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toomanybandstocare · 10 months

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{How Cody Falls Asleep and What That Says About Him}

Program: Just how he falls asleep when he's deployed and when he has the luxury of being at home in your arms. Where feels safe and loved.

Pairing: Cody x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Counselor Notes: After how many months??? I had it written out ... but I just didn't feel like posting it. Oopsies - well I had a shit week, so here's some comfort kind of.

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This man is out cold as soon as his head hits the pillow. As soon as his head sinks into the slightly plush pillow he snagged from your apartment, Cody completely relaxes and slips into a comfortable slumber.

He sleeps on his back with his armor stacked neatly by the corner of his bed closest to his head. One arm holds a pillow the blankets close to his chest as he trying to find a semblance of safety in the room that's supposed to be his escape from reality. But the bland durasteel walls always feel like they're closing in on him. The only exception is the inner wall his bed is against where photos of his friends and brothers are tapped close by.

Cody's a very light sleeper even though he falls asleep quickly. Unless it's his chronometer or someone familiar telling him to wake up, he jolts from his sleep if something unusual or alarming pulling him from his sleep.

Cody's ready to jump up and get going, he has to be with the nature of war. However, he much prefers to take his time in the mornings. He wants to ease into the day when he can. Either starting with a light workout or reading whatever fictional novel he can get his hands on.

His small travel trunk, that's supposed to hold datapads and supplies for himself, usually is filled mostly with all the books he collects on deployment. Carefully tucked in a corner surrounded by a blanket for padding, Cody has an analogue camera that he purchased on his first deployment. The first photo he took with it was of his batchmates when they were all on leave at the same time soon after.

When Cody's home on leave, everyone knows where to find him if they absolutely need him. Only in actually emergencies and not when Waxer reveals his lastest rescue tooka kitten to the 212th.

He'll pull you into his side when you spend the night together. Carefully tucking his chin on your head as one arm sneaks underneath your neck and the other rests across your middles. Loves to be the big spoon, because he can feel the two of you connect and slowly fall into your shared mundane routine once again.

Cannot stop himself from peppering you with soft, fleeting kisses. Across your shoulder where your sleep shirt slips off. Up your neck where he feels your pulse (his favorite spot since he can remind himself your alive and well and safe from everything wrong in the galaxy). From your jaw to your cheek bone to the crown of you head, until places a final lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Your bodies always gravitate towards one another. Always tangled in a mess by the time the sun rises through the curtained window of your Coruscant apartment.

The first night he returns home, Cody always pulls out one of his comfy shirts and lays it out for you for bed. One of his favorite moments in the day is when he wakes up and trails his fingertips feather light against your pj shorts and rests his hand on the dip of your torso where his top bunches up. He carefully grasps it in his hand and pulls your closer into him.

You know he's had a rough deployment when you wake up and find his body tilted and covering yours. Partially laying on top of you and rests his head in the crook of your shoulder, it's as if Cody's trying to subconsciously shield you from any dangers lurking in the dark.

-> Cody is never able to fully able to relax unless he's in a space that he knows is completely his own or shared with a loved one. -> Always on the defensive as he tries to think about how to be ready to protect those around him. -> Cody is a selfish man who keeps it to himself in order not to endanger anyone. He makes small sacrifices when he knows it's absolutely safe to do so. That way he can experience a moment of normalcy and what life is like outside the war. -> He's a patient and understanding man. That's why he's never upset when a new tooka kiten roams around the command center on the Starship or when a set of his spare blacks go missing until he fins them in the laundry pile. Cody, of all people, knows the struggle of trying to start a life or moment of joy during such a turbulent time, and he won't be the one to deny his brothers or lover that.

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clonelyhours · 8 months

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Control

Pairing(s): Commander Cody x gn! reader

Tags/warnings: Jedi! reader, taunting, dom! reader, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Being a commander in the war could be tough at times, but as a co-commander, some of the weight was lifted from your shoulders. You aided in Commander Cody's role in the war, except, it didn't feel like that at times.

Whenever you would attempt to give mission reports or orders to the men, Cody would talk over you and do it himself. It's not like you went to your master, Obi-Wan, and complained about it to him, as he thought you to be as childish as Anakin was. Complaining would only make it worse.

So one day, you decided to confront the clone about it. You'd finished with a briefing and were ready annoy him once you got him alone. "Cody, I need to talk to you, now."

Complying with your need, he went off to the side with you to have a private conversation. "What seems to be the problem, commander?"

Your crossed your arms and glared at him like your life depended on it. "Oh, we're going to play that game?"

Cody shrugged just before removing his helmet. "What game—"

"You need to stop talking over me at every briefing and mission report." You snapped. "I've put up with it for way too long and now I'm sick of you treating me the way you do."

"Listen kid." He rolled his eyes. "I wasn't bred in a lab only to share my position with someone. The men listen to me more than they do, you."

"First off, I'm chronologically like five years older than you." You crossed you arms. "So watch who you're calling a kid."

"Excuse me?" He looked at you in shock.

You hid your forming smirk and stepped closer to him, grabbing his chin with your thumb and index finger, forcing his eyes to meet with yours. "You heard me Cody, don't call me a kid anymore, and don't treat me like one. After all, I'm sure that my master wouldn't like to hear about this. Understood?"

"Y-Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes... commander." He lowered his voice.

Finally, you released the clone from your grip and turned your back on him. "You know Cody, you don't always have to be in control."

"Wait." He grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking away. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"The chin thing."

"You mean this?" You grabbed his chin once more and raised one of your eyebrows. "I uh... I dunno." A blush rose to your cheeks, his eyes locking with yours. "But.. I have to go, I-I'll see you around Cody." With that, you spun around and left the room in a record time. The clone now stared at the exit in which you had left, starstruck.

The next few days had been awkward between you and him. Master Kenobi did take note of that, but decided not to ask about it, as he had far more important things to worry about. Cody had improved in sharing the commanding spotlight with you, and sometimes, he'd just let you take control of everything.

But that was no fun. You began to miss the small arguments with your fellow commander.

Why?

Because that was an excuse to spend more time talking to him. Recently you had been so lost in your thoughts, that you hadn't been able to tell that he felt the same way too, only, he had it worse. The way that you had grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you had only made his desires grow. He was the one in control, and he wanted you to know that, but why had he given in to your demands? Why did he feel vulnerable whenever he caught your gaze from across the room, when he was just standing next to you?

Why did his heart do a flip whenever you talked to him?

As Cody tried to think of the answers to these questions, he subconsciously began walking to your quarters. Now he stood in front of your door in confusion, thinking about what he planned on saying. Once he finally gathered up the courage, he removed his helmet and knocked on your door.

When you opened it, your lips parted and then quickly closed, your eyes shifting down to the helmet tucked between his arm and hip.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked in such a soft tone, a tone that you'd never heard from him before. "Of course, come on in." You moved to the side. He stepped inside and awkwardly waited for you to close the door. You then went to sit on your bed, where you crossed one of your arms and began to pick at the dirt underneath your fingernails. "What's up Cody?"

"Sir- Commander-I mean..." he looked anywhere but at you, his eyes finally resting on your lightsaber which laid on your desk. "I-" he choked on his words, guilt suddenly washing over him. "I actually have to go."

"Sit down." You patted the empty spot besides you. Not wanting to disobey you, he did as told. "What's wrong Cody?" You hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder in hope that he would relax. Instead, Cody nervously began to tap his fingers against his helmet and bounced his knee. "I..." he croaked. "I can't stop... thinking about you."

You could've sworn to the maker that you heart stopped beating. Slowly, you looked at Cody, trying to make sure you heard that right. "Y-you can't stop thinking about me?— I can't stop thinking about you."

His eyes instantly locked with yours, head shaking in disbelief. "Why? I'm... just a clone. I'm nothing special—"

"Don't say that." You hesitantly reached a hand towards his cheek. "You're special to me. You're important to me, Cody. You get on my nerves sometimes, but I still... I still like you."

The side of his face nuzzled into your touch, almost as if he were melting under the warmth of your hand. Your thumb grazed against the bottom of the jagged scar that curved around his eye, a frown on your face. "Why do you think that?"

Cody slowly leaned in closer to you, breath shallow. "I share the exact DNA with millions of men."

"But you're not all the same." You began to lean in too. "You're a commander, a leader... you take care of your men, you take care of my master and I... don't ever let anyone tell you that you're the exact same as every other clone— you're in control of the person you want to be, Cody."

You were right. He was in control of the person he wanted to be, of the decisions he made. He was in control of the question the spilled from his dried and chapped lips. "Can I kiss you, commander?"

"You may, commander."

And your lips met with one another's, molding perfectly together.

From now on, it would be the two of you in control of your future together.

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spilledkauffie · 2 years

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Clone Commanders — Cute HCs ☁️

xFemale!Reader || — sorry for disappearing 😬��

P.s. I know we only see some of these guys very briefly, so these are just my interpretations of them in these situations.

Commander Cody ↴

“When you say you love me, know I love you more. When you say you need me, know I need you more”

Downtime together — you and Cody are at the point where downtime together can just mean relaxing. It's a busy life in the clone army and you understand that he's deployed here and there across the galaxy at a whim, so some consistency for a few hours or days (depending on how much time he has) is a really nice thing for Cody to experience. A lot of it consists of staying in bed, a very rare thing. You two will wake up, Cody at his usual hour, because he's pretty sure he can't sleep in, and you shortly after. From there you talk, cuddle, catch up on things that have happened to each other while the other was away, plan for the next time you'll get to see each other, etc. He enjoys the normalcy so much that you try extra for him when he's home. You offer to cook a favourite of his (which of course he'll offer to cook for you. and then you both wind up in the kitchen together), and you ask if there's any place he wants to go while he's on-world (like a date to a park or bar).

An absolute sweetheart — if he knows he’s going to be away from Coruscant for a good while, he’ll set up little things that will remind you how much he loves you. Like when you came into your apartment’s kitchen and found three vases of flowers (which are hard enough to come by on Coruscant) all from Cody. He made an appointment ahead of time so they’d be scheduled to deliver while he was away. Usually, it comes with a small handwritten note saying “so you don’t forget me” or “one for every day I'm gone." // Cody tries his best to contact you as much as he can while on a mission, but sometimes there's a more dangerous situation at hand and he'd hate to endanger you in any way, so there are nights that he has to skip. Of course, you've learned that he always has his reasons, but most of all you're just grateful to hear from him again, having assumed the worst.

Silent struggles — Cody doesn't talk about a lot, but the war has taken a toll on him in various ways. Physically obviously, and that at least he can't hide from you. Mentally is where it gets more challenging; he's used to being the leader, even for other lower rank officers to consult with and look up to. So it's rare that Cody's verbally an open book. Hence, it's essential for you to know his body language and tone which gives him away pretty easily. / Sometimes if he simply says nothing, you know it's something he's struggling with. That's when a long hug or just holding his hand can mean a lot to him. After thinking about whatever was bothering him for a while, he'll lift your hand up and give your knuckles a kiss as a way of saying thank you.

Loves to snuggle — Cody loves having you in his arms. He's gotten so good at reading your body language that when you're being a bit shy about physical contact, he steps in and fills the gap for you, so you don't have to ask. He can just tell when you want to be close, so by habit, he makes sure that he's always perfectly welcoming and accessible to you. // At home you're constantly cuddled up next to him, or leaning against him. Cody loves that you feel so comfortable, and it makes him feel like he can more easily protect you when you're close, so that's a bonus too!

Commander Wolffe ↴

“I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling don't be afraid—”

He's liked you for a long time — yep, Wolffe has been pining after you for a good long while before actually addressing the feelings. He's not very open with his emotions, so he wants to be sure that there's no chance he's misreading any signs. If there are no signs from you, he'll never say anything, he'll just love you from a distance. Thankfully, however, he could sense there was something mutual between the two of you, it was now just a waiting game to see who would address it first.

You are one of two, either:

↳ you're extremely similar // you two are the toughies, everyone saw it coming because you’re basically the male and female version of each other. Which of course is prime teasing material. You’re kind of a dream team though, whenever someone needs a stern sitting down or a little intimidation is required, they just call up you and Wolffe. / There's a lot of heated tension, you two are both stubborn beyond belief, so when there's a little disagreement it quickly turns to more; suddenly there's aggressive flirting and inuendos flying all over the place (anyone watching is genuinely confused over whether or not you're going to kiss or kill each other).

↳ you're the couple nobody saw coming // literally no one would have imagined you'd be the couple. You're more on the shy timid side, you love cute things like giving gifts to the boys before they head off on a mission, and you're extremely kind to just about anyone you meet. Wolffe is head over heels for you. He wants to protect you at all costs, and if someone so much as looks at you funny he'll get real defensive real fast. All the other clones just shrug and say "opposites attract I guess," whenever they see the two of you together.

Loves to be cuddled — he’ll never admit it, but he likes being cuddled. He doesn’t always cuddle back, especially if there's even a possibility that someone will see. But since you know he likes it based on his body language relaxing every time you hug him, you don't shy away from it. The other clones have to smile when they see you snuggled up to Wolffe, and he's just going with it. / The Wolfpack like to tease him about this, "Hey, Wolffe, you finally got a tail" one says, holding back a laugh. Wolffe looks over his shoulder to find you hugging him from behind. // However, get him alone and he loves to nuzzle up against you, usually nosing at your neck while he wraps his arms around your frame keeping you as close as possible.

His physical affection — when you're alone, Wolffe has a very hands-on form of affection; he's better with actions than words. You can really tell his emotions based on his physical contact / lack thereof. Wolffe likes to nuzzle up against you, with a hand tightly around your waist or stomach. Sometimes when he's more stressed he'll just come up behind you and rest his forehead against the back of your head, hugging you more softly. When he's distant you know something is really occupying his thoughts; you either let him be until he's ready to talk or you just let him know you're there with a simply touch, a hand across the back of his shoulders, a quick kiss to his jaw, etc.

Commander Fox ↴

“They said, “I bet they’ll never make it,” but just look at us holding on. We’re still together, still going strong”

Not a lot of off-time — unlike a lot of other clones, who get to wait for their next mission or next ship departure, Fox doesn't have that luxury. Aside from a few off-world things, wherein he's predominantly protecting a diplomat, Fox is constantly working when he’s on Coruscant. Thus, his whole team knows you, because you often stop by his on-world office. // “Please report to the droid and he’ll log your-“ Fox begins, but pauses when he looks up to see you standing on the other side of the glass with a smile. He immediately sets down his pen and holds the com button, now talking in a whisper, “what are you doing here?” / “the guys told me you had lunch in a few, so,” you lift up a basket, “I thought I’d bring some.” / Fox is blushing fiercely at the idea that his team knows about the two of you, when Hound waltzes in the office, you wave, “alright lunch!!” He announces. / “Not for you, you’ve got an hour and a half until your break,” Fox corrects him.

The man is stressed and tired — most of the time Fox is stress to the hilt about this or that, an order from Palpatine, issues with Coruscant crime, lack of sleep, etc. That being said, Fox just likes to be held sometimes. He love resting against your lap, stomach, or side when you two are just relaxing together. He wants to be near you no matter what you’re doing, even if you’re busy with something else, he just likes to be with you. It’s his favourite when he rests his head in your lap and takes your hand in his, placing it on his chest as he closes his eyes and tries to relax the best he can. He’s found that your presence is one of the most soothing things in the galaxy.

Plans, plans, plans — Fox has a big heart and just wants to do what he thinks is best. So, he has a lot of plans for you two if, more than when, you get downtime together. He has a whole notebook of things he’s planned out for just the two of you, it’s not only a long list but a very very detailed list. He’ll admit, he gets a bit bored on the days he's sitting in an office all day, so he whips his little notepad out and makes some special notes. // Fox doesn’t exactly show you it, you more so discover it when he’s getting ready to leave at a ridiculously early hour. // “what’s this?” You ask picking up a notepad that fits in your hand. / “That’s- it’s nothing,” Fox starts, barely having zipped up his black bodysuit he’s already trying to take it out of your hand. / “Fox, come on,” you plea sweetly, and with the furrow of your brows and the way the morning light pours against you in your nightgown, he can’t say no. Accepting defeat he steps back, letting you bring it down in front of you. / “You’re just gonna laugh,” he says as you gently open the first page. / What you find is scribbles of locations and date ideas, some things are crossed out, others are circled, but they've all got something special about them, your favourite this or that, hobbies, places he's heard you mention a lot, etc. Before he can protest again, you're wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss that takes him by total surprise. / "Stars I wish you didn't have to go to work," you smile.

A little clingy — when you actually get time together, Fox can be a little clingy, which is the opposite of his work persona. You understand that he doesn't have much of his own, and the time you get together is very minimal, so it's not too much to ask that you each give each other the most of your attention when you do get to be alone. / Some of your closest friends have picked up on it, when you at random drop small plans (like going out for the night) their immediate response is a smirk followed by "Fox has extra hours off tonight doesn't he?" and you can't even deny it anymore.

Commander Bly ↴

"Every now and then, the stars align, boy and girl meet by the great design. Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?"

Friends first — Bly without a doubt is your best friend ever since you met you two have just clicked. He’s always treated you right and been there for you, even putting aside feelings at times, not wanting to ruin the friendship. However, you became so close that the line between friends and more definitely became blurred and neither of you had a problem with where it was going. But at the same time, it felt so natural that neither of you officially decided to talk about the status of each other in the changing relationship.

Seamless transition — it wasn’t until someone actually called you out as his girlfriend and Bly said “yeah, so quit teasing her” that you two realised you were obviously more than friends at this point. Bly blushed as soon as he realised he’d confirmed your new status without even asking you out in the first place. Since you were in the same boat, not expecting it to just come out so naturally from him, you assured him that you’d love to be his girlfriend which lead to a conversation of: “have we been together together?” Bly tilts his head like a confused but contemplative puppy. / “Well, everyone else seems to think so?” you shrug casually, quirking you’re lips as you look to him. / “So…should I still ask you to be my girlfriend or-?” Bly lifts a hand, waiting for your response. / “I think we’re on the same page now,” you place your hand in his, to which he naturally holds.

PDA — Bly isn’t afraid of it. He’s completely comfortable with physical touch. It’s never over the top of you’re in public, but he’s perfectly content to hug you on the landing platform, hold your hand while walking through the barracks, and keep you close by the waist as 79’s. It feels very natural coming from Bly, and it’s in the little things too. If you’re talking to a friend and Bly happens to see someone trying to move behind you, he’ll just gently put his hand on your back or the small of your back just to let you know not to step any further back without verbally interrupting your conversation. Whenever you’re nervous, he sets a hand on your knee or offers his hand for you to hold as a distraction. When you’re at home it’s very cosy and relaxing just having him around giving you a little physical affection in the cutest ways.

Always a gentleman — Bly is always pampering you. He has a tendency to lavish you with gifts and little things that he knows you enjoy a lot or have had your eye on for a while but just haven’t committed to buying. Gifts are a big thing with him because he feels it can be a little way of reminding you that he’s thinking of you and that you mean the world to him. It also allows for the relationship to feel more normal when he’s home. Which means he doesn’t mind taking you shopping in the market districts when he has some downtime between assignments. He’s the kind of boyfriend who actually patiently waits for you outside the fitting room, commenting on every outfit you come out in. / “Bly,” you drop your shoulders mildly frustrated, “you said that about the last one.” / “Well darling, I can’t help it you look beautiful in all of them,” he half chuckles to himself, raising his eyebrows at you.

Commander Colt ↴

"Baby, you're all that I want, when you're lyin' here in my arms"

Tried to keep it professional — you were only stationed on Kamino for a few weeks, but you can Colt had a really strong connection to each other within days. Without even talking to each other you were instantly interested. Colt tried to ignore anything being there and did his best to talk to you only in a professional sense, but he couldn’t help but follow you from the corner of his eye every time you were around. He wanted you to see him as a commander doing his job well, just as he respected you for doing your job. However, he didn’t take into consideration the attraction that arose. There was something so magnetising about you to him, eventually he tested the waters and began to get a little subtly flirty here and there with you.

Heated start — when you picked up on his hints you came back with something a bit stronger asking if Commanders got their own private quarters. Stunned, but smiling under his helmet, he coolly told you “yes,” before giving you the details of his last training shift that night. What was meant to be a one night stand turned into two, or three, or four, and eventually you had to admit that there was something more than just the physical between the two of you, not to say the physical wasn’t phenomenal. Colt agreed and you began to work out of being together was even plausible. Coming to the conclusion that you could make it work, you agreed to give it a go, but keep it pretty much under lock and key. Not wanting your relationship to be widely known.

Misses you a lot — Colt is tied to Kamino with his task of training and protecting the planet and facility. You however are not, so when the Republic sends you elsewhere, Colt’s the one who is stuck in one place worrying about you being out there. / “I’m only going to Coruscant for a briefing,” you tell him one night, lying together. / “I know,” Colt tried to reason with himself, not used to feeling so worried, “but I just want you to be safe.” / “well, I’m getting an escort from your most recently graduated squad,” you remind him, “so, if they’ve learned from the best I’m in good hands.” You kiss his cheek. / “hey, you’re for my hands only,” Colt pulls you a little closer by the waist. “Don’t worry, they may have learned from the best,” you place a lingering kiss, “but you’re still the best to me.” // You make sure to contact him as many nights as you can when you’re not on Kamino, he loves to listen to how your day was, an update on your assignments, etc. He’s just a softy who wants to know you’re okay.

Over protective — when you’re stationed on Kamino, you’re literally surrounded by clones. Colt takes this somewhat as a threat because inevitably he’s not the only one to take notice of your beauty. A few other guys think you’re quite the cutie, but the moment you tell them you’re with Colt they back off. Colt has a reputation for keeping his cool and being patient with new trainees and upcoming soldiers, except for when it comes to you. Literally any other circumstance, he’s fine, he’s calm, someone tries to flirt with you and he’s threatening to throw them off the landing dock and feed them to the Aiwhas. // You find it a little funny how Colt can be so intense and intimidating, yet you know him so intimately that it’s like a whole side of him that he hides most of the time.

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sunshinesdaydream · 1 year

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In need of some Codywan on Tatooine Fics… please?

#recs please #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #obiwan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #Kenobi #Cody #marshal commander cody #commander cody fluff #tatooine codywan #Codywan

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ominouspuff · 3 months

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Kote’s House

Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.

The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about.

His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.

He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.

He tries to explain how wonderful it is —

“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”

—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.

Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.

Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.

“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.

“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.

He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids.

They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time.

Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?

Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical.

“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.

Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.

Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.

“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept).

“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”

Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”

Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.

He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are.

What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.

Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.

Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that.

He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.

“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him.

“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.

He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill.

“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving.

Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.

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spiderbae2319 · 6 months

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Ok so Obi-Wan is a total badass. Fought countless adversaries, was a high general of the GAR, and laid out Vader TWICE.

But when it’s him and Cody? He’s Cody’s babyboy.

He shoulders so much that he needs someone who can take care of HIM for a change. Someone who puts him first, because he certainly won’t do that for himself.

And Cody, who’s never been allowed to have anything for himself, needs someone to love and cherish. Someone to protect, finally something that’s just HIS.

And that’s why they’re a perfect match, they’re everything the other could ever want or need.

#commander cody #obi wan kenobi #clone headcanons #the clone wars #clone wars #codywan #cody x obi wan #fluff #otp #made for each other

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itzshrike · 18 days

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Okay okay we already got tales of the Jedi and are getting tales of the empire but are we forgetting something? 🤨

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awkward-tension-art · 6 days

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Clones as expectant fathers

I am an actual nero-cancer researcher. I have a job and a degree. And my ADHD brain saw sad military men and went “I want that one”

Clones: Rex, Wolffe, Fox, Cody and Fives

CW: pregnancy, the clones all have a ‘secret’ SO, They are expecting a baby, A little angsty with Fox, there's slight mentions of smut with Fives (if you squint), swearing, this is just supposed to be a good time, its not reader insert

Minors do not interact!

Rex

Terrified. Also overjoyed. But mostly terrified.

He’s a soldier. Captain of the 501st, the most….adventurous of the GAR. His chances of dying on the battlefield and leaving his SO behind are higher than the average clone

And now he may leave behind his child? His kid may grow up without a father

He gets nervous. Anxious and antsy, and it's very VERY easy for Anakin to figure out Rex isn’t entire OK

Rex doesn’t even need to tell Anakin.

Skywalker takes one look at him and just KNOWS.

“Congrats, Rex.” “...on what, sir?” “If it's a boy, name him after me.” “WHAT!?”

Ahsoka needs to be told and she’s more excited than Rex when she finds out.

“Come on Rex! Name them after me! The republic needs an Ahsoka jr!” “And if the baby is a boy?” “Don’t name them after skyguy, please!”

Most of the 501st don't know. Too many people knowing raises the chance of less accepting individuals knowing. And if that happens, Rex, his SO and his baby may be in danger.

It’s forbidden for the clones to have SO’s, not to mention babies. It could end with Rex being decommissioned or reconditioned if it was found out he had both

Rex will visit and help as much as he can every chance he gets. He feels terrible for leaving his SO for long stretches of time during the pregnancy.

He WANTS to be there…he just can’t. Not while the war was going on

Despite his terror, Rex is…overjoyed

He didn’t think children were possible for him. He knew it could happen, but he didn’t think HE would ever know this happiness

The first time he feels his baby move in his SO, he’d get this sweetest smile on his face. He’ll kiss the baby bump and just murmur words of love in mando’a

He falls head-over-heels in love all over again

As the due date approaches, Anakin asks an important question

“Captain, I need to know when your baby might be born.” “...why, sir?” “Because I need to know when to take extended leave.”

Anakin tells Padme, and she is beyond sweet. Even visits Rex’s SO and the two have a wonderful friendship

All in all, Rex is both excited and anxious. But having so much support from Anakin, Ahsoka and Padme (and his other brothers who find out much later) helps him a lot

Wolffe

More relaxed. And by relaxed I mean he hides his anxiety better. And it doesn’t exactly hit him as hard

Partly because Plo Koon and the entire Wolfpack knows about his relationship already.

So you bet your ass the pack celebrates when Wolffe tells them he's going to be a father

Plo Koon especially is excited

“How wonderful, new life being born during times of war” “I’m not naming my child after you, general Plo.” “Nonsense! The child will be a girl.”

During battle, Wolffe finds himself being protected by his brothers and General a tad more

At first he writes it off as a coincidence, but then Boost lets slip during a battle “You gotta get back to your little one!”

He gives his men a bit of a lecture. He’s not incapable of fighting or defending himself. He thinks the message gets across but Plo chimes in with, “Ah yes, the stern words of a father already!”

Wolffe would probably see his SO more frequently than Rex. Just because Plo would more than likely spend more time on Coruscant.

He’s definitely protective. As in, waking up in the middle of the night to check all the windows, protective. Keeping an arm around his SO, protective. Every symptom or sign of discomfort he calls a medical droid, protective.

He’s not stupid, he is well aware that by having an SO and a child on the way he's in violation of several rules. All of which, when broken, would have him decommissioned

But dammit, he's not letting that happen. Wolffe will be there for his SO and his baby, no matter what

Since he’s able to spend more time with his SO, he’s there to feel the first movements of his baby.

It sort of causes him to short-circuit for a second. It hits him that yes, this is a life that he and his SO both created. Out of love.

Wolffe makes a swear that he’s going to protect his baby at all costs

Grandpa Plo does as well, but the Wolfpack doesn’t know that

Fox (kinda angst)

First of all congratulations to the SO for actually managing to be Fox’s SO

They got to be something special for the head of Palpatine’s personal guard to break rules and regulations and find himself an SO

Speaking of Palpatine, congratulations to Fox! Your SO is now in even more danger!

No, seriously. Palpatine knows before Fox. No one knows how, but he knows.

And he absolutely will use Fox’s SO as leverage to keep him under control

And Fox knows this, so he behaves. More so than usual.

He’s not blind. Hes fiercely loyal to the republic, but one step out of line and the (very few) things he cares about will be killed

Which…is why Fox may come across as cold or uninterested when his SO informs him of their pregnancy

A part of him is terrified, he just won’t show it

He’s not going to be more affectionate or anything. He actually acts pretty normal. Which is standoffish.

Despite his…demeanor, he actually manages to be present for the entirety of the pregnancy. It helps being a Coruscant guard, which means he’s more present than all the other clones.

He’s not moving mountains or anything, but he’ll get snacks in the middle of the night in case of cravings

No one else knows about Fox and his SO. not even his own men. He refuses to tell anyone.

Its for his SO’s protection

But Palpatine, the sick fuck, slips some words to get Fox’s nerves into overdrive

“This war is taking such a toll. So many dead children…so many grief stricken parents” “Sir?” “Oh nothing. Just stating the fact that the loss of an innocent life, such as…a baby, is always a tragedy. Wouldn’t you agree, commander?”

He found himself walking home a bit faster that day and hugs his SO a little tighter that night

Fox cares, in his own way. He’s just beyond stressed and anxious. But you wouldn’t know. He hides it behind a mask.

It's actually Padme that finds out. And she feels somewhat bad for Fox. She thinks his anxiety comes from the fact that clones aren't allowed SO’s or children

Which, it is, but theres the added threat of fucking Palpatine.

She ends up getting him to tell her the truth and she swears to secrecy. Even offers to hire his SO as some sort of assistant, if only so Fox can be closer to his SO

Hear me out, he actually breaks down when he feels the baby move. He can’t fully handle it anymore and shuts down.

This is a baby. His baby. They're alive and already so loved.

Something in him clicks and he accepts Padme’s help.

His terror gets easier, ever so slightly. But he keeps his collected and calm front.

Cody

“General Kenobi-” “Ah! Commander Cody! Congratulations!”

goddamnit.exe

Cody is a tad more relaxed than Rex, but more tense than Wolffe

He knows Kenobi isn’t going to punish him or force him back to Kamino for decommissioning, he’s still a little on guard.

But, since Kenobi knows, Anakin does. So does Ahsoka. Which means Rex knows.

goddamnit2.exe

More people in the 501st know than in the 212th which gives him the biggest headache

Waxer knows though. Cody had to tell someone that wasn’t a sarcastic general

He does a good job hiding his worry though

Cody is able to spend about the same amount of time as Rex with his SO

He doesn’t feel as bad as Rex when it comes to the lack of presence he has during the pregnancy

It's war. It sucks and he’d prefer to be there for his SO, but he’d also prefer SO and child have freedom from the separatists

I will say, he is pretty attentive when he isn’t off in space.

Foot rubs, shoulders massages, helping with cravings

One thing Cody does is that he’ll wrap his arms under his SO’s baby bump and lift it slightly, giving his SO’s back some relief

He really loves to do this because his SO just melts

Hear me out, Cody gets giggly when he feels the baby move/kick the first time

His palm is on the bump and he feels that first little flutter against his hand

404 Commander Cody has his amygdala broken from joy. Reboot?

He’ll actually tell Kenobi about it because he’s so happy.

“That's wonderful Cody, but I still question one thing.” “What is it, sir?” “How you managed to get laid to begin with.”

Goddamnit3.exe

Fives

“Hey everyone! I’m gonna be a dad!”

Ecstatic is not a strong enough word

Also not subtle at all

There is a solid 3 hours until everyone in the 501st knows

He’s told Echo before the first hour. Rex knew within 2 hours.

Fives is BEYOND over the moon

He gets this small smile on his face that just doesn’t go away

Whenever he’s not with his SO, he definitely calls them every day. He wants updates on the little one

Also, seeing his SO with a baby bump? Unlocks something inside his brain.

Fives is incredibly horny when he’s with his SO. He’ll be rubbing their middle and getting a puppy dog look in his eye.

Only if his SO is in the mood of course! He’d never try and be forceful

He’s probably the clone that takes the distance the hardest. He debates taking a ship and making a run for Coruscant on more than one occasion.

In the end he settles to ask Anakin for extended leave.

Anakin is also extremely happy for Fives. Like with Rex, he makes a “name the baby after me” joke

Fives brings that up to his SO and nearly gets smacked. He also makes a “Fives jr.” joke and actually does get smacked.

When Fives feels the baby kick, he gets high on happiness. Actual mumbling incoherent words of love and affection in Mando’a

Lots and lots of “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”

He also gets very VERY affectionate with his SO

Kisses his SO’s face a lot. Even as a greeting, he’ll just start peppering their cheeks with pecks

Also probably the only one ballsy enough to ASK his general for extended leave

“Excuse me, general Skywalker? I’ll need to take leave at this date.” “Oh, yea sure. You know what? That seems like a good time for all the men to take a break. Thanks, Fives.”

He’s also probably the only one ballsy enough to actually take his new born baby onto a fucking battleship to introduce everyone.

“This is your uncle Rex. This is your uncle Echo and your uncle Tup. That's your auntie Ahsoka!” “Fives what the FUCK are you doing?!” “Introducing the family, captain.”

#the clone wars x reader #captain rex x reader #commander wolffe #Commander Wolffe x reader #captain rex #commander fox #commander fox x reader #commander cody #commander cody x reader #arc trooper fives #fives x reader #star wars the clone wars #star wars headcanons #tw pregnancy #fluff #headcanons #tcw x reader

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jun-hyungs · 1 year

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stop working ffs

#art by hyung #star wars the clone wars #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #the cody mug is present in all instances of life #you just need to choose to see it #this looked better in my head but i just wanted to draw some fluff or something

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catboydogma · 3 months

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highly sought after

wc: 651

notes: this is not crack but perhaps more like crack's bastard nephew-cousin or something. i got tired of not writing and decided to enjoy myself and knock out a 15-min sprint instead :) hopefully more to follow since i would LIKE to do this every night however. enjoy? enjoy.

summary:

Cody and Fox have some nice relaxing bonding together. OR: what if you had a line of plushes marketed after you and all the people around you were shiteating smartasses

cross-posted to ao3

“These items are highly sought after,” Cody said dryly, keeping his eyes forward and his hands behind his back.

A furious-sounding pause followed.

“You’re fucking with me,” Fox said through gritted teeth. He looked like he was about to punch his fist through the flimsy glass wall in front of him, brows furrowed in a deep scowl and teeth bared. Cody amused himself for a few seconds by imagining Fox with a ruff of raised spines like a massiff’s doing a threat display.

“Commander,” Cody said, injecting his voice with as much solemnity as he could muster on short notice and while fighting off the shit-eating grin that was threatening, “I have never told a falsehood in my life.”

“You motherfucker,” Fox hissed. He looked like he was about to pop a vein. His eyes were glazed with fury and his grip was tight enough to whiten his knuckles.

“Their value may very well be unsurpassable.” Cody clasped Fox on the shoulder firmly, eyes still fixed straight ahead.

In front of him, Fox lost his tenuous grip on CC-3636 Commander Wolffe™ Grand Army of the Republic ActionPlush®! The top-heavy stuffed toy, with its gray-painted stuffed felt helmet the same size as the rest of the body, tumbled back to the bottom of its prison.

Fox howled in inarticulate rage.

Cody squeezed his shoulder a little more firmly in encouragement. “You’ll get him nex—”

“You jinxed me!” Fox batted at Cody’s hand on his shoulder and jabbed his thumb at the green “go” button again and again, furiously goading it into whirring back to life. The tickets Cody had indulgently fed into it five minutes ago were good for one more round.

“Better make it count,” Cody said pleasantly, unmoved by Fox’s elbow bruising the tender spot just below his floating ribs. “Better get it in one shot.”

“Not. One. Word.” Fox’s growl nearly vibrated the ground under their feet and his face was starting to approach the “alarming” side of the spectrum of blotchy maroon. He slowly inhaled, like a sniper about to line up a shot, and leaned forward until his nose was pressed against the glass.

The mechanism jerked to life. The rubber-tipped claws opened and closed, testing, as Fox toggled the squeaky joystick with infinitesimal adjustments. It lowered. Fox let out all his breath in one long, slow exhale, letting the claws close around the bulbous head of their vod. The felt dimpled slightly. It lifted.

It held.

Fox didn’t waver for a second, smoothly guiding the claw back to the corner where the chute lay waiting. Cody found himself nearly leaning forward to match. Fox wasn’t breathing any longer: his hands were still enough to make a CMO jealous, and his face was completely smooth, like an ARC about to take an impossible shot.

The claws jerked open. Cody preemptively winced—but against all odds, the misshapen plush toy managed to fall at just the right angle into the nearly too-small chute—none of the legs caught, as they had the first time, and the head was angled just so it didn’t bounce off the side and back into its glass cage, as it had the fifth time, and the felt scrap blaster held outstretched in one spherical “hand” didn’t even make the toy jam halfway down the chute, as it had the eighth time.

A soft thup heralded their vod’s arrival. Fox let loose a primal howl of exultant triumph, voice nearly cracking with its pitch and volume. Cody discretely winced, then held open the flap of the machine so Fox could reach in and grab his bounty.

“What now?” Cody asked when Fox had the plush Wolffe in his hand, pretending to throttle its nearly non-existent neck for imagined crimes.

“Now I wait until the 104th is docked at Coruscant again,” Fox said with a smile that displayed every one of his pearly whites.

#a heat rash in the shape of the show me state #commander fox #commander cody #fluff #humor #tcw #tcw fanfiction #tcw fanfic #fanfiction #sw fanfic #clone troopers #like ... don't tell me a plush of ur commander or perhaps lieutenant wouldn't be a hot fucking commodity in ur battalion.#don't tell me those things aren't going for insane contraband bartering system in the absolute depths of the 104th.#there's a cody plush. and? it's slightly smaller than wolffe's.

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toomanybandstocare · 9 months

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okay okay okay!! 🎉 you said send as many as i like so here we go- no pressure of course!!

polaroid album + sneaking around + midsummer dance - all of them centred around around reader x cody and a forbidden workplace romance ? only if you’re comfortable with it !! 💛

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ - Sneaking Around

Drabble for a character x reader of your request. @obixwan requested a forbidden work romance with Cody. I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for sending in this request!

Pairing: Modern, CEO! Cody x Modern, GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1537w

Warnings: Light alcohol (reference, setting at a bar's private room, a single sip), Cody can't keep his hands to himself, Couple of cusses

Counselor Notes: Okay, it's not smutty or anything like that. But I just really needed some comfort after at the day at work I had. As I think about this pairing more, I think Cody would definitely be more focused on Reader's wellbeing and put his needs aside. The two of them deal with all the craziness and frustration that comes with being top in the business world, but when the two of them finally come together and let go of it - the world just melts away and they have each other. I also just know this man's love language is physical touch, but I don't think he actually realizes it. He just needs to be touching you in some sort of way.

Accompanying Midsummer Dance & Polaroid Album

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Resolute Masterlist <-

Your dress shoes click against the cracked pavement as rain drops begin to splat alongside each step you take. Echoes of board member complaints ricochet inside your skull which cause your heart to pound against your chest. Every breath you force into your lungs struggles to ease the frustration that flames through your body.

Bodies lightly jostle you in the sidewalk’s crowd as the evening bustle floods the street right at five o’clock on the dot. Everyone’s eager to end the work day by either rushing home and forgetting about the day or joining friends for dinner at the latest restaurant featured in the press. Normally, you’d join the first group after an unsuccessful business deal, but Friday nights are reserved for drinks at your favorite speakeasy.

Feeling one rain drop followed by several others landing hard on your blazer’s shoulder, you curse under your breath and rush to the well-worn, creaky pub’s entrance. The sight of a faded and chipped wooden sign with 79s in swirling calligraphy causes your shoulders to relax. Your hands grasp the door’s handle, and you carefully slip into the pub with a breath of relief. As soon as you close the door behind and take one step into the barroom, a warmth envelopes you from the blazing fireplace on the side of the room. Rickety tables with clusters of upholstered chairs around them creates a small maze on the floor of the bar’s dining area. On the opposite side, a wooden bar lines the length of the old building until it hits the back corner where a faint light illuminates the stained glass windows of the private room.

“He’s already here,” Dex gruffly answers the same question that rests on the tip of your tongue every week. Sparing a moment from the crowd of loose ties and business suits, Dex flashes you a knowing smile and nods back to the private room.

“Put on my tab this time, would you?” you call over your shoulder as you push through the crowd of exhausted business people.

“I’m afraid you should have gotten here first if you wanted that,” Dex cackles as he turns to address the rush of patrons.

Your cheek twitches. Not even a single word in, and it seems like he’s looking to add to all the frustration weighing down on you. Taking purposeful strides, you narrowly weave between patrons and quickly reach the private room. Without a pause, you push the door open and shut it closed behind you.

“Unbelievable,” you hiss as you flick the lock. “You paid last week. We have a deal”. Dropping your bag onto the end of the leather booth seat, you don’t even think about the heated words that fall from your mouth.

“Two things,” Cody’s smooth voice warms the small room. His careful gaze watches as you try to take off your blazer in a hurry, and he slips out of the booth to stand behind you. He rests his hands on your shoulders to stop your hasty movements as his lips rest against the shell of your ear.

“One, I heard about the Becker deal. Poor decision on their end, but at least your portfolio won’t take a hit from adding them to your clientele,” Cody murmurs before he presses a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. His heart swells as he feels you slowly relax and lean against his chest slightly.

“Two, I wanted to do something nice for you after a shitty day, mesh’la”. Cody’s fingertips softly run along your shoulders and over them to slip under the collar of your blazer. A smile tugs at his lips as he feels you shiver under his touch.

Taking a slight step back, Cody helps you with your blazer. After he neatly places your folded jacket over your bag, Cody’s hands find their home on your hips. Concern sparks through him as you fall quiet and let him turn you to face him. “I know leaving everything we deal with at the door is impossible, especially with our work phones ringing every five minutes, but our relationship is not a transaction,” Cody softly reminds you. He moves one hand up to gently cup your jaw and make you meet his caring expression.

You purse your lips. The overwhelming whirlwind of emotion coursing through you urges you to bite back. When you open your mouth to argue, the words escape you as Cody raises one eyebrow. “This is one of the few times you will ever hear me say you’re right,” you mutter with resignation and fall into his chest. Fatigue from the week’s looming deadline finally sinking into your aching bones. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you take a deep breath. The comforting scent of the old bar and Cody’s warm, spice cologne wash away the last of the thoughts gnawing at the back of your mind. Cody’s chest rumbles with laughter, and you hum. “How was your week?” you quietly ask.

“Don’t get me started on Drake,” Cody mutters. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck and places teasing kisses up your neck with a groan. “I would much rather focus on the time I have with you than sharing the details of his fuck up that almost cost us the pitch”.

You sigh and push at Cody. Not having to utter another word, the two of you tumble into your Friday night tradition as you fall into the booth like you do every week. A glass of your favorite drink waits by Cody’s glass of whiskey on the table as the two of you settle into the worn leather cushions. Tucking yourself into Cody’s side, your fingertips trail over his no slightly wrinkle white button up shirt. “What if we went on a vacation? After this week, we both could use some time away from prying eyes and press. We could hide away at my beach house” you muse lightly. Your gaze follows Cody’s arm as he reaches for his glass, and you notice he has his sleeves rolled up, showing off the toned muscles of his arm.

Cody wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you as close as possible. A chuckle falls from his lips as he catches you eyeing him. “I somehow think that would lead to trouble, especially if it has anything to do with a trip to your beach house,” Cody’s voice drops to a low, teasing murmur. Taking a sip of his drink, the cool whiskey coats his tongue. A man of composure and control, Cody only ever orders a whiskey on the rocks after a week that has him actually considering retiring early. The warmth that flows through his body eases the stinging worries from the weight of the work week. Yet, nothing compares when Cody looks down and meets your tired expression. The yellow light shining down from the green glass, overhead lamp envelopes you in a glow that highlights your eyes.

Regardless of how long the two of you have gone without seeing each other or the type of week you’ve had, the pair of you melt into each other’s embrace the minute you stumble into the old fashioned barroom. There’s not a single moment where Cody wishes he did something different. Even if it meant he didn’t have to be at the beck and call of shareholders, Cody would choose the same every time because it let him meet you. Taking his free hand, Cody runs a finger over your cheek softly and then opens his palm to let you lean into his touch. His heart stutters as you peer up through your lashes. “I think some time off sounds perfect,” Cody whispers. His voice nearly wavers, almost afraid if he were to speak any louder the moment would shatter. That he would wake up in a cold sweat, alone in his bedroom, and this would only be a dream.

But it wasn’t. You turn your head and press a featherlight kiss to his palm before looking up at him again. “You deserve some time to decompress and enjoy life. And I’d like to be there with you, if you’d have me. Either way, you need to take care of yourself. I also know for a fact that your admin team needs a week to prepare for the pitch to turn into a project, it’s the chance you’ll have to step away before the project wraps,” you softly implore. You sit up and run a hand through Cody’s hair pulling a grateful moan from his plush lips. Watching him slowly sink into the booth and slowly nod, you bite back a smile. The two of you working non-stop has left little time for anything else, and the slightly sunken bags underneath Cody’s eyes have you worried.

“Where do you want to go?” Cody asks with a lazy smirk. Pride blooms as your cheeks flush with excitement, and Cody peers up through his lashes as he listens to your destination suggestions. Thoughts of breakfast in bed after a night tangled together with needy touches or skinny dipping at your private beach already have him looking forward to putting in his time off.

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