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they’re so fine!!!

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So is Drew v Randy just a “custody of Cody” match?

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Love that the Male Tag division has slowly devolved into high school

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"The pat on the head made her legal!"

- Joe Tessitore, WWE SmackDown

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I like Candy, but I LOVE Codytrye <3

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Solo just wanted to have fun, and Jacob couldn't handle that Solo was thriving without him. Standard Bloodline behaviour.

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Punk loving and worshiping Cody is something I need more of.

𝑷𝑼𝑵𝑲’𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑶

punk takes care of cody.

warnings: none content wise, just a lot of guilt on punk’s part + some allusions to religion, cody is hurt.

authors note: hey so i know literally nobody asked for this but i was struck with creativity for once in my life so uh here we are! also this is edited to a certain degree so don’t make fun of me if i made a grammar mistake or two 🍅🍅🍅

word count: around 300 (it’s not that long sorry ☹️)

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cody looked like an angel in the dark, although most wouldn’t say that if they were staring at the gashes and bruises on his face like punk was doing at this very moment. but he didn’t care all that much. there was an unrelenting silence between them—not tension, no. but something comfortable as punk pressed a warm wash cloth to his cuts lightly, a slight wince coming out of those thin lips every so often. as a response to the sounds of irritation, punk took cody’s hand in his, bringing it up to his lips. as he kissed his bitten, swollen knuckles gently, punk felt wrecked. he wanted there to be a pit in his stomach. to feel like something was wrong with what he was doing. some fiery internal reckoning shouted at him otherwise, which called for a different kind of pit in his stomach, one of unexplainable deep shame. cody was punk’s joan of arc. a paragon of virtue, yet untouched by man. until punk. until this bubbling desire had risen to the surface. heaven was cleaning the cuts, kissing the side of his mouth, and the ridiculous juxtaposition of calloused hands meeting cold ones. purgatory was cody being in punk’s arms, feeling his blood race, arms against his, hair under his chin… he paused his working hands for just a moment. “i want to see you more. more than just like… this.” it came out of punk’s mouth low and whispery. cody peered at him through sad, blue eyes. mr. golden boy’s last wish was stolen swiftly by the man with the x’s on the back of his hands, it seemed. cody, flustered and almost embarrassed looking, then got up with an awkward goodbye, probably off to go home, maybe see his wife. this was punk’s hell. his inferno.

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The framing in the middle one...

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Ahhh, my heart!

Cody being jelly of all the happy couples is relatable but it becomes kinda funny when he gets puppy excited about Drew texting him... He'll realize he's in love on that day.

Sami is clearly still hung up on what Cody said to him and is doing a terrible job at hiding it. (I still headcannon that Sami has no clue that Drew and Cody (dated and hooked up while in the indies, in my headcannon)).

Drew is also clearly happy with Cody, and I love their fluff!!

Stress Toy [Fic]-Chapter Six

[This is an ongoing fic: First Chapter Here, Previous Here]

We're nearing the end of part one, folks!

Summary: Night One of WrestleMania is over and done with, and Cody goes to the after party to celebrate Jey's big win, along with two other certain people in Jey's life. Cody gets caught up in his feelings, particularly about a certain Scot...

Chapter 6-The Night Before

 “UCE! YOU’RE HERE!” Jey exclaimed, pulling Cody into a hug as soon as he entered the afterparty.

 I know I should be preparing for my match with Cena tomorrow... He thought, noting how loud the club was.

 “Hey, we both made it, right?” Jey said, breaking the hug and holding up his new World Heavyweight Championship belt, already adorned with Jey's side plates. Cody felt a wave of joy for his friend well up before he clinked his own title against it, beaming with pride before they both barked in celebration.

 But I had to stop in. This was important.

 “I always knew you could, Jey. You finished your story and I'm so proud of you.” Cody said, patting his shoulder.

 “Thanks, uce. Now you just gotta do your thing. You've got this,” he assured.

 “Thanks,” Cody said as he saw someone approach. He smirked as Rhea threw her arm around Jey.

 “And how about me?” Rhea asked.

 Jey became flustered. “Oh, hell yeah. You're gonna whoop both of them, babygirl.”

 Rhea smiled. “Good. I need to get us matching titles,” she said with a wink. “Hey, I'm gonna get a drink, want anything?”

 “Nah, I'm good right now,” Jey said, holding up his drink. “Cody, you want anything?”

 Cody shook his head. “Last thing I want is a hangover tomorrow.”

 “Boo...” Jey replied.

 Rhea shrugged. “Suit yourselves,” she said before walking off.

 “So...” Cody piped up. “You and Rhea...has that situation–?”

 Jey shook his head. “Honestly? I don't know, man. Thought we were going somewhere, but then all that crap happened with Judgement Day and my family and we just kinda...lost track of each other, ya know?”

 “Oh, I know. But maybe this is your chance to go for it. Worst thing she could say is—”

 “MY DAWG! YOU DID IT! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!” a neck brace-less Sami exclaimed cheerfully, tackle-hugging Jey before lifting him off his feet. Jey's poor drink splashed and sloshed on the floor. Sami set him down so they could do their special handshake. Jey grinned ear to ear.

 “Ay, thanks Sami. That means a lot coming from you. Especially in person, Mr. “I'm-Gonna-Come-Down-To-SmackDown-In-Europe-And-Say-Hi-To-Jimmy-And-Naomi-But-Not-Jey-On-Raw!” I mean, seriously, uce!” Jey chastised, playfully shoving his shoulder.

 “Jimmy, you rat...” Sami whispered to himself. “I'm sorry about that, uce. I had...” He looked at Cody. Cody shrunk. There was something cold in Sami’s eye. “...extenuating circumstances...” he said, just as frostily. He shook his head, returning to his more cheerful demeanor. “Can I talk to you alone for a sec?”

 “Sure, Sami,” Jey said, a little confused as he readjusted his title on his shoulder.

 “I'm gonna go get a water after all,” Cody said, eager to excuse himself from the situation.

 “Booooooo, you need to turn up, Cody!” Jey said.

 “Not when I have a big match tomorrow and a hotel to walk to,” Cody said.

 Jey shrugged. “Okay, but you're going to let loose after Mania, alright? You need to start having fun again, man. I worry about you.”

 Cody looked in Jey's eyes. He could see his sincere concern. His heart caved.

 “...Okay, Jey. I promise.”

 Cody went to the bar and Jey and Sami went somewhere to talk. Cody's phone buzzed. He checked it. It was a message from “;)”.

“Had a great workout. Looking forward to doing some cardio later with you. ;)”

 He was then graced by a thirst trap from Drew: him seated on a workout bench, sweating (with that post-workout glow) as he wiped at his face with the hem of his shirt, exposing his abs and pecs. His shorts were riding up, exposing more leg than they normally would. While it was true Drew's gear showed more, in this context the sight of skin felt scandalous.

 Cody quickly saved the pic as heat rose to his face and ears. “Don't hurt yourself” He texted back. He waited to see that Drew read the message before erasing the conversation from his phone. He took a deep breath.

 Jey arrived at the bar as Cody got his water and hastily drank it. “Back so soon?”

 “Yeah, apparently Sami has to turn in early. He just wanted me to know he loved me, he's proud of me, and...” He looked troubled.

 “And?”

 “And whatever happens next, it's not my fault.” Jey said.

 Cody felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “That's...weird...”

 “Right? And he glanced at you when he said it. Are you two okay?” Jey asked.

 “We had a bit of a...disagreement back in Europe...” Cody sighed. “I think he's still mad. I've been trying to give him his space until after Mania. Figured Monday I could try talking to him.”

 Jey raised an eyebrow. “Ah. Well, it's Sami. I'm sure he's gonna forgive you,” he said. “I mean, you know all the stuff I did to him. Hell, I kicked him in the face when he needed me and he STILL kept trying to reach out and save me and Jimmy...” Jey said, looking guilty. He shook it off and returned to his cheerful demeanor. “Just give him time. If he can forgive me for all that, he can forgive you for some dumb argument.”

 “I hope so,” Cody said. Then he smiled. “You’re a good man, Jey. And you really have come a long way from The Bloodline. That title's in good hands...” He patted Jey's shoulder.

 Jey smiled. “Thanks, man. I kinda feel like I can do anything now.”

 “Right!? Especially since you tapped out Gunther! I only beat him by luck!”

 Jey grinned bigger before turning contemplative. He put his empty glass on the bar and turned to Rhea, who'd finished her own drink (a few shots). He took her hand. Rhea chuckled. “Jey? What are you doing?”

 “I just realized Miss Rhea Ripley–the prettiest girl in the club–wasn't dancing, and that's a damn crime! Wanna dance with me?” Jey said with a wink.

 Rhea, for once in her life, looked flustered. She squeezed his hand and stepped closer to Jey. “Yeet.” She purred, draping her arms over his shoulders.

 Jey leaned down to her, pressing his forehead to hers. “Yeet.”

 They scurried off to the dance floor, giggling to each other along the way. Then they started to dance with each other. Jey and Rhea looked so natural together, like they'd been doing this for years. (Especially when Cody noticed Jimmy and Naomi laughing and dancing together further into the club.) As he watched, Cody couldn't help but be happy for them...

 ...and feel a little lonely.

 He glanced around and saw Sami as he was going to leave. Sami was watching Jey, too, looking somewhere between melancholy and proud. Then someone tapped on his shoulder, stirring him out of it. Kevin. Sami relaxed for a moment, took a deep breath, and looked around to make sure no one would see. Cody averted his eyes before he glanced his way, then peeked back when he was sure he'd avoided his gaze.

 Sami then nodded to Kevin, allowing his husband to kiss him. Kevin held him firmly by the face, Sami's foot popping beneath him. After breathlessly resting their foreheads together, Kevin murmuring something Cody couldn't make out to his still concerned-looking husband, the couple quickly left.

 Despite the way seeing Kevin and Sami together now made his stomach turn (a far cry from the happiness he'd had for them two years ago), Cody's loneliness grew. He felt like a third wheel to the universe as he glanced at the belt on his shoulder. It almost felt like it had grown heavier as finished his water. Cody shook his head. It was just getting late, that was all. Probably time to go back to the hotel.

 To go back to Drew.

 He walked over to Jey and Rhea, guiltily interrupting an almost kiss between the two to excuse himself for the night. After congratulating his friend and former tag partner one last time, he made the long walk back to the hotel. Cody tried not to get lost in his thoughts along the way.

 His mood picked up as he reached his room and was greeted by Drew. As they closed the door behind them. As he shed his title belt. As he got scooped up and kissed with a passion. As Drew made him stop thinking, replacing any thoughts with ecstasy.

 After, as Cody soaked in the afterglow, Drew snuggled him close. Cody settled against his lover. Thoughts about his loneliness in the club crept back, but in a new context. He didn't feel it with Drew. The guy was a bit of an egotistical jerk, yeah. But there really was a nicer guy buried deep down. One that it felt like only he could unearth in private.

 It might have been self-indulgent, but Cody thought that if he showed that side more, they might even grow closer.

[To Be Continued]

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In honor of me cleaning out my WIPs and rereading old fics, here are some of my favorite snippets from the Roman/Stardust fic I was working on.

It will 100% never be completed but goddamnit I enjoyed creating Seth and Randy’s silly little Authority dynamic. Also, the backstage social environment. Everyone is weird, but Stardust is like bottom of the barrel weird, and Randy is at the top of the food chain weird. Everyone else is in between.

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It took me like 5 tries to get this screenshot I hope you appreciate my efforts

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I'm a big Cody fan, and I understand where you come from in this post, and I LOVE that you genuinely gave him a shot <3

P.S.

I think you'll like this post ;)

ok so i have spent the past few hours watching cody rhodes' podcast because i refuse to miss out on fully experiencing what is forecasted to be the feud of the year just because i can't connect with one of the performers

and not only do i feel that i have achieved a perfect understanding of what his deal is, i also understand why i'm unable to connect with him as a performer and where my vague sense of unease is coming from but a lot of it includes copious amounts of armchair diagnosing a real person so i don't feel comfortable really getting into it

but tl;dr the crux of the disconnect is that his understanding of what wrestling is about is antithetical to mine and that of the performers i admire. to him, it's about portraying a "superhero" / larger-than-life mythological ideal. to me, wrestling is one of the last remaining bastions of raw humanity and carnality in a world where everyone is beautiful and no one is horny. i.e., the chase for portraying perfection vs. the chase for creating authenticity.

the crux of the unease is his deep craving for that authenticity and the way his inability to even pursue it makes him act kinda weird around people who do. also i'm pretty sure he is haunted by the existence of sami zayn

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Yeah, I saw that.

A lot of people were calling Cody boring to but I like have you been paying attention to the story they are telling? John Cena beat Cody because he hesitated and all the storytelling in recent promos and matches has showed and told us that Cody won’t make that mistake again; with any opponent.

Cody’s heel turn isn’t a snap, it’s not one moment it’s someone deciding victory is something they are willing to do violent and unethical things for.

I love that story

Apparently twt is mad Cody won. Yall are mad at everything bro

Randy is the goat he's completely gonna be fine. His time will come to win his next title. And that crown is probably not his style anyway

It would've been a different story if Randy had lost to a midcarder in a really shit way that doesnt serve a purpose but a midcarder Cody is not. nonkayfabe Randy probably had fun lmao

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Silly whiteboard art for today yippeee

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WWE: SOLO SIKOA does it!

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All hail king Cody!!!!

-Night Of Champions ( 06/28/25 )

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Does anyone else just, not vibe with baby face Jacob Fatu as well as they did Heel Jacob?