#cal dekker

[kaseywsinclairs]

for: @caldekker​ location: kasey’s apartment

“Hey,” Kasey murmured, spinning in her desk chair to look over at her bed. The blonde furrowed her brows when she realized that Cal had fallen asleep while she had been working, likely lulled to close his eyes by the rhythmic tapping of the mechanical keyboard. She slipped off her headphones, inching towards the edge of the bed where she perched, reaching out to trace the sharp hollow of his cheekbone with her fingertip. The motion was gentle, before her lips curved up wickedly and she poked at him with a small amount of force. “Were you just pretending?” Kasey sighed, leaning into his side. “Or are you trying to tell me that I’ve become very, very boring and need to brush up on my hosting skills?”

[ramiropalacios]

for: @caldekker​ location: on campus, rye u

“You know,” Rami said between breaths, leaning forward to place his palms on his knees as he breathed deeply— “I think I would have won if you wouldn’t have cheated.” With the pathways around campus consistently cleared of snow and salted to be free of ice, it made an excellent track for the pair to take on their early morning runs, beating down the concrete with their hokas, shaving seconds off of their best time and barrelling through crowds of sleepy freshman with their chests out, eager to be the one to finish first. He looked forward to it more than most things now, and the sideways glance to the other man was paired with a grin. “But since I lost and you’ve allegedly got a heart of gold, you should probably treat me to breakfast.”

[sage-walsh]

for: @caldekker​ location: a cafe in rye

It was embarrassing, to be stood in the center of a busy café with all of your belongings in your hands, scanning over each busy table to try and find an empty corner or chair that you could hide away in. The quiet coffee experience was slipping away in favour of a more stressful high school cafeteria sort of movie moment, and Sage chewed at the inside of her cheek until her gaze settled on a familiar, bright head of hair and welcoming features. Relief flooded her and she all but lurched forward, standing by the edge of the table. “Please, tell me you’re not waiting for someone. If I stand here any longer with this croissant, I’m going to have to call a firing squad to take me out.” The brunette made a face, “I think this is my punishment for choosing to dine-in, but, actually Cal, you have two chairs here, I’ll just—“ she sat down, setting her things down. “Help myself.” With her hands finally free and having stopped her babbling, dark eyes lifted shyly to meet warm ones. “How’re you?”