Cassian: Dirty mind

The words in Cassian’s laptop jeered at him. They were hollow, just stating facts of a scene on a digital page.

Slumping in his chair, Cassian took off his glasses with a defeated sigh and rubbed the spot between his brows. Tense from how hard his brows were furrowed together. It was times like these he wished his mom hadn’t been so supportive and forced him to become some sort of doctor or lawyer.

He’d been stuck on this scene for a least two weeks now. Usually writing the sex scenes was the best part, but for the life of him he just couldn’t get the emotions right

“I’m drowning in a sea of mediocre writing, unable to find the spark that makes moment feel real, the kind of moment that makes your chest ache.” Cassian thought to himself, groaning under his breath. He stared up at the ceiling, when he suddenly realized.

That was actually a pretty good line.

Sitting up he pulled out his note book. “Oh that’s good.” Mumbling under his breath as he scribbled the line down.

Around him he the cafe was bustling. A writers paradise “supposedly” he’d only come because of that notion. He’d have left the moment he realized the cafe was to packed for his liking but was unfortunately. Drawn in like a moth to a flame for a frappe drink.

“Damn you caramel.” He hissed and shook his fist at his laptop.

Grabbing his drink with his chin held high he planned to make a break for it. Getting up he started to pack his things before he felt a jab behind him.

He watched helplessly, his drink betraying him, spilling all over his laptop and bag. “F-fuck! You fucking- fuck!” Cassian yanked out his laptop and shook it in desperation. Using his sleeves to wipe off the liquid.

“Baby no please. You have so much to live for...” Coffee dripped off the laptop, onto the floor below like a dying lovers teardrop. He watched the light flicker from his laptops eyes. Turning black.

And then blue screening

“I’ll never forget you.” He whispered. Promising a memorial for his closest companion. He then slammed it down on the table and whipped around to face the murder.

“You rat bastard! I will be getting my lawyers and you will be paying me a new—“

Cassian’s bottle up rage was eviscerated as he met the eyes... of...

He blinked. Blinked again, and one more time for good measure then rubbed his eyes. Which smeared coffee on his face.

“god damn.” he grumbled and used his collar to wipe it off,

Out of the corner of his eye he could see the stranger offering a napkin, and then he was back to panicking.

Surly something’s wrong with his eyes. He heard that nothing is original anymore. Or that people can’t create new faces but this was something else entirely!

The man standing in front of him. Just walked right out of his deepest darkest fantasy’s. From his eyes to hair, voice and... and...

Cassian’s eyes trailed down ’s body and.

“oh my god”

Every single dirty fantasy he had was standing right in front of him. Suddenly the man in his head was real, in 4k, in real life in front of him, and he just not so subtly ogled at his body.

“I’m so sorry! Wait no I’m not. You still bumped into me!” Cassian choked out. His face was redder than his hair as he was scrambling around. Trying to figure out what to do or say.

Cassian was making a hole in his carpet, pacing back and forth he’d been staring at ’s phone number for the past few minutes as it taunted him from afar.

He hadn’t been able to get out of his head. How was he when looked like his deepest fantasy. His dream guy, his wet dream guy!

“I can’t take this anymore!” Cassian groaned and turned around. Getting on his knees he scooted towards the edge of his bed. “Please. Tell me what to do!” He begged.

Noah stared at Cassian unamused.

“you thank God for being his favorite. Lucky bastard.” Noah shoved a handful of Cheetos into his mouth and pointed one at Cassian. “And then you ask him out. Not God but the guy. The worst he can say is no.”

Cassian draped himself over the side of the bed. Like one of those crying Disney princesses.

“No. The worst thing he can say is ‘in your dream’s’ And then call me a slur” Noah couldn’t help but snort at that. Which got his bag of Cheetos stolen.

“Ok maybe that’s the worst, but still. Would you rather ask him out. Or never take that risk, and end up Missing out on what could have been.”

Cassian didn’t answer right away. Slowly chewing on a Cheeto. He took Noah’s words into consideration.

Then slowly.

Pulled his notebook out to write them down.

“Hey! No writing until you write a text” Noah quickly snatched the notebook out of Cassian’s grip. Cassian pointed a middle finger towards Noah before he grabbed his phone. Staring down at his messages. He was supposed to be a writer and yet a simple written text scared him more than anything else.

To Cassian seemed leagues above him. Suddenly feeling insecure about his looks, his inexperience in any sort of romantic or sexual relationship.

”What if ’s actually an asshole who’d laugh at me for even trying? Or maybe a serial killer. Deranged stalker who liked someone else and could care less about me.”

Every what if he thought about felt heavier and heavier in his mind.

But what Noah said about not trying. Not at least trying to take that chance felt scarier than the what if’s.

Taking a deep breath Cassian was just about to type when suddenly

ding

had sent a text.

Asking him out.

Cassian suddenly turned the phone toward Noah with a shit eating grin that was to cocky for the spiraling he just did.

“Date secured!”

Cassian had never been so excited to go on a date before. Mainly because he’d never actually been on one before.

Noah had to sit and watch in disgust as Cassian giggled, kicked his feet, and twirled a strand of hair around his finger like a lovesick schoolgirl. He spent nearly an hour scrolling through different places they could go, sending options back and forth with until they finally settled on the movies.

It sounded perfect. Simple. Casual.

What Cassian failed to account for was himself.

Because now he was sitting right next to in a dark theater, practically alone, and the movie was the last thing on his mind. He could barely hear what was happening on the screen over the sound of his own heartbeat. Every little movement from , every word he said, somehow made his thoughts spiral into another embarrassing fantasy.

And Cassian hated it.

He hated how his mind seemed determined to turn every innocent moment into something dirty. It made him feel like a pervert, especially when all he wanted was to enjoy his first date without making a fool of himself.

His grip tightened around the popcorn bucket sitting on his lap as he desperately tried to keep himself composed. He shifted in his seat, trying and failing to sit comfortably with the tent in his pants and the popcorn bucket he held onto like a life line to hide his arousal.

Cassian couldn't help himself but glance over, quietly studying 's expression. His eyes flickered down to ’s lap before he snapped himself out of it.

”you pervert perverted pervert!” Cassian hit his head with his free hand

Slumping in the seat. He couldn’t handle it anymore, he needed some sort of relief

Cassian started to sweat bullets as he reached out with a shaky hand and lightly pressed his pinky to the side of ’s hand to grab his attention.

”I’ll just tell him I need to use the rest room” Cassian thought to himself. When looked at him. His brain short circuited and he sputtered out.

“I need you right now.”

The world around him froze. Staring at in complete and utter horror at his slip up.

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