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lovinnelily · 4 months

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Y'all do know you can't make Jason be NOT white without changing his whole character, right?

For other characters, yes, because their physical appearance are not that influential in their story, on how they are viewed by people, on their personality formation — you can have a black/asian/indigenous/arab/brown/latino/etc Nico and yes, the hate he gets will have a undertone of racism but at the same time nothing significant on his story, motivation or personality will need to change. This is also true for other characters: Clarisse risks repeating the "aggressive WoC" stereotype but the character itself doesn't change.

This isn't true for Jason, whose main character trait is how he is perceived by others and how he showcases himself to others based on that perception. (specially with how little effort Riordan put on him besides making him perfect-er Percy who's somehow also weaker and less important than him).

Let's not pretend a black, Arab, indigenous, Asian, Latin man, etc, in the USA would ever be treated with the universal reverence Jason gets from New Roma, you can't have the illusion of perfection and most of all, of invincibility they have about him when you see him suffering racism or xenophobia in the middle of a mission. Nothing in his life has ever gone wrong, that's his image, destined to be king, he is supposed to have no weakness on his peers eyes.

He is not trying to prove people wrong, he is trying to prove them right; he isn't worthy despite their prejudice, on the contrary, he only tried to make himself worthy to fulfill their expectations. He can't be a woman or an immigrant or have a visible disability or any other thing that strays him from a perfect ideal by western society standards, and be that same character.

#Different from the other white character in the series he was never questioned or doubted #There's a presumption of perfection with no exceptions that society doesn't give to us (women poc immigrants visible minorities in general)#His privilege (handsome white man with no visible disability son of Zeus etc) also prevented anyone from worrying for his well being #This illusion/expectation of him having no weakness/being untouchable pushes himself too far and clouds his judgment.#I headcanon he didn't even consider the possibility of myopia because that wouldn't fit Jason Grace Son of Jupiter so it wasn't an option #And you think it'd be the same character after facing racism? Because ain't no way he'd be praetor without going through racism #I think I'd love him nonetheless since I'm very weak to the whole golden boy tearing himself to save the world but it'd be a new character #jason grace #I know racism in USA is different from here but I know how different a “non-racist” white person treats me and treats my white friends #Also for him to not be an entirely different character if PoC would be incredibly disrespectful and racist on its own #It would fail to recognize the difference in how we are read (and written). I hate that a lot.#I remember that when Cody told Brandi “I see no color” she told him “then you don't see me” and that's so fucking striking #We ARE different. treated differently. if you act like you don't see it then you also turn a blind eye to the violence that comes from it #This is straying from my point I got a bit heated banalization of things I care about usually does that to me #Point is please don't change Jason on the very few things that man actually bothered writing about him #I actually think this is true about Octavian too. A lot of what he is allowed to do would not be possible if he weren't a white man.#Same for Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I mean you can work around making her poc but it will truly be pushing A LOT #Let's put it this way: a woc doing a street performance is perceived very differently from a white woman doing a street performance.#Specially in the eyes of cops #Pjo

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pixelnrd · 2 months

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Heather walked up to her brother's house, preparing herself for the conversation she needed to have. She was excited to meet her new nephew, baby Cody. He was a sweet natured little boy and she noticed how gentle and caring Dustin was with his son.

In fact, Heather felt that Dusty was a much calmer person these days. He seemed so much more at peace, less filled with angst like he was in their youth. Fatherhood and domesticity seemed to suit him.

As they sat down in the living room to catch up, they bantered like old times. Heather steeled herself to tell Dusty what she needed to say, to come out into the open about her feelings.

'Dusty, I've got to tell you something,' she began. Her heart was racing as she found the right words. 'I need you to know that... I'm in love with Jenny Prescott.'

Dustin was confused. The confession seemed to come out of the blue. 'I thought you hadn't talked to Jenny since high school,' he said. 'Where did this come from?'

Heather felt the explanation come tumbling out of her. She told Dustin everything. How she and Jenny had realised their feelings for eachother during high school. How they had kissed at Dustin's party. That it was the reason Jenny broke up with him. That they rekindled things after his wedding and had grown close again.

'But Dusty, I didn't mean to hurt you. I knew it was wrong of me so that's why I stayed away for so long, so nothing could ever happen between us. But... I love her, and she loves me. Time and space don't work anymore,' she finished, feeling all the truth finally come out for good.

Dustin sat in silence. He was truthfully shocked. He hadn't known any of this at all.

'Dusty if you hate me, I understand. And if you want me to stop, I will. I love you the most. It's always been you and me against it all and I don't want to lose that,' said Heather desperately.

Finally, Dustin reacted. He smiled at his little sister.

'It's ok, Heather,' he said gently. 'You know, high school was such a long time ago... I can't believe you've held onto a crush for this long.'

Heather was relieved. He wasn't angry. 'Jenny and I broke up a long time ago, and yeah it sucked, but if that hadn't happened... I wouldn't have met Kelly. And I love Kelly, and I love our life. Jenny and I weren't made for eachother. '

Dustin put his arm around his sister. 'I want you to be as happy as I am, Heather. You deserve it. Please know that it's ok with me.'

Heather was filled with such relief. She heard Kelly laugh in the corner and they turned to her.

'I'm not surprised by this,' she teased. 'Back in high school, it was so obvious to us all that Jenny had a weird sweet spot for you.'

Dusty gave Heather a big hug. 'You and me, Heather. I'll always support you, no matter what. You’ve always been there for me.’

#sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #the langston legacy #gen 10 #1990s #heather lenowski #dustin lenowski

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ddesertmoon · 9 months

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Star Wars Fic Recs Feat. Time Travel

I think this is my favorite Star Wars trope… maybe just because sw is a tragedy and i want the characters to be happy.. maybe because I’m a sucker for the “reveal moment”… i don’t know.

Hopefully you all enjoy these as well!

(All fics are Gen unless otherwise specified!)

Back From the Future: Episode VI The Clone Wars by Ariel_Sojourner

“In which Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader travel back in time together to the Clone Wars era, have amazing adventures, and save the galaxy.”

Basically, Luke and Vader time travel and take over a clone battalion to change the major battles of the war. This is. A masterpiece. It’s insane. It feels like an actual, published story when you read it. It is told in a nonlinear way, so if you’re not into that, you probably won’t enjoy this. But I promise it’s one of the greatest fanfictions I’ve ever read, and there’s a reason it’s first on this list.

(Padme/Anakin and Obi-Wan/Satine, though neither ship is a focal point of the story)

there but for the grace of god by wanderlove

“There’s nothing particularly remarkable about Sullust.

Well, except for Obi-Wan’s time-traveling son. But, you know. Apart from that.”

I LOVE this fic. Young Luke is sent into the clone wars, and since he’s been raised by Obi-Wan on Tatooine, everyone assumes that he’s Obi’s kid. His appearance changes everything by causing the people around him to reveal deep secrets that would otherwise have led to the fall of the Jedi.

(Padme/Anakin and referenced Obi-Wan/Satine)

Old Masters, New Tricks by soft_but_gremlin

“Sixteen-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi finds himself on Lothal in the middle of the Imperial Era. He has no idea why he's here or what all these white-clad troopers are for, but after a rocky start with a little Mandalorian, he finds out that his friend Luminara is in trouble and vows to rescue her.

Sabine Wren has no idea what this other Mandalorian is doing on Lothal, but he looks just like former rebel Korkie Kryze and he's got lightsabers on his belt. He's either going to be a fierce but foolish ally, or the Empire's paying bounty hunters to track down Jedi.”

One of the few SW fics I’ve read where characters are sent FORWARD in time! This one is really great, and I reread it all the time. The heartache Obi-Wan feels when he remembers that all his friends are dead and the heartache KANAN feels when Obi-Wan does something that reminds him of the Jedi…. Amazing.

Free Jedi to Good Home by soft_but_gremlin

“Jango Fett expected several things from this hunt on Galidraan. Three hypothermic Jedi children stumbling into his camp was not one of those things.”

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka (and maybe a few others, later on 👀) are sent back in time to change the outcome of the massacre at Galidraan. This one is REALLY great and I especially love the sequel (which is currently unfinished but very suspenseful and exciting)

The Making of Mavericks by AppoApples

“Master Obi-Wan Kenobi couldn't let her just walk out into the galaxy without a lifeline. With Commander Cody and Captain Rex at his side, Obi-Wan tries to give Ahsoka some well meant advice. But the Force was listening and decided these four souls needed to blaze a better path. With all that has happened to them, waking up twenty-five years in the past shouldn't be a big deal, right?”

Time travel with Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex, AND Cody! FOUR people. Crazy. The classic “Obi-Wan is sent back to his childhood to change things before Anakin ever enters the picture” fic. It greatly surpassed my expectations for a time travel fic though! One of the best for sure.

Legacy by myrlendi (thehistorygeek)

“Three months after the Battle of Endor, Luke Skywalker goes in search of a rumoured Jedi temple in a secluded part of the Mid Rim. He finds within the temple nothing but a strange artifact, which unexpectedly brings him much closer to the Jedi of old than he ever thought he would be.

When Luke fails to return from his mission, Leia goes after him, retracing his steps to the ancient temple — and to the past, to the time of the Clone Wars and the waning years of the Old Republic. Under suspicion by the Jedi Order, the twins struggle to find a way back to their own time while trying to keep their knowledge of the future from affecting the past.”

Okay, time travel with Luke Skywalker is great (one of my favorite things!), but time travel with Luke AND Leia??? Perfect. I love when she’s included.. it usually leads to some very interesting interactions between her and Anakin.

Luminous We Are by AppoApples

“Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is filled with regrets when the Padawan he chooses is assigned to Anakin. When he discovers that it was Yoda's meddling that had prevented him from being a Padawan in his own youth, the betrayal runs deep. Wondering what could have been, a trick of the Force throws him back in time, where he learns to put his trust in the Force, not the High Council.

Redemption of Qui-Gon Jinn had he not been forced to take a Padawan before he was ready, and where the Order learns to take another course that put quite a wrench in the Sith plans. Start of the Clone Wars to 44BBY AU of the Apprentice books. Cheeky Obi-Wan and Mandalorian shenanigans.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi being adopted by Mandalorians is QUITE a popular trope in this fandom for some reason… I think it’s actually a tag on Ao3 now (don’t quote me on that). Anyway, this fic is one of the few where the time traveler is unable to rely on (very much of) their knowledge from the future.

(Obi-Wan/Quinlan)

The Kenobi Scandal by AppoApples

“One moment they are speeding on their way to Mos Eisley, only to be hit by a Force instigated sandstorm, and the next thing Ben Kenobi knows is he wearing his old armour with the Jedi insignia and Luke can't find the droids. What's a Jedi to do when he finds himself back before the fall of the Republic? Come up with a cover story more scandalous than time travel: ‘Luke, this is Anakin Skywalker. Anakin, this is my son, Luke Kenobi.’”

Amazing! I really like when we see the potential Luke has with some formal Jedi training. And although there is a cover story for Luke’s (and Obi-Wan’s, technically) time travel, there are still some lovely emotional outbursts :)

(Obi-Wan/Satine and Luke/Ahsoka)

Gone Are The Days by theycallmesuperboy

“While investigating an ancient Jedi distress signal in the Outer Rim, Luke Skywalker and Wedge Antilles are mysteriously sent back in time to the last days of the Republic, and stranded on Naboo, meeting two people Luke could only have ever dreamed of meeting: his parents.

Only, due to Luke's "quick thinking," the two are lead to believe that Luke and Wedge are just like them: a secretly married couple, due to Luke's status as a Jedi.”

Luke gets an opportunity to really get to know his dead parents, and Wedge gets to kiss Luke. I’m a sucker for the fake dating trope lmao, and combined with time travel? Zoo wee mama!

(Luke/Wedge and Padme/Anakin)

Significant Brain Damage by AppoApples

“Luke Skywalker finds himself in the past as Anakin Skywalker. Obi-Wan finds himself retraining his old apprentice who has permanent amnesia while also taking on Anakin's Padawan, being a General, a Council member -during a Galactic Civil War, and fighting for a Republic he's beginning to lose faith in. Clone Wars, no paradox, no easy fix it.”

I love this one so much. Luke has to kind of pretend to be Anakin.. but everyone around him just thinks he’s had some amnesia and a major personality change. I LIVE for the “why is Anakin so much nicer now” moments.

(Padme/Sabe and Obi-Wan/Satine)

Also you may notice that this is the FOURTH fic by AppoApples on this list… I love their ideas so much.

May Death Find You Alive by Must_Be_Thursday

“Anakin finds himself trapped in a nightmare, reliving the same day. He tries. He tries to change things, but it always ends the same.

With a broken bond and a dead best friend.

He's not sure how many times he'll be able to watch the life leave Obi-Wan before he loses his mind.”

Let’s switch it up! Groundhog Day style time loops are always fun, and this one saves the universe! So yay! Fr though, Anakin learns to trust Obi-Wan and it changes everything.

The More I Live The More I See This Life is Not About Me by K_R_Closson

“After touching a mysterious artifact, Cody's general is suddenly a child with the memories to match. Cody has to coax a suspicious adolescent back to base without alerting the nearby Separatists of their presence.

Reversing his general's age an easier fix than Cody thought it would be, but he didn't factor in the possibility that Obi-Wan might not want to give up his self in order to become General Kenobi again. It'd be easier to think if he didn't have an insidious voice in his head, whispering to him to distrust the Jedi.”

This one is technically just de-aging, with Obi-Wan becoming his thirteen year old self, but I consider it similar enough to time travel to be included, and it has a lot of the same tropes. It’s very well written, and the dialogue flows excellently with the descriptions.

what is necessary (for love and war) by hellowkatey

“His fingers reach for the hilt that has become as familiar as his own after that three-day journey back from Melida/Daan. He couldn’t stand to put the boy's saber down until he reached his quarters and reality finally set in.

Obi-Wan didn’t come back with him. Once again, he is without a Padawan.

The moment cool durasteel meets his fingertips, the overwhelming presence of Obi-Wan slams into him so hard the room begins to spin. Qui-Gon sinks to the floor, saber clutched in both hands and pressed tight against his chest as though it’s actually Obi-Wan he’s hugging.

‘You have to go back.’”

This time it’s Qui-Gon who is sent forward through time, into the clone wars. The time travel in this fic doesn’t really change anything (as in, it’s not a fix-it), but it gives some great insight into Qui-Gon’s character.

Chosen One (derogatory) by annathecrow

“Asajj Ventress, the chosen savior of the galaxy. Force help us all.”

VENTRESS is the one to go back in time. Isn’t that crazy??? Isn’t that an insane premise?????? It was SO fun to read.

(Ventress/Shmi)

One Step Forward, Two Steps Back by K_R_Closson

“Ahsoka Tano told Din to bring Grogu to the Seeing Stone on Tython, and Grogu would be able to call out to other Jedi. Ahsoka Tano did not say that other Jedi might call out to him or that the pillar of blue light was actually a type of planetary transportation.

Din ends up on a planet he's never heard of with nothing but his armor and his child. A lot has changed but his mandate hasn't. He must reunite Grogu with one of his kind. But first, he has to help these ade win a civil war against the dar'buir who abandoned them.”

Din travels back to the war on Melida/Daan, where one of our favorite padawans was struggling to lead the Young to victory (hint: he’s a fan favorite who almost always ends up being adopted by Mandalorians). I really like this one! It’s less about changing the past, and more about character growth and relationships.

Bonus: Incomplete Fics

I wanted to separate these from the fics above, which are all complete.

from this moment hangs eternity by EvanHart

“If Luke – Force, his son – was talking about slave chips, something must have gone wrong in the future.

Or, a six-year-old Luke ends up in the middle of the Clone Wars, meets his father, and changes the fate of the galaxy on the way.”

I’m a real sucker for child Luke. Gotta say. He’s ADORABLE. and moments of gut-wrenching sadness interrupted by his little sunshine smiles?? Oh my god?

Chapters: 10/15

Oya Manda’lor! by Cloud__Chaser

“After giving up his child to Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin has found himself without a purpose. Filling in the gaps by completing bounties for Boba Fett, Din comes across a strange artifact that leaves him stranded in time.

Who knows, maybe Din's complete lack of knowledge of the world outside of the outer rim will lead to the fall of the empire before it even begins...”

Din basically becomes the most admired person on Mandalore in the span of like. A week. after he travels back in time. It’s really funny, and something I like to read when I’m in a good mood!

Chapters: 38/?

(Din/Jaster)

Also, it’s been over a year since this updated (as of the date I’m posting this), so beware, it may or may not be abandoned.

Sith Lord Swell by AMournfulHowlInTheNight

“‘Well, looks like we're all Sith Lords, now. I hope you've all been practicing your most menacing laughter for our first run in with the Jedi Council.’

Ben could only sigh and raise a distasteful eyebrow at the cross shaped, red lightsaber he was given. Down the line other students were also handling their new weapons and robes with a raised eyebrow here and quizzical expression there.

‘Really, uncle?’

‘Really. I don't want to compete with the local Jedi population.’

Why did Jedi politics and time travel have to be so difficult?”

Like most Star Wars fans, I’m not a big fan of the sequels (‘somehow, Palpatine returned’ my ass), BUT! This fic, involving a young Ben Solo and old Luke Skywalker, was a lot of fun to read.

Chapters: 13/?

There is another Skywalker by WabiSabi

“‘They couldn't narrow down the precise relationship due to some strange contamination in the sample. But when they launched a search in the DNA databank they found a match. Reliability of 50%, which only happens between parent-child and—’

‘Siblings,’ Master Kenobi completes, voice faint. ‘Full-blood siblings.’

The clone nods. ‘She was estimated to be around 30-years-old, so by process of exclusion, Leia Solo would be General Skywalker’s older sister by 9 years.’”

This time, it’s just Leia who’s sent to the past! Technically Luke lives as a voice in her head, but it’s pretty much just Leia. Also, I really like the premise that the temple runs a DNA test and assumes that she’s Anakin’s sibling. It’s a lot of fun!

Chapters: 10/?

Also, it’s been over a year since this updated (as of the date I’m posting this), so beware, it may or may not be abandoned.

Companion of the Ancestors by Omegarose

“Ahsoka finds herself in a strange place, out of contact with Obi-Wan and alone with the twins. The Force feels like it hasn't in years, and she runs into a man who has to be an idiot for the way he's acting like a Jedi two years after Order 66.

((Dooku, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka all meet each other when they're 19 years old. With the addition of the Skywalker twins and a slightly-younger (than Ahsoka remembers him) Yoda.))”

I love Ahsoka, I love Luke and Leia, I love Obi-Wan… I love this fic. All of the secrets and reveals and drama! So much fun!

Chapters: 10/?

You’re not able to read this fic unless you have an Ao3 account, but those are easy to make. If anyone doesn’t know how to make one, I’m happy to make a post explaining the process!

That’s all, folks! 20 fics is… a lot. And there are A LOT of characters in all that… So, sorry for the exorbitant amount of tags I’ll be using here. Happy reading!

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mirrorofliterature · 23 days

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alejandro knows his parents do not love him.

still, he thought -

he hoped -

that they would still pick him up after total drama. even if he is a failure, he is still their son, still their responsibility -

don't even talk to us. you are a disgrace.

well. alejandro is almost an adult, but almost is not enough.

his parents have abandoned him, he lost the money, he trashed his reputation on international TV for nothing, he... he...

he kissed noah last night.

that was nice. but he cannot crash at his maybe-boyfriend's place indefinitely when things are still so new, still so fragile.

so he is back to where he started. waiting for someone who will never come.

he hasn't told anyone else that. why would he? why would he admit that his parents have finally cut him loose, finally made it explicit how much they do not care, finally crushed his foolish hope that one day, they will love him -

to anyone, let alone a bunch of people who hate him?

to noah, to prove that he is ultimately unlovable to the one person who might actually stay, who saw through him but still saw someone worth pursuing?

it was a pipe dream, thinking that winning a reality show could trick his parents into loving him. but total drama had accepted him over jose.

for once, for once, he had been better than jose.

none of that matters, now.

families - not his family, never his family - turn up for his fellow contestants in droves.

some are awkward -

heather scowling at her parents' faux cheer -

cody being ignored by arguing parents -

some are not.

he sees noah whisked away by a loving mother and sisters. he doesn't go over.

a part of alejandro wants to, but they only kissed last night. it is too soon, too much.

still, his heart aches.

the day wears thin, the sun setting over the horizon.

alejandro has some money. he will figure something out.

he will.

now, if only he can get the water out of his eyes.

but then -

then -

someone does come for him.

someone he has not seen in years.

carlos.

carlos smiles at him. his hair long, his shirt untucked.

alejandro rushes forward and hugs him, closing his eyes.

thank god.

#rambles #alejandro burromuerto #total drama #angst #family angst #background #alenoah #my writing #canon divergence #carlos burromuerto #BROTHERLY FEELS

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lieutenant-teach · 2 months

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Meeting Cyare’s father (or Anakin Skywalker doesn’t like his new son-in-law very much)

(Anakin doesn’t go Dark, everyone lives, everyone’s happy. No Sequels, rehashed Heir to the Empire instead of the OT. DinLuke, minor Anidala, CodyWan, HanLeia)

Din was really relieved about his helmet on, but then he remembered that the Jedi can feel other people’s emotions. No luck, then.

His cyare’s father’s eyes were trying to burn a hole in his head.

– Let me get it straight, Luke. A Mandalorian bounty hunter. – The voice could cut the stone better than a lightsaber.

– Mum likes him, – Luke was smiling, but Din saw him tensing for a fight. A cybernetic hand squeezed his.

– I didn’t raise my only children to give them away to some criminals, - Skywalker-senior stood up from the couch and started walking back and forth. – First I have to agree to allow my princess marry some smuggler…

– Han did help us to stop Thrawn.

– … and then my son wants to partner a bounty hunter, - Luke’s father wasn’t listening to him, anger coming off him like waves – Din was certain he wasn’t Force-sensitive, but one may not be to feel the Dark Side emanating from Anakin Skywalker at that moment.

Din remembered Luke’s words before ‘meeting with father’s half of the family’: ‘My Dad will become angry, I’m sure – he didn’t react to Han well, too – but don’t worry, he’ll cool down’. The warning rang in his ears when he saw Skywalker-senior for the first time: tall, with a rich mane of greying curls, but still very handsome former Jedi assessed him and made up him mind immediately. ‘Not worthy’. Now they were sitting on the softest couch Din’s ass had ever been on, in the richest living room Din’s eyes ever seen, and ‘officially’ letting Din into a very branchy Skywalker family tree. Or, trying.

– Dad, I’m almost thirty, I can decide for myself. And Din’s a hero of his own – he kept Grogu save and sound, stopped Moff Gideon, and also saved the town of Mos Pelgo from the krayt dragon…

– But a bounty hunter! – Skywalker-senior cried exasperatedly. – And, to add to it, a Mandalorian! It is all your fault, Obi-Wan! – he suddenly turned to Luke’s uncle, quietly watching all this until this moment.

– Wait, why? – the man was older than Luke’s father, gray hair and beard and mischievous twinkle in the eyes. So far he hadn’t said anything, but Luke had said his uncle would be supportive. Now it was time to find out. – My fault Luke fell in love?

– With a Mando! – Skywalker raised his voice. – Who in this family has a thing for Mandos?

– Do not speak about Satine like this, – Obi-Wan’s voice became steely, – and anyway, Cody is not a Mandalorian.

– He is a clone of a Mandalorian!

Din started to lose the thread of the conversation. He even wished he had a Jedi ability to speak telepathically and could ask Luke what the kark was going on. He shifted his head, trying not to be very obvious in his confusion, Luke caught his gaze and shrugged.

– Do you really think I taught Luke… - Luke’s uncle sighed. – We have been here before, Anakin. Luke is an adult, he can think for himself. If he brought young Din Djarin here, then he is certain in him and his own feelings. Did your fits of reality rejection change Leia’s mind?

Luke’s father breathed in and out heavily, clearly holding himself from harsher words, but reluctantly accepting the truth.

– Maybe, you should just talk to Din? – Luke’s uncle didn’t look happy, but so wasn’t Din hearing this suggestion.

‘Let me talk, – Din remembered Luke’s words. – When Dad started being… um… not very nice to Han – critical of sorts – Han started talking back. It escalated, some chairs were flying around, Dad and Leia exchanging angry remarks – Dad said she deserved better, Leia insisted she loved Han – and Han himself wasn’t making everything easier. It took two professional negotiators – Mum and Uncle Obi-Wan – to calm them down. Still, Leia and Han are happily married and have a son. So it’s just an unpleasant procedure you have to endure’.

– Maybe, he would take the helmet off for starters? – Poison in Skywalker’s voice could kill a bantha. No, a herd of banthas.

– I cannot, - Din was glad his voice didn’t tremble. He wasn’t afraid of the man, but watching a family drama, and, worse, being the reason of it didn’t feel well. He didn’t want to cause a rift in Luke’s relationship with his father. – My Creed prohibits me to.

– Veery convenient, - Skywalker smiled a tight and unpleasant smile, ignoring pleading and exasperated eyes of his son. – We’re a family now, you don’t show your face even to your family? Luke, have you seen his face?

– Dad, now it’s rude. Of course, I did. – It was obvious Luke was holding well, but his patience wasn’t infinite, too. – It’s only for immediate members.

Technically, after realizing the existence of different Mandalorian Ways, Din wasn’t sure he couldn’t do that. After all, taking off helmets didn’t make Bo-Katan Kryze or Sabine Wren less Mandalorians. But even if he would – not for this man.

The door slid open, a man quietly entered the room and stood behind Luke’s uncle’s armchair, resting his elbows on the chair back. Could he be Boba Fett’s relative? Because he was a carbon copy of Din’s friend, albeit much older. An intricate scar was winding its way from his temple down around his left eye.

– I am being quite nice! – Skywalker protested, dragging all attention to himself. – I can’t believe Padmé actually said ‘I like this guy, let’s take him in’.

– You know, I agree with you, - the probably-Boba’s-relative suddenly said. Luke’s uncle turned to him with puzzled expression. Luke looked disappointed. – The kids take after their mother in their bad choice of life partners.

Skywalker seemed about to blow up. He grabbed something from his belt that appeared to be a black respiratory mask and pressed it to his nose and mouth. The mechanical labored breathing sounds filled the room, Skywalker was drilling the man with burning eyes.

– Now, Cody, that was harsh, - frankly, to Din’s mind, Luke’s uncle didn’t look apologetic a lot. Luke sighed, his shoulders relaxed.

– I thought you were serious! – he even laughed a little, then gather himself again. – Dad, you do realize your approval or disapproval won’t change anything?

– Unfortunately, - Skywalker’s voice also sounded mechanical. – I believe no one in the galaxy or farther is worthy of my children. – He signed. – I guess I have to work with what we have here. – He shot a look at Cody, who smiled in return, and this smile was ‘I know you know I’m right, and I unashamedly love it’.

– Very well, - Obi-Wan clapped his hands. – Now as everything is settled, - Din clearly heard ‘Anakin is settled’, - we can share some stories and know each other better, right, Din?

Luke looked at Din with shining eyes. Din signed quietly. This look was worth all these awkward minutes.

#star wars #dinluke #din djarin #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #fanfiction #my fic #fanfic

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gethooked · 3 months

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To be young and in love ~ HOOK imagine

Hook story where he confesses to reader - requested by @brideofinfamy

You joined the AEW roster the same time as Top Flight and Anthony Bowens. You guys created the og Lads. After a while of being signed there was a new guy that was around Taz and the rest of Team Taz. You just thought he was another person that Taz was training and that he was going to leave after a while because he couldn’t handle the training. Little did you know that he was actually Taz’s son who was training to be a wrestler.

You found this out at the same time as everyone else did. You found out he was Taz’s son after Taz and Cody’s promo and after Taz choked Cody out. And out came HOOK. The first time you saw him on the monitor it was like you were in love with him already and Dante caught on. He thought he would help you by starting to hang out with HOOK and getting to know him so somehow you and HOOK could hang out or at least talk.

After him trying for 2 months for something to happen, it finally happened. The Lads decided to go out for a late night dinner after dynamite, they asked you to come and you did because why not. Throughout the dinner HOOK and you would exchange glances here and there. After that dinner you knew you had to get to know him more. It was like wherever you were, HOOK was right there with you.

You went to go train in the ring with some of the other girls. HOOK ws in the crowd with the other Lads watching you and talking to the boys. As time went on HOOK and you would spend more time together without anyone else being with you guys. You knew you wanted a relationship but didn't want to screw things up so you kept your feelings to yourself. The night he finally confessed to you he liked you was a late night movie marathon in your hotel room.

You guys took turns picking the movies. Of course it was during the movie you picked that he confessed. You picked a cheesy romantic movie and the main characters just confessed their feelings to each other. This either gave HOOK motivation to confess his feelings to you or he had this planned out for a while now. But he paused the movie.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something. The very first day I actually met you and talked to you I fell in love with you at first sight. I don’t know if you feel the same but will you be my girlfriend? If not, let's just forget what I said and finish watching the movies.” HOOK said. You didn’t say anything and that scared him. What you did do though was give him a kiss on the lips. “I feel the same way. I was scared you didn’t. I would love to be your girlfriend!” You said. After hearing what you had to say he gave you a kiss also.

From that day to now, you guys have been together for almost four years. And you couldn’t ask for anything else in the world.

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Kote-Ah Kenobi is the son of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Clone Commander Cody.

This is from my Alternate Universe called the ‘Kenobi Family AU’, which I’ll explain now (warning: plot dump):

During the Clone Wars Cody and Obi-Wan start to get close

First it starts as them starting to admire and trust each other in battle and appreciate the other’s leadership skills, etc.

Then it turns into a good friendship and camaraderie, they talk openly with each other on and off the battle field. They feel comfortable enough to snark and joke with eachother

They more and more seek comfort in each other outside of work and battle

Soon their friendship turns into more, emotionally

This leads to both of them hiding complicated romantic feeling for each other

Obi-Wan has strick moral codes with being a Jedi and having no deep attachments, he desperately wants to be a good Jedi and leader. But he can’t help but love Cody

Cody deals with the social pressures of being a clone. Clones aren’t supposed to have deep emotions, to want things, to have personalities. He’s not aloud to feel anyway for anyone, let alone his General. He’s not considered a person to many, just a tool

(Skipping over much time and details) Eventually they confess to each other

They come to a sort of agreement, they care too much about each other to not be together, but they both have duties to others and agree to always put their jobs first

So they are in a secret relationship with the war as priority

But they both discuss getting ‘fully’ together after the war

Cody talks about fighting for freedom for the clones and getting to choose what they want (he wouldn’t have thought of this before getting with Obi-Wan, he didn’t even consider it a possibility for him or his brothers. But getting the chance to CHOOSE to be with Obi-Wan despite what the war demands gives Cody determination to give all clones a chance to choose what they want)

Obi-Wan wants to be with Cody, he says he’ll help Cody and his brothers in any way to get freedom. He starts to think how maybe Anakin is right about the Jedi rule against attachment being wrong (this may be a lil’ OCC for Obi-Wan but I like to think him loving Cody would make him reevaluate his morals and the Jedi rules)

(Obi-Wan even considers maybe leaving the order after the war to be with Cody, it isn’t the first time he thought about it or even actually left the order after all)

But alas, none of it is to be. Order 66 still happens

It plays out just like canon, and the clone chips are activated and Cody shoots Obi-Wan off the cliff and Obi-Wan flees

(This is where the BIG changes happen)

When Obi-Wan goes with Yoda to the Jedi Temple and sees the dead Younglings, they find Reva Sevander alive and rescue her

Yoda watches her while Obi-Wan confronts and fights Anakin

Afterwards Padmé still dies giving birth

This time though, Obi-Wan looks at Luke, Leia and Reva and just thinks ‘yeahs I’m taking all these kids’

He pretty much decides that since all three of these kids are force sensitive that they’ll need protection and training, he can hide them

Plus his time with Cody taught him the importance of bonds. he regrets telling Anakin to not have attachments and making him feel like he had to hide his and Padmé’s relationship. Maybe if Obi-Wan had been better about talking to Anakin, Anakin wouldn’t have been so afraid to lose Padmé and therefore turn Dark

So Obi-Wan ignores Yoda’s demands to spilt all the children up and just takes them all to a remote planet to raise them

(Reva takes Obi-Wan’s last name since he needs to present her as his adopted child and he lets Luke and Leia have their father’s last name (Skywalker) as memory to the man Anakin used to be (he tells everyone that Leia and Luke are the children of his brother))

Only a little time after settling on their new home and trying to raise two infants and handle a traumatized force sensitive child, Obi-Wan finds out he’s going to have Cody and his child (unplanned)

(It’s up to you to decide how they have a child idk, force magic or weird alien biology who cares)

So 9 months later Obi-Wan now has ANOTHER child (Kote-Ah), this one from his lover who turned on him and who he doesn’t even know if he’s alive (I can’t decide if Obi-Wan DOESN’T know about the chips in the clones and thinks Cody legitimately betrayed him, or if he DOES know about the chips and is just wallowing in the knowledge that Cody and all the clones have had their agency taken away and will be forced to work for the Empire or be killed)

(Either way he can’t risk finding Cody, he has to protect his kids)

Thus Obi-Wan Kenobi ends up with four kids (all who are force sensitive) (in hiding where he’s a wanted man and force sensitive children are killed on sight) (and Kote-Ah looks exactly like a clone so people are quite suspicious when they see him, and even more so when they notice how young he is and how his eyes aren’t amber/brown like all clones)

The AU from here is just Obi-Wan raising Reva, Luke, Leia, and Kote-Ah in secret

Obi-Wan continues Reva’s training and takes her as his Padawan when she’s of age, though it’s not a ‘formal padawan and master’ training because at that point Reva considers Obi-Wan her guardian/parental figure (not quite a father (Kote-Ah, Luke, and Leia call Obi-Wan ‘Dad’), but she does loves and treat him in a similar way to a child and parent)

When Leia, Luke, and Kote-Ah all get old enough he starts to train them, they need to be prepared for if (when) the Empire finds them

That’s the AU for now, there’s more from here but I already wrote a lot! I’ll probably do some more drawing one day and get into Kote-Ah’s personality and the family relationship of the ‘Kenobi Family’ and the plot from here on out.

Extras:

Reva helped a lot with raising the three younger kids

Having them around helped with her anger and trauma of seeing her crechemates killed (she holds no resentment towards Luke and Leia for being the children of the man who killed her crechemates)

Though this makes her very overprotective of Leia, Luke, and Kote-Ah

She’s desperate not to lose her new family

She’s always very mature for her age

All the siblings are very close, but Luke and Leia get along the best and Reva and Kote-Ah are also really close

They all are very close to Obi-Wan, who is very open and affectionate with them due to his regrets of not being as open and loving with Anakin (and his regrets that he never got to have an open and ‘true’ relationship with Cody before everything ended)

Obi-Wan tells many stories of Cody and the clones to Kote-Ah. Obi-Wan wants Kote-Ah to know about his other father and his family. Wants Kote-Ah to feel pride from his ‘heritage’ and not feel ashamed for looking like a clone

In this AU all four of the kids are trained in the Jedi ways and to fight, though way into the future only Reva and Luke take on the formal title of Jedi, Leia and Kote-Ah do not.

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livfastdieyoung69 · 9 months

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It is currently 4:08 am and I can't get cody rhodes out of my mind😔✊️

Truly a struggle

Anyway reader x cody because love him

Maybe something with Brock again because he's always causing issues for some reason... maybe something with Brock saying some really messy shit abt reader during a promo and Cody going feral as he should and reader having to physically pull him back with a quick little it's fine😨😨 don't get injured again kinda thing something more fluffy after because cody can never catch a break😭

GUITLY CONSCIOUS

(Cody Rhodes x gn!reader)

“In the packed MVP Arena, here in Albany, New York and now on the road to Money in the Bank, we welcome you to Monday, Night, Raw!”

After the quick introduction, the fallout of Night of Champions begins, Seth Rollins beginning the night as well as a surprise visit from AJ Styles, and the Judgement Day. Ricochet wins his spot in the Money in the Bank match, Trish and Zoey have a quick segment, followed up by Indus Sheer and Jinder Mahal beating two locals. Imperium and Alpha Academy have a match, followed shortly by a Women’s Championship Match, Ronda and Shayna unfortunately winning and by disqualification Dolph Ziggler wins a match against JD McDonagh.

And finally, well into the night, Cody’s music hits. The crowd cheers just as loud as they always do for the man, even at the sight of no wrestling gear and a sling around his broken arm. Their cheers die down for a moment, before becoming even louder the second he starts talking, his promo skills shining bright and loud as he yells brave and rage-filled words against Brock.

“….if I am standing in a ring, I am standing there ready to fight you, Brock Lesnar!” The pitched screeching of Brock Lesnar’s theme song cut him off, followed by the surprise of the fans and even Cody himself. The Beast stepped out and into the arena, his own attire casual as well. This was nothing new. Sometimes, Brock would come out in tight-ass jeans and a cowboy hat for no good reason. But this time, he had a mic.

“Now..now, Cody, I don’t think that’s true. I don’t think any of that’s true. In fact, I think if we were to have another match, your little bitch would run right back out here and I’d have to break their arm too.” He spoke slowly, walking to the ring and making circles around it as he did so.

The crowd booed at the harsh words, especially the ones against Y/N. The boo’s didn’t last very long, as they once again rallied into cheers as Cody seemed to forget he had a mic and instead moved to yell at Brock over the ropes, giving the announcement table a front row seat to his anger.

Brock only laughed in his face at the threats, moving closer to the ring and continuing his harassment of words against Cody’s partner, forcing Cody to start clambering through the ropes, ready to attack. He never made it to Brock though, as Y/N came rushing out into the arena.

They quickly dived into the ring, rushing over to Cody, giving him a soft tug causing him to stumble back into the ring and right against Y/N’s chest. Cody attempted to pull away, still yelling over at Brock, but his lover held him tightly around his waist.

“Don’t you ever talk about Y/N! I’ll rip your tongue straight out, you son of a bitch, don’t you ever let their name leave your mouth!” Brock continued laughing back into the face of the man as his partner dragged him over to the other side of the ring, moving away from the announcers table and starting to walk up the ramp, making Cody try and force his way away from Y/N once again, but was once again unsuccessful. The pair stayed inside on the ring for a while before they were given the okay that Brock wasn’t near the gorilla or their locker room.

They walked quickly in silence, Cody radiating with an unseen anger from beside Y/N, his hand coming up to rub his face almost as if it would wipe the irritation away. With the chance of Cody possibly running to attempt an attack of Brock or take his anger out on an unexpected victim, even if the latter wasn’t likely, Y/N kept a hand on his back, bunched up into his suit jacket until they reached the small locker room. An awkward silence quickly filled the room as Cody moved to sit down, his love standing above him.

“You know I wouldn’t have done that if your arm wasn’t hurt, right?” They were given no response, Cody doing nothing but keeping his eyes on the ground, elbows placed on his spread knees and hands clasped together. Y/N moved to sit next to them after the silence continued, a sigh moving past their lips in disappointment but also understanding why Cody was so mad.

“Do you see this? Hm?” Y/N touched Cody’s casted arm gently as they asked, and though he still remained in silence their grasp was comforting. He looked over to them, blue eyes shining and wet with shame. “This means that you’re hurt. It’s my job to make sure you don’t get hurt, and you already are, so I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t get hurt more, even if it means you’re angry at me.”

Unable to find the words, Cody stayed silent, and instead let out a soft breath, eyebrows moving to furrow together over soft eyes. Noticing his increasing guilt, Y/N moved in closer.

“C’mere, baby.” They barely had to speak before Cody was moving into their hold with such force they fell back onto the small couch, the large man toppling over on them and blond, short hair tickling their chin as his face shoved into the space between their neck and the back of the couch.

“M’sorry.” Finally able to find some words, he muttered it into their neck, for some reason ashamed of his actions.

“I’m not mad, Codes. Could never be mad at you, never ever, I just need you to be safe. You did nothing wrong at all.” Y/N’s hand moved up to his hair while they spoke comfortingly, their tone holding nothing but love and endearance. Cody let out another sigh, his working arm moving behind Y/N to grasp around their waist while the other layer over top of them.

“Codes. Baby, look at me, please.” Their voice, still sugar-sweet, induced Cody to look up at them through adoringly long black eyelashes much to the contrast of his striking hair, diamond eyes shining from Y/N’s praise.

“I’m not mad. Okay?” The sweet, sweet boy responded with a nod and the mouthing of an okay, eyes clamping closed again. The pair returned to a silence, this time comforting and loving, Y/N’s hand running through Cody’s hair almost sending him to sleep.

“Wanna go home, sweetheart?” Cody responded with another nod. “Yeah? Okay.” Though they both agreed, neither moved from the grimy couch, Cody refusing to give up his spot on top of them and Y/N not wanting to make him get up. Instead, they continued their cuddle session, enjoying the softness they each pulled out of each other.

I kinda popped off on this one seeing Cody at summerslam ignited something in me

Sometimes i just wanna love on someone and it definitely shined through in this one oopsies

#liv writes;*!#cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes #yeah i luv him

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fanfic-obsessed · 10 months

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Love and Stubbornness

Here are two ideas to giggle at.

Now the base of both these ideas starts in the same place, which is why I am putting them together.

We start mid clones wars. Some mission has come up that has exposed at the very least Cody to a Sith device that causes the person exposed to fall ‘in love’ with the next person they see. If we want to go full bore we can include others up to and including Padme Amidala. The important points are that 1.)Obi Wan is not affected (though he and Cody are in Love, possibly even dating) and 2.)the first person that Cody sees is Anakin, thus it is Anakin that the person that the object made Cody fall in love with. Including others would be a good way to increase the humor by creating a Gordian knot of random one sided ‘loves’.

With that Base, here are the Two ideas.

Idea 1.

They know what this object is meant to do, so Obi Wan braces against the pain of seeing Cody fall in love with someone else. Of loving Anakin, because this thing refocuses from the true object of one's affections to the false feeling created by the object. So he would see Cody loving Anakin in the exact same ways that he showed love to Obi wan. Even if it is temporary (God he hopes it is temporary), it would still hurt.

Cody looks lovingly at Anakin for precisely 15 seconds. Then his face hardens, he points at Anakin and goes ‘No!’. Cody then turns to Obi Wan, dips him, and kisses him. Just straight up out stubborns the Sith object.

I feel like this is even funnier if most of our other main characters are chasing each other around, still under the influence of the Sith Object (it is temporary but lasts several days).

Much later, after everything is back as it should be, Cody is asked (very officially, because breaking a Sith compulsion is a BIG DEAL) how he did it. Cody shrugs and responds with ‘I reject any reality where I am attracted to General Skywalker.’

No one has any idea what to do with that.

Idea 2.

The Sith Object does create a permanent feeling of love, but it does not define what shape that love takes (The Sith that created it were just very bad at being evil). So Cody is still exposed, still sees Anakin first. But instead of a romantic love, Cody immediately goes…”This is my son, he is oblivious and reckless but I love him”

Then he turns to Obi Wan and tells him that they (Cody and Obi Wan) would be adopting Anakin immediately. Obi Wan is down for it, the Jedi have paperwork that they can adapt. Anakin is baffled but pleased. Frankly being claimed in that way ticks every one of Anakin boxes, plus from Anakin’s perception Cody is now the one bringing Anakin and Obi Wan back together as family. Cody further endears himself to Anakin by making it clear that everyone knew he was married, no cared and that Padme was also now family, with the protection to prove it. Even if Obi Wan was not already in love with Cody, the fact that he managed to get Anakin to listen for the first time in what feels like a decade.

Cody very loudly proclaims that Anakin is his son to anyone who will listen (a function of the Sith Object). At some point someone, a senator or one of Palpatine's aides, points out a little too firmly that Cody cannot adopt Anakin because Cody is not legally a person. And look, the Jedi never forgot that the clones were not legally people (in fact many of them were hoping to get the adoption pushed through, then leverage it to get the clones more rights).

Anakin had forgotten, or never realized that the clones had no rights. By this point he had accepted Cody as a father figure (above both Palpatine and Obi Wan; Palpatine had primed Anakin to respond to certain types affection, which Cody delivered a little more easily that Obi Wan-due in part to Sith Object and part due to his direct nature- and that affection lacked the slimy undertone that Palpatine tended to exude-because of the manipulation) so his reaction(in the middle of the Senate Rotunda) to the realization that his newest father was effectively enslaved was…impressive. Also the reason why the senate voted that Anakin, specifically, needs to be assigned a dedicated therapist.

I have no idea where either idea goes from there but it gave me a giggle.

I hope someone is inspired to write the full fic.

#codywan #star wars the clone wars #fanfiction prompt #star wars au #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars #commander cody #Bamf Commander Cody #Sith Object

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hi, sorry, love your au! its really. really good, and i admire the fact that you have drawn a whole comic, especially one so good, thats incredible!

don't know if this has been asked before or if you have answered this already, but how does the afterparty (I don't remember the name exactly, but the eliminated contestants plus the contestants that didn't get in) feel about this whole situation between cody, noah and sierra, are they being being stupid like duncan or mean and malicious like alejandro, are they on noahs and codys side or sierras? how do the rest of team e-scope feel about it (eva and izzy), are they ready to fight sierra for hurting noah and cody?

also, how do their families? specifically noahs, since codys mother and father are implied to be neglectful and likely wouldn't care to watch a show their son was on and I don't know if its the same in your au, sierras we don't know (I can't remember if we ever met her family members), and noah we know to have 8 sisters and a mom and since noahs like. the baby - I think their reactions are going to be very interesting if they are even established at all

sorry, that's a lot. thank you for making your comic. it's kind of fascinating seeing how things progress over time in this new narrative and how different things are from canon. you're doing a great job. - 🍓 anon

Oooooo this is a long one! Uuuhhh let's go one block of text at a time

Thank you so much!! I'm really glad you like my au!! It always wows me that this impulsive decision I made turned into something people really like and even anticipate. That's so cool

This ask actually made me pause and seriously think about the Peanut Gallery. So I made a bullet list of all the contestants in the Peanut Gallery and their (mostly) individual opinions on the situation. I'll let you decide if they're stupid or not

Katie and Sadie: Sympathize with Sierra. All she is is a girl in love, who's Noah to ruin that?! Like, soooo not cool!

DJ: Doesn't sympathize with Sierra, but doesn't agree with how noco kissed without setting her straight. Isn't really on anyone's side.

Leshawna: Does not like Sierra's persistence. Completely understands Noah and Cody doing what they do behind her back.

Harold: Compelled to agree with Leshawna. Also likes Cody, therefore feels bad he has to deal with Sierra. He's happy Noah makes him happy.

Beth: Thinks Noco's "forbidden love" situation is super sweet and sappy. She's on their side.

Justin: Cannot fathom why Cody would want to be with Noah when Sierra is so much prettier and treats him like a God. Also doesn't like Noah in general.

Trent: Is happy Cody's happy with Noah, but feels bad Sierra's heartbroken, regardless of what she's done. Mostly neutral.

Izzy: Noticed Noah had a crush during her time on the game, but only found out it was on Cody when she watched the London episode. She's proud he went after who he wanted. Got a pit in her stomach when Sierra attacked Noah in Greece.

Eva: Finds the whole situation incredibly stupid. Cannot understand how love makes Sierra so obsessed. Would maim her if she had the chance. Someone put them in the ring, actually.

Lindsay: Is not paying attention. Sees Tyler is friends with Noah (more on that later) so she likes Noah too!

Gwen: Made friends with Cody in the first half of the season and helped him out with his feelings for Noah where she could. Understands Sierra's insane and feels bad for Cody.

Owen: Feels awful about ever doubting Noah after watching Alejandro try to manipulate Cody by flirting with Noah. Plans to apologize to Noah as soon as he sees him again.

Now about their families (which I also had not thought too much about before this ask). They're on a scale to me. Cody's parents are on the "Not watching the show at all" extreme of the scale, Sierra's mom (cause I don't think she has a dad?) is on the "Obsessively watching the show" extreme of the scale, and Noah's family is somewhere in the middle, tuning in and out. Cody will come home, have his parents ask "How was the trip?", he'll answer an empty "fine" and they'll move on. Sierra's mom is loudly cheering her daughter on, cause she knows if she was there instead of her daughter, she'd be doing the same thing to Chris. She's proud of her for going after Cody and has an unhealthy hatred for Noah for getting in the way. For the first half of the season, Noah's family would watch the episodes as they aired if they could catch them. Most of them were there for London though. After that they started putting in more effort to catch the episodes. His parents are mostly worried for his well being, but his siblings are mostly cheering for him and Cody with every episode. They're gonna jump him (with affection) when he gets home.

You don't have to apologize Strawberry. (Can I call you Strawberry?) I'm always happy to receive asks about this au! And I'm glad you're having your fun with it. It's what I strive for. The fun

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Will you share what makes you ship Anakin/Cody? It's a pairing I'd never have considered, so I'm really curious what makes you interested in it!

This is an interesting question for a few reasons, but I think I should link this post first.

One of the ship dynamics I gravitate towards, especially for Anakin, is 'incredibly powerful/skilled person who is desperate to please, and the person who is largely unimpressed with their baseline level of skill and power, but will genuinely and meaningfully praise/acknowledge the thing they put a real effort into.'

I think Cody is really, really unimpressed with Anakin's shenanigans, and he shows it. He's a walking raised eyebrow with "and?" hanging in the air. He knows Anakin is powerful and great with droids, but can he hold his temper? Can he remember and implement the battle plan that Rex drew up? Can he [redacted horny challenge]?

Anakin wants to impress Cody, and Cody wants Anakin to behave, but also Cody wants to see what makes Anakin tick. He's a very strange and emotional man, and that's a bit of a challenge to figure out and settle, and Cody imo likes a challenge.

In my mind, they didn't love or hate each other on first sight, they were just... wary. Cody had just spent a few weeks getting to know his new boss, and said new boss had mentioned his brother-son at least twice an hour. Cody goes in knowing that Anakin is reckless, but a genius, and lacking in common sense. He's emotional and forgets to sleep when he dedicates himself to a task, and is still getting used to his new arm because he tried to fight a Sith Lord 1v1.

Anakin comes into this situation knowing that Cody is competent, and that Obi-Wan describes him as a good man, and that the two seem to get along pretty well. Being Anakin, he's a little worried about getting replaced, but this is someone Obi-Wan has to work with, and it seems to be on the up and up, but they've had a few weeks to get to know each other without him there, so he's anxious, because in Anakin's mind he is the only person that should ever be Obi-Wan's SiC, but also, Obi-Wan likes this guy alright and the guy in question has managed to keep Obi-Wan and a bunch of soldiers alive so far, so he can't be that bad, so Anakin should try to get along with him, or Obi-Wan will be disappointed, or even upset, and Anakin can't deal with that right now.

So they meet and it's awkward and they try to settle into a working relationship of some kind, and it mostly is... okay. Anakin snaps and gets aggressive sometimes, but Cody is just a wall to it. This isn't great for Anakin, personally, who's used to 'not taking this shit, will wait silently for you to stop being a dick with obvious judgement' from people like Windu, but it works. Cody doesn't enjoy Anakin's behavior, nobody does, but he can deal with it and he's seen a couple brothers come through injury-and-prosthesis with a short temper, so like. Sure. Whatever.

But then Anakin starts coming to Cody for help with tactics and strategy, because Obi-Wan is busy, but Cody is basically Anakin's peer, right? And Cody was super trained in this? And that determination from Anakin to get good at war--whether it's for the sake of Anakin's own ego and need to excel at everything, or for the sake of keeping Cody's own brothers alive--sparks some interest from Cody. Anakin is trying. He's not good at it, not yet, but he's sharp and he asks good questions, and he doesn't doubt Cody's expertise... at least, not too often.

But Anakin does that to Obi-Wan, too, so Cody doesn't take it personally. This is just Anakin's personality. It's a flaw.

It helps that Anakin is pretty. Cody knows everyone can tell. He's not the only one that's noticed.

Then Anakin gets promoted, they split for a few months of Anakin leading his own legion across the galaxy, and the legions come back together for Christophsis or something, and Cody gets to see that Anakin is more confident now, rather than just bluster and arrogance, that it's in his walk, in how comfortable he is with the arm, in the fact that he grasps Rex's battle plans with an ease that takes even some brother's a while to learn.

And Anakin still, the second they are in proximity, wants approval. Some of it from Obi-Wan, obviously, but some of it from Cody, too.

Cody likes that. He likes that this incredibly powerful, widely respected Jedi (who happens to be very pretty and basically the same age as Cody himself) wants his approval. Wants his attention. Wants to know that he's doing a good job.

Wants a firm hand to tell him when he's wrong, and to praise him when he's right, and to force him to still and settle when he's about to jitter out of his skin.

I think Cody finds Anakin fascinating before he finds him charming or forms an emotional bond with him, but it's a solid place to start from.

(And Anakin just... latched onto a person that was Good At Thing that paid him attention and then gave him positive feedback.)

(That's like half my Anakin ships, though. It is very easy to make this boy fall in love. The real challenge is figuring out how the other person reacts to Anakin being... Intense.)

#absolutely-flabbergasted #star wars #the clone wars #codakin #codykin #commander cody #anakin skywalker #phoenix answers asks #shipping

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cody-paranatural · 5 months

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Ok, so not like it wasn't already clear why Cody was pissed at Hijack, but I just realised the whole "gaining control over Jeff's body without his consent to hurt somebody as a misguided way to help Jeff but really to fulfill Hijack's plan" must have hit reaaally close to home. You see, there is this psychological phenomenon called projecten-

HELLO ANON I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT SEEING THIS ASK LITERALLY MADE ME WANT TO START EATING CONCRETE /POS

THIS RESPONSE IS GOING TO BE ALL OVER THE PLACE AND WAY TOO LONG SO SORRY IN ADVANCE <3

And you are so right!!!!!! Like obviously, Cody would’ve gotten mad about Hijack targeting his best friend no matter what his ability was, but the fact that he literally took control over his body and forced him to do things he never would’ve done on his own definitely hit close to home. I thought there was no way his dad’s ability to literally take away his free will didn’t mess with Cody’s head since I’ve first read his and Davy’s chapter 5 argument, but these last 3 updates really showed the extent of his father’s abuse on his psyche and I personally have been LOVING going back and rereading Cody’s previous appearances with all of this new context in mind. And like even without the fact that Cody literally can’t disobey his father’s commands, Cody is very much someone who has never been allowed to show any kind of individuality. There are so many little ways in which Davy takes away Cody’s autonomy and disregards his personhood.

It drives me crazyyyyy. Davy in general is the kind of person who is far too egotistical and self-absorbed to ever really think about people beyond the role he assigned them to, all he sees is how they relate to him. And no one knows that better than Cody! Because there is no one Davy desires to control more than Cody. Remember chapter 8 page 1? The one thing that finally made Davy’s mask slip, the one thing that actually got to him was Max saying that Cody is nothing like him. Davy was pissed that someone dared to imply that Cody was anything but his miniature copy. Cody is literally not allowed to have any privacy, to have anything beyond what his father wants for him. He can’t even get out of the house on his own (and hearing him say he has guards was soooo vindicating I knew i had a good reason to pay so much attention to “something about strict orders not to mention it to Davy’s son when on protective detail” from chapter 7 page 62), he’s not allowed to carry his own money, he literally owns a copy of Davy’s signature gray pinstripe suit, hell even his hair looks So Much like his dad’s (ESPECIALLY when he was younger) there’s no way that isn’t a dad approved haircut. He doesn’t even have any privacy in his own body because his dad can literally feel his heartbeat (and the fact that’s not something Cody himself can’t do, that this happened when Cody was so young he doesn’t even remember ever feeling it is so. Oh Davy Jones there is a special place in hell with your name on it).

His room doesn’t even have a window. And I know this is the vampire house, but the fact that we learned this information in the same sentence where his room was described as having “no single such escape route” and now with the added context that he wants to run away from home is making this information very upsetting to me. So yeah, Hijack’s power is definitely a sore spot for Cody and it’s why I’m so happy we finally got to see these two (or well. three) interact!!!! And it’s everything I ever wanted and so much more. And I looooove that despise this mostly friendly demeanor Cody made it very clear that he’s still mad about what happened with Jeff and that he very much does not consider Hijack to be his friend (“So thanks for not being one, I guess!”). And that the one time Cody came off as genuinely threatening and malicious was when Right Hijack refused to leave (the right side of) his body (I have soooo many thoughts about that scene btw. And about Cody’s overall opinion of himself and his morality I have thought about this often and elaborately).

But even then, Cody did seem to be more outwardly angry about Hijack doing this to Jeff then him. Cody is on some level used to this. He doesn’t accept it, he’s not resigned to his fate as evidenced by him wanting to run away from home but this has been his life for the past 12 years, but it probably hurt so much to see someone he loves going through something he’s so familiar with. Especially when you consider that Cody, much like Davy (though obviously not to such an unhealthy degree), is very protective of the people he cares about and seems to have a strong desire to be in control (possibly stemming from the complete lack of control he has over his own life?). Sorry, I know I’ve been rambling but I love talking about pnat and especially Cody <3

#paranatural #pnat #cody jones #paranatural cody #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK ANON #I REALLY APPRECIATE IT #it's been a while since i wrote a large block of text about cody jones i think i needed that #though this is the first time i did it publicly

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ON THE ROCKS

Chapter 3

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

In collaboration with @0bsessioncntr

WORD COUNT: 8,324

SUMMARY: WORKING AT A SMALL BAR IN CALIFORNIA TO PROVIDE FOR YOURSELF AND YOUR SON, YOU MEET AN UNLIKELY STRANGER ON A LATE FRIDAY NIGHT. WHO KNEW THAT A DRUKEN HOOK-UP IN THE BAR BATHROOM COULD TURN INTO SOMETHING MORE

TW: N/A

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Yet another heavy sigh passed your lips as you intently scrubbed a stain on the bar counter that just wouldn’t come up. You had been at it for five minutes before you looked closer, your eyes squinting before you stood upright with a huff.

“Who put a cigarette out on the fucking bar top. These men are pigs I swear.”

You scoffed, tossing the rag to the side in frustration as you turned to look around the bar. Nobody was at the counter at the moment, most of the patrons were already wasted and standing on the far side by the big-screens and pool tables. You glanced up at the clock on the far wall; it was 11:30, an hour before closing time.

This was your first shift since your night with Rhea, and as much as you hated to admit it, you had spent the first few hours of your shift subconsciously waiting, hoping she would show up. Around the end of hour two you had ‘given up hope’, but now seeing that your shift was over in an hour, you had completely abandoned hope. You disappointedly glanced across the bar once more, your mind flashing back to the morning after you met her.

Eddie had woken you up at a bright and early seven o’clock, begging for pancakes. After what you later realized was only about three hours of sleep, you could barely get yourself up. You had been rubbing your eyes as Eddie ran out of the room, babbling about something concerning Cody Rhodes. A laugh escaped your lips as you heard him; you had been into WWE as a kid, and when you absentmindedly put it on for him one time while making dinner he had fallen in love. You had barely opened your eyes as Eddie poked his head back in the door, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Momma. Pancakes please!”

Another chuckle escaped from your throat as you stood up, running a hand back through your hair and leaving your room to make your five year old pancakes.

Your mind returned to the moment as you heard the bar door open, not bothering to look at who it was as you turned to grab the cocktail menu. At this point in the night you really didn’t feel like opening a new tab for whoever had just walked in the door, but it’s not like you had a choice.

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Both Rhea’s palms pressed firmly into the steering wheel ahead of her, stared out into the parking lot before her with a crinkled brow. She wanted to go in; walk back into the bar and let her heart feel what it had been craving. To feel the butterflies in her stomach that she’d felt the first time she’d layed eyes on you. To see your smile, to hear your laugh. But what if you weren’t there, or what if you didn’t want to see her.

Inhaling a shallow breath as her eyelids fluttered closed for a few brief moments, Rhea grabbed her phone from the center console and pulled the keys from the ignition, slipping out of the truck and locking the vehicle behind her. She had to go in. If you weren’t there she could just leave and if you didn’t want to see her; she wouldn’t fight it. But she wouldn’t know until the neon lights of the tiny bar hit her skin once more.

Pausing in front of the door as her palm rested down against the chipped paint, Rhea chuckled to herself. The last time she’d entered this bar she’d had the best night of her life, with the most amazing woman and now she was nervous. Oh how a little bit of time apart from you had changed her. Nerves weren't something Rhea felt often, she was an alpha; always had been. Exhaling a short breath, she lifted her head high and slipped into the confines of the bar.

An impish smirk pulled at her lips as she directed her gaze straight towards the bar. There you were, just like you had been the day she met you. You didn’t look up, causing a small sting in Rhea’s chest. Were you avoiding her?

Trying her best to keep her foot falls even, Rhea crossed the bar in silence. You hadn’t looked up from the menu once, giving her just enough time to reach the bar stool she’d sat on that very first night. An eat shit smirk claiming her features as she slipped her lengthy fingers across the bar and into your view, leaning forward against the wood as she took her seat.

“You can put that down princess, I already know what I want.”

You felt your heart stop. That was her voice. The one you couldn’t get out of your head. The one that nearly drove you to tears of pleasure the last time you saw each other. Your mouth fell open for a few moments before you looked up, meeting her gaze with a still shocked expression.

“Demi? Oh my god.”

You said quietly yet with a smile, trying not to draw attention from the bar patrons or your manager. Admittedly, you also didn’t want to let on just how happy you were to see her. How happy you were to see her was a problem, and it stung once again that you knew this couldn’t go anywhere

Your chest met the bar top as you leaned over, your face so close to Rhea’s at the moment you could feel her breath on your skin, a feeling you desperately missed. You outstretched your hand to tuck a strand of black hair behind her ear before standing up. If she was here, you were gonna make it worth it.

“You want a whiskey?”

The slightly flustered expression that claimed your features was enough to pull a small chuckle from Rhea’s chest, her lower lip rolling beneath her pearly whites as you tucked the hair behind her ear and regained your upright posture.

“For starters.”

Rhea uttered as she rested her elbows against the countertop. The excitement in your tone you’d tried so desperately to hide had given her some hope, at least you wanted to see her. That much was clear. Grazing her sapphire hues up and down the length of your body just like she had done the night you met, she couldn’t help the saliva that pooled on her tongue. You truly were breathtaking, no wonder she couldn’t get you off her mind.

Tracing her fingertip in circles against the bar top, Rhea’s gaze wandered around the bar swiftly. Not too many patrons remained at such a late time, which meant she would get more time with you one on one. The corners of her lips twitching into a playful smile as she returned her gaze to look upon you.

She hadn’t truly realized how much she’d missed you until she was here, right in front of you, witnessing your smile again in person. Losing herself in your multi coloured hues as she relished in your features.

And soft smile claimed your face as you ran your hand down Rhea’s arm, shooting her a wink before sauntering over to the far side of the bar, pouring her drink. You couldn’t believe she was here. She came back. She wanted to see you.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as your heart fluttered, once again feeling like a little school girl with a crush. As you finished making her drink you turned around, meeting her gaze from opposite sides of the bar, it drove you crazy how she couldn’t keep her eyes off you. As you approached her with the drink, you set it down gently on the counter, using your finger to gently push it towards her.

“Your whiskey on the rocks, Mami.”

You said with an eat shit grin, your arms moving up as you adjusted the ponytail your hair was in. The two of you didn’t seem to break eye contact for even a moment. You felt like you had to cherish as much of this time as possible; you had already gone through the pain of possibly never seeing her again, and now that she was here you figured you’d give your heart what it desperately wanted. Every time you reminded yourself you couldn’t bring her home it stung. A one night stand had turned into a hurricane of emotions for you.

Waiting until you returned your palms to the bar top, Rhea stretched out her own to take your hand in hers, the pad of her thumb tracing over each of your knuckles as her sparkling gaze remained fixated on your features.

“I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me.”

She uttered as she fought back the concern in her voice. One night stands were supposed to be just that; a one night stand and as hard as she had tried to stay away she was relieved you’d welcomed her return with such a positive response.

Releasing your hand to grasp at the tumbler you’d placed before her, Rhea took a large sip before plastering an impish grin upon her lips.

“I hope I didn’t get you in too much trouble keeping you so late.”

“Of course I wanted to see you ag-”

You cut yourself off, and fast. Yes, you wanted to see her, but you couldn’t let her get the idea that you could keep seeing her. You were already starting to feel like this went too far, past a one night stand and into a tangle of emotions and feelings. You let out a long sigh and shot her a soft smile, hoping she didn’t take it the wrong way.

“It’s no trouble, I’m here until midnight anyway, might as well have some good looking company.”

You smiled nervously, trying to push past the anxiety and enjoy this moment with her. The truth is you just felt guilty, like you were leading her on when you were bound to turn her away. Your gaze shifted from her face to the drink on the counter, watching and listening as the ice moved each time Rhea adjusted her grip.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me.”

Suppressing a chuckle at the double meaning to her reply, Rhea brought the glass back to her lips to take another sip. Your demeanor seemed different to the night you met and this concerned her, was coming here a mistake? Should she have stayed away?

Pressing her lips into a firm line, she inhaled a shallow breath. Maybe you didn’t want her to show up after all.

“Then stay ‘till closing. We can have a drink or two, but then I have to get home.”

You warmly smiled at her, placing your hand on top of hers as you squeezed it gently. You didn’t want to hurt her feelings, you wanted to keep her around more than anything. You thought about just telling her straight. Just telling her you’re more into her than anything, but you have a life that wouldn’t allow you to be together. You wanted to tell her all of this desperately, but at the same time you couldn’t stand the thought of scaring her off.

The flutter in Rhea’s chest as your palm rested down against her own caused a warm smile to tug at her lips. Every interaction you shared gave her hope, stupid hope, that maybe this could be something. The attention she often got didn’t make her feel the way you did, it was always directed towards ‘Rhea’; her persona but never to herself.

Her popularity had increased tremendously as of late and it was still a surprise to her that you didn’t know who she was. Maybe you were just playing it cool, not wanting to freak out over a celebrity sighting. Or maybe, just maybe, you didn’t care. You saw her for her.

“Deal.”

She finally spoke, her gaze cantering back as she intently watched the same male from two nights prior approaching the bar. Motioning with her head in his direction, she mimicked his pet name for you as she raised the glass to her lips.

“You're up baby girl, I won’t keep you from working.”

Chortling softly, Rhea gave your palm a gentle squeeze before giving you the freedom to do your job. Knocking back the remainder of her drink and hoping from the bar stool. If you wanted her to stay, then she would but not before changing the monstrous choice of music the regulars had chosen from the jukebox.

Shooting you a cheeky wink as she slid down the length of the bar top, she passed the disgruntled male with a roll of her eyes. He was practically salivating as he stared at you, ignoring her as she made her way to the jukebox with a throaty chortle.

As she walked away a smirk claimed your lips, your eyes darting down to her ass for a moment before you snapped back to reality, shifting your gaze to the obviously drunk man approaching you.

“Don't tell me you want another one Charlie. I’m telling you they’re gonna start getting on my ass about over-serving.”

You said with a giggle as the man rested his palms on the bar. You raised an eyebrow as he stumbled a bit even with the support, looking up at you with glossy eyes.

“Shut up Y/N. Close my goddamn tab.”

The man grumbled, obviously further gone than you originally thought. You would be worried about him driving home, but one of the reasons Charlie was a regular was he lived a few houses up from the bar. Back when you had first started working here he would come in every once in a while, but when his marriage fell apart after his retirement, this is where he spent most of his days.

“Somebody’s grumpy tonight. I’ll close your tab if you ask me nicely”

You said with a soft laugh, sliding his card from his side of the counter to yours, holding it in the air as a tease. The man looked at you angrily for a moment before letting out a sigh, stumbling once again before speaking.

“Can you please close my tab, princess.”

The snark in his voice was evident, but you didn’t care. To be honest, you just liked having a little fun with them. Most of the regulars you saw on a near daily basis, and with the absence of any family except for Eddie, this was your family.

“Thank you, Charlie. Yes I will.”

You slid the card between your teeth as you picked up a few empty glasses from the bar, including Rhea’s, and made your way over to the register. You set the glasses down beside you as you ran Charlie’s card, pulling the receipt and lying it down for a moment. You took Rhea’s glass, pouring her another whiskey before bringing both the drink and the card back to Charlie. You set the glass down a few stools away before handing Charlie his card and receipt with a smile.

“Get home safe, Charles”

As the man walked away from the bar your eyes once again darted to Rhea, whos back was still turned to you at the jukebox. You had to admit you were excited for what she would pick, the regulars had a decent taste in music, but a limited one. Your eyes traced her figure once more, fixated on her every curve of her body.

Sure the jukebox had a decent set list, quite a few of the songs already on Rhea’s everyday playlist but she knew exactly what song she wanted. It had been so obvious, yet she’d played it cool and browsed the choices first.

Finally pressing the code for the same Nine Inch Nails song you’d chosen the night you spent together, she spun on sneaker clad feet to lean back against the jukebox frame. Her crystal hues finding yours almost immediately as the corner of her lips twitched, Rhea slid her tongue over her teeth before adorning her signature eat shit grin upon her lips.

“Goooood song!”

A drunk heckled from the far side of the bar as Rhea made her way back in the direction of her stool, a small chuckle parting her lips as she paused in front of you to lean against the bar, her palms sliding across the countertop as she brought her lips in line with yours.

Rhea’s fingertips clamped like a vice around your chin, pulling your face a little closer to hers as to cast the warmth of her breath against your skin. Fuck she wanted to kiss you, but with all the watching eyes she decided otherwise. Slowly releasing her hold to stand back upright with an impish grin.

“Great song.”

You were frozen in place as soon as you heard the first note. Your mind flashed back to the first time Rhea walked into the bar, moments of the night that led up to you putting on this exact song. You knew she knew what she was doing. As Rhea grabbed your face you were still too flustered to do anything, regardless of the bar patrons watching. It took a few more moments of the song playing for you to fully register.

I wanna date you maybe

I wanna take you out

The song itself sounded like sex, let alone the memories associated with it now. You felt yourself physically shake off the embarrassment, your lips curling into a smile as your eyes met Rhea’s. You looked around quickly for your manager before leaning in closer to her, very quietly whispering in her ear in the sexiest voice you could muster at that register.

“You tryna make a fool outta me?”

You leaned back behind the bar counter as you watched her face for a reaction. As you placed your palms on the wooden bar top, the strap of your shirt fell to your shoulder. You didn’t bother with it, instead letting your eyes wander from her face down her muscular arms, stopping to mull over her tattoos for merely seconds before looking back at her.

I wanna wine and dine you

Oh, I wanna twist, and twist, and shout.

Rhea’s tongue toyed with her back tooth as her gaze caught your strap as it cascaded your shoulder, her lids dropping slightly into a devilish glare. Her features looked like she wanted to eat you alive, her breath catching in her throat as slid her tongue across her pearly whites.

All her mind could think of was what you looked like under your clothes, her focus shifting to the damage she’d done to your neck as she scanned your exposed collarbone with sapphire hues. Of course you’d covered them in about a gallon of concealer for work, not wanting the stares they would have undoubtedly caused.

“Now why would I do that, princess?”

She purred, tracing her fingertip around the rim of her glass as your gaze returned to hers. There were much better things she could make out of you than a fool. A gaggle of dirty thoughts flooded her mind as she lifted her beverage up to her lips, gulping back a large mouthful as she refused to break eye contact.

You couldn’t help but mentally undress her over and over, the memory of her topless form burnt into your memory. You didn’t break eye contact, instead leaning down to speak to her once again, this time forgetting to check your surroundings.

I want you hot in my arms

So soft on my bed

The space between your faces was almost nonexistent, as you had completely forgotten you were even at work at this moment with her, and thankfully most of the bar's patrons were too far gone to notice.

“There’s no getting in my pants tonight hot stuff, I’m not the one closing.”

You said with a sly wink, almost nose to nose with Rhea when a loud voice rattled you back to reality.

“Y/N! Get your head out of your ass it’s closing time.”

Your manager scolded from the far side of the bar, looking annoyed. You weren’t too worried about it, as he had a short temper and this was nothing new. You simply nodded, standing up and hurrying to the other side of the bar to speak with him. It was only at this moment could Rhea fully see what you were wearing; not only a skimpy black tank-top, but a little black miniskirt too, finished off by some studded combat boots. You wouldn’t ever admit it to her or yourself, but you wore it just in case she were to show up.

You get the key to my heart

When you wear that sweet dress.

It wasn’t that Rhea had expected she’d get to share another night of passion filled sex with you, but as you closed the door on it being a reality she’d cursed her luck. Her brow furrowing slightly as your manager had interrupted a moment between you, she exhaled a shallow huff and sat upright on her stool, finishing her drink in a single swallow.

How was she supposed to think of anything else with the amount of skin you were showing? The hem of your skirt barely covered the perfect mound of your ass and once again she found herself staring. If only you were alone, there isn’t a surface in the entire bar she wouldn’t fuck you on.

But you’re so physical

Physical

Too me.

Racking her palm through midnight locks with a quick breath, Rhea’s mind began to wonder. Her subconscious picturing things she could only imagine. How hard would she have to spank you for your ass to jiggle beneath her touch? How loud could she make you scream her name as you begged her to keep going?

I want your rough house baby

I want this right in your ear

Swallowing back the saliva that collected on her tongue as she allowed her gaze to drop the full length of your slender legs, her lips twitching into a coy smirk as she remembered just how much they had shook while she punished you.

She didn’t want to force anything between you, truthfully all she’d craved was seeing you. Clothes or not.

It took everything in you to keep a straight face as your manager basically bitched you, but all the noise was drowned out by the sensation of Rhea’s eyes on your ass. You knew she noticed. You knew she was looking. You knew what she was thinking.

As your manager began to wind down you couldn’t help but press yourself up on your toes a bit, something nobody would notice except for her, when the panties beneath your skirt were revealed by the angle.

You let me feel your danger

I let you make this feeling clear here.

You let out a sigh of relief when he finally left, your heels touching the ground once more as you rang the bell as loudly as possible.

“Alright boys time to go home to your wives!”

The bar erupted in a chorus of groans and profanity, a laugh escaping from your throat as you snuck a look at Rhea across the bar. You didn’t have a moment to do anything more, as the mass of men had already begun lining up at the bar to close their tabs. The redirection of attention sparked an idea in you; why not get more tips, while teasing her?

I want the touch of your arms

The heat of your breath

As the first man offered up his card, you leaned over the counter on your toes the way you would if you were 3 inches shorter than you actually were. In the position you had yourself, it was more than easy to imagine someone had bent you over the bar top.

You were torturing her, that was clear and it took everything in her for Rhea to remain focused. The lace panties you wore were so similar to the ones she’d ripped clean off you only a few nights earlier and only made the desire that burned in her eyes so much stronger. How could you keep doing this to her when you’d already closed the door on her ripping your clothes off with her bare hands and taking you where you stood.

I wanna say all those things

That would be better unsaid, no.

Chewing at her inner cheek as she watched you work, her admiration was interrupted by the stumbled sounds of an unfamiliar voice. Not one of your patrons had said two words to her since she’d arrived, so who was this fumbling idiot and what did he want?

Cantering her head with a quirked brow, Rhea couldn’t help the small chortle in her chest as she watched Charles stumble into her view. His palm reaching out for the bar top; and missing, she found herself supporting the booze soaked male to the stool beside her.

“She’s a hot lil thing, ain’t she?”

Charles slurred, the pungent smell of his breath causing Rhea to sit back slightly on her stool to avoid being punched in the face with his scent.

She couldn’t justify the feeling that burnt in her chest; as if Charles staring at you was crossing some line that didn’t sit right. Was it jealousy?

“Didn’t she tell you to go home?”

Rhea practically snarled, the tension in her chest growing tighter as she watched the whites of Charles’ eyes flow down the curvature of your spine and over the curve of your ass. You weren’t her girl, but that didn’t give pervy guys the right to look at you like some sex object.

Charles practically choked on his own saliva as he fumbled with his words once more, his gaze breaking from your form to look at Rhea once more.

“Wha—”

A loud hiccup cut Charles off, his form swaying on the stool as he attempted to speak again.

“What are— what are you, one of those gays?”

Rhea jaw clenched at his words, her fingertips gripping tightly around the edge of the bar top as she held her breath. She could just hit him. That’s how she would have let out her frustration at work, but this wasn’t the ring and Charles wasn’t exactly in the best shape to take her on.

Flitting her gaze over to where you still perched over the bar so effortlessly, she brushed off the drunk's comment with an aggressive roll of her eyes. She didn’t want to give you the wrong idea.

“How about you just go home, before she catches you and throws you out herself.”

“You know she ain’t into girls. She ain’t into—”

He trailed off, nearly falling asleep on spot before he jolted back up, standing up from the bar stool and stumbling towards the door, still mumbling about how you weren’t gay until he had fully left the bar.

By this time you were closing the last customers tab, falling back on your heels and barely waving him goodbye before you walked around the bar, following the patrons out and locking the door behind them. You turned to Rhea with a disappointed look, walking to the stool next to her and taking a seat, legs crossed.

“I can’t stay for drinks, it’s already later than I was supposed to close and I still have to catch a cab home. I’m sorry.”

You felt like your heart was at your feet. You had glanced at the clock while checking the last customer out, and had noticed it was nearly 1:15. You really had closed late, but you had gotten lost in your time with Rhea. The pain of having to leave her behind a second time hurt ten times worse. You knew she was going to offer to drive you home, but the thought of that made you feel so guilty. You had been teasing her all night, now you’re going to let her drive you home and you can’t even invite her in?

Rhea had been keeping track of the time ever since your manager had caused a stink about your lack of attention, each passing second taking away from your time together. There was nothing she could do about it, you’d already made it clear that being home on time was something of importance to you and she wasn’t going to test that again tonight.

Placing both her palms down onto your knees as you apologized for having to leave, Rhea couldn’t help the small smile that graced her lips. Even though she’d spent the whole night picturing you naked, not crossing boundaries was something she took very seriously.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, princess. Look I don’t like you taking a cab alone, it’s not far—”

She paused. The expression that claimed your features felt so familiar, were you going to reject her ride again. It’s not like driving you home had any hidden ultimatum, it was late and you were a single female getting into a stranger's car alone. Gently squeezing your knees as her thumbs traced against your exposed skin, Rhea released a palm to tilt your chin up and make you meet her gaze. Maybe she wouldn’t give you a chance to say no. She just wanted you home safe.

“Grab your bag.”

Tracing her thumb against the angle of your jawline, her lips morphed into a playful smile as she hopped off her stool.

“Finish up with the boss man and meet me at the truck. No buts.”

A smile claimed your lips again as Rhea placed her hands on your thighs, trying to hide the heat crossing your face. Right as you were about to turn the ride down she hadn’t given you a chance, and if there was one thing both of you had learned in your time together, it’s that you were good at following her directions.

“Ok. I’ll meet you at the truck, give me five.”

As Rhea left the bar you took a deep breath, trying to suppress the feelings of guilt that were overwhelming you. Here you were letting her drive you home, leading her on yet again. You felt even worse the moment you realized part of the reason she was driving you home was because she was worried about you. She already cared enough to worry, and there was nothing you could do to change that.

It was about ten minutes later that you knocked on the window of the truck, alerting Rhea to your presence before opening the door and jumping in. You quickly set your bag on the floor and looked over at her with a smile.

“Thanks for taking me home. Again. You remember where my house is right?”

Rhea’s fingertips drummed against the steering wheel as you slipped into the truck beside her, a small smile tugging at her lips as you thanked her for the ride home. Of course she was taking you home, she wasn't okay with the idea of anyone else doing the job; especially in the skirt you’d chosen. It barely covered anything and she didn’t want wandering eyes checking you out. Not when she wanted to do the same thing so badly. Your bare skin called to her, begging to be touched, begging to be marked.

Rolling her lips between her teeth, Rhea cantered her head to the side to take in your features. Even in the dim light of the moon that shone in through the front window you were breathtaking to her, the light reflecting in your glistening hues as you looked upon each other.

“Left out the parking lot and follow the street down through the neighborhood.”

Rhea informed you. She wasn’t exactly sure how she’d remembered the way to your house, she’d taken you home once and yet it was as if the directions were sketched into her mind. She remembered so many details about you that it made sense, but as she spoke she questioned if it was making her sound stalkerish. Turning her attention back out into the almost empty parking lot, Rhea cleared her throat slightly before turning the key in the ignition.

The truck rumbled to life as she peeked over at you through her peripherals. She didn’t have much time left with you, she assumed you would disappear into the house in a hurry once again and leave her with even more feeling and so much pain as she watched you leave. Pulling the stick shift into reverse and checking her mirrors, Rhea snook one last peek over at you before hitting the gas.

Inhaling a shallow breath, Rhea contemplated telling you what was on her mind. She’d come to the bar tonight because she couldn’t shake you, no matter what she did and no matter how hard she tried you’d been on her mind for two days straight. She’d barely slept, not for a lack of trying.

“Do..”

The word was almost silent, there was no way you’d heard it and yet Rhea still hesitated. Her gaze remained on the road as she indicated to leave the parking lot, following the road signs even though the roads were empty and the pause wasn’t necessary. It was a stupid idea to think and an even stupider idea to say out loud. Her lips pressed into a line as she changed her mind on asking her question.

You couldn’t shake the guilt and stayedd mostly silent for the drive home until you reached the house. As Rhea pulled in front of the driveway you felt like you were going to be sick to your stomach. You didn’t want to leave her, you wanted to have her come inside and do unimaginable things to you, but you knew once again that you couldn’t; you had more important things to take care of. As she put the truck in park you looked over at her, immediately meeting her gaze. You got an overwhelming feeling in your chest that you wanted, no, needed to kiss her.

Your hand slinked over to the driver side, placing down on Rhea’s legs as you traced circles on her skin. You couldn’t kiss her, it would only make things worse. You thought about something, anything to say, but you wound up with nothing. You found yourself staring at her with wide eyes, not wanting to leave her but knowing you had too.

Each gentle movement of your palm had Rhea’s heartbeat increasing. Maybe you would want to see her again, you wouldn’t be staying in the car and showing her any kind of affection if you didn't, right? Taking a quick glance over your shoulder in the direction of the door you’d so quickly disappeared behind only a few nights prior, she exhaled a shallow breath and returned her gaze to yours.

“I’m so happy I got to see you again.”

Rhea’s palm moved to cradle around your jaw, her thumb tracing against the apple of your cheek as she inhaled a breath. She didn’t want to let you go without a proper goodbye, but would kissing you be a mistake? She couldn’t keep showing up in your life like this without knowing if you felt even a slight feeling towards her. She felt something about you, maybe too much, but she couldn’t help herself. There was something about you that just fit.

Flicking the lock on her seatbelt to release herself from its binding, Rhea leant forward without another thought. The soft plush of her lips finding yours in a desperate and hungry kiss. Your lips hadn’t touched in far too long and if she was going to make it through watching you walk away again, she needed it.

Winding her free palm around the curvature of your spine, she let it rest against your lower back as her tongue fought with dominance to enter your mouth. The heat behind her kiss was clear as day. She needed you; even for a moment, because as soon as you stepped out of the truck she had no idea when she’d see you again.

A small, startled squeak escaped your mouth as Rhea’s lips collided with yours, but you didn’t hesitate for a moment to kiss her back. As her hand trailed down your spine you got chills, your fingers digging into the skin of her thigh as your lips moved together in unison. Both of you had needed this, that was clear. You could tell just how much she wanted you, but much she really liked you— and you couldn’t do this anymore.

You pulled away from her grasp, feeling like you were on the brink of crying as your lips parted. You wouldn’t meet her gaze, instead looking back towards the house then at Rhea’s dashboard.

“Demi. I can’t do this. I can’t let you get attached to me.”

You felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. You couldn’t take the guilt any longer, you had to let her know what she was going to be in for. You had to let her know this fantasy was just that, a fantasy.

“My life is a mess. I’m at the bar six days a week, and I’m a single mom. I have a five year old. My focus needs to be on my child. I’m sorry.”

You finally looked up at her for a reaction, terrified of what you would find. You had desperately tried to keep from telling her the truth, from scaring her away, but you couldn’t let her get attached to you when you knew you would break her heart; and yours in the process.

It all happened so fast as Rhea simply watched you explain your life to her, the ball forming in her throat and restricting her airways, the tightness in her chest as her palms moved to rest in her lap. You were rejecting her and even though she’d tried to prepare herself for it over and over again, it still tore at her insides like razor blades.

“You— you’re a mum.”

She stated as she tried her best to swallow, her palm finally moving to rest on the curvature of your knee with the most gentle touch.

“I didn’t see that one coming.”

A throaty chortle vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she gave your knee a soft squeeze, the pads of her fingers trailing against the soft exposed flesh of your lower thigh as she inhaled a long breath.

“That’s why you left so quickly?”

The reality was that Rhea had played over in her head every situation she could think of as to why you’d left so abruptly the night you met, but a child wasn’t even a blip in those thoughts.

Retracting her palm from your thigh to capture the soft cushion of your cheek, Rhea leant forward to press her forehead down against your own.

“And that’s why you have to leave now.”

Rhea didn’t see herself as someone who would start a family of her own and the idea of having children in her life was scary, but was that all too late? You’d become her only focal point. She already cared for you so much more than she should and now she had to decide if she was willingly to sacrifice you over such a small detail?

“Yes, I’m a mum.”

You said, a small smile crossing your face as Rhea kept the lack of space between you, not pulling away from you, and not telling you to get the hell out of the truck for leading her on. Despite her reaction you still felt a little guilty; a child was not something everybody was ready for, especially for somebody who, originally, just wanted to hook up with you at the bar.

“And that’s why I have to leave. I’m sorry Demi.”

Your hand found hers, giving it a gentle squeeze as you tried to non-verbally convey just how sorry you were. You weren’t just sorry for her, you were sorry for yourself; there really was something different about her, but you had a lot of doubt that she would want to put up with a five year old, regardless of how much she liked you. You yourself were only twenty four, and although you didn’t know her exact age, it was clear she wasn’t much older than you, and for a few twenty year olds a child was a lot. You didn’t want to tie her down like that. You didn’t want to feel even more guilty.

It took a few moments for Rhea to regain her focus, returning the gentle squeeze against your palm as she traced the apple of your cheek with her thumb. She couldn’t process why you were apologizing. It wasn’t a situation that required one and yet you seemed so disappointed in yourself.

Sitting back to cast her crystal hues over your features, Rhea exhaled a small breath and gave your palm another squeeze before releasing you from her hold. She didn’t want to make you late, you had more important things to be dealing with than spending time with her.

“I don’t want to keep you.”

She uttered, her lips curving into a soft simper as she glanced over to the clock on the dashboard. It was almost two a.m and she didn’t want to be responsible for you returning home late again.

“Go, it’s okay. Kiddo comes first, I get it.”

You smiled softly, almost wincing the second the two of you were no longer in contact. You stared at her for a moment, just in case you had scared her away; she had a face you needed to remember.

“Goodnight.”

You opened the door of the truck, hopping out and beginning to walk towards the house. You told yourself you had to keep it together, there was no use in getting upset. The situation was what it was and at this point you did all you could do. Rhea was amazing, and you hadn’t wanted to hurt her or turn her away, but you had no choice.

As you reached the door and pulled out your keys you hesitated, still hearing her truck running behind you. After putting the key in the lock and turning, you looked back over your shoulder once more to look at the truck. What if that was the last time you saw her? What if you really had scared her off? A soft smile claimed your lips, just in case she could see your face, before you turned and disappeared through the door.

The soft smile on your lips caused one to grace Rhea’s own as she watched the door close and you disappear behind it, her attention moving to look out over your street as she inhaled a sharp breath. Once again she sat alone outside your house, but this time it was different.

Buckling her belt and starting up the truck faster than she had the first night, Rhea hit the gas without looking back. You were a mum, you had responsibilities and as much as she wanted you in her life maybe it wasn’t wise. She was gone weeks at a time, sometimes months. Her scheduling wasn’t something she could control and that left her more concerned than she needed it to. You knew nothing about her; what she did for a living. Perhaps you were doing the right thing choosing your child over her, putting your life ahead of your feelings.

Rhea needed time to think. She cared for you so deeply that being away from you hurt, but maybe it was for the best? She didn’t want to add the drama and craziness of her life to the undoubtedly messy situation you already lived with.

It took everything in you to keep it together as you closed the door behind you, going on to relieve the babysitter and sitting on the couch once she left. You had really just turned her away, there was a good chance of you never seeing her again, and you had to come to terms with that.

“Mommy?”

You heard a little voice behind you, snapping out of the emotional trance you were in to turn around, seeing Eddie in his WWE pajamas clutching his blanket.

“Yes hunny? What’re you doing up?”

You said as you stood, walking around the couch and scooping him into your arms. As you shifted his weight into your hip you smiled at him, giving his forehead a soft kiss.

“Can I sleep with you?”

He mumbled, his face buried in your shoulder. You could tell he was tired, but with you being gone a lot he sometimes struggled and liked to sleep in your bed.

“Yes baby, of course you can. C’mon, let's get some sleep.”

You carried him off to your room, a soft smile on your lips. This. This is why you had done what you did tonight. Every time you saw him you couldn’t help but think about just how much you loved him, how much he had saved you from yourself. He was the most important thing in your life, the only thing that had ever made you happy; except for her. That thought stung for a moment before Eddie’s little arms wrapped around your neck. You let out a long sigh as you laid your head on his, sitting on your bed with him still in your arms.

“Do you want music or TV baby?”

You asked him while rubbing your hand up and down his back. He really was just like you in so many ways, including his inability to fall asleep without background noise.

“I want music, Momma.”

He said quietly. You smiled to yourself, laying him down on the left side of the bed as you rolled over to yours. He was so sleepy he was struggling to keep his little eyes open. You pulled the blanket over him, turning off the lamp by your bed so that only the moonlight lit the room.

“Alexa, play Matchbox 20.”

You had a smile on your face, putting on a band you had played for Eddie since you found out you were pregnant. You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling. As the song began to play, your heart dropped. Of all songs, it had to be “Hand Me Down”. This song had to come on the one time in your life where the lyrics were relevant.

Someday they’ll find your small time world on a big time avenue

Gonna make you like the way they talk, when they’re talking to you.

Immediately you felt a pool of saliva in your throat, the familiar feeling of holding back tears starting to build. Thankfully, your toddler was already passed out asleep beside you, oblivious to the conflicted feeling of his mother. Your eyes were still locked on the ceiling as you fixated on the lyrics stinging your heart.

Gonna make you break out of your shell ‘cause they tell you to

Gonna make you like the way they lie, better than the truth

The nights you had spent with Rhea you had felt like a completely different person. You had never even fathomed feeling a spark with anybody again, let alone a woman. The usual calmness and control you had was thrown completely out the window the second you heard her voice.

They’ll tell you everything you wish that someone else would say,

They’re gonna break your heart, yeah

From what I’ve seen

You’re just one more hand me down

Cause no one’s tryna give you what you need

You felt the first tear run down your face, taking a quiet but deep breath in to try and calm yourself. It was already too late.

So lay all your troubles, down

I am with you now.

You glanced over at your child, the tears slowing for a moment as you took in the beauty that was him, just sleeping. You had to keep reminding yourself you did what you did for a reason. A god damn good reason. But as the song continued to play, the few tears before-hand were you keeping it together.

Somebody’s gonna take you in

Gonna make you love again,

Gonna make you like the way it feels

When they’re under your skin.

Holding back the emotions was futile at this point, tears streaming down your face as you silently cried. You had never felt the way you had felt with her in these last two nights with anybody, not even your child’s father. Your arms became crossed over your chest as you tried to catch your breath. You had an overwhelming feeling of regret. Why did you have to send her away? Why couldn’t you have figured something, anything out?

Never once do you think they’ll lie

When they’re holding you

The wonder why they haven’t called,

When they said they’d call you.

All you wanted was to sleep. To close your eyes and forget all about her, but even when your lids did find solace, all you could see was her.

Eddie was your world; from the moment he opened his eyes and yet you found yourself craving more. Someone at your side to raise him with you, to be a family. But it wasn’t that simple. You didn’t want to punish him with a parade of individuals that would run the moment it got hard.

Rhea was unbelievable, everything she did, everything she said. The warmth in her smile, the sweetness in her eyes. But was it enough? As much as you wanted her, could she want this or would your reality be too much for her?

You start to wonder if you’re over gonna make it back.

You’re gonna think you were born blind

From what I’ve seen.

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anxiety-banana · 7 months

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star wars things that make me smaddy (sad/mad/happy):

(subtle ahsoka spoilers ahead)

-thinking about lil baby ahsoka falling asleep in plo's arms when she was just a tiny bean

-ezra knowing his parents before they died (unlike half of the chosen one tragedies out there)

-kanan not being around to raise jacen, but he still got to raise ezra and sabine

-ahsoka and sabine's complicated relationship and the fact that they keep coming back to each other because they know. they know they love each other and they know they work best together and they know that in the end they'll always return

-anakin's tiny little hands taking apart and putting back together every appliance obi-wan has

-force ghost anakin watching ahsoka live her life

-force ghost anakin being a proud dad to ahsoka when she takes sabine on as an apprentice and talking to mando and every little thing she does the same as she did when she was a teenager

-seeing little live action ahsoka mannerisms and phrases that just hit you as absolutely perfect ahsoka

-obi-wan getting to find comfort in someone like him; satine seeing this too-smart jedi and going "he's mine"

-watching hera interact with her son

-sabine's little loth cat

-sabine living in ezra's tower

-an ACTUAL TEENAGER PLAYING TEENAGE AHSOKA i'm proud of the casting director

-live action clone wars ahsoka and her baby face

-live action cw ahsoka's voice

-the bulky design of star wars mechanics because that's how it was imagined in the 70's that never changed even though modern technology has progressed

-a room full of force sensitive younglings making their toys float and the creche master having to stop them from "accidentally" throwing them at others

-jacen and chopper's obvious attachment like that droid took one look at the tiny child of mother and decided he had to become the best babysitter in the galaxy

-star wars as a franchise surviving and thriving and growing into such an enormous fanbase with people in production who actually love the characters and love what they're doing

-seventy year olds who watched a new hope when it came out being able to connect with their grandchildren over luke skywalker

-the brotherly affection between all the clones

-the thought of ahsoka learning some jawaese and anakin learning some togruti and them both learning mando'a and UGH they just love each other and they want to be apart of each others' cultures

-ahsoka always sparring with rex and winning for the first time and just absolutely losing her crap

-rex is just so proud

-ahsoka and cody bonding because they're the same rank and they don't feel like they have to perform for each other

-cody stepping back and letting rex become her ori'vod but he was prepared for her. he loves her and she doesn't know it. he always loved her, even if it was first just the thought of her.

-when they get to know each other ahsoka realizes cody is more reserved, but is just as crazy as her own legion and she just feels so at home with him

-ahsoka expresses her anger to anakin, because he understands, but then he reminds her that anger comes from a place of pain and hurt and sadness and she just absolutely loses it because she's so tired

i feel better now thank you for listening have a good day <3

#star wars #clone wars #star wars imagines #star wars headcanons #headcanons #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #sabine wren #ahsoka spoilers #rex #cody #501st legion #star wars rebels

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