#quiet love

[thoughts-left-unspoke]

[catboydogma]

stuck in your sun/blinded just a little

codywan week 2024 sol master list (solsterlist)

@codywanweek 2024 day 6 prompts, sol edition: crèche master obi-wan, quiet love, touch starved

notes: title from rollin', rollin', rollin' (b.) by margot & the nuclear so and so's

wc: 1,529

cross-posted to ao3

Obi-Wan was teaching a class in the salles when Cody got in. He was fresh off a debrief with the High Council and Fox, still in his dress greys with his cap tucked under one arm. The halls of the Temple were quiet at this time of day. Most were at midmeal or otherwise engaged. After two years of sporadic berthing at the Temple in between engagements, Cody had gotten used to its rhythms and the ways of its inhabitants—now both troopers and Jedi.

Cody suspected that this particular generation—class—crèche—of Initiates would grow to be right terrors in combat. Fox had told him that Kenobi was wasted at the Temple after catching the tail end of one of his sparring sessions—Cody disagreed. A good trainer made all the difference between life and death. And it was clear that this was where Obi-Wan truly shone. He loved to teach, to heap praise upon the younglings while nipping bad habits in the bud and reinforcing ones that would save their lives years into the future.

“I don’t suppose you would mind assisting in our next demonstration, Commander?” Obi-Wan called across the salle, flicking his hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head. A roguish wink caught Cody nearly tripping over his own boots as he crossed the mats. Little heads bobbed in his direction as the Initiates and young Padawans gave him bows of greeting and Cody nodded back to them in return.

He had to be a familiar sight in the back of Obi-Wan’s classes by now. Cody tried not to linger on that thought as it crossed his mind.

“Midmeal after this on me for your cooperation,” Obi-Wan said. He clasped Cody’s hand in a more familiar greeting. His teeth gleamed against his beard in a quick but fond smile that made Cody’s heart feel like it was rattling in the cage of his ribs.

This was just unfair.

“Bribery of military personnel is a serious offence, Crèche Master.” Cody only just barely caught the corner of his mouth as it tried to twitch upwards.

“Oh, no,” Obi-Wan said with entirely too much severity. Cheeky bastard. “What slanderous accusations against my good name. Bribery? My dear, consider this a token of my… esteem.”

Aha. Right. Cody gave Obi-Wan a wry look at that. He had been holding Obi-Wan’s hand for too long. Maybe. It was hard to say. It would be strange to pull away now. Or it would be strange to linger even further. He settled on a compromise and gave Obi-Wan’s a light squeeze before dropping his hand.

“As promised—” Obi-Wan gave his class an indulgent look and Cody realized just what he had gotten into with a dawning sense of horror. “—we’ll be finishing up this lesson with one on how to block an opponent going for a grapple, especially one focused on disarming you.”

Obi-Wan liked to keep his terrors in line by promising little extracurricular treats at the ends of his lessons, contingent on “reasonable behaviour” and timeliness. Hand-to-hand was popular but so were a variety of other random but entertaining lessons—knitting, fleecing a table in Sabacc, parlor tricks with cards and dice, making the perfect batch of tiny papple tarts.

“Just a basic disarm will do,” Obi-Wan said to him, voice quieter now that he wasn’t projecting it across the room. “We’ll show them a successful one, and then I’ll counter you on the second try, if that’s alright by you.”

“It’s a sound plan.” Cody nodded and took a ready position: shoulders angled towards Obi-Wan, hands loosely curled into fists guarding his face and the sides of his head, feet planted wide.

Obi-Wan sank into the basic ready stance for Soresu with one open palm extended towards Cody. His lightsaber hilt gleamed in his other hand, turned off for the time being. “In your own time, darling.”

Just a quick grapple with the most handsome Jedi on Coruscant. Not a problem at all. Cody tipped his head in a nod and lunged. A palm strike to Obi-Wan’s wrist knocked his guard wide open. The Jedi shifted to react and brought his saber hilt forward as if to strike Cody—in a real spar it would be on—and Cody easily caught his shoulder and forearm in a lock. A quick twist and Obi-Wan’s hand spasmed open—his lightsaber hilt fell to the padded floor of the salle.

“Well done,” Obi-Wan said. He sounded inordinately pleased—and strangely out of breath. Cody watched the column of his stubbled throat move as he spoke. This close, he could smell Obi-Wan’s lightly spiced aftershave and a faint undercurrent of the sweat he’d worked up over the course of the class. They were pressed body to body in a way that had every inch of Cody’s skin itching with something unnamable. He wanted to get impossibly closer. He wanted to let Obi-Wan wrestle him down to the mats and press him into the ground with his own body weight. He wanted—

“I’m sure you’ve already thought of ten ways to get out of this,” Cody replied. “Again?”

“If you don’t mind,” Obi-Wan said. They disengaged and Obi-Wan raised his voice again to address the class of younglings. “That is one of many ways an opponent might try to disarm you or take your lightsaber out of play. In some scenarios, a simple Force pull can get it back into your hand. In others, it’s best not to let go of your ‘saber in the first place. We’ll go full speed for a counter, then half, then walk you through each step before you get to try it yourselves.”

At a nod, Cody settled back into his ready position and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet to keep limber before springing forward. This time Obi-Wan moved with Cody’s initial blow and lowered his shoulder against Cody’s lock. With the angle all off, Cody couldn’t get the right leverage and Obi-Wan easily broke free without losing his lightsaber.

They did this again. And again. And again. Each time Cody had to grit his teeth against the confused sensations thrilling through his chest, the way the pressure and warmth of Obi-Wan’s touch made his nerves fire strangely. They were both sweaty by the time the class was over and Cody had shed his dress jacket for the freedom and relative coolness of his undershirt. Obi-Wan’s only concession to the exertion had been loosening the collar of his tunics and removing his uppermost tabards.

Cody tried his best to keep his eyes from gravitating to the slice of collarbone and curly auburn chest hair that peeked through the open gape of Obi-Wan’s tunics, but even he had his limits. There was more red there and in his beard than in his hair. A little more gray, too.

“—in the Temple for long?” Obi-Wan asked, tossing his hand wraps into his bag.

It took gargantuan effort for Cody to tear his eyes away from ogling Obi-Wan’s chest—Prime’s sake, pull yourself together, man warred with could fit in my hand bet his skin tastes… in his head.

“Only, I feel rather guilty about coercing you into a workout and then strongarming you into midmeal with me right after. Would you like to come back to my quarters for a quick shower, or at least a glass of water…?” Obi-Wan slid Cody a sly glance from under his eyelashes.

Cheeky bastard.

“I thought the accusations of coercion were slander and libel against your good name,” Cody replied. “I don’t mind it. I wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t wanted to help out—it’s good. To be a part of the classes,” he hastily tacked on.

Obi-Wan pressed the palm of his hand to Cody’s cheek in silent thanks. A smile lit his eyes with warmth and deepened the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. “In that case, I appreciate your thoughtfulness and foresight. My dashing Commander.”

Cody swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “Not a problem—Obi-Wan.” He leaned his face into the touch despite himself and his skin finally settled. The warmth of Obi-Wan’s skin and roughness of his callouses almost felt familiar in a strange way. Being Marshal Commander of the Third Systems Army and the most elite infantry company in the GAR took its toll. Even if Cody never acknowledged it. If he never admitted to it, then it wasn’t happening to him. Simple enough. He maintained a professional distance from his subordinates at all times—others could be lax in their discipline, but not Cody. Never Cody.

But Obi-Wan was not in the GAR chain of command. He wasn’t quite a civilian, either, and so still intimately connected to the war effort and the lives of Cody and his vod’e.

So he allowed Obi-Wan to pick up his cap and carry Cody’s overnight duffle for him, and he allowed Obi-Wan to sling an arm across his shoulders in a haphazard, warmly affectionate way that Cody so rarely got. He allowed himself to bask in Obi-Wan’s touch and attentions, and—just as good—allowed himself to touch back.

[ryujinbrat]

#25 quiet love

kinda nervous

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[slasher-fucker-and-sucker]

could you do Cassandra Cain headcanons with a S/O who smokes as a coping mechanism?

Cassandra Cain x S/O Who Smokes to Cope – Headcanons

1. Cassandra notices everything, so it doesn’t take long for her to pick up on the way you pull out a cigarette when things feel overwhelming. She doesn’t judge, though; she understands what it’s like to carry pain that needs an outlet, even if it’s a temporary fix.

2. Cass isn’t the type to tell you outright to quit, and she won’t push you unless she thinks it’s dangerous. Instead, she’ll sit nearby, letting her calm presence ground you. Sometimes, she’ll hold your hand or lean into you, a quiet reminder that you’re not alone.

3. She’s keenly aware of your habits—when you tend to smoke, where, how often—and can sense when you’re slipping into moments of stress. Cass has a habit of showing up before you even get the chance to light up, either with a distraction or just standing by to support you.

4. Cassandra would start learning what brings you comfort beyond smoking. She might bring you small distractions, like a book she thought you’d like, or gently lead you into training together as a way to channel any restless energy.

5. While Cass respects that smoking is part of how you cope, she does hope to help you find healthier ways over time. She doesn’t push, but now and then, she’ll share quiet moments with you that feel peaceful without the need for a cigarette.

6. She may not talk much, but Cass can be deeply expressive. When the two of you are close, she may let you know she worries about you. You might notice her hand linger on yours, or she’ll look at you with that silent, intense gaze that says, “I’m here if you need me.”

7. She’ll carry things like mints or gum for you if you ever decide to take a break from smoking, offering them quietly when you seem like you’re fighting the urge. It’s her way of supporting you without judgment, always keeping your comfort in mind.

8. Whether you’re having good days or bad, Cass never pushes you. She’s genuinely proud of any small progress you make and shows it through quiet actions: a hand squeeze, a warm embrace, or a gentle smile that only you get to see.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Codywan Week Day 6: Quiet Love

Summary: Obi-wan and Cody love doing small things for each other. Even things they don't talk about or acknowledge. When Obi-wan's favorite pair of robes get damaged, he doesn't have the time to repair them. However, Cody finds a way to fix them.

    Obi-wan and Cody's love for each other was shown in quiet declarations. Small things they would do for each other. Sure they spent almost every night together, snuggling close to each other and holding each other. But they also slid their feet together at meeting tables and looked back at each other in crowds to make sure they were okay.

    Quiet love was their favorite. Cody remembered times where he would drop something under a table and he would sit up to see Obi-wan's hand on the corner, making sure he didn't hit his head. He remembered short touches when he was nervous.

    They would sneak kisses in empty halls and hold hands on walks in the woods. They loved it almost as much as they loved each other.

"Are you ever going to fix those robes?" Cody asked his partner.

"I don't have the time." Obi-wan sighed as he folded the set of robes and put them in a drawer.

"They're your favorite." The site of robes were just about the same color as most of the ones he wore. However the fabric was softer and slightly more worn. It made them more comfortable to wear.

"I know. I'm sure I'll do it soon." With that he closed the drawer. "I'm going to go get something to eat, want anything?"

"Maybe some coffee?" Cody answered.

Obi-wan smiled and left the room. That's when Cody started to look around the room for a needle and thread. He had learned some domestic skills when he was bored on Kamino or in-between missions. Sewing was one of his favorites even if it was still somewhat difficult.

Finding the small repair kit Obi-wan's had tucked away in a drawer, the clone removed the set of robes from the drawer. Then he sat down at the table and found the holes he needed to mend.

After finding the holes, Cody started to stitch them shut. It wasn't perfect but slowly he fixed each and every hole he could. The larger ones were easier to work on. Like every time he tried to sew, he stabbed himself with the needle a few times. However most of the lines were straight so at least it wouldn't look horrible.

When he finished, Cody placed the robes back in the drawer as well as the sewing kit. Then he simply waited for Obi-wan to return. He placed a bandage on one of his fingers since he had poked it with the needle multiple times.

When Obi-wan returned, he gave Cody his coffee as well as an orange flower he had found. "This reminded me of you." He smiled.

"Thank you." Taking the coffee and the flower, Cody sat on the bed. He didn't think about the robes until later. After all, he didn't do it for anything other than making Obi-wan's life easier. In fact, he didn't think he needed to tell him. Later that week, the Jedi would think about it and pull them out like he had done that day. This time, he would see that all the holes had been closed.

The two men enjoyed the rest of their evening together. Cody stayed over that night. He shut the light off and crawled into bed. Obi-wan made sure his feet were covered by the blanket.

Later that week, Obi-wan was alone in his room. He had a pile of paper work that needed to be done. Still, he opened one of his dresser drawers. Pulling out his favorite set of robes, he saw that someone had already mended them. Smiling, Obi-wan knew he needed to thank Cody. He knew he would wear them the next day and he knew that it would make his beloved commander smile. Oh how he loved the little things.

[girltalkcollectives]

Your Love Story Doesn’t Need to Be a Fairytale

Let’s talk about love. Not the Hollywood version with perfectly timed rain kisses and dramatic airport chases. Not the TikTok version with carefully curated couple challenges and matching outfits. Let’s talk about real love — the kind that doesn’t always make for a good movie but makes for a good life.

Here’s the truth we need to stop running from: The Notebook lied to us. So did Pretty Woman, Twilight, and every other romance that made us think love needs to be extraordinary to be worthwhile.

Your love story doesn’t need a dramatic beginning. You don’t need to hate each other first. No one needs to climb a Ferris wheel or write 365 letters. You don’t need to be star-crossed, torn apart by fate, or reunited after years of pining. Sometimes, love is just two people who met on a dating app getting coffee, liked each other enough to get a second coffee, and kept choosing each other, day after day.

We’ve been sold this idea that if love isn’t painful, it’s not deep enough. If it’s not complicated, it’s not real enough. If it doesn’t hurt, it’s not strong enough.

What a load of nonsense.

Your partner doesn’t need to be the most interesting person in every room. They don’t need to have a tragic backstory or be mysteriously broken in a way that only your love can fix. They don’t need to write you poetry or plan elaborate surprises or fight their entire family to be with you.

Sometimes, real love looks like:

Someone remembering how you like your coffee

Netflix nights where you both fall asleep fifteen minutes in

Grocery shopping together on a Sunday afternoon

Taking care of each other during stomach flu

Sharing leftovers and splitting bills

Supporting each other’s small wins

Being boring together and completely okay with it

No one’s making movies about couples who spend their Saturday nights doing laundry together. You won’t see viral TikToks about partners who respect each other’s sleep schedules. Instagram isn’t interested in the couple who communicates clearly and resolves conflicts calmly.

But guess what? Those are the relationships that last.

The most beautiful love stories I know aren’t beautiful because they’re extraordinary. They’re beautiful because they’re real. Because both people show up, day after day, choosing each other even when it’s not exciting. Even when it’s not post-worthy. Even when it’s just ordinary life with an ordinary person who makes that ordinary life better.

Your relationship doesn’t need:

A dramatic “how we met” story

Constant butterflies

Grand gestures

Overwhelming passion

Life-changing moments

Picture-perfect dates

Epic declarations of love

What it needs is:

Mutual respect

Open communication

Shared values

Genuine care

Consistent effort

Trust

Growth

Peace

Stop waiting for someone to love you in a way that would make a good movie. Start appreciating someone who loves you in a way that makes a good life.

Because here’s what they don’t show in romantic movies: the real love, the kind that lasts, happens in the quiet moments. In the mundane. In everyday choices to be kind, to be present, to be understanding.

The most romantic thing isn’t someone chasing you through an airport. It’s someone making space for you in their life, consistently and without drama. It’s someone choosing to work through problems instead of creating them for the sake of passion. It’s someone who makes you feel safe instead of excited.

Your love story is valid even if no one would want to watch it in theaters.

Your relationship is real even if it wouldn’t get a million likes on social media.

Your connection matters even if it wouldn’t fill a journal with intense emotions.

So let go of the fairytale.

Let go of The Notebook.

Let go of the idea that epic means better.

Because sometimes the best love stories aren’t the ones that make your heart race — they’re the ones that make your heart feel at home.

And that’s not settling. That’s growing up.

[ryluregf]

[sjsmith56]

Chapter 3 will be posted tomorrow (Tuesday). Excerpt below.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It didn't happen often in my day but even once was too much. It must have put you off of dating completely."

"It did," she admitted, then she sipped her coffee and looked at her cup. "Then I met a kind, quiet, private man who faced his own challenges. He asked me out and I had to turn him down because he was technically a client but as of yesterday he's not anymore."

She kept looking at her coffee for a moment then raised her eyes to his surprised look. "Me? You're talking about me?"

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

I don’t think you understand

Until I Found Her is ACTUALLY the best love song out there

And it’s not for required love or crushes

It’s the quiet kind of love that wakes you up in the morning with a fluttery feeling in your chest or the kind that slows time when you look at them or the kind that plays when you can’t even THINK about losing them and it’s a quiet kind of love that the song is about because it’s about seeing REALLY REALLY SEEING the person you’re in love with and anyways if anyone wants to kiss me now that would be HIGHLY appreciated

[sadgaychamelion]

My favourite friendships are the ones where you don’t do anything special together but enjoy the presence of the other. Lying on one of your beds, both scrolling on your phones in silence. One of you sitting on the others bathroom counter talking mainly to yourself while they do their makeup and brush their teeth in the morning. Helping your friend unload the dishwasher before you leave to go somewhere. Sitting in silence together, both studying for different classes. Sitting next to each other on the couch while one is on the phone, positing with their sister who moved out. FaceTiming while one reads and one draws, just so the option to talk to somebody is there. Walking one of your dogs together. One lying in the sun, almost asleep, while the other rants about their partner. Quiet friendships.

[theskystealerthebookthief]

There’s a quiet love in falling asleep in the car.

When I got my license, the first time my dad fell asleep in the passenger seat with me at the wheel, it was like taking a step and finding that the ground gave way but something solid was beneath there to catch you.

‘Oh,’ I had thought, taken aback, ‘You trust me to keep you safe.’

And I realized what the quiet declaration sleeping in someone’s car as they drive was:

I trust your abilities.

I trust you to take us where we need to go.

I can rest in your presence and trust we’d be safe.

So I drive now in wonderment of the unconscious show of love by the sleeping passenger - my brother, my parents, my cousins, my friends - who trust me enough to get us where we need to go.

And I fall deeper in love with the small little things that makes my world spin.

[thoughts-left-unspoke]

[soulinkpoetry]

Quiet afternoons with you where we let our hands do all the talking.

.

.

[covetor-of-sanity]

I realize I love you.

I’m busy finding ways to show you.

Not tell you.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Codywan Week Master List!! I love this writing challenge every year! I definitely had a good time with this one! My favorites are probably the anniversary and the soulmate au! Each description of the stories are attached to the page the links will take you to! I hope you enjoy them!! I love tragic gay men so much.

Day 1: Lightsaber

Day 2: The Wise Man's Fear

Day 3: Soulmate au

Day 4: Kidfic

Day 5: Only One Bed

Day 6: Quiet Love

Day 7: Long Hair/hair cutting/trimming

Day 8: Anniversary