#Becky Lynch Imagine

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hello and welcome to the debut of solitude. to all my current readers, you already know what’s up, but to new and curious readers, this installment is based off of climbing the food chain of wwe, taking place in mostly the modern era, so there are superstars spanning from 2013 the earliest to 2022..

just let me cook on the timeline a little bit okay, you'll like it LOL. there’s a lot of Twitter segments in this so i hope it’s not annoying, they’re going to die down for the most part later i promise

without further ado, please enjoy!

TODAY IS THE first day of your call up. The support you’ve gotten from your friends from the training center was wonderful, but you’re still feeling antsy and incredibly nervous. Hopefully, your first day on the brand goes well..

Shawn Michaels was the one to break the news that you were getting called up. You could remember it so clearly because you completely ambushed him with an excited hug once he dropped the bomb on you.

He had patted your back and told you to lighten your grip a little bit, but not without a grin on his face.

If it’s one thing you deserve, it is the chance to expand your career. You always came early, and you were always prepared to learn.

You weren’t sure how to feel when he told you that you’d be heading to the main roster.

You only started as a superstar on the indie circuit and are only used to being on much smaller channels and local shows. You couldn’t even imagine being on WWE, which was broadcast on national television!

He had seen the look on your face and quickly tried to do damage control.

“We’re soft-launching you, or however you kids say it these days,” He told you. You think he grumbled something about how social media was confusing, but you brushed him off. “As an interviewer, I mean.”

“Huh..” You give a shrug. “As long as I can wrestle sometime.”

He had assured you that you will, sooner than you think, but they just wanted to focus on your speaking. Once they (and you), were more confident, they’d allow you to be in much more opportunities.

Such is life, you guess. Get through these obstacles for a bigger reward. You gave your gratitude to Shawn as you had a lot to look forward to.

If you’re not mistaken, WWE had already posted a teaser on their twitter. For some reason, you would find yourself constantly checking the tweet.

@WWE ✓

We hear someone is entering the scene… 👀

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—is what it said. The flurry of tweets under it were mixed. Lots of people wanted to know what the deal was, though some were already speculating it was an old star coming back.

However, the few fans that knew of your work had their guesses. Some of the pictures you posted on Instagram were cryptic hints, but you knew how the internet was. Crazy detective work..

But anyhow, people around the training center know that you’re pretty introverted. You only came to get some work done and go home. It was hard for others to get to know you at first.

They like to call you shy, but you’ve started to hate that word the more it’s used. It holds you back too much. You won’t make it far if you’re stuck with that description for your entire life.

Fortunately, they know what you lack in words is made up for in the ring. There’s no question that you’re good, you just tend to get nervous when speaking to the public.

At heart, you knew they wanted to help you out, and they wanted you to become the best you can be! If you start practicing, you’re sure to be a star!

As motivating as it sounds, it’s still stressful. Going out of your comfort zone was nothing new. It’s a given if you want to wrestle properly, but it still makes you uneasy.

You know you’ve gotta put your best foot forward and do this despite it. This was your only chance, and you absolutely can’t mess this up.

Most of the people still training had given you their well wishes. It’s heavily appreciated; after all, you won’t see them anymore unless they’re called up there themselves.

You think you’ll miss Carmella the most. She was your training buddy, and you think she was the most excited about you getting called up. You hope that she’ll be next soon enough….

As of right now, you look tired. You damn sure feel tired.

It causes you to lie down on the floor of the locker room. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but fuck it. You’ve already made a bad decision by staying up all night out of excitement. It’s starting to come back to you.

Of course, you came to the arena a little too early. (which was an inside joke between coaches, you’re too punctual for your own good..)

You were sure most of your coworkers hadn’t arrived yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to see them. It’s not that you don’t want to, you’re just nervous to meet them.

Especially since you’ll probably be half asleep and may forget their names.

Much to your misfortune, a woman comes in, sunglasses on and suitcase handle clenched in hand.

She only lowers them with a finger once you’re in view. “Oooh,” She starts, then clicks her tongue. It’s apparent that she’s mocking you already. “..You look like trash.”

“Thanks,” You say with a sigh. “It’s so appreciated.”

This is not a good start. You make the move to get up off the comfortable ground and the woman puts a hand on her hip.

She’s not very amused, moving a free hand to flip her blue hair. “Did they get me a personal makeup artist? Or…are you just everyone’s stylist? Never seen you here before.”

“I’m new. An interviewer.” You say. Giving yourself that title feels much weirder than saying you were a wrestler. “Pray tell, who am I talking to?”

She’s a little taken aback by the cynical tone in your voice but takes her sunglasses off. This woman doesn’t think she’s met her match yet.

“Of course you don’t recognize a celebrity when you’re in front of one. Let me refresh your memory a bit. How does this sound? The boss, the blueprint, the standard!” She pauses for a bit for dramatic effect. “…Sasha Banks. And I better not have to repeat myself. Who exactly are you?”

“You have a pretty name.” You start off with. Honestly, you didn’t want to make an enemy out of her as much as she wanted to make one out of you. You hope she could see that. “I’m [Name], and you’re right. I am new. Maybe we can get to know each other a bit more.”

It actually seems to work because she falters for a second. “…What?”

You hold out your hand to her and she looks at it for a moment before shaking it with a scowl. Before you realize it, she’s already taking her hand back.

“I’m assuming you’re wrestling? Do you have a match?” You quickly ask, not giving her a second to recover. “I’d like to interview you after if you do.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sasha drops her suitcase. She’s unsure if she could stand your bright personality for a second longer. You’re going to be a problem in the future. “Sorry, not sorry, but you’re a nobody. What’s the point?”

“It was worth a try. But if that’s what you want I won’t force you.” Sasha rolls her eyes at your response. You’re way too nice. “At least tell me, do you think it’s fun here?”

“Fun?” She repeats. “Tch, I know you didn’t just ask if it was fun. Get real. There’s nothing fun about being here. There’s only one thing that matters, and it’s the Divas Championship. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nod. Divas Championship…duly noted. You don’t think you’ll be going for it anytime soon. “Who’s got it?” You’ll have to ask if the standard Women’s Championship was still in circulation as well.

“AJ Lee.” She answers. It’s the least snarky answer she’s given you so far, but she reverts back to it. “I swear, I’m gonna drag her ass across the mat for that title. She makes me sick with her skipping around.”

You voice your thoughts. “She skips?” That’s one way to get to the ring. You’re curious now. “I wonder if I can interview her…she must have a lot to say about her reign so far.”

“What?” Sasha’s immediately offended. “Um, no. Who says you’re interviewing her first? You’re obviously going to interview me first.”

It’s contradictory to what she’s said before, but because of it, there’s a smile growing on your face. She notices and jabs her index finger toward you. “You can wipe that smile off your face, rookie.”

“So be it. I will see you afterwards.” You agree to interview her, doing your best to fight the smile off.

Sasha huffs and leaves the room for now. Your eyes follow her, and once she’s gone, you shrug to yourself. Wow.

Well, that’s one way to get an interviewee.

Almost seconds after her departure, your phone vibrates and you see it’s a notification from Twitter. After that, the tweets start to flow in.

What now?

@SashaBanksWWE ✓

I ALWAYS come first. Don’t forget that, rookie. @Officially[Name].

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@No1DivazStan: Wait…?

↳ @Sashabanksfan109: Literally like who is that??? What is she talking about?

Oh boy. Now people actually are getting the idea. She even went as far as tagging you. You’re already starting to have people follow you.

Including Sasha, which was a plus!

You’re confident about things for a moment until the thought of having to talk to her live circles back. Shit, you might start to freak out a little.

You hope Sasha wouldn’t be too harsh on you, even if it were wishful thinking. Sasha’s gonna come in hot, especially if she loses. You have no choice but to adjust.

A few more moments of silence pass, and suddenly the floor is calling you again.

You immediately lay back down. How long until the show? You take your phone out of your pocket and check the time. 6:45. The show starts at around 7. Maybe 8 if there are any delays.

Would it be wrong if you took a quick nap? It’ll only be 15 minutes, but it might just be enough to keep you going for the rest of the night.

You’re already closing your eyes. You know you’re going to be unable to hit any major stages of sleep, but even just laying like this is nice.

Until the door opens. You’re shooting up from your spot, almost falling over in the process.

“I WASN’T SLEEPING.” You clarify, doing your best to stand up. The woman, who’s not Sasha this time, looks at you in confusion.

She points a finger at you. “Ya’ sure about that? From the looks of it, it seemed like you were knocked out for a second.” Her accent is the first thing that catches your attention as she starts to motion towards you.

“No, no, not at all.” You try to defend. “Can’t a woman stretch on the floor in peace?”

“Seriously, you call that stretching?” Before she can make any more sarcastic comments toward you, she turns to look at you. “I’ve never seen you around before. Got a name?”

She is trying her best to identify you to no avail. You hop up to your feet, then hold your hand out to her. “[Name]. I’m just an interviewer right now, yeah. I’m new. Who are you?”

“Becky. Becky Lynch.” She introduces, taking your hand to shake it firmly. You swear you’ve seen her before, too. Probably on Twitter. Guess Becky isn't the only one with deja vu.

You pray you wouldn’t forget her or Sasha’s name for that matter. You can’t fight the urge to yawn.

“Someone’s tired. You should go get some water before you pass out. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

This is a nice change of pace from Sasha. Despite you trying to kill her with kindness, she’s just all kinds of intimidating, while this woman is…okay.

Water may do the trick. It might just be cold enough to wake you up. “Good idea. Anywhere I can get some?”

“Should be a cooler down the hall to your right.” She informs. “See, I’d offer to get it for you, but I’ve got a match to get ready for.”

“Well, thanks anyway.” But before you leave, Before you leave, you turn over to her. “This may be an assumption, but are you going against Sasha Banks?” You ask. You could be wrong, but it’s worth a shot to see.

She nods at you. “Smart girl. How’d you know?”

“I talked to her a bit earlier. She wouldn’t exactly tell me she was going in a match, but I guess it was safe to assume it was you.” You say. “If you’d like to be interviewed, I’ll be waiting backstage.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Becky says. She’s more concerned about you getting your water. “Go, I might be here when you get back. Don’t pass out.”

You make a noise to let her know you heard her. Did you make a new friend? You think so.

You’re still a bit disoriented from the lack of sleep. You only made it a few steps down the hall before forgetting the direction she told you to go. Great.

This hallway seemed horribly long. The more you walked, the more you felt like it extended somehow. You need a nap, but you don’t think you’re going to get it until retiring back to your hotel room.

A group of men dressed in what seems to be tactical clothes are sitting around nearby, and you find yourself approaching them in a sudden spur of confidence. It’s probably because you’re tired.

“Excuse me,” you call. All three of them look at you with curious looks, and you feel like you could just up and die right there.

Doesn’t exactly help that they’re all kind of attractive, either.

“Where can I get some water? It feels like I’m dying here.” You ask, using your hand to rub the side of your face.

To them, you looked like you had just completed a damn marathon run. One of them with short brown hair whispers something to another with half-blonde, half-black hair, and you look between them curiously.

You don’t have time for whispers. You want water. It makes you think about purposely passing out in front of them. Rude and manipulative, sure, but you’re not here to gossip!

The other one speaks up to you instead. He’s also got long hair, but you think the most noticeable thing was his sleeve tattoo. You may have been staring too long because he snapped his fingers to get your attention.

At least he wasn’t glaring at you. There was a handsome smile on his face. “You there? Don’t tell me we’ve lost you already. You just got here.”

“Sorry. I’m really tired.” You admit. “Really, REALLY tired. Water would be nice.”

“To your left,” He says. “Should be one over there.”

The exasperation in your voice is ever present when you say: “Thank you!”. You’re dying here. You’ll have to come back and thank your only savior after replenishing yourself. Turning away, you head in the direction he told you.

You don’t hear the snickering behind you as you leave. Too busy thinking about hydration at this point.

Going further down, you see that there still is no water cooler. You’re only met with a dead end, and though there are doors, the signs only tell you that they’re just control rooms.

You’re confused. Why would he send you that way? You turn around and head back the way you came as it must’ve been an honest mistake.

You see them still sitting there with smiles. “Hey, excuse me,” you call, waving your hand. “There’s no water over there. Are you sure it’s that way?”

“We know.” The man who gave you instruction earlier had said. “We just wanted to mess with you a bit. Go that way.” First day on the job and people are already trying to rib you? Goddamn it.

On the bright side, it seemed to be lighthearted. Or so you hope.

This time, you hope, he points the correct way. The only thing you can do is let out a sigh and move forward. You don’t even stay to listen to anything else he says.

"Don't take it to heart!" One of them yells behind you.

You scoff to yourself. This time, they redeemed themselves because you found that lovely water cooler. You immediately pick up the pace and reach out to snatch a cup.

Finally, cold water. You're sure you'll wake up this time. You're almost half tempted to pour some on your face, but you aren't THAT unhinged. Besides, you don’t want to waste it.

The moment you lift your cup and and take a refreshing sip, someone saying “hey” makes you look over, and you nearly spit your drink out.

The guy that had given you the wrong direction had come around. You cough up bits of water, holding a hand on your chest. “Why?! God, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He apologizes. You’re not so sure if it’s sincere. “Stephanie McMahon told me about you. You’re [Name], right?”

It takes you a second to reply and he looks at you expectantly. You hold your hand up. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s me.” You nod.

“Roman,” He introduced himself back, setting his hands on the vest of his tactical gear. “I know it’s your first day and all, but do you know who’s in charge?”

“….Vince McMahon?” You offer with a shrug.

Roman chuckles, shaking his head. “You were close. But that’s not it. The Authority is the one in charge.” He clarifies to you. “And you’d best be on their side. Tell me, new girl. Do you plan to be on the side of justice?”

Truth be told, you’re a little intimidated. Again.

You wonder if you even had a choice right now. Before you answer him you decide to take a sip of water, this time, without coughing up a lung.

“Justice, what do you mean by that?”

“The Authority is seeking to make sure that everyone keeps in line.” He explains. “We’ve already got a hold on the men’s division, but the women’s division….”

He trails off, looking toward you expectantly.

“I’m just an interviewer.” You hold your hands up in defense. “I don’t know anything about wrestling. Like anything.”

A lie, but you don’t exactly want to get involved.

You thought it felt weird to call yourself an interviewer, but now you’re going to hold onto that title until it’s convenient enough for you….

“Don’t give me that crap. I know exactly what you are.” So much for that. Roman gets closer to you and you move back just a little. It doesn’t do much, because he’s still in your space.

You’re starting to feel cornered.

“And what I don’t appreciate is people lying to me. Listen, [Name]. Pretty girls like you are always smart. If you knew what’s good for you, you’d better—“

“Hey guys!” A new voice makes you look over Roman. “Roman…and….who’s this?” He points a finger over to you.

“[Name].” You say. This guy might be your potential savior.

He doesn’t really pester any further than that, oddly enough. “Cool. You guys wanna take a selfie?” Before you two could even answer, he’s already approaching with a phone in hand.

“Wait,” You try to stop him. “I’m not ready—“

All Roman does was glare at the camera while you were holding out your hand toward it. He’s already took it and you were caught in the worst off guard moment.

“You guys better get ready for Raw. It starts in like five minutes.” The man recommends. “Thanks for the selfie.”

He saunters off and Roman shakes his head. After the stranger had made some distance, he finally speaks to you. “I can’t stand Theory’s dumbass.”

“Theory?” You repeat. “Who?”

“Austin Theory.” He clarifies. “Won’t stop taking those stupid selfies. It’s all the goddamn time.”

You slowly nod, but take advantage of the fact Austin had said there’s only five minutes until Raw starts. “Gosh. This was such a nice meeting, but I had better get going. You know, interviews and stuff to do.”

Roman says nothing, so you take the opportunity to side-step and walk past him. However, he doesn’t let you get far before saying…

“Better think about what I said. You don’t have much time.”

You’re hoping that wasn’t a threat. And now that you think about it?

He didn’t even apologize for leading you the wrong way!

You were just trying to get ready to be on television. You did everything you could to stand out for your debut, despite some people knowing that you’d show up sometime.

You can only imagine the pre-show talks around on social media. God, you hope you weren’t sweating. You think you’re just overreacting, but you feel like you’re gonna cry.

If you weren’t awake before, you sure are now.

Your phone starts buzzing again on the vanity you were seated at. The stylist who was helping you get things together had stepped away earlier, leaving you be with your thoughts.

Until now. The moment you pick up your phone and open Twitter, you groan.

Roman was right about the selfies being stupid.

Austin had posted it on Twitter. The only thing you’re really focused on is yourself. You look a disheveled mess and you’re happy you could fix yourself up a little bit right now.

You’re reeling as you read some of the responses. Although, some were funnier than others…

@Theory_1 ✓

Roman and some new girl are here today! I caught them in their natural habitat.

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@annsweet_: OMG FREE HER???? WHY DOES SHE LOOK SCARED LMAO

↳ @Lilgrab$78: Nah fr they holding her hostage in there

@Biilionnsmind: Are you serious? [Name] Theory AND Roman? This has gotta be the multiverse

↳ @YourChampion0: Not gonna lie they might be an item. Guess we’ll see if they have something going on or they just were filming something.

@bellstrings: Wait not too much on [Name]…face card is still ACTIVE and ready to TAP!

Along those lines of being mentioned, Austin had followed you as well. But seeing yourself being the talk of others is just surreal. You’re happy about it.

“Hey, [Name].” A stagehand calls. “You’re on in about 2 minutes. You’ll be interviewing Sasha Banks. It’s the only person you’ll be doing, so you’re free to go home after.”

Alright then. You hop up out of your seat. You looked good enough, so you didn’t exactly need that stylist to come back. Your time to shine.

You let the stagehand lead the way to where you’re supposed to be positioned. It’s a nice set up, you think. There’s a red curtain behind you as well as a television settled with “Raw” displayed on it.

“Sasha lost because of interference.” The stagehand informs you. “She’ll go on about the details. But just ask her some questions. She should be here any second now.”

You’ll try. The camera is already settled in front of you, waiting for the go ahead. As soon as he said that, Sasha comes storming into the room. He signals toward the both of you that he’s rolling.

“Wow, Sasha..!” You exclaim, shaking your head. “That was definitely……a match.”

Sasha looks at you with a scowl. “You think?! Becky only got lucky because AJ came out all peppy. I almost had her.” She complains. “I had Becky in the Bank Statement. She was about to tap…”

She literally has to stop talking and take a breath before she loses it. Everyone, even the crowd, can tell that she’s STEAMING.

“…Uh, do you think you’ll need help in the future for AJ? It looks like she’s posing a really big threat to you.” You say. “Cause’ if you’re asking me, it looks like you may need a future tag partner.”

You’re going steady, despite the fact your hand may or may not be shaking a bit. You’re just glad that this segment wasn’t out in the ring. You tilt the mic over to Sasha.

All you had to do was pretend like the camera wasn’t there and that you were having a simple conversation. Everything’s just fine.

You had hoped she would understand that you were insinuating that you could be of assistance, but she takes it the wrong way.

“What, you think I’m not good enough?” She challenges, stepping closer to you. “You think I can’t beat AJ on my own? She’s the one that needs help. That’s why she gets Tamina to do her dirty work. Let me remind you that I’m Sasha Banks. I was the NXT Women’s Champion. The Boss can handle herself in battle and she damn sure doesn’t need someone that’s gonna hold her back.”

“I get it, jeez. I was trying to help you, Sasha.” You explain. It might be a chance to get you active in the ring.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your job and asking me questions? I don’t need your help.” She fires back.

Whatever. You just shrug it off. “Fine. You want questions, I’ll give you questions. You tagged me on Twitter. When you tagged me on Twitter, was that you trying to put me on notice?”

It’s easy for her to bounce off of what you said.

“You clearly act like you have no idea who I am. Maybe now you’ll get a clue. As a matter of fact, you better leave that fake little sweet innocent act at the door, cause I see right through you.”

“What act? I’m just being me.” It’s true. You really are!

“Right, and Becky must be the best wrestler on the planet…hah! That’s hilarious even thinking about it.” Sasha falls into a laugh, and you fight the urge to smile at her contagious laugh. Instead, you wipe it off in order to look confused.

She takes a breath. “You know what? You wanna help me, prove it to me. You and me, a match next Monday. I know that you’re not gonna do well, but I’ll have fun destroying you anyways, rookie.”

This was your chance!! You can’t fight the excitement, so you immediately agree. “Yes! I mean, yeah. Absolutely. It’s a match, Sasha. Shake on it?”

You offer your free hand to her. Despite her gritting her teeth, she takes it.

Sasha thinks you’re too excited, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t curious to see how you’d fare against her.

Your first match is against Sasha Banks. Thinking about it seemed so surreal. You’ve got a lot to prepare for next Monday.

Sasha’s eyes seem to catch onto something behind you and she groans, snatching her hand back. “Not her—“

“I wasn’t expecting you here, Sasha!” There’s a woman who’s slightly shorter than you that comes over with a championship tucked over her arm. This must’ve been the Divas championship, if the words on the butterfly weren’t evident enough.

“You know, not after you lost. Thought you would’ve went home by now!” She holds onto it even tighter once Sasha gave her a nasty look.

“You must be AJ Lee?” You try to divert some of the tension. “It’s nice to see the divas champion face to face.”

Sasha gags, but AJ giggles at your words. She rubs a hand over the butterfly, looking at you. “Oh pssssh, this? It’s nothing major…it just means I’m the best, but seriously, nothing major. Oh, and Sasha? Sorry Tamina made you lose focus…no hard feelings?”

Sasha rears her fist back and you immediately try to jump in the middle of them. Might’ve been a dumb decision, but it made Sasha immediately freeze once you did. You’re not even sure if AJ flinched.

You’re planted firmly in between them without any plans of moving anytime soon. “Woah, woah woah, can we hold off on the fighting PLEASE?! Why don’t you guys settle it in the ring, just like me and Sasha are?”

“You guys…” AJ looks between you two. “…are wrestling each other? Huh.”

You nod at her. “Yeah. I think you should follow suit. It’s obvious you two have problems.”

“Well, you’re right. It’s not like can’t beat you again, Sasha!” AJ chimes. “Anyway, I’m going to go polish my title! Don’t wait up for me, ladies!”

And just like that, AJ skips off. Sasha slowly turns to look at you and the only thing you can do is look back at her.

“I don’t care,” She starts, pointing a finger at you. “You’re helping in whatever happens, rookie.”

“What?! Why me??” You whine. “This isn’t my issue, the only thing I’m worried about is our match.“

As she’s said earlier, she doesn’t care. “You heard me. All you’ve gotta do is be ready. When I tell you to do something, you go.”

She leaves you with that. An exasperated sigh falls from your lips.

You’ve got more than just your match to worry about now..

#RAWTonight

@WWE ✓

A nearly explosive confrontation tonight on Raw between AJ Lee, [Name], and Sasha Banks. Watch below! 👇🔥

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@xXHibiscus: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!???!!!

↳ @WomenofWWE: Yess! This is what we need, a strong three-way feud! The newbie, the underdog, and the champion. The storylines kind of have been getting boring. I wouldn’t mind Sasha & [Name] vs AJ, or maybe even AJ & [Name] vs Sasha.

↳ @RaeFed: [name] might’ve just saved us hold on

@RoseGambler: [Name] trying to be a peacemaker 😭

↳ @101Mariposa: SASHA WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO ROCK AJ PLEASE. SHE NEEDS TO MOVE

↳ @ThenNowForever: Why she hit the “Sasha, this isn’t you”??

@MarkPodcast: Never heard of [Name]..…is she new?

↳ @platinumstarred: yeah she was mainly on the indies, wasn’t bad at all like she was rlly good

↳ @MarkPodcast: Hopefully she’ll stay good while she’s here!

@Feistysummer: Sasha saying she doesn’t need help…then turns around and tells [Name] that she’s going to help LOL

↳ @Divas4L: They’re definitely going to be friends, if not best friends in the future..

[1-800-sinister]

(tw: dom!becky, switch!rhea, sub!reader/YN, Y/N is mentioned, Y/N is female, smut, spanking, slapping, weed, degrading, and praising also play this song as you read)

Rhea giggled as she passed the blunt to Becky, who took a hit. She looked at Y/N and said, "Are you sure you are able to take this princess?" She stared deeply into Y/N's eyes, making her lightly blush. "Yeah, I'm sure." Becky passed the blunt to Y/N, exhaling the hit she took. "Uh, truth be told, I don't know how to hit this." Y/N spoke shyly. Rhea smirked, "No worries, darling, I'll help you." She took the blunt, putting it to her lips and inhaling it. Rhea passed Becky the blunt.  Rhea grabbed Y/N's jaw, pressing her lips against Y/N's and exhaling into her mouth. Y/N inhaled the smoke. Rhea pulled away, and Y/N exhaled. She looked at Rhea, shocked. Rhea smirked, and so did Becky.  Becky began kissing Y/N's neck. "Uh, what are you doing?" Y/N bit her lip as she felt Becky's lips on her neck. "Just shut up and let us pleasure you, lass."  Y/N shut her mouth as she watched Rhea undress, admiring her beauty. She felt a hand go into her PJ shorts; she wasn't wearing any pants. "Mmm, what a naughty girl you are." Becky chuckled as she began to rub Y/N's clit.  "Rhea, be a good girl for Daddy and touch yourself while I get this pretty little doll off." Becky looked at Rhea as she began to finger Y/N while also rubbing Y/N's clit. Rhea nodded as she began to touch herself, letting out soft moans as she rubbed her clit. Becky began to speed up her fingers. "I'm going to cum." Y/N lets out a moan, basically fucking herself on Becky's fingers.  "Cum, sweet girl, cum, all on daddy's fingers." Becky smirks as Y/N's head falls back on her shoulder. Y/N lets out a loud moan, cumming on Becky's fingers. "Good girl, such a good girl, now what you are going to do is eat rhea out like a good little girl." Y/N nods as she bends over and begins to eat rhea out. Rhea moans as she grips Y/N's hair, "Fuckkk." Becky got up, went through her bag, grabbed the strap, got back on the couch, and put the strap on. She pulled down Y/N's PJ shorts and thrust into her. Y/N moaned into rhea as she ate her out.  Becky thrust in and out of Y/N, putting a few slaps on her ass. Rhea smacked Y/N's face. "Faster, bitch." she moaned when she felt Y/N go fast. Rhea is out of breath; she sits up, holding Y/N's head up. "Look at you all, all fucked out," she smirked. Y/N moans as she feels Becky go faster. She then cums

"What about you?" Rhea looked at Becky. Becky looked back at Rhea. "I'll be fine, love. Let's get this one cleaned up and into bed." rhea nodded

[igncrxntripley]

hi! can you do becky lynch x reader x rhea ripley smut to fuel my addiction literally do whatever please 🥹

it takes two to punish a brat

A/N: this was something i didn't know i needed...i hope you liked this 🥹

mentions/tags: NSFW 18+, dom!becky, dom!rhea, brat tamer! becky, brat tamer!rhea, fem!reader, sub!reader, edging, teasing, humiliation, degredation, toys (strap-ons), overstimulation, begging, crying, throatfucking, penetration, fingering. bondage, restraints

The worst part of your relationship with Rhea and Becky was that each one of you knew how to get under one another’s skin. You’d think by now you learned your lesson as well, given that both women also knew how to get their revenge. That was your exact dilemma now after you’d spent the entire day teasing both of them and they decided enough was enough. 

The girls had sat you up in bed with no clothes on, each wrist tied to a bedpost and your legs spread for them to have their way with you however they wanted. They’d spent almost an hour now, edging and teasing you until you couldn’t even keep track of how many times you’d begged for release and they said no. The closest you’d even come to getting some kind of pleasure was the ruined orgasms Becky and Rhea had given you. Your thighs trembled and frustrated tears rolled down your cheeks as they both continued to touch and torment your body. “N-no…mistress, p-please…” you stuttered as Becky was working your clit in circles again.

Becky and Rhea both laughed at your reaction, Rhea’s hand reaching up to hold your throat while Becky continued to torture you. “Look at that, Becks. You made the poor thing cry!” Rhea teased as her hand gently squeezed your throat. Becky smirked and moved her fingers, feeling you twitch against her fingertips as you whined and tried to squirm away. “She deserves it for the bullshit she’s put us through all day.” Becky said, looking up at you as she pushed her finger in your entrance for the countless time in the last hour. “Isn’t that right, princess? You know what was gonna happen when you decided to be a brat.”

You sniffled, your body tensing up around Becky’s fingers as the tiniest movements and touches were getting you close again. But before you even realized it she had pulled her fingers away, watching you whine and kick your legs in frustration which made Becky and Rhea laugh again. “No no no! P-please, I’ll do a-anything…I n-need it.” You whimpered, pulling at the wrist restraints and grinding your clit into the soaked sheets underneath you. “I-I’ll be good. I promise.”

Your girlfriends exchanged looks with one another, both of them smirking as they seemed to have communicated telepathically to come to an agreement on their next move. “Fine. You wanna cum? We’ll make you cum.” Rhea said, standing up and opening a drawer of some toys you’d all collected while Becky moved to sit next to you. She kissed you passionately while a dominant hand held your throat - something that always made you melt when either of your girls did it. “Don’t make us regret this, baby.” Becky said against your lips, making you nod and let out another whine of desperation. “I won’t, I-I promise. Please make me cum?” 

Rhea came back with two straps in her hand, tossing one to Becky and both of them starting to put it on. You licked your lips at the sight and started to move your hips against the bed again; they knew exactly what you wanted and what drove you crazy, and they were going to use that against you. Rhea was the first to finish, practically being an expert at getting her strap on in little to no time, and she started to untie your wrists from the headboard. She flipped you over before you even had a chance to catch your breathe, getting you on all fours and staying behind you while Becky placed herself in front. 

The redhead grabbed your hair in her fist and tugged it so you looked up at her. “You don’t cum until we give you permission.” She said, Rhea already grabbing your hips and pulling you backwards while her tip poked at your entrance. That alone was making your eyes roll into the back of your head, but you nodded at Becky’s words anyway. Rhea slapped your ass when you didn’t give a verbal response. “Use your words and tell us you understand.” She said, “You’d think we fucked you stupid already with her acting like this.” You moaned and let out another whine. “I promise, I-I won’t cum until you tell me.” 

Becky smirked at that response and tapped her cock to your lips. “Get to work then, princess.” She didn’t need to say it again before your lips wrapped around the toy and you slowly bobbed your head. Rhea was slowly pushing her tip in and out of your entrance, a strong grip on your hip to keep you steady. “Fuck, babe. She’s so soaked I can’t even stay in.” Rhea teased, making you whimper and buck your hips back towards her. Becky smirked as well and continued to run a hand through your hair. “I wish you could see her from up here. We don’t fuck her throat enough, she looks amazing doing it.” 

Eventually Rhea decided to push the rest of her toy into you; when she did, you would’ve sworn your legs gave out from underneath you because that’s how much they were trembling. She wasn’t gentle with it either. Rhea started thrusting and was surely leaving bruises on your hips from how hard she was holding you but didn’t care either. Both her and Becky loved when they could mark you up and show who you belonged to, and this was no different. Everyone, including you, was going to know who you belonged to. 

With Becky in front of you and Rhea behind you, you were in absolute heaven. Both of your girlfriends thrusting in and out of you, all of your moans mixing with one another to create the most amazing soundtrack, and all three of you getting close to finally putting an end to this punishment. Rhea smirked at Becky and slapped your ass, making you move your hips faster. “What do you say, Becks? Think she can cum?” Her words made you whine, looking up at Becky with the biggest eyes. You didn’t care pull your mouth away from her strap though out of fear she would end it all right there. 

Becky hummed, running her hand through your hair again and smiling at both you and Rhea. “I think she’s earned it.” She said before tugging your hair again. “Go ahead, babygirl. Cum for us.” Becky could barely finish her sentence before you squealed, cumming hard against Rhea’s strap and your entire body trembling along with it. Both Becky and Rhea came not too long after you, and once everyone had been working through and pulled out you collapsed onto the bed out of exhaustion. 

You worked to catch your breath, everything in you still trembling and sore as you tried to get yourself together. Rhea moved over to your head and gave you a gentle kiss, holding your chin as she looked at you with a smirk. “Hopefully you finally learned your fuckin’ lesson.” She mumbled, letting Becky do the same and all three of you moving to the shower.

[qosbaez]

Could you do one with Baylynch where Bayley is having a anxiety attack after Dakota betrays her and Becky’s there to comfort her?

Betrayal || Bayley x Becky Lynch

Summary: Becky's there when Bayley freaks out after Dakota's betrayal.

In the wake of Dakota's betrayal, Bayley found herself spiraling into a whirlwind of anxiety and uncertainty. The sting of betrayal cut deep, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. As she stumbled backstage, her chest tight with panic, she longed for a sense of comfort and stability.

That's when she saw Becky, her former friend turned rival turned lover, standing in the hallway, her expression a mix of concern and determination.

"Bayley," Becky called out, her voice gentle yet firm. "Are you alright?"

Bayley shook her head, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "No, no. I'm not okay. I don't know what to do. Dakota...she- she betrayed me."

Becky's heart ached at the sight of Bayley's distress, her own resolve strengthening as she reached out to gently grasp Bayley's trembling hand. "Hey, hey, I'm here. Whatever you need."

As Bayley's anxiety threatened to overwhelm her, Becky guided her to a quiet corner backstage, away from the prying eyes of their fellow wrestlers. With each passing moment, Bayley felt the tight knot of tension in her chest begin to unravel, the warmth of Becky's presence a soothing balm against the storm raging within her.

"I don't know what to do, Becky," Bayley admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I feel so lost and alone."

Becky cupped Bayley's face gently, her gaze filled with compassion and understanding. "You're not alone, Bayley. I'm right here beside you, every step of the way."

In that moment, Bayley felt a sense of peace wash over her, the weight of her anxieties lifted by Becky's unwavering support. With each word of encouragement, each reassuring touch, Becky helped to anchor her in the present, guiding her through the storm with steady hands and a compassionate heart.

As they sat there, wrapped in each other's embrace, Bayley realized that she didn't have to face her fears alone. With Becky by her side, she felt stronger and more resilient than ever before.

Together, they would weather the storm, navigating the highs and lows of life in the wrestling world with courage and determination. And as they faced the challenges ahead, Bayley knew that with Becky's support, she could overcome anything that came her way. For in Becky Lynch, she had found not just a friend, but a kindred spirit, a beacon of light in the darkness.

[wrestlingfanficwriter]

Surprise

Becky Lynch x Reader

A one-shot for my bestie! Happy birthday!!!

It’s not long cause I’ve been dealing with writers block for a really long time but I read that instead of not writing you have to try so here I am….trying

“Can I uncover my eyes yet?”

“Nope”

“…….ok how about now?”

“You just asked me that same question one second ago do you really think the answer has changed?”

“Well…… has it?”

“No”

You groaned as you continued to keep your hands over your eyes. Today was your birthday and your girlfriend of one year Becky Lynch was planning a surprise for you at your shared apartment before you came home early and almost ruined it.

As soon as you came through the front door Becky was on you, covering your eyes with her hands and leading you over to the couch.

“Sit here and wait I’m almost done ok?”

“Done with what?” You asked eagerly as Becky quickly replaced her own hands with yours.

“You’ll see when I’m done just…..wait please? I have something really special planned”

You could tell she was giving you the puppy dog eyes without having to even look at her and like always they worked.

“Alright, I’ll stay here with my eyes closed if it makes you happy”

You felt Becky give you a sweet but quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks babe. I promise I’ll be done soon”

You pouted as she pulled away with a laugh. “You’ll get more kisses later.

So here you sat, it’s been at least half an hour by now. You were starting to get restless but continued to sit and wait like your loving girlfriend had asked of you.

“Ok babe I’m all done”

You quickly removed your hands from your eyes and gasped as you took a look around the room.

The room was filled with balloons that were your favorite color, present’s and flowers sitting on the table with lit candles along with your favorite meal and a small cake.

You turned to look at Becky who was smiling sheepishly in the corner of the room. “Surprise!”

“Becky…..this is so sweet. Thank you” you said as you ran over to the love of your life, giving her kisses all over her blushing face.

“Anything for you babe. I love you so much”

You smiled as Becky kissed you sweetly pulling away before you could deepen it like you wanted.

“Beckyyyyy” you whined trying to kiss her again, but she was too fast, moving out of the way and sitting at the table.

“Let’s eat first, then you can open your presents and I’ll run a bath for you after that” Becky said as she gave you a plate full of your favorite food.

“And then we can make out?”

“We’ll be doing a lot more than making out” Becky winked at you.

You beamed while Becky took her glass in her hand raising it in the air as you did the same.

“Happy birthday babe. I love you more than anything and I’m so happy that I have you in my life. Here’s to another year full of happiness and love”

You clinked your glasses together before leaning over to give her one more kiss. You were truly happy to have someone as wonderful as Becky Lynch in your life. And as she went on to tell you all about putting this whole evening together just for you only one thought popped up in your head as you smiled and listened to her.

She’s perfect.

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I haven’t written anything in years so I’m sorry if this sucks but I’ll try to continue and get better

[illyrianbrat]

"You just need to stand there and look pretty. The Man will take care of the rest."

wait like why am i just seeing this???? goddamn

[craxy-person]

Can Becky adopt me?

Family Isn't Determined By Blood (Becky Lynch x Daughter!Reader)

Anonymous Request: Happy to see that your requests are open, love your writing! can i put in a request for becky lynch and reader is her adopted teenage daughter. she’s really clingy to becky bc she’s one of the only people she feels safe with. becky finds it cute and is proud to know that reader trusts her. reader starts to distance herself after hearing her moms opponent bring up her clingyness in a match. becky confronts reader and assures her that she’s not a burden, which ends with major fluff. Thank you 💕

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[damiansgoodgirll]

hello, can you write about damian priest x reader where she just got into the main roster on RAW and she felt left out in the women's lockerroom (except becky and liv) and a impossible crush with the archer of infamy but he is the one who ask her out

love this request!

‼️a little angst and rhea’s a little mean, sorry

damian priest x reader

my birdie

you were a shy person.

always been. but when it came to wrestling, you were an animal, everyone knew about your abilities and they loved you for it. that’s why you went from nxt to smackdown and from smackdown to raw in less than two years.

people wanted to see you doing big things and big things came when hunter placed you in a completely different roaster.

you made some friends in nxt, you’ve been there the most so your colleagues got to know you better. it’s not that you were rude, you didn’t like being on your own either but you were shy.

some of your colleagues got to know this side of you and tried to involve you in more activities together, others didn’t care as they all wanted to focus on themselves.

when you spent a few months on smackdown, everyone apart from bayley ignored you. she immediately understood what you were feeling. fear of being alone and starting in a roaster where you didn’t know anybody and the fact that you weren’t talkative at all was making it 100% harder.

you were grateful for bayley and for her patience with you, that’s why you cried to her when you were being shifted on raw.

you wanted to be on raw, you were just scared of how you were going to be treated. it wasn’t easy on smackdown but at least you made a friend.

the first two weeks were hard. bayley was constantly checking on you, making sure you were okay and doing good. she even said to the other girls that you were shy and needed a little time to open up but it felt like they didn’t care.

liv and becky were the only two people who never made you feel unwanted. they took times to introduce you to the rest of the raw squad.

basically, everyone was ignoring you.

shayna tried to get to know you, and in fact she liked your shy and calm persona but she was too focused on her goals to have time to get to know you better. still, you appreciated her efforts. she still spent time eating lunch with you and you were really grateful for that.

but, apart from the three girls, it was clear that you were unwanted. other girls saw you as a threat.

especially rhea. you would describe the meeting with the judgment day “the most scary day of your life”. liv introduced you to them and you felt like an animal in a cage when you felt all of their eyes on you.

dom and finn didn’t really care about you. rhea ignored you but kept watching you. damian, well, damian had the audacity to make some stupid jokes about your shy persona.

“what is a scared birdie like you doing in a place like this?” he joked making everyone but liv laugh “cat really got your tongue birdie? be safe out there, you’re a little bird in a room full of cats ready to eat you alive”

“and the one right here” dom said pointing at rhea “is the scariest cat you’ll ever meet” and with that they all left.

you remember crying that night.

you also knew that becky and liv had a conversation with them because they stopped poking at you. they just watched you from afar. especially damian. who you got a little crush on but could never tell him. you couldn’t really understand why he was constantly watching you. when you were training. when you were on live television. when you were basically doing nothing. he was watching you and his beautiful but firm eyes made you a little scared.

“what is she doing here?” you heard rhea saying to finn, one time you were all training together. she didn’t know you were listening but you were. and her words hurt you “she looks like a lost princess from disneyland” she said making finn laugh.

you excused yourself from training with becky and seth and they immediately knew something was wrong. they took you under their protective wing, training with you and teaching you new moves.

“jeez rhea, was that necessary?” becky said with an angry look on her face.

“what?” she said like nothing happened.

“why do you all hate her so much? what has she ever done to you?” seth said to finn and the rest of the judgment day.

silence.

they had no reason to hate her “like i thought” seth said.

“she’s in the wrong place” rhea said, not making eye contact with becky.

“wrong place? she kicked your ass last week” becky said laughing “just because she’s shy doesn’t mean she isn’t capable, she’s just as smart and strong as you rhea…she just has more difficulty to open up to people…you guys should help her instead of making fun of her, or at least, if you don’t feel that kind to get to know her, ignore her…for her own sake, stop making fun of her” becky said very annoyed before leaving with seth.

that night you kept thinking about rhea’s words. maybe you really were in the wrong place. maybe you didn’t belong with them. maybe you really should be doing something different. and those thoughts made you cry because wrestling was all you ever wanted to do in your entire life.

but before you could overthink again, a soft knock on your hotel room awaked you from your wandering mind.

you weren’t definitely expecting to see damian priest in front of you.

“hey…” he smiled at you.

“you should at least wait until tomorrow to make fun of me” you said, looking at the ground “again…”

damian felt guilty.

he saw how you quickly wiped your tears away. he also knew he fucked up.

he felt guilty because in reality he was in love with you. you caught his attention the moment liv introduced you to them. he was watching every move you made, making sure you were being safe but he didn’t want to let you know what he was feeling.

“i’m here to apologise…”

“sure” you still weren’t looking at him.

“i’m serious y/n…i’m so sorry for how i made you feel, for how me and my team made you feel…” he began apologising and you let him in the room before you could catch other’s attention “we thought it was funny at first but…we clearly weren’t thinking and for that i’m so sorry, we didn’t mean to hurt you” he said truthfully but still you weren’t looking at him.

his eyes had a different effect on you.

“can you please look at me?” he said moving closer to your body “are you scared of me birdie?”

“i’m not scared…” you said raising your eyes.

now you were both looking into each other’s eyes.

“i’m sorry…really, so so sorry for hurting you…” he apologised again.

“it’s okay damian…thank you for your apology, uhm…it’s okay now i guess” you shyly smiled at him.

“and if you’re okay…i would like to get to know you a little bit more…only if you’re okay with that” he said a little awkwardly.

“yes…it’s okay for me”

“perfect” he smiled “what about tomorrow? i’ll take you somewhere nice for lunch, if you’re free of course” he rambled.

“i’m free” you smiled, seeing how funny he was being.

“then i’ll see you tomorrow birdie” he smirked before leaving your room.

“would you ever stop calling me that?” you asked him.

“i don’t think so” he smiled at you closing your hotel door.

you looked at the door for about ten minutes before moving into your bed, smiling like a teen who just got asked out.

now, all you had to do was to get a nice sleep and waiting for tomorrow to come.

[mexxs-blog]

*on a phone call*

becky: “behave, ripley. you’re on speaker.”

rhea: “what are you gonna do, spank me?”

becky: “absolutely.”

[leahsflwer]

Dating Becky Lynch head-canons 🧡🐐

❥ Warnings: Smut is included ⚠️‼️, argument topics, swearing, adult content really, fem! Oral, typical romance

❥ Becky Lynch x Fem!reader

Becky Lynch Masterlist || WWE masterlist || Requests

: ̗̀➛ You two will be eating a lot of chocolate, specifically Cadbury chocolate (Her favourite) because Becky is obsessed with eating it

: ̗̀➛ Becky is definitely super clingy in a relationship. She'd also be super touchy, wanting to constantly be close and holding that person's hand or wanting to give them kisses.

: ̗̀➛ Plus, she would be so excited to show off her boyfriend, girlfriend, or significant other wherever she went. She'd be like "That's them! They're my someone!"

: ̗̀➛ Becky would love the classic date ideas, like going to the movies or out to dinner, but she'd also love more original and creative ideas that are also romantic, up to anything.

: ̗̀➛ Becky is also a very romantic flirt. She'll flirt by paying very close attention to those finer details. Like noticing small habits of yours, getting you things you once mentioned, remembering your orders, favourite colours.

: ̗̀➛ She would definitely keep her serious “the man” type of energy around the ring or on camera, but off camera and when you’re alone, she is very soft and gentle with you

: ̗̀➛ Becky would mention you in her book very often and rant about how much you helped her

: ̗̀➛ This woman loves to gently run her fingers along you, over tattoos if you have any, over your scars, over you sensitive skin, it doesn’t matter, she just loves to see you tense up from her sudden affection and touch.

: ̗̀➛ Prefers gifts she can keep (minus chocolate she loves that), but she prefers things that can hold memories like necklaces, bracelets, clothing, photos, things like that.

: ̗̀➛ With how much she likes to touch you, don’t be surprised if her hand slides up your thigh to touch you, she likes sliding her fingers into you pants or under your skirt to hear a gasp, it gives her the confidence she needs to take control

: ̗̀➛ She definitely had a dominant side, but also LOVES being submissive to you, having you on top and taking full advantage of her (with consent of course) and she will praise you for it

: ̗̀➛ She knows how turned on you get from her Irish accent, so she will purposely call you nicknames such as “darling, my love” or just simply whisper to you with her strong accent just to see if you will shiver or blush

: ̗̀➛ Always wants to tag team with you

: ̗̀➛ Now this woman is into giving you oral. Yes she likes receiving it, but not as much as she enjoys giving it to you. Eating you out or using her tongue to tease you as her fingers push deeper inside you, it makes her wet as the ocean

: ̗̀➛ One of her weaknesses is neck kisses or you kissing her inner thigh

: ̗̀➛ She does the jealous tongue thing anytime you’re very touchy or laughing with someone else, she likes you hanging with others but can’t help but get jealous and wish it was her you were doing that with

: ̗̀➛ Which genuinely ends up in make up sex or her pushing you to the edge but stopping every time you close, just to give you the most intense orgasm at the end

: ̗̀➛ Lets you play with her soft hair and even style it for the day or for work as she trusts you well, even if it looks like a mess, she’s the man, so she can pull anything off

: ̗̀➛ Will stand up for you and happily fight others for you, but you have to remind her to stay out of trouble so she doesn’t come home with more injuries each day

: ̗̀➛ Give her lots of back rubs, if you have long(ish)er nails, that’s even better for her. It helps her relax and even sleep after a stressful day at work. Cuddles are the best for her.

: ̗̀➛ She definitely likes to run off with you just so you can run off and make out, or simply get some alone time to rant about things

: ̗̀➛ Likes to keep a photo album of you both cause she loves to keep memories

: ̗̀➛ She is most likely into someone bigger then her, not exactly height, but the size of your body. She is a skinnier girly and would adore you being bigger even just a bit or heaps. Something about it makes her want to lay on you, and as she says “give me more to kiss”.

: ̗̀➛ Will always listen to your problems and instantly turn into a free therapist, as long as you give her a kiss or listen to her thoughts as well. Like this relationship would have perfect communication.

: ̗̀➛ You are both wearing each other’s clothing, even if it’s just random jackets, glasses, hats, anything, you guys are sharing all the time

: ̗̀➛ When you two argue it can get heated but she will usually come out of your shared room and sit down with you after ordering take out and you would just watch a movie while eating and end up forgetting all about it, maybe an apology and then you will both laugh it off and watch the film while stuffing your mouths

[newcaptainofsquad9]

The Lady’s Man~Becky Lynch x fem! reader

Pairing: Becky Lynch x reader

Genre: Romance, fluff

  Summary: After spending close time with Becky during your time as tag team duos, she starts to dress differently, something not only the fans pick up on but you along with Becky’s competition for the Smackdown Women’s championship too.

Writer’s Note: First and foremost, I’m sorry about not updating a certain fic yet (The Astrid, Crazy Rich Asians one. I’m still working on it!) or just writing a lot on here in general. Depression has its hooks sunk deep and work has been draining me more than usual but here I am. One of the things that has helped me lots is wrestling, haven’t watched it since I was a young teen and wow, it’s like interacting with an old friend again. One thing that I’ve also noticed is how much the women on the roster are hot and why I liked them so much. The gay awakening was real. Anyway, hope you enjoy my first wrestling fic!

Word Count: 1, 978

You were classy. If you were to partake in feuds or clap-backs, you kept it high-brow and let your skills in the ring do most of the talking. That was part of your character: Lady Y/N, here to bring back beauty and class to the WWE, an exhausting effort to get through with your in ring abilities instead of full on trash talking. That being said, you did have your moments where you popped off on the mic, especially when Damage Ctrl was involved. 

You came face to face with Bayley, Dakota Kai and Iyo Sky tonight; the people of the crowd roaring and chanting, “My Lady” once your music hit and you came strutting toward the ring.

“Aw, here she comes!” Bayley yelled. She pointed off around the crowd and continued to mouth off“Shut up! We’re the top ladies here you heathens.”

“Bayley, all this crying isn’t gonna get you anywhere,” you said. You entered the ring, smiling at the audience, waved and aimed a few kisses at the people, swooning them in the process. “Didn’t Becky and I beat Iyo and Dakota last week and didn’t you lose your championship to Charlotte at the Rumble last week?”

Bayley nodded eagerly, smile plastered on her face. 

“Yeah! Lady yeah! I did y/n! But who’s been a champion at all? Me! Not you! Some lady you are!” Bayley exclaimed while laughing and nodding to her Damage Ctrl sidekicks. “Maybe, if you’re nice to us tonight, I can bring you in the spotlight on my Ding Dong Hello show next week. Well, just you and not your man.”

You cocked up an eyebrow at the mention of “your man”, right when the WWE universe all “oooooed” all at once. It was some sort of joke you weren’t in on, yet you caught yourself with a sly grin and went back in on Bayley. 

“My man? You making up delusions now, huh, Ms. Role-model?” you said. 

Bayley scoffed then let out a snort while turning to Dakota and Iyo. The crowd seemed to react as well, chanting “The Man” over and over. 

Oh. Becky, that was who Bayley was referring to. She called herself the man, didn’t mean she was your “man.” Right? And Bayley is totally wrong, the WWE Universe did have their bright moments but they didn’t dictate who did or didn’t belong to you. Especially Becky Lynch. She was your friend and tag team partner. Period. Nothing more, nothing less. 

“Please, you might be able to fool these idiots!” Bayley yelled. She gestured to the audience before continuing. “But you can’t fool me and the heart eyes she gives you! Have you even seen her new merch?”

Now you knew Bayley made up insults and material on the fly but you really had no idea what she was talking about. Before you could wrap your head around it or throw your own comment back at her, Becky’s music hit, sending the arena along with Damage Ctrl into a frenzy.

“Aww, now look who you’ve spawned!” Bayley groaned. “How dare you idiots speak of The Man!”

The combination of the loud music, the crowd and Bayley’s irritating yells swirled into a cacophony of noise that left you frozen while you watched your fiery headed partner (tag of course) rush out, all smiles and cockiness under her black shades. It’s like what Bayley alluded too, her outfit and merch was different: instead of wearing her flashy, “Bex” shirt underneath her leather jacket, Becky sported a new shirt with blocky letters reading “The Lady’s Man.” 

Your heart skipped a bit at the display; being around Becky was already complex, she just made it twenty times harder. She trotted down to you on your frozen spot in front of the ring, eyes obscured by her shades until she lifted them. 

“You called?” Becky asked. She aimed her words at Bayley and the entire WWE Universe, but it felt as if she was just talking to you. 

Becky stepped closer toward you, rearranged your hair a little before placing the shades on your head. 

“This Ok?” she asked. “Don’t want to mess up your hair, but I just couldn’t resist.” 

Her Irish accent always had an effect on you but how low it was when she whispered, with her gesture of the shades left you flabbergasted longer.

“Hey! Flirt on your own time!” Bayley said. She pointed at Becky, who chuckled. “This is between me and your Lady!”

“Woah, woah, woah! You know Y/N and I are a team, like you and your Ctrl clique,” Becky explained. She brought an arm around your shoulder, patting the spot in an attempt to bring you back from your stump. “The Man always defends her lady. Dare I say, she’s got a better chance at Charlotte for the Smackdown women’s championship than you!” 

Becky’s words got your chest to flare; you nodded along however, smiling a bit too big as words of your own bubbled up from your throat. 

“The Man’s got a valid point though, what do you say, Role-model?” you said. 

Bayley guffawed. 

“Sure! Yeah right, like she would--” Bayley said. She was cut off by the crowd chanting your name over and over, angering her yet again. “Shut up! You idiots don’t know anything! Y/N can’t even compete with Dakota or Iyo, let alone me!”

Becky cocked her head back, as if her fellow horsewoman’s words struck her face on. She turned toward you, mouthing a “can you believe this?” You just rolled your eyes and shook your head. 

“Bayley, keep spouting this nonsense and maybe I’ll have to kick your ass again,” Becky said. She brought you closer, close enough to hook her arm around your waist. “Or! We could take care of Kai and Iyo and they can defend those tag titles for once! Jeez! Those things have been collecting dust!” 

You found yourself smiling more as the heat built up your chest. Becky and you only teamed up due to being a great match against Fire and Desire, along with other amazing women in the division but to suggest you both challenge Damage Ctrl? It was a commitment to what you two could do together, although, it wasn’t as grand as Becky proclaiming herself “your man”, was it the direction Triple H wanted or was it something more?

“No way!” Bayley growled. “I mean, they’re the greatest bunch of the womens division they don’t need to prove a thing!”

Iyo Sky and Dakota nodded, a little too swiftly with conflicting emotions pouring through; you picked up on them immediately.

“You sure Bayley? They seem scared. Let’s ask them, folks! Iyo? Dakota?  Are you afraid to take on Becks and I? Maybe to even put the titles on the line too?”

The WWE Universe erupted in another fit of chants: you made it out to be them calling Damage Ctrl cowards over and over again. Becky chuckled and pulled you close while Iyo and Dakota went over what was going on with Bayley off mic. It looked as if Iyo and Dakota were trying to talk their leader out of it, you felt quite terrible for them and how the crowd began to drown them out with the noise.

“All right! Quiet you idiots!” Bayley shouted. She gestured for the WWE universe to calm down more, leaving mummers among the crowd and stands. “They’ll accept the challenge, next week!”

You didn’t expect them to accept so quick, believing them to think it over throughout the week or maybe go back and forth with Becky on Twitter(usually ending up with you mediating). 

“Yes!” Becky cheered. “We got this, lass.”

You could only nod, lost in the feeling of opportunity: white noise of the crowd and a tingling feeling that warped down your chest toward your belly. A title shot for the first time in your career, with Becky. Becky freaking Lynch. 

The thought kept up its constant ringing in your head, even after you escaped the effervescent noise the WWE universe were known to cause. You managed to reach your personal locker room before a hand grabbed your wrist--the action forced you to tense up, thinking it was Bayley or Damage Ctrl. 

“Whoa, lass, you all right?” Becky said. Concern clean on her face. “Is it OK if we talk?”

You nodded. Becky shut the door behind you, then proceeded to pace the space, back and forth like a blur of orange flame that flicked from one end of a candle to the next. 

“It wasn’t your idea, was it?” you said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. 

Becky froze, attention immediately on you. 

“What?”

You let out a humorless laugh and motioned to her new T-shirt. 

“The Lady’s Man? It was just a new way of introducing our tag team? Making it official, yeah? Or is it a new storyline that I’m not caught up with yet?” you asked. You pressed your fingers together and fidgeting them while continuing. “I-I just want to understand what all that was.”

“Lass--”

“Rebecca, please be honest with me,” you said. The emotion in your voice was sharp and firm.

Becky rushed over to you, taking your face in your hands. 

“Breathe, y/n, I’ll explain, let me just sit you down, OK?” she said. 

She led you to the folded chair you had set up by your cubby, helping you sit prior to her kneeling in front of you. 

“It was my idea, and yeah Triple H and the people wanted to market it, thought it’d be a great thing to lead up to something amazing to do with the Tag titles,” Becky explained. She took your hand as she spoke, rubbing the knuckles and the underside of a few veins. “But under all of the bravado and what The Man means to me, there’s some truth to it. I really want to try and be your lady too. I-I like you, Y/N, I really do.”

The way Becky looked up at you almost made the emotions break from you, tears flooded your eyes, some spilling over to your dismay. 

“Y/N, no, hun, don’t cry I--”

You cut Becky off with a kiss, meeting her halfway as your arms wrapped around her neck. Becky returned the kiss instantly, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you flush against her. A mini makeout session just about occurred. You pulled back (a little self conscious that you both were still in the arena aka work) but Becky lifted your chin up tenderly, planting a short yet passionate kiss to your lips once again. 

“I love that desire, lass,” Becky whispered. “Does this mean we’re to be more than tag team champions in the future?”

You nodded. “That and we’ll have a lot more moments outside of Wrestlemania.” 

[candycane7]

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[1-800-sinister]

Take It Down

( Dom!Becky x Sub!Rhea )

Warning: Smut, Fingering, Degrading, Praising, That's pretty much it

rhearipley_wwe posted

Chicago... Mami's here 😈

Becky stared at her phone. Staring at the photo Rhea posted, she quickly walked to their shared hotel room, going in. Becky stared at Rhea and said, "Take it down." Rhea smirked at her and said, "No."

Becky grabbed Rhea, manhandling her onto the bed since she was already half naked. It made things easier for her. "I said take it down. Why are you being a stupid whore?" Rhea let out a whine at the degrading 

Becky smirked as she slid her hand down, getting close to Rhea's cunt. She slid her fingers through her. "God, you are such a pathetic little thing." She then thrust two fingers into Rhea. Rhea let out a soft gasp, gripping the sheets. 

Rhea moaned as Becky moved the two fingers. "Look at you all soaking wet like a pathetic little whore." Becky mocked. 

Becky moved her fingers faster. Rhea reached and grabbed Becky's wrist. "Keep your hands to your fucking self." Rhea quickly removed her hands. She felt herself getting close to her orgasm.

Becky stops when she notices Rhea about to cum. She pulls her fingers out and says, "No, please, I was close." Becky stands up and says, "Take it down and I'll make you cum later." She walks out.

[igncrxntripley]

masterlist & rules

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requests will be posted as i have time to write them; i cannot promise they’ll be posted immediately 

i write smut, fluff, angst, and have shared some prompt posts on my page that i’m more than happy to use in a request 

i reserve the right to not fulfill a request if it is something i do not feel comfortable writing or feel as though i cannot do the subject matter justice

if you don’t specify if you’re requesting headcanons or an imagine or anything else, i will choose what ends up being written

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i will NOT write anything with virginity/taking virginity/anything non-consensual (including CNC), gore/extreme violence, pedophilia, incest, or ageplay/age regression. everything else is fair game unless the request makes me very uncomfortable 

the people listed in my masterlist are who i usually write for, but the following is a more comprehensive list

the judgement day as a whole

rhea ripley

damian priest

dominik mysterio

finn balor

seth rollins

becky lynch

liv morgan

brooks jensen

josh briggs

house of black members - mostly malaki black and buddy matthews

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their secret weapon (the judgement day):

regular series: pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 pt. 6 pt. 7 pt. 8 pt. 9 pt. 10 (written by @witcherfromwallachia ) pt. 10 (my version) pt. 11 pt. 12 pt. 13 pt. 14

headcanons: secret weapon’s aesthetic

headcanons: secret weapon and dominik

headcanons: secret weapon and finn

headcanons: finn’s a meanie

headcanons: in sickness and in health

headcanons: secret weapon and rhea

headcanons: secret weapon and damian

headcanons: movie marathon

their secret weapon: little black dress

their secret weapon: tag team

their secret weapon: spa night

their secret weapon: happy birthday 

their secret weapon: hall of fame

their secret weapon: and new...

their secret weapon: bad dreams

their secret weapon: first kisses

their secret weapon: attack (work in progress)

damian priest:

haters gonna hate

headcanons: meeting the parents

double trouble 

sworn enemies (spy!au)

becky lynch:

backstabber

it takes two to punish a brat (w/ rhea ripley)

brooks jensen:

headcanons: brooks jensen’s buckle bunny

giddy up

dominik mysterio:

loss

sunshine and snuggles

winners 

headcanons: bully

headcanons: father’s day surprise

rhea ripley:

nerves

blood is thicker than water

matilda 

headcanons: thunderstorms

forgiveness

headcanons: friends with benefits

finn balor:

backstage admirer

deal with a demon (series):

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

cody rhodes:

attention

‘jungle boy’ jack perry

one more night

[riptideripley]

I seen that your requests are open. Is it possible I could request a sub!rhea x dom!fem reader smut??

After Party

gif creds: @rebecca-quin

summary:There’s an Money in the Bank after party that you were invited to alongside the Judgement day,Rhea decides to be a little too flirty.

word count:1,261

Money in the Bank had just finished and every one was heading out to a club for the after party celebration. Rhea,your girlfriend,had decided to wear a skirt and a black spaghetti strap shirt. You wore a black jumper,pairing it with heels while Rhea wore converse. You finished getting ready and headed down to the club,Rhea following.

Once arrived,Rhea went straight for the bar to catch up with Dominik. You giggled and sat with the Usos,who were your friends since forever. “Hey Jey,see you’re celebrating your win tonight” you said smiling,giving Jimmy a small hug as he waved at you. “Yup! First to pin him in almost 3 and a half years,I deserve everything tonight” Jey spoke downing a shot of alcohol. You giggled and grabbed one of the shots that sat on a tray. You glanced over at Rhea noticing her tipsy and smiling a little too much with Becky Lynch. You noted this and continued talking with the Usos,drinking here and there.

You felt a hand appear on your shoulder and looked to see who it was,Damien Priest. “Hey Señor Money in the Bank!” you spoke giving him a small side hug. He smiled,”Hey (your name),thanks for getting the name right. But can I talk to you for a moment?” he asked. You nodded and got up,following him off to a small corner in the club. “Hey so um..Rhea..she’s been extremely flirty with Becky tonight. I just thought I’d tell you” he spoke,making you clench your jaw. “mm..thanks for telling me,but can you tell her she has 5 minutes before we leave?” you asked,smiling innocently as he nodded and left to go to report to her. You headed back over to the Usos and downed two more shots at once,making Jimmy’s eyes widen. “Yoo chill with all that,I know you can handle your liquor easy but damn” “Maybe she’s stressed uce,you never know what Priest told her” Jey responded,patting your back gently. You smiled,”Guys I’m fine,but I’m gonna head home. I’ll call you two in the morning like you asked I promise” you told them grabbing your purse and phone off the table.

You walked over to the bar,saying hi to everyone you knew over there. You grabbed Rhea’s hand as she stood up from the chair,leading her outside the club. “So we’re being flirty tonight huh?” “B-Baby I’m sorry ok? I didn’t mean t-“ you cut her off by planting a kiss on her lips. Since the club was a short walk from the hotel,you two walked there so you grabbed her hand and walked back to the hotel. Once in the room,you lifted her up and placed her onto the bed. “Strip. I want you naked by the time I come back,understand?” you told her,grabbing her chin so she would look at you. “Yes ma’am..” she responded softly,making you smile as you headed into the bathroom. You opened the cabinet under the sink,grabbing a box you had placed under there. You smiled as you opened the box and grabbed the largest strap you had,handcuffs,and a vibrator. You walked back in the room to find a naked Rhea sitting on the bed,making you smile.

Her eyes widen at the items in your hand,slightly squeezing her legs shut. “Oh no baby..open back up for me honey” you cooed softly,sliding your hand between her thighs spreading her legs back open. Before she could respond you had the vibrator pressed against her clit on the 2nd highest setting. “F-Fuck!” she yelped out,gripping your wrist tightly as she threw her head back slightly letting out moans. You took the opportunity to leave soft kisses along her neck,wrapping her thighs around you as you slowly scooted the both of you up closer to the headboard. “Oh my god fuck- please” Rhea whimpered out softly,already feeling her orgasm approaching. She whined when you suddenly stopped your actions,attaching the strap harness to yourself. It was the biggest one you owned(9.5),Rhea glanced seeing the size making her eyes widen. “Just relax baby..after all you asked for this” you cooed softly rubbing her thighs to make her relax,once she relaxed you entered her.

“S-shit! Mommy it’s too..” Rhea spoke,trailing off and her eyes rolled back when you began thrusting. “Too what doll? Use your words honey” you spoke softly,picking up the pace of your thrusts. “T-too big..mm!” she spoke throwing her head back. You grabbed the handcuffs and shifted your position,putting her on all fours as you kneeled behind her. You placed the handcuffs on her,making them tight as you then thrusted back into her making her yelp. “Oh baby..you know Becky can’t make you feel like this” you said giggling at her whimper,nodding at your words. “I-I know mommy..” she spoke softly,suddenly gasping as you turned the vibrator on and placed it onto her clit.

You continued thrusting,lifting her leg over your shoulder making you reach her g-spot. She was a moaning mess at this point,letting out loud moans and whimpers as she gripped the covers. Occasionally she would let out a scream when you rammed into her most sensitive part,but would bite onto a pillow to prevent it. You gripped her hair lifting her head up,smiling. “Aht aht baby..let Becky hear you next door” you said smiling making her eyes widen. You knew that Becky was next door when you booked so this was absolutely perfect. She tried her best to muffle the noises spewing out of her but couldn’t help it,with your intense thrusts and the vibrations from the highest setting of the vibrator she couldn’t help it.

This continued for at least another hour,denying her orgasm one last time. “m’cant take it! prism!” she yelped out,saying the safe word. You stopped and turned off the vibrator,throwing it somewhere. Rhea pants trying to catch her breath,”m’sorry mommy..” she whispered out. “It’s ok sweetie..come on sit up and let mommy help you” you spoke,planting a soft kiss on her forehead. She scooted up onto the bed and turned around to face you,laying back. You smiled and kissed her thighs,trailing down to her pussy. You noticed how swollen her clit was and frowned a little,”Baby if you would’ve told me earlier how bad it was I would’ve stopped..” you trailed off as you began licking her wetness. She whimpered and let out soft moans,it didn’t take her long to release all over your face which you licked up every last drop.

You sat up and crawled next to her,kissing her forehead. “You did so good for me baby,just be careful and remember who you belong to ok?” you spoke running your hand through her soft black hair as she laid her head on your thighs. “Yes ma’am..” she spoke yawning. “We should get you a bath first hm? Or do you just wanna wash up in the morning?” “In the morning,I’m too tired” she responded,following a yawn. You smiled at how gorgeous she looked and shifted your position,laying down with her head on your chest. You planted a soft kiss to the top of her head before trailing off into a deep sleep.

[toxicdolin]

Trish stratus x reader (fem)

Could you write something like when Trish turns on Becky,Becky begs reader to pick her side but reader doesn’t even think before picking Trish so whenever Becky is near them Trish rubs it in Becky’s face(by like getting really touching or something)

love your writing btw 😸😸

★ღ♔『She Chose Me』★ღ♔

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[Summary]: Trish and Becky made you choose between them and Becky couldn’t convince you enough so you chose Trish so Trish rubs it in Becky’s face

[Tw!]: angst, gxg, any mistakes I might have

[Word Count]: 1.1k

[Taglist]: @annasjays @nev-danielgarciawife

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Y/r/n= Your ring name

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You walked into the arena torn at the news that Adam Pearce gave you the previous week; ‘Trish is going to turn on Becky and you have to choose who you want to stay with’. This was hard for you because off screen you loved both women equally which makes it so much harder to choose, you was stuck in your mind; Trish had your heart first then there’s Becky. You walked into their shared locker room until the plan went into action later that night, you looked at them “hey Becks, hey Trish” you said as they smiled back.

You stayed in the locker room until your head started having thoughts zoom in and out of it so you told them you was going to ‘get something to drink in catering’, you got to catering looking around for Dakota Kai; she was your go to person when you needed to vent, since Nxt you and her became close, even inseparable. You pulled her to the side and she knew that was your sign that you needed to vent, she looked over at you “what’s wrong love?” She asked rubbing your arm. “I’m stressed out so much right now Dakota.”

“What’s up?” “So you know the storyline I’m in.. it’s stressing me out you know I love both of them but how do I know who to choose?” “Love you know I’m going to give you honest advice, if I was in your situation even though the head and the heart don’t agree go to which ever one your heart calls out trust me it’ll be easier to listen to your heart it knows what you really want Y/n” “thank you I will follow my heart” you said hugging her then grabbing a drink going back to the locker room.

You walked in shutting the door behind you “who do y’all fight tonight?” You asked as Trish looked at Becky. “Yeah Becks who do we fight tonight?” Becky looked at you and Trish thinking about who they were fighting tonight “we fight Zoey and Shayna” Becky said standing up. You took a sip of your drink thinking about the advice Dakota Kai gave to you to help you choose between the two even if they lost their match tonight. “When do we go out there?” “After Rhea’s promo calling out Charlotte” “got ya” you said getting tv ready still nervous.

When Rhea was done you, Trish, and Becks made your way to the ring as you sat at the commentary table. “Right here joining us at the commentary table we have Y/r/n with us, thank you for joining us” Michael Cole introduced you. “Thank you for having me Cole and Corey” you replied happily as Shayna’s theme started playing while her and Zoey walked out together. Cole looked over at you and asked “Y/r/n, have you seen the tension with Becky and Trish and who do you pick to go with?” When he asked that you froze in your tracks.

You looked over at Cole not knowing what to say so you had to think about it but before you could answer Graves yelled out “oh! What a brutal knee to Becky by Shayna Baszler” which turned the attention back to the match. Thank goodness for Graves that gave you time to avoid the question until you have to answer it when they did the promo after the match. While the match was still going you kept thinking about the advice Dakota Kai gave you; ‘listen to your heart it knows what you really want Y/n’ as you sighed sadly.

Becky tapped out to Shayna’s Kirafuda Clutch making you face palm and Trish shake her head disappointingly, Trish got two microphones handing one to Becky as you took the headset off joining them in the ring standing in the middle of both of them. Trish put the microphone to her mouth “sorry we didn’t get the win, we just lost the titles to Shayna and Zoey Stark” she said the last part pissed off looking straight at Becky. Becky put the microphone to her mouth looking at both you and Trish “I’m sorry guys, this one’s on me” she sighed.

Trish looked at Becky “so Becky I’m done I’m not gonna be wrestling that much longer anymore” she ‘cried’ to hide the fact that she was going to turn. “Y/r/n, honey who do you choose to go with? Leave with me? Or go with Becky?” Becky looked over at you but before she could talk Trish cut her off “she lost our match Y/r/n and look at what happened with her and Charlotte, do you really want to be around that honey?” She asked as Becky begged you to stay while the crowd was like ‘oohhhh’ at what Trish said.

While the advice that Dakota Kai gave you played in your head you didn’t even hesitate to pick Trish. Becky looked at the both of you distraught and confused and probably so many more emotions that you couldn’t read but would know if she told you. Before she could even ask you why Trish beat her up to the point to where she couldn’t move and was holding her ribs in pain, that right there was your and Trish’s heel turn. You was put in this storyline because you couldn’t wrestle because you hurt your leg when you got injured.

You got injured when you wrestled Sonya at a house show and you landed wrong on your leg causing you to wear a boot, but there’s no bad blood between you and Sonya. The love triangle ended because you was close to being healed soon so Adam had to start writing out your matches and your new storyline with Trish since the trio just now turned into a duo. You and Trish was booed by the fans as you both walked backstage together leaving a beat up Becky in the ring as medical staff walked past you to get her.

Over the past few weeks whenever Becky was around you Trish would rub it in her face that you chose her; she would hug you, put her arm around you, or hold your hands when telling you something, etc. petty stuff like that. Ever since that happened Becky’s been avoiding you and even stopped talking to you outside of wresting, you get it that it was a storyline but ignoring you outside of wrestling? That’s a bit over reacting to you, but who cares you’re not forcing her to talk to you, but it did hurt you a little bit.