#cornholius

[andorerso]

i wanna be with you everywhere: chapter 1 - for @cornholius​, happy valentine’s day from your secret valentine! hope you enjoy this, I definitely enjoyed writing it :)  

Five times Jyn and Cassian go on a date and one time they don’t.

First date: Bodhi has a favor to ask that may or may not lead to some good old-fashioned fake dating... 

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[oh-nostalgiaa]

for @cornholius, for the rebelcaptain secret santa exchange. 2,733 words of schmoopy holiday fluff. and a corresponding playlist. i do hope you enjoy it!

(thank you to @skitzofreak and @gloriouswhisperstyphoon for assisting with the playlist)

(also on ao3)

Jyn Erso was a cockblock.

An unintentional cockblock, but a cockblock nonetheless. Sure, she thought that her neighbor, Cassian, the EMT, was hot, like, really fucking hot, but it wasn’t as though she purposely set out to sabotage him every time he brought a date home to the apartment right next door to hers.

It had started the day she moved in - and subsequently gotten her too-large couch stuck in her too-small doorway. No amount of fighting with it would get it to budge, and she and Bodhi had given up all hope … until Cassian had stepped from the elevator, and he wasn’t alone. He couldn’t leave them to struggle with it by themselves, though, and he quickly asked for a raincheck, even though his date gave the pouting performance of a lifetime in order to try to change his mind. That day had ended with all three of them sprawled out on the couch and floor, too exhausted to do much else than to order a pizza as a reward for managing to finagle the couch inside with a minimum of curses uttered.

And then there was the time in which Jyn locked herself out of her apartment, clad in just a towel after a shower, shivering violently as she knocked at his door. Of course he happened to be in the midst of a date, as evidenced by messy hair and kiss-swollen lips and his hastily buttoned shirt as he opened the door, letting her in without a second thought. It was an awkward wait for the locksmith, wedged onto the couch between Cassian and his date, clearly disgruntled by the interruption. Jyn hadn’t seen much of that particular woman afterwards.

And then there was the grease-fire incident …

And the smoke alarm that wouldn’t turn off episode …

And the unfortunate paint can bouncing down the staircase leading into their building and almost causing a concussion to his date affair …

Cassian hadn’t brought a date back to his apartment in a while, and Jyn cringed internally every time she wondered if it was because of her. She could hardly decide whether she was the cursed party in all of this, or if he was!

So when she caught sight of Cassian wandering the vendor’s stalls at the annual Holiday Farmer’s Market spanning two whole city blocks, she thought it was only fair to pay his kindness back. She purchased two of the largest hot chocolates she could find, and wove her way through the crowd until she sidled next to him at the makeshift ice skating rink that had been set up.

“Jyn - “, he started, his lips curling up into a smile once he noticed the steaming cup in her hand. “Want me to take that off of your hands for you?”

The glint in his eyes suggested that he was teasing a bit, too, because apparently, she shouldn’t be trusted with hot liquids, lest she spill it … all over one or the both of them. She snorted softly and rolled her eyes, but eventually handed it over, sighing as she warmed both of her hands on her own cup.

“Thought you looked like you could use it”, she answered, shrugging nonchalantly, looking out at the skaters with interest, even though she’d never been very good at it herself. The last thing she wanted was for Cassian to bear witness to the way she’d inevitably end up flat on her ass in the middle of the rink. So sexy, right?

Not that she wanted him to find her sexy! They were just friends, and hardly even that, she thought, more than she found herself an unwitting damsel in distress, and he unfailingly came to her rescue, as close to a knight in shining armor as was humanly possible.

“C’mon”, he urged, gesturing out at the other booths and the crowd as they wandered, “If you’re not busy, we should go and see what else this place has to offer.”

Jyn was grateful for the frigid winter air, and how it could be assumed that the pink in her cheeks was due to that, rather than the seemingly innocuous suggestion. While she hoped that it wasn’t just that Cassian was trying to be neighborly and polite, she hardly thought that he saw her as anything more than his bumbling neighbor who always seemed to need his assistance with something or other.

She’d been so busy at work recently that she hardly had any time for herself - the best part of the day was coming home to her cozy apartment to collapse in bed. It was nice to have a little breather, even though it was Christmas, which meant that anywhere she went, she was assaulted by crowds.

But unlike some, Jyn didn’t much mind the explosion of decorations and overabundance of holiday tunes everywhere she turned.

And she said as much as they stopped to enjoy a rousing rendition of ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’, performed by a local band, Cassian shaking his head vehemently as she raised an eyebrow as if to gauge if he’d be interested in dancing. Instead, they kept walking, visiting every booth in turn.

Cassian shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets, letting slip the tidbit that he didn’t really celebrate the holiday. She asked why as they sampled actual roasted chestnuts, and he explained that he didn’t have any family to celebrate with, and it just didn’t make sense to make a go of it alone. And taking part in the Secret Santa gift exchange at work didn’t count, he insisted, Jyn nodding along seriously, he only participated in that because everybody did, and if he didn’t, someone would be bereft a gift. And he’d look like a Scrooge, and he’s not a Scrooge, Christmas was just a thing that he didn’t really get.

After she accidentally pinned Rudolph’s red nose to his rump, and after Cassian had finished laughing so hard he ended up wheezing, Jyn explained that this was the first year that she’d lived by herself, so while she’d done all the preliminary decorations, she wasn’t really planning on doing much celebration, since she wasn’t able to get home and visit her parents like she wanted to.

She didn’t really let on how lonely the thought of a solo Christmas made her, but anyone with eyes could see some of the light in her eyes fade as she considered spending her first Christmas alone. She knew Cassian knew, too, as he offered the softest little smile (so pretty - he could be so pretty, and probably without the slightest clue that her heart was going haywire in her chest) and gently nudged her shoulder with his own.

“Well”, he started, sighing as he shrugged, “I’ll be alone, you’ll be alone, maybe we could be alone together?”

Things were starting to look up, she thought, nodding her agreement to the unexpected suggestion. “Yeah … yeah, okay. We could have dinner, maybe? I mean, you’ve watched the Grinch, right?”

He shook his head no, and she frowned, shaking her head. “Okay, we’re fixing that, then. We don’t have to watch every Christmas movie ever made, but there are a few that you have to see, and the Grinch is one of them.”

She chanced a glance at Cassian, surprised to notice that his expression had shifted into something more fond than amused, although there was a familiar glint in his eyes as he snorted softly. “My only caveat is that you let me cook”, he stated, his lips pulling his smile ever higher. “We both know that you trying to use that stove is only going to end in disaster.”

Jyn might have huffed out an offended breath, but it wasn’t as though Cassian wasn’t right. It was a small concession to make, and she didn’t mind making it. And for as much as she wanted to play it cool, there was no helping looking ridiculously eager at the thought of spending Christmas Eve together, and all without an actual emergency to bring them back into each other’s orbit. “I suppose that’s an acceptable condition, Cassian. You’ve got a deal.”

She hardly hesitated at all to take his offered hand to shake, officially accepting the terms and conditions they’d set - and if she squinted just a bit, she could pretend that they were actually holding hands, and not for the first time, she was glad for the cold winter air and the way it obscured a blush that hadn’t faded the entire time they’d been walking around.

“Great”, Cassian said, frowning softly for a long, quiet moment, at least until he bent down to quickly brush a kiss to Jyn’s cheek, catching her so off-guard that all she could do was stare. “I’ll see you later, then?”

All Jyn could do was nod dumbly as she watched Cassian smile wider, and then wheel around to stride purposefully toward the exit, the new spring in his step more than enough to set her nerves fluttering all the more. Okay. This was a thing that was happening, and she had things to do in order to make sure that it wouldn’t turn into a complete disaster - which was, of course, just her luck.

But later that evening, when a knock at the door announced Cassian’s arrival, no metaphorical or literal fires needed to be put out, for once. Jyn’s apartment was clean and warm, and her little (fake) tree was already lit up and sparkling in the low light of the living room. And far from all the times that he’d seen her distressed and just this side of panicking, she was calm enough, comfortably barefoot, easily allowing Cassian entrance. She even managed to stay patient and wait, even though she was dying to know what he’d brought for dinner in a little covered container.

“You said you’d bring dinner”, she casually commented, following along as he headed toward the small kitchen. “So I took it upon myself to provide the wine.”

She’d already been a good host, too, in setting out plates, silverware, and napkins, so that all Cassian had to do was serve the food, which he diligently set to doing, the smell that permeated the kitchen once he’d removed the foil enough to cause Jyn to groan pleasantly. “That smells amazing. What’d you make?”

“Chilaquiles”, he answered, glancing at her with a smile, “I like to cook when I can, and it’s my best dish. I hope you like it.”

Jyn reassured Cassian that she most likely would, since it smelled amazing, thanking him once he was finished dishing it out and occupying himself with pulling out her chair for her before pouring the wine and taking his seat, too. They conversed some in between bites, but for the most part, the kitchen was filled by very pleased noises, mostly courtesy of Jyn.

Once they were finished, Cassian shooed Jyn out of the kitchen so that he could take care of the few dirty dishes before they settled on the couch to watch a few ‘Christmas Classics’, as she’d called them. “Alright”, he sighed, sitting close, but not too close, “I put myself in your all too capable hands. What are we watching?”

“Frosty, Rudolph, and the Grinch, of course”, Jyn answered, rolling her eyes as though it was the most obvious answer in the world. “I mean, there are a ton of other Christmas movies you should watch, but we’d kind of be stuck here for a week if we tried to watch them all.”

Cassian considered for a moment, and then shrugged, the hint of a smile on his lips. “Okay, so we’ll have to make a tradition of this, at least until I’ve watched them all.”

Jyn glanced down, unable to hide the size of the grin that suddenly almost split her face, nodding gently. A tradition. It was only an idea, and who knew where they’d be in a year, but the thought of it was more than enough to set her heart to beating all the harder. “We can definitely do that”, she answered, biting her bottom lip gently as she glanced at Cassian from the corner of her eye. “I just won’t be satisfied until you watch all the classics - It’s a Wonderful Life, Home Alone, A Christmas Story, we’ve got enough to last us a while.”

“Good”, he answers, glancing at Jyn from the corner of his eye, his lips pulled up into a hopeful smile.

And maybe … this was a little less innocent than she’d originally thought it was supposed to be … especially after she started the movies, Frosty first, and eventually noticed that they were both scooting incrementally closer to each other on the couch when their shoulders touched, and neither shied away from the other. Her smile widened and she curled up all the closer still as Frosty ended and Rudolph began, pleased to note that Cassian hardly hesitated in extending an arm along the back of her couch, as if allowing her all the access she could ever need should she want to … nuzzle even closer.

Which she did want to do, if she was being perfectly honest. Cassian was warm, and he smelled amazing, and just sitting with him watching movies made her feel more comfortable than she thought she’d felt in ages. And even though she was pulled from her thoughts as he skeptically raised an eyebrow and scoffed at the thought of Hermie wanting to be a dentist, she hardly found reason to mind. There was something incredibly endearing about sharing these movies with Cassian for the very first time.

“Shut up”, she teased, elbowing him in the side gently. “Who said that elves have to be toymakers, anyway? Let the man have his dreams.”

Cassian rolled his eyes as fondly as he could manage, sighing a very put upon sigh. “Alright, fine, I’m watching. I guess dentistry as a career does make a modicum of sense - after all, look at all the candy canes and shit they have to eat … “

Jyn tried not to sing along, she really did, but there was no ignoring the urge. It was Christmas! She only watched these movies once a year! And she didn’t think that her voice was that bad, anyway. Cassian might’ve stifled his laughter, but he didn’t cringe, either, and that had to count for something.

By the time the Grinch came on, Jyn was resting her head comfortably against Cassian’s shoulder, dozing off intermittently, although his short, barking bouts of laughter bring her right back to consciousness every time - especially when he practically doubles over at one point. “I honestly didn’t know what I was missing out on … “

When the movies finally came to an end, Jyn switched the television off, and stood up to stretch, fiddling with her phone until she’d pulled up some holiday playlist or another, smirking when the first song that started playing was the ubiquitous ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’, cheekily offering Cassian a hand. “Wanna dance?”, she asked, her smirk shifting and growing into a wide smile as he readily accepted, gasping as she was pulled close, and the pair of them began moving, albeit a little too slow as compared to the tempo of the song.

… Not that she cared.

One song turned into three, and neither of them attempted to pull away from each other. Even though their dancing slowly faded until they were barely moving back and forth, just content to hold each other and sway bathed in the glow from her Christmas lights, only pulling apart in surprise when her clock chimed, announcing that it was midnight, much later than either of them had expected to still be together.

“Merry Christmas, Cassian”, Jyn murmured, tilting her head up to meet his eyes, taken off guard in the best possible ways when he suddenly bent down to capture her lips in a soft, sweet kiss, her arms tightening around his neck, keeping him close.

Cassian pulled away, resting his forehead against Jyn’s, grinning so brightly that she thought he totally outshone the lights she’d put up, huffing out a chuckle that made her heart skip a beat.

“What are you doing New Year’s Eve?”

[thestarbirdfromtheashes]

84 for the prompts list please (rebelcaptain of course) :)

Look at me getting prompts done lately! IKR?!?! Still, I’m sorry this is so late.

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84. “I can’t lose you.”

Jyn clung tight to Cassian on Scarif’s beach, wind whippingaround them as they awaited the end. The Death Star had fired, and there wasnothing to do now but embrace their demise as she embraced this man she’d hatedand then come to think of as something more in such a short amount of time. Theyknew each other so little, and yet, and yet,she felt like she’d lived a lifetime with Cassian in those few short days.

It didn’t feel like the end. It felt like the beginning.

The blastwave was almost upon them. Jyn’s eyes closed.

Suddenly, sand sprayed into her face and a gust of wind hither from…the opposite direction? She looked up in shock, away from the ocean,to see a shuttle hovering and a rebel pilot urgently beckoning to her.

“We have to go!” she said to Cassian, tugging at him.Already she was moving, the shuttle so close –

But Cassian wasn’t.Jyn looked back at his face, her arms still twined around him. His eyes wereclosed, but he wasn’t responsive.

He’d passed out.

Or he’d –

“No!”Jyn cried. She grabbed his face with both hands and looked out at the oncomingblastwave. It was too close, way too close, and any second now it would be uponthem. Her head swiveled toward the shuttle, their escape, and the rebel nowshaking his head and mouthing words to her.

Her gaze went back to Cassian.

“Cassian, no! No…. I can’t lose you!”

And she wasn’t going to lose this one chance. She pulled hisface to hers, kissed him hard on the lips, and leaned back. With all her strength,she hauled him to the shuttle, and the rebel helped them board.

The shuttle cleared the beach just as the blastwave hit.

By the time they jumped to hyperspace, Cassian had regainedconsciousness again, and he was gazing at Jyn as he lay in the bunk at the backof the ship. She sat on the edge of it.

“Did you…?” he said to her.

“Did I what?” she asked breathlessly, holding his handagainst her cheek. He shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said, and Jyn smiled.

“Rest,” she replied, laying his hand on his chest. “We’ll behome soon.”

Cassian gave her a tentative smile back, and he nodded.

They were going home.

[jenniferjuni-per]

#18 for rebelcaptain please and thank you :)

18. things you said when you were scared

The knock on his door roused Cassian from a fitful sleep, getting up quickly and throwing pants and a shirt on to answer it. Jyn stood at his door, and if it were possible to look defiant and sheepish at the same time she managed it.

“Jyn?”

She bit her lip, before the words tumbled out of her in a rush. “I was sitting with Bodhi and the other pilots and they were telling weird stories about spirits that roam about on the other side of the temple and that’s why no one goes there and I just laughed at them but now I can’t sleep.” She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her. “Can I sleep here?”

Cassian blinked, tried oh so hard not to break into a smile. “Of course.” He stepped aside to let Jyn into his room. She walked in, stopped by the side of the bed for a moment, before she shrugged her shoulders and climbed in, pasting herself to the side closest to the wall. Cassian pressed his lips together, and climbed in beside her. There was at least a foot of room between them, and the bed wasn’t big to begin with. Cassian sighed.

“You know, you can move over some more. There’s plenty of room.”

Jyn cautiously rolled over until she was on her back, her face still turned away. Their shoulders brushed, and they both froze.

“Okay?” Cassian managed to squeak out. Jyn nodded stiffly. Cassian turned off the light, and a heavy silence filled the room.

“Cassian?” Jyn finally whispered into the darkness, “Are you asleep?”

“Not yet.”

“Tell me I’m being stupid, but it’s not true, is it? About the spirits?”

“You’re not stupid.”

“So it’s true?!”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Will you tell me if it’s true or not?”

“What difference does it make, Jyn? They may or may not be there. It really depends on what you believe.”

Jyn was silent for so long that Cassian thought she’d fallen asleep. Until the sheets rustled, and he could feel her turning towards him, and tentatively getting closer. The warmth of her body next to him sent a jolt through his spine.

“Cassian?”

“Mm?”

“Will you-- hold me?”

Cassian hesitated only for a moment, before he turned to her and wrapped his arms around her. “Is this okay?” His heart thudded in his chest, and he hoped she couldn’t feel it.

“Much better.” She sighed, and Cassian could feel her body relaxing in his arms. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Jyn.” And he secretly hoped there would be more times like this.

send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic

[particeps-criminis]

I was tagged by @cornholius! Thank youuuu! :D

name: Kathryne (aka one of the weirdest most original spellings I’ve seen for that name)

nicknames: My friends call me Kat; my siblings call me anything from Pug to Squishes to Short Stack 

zodiac sign: Libra

height: 5′9″ (ish)

nationality: American

favorite fruit: Peaches!

favorite season: Autumn

favorite book: My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult

favorite flower: Lilies, maybe? I’m not a huge fan of flowers overall

favorite color: Blue

favorite animal: Tigers

coffee/tea/hot cocoa: All of the above, please and thank you. 

average sleep hours: Depends on the night, but traditionally about seven. 

cat or dog person: Dogs (mainly because I’m horribly allergic to cats)

favorite fictional character: Just one??? Um, rude. Probably Lizzie Bennett from Pride and Prejudice

number of blankets you sleep with: One in the summer, up to four in the winter lol

blog created: My junior year of high school… So, fall 2013, I think?

number of followers: 243, but I don’t want to know how many of those are porn bots

random fact:  Captain John Andre, who the infamous traitor Benedict Arnold sold American secrets to during the American Revolution, used to date Benedict Arnold’s wife. 

I’m tagging @carr-crashh-heartss, @oh-nostalgiaa, @adobewanknnobi, @grexigone, @grandma-daffodil, @sunlightthroughleaves, and whoever else wants to do this!

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I was tagged by @cornholius and @rebsrising - thank you both for tagging me!

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

It’s not going to be 20 I’m afraid, just to warn you now...

A - Age: Old enough to know better but still young enough to do it anyway.  And that is all I’m saying (I’m a tumblr oldie!).

B - Birthplace: Stockport, Cheshire

C - Current Time: 11.16am

D - Drink You Last Had: Black coffee

E - Easiest Person To Talk To: My bestie @stardustandstrawberries and my elder brother Steve

F - Favorite Song: Love is a wonderful colour by The Icicle Works

G - Grossest Memory: Being at the theatre with a very bad case of food poisoning; going out partway thru’ “Don Govanni” to throw up on the fire escape, and then creeping back in to watch the rest of Act 2.

H - Horror Yes or Horror No: Horror NO.  Oh gods, please, no.

I - In Love?: No.  (In crush?  YES.  Hells yes).

J - Jealous of People?: I try not to be.  Envious, sometimes, yes.

L - Love At First Sight Or Should I Walk By Again: Er - as in, which do I do, or which do I believe in, or which trope do I prefer in fic, or what?  Sorry, question does not compute.

M - Middle Name: Elizabeth Claire

N - Number of Siblings: 2; an older brother and a younger half-brother.

O - One Wish: Be published by a proper publisher and see my books sell and be loved (okay, that’s kind of more than one, but they all link up so that’s okay, right?!?)

P - Person You Called Last: My mum.

Q - Question You Are Always Asked: Why are you single?

R - Reason to Smile: The sun is shining, I’m not working till 7pm today and I met a lovely fluffy plot bunny in the shower this morning.

S - Song You Sang Last: I was humming part of the soundtrack to The Piano earlier - I think it’s the track called The Heart Asks Pleasure First.

T - Time You Woke Up: 7.50am

U - Underwear Colour: Navy and cream

V - Vacation Destination: Haven’t got one coming at the moment >sigh<.  

If I could only ever go to one place and  it had to be my own country, then either Cornwall or the Isle of Wight.  If I could only ever go to one place and it could be overseas, then Greece.  If I could have all my dream holidays, then: back to everywhere I’ve ever loved (Greece, Spain, France, Italy, Cyprus, Cuba, Portugal, Turkey), plus Mexico, Guatemala, Peru, India, Canada, east Africa, west Africa, the US at some point -  boy, would I travel!

W - Worst Habit: Procrastination, fear (they are connected btw).

X - X-rays: Good grief, dozens.  I am accident-prone (& British, so not getting billed a frigging fortune for a necessary medical procedure).  Both ankles (the left multiple times), both knees, most of the leg bones at various times, chest, abdomen, both hands and wrists (the right multiple times) and both arms at various times, right collar bone, jaw/teeth.  Pretty much all of me in fact!

Y - Your favourite food: Stuffed aubergine, grilled sardines, gigantes plaki.

Z - Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Tagging @redbloodblue @ersonist @bjorkshirepudding @katsdisturbed @rogue-stars @lustfulpasiphae @mototwinkclub @janeclarielle @disneybrony @rapidashpatronus @thisideofthegalaxy @vablatsky @ohmytheon @hanorganaas @bisexualsweeney @her-pegship

Feel free to ignore if you don’t want to be tagged, and apologies if you’ve done it already (& even more apologies if you’ve tagged me before and I missed it!); also hi from me and I hope you’re all well!

[andorerso]

i wanna be with you everywhere: chapter 3 - Rebelcaptain Secret Valentine gift for @cornholius​

Five times Jyn and Cassian go on a date and one time they don’t.

Third date: Jyn’s attempt to bake a cake for Cassian’s birthday doesn’t go as planned

Jyn regrets her brilliant idea to bake for Cassian’s birthday the minute he takes a bite of her cheesecake – his favorite. Evidently, not anymore.

Sure, her attempt at baking didn’t exactly go the way she wanted it to, – she accidentally left it in the oven too long while showering and it left it a little darkened and crispy – but she hoped it would be edible, at least. Based on the way Cassian briefly grimaces when he takes his first bite, it isn’t.

She’s a little afraid to ask now. “Well?”

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[andorerso]

i wanna be with you everywhere: chapter 2 - Rebelcaptain Secret Valentine gift for @cornholius​ 

Five times Jyn and Cassian go on a date and one time they don’t.

Second date: Accidents, interruptions, pizza, and “netflix and chill.” Not necessarily in that order.

It’s a last-minute decision to stay at home instead of going out to see a movie like they had planned, but Jyn takes one look at Cassian standing on her doorstep in form-fitting jeans and a blue sweater, waiting for her with a soft smile on his face that she’s slowly getting used to, and she promptly drags him inside by the collar of his undershirt, kissing him instead of saying hello.

Cassian doesn’t complain, running with her impulsiveness, hands curling around her waist as he, at least, has the good sense to kick the door shut behind them. Then they’re in the living room, on the couch, and it’s at least half an hour before they stop. By then, they’re already late to their movie, and, frankly, she doesn’t mind.

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