#Sub cody my beloved

[dumfanting]

Something in the Orange, ch 4

Chapter 3

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Rating: E, explicit

Warnings: order 66 flashback, ptsd, semi-public sex, Cody and reader are both switches, Dom/Sub dynamics, fingering (reader receiving), handjobs, oral sex (M receiving), declarations of love, penetration

Notes: GN Reader, present tense, second person pov

6765 words

(I fully intended on keeping this fic SFW but the muses had other ideas. Big thanks to both @madameminor and @kaminocasey for beta-reading and honest feedback)

GN Reader/ Cody

You and Cody finally get close.

The two days after Heralt left are the longest you’ve ever experienced, you so badly want Cody to be well enough to hold again. Whatever she’s given him is working, but everyone has agreed that you and Kellis should still cover up around Cody until the day after he finishes it, just to be safe. He’s able to get up and walk around for normal periods of time, and he’s finally had a proper shower and shaved. When he steps out of the refresher afterward, he looks so much like the man you remember that it takes everything you have to not run over and wrap your arms around him as closely and tightly as you can. 

Beyond that, he’s completely lucid again, and in fact has been since the night he talked to Kellis. You spend a lot of time on the balcony of Kellis’ place when he’s home from the bar, like you are right now, reflecting on what you overheard in that conversation. 

If Rex really is out there helping other clones escape the Empire, you know that Cody will never be content to not get involved, even if he is with you again. 

Kellis had said that he’d call a few people and see if there was any veracity to the rumors, but there’s no sign that he’s heard anything back yet. If it isn’t true, then you and Cody can leave this sandy rock and  pursue everything you two dreamed about for your life together after the war. If the rumors are true, though, you won’t hold him back. You’d go your separate ways again, as much as it would hurt. 

The sliding glass door that leads back inside opens, the wheels in the track grinding against built up sand and dust, and the resulting sound it makes yanks you out of your own head. You glance over, and it’s Kellis, holding the empty tonic bottle. 

“That was the last of it, he should be clear by morning,” Kellis says, sounding relieved, and casually tosses it to you. You don’t move quickly enough to catch it, so it shatters on the duracrete floor at your feet. You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, then stand from the ancient wicker bench you were sitting on.

“Sorry, I’ll clean that up,” you say. Your voice is thick, and Kellis obviously notices; when you try to walk past him to get back inside, he stands in front of the door, closing it and stopping you.

“That can wait,” he says, crossing his arms and frowning at you. “What’s wrong?” he asks. You open your mouth to speak but he holds up a hand and stops you. “And don’t say ‘nothing’, I can tell something’s up. You haven’t spoken since the night I came back, and now when you do finally talk, you sound like you’re going to cry,” he says, firm but not unkind. He relaxes his posture, unfolds his arms, and softly grips your shoulder with a hand. “Talk to me, please,” he says, his eyes searching yours. You glance at the door, but Kellis stops you again. “He’s asleep,” he says, “he won’t be able to hear.”

You look through the clear glass and see that yes, Cody appears to be asleep on his side and facing away from the door. You sigh heavily and turn around to lean on the railing of the balcony, staring out over the endless expanse of featureless desert while you try to find the right words. Kellis also turns and stands next to you. After a few seconds in which you say nothing, he doesn’t push you, allowing you to speak at your own pace, which you’re grateful for.

The two of you watch as the twin suns of Tatooine begin to drop beyond the horizon, the orange light warming your faces. You once again think of the orange paint on Cody’s armor, and wonder if you’ll ever be able to see another sunset without thinking of him. You hiccup and Kellis glances over at you, then when you see the concern in his eyes, a few tears escape your own.

“I… listened in while you two were talking that night,” you say softly, staring back out over the sands. “I know about the ‘rogue’ clones. Have you heard anything?” you ask, your voice strained by the effort of keeping your emotions in check.

Kellis moves back from the railing, takes a few steps past you, and sits heavily onto the wicker bench. You turn to watch him, and when he subtly jerks his head at you, you sit beside him.

“No, I haven’t heard anything,” he says quietly, sounding tired. “Not yet.”

“Please, Kellis,” you say, hiccuping again as you turn to face him. “Please let me know the moment you do.”

“Of course,” he says, nodding and putting an arm around your shoulders before giving you a reassuring squeeze. You realize this is the closest you’ve physically been with someone, likely since you left Cody, and barely hold back another hiccup.

“Has Cody asked about it?” you say, and Kellis shakes his head.

“I think he’s still trying to make up his mind,” he says quietly. “You’ve decided something, haven't you?” he asks.

Before you can wonder how he knows, he’s pulled you into a tight hug. The abrupt realization of how touch-starved you are is quickly overshadowed by the weight of the situation, and finally, your fragile composure breaks. You crumple face first into Kellis’ chest and he simply holds you there, allowing you to get it all out.

After some time, right when the smaller sun dips below the horizon, the sliding door grinds open again, and Cody steps out. You automatically sit back from Kellis, thankful that it’s now too dark for the former Commander to see the redness in your eyes.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something? Your comm is going off, Kellis,” he says, and he sounds unusually stiff as he speaks.

Kellis curses under his breath and dashes back inside. Not wanting Cody to see that you’d been crying, you follow without meeting his eyes. He watches you go, then stays rooted in place while staring at the bench you’d just been sitting on.

After you take a minute in the refresher to wipe down your face with a warm rag, and any evidence of your tears is washed away, you feel okay enough to check in on Cody. He’s still on the balcony, so you move into the kitchen for a glass of water. As you drink, you watch him stand in place, opening and closing his hands around nothing as if having an argument with himself. At the same time, you can overhear Kellis’ end of the comm call.

“Dammit Haunch that’s exactly why I told you not to let him in anymore!” he says, grabbing your full attention. He’s pacing and waving his hand at nothing in particular while he speaks. “Kriff it. I’ll be there in a minute, but we’re going to have a talk about this once the Marshal leaves,” he continues, pinching the bridge of his nose and ending the call with an aggravated groan.

“The Trandoshan guy again?” you ask, rolling your eyes.

“Who else would it be? Ugh. The scug eater started another huge fight, so now the Marshal is there,” he says, moving toward the front door. You follow and allow him to balance himself while stepping into his boots by resting a hand on your shoulder. You both continue talking, so neither of you notice the sound of the balcony door opening and closing.

“Sounds like Haunch is in for it,” you say, sipping at your water.

“Ugh, don’t get me started on them either,” he says. Kellis stomps his foot, seating his boot on properly. He keeps his hand on your shoulder as he unlocks the door.

“Be close to him while I’m out,” he says, his voice low. He pauses for a second, then keeps talking. “Although, uh, maybe not too close, okay?” he says, making you laugh softly.

“No promises,” you say, making him roll his eyes at you before he clears his throat and continues.

“He shouldn’t be contagious anymore, and I think you both need it,” he says. Just before he steps outside, he surprises you with another tight hug.

“And hey, no matter what we find out, you’ll both be okay,” he says. “I can feel it.”

“I really hope so,” you say, matching his quiet tone, and he releases you. “You’d better come back to me in one piece!” you say at a normal volume, waving as he walks out and closes the door. You lock it behind him, smiling to yourself. He was always able to make you feel better.

You take a deep breath, finish drinking your water, and when you turn around, you’re startled to find Cody only a few feet away and staring at you with an odd expression on his face. You adjust the scarf over your own face as he speaks.

“Where’s Kellis going?” he asks, still stiff like he was earlier.

“There was a brawl at the bar thanks to the local asshole, which brought the Marshal in, so he’s going to handle things,” you say, hiding your confusion at his strange demeanor, reasoning that could be a lingering symptom of the fever.

“Maybe Heralt’s tonic just needs more time to work,” you think. You walk past him and rinse your glass out in the sink. When you’re done, you turn back around and find Cody standing in the same place near the door with his back to you. He’s still grasping at nothing with his hands. You cautiously approach him.

“Cody?” you ask, concerned and speaking softly. “Are you feeling okay? Do you need anything?”

He turns to face you, and his anguished expression is exactly the same as it was when you left him so many years ago. This comes as a total shock, and you take a step backward without realizing it.

“How long?” he says, so low you can barely hear him.

“Cody, what-?” you start, but he cuts you off.

“How long?” he repeats, louder this time. “How long were you going to wait to tell me?”

“Tell you…?” you say, trailing off. You see Cody glancing back at the door Kellis just went through. “What, about Kellis?” you say, deeply confused and taking a careful step forward.

“You two were going to keep me around until I’m well enough to kick back out, is that it?” he spits, but his voice cracks.

“Oh my god, Cody, no! No, absolutely not, what are you saying?” you say. You move forward again, but he steps back. The obvious pain in his eyes makes your chest ache.

“I saw you two on the balcony, and just now, before he left. The way he held you, I…,” he says, and it sounds like each word is draining him. “How long have you two been-?” he says, but you cut him off with an incredulous, relieved laugh without realizing it.

“Oh my god, you really thought…?” you say. “Cody, there is nothing going on between me and him, and there never was,” you continue, moving closer. “He’s just a friend, I promise.”

Cody doesn’t step back, but he also doesn’t look convinced. The scarf you’ve been wearing slips down your nose, and an idea strikes you. It’ll be a gamble, but you don’t know how else to get the point across.

You step forward again, slipping your makeshift mask under your chin, and close the gap between you two. The moment your lips touch his, he freezes, but after less than a second, he sighs into you, desperately holding onto you and reminding you again of when you left. Last time, you hadn’t let yourself give in to him. This time though, you do, and when his tongue swipes at your bottom lip, you open up for him, tasting him for the first time in far too long. When the kiss breaks, you both pull back, breathing heavily.

“You promise?” Cody says, allowing a sliver of hope to cross his face.

“Kellis is like my brother, Cody. I swear to you,” you say, linking your hands together behind his neck.

The words are barely out of your mouth before he’s on you again, crushing his lips to yours and sliding his hands down to your hips.

Before the two of you take things further, you remember what Kellis said about getting ‘too close’ and stop yourself from being carried away. You tell Cody this and he rolls his eyes in mock annoyance but agrees that would be rude, so you both take a minute and cool off.

As your heart rate slows, the two of you curl up together on the bench in the living room and hold onto each other as tightly as you can. After a little while, you softly raise your hand and trace a finger along his scar. He hums, content, and you switch to cupping the side of his face. You see a glint in the reflection from outside in his eyes, which reminds you that Kellis mentioned a meteor shower the day before Cody found his way back into your life.

“Hey, Cody?” you say, your voice soft.

“Yes?” he says, sitting up a little.

“Do you remember, back on Coruscant, how you kept talking about seeing the stars with me?” you say, sitting up straight. Cody follows suit, and slips his hand into yours.

“I do. I swear I’ll take you somewhere, just you and I, and we can be alone there together as long as we want,” he says, smiling softly at you.

“Well,” you say, meeting his eyes again and running your thumb across the back of his hand. “We won’t be alone, sort of, but the roof here is a good place to start,” you continue.

Cody thinks for a moment, glances through the glass door at the night sky, then nods at you. You stand and pull him to his feet, then grab one of the many blankets nearby.

After a few minutes, you’ve both gone up two floors and taken a narrow spiral staircase to the door that leads to the roof. Cody pushes it open and holds it for you.

The roof here is set up similarly to the one at your place; it’s more like a patio or terrace than just the flat top of the building. There’s nobody else here, so you take advantage of this by pushing a few pieces of the outdoor furniture together, haphazardly setting up a cushioned area large enough for the two of you to lie down. You do just that, and Cody spreads the blanket over the both of you, giving you some respite from the chilly night air of the desert.

You curl into his side and rest your head in the hollow of his shoulder. While you settle in and get comfortable, Cody wraps an arm around you, resting one hand on your waist and interlacing his fingers with yours with the other. You sigh, soft and content, relishing in the contact before switching your focus to the inky black sky above you. The countless stars shine like diamonds, and the stillness is occasionally disturbed by the bright streak of a passing meteor. They’re visible once every three to six seconds, and you quickly lose count of how many you’ve seen.

Cody, meanwhile, hasn’t seen a single one, as his attention is entirely devoted to you. The reflected stars make your eyes sparkle in the dim light from the street, the soft smile on your lips brings him peace, and he’s grateful to the Maker that he was able to finally find you. He pulls you closer as he thinks about everything that led him here.

He had thought about you almost constantly from the moment you walked out of his room. He fiercely debated trying to go after you and leave everything else behind at least once every few rotations, but his sense of duty always won out. You had even said it yourself, he was literally made for war, so deserting just wouldn’t be right, no matter how badly he wanted to be with you. It’s the hardest thing he has ever done, and his decision to stay with General Kenobi and the GAR ate away at him until his entire world changed with a single command.

“Execute order sixty-six.”

“Yes, Lord Sidious.”

A soft breeze blows across your faces, but the sudden shiver that runs through Cody has nothing to do with the cool night air.

You notice this and press yourself closer to him, slotting one of your legs between his and tightening your grip on his hand. You’re surprised to find that he’s trembling, so you prop yourself up on your elbow as you softly say his name.

When he looks up at you, you’re taken aback by the look of intense conflict on his face. This obviously concerns you, but you have no idea what to do for him. After a moment, you lie back down, this time on your side and facing him. He turns towards you but is avoiding your eyes. You gently cup the side of his head and make him look at you.

“Cody, what’s wrong?” you say for the second time that night.

He wants to tell you everything; how many orders he regrets carrying out, the way he had come to despise the people he served under, how much he wished he hadn’t let you go, when he had finally reached his breaking point after his last mission, all of it. He just can’t find words coherent enough to say it. His face scrunches and he hides in the crook of your neck, his breathing heavy and his whole body shaking. You wrap your arms around his broad upper back and hold him close, resting your cheek against his forehead and gently tracing your nails around his scalp.

You aren’t sure how much time passes like this, but eventually the tremors stop and Cody is able to breathe normally again. He shifts and softly says your name, moving his hands back to your waist.

“Yes?” you say, quietly.

“I-,” he starts, but again, the words just won’t come out. You notice how he’s struggling and softly press your forehead against his.

“It’s alright, Cody. You don’t need to tell me anything,” you say, and the two of you close your eyes and breathe each other in for a moment.

“Yes” he says, moving back to look you in the eye again. “I… I do, and I should have told you sooner,” he says. You stay quiet and patiently wait for him to speak. He takes a deep breath, and when one of your hands finds his again, he continues.

“I love you, cyar’ika. So much. I’m sorry it took me this long to say it back,” he says. His voice is barely audible, but he could have shouted it from the rooftops and your reaction would have been the same.

It takes a second for his words to process, then your hands fly up to his shoulders and you pull him even closer to you as you roll onto your back. Once he’s lying on top of you, you crash your lips into his, kissing him with all the energy you’ve kept pent up for so long. Your tongues dance, and Cody groans into your mouth, riling you up further. He moves his hands from your waist to your hips, and you break the kiss. There’s just enough time for you to commit the look of passion and longing on his face to memory, and you tell him that you love him too.

No sooner had the words dissipated into the night, he’s on you again, matching and then surpassing your own enthusiasm. You slide one hand from his upper back to his waistband just under his navel and graze your thumb over the elastic, making him groan again, but this time, there’s a feeling of urgency and need that wasn’t there before. You slip your hand down further, touching him everywhere but where he obviously wants it most. As you do this, he moves a hand from your hip to your chest, massaging you through your shirt. You break away with a groan of your own.

Cody tugs at the hem of your shirt, watching your face, and only once you nod at him does he lift it up, exposing your bare chest to him. Your nipples harden in the chilly air, and when he brushes the ball of his thumb against one, your groan morphs into a needy whine. In return, you finally palm his bulge over his borrowed sweatpants, and he hisses through his teeth before gasping out your name. He then moves his other hand from your hip to your groin, cupping your heat as he grinds his palm against you over your own clothes.

Even through the barrier of the fabric, you can tell how warm his hand is and you immediately need to feel it on your skin. You sit up just enough to whip your top off and throw it to the side, not noticing or caring where it landed, and Cody quickly does the same.

He’s kissing you feverishly again, continuing to massage your chest with one hand and tangling his fingers into your hair with the other. He gives it a little tug and you moan into his mouth. He pulls a little harder and as you moan again, the need between your legs becomes so strong that you start to rub your upper thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. When he notices how you’re squirming underneath him, he breaks the kiss and smirks down at you before dragging his hand from your chest back down against your groin, grinding the heel of his hand against you.

You whine, but before he can smirk at you a second time, you reach up and boldly grab his cock over the sweatpants, the fabric being loose enough for you to get a fair grip on him. Cody groans your name again as you start to jerk him off over his pants, and the sound he makes, a sound you’d almost forgotten, sends a fresh wave of arousal to your core. You take your hands off of him long enough to free yourself from your remaining clothes, and he also strips completely. A thin breeze blows over the two of you and you’re thankful you thought to grab a blanket before coming up here.

You lick a wide, wet stripe along your palm, then return your hand to his bare cock, jerking him off again and moving faster this time. As you do this, Cody tugs at your hair once more, and when you open your mouth to moan, he slides two fingers into it. Knowing what he wants, you obediently suck his fingers, coating them in your saliva. Once he’s satisfied, he takes his hand back, slips it down between your legs, and firmly, but not roughly, starts teasing them around your entrance. You whine and open your legs wider for him, attempting to make him slip inside of you, but this backfires when he suddenly stops touching you entirely.

“Ah ah, use your words,” Cody says, the still-falling meteors flashing in his dark eyes.

“Please Cody, I-,” you start, but he makes a ‘tsk’ sound at you before leaning down to growl into your ear and grab a handful of your ass.

“Please, what?” he purrs, and the dominance in his voice makes you clench around nothing.

“Commander, please!” you cry, desperate to feel his fingers inside you and bypassing the ‘sir’ he expected entirely.

“Not what I meant, but I’ll allow it,” he says, chuckling darkly as he suddenly pushes his two fingers into you as deeply as he can while simultaneously dipping his head to the junction of your body where your shoulder meets your neck, nipping at your skin there and making you shiver.

He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, working you over as if no time passed at all and finding that perfect spot you can never reach on your own. You start to feel the familiar tightening sensation in your lower belly and grab Cody’s head, yanking him down into another heated, desperate kiss. This compels him to move his fingers faster and with more pressure.

“I know you’re close,” he says, breathing heavily into your ear. “I can feel it. Can you be good and come for me cyar’ika?”

“F-fuck! I want to be good for you, please let me come, Commander,” you say, discarding your pride and begging for him.

Cody hums his approval before moving even faster inside of you and biting down into the skin of your neck as he does, re-establishing his claim over you after so much time apart. The shock of pain and pleasure tips you over the edge, and you clamp down onto his fingers as you come, gasping and chanting his name like a prayer. He’s praising you the entire time, saying how good you’ve been for him and how perfect you are before eventually slipping his hand away and withdrawing his fingers from you. As you lie there, flushed and panting under the stars, he realizes that you’ve never looked more beautiful.

“Good fucking Maker I missed you,” he says before kisses you deeply as your body relaxes.

With a burst of energy you didn’t know you had, you suddenly wrap your arms around his torso and flip the two of you over. Now underneath you, Cody looks up at you with such a loving expression that you shiver again. You lean down and kiss him, then pull back just enough to speak.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much, Cody,” you say, shutting your eyes and pressing your foreheads together. “Can you do something for me?” you ask.

“Anything, just tell me what you want,” Cody says, his voice softening significantly. You smile at him.

“It’s your turn to be good,” you say softly, dragging your hands downwards from his shoulders to his hips. On the way down, you pause to trace your fingertips over his nipples, making his breath hitch. “Can you do that for me?” you ask. Understanding that the roles have been reversed, his voice softens further.

“Yes. I want to be good for you too,” he says, barely audible as his eyes meet yours. You smile at him again and place quick, soft kisses along his jaw before coming to a stop just under his ear.

“There’s my good boy,” you say, your voice low, and the sensation of your breath fanning across his throat makes him whine. You move back to hover over him, give him another kiss to the lips, then say “now hold still,” before slipping downward past his waist.

With little warning, you take his throbbing cock into your mouth and throat, immediately bobbing your head along his shaft, making eye contact and fondling his balls with your hand. Cody whines again and clutches his hands into fists at his side as his toes curl, but he otherwise remains motionless. You hum around him, pleased, and he gasps at the sensation before groaning your name. You take him even deeper and hum again, this time not stopping for at least ten seconds. The moment you do stop, Cody’s hips buck up into you, and you barely suppress your gag reflex. You sit back, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a soft pop, and he whines.

“Please, it’s been so long, I can't-,” he says, panting, but you hold up a hand and stop him. You move yourself back upwards and hold a finger to his lips.

“You said you’ll be good for me, didn’t you?” you ask, pouting, and Cody whines again, the sound heightening your arousal to the point that your sex aches for him.

“Y-yes, I did,” he says, desperation in his voice.

“Then behave,” you say before you kiss him. His hands automatically reach for you, but he stops himself, dropping them back at his sides. You kiss him again.

“Yes cyare, I’ll be your good boy,” he murmurs, and you all but throb at the submission in his eyes. With that, you return to your position below his waist. You take his cock into one hand, and tap at his hip with the other.

“Eyes on me, soldier,” you say. Cody whimpers in response and it’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever experienced, making you shiver. You softly suckle at the head of his cock, moving the tip of your tongue against the small slit there and lapping up the sticky sweetness of his precum. He makes a low, throaty sound, and his hand twitches, but he’s otherwise motionless. You look up at him, satisfied.

“Good job baby, just like that,” you say, and he whines again.

“Cyare, please,” he says, and you take pity on him.

After a deep breath, you ignore the growing ache between your legs, then slowly take his cock back into your mouth. Keeping your breath steady, you suppress your gag reflex and take him further into your throat. The entire time, you maintain eye contact, ensuring that his attention is focused solely upon you. His gaze doesn’t waver. You hum again, and as you do, you move down along his cock far enough for your nose to press against his pelvis. Continuing to watch him, you begin to bob your head along his length, swallowing around him whenever you reach the base.

Cody curses loudly and clenches his hands into fists, but he obediently stays still, his eyes locked on yours. You gradually pick up speed, and just when you find a consistent pace, his concentration breaks and his hips buck, forcing himself as deep into your throat as he can go while his hands simultaneously fly to the sides of your head and grip you in an attempt to keep you from moving.

You softly slap at his hip with your hand, and he immediately releases you. You wipe drool off of your chin and cough once before crawling back up to his face.

“I-I’m sorry. I tried, I really did,” he says meekly. You gently shush him.

“I know baby, it’s okay. You did better than I expected, especially after so long,” you say softly, dragging your finger along his throat, which makes him swallow loudly. He looks expectantly up at you, his pupils dilated and his breathing heavy. You hold your hand over his chest and feel his heart pound just beneath your palm.

“Cyar’ika I am begging you, I can’t hold back any more,” he says. You make a sympathetic ‘aww’ sound, lean forward, and whisper into his ear.

“I can’t hold back anymore either,” you say, and Cody growls, sitting up to kiss you deeply and take a firm hold of your hips. You allow this, then push him down onto his back again.

You move to straddle him, then grip his cock before slowly, torturously, sinking down and essentially spearing yourself with it. The moment he enters you, the both of you make such a loud sound of relief that it echoes around you. You’re vaguely aware that someone probably heard that, but you’re too far gone to give a damn.

It really has been too long, you think, inhaling sharply as you stretch around him. Cody gives you a moment to adjust to his size, and once you meet his eyes and nod at him, he returns his hands to your hips and starts to thrust upward into you. His cock hits you so deeply that you gasp and shiver at the feeling before he quickly finds a rhythm, fucking up into you at a desperate and relentless pace. You find yourself on the edge far too soon, so you bend at the waist and kiss him before speaking.

“I’m too close already, switch with me,” you say. With a glint in his eye, Cody tightens his grip on your hips enough to bruise and rolls the two of you back over, still pounding into you the entire time. You take advantage of this new position and wrap your arms around his shoulders, keeping his chest tight against yours, while also crossing your ankles together at his hips, driving him even deeper into you.

He kisses you and l his desperate pace gradually slows into something more sensual, and he’s focusing more on being as close to you as possible than he is bringing either of you to an orgasm. After another kiss he rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and breathing you in while you do the same. His right hand finds your left and he interlaces your fingers before giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Meanwhile, his free hand has moved to the nape of your neck, holding you steady.

Your free hand holds the scarred side of Cody’s face. He sighs and leans into your touch before turning his head to kiss your palm. The gentle intimacy of it all makes you shiver again, then you softly speak.

“I love you so much Cody. I never should have left you, it was selfish and I’m so sorry,” you say, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

“Oh cyar’ika,” he says, brushing the tear away with his thumb. “I forgive you, but that doesn’t matter to me anymore; I finally have you back,” he says, kissing you softly.

You hold him even closer and start to rock your hips against him in time with his thrusts. He correctly interprets this as his cue to pick up speed again, and he drives himself so hard and so deep into you that your lower back tingles and your eyes roll into your head.

He keeps his hold on your hand and kisses you, the both of you greedily swallowing up each other's sighs and moans as your tongues slide over one another. After a particularly hard thrust, you break the kiss.

“Ah, C-Cody!” you cry out.

“Fuck,” he pants, sweat beading on his forehead from the exertion. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he continues, and you whine at his praise. “I want to have you like this for the rest of my life,” he says, and your heart swells. You look into his dark eyes, and all your thoughts about leaving him again evaporate.

“Then take me,” you say, whispering into his ear, making him groan.

“Cum with me first, cyar’ika,” he says before pressing his lips to yours again.

The moment he does, the tension that has been building in your gut snaps and your vision goes white as you experience the most intense orgasm of your life. Cody’s legs lock and you feel his cock twitch deep inside you as he fills you with his seed. He presses his forehead against yours as you both ride out the aftershock and gasp for air. He slips his softening cock back out of you and you whine at the empty feeling; you already want him again.

You and Cody lie there on the roof, clinging to each other and basking in the afterglow long enough for the last of the meteor shower to pass. It’s blissfully silent, save for an occasional sound of contentment from either of you. You yawn widely and sit up.

“Kellis is probably back by now,” you say, and your voice is slightly hoarse from the past hour of activity. Cody grunts in agreement, then also sits up. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, his chest warm against your back, and softly kisses your cheek.

“I’ve been thinking about that from the moment I saw your face,” he says, making heat spread across your cheeks. He chuckles at you. “Come on, let’s get dressed and head back downstairs before he sends a search party,” he says, kissing your cheek again before turning away.

You both find your pants easily enough, but as Cody pulls his borrowed shirt back on, you look around, your top half wrapped in the blanket, unable to locate yours. You hear someone loudly clear their throat and are startled so badly that you jump before whirling around toward the source of the sound. Kellis is standing in the open doorway to the roof, leaning against the frame with a smirk before he tosses something at you; your missing shirt. Apparently you had launched it off of the roof in your haste earlier. Cody laughs softly as you turn away from Kellis and put it back on, cheeks blazing.

With everyone now dressed, Kellis shakes his head incredulously at you and Cody before turning around and leading the way back to his apartment unit. Once you’re able to walk side by side, you and Cody clasp your hands together, occasionally stealing quick glances at each other with a sheepish smile.

To your relief, nobody says a word about what happened up on the roof, aside from Kellis telling you that you both sounded like fighting tookas as he locked up the bar. Cody laughs, loudly this time, before going into the refresher.

Once the door latches closed, Kellis turns to say something to you, and you can tell from his expression what that something probably is.

“You got a call,” you say. He nods at you, and you can’t help but stare at him, an anxious twist knotting up your guts as you wait for him to speak.

“I didn’t get any names,” he says.

“Which is good,” you say softly, and he nods at you.

“Right. So, no names, but I did get a description of the guy who seems to be leading all of it. A gen one clone with very short blond hair,” he says.

Your heart immediately sinks down to your feet.

Before either of you can say anything else, Cody returns from the refresher. He quickly notices the tense silence and pained look on your face, and he knows exactly what it means.

“You heard back,” he says. Kellis sighs.

“I did,” he says. “Do you want to know?” he asks.

Cody doesn’t respond right away, watching you instead.

“I listened in that night,” you softly admit. “I’m sorry.” Cody says nothing.

“I already told them,” Kellis says. The air of the room practically vibrates with tension.

“It is Rex, isn’t it?” Cody asks, speaking directly to you. You’re unable to speak, and so you merely nod, your eyes shining with tears.

He doesn’t say anything. Nobody does for a good minute or so. Eventually, Cody turns and goes outside onto the balcony, almost robotic in his movements, and shuts the door behind him. Kellis glances over at you to find you crying with a hand pressed over your mouth to muffle the sound of your cries. He gingerly holds his hand to your upper back, and you don’t shake him off.

“I think I know what you decided earlier,” he says softly. “Do you want me to talk to him?” You shake your head and take in a stuttering breath.

“Maybe you should go back home then,” he says. “It’ll give the both of you room to think.” he continues. You sigh heavily, but nod in agreement. He softly pats your back before retreating to the kitchen and fishing out the Spotchka bottle. He raises it at you, but you shake your head.

You take a moment to gather your scattered belongings, and just after you open the front door to leave, the sliding glass door opens and Cody returns inside. Kellis glances between the two of you and takes Cody’s place on the balcony, giving you both some space.

Standing in the open doorway, the same bag slung over your shoulder, and Cody frozen in place, staring at you, reminds you so vividly of when you left him years before that you become nauseous. You fight to ignore it, trying to will yourself into speaking, to say something to Cody, anything, but the words just won’t come. He also seems unable to speak.

After a few seconds, you turn away and step through the front door, leaving Cody motionless, hurt, and confused behind you. The door slides shut again before you can take a last glance at him.

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Hey There Delilah pt 11

Cody Rhodes x Fem!OC (Delilah Jones)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in april 2024, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Crying Kink, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Fingering, Smutty smut, Mentions of a Custody Battle, Pregnancy, Mentions of a possible Break up

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Cody sat on the church benches next to his beloved fiancée as he listened to the priest preaching the bible, he wasn’t a religious man, nor a spiritual one, but he only went to church with Delilah every Sunday just too see that sweet smile spread on her face, he admired her passion towards her beliefs and many other things, it was so special to her that he went out of his way to sit in mass with her every weekend for an entire hour, he did it to see that little smile on her face. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t bored out of his mind

Cody sat there trying so intently on focusing to what the preacher was preaching exactly but he couldn’t, the only thing keeping him awake was Delilah, his sweet angel, her skin as soft as butter, her hair as bright as the sub, she was a goddess in his eyes so who’s to blame him for treating her like one? Cody ran his hand down her bare thigh & hummed when she turned to him with a short pout & tried to put her focus back on the bible verse she was reading “Cody not now” he hummed scooting closer to her & dipped his hand further between her thighs before sighing & leaning into her ear “Are you telling me what to do sweetheart?” He spoke to her in a warning tone while his fingers teased their way closer & closer to her panties making her frown and try closing the Bible but he hummed in disagreement forcing it back open “Don’t let me distract you angel” Delilah huffed and shot him an irritated pout.

by the end of Sunday mass Cody smiled to himself with pride & Helped Lilah stand up & fix her panties followed by church dress before walking out of the church “Cody one of these we’re gonna get in trouble” he shrugged as he held her hand and lifted it to kiss her engagement ring “only thing that would get us in trouble is how loud you are angel, I’m still amazed with how sensitive you get despite how many times you ask me to fu-“ “CODY!” She smacked his arm as he snickered to himself with pride while they finally got back to the car.

2024 was an important year for Cody & Delilah, They had planned the wedding to fall on the exact day they met which fell on the 25th of may, on april 6th & 7th which was within a few days was wrestle-mania, Cody wanted Delilah, Kinsley & Mira to be at the event & also as a way to help set Randy up with Mira & hopefully blow the tension away from the pair, the road to WM has not been the easiest for either of them, Delilah hated watching Cody basically be taunted & bullied by The Rock & Roman, She didn’t even think that Monday night raw segment should’ve happened, Cody got into a scuffle with Rock on live television & Delilah hated every minute of it, hell he still had the belt lashes marked on his back still. Cody couldn’t keep count of the amount of times he had to reassure Delilah that he was fine but she wasn’t having any of it.

Once they got back to the house they heard Mira & Randy arguing over the wedding plans while Kinsley quietly sat in the living room finishing up this weekends homework & looked over at her older sister & Cody “Neither of them want to do anything what the fuck do you want me to say!” Randy huffed and Mira yelling & ran a hand down his stress express filled face “Cody doesn’t want to go to a strip club Delilah doesn’t want a bachelorette party what the fuck are we supposed to do now, they’re like gorilla glue they can’t have a moment away from each other because Cody starts acting like a fucking crack addict when he doesn’t breathe the same air as Delilah.” The couple shook their heads snickering before going upstairs to get changed leaving the other two alone again to keep arguing.

Lilah sat on the edge of the bed as she took off her heels and watch Cody take off his suit & winced at the marks covering his back, especially when they weren’t marks from her. Cody saw her look from the mirror he stood in-front of and gave her a smile but she kept frowning “Cody I can’t stand looking at those marks, it looks like your in constant pain.” He shrugged and tugged in a t-shirt before turning over towards her “Baby I can promise you first hand it didn’t even hurt 24 hours after that.” Delilah furrowed her eyebrows & shook her head “I don’t believe you.”

Cody sighed lightly and crouched to her level while helping take off her heels and leaving soft kisses scattered around her ankle “If I was in pain I would tell you.” Delilah cupped his face in her hands while her eyes scattered around his face admiring any features she found before pressing a soft kiss against his cheek “I hate seeing stuff like that happen to you.” She muttered while he hummed in acknowledgment & ran his fingers through her hair before a slight smile crept up across his lips, Lilah smiled for a split second until she felt a sudden urge to run towards the bathroom making Cody spring up & follow her “Oh sweetheart, I’m right here okay? Let it out” He crouched behind her as she was hovering over the toilet throwing up, soon Mira & Kinsley came into the room to check on what the fuss was about, “Jesus christ Delilah are you alright?” The blonde shook her head and sat back against a wall and stared at Cody & then Mira “I..I don’t think this is normal…I’ve been throwing up almost everyday.” Cody huffed a bit and tried to bring some light into the situation but before he could even let out a peep Mira turned her head towards him and glared.

Cody turned his attention back to Kinsley & smiled sweetly before clearing his throat “kins why don’t you hang out in the kitchen with Randy for a bit yeah?” Lilahs little sister furrowed her expression “But I want t-“ “20 bucks.” “Deal.” Kinsley immediately scampered out of the bathroom after Cody negotiated with her, Mira crouched next to Delilah & helped her get up and wash out her mouth “let’s just hope Cody’s cooking is what made you throw up.” Delilah smiled a bit and walked over to Cody & immediately engulfed herself into his arms with a tired grin “You feeling better angel?” she hummed in acknowledgement at his question before he & Mira helped lie her down, “I’m gonna go make sure Randy isn’t teaching Kins how to elbow drop anyone so, You too relax.” Mira sighed out before making her way downstairs leaving the couple alone.

Delilah hummed to herself before looking up at her soon to be husband & smiled “What is it gorgeous? What’s got you all smiley” Cody teased at her and ran his hand down her hair while she shrugged “Nothing, Just admiring you” he chuckled holding onto her hand, He felt as though he was under some sort of spell casted by Lilah, He was so infatuated with her that he couldn’t be with out her, her skin was always warm and soft, her eyes were like a hypnotic illusion he caught himself staring into, her lips were soft and plump and had a hint of cherry flavored chapstick spread against them, He was so addicted to the thought of her, since day 1 he instantly knew that he wanted her to be his, his wife, the mother of his kids, his soulmate, he didn’t just want her though, he needed her like he needs oxygen, he wants her to rely on him, depend on him and only him, he needs her.

Delilah was just as obsessed with him, She felt like a lost dog when he wasn’t around, She was addicted to his words, his kisses, his hugs, most importantly his touch, Anytime she found herself back in Cody’s arms she couldn’t help but melt & let him take whatever control he had over her, He was the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on, anytime he was in pain so was she, She’d melt at any moment if he touched her in any sort of way, she was like putty in his hands & that’s what he also loved about her, the two knew they wanted to have kids together, there was no doubt about it, it wouldn’t be a shocker to either of them if she had discovered she was pregnant since they’ve been trying to get to that point for months now.

Cody leaned up against her & smiled with her as he held onto her face & pressed his lips onto hers and pressed his hips against hers, Delilah hummed softly against his mouth and wrapped her arms around his shoulders before pressing a kiss against his cheek and neck, Cody pressed his crotch against hers even more and even lifted up her skirt pressing his fingers right against her clothed clit which was followed by a short whine right by his ear making him lift his head up and put on a fake pout “Oh I know baby, It must be so hard getting teased isn’t it? I’m sorry sweetheart, how can I make it up to you?” She frowned and tried tugging off his belt but he grabbed her hands shaking his head “Cody c’mon..!” He smiled “so impatient, y’know for someone who gets fucked almost daily you really sure do act a little bit touch starved.” Lilah huffed and pulled on his shirt “Please baby y’know I need you!” He grinned at her pleads and sat up before tugging his shirt off and throwing it across the room only to hover back over her for yet another kiss while he helped undress her all at the same time before taking off his own pair of pants and wrapping the both of them in the blankets that laid on the bed “your so fucking perfect sweetheart you know that?” Cody groaned against the crook of her neck as he pushed himself inside of her, Lilah let out a quiet moan before running her hands down his back “l-love you s’much” he grinned at her words before tangling his fingers into her hair.

With his free hand he lifted up her leg and placed it right on his shoulder & leaned down kissing her before thrusting inside of her at a slow pace, he admired her absolute beauty, the way her eye fluttered shut or rolled back whenever she felt any kind of pleasure, her mouth either hanging open or her lips slightly parted before letting a moan slip out or a strained cry or whine, her hair laid beneath her in a manner where she looked like a goddess in his eyes, no, she IS a goddess in his eyes, he lived to merely give her pleasure, she didn’t even have to do any work to please him, her the receiving pleasure she deserved was enough to give him pleasure. Each thrust she gripped at his arms and leaned up slightly on her elbows while her hips bucked up into his, Cody traveled his hand away from her hair and down her body just so he could tease at her clit while he sped up his thrusts, His cock throbbed inside of her making Lilah cry out a bit and squirm around, He pinched her clit In between his fingers and grinned as tears ran down her face from the overwhelming amount of pleasure she was getting "What's wrong, little one? Don’t you like it when I fill you up with my dick? Is it too much for you already angel?" He pouted teasingly before he lifted her other leg up and on his other shoulder before ramming his cock inside of her wet sloppy cunt while toying around with her clit as she nodded vigorously and scratched at his arms before blabbering out words that she won’t even remember they were said “F-Fuck daddy!!” He grinned in an almost evil manner before holding onto her throat lightly before stopping his moment “Say it louder for me I couldn’t hear you, baby. Say my name louder or I swear to god I'll stop everything right now and you can get yourself off, C’mon sweetheart be a good girl and call me daddy.” Lilah whimpered and tried fucking herself on his dick but he smacked her tits & shook his head causing her to cry and squirm around “Daddy please!! I ne-need you so bad! I..I’ll be good! Please just let me c-cum” she started crying and pressed her hands against the mattress as he teased and placed soft kisses on her ankles as he started pushing his cock further inside of her throbbing pussy and ran a hand down her pretty face and suddenly start thrusting into her faster & harsher

“Ffffuuckkk..” he groaned out before pulling her legs off of his shoulders while he leaned down and moaned in her ear, her cunt clenched around him making him lean his head back & gasping “f-fuck your taking my dick so fucking good princess” she nodded looked up at him with wide watery eyes “feels s’good daddy!!” She whined out and clawed at his chest as he buried himself deeper in her dripping cunt as his hips rocked back and forth before groaning once more “Want me to fill you up baby? Yeah? Take my cum like a good girl and let daddy give you a baby?” She bit her lip nodding as he spanked her clit and pressed his mouth against hers and pushed his tongue past her lips before pulling away and fucking into her tight wet hole making her cry out and arch her back “g-gonna cum!! Please let me cu-cumm!!!” She cried even more and pressed her thighs against eachother while he continued fucking her at a rabid speed before he saw her body convulse and shudder as she came all over his cock, once he realized her orgasm hit her pussy clenched tighter around him making Cody groan out & immediately spill his cum deep inside of her as his hips spasmed while he moaned out in ecstasy before leaning down and putting his entire body weight against hers without pulling out “fffucckkk…” eventually he pulled out & sat up and let Lilah relax for a moment while he ran a bubble bath for her after he took a shower and cleaned her up with a wash cloth a little bit.

Delilah smiled once he came back into the room to pick her up “Your pretty” He chuckled at her compliment before setting her in the warm water & kiss her engagement ring like he usually did as a new habit “Thank you beautiful.” He kissed her cheek as he sat besides the bathtub & help wash her off, Cody knew almost immediately he wanted to spend the rest of his life with his beautiful angel Delilah..

2 Weeks Later

It was finally April 6th & Delilah was terrified for Cody, after all of the promos, the trips to different states around the country, it was all nerve wracking, She was placed directly in the spot light all over the internet after March 25th, She attended the WWE hall of fame with Cody the previous night before Wrestle Mania night 1 & got interviewed multiple times from the paps on what it was like being in Cody’s life, How she felt over that violent incident in march & most importantly their engagement especially since multiple rumors circulated on the two, Of course because Delilah wasn’t very comfortable answering certain questions Cody would step in, but the media only got worse today. Cody & Randy had Mira, Delilah & Kinsley attend WM as moral support. But earlier in the day Cody noticed Lilah seemed off, her hand would either cover her mouth or stomach as if she felt like throwing up, at some point she did. Mira noticed this before but now she was growing extremely suspicious

Cody sat in his bus with the girls, Seth & Randy all together & noticed Delilah once again feeling sick. “Sweetheart are you sure you’re okay?? I’ll call off my matches right now if you’re not feeling too hot” Randy looked in his direction “Cod-“ “If I’m marrying her I’m going to take that seriously, if she’s sick I’m not doing the match, roman can live happily with that championship.” Delilah frowned shaking her head “Cody don’t do that, You’ve been waiting for this moment for your whole life even before me, don’t let me get in the way, it’s just a stomach bug, I’ll be there.” Seth furrowed his expression and looked towards Mira as she was sat comfortably on Randy’s lap despite their bickering over the last few weeks. “Lilah, You’ve had this stomach bug for almost an entire month. That’s not normal.” Mira hummed in agreement on Seths comment before clearing her throat as she watched Cody run his hand up and down Delilahs back “I’m just gonna spit it out since Kinsley is napping in the room, Knowing you two fuck like almost constantly I suspected something like this would happen so before we left for WM I bought a few pregnancy tests for Delilah. I’ve studies health shit since after high school and stomach bugs should not last for a whole entire month.” Cody turned his head back to Lilah and chewed his lip a bit “She has a point Angel, It wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Delilah leaned further into his embrace & felt a sudden wave of guilt, She knew they wanted to have kids, hell they’ve been trying since after the official engagement in colorado, but Cody was in his all time prime right now & she didn’t want to inconvenience him or burden him with this situation. Mira sat the three boxes of pregnancy tests on Delilahs lap and nodded “I want you to go and take them alright? We need to know if you’re actually sick or pregnant Lilah.” The blonde girl nodded her head & stood up hesitantly and made her way to the restroom, while everyone was waiting Randy got a text from Triple H to come into the arena with Cody & Seth to go over tonight’s plans, Cody stood up & knocked on the door “Sweetheart I gotta head out, Let me know what the results are tonight before I go out there.” Delilah stood in the restroom with the door locked as she stared at the positive tests with a heavy frown “O-Okay! I’ll see you soon.” She listened to his footsteps fade out followed by the bus door shutting, this is what she wanted, she wanted kids as soon as possible but guilt hit over the fear of ruining his life and getting in the way of Cody’s career despite both of them getting what they wanted after so long.

Mira eventually knocked on the door and once she was allowed in she stared at the tests that proved Delilah was infact pregnant, A grin spread across her face but soon faded out as she saw the expression on Delilahs “What’s wrong? You guys have been wanting this for so long??” Lilah looked up at her best friend and frowned “I-I feel like I’m going to ruin everything..He just- Cody just hit his prime & I-“ “Delilah he wants a baby more than that stupid gold belt, He literally just told you he was willing to give up this weekends opportunity of winning just to make sure you were healthy. You absolutely do not burden him.”

For hours Mira’s words surrounded her thoughts, it was getting closer and closer to Cody’s match & everyone sat in the front row of but Delilah was backstage with Cody in his dressing room “So what were the results?” His eager voice rang through her ears as she stood in absolute silence & fear “I..Cody we can’t be together..” He froze. Everything froze. “Come again? Where is this all coming from” He tilted his head keeping his composure as the inside of him panicked as to what he could’ve possibly done wrong “C-Cody we can’t be together, we’re polar opposite people and I- I’m getting in the way, I’m distracting you & you’re just entering your prime and I’m getting in the way of that.” She blurted out in a panic while he stood across from her and softened his expression, his hand moving to place itself against her face “swee-“ Delilah refused & hastily took off her ring & immediately left the room. She went back to the seats since she had no other idea on where to go and moments later Cody had made his entrance after romans & the match began. It was exhaustingly long and everytime Cody tried making eye contact with Delilah she either looked down or stared at the ring ropes to avoid eye contact, Kinsley was freaking out and cheering on Cody & even making fun of roman for a bit, Delilah winced every time Cody was punched or tackled & kicked. She disliked Roman with an absolute passion. She couldn’t help but rest her hand against her stomach and once Cody saw that he immediately knew.

After the match when Cody ended up losing which meant tomorrow was bloodline rules Mira, Delilah & Kinsley sat in the bus in silence until Mira broke the silence “Don’t do this Delilah, You realize he will find out your pregnant sooner or later because that man would rather fucking die in public instead of letting you give birth and raise another human by yourself.” Lilah frowned and stared down at the floor as her eyes welled up trying to speak but Cody got onto the bus and interrupted the conversation “Mira why don’t you take Kinsley to Randy’s bus for a bit, I need to speak with Delilah.” Mira knew at this moment he knew but she didn’t sense any danger but knowing Lilah’s past she nodded & grabbed Kinsley by the hand and left the inside of the bus but waited outside incase of any alarms, she knew Cody wasn’t a threat but she also didn’t want to leave Lilah by herself right now. “No.” Delilah looked up at him “What?” Cody shrugged shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweat pants “No. We’re not splitting up. Angel I know you’re pregnant.” Delilah froze as he sat next to her and pulled her engagement ring out of his pocket “I proposed to you for a reason, Delilah I want a life with you, do you realize how I’m absolutely so in love with you? I’m so in love with you that I would never move on if you left me, I would never love another woman or even touch another woman the way I do with you, I know your scared but you have got to let me take care of you. You will never and I mean fuckin’ NEVER Be a burden to me, If you told me to tap out on tomorrow night you bet your goddamn ass I would tap out, I don’t care if I’m in my prime or not you’re more important than that fucking championship, knowing I’m going to marry you and have a child with you & even raise Kinsley with you is a championship itself to me, You are the prime of my life, You are the only woman who will make me drop down onto my knees and beg you for anything. And sweetheart if you think I’m going to allow you to leave me, then I think you’re out of your mind.” Delilah took in his words & immediately bursted into tears which made Cody get off of the couch and crouch in front of her and put her ring back on her wedding finger before wrapping her into his arms “I-I’m sorry for being so stupi-“ “Don’t say that Angel, You’re not stupid, you are smart and beautiful & most importantly the mother of my baby. You’re overwhelmed, scared & I get it. But the fact you are blessing my life with a child & your existence is much more better than a gold belt.”

He held her tear stained face in the palm of his hands before placing a loving peck on the tip of her nose “You’re so beautiful” she sniffled and shook her head “I look like a mess” he hummed in disagreement and gave her a proper kiss on the lips “Don’t say that again, You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve laid eyes on.” She giggled out a bit and nodded her head and watched as he laid his hand against her stomach, “how’d you know?” He shrugged “Father senses kick in quick” she laughed out and lightly smacked his chest “oh shut up.” He grinned and caressed her belly “I knew when you were holding your stomach during my match, plus you kept looking at it.” She rolled her eyes smiling “You don’t even know if I am pregnant” He raised a brow and got up and went inside of the bathroom and saw the pregnancy tests lying on the counter before walking back out “again, must be dilf instincts” she grinned as he made her stand up for a kiss “Whatever you say”

“I love you to the moon and stars Delilah.” “I love you more than anything in the universe Cody.”

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OKAYYY i see your punknightintyre (i cannot spell.) post and i ask you. your opinions on la knight/roman reigns. i saw your art and lost my marbles but i wanna know your thoughts on it!! love your blog you are a Big Freak (meant positively) 🫶

Hooooooo boy! These two...

This isn't so much a conspiracy theory as it is a head cannon, one that's very much based in how I write them both in my fics.

So Knight is a loner. He's been on the roster for nearly two years and hasn't made a single friend or long-term ally. Because... he's a bit of a dick. He's brash, he's loud and he's self-centred. When he was being constantly attacked - and even abducted! - by Bray Wyatt/Uncle Howdy, not a single soul came to his aid. Past alliances have been short-lived (Rick Boogs), shaky truces (Randy Orton) or ended in disaster (AJ Styles). Even the other babyfaces just kinda... put up with him. I mean, look at his awkward arse at Wrestlemania 40 after Cody's win;

He deserves to be there because he was a player in the fight against The Bloodline, but he has no real ties to Cody. Maybe they each ran in for a save once, but that's really it. He sticks out like a sore thumb. (Hmmm, maybe that's why Punk is trying to get into his good graces. Punk likes loners, he likes to recruit them... but that's for another day.)

As for what Roman thinks about Knight?

As he says in my Winner's Room fic (which I really need to finish!);

"You've come a long way up the ladder in a very short period of time, I'll give you that. But don't let the dizzying heights get to your head. You don't belong here... you're not a main event player, hell, you aint even a midcarder. You're a bottom feeder! And now I've let you touch your toe onto the Island of Relevancy, I'mma throw you back into the depths of obscurity you came from."

To Roman, Knight is a pet, a plaything, a stray dog he can kick. He's something he can use and abuse without consequences. Nobody is going to run out and avenge Knight, because Knight has nobody! He's a free pass.

But he also gets right under Roman's skin!

To have this guy who came out of nowhere, who Roman considers so far beneath him he's barely worth his time, treat him with such blatant disrespect and embarrass him publicly is unforgivable. To make things worse, Knight is a human cockroach and no matter how badly he gets beaten down, he can not be defeated. There's a reason he has 'Defiant One' sewn onto his gear and he proves it, getting back up and getting back in Roman's face time and time again.

But it's more than that. Knight has something that Roman has always desperately wanted and yet never possessed?

The crowd!

Back in the Shield, Roman was arguably the least beloved of the three. As top babyface of the company, he was polarising, if not despised by the majority of the WWE Universe. The only way he could get them to love him was by becoming the villain they all imagined him to be.

So to see Knight inspire such devotion from the fans with a few cheesy catchphrases grates on him.

But deep down, if Roman was brave enough to admit it; he actually likes Knight. At least, as an opponent. He likes that they have no history, no prior relationship. There's nothing messy and Knight treats him no differently from any other man he's faced in the ring. Their feud is just about two wrestlers fighting for a shiny prize.

My latest artwork of them both features them in a 'winner's room' scenario after their Crown Jewel bout. Despite Knight being on the receiving end of a gruelling punishment, the scene has worn them both down. Roman is on his knees, as flushed and sweaty as his sub and smiling. Knight took his punishment well and allowed Roman to unleash his violent side and now he can be his true self. His gentler self that he can never be in front of the cameras, not when he's the Tribal Chief. Knight is in for the after-care of his life!

Because, at the end of the day, what does it matter if he shows his vulnerabilities to Knight? Not like he can go tell anybody?

Hmm..... Or maybe you're right Anon, and I am just a Big Freak! 🤣🤣🤣

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this is basically how the rookies episode goes :

cody (as soon as obi wan ends the call): yeah i cba to deal with this so i’m putting u in charge

rex: yay ! (proceeds to make the dumbest plan ever)

cody : spends episode regretting that decision

and yet it’s my favourite episode of clone wars

[coolkidwasteland]

That is so sad that my ask didn’t send😔😔 let’s see if I remember the questions

1. What color is your bedroom?

2. Pick a song for every letter of your previous answer

3. Uhhhhh what’s the tallest building you’ve been to?

4. Mmmmmmm what’s something your invested in/obsessing over/working really hard on rn

5. How’s your day? Or how was your day?

Rip my original one

<3

rip

1. mostly grey w/ a deep blue/teal accent wall

2. Brave as a Noun by AJJ

La Jolla by Wilbur Soot

Underground by Cody Fry

Eden by Sub-Radio

3. sears tower

4. i‘m slowly but surely working on my patch/pin jacket

5. my day has been ok, i had a lot of school assignments to finish

[galacticgraffiti]

October Thots (8)

Biting/Marking with Wolffe

Cannot believe this is the first time I'm writing for my gorgeous beloved Commander. Much like Brat Tamer Cody this is a Thot that has been living in my head rentfree for a while now. Also this really escalated wordcount-wise I'm sorry. I need to write some fullscale stuff for him, I know. I know.

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Warnings: Possessive!Wolffe, marking, biting, jealous wolffe, light degradation towards reader, consensual nude photography, dom/sub dynamics (let's be honest that was always gonna happen with Wolffe, the authority that man carries... FUCK)

!!! NSFW/18+ under the cut!!!

You've been waiting in the hangar talking to Comet, congratulating him on a successful mission, waiting for Wolffe to finish up his reports so you can go out for dinner

The 104th is on shore leave for just a few days and you will gladly take every single second you can get with your Commander

You're laughing as Comet regales you with tales of the battlefield - only the funny ones, the boys never tell you of their pain. None of them, except Wolffe. When you are alone, held by his arms, pressed against his muscular chest, sometimes he talks to you. Sometimes.

"And then he actually bit him," Comet says and you start to wheeze, you can not breathe, the image in your head is absolutely killing you

A hand sneaks around your waist and you are pulled into cool, hard plastoid. You yelp indignantly but relax into the touch. There is only one person who would dare touch you like that - Wolffe is here

You turn around in his arms to look up at him, grateful that he has already taken off his helmet. You missed his beautiful face

"Welcome back, my love," you say and stand up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips

His hand squeezes your waist before sliding down a bit lower and you blush - Comet must still be standing right there

"Hello, mesh'la." Wolffe stares down at you. "You having fun with the Corporal?"

You scrunch up your nose - what is he talking about?

"Comet was just telling me about..." you giggle into Wolffe's chest, wilfully ignoring his hand that just keeps inching down until he's brazenly cupping your ass, squeezing the flesh while Comet looks on, face unreadable behind his painted helmet, "...about how you- how you bit that one..-"

"You are excused, Corporal," Wolffe interrupts you and you hear the clanking of armour behind you when Comet salutes his superior and scurries away. Wolffe looks back down at you, a stern look on his face. "So you think that's funny, mesh'la, do you?"

A shiver runs down your spine. Well, he sure is in a mood, but if this is going where you think it is, you won't complain

"Well, you have to admit-" you start, but Wolffe cuts you off by taking your hand and turning around, simply pulling you along after him

"Wolffe, what...?"

"We'll see how funny you think it is once I have you on my cock, sweetheart. You'll beg for me to mark you, I promise you that."

Oh holy kriffing stars, you're in for it now

Wolffe drags you into a supply closet and shuts the door behind you, lights turning on automatically

"Take it off," he says and gestures at your outfit. You hesitate for a second and Wolffe grabs your face with rough fingers, staring down at you menacingly. "Take it off, or I will."

You hastily tug your shirt over your head and pull off your skirt and underwear, leaving you bare before him

Wolffe looks you up and down with an appraising glance

"Get on your knees for your Commander, mesh'la."

You drop to your knees immediately, hands in your lap as you look up at him waiting for more orders, just the way he likes it

"Such a good little whore for me, aren't you, now that I have you all to myself. Laughing at another trooper's joke before I came along, would you have let him drag you in here to fuck you stupid too? Hm?"

"No Commander," you answer breathlessly. "Of course not, only you."

"That's right, you are mine, mesh'la, don't forget that. Open your mouth." Wolffe takes off his codpiece and pulls down his blacks, cock already half hard and weeping with precum. You watch with parted lips as he strokes himself a few times before easing into your waiting mouth

"Just like that, sweetheart, take it all, show me how much you missed me," Wolffe hums, head falling back when you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock before hollowing your cheeks and sucking, pushing forward until he nudges at the back of your throat

He lets you play for a while, only once reprimanding you when you bring your hands up to cup his balls

"No hands, mesh'la. You're so good at running your mouth, now put it to good use."

You can feel your arousal gathering between your legs, some dripping onto the durasteel floor while Wolffe puts his hand in your hair and holds you still as he fucks your mouth

You can feel he is getting close, but just then, he pulls you off of his cock. You take a deep breath trying to steady yourself when he pulls you up from the floor and slides his hand between your legs

"Ah, see," he chuckles darkly. "Knew I could let you do all the work and still get you wet, you just love having your mouth stuffed with my cock, don't you, sweetheart."

"Yes, Commander," you answer obediently. He hoists you up so your back is pressed against the wall, holding you there with the sheer strength of his muscles and the fire in your belly burns hotter.

"Yeah you do," he mumbles and slowly lets you sink down until his cock, still slick with your spit, slides right into your fluttering cunt

"F-fuck," you choke out and he smirks

"That's what I planned on doing, sweetheart."

And he does, he really fucking does, bouncing you on his cock with the strength of his thick thighs and muscular biceps

Wolffe buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking and licking at the sensitive skin until you cry out his name, desperate for more

He lifts you up a little and buries his face between your tits, tongue tracing the soft flesh, sucking marks into the skin wherever he can reach

You're panting, your pleasure just building and building

When he bites down gently for the first time, right into the cord of muscle on your shoulder, you cry out, your cunt contracting around him and he chuckles

"Hmm, so I can make you scream from biting you," he rasps, his voice hoarse and strained. "Tell me why you were laughing at me earlier."

"I wasn't!" you cry, "I wasn't laughing at you, I just- the image of you-"

"You still think it's funny?" he snarls and you shake your head, droplets of sweat running down your forehead as he keeps bouncing you up and down

"No Sir, it's n-not funny. F-fuck, I need it- need you to- please, Commander-"

"What do you need, mesh'la?" Wolffe asks, arrogance lacing his tone. He is such an insufferable arsehole sometimes but right now you really, really do not care. "You need me to mark you up, sweetheart? Hm? Want me to leave my marks on you so you can show the world who you belong to, who gets to suck on these pretty tits, you gets to fuck you until you are screaming nothing but my name anymore? You want that?"

"Fuck," you howl, voice breathy and broken, "fuck yes I do, mark me, Wolffe, please, I need you to- need you to make me yours."

"That's it, beg me for it like a good girl... my little whore, so desperate for me to claim you as mine, as my territory, osik, mesh'la," he pants and bites down again, this time leaving teeth-shaped marks on your neck, both sides, before gently lapping over the sore skin with his tongue

Wolffe slows down the snap of his hips, the pressure and pace just enough to keep you right on the verge of your orgasm while he maps out your entire chest with his teeth and his tongue, leaving bruises and bitemarks and love bites all over until you are squirming and begging for him to let you come

"Please, Wolffe, please, I wanna come so bad, please let me, let me walk out of here bearing the marks of your teeth so all the troopers know that I'm yours, only yours-"

"Fuck," he groans, raising his head from between your tits, "fuck, yes you can come, mesh'la, come on my cock, let me feel how tight your pretty pussy can grip me, how much you love- loved me marking you up like this, claiming you as mine."

He snaps his hips up into you and his cock hits something absolutely fucking devastating. You are sobbing when you come, Wolffe's mouth on your tits, sucking a sensitive nipple into his mouth until you can feel nothing but the tingling sensation in your core and you finally explode. You are gushing around him, your legs shaking and your eyes pressed shut as waves of ecstasy consume you, falling and flying at the same time until your mind goes blank and fuzzy with pleasure

"There we go, mesh'la," Wolffe praises you, his voice suddenly softer, and then his hips stutter while your cunt is still clamping around him with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. Warm release fills you, leaking out of you with every lazy thrust of his hips while he continues languidly fucking into you until his cock is spent and starting to go soft

When Wolffe finally sets you back down on the ground, your legs are wobbly and he grins down at you with that insufferably arrogant smirk on his lips, eyes raking over your flushed body

"You should let me take a picture of this fucking artwork. Keepsake for me on the battlefield... Fuck, you look beautiful like this, so fucking pretty all marked up by me."

Later that night when you step in front of the floor-length mirror in your flat, Wolffe is standing behind you, his broad body framing yours so perfectly. And you let him take a picture.

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[nottonyharrison]

A bullet pointed summary of all my Star Wars fics

*note* this hasn’t been updated in months I might consider it one day but right now nah too many it’s unweildy

Of Duty (Rexsoka, Codex, Codexsoka, Blyla, Queerplatonic Codywan, WIP @ 12/25 68k, E)

Everything is pain

No seriously this is the misery AU

Extremely bad life choices

Dead doves everywhere

The writer did not go into this intending to write poly

Of Duty: Sacrifice (Foxiyo, WIP @ 7/20 15k, M)

Politics, Politics Politics

Fishbowl Fox

Riyo Chuchi and the Horrifying Morality Crisis

Knock Yourself Out (Sev/Fi/Parja, 5.5k, E)

The endless frustration of Sev’s internal monologue

A very specific type of L O N G I N G

Buddy you’re so close to figuring out your sexuality and it’s driving everyone nuts

Kal Skirata and the vaguely hostile  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Idle Tether (Cody/Ahsoka, unrequited Cody/Rex and Rex/Ahsoka, 1.3k, E)

Do not read this if you can’t handle it rough

No seriously

This fic not safe for...

Just trust me on this

At Least Something’s Stayed the Same (Fox/Rex, 3k, T)

Oh no did I write more FoxLives? What a shame

Rex is Not Happy About This

Crying.

Anatomy Study (Ahsoka/Rex, 4k, E)

Old Rex Can Get It™

Age related body dysphoria is absolutely a great premise for a fic don’t @ me

Blink and you’ll miss it repcomm reference

SO MUCH blathering on for such a short fic

Different Toned Flecks (Fox/Vos, 3k, M)

Frenemies to lovers oooh yeah that’s the good stuff

Gratuitous setup gratuitous grime

Fox says my job sucks please and thank you

Off the Books (Besany/Ordo, under 1k, M)

Rated M for Mukdek

Ordo likes to learn new things including sexy things

Besany Wennen is (almost) unflappable

Equilibrium (Howzer/Ahsoka/Rex, ~13k, E)

Overly complicated Howzer backstory that nobody asked for

You didn’t have an OT3? WELL YOU DO NOW

Not really unrequited love I prommy

COINCIDENCES GALORE

Kinky.

Everything Turned Out Fine (Eleni/Cham/Howzer, under 1k, T)

Create OC, kill OC moving on...

Reunions! Yay!

Extremely canon divergent because fuck canon, that’s why

Clones in the Rebellion! Yay!

Five Sentence Ficlets (Multi, Ongoing series now with accompanying art, various ratings)

What it says on the tin

Send me a headcanon or prompt in my askbox to get your heart broken and feelings dismantled quickly and painfully

Stop, Reset (KixRex, 1.5k, T)

Emotional isolation

Rex and his absolutely truly really not a martyr complex honestly it’s just being pragmatic

Kix is the prettiest clone no write ins

Possibly the best kiss I’ve ever written but maybe that’s because it’s still new and shiny

Yeah, I'm fine (Echo, Ahsoka, Rex, eventual OT3, WIP, T + E final chapter)

Five times they comfort one another and one time they fuck

Rex can be a real prick sometimes

Did someone say character development?

Echo my beloved

Ahsoka, Echo, Rex, and the No Good Terrible Very Bad Days

More Than a Maybe (Rexsoka, 3.5k, E)

Xeno tentacles

Snark

Too much emotional weight for a Tuesday night

Hidden in Plain Sight (EchoFives, 1.8k, T)

FiveLives

Implied strap-ons

Please congratulate me for keeping this T rated

Many many ellipsis and em-dashes

Good People (CodyFox, 1.5k, M)

Hatefucking

Roundabout ways to explain why 79s is called 79s without actually saying the bar is 79s

Basically just worldbuilding with some clone romance thrown in the mix don’t @ me about it

Apparently a killer of a closing line but IDK you decide

Debrief at Oh Nine Hundred (Fives/Ahsoka, pre Fives/Rex/Ahsoka OT3, heavily referenced one sided Fives/Rex, 2k, E)

Long promised sequel to Pick Your Moments

No worldbuilding just horny

Fives’ head is a mess don’t come at me about it

Calling out accidental voyeurism is an aphrodisiac k?

Thirty Levels Up, Due East  (Blyla, 5.5k, E)

Bly is a sub no write-ins

Pr0n

Ripping off my own shit

That one time Bly and Aayla went to a strip joint

Discretionary Alternative (Un-fun Codywan, 3k, M)

Oof

10 years of Imperial indoctrination will do things to a guy

Obi-Wan is a kriffing asshole

M Rated but no fucking

Intermediate (Rexsoka, 4.5k, E)

Thirty-Somethings finally getting their shit together

Awkward fucking

That’s phosphorescent and I was not expecting that

Weird-ass metaphors

Pick Your Moments (FIvesoka, 6k, E)

Dipping out after important truth bombs

More plot than required to facilitate zero-G porn

Oops, I had An Emotion

Trying to rip a droid’s head off with your thighs is an aphrodisiac just trust me on this

Hope, Perhaps (Codysoka, 4k, E)

Even more Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

No seriously this is some fucked up self flagellatory identity porn (credit goes to the comments)

Existential MCD

Ugly grieving of the worst kind

Counting the Beat (Codex, 2.5k, E)

Inappropriate boners

That’s it, that’s the fic

It Doesn't Work Like That (Rexsoka, 2.5k, M)

I really need to stop writing DDDNE fics this is a problem

HIGHLY inappropriate fraternization

More ugly grieving

Fuck off, Fives

The Merits of Fleshglue (and Other Flirting Techniques) (Padmaayla, 1k, T)

Make the most of being alone on a spaceship with a hot lady or u dumb

Bly has a nice ass no more questions Your Honour

Commentary on That Dress because what is going on with the state of the women’s clothing industry in this galaxy, honestly

Fuck subtle

REXSOKA WEEK 2021

Gravitational Potential Energy | M For day 1: Boredom/Hurry up and wait

Everyone’s favourite, UST

That very specific form of exhibitionism where you’re trying to get someone’s attention while working out

Rex’s beard is hot no write-ins

Fifteen Hundred by Fifteen Hundred | E For day 2: Some like it hot(t)

Friends with benefits with big stupid feelings

Remember team, if you’re gonna do it in a shower make sure you have something to grab on to

The Twits | T For day 3: Bitter, not so sweet

They’re idiots, your honour

Besany Wennen is hot and will steal your girl (and Ordo can share too, I guess)

Fuck Kal Skirata, he dead

Scratchy Blanket | T For day 4: It happened once in a dream/AU day

Rex dies you’ve been warned

Existential horror mixed with a bunch of force visions is a great way to realise you fucked up

Dead Dove: Do not eat

Playthings | E For day 5: Show me your dark side

Rex is a sub and finally admits it.

Ahsoka’s unconvinced

Pegging with a Side of Power Play™

Seriously read the tags my kinks are showing

Convoluted and Ridiculous | M For day 6: Truth or dare

Repcomm adjacent

Rex in Lingerie, you’re welcome

Apparently I wrote comedy as an apology for Scratchy Blanket

Made You Look | E For day 7: FUBAR

Look away Cody, you horndog

When you’re desperate to escape the empire you’ll sometimes push things a bit too far

Only a bit of semi-consensual voyeurism

Pre-OT3 because I had to chuck a bit of that in this week who the heck do you think I am?

[cienie-isengardu]

axelzp replied to “The Bad Batch”:

I think most people take issue with Omega and TBB due to concerns over whitewashing. Also, what do you have against the explanation of the biochips? Personally, I always thought it fit Palpatine's controlling nature better than the idea of clones just getting a command from some random guy in a hood, telling them to kill the Jedi.

First off, I apologize it took me so long to answer. I tried to explain my reasoning in a short and coherent way as possible, but apparently the years of frustration about this issue needed more space to be properly addressed. So, in advance, sorry for text length.

From all TCW changes done to star wars, the chip-in-brain is one of my top 3 reasons to dislike the whole TV show, despite many of its good moments. I understand why authors chose this sub-plot that allows them to separate the visibly individual "good" clones (thus making them more likeable for the audience / marketing) from the “bad” that kill the Jedi but frankly, I find it a cheap and kinda problematic excuse. Clones were victims regardless of which version people will accept but I really despite the idea that Jedi were their beloved generals and commanders - so beloved that clones actually had nightmares about killing them waaay before Palpatine ultimately won which undermines the whole point of Order 66. 

Jedi could never expect clones to shoot them in the back because they were used to their unquestioned obedience from the start of war. It was common knowledge, repeatedly mentioned in sources like “Jedi Trial” that clones were “bred to war, bred to discipline, bred to obey without question the orders of the powers that paid for their services”. Clones were made that way by genetic manipulations and years of intensive training; an indoctrination that makes clone troopers believe they have obey, no matter what cost.

Some sources, like Clone Wars Adventures’ “Orders” outright show us the mindset of clones:

and We’ve got nothing but each other ad our orders.

Because of that worldbuilding, I prefer Legends take on clone obedience and the Jedi approach to the problem than what TCW created. I talked about it more here, but the general sense is that I feel cheated by the idea of chips that turn people into some “programmed” machines because in such way, TCW erased the Jedi & Republic part in abuse & enslavement of clone troopers, while at the same time giving an unrealistic idea that Jedi were so liked / respected when most of clones did not have any special bond with them. And this is less about if Jedi were good military leaders or not and more that as generals/commanders they didn’t interact that much with common troopers. Because the chain of command doesn’t work like that. I’m willing to buy the close(r) bond between Anakin & 501st because frankly Darth Vader himself from the start was built as someone with better relationships with common troopers / “normal” officers than with most of the high ranking officers presented on screen. I’m pretty sure some other Jedi were caring and liking clones (and vice versa) but it is impossible for generals to know and be so close to all of their troopers.

Above everything else, Legends created an interesting situation in which the Jedi Council / Order knew clones would follow orders no matter if those were right or not and were aware how dangerous it could be yet they still didn’t do anything about it, because the obedience of clones were beneficial for them. Jedi not only took for granted their obedience, they mistook it for respect.

Which really speaks a lot about Jedi's own moral failing and/or lack of understanding the difference between those two terms.

In the Legends sources, there was no need for chips, really, when from the start Kaminoans tinkered with clone genome, created the effective system of “proper” education to mold clones into obedient soldiers and Republic wasn’t really interested to undo the damage done by such indoctrination. 

Before TCW brought the chips and “nightmares haunting clones” there were officially established Contingency Orders for the Grand Army of the Republic: Order Initiation, Orders 1 Through 150. A guideline for unexpected and/or critical situations, so the Great Army of Republic [GAR] would know how to proceed - especially when troopers were given contradictory orders. The orders (also known as Clone Protocols) weren’t secret and there is a big chance that Jedi knew it, if someone bothered to learn the manual. The whole formula of Order 66 was described as:

"In the event of Jedi officers acting against the interests of the Republic, and after receiving specific orders verified as coming directly from the Supreme Commander (Chancellor), GAR commanders will remove those officers by lethal force, and command of the GAR will revert to the Supreme Commander (Chancellor) until a new command structure is established."

And here how the scene played in the RotS novelisation:

That concealed compartment held a secure comlink, which was frequency-locked to a channel reserved for the commander in chief.

Kenobi nodded and spoke to his mount, and the great beast overleapt the clone commander on its way down into the battle.

Cody withdrew the comlink from his armor and triggered it.

A holoscan appeared on the palm of his gauntlet: a hooded man.

"It is time," the holoscan said. "Execute Order Sixty-Six."

Cody responded as he had been trained since before he'd even awakened in his creche-school. "It will be done, my lord."

The holoscan vanished. Cody stuck the comlink back into its concealed recess and frowned down toward where Kenobi rode his dragonmount into selflessly heroic battle.

Cody was a clone. He would execute the order faithfully, without hesitation or regret. But he was also human enough to mutter glumly, "Would it have been too much to ask for the order to have come through before I gave him back the bloody lightsaber. . . ?"

The order is given once. Its wave-front spreads to clone commanders on Kashyyyk and Felucia, Mygeeto and Tellanroaeg and every battlefront, every military installation, every hospital and rehab center and spaceport cantina in the galaxy.

So there is really no “random hooded guy” calling clones to kill Jedi but Chancellor himself using an appropriately secured military channel with confirmation of his identity to issue a legal order in a critical situation (an opportunity created by the Jedi Council themselves who went into the Senate building to kill Palpatine). So why the clones shouldn’t listen, when the order came directly from the Supreme Commander of the Great Army of the Republic? 

Of course, the movie (and novel based on it) alone has this weird addition like “yes my Lord'', what I personally consider as the cinematic way to show the switch from Chancellor Palpatine to Emperor Darth Sidious. Still, I’m willing to give some benefit of doubt about the modification made by Kaminoans and if Order 66 could trigger anything hidden in clone subconscious. But even if there was something, it didn’t erase their personalities or changed the way clones behaved like it happened in The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch.

One way or another, the Order 66 worked out because clones “have no malice, no hatred, not the slightest ill intent that might give warning. They are only following orders”. Which I guess comes down to how clone troopers were presented - or maybe rather how they were seen by other characters in the Legends. As more detached, combat pragmatic, toned down, to some degree isolated from the outside world, less individual. Regardless of what Jedi or Republic citizens thought about clones, it did not make them any less human beings.

And here comes the paradox of The Clone Wars. The TV show made great effort to humanize clones by presenting them as very individual, outstanding people which in itself is a great thing. The names, the tattos, the different paintings of armours, visible variety of behaviour. All great to make the audience see clones as human beings, to get emotionally invested into them, because the more likeable clones were the better for marketing the story (and the cynical part of me thinks it really comes down to making money, isn’t it?)

But this effort became also the trap and the inhibitor chips is the excuse to make such loved, caring and brave characters into the detached clones gunning down the Jedi in Revenge of the Sith. 

The things that irks me a lot about this situation is the feeling like fans started care for clones because they were made into different type of characters than what they were (similar like Anakin’s movie characterization was thrown out of the window, to make him more suitable for fans who wanted the badass typical male hero instead of introverted, conflicted and traumatized young man). The clones get the visible individuality to make them the heroes we should root for, but then there is the “magical” switch that will cut down their heroic deeds because now they are “bad” and stormtroopers can’t have any personality. Which is just… frustrating. 

Don’t get me wrong, I adore how clone troopers get more visible individuality (even if sometimes if felt too exaggerated), but the “not standing out from the group”  was something that kept clones alive on Kamino and I can see why it was used as coping mechanism (the safe option) during the war. I regret that The Clone Wars didn’t show the transition from AotC nameless troopers into such individuals and how much it happened thanks to Jedi, what may help to build the feeling of supposed strong bond between Jedi and troopers. Because frankly, when we met TCW!clones, they already have names, different colors and marks on armor plates and helmets and for all we know, they could create their own “culture” without Jedi influence.

The final part of why I hate the chip-in-brain sub-plot is how it changed clones. Because even if that was a means to force clones into killing Jedi & ensure that Order 66 will be carried on no matter what, it shouldn’t change them into bullies toward their own brothers. But now in The Bad Batch, the clones don’t speak between themselves, are aggressive toward others and generally act like assholes for no real reason. And yeah, I get this may be a cinematic metaphor for a change from “good” republic soldiers into “bad” imperial stormtroopers and most likely something along the way “Republic/Jedi gave you individuality, Empire takes that away” but frankly, Republic did not give anything to clones. It did not acknowledge their human right, didn’t have any plan for their future, didn’t pay for their service or more expensive medical treatment for that matter, did not teach them they could - should - make their own choices.

Now clones are cheering for the Empire because inhibitor chips! They are assholes, because inhibitor chips! They shoot their *beloved* Jedi generals because of the chips! 

And in a way, I get this resolution, the chips make it clear clones were victims. But even without them, they were victims from the start. Except now clones are “programmed” while in Legends the senate (a power paying for their life) officially and legally renamed Republic into Empire and clones were glad for still having a purpose in life. The war ended (thus their usefulness), but they were still needed - still wanted - instead of being put down or closed at Kamino or whatever. I can see why the uncertainty of the future made clones cheering up for the Empire. And frankly, I personally prefer them not caring for the political change (because why should they? It never was their job to *judge* the rightness of their superiors) instead of being “programmed” like some droids and playing the role of fodder to kill for the “good guys”.

Dunno, if I explained properly my issue with inhibitor chips, it just feels to me as not really convincing and a too risky concept in the bigger picture of the things and the fact that Jedi just like that ignored this suspicion matter of Tup and Fives and biochips doesn’t help either. Like I said, I understand why the chips were introduced to the story, as the excuse in the change of clone troopers’ behaviour but at the end of day, Legends worldbuilding will always make more sense to me. I don’t need overly done differentiation of clones to care for them as an individual human beings (and it kinda seems to me like that, clones suddenly became fan favorite when every looks or act differently but not when the AotC literally presented them as an army created to blindly obey Jedi/Republic) and I don’t blame them for sticking with Empire because what better option they had, considering their upbringing and the pathological system in which they lived all their life?

Dunno, I’m biased and may just have allergy to TCW in general.

As for Omega, I’m not really surprised about this concern, especially after seeing TBB’s version of padawan Kanan (that if not for A) some basic knowledge about his backstory and B) Depa Billaba calling him by name, I would probably never have figured out who he was supposed to be). But for Omega alone, I don’t mind her look, because I’m used to Legends!Jango’s biological family in which his mother and sister were both blond haired women and frankly, some “defective” clones (including Rex?) apparently could be blond too, so it seems like Jango’s genome has a recessive gene somewhere for that color of hair. I try to hold my judgment about Omega and her appearance until the full backstory will be revealed because there is still a chance that Fett’s DNA was mixed with someone else's (still I hope Omega is not force sensitive…). I mean, Hunter has heightened senses while Wrecker has almost supernatural strength and both traits seem to be not really human, so who knows what Kaminoans really did with them.

 I understand people’s emotional response to Disney’s approach to characters and their visual look, especially since it isn’t the first screw up in New Canon (the models for characters in general and New Mandalorians especially). I’m totally okay with people’s criticism of that matter and demanding from Disney more diversity and respecting the already established ethnicity of certain groups. I’m aware I may not be sensitive enough to that matter as some other people (even more with barely watching TV shows to have any current and up-to-date comparison to trends in cartoons) and I’m pretty sure more qualified / invested fans already wrote or will be writing soon great metas about that. But the thing that irks me is hearing people saying that Omega *can’t* be Jango’s clone - I don’t like this sort of exclusion based on someone’s look alone. She may not look like Fett or other (male) clones but it is not something Omega chose for herself and does not erase her connection to the rest of the Bad Batch. Being angry at Disney/creators for her look is a different matter I don’t have any problem with.

[kaminobiwan]

restraint

pairing: commander cody  x  reader

summary: you put Cody in his place. it just so happens to be in a chair. (or, more accurately titled ‘restrained’.)

warnings: a lil spicey, as all my tho(gh)ts about Cody are. sexual tension. the like.

a/n: dedicated to the sweetest person alive, @milliusprime​. happy birthday, shay, I love you :-) loose sequel to repreive, though I changed the reader to gender neutral. perhaps a trilogy in the making? the subtext of sub!cody be strong in this one.

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The next moment you get alone with him takes place on Coruscant.

You’d seen and talked to him a couple of fleeting times while on Geonosis, gotten close enough to see clearly that he hadn’t been too badly injured from the fray at Point Rain — or the mess that had been General Unduli’s rescue mission, for which you had yet to thank him properly for his instrumental role in saving your beloved assigned-Jedi.

You honestly don’t know why you still have a flat on Coruscant, given that most of your time is spent on the Tranquility or various command centers throughout the Outer Rim, but it’s times like these when you’re thankful to have a semblance of home to come back to.

Although, Cody fulfills that feeling better than any apartment ever could.

Gree had made sport of your visible enthusiasm at clocking out, lazing expertly along your desk as you closed out the rest of your tabs on the fifth datapad you’d held that day. His shift had ended hours prior, orienting the newest shinies to fill the ranks that had been lost since last shore leave. You know it’s a bittersweet feeling for him, meeting the replacements for his fallen brothers, so you let him stay whenever he seeks the company of someone who doesn’t share the face of those he’s internally mourning.

Usually that consists of him bothering you with mindless factoids of the newest fauna he’s become fixated on, but today, he’d burdened you with oversharing explicit details of his most recent passion party.

You’re closer than most officers are with their clone commanders, always have been, but your relationship had only strengthened since you’d covered for him the last time the 41st had been on Coruscant. After a rowdy night at 79’s, he’d been AWOL right until the hour before the Corps were scheduled to ship out, and you’d run into him sneaking back into the barracks covered in the bites and scratches of what had looked to be from multiple species, looking all too pleased about it.

That, and the fact that he’d managed to find out your secret relationship with his ori’vod after finding a yellow-painted vambrace in your cot after a late night of gossiping in your quarters on the Venator.

It was to your endless misfortune that Gree was as smart as he was salacious.

Gree was a good secret-keeper, though, and in exchange for not exposing him as a red-blooded slut to your General, he’d sworn to not tell anyone that you were sleeping with the revered Marshal Commander of the 212th. A tit-for-tat arrangement, on top of your friendship forged in the midst of war-borne ridiculousness and erudite pastimes.

“You know,” He’d grinned at you as you’d shrugged on your coat over your officer’s uniform, “if you and Cody ever want to add a couple people into the mix, I’ve got plenty of suggestions.”

You’d laughed — really snorted at the prospect. It wasn’t that you and the commander weren’t looking for ways to spice up your relationship, but you doubted Cody would be open to sharing your bed with one of Gree’s wild and unruly conquests. Far from prude, Cody wasn’t opposed to less than intimate (or perhaps increasingly intimate) situations, but you knew he had a certain preference for such activities.

Your lover was a particular one.

(Of course, you didn’t exactly fit into that specific preference perfectly, but you also liked to consider yourself more than someone who merely shared the sheets with Cody. A permanent exception, of sorts.)

As you’d respectfully declined the offer, he’d roped you into a one-armed hug and a squeeze to your shoulder. You’d bid him goodbye with a pat to his middle, and discreetly pocketed the durasteel rings you’d snagged from his utility belt as you’d separated from his side to hail a speeder home.

You figured Gree could survive without his stun cuffs for the night. It was the least he owed you after dumping images and stories about his sexual escapades you would never unhear.

‘Home’ is only a ways away from the GAR central headquarters, a short ride to the Residential district, and you’re stepping lighter and quicker than usual as you cross the steps to your entrance as the last rays of the sun tickle your exposed skin.

Not two seconds after opening the door, you look up with a start at the sound of muffled crunching by the sink, and surprise morphs into warmth when you realize it’s Cody, slurping quietly from the bowl he always seems to favor whenever he’s over. He shovels another mouthful in as you look on with barely disguised amusement, bantha milk dripping comically from the corner of his mouth. He’d beaten you here.

The initial stupor fades as you share a laugh, forgoing a greeting in favor of a well-placed jab. “So, not only did you stop by Dex’s and not get me anything, but you’ve perused my groceries as well?” He tries and fails to hide his smile behind his spoon, and you get in another verbal poke before he swallows. “Everyone knows Dantooine cereal is served dried for a reason.”

“I prefer it this way,” he mumbles, staring pleasantly at his evening snack. You know as much — Cody’s secretly a picky eater.

You tuck your coat into the fold of your arm before striding forward, wrapping the other one around his neck to pull him down for a sweet and milky kiss. He murmurs something unintelligible against you before reconnecting your mouths, and you hum contentedly as he balances the bowl to better curve downwards. “Hello,” you trill, tongue darting out to clean his lips. “You shower yet?”

He shakes his head, taking a moment to peer unreservedly at your face. His own brightens at your happiness to see him, and your chest swells at the sight. Unlatching from him quickly, you set your things on the table, making sure to slide them inconspicuously out of Cody’s reach. “Was waiting for you,” he rumbles as he kisses your palm.

Good. A thrum of satisfaction vibrates low in your gut as you hum, plastering a front of nonchalance across your features as he revels in the rare opportunity to drink you in. It’s hardly ingenuine, as his presence never fails to wash away the majority of your worries whenever you’re close. Even in the company of other people, which he sometimes seems to be physically allergic to.

You pat his cheek affectionately and watch him lean into your touch. “You tired?” As you inquire again, you reach for his bowl, holding back a retort when he maneuvers it out of your way. You continue speaking to his back as he turns and washes his own dish, always insistent on cleaning up his own messes. “You wanna sit down?”

He makes a noncommittal sound, but sits anyways after he cleans and dries, and you flock to his lap, presence adoring as it relieves him of any remaining stress of the day. You massage his shoulders without prompting, and he gazes up at you sincerely in thanks.

“Should I be asking how you managed to get a breakfast order from the diner at almost dinnertime?” You melt into his hold as his hands wander your back, uncharacteristically free from his combat gloves and armour. He’s down to his blacks, you realize, and a smile crosses your face at how perfectly the situation is falling into place. “Or is that classified information?”

He chuckles lowly, indulging in your lighthearted ridicules with prepotent comebacks of his own. “Maybe Dex just likes me,” he says, an intentional taunt to his voice. “Hermione always lets me order whatever I want.”

At the mention of Dex’s waitress, you bristle slightly, but respond cooly when he raises a challenging brow at you. He doesn’t usually make such insinuations, but it inspires a prickling jealousy despite. You watch the corners of his mouth quirk up when you reply. “Bet there’s a couple things she can’t give you.”

Cody simpers, far too smugly for your liking. “Maybe.”

You kiss him then, deliberate and vigorous, and he lets you, face angling to yours in an instant. He pushes up from the chair, stretching his torso to meet your touch robustly, and you fight off the daze that threatens to consume you after mere instants of his lips under yours. Lifting one eye open, you reach across the table for your coat pocket the same time you push your tongue into Cody’s mouth.

His grip tightens around your waist as you find what you’re looking for, and while he’s distracted by a few more gratuitous moments of clacking of teeth and brushing of tongues, you capture both of his wrists swiftly and secure them to the middle rung of the chair with a distinct snap.

You detach your from Cody as his eyes shoot open, claps holding tight as he wriggles his arms behind the back of his seat. You hold in a snicker at his expression, though by the ease of which you’d distracted him, you almost wonder if he’d purposefully let you lock him there.

“Binders?” 

“Stun cuffs,” you correct, only for the hundredth time. It was an ongoing argument between the two of you.

Cody rolls his eyes as per usual, so far that for a second, you only see the whites of his eyes before he fixes you with a flat stare. “Only COMMOs call them that,” he chides, managing to still sound authoritative even while cuffed beneath you. “I’ve told you this.”

“Yes, well, you’ve told me a lot of things.” You mimic his actions with a snarky look of your own. “I don’t always agree.”

As you shift in his lap, his eyes flash noticeably. The air thickens again in a second, and you feel your hands tighten around his thighs as he flexes the wide, corded appendage below you. You can tell he’s slowly relaxing into the seat, body loosening as he breathes deeper against your chest, but his last grasp at control doesn’t surprise you. Cody always seems to need to feel like every decision is his own, even when he’s backed into a corner — or in this case, strapped to a chair.

The words send sparks down your spine, nevertheless. 

“I like it when you listen.”

A smile spreads slowly across your face, and you lean closer to him, making sure to drag your hips torturously along his crotch before letting the tips of your noses bump briefly. The action draws a near-silent grunt from the man underneath you, and your lips trail lightly along his as he squirms. After tracing a full circle around his mouth with your own, you deprive him of a kiss as he cranes his neck upwards to reach you. Roguishly, your smile spreads slowly into a smirk. “And I like it when you beg.” The sharp intake of breath that comes from him fills you with much more triumph than you let on. “Am I gonna get that, tonight?”

Cody swallows audibly as his honey-glazed gaze flits back and forth between your eyes. He begins to nod, the last shreds of his resistance falling away to the quickly growing lust warming his skin, but you shake your head in disapproval. “I need to know, Cody.” Your arms stretch behind him to tap the cuffs around his wrists, and you feel his fingers extend to grab for you. They fail, for the most part, but he settles on running his thumb along the back of your hand as he stares at you earnestly. “Is this okay?”

It’s a long time before he speaks, but with difficulty, he manages an affirmation. “Yes,” he whispers, almost inaudibly. “I want it.”

You almost shriek with glee.

Instead, you opt for a restrained grin as you smooth your palms across the width of his shoulders, his admission igniting a heat in your blood that pulses with every second you caress his broad chest. Like a flame creeping towards gasoline, it grows steadily at the prospect of testing the composure of the most patient soldier you’ve had the pleasure of laying eyes — and lips — on.

Because Cody doesn’t come to you for patience. He comes to you for reprieve.

The racy desire rises faster within you the lower your fingertips dance along his body, catching on the thin fabric of his bodysleeve, and the clothing is thin enough that you can feel his abdomen tighten and constrict as you spread your hands over the plane of muscle. Almost cruelly, you sweep your palms back up, thumbing lightly over his nipples before stopping at his arms, squeezing lightly around his biceps, and Cody twitches in response. It’s then that you decide, with little remorse, that yes, you’re going to play with him today.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper, lips gentle along the shell of his ear as you press your body to his. “I didn’t have time to snatch the stun remote.” You nip playfully at his lobe. “Unless you want me to, next time.”

You don’t give him a chance to respond before you descend to his bared neck, skimming your mouth along his pulse point and lightly sucking. You graze his skin occasionally with your teeth, mild lovebites blossoming blue and purple along the dark brown, and Cody releases his first groan of the night as you purse your lips against the base of his throat. Too late, he realizes you’re teasing, and he yanks at his binds as you pull the neckline of his blacks far down enough to mark the juncture of his neck and shoulder, leaving a line of hickeys you know no one else will see but you.

Your fingers spider along his torso, daintily prodding and pinching, and each touch draws a huff or a jump from an increasingly frustrated Cody as they drift across scars and muscle alike. His abs contract deliciously when you ghost below his waistline, but before he can buck his hips for more, your hands are already on his collarbone, barely scratching as you mouth at the spot behind his ear.

When you move along the sharp line of his jaw, pointedly avoiding his puffed out lips, he breaks slightly, voice croaking out a half-baked request. “Please,” he rasps, sounding more desperate than you’ve heard him before, “let me kiss you.”

You don’t cease in your mission to drive him to near-insanity, stringing the beads of sweat that have started to collect on his forehead together with your tongue. Mirth bubbles within you at his plea, though, and you’re surprised at how patronizing your voice comes out in return. “You mean let me kiss you,” you chastise him, mindlessly noting how lovely he looks when he’s at your mercy. He shudders at your admonishment, and you lick your lips at his reaction.

“Yeah. Kiss me.” He says simply. “Please,” he repeats, when you tilt your head loftily.

As you linger above him, taking his bottom lip under your thumb, he slips his tongue hesitantly along the pad of your finger, eyes imploring and utterly helpless. The sight is intoxicating, and you take a mental picture while waiting for your brain to catch up with your body as he mutters a third please.

Your cheeks expand with delight as an answer occurs to you, his favorite phrase coming flawlessly to mind, and you beam at his waiting form as he fidgets impatiently under you. You lower your mouth to his, not quite a kiss — more a dusting of a touch as he strains to press closer. Pushing down with both hands, you breathe against his lips. “Be good for me, won’t you?”

He whimpers.

[fandom-blackhole]

I want our beautiful au to be my final thesis 😭

Let me start with this little bonus introducing extra characters

When the kids are older, Rex is best buddies with this young sub teacher Skywalker

Cody has this hate-love relationship with his english teacher, Mr. Kenobi,

Cody has to write new essays every week which he hates,

But at the same time he really likes Mr. Kenobi because he trolls other teachers lmfao,

Mr. Kenobi cheerfully greeting the school Janitor Mr. Grevious saying hello there every time he sees him, even for the 12th time on the same day (lol I just imagined their rots fight but instead of lightsabers mega clanker wields mops),

Miss Tano is the coolest PE teacher ever!

Din is secretly loaded with money,

Of course he is not Boba-wealthy, duh, he is just a kindergarten teacher,

But he is a frugal, simple man, won't even treat his poor truck with some proper fixing,

And also, okay, I am not sure about this, you'd be a judge, but I kinda wanted to incorporate Din being the Mand'alor into our universe. I was thinking maybe something like big inheritance from his late parents idk you tell me baby, you have the galaxy brain, not me. Or let's just scratch that idea.

Anyways, Din won't hesitate on spending money on you, kids or doggo,

He got Grogu a portable cage/terrarium thingy(do those even exist lol) for his frog, because Grogu would keep on hiding his little green friend in his pocket,

Grogu once or twice sneaked the frog into the classroom,

One day you all had a family gathering at Paz', everything was great until one of the customers started acting out,

There was this middle aged, read headed woman just being the biggest Karen on Earth,

You needed to calm Boba instantly because he was ready to shoot her on sight lol,

Din brings out all the children for his weekly reading at the local library,

Big bear Paz practicing yoga???,

Also wanted to teach you some of the poses but he got too distracted by your body being so flexible and tiny,

Omg, also he was so afraid of holding your newborn baby girl,

But then omg Big Boy Paz and smol bundle of joy in his arms 😭😭😭,

You once jokingly said to Paz that you weren't sure if you put on some weight because of him spoiling you with desserts or if it was due to something else 🤭,

Din, being a tiddies man ans having a breeding kink would have lactation kink as well, change my mind 🥴,

But imagine him shyly admiting to you that he'd like to try your milk, umm or no maybe I've gotten too carried away here,

I'm gonna hide in the corner now - 🐣

Jesus Christ, you are on point as always....

Ok so first off the Rex and Cody thots are so cute....

Rex may be close with Mr. Skywalker, but his favorite teacher is definitely Ms. Tano

Cody definitely gets into sass matches with Mr. Kenobi

Yoda is the principal of the highschool?

So as for Din, what if he becomes the new superintendent of the school district?

Like it pays more than just a teaching position, so that could be why he gets more money, and he gets a position of authority

Idk, those are just my thoughts

Now on to the other stuff.....

What if Din just bought Grogu one of those back packs that have a clear bubble for cats

He was just tired of him trying to take the frog with them everywhere, and he was scared he might accidentally hurt his beloved pet

Now Grogu tries to take the frog everywhere in the backpack

Din totally gathers all of kids up and packs them into his truck for library story time

Rex and Cody totally always help Grogu pick out books to checkout each week

Din and lactation, yes, just yet

The second you start complaining about your breasts being sensitive, he instantly starts staring just staring at your books more

Then as he after the birth of your first kid he asks shyly if you would let him try your milk too

He will get carried away if you don't stop him...

Now, Paz doing yoga is very 🥵🥵🥵

But imagine him doing push ups with you on his back

Or him doing crunches, and lifting his legs as you sit on his feet and giving you quick pecks on your lips

Or him doing hip thrusts while you straddle his thighs (this one can be done with or without clothing)

OMG, Paz fucking into your thighs and making you cum from the head of his cock pounding your clit over and over

Ok I gotta stop, I'm over heating.....

How did you stop Boba from shooting the lady in Paz’s, you grabbed his thigh before standing up and telling her to fuck off this is a family restaurant and they don't need her shit

She slapped you and you just twisted her arm behind her back and lead her out of the restaurant before marching back in

Boba just smirks and kisses you before saying, that was the sexiest thing he has ever seen you do

You then get dragged back to his penthouse and you are thoroughly wrestled into Boba's black silk sheets

Okay, I will be going to take a cold shower now....

(SEND ME THOTS!!!)

[cornus27florida]

Welcome to September (be Positive!)

Basically many things ahead like; new update of BSD chapter (prob short one '0.5' thou), Webtoon My Deepest Secret nearing it's end, my lil sis BD so she could finally vaccinated (min age 12 y.o here) etc

The ending of August, when near September actually nice especially with blessing of new DC ED titled Veronica. ShuJo panel!!! It's so sad yet beautiful especially with many fan arts pop up (found three, hope for more) <3 What make me mad is people that make HOAX that flowers of shoji panel is Morning Glory when it clearly not. They want shoji simply as a friend not lovers smh smh. Don't spread fake info smh!!! I arldy have HC [shujo in Kudo house, asking forgiveness to Ai, CODIS? Those the themes but how the plot lines could changes anytime] if want fin featuring it but idk when and how as I am busy (procrastinating include) but ye me back k to study again

The starting of the month.. aaa! Moody and stomach ache of that monthly but fine. Tomorrow [2nd September got me dreaded as constitutive classes (started at 8AM while in between till 12 am is Webinar) then followed with sub class that starts at 15 and idk ends when.. BUT! I am glad to still be with my beloved, Biology

Now my master, Biotechnology, even allow me to study such courses that I haven't got chance like Virology. I should more diligent but still have foot to be more tidy and effective. For worrying assignment, I better write up soon. It will about biotechnology definition and simple grouping in the prologue. The Main part about timeline with more info about FBI CODIS that help solves many cold cases (e.g sexual assault, murders). The Epilogue is conclusion. Please do it future me

[wrestlingisfake]

Double or Nothing preview

Been a while, hasn’t it?

Jon Moxley vs. Brodie Lee - This will be Moxley’s second defense of the AEW men’s world championship since winning the title on February 29.  Impressively, Mox is already the longest-reigning champion in AEW history, holding the title for an incredible 823 days over the past three months.

The story is fairly basic: on May 6 Lee sent his stable, the Dark Order, to dogpile Moxley before he demanded this match and walked off with the title belt.  Lee has lots of backup, but Mox is too stubborn to back down.

Brodie Lee was formerly known as Luke Harper in WWE, where he was usually a member of Bray Wyatt’s cult, the Wyatt Family.  After a 2018 biceps injury, he was used very sparingly, and requested his release in April 2019.  WWE used him even more sparingly, but finally let him go in December.  In January the Dark Order began teasing an unseen leader known as “the Exalted One,” who was finally revealed to be Lee once his WWE no-compete clause expired in March.

Lee played a cult member for almost all of his WWE run, but it seems like his  strongest impression of how cult leaders act was not Bray Wyatt but WWE chairman Vince McMahon.  Everyone at AEW seems to deny a direct parody--and for all I know it really isn’t intentional--but it’s not subtle how his on-screen behavior resembles accounts of Vince’s off-screen idiosyncrasies.  Which adds an extra wrinkle to the story, given Moxley’s very public, very blistering criticism of McMahon when he left WWE last year.

AEW has claimed this show’s card is mostly what was planned before the pandemic forced them to move from Las Vegas to a closed set in Jacksonville.  Even so, I feel like this would have been a very week title match on any of AEW’s previous pay-per-views, and it’s hard to believe they were really going to headline with this in the MGM Grand.  My gut says that under normal circumstances this match would be given away on free TV.  But these aren’t normal circumstances, so I guess you might as well do this now and save a bigger match for when fans are back.

I think there is zero chance of Lee actually winning the title, so the only question is how much Moxley will have to do to retain.

Chris Jericho & Jake Hager & Sammy Guevara & Ortiz & Santana vs. Kenny Omega & Hangman Page & Matt Hardy & Nick Jackson & Matt Jackson - This is being billed as a “stadium stampede” match.  A ring will be set up in the middle of TIAA Bank Field, the home stadium of the Jacksonville Jaguars.  I’m guessing the match will start in the ring, but the rules allow the wrestlers to fight anywhere in the stadium, so I’m not sure why it matters.  The match cannot end by count-out or disqualification, and falls count anywhere.

This feud started in October when Jericho recruited Hager, Guevara, Ortiz, and Santana to form The Inner Circle, to help him oppose The Elite (Omega, the Young Bucks, Page, and Cody Rhodes).  The two teams were set for a ten-man “war games” style cage match on March 25, but to give Nick Jackson paternity leave he was “injured” and Matt Hardy was announced as his replacement.  The match was scrapped altogether in light of the coronavirus pandemic.  On May 13, Jericho proposed issued a challenge to the Elite for this match.  Since Cody is already booked on the card, Hardy is subbing for him this time instead of Nick.

Most of the people in this match have wrestled very sparingly since AEW started running closed-set shows on March 18, although the Inner Circle has been back at full strength since May 6.  Part of the intrigue is that Page and the Bucks were off AEW television in over two months, so Jericho is suggesting that the Elite barely exists anymore.  Ring rust will almost surely be a factor, as Matt Jackson hurt his ribs doing a spot in his big return on May 20.  So even though this match features some of the best talent in the world, I could easily see it getting “bowling shoe ugly” very quickly.

It’s almost lost in the shuffle that this is Hardy’s first real big match since jumping from WWE to AEW and reviving his “Broken Matt Hardy” gimmick from Impact Wrestling.  Hardy was originally in this to support his friends, but it became personal when Jericho “killed” his beloved quadcopter drone, Vanguard 1.  It’s pretty clear AEW wants to build to a high-profile Hardy-Jericho match, but the coronavirus situation has probably screwed up their idea of when that can happen.

I’d like to see the Elite finally settle the score with the Inner Circle, but I can’t help but think this feud must continue, and putting the heels over is the easiest way to do that.  However, I suppose the babyfaces could pin someone other than Jericho or Hager without really resolving the feud.

Cody Rhodes vs. Lance Archer - This is a tournament final to determine the first person to hold the new AEW TNT championship.  Cody defeated Shawn Spears and Darby Allin to advance to this match.  Archer defeated Colt Cabana and Dustin Rhodes.  Mike Tyson will present the title belt to the winner for some reason.

TNT is the name of the channel that airs Dynamite in the US, so this is basically a modern take on the old television titles.  In the days before pay-per-view specials, wrestling TV shows were designed to build to big matches at untelevised events, with the idea that you had to pay for a ticket to see the real big shows.  In that business model, televised title bouts were somewhat rare, so a television championship would stand out for being regularly defended on TV.  There’s a lot of nostalgia for the concept, but nobody’s really come up with a good way to make it work in the modern era.  (Hell, I barely understood the point of the WCW TV title 30 years ago.)  I know AEW management feels strongly about avoiding the stigma of a “midcard title,” so I’m curious to see what they come up with here.

Archer has been built up very well as the biggest and most monstrous of the big monster heels.  He really needs to win his first big PPV match in the company to maintain his momentum.  But at the same time, Archer’s manager Jake Roberts has been a huge dirtbag to Cody’s wife Brandi, so that really needs to be avenged.  It’s really impressive how AEW can build these matches up with really simple things that defy one’s “this guy has to win” logic, which makes the match more exciting.  My money’s on Archer, but I have to root for Cody.

Nyla Rose vs. Hikaru Shida - Rose is making her second defense of the AEW women’s world championship.  Shida earned this title shot by winning a four-way match on May 13.

This match feels a little cold to me, probably because both women were absent from TV for about a month.  AEW’s women’s division has always struggled to be relevant but it’s been hit particularly hard by the pandemic.  Between travel bans and wrestlers electing to stay home, a huge chunk of the roster has been unavailable.  Nevertheless, Rose still comes across as a big dominant juggernaut, and Shida still feels like the babyface they’ve been saving for a special occasion, so it’s like everything worked out in the end.

Shida makes sense as the next women’s champion, but it feels too early.  Even though Nyla has held the title since February, her absence in April makes it feel like she hasn’t had enough time to really make it her own.  I have to pick Rose to retain.

Casino Ladder Match - This is a nine-man match, where the winner will earn the right to challenge the AEW men’s world champion.  Like any ladder match, an objective (a casino chip in this case) will be suspended above the ring, and ladders will be provided for the participants to use and climb; the first man to retrieve the objective wins the match.  However, participants will enter the match gauntlet style, with two men starting and an additional man entering every 90 seconds.  In theory, the match could end before everyone has entered, but I doubt it’ll come to that.

The plan a year ago was to make the “casino battle royale” an annual tradition at Double or Nothing, but I’m guessing that wasn’t feasible this year.  Social distancing guidelines and battle royales (battles royale?) don’t go well together.  Then again, neither do nine-person ladder matches, although it’s possible the gauntlet stip will help limit the action to two or three people in the ring at any given time.

Eight participants have been announced: Orange Cassidy, Colt Cabana, Darby Allin, Scorpio Sky, Frankie Kazarian, Kip Sabian, Luchasaurus, and (as a late substitution for Rey Fenix) Joey Janela.  It looks like the ninth entrant won’t be revealed before the show, which is actually kind of exciting considering how many hot free agents are available at the moment.  I’m not saying it will be one of the people WWE recently released, but it makes at least as much sense as using Billy Gunn or something.

I don’t have a strong sense of who should win, because the winner is probably just going to lose to Jon Moxley on a free TV match.  I guess the question is, who would be the best opponent for Moxley in that situation?  I’m leaning towards Darby Allin, but not much.  If the mystery entrant is any good, though, that could change everything.

MJF vs. Jungle Boy - There’s not much of a story here.  MJF was riding high after a big win over Cody Rhodes on February 29, but then he was out for about a month, presumably due to the pandemic.  He claimed he was sidelined by a devastating hangnail, but I don’t know if I buy that.  Upon his return, he was told he’d be facing Jungle Boy here, and he wasn’t happy.  Since then, they’ve been kinda teasing Jungle Boy’s buddy Luchasaurus against MJF’s henchman Wardlow, so we’ll probably get more teases for that.

Listen, I’m not saying Jungle Boy is going to target the pinkie finger that had the hangnail.  I’m definitely not saying Jungle Boy is going to bite MJF’s finger, or that MJF will sell it like he’s been shot.  I’m just saying that would be a really good idea that would be worth the full price of the pay-per-view.

But I have a feeling MJF will win anyhow.

Kris Statlander vs. Penelope Ford - This was originally going to be Statlander against Britt Baker, but Baker suffered a knee injury on May 20.  I’m becoming a big Baker fan (I mean, boo, she’s mean, but y’know), so it sucks that she’s sidelined.  But it’s kinda cool that Ford gets to step up here.  She seems talented, but she hasn’t been pushed too hard except as Kip Sabian’s girl.  Then again, I like Statlander’s alien hijinx too.  Can I just bet that all the wrestlers will have a good time?

Shawn Spears vs. Dustin Rhodes - The entire heel gimmick for Spears is that he hates Cody Rhodes, which isn’t so great since he only fights Cody once every few months.  Anyway, he got eliminated in the TNT title tournament by Cody, and since then he’s been giving Dustin shit.  When Dustin was eliminated from the tournament in a bloody match with Lance Archer, Cody teased throwing in the towel but didn’t.  So Spears is trying to make big deal about Cody not rescuing Dustin, and Dustin being a washed-up has-been.  I’m pretty sure Dustin is just going to beat his ass and that’ll be it.

Chuckie T & Trent Beretta vs. Isiah Kassidy & Marq Quen - This is scheduled for the pre-show.  The winning team will earn a shot at the AEW tag team championship.  So I guess that means Kenny Omega and Hangman Page have to do the title match soon, which suggests Page can’t immediately go back to hiding in the woods.  Maybe?  I mean, good for Hangman staying at home.  I’m just saying I don’t have a clue what’s going on in the tag team division.  Anyway, Kassidy and Quen are cool and they’ll be big someday, but it’s pretty clear that AEW thinks “someday” is ways off.  The Best Friends are the clear favorite to win, although an upset isn’t totally impossible.

[gibsonsflowofthoughts]

The winners and losers of the 2018 MLB trade deadline

It’s that time of year, where we all ignore the fact that the Major League Baseball postseason is nonsense. Baseball starts drinking on Oct. 1, and when it wakes up in the first week of November, the smoke alarm is going off and there’s a horse in the bathtub. There’s no rhyme or reason to it, but we’re supposed to pretend like we can predict winners and losers at the trade deadline.

Heck yeah, we’re supposed to pretend like we can predict winners and losers at the trade deadline. It’s fun. So even though you might be from the future and laughing at my simplistic analysis, just know that I’m more interested in being fun than right. Which is good, considering this won’t be right.

Thought the Astros should have traded for Yu Darvish instead of Justin Verlander last year, for example.

Hey, it could have worked, you don’t know.

But you clicked, so I’ll write. Here are the winners and losers from the 2018 MLB trade deadline:

Rays

Acquired: Tommy Pham, Austin Meadows, Tyler Glasnow, Jalen Beeks, bonus pool money, players to be named later

Traded: Chris Archer, Jonny Venters, Nathan Eovaldi, Matt Andriese, Justin Wilson, Genesis Cabrera, Roel Ramirez, Michael Perez, Brian Shaffer

They have the payroll of a medium-sized Quiznos now, which I guess is part of the point. I’m not a fan of baseball’s current economic structure, and I’m hesitant to heap too much praise on a team trying to cut costs.

Still, as long as this is the framework, the Rays are within their rights to exploit it. And, baby, they’re exploiting it with aplomb. They’ll have an outfield of Meadows/Pham/Kiermaier, which is built to win now and for the distant future. They won’t have their ace, but they’ll have pitchers who are majors-ready or close to it coming back.

These deals aren’t for toolsy A-ballers who are five years away. This is the Rays trying to buy their cake at a yard sale and eat it, too. It’s just crazy enough to work, and I’m very impressed by the their ability to walk this weird, thrifty tightrope.

Mmmmmm, yard-sale cake.

Dodgers

Acquired: Manny Machado, Brian Dozier, John Axford, Dylan Floro, Zach Neal

Traded: Yusniel Diaz, Dean Kremer, Zach Pop, Rylan Bannon, Breyvic Valera, Luke Raley, Logan Forsythe, Devin Smeltzer, Corey Copping, James Marinan, Aneurys Zabala

The Dodgers don’t like trading prospects if they don’t have to, and they certainly gave up a lot of interesting players, Kremer has the gaudy strikeout totals, and Bannon hasn’t stopped hitting as a professional. That’s before you get to Diaz, who is supposed to be the centerpiece of the deal. It’s a lot for two months of production and the postseason.

At the same time, this is a franchise that was a single lousy game away from a World Series win last year, which is something they haven’t had since 1988. They were extremely cautious when it came to trading their prospects just a couple years ago, but now they’re trying to add to a team that’s somehow powered by minor-league free agents and lesser trades and signings.

Oh, and Clayton Kershaw. Minor-league free agents, lesser trades and signings, and Clayton Kershaw. They might have the best team in the NL, still, so it makes sense to add a hitter with Hall of Fame talent in the middle of his best season, even if he’s just a rental. If Dozier has a Dozierific second half, this could be the best lineup in baseball. The Dodgers gave up a lot of prospects, but they had a lot to offer.

When it comes to the Machado trade, it doesn’t hurt that this is a preview of what it would be like to play for the Dodgers long term, either. The weather’s pretty nice, Manny.

Yankees

Acquired: Lance Lynn, J.A. Happ, Zach Britton, Luke Volt, $2.75 million in international bonus money

Traded: Tyler Austin, Luis Rijo, Brandon Drury, Billy McKinney, Cody Carroll, Josh Rogers, Dillon Tate, Chasen Shreve, Giovanny Gallegos, Adam Warren

I’m not a huge fan of Lance Lynn, even as he’s been solid for the last two months, but he’s overqualified for what the Yankees are asking him to do, which is sit in a glass case and be ready. The Yankees have a starter with a wonky elbow in Masahiro Tanaka, one with a case of the mystery sucks in Sonny Gray, and a 38-year-old in CC Sabathia. They aren’t crossing their fingers; they’re preparing for the apocalypse. Good for them.

Happ seems like the kind of starter who can give five solid innings in the postseason before giving way to a four-headed monster of bullpen doom, and look at that, Zach Britton is here to be another head. I don’t know what happened to Tommy Kahnle either, and there are no guarantees that Britton will be back to 2014-2016 levels, or anything close to it, but the Yankees have the kind of depth that wins championships.

It’s about time. They’ve had to wait nine years and endure two 84-win seasons, but now they’ve built their best shot at another title run.

Royals

Acquired: Brett Phillips, Jorge Lopez, Blake Perkins, Kelvin Gutierrez, Yohanse Morel

Traded: Mike Moustakas, Kelvin Herrera

A fair return for two beloved players, with deft timing executed on both. The Royals swooped back into the market to sign Moustakas, which might have cost them a compensatory draft pick. Unless it just meant that he wasn’t going to have to sit out until June, which would have been incredibly annoying and sad.

Phillips is the main snag, and there’s a strong chance that he’ll whiff his way out of starting consideration soon. Still, the tools are real, and they got him for a rental. Even if that rental will have pictures of him hanging around the ballpark for the next half-century.

Orioles

Acquired: Yusniel Diaz, Dean Kremer, Zach Pop, Rylan Bannon, Breyvic Valera, Cody Carroll, Josh Rogers, Dillon Tate, international bonus space, Evan Phillips, Jean Carlos Encarnación, Brett Cumberland, Bruce Zimmerman, Jonathan Villar, Luis Ortiz, Jean Carlos Carmona

Traded: Manny Machado, Brad Brach, Zach Britton, Darren O’Day, Jonathan Schoop

It would have been more if they opened up shop in the offseason, or even better if they did this two years ago. Ah, the benefit of hindsight.

All told, though, it’s almost like having a full draft to yourself, right down to the first-round promise of Diaz. That’s a pretty sweet haul for players who weren’t going to be around for the next good Orioles team, even if it’s ultra-depressing that Machado won’t be on that team.

The part where the Orioles acquired international bonus money for Brach and Schoop made me laugh, though. They usually hold an International Bonus Money Day at the park, where they give international cap space to the first 20,000 fans, and now they’re acquiring it on purpose? I know there’s a good reason for it, but still. It’s ... almost like the organizational direction isn’t clearly defined.

Still, think of it like a free draft. Hey, free draft! If you’re going to trade away your middle infield, your bullpen, and the most reliable starter in a sea of unreliable misery, at least get 15 players so you can pretend you’re getting a free draft out of it.

Twins

Acquired: Luke Raley, Devin Smeltzer, Tyler Austin, Luis Rijo, Chase De Jong, Ryan Costello, Gilberto Celestino, Jorge Alcala, Jhoan Durán, Gabriel Maciel, Ernie De La Trinidad

Traded: Brian Dozier, Lance Lynn, Zach Duke, Ryan Pressly, Eduardo Escobar

Give me a list of the prospects the Twins were offered for Dozier two seasons ago, and I’ll tell you if they were winners or losers. As is, that’s a list of names that’s 11 players long, and there’s a fine chance that at least one or two of them will make a dumb “winners-losers” binary choice look silly in four years.

Dozier was traded too late, and the return wasn’t impressive. That’s how it goes.

Duke was traded at the perfect time, and any value he adds through trade is impressive.

Pressly is solid, even if his K-rate suggests he should be more than that. Dealing him as he’s getting deeper in his arbitration years is a good move, and while I’m not qualified to analyze the return too deeply, it sure looks like they got highly regarded prospects back, which is excellent value.

Escobar was an extreme sell-high player, and to the Twins’ credit, they sold high.

I’m leaning toward “WINNERS, ABSOLUTE WINNERS,” but as of now, I’ll turn the caps lock off. Looks good from here, and give them credit for deciding to sell so quickly after a surprise postseason run.

I just want to know what they could have got for Dozier two seasons ago.

Indians

Acquired: Leonys Martin, Brad Hand, Adam Cimber, James Hoyt

Traded: Francisco Mejia, Willi Castro, Kyle Dowdy, Tommy DeJuneas

They’re not on the loser’s list because these trades won’t help them. These trades might send them to the World danged Series. The Indians’ bullpen was a mess, and they got two low-cost relievers with loads of team control. That’s a net positive.

It cost them one of their best prospects, though, and it came after an offseason where the Indians let several relievers go and replaced them with wishes and hopes and dreams. That’s not to say that Bryan Shaw and Boone Logan have been good, because they haven’t. But their plan was something like, “Neil Ramirez and Matt Belisle and uh we’ll get back to you,” and it cost them Mejia.

If it helps them even reach the World Series, it’s a successful trade. But it sure seems like one that could have been at least partially avoided with just a modicum of urgency this offseason.

It was a reasonable trade deadline strategy, sure, but it was also a strange offseason for a team that’s so close.

Diamondbacks

Acquired: Eduardo Escobar, Matt Andriese, Brad Ziegler, Jake Diekman

Traded: RHP Jhoan Duran, OF Gabriel Maciel, OF Ernie De La Trinidad, Brian Shaffer, Michael Perez, Tommy Eveld, Wei-Chieh Huang

It’s a lot of talent for underwhelming players. Eduardo Escobar might have figured out how to be more than a super-sub at the age of 29, but the seven years of an 89 OPS+ that came before it leave me skeptical. Andriese is the best example of Just A Guy in baseball right now, right down to the 4.36 ERA, and Ziegler is an old friend suffering through an erratic season.

Most of these players are trending in the right direction, but as a deadline strategy? I want something bolder if I’m a Diamondbacks fan. These are the kinds of moves I would expect from a team like the Red Sox or Astros, teams with recent success that are running away with their respective divisions.

A team like the Diamondbacks, scrapping with three teams and without a championship since Juan Soto was an infant, should seek out trades with just a teensy bit more oomph. These players should help, so I’m probably being overly nitpicky, but with a team like this, I want EXPLOSIONS.

Rockies

Acquired: Seunghwan Oh

Traded: Forest Wall, Chad Spanberger, player to be named later

The team that spent the offseason building the Super Bullpen of Great Fortune had to go get a reliever because their plan failed. Not only did they have to get a reliever, but they got one they could have had for a pittance throughout the entire offseason.

If this isn’t a textbook lesson in bullpen construction, I don’t know what is. There are lot of ways to build a bullpen, but I’m pretty sure that throwing money at it is the absolute worst one.

Pirates

Acquired: Not Gerrit Cole

Traded: Gerrit Cole

But, yeah, go get that late-inning reliever for this year and the next. That’ll shore things up.

NEVER MIND.

Acquired: Chris Archer, Keone Kela

Traded: Tyler Glasnow, Austin Meadows, Taylor Hearn, players to be named later

This is the year they’re taking risks. This is the year they trade huge pieces of a potential future. This is the deadline where they vault ahead of their competition. The one where they’re seven freaking games back in the NL Central. The one after they traded Gerrit Cole for magic beans.

Let’s check in with the deadline action in 2014, when they actually made the postseason.

July 31, 2014

Selected Angel Sanchez off waivers from the Chicago White Sox.

What about 2013, when they won 94 games?

July 31, 2013

Traded player to be named to the Seattle Mariners. Received Robert Andino.

They did get J.A. Happ in 2015, and that was more inspired than anyone gave them credit for at the time. But this is the year to go bananas?

To be fair, though, if you’re going to go after a pitcher, one who has an owner-friendly contract is the way to go. Archer will be around for the next three years if the Pirates want him, so I don’t begrudge the Pirates for thinking he fits some sort of window for them. And if you’re making me bet on the cumulative WAR for Archer over the next three years and the cumulative WAR for Austin Meadows and Tyler Glasnow, I will probably choose Archer. If Meadows had boffo power or plate discipline, I’d be giddy about him, but he’s just shy on both fronts, and Glasnow has been erratic.

Still, it’s the timing that gets me, even if the trade might work out.

YOU’RE TAKING RISKS NOW?

NOW?

Astros

Acquired: Ryan Pressly, Roberto Osuna, Tommy DeJuneas, Martin Maldonado

Traded: Ken Giles, David Paulino, Gilberto Celestino, Jorge Alcala, Hector Perez, Patrick Sandoval, James Hoyt, their self-respect

Their bullpen is more talented now. Congratulations, Astros. Osuna can really wing it.

When I talked to people who worked for the Astros last year, I asked what about the team is it that they would want to read about. My answer was that the clubhouse was a diverse wonderland of ebullient personalities, one of the most cohesive teams ever assembled. So I wrote about it. They won the World Series. I was raised not to go overboard on the clubhouse stuff, but last year’s team sure got me wondering ...

Then they acquired a pitcher serving the second-longest suspension for domestic violence under the new rules. The ace pitcher clearly isn’t enthused, even as he tries to be a good employee. The Yankees acquired a reliever in the middle of a domestic violence suspension, and then they traded him for one of the best prospects in the game before giving themselves a better chance to win the World Series. So if you want to be cynical, you can look at this purely in baseball terms.

There were other relievers, but the Astros settled on Osuna because he was a buy-low guy. That’s extremely cynical.

Gross. And very much against the spirit of what got them their first championship. We’ll see how receptive the clubhouse is to a player who still has a court case pending because he allegedly did some repugnant shit.

Brewers

Acquired: Jonathan Schoop, Mike Moustakas, Joakim Soria

Traded: Jonathan Villar, Luis Ortiz, Jean Carlos Carmona, Brett Phillips, Jorge Lopez, Kodi Medeiros, Wilber Perez

I don’t hate these trades in isolation. I hate them only because the Brewers now have an overstuffed infield, but they’re still counting on Wade Miley to shore up the rotation. Maybe he’ll have a 2.01 ERA forever.

RON HOWARD: Get the fuck out of here.

Yeah, I’m not a believer in Miley, and neither is the narrator. The Brewers adding to their already formidable bullpen depth was smart. Getting one more infielder was necessary. Getting two, but not a starting pitcher?

Dunno. Not what I would have done. We’ll see if the post-deadline waiver madness helps them in this regard, but I would have loved to see them with Archer instead of the Pirates.

A’s

Acquired: Jeurys Familia

Traded: Will Toffey, Bobby Wahl

The A’s are good, dang it. I wanted more. I wanted a sign to the clubhouse that the A’s are capital-G, capital-F, and Capital-I Going For It. I wanted a starting pitcher kicking down the door and screaming, “COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE ... IN A WORLD WHERE I PITCH SIX OR SEVEN STRONG INNINGS REGULARLY.”

Instead the A’s got a reliever. A good one! At a reasonable price! But I was looking for something more when it comes to the rotation, not to mention some help for poor, lost Jonathan Lucroy behind the plate.

The A’s probably aren’t in a spot to go all-in on this year’s surprising (TO SOME) contender, and I get that. But something a little bit more than a setup man would have been nice. This fun, scrappy team deserved it.

Giants

Acquired: Nope

Traded: Nah

Will Smith is absolutely dominant right now. Of all the relievers who were traded, Smith would have been the best one. Teams are clamoring for someone just like him — a lefty who can dominate hitters from either side of the plate and is under team control for next year, too. He would have brought back a hefty return.

The Giants are holding on to him, and they’ll use him to finish .500 this year, with some crossed fingers for next year.

That’s what the Giants had to trade, though. They had relievers, with Smith, Tony Watson, and Sam Dyson all having strong years. This isn’t like their mess from the offseason, where they couldn’t even hold a fire sale if they wanted to. All they had to do is trade relievers.

It’s been extremely nice to watch a team with a competent bullpen, so I get it. But the Giants are climbing out of the bottom of the organizational rankings, and one of the golden rules of building a farm system is that when you have a chance to flip relievers for prospects, you do it.

The Giants declined. They’re five games out of the second wild card, so maybe I’m the dummy. I have a feeling, though, that it would have been an exciting return for Will Smith.

Red Sox

Acquired: Ian Kinsler, Nathan Eovaldi

Traded: Williams Jerez, Ty Buttrey, Jalen Beeks

OK. Sure. Whatever. That seems nice. Kinsler has a glove, and the bat won’t kill you. Eovaldi is still working his way back from Tommy John, and he’s always had great stuff. The Red Sox are a million games over .500 are are making the postseason regardless.

OK. Sure. These are reasonable, if boring, moves.

Not everybody is a winner or loser, dammit.

Braves

Acquired: Adam Duvall, Kevin Gausman, Jonny Venters

Traded: Lucas Sims, Matt Wisler, Preston Tucker, international bonus money

Duvall still has some believers, especially if you believe in the batted-ball stats. Gausman has a solid arm that’s always been behind his results. Maybe he’ll be better served with a different coaching staff and a ballpark that isn’t unfair to fly balls.

OK. Sure. These are reasonable, if boring, moves.

Not everybody is a winner or loser, dammit.

White Sox

Acquired: Kodi Medeiros, Wilber Perez

Traded: Joakim Soria

Always take fliers on relievers when you’re a rebuilding team. Always, always, always. Pay the extra millions. Insert yourself into the offseason deals. Then turn around and wish for a happy trade-deadline raffle ticket to pay off.

Still, these are reasonable, if boring, moves.

Not everybody is a winner or loser, dammit.

Phillies

Acquired: Asdrubal Cabrera, Wilson Ramos, Aaron Loup

Traded: Franklyn Kilome, Jacob Waguespack, PsTBNL

No Machado. No Archer. No flashy win-now pieces, no flashy win-later pieces. Just a couple of guys who could have been solid deadline moves nearly a decade ago, too.

OK. Sure. These are reasonable, if boring, moves.

Not everybody is a winner or loser, dammit.

It’s hard to judge the Ramos trade without knowing the prospects going back to the Rays, but it seems like a light price. I have no idea how the A’s, Red Sox, or even Nationals couldn’t meet it.

Cubs

Acquired: Cole Hamels, Brandon Kintzler, Jesse Chavez

Traded: Jhon Romero, Ricky Tyler Thomas, Eddie Butler, Rollie Lacy, PTBNL

Hamels got his swing-and-miss back, and there are reasons to believe that he’s still a more valuable contributor than his Texas stats suggest. They added depth in the bullpen, and you wouldn’t be wrong to think that Yu Darvish coming back is like the real deadline addition.

They’re rich. They’re young. They’re good. Sure, add the pricey veteran. Take him for a spin.

These are reasonable, if boring, moves.

Not everybody is a winner or loser, dammit.

Reds

Acquired: Lucas Sims, Matt Wisler, Preston Tucker

Traded: Adam Duvall

I’m stuck in 2014, so this seems like a fantastic package of prospects to me. Mostly, though, I like how they took a chance by trading on a cheap, under-control player who was not hitting, which limited the return. The Reds have outfielders coming out of their ears; it was a risk they could afford to take, even if it was a little bit of a buy-low trade.

The Reds have made an interesting roster out of hardly noticed trades (just look up who they got in return for Alfredo freaking Simon), and this could be a fine addition to the legacy.

This is a reasonable, if boring, move.

Not everybody is a winner or loser, dammit. Except for the Reds, who definitely aren’t winners these days, ha ha, just a little joke as I near the end of this hellpost.

Nationals

Acquired: Jhon Romero

Traded: Brandon Kintzler

There were whispers about Bryce Harper getting traded, but in the end, the Nationals traded nothing but a complementary bullpen piece, and they acquired several future moments of autocorrect-inspired confusion.

Good. They probably should have dealt Gio Gonzalez and possibly a couple of other short-timers, but at least they made a rational move, while keeping intact their desire to build a young outfield of the gods.

This is a reasonable, if boring, move.

Not everybody is a winner or loser, dammit.

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