songs while they filmed her. As the song draws to a close, Dana drops down onto the couch beside them with a laugh, face flushed, wisps of blonde hair framing her face from where they’d escaped her pony-tail. “You have to promise you won’t post that anywhere,” she says with a smile, shifting to lean against their side, attempting to catch her breath as she lays her head on their shoulder, not even stopping to wonder whether they’d want her as close as she currently is.

[saintsandsiinners]

closed starter for @fromtheashcs​.

“i don’t... normally do this kinda thing, y’know?” dana admits, a warm, pink flush coloring her cheeks as she peers down at the table between them. yes, she has about as many dating apps on her phone as the next gen z’er, but an actual blind date? like they’re in the ‘40′s and that’s the only way people know how to set each other up? sometimes dana wonders how she gets herself into these situations, but at least her date is cute. okay, more than cute. attractive on a level dana has no business being around. “what’s your rule on first date kissing?” she asks, settling back into the comfortable swing of their game of twenty questions as she smooths her fingers over the napkin in front of her, their food already eaten (mostly), the lull of main course settling as they ease into that companionable silence portion of the evening. 

[saintsandsiinners]

open to whoever.

“Don’t you want to play with me?” Dana pouts, her full lower lip jutting out at them as a look of playful innocence sweeps across her features. 

[saintsandsiinners]

Will you be my valentines? - Milo to Rosie and Dana

    “Look at you being a good boy and askin’ us both out,” Rosie muses from her place beside Milo while Dana remains curled up in the male’s lap. “I think we’d like that, wouldn’t be, Dana?” She asks, leaving the decision in her baby sister’s hands, who peers up at them both with bright eyes and a warm smile. 

     Dana nods, answering them both. “Yes, but only if we go to a not so fancy restaurant where we don’t need to dress up too much and we can do hand stuff under the table.” She suggests with a light shrug, her tone entirely too innocent for the prospect of what she’s suggesting. 

[saintsandsiinners]

"Dana... I know it's a little short notice but I was wonderin' if maybe you'd wanna be my Valentine?" - Caleb

    Dana snaps her fingers. “Dammit, I wanted to ask you first! I had this little card I made and everything,” she pouts, pulling the handmade card shaped like a heart out of her bag and presenting it to him. “But yes... I’d... really love that, Caleb.” She answers, beaming so widely the lone dimple in her right cheek is incredibly prominent. 

[saintsandsiinners]

“will you be my valentine?” - presley to dana even tho dana already asked teehee

     considering she never thought presley even liked her enough to want to do... well... anything with her, she’s surprised presley asks her at all. “uh... yes... yes!” dana answers with a light laugh, before the sound dies and she nervously tucks a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “are you sure, though?” 

[saintsandsiinners]

“will you be my valentine?” - dana and sergei

There’s a pretty new plug before her - a pristine, shining silver, with a gorgeous red jewel on the end. Dana’s bright eyes light up at the sight, at the question Sergei asks her, before she flings herself at him, jumping into his arms, sliding her own around his neck and peppering his face with sweet kisses. “Yes, Daddy... I’d be honored. I assume you want me to wear this?” Dana asks, reaching for the plug that has some nice heft to it, holding it up between them before she drags the cured end against her bottom lip, letting the tip of her tongue drag against it all while keeping her eyes on his face. “I’m yours, Daddy... Valentine or no.” 

[saintsandsiinners]

closed starter for @midnightzaddies​

Dana hated these trips, especially when she wasn’t even allowed to leave the plane, but daddy said he wouldn’t be more than a few hours. She had her phone, her lap top, and enough material from her college courses to keep herself entertained, but a half hour in with only herself and the pilot as occupants of the plane, she’s already bored. Finding Michael is easy enough to do and Dana even brings a peace offering with her - a few of the little bottles of alcohol from the mini bar her father keeps stocked on the plane because he hates flying and if he’s not fucking one of the stewardesses, he’s embracing his alcoholic nature he likes to pretend he doesn’t have. “Do you ever leave this place?” Dana asks Michael, who she finds in the cockpit, moving to lower herself into the second seat. “Thirsty?” Dana offers with a beaming smile, holding up one of the bottles, offering it to him. She knows enough about the pilot to know his name, where he’d grown, that he liked being a pilot and that he was incredibly handsome, but that’s the extent of Dana’s knowledge - still, she always finds a reason to talk to him every time they find a moment alone. 

[saintsandsiinners]

open to m/f/nb.

random hook up. she can do this. rosie does this all the time and there’s nothing wrong with it; dana doesn’t judge her sister for her life choices just as rosie doesn’t judge dana for not being as wild or as adventurous as she is. either way, her sister is insistent on this being something she needs, so dana isn’t going to argue because rosie does tend to have some pretty good ideas. what she doesn’t expect when she walks into the hotel room after being provided with the designated room key is to find a familiar face, body lounging across the king size bed. “uh--” confusion mars her features, blue eyes wide as her shoulders tense with a surprising amount of anxiousness. of course her sister would choose the one fucking person who dana has been... fantasizing about for months now, except they’ve never shown any interest, so dana had resigned herself to being just the cute girl they were friends with. dammit. she should’ve known better than to let her sister talk her into this. “what’re you doing here?” the words are out of her mouth before she can stop them, voice soft, arms wrapping around herself as she shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other - the dress she’d chosen feeling considerably shorter, considerably more revealing.