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Señor Frogs Headcanons (☁️/🔞)

Summary: Inspired by Señor Frogs driving team getting their first podium: headcanons of what it'd be like returning to each of the drivers as gf!reader after each of their stints. Content (warnings): mainly fluff, smut @ end features thigh riding + rly slight exhibitionism

Chrismd -Performance synopsis: he spun out initially but managed to clutch up and take the senor frogs to right in the middle (15th place) -He'd come back to cheers and pats on the back from his fellow drivers, rain speckling his visor and suit that had just began as he'd ran off the track -He takes in the boys' praise and a mouthful of cake that Chippo forces down him as a celebratory snack -But as soon as he locks eyes with you his grin is widening by tenfold -You're over the moon - completely shocked and surprised and proud of your man - running to him with open arms and wrapping him torso with the grandest hug - your face slotting into the crook of his neck and eyes closing as you hug him with all the force in your body -Practically knock the man  off of his feet, and he falls back onto the sofa behind him, still wrapped with your arms around him -Ends up having the post-performance chat with the boys with you wrapped around his middle - one of his hands gesturing and accompanying what he said, whilst the other pat your back and rubbed over the back of your head.

Willne -Performance synopsis: Shambolic at the start - didn't do his helmet up or take the seat insert out, losing valuable time for the team - gets a contact warning for being an "aggressive driver" and spun out a few more times, before finishing his stint as night fell. -Will came back feeling sick. He thought he'd done horrid as he left that car, but seeing you on the line with the iconic whiteboard - stood besides Calfreezy with the sign reading "MY BOYFRIEND IS THE BEST DRIVER"- -Will received a heavy slap on the back from Freezy, and a kiss on the visor from you. -You hadn't even realised that you wouldn't be able to kiss Will, with his helmet and visor still pulled down, until your lips met the cold glass and you pulled back - seeing the misty shape of your lips patterned across the glass -Your hands were completely frenzied as they shoved the visor up with a palm, smashing your lips through the slit and connecting them with Will's whilst he used his arms (pumped and inflated with adrenaline) to pull you up onto his waist, walking you back into the Senor Frog's shelter  -And when you walked into the warm room where the rest of the teamates were - you had Will's helmet in your hand, your other hand wrapped around his neck to hold your body close to his whilst he held you around his waist, kissing you sweeter than ever even whilst you were drenched from the rain outside -You didn't care. You were over the moon kissing Will like he had won the olympics. 

Chip -Performance synopsis: The night driver. The fastest and one of the best drivers, sent out to manage the weight of the boys' expectations in the dark of the night. And in the rain and the dark, Chip flew past the other drivers and into first-fucken-place. Too bad he got a black flag and pulled into the pit lane - told off for overtaking and spinning out with a stalled car... -Chip returned to the RV dejected, having had Cal laugh in his face from his performance. -You were laying in the RV bed that Chip had reserved for you, and were groggily awoken as your boyfriend, dressed in a now relaxed hoodie and pair of joggers, pulled the curtain back and told you to move up for him. -You'd watched the beginning of the performance, and so when Chip came back feeling so down you wondered what had happened -"You did so well!" You pressed a kiss to his face, then another on the other side. "You took the team to first place and had the fastest laps-!" -"I spun out and stalled the car and lost a minute" Chip grumbled in retaliation, pulling a pillow over his face to cover himself in shame. -You knew that wasn't good for the team at all, but you still couldn't let your boy look so distressed, so you carefully pulled the pillow away from his face and peppered two more kisses over either of his closed eyes -"That can be made up with other teams' pit stops," You consoled him, letting your hand rub over Chippo's curly locks comfortingly. "Anyone in the team - anyone on the track could've spun out or stalled the car - not everyone could've overtaken everyone on the track and gotten the team into first place-" -Your words were abruptly cut off by someone in the RV violently SHHHHHHHHing to indicate that it was still indeed 3am and people were trying to sleep. -Turning back to Chip, his expression at least looked less unhappy and more accepting - and you could feel his heartrate against your front, slowing and coming to a reasonable rate. -It was then Chip's turn to press a kiss to your forehead and mumble a thank you - i love you - turn around - spooning you before falling asleep, holding you as close to his chest as possible

Harry Lewis -He was panicking when he got onto the course, and that showed the moment he got onto the track and got overtaken my everyone else. Wailing through the microphone, screaming to get him off, practically crying into the mic where no-one could communicate to him... Bog returned feeling humiliated, embarrassed and with just a slight death wish -It was still dark when Harry returned, and you didn't hear anything until you felt the strong arm around your waist, pulling you into his body, closer, and sighing into your back as lay down next-to you in the sleeping quarters. -"I fucked it," was what you heard from behind you, before Harry's forehead pressed against your back, hiding his face from the light in shame, as he tried to also get a bit of sleep. -You knew better than to try console Harry verbally in this situation, too. -Instead, you let your hand scale over Harry's arm until you found his hand, wrapped around your middle and beneath your body - bringing it from beneath you and up to your mouth, planting a kiss to the back and interlacing your fingers with his to squeeze him, and physically reassure him. -Something close to a whine escaped his lips because he definitely did not feel comforted by the actions which he knew had the intention of placating him. -You knew what comforted him though, and you let his hands do what they needed to. -They fell down to your stomach, the section that wasn't defined with muscle and had a squish to it. -His palms massaged the pliant flesh, massaging it between each section of his palm and kneading it like a cat making biscuits, using your body like a stress ball  -It sent you to sleep. That feeling of being held and nurtured by someone you loved. And Harry was quick to sleep, too, his hands slowly slowing to just holding you and cradling your body.

Willne (second stint) -Second stint performance synopsis: The boys were horrified seeing him go out and go so slowly. The weather had reached an all time low, as had the team's performance. -"Sack of piss and shit car," Will came in and practically threw his helmet down, throwing the headset at Cal too, who accepted his fate and let the shitty plastic hit his arm. "You c'mere, Y/n, I need a rest-" -Even filled with anger, Will couldn't resist the opportunity to take a nap with you. -"Lie across me, please," Will had asked, groggy hands already trying to manoeuvre you and pull you on top of him. -You knew he liked that feeling of being compressed, and you liked Will's chest as a pillow - so you crawled on top of Will's body and let his hand fall to your back, hand grazing up and down over and over, fingernails lightly scratching and getting you addicted to his touch as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment of peace and care away from the other boys, Will's scratching slowing to a stop until you felt air fanning across the top of your head and little snores n grumbles from your sleeping beauty

Chip (second stint) -After two hours sleep, Chip wasn't feeling happy to proceed Will's performance... Yet he outdid everyones' expectations and with the help of the rival team's technical errors... Chip seemed to be making up for Will's performance. -Chip practically received a roar of cheers and praise as he entered into the Frogs' den, and as he sat down besides you and felt you pressing your lips firmly against his cheek to cement a proud kiss to his cheek. -Your boyfriend's adrenaline and emotion was still high and furiously pumping through his body however, and that small gesture just wasn't enough for Chippo. -And so despite all the other boys that were in the room and still watching the man - Chip's arm came around the underside of your thigh and hauled you over his body so that you straddled his hips - before his hand wrapped around the back of your neck and brought your lips smashing into his, meeting in the most frantic and passionate kiss which Chip was fast to insert his tongue into, sloppying and wetting the both of your lips as the boys around you eurrrggghhhhhhhed, and Cal even joked "C'mon Chippo, your performance was good but not good enough for this much PDA-"

Harry (second stint) -After being placed in first place after Matt's masterclass on the track, Harry did his absolute best not to get onto that track. Surprise; he found himself back on the track just as the rain restarted. And although Harry started perfectly, Harry's spirits were hindered as he let more and more drivers surpass him and take the first place spot.  -"Fuck off," Harry grumbled at Cal as soon as he saw the giraffe looking twat (his words, not my narration) at the race-side. -He huffed as he sat on the sofa in the group setting - right besides you. -And you could tell Harry was in a dangerous mood - meaning you were unsure whether or not to say anything to him.. -Harry answered that internal issue however, as his arms wrapped around your waist and drew you from your conversation with Chippo as he pulled you onto his lap, burying his head into the back of your shoulder where he could block all light from reaching his eyes and smell the perfume you'd worn on your pulse point to calm him down.  -You ran a hand through his hair with a blush forming across yours cheeks as you signalled to Chippo to save the conversation for later, instead working on knotting your fingers through Harold's hair and massaging the stress out of his scalp lovingly

Chip (third stint) -He went in to make up for Harry's mistakes, and managed to weasel a penalty for an opposition team... Yet also appeared to have damaged his him from the injury of the collision. Regardless, he takes the car over the final line and brings the boys their second place and podium position.  -He ran back to the side lines where his team was cheering and screaming praise at the man who had secured them a podium for their first time ever -He literally grabbed you when he got there - picking you up from the lower half and lifting you straight from your feet - spinning you around and making you clutch his shoulders as he whirled you, squeezing you tighter than ever -You were put down with a headrush that made you barely able to see, before Chip crashed his lips into yours with a bruising force that almost made you pass out as your lashes fluttered and head spun, trying to accommodate the fast pace of everything happening around you -Has you in one arm and the trophy in the other whilst taking podium photos -Puts his medal around you n gets litr the cutest photos -U see later that night an insta story Chippo's posted: some candid photo of you one of the photographers had taken when you cheered upon seeing Chip cross the finish line - in your sundress and look of ecstasy on your face -And the caption makes your heart melt: "Couldn't have done it without my good-luck girl either <3"

Calfreezy (🔞) -This brother was STRESSED the entire time. -would have u on his lap from START TO FINISH whilst sat in front of the screens n viewing station, his head resting against your shoulder as he looks past you - hands wrapped around your waist - fixated on the screen -Will squeeze + you'll feel his grip tightening whenever he gets nervous watching someone out on the track -N when he gets excited because Chip and Matt are overtaking a bunch of drivers, he'll bounce his leg happily and cause you to jump with it. -At night, when everyone's asleep in the RV and Harry was out on the track, giving you two the empty room... Cal had you feeling needy, your exhibitionist and horny thoughts turning up as you shuffled in his lap. -"C'mon Cal, no-one would know..." You'd turned around to straddle his lap - and you were gently nipping and kissing over his neck to persuade him, your body flush against his under the blanket that Matt had provided you before going to sleep himself. "Everyone's asleep and Harry's gonna be out on the track for another hour - c'mon - you need to relieve some of that stress, too-" -"Y/n I gotta stay focussed.." Cal groaned, readjusting his semi beneath his cargos, and you whined in response, rutting your hips into his and giving him absolutely no chance to compose himself. -"But Caaal, I need you.." Your words made him groan, rolling his head back and fastening his hands around your hips to stop you from grinding down onto him, because the combination of your words and his body was driving him fucking insane. -He found a compromise though. His hands wrapped around either thigh and quite literally picked you up and off from his lap - instead placing either of your knees around one of his thighs.  -"Ride my thigh then. You're really that desperate for something? Ride my thigh and thank me for it." -Already turned on - his words were practically enough to make you finish right then and there -But allowing your hands to fasten around your shoulders instead - your teeth biting down into his trapezius to muffle the moans and whimpers that fell from your lips - you humped your core furiously back and forth over his thigh -And even though he initially refused to do anything because he was so focussed on monitoring the screen, he could feel his agitation growing as with each rut of your hips you moved his cargos and created friction between his cock and the material of his trousers -Gives you max 30 seconds recovery to come down from your high before folding you over the table and fucking you whilst having you babble thank you's and pray that no-one woke up and returned to the room early.

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can’t afford love | myg (m) MASTERLIST

➥ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: Your childhood dream of having 2 children in a big house with a blooming marriage by this point in time has been eliminated the moment divorce came knocking at your door. With only one child and finding yourself back at square one, you ask your ex-husband—Min Yoongi—if he’d be down to fulfill 1 of these 3 things on your childhood’s bucket-list. And no, it’s not giving you a big house.

➥ GENRE: angst ⋆ smut ⋆ divorced/exes

➥ CATEGORY: crack drabble series (bullet-point format)

➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, crack au, mom!reader, dad!yoongi, mentions of pregnancy, divorced couple, unprotected sex, emotional baggage (A LOT OF IT), trauma, sad sad sad stuff, humor, angsty angsty angst, smutty smut smut, jealousy, possessiveness, claiming, exes, mentions of body image issues, second chance… maybe, minors dni

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♢ #1: “would you be willing?”

♢ #2: “nothing i haven’t seen before.”

♢ #3: “why are you hiding it from me?”

♢ #4: “nothing compares.”

♢ #5: “hard to control myself.”

♢ #6: “don’t start something you can’t finish.”

♢ #7: “sugar.”

♢ #8: “what are you doing here?”

♢ #9: “liars tend to lie.”

♢ #10: “we shouldn’t be doing this.”

♢ #11: “plus one.”

♢ #12: “our son.”

♢ #13: “we can do some things with the camera.”

♢ #14: “i don’t need a reason.”

♢ #15: “but you did.”

♢ #16: “then you get it.”

♢ #17: “happy?”

♢ #18: “you gonna let me take care of you?”

♢ #19: “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

♢ #20: “is this really what i once loved?”

♢ #21: “what did we learn?”

♢ #22: “more to love.”

♢ #23: “why do you find it so hard to admit?”

♢ #24: “back to normal.”

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[crypticdesire]

cw: mild possessiveness, implied murder

yandere!knight who grew up inside the castle walls and found themselves always watching the child of the king. they were taught that their training was necessary to protect the royal family, so why wouldn’t they develop an interest in you? knowing details about you was the best way to protect you, so they slowly became obsessed with observing you from an appropriate distance. 

yandere!knight who finally became directly assigned to guard you when you're both adults. there was another knight being considered, but they were unfortunately killed by a thief during a trip to a nearby town. they were more suitable for the job anyway, understanding the needs of the royal heir more than any other knight, surely. who would be more attentive than them? 

yandere!knight who notices that you’ve become more curious about what lies outside the castle walls, overhearing your persistent questions directed at your parents, tutor, and other palace staff. they wonder why you’ve never directed one of your questions towards them. they probably wouldn’t have the answers you were looking for, growing up within the castle’s walls themselves, but they yearned for you to speak more than a few passing words to them. to look into their eyes and see how deeply they cared for you. to see how dedicated they were to serving you. to see how eagerly they would fulfill any of your requests. they wanted to know you felt comforted by their presence in the same way they were comforted by yours.

yandere!knight who becomes desperate enough to bridge the gap between you two that they offer to sneak you into town one night. the excitement that flashes onto your face creates a feeling within them akin to drinking a sip of cool water after going without it for days. that sip turns into a long chug when your hands finally touch, their skin making contact with your skin, as they help you onto the horse that will take you from the stables to the outskirts of the town. now that they’ve felt your hands on their waist, the normal distance placed between you feels too far. surely this feeling means they are destined to always be by your side, right?

yandere!knight who feels drunk on your laughter as they sit with you in a local tavern. a cloak hides most of your face, but your face would be recognized by few anyway with the only commoners to know your appearance being those that work in the palace. they’re sure they are in a dream when you grasp their hand pulling them with you to join the group of lively impromptu people dancing. they can’t help but think how they are the reason for your bright eyes and wide smile. it confirms that no one could know you better than they do. no one could tend to your needs better than they could. 

yandere!knight who wished they didn’t have to sneak you back into your room to have a wall separating you once again. but the giddiness of growing closer to you would linger, making them determined to take you into town again. the trips into town would be a secret they shared with you, which is why they couldn’t ignore the eyes that saw you two walking back from the stables to the castle. surely, one of the insignificant grounds keepers wouldn’t think that the knight tasked with protecting the royal heir wouldn’t notice their presence. the grounds keeper was predictably naive, being easily found alone in the stables. to ensure you could sneak into town again, they couldn’t risk someone exposing your secret. threatening your happiness. ruining the knight’s chances of being someone you relied on for protection and happiness. the grounds keeper should be happy to be given the opportunity to serve the royal family even after death as fertilizer for their expansive garden. they couldn’t pose any threat then. washing the blood off their hands a couple hours later, they wondered if the sight of them would cause you to be appalled or pleased by the evidence of their deep devotion to you. one couldn’t ask for a more dedicated knight, right?

" i'm not leaving. my life has been dedicated to serving you, so please use me "

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[fic--writer]

🤰Rolan and the pregnancy news:

Master of Ramazith Tower, Tav, Cal and Lia gathered around the table for dinner.

- Oh, no. Don't put meat on me, Lia, I've been feeling bad about this for three days now. - Pale Tav waved the steak away.

- You sound just like a pregnant friend of mine. - Lia joked, taking her portion and eating it with gusto.

A slurping Cal interjected:

- Yeah, what pregnancy, what are you talking about, sis? Tav can't even leave that damn tower. Rolan locked her in and now tortures her with his magic lessons twenty-four hours a day.

All those "lessons" Cal had mentioned flashed before Rolan's eyes. Every possible sex position they'd tried instead of the books.

The Archmage was petrified and now just stared at Tav, his face open in surprise, frozen in a silent question.

Tav caught his glance and understood. But she hadn't fully grasped the situation. And now she, too, was in a state of prostration.

Lia, noticing their reaction, angrily threw the cutlery on the table:

- Rolan?! Rolan! What have you done?!!! - Of the four of them, she thought faster than anyone.

- I think I should get out. - Tav standing up to his feet without further explanation.

Rolan jumped up and ran after her.

- What the hell is going on? - Cal asked, slurping as if nothing had happened.

Lia cackled and screamed:

- Tav is pregnant!

- Who did she get knocked up? - Cal said conspiratorially.

- Gods! - Lia slammed her hands on the table and walked away.

Cal just grinned and finished his meal. And when he realized that no one was coming back to the table, he finished Rolan's portion. And Lia's portion. And Tav's.

[woahjo]

hmm maybe making out w/ armin after a tequila shot? i wanna see him lick the salt off his hand 😭

YAY thank u for sending something <33 and ooohhh jesus what an image.... yeah that's good.

cw: alcohol, dubcon (they're both drunk), this is kinda sweet idk

there's something going on with armin. between you and him. you're not sure when things changed, but they did, and now you find that you're unable to revert back to the way things used to be. there's tension, too thick to cut, that has swelled beneath every interaction you've had for the past few weeks.

your friend group hangs out a lot. eren likes to dance and armin likes the company of hosting. tonight, everyone's gathered at armin and eren's place. you, armin, eren, mikasa, connie, jean, sasha, even reiner made it out to see you all for a few minutes. there's an excited social air about the group, charged with some sort of anticipation that you feel every time one of them approaches you.

the music playing in the apartment is loud and sasha has just bounced off with mikasa in tow to find eren in the living room where he's sitting eating leftovers from yesterday next to the speaker. you're alone at the kitchen counter, sitting in that moment just before your loneliness becomes awkward.

"hey," armin comes up next to you, a haphazard smile plastered across his face, "take a shot with me."

you make a face. "what kind?"

armin's lips curl up in a smile. it's the kind of grin that makes him look mischievous. he wears it a lot when he drinks.

"tequila," he says, laughing to himself.

when armin drinks, he gets bubbly. the positive part of him comes out in droves and he seems to have less reservation about wearing his heart and affection on his sleeve. it's infectious and you find it hard to say no to him, harder now with the way he's looking at you though blonde lashes. plus, you like being alone with him. you always have, but lately it's been so charged that you can't help but be enthralled when it happens.

his cheeks are flushed a light tone of pink and the color drags across to the tip of his nose. you imagine that his face is warm, the way yours might be after the drinks you've had, and you feel that syrupy tension creep back into the interaction as you think of it.

you sigh, taking the bottle of shitty tequila from the counter and filling two empty shot glasses with it. you're giving him an exasperated look while you do it, like he's just begged you for hours to do something and you finally gave in.

armin tilts his head down and gives you a smile so uncharacteristically sleezy that it could drag across the floor. it's still charming though. his mess of blonde hair, strands stuck to his forehead, and the sweet countenance he has about him makes sure of that.

"you're so easy to please," you laugh as you slide armin's shot towards him.

he eyes it for a moment before grabbing a salt shaker from the wet counter top, not seeming to care about the mess he'll have to clean tomorrow from the house party. you watch as he smiles lopsidedly at you and then licks the space on the back of his hand between his thumb and wrist, sprinkling the salt over it. you copy his movements, holding out your fist with an eye roll as he loosely shakes the salt over it.

there are some precut lime slices on the counter, likely from someone else doing the same thing before the two of you, and the tequila is so shitty that it needs whatever help it can get. it's like gasoline, but you're young and broke and tequila is tequila. it works towards the same purpose.

then, armin smiles again at you and raises his eyebrows excitedly.

"ready? go."

you watch, a bit mesmerized as he lifts his wrist up to his lips and licks the salt from it, dragging his tongue against the soft skin of his hand before bringing his shot glass to his mouth and tilting his head back. his blonde hair moves with it, shifting backwards and momentarily exposing his forehead. you follow suit almost immediately after, watching him over the apples of your cheeks.

you're vaguely aware of the fact that he's also watching you, but armin's presence is so comfortable—so desired—that you don't particularly feel observed in any intrusive way.

the shot burns going down. yeah, it's gasoline and you put the lime in your mouth and bite down with furrowed eyebrows. you make a face and armin laughs at you in a way fitting of his friendly manner. so effortlessly charming, so sweet. he follows suit, raising the sour fruit to his mouth and biting down, still wearing that silly little grin.

you smile and armin mirrors it, coughing lightly before settling with the taste. you're alone and the air is so charged that you feel it on your skin. armin takes a step forward and your skin prickles delightfully. it feels so effortless to you, something that exists between you two that makes the flirting easy.

you don't have to wonder if he's going to kiss you. you know he is. armin is shy, but he's been drinking, and weeks have gone by now inching closer and closer to this. people say that you shouldn't hook up with your friends, let alone one of your best friends, but when it's this easy and with someone as sweet as armin, it's hard not to ignore that advice.

he leans in a little, reaching up to touch the side of your face. then, he furrows his eyebrows as if to double check that you're really doing this. when you don't pull back, he puts his lips to yours and you immediately reach up to touch his face.

you pull him closer, inhaling and pressing your body against his and snaking your hand into his tufts of blonde hair. your mouth parts to let him in and you feel his tongue snake across yours. he tastes like lime and the aftertaste of tequila, and something else, something slightly sweet and human that you attribute to his breath.

armin's free hand comes to rest on your hip, tugging you lightly into him. you feel the way his face heats when he does, warming like he's blushing and something in your lower stomach pulses with need. every confident action, every swipe of his tongue, is followed by something bashful. an equal and opposite reaction that leaves you endeared and hungry.

you gasp a little when he knocks your body lightly against his.

"sorry," he breathes against your mouth, not pausing in his movements as he chases you. he sounds breathless and needy, but also genuinely apologetic for his eagerness. you give into him further to quell the anxiety.

you're not sure how long you spend like that, pushed flush up against each other's body. armin's hand roams up the underside of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your warm belly while you snake yours under his to touch his bare back. you only separate when you hear someone clamoring up from the couch and making their way to the kitchen.

the two of you separate quickly and you swipe your bottom lip with your thumb as if that would hide the swollen look of your mouth. armin adjusts his shirt and clears his throat as jean rounds the corner.

he looks between the two of you, standing an awkward foot away from each other before he scoffs lightly.

"sorry to interrupt," he says with a whistle and armin lights up like a switchboard, his ears turning red.

he let's his head fall when jean leaves, leaning against the countertop and looking back up at you with an embarrassed, sweet smile.

[experiment-000]

Cal and Merrin name their firstborn daughter Cere.

After that, when Merrin is pregnant again, this time with a boy, Greez can't help but joke about the baby being named after him.

They all know the real reason why the baby won't be named Greez. But Greez doesn't know that Cal and Merrin actually discussed it. Didn't want to replace him with a baby by the same name. Didn't want to tempt fate to kill him. They would name a child after Greez in a heartbeat. But you name babies after dead people.

None of this is said out loud. Instead they joke:

"Nah this one's gonna be called Beedee," Cal quips whilst rubbing the droid's head.

"I've always liked the name Turgle," replies Merrin, completely straight faced.

"Monk has done a lot for us, and the jedi were known as monks so it would be fitting," muses Cal.

"Poncho." is Merrin's deadpan response when the question is asked yet again.

They call the boy Jaro.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: Yessss more Cal, I love him.

Five years….five long years since you’ve seen your favorite red headed Jedi.

You missed Cal, missed his jokes, his smile. The poncho you managed to swipe before you two went your separate ways was started to lose his scent though you couldn’t help but cringed at that thought.

“God I feel like a creep.”

Shaking your head you tugged at the poncho, your head snapping to Mirrian. You weren’t quite sure you should trust the woman’s smile. “Is something wrong?”

Shrugging her shoulders she then turned her back to you. “Cere wants to see you.”

Dropping your shoulders, you bit back a groan. “I was hoping to take a nap.”

“Trust me, you’ll want to be awake for this.”

Shaking your head you tried to wonder what the hell that meant then again you could never tell with Mirrian.

Rolling your shoulders you glanced around the room spotting Cere talking to some guy you didn’t know but your heart nearly stopped seeing who was talking to Greez.

“Cal?”

Hearing his name, Cal’s eyes went wide for a moment before he started to rush towards you and soon you were being lifted off the ground, his arms wrapped tightly around you in for a crushing embrace. “I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispered in your ear.

He was trembling as he held you, he thought he would never see you again. He did his best to look you up but you just vanished and he was to scared to ask the others.

Cal honestly thought you would hate him, maybe you did hate him. Should he even be hugging you?Wincing he then let you down as he stepped back rubbing his neck. “Sorry…..I uh got excited.”

BD-1’s beeps seeming to agree as the little robot jumped at your feet. Shaking your head you laughed for a moment stepping close. “I see you haven’t changed Cal” titling your head you then placed your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your palm.

“Well not all of you are the same, I like the beard and the hair is a nice touch.” You teased.

Letting out the breath he was holding in Cal returned your smile though it turned to confusion once it finally hit him. You were wearing his poncho, one he thought he lost. “Is that…Is that my poncho?”

Feeling warmth creep up your neck you adverted your eyes. “Maybe…it’s been helping me….I can give it-”

Shaking his head, Cal quickly grabbed hold of your hands. “You don’t…You don’t need to give it back, I want you to keep it…it looks good on you.”

It was cute, seeing the red envelope the man’s cheeks though you did see his eyes darken. You’re all to familiar with that look.

Biting your lip you took a step closer, your chest needy touching his. “Can I show you the Archives?”

“I’d like that.”

Grabbing Cal’s hand, you tugged the man towards one of the rooms ignoring Greez shouting at you both.

“Where the hell are they going?! Don’t we-.”

Mirrian hummed Placing her hand on the pilots shoulder, she gave him a smile only glancing to where you two walked off, happy to see her two close friends finally reunited again. “Let them be, they’ll be fine and they’ll be much happier when they return.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean.”

Cere sighed as het shoulder’s slumped. “I just pray they stay far away from our work.”

“Is anyone gonna clue me in on what you two are talkin-.” Seeing the look on Cere and Mirrian’s face Greez’s eyes went wide before he let out a laugh, BD-1 jumping on Mirrian’s shoulder. “Well as long as it’s ain’t the Mantis then I’m happy.”

Though it was Mirrian’s turn to let out a bark of laughter.

“Why are you laughing, why is she laughing Cere.”

Cere shrugged turning away. “I am not getting in on this, let me know when they’ve returned.”

“I just find it funny that you think they haven’t fucked on the ship.”

“Wait! What! You must be lyin! Come on Mirrian! Tell me you’re lyin? Stop walking away Mirrian.”

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAu Drabble - Day in Town

The poll has ended (and as always i sneaked to see the results early :3) and this one won out! @spotaus

You guys really just like the domestic fluff of these guys trying to parent. Don't you? It is okay. They are rather sweet :D

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Lets get to it! (and for those who forgot because i did because i only mentioned the name ONCE. Crop's brother is called Straw :D) Also I had to really consider who's POV I was going to use for this one as they all would have worked but I ended up going with Killer because he is silly and hasn't had a turn in a while. At least that is what it feels like :D

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Killer taps the door as he stares out of the window of the truck. People would assume it is crowded but it honestly isn't that bad.

Mostly because Horror is sitting in the by rider seat with Nightmare in his lap, safely seated. Cross and Dust decided they prefered to drive in the actual cargo area of the truck. Which left only Killer and Crop in the backseat.

Killer honestly also thinks that Dust specifically prefered to sit in the back as he wouldn't have to see Straw. Dust still has the most issues with seeing any other universe's Papyrus. Killer would have gone to sit with him but Cross had been faster with offering it and there is no way in HELL that Killer was going to leave Horror and Ngihtmare without a set of extra sockets.

Doesnt make the drive any less tense.

tap. tap. tap. tap.

Crop sends him another nervous glance before clearing his throat "So.. you guys are finally going to see the town! excited?"

Killer huffs "Not really. But Dusty mentioned needed actual stuff for Nighty." which is why Killer leans closer to the seat before him holding Horror and Nightmare. He looks over the side and grins at Nightmare "sup tiny boss."

Nightmare looks over and sends him a tiny glare "You should have your seatbelt on."

Killer coos "Aw you do care~ such a sweet baby."

Nightmare blushes and mutters as he hides his face in Horror's sweater. Horror sends him an amused look "Killer. stop that."

Killer shrugs and leans back in his seat. feeling very accomplished.

Killer just needs to make sure that Nightmare doesn't fall into old patterns of trying to be the adult and leader. He doesn't need to do that and it isn't healthy for the babybones. so. Time to unlearn! At least those moments have been getting less and less frequent so there is progress!

Killer still doesn't appreciate the look send their way from both Crop and Straw, Yes he knows tiny boss is adorable but if they as much as try to get closer there is going to be spilled dust.

Straw stops the truck and announces their arrival.

Crop gets out quickly and they are on a parkinglot outside a shopping street. It isn't too large by the looks of it and just shops and a bar restaurant thing, probably this universes Grillby's.

Crop smiles at them "Okay! First day out!" Crop looks almost as nervous about this as Cross looks and Cross is actively looking around and has his hand ready to grab his knife.

Crop must see it too as he and straw share a look. Straw motions towards them and the town and Crop waves it off.

Crop turns back to them and Killer grins "SOmething the matter?"

Crop is quick to answer "What?! No! Of course not! It is just. a lot. This can be a lot and i just want to be sure everything is fine!"

Killer chuckles and sees Horror shoot him a disapproving glance. Still Horror goes over to Cross and hands Nightmare over to him. Cross is quick to hug him close and Nightmare has his grumpy face on again but still holds unto Cross. Clearly comfortable.

Horror joins his side "Killer. Stop." Killer sticks his tongue out at Horror and Horror's disapprovement makes way for amusement.

Hah! Still got it!

Horror looks at Crop "This isn't first time for us. We know how to behave."

Crop nods as he rubs his arm "I figured! It is just... If this works out you guys can stay longer and have something of a base to fall back on. I am just worried because some people can be..." he searches for the words.

Straw leans clsoer "Mean, harsh and rude."

Crop sends him a glare and Straw shrugs "It is true!"

Crop sighs "Anyway." he turns back to them "Ready to introduce yourselves?"

Killer grins "And spread rumours!" He can see Dust pull a pained face again. Dust is still not a fan of the backstory they settled on but they are already commited to it after the doctor's visit!

Crop chuckles and grins "I am still curious about what you guys settled on myself..."

Killer shakes his skull and shakes his finger "No no. No cheating. figure it out yourself" and he grins.

Cross huffs as he keeps Nightmare fully against him "Lets just get this over with..."

Adn they walk into town.

People are staring which they all had expected and should be used to at this point. But Killer doesn't like the fact how many people see Nightmare at the moment, and by the looks of it, neither do the others like this. Cross keeps trying to hold Nightmare as close as possible and almost hide by Horror. Dust has started to fully shadow the two as he barely looks around.

Crop and Straw obviously see the tension and seem to be sharing more uncertain looks.

Nightmare however doesn't seem to share their issues as he happily leans away from the hold to enable himself to look around. He studies buildings and vehicles. and even just stares back at people staring at him. Clearly more interested in learning about this new place than actual worry.

Or maybe he just feels safe with them and that does THINGS to Killer.

Crop stops them near the middle of the streat "okay! This is it!" he waves around himself "It isn't a lot now as people are still waiting for the produce to finish growing. But. Generally." he points to a shop "General store. they have most things needed." he points to the shop next to it "Bookstore. self explainatory." he points to the large bar "Grillby's is a bar and restaurant. people spend most of their free evenings there."

Hah! Called it!

Crop points out a few more buildings but most of those are for farming things and supplies.

Dust nods and looks over at them before looking back to the bookstore and general store "Going to get things. be back soon."

They watch him casually walk away on his own.

Yeah no absolutely not!

Killer is already half jogging after Dust as he waves at Cross, Horror and Nighmare "You guys stick together and get a feel for other people!" After which he sprints to catch up with Dust.

They enter the general store together.

Dust shoots him a look "don't need a babysitter."

Killer huffs and grins "Says you!" and he follows Dust as Dust looks at things. Killer just doens't like any of them being alone unless it is at a secured place. So Killer will jsut stalk Dusty for a bit! It is perfect!

Dusty looks at items and ends up getting two more notebooks and some pencils. he nods to himself and gets in line to pay for the items.

Killer checks the funds and frowns. They are running out and they will either have to go to another universe to steal more and risk drawing attention or actually think of a way to make money the legal way.

A groan from upfront and Killer looks up to see a teenager panicking over the cash register. the customers before them all look angry and annoyed.

The teenager presses buttons but nothing seems to help "I am sorry. I am sorry! It just... has issues once in a while. I can fix this!" the teenager does not look any clsoer to fixing it!

Dust huffs and turns to him "Hold." and Killer gets the few school supplies pushed into his arms. Dust afterwards walks over to the front. He grabs the basket of items and pushes it into the arms of the man in front "Hold." the man goes to say something but Dust just hops on top of the counter and sits next to the register. He turns it this and that way.

Dust hums as he pulls out his pocket knife and undoes some screws. the cap opens and he looks into the darkness, a shift in his socket and his eye light now lights up the inside of the register.

He looks at the teen "Got tape?"

The teenager blinks at him before nodding.

Dust nods "Get it." and turns back to the register as he removes some wires and starts making tiny cuts.

The teen grabs it from a drawer and hands it over "Euh... sir... I don't... i mean... i am not allowed... i don't know if you can..."

Dust hums and doesn't listen at all as he redoes some of the wires and removes some of them that looked burned through. He secures things with the tape and closes the back up again. he turns the register back in place and hits the side once.

The register lights up and asks for a log in.

Dust looks at the teen "Fixed." he hops down of the counter. Takes the basket the man in front is still holding dumbfounded. DUst places it back on the counter and walks back to Killers side where he takes his own stuff back.

Killer grins at him "Nicely done. I think that is a new record for you fixing soemthign."

Dust may appear calm but Killer know shim and can see the smaller skeleton looks smug "Easy fix. just a burned wire."

Killer nods "Still a new record! Sadly i didn't have the free hands to time it."

Dust shrugs and acts like he doesn't care but Killer knows better.

The line goes a lot quicker and once it is their turn they quickly pay for the items.

The leave the store and Killer points at the bookstore "Do we need anything from there?"

Dust thinks for a moment before shaking his skull.

Ah. seems like Dust doesn't plan on expanding the classes just yet. Likely wants to see if they actually stay for longer here first.

So they walk back to the group as Dust holds a tiny bag with the new things. they see them near another store and they seem to be talking to a bunny and a dog monster.

The bunny coos as they stare at Ngihtmare and Killer feels himself glae as he rushes to their side "Hey!! Whatsup!" and he nuzzles Nightmare in greeting.

Nightmare huffs and whines "Killer! Careful for my ice cream." Killer pulls back and sees now that Nightmare is also holding ice cream. woops. Killer looks down adn yeah that is ice cream on his shirt. Oh well. he shrugs.

Cross laughs as he smiles at Nightmare "Still good to eat?"

Nightmare studies his ice cream before nodding and going back to eating it with tiny tiny licks. dust joins them again and Nightmare immediantly looks at him. Killer can spot their tiny Nightlight starting to raise an arm towards Dust but he stops himself and pulls it back.

Luckily, or unluckily, Dust is very observant and saw it right away. He gives the bag to Killer and easily climbs the haystack Nightmare had been sitting on. Dust next pulls Nightmare into his lap without disturbing the ice crema eating process.

Nightmare hums happily and leans back into the hug as a tiny purr starts to leave him.

Killer grins as he leans against the hay stack and looks at the two other monsters, who are staring very intensly at Dust and Nightmare and Killer feels... something protective rise up. still he keeps asmile on his face as he speaks "who are the new fluffballs?"

The bunny smiles brightly "Hey! I am Ellie and this is Dani, we are fellow farmers like Crop. We own a tree farm and cherry farm."

the dog, Dani, nods "Yeah! Crop asked us if we had any spare clothes so we kinda knew some people moved in. it is nice to meet you five!" she smiles brightly.

Killer nods as he keeps his arms crossed and his grin sharp. stop looking at them. stop looking at them. stop looking at-

Horror nods "Nice to... meet friendly faces. We are still...settling..."

Cross helps quickly "As Horror said, we are still getting used to things around here. we are very lucky that Horror and Crop were friends and he was willing to let us stay."

Dani looks curious "I hope you don't mind me asking... why the name change from Sans to Crop?"

Killer freezes as he tries to think but Cross shrugs "Skeleton naming thing. Normally you are named after fonts that we speak in, yes we can see fonts and yes it gets weird and yes it takes magic. We just kinda know the vibe and with magic can see those. You can named after that. problem, we all speak in the same font type. Meaning we all kinda had the same name." he rubs his neck "Two people with the same name you can work around but six gets confusing. So nicknames."

Ellie smiles brightly "Dani and I are the same! We were both named Danielle and when we met we realised this would get annoying. especially when we.. euh... got together together." she giggles "so. we are now Dani and Ellie!"

Dani looks highly amused "Our house voicemail is still, the house of Danielle however. It was too good of a joke to pass up."

Ellie nods and smiles "If you guys need anything or help let us know. We have a lot of leftover stuff from our own moving and getting settled and saved everything we could." She looks at Nightmare and Dust again and smiles "And can I jsut say the tiny one is adorable." she looks curiously at them all "So... you guys got one?"

Killer feels that portective rage turn into protective and possessive smugness as Dust answers "he is mine. we all work together." and he shrugs at the questioning look.

Cross shakes his skull at the questioning look "That... is rather personal... they prefer not to talk about it."

Killer can see Ellie and Dani share a worried look before both smile reassuring "That is fine. Take it easy okay?" Dani smiles as Ellie nods along.

They continue the small talk for a moment longer before Ellie reminds DAni that they came to get fertilizer and they two walk off hand in hand.

Crop watches them go "That... went very well..."

Horror looks at him amused "Told you."

Crop laughs adn nods "Yeah you were right. You guys totally got this."

They remain there and meet a few more people from town as they wait for Straw to finish getting what Crop and him need for their actual farm.

Killer relaxes in the sun as the day slowly passes.

When they get back Cross will probably force him out of his now sticky shirt. Killer will tease him about wanting to undress him which will make Cross sputter and blush. Killer will end up wearing aclean shirt and probably watch as Dust teaches Nightmare more about math while Horror and Cross help Crop and Straw around on the farm.

Killer hadn't expected this all to go like this but it is nice. it is quiet. and most important, they are all safe.

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All in all? Great success!

I still don't feel like i quite nailed Killer. Killer is a curious character to write as he is very silly but also wickedly smart. mmmmh. but then again this is a drabble. *shrug*

Realistically? If this was a full on chaptered fanfic this would probably be a chapter i had to rewrite a few times. Just to make sure I get Killer's character and behaviour right. But for now it is fine :)

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[jedi-order-apologist]

Reclaimed

It's no less of a knighting to make do with what the circumstances allow. Written for Fandom Empire Mahjong 2024 - Prompt: Family/100 words and Star Wars 100 - Prompt: Knight

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Cal’s knighting was nothing like how he would’ve pictured it as a child. No braid to cut, no Master Tapal, no Jedi Council, not even the almost forgotten comfort of traditional robes, and a red lightsaber above his head, still screaming with the memories of pain that had overwhelmed him only moments ago.

But that lightsaber had been reclaimed, now, away from the cruelty that had been inflicted on its crystal, and it could heal, as he and Cere would - had begun to heal. Their family may no longer have been with them, but a new Jedi Knight lived on.

[apt502-if]

"there's something special about you" with Calliope and MC!

"Where is everyone?"

Cal looks up from their laptop, pushing their reading glasses up to meet your gaze. "Oh, you're home." They look around the living room, empty aside from you both. "I don't actually know."

You snort and throw your things on the kitchen counter before moving to the living room, plopping yourself on the spot next to Cal. With your neck on the back of the couch, you surf the TV absently as Cal does what looks like grading for their class.

"When will they be back?" you ask after a moment of silent.

"Uh..." Cal shrugs a shoulder. "Don't know, why? Hot date with one of them?"

You scoff out a laugh and turn your cheek to meet their eyes. "Seriously?"

Cal frowns a little. They don't do anything for a moment. Then they close their laptop and set it aside, turning their head similarly to yours to face you. "What?"

"What you just implied," you say, waving a hand. "Dating one of the roommates." Cal gives you a weird look, appearing confused over your words. "As if that'll ever happen," you clarify.

"Is that so hard to believe?" Cal says, completely sincere. "One of the roommates liking you?"

You roll your lips together and try not to think about it. The question feels like inching towards dangerous territory, especially considering your mind can't help but think of one roommate in particular. One that is completely off limits.

"Yes," you finally answer. "I mean, look at Rainn--" You stop and clear your throat. "They dumped me."

They make a disgruntled noise in their throat and turn away, gingerly grabbing the remote from your hand. "Rainn is an idiot."

You quirk a brow.

"They are!" Cal says. "And...both A and L would also be idiots if they didn't see..." Cal's face twists. Their cheeks turn a bright red.

"See what?" you joke, trying to ignore such an odd reaction. Definitely trying to ignore the way your body reacts to it. "See that there's something special about you."

Your eyes widen. Cal looks at you, wanting to see your reaction, and you realize now how close you two are. Your entire side touches theirs: shoulders and legs and if you move any closer, hands and lips.

Cal must be thinking the same, because their eyes flicker to your mouth quickly before they look away with a hard swallow.

And then they ruin it.

Cal stands with superhuman speed. They do it so quickly that you have to jump back, and they keep their head down, their fingers fiddling with the hem of their shirt.

"Cal?"

"I...need to make a phone call," they say quickly, and then rush out of the living room.

What...the hell just happened?

[creative-frequency]

DAY 5: Inquisitor Cal Kestis x Reader: 39. “Oh no, you are not dragging me into this.”

The solitary evening is as perfect as it can get on Nur – a mug of hot beverage, soft pillows and warm blankets, and most importantly, a good book. The chime of the doorbell takes you by surprise as it should be way too late for anyone to need your attention. It’s your day off, after all. One of the few you’re allowed to have just because it’s your birthday.

With a groan, you toss the book away and stomp off to open the door.

“Yes?” You don’t bother hiding your irritation as you speak into the intercom.

“It’s me.”

Ice floods through you, followed by an instant wave of warm tingles.

“J-just a moment!” You spin around in mild panic and run off to check yourself in the mirror. ‘It’s ironic how much you’ve come to care about your looks in the presence of this particular person.

When you finally open the door, Inquisitor Cal Kestis, the Eleventh Brother, is leaning on the opposite wall in the narrow corridor. He looks so out of place in the maintenance staff living quarters.

“Sorry to make you wait,” you breathe out in a tangled sentence and gulp as you meet his eyes.

“No worries.”

Cal takes a careful, inspecting look all over your body, pausing on your night shirt. You realise you have nothing underneath it and swallow. It’s not exactly the first time you’ve been in less than full uniform in his presence, but just the notion makes your heart beat a little faster.

Cal pushes off the wall and you make room for him to step inside your room. He saunteers further in as if he owns the place, just like always.

“What’s up?” you ask, barely reining in the tremble of anticipation threatening to take over your voice. You have absolutely no idea what he could want this time.

Cal doesn’t reply at first, only continuing to rake his gaze all over you and you start to wonder what he is really after.

“Cal?” you ask softly.

“You’ve got the next week off, right?” he asks so casually that you just know he is up to something.

Your brows scrunch. There must be a misunderstanding. “No, just tomorrow because it’s my– uh, nevermind. Why?”

“I heard Naboo is beautiful this time of the year.” A smirk sneaks to Cal’s face.

He knows, you realise. He is planning something and as always, you should be worried about how it’s going to end for you. You can’t just take a week off work to go on a picnic around the galaxy, even if it’s with him.

“Oh no,” you back up a few steps, “You’re not dragging me into this.”

“Fine, I’ll persuade you, if you’ll allow me the chance,” Cal says. His smirk widens and once again you’re just floored by the attention 

“I guess I can do that,” you reply.

[stardustandash]

plane drabble fic for @breakfastteatime who requested BD-1 going on a Cal rescue mission, kinda like a reverse of what happens on Ordo Eris. Very fun prompt!!

The ducts are small. Too small for humans, but there’s just enough space for BD-1 to creep through slowly. The Star Destroyer is large, but BD-1 doesn’t need to sleep while he’s on the hunt. All he needs is his Cal back, and maybe to leave something nasty in the ship’s computer. Or blow it up. He’s not feeling particularly picky on that part. He scuttles past a grated opening and overhears an officer complaining about the caf. A left turn brings him over the Stormtrooper barracks. BD almost risks a scan of the armour left abandoned below, knowing it would give them an advantage when he frees his Cal, but stops himself because the glow from the scanner would give him away.

It was only a lucky stun shot from a sniper that downed his Cal in the first place. BD hadn’t been doing his job. That’s why he needs to save his Cal. He snuck onto the transport after the Troopers that hauled Cal away and now he’s sneaking through the vents trying to figure out where the Imperials keep the brig on their ships. The layout so far as followed as logical a set up as an organic can make, If BD-1 keeps going on the path he’s chosen then he should reach the brig and his Cal in no time at all. He turns another corner and comes face to face with a mouse droid. It shrieks, high and shrill, yelling about danger and intruders. BD rears back before beeping at it to shut up. It doesn’t. So BD readies his electric prod in hopes that he can intimidate it into being quiet. The mouse droid flees. BD chases it for a moment, then stops as he watches it bump against the walls of the vent in it’s panic. It probably doesn’t know the way out, BD-1 guesses. The stupid thing likely accidentally wandered in through a missing grate. He lets it run screaming into the depths of the ship. Finding his Cal is the higher priority. Three more turns and BD can finally look down through a grate and see the telltale red glow of a ray-shield. He’s found the brig at last. The excitement is cut by the fact that at least four stormtroopers are stationed in the small hub. But BD-1 can be patient, despite what all the organics who live on the Mantis might say. He watches, zooming in on the computer readouts as the troopers flick through various displays. Apparently there’s a rather volatile ugnaught in one of the cells, along with a host of people who probably did a fat lot of nothing to get on the Empire’s bad side. Then, at last, they switch to a readout for human male - Jedi, and BD has him. It’s a short hop over to the proper grate with slats so thin he can’t see through it, but he knows his Cal is on the other side. The grate falls away with a clatter and BD-1 hops down into the cell with the help of his boosters. His Cal lies on his side facing away from BD. The sound of the grate falling didn’t send him into full alert, which is worrying. With a quick scan BD-1 can tell his Cal is physically okay and his breathing pattern indicates unconsciousness. The Imperials must have drugged him or keep stunning him. Well, BD knows one surefire way to wake someone up. He loads a stim and primes it to launch and gets out his electric prod. His Cal doesn’t have time to lie around when they have an escape to make. Five minutes and several expletives later, BD-1 is back in his favourite spot on his Cal’s back, getting treated to the view of him ripping apart the brig with the Force. This Star Destroyer won’t know what hit it.

[dollfaceksj]

I keep making scenarios in my head about how yoongi will react to taes message😭 can't wait to see what actually happens

hehehehehe

can’t afford love | myg (m) #24

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your thumb almost instantaneously locks your phone again

and your eyes travel up to peek at his

but he’s not even looking at you, just walks towards the kitchen to start the dishes

you quietly sigh and rub your forehead

talk about bad timing

you follow him into the kitchen

“it’s not what you think,” is all you can get yourself to say

he shrugs his shoulders with a slight shake to his head

“yoongi,” you mumble as you close the distance between you two

he turns to look over his shoulder at you. “why are you still entertaining him?”

you blink at him in confusion. “i haven’t heard from him in days, what are you talking about?”

he redirects his focus to the dishes and just keeps doing them

you sigh quietly. “does it bother you?”

he says, “no, you can do whatever you want, obviously. you’re single, aren’t you?”

“don’t be like this,” you say under your breath, leaning against the counter next to the sink where he’s standing

“like what?” he says. now he’s trying to sound unbothered, you can hear the shift in his tone

“yoongi, stop.” you take the sponge from him and wrap your fingers around his wrist to bring his hand directly under the stream of tap water to rinse the soap before turning the lever

he turns to look at you and you pull him towards you

he lets you but you can still feel him being tense

he adds, “it’s whatever. he’s just jarring.”

you chuckle at his wording. “what has he ever done to you?”

he stares at you and tilts his head to the side

you avoid his eyes, just busying yourself with brushing his hair out of his eyes

“being the reason why i didn’t take you against a wall in that restroom during joon’s ceremony.”

now he’s being ridiculousssss

you shake your head. “that was because of my dress. has nothing to do with him.”

“no? you weren’t rushing to go chat with him again? didn’t make it clear to him that i was just your ex-husband?” he starts pulling you closer by your waist

damn.

you did actually do that😭

“uh,” you start, already feeling the urge to lie to him bubble up the back of your throat.

he shakes his head. “i get it. you were annoyed, weren’t you?”

hm?

“annoyed?”

“yeah. because of yuna.”

oh.

you’d forgotten about yuna

“oh.” you glance up into his eyes and he’s staring straight at you. “yeah. i guess so.”

he slowly nods his head. “at least you know nothing’s happening between me and yuna because she’d rather do you. like your photoboy.”

you frown at this. “what?”

a dry chuckle leaves his mouth. “what are you confused about?”

“what are you talking about?”

“you think men text women ‘hey beautiful’ without hoping to fuck her at some point?”

you blink at him a few times

like mentioned before

you were never really in the dating pool

because you got with yoongi when you were pretty young

so you’re not sure how men text when they want something

you’re better at reading them in real life

you can’t say there wasn’t flirtatious energy when you spoke with taehyung though

he’s not done though. “men only want one thing, alright?”

what???

“doesn’t that apply to you too?” you inquire, a deep frown on your brows

“all i want is for my life to go back to normal.”

…

huh?? what is he on about?

“but you need to heal first.” he finishes his rant by planting a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling his hands away from your body and returning his attention to the dishes

you just watch him this time, dumbfounded

just as you part your lips to say something, you hear your doorbell ring

you snap out of your trance and head towards the front door

as you open up, you see your mother standing there, holding jun

and jun’s holding a biscuit

“my baby,” you coo as you reach for him and he immediately jumps into your arms

you hug him tightly, kissing his chubby cheeks

your mom enters your home and closes the door behind her before starting heading into the kitchen

wait

wait

WAIT

YOONGI’S THERE

you lied to her about it in the beginning but it’s still embarrassing!!!!

“wa-wait!” you turn to look at her. “where are you going?”

she frowns and then glances down at her hand. “i got a few juiceboxes for jun. i’m just gonna put them in the fridge.”

“oh! i’ll do that.” you put jun down

“spend time with your son. i can put a few juiceboxes in the fridge. do i look like a moron?” she rolls her eyes and starts heading into the kitchen

well…. fuck.

“oh.”

you can hear the surprise in her voice

ohhhh gooodness.

you walk with jun towards the kitchen.

“okay. interesting,” is all she says as she puts the juiceboxes back

yoongi looks extremely awkward

and his cheeks + ears turning a shade of crimson isn’t helping at all

“goodmorning, ma.” he nods at her

“morning, yoongi.” she nods back and scratches the back of her head. “well, i’m gonna get going. need to work.”

without even saying bye, your mom has sprinted out your home

so typical of her

you don’t even wanna know what’s going through her mind atp

you shake your head before glancing down at the gremlin by your feet

“daddy,” he says as he runs up to him

yoongi dries his hands and picks him up. “my boy,” he coos, tickling his sides

jun just giggles and shows his father the spiderman toy that he got

yoongi pretends to be interested and you just stare at this scene in front of you

and you hear a crack

but that crack is coming from inside of your own body

you soon realize it’s your heart

because now you understand what yoongi meant when he said he wanted his life to go back to normal.

to be continued

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mini-fic 3! Cere POV. linguist!Cal, Mantis Crew as Family, Merrin & Cal bonding 1.2k words

“This one?”

Cal squints at it for half a second, says “yes,” then looks back down.

“What about this one?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t even look!”

“Greez, that’s the third time you’ve shown me that one.”

“No, it – oh, wait, haha, yeah it is. Okay. Let me see….”

Cere watches in fond amusement as Greez goes back to the shelves. Merrin comes over with a tome from deeper within the city library and angles it in a way Cal can look at it without straining his neck. His expression brightens and he takes it, running his fingers over the edges and corners.

There’s a slight twist in the Force that Cere’s beginning to learn means he found an echo. She has to focus pretty hard to feel it so she only pays it enough attention to be sure Cal’s not about to fall into anything nasty – not that she can do anything about it if he does, but she likes to be prepared – and tunes back into the softly murmured conversation between Merrin and Cal.

The Nightsister looks absolutely delighted at having found something in a language Cal doesn’t recognize, all quiet pride and subtle preening. Cere hides a smile behind her hand. Adorable. Cal flips the tome open and the two of them duck heads, Cal underlining a few words with his finger and saying something that Merrin repeats. He shakes his head and says it again. Her face twists in thought as she sounds it out before giving it voice and he nods rapidly, grinning. She smiles back, one of those small soft ones that pops up whenever it’s just her and Cal.

Cere is just about to go back to her own readings when Greez arrives, BD-1 whirling on his shoulder, a book held over his head in triumph.

“Ha! Try this on for size!”

Cal takes the book carefully. “I know this one,” he tells Greez, who groans in disappointment. “But, oh wow.” He flips through a few pages, lips moving as he reads the text silently to himself. “I can’t believe they have a book written in pre-Reformation Gwyrdd’tafodi. Do you know how rare that is? When they switched over, they deliberately destroyed all they could! An archivist hid this away for a hundred years in order to get it safely off the planet. It kept getting passed down the family line until one of them got passage on a ship.”

Greez crosses one set of arms, his free hands on his hips. He watches Cal fondly as the young Jedi’s excitement grows with every page flip. “You know, I would’ve never pegged you as such a gigantic nerd.”

“Jedi were scholars and peacekeepers before they were soldiers,” Cere says quietly. A hush falls on the group. Cal ducks down, shoulders hunching, eyes kept resolutely on the page though it’s obvious he’s not reading a single word. She smiles and adds lightly, “We’re all nerds.”

Cal laughs first, tinged with grief and legitimate delight. He tucks the book Greez brought under the one Merrin showed him, which makes Merrin throw Greez a smirk and for the latero to throw his crossed arms up in the air in a huff. Cere rolls her eyes fondly and catches Cal’s gaze. He grins, unrepentant, enjoying whatever contest is going on between their friends. It gets Cal more books without him getting up, so he’s not going to stop them.

Greez’s frustration is amusing to watch, especially when he snatches BD from scanning the book Cal has open so he can co-opt the droid’s database to help find a language Cal doesn’t know. It’s not helping. BD-1’s database might be filled with years and years of history and culture but knowing the intimate details of a language instead of just a simple dictionary is completely different.

Merrin listens to Cal read out loud for a few minutes, humming at all the right moments, but obviously thinking hard about something. Cere gives up on reading her book and focuses on the two of them, curious as to what’s going to happen next.

“How many languages do you know?”

Cal’s teeth click he stops talking so fast. “I don’t know,” he admits with a shrug. “Sometimes I don’t even realize I know a language until I see or hear it again. Sometimes not even then! It doesn’t always register it as a different language. It’s just…words I understand.”

She tilts her head, expression intense. “Could you learn Dathomiri?”

He grins and quips something in the smokey, gritty sounding language of Dathomir. Merrin’s eyes widen, and then, suddenly, they glimmer with a wetness both Cere and Cal pretend they don’t see.

Knuckles pressed to her lips, she breathes a very quiet, “oh,” before clearing her throat and adding roughly, “Your accent is terrible.”

“Is it though?” Cal asks smugly.

Merrin scowls. “I will teach you more…if you want to learn.”

Cal’s expression softens. “I would love to. Thank you for sharing it with me.” He adds something in Dathomiri at the end that has Merrin abruptly turning back to their shared book, expression pained and grieving.

Cere nudges the Nightsister with a tendril of the Force and gets a small smile in response. They don’t share the same bond as Jedi do, but theirs is enough for Cere to believe her. She settles back in her chair, musing on what her life has become, sharing a bond with a Nightsister, before she shrugs it off and fully intends on finally going back to her reading with Merrin and Cal’s back-and-forth as a background noise.

Except Greez comes back again, the book he carries is much thinner than any of the ones stacked around Cal like a barrier. BD-1 clicks excitedly and Greez is grinning smugly as he waves the book in the air.

“Did you know this place has an unknown language section? Guess who found it!” he all but brags. Merrin frowns, nose wrinkling while Cal laughs brightly and holds out a hand for the book.

Greez slaps it in his hand, earning a scandalized look from one of the librarians. Merrin and Cere laugh as he hunches down with quick apologies. Cal inspects the book carefully. If there are any echoes, they’re soft and quick. He grins.

“Congratulations, Greez, I don’t know this one.”

The latero cheers silently, all four arms thrown up in victory.

Merrin rolls her eyes. “You still lost. I found one first.”

Cal hums. “Best two out of three? This place is open for another five hours.”

The two of them exchange looks for a full second before Merrin jumps out of her chair and rushes into the depths of the library. Greez yelps and follows her as fast as he can without running. Cere hides her face, as though that will keep people from realizing they’re with her. Cal laughs, covering his mouth with his book. His eyes peek over, glittering in mirth. He pulls the book away, and holds it to his cheek, leaning in like he has a secret. Cere can’t help but lean in to hear it.

“I already know the language,” he admits.

Cere blinks at him then laughs loudly – nearly getting them kicked out of the library.

[fic--writer]

A surprise for Rolan

Tav and Rolan have a complicated relationship. He wants a quiet life, and she still longs for adventure. One day, endless arguments lead Tav to go on a journey. She has been away from the tower for six months, but circumstances force her to visit the tower's master again.

"Oh! Is that you? Of course it's you!" - Rolan slams the door in her face, not wanting to see her again. She had caused him too much pain. He thought he'd been abandoned and now she dares to show up unannounced.

"Please, please open the door. I have something to tell you." - Tav sighed regretfully and crouched down against the closed door. - "Okay, I'll just wait here until you're choking on book dust in your damn office."

Fifteen minutes later, the infernal screaming subsided and the door was ajar.

"Rolan, all I'm asking is that you listen to me. And... I have a surprise for you..."

"Zurgan! Tav, I'm not interested in your handouts. I literally begged you not to leave me, but your stupid adventures were more important to you. More important than me, more important than everything we've built and achieved, more important than our..."

She knew there was no stopping his tirade. She knew he was right, she knew how unfairly she'd hurt him. And so, without further explanation, she threw her baggy cloak to the ground. The buckle of his belt clanked on the floor and the Archmage looked back at the sound.

His face changed in an instant. He saw what he thought was his ex-girlfriend in a very interesting position. She carried the little troglodyte inside her. And he could count too fast in his head to realize that she was carrying HIS troglodyte.

He went over to her and put his hand on her round belly. Why hadn't she told him before? Was she afraid of him, thinking he would reject her? There was a wall of misunderstanding in their relationship, but this...

"That's the surprise, isn't it, Tav?" - Rolan still couldn't take his eyes off her new form.

"So you like it?" - She didn't know what to ask.

"Do i like it? You know, I love my family, unlike ... Oh, shit." - he paused and offered her a chair.

"I want to call her Lora" - Tav announced as she sat down in the chair. - "Just so you know, before she rips my body apart with her horns."

"What?! Tieflings aren't born with horns, they grow them after birth." - Rolan laughed nervously, pouring her tea. He tried to hide his fear behind that laugh, but it would take him some time to get used to the idea of having a daughter. His daughter.

"That's all right, we'll fill in the gaps in your education, ignoramus. But I have to wonder if you're planning to have a baby and leave it here with me, Lia and Cal and go off on your own adventures?"

"I'd like to grow she here, with you in the tower, if you don't mind." - Tav sipped her drink and crossed her arms over her bulging belly.

"You didn't think I'd kick out the mother of my child, did you?"

"I don't even know if you've got someone..."

"Oh, you'd know for sure if you'd written me a one damn letter!" - He burst out again.

A strange noise and fiddling was heard in the hallway. And the Archimage went to investigate.

Outside the door, Lia grabbed him by the collar and huffed:

"I don't care what you had going on before. From now on, I forbid you to hurt her. You hear me, you red-ass bastard?" - she shook him like a mother cat to a careless kitten.

"Ouch, easy!" - he whined.

"Be fucking civil, Daddy." - Cal added, tugging on his tail and shoving him back into the office.

A chilled Rolan went over to Tav and hugged her:

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, for the love of all the gods, I have no idea how hard this has been for you." - His mind was back and he knelt down beside her, pulled up her blouse and kissed her belly. Not because he was afraid of his brother and sister, but because he wanted to do it himself.

And he never again reminded her of that not-so-easy time in their lives.

Inspired by this art.

[kanerallels]

For the Christmas drabble thingy: MERRICAL & MISTLETOE

Since you were the first to send me an ask, you get an early answer! Most of these I'll probably answer during December sometime, depending on how many I get. (also, since I answered it early, you can send another one if you want! I don't have many asks at the moment lol)

Send me a ship and something Christmas-y and I'll write you a ficlet!

“So you really never celebrated Life Day on Dathomir?” Cal asked as he rummaged through a box of decorations.

“No,” Merrin said, eyeing the string of lights she was holding dubiously. “It was not a customary holiday.”

“Well, you’re going to love it,” Cal assured her. “It’s pretty popular in the Core world these days— and judging by the amount of decorations Greez has here, it’s pretty popular with these guys.” Selecting a small bundle of greenery, he frowned at it. “Greez, why do you have mistletoe?”

“It’s tradition, Kestis!” their pilot shouted from the cockpit. “Don’t scoff at tradition. Put it up over the doorway.”

“Okay, but I’m not kissing you.”

As Cal climbed to the top of the step ladder he’d located and began affixing it to the door frame, Merrin strolled over to study the plant. “What is this mistletoe?”

“It’s a plant from some Outer Rim world,” Cal explained, pinning it in place. “The tradition is, if two people end up underneath it together, they have to kiss, or it’s bad luck.”

“A good way to make the holidays awkward,” Cere chimed in from the kitchen, where she was settling mini bouquets of holly here and there with BD-1’s help.

Cal laughed, hopping down from the ladder. “I guess so. How does it look?”

“Good, I think,” Merrin replied from next to him, and Cal glanced at her. She met his gaze, a frown crossing her face. “Are we under the mistletoe?”

Cal’s eyes widened. “Oh. Yeah, I guess we are.”

“Hmm.” Merrin looked thoughtful for a moment, then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “We don’t want bad luck. On Dathomir, such things are to be avoided.”

As she headed to where Cere was watching with amusement, Cal watched her go. “Uh— yeah,” he said. “Seems… like a good move.”