Rogue..one

Cassian loves to make out with you

Sometimes he is too tired to take things to another level

Like, some days, after he’s done with his job, he goes to your quarters and finds you taking your clothes off, after a long day of work as well

And he hugs you and presses his face on your neck, smelling your scent

You ask him if there is anything wrong, but he just mumbles “I need to relax”

And you know that when he says that he doesn’t mean like “I wanna have sex”, he means “Let’s make out, please”

So you smile and hugs him back, pulling his hair softly so he will look at you, and you kiss him - a passionate but sloppy kiss

Cassian holds your waist, burrying his fingers on your bare skin and pushing you until you fall on the bed, with him on top of you

He starts to kiss your jaw and neck, as you put your hands under his shirt, massaging his skin with gentle touches

Then Cassian takes his shirt off, kissing your lips again and biting and sucking your lower lip

You switch the positions, getting on top of him this time, and continues the kiss, moaning against his lips

Again, Cassian grabs your waist, a little harder this time

Starting to move your hips on him, you create a great friction that makes Cassian groan, breaking the kiss

He closes his eyes, his lips swollen from the previous kiss (just like yours), and feels you sucking the soft and sensitive skin of his neck and shoulder, biting a little bit as well

“Fuck, (Y/N)…”

And when you’re feeling that he’s getting hard underneath you, Cassian makes you stop

You look at him, and he sits down, kissing you gently this time

You suck his lower lip at the end of the kiss, and he smiles

“I hate you, I was almost getting in the mood”, you say to him, trying not to smile

Oh no, Anon. I’m sorry, but I’m not playing today and you are not sincere.

Because this has been spoken about at length for over a year so unless you walked into the fandom yesterday you will have heard this subject covered if you cared even the least little bit about Finn. Plus you’re on anon so I can only assume you’re a random Greyface trying to start shit and will treat you accordingly.

I frankly barely know where to start with all the bs in your ask, so I’ll address it at random.

1) Finn is not an moc. Finn is Black. This matters, it matters greatly because poc are not interchangeable and anti Blackness is a specific form of racism that among other things makes people subconsciously unwilling to pare him off with white characters.

2) A pairing between a Black character and a white one can never be heteronormative. Did you read any of the stuff I linked to, because you didn’t pay any attention if you did as it’s explained why. Or is it just that you don’t want to accept the words of a Black woman so you try me trying to see if I’ll be more sympathetic?

Okay then, let me recap for you.

Heteronormativity is rooted in white supremacy, the idea that white people go with white people and that Black people certainly aren’t viable partners for a white person. (See this is why it matters that Finn is Black, stop erasing his Blackness. When you speak about a single character use their race and not just the generic moc/woc/poc, because it makes a big difference.)

Please learn what a term means and actually covers before throwing it about.

3) You really do need to read what is said and not just fling stuff around, because this is my words.

So if you can see the chemistry between Finn and Poe as romantic, but cannot see it between Finn and Rey, you need to take a very long and very, very hard look at yourself and ask yourself why that is.

Read it. Read it again. Then read it twenty more times.

I wasn’t talking about shipping, I was talking about not being able to see the chemistry between Finn and Rey as having romantic potential, while claiming to see it between Finn and Poe. See above for more about why this is a problem.

And frankly given how deplorably Finnpoe shippers treat Finn, you really need a better defense than what you present here. I know of maybe a handful of Stormpilot shippers who give Finn even the time of day in their ship, or treats him as his own person rather than a prop for Poe.

Given that you can apparently legitimately ask me this, question then you do not belong in that handful. If you had paid even the slightest bit of attention to the discussion that’s been going on for over a year now concerning Finn, you would already know this.

leia organa: do you tend to be more of a follower or a leader?

luke skywalker: if you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?

rey: what’s one thing you are hoping will happen this year?

han solo: do you view yourself as an optimist or a pessimist?

c-3po: how many languages do you speak?

finn: what do you consider to be your most heroic moment?

anakin skywalker: do you believe in destiny? 

kylo ren: who is your biggest icon/source of inspiration?

poe dameron: do you currently have a crush on someone?

bb-8: are you good at keeping secrets?

padmé amidala: do you consider yourself an idealist?

yoda: do you give good advice?

obi-wan kenobi: what is your biggest regret?

Can I fucking kiss him????

It is no secret that Bodhi is in love with you

But you being you simply doesn’t seem to notice at all, even with the signs that he is giving you

Such like

Whenever you’re around, Bodhi blushes a lot, especially by hearing you talk

He can’t take his eyes off of you

He can talk to you “normally” (like, have a normal chat, etc), but he definitely has a silly smile on his face while doing it

When you ask him to do something for you, like fix something or whatever, he do immediatelly

Chirrut giggles all the time at how Bodhi likes you, not that he think it’s funny, but it’s cute to feel (and believe, he can feel)

Cassian rolls his eyes playfully everytime that Bodhi starts to shake because you’re too close to him or something

Truth is: Bodhi doesn’t tell you that he’s in love with you because he thinks you may not feel the same

“She/he would never fall in love with me”

End up that K-2SO is the one who tells you about Bodhi’s feelings for you

Which makes him blush like mad and ask Cassian to turn off the droid

You talk to him about it later that day

His world falls apart

He’s secretly worried that you won’t make it

Broken bones, perforated lungs, lots and lots of bruises, concussion, damaged skull, etc

You weren’t even breathing on your own, there was a lot of tubes on your face

He definitely wouldn’t let you go on another mission to crash your ship so hard again

People kept telling him that you were going to be fine

But doctors were struggling to make you get better and at least wake up

Poe takes a whole week off and doesn’t leave your side

He doesn’t even eat until Leia makes him do, promising that she will stay with you for him

Also he doesn’t sleep

Pretty much because when he does, he has these nightmares that you’re dead

And his mind is already tired of thinking about that when he’s awake

Poe holds your hand the entire time

Did I mentioned that he can’t stop crying at night, when he’s alone with you on your room at the medical bay?

He prays to the Force and everything he knows to keep you alive

Almost loses his mind on every surgery you go through, thinking that you won’t handle it

He’s sure that he hasn’t suffered like this since Shara’s death

I managed to get something written for you guys!! It’s short and very different from my other writings but I’m really proud of it. This is for Carrie. Princess Leia has always been my favorite and most influential fictional role model, alongside Hermione Granger, and I’m heartbroken and devastated that the incredible woman that brought her to life has passed. Rest in peace, Space Mom. May the force be with you.

I’m usually careful to keep pronouns to a minimum, but it was necessary for this fic for the reader to be female. Sorry to anyone that this excludes. (Please feel free to copy this into Word and use the Replace function to replace the pronouns with your own so that you can still enjoy.) – 
Pairing(s): Cassian x Reader (I promise that I write more than just Cassian) Words: a couple hundred? Warnings: None. Just lots of feelings. – Everyone could tell that they were more than just friends.

The team would sit down for a few drinks after a tough mission, and she’d assume her position at her Captain’s right hand. No one would question it, just exchange quick glances that would say more than any of them could out loud.

Cassian would make a witty comment and immediately look at her to see her reaction. She’d laugh a little too hard and lean a little too close for them to be just friends.

He seem mesmerized by her smile, enchanted by her laugh. There was no one like her, no one that got along quite as well with K-2, no one that could match him stride for stride on the battlefield. He’d stare a little too long for them to be just friends.

We’d talk about the mission for a moment before we all got too drunk to remember the events that had transpired. A few of us would bring up the sling she had on her arm, and question the anger that had come wafting off of Cassian when she got shot. He’d brush it off, but place his arm protectively around her waist, holding her a little too close for them to be just friends.

We all knew that she wouldn’t be leaving with us tomorrow. Without her right hand she couldn’t hold a blaster or fly the ship, the two things she was best at and most needed for. The whole team knew how that scene would play out.

“Promise me that you guys will be careful.” She’d say, staring straight at the Captain. We’d all answer that “of course we will be careful” and he’d mutter something about her needing to rest up.

She’d hug us all. Of course she’d be worrying about her team. She jokingly called us “her children”, and we had all accepted her as our mother, to a degree. It was just unspoken that Cassian was our father.

She’d hug the Captain a little longer than the rest of us, murmuring that he’d “better not do anything stupid”, and he’d smile. She’d worry a little too much for them to be just friends.

When she was healed enough to come along on another mission, Cassian would keep her behind him. She’d complain, trying to push him out of her way and hit her kill quota, and eventually he’d admit, defeatedly, that we needed her. She’d step out of the ship, as fierce and capable in battle as always.

When we got home, he’d keep her behind as the rest of us dealt with gear. “You know you needed me. I’m fine.” She’d say, shoving him out of the way so that she could help us unload.

He’d grab her shoulder, keeping her there with him. “I can’t let you get hurt again. The team needs you alive and functioning.” He wouldn’t say what he was really thinking, that he was the one that truly needed her alive. She’d argue, he’d fight back. He’d get a little too worked up for them to be just friends.

But for now, we’d watch them steal glances at each other over drinks, comfortable from the alcohol, judgement a little off, dancing around each other.

This was the way it had always been.