beckyylynchh

[beckyylynchh]

it'll be okay (ronda rousey x fem!reader)

pairing: ronda rousey x female!reader.

genre: angst with a twist of fluff.

warnings: ronda being annoying just a bit, the reader being sad, things like that yk.

note: this is an old fic that i wrote, so i edited it a bit.

NOT MY GIF!

“stop what you are doing, ronda!” i yelled at her. ronda then stopped and turned around, facing me.

she walked back to where i stood. “what are you going to do about it?” she challenged me.

“just please stop. you’re clearly doing the wrong thing” i said.

“how do you know what's wrong and right, huh? because the last time i checked you weren’t a wrestler, you were the one doing everyone's makeup and hair. you know absolutely nothing about this business” she replied.

“i know enough and i know the person i’m looking at right now isn't a real wrestler if she goes out there and does what the hell she wants to” i said, raising my voice with each word coming out of my mouth.

“i am a real wrestler” ronda responded, sounding hurt while hearing the truth.

“not if you interrupt others' show. that’s not a wrestler. that’s just a selfish bitch!” i mumbled, looking at ronda's angry face.

there were people looking confused at us as normally we were the perfect couple. “you’re embarrassing me, y/n” ronda whispered in my ear.

“you already embarrassed me” i whispered right back. ronda then took a good grip on my arm and dragged me into her locker room.

just as she had locked the door, she asked, “what do you mean about that?”

“about what?” i asked, already knowing the answer to her question.

“about me embarrassing you? you haven’t told me about it” she answered. i just stayed silent, looking down.

“y/n?” ronda said softly, coming closer to me. i looked up at her. ronda’s eyes softened when she saw tears starting to come in my eyes.

“what is it, love?” she asked as she took me in her safe arms.

“these people on the internet text me everyday, saying awful things about me, because we’re together. it’s so freaking annoying and i can’t take it anymore” i answered as more tears came out of my eyes.

ronda kissed my hair, taking me even closer to her warm body. “i'm sorry y/n. i have been so focused on wrestling, that i didn’t even notice you being so sad. i’m so sorry. i will do anything to help you do better again and i will personally write these stupid people a message, saying that if they don’t stop texting you, i will find them and with honor, teach them a very good lesson” ronda told me, taking my head in her hands.

“forgive me, please” she begged. i put my hand on her shoulder.

“you don’t need to say sorry. you’re just angry at some people. sadly you take it out on the wrong people. that’s the risk being here at wwe and you shouldn’t even think about saying sorry, alright?!” i responded.

ronda just smiled softly at me and kissed my lips. “you’re the absolute best. i love you so deeply” she said.

“don’t get too flirty, rousey” i replied, pecking her lips once again.

“but i love you too”

[beckyylynchh]

meant to be (becky lynch x fem!reader)

pairing: becky lynch x female!reader.

genre: kinda angsty with a bit of fluff.

warnings: fighting, wrestling, charlotte flair being a bitch, small mention of blood.

note: this is an old fic that i wrote, so i edited it a bit.

NOT MY GIF!

“Please just drop it, Sasha” I asked my friend, who was again telling me to give a certain person a chance beside our not so friendly past.

“But-”

“Listen, Becky is not even my friend, she’s basically my enemy. I don’t see a reason for you to think I have a crush on her” I said, interrupting her before she could speak.

Sasha then lightly chuckled.

“Girl, Becky is deeply in love with you and the same goes for you” Sasha responded as she crossed her arms over her chest. I just rolled my eyes at her while taking a deep sigh.

Then I gave her a smirk, making her look confused at me.

“Yeah, I’m also deeply in love with me too” I said and then walked out of the locker room with Sasha following me

“You know what I meant, dumbass!” She said while walking with me down the hallway as I had a match against Natalya in a few minutes.

“I really don’t know what you meant, Banks” I replied with a cheeky smile, making her groan in annoyance.

“You little-” as she was about to say something, a staff member called on me.

“Sorry, but I have a match to win. Wish me luck. Love you” I said and gave her a gentle hit on the shoulder as she watched me walking out to the ring.

Now it’s showtime

_

After hitting Natalya with my signature move, I quickly went over to her and lifted her leg in the air while the referee counted to three.

“One! Two! Three!” he yelled and then the arena went into big applause, making me smile widely.

The referee raised my hand and then I went out of the ring to take some pictures with fans as I was in a good mood.

Out of nowhere, someone from behind knocks me down on the floor, making the two teenage girls I was taking a picture with gasp.

I looked up at the person with my blurry eyes as my head had landed pretty hard on the floor. I guess from the blond hair look who had attacked me. 

The biggest bitch in the industry. Charlotte Flair.

“Aww, look at this little baby being all dizzy from one push” her annoying voice said.

“Fuck you” I mumbled, trying to kick her leg, but failed.

“I can’t hear you, honey” she said as she lifted her hand and slapped me across the face. I’m going to beat this bitch so badly.

“Can’t say anything?” She mocked me with the stupid smile of hers.

As Charlotte was trash talking to the fans, I had used all my strength and crawled over to the ring to take a chair.

I had then planned my attack and stood up from the ground, but when I was about to hit her, she spotted me which led her to kick the chair away and also right in my face.

Now I was back on the floor, tasting the blood from my now bruised lip. That shit hurt!

The bitch wasn’t done though as she took the chair that I had taken and then started hitting my back multiple times, making me scream out, both because of anger, but also because it hurt like hell.

She wasn’t stopping anytime soon as none of the stupid referees had come and tried to help me from this crazy woman.

Then a piece of some familiar music came through the speakers in the arena and I simply thought that now she also was going to hurt me even more as I saw her with my teary eyes, walking with a chair in her hand.

This doesn’t look good for me.

Just when I closed my eyes as I thought she was going to hit me, I heard a scream from Charlotte. I opened my eyes to see Charlotte getting hit by the chair many more times than I did. Fucking deserved asshole!

A referee then came to my side, helping me stand up as my back hurt like shit. The referee helped me backstage as Charlotte still was getting hit by the chair in front of thousands of people chanting together loudly.

“BECKY! BECKY! BECKY!”

_

I walked into the locker room with worried eyes on me as the referee left the room. The girls were silent, probably knowing that my head was hurt pretty badly.

“Do you need anything?” Alexa asked me with a concerned voice.

“No thanks. I’m fine” I answered with a small smile.

“You don’t like fine though” the one who had basically saved me said as she walked into the room with a mocking voice.

The one and only Becky Lynch.

“No one asked you” I responded and took a slurp from my water bottle.

Becky gave me a chuckle as she put her hands in her pockets and looked down at me.

“You should actually thank me. I saved your little pretty face from getting hurt even more” she said with her irish accent.

“Did I tell you to help me? No and you know what? I can handle myself” I replied, getting annoyed with her attitude.

“Well, it didn’t look like that a few minutes ago” she mumbled, walking backwards.

I groaned in annoyance and then went out of the locker room, not wanting to deal with her anymore.

_

1 week later:

I watched backstage, the stupid promo Charlotte was doing and where she was talking about how dumb I am and that she would have destroyed me if it wasn’t for Becky.

When I had enough of her small little talk, I walked into the arena with my music playing, making her stop using her idiotic voice.

“Are you a fan of me now? You’re always where I am, stalker!” Charlotte said in the microphone as the fans booed at her.

“I’m not a fan, Charlotte. You don’t even have fans, so stop trying so hard will you?” I responded and got inside the ring, making Charlotte step backwards and fans cheer.

“Also, I’m not always where you are. You’re the one following me around from place to place like that little bitch you are!” I added with a smirk as Charlotte looked pissed off.

“Now, the reason why I am here is simple. I would love to see you try to destroy me tonight” I said and then the crowd cheered loudly.

“So if you aren’t too afraid of me, accept this challenge. You and me tonight as the main event”

The crowd went even louder now and chanted “YES! YES! YES!”

Charlotte just shook her head and took the microphone to her mouth.

“I will not have a match with someone like you” she said while laughing evil.

“Someone like me? What am I like, huh?” I asked.

“You’re nothing, but a stupid little brat. You’re nothing, but a little shitty face and you’re nothing, but a big fat ass bitch” Charlotte answered, yelling into the microphone.

“You’re so funny, Charlotte Flair” I said as I chuckled a bit.

Charlotte gave me a confused look.

“You think you have humor? Accept this challenge and see if you get any humor left after I beat that stupid face off you!” I said calmly, but threatening to her face.

Charlotte almost growled at me like a wild lion while the crowd once again chanted and yelled loudly.

“Fine. I accept. Get ready to lose, bitch” she said. The crowd went even wilder now.

“Good girl” I mumbled and gave her a smirk and wink as I went out of the ring. Just before I stepped backstage, I took the microphone to my mouth.

“I’ll see you later tonight. Until then, don’t miss me too much, sweetheart”

_

 When I came backstage, I took my water bottle and was about to head to the cafeteria, but was stopped by an irish red haired woman named Becky.

“Why did you challenge her?” she asked and sounded kinda annoyed.

“She attacked me last week and thought she could get away with it, but I’m not that type of person, so of course I had to challenge her” I answered with confidence in my voice.

“Still, there’s no need to challenge her and get more hurt!” 

“Why is it such a big problem that I challenged her, Becky?” I asked.

Becky then crossed her arms over her chest and just stared at me without answering me.

“Oh, now you’re not speaking. What a surprise, Lass Kicker” I said, half  and half not mocking her.

“You know what? Fuck you!” she responded and came closer to me. I laughed a bit at her while shaking my head.

My eyes then meet hers again.

“Fuck you too, Rebecca!” I mumbled and walked away, before it got worse between us. What the hell was her problem anyway?

_

I was casually doing my interview with Charly before my match, but then I felt a chair once again hitting my back just like last week.

“What’s up, bitch?! I don’t think you can fight me now, huh?” Charlotte’s stupid voice mocked me.

“Get the fuck away from me” I yelled and tried to kick her legs like last week. I’m kinda getting a deja vu. Sadly.

Charlotte just laughed at me and began to throw the chair onto my back again, again and again.

I thought this would never end, but one person luckily came to help. 

The Man.

Becky kicked Charlotte in the stomach and took the chair from her hands, starting to hit Charlotte until she was crawling away, crying for help.

I tried to stand me, but my legs wouldn't work with me, making me fall back down on the floor in pain. 

“I’ll help you” the irish accent said and I was suddenly lifted in a bridal way in her arms. I automatically threw my arms around her neck, not wanting to fall out of her arms.

Becky then walked inside the medical room and placed me down on a small bed. 

“There you go,” she mumbled.

Becky sat down on a chair, watching me getting checked on by the medics.

“Can I still fight tonight?” I asked.

“You’re clear to go, but you just need to be a little careful” I was told

I gave the medics a small smile, thankful that I could still smash Charlotte’s head off tonight.

As the medics left the room, only Becky and I were there. I kept my mouth shut as I didn’t really know what to say. 

“Uhm, thank you for helping me” I mumbled while Becky just nodded. We weren’t really the best to make small talk. 

There was awkward silence for a minute or two, before Becky broke it.

“I hate you so much. You made me worry, idiot!” 

“I’m sorry for being attacked,” I said with irony in my voice.

“You better be!” she replied very seriously.

“I was being ironic, Becky” I said as I stood up from the bed and was about to walk out of the room, but before I could do that, Becky came in my way in front of the door.

“I have to change for my match, so please move aside”

“Can’t you see that I’m trying to take care of you?” she yelled with anger.

“I can take care of myself, now more” I yelled back at her, but then she took a good grip on my wrist.

“Let go, I have to get ready for-” I got interrupted when I felt her lips on mine.

At first I was a bit shocked, but when I realized that she was really kissing me, I kissed her back. 

Her hands on my waist while mine were behind her neck in a hot, but sweet kiss.

We were standing and kissing for as long we could, before we both needed air and rested our foreheads against each other.

She sent me a smile, making me smile back at her. She then quickly pecked my lips.

“I don’t want Charlotte to hurt you again,” she said and caressed my cheek.

“Trust me, I won’t get hurt, she will!” I responded as a smirk made it to my mouth.

Becky then raised her eyebrows and also got a smirk on her face.

“What are you waiting for then? Go kick her ass!”

_

As Charlotte and I were going back and forth towards each other for 15 minutes, I got her arm and took her down on the mat.

Then I did the Dis-Arm-Her. Becky’s submission move.

Charlotte was screaming in pain and after a few seconds, she tapped out, making me smile widely.

Take that bitch!..

I stood up as I looked at the crowd chanting my name while the referee was holding my hand in the air. I was about to get out of the ring when Becky’s music hit the speakers in the arena.

I smiled a bit to myself, thinking about our moment earlier today, hoping not many people would catch it.

Becky walked down the ramp and got inside the ring with a microphone.

“Congrats on your win” she said and held her hand out. I matched her smirk as I shook her hand.

“We’ll see each other very soon” Becky added, giving me a wink and walked out of the ring while the fans were cheering, not accepting to see the two so-called enemies shaking hands and not ripping each other's heads off.

They don’t know a lot of things happening backstage, you thought to yourself with a smile.

_