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punksdoll · 5 months

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hii! love ur works!!

was wondering if I could request a jey x sami x reader fanfic (platonic) where you have been out for an injury for a while by rhea and when war-games happens rhea inserts herself in the match leaving jey and sami's team at a disadvantage. and when they think they are gonna lose your music plays and they look up in awe as they see you return and you beat rhea's ass and win the match for the team and they are hugging you and so excited and happy to see you! and are worried for you because they don't want you to overexert yourself cause you are injured and gone for a long time but you reassure them that ur fine.

~~~𝑰’𝒎 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚~~~

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𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎<𝟑 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: “𝒎𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅” 𝒘𝒂𝒓-𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉, 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒋𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

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“You are still in a disadvantage for war games.” Finn says into the mic as it has just been revealed that Randy will be coming back.

Cody’s team all look at each other in confusion before looking back at the judgment day, watching Finn hand over the mic to Rhea.

“Cause I’ll be joining in.”

•••

Cody paces back in forth in the locker room that his war games team shares. The news of Rhea joining in their war-games match just caused them a huge disadvantage.

“She ain’t just do that…I know she ain’t just do that.” Jey shakes his head, looking at Cody.

“She did…that snake did.” Cody sighs shaking his head.

“Is that even allowed?” Sami raises an eyebrow.

“In this place…yes.” Seth nods.

“We need someone to join our team to take her down or we’ll be really fucked up at war-games.” Cody shakes his head before looking over at Jey and Sami, “Do you think y/n could be able to?”

Jey and Sami immediately shake their heads, “She’s been out since we parted with my cousin and brothers. She has yet to be cleared, she won’t be able to make it.” Jey shakes his head.

“Guess we just gotta get in there…is Randy even coming?” Seth looks at Cody who immediately nods.

“Yes he will come…and hopefully another saving grace will.”

•••

The war-games matching was turning into literal shit. Cody’s team had such a strong disadvantage knowing they can’t do anything to Rhea which, in the crowds eyes, are bullshit. Here and there Cody’s team would get there licks but Rhea was always put in between, stopping any hits coming from any of her members. She herself would even hit one of the guys. Cody’s team all lost hope when they realize Randy won’t be coming and nor will any saving grace to take Rhea the hell down.

Until there was.

The Judgment day stand in the ring well and strong as they wait for the countdown to go down that was supposed to be a Randy’s return. The countdown ends and the crowd goes silent as they wait impatiently for Randy’s music to hit. The Judgment day starts laughing as they realize no one’s coming as Rhea rushes towards the cage door.

“Priest is catching in.” She says and the crowd immediately goes wild at that.

“It seems like…Damian will be catching in his briefcase!” Michael Cole exclaims as the ref rushes over to the announcer to tell her.

The Judgment Day starts laughing but it automatically drops as they hear Randy’s theme song hit. Everyone in the crowd cheers and goes crazy as JD look towards the ramp where Randy is coming down with a smirk on his face.

Cody watches with a relief smile as he makes eye contact with his team, “We can end this…” he nods slowly as everyone watches Randy get towards the cage and walk up the stairs but suddenly stops and stares at Rhea.

Y/n Y/l/n theme song hits the arena and almost immediately, the crowd stands up with their phones out and cheering. They have been waiting for her arrival ever since she was taken out due to an injury Rhea herself had given her. Rumors were going around about how she wouldn’t return for awhile because of how bad those injuries were.

But here she is. Walking out and to the arena as she soaks in the excitement that the fans are letting loosing as they raise their phones to record her moment.

Randy nods slowly and looks at Rhea who has wide eyes as she stares at Y/n whose eyes immediately catches her, revenge soaking them.

Jey and Sami look at each other with wide eyes before looking over at their friend who walks down the ramp with a slow threatening pace as she keeps her eyes targeted on Rhea who backs up and towards her members.

Randy gets down from the stairs and holds his hand out to Y/n who takes it and helps herself up the stairs of the ring before slowly getting in with Randy who slams the cage door shut and the match has started.

“The War-Games Match has officially started!” The announcer announces and the bell rings.

Y/n grabs a kendo stick and immediately starts hitting Rhea with it, attacking her and making sure she feels what she felt all those months ago.

The war games is getting heated as everyone gets someone and the crowd is going crazy as they watch the match unfold before their eyes with cheers, loving the moment going on.

“Get them between the ropes! Go go go!” Randy orders their team.

Y/n drags Rhea by her hair as she throws her in between the ropes positing her under her arm as she waits for everyone else to get in position. Jey and Sami get in front of her and looked at her shock.

“Heyyy…” Y/n waves at them before Randy nods at them and in unison, they all hit a rope ddt.

Sami and Jey go through the ropes and towards y/n who gives them a big smile, “What are you doing here? I thought you were injured?” Sami frowns.

“Fight now, talk later.” Y/n pats them both on their chest before jumping at Rhea to take her down.

The match moves on quicker and better than before. Cody’s team having the upper hand and keeping it until the end of the match. Rhea was the last one standing as she looks around to see her fellow judgment day members on the ground, too focused on their pain.

“Get up!” She shouts at them, demanding them. “Get up! Get up!”

Cody, Seth, Sami, Jey, and Randy all circle around her. Y/n slowly creeping up behind her.

“You can’t hit me.” Rhea smirks.

“You right…” Jey nods, “She can though.”

Rhea turns around and is immediately stricked with y/n’s finisher and she pins Rhea down, catching the win for the team.

•••

The minute the trio made it backstage, Y/n was immediately engulfed in a hug by Sami and Jey.

“What the hell didn’t you tell us you were coming back?” Sami says with a smile, “You did great out there.”

“He’s right but…your back. Are you sure you good? We don’t want you to have another injury like last time.” Jey says worriedly.

Y/n smiles at them and ruffles their head, “I’ll be fine. The doctor checked me out and said i was good to go.” She reassures them.

“You should make sure with him again.” Sami says worried.

“He right…shits serious.”

“Guys.” Y/n narrows her eyes, “I am fine. I’m cleared. I’ll be okay.”

Sami and Jey nods slowly, “You sure?” Jey asks.

“Jey!”

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qvnthesia · 1 year

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Another You (1)

an anakin skywalker/jedi consular!reader fic set during the clone wars

the pitch: best friends with anakin since he had joined the jedi order, you hadn’t expected to catch feelings for him, not that hard, at least. his intentions were clear — his heart already enraptured by the nubian senator, leaving you to ruminate about the prospect of letting go of not just him, but maybe everything. until another anakin shows up, and your — your universe’s anakin starts behaving strangely.

A/N: this is a gift for my padawan, @kaizsche! happy birthday, kai! i hope you enjoy this fic! i return from an unexpectedly long hiatus with a three-part fic and i hope that all my other readers enjoy this short-fic too! a note to all readers — there’s no y/n here, the reader’s nickname for the fic is sky. that’s all from my end! happy reading!

part one — and you are?

word count: 3, 380

part one (here) | two | ....

As a Consular, you were trained to study the deepest abyss of the Living and the shrouded myths of the Cosmic. Albeit well-trained with a lightsaber, being a Jedi meant forsaking weapons for words. Diplomacy over bloodshed. Knowledge, insights, and lessons instead of learning the different ways of besting war-mongering droids and bureaucrats.

You look back at the looming hallways of the Temple, letting out a sigh as you turn around to watch the warships meander above the setting skies through the windows. The sun used to shine brighter, you think, but perhaps it’s the shadows that don’t let the light reach the galaxy anymore.

A Nubian ship soars between where the indigo darkens the pale orange in the sky and another wave of longing and sorrow digs deeper into your heart.

It had been almost a standard week since the Five Hundred and First Legion had arrived for their monthly rotation to protect Coruscant.

“Let’s hope we make it a week and not get called back to bust some Seppies since the 501st seems to be the only competent one to get some wins.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that had tugged at your lips.

“Don’t let Obi-Wan hear you say that.”

A deep rumble of laughter had echoed through Anakin’s chest and he’d pulled you into his embrace. It hadn’t taken a Force-sensitive to sense the happiness spread through your body, or that the same happiness had made him glow in the sea of shadows drowning the Force. He smelled just like he always did — fuel, probably the one from Malastare, since the scent always tingled your skin, and kyber, his bond with the second crystal coursing through his year-old arm. The spark of the Force, you called it, the crystal accepting the machine as a part of him.

But there was something more. You stiffened, the soft, sweet scent making you sneeze, making you draw back and—

“Since when in the name of Maker did you start wearing nlorna fruit-scented perfume?”

His cheekbones immediately stained red, shock dripping from every inch of his face until the charm and delight took over for the damage control.

“Some reporter tried to get up too close while I was on my way to the Temple.”

You laughed it off, knowing very well the Chancellor had banned journalists to enter the Temple after an incident involving three women, two men, and a food fight in the barracks had ended with Commander Cody coming off with a sprained neck and handing nearly half of the 212th two days’ worth of time of cleaning the trooper barracks on Coruscant. There were admirers of General Kenobi and on the other hand, well, admirers even Kenobi couldn’t negotiate with.

Obviously, it wouldn’t take an idiot to know. Anakin had always confided everything to you. He’d considered you as the best of his friends — the point which had exactly been the problem for the past two years. But you knew he was keeping something. You knew it, and the realization of it had cracked through whatever strength you always mustered whenever he smiled at you with those blue eyes — always so tired. Ones that had come to no one else to you for caf, for stories about your mind-blowing inventions, always teasing you about the time you had created such a fluffy pillow for Master Yoda’s backaches that it had taken him the collective efforts of the Council to wake him up from his slumber. You had never known what had happened in Master Yoda’s chambers, but the Council had learned not to disturb the centuries-old master from his sleep ever since then.

Anakin would continue on and on, narrating the tales of his adventures across the galaxy, while you kept on wondering when he’d slip like he usually did and confirm your worst fears.

But you never got the chance. The war grew on, spreading its tentacles to the corners of the Outer Rim to the point where the once full hallways of the Temple had never been so desolate, so hollow and abandoned. Every attempt of studying the Force your meditation had ended up just easing the mighty power as it writhed under the screams of terror, of the losses of life and the constant blasts and booms of missiles and bombs.

Just when you wished for some peace in the Temple, word had spread of spies in the Senate. You had joined Anakin and Obi-Wan to watch another one of the Senate’s heated sessions. The Chancellor’s bony fingers extended across the air, his steel voice commanding Senator Orn Free-Taa to shut down his baseless arguing against Senator Organa. But the senator from Ryloth simply refused to back down, until another pod smoothly drifted to join the three, the air ringing with the determination and tranquility brought forth by none other than Padmé Amidala.

The bond between you and Anakin flared up, something so bright and looming, such beauty and danger filling your soul till it vanished with a spark. You looked at Anakin, who had been clapping with the surrounding senators, his radiant smile only and only for no one but the occupant of the Nubian pod.

For so long, you had wondered who it was he’d found, had been so desperate for an opportunity to see, maybe echo some made-up protest or remark that’d dull his interest and make him come back to you no matter how selfish it sounded. But it was hard for you to ignore the goodness in Padmé’s heart, her resilience easing the Force in a way you never could, no matter how much time you spent studying it, meditating to repair its cracks and tear apart the veins of darkness shrouding its light.

Anakin Skywalker had fallen in love, and it wasn’t you. It was someone else and you… you were simply too late.

You let out a sigh, watching the Nubian ship disappear between the tall skyscrapers of the ecumenopolis. The scrolls on your table rustle for your attention, and you heavy-heartedly oblige, going back to once again analyze another countermeasure against the Separatists, who were now rumored to have created some sort of machine that could decimate entire civilizations — a planet-killer, the informant had said, before being poisoned to death.

You set down the scrolls with a heavy thump. Ever since Padmé, Anakin hardly ever came to visit. Ever since this stupid rumor of the Separatists’ planet-killer, the governing body of the entire galaxy looked up to you for solutions, for answers. They had offered you a chunk of kyber crystal retrieved from Ilum stolen by the Separatists and then recovered by Master Yoda himself. They demanded a weapon, sharply silencing your idea of diplomacy.

You wished for Anakin to maybe visit you, to just… just forget the karking war for five freaking minutes and let his childhood lullabies lull you to a restful slumber. Instead, you were drilling your gaze on the kyber crystal covering under a massive rug, the strength of the Force humming within a wonder for your meditation, the crystal’s deathly blue glow the bane of your sleep.

But that was the point. Maybe just forget the war. It did seem never-ending; one day the Republic won, the Separatists in the other. There was simply no end in sight. The number of lives to save was steeply increasing, missing civilians and dead soldiers bruising the Republic’s morale. Your master had been one of the unfortunate Jedi to pass into the Cosmic Force on Geonosis. Some of the padawans you had formed friendships with were now soldiers scattered across the galaxy. The Council was too busy arguing about matters behind closed doors, matters in half of which you were indirectly involved in. Anakin was away most of the time, the Hero With No Fear too busy to worry about his best friend who had so foolishly violated her morals and had fallen in love with him.

Isn’t that what you had exactly trained yourself to avoid?

“It’ll pass.”

You scoff at your Master’s words ringing in your head. The anger simmering in your bones builds up to a crescendo, and makes its presence known with the shatter of your sensor arrays on the opposite wall. Glass shards litter your laboratory, blood trickling down the lines of your palms, your exhausted tears joining the red dripping on the floor.

A soft twang bends the air in the room and echoes through the Force. The hair on the back of the neck rises sharply, and you watch the kyber in bewilderment. The deathly blue behind the rug hums stronger. Your equipment breathes to life, and your teary eyes squint in confusion, rushing toward the kyber as an invisible force possesses your machinery to run diagnostics on its own.

The deathly blue turns as bright as the Coruscanti sun shining at the Core, lighting up the edges of the galaxy with a power rivaling the one you and so many others before you control. You shield your eyes, stumbling over boxes and books detailing advancements of the past. Your equipment spits electric sparks, and you cower behind your arms.

“Stop it—STOP!”

The glow dies, the light in your laboratory returning to just as it was before. You launch into a fit of coughs, waving your hands to disperse the smoke filling the lab. You tune your senses and reach out into the Force.

The wave of a horrifying scream slams into you, knocking you off your feet. You summon the Force again, hoping the mystical power can help you steady yourself. But you freefall toward the table of sharp-edged screws and bolts until you’re pulled forward headlong towards a figure.

You regain your balance, fingernails digging into a smooth fabric covering a rock-hard chest. A tendril of warmth and concern wraps around your Force signature, and you look up at your savior.

“Anakin!”

You wrap your arms around his neck, breathing him in, all of him— wait, was that cabbage and banthaweed? Oh, who in the maker gave a shit — was he alright? Was he—

Your train of thought crashed to a halt as you draw back, gazing at Anakin before you. Your heart rate accelerates to a speed you can’t bring yourself to control, and you pray to the Maker he doesn’t hear it.

He’d done something to his hair. It was longer now, falling just below his shoulder and partly tied back, streaks of light brown and grey near his temples. Loose shirts and trousers and softer tones of beige and brown had replaced his dark, billowing robes. Most of all, you’re aware of his stormy blue eyes roving over you, wide-eyed in absolute shock.

“Hi.”

There’s a strange breath in the greeting that escapes him, one that makes you gulp; his throat visibly bobs as he clenches his jaw. The movement makes you realize there are two feet between you and him. Two feet away from the thunderous storm that is always Anakin Skywalker.

To your surprise, there’s no storm raging before you, nothing but a serene sun shining bright, its warm tranquillity reminding you of the one time you and Anakin had snuck off-world to Naboo as padawans. He’d promised the summers there at the time were delightful, and true to his words, they really were.

You reach out, intertwining your fingers with his, and meet flesh instead of cold metal.

You yelp, harshly flinching backwards. Anakin’s eyebrows shoot up in concern and he raises both his hands in an attempt to placate you. You’re horrified as you see his right arm, no longer a prosthetic but actual flesh.

“Sky!”

A sharp voice rings through the dimly-lit hallways, footsteps running their way towards you, and Anakin Skywalker skids to a stop at the threshold of your laboratory.

“Sky, are you—”

He halts his question mid-way, acknowledging the presence of the man standing right beside you.

There’s a moment of silence that passes between the two stunned men, before the Jedi-clad Anakin ignites his lightsaber, pointing the laser tip toward his long-haired double.

“Sky, get behind me.”

“Wha—” You whirl toward him with an indignant expression and your hands on your hips. “Do you think I’m incapable of defending myself?”

“No, I don’t—”

“On the contrary,” the long-haired Anakin speaks, his voice mellifluous and silvery, “I think not.”

You and Anakin pause in beginning another one of your bickering sessions, Anakin’s lightsaber still leveled against his double.

“Who in the hell are you?”

“Anakin Skywalker?” the long-haired Anakin answers again in the same tone, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “And you must be…”

“Anakin Skywalker,” says your Anakin, the height of his lightsaber inching slowly to the ground, utterly confused.

Shit.

“Well, this is interesting.”

The three of you swerve toward Obi-Wan standing in the doorway, arms crossed as he strokes his beard while Cody’s eyes are going to pop right off of his skull, witnessing one Anakin standing on each of your sides. Captain Rex, on the other hand, just aged a standard decade more with the lines appearing on his forehead.

“Stand down, Anakin. There’s no need for… that,” Obi-Wan ends rather admonishingly, though stunningly failing, still roiling from his possible lack of sleep — or the shock of seeing a copy of his former padawan.

Anakin’s lightsaber retracts into its hilt, and Obi-Wan turns to you.

“Consular Sky.”

Double shit.

“Are you alright?”

Oh, thank Maker—“Yes, Master Kenobi,” you nod fervently, not knowing whether you’re doing a good job of convincing Obi-Wan or yourself. “I’m completely fine, all thanks to Anakin.”

“It’s no problem, Sky.”

“You’re welcome.”

Anakin shoots a glare at, well, the long-haired Anakin, who shrugs with a relaxed raise of his eyebrows.

Obi-Wan looks like he’s about to faint right then and there, but the negotiator that he’s always been, he schools his expression just in time before anyone else can comment on it.

“Could you tell us what happened here, Sky?”

You look around your laboratory, trying to find an answer to the same question evidently ringing loud in everyone else’s minds.

Something along the lines of your nighttime reading pops up in your mind, and you cringe inwardly.

Double shit.

Obi-Wan’s expression settles into the one he’s always worn whenever he’s attending another one of the Council’s meetings.

Triple shit.

“Well, I don’t think I need to tell you where we’re going next, are we?”

“Which is the point here—”

The room’s attention turns back to the long-haired Anakin, eyes twinkling bright with the same softness as the time of his appearance.

“Where exactly are we going?”

Maker, he had to ask.

“From another universe, this version of Skywalker is?”

You grit your teeth and find the courage to nod.

Master Yoda grips his cane even tighter. Honestly, you really want to pity the old master, but Master Windu sits right next to him, clearly grouchy at being disturbed from the sleep he probably got after weeks and weeks of leading attack and rescue campaigns.

“How is this even possible?” Master Koon’s voice rumbles through his mask, sharp and alert despite the drowsiness emanating from a majority of the Jedi Council.

“Well, Master Koon, there’s the multiverse theory,” you speak, voice slightly quivering. “It’s clear our universe isn’t the only one that exists. There are thousands of worlds out there with billions and trillions of lifeforms. But they’re distantly separated from ours, just like all others. For all we know, they might have their own laws of physics, their own collections of stars and galaxies — that is, if stars and galaxies can exist in those universes,” you stop a nervous hiccup and continue. “—and maybe even their own intelligent civilizations.”

“Is this true, then?” Master Windu leans forward with his signature soul-scanning glare. “Are you truly from another universe? Or just another shapeshifter?”

All other Council members swerve their heads toward the long-haired Anakin standing on your right.

“I assure you, Master Windu,” the other Anakin shrugs lightly. “I am not from here. I—”

He takes a second to look around, his gaze turning distant.

“I will admit I have been here before, in the Temple, though this one does look incredibly different from the one I was raised and trained in.”

Several pairs of eyebrows shoot up in surprise, even Anakin’s, who stands just in the corner behind where Obi-Wan has himself perched on another one of the Council chairs.

Master Windu recovers from his internal heart attack and focuses his line of sight on you.

“How did this happen?”

“Honestly, even I’m not sure, Master Windu,” you admit. “I did nothing of any sort to the crystal, it just started to glow, and the next thing I know—”

“I’m here,” the other Anakin finishes, eyes twinkling in some sort of amused annoyance.

Master Yoda taps his cane, and the Council’s incoming deliberations surrender to silence.

“Will of the Force, it seems, that this Skywalker has been sent here. Aid us, harm us, know that, I do not.”

He flutters his eyes close for a brief second, tendrils of his power hesitantly coiling around you and the other — long-haired — Anakin before refocusing them on you.

“Consular—” you stiffen as Master Yoda blurts out your name. “—find a way to send this Skywalker to his home, your task it is. Help you, our Skywalker will. Lead Captain Rex and the Five-Oh-First, Master Kenobi will—”

Behind Obi-Wan, Anakin steps forward to protest.

“—Temporarily, till resolved, the situation is.”

Anakin stops to stand on your left, the slight touch from his elbow a sign of comfort and reassurance.

“Important I feel, it is, to send this Skywalker home. Stay longer, he must not. At war, we already are. Already upon us, the shadows of the Sith are.”

The long-haired Anakin’s eyebrows raise.

You sigh inwardly. I’ll explain it to you later.

He relaxes, and you turn toward your Anakin, who gazes at his counterpart with a strange mixture of suspicion and something along the lines of annoyance.

“Send him home quickly, you must, Consular,” Master Yoda speaks with an inspired urgency. “Terrible it will be, I sense if the Sith find him. Not just for Jedi, but for the Galaxy, also.”

Your Anakin moves closer, his fingertips brushing yours, a tingling sensation itching yours to touch his.

You focus your gaze on the masters before you and bow down with both Anakins, nodding towards Yoda and Windu.

“Master Kenobi will show our guest to his new quarters.”

Obi-Wan seems relieved at finally being allowed to stretch his legs as he strides over to the long-haired Anakin.

“Come along,” the master pauses before smiling in his wise and incredibly tired ways. “Anakin.”

The other Anakin offers a cordial nod and turns to you.

“I suppose I’ll be seeing you later.”

He poses it as a question of sorts. You don’t take time to dissect his intentions, having no energy to do so with the day’s certainly turbulent events and give him a nod.

“Thank you.”

Your eyes slightly twitch in alertness as he offers you a bright, albeit tired smile. Before you can respond or react, he’s already followed Obi-Wan to his quarters, having long disappeared around the nearby corner.

“Sky?”

Your Anakin puts his hand — the metal hand — on your shoulder.

You can practically feel the gears of his joints creaking to ensure his touch stays gentle, despite knowing very well he could easily crush your lung right now with the frustration nagging at his veins.

“It’s nothing, Anakin,” you answer before he can voice his worries out loud. “I’ll be fine—we better get some sleep, lots of work to do.”

Anakin nods, letting go of you with a soft smile. With a sweep of his robes, he walks out of the Council chambers.

You finally let out the breath you’d been holding; the image of both of their smiles filling your vision much clearer than they were supposed to.

Quadruple shit.

to be continued...

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eldritch-nightmare · 2 months

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❝ it's not much, but i got you this. ❞

notes: prompt credit. i've never actually fully written anything for cody now that i think about it... i hope i do him nicely!! since it took me literally forever to post this, the other two prompts won't be valentine's base, though i may still use the prompts i chose for them bc. i like them. anyways!! i'm actually actively job hunting right now, which is why i've been so busy lately and haven't had much time to write. but i'll try working on some stuff soon!! for now, i hope you all enjoy this incredibly, very messy and late valentine's day post. thanks for being patient with me guys, it means a lot <3

pairing: x virus x gn!reader

word count: 983.

warnings: established relationship, fluff, cody is awkward as fuck when it comes to romance he's just like me frfr, wrapping paper is his biggest enemy, very mild angst like... a pinch of salt type of angst, cody is a perfectionist but idk if i portrayed that well enough here.

Cody stared at the clumsily wrapped gift placed in front of him, his arms crossed and his brows furrowed as he glared at the gift as if it had scorned him in some way.

And to him, it basically has.

You see, the gift he's been trying to wrap neatly and nicely is something he got for you, his lovely significant other. This is the first Valentine's Day he's spending with you, and while it doesn't have to be perfect, he would at least like to wrap your gift in a way that isn't... ugly.

It's not even that big of a gift. It's just a little bracelet he made in his spare time, so why the hell is it so hard to wrap in the little box he got for it?

He could just ask someone to help him wrap the gift, but that feels... I mean... it feels like that would be cheating? Strangely enough? Like... he made this for you, so he should be the one to wrap it up as well, no matter how annoying and how difficult it was starting to become.

It feels like it'll mean more if he does this himself.

But he's been here for like almost two hours now trying to wrap the box, and it looks so messy and it's covered in tape and honestly, the wrapping paper's color looks uglier and uglier the longer he looks at it and it just doesn't seem good enough for you. It could be so much better.

You deserve so much better. And if he could kill the wrapping paper, he would, truthfully.

Cody silently glares for a moment longer before letting out a sigh in defeat, resting his forehead against the surface of the desk in his workshop and grumbling quietly to himself.

The wrapping paper wins this round, but he'll do better next time.

With a huff, he sits up straight, giving the poorly wrapped box one final glance before grabbing it and standing up. It was time to actually give you the gift. And hope that you don't dump him for his poor wrapping skills. Do people do that? He's not sure. He hopes not. He'd hate for you to dump him.

Oh god, what if you dump him?

"Cody?"

"Fucking hell-" Cody nearly loses grip on the box in his hand when your voice suddenly pops up behind him, startling him so badly that he jumped a bit. He looked strangely similar to a dog that got caught doing something it wasn't meant to be doing.

And judging from the way he had quickly hidden his hands behind his back, awkwardly looking off to the side to avoid eye contact with you, you can't help but wonder if he had maybe done something.

"How long have you been standing there?" He asks, and your brow quirks up slightly at how strangely nervous he sounded. His behavior sort of reminded you of the day he had asked you out.

"Long enough to be concerned about whether or not I need to hide wrapping paper from you in the future." You respond, smiling a bit to yourself when you see Cody relax a bit at the joke you cracked.

"Ha ha. Funny." He blandly responds, though you don't miss the way his lips twitch upwards slightly. You deem your joke a success, even if he behaved otherwise.

"So, you wanna tell me what it is you're hiding behind your back? Or is it another one of your... projects?" You ask, crossing your arms and patiently waiting for his response.

And that made him tense up again.

He doesn't know why he felt so nervous about giving you a gift, poorly wrapped or not. I mean, you're literally dating each other, so he shouldn't get nervous like this, right? But also like, you're the first person he's ever dated and he honestly didn't think it would last this long even if it has only been a few months since he asked you out but still! Still!

He shouldn't be this nervous, honestly.

"Okay, so, like," He cringes slightly at the way his voice cracks a bit as he speaks, "Uhm, you know how it's Valentine's Day, right? I, uh, maybe it's silly but..." He trails off, seemingly debating whether or not he should actually continue before he's suddenly holding out a box in front of you.

It wasn't actually that poorly wrapped. Truthfully, it's way better than anything you could ever do. The wrapping paper was even your favorite color.

You take the box from him, glancing down at it before looking back up at Cody. He simply motioned for you to open the box, so you peel the wrapping paper off and do just that, taking the lid off the box to see the handmade bracelet neatly placed inside.

"It's not much, but I got you this," He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, "I mean, if you don't like it, I can make you something else! I know it's not the best thing in the world, but-"

"I love you."

He falls silent at your words, his nervous rambling cut off as he stares at you. You look up from the bracelet to stare at him, and your expression was so serious and genuine that it almost felt as if the air had been forced out of his lungs.

"Cody, I love you." You repeat.

"Oh," He stutters a bit, "I love you too." His words are a bit quieter compared to yours. It felt awkward saying those words out loud knowing you could actually hear him.

But the smile that bloomed on your face made him forget about all of that, and you nod, satisfied with his response, "Good. Now, help me make you one so we can match."

And who is he to say no to you and matching bracelets?

#x virus x reader #x virus x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you

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mysticfoxdesigns · 5 months

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My drafts were being weird @skatermusic so here we are

Heatwave headcanons

He was lower caste on Cybertron before coming to the Rescue Bots

This mf is shit at reading due to this, but he tries his best to hide it

His formal education is whatever they taught at the academy, and even then due to the age he was when he came in and his graduation year, his education level isn't as high as the others

He is street smart though, and has a basic understanding of things around him. He isn't stupid when you actually look into what he knows

Sometimes doubts his position as leader due to this. Majority of the team leaders have been fire bots, so he sometimes believes that is why he was chosen as Sigma 17's team leader

Doesn't help that their team's graduation was rushed. That part was never really explained to them

Out of all of the Sigma team he is closest to Chase, but isn't Amica level with him (that honor has been given to Blades)

Loves to lie to the humans about basic Cybertronian things. Things from how they sleep, refuel, if they can cry or not, all of that is fair game for him to lie about. Anything that can actually be useful for them to know, such as patching them up, he allows Blades to explain

Speaking of Blades, these two started to rough house more as Blade's confidence grew. The rest of the team likes to watch them wrestle with each other

Literally cannot tell if Quickshadow is either flirting with him or making fun of him. Blades does not make it any easier as well with his input

Blurr gets under his plating but most of that is due to him seeing a younger self in Blurr. He tries his best to guide Blurr away from making the same mistakes as him, but sometimes you just gotta let him learn the hard way

Will never admit it, but loves when Kade insists on them visiting different scenic areas of Griffin Rock. The scenery was one of the small things that made him want to stay

Speaking of these times, he will also never admit that he loves hearing the stories Kade tells him. When he isn't trying to pose up for others, Kade actually makes a good talking partner to the bot.

While he doesn't fully understand the whole Kaiju movie industry, he will admit that watching giant monsters beat the shit out of each other is entertaining. Kade has dragged him off to a Godzilla movie marathon

Cody throws off his guardian coding, especially with all of the danger he gets into

He teaches Cody with his holoform different self defense mechanisms, and sometimes drags Kade in to be the test dummy

Has broken his training dummy so many times that Boulder had refused to fix it for 2 solid months. After that they came to a conclusion to create a metal one

Will allow Chase to infodump about his detective movies and books, but if there were a test at the end, he would fail

Finds metal and punk music to be the most similar human music to his favorite Cybertronian genres of music

Use to follow Megatron's speeches due to his position in the lower caste, but gave up on him after the council meeting and the fall out after that

"Why the frag is half of this island brain dead?"

Has never killed a man or bot, but isn't opposed to it if he weren't a Rescue Bot and was under oath

Is very sassy after the bots are revealed to the community. Has ruined many of Huxley's clips by swearing in English

Swears the most in English, but Blades wins for Cybertronian swearing

Races Hightide in boat mode. Only won once because Hightide took pity

Would gladly fuck up MECH if they met

And those are some Heatwave headcanons! Hope you enjoy

#rescue bots #tf rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #tfrb #tfrb heatwave #tf heatwave #heatwave rescue bots #ask answered #ask response #tf headcanons #headcanons

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dimension20pcbracket · 3 months

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round 1 statistics

hi, gamers! while we wait for the round 2 polls to close, here are some interesting stats and tidbits from round 1 that I noticed :)

total votes: added up, the 52 polls in round 1 had a total of 28,221 votes. holy shit!

largest percentage of votes: sometimes the polls were tight, and other times they were... not. the top 5 most decisive winners were:

Fig Faeth (93.6%)

Kingston Brown (93.2%)

Sofia Lee (90.3%)

Chirp Featherfowl (89.7%)

Pete Conlan (88.8%)

the thinnest margin of victory to eke out a win went to Rue, who beat Amethar Rocks with a slender 52.2% of votes. notably, Rue kept up the trend in round 2, with their even slimmer 50.2% defeat of Gerard of Greenleigh, so it will be interesting to see if they're able to keep clinging on through round 3.

polls with the most votes: some polls really got you fired up, and brought Dimension 20 fans running in droves to vote for their faves...

Lapin Cadbury v Pinocchio with an unparalleled 1,636 votes

Squak Airavis v Kristen Applebees (838 votes)

Sam Nightingale v Colin Provolone (818 votes)

Katja Cleaver v Prince Andhera (767 votes)

Kingston Brown v Gangie Green (718 votes)

... while other polls had less fanfare. polls with the least votes:

Tuti IV v Maggie (347 votes)

Vicar Ian Prescott v Bob (388 votes)

Saccharina Frostwhip v Megan Mirror // Twyla v Marcid the Typhoon (392 votes each)

Bean v Amangeaux Epicée du Peche (409 votes)

Sunny Biscotto v Binx Choppley (416 votes)

it may not surprise anyone to know that it looks like none of the winners of these least-voted-on polls will be advancing to round 3; it seems the passion isn't there for these particular PCs :/

winning PCs with the most individual votes:

Lapin Cadbury (851 votes)

Kingston Brown (669 votes)

Fig Faeth (573 votes)

Evan Kelmp (509 votes)

Kristen Applebees (487 votes)

winning PCs with the least individual votes:

Maggie (255 votes)

Bob (260 votes)

Sam Black (269 votes)

Cody Walsh (274 votes)

Gunnie Miggles-Rashbax (285)

evidently, individual votes accrued in round 1 aren't a great basis for predicting future success - Kelmp was the fourth most-voted for PC in round 1 but won't be making it to round3, and Gunnie was the fifth least-voted for character in round 1 but on track to head into round 3 by a pretty decent margin.

campaign stats:

the most to least successful campaigns, by % of characters that won their round 1 polls:

Fantasy High: 100% (6/6)

Misfits and Magic: 100% (4/4)

A Starstruck Odyssey: 83.3% (5/6)

A Court of Fey and Flowers: 83.3% (5/6)

The Unsleeping City: 77.8% (7/9)

A Crown of Candy: 75% (6/8)*

The Seven: 66.7% (4/6)

Neverafter: 66.7% (4/6)

Mentopolis: 66.7% (4/6)

Burrow's End: 66.7% (4/6)

Coffin Run: 25% (1/4)

Dungeons and Drag Queens: 25% (1/4)

The Ravening War: 20% (1/5)

Escape from the Bloodkeep: 16.7% (1/6)

Pirates of Leviathan: 16.7% (1/6)

Tiny Heist: 0% (0/6)

Mice and Murder: 0% (0/6)

Shriek Week: 0% (0/4)

*ACOC: while Amethar was passes on to round 2 to compete against Pinocchio, he did lose his initial poll against Rue. if we included Amethar as a winner, ACOC would have a considerably higher 87.5% success rate, making it the third most successful campaign overall.

it's definitely interesting to see how the success of various campaigns has changed over round 2! Fantasy High stays strong, while the MisMag crew has been wiped out, and several campaigns have lost all of their remaining PCs. it'll be exciting to see how the numbers look when all of the final votes for round 2 are in.

thank you all so much for playing along with this bracket! I hope you're all still having fun and are getting hype for round three :)

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anonymousoneshots · 1 year

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Thing For Me

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sexual Talk, Swearing, Teasing

You’re backstage at Wrestlemania 39, anxiously waiting for the end result of Roman’s highly-anticipated match against Cody Rhodes. You can’t help but hold your breath every time Roman’s pinned, willing him to kick out and keep fighting. There’s something about Roman in the ring that makes your veins pulse and your heart shudder.

You’re watching the match play out on the small TV in the back room, silently hoping nobody catches you. It was no secret to most of your friends in the back that you had a thing for Roman. You always went out of your way to watch all of his matches and promos, your smile lighting up a room whenever he was victorious. You wouldn’t necessarily call it a crush, not really. You just liked it when he won. You respected him and enjoyed his success. Nothing more. Not a single part of you was in denial either. Right?

You fold your hands together in front of your mouth and lightly bite on your thumb nail, nerves getting the better of you as you can feel the tension from the match in the atmosphere. Cody had Roman positioned for his finishing move, slamming him down in one swift motion. Your heart was hammering. Cody had him back and was going to hit it a second time. This is it. The end of the reign. You place your hands over your mouth and close your eyes, time seeming to slow. You hear a reaction from the crowd and open your eyes expecting to see Roman laid out, but instead you see Solo rolling out of the ring and Cody on the ground. Roman soon hits Cody with a spear and the ref counts to three. “Yes!” you exclaim, jumping in a circle in celebration. You feel adrenaline leaking out of you as Roman holds both belts high in the air, the legendary reign continuing. Your smile is wide and bright as you watch him in wonder, the television picture reflecting in your eyes.

Almost everyone has left the arena for the night, as you’re just finishing up gathering your gear and duffle bag. You slipped back on the dress you had worn into the arena after taking off your ring gear. You didn’t have a match at Wresltemania, but they like everyone backstage to be in gear just in case. It’s pretty quiet as you head out of the locker room, and you’re humming to yourself as you walk down the hall toward the exit and the car waiting for you, heels clicking in the silence.

You slow to a stop as you hear a muffled chuckle coming from one of the backstage rooms. A door is cracked open and you quietly step over to it, peeking to see who’s still here. Roman is leaning against an empty desk, phone to his ear with his back to the door. He’s wearing his signature Jordan’s with gray sweatpants and a Bloodline t-shirt. Your heart catches in your throat. Of course you’ve passed by Roman backstage before, even congratulated him on various wins in the past. But that always happened surrounded by people, and still each time, you were fully aware of him, cheeks flushing and heart racing. This time was no different.

“Alright, man, I’ll be there.” Roman clicks of his phone call and drops it into the pocket of his sweatpants, reaching to pick up his bag and belts off the desk beside him. You’re watching his every move, like it’s one of his matches on TV playing out in front of you. His hair is tied back and you can smell his cologne in the air. He turns around and swings the duffel over his shoulder, then the belts. He looks up and spots you. Quickly you spin away from the opening in the door and start to hustle down the hallway, keeping your head low. You hear the door shut behind you and Roman’s voice as it calls your name.

“[y/n].”

You stop and wince as your heart is running a mile a minute. Anytime you’ve been around Roman it has always been in a group of people. You weren’t even sure he knew your name, until now. You turn on your heel to face him as his long strides reach you fairly quickly. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and a racing heart. He looks down at you and tilts his chin up.

“You catch my match tonight?” He asks, a smirk forming at his lips. Shit, he knows.

“Congratulations,” you muster, now avoiding his gaze.

He’s fully smirking now, and taps on his belts with his left hand. “Didn’t doubt me, did you?” He asks.

“Never,” you exhale, now meeting his eyes, not aware you were holding your breath.

“Good girl.” He gaze trails down your body, the small, tight black dress you have on hugging each of your curves beautifully.

“Tell me, [y/n], did you enjoy watching your Tribal Chief win tonight?” Roman asks, taking a sauntering step closer to you. You instinctively take a step back, feeling intimidated and nervous as all hell.

“It was a good match,” you manage, feeling his prowling gaze drink in the sight of you. Where was this coming from? No way in hell could you possibly pull Roman. Could you? Roman nods and darts his tongue out to wet his lips.

“Word around here is you never miss one of matches. You got a thing for me, [y/n]?”

The world seems to slow and your thoughts turn to mush. You’ve never been asked about this before so bluntly. Not by your friends, not by anyone on the roster, and especially not by Roman himself, the star of all your fantasies. You shift uncomfortably and stare at the ground, words lost at your mouth. Roman chuckles at the way he’s making you squirm, the dominance in him gloating. “You want a ride back to the hotel, [y/n]?” He asks.

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The silence and tension during the car ride to the hotel is excruciating. Roman is relaxed as ever, casually leaning back against the seat. Your whole body is rich with tension, though, as you sit stiffly and are acutely aware of every breath you take. You don’t dare glance at him, but you feel his eyes on you, watching the rise and fall of your chest, your fingers in your lap nervously twisting your rings. Roman clears his throat and slides over closer to you, causing your heart to contract and your breath to catch.

“Tell me, [y/n], what is it about me that’s making you so tense? Relax, breathe.” He rests his hand on your knee, leaning forward trying to catch your gaze. You finally look at him with wide eyes, sure he can hear your heart pounding. His touch is sending waves through your body, and you instinctively squeeze your legs together. Roman smiles that cocky smile of his, almost like your someone he’s about to destroy. Almost. He removes his hand from your knee and leans back against the seat again, seemingly satisfied that he’s making you sweat. This car ride is dragging on and on, all you want is to be back at the hotel in the safety of your room and bed, far away from wherever this was.

Finally, the car pulls up to your hotel. You quickly reach for the door and step out into the cool air. Roman steps out after you, walking around towards the trunk to get the bags and his belts. You go to take your bag from him, saying thank you, but he pulls away. “No, no, I got you,” another cocky smile playing at the corner of his mouth. You smile at him and head toward the door. Once inside, you stand awkwardly in front of the elevator in silence, watching the floors light up as it heads to you.

“Thanks for the ride, and my bag,” you say, glancing over at him. He simply nods his head as the door opens and you both step inside. You’re preparing yourself for a long ride of awkward silence and tension, as Roman presses the button for the 15th floor.

“You’re very intimidating, you know,” you say. “That’s why I’m tense. You make me nervous.”

Roman chuckles and sets the bags and his belts down. You’re now passing floor 6.

“Is it that I make you nervous because I’m intimidating or because you have that thing for me?” He questions. You bite your lip and ignore the question. He turns towards you and steps closer, you can feel his breath on your ear. “Because what you really want from me is to be destroyed.”

Heat pools in your stomach and you audibly gasp. Before you have time to react further, he spins you toward him and pins you between his arms with your back to the wall. You lustfully search his eyes and want for his touch. “Roman-“ you start, but he roughly places his hand over your mouth and smiles.

“I bet you get all wet watching me, don’t you, [y/n]?” He husks into your ear. You squeeze your legs together in an effort to stop the building ache Roman’s causing. He looks into your eyes with a hunger, which only turns you on more. The elevator dings at it reaches your floor, and just as suddenly as Roman was on you, he’s off, bending to pick up the his bag and belts. He leaves yours on the floor. You’re left leaning against the wall of the elevator, breathing heavily. He steps out and turns towards you, drinking in the mess he’s made of you, a grin forming at his lips.

“Room 1547, if that thing for me turns into an urge you can’t satisfy.”

#roman x reader #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #reader insert #wwe #wwe x reader #fanfiction #one shot #fanfic #smut #wwe one shot #fan fiction

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Congrats on your amazing accomplishment! I'd like to submit a request for your event. I was thinking of a fic for a female reader and either Wolffe or Cody. My idea was that the reader works with either the 212th or 104th and has feelings for her Commander. Unbeknownst to the reader, her Commander has feelings for her as well. For whatever reason (winning the war, undercover mission, or whatever you're feeling), the battalion has to attend a black-tie formal event, and everyone (especially your Commander) is blown away at seeing you in a gorgeous floor length dress and all dolled up. That evening, the pining is unreal, and feelings are finally revealed🥰🥰🥰 Congrats again, and thank you for sharing your amazing work!!!❤️😁👍

thank you so much!! here is the fic, i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it :)

words: 1,808

summary: there's only one thing that makes an event like this worth going to, and wolffe doesn't realize what that is until he sees you walk by in a bright red dress.

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Hard to Breathe

If Wolffe got to choose a way to celebrate the bravery and honor of his troops, he definitely would not have picked a gala like this. They had recently returned from a mission that apparently caught the attention of the Senate and the Chancellor, and now the entire company was wearing their officer’s dress uniforms and awkwardly shuffling through a ballroom while people tried to make small talk to them about the horrors of the front lines.

“Do we really have to go to this thing?” he had asked the general the day before, the scowl on his face only growing when the Kel Dor nodded.

“The Republic would like to acknowledge the bravery of this battalion. We may wish their support came in a different manner, but it is important that we put our best foot forward tomorrow evening.”

Wolffe could read between the lines. He knew that meant he was required to attend, no matter how much he didn’t want to. It also meant that they were doing this partially to keep the Senate on their good side, and that even the General saw the uselessness in this kind of celebration.

And so far, Wolffe was feeling incredibly bored. The food and drinks were high quality, but that was the only good thing about this whole event. Or at least, it was until he saw you walk through the doors.

He didn’t usually forget how to breathe. Wolffe was a seasoned commander who had served on the front lines of the war from the moment he left Kamino, and he had been on more life threatening missions than he could shake a stick at. He also had a reputation for being calm and collected, no matter what the galaxy threw at them, even when they were faced with certain death.

But of the sudden, as he stared at you in a bright red dress, he felt like the entire world stopped. His brain had to metaphorically slap him back into function, because he had genuinely forgotten how to breathe.

He was a goner, he knew that now.

There was only so many times he could deny his feelings for the battalion’s civilian secretary when being questioned by Sinker and Boost, and now, there was really no way around it. You hadn’t noticed him yet, and he was perfectly fine with that, because he would prefer if he got himself under control before he interacted with you for the first time tonight.

If it took him a while to remember how to breathe, it took even longer for him to tear his eyes away from you in that dress. Floor length and bright red, the bodice was fitted but the skirt flared out at your waist, making it seem like you were floating over the floor as you took steps across the room to get a drink.

He had never seen you like this before. War wasn’t exactly the most conducive environment to this kind of dress code, and usually you wore sensible pants and a simple shirt, a symbol of your place on the front lines and your employment by the Republic. You had gone to battle with them before, and even wielded a blaster (something Wolffe was still not happy about). In his mind, you deserved to exist in a world where nothing bad ever happened to you, where you could live your days doing whatever you wanted, and where you could wear dresses like this one every evening for the rest of your life.

“Not so keen to leave now, huh?” Wolffe knew that voice, and he turned around to give Sinker a disapproving look.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really? So you’re not still scraping your jaw up off the floor because you watched her walk by in that dress?”

Wolffe huffed. Sinker was right, but he didn’t want to admit it. “Shut up.”

“You can lie to yourself however much you want, but you can’t deny the fact that your body language tells a different story. Maker, why do neither of you seem to realize that the other is just as disgustingly in love as you are?”

Wolffe desperately wanted to believe the words of his brother, but he tried not to show it. “You may be right about me,” he said lowly. “But you’re certainly wrong about her, so why don’t you just give it rest before she hears about this and requests a transfer to get away from me.”

To Sinker’s credit, he didn’t push the topic, but he did give Wolffe a look that clearly displayed his disapproval in how the conversation was going.

The real moment when Wolffe wanted to strangle his brother began when Sinker called your name and waved you over to them.

Kriff, you were even prettier up close.

“How are you enjoying the gala?” Sinker asked.

You shrugged. “It’s okay, but I think I’d rather have celebrated in more low-key way. Taken the cost of this ridiculous event and given it to you all in gift cards to 79’s, let everyone spend their nights in whatever way they wanted. Or given you an extra week of leave, something more meaningful than this.”

Wolffe nodded. “I agree,” he said.

Sinker rolled his eyes. “You both are no fun, perfect for each other. Why don’t you go dance a little, and then maybe you’ll change your mind about all this.”

Immediately, Wolffe knew what Sinker was doing. He and Boost had also been less-than-excited to have to attend this event tonight, so now he was just lying through his teeth.

But before Wolffe could apologize for his brother and assure you that you were under no obligation to dance with him, you spoke. “I suppose we could,” you said, extending your hand to Wolffe. “May I have this dance, commander?”

Not trusting himself to speak, Wolffe just nodded as he followed you to the center of the room. The song was slow, one very clearly played for lovers, and couples swayed together all around them.

Wolffe’s hands rested on your waist, and he could feel the soft material of your dress. He desperately wanted to run his hands across your back, feeling the way your skin shivered under his calloused fingertips.

He didn’t really know how to dance as well as some of the other Senators and their partners (it wasn’t really something they covered in basic training on Kamino), but he put all his focus in trying not to step on your toes, and so far, he was successful in his endeavors.

“I’m sorry you had to waste leave time attending this event,” you said sincerely, looking up at him with a kind expression on your face.

Wolffe chucked. He would never admit it, but seeing you in that dress and being able to dance with you right now had made this entire experience worth all the trouble. He would do battle a million times over if it meant he would be thanked by you in a dress like that. “It’s okay,” he said. “I suppose it’s better than letting our actions go without acknowledgment.”

“But still, I wish-”

“Mesh’la,” he said, the pet name escaping his lips before he could think twice about pulling it back. “I’m serious, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Alright,” you responded. “I’ll let it go.”

The song ended, and Wolffe let go of your waist, instead reaching down to take your hand. “Do you want to take a break from all this?” he said, leaning down to whisper the words in your ear. “I need some time away from all the stares and smalltalk.”

You nodded, leading him out the doors of the venue and into a small garden area. Secluded and quiet, Wolffe immediately felt more at ease now than he had for most of the night.

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you, and Wolffe couldn’t help the way he stared at your dress, the lantern lights in the area dancing across the fabric with every shift of your body.

Eventually, you spoke. “What does that word mean?”

Puzzled, he looked at you. “What word?” He had an inkling you were asking about what he had called you in the ballroom, but he wasn’t going to admit to anything before knowing if that was indeed what you wanted to know.

“The one you called me before, mesh’la?” you asked. “I didn’t recognize it.”

“It means beautiful,” he admitted, voice much more quiet than it had been all night. He was baring his heart to you, and now you would either accept or spurn his affections.

“You think I’m beautiful?”

To him, that was the dumbest question he’s ever heard, because of course the answer was yes. But he was no stranger to a spotty self esteem, so he just nodded. “I always have, but tonight only made me more sure. I forgot how to breathe for a while when I saw you walk through the door.” He squeezed your hand. “And I tried so hard not to make things weird when we were dancing, because I don’t want you to transfer.”

Now it was your turn to be puzzled. “Why would I transfer?”

“Because you don’t return my feelings,” he said, a twinge of sadness in his voice. “I know-”

But you cut him off before he could finish. “Who said I don’t return your feelings?”

“What?” There was probably a better way he could have voiced that thought, but oh well.

“Wolffe, I’ve had a crush on you from the moment we met. If anything, I thought you were too good for me.”

“You could never be too good for me, cyar’ika.” Rather than go back and forth for any longer, Wolffe leaned closer to you, and soon your faces were only inches apart. “Can I please kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, and when his lips landed on yours, Wolffe learned the real meaning of “forgetting how to breathe.”

He had kissed people before, but no one else could hold a candle to the way your lips felt as they moved against his. His hands found your waist and you pulled away for a split second, eliciting an honest-to-maker whine from the commander. You very clearly got the message, and the two of you remained in that garden, bodies pressed together and lips locked in passionate exploration, separating only to breathe when absolutely necessary.

There were only thoughts in Wolffe’s mind at this point, and they were: 1) how much he wanted to keep kissing you until he literally had to be dragged away from here, and 2) how much he hoped none of his brothers decided to come looking for the two of you, because he wanted to keep you to himself for just a little while longer.

- the end -

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tcwmatchmakingau · 10 months

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As Sweet As Sugar

Pairing: Wolffe x F!Reader (no physical descriptions)

Rating: SFW

Summary: Wolffe’s date is running late, and he finds himself wondering if he made a mistake.

A.N: This is my first Wolffe fic and I don’t know what I’m doing, so I figured I’d keep Part 1 short and sweet. I know typical Wolffe fanon sees him as more of a hard dom (I mean, I get it and I’m here for it…) but I wanted to take a softer approach with this fic.

Shout out to the reader who requested “Anything with Commander Wolffe where he is just a sweet kind flirty date?”

Word Count: 687 (I’m shocked I was able to write something shorter than 2.5k words lmao)

Warnings: None, just fluff and first date awkwardness.

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Wolffe was beginning to regret this decision.

Dating… matchmaking? He didn’t have time for any of this. There was still much work to be done— endless stacks of reports to review and approve before he could finalize his men’s reassignments and discharge orders. It turned out that even winning the war could not put an end to all the paperwork.

He drummed his fingers on the table and scanned the busy roof-top cafe, looking any sign of his date. The glass-domed dining room was lush with exotic greenery, which provided a surprising amount of privacy to its patrons while giving the space a vibrant tropical feel, despite the cafe’s location high in Coruscant’s skyline.

“So what are you looking for, Commander Wolffe?” the matchmaker, Sander Loris, had asked him when they met in the the RTL offices.

Wolffe didn’t have an answer for Sander then, and he still wasn’t sure now.

He had visited RTL Matchmaking in an apparent moment of weakness, after meeting his brothers for drinks. Cody and Rex were both enamored and gushing about their new partners, and even kriffing Fox couldn’t stop smiling and messaging his partner the whole night. Wolffe had left that night, wondering what if.

And so here he was, several weeks later, sitting in possibly the nicest space he’d ever set foot in, waiting for a mystery date who was running late. He shifted in his seat, tugging awkwardly at his new civilian clothes. It still felt weird to wear civvies, but Cody had insisted that Wolffe wear something appropriately casual to make the right impression, instead of his officer’s uniform like Wolffe had planned.

Not that it mattered, because she still wasn’t here.

He glanced around the room again before looking out the window. The busy afternoon skylane traffic was nearly obscured by the decorative vegetation lining the windows, and he absently wondered where all those people were going and how they spent all their free civilian time.

“Commander Wolffe?” A light voice at his side snapped his attention back into the room.

All lingering reservations Wolffe held about this date evaporated quickly when he saw you standing near the table, smiling hopefully at him as you awaited his response. Your smile ran him through instantly, just as your voice had cut through the soft murmur of the cafe.

Wolffe shot up from his seat a bit too suddenly and stood straight and at attention, as if summoned by his General. “Ma’am,” he said stiffly and just barely managed to stop himself from saluting you. Instead, he held out his hand to you in a casual greeting.

You smiled and chuckled as you took his hand and insisted he call you by your first name.

Wolffe repeated your name, and it did not escape his notice how warm and soft your hand was, and how neatly it fit into his.

“Please, call me Wolffe,” he added with what he hoped was a charming smile as he released your hand, but his voice still felt stiff in his own ears.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Wolffe. And I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. This is really not how I wanted to start things, but an unfortunate emergency at work delayed me,” you winced apologetically as you sat across from him. “Even when I’m done with work, it never seems to be done with me.”

You laughed nervously and he couldn’t help but smile at the endearing sound. “Ah, yes. I’m all to familiar with that feeling.”

You visibly relaxed at his words and flashed a smile even more brilliant than the last. “Well, even so, I’m glad you didn’t bail on me.”

“Oh it takes more than that to scare me off,” Wolffe replied quickly, holding your gaze as a crooked smile curved the corner of his mouth.

You looked away first, with a bashful little smile, and diverted your focus to the menu.

Oh, that one…that was his favorite smile so far. He made it his goal for the evening to get you to give him as many of those as could get…

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jedi-lothwolf · 9 months

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Codywan Week Day 1: Cody With a Lightsaber

Summary: Cody learns to use Obi-wan's lightsaber.

Warning: slight violence?

Note: Cyare: Mando'a for beloved/loved

A lightsaber is a Jedi's life. The crystal carefully calls to you, knowing you'll use its power for good. Who decided to trust it with was your decision.

Obi-wan carefully placed his in Cody's callused hands, "can you take care of this for me? I can't take it on my mission."

"Wouldn't you rather have Anakin hold on to it?" Cody was unsure. He knew how much lightsabers meant to the jedi. Was he really the one who should be the one to watch over it?

"No, I'm sure. It wasn't a hard decision. I'll be back in a few days." He smiled, hoping Cody understood how much this meant.

"Okay. It'll be here when you arrive." Cody hooked it to his belt in the pace he had hallowed out for it. Obi-wan seemed careless with his saber sometimes. Cody ended up holding on to it so he carved a place for it in his armor, altering his most personal possession.

After Obi-wan got back he taught him how to use the lightsaber. Turning it on and off, hold it correctly, and how to fight and protect. Cody picked it up quickly, the Jedi even joked that Cody was force sensitive. He even found a training saber for the commander when they sparred.

As time passed, Cody got better at using it. He no longer feared getting hit by the blade, knowing he wouldn't because of his skill. As he got better the general got closer to him. He stood behind him, wrapping his hands around Cody's body to guide him.

Obi-wan was so warm and inviting. He was patient and passionate. The two found themselves getting to close for the code to like. Lightsabers weren't the only thing to interlock. Hands and lips touched each other gently.

So much was going on. Fire rose on the battlefield and Cody watched Obi-wan. The Jedi fought with the sith apprentice Asajj Ventress. He was losing.

Not long after the sith struck him down. Cody didn't hesitate. He shot at her and rushed to his general's side. Grabbing Obi-wan's lightsaber and turned it on.

The memories of learning to use the saber filled his head as well as the fondness of the time they spent together. Cody looked down at Obi-wan, knowing he held his life in his hands. He would be damned if he would let his cyare's faith be placed wrong.

Ventress was entertained. "You're going to fight me?"

Cody didn't answer. Instead he attacked. Intrigued Ventress held off killing him. When she got bored she would just cut his head off and be done with it.

Obi-wan awoke to lightsabers classing. He attempted to get off the ground. Failing the first time he looked up to see Cody fighting his enemy. He was in awe of his commander.

However he knew the sith was humoring him. Obi-wan had to get up. It scared him to think what may happen if he didn't.

The Jedi pulled himself to his feet, ready to do what was necessary to pull this battle out of the separatist hands. "Cody" he started.

The clone turned his head for just a moment. "Hey general."

"Can I have my saber please?" He joked.

"Of course sir." Cody smiled under his helmet and quickly, yet gently, handed Obi-wan back his saber. He grabbed his gun and stayed nearby.

The battle was just barely a Republic win. Cody helped the injured where he could and when he was no longer of any use went to find Obi-wan.

"Thank you." Obi-wan smiled upon seeing Cody come to his side.

"I'm just glad you're alright. Thank you for trusting me with your life."

"Thank you for taking time to learn how it works."

@codywanweek

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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Cody anon here, I’m excited to hear you’ll write for him!! Could you write something kinda angsty or enemies to lovers-esque? Like the reader being concerned about his peck injury before his match with Seth at Hell in a Cell and it resulting in an argument between the two, or the reader & Cody becoming a mixed tag team and neither one liking each other very much at first?

I’ll read literally anything you write, so if you decide to do something different and don’t like these suggestions it’s no problem! :)

Cody Rhodes x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestlers Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

I hope you like it.

WC: 1374

Gifs & Photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @goodtimesgreatmemories 2nd gif @womenwwe 3rd @juliahart

Summary: Cody & f/Reader fight over his upcoming match with Seth. Cody wants to wrestle with his injury & f/Reader tries to stop him.

YN'S POV:

"Gahh! Why do you have to be so damn difficult?" I asked the man in front of me, crossing my arms over my chest, trying not to slap him in the face.

"I know my body YN and I know I will be just fine to wrestle," which just made me roll my eyes at the stubborn man.

"You are just going to make it worse. You even got told not to wrestle this weekend by medical professionals, but oh yes tell me you know your body."

I held up my hands in mock defeat as he just sighed at me. "Will you just let it go, for fucks sake YN, I am a grown-ass man who has wrestled through worse."

"And every single time you had to take a long ass time off to recover."

I would know this as I am head of the Physiotherapy for all the wrestlers here at WWE.

"I am doing this and that is final."

I wanted to stomp my foot like a child and throw a tantrum just because I didn't get my way, but I just turned around and left the man standing there with a smug smile on his face.

He doesn't get that he now has a massive target on his chest, literally. He can seriously fuck up his chest and every other muscle and tendon attached to it.

Cody can ruin his whole career just because he didn't take this one time to recover and he knows this, or he should know this.

But he refuses to listen to reason and I will have to watch from the back as Colby attacks him over and over again.

"What has got you muttering?" Bianca asked me with an amused smile on her face. I went to answer her but she just held up her hand and then placed said hand under her chin and a thinking stance.

"I got it, does it have to do with Cody 'the man who you say you hate but secretly love' being a stubborn asshole about tonight's match?"

"Okay, first off, I do hate the man, and secondly, yes."

"He is a Runnels YN, you know how hard-headed they can be."

"I know, I just don't want him to mess this up. He left AEW and came here and I don't want one injury that he has control over, to mess up not only this one shot for the title but could also end his whole career."

Bianca placed her hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner and gave it a quick squeeze, knowing how frustrated I am with him.

"Come on now Bianca. It is time for your appointment anyway. Gotta make sure you're in tip-top shape tonight."

CODY RHODES POV:

The moment she turned and left the room, I wanted to go after her and try and talk some sense into her but I know that isn't gonna happen.

When my medical reports came back and landed on her desk, she sought me out and asked me why I was even thinking about wrestling tonight. Why I couldn't give myself more time to recover, I tried to explain to her why, but she wouldn't listen.

YN knows how important this match is to me and knows that I have to prove to everyone here and the fans out there that I belong here in WWE.

I left AEW because of personal reasons that I have yet to disclose to anyone but I have to make this work here at WWE. I have to win this match against Colby or else people may just believe that I am some just washed-up hack.

I looked in the mirror and noticed that the bruise seemed to be getting worse, and no amount of makeup to help cover it, trust me, we tried.

"You know she is right you know?"

I looked and saw that Kevin was standing there, smiling at me. I just glared at him.

"You of all people should know that we wrestle through all kinds of shit. Why care so much about this one injury?"

"And you usually never give a damn when one of the medical staff gives a shit about you. Why her?"

I opened my mouth to give some lame ass excuse, but nothing came out. "It is time to move on from Brandi and you need to stop fighting with your feelings about this. That is why YN and you fight constantly. You two are more alike than you like to think."

YN didn't even look at me as I passed her to walk out. She would usually wish me luck, but this time she just stared down at her phone and refused to acknowledge me.

Colby and I wrestled with everything we had and in the end, I won. I held up my arms in victory, and I hope I didn't show how much I am in.

I walked backstage and YN was waiting for me, with a concerned but angry look on her face. She indicated to follow her and I did after a few moments of my friends and colleagues congratulating me.

Once we got to her office, she slammed the door shut and I could just feel the anger radiating off of her body.

She looked me over and tutted every single time I made a noise in pain. "Are you going to not speak to me this entire time?"

"Why waste my breath, Cody?"

"Ha, got you to finally say something," I smirked but that quickly left my face as she glared at me. She worked in silence for a bit longer and then told me that I could go.

"Any tips?"

"Just relax for a couple of days. Ice it and no working out. Don't be shocked if the bruise gets bigger and works its way down your arm and side."

I muttered a soft thank you and left her alone, contemplating how I can win back her friendship.

YN'S POV:

"Delivery for YN LN."

I closed my eyes and counted to five and said that was me. I was handed another bouquet. I thanked the Delivery Person and looked around for another vase or even a mug to place these flowers in.

Three days of flowers Delivery and Cody hasn't given up. I know he wants me to talk to him and I will, but damn, let me finish being angry at my own pace.

Three hours later, a giant Teddy bear was delivered and now enough is enough. I sent a text to him demanding he comes to my office.

His head was barely through the door and I was telling him to sit down. "I see you got my gifts."

"Yes and I forgive you, now will you stop the deliveries, please? I like flowers but not this much."

"Only if you go out to dinner with me."

"Fine." Knowing deep down it was a dinner between two friends.

"I don't think you are understanding what I am asking. I want to take you out on a date. No talk of work or wrestling. Just us, on a date."

"I am not just some backup because you are lonely Runnels."

"For the love of God YN, it isn't like that. I like you, fuck. I have moved on from Brandi and my thoughts are filled with you and you alone."

"You better mean it, Cody. I am no one's second choice," he reached across the desk and took my hand in his. He ran his thumb over my knuckles.

"I mean it. I have just been too damn stubborn to realise why we fight so much is because, well I like you. Kevin had to practically give me a swift kick in the ass to make me realise."

"One date Cody."

One date turned into three, which turned into two years of dating. Then one full of year of us being engaged and tomorrow is the day we get married.

We still bicker but it usually ends with one of us apologising with a kiss, and our favourite food.

Who knew one fight over an injury would make us finally come go terms with our feelings?

Well Kevin did.

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tdinyomomma · 8 months

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The Big Sleep- TDI x Reader story (ch:three)

If you haven’t read: Two

An air horn goes off and Leshawna shoots up, hitting her head. "Ow! It's 7:00 in the morning. Do I look like a farmer to you?" She shouts out the window. I tiredly laugh, yawning. We all get dressed making our way outside.

"Morning! Hope you slept well!" Chris greets us. "Hi Chris, you look really buff in those shorts." Heather feeds into his already major ego, fluffing him up. "I know." He winks, snapping at her. "Okay, I hope you're all ready because your next challenge begins in exactly one minute." Chris taps his wrist. "Oh, excuse me, I don't know if that's enough time to eat breakfast." Owen speaks up, clearly in distress about it. "Oh, you'll get breakfast Owen, right after you complete your 20 kilometer run around the lake." He announces, pointing to the body of water in front of us.

"Oh, so you're funny now?" Eva raises a brow. "You know what I think would be funny-" Geoff and Duncan hold her back from getting at the host of the show who's completely unbothered. "Eva, try to control your temper." Courtney whispers but gets ignored, "You're enjoying this aren't you?" She raises a fist. "A little." Chris admits.

"You have 30 seconds." He taunts, pointing at his watch. I just start walking to the lake, Cody jogs after me. "What?" I ask and he just grins. "Okay... then..."

We get into a line. "Okay, runners! On your mark, get set, go!" Chris yells, I start off with a slight jog, not completely pushing myself here. Cody of course keeps up with me. "You're good at this." He compliments and at this point I just feel like I'm good at everything with how many compliments I'm getting and I do not need to feed into my ego. "So are you, Cory was it?" i know his name but I like messing with people. "Cody, but you can call me Cory. You can call me anything you'd like." Hey says and I mentally curse then run faster. "Hey, wait up!" He calls.

"Pick it up people! If you're not back in time, you don't eat!" Chris yells into a mega phone just like he did on the cliff. Only this time he's driving past us on a moped.

I roll my eyes, running past plenty of others with a bored expression. I was on my school's track team, this is nothing.

Cody and I make it into the lodge with DJ, we all sit together, catching our breaths and cooling down. All of us sat silently to calm down. I throw my head down, waiting for everyone to fill in the lodge. "Clear the table stat!" Owen bursts through the door, holding a knocked out Noah. "Oh, we made it." Leshawna crawls in as Owen is doing compressions on Noah.

"What took you so long?" Courtney snaps at Harold who's gripping onto his chest trying to breathe in and out. "I think I'm having heart palpitations."

"Hey, wait a minute. If they lost that means we won the challenge!" Gwen says, everyone stops what they're doing to cheer, even Noah wakes up from whatever he was in. "Whoa there! Hold your horses, guys. That wasn't the challenge." Chris says.

"What did he just say?" Gwen squinted her eyes, but disappointment was cut short when curtains I didn't even see were there open to a whole buffet table. "Who's hungry?"

"After a whole week of brown sludge, I almost cried when I saw that buffet." Gwen admits.

"And then I saw it, the buffet table. It was beautiful. There was Turkey and Nanaimo bars and baked beans in maple syrup. Could I have a minute?" He then pretends to cry, holding his head.

Everyone ended up stuffing themselves. I got disgusted by all the chewing. I ended up only eating a tiny bit before leaving the lodge. I sat outside until I heard Chris talk about how it's a two part challenge. Some awake-a-thon and being the last one standing wins invincibility.

We're all sat out by the fire and I just feel bored, not even tired. Maybe because I didn't eat as much as everyone else did.

12 hours in, Owen went on about being up but not even seconds later passed out. I laugh, taking out my MP3 Player and earbuds to listen to music but it was really just to eavesdrop or be peaceful.

"The awake-a-thon was definitely the most brutal thing I've ever done in my life." Gwen tiredly tells the camera.

"This is the most boring thing I've ever done in my life." Gwen says.

"So my strategy is to get two campers to form an alliance with me and take to the final three. The only question is, who can I find that is either desperate or dumb enough to do whatever I say?" Heather shares her idea.

Lindsay's now doing a handstand and one of my earbuds is now out of my ear. Because even seeing this I do not understand what this blonde is doing right now. "What are you doing?" Gwen asks her, I thank her mentally because I didn't want to be the one to ask. "Trying to get the blood to rush to my head. I think it's working." She says simply. "Can I try?" Beth excitedly questions. "Sure."

I turn to Leshawna. "I wonder how they're gonna go out." I chuckle and she snorts. "Heather will definitely take care of that." We both quietly laugh.

Cody looks up at me and waves, I do a peace sign back causing him to tiredly grin. "What's going on between you two?" Leshawna giggles, nudging me and I try not my best not to laugh. "He has some stupid crush on me. It'll pass." I wave it off as nothing.

"I know like 4 people that got some stupid crush on that girl. Wouldn't say I'm surprised though. Did you see the way she effortlessly ran today? Amazing." She perks up but then catches what she's saying and then stammers. "I mean... like she literally ran that without breaking a sweat it seemed. That's crazy."

Eva gets up to go to the bathroom. I turn back to Leshawna. "Do you have your eye on anyone?" I play with the string of my ear buds.

"Nah, we ain't here for all that." She was lying. I could tell by the way she holds herself. I raise my eyebrows and she nervously laughs. "I'm serious." I put my hands up in defense. "Okay, okay." I whisper. "What about you?" She brings it back to me, which I should've known was going to happen. I catch myself glancing over to Gwen then over to Heather but I shake my head. "There's definitely some attractive people here but I don't know about crushing." I hum, leaning back on the wood.

Now hitting the 24 hour mark I sat with Gwen, 9 of us awake and 7 of the Killer Bass. Courtney's running in place.

Tyler screams, jolting a few people up. "Congratulations campers. You've made it to the 24 hour mark. Time to take it up a notch." He uncovers a pile of books as Chef was wearing a pink lamb costume and holding a lyre? "Fairy tales."

"Oh he's not serious." Gen says. "I think he is." I roll my eyes and Chris clears his throat, opening a book. "Once upon a time, there was inside this boring kingdom... a boring village. And inside this boring, sleepy village, filled with very boring children who did very boring things..." Next was Chef spreading glitter in a tu-tu dancing ballet.

Dj tied himself straight onto a tree but knocked it down after instantly falling asleep. "Timber!" Gwen yawned.

Now at the 40 hour mark, 4 Killer bass and 7 of us remained. I'm not lying in front of Gwen. My limbs sprawled out. We're five now as Beth and Lindsay pass out.

"Okay, favorite song?" Gwen asks me, and I think for a minute. "Breaking dishes." I stretched then sat up. "Favorite color?" I ask. "Midnight blue, yours?"

"The rainbow, I couldn't pick any color then the others would be left out." I rant a little bit and Gwen awes at my answer right before yawning. I sprung into slight action, getting onto my knees and ankles shaking her jokingly. "Don't fall asleep. Okay, quick. Favorite movie moment?" I question her.

"You're gonna think it's cheesy." She says and I chuckle. "I might but hey mine's probably stupid." I assure her... kind of. "You might?" She laughs, "I gotta be honest." I smile as we both calm our laughter. "But seriously, no judgment here." I put my pinky up and she links hers with mine. "Okay, the kiss at the end of that road-trip movie. You know the one with the guy and the three girls?" My jaw drops. "Really? I love that movie." I gasp, grabbing onto one of her hands. "No way, people always call that movie stupid." And as I went to say something in response a naked, sleepwalking Owen walked in front of us.

Our eyes widen sharply before following over to see his clothes laid out on the ground.

"Did I mention that I ate the entire dish of baked beans and maple syrup? Funny thing about baked beans, they make me sleepwalk." He awkwardly informs the audience.

Gwen was now laying on her stomach as I stayed sitting up. "Wow, they sleep together too." I laugh and she tiredly smiles. "Even though this is to go all the way to just one person I hope we make it to the end together." Gwen yawns, I stare up at the sky humming in agreement. But if I'm being truly honest I know I can't get too attached to anyone. At the end of the day this is 100,000 dollars on the line.

Now we're both watching the stars, laying flat on the ground, her pinky linked with mine. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, it's weird but I think I'm so tired that I'm not tired anymore. Does that make sense?" She explains, I yawn once again causing her to yawn too. "Definitely, but we can get through this. Think of how good not being eliminated will feel." I remind her. "True."

We then look for constellations again and really I'm just listening to her talk. It was quite soothing but as I'm listening I look around at the others. I notice Heather alone and staring at me. Since she's so tired her reflexes were slow so I caught it before she looked away. I smile to myself. "You still there, [Name]?" Gwen wiggles her pinky and I chuckle. "I'm right here." I assure her.

At 51 hours Gwen and I are now standing and watching Justin not moving, in some weird pose. "Look at him, he's like a statue. He hasn't moved in over 50 hours." Gwen points out and we both yell at him, making random noises but he doesn't even falter. "Amazing, look at the concentration." She compliments but I stare at him closely, rubbing the back of my neck once I realize his eyes are painted. "Aren't his eyes blue? Like menacingly blue?" I quiz, waving a hand in his face but Gwen actually pokes him in the cheek. His head shakes and his real eyes open. We both gasp. "

"His eyelids are painted, I saw it!" Eva calls. "Shut up! Oh, I've got to see this." Chris laughs, sprinting to Justin who smiles nervously, knowing he's just been caught. "That is so freaking cool," Chris admits. "But you're still out, dude." He walks away, the model slumps sadly.

Hours pass, hitting 84 and I don't even understand how we're making it this far. It's all worth it though to see Noah spooning Cody, kissing his ear. The two wake up screaming.

Now it's up to Gwen, Heather, Trent and I. "i'd kill for a coffee right now." Gwen tells us, I nod bringing my knees to my chest. I sat in front of Heather, besides Gwen. "What is the matter with you people?" Chris comes up to us with a coffee in hand, sipping it quite loudly. "Come on, fall asleep already," He whines.

Gwen crawls to his knees. "You gotta hook me up man. I'll even eat the grinds." She pleads with the annoying host. "All right, you six stay with me. The rest of you go and get a shower, for heaven's sake you stink!" He orders the losers and I sigh wishing I was them right about now.

"I didn't want it to come to this. I said that to Chef Hatchet last night. I said, "Chef, I don't want it to come to this." But darn it, these campers are tough. And so I've come up with the most boring, sleep inducing activity I can find." Chris announces to the camera or the audience- whatever. I'm too tired to think.

"Oh, Come on. What now? Okay, you know what? Bring it on." Gwen places her hands on her hips.

"The history of Canada." The red covered book pops open. "A pop up book." It was a beaver. "Chapter on: The Beaver, national symbol and a "dam" fine hat." He reads, we all groan but I can feel my sleepiness really kick in. Eva fell asleep and so did Heather.

Trent starts to fall back, Gwen and I try to save him but it is too late. "Damn." I shake my head.

"Time for a bathroom break. Any takers?" He asks us three.

"I've held it this long, Mouse and Sweetheart." I wince as he holds himself. "I can go all day." He tells us. "Yeah but can you hold it for ten more chapters?" Gwen Crosses her arms. That gets him to get up and make his way to the bathroom. "You've got 5 minutes." Chris tells the bad teen. "Long as you don't mind a little company." Chris adds the last part. "Fine but stay out of the stall." Duncan snaps at the camera man who nods his head.

Gwen and I sit down and she sighs. "I don't know how much longer I can do this." She groans. "Keep it up, Gwenny. You got this." I rub her arm and her face turns pink. "You too."

A cameraman gives Chris a paper. "We have news! It looks like Duncan's taken a dive on the can, which means the official winners of the awake-a-thon are Gwen-" She goes to fall face first to the ground but I catch her, bringing her up into my arms. "And [Name]!"

"The Screaming Gophers win!" Chris holds up our weak hands.

I stand up, throwing Gwen over my shoulder and carrying her to our cabin with as much strength as I can muster. Gripping onto the railing to steady myself up the stairs as she's knocked out cold. I whimper up the final stair, bursting in through the door and lying her down on her bunk before I end up collapsing on the ground, instantly falling asleep on the hardwood floor.

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A Calivada Essay in Song Lyrics

Lowkey inspired by @sleepdeprivedsimp234's song lyrics posts I decided to let my instincts win and put together a post full of song lyrics that are Calivada-coded to me. (Since the latest episode got me fully back on my Calivada bullshit. You could say they took a high-speed rail straight into my heart. )

The songs are roughly in order with how I picture the progression of their relationship. It starts with the early days of the Gold and Silver rushes and the Wild West, marked with periods of stormy and reckless whirlwind romance. Then it progresses into the early 20th century, with them growing apart, and yet together: Nevada finding his identity in casinos and sin, and California giving into the hedonism of Hollywood. Somewhere along the line, they became on-and-off again FWB, coming together when they're drunk, or lonely, or hopeless... or all of the above, locked in a frankly toxic and tumultuous co-dependent relationship. Not quite enemies, not quite lovers, definitely not friends... (or so they'll say).

Just... them. Anyway...

A bunch of these have been compiled from suggestions from various people over the past year-ish and some are just my shitty millennial taste in mid-2000s pop rock.

Link to actual playlist here

PART 1: "We're meant to be together like silver and gold"

California and Nevada meet for the first time. There's an immediate attraction to each other-- is it really love or is it simply a lust for the sparkle of silver and gold? Either way, it's a force of nature when they come together.

Silver and Gold- Parade of Lights (Cali's perspective)

Can you let me in if I take you home? / I'm never giving up 'cause I can't let go / I feel it in the air, feel it in my bones / We're meant to be together like silver and gold

Silver Stallion- The Highwaymen (Cali's perspective)

I'm gonna find me a reckless woman / Razor blades and dice in her eyes / Just a touch of sadness in her fingers / Thunder and lightning in her thighs

And we're gonna ride / We're gonna ride / Ride like the one eyed jack of diamonds with the devil close behind / We're gonna ride

Reckless Love- Bleachers (Nevada's perspective)

So give me a chance to remember / What I've given up to defend ya / I would burn my dreams away / Just to stand in the thankless shadows of your reckless love

gold rush- Taylor Swift (Nevada's perspective)

What must it be like / To grow up that beautiful? / With your hair falling into place like dominos / I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors / With my [49ers] t-shirt hanging from the door / At dinner parties / I call you out on your contrarian shit / And the coastal town We wandered 'round had never / Seen a love as pure as it / And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea / 'Cause you know it could never be

Stardust- MIKA (Nevada's perspective)

I could put a little stardust in your eyes / Put a little sunshine in your life / Give me a little hope that you'll feel the same And I wanna know if I'll see you again / See you again Funny how the time is rushing by / And all the little things we leave behind / But even then, in everything I do / Is a little bit of me, a little bit of you / When will I see you again?

Addict- Silva Hound (I think this is from Hazbin Hotel lmao) (Nevada's perspective)

So what if I misbehave? It's what everybody craves / You already know / So come if you're feeling brave / And fancy yourself a mate

You want it, I got it, see what you like? / We could have it all by the end of the night / Your money and power, my sinful delight / A hit of that heaven and hell, a hell of a high

PART 2: "We are brief summer lightning (we are sparks that spiral upwards in the darkness in the night)"

As they spend more time together, their affection for each other grows. They'll deny that they were ever in love, but the history between them doesn't lie.

Wild as You- Cody Johnson (Cali's perspective)

You're like wakin' in the morning by a mountain stream / You're like watchin' an eagle floating on the breeze / And as I listen to you dreaming by my side / I wish I could call you mine

But you belong where the four winds blow / Out where the untamed mustang roam / Like a sweet summer rain passin' through / Never seen anything wild as you

Hymn for the Weekend- Coldplay (Cali's perspective)

Oh, angel sent from up above / You know you make my world light up / When I was down, when I was hurt / You came to lift me up / Life is a drink and love's a drug / Oh, now I think I must be miles up / When I was a river, dried up / You came to rain a flood

Summer Lightning- Garnet Rogers (Nevada's perspective)

We are brief as summer lightning / We are swift as swallow's flight // We are sparks that spiral upward in the darkness in the night / We are frost upon a window / We won't pass this way again / In the end only love remains

Peaceful Easy Feeling- The Eagles (Cali's perspective)

I like the way your sparkling earrings lay against your skin so brown / I wanna sleep with you in the desert tonight / With a billion stars all around

Death Valley Queen- Flogging Molly (Nevada's perspective)

Death valley queen where have you been? / Since they crowned you in glory / Filled your head with dreams / But it still goes to show in every desert / There's a rose that's bloomin' for all to be seen

House of Memories- Panic! At the Disco (Nevada's perspective)

Those thoughts of past lovers, they'll always haunt me / I wish I could believe you'd never wrong me / Then will you remember me in the same way as I remember you?

Baby, we built this house on memories / Take my picture now, shake it 'til you see it / And when your fantasies become your legacy Promise me a place / In your house of memories

Joy Ride- The Killers

(I showed enough restraint to wait until ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE to include a Killers song. Y'all should be proud /s )

It's gettin' close to sundown over the Sierra / Stranded on the heatwave, burnin' with desire / She was on the sidewalk, looking for a nightlife / We talked about the real things and drove into the fire

Headlights on the highway, the desert wind is howlin' / Rattlesnakes and romance are spillin' with the rain / Candy apple red dress, bleedin' when she kissed me / Heaven a ragtop, take away my pain

PART 3: "Just call me angel of the morning, angel..."

The relationship has lost its initial shine and turned tumultuous. Difference in personality emerge and disagreements become common. And yet, they still can't keep their hands off each other... maybe they both like the drama. They are both performers, after all...

The Way it Was- The Killers (Nevada's perspective)

I drove through the desert last night / I carried the weight of our last fight / Elvis singing "don't be cruel" / And I wonder if you feel it too / It's like we're going under

Somewhere outside the lonely Esmeralda county line / The question of my heart came to my mind

If I go on with you by my side / Can it be the way it was when we met? / Did you forget all about those golden nights?

Bend and Break- FM-84 feat. Ollie Wride (Cali's perspective)

Leave your reason at the door / 'Cause the writing's on the wall / The sunshine's gone / Maybe it's too soon to call / But we've both been here before , so I'm waiting on

No our music it ain't done, 'cause I found our revelry / In the highways and the dancehalls that filled our history

Angel of the Morning- Juice Newton (Nevada's perspective)

There'll be no strings to bind your hands / Not if my love can't bind your heart / There's no need to take a stand / For it was I who chose to start / I see no need to take me home / I'm old enough to face the dawn

Just call me angel of the morning, angel / Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby / Just call me angel of the morning, angel / Then slowly turn away from me

Body- Jordan Suaste (1st part- Cali's perspective; 2nd part- Nevada's perspective)

Body, let me see your body / Take off all your makeup and your clothes / Trust me, why don't you just trust me? / You're the only beauty, show me more

You're not a dime a dozen / Oh, your skin is golden / Let me show the whole damn world / You're one in a billion / The only thing you're missin' / Is some tape over that mouth

BABY SAID- Maneskin (Cali's perspective; Nevada is "baby")

Baby said "When you're talking, I go dead" "Shut your mouth, give me your head" (uh-uh-uh-uh) I know you really want to Baby said "Let me taste your silhouette" "You can talk between my legs" (uh-uh-uh-uh) I know you really want to

Faithless- The Airborne Toxic Event (Cali's perspective)

I wake up early my head ain't right / It's the fever dream of what we did last night / I flex my fingers and feel my age / Fifteen minutes till we take the stage / And I call you when I wake up drunk / My arms are cold and my head is sunk / They say the lights go up at ten PM / Just make sure you're okay by then

Neon Medusa- The Midnight (Either one tbh)

It's a highway, highway to the dark / And a neon medusa's got your heart / Sweet canyon lullabies, don't look straight into its eyes

Alone Together- Fall Out Boy (Both)

Cut me off, I lost my track / It's not my fault, I'm a maniac / It's not funny anymore, no it's not / My heart is like a stallion / They love it more when it's broken / Do you wanna feel beautiful, do you wanna? / I'm outside the door, invite me in / So we can go back and play pretend

and also

This is the road to ruin, and we're starting at the end

PART 4: "I only love you when I'm drunk"

Fast-forward to today (well, the past few decades, really), and they're THOSE TWO drama-Filled Frenemies With Benefits (although the benefits are debatable at this point).

Jilted Lovers and Broken Hearts- The Killers (Nevada's perspective)

Why did you roll your dice, show your cards? / Jilted lovers and broken hearts / You're out on the wind and I'm still waiting to be found

Yeah, will I ever win? / Only time will tell / You've gotta suffer to remember how well / That our ideals never really marched in time / That's the bottom line / Jilted lovers and broken hearts

Getting Even- White Lies (Cali's perspective)

If you're getting even, you're getting even / Trying to get even, better start believing / I can forgive and we can forget / Even after all this wrestling of conscience / I can forgive and we can forget / Even after all this love and other nonsense

Love You When I'm Drunk- MIKA (Both)

Don't get me wrong, last night I didn't change my mind / It was the drink, it was leaving me blind / And when I kissed you, it was such a big mistake / A couple drinks, that's the chance that I take

We All Get Lonely- The Wrecks feat. TOMI (Nevada's perspective)

You're so in love with self-destruction / You're bringing me down

Why'd you come over? / Are you sober? / Are you playing around?

You touch me gently / But it's empty / You should figure it out

Don't say, say you love me, need me / Until you've had your fun / Use me when you get lonely / We all get lonely / You're not the only one

FUCK ABOUT IT- Waterparks (Nevada's perspective)

I like you but I need some space / I like you kinda far away / It's not hard to kill a day lookin' at your face / I like you but I need some room / Been givin' me your attitude / It doesn't always stay that way / I hate the aftertaste

Ancient History- Set it Off (Both)

Damn, pick up the phone, I know I'm drunk again / And you, know my intentions 'cause it's two a.m. / It's fun and games until we both get hurt / We play with fire 'cause we like the way it burns / No use in patching up a sinking ship / This is the last time we do this, baby / This is the last time you taste my lips

I know, I know how to drive you wild / You know, you know how to make me smile / But I need you to be / My ancient history

I know, I know who you really are / You know, you know how to break my heart / But I need you to be / My ancient history

Walk Me Home- P!nk (California's perspective-- despite everything that's happened between them, he still goes to Nevada when he's hurt and lonely)

Walk me home in the dead of night / I can't be alone with all that's on my mind / So say you'll stay with me tonight / 'Cause there's so much wrong going on outside

Till It Shines- Bob Seger (Nevada's perspective; reflecting on California's loneliness)

Storm the walls around this prison / Leave the inmates, free the guards / Deal me up another future / From some brand new deck of cards

Take the chip off of my shoulder / Smooth out all the lines / Take me out among the rustling pines / 'Til it shines / Oh 'til it shines

Like an echo down a canyon / Never coming back as clear / Lately I just judge the distance / Not the words I hear

and this part:

See the rich man lost and lonely / Watch him as he dines / Sitting there just testing all the wines / 'Til it shines

AND OF COURSE...

Waking Up in Vegas- Katy Perry

I think this one speaks for itself, BUT...

Spare me your freakin' dirty looks / Now don't blame me / You want to cash out / And get the hell outta town / Don't be a baby / Remember what you told me

Shut up and put your money where your mouth is / That's what you get for waking up in Vegas / Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now / That's what you get for waking up in Vegas

#i MAY have thought about this a bit...#these two always live rent-free in my head #wttt calivada #long post #song headcanons #wttt california #wttt nevada #mur headcanons #yeah i went a lil bit unhinged on my love for calivada #i can't help it #wttt #welcome to the table

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Being Mixed Matched Challenge Partners with Cody Rhodes Headcanons

Summary: The Mixed Matched Challenge is back in the WWE (I wish that were true! It was so cute and fun to watch) The first few weeks into the challenge your partner, who just so happens to be Cody Rhodes, and yourself take part in fun and funny moments on camera/the live stream and off camera before the in ring matches take place.

A/N: This is my first headcanon story post. I hope I wrote it correctly (format wise, if that makes sense? ) My inspiration for this came from the gif above of Charlotte Flair and Bobby Roode and thought they had cute and great chemistry when they were a team back when Mixed Matched Challenge was a thing in the wwe. I thought it would make a cute story idea and my love for Cody is super duper strong, I thought he would be perfect for this story idea. Plus, I want to write more of Cody because it seems fun. I love him so much. I hope you enjoy.

Cody and you swap gear attire which means that you,(the reader) try on his robe / jacket as it ends up being a bit too big on you, but you find it quite comfortable -as Cody tries on your vest, but struggles to put it on all the way due to the fact of how smaller and petite you are, compared to him being slightly taller than you and bigger-which isn't a bad thing.

"Y/n?! I think your vest is too small. I c-can't button it up all the way. I don't want to break your clothing."

You giggle as you glance over at Cody and agree with what he said as you try and help him,"You're good, Cody! No worries. How about this, let’s get matching jackets and win the Mixed Matched Challenge." You winked at the camera before exiting as Cody waved and followed suit behind you.

Cody and you make a video recording for the WWE universe the day before MMC, where the two of you announce that you both will be on the MMC livestream tomorrow and want to have the fans ask questions about your team,

"You guys can ask us questions like, what jacket would you like Cody and I to wear tomorrow? Ooh ooh! Would you like to see Cody recreate my entrance?" You ask while looking up at Cody, as he glanced at you as he chuckles softly, which causes you to smile brightly.

"Hey, c'mon, I think I would do amazingly fantastic at recreating your entrance. I think I'd nail it." Cody says, as he smirked down at you and chuckled.

You playfully put your finger atop of your chin and thought of a really cool idea to add onto what Cody just said, "Ooh now that you mention it, I think hitting the iconic 'woah!' In the American Nightmare's entrance would be a blast to recreate."

The following night on Smackdown, right before MMC started, you were out giving a promo in ring since you were the Smackdown women's champion and all. However, your moment was cut short by The Judgment Day's Rhea Ripley and Finn Balor as the two started to corner you in ring, leaving you defenseless... or so you thought.

"Wrestling has more than one royal family..." Rhea and Finn were surprised as they quickly turned their attention around and watched as who was about to make an entrance.

Your frown was quickly turned into a bright smile the second you saw the tron screen turn to black for a few minutes, and as soon as the voice over and song began to play throughout the arena.

Cody was there to save you from what mostly Rhea had in mind to do to you. As soon as you saw Cody walk to the ring, you placed your hands on your chest as the smile on your face grew by the second. Rhea and Finn scurried out of the ring for a moment as soon as Cody entered the ring and joined your side.

"Are you okay, Y/n? Ready to win against these two?" Cody whispers to you as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, causing you to blush.

You smile even more and nod your head. "I'm so much better now that you are here. And yes absolutely, we can take them!" You two glance back at both Ripley and Balor as they continue to stand outside the ring still for a second more, planning out their strategies against you two.

They just so happen to be your MMC opponents and it was just about that time for the challenge to start.

Rhea and Finn slid back into the ring and continued to stare at Cody and you, as you two did the same at them. You leaned towards Cody and whispered in his ear, "After we win this match, are you ready to win the whole thing?"

"For you? I'm always ready to win anything for!" Cody smiles and winks at you. The challenge was on now.

#cody rhodes #cody rhodes fanfiction #wwe #wrestling #wwe x reader #wrestlingheadcanons #raw #smackdown #the american nightmare x reader

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Some thoughts on Hunter in Tipping Point:

Hunter has every reason to be suspicious. He has no idea what's been happening with Crosshair. He doesn't know about how conflicted Crosshair's been about the Empire the whole time, he doesn't know about the thirty-two rotations, or Cody, or Mayday, or Nolan, or the torture, because he was never there to see any of it. All he knows is that Crosshair gave him every reason to think that the chip was never a factor by refusing to specify when/how it was removed or to differentiate between his own choices and what the chip made him do, then decided to stay with the Empire when given the choice not to, AND that the last time Crosshair sent a message to the team through the comms they ended up trapped underwater in the ruins of Tipoca City because Crosshair did, in fact, set a trap for them (I mean, the whole getting trapped underwater thing wasn't his fault and he thought that was going to go very differently, but it was still the end result). Heck, he didn't even get the whole message, just "Plan 88" without the added context of, "You have to hide. They're after O[mega]." Suspicion is a totally reasonable response. It's also an emotional one, and, in one sense, a mistake.

And just to reiterate, I'm not blaming Hunter. Because, in another sense, he's right! He's right to be cautious. He's even right to think it's a trap, because that's probably exactly the reaction Crosshair wants him to have. Crosshair doesn't want his family to come for him. He wants them to stay far away, hidden, and safe, and caution is exactly the approach to his warning that will keep them that way. Being careful and distrusting is actually one of Hunter's strength's, in a way, because it allows him to really think things through before taking action, and that helps him keep his family safe. But in the context of this episode, Hunter's reaction to Crosshair's message also highlights Hunter's biggest flaw in a way we haven't really seen since that "You weren't loyal to me" scene in "Return to Kamino." As a lot of people on here have pointed out, Hunter's only coping mechanism when it comes to difficult problems or things he doesn't know how to handle is to really just kind of...not try to handle them. He just ignores them. So the Empire? There's no beating it; the only thing they can do is hide and stay out of the way. Crosshair? Let’s just never talk about it or deal with it in any way. And of course this is nothing new, he's always been like this, but the reason that it comes across as more of a mistake here is because this episode directly contrasts him with Echo and Crosshair, in terms of his attitude towards difficult problems, and with Wrecker and Tech, in terms of his reaction to Crosshair's message.

The episode opens with Echo leading a dangerous rescue mission and fighting the good fight he knows he can't win. Then it leads into and ends with Crosshair fighting, in a way, the same good fight and one he will personally lose, by facing what he believes is going to be unending torture until he either breaks or dies. Wrecker reacts to Crosshair's message with hope, excited by the possibility that Crosshair turned on the Empire and that they might get him back after all. Tech responds with fear and worry on Crosshair's behalf, sure that Crosshair is trying to warn them of something and afraid of what a scientist with a reputation for "unorthodox" experiments might be doing to his brother. And then you have Hunter, who can't let himself get involved in Echo's good fight, who knows that there's no winning and therefore no point in engaging at all, and who responds to Crosshair's message with suspicion and doubt.

And again...he's right! They can't beat the Empire. Crosshair's message is really shady without the context that Hunter doesn't have. Staying on Pabu and staying out of it is absolutely the smart thing to do. And, at heart, Hunter's attitude is motivated by the exact same thing that's motivating Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker, and Tech. Echo's fighting to save his brothers (and, just maybe, to make the galaxy safer for his little sister). Crosshair's allowing himself to be tortured to protect his siblings. Wrecker's hoping to get his brother back, and Tech's terrified of losing that same brother for good. Hunter, likewise, is paralyzed into inaction, retreat, and skepticism because he just wants to keep his family safe.

In a way, Hunter's whole approach here is a little bit like Crosshair's decision to stay with the Empire at the end of last season, just...you know, not awful or nearly as extreme and without all those "staying on the wrong side out of spite" and "this is gonna ruin your life" overtones. It's reasonable and completely understandable, both in a rational and emotional sense. There's a way in which it ought to be the right way to go about things. It's the sensible choice. It just...isn't quite the right one.

(I promise I'm not trying to bash Hunter here. He's a genuinely good man and the fact that he does have a huge flaw like this makes him really interesting! And from his point of view, his attitude makes sense! I honestly just really love how complicated the whole situation is.)

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbbspoilers #hunter bad batch #besides we all know he's going after Crosshair with the gang anyway #and that he's probably going to be more active even if they don't directly join the rebellion #his character arc is subtle this season but it's really interesting

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