#this is codys way of proposal

[justapotatoesack]

As a jester of my word, Knight Cody presenting Darth Sidious's head to King Obi-Wan

Art commissions

[lychgate]

i haven't posted a really poorly drawn thought piece adventure in years so here's a brief update!

hope i hit the read more thing right oh well anyway:

"Spent a lot of time applying for a home loan. I had to pay -fucked up- to have a convincing income for a decent loan. It was very confusing but cody helped me a lot."

"Cody proposed to me It felt wonderful that someone wanted to share their time and love with me. Cody proposed Anthrohio weekend, it's the con we really met at."

"We saw the listing that sunday morning before we had to go to our table to vend."

"It was a perfect house. We were the first people to view it and we immediately put in a bid. And we got the house. Many papers to sign."

"Moving was not easy. It took 2 whole months. Cody was out of town helping their grandma recover from a big surgery and we had to sell their old house/move that as well as move from my apartment. ALSO THE PETS: My cat dick wolf + Cody's 3 birds. Until we could get some doors installed and separate the house, I had to live between two places every day to feed and care for them."

"Still, life was good. I bought my first house! It has a swing in the backyard. I've never had my own backyard. I've never even lived somewhere that had trees (in said yard) It felt nice. Living together with the love of my life and 4 pets."

"Through all this i never closed my shop. How could I? It was my income, and I just bought a house. It needed to stay open. Moving that much inventory, setting up a new office, the house is a nice size but it's not huge, so, very careful organizing had to be executed if I wanted my apparel laid out right. (Which I totally managed to do)"

"but i Did get really good at baking pies. the two are connected."

"sacred_crow on instagram!"

"there's like 25 of u bastards i would absolutely die for, and about 75 more that i would go nearly dead over."

"We have an extra bedroom so I got to turn it into a toy room. There's games, crafts, stuffed animals, movies, a sick loft I painted the shit out of. It rules. It brings me a lot of Joy."

"Under the loft we have a dug out where we can watch VHS tapes. I love to sit with Cody and watch movies and play Donkey Kong."

"I am not good at Banjo Kazooie, but Cody is. Cody is so talented. I love watching them play games. (Depicted is not banjo kazooie but donkey kong country 2 as we are currently playing that. I'm good at DKC but I will still swear and make sounds like im about to throw up)"

"Half the basement is finished, so we turned it into a dual office space. It rules. Cody has a whole side for fursuit crafting, and my side is mostly my gigantic gamer computer area/shipping area. I took a whole wall to put all my non apparel merch like pins charms and notebooks also. for hte love of god someone buy the notebooks they take up more space then i wanted"

"I love to look over from my computer and see cody working. They always look so focused, yet peaceful."

"It's winter but it rains. I miss the snow. I lived by the lakes growing up. I miss piles of snow. It's just wet and cold here. Yes i'm quite aware of global warming"

"I got kicked off both my health and car insurance. I fixed the car one but health insurance still no. All my meds have gone away. The past few months have been hard. I think way too much lately. I can't get myself to do anything. -this is a whole page of downer bullshit and i cropped it!-"

"We had a leaky ceiling that took a month to fix. Cody did all the work because they are smart and kind."

"Oh yeah I had my uterus removed earlier this year. They let me keep it. It's in a jar in my living room."

"We threw a very nice halloween party. I was the green m&m. Cody was the monarch."

"We adopted 8 beautiful kiwis from a crane machine at the mall. we spent over 100 monies to get them but it was worth it."

"

It was a rough year. My health is in decline. Our country may try to end my life for being trans soon (lol?) I am in hte middle of a colossal mental breakdown of my core fundamental behavior (depression advanced) BUT ALSO: I am engaged to my favorite person. We bought a house together. I'm beginning a new chapter of my life. I have a swing in my backyard. The negatives suck but there are also many positives. The cycle of emotions is immense, but there is beauty in it. There is beauty in life, and isn't that wonderful?"

[jsprnt]

Witnessing your fiancé win his first final as a captain is a beautiful experience.

virgil van dijk x reader

A/N: trying something new! let me know what you think. this is some four am fluffy brainrot btw

W/C: 1.340

you wipe your clammy hands on the fabric of your blue jeans. it’s warm, you think, even though it’s barely ten degrees outside. your anxious, warm breaths turning into clouds when coming in contact with the cold air. the only thing missing is rain, the clouds looming over wembley stadium tonight would probably take care of that soon.

your eyes drift to the huge scoreboard a ‘waiting for extra time’ and a frustrating 0-0 meeting your eyes. virgil had managed to score a beautiful header a little past the second half of the match, though it was sadly disallowed after a var check.

you feel your hand being squeezed, it snapping you back to reality as you look to your left. cody’s girlfriend noa giving you a sweet smile. you had gotten close since both your partners were already very close, especially after cody transferred to liverpool a little over a year ago.

“calm down, I’m pregnant and not as anxious as you. have some faith in the boys.” she teases, trying lighten up your obviously nervous mood. you mirror the smile on her face, giving her a little nod in acknowledgment.

you had faith in the team, of course you did. you’d rooted and cheered at every match you’d been to, ever since you and virgil started dating four years ago. he’d proposed only last summer on vacation in beautiful mauritius.

you know how capable and trustworthy your fiancé is. leading liverpool as captain impeccably this season, and it looked like he and the team were back into their best form.

if liverpool won tonight, it would become his first trophy win as captain. extra special since klopp had announced his departure in the summer. giving the one of a kind manager a trophy his last season was very deserved.

you watch as the first fifteen minutes of extra time begin. you hold your breath a multitude of times, gasping and shouting along with the rest of the supporters when the chelsea players got a little too close to the net.

it seems like absolute torture when the second part of extra time starts. it had to happen within these fifteen minutes, otherwise you’d have to go to penalties. which in your opinion and many others was a stupid gamble, no matter how hard you’d practice shooting or stopping the ball. the saying ‘practice makes perfect’ didn’t apply to penalties, you always thought.

your eyes land on your sweaty, tired looking fiancé. his tall, big frame very easy to distinguish, even all the way across the stadium. his perfectly done hair was probably a little messy by now, small flyaways escaping from the low bun you’d styled carefully that morning before he left the house.

you watch as liverpool gets a corner, your eyes flickering to the scoreboard. knowing they had about three minutes to finally score the winning goal. maybe, this was their last chance. you and noa squeeze each others hand tighter, her other hand on her bump as you both watch kostas walk to kick the corner.

you hold your breath, kostas shoots and GOAL!

your fiancé scores a header, the liverpool supporters all roar in celebration. you and noa squealing and hugging each other from happiness. you heart swells due to how extremely proud you are of your fiancé. having difficultly holding back tears in your eyes.

the next few moments pass like a blur and before you know it, you see virgil holding up the trophy, surrounded by the entire team. you hug all of the wives and girlfriends next to you, some of them even teasing you by congratulating you for being engaged to virgil. you laugh, but you know they’re pretty much right. he was an absolute gem, both as an athlete, leader and your loving partner.

all of you are full with joy and relief, singing to ynwa proudly as you feel like you’re about to burst from happiness.

one would ask why you’d be so hyped and excited about winning the carabao cup, as if it was the champions league final. though, to you it didn’t matter what your fiancé won or achieved. you would get exited and emotional about it every single time, without fail.

you’re stoked as security confirms you can go down to the pitch to celebrate. you make sure noa is with cody safely before looking around for virgil. your eyes dart around as you almost spin a circle. you finally spot him looking at the spot you were sitting at, realizing he was doing what you were doing.

looking for one another.

“baby!” you call out, trying to get his attention. he turns immediately at the recognition of your voice. the sound of it never failed to bring a smile to his face, melting his heart like a ice cube thrown in boiling water.

you finally manage to make eye contact with him, running up to him as if you hadn’t seen him in years. you jump into his arms, his hands automatically moving to your thighs, unfazed by your sudden weight pressing against his body. his own motm award rested against your thigh, as he held both you and the award.

“there’s my beautiful love..” he says, his hair is indeed messy, baby hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead.

“I’m so proud of you..” you answer, panting a bit from your little run, looking into his brown eyes, your eyes traveling to the beauty mark underneath his eye, you oh-so-loved.

you cup his chiseled jaw, running the pad of your thumb along his short stubble. leaning in to kiss him breathlessly, lips pressing onto his plump ones, tasting the sweet energy drink he had probably just chugged. you wrap your thighs a little tighter around him, deepening the kiss. your own little prize for him to show how proud you are, for now…

you both were never the pda type, especially in front cameras that broadcasted worldwide at this point. so he only swipes his tongue along your bottom lip once, before pulling away. allowing you to stand on your own two feet again as he lowers you carefully.

“come take pictures with me, baby..”

he drags you towards the club’s photographers, making sure you both have pictures to look back on. holding both trophy’s as he allows you to hold the cup its self. eventually, rain sprinkling on both your faces.

after a couple more hours of celebrating you both arrive back home in cheshire, a prefect place you’d imagine to spend the next few years with your fiancé. you’d fallen in love with it, just like you heard your other wag friends say.

you lay on your bed, absolutely exhausted, maybe even more than virgil who had ran around the pitch for 120 minutes. you weren’t aware of the time, but from celebrating to the ride home, you could estimate it was past midnight already.

your eyes almost flutter shut, before you watch virgil walk out of the bathroom. freshly showered and dressed in his new pajamas you’d just got him.

“getting sleepy?” he asks, laying down on his side of the bed, pulling you in closer. his tatted arm wrapping around your back.

you hum, scooting closer to his chest and turning to lay on your stomach. placing your hands on his chest as you look down at him. the back of his head pressed against the white and gray pillows on your shared bed. his long curls splayed over them, not in a ponytail or bun, hair products he’d just applied smelling delicious.

this was your man, so fucking good looking you fought the urge to bite your knuckles. his gaze softened as his eyebrows relaxed, his bigger hand running up and down your back.

he lead his team amazingly, with a long list of injuries at the club you were worried. but the fact that they made it happen was insane, with the deciding goal from your fiancé and amazing leadership you couldn’t help but swoon over him, nonstop. eyes roaming around his handsome face.

“you okay love?” he asks in a deeper voice, chest vibrating against your hands. his hand now rubbing your nape. practically soothing you to sleep with his touch.

“I’m just admiring you…” you say, voice quieter than you expected. exhaustion taking over your body by the second.

“I can do that all night, baby. go to sleep now, hm…” he mutters, his hand pushing your head down onto his chest as you listen to his heartbeat. it lulls you asleep instantly.

he can only sigh in delight, a stressful but beautiful night ending with you sleeping comfortably in his strong arms. knowing you’d be supporting and loving him whatever happens, it just showed the love you had for each other.

his one and only love…

[twinterrors29]

Cody gets fed up with the war killing his brothers a week in and decides he's going to honeypot his way into sentient rights and a paycheck at a minimum

his first logical target: his General

fortunately, he's quite adept at drawing Kenobi's attention

unfortunately, Kenobi quickly reveals that he and the other Jedi are already doing all they can for the clones

also, he now has to deal with his General very gently holding his hand and promising to give him anything he wants after the war ends and he has his rights, which is not only unhelpful to his goal but also Very Distracting

and, most unfortunately of all, he now can't actually use his honeypot tactic on anyone else without breaking Kenobi's pathetically romantic heart

which he can't do. of course.

because that would be Unprofessional.

he complains about this dilemma to Fox, who calls him a pathetic coward

Cody shoots back by asking what FOX is doing to secure their rights

Fox, naturally, takes this as a Challenge

he starts honeypotting five different Senators, who mysteriously swap positions and wreck all of Palpatine's electoral blocks on the proposals the Jedi had been sending

unfortunately, Palpatine still has those Emergency Powers and is able to block the bills personally, but this more blatant move shows his hand

which means Fox now has a single target

he's well aware that the honeypot strategy is notoriously ineffective against Palpatine, which just means he's got to get more creative than Cody did:

he starts digging

he finds all sorts of shady shit in Palpatine's metaphorical (and sometimes literal) closets, but nothing concrete and serious enough to actually use to either blackmail him or get him removed from office

so he plants some evidence instead

unfortunately, the crimes Fox attempts to frame him for are ones Palpatine is Actually Guilty of, so he has contingencies in place to shift blame and attention off himself

however, after that first suspiciously convenient dodge of culpability, Fox has a clearer picture of what's going on, and what this is going to take

so he bites the bullet

he stages an elaborate assassination plot, which results in Palpatine exploding and himself valiantly injured in the process of trying to protect the Chancellor

Vice Chancellor Mas Amedda, while equally corrupt, is much more susceptible to Fox's more mundane strategies

once the new administration has been successfully railroaded into granting the clones full sentient rights and backpay, Fox invites Cody and his plus one to all five of his Fancy Senatorial Weddings

at the second, Fox pulls Kenobi aside and confides in him how much Cody wants to marry him, and even provides a ring to propose with that 'Cody won't be able to refuse'

Cody, fuming and engaged, acknowledges that he should never have challenged Fox

[lbibliophile-sw]

Codywan Masterpost - 2022-2024

@codywanweek - day 8: 5th Anniversary

This year marks the fifth aniversary of Codywan Week, and the third year I've participated (2022 was my second Star Wars event!), so I decided to celebrate by creating a masterlist of all my Codywan works to date.

Works are ordered approximately from least to most angsty. They are mostly drabbles, and the Codywan relationship is usually left ambigiously platonic/romatic. All SFW.

Fluff and Shenanigans (occasional background angst)

Distraction (affectionate) (AO3) | drabble | Cody tries to reason with his General, who is distracted by other priorities.

See No Evil (AO3) | drabble poem | Cody and Obi-wan stare into each other’s eyes. All in the name of plausible deniability.

Tea Party (AO3) | script and comic | Obi-wan likes taking his tea in the communal rec room, likes when his troopers come past to say hello. But this might be taking it a bit too far...

Post-battle Ritual (AO3) | drabble | As a Jedi, your lightsaber is your life; so keep hold of it. ...Yes, you too.

Face to the Sun (AO3) | drabble | Armour Markings have meaning. Cody's isn't a sunburst.

Shared Custody (AO3) | drabble | Obi-wan keeps losing his lightsaber. Cody takes a different approach to preventative measures.

The Force Provides (AO3) | drabble | One proposal is gracefully declined, and another gleefully accepted.

Multitasking Meditation (AO3) | drabble | A Jedi practices many exercises which increase in complexity over the course of their training. Obi-wan has mastered this one, and so lost the benefit of the lesson it teaches.

Hurt/Comfort (with eventual happy ending)

Harmonic Motion (AO3) | drabble | As a Jedi, maintaining a long-term romantic relationship is hard. But with Cody, with the war over, he finds the right balance.

Sueing for Emotional Damages (AO3) | drabble | Cody might have his General back, but he's still upset that he was tricked into thinking he'd been killed in the first palce. And he knows just who to blame.

Taboo (AO3) | poem | A clone trooper's helmet is as much their face as the one they were created with; something deeply personal to those who have so little. But when Obi-wan tentatively asks to try on Cody's, he doesn't refuse him. His own feelings are no less taboo.

Just Another One of Those Faces (AO3) | drabble | Most plans involving a clone going undercover are doomed to failure… unless it takes place in the heart of the Republic. Obi-wan still worries.

There Were Two in the Bed, and the Little One Said... (AO3) | drabble | Nightmares are never fun, but company makes the aftermath easier.

Silence is Golden | poem | Cody loves his General, but he'll never tell.

Angst (aka. Order 66)

The Nightmare (AO3) | drabble | The Nightmare is unsettling in a visceral way, but after years of the nightly visions they are used to the feeling. And they always wake up. He just needs to wait until he wakes up...

Degrees of Trust (AO3) | drabble | Cody doesn't understand why his General's ‘I trust you’ suddenly stopped being a promise and instead became a pain-filled thing of guilt and grief.

Bonus (not specifically Codywan, but they provide significant inspiration...)

31 Days of Jedi Lies (AO3) | poem | "No, you are NOT fine."

[ahsoka-its-all-of-us]

Okay so I’ve watched the newest Bad Batch episodes now

And it is time for thoughts

Because I am NOT OKAY IN THE SLIGHTEST

Clones are questioning and deserting en masse and I am loving it. Order 66 only overrode them when it came to the Jedi, they didn’t fully lose the personality and individuality they’ve fought so hard to gain ;-;

CHUCHI FIGHTING FOR THE CLONES damn was Dave paid by the Foxiyo shippers or smth? Anyway I am living for it, I’ve had the hc that Chuchi eventually gives up on the Senate and openly full-on joins the Rebellion (earlier than people like Mon Mothma and Bail Organa did) and this fits it perfectly. Also Chuchi continuing Padmé’s fight, I love it

Chuchi got older, and while I’m not a huge fan of her current model, I do like that they updated it in more ways than just better quality. She isn’t the inexperienced senator she was in season 1 of The Clone Wars anymore

It’s heartbreaking that the clones can’t even think of pensions and retirement. They were created to fight, and most likely expected to die on the battlefield someday. They want to die on the battlefield. They have never been offered true humanity, and as such Chuchi’s proposal is almost insulting to them, feels like stripping them of their function, their reason to live, their most important trait

That assassin, what is happening there?!? Had Friendpatine groomed a secret clone task force for such things since their birth? Has he found a way to fully brainwash them with the inhibitor chip? And why was my first thought when the helmet came off that it was Slick of all people?

OF COURSE HIS CONTACT IS REX, Rex who never gives up the fight for his brothers ;-;

It pisses me off more than it should that Rex is staying with Trace and Rafa (or at the very least using their place as an outpost), and we don’t even get to see or hear from Ahsoka. She’s the one who connected them, and while I understand fully that she wouldn’t be on Coruscant anymore, at least some connection would have been nice ;-; They can’t have fully separated already, can they?

Rex has multiple clone contacts. Is one of them Cody? Is one of them Crosshair?

Fuck Rampart. Fuck him so hard. But like not in this way, not in the way that seals the clones’ fate

I love Friendpatine’s updated Emperor model

Okay you know from the beginning that something was gonna happen with Echo, but this is heartbreaking. It’s what he deserves, to stand with Rex again, fighting for their brothers, for the regs, but that doesn’t make it any less heartbreaking. I very much hope that the series will continue to show what him and Rex are up to just like we occasionally get Crosshair focus

It also deeply frightens me. In Rebels, Rex lives with Wolffe and Gregor; not Echo, who he has fought directly beside with much more than either of them. Why would he and Echo get separated again, especially after they’ve both lost so many brothers already? I’m gonna stay optimistic and say Echo went to live with the rest of the Bad Batch again, but I’m terrified

I love the sudden darkness the show has taken after the past relatively innocent episodes. The plot is moving forward again, and while I deeply fear where it is heading, I’m also living for it

Seriously though when can we see Cody and Crosshair again ;-;

[captainkirkk]

✩ 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. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Clone Wars/Star Wars

The Sun Swings East by kj_feybarn (+ podfic)

Over and over, Obi-Wan woke up and wished he hadn't.

Palpatine wouldn't stop until Obi-Wan had Fallen, wouldn't stop until Obi-Wan gave Palpatine a shattered galaxy in payment for his release.

He couldn't save himself, Obi-Wan had come to terms with that.

What he hadn't realized was that didn't mean there was no way to be saved.

broken surface by qigiined

"The water is not talking to you, Obi-Wan,” Feemor says without chastisement in his tone. “That’s the force you’re feeling, from the trees maybe.” The clippers turn back on. “Or a fish.” “Bones,” Obi-Wan says. The clippers turn off again. “Bones,” Obi-Wan repeats. “I want to be bones.” “You’re already bones. Where’d you get that idea?” Qui-Gon steps quietly closer to the door. “You’re scaring me, O’Ben,” Feemor says softly.

(Obi-Wan suffers from a genetic and force-based condition that makes him want to drown himself in a bog. And sometimes that bog is the shape of a sink.)

cultural ed by qigiined

PDS: so Kenobi would have been 23? 24? When the padawan came along?

WLF: so probably around 22 for conception. They need time to bake.

PDS: no one can make natborns that young.

FOX: I’m telling you all. Natborns are REALLY good at making other natborns that young. It’s their specialty.

(Cal is assigned to do some cultural education with Obi-Wan on board The Negotiator for a few days and Cody and his batch come to some understandable conclusions.)

and through the spaces of the dark by blackkat (+ podfic)

Jon's attempts to avoid a war he wants no part in are ended when Dark Woman drags him to Coruscant and straight to a posting with the Guard. He intends to keep his head down and do his work, but the mysteries around the Guard - and Fox - immediately have him in out of his depth and on uncertain ground/

Nine Worlds series (Victoria Goddard)

An Impossible Dream by SunInGlory

His Radiancy makes a proposal to his secretary. It probably isn't a real proposal...or is it?

an honorable and enviable role. by mage-pie (looselipssinksubs)

"Get up get up get up!” Something heavy landed on Varro’s stomach. He sat up just as Zerafin turned the lights on. “What?” Zerafin was grinning. The thing he’d thrown at Varro was a duffel bag. “We’re going on vacation! Get up, start packing, we’re leaving at dawn!”

That’s right, iiiiit’s… Vangavayen Vacation Time! Featuring our very favorite captive audience and peanut gallery, the highly trained and extremely professional innermost members of the Imperial Guard! Please give them your applause and moral support; they’re going to need it.

Privacy by Penguinity

Rhodin sipped his coffee. “Are us roommates cramping your style?”

“No,” Conju demurred, in a way which clearly meant yes. “I value you all deeply and am satisfied with a . . . laissez-faire . . . living situation in our retirement.”

Ludvic stirred his coffee. Rhodin peeled a banana in a desultory way. They waited.

Conju sighed. “It’s just–“ Ludvic and Rhodin leaned forward as Conju continued, “– why does he have to be underfoot all the time? Overnight?! I came down for a drink last week and nearly broke my neck tripping over a middle-aged aristocrat. It’s undignified."

Disobedience by alfgifu

You glanced down at the new paper with mild concern and felt your emotions congeal into cold terror.

It was not a standard Council paper, though it came with the usual cover slip.

It was a warrant for Cliopher’s execution.

A touch of home by alfgifu

I might have felt extremely boring coming back to the Palace through the front door in all our finery, but as Kip had pointed out, there was really no need to alarm the guards by climbing in a window when we could shock the world simply by showing up as ourselves.

[ambreignsfan4life]

WWE Preferences- Proposing

ROMAN REIGNS- Roman surprised you with a holiday to Dubai where you guys went on your 1st holiday together and on the last night he took you down to the beach where he popped the question

JEY USO- You were both on tour in France and on one of your few nights off Jey took you for a walk where you ended up being across from the Eifiel Tower and that is where he proposed

JIMMY USO- When you got home the house was very quiet and dark you could only see a bit of light coming through the kitchen window as you stepped through the back door you were greeted with candles, fairylights and big lit up letters and as you turned around Jimmy was behind you on one knee

CODY RHODES - You didn't know what was happening you had a blindfold on all you knew is that you were being driven somewhere a few minutes pass and the car stops and the next thing Cody as a hold of your hand walking you feel softness under your feet so you must be on a beach, the blindfold is removed and you see this beautiful setting in front of you

SETH ROLLINS- While we were both at work Seth asked a couple of your friends to go to our hotel room to set the room up, on the way back to the hotel he was very quiet which wasn't like him bit you thought he was just tired you walked in to your room and your heart skipped a beat on how beautiful it was next thing you know your engaged

RANDY ORTON- With Randy been married before you didn't really see him wanting to get married again that's why you brought up the topic in any conversation but what you didn't Randy had been planning on it for while and he did it while walking in the beach as the sun was settling

[footballffbarbiex]

Snowed In

player: Cody Gakpo words: 1101 warnings: oral (f) request: Cody Gakpo - smut - upto 1000 words - heyy, I don’t have a specific scenario/story for him plus this is my first time submitting a req 😅 but I wanted to go for smut maybe to everyone’s eyes he seems like the good guy that is always nice but in the bedroom he’s so dominant and filthy yk. It can be anything honestly idk that I just want filthy smut 🫠 Thank you!!

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The morning had started off with a hard, thick frost which had quickly turned into snow flurries. Flurries which, despite Cody’s hopes, not melted as the day had gone on and had only become heavier and thicker. With three hours to go before their date was due to start, red weather warning alerts had been sent out an hour ago advising anyone who didn’t need to head out, to please stay at home. 

The club group chat was already alive with messages pouring in with everyone wanting to know what was happening with the training schedules if the snow kept coming down, not to mention the upcoming match that they were due to travel for. 

1 new message. The text appears as a push notification from a number he doesn’t recognise but his stomach sinks as he reads the preview. 

Dear    C.Gakpo, we’re sorry to notify you that due to adverse weather conditions, the restaurant will not be open tonight. Should you require another night, your booking will be honoured and prioritised. We apologise for any inconvenience this may have caused. Thank you.

The sigh that comes from him is one of disappointment and well what the hell do we do now? If restaurants weren’t opening, then the likelihood of them getting takeout was slim to none. The fridge hadn’t been stocked thanks to the booking, and he wasn’t too sure what would be in the freezer, but whatever was in either of them wouldn’t be a patch on what they were hoping to eat. 

While he appreciates that this is out of their control, he’s also not oblivious to the fact that each day leading up to Christmas is also no doubt fully booked up too. He wasn’t the type to name drop to get a table and so securing the one he had reserved had been a task in itself. The romantic evening he’d planned, with hopefully enough seduction throughout the night, had been exactly what the two of them had so badly needed and now he was faced with no dinner and little excuse to seduce.

He makes his way through the house, wondering how to explain the situation as she had headed into the shower to begin to get ready almost twenty minutes ago with the assumption that all was going ahead still. Turning into the bedroom, he finds her sitting on the edge of the bed in her towel with her phone in hand. The small smile that she gives tells him she’s already guessed the outcome of the evening. 

“Well, tomorrow looks to be a work from home day.” She tries to joke. “There’s worse company I can think of to have when we’re snowed in.” she puts her phone to the side and leans back on her hands. The action knocks her towel, causing it to come undone ever so slightly. It’s enough to gather his attention, and he steps forward enough to place his hands on her knees. 

“That doesn’t help though that my plan for tonight was to wine and dine you.” he takes her in as he speaks - not just her face, he drags his gaze over her towel covered body while making sure that he’s not shy about his intentions. His fingers trace the hem of the towel at the top where it falls away. “So how do you propose I fix that issue?”

“We have some wine downstairs, I stocked up on enough for the christmas period. So that’s one thing we can tick off.” her hand tugs the towel on her thighs a little higher, giving him enough of a gap to be able to see a glimpse of her pussy.

“So that leaves something to eat,” he concludes, the fingers which linger on the towel flick it across her body, allowing it to open up and reveal her damp torso too - his train of thought now in a completely different place to earlier when he was deciding what to have. “It wouldn’t be right for all of your hard work to go to waste,” he says, slowly dropping to his knees as he positions himself between hers. 

“You don’t need any persuad…ing” she says, breath hitching in her throat as she feels his mouth against her. He doesn’t, not when it comes to her anyway. A few strokes of his tongue against her makes her lay back flush against the bed, her legs opening further with instinct. Cody fully opens the towel up to expose every part of her body fully and savours the sight before him. He runs his hands over her thighs before hooking her knees over his shoulders, splays his hands on her hips to stop her from moving and begins to use his tongue to dart between her clit and her entrance. She curses between pants, her every thought now about the man between her legs and his mouth. 

He groans against her as his tongue pushes inside, lapping away at the wetness that he’s caused and angles his face in such a way that his nose rubs against her clit. One hand fists the bedding, the other strokes over his hair as he says “I will never tire of eating this pussy.” Her back arches in response as his lips wrap around her tight bud and the tip of his tongue flicks against it mercilessly. The feeling of being restrained, pinned down and unable to move while he tongue fucks her to an orgasm is like no other. “Whose pussy is this?” he asks, peeking up at her as his tongue circles her clit lazily with an occasional flick just to make her legs tremble.

“Y-yours.” she whimpers, fingers now clutching hopelessly at his short hair in a desperate attempt to push his face back to her. 

“So impatient.”

“When it comes to you, alwa-” her words are cut off as Cody slips two fingers into her soaking hole, curling them up to her sensitive spot within and sucks her clit between his lips and begins to pump his fingers in and out of her. The combination is lethal and any slow build of her climax is escalated. 

The hand that remains on her waist moves, allowing his arm to cover that area instead; holding her against the mattress to stop her from writhing around and fucking herself against his hand and mouth. He holds her there, leaving her with no choice but to take everything that Cody gives her, leaving her with the realisation that he won’t stop until the bedding is soaked, and she’s begging for some temporary reprieve.

[coffeeandbatboys]

Right Here Waiting Part 2

Part 1

Pairings: Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Howzer, Gregor, Rex, Cody and Echo make an appearance too. Howzer picks out reader’s wedding dress because I feel like he’d be good at that.

Warnings: tears. Lots of tears, angst and a lot of fluff. Wolffe and reader are head over heels for each other. Wedding fluffies. No use of y/n.

Tagging @high-ct5555 who requested the original and @alegendoftomorrow who seemed interested

Your hands are shaking as your heart thumps wildly in your chest.

The love of your life is on the other side of that wall and you've never been more scared to face him.

You're not afraid of him, at least. Rather, you’re afraid of the differences that will come because of the chips and order 66.

You flinch as the door to the makeshift medbay slides open…and there's Wolffe, looking so broken. Maker, what happened to your Commander?

“I uh…guess we should probably talk, huh?” He says, absentmindedly rubbing the bacta patch covering the surgical incision.

You nod. You want nothing more than to throw yourself into his embrace; but not yet. You both need answers.

After sitting down in the storage room, he recounts everything that happened after he left. The battle, the order, the general. He starts to break down a little at that point. You lean forward to take his hand in yours. Something clinks on the dainty chain around your neck and Wolffe's mismatched eyes go wide when he sees the two alloy bands that you never got to exchange. His face twists into an expression of guilt and grief.

“Oh kark. I know…I screwed up—” he starts.

“Wolffe-” You try to stop him but he keeps talking.

“What kind of di'kut proposes to his girlfriend and then doesn't come home to her for a year?”

You've had enough, as hot tears roll down your cheeks.

“One who never had a choice!” You cry, gripping his hand to emphasize. “Who would have been killed if he'd refused. Who came back to me because I told him to. And who gets a kriffing second chance because I still love him.” You punctuate the last statement by gingerly cupping his face in your hands. His own tears slide down and meet your palm.

His voice cracks and his lip quivers.

“Will you still have me, cyar’ika?”

You smile sadly.

“I will always have you, Wolffe.”

He surges forward to catch your lips, a hand tangling in your hair and gently tugging you closer.

You all but curl up in his lap and cry for hours. Later, when Rex finds the two of you sleeping—though uncomfortably—he smiles and knows better than to tell.

“Do you think they'll like it?” Rex asks nervously as he checks the makeshift decorations for the hundredth time.

“Relax, vod.” Gregor laughs, setting down a simple white cake with the words ‘just married’ written in dark icing. “Anyone would think that it’s your wedding with the way you keep fussing over everything.”

Rex rolls his eyes. “Well excuse me for wanting to make my adoptive batchmate’s wedding as nice as possible while we’re all fugitives of the Empire!”

Cody and Echo snicker at Rex’s outburst when Howzer strides into the room, a smug smile on his face.

“The bride looks stunning. Turns out the dress fits perfectly.”

Wolffe is the last to enter the room. He looks nervous as he seeks out Rex, hands shaking uncontrollably.

“Rex.” He mutters under his breath, eyes wide.

Rex frowns and takes his brother by the shoulders. “Hey, easy vod.”

“Do I look okay?”

Rex smiles reassuringly. “You look great, Wolffe.”

Everyone’s attention turns to the opening door where you stand, aglow in your white dress with a bouquet of wildflowers in hand.

Wolffe lets out a shaky breath and manages a smile. He doesn't think he’s ever seen anything more beautiful in his life and he can’t wrap his head around the fact that you chose him.

The others take their seats while Rex stands with you and your soon to be husband.

Through the whole preamble, all you can focus on is Wolffe. He’s barely holding his emotions in check. You just know that as soon as he begins his vows, he’ll break.

And break, he does. Tears are flowing before he even gets three words in.

“Cyare. I don’t know how I got so lucky with you. You’ve made my life better in so many ways and now with these uncharted waters that we’re in, I’ll still have you. I promise to respect you, to always have your back, and support you in everything that we may face.” he squeezes your hands gently. “I love you so much.”

Tears prick at your eyes as you clear your throat. “Wolffe. How can I put into words the love I’ve found with you? Or the warmth that I have in your arms. Or the hope that I see in your eyes. I’m so, so thankful for the second chance that we have. I can’t begin to imagine what my life would be like without you. I promise that whatever happens, my heart belongs to you, as does my trust. I love you more than words can describe.”

At some point, both of you began crying your eyes out, wiping each others tears with shaky hands.

Cody hands you Wolffe’s ring, and Wolffe your ring. The last of the ceremony goes by in a blur and before you know it, you’re sharing your first kiss with Wolffe as husband and wife.

His calloused hands gently cradle your face as his lips claim yours in a sweet and reverent kiss. When it breaks, he pulls you into his chest with a shaky breath.

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. Ner kar’ta.

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[puckpocketed]

i have no idea what's happening (i know nothing about ty or ceci or anyoneelse involved), but it's very clear to me that you and the girlies (gn) are the only ones Enjoying Hockey Correctly 💕

ough thabnk u!! though i think there's no right or wrong way to be a fan as long as everyones having a good time <3

as for what's going on. um.

1) marc-édouard vlasic (pickles) is sorta like our resident cody ceci in that he's seen as a bit of a disaster and catches a lot of friendly fire for it (he used to be really good... ouhh... the passage of time.... and honestly he wasn't even the worst dman we put on the ice this past season LOL) anyway we cherish him dearly for his bitchy auras and divorcee swag!!

2) and uh last season on account of all our guys getting disease of bonebroken we stapled William Eklund to Luke Kunin, i think just so we had two lines that wouldn't get completely smoked (they still got smoked). kunin is analytically Fucking Terrible and watching him play is Also Terrible BUT management love him bc he brings the ""intangibles"" and fights a lot and fun trivia for people who didnt watch sharks games: somehow he was always where one of our d-men should've been when we inevitably gave up a rush chance........hes defending women (goalies) in stem (net) . WE love him because sometimes hockey aint about silly things such as scoring goals... backchecking effectively... not losing your man in dzone coverage... sometimes its about being a personality hire and glue-guy <3 (also hes married to Sophia Shaver, hence: goonwag) because wekky was forced to play w him on a line we think of him like the training wheels for every prospect now....macklin celebrini are u ready for ur leg weights....

and its like HOW can we make this trade as funny as possible? we r puttign these guys in situations.. proposed outcomes so far: ceci-pickles shambling corpse senior dog pairing or make ceci our d-man equivalent of luke kunin and pair him with one of our youth.

[juststoriesintheend]

i started thinking about jecki and now i'm emo

college roommate au where she starts realizing she's sapphic & nonbinary, and she doesn't know what to do with all that information, but god you're just so pretty and you make her feel all fluttery inside

jecki being a tae kwon do lesbian, her adopted dad taught her everything. but when a new student (mae) comes in and absolutely kicks her ass, jecki's torn between "must be better than her" & "must fuck her immediately"

i proposed werewolf jecki as sort of a random idea, but now i think i love it. something about jecki and sharp lil canines just makes sense. shaggy brown fur and green eyes, maybe. & rival werewolf reader? rival vampire/witch mae??

jecki reminds me a lot of obi wan?? something something, obi wan au? the way that obi wan's relationships w/ satine and cody could easily translate to jecki's relationships w/ mae and osha (mae, the princess w/ opposing morals and an irritating stubborn streak, but the chemistry between them is crazy + osha, the soldier who lives at her side, the soldier turned best friend, the soldier who turns at the end of the war) i really think i'm on to something here

apparently i just really like jecki/mae concepts

[dangraccoon]

The Greatest Honor

Week 11 ~ Christmas Life Day vacation ~

Word Count: 747 Content: brief suggestive themes, 18+ MDNI, teasing, marriage proposal

@clone-wars-winter-challenge

Mando’a Guide: cyar'ika - sweetheart, darling

“Seriously, Cody,” you whined. “Where are we going?”

Your partner simply smirked as the two of you made the jump into hyperspace.

“Where’s the fun in telling you that?” he chuckled.

“It would be nice to be able to anticipate… anything about this trip you’ve planned out,” you huffed.

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise!” 

That smug bastard. You had half a mind to wipe that goofy grin right off his face. 

“Fine,” you sighed. “Can you at least tell me how long until we get there?”

“Just a couple hours.”

“Then I’m going to take a nap,” you told him as you started to walk back to the bunks in the back of the ship.

“You know,” he started, with that tone. He was somewhat terrible at flirting, but you could always tell when he was trying. “We’ve got a couple hours to kill, all by ourselves…”

He let the implication hang in the air.

You chuckled, walking back to him in the pilot’s chair, straddling his lap. You could feel him growing to strain against his pants.

“Are you going to tell me what you have planned?” you whispered.

He whimpered as you rolled your hips. “That- that’s not f-fair.”

You loved how flustered he got any time you took charge. It wouldn’t win you over this time. “Then you can take care of this,” you rolled your hips again and he sighed. “By yourself for now.” You winked and pressed a peck to his cheek, before getting up and walking back to the bunks to nap.

You woke to his gentle touch cupping your cheek. You hadn’t realized how cold you’d gotten until you were nuzzling against his constantly warm hand. 

“C’mon, cyar’ika,” he laughed. “We’re here.”

You groaned as he slipped his arms under yours, pulling you from the bunk. 

He smiled at you as you found yourself upright. He walked over to the bag he’d packed for you–he’d even refused to let you pick out your own clothes–and pulled a few items from it.

“Put these on,” he instructed, handing you a thick jacket, a hat, and gloves. “You’re gonna need them.”

“Cody, what are you up to?” you chuckled as you did as he asked.

“You’ll see.”

As the ramp lowered, you were met with a sight you hadn’t seen in… maker, you didn’t even know how long.

It was nearly twilight, the sun hanging low in the sky, painting a soft, warm palette over the snowy landscape. Your eyes landed on a nearby tree. Its trunk was thick and tall, with endless branches stemming off, covered in snow and ice rather than its usual blue leaves and white flowers. It was beautiful, but your eyes welled up as you realized what seeing this tree meant.

“Is- is this?” you stammered, pulling your watery gaze from the sight to face your partner’s wide smile. “Oh, Cody, did you bring me home?”

He nodded. “You said you missed the seasons and winter on your planet, so I thought maybe you’d want to–”

“You thought right,” you whispered breathlessly, pulling him into a long kiss.

You pulled away, smiling as he seemed to take a moment before letting his eyes flutter open. 

“I got us a hotel in town so we didn’t have to sleep on the ship,” he told you as he brought you under the tree to a wooden swing.

“How long can we stay?” you asked.

“There’s a week-long festival for Life Day, but we can stay as long as you like.”

You laughed. “Maker, you really did plan it all out, didn’t you?”

Cody chuckled, his hand fidgeting in his pocket.

“What?” you teased. “You look nervous.”

Cody scoffed, shaking his head as he said your name. “Cyar’ika, I don’t think you realize just how much you mean to me.” He took your hand in his. “I wasn’t built for this kind of thing. I was made to be a war machine, a ruthless killer, but then the war ended. And you found me,” he chuckled. “I was a goner the second you started talking to me.”

Realization started to click in your mind, only to be confirmed by the way he lowered to one knee.

“You are everything to me,” he said, using your full name. “Just to be near you for the rest of my life would be the greatest honor I could ever dream of. Will you marry me?”

You just about tackled him. “Yes!” 

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[rowinablx]

This Is Our World

Derek Hale is Superman. But honestly that's less important to him than being a husband and father

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The first thing Derek remembers is his cousin Allison holding him. Not his parents, not her's. Just Allison.

That was on the planet Krypton, weeks before it would be attacked and Allison was sent to save him and take her cousin to Earth to raise and protect him. But Allison was knocked off course from him, sending her to the deep reaches of space.

He landed near a house in Smallville, the Hales, they took him in. Talia Hale cared for him as if he was her own.

He was six when Talia took him to the basement and showed the pod that he came to Earth in and told him about his heritage. Cora cried that she wanted to be an alien. Laura had told her that was insensitive

He was thirteen when Talia had a heart attack and died. His uncle Peter reluctantly took him and his sisters in.

He was sixteen when he flew for the first time, found the Fortress of Solitude, his father Jor-El talked to him.

He was twenty when he became Superman. He, Laura and Cora moved to Metropolis. He got a job at the Daily Planet and met Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles was no nonsense reporter and honestly terrifying but it made Derek crush on him more.

He made the first move, asking Stiles if he wanted to see a movie. Stiles said yes.

Two years later Derek told him he was Superman. Another month later he proposed. Stiles said yes again and Derek flew them above to kiss him.

Their wedding was small but no less full of love. Noah Stilinski didn't approve but kept his mouth shut. Peter didn't show up at all.

They adopted twins boys named Jackson and Scott. Derek didn't want to have a surrogate so a biological child didn't have the burden of his powers.

Jackson was the outgoing child, Stiles said that he was born craving attention. Scott had asthma and anxiety dissociative disorder. But that didn't mean Derek and Stiles didn't love him.

Eli came five years after, Laura called about a baby that had been left at the hospital, Derek said yes without even asking Stiles.

Superman felt like Derek's secret identity, he wanted to with his family but saving the world constantly took him away.

He and Stiles agreed to never tell their sons about him, even if it strained everything

-------

Derek pulled Stiles into his arms. "I missed you baby" He muttered. Stiles hummed and hugged back.

"Eli is already in bed, Jackson is talking to his newest girlfriend and Scott is mad because you missed family therapy again" He pulled away and grabbed his phone to make calls.

Derek sighed, sometimes being Superman was easier than being a father of teen boys.

Eli was sleeping soundly, Derek kissed his head before leaving. Jackson had his door locked but Derek knew from his superhearing that nothing too bad was going on.

Scott had his tv volume turned all the way up and he was playing a WWE game. "Hey Scotty" Derek said softly. "Hey Dad" Scott paused his game and turned around in his chair.

"I'm sorry I didn't go to our therapy today-" "I know, you were covering the nuclear plant thing, Papa told me"

Derek smiled gratefully that his husband covered for him so fast. "As much as I love to hear Cody Rhodes' theme song over and over again, can you turn that down a bit"

Scott chuckled. "Sure dad" Derek hugged him from behind. "I love you, y'know that right?" "Of course I do" Scott muttered.

Derek pulled away and ruffled his hair

"Dad!" "I'm going I'm going!" Stiles was sitting in bed, furiously typing away. Derek changed into his sleep clothes and laid down. "Scott's mad. He's just hiding it"

"If he knew you could be heartbeats" Stiles cracked a smile. Derek laughed and grabbed his hand, kissing it.

"Come on bed" He pulled him into his arms. Stiles rested his head on Derek's chest. Right over his heart. And fell asleep.

[iluminaru]

Some headcanons that are heavily related to my Aftershow AU (which I'm still working on and will post eventually):

So...I wasn't sure if it's a good idea to post these, since I haven't even posted my Aftershow AU yet. I guess it's a little sneak peek for storylines that will be there. And it's my birthday, so I think it's a nice time to post something related to this AU.

Cody was heavily neglected by his parents, despite that, he feels a strong attachment to them and can't imagine his life without them.

Alejandro and Heather love each other very deeply, and of course, they wanted to meet each other's parents. Only meeting Heather's parents went good, because after meeting Alejandro's, well... Alejandro was disown and Heather proposed to him. (He said yes btw)

Lindsay wants to get a degree in engineering, but everything goes wrong. Nobody is taking her seriously, she starts to doubt herself and fails as a result.

Courtney wants to distance herself from her parents, however, they agreed to pay for her rent (in a very nice apartment!!!), only under a condition that she must invite them to come over once a month. Also, she's slowly realizing she has a crush on Gwen.

After the All Stars season, The Drama Brothers broke up and went their separate ways. Justin continued his modeling career, Harold went to a university and wants to be a programmer, Cody doesn't know what to do with his life. Only Trent seems interested in a music career, and he is extremely ambitious. He started his own solo career and blew up. Now his songs are played on radio, he became so successful at the age of 21.

[unintentionaloracle]

Only Thing That Keeps Us Apart [Fic]

Summary: Set pre-Kevin's draft to SmackDown, in the aftermath of their title match, Cody and Jey learn what the real stakes were for their opponents. Sami and Kevin comfort each other over their new situation.

 “Seriously, guys, that was a hell of a match!” Cody said, grinning ear to ear.

 “Yeah, it was great tearing it up with y’all again! Under better circumstances, of course.” Jey said, throwing an arm around Kevin.

 (Kevin only allowed it for Sami, given the circumstances of tonight. He may have hugged Uso after the match, but that didn't make them friends, yet.)

 “Gentlemen, if you ever want to run it back...” Cody playfully shifted the twin tag belts. “We're more than willing to go for it. Maybe at...WarGames?” He proposed, clearly drunk on the idea of a friendly rivalry.

 Kevin took a deep breath. He glanced at Sami. He looked miserable. “Actually–”

 “Great idea! Hey, we should all celebrate on the bus!” Jey interjected.

 Cody chuckled. “Again?”

 Jey grinned. “Yeah, there's no press conference this time! It'll be–!”

 “I can't do this...” Sami said. “Sorry. I just...I can’t...” He walked away.

 Cody and Jey looked confused, their high burst like a bubble. They immediately looked to Kevin, who pulled out his phone and scrolled.

 “Guys, there's not gonna be a rematch...” He presented the email on his phone:

 Dear Kevin,

 After much deliberation, we’ve decided that you will be drafted to SmackDown. Effective the day after Raw, you are to report to the next SmackDown this Friday. Your tag team with Sami Zayn will be officially dissolved once this draft is in effect, barring unforeseen circumstances. We've sent you your updated travel schedule. Sorry for the short notice.

 Good luck, and we wish you success on your new brand.

-Nick Aldis, SmackDown GM

 Cody covered his mouth. Jey’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God. Kevin, I'm so sorry. I didn't think they’d pick–” Cody said.

“Uce, I swear I didn't know this would happen! I wouldn’t have agreed to–” Jey said at the same time.

 “Hey, it's okay. I only found out today. Plus we didn't tell you, and Pearce didn't tell you, so why the hell would you know?” Kevin said. “If it's anyone's fault, it's whoever the hell this Nick guy is.”

 “Still, Kevin...” Cody said. “I wish we'd known the actual stakes. And that you'd have said something so I could've at least...I don’t know, thrown you a going away party or something! You're my friend, damn it!”

 “I know.”

 And I would've hated it. He thought fondly.

 “But hey, you're gonna kick Roman's ass next Mania and end up on SmackDown, too, right? So you and I at least won't be apart too long,” Kevin said with a wink.

 Cody looked him in the eyes, determination replacing the sadness long enough to give him a firm nod. The two clasped their hands together and went for a brohug, only for Cody to shift it into a full one.

 “But Sami...” Jey said.

 “I know. That's why I gotta ask you a favor, Jey. And Cody, too, I guess...”

 “Yeah?” Jey asked.

 Kevin steeled himself. His voice was uncharacteristically gentle (and almost cracked) as he made his request:

 “Take care of him for me, okay?”

 Jey nodded, along with Cody. “Of course I will.” The Prodigal Uso replied.

 Kevin sighed with relief. “Good. I’m gonna go check on Sami. I don't think we're gonna join you for “libations” or whatever it is you two do in there. Sorry.”

 Cody shrugged. “More for us, I guess. I'll see you soon, Kevin.” He turned to Jey. “Let's go, partner.”

 Jey grinned. “YEET!” He turned to Kevin. “Good luck Kevin. Go get our boy.”

 Kevin nodded and went after Sami.

---

 It should've been easier this way... Sami thought as he changed out of his gear.

 Almost every other time he and Kevin had been torn apart by the universe, it was always in fire and rage. With them “hating” each other. Every grievance of the last twenty years, spilling out in the ring. Using the one language they were both so fluent in: a damn good fight. 

 Yet he'd have taken a million slams to the old NXT ramp...kicked a heartbroken Kevin in the face again and again for a man whose love proved conditional...then go through this cold, involuntary, slow death.

 At least with a fight, he could count on destiny bringing them back together (no matter how much they swore they were done with each other for real this time) once they'd cooled down, licked their wounds, and tended their egos. But what would happen now?

 He heard a knock. It made him jump. “Hey. Wanna talk?” Kevin asked.

 Sami opened the door and let him in. “Why didn't you tell them we needed those belts back?” He asked, warm tears finally rolling down his face. “We had a plan, Kevin! Remember? If we won the tag titles, they technically couldn't split us up!”

 “I know...but you didn't either...” Kevin said, calm.

 “Yeah, but...” Sami growled in frustration. “How can you be so okay with this!? Do you want to leave!?” (The “me” went unsaid, yet still somehow hung in the air.)

 Kevin clenched his fists and started shaking. For a moment, Sami thought things would end in a fight after all.

 Then he spoke.

 “Okay with this!? I'm not okay with this, either! We were finally making it work! There were so many more teams I wanted to fight with you! I was trying so hard not to screw this up like I know everyone thought I would! I tried to keep my temper in check like you asked me to! I did everything I could, but I'm still the reason we're getting split up and–” Kevin let out a scream before walking to a locker and yelling into it: “THIS ISN'T FAIR!”

 Sami touched his back. Kevin turned around. His eyes were red and puffy. The redhead’s grief-stricken desire for a fight dissolved immediately. Guilt took its place.

 Sami planted a kiss on his forehead, wiping The Prizefighter’s tears.

 Kevin sniffled. “Sorry. I just thought if I could keep it together, you'd be–”

 Sami wiped his own tears away. “No, I'm sorry. That wasn’t fair of me...” He glanced at the floor. “But hearing that did make me feel better than you bottling it up for me...”

 I know it got us in trouble at times, but I'll miss your temper, too...

 “See, it's healthy!” Kevin asserted. “I guess we still need to work on the whole “communication” thing. For next time.”

 Sami sat down. “Yeah...” He smiled at the idea of a “next time”. “But seriously. Why didn't you tell Cody or Jey what was happening? Maybe they'd have gone easier on us.”

 “Would you have wanted to win because they threw it to us?” Kevin asked, sitting beside him.

 “...No...” In fact, that might've been what kept him from breaking the news, too.

 “Right. Neither would I. Plus, I kinda thought we could win, anyway. I mean, how many times have you and I kicked Jey's ass?”

 Sami couldn't help but snort. He smacked Kevin lightly in the chest. “Kevin! Be nice, he's my friend...”

 Kevin laughed. “But it's true!”

 Sami shook his head. What am I gonna do with you?

 For a moment, things felt normal again.

 Then he remembered.

 “I'm gonna miss you...” Sami said, resting his head against Kevin.

 “I’ll miss you, too...” Kevin said, putting his arm around him. “But I know you're gonna kill it without me,” The Prizefighter then got up and stood in front of him, cupping his face. “You're one of the best wrestlers in this whole damn business! I FREAKING LOVE YOU!” He declared.

 Sami looked up at him. “Yeah. And so will you. Because you're one of the best wrestlers in this whole damn business and I freaking love you!” He said, standing up and cupping his face in return.

 The quick but aggressive kiss that followed was inevitable.

 “You know, Sami...you still got me until the morning,” Kevin dipped him. “We can do whatever you want. Hit up that hipster vegan place you've been begging to try. Walk around town. Go...I don't know...dancing, maybe? Tonight I'm all yours to do with as you please...” He said, exaggeratedly wiggling his eyebrows.

 Sami laughed. He didn't know what had gotten into his partner, but it was fun. He ran his fingers through Kevin's hair. Kevin's eyes started to roll to the back of his head. “I love it, but honestly? I just want to go back to the hotel, order some food, and chill in bed with you. We could watch something, talk, whatever. So long as I can have you all to myself for as long as I still can.”

 Kevin put him back on his feet. “As you wish,” he said. “Just let me hit the showers before we go. I don't want one of your last memories of us riding together to be the rental reeking...”

(Later in the car, he would thank him for not wanting to go out. He didn't want to, either, but had gotten swept up in the moment.)

 Sami smiled. He didn't mind Kevin's post-fight musk, but he wouldn't stop him. “Okay, I still need to change, too.”

 Kevin nodded. He dug through his suitcase to find some clean regular clothes before stumbling on something. With a smirk, he tossed a wad of dark fabric at Sami. “Here. I want you to have this. For if you start missing me after I'm gone.”

 Sami unwadded it. It was Kevin's duct taped shirt. The one with sleeves still intact. “Kev, this is your favorite shirt. You live in this thing.”

 He shrugged. “Guess I'll need to find a new one,” he said with a wink before hitting the showers.

 Sami looked down at it. He hugged it to his chest, breathing in the familiar smell of his partner.

 We're gonna be together again, one day, he thought. Someway, somehow...we always do...