#Cody: Harmless huh??

[archivewriter1ont]

I could see this happening. Except no one shoots at Cody... because 1. because Dad-mode Obi-Wan says he would have a heart attack if his kids/adopted bros started shooting at each other and 2. that trooper would have to face the wrath of an overworked, undercaffeinated Commander Kote.

The only person exempt from this is Rex, because in response to 1. he knows Obi-Wan is bluffing (based on their time in the slaver prison he thinks his brother's Jedi can survive anything) and 2. This man was raised with/by Cody. He has the typical younger sibling attitude of "you won't hurt me and if you do I'll ruin your life." He can get away with things that would make even Fox, the other crazy vod'ika, stare with his jaw hanging open.

Cody lets Rex get away with this stuff because he is still gripped by the typical older sibling mindset that Rex is a tiny little precious baby whose blonde head must be shielded from all harm.

Rex likes to irritate Cody because he is frustrated with this view...then he meets Hunter and goes "Knifey vod'ika. Must protect."

Cody is slightly irked that Rex stole "his" little brothers but at least now the Batch aren't just his problem.

I imagine that clones actually shoot at each other all the time. Like they miss every time on purpose and they always know where their bolts are going but if they bother each other they will pull out a blaster and start shooting. They just each trust their aim really well.

thire steals thorn’s caf and thorn pulls out his rotary gun and blasts a circle around thire. Thire stands still drinking the caf entirely unfazed.

[archivewriter1ont]

Clone Wars Incorrect Quotes

Rex: So Hunter kind of freaked me out when I first met him and he was just sniffing the air and dirt -- and when he growled at me and jumped on the Keeradak and all -- but I've come to the conclusion that he's really just a lost puppy with sharp teeth and social issues. Also I am keeping him.

Cody: I resent that you stole him but I am so glad he's not just my issue now.

Cody: Next time we have to fill out a report on these idiots, ori'vod Rex gets to sign off on it and find a way to benignly word what our little sergeant helped his brothers blow up, destroy, or otherwise do wrong.

Rex: *aghast* What could he ever do wrong? Look at him, Cody -- he's harmless!

Hunter: *paying selective attention because he is too busy sharpening his 87 knives* I am NOT little. *growls*

Cody: Mmhmm. Harmless, huh??

Rex: He...likes shiny things.

[thatcanadianfangirl]

Little Mouse

Cody Christian x Female Reader/ OC

Summary: On her gym anniversary, she shares a cute moment with her favourite trainer and friend. Suspecting he has feeling for her she’s can’t help but coil back in fear.

WC: 1.6k+

Contents: trainer Cody x female, written in first person, no use of y/n, only pet name, gym, no negative body image, vomiting, pining, intense emotions, friends, his pov, no smut (but this is a no minor zone)

Message: Posting a Flash as I work through my new the first part of my veterinarian series for Cody. I’m slowly getting back into writing so it might be awhile

I adjusted the gym bag over my shoulder a little higher. I feel like I bathed in extacy for an hour, the high is hitting me at full force. I walk into the public gym with confidence dripping off me. Today marks an entire 365 days since I’ve flipped, I’m fucking proud of my self for pulling that shit off.

“Someone’s glowing!” Cody, one of the trainers that resides with this location says, his lips are pink as a congratulatory smile spreads on his lips.

“What can I say, it feels good to be a gym rat!” I say with playful pride. Reaching the front desk where he hides behind.

“Oh please you’re not Gym Rat material yet!” He chases back and a rush of electricity runs up my spine when his voice knocks down an octave or two.

“Christian, you’ve taught me all I know. If I’m not a Gym Rat by now? That definitely speaks volumes to your commitment to this gym.” I tease with a shit- eating- grin.

“I’m just teasing baby, you became a Gym Rat the moment you met me huh?” He says it so casually that I couldn’t process the words he spews. Me and Cody seemed to have this best friends who pine after the other variant of romantic relation, we ping pong harmless flirting every chance we get,but this gorgeous man in front of me, has never called me Baby.

I didn’t want to look too much into it, over the last year Cody always managed to involve me in his woman drama. Solely on the fact that I happen to be his friend and a woman. Yay me, suffering in pain. Love that for me.

Although I haven’t heard anything lately and it has the cogs turning, I truly wanted the man but I was unsure if he wanted me.

“I take pre-work out and jam protein powder before 12am. I portion control and train 4 times a week. If anything? I’m a Training Mouse.” I laugh trying to shoe away the feeling he gave by calling me, Baby.

“But it works for you and your lifestyle, you’ve made so much progress this year, I officially promote you to Gym Rat.” Cody stands straight and extends his back, his chest grows against the fabric of his shirt. So tight against his skin I can see the threads stretch beyond repair.

He seems to pull an imaginary crown from his back pocket, he fakes amazement as he looks at the jewelry in his palm. Trying to reach the crown towards me, his hips are caught by the desk and I laugh at his childish behaviour as he rounds the reception desk.

I could only laugh at this gorgeous man making me fall out of the sky, burning for him. “No laughing, this is a serious ritual.” He tries to say it sternly but fails miserably when a grin slips as our eyes meet.

He’s close and I can practically taste his cologne in my throat, I didn’t care, Cody could break my bubble any day he pleases.

“I, Cody Christian, trainer at this establishment, now present you, Baby, as an official Gym Rat on the celebration of your one year anniversary of feeding this place your money.” He softly gestured for me to bow my head. And I obey rolling my eyes playfully at this scene he created for me.

His warm muscular body hovers over mine and I’m engulfed in a glowing heat, his calloused hands brush the center of my scalp, placing the crown on my head. I smile graciously and wave like the queen, He makes me feel like in this little made up world of his.

“You know, Gym Mouse. Has a softer touch and fits better. Don’t ya think, Christian?.” He squints his eyes at me and I my cheeks cramp, Cody’s aura makes me feel alive again.

“You just don’t know how to appreciate anything I give you.” He winks at me before fake pouting all the way back around the desk.

“Thank you, Cody. Your support in my health journey has motivated me to thrive as much as I have.” A soft blush rounds his ears and I break eye contact in fear. I liked thinking the little hints of attraction from him is my delusional mind running on bright colours. It's pathetic to even admit this as an adult, but god was it easier to think of him as my best friend who I just happen to be attracted to.

“Don’t mention it, really. It’s my job.” The atmosphere clicked off and it felt like this entire interaction was mere dreaming.

His job.

He demoted me.

“Yeah. Of course…” I drag on and his eyes are a dull blue as he watches me under his steel gaze. Fetching my keys I hold the baby pink fob up to the scanner finally. The small glass gate pops open towards me and I give Cody one last glance before heading in.

It’s confusing to see longing swirling inside.

“Enjoy your session.” Garrett, the actual receptionist stationed at the front pipes up. A million watt smile desperately plastered, giving an aura of overkill niceties.

“I will.” I say flatly into the blue eyes of the white wolf.

Her expressionless eyes send an arrowhead into my heart, leaving a hole in its wake. I trail her figure until she heads for the women’s only section tucked in the back of the building.

“You’re fucked.” Garrett spit into my ear, watching her hips sway out of view.

“Did you not see the fucking fear in her eyes when she was thanking me?” I seeth out, not fond of hom taunting me with her again.

“Oh I’m pretty sure the rover from mars saw it. She’s afraid of how you make her feel, I’ve never physically seen a woman pine for a man before, but the way she looks at you? It’s genuine.” Garrett crosses his arms over his chest and pops one of those disgusting protein chips in his mouth.

I sighed loudly, throwing my head back in frustration , “she’s not ready.” I speak to myself.

“No one is ever ready for anything even if you had a bulletproof vest strap to your chest you still wouldn't be ready for it.Not that you need it or anything.” He chuckles to himself lightly, taking in the gains I’ve build form the ground up.

“You’re kinda wise when you’re not being a complete asshole.” I scoff at him trying to contain any composure I had left. A little disappointed I didn’t think of it before, how could I? when my heart hammered inside my chest at the sound of her voice.

The image of her on the first day is imprinted in my brain. She's an anxious mess, but she stayed with me the entire time during the tour and equipment tutorials, she was quiet as she trailed me and I couldn't help but feel a little protective over her. It gave me a sense of purpose and she couldn't pry it out of my grasp if she tried, but knowing me I’d let it slip and let her have it.

At the end of it all I asked what brought her in and her eyes lit up and I wanted to save it at all costs.

“I’m just looking to improve my health and tone up my muscles a little. Nothing too majorly restricting.” The small glint in her eyes gave away the fact she did her research and knew exactly what she wanted to do. Fuck I admired that shit.

Pulling into my apartment parking lot I notice a familiar vehicle parked on the side. The engine and lights are off, the driver is long gone and I finger the roof of mine so aggressively, I feel like I pulled a wrist vein, or something of that sort.

Cody is here and he’s waiting for me, we’ve hung out outside of the gym, but only at public places. It wasn’t anywhere private like mine or his, was there a purpose for that? Cody always invited me out and I’ve done the same. The realization digs into me and I have the urge to throw up.

We were hiding in plane fucking sight.

It builds up, and I struggle to open the door of my own car. The seat belt is restraining me inside, I manage to click myself out before heaving the contents over the cement.

“Fuck, that’s disgusting.” I mumble, staring at the contents on the front tire of my car. Cringing, I manage to bring myself to my knees.

Feeling a pull I glance in that direction and Cody stands there and embarrassment engulfs me and I have the frantic urge to get in my vehicle and disappear until I have no idea who I am.

He’s silent as he stares at me slowly making his way for me and I’m too weak to flee from him.

I’ve never seen him so vulnerable before, Cody had a bright and positive aura about him and maybe that’s what cured my mentality.

He’s quiet as he rests himself next to me against the hood of my car, never glancing at the vomit on the ground. No cringe and not a hint of disgust at the slime on my shoes.

His palm is warm crawling across my thigh and captures fingertips with such tenderness. He brings my hand into his lap and covers my hand entirely with both hands, holding mine hostage. It lit a flame inside, warming my soul for the rest of the universe.

“You know I…” Cody starts and trails off slowly, my heart tingles at I’m eager to here what he has to say, because this entire day let up to now, here, with him.

“You’re an amazing fucking Human being.” He clenches my fingers tighter and I can hear the aggressive rhythm of his heart faintly in his chest.

He’s for real.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I say with a teasing smirk, gleaming on my lips. Cody rolls his eyes into the back of his head dramatically and I shake my head playful in return.

[dangraccoon]

Jari'eyc - Chapter 4

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Word Count: 2136

Warnings: References to TCW Citadel Arc and Clone Conspiracy Arc, Domino Twin Reunion, Masking/Ignoring Emotions, Grief, Crosshair needs a hug

Mando'a Translation: uja - honey/sugar Eyay'ika - Little Echo vod - brother

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“How’s he doing?” Hunter asked when Crosshair had returned to the cockpit. 

“Confused and upset,” he sighed. “So pretty much back to normal. Omega hasn’t left his side in hours.”

“Figured she wouldn’t,” Hunter nodded. “Probably scared her.”

“She was just getting used to his nightmares, too. This might set that back a bit.”

Hunter nodded a little again, hands tapping at his legs. 

“Let’s go,” Crosshair said a few moments later. 

“Go?”

“Find them.”

-

Raze and Fives had been holding each other closely on the floor, taking deep breaths together. Echo was alive. 

Both heads snapped towards the door as a knock startled them. They exchanged a glance, retrieving their masks before stepping towards the door. 

“Who is it?” Fives called, voice altered by his mask. 

“Hunter and Crosshair,” the sergeant answered. “We just want some answers.”

Fives looked at Raze. He could practically feel her anxiety, but she nodded anyway. 

Taking a deep breath, Fives hit the button to open the door. 

“Thanks,” Hunter said, stepping into the room. 

“How did you find us?” Raze asked, brow furrowed. 

“Enhanced senses,” he shrugged. “Just tracked you here.”

“Not that hard when he knows the exact scent a reg gives off,” Crosshair added, eyeing Forn. 

Raze’s eyes widened as she watched her companion remove his mask. 

Fives stood, seemingly unaffected by the intense scrutiny the other clones put him under. 

“‘Fives’, right?” Hunter asked. 

“Yeah,” he said.

“Echo said you were dead.”

“Probably what Rex told him.”

Hunter’s eyes narrowed at the other clone, but Crosshair turned and started to examine Raze, who shifted uncomfortably in his gaze. “Why would Rex lie?” 

“He told what he thought was the truth,” Raze answered. 

“So why does Rex think he’s dead?” Crosshair drawled, stepping slightly closer to her. 

A firm hand landed on his shoulder. 

“Best you back up,” Fives growled. 

“Relax,” Crosshair smirked, his attention still focused on the woman in front of him. “I’m practically harmless.”

“I think everyone just needs to take a breath,” Hunter voiced. Without turning around, Crosshair knew he was the subject of his signature “Command Glare” - something his brother had picked up from Cody over the years. 

Crosshair pulled away from Fives and Raze, skulking back towards Hunter. 

“Look, we’ll get out of your hair,” Hunter said with a sigh. “But Echo’s a smart man. He’ll start to figure this all out soon, if he hasn’t already.”

Fives and Raze exchanged a glance and Hunter’s eyes flitted between them. They almost seemed to have an entire conversation through their eyes. 

Fives sighed. “Have him meet me here when he’s ready.”

Hunter nodded once, and he and Crosshair left the tiny apartment.

“So who is she?” Crosshair drawled, slipping a toothpick between his lips.

Hunter glanced at his brother. “How should I know?” he shrugged.

Crosshair shrugged as well as they made their way back to the ship through the streets of Ord Mantell.

–

Fives sat on the sofa, hands twitching nervously. His brother would be there soon. “So much for hiding my identity, huh?” he muttered, huffing out an awkward laugh.

“I should go,” Raze said quickly, her eyes focused on the window. 

Fives’ eyes shot up to her. “What? Why?”

She shifted her weight between her feet. “This is already going to be a lot, you know? I don’t want to overwhelm him.”

He closed the distance between them, taking her hands in his. “Uja, I think he’d want-”

“Stop. After everything you two have gone through without each other, you deserve a moment for yourselves. I don’t think- I’m not ready to-”

A knock at the door startled them both. She pulled her hands from his as he stared at the door. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. His brother was on the other side of that door. After all these years, not only was his twin alive, but he was here. He wasn’t the final domino after all. Another knock brought his attention back.

“Uja-” he started, but when he looked back towards her, she was nowhere to be seen. A small breeze flowed through the window. He sighed, walking to the door, trying to shake the nerves off. 

The door slid open and the twins' eyes met. 

“Echo,” Fives breathed. 

Neither knew who moved first, but a few seconds later they wrapped each other in a tight embrace. 

“I thought you were dead,” they both cried at the same time, sending each other into a fit of laughter. 

Echo could feel his eyes stinging with tears. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he sobbed. “I thought I’d lost you, too.”

Fives sniffled a little. “I’m here, Eyay’ika.”

Echo pulled away and the pair moved to sit at the small kitchen table. 

Fives stared at his brother in disbelief. “How did- what happened?”

“The Techno Union found me, and brought me back… sort of,” Echo winced. “Tambor was… using my knowledge of the Republic, all the battle plans Rex and I made. He sold the information to the separatists, and kept my body to experiment on.”

“Echo,” Fives whispered. “I’m s-”

“It’s alright,” he said quickly. “Rex figured it out. He convinced Skywalker, and Cody brought the Batch; they found me and got me out of there.”

Fives was quiet for a long moment. “I should’ve been there,” he scowled. 

“You were dead,” Echo argued. 

“But I should’ve-”

Echo stopped him, gripping his wrist. “You couldn’t have known, vod.”

Fives sighed. 

Echo’s eyes narrowed at him. “But what about you? You got shot by Fox right in front of Rex-”

“We’ve all gotten shot,” Fives argued. 

“Fives,” Echo said, his tone filled with an old familiar exasperation Fives hadn’t heard in years. He couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face. 

“We had to fake it,” he said after a moment. “Fox was in on it. I- I wasn’t safe.”

Echo felt a pang in his chest. They were created to be soldiers - to risk their lives in service of the Republic; they’d rarely ever been truly safe. But his brother- his twin- had been alone in this. He listened sorrowfully as Fives recounted the days leading up to his “death”.

“We knew Palpatine would be after me, but when it became clear that Skywalker wasn’t hearing me, we had to end it and find another way.”

“But how did Fox know not to kill you? Why did Rex and Skywalker think you were dead? Couldn’t they tell you weren’t?”

Fives chuckled. “It’s a long story.”

“But-”

“Later.” He placed his hand on Echo’s shoulder. “We’ve got time, brother.”

-

With Hunter and Tech in a deep, hushed conversation, and Wrecker and Omega playing just outside the ship, Crosshair found himself alone. 

That seemed to be a rarity these days. Despite how he was told he often came off, Crosshair hated being alone; it reminded him too much of his training. 

He wandered aimlessly around the ship, avoiding the cockpit, trying to find a place to simply be.

The bunks didn’t feel right; he wasn’t tired. He didn’t have use for the tiny kitchen or the cargo bay. 

Then his eyes fell on that door. The one he was sure hadn’t been opened in months. 

He pressed the button, the doors sliding open effortlessly. Another and the lights came on. 

Everything was mostly how J– she left it. Her bunk was neatly made, her small footlocker tucked underneath. Her datapad sat untouched atop the scratchy GAR issue blanket she always hated. 

He took a deep breath, releasing it in a slow and shaky exhale as he knelt next to the bunk. It still smelled like J– her; the subtle hints of wildflowers drawing stinging tears to his eyes. 

He let them shut, scowling slightly as he kept trying to just breathe, but the mask had started to slip. 

She betrayed him- his family. She repeatedly tried to kill them. How was he still in love with her? How could he know that he would still follow her to the ends of the galaxy? Suddenly, he was standing in front of the cabinet where she kept her personal supplies. His hand hovered over the button to release the latch, his palm sweaty and fingers shaking. Another deep breath and he pressed it. 

It looked like a mess, but he knew better. “It’s organized chaos,” she’d told him. “I know where everything is.”

His eyes landed on a particular container, her handwriting sprawled across the label, first in Qoljaki, then in a messy, nearly unreadable aurebesh. He smiled. He’d been able to pick his name out from his brothers’ even before she’d relabeled the containers. She’d given him such a surprised look when he’d said he figured it out. 

“It’s the longest,” he shrugged, pulling a laugh from her. 

He missed that laugh. She told him once that she hated her laugh. 

“It’s too loud and sharp,” she’d said, resting her back against his legs as he braided her hair. “I sound deranged.”

They’d argued about it for a while, the discussion ending with a few activities that caused her to need her hair rebraided. 

He looked in the cabinet a little more, vaguely recognizing some of the others’ names. But then he saw his own again, scrawled across a folded piece of flimsi, tucked at the back of the cabinet. His heart was pounding in his ears as picked up the note, gingerly unfolding it as though it’d disintegrate in his hands. 

Opening it, he discovered that it was written in Qoljaki. He could only read his own name written at the top and J– her name at the bottom. He fidgeted a little. He wanted- no, he needed to read this letter. What if it explained everything? 

He tried to think through his options. He could give it to Tech to translate. But what if there was something … intimate in the contents? He knew how his twin felt about her. No, he couldn’t risk that. 

Echo? That was a tempting idea, but he had a lot on his plate right now, finding out his twin was actually alive. That, and he wasn’t sure he could handle the sassiness he knew the ARC would give him. 

Hunter couldn’t be an option; he had been the angriest among them after their most recent escape from Kamino. 

Wrecker would probably feel just as lost as he did. 

Crosshair sighed, walking back to her bunk and plopping down onto it, her datapad just next to him. He looked at the object. He knew she’d used it for everything, often citing that if she didn’t write down the little details of things, she’d likely forget them. 

He picked it up, tapping the screen gently. It was dead, of course - it’d been months since it was last charged. He scanned the room, spotting her charging cord at the end of the bed. He plugged it in and waited. It would probably take a while, but maybe it could give him the answers he so desperately needed. He leaned against the wall, letting himself be fully enveloped in his memories and the smell of her perfume. 

“Crosshair?” Omega’s gentle voice called from the doorway. When had she gotten there?

“Yeah, ‘Meg?”

“Are you okay?”

He glanced at her, peeking through one eye. “‘Course I am,” he answered cooly, thankful he’d been able to keep his voice steady despite feeling like he was on the verge of a breakdown. 

“You’re crying,” she pointed out, eyeing him skeptically.

Crosshair lifted a hand to his cheek, honestly surprised to find it damp. 

“What is that?” She asked, pointing to the flimsi letter in his hand as she came to sit next to him.  

“A note from-” he hesitated. “From a friend.”

Omega nodded once, her curious eyes falling away from him. “Is it from Jaine?”

He sighed. She was far too insightful. “Yes.”

“And that’s the reason you’re crying?”

“Part of it,” he hummed. 

“What’s the other part?”

Another deep breath. “I can’t read it.”

Omega looked at him curiously, then down at his hand and he held the note out to her. 

“It looks like a bunch of scribbles,” she noted. 

“It’s a different language,” he explained. “Jaine grew up on a planet called Qoljak, and this is how they wrote.” He pointed to the looping print at the top of the page. “That’s my name, there.”

Omega’s brow furrowed. “Why would she write you a letter you can’t read?”

Crosshair sighed, letting his eyes fall shut. “I don’t know.”

Omega’s hand lifted to her mouth as her brow furrowed. Just like Hunter, he thought. “Maybe Tech can translate it.”

“Maybe,” he agreed. “But it’s a dead language. And she never got the chance to teach it to him.”

“We won’t know until we try.”

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[ellietidkleblogyay]

cody doesn't like back talk.

WARNING - this is a tickle fic. Don't read unless

u REALLYYY like this stuff.

This can be portrayed as platonic or romantic. idm.

Noah makes a mean comment. Cody doesn't like it.

☆★☆★

It was after a challenge, and the screaming gophers won. They decided to celebrate! But, what should they do?

"We should have a MASSIVE buffet! To celebrate! Chef & Chris definitely have some good food to themselves!"

Owen protested.

"That seems a bit too much.. I think we should maybe just play a board game.. It sounds a lot more.. do-able."

Gwen then suggested, her hand rubbing the back of her head in an up and down motion. They all cheered in agreement, even Owen. Noah just shrugged and carried on reading his book. It looked like his eyes were glued to the pages.

"Jeez! Are you stuck to that thing or something?!"

Cody commented to the taller, darker haired boy in front of him. This comment was harmless. Well, Noah didn't think so. He took it as a challenge.

"Stuck to it? Really? That's a good one. Maybe you'll even get a girl with that."

Noah remarked, snickering a bit.

Cody, of course, took this as offensive.

"Are you trying to make fun of me?!"

The shorter protests.

"...Maybe."

He cracks a tiny smile before laughing a bit.

"Oh, you'll be laughing even more when the others aren't around."

Cody quietly says to himself.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

"Should we go to the cabins to find a board game?" Gwen asks, followed by agreements and chattering.However, two of the screaming gophers didn't go. Noah & Cody.

"Do you mind?"

Noah sarcastically semi-yells. He blows a strand of hair out of his face.

"Yes, I do. I happen to be staying here with you. I'm not going with them."

Noah sighs.

"Just go and pick a shitty board game. Go. away."

Cody just plops right next to Noah.

"Fine. you can stay. Just don't bother me."

Cody's plan will go perfectly.

"Do you know what happens to people that give me; the epic, very hot, Codemeister, back talk?"

"You're not hot. Nor epic."

Moments later, Cody scoots closer to Noah and places a hand on his side, his fingers poking up.

"Don't even fucking try."

Noah side eyes Cody, Sighing.

"Whyy?"

Noah ignores Cody.

"Hey! Heyy! Don't you dare ignore me, young man."

"I am taller than you."

"Well, that just makes it easier."

"Easier to what..?".

His plan worked!

Suddenly, Cody grabs Noah's waits and starts scribbling his hands across them like an idiot.

"This!"

Noah's usual snarky & emotionless personality swapped. he started giggling his ass off.

"PFFT! AHA! CODY! WHAT THE FUHUHCK ARE YOU DOIHING?"

"Teaching you a lesson."

"THIHIS IS NOT AHAHH PROPEHER LESSON!"

"Oh yes, it is! Stop being such a big baby, and apologise."

"AHAHA... I DO NOT NEED TO APOLOGISEEE!"

"More back talk, huh? I guess this earns you more."

He moves up to the underneath of his arms.

"FIHIHNE! I-I'LL AHAPOLOGISEHE! THEN YOU'RE RETURNING THE FAHAVOUR!"

"Hm. I don't feel like stopping."

After about 2 minutes of this, Cody finally lets Noah out of his "prison."

"Aha.. fuhucker... You're so getting it next time."

"In your dreams!"

"P..eople say.. to follow your dreams, Cohody!"

"Fuck you!"

The others come back.

"Why weren't you two with us?"

Gwen asked.

"R..aha.. Reading.."

Noah still felt the ticklish sensation on his body.

"Just didn't want to go."

"Alright.. Who wants to play Twister?"

Multiple "YESS!"'ses and 'WOO!"'s were heard. Noah whispers to cody..

"You're taking that fact about me to the GRAVE."

"Whatever you say!"

At least Cody knows how to cheer Noah up.

[whostheweakersexnow]

THEIR SISTERS' FAULT

"How'd I get myself into this?" Patrick asked his reflection. He quickly looked away, unnerved by his reflection wearing nothing but a pair of his sister's tights. He hadn't really gotten himself into it, but he knew how he had ended up wearing his sister's tights, her leotard and tutu waiting on his bed.

It had all been their sisters' fault. Three boys right around the same age, each with a sister who was also about the same age as the other girls. That was the sort of thing that meant you saw a lot of each other. Both trios were close-knit friends, always coming up with activities. About a week or two ago, the girls had had the idea of a photoshoot in their brothers' football gear - pads, jerseys, helmets, and all. That in and of itself was harmless. It was going to be part of some community newsletter or something. But then, Patrick's sister had asked a question at the dinner table.

"What are you three gonna do?"

"Huh?"

"Well, me and Stacy and Claire did those photos. What are you boys gonna do?"

"I dunno." He poked at his casserole.

"Maybe you can dress up in our stuff."

"Oh, yeah. Totally." Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he snorted and Mom laughed. That could have been the end of it, but Mom was so amused, she mentioned it to the other moms and the ball started rolling. Somewhere along the way, it changed from a joke to a serious consideration. And now, Patrick thought. Now I'm putting on Sara's ballet stuff for photos.

"Almost ready?" Patrick glared as Mom covered her mouth a moment too late to hide her laughter.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." He muttered.

"Well, the car's in the garage, so no one will even see." Mom said. He looked visibly relieved. "Let's get going. We need to pick up Cody and Ricky."

"Oh. Forgot we were all riding together." Patrick took a fortifying breath before following his mom, tutu bouncing as if to remind him he was wearing Sara's ballet things.

"Do you need help?" Mom asked he fought his way into the backseat and then discovered the trial of trying to buckle a seatbelt with a tutu in the way.

"I" he grunted. "I think I got it." Mom looked over her shoulder, just to make sure he really had buckled up.

"First stop, Cody!"

Cody all but booked it for the car the second they stopped. Under different circumstances, Patrick would have locked the door and laughed at him tugging on the door handle. Instead, he simply slid over and let one of his two best friends join him in the backseat.

"This is awful." Cody mumbled.

"Yeah."

"You don't get it." Cody whispered. "Claire's stuff" he shuddered. "It was too small, so Mom took me shopping this morning for my own leotard. My own tutu!" Patrick stared at his friend sympathetically. "The saleslady probably thinks I want to be a sissy ballerina or something."

"It's just a quick photo." Patrick said reassuringly. "Right, mom?"

"Of course." She smiled. "You two look great." She could tell by their faces that was the worst thing she could have said. Well, they'd come around.

Things only grew worse once Ricky joined them. They had often sat in the backseat, but this was the first time they had had to contend with tutus and their tights-clad legs brushing against each other. They were a trio of squirming ballerinas all the way to the dance studio. Patrick's mom knew there would be plenty of photos, but she still wished she could sneak a few of the three of them squirming and wiggling with their tutus in each other's faces. Every now and again, they would figure out there was no way to keep their tutus under control, so they would stop wiggling, only to start again. They were so distracted, none of them noticed the ballet studio passing by three times as Patrick's mom did a few laps, just to prolong their struggle.

"Alright! Ballerinas out!" She said, finally pulling into the parking lot. She covered her mouth as they spilled out and charged toward the door, held open by Cody's mom.

"I like that hustle!" She said as they speed past her, three pink blurs. "We've only got a bit before there's a class in here, so let's get right to work." The boys all felt quite relieved. "Now, let's have you three join hands and jump in a circle."

"What?"

"Your sisters had to do a little warming up to get used to your football pads. This is just like that." The boys were skeptical, but even more determined to get this over with. They joined hands to form a ring and began to jump up and down. After that, it was another round of shaking out their tutus before they had to join hands in a line and skip back and forth across the entire length of the studio.

"Aren't we done, mom?" Ricky called.

"Yep. Just skip back over here !".

"This is a nightmare." Patrick muttered through clenched teeth.

"Hold it just like that." All three moms' phones clicked far more times than the boys had expected. Just how many photos had they taken?

"Perfect!" The boys relaxed. Done. Finally done. The sound of the studio doors opening caused them to jump and they began to panic as they heard the unmistakable sound of girls' voices.

"What is that?" Patrick stammered. Their moms looked at them knowingly.

"Oh, I guess we got a little carried away." Cody's mom said. The boys watched as a dozen girls, dressed just like them, filtered into the room.

"Don't worry." Ricky's mom said. "We cleared it with the teacher. You three are going to attend this class."

"What?" The boys tried to plead with their moms and their friends' moms, but the women would not budge.

"You're dressed for it and this way, we can get some more photos after of you three as official ballerinas."

[delkios]

[fic][Star Wars, Cody, Obi-Wan, Delta Squad, G] Kicking It

Been back in clone commando hell for the last couple weeks and a couple videos I'd been watching reminded me that, in Legends-era at least, a lot of the Mandalorian words and customs that spread through the regular troopers were mainly from commandos and ARCs and my mind kind of went on a tangent from there.

I guess clones play hacky sack now.

Title: Kicking It Fandom: Star Wars: Clone Wars/Republic Commando Rating: G Word Count: 1217 Characters: Cody, Obi-Wan, Delta Squad, various minor appearances Summary: In which clones play a game except for when it's not a game.

Cody watched for a good five minutes before he was compelled to step in.  Not because anyone was doing anything wrong, merely to sate the questions that had been burning in brain since he stepped into the hangar.  “What are you doing?”

“Oh, Commander!”  Waxer said, eyes and majority of his attention still on whatever game he and several other troopers were engaged in.  “Have we gotten orders?”

“No.  Carry on with… whatever you’re doing.”  Cody paused for effect.  “What are you doing?”

“It’s a game, sir.”

“I can see that.”  A game which had caught on quickly if the other half dozen roughly formed circles of jeering clones was to be considered.  “What game is it?”

“Don’t know what it’s called, sir.  Saw one of the commando squads doing it and picked it up from them.  Far as I know-” Waxer cut himself off as the fist-sized ‘ball’, as far as Cody could tell, came his way.  He gave a little sideways hop, letting it hit his chest, then, as the ball bounced off, kicked at it with the side of his boot, sending it back across the circle.  “The only rules are if you let it drop, you’re out and you can use anything but your hands.”

Commandos, huh?  That made sense.  Whenever a new trend went through the troops, it tended to be started by either commandos or Jedi and Jedi trends were generally less… raucous.

“Heads up, Commander!”

Cody jolted, instinctively catching the ball the came arcing his way.  The clones around him booed and laughed in turn.  “C’mon, sir!  You can do better than that!”

The ball was mostly spherical, a hole on one side and slightly flattened on another.  It like very much like the ball part of a ball-and-socket joint.  “Did you take this from recycling?”  Cody asked.

“We asked first.”  Cody magnanimous ignored the sotto, “Mostly,” that followed.

All in all the game seemed harmless enough and was a far less destructive way to let out energy than the last game some commandos had spread around.  He tossed the ball to Waxer and stepped fully into the ring of other clones.  “Alright, lads.  Show me how it’s done.”

---

The game had seemed harmless enough at the time and it spread like wildfire through the troops.  With their frequent collaborations, the 212th passed it along to the 501st where it eventually got to the 104th who quickly came to realize that it probably wasn’t a simple game as had been originally thought.

Wolffe and his pack had been pinned down by droids with no Master Plo Koon or back-up available and their resources quickly dwindling.  A commando droid, safely from behind its shield, hurled a thermal detonator at the clones.

“Grenade!”  There was no room for them to escape the blast radius but they flattened themselves against the wall by instinct-

Except for Sinker who had stepped out of cover, caught the det neatly in the cradle of his ankle and foot and flung it back with a sharp kick.  There was a mechanical ‘uh-oh’ and an explosion.  The clones all looked to Sinker who stood apparently shocked by his own actions.  Then Wolffe yelled for a charge and, finally, they were on the offensive.

That news made its way back to Obi-wan- and Cody, by extension -in short order.  “Apparently it was from a game they picked up from us,” Anikin said over the holo, “and Rex said we picked it up from you.”

“Commander?”  Obi-wan asked.  “I recall seeing you joining in a time or two.”

“Yessir.  Waxer said it was from a commando squad.”

“I believe Delta was the last squad we transported?”

“Affirmative, sir.”

“Good.  I do believe we’re supposed to be picking them up from their last mission.  I’m curious to hear what they have to say about it.”

---

“I see.  Excellent work as always, Sergeant,” Obi-wan said, handing the datapad of recently acquired Separatist codes to Cody.

Boss, as crisp and professional as ever even with fresh blaster marks on his armor, said, “Thank you, sir.  Will that be all, General?”

“There is a question I had for you and your men.”  He waved a hand toward them, leaning against the edge of a table himself.  “Please, be at ease.  It isn’t about anything official.”

Boss and Fixer remained in perfect position.  Sev and Scorch exchanged glances.  “Of course, sir.  What about?”

“I understand you’ve started a trend among my men.  A game?”

Boss tilted his head.  “A game, sir?”

“Where you kick a ball to each other?”

“Ah, yes.  I suppose it could be considered a game, technically it’s for training.  I’m afraid Forty here is to blame for that.”

Fixer turned his head just enough to give a very good impression as to what he thought for being ‘blamed’.  Obi-wan turned to the commando in question and asked, “How exactly did you come up with this, ah, training exercise?”

“No- don’t ask Fixer to tell a story!”  Scorch said, not quite loud enough to be interjecting.

“We were engaged in a firefight with Trandoshans.  One threw a grenade into our position.  Oh-seven tried to kick it back and ended up hitting Six-two in the back of the head instead.”

“Ugh,” Scorch rolled his helmet to the ceiling.  “Fixer is so bad at stories.  He tells ‘em like he’s debriefing.”

“It was pure luck the explosion didn’t take off Six-two’s head,” Fixer added, his voice a shade or two icier.

“Not like there’s anything useful in it,” Sev said.

“No bullying in front of officers, Deltas,” Boss reminded them flatly.  Sev grumbled.

“So it is a counter for grenades?”  The commandos’ helmets moved in a way Obi-wan had come to know as ‘curious surprise’.  Even if they had different training and trainers than the troopers, much of their body language was still the same.  “A trooper in the 104th had kicked back a grenade and claimed it was an instinctual reaction after playing this game.  I was merely curious if that had been the intent behind it or not.”

“The 104th, sir?”  Asked Boss, audibly confused.  “I don’t believe we’ve ever been in contact with them.”

“This game has become quite popular among the troops.  They’ve been sharing it with their friends in other divisions.”

“Well, whaddya know, Fis’ika- you’re a trendsetter!”

“Good job giving away our trade secrets.”

Fixer just silently withstood Scorch and Sev’s commentary with his usual long-suffering grace.  Obi-wan only mildly tried to hide amused smile.  “Thank you for indulging my curiosity, Delta squad.  Please, rest up.  You’ve more than earned it.”

With a sharp nod, Boss turned and strode out, his squad falling in behind him.  As the door closed behind the commandos, Cody stepped up to Obi-wan and asked dryly, “Should I add this game as part of training, General?”

“Absolutely not.  The moment you do, half of them won’t be able to see it as anything but.  Do keep an eye on what commandos get up to in the future, however.  Sometimes they can get a little too… creative.”  Which, Cody had long since learned, was Obi-wan-speak for ‘destructive’.

Cody huffed in acknowledgment, grateful for the lack of broken noses this time around.  “At least it’s not get’shuk.”

[agoddamn]

>it’s another Jar-Jar ep

“Let me go in alone!” literally why

>it’s a Jar-Jar ep AND a shenanigans ep

This one dude is the coolest Gungan ever and he’s already dead; being interesting truly is the kiss of death in this show

>Grievous got bodied by Gungans

...Wow, Palpatine really got a huge-ass hooked nose all of a sudden. I mean, Dooku’s nose looks a lot more exaggerated too, but his entire design is based off his super stylized 03CW look; all of his verticals are cranked up to eleven. He looks like Mundi’s long-lost brother. Palps...does not

New lightsaber soundboard?

Ah, so this is That Ep

>not even a second of debate about how shady this is

WHATEVER

So Wolffe has his cyber-eye by now, huh. No canon on how he got it, I assume?

Don’t do this to me

“Great, it’s gonna be another mascot alien planet” Even these guys know they’re in a comic relief ep

Man, the Wolf Pack have incredibly detailed armor decos. Those thin lines? Those sharp details? Plo’s Bros are ‘Eavy Metal-level. Plo must be so good at thinning his paints.

Like, I think I’m supposed to be taking the Wolf Pack as the hardass super manly team because they were hazing 3PO and complaining about cutesy mascot aliens, but that paint job reveals them as incredibly patient and detail-oriented

>the disgust in Wolffe’s face on seeing the hug

>Gods

Oh, this is gonna be another ep where it’s like “did you see Star Wars? It’s like that thing that happened in Star Wars” and be a preenactment of the Ewoks worshipping 3PO

For being two feet tall, these guys sure built some high ceilings

Wolffe is...not a problem-solver lmao he’s a “not-my-fucking-problem”er. Hey, more characterization than Cody gets

>R2 jumps after 3PO

Goddamn, they really are married

I think this is the most I’ve liked a Droid Shenanigans ep, and it’s mostly because of Wolffe and company

Ents woke up

“She”? I swear to god, if I see tree boobs…

The sewer cover looks like it’s patterned after these tree guys

Ah, flower boobs…

I can’t quite tell if she’s supposed to be the same species as the Ents. Those guys were skeletons and she definitely isn’t a skeleton. If she’s supposed to be a different species, the cherry blossom motif is a nice look

River

I feel like this is one of those eps with a shitload of concept art that didn’t get used much. Loads of aliens and ideas here.

>ANOTHER shenanigans ep

This time there’s no Wolffie to save me

Look, Lassie is driving the car...again....

“Hey did you see Star Wars, this is like that thing that happened in Star Wars where the small, harmless-looking alien traps and ties up the MCs”

Do they know that I’ve seen Star Wars? Sometimes I think they don’t know I’ve seen Star Wars

>sexy Barbie aliens

Wow, you really can get away with gore when it’s not red

Why does this feel so much like watching reboot Voltron

So we started with the Lollipop Guild, and now we’ve found Oz the Great and Powerful…

Much-reduced Wolffe content makes this a lot more boring than the last one

What do these guys run on, fucking iPhone batteries?

>Battlebots

*checks my watch*

[lilixloveswriting]

Prompt: Dragged Away

Summary: In which a trip to a haunted house goes very, very wrong.

Characters: Drabble revolves around Rogue/Anne Marie and Peter Maximoff makes an appearance. The following characters are mentioned - Kurt Wagner, Kitty Pryde, Scott Summers, Lance Alvers, Jean Grey, Cody Robbins

TW: swearing, angst, noncon touching, mutant slurs

Also, Rogue has a southern accent, because we stan X-Men Evolution in this house

“Oh, no. Oh, man.” Rogue whipped around, desperately trying to see despite it being pitch black.

She knew this was a stupid idea. She had let Kitty drag her into a haunted house that had just opened up in town. The only reason Rogue even agreed was that the others were supposed to be going and the actors supposedly weren’t allowed to touch her. Well, Kurt and Leanne decided to be lame and stay in, and Jean and Scott chose to go to the bonfire some of the kids at the school were throwing. Peter came, but the bitch ran ahead of them and had probably already gone through a total of eight times. 

As for the actors, that was a fucking lie. Three minutes in, Rogue was yanked from behind and thrown into the dark room that she was in now. She had no idea who grabbed her, but she had a feeling that this was not part of the haunted house.

Menacing laughter echoed through the room and Rogue wrapped herself in a hug.

“What the fuck is this?”

“Who’s there?” She snapped, trying to sound intimidating even though she was scared out of her mind. A haunted house was a perfect place to murder someone and a not so perfect place to get murdered.

Rogue gasped as she felt someone brush past her and she stumbled to the side. Soon, she was being brushed up against all over and she raised her hands to cover her head.

“Stop it!” She cried, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Mutie-trash.” The voices whispered, and Rogue gasped a little, opening her eyes again.

“W-what?” She breathed, and they mocked her again, laughing and whispering degrading names. “Oh, so that’s what this is?” Rogue scoffed, regaining her lost confidence. “You’re just pokin’ fun, huh? Well, I’ve got news for you! It ain’t funny!”

Dark laughter emerged from the shadows, surrounding Rogue in a circle of mockery. 

“Here, mutie, mutie, mutie.” Another voice whispered, sending chills down Rogue’s spine. 

It was disgusting that people would go to these lengths to terrorize mutants. How did they even know about Rogue? Her mutation wasn’t as obvious as Kurt’s, or even Scott’s. 

And that word: mutie. It made her sick, brought back too many bad memories. Every time she heard it, their terrified faces flashed back in her mind.

“You killed him!” They screamed, backing away in horror as they watched the boy seize on the ground until he suddenly went fatally limp. 

She didn’t mean to kill him. It was just a kiss. It was supposed to be harmless, it was supposed to be fun.

Rogue was shaking, her lungs gasping for air. She couldn’t have a panic attack, not here. Get it together…

“You’re a monster!”

“Murderer!”

At that moment, she didn’t know what she was. All she knew was that her crush, Cody Robbins, was lying lifeless on the floor, and she had all these memories that weren’t hers.

Rogue snapped out of her subconsciousness when she was knocked to the floor, grunting as she hit the ground. The next thing she felt was something on her head, then pain. She screamed as she was dragged across the cold ground by her hair. She kicked and swung her arms above her head, struggling with all her might to get free. The person dropped her and she scrambled to stand, but only made it to her hands and knees before a blunt kick in the gut knocked her back down.

“Grab her.”

Rogue coughed and looked up to see two figures with masks rapidly approaching her. She barely had time to yell for help before she felt hands wrap around her arms and force her onto her back. Before she knew it, her ankles were grabbed as well, and she was completely pinned to the floor.

“Ah!” She screamed and thrashed, wishing she had more strength. “Let me go! Let go of me!”

The voices laughed and she felt fingers playing at the hem of her shirt.

“No!” Rogue cried, her voice hoarse from the constant shrieking. “No! Don’t touch me! Don’t- AGH!” She threw her head back against the ground, back arching as images invaded her brain. Moving pictures of people she didn’t recognize, birthdays she didn’t remember, places she’d never been to.

“T-Terry?” The hands around her wrists and ankles her loosened their grip and Rogue yanked her arms up. She stumbled to regain her footing, but once she had, she ran. She knew exactly which way to go, despite having no idea where she was or how she had gotten there. It was dark, but her feet stopped and pivoted in all the right directions, and they didn’t stop running until she slammed into a silver-haired boy.

Rogue shrieked and stumbled backward, bringing her hands up to her head. “No! Don’t!”

“Woah, hey. Looks like the haunted house worked on someone.”

Rogue opened her eyes slightly and was relieved to see a familiar face.

“Peter!” She cried, so, so thankful that he was there. “We have to go!”

“What? But, wait, where’s Kitty?”

“I-I don’t know! I don’t know, but we can get her later! I’m sorry, I have to go! I did something...I did something bad! We have to leave, agh!” She moaned in pain, clutching the side of her head. “She’s...ugh, she’s got...Lance. Please, Peter. I-I need to go home.” She hiccuped and wiped away the hot tears streaming down her face.

“Hey, okay. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Peter reached out to her arms and Rogue flinched, nearly tripping over her own feet. “I’ll take you home, okay? You’re gonna be fine.” Peter approached her slowly, something he rarely did, and tentatively wrapped Rogue up in his arms.

She relaxed a bit, feeling safer than she had since they had entered the haunted house. She pulled her sleeves down and shut her eyes as Peter placed his hand at the back of her neck and head. She didn’t mind, as her neck was covered up, but whiplash was the furthest thing from her mind at that moment.

[flowerslightning]

People in Twitter, they really are getting out of control huh?

My latest twitter acc is completely harmless.. Its not an active twitter like the one I used to have, and i only have 15 followers in this new twitter acc (not exactly new, have been using if since early march) 😂 and all of them are my college friends. My acc is totally an ordinary FF7 fan who follows Cody Christian, One piece, Nojima and etc. I use Aerith as my profile pic.

And guess what, I got blocked by those 'hype' CA shippers. My new twitter never even once mentioned about CA, CT or comment on any of their tweets. It surprises me that I still get blocked by them.

I did retweet a few Tifa posts, liked on Aerith's fanart, commented on Cloud's related tweets. But for real, my twitter has nothing to do with the ship war, its a place full of medical stuff, cats, FF7 news and i still get hated 😂

What, are they banning all FF twitter accounts that dont support CA now????

Are they really that desperate to remove the 'toxicity' in this fandom? Do they think by 'blocking' twitter acc like mine can help them to get out from this plushie war?

They dont need to be scared of my twitter though bcause i wont bite them like how they did to other shipping acc.

Im using twitter for fun, not for the war

[thescrewedrooger]

And There She Was - Chapter 56

Later in the night, my friends decide to come over to Rachael and myself.

Cassie asks me “When are you coming over to everyone else and be sociable?”

She grabs my hand and pulls me up and starts pulling me along as she walks. Rachael follows. I socialise with everyone, which I enjoyed. I am still hammered and I’m nowhere near finished drinking, however the JD is starting to run low. My friends decide to take me out night clubbing. The last time I went night clubbing was well before I was pregnant with Jordan. I go along with it. I think Rachael was feeling a little left out. I was just about to ask Rachael if she wanted to come along as well, but Cassie notices as well and she steps in before me.

She asks Rachael “Are you coming as well?”

Rachael smiles “Yeah, sounds great”

We all get to the club. The first thing we do is go to the bar and order drinks. We go onto the dancefloor. We have guys flirting with us. I wasn’t flirting back but they were harmless. I feel someone come up close behind me, their hands start rubbing my torso up and down. I don’t look around, I pull their hands off me. They are back on me again, this time they grab hold of my breasts. Without thinking I quickly turn around grab their shoulders, force them down as I knee them in the stomach. I take a step back. I know who I just kneed in the stomach. Its Seth. He’s doubled over in pain. I almost cry, I feel absolutely terrible.

I tell him as I help him stand upright again “Babe, I’m so sorry”

He doesn’t say a word. He slowly walks off.

I follow him “Babe, please, I didn’t know it was you”

I catch up to him and step in front of him to stop him. I lift his shirt up slightly to see how bad it is. I kneed him as hard as I could, so I know he’s going to be painful for a few days at least. It’s already bruised quite badly. I look up at him. I try to pull him in for a kiss, but he resists.

I say to him “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you, please don’t be angry at me”

He just rolls his eyes.

I tell him “Let’s go home, put some ice on it”

All he does is nod his head slightly.

I quickly go back to my friends to tell them that I will be going home now. They are all laughing hysterically at the situation. I can see why they are laughing, but I wasn’t laughing because he was angry at me. I walk back to Seth, his friends are with him, giving him shit about it.

I ask Seth “Are you ready to go home now?”

He mumbles “Yes”

When we get home, I tell Seth “Go and lay on our bed, I will be up soon”

He walks to our room. I grab an ice pack out of the freezer, wrap it in a cloth and walk in to him. He has already stripped down to his boxers and is laying on his back. I sit on the edge of the bed. I look at the bruise, it has definitely gotten worse. I put the ice pack on his belly, he winces in pain.

I ask him “Are you still angry at me?”

He replies weakly “No, I know you didn’t mean it. It was just embarrassing”

I say “I feel absolutely terrible”

He says “I will be sore, but I will be fine”

I lightly run my fingertips over the bruise. He smiles.

He says “That actually feels really good”

I tell him “I love you”

He says “I love you too, babe”

I lean down and kiss him, the kiss intensifies. He realises where this is going and he breaks the kiss.

“Babe, I can’t do anything, I’m in a lot of pain right now”

I smile “Surely there’s some way”

He replies “I can guarantee it will be the worst sex you have ever had”

I laugh “That painful huh?”

He smiles “Yes it is” then he adds “I am not going to live this down at work, everyone will go out of their way to hit me in the guts”

2 days later, it’s Monday morning, Seth is still in a bit of pain, he is dreading going into work. He is just about to leave, he gives me a kiss.

He groans “I really don’t want to go in”

I laugh “Well don’t, you are the boss”

He says “Very funny, you know it’s not that easy”

I smile “Just get your arse into work”

He sighs “Fine”

He gives me a kiss before he walks out the door. An hour later, I’m at work. Seth has been messaging me with the amount of times he has been hit in the guts. In an hour the count is already up to 5. I can’t help but find it amusing. I don’t reply to the messages, I just keep reading them. At the end of the day, I am home first. Seth walks in about half hour later. He can barely walk.

I smile and ask him “What was the final count”

He snaps “Fucked if I know, I lost count at 22, I can’t even walk without being in pain”

Seth goes straight to the living room and lays on the couch. The boys realise their dad is home.

Jordan yells “Daddy is home”

Once Jordan yells that, he and Tory race and jump on Seth. Cody isn’t far behind. Seth groans loudly in pain “Jesus Christ”

Jordan asks “What’s wrong daddy?”

Seth replies “I’m a bit sore, I will be ok, son”

Seth sits up and brings the boys in for a hug. The boys hug him all at once. He gives them all a kiss on the top of their heads. He says “I think its bed time for you three, go and choose a book each and I will read them to you shortly”

The boys reply in unison “Ok Daddy” they all run off together

Seth slowly gets up, he winces in pain as he does.

He says to me “I shouldn’t have gone in. Those assholes made it so much worse”

I smile and ask him “Are you going into tomorrow?”

He replies “I don’t want to, but I need to go in. They will do it again tomorrow”

I tell him “I don’t have any classes until the afternoon tomorrow. I can make it worthwhile for you if you stay home”

I step in close to him and wrap my arms around his neck, he puts his hands on my hips. I kiss him, I deepen the kiss. He knows what I’m trying to do. He breaks the kiss.

He groans “Babe, please don’t do that to me, you know I am in too much pain to do anything”

I ask him innocently “Do what to you?”

He smiles “You know very well what. I’m going to read the boys their stories now”

He takes my hands from around his neck and walks towards the boys’ rooms. I feel worse than ever about kneeing him, even though it was purely by accident. It wasn’t that bad before he went to work, when he got home he was struggling to walk properly. The bruise is a lot worse too. I really don’t know what to do to make him feel somewhat better.  

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