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jaspar fave things 0/? 

‘you’re not only a youtube sensation, you also happen to be my roommate, so i sometimes forget i’m living with someone so incredible’

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crystal’s endless list of favourite video games:

↪ Resonance of Fate;

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Holy angels, in Heaven blessed, 
My spirit longs with thee to rest. 

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Still going by Devereaux?

dasakuryo  asked:

So, I may or may not have got inspired to send you this by your tags on that Diego gifset. What about a story in which Jyn teases Cassian and he does (theThing™) those very same expressions? Situation and all the background up to your awesome writer mind ;) Sorry if this was super random and weird lol [blushes] xxoo

the Thing™ in question

“Just admit it!” Jyn teases, sitting cross-legged on Cassian’s bed while he hunts for the shirt she’d torn off and flung god only knows where last night. “You lost on purpose.”

She’s referring, of course, to their sparring match yesterday afternoon. It was Draven’s idea, having two of his best fighters put on a demonstration for the newest class of recruits. They spar with relative frequency, so Jyn knows he’s good. She knows he doesn’t give up so easily.

She knows he doesn’t get that look in his eye when they’re training alone. 

Yesterday, surrounded by moonfaced teenagers without any hand to hand combat skills, Jyn felt something between them shift the first time he had her pinned, gasps and cheers erupting from the crowd. After that, she noticed an alarming lack of resistance from Cassian. 

Draven called the match shortly thereafter, naming Jyn the winner. Her prize? Being pulled away from the training room to Cassian’s quarters and a decidedly unrestful evening.

Now, Jyn gets it. And she intends to milk this newfound information for everything it’s worth. “I can’t believe Captain Cassian Andor, a top Intelligence Officer, would throw a fight with a subordinate.”

“I did no such thing,” Cassian answers, finally.

“You totally did,” Jyn continues, mouth curling up in a smirk. “Could it be that Cassian Andor, famed spy, has a thing for his tiny partner overpowering him in front of a crowd?” She feigns shock, bringing a hand up to cover her open mouth and tries not to laugh.

But, boy, does his resulting expression not make her want to giggle. Instead of trying to brush it off, Cassian just raises a brow and looks at the ground, sheepish. The muscles of his jaw clench and she sees where he must be working his tongue to keep from outright smiling. It’s infuriating

Here she is thinking she has the high ground, and what does Cassian do? Make her want to fucking jump him.

Jyn stands, pulling her own shirt off. “You’re the worst,” she groans, wrapping her arms around Cassian’s neck and reaching up on her toes. 

“You don’t seem that annoyed,” he says, forehead pressed to hers. 

In a show of frustration, Jyn smacks him on the ass. “Oh, no, I am.” They’re both giggling like the teenagers they never got to be and Jyn couldn’t be happier. 

Cassian lifts her with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist like they were designed for it. “By all means, let me apologize,” he says, wicked gleam in his eye. 

A little distracted by the press of Cassian’s hips against hers, Jyn decides to file away her discovery for later use. It’s worthy of thorough explanation, after all.