#Let cal take a nap

[miketownsends]

Cal’s catching AGAIN? i was SURE they were gonna give him the day off bc it’s a day game after a night game and he’s been catching all week and has gotten beat to shit but ok

[shiyorux]

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters when you faint —

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Picks you up and walks around with you like that on their shoulder all day. (Glares at anybody who questions or even looks at it.)

If you somehow fainted throughout the day, and happened to be around them, they’d definitely take the oppurtunity to just throw you over their shoulder and call it a day. Then would proceed to walk through the whole day with you on their shoulder.

Of course, eventually they’d drop the monotone facade and get a little concerned when you don’t wake up, as they had been under the impression that you’d just exhausted yourself and needed a long good nights rest.

“Brat? Why aren’t you waking up?” He has to check that you’re actually breathing and not dead for a minute, then gets annoyed when you just don’t want to wake up.

“Wake up, don’t leave me here brat.”

GETO SUGURU, Toji Fushiguro, RYOMEN SUKUNA, Naoya Zenin,

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Takes a picture of you on snapchat with all sorts of funny filters and sends it to your friends. (They save it too.)

You were probably lounging on the couch with them for whatever reason out of boredom. Maybe you were watching some random movie or tv-series that they had found and wanted to show you, or you were just hanging out.

Or you could've just have been at Jujutsu Tech doing absolutely nothing.

But you were so exhausted from your last mission that you ended up fainting and falling asleep where you sat. And all they did was find it funny, then quietly grab their phone and snap tons of pictures of you, occasionally leaning your head back so they could get a good shot of your face.

So the moment you woke up, your phone was getting spammed with people sending you text messages. Some were trying to jokingly warn you that you were being taken photos of, and some of them were just replies to your story.

Well it's safe to say you're never taking a nap beside them again. (They totally saved all of the photos.)

GOJO SATORU, Yuji Itadori, KINJI HAKARI, Mahito if he had a phone,

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Grabs a blanket and tucks you in, doesn’t matter where you are.

The title pretty much states it.

This one also heavily applies to Higuruma, like, the man took a bath in a tub with CLOTHES on... (and in a courtroom aswell???)

This probably takes place when you're fighting curses with them (or sorcerers for that sake)

You faint and their immediate instinct is to make you comfortable whatever place you have decided to leave your consciousness at. They're not entirely sure if they're really allowed to move you around without your consent so they just refrain from doing so, and instead just give you a blanket.

Because, the rubble isn't exactly a comfortable place to be sleeping, right?

But they might have to explain to you when you wake up why you're tucked in a blanket in the middle of rubble and blood. (they were making sure the curses weren't gonna eat you)

CHOSO KAMO, Todo Aoi, Hiromi Higuruma,

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Gives you an icepack, because they don’t know what else to do.

Okay lets be honest here, they would panic. Like panic. Like, at first they don’t know what to do. One moment you’re standing with them the next you’re on the floor sleeping.

But the only thing they can wrap their heads around is that something might be wrong with you, so they give you an icepack. Nothing like, maybe carrying you to the infirmary because fainting suddenly definitely isn’t weird, but no. They do that. It doesn’t even have to be them giving you anything, they just stand there, speechless, not knowing what to do.

Poor Inumaki might panic more than the rest and accidently knock himself out too.

TOGE INUMAKI, Hajime Kashimo, Kokichi Muta,

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Actually carries you to an infirmary because they are genuinely concerned for your health.

This might've happened while you were on a mission, or when you were just around them outside of Jujutsu work.

You were just casually sitting next to them, doing your thing when you suddenly fainted on their shoulder. In the start they panicked a little bit but they quickly calmed down and realized it might be the best idea to get you some help.

Because, what if you have some disease??

But their worries were turned down when they were told you just weren't watching on how much you were drinking.

Now they won't stop telling you to go drink something. (they have ptsd)

YUTA OKKOTSU, Megumi Fushiguro, KENTO NANAMI,

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Honorable mentions:

Kenjaku would either ignore you or just straight up let you do your thing and faint. He wouldn’t bother to disturb you either when you’re sleeping. But he’d probably watch you. (maybe throw you into a river and see what happens but ykyk)

:3

Omg i posted???

[breakfastteatime]

Cal wakes up from a nap. Oops, fell asleep on the couch again. He's so dozy, so comfy, maybe he'll drift off again and...

Wait.

Something feels different about his head. He stirs, brushing the blanket pulled up to his chin.

"Shhh. Go back to sleep." It's Merrin. She must be sitting next to his head. "I am not finished yet."

Her fingers are in his hair, brushing through and separating small handfuls into trios. The feeling is familiar, a distant memory from so long ago. He feels himself relaxing. "Why're you braiding my hair?" he asks, although it sounds more like "whyybraidnmuhheyh?"

Somehow, Merrin interprets his mushy words. "It is shiny. And pretty."

"S'not."

"Oh, yes, it is." There's a gentle tug as she deftly braids. "Fiery. Like my magicks."

"S'green."

"Hush, Cal. Let me finish."

Cal zones out, drifting into memories of Master Tapal patiently plaiting his braid, tying it off with the finest of thread. It never seemed possible for someone with such huge hands, and yet Master Tapal managed it every time. Sometimes he would tug on it to get Cal's attention. Other times, if he couldn't grab the hood of Cal's robes fast enough, he'd grab Cal's braid instead, and that never failed to bring Cal to a sudden and complete halt - usually before he wandered into traffic in the Brave's landing bay. He smiles at the memories, at the warmth, the tradition, the simplicity.

Merrin probably isn't going in for simplicity. Maybe he'll look like Cere did in that echo he picked up from Trilla's lightsaber. She looked so awesome with her hair like that. Could he grow his hair out that long? His pictures it - autumn reds, oranges and golds trailing all the way down his back, tied in intricate braids...

...who is he kidding? He'd sling it back in a ponytail and be done with it.

He giggles to himself.

"You are strange, Cal," Merrin tells him.

She has no idea.

A few minutes later, Merrin's fingers pull away. "Done. You may wake up. BD? You can come and look now."

Familiar feet tippy-tappy their way over. BD gives a long, slow beep of awe, and then the light of his scanner shines through Cal's eyelids.

Pretty, BD declares.

"I am not pretty," Cal grumbles.

"You are. You are a pretty princess," Merrin says. "BD, quick, make a recording."

"Excuse you, I'm no princess, I am a queen," Cal corrects.

"Forgive us, Your Majesty," Merrin says.

Curiosity wins and he opens his eyes, sits, frees his hands from the blanket, and explores his head. What he finds is a series of small, tight braids encircling his head - much like a crown. He leans forward and catches a glimpse of his reflection on the table. "Huh."

"You like it?" Merrin asks. "Cere explained to me how to do it, but it is easier to practice on somebody else."

"I do like it," Cal says. "It's really practical. Keeps it out of my eyes, too."

The hatch opens. Cere and Greez board the ship, both carrying several grocery bags. Cere clocks Cal first, nodding in approval. Greez does a double-take, puts down his bags, and moves in for a closer inspection.

"Well?" Cal asks, moving his head to really show it off.

"I love it!" Greez gushes. "I mean I really love it. I want it. I want that style right now."

"When you have more hair, I will teach you how," Merrin says.

He grins. "It's a deal. You heard it here, folks, Greezy is officially growing his hair out."

[animatedjen]

The Best Movie Versions of Jedi: Fallen Order

As someone who has made too many videos about these games, figured I'd share my favorite "movie" editions of Fallen Order. It's the best way to meet the Mantis crew and experience Cal's journey if you don't have a gaming PC/console or want to relive the adventure in a condensed format. Also a great resource for making edits!

STAR WARS Jedi: Fallen Order - Movie Edition by MovieEditionGames

[2K, no HUD, YT CC captions available] My favorite viewing option for FO. It includes relevant gameplay mixed in with cutscenes, along with custom camera shots that showcase the environments during traversal. Clean music transitions and intentional character movement elevate it even further.

Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order (The Movie) by Andy Gilleand

[4K HDR, letterboxed, no HUD, YT CC captions available] A very close second for FO viewing. The high-res, detailed textures really showcase how beautiful this game is. Along with relevant gameplay blended with cutscenes, this version also includes chapter markers to find different sections more easily.

Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order - Game Movie by Video Game Player

[4K 60FPS, letterboxed, no HUD, no captions] Another 4K option with chapter markers (this time with on screen titles!) but doesn't use HDR.

STAR WARS: JEDI FALLEN ORDER All Cutscenes (Cal Mod) by Gamer's Little Playground

[4K 60FPS, includes HUD and in-game captions] Cal takes a nap and wakes up with a beard! If you want to revisit the story with a new look, here's a good option.

Hope this helps! As of now I have not found a comparable version for Jedi Survivor. There are cutscene-only options and full 13-17 hour gameplay options, but nothing in between. If you have seen one let me know! Otherwise I may try to make it myself, eventually.

[header photo from u/D3athtroop3r on Reddit]

[pacifymebby]

Cal / Sleepiest Girl In The World

🪻warnings: drug use, reader is a stoner, slight nsfw in places, somno right at the end and I've put a warning before it so you can read the rest and just stop before it x🪻

🪻There isn't a single place in the world you couldn't fall asleep, Cal knows that by now, having found you napping in some truly ridiculous places (across the bonnet of someone else's car, on a picnic bench at the side of a race track where there were bikes being revved right next to you! On the bedroom floor even though your bed was literally right there for the taking...)

🪻You've slept through races, through fights, through stunts you wished you hadn't slept through. The fight at that picnic over Milwaukee? Yeah, you were napping.

🪻And whenever you're found napping at the back of the club anyone who finds you always gets Cal.

🪻once you fell asleep on the pool table because you'd lay on your back on it for only a moment just to look at the ceiling light swaying in the breeze, and drifted off... Your little legs dangling over the side, your socked feet swaying in the breeze too. You'd looked so pretty and peaceful he hadn't wanted to disturb you, couldn't even be mad at you for risking damaging the table, and he'd picked you up as gently as he could and carried you somewhere more suitable for sleeping.

🪻He doesn't mind that it's always him though, in fact he thinks it's adorable how sleepy you always seem to be. You're his sleepy sleepy girl and he is head over heels for you.

🪻 Danny's never really successfully interviewed you, it doesn't help that you're a little shy, but every tape he's ever run of you is littered with your little yawns, you all, "I'm sorry Danny don't know why I'm so sleepy today..." And then someone else in the background, usually Corky, "don't listen to her Danny, she knows exactly why she's so "sleepy" today..." Followed by the guys sniggering and scuffling.

🪻You've barely ever got your eyes open in the photographs he takes of you either, he's always trying to capture your peaceful, dreamy nature but all he really ends up with is a collection of photographs of you sleeping against Cal's shoulder whilst he talks about his bike.

🪻It was always obvious you were Cal's girl, even long before you were Cal's girl, the two of you just fitted together so well, made so much sense. You were so laid back, so calm, so happy to just sit and listen to the world going round (or Cal talking on and on about bikes and his bike and all the things he was going to do to it next) you would often choose to sit near him at picnics so that you would have an excuse not to talk, so that you could rest your cheek on your knees and shut your eyes, enjoy the warmth of the sun on your back through your jacket and let the sound of his drawling low voice and the warm afternoon lull you.

🪻 And when the guys would start teasing him telling him he was boring you to sleep you wouldn't have to say anything, you'd just smile at him from where you sat, waiting for permission, and he would nod you over and let you rest your head in his lap, let him place his joint between your lips for you to take a drag as he returned to his talking and you returned to his listening.

🪻None of the other guys ever made a pass at you unless it was specifically with the intention of winding Cal up... Because even if you weren't officially his girl, he already thought of you as his, he could see how made for one another you were, and he was protective of you...

🪻Your sleepy, sweet, a little shy nature made you an easy target for the boys teasing and games, they liked to try and make you blush, embarrass you or trick you (because in truth you were also very gullible). It always took you that second longer to work out when they were talking shit or when you were the butt of one of their jokes and Cal would always rise to the role of your defender, throwing an empty bottle at whoever he thought needed settling down. Offering you solace in his arms or on the back of his bike when you needed an escape from the middle of another joke.

🪻Cal was always warning the other guys not to give you too much of their pot but they'd only ever roll their eyes at him, call him a square and offer you more... Because you're an adorable stoner, the way you get all giggly and pliable. The way your shimmer shadowed eyes glisten as they grow heavy and hooded.

🪻Sometimes the Corky and Wahoo liked to pinch something from your hair or your back pocket, steal your sunglasses and play piggy in the middle with you... Because you're smaller than them, because you get this giggle on you when you've had a smoke that is so sweet and contagious all the boys love to hear it, because you sound so cute when you get tired and you start whining at them to "quit it!" "Leave me alone, give it back!"

"Well which is it doll you want us to leave you alone or give it back?"

"Corkyyyyy! Give!"

🪻Well Cal doesn't want to hear you whining anyone's name but his and so of course he jumps up and joins in, catches your sunglasses and sidles up to you, his own teasing grin on his face when he offers you them and snatches them away at the last second. Only he has ever been allowed to tease you. He holds them up just out of your reach making you jump for them, keeps it up until he's heard you whine his name too. Then he's happy. Grins and tells you to ask nicely.

"Where's your manners baby doll, man I thought you was sophisticated..."

🪻 He'll make you say please, Cal, and when you do he places your sunglasses back on your face over your eyes and holds your cheeks in his palms. He's definitely going to leave a grease stain or two behind but when you stand on your tiptoes to thank him with a kiss to his cheek you leave your lipstick stain on him in return.

🪻 Back then when you started to get sleepy (you were always the first to fall asleep but never had the sense to call it a night and go home) you would find somewhere quieter to curl up and shut your eyes. You'd take a picnic blanket and find the shade of a tree, or sometimes less conventional places, and you would drift to sleep. Cal didn't really like it, you just wandering off, sleeping alone at meetings or picnics because although he knew most the guys there would never lay a finger on you, he didn't know all the guys, and he certainly didn't trust all the guys.

🪻So he always had one eye on you and he was always looking to keep you safe, he'd always make a point of telling Johnny when he saw you wander off, so that he'd know to look out for you too. And Johnny would always say the same stupid thing, with the same shit eating grin, "if you're bothered so much where she sleeps Cal why don't you ask her to sleep with you."

🪻But back then you were only friends...

🪻Now things are a little different... Now when you get sleepy at a meeting or a picnic all you have to do is come find him (not that you're ever particularly far away from him) he can tell just by looking at you what you need and he opens his arms up for you before you've even had to ask.

🪻 "There she is my sleepyhead, those boys been letting you smoke too much?" He teases, his low drawl luring you in. You're too sleepy to talk but his teasing makes you blush when you shake your head and try to deny being stoned. "C'mere doll," he says gathering you up in his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you nuzzle into him and he kisses your head meaningfully.

🪻 The guys will try to razz him up about it but Cal doesn't really care, he'll just smirk a little sheepishly when they tell him he's whipped, he'll remind them they're only jealous they ain't got a girl of their own to show off. And fuck has he got a lot to show off about.

🪻Because he's got you with your sleepy smudged eyeliner, charcoal black around your big doe eyes, your long lashes shadowing your cheeks when your dewy eyes flutter shut. The little whimpers and whines you make when you're getting tired and you just want to curl up and sleep... The little whimpers you sometimes make when you are asleep and you're dreaming youre with him. The way you tend to chew your sleeve or suck your thumb when you're tired, how sweet you look with something in your mouth...

🪻You smell divine, this dusty lavender scent, your perfume and your clothes, your long hair, all smell of it. Like the fields in the evening when the air is thick with pollen, this summer night smell which calms and holds him in a trance whenever you walk by and he catches your scent on the breeze.

🪻He loves to bundle you up in his arms, bury his nose in your hair and breathe in that sweet lavendery smell, loves to tickle you with his beard as he smothers you in kisses to make you giggle and wriggle away from him in your sleep. Loves to hold you tighter whenever you do.

🪻He no longer has to worry about where you're going to nap because you always, always come to him. He is your favourite place to nap, in his arms, wearing his t-shirts, nuzzling into his chest.

🪻There's a chair in his garage that's there especially for you because you love sitting listening to him talk away whilst he works on his bike and on the various cars that get sent his way. And there were just one too many occasions that he'd come up from having been tinkering away beneath a car for several hours, only to find that the reason you'd been so quiet was that you'd fallen asleep curled up against the side of the car using his Vandals jacket as a blanket/pillow.

🪻Your peaceful, daydreamy nature has quite a calming effect on Cal... And he's a pretty laidback kinda guy anyway... Well for the most part. He loves lying atop your covers with you, or on the rug sharing a joint and listening to your LPs, youve tried to make him dance with you on a couple of occasions but it's never really dancing because you're so slow and sleepy, it's always you leaning against him, this cute little smile on your face, your eyes closed peacefully as he rocks you gently to the music.

🪻he loves to curl up in a hammock with you out back, or reclining on the bench on your front porch, you tucked between his legs, drifting to sleep against his chest. He can play with your hair and kiss your cheek and close his eyes and drift off alongside you and it's the best sleep he's ever had.

🪻But when he wants to wake you up he's got certain methods, for certain occasions...

🪻when he needs to wake you up at the bar after a meeting when it's time to get you on the back of his bike and ride you home, he likes to tease you, slip your shoes off and tickle your bare feet, his touch making you jump out of your skin and squeal delightfully - the sound really is music to his ears. Especially because he's given you a fright and left you pissed off and flustered all at once. Because he's made you jump you immediately grasp for him, arms thrown around his neck clinging to him for protection. Realising too late that you should be mad at him so that by the time you are and you try to push him away he already has too good a grip on you and he pulls you in tighter, carrying you bridal style, triumphantly out the front door. You giggling and hitting his chest playfully in protest.

🪻When he wants to wake you gently he will prop himself up on his elbow beside you and stroke your hair from your face, lean down to talk all low and gentle in your ear, "Time to wake up baby." He'll kiss your cheek and then your ear, maybe steal a little nibble as he tries to rouse you from your dreams.

🪻Nsfw Below

🪻And when he's feeling a certain kind of way he has a favourite way to wake you up... With lots of soft, teasing caresses, his fingers trailing tickled lines along your thighs, his hands squeezing your ass, or slipping beneath your t-shirt to graze your belly and your breasts. He'll kiss along your neck, whisper teasing lines in your ear, "know you're dreaming about me babydoll... C'mon baby open your eyes..."

🪻It is of course entirely consensual and he would never try anything with you you hadn't already talked about. Cal adores you and would never do anything to you he wasn't completely certain you wouldn't want him to.

🪻And in truth it's your favourite way to wake up... In fact sometimes when you really want him, you'll pretend to be sleeping just to tempt him into trying to tease you... And sometimes when you've woken up to his gentle touch on your skin, you'll keep your eyes closed and try to hide your smile hoping he'll take things further and push the boundaries... You're not a very good actress however and you always give yourself away with a moan or a needy, sleepy little whine.

[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.”

[live-laugh-lenney]

Here for something with Mr Lenney pls🙏🏼

Spent the evening binging his react to Love Island vids and now just wanna be sat in the sun on holiday with him. Maybe a group holiday with other YouTube lads and they’re all single so it’s reader on a lads holiday essentially but Will does little things like making her breakfast, taking her on little dates away from the lads (particularly if their all hungover from partying the night before), napping together before getting ready for dinner (also together). Idk that’s all just suggestions, I just want Will on holiday, by the ocean and in the sun so I can fulfill my willne and moana dreams at once so do anything you like with that!! ☀️🌺🥥

ohhh, that's so cuteeee! this is definitely someting we can talk more on! the scenario of the boys being on holiday, in any of the stories, has me weak.

she considers herself 'one of the lads'.

the lads consider her as 'one of the lads'.

whenever they hang out, they always made sure to invite her so she didn't feel left out and they always made her feel welcomed into the group by including her in conversations, letting her partake in any of their silly drinking games that they played, and they let their softer side to come out when teasing her - no horrid nicknames that made her feel small or belittled, no taking the piss out of her when she did something or said something that they found funny, no singling her out for their own humour and for the benefit of their out laughter. she was like a little sister to them; and she always felt comfortable and safe around them.

so, of course she was going to be invited to their annual trip abroad.

much to her excitement... and much to will's liking.

four months is how long they'd been secretly 'seeing' each other.

they weren't scared of what their friends would say about them being a couple... if anything, they'd be over the moon knowing that their two friends were finding happiness with each other. they just enjoyed the secrecy of no one having a clue that they were spending time together, alone, on the days that they'd not all hang out together.

sending silly and flirtatious texts every so often when they missed the other, staying over at each other's flats most nights of the week and spending their days off together, going on secret dates in the parts of london they knew they'd never get seen, and keeping calm and very collected when they were out together to not give anything away.

wedged between calfreezy and chip on the flight to croatia, because cal had insisted he had the aisle seat so he could stretch out his legs and chip hadn't been willing to sit anywhere but in the window seat... as much as she wished she was sat beside will, who was in the row of seats to her right and squeezed in between harry and chris, she was happy to have had some peace and quiet and some time away from the geordie accent she'd been listening to for the last twenty-four hours. having stayed at his place the night before they were due to fly from heathrow airport, the two of them insisting it was easier to get picked up from the same place and go together opposed to her being a solo traveler to meet the rest of them at the airport since she lived the furthest away... although, that's what they told the boys... which they were surprised they'd understood as a valid reason.

reev and callux, and theo baker in the middle of them, were sat in the row behind her and she could hear them either talking to a camera as they vlogged their trip away or informing their instagram followers on how they'd pulled the short straw in sitting next to theo for the next few hours. much to her amusement.

once they landed, heading straight to the villa that they'd rented for the next ten days, the lot of them were eager to get settled in before heading out to find a supermarket for their necessities and to scope out the local bars and restaurants that they were going to spend their nights in. all yn wanted was a shower, and her cleansing products, as the plane air felt sticky and gross on her skin.

with their rooms dibsed by the time they walked through the front door, their suitcases and bags thrown on the beds to claim them as their own, it didn't take long for the boys to ready themselves with a spray of their deodorant and a spritz of aftershave and a splash of water to their faces to clear the sweat building from the humidity.

much to yn's appreciation, who wanted the shower first.

she stood in her room once she was feeling fresh, having stood under the shower head from a couple of minutes so she felt cooler and a lot more cleaner, air drying as she rummaged through her suitcase for a more suitable outfit for taking a walk in the twenty-degree heat.

"just give us a text when you're ready. we'll go find a good lunch spot. i think we're all starving," calfreezy's voice echoed around the empty villa and yn couldn't help but pinch her brows together in confusion as to who he was speaking to, "no going to sleep for six hours. the jetlag is nothing."

"you have my word."

it was will's voice that echoed back and there was a tingle in her belly that made her feel weak at the knees. and when the door closed, the voices of the guys trailing off in the distance as they made their way down the main road outside their villa, it wasn't long before she heard his footsteps rushing up the stairs. his shoes scuffing the cool and tiled floor which lined every room in the house.

"what do you reckon? an hour to ourselves before they get suspicious of us?" will questions as he steps foot around the door to her room and sees her standing in her towel, "was hoping to hop in with you, save water and all that."

"you snooze, you lose," yn grins cheekily at him and he rolls his eyes in a dramatised fashion, "i was fine meeting you guys in the town, you know? it's not that far of a walk for me to do by myself in daylight."

"i know but i wanted to keep you company here," he perches himself down on the edge of her bed and watches as she pulls out different articles of clothing to see if they went together, "fancy going out for dinner one night this week? me and you?"

"won't the guys get a bit suspicious if we go off together?"

"i don't really care," he admits and she glances at him, "what?"

"nothing, i just," she sighs softly and sets a pair of denim shorts and a cropped white t-shirt on her bed, pairing it with an oversized shirt that was decorated with stripes that she was going to wear over the top and knot at the front, "i like the sneaking around. the enjoyment and the excitement of almost being caught. all that goes out of the window when they know."

"but we could kiss and hold hands in public," he reminds her and she drops the towel to her feet, her underwear already clinging to her skin having done that when she got out the shower, "we could be a proper couple."

"are we not now?"

"of course we are," he laughs softly, "but i get to show you off. i get to bat away the boys who stare at you and not sit back and get jealous because we have to pretend not to have any feelings whatsoever. i get to brag about you."

the room is filled with silence as she slips her clothes on and finishes off getting ready, pairing her outfit with a pair of nike socks and her comfortable white trainers, but she can't ignore the eyes that watch her from her bed.

"the last night," she suggests, "we'll find a place, we'll dine, we'll wine and we'll come clean to the boys."

"yeah?"

"yeah," she nods and he grins widely, standing to his feet and pressing a kiss to her forehead, "if they find out before then they find out before but... yeah, the last night of our holiday should go out with a bang."

"a bang i can get behind," he smirks and she smacks his arm playfully with the palm of her hand, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry." xx

[usmsgutterson]

Cal, my love, how are you???

If heard your call for Kaz x Reader requests. If LOVE to see what you come up with for Kaz x Grisha!Reader (I'm feeling inferno, squaller, or Durant, but obviously it's up to you!) where the reader gets sicker and sicker from not using their small science! It's such a fascinating concept to me and hardly ever explored!

Back To Normal- K.B x gn! Squaller! Reader

Okay, hi! It's been nearly two weeks since you sent this in and I did write it! Editing it just took me longer than I expected and I woke up after a nap last night to discover that I have a bit of a cold developing so I couldn't edit the remainder of it and post it like I'd hoped, but I got it done today so yay, I hope you like this one!

This concept is one I've never seen a fic for but one I've debated writing a fic around in the past because the concept in and of itself is a really intriguing idea to me, and this gives me an excuse to write it and also an excuse to write a squaller! reader, which I've thought about doing but have never actually done, so I was really excited when I saw this in my inbox! Thank you so much for sending this in, and if it's not exactly what you had in mind, feel free to reach out and let me know, I'll totally rewrite if you'd like lol.

Fic type- hurt/comfort with moments of angst

Warnings- mentions of sickness, frailness, feelings of weakness, heart palpitations, loss of appetite, and there's reference to the second chapter of Six of Crows so slight spoiler warning too for people haven't read the books

As a Grisha, once your abilities to summon the small science were discovered, there were consequences for not summoning. You grew sick, your body grew weak, your bones fragile and you felt frail, even the smallest actions leaving you winded.

It was the universes way of punishing you for not using the gift you'd been given, another show of like calls to like. Refraining from summoning calls to sickness, and summoning calls to health.

You'd read Grisha theory, both in your time at the Little Palace before you left in the last few months before the war and in the time since, in the times wherein you needed something to read and happened upon a book containing Grisha theory and figured it would be good to pass the time.

You knew that you wouldn't last if you didn't summon, but you eventually stopped finding reason to. Nobody in the Dregs knew you were a squaller, and what good did wind do, anyway, unless it was summer and grossly humid as Ketterdam always got when the weather warmed up? You saw no point in using your small science, so eventually, you just stopped.

For a while, the differences weren't really noticeable. You didn't notice them, nobody in the Dregs noticed them, none of the crows did. You hadn't relied on your abilities as a Squaller since you'd lived in Ravka, and before you'd decided to stop, you mostly used them in summer or when Kaz needed a distraction in the middle of a negotiation in the rarer times they'd taken place outdoors, something to put the opposition a little on edge.

But then, they became noticeable. You stopped sleeping quite as comfortably as you used to, spending hours trying to get comfortable, trying to will your mind to quiet. You woke up and took to coffee to keep you awake, often running on between two and four hours to boot.

Because of your tiredness, dark circles developed under your eyes. Your appetite lessened and you grew to be tired all the time, even on a rarer night where your body rested for seven or eight hours. You still relied on the coffee even then, and Nina was beginning to take notice of the fact that you hardly ate.

Kaz had long taken notice of the exhaustion you exhibited even after jobs that you'd always considered pretty easy, ones that didn't require as much effort, as much physical strain, as the bigger heists always tended to.

Jesper had long taken notice of how much coffee you drank, the fact that you always seemed to have jurda on you even in the middle of the day, and Inej noticed it when your pace began to slow, afraid to walk at the pace you normally did because you didn't want to risk heart palpitations.

Wylan was beginning to notice when those heart palpitations kicked in, was the one to grab your hand and look at you, brown eyes silently trying to ask if something was wrong only to receive nothing in response.

One by one, each of the crows noticed something, and still, none of them said a word. They could've been wrong, they knew. All of them acknowledged that they could've been dramatizing things, making things out to be worse than they actually were.

The only one who was sure of the things they'd noticed was Kaz. You were someone who mattered to him. Of course he was going to notice if you were out of sorts. Observance was his pedigree.

So, one day, Kaz showed up at your door. "What's wrong?" He'd asked. "What is wrong with you, Y/N?"

You'd laughed, a lame, tired laugh. You'd barely slept three hours, and the long-term exhaustion was starting to finally have an impact. Kaz's tone was humorless, blunt like the edge of a knife gone too long without being run across a sharpening block.

It was normally gravel, normally coffee grounds being poured into a coffee press, but it was not that, not that day. It was the unsharpened edge of a knife, the voice that did not belong to the man you loved but rather to one they called Dirtyhands.

"What's wrong with me?" You asked. "Nothing, Kaz. Nothing is wrong with me."

"Exhaustion," Kaz said. "You drink coffee and chew jurda near constantly. You sleep hours after jobs that aren't even tiring. You are constantly tired because you can't sleep unless you are at the point wherein your body will die without resting. You get two hours most nights, four, six, on luckier ones. Nina has also noticed that you eat less lately. Wylan says you've been having heart palpitations and Matthias has noticed you zoning out. Why?"

"Why do I feel like that's a rhetorical question?"

"It's not. Stop trying to flirt."

"I'm not trying to flirt," you laughed again, a shallow, hollowed out version of the laugh Kaz recognized. "If I were trying to flirt, you'd know. I would know it was working because your cheeks would be tinged pink, which, of course, is something you'd deny."

Kaz laughed humorlessly once more. "What, are you sick?"

You paused. Some part of you had known he'd guess at that. With that realization came the one that he already knew why you were sick. Inej must've known, must've snooped for Kaz when the trust you shared was still developing. He was Kaz Brekker, and he had to know somehow, didn't he?

"You're a Squaller," he said, the words falling from his lips like they were something he'd forgotten, like the fact that you could summon the wind was something he'd merely heard and disregarded after having deemed it unimportant. "You're a Squaller, and you're one who hasn't summoned for at least six months. Why not?"

"I saw no point," you said. "Let me guess, though, you've known since I came in, since I joined up?"

"I've known since the night we confronted Bolliger about double dealing," Kaz said. "Geels, the negotiations. It was the day before--"

"The day before you came to me with the Ice Court proposition," you said with a nod. "I remember. What tipped you off?"

"The breeze," Kaz said. "It was late winter, and breezes like that are commonplace, sure, but after a bout of rain? Wind like that doesn't just happen. Especially not considering the fact that it nearly tipped Geels over, and Geels was nearly seven feet tall. It gave me something to use in the moment, and I just kind of noticed whenever you'd do it while I was falling short from then on. Nobody else knows."

"Well you'll need to grant me some leniency, Brekker. I stopped summoning because I didn't see a point."

"if the point of summoning is to keep you alive and healthy, I have to say, I see no sensible reason that one would stop," Kaz said. "You're deteriorating. I know you think it can't get any worse, but it can, and it will."

"I know," you said. "Relax. Let me find the proper time, when it doesn't feel like it'll be an inconvenience, and I'll give it a go."

Kaz looked at you solemnly for a minute before he nodded.

"Right, then," he said. "Work needs doing." He turned to go, and you watched him leave, not saying a word as he left, only closing your eyes and hoping for even another few moments of rest.

-

The next time you summoned, it was June and you hadn't summoned in a year. You were sitting in Kaz's office, the window open as you discussed heist plans with him, Jesper, Inej, and the rest of the crows.

The heat was growing unbearable, so you willed a strong breeze to flow gently through the room, making the area feel a bit colder, much to everyones delight. Kaz shot you a look because Ketterdam in the summer was not prone to breezes on humid days like that one, and you felt some of the energy that was long gone move back into your system, a spark of joy and pride at your small science lighting up in your chest.

You allowed yourself a small smile as you leaned back in the chair you'd occupied.

You were still sick, still frail and tired and coffee-reliant, but you were getting back to normal. You decided, in the moment, that that was what mattered.

[bratzforchris]

Lover

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Summary: Songfic. Inspired by Taylor Swift's 'Lover'.

Pairing: Luke x gender neutral reader

Word Count: 1k+ (longer with lyrics included)

Warnings: Very brief mention of anxious attachment issues

A/N: This is simply self-indulgent, tooth-rotting fluff. Enjoy<3

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We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January//This is our place, we make the rules//And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear//Have I know you 20 seconds or 20 years?

"You guys haven't taken your Christmas lights down yet?" Calum asked as he stepped inside your and Luke's shared home.

"What?" You and Luke asked at the same time, an incredulous look on both of your faces.

"Christmas is over?" Calum explained, looking at the two of you.

"Christmas lights stay up until January 2nd. C'mon, Cal. That's like, a rule." Luke chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes.

You smiled fondly, holding onto your boyfriend's arm and looking up at him. Though it seemed rather silly, Luke loving Christmas lights the way you did made you so beyond happy, especially when so many people you had met took their lights down the after the holiday.

"I really love you, you know that?" You asked, reaching up and caressing his cheek gently.

"I love you too, precious." Luke smiled, hoisting you off your feet and into a tight "squeeze hug". You immediately melted into his arms, feeling completely at ease with him.

There were days where you wondered if Luke had been your lover in a previous life as well. You two were absolutely perfect as a couple. You fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, or, in your case, two Christmas lights on a string.

Can I go where you go?//Can we always be this close, forever and ever?//And ah, take me out, and take me home//You're my, my, my, my//Lover

You smiled to yourself as you followed Luke out of the restaurant and towards the idling cab at the curb. Today had been a "date day" as you and Luke liked to call it, in which you two spent the whole day together, simply doing things that you loved.

It started with bagels and coffee in the park that morning. You adored doing this with Luke, especially when the band got to visit New York City. Then, you two went back to the apartment you and Luke were currently staying in while the band did month-long promo for 5SOS5. You'd been content to curl up in bed with your boyfriend, laying face-to-face in the large bed with soft, silken sheets. You'd smiled and tracked your pointer finger over Luke's features, admiring the way his freckles lined up in their own perfect constellation across his nose and the way his blond curls fell perfectly, giving him his own golden halo.

Before long, it was dinner time. Luke smiled as he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you while you were getting ready, giggling a tiny bit at how much taller than you he looked in the mirror.

"I made us dinner reservations." he mumbled softly, voice still husky from the nap.

You giggled, tilting your face up to kiss his cheek. "I love you."

Dinner had been at a very posh restaurant. Luke absolutely adored spoiling you and the food was delicious, but you both couldn't wait to be finished. Fancy dates were fun, but you and Luke loved to spend soft, pure time together at home, cuddling and watching silly movies (Luke loved Mean Girls).

"For my Lover." Luke smiled sweetly, opening the door for you to step into the cab.

You felt your heart swell as you took a seat inside the car. You knew how lucky you were. You wouldn't trade this man, this life, this love for anything.

"I love you, Luke."

We could let our friends crash in the living room//This is our place, we make the call//And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you//I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

"Michael, there is no way you're driving." You said, taking the beer out of the lavender-haired boy's hand.

"But-but I miss Crystal!" Michael's eyes filled with tears.

The boy was absolutely wasted at the moment. Luke's birthday party had gotten slightly out of hand, with lots of drinking games and dumb dares. Hence why 3/4 of 5 Seconds of Summer were currently drunk in your living room at two am. Luke had stayed relatively sober, hoping he'd get some "alone time" with you after the party, but now, that seemed out of reach.

"Crystal would rather you be safe than be in danger, buddy," You said, petting his hair gently as he had a little cry on the rug. "I'll let her know you're staying here."

"Yeah, Mike. It'll be a par-tay!" Ashton slurred slightly, giggling to himself as he sipped on his vodka soda.

Michael was much more of a "sad drunk" than the other two boys at the moment, but nevertheless he wiped his eyes and laughed softly. "We can cuddle naked to save body heat."

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, wishing you had been recording to show the guys later. Turning to dispose of the beer in the kitchen, you saw Luke and Calum out of the corner of your eye. Cal was curled up in Luke's lap, a small smile on his face as Luke ran his hand through the boy's shaggy, black hair.

Even though you knew it was innocent and that Luke and Calum were both straight, you couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of jealousy in your heart. You had grown up with childhood trauma, which made you extremely attached to people like Luke. He was your safe place, always bringing out your inner child.

All those feelings went away, though, when Luke looked up at you and blew you a kiss with his free hand. His blue eyes shone with nothing but love for you as he mouthed 'I love you'. You and Luke had only been together for about three years at this point, but you knew he was the one for you. He was the one you wanted to marry, and have kids with, and get old with.

"I love you." You whispered back.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?//With every guitar string scar on my hand//I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover//My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue//All's well that ends well to end up with you//Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover//And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me//And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

The day had finally come. After three years of dating and one year of engagement, you and Luke were getting married. Everything was absolutely perfect. Surrounded by all your family and friends in a venue you loved, you couldn't be feel like this was the most perfect day ever. You had floated down the aisle like an angel, completely beaming from the love you felt.

You walked up the stairs to the altar and there was Luke, looking like an absolute prince in his navy blue suit. He took your hands in his, allowing you to feel all the tiny scars on his hands from the nights he had serenaded you to sleep with his guitar. You knew that this was the man you wanted in your life forever. To be not only your lover, but your partner in life too. Your heart had been taken advantage of other men before Luke, not to mention he had also been in a rough patch, but you had finally found each other, just like you were always meant to do.

Once you had said your "I do"'s, the church exploded with love. The celebrations lasted well into the night, with Luke giggling and whispering dirty jokes in your ear as he sat down in the seat you had saved him at the table for dinner.

You couldn't have been happier. This is the life you had wanted for so long and now you finally had it with the man you loved. He truly was your lover.

[preciadosbass]

5/8/24

woke up at 9:30. when i wake up naturally early i always say good morning to boris so i did that and then decided that i’m not exhausted to the point i should go back to sleep. i just doomscrolled the entire morning and saved a few max green edits along the way. i looked through a few pin sharing urbex groups on facebook and saved a couple videos to my watch later on youtube. its a pain there’s not actually much around where i live, like, that’s why i cant go out on my own. as much as woods are beautiful and nice to be around/at there’s not any shops or town in walking distance.

the next time my family go on a road trip hopefully i’ll be able to explore a few places then. there was an abandoned housing estate about 40 minutes from where i live but apparently it’s being demolished soon, plus i’m not allowed to go there anymore. as for any of the other stuff close-ish, it’s not really anything you can explore. however, i did find an abandoned plane graveyard online and it turned out it was decently close by to me. when i went they didn’t even let me take photos but they did email saying someone could tour me and show me the planes if i arrange a date which is exciting. although i’ll most likely have to wait until october so the plants around it die down.

when it got to about 10/11am my dad came down so i said goodmorning to him and had breakfast as he made me it and i’d feel bad not to. luckily i’ve found breakfast option which has a lot less cals than that bagel so i feel a little, tiny bit more relaxed about having food in the mornings. at 1 i went outside with boris and cuddled him on the driveway. he seems a lot more energetic today. i was sitting on the sleepers across from the front door with my feet outstretched and he layed down leaning against my leg/shoes it was so cute i just had to record it. while i was outside i also fixed the lighting of a picture of jaime and changed my layout and things on all my socials.

i also followed lots of cool people in hopes of become their mutual or something. i stayed out there until 2:20. when i got back inside asked my mum about that list of things on depop that i want to buy and she sent offers on all of the uk items for me. with the rest, i just had to wait until people got back to me about shipping. since yesterday i added one more item to my wishlist, a frank iero tattoo poster from an old magazine, i sent an order regarding this aswell. my mum was getting frustrated and didn’t really understand why i wanted the stuff that i did. but she did see my point about buying the funko pops second hand from depop rather than the official website.

i think i had a nap and woke up at approximately 4/half five but i’m not too sure about times. i saw an informative video about taxidermy and how to tell if things are ethical or not and remembered i was texted a mutual and they kept asking for advice regarding stuff like that, so i sent it to them. at around 5 my hairdresser came round so i got dressed for once [i hate departing from my onesie don’t judge me 🤫] and had my ends touched up. having my hair cut is always kind of awkward for me because i have to stop myself from asking to get it cut short. my parents are fine with it, im just terrible with change. but i have been wanting it short for 4+ years now. its just scary that once it’s done, if i don’t like it, there’s pretty much nothing anyone can do. i’m fine with dye.

before she was about to leave i found out that she’s going to be looking after boris when me and my family go to butlins. she’s really nice and talked me through everything/asked me to text her if i have anything particular i want her to do but i’m scared about leaving him. i think i have a few weeks until we go. i feel guilty saying this, but i am excited, i think. i haven’t been away with my whole family before. that dosent take away the worry though. once my parents had payed and she’d driven off i went outside with boris again.

i was out there up until 7:20 when i went back into my room and put on coraline. i finally found the dvd after looking everytime i watch something for weeks. i’ve watched it so many times i know everything that happens so while i was listening to it i wrote this before i’d forget everything about my day. my phone was blowing up at the same time because some rando keeps submitting anonymous messages harassing me over making music my personality loll — anyways, i watched up until the scene where the other mother gives coraline the box with the buttons in it until i went on a walk with my mum.

we left at almost exactly 9 and went to that same field i’ve spoken about before where you can see london in the distance. the person who owns it must’ve just mowed everywhere so we were just walking on really thick piles of dead grass so it was 10x more tiring. it left like i was walking through snow. obviously it was even more tricky because we walked down and then up the really steep hills. we got home at 10ish and was out for at least 40 or 50 minutes.

when we got back my mum handed me an envelope. i immediately knew what it was; since i’ve been young [7] i’ve had this youth thingy send me and my sister arts and crafts stuff related to the stuff going on at the time. i took it into my room i continued listening to coraline while i made a collage out of the zoos map from yesterday. i opened the envelope once id glued in half of the stuff i wanted to and used this wooden flower from it. i finished it at 11, and i cant tell if i despise it with every fibre of my being or if it’s tolerable. ive never made a collage with so much untouched and plain space [photo at the end]

coraline conveniently finished when i’d completed the collage so i went out to the kitchen to see boris. my mum started arguing with me about how the questions don’t affect me at all and they only have a negative affect on her and my dad when i asked when i should come up. i’m gunna admit, this kinda hit really hard because nobody knows how much it truly affects me and i’m too far gone to even be able to speak about it/write about it. because if i do then it’ll make something bad happen. but i do appreciate that it’s really draining for them too. i just cant stop.

boris went into the living room so i sat out there while finishing the rest of that mcr 2011 concert and updated this at 12 while listening to fall out boy’s folie á duex. once i’d written what i needed to i rewatched a few videos i took at my pierce the veil concert back in april. i’m still not over seeing jaime. i went up to my parents at 12:50 because thats when my mum said they’re ready for me to ask questions about boris. it took about an hour because it was on and off and i kept on getting sidetracked. afterwards i went downstairs, had some breadsticks [and found this huge ass spider living above our food cupboard], did my teeth, and said goodnight to boris.

i cant recall how long i was speaking to him, but i finished at 2:50. i told him about my day and what’s going to be happening tomorrow so he knows i might not be able to be with him as much as id want to. [my prevision is coming round tomorrow]. i got into bed directly after id finished speaking with boris, and listened to three days grace + the used while wrapping up this entry. went to sleep at 3. i usually get to sleep the second my head touches my pillow but it took me a few minutes more today because all i could focus on was the sound of electricity and my radiator. it isn’t even that whirring sound you’d hear at your grandparents when you sleep over, it’s high pitched and inconsistent and weird. also my stick insects were being noisy.

* ughh i hate this page sm it’s probably my least fav one i’ll ever do here’s a picture of boris to make up for it

have a good day/night O_o

[fuxuannie]

Hii! I noticed your requests are open so Id like to request Pavitr x reader randomly adopting a cat! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)☆

(Sorry if my prompt is bad haha, im just in desperate need of fanfictions.)

╭₊˚ ๑︰kitty miow miow :)

:★: relationship : pavitr prabhakar x g-neutral reader

:★: warnings : none, fluff & crack-ish

:★: a/n : no worries requester, its a very cute request ♡

Leave your boyfriend alone for a few hours, surely nothing odd will happen if he's by himself for a while.

Okay, coming home to a ginger cat isn't the worst thing that happened but you were still very confused.

"Why is there a cat in our house ??"

"Why not?"

And because he puts on that stupid puppy dog eye expression that he knows works every time, you calm yourself from asking a million questions relating to Pavitr's life decisions.

At first, the cat was very shy in your shared apartment. Hiding in a little corner for a while, but Pavitr was patient and wanted to let her get comfortable in the house.

Admittedly, it was cute to watch your boyfriend on the floor and kicking his feet into the air as he waited for the cat. You couldn't believe this was the same guy that saved your city whenever it needed saving.

You left him on his own for a while, mostly to make lunch, but you were just glad it seemed to be quiet while you were cooking.

After a while, you could hear some shuffling from the living room as you were in the kitchen. As much as you wanted to let your curiosity get the better of you, you didn't wanna burn your food, so you just continued to cook as your curiosity brewed further after hearing what seemed to be giggles as well.

"Cal."

When you finished setting up the table, you turn around to Pavitr holding the kitten up towards you as it mews softly. "Her name is Cal."

You chuckle softly at how happy your boyfriend seemed, "Hello, Cal." You play along, pressing your index finger against her forehead which she happily accepted.

It seemed like Pavitr and Cal were unseperable, during lunch the little kitten peacefully slept on his lap while he rambled about everything he was going to do to take care of his newfound cat daughter.

When lunch was over, Pavitr seemed to match the kittens energy as he yawned softly while washing the dishes. You were busy trying to sort out some clothes, so you didn't notice the running water come to a halt and your boyfriend plopping down on the couch with Cal softly crawling over him to sleep on his chest.

"Pav?" You call out for him, only to be greeted with soft snores coming from the couch.

There he is! Sleeping peacefully with the kitten curled into a ball and napping too. Your heart could practically burst at such a cute sight, but you didn't wanna disturb him at all, he needed a break anyway.

So all you do is plant a kiss on his forehead, and decide to finish up the dishes he didn't wash.

Maybe a kitten isn't so bad if he makes your boyfriend this happy. :)

[geekywritings]

Don’t leave me

I usually don’t add it, but I kinda felt like writing some angst.

So have Cal x reader, where you worry that Cal might die. But no worries, there is a happy end!

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Sobs were wrecking through your body, as you desperately tore at Cal’s vest and shirt to get to the damn blaster wound at his side. Too much blood, you realized, panic rising even higher, as you willed your body to function.

As a medic, you had seen all kinds of wounds and injuries. You had brought people back from the brink of death without losing focus. But this was different. This was the man you loved slipping away right beneath your hands.

“Another stim, BD!”, you called, and the little droid obeyed instantly.

The third one already, keeping him alive, while you tried to stave the bleeding. You had already used up whatever bandages you always carried on yourself and had resorted to tearing at your own shirt for more material.

“Y/N…” In your panic you had almost missed what barely qualified as a whisper coming from him. He was conscious! That was an improvement, though moreso for you than for him, as the pain seemed to hit him instantly.

“Shhh, lie still. I got you.”, you spoke, trying to sound calm and soothing, as you tightened the bandage around his torso, feeling the groan he gave deep in your soul.

“I… want to… see you… one…last…”

“NO! Die with whoever comes after me, Cal! You do not leave me! Not now! And not like this!”, you yelled, refusing to let this become your final goodbye.

“After you?”, his voice was so quiet. But the fact that he was able to speak at all gave you hope. “Nobody…ever…could…”

“Then even more reason for you not to die here.”, you continued, now taking care of the other blaster wound in his shoulder, which was bleeding equally badly. “Because I have every intention of growing old with you, you hear me? You and I are gonna spend our final days in some nice house by a lake, looking at holos of our children and grandchildren.”

“Is that… what…you…want?”

“I haven’t wanted anything else since you told me you loved me, Cal…” Why did you suddenly feel like crying? Deep down you knew. If the Mantis didn’t pick you up soon, giving you access to the rest of your medical equipment, you would lose him…

“Sounds…nice…”

“Another stim, BD!” The droid opened his compartment, revealing the very last he carried and you swallowed. You had to time it right or it would all have been for nothing. His heartbeat was so slow… his breathing so faint… and he was undoubtedly in a lot of pain…

But Cal was also fighting. You’ve seen enough patients in his state. Those, who had given up would fade quickly. But your experience also told you that a will to fight wasn’t always enough. Even a Jedi aided by the Force could not overcome too much blood loss…

Suddenly you heard it. An incoming message with Greez’s familiar voice. A huge relief washed over you and you injected the last stim quickly, before getting everything ready to dock your stolen vessel to the Mantis.

Once on the ship, you’d be able to treat him properly. At least until you reached a proper medical unit in one of the secret rebel bases.

“Hang in there just a little longer, Cal. Don’t leave me.”, you urged, as the crew came in to help you move him.

A few days later, you woke up from a restless nap at a table in the medical unit. Bacta tanks were rare, but the rebellion had managed to secure a handful. A fact that you were more than grateful for. Day in and day out you spent by Cal’s side, waiting and worrying. The crew would bring you food, but you ate just enough to stay awake a little longer.

On the third day, fatigue had taken over and you had fallen asleep at the table, Cal’s vitals still flashing on the screen before you. He was stable now, with a high chance of recovery. Yet you still refused to move. You wanted to be there when he woke up properly…

Yet in your sleep you missed exactly that moment. It was someone else from the medical unit that came in and moved the recovering Jedi to a bed for a check-up and more rest.

Waking up and not finding him there… you feared the worst at first. Only to be assured by the first person you ran into that everything was well.

“There you are.”, he greeted you, voice still weak and eyes barely open, when you entered his room.

“How are you feeling?”, you asked, instantly taking a seat by his side.

“Probably better rested than you.” Ah, humor again. It meant good things and you managed a tired smile.

“What planet?”

The question confused you and you gave him a quizzical look.

“The house you spoke of… What planet should we build it on?”

He still remembered that. “Naboo would be nice… or Koboh… but I am open to suggestions.”, you indulged him.

“Sounds nice… What about names for the kids? Any ideas there?”

You laughed, while tears brimmed in your eyes at the same time. “Plenty…”

A trembling hand came to your face, wiping the first tear that had dared to travel over your cheek. “I thought of nothing else… that future you planned for us… it’s what kept me alive….”

More tears now, as you placed a hand over his. “Will you stop fighting now?”

He nodded slowly. “I guess I found my place in the galaxy… and it’s next to you.”

It was time for a peaceful life. For both of you.

[xcherrypie]

Sunburn & Silk dresses

Summary: your on holiday with Sam and he decides to call it an early night, for the both of you.

Words: 1.7k

Rolling over in your shared bed you stretch over and reach out for Sam. You both were currently on holiday with your best friend Molly, and her boyfriend Cal, in the most beautiful Greek island. Admittedly, you’d never been on such a chilled holiday, but spending it with Sam made it even better. “Sam?” you called out once you had registered that you couldn’t feel his touch. “I’m through here” he chuckled in response. “You overslept from your nap babe, we have to leave in half an hour” he continued. Oh shit, you forgot, you had a meal booked for just you and Sam at some posh restaurant you saw while exploring the island, the day before. Truthfully you were looking forward to some time alone together, as much as you love your best friend and her boyfriend you didn’t realise how little time alone you and Sam would get, even moments spent at your villa was as a group of four, dancing around by the pool, or talking the night away.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You groaned as you approached Sam, he looked so good, leaning against the balcony of your room, wearing nothing but his boxers and a golden tan. “I was going to pet, just you looked so peaceful” Sam smiled down at you as you rubbed circles on his back. “Come get back in bed with me” you whispered against Sam’s ear. He grabbed your wrists in response brining your bodies to collide together, faces centimetres apart. “I can’t, you need to get ready, or we will be late” he smirked, his lips hovering over yours as he spoke, for him to then plant a sweet kiss on your nose. You whined in response, knowing how much Sam enjoyed teasing you like this.

You free yourself from his grip, and head to your bathroom to get ready, Sam couldn’t help but stare at you as you walked away from him. He was in awe of how hot you looked, in his favourite look of yours; a pair of lace knickers and one of his cotton shirts. You were also sporting a nice tan, however Sam loved the little bits of sunburn that brushed your nose and cheeks, he found it adorable.

Sam’s mouth dropped when you entered the bedroom after quickly getting ready, he sat on the edge of the the bed, taking all of you in. He pulled you closer, to stand in-between his legs as he looked up at you, “look at you” he murmured lowly, overwhelmed by how irresistible you looked in your tight fitting, silk cocktail dress, that flowed out so elegantly past your hips. “Who you trying to impress ay?” he smirked jokingly. “Oh, no one that important” you sarcastically replied, leaving a deep kiss against his lips, as you played with the buttons on his loose fitted shirt. “Right let’s go” you laughed.” Before we actually are late” You leant back offering you hand out to Sam, pulling him from his seated position at the edge of the bed, he slapped your arse as you spun around to guid him to the exit of your villa, fearing you’d both never actually make it out of there for your meal.

Yourself and Sam had a lovely time out for food, full of laughter and pointless chit chat, Sam could do that forever with you, just sit and listen to you talk about whatever pops to mind. You both express how good the food was and how full you are now and decide to head back to the villa, expecting Molly and Cal to be waiting for you, for a night of games and drinking by the pool. And you were right, “ah here they are, dirty stop outs” Molly winked at you as you entered the villa. “We’ve been waiting for you for ages” she continued. “Sorry sorry, we were a bit late to our table and had to wait for a taxi back, but we’re here now” you replied, giving your best friend a hug while Sam placed himself next to her boyfriend, them both opening bottles of beer.

“As if we’ve only got two nights left” Molly exclaimed, slurring on her words. As the night continued Molly along with her boyfriend had decided to make the most of the fridge full of alcohol and as a result ended up a fair amount more intoxicated than both you and Sam. You didn’t mind though, everyone was enjoying the night and Sam just got more attractive as the night continued, the moon highlighting his features and his shirt moving with the warm night breeze against his body, you were finding it hard to concentrate. Therefore it was only fair you made Sam just as distracted as you.

Subtly throughout the night you do things that you know will drive him crazy, from suggestive eye contact every now and then, to positioning yourself on his lap during conversations. You know he equally won’t be able to resist you by the end of the night. While sat next to him you run your fingertips across his thigh getting closer to what you wanted by the second. He shot you with a look of both frustration and lust, only encouraging you more.

“I think we’re gonna call it a night” Sam quickly told Cal, whilst grabbing hold of your hand, already half leading you to your room. “Alright mate, see you in the morning for breakfast” he replied while Molly gave you a kiss on the cheek signalling her goodnight. You were worried you came across rude, leaving so abruptly but Molly and Cal were so merry you figured yours and Sam’s absence wouldn’t make all that difference.

The closer you got to your room the more you needed Sam. You didn’t have long to wait though, the second you entered your room the door was slammed shut and you were thrown onto the bed. “It’s been so difficult for me tonight you know” Sam spoke, positioning his body over yours, landing wet kisses in the crook of your neck. “Trying to keep my hands of you ain’t easy at the best of times y/n, especially when your acting like you are” he continues, straddling your hips. You feel your underwear soaking through, beginning to get impatient. “And how have I been acting?” You respond innocently knowing this would set him off even further.

Sam didn’t even reply, he just pushed his body up from the bed and stood at the foot of it, grabbing your legs and dragging your entrance to the foot of the bed also in the process. While still holding your legs in the air he stats kissing down each leg, making you whine out. “Sam please” you moan as his hands make there way up your dress, playing with the fabric on your knickers. “Hm not nice is it? Not being able to have what you want straight away” he smirked, looking up at you through his eyelashes. Without giving you a chance to reply Sam yanked your knickers off over your legs, leaving his face hovering over your heat. You find your hands playing with his hair, hoping it’ll encourage him to give you what you desire.

You threw your head back in pleasure as he took a big lick up your folds, “So wet for me” he smiled. “Hmm Sam” you croaked while he starts placing gentle kisses on your clit, you find yourself gripping onto the bedsheets. Sam notices and grabs your wrists pinning them to your side so all you can do is take the pleasure he’s giving you. While he starts sucking on your clit, your vision goes blurry, overwhelmed with how good his tounge feels, you sit up and look down at him, you have such a good view, but it pushes you over the edge.

“I need you Sam please” you plead. “I need you to fuck me” you continue, short of breath. Without hesitation Sam gets up from his kneeling position and in one swift motion removed your dress from over your head, you return the favour to Sam, removing his shirt. You continue to unbuckle the belt on his shorts when you feel how hard he is under the material. “Oh my god” you gasp, smirking up at him. “It’s what you do to me love” he responded, before kicking of his shorts along with his boxers in the process.

You start running your hand up and down the shaft of his hard length while he spreads kisses all over your chest, an occasional suck on your nipples, making you go crazy. You line up his dick with your entrance and he slowly enters you, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “Shit you feel so good” he pants, thrusting into you deeply. “Sam don’t stop” you beg as you can feel that your close and need to release. As much as Sam would like to tease you all night, he too needed to feel you badly. His thrusts get harder, as does your grip on his shoulders and moans start filling your room. So much so it’s not until after a few seconds later you hear shuffling and movement from outside your door. Shit, Molly and Cal must be making their way to bed. “Sh, your gonna have to be quiet”, Sam half moan, half whispers to your ear. But as you feel your climax approaching it was harder to keep your moans at bay than you thought. As a result Sam covers your mouth with his hand, turning you on even further. By the way that Sam’s thrusts into you have softened and his thighs start to shake, you could tell he was about to cum. “You ready” Sam smirked. You nodded, his hand still covering your mouth to muffle your moans. “Fuck” Sam croaked, as your eyes rolled back at your orgasm, your legs also starting to shake. Sam presses gentle pecks on your lips then climbed off you, the whole time admiring how beautiful you looked, despite your hair being a mess and beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. He moved himself next to you, placing his arm under your head for you to snuggle into, “Fuck I love you” Sam sighed smiling down at you.

Notes: Hey lovelies, this is my first time writing smut so please let me know how it is, also the teaser for “Homesick” looks incredible, can’t wait!

[breakfastteatime]

The problem with being too sick and injured to do much is boredom. So. Much. Boredom. Cal doesn’t have the energy to tweak his lightsaber or read, but he also can’t sleep constantly, even though he does seem to be trying. He is still feverish – although not as seriously as before, when the entire ship seemed to be talking to him (were they delusions or echoes? Who knows!) – and he’s a little too prone to fainting if he stands up for longer than two minutes (going to the refresher is a mission. Moving to the lounge is too perilous a task). The pain is under control so long as he takes something for it, which only makes him drowsy and less coherent and uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

He. Is. So. Bored.

Today, they’ve docked with a market barge to restock (a lightsaber wound is a good way to empty out a medkit), so with Cere, Greez and BD busy shopping, Merrin has been left to watch over him.

“Sorry,” he tells her as she settles in beside him. He is resting in bed as usual, supported by pillows and covered in a blanket, one foot alternating between poking out when he’s too hot, and sliding under when he’s too cold. “You’d have more fun on the barge.”

She holds up the datapad. “I am prepared.”

Cal knows she is because he overheard Greez before he left. “Distract him with the holonet,” Greez told Merrin. “Just try to find something other than the usual engineering stuff he watches, otherwise he’ll be wide awake and you’ll be the one taking the nap.”

“The holonet is full of many things,” Merrin says. “I do not know where to start.”

Cal adjusts himself against the pillows, coughing gently. “Here.” He taps on the screen and it changes to a site full of videos. “You want to see the galaxy, right?”

“Eventually.” Childlike hope shimmers from her.

“Okay. Let’s see.” Cal types slowly with one finger, hoping the browser will correct his atrocious spelling.

Merrin follows along. “Top ten best planets in the galaxy?”

“Yeah. We watched it a while ago.” He taps the first video and it starts playing. “Get a taste of what’s out there.”

‘What’s out there’ is beyond Merrin’s limited experience, and she cannot help her gasps of wonder. Planets of water, planets as green as Dathomir is red, planets where the stars ignite the night sky, planets of ice, a planet that is an entire city… Rapt, she remains curled in the bed beside Cal. The show holds his attention… holds his… holds… His head comes to rest against her arm.

“There are many planets I wish to visit now,” she says during a commercial break.

Cal tells her he’ll go with her. Or he hums in agreement. He’s not sure.

“Perhaps we will all go together, when you can stay awake long enough,” Merrin says.

“Mmm.”

“Do not drool on me.”

Cal falls asleep with a smile.

[stardustandash]

Sunspot

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The ship has had an air of quiet anticipation the last few days. At first Merrin couldn’t put her finger on it. There are no Empire base busting missions planned. The Partisans haven’t contacted them for nearly a week, and the Mantis has been parked on a warm little planet a stone’s throw from a crystal clear ocean. It’s not that Merrin doesn’t like the heat or playing in the surf, it’s more the fact that in the months she has been on the ship they haven’t stopped this long anywhere.

Then she notices. Cal has changed while they have sat on this planet. He’s become more sluggish, more reluctant to spar or practise using his Force. Then there are the dots. All over his body small reddish spots have been blooming. More appear each day until he’s absolutely covered, and he no longer seems interested in anything but napping in the sun. Merrin does not know what disease this is, but she knows it’s bad anytime spots appear.

It worries Merrin, eating away at her until she can no longer let this tragedy unfold in silence.

“What is wrong with Cal?” she asks bluntly.

Greez looks up from where he is filleting a couple of fish in the galley. “What isn’t. You’re going to have to be more specific here, did he hurt himself again or are you two having a fight?”

“We are not fighting,” says Merrin. “He is lying around doing nothing.”

“Yeah, took longer than I thought it would, but he finally slowed down a little.”

Merrin mulls over this information. Greez had known there was something wrong with Cal then. Maybe it’s simply something Cal wants to keep from her. It hurts a little, but she can understand. She has only been around a few months and there is still trust to be earned on both sides. Without anything else to say she turns and leaves, hearing Greez spluttering behind her.

The next step is to ask Cere. This time Merrin feels more guilty, knowing that Cal has been sick for a while and hidden it from her. Yet she cannot help that she wants answers to her concerns. She finds Cere outside the ship staring out over the ocean. Seabirds cry overhead and it feels so very serene. Closer to the water Merrin can see Cal lying on a blanket with BD-1 running around in the shallow surf.

“What’s up?” asks Cere as Merrin approaches.

“There is something wrong with Cal,” says Merrin. “I am concerned.”

Cere pauses and glances over to where Cal is lying on the beach. A frown teases her lips but understanding, and something else, lights in her eyes.

“Yes. Going to the seaside has a long human tradition of helping people get better.”

“But he has only gotten worse since we arrived here. He is lethargic and no longer wants to spar with me. And he is covered in spots,” says Merrin.

“Relaxing is healing, Merrin. I know it’s hard, but you should try lying on the beach too.”

“But there would be nothing to do.”

“That’s the point.”

Merrin huffs. She likes the beach, but she likes having something to do more. She spent so long doing practically nothing on Dathomir, she wants to keep travelling.

“What about the spots?”

“Ah yes. Those. They’re not my area of expertise, though I have recommended creams for them and been rejected. Maybe you should ask Cal about them yourself if you are this concerned. I know I am, but he hardly listens to me,” says Cere with a sigh.

Of course Cere would suggest she confront Cal head on. It is the best course of action, and the one she should have taken originally. Merrin’s cheeks flush a bit with embarrassment and she tries her best to take deep breaths and will it to evaporate as she marches across the sand towards Cal.

Sensing her approach, Cal sits up and turns to face her. Dressed in a pair of swim shorts, he makes an aborted gesture over his chest as if to hide it before thinking better of it. Merrin grins a little at the movement, and he flushes red beneath his coating of spots. But she will not be distracted from her mission.

“What is wrong with you?” asks Merrin.

“What?” Cal blinks up at her, confused.

“You lie here day after day. You refuse to spar with me. And you are covered in spots. What disease is this?”

Cal’s mouth opens and closes several times in a poor imitation of a fish.

“What?” is what he eventually lands on.

“What are you sick with?” asks Merrin again.

“What? No, I’m not sick Merrin. I’m just a pale-skinned human.”

“What does that have to do with it?”

“We get spots, freckles when we are out in the sun. I’m not diseased,” says Cal.

“Cere says she recommended creams and you didn’t listen.”

“Yeah, sun creams. The kind that keep harmful radiation at bay. I have some, but I don’t need the extra-strength kind like she claims.”

“I think you need them. You look awful,” says Merrin.

“Wow. Thanks.”

“You are welcome.”

Cal sticks his tongue out at her. She sticks hers out right back. For a moment everything feels right. Then Merrin remembers the other part of her concern.

“If you are not sick, why do you refuse to spar? And just lie here day after day?”

“Cere took away my lightsaber.”

Merrin rolls her eyes. “Oh so it is that you would simply roll over and die if you did not have your lightsaber? Get up, Cal Kestis, it’s time for a lesson.”

“I’m not, I wouldn’t, oh fine,” Cal fusses as he stands. “Bring it on.”

[midmorninggrey]

Corny Combat Dialogue: OC Edition

One of my favorite parts of playing Dragon Age is when all the companions start yelling. So I started a list of weird things my OCs might yell.

Cal the Canary

[Combat]

"Incoming!"

"We've got company."

"Cut them down!"

"Come on then!"

"Right, they're coming at us now."

"Was this part of the plan?"

"Horsefeathers!"

"Whoops, watch out for that one."

"I've got your back!"

"You should've run when you had the chance!"

"First time?"

"I'm going to hit you now!"

"My arms don't have the reach."

"I can't hold them much longer!"

"I'm feeling a little peaky."

[Low Health/KO]

"Andraste's arse, Anders!"

"Merrill - not good!"

"Get up, Isabela! Pretty please!"

"How'd they best Aveliene?"

"They got Varric!"

"Oh no, there goes Sebastian."

"No, Bethany! You'll regret that, you bastards."

"Fenris! Not while I live!"

"Hawke! Hold on, Hawke!"

"Fall back, Hawke!"

"Get to Hawke."

[Locks/Interactions]

"I'm stuck...(Again.)"

"I walked into a trap."

"There's a trap over here! You'll never guess how I know."

"Oh, bother."

"I'm not the one to ask for that, sorry."

"Why don't you let me take a try?"

"There you go."

[After Combat]

"Everyone here?"

"I felt braver when they were trying to kill us. Now they're just...on the ground, aren't they?"

"Maker, what a mess." 

"That was fun. Let's never do it again."

"Hawke, have you ever thought of staying in? With a hot drink or something?"

Arden Trevelyan 

[Combat]

"Be ready."

"Don't try me."

"Pray that you come back stronger in the next life."

"Is this how you thought you'd die?"

"Do not fear the pain - it is your teacher."

"Not today!" 

"Stop sniveling."

"I'll break your skull."

[Low Health/KO]

"Seeker! The Maker does not will it!"

"Don't touch them!

"No, it's not his/her time!"

"Sera! Shit!"

"Bull! Gods."

"Ah, Solas is taking a nap."

"Dorian - no! You will not take him!"

[Locks/Interactions]

"Let us meet this moment with quiet contemplation."

"Fuck! More demons."

"Don't ask me where I learned to do that."

"I've been told I have nimble fingers."

"Blasted - shit assed - what bloody arsehole?!...And praise be to Andraste. Sorry."

[After Combat]

"Is everyone alright?"

"It's done. For now."

"May the Maker show us mercy."

"Take a breath if you need it."

"Let's move on."

Celeste Trevelyan 

[Combat]

"They're coming this way!"

"There are things worse than death! I think."

"That hurt." 

"Ow!"

"Back to the shadows!" 

"I don't fear you!"

"Take that! And that!" 

"Got one! Did you see?"

"I don't feel so good."

[Low Health/KO]

"Cole! I won't let them hurt you!"

"Wait, Solas fell!"

"I think Vivienne's hurt."

"I have to help Varric!" 

"Blackwall - Get up! Victory!"

"I need to help them!"

[Locks/Interactions]

"Why won't it open...?"

"I don't want to do that."

"No?"

"I guess so."

"Aha! It's not so tricky."

[After Combat]

"Is it over?"

"I think I'm ready to go."

"Yuck."