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uh i dont live there but its just cool to walk around and stuff, go to the ROM and the AGO maybe (AGO is free if ur under 25)
ooh i def have to go to the ago!! i’m generally just looking forward to taking advantage of good public transportation bc the last time i was in ontario i literally walked everywhere to save cab money and it sucked sdfgfds
for the whump prompts either “They said you stayed by my bedside the whole time…Why?”+ Finnrey OR Caretaker confessing how scared they were when Whumpee is unconscious…or maybe they’re not really… + Rebelcaptain ehehe
Thank you for the requests and apologies for the delay! Both fills are under the read more, hope you enjoy them :D [Prompts from this Whump Love Confessions list]
(Finnrey)
“They said you stayed by my bedside the whole time… Why?”
Rey almost starts, sucking in a breath while her fingers clench slightly around the power cell she’s holding. She doesn’t have to glance out of the corner of her eye to know Finn is gauging her every move. She settles for sliding the cell in place in the blaster. The sharp click fills the silence she hasn’t quite figured out how to fill yet.
Rey bites her lip, wondering if Finn has any memory of the moments before her departure. Her words. Her actions. The sudden flutter in her stomach that has been coming and going for the past days makes it appearance once again. She used to attribute it to relief. Relief of being together once again, of knowing he was safe and sound. But there was an alien feeling in her chest, bubbling behind her ribs, along with the thumping in her ears. She felt it on Crait when holding him tight to her chest, when he burrowed his head in his shoulder–
Their lock eyes and Finn’s gaze is soft. Rey thinks there is a shadow of a smile edging his lips, glistening on his eyes. She does not miss the slight lines by the corner of his eyelids. She is no longer sure the pulsing overwhelming her senses is Finn’s expectancy. It might as well be her own heartbeat.
“I was worried,” she ends up saying, surprised her voice comes out hushed, more of a whisper than a sure and straightforward answer. “Worried that something may happen and I wouldn’t be there to,” she hesitates, “help you.”
Perhaps she has imagined the dimple on Finn’s cheek just now. She grabs another blaster, clicking the cell in place, grateful for having an excuse to lower her gaze. Heat creeps up her neck and she hopes it hasn’t flourished red on her face. She inhales, deeply, trying to calm her racing mind. Her racing heartbeat.
Finn hands her another cell and her heart skips a beat. Their fingers brush together, the flutter comes again and warmth darts up her hand, her arm.
“I am glad you’re okay,” she blurts out. “I was afraid that– that you might have–” she trails off.
Finn’s eyes round slightly, a smile blooms on Rey’s face, unannounced. She wonders if she should mention she reached out to the Force, trying to sense him, make sure he was okay. She remembers the dread that filled her each time and her smile threatens to falter, but the soft gleam of Finn’s eyes spreads it further.
“I am glad you’re okay, too.”
His palm on the back of her hand is not only warm, it sends shivers up her spine and quickens her heartbeat. It makes her skin tingle. She wonders if Finn can feel her nervousness pulsing on her wrist, against his fingers.
The cell lies, forgotten, atop the blaster she should have locked it into.
She spreads her fingers and Finn’s laced into the spaces in between. She curled hers, barely a twitch, into her palm, and Finn squeezed in turn. Rey rests her face against his shoulder, snuggling against his side. He makes a soft sound, a hum, perhaps a surprised, chocked back gasp. She can’t really tell. His warmth is sinking all the way to her bones, quieting her muddled mind.
“Don’t stop taking my hand,” she mumbles into his jacket.
“It’s a deal, I guess,” he whispers into her hair.
***
(Rebelcaptain)
Jyn’s heart clogs her throat at the sensation sliding down the heels of her hands, the sides of her fingers. The red keeps blooming underneath her skin, no matter how hard she presses down. It spreads and spreads, staining the blue fabric into darker shades.
The greater the blood pooling on the ground becomes, the quicker the color wanes from Cassian’s face. The sounds of blaster fire and ion cannons drumming, echoing distantly in her ears though each tremor reverberates on her skin, and the pungent acrid smell of fire and churned flesh burn her nostrils.
But all Jyn has eyes for is Cassian. Cassian and the shrapnel wound on his chest. Cassian and his shaking breathing. Cassian and his eyes fluttering shut. Cassian and his life ebbing away, away from her and her grasp. No matter how hard she tries to stop the blood from seeping out.
He makes a sound and Jyn’s blood freezes in her veins. It rings too much like a choked whine in her ears. She searches for his eyes, barely finding it beneath his half-lidded gaze. She wants to shakes him awake, but the dread of what may happen if she leaves the wound unattended pin her hands down in place. The blood gleams red on her fingers, feels warm sliding down her skin.
“I’m cold.”
It can hardly be qualified as a whisper. It sounds more like an exhausted sigh.
“Hang in there,” she blurts out. “Help’s on the way,” she manages through her tight throat.
She hopes it is a half truth.
An alien coldness wraps around her wrist all of a sudden. It takes a moment for her to realise it’s the grasp of Cassian’s fingers. She swallows down a sob, blinks back the tears burning and welling up in her eyes. Memories flicker across her mind, tightening her throat to the point she can barely breathe.
The corner of Cassian’s lips twitch, almost imperceptibly, and quite possibly she may have not noticed it if he didn’t clench his fingers around her quickened pulse. She can see the phantom of his brief smile in the soft lines etched around his mouth, can feel it in the fondness pooling in his gaze. And just like that, something inside her finishes shattering.
But there no sign he’s heard her. Cassian’s eyes are closed.
When Bodhi tries to pull her away, she realizes the warmth she’d felt streaming down her face were tears.
“You can’t die.”
Jyn mumbles. To Cassian. To the silence stretching before her. Between them. It’s been seventy-two standard hours since they returned from the ground assault, seventy-two standard hours in which she has barely slept at all -any sleep she has got recently can be traced back to Bodhi’s insistence and tactful concern. Though she wonders now if nurse Kaeden has had something to do with her sudden bursts of drowsiness–
She rubs her eye with her forefinger, letting out a deep sigh. Her eyelids feel heavy, the lights above her almost blinding. She blinks several times, trying to keep her exhaustion at bay. She can’t sleep now, she has to make sure Cassian pulls through this. She has to be there for him if, may the Force don’t allow it, his condition changes abruptly. For the worse.
“You can’t die,” she repeats. “That’s an order.”
A yawn tugs at her mouth, and her body is impossibly heavy from one moment to the other. Tiredness pulls her to the edge of the bed, makes her bury her face on the covers, stifling yet another yawn. The worn blanket is soft on her face, her exhale breezes warmth across her face. No matter the sharp smell of antiseptic, she burrows into it–
Until a brush along the side of her thumb jolts her upright.
“I am your superior, sargeant, ” Cassian’s whisper is hoarse and slow. "You can’t boss me around.“
The twinkle on his brown eyes gives him away, though.
Jyn doesn’t see what’s amusing of him nearly dying in her arms. But saves the reprimand for later. Right now, a smile is spreading too fast across her face, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She takes hold of his hand, lacing their fingers together.
“Jyn,” he hears her hum in acknowledgment.
The rattle behind him should make things easier, but he waits until Jyn’s done rummaging through the toolkit. He licks his lips, his finger hovering over the keyboard, while he wonders if he should say anything at all. He sucks in a breath, keeps keying in the coordinates.
“You know, I-” he hesitates, heart clogging his throat. He harrumphs, swallows down the doubt.
“You know I’d never leave you.”
The silence that then stretches out makes him regret even speaking it into existence. Perhaps she’d counted on him not listening… maybe she didn’t really mean for him to listen to that back at the battlefield.
“I know.”
It’s barely above a whisper. Cassian turns so quickly he nearly whips his head around at the rustle of her voice. Her gaze is fixed on the floor, her fingers are toying with the kyber hanging from her neck. Cassian isn’t sure whether it’s best to add something, but as he dwells on something to say, Jyn looks up, locking her eyes with his.
Her cheeks have a faint flush, her green eyes gleam, impossibly bright under a meagre dim yellow halo-light. Cassian pretends not to notice, flashing her a brief but warm smile, even if his insides seem to have suddenly turned into one of those fancy Coruscanti dancers.
For anyone who oves Cassian and K-2: Please read @forestpenguin‘s wonderful fic Functions. The latest chapter is the most wonderful “When Cassian met K-2″ scene ever. It’s funny and touching and heartbreaking and the conversation is so spot on, their voices caught perfectly. Just fabulous.
ahhhhhhh not to be a note hungry gremlin but my posts have gained so much more traction since you started reblogging stuff so, if it's not too time consuming, do keep up w/the good work! (you could also see if anyone wants to join as an admin if it's just one person on this blog)
I think it’s understandable to be a note-hungry gremlin, tbh, so i don’t think that’s something to apologize for lol
I’m starting to breathe a sigh of relief now knowing that more than one person is seeing an uptick in reblogs and/or comments on their visual work, and the whole point of this blog is to enable the fandom by equipping them with artwork and potential talking points as a starting point. I know that part of the reason why people don’t leave comments is because they don’t know what to say (how does one even use words to respond to something that wasn’t made with words to begin with?), so it’s just nice that creators are seeing it happen. That’s all i wanted out of this blog, but for a stretch of time it looked like the method wasn’t working, and i panicked.
Currently, for personal reasons, I don’t want to expand operations to include additional admins, but if something happens to me irl and i’m truly swamped and left with no choice but to bring someone in, I will definitely send out some sort of bat-rebelcap-signal for assistance.
That being said, my concern wasn’t about the time it takes to maintain the blog, but about the effectiveness of the blog. I’m 1000% on board with spending my free time doing this if it’s actually creating a positive effect for the content creators and their audience. if it’s not, then i’m wasting my time, and everyone else’s. much like with Jyn and Cassian, it should go both ways, after all!
nobody: you: Racism is Historically and Statistically Wrong in this essay I will
this is a shoutout to kaadhu for being the best and realest friend on here for NOT blocking me when i sent her essay-length dm’s about shit like the italian election cycle and history of terrorism or IB bitching
