reprogrammation

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Today, I used one of my left-handed sketches from last year for a quick exercise (don’t worry, I used my right hand to colour it! I’d have to change my entire settings to switch hands with my tablet).
Who likes the idea of mermaids as weird fish creatures without breasts? …apparently, I do.
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Aujourd’hui j’ai utilisé un de mes croquis de la main gauche de l’an dernier pour un exercice rapide (ne vous inquiétez pas, j’ai utilisé ma main droite pour la colo ! Je devrais tout reprogrammer si je changeais de main sur ma tablette).
Qui aime l’idée que les sirènes sont des créatures poissonneuses bizarres sans poitrine ? …apparemment, moi.

A man enters an office supply store. He was a mere mortal seconds before, but as he passes through the door he becomes a customer. His superior gaze drifts across his domain and settles on the cashier. 

“Do you sell stamps?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say,” However-”

“I want one.”

However, we sell them only in sets of ten.”

“But I want one.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I can’t sell you a single stamp.”

“Can’t you just…” He (skillfully) mimicks the act of ripping apart paper. 

Clearly, I have never thought of this. My simple mind grapples with the idea. I realize I am dealing with a genius, and yet, I regretfully inform him, “Sorry. They come on stickersheets, and anyways, the barcode–”

“Well that’s just rubbish,” he informs me. He is right. I realize this now. His genius ignites a spark within me. 

“You are right,” I tell him as I take fifteen sheets of stamps into my hands and begin to tear them apart. I type 0,019 stamps and press a non-existent key on the register. I hold out a quarter of a stamp to the customer (with a smile), but he shakes his head (without a smile). I rip apart all the stamps I can find, desperate to please him, for he has gifted this humble store with his presence. From the pieces, I begin to assemble a perfect, custom-made stamp. It is worth exactly 66,66€. I single-handedly reprogramme not only my cash desk, but the entire system. It can now scan any stamp in (or out of) existence. It is raining stamps. I am smiling.

Two hours later, it is done. Beaming, and covered in the torn remains of hundreds of unfortunate stamps, I hold the perfect stamp out to The Customer. He accepts it. I rejoice. It might just be my high fever and blurry gaze, but I think the right corner of his mouth moved upwards for exactly half a second. I am blessed. 

He licks the stamp and slaps it onto a letter. He wants to lend a pen. I lend him a pen. When he is done, he holds the letter out to me expectantly. He does not say a word, my silent angel, but I can tell what he wants. Thus is our connection. There is nothing, I assure you, nothing I would have rather done than to accept his letter, on my knees, with tears of gratitude streaming down my cheeks… But alas: 

“I want to send the letter,” my dear customer finally says, after the silence has stretched into infinity and back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir,” I say with a polite smile, brushing stamps off my shoulders, “We don’t accept mail. We only sell stamps.” 

After all, you can’t make exceptions to a well-established rule in the workplace. 

The customer doesn’t bat an eyelash. “That’s okay,” he says with a disarming smile. “I wouldn’t ask the impossible of you.” 

As he turns to walk away, a single tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it off with a stamp that wears his majestic face, hand-stitched by me. 

I don’t tell him there’s a mailbox around the corner.

(That’s not my job.) 

Beauty [Request] - Cassian Andor x Reader

Request: Well I was wondering if you could please write a cassian x reader request where he sees her dresssd up for the first time? Maybe contrast it with the next day but he still finds her beautiful? Thank you - @ly–canthrope

A/N: this is so late and so short I am so sorry. also let’s pretend that nobody died at the end of rogue one lmao


 Working for the Rebellion, you don’t have a reason to get dressed up often, but, every once in a while, a special occasion will come around and the hope that spreads throughout the Rebels is simply too much to ignore.

 So they get dressed up and enjoy themselves.

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“Notice Earth is a Timeship on a galactic mission. Time is the current dictator or creator of life and limits its functions on this planet. Many people feel stuck in what may be termed 3-D time loops. Until awakening, one cannot recognize programmed thought patterns, repeating situations and energetic interactions. This is reinforced by regularly-celebrated occasions and the nature of the calendar imposed behind it all. Collective perception is manipulated away from galactic central Time and the hidden power of numbers is widely forgotten. The result is illusions of separation, amnesia about equality of everything from gender to how we unconsciously co-create each moment based on the degree of active/ inactive DNA, and how DNA is reprogrammable via frequency. The orbits of planets in our solar system hold different frequencies of different stages and levels of consciousness. The Sun however, is undergoing inner transformation as part of stellar evolution. Its process mirrors the ongoing expansion of human consciousness. Human beings are re-calibrating genetically and changing sense of time according to a galactic harmonic timing frequency. Information upgrades are transferred via radiogenetics (light codes/ infrasound). Synchronicity is crop circles emerging near sacred sites. The cells of the plants are constantly communicating with all other cells, including human body cells. Imagine human beings are creating/ co-creating ‘real’ crop circles on an unconscious level with a galactic plan. The point is to establish a telepathic matrix where a critical mass of humans bond with Earth’s etheric, magnetic and biopsychic fields to function as a planet (The word ‘planet’ means ‘wandering star’) and active member of a wider galaxies. Each human being is then, 'the Living Book of God.’ The story of life is held within chambers of the human genome expressing our species’ evolution through time. It is encoded as sacred geometry, the language of consciousness which we are each gradually unpacking. It’s like a computer store of the memory is encoded in our DNA, a crystal microchip specific to each individual. Once DNA is fully active, infinity is no longer simply the illusion created by measure of linear time. The Spiritual Sun arises.” - Liara Covert

Par contre, je n’aime pas vraiment que Doug se soit fait oblitérer. Il y avait un truc intéressant avec le fait qu’il soit cloné, ç’aurait pu aller plus loin, mais non, Doug disparait pendant une partie de l’ épisode, se fait buter (alors que le mec est hyper résistant hein) et même pendant la scène de sa mort, on a eu droit a des blagues lourdes sur “je te mets des doigts dans la chatte pendant que t’accouches”. Okay pour éviter que l’ambiance ne s’assombrisse, pourquoi pas, mais pas là, pendant une scène où l’un des personnages principaux disparaît, buté par lui-même en plus, non. Et surtout si c’est pour réapparaître en robot mal programmé.

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redesigned a gemsona i made earlier this year

her weapon is a gem reprogrammer that’s mainly used to reset gems to “factory settings” but it can do other things like wipe/change memories, undo corruption, or implant data into the gem. the poofed gem fits in the middle slot and it can adjust to shape/size. she can also extend and grow her arms to help fight without using up energy in her gem by shapeshifting.

she is also v rare and is a unique type of jasper that’s strong mentally instead of physically

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8x17 ”Goodbye Stranger” // 11x23 “Alpha and Omega”
Reprogamming

Posted as part of the Series “Of Blood, Bone and Darkness”:
A Carver Era Rewatch Hiatus Meta-Series

In S11 it was the first time that Castiel’s and Sam’s arcs were aligned and mirroring or relating to one another and not just Dean’s and Castiel’s arcs. Castiel saying “yes” to Lucifer in this regard could be considered something like a stepping stone to get to the season’s ending, where Toni Bevell waits for Sam (and Dean) in the bunker to bring them in. The entire set up of the european MoL in the season finale as this big organisation pulling the strings, but keeping to themselves and their studies reminds a lot of how Heaven used to steer clear of human life for the most part. The way that Toni from an unkown “elder” gets the order to bring the Winchesters in to “teach them a lesson”, which I suppose one could consider brainwashing into the right behaviour as the MOL want it, reminded me of Naomi trying to reprogramm Cas and when failing to have Castiel kill Dean telling him that “she fixed him”, which I think is probably what the MOL think they do too with bringing the Winchesters in: Fixing them, making them play along the rules. Following all these small parallels it seems clear that the MoL are set up as the antagonist so far. They seem to be the human equivalent for the Winchesters what Naomi was for Heaven. In any case I am curious where this aligment of stories for Sam and Cas will lead. I suppose it makes room for the possibility for them to get to know each other better.

anonymous asked:

jyn x cassian, K2 notices something's going on between them

There it was again–that disturbing, rattling sound. Jyn looked up from the blaster she was calibrating, eyebrow raised and a resigned sort of concern crossing her features.

“K2? Everything alright?”

No.” And there it was again. That clunking wheeze.

“Sounds like your exhaust port is-”

“It is not my exhaust port. I am sighing.” The droid made pointed clicks on the shuttle’s interface, though Jyn suspected they were already on autopilot. There came another, affected rattle. “Heavily.”

Jyn had seen her share of strange things. An Imperial droid in a mood swing was now one of them. “…Right. Well.” She looked back down at her blaster, because that was at least a familiar terrain on which to solve a problem. “Let me know if I can help.”

You can’t.”

She pursed her lips in amusement. “…Okay then.”

The rest of the supply run was spent in silence occasionally punctuated by heavy sighs.

A datapad dropped with a heavy thunk on top of his stack of intelligence reports.

Cassian looked up. And up. Until he met the unblinking stare of K2.

He dragged his hand across the stubbled lower half of his face. “What is it?”

“I compiled these for you.”

“Why.”

“Incompatibility rating is at a high of 59.6%.”

“Incompatibility with what?”

“I have to go.”

“You what?”

“Goodbye.”

There was the tinker-tonker of leg appendages as K2 scurried down the hall. Cassian sighed, decided that he could indulge for a moment, and picked up the datapad. With a lazy flick of the finger, it opened.

To…dossiers.

JYN ERSO
ASTRONAVIGATIONAL SIGN: WARYL
ESOTHER SIGN: MYNOCK

He frowned. Flipped to the next screen-

CASSIAN ANDOR
ASTRONAVIGATIONAL SIGN: PREFRID
ESOTHER SIGN: KRAYT

“What…”

The next.

THOSE BORN UNDER THE SIGN OF PREFRID ARE SAID TO BE LEAST COMPATIBLE WITH WARYL. IT’S NOT ENTIRELY SURPRISING, THOUGH, THAT PREFRID BE DRAWN TO WARYL’S CHARISMA–BUT THE MATCH ISN’T ALWAYS HARMONIOUS. PREFRID’S MIGHT HAVE SOME TROUBLE ADJUSTING TO WARYL’S HEADSTRONG APPROACH TO LIFE-

Cassian blinked, took a long drink of caf, and tossed the datapad in a nearby trash receptacle.

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~Robot lives matter too~ The Holy mother of robots followers aid mechanical creatures in need. These old men walk around with their heavy machinery toolboxes and gather all the lost confused bots that have no main directives still active in their ram. It’s a controversial cult, some say they aid the bots in need but others see them as reprogrammers that take advantage of the weak. 

Process:

Ok first of all the perspective is all fucked up! damn i’m not happy at some of the scaling of the characters but that’s what I get for trying to make all of these characters walk around in a 3 point perspective. 

Did callouts for the characters, I really wanted flat shapes and not a lot of line work but again I failed and ended up sketching all of it like usual. 

The robots had to be designed to look helpless, slow or confused since the old men would take advantage of them. A church like structure would be designed as the centerpiece but it ended up looking too small … . or . . maybe the entrance is big enough just for the little robots!, yeah that’s what I wanted from the start aha! 

After callouts I sketched the whole thing freehand and followed the same procedure as some of the last posts. It was fun to try my hand at the floor reflections.- Gabo

metalandfood  asked:

How about Cassian getting the shovel talk from Jyn's dad? Jyn is trying to keep her crazy protective dad away from her man and K2 is declaring all Ersos to be the enemy.

(Oooo Good one!) 

Jyn stepped out of the fresher of her dorm room after a long, hot shower, in a state of near-bliss at feeling cleaner than she had in a long time.  This state must have clouded her otherwise keen senses because she walked straight into a hard, metal chest with a dull, echoing thud.

“Damn.” she cursed bitterly, bringing a hand to her now surely red and throbbing forehead, before looking up with scathing eyes at the large metal can that was the proud cause of her perpetual annoyance. “K!”

“Jyn Erso.” K2-SO countered, his hostility clear. “What have you done with my reprogrammer!?”

Jyn’s dark brows furrowed at him, brushing her wet hair out of her face. “I haven’t seen Cassian since…well, last night sometime.” she told him, not liking the way her heart missed a beat at the mention of the captain. There had been a bit of a moment… or more like an almost moment between them. Another one to add to the ever growing collection. “Why? Is he missing?”

“Don’t act coy with me!” K2 cried in frustration. “I have looked everywhere for him since he missed this morning’s briefing, and I know this has something to do with you!”

Jyn opened her mouth to protest, but the droid non-to-gently pushed her out of the way to search the fresher. “Are you in here!? Cassian!?”

“Of course he’s not in there!?” she exclaimed in mortification. “Why would he be!?” Jyn felt color rise to her cheeks at the not welcomed, yet still rather pleasing, thoughts that crossed her mind at such an accusation.

Seeing that the captain was indeed not there, K2 poked his head out, white cerebral eyes glowing angrily, well as much as a machine could muster anger anyway. “This is all your fault! I knew you were trouble since the beginning, and so did Cassian!”

Jyn exhaled in frustration, trying to compose herself. “Will you just calm down?” she asked hotly, though his concern did bother her.  It was unlike Cassian to go off without a word to either her or K2, and it was even more bizarre that his loyal droid could not find him. “ I’ll help you look for him after I…” she looked down at her near naked body, wrapped in only a towel that she clung tightly to her chest.  “Get some clothes on.”

“Oh, I bet you will!” K2 stood at his full height, looking down at her as she made her way around him and behind the changing curtain.  “You’re probably just trying to lead me astray.”

“Right, because I’m hiding Cassian in my fresher.” she retorted sarcastically, pulling a shirt over her head.

“You’re right, that is foolish.” he replied, sounding like he was finally seeing reason. “Why in the galaxy would Cassian want to be in there?”

A wet towel hurled through the air with a force like lightning, wrapping around the droids metal head twice. “The attack was futile.” he called out, his eyes glowing through the material. “I am 0% damaged.”

Emerging from her dorm, hands clenched at her sides, Jyn marched down the halls of the Rebel Base, ready to find and strangle Cassian for not keeping control of his damn droid. Where was he anyway? Without K2? Missing a briefing with the generals?

What the hell, Cassian?

K2 trailed behind her, his worried mutterings getting on her last nerve as they traveled one end of the base to the other, asking anyone in passing about the lost spy’s whereabouts. Jyn’s mind started to spin around less angrily and more anxiously with every empty corner. Did he go off on a mission without telling any of them? Was it because of what happened last night? Was he angry with her?

“He said in the morning that he would meet me after the briefing, I was there waiting for him like he said to, but he wasn’t there at all, the General asked me if I knew where he was and I didn’t because he had said…”

“K, shut up!” Jyn yelled back at him. “I’m sure he is fine.”

The droid hummed darkly at her.

“Look, let’s split up.” she suggested. “You check the docking bay and I’ll try the dorms again.”

“Fine.” he replied, she was becoming irritating anyway. In fact, he didn’t think he would tell her even if did find Cassian. It would serve her-fugitive-self right.

Jyn; ignoring the half-naked men who gave her questioning, and some appreciative, looks;  went through the male dorms to check where K2 had looked previously, her anger and anxiety built up now to the point of boiling over.  

“Cassian!?” she called, beating on the door of his room, before letting herself in when there came no reply. Since they met she never really had much respect for his privacy, it seemed. “You in here!?”

Stupid K, being near hysterical, probably didn’t take time to look around thoroughly and Cassian had just fallen asleep somewhere strange.

Though, like most of the soldier’s quarters, his was neat and fairly empty, and it didn’t take much time to access that Cassian truly was not there.  Jyn sat on the edge of his bed in defeat, bringing a hand to her brow, feeling the bump that was starting to form there and a migraine along side it.  She tried her comlink for the nineteenth time, only to hear her voice echoing from the desk in the corner, where Cassian had obviously forgotten it.

Getting up, she decided to find Bohdi, Chirrut or someone else to expand the search party.  

Leaving the captain’s dorm, she stopped in her strides at the sound of a voices that were much too familiar coming from her father’s rooms. Her brow furrowed in irritation. What was her father doing awake and chatting? He had just been transferred from the medical unit and should have been resting at this hour.  Annoyed with all men, she was ready to push his door in when she heard the sound of her father’s deep voice saying. “While I am grateful for your aid to me, back on Eadu, you need to understand that Jyn is a very special girl, I’ve seen the way you look at her, and if you so ever even think about…”

Feeling horror explode in her chest at what she was hearing, Jyn shoved the door open quickly to be met with two pairs of eyes staring at her in mirrored surprise.  Her father was standing, despite having received third-degree burns only a few weeks prior all over his torso, with his arms crossed above the formerly-elusive Cassian, who sat on the bed hunched over with his hands folded together and a guilty look on his face, like a child getting scolded.

She looked between them rapidly, knowing her face must be as white as the tips of Cassian’s ears were red. “Wh-What’s going on?” she asked her father, her voice higher than usual.

“We were just talking.” her father replied with an easy shrug. “I asked if Captain Andor wouldn’t mind joining me for a quick chat.”

Her eyes lowered to Cassian, who nodded slowly in confirmation, pointedly avoiding her gaze.

“Oh, really? About what?” Jyn asked him, her arms crossing over themselves, though she really didn’t want to know the answer.

“I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding…” Cassian began.

“Excuse me, Captain.” Galen stopped him sternly. “Do you think I am blind?”

“No, of course not.” Cassian replied. “I just…”

“Are you serious!?” Jyn spoke up, standing between her father and the defeated rebel. “You’re giving him a talk?”

Galen’s face did not change expression in the slightest. “If this man thinks he is going to continue being in your life, he should know a few things.”

“Alright one,” Jyn began, sorting through all her frustrations, not even sure where to begin with this. “It’s not like… that.” she was glad her back was to Cassian so that he could not see the color rushing to her face. She wasn’t going to deny that there was something there, because it was painfully obvious, but nothing that had been named by either of them.  Nothing that had come to full circle.

And her father acting like this just made the matter all the more worse.

Feeling the walls of her throat close in, the young woman continued regardless. “And two, even if it was like… that, you have no room to kidnap him from his duties and threaten him on my behalf! Who do you think you are!? You’ve only been back in my life for not two weeks! And three, I am twenty-years-old, I am the one who says what’s what, it wouldn’t be any of your business!”

Again, Galen did not stir. In fact, his hazel-green eyes went straight over her head, somewhere between reason two or three, to continue glaring at the young captain.

“Are you listening to me!?” Jyn exclaimed.

“Of course I am, Stardust.” he told her lovingly to pacify her.

“CASSSSIIIAAAN!!!” a robotic voice interrupted enthusiastically, hunching over to peer into the dorm. “Here you are, I have found you at last!”

Galen and Jyn turned their attention to K2, while Cassian only buried his hands in his face then hair, unsure how the situation could be made any worse.

The droid turned his head from Cassian to the father and daughter pair on the other side of the room, his gears whirling as he made his way through the door, cramping the small room more than it already was.

“And what’s this?” he chirped threateningly.

“K…” Cassian began warningly.

“I knew it!” K2 exclaimed, pointing an accusing metal finger at the two traitors that were clearly teaming up against his reprogrammer. “You Ersos are still on the side of the Empire and want torture my reprogrammer for information!”

Jyn narrowed her eyes and let her mouth fall open. “What goes on in your circuits!?”

“That’s not what’s happening here, K.” Cassian rose from his seat, placing a hand on his friend’s metal arm. “It’s alright, it’s just been a very big misunderstanding.”

“I am sorry, Captain.” K2 told him. “But, I think your personal feelings have clouded your better judgement, and I am also sorry that I had to be the one to tell you that. But, don’t worry, I will protect you from the enemy with my life as I was reprogrammed to do.”

“Personal feelings?” Galen questioned suspiciously.

Cassian rubbed his temples muttering curses in his native tongue, and Jyn had finally had enough.  “Alright, this is done,” she decided, grabbing Cassian by his lower arm. “We have a meeting with Mon Mothma… and the two of you,” she motioned between her father and the droid. “Need to pull yourselves together.”

She turned to Cassian who looked down at her with relief. “We’re leaving.”

“Thank the Force.” he replied with a rasp, letting her lead them around K2’s stilt-like legs.

“Cassian,” the droid called after them. “You shouldn’t be alone with her!”

“I agree!” Galen chimed in darkly, making K2 turn toward him in surprise, while the rebel pair disappeared down the halls, quick to escape. Huh, K2 tilted his head, maybe Galen wasn’t as bad as his daughter.

The room was now silent, and the scientist and the droid both acknowledged each other, realizing that a new allyship was about to form.

lafiametta  asked:

For the fic prompts: Jyn and Cassian attempt to go on a first date but are repeatedly hindered by K-2SO, please? (Can I tell I loved "The Genre Does Not Support This" beyond all understanding?)

at ao3 here!

The little air her lungs have managed to hold on to escapes between her lower teeth in a hiss. Jyn inhales sharply, pressing the heel of her hand down against the mattress of her medward bed in an attempt to sit up straight.

“Easy,” Cassian mutters. His hand is an anchor between her shoulder blades, keeping her stable. “The ribs haven’t finished reknitting.”

“Perfect.” Jyn’s gaze darts up accusingly. “No remaining damage to your ribs, I see.”

He doesn’t smile. “None.”

It takes them both a second to look elsewhere, but then Cassian clears his throat. “On the count of three. One, two-”

Jyn sits up. Her hand grips the mattress fiercely.

“…three.”  His brows raise. “You were supposed to wait for my count.”

She tilts her head. He hasn’t moved the hand from her back yet. “Didn’t realize this was so serious.”

“Of course it is.” His eyes don’t move from hers.

Jyn lifts up her chin. Cassian leans forward-

“Gasp.”

The hand on Jyn’s back flexes lightly. She bites her lower lip. As one, they both turn to the door.

K-2 stands in the doorway. To its chest, it presses a stack of what appear to be datafiles.

“This is not resting,” K-2 observes.

“He’s just helping me sit-”

The droid brushes her off, taking a few, spidery steps into their shared med room. Its arm carefully extends the files to Cassian.

“I prepared strategy analyses to wish you a faster recovery.” Its head quirks up as Cassian stares at the offering. “The algorithms are tastefully arranged.”

Cassian shoots Jyn an amused look, before he nods and takes the bouquet of aggregate data. “I…Sure, K.”

“I will now monitor your recovery.”

“That isn’t necessary-”

“I will now monitor your recovery.”

Cassian stares at the “present” in his hold. Looks past K-2 to Jyn-

K-2 cranes his neck in between them.

“That is not recovery.”

He exhales, knowing a loss when it appears, and withdraws to his own side of the ward.

Jyn smiles to herself on the opposite side of the Imperial barricade between them.

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Galaxies (Cassian x reader)

Request: “I love the stars, and I love her. And I’m sorry universe but you do not compare” with Cassian and reader!

A/N: I literally have not edited this yet but I wanted to post it so sorry if there are any mistakes! I am taking requests right now and I really hope you like this one! Also NOT my gif but it’s my favorite scene and I couldn’t help myself.

Warning: fluff? jealousy? Cassian being cute?!

Your hands were shaking before you even hit the atmosphere. The excitement of seeing him again was too much after your three week long mission. Last time you saw him you told him what he meant to you and fortunately the feelings were mutual. You can still picture his shy smile as he looked down at you one last time before you left. He pulled you into one last hug, relief radiating from both of you as you both knew each other’s true feelings.

“Come back to me,” He whispered in your ear. 

It was those four simple words that got you through the mission. More than just got you through, actually, you didn’t even have a scratch on you. You finally got to be with the man you’ve loved for three years now, you weren’t about to get hurt on a simple recon mission.

“Are you okay?” Your partner left her droid land to the ship as she came to the back and sat next to you.

“Why? Do I look okay?” You worried, hands running through your hair.

Your partner smiled and shook her head. “You look fine Y/N! I’m talking about your shaking hands. You weren’t hurt were you?”

“No no that’s not it,” You assured her. “I’m a little…nervous.”

“About Cassian?” His name caused your heart to skip a beat inside your chest. You weren’t very close to your partner that Mon Mothma assigned you with for this mission but it didn’t matter. It seemed like everyone on Yavin 4 already knew about Cassian and you, especially since she told you all the pilots she had bets with. As soon as you stepped on board three weeks ago she questioned you immensely on whether or not you two were “hooking up”. You furiously blushed at her questions and shook your head but over the course of the three weeks learned to trust her enough to tell her what happened between the both of you when you left the base. She said she was getting 100 creds when she was getting back.

“You have nothing to worry about. If he likes you as much as he says he does then nothing can come between you!” She patted you reassuringly on the back. The ship landed on base and both of you stood ready to finally leave the ship you’ve been stuck on for three weeks.

As soon as you stepped out of the ship your eyes searched for him. He’s usually around the landing site, walking around with his snarky droid that you unfortunately also have an attachment to. While K2 may push every single one of your buttons, you still loved the droid as if he was your own. Plus, with K2 around it was always easy to find Cassian in the crowd of people on the rebel base. Except for today. The extremely tall imperial droid was nowhere to be seen and neither was his reprogrammer.

While searching you forgot to look out in front of you and you ran right into the back of your partner. You were following her back to headquarters where you would recount what happened on your trip but she stopped abruptly in her path.

“What’s up?” You looked around her and immediately stopped breathing.

“Except for that. That may come between you.” Her voice was full of pity as she turned back to you but you could only look at him. And her.

Cassian was standing in the middle of all the chaos like a beautiful statue. Except he wasn’t alone. Standing in front of him was a girl. You had been on Yavin 4 for years and with the small amount of people willing to risk their lives for the rebellion it wasn’t hard to know everyone on base.

But you didn’t know her and she wasn’t wearing any uniform of the rebellion. She had her arms crossed in front of her as Cassian smirked down at her. You wanted to look anywhere else but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Your partner gently pulled you in the direction of the headquarters and your feet allowed her to drag you away but your eyes stayed on the sight before you.

Cassian has never showed interest in another girl before. Except maybe when he was drunk but even that hasn’t happened in months. He’s usually so professional with everyone on base that no one really tries with him. He’s not here for finding love, he’s here to find hope. You were really his only friend, except for K2, and even your relationship with him took years. Just the sight of him casually talking to a new girl was strange to you. Who was this girl that has so easily gained his attention?

Before your sight on Cassian was lost to the walls of the base you saw him grab one of the girl’s hands and lead her in the direction of the apartments on base. Bile rose in your throat and for a moment you thought you were going to throw up right on Mon Mothma’s shoes. But you looked up at the senator and swallowed your disgust. She rose an eyebrow at you and for a moment you thought you could see amusement in her face. Did she know?

Before you could ask, your partner started recounting what happened on your mission and you sat down. This was going to be a long night.

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After hours of your partner answering all the questions the council had given, you two were free to go. Your eyes were slowly closing as you practically crawled to your sleeping quarters. You haven’t had a good nights sleep in three weeks and now you were about to pass out. You couldn’t wait to get underneath your warm blankets and snuggle into your soft bed. It was going to be the one good thing to come from today.

You punched in your code to open your door and what you saw in front of you was the final straw. Laying in the comfiest bed in all the rebellion was the girl that was with Cassian this afternoon. You’re eyes went wide and you opened your mouth, ready to erupt into curses and screams when suddenly a hand stopped you from making any sound. Another hand grabbed your waist and pulled you out of your room and closed the door.

You fought against the person until you heard someone whisper “calm down mi amor, it’s just me”. His arms circled your waist and your rage melted the second you heard his voice.

But then you remembered who was in your bed. You spun around and started punching him in the chest. He was so shocked at first that he just stood there, a surprised grin on his face.

“How. Could. You. Do. This. To. Me.” You said in between punches. His grin slowly faded with your words and a confused look overcame him. His hands quickly grabbed your wrists and held you to him.

“What’s wrong? You’re not hurt are you?” He suddenly took a step back and his hands let go of your wrists only to run over your body. He was in the middle of making sure you were okay when you slapped his hands away.

“Like you would care!” He cocked his head to the side and pain flashed across his face. He didn’t know what to say to you. “I can see you already replaced me. I mean, actually physically replace me too! What did you just think if you gave my bed away to some girl you’re hooking up with that I’ll disappear? Sorry Cassian but-”

His eyes went wide and he took a step towards you, his hands coming to your waist but you took an unsteady step back. Tears threatened to spill and you ducked your head embarrassed. You didn’t get enough sleep for this much emotional stress.

“Y/N, look at me,” He pleaded and through blurry eyes you did. His brows were furrowed and he looked so concerned about you. “I would never…could never…you are…I am…” He stumbled over his words before closing his eyes frustrated with trying to say the right thing. A giggle escaped you before you could stop it and he snapped his eyes back open at the sound.

“I missed that sound so much,” He smiled. “Y/N I could never be with any other woman but you. I can’t even think of any other woman but you. I have never…loved…anyone before. My parents died when I was so young that I don’t remember ever loving them and since then I have only found love in the stars.”

Cassian took slow steps toward you as if trying not to scare you off. You were so still that you had to remind yourself to breath. He finally got close enough to gently cup your face in one of his hands. You responded instantly, closing your eyes to his touch and leaning into his hand. You missed this too much.

“I love the stars and I love you,” Your eyes flashed up to his as he gazed down at you. This was the first time he said those words to you. “And I’m sorry to all the galaxies, but they do not compare.”

It was as if a fire ignited inside you and you instantly hooked your arms around his neck and brought his lips to yours. His hands circled you and pushed you closer to him, as if that was physically possible. Your fingers threaded through his soft hair and you both backed up against the nearest wall. His lips left your but only to return to your neck where he began to leave little love bites.

“I am sorry about Jyn being in your room,” You tensed as you remembered the girl in you bed. Cassian pulled away as he felt you tense. “She’s Galen Erso’s daughter. I’m leaving with her tomorrow to go to Jedha. I thought she could sleep in your bed and that you could sleep in mine?” He smirked down at you as he finished his explanation.

For a moment your mind reeled at Galen Erso’s daughter being a few feet from you. But then your mind got clouded by Cassian, as it usually does, and you smiled up at him. You got up on your tiptoes and gave him a light kiss. Instead of pulling away you put your lips right next to his ear and said,

“Then let’s go to bed, Captain.”

Unfortunately for you it was going to be another sleepless night.

A/N: I am still taking requests! xox

ok so you’re suspended over lava and you have two people who say they can reprogramme a large drone to rescue you. one is a 15 year old boy who has assured you he will only take tasteful pictures of your arse as he saves you, the other is a tumblr coder with 4 years industry experience. who do you trust to save your life

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