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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. 

Imagine Chris being extremely protective.

You and Dodger returned home from your morning walk to find Chris still fast asleep on the living room couch. He had spent the whole night reading ‘What To Expect When You’re Expecting’ cover to cover for what felt like the millionth time since you told him you were pregnant; that was about four weeks ago. You didn’t understand why he was freaking out considering you were still in the early stages of your pregnancy; you were only twelve weeks and you didn’t even have a bump yet. But somehow your adorable husband was acting as though you were due any day now, in fact- if he found out you went on your morning walk, he’d flip.

“C'mon bud, let’s get you some food.” You told Dodger as you made your way to the kitchen; the pup trailed behind you, his tail wagging excitedly. You grabbed his kibble out of the pantry and poured it into a bowl, giving his head a quick scratch before leaving him to prepare your own breakfast.

You started with the coffee ‘cause you knew your husband needed it, then continued with your usual poached eggs and avocado on wholewheat toast. You had that almost everyday- if you weren’t having a smoothie- and while it was partially because you were health conscious, you genuinely enjoyed it. It had been like that ever since you were a little kid, you’ve always had a preference for the 'healthier’ foods which made things easy for your parents, and yourself when you got older.

After you had your breakfast, you made Chris’- scrambled eggs and bacon because he wasn’t as big a fan of avocado as you were; you poured him a mug of coffee then took both outside for him. He was awake now, just lying there because he was too tired to move. He heard footsteps and turned, spotting you and smiling.

“Morning handsome,” you smiled back. “Breakfast?”

“Yes please.” He sat up and quickly took the mug and plate from you; you sat down next to him and he kissed the side of your head before taking a sip of his coffee. “You do make a mean cup of coffee,” he told you and you chuckled softly. “Where’s yours?”

“You won’t let me drink coffee,” you reminded him in a teasing tone and he bit back his smile with a roll of his eyes. “And if you mean breakfast, Dodger and I have already had ours in the kitchen. We’re early risers, unlike some people.” You poked his side and he squirmed, chuckling.

“Does that mean you went on your walk?” He glanced back at you with a raised brow and you chuckled softly because you knew what was coming. “Y/N,” he sighed and you did the same. “I don’t mind you exercising and whatnot, I’d just prefer it if you let me come along. What if something happens to you? I know Dodger is a smart dog but- he can’t help you if it comes down to it.”

“Sweetheart,” you pressed your nose against his shoulder and mumbled into his shirt, “I’m only twelve weeks. I think I’m more than capable taking a walk without Captain America by my side. Relax,” you giggled when you heard him let out a weary chuckle. “I’m not that fragile, so stop treating me like a porcelain doll.”

“I wish I could,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “But now that you’re carrying our future child, you’ve become twice as precious to me.” He whispered and you smiled, hugging his arm. “So please, for the love of my anxious heart-” He chuckled when you looked up at him, biting back your smile. “Stop doing things that obviously worry me.”

“I wish I could,” you pressed a kiss to his jaw before you pulled away and rose to your feet.

“You wish you could?” He quizzed with narrowed eyes when you glanced back at him. “Y/N, I wasn’t giving you a friendly suggestion. I was telling you- as your husband- that you need to stop doing things that worry me.”

“You know I can’t do that,” you shook your head with a smile that made his frown deepened. “Chris-” you cut yourself off, laughing. “Everything worries you,” you told him and his face softened because you were right. “You won’t even let me clean the house, Chris. Not that I’m complaining but-” you chuckled, “do you see my point?”

“Cleaning the house is hard work and I-” he cut himself off when you shot him a weary look. “Okay, I see your point. But…” He trailed off and rose to his feet, reaching for your hand and pulling you towards him. “Everything I’m doing or- stoping you from doing,” he chuckled when you smiled. “It’s because I love you.”

“I know,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I just wish you’d be a little less protective and irrational otherwise these next six months are going to be incredibly exhausting, not just for me- but for you too.”

“You know I don’t mean to be, but I can’t help it when it comes to you. You are the largest love of my life, Y/N. I was protective over you even before you were pregnant, did you really expect me to dial it down once you started carrying the second largest love of my life?”

“A girl can hope,” you joked and he chuckled. “You know your mom’s going to be heartbroken when she hears that she’s moved down to third place,” you teased and his chuckle turned into laughter.

“To be fair, she moved me down first.” He countered. “And I’m just going to keep moving down when our little bundle of joy joins the Evans’ household.” His hands moved over your still fairly flat belly. “When do we find out if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“You tell me, you’re the one who’s been reading all those pregnancy books.” You reminded him and he chuckled. “I think it’s around eighteen to twenty weeks. But I don’t think it matters, we’re going to love the little bug no matter the gender.”

“That’s true.” He descended to his knees in front of you and pressed a gentle kiss on your stomach. You smiled and ran a hand over his fluffy hair. “Hi baby, it’s your daddy speaking. Your mommy and I are extremely excited to meet you, so much so that these next six months are going to be excruciating. It doesn’t help that your mommy keeps doing things that keeps me on my toes,” he glanced up at you and you chuckled. “She really is a stubborn one, I can only hope you’re nothing like her on that matter.”

“Jerk,” you bit playfully, gently smacking the top of his head.

“But I do hope you’re like her in every other way,” he whispered and you smiled. “Rest easy, little one.” He said as you pulled him back up onto his feet; he smiled as you pressed your lips against him, giving him a tender kiss. “Where are you going?” He asked when you broke the kiss and pulled away.

“I’ve got laundry to do,” you answered.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” He grabbed you from behind and hugged you tightly, drawing laughter from you. “You are going to do absolutely nothing for the next six months as long as I’m around,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck; his beard tickling you.

“I guess I don’t have to do you either,” you teased.

“With me being the exception, of course.”

anonymous asked:

Oooooo, could you combine taking a bath and patching up a wound with rebelcaptian?

Cassian/Jyn. Taking a shower together.

i’m cheating and putting all three of these together :)

Blood. That’s All Jyn sees, standing under the warm spray of the shower. She’s still in her clothes from the mission – they stick to her body with day’s worth of sweat and grime. Still, she stares at the cut on her arm, entranced by the thick red that decorates the torn skin. 

Jyn doesn’t hear the door to her quarters slide open. She doesn’t hear anyone come into the refresher. She doesn’t even hear the shower door click when Cassian pulls the door open. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice cutting through the white noise drowning her senses. Jyn does hear the sharp intake of breath when Cassian sees her arm. “Let me help you with that.”

She watches him grab the medkit from a cabinet and walk into the shower without a second thought. “Bacta?” he asks, blinking water droplets out of his eyes. They bead in his lashes like jewels and Jyn feels the sudden urge to run her fingers along them.

Instead, she settles for wrapping her arms around Cassian, knocking the medkit to the ground. He’s stiff for a spit second, then relaxes into her embrace. “I’m okay,” Jyn says, more for herself than him. “At least, I am now,” she adds, pressing her face closer to his chest. 

The water starts to run cold but Jyn doesn’t care – she feels perfectly warm. 

cons of crabs

  • it’s literally a spider crossed with a humvee
  • evil beady eyes

  • even if you kill it it’s still trying to be hard to eat, like just look at that motherfucker

  • runs sideways for maximum confusion
  • my friend once sent me a picture of one that was the size of a small cow
  • what do crabs even eat? why is this not commonly known information?? i’ll tell you why: they ate the people studying them. i don’t have proof that this is true but i don’t have proof that this is not true either.
pros of crabs

  • none. zero. send them right back to hell where they belong.

Music Shuffle

I was tagged by @flightofthefantasies

Directions: You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to! Put your MP3 player, iTunes, Spotify, etc on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people! No skipping songs!

1) Slut Like You-Pink

2) Scotty Doesn’t Know-Lustra

3) Love on the Brain-Rihanna

4) Gangsta-Kehlani

5) W.T.P-Eminem

6) Wings-Little Mix

7) Hands All Over-Maroon 5

8) Watch Me Move- Fefe Dobson

9) Nobody Love- Tori Kelly

10) Josie-Blink 182

and I will tag @jennymagicalheart @myluvislikewow @lillianfromaccounting @ariallane @theycallmebecca @ladyamandapanda12 @alievans007

“Woof, woof,” Eggsy said into the vent. JB sat beside him, tag wagging and head cocked to the side. He didn’t seem to understand why Eggsy wasn’t facing him when he talked. After a short pause, a distant woof, woof, woof echoed back up the vent from the floor beneath.

When he first moved into the apartment a month ago, he’d be surprised to discover the dog below. It was a yorkie that belonged to an older gentleman—who wasn’t home very often, Eggsy discovered—and went by the name Mr. Pickles. A silly name, if anyone asked Eggsy, for a dog, but who was he to judge? He went by Eggsy.

JB responded with a arf of his own. Eggsy scratched him behind the ear and then called down to the lower floor, “Ar roo roo.”

That got an excited series of yips from Mr. Pickles.

Eggsy wasn’t quite sure when he started talking to the yorkie, but one day he heard him barking, and feeling sorry for the poor little thing, started barking back. Now he made sure to talk to the dog at least once a day.

Eggsy laughed when JB perked up at the conversation. “Did y’ hear that boy?” Eggsy asked. JB snorted with a shake of his head. “Woof, woof,” Eggsy called back down.

He had to get going soon, he had work to get to, but he lingered for a few more minutes. After a final bark, Eggsy left for the day, promising to walk JB when he returned home.

It went on like this for another week, with Mr. Pickles’s owner seldom home. Eggsy couldn’t understand why someone would get a dog if they weren’t going to be home. Though he couldn’t complain too much, because it seemed like Mr. Pickles was well taken of.

On Eggsy’s next day off, he spent the afternoon playing with JB. He’d been pulling a few extra hours at the office, so he hadn’t had much time to spend with the pug. He took him for a walk, swinging by the doggy park along the way, and then made a pit stop at the local pet store. JB went absolutely bonkers at all the other dogs. Eggsy had to save him from getting into a row with a Rottweiler.

After a new toy was bought, Eggsy returned home to Mr. Pickles chattering away down stairs. He set the purchase down on the dining table and said, “Looks like our friend wants to chat, eh JB?”

Eggsy took a seat at the vent and called down, “Woof, woof, woooooof!”

Mr. Pickles barked back, even more excitable than normal. Eggsy chuckled. “Is that so boy? Ar roo roo.”

“Are you speaking with my dog?” A deep, silken voices called up, startling Eggsy.

Eggsy froze, as if the person could actually see him. After a long pause, Eggsy said evasively, “No…”

Mr. Pickles barked, and Eggsy was pretty sure it was dog for ‘liar’.

“It certainly sounded like you were,” The man said. It really wasn’t fair how smooth his voice was.

Eggsy furrowed his brows and huffed. “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t need to talk to him if someone was home to take care of him,” Eggsy snapped.

“Are you calling me negligent?” He didn’t sound angry, more amused than anything, and somehow that chaffed Eggsy more.

“So wot if I am? He’s lonely. I like to keep him company.”

The man didn’t respond, and for a moment Eggsy thought he walked away. He considered barking, to say goodbye to Mr. Pickles, but then the man asked, “You’re 4C correct? The floor above? You just moved in a little over a month ago.”

Eggsy flushed and scratched the back of his neck. He hadn’t thought the man knew who he was. Hell, no one really seemed to bat an eye at him in this complex. “Yeah, wot about it?”

“I realize I never properly introduced myself. My name is Harry Hart,” Harry said.

Eggsy’s stomach totally didn’t just do a little flip. He shifted into a more comfortable position. JB snorted and nudged at his hand. He absently pet the pug. “Uh, I’m Eggsy.” He said, then winced. Smooth.

“Well Eggsy,” Harry said. “Perhaps I can invite you down for some coffee? That is, if you aren’t busy. Properly welcome you into the complex, and you can finally talk to Mr. Pickles in person.”

Eggsy’s face burned hotter. He looked down at JB, who blinked up at him with beady black eyes. Harry added, “You can bring your dog. You have one right? A pug?”

“Yeah, JB.” Eggsy licked his lips, considering. “Uh, okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll be right down.”

“I look forward to putting a face to the barks.”

Eggsy rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but grin. He collected JB, deciding to take one of the toys he just bought with him, and went down to the lower floor. He knocked on the door, his stomach going from small somersaults, to a full on tumble down a hillside. Mr. Pickles barked at the knock.

The door opened a few seconds later, and probably the most handsome bloke Eggsy had ever seen smiled down at him in greeting. Mr. Pickles danced around his feet, tail wagging excitedly. JB bounded towards him before Eggsy could stop him.

“Hi,” Eggsy said, sure he looked stupid, with his wide, starry-eyed expression. But damn, it seemed illegal for someone to have legs that long.

Harry smiled, and Eggsy knew he was gone. “Hello, Eggsy. Welcome to the neighborhood.”



6 Selfies of 2015

I wag tagged my the most gooorgeous ladies @b00kstorebabe and @owlmybooks to post six selfies from 2015 !!

These are just some I really like. 2015 has been the year where I have felt beautiful and I can’t honestly imagine feeling the self hatred I felt until the beginning of this year. Here is to loving yourself! *cheers*

I’d like to tag:

@books-and-cookies / @loquaciouslyliterate / @redgrave-ryuzaki  / @alibraryismyparadise / @ianbrunner / @random-stuff-thrown-into-a-pot / @my-flourish-and-blotts / @kat-from-minasmorgul / @immzies-adventures-through-books / @theboywhoreadsbooks / @bookswithbazzi and just anyone who wants to do it!