#cassian andor reader insert

[dameronology]

Cassian angst. Cassian angst. Cassian angst. CASSIAN ANDOR ANGST. Now, as much as I love fluff and smut, please I’m begging for some Cassian angst! Please break my heart🥴🥴 Maybe with the prompt "i love you. i've always loved you."🫣 Thank you and have an amazing day!!🫶🫶🫶

i'm sat in the library at uni rn and i should be writing my dissertation but i remembered this in my inbox and couldn't stop thinking about it

Cassian hadn't meant to piss you off.

But, if there was one thing he had learnt over the course of your relationship, it was that he never meant to piss you off. The intention was absent but the action was...well, it was present. And pretty fucking constant. He didn't often think about his actions (and even less about the things he said) and more often than not, you found yourselves with locked horns and bitter words. It got to the point where people in the Rebellion would tip-toe around the pair of you just for fear of being caught in the middle of it.

You wouldn't have described yourselves as enemies, not by any stretch of the imagination. Friends was a strong word too. Then again, there didn't seem to be a specific term for co-workers who have been each other's partner in crime for like five years and really admire each other and probably wanna fuck but also there's tension and-

-you probably get the point.

You were only in Cassian's life by circumstance, as he was in yours. The Rebellion forced you together and even though you'd always had the option to work alone or partner up with someone else, you never strayed from his side.

Even when you argued constantly. Even when Cassian pulled the dumbest shit.

"You could have at least asked me before you attacked the base!" you hadn't meant to yell. He just brought it out of you. "There were Storm Troopers everywhere-"

"- I don't need your permission!" Cassian cut you off. "I knew what I was doing. I made it out alive, didn't I?"

"Because of luck, Cass," you muttered. "Dumb fucking luck."

He snorted, rolling his eyes and pointing to you. "You wanna talk about dumb luck?"

"Cut the snide comments," you snapped. "You can't keep avoiding the point I'm making - we're partners and you keep making stupid decisions on your own!"

"So even if I made them with you, they'd still be stupid?"

"Yeah, but we'd be making them together."

"I don't get your logic," he muttered.

"We're meant to be a team," you quietly said. "I've worked with you for the better part of five years. I've tried so hard and sometimes it feels like you don't even like me."

"Hey," Cassian's voice went soft all of a sudden. "That's not true-"

"- I can take the yelling and insults, okay?" you continued. "I just can't deal with you not trusting me in the field. That just feels insulting, like you don't trust me-"

"- I trust you with my life," he cut you off. "More than anyone or anything."

"So why do you act like you hate me?" you pushed.

"I don't hate you..."

"What is it then?" you huffed. "What could possibly make you act like I'm your worst fucking enemy-"

"- I love you," he said. "I've always loved you."

"You do?"

"It seems as though there is a fine line between love and hate and how it makes someone act, but I have never been more sure of where I stand," Cassian admitted. "Do you ever see me arguing with anyone the way I do with you? Trying to protect them that way, or care about them that way?"

"No. I don't."

"There you go, then," he smiled. "I love you."

[fireinmoonshot]

Could you do a drabble with Cassian Andor with the prompt "you can trust me?" Maybe make it a bit angsty if you do that kind of thing? If not, it's okay! I just love your writing! Thanks in advance!

Pairing: Reader x Cassian Andor.Fandom: Star WarsWarnings: None.Word Count: 434Prompts: “You can trust me.”

Cassian had known that you were suffering nightmares about that day on Scarif. He’d been sleeping in the same bed as you for months now and no matter how hard you tried to conceal the dreams that woke you up every single night, he’d found out about them.

You were still dreaming about the possibility of your death. It had been seconds. You’d had seconds to get out of there and somehow, you’d all made it. Somehow you were still alive with Cassian and you still couldn’t quite believe it.

Yet, every night you still woke up from the same nightmare – you had died on Scarif. You had been on the beach with Cassian and you hadn’t made it off the planet. And every night you woke up, breathing heavy and mind racing.

On the night of one of your worst nightmares, one of the most vivid ones, Cassian had stayed awake. He’d meant to sleep, but his mind was on overdrive worrying about you. Worrying that you’d wake up alone in the middle of the night from another one of the dreams that was ruining your sleep and taking over your life.

When you sat up suddenly, breathing heavily as usual, Cassian was there. He shuffled over closer to you, a hand resting on your back. You jumped, not expecting it.

“Hey, shh,” he whispered. “It’s okay. You can trust me. You’re okay.”

You met his eyes in the dark of the room and, not meaning to, burst into tears. All of the stress from the last few months and the buildup of all of the dreams hit you at once. Cassian moved to instantly wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He rubbed your back softly as you sobbed into his shirt.

“You’re safe. We made it out of there alive. You’re safe,” he mumbled to you, stroking your hair and letting you get all of your emotions out. You gasped for breath, stopping your sobs for only a second to mutter a few words.

“How did you know?” You asked, voice soft and broken.

Cassian’s heart broke at the sound of your voice. “I’ve woken up sometimes when you do,” he admitted, still rubbing your back softly. “I want you to be okay. And you will be.”

He continued stroking your hair and rubbing your back until you drifted asleep in his arms once more. As he lay you back down on the pillow, a small smile rose onto his face. He moved to lay down next to you, hoping and praying you had a dreamless sleep now.

[obiwan824]

Drunk- Cassian x Reader

Requested by anon

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, alcohol, anger, fights, very minor abusive qualities

“What the hell are you doing?”

Cassian quickly turned to face his girlfriend. “Princesa-”

“How much- how much have you had?” Y/N asked softly, taking the bottle from his hand. She studied the contents, sighing when she noticed it was almost empty. She turned her gaze to his eyes, glassy and holding a far away look. He was a bit tipsy, not drunk yet, but toeing the line. Y/N walked over to the trash and noticed the piles of glass residing in the bag. There were more bottles of wine and beer all around their quarters.

“Not much?” Cassian said, his voice slurred, phrasing it like a question.

“Cas,” she scolded, her eyes brimming with tears. “Please tell me this is a one-time thing- just- we’ll talk about this when you’re sober.”

Y/N carefully helped her boyfriend up and led him to bed. Once he was tucked in, she waited until he passed out to leave and close the door behind her. She had returned home early from a mission and was excited to surprise her boyfriend. She hadn’t expected to find him wading in a pile of empty alcohol bottles. She sat on the couch and drifted off into a fitful sleep.

…

“Princesa? My amor?” Cas called into the kitchen, voice laced with anxiety. He had no idea how much his girlfriend had seen- he remembered little from the past few nights, only knowing that Y/N had returned early. The odds were against him, there was only a sliver of a chance that she hadn’t caught him. He stepped into the area, finding a large breakfast on the table. Either she was happy to be home, or she was beyond angry with him. When she whipped around with furrowed eyebrows, her eyes narrowed and crackling with anger, he quickly knew the answer. “Princesa-”

“Don’t call me that!” her voice bordered on hysterics, she was obviously furious. When he flinched, Y/N softened. “I- I’m not your princess right now, okay? You- you have to- to understand-”

He reached out for her, but she stepped back, her eyes filled with tears. “How much did you see?”

“I saw you drunk on the couch and the piles of beer bottles everywhere,” she said, her tone of voice injuring him as if she had slapped him. “How long has this been going on?”

“Since- since-” Cassian swallowed hard. “Since I was old enough to buy it. I- when we got together- I stopped. But-but whenever you’re gone, I’m worried, and-”

“You make it seem like it’s my fault!” Y/N exclaimed, her voice only growing in volume. Cassian quickly realized his mistake. “I don’t choose when I go on missions! And- and if you really cared about me, if you worried about me that much, you wouldn’t do this to yourself! You wouldn’t hurt the person I love!”

He closed his eyes. “Princesa, I’m sorry!”

“You have to stop,” his girlfriend said firmly, her voice breaking. “This ends today. This needs to end today.”

“I can’t!” Cas shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. She shrank back, but he was too far in to stop now. “Don’t you understand? This- this is the only way for me to deal with this! The war-”

“Is hard on me, too!” she screamed, stepping forward once more. “We’re all struggling, and we all have different ways of dealing with it, but this isn’t acceptable! There are other ways-”

“You don’t understand me!”

She rolled her eyes. “I love you, Cas!”

“Maybe I don’t love you!” he raised a fist to her and she stepped back. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears. He gasped and put a hand over his mouth. “Princesa, I’m sorry, my- my love, I love you, please-”

“This ends,” she said slowly, emphasizing each word. “Or we end. You pull yourself together or I’m leaving. I can’t handle this.”

Y/N walked out, leaving Cas to stare after her. By the time he went to go find her, she had already left for a new mission.

…

He didn’t cry. He didn’t shout or scream or even process the information. His mind and body went numb, all thoughts and logic were replaced by terror. Cassian turned to the few people that made up Rogue One.

“I’m going to find her.”

“We’re coming with you,” Jyn insisted, squeezing his shoulder. “I know what it’s like to lose someone- I’m not going to let that happen to you.”

He couldn’t even manage a thin smile. He nodded stiffly and sprinted towards the ship, desperate to get to her as soon as possible.

“We’re coming for you, Y/N,” he whispered under his breath. “You’ll be safe.”

 When they found her, she was beaten up and passed out. To Cassian, she was beautiful. He scooped her up and carried her to the ship, only finding comfort when he lay her in bed and she reached out in her sleep for him to join her. With her curled up against his chest, her heart beating steadily against him as a reminder she would be okay, he fell asleep.

…

“I’m so sorry, princesa,” he mumbled when she woke up, openly crying. She kissed him softly.

“It’s okay, Cas. Are you done drinking?”

Cassian grinned and kissed her once more. “If it makes you happy I will never drink again.”

[dameronology]

hello !! how are u? if you're still taking headcanon requests, could you please write some for cassian andor? maybe something domestic and fluffy since the poor man has gone through enough

thank you !!!!!!

i am very well thank u and even better now that i wrote these because i adore cassian

when cassian finally settles down after the war (which he survives btw and no i won't negotiate) it feels surreal to him

he's so used to always being on the move; prepping for his next mission, making plans in case the worst happens, constantly wondering where he's going to sleep the next night

tbh to him, home is literally wherever you are but when you find your little apartment in downtown coruscant, he loves it straight away

cassian's entire life can be fit into a suitcase so the place is a little bare for a few weeks

but then you buy some nice furniture and photo frames and cushions and the place starts to fill up

you fall into a nice routine; you naturally work around each other anyways but having your lives intertwine so easily in a constant space is everything

he likes to wake up at the crack of dawn, as always, and makes caff

cass' cooking skills aren't up to par just yet so he'll wait for you to wake up and make breakfast lol

but he can manage...maybe cereal and toast. so if that's what you like, then he's golden

he's very tidy too; probably a product of sharing space in the rebellion for such a long time, but the place is always spotless when he's around

filling the space with personal, meaningful items is essential to him

mostly photos of the two of you, but other random things too - ticket stubs from when you went to the cinema, receipts from your first proper dinner date, little notes he's written you

the place is just like a physical manifestation of your relationship

cozy and warm and filled with love