and i really hope one day they really do end up with the greats

I Love You - Cassian Andor
  • Anon asked: Happy belated (?) Birthday! I know this might be too soon but, I was wondering if u would like to write smth about Cassian? Smth like, realizing his feelings for the reader and him getting jealous as the reader gets really close w Bodhi. Thank u :3
  • Anon asked: happy birthday!!! sorry to bother you but can you do a cassian andor x reader where the reader and cassian are very close and secretly like each other. And when some guy is flirting with the reader, and cassian gets possessive and jealous and they ends up admitting his feelings. Female reader. sorry if it wasn’t clear! Hope your day was great!
  • I combined these, as they’re really similar. Enjoy!

“Are you okay?” you asked the pilot—Bodhi Rook, you thought—attempting to catch your breath as the ship took off from the ground. You had made it, barely, before the cloud of dust engulfed you, but you weren’t out of the water yet. But you let that part up to Cassian and K-2SO, who were more than capable pilots.

Bodhi nodded. “I… I think so, yes. Thank you.”

You reached out and put a hand on his shoulder in comfort. “You’re safe now.” The ship rocked as a piece of rubble hit the side of it. “Although I do suppose safe is a relative term.”

He chuckled. “Yes, I suppose it is. You’re very kind.”

You fell into a quiet conversation with Bodhi the pilot as Cassian and Kay-Tu navigated out of Jedha airspace and into safety. He seemed like a nice enough guy—he had supported the Empire at first, but the more he had worked with them, the worse his opinion had gotten. Finally, when he was assigned to Galen Erso’s command, he found a way to keep himself safe and do the right thing, which was what landed him in a cell in Saw Garrera’s hideout.

You hadn’t noticed Cassian enter the compartment, but when he signed off from the transmitter with a firm “Understood,” you perked up. Cassian Andor had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You had joined the rebellion together, gone through training together, and even rose through the ranks together at the same pace. He was the only comforting presence in the entire galaxy for you, now, so when he glared at you before barking orders to Kay-Tu, you were taken aback.

“Is that where my father is?” Jyn questioned, looking at Cassian expectantly.

“I think so.” Cassian answered, his eyes still on you. They were dark and difficult to read. You wished you knew what he was thinking.

“So you’re Galen’s daughter,” Bodhi said, addressing Jyn for the first time.

Jyn looked shocked, but hopeful. “You know him?”

Bodhi nodded. “I’m Bodhi, the pilot.”

“You brought the message?”

“Yes, your father…” Bodhi paused. You could tell it was difficult for him to speak of whatever it was he was trying to say. Gently, you squeezed his hand, silently saying that it was okay to go on. “He said I could get right by my self. He said I could make it right if I was brave enough and listened to what was in my heart. Do something about it.” He sighed, smiling sadly at you. “I guess it was too late.”

“It wasn’t too late!” you protested. Cassian’s brow furrowed and he turned away from you.

“Seems pretty late to me.”

“No!” Jyn looked around at the group in the hold. “We can beat the people who did this!”

When you landed on Eadu, Cassian suggested taking Bodhi and going scouting to see what was happening at the base. Just as they were about to leave, you stood up.

“I’m going with you,” you said matter-of-factly, throwing a blue coat over yourself and attempting to exit the U-Wing.

Cassian shook his head. “You should stay here with them.” He pushed you back into the ship. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I am coming with you, Captain,” you replied flatly, elbowing your way past him and into the rain. He rolled his eyes, but said nothing else.

The trek through the mountains was relatively silent. Only Bodhi would talk to you, and even then, Cassian would glare daggers at him, so after a few attempts, even that stopped.

Eventually, after it seemed like Bodhi was leading you on a wild goose chase, you got into what he said was a decent enough position. The three of you knelt behind a large rock outcropping that hopefully hid you from the sightlines of the Empire. The station sprawled out in front of you, shiny because of the rain and all lit up like they were expecting someone important. Several men were lined up on the landing pad in a neat line.

“You see Erso out there?” Cassian asked Bodhi, handing him a pair of binoculars.

Bodhi was silent as he scanned the area. You could tell Cassian was getting ready to give up, when finally, the pilot whispered, “That’s him. That’s him, Galen, in the dark suit!”

Cassian nodded, taking the binoculars back. “Get down there and find us a ride out of here,” he commanded, nodding toward the station. At Bodhi’s protest, he shot him a cross look. “You heard me.”

“But you said we came up here just to have a look!” Bodhi looked quite confused and a little betrayed.

“I’m here. I’m looking. Now go! Hurry!” Cassian shooed him away. Confused, Bodhi looked to you and you shrugged, giving him a soft smile.

When the defected pilot was gone, you pulled Cassian’s shoulder around so that he was facing you. “What the hell was all that about?” you questioned, crossing your arms.

“I have orders to kill Erso,” Cassian said frankly, turning back around and peering through the scope of his rifle.

“Okay,” you stared at the back of his rain-soaked head as if it was going to give you more answers. “Not what I was talking about, but good to know.”

“What were you talking about, then?” Cassian’s tone was sharp and dry. It stung a little to hear the man you considered to be your best friend, who you looked up to and respected more than anyone else, talking to you as if you were garbage.

“I…” you faltered, unsure if you even wanted to broach the subject, if it was even worth it. Finally, you decided that yes, it was worth it, if only to figure out why Cassian was being such an asshole to both you and Bodhi. “I meant in the ship. You being an asshole.”

“I am not being an asshole.”

“Oh, I beg to differ, Captain Andor. Looking at me like I have eight heads. Not talking to me except when you’re bitter. If it’s something I did, just tell me.” You sighed. “I hate when we’re fighting, and I hate it even worse when I have no idea why.” Cassian was silent and unmoving, and you weren’t sure if he was even paying attention to you any more. Offhandedly, you noted that his finger was nowhere near the trigger, but he still seemed to be looking through the scope. You sighed. “Look, Cassian, you know that you’re my best friend. And you know that you can tell me anything. No matter what. So, if you’re upset with me for whatever reason, I deserve to know so that I can fix it. I want to fix it. Please.”

Again, he was silent, but now his head was turned slightly in your direction. At least you knew he had heard you. But then again, that meant that he was making the conscious decision to not answer you, which frustrated you more than him being angry with you.

Deciding you had endured enough, you started to push yourself off the ground. “Fine,” you stated flatly. “If you aren’t going to talk to me, that’s fine. But I’m going back to the ship. It’s cold and damp and I really don’t want to sit here on a rock with you all night if you aren’t going to at least acknowledge the fact that I’m sitting beside you, so… Call Kay-Tu when you’re coming back, I guess.”

“I’m sorry.”


“I’m sorry for treating you like that. I just… I was not thinking straight.”

You crouched back down beside him. “Cassian, what are you talking about?”

He sighed and moved so that he was lying on his side, facing you. “I saw you talking to the pilot and I got very upset. I’m sorry.”

You reached out, grabbing his hand. “I was just trying to be nice to him. He’s been through a lot these past few days.”

“I know. I know.” Gently, he ran his thumb across your knuckles. “I just… I cannot help it.” You raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. “Oh, come on. You know what I’m trying to say. Don’t make me say it.”

“No, Cassian, I really don’t.” You did. Of course you did. You just wanted to hear him say it.

“We’ve been friends for so long,” Cassian began, looking just over your shoulder. “I haven’t wanted to say anything because I didn’t want it to change things between us, you know?” You nodded. “I think I love you.”

The left corner of your lips twitched up into a crooked smile. “Well, then. Good.” You nodded. “I’m glad you feel that way.” You squeezed his hand firmly, causing him to meet your eyes. “I love you, too. Now, shouldn’t you be watching what’s going on down there?”

Cassian grinned at you, bringing you hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles before rolling over and bringing his focus back to what was happening on the landing pad. You smiled gently to yourself, gazing down at the station. You hadn’t even acknowledged that you loved Cassian until you said it to him, but you were glad. It felt right. And, best of all, he was still your best friend.

Hi everyone! i decided to do a follow forever for the new year because i want to show appreciation before 2016 ends.

So i hope everyone’s having a good day of a year that hasn’t been the best, but hopefully y’all have had some positive memories from it when the world goes into 2017 and that 2017 will be much better both personally and worldwide. i just wanted to thank everyone for making my time on here really great and for posting pictures, making beautiful edits, coming up with funny text posts or just cheering on your favorite football team! it has been up and downs on this site with people not being so kind to one and other but for the most part, in my own opinion, it has been awesome to come on here on a match day and being apart of a community that i myself don’t really have outside of tumblr (maybe some can relate to this)

anyway i hope 2017 will be a year of prosper, happiness, new experiences, new people, making even more memories that will last forever and that you will take of yourself because you are important, wonderful, amazing and deserve to live the life YOU want to live. so HAPPY NEW YEAR!!


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Make Me Feel Better

Request/Summary: I’m having a really depressing couple of days. Could you do a really fluffy and smutty Sebastian? If you don’t do Sebastian it can be Bucky. Thank you so much. ( @murielweathers )

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: smutty goodness, shit writing

A/N: First time writing smut but I hope @murielweathers has a great day and I hope this will cheer you up. Hopefully, as this week comes to an end, your mood will increase and I hope you will be smothered in hugs n love. 

Groggily pushing the master bedroom door open, you sighed loudly, falling face down on the soft cushion of the bed. “Ughh.” You groaned loudly in your pillow.

It was one of those moods you were in. You were sad, angry, mad, annoyed, and irritated at the same time. You didn’t know why. Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was the people you were surrounded by. Your job? Maybe. It was just one of those days that made you sad.

“I hear a painful call silently shouting that they need my help.” You heard a voice call from the door. You didn’t bother to lift your head up to know who it was. You knew that your boyfriend was leaning against the doorframe of the room, watching you in amusement as you groaned your feelings out.

Sebastian walked towards you as you still laid face down. You felt the bed move as he jumped on the space beside you, landing on his stomach with a grunt. “What seems to be the problem today?” He asked, propping himself up on his elbows, laughing when you still grunted.

“Shitty day, shitty life. Shitty..Everything.” You said into the pillow.

“So..Nothing really happened right?” Sebastian asked. “No one hurt you…No one did anything..”

“No, Sebastian. Nothing like that happened. Im just in a really bad mood and I feel like trash.” You yelled into the pillow, voice muffled from the sheets.

The next thing you heard was the joyful tune of Sebastian’s laughter. Grabbing your hips, he began to turn you over so that you were now on your back, facing him as he looked down at you. You noticed he was shirtless, earning a small blush that crept onto your face.

“Well then.” He smirked. “At least give me a hello kiss.”

You huffed, slipping strands of hair behind your ear as you pulled him into a warm kiss. He smiled between the kiss, cupping your cheeks in his hands as he deepened the kiss. “Hello.” You mumbled as your lips moved in sync with his, smiling.

His lips moved faster against yours, hiking your leg up his waist indicating that he wanted more. You obliged, quickening the kiss as he bit your bottom lip between his teeth earning a soft moan from you. Sebastian began to softly grind his hips onto yours, earning a small gasp from you. You pushed at his chest, pushing him away.

You panted, leaning your head back onto the pillow to get a quick look at him. You pushed his hair back from his face as he let out quick breathes. “Do me a favor?” You asked him before he took his shirt off.

“Of course.” He fumbled with the buttons of your jeans, then the hem of your shirt.

“Make me feel better, please?” You pleaded, arching your back so he earned more access to get your clothes off. He didn’t have to say anything. Only smiled then dove to your neck as your heel rested at his back.

He began to leave soft kisses on your neck, grazing his teeth at certain spots that he knew would make you feel better. He sucked at the spot below your ear, making you arch your back in pleasure. Leaving trails of kisses down your cleavage, he took this as an opportunity to get your bra off, unhooking the garment and discarding it to the floor.

He smiled down at you in awe, rubbing your sides and leaving his hands at your clothed hips. You pouted up at him. “Mmmh. Hurry up.” You said with eyes closed, stretching your arms above your head to arch your chest up, knowing this would make haste.

Sebastian’s eyes widened, tugging down eagerly at your jeans, making you laugh down at him. He threw them to the side as they landed somewhere in the room, and quickly pulled at the cloth that kept him from wanting more. You lifted your hips and he hooked his fingers between the garment, pushing them down to your ankles.

You let out a moan, louder this time as he pressed a finger to your heat, squeezing your eyes shut as he rubbed your juices together, slowly inserting a finger in. You bit down on your lip, watching him and his fingers move in concentration. Sebastian had his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed as he was working with concentration. With every noise you managed to let out, his fingers would only move faster and faster, using his free hand to rub the small bud of you.

“Seb…” You whispered, heart beating as sweat dripped down your forehead as you began to feel the knot in your stomach. His pace quickened, curling his fingers upwards to finally get you to your high. Lifting your hips, you grind your waist up to meet his hand, soothing the friction. He slowly pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his mouth making you gasp louder. “Holy shit.”

He had your legs on his shoulders now as he rested on his stomach, putting his tongue to work. Your hand reached down to grip the strands of his hair in-between your fingers as you propped yourself upright with your elbow.

You watched as he moved his tongue around you, lapping at your juices, fucking you with his tongue. He rubbed your clit with his other hand, soon getting you to your second orgasm as he felt you clench around his mouth. Your back arched again, moaning and pulling at his hair as you began to feel yourself coming again, this time even harder than the first as you felt the warm liquid roll down your thighs.

He crawled up to your upper body, grinning at your reaction as he placed his lips onto yours. He snuck his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. “That was so hot.” He whispered, kissing your jaw.

You laughed. “What was?” He leaned his head in the crook of your neck.

“You, in general, but you may or may not have…” He laughed.

“Wh-Ohh…” You said, realizing what you’ve done. “Hmm. But I’m still not satisfied.” You sighed, telling the truth to him.

His head shot up, raising an eyebrow at you. “That so?” You nodded up at him. “Naughty girl.” He muttered.

Before you knew it, he pulled at your ankles, pulling you down to him. You laughed once he met your glance again. Once again, he tapped your hips, telling you to put your legs around his waist. You did so as he took his jeans and boxers off, his hard on now poking at your inner thigh. He gave himself a few hard strokes to ease the tension before rubbing himself at your entrance.

You whined. “Stop teasing.”

He smirked before finally easing in slowly, groaning as he felt your walls press against his length with every push he gave. He moaned out, dropping his head to your collar bone as he sheathed himself inside you. “You’re so tight.” He grunted, pulling himself out completely, then shoving himself back in.

You yelped at the impact, gripping the sheets with your hands as he rocked his hips with yours. He started out with a slow pace, then once he felt you were comfortable, he met his hips with yours as his pace grew with stronger, and harder thrusts. You heard the bed squeaking at the hard thrusts he gave you. Finding the headboard, you reached up to grab it as leverage, as he did the same.

He bit his lip and groaned, seeing your small frame from his view in a mess. The headboard hit the walls so hard, probably making a dent, but you didn’t care at this point. With his free hand, Sebastian reached down to take your leg higher up his back, hitting you in a different place.

You gasped out as he quickly hit your g spot with this position. He saw your reaction and began to try and hit you in the same spot. He smiled down at you, panting and moaning out when he felt your walls clench around him.

Fuck..” He whispered. “Ohh god.” He moaned out loudly now. You felt his thrusts begin to quicken now. They began to speed up as his hips quivered, loosing his neat tempo into another one.

I’m so close.” You moaned out. You pulled him closer so that his chest met yours, hands on his back to meet his eyes.

He groaned. “Touch yourself.” He said. You gladly did, dipping your dominant hand down to meet you clit, you rubbed harsh circles to get you to your final high. Sebastian helped you out by placing his hand on yours.

C’mon, baby. Almost there.” He moaned. With a few sharp thrusts, he helped you come, riding out yours and his high as his thrusts came to slow ones. The two of you cleansed each other before he pulled out and collapsed beside you.

“Wow.” You breathed out. “That was the best we’ve ever done.”

“You got that right.” He laughed, pulling your sticky bodies together. “Three times, too. Holy shit, doll.”

“Mhmm.. Shut up now.” You smiled, hugging him tight.

Alternate SuperHero Universe AU
  • imagine Adrien as a villain
  • villain! Chat Noir
  • he really only does it to follow in his father’s footsteps, in hopes that being a great villain will finally make his father love him
  • unfortunately, he’s desperately in love with the local superhero, Ladybug
  • ten seconds into ‘do evil and chill’ and Ladybug, his lady love, crashes into the building to thwart his evil plans with her glorious presence and Chat Noir trips over himself because how can he fight the love of his life
  • Chat Noir still likes to mcfreaking flirt with Ladybug because even as a villain, he’s a mcfreaking dork
  • Ladybug constantly rejecting his advances because he’s a villain, and that’s not her type, causing Adrien to really wonder whether being like his father is worth losing the chance to be with his crush
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir have a love/hate relationship
  • Chat Noir builds a love-inator one day to make Ladybug fall in love with him but when she comes to destroy it, it ends up hitting him and Ladybug is preparing for some gross fanboy attack from Chat Noir, but instead, he’s absolutely the same. She teases him about his failed invention, but deep down inside, Adrien knows nothing changed because he’s already in love with Ladybug
Can’t Erase Me (1/?)

This little thing got out of control and is now a short MC: 

so like, i know we broke up and stuff but funny story, i haven’t told my family yet and they just assumed you’d be coming with me for [insert family celebration] and i really don’t know how to tell them and i know this is really selfish but i can’t break my great grandma’s heart like that, she’ll probably have a heart attack and– wait what? you’d do that for me? holy shit, i love you… wait–

And I finally get to write Fake Dating so yesssss!

Thank you to @deadherokillianjones for the title. 

On ffnet here

Rated M (eventually)

Emma threw the phone on the bed a bit angrily, chickening out at the last minute again. This was the eleventh time during the day where she picked up her phone, hovered her finger over the goofy picture of the man with blue-eyes (the one contact she had promised to delete months ago but never did), and after almost touching her finger on the little green button beside his picture, shut her phone off.

It had been exactly six months, thirteen days, and four hours since Emma Swan broke up with the best thing that ever happened to her. Happiness and love flooded her life in the forms of a cocky blue-eyed and scruffy jawed Brit lawyer almost two years ago.

The first time Emma flirted with Killian Jones was on a beautiful autumn day when she had accidently gotten confused between him and a sleazy douchebag she was supposed to bring in to the station (not her fault that the only description she got was blue eyes and British accent). Throughout the time they both spent in that cute little coffee shop, she could feel his eyes on her, watching and admiring, while she was scanning the area and trying to figure out whether he was her paycheck. After he invited himself over to her table, with two coffees, a grin, and a compliment, she flirted right back with him, loosening him up a bit.

Once he was completely relaxed, and she made a show of being late to her work (she owned a bakery this time), he offered to walk her to her car, falling completely in her trap. As they reached her yellow bug, him complimenting her on her taste in vehicles and color, she grabbed his bicep and pushed him harshly to her car, trapping his lean body between her car and herself. Her front was tightly pressed to his back and she was holding his wrists behind him.

“I didn’t expect you liked it rough, Swan” he smirked, turning slightly in her hold and winking at her.

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“could you perhaps do a prompt where it’s the dad’s first time at doing something [probs on their own] and you’re doing something else and they probably end up mucking up but it’s a learning experience”

A/N: Ahh! I hope this is what you wanted! Thanks for requesting! In Calum’s prompt, [Y/N] is LUKE’S wife, not Calum’s. Just to clarify!


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Luke was great, he really was. He helped you get up with Kayla during the night, taking turns and only waking you when necessary; he’d hop up immediately whenever she cried during the day even. He volunteered to do diaper changes, change her clothes whenever she spit up, and when she began to bottle feed, he offered to hold Kayla while you prepared the bottle.

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