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#it's always missing Cody hours here
sev-on-kamino · 10 months
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Hello friend! I couldn't find any rules for requests on your blog, so hopefully this one's okay, and if not feel free to ignore it!
Would you be okay with doing a little something based on the idea that all five of the bad batch boys realize that they're all in love with their medic reader? Like maybe they all just KNOW that their other brothers feel the same way about the reader and what they do about it? Do they all talk it over in private? do they just silently start trying to one up each other as a secret competition for her heart? Do they maybe go to the reader themselves instead? Or maybe they decide sharing is caring?? I'd love to hear your take on this concept, headcanons or a fic or whatever you're inspired to do with this idea it's all fine by me!
Please and thank you and also I hope you have a good weekend 💗
I have had the BEST time with this ask, and I hope you love it. This is deffo one I could write about from different angles all day long. I love the boys, but they provide more inspiration than I know what to do with, so this is only part 1 😬 if you had something else in mind, don’t hesitate to let me know. you know I’m always down to write about the boys 🥰
The Bad Batch x afab!Reader
warnings: mention of injury, nothing graphic, poly no clonc*st, Crosshair pining 👀
Part 2
word count: 3721 (*self control left the chat*)
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The Havoc Marauder was never quiet, and now was no exception. Wrecker’s snores, Tech’s tinkering, Echo’s quiet muttering in his sleep, the barely audible sounds of Hunter fiddling with his knife. But there was a hole of silence in the quilt of sound, and it was shaped like you. It’s been 15 rotations, not that Crosshair’s counting, without your laugh ringing out, without your back popping loudly as you stretched when you woke up, without your voice whispering his name, as you sleepily let him know it was his turn on watch.
The five of them had been together, and they’d never needed or wanted anyone else in their space, on their team. Crosshair hadn’t even wanted you around at first. Wrecker had warmed to you quickly, but of course a pretty thing like you would never need the hard sell with Wrecker. Hunter had been wary of you, but in an effort to keep Wrecker from getting too attached, he’d inadvertently formed his own attachment to your presence. As for Tech and Echo, they’d kept their distance well enough, but your quiet intelligence, and curiosity had drawn them in.
Crosshair had been the holdout. Incensed by every breath you drew in his presence. The way you checked in with him after every mission, as if he needed you poking and prodding him. But when he needed stitches, you’d asked for permission to help him. If he didn’t want you to touch him, you wouldn’t.
“I’d never do anything without your consent. You’re in control here,” you’d said, holding your kit in steady hands, as you waited for his decision. He’d watched you with rapt attention through the mirror, your fingers resting gently against his skin, as you carefully cleaned, stitched up, and bandaged the wound on his shoulder.
After that, he would silently request your assistance when he needed it, and over time even when he didn’t need it. He would never say it out loud, but bacta patches placed by your gentle hands worked better. Your stitches were nearly painless. And the way you’d hum while you worked…well, that was just adorable.
When Commander Cody had requested you for a short stint, Wrecker had grumbled endlessly, and Crosshair had been the first to tell him to suck it up because you’d be back in their hair soon enough. He needed the space to clear his head, and he hoped the others would come to their senses without you in their presence.
Wrecker admitted to missing you within 12 hours. Tech kept finding excuses to talk about you. Meanwhile Hunter and Echo kept pointing out things you would like, and setting them aside for you. They had also placed bets on when Crosshair would snap and march onto the Negotiator to steal you back. Not that they would be upset if he did.
When it became clear that Crosshair would rather eat his armor than admit to being the least bit interested in you, the four of them had dragged him into the cockpit to decide what they would do when you returned. The feelings were there, and they weren’t going anywhere, but how to proceed.
“We should just come out and say it!” Wrecker said, feeling like the matter was concluded.
“It needs to be a tad more romantic than that,” Echo said shaking his head.
“According to my observations of her, she would appreciate a romantic gesture,” Tech said.
“Flowers?” Wrecker offered.
“She deserves more than flowers for putting up with us,” Echo said laughing.
“We could make a stop on her home world. It’s not too far out of the way,” Hunter added. “I think she’d like that.”
“This is a waste of time,” Crosshair said rolling his eyes. “You’re fooling yourselves.”
“When have Hunter’s senses ever been wrong?” Tech asked not even bothering to look up. “According to what he’s told me, she’s at the very least physically attracted to us. Based on her behavior that extends to an emotional bond as well.”
“What happened to not getting attached?” Crosshair challenged, and his brothers all looked at each other before looking back at him.
“You know you’re not as subtle as you think, Crosshair,” Echo said.
“And if I can tell how anyone’s feeling, it’s the four of you,” Hunter added.
“You’re all delusional,” Crosshair said shaking his head.
“You had her put a bacta patch on your arm last mission, and you coulda done it yourself,” Wrecker said giving the sniper a playful shove.
“She is our medic, she should at least pretend to do a job around here,” Crosshair said defensively. It was a losing battle, and he knew it. The others were blissfully under your spell, but he was not about to let you hurt him. Not about to let you reject him. No matter how badly he wanted you.
But as the clock rolled into the 16th rotation without you, it was Crosshair who hated your absence more than anyone. The others were open about it in their own ways, but he held it close. It was one of the few secrets he’d kept from his brothers. The realization annoyed him, as he swung his long legs over the side of his bunk to take over on watch for Hunter.
Sensing the tension rolling off of his younger brother, Hunter cleared his throat.
“She’ll be back in 2 rotations, and you’ll get to sleep longer again.” He knew it wasn’t sleep Crosshair was after, but it was the best way to let him know you were on your way back without suggesting the sniper actually missed you lest they wind up in another argument.
“Oh good, the little doctor will be back to baby Wrecker again, and you can all confess your love, and live happily ever after,” Crosshair sneered, but Hunter knew him well. There was no bite in his tone, and his face was more relaxed than Hunter had seen it since you waved goodbye and disappeared into the Negotiator.
“She just commed to see if we could pick her up before our next mission, and I almost said no,” Hunter said absently, as Crosshair dropped into the co-pilot’s seat. It wasn’t true, but he could hear Crosshair’s heart racing, his teeth grinding in frustration.
“I thought you were dying to have her back,” Crosshair bit out.
“Well, Cody’s really wanting to keep her, and it would be a great opportunity for her,” This part was true, but he knew he shouldn’t tease his brother this way even though he was sure whatever doubt your absence hadn’t wiped out, would be obliterated by jealousy.
“Commander Cody has a squad of medics. He doesn’t need her,” Crosshair replied, scoffing. The thought of Cody trying to tempt you away from them with a Star Destroyer and a Jedi annoyed Crosshair down to his bones. You wouldn’t be swayed by a big ship, and fancy toys. Would you?
“You’ve got a point,” Hunter began before putting the last nail in the coffin. “He doesn’t need her…maybe he just wants her.”
He could hear Crosshair’s heart thumping wildly, as he tried to maintain his composure.
“Doubt it,” Crosshair grumbled after several moments spent working to unclench his jaw.
“Guess we’ll find out,” Hunter said, rising from the pilot’s chair. “The call’s recorded, so you can watch it, and see for yourself.”
“I’m sure she’ll never shut up about it when she’s back,” Crosshair said dismissively.
Humming softly with a shrug, Hunter said good night, and left Crosshair alone. The sharpshooter waited until he was sure Hunter was asleep before playing your conversation.
As your form appeared, bathed in blue, a smile tugged at Crosshair’s lips. Had you always been this beautiful?
“Hi, Sarge! It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you boys like crazy,” you nearly moaned.
He’d never heard you make a sound like that. He immediately thought of you making that sound just for him, which annoyed him, but he couldn’t stop listening.
“We miss you too, cyar’ika. I’m sure you’re having fun though,” Hunter replied.
“It’s been nice to stretch my legs a bit and put some of the things I’ve learned to use. Commander Cody’s amazing…he’s uh, asked me if I want to stay on,” You look shy, nervous.
“Oh, is that uh, something you’re interested in?”
“Don’t get me wrong the Negotiator is spectacular, and I’ve enjoyed my time with the 212th,” you bite your lip, shifting your weight. You seem unsure if you should continue. After a moment, you pressed on, “but they’re missing a few things I can’t live without, so I’d like to come home, back to the Marauder I mean.”
“We’ll be glad to have you back,” Hunter replied.
“Good,” You look so relieved. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you boys since I left. Are you getting enough quiet time? Are Tech and Echo sleeping? Is Wreck staying out of trouble? Is Cross eating properly?”
Crosshair barely hears the rest of conversation because he can’t get past the part where you miss them, where you were worried about him.
“I’ll be all packed up and ready to go in two rotations. Do you mind coming to get me?” Your needy tone shakes Crosshair out of his thoughts. “I could get a shuttle, but it would take another rotation or two, and I don’t think I can wait that long.”
Crosshair realized he couldn’t either. He needed you back immediately. Sooner, really.
“Of course, doll,” Hunter says soothingly. “Two rotations, and we’ll be there.”
Reassured, your shoulders relax, “Wonderful! I can’t wait to see all of you! I’m sure Crosshair has enjoyed the break from me, but I’ve missed him so much. I miss all of you, Hunter.” Your voice is so tender, it makes his heart clench.
He had not enjoyed the break at all though. Between his brothers giving him a hard time, and wanting you back, he was miserable.
Two rotations. It wouldn’t be long now.
***
Crosshair’s leg was bouncing, as the Marauder docked with the Negotiator. You were so close, almost home.
The five of them boarded the Star Destroyer, and Crosshair’s eyes began searching for you immediately. Cody was there to greet them, grasping Hunter’s arm in welcome.
“Good to see you, Commander,” Hunter said warmly.
“Good to see you too, Sergeant,” Cody began, “I’m not going to lie, I tried to keep your medic. She’s brilliant, and the men adore her.”
“Of course they do,” Wrecker’s pride in you is evident.
“She said the Negotiator was missing a few necessities,” Cody quirked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“She’s quite mistaken. The Havoc Marauder is not equipped with even 10% of what a Republic Venator has,” Tech says, brow furrowed.
“It doesn’t have Gonky,” Wrecker said as though it were obvious.
“It doesn’t have the five of you either!” you quipped, appearing at Cody’s elbow.
“Cyar’ika!” Wrecker bellowed, scooping you up and spinning you around.
“Wrecker!” you squealed as you returned his hug as tightly as you could
Crosshair’s heart was pounding again. He waited at the back of the group, watching his brothers welcome you back. Pressing their foreheads to yours, ghosting their fingers over your jaw, holding the back of your head gently. Then you were standing in front of him. Arms clasped behind your back, not reaching for him as you had the others. Respecting his space as always.
“I’m happy to see you too, Cross. Ready to deal with me every day again?”
“Are you ready to deal with me? All of us, again?”
“Ready and looking forward to it!” Your smile is bright and he nearly reached for you then, but he stopped himself.
“Well, Commander, you know where to find us, if you need us…or our medic again,” Hunter said with a grin.
“It was an honor serving alongside the 212th, Commander. I appreciate the opportunity,” You saluted Cody, and the others followed suit.
“The pleasure was all ours,” Cody returned the salute, and watched as the six of you returned to the Marauder.
***
You’re getting settled back into your space on the Marauder, answering questions from Wrecker, curious about the armory and ordnance, and Tech pestering you for every detail about the Negotiator, as Echo and Hunter wait to get a word in edgewise.
“Come on, boys. Give her some breathing room,” Hunter says, scooting them towards the cockpit, ignoring their protests.
“It’s good to have you back, saraad,” Echo said with a soft smile, that made your heart skip a beat.
You smile fondly at them as they go, going back to unpacking your things, and changing.
Crosshair is in his bunk, pretending he’s not watching you, but he can’t focus on anything else. Every inch of skin you reveal is making his body react. His heart thumping, breath growing shallow, as he drinks you in. This isn’t even the first time he’s seen you naked or changing, but it feels different now. He frowns as he notices a bandage on your hip peaking out of your panties, wrapping around your hip. It’s covered swiftly by the bottom half of a fresh set of blacks.
He slid out of his bunk, and you turned to face him, as you pulled the top half down covering your stomach, hiding your skin from his gaze. Naturally, you stepped back to give him space, and you were pleasantly surprised when he deliberately stepped closer. You looked up at him expectantly, eyes searching his for any hint of what he’s up to.
Crosshair was sure he should say something, but his mind was only offering sardonic quips that would convey the truth, but not like he wanted. He lifted a hand, and tapped your hip softly, fingertips resting against you. This was the first time Crosshair had ever touched you without necessity. Your heart sped up, and you swallowed hard.
“What’s this?” he asked, his voice low and even.
“Rooftop sniper,” you shook your head, folding your arms. “One of the other medics wasn’t as lucky. He was still in the med bay when you came to pick me up. No one could have clocked him to be fair.”
“I could have,” Crosshair said, anger simmering under his even tone.
“Well, there’s only one Crosshair in the galaxy. Next time I leave, I’ll take you with me.” You smiled up at him, but his face held the frown.
“Hey, I’m ok. Still good to do my job,” you added, brow furrowing.
“Fucking regs,” He swore, as he shifted his hand to hold your hip gently like you were a fragile thing. A fragile thing that belonged to him.
You hesitated before resting your hand against his chest, tapping your fingertips against the plastoid.
“Cross, I’m home, and in one piece. How can I show you?”
An eyebrow raised at that, sharp eyes taking you in, lingering on your lips, as they parted, a silent invitation for him. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to yours, begging you to close the distance. You wrapped your arms around his trim waist, as you pressed your lips to his softly.
The ache that had been simmering in his chest since you left is morphing into arousal, moving to settle down in his belly. His lips moved tentatively against yours, teeth nipping gently at your bottom lip.
“Hey,” Wrecker protested loudly. “We agreed we’d all talk to her together, Crosshair!”
The two of you break apart, and you clear your throat, your eyes trained on Crosshair.
“Talk to me about what?” You asked, breathlessly.
“Sorry, doll,” Crosshair said before Wrecker tugged him away in a headlock.
“What are you gonna talk to me about?” you asked again.
“When we get home, cyar’ika,” Wrecker said before turning to Crosshair. “Knew you were full of it, Cross!”
You touch your lips, as you watch the pair of them playfully fighting down the corridor. Did that happen? You pinched your arm as hard as you could, grimacing when it hurt, confirming you were awake, Crosshair had just kissed you. What the hell happened while you were gone? And what did they need to talk to you about?
***
In the cockpit on watch, you relaxed in the copilot’s chair, Tech snoozed gently in the pilot’s chair. It was so good to be home despite the fact that there was clearly something going on with your boys. Your alarm beeped, and you rose from the chair, yawning and stretching ready to trade out with Crosshair, and pass out for a little while.
Hunter intercepted you in the hallway with a grin. “I can’t sleep, so I’ll cover for Crosshair. Go get some rest.” He kissed your forehead, and added, “Good to have you home, Doc.”
“Good to be home, Sarge,” you replied before bidding him goodnight, and heading towards your bunk.
“Hunter?” You turn towards him.
“Hmm?” Hunter asks turning to you.
“What happened while I was gone? Why’s everyone acting weird?”
“We’ll talk when we get back to Kamino. Get some rest,” He says with a mysterious grin that makes you bite your lip.
You pout but follow his orders and head to your bunk. You’re about to climb in when you look towards Crosshair’s bunk. He was the least likely to spill the beans, but he had kissed you earlier. Was that the big secret?
You moved to stand near Crosshair’s bunk. Pushing back the privacy curtain, you whispered his name like you normally would to wake him up for his shift.
“My turn already?” he replied sleepily.
“No, Hunter’s there. I was hoping we could talk about earlier, or we could just sleep,” Even after your encounter earlier, he still made you nervous, and you worried you’d made a mistake until he lifted the blankets, and silently invited you into his bed.
You crawled in, and he lowered the blanket over your body before snaking his arm around your waist and pushing his leg between yours. His muscular thigh pressed up against you, sending a wave of heat through your body. He tucked your head beneath his chin, and it became clear he was not saying a word, so you listened to his heartbeat until you were lulled to sleep.
When you woke up a few hours later, you realized that you hadn’t slept well at all while you were gone. You needed to be crammed into the Marauder with your squad to relax. It helped that Crosshair had held you the entire time, and as you stretched and arched your back you realized he was looking at you.
“Did you sleep well?” you asked quietly not wanting to disturb the others. He simply nodded, his eyes roaming your face, as his hand rested on your waist.
“Good. We should be home soon, yeah?” you asked, rolling onto your back before sitting up.
“Something like that,” Crosshair replied cryptically.
You didn’t bother asking what he meant before sliding out of the bunk, and tossing him a smile.
“I’m going to see where we are. Go back to sleep.”
Once again he nodded, but he knew there was no chance of going back to sleep. Not when he knew what they had planned for the day.
You wandered into the cockpit, taking the co-pilot’s seat next to Echo.
“How was your first night back?” Echo asked smiling as you got comfortable in the chair.
“Cozy. I didn’t realize how much I’d miss you guys until I was gone.”
“I don’t think we did either,” he confesses.
“Oh yeah?” You asked, trying not to seem too happy about it.
He nodded, and the two of you were quiet for a moment. As always silence was never awkward with Echo, and while this was no exception, you could feel a tension in the air. It was reminiscent of the one you’d felt the night before when Crosshair had kissed you.
“I don’t suppose I can get you to tell me what’s going on?” You asked, turning the chair towards him and leaning forward.
“Always so impatient, saraad,” Echo says shaking his head.
“I can’t help it. Something’s up. Crosshair has been sweet to me,” you add in a conspiratorial whisper.
Echo huffs out a short laugh.
“Oh has he now?”
“Yeah, and,” you hesistate. You want to keep going, to spill every thought in your head to Echo, but something’s got your tongue. “It’s nothing.” You turn your chair back into place, and ask, “Where are we? How far from home?”
Reluctantly, Echo tears his gaze away from you. He looks over the navicomputer.
“Not far.”
“You wanna get some sleep? I can get us to Kamino safely.”
He raises an eyebrow at that.
“Ok, I can get us there. No promises on the condition,” you concede.
“You’re meant to be resting. Crosshair told us what happened,” Echo trails off.
“I told you he was being sweet to me, but I guess a kiss is a little more than sweet…”
“Kiss?! I meant you getting shot!” Echo hisses trying not to wake the others, as he spins towards you.
“He told you about that?!” You hiss back, spinning towards him.
“Of course he did. Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t wanna worry you guys. Cross was not happy when he saw the bandage, and…”
“Of course he wasn’t. And I’m not happy you didn’t tell us. We could have lost you,” Echo’s eyes are worried, his brow knit together, as he reaches for your face.
His fingertips have just brushed your jaw when the cockpit opens, and the pair of you sit back and look towards the door.
“You’re supposed to be resting,” Hunter says, gesturing for you to follow him.
“I was,” you pout. “I just wanted to see if we were close to home.”
“That’s funny because it sounded like you were arguing about keeping your injury a secret,” Hunter says. Out of everyone on the ship, you never thought Crosshair would be the one to tell on you.
“No, I was just…trying to…ya know?”
“No, I don’t know, senaar’ika. Now get in your bunk and rest your eyes. I’ll wake you the moment we land.”
“Fine,” you relent, and climb into your bunk, and even your racing brain can’t keep you awake.
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igncrxntripley · 1 year
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here's a request for cody cause i've been feral for him since the legacy days: american nightmare cody looks very strict, and that translates into his relationship as well (very grumpy x sunshine trope). one night during raw, the reader was acting bratty/sassy cause why not and cody was having none of it. he was actively ignoring them as they pulled lightly on his sleeve to get attention. but as the generous lover he is, he did give them attention when they got home
attention
a/n: made these into headcanons bc for some reason those just process through my brain better...let this hold you over while i work on more secret weapon/deal with a demon
mentions: NSFW 18+, bratty!reader, sub!reader, fem!reader, top!cody, dom!cody, brat tamer!cody, mention of overstim, oral, mention of female anatomy, slight degredation, mentions of marks/hickies on reader, alludes to multiple orgasms
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you loved cody. he worked hard to get where he was today, and he still managed to take care of you on a regular basis as if you were the most important thing in the world. it was the one time a week where his undivided attention couldn't be on you and you weren't a fan of that.
granted, cody spent every other waking minute paying attention to you. you should've been able to handle a few hours a week where he was working. but then again, there was something about cody at work that drove you even crazier than normal. it may not have been the right time, but you were going to make sure he knew you wanted him to give you the time of day.
nights that cody worked meant cody in a suit...holy fuck, did you love him in a suit. he knew it drove you crazy and would often as you for your opinion on his outfit, but you were always going to tell him it looked good.
let's be real - you're hanging on cody's arm for dear life the next time you go to work with him. every time you're near him you're holding his hand or leaning against his shoulder, looking at him with big eyes and practically begging for him to pay attention to you. was it bratty of you? yes...did you care? not at the moment.
cody knew the exact game you were playing; unfortunately for you, he could play that much harder and he began to ignore you. every time you said his name or held onto him, he'd simply act like you weren't even there.
by the end of the night though once you got back to the hotel, cody made up for everything that he'd done. he'd push you against the wall of the hotel room, a long hand lightly wrapped around your throat with the other holding your hip in his grasp as he kisses you.
"you really were a little brat tonight, flower." he'll whisper against your lips - that alone is enough to make you shudder against his touch and wrap your arms around his muscular body. this alone asserts the dominance he has over you, but you love every second of it.
cody has you under such a (figurative, lightly literal) chokehold that you can barely find the words to answer him. you can manage a nod and eye contact, but that's not enough for him; he needs to hear you. "nuh uh, babygirl. use your words."
as he's backing you up to the bed and straddling you, his hands running wild over what belonged to him to feel every curve of your body, you manage to squeak out a small answer for him - "needed you...missed you..."
cody will roll his eyes as he takes off the outer layers of his suit and feels your skirt off of your body so he can touch what had been hidden to him throughout the night. his fingers will touch and tease as if you're the most delicate thing cody's ever had under his grasp, taking his time to remove each article of your clothing as well as his own.
"needed me so bad that you couldn't be patient for a couple of hours while daddy worked?" he'll mumble against your skin as he kisses down your body - cody loves to leave marks, so you can guarantee he's placing those across your chest, stomach, and thighs as his way of marking what's his.
before you know it, cody would have his head between your legs, his arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you steady, and his mouth will make itself right at home against your center.
squirming, whining, absolutely writhing under his tongue as he knows exactly how to tease you - but cody isn't going to go easy on you. he'll keep you on the edge until he hears those sweet words and decides he's good and ready to let you release all over his face the way he likes it.
"fuck...fuck! daddy, please? please baby, i need it. please let me cum?"
cody will give you a nod and a gentle tap on the thigh to let you know you're allowed; he works you through every second of it, cleans you up with his tongue, but notices as you relax against the bed sheets with a smile on your face that you think you're done for the night. you've gotten what you wanted...so that means it's time to turn it in...right?
"not so fast, babygirl. i don't think we're anywhere near done."
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superlarva · 6 months
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Modern AU kid Domino Squad! Cutup (back left), Hevy (back right), Fives (front left), Droidbait (front middle), Echo (front right). I felt the need to make them all look different since quintuplets would be a bit out of place in a modern AU, so Cutup, Hevy, and Droidbait are adopted.
Okay, I know it's been a few weeks, but I promise I'm still here and still working on Raising Dominoes. Life's just been super busy and I had to put in extra hours at the lab these past few weekends.
Anyways, here is Chapter 11 - Memories. And on a Saturday, not a Sunday! :)
Prologue: 00 Previous chapter: 10
Summary: Rex battles guilt and Echo recalls the events leading up to his hospitalization.
CW: Child abuse, death, death of children, guilt, missing limbs, hospitals, explosions. Heed the warnings on this one, friends. It's not a fun time for the boys.
Chapter 11 - Memories
Rex woke from an uncomfortable sleep as the first rays of sunlight began to illuminate the hospital room. He had not had the heart to separate the twins while they were sleeping, so he had hunkered down in the chair by the boy’s bedside for the night. Now his neck and back ached and he had pins and needles in his legs.
A quick look at the boys and he could see they were still sleeping. In the night they had drifted away from each other. Fives was now sprawled out on the bed, lying on his stomach like a starfish, leaving Echo a tiny sliver of space, and even that was invaded by Fives’s elbow.
Rex smiled to himself and gently moved Fives’s arm to his side so the boy would not accidentally take out one of his brother’s eyes. Luckily the kid was out cold and did not stir at his touch.
Now that he was up, Rex stretched and lazily strolled across the room to the window. Cody would have loved the view. The sun peaked between skyscrapers, casting the streets below in harsh shadows and warm light. From the way the whole city was bathed in orange it looked like a mild autumn morning despite the frigid temperatures Rex knew were on the other side of the glass.
He did not know how long he stood there, staring out the window and watching the cars march by in the lines of morning traffic like ants. He let his mind wander freely, enjoying the peaceful quiet of dawn. His brain had been working in overdrive constantly the past four days, always worried or planning. It felt nice to turn it off for a few seconds, doing a hard reboot and getting himself back on track.
Eventually the sound of the door opening caught Rex’s attention. Kix nodded to him from the doorway and strode over to the bed to change out Echo’s med bag.
“Hey,” Rex called softly, abandoning his post by the window and moving to stand beside the doctor. “Shouldn’t you be at home? It’s Saturday.”
Kix shrugged, focused on checking up on Echo, “I guess I picked up an extra shift.”
“What about Dogma and Tup?”
“Jesse’s got them,” Kix shrugged again, his tone nonchalant. He scrawled something quickly on his clipboard and then turned to Rex and nodded to the door, “Let’s talk outside.”
Rex followed Kix outside Echo’s room without complaint, and sat when Kix motioned to a bench in the hallway.
Kix sat next to him, sighing heavily, and running a hand through his intricate buzzcut, “Echo’s doing really well. Even better since you and Fives arrived.”
Rex nodded.
“If everything continues to go well, we should be able to discharge him this Wednesday. We have to ween him off the meds and make sure he won’t be in too much pain when you take him home. At this point, that’s really all he’s here for. The medication, sterile environment, and so that we can monitor the healing process.”
“So, he’s going to be okay?”
Kix smiled, leaning back, and resting his head against the wall, “That’s one resilient kid you got, Rex. It’ll take time, but he’ll be alright.”
“Good…” Rex trailed off his mind already whizzing over a million different questions. What if he was not? What if he healed physically, but could not mentally or emotionally? What if he hated him? What if he’d never be able to gain the kid’s trust? What if-
“Rex,” Kix laid a hand on Rex’s violently bouncing knee, and Rex instinctively jerked away from the touch. Kix frowned, retracting his arm, “More importantly, are you going to be alright?”
“‘More importantly?’” Rex scoffed. He turned his head away from Kix, choosing to focus on the checkered floor pattern instead. Echo was the one in the hospital, not him.
“Yeah, ‘more importantly,’” Kix hunched over, bracing his elbows on his knees before lowering his voice and continuing, “Listen to me, Rex. I don’t know a lot about what those boys have gone through, but if it’s anything half as bad as my boys—and I’m confident it’s worse—you’re going to need to be strong for them.”
Kix’s eyes flicked over to Rex to ensure his friend was still paying attention, “You’re going to have to show them they can trust you over and over and over again. And once you think they finally do, you’re going to do something that’s going to mess it all up. You’re going to have to start from square one.”
Rex was about to interject, but Kix held up a hand, “Listen, I’m telling you this because I want you to be prepared. I want this to end well. For that to happen, you need to show them how to be strong and learn to trust again. You won’t be able to do that if you let yourself get overwhelmed.”
“I-” Rex stuttered, voice caught in his throat, leg bouncing erratically again. He shook his head as if to shake unpleasant thoughts from his mind.
“Please don’t live in the past, Rex. Please. I don’t want that for you, and I don’t want that for your boys.”
Rex turned to Kix, eyes full of desperation, “How? How can I not live in the past? Look at what she did to them! Look at what I did to them! I should have been there. If I had been there-”
Rex broke off, hands trembling in his lap, a pained smile stretching across his face.
“You have to understand it’s not your fault. I know that’s hard, but what happened to them is not your fault. It’s not.”
Kix paused for a second, letting Rex meet his eyes before continuing, “What will happen to them will be. So, let’s make sure that it’s your fault that they smile. That they laugh and play and miss you when you’re gone. Make sure it’s your fault they’re happy.”
Rex shook his head, “And if I can’t?”
“You can. I know you can. And Cody and I will always be here to help, okay?”
Rex shrugged.
Kix nudged him in the arm, a slight smile spreading up the corners of his mouth, “Heck, even Jesse wants to help out. He’s been complaining that he’s the only one that hasn’t met them yet.”
Rex let out a clipped chuckle at the idea of his twins meeting Kix’s younger brother, “Yeah, okay.”
Echo woke to an aching pain coursing through his body and a familiar white light as he blinked himself awake. He must have overdone it during training yesterday. Must have hit his head too with the way it pounded.
He could feel the warmth of Fives’s body next to his left side just like every morning, but the space on the cot to his right was cold and empty. Where was Droidbait?
Echo reached out to feel for his younger brother but retracted his arm when all he found was a fistful of air.
Gone.
The world pitched around Echo. He blinked trying to block out the blinding light and sinking feeling in his gut and focus. He felt sluggish and fuzzy like he had been sedated, but he could not remember doing anything wrong. No, if he had done something bad, he would be in isolation. It would be cold and dark, and Fives would not be beside him.
Then Droidbait must have been in isolation. What could his youngest brother have done? Why could he not remember?
His head, right. His head. He must have hit his head.
Echo reached over to Fives, about to shake his twin awake when he stopped, pulling back his arm as if it had been burned.
Something was not right.
The light was slowly turning from the intense white to a warm orange as his eyes adjusted. It looked like sunlight. But that could not be right. There were no windows in their room, just a single exposed bulb that’s harsh light reflected on the white floors and walls.
No. This was wrong.
Echo tried to sit up, tried to look for Droidbait, Hevy and Cutup as his eyes gradually focused on the room around him. Tried to make sense of the bed he was on and the machines surrounding him.
He could not. Could not sit up. Could not see his brothers.
Then he could not stop himself from remembering.
Remembering Hevy’s plan.
They were going to escape. Going to climb over the wall during their morning drills. He had thought it was a bad idea. Mom told them not to go near the citadel walls. She had warned them bad things would happen. Cutup said she was probably lying. He had said she would not be watching. Echo did not agree.
She was always watching.
Droidbait was scared. He had said over and over that he did not want to go. That he was afraid. That they would not make it over the wall. That she would find them even if they did.
As soon as the drill started Hevy had grabbed him. Dragged their youngest brother after him. Cutup had followed just behind, leaving Echo to wake up Fives.
Fives never woke to the alarm. Echo thought the flashing red lights and the incessant ringing would have been enough to wake a dead man, but Fives never so much as stirred. Echo had to shake him.
Fives had not been sure about Hevy’s plan either. He had said that even if they cleared the wall and made it down to the other side, what would they do next? Where would they go? But when the time came, he was on board. If Hevy and Cutup and Droidbait were doing it, so was he.
If Fives was doing it, so was Echo.
They had run down the hall and out through the normally bolted shut doors. The doors outside only opened during morning drill. Echo knew. This had not been the first time they had tried to escape.
By the time he and Fives had made it out into the yard, his adopted brothers were already scaling the wall. Cutup was nearly at the top and Hevy was helping Droidbait a few feet below.
No one had stopped them.
Fives ran to the wall. Echo followed.
They were doing this now.
No turning back.
About halfway up Echo heard the first explosion. He heard Droidbait screaming Cutup’s name. His voice had been laden with fear and grief. He heard Hevy yelling at Droidbait, begging him not to move. He heard Fives whimper quietly next to him.
When Echo pulled himself up onto the top of the wall he saw Hevy crouched next to Droidbait’s foot. He saw his youngest brother’s eyes wide with terror, staring at the place where the explosion had been. He saw the pile of rubble. He saw Cutup’s eyes staring blankly up at the sky from under the settling dust.
Hevy had turned to him and Fives and moved aside so they could see the dark olive cylinder resting under Droidbait’s foot. Droidbait stared at the rubble, repeating Cutup’s name over and over, his voice hollow and quiet.
Hevy had hesitated looking from their baby brother’s foot to his lost expression before turning back to the twins.
“You take him and you go,” Hevy had ordered.
Echo watched as he yanked the mine out from under Droidbait’s foot and curled his body over it in one fluid motion. He had been trying to stop the explosion from harming anyone but himself.
It had not worked.
Hevy was blown back towards the twins, a mess of blood and flesh. Droidbait was pushed backwards from the force and teetered on the edge of the wall.
Fives screamed and rushed forwards, reaching out a hand.
He had not been fast enough.
Droidbait fell.
Echo remembered the sound it made when his little brother hit the ground.
He doubted he would ever forget.
Echo did not remember much after that. He must have stepped on one of the mines as well, considering the state of his body. He looked over at his brother, making sure his brother really was as unharmed as he had seemed the day before.
Fives seemed fine, and Echo closed his eyes again to block out the too bright light before they flew open in surprise as the door to his room creaked open.
That man was standing there, the one who had brought Fives. The one named Rex. He looked like the other one—Cody—but with shorter blond hair instead of the longer dark curls that matched him and his brother.
Cody had come a lot to visit. Echo barely remembered much from the past few days, but it seemed every time he woke, he had been there, sitting at his bedside, quietly reading a book of some sort. He had thought Cody was his dad at first. It made sense, they looked just like each other, and why else would anyone take an interest in him.
When Echo had asked, Cody had smiled and said that his dad was taking care of Fives, that he was his uncle, that his dad’s name was Rex.
Rex.
His dad.
The guy had seemed nice enough yesterday, but Echo knew better than to believe his charade. Besides, Echo did not want a dad. He wanted his brothers back.
Echo must have let his face show too much disgust when Rex came into his view, as the man quickly rushed to his side, “Are you okay?”
Echo narrowed his eyes. Rex sounded like Fives any time Echo or one of their other brothers got hurt during drills. His voice was soft and gentle, even caring, and Echo was taken aback. It sounded genuine.
“Fine,” Echo mumbled, voice scratchy.
The man hovered awkwardly by the side of the bed for another moment before nodding and sitting slowly in the chair, “Your brother’s still sleeping, huh?”
Echo nodded, waiting for the command to wake his twin and rob him of a few more precious minutes of sleep.
It did not come.
Instead, Rex passed a small book to Echo, and pressed a finger to his lips, “We’ll have to be quiet, then.”
Echo watched as Rex took out a book of his own and flipped to a page in the middle, his head bowed as he read silently. The boy looked down at the book clutched in his hand. It appeared to be some sort of fiction book based on the colorful cover.
Echo snuck a glance at the blond man. He was still engrossed in his novel. The boy cautiously opened to the first page, chancing another look at Rex. Just because he was handed the book did not mean he was allowed to read it. The blond man looked up at the sound of the page crinkling, met his gaze for half a second, flashed a quick smile, and then went back to reading.
Echo followed suit.
Maybe his dad was not so bad.
Just maybe.
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toska-writes · 11 months
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helloo! i love your writing so much and i wonder would you like to write commander cody with padawan reader, it's after order 66. and as we know in bad batch s2 he's gone to AWOL right? so what if he go to other planets anywhere and meet reader again (let's pretend he already removed his chip lol) imagine how he feels guilt meeting his little padawan after trying to kill her and her master (obi-wan) and how the reader react meeting him again especially looking at her cody sun armor become gray like shadow unlike him.
(sorry if my english kinda messed up, and have a great day!! <3)
Wow, just wow
“Sunshine”
Summary: after order 66 Cody jumps at only the chance to get at least one person from his old life back- no matter the cost
Paring: Cody x GN padawan Reader (it’s platonic!)
Warning: hurt/comfort nightmares ptsd let me know if I missed anything
Word count: 1822
Notes: I’m very proud of this one and I hope you enjoy! It’s also not proofread because I need some sleep
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Cody’s head hurt again.
But it wasn’t like last time, he was in control now and always will be.
“How are you feeling Kotes?” Rex came around the tables and laid a hand on Cody’s shoulder.
To be honest Cody wasn’t sure what he was feeling, if anything. Nausea sat in the pit of his stomach but he feared that it wasn’t just from the procedure he went through.
A hand reached up to the side of his head, the fresh bandage felt course under his hand- the all to familiar feeling of before.
“I’m fine.” Cody’s voice was raspy and burned his throat- Rex picked up on this and quickly went to get him a drink of water.
There he sat alone.
He was alone for a while now, but nothing like this. If you went back a few week you would see the small spark of hope illuminating in his eyes.
Cody wasn’t sure of a lot of things since the war ended but maybe it was the illusion of hope that he and Crosshair could escape together.
“Good soldiers follow orders.”
Then Cody went AWOL. Finally it seemed that he got his mind right- the headaches and the dreams that plagued him however said otherwise.
Rex walked back in. Cody’s eyes were clouded in thought as he sat unmoving on the table.
Placing a ginger hand on his knee Rex has never seen is brother in such a state. But the way he felt in this moment- finally getting his free will totally returned to him was something he would never forget.
“Hey Kotes,” Rex helped him to his feet and lend him out into the halls. “We found something you might need to take a look at.”
Cody almost instantly snapped back to attention as the pair of brothers made their way back to the ship they arrived on.
“A few radars picked up on some chatter from the bounty hunters guild.” Rex returned to the Captain Cody knows and loves, things were going back to how they use to be.
“Why would your crew have any interest in the guilds?” Cody questioned, a little slow to connect the dots. “Your fighting an empire here.”
Rex stared at him for a moment, his try at a sarcastic tone clearly flew over Rex’s head.
It was one of the only times Cody has ever seen Rex so unsure about what he was about to say. “We picked up Y/N’s location. The bounty for Jedi are unbelievably high and I’m worried if one of us doesn’t get there in time it might go sour.”
Cody froze in his seat, the end of Rex’s sentence seemed to go blurry. The moment replayed every hour of the day, awake or asleep. He memorized the moment when he watched Obi-wan fall from that terrible hight.
He remembered the look you gave him as he turned to you, your lightsaber coming up in your shaky hands staring at him.
“Cody what’s going on?”
“I- they made it?” Cody looked at Rex, the dark thought that he was playing a terrible joke on him.
Rex only nodded his confirmation. Waiting for Cody to see just want he would do.
You wouldn’t want to see him. Cody didn’t even want to see himself. The terrors he’s created would never wash off no matter how hard he scrubbed.
The armor that surrounded him all his life was striped away, just like everything he has ever known. His sunshine was stripped away as well.
Taking a shaky breath in Cody whispered. “Take me to them.”
•••
Your head hurt again.
It was just like the last time, the moment you realized nobody was on your side anymore.
The purge left you stranded by yourself, unsure of what to do you fled as far as you could.
The outer rim served its purpose for now but the empire was expanding, and the hunters became bolder with their search.
Against your better judgment you tried to reach Ahsoka, Hunter even but it was no use.
Maybe now you were by yourself. Cutoff.
You sat up straight in your makeshift bed. The sheets bawled into your fist as your chest heaved and sweet ran down your back.
You weren’t safe even in your own mind.
You watched him fall. The scream you let out as you lost him over the edge. Everyone around you went off.
Cody. Your Cody turned to you next- all around you heard the all too familiar sound of blasters raising. Cody aimed for you as you brought your weapon up, the thought of hurting any of them never crossed your mind before.
“Cody.” You had tried. “Cody what’s going on?”
The blaster that was shot at you was the moment you woke this time. Other times you weren’t as lucky to be spared with the memory.
The sky was masked with the darkness of the night, your clock told you at you barely sleep 2 hours since you tried to go to sleep.
You gathered yourself as practically dragged yourself to the only window in your “home”
This wasn’t home. Nothing would come close to what the word use to mean to you, but it was soemthing keeping you mildly safe.
The sky above never really changed, it was the only constant you found after the end of the war. The only thing you could depend on that would never harm you.
Your head buzzed again, for a split second you turned to your hidden saber, the weapon you couldn’t pick up since you arrived on this rock. The crystal within buzzed constantly in your ear, begging to be picked up once again.
It use to be a background noise that grounded you, but things have changed.
You stared into the darkness for a moment, the lightsaber wasn’t it. Turning your attention back to the outside world the familiar feeling felt crooked in your chest.
It wasn’t really right, but it was something you recognized none the less.
A cloak that you threw around yourself countless times before made its way to your shoulders- masking you from others and you left closing your door silently behind you.
For a moment you thought maybe, just maybe it was your master heat to tell you everything would be ok, to help you just as he had countless times before.
But you couldn’t think like that, like you use too. Hope burned within you as you followed the force you tried desperately to get rid of.
•••
Cody tried the comm channel he used countless times before, he could practically put it in with his eyes closed.
But of course no answer.
He did try once before- the first night he ran from the empire, alone in the back of a transport ship he tried to reach the Jedi he grew fond of.
It was one of the only instants the commanders eyes watered slightly and his nose ran.
Rex was waiting near by with the ship as he walked the streets of this planet alone. His armor was covered with a poncho Rex lent him and frankly it was the best he could do.
He hoped that you weren’t here, the disgusting streets and inhabitants made him sick. But what if this was better than see him again?
Cody shook that last thought. His hand shook slightly at his side which was a nervous habit he picked up a long time ago.
His eyes scanned the dark scenery for any sign that you might have been here, a sign Cody hoped nobody else could pick up on.
On instinct he turned down an alley to his left, this was definitely not the place to be at this time.
His eyes squinted trying to pin point a figure towards the end. This was the only time he wished for his helmet that didn’t seem his own.
Something ate at the inside of him again. His breath was sparse wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. If his mind was no longer his own.
The figure took a few steps from the shadows that engulfed them. The moon illuminated someone that haunted every minute of his life.
You held a blaster out in front of you, but this time you didn’t shake.
Cody didn’t dare take another step. His eyes were firmly planted on the ground as he kneeled down dropping his blaster in front of him.
“Cody?”
He could only nod, afraid that his voice would highlight just how vulnerable he felt in this very moment.
But he had to say something, he couldn’t leave you again.
“I’m- I’m so sorry kid.” His voice broke through his words. This uncertain feeling engulfed him like a flame showing no mercy. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”
You stared at him for a moment. Taking in the sight- clearly things were different. The sunshine was stripped from him. His eyes, though they tried to avoid you, seemed hollow.
You thought of two things in this moment.
You wanted to run, run from someone that could hurt you all over again, someone that you weren’t even sure you could trust.
Or
You could try to hang onto one of the only things that you so desperately needed. You needed someone.
The blaster clanked to the ground as you walked to Cody. Your guard was up but the tears betrayed what you were really hoping for.
You hoped that Cody was himself again.
Cody looked up, your familiar eyes caught his own. The tears that he dried so many times fell across your cheeks, and he only wished to dry them one more time.
“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say, his mind left him and he could only mutter the only words that went through his head, as if they could make everything better.
You kneeled down with him. For a second Cody thought this might be a dream of his own and this was the moment that he would loose you once again.
But you stayed.
Quickly you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him flushed against you.
Cody wasted no time crushing you into him. You cling to him as he continued to whisper small apologies into your hair.
Through the muffled sniffles you voiced. “I liked your other armor kot’ika.”
For the first time in a while Cody found himself giving an actual laugh.
He nodded as he griped you even tighter as if he was afraid that if he let go you would leave.
“I think I could use some help painting it again.” He spoke a little louder. The emotions still sounded in his voice.
It was your turn to nod into his chest. For the first time in a while You found yourself crying tears of relief that finally someone was here for you again.
This time you weren’t going to let him go again.
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How would each guy in your WWE masterlist react to Reader doing the "Ignoring my boyfriend/husband for 24 hours prank" 😀
Oh boy 😂
Here we go:
Cody Rhodes
Cody would worry immediately
as much as he'd try and focus on his match, he would be so anxious
this man would call and text you at least four times an hour
he'd be up all night wondering what he did wrong
but
when you finally call him and explain, he's relieved
a little upset
but relieved nonetheless
LA Knight
pissed off
not at you, at himself
his insecurities hit him like a freight train
tries to fight through it and sweat it off
can't help but worry
asks if anyone else has heard from you
his heart nearly breaks when everyone he asks says they've heard from you or seen you
but at the same time he's happy you're safe
when you finally reach out to him, he's relieved
Logan Paul
he knows
but he plays along
after a few hours, he starts documenting it
he's got plenty to distract himself
but during the low parts of the day, he can't help but wonder if you're actually mad at him
a message from you after exactly 24 hours has passed certainly gives him relief
Austin Theory
oooooo he's not happy
and when austin's not happy, he goes quiet
he is stressed out
is a "two can play at that game" kind of guy
so he ignores you too
there's a small fight after the 24 hours are over
he's a mix of emotions - he's happy nothing's wrong but he's still a bit upset about being ignored for a day
Grayson Waller
on the inside? hurt
on the outside? pretending to be fine
he's not his usual bubbly self
and everyone notices
austin tries to get through to him, but grayson doesn't say much
tries to distract himself, but nothing works
stomach is in knots all day
aldis sidelines him for the night - citing that it's because he can't get his head together enough and doesn't want to see him hurt
which turns out to be a good thing
because when he returns to his locker room, he finds you waiting for him
very relieved and happy to see you
JD McDonagh
panics
(pls don't make funko pop panic)
asks everyone where you are
they all think something's wrong because nobody's ever seen him so worked up before
when someone slips and tells him where you are, he goes straight to you
safe to say you don't make it the full 24 hours
Finn Balor
overwhelmed after the first few hours
tries to focus on his routine, but can't help but wonder what went wrong
your posts on social media during the day comfort him
he wants to give you your space but also sends messages throughout the day so you know he's always thinking of you
feels way more relaxed when you tell him it was just a prank and everything's fine
Randy Orton
takes it to heart
he tries not to show it
he gets stuck in his head about it
doesn't take it lightly
but is relieved to hear that all is well and it was just a prank
Damian Priest
honestly doesn't notice for a little while
then after somebody asks him where you are, he realizes he hasn't heard from you all morning
gives you some space for a while, but sends you a few messages throughout the day
but it really hits him when he doesn't get his good luck kiss before his match
a few minutes before he's supposed to go out, you come running into gorilla
"I'm sorry it was a prank, but I couldn't let you go out there without the good luck kiss"
this man turns RED he's blushing so much
gets his good luck kiss
CM Punk
pouts
is in a bad mood all day
he's got the whole cloud-over-head thing going on
when you finally tell him, he rolls his eyes
and sits on it for a minute
then he pulls you onto his lap without a word
"don't pull that shit again, i don't like not talking to you"
Jey Uso
like a lost puppy
he tries to distract himself in the gym or hanging out with cody
"i just miss her, uce"
his whole mood changes when the 24 hours are over
100% back to himself
even a bit better
he goes out that night so happy, big smile on his face
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lilsedge · 9 months
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This is so weird but I have a cute image of Edges daughter being a single mother who recently was out of an abusive relationship and the judgement day becoming protective over her and her daughter. The whole thing starts because her daughter has a habit of running to Dom (who she was childhood friends with) when she's bored back stage or Damian when she's scared.
You’re doing amazing
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Judgement day x fem!reader
Warnings: Mentions of abuse.
Readers Pov
This is all too much. I’m raising a three-year-old. While being in a big company and finally getting out of the abusive relationship, I was in. I had nowhere to go after I managed to get a three-year-old and I out of the house. 
My dad took me in. It’s been kind of easy. Lyric and Ruby love their niece. I don’t leave Luna alone with Beth, though. Kind of don’t want to put anymore pressure on her than I have to. I also never left Luna with James. It always made me worry would he do the same to her if I left her.
Getting ready for Monday night, Raw has been harder since the draft. My dad has been drafted to SmackDown while I’m staying on the Raw roster. When Luna heard that, she was so upset. She loves her grandpa. 
We had just made it to my locker room. When Luna announces to Mr Frog and me that she’s hungry. She puts her arms up for me to lift her, so I pick her up and grab her Mr frog. While walking, many superstars say ‘hi’ to her and she loves it. 
“Mama down. I want down,” Luna says suddenly. I put her down, and she runs off. 
“Luna sweetie, you can’t,” I pause. She runs off to Dominik, an old friend of mine. Well, he was a childhood best friend we grew up together.
“Dommy,” Luna says, putting her arms up. He chuckles and picks her up. He made sure her Mr frog didn’t fall. 
“Alright miss Luna Lou, where’s your mommy?” he questions her. Luna points in my direction. I wave at them.
“Hey, I can um take her back if you don’t want her,” I say, suddenly feeling nervous.
“What? no it’s fine. You have to get ready. I’ll take her. She can finally meet the JD,” Dominik says, smiling.
“I mean, if that’s not a burden for you,” I reply.
“Oh, no, totally not. Come on Luna Lou, let’s go meet my friends,” Dominik says, walking off with Luna. 
In Gorilla 
I haven’t seen Luna in an hour or so. I’ve got time before my promo to see her. I hear giggling from behind me. Turning around and see Luna with the Judgement Day trailing behind her. I kneel down and open up my arms to get a hug from my baby girl. 
“Y/N, before you go out there, I just want to say Luna told us what had happened,” Dominik says.
“She doesn’t know everything,” I say, confused.
“Mama, I told them that the mean man used to hit you because I always saw,” Luna says.
“Oh baby,” I say, cooing at her. 
I don’t get to finish my sentence as my theme song starts playing. Rhea puts her arms out for Luna to jump in. I give her a quick thanks before running out.
In my promo, I was talking about how I wanted to fight Liv Morgan. It’s like Beetlejuice. you say his name three times and he like appears. I said Liv’s name three times and here she was, beating me down with Raquel. I feel them let off of me and feel hands help up and out of the ring to get backstage. 
It’s Rhea. I pull her into a tight hug. She starts questioning me, “are you okay? They didn’t hurt you too bad, right?”
“I’m fine Rhea,” I reply. Our hug breaks up as a little Luna runs over to us, making sure I’m okay. All of us start to walk out of the gorilla when Cody Rhodes theme song comes on. I totally forgot Luna was scared of the pyro. So when Cody’s pyro went off, Luna jumped.
I expected her to run to me since grandpa Edge wasn’t here, but she didn’t. She ran straight to Damian. He picked her up, and she put her head on his shoulder, crying. I had Mr frog in my arms, so I walk over to her and give him to her. 
“Come here, mama,” Rhea says to me when she notices me limping. I limp over to her and she picks me up. It’s like how Damian is holding Luna. 
“Luna,” Dominik says, trying to get her to stop crying.
“Your mama is just like you,” Finn says, poking at her. Luna looks up and sees me in Rhea’s arms. A little smile makes it to her face.
“Mama?” Luna questions.
“Yes baby,” I reply.
“Why is Mami holding you?” She wonders.
“Well, your mama was limping, so I decided to help her,” Rhea answers, smiling at Luna.
The rest of the night was also spent with the Judgement Day. Luna could not get enough of them and instead of spending the night in a room that I still had to pay for, the four of them suggested we stay in their room since it was big enough. 
Luna slept in a bed with Damian and Finn while I was cuddled up next to Rhea and Dominik. This was the most safe I’ve ever felt since I left James and it’s all because of the Judgement Day.
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cainanders · 9 months
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warnings: oral sex, daddy kink, spitting, dirty talk, hand kink, biting, a little bit of praise kink, lots of teasing, fluff (i think that’s all, i’m sorry if i’ve missed anything).
a/n: the penultimate chapter of wildfire! sorry for the delay. it’s shorter than the last parts. hopefully i’ll be able to get the final part posted sooner rather than later, and be open to inspiration for new works. please enjoy!
Four days have passed. Four excruciating days, during which Cody made your life a living hell.
He always made sure to brush up against you when he would walk by, sometimes placing his hand on the small of your back. You would often catch him looking at you from across rooms of people, his eyes half-lidded and his bottom lip between his teeth. Sometimes, you were sure you’d see him run his hand over himself, rubbing at the bulge in his pants.
Cody would never be alone with you, but would still invite you to his hotel room each night, a playful glint in his eyes every time. You’d turn him down, thinking that would give you the upper hand, but judging from the way that Cody would grin after each time you deny him, you were playing into his hand.
Monday rolls around, and you’re tasked with photographing a few promo shots in the hours leading up to Raw. This keeps you away from Cody, but your mind stays on him. You try to stay focused on your work, making sure to talk to all of the superstars that you hadn’t had the chance to catch up with yet.
When you finally finish the promo shoot, you pack up your equipment, and make your way around the arena to take a few behind the scenes photos. As you find the locker rooms, you find Cody’s room, with the door open a few inches.
“Cody?” you call out, knocking lightly on the door. “Are you in here?”
“Yeah, come on in,” he replies. You slip into the room, immediately moving to set your bags down but keeping your camera in your hands. “Busy day?” Cody’s voice comes from behind you.
“Yeah, it was boring, though,” you laugh, turning around to face him.
You’ve seen Cody shirtless before, sure. So has the rest of the world. And you’ve seen Cody after he’s showered. But you’ve never seen Cody, moments after stepping out of the shower, still slightly damp, with a towel wrapped around his hips. Maybe it was because any time you’d see Cody even remotely underdressed, it was when you were still playing at being friends. But now that the truth is out, the sight of him sends a flush over your whole body, your hands squeezing your camera and inadvertently snapping a picture.
“Fuck,” you mutter, looking down at the camera as though you forgot how to use it.
“Uh-oh,” Cody teases. “What happened there?” You shake your head, glancing back to Cody briefly to see his hands on his hips.
“Sorry,” you mumble, pressing through the menu in the camera to pull the picture up on the screen. Cody was blurry in the picture, barely in frame as it was shot from waist high, so you quickly delete it, hoping to erase the memory along with it.
“If you wanted me to do a Playgirl shoot, you could have just asked,” Cody jokes, with a smirk. “I think I’d be a better centerfold than HBK, don’t you?”
You look back to him again, biting your lip when you see that he’s now grasping the towel where it’s wrapped. He loosens it enough to push it just past his hip bones, pausing for a moment to make sure you’re still watching him, before he pushes a little further until you get a glimpse of trimmed hair just beneath the towel.
You pry your eyes away from Cody’s towel, looking into his eyes as you start to raise your camera slowly towards your face. Cody grins wider, allowing you to take a photograph of him.
“How’s it look?” he asks, as you check the screen of the camera to view the picture. As you part your lips to respond, Cody creeps up beside you, pressing against your side so he can look as well. “Not bad,” he whispers. “I’ll drop the towel if you want to take another one.”
“No, no,” you chuckle, taking a step away from him. “I’m not falling for this shit.”
“What?” Cody replies, trying to feign shock at your response but he can’t help laughing.
“I know all you’re gonna do is tease me and then leave,” you say. “Because you think you’re funny, or whatever.”
“You can’t handle a little teasing, babe?” he grins, tilting his head to the side and peering into your eyes as he steps closer to you.
“Cody, I’m serious,” you warn, holding your hand out towards him. “Listen to me. We’re less than twenty four hours away from being able to have some genuine time alone together. Let’s not forget who was the one who decided that we were gonna wait. Now, I love that you tease, and usually, I’ll give it right back to you. But right now is not the time. If you keep doing this shit, I’m not going anywhere with you tomorrow, and you’ll have a nice, fun three days to spend with your fucking hand.” When you stop, you notice the smirk on Cody’s lips almost immediately.
“So, you’re counting down the hours until we’re alone together, huh?” Cody says. As you begin to tell him off again, he shakes his head. “I’ll stop teasing,” he adds. “I’m sorry, I just love watching you squirm.” Cody closes the distance you put between the two of you, placing his hand on your lower back to keep you close only for a moment. Dipping his head down, he gives you a soft kiss on the lips, before pulling back. “That was kinda hot, by the way,” he whispers. “You telling me off like that.”
“Well, don’t get used to it,” you say. “I hate being that person. You just know how to get under my skin.”
“After this week, I’ll know how to do a lot more than that to you, babe,” Cody says.
“C’mon!” you exclaim, slapping him playfully on the chest, which causes him to recoil with a laugh.
“Last one, I swear!”
For the remainder of the night, Cody keeps his hands and his comments to himself, acting as though you were just friends. You’re mostly thankful for this, however, a small part of your brain wants him to keep teasing.
At the end of the night, you make sure to leave the venue before Cody can find you, heading to the hotel to settle in your room. While you are changing into your pajamas, you get a text from Cody.
I thought you’d stay in my room tonight, so we can leave together in the morning.
You don’t trust Cody to leave you alone that night. As much as you want to be in that hotel room with him, you know he would keep teasing, because he wants to see you break first. With a deep breath in, you let Cody know that you’re going to stay in your own room and will see him in the morning.
You climb into the bed, settling down in the covers to get comfortable. Your phone buzzes at your side, but you ignore it for a moment, to turn off the light on the side table. Briefly, you think you might continue to ignore the text that’s undoubtedly from Cody, just to give him a taste of his own medicine, but you decide to check anyway.
You know that you shouldn’t be surprised, but when you open the message to find a shirtless mirror selfie of Cody, you’re tempted to roll your eyes. Instead, your mind wanders, thinking of the possibilities the next few days hold. You decide to call him, without thinking of what you might say - he picks up after one ring.
“That desperate, huh?” he asks.
“You’re the one who picked up in one ring, Cody,” you reply. “And you’re the one trying to bait me into your room. I think you’re the desperate one.” He lets out a chuckle that turns into a sigh.
“Okay, full disclosure?”
“Go for it.”
“As much as I’m looking forward to the other stuff,” Cody says with a small laugh. “I missed you, babe. I missed sharing a hotel room with you, talking to you, watching stupid movies.” He lets out another chuckle before continuing. “I missed waking up to you saying my name,” he adds.
“What?” you ask, confused.
“In your sleep,” he replies. “You’d say my name a lot. Well, more like whimpering and moaning.” Your cheeks flush at his words, not having been aware that you’d had any dreams that would make you do that. “It wasn’t always like that,” Cody continues. “Sometimes, you’d sound scared.”
“Scared of you?”
“No, not at all,” he says. “More like you were having a nightmare or something. So, I’d hold your hand and tell you that you were safe, and you’d calm down.”
“You big softy!” you tease. “Why didn’t you tell me that before? That’s really sweet, Cody. You’d hold my hand?”
“Mhm,” he hummed. “I always want you to feel safe with me.” The tears threaten to well up at your eyes, but you wipe them away.
“Are you trying to manipulate me into coming over there by saying cute shit?”
“Of course not,” he laughs. “Why, is it working?”
“A little,” you respond. “Honestly, the picture was more tempting.”
“Oh, yeah? Why?”
“I don’t know…” you trail off, finding yourself unprepared to talk dirty on the phone at that moment.
“It’s just me, babe.”
“I need to get my hands on you.”
“And I’m the desperate one?”
“I guess we both are,” you reply. “But I’m not going to come over there tonight. We’ll just have to wait until we get to your house tomorrow.”
“Hmm, I suppose you’re right,” Cody says. “I did make you wait a whole week, I guess I can wait a few hours.”
“Nine hours,” you say. “And I’m all yours.”
“You’d better get some rest then,” he responds. “You’re gonna need your energy.”
“Goodnight, Cody,” you laugh.
“Goodnight, baby girl.”
——————
Cody’s house is bigger than you expected, especially for a man who lives alone. You assume it’s the same house he shared with his ex wife, but opt not to bring it up right away, in an effort not to spoil the mood.
As soon as the two of you arrive at his house, Cody explains that he needs to run to the store for a few things, and encourages you to explore the house to feel more comfortable. You wonder if he can sense your nerves and wants to give you some space to get acclimated without him watching. You do as he suggests, and wander through every room in the house.
On your journey through the house, you see a baseball hat that catches your eye. The black hat with white lettering that says ‘call me Daddy’ makes you think back to the night that Cody called you. You wonder if he purchased the hat afterwards as a joke or if it was something that he owned for a while.
After you change into some boxer shorts and a t-shirt, you settle onto the sofa and scroll through apps on your phone, waiting for Cody’s return. You feel yourself become sleepy from sitting in one spot, staring at a screen, so you maneuver onto your back with your head on the arm rest. You aren’t sure how long you lay there before falling asleep.
You awaken in Cody’s arms as he’s carrying you bridal style up the stairs. For a moment, it doesn’t feel real, but when he glances down at you with a chuckle, you feel it rumble through his chest.
“Go back to sleep, baby girl,” he mutters. “I’m bringing you to bed.” As soon as Cody lays you down on the bed, and you see that he’s still wearing your favorite suit, you grab his arm to stop him. You sit up on your knees, your hands fumbling with his belt buckle. “What are you doing, hm?” he asks, still grinning at you.
“I don’t want to sleep,” you whisper.
“What do you want, then?”
“I want you, Cody.”
“How bad?” he asks, gently stopping your hands. “Hm? How bad do you want me?”
“So fucking bad,” you reply, voice weak. Cody grins, unfastening his watch and crossing to place it on the dresser. He sits at the foot of the bed and removes shoes, taking the time to put them away in the closet. You can tell he’s trying to drag it out still. “C’mon, Cody,” you whine.
“Okay, babe,” he chuckles, leaving the rest of his clothes on and finally maneuvering onto the bed. He urges you to lay on your back again before he kneels between your legs.
Cody kisses you without warning and you inhale sharply, grasping his shoulders. He takes your breath away with the kiss, causing you to pull away sooner than you would like. You hold his face gently between your hands, peering into his eyes, as if you’re trying to read his mind. He laughs softly, leaning back in for another kiss.
Cody kisses as though he’s just as desperate as you are, his teeth coming in contact with your lips, nipping so hard, you wonder if you’ll taste blood. When he kisses across your cheek towards your neck, leaving bites in his wake, you feel how swollen your lips have become already. As Cody reaches your pulse, he bites down harder than you expect, and you let out a strangled whine.
“Fuck!” you gasp, arching your back to press against his body.
“Are you mine now?” Cody asks, kissing your neck, hands grabbing your thighs to hold them snug against his hips. “Hmm? You belong to me?”
“Yes, all yours,” you breathe. Cody hums, gently biting at your pulse this time and grinding himself against you. “Fuck, Cody,” you whine, grabbing handfuls of his jacket.
“Mmm, no, no,” he mumbles, leaning back onto his knees to look down at you. “You know what I want to hear.” You bite your lip, your heart pounding in your chest.
“I’m yours, daddy,” you whisper.
“Damn,” he grins. “It’s even better in person.”
Cody licks his lips, eyes wandering over your body, your boxer shorts and t-shirt making you feel exceptionally underdressed compared to his black suit. His eyes keep traveling down until he looks down at his own pants, noticing that the damp patch that you left on his crotch from when he was grinding against you. The sight makes you blush, embarrassed by how wet you are from such minimal action.
“What’s got you so fucking hot, hm?” he asks, wiping the dampness from his pants with two fingers.
“The suit,” you reply without thinking, too lost in the sight of Cody cleaning the taste of you from his fingers. “Fuck.” Your face heats up more as you realize how desperate your voice sounded. Cody grins wider, rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip.
“So it’s that fucking easy with you, huh?” he whispers, taking hold of your thighs again. “All I have to do is put on a fucking suit, and you’re drenched.” Cody yanks you by your thighs, pulling you closer to him. “Any other kinks you wanna share with me, baby girl?” he continues, leaning down to kiss your neck.
“Not yet,” you reply, nuzzling your head against his and slipping your arms around his torso beneath his jacket. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his waistcoat feeling the warmth of his skin radiating through the layers.
“What if I told you…” he begins, slipping his hand under your shirt to cup your breast over your bra. “That I want to eat your pussy? You’ve been so good this week, putting up with all of my teasing…let me show you how it’s supposed to feel.”
Your breath comes out shuddered, which you don’t expect. Cody’s fingers tease your nipple through your bra, as he continues to bite your neck. You’re desperate to find your words to respond to Cody, but when he grinds against you, all you can do is moan. You grasp Cody’s face, pulling him back so you can peer into his eyes once again.
“I don’t have to,” he says, softy. “If you aren’t comfortable with it.”
“I trust you, Cody,” you whisper. “Ever since you first brought it up last year, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what your tongue would feel like…and your fingers...” Cody smirks, listening to how breathless you sound before you’ve even started.
“Yeah?” he asks, sitting back on his knees, peering down at you. “Let’s get these off then.”
Cody begins to tug your boxers and panties down, so you lift your hips to allow him to remove them. You sit up quickly, tugging your shirt over your head and tossing it away. Cody leans in to kiss you, his hand moving behind your back to unhook your bra. As soon as the clothing is off of your body, Cody moves off of the bed, yanking your body so your legs hang off the edge of the bed while you rest flat on the mattress.
As he removes his jacket, his eyes are on you, tilting his head to peer between your legs. When he rolls up his sleeves, the gaze he sets on you makes you feel vulnerable, so you instinctively begin to pull your thighs together.
“Uh-uh,” Cody says, leaning over to rest a hand on the bed beside you and using his other hand to ease your legs apart again. “Don’t be shy, baby girl. It’s just me.”
Before you can respond, you feel Cody’s fingertips teasing along your thighs towards your core. As soon as his fingers come in contact with your slickness, pressing to your clit for a moment, you inhale sharply which makes Cody smirk.
“You haven’t been touched in so long, huh?” he asks, bringing his fingers to his lips. He parts his lips and sticks his tongue to lick the taste of you from the pads of his fingers, maintaining eye contact with you. When he wraps his lips around his fingers, sucking every last taste of you from them, you grasp his wrist, pulling his hand away from his mouth so you can kiss him.
The taste of yourself on Cody’s tongue makes your head spin, and you find yourself desperate to have his head between your thighs. You place your hands on either side of his face, pulling him back so you can kiss along his jaw towards his neck. His hand finds its way back to your clit, teasing it softly but enough to make your body twitch.
“Cody,” you whine against his skin. “Please.”
“Please what, baby girl? Tell me what you need. I’ll do anything you fucking need me to do.” When Cody’s fingers start to rub circles on your clit, you respond by biting his neck to stifle your groan. “Fuck,” he whispers in your ear, bumping his head against yours. “Tell me.”
“I want you…”
Unable to focus due to Cody’s fingers still toying with your clit, you trail off with a soft moan, pushing Cody to lean back enough to see his eyes. You hope he can read it in your face, but he just stares back at you with his lips parted, waiting for you to speak. You urge him backwards, trying to guide him where you want him, so he kneels on the floor between your spread legs, waiting.
“Say it,” Cody commands, hands resting on your knees. “If you say it, I’ll do it.”
“Fuck, please eat my pussy,” you beg, cupping his jaw. “Please, Cody.”
“Anything for you, baby girl.”
Cody pushes your thighs further apart, before he leans in, giving a gentle bite to your inner thigh. He cuts his eyes to your face as his tongue begins to tease your clit. His tongue moves tenderly, ghosting as if it’s not even there, traveling to your entrance to push the tip in just for a moment. He flicks his tongue over your clit again, which causes you to roll your hips against his face.
“You taste so good,” he breathes against you.
Cody takes his time, teasing your clit to make sure you’re as wet as possible. His breath comes in soft pants against you, his tongue working with precision. You can’t help the way you moan, desperate and loud, grinding yourself against his face to urge him on.
“Calm down,” he whispers. “Just feel it.” You listen to Cody’s instructions, relaxing into the bed to focus on what he’s doing.
The concept of time escapes you, seconds stretching out into minutes until you feel like Cody’s been teasing you for hours. Slow and steady, his tongue swirls and laps, open mouth breaths escaping him. When his tongue pushes into your entrance once again, this time deeper, your body lurches in surprise, your hands grabbing for him.
“Easy, easy,” Cody mutters. “I’ll give you what you need.” As you feel his fingers slowly creeping around your entrance, you spread your legs wider, making Cody chuckle against you. “You’re fucking desperate when it comes to my fingers, huh? Why is that?”
“I don’t—”
All words escape you as Cody slips one finger inside of you, still teasing your clit so slow it’s maddening. You can hear how wet you are as his finger pumps into you at a snail’s pace. Cody’s free hand reaches for you, lacing his fingers with yours. Wiggling your hips and pressing your heels into Cody’s sides, you hope he takes the hint to stop teasing.
“Mmm,” he hums, giving you a quick glance. “Are you rushing me? Got somewhere else to be?”
“I just fucking want you,” is all you’re able to reply.
“You have me, baby girl. Now, let me concentrate.”
This time, when he dips back between your legs, his tongue is pressing harder, more urgent as it swirls around your clit. The way his tongue moves, flicking faster and with more expertise than you imagined possible, makes your body tremble. You’d never felt anything quite like it, and already you feel the tightness beginning to form within you. Cody, as if he senses your approaching orgasm, starts to suck on your clit, much to your surprise. Your gasp turns into a moan, overwhelmed with the sensation.
“Oh, fuck,” you moan. “Cody, fuck, don’t stop.”
You hate to admit that Cody was right. You hadn’t felt like this whenever anyone else had gone down on you, but you don’t want to tell him. While you’re briefly distracted with your thoughts, Cody slips a second finger inside of you pumping faster. Your back arches off of the bed, pushing yourself closer against his face.
“Fuck, daddy,” you moan, letting go of his hand and threading your fingers through his short hair to tug him closer. Cody growls against you, never faltering his pace. “It feels so fucking good,” you mutter, grabbing for Cody’s hand again. “Fuck, fuck!”
Cody curls his fingers, pumping faster as he continues to lick your clit. With a breathless groan, you peer down at him to see that he’s looking up at you already, his eyes devious. You tug his hand towards you, slipping two of his fingers into your mouth. He leans away, kissing and biting your inner thighs while his fingers continue to pump into you.
“You look so good right now,” Cody mutters. “The way you’re sucking on my fingers, moaning like that, you’ve got me so fucking hard.” You pull his fingers from your mouth, knitting your brows together as you try to make your voice stronger than you feel.
“I wanna suck your dick so fucking bad,” you pant, as Cody uses his now free hand to tease your clit.
“Yeah? You do?” Cody smirks, biting your thigh harder. “Maybe I’ll let you…maybe.” You know his eyes are still on you so you relax onto the bed, running your hands over your stomach and your breasts. Your fingers toy with your nipples and; even though you’re trying to put on a little bit of a show for Cody, you find yourself responding to your own touch. “Feels good?” Cody’s voice is slightly strained, as if he’s losing his composure.
“Mmhm,” you hum, peering back at him.
“Ya’know, you’re squeezing my fingers so fucking tight,” he whispers, kissing your inner thigh. “I don’t think you’ll be able to handle my dick.”
“Please, c’mon,” you whimper. “I wanna…I wanna come!”
“Yeah, you’re close already, I can tell. But you know what? I think I can make you squirt without even using my fingers. What do you think?”
Without warning, Cody pulls his fingers out of you and dives back in face first. He uses his fingers to keep you spread so he can focus fully on your clit. Your body is trembling and your breath is coming out quickly, missing with moans and pleading Cody’s name.
Both of Cody’s arms hook under your thighs, pulling you even closer to him as he sucks and licks your clit. You tighten your thighs around his head, grinding against his face as your climax approaches.
“Oh, God, Cody!” you exclaim, grabbing onto his forearms.
Even with your legs clamped around his head, Cody’s own moans are loud enough to be heard along with the sloppy way he eats you out. His fingers dig into your thighs firm enough to leave bruises, keeping you from wiggling away as you finally begin to unravel.
You’re reduced to moans and whimpers, spouting out pleads that barely make sense. Cody keeps working you through your climax and you immediately worry he’s going to keep going to get another from you, so you try to pry his hands away.
“Please wait,” you gasp, finding his grip to be much stronger than you have the capacity to overpower. “I need a sec, baby. Fuck!”
Cody chuckles, finally letting you go so he can sit back and peer up at you. Looking down at him through half lidded eyes, you can see the mess you’ve made of him. His face is wet, along with his shirt and waistcoat. You bite your lip, slightly embarrassed at how sloppy you must look.
“Fuck, that was beautiful,” Cody grins. “Better than I ever imagined.” Your body continues to tremble, as you ride through the residual waves. Your eyes slip closed, your lips parted to let out quick pants. “Talk to me, baby girl,” Cody whispers, kissing your inner thigh. “You okay?”
“I’m…fuck, that was so good, Cody. I really liked that.”
“I could tell,” he laughs, continuing to kiss and lick softly at your inner thighs. “I wanted to get another one out of you, but I think I got a little carried away for your first one.”
“Come here,” you whisper, reaching for him.
Leaving one more kiss on your thigh, Cody moves so he is leaned over you, bracing himself on the mattress with both hands. You gently take hold of his face, pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss stays tender at first, soft and sensual, until you are overcome with desire, leading you to kiss and lick along his jaw and neck. You taste yourself on his skin, and you follow the trail down to his throat.
“You’re gonna leave marks,” Cody mutters.
“Do you want me to stop?” you breathe against his neck.
“No,” he chuckles.
“Does that mean I can leave marks wherever I want?” you ask.
“I don’t have a match until next weekend, so I’m all yours.”
“I���ll keep that in mind.”
With all the energy you can muster, you push him gently to stand upright, and urge him to switch with you. When he sits on the edge of the bed, you kneel in front of him, fingers finding the buckle of his belt.
“Hey, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” you reply, glancing up at him. “Believe me, I really fucking want to.” He smirks, and nods his head, so you continue to undo his pants. “Jesus, Cody,” you mumble, pulling his length free and finally getting an eyeful of what he’s been bragging about.
“I told you,” he grins back. “I would have let you have it a long time ago.”
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you,” you reply, your hand gently wrapping around his erection. “I would have let you fuck me over a fucking pinball machine at that arcade if you wanted to.”
“Yeah?” Cody smirks wider. “I bet you fucking would have. You’ll let me do anything to you, won’t you?” Nodding your head slowly and peering up at Cody from beneath your lashes, you run your thumb over his tip to collect his pre cum. Making sure he keeps his eyes on you, you raise your hand to your mouth and lick the taste of him from your thumb.
“Mmm,” you hum, blinking slowly, teasing Cody. “I can’t wait to taste more.”
You stroke your hand over Cody’s slowly, sitting up higher on your knees so you can slowly spit to coat over his length. He lets out a soft him, and you glance up at him to see him loosening his tie and unbuttoning his top two shirt buttons. With your eyes still on Cody, you tease the head of his erection with the tip of your tongue.
“You’re so big, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to handle it,” you whisper, licking from his base to the tip, making sure to get a taste of the pre cum that’s leaking. Cody lets out a small hum, spreading his knees a little wider for you, inviting you in closer.
You swirl your tongue around his tip before taking it between your lips, sucking softly while your hand strokes lazily over him. Listening to the way Cody’s breathing starts to falter only slightly from your actions, you decide to take him a little further into your mouth.
Cody hums, putting his hand on your shoulder briefly, his fingers curling slightly behind your neck. When his thumb presses softly against your throat, you let out a small whimper, thinking about Cody choking you. You pull back, looking into his eyes to see that teasing glint you’ve grown accustomed to.
“You’re distracting me,” you whisper, still stroking your hand over him. “And I really, really want to do this. Please.”
“Are you…begging to suck my dick?”
“Does that turn you on?” you ask, sitting up higher to lean towards Cody’s face. “Me, on my knees, begging for your dick? Because I’m so fucking desperate for you?” Your hand starts pumping faster, adding a twist along with each stroke. Cody nods his head slowly, letting out quiet panting breaths as though he’s trying to maintain composure. “Please, daddy,” you beg. “Let me suck your dick. I fucking need to.”
“Need to,” Cody echoes, his voice low. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as his thumb runs across your bottom lip, then slips into your mouth, easing your jaw open. When you stick your tongue out of your mouth, Cody cuts his gaze to the action before back into your eyes. Leaning a little closer to you, he spits onto your tongue, before pushing your mouth closed. “Good girl,” he breathes.
You rest back into your haunches enough to take Cody’s length into your mouth, bobbing your head along with the motions of your hand. You’re sure you can feel Cody’s eyes on you, undoubtedly watching your every move. When he groans, you move faster, adjusting your jaw just a bit so that your teeth gently scrape. The action makes Cody inhale sharply, and you notice one of his hands grab a handful of the comforter below him.
“Damn,” he chuckles. “You love this, don’t you?” You hum a ‘yes’ in response, purposefully dragging out the hum to send vibrations through Cody’s shaft. The small moan that he lets out is vulnerable, completely uncharacteristic of him, but it only drives you to move faster.
Each movement takes Cody deeper into your mouth, so you place your hands on his thighs, opting to only use your mouth. Your pace quickens, bobbing your head, and hollowing out your cheeks as you try to take him as far as you can. Relaxing your throat you feel yourself taking him deeper than you expected, so you bring one of your hands back to steady him at the base of his shaft.
As soon as he hits the back of your throat, you pause, holding him as deep as you can for as long as you can. The noise that Cody releases is between a whimper and a moan, strangled as he tries to keep composure.
You keep still as long as you can, longer than you imagined you could given Cody’s size. When you pull off of him, you drag in a deep breath, spit dripping down your chin as you try breathe. Looking up into Cody’s eyes as your hand starts to jerk him again, you feel your heart skip a beat. His mouth is open, breath staggered, his eyes on you with a look that you’ve never seen from him before.
Desperate to get him off, you take him back into your mouth, picking up the pace even faster than before and using your hand to stroke what you can’t fit into your mouth. Cody’s groans of your name mixed between breathless expletives let you know he’s getting close, so you take your free hand to cup him lower.
“Fuck,” is Cody’s strained response as you massage his balls. His legs are restless, one of his hands resting on the back of your head, fingers pressing down.
When his climax hits, you can’t help but moan along with him, swallowing everything he gives as you work him until he tries to push you away.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants. You look up at him, wanting to remember the way that he looks, knowing that you were the one who made him feel that way. “Holy shit,” Cody says, looking down to you. “That was fucking incredible.”
“You taste good,” you say. He leans down to kiss you gently, and you can feel him shaking slightly from the waves of his own orgasm.
“I think you taste better,” he whispers against your lip. “Better than candy.” When you bite your lip, Cody smiles, a softer, less cocky smile than he normally gives you. He reaches for your shirt that lays on the floor and uses it to wipe your chin. “So, how about a shower?” Cody asks, tucking himself back into his pants.
“Together?”
“Of course,” he replies, helping you along with him so you’re both on your feet. “We can go for a drive, and then come back home so I can make you dinner. How does that sound?”
“Really good,” you mumble. “I love you, Rhodey.” He smiles and kisses your forehead.
“I love you, too, baby.”
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starlazergazer · 1 year
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Princess
Pairing: Anakin x reader
Summary: Anakin Skywalker with the unique ability to get under the senators skin is assigned as her protection for an upcoming speech on the senate floor.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 6k
A/N: Honestly just thought it’d be fun to write some protective Anakin stuff with some cute banter and here we are so I hope you enjoy!
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You dashed down the wide hallway as fast as your heels would allow you, flipping anxiously through your pages of notes trying to make as many facts stick in your brain as possible before you reached your meeting. The loud click of your heel against the hard floor every time you took a step calmed you slightly in it’s steadiness though nothing could fully take the edge off of the panic coursing through you as you headed into a meeting to prepare you for what was to be the most important speech on the senate floor of your career.
Not even looking ahead you rounded the corner, hearing the soft squeak of your head of securitie’s shoes from behind you as he briskly walked to keep up with you, trying to commit as many abstract numbers to memory as possible.
“Senator”
A single word broke through every thought running through your head, your entire body freezing at the sound of a familiar voice calling after you.
Spinning on your heel you made eye contact with the one and only Anakin Skywalker as he leaned casually against the wall just beside the corner you had just turned, apparently having walked past him without even noticing, if only he had done the same.
“Skywalker” you greeted with a curt nod, already spinning back on your heel and gazing back on your notes “I’m afraid I’m late to a meeting and don’t have time for whatever this is right now”
“Oh that’s okay” he called back after you and you could hear the smugness in his tone as he talked “from what I hear we will have plenty of time together in the coming days”
At this you froze again, spinning around to see Anakin had not moved from his position against the wall, clearly expecting his words to have such an affect on you as they did, halting you in your place. “And what does that mean?”
He smiled sweetly back at you, pushing himself dramatically off the wall and taking his time to stalk towards you, the smugness dripping off of him “Word from the council is that I am to be your Jedi security for your speech”
Again you were spinning on your heel, picking up speed again as you made your way to the meeting room neither in the mood nor having time for Anakin’s antics at this moment “I think I would know if I was assigned a Jedi guard”
You heard his shoes echo in the hallway as he sped up to fall into step with Cody behind you “You might want to talk to your head of security about that princess”
You halted in your steps, Anakin not missing a beat as he stopped on a dime too behind you, as you whirled around to face Cody, his guilty look telling you all you needed to know. “Cody, you didn’t”
“I didn’t know they would assign Padawan Skywalker to you when I asked” he defended himself quickly as you huffed, turning to continue your walk.
“Doesn’t matter when I didn’t need a guard in the first place” you sighed back in response, leading the two of them around another curve.
“As I’ve told you senator we need to take these death threats seriously” Cody called after you, his voice taking on the same serious tone it always did when lecturing you on safety “I promised your parents I’d keep you safe and that is what I intend to do”
In response you just shook your head softly, letting a small chuckle escape you as you walked “Using my parents worry against me like that – that’s a low blow Cody”
You could hear the smile in his voice as he responded just as you approached the door through which your meeting was to be held “If you would just listen to me then I wouldn’t have to Y/N”
You shook your head and paused in front of the door, spinning around the face the two men behind you “alright boys this shouldn’t take more than an hour I’ll see you both then”
“Very funny princess” Anakin cut in immediately, crossing his arms over his chest “we’re going in with you”
“Alright” you rolled your eyes, hugging your notes against your chest as you glared back at him “let’s get one thing straight you work for me here so if I say I meet you after then I meet you after. Cody can come in if he wants”
“Alright let’s get one thing straight” Anakin was quick to repeat you with a smug smile “I have been tasked with your safety so if I say I go where you go that means I go where you go”
You just glared back at him, clenching your jaw in frustration at everything at the moment. Anakin Skywalker held the unique ability to get under your skin like no other. Already this week was to be a pivotal one in your career, this was a meeting set with the sole intention of preparing you for that, you did not need Anakin Skywalker standing over you during it. He was nothing but a distraction.
But unfortunately, you were late and did not have time to argue with him.
One final glare at Cody who simply held up his hands in surrender before you turned back to Anakin “Fine but you stay in the corner, and you stay quiet”
“As you wish your highness”
And with a loud groan you opened the door and walked in, watching as thankfully Anakin and Cody broke immediately to the edges of the room silently.
Maybe you could make it through this week afterall.
-
The meeting had gone alright. You left with about a million notes on your speech which would be good if only each note didn’t directly contradict the others. Everyone at the meeting was on the same side, each fighting for the same thing though each had their own version of it making your job of explaining your position to the senate very difficult to do.
You could feel your legs going numb from sitting at your desk for so long, trying to fit everything that everyone wanted into your speech but still make it make sense. A part of you had to admit your mind had turned to mush hours ago but you couldn’t give up until you had it figured out, everyone was counting on you and you could feel the expectations like weights on your shoulders.
“Do you ever sleep?” The exact voice you didn’t want to hear sounded from in front of you and looking up from your papers you saw the familiar jedi sitting in one of the chairs in front of your desk, not exactly sure when he had gotten there.
“I vaguely remember what that is” you responded with a tired sigh, rubbing a hand over your face as your eyes drooped ever so slightly.
Anakin chuckled back in response, lounging back in his chair “I recommend you become better acquainted with it. Looks like you could use some”
“Thanks” You rolled your eyes, forcing your posture straighter as you looked back down at your notes, picking up your pen once again “But I have work to do, if you’re tired you can sleep though. I won’t hold it against you”
Anakin was silent for a moment in response, the only sound in the room your pen scratching against the paper as you crossed out the sentence you had written just moments ago, only now realizing how ridiculous it sounded, before he broke it “you know I’ve seen you speak to the senate before”
You paused your writing, looking up through your lashes at him, curious to see where he was going with this. “I’d assumed you had”
“I just mean you have a natural charisma and ability to think of your feet” he explained to your surprise, your eyebrows drawing as you waited for the punchline, seeing nothing but honesty behind his eyes.
“I-uh” you stuttered slightly, “thank you”
Anakin smiled softly in response “I just don’t see why you have any reason to worry so much about this one. You’re a good speaker”
Again you were drawing a blank on response, not having expected this softness, this genuiness from Anakin. “It’s just-“ and a part of you struggled to return it, struggled to admit to him your worries “we need more people on our side, I need them to hear me speak and understand the urgency with which we must act. People’s lives are on the line and in this moment it’s my responsibility to make the senate act. So this speech needs to be nothing short of perfect”
“And I don’t doubt it will be” Anakin’s response came quickly as he shifted forward in the chair, his elbows going to his knees “but I also know that you’re tired and anything you write now won’t be nearly as good as what you write tomorrow after a few hours of sleep”
And though you didn’t want to admit it you knew he was right. You had been trying to rewrite the same section for an hour now and you were fried. You needed a break.
So with a defeated sigh you stood up, stretching your arms above your head and relishing the pops that came from your joins as you stretched them out “yeah alright”
“Never thought I’d see the day the great senator L/N agrees with me” Anakin laughed as he stood too, following you out of your office.
“Don’t push your luck Skywalker”
-
Anakin took longer to join you and Cody for breakfast, you barely acknowledging him as he walked into the room as you scribbled more notes on your speech as you ate. Not yet ready to admit that Anakin was right, your writing was better after some sleep, but undoubtedly appreciative of his suggestion.
“So what’s on the schedule for today?” Anakin asked, his voice still a little gruff from sleep as he filled his plate “just work on the speech in your office, right?”
“No senator Organa just asked for a meeting” you muttered not looking up from your writing “We leave for that in about an hour”
Anakin just shook his head, still giving most of his attention to the food as he spoke “absolutely not”
Your writing halted, your gaze snapping up to him with drawn brows “what? Why not?”
“Could be a trap” he answered simply as he put his first forkful of food in his mouth.
“a trap?” you couldn’t help but laugh, sending your gaze to Cody across the table “from senator Organa? I’ve known the man my whole life”
“Sure but was it senator Organa who told you about this meeting or someone who works for him?”
Again, you eyed Cody suspiciously, the man sending you back the same look before you responded “It was someone who works for him”
“Someone you have seen before?” Anakin asked it what could be described as a bored tone, egging on your frustration as he drew out his objection.
“No but Senator Organa has lots of people who work under him; he is a senator” you defended.
“So to clarify senator Organa did not ask for this meeting, a random person came to your door and told you to meet them privately?”
“Senator Organa sent someone who works for him to me to arrange a meeting” you repeated through clenched teeth “something he has done before”
“And now you have death threats hanging over your head”
“I usually have death threats hanging over my head” you countered.
Anakin froze at that, his gaze whipping around to meet Cody’s as his tone grew serious “is that true?”
Cody looked between you and Anakin nervously, clearly not happy to have been caught between the two of you “the senator if very good at making enemies”
“How long?” Anakin asked, his voice raising slightly in anger and he stared between you and Cody. The two of you sharing a look before you answered.
“A few months?”
“You have been receiving death threats for a few months and no one told me” He glared between the two of you again and it was as if you were being scolded by a teacher, feeling yourself growing smaller on the spot “why speak up now?”
This he directed at Cody and even he cowered under the Jedi’s gaze slightly “these were the first to mention a time and place. The rest were just general threats”
“Oh and general threats to the senators life aren’t worth your time to investigate?” he practically spat at Cody prompting you to stand up, feeling the need to defend your head of security.
“I ordered him not to, in fact I ordered him not to this time as well, so Cody is the only reason you are here now. If you are going to be mad at anyone, be mad at me.”
“Oh I am” he responded back, turning his gaze back to you as he stood as well “that is why you’re not going to that meeting today”
“I am going to that meeting today” you countered “senator organa is my friend and I will not blow him off simply because of your superstition”
“You’re not going to that meeting today” Anakin repeated himself, leaning forward onto the table, his face inching closer to yours as he spoke “and if I had it my way you wouldn’t be making that speech on the senate floor tomorrow”
You clenched your jaw back at him, trying your best to contain your anger, trying your best to calm yourself enough to try and compromise with Anakin. “What if we went to Senator Organa’s rooms now?” you asked, leaning back slightly, trying to ease the tension in the room “We can ask him then if it was him who sent the man or not”
At this Anakin leaned back from the table too, his arms crossing over his chest as he thought it through before reluctantly agreeing “Fine, we can go talk to Senator Organa”
“Good” you tried to keep as much of your triumphant smile off your face as you sat down, returning back to your food. “we’ll leave after breakfast”
Anakin just grunted in response, sitting back down at the table “least you could do is not seem so happy about it”
You couldn’t have fought the grin from growing on your face if you tried.
-
Your position now nearly mirrored the one you were in yesterday. You leading Anakin and Cody through the halls, a steady click of your heels against the floor followed by the more muffled tones of their steps just behind you. You walking as quickly towards Senator Organa’s rooms as you could, more than ready to prove to Anakin that he was wrong.
“Do you always have to walk this fast princess?” he called from behind you making you roll your eyes as you rounded the corner.
“If you can’t keep up you’re more than welcome to stay back at the rooms” you heard a strained chuckle from Cody he tried to keep in, the man more than used to your hurried pace.
“I’m just saying what’s the usual expression, stop and smell the-“ he froze on the spot, his words dying in the air as you started to approach Senator Organa’s door, prompting you to turn your head and raise an eyebrow at him.
“Wait let me go in first” any teasing in his tone had dropped completely now, his tone going fully serious making you want to roll your eyes.
“These are Senator Organa’s rooms it’s fine-“ you started to object though he cut you off.
“Y/N I’m serious, let me go in first”
And it was his hard serious tone you were used to, one that meant he was a jedi on jedi business not to be messed with, but there was an undercurrent of softness to it, almost pleading, that was what made you pause.
And he called you your name.
Not princess, not your highness, not senator, but your name. You weren’t sure the last time he had done that.
So despite everything you just nodded, letting him slip around you to the door, not even knocking before he opened it and stalked into the room, one hand on his lightsaber.
And though a part of your brain protests that he was just kidding, trying to rile you up for fun, that he wasn’t serious. Another part of you could feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach, a small ringing in your ears, another part of you didn’t want Anakin going in there alone.
But you waited outside the room, your eyes on Cody as he kept one hand on the blaster at his side, his eyes never leaving yours as Anakin stalked into the room.
Then you heard the jedi swear from inside of the room followed by something you were actually meant to hear “Don’t come in here”
And you could see Cody’s eyes widen in warning, see him predict what you were going to do before you did it, but you were too fast for him.
You ducked under his arm as it came up to grab you, easily sweeping through the doorway into the familiar rooms.
Anakin stood in the center of the room, his gaze fixed off into the corner, at what you just couldn’t quite see yet.
“No Y/N don’t” and you could hear the pleading in his tone again, could see him walking towards you ready to push you out of the room, but still you pushed forward, walking until what Anakin had been looking at finally came into focus.
It was the man from this morning, the man who had asked for a meeting on Senator Organa’s behalf, the man you had spoken to no more than an hour before, dead on the floor.
“Is he-“ it was all the words you could get out, feeling the panic start to rise in you, feeling the bile start to rise in your throat.
“Come on” and Anakin was there again, his hands going to your shoulders, softly guiding you back towards the door. Your feet were delayed in their response, struggling to keep up with your body as it moved back towards the door, your eyes never breaking from the man’s body in front of you.
You barely registered that Cody was there as you came back out to the hallway, stumbling for the wall next to the door, desperate for something steady to cling too as your body seemed to hum, practically vibrating on the spot.
You stared blankly out into the distance as you heard your heartbeat in your head, could feel it going wild as you started to struggle to breath, just not able to get enough air down your throat.
In the background you could hear Anakin calling your name, not fully recognizing that he was talking to you until two hands came to either side of your face, physically drawing your gaze to meet his.
“Princess I need you to breathe” and there was that damned nickname again. And though you hated when he called you that you had to admit there was some comfort in the familiar, something breaking the spell just enough that you could hear him.
You forced yourself to slow down, forced yourself to take a slow deep breath before you reached up to his wrists and pulled his hands from your cheeks.
“Is he-“ and again you couldn’t get all the words out, couldn’t bring yourself to ask the full question, though Anakin didn’t need it.
“He is” he nodded gravely, letting you just hold onto his arms for a moment as you focused on breathing, getting the rhythm back under control before it finally hit you, your brain finally calming enough to make the next logical leap.
“Senator Organa is he-“ Again the words didn’t come all the way out but Anakin was already shaking his head, his hands coming to your shoulders as if to physically stop the panic from rising in you once again.
“I don’t know yet” he admitted, eye contact breaking briefly to go to Cody just next to you before coming back to meet yours “But I will find out, you go with Cody, go back to your rooms do not open the door for anyone. I’ll go see where senator Organa is, make sure he is okay”
“You promise?” You asked him before your head could even catch up, before you realized you had basically just agreed to leave the situation and let Anakin go alone. Though admittedly for the first time you were glad not to be the person everyone relied on to fix something. You were glad Anakin could now be that person.
“I promise” he repeated with a soft squeeze to your arm, giving you one last reassuring look before straightening back up to his full height, turning to Cody without letting your arm fully go.
“Straight back to the room, open the door for no one but me” he instructed.
“yes Jedi” Cody’s voice was about as serious as you had ever heard it, nodding at the Jedi’s orders before extending an arm to you.
Giving Anakin one last look you broke from his grasp and walked into Cody’s, your head of securities arm going protectively around you as you crashed into his side, noting that his hand never strayed from the hilt of his blaster as he led the two of you back down the hallway towards your rooms.
Your pace slower than it had ever been.
-
You had thought you wouldn’t be able to do anything for the rest of the day. After seeing the body in Senator Organa’s room, you had shut down, could feel your brain just stop, your body freeze, no thoughts running through your head other than you had just talked to him, he was just alive.
Instead as Cody brought you back to your room you made immediately for your office, sitting behind your desk, ignoring Cody as he hovered in the doorway, eyes roaming around the room.
Looking down at the marked-up speech you had spent so long on your eyes glossed over the words. They were elegant, poised, perfectly political, trying to persuade others to your side through half truths and careful omissions. It was garbage with an elegant flourish.
You crumpled the paper in your fist and tossed it into the trash, grabbing another piece and letting your hand fly across it with quick steady words. And though you knew what you wrote now wouldn’t be perfect, wouldn’t be better said than what you had written before, you knew what you wrote now would be passionate, it would be honest.
The time flew by and you made no note of it, not pausing for anything you just wrote, a stead stream of consciousness onto the page as you demanded attention rather than pleaded for it, demanded respect and help for the people of the republic because that was who you served, not other members of the senate.
You hadn’t noticed Anakin walk in, had noticed him pause before your desk, hands crossed behind his back, until he cleared his throat.
The pen froze against the page as your eyes snapped up to his noting his somber expression though not letting it allow your brain to jump to any conclusions. “senator Organa?”
“He’s okay” Anakin was quick to assure you in a soft voice “wasn’t even aware of anything that had happened”
“Good” you all but whispered, not taking any more time before your gaze dropped back to the page and you resumed writing.
“How are you senator?” Anakin’s voice sounded again though you didn’t look up this time, didn’t halt your writing.
“Busy” you answered honestly knowing it wasn’t the answer he would want, not really caring in this moment.
“The speech?” Anakin tried again, you could hear the chair groan slightly as he sat down in it “still trying to polish it?”
“I scrapped the speech” you answered simply, not explaining yourself further.
Anakin froze on the spot, his eyes going to Cody’s in the corner who shared the same bewildered expression. “You scrapped your speech?”
“Yes” another simple answer, another attempt to get him to leave you alone.
“Why would you do that?” Anakin asked, shifting forward in his chair desperately trying to draw your attention to him. “You’ve been working on that speech for weeks, it was good it was-“
“It wasn’t enough” you cut him off, finally looking up at him with a hard expression, the pen freezing in your hand though you refused to drop it “It was soft and political and what is going on, what I’m trying to do here matters. I can’t tiptoe around the issue, can’t spare a senator’s feelings, I need them to listen to me, and that speech won’t do it”
“But surely the speech you’ve had over a dozen senator’s opinions on is the better one to present-“
“People are dying Anakin” you cut him off again, glaring down at the jedi from your desk “That man died because of what we are trying to do here, and I cannot let his death be in vain. I will not let his death be in vain”
You hated the soft, sad expression Anakin was giving you in that moment. The pity in his eyes showing that he could see right through you, right through your anger, right through this façade you had built up before him. You were used to Anakin’s anger, used to his reckless decisions, used to him doing anything and everything for what he thought was right. Why the pity now that you were attempting to do the same?
“His death isn’t on you Y/N”
And there was that name again, there was that stupid argument you had been having with yourself since seeing his body. Because no matter which way you spun it how could it not be?
“He was sent to silence me. Sent to make sure I didn’t speak today. Least I can do is prove they were right to be scared of me”
Anakin didn’t say anything at first, didn’t comment, just stared at you, eyes dancing back and forth between yours as if looking for something within them before speaking “okay. You have three hours before you’re expected on the senate floor. Make them count”
-
You paced anxiously back and forth in front of the door to the senate floor, waiting for your name to be called, waiting for your chance.
Your new speech was clutched tightly in your hand and for the first time since you had written the words you doubted them, doubted yourself. You were a politician, flowery language was your weapon, it was what you used to persuade people to your side and now more than ever, persuasion was what you needed.
No matter how much passion you spoke with out there you weren’t getting anyone to your side if you were screaming at them. And that’s exactly what this new speech did.
“You’re going to do fine” Anakin spoke from just beside the door with what could be described as an amused smile on his face were he not so clearly on edge.
He clearly was trying to be relaxed, leaning nonchalantly against the wall, arms crossed casually across his chest. Beneath it, however, you could see the rigidity in his posture, every muscle of his tense, his eyes repeatedly scanning the area.
You just offered him a small nod in response, continuing your pacing, running through your speech over and over in your head.
“I know you rewrote the speech and everything” Anakin drew your attention back to him, a hand reaching into his robes as he spoke “but just in case the first one had something good I grabbed this” and he pulled out a small, folded stack of papers.
You could see the wrinkles in the paper from where he held it out, knowing instantly what it was. “My speech” you breathed out, eyes snapping up to his. “You found it”
“Figured I’d grab it just in case” He shrugged as if it were nothing, offering you a small but comforting smile as you slowly grabbed the pages from him, unfolding the paper, relieved to see all of your work there.
“Thank you” the words came out in almost a whisper as your eyes scanned the page, already working to commit the words to memory “Anakin this means a lot”
And you watched his face pause for a moment, his mouth dropping ever so slightly open before growing into a grin “You’re welcome, Y/N”
You thumbed the pages, scanning as much as possible before you heard your name echo faintly from inside, a light on the outside of the door signally it was about to open. You walked to the center of the door, giving yourself a moment to set your posture, shoulders back, head held high, a deep breath to fill your chest.
You sent Anakin a look from the side of your eye, putting as much confidence into yourself as possible despite how little you felt.
“Good luck senator” Anakin sent you a small nod before the sound of the door opening drew both of your attention.
And the senate floor opened in front of you, your own platform waiting to take you to the center of the room.
You gave yourself a moments pause, one last second out of the senators eyes before you walked through the door, a rambunctious applause greeting you like a wall of sound.
You gave an appreciative small bow as you made your way towards the platform, steps from it before you heard your name being called from behind you.
Glancing back you saw Anakin crouched slightly, one arm extended to you, his other hand holding the hilt of his lightsaber.
You turned more fully towards him, eyebrows drawn in confusion, barely able to hear him over the sounds of the applause.
“Y/N come back something is-“
And Anakin didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before the explosion sounded.
You’d heard it before you felt it, the large boom, the light washing the walls in front of you, then the force of the blast hitting your back, throwing you forward before you could even contemplate what was happening.
You saw Anakin lunge forward, saw his outstretched arms try and catch you but he was just too far away, just a bit too slow before you hit the floor.
-
The first thing to hit your eyes when you opened them was the bright white med lights prompting you to groan and immediately shut them again, your hands coming to them to try and rub out the green shadows they burned onto your eyelids.
“And just when I was getting used to the sound of silence you just had to wake up” the familiar teasing voice drew you attention to the side of your bed to see Anakin, lounging in a chair.
“We both know you’d get bored of silence in seconds” you rasped out, groaning as you tried to sit up, sending Anakin a thankful nod as he immediately got to his feet to help you.
“How’re you feeling princess?” He asked, the teasing tone dropping from his voice but it still stayed light and easy, genuinely wanting to know.
“I’m okay” you answered immediately, Anakin quickly sending you a look that had you changing your answer for a more honest one “My head kind of hurts”
“Let me see if I can get the droid to give you something for that” he was immediately making for the door, giving you little time to react before he was springing into action.
“No Ani I’m fine” you called after him, grabbing his hand before he could get any further.
Your hand on his to stop him clearly wasn’t needed as he stopped immediately at the sound of your voice, turning on the spot to face you again, his expression a mix of awe and delight “what did you just call me?”
You could immediately feel yourself go on the defensive, trying to retract your hand but Anakin held it in place, eyes staring down into yours waiting for you to answer “Ani – figured you’ve got a million nicknames for me you need one of your own” you explained sheepishly “do you not like it?”
“No I-“ he paused, sitting back down in his chair but bringing it up closer to the bed, fully encapsulating your hand in both of his “No I like it”
You could immediately feel the blush rising up to your cheeks no matter how hard you tried to stop it, breaking eye contact with Anakin to try and hide it.
“I’m sorry about your speech” He drew your attention back to him “all that work for nothing”
You shook your head at that “It’s okay. If anything they’re paying attention to me now more than ever. Should really come in handy when I try again”
“Try again” he sighed out though you knew he wasn’t surprised by your words “of course you’d try again”
“Now more than ever I have the eyes and ears of the entire senate” you cried out with a small laugh “I can’t let an opportunity like that go to waste”
And with a dramatic sigh Anakin’s head rested on top of your entwined hands as he stared up at you, sparkles in his eyes and a small smile on his face he just couldn’t rid himself of “you princess will be the death of me”
“That’s okay now that there has been a genuine attack on my life they’ll give me an even better Jedi guard” you teased, relishing the way Anakin simply hummed back at you with a raised brow and a soft smile “Do you think Obi-wan’s available?”
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(i'm gonna send you like a million asks omg but) PLEASE, I MUST KNOW ABOUT THE TONY AWARDS
Hello, my dear! Congratulations, you get to go first!!!
For The Truth That Once Was Spoken prompts, a fill for Tony Awards (~800 words):
Red carpets were always longer than they looked.
Obi-Wan had been to the Olivier Awards a few times. The BAFTAs, too. The Academy Awards, notably, once, with Satine, when their public image as a couple had been at its highest.
Somehow he’d never made it to the Tonys.
Most years it had been part of his avoiding-New-York MO. He and Cody could’ve gone in 2024 – the West End respected the Tonys, even if it wasn’t a part of them – but they’d only been in London together a few months at that point, the long plane rides to see each other for brief weekends too close in their memories. So Cody had popped popcorn and they’d watched them (taped, a day late) on the old cough in Obi-Wan’s London flat. It wasn’t a great year for Tony-eligible performances anyway. Britney Spears, Imelda Marcos, and Back to the Future? None of it was really Obi-Wan’s taste.
This year, though? He and Cody wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
Obi-Wan took Cody’s hand as they strolled along, pausing occasionally for photos and enthusiastic beat reports. Anakin and Padmé were a little ways ahead. They’d had a hell of a time finding a babysitter for one-year-old twins on Tony Award night in New York. Padmé’s sister Sabé had begrudgingly driven in from western Massachusetts to help out. So here they were – Padmé looking glamorous as ever, Anakin looking like he badly needed a haircut.
The woman of the hour herself was no doubt already backstage getting ready for her big performance.
When they finally found their seats an hour or so later, Cody gave Obi-Wan’s arm a squeeze. “Nervous?” he asked quietly.
“I shouldn’t be,” Obi-Wan admitted. “She has this in the bag. Still. The Broadway League can be…”
“Racist as hell?” Cody supplied with a quirk of his eyebrow.
“I was going to say willfully blind to Black excellence, but yes.” Obi-Wan sighed. “She’s going to win. She just has to.”
“As long as it doesn’t go to the one white actress nominated,” Cody muttered as the crowd around them started to quiet. “It’s not like Ahsoka’s the only deserving nominee. Eva Noblezada was amazing in The Great Gatsby.”
Obi-Wan glared at him. “Cody Fett, don’t you dare suggest you want her to win any less than I do. Anyway, that show was a disaster, Eva and Jeremy’s performances aside.”
“I’m just saying…”
“Well, stop saying.”
The lights dimmed, but not before Obi-Wan caught of glimpse of Cody’s smirk in his direction. Of course Cody was rooting for Ahsoka as much as he was. Maybe even more. It was just more fun to rile Obi-Wan up about it.
The opening patter by the hosts was interminable. Thankfully the nominee performances started with (in Obi-Wan’s opinion) the best: Ahsoka and the new revival cast of The Wiz. They had chosen a predictable set, starting with Ease On Down the Road and transitioning neatly into So You Wanted to See the Wizard. The company spun and glittered their way through a segment of No Bad News, which Obi-Wan quite enjoyed. Then finally, the stage cleared, leaving a single spotlight and a standing mic.
Ahsoka stepped into the light.
“When I think of home, I think of a place…”
It was a different part of her range than she’d used in her two prior Broadway roles, both vocally and emotionally. Obi-Wan had thought so when they’d seen the show a few months back, and it hit him again. As Janis she’d been teenage-edgy, as Eponine tough with a heartfelt core. But as Dorothy she was able to bring both soul and sweetness, qualities she brimmed over with but hadn’t had many opportunities to show.
Obi-Wan was on his feet almost before the final chord faded, the whole audience with him.
The other performances were fun, though Obi-Wan personally thought none of them measured up to Ahsoka’s. Still, it was nice to see a revival of Tommy, and The Notebook was nowhere near as awful as he’d expected. And Eva Noblezada was indeed amazing, much as it pained him to admit it.
Finally, the category they’d been waiting for all night.
“And the Tony Award for Best Performance by a Leading Actress in a Musical goes to…” Obi-Wan gripped Cody’s hand hard enough to bruise. “Ahsoka Tano!”
Their section erupted in cheers. Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s distinctive ear-splitting whistle. The noise hardly died down as Ahsoka made her way to the stage to accept her trophy.
“Thank you all so much,” Ahsoka said tremulously into the microphone as the cheering finally petered out. “It means so much to be to be up here. The Wiz has been such an incredible experience. I’m so grateful for the support of my castmates, my family…” She took a breath. “My girlfriend Barriss – ”
Obi-Wan missed what she said next over the sound of Cody’s loud, proud cheering.
That was all right. He’d watch the broadcast back later.
FYI, there really is a revival of The Wiz coming in 2024 - check out Nichelle Lewis' amazing performance of Home on The View, which inspired this snippet!
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ihathbenobiwankenobied · 11 months
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Just a soft little fic of codywan sharing a moment in the rain :)
The rainforest fulfilled its promise as clouds gathered overhead and rain poured down. Obi-Wan and Cody had been waiting for their intel for hours, pacing between a triangle of trees.
They had agreed to meet with their source at coordinates two klicks inside the forest, and they had been waiting for hours, sitting by a makeshift fire to counteract the cool air. Obi-Wan had watched the sky as dark clouds rolled across the sky, “We should find somewhere to take cover while it passes.” He muttered as a drop of rain landed on his forehead.
Cody watched fondly as Obi-Wan blinked rapidly, smiled, and wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. “Sure, General. I saw a cave just over there.” Cody pointed to where he could see it far in the horizon between the sweeping trunks of the tall trees.
“Ah perfect, Cody. You’ve always had a keen eye.” 
Cody watched Obi-Wan’s lips curl into a frown as they walked. He kept eyeing the sky like it had done something to personally offend him.
“Something wrong, Sir?” Cody asked, looking up through the leaves of the trees to see if there was something he had missed. 
“I’m afraid storms here can take a few hours. Our contact will be late, I’m sure.” Obi-Wan shrugged, then looked back toward the cave they were rapidly approaching, “I suppose we will have to wait.”
“We need the intel; I’m sure General Skywalker can hold things down at the base.” Cody replied, hoping his reassurance would do something to quell Obi-Wan’s concerns. Cody himself was unconcerned; he was not opposed to taking a few hours to sit and relax. The war was long, and brutal, and ever stretching him to his limits. He knew Obi-Wan felt the same, though he was less likely to admit that. 
Like Cody, Obi-Wan felt an urge to protect, and that urge led to pushing himself until every bit of his energy had all but dissipated. 
A few hours, alone in the forest, wasn’t a bad thing. If not for the reason of rest, Cody would never complain about more time with his General. Obi-Wan was a beacon of light in the darkness. He was a soul that glimmered like gold even on the cloudiest days. It was hardly something to ignore
They approached the cave with caution, Obi-Wan entering first with his lightsaber lit and eyes scanning over the features of the walls and loose stones for signs of life. He waved Cody in after a moment, and then went to sit on a flat rock close to the ground. Cody followed suit, sitting next to him on the ground. 
It was then the rain picked up, pulsing against the ground like raining blaster fire. “Quite the weather.” Obi-Wan said with a chuckle, “Can’t imagine I’d want to live here if it was just going to rain all day.”
Cody laughed, a smile creeping onto his face without permission, “What? You don’t like getting mud all over your kit? Don’t like your tunics soaked with water?” 
Obi-Wan shook his head and water droplets fell from his unruly auburn hair and trickled down the sides of his face into his beard. “I can’t say that I do.”
Easy silence fell over them, as if often did. Cody never considered himself one for small talk, and Obi-Wan never seemed to mind. They sat for several minutes, and Cody watched the rain splash into the mud.
For once, his mind was quiet, free from all the noise of blasters and the vode and the endless reminders of the next battle to come. He basked in it, letting his thoughts dissolve into nothingness for only a few seconds before they were back to Obi-Wan.
Copper hair and blue eyes.
But he wasn’t just that, he was intelligent and kind, more compassionate than Cody had been expecting when he’d first seen the General’s little glowing picture the day he was assigned to the 212th. Cody had grown to allow himself the occasional privilege of a moment of appreciation for him.
Obi-Wan looked out on the muddy forest, something between fondness and regret written on his face. Cody found him hard to read. 
“What are you thinking about?” Cody asked quietly, his voice only just loud enough to be heard over the pounding rain. 
“Thinking about? Oh, nothing really.” Obi-Wan answered too quickly with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. 
“You’re lying.” Cody said pointedly, “Really, what’s on your mind?” 
Obi-Wan sighed, then turned where he sat on his stone, “Sometimes I wish I could enjoy moments like these more, but for some reason… I can’t.”
Cody wanted to say he already knew that, but restrained himself. “Why can’t you?” He asked instead.
Obi-Wan nearly snorted, “I’ve never been good at stopping. I hate when things hang over my head, just waiting for me to complete them. I suppose there will always be something I have to do.” The General shook his head.
“You’re right.” Cody said after a pause, because Obi-Wan was right about everything he’d said. But it didn’t have to be that way. “But what if you could learn to enjoy doing nothing?” 
Obi-Wan considered that for a moment, then offered a shrug, “I’m afraid I don’t have a teacher.” 
It was the invitation Cody had been waiting for, “I can teach you. Let’s start now.” He stood up, shucking his pack where it was still strung on his back, and pulled his bucket off of his head. “Come with me.” 
He held out his hand to Obi-Wan, whose eyebrows were raised, “Where are we going?” He asked as he took Cody’s hand, slotting their palms together like it was always meant to be that way to begin with.
“Out there. In the rain.” Cody clarified, and began to pull his arm. Obi-Wan made a noise of protest, “Oh, c’mon, we’re already soaked, what’s a little more water?” Cody offered a smile, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks when Obi-Wan shook his head in defeat. 
“If you insist.” 
“I do.”
And then they were out in the rain, running through the mud without abandon. The rain cascaded over them quickly, little droplets running down Cody’s face and soaking through his hair. Obi-Wan dragged a hand through his flattened locks where they stuck to his forehead and pulled them back over his head. 
“Now what?.” He yelled out, though his eyes smiled.
“Let’s dance.” Cody yelled back, and took Obi-Wan’s other hand. Obi-Wan’s cheeks grew red when Cody pulled him close, their chests almost touching. 
It was clumsy, Cody’s feet moving in the opposite directions of Obi-Wan’s and their arms entangled at strange angles, yet, at the same, it felt equally natural. Obi-Wan laughed, eyes brighter than Cody had seen them in a long time. Cody let his own laughter out in loud sweeps when Obi-Wan accidentally stepped on his toes. 
“You’re a terrible dancer, Cody.” Obi-Wan said after he caught his breath.
“Oh and you’re so much better.” Cody rolled his eyes and dropped Obi-Wan’s hands so he could wrap his palms around Obi-Wan’s waist. 
They stood close together now, completely still.
Obi-Wan’s breath felt warm against the water droplets painted on Cody’s face. 
Their eyes locked and Cody’s heart melted in his chest.
“Commander.” Obi-Wan spoke in a whisper, his head leaning in, just brushing against Cody’s forehead. 
“General.” Cody responded feeling the compulsion to lean in, to feel every part of Obi-Wan. 
Obi-Wan’s lips were chapped, his beard ragged from a week without a shave, but under Cody’s gaze, he was the most beautiful he had ever been. It took Cody’s breath away. Obi-Wan’s cheeks were red, and he opened his mouth like he might say something, but there wasn’t anything to say, not anything that could cut the electricity that burned in between them.
So Cody leaned in, breath brushing across Obi-Wan’s lips.
Closed his eyes.
And suddenly everything was as it always should have been all along. Obi-Wan’s lips were soft against his, a feather-light touch, but it sent a shiver down Cody’s spine.
It was only a moment, and they pulled apart, Cody’s eyes searching Obi-Wan’s for something like approval or disdain or surprise.
“I–hello.” Obi-Wan said, with a hint of a smile. Cody reached out to swipe away a few droplets of water with the pad of his thumb.
“Hi.” Cody replied.
Their staring continued until Obi-Wan cleared his throat. 
“I think I’ve learned how to enjoy doing… nothing.” Obi-Wan said, taking a step back so Cody could see his face, see the redness that had gathered around his neck crawling up into his cheeks and forehead. “You’re quite a teacher.”
“Oh? That’s all it took to teach you how to relax?” Obi-Wan smiled brightly, brighter than both Tatooine suns in the middle of the afternoon. 
“I’m a fast learner.” 
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enigmatist17 · 11 months
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Fox is on my brain again, my lovely little Courscant Commander <3
Sort of a follow-up to this
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He'd never held a lightsaber before, the weapon just a dead weight in his hand. He wasn't really sure what to expect from the thing, but knows far too well how easily it could slice through a being like butter, so he holds it like glass.
The body still in front of him was proof of that, milky eyes staring unseeing out the window at a city he no longer controlled. Those same eyes always watched, in a way that haunted Fox in his dreams the few hours he slept. Not anymore.
"Fox?" It takes the commander a moment to recognize he's being spoken to, and looks up to see Cody in front of him. "Fives is here, if you want to see him?"
"...right." The lightsaber is still in his hands as Fox follows Cody out of that wretched office, his men milling around further down the expansive hallway and whispering to each other. They stand at attention when Fox emerges, but he just shakes his head. "At ease."
"Sir, we found him, a little injured but he's alive." The tension that fell from Fox's shoulders could crush a lesser man, and he just claps each of them on the shoulder before going to follow Cody to Senator Amidala's office. He can hear Fives before he sees him, the man hysterical as he clings to Rex like he's the only solid thing in the world, a medical bot trying and failing to treat the man.
"Out, we'll handle it," Fox ordered the bot, and Rex gives him a grateful look once the clones are in the room alone. Cody all but teleports to Fives' side when they're alone, and Fives latches onto him like an upset child who's missed their parents. "Are you okay?"
"I am now." Fives looks exhausted and terrified, clearly wondering if he was truly safe now. "I-I have to tell you what I know!"
"We know..." Fox knelt down in front of the trio, and the lightsaber is placed on the ground. "Tell me, us, I need to know why Palpatine wanted you dead."
So he does, speaking of Tups' horrible death, the Kaminoians, and their desire to keep it from public knowledge, of trying so hard to let someone, anyone know. He's fighting through tears at the end, figuring he would have been killed when Fox's men came for him, and the relief when he's taken and protected instead. In the end, he finally goes silent, and Fox has to control his breathing as he slowly rises to his feet.
"You're safe now, I promise."
He doesn't even realize the lightsaber, which had been on the floor a moment ago, is somehow in his hand as he storms out the door.
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kybercrystals94 · 5 months
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To Fight Alongside Heroes
By KyberCrystals94
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Whumptober 2023 | Day 28 | Prompt 28: Sacrifice
Rating: G
Words: 593
Summary: Fives sits with Echo while he grieves lost brothers.
Fives wakes up in the middle of his sleep cycle to the sound of the barrack’s door sliding open and closed. He glances at his chrono. There isn’t a shift change for another two hours. He leans over the side of his bed to look down at Echo’s lower bunk. Empty.
Worried, Fives kicks off his blankets, drops to the floor, and makes his way out of the barracks as quietly as his sleep addled brain will allow.
Fives can’t help but marvel at how quickly the destruction of the battle has been cleaned up. There are still major repairs that need to be done to the outside of the city; however, the halls, which only a few hours earlier were stained in the blood of their brothers, are back to their pristine, sterile white. Like nothing even happened, like lives weren’t lost. Swept away like a bad mark on a record.
If it had been natborns killed on their home planet…
Thinking like that doesn’t help or change anything, so Fives pushes it to the back of his mind, putting his focus on finding his batch mate. Echo doesn’t usually go off on his own, and certainly not in the middle of the night when he doesn’t have a shift of some sort. So, Fives wanders on hastened steps, checking down each hall he passes.
He ends up at their old training room, the door’s lock unactivated. He goes inside.
Echo sits on one of the benches along the far wall. He is leaning forward, elbows propped on his knees, hands knotted together in tight fists, head bowed. Fives sits down next to him but doesn’t say anything. Echo doesn’t move, absolutely still. Fives sits back against the wall, eyes taking in the familiar room shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the safety lamps dimly illuminating the floor.
After several long minutes, when Echo still hasn’t moved or acknowledged him, Fives asks, “Are you alright?”
Echo’s head turns slightly. “I should be.”
“On who’s orders?” Fives leans forward, mirroring Echo, so that they are shoulder to shoulder. He nudges him. “Is it about Ninety-Nine?”
“It’s about all of it,” Echo growls. “It’s about every sacrifice we make for the Republic. I know what I said to Rex and Cody, but…it’s not fair. And I know that life isn’t fair, and never will be — but I’m tired of watching our brothers being used as cannon fodder.”
Fives reaches over and tugs on Echo’s wrist until Echo gives him his hand. Fives grips it painfully tight. “You can’t think like that, Echo. Our brothers deserve to be remembered for the heroes they were, for the lives they saved. Ninety-Nine died exactly where he wanted to be…on the front lines serving with his brothers. And we were there for it, Echo, we got to fight alongside him.”
Echo grips back. “I know,” he whispers.
“He’d be proud of us,” Fives goes on, “becoming ARCs. Domino Squad too. After they got over the shock, that is.”
A ghost of a smile trembles on Echo’s lips. “You didn’t seem surprised today, when they told us about our promotions.”
“I’ve always known we’d make ARCs someday,” Fives says.
“You could’ve let me in on the secret.”
Fives chuckles. “And ruin the surprise? I wouldn’t deprive you of that.”
“I miss them, Fives.” Echo’s voice breaks on the syllable of Fives’ name.
Fives wraps an arm around Echo’s shoulders, holding tight. “I know. I miss them too.”
And that’s when Echo finally begins to cry.
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Pairing : Damon Salvatore x Male reader
Tags: past relationship, unhappy , manipulation,
Word count: 499
Authors notes: my freaking laptop broke hoping to get it fixed but its taking awhile
Damon brought the bottle to lips as he watched the fire burn In the fire place. He rolls his eyes when he notices someone else is in the room with him.
“Does nobody knock anymore?”
“Damon “
He freezes “Y/N”
He doesn't look no matter how much he wants to; he knows that voice It’s a voice that haunts him even now because every time it comes back into Damon's life it leaves him in ruins, He stays watching the fire when he answers
“Missed me”
Yes, he has but he’ll be dead and rotting before he admits it to him, He brings the Bourbon bottle to his mouth again and acts indifferent towards the older vampire's question.
“Nope haven’t thought about you in a long time”
He Tenses When Y/N comes up behind him, he feels the warms of his breath against his neck when he leans to brush his lip against Damon’s ear “We both know that's not quite true, Tell me, does your heart still ache for me even after all these years?”
He clenches the bottle tighter, the asshole is right but he doesn’t have to know it. He finally looks at him Once Y/N finally come to sit beside him and damn he still look as pretty as the day he left .
“Aww It does, doesn’t it?” Y/N teased bring his hand to stroke Damon’s cheek “You still love me”
Absolute Dick
Damon Catches the older vampire’s wrist to stop him. “What are you doing here?”
Y/N sighs and take the bourbon from the vampires hand and takes a drink before replying
“I miss you and wanted to see you”
Damon scoffs and rolls his eyes he’s not stupid its all a game to Y/N it always had been. “You’re lying, you want something”
Cody put down the bottle he was drinking from. He slowly brought his hand to the vampires cheek“ I promise I'll stay this time, no more leaving” He said stroking his thumb across Damon’s cheek
Damon closed his eyes leaning slightly into the touch he shouldn’t really he shouldn’t but he’s never been one to do the right thing “I don’t believe anything you say”
“How about you let me prove it?” Y/N whispered brushing his lips lightly against Damon’s before pulling away. He doesn't get far before Damon is pulling him roughly against him and capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
“Fuck it”
Hours later Y/N lifts Damon arms off his waist and sits up he looks around the now destroyed bedroom, Noticing the broken glass on the floor he steps carefully over it once he finds him pants. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.
Me: It worked
Sent 4am
Unknown: Good boy , keep him busy
Received 4:02
Me: and then I'm done
Sent 4:07
Unknown: That’s the deal, Love - K
Sent 4:10
He turns the phone off before walking back over and slipping back into the sheets next to Damon.
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vodika-vibes · 18 days
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Poor Ashanii . . . 🥺 I wanna wrap her up in a hug because that’s what this baby deserves
She's a baby. She's Blue's baby and he can and will murder anyone who makes her feel like she's less than. His opinion of Ahsoka just plummeted, lol
Ashanii sits on Blue's knee as she tries to puzzle out her math homework at the table with seven or eight of her brothers. She's feeling much better...better enough to be able to do homework, at least. "Is Commander Cody still yelling at Master Kenobi?" Ash asks as she looks up from a math problem that's making her brow furrow. "Cody's trying to brow-beat him into therapy." Wooley says with an easy grin, "How's your homework coming?" "Math is dumb." "Come on, vod'ika," Wooley says with a broad smile, "Come over here and let your ori'vod help you." Blue allows her to slip off his lap and she circles the table to sit on Wooley's lap instead. When, exactly, she was adopted by the 212 is still beyond her, but she doesn't mind, really. More brothers is always better. Once Blue is sure that Ashanii is distracted with her homework he leans back in his seat, "So..." Check says with a small grin, "You're definitely adopting her, right?" "Yeah. As soon as I can bully General Tano into signing the paperwork." Blue replies, "And I still need to have a chat with Ash'ika about everything." Check raises a single brow. "She hasn't gone to General Tano once since she recovered from her sickness." Blue says dryly. "...she's doing her classwork willingly?" Check asks, "She hates schoolwork." "I think she's trying to learn how to be a jedi without any adult supervision." Blue says, "And I don't know how to fix that. General Tano didn't notice that she was missing for hours after all. Ashanii has every right to be upset about that." "Does Ash know that?" "She doesn't not know it." Blue replies, "We haven't talked about it yet. I'm waiting for her to come to me."
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16 for the spotify prompts?
This ended up being way longer than I intended. If you sent one in I'll definitely get to it eventually but I have houseguests this week and haven't had much time.
16. Every Day's A Lesson In Humility - Suki Waterhouse, Belle & Sebastian
I don't understand, I am afraid of me / No one gave me boundaries, they always said that I was free / I just need someone to get a hold of me / Tell me where I'm going wrong, tell me I'm the special one /So I should come into your life? / Come into your lifе / Come into your life / Stay a little whilе
Set in 2016, sort of a mid-ayitl canon divergent thing.
It started with a cup of coffee.
They hadn’t spoken in years. If he was attending Thanksgiving she stayed away until Christmas. If she was planning to be in Stars Hollow for New Years he needed to be in Philly. It was dumb. They both missed out on things that Luke and Lorelai would have liked to have had them both home for.
They both wanted things to be different, but after Christmas 2010, they both thought it was better to give each other a wide berth. Three or four too many glasses of Lorelai’s famous mulled wine and a sense of familiarity and comfort had led to kissing, which had led to feverishly undressing one another in the apartment over the diner, which had led to an awkward morning after when Rory dropped the bomb that she was moving to London two weeks later and this had just been a one night thing for her. “Unfinished business,” she’d called it before sneaking out at 5:30am so Luke wouldn’t see her when he opened the diner.
And that had been that. He started smoking again, spent a month in his cups, wrote an angry screed of a novella that he would never show anyone, and then moved on. He quit smoking, he joined a gym and got really into lifting heavy, he wrote another book, this one publishable, he worked, and he dated.
First there was Marina, long and willowy, with a vaguely euro accent even though she was from Pittsburgh. She laughed at all his jokes and smoked slims and would tumble into bed gamely at any time of day. But she didn’t like his moods and antisocial tendencies, she wanted to bar hop several nights a week, never content to stay in one place.
Then there was James, that lasted a little longer. He was serious and quiet but he had a keen sense of humor and the most beautiful shoulders and skin so dark it shone. But he was just as moody as Jess and they fought more often than not, never able to find the balance between them.
After that...he was single for awhile. In stasis, more or less. He went on dates here and there, had a situationship with a unitarian universalist priest and a friends with benefits arrangement with his second favorite bartender. He wrote two more books. Doula grew up in between his semi-regular visits to the Hollow. He got kind of famous, accidentally and his book tours got bigger and bigger.
He was in London in 2016 for a reading at London Review to promote his new book Breaking Eggs. He wasn't sure if it was jet lag or just good old fashioned insomnia but he'd barely been able to sleep all week. After the reading he tried again, popping a Benadryl and lying down for a couple of hours before he gave up the ghost and went out in search of a pint. He found himself in a little bar down the street from his hotel called The Toad and ordered a Blanton's neat. He could afford the good stuff now. He was settling into his stool with his battered copy of Visions of Cody, one he always liked to revisit in the fall, when a woman tumbled into the seat beside him, ordering a vodka collins in a voice that raised goosebumps on his skin.
"Rory Gilmore," he said, turning a little, raising a glass and an eyebrow to her.
"Jess!" she nearly fell off her stool, barely managing to collect herself and the purse and coat perched precariously on her lap. "What are you doing here?" She looked at him in bald amazement.
"Book tour. Couldn't sleep. You?"
She heaved a deep sigh. "Just broke up with my...well, whatever he was, we're through. Needed a drink."
"I'm sorry," he says. He cringes a little inwardly. What an inopportune moment to run into an ex.
"Don't be." She shook her head. The bartender set the glass in front of her and she takes a sip. "It needed to end. I wish it hadn't taken me so long to do it."
"Why did it?"
"It was...comfortable. It shouldn't have been, but it was. I haven't exactly figured out my path, it's embarrassing to admit it all these years later. Especially to someone who knew me back then. Someone who's...made a really successful life for himself and somehow also has the body of Greek god."
He snorted. "You're successful too. Vanity Fair, the New Yorker, New York Magazine, Vogue, The Atlantic."
She stared at him with that same amazed look. "You read my stuff?"
"Most of it." He shrugged. "I keep tabs. And Luke crows about your successes like he grew you himself."
She laughed, "Well, it's just all freelance. Journalism right now is..."
He nodded. "It is. Publishing too. World's going to hell in a handbasket, but you, Rory Gilmore, will figure it out."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because you're a woman with ambition, a strong moral compass, and an encyclopedic knowledge of the books, music, and movies of the twentieth century. You're unstoppable."
She shook her head. "Moral compass hasn't been pointing north lately. I'm less than proud of some of the decisions I've been making, including the relationship I've been in. Relationships. I was cheating on someone back home with someone here, who was also cheating on someone." She reddened and looks away.
He studied her for a long moment. "Why?"
"Because I wasn't happy and I wanted to recapture a time when I was."
"If that didn't make you happy, what would?"
"Writing. To be researching and writing full time. I don't want to be an international correspondent like I thought, but I don't want to write puff pieces on spec either. I want to do investigative journalism full time."
"And in your personal life?"
"To be with someone who challenges me and makes me want to be my best self."
He nodded. "Go out and get those things, then."
She made an annoyed sound. She sounded like her mother. "You make it sound so easy."
"It's not," he said, "It's hard. But you're up for the challenge. You're the girl who stood up to Paris, who was valedictorian of her senior class, who was editor of the Yale Daily News, who helped a guy who thought he would be dead by twenty-seven make something of himself."
"Jess-"
He shook his head. "You think people just made up all these stories about how great you are, but you have always been great. You know what you want, and you know who you are. Quit pretending otherwise." He laid some cash on the bar, more than enough to cover both their drinks.
"It was great to see you, Rory," he said. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, smelling her perfume, bergamot and some undefinable spice, her skin soft against his lips. She squeezed his hand briefly, and then he pulled away. He put on his coat.
"Are you here for a while?" She asked. "We could get dinner, or -"
He shook his head. "Leaving in the morning. Doula's birthday party this weekend. I'll see you around, though?"
She nodded. "See you around."
He walked out into the damp, chilly street and back to his hotel where he fell into the first deep and dreamless sleep he'd had in weeks.
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darqchilddaydreamz · 1 year
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CH. 19 Return to Chapter List
Juice x Female OC multichapter full length fic
18+ ONLY BLOG * MINORS GO AWAY!!
Angst * Fluff * Comedy * Smut 
Note from me to you: Thank you for your patience y'all! I promised a certain someone I would def have a new chapter by the end of the week and HERE I BE!!! Thx for checking on this story. *hugs for you* 💜kjx💜
As always....SOA belongs to Kurt, my heart belongs to Juice and this story (and any OCs) belongs to me. I DO NOT give permission for this to be re-posted anywhere. Reblogging on tumblr however, is a lovely compliment to pay.
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Here we go...
Chapter 19: From Stockton To Lodi
Juice flipped his vibrating phone open without looking at it, walking back to his bike on the street outside his house. "Yeah."
"Where are you?" Shit! Clay's voice was the last one he wanted to hear.
"At the house. What's up?"
"Just get here."
Goddamnit! Juice pressed his lips into a straight line to keep from asking more questions about why he needed him at the clubhouse. Maybe it was something he could do from Ronnie's room so he wouldn't have to go, but Clay's tone told him not to push it.
"Alright."
He stared at his phone not wanting to make the call to her - to disappoint her again. It was only just after five, maybe whatever Clay wanted would be quick. Dialing, he waited, slowly becoming more pissed that his plans to spend the rest of the day with Ronnie were being squashed.
"Hey, boy."
Her voice coming across the line had him wishing he hadn't answered Clay's call at all. "Hey, girl."
0.o.0.o.0
Juice had sat in front of his laptop for so long his ass was going numb. It was nearing 10 pm and he had re-scanned the security cam footage from the day of the break-ins again. Now, he was skimming an actual VHS tape from the owners of a thrift shop a block away from Cody's. They had just gotten back into town, so it was Juice's first time viewing it. His leg bounced as he rubbed his tired, scratchy eyes and massaged the ache in his shoulder out.
There's no way these guys didn't make a mistake, he told himself. They had to make a mistake. And then he saw it. He had been so busy following the guy on the bike, he had missed it. A Ford pick-up - newer model with dark tinted windows.
Re-scanning the rest of the footage for it, Juice smiled in victory. His adrenaline surged and he could feel things clicking into place. There it was, leaving every business around an hour before closing on the days of all three break-ins and on the street in front of Cody's during his 'last call' hour. The windows were too dark to see how many people were inside but when they pulled off, the streetlight caught the right portion of their license plate, giving him a partial to check on. All of that wouldn't add up to much more than being another source of frustration but then Juice caught where they finally made their real mistake.
They moved from being parked down the street from Cody's and swung into the lot behind DD's donut shop, where Chibs had asked Juice to install a camera and a timed light for Keefe and Aiden's safety since they came in to work early morning hours while it was still dark. It was motion sensitive, with sensors installed on the rear door and the awning poles, but in order to keep it from coming on for every pedestrian walking by or wandering cat - once it sensed motion it waited a full minute before lighting up and only did if it continued to sense it. It wasn't cheap but that favor was about to pay off for the SONs in a major way.
Juice frowned at what was unfolding in front of him. He watched three men get out of the truck. Two of them were big, bearded and wearing beanies low on their heads. One of them had a ponytail and the other had no hair showing at all and a darker tone of skin. The third man made up for his smaller stature with the bat he carried. That explains how they got Cody off his feet. He had no facial hair or hair showing out from under his skullcap. The two larger men were adjusting their waistbands in a way that screamed they were armed. But the most important move was made by the smaller man, when the security light came on he looked right up into the hidden camera. Juice's mouth turned up in a lopsided smile as he paused the feed and took a screenshot.
Got you.
Juice knew that going to Clay with this incomplete information wouldn't get him a dismissal for the night. Hell, it probably wouldn't have garnered so much as a thank you. Accepting his continued confinement, he typed the partial plate into the California DMV database search, letting it run while he hopped onto his bed to call Raniyah.
0.o.0.o.0
5:46 am. Juice woke up to burning eyes, a dry throat and an empty bed. Feeling for his eye drops, he rolled over to give himself a couple of hits in both eyes. Keeping them closed to let the cooling solution work its magic, his thoughts went immediately to his last conversation with Raniyah the night before.
"I had hoped I could get back. I mean…I wanted to. You know that, right?"
"Of course." He could feel her smile through the phone. "It's okay. You're still coming tomorrow though, right?"
I hope so, he thought. "Yeah…yeah. I promise. When I get this done." He could hear her yawn, triggering one in himself.
"Sorry," she giggled but it was cut off by another yawn. "You'd think we didn't get that nap today, damn."
"Pssh! You go to one party and you need to sleep it off for the whole weekend?" Juice stretched out and closed his tired eyes. "That's kinda good for our image."
"Shut up. Y'all's invitations should read: Party with the SONs…you'll almost die."
Juice chuckled with his eyes still closed, "That's why they come."
Raniyah snorted, "Yeah. The 'Clubhouse Experience'. Rated five stars in the Charming Post."
"You know you liked it."
"Well, I'm biased."
Juice smiled wide at her admission. Ronnie felt heat warm her face in his silence, embarrassed at the slip.
"I wish you were here though." Juice could tell by her lowered tone that she was snuggled up in bed and he was trying his damnedest not to picture it.
"Yeah, me too."
As time ticked by their yawning increased in frequency and the silences stretched out, but neither wanted to end the call.
"Jay?"
Barely hanging on to wakefulness, he could hear her moving around. "Hmmm?"
"I've dropped the phone twice."
Chuckling deep, he called it a night for them both, "Alright, alright…go to bed."
"Nite."
"Nite"
Right before he pressed the button to end the call, he heard a sleepy, "Love you."
He was tempted to say it back.
.
Getting up, he wiggled his finger on the pad to wake up his laptop. The search had ended sometime during his snooze.
He scanned the list for connections to local addresses or family names. Stockton? Four possibilities were from Stockton. Early or not, he hurried to call Clay.
0.o.0.o.0
"Hey, girl."
"Hey boy!" Raniyah grinned into the phone, "They setting you free?"
"Yeah in a little bit. Can you come up here?"
"Okay. I already showered and stuff so 20 minutes?"
"Cool," Juice looked up to few guys pulling into the lot. Not wanting to get caught up in a new assignment, he rushed her a little. "Hey, hurry up, okay?"
When Raniyah drove into the gate, she hadn't even put her truck in park when Juice came out. She smiled watching him do his half jog, half trot over to her window.
"Hey!" She grinned.
He wasted no time. Opening her door, he announced, "I wanna take you somewhere. Scoot over."
Sliding over into the passenger side, she watched him put on his seat belt, excited but a little disappointed by the rushed greeting. "Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise." Putting the truck in reverse, he pointed at her as soon as she opened her mouth, adding, "Don't ask. We're gonna have to get gas."
Pulling into the gas station, Juice bristled and all but growled at her when she tried to hand him her card to pay. While the truck filled up, he came to her side and opened the door, "Get out for a second."
Sliding out, Raniyah questioned, "Why?"
As soon as she got both feet on the ground, Juice tugged her roughly into a hug. Raniyah let out a little squeak and then melted into him, finally getting what she had wanted since she woke up that morning. He turned his face into her neck murmuring like a confession, "I wanted this."
The smell of whatever cologne he was wearing made her want to nuzzle in. Juice's hold on her was tight with intermittent squeezes while she spread her hands flat on his back, her fingers slowly flexing - her nails dragging causing the saliva jets in his cheeks to kick on.
"Me too."
"Good." His voice vibrating the patch of exposed skin on her shoulder had her hands snaking under his shirt, but he twitched and backed away immediately, dropping a kiss on her forehead. Glancing around, he whispered in a warning tone, "Don't start."
Her guilty giggle made his face begin to warm, "Just get back in the truck, girl."
A few minutes later, Raniyah was settled back enjoying the wind whipping through the cab on the winding roads they traveled to her surprise. Watching him drive with one arm slung over the top of the steering wheel, she smiled when he looked her way.
"Soooo…what did you do for your birthday?"
Juice snorted at the vague question, "Which one?"
"Your 18th?"
The one after I left. Juice smiled, squelching the nervousness Ronnie had for asking. He was getting used to her constant questions but he'd swear he had talked more with her in the last thirteen days than he had with everyone else in the last three months put all together.
"I was working at a big church. The pastor was this huge black guy. He looked like he could be in the NFL or something but he had this tiny, little wife. I met him by the bus station on the corner of their property. I thought he was just some guy but he waved at somebody so I asked him if he thought the church might have work. And he said yeah. Weird right?"
"No. A blessing. Hope you prayed that night."
"I didn't but somebody was…'cause they were cool." The pause he took to think had her twisting in her seat a little to be able to face him more. "They let me work with their custodian. I don't know why they let me but they did. I didn't say nothing about it, but my birthday was on the info sheet they made everybody fill out. I was going to get myself a real hotel room that night. Like a treat for me. But the pastor's family made me dinner, with a cake and everything. I got a card with money in it." Juice looked like he still didn't believe they did that for him. "They were really nice like that."
"It sounds like it." Her soft smile matched his. "Did you stay there long?"
"About five months. I did anything they needed. Mowed the grass and there was a fuckin' lot of it. Vacuumed and emptied the trash. They had stuff going on almost every day so, I cleaned bathrooms, helped the window cleaning guys...whatever they wanted."
He smiled going back in his mind to a piece of his past that he could hold fondly, "They had crazy high ceilings in the sanctuary. So one day all I did, all day long was change the light bulbs in there 'cause the custodian was scared to be on the lift. That was the first time he bought me lunch." Juice's eyes were sparkling with laughter, "He was a real chicken shit. And cheap. But he never gave me a hard time when I didn't know how to do something. He just showed me how and left me alone."
"They paid me better than anybody else did, too. It felt like a real job. I would sneak and sleep in the equipment shed some nights instead of wasting my pay on a place to stay every night till it got cooler. Then the pastor got moved to another church…somewhere in the south, I think and the new pastor said he didn't need me."
A look crossed his face that she couldn't read and disappeared. Ronnie waited for him to tell her what happened after that but he changed the subject.
"I liked Chicago though." Outside the windows, the highway was going from all hills and valleys to spread out, residential areas. "The people, the food…aw, fuck the food! And there was always something going on. I used to go to the aquarium and spend half the day there. You ever been there?"
"I have…a long weekend thing with daddy after graduation." She corrected herself seeing the look of what-the-fuck on his face, "Not high school! College graduation…How crazy would it have been if we had been there at the same time, right?"
"Too crazy."
She hadn't mentioned her father before now and Juice felt like a dick for not asking about her family more. When he met Raniyah her parents were already divorced and her father was working and traveling a lot. He came to the house once when Juice was there but other than that he didn't remember much else about the man beyond the pictures in Raniyah's room. "How's he doin'?"
"Good. Calls every month like clockwork. He's still in Italy. Says work is good. He remembers you, ya know."
Juice looked doubtful, "He only saw me once."
"Yeah, but it was right after the first time you spent the night at the house and ma had told him you did." Cracking up at the look on Juice's face. "I'm his only daughter. It was not a coincidence that he came over that day."
Before either one of them could get caught up in that memory, Juice turned the truck onto an off-ramp of sorts. "That's where we're going." Juice pointed to a fancy banner reading 'Food Truck Festival' stretched high up between light posts decorated with huge balloons. "Welcome to Lodi."
Lodi had their Food Truck Festival twice a year and the Grim Bastards MC provided unofficial security to keep the rowdies and would-be thieves away since every truck would be carrying cash. It won brownie points with the city and the participants liked knowing the MC was looking out for them.
Food trucks were lined up on the street at the downtown park, some had tables and chairs in front of them and some had benches. There were tons of people milling around and mouth-watering smells filled the air. Paying to park close to the main walk, Juice settled his arm around Raniyah's shoulders as they walked through. He was stopped several times by orange-shirted men in cuts and Raniyah was introduced to too many of them to remember all their names.
Juice nudged her toward a BBQ truck with a few Grim Bastards clustered together at a table by it.
T.O. looked up and raised a hand in greeting, "Hey, man! You came out!"
The MC President stood up as Juice approached. Juice shook his hand and leaned in for a hard clap on the back, "I had to get out here. I know where good food is at."
"Hmm, you got good taste," he smiled with a nod toward Raniyah.
Juice introduced her but didn't bother to explain or correct him and taking her cues from Juice neither does Raniyah. Jerking his head toward the truck behind T.O. "This is the one truck I was hoping to see."
"Long Beach's finest, man."
"You got that right."
Turning, T.O. called out to the dreamy-eyed woman in the window. "Minah! Baby! Hook my boy Juice up for me."
Popping out of the truck's back door, she strolled their way. "What's in it for me?" her whiskey-soaked voice carried, causing the staff inside the truck to smile in response.
Once she got closer, T.O. leaned across the table, cupped her head and pulled her to him for a deep kiss. Looking him in the eye, she sucked her teeth lightly. "You woulda given me that anyway."
"And a lot more."
"Mmmm," she sassed him, teasing, cutting her eyes at him for effect.
Switching her gaze over to the two, she smiled, "Juice, baby. Am I feeding you or all of SAMCRO today?"
"Just us," he grinned, pleased that she remembered him every time they came out.
"Okay." Winking at Raniyah, she smiled showing a little gap between her front teeth, "Now him I know, but you ever eat with us before, baby girl?"
Raniyah relaxed in the friendly woman's presence, dimples popping, "Nope."
Minah smiled even wider, "Then I'll get y'all a sampler plate with a little extra. Find somewhere to sit, I'll be back in a minute."
When she came back, she carried a plastic bag in each hand, setting them down on the table. In one there was a container holding rib tips, two chicken thighs, sliced beef and a sliced hot link. And in the other, a wax paper bag of mini cornbread muffins, and little tubs of coleslaw, potato salad, collard greens, and candied yams, balanced on top of two larger cups of mac-n-cheese.
Minah pointed as she pulled things out of the bag. "That's spicy and regular BBQ sauce, okay? Went ahead and put it in to-go containers 'cause there's no way y'all can kill all that and leave walking upright."
Juice stood up, digging in his front pocket, "What do I owe you?"
"Keep your money for her, baby. I got you. Enjoy."
Juice smiled but immediately went to the window and put three tens in the tip jar.
At first bite Raniyah moaned, scrunching up her entire face "Oh my gaaaaaaahd!"
Juice chuckled at her comical contortions while she chewed, "You've been holding out on me. I hate you."
"You love me."
"Boy, please! I love her."
A few minutes in, Juice's phone rang. Wiping his hands, he doesn't step away to answer, giving Raniyah his side of the conversation. "Yeah?….Today?….In Lodi."
Raniyah couldn't read if he was bothered by the topic of conversation because he kept his head downcast.
"Ronnie's with me….I can do that." Hearing her name, Raniyah looked at him again. "I just saw him, send me his number." Juice spent less than a minute typing at hyper speed once his phone sounded off again with a notification. Pocketing his phone, he looked around scanning the crowd before focusing back on their meal.
Juice gave her an apologetic look, "Sorry."
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah." He said it like he meant it but his eyes scanning the crowd again told her otherwise.
Wrapping things up, she stood up to put the containers back in their bags and stretched, groaning.
"You good?"
"My butt is tired of sitting. It's all I do these days."
Juice made a show of trying to look at it. "Hasn't flattened out."
"Shut up!" Raniyah swung for his arm but he twisted out of the way, "Can we walk for a while?"
"Sure." Looking over he noticed T.O. standing in the main walkway making eye contact and Juice immediately got up, "Gimmie a second."
While Raniyah stood there fussing with their bags, Minah came by with a smaller brown paper bag. "This is for Chibs, baby."
She stayed while Raniyah situated it inside their plastic totes. Together they watched the two men's faces alternate from smiles to frowns. "They never take a day off do they?" Minah mused, Raniyah's shrug was non-committal. Minah looked over at them again and patted Raniyah's shoulder softly before she left.
They were looking at something on T.O.'s phone and neither one of them looked happy about whatever it was. Juice pulled out his phone to take a picture of his screen. They shook hands and T.O. gave Raniyah a wave before heading off.
Juice's familiar trot back over to her was relaxed and so was his face. His smile quieted her concern, "Sorry. Ready?"
"Yep! You good?"
"Yeah."
Picking up their bags, he rolled his eyes at her squint, laughing, "Knock it off tough girl and I'll buy you some churros."
Allowing him to put his arm around her to propel her into the foot traffic, she looked up into his face and squinted again. Juice smiled knowing she wanted to bug him. Yanking her into his chest, he repeated, "I. Am. Good."
She slapped his stomach. "You better not be lying."
"About the T.O. shit or the churros?"
"Both!" she snapped back, pinching at his waist. "But especially the churros."
After a few laps through the festival, they bore the long line for churros. They shuffled through the queue, with Juice never taking his free hand off of her. With hot, cinnamon-sugar sticks of delight in hand, they walked back to the truck where Ronnie insisted on finishing them before getting in, daring him to dirty her seats with the uncontrollable sprinkles of sugar that fell with each bite. Leaning against the side of the truck, she asked, "How long did you stay there? In Chicago?"
"Almost two years…trying to get my feet on the ground. Seems shorter though."
She didn't know what that meant. Prodding a little more, she asked, "Why'd you leave?"
Juice's mouth twisted up into a tiny smile and he averted his eyes when he answered, "A girl."
Raniyah's face lit up with laughter, "Boy, stop it!"
Juice rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed, still not having told her about the married woman he got involved with…or the engaged one after that. I went from working in a church, straight to living in sin. Shrugging his shoulders, he gave a tilted grin. "You asked."
When Juice opened the passenger side door for Raniyah to get in, he looped his arm around her waist, before she could get past him. "Wait a minute."
Wetting his lips, he settled into a warm, plush kiss. Nudging and nipping slightly, he took his time, waiting for her to respond. Later, Juice would remember how hard his heart was pounding when her hands suddenly twisted fistfuls of his shirt, her knuckles digging into his back as she pulled him closer. Her tongue's bold kitten-like laps on his bottom lip were all the invitation he had been waiting for. Gripping the back of her neck he drew her up to kiss her, deep and unrestrained - tasting her lingering cinnamon and sugar. Releasing her only for the pleasure of hearing her shuddering breaths when he recaptured her mouth again. This time he didn't stop her when her hands snuck under his shirt, running a shiver up his spine. Instead, he allowed his hands the freedom to slide over the curves of her hips and pull her in.
A loud whistle from a group walking by reminded them that they could be seen. Pulling away slowly, Raniyah's smirk dipped her dimples as she got in the truck. Shaking her head, she cut her eyes at him, "You are a problem."
Closing her door Juice gave her a fake scowl, his eyes playful, "Pssh! You're the problem."
He could hear her faint giggles while he walked around to the driver's side.
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A/N: Welp folks...Hang on to your britches it's full throttle from here on out!! See you next chapter! 💜kjx💜
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