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THAT’S A CHAMP!
Grand Slam Becks, looking good with gold. 🏆🧡
#becky lynch#grand slam#grand slam becks#nxt women's division#wwe raw#wwe smackdown#wwe womens wrestling
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becky lynch x fem!reader celebrating after beckys championship win?
So proud || Becky Lynch x Reader
Summary: You and Becky celebrate her win against Tiffany Stratton.
The backstage area at NXT was buzzing with energy, and the air was thick with excitement. The crowd was still roaring, and the chants of "Becky! Becky!" echoed in the hallways. You stood there, heart pounding with pride and joy as you watched your girlfriend, Becky Lynch, hold the NXT Women's Championship high above her head.
Becky had just achieved something truly remarkable. With this victory, she had become a Grand Slam Champion, and her emotions were pouring out of her. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she clutched the championship belt, her eyes shining brighter than ever.
You couldn't help but get caught up in the moment. As Becky made her way backstage, the two of you locked eyes, and without a second thought, you rushed forward to envelop her in a tight embrace.
"You did it, baby! You did it!" you exclaimed, your voice filled with genuine happiness.
Becky's arms wrapped around you just as tightly, and she buried her face in the crook of your neck. Her body shook with emotion, and you could feel her tears on your skin.
"I did it," she managed to say through her tears, her Irish accent thick with emotion. "I can't believe it."
You pulled back slightly to look into her teary eyes, a proud smile tugging at your lips. "You worked so hard for this, and you deserve it more than anyone. You've made history, Becks, and I couldn't be prouder of you."
Her eyes searched yours, and she leaned in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with the intensity of the moment, a celebration of her hard-earned victory, and the deep love you both shared.
When you finally broke the kiss, Becky rested her forehead against yours, her eyes still shimmering with tears. "Thank you, love. I couldn't have done it without you by my side."
You chuckled softly. "Well, I wouldn't miss celebrating this with you for anything in the world."
The two of you shared another joyful, heartfelt moment, basking in the glow of Becky's historic achievement. She had reached the pinnacle of her career, and you were there to share in her happiness and be her unwavering support.
As you held each other close, you couldn't help but feel immense pride for the woman in your arms. She was not just a champion in the ring but a champion in your heart as well, and you couldn't wait to see what amazing things the future held for the two of you.
#wwe fanfiction#wwe x reader#pro wrestling#wrestling#wwe#becky lynch fanfiction#becky lynch x reader#becky lynch fanfic#becky lynch#rebecca quin#the man of the masses#the man becky lynch#the man#big time becks#becky two belt#grand slam bex#the grand slam man
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Grand Slam Becks
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I am so happy for my idol congratulations 🎊 Becky grand slam becks love 💕 you 💗💗💖🥰
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grand slam becks 😎
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The Road to... Wrestlemania XL
Part 2: Becky Lynch vs. Rhea Ripley
One of the most transcendent wrestling stars of the past couple years has to be the The Eradicator. Already an accomplished wrestler in the WWE, she would defeat Charlotte Flair at Wrestlemania 39 for the Women's World Championship after winning the 2023 Royal Rumble. For the past year, she has been completely dominant over the WWE women's rosters. I'm sure you know her, it's Rhea Ripley.
Rhea Ripley
"The Eradicator", leader of The Judgment Day and the youngest "Grand Slam Champion" in WWE history.
Standing at 5'7'', from Adelaide, South Australia, she has held the Women's World Championship for over a year.
Finishers: Riptide, Prism Trap
Alongside Finn Balor, Damien Priest, later JD McDonagh, and of course her precious "Dirty" Dom Mysterio, Ripley has been unstoppable on top of the Raw roster. Who could possibly step up to "Mami"?
Well, before Ripley, another woman had recently been the undeniable ceiling of the division. She had also challenged the male-dominated scene of the company, bringing about the first women's main event of Wrestlemania. She is "The Man" Becky Lynch.
Becky Lynch
"The Man", one of the "Four Horsewomen" who brought about the Women's Evolution movement in WWE, coining her iconic nickname against fellow horsewoman, Charlotte Flair
Standing at 5'6'', from Limerick, Ireland, she is a six-time world champion, reigning for over 800 combined days and holding both world titles simultaneously following Wrestlemania 35.
Finishers: The Dis-Arm-Her, Manhandle Slam
She picked up a head of steam in the build-up to Wrestlemania 35, becoming arguably the most popular wrestler in the world before winning both world titles in the main event. She'd hold what is now the WWE Women's Title for over a year before vacating it due to pregnancy. After the birth of her daughter, she'd return not as the rowdy punk who forced her way to the top but as "Big Time Becks", pulling off some of the most stunning looks in wrestling history (seriously, check these out!). However, at Summerslam 2022, we would see Lynch stand up once again as a hero of the people. Across 2023, she would feud with the legendary Trish Stratus, as well as the up-and-coming Tiffany Stratton, before taking part in the War Games match on Team Belair. She would try to win the 2024 Royal Rumble, but would fall short. But at Elimination Chamber, she would win the titular women's match to become the number one contender to Ripley's title.
Two of the most dominant women's champions in WWE history clash at Wrestlemania XL, with both wanting to cement their legacy in the WWE women's division. "Mami is always on top" as Ripley says, but as Lynch said at the Wrestlemania XL Kickoff Event, she's going to "show her what it feels like to be a bottom"... Yes, that is a direct quote.
If you want to follow this storyline as it developed, WWE put out a compilation on their YouTube here!
#the road to wrestlemania xl#wrestlemania xl#wrestlemania 40#wrestlemania#wwe#wrestling#pro wrestling#becky lynch#rhea ripley#tw blood#cw blood
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Watching the Fireworks with Dottore
Your eccentric aunt, Tsaritsa, opens a new resort and invites you for the grand opening and a lengthy stay. There, you meet three young managers who are at your every beck and call.
Scaramouche/Reader
Childe/Reader
Dottore/Reader
Notes: Part of The Harbinger House (Light ver.) one-shot collection. Also on AO3
Tag list: @fxckingsimp
The skies have darkened, but the beach is still very much alive. You hear laughter and overlapping conversations everywhere as the guests enjoy the events prepared by the employees. You had paid a visit to Childe and Scaramouche’s events, hoping to help or say hello at least. But they were so busy that they only had time to give you a wave.
You haven’t seen Dottore yet and wonder what event he’s hosting. You’re on your way to the beach when a live band starts playing on the boardwalk stage below. You stop for a moment to enjoy the music until…
“How are you enjoying the festivities?”
You turn around just as Dottore approaches you. “Don’t tell me you brought the band up here.”
Dottore chuckles. “Oh, no, that’s not me. My event hasn’t happened yet.” He stands next to you and puts his elbows on the wooden rail.
You nudge him gently. “What is it?”
“Curious, aren’t we?”
“Wouldn’t you be?”
He extends his hand out to you. “Then, follow me.”
With a small smile, you take it. Dottore casually puts your hand in his pocket just as a refreshing, cool breeze hits your skin. As you walk with him, you ask, “How do you know my aunt?”
“She was my mentor,” he says. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye. “...Do you know we met before?” You immediately look at him. You did? Since when? And why can’t you remember? Upon seeing the flash of panic across your face, Dottore chuckles. “It was only a brief moment. If you don’t remember, don't worry about it.”
You awkwardly scratch the back of your head. “This is a little embarrassing, but could you remind me?”
You were rushing down the university hallway to your early morning class with your hair a mess and backpack half open. You knew you shouldn’t have succumbed to binge-watching your favourite show on a Sunday night. But alas, the claws of temptation were in too deep. Just as you turned a corner, you immediately slammed into someone. But before you hit the ground, a strong hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you upright.
"Are you alright?”
You didn’t even look up as you apologized. “I should’ve watched where I was going.”
Before the man could say anything else, you were already halfway down the hallway.
Your cheeks turn bright red. Oh, my God. That was Dottore? Your heart starts racing as you recall the embarrassing memory. You remember how much of a total mess you looked that day. Did you even wash your face?
Dottore laughs. “I see it’s all coming back to you now.”
You can’t even look at him. “...I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Oh, come now.” You’re now walking side by side up a set of wooden stairs. “You looked cute.”
You appreciate his efforts. But you still give him a deadpan look. “No. Just… don’t even. I looked horrible that day.” Dottore smiles, and you almost want to disappear. “...I can’t believe you still recognize me.”
“Tsaritsa showed me pictures of you.”
“Oh, let me guess. It’s what she said about me that still makes me have some charm, right?” you ask jokingly.
Dottore debates whether to tell you that he occasionally saw you diligently studying when he visited Tsaritsa. The way you tilt your head and twirl a strand of hair when you're deep in thought. He wonders if you remember the snack box.
You were studying late outside at Tsaritsa’s place. Loose strands of hair continued to fall out of your lopsided ponytail, but you didn’t bother to fix it. Instead, your eyes and mind were focused on trying to solve this problem in front of you, completely forgetting that Tsaritsa had told you someone was dropping by.
Dottore was in the area and had come to Tsaritsa’s place to pick something up he had accidentally left the last time he was here. She told him you were staying over, so he brought you a small box of snacks.
As soon as Tsaritsa opened the door, she asked him if he wanted to say hello. He looked past her and saw you studying. He wanted to, but you looked too focused on your studies that he didn’t want to disturb you. So, instead, he looked at Tsaritsa and said, “Could you give his to her?” Then, he grabbed what he needed and left.
You needed a break. You put your papers under your laptop and grabbed your empty glass. As you walked inside, you saw a small box of your favourite snacks beside the door with a sticky note:
You can do it.
D.
D? Who was D? You tilted your head curiously. That was when you remembered the guest that was supposed to drop by. You called for your aunt, and she told you that her mentee dropped it off for you. You were curious, but your mind immediately went back to your work. But, you made sure to bring the snacks with you.
“We’re here,” Dottore says upon arriving on a small cliff.
While it’s the perfect ocean view, you aren’t sure if that’s what you’re supposed to be looking at. Suddenly, fireworks light up the night sky, and you hear faint cheers below. You smile, not noticing Dottore glancing at you. You feel his grip on your hand tighten, and you blush slightly.
“Very impressive so far,” you say.
“But of course.” As a comfortable silence is just about to rest between you, Dottore says, “...I’m glad I got to meet you now.”
“When my hair is not so bad, and I don’t look like I’m running on three cups of coffee,” you say jokingly. “I like this meeting better.”
Dottore brushes your hair out of your face and looks at you with a kind smile. “Regardless, it’s memorable.” Then, he leans in and kisses you just as a firework goes off in the sky.
His hand is on your waist, and you lean into the kiss. It doesn’t last long as Dottore asks you to look at the sky again. You give him a curious look but do as he says. Then, your name shines in the night sky, and your mouth drops. Dottore takes the opportunity to tilt your head towards him and captures your lips in a hungry kiss, to which you return while your arms wrap around his neck.
A/N: A moment of silence for Childe because Scaramouche and Dottore are just... *dead*. Anyway, I managed to update both the light and dark ver. today and they're both of Dottore... so, I dub today Dottore Day. :D It has a nice ring to it, too. XD.
#dottore x reader#dottore x you#il dottore#dottore#dottore fluff#the fatui harbingers#fatui x reader#genshin impact fatui#fatui harbingers#fatui fluff#genshin impact#genshin impact fanfic#genshin fanfiction#genshin fanfic#theharbingerhouse#dottore x y/n
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Say it with me kids
Grand Slam Becks
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Wifey number 2 keeping that title SAFE! 🧡
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heyy, I was wondering if I could get a becky lynch x fem reader?? like have it a little spicy, have becky real touchy?? (if you don’t mind ofc!!) 💞💞
Touchy-feely || Becky Lynch x Reader
Summary: Becky wants everyone to know you're hers.
A/N: This did not come out the way I wanted it to at all but I don't have time to rewrite it.
Becky, your fiery and passionate girlfriend, was known for many things, but one trait stood out above the rest: her love was as visible as the brightest flame. Especially when you were out in public, Becky couldn't help but be a very, very touchy-feely girlfriend. She needed everyone to know that you were hers, and she had no reservations about showing it.
It wasn't long after you started dating that you realized just how fiercely Becky wanted to claim you as her own, and honestly, you didn't mind one bit. In fact, you reveled in the affection she showered upon you.
Whenever you went out together, Becky's hand was always entwined with yours, fingers laced tightly. She would pull you close as you walked down the street, her body pressed against yours. It was her way of declaring to the world that she had found something truly precious.
Her touches were like little love notes in the middle of everyday life. A soft kiss pressed to your temple, her fingers tracing patterns on your thigh under the table at a restaurant, or even just a lingering hand on the small of your back as she stood behind you in line. These gestures made you feel cherished and protected.
And then there were the bolder displays of affection. When you least expected it, Becky would wrap her arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling her face into your neck. She didn't care if people stared; in fact, she thrived on it. She wanted them to see that you were hers and that she adored you.
Whenever you attended WWE events, she made sure to sit beside you, her leg often draped over yours or her hand resting possessively on your thigh. During interviews, she would casually slip comments about how amazing you were and how lucky she was to have you in her life.
But perhaps the most heart-melting part of it all was when she'd lean in for a kiss, no matter where you were. In the middle of a crowded street, at a cafe, or during a live event, she'd steal your lips with an intensity that left you breathless, not caring who saw.
Becky's touchy-feely nature was her way of expressing her love openly and unapologetically. She wanted everyone to know that your hearts belonged to each other, and she'd proudly declare it with every touch, every kiss, and every loving glance in your direction.
With Becky Lynch as your girlfriend, you felt cherished, desired, and undeniably loved, and you couldn't have asked for anything more. Her fiery passion was something you held close to your heart, proudly wearing her affection like a badge of honour.
#wwe fanfiction#wwe x reader#pro wrestling#wrestling#wwe#becky lynch fanfiction#becky lynch x reader#becky lynch fanfic#becky lynch#the man of the masses#the man becky lynch#the man#the grand slam man#big time becks#rebecca quin
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I hope you are having a great day.
I wanted to tell you that I love the way you write and how you show the personality of your characters in so few words.
Also if you have time, for the Bad Things Happend Bingo, could I ask for a Soup for the Sick? (Maybe a villain whumpee)
Thank you for the ask! And especially thank you for that lovely message attached to it, it means a lot!
Soup for the sick... here you go, I hope you enjoy! I did, I had lots of fun writing this one.
Personalized Caretaker
@badthingshappenbingo
Warnings: drug abuse mention, feverish whumpee, talk of medications, mean caretaker, delirium, fever, pills (tylenol)
... there may be more so tell me if there is so I can list them.
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Civilian wished that she didn't live in the most heavily super-powered city in the world.
Yes world.
Villains and heroes all running around like teenagers, not caring for the lives of innocent civilians... or the heroes were meant to, Civilian started to think that the whole "we will protect you" was all phony propaganda aimed to get the city to fund their organization.
But the daily bombings and increasing death toll was not the issue with the city. It wasn't even the large mass of heroes and villains. It was only one.
One.
Of all the heroic figures and devilish snakes, there was only one that ticked Civilian off.
Villain.
And not because he was the King of Monologues. No, it was because the bastard made Civilian his own personal caretaker.
Was she asked to tend to his very needs? No.
Was she hired? Paid? No, but she should be getting a salary for the tedious work of stitching wounds and feeding his greedy stomach. The bandage bills were adding up and Civilian's meager wage was completely wiped out from having to buy a pack every day.
She was an inch away from going on a rage and robbing every bank in the city.
No, she wasn't. She just happened to live on 489 Deertree Avenue, where six months ago the murderous villain decided to collapse unconscious on her doorstep to bleed out like it was no problem.
Like it was a leisure, a recreational activity. Probably to him, waking up in a warm bed, doped up on painkillers with the sickening sweet smell of caramel candles burning around him, it was.
But not to Civilian. She had to manually help the injured individual drink water, get dressed, and even use the bathroom.
UGGGHHHH!
The man had millions of henchmen, billions of wannabe minions at his beck and call.
But he just so happened to have a crush on the red door of 489 Deertree Avenue.
But it was a bad case of unrequited love of the highest order, so no hope of a romantic candlelit date at the most expensive restaurant in the most famous city in the world.
Dairy Queen.
The pure hilarity of that fact. Even the Avenger Tower did not hold nearly as many powered or high-tech individuals as the city and the most fanciest restaurant was a chain fastfood restaurant at the corner of main street.
Civilian clenched the towel she was holding. As much as the stupidity of the city got on her nerves, it was very unpatriotic of her to go on and embarrass the area even more.
Civilian was scrubbing the mirror in the bathroom. The walls of the whole room were stained in the most disgusting brown and red from all the grime and blood radiating off a singular person's- not even the owner of the house- body.
Those would never go away unless Civilian paid for someone to come and mega-wash the bathroom. Not that she had any money to invest in such a delightful gift, her bank account was too busy supporting the prescribed pain medications. Like, Civilian was probably on the watchlist for utter bankruptcy and for being a possible candidate for drug addiction.
Who needs two whole containers of opioids and a canteen of valium every three months?
Not a normal civilian washing floors at Walmart, that's for sure.
But then again, Civilian was far from normal. She worked as a personalized savior during her freetime.
Civilian clenched her teeth and took a deep breath in. Her ward hasn't made his grand appearance in over a week. She actually had time to relax, make some popcorn and actually decompress. It was like vacation, peaceful, tranquil and full of serenity, free of any-
Knock, knock, knock.
Civilian's moment of bliss was unceremoniously ended by the all too familiar beat of a fist on wood.
"You have my permission to make out with the door Villain! You don't need to ask anymore!"
Civilian hoped Villain was coherent enough to internalize that as an invitation to bleed on her couch.
Just so she could have one more moment. One more moment of her coveted break.
Cough.
Civilian's head perked up. That was new. She never, ever heard Villain cough in a sickly manner- she never let him get bad enough to get sick, or he didn't permit himself to wait around until infection and fever set in.
She set down the towel, worry settling into her bones like it always did- not that she liked the heart dropping feelings and nauseating pit in her stomach each and everytime Mr. Needy had blood on him. Or everyday that he didn't show up for a bandaid, or a "kiss-it-better".
Yes, the pure humiliation when her delirious patient painfully begged her to kiss his knee better. Like, the puny scrape on his leg was by far the least severe wound on his bloodstained body, but of course, Civilian complied and gave him a little peck on his Olaf bandaid.
Civilian ripped open the door and the scene in front of her chased away those obnoxious memories.
Villain collapsed into her arms, head lolling pathetically against her shoulder. His forehead felt like it was doused with gasoline and then lit by a torch five times over. Civilian's shocked arms involuntarily wrapped around his equally scorching body. Yes, it was not a conscious act. Not in a million years would Civilian muster up the compassion to actually comfort the villain more than the deed of "saving his life" called for.
No, no Civilian hated Villain. Completely and totally loathed each and every cell on his body.
But she dragged him into the house and shut- more like slammed- the door anyways because she couldn't let him die, it would be like murder's sidekick.
Especially since Villain trusted her. Oh how he trusted her. Trusted her to bathe him, to feed him, to give him medicine, but most importantly not to kill him. With all the horrors he committed, a swift knife to the throat would be more than justified. In fact, Civilian would likely be commemorated for such bravery.
Public approval, fame... all a deliciously yummy cake.
Not worth it. Too many calories.
Civilian sunk to the ground and put Villain's upper body in her lap. He nestled into her, pressing his cheek deep into her side with a small, contented smile on his pale face.
"Don't drool on me," Civilian snapped, jostling Villain who woke up. Before he had the chance to get his bearings, Civilian spoke up again, "Are you hurt?"
The villain stared at her for a while before breaking into desperate tears, shaking his head.
What the heck?
"Stop crying or I will punch you," Civilian threatened, but she rubbed Villain's back soothingly.
"Dying," Villain sobbed.
"You are not dying, buddy, you have a cold."
"No, I'm dying," Villain asserted. Civilian rolled her eyes. Did he have to be so dramatic?
"I don't think a cold will kill you. Stop acting like the world is ending now, or I will throw you in the trash."
Villain whimpered and pulled himself closer, still crying.
He really was sick. So sick to the point of being delirously delusional.
"You don't need to be a Disney princess," Civilian said, still rubbing the villain's back. Villain's cries turned into sobs and then into wails.
Okay this was getting out of hand. Civilian stood up and dragged Villain's body over to the couch. She marveled in her strength for a while. When Villain first made his appearance in her otherwise boring life, she was as skinny as a twig. Now? This girl was a freaking hulk, baby.
Okay stop that, Civilian chastised herself, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She laid Villain on the beige colored couch and rested his wet head against a pillow that was metaphorically marked with his name.
Now that the villain was completely stretched out, Civilian- to her relief- found that he was not bleeding, therefore, she didn't have to waste her precious supply of gauze and bandages tonight.
But he still was very, very sick. His face was a gray mask of pale complexion, his hair snarled and matted in sweat. His lips were tinged blue as unfocused eyes gazed around the room, landing on the TV.
"You want to watch something?" Civilian asked, though the question was more than unnecessary. Villain always watched a movie as he dozed off, warm and comforted by the mound of blankets strewn over him.
But still, like a habit, he nodded weakly each and every time. Civilian smiled, the tiniest of grins, and connected the tablet to the television. When the screen popped up with the classic Amazon Prime Video layout, Civilian asked what movie.
"Boss Baby," Villain mumbled, lips hardly moving.
"You want to watch a movie with baby superheroes? Why don't we watch Toy Story or something?"
Or something a bit more adult-ish.
"Mhm," Villain groaned, eyes slipping shut. "Baby superheroes."
Now it was Civilian's turn to groan, loud and exaggerated. But, still he was her unwelcome guest so she had to please his obnoxiously childish wants.
Like how old was he? Five?
Civilian put in the movie and sat down next to Villain, putting his legs on her lap. She tapped lazily at his jeans as the opening credits showed. Leaning her head back, Civilian allowed her gaze to drift away from the stupid fat-faced animated figures and to Villain.
He was nearly asleep.
Civilian shifted her weight and rested against her arm to watch him. Even sick, she had to admit, the evil and annoying villain was shockingly handsome.
What was she thinking?!
Pushing Villain's feet away, Civilian stood up and aggressively shoved her palm to his forehead. It was buzzing with heat.
"You are paying for the bill," Civilian growled and went to go get some tylenol.
Upon returning to the sickly man's sweaty side, Civilian thrusted the pills into his mouth and washed them down with water. She didn't even give him a chance to wake up fully, the motion was instinctual. He swallowed on reflex.
Next, Civilian cussed herself for this, she cupped his cheek. Villain sunk into her palm, chewing silently, and continued to sleep.
When Villain first visited, Civilian couldn't get over how touch starved the poor guy was. It was to the point of absolute fear of touch. He would shiver before violently flinching away, glaring daggers.
He still didn't allow hugs or a highfive when he was in his right mind- not that Civilian saw him fully conscious ever apart from a couple times.
"Hungry?" Civilian mumbled, more to herself than anyone.
Still, Civilian placed Villain's head back onto the pillow and went into the kitchen to make some soup.
Chicken noodle soup with rice... her specialty. Chicken breast and rich seasoning, even one's dampened taste buds could taste the utter deliciousness of the watery broth.
Then the rice. Sometimes when Villain was on the mend, she would add some wild rice or lentils to the dish. Spooning some basic white rice into the bottom of the bowl, Civilian tapped her foot aimlessly.
The kettle on the stove whistled, Civilian pushed it off the heat and added the seasoning and celery. The savory scent wafted into her nose earning itself a tiny smile from Civilian.
Once the soup was done, she presented it to the still sleeping villain. His mouth hung open, desperate for air that his clogged nostrils couldn't deliver.
Dang. Poor guy was really ill.
Civilian sat next to Villain, so close that she could feel the rise of his chest. She shoved his face upwards. Villain blinked his eyes open and settled his gaze on Civilian's annoyed, but worried, face.
"Ghm," he moaned, rumbled in the back of his throat in a fatigued manner. "Cow hopping."
"Shut up," Civilian scolded and helped Villain to a seating position. He complied, but had no strength left to actually hold the stance.
So Civilian was forced to lay him against her chest and feed him by giving him a big old bear hug. Spoon after spoon went to his mouth until Civilian was just dumping it into his mouth without any natural swallowing reflex.
She took a wet rag and cleaned his face before laying him back onto the couch. Civilian smiled and tenderly touched his eyebrow.
Why did she have to care about him so much?
#bad things happen bingo#villain whumpee#civilian caretaker#villain x civilian#civilian#writing#sick villain#sick whumpee#delirious whumpee
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Becky and Bayley teaming as their current characters could be pretty funny, imo. You could have them competing and trying to be the center of attention of the team. Becky as the tweener that she is and Bayley still as a heel. In my mind, I can picture them going for the tag titles but Becky goes for the winning pin and Bayley pushes her off so she can be the one to get the win and Becky does the same to Bayley so instead of winning they end up distracting each other which causes them to lose.
That is so freaking funny!! I can also picture them trying to overshadow each other during promos.
Becky: For years we were overlooked and disrespected by so many, including the ones we thought were our best friends. But not anymore. Now? I am Big Time Becks, I am the most important woman in this company and Bay-
Bayley: Wow, wow, let me stop it there because you just ruined the entire promo.
Becky: What the hell are you talking about? I was spitting nothing but facts. Why are you interrupting me?
Bayley: You just called yourself “the most important woman in the company” and that’s me, not you.
Becky: I am Big Time Becks. I am the first ever Smackdown Women’s Champion.
Bayley: Well, I am The Role Model. The first ever Women’s Tag Team Champion.
Becky: I was Becky2belts
Bayley: I was Bayley dos straps
Becky: I am the longest reigning Raw Women’s champion.
Bayley: I’m the longest reigning Smackdown Women’s champion.
Becky: I was the first woman to hold the Smackdown and Raw Women’s Championship AT THE SAME TIME.
Bayley: I was the first ever Grand Slam Champion.
Becky: Ugh, you know what? Forget it. We are the best and we are coming for those championships, so be afraid of us. Screw it. *mic drop*.
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Since it’s pride month, the warp core 4 celebrating pride?
ao3
“Welcome to le home of sexual,” Beckett says, eyebrows bouncing up and down. She and her three best friends are standing out in 36° weather, appropriately sunscreened up for the occasion, watching Earth’s yearly Pride Festival get started. It’s a bit early in the day for Beckett’s tastes-the real fun starts at night with the bar crawling and fireworks-but everyone agreed that D’Vana deserved the full experience.
D’Vana is just as delighted as Beckett knew she would be. She squeals, jumping up and down in the balls of her feet excitedly as they weave through the busy crowd.
“I thought you said Earth sucks,” Brad points out, leaning on Beckett’s shoulder with one arm. Beckett swats him off impatiently.
“Earth sucks,” she sniffs, grabbing his sleeve and swerving quickly through the chaos. “Pride doesn't,” she finishes, flipping her rainbow themed shades on. “Now what's the plan, fellow homos?”
“Parade, funnel cakes, violence,” Sam replies, matching rainbow shades already donned. “Or we could do lunch, I'm not picky.”
“Look at the baby flags!” D’Vana wheezes. “Brad. Brad. I need one.”
Beckett cackles as D’Vana drags a disgruntled Brad toward the stand selling tiny pride flags. Brad’s honestly right, she's not one to put much stock in earth traditions, but D’Vana had been so excited about doing pride this year, she'd relented. It was fun to watch D’Vana freak out over innocuous things. Sort of like vicariously living through her excitement.
That, and Pride was pretty fun once you factored out the dead of June heat and the noisy crowds.
Sam shakes his head, probably reading Beckett’s thought process. “At least D’Vana is enjoying herself.”
Beckett loops her arm through his, grinning up at him. “And you’re not? C’mooon, I know you have a soft spot for parades.”
“Violence, I’m pretty sure I said I wanted violence.”
“You,” she begins to pull him toward the direction their friends scampered off in, “are the least violent person I’ve ever met, Samantha.”
“Lies. I’m edgy.”
“Stop.”
“I’m hip.”
“Stoooop,” Beckett moans, headbutting his shoulder. Sam dissolves into snickers.
“For you!” D’Vana shrieks, coming out of nowhere. She throws a flag that’s probably taller than Sam at Beckett’s face. It’s the official bisexual flag, pinks, purples and blues overlapping in a gradient rather than it’s usual stripes. Beckett lets out a whoop, wrapping it around her head and shoulders like a cloak.
“You look like a gremlin,” Brad says, doubling over with laughter. He has a flag of his own-purples, greys, black and white- but unlike her, he’s folding it up maliciously to store for later.
“Nooo, I’m a wizard. No, a bizard!” Beckett says, pulling the fabric further over her head.
“You’re gonna die of heat stroke is what you are.” Sam pulls at the flag until Beckett relents, folding it up and putting it in her backpack. D’Vana grins, throwing a flag at Sam, who grins back at her.
“Solidarity,” D’Vana says, holding up her matching tiny flags and huge ass flag up next to Sam’s.
“Same hat,” Sam agrees, hugging the trans flag to his chest. “Funnel cake?” he says, hopefully.
“Funnel cake!” Beckett yells, punching the air.
Brad sighs, looking far too overheated and sleep-deprived for any of this. “Okay, but I’m not holding your hair back again when you puke because you ate too much,” he huffs.
“It’s okay, Beck, I’ll hold your hair back,” D’Vana offers.
“Not the point!”
“Brad,” Sam throws an arm over the other guy’s shoulder, leaning in conspiratory. “Have you considered...violence?”
“Stop, stop stop-” Beckett covers his mouth with her hand. He, naturally, licks it, sending her into a shrieking fit.
“I’m just trying to live up to our brand, Beckett!”
“Violence isn’t part of your brand!” She wipes her hand off on Brad’s shirt. “You’re the nice one!”
“Hey, I’m the nice one,” D’Vana protests.
Brad snorts. “Nope.”
“Way off base,” Beckett agrees.
“Yeah, that’s-no.” Sam shakes his head.
D’Vana crosses her arms. “Whatever,” she mutters. They finally arrive at the funnel cake stand.
“How much funnel cake can you legally give us?” Beckett asks. Brad elbows her in the stomach.
“We’ll take four,” he intervenes, already pulling his wallet out. Beckett pouts at him, but a look from Sam keeps her from making a scene. Whatever, she can come back for seconds later.
“So, violence?” Sam says, after they’ve paid and are ambling from stand to stand.
“Stop trying to make that a thing. It’s not a thing, Sam.”
“Actually,” D’Vana says slowly. “We should make it a thing.”
“D’Vana-”
“No, no, hear me out, Beck. Consider,” she points to a display selling fireworks. “Have you ever wondered what would happen if you set those off in space.”
“Yeah nothing because fireworks aren’t reliant on oxygen,” Brad says. “They’d still work, but they’d fizzle out pretty quickly.”
“Okay, but, hear me out Brad. Not like in space, space, but like. In the Cerritos, space.”
“No,” Brad says immediately. “We’re not doing that.”
Sam and Beckett exchange a look.
“Hmm,” Beckett says, pretending to look thoughtful. “That’s an interesting hypothesis you’ve brought to our attention, D’Vana.”
“It’s not a hypothesis-”
“We’d have to test it, of course,” Sam adds on.
Brad groans, hands in his hair.
“Multiple times for us to get a reliable answer,” Beckett agrees.
D’Vana’s hands are already piled high with rainbow themed fireworks by the time Brad looks up again. His face goes through all seven stages of grief before settling on resignation. “I’m not paying for these.”
“I got it,” Sam says, grinning. Brad glares back.
“I’m not helping.”
“Yes you are,” the other three say.
Brad throws his hands up in the air. “Do any of my choices matter?”
Beckett throws an arm over his shoulder “Do you want the existential answer to that or-”
“Nevermind,” he sighs, accepting a handful of fireworks D’Vana dumps in his arms. “This is fine.”
“Alright, new plan! We stash the fireworks in my super secret contraband hideout, throw up Pride flags all over the ship, get back in time for the firework show here and then go to Dennys.”
“Who the fuck is Denn-”
“Oh my god, we can get grand slams, right?” Sam asks, like a true, cultured American. Beckett nods seriously.
“It is never too early for pancakes. Now. To the Cerritos!” She throws a fist up in the air. D’Vana echoes her sentiment, looping an arm through Brad’s and dragging him off to the transportation point. Sam follows, laughing maniacally.
Yeah, Beckett thinks. Out of all the weird things Earth celebrates, Pride is probably the most fun. She pulls out the giant bisexual flag again and ties it around her neck like a cape, running after her friends.
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LONG FIC REC LIST PART 2
I know some of you are stuck inside due to be quarantined right now, and I really hope each and every one of you are doing alright. Please stay inside if you can and be safe!
To help pass the time, here’s a continuation of one of our older lists (be sure to also check out part 1 for more recs). During hard times such as this, we often turn to different forms of art for entertainment and to help us cope. BE SURE TO LET THESE WONDERFUL AUTHORS KNOW THEY ARE APPRECIATED!
This list is organized by word count. Most of the fics listed below are complete but some are not. For example if the word count is encompassed by two asterisks it means the fic is not complete and is subject to change, but the word count is correct as of the day this list was posted.
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The Guardian by Emily_F6 @justme–emily (234k+)
Guardian: a person who guards, protects, or preserves. When a terrible accident claims the life of May Parker, Tony Stark steps up as Peter’s guaridan. But it’s not just a traumatized super-teen he’ll have to worry about when he recieves a transmission from Thor.
If They Knew All About You by MsHermia (*224k+*)
Tony Stark had lost his son when he was only 2 years old, stolen away in broad daylight with nobody the wiser of what exactly happened. Years later, Tony has just made it through the disaster with Ultron. He is trying to keep himself and the team together but relationships are strained and tempers are running high.Then a random turn of events leads to his path crossing with that of a particular vigilante. They are strangers to each other, or so they think.Peter Parker is on top of the world. After a few shitty years, losing his parents and then losing his Uncle, things are finally looking up. Sure he lives in a crappy little apartment with his Aunt but he might have just found his mission in life.——This is an AU story obvious by some of the tags. I’m starting out a few weeks after Age of Ultron took place. Civil War will be a thing. Other than that I’m not too concerned about sticking to every canon detail and storyline.
The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle (220k+)
Homecoming A/U. Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.So he leaves.Simple.Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on.And that’s when things get complicated.
Lights To Guide You Home (series) by JolinarJackson @jolinarjackson (185k+)
Tony becomes Peter’s guardian after May dies unexpectedly and over the course of a year, they learn to become a family.
hydra’s not a home (series) by tempestaurora @tempestaurora (139k+)
At 6 years old, the son of Tony and Pepper Stark, Peter, is kidnapped, never to be seen again. Or, so they thought. Ten years later, while raiding a HYDRA base, the Avengers come across a new, enhanced individual, working for the enemy: in black spandex, with a tendency to stick to walls and shoot webs from his wrists, the Black Spider is a pain in the ass in more ways than one.
built from scraps by peterstank @peter-stank (138k+)
“Everybody needs someone. That’s what you said, right?” Pepper meets his eyes and he’s struck by the way she’s almost pleading. “We both lost. We can help each other.”Her hand, palm up and open, stretches into the space between them.Peter hesitates.Then he takes it.or: the one where tony was dusted instead of peter, so he and pepper try to figure out the whole ‘family’ thing together.(oh, and it turns out that the man who died in peter’s arms on an alien planet is his biological father. who knew, right?)
rescue me from the waves (series) by homebuilding @marveal (*125k+*)
“Richard Parker was studying Cross-Species Genetics, but struggled with the ethics of it, because it required he use human DNA, which no ethics board would agree with. So he used his own. His work was successful based off of his own DNA, and every human has a unique DNA,” Bruce explains. “So, naturally, when HYDRA wanted his research, they knew they would never get his support, so they took the next best thing they could to his own DNA. His son.“Or, Tony finds a tortured and experimented-on Peter Parker in a HYDRA base and decides to help him because who else will?
more peril in thine eye by iron_spider @iron–spider (119k+)
Tony sits in relative darkness, the TV on mute, Friday running searches like she has been every day for the past month. A month, since Quentin Beck’s grand plan crumpled underneath him on that bridge. A month, since a flash of light was able to distract Peter just as he was about to bring Beck down. A month, since Beck snatched him, since both of them disappeared. An entire. Month.I’ll keep you updated. I promise.I love you, kid. Rhodey’s on his way, alright? He’s coming. He’s gonna go as fast as he can.I love you too. I’ll be okay. I promise. I can do this.The last thing Tony heard Peter say. Rhodey, Happy and Fury traversed the London landscape immediately afterwards. They found the glasses, but not Spider-Man. There was footage enough to incriminate Beck for what he was, but somehow, nobody was able to get a shot of when he grabbed Peter. Peter was knocking him around, looked like he was getting the upper hand, and then that flash of light. Gone. Gone.
I Never Knew I Was Broken by GotMyInkPen @gotmyinkpen (*111k+*)
Peter Parker has been living in HYDRA ever since his parents died at age four. All he can remember are the lesson’s HYDRA taught him and a series of words that strike fear into his heart. The only thing driving him forward are the memories of meeting his hero The Winter Soldier when he was seven and the goal to one day be as great an assassin as him.At age sixteen Peter finds himself tangled in the lives of the Avengers and can’t help but wonder if there’s more to life than what he’s been told.Tony wants to help him, no matter what.
Reviving Peter Parker by YellowDistress @yellowdistress (100k+)
Spider-Man was murdered five years ago, on a beach, at the hands of Adrian Toomes. Peter Parker never came home.Spider-Man was murdered five years ago. Today Peter Parker took his first breath.
It’s a Secret to Everybody by StarPrince_Punk @starprincepunk (97k+)
“I have kids,“ Clint said. “I know dad behavior when I see it.”Tony blinked multiple consecutive times, processing the statement. “Excuse me?”“Tony,” Steve said now, “how long have you had a son? And how come we’ve never known about him?”“Yeah,” Clint spoke again, “I thought I was the only one with a secret family. Turns out you’ve had one longer than me!”——-Peter gets to spend all summer living in Avengers Tower with Tony. When the Rogue Avengers get pardoned and come back to live at the Tower too, they’re confused as to who Peter is. However, once they see how Tony acts around Peter, that confusion goes away, as they know for certain who Peter must be - Tony’s secret son.Tony and Peter decide to make the most of the situation, and play along. They hope they can keep up the act all summer. But they soon learn that they barely have to act at all.
Peter and the Jailbirds by beautifullights @beautifullights1 (86k+)
NOW COMPLETE “If you did play chess,” Ross said, “you’d remember that a pawn can become a queen. The most powerful piece on the board, Parker, remember that? But—” Ross smiled— “only if it obeys.”He adjusted his tie, stood, and looked down at Peter. “I’ll ask you again,” he said. “Eventually. You may feel differently after you’ve been living in a six-by-six cube without sunlight or fresh air for a few years.” “What pawns do,” Peter said, voice shaking slightly, “is sacrifice themselves for the greater good. I have no regrets.”He had a lot of regrets.Like, a lot. A crapton. A shitload. An overloaded dumpsterful.“When I visit you on the Raft,” Ross said, “you’ll be old enough to grow a beard.” The cell door clicked shut behind him. [Rated mature for graphic violence.]
Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) (series) by mainstreamelectricalparade @riseuplikeglitterandgold (*76k+*)
The MCU if Peter was Tony’s biological child.
In the Home by aloneintherain (68k+)
The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates.“Natasha,” Peter says cautiously, “what happened here? Steve attacked me, and if there was ever a sign that something was wrong, it’s having the embodiment of Truth, Justice, and the American Way throw you across the room—”Natasha comes closer, her stride controlled. Nothing necessarily out of the ordinary, but there’s something in her face, in her eyes—Natasha lunges across the space, and slams into Peter, hard.
From Fraud to Father by TonyStarkissist @tonystarkissist (67k+)
“Tony,” she placated, “all you have to do is read a couple children’s books to them and answer a few of their questions. You’ll be fine.” “Will you come with me? You’re so good with kids,” he pleaded as she finished up with his collar and awkwardly patted the lapels of his suit down, forcing a smile onto her face when she looked up at him.“No. I’ve got a lot of work to do. Phil’s going with you, though, and so is Happy. You shouldn’t have a problem. They’ll make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”Theres a long pause before Tony finally voices his true concern.“But what if one of them sneezes on me?”
Archetype by Bean_reads_fanfic @the-reverse-mermaid (57k+)
Tony knows something is up when the research of ex-Hydra agents gets recycled in an underground Oscorp lab… what he doesn’t expect is the boy in a hospital gown sticking to the ceiling; or, how said boy proceeds to imprint on him like a baby duckling (a poor decision on his part, really). Did he mention he wasn’t intending on bringing home a kid that day?
Taking Leaps (and the falls that come with them) by Kamomile_Tea (*45k+*)
All across New York City the boroughs are crying out with one voice, asking a question everyone wants the answer to.Where is Spiderman?But no one is asking about Peter Parker.So, he sits alone. Contemplating how his life could have gone so downhill. Grief and nausea well up in his chest and the boy quickly shoves it back down. A shiver courses through him as the cold November air seeps into the building and through his thin clothing. And on the back of his navy blue overshirt, in blocky, white letters, reads the words:CROSSROADS JUVENILE CENTERBROOKLYN NYINMATE 3042 ========== The world seems content with ignoring this young teen. That is, until Tony Stark shows up and asks him if he wants to go to Germany.
Runaway by Spectra @iridescent-spectra (42k+)
Tony and his adopted son Peter get into a huge spat over his late night spiderman escapades, in which case Peter takes the term ‘Not while you’re under my roof’ way too seriously. After all, how hard could it be to run away from a multi billion dollar genius?Chaos ensues as the whole city becomes a metaphorical chessboard for the two equally stubborn masterminds.
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