My heart, it feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange. No gifts, no goods, no demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing that you love me, too. Just your heart in exchange for mine.
a bughead au || ao3 || ((the fanart i used in the graphic is from @elithien, they’re super talented check them out))
Merry Christmas @cassianserso ! I’ve had the pleasure of being your Secret Santa this holiday season and I really hope you like what I wrote!
It hurt, hearing him say he was done with her- with your Gangland bullshit, as Leia had put it -but she couldn’t quit him. He’d explained that he’d been backed into a corner, forced to break up with her for her safety (she’d pry later, but not in the diner, not in public where anyone could overhear) and she’d held out, but after a few days, his kind eyes and sincerity had won her back.
So they sat and they ate and she couldn’t help slipping back into their routine.
But she still hadn’t made him fess up and explain what was going on.
Jyn rested her boot on the edge of the booth next to where Cassian sat opposite her. She relaxed when his hand rested on her ankle, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing back and forth over her exposed skin.
He flipped through his phone, reading article after article as her fingers hovered over the keyboard of her laptop, the article she had been working on for the school paper forgotten long ago in favour of observing him. His brows were furrowed in concentration. He tilted his head to the side, a tell that he was getting lost in his thoughts.
She nudged his hip, drawing his gaze up to hers. She smiled at the adorable wrinkle of his brow. “What’re you investigating there?” she asked, reaching out to steal a French fry.
say you love me 