Izzy

Temper Masterlist

Thea O’Neil, 17 y.o., junior

Thomas (Tommy) O’Neil, 17 y.o, junior. Adopted brother

Lucas O’Neil, 19 y.o, Graduated, Adoptive older brother

Courtney James, 17 y.o, junior, Best friend

summary: a nasty man hits on you, your fiancé comes to your rescue

This was the last thing you wanted. You aren’t normally a partygoer, but this was a large and important event. All you wanted was to sit at the bar, maybe talk to a few friends, and have a few drinks. Most definitely not be surrounded by men, drunk and handsy men.

One particular man was getting too handsy for your liking. His large hand slowly goes farther up your thigh. You grab his wrist and throw it off you in disgust. “Look I’ve been overly polite but you need to stop sir. I’m here with somebody.”

Trying to stand up from your seat, the gross man who smelt of cheap alcohol despite being in a very high class bar, placed both his arms on both sides of you on the bar. Trapping you between him and the bar, him getting closer to you. “Aww c’mon sweetie don’t be like that. If you're here with a man where he is, what man is stupid enough to leave such a pretty pretty girl here by herself?”

Unbeknownst to you, your savior had seen what was happening from where she had been standing talking to one of her bosses. She came and sat on the bar stool next to you. After hearing the drunken man’s speech to you she stepped in. “Is there a problem here, ma’am?”

Turning your head to look over at who interjected, you let out a sigh in relief. Seeing her give you a look, you easily play along. “Nope, no problem here. I’m just talking to my girl. Now if you will leave us be, that would be much appreciated.” Your drunken assailant spoke rudely to your savior.

Your savior pushed some of her dark black hair out of her face, and looked both of you up and down. She pulled her phone out of her coat pocket, and turned on her lock screen and looked back at you. “Wait, she is your girl? Huh that’s funny because she looks exactly like my fiancé. Don’t you think so?” She turns her Lock Screen towards the man, whose eyes go wide. He looks back at you, and his jaw drops when you raise your hand, that’s when he finally notices the giant rock on your left ring finger. He stammers for a couple seconds before the dark haired woman reiterated, “She’s my girl, so scram, before I get security. Or before I knock you out myself.” And with that, the dirty man fled from your view.

You immediately stepped into your saviors waiting arms. “Sonya, I think you made him pee himself.” You giggle into her neck, as she hugs you closer.

“Good, serve him right for being a drunk piece of shit.” You hear the growl in her voice, obviously sick of the man.

You pull her face down to make her look at you. “Hey I’m right here. Thank you for being my knight in a very hot suit. I love you.” Reaching up to kiss her, she relaxes just a bit at that.

“No need to thank me, I’m just doing my job. But let’s get out of here, I want you to take this hot red suit off of me.” Whispering her wish in your ear followed by a small bit on your ear, your skin starts to flush and not because of the drinks you’ve had.

Sonya Deville

Incorrect Quotes Pt.1

Knight in a Suit

Becky Lynch

You’re in my Seat

Rhea Ripley

Sonya Deville Edition

How come no one told me how freaking hot she is???

Sonya: Okay, truth or dare? 

Y/N : Truth 

Sonya: How many hours have you slept this week? 

Y/N : 

Y/N : ...Dare 

Sonya: Go to bed. 

Y/N : I don't like this game.

Sonya: Is something burning? 

Y/N : Just my love for you. 

Sonya: Y/N , the toaster is on fire.

Y/N: Can I bother you for a second? 

Sonya: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

Sonya, going over Y/N's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you're creative. 

Y/N : Yes 

Sonya: Okay...may I know what you create? 

Based on this post :https://at.tumblr.com/dialouge-prompts/thats-not-funny-i-think-its-hilarious/0e0jguqo6c07

Rhea Ripley x Reader.         Becky Lynch x Platonic!Reader

Rhea sat behind you, to where you could only see her through the mirror placed in front of you. You were sitting in hair and makeup getting ready for your match against Bianca tonight. You had just finished telling Rhea and your hairstylist a story that you thought was pretty traumatic from when you were younger. All the Aussie could do was laugh hysterically, falling sideways onto the couch with tears rolling down her face. At least Laney your hairstylist could keep somewhat of a straight face.

“That’s not funny Rhea. I’m pretty sure it caused me so brain issues. Like you’re laughing at your girlfriend who could have brain issues and not even know it.”

Once Rhea calmed down slightly she was able to get out a sentence before she started dying of laughter once again. “You’re right that’s not funny, I think it’s hilarious.” Even this time Laney couldn’t keep her composure. Soon 3 of your other friends walk into the room to get their hair and makeup down. Asuka taking a seat next to a hysteric Ripley, Bianca on the couch on the opposite wall, and your best friend since the day you started your professional career in wrestling, Becky Lynch sat right next to you.

Becky spun her chair around to face the still laughing so called “nightmare”. “Aye, what happend to the big scary one back there?”

Rolling your eyes at the fact that you’re going to probably end up retelling the story you just told your girlfriend. You sighed in defeat. “I told her a story of something that happened to me when I was a child. And yes before you ask me to tell it I already knew you were gonna do that so I’m just gonna get it over with.”

You looked around and everyone was attentive towards you, rhea even managed to stop laughing for a short period of time, just enough to hear you retell this story that caused her tears in the first place.

“So, when I was about 5 or 6, my mom and I had lived with my grandma and 2 younger aunts in this really big house. We had this amazing black fluffy Newfoundland named Charlie, and he was like my favorite pet in the world. So one day I was walking out of my room to go downstairs to find my grandma, well I had just seen Charlie walk down the stairs, and well you know how they walk down stairs. So me being the curious little child I was decided to try and walk down this flight of stairs like a dog.” You could hear snorts coming from all the women in the room as they could only picture what would happen next. “So this flight of stairs had at least 30 stairs, and I had only made it down like 7 of the 30 stairs safely. I ended up tripping on the rug we had on the stairs and proceeded to tumble down the rest of them.”

Rhea was once again in tears along with Asuka and Bianca, Becky just laughing at you, expecting nothing less from a younger you. “So by the time I stopped I landed on my head on this really hard ground at the bottom of the steps, and you want to know what the dog does? Mind you he literally sat and watched me fall down these stairs, he came over to me sniffed around me then proceeded to sit one me. This 100 pound dog came and sat on me and I weighed at most 45 pounds. Some being me I started yelling for my grandma who at the time couldn’t hear me because she was outside mowing the lawn. So moral of the story her girls,I could have major brain damage, and here you all are laughing at me.” Pouting and crossing your arms as everyone in the room are in hysterics with Bianca somehow managing to end up on the floor and rhea thrashing around wildly. Becky leans over and rubs your arm.

Y’all this is my first fic, pls go easy on it it’s my baby. I literally fell in love with Becky Lynch so quickly and I’m constantly on her X reader tab just to find new stuff so I thought ide try my hand at writing. The bold is the dialogue prompt I found. All credit goes to the owner, though I’m not sure who it is because I found the prompt in a random google doc and thought ide use it. So if you know who owns it pls tag them. Lots of Love.

Becky Lynch x Reader “What's that look for?” Becky Lynch looked up at you, after seeing your shadow block out the light.

“...You’re in my seat.” You replied, slightly scared of the fiery wrestler.

“Well I’m not moving, so either stop being a little bitch about it, and get another seat, or sit in my lap.” The red headed Irish woman took you by shock with her reply.

You have had a crush on the champion for quite some time. Actually ever since you joined the professional wrestling world three years ago. Once you had finally moved up to Raw, you tried your hardest to be friends with her, the only conversations you would have with The Man would always end up in her flirting and you flustered. You never thought that she would ever reciprocate the feelings you have for her. But maybe she did, but who are you kidding? That was just her personality, there is no way she would like you. Not when she is the Women's Champion, and you’re just a newer, younger, protogé. Little did you know though, that she enjoys the conversations you both have, and notices the effect she has on you. You have been the reason for some of her sleepless nights, just wondering what life with you could possibly be like. She enjoyed your nature and the aura that surrounds you, likening how it’s so different from her commanding fiery spirit.

“What?!” And once again, Lynch has been able to cast you flustered with one simple sentence.

Becky, not wasting any time, responds so coolly, yet panicking on the inside. “You heard me. I don’t care what you chose, but hurry it up, we don’t have all day.” At that point in time you're pretty sure your heart just pushed your brain out of the way, all thoughts about what could possibly happen in the future with this decision. Yet you pushed away all the negative and focused on the positive that came along, when you sat down on her lap.

Becky was in shock, she didn’t expect you to actually go through with that choice.  Reeling her head back in shock she asks you one question,” You comfortable lass?”

You, just deciding that whatever happens from here on out happens, so fuck it. “Quite actually. I think I should sit here more often. Though I think some people here might get a little jealous.” Wrapping one arm around her shoulder and messing with a strand of her curly orange hair, you busy yourself with looking anywhere but in her brown eyes.

“Oh well, that’s their loss they ain’t it. A pretty girl like you should just be sitting on anybody's lap, not unless they deserve it.” Her hand reaches around you back to squeeze your waist, watching the affect her touch has on you.

Finally looking into her deep brown eyes, you bite back,” Oh and you think you deserve it?” Messing around with the necklace around her neck helps your fidgeting calm down so you could hopefully keep up your badass attitude.

“Oh yeah I deserve it. You know why?” Shaking your head no at her question, you shiver when her free hand comes up to rest on your cheek. Becky pulls your face close to hers, you can smell her minty breath, her mouth just a couple inches away from yours. “Because I can get you to throw all cares out the window, and because we both know that we’re the only ones with our eyes set on each other.”

“So what you're saying is that we’re destined?” You both slowly get closer to each other, that is until The Man finally pulls you into her for a deep kiss. A kiss filled with all the words left unspoken between each other. Finally breaking apart after the need for oxygen became a necessity Becky spoke in a whisper as you two weren’t that far away, your lips still brushing when either one speaks.

“What I’m saying is that you and I are going to go on a date, after our matches are over, and not only that, but I’m going to be redoing our first kiss, because as much as I love the whole kissing you while you sit on my lap thing, we can save that for another time,” she smirked at the blush that crept up your face,” because you deserve the perfect night, with the perfect first kiss.” Sitting in silence for a few minutes thankful that one has walked past, or became witness to the very intimate moment.

That silence was broken when you spoke up,” So you’re telling me that you like me? Like actually like me.”