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I promise you this ⋆˚࿔ part one

summary: you have a past with cassian andor. nonths later, after the harrowing days of rogue one, he brings you on a recon mission. it’s the first time the two of you have spent this much time alone since everything fell apart - and since the two of you stopped sleeping together. despite your best intentions, things go wrong in the field during recon — and to top that, the cooling unit breaks on the ship. heat pressing in from every corner, confessions bubble to the surface, even when you are determined to keep them behind lock and key.

cw: 3.2k words, cassian x reader, language, angst, arguing, post rogue one (but cassian made it out)

Cassian is quiet in the cockpit.

You're working on the cooling unit in the cargo hold - which has decided to break again - as the ship sails through hyperspace from Kol Iben's estuary moon Trask. The sea of light casts the cargo hold in waves of blue, dancing across your legs as you lie on your back in the open panel of the ship wall.

It's been a few hours. If your internal clock is right, you've got a few more until you arrive back on Yavin. The recon mission was a bust; just a bunch of false leads and dead ends, leaving both you and Cassian frustrated and ready to head home after a nasty argument in the shipyards on Trask.

You'd already been pretty pissed when Cassian pulled you from your assigned squad. Apparently, he thought you'd be happy to get a chance to go off-world, but he was wrong. Even if you did want to start doing recon, Cassian was the last person on base you wanted to work with right now, even if he once used to mean more to you. A great deal more.

Back when Bix left, when you'd been benched from missions after getting injured, you'd both been lonely. What started as something causal ended up being a recurring way to blow off steam. Cassian used to be the only person you trusted, the only person who could make everything else fall away.

Then, Rogue One happened; Cassian took a step back from command. And from you.

He left Yavin for a while, and by the time he got back, it was clear the little pocket you'd built together wasn't functional anymore. You argued anytime you were together; over missions, command politics, training.

He was the first person you met on base when you were taken in with the Rebellion, and now it seemed like he was still on Aldhani, galaxies, and lightyears away from you.

You'd moved on with more bitterness towards him than you'd wanted to carry. But you knew it was never anything serious, nothing to lose sleep over.

And yet, you did lose sleep over it. Something in you felt more about the situation, about Cassian; that much was clear.

But that was nearly an entire cycle ago. Since then, you've been on a few missions together, but never alone. Not like this.

A pipe squeaks above you just as you finish bolting the one to your right, and smoke shoots out, making you jump. You bump your head on another pipe and curse, hand flying out to try and twist the pipe away.

"Andor!"

Footsteps pound, and Cassian's face appears.

"Tape! Yellow!"

The tape appears. You grab it.

"I need - shit," you wince as the steam begins to shoot out in aggressive puffs, "your hands, hurry!"

He climbs into the hole, and squeezes himself into the space. You wiggle to try and make room as his knees slide onto either side of your right leg, hand bracing himself up beside your head.

"Hand, here." You grab his free palm, warm and rough, and wrap it around the base of the pipe as you wrap the yellow tape furiously around the burst metal. You bite the end to tear it and hold the end piece, fastening it as best you can.

The hold grows silent. You lie still, waiting to see if it will work. A few seconds pass, and the pipe stays secure.

You breathe out in relief. Cassian's relieved sigh meets yours, and you glance up at him, at the way he's caged you in with his arms. His nose just barely grazes yours, but his eyes don't quite meet your eyes. Albeit a bit awkwardly, you say, "I think it should be good now."

He clears his throat. "Right." It's the first word he's spoken since you got on the ship. For a minute you think he might say more, but then he's shimmying backward, returning to the hold. You watch his boots hesitate, then turn promptly back to the cockpit.

Your heart is hammering in your chest. It's just the adrenaline from the moment; you know it is. You take a few steadying breaths and pull yourself out of the crawl space. You stand there for a second. You could either go back to the bunk and nap the rest of the way, or tinker with something to pass the time.

You end up joining Cassian in the cockpit.

He's sitting in the pilot's seat, tapping mindlessly on the holopad in his hands, most likely finishing up the mission report to send to command. He doesn't look your way when you sit.

You really don't want to be the first to break, but you know, with him, it's better to apologize - or finish fighting it out - now rather than back at base.

"Thanks," you mutter weakly. "For the help."

He's quiet.

"Cooling system should be working now. For at least a little while longer."

He nods.

You roll your eyes and shake your head, scoffing to yourself. "Maker, Cassian, you could at least look at me."

He tosses the holopad onto the empty seat behind him and snaps his gaze to yours. "What do you want me to do? We failed the recon. We're going back to command with empty hands. I'm not going to be complacent in small talk just because you need to feel better."

You stare at him, mouth slightly agape. Cassian never was one to mince words.

He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. Something about the way he clenches his jaw and leans forward, elbows on his knees...it reminds you of all of those fights so long ago. A spark snaps in your chest.

"Fuck you, Cass." You stand and storm past him into the cargo hold. Your chest feels tight, your cheeks burning, though you know you're running hot because you can feel the anger rising in you, spreading through your chest, warming your face. It's too easy with him; he always manages to get on your nerves somehow.

Surprisingly enough, you hear Cassian's footsteps behind you.

"Don't stomp off like some youngling-"

You spin on your heel and shove him, hard. It sends him back a few steps, baffled. "Don't do that," you tell him, laughing humorlessly. "Don't act all high and mighty. I was trying to apologize."

"I think you were waiting for one from me," he comments, hands on his hips.

"What, for yelling at me in the shipyards? For bringing me here? For screwing up the recon?"

He sighs, annoyed. "It was faulty intel, it had to be. Nothing made sense; things didn't add up the way they should have, you did what you could with what you had."

"So it is my fault?"

"No, I'm not saying that-"

"Draven's fault?"

"No-"

"Your fault?"

Cassian curses and it only emboldens you. All desire to settle things between the two of you is gone. You cross your arms. "Maybe you brought me here because you just felt like arguing with someone familiar. Or maybe you thought you'd get a good fuck when this was all over?" Sweat is forming across your forehead, rolling down the nape of your neck.

Cassian's head snaps over to you and you know you've hit a nerve. He clenches his jaw. At least he's finally looking at you.

His eyes are dark, darker than you remember. "Look, I am sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. Not in the shipyard, not here. It's no one's fault the recon went haywire. And yes, I could have picked someone else," he says. "But here we are; I picked you."

You groan, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes. When you open them, your eyes catch on the cooling unit. Light smoke is slowly emerging from the grill, making you freeze.

Cassian sighs, oblivious. "I really don't want to argue again-"

You wave him away and hurry over to the grate, sliding underneath. It's coming from the pipe you just fixed.

"Dammit." You lean over and check the valve. The temperature is already twenty degrees above what it's supposed to be. You lay there for a second, trying to come up with some other possible solution.

"Everything okay down there?" Cassian's voice echoes.

You sigh, closing your eyes.

Sliding out, your body feels heavy. You shed your jacket, letting the heat hit your bare arms instead, and gesture to the cooling unit. "I can't do anything else. We're gonna have to let it run it's course. The backup coolant system should kick in soon. It'll regulate the cabin as soon as it's over ninety degrees-"

"Ninety degrees?" Cassian scoffs.

You shrug, tossing your jacket at a stack of crates, albeit a little aggressively. "It's all we can do, Cassian, unless you'd like to give it a try?”

Cassian rolls his eyes and says something under his breath in Kenari.

“Thought not,” you mutter. You head over to the refresher and turn on the water. It comes out cool, and you splash some onto your face in relief.

You run a few rags under the water, placing one of them on your neck. On your way back to the cockpit, you toss Cassian the other, who has shed his jacket as well. He catches it and raises his eyebrows in consideration.

"Give it an hour."

"Whatever you say," he mutters.

Unfortunately, an hour later, you're still sweating your ass off like you're on the dunes of Tattooine.

Both you and Cassian have stripped down to your underwear. In any other situation, you'd be self-conscious and overly aware of being half-naked in front of someone who used to see you fully naked nearly every night. But right now, you're too hot to think about anything else than the cool rags against your skin, and the little air you're getting from the hand fan you found in the cargo.

Cass' hair is damp and slicked back, small curls forming at the nape of his neck. He's just as muscled as he used to be, maybe more so; strong legs and arms. He has new scars, though. There are a few near his ribs, and a particularly nasty one on his shoulder - a blaster shot, by the looks of it.

He catches you staring and you quickly look away, sighing. "Any minute now," you tell him, glancing over at the cooling unit. This issue really should have been fixed at base. Some idiot must have passed over it during inspection.

A couple more minutes flow by in silence. You offer the fan to him. He fans himself a few times, then stops.

His voice is so quiet you almost miss it. "Don't you want to know why I brought you with me?"

Yes. "Not really," you reply, a slight mocking to your words. "I'm sure you had reasons beyond my greater understanding."

He stands abruptly, startling you, and paces a few times. Then he turns, hands resting on his hips. He's standing there in his undergarment shorts, and yet, even still, he's every bit the imposing Captain Andor.

"I thought we could make amends, but you've made it apparent you don't care."

"Don't care about what exactly?" you ask, standing to join him.

"About this," he gestures between the two of you, and you can't help but laugh.

"This? What the hell is this? There's nothing even here anymore. You made that clear when you told me to fuck off after Rogue One." You take a step closer to him. "I lost people that day too, Cass, you forget that."

He lowers his eyes. He knows you were close with the team, with Jyn. You would have been on that mission if you hadn't been injured.

But the chances of you being here right now if you'd been on Scarif that day...Cassian was lucky beyond anything you'd seen in your life. He should be dead.

And yet.

"I just-" Cassian groans, running a hand over his face. "I didn't mean any of it," he says, defeated.

"Even when you called me selfish, and cruel? Even when I begged you to stay, to see if we could fix any of this? Even when you decided to leave for Aldhani for three months?"

"If we're being truthful, I'm pretty sure you called me a lying bastard and disillusioned critic."

You cross your arms. Unfortunately, you said both of those things.

"As for Aldhani...I was...I was hurt, it's no excuse," he says, catching the way your face shifts. "I was lost. I didn't know how to cope and leaving felt like the only solution."

You shake your head, gazing out at the hyperspace field. "It's not like it mattered anyway," you say, defeated. "You had no obligation to me. It was clear we weren't gonna work out anyways."

He shakes his head, too, stepping closer. His breath grazes your cheek. "Just because we argued all the time doesn't mean we can't make it work."

"So this is about getting a good fuck again," you scoff.

"Just do us both a favor and move on. Stop fighting so hard."

You turn to head to the cockpit, maybe to try and escape the heat of the cargo hold, maybe just to end the conversation and prove a point. But you don't make it that far because Cassian is grabbing your arm and pulling you back. The world spins for a minute before he pins you back against the grates of the ship wall by your shoulders, a wild look in his eye.

"We both know I'm not going to give in that easily. I fight for what I believe in. And I always believed in us, even when I didn't show it."

Surprisingly, your eyes sting. Things would be so much easier if he would just let it go.

His eyes flicker across your face, and it's like he can read your mind. "I promise you this: I'm not letting us go, not yet."

You watch a trail of sweat drip down his forehead and lie through your teeth. "There's nothing left to hold on to." You try to wiggle past his grip, but he doesn’t budge.

“You’re lying,” he says. “You’re a bad liar when either your heart or your head’s not in the game.” He raises his eyebrows. “So which is it?”

Your nostrils flare. Your arm comes up, hitting the weak spot in his elbow and knocking one of his arms down. It catches him off guard enough that you can slip underneath him and grab his other arm, twisting so, as you spin behind him, he spins too. Pinning his arm behind his back and shoving him against the grate, his chest and cheek hit the wall.

He lets out an oof that slides into an amused chuckle. “Good, good. You could be quicker to spin me, though. Your footing is off-"

“Maker, you’re so smug,” you grit out. But your hands are slipping you're sweating so damn much. It's boiling in here, and yet all you can think about is Cassian, Cassian, Cassian.

"What next?" Cassian turns as much as he can to glance at you over his shoulder. His eyes flicker across your face.

"Disarm, swift kick to the back of the knee or knees: whichever is disabling enough to get you down on the ground."

He smiles, though it looks more like a smirk. "Very good."

You stare at him and try to push back that feeling rising in your chest, the one that you used to carry with you, the one that used to lead you to his bedroom or invite him to yours. But on top of the lust that is re-emerging against your will, there is something else, something raw.

You let go of Cassian and step back, heart pounding. Cassian turns, taking a few deep breaths and wiping sweat from his forehead. "Not going to follow through? Dangerous."

"You're not my enemy," you tell him.

He takes a few steps toward you, an eyebrow cocked. "Sure feels like I am."

You shake your head as he begins to circle you. "Cassian, stop."

He lifts his fists, planting his feet when he gets back in front of you. "Come on," he taunts, beckoning you forward with his fingers. "For old times' sake."

Sighing, you dig your bare heels into the ground, feeling the grates underneath your soles, and raise your arms.

You make the first move.

Kicking out, you aim your foot for Cassian's stomach, but he dodges, flinging himself to his left and countering with a swing of his fist towards your shoulder. But you move with him.

For a bit, you manage to match his every move, landing soft blows and gracefully taking his hits. It's a dance that feels so familiar, the steps engraved in your mind. Each move makes your blood hum, like a chord being struck over and over again.

Cassian's got a shit-eating grin on his face, and you can't help but feel the same kind of joy at how well the two of you spar together. It makes sense, seeing as he practically taught you everything you know.

Cassian's foot catches at some point, however, giving you the window to take him down; a swift kick to the back of his knee, which sends him on his stomach, allowing you to roll him over and drop on top of him, straddling his torso and pinning his arms down beside his head.

He chuckles, his abdomen rising and falling against your thighs. He looks out of breath, sweat sheening his face, his chest. You're sure you look the same way, though. It's one thing to fight in the heat of a Yavin summer morning; it's entirely another thing to fight in boiling heat in an enclosed cabin in the middle of hyperspace.

"Well done," he praises you. "Excellent footwork."

"Can't say the same for you," you tease, trying to regain your senses. You're so close to him again, and it feels so nice, so familiar, it makes your chest ache. "What happened? Trip over your ego?"

He huffs. "Something like that."

You stare at him for a few seconds, catching your breath. "I'm...sorry, too," you finally say.

His brow furrows.

"As much as you infuriate me sometimes," you continue, "I pick fights with you. And I shouldn't be doing that. Not when you're trying to...extend an olive branch, so to say."

"Can we just...start over?" he asks.

You nod. "I'd like that."

He smiles, looking relieved. His dark eyes scan your face, dipping down to your mouth, and suddenly, you forget all the reasons you were mad at him earlier. He shifts slightly, a hand coming up to your thigh, and your stomach swoops so intensely that you almost flinch. You cover it up by clearing your throat and standing, offering your hand to him.

Cassian's smile is still gracing the corners of his lips as he kneels and goes to stand, but it looks pained. His outstretched hand is shaking, his movements jarred.

"Andor-"

His eyes droop, and suddenly, he's falling to the floor.

hey everyone! thanks for reading! this is part one of what is going to be maybe three or four parts - I love writing a good enemies to lovers scenario and then making it all angsty, so here we are lol. keep an eye out for the next few parts! I'm going to try to post every so couple of days while I work out the scheduling for summer heat 🌟 (special shoutout to the force awakens yellow tape) taglist : @spideysimpossiblegirl

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just started a taglist for summer heat and I promise you this! comment below the fic name to be added! thanks so much for the love 🌟💖

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summer heat ⋆☀︎｡ preview

summary: you’re home for the summer after graduating college, reconnecting with your roots and your hometown. some connections are old, familiar…some are new.

cw: dbf!joel, some tension, some explicit thoughts, nothing nsfw!

Joel's still facing the counter, dumping the extra tacos into a Tupperware container. You stand awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, shifting on bare feet and shivering from the AC.

When he turns, it's with a strange, concentrated effort. He's still not looking at you, but he holds out the tacos all the same. "Tell your old man to check his email; I forwarded some paperwork he asked for."

You take the container. "Okay."

Through the screens of the open kitchen windows, crickets chirp to the disconnected harmony of the cicadas buzzing in the oaks. The AC clicks and hums.

"Joel, I-"

"Kiddo-"

You both stop. Joel finally looks up at you. "Thanks for taking Sarah today," he says. He rubs the side of his cheek, then the back of his neck, searching for words. For a minute, you're not sure he's going to say anything else, but then he adds, voice low, quiet, tired: "I've been takin' on more shifts lately. This pre-college summer thing," he gestures in the air. "Even with scholarships, it's gonna take a toll. So, really, I appreciate you helpin' her out."

You heard him and your dad talking about it, trying to figure out how Joel can take on extra work.

"It's no problem, really," you tell him. He fiddles with the Tupperware clasp, the click echoing in the kitchen. Your face is still warm. "Thank you for...for last night. I shouldn't have drank that much, I didn't mean to burden you-"

"It ain't ever a burden," he interrupts. "Takin' care of you."

His dark eyes meet yours and your stomach swoops. His pupils are so wide, blown out as they scan your face and dip to your collarbone. You feel completely naked in front of him, like he can see everything, inside and out, like he's stripping you down to your skin.

And it turns you on, so much more than it should.

"Did anyone see?" you ask.

You're sure he knows what you mean: did anyone see you nearly hurl in the cul-de-sac? But you also know he understands the whole meaning: Did anyone see him take you to your room?

"Nah," he mutters. "Pretty sure your dad was makin' one of his speeches."

You nod, your muscles loosening.

Joel nods to the hall. "I'll walk you out."

He ambles past you, boots slow on the tile. You pad behind him, grabbing your bag and shoes on the way out. Flipflops in hand, you step onto the porch as Joel leans on the door, forearm braced on the frame. He holds out the tacos, and you take them, trying not to shudder as his fingers graze yours.

"G'night," Joel says, face shadowed under the porch light.

"Night, Joel."

part of a much larger fic I’m working on! very inspired by the dbf!joel genre and about a quarter the way written rn! thinking about sharing my dbf!joel pinterest board as well if anyone is interested in that! ( also, leave a comment to be added to the taglist for future chapters! 💗 )

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⊹₊⟡⋆ welcome ! ⊹₊⟡⋆

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star wars ☾⋆˙⟡

⟡ I promise you this // cassian andor x reader

- preview - part one

the last of us ᖭ༏ᖫ

ᖭ༏ᖫ summer heat // dbf joel x reader

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arcane ⋆˚࿔

࿔ rainy night // jayce talis x reader

࿔ empty office // jayce talis x reader

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I promise you this ⋆˚࿔ preview (edit: full part one is posted!)

summary: you have a past with cassian andor. Months later, after the harrowing days of rogue one, he brings you on a recon mission. it’s the first time the two of you have spent this much time alone since everything fell apart - and since the two of you stopped sleeping together. despite your best intentions, things go wrong in the field during recon — and to top that, the cooling unit breaks on the ship. heat pressing in from every corner, confessions bubble to the surface, even when you are determined to keep them behind lock and key.

cw: cassian x reader, language, angst, arguing, a world in which cassian lives

Cass' hair is damp and slicked back, small curls forming at the nape of his neck. He's just as muscled as he used to be, maybe more so; strong legs and arms. He has new scars though. There are a few near his ribs, and a particularly nasty one on his shoulder - a blaster shot, by the looks of it.

He catches you staring and you quickly look away, sighing. "Any minute now," you tell him, glancing over at the cooling unit. This issue really should have been fixed at base. Some idiot must have passed over it during inspection.

A couple more minutes flow by in silence. You offer the fan to him. He fans himself a few times, then stops.

His voice is so quiet you almost miss it. "Don't you want to know why I brought you with me?"

Yes. "Not really," you reply, a slight mocking to your words. "I'm sure you had reasons beyond my greater understanding."

He stands abruptly, startling you, and paces a few times. Then he turns, hands resting on his hips. He's standing there in his undergarment shorts and yet, even still, he’s every bit the imposing Captain Andor.

"I thought we could make amends, but you've made it apparent you don't care."

"Don't care about what exactly?" you ask, standing to join him.

"About this," he gestures between the two of you, and you can't help but laugh.

"This? What the hell is this? There's nothing even here anymore. You made that clear when you told me to fuck off after Rogue One." You take a step closer to him. "I lost people that day too, Cass, you forget that."

He lowers his eyes. He knows you were close with the team, with Jyn. You would have been on that mission if you hadn't been injuried.

But the chances of you being here right now if you’d been on Scarif that day…Cassian was lucky beyond anything you’d seen in your life. He should be dead. And yet.

"I just-" Cassian groans, running a hand over his face. "I didn't mean any of it," he says, defeated.

"Even when you called me selfish, and cruel? Even when I begged you to stay, to see if we could fix any of this? Even when you decided to leave for Aldhani for three months?"

“If we’re being truthful, I’m pretty sure you called me a lying bastard and disillusioned critic.”

You cross your arms. Unfortunately, you said both of those things.

"As for Aldhani…I was...I was hurt, it's no excuse," he says, catching the way your face shifts. "I was lost. I didn't know how to cope and leaving felt like the only solution.”

You shake your head, gazing out at the hyperspace field. "It's not like it mattered anyway," you say, defeated. "You had no obligation to me. It was clear we weren't gonna work out anyways."

He shakes his head too, stepping closer. His breath grazes your cheek. "Just because we argued all the time doesn't mean we can't make it work."

"So this is about getting a good fuck again,” you scoff. "Just do us both a favor and move on. Stop fighting so hard.”

You turn to head to the cockpit, maybe to try and escape the heat of the cargo hold, maybe just to end the conversation and prove a point. But you don’t make it that far because Cassian is grabbing your arm and pulling you back. The world spins for a minute before he’s pinning you back against the grates of the ship wall by your shoulders, a wild look in his eye.

“We both know I’m not going to give in that easily. I fight for what I believe in. And I always believed in us, even when I didn’t show it.”

Surprisingly, your eyes sting. Things would be so much easier if he would just let it go.

His eyes flicker across your face, and it’s like he can read your mind. “I promise you this: I’m not letting us go, not yet.”

thanks for reading! this is a smaller part of a slightly larger fic I’ve been obsessing over lately — might just post the full thing soon… ( leave a comment to be added to the taglist for future chapters! 💗 )

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#jayvik + paul by big thief

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tiktok is officially banned and so I’m sharing my full edits on tumblr now 💔❤️‍🩹 the end of an era but the start of something new

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mel medarda + ingydar

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EATING THIS UPPP OMGG

yup it's more cowboys sorry

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new edit of jayce + “mowgli’s road” uploaded on tiktok! (and soon my instagram !)

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#jayvik x “emily I’m sorry” by boygenius

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