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dystopicjumpsuit · 3 months

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The Night Before Someday

A/N: Happy (slightly belated) birthday to my dearest @wings-and-beskar! I wrote you some smut. 💛

Pairing: Cody x Reader (GN)

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Wordcount: 1.6K

Warnings and tags: fluff; roofies mentioned in passing; somebody other than Cody tries to hit on you; SMUT; oral sex; teasing; minor dom/sub dynamics; orgasm delay; established secret/forbidden relationship.

Summary: Did you read “Someday” and feel a burning desire to know what happened the night before? Look no further! This is that fic.

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79’s was hot, loud, and crowded. The heavy beat of dance music pulsated through the dense, smoky air of the club. The 212th was on shore leave, and you could swear that all 42,000 troopers in the battalion were currently either in line for the bar or grinding on the dance floor. You weren’t the only nat-born officer in the place, but you still stood out in the sea of clones, and every so often a drunken trooper would hoot your name or cheer raucously as you passed.

The energy was frenetic. To tell the truth, dance clubs weren’t really your usual scene, but it was the first night of leave, and it was expected that the senior command staff would put in an appearance. It wasn’t so bad, though; the troopers were rowdy but unfailingly respectful, and as you headed back to your table after braving the line at the bar for a refill, one of your very favorite trios found you and pulled you inexorably into their orbit.

“Didn’t think we’d see you here tonight, Major,” Wooley said as he slung his arm over your shoulders with an easy (if somewhat wobbly) smile.

“Why not?” you asked.

“Figured you’d have somethin’ better to do than hang out with the same faces you see all day every day,” Waxer grinned.

“What could possibly be better than this?” you asked, gesturing at the sticky, sweaty crowd.

“Probably just about any nat-born cantina,” Boil replied.

“Oh, we have more than our share of shitty dives,” you replied. “Plus my chances of having my drink roofied are probably lower here than just about any bar in the galaxy.”

“‘Specially with us watching your back,” Wooley said. He was slurring his words a bit, and his arm was ridiculously heavy on your shoulders, but you had a feeling his night was just getting started.

“Surprised you aren’t at the table with the rest of the command staff,” Boil remarked.

“I was on my way back when you waylaid me,” you laughed.

“Eh, we’re more fun anyway,” Waxer said with a charming smile.

Privately, you couldn’t help but agree, not that you would ever, ever say it out loud. Waxer, Boil, and Wooley didn’t have to worry about presenting a dignified facade the way the senior officers—including you—did.

You drew a breath to reply, and suddenly, a Mirialan tripped and stumbled into you. She righted herself quickly, apologizing profusely in an Outer-Rim trade language. You replied fluently in the same language, reassuring her and asking if she was all right. She nodded and excused herself quickly, and as she left, you checked to make sure she hadn’t swiped your credits.

“Kriff, it’s hot when you do that,” Wooley said, leaning a little closer to your ear.

“What, check to make sure someone didn’t rip me off?” you laughed.

“No, when you speak Sy Bisti or whatever that was,” he replied.

“Meese Caulf,” you said.

“I don’t know how the commander keeps his hands off you when you’re translating for him,” Wooley said a little over-loudly.

Yeah, he’s definitely had enough to drink, you thought.

If you were honest, you liked Wooley just fine. He was sweet and funny, he had great hair, and he looked like… well… a clone trooper. Enough said. You might have considered reciprocating his interest if it weren’t for two very important factors. One: you outranked him by several degrees, and you’d have felt weird about it even if it weren’t officially forbidden for you to fraternize with him. Ironic, all things considered.

Two—

“Because I don’t fancy a court martial, and I suspect the major doesn’t either, so I’d suggest you keep your hands to yourself,” a voice said from just behind you.

His tone was mild, but all four of you snapped to attention instinctively, and Wooley dropped his arm and put several inches in between himself and you for good measure.

“Yes, sir! Sorry, sir,” Wooley said sheepishly.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” Commander Cody replied.

“Er, sorry, Major,” Wooley mumbled.

You kept a perfectly straight face as you reassured Wooley, then extricated yourself from the group and made your way back to the command staff’s table with Cody.

Once you were out of earshot, you asked, “Court martial? Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive?”

Cody arched a quizzical brow. “Just looking out for my officers.”

“Careful, Commander. People might start thinking you have an interest beyond strict professionalism.”

Under the guise of steering you around a group of rowdy, drunken troopers, Cody rested his hand on your lower back, and you felt his fingertips graze your bare skin, just beneath the hem of your shirt.

“We can’t have that,” he murmured. He leaned in slightly to whisper in your ear. “I wish I could dance with you.”

You suppressed a smile. “How much longer do we need to keep up this charade before we sneak back to my flat?”

“One more drink ought to do it,” he said.

You glanced down at your cocktail. “Mine’s already half gone. I’ll leave first so nobody suspects.”

“You know, Wooley was right about one thing. You are hot as kriff.” He pressed his fingers into your back gently, then withdrew his hand as you approached the table where the rest of the senior command waited. “Door code still the same?”

“Always.”

You were in the kitchen chugging the galaxy’s largest glass of water when you heard the front door swish open. By the time it closed again, you were already in Cody's arms. As your lips met, he picked you up and spun you around until you shrieked with laughter. When he set you down, he held you steady until you regained your footing, then slid his hand up your back to hold your head as he leaned his forehead against yours and took a deep, slow breath in and out.

“Hello,” you smiled.

“Hello,” he replied. “I missed you.”

“It's only been an hour,” you pointed out.

“An eternity.” He kissed along your jaw until he reached your ear, whispering, “A lifetime.”

You shivered as his breath tingled across your skin. “Welcome home.”

A quiet rumble of pleasure sounded in his chest at your words. “Let's go to bed.”

“Tired?” you teased.

He slid his hands down your body to grip your ass, pulling you hard against him. “Not even a little bit.”

That’s a kriffing lie, you thought, knowing exactly how busy and exhausted he was, but you weren’t about to call him on it when his lips tasted so perfect, and his body felt so strong and solid and warm, and his hands roamed over you, touching and teasing and exploring. You didn’t even notice that he was expertly guiding you backward through your flat until he leaned you slowly back onto your mattress.

“Excellent diversionary tactics, Commander,” you said as he kissed down your throat and sternum, deftly unbuttoning your top as he progressed.

“Mm,” he murmured, unzipping your trousers and sliding them down your hips. “That’s Marshal Commander.”

Your laugh turned into a gasp as he tugged your underwear out of the way and his tongue caressed your skin.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, gazing up your body as he stroked his fingers over you softly. He trailed kisses down your pelvis and swirled his tongue over your sex. “I could never taste you enough.”

Oh, gods, but he tried. He devoured you with all the skill and passion of a man deprived too long. He took his time, luxuriating in your smooth skin, your warmth, your scent, your taste, your quiet moans, your desperate whimpers, your frantic squirming beneath his lovely mouth.

Ever the strategist, he used every tool at his disposal in his relentless pursuit of your pleasure: fingers, tongue, lips—even his teeth: grazing them gently across your tender flesh, then smoothing his tongue over you in soft, comforting strokes. He drew you closer and closer to your climax, refusing to hurry, even when your whimpers and moans gave way to pleading and sobbing as heat pulsed relentlessly through your veins, so close: so close, and yet just out of reach.

And then—he stopped.

You nearly screamed in frustration. “Damn it, Cody!”

“Manners,” he chided.

You growled. “I am going to get revenge for this.”

“I have no doubt,” he replied, kissing you softly and then brushing his thumb over his swollen lips. “Now ask nicely.”

You gritted your teeth and took a deep breath. “Please, sir, will you let me come?”

He gave you a devilish smile and lowered his head back down to your body, devouring you with renewed enthusiasm, and within seconds, he brought you to the precipice.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted.

He groaned, a deep, gravelly sound that vibrated on your skin, and with a dexterous movement of his fingers, he pushed you over the edge. You let out a hoarse cry, for once not concerned about keeping your volume down, as your hips thrust up off the mattress. He pressed you back down as he kept going, eagerly taking everything you had to give, until you were twitching and writhing helplessly beneath him.

At last, when he’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from your body, you fell back, breathing hard as you slowly relaxed against the pillows. He looked up at you with a self-satisfied grin, and you narrowed your eyes vindictively. Wrapping your legs around him, you flipped both of you over so he was lying on his back beneath you, gazing up at you with blatant adoration.

“My turn,” you murmured.

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kookidough · 29 days

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sierra is sooooo complicated to me like. i could go on about her for so long & also i wish the writers did certain things with her character (which i will get into later in this rant) so ya here we go

firstly her childhood is . very clearly messed up?? it’s established that her mother is Ultra Obsessed with chris and i think sierra mentions being a 3rd generation chris mclean scholar at one point which implies that obsession just runs in the family atp😭 before even going on the show she’s grown up in an environment where this level of obsession is Normal so she doesn’t see anything wrong with turning out the same way

since her mother is like . obsessed with chris & stuff that’s probably what would bring sierra to watching total drama in the first place and i personally feel like she’d fixate on it because it was a group of teenagers her age, people she would like to be friends with if that makes sense? i can imagine she’d be a pretty odd child without many friends so that’d maybe be a reason for her to latch onto total drama, maybe why she latched onto cody too because like. she thinks he’s cute and they have things in common (like theyre both pretty geeky) so she gets pretty parasocial about it because, as mentioned before, her mum being obsessed with chris is just Normal to sierra so she thinks it’s normal for her to be obsessed with cody (spoiler alert girl: it’s really not)

while she’s on the show i feel like she doesn’t change / gets worse because chris sees her exhibiting Mental Illness and just… actively encourages her behaviour? and the other contestants do nothing to stop it, like how most of the time (e.g. paris) team amazon get mad at cody for sierra’s behaviour instead of helping him out for some reason??? no one tells sierra her behaviour is wrong so she just. Continues to get worse until shes out of the competition😭

this is where im gna interrupt with a canon divergence because like . personally i think in the episode where votes were revealed and cody was revealed to have voted sierra Every Single Time, sierra shouldve gotten over him!!!! it was the harsh truth she needed to hear, the dose of reality that cody is NOT interested in her and she needs to move on. she couldve had good character development, building her relationships with other characters and showing off her skills. maybe she’d still be eliminated in drumheller because she made cody that birthday cake as an apology and then kaboom or whatever idk just some way to keep her elimination the same

going down this train could’ve made her character in all stars Actually Interesting ! we couldve seen a side of sierra that kept some of her old eccentric vibes but had her head in the game this time instead of being focused on a boy, especially since cody isnt even in that season

and of course lastly i just wanna say i’m not excusing her weird actions or her creepiness at all, she has some Extreme Flaws and all the stuff she did was absolutely not okay, i just like rotting and seeing maybe why she acted the way she did and i wanted to drop my own two cents on interesting avenues her character couldve went down :3 i know everyone in td is some form of stereotype and sierra was an obsessive uberfan but she couldve still been that after getting over cody, in fact im disappointed that she knew SO much about the cast yet didnt use any of their weaknesses to her own advantage, she couldve dominated the competition😭

so uhhh yeah thats my thoughts on sierra, i probably over-read her to filth but shes very complex to me and i wish certain aspects of her character were done differently, she had a lot of potential especially in all stars but um Everyone had their potential destroyed in all stars so i’ll overlook that

#huge ramble incoming #total drama #total drama sierra #td sierra #sierra total drama #total drama world tour #tdwt #total drama all stars #tdas #on god girl we gonna get u some therapy

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crissiebaby · 7 months

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Codi's Trick

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, diaper filling, masturbation/diaper sex, slime transformation, humiliation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“This is never going to work!”

“Shhhhh! Try to be optimistic.”

“We’re too old for this!”

“I keep telling you, no, we’re not! And I triple-checked. This neighborhood is Little friendly. We have nothing to worry about.”

*DING DONG*

Lifting her finger off of the doorbell, Crissie stepped back with a giddy expression on her face. Dressed up as a non-specific, non-mouse house princess, she quickly cozied up next to her partner in crime, Codi, huddling close for warmth on the chilly October night. She tugged at her short skirt which did nothing to hide her bulky diaper as a gust of wind moved between her thighs. “I really should’ve worn stockings,” she said, forcing a heavy exhale and watching the white cloud of steamy breath form mid-air.

“I told you!” said Codi, rolling her eyes and shrugging Crissie off of her. Per Crissie’s orders, she was wearing a fancy prince costume that she’d pilfered a few years prior. At least she had something on that covered all of her body on such a cold evening. She’d never been one to retain heat well. That being said, she wasn’t thrilled about the massive diaper bulge she was rocking thanks to the tight pants she had on.

After waiting for a few seconds, Crissie and Codi could hear footsteps moving closer to the door. Readying a big smile, Crissie was excited to tell her first knock-knock joke of the night. She’d been preparing for over a month with a book she bought online, much to Codi’s dismay. Codi, on the other hand, took the time to quickly check the hem of her pants, making sure that the diaper she had on wasn’t poking out. She didn’t need to make her padded status any more pronounced.

The door swung open and a kindly-looking woman who had to be pushing 50 years old stepped out with a bowl of candy in hand. “Trick or treat!” shouted Crissie before elbowing Codi to repeat the phrase.

“T-trick or treat,” muttered Codi, avoiding eye contact with the middle-aged woman as she held her empty candy bag forward, “Sorry if we’re a bit too old for this. It’s my first time so I don’t really know the rules very well.”

Patting Codi gently on the head, the older woman giggled at her apology. “Oh, deary, there’s no need for that. Everyone deserves the chance to do some candy begging. No matter how old you get, it’s what's in here that matters, and I can tell you have a youthful spirit,” she said, pointing to Codi’s heart, “Now, as a first-timer, you should know that the cost of a piece of candy is your finest joke.”

“Ooh! I’m so ready for this!” said Crissie, clearing her throat an excessive amount, “Why is Cinderella so bad at sports?”

Suppressing a chuckle, the older woman asked simply, “Why?”

“Because her coach is a pumpkin!” yelled Crissie, leaping into the air on the punchline thanks to her child-like energy going off the charts. She held her decretive, princess-themed candy basket forward, watching with hungry eyes as the woman dropped a small handful of miniature candies into her basket.

Having completed her trick-or-treat joke, all eyes turned to Codi, filling her heart with anxiety. With her eyes trained on the older woman’s dark brown flats, she mumbled, “W-What kind of medicine do witches use on their warts?” Internally, she cringed at the joke she had picked out. It wasn’t extremely funny but it was the only one to get a chuckle out of her when Crissie was reading that dumb joke book non-stop.

Before the older woman could ask for the answer, Codi blurted it out nervously, too on edge to play along with human joke conventions, “I don’t know, but whatever it is isn’t working.” She laughed under her breath after finishing the joke, trying to fill the void of awkward silence that followed.

“Haha! That’s hilarious! Best joke I’ve heard all night,” said the woman, cackling generously. While to many, it would be obvious that she was laughing along for Codi’s sake, Codi was still new to the way Earth people talked and took her words at face value. She curled her lips inward and produced a soft smile, happy to receive such glowing praise.

“But! But! What about the Cinderella joke?!” shouted Crissie, bouncing on the tips of her feet with a pouty expression, “That was the best one too, right?!”

The older woman giggled at Crissie’s immaturity, finding her bratty behavior adorable. “Of course, you two are both hilarious,” she said, giving Crissie the same headpat treatment that Codi was getting, “In fact, since you both are so funny, why don’t I give you an extra special treat? I have a sheet of cookies cooling on my stovetop. Would you two like one?”

“Um, is that even a question?” said Crissie, her excitement doubling at the sound of munching on her favorite dessert. It was only their first house and they were off to a fantastic start. If this kept up, this was bound to be the best trick-or-treat night ever!

Walking back into her house, the older woman called back, “Wait right there. I’ll grab you each one.”

While waiting for the cookies to arrive, Crissie looked down at her candy basket, checking to see what delectable treats she had been given. “Ooh! A pixie stick and some Twix minis. What did you get?” she asked, leaning over to sneak a peek into Codi’s bag.

“I-I don’t know,” said Codi, peering into her bag at the candies she had been given, all of which were completely foreign to her, “Are you sure it’s a good idea we keep going after this? I’m not so certain everyone will be as open as this lady is.”

“Relax, you big worry wort! House number one and we’re getting fresh-baked cookies as a bonus treat. If that’s a sign of how our night’s gonna go, everything’s going to be A-OK!” said Crissie, letting Codi’s concerns bounce off of her.

Before Codi could raise another protest, the older woman returned, carrying two cookies individually wrapped in a paper towel. “Be careful, they're still a bit hot,” she said, handing off the first cookie to Crissie and the second one to Codi.

As Codi graciously accepted the pastry, she could’ve sworn she saw the older woman wink at her. However, the moment was too quick for her to be certain. She quickly pushed the idea out of her head and chalked it up to her being overly paranoid.

“Yay! Snickerdoodles are the best!” shouted Crissie as she instantly went to work devouring the cinnamon-covered cookie. With a mouthful of moist dough, she added, “Fankoo, owd wady!” not considering how insulting her words were.

Not wanting to be rude, Codi meekly took a tiny bite of her cookie, before stuttering, “I-It’s very yummy. Thank you.” Part of her didn’t know why “yummy” was the first descriptor that came to mind. It definitely felt like something Crissie would say instead of her. Perhaps the childishness of the night’s events was finally rubbing off on her.

Scarfing down the last bite of her cookie, Crissie licked the cinnamon sugar off of her fingertips, savoring the last of the scrumptious confection. Without saying another word, the impatient Little ran off, ready to beg for candy at the next house.

“Crissie, wait up!” yelled Codi, rushing off to join her friend. She took one look back at the middle-aged woman and said, “Have a good night!” before turning around and sprinting to catch up.

Leaning against her door frame, the older woman snickered, her eyes glowing around her irises. “You too, baby girl. You too.”

Running up to the next house, which was painted bright pink with multi-colored, pastel shutters to help its exterior pop, Crissie eagerly pressed the doorbell before turning back and waving to Codi. “Come on, slowpoke!” she shouted, snickering as she watched Codi waddle up to the porch.

“Ugh! At least tell me before you run off next time,” said Codi, leaning over and placing her hands on her knees as she recovered from the run. Being a shut-in artist, she didn’t have a whole lot of stamina to speak of, unlike Crissie who seemingly had an endless supply of energy. Part of her wished she could know what it felt like to be so loose and carefree all the time. However, that wish never made it past the concept phase thanks to watching Crissie make a fool of herself countless times. Looking back, she noticed a sign on the side of the house that read The Pretty Palace Daycare Center. “Crissie, I don’t think anyone’s here. It’s daycare so they’re probably closed for the-”

Before Codi could finish her sentence, the door opened and a young man who looked as though he was young enough to still be in college stepped out with a bowl of candy in hand. He was dressed up as a vampire, albeit a lame one that was more than likely thrown together last minute.

“Trick or treat!” said Crissie and Codi with a flourish of enthusiasm. Crissie’s head whipped toward Codi in response, beyond surprised to see her getting into the festivities. Brushing it off as nothing more than her getting over her nerves, she turned back to the young man and held her bag forward. “I love your daycare, by the way! It looks like a fun place to play!” Getting another eyeful of her surroundings and the young man at its center, she could feel a new story idea brewing in her head.

“Thanks! It’s not mine, though. I’m just the one who got left holding the candy bowl while everyone else is out trick-or-treating,” said the man, dropping his performative smile and acting more casually due to the fact that he was dealing with adults and not children, “Judging from those diaper bulges, I take it you both are Littles. Well, the fee is the same for kids and adult kids. One joke equals one piece of candy.”

Giggling at being called out for the thickness of her diaper, Crissie was prepared to launch into her next joke. However, before she could say anything, Codi blurted out gleefully, “Why do you put a baby in a diaper?”

Crissie’s head once again snapped in Codi’s direction. What had gotten into her bestie? First, she joined in saying “trick or treat” without any hesitation. Now, she was delivering a joke confidently like she’d been doing so for years. Not to mention that the joke she was telling had to be original. If there had been a diaper joke in that book, Crissie would’ve been using it non-stop.

“To tie up loose ends!” said Codi without giving the young man any chance to respond. She then burst into hysterics, doubling over in a fit of uproarious laughter. Then, without warning, she lunged forward for the candy bowl, grabbing a handful of candy before toddling off into the night.

Still in a state of shock, Crissie looked back and forth between the young man and her friend who was shrinking into the distance. “Um…she’s not usually so…whatever that was. Sorry about that,” she said as she turned around and prepared to chase after Codi. Before running off the porch, though, she reached back and took her own handful of candy from the bowl, shoving it into her basket and rushing in Codi’s direction, “Codi, wait up!”

Hanging a sharp right at the end of the block, Codi paid little mind to the words of her padded pal. Instead, she proudly rushed up to the next house and banged her fist on the door, shouting, “Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Trick or treat!” over and over again.

Crissie reached the same doorstep just in time to see a middle-aged man open the door. He looked a tad shocked to see a pair of adults out trick or treating, letting the full-time bab know that this was probably not someone to be overly Little in front of.

Codi, on the other hand, had no restraint. “Hey, mister! What are the two reasons I wear diapers?!” she shouted before turning around, pulling down her waistband, and presenting her padded rump for the unsuspecting man. Scrunching up her face, she grunted and let out a small load into the seat of her pampers, causing it to sag dramatically. An all too familiar hiss of urine hitting her diaper soon followed as she proudly stated the answer to her joke, “Number one and number two!”

Needless to say, Crissie’s jaw hit the pavement, stupefied by the outrageous display that her dear roommate was putting on. “C-Codi? Are you…feeling alright?” asked Crissie, inching closer and patting Codi on the back.

“You betcha, Pissy Crissie!” responded Codi, causing Crissie’s face to flush intensely over being called such a dorky nickname, “Especially now that my tummy isn’t so full!” She rubbed her belly with one hand and reached down to smoosh her messy diaper with the other, giggling all the while. Then, with her candy bag in hand, she held it open for the man to drop a piece of candy inside.

Nervously, the middle-aged man placed a mini-candy bar in Codi’s bag and backed away. “Um…d-do you want some candy too?” he said to Crissie, refusing to make eye contact with either girl.

Unable to turn down such an offer even in the face of unbelievable circumstances, Crissie shrugged and reached out to accept the candy offering. “It’s uh…her first time trick-or-treating. I think she’s just a tad too excited,” she said, starkly contrasting the attitude she had only two houses prior. She quickly bent down to grab Codi by the shoulder and stand her back up.

Unfortunately, Codi wasn’t interested in standing at the moment. She was far more enamored with the idea of squishing. Allowing her legs to go limp, she fell back onto her butt and began to bounce up and down, giggling all the while.

“Here, just take as much as you want so long as you please leave,” said the man, setting the candy bowl on the pavement by his door and retreating back inside.

As concerned as Crissie was for her friend's sudden shift in personality, free candy was too good to pass up. Kneeling down next to the candy bowl, she began shoveling the bite-size pieces into her basket.

*Crinkle!*

“Eeeep!” screamed Crissie as she felt a wandering hand grab the underside of her diaper. One quick look back revealed what she already knew.

Stationed directly behind Crissie was Codi, who was wearing a mischievous smile as she felt up Crissie’s partially used nappy. “Only soggy? And here I thought you were CrissieBABY,” she said, bringing her hand dangerously close to Crissie’s kitten.

Unsure of what to do, Crissie knew that the display they were putting on whilst standing on some random dude's porch was probably not the best idea. On the other hand, she’d been trying to get Codi to come on to her for quite some time. She may have been too nervous to say anything, but Codi was totally her type. “C-Codi, we can’t do this here!” whisper-yelled Crissie, covering her mouth as her nursery mate continued to tease her with the idea of naughty diaper fun. She frantically looked around, both thankful and nervous that no one was around to stop them.

“Sure, we can. If I can fill my diaper right here and now, so can you,” said Codi, snickering as she circled around Crissie like a lioness in heat, keeping Crissie tucked beneath her claws all the while. That’s when a cheeky, idle thought entered her brain, one that made her horny beyond belief, “Tell you what. Why don’t I fill your diaper for you?” She moved her hand to the front of Crissie’s waistband, pulling it open slightly.

Confused, Crissie was about to ask what Codi meant by that. Did she expect her to remove her diaper in public? She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. However, just as she was about to tell Codi no, she looked back to see the most unbelievable sight.

Holding her other hand up for Crissie to see, Codi’s unnaturally pale hand turned fully translucent, taking on a lilac hue. Forming a fist with her fingers, she merged her digits into a single, slimy appendage. “You know, I can’t believe you never asked what kind of being I was. Pretty neat trick, huh?” she said, licking her lips as she plunged her moldable slime tentacle into Crissie’s diaper.

Crissie moaned passionately as Codi’s lukewarm, purple slime moved to occupy as much space in her diaper as possible. Frozen in place from the sheer inconceivability of what was happening, she watched as her diaper swelled in all directions, quickly taking on the same color as Codi’s body. All the while, her hand remained firmly pressed to her mouth and blushy cheeks, preventing her moans from getting any louder. “Y-You’re a slime girl? Why have you never-”

“Because I was too nervous to tell you. I don’t know what’s come over me but I feel so confident tonight…and silly. Hehehe!” she said, finally removing her hand now that Crissie’s diaper was filled to the brim with her ooze, “And for the record, we prefer the term goo-people. I hope it’s not a problem.”

Before Crissie could inquire further about Codi’s personhood…or goo-hood in this instance, she felt her diaper start to shift and rub up against her, as if dozens of tiny hands were mooshing her padding around all at once. “W-wha…wha awe chu…” she sputtered out, unable to form a single sentence thanks to the unreal pleasure she was experiencing.

“Whether or not my goo is attached to me, I can still control it. Makes for quite the diaper filling, doesn’t it?” teased Codi, using her reformed hand to squish the near-overflowing diaper and causing Crissie to let out yet another adorable moan. Taking Crissie by the hand, she led the shaky-legged Little away from the house and back toward the sidewalk. “Come on, the night is young and there’s still plenty of candy to collect, little sis. Or are you too horny to keep going?”

Blushing deep crimson, Crissie allowed Codi to drag her forward, too embarrassed to admit how unfathomably aroused she was. Of course, she wanted to go back to the nursery where it was certain that sexy diaper time was bound to happen. At the same time, though, she didn’t want to rob Codi of her first chance at trick-or-treating. Plus, it wasn’t like the nursery was going anywhere. With the goo in her diaper refusing to let up, she shuffled behind her new crush, ready for a fun night of yummy candy and even yummier diaper play.

Meanwhile, sitting on her porch out in front of her house with her bowl of candy in hand, the woman from the first house they visited reclined in her seat with a warm blanket over her lap, enjoying the chilly nighttime air. By now, she knew that the spell she placed on those cookies had to have fully taken effect. “Nothing like a little personality swapping to add some excitement to the night,” she said to herself, sipping from her mug of hot cocoa with a devious smile, “Happy Halloween to all and to all a spooky night.”

THE END.

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Kenobi-centric fic recs

Everything here will heavily feature Obi-Wan Kenobi in some fashion, and will vary wildly by ship, tone, and fic-type though I'll do my best to give little blurbs/not-too-spoilery summaries.

The fics range from gen to explicit, in some cases pre-date tagging ettiquette, and, no, no I have not re-read them all (ye gods have you seen the word counts).

In a few cases I'm basing my summaries on very hazy memory and I have a noted bad habit of skimming straight past explicit porn when I don't want to read it, then forgetting its there entirely - so caveat lector!

These are mostly fics that I currently mentally catalogue as Wonderful Obvious Obi-Wan Kenobi Goodness fics rather than expecting to dig up any obscure hidden gems. The list would probably look very different on a different day. It's far from comprehensive, and the categories are loose at best. But here it is!

I've been contemplating putting something like this together for a while but been a bit nervous of sticking my head up above the metaphorical parapet. As, follows my fave character around without caring overmuch about the ship trash, I've got quite a list of Star Wars fics inhaled/rediscovered.

(Wee bit too used to coming into very dead fandoms long after everyone's left, put the chairs up on the tables, the metaphorical lights have been turned off... and the not so metaphorical bills have stopped being paid. More than once I've stumbled into a wonderful old fandom fic archive only for it to vanish into, Only What Was Saved on the Internet Archive Remains status. Even when the archive isn't actually an ex-archive, many don't actually allow for interaction. Apologies to the authors I've never worked up the courage to comment on, this is an explanation not an excuse!)

Obi-Wan's apprenticeship fics:

Commander Kenobi - norcumi (complete, 9646 words)

Obi-Wan gets de-aged in the midst of battle. Cody gets to find out what teenaged Obi-Wan was like. Given Obi-Wan thinks he's fresh out of Melida-Daan, nothing like whatever Cody might have been expecting.

A Town Called Stagnation - deniigiq (complete, 33,000 words)

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan take a trip to Stewjon, to let Obi-Wan get in touch with his roots post the horrorshow of his early apprenticeship. Smalltown thinking and the trauma of recent events clash horribly for everyone involved.

Another brilliant author who's whole fic-output is well worth checking out. Their wry utterly charming character voices never fail to amuse, even when the POV character is one I'm currently in an... actually I wouldn't mind some bashing of this guy kinda mood. I draw amusement and sympathy for Qui-Gon's character in every single one of their immediately post-Melida Daan fics for context here, with my knowledge of that event thoroughly warped and contaminated by the current popular fanon take on the matter too.

Though more Cody-centric, and thus Clone Wars era, than anything parallelogram (Complete, 33,000 words) and they're neutral (complete, 9900 words) by the same author are also wonderful.

poisoned chalice - qigiined (Complete, 9900 words)

Another author with the wit and deftness of characterisation to make immediately-post-Melida-Daan Qui-Gon's POV both amusing and sympathetic. They've also got quite a few other gems!

Qui-Gon's very wry POV as he tries to navigate raising a very traumatised child, and appeasing his various lineage members.

through hardships to the stars - kivaember (WIP, 148,000 words)

Canon divergence where Obi-Wan's apprenticeship snafu on Melida-Daan went just that much worse than those Legends-were-never-technically-canon novels would have it.

As a result Obi-Wan and a very young Jango Fett end up on the run from a terrifying darksider, whilst Jaster Mereel and Feemor despearately try to catch up with the pair.

Little Lights Stories - ms_nawilla (WIP, 628,000 words)

Qui-Gon neglected too much of Obi-Wan's training, so Obi-Wan isn't immediately knighted post-Naboo despite saving Qui-Gon's life and defeating the Sith.

Anakin goes to the creche, Qui-Gon's in utter denial, and Obi-Wan begins the rocky process of finding his own feet post-Naboo, getting through the thorny process of working out who you are as your own person after living under someone else's oppressive shadow for far too long.

Super detailed epic detailing all sorts of wonderful possible jedi-culture headcanons, illuminated manuscripts! beer! force-manipulation games! communal caring! crystallography! sex ed! old-people's homes! the engineers! clerical branch! outreach via art! dance instruction! reincarnation! politics! spies! terrible james bond esque spy films to hide that the spies were really real! lightsaber classes! non-jedi temple residents! U and L leaning prejudice! Alderaan!

Just what would happen if Qui-Gon Jinn were exactly the sort of irresponsible unpleasant adult who should never ever be given a child a lot of fandom suspects he is. His implied treatment of Obi-Wan here can be fairly harrowing, for all that its emotional neglect rather than anything graphic.

The jedi are never depicted as anything less than trying their best, unfortunately no matter how thorough the system tries to be, sometimes people do just fall through the cracks. As was v.nearly the case for Obi-Wan in this verse.

Mostly character driven, though the hints of the greater plot bubbling away underneath all of this glorious worldbuilding and character growth are both ominous and intriguing. The pairing is a hell of a spoiler, but also one that could potentially be a bit of a squick, I don't want to spoil the slowburn of this thing but I do want to give fair warning. Does tumblr offer spoiler tags?

Preventing Order 66 fics:

When Duty is Done - thosenearandfarwars (WIP, 257,000 words)

Wonderful long-form piece - technically a WIP but all installments so far are complete - a what happens next post-Palp's getting his comeuppance, messily. Features Codywan, grief, internalised ableism, jedi order reforming in a very nuanced 'we were this close to the brink' and lost so many people to the war sense *not* the sneaky 'jedi-positive but actually bashing' sense.

Hell I wholeheartedly reccie just about everything this author's ever done tbh!

(This Too Was a Gift (Complete, 69,000 words) is also utterly wonderfully done, and a complete fic in a similar vein, albeit much more focused on the ramifications for individual characters than the ensemble cast of thousands that is Star Wars.)

I Got My Head Checked - frostbitebakery (Complete, 79,000 words)

Codywan Sith!Obi-Wan AU. Cody falls for the hot Sith in the next cell...

Light of the Mists- Snowy Egret Chimes of Kyber, Songs of Kyber, and Anthem of Kyber (Complete, 166,000 words)

This one technically also fits the Obi-Wan's apprenticeship category too. Bit of an epic of, what would happen if Obi-Wan never made it to Bandomeer, and instead trained under a force sect with rather different ideas about how things worked than the modern jedi order?

Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi - stonefreeak (WIP, 113,000 words)

Wonderful crackfic premise done mostly seriously. (WIP)

By an extremely obscure bit of Senate Legalise, Obi-Wan finds himself thrust into the role of Supreme Chancellor. Palpatine is furious.

How A Romance Novel Saved The Galaxy - Ariana Deralte (WIP, 184,000 words)

The galaxy takes a left turn when a popular novel takes the world by storm, and the Jedi and Mandalorians mutually discover their two cultures aren't so different after all...

sanguine - glimmerglanger (complete, 158,000 words)

In which Obi-Wan being a vampire, with all the nasty prejudices that come with being a non-human in the GFFA, somehow saves the galaxy.

Just Go Kill Palpatine - nevertheless_turtle (WIP, 6662 words though this is likely an underestimate due to formatting of a wonderful epistolary/OutsiderPOV social-media-centric chapter)

Just as the title says. Obi-Wan goes and attempts to do just that. Wonderful and hilarious.

The More I Live the More I See this Life is Not About Me - K_R_Closson

Another de-aged Obi-Wan fic. In which post-Melida-Daan suspicious of everyone and everything Kenobi somehow fixes things. Everyone around Obi-Wan is suitably horrified by the news of just what his apprenticeship under Qui-Gon entailed.

Not Quite Sure How to Catergorise these...

This category is the equivalent of the draw marked 'misc.' sorry! Mostly a mix of action/adventure stuff and fics I suspect will turn into, and they prevented order 66 fix-its, but maybe not, with some other truly misc. things thrown in.

backdrop - esama (Complete, 2300 words)

Short and sweet self-contained little tale. Very succinct, but what the author does with those words...

Gunslinger's Paean - Idiot's Array + Homeworld Elegy - Ashcroft_Writes (WIP, 299,000 words)

Epic, what if Obi-Wan post-Rako Hardeen paired up with Cad Bane action adventure tale. Mistrust. Violence. Gunslinging. Espionage. Murder attempts galore!

We Brothers, We Sisters, We Vod'e Few - infinitecompositions(WIP, 322,000 words)

Hell of a fic. WIP. What if canon were to take just a step to the left... Post-Naboo Obi-Wan finds himself recruited for the Shadows branch of the jedi order...

Another epic, cough, can you tell what style I like yet? Uh, starts off as a bit of a dark action adventure romp, rapidly morphs into a detailed dissection of spy-craft, espionage, and galactic politics - but becomes no less tense for it.

Kneading - Threebea O (WIP, 79,000 words)

Manages the miraculous trick of being canon, whilst seeming to be a fluffy bakery AU for a significant chunk of the first few chapters.

Jango/Obi - Jango falls for a local baker whilst hanging out in small town with Boba. Increasingly important to the fate of the galaxy shenanigans inevitably ensue when aforementioned baker turns out to be Obi-Wan Kenobi undercover.

Be Your Love - glimmerglanger (complete, explicit, 9000 words)

I tend not to go for 'real world' AUs but this author's work is so very excellent that I'm reccieing this one - hell I think most of their work is well worth a look through, and every fic-genre they've attempted has proven very fun indeed.

Heed the tags. Explicit Codywan BDSM stuff contained within.

Wizard of the Jundland Wastes - phoenixyfriend (complete, 3200 words)

Obi-Wan on Tatooine, outsiderPOV.

One of many wonderful Star Wars fics this author has written. If this one doesn't catch your fancy, one of their many delightful utterly bizarre premise taken to logical conclusion fics probably will.

Father of the Year (Not) - phoenixyfriend (complete, 2430 words)

Obi-Wan and Jango find out they're each other's soulmates. Mostly they're furious.

Wonderful very pointed skewering of all the usual soulmate and Jango is actually a decent dude tendencies in fic-writing.

Time Travel fics:

I thought I fought this war alone - stonefreeak (Complete, 3783 words)

Wonderful short and sweet Obi-Wan time travelling to his padawan days fix-it.

this is unexpected - MarbleGlove (Complete, 4461 words)

Very succinct and perfect with it time travel what if. Old Ben Kenobi goes back in time and immediately ruins Palpatine's day.

This author tends to be delightful no matter the fandom.

The Sun Swings East - kj_feybarn (Complete, 33,000 words)

Brilliantly done timeloop story of woe and hope. As much about recovery as the initial plot-driven despair. Mind the tags, Obi-Wan is understandably severely depressed throughout much of this fic.

The Making of Mavericks - AppoApples (complete, 146,000 words)

It was extremely difficult to choose just the one time travel fic from this author. Their output is wonderfully varied, don't like their particular take on the Jedi Order and/or the Mandalorians in this fic? Pick another, and odds are they'll have explored the concept from precisely the opposite angle.

This author has a wonderful exploratory sense of, okay okay, so how do we fix this thing/how do we make it worse?

In this case, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Cody, and Rex time travel to the past. This creates broad sweeping changes to the timeline, not always for the better.

The Desert Storm (complete, 1,144,599 words) & Rise and Fall series (WIP, 396,000 words) - Blue_Sunshine (WIP)

Wonderful epic-length time-travel fic. Highly recommended. Technically a WIP, but what there is already is well worth the time.

Ben Kenobi, now Nasaade, in utter furious despair finds himself back in time, pre, well, everything. He decides to take matters into his own hands and change things.

Gorgeous character-work, where by the end of the piece the characters are all in very different places than where they started out. And you utterly believe the growth (positive and negative) that got them there.

Draws from both legends and canon in a bit of a hodgepodge approach - despite drawing from a few of the more leaning towards the jedi were the bad guys sources in legends, impressively manages to tread a nuanced stance on, okay so what if the jedi and mandalorians did decide to start reforming in the face of this grave existential threat that's been brought to their attention?

Wonderful utterly enviable pacing - I know this one's extremely long. But at no point do you ever feel/notice the length when reading this thing.

It Was Another Time and I Another Man - Pell_Binterhol (WIP, 196,000 words)

Multiple Kenobis time travelling. Absolute chaos for absolutely everyone else; fellow time travellers, fellow Kenobis, and plotting Sith alike.

the massive machinery of hope - Killbothtwins (Complete, 150,000 words)

Obi-Wan travels back to his padawan days and annoys everyone else into helping him save the day. Wonderful sense of wry humour throughout this fic.

Living Memory - elsa3beth (WIP, 363,000 words)

Epic very detailed wonderful fic detailing just what General Kenobi would do if he had to fight the war again.

Deals with just what could happen if Anakin had ever had to face his fellow jedi with even a few of his flaws laid bare, and the fallout.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan, just barely managing to hold himself together, fresh out of the middle of his exile to Tatooine, is desperately playing four-dimensional chess against Palpatine and trying to use the awful structure of the Republic's Army to save both the Jedi and the Clones.

The 212th Attack Battalion's Guide to Saving the Galaxy by Accident - antigrav_vector & quarra (WIP, 783,000 words)

Long, character driven fic that's an incredibly fun take on just what might happen if Obi-Wan and a bunch of Ghost Company stumbled into Jaster Mereel's True Mandalorians and get themselves adopted. Heed the tags wrt pairings!

All the complications that come from being an adult stuck as an apparent child ensue. From being squicked out about being a kid again, to having other people being concerned that a kid is behaving like an adult, to just... time travel complications, kidnapping, force esoterica, and fighting a small war.

Plenty of Jedi thoughtfully staring at this strange miniature jedi master, lots of Mandalorians being both stunned and horrified by these tiny soldiers, and Dooku/Sifo-Dyas being a surprisingly lovely central pairing.

Not Qui-Gon friendly in the least, and in this verse you can't help but feel he very much deserves it.

Suicidal Misunderstandings - nevertheless_turtle (WIP, 67,000 words)

Obi-Wan spends much of this fic convinced he's hallucinating and on a bad spice-trip. The trigger warning is very much in the name here.

That said, wonderful, often hilarious time travelling Obi-Wan fic, as the jedi desperately try to work out 1) what's wrong with Obi-Wan, and 2) how to stop Palpatine.

Re-Entry (Complete, 568,000 words) and Re-Entry Journey of the Whills (WIP, 889,000 words) - flamethrower

Fair warning, might turn into a deadlink fairly soon. The author's stuff is in the process of being transferred to another archive. Not a big deal (though fandom being a collective arse is, ffs), as with many older fics this one has moved home fairly often! (Squidgeworld.)

Wonderful absolute epic time travelling Obi-Wan Kenobi fic. Even if you're not a fan of the central Qui/Obi pairing it's written from a very believable perspective, of you can see precisely how these two adults got there, and an extremely enjoyable read with it.

Starts off as a fairly character-driven piece, as the plot slowly builds into something extremely ominous indeed, though once the plot momentum gets going ye gods it gets going.

Another case of technically a series that's a WIP, but every individual story that's up is complete and a satisfying individual whole.

Filled with all the things I love in a Star Wars fic, Obi-Wan getting to be awesome, force esoterica, Obi-Wan getting to be a little shit, plotty plot, the jedi getting to be nuanced and awesome, canon and fanon star wars lore all over the place, and plenty of action adventure and gorgeous character work.

I don't want to go into too much spoilery detail here, but suffice it to say this one is a classic in the fandom for a reason, and deservedly so.

Warning that the dark stuff in this fic can get dark, the level of whump Obi-Wan endures goes all the way up to extremely creepy Palpatine-torture on par with the Ventress/Sith-mask/Alpha-17 situation. It's never gratuitous with it, but in places this fic is explicit, at turns in both the fun porny way and the whump sense.

Star Wars crossovers and fusions:

Alas this section will be shorter than I'd like it to be - unlike a lot of other sci-fi fandoms Star Wars fandom seems to shy away from crossover fic by and large. There's both less of it, and what there is seems to get a hell of a lot less interaction than it would in a different fandom. Not guilt-tripping, again, I am very very guilty of failing to interact myself, just a weird, 'huh, where are all the crossovers?' thing I've noticed.

Rouge Handed - nevertheless_turtle (complete, 2190 words)

As the name hopefully implies this one's kinda sorta a Moulin Rouge crossover. Ish. In that it's firmly set wholly in the GFFA.

Delightful little crackfic.

The weeping stone - Gabriel4Sam (complete, 6965 words)

A wonderful crossover with The Mummy that somehow manages to thread the needle, hitting the humorous tone of those films perfectly whilst simultaneously making you feel very sad indeed for Obi-Wan.

A Star to Steer By - dogmatix, norcumi (first fic in the series is complete, second a WIP, 109,000 words)

Absolutely wonderful Stargate crossover/fusion - it somehow manages to be both a crossover and a fusion at once.

Largely told from Jack's POV, the Jedi are symbionts, with all the misunderstandings that would imply, given the SGC are much more used to dealing with malevolent parasitic Goa'uld than benevolent symbiosis.

Lost Jedi - Augusta Pembroke (complete)

A Velvet Goldmine crossover fic. Curt Wild meets Qui-Gon Jinn, and things get complicated. Qui/Curt with implied unfulfilled Qui/Obi feelings.

All the unhealthy messy relationship stuff the Velvet Goldmine tag and the age of the fic implies is probably present and correct here.

Qui-Gon ends trapped on the wrong side of the galaxy, he finds Curt who's force sensitive, and trains him to help him get back home to Obi-Wan... Things get messy.

Snow and Cinder - MrsHamill (explicit, complete, 16,000 words)

The pre-requisite wonderfully done Highlander/Methos crossover fic. Obi-Wan hangs out with the ROG for a while post-Naboo in a bid to get over a falling out with Qui-Gon Jinn and work through his own messy feelings on the matter. The main pairing is Qui/Obi as many older Master&Apprentice archive era fics are.

All you really need to know about Methos is he's very old, and very cynical. He's literally seen and done it all.

This one doesn't fall into the all too easy to fall into trap of having Methos, understandably an extremely old and cunning immortal being so much better at anything and everything than everyone else around him that it stops being fun and starts bashing the other-verse in the crossover, for which I'm extremely grateful. It's a difficult balance to tread and this author manages it wonderfully. (I say this from first-hand, I have tried and failed to airdrop this character into other sci-fi fandoms you'd think he'd work well in, fic-author perspective rather than as a crit of anyone else's work!)

Look at the publishing dates please.

A few of these fics pre-date Attack of the Clones. They were written in the 90s.

If I find out someone's been bashing an author for outdated terminology or characterisation or for not using the current 2022 language, or a character the fic pre-dates in a fic they've not looked at for over twenty years, or how they wrote the central pairing in the era when the punchline to every single joke in Hollywood was 'haha they're gay!' I... Well... I won't be writing another one of these rec lists. Which isn't much of a threat I realise, but please, be civil.

I could probably easily fill a couple more of these lists tbh, and get more specific with it genre-wise... But as a general, here's a few fics I remember fondly often. I can feel myself getting neurotically 'this has to be perfect' at this thing, so, this'll do for now.

#star wars #fanfic #fic recs #obi-wan kenobi #fanfic rec #long post #(stupidly long post)#recs list #fanfiction recommendation

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broke my promise to myself and actually watched the jey/gunther match and let me tell you... whoever booked that finish wanted jey to look like an idiot. mega rant under the cut which you should honestly read im not your mama but you should read it

he splashes gunther after getting dominated for 80% of the match and an (honestly underwhelming) spear and we're meant to believe the +2yr champion who's beaten virtually everyone on the roster (including drew who recently beat jey TWICE) was about to be defeated right there?......okay............ but it gets worse

when the referee (for no real good reason) stops the count at 2 after jimmy rings the bell, jey "forgets" about gunther and turns his back to him, allowing gunther to get back up almost IMMEDIATELY (remember we were meant to think he was about to be beaten 5 seconds earlier) yet jey quickly superkicks him BUT THEN decides to dive at jimmy on the outside instead of going directly for another splash (girl help) so ofc when he does go for the splash, gunther gets the knees up, and to add a cherry on top of this shit sunday, pins jey right there after performing no extra offense - doesn't even roll him up, jey just lies there flat on his back and gets pinned (while michael cole screams "GUNTHER ROLLS UP JEY USO" to make me even more mad, apparently, as zero actual rolling takes place in the ring - just a leg hook & weight on the shoulders combo... and not a particularly vicious one either) I just ??????

and of-fucking-course as the TV feed gets cut, cue cody and punk who come out all smiles ready to do the usual fanservice routine for the live crowd and suddenly jey is mostly done selling what just happened and is smiling along with whatever you wanna call it - sending the crowd home happy?? since when did that become mandatory for broadcast shows??? why can't emotionally devastating moments count just as much when it comes to delivering a satisfying ending to the live crowd??? are you telling me they couldnt have had jey walk to the back WHILE SELLING the heartbreak/frustration of what happened and THEN send cody out to do the fanservice thing??? fuck maintaining suspension of disbelief I guess - you can't even argue that "it's fine it was just a treat for the live crowd" because WWE has posted the footage everywhere and promoted it heavily.

imagine if after the camera stopped rolling at last year's rumble, sami had got up, undone kevin's handcuffs and they both hugged and cut a cheerful promo at the crowd - everyone would've blasted wwe for undermining the impact of that finish and not letting the moment breathe.

here's another, even more similar example - remember what happened after summerslam when jimmy attacked jey? he sold the devastation of the moment all the way until he exited the arena, so why is this any different? because it's "just" TV and not a PPV? nah, i'll tell you why: because wwe does not give a shit about this current version of jey's character - he's there to spew the same catchphrase 100x an hour (because it sells merch and pops the crowd let's be honest), display a grand total of two personality traits, and rub his popularity off onto the people wwe actually consider stars

for comparison - you cannot tell me that if it was cody in this position (just lost an important match thanks to the most important person in his life + got attacked by them on top of it) wwe wouldn't have had him look devastated or cut an emotional, tearful promo that would've then been posted and promoted everywhere

"chill, it's not that serious" my apologies for wanting something i love (and KNOW can be so much better with minimal effort) to have a basic level of logic and thought put into it, it's not like wrestling booking is rocket science and we know wwe is NOT incapable of actually delivering good stuff 🤷??? the standards for this show are so damn low and seeing no one else be bothered by it does my fucking head in ouch ouch wheres the aspirin bye

#jey uso #wwe #the usos #jimmy uso #i fr wasnt gonna tag this at first #but fuck it i'm mad and yall will hear about it #if you consider yourself a jey fan in any way shape or form... i genuinely think you should read this

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cainanders · 11 months

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warnings: a little angst, lots of feelings, hand kink, dirty talk, daddy kink, some smutty stuff

A/N: apologies for the delay. This is over 5k words to make up for it. I may be able to get two more parts out of this, but at least one more for sure.

You hated your job, which you convinced yourself had nothing to do with Cody. You didn’t understand the sport, and your co-workers made little to no effort to engage with you. As much as you would have loved to quit and head back home, you knew you’d have no luck getting out of your contract early.

After leaving the United States, you cut off contact immediately with everyone from WWE. Except for Cody. For the first month in Scotland, you kept in contact with him, sending updates on your new job and along with pictures of the landscape. Cody would fill you in on any details going on with your friends, but he always sounded so distant. In your mind, Cody had become apathetic, only responding to you out of kindness and not interest.

You did just leave the country on a whim, you would think. But it didn’t make it any easier when you’d listen to how listless his voice was whenever you spoke. So you pulled away more.

Gradually, you stopped answering Cody’s calls and texts and it wasn’t long before they stopped altogether. Again, you convinced yourself this was the way to protect yourself and ultimately protect Cody. If he wasn’t interested in you any long, there was no use in trying to keep him around.

It had to make sense, you thought, surely it did.

It took a few more months for you to realize that you were an idiot. There was a man that you had fallen for, who knew all of your flaws, and still wanted to keep you in his life. Putting yourself in Cody’s shoes, you imagine that you too would be hurt if someone had been so flaky, and burned bridges thinking that was the way to fix the problems they created.

You’d be lying if you said you were heartbroken when you saw reports of Cody dating another woman, but you didn’t have the right. It was your fault, you pushed him away. More than anything, you wanted to be back home and get Cody back in your life, even just as friends again.

It was almost exactly a year since you had left, and you declined the offer to renew your contract with the team. You had to get back home, back with your friends.

Your flight home arrives on a Monday. It was by design, as you’d already worked with your old boss to ensure you had a pass for the episode of Raw scheduled that night. You swore them to secrecy in the hopes of surprising all of your old friends, especially Cody. You hire an Uber to bring you straight to the stadium from the airport, to give you time to get your belongings stashed and avoid being seen before you are ready.

You stay out of sight for most of the show, only catching up with some of the crew that you had missed. The first of the superstars you see is Seth, who immediately makes his way over to greet you. As the two of you speak, other superstars make sure to stop by to say hello, but Seth is the only one who stays to talk.

You see Cody before he sees you. His eyes are down, checking his phone as he walks toward the locker rooms. You try not to stare but you can’t help yourself. He’s leaned out slightly, not quite as thick as he was the year before. He’s still just as muscular, that much is apparent from his biceps alone, which are currently visible in his sleeveless hoodie.

Cutting your gaze only momentarily to smile at Seth, who still stands before you, continuing on about what he’s been doing over the last year. As quickly as you had looked away from Cody, you’re looking back again, and this time his eyes are up, scanning the hallway as he grows closer to you.

Your brain is screaming, hoping that Cody can hear it and notice you standing there. As if he reads your thoughts, his gaze finally finds yours and his facial expressions go through a quick journey�� confusion, surprise, relief, and excitement.

Before Cody can reach you, Becky sneaks up on you to join the conversation, and you shoot an apologetic glance to Cody. He grins and nods his head, pointing towards the locker rooms. You return his smile, understanding his silent suggestion.

The conversation with the couple feels as though it goes on for an eternity, but you keep pleasant as they speak. Every fiber of your being is screaming for you to go to Cody at that moment, and as soon as the conversation begins to wind down, you excuse yourself to find your friend.

Almost as soon as your knuckles make contact with the locker room door, it swings open and Cody is grinning on the other side. He reaches out, grabbing hold of your wrist and pulling you into the room, shoving the door closed behind you.

“Well, hey there,” he smiles, eyes drinking you in as if his life depends on it.

“Just hug me, asshole,” you laugh.

Cody pulls you into a hug, wrapping you up tight in his arms and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You breathe in the smell of his cologne mixed with the sweat he worked up during his brief time in the ring earlier. A part of you wants to never let go of him, and from the pressure he’s applying to the hug, you think he may feel the same way. However, you both pull away smiling as you lock eyes again.

As Cody opens his mouth to speak, the locker room door opens, and Sami & Kevin enter, both immediately swarming you to get their own hugs. You send Cody another glance to apologize, but he shrugs the situation off, busying himself with packing up his belongings.

“We heard you were here!” Sami exclaims. “I can’t believe you didn’t try to find us.”

“You’re joking,” Kevin chuckles. “You knew she was gonna find Rhodes first.”

“Technically, Cody was, like, the ninth person I talked to since I got here,” you reply, shoving Kevin away from you. “So, fuck off.” You give a quick glance to Cody, to see him still packing, but grinning to himself.

“Let’s go get something to eat!” Sami suggests.

“Good idea,” Kevin nods.

“Works for me,” you agree. “Cody, you coming, too?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he says, turning to face the group.

“My bags are in the office,” you say. “I guess I could pick them up later.”

“Nah, I’ve got a rental,” Cody says. “We can put your stuff in the trunk. Lead the way.” Cody gestures forward, as the four of you exit the room.

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“How’s Scotland?” Sami asks.

“The country is really beautiful,” you reply, leaning back in your seat. “The people are nice. Sometimes I can’t understand a word they’re saying, but it’s gotten easier over time.”

“Are you going to re-up with them?” Kevin asks. You notice out of the corner of your eye that Cody, who was looking down at his food initially, looks to you at Kevin’s question.

“Well, the season is over,” you shrug, thinking of a way to talk around the truth. “The team finished in the middle of the league, nothing spectacular.” You pause, looking down at your food for a moment as you contemplate the answer you want to give. “I think the team owner is more concerned with the players right now,” you continue. “I don’t know.”

“How many lovers have you taken?” Sami’s tone is downright cartoonish, and you are unsure if he senses your uneasiness or has been tempted to ask you the question all night. Judging from the way he phrases the question, you’re almost certain it’s the former.

“I don’t have a whole lot of time to meet people,” you say. “I spend most of my day with the team, and I’m so tired when I get back to my place, I basically collapse into bed.” You casually glance at Cody, seeing that he is waiting for an answer. “I mean, I’ve gone on a few dates or whatever,” you add. “Nothing to write home about.”

“Are you a huge soccer fan now?” Cody asks, with a small laugh.

“Hardly,” you reply, smiling. “I know less than when I started, probably.” The men laugh at your joke before settling into a brief silence for a few moments.

“Well, we’ve got an early flight to Pittsburgh in the morning,” Kevin sighs, looking at the time on his phone. “When are you heading out, Rhodes?”

“Midday,” Cody says. “I don’t like feeling rushed.”

“I need some sleep,” Sami sighs. “I don’t sleep well on planes. Are you going to come too?” When the three men look at you, the heat hits your cheeks, feeling put on the spot.

“Uh, maybe,” you answer. “It depends.”

“On what?” Sami asks.

“If I feel like it,” you laugh.

“You’re weird,” Kevin chuckles, as he and Sami stand from the booth. “You guys gonna stick around for a bit? I don’t know why I even ask.”

“I’ll catch up with you guys tomorrow,” Cody laughs.

You say your goodbyes to the two other men as Cody stays seated and watches. Sami and Kevin make their way to the exit and you plop down in your seat again with a sigh.

“I thought they’d never leave,” Cody says, making himself more comfortable in the booth across from you.

“Yeah, me too,” you laugh. “I missed them, but their energy levels are unmatched.”

“Agreed,” Cody nods. “So, you avoided the question. Are you back for a good time or a long time?” You chuckle, wringing your hands together as you contemplate dodging the question for a second time. “Just answer the fucking question,” Cody laughs, as if he reads your mind. “It’s just me.” As soon as he says it, the little catchphrase that he uses for you, calm radiates through your body for the first time in a long time.

“I quit working for the FC,” you say. “I wasn’t really getting what I needed from them.”

“What, like they weren’t paying you enough?”

“No, nothing like that,” you scoff. “They were paying me, like, fifty percent more than what I was making here.”

“Holy shit.”

“It was so far away from anything that I know,” you say. “I didn't grow up with soccer. I never knew where I needed to be, what to anticipate, or who the fucking players were. With wrestling, it’s easy. I know who does aerial moves, who is more likely to apply a submission hold, or who likes to taunt when their opponent is down. It just makes fucking sense.”

“Why the secrecy? You could have just said that before.”

“Because I’m embarrassed about it, Cody,” you reply, shrugging one shoulder. “My whole life I would say that I’d never run away from anything. And what did I do? I ran away from here to Scotland, and from Scotland back home. So it’s my thing now. I’m a runaway.”

“Yeah, like Sandy West,” Cody replies. “But sadder.” You laugh and grab your drink from the table to take a sip. “You were there for a year,” Cody says. “You didn’t think to come back sooner, like when you realized it wasn’t a good fit?”

“Cody, as soon as I got on the fucking plane to go to Scotland, I knew I was making a mistake,” you answer. “But I also knew that I needed to get away for a bit. And I had the fucking contract that I had no way out of, so even if I wanted to, I couldn’t leave.”

“I know,” he sighs, leaning forward to rest his arms on the table. “Even though you needed time, you didn’t have to…ya’know, cut me off completely.” You had hoped he wouldn’t bring it up, especially in public, so your gaze drops to the table.

“I thought it was a good idea at the time,” you mumble. “If I didn’t see everyone I left behind then maybe it would be easier to be away. Joke’s on me, I guess. I know it was shitty, but I’m here now, and I’m going to try to make it up to you.”

When Cody doesn’t respond, you lift your gaze to find him watching you. There is an expression in his eyes you’re unable to read, but after a moment, he smiles.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it,” he says. “You were doing what you needed to do to take care of yourself. You don’t owe me anything.”

As you exit the restaurant, a shiver runs through your body at the chill in the air, so you pull your hands into your sweater sleeves and cross your arms over your chest. When Cody passes you, he gently bumps into you, walking to his car, and you dramatically pretend as though he threw you off balance.

“Where are you planning on staying tonight?” he asks, laughing.

“A friend’s place,” you reply. “They live like an forty minutes away, so I’ve got to get an Uber, if there even are any.” You pull your phone from your pocket, beginning to launch the Uber app.

“Nah, that’s silly, don’t do that,” Cody says, taking your phone from your hands and putting it into his pocket. “Your bags are already in my rental, so come stay at the hotel with me. We can watch a movie, like old times.”

“This feels very much like I don’t have a choice,” you reply. “Since you just stole my phone.”

“You’re right, you don’t have a choice,” he grins. You let out a sigh, looking down at the ground so Cody doesn’t see the smile on your lips. “I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he adds. “Unless you tell me otherwise.”

“You lasted longer than I expected,” you laugh, looking up to see the confused look on Cody’s face. “I would have put money on you making a sexual comment much sooner than now. But two hours is impressive.”

“I’ve been thinking them the whole time,” he says, tapping his fingers to his head. “I wanted to ease you back into it.”

“Very kind of you,” you laugh.

You stay silent for a moment, thinking of how to respond to his offer. On one hand, you wouldn't have to pay for the Uber to bring you the forty-five minute journey to your friend’s house. On the other hand, you were nervous about sharing a room with Cody after what happened last time. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t think about him almost everyday while you were gone, and the thought of being alone with him in a hotel room after a year apart floods your mind with scenarios you don’t feel ready for.

“The room has two beds,” Cody interrupts your thoughts, and when you look at him, you see the reassuring smile on his face. “I would love to watch a movie and talk some more, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable at all, so if you would rather stay with your friend, I completely understand. If you want, I can drive you there, or I’ll pay for your Uber if you’d rather do that. I mean, I could get you a room at the hotel too, if you’re…ya’know, you look tired.”

Your heart nearly skips a beat at how Cody is making a genuine effort to make sure you feel safe. At the same time, you see a side of Cody that he never shared much. Desperate to make you feel comfortable, he’s stumbling over his words and talking to fill the silence, as if he’s nervous. While you prefer to see the confident, smooth talking Cody, it’s nice to see a small crack in the exterior. You bite your lip to hide the smile that begins to tug at the corners of your mouth.

“I don’t mind staying with you, Rhodey,” you reply, smiling.

“Awesome,” he nods. “Let’s go!”

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You had intended to have a conversation with Cody when you arrived at the hotel, however, you both felt just how exhausted you were as soon as you settled down. No sooner had your head hit the pillow, you found yourself falling asleep.

The next morning, you decided against going to Pittsburgh with your friends, opting to head back home to get settled in with your old roommate. You could tell that Cody was disappointed, but he insisted on you joining them on the road just as soon as you were finished.

Two weeks had gone by. You spent the time moving in, and working out a new contract with WWE. Finally, you were able to join the team on the road again, and you found yourself at a karaoke bar with Cody, Sami, Kevin, and, much to your surprise, Kenny, Matt, and Nick, who met up with the group on an day off.

Throughout the night, you catch Cody’s eyes on you, but he keeps his distance, never allowing himself to be alone with you. Initially, you take it personally, but as the night continues, you brush it off, opting to ignore it.

“You wanna sing something with me?” you ask Kenny with a laugh, watching him debate it momentarily.

“Of course,” he replies. You both walk to the announcer, going through the touchscreen of songs to choose from. “What’ll it be, huh?” Kenny asks.

“I got a good one,” you answer, and pick a song that causes Kenny to laugh.

“Elton John? I thought it would be a Beastie Boys song or something,” Kenny laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, and pulling you beside him as you both make your way back to the group.

“It’s a good song,” you reply.

“I suppose,” he jokes with a groan. “You could have at least asked what I wanted to sing.”

You shove Kenny away from you and plant yourself in your previous seat to take a sip of your drink. As your eyes wander around the table, you catch a glimpse of Cody, aggravation visible on his face as he looks back at you. Your eyebrows knit together in question, but Cody glances away with a shake of his head.

At that moment, the announcer at the bar calls for Sami and Kevin to go to the stage for their turn to sing, which finally frees up space next to Cody. Quickly, you slide into the seat beside him, and wait until your friends begin singing before you speak.

“You okay?” you ask, biting your lip. Cody takes a sip of his drink then leans back, draping his arm over the back of your seat so he can turn closer to you.

“Are you into Kenny?” he asks.

“What?” you laugh. “Are you seriously asking me that right now, Cody?”

“I mean, you’re all over him, planning to sing cute duets together,” he says. “It’s sweet really.”

“Are you not tired of this?” you say. “I’m pretty sure we’ve had a conversation like this before. Don’t you remember how it ended?”

“Are you threatening to hit me?” Cody smirks.

“No,” you reply. “Unless you want me to.” Cody lets out a chuckle, dropping his gaze to his lap for a moment before looking back to you.

“Come on,” he mutters. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” you reply, leaning closer to him. “Cody, you’ve been avoiding me all night. Am I just supposed to sit quietly by myself until you decide to activate me?”

“Of course not,” he scoffs. “I just—”

“What did you expect then?” you ask. “For me to come crawling over, begging you to talk to me?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well, then, since we’re being serious, I don’t know who this weird, broody guy is that you’re channeling right now, but he’s kinda gross. At least the old Cody would do something when he was jealous.”

“Hey, kid, we’re up!” Kenny calls out.

Without another look to Cody, you stand from your seat and follow Kenny to the stage. As you both pick up the microphones, you glance back to your table, seeing Cody down the remainder of his drink and run his hand over his face.

“Are you Elton or Kiki?” you ask Kenny, turning to give him a grin.

“Whichever hits the highest notes,” he quips.

As you sing with Kenny, you try to remain in the moment, but your eyes keep finding Cody. You notice him start to relax more throughout the song, until finally he begins to smile, and tap his hand on the table along with the song. Once the song ends, you and Kenny take a dramatic bow as you exit the stage and make your way back to your friends.

“Incredible!” Matt cheers, clapping his hands and Nick whistles loudly.

“You didn’t have to show us up!” Kevin laments.

“Oh, please,” you laugh, sitting in the seat beside Cody once again. “You guys gave a better performance than the Pointer Sisters could have done themselves.”

As the group settles into another loud conversation, Cody shifts in his chair again to place his arm on the back of your seat. You sigh, rolling your shoulders to stretch your muscles, and suddenly feel Cody’s hand gently touch your back. Involuntarily, you tense up from the feeling of his fingers pressing softly at your spine.

“Do you need some help?” he asks, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear. “You feel really tense. If I could get both of my hands on you, I’m sure I could help you work that out.”

“Hm, welcome back, Creepy Cody,” you tease.

“Thanks for putting me in check,” Cody chuckles. “I’m getting kinda tired of this place…how about we turn this into a movie night?”

“That sounds great, actually,” you sigh, feeling your body relax at the thought of changing into pajamas and laying in bed. “Please, can we leave?”

“God, you don’t have to beg me, babe,” Cody mutters. “As good as it sounds…” You elbow him in the ribs, which causes him to let out a huff of breath that turns into a laugh. “Ouch,” he chuckles, rubbing his side where you made contact.

“You promise to keep your hands to yourself?”

“Fine,” Cody sighs, dramatically. “I promise.”

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Thirty minutes into the schlocky horror movie that Cody picked out, you find yourself losing interest. You are in the bed nearest the window as you generally pick, while Cody lays on the other. You’re laying on your side facing his bed while he is on his back, and from your position you can sneak glances at him without him knowing. You cut your eyes to him, noting that he’s focused fully on the movie.

“This movie kinda sucks,” you sigh. Cody laughs, and shifts his head to look at you.

“We can watch something else,” he suggests.

“No, it’s alright,” you say, checking the time on your phone. “It’s one in the morning. What time is the flight?”

“Six o’clock.”

“Like, in five hours?”

“Yeah,” he says, looking back to the television. “I tried to get a later one, but there weren’t any with two seats next to each other.” You smile to yourself, keeping your eyes on Cody. “I wanted us to be able to sit together,” he adds.

“I missed this,” you say, softly. “I didn’t have movie nights with anyone in Scotland.”

“I’d hope not,” he grins, looking at you once again. “Because this is our thing.” You laugh, pulling the covers closer over yourself. “You really never had anyone over to your place?” he asks.

“One time,” you laugh. “The kit man for the team gave me a ride back to my flat, and asked to use the bathroom. That’s the only time anyone else set foot in my place.”

“So, you didn’t hang out with anyone?”

“Nah, not really,” you shrug. “The few dates I went on were nothing serious.” You bite your lip in thought, trying to come up with a way to ask your next question. “I saw you, uh, were spending some time with someone,” you try to make every effort to sound casual as you continue. “Some girl, I don’t know her name or anything. Not like it’s my business, I was just—”

“Yeah, it was just for two months,” Cody interrupts. “She was nice but I was only looking for something casual, which I told her up front.” You know that you have no right to be jealous, but it doesn’t stop the feeling from rising inside of you. “What, are you jealous?” Cody asks, as if he reads your mind.

“No, it’s your life,” you respond. “Not my business.”

“You’d been gone for about five months at that point,” Cody says, looking up at the ceiling. “You’d stopped calling, stopped answering texts. I figured you found yourself a soccer player to occupy your time, and didn’t have any use for me anymore. Outta sight, outta mind.”

“Listen, we both know I was the idiot,” you respond. “I thought if I went to Scotland I could figure my life out. It was neutral, nobody knew me. I could become who I wanted to be. But I hated it. As beautiful as it was, it didn’t have what I wanted. I knew that what I was missing was here. I didn’t hate it because there was something wrong with it; I hated it because you weren’t there.” You pause to let out a sigh, and then quickly continue before you lose your nerve. “What sucks the most is that I figured this out after a few months,” you continue. “I had another, like, nine months on my contract. And I tried to get out of it, believe me, I did. But there was no way that I could without it costing me. Foolishly, I thought if I cut you off completely, that would help make it easier, but it was even worse. When I decided to finally reach out to you, I saw the pictures of you with that girl and it sent me in the other direction. I was jealous and depressed, and fucking mad because it was my fault.” You stop talking and look at everything in the room except Cody, until finally you have to look at him to gauge his feelings. His face shows little expression, but he begins to speak as soon as you look at him.

“Me and her had an agreement going into it,” Cody says. “She was gonna use me to get famous, and I was gonna use her to keep my mind off of you. At the end, she was the only one who got what she wanted. It was stupid of me to think I could get over you by fucking someone else. So, it seems like we both made stupid decisions.” You let out a sigh, and stare back at him for a moment, knowing what you want to say next.

“It’s a cliche if I say it now, you know that, right?” you say, rolling on your back to look at the ceiling. “This isn’t a romcom. Like, after we had this whole little talk about our fucking feelings, and how we missed each other, now I have to say it? Why? So you can have the upper hand because—”

“I love you,” Cody interrupts. You turn your head, looking at him still in the other bed. He grins slowly, then shrugs his shoulders. “You can have the upper hand if you want,” he says. “I’ve never tried that before, it might be kinda hot.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I’m obviously always the one in charge,” he says. “Ya’know, the dominant one. Daddy, if you will.”

“I won’t,” you retort. “That’s not what I was talking about, and I think you know that.”

“Oh, the other part,” he says, waving his hand dismissively. “Yeah, I love you, no big deal.”

“I sorta wish I said it first now.”

“To be fair, you did,” he says. “Last year.”

“That didn’t count,” you laugh.

“Why, because you said it after I choked you?” You laugh softly, feeling your cheeks heat up when he brings up this memory. Turning your head from him, you bite your lip, but Cody climbs from his bed and moves to sit beside you. “No, c’mon,” he chuckles, grasping your jaw and turning your head towards him. “You were so perfect that night, did you know that?” You shake your head, parting your lips and gently biting his thumb that he has brushed along your lips. “Begging me with these beautiful eyes. This fucking mouth hanging open, trying to breathe…so fucking pretty.”

“I was pretty while you were choking me, you psycho?”

“It wasn’t the choking,” he replies. “You trusted me. You needed me. That’s what it was about.” Cody pauses, eyes cutting to the side in thought, before he looks back to you. “I mean, the choking was hot, too,” he adds, and you quickly smack him on the arm which causes him to laugh. “Ouch! What’s that for? I know you thought it was hot.”

“I did,” you say, taking his hand from your cheek and lacing your fingers together. “Didn’t you promise me that you were gonna keep your hands to yourself?”

“Hmm, that’s right, I did,” Cody smirks, attempting to pull his hand free from your grasp, but you tighten your grip. He grins wider, taking your other hand and pulling you to sit up in front of him. “Do you want me to touch you?” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Yes,” you say, closing your eyes.

Cody shoves you to lay back on the bed, and tosses the blankets away from you. You wonder if he can hear the sound of your heart pounding in your chest. He settles over you, both hands bracing himself on either side of your head and kneeling between your legs. The gaze that he gives you mixes between adoring and animalistic, and you can’t help but reach out to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

The grin on Cody’s face is apparent as he leans in to kiss you and you return the smile as your lips touch. One of your hands rests on the back of his head, while your other hand grasps his shoulder, tightening your fingers around the fabric of his sleeveless shirt.

The way Cody kisses you takes your breath away. He gives you every ounce of the desperation and passion that he feels for you, kissing you forcefully enough to make you let out a small groan. He presses his hips against you, grinding enough to make your groan turn into a moan that’s lost in Cody’s mouth.

With a growl, Cody moves his mouth to your jaw, giving you a bite that only proves to make you moan again. He keeps traveling down to kiss and bite your neck, one of his hands now moving to cup your breast through your shirt. Your hands find their way up the back of his shirt, fingertips pressing at his warm skin, nails ever so slightly starting to dig in.

“Mmm, careful,” he mutters against your neck. “You’re gonna leave marks.”

“So are you,” you pant.

“Yeah, but only one of us is shirtless on television for a living,” he says, quickly, giving another bite to your neck. You giggle, pushing him away from you and peering into his eyes as he resituates to straddle one of your thighs, still on his knees.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you, too.”

Cody does not take his eyes off of you for a second as his hand creeps past the waistband of your panties. Your ragged breath surprises you, the anticipation that has built up over time finally starting to get the better of you.

“Fuck,” Cody whispers. “You’re shaking.” His middle finger rubs against your clit, causing your thighs to instinctively pull together. Your efforts to close your legs, however, are blocked by Cody, who has rested one knee between your thighs. “Still shy, huh?” he quips, nuzzling against your cheek and glides his fingers towards your entrance. “You don’t have to be scared of me, baby girl. I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to.”

“Cody,” you mutter, turning your head away from him as you feel your cheeks flush.

“Uh-uh,” he breathes, pulling his hand from your panties and taking hold of your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me.” Cody turns your head so you’re facing him again, his hand shifting so that his fingers, damp with your juices, touch your lips. You react on instinct, opening your mouth and giving him a desperate, pleading look. “Oh, I forgot about that,” he mutters, slowly sliding his index and middle fingers into your mouth, watching as you begin to suck on them. “Fuuuuck. What is it, huh? Do you love the taste of yourself, or would you just do anything to get my fingers in your mouth?”

All you can do is whine, grabbing onto Cody’s wrist to keep his hand in place as you suck harder. Your other hand feels blindly at your side in search of his arm that he uses to keep himself supported above you. As your fingers graze his skin, you grasp onto his forearm, creeping up higher to hold his bicep. Your eyes are closed, and you can hear your own moans as you swirl your tongue around his digits.

“I’ll bet it’s both,” he whispers, his voice distant, slightly breathless as he answers his own question. “You’re so fucking strung out on me, you don’t even realize what you’re doing, do you?”

Your eyes flutter open, pulling you back into the moment that you hadn’t realized you had slipped out of. To your surprise, you are grinding against Cody’s thigh, his athletic shorts riding higher up his leg with each of your movements.

“How long has it been?” he breathes out, letting you use him while he maintains his composure perfectly. “You’re so desperate for it, I’m sure it’s been a while.” Finally, you drag his fingers from your mouth, sucking enough to give a gentle pop when they’re out.

“Since Ziggler,” you reply, breathlessly.

“No fucking way,” he chuckles. “That was a year ago.” You bite your lip, keeping your slightly embarrassed gaze locked on his. “You haven’t even…” he trails off, his hand slipping from your grasp so he can cup your jaw. “Have you done anything? Like, you haven’t even touched yourself?”

“No,” you say, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, damn,” he breathes. For a moment, he thinks, his eyes cutting to the side and his brow furrowing in thought. “Ya’know what?” Cody begins. “I want you in my bed.”

“What? We’re already in this bed why do we—”

“That’s not what I mean,” he shakes his head. “I want to fuck you in my own bed. At my house, not at some hotel. That way, I can fuck you like you deserve.” Cody’s words make your head reel, and you let out a shuddered breath. “Do you like that, hm?” he asks, leaning closer to place another kiss on your lips. “We’ve got some time off next week…three days. Think that’s enough time?”

“Enough time for what?”

“For me to really make you mine. You’ll never want to look at another man again when I’m done with you. And I’ll make you so fucking addicted to me…you’ll be soaked whenever you even look at me, because you’ll know exactly how fucking good I give it to you.”

“Hope you can back up all this talk,” you breathe out. “Especially if I have to wait a week.”

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” Cody teases, sticking his lip out to fake pout, mocking you. “You can wait that long? I barely even touched you, and you’re so worked up, you can’t control yourself? So, you’d rather I fuck you here? You’re dressed like a slut, I can treat you like one, if that’s what you want.” The corner of his mouth pulls up into a sly grin, and he shakes his head. “Nah, you can wait,” he says. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it worth your while.”

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crushedsweets · 2 months

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I know this shit is long as hell and you probably won't answer since you have so many asks but I just wanted to say I found a backstory for Cody(X-Virus) for your AU!!!

It's not as creative as your ideas but I tried to do something original and meaningful for him. He deserves more love and recognation.

I'm so so sorry for bothering you and I apologize for my mistakes.

Hope you like it and can't wait to hear your opinions about it!!!!

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Cody never got adopted by a scientist, instead, he lived in an orphanage where he constantly got bullied. The reason for this situation was just straightly absurd. He just couldn't understand peoples and their emotions like other kids because of his lack of emphaty.

That's why he focused on academic knowledge rather than human relationships. Because mathmetical problems were easier for him compared to comforting a crying person.

Cody always was a succesful and smart kid so he could easily pass his exams in middle and high school. Because of that, in high school, he didn't bother to focus over boring topics like his daily lessons anymore.

No, he focused on more complicated science fields such as quantum physics, anatomy and organic chemistry.

Of course Cody couldn't understand everything he read easily, that's why he spend hours and hours on studying and having countless nights without any sleep. He read articles and textbooks, he watched professors' lectures on youtube, he tried to solve problems on his own and more.

Overworking on university lessons was not a good way for socialising, he got more and more isolated and the bullying was increased.

In last year of high school, he was worried because of the fact that he needed to win a success scholarship for all the cool topics he worked over, moreover, for a diploma. He could easily go to a college, however, he wanted the best of them. Because only the best could satisfy his hunger for research and true knowledge.

Cody was also confused about choosing which major to pick and he was stressing about this topic all the time. So many good fields were lying ahead him but he could only choose one of them and he wasn't sure which one is the one he wanted to dedicate his entire life. What if he would made a mistake and regret for his lost years for the rest of his living?

So yes, this was a very overwhelming decision for Cody. Since he was anxious all the time and he was going through a serious depressive episode, he decided to give a shot to the Chernobyl school trip in his school.

Obviously it was not like they really went inside of the nuclear powerplant since most of them weren't even over 18 years old. More like they wandered around the places in Ukraine which were close to the powerplant(Chernobyl City) and they visited some important museums.

But this was not enough for Cody.

He wanted to see the inside of the powerplant. He wanted to learn more details about behind the scenes. He wanted to see the deformed bodies. He to carry out experiments on dead humans who got affected by the radiation.

That's why he stole a gas mask and sneak out to the powerplant while everyone else was sleeping in a hotel.

He was truly breathless because of what he witnessed.

That's when he decided to became a chemistry engineer.

Of course he they got him and he took a huge punishment which caused to screw his school life.

Even though he got a really high score in his university acceptance exam, his applys were rejected by all the big schools he dreamed about. He got so, so upset about this that he even wanted to kill himself rather than living as a worthless piece of shit.

While he was rolling in thoughts of negativity, a teacher who respected Cody's success wrote a reference letter for him to an school.

The school decided to accept Cody with a few conditions. This school was not as big and as fancy as other schools he wanted but it was still better than what he could aford without that reference later. So he immediatly accepted this offer and thanked his teacher.

He did not became a chemistry engineer.

He majored in psychology which provided him the chance to do some different kind of experiments on mental health hospital residents.

He did a double major in chemistry, not in chemistry engineering.

But he's mostly using all his time for psychlogical experiments over chemical experiments. Sometimes he uses chemistry too for topics like neurotransmitter matters and the structure of hormones.

He's mostly a psychologist who you not want to cross and he works in mental health hospitals. He mostly manipulates his patients for doing something morally grey or hurtful for them either mentally or physically.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS AND PLSSS DONT BE SO HARD ON YOURSELF ITS WRITTEN BEAUTIFULLY AND I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SHARE THINGS WITH ME. I PROMSIE UR NOT BOTHERING ME AND ITS SO GOOD.

OK IMMA CHAT A LITTLE WITH IT UNDER THE CUT CUZ I LIKE IT

"That's why he focused on academic knowledge rather than human relationships. Because mathmetical problems were easier for him compared to comforting a crying person." I ABSOLUTELY LOOOOVE characters like this. who lean into math and science because they just cant grasp all of the wishy washy of emotion and that kinda stuff. characters who like clear, linear paths with rules and whatnot. i think its really interesting way to try to define a character

which is why i love "No, he focused on more complicated science fields such as quantum physics, anatomy and organic chemistry."

i love how much you focus on his desire for knowledge. i think its cool when someone CRAVES for intelligence, they want to learn, they wanna know everything they possibly can - and i think its especially interesting when that turns into scary, morbid curiosity

and i fucking love how scary it is that he decided to go snooping around during his Chernobyl trip. it just sounds like a really unsettling turn of events and i think is such a creative, yet creepy, take on what made such a big shift. going from a kinda awkward, focused, troubled kid to someone who is willing to hurt and sacrifice people for his own morbid curiosity. SUPER SCARY

and i like that he still couldnt get what he wanted. i like that he still got stuck doing smth that didnt truly appease any scary urges he had, and that he has to do his freaky killer stuff in a roundabout way by manipulating his patients

would be interesting to see if any other creeps could perhaps be his patient . . .

#long post #tw suicide #< just cuz i cant put an ask under the cut and you have some mentions of it #x virus #really interesting rewrite!!! i like this a lot more and it feels less cartoony than his og one #not that his og one is bad or anything #but i really like the route you took here #super unsettling #asks

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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Hi there! Do you still write Jesse Katsopolis x reader? If so, I would love to request one! Maybe one where reader and Jesse are in an established relationship-she and Jesse are spending the night in babysitting Michelle and her friends. One of Michelle’s friends has a huge crush on the reader and doesn’t like Jesse one bit so he spends all night playing silly pranks on Jesse whenever he and the reader are being cute together. Honestly, I’ll read any Jesse x reader prompt you write lmao I love your writing style and I’ve been rewatching Full House and falling in love with Jesse again! Thank you in advance and I apologize if the prompt is silly ❤️

#1 Competition

Fandom: Full House

Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Reader

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Reader, Michelle Tanner, Danny Tanner, Original Male Character

Word Count: 2562 // Rating: Teen

Summary: Love is afoot in the Tanner Household

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Full House Fic, Uncle Jesse, Jesse Katsopolis, Jesse Katsopolis x Reader, Reader Fic, uncle Jesse Fic, Established Relationship, #1 Competition, Number One Competition, Kissing, Babysitting, Fall Down Stairs, Pranks, Reader, Fem Reader, 90s, Tanner Family, Michelle Tanner, Original Male Character, Y/N fic, Requests, Requested Fic

Notes: Im trash and can't respond to anything in a timely manner sorry @infinitelyforgotten

‘Hey Danny,’ Y/N said as she stepped in the front door. She was drenched and given the sound of the rain pounding the street outside it was no wonder why. ‘No bother,’ Danny said helping her out of her long coat so he could hang it up, ‘I’m only due to leave in five minutes anyway.’ ‘Actually, I think you should leave now. I only live 10 minutes away and it took me half an hour to get here the weather’s that bad,’ Y/N said. ‘Are you sure? I mean Jesse’s not home yet it’ll just be you and the kids,’ Danny said. ‘You know I can look after the kids without Jess right?’ Y/N chuckled causing Danny to look at her rather sheepish. ‘Actually, it’s not just my kids,’ Danny said. ‘It’s not? How many are there?’ Y/N said now worried. ‘Oh, only one more. Michelle’s friend Cody from down the street. And Steph and DJ are out for the night so don’t be too worried,’ Danny said. ‘Phew,’ Y/N said. ‘Yeah it’s funny actually,’ Danny said as he started to don his coat, ‘once Michelle found out it was you and Jess babysitting tonight she practically insisted on having her friend round.’ ‘I hope they’re not planning on running amuck,’ Y/N giggled, ‘you know how much of a pushover Jess is when it comes to her.’ ‘Well, that’s why I made sure you were included. He listens to you,’ Danny said. ‘If you think he’ll take my side over his lil munchkin you’re mistaken pal,’ Y/N said just as Michelle and Cody came through from the kitchen.

‘Hi Y/N,’ Michelle said with a smile. ‘Hey guys,’ Y/N replied with a smile as Michelle took a seat on the couch. Cody waved at the woman and then took a seat beside Michelle the two of them instantly knitting their heads together in hushed whispers. ‘Now listen you two I want you to be good tonight,’ Danny said. ‘We will,’ Michelle said. ‘And just because you’re being babysat tonight doesn’t mean the rules are any different,’ Danny reiterated. ‘We know,’ Michelle said. ‘And be nice to Y/N,’ Danny finished. ‘We will,’ Cody said looking at Y/N with a small smile. ‘They know,’ Y/N said, ‘come on you make a move or you will be late.’

Y/N shepherded Danny to the door as he put his coat on in a hurry. He was still rambling as Y/N pushed him out the door. She turned to look at the two young ones on the couch with a smile and said, ‘right who wants to order a pizza?’

The night was going swimmingly. The kids had wanted to watch a movie and eat pizza so Y/N had ordered and they had all curled up on the sofa with the sounds only the sounds of Disney and the rain outside. Michelle had told her all about her day at school. She loved Michelle. Out of all of Jesse’s, her boyfriend, family the littlest Tanner had been the one she was most afraid to meet. But since they had met many months ago the pair of them had been great friends. Michelle had taken a minute to come around to her but eventually, they had both realised that anyone who loved Jesse as much as they did couldn’t be too bad. Cody on the other hand hadn’t said much. Instead spent his time sitting beside Y/N watching her quietly with a smile.

As the credits rolled on the Little Mermaid Y/N sat up properly and stretched reaching out for the plates and the empty pizza boxes on the coffee table. ‘Right,’ Y/N said, ‘you two put something on the TV whilst I clean this place up okay?’

As she stood up and walked to the kitchen Michelle launched herself onto the floor and started chattering away, reaming off TV shows for Cody to choose from. Y/N walked into the kitchen and placed everything on the side as she walked to the fridge. She opened it looking for something to satiate her sweet tooth. As her eyes roved over its contents she felt a pair of arms come around her.

‘Hey,’ Y/N murmured recognising that touch in an instant. ‘Hey,’ Jesse said kissing her neck as his arms squeeze her middle tightly. ‘What time do you call this?’ she said turning around and raising a questioning eyebrow at him. His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at her. ‘Later than I planned but they needed me at the club,’ he said leaning in to kiss her on the lips, ‘can you forgive me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ she said kissing him back, ‘kiss me again and I’ll start thinking about it?’

Jesse chuckled as their lips met again. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his back her fingers running through his hair as if it was a reflex. Jesse pulled her closer as the two of them got lost in the kiss. Suddenly, reality crashed around them as they heard the sound of a glass being put on the counter.

‘Gross,’ Michelle said as she put her cup down. She and Cody were standing in the kitchen both watching the couple with horrified looks. ‘Hey munchkin,’ Jesse said immediately swinging out of boyfriend and into Uncle mode as he ran over and gave her a hug. She hugged him quickly as Y/N quickly sorted out the debris she had left on the counter feeling red in the face. As she did she noticed Cody watching her with a pout.

‘Uncle Jesse, can we watch who framed Roger Rabbit?’ Michelle said. ‘Sure munchkin,’ Jesse said. ‘I don’t know Jess,’ Y/N said, ‘it’s getting late. I said we should watch TV not another film.’ ‘Please uncle Jesse,’ Michelle said with a pout. Jesse looked between his girlfriend and his niece who were both watching him carefully. ‘How about we watch one more film and then straight to bed? But you gotta promise you’ll go straight to bed okay?’ Jesse said. Michelle punched the air and agreed running back into the other room to set up dragging Cody behind her.

‘Don’t say anything,’ Jesse said as Y/N came to him shaking her head. ‘I wasn’t going to,’ she said as she grabbed hold of his elbow pulling him towards the living room, ‘but I better hold on to you, you know just in case you hit the deck from being such a pushover.’ ‘I am not a pushover,’ Jesse said as they entered the living room where Michelle had already got the titles rolling.

‘Sure you’re not,’ Y/N said. She stopped in her tracks as they reached the couch as she spotted that Cody and Michelle were sitting in the middle of the couch leaving no room for the adults to sit together. Y/N leaned back towards Jesse who had now stopped behind her and whispered, ‘how about you get them to move then?’ ‘Hey guys how about-’ Jesse started though Cody cut him off. ‘You can sit here,’ Cody said patting the seat beside him. ‘Actually buddy-’ Jesse said. ‘Sit down uncle Jesse you’re blocking the TV!’ Michelle said. Y/N chuckled as she sat down next to the younger man, ‘thank you, Cody.’

As Y/N settled down on the opposite side of the couch to her boyfriend she heard a yelp and watched as Jesse leapt up off of the couch spinning around frantically as Cody and Michelle burst into giggles. ‘What’s the matter?’ Y/N said as Jesse started looking at the seat of his pants which was now covered in pizza stains. ‘I sat in pizza!’ Jesse grumbled, ‘and these are my best jeans.’ ‘Just take them off and I’ll throw them in the washer.’

Jesse nodded and headed back to the kitchen Y/N in tow. Once they had disappeared out of sight Michelle and Cody leapt up off the couch and ran to the door making sure the adults were distracted.

‘You’re right,’ Michelle giggled, ‘that was funny.’ ‘I told you,’ Cody said. ‘What else can we do?’ she said. ‘I have an idea,’ Cody whispered. And then the two of them got to work.

‘Right,’ Y/N said coming back into the living room, ‘where were we?’ She came and sat back down next to the kids who were now giggling to one another, ‘what are you two laughing at?’ ‘The movie,’ the pair said in unison. Y/N eyed them suspiciously but accepted their story as she sat back to watch the film.

A couple of minutes later she heard Jesse coming onto the landing. She turned her head to look at him, now dressed in sweatpants, and smiled as he started to descend the stairway but as soon as he was there he was gone. He clattered down the stairs hitting everyone on the way down before landing at the bottom of the stairs in a heap.

‘Damn it,’ Jesse said as he lay at the bottom of the stairs. ‘What the hell happened?’ Y/N said as she rushed to his side. Michelle and Cody climbed up on the couch to look over in fits of giggling. ‘This damn thing,’ Jesse said as he fished a roller skate out from behind him. ‘Are you okay?’ Y/N said helping him up. ‘Yeah,’ he grumbled, ‘knock it off you two.’ ‘But it was funny uncle Jesse!’ Michelle said. ‘She’s not wrong,’ Y/N said earning a scowl from her other half, ‘I’m just saying.’

As she got Jesse to the couch Cody and Michelle climbed down. ‘Why don’t the pair of you go and play in your room?’ Jesse said wincing as he sat down. ‘But you said we could watch a movie!’ Cody protested. ‘Yeah well that was before I almost broke my neck on Steph’s roller skates,’ Jesse said. ‘Jess is right guys,’ Y/N said, ‘go and play in your room okay?’

The pair of them stomped off up the stairs that Jesse had just fallen down as he lay down on the couch. Y/N perched on the seat, ‘are you okay?’ ‘Yeah I just don’t know what happened,’ Jesse said, ‘I moved Steph’s skates this morning.’ ‘Maybe she used them today?’ Y/N said. ‘No, she’s been at her friend’s all day. I dropped her off,’ Jesse said. ‘You think it wasn’t an accident?’ ‘You take a life insurance policy out on me that I don’t know about?’ Jesse laughed. ‘Like anyone would pay money for you,’ Y/N said. ‘Hey I am a catch,’ he smirked. ‘A catch with a bad back,’ Y/N said leaning down to kiss him. He kissed her back his fingers dancing along her chin. ‘Not fair,’ he said as she pulled back out of his reach. ‘Well, we’re still on duty. How about I go and make sure the kids are in bed and then we can continue our movie night…in bed,’ she smiled getting up and heading towards the stairs chuckling as she heard Jesse sigh, ‘have mercy.’

As Y/N made her way upstairs she could hear giggling coming from Michelle’s room which was then followed by a loud scurrying no doubt them leaping into bed. She smiled to herself but as she reached for the door her smile disappeared as all of a sudden there was a crash as water rained down on her.

There was a fit of giggles and the sound of running up the stairs as she realised what had happened. ‘What’s going on here?’ Jesse said immediately bursting out laughing which was joined by Michelle. ‘Jess it’s not funny!’ Y/N said elbowing him. He winced but his mirth didn’t disappear quick enough for her liking. ‘You’re right,’ Jesse said with a smile, ‘Michelle it’s not funny.’ ‘What on earth possessed you to do this?’ Y/N chastised. ‘It was a prank,’ Michelle said. ‘Well, it’s not very nice!’ Y/N grumbled. ‘It was Cody’s idea!’ Michelle said, ‘they all were!’ ‘You agreed!’ Cody said. ‘All?’ Jesse said. ‘Wait was the roller skate your idea too?’ Y/N said looking at the young boy, ‘you know you really could’ve hurt somebody! How could you be so stupid!’ ‘I was just trying to get you to like me!’ he said and then he jumped out of bed and shoved past the two adults who were standing in the doorway. ‘What the-’ Y/N started but Jesse cut her off. ‘I think I know what’s going on. I’ll sort it,’ Jesse said and he quickly turned around and followed him out the door. Jesse left the room and headed to the bathroom and knocked on the door gently.

‘Go away,’ Cody said as the door knob turned and the door opened gently. Jesse stepped into the bathroom to find the young boy sitting on the tiled floor. He sighed and sat down beside him trying to ignore the snotty whimpers coming from the kid.

‘I don’t want to talk to you,’ Cody said. ‘I know,’ Jesse said, ‘you don’t like me right?’

Cody looked at Jesse but he didn’t say anything.

‘Because you like Y/N right? Like, like-like her?’ Jesse said looking at Cody’s face. It was red now and his eyes were bloodshot. He nodded. ‘I just wanted her to like me,’ he admitted dropping his gaze as he fiddled with the bath mat underneath them both. ‘Hey, I get it, man. Sometimes love makes us guys a bit nuts,’ Jesse said, ‘my first week around her I could barely speak. I wanted her to like me so bad.’ ‘How did you do it?’ Cody asked perking up a little. ‘Well I’ll tell you how not to,’ he said looking at Cody who looked at him his eyes wide egging him on, ‘Pranking me? That’s not going to work.’ ‘Why not it made her laugh?’ Cody argued. ‘Yeah, but it can go wrong. Someone could get hurt,’ Jesse said. ‘So how did you get Y/N to like you?’ Cody asked. ‘I was myself. I try to make her happy. I make sure my hair looks amazing every day,’ Jesse chuckled bumping his shoulder on the boys. ‘So if I do all that she’ll like me?’ ‘Yeah,’ Jesse said, ‘but I gotta ask that you don’t.’ ‘Why?’ Cody replied. ‘Because there’s no way I can compete with you,’ Jesse said.

Cody seemed to mull it over for a moment and then he nodded. ‘Fine,’ he said as he stood up, ‘I think I’ll get Michelle to like me instead.’

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes.

Danny Phantom

Space Case by TorScrawls

Danny runs into some astronauts from NASA’s lunar mission while trying to do his homework on the moon. This leads to new friends, a new job, and eventually to Danny finding a place for himself out among the stars.

Also, Danny gets to be a gremlin in space.

“Well,” Watkins drew the word out on a sigh as she slumped against the doorframe. “We didn’t cover this in training.”

Cecilia found her eyes trained on the spot where Danny had just walked through the wall. Like a— “Is the moon haunted?!”

Watkins was silent for a long while, and when Cecilia finally managed to tear her eyes away from the wall and look at her colleague, she found her frowning at the com. "…Who's going to tell the commander?"

Emergency Contact by lexosaurus

When William Lancer answered the phone that day, little did he know that he would go from an average literature teacher and cat-dad to now the emergency foster parent for a very injured teenage ghost.

Life had a funny way of being unpredictable like that.

Tutoring Phantom by lexosaurus

It was funny. A year ago Dash was all but praying for Fenton to shut up, but now he would do anything to hear him speak.

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds by pukner (+ podfic)

"You look like you've been mauled, dude," says Lucas. Then, after a beat, "Oh, ew."

"What the fuck," says Dustin, cottoning on, "What the fuck. This is hell, you didn't."

"Oh, I did," says Eddie, with the air of someone who's won something. He looks like the proverbial cat who's got the canary, if the canary wore polos and listened to Blondie.

"Shut up," Steve mutters, flushing as he seems to register what's happening, "Guys, it's not what you--uh, this isn't what it looks like-"

Or, five times Dustin Henderson was subjected to Eddie Munson being gross and sappy and in love with Steve Harrington, and one time Steve didn't even have to be there.

Clone Wars

I will look for you every time by unintentionalgenius

The soldier - barely more than a boy - swallows hard.

“And you’re here reporting to me because someone else is manning the rescue mission.” They’re both silent for a long moment. “Correct?”

Boil begins gingerly. She has the sense she is being handled. “The whole system went. There’s no way to get back down there. I think it was a bomb, planned. And - “ he hesitates, eyeing her face. “And no one could have survived that, sir. Not even one of us.”

“That’s impossible,” she says, instinctively.

this guy fucking sucks by Sunfl0wer78

Anakin didn't get it. The 501st was cool. Rex was great. So why was Commander Cody so... boring? And why was Obi-wan was obsessed with him? Everyone loved him. For what fucking reason.

Anakin doesn't understand Cody. Cody hates him. Maybe.

A Minor Detail by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67)

"I do apologize for the oversight,” Obi-Wan said. “I’m from a planet called Stewjon. While we look near human, we are all shapeshifters. While this is truly a minor detail in the grand scheme of things…” Cody stared incredulously. “Permission to speak freely, sir?” “Always, Cody, you know that,” he replied. “Sir, your ability to change into an otter does not qualify as a minor detail."

or, 3 times Obi-Wan's otter form came in handy on a mission and 1 time it was used for fun.

#happy wednesday everybody!#weekly fic round up #my posts #fic recs #dp recs #sw recs #stranger things recs

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clone-anon · 10 months

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Masterlist

This is sort of a masterlist. Sometimes I send someone a story and they decide to keep it to themselves (which is totally good and fine!), so I don’t have it posted. Here are the ones that are posted.

Assume these are gender neutral unless stated otherwise. I also tried to indicate the theme of each ficlet or something that happens and if they are platonic/could be read that way. If you notice any errors please let me know!

501st (multiple clones)

Rex x f!reader have the 501st over for dinner

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic reader support when depression hits

The Bad Batch (multiiple clones)

TBB x reader who has had a terrible day and needs support

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

Coruscant Guards (multiple clones)

Headcanon: Corrie Guards and their pets

x platonic padawan artist reader

Below, clones are listed in alphabetical order.

Boba

x reader snuggling (Daimyo Boba)

Boil

x reader making out on a loveseat

Cody

x m!reader reconnecting when Cody has leave

x reader and Cody starts a garden

x m!reader who is sick and mildly dramatic about it

x reader where Cody gives reassurance

x reader who is having a hard day

x reader being domestic

x reader go to a festival

x reader where Cody surprises you on your birthday

x reader where he surprises you with lunch

x reader the story of how you met

x reader making plans on a rainy day

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader hugs and reassurance

x reader napping together

x m!reader where Cody wants to get to know you

x reader go to a flower festival together

x reader who is having a fake battle with someone else over Cody or something I don’t know I just live here

x platonic reader leaving the Empire

x reader who makes a tough decision

x reader who’s had a long day and needs some comfort

x fem reader enjoying her birthday together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

Crosshair

x m!reader first kiss in the rain

x platonic reader who can’t sleep (big brother figure Crosshair)

x f!reader on her birthday

x f!reader who is feeling insecure in her swimsuit

x platonic padawan reader

x reader getting caf

x reader with PTSD nightmares (can be read as platonic)

x reader dating and some feelings

x reader who doesn’t feel good and needs comfort

x f!reader where he surprises reader on her birthday

x reader who needs to cry by can’t get it out (can be read as platonic)

x reader where Crosshair apologizes

x reader where Crosshair missed you while gone

x reader confessing feelings to each other

x reader where he supports you when you have your nose to the grindstone

x f!reader who fights a guy who thinks he can steal Crosshair away

x reader comforting him

x reader who is under the weather

x reader being there for each other

x reader where he’s proud of you for trying

x reader and how he shows he cares

x reader expressing their love

x reader saying how much you mean to each other

x reader where he starts getting more comfortable being closer

x platonic reader and morning caf

x reader where he makes the smallest move

A Little Drabble After the Trauma of Season 2 Episode 14

x reader where he checks in on you

x platonic reader where he supports you when you let out jealous emotions

x reader what he sees when he looks at you

x reader (who is shorter than he is) where Crosshair struggles to express his feelings

x transmasc reader who is struggling with chest dysphoria (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he surprises you on your birthday

x padawan reader (platonic, obviously) steps on a landmine and he remembers Mayday

x s/o afab reader and period comfort

x reader when they’re nervous for a job interview

x reader (platonic) where he helps you work on your blaster aim

x m reader who uses sign language when overwhelmed or overstimulated (Part 2 here!)

Late Nights (Crosshair x gn Werewolf Reader) for Pineapple’s 2023 Halloween Party

x reader hanging out on a rainy day (platonic with big brother Crosshair vibes)

x ftm trans reader coming out to him (can be read as platonic)

x male reader who sometimes goes nonverbal and teaches him some more sign language

x f reader going to doctor’s appointments and cuddling after

x reader where reader gets swept away in the snow (part of the Clone x Reader Life Day Fic Exchange 2023)

x reader who would like some help getting out of work early when overwhelmed (follows the previous fics with a reader who goes nonverbal and uses sign language)

x transmasc boyfriend reader where Crosshair helps after reader’s top surgery

x former padawan reader (platonic) avoiding the Empire

Big Brother Crosshair x Pabu kid who needs time to be a kid (platonic, obviously)

x m!reader swimming on Pabu after the events of the finale

Darman Skirata

x fem reader who wonders if she’s not good enough

Dogma

x reader and first kisses

x reader helping him relax (cameo from some others of the 501st)

x reader supporting a freed Dogma after Umbara

x reader where Dogma realizes how much he loves kissing

x reader and a lot of hugging

x reader gets flowers

x reader where Dogma admits he gets nervous butterflies before seeing reader

x reader who needs encouragement to finish work

x reader gets flowers (another one)

x reader and the things he loves about you

x reader go on a walk together

x reader go stargazing

x reader spend a day together and Dogma learns he can relax

x reader where he holds you while you work

x reader where he asks if he can kiss you

x f!reader where he finally approaches you

x reader waking up together

Echo

x reader who is having a hard day

x reader is surprised by Echo

x reader who is feeling a little down about their creative skills

x reader who wakes up to Echo making them breakfast

x reader who has anxiety / anxiety attack

x reader who needs comfort

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

x reader spend a day together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x f!reader spend a day in the city together

x reader confession of feelings

x reader where he needs to take some of his cybernetics off and relax with you

x reader where he takes you on a date to Cloud City

x reader first I love you’s

x reader where they befriend a lot of birds

x reader on their birthday

x reader comfort while reader is finishing up work

x reader (platonic) and Tech x reader (romantic) cuddles after Tech’s return

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

Fives

x reader making out

x reader who is really sick

x f!reader and flowers

x m!reader on their first date

x platonic reader opening up to him about CSA trauma (no specific descriptions)

x f!reader who is insecure about their body

x reader who doesn’t feel well

x f!reader and helping her after a nightmare

x reader where reader is stressed and Fives comes over

x reader where Fives welcomes you home from a trip

x f!reader morning snuggles and affirmations

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader first date

x reader where Fives sings and hums

x reader having a nightmare and getting reassurance

x reader having a nightmare (another one, he’s good about helping)

x reader where he gets back early and surprises you

x reader who gets dizzy and can’t sleep in pitch black

x reader tells Fives they would die for him

x reader romantic feelings

x reader where Fives gets lost in thought

x reader who gets a root canal and needs TLC

x afab reader who is struggling with health issues (period problems and dental work)

x reader who needs comfort in hard times

x reader comfort after someone steals reader’s holiday gifts

x male boyfriend reader where he teaches you how to shoot a blaster to protect yourself while he’s deployed

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

x reader who is having a rough day (can be read as platonic)

Fox

x reader where Fox comes home late to reader and snuggles

x reader on a date night

x reader where he finds a way to ask them out

x reader on an easy-going date

x reader having bad vibes hit and needs a snuggle

x reader where he misses your birthday because of work but comes home to make it up to you

Gregor

x reader taking a nap together

husband!Gregor flirting with spouse!reader

x reader who doesn’t feel good

x reader spending a day together

x reader who he always visits when he’s on planet

husband!Gregor and wife!reader

x reader comforting Gregor

x reader finding comfort in each other with cuddles

x reader who uses a cane

x reader where he has a tough day with his TBI/PBA (can be read as platonic)

x reader dealing with chronic pain after work

Hardcase

x reader go to a fair

x reader where Hardcase finally comes home after being gone and off the radar for a long time

x reader where Hardcase is kind of all over the place

x reader where he asks you out to dinner

x reader have lunch at a park

x reader where he tries to cook for you

x reader where you watch fireworks together

x f!reader riding a speeder through Coruscant together

x f!reader learning about what you do at work

x m!reader helping ground him

x reader dancing together

x reader who just got a new tattoo

x reader going on a date and making out

x mtf reader who is worried about passing

Hevy

Finding a Way: Hevy x reader: a Hevy Lives AU written for the rare-clone-fic-exchange

Coming Home: Hevy x reader: a continuation of my Hevy Lives AU for Life Day

Hound

x reader with PTSD and who does not like fireworks

x reader first meeting plus massiffs! (can be read as platonic)

Howzer

x reader who just had surgery

x reader go to a butterfly garden

x reader and helping them have a good cry

x f!reader romantic moments

x reader where he comes home from a mission

x tall reader who is a little insecure about their height

x wife reader who needs a little break (mention of dad Howzer)

x wife reader who has some mental health struggles (mention of dad Howzer)

x fem reader seeing each other after a long time

Hunter

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

x m!reader and a first kiss

x single parent reader talking about having a child together

x reader with social anxiety (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he lets reader touch his hair

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

x reader where Hunter is supportive during a big change

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

x reader where he reminds reader to take it easy sometimes

x f!reader who is worried she can’t get pregnant

x reader where he braids your hair (reader has long hair)

x reader confessing feelings for each other

x reader helping when they are panicking / worrying

x reader where he helps with your blood sugar issues

x reader who holds their cards close to their chest

x reader who is sick

x reader where he gives you a massage and cuddle

x reader with domestic fluff

x pregnant reader with discussion of taking care of a baby

x reader where Hunter has a headache and reader needs rest too

x reader who needs some closeness after disappointing news

x reader and domestic life together

x pregnant reader who is having a rough time being pregnant right now

x reader spending time together plus a quiet evening

x reader who is struggling with vision problems

x reader cuddles the night before reader has a medical procedure

Jesse

x reader and budding romance

x reader who goes unnoticed by others (can be read as platonic)

x m!reader where Jesse is flirty and sweet

x reader in need of comfort

x m!reader first meeting

Kix

x m!reader go kayaking

x reader where Kix cooks for reader

x reader who started new mental health medication and is dealing with side effects

x reader comforting Kix after a hard day

x m!reader have a domestic moment when you’re overworked

x reader where Kix supports you after an unnamed medical procedure

x m!reader where he brings flowers

x f!reader where he learns to brew tea

x reader have a picnic

x reader whose pet tooka just passed away

x reader going through burnout and Kix talks to them about the importance of valuing themselves

Mayday

x artist reader

x reader who helps him find home on Pabu

x reader go swimming

x platonic reader who is homesick

x reader enjoying domestic life

Monnk

x reader having a date at the beach when reader is scared of deep water, but feels safe enough to go in with him

x reader having a date at the beach when reader is scared of the water and doesn’t go in

x m!reader shows Monnk his favorite spot to swim in the ocean

Rex

x reader having an ordinary yet romantic evening together

Rex x f!reader have the 501st over for dinner

x platonic reader hanging out and Rex talks about 501st shenanigans

x f!reader dyes her hair blue

x wheelchair user reader with chronic pain cuddling and reassurance

x reader reunited after Rex was gone for a long time

x reader on a date

x reader and a sweet kiss

x reader stargazing

x platonic reader catching up after a busy time

x reader where Cody and Wolffe spy on your date

x reader who has a chronic illness and fatigue

x reader spending quality time together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader escaping a social situation

x reader doesn’t feel good enough

x reader where he supports you through a tough time (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he knows you’ll get those WIPs done

x afab reader dealing with a miscarriage

x reader share a moment in the moonlight

x m!reader a declaration of love

x m!reader on a romantic date

x reader where he makes you a flower crown

x reader makes him a flower crown

x reader who doesn’t feel well

x reader happy birthday surprise

x reader who has to have dental work done

x reader who is struggling with parents encouraging disordered eating (can be read as platonic)

x reader who is dealing with an eating disorder

x reader going on a cozy trip together

x reader where he comes over to ease some stress

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

x jedi reader comforting him after Umbara (can be read as platonic)

x reader comfort during a day of grief

Sinker

x reader who has a bad day and he helps

Tech

x reader with ADHD and depression who struggles to sleep

x reader who needs support

x afab reader on their period

x plus size fem reader with disordered eating

x reader who is sick / going through it

x reader snuggling with Tech and telling him about sharks

x platonic reader on the anniversary of an unnamed traumatic event for reader

x reader enjoying quiet time outside together

x m!reader showing affection

x reader after Tech comes home from a mission

x reader where Tech helps reader ward off an anxiety attack

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

x reader who is sick (can be read as platonic)

x reader takes Tech to one of their favorite places (can be read as platonic)

x reader dealing with chronic pain (can be read as platonic)

x reader where Tech gets some civilian clothes

x reader where Tech takes you to see a meteor shower

x reader where Tech returns after being gone

x reader with quality time and sweetness (”talk bumpers” reference)

x reader cuddles (can be read as platonic)

x reader who needs encouragement (can be read as platonic)

x reader going to bed together

x reader have drinks and dance at 79′s

x reader starting the day with caf together

x reader going out to lunch

x reader where he makes modified goggles

x reader who is having a hard time

x reader dancing together after a long day

x platonic reader where Tech comforts you when you’re unconfident / overwhelmed

x reader where he gets something to represent his commitment to you

x m!reader where Tech tells you how he feels

x reader where reader opens up about their home world

x reader where he helps you fix your speeder bike

x reader is comforted after a nightmare

x reader going on a date to the aquarium

x reader telling him how you feel

A Little Something After the Season 2 Finale (Tech Lives)

x f!reader who has tokophobia

x reader who is overwhelmed

x f!reader who is pregnant where they find out it’s twins

x reader who has nightmares

x f!reader who has a miscarriage

x s/o reader who uses a wheelchair/hoverchair

x reader who needs comfort when feeling unwell

x reader looking at the night sky together (could be read as platonic)

x reader (romantic) and Echo x reader (platonic) cuddles after Tech’s return

x s/o reader who’s been in a funk and needs some comfort

x reader who struggles with passive suicidal ideation (could be read as platonic)

x reader who supports him after he finds out the Marauder blew up (written as platonic)

Tup

x reader painting their nails and Tup’s

x reader making cookies together (can be read as platonic)

x reader braids Tup’s hair (can be read as platonic)

x reader nervous first date

x reader who wants a mohawk

x reader where he makes breakfast

x S/O fem reader comfort and cuddles

Waxer

x fem reader who is self-conscious about having facial hair

Wolffe

x platonic padawan reader who learns a lesson and how much Wolffe cares

x afab reader who is on their period

x awkward m!reader asks Wolffe out on a date

x platonic padawan reader are stuck in the rain

x reader waking up to reader’s croaky voice after an illness

x reader where Wolffe takes you out

x reader where reader is shrunk slightly on a mission

x reader where reader helps Wolffe relax

x reader who is grieving (can be read as platonic)

x f!reader where he returns to you after losing his eye

x plus size reader who uses self-depricating humor (can be read as platonic)

x boyfriend reader who struggles with chronic pain as a result of childhood trauma

x s/o reader having a quiet evening together

Wrecker

x reader go to the beach

x reader who is having a bad day

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

x reader at a food truck festival (can be read as platonic)

x reader affirmations

x reader after reader gets a diagnosis that leaves them feeling self-conscious

x reader taking a lunch break together

x reader where Wrecker lights up your world

x reader bouncing on a giant trampoline together

x reader where he reminds you to eat and take care of yourself

x reader where he shows you it’s safe to let him in

x reader where he supports you when you’re over-extending yourself

x plus size f!reader first meeting

x reader crocheting together

x reader needing distraction and cuddles

x reader rocking in a hammock together

x reader more snuggles

x f!reader early romance

x reader go to an amusement park

x reader spending quality time together

x reader cuddling and falling asleep together

The Anon that Started It

Pulling Fives, Gregor, and Crosshair

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