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Matchmaker - Cody Christian AU Imagine

Warnings:SMUT,swearing,daddy kink,jealous Cody,ass slapping,hand tying,m+f oral,fake tweet,fluff.

A/N: Enjoy xx and Happy Valentines Day or as I like to call it “Another thing to remind me i’m Single AF” 

y/n; your name

y/u/n; your username

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Lisa: Hi guys were back on Clevver Tv’s Valentines day special with the cast of Teen Wolf * Lisa smiled*

Lisa: So Cody our sources yell us you’re off the market and have been for some time now, is that true?

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Imagine if the Den of Temptation curse is that two people get to return then both Dominique and Cody come back in the house. The look on Paul’s face would be unforgettable.

dad!rex AU

[Because @dakt37 is a terrible, horrible, no-good influence who draws comics way too cute for their own good. Grrrr. *G*]

Their arrival is announced long before anyone actually gets into the house, by the throwing open of car doors and a distant shriek and what sounds like both shoes and elbows hitting tarmac. In the kitchen, Cody can see that Obi-Wan, through his smile, is setting down his glass of tea down in a very carefully safe place, shoved to the back of the counter next to the kettle, and Cody can’t say he blames him one bit.

“Ready?” he calls, and means it. 

“Can anyone be? Ever?” Obi-Wan says back, in a tone of very fond long-suffering, and is drowned out, well before he can expect an answer, by the front door banging open with enough force to probably leave a dent in the wall. There are suddenly backpacks tossed into corners, sneakers (thankfully) left in a muddy pile on the doormat, and Cody puts one foot behind the other to brace for the coming avalanche.

“Uncle CO-dy!”

They’re skinny and summer-tanned and yep, it hurts just as much as ever when they slam into him, but he wouldn’t give that up for the world. 

“Heavier, too, my god,” he groans, and swings a giggling Echo up to his shoulder while Fives tugs at his pockets. “Aren’t you ever going to stop growing?”

“Nuh-uh,” Fives bellows, and then, as per usual, he’s charging off to the kitchen to demand his typical tribute of two cookies upon arrival, leaving Cody to grin at the still-open door as Rex finally appears.

“Alright there, vod?”

“Ask me again later. When I’m sane,” Rex says, half-muffled; he’s got Tup in a baby carrier on his chest, one duffel bag on his shoulder and another in his other hand, and looks ragged around most of his edges, his replying smile genuine but crooked. “Thanks for letting us crash here. I could kill our fucking neighbor. You didn’t hear that,” he adds, looking down in the slight, always adorable panic that Cody loves, at Tup. 

“I did!” chirps Echo, and then he wisely wriggles out of Cody’s arms and runs for it, joining his brother in the (fairly easy) challenge of screwing more sweets out of Uncle Ben.

“Ah,” Rex says, and looks almost mournfully after him, recognizing a battle lost.

“Well, at least that one’s asleep,” Cody says, reaching around Rex to snap open the clasps and take charge of Tup, who looks completely dead to the world, his brothers’ haphazard attempts at braiding or otherwise messing with his hair in the car gone unnoticed. “And it probably won’t take more than the weekend to get the flooding cleaned up. Okay drive?”

“Yeah, fine. They’re totally wired from being up half the night, but I imagine they’ll conk out soon. Boys!” Rex calls, and there is an answering, resounding crash which definitely sounds like more than two kitchen chairs falling over. “We’re taking our stuff upstairs!”

“Yessir!” shouts one or both of them - Cody can never really tell - and this time the chaos is far more purposeful as they scamper out to get their packs, only devolving back into a race when they get to the stairs, trying and failing to take them three at a time.

“I owe you one,” Rex sighs, and follows them up; Cody, meanwhile, has gotten Tup out of the carrier, and, with gentle little breaths on the side of his neck, makes his way into the other room to check on whether his husband is still alive.

He is, but looks much the worse for wear for it. “Hm,” Obi-Wan says, blinking, and then he stands up and starts to - futilely, Cody thinks, because it’s just going to happen again - brush up the crumbs coating the table. “I do believe they have actually gotten louder. I wasn’t sure that was physically possible.”

“We’ll just keep this one, then,” Cody laughs quietly, and loves the look on Obi-Wan’s face when he turns to see Tup’s face tucked into Cody’s collarbone. 

The next ten minutes are suspiciously silent, and when Cody steals up the stairs it’s to find that Rex’s senses are, as always, acute and correct, because the conking out has occurred in earnest. Cody will never get tired of seeing his brother like this, though Rex might bemoan screwed up napping schedules later - stretched out flat on his back on the double spare bed and the twin cots Cody and Obi-Wan had bought a couple of years back forgotten as Fives and Echo snuggle under and latch on top of his arms, little bare feet and scratched elbows and contented sleeping faces everywhere. 

“What do you think?” Cody whispers to Tup, and, getting a slight sleepy fuss in return, reaches over and settles him gently onto Rex’s chest, where he curls small hands into Rex’s shirt and calms. 

“Unbearable,” Obi-Wan sighs from the door, and Cody, grinning, leaves them all to it.

Heartache on the big screen - Cody Christian Imagine

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

Warnings: AU,time skips,fluff,death threats

Ship: Cody x reader


“and we’re back with the lovely and talented Y/N Y/L/N” Lana the interview at ET smiled as the camera panned at us both “thanks” I beamed “So give us some insight on being signed to your first upcoming movie” she looked at me expectantly. 

“well I’m definitely excited but also terrified” I gave her a nervous smile “terrified? why?” she frowned “we have everyone on board for the movie except we don’t have a guy for my character. I guess everyone we offered a part was busy or something” I answered timidly “oh what a shame” she replied.

“How will you balance both your show and the movie?” she asked “I spoke to the directors and sorted something out with them so everything is taken care of” I smiled.

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anonymous asked:

Tired Obi-wan gets a break during the war pls? H/C flufffffff?

When was the last time he slept?

Obi-Wan honestly wasn’t sure if he was confessing it and the aggravated look on Cody and Helix faces, not to mention the low, whispered conversation the two carried with each other as if they were plotting told him it must be more then two days.

But that wasn’t important. He could catch some sleep once he was on the shuttle again back to the Negotiator, right now he had a council meeting to attend and pay attention to.

Though his vision was blurry he could hear just fine and responded to the others and offered information he had managed to scrounge up, meager as it was as he was always busy with some battle or refuge mission.

When did his chair become this comfortable though?

‘Hmm, that’s not a good sign.’ He thought tiredly while leaning more back, stapling his fingers a bit together and pinching the fragile skin between thumb and index on his right hand to remain awake.

It wasn’t doing much and Obi-Wan felt his chin tip forward and then he knew no more for several hours.

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“…”

“I told you he looked unwell.” Depa scowled at all of them. “He’s running the damn army on his own almost. If he’s slept more then four hours this entire week then I’m a bantha’s uncle.”

Mace sighed and stood since he was closest to Obi-Wan, kneeling down quickly to carefully tip the Jedi’s head back a bit. Another point of evidence was the lack of reaction to the touch, Obi-Wan just kept sleeping.

“…He’s got shadows so dark they almost looks like bruises around his eyes.” Mace offered in disapproval.

“You mean he doesn’t have blackeyes? I thought he was just healing.” Kit offered in surprise. “You human species sometimes heal so slow.”

“No. This is lack of sleep.” Mace grunted. “Must be the first time he’s felt safe enough to fully conk out since he’s not reacting.” He sighed then carefully let Obi-Wan’s chin back down, looking around. “I think we can all agree that he’s not getting sent out again today. Can anyone cover for him and work with Skywalker?”

“I can.” Adi offered softly. “He doesn’t mind my company.”

“Good, for now the 212 and Kenobi are planet bound until he’s better.” Mace nodded, looking to Yoda who nodded in return in agreement.

“Fought hard Obi-Wan always have. Tearing himself down not necessary should be…perhaps time to part up the tasks he has?”

“…We’ll review his responsibilities and see if some of it can be divided up.” Mace offered before standing and bending, sliding his arms between chair and the man to lift him into his arms. “But for now I think we’re going to get Kenobi to his quarters, inform his commander, inform Skywalker and let him sleep.” The man offered firmly. “Any objections?”

“None. But sit on him you might have to when he wakes.” Yoda snorted. “Or sneak away he might.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Mace shifted Obi-Wan further into his arms, feeling the copper head fall on his shoulder before he made his way to the doors.

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westendsbrooklyn  asked:

Does Anakin have another nickname for Obi Wan that isn't 'Old Man'? How do others react to him calling him it? Maybe when he was worried about him after another one of Obi Wan's famous complete-disregards-for-his-own-safety-in-favor-of-others stunts?

Sighing deeply Anakin looked at Cody and then at Rex concerned faces before looking back to where his master was bent over his work, scribbling and squinting at the battle plans and supply orders. “Alright, I’ll get him to bed.” He nodded to the two before moving to his old master’s side and resting a hand on his shoulder. “Obi-Wan?”

“Mmmn?”

“You’ve been awake for four days and that leg wound of yours need rest, its time to get to bed.” Anakin used his best soothing and coaxing tone. Not that it generally worked on Obi-Wan but hey, he had to try.

Being all diplomatic and that shit that he generally had no patience for really.

But he’d try for Obi-Wan’s sake.

“Mmmn, in an hour, gotta finish this.” Obi-Wan waved his hand a bit. “We need ammunition and food. And I’m sitting, resting the leg.”

Absently taking note of Ahsoka joining the troopers in watching Obi-Wan with worry Anakin sighed and rubbed the others shoulder steadily. “Tabby, its time for bed.”

A breathless moment before Obi-Wan moved his more then likely sore eyes from the tablet in front of him and looked up at Anakin while squinting a bit. “Huh?”

“I said, Tabby its time for bed.” The blond repeated, still rubbing Obi-Wan’s shoulder lightly while the other squinted up at him.

There was a breathless sort of silence as the display of holos and tablets highlighted the shadows around Obi-Wan before the man grunted and held his arm up. Anakin instantly helped him up, pulling the arm up around his shoulder and settled his other hand on Obi-Wan’s hips. “There we go, lets get you to bed Tabby.”

Giving a bone cracking yawn Obi-Wan leaned on the others side while letting himself be supported. “Mmmn, just get me to my damn bed before you make me cry.” He mumbled, hobbling along to his assigned tent while leaning his head on the others shoulder.

“Sure thing.” Anakin chuckled.

Carefully he got Obi-Wan settled on his bunk, helping him out of his gauntlets, boots and outer tunic with care before he levered Obi-Wan’s legs into the bunk.

“You’re an ass Anakin.” Obi-Wan mumbled suddenly even as he dragged the blanket over himself.

“Yeah I know. I’ll handle the fallout.” He sniggered a bit as the other settled and dropped off asleep in moments, clearly exhausted.

Ahsoka pounced on him the moment he stepped out of the tent, staring wide eyed up at Anakin while clinging to his tabards. “Tabby?” She hissed, her lekkus visibly twitching and a grin luring around her mouth.

“Yeah? And?”

“When, how, WHY?” She giggled.

Anakin crossed his arms over his chest with a small smile while cocking his head. “When I just became his padawan, I wasn’t comfortable with calling Obi-Wan Master and he didn’t want me to be uncomfortable, so he told me as long as we were in private I could call him anything I wanted. So when he started to call me for Nova, I started to call him for Tabby. And it stuck since it wasn’t disrespectful.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I only use it in private usually but he tends to listen better to me when I use his nickname if I think he’s pushing himself.”

“Oh my Force.” Ahsoka giggled and pressed her forehead against Anakin’s arms while wiggling a bit around in place. “Oh that is precious. Nova and Tabby. Tabby and Nova. Is it because of the hair? Its the hair isn’t it? He’s like the only redhead I’ve ever seen.”

“Its the hair. Yes.” Anakin chuckled. “But I’m going to have to ask that this doesn’t get spread around.” He spoke up a bit louder so the troopers could hear him. “It honestly not something Obi-Wan wants to announce to the galaxy and it is a nickname.”

There was some agreeing murmurs, a few sniggers and Anakin had the strongest sensation that the nicknames were going to find their way onto the extranet somehow.

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Requested by @steph-oliveira: So, the reader is married with Cody Christian for about 2 years! The marriage is been like a dream!! And then she finds out she is pregnant… She is talking about that on the phone with her mother, about how she is afraid to tell him… He hears the conversation, but doesn’t say anything because he wants her to tell him!! When she tells him he says that she shouldn’t have been afraid because he will support her with everything! A few months later she discovers that they’re having twins.

A/N: Thanks to @steph-oliveira for supporting me to write this! ❤️ I thought it would be nice to post this on my birthday so here you go 💖

Words: about 1650
Warnings: nothing.
Pairing: Cody Christian x reader

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Club Confusion Pt. 30 (Page’s Ending Pt. 5)

Part 29

Word Count: 8,849 (HOLY FREAKING CRAP)

A/N: Okay. So. This is it. The final ending. And I’m very sad. But, please enjoy! Feedback is always welcomed! Also, I’m sure there’s LOTS of mistakes.

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Sentinel Wars (2/?)

I finally cleaned up Obi-Wan’s POV from the Star Wars / Sentinel crossover I started., so here it is!

Part 1 | Part 2:

Obi-Wan’s first coherent thought, when he realizes what’s just happened, is indignance - Plo never said it felt like this.  The Force is pushing at him, twining around him and Captain Rex, pulling them together in a manner not unlike the creation of a Force bond.  He feels awash in Rex’s emotions, drowning in his presence in the Force and hyper-aware of every point of contact between them.

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history-fangirl  asked:

Never done this before so here goes and hopes this works! YOU ARE AMAZING! You're such a good writer and I love all your fics. That being said/screamed, could you perhaps write me a little codywan fic where Obi-Wan had a stutter that returns when he gets too upset and Cody finds out? Or something like it, just some codywan is fine too! If you're feeling like it. No pressure.

“I really don’t see h-how this battle is going to be of any use Ma-ace.” The General snapped and Cody looked up from where he was talking quietly with Boil and Waxer, blinking at Obi-Wan who was scowling up at the holo.

“You already know we need a victory in this system Obi-Wan.” Windu quietly argued back.

Shaking his head, the ginger crossed his arms over his chest. “But its only me and the 212th here, that’s n-not enough.”

The Korun was staring at him now, rubbing his chin. “Obi-Wa-”

“N-no!” Their Jedi snapped out again, clearly agitated.

Waiting a few moments, Windu spoke up again. “Obi-Wan, you’re stuttering.”

That got the ginger to drop his arms down by his side in surprise, his mouth falling a bit open before he grew a flustered shade of pink. “Then you understand I’m serious. Mace, I need more support or this battle will be a massac-cre.”

The holo of the other man sighed before looking to the side, clearly looking for information from someone else. “…Kit is a four day travel away from the system you’re in. But you’ll have to hold out four days, are you prepared for that?” Mace frowned down at the younger master. “I’m not asking you to give your life for this Obi-Wan, if its not safe enough, you and your men pull out but if you can hold down the fort for reinforcements…”

Obi-Wan looked to Cody, face open.

“We can hold position for a week sir if needed.” The commander said firmly.

Lips quirking faintly, Obi-Wan returned his eyes to the holo. “You heard my co-ommander Mace, we can hold it.”

Hesitating, Mace finally nodded. “Fine, but be safe. It would be a shame to lose you and the 212th out there Obi-Wan. Council out.” The holo shut down and Cody moved to his General’s side as the man leaned on the holo.

“…If they really cared about losing us, they would have sent the support with us.” Obi-Wan muttered to Cody, sighing tiredly.

“…Faulty information sir, we didn’t know the CIS were this strongly positioned and we’re all stretched thin sir.” Cody murmured, glancing around before gently placing his hand on top of Obi-Wan’s, squeezing gently.

Obi-Wan sighed deeply then turned his hand, squeezing carefully in return. “What would I do without you russ’ner?”

“Never going to find out kot’ner.” Cody returned quietly with a small smile. “Now…the stuttering?” He questioned curiously.

Obi-Wan hummed, holding onto the others hand. “Only appears when I’m upset. I usually control it better but… this is all getting me, this entire damn war.” He breathed out tiredly and Cody continued holding onto the warm hand in his.

“Kot’ner, I know its not much, but for what its worth, you will have me the entire time you need a shoulder. All you need is to turn to me.” Cody murmured.

Smiling at that, Obi-Wan lifted Cody’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back of the gloved hand, uncaring of who saw it.