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REBECCA QUIN WWE's resident steampunk supastar. 100% straight fire. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ independent becky lynch roleplay #bexellent

[barrysahllen-blog]

beckylynchwwe: Livin with sass, kickin some lass. #straightfire #beckybalboa #smackdown

[bexellent-blog]

Surefire way to make @armbxrs cranky? Post this photo publicly.         #iloveyou #butcantbecaged #straightfire

[embermvvn]

insp

[kelseywrestling]

wwe: Somebody was excited to Tour Florence this afternoon prior to #WWEFlorence @wwebige @beckylynchwwe @xavierwoodsphd

[bexellent-blog]

Starting on the#wrestlemaniarevengetour ! First stop, Milan #straightfire #styling@coolhandmma

[bexellent-blog]

The last time#machinegun and I were in LA at the same time we were broke as a joke, struggling to make it. Started from the bottom now we're here #Raw #bulletclub

[jimdrugfree]

[armbxrs]

“i’m just along for the ride, love. i enjoy seeing you succeed and i enjoy cheering you on.” and that was the truth. maybe he was a bit more humble than the average wrestler these days, but honestly? in his eyes? she had done it all by herself and he had just been there to provide the hugs (and eventually snogs) whenever something great happened to her. pressing another kiss to the top of her forehead, he pulled back a little, examining her swollen eye quickly. “come on, sushi roll. we prolly need to get that eye of yours checked out before we do anything else, yeah?”

[bexellent-blog]

the nickname drew out a tiny, soft, happy little noise from deep in becky’s chest. they might have always been the more playful couple, and often spoken to each other the way you would assume out of close friends, but whenever lucas would extend kindness or cuteness towards her? her heart melted. she was in love with the big-eared idiot, after all. “how bad does it look?” there was the worry in her tone; the feeling that he’d been distracting her from. grabbing for his hand now, though, her head tilted to he side enough to give him a better look - even though he likely couldn’t see anything with her mess of makeup as it was. 

[charlieflair]

[falliingapart]

He had been so proud of Becky, for the performance she had put on during the triple threat match at WrestleMania, that he had had tears in his eyes by the end.  He wanted a different result, but she had nothing to be ashamed of in his opinion.  He couldn’t help but think of that young girl who had showed up at the wrestling school he and Paul Tracey were leading, all of the hard work she had put in, the path she had blazed.  At one point, she had even walked away from wrestling.  And now she had been in a top billed match at the biggest pay-per-view of the year.  Fergal might have hemmed and hawed around about staying another day, just to tease her, but there was nowhere else he would have rather been than right there with her.  In the wake of her being stitched up, he had held her in his arms and put gentle kisses to the wounded area.  She was his hero.

Her voice drew his gaze to her face, brows raised slightly, before a smile settled on his face.  He brought her hand to his lips, brushing a kiss to the back of her knuckles.  “Aye, anything you want.  Should we find one of those places that mixes in all the candies?  Just ruin both of our abs.”  His usual amused giggle spilled from him as he sat up straight and patted his belly with his unoccupied hand.  “I think we’ve earned it, yeah?”

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Becky herself had been lost in looking at everything around them - always the slightly airy fairy one that winded up distracted far too easily and with her head up in the clouds. Fergal was a bit the same, she knew, but he was also a lot more grounded than she’d ever managed to be. It was the thing she’d always blamed in how he knew exactly where he wanted to be; what he was going to do and just how far he was going to go with it, while she’d been managed to be scared away. It was nothing big now, and never really had been then, but it was just.. one of many subtle differences between them. The fact that the simple kiss that he placed against the back of her hand could be the thing to wrangle back her thoughts some, bring her attention down to the real world.

She narrowed her eyes the moment that they rest on him, about ready to kick him under the table for his joke, but the giggle caught her under the chin. As it always did. He was far too beautiful for his own good, and a part of Becky was aware that he just had to know that. “I think that the bloody NXT Champion has earned just about anything his little Irish heart could desire. And that his abs wouldn’t be going anywhere if I fed you nothing but Guinness and potato in it all it’s forms for a freakin’ week.”

[gorgeousknightmare-a-blog]

[msg - bex]; it did. i mean, what i was feeling like how Rosa being pregnant made me feel weird and I had had it with her baby talk was because of that. [msg -bex]; I told him basically what was said on the show, I didn’t get into the details with him.  [msg-bex]; honestly…don’t know. gonna have to be because of what’s happening in five weeks.

[bexellent-blog]

[msg - raya]; and now that it’s out there it feels... not so much? because everyone knows? [msg - raya]; did he ask for details, or are you just not comfortable with giving them out? i understand that it’s a bit like.. it’s not just your life that suffered from it, aye? so it’s bit tricky to navigate with new partners.  [msg - raya]; you don’t have to be, raya. telling yourself that you have to be is about the quickest way to make sure that you’re not. 

[gorgeousknightmare-a-blog]

@bexellent [msg - bex]: I thought saying something would make me feel better. But it doesn’t, hormones perhaps?

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[msg - raya]; did it feel better at the time at all? [msg - raya]; did you tell him before all this came out, or did he find out from the show? [msg - raya]; are you okay?

[kelseywrestling]

beckylynchwwe: Rusev not impressed…. #bulgarianbrute #straightfire

[armbxrs]

[sunst0ne]

Her heart was made of liquid sunsets.

Virginia Woolf  (via seulray)

[kelseywrestling]

beckylynchwwe: I want some @itsmebayley #Raw

[bexellent-blog]

@exs-and-ohhs 

It was more than safe to say this past week had been.. exhausting. Exciting, yes. Utterly amazing to be a part of. But exhausting, none-the-less; both on a physical and mental plain of existence. And as much as a part of Becky had wished with all it had that this would never end? There was a much more immediate part to her that was so fucking glad for a chance to take a breath. It was following the Raw After Mania show, and she might have puppy dogged her way into making Fergal stay another day to spend time with her at tapings. Something that was admittedly not hard in the first place, but actually made even easier by the gnarly state of her face. A state that was completely on display with her lack of make-up and her tied back hair, but with the fellow Irishman’s hand rested comfortably in her own, she had the sneaking suspicion that her once-trainer and now love was pretty damn proud of her battle scars. 

“Do you think we could get some icecream or something?” her voice was soft, absent, “I haven’t had anything proper sweet since before the season started, and I don’t have to worry about looking all snappy in my Hall of Fame dress anymore.”