#codeman

[wrestlezaynia]

That interaction between Cody and Randy lasted 12 seconds and I could feel the sexual tension emanating from my computer monitor.

[fraxi0m]

we all know who's the only person in the world allowed to call cody codeman

[futbolfatale]

Wanna Watch A Scary Movie: Abigail

Diana Taurasi/Reader

Tags: Kidnapping, Gore, Fingering, Blooddrinking, death of side character, body horror,

Summary: You are hired to kidnap a child ballerina. You later meet her mother and maybe fall in love.

Wordcount: 3.4K

Two weeks ago, you had been approached by a man about an obscure job. You needed the money, so of course, you accepted. Which puts you currently on a street corner waiting for your ride. All the information you got was to be at this spot at 7:30 pm, and a man would pick you up. Seems like a great way to get kidnapped, but also a great way to make a lot of money. The iced tea in your hand has long since gone warm, yet you still hold onto it as a black car pulls up to the curb in front of you. The window rolls down, but the man inside doesn’t look at you. Once you're in the car, it pulls off before you have a chance to even buckle in.

You settle into the backseat before the man in the passenger seat looks back at you. His face is hardened, showing no emotion, making it hard to gauge what he is thinking. “Is the temperature alright back there?” The driver asks, turning back to look at you. He is the muscle clearly. He is a large man with a small brain, from what you can tell. “ The temperature is fine just fucking drive” The man is the passanger reponds his voice high and nasley. If he had let you respond, you would have said it was a little chilly, but it feels too late for that now. On the seat next to you sits a black case with your codeman written on it. Inside is the settitive man who hired you, had mentioned. 

The car pulls to a stop in front of a large house. The three of you step out, ski masks already on, and head into the building. The front door is unlocked, and all three of you Head of stairs, following the man from the passenger seat, he seems to be the assigned leader. The room he leads you into is a child's. There are dolls and books scattered all over, and from the pictures on the wall, she is only nine or ten. “Nobody said we were kidnapping a child,” You whisper to the self-ordained leader.”It’s a fucking kid if your going to walk fucking do it.” You don’t move. You can’t afford to walk, this money is what is going to keep your mother's mortgage paid. “Get in position over there,” He gestures to a corner, and you walk over there. The door opens and you have to hold back tears the girls just come home from a fucking dance retial and you about to ruin her fucking life. Her phone rings and she picks it up, bringing it to her ear. “Hi Mama,” She should be excited as she throws her stuff on the floor and bounces into bed. “ It was good, I had fun… Ya, I think so,” she settles into bed and pulls out a journal, opening it up on her lap. “No, not yet… Ya… Everything is great, Mama, I love you”. There is a pause as she listens to whatever her mom is saying. “Bye,” she tosses the phone, and that's when you pounce. The leader holds her down, but she stabs him with a pen, then the muscle holds her down while you jab her with the sedative.

The radio goes off, grabbing everyone's attention. “Incoming. It could be the mother,” A woman says. “Shit” The leader shoves the girl into a duffle bag. “They'll be at the door at ten. Should I take the shot?” A man asks over the coms. “Negative, hold your fire,” The leader says before guiding the way out of the house. He takes you out the back door, making a move for the back gate. “New pickup at the back gate,” your leader whispers over the coms. You make it out of the gate, the sniper joins you. “I think we are in the clear,” your leader states. That is when the lights flicker on and the sirens start blaring, cause of course, he had to jinx it. You make a break for the van, running like your life depends on it. All four of you, plus the girl, get in the van. You pull off your mask, happy to finally feel like you can breathe again.“Alright, kids, we aren’t out of the woods yet, we still need to get out of the city.” You leaders say, his words degrading. It's like he thinks he knows more than all of you combined. The rest of the drive passes in a blur with loud conversation and sharp turns.

The house you pull up to looks straight out of a horror movie. It’s surrounded by iron fencing and looks completely abandoned. The muscle picks up the girl, slinging her over his shoulder, as the group of you head inside to meet your boss. The house is even creepier inside, though it’s cool, it reminds you of a Victorian-style movie set. “Find a room, get the girl situated. Set up a look-out position. Meet back here in five,” the Boss orders, and you set off in search of an adequate room.

“For those of you who don’t know, I am Lambert. Each of you came highly recommended. And so far, those recommendations have paid off. The rules are the same as always no real names, no backstories, and keep the grab ass to a minimum. It is only a twenty-four-hour job, and the hard part is over. You’ll be the only one to talk to her, so she hears only one voice.” He says, pointing at you. “I just have one question: whose kid is she?” You ask curiously. You really want to know who you're about to be extorting and how much shit you'll be in if this goes south. “A very wealthy woman who is about to be 50 million dollars poorer. You’ll be safe here. And to be completely certain you can’t be tracked, I will be taking your phones.” He goes around collecting phones, some more reluctantly than others.

“Why can’t we use our real names?” Muscle asks. “ So if someone gets caught, they can’t rat anyone else out,” Your leader says. “ You want names, fine.”

“You're Frank,” He points to the leader.

“Dean,” The driver.

“Sammy,” The tech girl.

“Peter,” the muscle. 

“Kate,” He points to you. It's insulting that you don’t look anything like Kate.

“Don,” The sniper.

“There is clean bedding and light fires in the rooms. The kitchen and Bar are fully stocked. I’ll see you in 24 hours, my lovely pack of rats.” He shuts the doors after that, leaving you trapped here. “I’m going to find somewhere to lie down.” You turn and head up the stairs in search of a room to sleep in. You don’t acknowledge the disputed noises your crewmates make. They can go get drunk, but you don’t need that.

You find a bedroom just down the hall from where the girl is handcuffed. You throw yourself on the large bed and stare up at the ceiling. When you turn to lie on your side, you notice the portrait hanging on the wall. It depicts a tall woman with brown hair and a large nose standing next to a little blonde girl in a ballerina outfit. The portrait looks old, at least fifty years if not more. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” a voice whispers right into your ear. You turn to scream, unsure of who is behind you. Sammy didn’t sound like that, and the voice had definitely been feminine. A cold hand wraps around your mouth. “Don’t scream. I really don’t want to have to kill you,” the person behind you whispers. She removes her hand, and you lie there locked in place from fear alone. You try to pull away as if a blindfold is tied around your eyes. “Shhh. Just stay quiet, okay. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you make me.”The woman whispers her breath ghosting across your skin. 

“Who are you?” The words come out breathlessly. “ A very wealthy woman,” She whisper’s mirroring the earlier words. She rolls you onto your back, your legs spread. The position makes you feel exposed despite the clothing on your body. “That’s your daughter,” You say, the obvious question as the woman's lips ghost over your collarbones. “Yes.” She whispers before her tongue darts out, licking softly at the side of your neck. “What do you want?” You whisper a voice shaky from fear or arousal, you may never know. “First I am going to fuck you. Then I am going to kill your teammates slowly and excruciatingly. And after I’ve had my fill of playing with them, I will come back for you.” Something sharp pierces your neck, and you feel the blood oozing. It only lasts a moment, for then her mouth is there licking it up. “Why me?” you whisper before choking on your own words. Her hand slid between your legs and into your pants as you were talking. She rubs softly at your clit from outside the thin fabric of your underwear. “You’ll know soon enough. Now just lie back and let me help you.” She whispers against your skin. Her fingers find their way into your underwear and run slightly as your soaking entrance. Before you have much time to react, she slides two fingers in, and god, they are so big. They feel good inside you, like that’s where they are meant to be. 

A knock at the door pulls you from your sex addled mind. “It’s time to check on the girl. Can you get out here?” Frank shouts, now kicking your door. The man has no patience. The woman’s presence is gone. You long for her, though you shouldn’t. She admitted to a future attempt to kill your crewmates. But then again, she just gave you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.” I’m coming,” you crawl out of bed, pulling on the blindfold and throwing it on the bed behind you. You open the door and step out into the hall, pulling it shut behind you. He leads you into the girl's room wordlessly and stands outside as you slip in.

“What’s happening?” The girl whispers fearfully. You walk over and sit next to her on the bed. “Are you feeling okay?” you question, rubbing her arm in an attempt to be soothing. This would all be over soon, whether her mother kills everyone or your crew succeeds, this will be done within twenty-four hours. “Who are you?” she questions voice , still fearful. “You can call me Kate”. “Can you take off the blindfold? It’s really tight,” She questions softly. You pull your gator up to conceal your face before removing her blindfold. “Are your cuffs hurting you?” You question. She nods, and you have her sit up and move the cuffs so that her hands are in front of her. “What’s going on? Where is my mama?” She asks, tears gathering in her eyes. “The man we work for wants money from your mama. Once we get the money, we’ll give it back,” you explain, keeping your voice as even and calm as possible. “But my mama is here, I can smell her perfume. It’s on you. You're the one she told me about.” She switched from being fearful to thoughtful in a second. “What did she say about me, because as far as I know, I have never met your mother?” You ask curiously. Maybe she knows something about her mother's mysterious appearance and her threat. “You’ll know soon enough,” She whispers voice barely audible. “I have to go now, I will be back to check on you in a bit.” You stand and turn to walk to the door. You need a drink and to calm down. Surely it was just some fucked up dream. Maybe there was mold in that room, and it was poisoning your brain. “Kate,” she questions from her bed, causing you to turn around, hand still on the doorknob. “I’m sorry for what's about to happen to your friends,” which makes you hurry out of the room. The least you could do is warn them. Maybe they would just leave.

Frank is sitting at the bar alone, making him the perfect person to talk to first. You sit down next to him, waiting for a beat before the words finally burst from your lips. “Do you know who the girls’ mother is?”. You don’t even have to wait a moment for his reply. “No, do you?” the words sounding accusatory. “No, but from what she is insinuating, her mother is of a particularly violent nature. “Of course, she implied that she is terrified. Her goal is to rattle you.” He replies with a tone back to uncaring nature. “Well, I am inclined to believe and I hope that you take her threat seriously.” You push away from the bar and head off in the opposite direction. You're unsure of where you are going, but the need to get away from Frank's Idiocy is overwhelming. You find yourself in an industrial kitchen. It looks like it belongs in the back of a restaurant, not in the basement of this creepy mansion. “Are you tired? I will give you that.” You turn sharply, the woman from the bedroom is now sitting on the edge of the counter, looking at you expectantly. “They wouldn’t listen.” You shake your head, rage boiling inside of you. “They never do. You can’t blame yourself.” She looks up, hair falling behind her, so you get the first clear view of her face. She has a strong jawline, a large nose, and freckled cheeks. “How often are you doing this?” How many people have been in your exact position. “Every so often, Abigail finds it amusing, and I love my baby.” She pushes off the counter and walks towards you. That's when it hits how truly large she is. Tall and not only that, but built as well. She cups your face before tilting you to look at her. “When things start to get really messy, just go back to bed and lock the door; you’ll be safe there. Sometimes Abigail goes a little overboard. Wouldn’t want you to get caught up in the crossfire.” She taps your nose, a condescending smile taking over her face. Shouting from upstairs draws your attention, and when you turn back to her, she is already gone. 

“What is going on?” You ask, spotting Frank trying to open the door. “What’s going on is that little crotch demon we kidnapped is fucking Diana Taurasi’s daughter.” That’s where you recognized that woman from. She had been on the news multiple times, but the photos were always of poor quality. “Who is Diana Taurasi?” Sammy asks, slopping her gum loudly. “She is your worst fucking nightmare. Nobody even knows how big her empire is.” Frank's pacing puts you even more on edge. “So is she like some crime boss?” Sammy questions nervously. “Now we all have a death mark,” Don pipes up. “What if we just give her back?” Sammy proposes. “Here is your daughter back, mistress Antichrist, so sorry,” Frank mocks. “UH, Where is Dean?” Peter asks, glancing around at all of us. “Fucking Shit of course. Spread out and find him.” Frank orders something annoyed. It takes all of ten minutes before you stumble upon his decapitated body. His head lies on the ground a few feet away. The sight alone urges you to vomit, but then the stench hits you, and you vomit all over the floor.

—--

“It looks like a wild fucking animal ripped him apart” Frank is practically shouting while investigating the body. “It’s her. She said her mother was dangerous.” You whisper, finally able to hold in your bile. “There are rumors that Diana Taurasi isn’t fully human. And there is plenty of evidence if you believe in those things,” Don adds. “We should check on the girl,” Sammy whispers, unable to tear her eyes away from the body.

You slip into the bedroom, leaving your crewmates outside as you go to sit on the edge of the bed. “What’s going on?” She whimpers. Her acting isn’t very good, or maybe you're just better attuned to it now. “Someone just beheaded one of my crewmates, and I need to know why.” You try to harden your voice to seem like you have everything under control. “Mama already told you why. It’s not my fault if you aren’t a very good listener.” Her voice is teasing as if she is only trying to piss you off. “Why are you doing this to me?” You whisper, allowing your walls to crack slightly. “Let me go, and this can all be over. “She promised, and you stood back. You know yourself too well, and the offer is far too tempting.

“What did she tell you?” Frank asks as soon as you step into the hall. “Nothing useful, just how we already know why we are here. I don’t have any clue.”. You run a hand through your hair in frustration. “Then we will need to get rough with her,” Frank smirks as if this is what he wanted the whole time. Peter stalks into the room, and you follow after him, trying to slow him down. “Don’t hurt her, this isn’t part of the job,” You shout, trying to drag him out by his bicep. “ The jobs over you, idiot. This is life or death now,” Frank taunts before pulling a gun on Abigail. “I wouldn’t, my mama really doesn’t like guns.” Abigail's voice is sickly sweet. “Well, your mama isn’t here, is she?” Frank fires a warning shot into the wall beside the bed, startling all of you. A gurgling sound beside you gathers your attention.

When you turn around, Don is on the ground convulsing and clutching his throat, blood is spilling out all over the floor. You scream so loud your ears pop, and when you turn back to Abigail, she is free from her handcuffs. As you turn to run, she jumps on Peter, biting into him. You take off down the hall, Sammy hot on your heels. “What the fuck. We kidnapped a vampire ballerina.” Her shouts are mostly drowned out by your racing heart. You reach the bedroom and the two of you make it inside before you lock the door. “What the fuck” Sammy crys her voice panicky. You just hope that what Diana said is true. “Let me in,” Frank shouts, pounding on the door. Sammy’s eyes dart to you, and you shake your head in response. He is as good as dead already. He screams, and there is a thud. Then the door handle jiggles. You can’t look away, but god, you want to. The sound of a key scraping against metal fills the air before the door is pushed open with a creak.

There she stands, Diana Tuarasi, in all her glory. She is drenched in blood, and her once white hoodie is stained, and her basketball shorts are better off, but not by much. “Did you think you could lock me out, baby?” Diana questions a faux pout on her lips. “What’s happening?” Sammy whispers, her eyes darting between the two of you. She stalks closer until your faces are only inches apart. “I told you I would come back to you” Her hand sneaks around grabbing a handful of your ass. You gasp in surprise, leaning into her. “Abigail, take your snack to your room.” Diana doesn’t break eye contact with you as she speaks. “What, wait no please,” Sammy screams, her body collapsing to the floor as Abigail drags her away. The door slams, and Sammy’s screaming drifts further and further away. 

“You are absolutely filthy, baby. Come on,” Diana pulls you into the bathroom. You can’t read her expression, you wonder if this is all just some sick game. Convince you that you're special, that you are final girl material, only to kill you. She starts to draw a bath, but you drift to the doorway just in case you have to run. Not that you would make it very far. “Are you finally going to tell me why you're doing this to me?” Your voice is low and soft. “You're my mate, it is as simple as that. Abigail wants you around because you will be the only one ever capable of carrying my blood children. She’s always wanted a little sister.” Diana doesn’t look up as she speaks. “Don’t think too much about it, you don’t have much choice in that matter anyway.”

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[codysdaily]

“Good luck tonight” - Cody

“Thanks Codeman” - Randy

No one talk to me Im sobbing. They’re so cute I can’t

[unintentionaloracle]

Stress Toy (Part 3) [Fic]

Here we go, part 3 a day early because I'm eager!

(First part here, last chapter here)

Summary: The European Tour is in full swing. The SmackDown locker room speculates on why Cody seems to be so happy lately. Sami makes a surprise appearance backstage, looking for Cody. Cody might be feeling himself, lately, but are he and Drew flying too close to the sun, tonight? (Past Candy mentioned/one-sided Candy)

Part 3: Drink The Gossip

 It was a few weeks past Elimination Chamber, during the European Tour. Drew was well into his rivalry with Damian. He may not have been getting to WrestleMania the easy way, but he was certainly getting there. Cody was holding his own against Cena, despite the paranoia of when he or Rock would show up. He kept it together, for the most part, for the cameras: the ever defiant champ of the people. 

 They didn't need to know about the stress he was under. Or his outlet for it.

---

 Drew was celebrating another victory under his belt at catering, having successfully pinned Andrade at the top of the show. Sure, he'd gotten into a scuffle with Damian after (heaven forbid Drew pin Andrade’s arm between the steel steps and the post, then try and Claymore kick his head into said post), but it wasn't getting him down. Even when Damian glared at him.

 (The catering truce from Elimination Chamber had carried over to SmackDown and expanded to the whole roster. A necessity when the whole men’s tag division hated each other.)

 Despite the somewhat uneasy air (especially when Kevin graced backstage with his presence for the first time in forever, earning Randy's ire), Drew happily helped himself to some baked goods and a coffee. Cody hurried into catering, clearly still buzzing from a heated exchange with Cena at the top of the show that ended in Cody hitting him with a CrossRhodes. He made his way to the spread table. “Oh, good. I didn't miss out on these!” He said, leaning over and grabbing some pastries.

 Drew briefly glanced at Cody, trying not to be obvious that he was checking out Cody's pinstriped ass. Cody, however, caught him. As soon as his back was turned to everyone, he shot Drew a flirtatious look as he bit into one of the pastries. He winked.

 Is he...teasing me?

 Cody started to leave. Randy stood up. “Hey, Codeman! You're not sticking around?”

 Cody turned around, his face stuffed. (Why is he adorable? It's annoying.) He swallowed as Drew became very interested in the inside of his coffee cup. Then Cody shook his head.

 “Sorry, Randy. I've got a lot of stuff to sort out and I need the privacy, ya know? Like my agent keeps insisting on trying to get me an audition for this movie, but I've got a meet and greet that day and, you know...” He flashed his title belt to Randy. “There's no such thing as free time for me, especially during WrestleMania season. So I need to try and finally shut that down.”

 “Okay, but if you need anything...or Cena and Rock try to jump you...”

 “I know, Randy. I've got you on speed dial.” Cody said with a smile. Then he left for his bus.

 Suddenly, Sami arrived, to everyone's surprise. “Cody, wai–!” He shouted after him as Cody seemed to speed up. Sami sighed, rubbing at his soft neck brace.

 Everyone stared at him. Sami looked a bit sheepish. “Uh...hi guys?”

 “SAMI!” Every self-proclaimed good guy (and even some of the so called “heels”) cheered, rushing to hug him as best they could. Even Naomi, who was losing it (to put it lightly), gave her “honorary uce-in-law” a kiss on the cheek. Sami turned pink from all the love.

 Drew, however, hung back. As did Kevin, who stayed at his table alone and picked at his food. Drew scooted over to him quietly.

 “You good, Kevin?”

 Kevin looked up at him like he'd asked the stupidest question in the world. “Of course I am. We know where we stand with each other...” He said, eyes settling on–and never leaving–the sight of Sami being adored. He seemed almost wistful. Or even like he still loved the bastard.

 Oh God, here we go again... Drew thought as he turned to watch the annoying love fest subside.

 “Why are you even here? Did you get transferred to SmackDown? Are you medically cleared?” Jimmy asked, excitedly doing his secret handshake with his honorary uce/fellow Roman bootlicker.

 “Sorry, neither, but I'm here as a guest. I even got Aldis to okay it,” Sami said. “I've been trying to talk to Cody for weeks! But he hasn't answered any of my calls or texts, so I decided to try and talk to him face-to-face.”

 “So you flew all the way to Europe...just to talk to Cody?” Damian asked.

 “Yeah...that's the only reason I'm here...” Sami said, eyes darting to Kevin.

 (Drew rolled his eyes. They were doing this crap, again. You two just broke up! Just freaking get married at this point...)

 Kevin got up, taking his plate with him. “I'm going back to my car,” he declared, making a point to brush past Sami as he left and dumped his food in the trash. Randy immediately stood protectively in front of Sami after, as if to make sure Kevin didn't turn around and try and finish the job from Elimination Chamber.

 “You know, come to think of it,” Chelsea said, as her Secret Hervice Slaygents, Piper and Alba, stoically did her nails and offered her a drink through a straw, respectively. “Cody has been acting weird these last few weeks...”

 “Yeah, no, you'd think he'd be crashing out way worse...” Jade noted.

 (“HE DERAILED MY SHOW!” Miz protested from the sink, falling on deaf ears.)

 “Wonder what's up with him? Think he got into crystals or something?” Chelsea mused.

 “Or drugs.” Piper suggested, earning a nod from Alba.

 “Maybe he got one of those meditation apps or something?” Jimmy threw out there, Naomi and Sami nodding along encouragingly.

 “Or he realized he was an idiot and secretly sold his soul after all, am I right, Melo?” Miz said, putting his arm on Carmelo's shoulder. Carmelo shoved him off with an eyeroll.

 “I think he finally remembered to do those breathing exercises he used to do when we were a tag team!” R-Truth said.

 Damian patted his shoulder. “Truth, buddy...that was his brother Goldust, not Cody.” 

 “You sure?”

 LA Knight finally spoke up, swaggering to the center of the room with the extra cockiness one got when you recently won a title. “My guess is, Cody finally got himself laid.”

 Randy crunched his cup in his hand. Drew hid his smirk with a drink.

 Damian nearly spat out his own drink. “Damn it, LA! You can't just say that!” He said, wiping off his face with his hand before rubbing said hand on his jeans. “Look, what's up with Cody is none of our business...” Damian said.

 “Honestly. It's kinda immature to gossip about him...” Sami said.

 “What, I can't mention he's swaggering around like he did?” LA Knight asked, stubbornly clinging to his theory. Chelsea seemed to be contemplating it.

 “He's not screwing anyone!” Randy said, defensively.

 As Drew started to feel his smug delight devolve into concern they'd figure it out, his phone buzzed in his jacket’s chest pocket. He checked the text notification:

 Come to the bus. Now.

 Drew quietly slipped out as the gossip continued, passing a lingering Kevin (Guess he's not immune to this, either...), then made his way to the bus Cody was using for the European tour (sadly, it lacked a shower at all). He knocked on the door to the rhythm of Cody's old theme: Smoke and Mirrors. 

 He heard a hasty scurrying from inside, the door unlock, then scurrying again. “Come on in.”

 Drew entered the darkened bus, locking the door behind him. “I think we need to work on our poker faces, Cody. They're noticing your good mood and LA’s joking you finally lost your virginity...”

 Cody chuckled from the dark. “We both know I punched that card a long time ago...”

 “Yeah. I still remember the “things Randy used to do to me” feedback you gave me when we were dating...” Drew noted as he flipped on the light switch. “But you were the one who said we needed to keep things on the down lo–” Drew turned his head...

 ...and was greeted by the sight of Cody, lounging on the bed, completely naked.

 Drew's brain stopped working for a moment. “Damn, you are in a good mood...” He said.

 Cody smirked, getting up and waltzing over to him. “Yep. Because someone is good at his job...”

 “I...isn't this flying a bit too close to the sun?” Drew said as Cody pressed closer, trying to resist only out of pride.

 “Maybe...but like you said: I'm in a good mood. I wanna enjoy getting a victory over Cena before things get bad again...” Cody said, running his hand along Drew's heart. He smirked when he felt it racing. “How do you feel about that?”

 “I feel like I wanna devour you...” Drew said, not letting his brain do anymore of that pesky thinking. Pride be damned.

 Cody traced his finger down his torso as he looked up at him. “And what if I told you that's exactly what I want, tonight?” He purred, undoing Drew’s kilt and playing with the hem of his shirt.

 Oh, he hadn’t seen this bratty side of Cody in years! This was going to be fun. As he let his kilt fall to the floor, Drew threw off his jacket and kicked off his boots. Cody peeled Drew's shirt off. Drew scooped Cody up in a straddling fashion before nipping at his neck and digging his nails into his back and thigh, eliciting a moan from Cody.

 “Then I'd have no choice but to give you what you asked for...” He growled against his skin.

---

 The gossip didn't seem to be dying down. Catering had become a high school cafeteria at this point, all it needed was a food fight. Only this time Kevin won't get pied in the face... Sami mused to himself, trying not to think about how adorable he looked when he pouted about it.

 Randy turned to Sami. “You wanted to talk to Cody, right?”

 Sami nodded. “Yeah, sorry I caused this mess...”

 Randy shook his head. “It's no problem. We're all just glad you're okay, again. C'mon, I can take you to his bus...”

 “He's on his bus? Not his locker room?” Everyone knew the parking lot was the most dangerous place to hang out in, even when the show was pretty much over. Hell, Cody should've known that, given what went down with Kevin.

 “The bus has more exits.” Randy said simply. “And if he needs to use it as a weapon...”

 Sami nodded. It was unhinged, but he got the logic. He followed closely as they made their way to the parking lot, nerves fluttering in his stomach at the thought of finally getting to talk to Cody. He knew things had been weird between them since The Rumble, but he wanted to try and fix them if he could. Especially if Cody knew that he–

 They heard the sound of the bus rocking. Randy and Sami immediately started running towards it, assuming Cody got ambushed. There were grunts coming from inside. Randy tried to open the door, only to find it locked. “Damn it! I don't have a key to this bus!”

 They heard Cody cry out, followed by another’s. Randy immediately went for plan B and shoulder checked the door open as Sami contemplated the...tone of the cries...

 Randy determinedly dragged Sami along into the bus.

 Stuff started to click. “Randy, I don't think he's–!”

 The wrestlers were greeted by the sight of Drew being straddled by Cody; both were naked, panting, sweaty, and entangled together in an upright embrace. Neither seemed to notice them (especially Cody, whose scratched back was turned to them). Drew nuzzled into Cody's neck. Sami tried to cover their lower halves from his vision with his hand, otherwise frozen in shock.

 “Did I hurt you?” Drew purred, rubbing his back.

 Cody shook his head.

 “Are you gonna behave from now on?” He said, his hand travelling lower to rub his backside.

 Cody nodded.

 “Good. You did so good, beautiful...” Drew said, kissing his shoulder.

 Sami tried to turn to an even more stunned Randy around to escape before they were noticed, but it was too late. Drew's eyes flitted from Cody to his unwitting, unwilling audience. At first, he glared at them, especially Sami. Then he locked onto Randy and smirked.

 “Cody,” he said sweetly. “I hate to drag you out of this headspace you're in, but we unfortunately have guests...”

 Cody stiffened. “Wha–?”

 Drew leaned back a little, “Randy, Sami, don't you know how to knock?”

 Cody turned around. His eyes filled with fear when he saw the two of them. He yelped and grabbed the sheet, holding it to his chest as if THAT was the part of him they (well, Sami) hadn't seen before. “SAMI!?” He exclaimed. Then he looked at Randy. “Randy?”

 “Cody?” Randy asked, confused and a little hurt.

 Sami grabbed Randy. “Sorry! We'll just let you finish...this...” He gestured to the two of them, “...and talk to you later!” He added with a forced cheerfulness, dragging Randy out of the bus. “And, uh...sorry about the door!”

 Sami closed the door as he heard Cody say “Really? You couldn't have said something sooner!?” Randy stared at the asphalt.

 “What the hell?” He glanced at Sami. “Are you okay with that!?”

 Sami shook his head. “My alleged friend is apparently boning a guy who hates me? Why would I be? But I'm not looking to get Claymored by McIntyre when he's got his dick out!” He took a deep breath, holding up his hands. “I'm sure there's an explanation, we just gotta be calm about this.”

 Even though I'm freaking out...

 They heard the door open. “Come in,” Cody called. Sami and Randy obeyed. They entered to find Drew sitting casually in the bed in just his kilt. Cody was pulling his shirt on and thankfully had pants on. “So...” He said, laughing nervously. “What do you wanna ta–”

 “Actually, I want to talk to Drew privately. You and Sami can talk, though.” Randy said, glaring at an amused Drew.

 Cody paled, which made Sami feel a gnawing dread. “Uh, sure, I guess. Sami and I can talk outside...” Cody made his way to the door as Randy went towards Drew. “You and I will definitely talk later, Randy.”

 “Of course.”

 Drew condescendingly shooed Sami with his hand. “I'll see you in a bit, Cody.” He said, winking at him. Cody looked annoyed, despite his blush.

 Sami put on his poker face. He hurried Cody out. “Glad we all agree. Have a good talk, guys.” He closed the door behind him after he left the bus. He turned to Cody and immediately dropped his façade.

 “Cody, what the hell!?”

[To Be Continued]

[luxinwonderland]

this fib; he loathes the nickname “Codeman? okaaayyy.. he’d prob. cry if Randy stopped calling him that

“that’s what Randy Orton means to me.. ”

Randy = Forever = Randy

above photo credit: @fraxiOm ☝🏼

looking sad + adorable thinking about his man

[heel-samizayn]

A lot of my wrestling story complaints come down to the fact that storytelling serves to explain the booking, not the other way around.

Matches are booked in advance and creative plots to that end. The leadup doesn't need to make perfect sense. Just needs to lead to a match.

Things get selectively highlighted or ignored based on what's necessary to build one main current narrative.

(Kevin I'm looking at you. Your friendship with Cody wasn't highlighted during Rumble 23. Why would Codeman jump to your defense? During that time, the story was singularly focused on KO, Sami and the Bloodline. Bringing up an unearned grudge against Cody @ Rumble 23 is weak writing, but the character motives work for wrestling, I guess, because all that matters is conflict resulting in a match)

This persistently causes wonkiness and inconsistency.

Your arm gets twisted into taking wrestling at face value, to enjoy it for what it is. I'll be perpetually disappointed/annoyed if I compare it to how a series or film progresses. They're apples and oranges. (wrestling being apples because of the cumbersome inedible core that structures the apple)

[anonybaby]

And I quote:

Cody: good luck tonight.

Randy: thanks Codeman.

Hello?!?!?!?! CODEMAN?!? I think yes!!!! I AM SICKENED!!!!!! 😩😩😩❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 they look amazingggggg next to each other. I cannot!! Being all coy n shit to boot?!? EWWWW.

@randyortonofficial @codystonguepiercing @luxinwonderland @stripeydani @hypno-bear-tini rejoicing with y’all on this glorious day!!! 😫🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[miru-has-thoughts]

Randy loves his codeman

They have nicknames

Lawd...candy is so real!!!!!

[fusrotem-blog]

Had lots of fun drawing @super-codeman’s Angel! For ahead and follow them for peak art and music!

[wrestlezaynia]

Cody: "As much as I loathe the nickname "Codeman" it's a moment I will cherish forever, because that's what Randy Orton means to me."

Sami: "He doesn't like being called "Kev," fun fact."

[randyortonofficial]

title: we’re not built for relationships (just each other) (click here to be taken to the ao3 version) pairing: randy orton/cody rhodes word count: 8368 description: It's been two years since Cody left WWE, and coincidentally, two years since he saw Randy Orton. When Randy suddenly calls Cody one day asking to catch up over dinner, the both of them have to address all the unfinished business they left behind.

There were a lot of nerves announcing All In.

It’s the first wrestling event outside of WWE to be held in such a high regard but Cody is ambitious and he’s been working nonstop at all of this ever since he left WWE a couple years ago. Every day, he thinks about how he can increase the stock of his name and every day, he wonders how he can improve, how he can better himself not just professionally, but in his personal life as well.

Even then, however, the All In event is his baby. This is the chance to show everyone what wrestling is truly capable of and showcase those stars that don’t want to relinquish themselves to the bland, uninspiring world of sports entertainment that is World Wrestling Entertainment, at least in Cody’s words. This is a big fucking deal for everyone, but especially Cody.

One phone call from Randy Orton, however, makes all those nerves he had about All In seem very insignificant.

“What’s up, Codeman?”

Cody sighs and rolls his eyes. “You know I hate that name,” he murmurs.

“All the more reason to call you it.”

Cody and Randy have been best friends for a long time. Even if they haven’t met up in person since Cody’s left WWE, the both of them have just been busy, Cody moreso, and that’s okay. Life happens, and Cody doesn’t get in his feelings about it, not anymore. He’s older now, smarter now, and more in control himself. They’ve still tweeted at each other and texted and what not, and it’s always fine when they do.

“You never call people. What’s wrong? Your back finally gave out to the billions of RKO’s you gave?”

“Not yet,” Randy tells him. “Hopefully never.”

“So what’s going on?”

“I’m in town. We should catch up.”

Though there is a reason why they haven’t met up in person since Cody’s left WWE.

Cody bites at his lip and looks over to Brandi on the couch. With a deep breath, he begins to walk away from the kitchen and out into their backyard, big and beautiful under a beautiful, sunny day to really top it off. “What uh, what did you have in mind?”

“Just get dinner? Talk? It’s been like, what, two years?” Randy chuckles. “C’mon, I wanna see you.”

“Random question and totally unrelated,” Cody says, “but how are you and Kim?”

“She’s good. Taking care of me since I injured my shoulder, but I wanted to give her a break so I decided to come to Florida-”

“By yourself?”

“Hotel room and all.”

The adrenaline in Cody’s soul lights up all over to send flares of heat throughout, because Randy is in Cody’s state alone and he’s in a hotel room-

“Just um.” Cody swallows and shoves a hand into the pocket of his sweats to dig his nails into his thigh. “Just the two of us at dinner?”

“We’ll go to a nice steakhouse. Remember when we went to Stonewood-”

“Grill and Tavern,” Cody finishes quickly. “Yeah, was uh, that the plan?”

“You in? You all in, I should say.”

Cody’s mind is telling him no.

He absolutely should not go out to see Randy under any circumstances. He should stay here at home with his beautiful girlfriend and their adorable dogs, far far away from any temptation that Randy is very good at instilling with one look from those steel blue eyes. There’s a reason why he hasn’t been alone with Randy since he left WWE, and following that, why he left WWE.

It would be a terrible idea to see him alone at a restaurant and talk.

Randy doesn’t just want to talk. He’s Randy fucking Orton, he hates talking.

Cody knows all of this logically. He knows this is the smart choice to make.

So he’s incredibly upset with himself when he says, “sure. See you at like, 7?”

“Sounds good. See you in a few hours.”

After saying their goodbyes, Cody shoves his phone into the pocket of his sweats before plopping himself down into the nearby chair and running his hands down his face. His hands clasp together right in front of his nose and mouth and his fingers tap against each other as he stares out into the backyard he and Brandi have helped cultivate together. He takes a deep breath before closing his eyes.

He needs to calm that adrenaline coursing through him. It’s just dinner, and he can control himself. He’s moved on, and Randy has married Kim since then. They’re like, super totally official now so maybe it really is just best friends catching up.

This is what Cody tells himself, but deep down in the part of his mind he’s tried so hard to shut out, he knows their business is unfinished.

Cody can’t keep lying to himself when he sees Randy walking towards their table, in black pants and a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a rare, genuine smile spread across his lips.

“Suits really are all you wear now, huh?” Randy laughs and spreads out his arms. “C’mon, it’s been awhile.”

He forces a chuckle as he stands up from the booth to let Randy pull him in with those big, strong arms. Despite himself, Cody is easily relaxing into him, eyes falling shut and his hold on Randy tightening. The scent of Randy’s cologne, a Saint Laurent cologne Cody had bought him a few years ago, stabs Cody right in the heart but Randy soothes it when he murmurs into his ear, “I missed you.”

“Yeah,” Cody breathes. “I missed you too.”

Randy gives Cody a squeeze before he pulls away for them to look into each other’s eyes, though their hands stay on each other’s shoulders. The smile is no longer on his face, but he’s rather contemplative as he looks Cody over in his outfit; blue suit vest and pants, a white button up, and a yellow tie. It gives Cody time to do an appraisal of his own but he come to the conclusion that he always does, which is that Randy is fucking sexy in absolutely anything and it was stupid to pretend otherwise.

“You look good.” Randy nods and lets go of Cody to shove his hands into the pockets of his pants. “I like that uh, you wear suits all the time now,” he chuckles.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” Cody awkwardly clasps his hands in front. “Black’s always been your color and don’t say it’s because your soul is black-”

“Damn, you really do know me, huh?”

“That doesn’t change just because we haven’t seen each other in a few years.”

“Just surprised. Haven’t found someone that’s known me like you.” Randy bites at his lip and looks up at Cody with wide eyes. “Besides Kim-”

“Goes without saying.” Cody nods politely. “Yeah. um… should we sit?”

“That’s a good idea.”

They both slide into the booth on opposite sides to begin looking through their menus. Cody had their drinks ordered before Randy arrived, so they sip them as they read through the options, though Cody already knows what he wants. He’s just afraid to look up to Randy’s eyes staring back at him and see something in them that’ll just lead further into that pesky temptation Randy is so good at instilling.

While Randy hasn’t let being in a relationship stop him, Cody being in his own relationship does.

“So just dinner, right?” Cody asks. “Just don’t think our respective significant others want us out so late,” he forces a chuckle. “Congrats on tying the knot with Kim, by the way. Don’t think I ever gave my kudos.”

“Thanks, man,” Randy chuckles as he leans back into the booth with those big arms crossed over his chest. “She’s a lucky woman, and I’m a lucky man. Um,” he clears his throat, “But how’s life been with you? What are you up to these days?”

Cody knows Randy knows, but he also knows Randy is just trying to make polite conversation and it’s better that then talk about anything deeper. However, he would have thought Randy would want to go on and on about his wife.

But Randy is just like that sometimes.

“Yeah, uh, life’s been good.” Cody nods and moves his eyes to the other page, though he’s not paying any real attention. “I’ve been making a pretty good name for myself on the indies, and attaching myself to the Bullet Club definitely helps,” he chuckles. “That really raised my stock, and, you know, now I’m running my own show with them and-”

“Just like your dad.” Randy smiles. “He’d be really proud of you.”

Cody swallows. He bites at his lip before setting down the menu and clasping his hands on top the table. “Thank you,” he says just above a whisper.

“Like, you really have come so far. I was pretty upset when you left WWE but to see you thrive and like, do your own thing and make a name for yourself, like you said, it’s great to see you succeeding.”

“Yeah.” Cody nods. “And uh, I was born to be like, a WWE guy, so it’s cool to get away from it and set myself apart. Really develop my skills better.”

“You’re really living up to your potential. You think you might like, come back to WWE at all later down the line? Some guys do that, get better in the indies and then come back to WWE and it’s like, Vince and everyone has so much more respect-”

“I’m good with where I am right now.” Cody quirks a grin and looks up to Randy, though his eyes take a quick detour to those big, tattooed arms that he can still vividly remember being wrapped around him, or beside him, or holding him down, and that’s when Cody takes a long, long sip of his water because he really needs to quell that thirst.

Randy does too.

“Um.” Cody licks his lips. “I mean, I guess you can never say never though? I dunno, but the Bullet Club is treating me right and I think we have a lot to offer. Also, like, my girlfriend - Brandi? You remember Brandi, right?”

“Ring announcer?”

“Yeah. She wants to make a name for herself too and I wanna help her with that. More than anything though, I wanna see All In to the end,” he chuckles before sighing and running his hands down his face. “God, that’s been all I think about. I want it to go well so fucking bad and I’m fucking relieved we sold out all our tickets-”

“Half an hour, right?” Randy smirks. “Fucking impressive.”

“Was not expecting it.” Cody shakes his head. “But that means expectations are high and we both know that wrestling fans can be so fickle over the weirdest shit.”

“Those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”

“Are you seriously quoting Dr. Seuss?”

“It was good advice. I’m not questioning where good advice comes from.”

“What’s the saying? Consider the source?”

“A children’s book author? Yeah, I’d say I trust the source.”

“Is that something you do a lot? Read children’s books?”

“I am a dad…” Randy smirks then and tilts his head to look Cody over again. “And if you can believe it, others consider me a daddy.”

For a few seconds, his heart is pounding. His breath is caught in his chest, and all he can think about is how easy it would be to fall back into their old habits and to just kiss him like they never ever stopped. That name brings Cody all the way back to the start, to the night where their friendship changed forever, to which it would then progress every day until they’d lay in each other’s arms and talk about their hopes, their fears, and their deepest desires despite their relationships with other people.

Every day spent thinking about each other, every night spent with their names falling from the other’s lips, and every second taking risks and letting their hearts take over while their heads play catch up.

Cody swallows heavily and sets his hands to his sides. He digs his fingers into his thighs and clenches his jaw before giving Randy his attention again. “You know what happens when we meet up,” he says quietly. “Did you really wanna catch up, or is there something more to this?”

That confident facade of Randy’s falls completely as they lock eyes for what feels like an eternity. Though the world is busy around them, they might as well be the only two people in this restaurant. Cody can only see Randy, smell Randy, and hear him, and the rest is a blur he can’t even comprehend.

Randy takes in a deep breath before breathing out, “I missed you.” He rolls his lips back between his teeth and after letting go, he says, in a slightly wavering voice, “I just - I needed to see you.”

It's both everything and nothing Cody ever wanted to hear. He knows how badly he desires Randy, but he also knows that desire is an all consuming fire that wrecks everything in their path. What they have is so intensely passionate that nothing else compares, but he's-

"I miss you too," he breathes out in admission. "But you're married," Cody reminds him quietly. "And I'm..." He takes in a shuddering breath. "I'm dating Brandi. Randy, we - we were hooking up behind Kim’s back before you married her," he chuckles humorlessly and bites at his lip before looking down to the table. "I just - Randy, what we were doing - what we had, that’s…” He shakes his head, and after a few moments, he looks back to Randy. “That’s not something we can do forever, it’s - it’s not feasible-”

“Cody, I want you to be happy,” Randy tells him, low and quiet. “I really do. You deserve the best, and you deserve it all, I want you to have everything, but… Cody, man, I can’t help it.” He shakes his head and bites his lip. “I still want you, and I want this, we’re - it’s a compulsion, we’re like magnets-”

“So why did you get married then?” Cody asks. “Why did you marry Kim if you still want me?”

“She was easy?” Randy huffs out a breath and runs his hands down his face. “It was - it was the easiest option, it was the safest choice-”

"The easiest option," Cody repeats in a humorless chuckle, and he has to shake his head to himself at the sheer audacity of Randy saying that to him. “You don’t even love her?”

“I do, I just don’t think I love her enough.”

He's always known Randy has had rocky times with his love life. Hell, this is his second marriage after his divorce in 2013, and that divorce was what led to him and Cody hooking up in the first place, so yeah, Cody is well aware of his tumultuous love life and how much Randy likes easy and safe. Cody just took solace in the fact that he never had to experience the tumultuous nature of it, not until he did.

"So, um, why wasn't I easy?" Cody looks back to him. "Or safe, like you always used to say? Or when uh, you've told me before that I know you better than anyone else? What about us, Randy, isn't easy or safe?" He almost spits the words out.

Randy’s eyes canvas all of Cody’s face and he clenches his jaw seeing the betrayal that’s etched all over. His tongue pokes around the inside of his cheek as he hangs his head, now unable to meet Cody’s gaze as he shakes his head. “I don’t know, Cody,” he says quietly. “I don’t - I don’t…” Randy bites hard at his lip now before closing his eyes. “Look, do we have to do this here? Can’t we talk privately?”

“So we can do it all over again?” Cody’s grin is bitter. “You uh, take me back and you fuck me into the bed, y-you tell me all the sweetest things in the world, a-about how you wanna be with me, and take care of me, that nobody can ever feel the way I do and that I’m special and one of a kind,” he wipes at his wet eyes, “before taking me into your arms and holding me close, and telling me that, th-that you want to do this forever just to stay with her?” his voice cracks as he gasps out, his grin having fallen completely. “And then we go back to being friends, l-like you didn’t just pour out your heart to me the night before?”

“I know I fucked up, Cody,” Randy breathes out before opening his eyes. “And I… I’ve spent so much time thinking about that. The last thing I’ve ever wanted was to hurt you-”

“I would’ve gave you everything,” Cody whispers as he shakes his head. “I would’ve done it so quick, Randy-”

“I know, man,” his voice shakes a little as he looks up to Cody, his eyes wet. “Seriously, we can’t talk about this here, all of this, and us, we deserve a place to like, actually talk about this, don’t we?”

Cody swallows and looks off to the side. His hand comes up to stroke down his tie while he thinks on that, because he supposes a conversation with his best friend about the weird thing they had a few years ago is worth a private discussion so they can say how they feel with no watching eyes.

But it also means they’ll be alone, and they know what happens whenever they’re alone together. It’s like Randy said - it’s like a compulsion, like magnets.

Grabbing hard at his tie, Cody clarifies, “you said you had a hotel room?”

“Yeah. I’m here for a few days.”

“How’d you get here?”

“Took an Uber.”

There’s silence for a few moments. Then, with a deep breath and against the voices in his head screaming no, Cody takes out his wallet to drop a bill onto the table and tells him, “we’ll take my car there.”

The ride back was uncomfortably silent with the tension that weighed heavily in the air, but thankfully, the hotel is close by. The hotel room itself is as big as a small one bedroom apartment. The main area is large with a huge flat screen TV, there’s a wet bar by the spacious kitchen, and Cody can see into the private bedroom with the large king bed.

Hopefully, it’ll end up there-

Cody immediately slams his eyes shut and scrunches his face before running his hands back through his hair. “Do you have anything to drink-”

“Something sweet? Maybe with strawberries?”

He can’t help the fond breath through his nose at the mention of his favorite drink choice. “Preferably,” he mumbles. “Think I’m gonna need a lot of alcohol for this conversation.”

“Probably a good idea,” Randy sighs as he goes over to begin pouring their drinks. “Where do you wanna sit? The couch? My bed? My lap?”

Cody opens his eyes to glare over at Randy. “How do you have the audacity to make jokes after what we said at the restaurant?”

“I was just trying to-”

“Lighten the mood to take away from the years of pain you’ve given me? We’re long past that point now. There’re no amount of jokes or special entendres you can make to distract from that, y-you led me on for years, Randy, you led me on behind Kim’s back-”

“I’m in love with you.”

“- and you made me think that what we were doing was going to go somewhere and…” Cody stops then as Randy hands him his drink and furrows his eyebrows, eyes wandering all over the floor before he glares up at Randy again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Randy glares back at him. “I just fucking told you I’m in love with you-”

“You can’t just drop that information, Randy!” Cody’s voice raises. “You can’t casually tell me in the middle of me telling you how you hurt me that… that you’re…” He closes his mouth and swallows before looking the other way and shaking his head. “You can’t do that,” he whispers. “You can’t fucking do that.”

It’s completely unfair. It’s too late. It cuts off his train of thought and forces him to focus on the fact that, apparently, Randy is in love with him and takes him away completely from the very real and harsh reality that Randy had led him on for so long, did all of this wonderful, amazing stuff with him just to go back home to someone else’s arms.

What’s the point then, of doing all that stuff with him, if it doesn’t lead them to each other at the end of the day?

Randy sighs and looks down to the floor. He places his hands on his hips, fingers tapping against them before he begins to turn to head into the bedroom. “Cody, I’m - I’m not the best at this-”

“What, fucking communicating like a normal person?” Cody says before taking a long sip of his drink and he follows Randy into the room. “Yeah, I’m aware.”

“I… yeah, you know what, that’s exactly it.” He sips his drink before setting it on the nightstand and runs his hands down his face. “And I’m sorry, Cody. I can’t tell you enough how sorry I am, okay? Look, ever since you left WWE, I had a lot of time to think about shit, about the past and the future and everything in between, and when you’re alone with yourself and your thoughts, you like - I figured it out, my feelings for you.”

“Great.” Cody nods. “You’re two years too late, but I am so glad you figured it out after leading me on-”

“I wasn’t trying!” Randy’s voice raises as he steps closer. “Cody, I swear I wasn’t - I’m sorry if that’s how it felt. Okay? If it felt like I was leading you on for it to go nowhere. But you, Cody - and us - it was…” He bites at his lip and looks up to the ceiling. “Fuck.” He shakes his head. “It was too good to be true sometimes,” he quietly admits. “Everything we had, it - it was great, it…” He breathes out a chuckle. “Fuck, it was perfect, but that’s just it, it was perfect, and - honestly, again, it was too good to be true a-and I didn’t think I deserved that.” He looks back down to Cody then and takes a deep breath. “I didn’t think I deserved you, Cody and… I-I know I hurt you. I hurt you a lot, and I was worried fucking sick calling you up today because I had no idea how you’d react, and I understand if you hate me and if you want, i-if you want nothing to do with me.” Randy presses a hand at his eye and looks down at the wetness on his fingers before wiping his hand off on his shirt. “But I can’t not tell you.”

He had always dreamed of Randy telling him all of this. It was his wildest fantasy next to reliving that crazy vacation they took together in 2015, so this should be all Cody has ever wanted. Here Randy is, finally confessing his love for him and telling Cody that he doesn’t deserve him, that what they had was perfect but then, it’s the exact thing Cody didn’t want to hear.

Because he spent all this time away from WWE trying to get over Randy, and he did.

He did get over Randy.

Upon hearing Randy’s confession, however, he realizes that is not the case at all.

He’s never been over Randy.

He’s pissed that he’s never been over him, has only told himself that he was over him, but he’s more pissed that after everything was said and done with, he doesn’t hate Randy.

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

He only loves him, and he hates himself for it, hates himself for being so into Randy and everything about him and how badly he’s under Randy’s spell. Always has, always will.

Cody sets his drink down on the nightstand before stepping closer and looking into Randy’s eyes with his own, even wetter than his. “You can’t just do that,” he gasps out. “You can’t decide to… what, tell me you’re in love with me? After all this time? What, like, d-do you wanna date me? When you’re still married to her? You married her, Randy, right after I left-”

“I’d drop her for you in a second, Cody,” Randy tells him so quick and firm. “I would-”

“You think that’s reassuring?” Cody scoffs.

“What’s the problem?”

“If you can drop her so quick for me, what’s gonna stop you from dropping me for someone else?”

The silence is deafening as they continue to stare at each other. The hurt in Cody’s eyes is heavier than the confusion in Randy’s, and the thoughts in their head are going a mile a second, desperately trying to figure out what to reply with or to add on, because what the fuck are they now? They could tell themselves, in the time between, that everything was fine and they were still friends, pretend that what they did was just good fun, but it’s so hard to deny when they’re with each other.

When they’re alone together, the whole world ceases to be as well as any rational thought.

When Randy hasn’t responded after a minute, Cody takes his drink to slam it back before slamming it down on the nightstand. “I’m gonna go-”

“You’re leaving?”

“Randy, I can’t do this with you-”

“I can’t do this without you, please-”

“You’re not in love with me,” he scoffs as he opens the bedroom door. “You’ve never even been into me-”

“Don’t you dare.”

Cody clenches his jaw as Randy’s arm moves forward to close the door in front of him, his hand firm on it to keep it shut. With a deep breath, he turns to face Randy and his body sort of hunches on itself seeing his eyes, which once held confusion and is now holding pain.

“Don’t tell me how I feel about you,” Randy tells him, quiet but low. “I’ll tell you how sorry I am about everything until I’m six feet under, I will, I will do it every single fucking day if I have to, Cody, but don’t you fucking dare tell me I’m not in love with you.”

“What happens if we date then?” Cody asks. “You break up with Kim and date me. Would you let the world know you have a boyfriend? Would you take me out and show me off like you do with her?”

“Yes, Cody!” Randy answers. “I would, I would do every fucking thing for you!”

“You said that all the other times too. Why is it different this time?”

“I didn’t know I was in love with you those times, Cody, but I know now, I fucking realize now, and I’m trying to make up for all that lost time and make it right-”

“What makes you think I’d even want that with you?”

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Randy scoffs and rolls his eyes as he backs away from Cody to run his hands down his face. “Cody, Cody, Cody, I know you do-”

“Cause you know me so well, right?”

“Yes!” Randy exclaims as he throws his hands in the air. “I do! If you didn’t want me, want this, you wouldn’t have agreed to go out with me, let alone come back to my fucking hotel room-”

“I was curious,” Cody mumbles. “I wanted to know wh-why you wanted to talk-”

“You said it yourself, Cody, you know what happens when we meet up. You know exactly what happens.” Randy narrows his eyes. “You can’t lie to me.”

“And you can’t just come to me on your schedule,” Cody tells him with venom dripping off his words. “It’s all about you, Randy, it’s always about you and what you want, if you don’t want a relationship then it doesn’t happen, but if you do, it has to happen right now-”

“We both want each other, what’s the problem?”

“I left because of you!” Cody shouts out at him.

Randy’s eyes roam all over Cody’s face as his lips form into a slight frown. “What?” he almost whispers.

“I left WWE because of you!” Cody shouts again. “I-It was because of Stardust a-and all that creative stuff, but it was also because of you, Randy! I wanted you and I wanted you so bad, I wanted us to be together and I wanted to be yours and I wanted you to be mine,” his voice cracks, “and you’d always give me hope, every single fucking time we met up, just for nothing to fucking happen! Nothing ever fucking happened, it was always the same, it was always the same!” he sobs out. “I loved you, Randy! I loved you so much and I couldn’t do it anymore! I moved on, I tried to move on with someone new because I-I have more respect than to just - just be that pretty boy you get with to escape reality and live in some bullshit fantasy world with!”

At the end of it, there’s tears, plural, running down Randy’s cheeks and it might be a surprise to anyone else, but with all the nights they’ve had together, after and before hooking up, Cody knows how capable Randy is of that. Everytime though, it never fails to tear at Cody’s heartstrings, regardless of the reason.

Randy swallows heavily as he steps back towards Cody. He reaches out for his hand but Cody swats it away. He reaches out again, but Cody repeats the action, though Cody doesn’t move an inch when Randy places his hands on his cheeks to guide their watery gazes into each other. His thumbs caress Cody’s cheeks, as loving as ever, and Cody’s sobbing starts to quiet down the longer he feels Randy’s sensual touch, for the first time in a long, long while.

“Listen to me, Cody,” he whispers through his tears. “I love you. I would do anything for you and I’m not going to screw that up again. I figured out what it was like these past years to be without you and I can’t do that again.” Randy shakes his head and sniffs. “I can’t do any of this without you. I need you, Cody, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner, I am so fucking sorry but I know better now and I’m not gonna make the same mistake again. You’re all I need, Cody, just you. Not Kim, not anyone else, just you.”

“How do I know you mean it?” Cody asks, almost whining as he does it.

“I wish I had an answer to that,” Randy chuckles humorlessly and bites at his lip. “I wish I could show you or tell you something that would make you trust me like you did before, but I know I’m gonna have to work to get that back. A-And I can do that, Cody, I don’t care what it takes, I-I’ll do the work to make you trust me again, I promise.” He removes a hand to wipe at his cheeks and then Cody’s. “It’s going to be you and me, Cody, it’ll always be you and me.”

  “It’ll always be you and me, Codes.”

Cody stares at Randy for a few moments before chuckling. “You don’t mean that-”

“I do.” Randy brings up a hand to cup Cody’s cheek. “I think, no matter what happens and… wherever our relationship goes, it’s always going to be you and me.”

“And your girlfriend is okay with that?”

Randy rolls his eyes with a small smile. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. It doesn’t matter anyways, I - what you and I have, it’s so different then it is with me and Kim.”

“How so?”

Randy looks over Cody’s face, from those beautiful baby blue eyes to those plush pink lips, before quietly telling him, “what we have is realer than anything I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Y-You’re just saying that,” Cody chuckles nervously. “Like - I… Randy, that’s a big thing to tell someone-”

“I know…” He smiles and huffs a fond breath through his nose. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, and I mean everything I say with you, Cody, I… everything is so easy with you. Everything is safe with you. You’re like, you’re fucking special, man, and I wanna do this shit forever. Don’t you feel like that?”

Cody relaxes entirely against his side. He brings his hand up to Randy’s cheek and as his eyes dip to Randy’s lips, he tells him with no hesitation, “absolutely.”

 That was the night their relationship went past the point of no return.

The confusion starts and ends with, “it’ll always be you and me.”

“Randy, you better fucking mean it,” Cody says as he shakes his head. “If you do this shit to me again-”

“You can cut me off completely.”

Cody sniffs as he looks back up into his eyes. He gasps out as his hands fall to grip Randy’s collar. “I love you, Randy,” he tells him. “I love you so much-”

“You have me now.” Randy takes a deep breath and lets his gaze dip to Cody’s lips. “You’ll always have me, I promise.”

“You really promise?”

As Randy presses their foreheads together, he promises him, “always.”

Their breaths ghost so hotly against each other’s lips as they breathe out, and Cody can feel himself becoming more lightheaded and dizzy with Randy’s presence all over. The warmth of his hands on his cheeks, the familiar, intoxicating aroma of his cologne, and the firmness of his body under his desperate fingertips.

He’s never wanted someone so bad before in his life. Never needed someone the way he needs Randy, not now and not ever. It will never be the same, and as Randy guides Cody’s head to the side to lick into his mouth to take him, Cody gives up his entire heart for Randy to take too, and whatever else Randy wants - forever and until the end of time.

They kiss like no time has been lost and immediately, they pick back up from where they left off, the shattered pieces of their heart that was broken apart on the floor coming together again with each second their lips move together. They have all the time in the world, not just tonight but every other night ahead. It’s no longer a fantasy, no longer empty platitudes said with hopeful tones, but a reality that will stay true.

Nobody has ever known him like Randy. Cody has a done a great job over the years at putting together a carefully constructed caricature that lets people think they know him and all that he is, but it’s still an act, still a way to keep the private sides of him hidden to the people who don’t have the privilege of doing so, people that aren’t Randy Orton. Only Randy knows him at his worst and still continues to want him, to be with him, and that street goes two ways.

Because they’re not built for relationships with other people, they never were; only built for each other.

Cody’s hands roam down over Randy’s body, big and firm as ever, and back up over his shoulders. They run down his strong, tattooed arms, fingers pressing into his muscles that he loves so much, and as Randy lowers his hands from Cody’s face, he takes Cody’s hands in his own to intertwine their fingers. He squeezes Cody’s hands as he holds them up in between their bodies, the action letting Cody know that this is real, that this is a promise he means, and he won’t make the same mistakes again.

Their lips drag away so slowly, neither of them wanting to be apart from each other for even a second after being apart for years. They’re both desperate to keep this going and take this to the next level, remind the other that they belong to each other, were made for each other, as their bodies become one with another once more.

Their eyes lid open to look up to each other. There are glimmers of the future lighting up not only their eyes, but their bodies, and they can’t help but to steal one more kiss, and another, and another after that before they pull away to finally, and really, get their air back. They breathe in slow and deep together as they look at each other again.

“I’m gonna take good care of you, Cody,” Randy whispers. “Every single night.”

As he walks them backwards to the bed, their lips are back on each other, though their hands are quick to take them to where they want to go. Cody begins to unbutton Randy’s shirt and Randy’s hands are quick, skillful the way they undo Cody’s tie before unbuttoning his suit vest. Cody pushes Randy’s shirt off his shoulders and Randy shrugs it off completely before helping Cody remove his shirt and vest. Suddenly then, he’s grabbing Cody’s hips to turn him around to press him down onto the bed, lips attacking Cody’s neck while he palms him through his pants.

“Fuck, I missed you,” Cody whimpers as he brings a hand to the back of Randy’s head. “Missed you so bad-”

“Missed you so fucking much, never missed anyone like I have with you,” Randy breathes out. “Mind if I mark you up?”

“Please.”

Then Randy is latching his teeth onto Cody’s neck and Cody’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he lets out a loud moan into the room.

He can think about how to deal with it later, can think about how to tell Brandi that they’re done and he’s sorry but he just can’t do it anymore, that he really did love her but he’s always loved Randy, he did then, he does now, and he always will, and it’s not fair to keep them together knowing that.

Randy is worth it. He’s worth everything.

Cody moans with each mark Randy leaves on his neck. He’s drowning in the feeling of Randy’s ravaging mouth that he sort of tunes out everything else, and it’s only when he feels cool air settling on his hard cock that he realizes Randy has pulled down his pants entirely. He lids his eyes open and looks down to see Randy brushing his lips down his chest. Randy then begins to press kisses down his abs, over his belly button, and as his hands grip onto Cody’s hips, he’s looking up into Cody’s eyes right as he flickers out his tongue to taste the precome beading from the tip and Cody would be more embarrassed by the noise he just made if it wasn’t Randy, but it is and Randy has seen all of Cody, at this point, so he’s absolutely shameless.

“Don’t hold back from me, baby,” Randy’s voice rumbles as he tilts his head. “Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

Then he’s closing his eyes to press a suckling kiss to Cody’s tip. He leaves a trail of them down his shaft, and the further down he gets, the further down his hands move until he’s got his hands clutching tightly onto Cody’s thighs. Randy’s tongue sticks out to circle Cody’s hole, lapping at it before it begins its trail back up, over his balls, and the suckling kisses return on the way up his shaft, Cody moaning and thrusting against his mouth all the while.

It wasn’t often that Randy sucked him off, not because he didn’t want to, but because he always got Cody off with his cock and Cody was always so needy for him more often than not. On nights like this, however, where they’re feeling sentimental and in need of exploring that side with each other, it’s greatly appreciated.

Randy is such a thoughtful lover too, far more than people give him credit for. Cody imagines he doesn’t do that for just anyone, because he is still Randy Orton and feelings and emotions aren’t something he partakes in, but he does it with Cody and that’s what matters, that’s all that will matter now that they’re back in each other’s arms.

When Randy takes him into his mouth, he can’t take much. Cody’s the only man he’s been with, and he’s not going to be able to match Cody’s skills in that department, but he more than makes up for it with the attention he gives him. His hand comes around to touch what his mouth can’t take, and he’s quite an expert with his tongue, letting it curl around him, press at him, lick at him, and after a few minutes, Randy begins the lovely process of opening Cody up.

Thank fucking god.

So he drags his lips off from Cody’s cock to run them down his shaft, past his balls, to begin licking at his hole again. His hand gently pumps Cody as he licks him open, fingers of his other hand grazing over Cody’s thigh, along his ass, until the pads of his fingers are tracing the rim of his entrance.

“I’m gonna make you feel great, I promise,” Randy tells him. “Better than I ever have, and I’m gonna fuck you every night I’m here-”

“Do you promise?” Cody moans. “You’re gonna keep me in here? Make me feel good?”

“Until you only remember my name,” he grumbles. “And until I only remember yours, Cody.”

Cody gasps out when Randy pushes the first finger in and throws his head back with another moan as Randy quickly moves it in and out, his tongue still working alongside it. Cody’s hands grip hard at the sheets beside him to wring them between his fingers, and he tugs at them as Randy continues. He pulls at the sheets, he keeps making the prettiest noises into the bedroom as Randy adds another finger, and then another, until he sounds absolutely broken. Afterwards, he’ll have a bit of decency to be embarrassed by how desperate he sounds, but then, that desperation is what Randy likes so much anyways, always has and always will, especially when he himself is so desperate. It makes him go harder with fingering him open, makes him mouth more at Cody’s opening to get it super slick with his spit, and makes him moan against Cody before, finally, pulling his three fingers out to spank him.

With a whimper, Cody brings his head up enough to watch Randy stand up between his legs. He’s drowning under the dark intent of Randy’s gaze and he can only lie there, seemingly helpless as Randy takes his time undoing his pants. Randy swipes his tongue out along his lips as he drags his belt out from the loops, holding it up in the air for a few moments before dropping it onto the floor, the metal of the buckle sounding with the collision.

Cody couldn’t say a word right now if he wanted. He’s wrought with an urgent need for the man in front of him and can’t think beyond Randy, can’t look or smell or feel beyond Randy, because his desire for him is all consuming and withers away any sense of rational being left.

Right now, Randy is heaven. He is ruin. He is everything.

He manages a long, loud whine as Randy’s thickness enters his view. He moves himself back on the bed and pushes up on his arms to watch Randy jerk himself off, all while Randy looks him over. Randy groans out as he knees up on the bed between Cody’s legs and his other hand comes down to grip Cody’s knee hard, his gaze still dragging over every inch of Cody’s exposed skin.

“Fucking perfect, Cody,” he whispers. “Always so good for me, always look so fucking good.” Randy bites his lip hard as he squeezes his length. “Can’t believe how long it’s been… you ready for it?”

“Please,” Cody begs. “Randy, please, I can’t wait for you anymore, I don’t wanna wait for you anymore-”

“I know.” Randy nods and looks up to Cody before leaning in. “Neither do I, baby.”

He seals their lips together in a short, but promising kiss, one that assures Cody, once again, that this is real and he will not make the same mistakes again, and he drags his lips away so slow before leaning back to reach for the lube conveniently within the nightstand. Cody’s eyes are trained on Randy’s cock as he drizzles the lube over, as he strokes it all over, even as Randy spreads apart his legs at his thighs with those big, strong hands to be right back where he belongs.

Randy guides himself to Cody’s opening and he’s leaning over him to press their foreheads together. His breath is hot against his lips, Cody’s breath is hot against his, and they’re breathing in each other’s air as Randy begins to push into him, for the very first time in a long awhile. When Cody gasps out, Randy moves a hand into his hair to guide Cody’s lips back onto his as he gives Cody all of him, every single inch, and drinks in all the pretty moans Cody makes into his mouth all the while.

It could be too much, were it anyone else, but there can never be too much of Randy, only not enough.

Randy drags himself out to the tip before slamming back into him to make Cody gasp out against his lips once more. He does it again, and again, Cody’s gasps becoming louder until he’s moaning out, and then Randy is fucking into him with consistent in-and-out motions, hand still in Cody’s hair with the other hand at Cody’s side to keep himself up.

“Thought I’d never have this again, Cody,” Randy breathes out as he looks down between their joined bodies to watch Cody take him. “I can’t believe I get to have you again, I can’t fucking believe it-”

Cody moans, “you get to have me whenever you want.” His hands grip at Randy’s shoulders and his fingers press down hard into his skin. “Just - I want to be yours, I want to be the only one, Randy-”

“You will, I promise.” Randy steals another kiss from him. “It’s just gonna be me and you from now on.”

“What’s gonna happen? With you and her?”

“When I get back, I’m gonna end it. Tell her I can’t do this anymore, that it’s not working, that I fucking love you-”

“You’d do that?”

“I would, and I don’t fucking care what she’s gonna do, because you’re the only thing I care about.”

Randy doesn’t even need to ask Cody what’s going to happen with him and Brandi, because they both already knew that Cody was going to drop her for him, but in case Randy didn’t, Cody tells him, “I only care about you, Randy, it’ll be me and you, just me and you, it is over with me and her, I promise-”

“I know.” Randy nods and moves his hands to cup Cody’s cheeks as he lowers his body onto his, Cody’s hands dragging away from his shoulders to grab the hands on his cheeks. “I know you’d do anything for me, just like I’d do anything for you, because I love you, Cody, you love me, we love each other, and it’s just us, okay?”

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

They take each other’s lips again and this time, they’re able to unleash all that passion that’s been building up over the past few years. The taste of sin is so pertinent on their tongues but it’s never been sweeter, so profound, and the more they taste, the more they want. They’re practically breathing into each other’s lungs now, and each breath is another thought that lets the other know they still care, that they have always cared for one another and everything else was just a distraction from what really mattered.

They both invoke such heavy pleasure within each other in their shared climax that can never be reached with anyone else. The other’s name falls from their lips so quiet, but so heavy and full of love, of yearning, and afterwards, they’re panting against the other’s lips and just barely do they open their eyes to stare at each other in the warm and sensuous afterglow.

While their business is still unfinished, and they have a lot more to discuss before officially ending the night, the silence afterwards is comfortable as Randy coaxes Cody into his side to snuggle close. Even though they now have each other forever, that truth still hasn't settled in yet, so Randy holds Cody tight to his body, as close as he can, as Cody’s face presses deep into Randy’s neck to fully immerse himself in Randy again.

In that time apart, they have been living in the same dream put together of all their shared memories. Every night wondering what would happen if they took that chance to sweep the other off their feet, if all of that fabricated pillow talk had meant something more, but they don’t need to wonder anymore. They don’t need to stay awake at night getting so lost within the debilitating thoughts in their head of what could have happened between them.

No longer does tension fill the air, but rather hope for the bright future ahead of them. They aren’t ships passing in the night anymore, no, they have found their way back to each other, because they were built for each other; forever and until the end of time.

[invclasconrel]

Mission 2: Under the Lake Mayor Bridge

It has officially been one month since the I.C.C.R. team went to Stone Slab, which was a partial success. I say it was only partially successful because although we were able to prove the existence of ghosts, we were unable to catch and release it. The prototype Grace made failed, and we were all beaten up a bit by a grumpy elderly ghost, but at least we caught it all on camera! Without payment for the capture of Stone Slabs paranormal issue, we left and sought out our next adventure, which leads us to the Lake Mayor Bridge. The bridge was built in 1692 and was often used to hang criminals after being sentenced to death. The number of criminals hung under the bridge is undetermined, but I still believe there is hope for some activity. This mission is given to us by ourselves, to actually test Grace's new prototype before using it on a paid mission. She said this new one has a "Magnetic Amplifier" that should increase the electrical signals given off by the spirits, stunning them due to overstimulation or something like that? It's like Grace is speaking another language sometimes when she gets into her creative state. Tonight, the I.C.C.R. Corporation will catch our first spirit, and finally put us on the map. - Cody "Codeman" Martinez

[nvummi]

I got a tattoo, kinda long ago. Just five characters, typed it out myself and all. It was supposed to be about the Goiâna accident and the main radioactive isotope that was mainly responsible for that accident —caesium-137. It was supposed to sit under a messed-up butterfly that I have on my chest, as it were a specimen with a cool codename under it. Goofy stuff, but it suits my body as much as it suits me, personally.

See, the thing is that I didn't think twice about it. The tattoo reads "C-137". C. Not Cs. It is not caesium. It's carbon. Remarkably not radioactive. Very cool, chill element. It can't hurt you like that. But now I've got a butterfly codemaned C-137, an animal made anew by what is now a radioactive element that is supposed to be the main component of life as we know it.

I personally find it hilarious that a mistake I made for not double-checking what I was about to permanently have stabbed and permanently written upon my skin. But instead of crying about it, I now have and entire world-building symbol smack down the middle of my chest; my very center. If my life goes down the way I want it to, maybe I'll write a book about it. About an essential component of life becoming our undoing, and how there is nothing humanity can do now but futily attempt to escape itself, as it does today, and to my appreciation, has always done.

All of this to say that I was never actually wrong.

[unintentionaloracle]

It would be interesting if Cody does win on Saturday and Randy comes back and turns on him if it's not just a "I want the belt" situation but a "you have lost/are losing it Codeman, I need to take this from you to save you from yourself" situation.

[luxinwonderland]

treated myself to an early X-mas 💝

Randy is the Guest Editor ( vintage '09 magazine )

& of COURSE he was sweet in his notes about Cody, calling him "the future of business"

CONFIRMED : Randy LIKES NECK tattoos, since WAAY back, even though HE HAS NONE.. I'm convinced he hinted at Cody how much he likes ‘em

he wrote : "she has no idea what she's talking about", when Mickey James dissed ‘em )

bonus : always looking out for Cody, giving him safety tips even on here “tuck your chin Codeman!”

@anonybaby 🤓❣️