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sy-on-boy · 2 months

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Damian's not nervous about who will win the right to dance with him. He doesn't care. Obviously.

Except Anya Forger is now lagging behind in the trivia quiz. She rattled off her first few answers with ease (genuinely surprising, how would she know about the milk and his dog? He can't imagine Ewen or Emile would tell her), but now she's struggling and giving out ridiculous answers. Who on earth is Benjerpoop Peeface GooFallo? Is Anya really that stupid? And why is he getting anxious about Anya not winning??

Someone has four points. One more point and this random girl will be dancing with Damian. Damian gulps nervously. Anya only has three points. The next question will determine his fate, and he doesn't trust Anya will know the answers to these highly specific questions—

Wait.

Highly specific question.

Damian can ask a question that only Anya knows the answer of.

Damian is so frazzled that he barely questions why Anya is the only one he wants to dance with. Or the integrity of him helping Anya win. All he wants is to the stop the imminent danger of someone snatching Anya's (rightful?) spot.

Damian raises his hand. "Ewen, can I ask a question to the ladies?"

Ewen looks a bit surprised by how the reluctant Damian is suddenly involving himself. "Sure thing, bossman! It's your dance partner after all. Come up!"

And now Damian's faced with the intense scrutiny of the five girls. Anya's stare seems particularly piercing, but she always has that effect on people. It's almost like she can read minds.

Anya suddenly jolts and looks away like she's nervous. Huh. Right, she's probably nervous because that other girl is one point away. Damian has to think of a highly specific question that the other girl will never know the answer to, and a question that only Anya can answer. It shouldn't be that hard considering they're in the same class and they did a lot of stuff together... Damian blushes at the thought of their extensive history.

But wait! Focus! This isn't time to blush. Except he's not blushing. Totally not.

Damian clears his throat. Everyone is looking at him. They're at question 13— an unlucky number, and coincidentally the number pinned on Anya's dress, so maybe it's a lucky number after all?

"Question 13: name one food in my ration can during the bus hijacking!"

There's a ripple of surprise when Damian mentions the bus hijacking. The other four girls look nervous. That's right, Damian knows Becky and Anya have suitors who admire their bravery during the hijacking, but no one seems to have mentioned that to Damian so far... and that scratches an uncomfortable scar in his heart. Hey, Damian was also involved in saving the class. Why didn't anyone admire his bravery, then?

See, this is a strategic question. None of the other girls seem to care about the hijacking, but Anya was right next to him on the bus. Her best friend's company provided the rations. Moreover, this is about food, and Damian knows how Anya invested is when it concerns food. She'll know the answer. He knows she knows.

In addition, Damian thinks he made the question quite open ended. She only has to name one food. Damian tries to recall them in his head: beef jerky, mints, digestives, hmm, what else...

"Salted nuts," Anya says.

A hush falls over the crowd. Everyone's looking at her, but she's looking at him. Damian's heart does an odd little thump.

"... I remember that because Sy-on boy gave the nuts to me."

Damian wasn't even thinking about that connection. Honestly, he had been so stressed that he could barely remember giving Anya her favourite nuts. Well, more power to Anya.

"That is correct," he says, and he can hear Becky cheer from the sidelines. Suddenly flustered and overwhelmed by how Anya remembers that little detail, Damian steps away and lets Ewen continue with the quiz.

Anya is up to four points, and she's tied with the other girl. That thought makes Damian nauseous. Anya only needs one more point, and they absolutely cannot let the other girl win—

Ewen begins what could be the last question. "Question 14: Which person does Damian love best?"

Damian instantly whips his head towards Ewen, his face beet red. "HUH?!" he screeches. He was already feeling fluttery and jittery from earlier, and now Ewen has to do this? Does his best friend want him to die, huh?!

At least it seems like everyone else is equally flustered. They yell out wrong answers, and Damian feels a rush of relief upon seeing the other girl with four points get it wrong. But wait, she isn't the only one with four points—

Anya presses her button. Her eyes are wide, as clear and as beautiful as glass, shooting a devastating arrow into Damian's resolve.

And before she says a word, Damian knows she knows. From her expression, he can tell she has the correct answer. Because of course she knows him the best out of these girls. Anya Forger, the commoner who stole him away.

He knows exactly what she'll say, and he's almost terrified by how she pinpointed that, but at the same time endlessly relieved that she knows such an important part of him. They're just kids who want their fathers to love them, aren't they? She understands him. She sees through him.

... Ah, why does it feel like Anya can see through all of him except for his heart?

Anya opens her mouth.

"Sy-on boy loves..."

"You," Damian thinks, his inner voice suddenly astronomically soft. "You win."

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wosoimagines · 6 months

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Celebrations - Vivianne Miedema/Reader

prompt: Arsenal celebrates Viv finally making her return from her ACL injury.

warnings: none

words: 4587

(Y/N) POV

I grinned as I wrapped my arms around Viv’s waist as I picked her up to spin her around. Viv scoffed in my arms before I put her down. She shook her head at me as I only followed behind her.

“Come on, Viv! Be excited! You’re back!” I cheered. Viv only rolled her eyes. “Come on, darling. It’s been three hundred and eleven days. You’re allowed to get excited and celebrate coming back.”

“We’ll celebrate when I actually get subbed onto the pitch,” Viv said.

I shrugged at that. I knew that Viv had been nervous about coming back, but I had been there every step of the way to assure her that she was going to be okay. I had missed getting to play with Viv for so long now and I knew that Jonas was going to sub her on even if it was just for a few minutes.

I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep my excitement in. Katie was right there with me. Not that it surprised any of us since Katie was consider the president of Viv’s fan club.

Honestly, I was just really looking for when Viv would finally get to start again. I couldn’t wait to play with her in the starting eleven again.

“Schatje,” Viv called out. I paused my animated retelling of my most recent trip home to turn to Viv. I grinned when Viv motioned in front of her. “Come sit.”

I abandoned my storytelling as I made my way over to where Viv was before I felt her running her hands through my hair so that she could pull it up for me. It was a small thing we had started after Viv realized how nervous I got before games during my first season with Arsenal.

It wasn’t long before Katie came to sit in front of me so that the two of us could talk about how excited we were for our national team camps that would be coming up. Everyone would be flying out the next morning to get to their respective camps.

While I couldn’t wait to go home and see all my national teammates, I was a bit bummed out that Viv wouldn’t be able to come watch my games this time around as she would finally be back with the Dutch National Team. Viv had assured me that she would still make time to watch my matches though as I promised to watch hers as well.

“What are you most excited for, (Y/N)?”

“Tobin and Christen said they’d come out to catch the second game since it’s in San Diego,” I said with a grin.

It was no secret that Tobin and Christen had taken me under their wing when I joined the national team. My Arsenal teammates had been surprised though when I had finally convinced Tobin to join Arsenal and they had seen just how close the two of us were. But I hadn’t had much of a chance to see the two while preparing for the World Cup and helping Viv rehab, all the while both Tobin and Christen were dealing with their own injuries.

“You must miss them, huh?” Katie asked as she nudged my foot with her own. “All of your national teammates?”

My situation was a bit different from everyone else’s on the team, it seemed. Pretty much everyone else at Arsenal had someone from the same country as them on the team. Or they at least knew someone who was playing the WSL that they knew from their national team.

Lindsey was my closest teammate and even then, she was in France. Well, I guess that I did have Catarina Macario and Mia Fishel both were still so new to the team that I wasn’t that close to either of them. I was closer to Jessie Flemming than I was to either of them.

“Yeah, I really do miss them,” I nodded. I hadn’t been called up for our September friendlies after I had been publicly critical of Vlatko and the USSF for keeping him around for so long, but the federation knew that they would only be able to keep me off the team for a short amount of time before there was clear outcry to have me back. “Besides, Becky’s going to be back in camp, so we’ll finally get Captain America back on the field. Maybe we’ll get her to finally score too.”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Katie said.

Viv pressed a kiss to the top of my head before she moved from where she was sitting. I let Katie help me up before the two of us had headed out to get lined up since we were both starting today.

While we were waiting in the tunnel I couldn’t help as I kept bouncing on my heels. This should be a good game for us after all. Plus, we had a celebration dinner planned for after the game for Viv’s return.

The second the whistle blew to start the match I knew that it was going to be a rough one. Not that it completely surprised me, Bristol hadn’t won a match yet this year and no one ever wanted to start the season off with four losses so they would try their hardest to stop that from happening. That meant targeting Alessia and staying on my back as well.

Honestly, it was a pretty smart tactic. Alessia’s temper could almost rival Katie’s and that was saying something. If they could draw Alessia into getting a yellow, or even a red, it would shift the game.

There was just one major detail that Bristol was forgetting.

We’ve got McCabe.

Katie scored a banger in the seventh minute giving us the advantage that we had all expected to have.

But it was just two minutes later that the advantage came crashing down.

I had made a run for the ball but struggled to get my balance as I had taken a small shove from one of the Bristol players that sent me crashing to the ground. I had heard the dreaded pop our recent ACL squad at Arsenal had described as I hit the ground. I was immediately clutching at my knee even as play continued around me.

Katie was the first one to realize that I was actually hurt as I hadn’t gotten up yet. She was quick to fight to get the ball back before kicking it out so that the play would stop. She was also the first one over to me.

“Please, tell me it’s your ankle,” Katie said as she knelt on the ground next to me. I clenched my teeth as I shook my head. “(Y/N), please tell me it’s something other than your knee.”

“I’d love to,” I said, causing Katie to let out a sigh of relief. It was always worrying, no matter what color jersey a player wore, when they went down because it seemed like a majority of injuries these days were ACL injuries. “But it’s definitely my knee.”

“Okay,” Katie nodded. I saw her briefly turn to signal for a sub so I could go off. “It’s gonna be okay. Maybe it isn’t that bad.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

I wasn’t surprised by our other teammates coming to check on me or how Kim also stayed close.

“Just a sprain, yeah?” Katie suggested. I glanced up to see that Kim didn’t look super confident in that possibility. “Or just a hyperextended knee? So long as you didn’t hear a pop there’s a chance it isn’t your ACL. Did you hear a pop?”

My eyes caught where Viv was standing on the sideline. I couldn’t let her stand there and worry about me. Not when we were supposed to celebrate her return.

The trainers were close enough to us that they were able to hear our conversation.

“I didn’t hear a pop or feel one,” I assured Katie. I knew that Irish woman would be angry with me when the news did come out because I was already certain that it was my ACL, but I refused to be the reason that Viv’s night was ruined. “I’m sure these guys will take good care of me and have me back on the field in no time.”

Katie nodded as the trainers moved next to me. Kim grabbed ahold of Katie’s arm to pull her up.

“Come on, Katie,” Kim softly coaxed the Irish woman. “(Y/N) will be all right. Let’s get out of the way and let the trainers do their thing.”

Katie hesitated but I smiled at her and nodded so she went with Kim while I let the trainers help roll me over. I brought my hand to cover up my mouth so that no one would be able to read my lips.

“It definitely popped,” I admitted behind my hand. The trainers froze at that because I had just told Katie that it didn’t. “Don’t tell the team. I don’t want to ruin Viv’s night with my own torn ACL.”

“You sure?”

“I heard it and felt it pop. It’s definitely torn.”

The trainers nodded before they moved to load me on the stretcher. I knew that it was something that had become precautionary with all the severe knee injuries so many players had been through recently.

They carried me off the field, but I let them stop so that Viv could check on me once we reached the tunnel, so it was a bit more private. I sent her a soft smile as she crouched so that she was at my height as she cupped my face.

“Your knee?” Viv asked.

“I doubt it’s that serious. It doesn’t feel that bad, I promise,” I assured her. I couldn’t help how the guilt gnawed at me as I said the words because I knew that she would be upset and worried when she did find out that my ACL was torn. “They’re just taking me out on the stretcher as a precaution. I’ll be back from the hospital for dinner. Right, guys?”

There was a course of yeses from the trainers.

Viv sighed as she nodded her head before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“I’ll see you later, Schatje.”

“Hey,” I said as I reached out and grabbed a hold of her wrist when she went to walk away. I grinded my teeth together at the aching pain that came from my knee at the slight movement. Viv bit her lip at my reaction. “I’m going to fine, okay? Tonight’s about you. I know that Jonas is going to get you on the field, and I know that it isn’t going to be how we planned it with both of us being on the field, but, Viv, you deserve to be back out there. Enjoy that, yeah?”

Viv slowly nodded her head, and I gave her one last small smile before I kissed the back of her hand and let her go.

“No one tells Jonas until after the team has gone out,” I said once Viv was out of hearing range.

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“You okay, kid?”

“I’m fine.”

Becky had been the first to call me. I had seen all the texts that my national teammates had sent me, but Becky was the one I had answered first. I was hesitant to text Tobin or Christen back. I knew that they would call me as soon as they knew I was out of the hospital, but I didn’t know how long I would last talking with them on the phone before I broke down.

Tobin and Christen weren’t just my team moms. They were my safety net. They had been the ones I went to when my anxiety about playing started to get to me. They were the ones who had convinced me to finally ask Viv out and they had been there through the hardest times in my life. But this was one of the worst setbacks I had, and it was at the worst time with the Olympics only nine months away.

I didn’t even know how long I would make it before asking Tobin and Christen to fly over to help me out while Viv was away at camp. I knew that they would do it too, but I couldn’t help but feel guilty for even thinking about asking them when they both had so much on their own plates already.

“How bad is it?”

I froze at the question. I, logically, knew that Becky would be the one they’d have call me to get information about my injury since she was our team captain, and we were in between coaches at the moment.

“My ACL is torn,” I admitted. I ran a hand over my face as I stayed in the car that was sitting outside the restaurant. Kim had stuck around to wait for me to get back to London Coloney with a couple of trainers. I had assured her that I was fine and that I just had to call Becky to give her an update so she could tell our national team. “I don’t even know what I’m going to do about surgery. Viv’s supposed to head to her own national camp tomorrow. But the longer I put it off, the longer I’ll have no idea what my timetable to return would look like.”

“Okay, you talk it over with Viv and get a gameplan with the medical staff at Arsenal and keep me updated.”

I knew that would be the next step. I sighed as I looked at the restaurant entrance. I wasn’t going to ruin Viv’s celebration so our talk would have to wait until after dinner. It really was unfortunate that we had to have such a quick turnaround between our game tonight and the national camps that everyone was leaving for tomorrow.

“Hey, Becky?” I called out before she could hang up the phone. “I know the federation wants you to report back to them tonight, but do you think it can wait until tomorrow?”

“Kid, they need to know as soon as possible.”

“I know, but it was Viv’s first game back from her ACL. I didn’t let her know how bad it was when they took me off. I didn’t tell her that I heard the pop,” I explained. Viv deserved to be able to celebrate this without having to worry about me. “I just want her to be able to celebrate finally getting back on the field for a game. I’m going to tell her tonight, but I want to be the one to do it. Not the team breaking the news.”

“Okay, but I call them at eight o’clock tonight,” Becky relented. I nodded in relief even though she couldn’t see me. “That’s like four hours. So, you make sure you tell her before then.”

“I will. I promise.”

We wrapped up our conversation as I made her promise to let the rest of the girls know that I missed all of them and I was upset that I wouldn’t be there to see them but that I trusted that they would win without me.

I took a moment to compose myself before I grabbed the crutches from the back of the car to head into the restaurant. I was slower to get back to the private room where the others already were. I could see the worry in my teammates faces when they saw the crutches. But my eyes met with Viv’s as I ignored our teammates.

Viv’s eyes darted down to the knee that I had hurt as she immediately started to fidget with the rings on her fingers. I started to make my way toward her before I took a seat next to her. Once I had the crutches leaned against the wall that was behind us, I grabbed ahold of her hand.

“It’s fine. Just hyperextended,” I assured her. Viv’s shoulders dropped in relief. “Doc said to get rest and the trainers will reevaluate next week to see how it’s looking. I’ll be back on the field in no time. I promise.”

Viv smiled at that as she gave my hand a tight squeeze. The guilt hit me hard as I watched the worry disappear from Viv’s eyes. I knew it was cruel to give her this false hope, but I didn’t want to ruin this for her.

“Great! That means you’ll be back with us in no time!” Katie cheered. I shook my head as Viv and I both turned to look at her. “Just too bad you won’t be going to national camp now.”

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t need to think about that right now. Especially because it still hadn’t really hit just yet that I was going to be missing out on seeing some of my best friends for the second camp in a row.

“Just wait, McCabe. Once Beth, Viv, and I all get back on the field, it’ll be your spot that I take, and you’ll be the one riding the bench.”

Katie gasped at that before she pretended that I had actually hurt her. I couldn’t help but smile as Viv laughed at Katie.

As our night moved along, I found myself forgetting about the injury I had just sustained and instead lost myself in the celebration. It wasn’t even anything big we did for Viv. We didn’t even focus too much attention on her, but Viv honestly did love being around the rest of the team.

While she hadn’t been completely separated from the team during her injury and rehab, she had missed getting to spend as much time as she was used to with the rest of the team. I had also been careful to limit how much either of us committed to team bonding nights, especially when it was game nights knowing that as much as she pretended to hate the games, Viv was one of the most competitive people I knew, and she would have been upset by the number of games she couldn’t join in.

It was nice to see her enjoying herself with the rest of the team.

Aside from being the newest one on the team to be injured, today was amazing. Even as dinner was winding down and some of our teammates started to make their leave. Katie assuring both Viv and I that she was covering our meals tonight as the president of Viv’s fan club.

Of course, we could only go for so long though before something had to go wrong when our squad was around.

I hadn’t even been paying attention to the Aussies who were messing around next to the table that Viv and I were still sitting at as we both quietly talked to each other. I knew that the two of us would be making our leave soon as Viv was obviously worn out from the day.

I moved to slide out of my seat, but that proved to be the wrong thing to do because as soon as I had turned so that I could maneuver my way to my feet, Kyra had taken off to get away from Caitlin who was trying to chase her. Which meant that both of them collided with my recently injured knee.

I gasped as I tried to hold back the tears while I turned back in my seat to keep it from being ran into again. I was very away of how all of the attention had been turned to me.

The aching pain that I had been able to ignore all night was back and it was ten times worse now. It was so bad that I couldn’t even process the apologies coming from Kyra and Caitlin. Viv was quick to move around the table so that she could be on the side I was trying to get out from as she waited for the pain to subside.

“Did they give you anything for the pain?” Viv asked.

I shook my head before I fished out the prescription from my jacket pocket.

“I have a prescription, but I’ll have to get it from the pharmacy tomorrow.”

Viv took the prescription from me. I was also a bit surprised to find that she had shooed the others away so that we were in the room by ourselves.

“Why would they give you a prescription if you just hyperextended your knee?”

I sighed at the question. I really didn’t want to do this here. I would do it at home, but not here where anyone could hear us.

“(Y/N), they wouldn’t give this to you if you hyperextended your knee. Especially not a prescription for this much,” Viv pointed out. I knew that she had figured it out. Viv looked up at me as I felt my shoulder slump forward. I was already over this injury, and I had only had it for about five hours. “Why would they write you a prescription?”

“Not here, Viv.”

“Yes, here.”

“No. I’m not doing this here,” I said. Viv scoffed as she looked away from me. “We can talk about it as soon as we get home where it’ll be a private talk, but I’m not going to do this in public.”

Viv huffed as she stayed crouched in front of me for a moment before helping me up and situated with my crutches. Our walk outside was a silent one until we actually reached outside. Once we were outside, I found myself saying goodbye to our teammates and assuring both Kyra and Caitlin that I would be fine.

Viv stayed by my side as we made our way to the car. She even helped me get into the car. Something that we had mastered when she tore ACL, but it was a little awkward now. Both of us were used to doing the other’s role.

Viv stayed silent the whole ride back to our apartment. This morning’s playlist to get us both excited about the match we had today was the only thing keeping us from complete silence inside the car.

Even when we got home, Viv stayed quiet. She had gotten both of our bags out without a sound and followed me into the building. Her watching me struggle with the door for a moment before she held it open all the way so that I could get in without having to worry if the door was going to close on me or not. She stayed behind me as we made our way into the building.

I wasn’t sure if she refused to move in front of me just so she wouldn’t have to face me or if it was just because she was afraid that I’d fall and she thought she had a better chance at catching me if she was behind me.

Our trip from the elevator to our apartment took longer than normal as I was getting used to the crutches and couldn’t move as fast as Viv had eventually been able to. But once we were inside of our apartment, I moved to sit on the couch. I was fully prepared to sleep on the couch as well if she was mad enough at me. After all she was the one that would be going to a national camp tomorrow, so she’d need a better rest than me.

“I was going to tell you,” I assured her as she took a seat on the couch once our bags were put up. “I promise I was.”

“And did you plan on telling me before or after I left for camp?”

“I’m not a complete asshole, Viv. I was going to tell you as soon as we got home. But I knew what tonight meant for you. Three hundred and eleven days and you finally got back on the field. You deserved to celebrate with your friends. I wasn’t just going to let you skip that to baby me when I’m fine.”

“You tore your ACL! I don’t think you get what that’s like! Take it from some‒”

“I know! I know,” I cut her off. I couldn’t stop the tears that were threatening to fall as it was all finally catching up to me. “I’ll be out for at least six months, but it will more than likely be closer to nine before I can get on the field again. I’ll probably miss the Olympics because if it takes me nine months to come back then there’s no way I’ll be in form to go to the Olympics. And I’ll probably have more bad days than good ones.”

“When are you having surgery?”

“I don’t know, Viv. It just happened tonight. I’ll probably go talk to the team medics and a doctor tomorrow to figure out a plan.”

“I’ll call Jonker and let him know that I won’t be at camp.”

“No. No!” I moved forward to snatch her phone away from her. Viv tried to reach for it, but I moved back as far as I could. “You’re not doing that! You’re going to camp. I’m not letting you ruin everything you’ve worked for because of me.”

“You were there for me! Why can’t I be there for you?”

“I’m not saying that you can’t be. But you’re not putting your own career on hold because I have to have a surgery.”

“Then what about while I’m gone? It a lot harder to take care of yourself when you’re on crutches than you think.”

I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose. We were getting nowhere with this.

“Beth and Leah and Laura are all still going to be here. None of them were called up,” I pointed out. I hadn’t really thought about asking any of them if they’d be okay to help me out. “I can always ask them to help me. I’m sure that Tobin or Christen wouldn’t mind flying over to help me out for a couple of days.”

“I want to be able to take care of you like you took care of me,” Viv admitted as she moved closer to me. I sighed as I threaded a hand in her hair. “It’s scary and I would have never gotten through my own injury without you. I want us to be able to play together again and that means that you’ve got to get through this, but it’s hard and so emotionally draining.”

“And you are the one that’s going to get me through it,” I said. Viv perked up a little at that. “But I’m not going to let you sacrifice your own career because of mine. Especially not when you just got yours back. So, you’re going to camp.”

“But what about your surgery?”

I sighed as I moved my hand to play with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck. It knew that Viv always calmed down when I did that.

“I’ll wait to schedule it until you’re back from camp. And I’ll make sure that it won’t clash with the Manchester City game,” I assured Viv. Viv sighed before nodding in agreement. “Besides, between the girls who weren’t called up and our medical team, I’ll be well taken care of while you’re gone. And I’ll be sure to talk to you every day.”

“And if it ever feels like you’re drowning, you’ll tell me so that I can be there to pull you up like you did for me, right?”

“Right.”

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sydsaint · 3 months

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Not afraid to admit I'm in love with his problematic ass <3

Summary: The reader wins the women rumble only to be teased by Punk. So when he loses his rumble she can't pass up the opportunity to get some revenge.

The crowd in the arena is deafeningly loud as they all scream and cheer around you. It's been over an hour since you came out in the women's rumble match as number 3, and somehow you're still here. Every inch of your body is drenched in sweat and everything aches. But you aren't done yet.

Four women remain in the match, including you. Becky Lynch, Bayley, and Liv Morgan are all much fresher than you are. But none of them have the unbridled passion and desire to win like you do.

"Sorry, Becky." You grab ahold of Becky's leg and dump her over the ropes after faking a temporary alliance with her.

Becky tumbles to the floor and it's down to three. Liv and Bayley start going at it in one of the corners of the ring and you see your opening. You rush to the corner and shove Bayley into the turnbuckle. Bayley hits Liv who has been teetering on the apron and Liv sails down to the floor.

One left.

You waste no time and grab Bayley's waist. She struggles against your grip, but your raw strength is too much for her. You muster all the strength you have left haul Bayley over your head and drop her. She tumbles over the top rope and hits the ground with a loud thud.

You did it. You won.

The bell rings and your exhaustion gets the better of you. You sink to your knees breathing heavily as one of the referee's on the outside heads in to raise your hand.

About 15 minutes later you head backstage with a giddy smile on your face. You've got Rhea at Wrestlemania this year. And you aren't going to squander this opportunity. Nothing can ruin this moment.

"Well well well, don't you look nice." A familiar voice greets you on the other side of the curtain and your smile fades.

"Fuck you, Phillip." You come face to face with CM Punk. You sneer at the shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he blocks your path. "Move out of the way you entitled dickhead." You spit at him.

"And miss the chance to congratulate you on your big win, YN?" Punk replies cooly.

You stand your ground and stare at him, despite the fact that every fiber of your being is sore and exhausted. But Punk has a way of lighting a fire in you. In more ways than one, unfortunately.

"Good luck out there tonight, Punk. I sincerely hope that Cody kicks your ass and dumps you over the top rope." You flash a fake smile at him before shouldering past him.

"You know you love me, sweetheart!" Punk calls after you as you walk off.

You head back to the locker room and get a good shower in. The hot water eases the fatigue and ache in your body and you feel much better after. Since you're feeling better you head backstage again so you can watch the men's rumble match unfold.

When you arrive backstage the match is up to number 20. You watch Bron Breakker come out and dominate the field. You and Bron used to hang out in NXT before you got called up. You smile to yourself as the match drags on and Bron picks up some eliminations for himself and makes plans to talk to him after the show to catch up.

"Oh god. They gave him lucky number 27?" You scoff when it's Punk's turn to head out.

You roll your eyes at his confidence and bravado, ignoring that voice in the back of your mind that finds him so damn hot when he's acting all high and mighty. The match drags on for another twenty minutes until it's just Punk and Cody left.

"Yes! Get his ass, Cody!" You cheer when Rhodes tosses Punk out of the ring. "Nice! Serves his entitled ass right." You smile to yourself when the bell rings.

The camera pans to Punk sitting on the floor in defeat and a thought pops into your head. 'god he looks so pathetic.' You think to yourself. 'and kind of hot all defeated and on his knees.'

You decide to hang around and rub it in some when Punk comes trudging through the curtain.

"Well well well, don't you look nice?" You mimic Punk's earlier statement with a grin.

Punk picks his head up and meets your gaze. Your smile is the same cocky and self-important one he was wearing earlier in the night. You're doing the same thing he was earlier. Only difference is you're set to main event Wrestlemania in two months with Rhea. And Punk just lost to Cody freaking Rhodes.

"Awe, what's wrong, Phil?" You laugh. "Night didn't go like you planned?"

"Yeah, real mature, sweetheart." Punk grumbles to himself. "Move out of the way." He demands.

You can't help but widen the smile on your face if that's even possible. "What? And miss the chance to rub this loss in your face?" You snicker.

Punk steps up to you but you don't budge. He comes to a stop inches from your face and stares at you. And you stare right back.

"Doesn't feel good, does it, Phillip?" You ask with a grin.

"You're real mature. You know that?" Punk fires back.

You continue to stand your ground and lick your lips. The tension in the air is palpable at this point. "I am almost 20 years younger than your geriatric ass." You remind him.

"Brat." Punk growls at you and finally shoulders past you.

"Awe, what's the matter, Daddy? Can't take the heat?" You laugh as he stomps off. "What happened to all that confidence from earlier? What was it you said? Oh, right! You know you love me, sweetheart!" You continue to call after him until he's out of sight.

Zoey Stark comes around the corner having heard everything and walks over to your side. "You two seriously need to just fuck already." She complains. "Because y'all are getting out of hand backstage."

"Oh, I'm just having some fun, Zoey." You wave your hand dismissively. "Besides, that old man couldn't handle all of this." You gesture to yourself with a grin.

"If you say so." Zoey shrugs. "Oh, well damn. Look at that." She laughs and points across the room.

You glance in the direction Zoey is pointing and find Punk making a B-line across the room toward you. Zoey walks off and you are left alone to confront your annoyingly sexy rival.

"Finally think of a comeback old man?" You ask Punk with a wink.

"You've got a big fucking mouth, you know that?" Punk growls and grabs ahold of your arm. "Luckily for you, I have experience handling girls with too much attitude" He adds, now wearing a smirk that sightly concerns you.

You dig your heels into the carpet in protest to being dragged off. "Now hold on a second!"

"Oh, it's too late to beg, sweetheart. You're coming with me." Punk replies and continues to drag you off.

#wrestling #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe fic #wwe x reader #wrestling fandom #wrestling fanfiction #syd's wrestling fics #cm punk x reader #cm punk #wwe

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Horny Peeping Sister cont

Chapter 6

Each knowing he was as guilty as the other, Jim and his children could not reproach each other for their incestuous fucking. Before the evening was over, Becky had confessed to her father that the only boy she had fucked had been none other than her brother, and, much to her and Tom’s surprise, their father hadn’t been angry at all. In fact, the idea seemed to excite him so they went one step further and told him about how often they went out into the neighborhood at night and watched people fucking. When Becky told him about what she and Tom had seen earlier that evening, Jim was ecstatic.

“I don’t know why I never thought of doing that myself,” he told his incredulous children. “Would you mind if I went with you two sometimes?”

Becky looked at her brother in shocked surprise. “But what about mom?”

“What about her? She’s been such a bitch these last few years, she’s lucky I haven’t done something like this before. Fuck her, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“All right, Dad!” Tom cheered, slapping his old man on the back.

“Next time mom works late, we’re outta here!”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Jim said, giving both of his children a hug.

“Now let’s get us and this place cleaned up before she gets home.”

It took them about a week to find an evening where they all felt safe enough to leave the house together. Tom felt in charge and grown up, leading his father and sister through the darkened streets to another of his favorite viewing spots. Becky felt sexy and hot, knowing she had the chance to get fucked by both her father and her brother if they found something really good to look at. Jim felt a little nervous, sometimes wondering if he was out of his mind to be doing something like this, especially with his own children.

The house they had been aiming for was completely black when they arrived, much to their disappointment. But Tom quickly came up with another address, and they headed in that direction, three figures dressed in black slinking down the alleyways. But before they could even reach the house they had in mind, a different lighted window stopped them dead in their tracks.

“Wow!” Becky gasped, her pussy juicing up instantly.

“I’ve never seen them before,” Tom whispered, his eyes almost popping out of his head. “She’s gorgeous!”

“I’ll say,” his father agreed, a lump in his throat.

The house was across the alley from a vacant lot so the three of them crouched down in some bushes there and watched in awe the fucking taking place in the room across from them.

In that room, which looked like a room built entirely for fucking, was a lovely blonde woman and two men. The woman looked to Becky to be in her thirties, but she was very well kept, with big swinging tits, and a supple, youthful body. She had a very dark tan, and the lines of her tiny bikini looked obscene, especially when she turned so that the dark triangle of her light brown cunt-hair also showed.

While Jim and Tom took in the blonde’s assets, Becky also noticed everything there was to see about the two men in the room with her. One was a young body-builder, muscles rippling on every inch of his greased body. His hair was bleached from the sun and his face was ruggedly handsome. His cock was out of view because he had it shoved up the woman’s ass.

The other man was tall and dark-haired. He was very thin, but his face looked like something out of the fuck magazines Becky and her friend Vicky sometimes shared. His skin was dark, and covered everywhere with a fine mat of hair. Neither her father nor her brother had much body hair and Becky now discovered that she found it rather attractive. Again she couldn’t get a very good look at the dark-haired man’s cock because he was feeding it to the blonde woman.

On the walls behind the three fuckers were pictures of people fucking in every imaginable position. Many of them had never even occurred to Becky and she immediately felt educated—and horny.

Tom wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation. Immediately he opened the fly of his jeans and let his cock bob free. Then, his eyes burning on the hot fucking action taking place inside that incredible room, he fisted his cock and began to work it up and back vigorously.

Becky and her father were more reserved. Becky merely began to shift her legs together, feeling her pussy getting very wet and hot. After a few minutes she allowed herself to touch her crotch, but kept her fingers on the outside of her jeans.

Jim was even more reluctant. He’d never done anything like this in his life, and he couldn’t believe he was actually doing it now. His eyes moved from the horny blonde and her two studs to his own horny children. Although he had expected it, he was still shocked when he saw his son jacking himself off so wantonly. But his shock turned to lust when he saw the way Becky was rubbing her juicy little pussy, her face slack with lust as she watched the blonde take a cock from either end.

The blonde was down on all fours, with the body-builder kneeling behind her and the dark-haired pretty boy kneeling in front of her. She had her eyes closed and her head bobbed forward and back, taking and releasing his cock, her fingers against his hairy thighs as she held herself up. Each time the body-builder slammed his cock into her ass, her forehead wrinkled with a look of pain and concern and fuck-lust.

“Yeah, fuck her in the ass!” Tom panted, rooting as if he were at a baseball game. “Yeah! Fuck her good!”

Both Becky and her father watched Tom’s hard-on pointing out into the night. He held it with both hands, one on top of the other, and jammed it through the circle they made. His balls dangled out beneath his rigid prick, moving back and forth with his strenuous fucking motions. The boy was kneeling in the dirt and weeds of the empty lot.

Becky was crouched down, her knees spread wide apart, the fabric of her jeans stretched taut across her cunt. Her hand could feel the wetness coming right through the denim as she watched the sexy scene in front of her.

Jim just bent himself over at the waist, bending his knees a little bit to keep down low. Although it didn’t register in his conscious mind, he wanted to be ready to run in case anyone happened upon them. But his bent-over position only seemed to emphasize the elongating shaft of his cock and he self-consciously adjusted it in his pants to ease his considerable discomfort.

Becky rubbed her little pussy vigorously, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have a cock as big as her father’s up her ass. Could she do it? she asked herself, sneaking a look up into her dad’s concerned face. Maybe she’d have to try it and see.

The thought made her pussy tremble and she had to shove her hand down the front of her pants. She left her jeans snapped shut, liking the way it felt to touch herself inside of her clothes. It reminded her of how she sometimes put her hand down her pants at school, fingering herself off while sexy Mr. Spillman gave one of his boring lectures in science class. More than once Becky had gotten herself off imagining what he looked like without his clothes and glasses!

“Oh! Ohhh!” Tom grunted, his cock suddenly shooting like a firehose.

Becky and Jim both turned their attention briefly to Tom. His cream jetted out and splattered noisily into the dry brush around them. Both his hands continued to jack on his spurting cock-shaft, and Becky swallowed involuntarily, thinking it was such a shame to waste such delicious cream. Jim couldn’t help but look around them nervously, still very ill at ease.

But no one was there, and when Tom sat down flat on his ass to recover from his orgasm, Jim looked back at the horny blonde in the room. Was that some kind of orgy room they had there? he wondered.

In among the lewd photographs, Jim recognized other sexual devices that had gone unnoticed by his children. There were many different colored dildos of various sizes and even a few masks and a couple of whips and some chained anklets. All the equipment made Jim feel funny. He wanted to feel disgusted by it all, and it upset him that he wasn’t.

“What’s the matter, Dad?” Tom asked, stroking his already reviving hard-on. “Don’t you like it?”

“Ahem, sure!” Jim said, trying not to sound as uncomfortable as he felt. “It’s great, just swell.”

“Then get yer meat out and beat it!” Tom laughed. “We don’t come out here just to watch—that’s sick!”

With both his kids watching him intently, Jim had no choice but to haul out his swollen prick. Actually, it was a relief to set his hard-on free and soothe it with the familiar feel of his hand.

“She’s really a hot one, isn’t she Dad?” Tom said, nodding toward the blonde in the house.

“She sure is, Son,” Jim replied, kneeling down next to the boy and pulling Becky over closer to them.

“And those two guys,” Becky said, “I wonder what it would feel like to take two cocks at the same time.”

“I’m sure we could arrange for you to find out,” Tom said lewdly, his eyes bright with fuck-lust.

“Ahhh, but not tonight, okay?” Jim said. “Let’s do it at home some time, huh?”

“Take it easy, Dad,” Tom laughed. “No one is gonna see us. Becky, why don’t you give a little head to dear old dad here to calm him down?”

“But then I can’t watch them fucking her,” the girl whimpered.

“I’ll tell you what they’re doing,” Tom said, trying to pull Becky over in front of their dad. “Come on, suck him off and drink his come.”

Becky’s pussy was on fire, and the thought of gulping down her dad’s jizz made it even hotter than watching the blonde woman take two cocks. She giggled her agreement and moved over in front of Jim, settling down flat on her ass in front of him, her feet spread on either side of the kneeling man.

All Jim’s fears left him when his daughter’s lips closed around the shaft of his cock. It was like Becky was sucking out all his apprehensions and he took hold of her face and helped her take in all the many inches of his throbbing prick.

“Feel better now?” Tom asked, his own cock helplessly hard again.

“Oh yeah,” Jim sighed.

Tom then turned his eyes back to the double-fucking in the house. The man at the blonde’s ass was pounding her harder than ever, and the boy could tell that he was getting ready to pump his load up her ass. Tom fisted his own cock, pumping it as he anticipated the man’s orgasm.

Becky bobbed her head, taking and releasing all of her father’s lusty prick. His cock-meat tasted good, and she covered it with her spit, making the mouth-fucking easier. She ran her tongue around and around the swollen prick-meat and enjoyed the way her father twitched and sighed.

As she ate him, Jim opened up her jeans and got at her little cunt. It was very juicy and he fingered it open, smearing the slimy cream all around her cuntal area.

“Oh Beck, he’s really giving it to her ass now,” Tom panted, beginning his suck-by-suck action calls. “She really loves it though, what a slut!”

Becky moaned around her father’s cock as she imagined the blonde taking the bodybuilder’s cock. She pulled harder on Jim’s cockmeat, his fingers and her lusty imagination stirring her fucking juices like never before.

Jim tangled his fingers in the strands of her long hair and pumped her face up and down around his cock-shaft. The way her tongue ran up and down along the sensitive vein that cut across his hard-on made the man roll his eyes and thrust his cock out even more. His little girl gave head like a pro and he couldn’t wait to blast his cream down her cock-sucking throat.

“Way to go, hon,” he panted. “Yeah, suck out my cream!”

Becky bobbed her face, taking all of his cock until she could feel his zipper against her tender lips. Then she pulled her mouth back slowly, keeping her lips tight around the length of his cock, and wiggled her tongue along the underside until she felt her teeth hit the helmet of his prick-head. Then she mouthed just the very tip of his cock, her tongue trying to worm its way into the flared piss-hole.

Tom heard his father’s breathing growing harsher and harsher and he wished he had some of the action too. Then, deciding that if the woman in the house could please two cocks, so could Becky, he moved right up tight against his dad and shoved his own prick toward his sister’s sucking mouth.

“Do me too,” he panted. “Suck me just a little bit, Beck.”

Liking the idea, Becky grabbed both cocks and held them together. Then she lapped up and down both of their swollen tips, feeling and tasting the subtle differences in the flavor of their leaking jizz.

Jim’s fingers poked in and out of the mouth of her cunt and Becky felt herself coming. To be sucking two cocks while her own father fingered her off was just too much!

“Hummm!” she moaned, her body vibrating wildly. “Mmmm!”

Her orgasm was quick, but very intense and behind her closed eyelids she saw vivid blasts of exploding color. Her mouth was open and empty as she gasped for air and then gasped for cock, sucking in first one cock-knob and then the other.

Still high with her recent release, Becky sucked one cock-tip and then turned her head slightly to have the other. Her dad’s prick-knob was a little bigger, but she liked the taste of her brother’s better. The horny girl was glad she didn’t have to choose between the two because she loved them both and to have them both at once was a dream come true.

“The guy in her ass shot off!” Tom suddenly grunted, shoving harder at Becky. “Ahhh, yeah, he’s filling her ass with his cream!”

Becky moaned around their cocks, her tongue out and licking up the side of one prick-shaft and down the other. Her father’s fingers left her pussy and she turned her full attention to bringing both men off as soon as possible.

She took a set of balls in each hand and rolled them in her palms like dice. Then she smashed them up tight against the two twitching cock-shafts and then released them, letting their own considerable weight pull them down. Both men murmured and grunted, their passions ever mounting.

“The dark-haired bear is fucking her mouth like crazy!” Tom cried.

The news made Becky wild. She pushed their straining cock-heads together with her fingers and crammed both of them into her gaping mouth. She ran her tongue around both of them, taking the jizz that dripped out more and more.

“Oh honey!” Jim gasped, his hands pulling her stuffed face far down the shaft of his, as well as Tom’s prick. “Gettin’ there!”

Becky bobbed her head as much as she could on their bunched-together fuck-meat. Then she pulled off and concentrated on sucking her father’s cock all the way to his twitching balls.

“Ahhh!” Jim exclaimed, his cock-meat suddenly lurching and his cream jetting down her throat. “Babyyy!”

Becky snorted and struggled to take her dad’s come. Absently she reached out for her brother’s thrumming prick and just as she touched it, it too let loose with its hot load.

“Aggg, Christ!” Tom grunted, his cream exploding against the side of his sister’s cock-sucking face.

Worried she might drown if she slacked off, Becky gulped down her dad’s cream as she felt her brother’s cream spraying against her ear. She was totally surrounded by jizz, and was the best feeling in the world!

Both men shuddered and groaned as their cocks emptied. Then they both fell away from Becky and the girl felt oddly alone. Not knowing what else to do, she turned around and took another look at the horny blonde. And, much to her delight, Becky saw that the handsome dark-haired man was just pumping his load into her hot, sucking mouth. Becky gave a sticky grin, knowing she had twice as much cream in her belly as the sexy older woman did. She then looked down at her panting father and brother and took both of their cocks in her small hands. “Let’s get these things home so you can give them both to me at once,” she said huskily, jacking on their wilted, sticky pricks. “And I don’t mean in my mouth!”

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commanderbuffy · 10 months

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Sapphic Books Reccs

Here is my list of recommended sapphic books! There’s a lot of YA here since that’s a lot of what I read. Everything on this list I have personally read and can recommend. I’m sure there’s a TON out there I haven’t read or ones I have read and have just forgotten!

Contemporary

Astrid Parker Doesn’t Fail by Ashley Herring Blake (Adult)

My favorite of Blake’s! Enemies to lovers. SO good.

Delilah Green Doesn’t Care by Ashley Herring Blake (Adult)

A woman falls for her step-sister’s best friend. Oh, and there’s a kiddo in the mix as well.

The Falling in Love Montage by Ciara Smyth (YA)

Two girls promise a summer of fun full of rom-com worthy dates. The only rule, no relationships. Just one summer, nothing more. Sure....

Forget Me Not by Alyson Derrick (YA)

Amnesia fic where a girl forgets she ever met her secret girlfriend in their ultra-conservative town.

Hani and Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating by Adiba Jaigirdar (YA)

Fake dating between the girl who wants to validate her bisexuality to her friends and the girl who doesn’t mind the popularity boost.

Her Name in the Sky by Kelly Quindlen (YA)

Best friends to lovers! A big piece of this is also the friend group involved.

Imogen, Obviously by Becky Albertalli (YA)

Imogen thinks she’s just an Ally. Spoiler alert: she’s not. I loved the way friendship was explored in this. You see some really solid friendships as well as a subtly toxic one (that’s acknowledged as such).

Late to the Party by Kelly Quindlen (YA)

An ode to late bloomers and a journey to self-acceptance. A girl goes to her first party, befriends a gay guy who introduces her to new group of friends and one really cute girl

Margo Zimmerman Gets the Girl by Brianna Shrum and Sara Waxelbaum (YA)

Super fun involving a girl asking another girl fo “Queer 101″ lessons. Bi and Autistic rep too!

Perfect on Paper by Sophie Gonzales (YA)

A girl gives anonymous love advice and gets hired by a hot guy to help him get his ex back. Really FANTASTIC bi rep!

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston (Adult)

A sexy time-bendy romance with so much heart

She Drives Me Crazy by Kelly Quindlen (YA)

My FAVORITE rom-com. I reread it constantly. Fake dating, enemies-to-lovers between the cheer captain and basketball star!!

She Gets the Girl by Rachael Lippincott and Alyson Derrick (YA)

Two girl team up to get their crushes to fall for them and start developing feelings for each other along the way.

Six Times We Almost Kissed by Tess Sharpe (YA)

Childhood frenemies forced to move in together for their best friend moms’ sake. Trauma filled and SO SO good.

Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan (YA)

A fun rom-com between an out queer athlete and the local beauty pageant queen.

We Are Okay by Nina LaCour (YA)

One of my favorite books of all time. A story about grief and friendship and love. A soft, quiet story.

Who I Was With Her by Nita Tyndall (YA)

A girl’s secret girlfriend dies and she is left to grieve alone until she finds herself turning to her girlfriend’s ex.

Science Fiction/Fantasy

Crier’s War by Nina Varela (YA)

A romance that leads to revolution by between two girls: one human, one Made

The Once and Future Witches by Alix E. Harrow (Adult)

This is historical and fantasy! Suffragette witches! Another one of those books I wish I could read again for the first time. Three sisters, one of them has a WLW romance

Thriller/Horror

Hide by Kiersten White (Adult)

A high-stakes hide and seek competition in an abandoned amusement park. One of my all-over favorite books of 2022.

House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland (YA)

No wlw romance in this one, but the main character and her sister are both wlw. My absolute favorite book of 2021. What I would pay to read this for the first time again.

The Girls I’ve Been by Tess Sharpe (YA)

The daughter of a con artist is finally allowed to stop running and faking her identity, only to get stuck in a bank heist with her ex-boyfriend and current girlfriend.

Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand (YA)

Three girls who shouldn’t have a reason to team up together against an ancient evil. The new girl, the pariah, and the queen bee who’s been helping the evil all along. I have reread this book easy a dozen times.

Throwaway Girls by Andrea Contos (YA)

When a girl goes searching for her missing best friend, she finds a trail of other missing girls and battles with heartbreak after her girlfriend leaves her for California.

Wilder Girls by Rory Power (YA)

Quarantined at her girl’s school after a gruseome Tox breaks out, a girl must find what happened to her best friend who’s gone missing

Historical

Great or Nothing by Joy McCullough, Caroline Tung Richmond, Tess Sharpe, and Jessica Spotswood (YA)

The queer Little Women retelling we all deserve with a SAPPHIC JO! Set in 1942. Beth’s POV still haunts my heart

A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray (YA)

Two of the major supporting characters are WLW. This becomes more important and on the page in the later books in this series, but this is the first one.

Music from Another World by Robin Talley (YA)

1970s California. Two girls become penpals and bond over music.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid (Adult)

Hollywood icon Evelyn Hugo famously had seven husbands. This is the story of her wife.

#sapphic books #wlw books #Book Recommendations #book reccs #book list

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Pregnant? Pt4

Tag list: @hauntedpostpersona @moxkindagirl @babybatlover

Tw: talks of pregnancy, mentions of death and miscarriage, mentions of vomit/throwing up and mentions of sex, use of their real names

It was officially the next day and Dom had woken up to use the bathroom while he was washing his hands he noticed something tucked away in the corner of the counter he picked it up and looked at he. He then realized it was a pregnancy test and that it was positive. He was confused was it Rheas and she took it last night with no one knowing or was it Y/n and no one knew. He decided to wait and ask you both when you fully woke up privately for now he put it back and went to go make breakfast for all of you. Everyone in the house was now up and have eaten breakfast Dom thought now it would be a good time to ask you both. "Hey Y/n, Demi can you guys come here for a second I need to talk to you both alone" Dom said "sure" both of the women replied. He brought you both into the bedroom while Damian and Finn stayed in the living room downstairs. "So I want to start this off by saying I want you both to be 1000% honest with me" Dom started with "okay" the women said. Dom took a deep breath and said "So last night I went to the bathroom and while washing my hands hidden behind the soap I saw something. It was a pregnancy test and it was positive and I wanted to know if it was one of you guys unless it's someone else's while came over. I don't know how long it's been there for but I just noticed it last night" Rhea with a shocked look on her face said "Well it's not mine... " Y/n sighed "I-It's mine" she said just barely above a whisper. "IS IT REALLY" Dom shouted in excitement "Yes. yes it is I took it while you guys were gone yesterday Becky, Seth and Live were here with me to help and support me with it" Y/n said in a louder voice this time. Rhea and Dom hugged her tightly but not to tight as to possibly hurt their new baby they just found out they were gonna have. All if a sudden Finn and Damian run in "we heard screaming" Damian said out of breath from running up the stairs so quickly. "Everything is fine you two Bunny you wanna tell them" Rhea said. Y/n nodded "Guys I'm pregnant" the two meen cheered in happiness at the news in a half joking half serious manner Finn said "Maybe Dem's should take one too who knows we could have known up both our princesses" "Ya know that's actually not a bad idea Furgal" Y/n said actually being serious now. "Seth actually bout three extras just for the future I think you would go take one Demi just to be safe" Y/n had said "okay" Rhea said going into the bathroom to go take one of the test "I wonder which one of us was the one successful in knocking you up mamacita" Dom said enthusiastically. "I wonder too I'm just nervous because last time I was pregnant with a baby I had a miscarriage and that was 2 years ago" Y/n said starting to tear up. "It's ok princesa we are here for years and we won't let anything happen to you" Damian said with a soft smile on his face.

That was all for part 4 I hope y'all enjoyed

#rhea ripley x reader #damian priest x reader #demi bennett x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #finn balor x reader #poly! judgement day x reader #the judgement day #wwe x reader

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Can we have a Rhea c reader with the reader going to ther first pride with Rhea?

Ofc love! 🏳️‍🌈

Out and proud

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You go to pride with Rhea and your friends of coming out and getting with rhea months earlier

You smile as Rhea does the lesbian flag colors for makeup on your face twitching in your shoes as she finishes the last touches adding hearts on your cheeks grabbing your flag and bag heading to the car. You and rhea were going to pride together along with your shared friends Dom, Finn, Liv, Becky, Edge, and Damian having come out to each of them 5 months back when you were having a cookout at damian's place after being in the closet for three years and falling for rhea deciding to finally tell the group of people that is family gathering them all inside as you eat taking a deep breath as they all calmly and patiently stare at you. "I'm gay...I'm gay and I have feelings for you rhea and I understand if any of you don't accept" quickly being stopped by them all as you cry openly "Hon it's okay we accept you no matter what" you giggle at a sniffling liv being hugged by finn and becky then pulled into a gentle but tight hug by dom as damian places a kiss on your head and lightly squeezing your shoulder and a hug from sasha nervous that rhea hadn't moved until she whispered in your ear to go in the next room while everyone smiled at you before closing the door "How long have you felt this way towards me?" you fiddle with your hands anxiously as you sigh "A year...I didn't want to lose you or anyone else outside because of it...so I didn't tell anyone until now" her face softens gently moving your face to look at her as tears flow down your face "You will never lose any of us especially me because I have loved you for the past four years". You smile at the memories of you and Rhea getting together taking things slow kissing her palm when she holds your hand making her smile sweetly as you listened to music before parking laughing and waving at a very happy liv arm in arm with a just as excited dom while the others joked around walking to them being pulled into a hug and lifted by dom making you laugh as you hug everyone else "Let's get the gay on!" you all yell waving the flags each of you had you and rhea with lesbian flags, liv, becky, and dom with bisexual flags, while finn, sasha, and damian had straight ally flags taking pictures together and with other pride goers as all get on a float with a longtime friend of yours driving the float while you all cheered with signs and your flags. You all celebrate and hang out at your and rhea's shared place barbequing and just hanging out until everyone passed out liv and becky sharing one guest room, dom sleeping in the other, and sasha sleeping in the last one with damian in the bed next to her while finn slept on the couch smiling as you and rhea kiss and lay down watching tv until you both fell asleep truly happy that you had the love of your life and your family together.

#rhea ripley x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #pride 2023 #rhea ripley #judgementdaysunshine's pride celebration

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itsmaferart · 2 years

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SxF Season 2 · · · I love "Souvenir"

Honestly, I got so caught up in the new opening that I think I fainted from the overdose of sugar and beauty I saw in just a few minutes and I've come to talk about everything I loved, especially my speculations and personal analysis:

Anya's life changed "Everything is more fun since dad adopted her."

Just to see how a poor girl, who was treated like a lab mouse, an accident to be taken advantage of. Who ran away from that dark world, to know the outside, was trapped in a cruel world, was adopted but was returned so many times just to be peculiar.

To see the contrast of a girl alone, in an orphanage, without friends. To see her walking next to Becky, her best friend. A happy little girl, surrounded by adventure, love, play and fun.

I love that Anya clung to the hope of being happy, and after so many opportunities she has already achieved it. And even though she is still fighting to preserve that happiness. Being adopted by Loid/Twiligh has been the best thing that ever happened to her.

Yor's background:

I really like the subtle reference, even though most of the opening we see Yor being beautiful. I like how they constructed the image sequence of Yor, receiving an assignment with her cold and unflappable assassin's face, moving on to a scene where we see her walking as a shadow in the streets bringing death with her.

But right away we see a fragment of her taking care of Yuri, in a possible reference to the fact that everything she has done, she did it to protect the one she has loved all her life. It perfectly exposes Yor's "maternal" side, being the best sister/mother Yuri and Anya could have had. Exposing how she sacrificed herself so many times.

The visual references of the Forgers driving around in the car

I don't know how significant this is, but I love seeing the Forger's riding around as a family in a car. Loid/ Twilight driving for sure after planning a whole outing with his family, Yor so beautiful and cheerful, Anya laughing and happy for her day of adventures and our adorable Bond as a gentleman.

Yor being beautiful, tender, sensual and sexy.

For this alone, the opening is already a masterpiece. The reference to Endo's art with Thor Princess bathed in flowers, even in everyday clothes, is a masterpiece.

The use of light/shade

I make mention of how they use darkness whenever it is understood that a Forger is alone or makes reference to their secret/past life.

I feel it's somber atmosphere shows the sadness, resignation and how isolated the Forgers are individually. Yes, well, it is understood that Twilight as a spy and Yor as assassins have made the choice to isolate themselves from the world and their own happiness, for Anya this loneliness was not her choice.

It's a huge contrast, seeing what her life has been like previously to being a family to what the three of them have become together. This whole opening is a display of the happiness they have and will have as long as they are together.

Thor Princess training

This detail is great because in the manga we canonically don't have a scene of Yor in her training days with the shopkeeper. While, there are scenes of her in her assassin work, I would still love to see Yor's past and her path to becoming the legend among assassins that she is today. I thank the anime for having given her a sequence in a few seconds.

The Twilight agent

As I mentioned, the use of dark shots is a reflection of the seriousness with which Twilight executes its work. He lives hidden from the world, almost like a ghost or sudden apparition that he embodies in a respective role/character. But this same lonely man, who lives in fear of a war existing

Now he is someone who cares for, protects and makes these two beautiful girls happy. The contrast of Twilight shooting at a target, to Twilight shooting at a fair to surely win a prize for Anya and Yor, is sublime.

I also love that Yor and Loid are in the same vehicle waving to Anya, as a couple as they greet their daughter!

Mother and daughter!

What more wonderful than to see Yor and Anya with such sweet and intimate moments, a mother brushing and sheltering Anya in her arms as her little baby. Just in the most beautiful and I wonder if Yor's melancholy face in the second panel is a reference to her dismay during the arc where Fiona appears, and the way she hugs Anya is a way of saying that she doesn't want to walk away from her ever

Twilight's point of view

Love this very recent theory, just because it seems so believable to me. Much of the manga Twilight's look is a reflection of his deepest thoughts, which he doesn't usually admit to

The perspective of many scenes seems like Twilight watching Yor and Anya, carefully detailing their happiness, treasuring it as the most wonderful thing in their world. It feels genuine, because of the angle at which the viewer is looking. Anya's scenes are looking down or up, marking a distance (because of the height between them) and Yor's scenes are close up.

The true peace of twilight

I think what touched me the most is knowing that Twilight is a tormented man who longs for peace, but I think deep down Twilight is searching again for the meaning of his life. He looks for a way for everyone to be happy, to have the opportunities he missed, but at the same time, he lives isolated to this happiness, so no matter if he gets happiness between East and West, Twilight was condemning himself to a life of loneliness and exile.

Yor and Anya now represent that light at the end of the tunnel, although his rational side prevents him from pushing away those shadows of the past, and letting that seed of love germinate fully. I hope that in the end he can wake up and realize that he already has everything he needs.

In short, Yor and Anya represent Twilight's happiness and Twilight represents the happiness of the two of them.

I feel the red ribbon symbol at the end, reference: to the red thread of destiny, which is unbreakable. So no matter when the Forger's relationship is stretched or strained, they are already bound together for the rest of their lives.

This opening came to invade my heart and never ever leave.

What do you think?

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kyleoreillylover · 9 months

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Undisputed Era x Fem!reader winning the Royal Rumble headcanons

Trigger Warnings: Typical wrestling violence, allusions to smut but no actual smut written, cursing.

A/N: This took so long because I am a perfectionist 😭 But I hope you guys enjoy this!!

Word had gotten around about Vince wanting some NXT wrestlers in the Royal Rumble to see what they were capable of

So you weren't suprised when Triple H pulled you aside after NXT went off the air to ask you to be apart of it.

You were already an established wrestler long before NXT, being one of the most accomplished female wrestlers in the world and the current and longest reigning NXT Women’s champion in history:)

Triple H hugged you before you left and told you to make him proud

And you intended to do just that

Once you tell the boys they are even more excited that you are 😭

They help you train in the weeks before the Royal Rumble

Bobby keeps an eye on you to make sure you arent overworking yourself

Adam gives you some tips and tricks because he’s the only one out of the 5 of you to be in a Royal Rumble

He might flirt with you in between sparring sessions but he calls that some “extra learning experience”

Roderick and Kyle keep your mind from going into anxiety mode that you normally have before big matches

Distracting you with kisses, playing some video games with you on the rare days you had off of work

Providing some good stress relief ;)

On the day of the Royal Rumble, once you got flew out with the rest of the wrestlers and went to your private dressing room.

You got your hair and makeup done and put on your special black and gold Undisputed Era gear when someone knocked on the door

When you answered it you were met with the smiling faces of Kyle, Roderick, Adam and Bobby.

They flew themselves out to surprise you and bought front row tickets to support you :)))

Your heart felt heavy with emotion and you flew into their arms in .5 seconds

“You guys didn’t have to do that.” You mumbled into their chests, your arms tightening around them.

“And watch our girl win the Royal Rumble on some shitty TV instead of live right in front of us? Not happening.”

You told them you would show your appreciation for them later ;)

They stayed with you outside the curtains until a stage tech tapped you told you you would be on in 5.

And remember how they hugged Kyle when he went out for his match against Finn for his NXT championship? That’s exactly how they hugged you before they left 🥹🥹

The cameras captured it and twitter exploded once they saw it 🥹🥹🥹

You were number 2 entrant and when you made your entrance, you weren’t expecting dead silence ofc but you also weren’t expecting your eardrums to burst from how loud the arena went once your music hit 😭

Especially since you were a heel 😭

You held your title up high, putting a smirk on your face as you stared down the Number one entrant, Becky Lynch, with the crowd chanting your name while making your way to the ring.

From the corner of your eye you saw your boys in the front row and you winked at them before getting in the ring.

The bell rang, and Triple H’s words rang through your mind as the biggest test of your career began

Time went by in a haze and it was nearing the 50th minute

Much to the shock of everyone else on the roster, you had racked up the most eliminations and also eliminated the four horsewomen

And you were sure as hell cocky about it!! And your men were too, you could hear them cheering from the crowd.

You were sweaty, beaten and bruised but you knew you couldn’t stop now.

You rolled into the ring from the edge of the ring after eliminating Nia Jax and saw there were only 2 other people left, Rhea Ripley and Asuka.

You stared down the 2 of them as the crowd got louder and louder with anticipation, wondering who would win.

The three of you ended up in the front of the ring, beating the life out of each other while trying to hang onto the ropes for dear life.

You were laid out from a vicious knee from Asuka, and you knew you had to get your ass up if you wanted any chance to win, but your body did not want to.

You could hear your boys and the crowd chanting for you to move, but your body only regirtered that once you saw Asuka slip something into her mouth, smirking as she made her way to you.

You moved at the last second, seeing Asuka mist Rhea and Rhea raking her eyes and screaming.

You knew this was your chance and you took it, drop kicking the both of them out of the ring and onto the floor.

You screamed in glee as soon as you saw them laid out on the floor, and it felt like time slowed down once the bell rang and you were announced as the winner.

You only registered what was happening when you felt yourself get picked up off the floor, the noise of the crowd being drowned out by you being spun around in the air.

“You did it! You fucking did it!” Adam yelled into your ear, spinning you around.

“I fucking did it!” You yelled back, your eyes beaming as he set you down. The others rushed into the ring, pushing past Adam to bring you into a tight hug.

“You did it, babe!!” Kyle cheered, his arms tightening around you as Bobby and Roderick hugged you from behind.

“We’re so freaking proud of you, y’know that?” Bobby tenderly said, his eyes shining with pride as he looked at you.

“I think I got that from how hard you’re hugging me.” You joked, squealing when they hugged you tighter.

“I was kidding!” They giggled at you before letting you go. Roderick smoothed your hair before giving you a kiss on your head. “You deserve this.” He whispered against your head before pulling back, and you blinked away the tears trying to come out of your eyes.

“Don’t make me cry, I have a reputation to keep.” You teased him, and he smiled at you before leaning down to help you go on his shoulder, Adam doing the same thing with Kyle and Bobby helping them lift you up.

You gave them one last smile before putting on a smirk and looking up at the crowd, who were on their feet and roared when you were lifted up.

And as you pointed to the Wrestlemania sign, standing on top of the world after the biggest win of your career and with the people you loved the most by your side, you never wanted to leave that moment.

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whydontyousaeso · 4 months

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“Text you later?”

Jey uso x fem Reader

Type- Angst to fluff

Warnings- betrayal in a sense, Jey being a asshole/idiot

Summary- you and Jey used to be best friends before he became a part of the bloodline. Now that he’s finally out of it you realize how nice it is to have your friend back.

A/n- hiii! I hope you all are feeling good! Stay safe lovely’s !

“Jey! What’s up uce?”

You ran up to your best friend and gave him a quick side hug. He laughed and pushed you around playfully.

You two had been best friends for years now, always inseparable.

You had worked together multiple times for mixed tag team matchups, and just having him in your corner in general.

Not only did you work together, you hung out a lot. You and Naomi were best friends so you usually spent a lot of time with her and the twins. It was always pleasant to have some people to look out for you.

“Hey Jey! How you doing?”

“It’s been alright, just got to get this match over with.”

You nodded and smiled tightly. Jey had been feuding with his cousin, Roman reigns, for the last couple months. This time it was all or none.

“You think this is the right choice though?”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna quit. He can’t get me to stop.”

You smiled and get him a hug.

“Good luck J, I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah! See you later Uce!”

“I quit! I quit!”

You bit your lip as you heard the bell ring. Roman had got Jey to quit.

This was bad.

You watched Roman celebrate as Jey was left in the cage with his brother who was supposed to be out on injury.

He didn’t see you later.

“Jey? It’s been a while. Call me back when you can”

You hit the button to hang up and sighed. You hadn’t been able to get in touch with any of your friends recently.

The only one who pitied you a phone call was Naomi, who told you she had to focus on her health.

Atleast you got that much.

Your eyes lit up as you saw your phone screen light up with a text message.

One from Jey.

“Look, I’m gonna be busy for a while. Don’t bother to text or call. It’s distracting.”

Oh.

You just put the phone down and rolled over in bed.

It was just a while.

“One! Two! Three!”

You sat up and gasped, feeling the adrenaline take over every scratch and bruise you had on your body.

You had finally won the championship.

Years and years of work was put into that.

And at wrestlemania?

It was a total dream.

You held the title belt close to your chest and leaned back, taking in all the cheers from the crowd, there was not one boo.

You made eye contact with Sasha at the end of the ramp and smiled, not to be petty, but as a thank you.

You would talk to her later and hang out with her.

Eventually you did make your way backstage, and after getting congratulated by everyone you were on your way back to your rental.

“Hey uce”

You turned around to see Jey standing there, smiling.

“Hey Jey, what’s up?”

“Not much, you know the good looks good around you for real.”

You smiled and chuckled a bit.

“You want to go get drinks with me Jey?”

“Nah I can’t tonight, but hey, Roman wants to talk to you.”

“Is that all you came here to tell me?”

“Not exactly but-“

“Goodbye Jey. Talk to me when you don’t have Romans hand up your ass controlling you.”

You turned your back and walked away, rolling your eyes.

Two years had passed since then.

Two years.

Obviously you had lost the title.

But Roman hadn’t.

You were on raw and was working with Becky as a tag team and your run had been pretty good.

But you had your eyes on Rhea.

What better way then to start the feud but at survivor series?

You had also talked to Seth prior to ensure that you would have his back when Damian tried to cash in.

The plan was simple, you would go out there when Rhea went and then Randy’s music would hit.

And that’s how it went.

Unfortunately Rhea had busted you up a bit, so as soon as the match was done you had to go backstage to get stitches.

People came and went, telling you how well you did and congratulating you for your title shot.

“Hey uce!”

You looked up from your phone to see a very nervous Jey.

But a different Jey.

“Hey uce, what’s up?”

Long story short, you went to get drinks with him at a bar close to the hotel you were staying at.

As the alcohol flowed you realized how much you missed your best friend.

Topics had varied all night, going from new pets to other family matters.

You were just glad he was talking to you.

“Sooo, any new love life updates?”

You laughed.

“No, surprisingly not. “

“You still single?”

“Yeah, what about you Mr sly guy?”

“Same here, man that kinda sucks though”

You just shook your head and stared at your water.

“You been interested in anyone?”

You looked up, he was staring at you like a lost dog.

To say there hadn’t been feelings between you two would be a lie.

It just left when he went to Roman

You shrugged

“Maybe, what are you asking for?”

He looked away for a moment.

“Nothing in particular.”

You nodded and grabbed his arm, feeling the small bit of alcohol you had wear off.

“Let’s go back to the hotel. It’s late.”

You walked down the hallway, Jey on your shoulder to keep him from stumbling too hard.

“This one yours?”

“Yeah, thanks y/n”

You helped him open the door and stood across from him.

“Text you later?”

You smiled and stood up on your toes, pressing your lips against his.

You grabbed onto his face gently, rubbing his cheek as you felt his hands naturally place themselves on your waist.

It was always natural with him.

You pulled back and smiled, stepping backwards from the doorway.

“Definitely text you later”

#wwe #wwe raw #wwe jey uso #jeysuso #jey uso #yeet

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south-of-heaven · 7 months

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Hi! Can I please request a Bayley/Reader/Becky Lynch where the reader is out with an injury and feeling really down about it but her partners are there to cheer her up and they take really good care of her?

Thank you very much!

Fun and distraction || Becky Lynch x Reader x Bayley

Summary: You're benched with a broken elbow and it's hell on earth for you. Becky and Bayley make the best of the situation.

Being sidelined with a broken elbow had been an absolute nightmare for you. You were used to the constant rush of adrenaline, the feeling of the ring beneath your feet, and the roar of the crowd. Now, all you had were doctor's orders to rest and heal, and it was driving you crazy.

But you had two amazing partners, Becky and Bayley, who were determined to make the best of this unfortunate situation. They couldn't stand seeing you so down, and they were determined to put a smile back on your face.

One sunny afternoon, Becky and Bayley decided to surprise you. They showed up at your door with bags of your favorite snacks, a stack of classic wrestling DVDs, and a determined glint in their eyes.

"Alright, champ," Becky declared with a wink, "we've got a day of fun and distraction planned for you."

You couldn't help but grin at their enthusiasm. They were like a whirlwind of positivity, and it was infectious.

The three of you settled on the couch, surrounded by snacks, as Becky popped in a DVD of some of the greatest wrestling matches of all time. You watched in awe as legends like Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Rock, and Shawn Michaels took to the ring.

As the matches played out on the screen, Bayley grabbed a controller for the video game console. "Who's up for some wrestling action?"

You hesitated at first, thinking about your injured elbow, but Bayley assured you it was just for fun. So you joined in, and soon you were all laughing and competing in your own mini WWE tournament.

Between matches and games, you chatted about wrestling, shared stories, and talked about your favorite moments in the ring. It was like having your own personal commentary team right in your living room.

Becky and Bayley's infectious enthusiasm began to work its magic. Your worries and frustrations about your injury started to fade as you realized how lucky you were to have such incredible partners by your side. They were there to remind you that while injuries were tough, they were also an opportunity to rest and come back stronger.

Hours flew by, and before you knew it, the sun had set. You looked at Becky and Bayley with a heartfelt smile. "Thank you, both of you. I needed this more than I realized."

Becky hugged you tightly. "Anytime, love. We're a team, in and out of the ring."

Bayley added, "And we'll be right there with you when you're ready to make your comeback."

With your partners by your side, you realized that even in the face of setbacks, you were never truly alone. Together, you'd get through anything, and your wrestling journey would continue, stronger than ever.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wwe #wrestling #becky lynch fanfiction #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch fanfic #becky lynch #the man of the masses #the man becky lynch #the man #becky two belt #big time becks #bayley x reader #bayley fanfiction #bayley wwe #bayley #becky lynch x reader x bayley

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barbielore · 9 months

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I have made a couple of posts in the past that refer to Barbies who are depicted as having disabilities, including the original 3 Becky dolls, the first doll in the Barbie line to be depicted using a wheelchair.

To go a little deeper on Becky, though, she was released specifically between 1997 and 1999. Her first appearance as "Share a Smile Becky" was not the only doll in the "Share a Smile" line - this line also came with Barbie and Christie, though they did not use wheelchairs.

Becky was the standout of the line, both in terms of marketing and sales - Share a Smile Becky sold a reported 6000 dolls in two weeks. I don't know exactly how this stacks up in raw numbers to other Barbie line dolls but it's quite impressive.

Becky's next appearance was as "I'm the School Photographer" Becky, where she is apparently an award winner for photographing the basketball team. She is depicted on the box with the Colour Streak Barbie line from the year prior, an articulated doll line with mascara-esque wands to put coloured streaks in their hair.

I'm not particularly sure why they marketed School Photographer Becky in relation to the Colour Streak line, as opposed to as part of a school or even athletics related line. Or for that matter, if you're going to market a Becky in this line, why not give her a Colour Streak doll? We could have had Raucous Red or Mellow Yellow Becky.

Her third and final appearance was as Paralympic Champion Becky, released in 1999 as a prelude to the Sydney Olympic Games. The equivalent Barbie in the line was Swimming Champion Barbie, who could "swim" backstroke or freestyle in water.

Teresa and Christie were also released as Swimming Champions this same year, as well as a variety of other Olympic tie-ins such as fans and, for some reason, a pin collector.

I think my biggest quibble with Paralympic Champion Becky personally is that the other athlete dolls (the Swimming Champions) have a name that refers to their event, rather than the games as a whole. Perhaps Becky should have been marketed as Racer Becky or something.

Of course, the doll was designed to educate children on the Paralympic Games, but I feel they could have done a little better in that regard.

Interestingly - some articles about Becky cite there being a fourth Becky doll, one who used sign language. As far as I can tell this is a misattribution of Sign Language Barbie.

Personally I find this one fascinating because, in addition to coming with instructions for some signs including the alphabet, she has a custom arm, with the hand molded in the shape of the sign for "I Love You".

Becky's other main appearance that I find notable is in the Barbie book "Three Cheers for Becky", in which Becky coaches the cheerleading squad.

A lot of Becky's appearances around this time carry a hint of condescension. It appears as though Mattel was genuinely trying, but fell into some tropes of Becky as an inspirational figure with few personality traits outside of being Barbie's Friend Who Uses A Wheelchair. Some of these things could be relatively easily sidestepped by Mattel - I don't object to Becky as a Paralympian in the lead-up to an Olympic year, but why not give Becky the opportunity to have regular fashion dolls too?

Oh, and let her actually fit in the Dreamhouse. That would have been good too.

#barbie #barbie lore #share a smile becky #barbies with disabilities #sign language barbie #paralympic champion becky #olympic barbies #barbie books #color streak barbie

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bomikalover · 8 months

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Scrapped Fanfic me and my friend Lee made called "Puree Passion." Wrote 3 chapters and decided to post one of them lol. LMK if you want the other two and I'll gladly post them! K Bye!

Chapter 1: Le début

It was a bright and breezy day on a regular Sunday afternoon at the beginning of summer. Bose walks into Man’s Nest with a grin on his face and a pep in his step. He was so joyful today, and no one knew why, which is one of the many mysteries of Bose O’Brien. The others sat on the Man Couch, curious as to why the young boy was so happy today.

“Someone’s feeling cheery!” Mika teased.

“It's disgusting.” Chapa sneered.

“Let the boy be happy!” Miles defended.

“So are you guys gonna ask me or what?” Bose questioned.

Bose joins the others on the couch.

“Do we have to-”

“What got your spirits so high?” Miles asked while cutting off Chapa.

“Ok, since you guys are dying to know…I got a summer job!” Bose exclaimed.

Chapa gave him a semi-smirk of pride, Miles applauded while cheering him on, and Mika flung out of her seat, jumping for joy, almost sonic screaming out of excitement. The others looked at Mika with confusion. You would have thought she was getting the job.

“Sorrieee, I’m just excited.” Mika says sheepishly while sitting back down.

Chapa leans over to Miles, whispering. “Some of us more than others.”

Miles cackles like a witch as Mika continues the conversation.

“Anyways, where are you working?”

“That's the best part! It's Hip Hop Paris!”

Mika’s smile faded. She must have been hearing things.

“Do you mean Hip Hop Puree?” Mika questioned.

“No. I mean Hip Hop Paris; Becky recommended it to me.” Bose answered.

“Becky? You mean Becky Butler? The Becky Butt!” Mika stressed.

“I thought she moved away?” Miles questioned.

“She did…to Paris!” Bose replied.

Mika sighs while rolling her eyes. It was already bad enough that he was going away to Paris for the summer, but he would be working with Becky. They all knew Becky was bad news…at least Mika did. She couldn't comprehend why Bose would ever listen to Becky…like it’s Becky.

“Not that I care, but why can't you work here in Swellview? You know at Hip Hop Puree?” Chapa asked.

“Well, Hip Hop Paris pays way more than Hip Hop Puree, and now that I'm getting older, I decided that I wanted to be more independent. All I know is Swellview, and this might be my one opportunity to get out of here.” Bose explained.

The others knew what Bose meant. Out of all of them, Bose will be the one stuck behind fighting crime with Ray. Not that being stuck with Ray is the worst thing in the world, but there are always better opportunities out there. Miles could sense the heavy vibe surrounding this conversation.

“Well, I'm happy for you. Hopefully, this is a small stop on your path to greatness.” Miles said.

“Yea dude, that's sick.” Chapa praises.

Bose smiles at his friend's support, but he looks over at Mika as her opinion means the most.

“So Mika, what do you think?”

Mika looks up at Bose, breaking out of her gaze. She plasters on a fake smile.

“Yeah, it's great.” Mika lied while nervously giggling.

Bose sensed something was off with her but brushed it off as he didn't want to upset her. Mika wasn’t just upset. She was confused, sad, and most anxious. Bose was going to work with her academic rival for an entire summer in the city of love. Yeah, no biggie.

“I’m so happy you guys are so cool with this, especially since I leave tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow!” The group screams.

Bose jumps back in his seat, not expecting such a big reaction.

“Well yeah. We’ve already gone through the first day of summer, so if I want to have a good head start, I need to leave for Paris tomorrow. I’m sorry, I didn’t know I would leave so soon either.” Bose explained.

The silence drew over the group. How could you be happy for your best friend but sad for yourself? Since they were 12 years old, this quartet is all they've known, and they wanted to keep it that way. But the other three knew that this would be good for Bose, even if it sucked for them. Chapa wasn't one to openly feel for people, but Bose was like a little brother to her. He drives her insane sometimes, but she would kill for him. She knew Bose could protect himself, but he was too nice to even hurt the meanest of people, besides villains, of course. So she always did it for him, not realizing how self-dependent Bose became because of it. Miles didn't like the thought of losing their best friend for a summer, but they knew they couldn't interfere with their friend’s path. If his path went to Paris, unfortunately, they couldn't stop him. Mika felt defeated. She’s losing her honey for an entire summer; even worse, he’ll be closer to Becky Butler. What if that vicious snake of a girl poisons her sweet Bosey with her malicious ways? Mika couldn't allow that to happen.

“Well, I'll gladly teleport you there.” Miles voiced.

“And we'll be there to send you off.” Chapa added.

“Yeah, we wouldn't let you go without saying goodbye.” Mika says while placing a hand on his arm.

Bose smiled as his friends were being really cool about this. It almost made him think that they were happy to see him go…but they still wanted him around, right? Bose was just overthinking; his friends were not his parents. They actually like having him around, unlike his parents, who don't even care if he moves to Paris for the rest of his life.

“Thanks, guys, you're the best. I'm going to go since I have to start packing, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” Bose said while leaving down the tube.

Once Bose was out of sight, Mika slouched into the Man Couch.

“What’s up with you?” Miles asked.

“Isn't it obvious? Mika’s loverboy is leaving her for some chick in Paris!” Chapa pointed out.

“Chapa, how many times do I have to tell you that I am not in love with Bose!”

“Yeah, okay.” Chapa said while getting up from the couch to grab a snack.

“Chapa!” Miles warned.

Chapa raised her hands in defense while leaving the room.

“I'm just looking out for Bose; I know Becky, and she's bad news!” Mika warns.

“You know 14-year-old Becky, the one that moved away and you haven't seen since freshman year. We're going to be juniors now; maybe she’s different.” Miles argued.

“Once a snake, always a snake.” Chapa says, walking in while munching on Choco Crocos.

“Whose side are you on?” Miles asked.

“Nobodies, that's the fun of it.” Chapa joked.

The twins roll their eyes at Chapa’s teasing manner. Chapa was the best at stirring the pot; she couldn't care enough to actually pick sides. Plus, someone always ends up hurt when you choose a side, so she never did. Plus, she thrives on making things harder for people.

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Bose packs in his room, and hears a knock on his door. It opens to Celia coming into his room.

“Oh hey, mom.”

“Bosey, what are you doing?”

“Packing?” The boy questioned as if it wasn't obvious.

“Yes, I see that. But why?” Celia questioned.

“I'm going to Paris, remember? I told you two weeks ago!”

“You did?”

“Mama, I literally told you about how Becky was helping me find a job, and of course, you weren't listening.” The boy complained.

“I was listening!” Celia argued.

“Oh really, where am I working?”

The mother was stumped. She was listening, but Genuine Moments was on, so she might have blocked Bose out just a little bit.

“Umm, a surgeon?”

“Really? A surgeon? At 16? I'm pretty sure that's illegal, mama.” The son stated.

“You got a driving license at 12, so anything is possible!” The mother debated.

Bose rolled his eyes in annoyance, an emotion he’s portrayed more as he got older and more aware of how irritating some people could be…including his mother. He loves her, but she could be a little dim sometimes, and that’s coming from Bose, of all people.

“Look Mom, I’m going to Paris to work at Hip Hop Paris with Becky for the summer, and I leave tomorrow. Whether you care or not.”

“I care, Bosey, I do.”

The boy scoffed as he went to his dresser to get more clothes. The mother knew she wasn’t the best parental figure, but she did love and care for her son. She just needed to show him that.

“Bose, sweetheart, I’m sorry for not listening to you, but trust me, I’m trying my hardest to be better. Because I love and care for you, you deserve to go to Paris and begin your journey of becoming an independent young adult.”

Bose smiled at his mother’s efforts. He knew she was trying her best, and he wasn’t always the perfect son either. The boy walks up to Celia, engulfing her in a hug. The mother hugged back. Her baby boy was growing up on her.

“You’re gonna do great, Bobo; I just know it. I’m gonna miss you, but I know you can handle yourself. Try not to get into too much trouble; I know your job is to save lives but think of this summer job as a vacation, ok?”

“I will, thanks Mom.”

And there’s her sweet Bosey. The duo breaks apart from their hug.

“You’re welcome. I have got to go with Vicey on some business trips, so I won’t be here to send you off. But I love you so much, Bobo, and be safe.”

“Of course, love you too.”

The mother places an arm on his head, caressing it before smiling and making her exit. Bose keeps packing his bags with a happy heart, knowing his friends and family are supporting him.

The next day came rather quickly as the kids already stood outside Swellview Airport to send Bose off. It was bittersweet, they didn’t want to see him go, but it was time for the baby bird to leave the nest.

“Thanks for coming guys.” Bose thanked.

“Of course.” Chapa said.

“We wouldn’t miss it.” Miles voiced.

Mika was relatively quiet for obvious reasons. She still wasn’t grasping the fact that Bose was actually leaving for Paris. She was more focused on figuring out a loophole that could keep him here, but she kept drawing blanks. She watched as he briefly talked with Chapa and Miles, hugging them separately before moving on to her. He stood before her, smiling gently, but his eyes spoke volumes. He was going to miss Mika the most, to no one’s surprise. Everyone knew how bad the duo suffered when being separated. During the Thousand Pranks War, Bose couldn’t help himself and snuck out to Mika even though their cities warred against each other. Mika being from the rival town and pranking Bose herself, should have been enough to push Bose away, but it didn’t. He stayed by her side. It was even worse when their moms kicked them out of Danger Force. He only saw Mika in school, which wasn’t much since their schedules differ and they both have extracurriculars. But even then, he sat with her every lunch, walked with Mika to her locker or class if he could, and even got to school extra early to spend time with her. He always made time for Mika. And Mika never shoos him away. So being countries apart might be challenging, but I doubt Bose O’Brien would let that get in his way of making time for Mika Macklin and staying by her side…whatever way he can.

“Hey.” Bose said.

“Hi.” Mika voiced.

They both had so much to say, too much, actually. Mika teared up, with Bose looking back with teary eyes as well. Mika wraps her arms around Bose’s torso, her head against his chest, and Bose’s arms around her shoulders. They would have had more time to depart if Miles could teleport them there, but of course, Becky got Bose a first-class flight there and will be waiting for him at the airport. Bose swayed them slowly, neither having the courage to let go. Their friends watching them felt for them, knowing how important they were to each other. Chapa looks at her still outdated phone, checking the time.

“Bose, you have to go now if you still want to catch your flight.” Chapa announced.

Bose went to let go, but Mika squeezed harder.

“Don’t let go, not yet.” Mika whispered.

“I wish I could hug you forever, but Chapa’s right. I got to go.”

The duo gradually loosened their embrace, Bose taking hold of Mika’s hand with his own.

“I’ll call you as soon as I get situated in Paris.”

Mika smiled, squeezing Bose’s hand right before he let go.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys.”

Bose grabbed his suitcases, giving one last look to his friends, Mika’s lasting the longest. Then he turns around, strolling towards the airport and farther away from his home. Chapa walked over to Mika, putting an arm over her shoulder. She knew her friend needed some comfort right now.

#loved writing this but lost interest lol #writing other fanfics tho #danger force #bose o'brien #mika macklin #bomika #dangerverse #danger force season 3 #nickelodeon #mika danger force

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Mayblade Day 1: Lights

The stadium lights were blinding when she stepped out onto the stadium floor amidst the cheers and excited shouts of the crowd. She looked down at her right hand. Her midnight blue HMS beyblade sparkled, showing off the brand new attack ring Kenny had installed in the locker rooms only minutes earlier. He had promised her it would be good enough to stand up to Carlos. She desperately hoped he was right. In the centre of the beyblade, the emblem of the dragon shone brightly. Vaguely, she heard the referee’s announcement, calling the competitors to the dish. She took a breath, and then she stepped forward as the crowd around her erupted into cheers of excitement and anticipation. This is it, the anxious voice inside her head told her. It was time to prove to the world what she could do. Her teammates were already assembled and waiting for her. It had been Kai’s decision to change the line up at the last minute - with a draw and a loss behind them, her captain knew they were backed into a corner. Now her teammates were counting on her to keep them in the game. As she approached the bench, Max and Tyson each patted her on the back and shared words of encouragement. Ray gave her arm a gently squeeze as Becky pressed her launcher and ripcord into her hands. “You can do this,” she said, her voice full of determination and confidence in her cousin’s abilities. She glanced in Kai’s direction and her captain nodded wordlessly before her coach pulled her aside. Hiro placed his hands on her shoulders. “Remember Steph,” he told her. “Your beyblade is like an extension of yourself. Believe that it’s good enough to defeat Carlos. Believe that you are good enough to beat him.” He squeezed her shoulders gently. “You won’t lose.” She nodded her head. “Okay, coach.” She didn’t look to the stands as she approached the dish - she knew he would be there watching her. Slowly, she ascended the steps to the area, her anticipation building as she climbed higher, higher until she could see across the field to her opponent. The announcer’s voice echoed through the stadium. "And the hopes of the entire team rest on the shoulders of their Vice Captain. If they don’t win this round, the Bladebreakers will lose the match and their chance at the Championship title." She clipped Seraphina securely into her launcher, the rip cord held tight in her hands. Across from her, Carlos stood ready, his beyblade held over the dish, a menacing look on his face. “Beybladers at the ready,” Jazzman told them. Steph took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt the spirit of the bitbeast inside her beyblade gently brush against her consciousness, reassuring her that she was not in this fight alone and when she opened her eyes again, she could no longer the sounds of the crowd or the jeers from the Bladesharks’ bench. This was her moment. She took her stance, beyblade and launcher poised over the stadium and waited for Jazzman’s count. Three. Two. One … Let it Rip!

#steph summers #beyblade fanfiction #beyblade #mayblade #mayblade2024 #mayblade 2024

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How would Fo4 companions react to Courier 6

Just... existing?

The Dugout Inn was packed that night, thanks to harvest season caravans, pay day for the security officers, and some harmonica player that was giving an admirable performance by the Port-A-Diner that still held an immaculate piece of pie. But the harmonica wasn't the main draw, the sole survivor's companion noticed when they walked in - it was a newcomer at the bar with a gaggle of onlookers surrounding them, holding sway over the group with some story about an adventure in the faraway Mojave wasteland.

While the sole survivor elbowed their way toward Vadim and liquor, their companion sidled up to the back of the newcomer's crowd to listen in. They were describing a battle with deathclaws in a quarry, filled with blood on the cut stone, teeth and horns sharper than a mother-in-law's tongue, and plenty of pizzazz.

"How much did the NCR pay you, once you were through?" Becky Fallon asked when they reached the tale's conclusion.

"Oh, 500 NCR dollars," the newcomer replied, making a face. "About 200 caps, for you east coasters."

"Only 200 caps for 20 deathclaws?!?" Hawthorne laughed. "You're the cheapest hunter I know. Only 10 caps per deathclaw, that's a hell of a deal."

"I don't hunt full-time. The NCR pays its contracted hunters more."

"If you're not a hunter, then what do you normally do for work?" Hawthorne asked.

The newcomer smiled. "I'm a courier."

Cait: Cait snorted. "A goddamned mailman? Come on. And you're out smashing up deathclaws for what, drinking money?"

"I take whatever comes my way." The courier raised their glass to her, then took a large gulp of it. "It's how I get by."

"Sounds less like 'getting by' and more like you have a death wish," Cait quipped. "If I want drinking money, I don't find it by looking beyond what my baseball bat can handle."

"I like a challenge," the courier admitted. Their eyes traveled over Cait's wiry arms. "I could use one now, truth be told. My purse is a little light."

"I can buy your next drink," Hawthorne offered.

"Out of the way, handsome." Cait pushed the adventurer to the side and slid in next to the courier. She put her elbow on the bar, hand up. "Five caps says you can't pin me, stranger."

A competitive gleam entered the courier's eye. "Make it 10," they said, thrusting their drink into Hawthorne's grasp.

By the time the sole survivor returned, Cait and the courier were gritting their teeth, arms shaking as they both tried to pin the other's hand to the bar. The crowd was cheering them on, growing loud enough to drown out the harmonica as the courier's hand inched closer and closer toward the counter. Cait saw her chance and took it, and the smack of skin on wood was nearly covered by disappointed groans from the courier's admirers.

"Pay up," Cait advised them, accepting her drink from the sole survivor.

"Best two out of three," the courier suggested breathlessly.

Codsworth: "A worthy profession," Codsworth remarked, with a deferential tilt of his eye stalks. "Receiving the post was always one of the highlights of my day, before the war. We don't get many deliveries these days, but that makes the ones that we do receive all the more special, in my opinion."

"Aww, you remember your pre-war days?" The courier looked the robot over with interest. "I'm surprised your current owner didn't overwrite your memories and give you a fresh start."

"That would be because my pre-war owner and my current owner are one and the same," Codsworth replied helpfully. "Two centuries' worth of memories is of course, far too much data for a Mister Handy model such as myself to contain, but they trust me to do my own pruning. I can throw out most of the years I spent trying to polish the car, for instance."

"Is your owner a ghoul?" the courier asked, confused.

"Far from it." Codsworth pointed out the sole survivor at the other end of the bar. "They were lucky enough to gain entrance into a vault just before the bombs fell, and then they were - well, there I go, telling their story for them. I suppose they would rather give it to you in their own words."

"Sounds like quite the story," the courier murmured.

"A tale for the ages, or so they say."

Curie: Curie gasped in delight. "Le service postal of the United States survived the Great War? This is beyond impressive!"

The courier wrinkled their nose. "Is that... French? Oh shoot, I don't remember most of what..."

"It is quite alright," Curie reassured them, patting their arm. "I am fluent in English as well."

"Je ne parle pas français," the courier answered triumphantly. "Ah, shit, I bet Arcade 100 caps that I'd never use it. Can you keep a secret?"

"Most assuredly." Curie smiled. "When did you arrive? It is rare that Diamond City sees visitors from so far away."

"What about the Brotherhood?" Becky pointed out.

"Or that trader from Appalachia who came through last week," Hawthorne added.

"Less rare as of late," Curie amended. "Regardless, you are more than welcome here. It is so nice to see new faces. So encouraging."

"Thank you." The courier smiled. "People are usually happy to see me, but it's nice to know it's not always because I'm bringing them something."

"Viens avec moi," Curie insisted, seizing their hand. "There is someone else you should meet, tonight."

Paladin Danse: "That's an important job in the west," Danse said, nodding in approval. "The coast, mountains, and desert make for dangerous terrain, even for Brotherhood troops. Navigating them as an individual can be safer than traveling as a group."

"As long as you know where you're going," the courier added. "I've done work for the Brotherhood before, but they're a secretive bunch. Keep to themselves, unless you've got something they want. They're a real different beast from the East Coast variety."

"They've faced different challenges and adversities," Danse replied testily. "But the western leadership still provides a clear mission for the order, from coast to coast. We follow their example."

"Mmm, I'm not so sure." The courier tilted their glass around thoughtfully. "Maxson's chapter has an open-door policy, which I suppose isn't the worst thing compared to the desert chapters, but that wouldn't fly on the West Coast. I suppose he gets away with it because he's the golden boy who has all the vertibirds, and that big robot that keeps getting blown up."

"Watch your tone," Danse warned them.

"Or what, you'll court-martial me? Please." The courier chuckled. "Your Mojave brothers and sisters strapped a bomb collar on my neck and made me do chores for them, the first time I came around their bunker. I take a slap on the wrist far better than I do a death threat."

Danse was taken aback, which left them room in the conversation to keep going. "They're not all that bad, though. I've got a Scribe friend from the same chapter who taught me some great moves with a power fist. She's always on the verge of leaving them though, so who knows."

Deacon: "What's your usual cargo?" Deacon asked casually. "Anything you can carry?"

"Usually." The courier tapped their chin. "Though if it can move itself, we'll do escorts for an extra fee. I've driven some brahmin and led some bots in my day."

"Ever move people?" Hawthorne asked.

The courier's eyes narrowed. "What, like slaves?"

"No, no, nothing like that." Hawthorne waved his hands. "I mean, like, freed slaves. Or synths."

"You really think synths would make it that far west?" Becky asked, skeptical. "The Institute's everywhere, and they'd stick out like a sore thumb outside the Commonwealth."

The shopkeeper and the adventurer fell to arguing, leaving the courier and Deacon stuck in the middle of their debate. The courier raised their eyebrows at him from over Becky's shoulder. Deacon shook his head and smirked before walking away.

"What was that all about?" the sole survivor asked, once he'd rejoined them.

"Ah, nothing." Deacon accepted the drink they had bought for him. "Just someone I thought I recognized."

"Anyone I'd know?"

"Nah."

Dogmeat: Hawthorne shifted to the right, accepting the drink Vadim had brought him, and the courier caught sight of the dog that was eyeing them curiously. A peculiar look came over their face, and they set their own glass down and knelt to beckon Dogmeat over. "Here, buddy. It's okay."

Dogmeat, ever the good judge of character, sniffed their offered hand and licked their knuckles. The courier rewarded him with a scratch behind the ears. "There you go. You look just like some other pups I know. Whose dog are you?"

The sole survivor, who had apparently given up on getting Vadim's attention, nudged their way into the courier's circle. "He's mine. Well... I'm his, I suppose."

The courier straightened up again and looked the Commonwealth's latest star over. "You suit each other," they said, coming to some conclusion. "Buy you a drink?"

Mayor John Hancock: "Whoa." Hancock drew some loop-de-loops in the air with his finger, pointing to the courier's various accoutrements. "Stay away from this one, folks. If I know one thing, it's that you don't tangle with a fucking mailman."

"We're only scary if you're standing in the way of our route," the courier joked. "Have you met many of us?"

"Enough," Hancock admitted. "Knew a fiery one from New Reno who retired a few decades ago. She was a crack shot with her pistols and could give a yao guai bad dreams, when she felt like it."

"Oh, Dawn? Petite ghoul, wears pearls and a different wig for every day of the week?"

"That's her! Have you met her?"

"Never had the pleasure myself, but the old guard at the Mojave Express never shut up about her." The courier smiled. "I didn't know she'd come east. Is she still around?"

"Nah, she went north three years back. Said she was going to find her next fortune in the Annex Nation." Hancock seized a nearby bottle from the bar and took a swig before offering it to them. "Got the sense from her that she had to keep moving, or she'd drop dead of boredom. You know?"

"That's the average courier for you." The newcomer accepted the bottle and took a drink. "If I sit still too long, I start to go a little insane. Makes things tough, sometimes."

"Well, those who get you, they get it, and those who don't aren't worth your time anyway." Hancock winked. "She sure made Goodneighbor interesting while she was around, though. If you ever see her again, tell her that John the honorable mayor misses her."

Robert Joseph MacCready: "A mailman?" MacCready made a face. "Might as well join up with mercenaries, if you're willing to risk your life that often. You'd probably make better caps."

"Probably," the courier agreed. "But I get better stories out of courier deliveries than I would if I was just a hired gun."

"Oh yeah?" MacCready settled in against the bar. "What's your best one?"

The courier whistled, long and low. "Where do I even begin? Do you want the best one with a happy ending, the one where I had the most problems in my way but still managed to make the delivery, the one with the best pay... you've got to narrow it down."

"The best one. Period."

"Fine, they're all the same story anyway." The courier grinned. "I picked up a job in the Boneyard for pretty decent caps, nothing to sneeze at, but two weeks into the trip I get waylaid by a guy in a fancy suit and some Khans he paid to find me. They surprise me, take my cargo, then shoot me in the head and bury me in a shallow grave."

"They did not," MacCready cut in. "You'd be dead."

"Yeah, the doc said I was for a few minutes." The courier tipped their hat back, exposing the bullet scar on their forehead, much to the crowd's delight. "So once someone fished me out and nursed me back to health, I tracked that snazzy murderer and his goons down, took back what I was supposed to deliver, and brought it where it was supposed to go."

"And how much did you get in return?"

The courier bobbed their head noncommittally. "Well... there's a bit more to the story, but I got a thousand caps up front, and later I got a casino and an army of robots."

"Pffft." MacCready burst out laughing. "Just who do you expect to believe that?"

Nick Valentine: "A courier from the West Coast, huh?" Nick's golden eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't happen to have some time for a few questions about a case I'm working on, would you?"

Several minutes later, the sole survivor found the pair at a table in the back, where Nick was grilling the courier about their encounters with his pet serial killer. "So no calling card, no trace, nothing," the synth was saying.

"No, nothing like that." The courier scratched their head. "I think I first saw him outside... Novac? Maybe? I was out late after a job, and some Vipers tried to jump me on the way back into town. He put down the last of them before she gutted me with a machete, and when I went up the ridge to see what he was after, he was gone."

"Did he leave any footprints?"

The courier clucked their tongue. "Rock ridge. Nothing there. I have no idea how he got down without me seeing, because there was definitely no way up. Trust me, I looked."

Nick sighed. "Well, it matches all the other descriptions. Best guess I've got is some pre-war ghoul, or maybe a synth like myself, who for some reason gets his kicks from interrupting gunfights and arbitrarily choosing the winner. You should come by the office tomorrow morning, if you're still in town, so Ellie can get this all down officially."

The sole survivor set Nick's drink down in front of him and grimaced. "He's a phantom, Nick. Odds are, we'll never catch him."

"I don't care if he's the Silver Shroud himself, I want to know what he's doing in Boston." Nick took a swig of the beer and scowled. "Thanks for your help, courier. Safe travels, if I don't see you."

"My pleasure." The courier rose and nodded to both of them. "Not sure what all the fuss is in this city about synths. You're a perfect gentleman."

Piper Wright: "Move over, Hawthorne." Piper squeezed in next to the courier and pulled out her notepad. "How long have you been a courier? Do you like it? What brings you this far east?"

"Whoa, slow down." The courier laughed. "Let's just say I've been a courier as long as I can remember."

"Now that sounds like an answer that's got a story behind it," Piper pointed out, jotting their words down. "Are you saying you've been a courier since you were very young, or that you can't remember that far in your past?"

The courier's amusement dampened a little. "Have you ever been told you're too smart for your own good?"

"Often, and usually by people who've got something to hide. Why are you in the Commonwealth?"

The courier downed the rest of their drink and set the glass on the bar. "I'm out. I get enough of this in the Mojave."

"Who's bothering you in the Mojave?" Piper pressed. "You wouldn't happen to know a courier from out that way who was at the fight over Hoover Dam? What are your thoughts on their actions, and on how everything turned out?"

The sole survivor arrived with their drink just in time to watch the courier's retreat toward the door. "Who was that?" they asked the reporter.

"Just someone who's not a fan of the press." Piper rolled her eyes and put the notepad away. "I wish everyone was as open to an interview as you, Blue."

Preston Garvey: "A courier?" Preston commented. "You must have been all over the west, if you work as a courier. What's it like, compared to the Commonwealth?"

The courier shrugged. "Some places are better, some are worse. Depends on where you go. My heart's in New Vegas, of course, but I've found pleasure and danger all over the place."

Preston smiled. "Those two go hand in hand, sometimes."

"More often than we care to admit." The courier smiled back. "I saw some folks with your uniform on my way through Sanctuary. Are you with the Minutemen?"

"You could say that," Preston replied. "Preston Garvey, at your service."

"The Preston Garvey?" The courier chuckled and shook their head. "Hell, the way the people in Sanctuary talked about you, they made it sound like you were the Minutemen. The whole kit and kaboodle."

"That was true at one point, but there are more of us now." Preston took off his hat and slid his hands along the brim. "We're coming back, bit by bit. Mostly thanks to the general."

"The general?" The courier whipped their head around, scanning the Dugout. "Is that who you came in with? The Sanctuary settlers were singing their praises when they weren't talking you up."

"I could introduce you," Preston offered.

"Oh no, I don't want to impose."

"No trouble at all." Preston waved the sole survivor over. "We're always happy to welcome newcomers to the area."

Strong: "Hunter better," Strong grumbled.

The courier chuckled in surprise. "Sorry, I guess? I'll change my business cards when I get home, if you like."

"What the hell's a business card?" Hawthorne asked.

"Pre-war piece of paper with your details printed on it." The courier withdrew such a card from inside their coat and handed it to him. "That one's not mine, it's for someone I worked for once."

"'Robert E. House,'" Hawthorne read. "'President and CEO, RobCo Industries.' What's this string of numbers?"

"Not important, unless you know how to use a telephone." The courier took a sip of their drink. "I have no idea why he kept those around, no one has a telephone anymore unless they're tearing it apart looking for copper wire."

"Strong could tear a deathclaw apart," Strong interjected.

The courier raised their glass to him. "I'm sure you could. I've seen some of your brothers' work in the Mojave. Impressive stuff."

"Mojave brothers have milk?" Strong asked.

"Milk? Like from a brahmin?"

"Milk of human kindness," Strong explained. "Strong drink. Make Strong stronger than humans."

The courier leaned over to Hawthorne. "What's he on about?"

Hawthorne shrugged and handed the business card back. "Beats me. Vadim's got milk at the bar, though."

"Wrong milk!" Strong insisted.

X6-88: Though he was as curious as the rest of the crowd, X6-88 kept his questions to himself and settled for observation as usual. The courier was certainly a genuine wasteland wanderer, with none of the usual tells that an Institute synth or agent had when interacting with the people of the surface. They seemed at ease with themselves and their surroundings, though it was obvious from their stance that they were ready to spring into action if the need arose. He counted four - no, five - weapons on their person, and mentally filed these away as potential threats to the sole survivor at the other end of the bar. Most interestingly, though, the courier had a very visible scar on their head. An execution wound, X6-88 was certain, and that made the figure all the more interesting and threatening. Who had wanted this person dead, and why? How had they survived it? And why were they here now?

By the time the sole survivor came back with their drink, the courier's crowd of admirers had thinned a bit. X6-88 was still watching them, impassive but intrigued. The subtleties of his own interest were well-known to the sole survivor by now though, and they quickly picked out the source. "Anyone we know?" they asked.

The courier perked up at the question. "You seem like a threatening pair," they remarked, scooting a little closer. "Not here for me, I hope?"

"No," X6-88 replied flatly.

"Just as well." The courier raised an eyebrow at the Courser's hand, which had gone to his laser rifle. "You don't look like the usual types who are after me nowadays."

"Who's normally after you?" the sole survivor asked.

"Nobody as well-dressed as you two, that's for sure."

BONUS!

Ada: "With a caravan, or one of the western courier services?" Ada asked.

"The Mojave Express," the courier answered, surprised. "Have you been out west?"

"I have." Ada shifted her frame in excitement. "It's been some time, but all of my previous caravan's ventures there were successful. We only left the Mojave because the sand began to interfere with the parts of myself and our other ground-traveling robots."

"Oh yeah, it's hell for any bots that don't hover," the courier agreed. "Eyebots and Mister Handy models do just fine, but protectrons and sentry bots don't last long without constant upkeep. You look like you're mostly the latter, except for your head - I don't recognize it."

"Assaultron model laser cannon and optics array," Ada said proudly. "Assaultron models are more common on the East Coast than the West. I'm not surprised you haven't encountered them, if you've just arrived."

"You don't want to encounter one," Hawthorne said, shaking his head.

"She seems polite enough," the courier argued.

"My pre-war counterparts are not," Ada replied. "Laser cannons are particularly formidable weapons, when used correctly."

The courier eyed her head with interest. "I'd love to see it in action."

"If my companion is agreeable, perhaps I can arrange a display. Outside the city walls, of course."

Porter Gage: "Much money in that?" Gage asked nonchalantly.

"Enough," the courier answered, with a suspicious look on top of it. "But I'm not here for work."

"Oh, you just crossed the country for fun?" Gage chuckled. "Brave of you. Or stupid."

The courier smirked at that. "I'm here, aren't I?"

Gage let someone else pick up the conversation after that, but he kept his eyes on the courier for the rest of the night. From the way they moved, the way they talked, and the collection of concealed weapons he managed to spot, he didn't think they would be an easy mark, but something about them was compelling all the same.

The sole survivor eventually caught him watching the newcomer, and they tried to drag him off the idea. "We're just here as a favor to Mags and William," they reminded him. "In and out. No trouble."

"No trouble," Gage echoed, but he kept watching the courier anyway.

Near the end of the evening, Scarlett delivered him and the sole survivor some bottles of Nuka-Cola they hadn't ordered. "Compliments of them," she said, jerking her head toward the bar, where the courier was grinning and raising their own drink.

Before the sole survivor could stop him, Gage rose and stalked over. "What's your angle?" he demanded to know.

"What's yours?" they countered, looking him up and down. "You're the one who's been staring."

"Can't figure you out," Gage admitted. "But something about you tells me that if there's something to be acquired in an endeavor, you'll acquire it. Can't rightfully explain it."

The courier grinned again. "Ever heard of New Vegas?"

Old Longfellow: Longfellow snorted. "Ought to drop that vocation, take up spinning yarns professionally. Near two dozen deathclaws, my ass. You've barely a scratch on you."

"That so?" The courier pulled their sleeve up, exposing a jagged, healed wound that snaked up their arm like a lightning strike. "I've got scratches that would put yours to shame any day of the week, old man."

"That's nothing." Longfellow unfurled his scarf, exposing a wicked cut he'd once been dealt in a bar fight. "Broken bottle. Spit glass for a month or two."

The courier's eyes gleamed, even as they unbuttoned their shirt a bit to indicate a neat scar just below their collarbone. "Not bad. This one's from a Legionary's spear. Might still have a piece of it lodged in me, helps let me know when it's going to rain."

"My knees tell me when it's going to rain, kid," Longfellow said with a chuckle. He rolled up his pant leg to show off the white fissure he'd earned only a year prior. "Fog crawler by the name of Shipbreaker. Didn't take too kindly to me and my friend disturbing her hunt."

The courier pulled their hat back and indicated a rather gnarly crater on their forehead. It was unmistakably from a bullet at very close range, and its appearance drew gasps from the crowd.

"Damn." Hawthorne inspected the old wound with an expression of morbid fascination. "How'd you survive that?"

Before the courier could answer, the sole survivor pushed into the crowd with drinks and groaned. "Ugh, another scar-measuring contest, Longfellow? Really?"

Elder Arthur Maxson: "What business brings you to the Commonwealth, courier?" Maxson asked. "I didn't think the Mojave Express operated this far east."

The courier raised an eyebrow at him. "It doesn't. Elder."

The crowd around them began to murmur and disperse, shooting nervous glances at the young Brotherhood leader. Maxson kept his chin up and stepped closer, waiting until most of the attention was elsewhere before lowering his voice. "I didn't mean to pry. I was merely curious."

"Oh, I'm not offended." The courier downed their drink and set the glass on the bar. "I just know where I stand with the Brotherhood of Steel in the west. They're not always fans of mine, and if you're trying to start shit in a bar, I'd prefer to do it on equal footing."

"Start..." Maxson's eyebrows went up. "I only know of one courier the western leadership holds any meaningful opinion for."

The courier shrugged and straightened the lapels of their coat. "The one and only. Number six, in the flesh. If that's a problem, let's take it outside, this place is kind of nice."

Maxson settled against the bar, caught the sole survivor's eye and held up two fingers. "No need. I would, however, be interested in your opinions on my order."

The courier chuckled. "You are not going to like what I have to say."

"All the same."

Desdemona: Desdemona smiled too, but she said nothing and let the rest of the crowd pepper the courier with questions. Any Mojave Express courier that decided to range past their usual territory was someone worth picking the brain of, but while she felt more at ease in Diamond City than other parts of the Commonwealth, she never felt completely safe. You never knew what you might let slip in an innocent conversation.

When the sole survivor returned with drinks, the pair claimed a table and settled in. The harmonica player wrapped up first, and took most of the security officers with them when they left. The caravan guards and traders turned in later, disappearing into the lodging rooms they had booked for their seasonal travel. Scarlett and Vadim were stacking chairs by the time the courier bid their last admirer good night, and approached the table where Desdemona and her agent were waiting.

"Thought you might be who I was looking for," the courier said. They drew a package from inside their coat and set it on the table. "I found the payment where the message said it would be, so we're square."

"Thank you." Desdemona slid the package inside her own coat. "You didn't run into any trouble, bringing it all the way from New Vegas?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle." The courier smiled. "Good to see you again, Dez."

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