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Rest and Recharge - Rhea Ripley x Reader

Alrighty, I decided to write a little something to test the waters. Listened to some Stereo Honey and remembered this photo exists. Here we are.

A little 600 word drabble for you: Rest and Recharge - Rhea Ripley x Reader

(My first language isn't English lol just a heads up)

No warnings, just fluff

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You startled awake out of your peaceful slumber, feeling the mattress beneath you move. As you turn around you realise what the source is: Your girlfriend Demi let herself fall onto the bed face first with a heavy, long sigh. You knew she just got back from her morning session at the gym, instead of doing something productive like that you decided to say in bed, sleep and wait for her to return.

"Somebody looks tired," you look at her over your shoulder, the sight of her face buried between the pillows making you smile. Sure, she was probably getting sweat on your shared bed, but the sheets needed a wash anyway. It also helps that she looks insanely attractive after her workouts.

"Never," she mumbles into the pillow, moving to hug it and curl up with a groan. You could finally see her face, her eyes were closed and her hair was messy from plopping onto the bed.

"If you need to rest and recharge it's alright to admit and do that, you know."

At this point you were fully facing her, one of your hands finding its way to her hair to go through it and scratch her head. You moved a bit closer, almost feeling her breath on you chest.

"Mhm."

"You're literally about to fall asleep."

Her body turns around so she lays on her back, eyes shot open, "no."

You chuckle at her antics, putting your head on her shoulder. You can hear claws on the wooden floor coming closer, you look towards the doorframe and see Barry walk up to the bed and jump on it. The dog decides to lay on Demi's chest, promptly curling up and falling asleep right there.

After petting Barry for a second you sit up with a yawn, hugging the blanket as you do,"even Barry agrees. You can take a nap and I will go make us breakfast, alright?"

It wasn't often that Demi allowed others to see her all exhausted, sure, she would admit to being tired, but never did she not power through it. Normally the only way to get her to take a break is through forcing her to take it with you. Obviously Demi wouldn't just take a nap herself, but if you wanted to take one she'd be there to cuddle you to sleep. Today was different though, you could see how absolutely done she was after this week.

Demi tries to resist the offer, but her tired body reminds her of how right you are. It's not like she had much of a choice with Barry on her like that.

"Alright, but don't allow me too sleep TOO long," she yawns, pulling the blanket over herself.

"Sure thing."

After that comment you most definitely took all the time you had to get ready and prepare some food.

As you stood in the kitchen finishing up, the bedroom door creaks open and a somewhat refreshed Demi walks out.

"Y/n."

"Yes?"

"I slept an hour and a half- that's not a powernap anymore."

"Do you feel better?"

She smiles, not being able to hide that, yes, you were right, a little break did actually help. "I do, but-"

"No but! You deserved that nap."

Still not being able to hide her smile she walks over to you, snaking her arms around your waist from behind.

"I hate how right you are about this."

She gives you a little kiss on your cheek, holding you tight as she buries her head into your neck. After another quick kiss to your neck she lets go, allowing you to hand her her plate.

I was wondering if you could do a comforting fic for rhea ripley. With everything going on in the world and finals right now something comforting would be nice. If not, that's fine. Have a nice day :)

You know what, anon? You are absolutely right. I hope I understood your request correctly and that you enjoy this! Thank you for the request, I appreciate it <3

I wrote this after writing my biggest final today so I hope my brain didn't sneak any grammar mistakes in, oops.

Rippling - Rhea Ripley x Reader

1310 words

(The necklaces mentioned are visible in the picture above, in case you don't know what I'm talking about. I know she probably doesn't wear them non stop, but who cares)

Warnings: maybe nudity? nothing sexual happens, though

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Today was tough, really tough, you just didn't wanna deal with anybody's shit anymore. At first you thought being alone would be the cure to the ailment that is your I'm-so-done-with-everyone state, but when you drive past her apartment complex on your way home from work you had no choice but to stop and visit your girlfriend Demi.

It was a surprise visit, for sure, but the closer you got to her door the more you knew all you wanted to do was hug her and kiss her and do nothing besides be near her for the rest of the night. Maybe longer if you could.

As you walked down the hall towards the door you saw her already, she was walking home, as well, but she took the stairs instead of the elevator. Demi looks up, having just fished her keys out of her backpack. She sees you, but it takes her a second look to stop and realise it's actually you before sending you a smile.

"Heeey,"she whispers, opening her arms to you. Subconsciously you walk faster, like your body is carrying you without thought towards the spot it wants to be in most.

"Hi" Your face hits her shoulder, but it doesn't hurt, her sweatshirt is nice and soft and as soon as its scent hits you your body goes from stiff to wobbly, letting you realise how sore you actually are.

With how tightly she held you her actions did not match her words when she asked if you wanted to go inside, even once you two moved you still stayed holding each other. Sure, it was a clumsy affair, but it was obvious that Demi needed this hug as much as you did.

Once you made it inside you parted, but only to get any uncomfortable things like bags or jackets off. Sighs and huffs and other sounds and exclamations of tiredness came from both of you as you moved around the apartment. Demi decided to light up some candles on the shelves by the couch, their light replaced any harsh lighting that would only make your strained eyes feel worse.

It did not take long until you both found yourself on the couch. You laid on top of Demi, feeling her chest rise and fall beneath you, your position on her side giving you perfect view of the necklaces around her neck. Her arms made you feel save as she held you, nothing in the world could pry you from her grip, no matter how gentle she was with you.

Your hand went up towards her neck, stopping at the little dagger necklace she always wore, picking it up and playing with it, looking at it from every angle. It got a little entangled with the necklace with the "Rhea" pendant, so you carefully detangle them. You could see Demi smile a bit as you do so, her hand starting to stroke your back under your shirt.

"You know," you say, looking up, "we don't barely do this enough."

Your voice was quiet, it felt awfully wrong to disrupt the comfort of this scene with any noise.

Demi cleared her throat and replied just as quietly, shifting a bit to face you better, "I know, we're both way too busy at the moment."

Now with her hoodie off, you noticed something about Demi. Normally you would not care, but being this close to her right now, you could help but mention it.

"Babe, did you go to the gym today?"

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at you, "yeah?"

"No offense, but I can smell that."

Demi chuckled, the vibrations of her chest evident in yours, too, being pressed against her so tightly.

"Hm, how about," she thought for a second,"we take a bath again?"

The last time the both of you took a bath together was quite a while ago, she was staying over at your place for a while and you both still needed to get clean. After deciding a shower together would be impractical you decided on a little bubble bath. Turns out: taking a bath together can easily lead to someone (you) accidentally falling asleep against Demi's chest, something you had become quite accustomed to in your years together.

"Yes, but you already know I might just start snoring."

You got up from the couch with a groan, your muscles protesting every move. Taking the candles with you into the bathroom, you turned on the faucet and added some bubble bath to the water.

"Demi, water is running, come here."

She sounded a lot like you while getting up, but she made it to the bathroom eventually. Surprisingly her hands landed on your shoulders, moving some fabric aside and starting to message them for you. This time the sounds you made were groans of relaxation as her fingers worked your poor, stressed muscles.

"I don't know what you did at work today, but I feel every single tense spot," she says, only stopping her movements to kiss the skin on your shoulder.

"Aren't you the one working on growing your shoulders?" you asked, thinking about her last Instagram posts. You loved her strength, the way she consistently worked on it. However, tender moments like these made your heart melt even more.

She let her hands move down to help you take off your shirt, having noticed the water level in the tub,"fair."

You could almost hear the smile in her voice as you both undressed, her getting in first and once again letting you sit between her legs and against her chest.

The water felt like a lovely hug, your skin welcoming the warmth and comfort from both the steaming bath and your girlfriend behind you. Finding a comfortable spot, the nape of your neck rests against Demi's shoulder, her hand combing through your hair as you hum from relaxation.

"I have to say- this was a great idea from me," her voice is quiet again, her breath hitting your skin as she speaks.

"It was."

Lots of the bubble piles (maybe you added a bit much of the stuff ) found their way onto yours and Demi's skin, tickling a bit as some bubbles burst. Demi scoops up some water with her hand, pouring it over your head to get your hair wet, using her other hand to prevent it from getting on your face.

"Wanna wash each others hair again?"she asks, her skins already grazing your scalp, making you hum in approval.

You turn around to face her, grabbing the shampoo bottle as you do so, "I'll start."

There was no choice but to laugh as she clumsily dipped her head forward into the water right in front of you, getting her hair wet. Her hands rubbed over her face to get the water out if the way before you raise your arms towards her.

"You never take that off, do you?"you point towards her necklaces as you scoop up some of the shampoo foam that ran down her neck.

"Should I?" her hand goes to touch it, but going back to laying on your hip right after.

"No, they look great on you."

Demi smiles, enjoying your words and the feeling of your actions in this endeavour to get clean but also to relax and make each other almost fall asleep in each others touch.

Nobody actually fell asleep at the end- both of you felt a lot better after the bath and the time spent so close together. Of course you didn't just go home after that, instead you two got comfortable on the couch again and watched some TV, now with a tiny bit more energy.

The evening ended with both of of you laughing as you cuddled, making jokes and enjoying the ability to just be alone with each other for a while.

judgement day

pairing: rhea ripley x reader

summary: you shock the wwe universe by joining judgement day with rhea.

Rhea's heel turn and newfound alliance with Judgement Day had shocked a lot of people. It seemed that she was leaving behind all of her past ties and relationships. Whispers were that you'd be the next one dropped. You had never held a championship, nor were you anywhere close to one, so Rhea had no reason to want you around. Everywhere you went, someone seemed to believe they needed to warn you about Rhea's treachery. That was why, when the two of you finally met in the ring, your moment was all the sweeter.

"Bravo, Y/n!" Rhea said as she stepped into the ring. You stood up and stepped away from your opponent's body. "A well-deserved win."

"What do you want?" Rhea stepped well into your personal space, but you didn't back away from her. She held her hand out for you to take, which was when it began to click with the crowd what she wanted. You waited and let the excitement build before looking regretfully back at your opponent and taking her hand. Rhea smirked as she lifted your arm up into the air to celebrate your win.

The two of you left the ring together and went backstage. Away from the cameras and noise of the crowd, the two of you had a moment to relax. Judgement Day was going to be your ticket to glory, and now you got to do it with Rhea by your side. You could, for the moment, stop worrying about Rhea turning on you. It seemed that the same thought flashed across Rhea's mind as she mirrored your relieved look.

"There you two are. Our new muscle and her eye candy," Damian teased, grabbing onto your bicep. Rhea swatted his hand away from you as she wrapped her arms around your waist. "Edge has big plans for the two of you. Especially you Y/n."

"I'm sure that he does, but right now, I've got plans for Y/n that don't include you being anywhere near us," Rhea told him. Damian said bye to you and playfully shoulder checked Rhea as he left the two of you alone. "Speaking of plans, we should get out of here. You took a big step tonight, that deserves some celebration."

"Sure, that's why you want to leave," you smirked. Rhea didn't even bother trying to defend herself. If you really had a problem with her plan, you would have made it very obvious.

Maybe a imagine about the reader helping rhea dye her hair 👀

Did you read my mind, anon? Literally as I woke up on Monday and saw the hair I had that concept in my head and hoped someone would request that, so thanks!

I hope you like it <3

Change - Rhea Ripley x Reader

1011 words

Warnings: none

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Demi was no stranger to dyeing her hair, but this time it was so last minute she couldn't possibly have gotten an appointment at a salon.

So what does one do when a few days before Wrestlemania Backlash you get the idea to dye your hair for your first appearance as a member of judgement day? Exactly, you ask your girlfriend for help with that plan.

You, as said girlfriend, sat on the couch, waiting for Demi to get back from the mall where she wanted to find some decent hairdye. The horrors of box dye are very clear, so it's worth the effort and money to make sure it won't completely destroy her hair.

The door opens and Demi walks in, a little plastic bag in hand. "Turns out, a new shop opened just for professional hair-stuff, so I probably have more than we'll actually need."

You walk over to her, taking one of the bag handles to hold it open and look inside. Along with the dye she bought a bowl for mixing, two brushes and even some overpriced gloves.

Looking up at her, you put your free hand on her shoulder,"you are aware that we have rubber gloves in the kitchen drawer right?"

Her eyes look towards the kitchen for a second before they land back on you,"maybe I forgot about that."

A chuckle escapes you as you grab the bag from her and walk towards the bathroom. Demi walks after you, grabbing something to drink for both of you on the way.

"You can set up, I'll find something to wear that I don't mind staining."

While you were gone to get a random old hoodie Demi put everything in place, reading instructions and figuring out how to avoid disaster.

"Babe, how are we gonna do the sides of my head?"

You look at her, poking at her hair in the mirror, obviously worried about the skin around and underneath it.

"Uh-" you grab one of the brushes and go through her hair with your other hand," we'll be really really careful?"

Both of you put on a pair of gloves, you standing behind Demi as she sat on a stool in front of the sink and mirror. She hands you one of the bowls of dye, giving you full responsibility over the back of her head.

She looks at you through the mirror with a smile,"have fun back there."

You take a deep breath and exhale with a sigh, "let's go."

Both of you kind of clumsily slather the longer bits up top, but she left the more delicate bits on the sides to you. Her argument being that your fine motor skills are better, but in reality she both wanted to play DJ and make a Spotify playlist and she liked looking at you concentrate. Besides, it is easier when only one person has to concentrate on not messing up.

With your body slouched over you held her head in place and carefully went over the short hair with the brush.

"You're doing great,"she says, putting her phone on the counter.

Her voice was basically right next to your ear, surprising you. "Shhh, I'm concentrating."

Demi chuckles slightly, still watching you through the mirror, "alright, sorry."

From there on out she would whisper if you were very close to her, often times being too quiet in light of the music still playing.

You finished the last bit of her hair, standing up straight and stretching your limbs with a groan,"this pain better be worth it, babe."

"We'll see in-" she grabs the bottle of hairdye, checking the instructions," 30 minutes."

Demi goes to grab your now ungloved hands, pulling you closer and in front of her making you sit on her lap, facing her.

Such a nice little activity for you two is exactly what you needed, things have been busy and soon Demi would have to leave again. Of course you're happy for her, but you also miss her a lot every time she leaves.

"You're gonna look badass out there, make me proud, yeah?"

"When don't I?"

Demi rests her hands on your hips, her eyes searching for yours as she smiles softly. She knew you didn't like her traveling so much, but she also knew you loved her incredibly much.

"You're right, you'll be amazing."

As you cleaned up the mess left on the counter and in the sink the two of you enjoyed the music playing in the background, however the playlist was soon interrupted by the timer Demi set for the dye going off.

It was a sight to behold, for sure, you having told Demi to hold her head over the edge of the bathtub so you could rinse out her hair. A towel laid across her shoulders as she held onto the side if the tub.

"It said cold water, so, that's your warning," you said, holding the shower head over your hand for a second to test the temperature.

Demi's voice was accompanied by a little echo from the bathtub," hit me."

You began rinsing her hair, going through it with your hands as you did, watching the dye flow down with the water.

"Almost done."

"Good," Demi makes a disgusted sound," there's dye being washed into my mouth."

Laughing, you turn off the water and take the towel from her shoulders to put it over head and help her up.

She starts drying her hair with the towel, still sitting on the ground with you. After patting her face one last time she puts the towel to the side and looks at you.

"What do you think?"

You smile at her widely, clapping your hands a bit. She looked amazing- she looked scorching hot, actually, she was gonna drive everyone crazy on Sunday.

"I can't possibly put into words how great it looks!"

Demi leans forward to put her arms around you and kiss you on the cheek, holding you tight as she whispers in your ear, "maybe you should do my hair more often, then."

a friend

pairing: rhea ripley x reader

summary: rhea apologizes after hearing about your breakup

follows this.

Life was a lot harder without your best friend in it. Sure, you had other friends, but there was so much that you wanted to share with Rhea that you couldn't. Rhea had hurt you, and in retaliation you had hurt her as well. The longer you stayed in your relationship, the clearer that revelation became. It was why things with Liv hadn't lasted very long in the long run.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want us to end up enemies. I meant it when I said I like you Y/n."

Liv's words echoed in the back of your head. They had for the past week and a half. Holing yourself up in your apartment didn't make for a very healthy healing process. You couldn't talk to Rhea, so there was nobody that you wanted to talk to. It was silly and childish, especially since other friends had left concerned messages for you. Word travelled quickly, but not as quickly as you would have hoped.

It took Rhea two whole weeks after your breakup to come see you. She had been avoiding you at work, which was difficult to do when she faced you at live events. A tense ring was not a good one to work in, and you were honestly surprised that neither of you had managed to accidentally hurt the other. Rhea had hurt you though, just not in the physical sense.

"Hey Y/n," Rhea said softly as she approached you. You looked up from the weight machine you were using briefly to acknowledge her. "Can I say a few things?"

"Nothing that's gonna cause a scene," you told her. Rhea nodded and kneeled down next to you.

"I'm sorry about how I've been acting. It wasn't easy to see you guys together, and I can't help but feel like maybe I'm at fault for your breakup a little. You shouldn't have been upset about your relationship, you should have been celebrating it with your friends. I'm sorry I wasn't a good friend."

"I'm sorry that I picked the one person I knew would hurt you the most. That wasn't exactly being a good friend either," you apologized. Rhea rubbed the back of her head as she shifted to maintain her balance. "Your knee again?"

"Yeah, and it was leg day today. I don't know when you came in, but I can give you a ride when you want to go," Rhea offered. You had come in with someone else, but you doubted that they'd mind leaving on their own.

"I'd like that. Let me get in a couple more sets and a shower, then I'll be ready." Rhea smiled at your acceptance to her offer. She wandered around the gym while she waited for you to get finished. When you got to the front doors, you found her saw pulled around front and blaring music from the speakers. Rhea turned the music down when she saw you and scrambled out of the car to get the door for you. "What a gentleman."

"You did arms, I'm sure they're sore. I've seen how much you've been lifting lately," Rhea complimented. Strength had never been something that came easily for you. You were one of the quicker and more agile girls. With the introduction of more girls like Rhea, who had both strength and agility, you had to start stepping up your game. Eventually, your moves would get a bit boring.

"I have to do something to keep up. Somebody likes throwing me around like a ragdoll," you teased. Rhea ducked her head down, but you could see the tips of her ears turning red. You chuckled and plucked her snapback from the top of her head as you got into the car.

The two of you were pretty quiet in the car for the duration of the ride. Rhea tapped her fingers along to the songs that played from her playlist. It was a bit heavier than what you usually listened to, but you didn't mind it. Especially not with the headbanging at redlights, which you deemed absolutely adorable. You realized that you weren't going to "get over" Rhea anytime soon, but you'd happily accept her friendship over not having her in your life at all.

"This is my stop," you said as Rhea pulled into your driveway. She took your bag up to your door for you, walking behind you. "Thanks for the ride."

"No problem, thanks for hearing me out." Rhea shifted awkwardly on her feet. You shot her a reassuring smile as you took your gym bag from her. When you backed away to go inside, Rhea grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards her. There was a moment when you could feel the hesitation. Then, it all melted away as Rhea closed the distance between the two of you. The kiss was relatively quick, but not rushed. Chaste, but still fulfilling its purpose. "I'll see you tomorrow. We can do abs together. I've hated doing them on my own."

"Um, bye," you mumbled to yourself. Rhea was halfway to her car already. She waved at you from behind the steering wheel, which was when you realized that she had meant to kiss you. It was only after you waved back at her that Rhea even started her car. You turned to go inside, hiding the ridiculous grin on your face. Rhea liked you, and it was entirely possible for you to be together.

Reader joins rhea in judgement day please😏

Can do, anon!

Really sorry- this is kinda short, but! there is an amazing fic by @naturalxselection on here that kinda also fits your request, just in case you haven't seen it yet :) I still hope you enjoy this, though!

And a quick general note: I am kinda behind on requests, this one already took me a bit longer, so just bear with me as I wrap up some school stuff before I have more free time!

Disguises - Rhea Ripley x Reader

607 words

Warnings: none

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Rheas newest role as The Eradicator in Judgement Day surely brought interesting things with it. The hairdye, for one, which was a lovely visual experience, but also the change of character.

Obviously people didn't enjoy the breakup of Liv for Brutality, many argue Liv doesn't deserve the unfair treatment given to her by Judgement Day, but that's not for you to judge.

After the announcement by the faction that they are more than happy to have more people join them people have been speculating, there's a lot of obvious possible picks, but nobody really considered you.

Which is unfortunate for them, since you are joining Judgement Day.

You have a small professional history with Rhea, considering a past tag team run and in general a good relationship of your two characters.

Your brand and aesthetic should have really given it away, but a surprise would just make it better.

It helps that Rhea is also not aware of you joining.

Was it hard to not tell your literal girlfriend about your future, carefully planned out, professional collaboration on an internationally famous TV show? Yes.

Was it worth it when you saw her reaction to your appearance? Definitely yes.

She had another match that night, with support of Damian and Edge. They stood ringside, knowing exactly what is happening.

Rhea stood in the ring, standing above her opponent, looking towards you as you walk down and towards the ring. Just like her you had a disguise, but no disguise could hide you from her.

You couldn't see well, no, but you could tell by her body language that she was happy, she was proud.

Once you enter the ring Rhea backs away from her opponent, her smile growing wider. Edge and Damian join you, Edge nodding to you.

Your cue, so you move forward, motioning for Rhea to join you. With the rest of your faction still with you, Rhea and you finish off the component, you getting to end the match through submission.

This entrance would definitely leave an impression, especially when you revealed yourself and shocked many, many people watching. At that point Rhea was very well aware you were the one behind that disguise, she smiled at you with her cocky grin once she could see you properly. As you all did your pose together to finally solidify your membership Rhea looked over to you and gave you a wink.

Victorious, you walk backstage, and once you're hidden from the cameras and the crowd, Rhea jumps at you and tackles you in a hug.

"How in the hell did you hide that from me?"

You laugh, hugging her back. Edge gives you a pat on the back and a smile as he and Damian walk away, letting you two talk by yourselves.

"Trust me, it was impossibly hard- "

Rhea kisses you, basically cutting off your last word there, but you couldn't be mad. Her excitement was evident, but on stage she couldn't make it too obvious. People weren't aware of your relationship yet, which might become a very interesting component about your cooperation.

With a little playful grunt she picks you up, carrying you a few meters to her dressing room.

While getting ready to leave she did not loose her happy and excited demeanour, constantly coming up with new ideas about how to work together and what fun things to do on stage. You had to remind her every time she stopped to speak that she should just keep getting changed since you wanted to get home. With a laugh and a small apology she would do so, eventually actually getting you home.

epitome of professionalism

pairing: rhea ripley x reader

prompts: 19. "i'll have you know that i am a straight g." "you straight?" + "this is fine, we're professionals. we work for a living. i've faced bigger fish than this before." "do you want me to hold your hand?" "yes please."

Rhea's hands shook as they hovered over the doorknob. For the fifteenth time that day, you watched as she backed away from the door. You couldn't help the little chuckle that escaped you as Rhea slumped into the chair next to you. Eventually, that door would open and Rhea would have to walk through it. Until then, you knew that she'd stall for as long as she could.

"Scared?" you asked her kindly. Rhea's facial expression went from a neutral one straight to offence. You rolled your eyes discreetly. "It's okay to be a little afraid to do things like this Rhea. Talking isn't easy."

"I'll have you know that I am a straight g."

"You straight?" It took every ounce of your self-restraint not to burst out laughing. Rhea nudged you as she scoffed, as if you were the one being childish about this ordeal. It wasn't even supposed to be an ordeal, just a doctor's appointment, but here Rhea was, terrified and refusing to admit it. "It's just the doctor."

"Yeah, I know that. I go to the doctor all the time, it's part of my job. This is fine, we're professionals. We work for a living. I've faced bigger fish than this before. This is nothing, right?"

"Do you want me to go in with you and hold your hand?" you offered. Rhea contemplated it for a moment before nodding.

"Yes please."

"Alrighty then. Come on, let's see why your knee's been acting up," you said as you stood up. Rhea walked in behind you, which was honestly the only way to get her through the door. Maybe it'd be nothing or maybe she'd be taking a little leave, but either way you'd be there to handle the news with her.

after joining the judgment day Rhea has the match with the reader, having to submit the reader by order of Edge, Rhea ends up conflicting as she has hidden feelings for the reader.

I hope you like what I did with the idea, anon :)

(I really need so find myself some good sources of recent pictures of Rhea for these Judgement Day era requests lol)

Exeptions - Rhea Ripley x Reader

1401 words

Warnings: swearing at best? mention of injury at the beginning but seriously nothing major

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As a wrestler, as it is nature of your occupation, you found yourself in funny situation quite a lot.

Wether that be being thrown into audiences or almost getting bones broken during matches, nobody could argue it's a boring job.

Your colleagues and you tried to keep such funny moments completely professional, of course. There is no use to hold a grudge when the match is scripted anyway and, you know, accidents or injures can happen.

However, tonight it felt a bit different.

You knew you were set to loose at the hands of Rhea Ripley today, with her new alliance in Judgement Day it was really no surprise. Obviously you still gave it your all and delivered an amazing, confident performance.

Rhea and you have been really good friends for a while, you knew each other quite well and always looked forward to matches with each other. This one had been the first after a while of not competing against each other.

Sweaty and genuinely tired from the match, you laid on the floor of the ring, realising which parts of your body would be bruised in the morning.

From this spot you had a new view of Rhea, her standing above you. Her eyes were glued to yours, but her expression was unreadable.

Now, this was not like her, no, she is normally overly confident in her character, not to mention that her being The Eradicator gave that an extra boost.

You laid there, waiting for her to continue the match, but she kept looking back and forth between you and Edge at the side of the ring.

When you looked past her and to the side you could see Edge nodding to her, looking confused. With time he kept getting more obvious, agitated at Rhea's hesitation. At this point his hands were waving around, but your vision of him was blocked by Rhea kneeling down and looking at you.

She bites her lip in thought as you shoot her a look that's supposed to say "what are you waiting for?".

Against yours and Edges expectations she moves to lay over you and pin you, but considering how confused you were you kicked out.

Both of you swiftly move up, now standing in front of each other.

"What are you doing?"you whisper to her, hoping no microphones will pick it up.

Edge was still yelling at ringside, telling Rhea to finally get you to submit.

"Just let me pin you, y/n."

She looked almost desperate, throwing weak punches your way, obviously trying not to actually get you.

"Rhea, what the hell is this?"

It's not that you didn't trust her, but none of this made sense. Not listening to Edge, not following the script, acting completely out of character- something was definitely up.

Her arms wrapped around your throat from behind, having you in a chokehold, but not actually putting pressure on it.

"I don't want to fucking submit you, just let me pin you."

You still acted like you struggled against her, not wanting to make it too obvious.

"Why not? It's fine, Rhea, just do it."

She leaned in closer,"I will not."

With you being so tired out already it was really not hard for her to keep her word, as it only took a few short moments for her to actually pin you, holding you down quite forcefully so you can't ruin her plans.

Rhea didn't look as happy as she should after that win, but in the final moments of celebrating her win with Edge and Damian she managed to put her devious smile back on.

Backstage you quickly changed and got ready to leave, but as you passed Rhea's dressing room you stopped.

Her behaviour was still on your mind, you intended to just text her about it later, but now something caught your attention. You could hear talking inside, it was Damian and Edge, loudly arguing with Rhea, who, upon you listening closer, didn't want to tell them the reason she was acting the way she did, either.

Damian and Edge suddenly walk out, still talking among themselves when they spot you.

"I have no idea what you two where thinking out there, but maybe you can convince her to actually be honest, hm?" Damian spoke, kinder in tone than the context and words would suggest.

It was true, if anyone here tonight could figure this out, it was you.

Eventually you managed to knock, sighing as you walk through the door.

"Hey."

Her head shoots up at your voice. She sat on a chair to your right, having just laced her shoes. Though she had changed, her make up was still on, looking amazing despite smudged lipstick.

"Hi, what's up?"

She cleared her throat and rubbed her palms against her thighs, sitting up a bit straighter.

"That conversation didn't sound like fun," you state, watching her almost frantic movements.

"Yeah, no, I fucked up."

"Maybe, but why? Like- why'd you do all that?"

Her hand went through her hair, a defeated sigh leaving her as she looks away.

"I'm sorry, y/n, I didn't- I thought it would go differently."

"What would go differently? The match?"

Shaking her head, she gets up, now standing face to face with you. Your hands were crossed before your chest while hers rested on her hips, she looked stressed.

"Yes, the match, too, but also this, all of this."

"You sound like you caused the end of the world or something."

It was never Rhea's nature, at least in private, to just directly state her feelings on something that's bothering her. In your friendship you kind of learned how to pick up on her typical antics, so it was obvious something was occupying her mind heavily.

When she didn't keep talking you decided to say something,"look, I don't know what's up, but you can talk to me, alright? So, whatever it is that's taking such a toll on you, you can tell me. Maybe I can help?"

Sometimes Rhea's self doubt and insecurity caught up to her, you expected it to be the case again, but normally wrestling was the cure to those issues, so why would a match against you make it worse?

The answer to that question arrived in an instant after you put your hand on her shoulder.

"I fucking like you, like, I have a crush on you, mate, I just couldn't fucking do that to you out there, you know? I don't wanna hurt you, I know you can take it, but I felt guilty, both because of that and because I've been keeping this secret from you."

"What?"

You stood there, looking at her in disbelief.

She had no idea, but back when you two met you had a huge crush on her, but she never seemed to get the hint when you would attempt to make a move. After a while you just gave up, not even knowing if she was looking for a relationship, anyway, and your feelings were stuffed deep deep into the lowest drawer of your brain where they never managed to die away.

"I know you don't feel the same way, but, I just can't keep pretending like this-"

"Who said I don't feel the same way?"

Her eyes grew wide, finally looking at your face again, regaining eyecontact. A smile slowly grew on her face as her hands move up to cup your face.

"You're not joking, right? You're serious?"

"Of course I am serious, I've been pretending for years now, Rhea."

Overcome with joy she wraps you up in the tightest hug you had ever gotten from her, almost picking you up as she does so.

It's crazy to think that this is basically the thing you waited for for so long, a whole confession from Rhea and her so excited to know you also have feelings for her. You've dreamed about this for longer than you'd like to admit, you thought you came to terms with the idea of it being nothing more than that- a dream, but now it all bubbled up again, all the hope you used to hold that maybe she'll turn out to like you, too.

"Does that mean, you'll give me, well- us, a chance?"

"Of course, definitely."

She chuckles happily, moving her head resting next to your head to plant a few gentle kisses on your cheek.

Could you do a reader x rhea where the reader wants to start working out but has no idea how anything works so rhea helps her?

Hello! I hope this is what you wanted to read! <3

Fyi I know like nothing about this stuff so I just took what google gave me and ran with it

Beginner Level - Rhea Ripley x Rhea

814 words

Warnings: none

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Before you got with Demi you never really gave working out much thought- you're not awfully unfit but going to the gym was never really something you were interested in.

Even in the beginning of your relationship that persistet. Sometimes you felt a bit bad, knowing Demi would really enjoy doing at least a few of her workouts together with you, but you were either too busy or you just didn't see the point in it.

However, today, when Demi was about to take her bag and leave in the morning and you watched her about to walk through the door, you stopped her.

"Demi, wait!"

She turned around, eyebrows raised. At first she thought maybe she forgot something and you would give it to her, or maybe you would suggest some plans for when she's back, but she was wrong.

"Would you maybe be open to me joining you today?"you asked, voice quiet and hopeful.

Demi just looked at you for a few seconds, not sure where the idea came from,"of course, babe, I'd love that."

The genuine smile you saw on her face was enough to tell you how happy she was to hear you ask that, so you quickly went and changed into something more suitable while Demi waited at the door.

Once she saw you ready she grabbed the door handle and let you walk out first, still smiling as she walked behind you on the way to the car.

The ride was nothing out of the ordinary, but when you parked, instead of getting out she stopped and looked at you.

You make eyecontact and laugh lightly, "what's up?"

"I can see you're nervous, but you don't have to be, y/n."

"I'm not nervous, I'm just unsure. I've never done this and you know so much I feel like either you'll kill me with some crazy exercise or I can't meet your standards or something."

Demi leans back in her seat with a thoughtful sigh, "you don't have to worry about that, I'm not a personal trainer but I'm not gonna push you too far."

She put her hand on your thigh and gives a light squeeze while she smiles.

"Let's go in, then."

Obviously the gym wasn't very different on the inside than what it looked like on all the gym selfies you receive from Demi (because, yes, she posts lots of those, but you get a few extra ones especially catered to you).

Luckily it was pretty empty that day, or so Demi told you, as you didn't have anything to compare it to.

"Now," she puts some of her stuff on the floor, "what do you wanna start with?"

You look around, different things catching your view, "I don't know?"

"I was gonna get some cardio in today, sound good?"

Cardio sounded easy enough, after all it was a term you're familiar with, so it couldn't be anything too drastic.

Demi introduced you to the treadmills, figuring out the settings for you, making sure to watch what you're capable of.

"This shouldn't be too hard right?"you said, starting to walk as she did.

She smiled, barely taking her gaze off of you.

Of course some walking wasn't all you did, when Demi said cardio she wasn't playing around.

With Demi guiding you through it, you two did some other exercises, she told you it was still cardio, and you wouldn't argue with that.

She showed you some little things without using any of the machines or weights, the later being something you were quite happy about, considering how often you saw videos of her lifting crazy amount of weight.

One time, at home, you tried to lift her up the way Demi always did to you- let's just say it wasn't as graceful or impressive.

"No, babe," she smiled, "your leg needs to be more angled when you go down-" Her hands found their way to your knee, nudging it in the right direction.

"That feels wrong."

"Good, that means you're doing it right."

You managed to keep up with her quite well, even though you didn't know what her normal workouts looked like.

Despite your good form, however, the next day showed you exactly what you had done to each muscle in each exact spot.

Luckily it was the weekend when you walked into the living room to greet Demi, because god knows you wouldn't enjoy working with how much you're whining.

"Demi, I'm sore," you spoke, walking over to hug her with a yawn.

"That's good, baby, as long as it isn't too bad."

"I'll be fine, I just don't enjoy it."

Demi chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

Sitting on the couch together, your legs laying on her lap, she massaged your thighs to help you.

"You know, if this is what I get afterwards, maybe I should join you more often."

I noticed while watching an interview that demi had a large bruise on her arm, and I was thinking about a reader who babies demi when she get bruised and demi finds it really amusing because she has gotten use to the bruises at this point.

Adorable, yes! I hope I hit the mark for you, anon!

I went through the depths of the internet (facebook) to get a screenshot of the interview I think you meant for this- nobody can tell me I don't make sacrifices for y'all

WebMD - Rhea Ripley x Reader

911 words

Warnings: depending on how you interpret the tone at the end it could be a sexual implication, but that's for you to decide

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Demi was quite a daredevil when it comes to her job, she didn't care much about consequences as long as the match and performance are great. While this hasn't led to any serious problems so far (knock on wood) it certainly doesn't help your worrisome nature.

She knew what she's doing, of course, it's not like some mystical force knocks all common sense out of her as soon as she puts on her gear. But, sometimes, when you watch one of her matches and she gets quite a nasty hit, you can't help but feel the need to just become a medic at WWE.

Either way, she always comes home to you, mostly unscathed.

Just like today.

When Demi walked through the door you greeted her like normal.

"Hello, babe," you say, standing up to hug her, also giving her a little kiss.

She says hello to you, too, sitting down in the kitchen with you.

While you two talk, Demi about some annoying people in the gym and you telling her about something random you read online that morning, she unzips her hoodie and takes it off.

"But, actually, I think that-" your speech comes to a halt, "what's that? How didn't I see that before?"

Demis eyes follow yours, landing on her exposed arm. There both of you spotted a big bruise, green in colour and painful in appearance.

"Oh,I think I got that last night during the match? Probably took a second to look like that,"she explains, brushing it off.

"But- babe, that looks like it hurts."

You stand up, walking over to Demi to kneel beside her and look at her arm closer.

"It's fine, I've experienced worse."

Both of you knew she wasn't just saying that, but that wouldn't stop you.

"Do you want like, ice to put on it? Or do bruises need heat? No, right?"

Demis hands move to cup your face, still sitting higher than you, surprising you, "baby, I promise it's fine, it'll heal on it's own. Besides, you know I can take it."

Her smile showed how amused she was, she genuinely didn't need you to play nurse, but obviously she was glad you cared. With a persona like hers on TV many people thought she was stone cold through and through, but the fact that you cared so deeply about both her physical and mental well-being made her heart melt every time. You knew her too well to think she didn't need your comfort from time to time.

"But-"

She shuts you up with a gentle kiss.

After that she gets up, making sure to help you up as she does so. As she moved further into the kitchen you followed her, carefully grabbing the bruised arm, making her turn around.

"I can still kiss it better at least?"

For a second Demi thinks about it, looking at your hopeful expression, "alright, maybe I should let you treat me today."

You clap your hands, excited at the news.

Immediately you go to grab your phone, googling to make sure you don't make it worse.

"Alright," you put your phone down," you go sit down, you need to rest your arm."

"So I can't do anything today?"

"Nothing you need your right arm for."

While Demi goes to sit down, laughing as she does so, you go to the fridge and get some ice to wrap in a towel and present it to her.

"Ten to twenty minutes, just a few times today, if you prefer that heat apparently works to."

"Wow, doctor, where are you getting all this from?"

"WebMD."

You sit down next to her, starting to cuddle onto her, "and, according to my own judgement, cuddles will help, too."

Demi laughs, letting you hold her and pet her head. There was no more protest from Demi as the day goes on, just allowing you to reach into cabinets and carry stuff for her, but why would she complain if she had the lovely option of watching you as you do those things?

She even played into the whole thing, instead of getting up to get something herself she would make sure to call for you instead. There was no intention to annoy you, of course, and you also weren't annoyed, since you were happy to take care of her for once.

Despite how content she was to let you do all the things that needed doing around the apartment, she had to admit, boredom grew after a while.

As you are about to put away some clean dishes she creeped up behind you, hugging you from behind.

"You said heat helps, right, nurse?"

Her voice was quiet and low, her head resting on your shoulder.

"Yes, it does."

"Then, hot water would not only work for my muscles, but also for the bruise you so lovingly care for, right?"

"Yes, actually."

"So, if I, say, inspired by your slow and calm treatment plan, wanted to take a hot bath tonight, I could?"

Considering the way she was asking all this, you knew exactly what she was on about.

"Yes, you could, do you want me to go and get it started?"

"Mhm,"she hums, letting you turn around to face her,"would it be a violation of your work guidelines to join me, too?"

You smile, pretending to think about it,"I'll make an exception, just for you."

Demi laughs, kissing you and watching as you leave and enter the bathroom.

morning person

pairing: rhea ripley x reader

prompt: "hey you've got a hand, i've got a hand. it's pretty cold out here, maybe we should hold hands." + "you have to pay the kiss toll."

Rhea in the mornings was nothing short of a difficulty. She didn't want to wake up. She didn't want to get out of bed. And she made damn sure that you knew every little thing she did was a hinderance to her state of being. It was ridiculous and dramatic, and maybe, just maybe, one of the reasons that you had fallen for her. Rhea was usually very serious but watching her act like a whiny brat reminded you that she wasn't nearly as intimidating as she came off.

"Why the hell am I awake right now?" Rhea asked as you dragged her outside. It was earlier than usual and the two of you were in a semi-unfamiliar city. You had grown up in the area, so you sort of knew the place, but Rhea had only ever been here for shows. That meant she spent maybe a day or two here and then just left. She'd been confined to hotel rooms and maybe a restaurant or two in her free time. "Do you know what time I got back in?"

"Serves you right for going out with Priest and Riddle last night instead of coming straight back to the hotel room with me," you told her. Rhea whined as she shielded her eyes from the sunlight. "Come on, there's a coffee place right up the street. I'll let you buy me a cup."

"Buy you a cup? You're the one dragging me out at the crack of dawn," Rhea complained. She was prepared to go on, but one glare from you stopped her.

"You come home at 2:30 after drinking and smelling like someone else's cheap body spray, you have to deal with whatever I put you through the next day," you told her. Rhea didn't argue with you. She regretted staying out last night, but she hadn't wanted to abandon her friends after the show. "Now, hurry up because it's cold."

"I don't wanna go fast, I want to go to bed," Rhea mumbled. You rolled your eyes and bit back a smile. A gust of wind blew past the two of you and Rhea shivered. She walked behind you for a few more feet before stepping in front of you. You ordered the coffees at the shop and Rhea paid for them. The two of you drank them in the shop before going back out to walk back to the hotel.

"Damn," you swore as another bit of wind picked up. You hated how windy it got in the mornings, especially after a bit of rain the night before.

"Hey, you've got a hand, and I've got a hand. It's pretty cold out here, so maybe we should hold hands," Rhea suggested. You didn't question her motives at all as you took her hand in yours. She practically pulled you along to the hotel, your slightly shorter legs having a bit of trouble keeping up. The two of you went back to your hotel, Rhea insisting on getting a bit more sleep while you packed up your bags.

"So, I take it you aren't doing the gym today?" you teased. Rhea grumbled and you set the bags down by the door. "Come on, let's get going. I want to get back to Florida as soon as possible."

"Don't rush me, I'm hungover." Rhea was being whiny, which you knew wouldn't make for a fun trip. It would have been easier to prolong your stay for another day, but you were way too eager to get back home. A thoughtless action occurred next as you pulled Rhea to the edge of the hotel bed and hoisted her up onto your shoulders. "Put me down. Put me down, now."

"Are you going to put the bags in the car?" you asked Rhea. She tried wiggling out of your grasp, but it was too tight. Once it became clear that you weren't giving up, she sighed and gave up. You set her back on her feet, but did not completely let her go.

"I can't get the bags if you're in my way," Rhea said with a forced smile.

"You have to pay the kiss toll to get past me," you told her. Rhea rolled her eyes as she sighed dramatically. "Last night all you wanted to do was kiss me."

"And now I just want to sleep," Rhea whined.

"Wonder how that feels. Pay up." You crossed your arms over your chest and planted your feet. Rhea gave you a couple of quick kisses before getting into the third one. You hummed in satisfaction afterwards and let her pass you. You even helped her carry the bags to the car and drove the first 3/4 of your trip so Rhea could sleep.

Hey, I was wondering if you could write rhea ripley fanfic where the reader is stressing a lot abt her final exams and rhea somehow comforts her, if that's okay with you. Have a nice day :)

Oh yes, definitely. As someone who just officially got done with her finals this was almost cathartic- if you are also dealing with that atm, anon, best wishes to you <3

ALSO, little disclaimer: as I was writing this I realized finals are a thing in almost any grade in America, and probably lots of other places, which is why I wanna say: this is not intended to condone a relationship between a literal adult and a teenager/ minor - I know nobody cares but I just wanted to make my intentions clear since I actually had an adult reader in mind for this, as with all my other works.

Lunch Break - Rhea Ripley x Reader

1035 words

Warnings: none

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Exam season really isn’t a fun time in anybodies life, even though a big portion of the population has to go through it. At the moment you were facing the daunting ordeal of finals- something stupidly stressful, and it showed.

With only a week until your exam you were drastically busy sitting wherever you could find a quiet spot in the apartment and reading through your notes and books. Since only you and your girlfriend Demi lived in said apartment it wasn’t awfully hard to find a place and time to study, right now you sat at the dining table, material sprawled over the wood before you, information just glaring at you.

All those fancy words and theories made your brain go soft and mushy, concentration starting to sway.

“Hey, beautiful,”Demis soft voice stops you from looking at the pages, instead you look up at her, happily welcoming the distraction.

She places a hot cup of tea in front of you, careful not to get it on anything important.

“Thought that might help, you look tired.”

You were tired, she’s right, the stress has been getting to you. The last few days studying has been your whole routine- sleep, eat, study, repeat- a hellish cycle. It also meant neglecting Demi a lot lately, she wasn’t happy about that, of course, but she mostly just worries about you and your health, both mental and physical.

“Yes, thank you, babe.”

The way she always made sure to take amazing care of you in tough situations was something you could never truly get over, often you caught yourself wondering how you deserve such an amazing girlfriend.

Her hand gently strokes your back,“do you need help with anything?”

Your eyes went back and forth between her face and the material in front of you, pondering her offer,“actually, maybe it would help if you quiz me? Read the text and like, ask me a few questions? I have no way to tell if any of this is sticking, otherwise.”

Demi grabs a paper, looking at the pictures and scanning the text roughly. Her confusion was evident, but who could blame her? Just goes to show how useless this information is outside of your situation.

"Maybe tell me what all these fancy words mean? Both because you have to know and because I have no idea."

So you did, you taught Demi some new words she'll never use and you realised that you know more than you thought, which made Demi visibly happy.

"See? You're so good at this, you'll pass easily."

You, however, where not very convinced, "Well, you say that now, but nobody can know how it's actually gonna go in the moment."

Demi leans closer, something she always did when she was about to get serious. Mentally, you braced yourself for another peptalk from her.

"Baby, you're doing amazing, you're just so stressed that you can't see it yet. On the day of the exam everything will go just fine, besides, until then you'll have lots of time to revise, but from what I can tell you already did so much- there's no way in hell you're not gonna pass."

Maybe she was right, you did get so focused on the work itself that you kind of forgot yourself in the process, not to mention that not doing anything besides studying doesn't leave a lot of room for critical judgement of yourself.

"Maybe you should take a break? Give the information time to get processed in your pretty little head and, you know, spend some time with your lonely girlfriend in the meantime,"she said, smiling, her hand now cupping your cheek and her thumb stroking your cheekbone.

After pondering the idea for a second you just nodded, flashing her a smile much like her own, causing her to get up and wrap her arms around you. You didn't expect her to, but she lifted you up from your seat, you having to wrap your legs around her body to stay stable.

Laughter filled the room as Demi planted little kisses on your cheek, looking around for a place to put you down and for something to do.

"Wanna go outside?" She asks, turning to face you. From this position you were looking down at her, your hands securely holding onto her shoulders.

"And what would we do outside?"

"We could take a walk? Grab something to eat? I know you've been neglecting proper food, too."

"Guilty."

And so, you two got ready and left the apartment, which was the first time you saw the light of day in like, weeks.

The promised food was nothing special, you guys ate it on the way, finally sitting on a bench in a park at the end of your little adventure.

Your head laid in Demi's shoulder, looking at some birds in a nearby tree. They didn't have to write exams, so you were jealous, but they also didn't have this really amazing girlfriend, so who really got the short end of the stick?

"Thank you, Demi, I think I did need this."

Her hand grabs yours, laying them together on her lap,"I know you better than anyone, I couldn't watch you ruin yourself over some exams, especially when you didn't even realise yourself. Besides, getting to spend time with you is a mostly selfish affair, so thank you for taking a break with me."

It didn't take long for you to realise just how much you needed a break, because it was no surprise that between not eating well and all the caffeine you would now almost fall asleep on a random bench on Demi's shoulder. A yawn from you catches her attention.

"Maybe it's time to head home, mate?",she laughs,noticing not only your tiredness but also how late and dark it is getting.

Allowing you to hold onto her arm, Demi basically drags you home. She was afraid that otherwise you'd just pass out on the sidewalk.

At home, Demi quickly got you to bed for the night, joining you only a few minutes after.

Request: I would kill for an enemies to lovers moment if you ever have time :) love your fics!

Alright!! this one sentence request turned into the longest fic yet, I have no idea what I actually wrote anymore, my brain is fried, this might not even count as enemies to lovers, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. It might read a bit different because of the length and contents, I kinda had to adjust, but it shouldn’t be that big of a deal

PART TWO

Winning - Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader (part one)

2278 words

(I apologize to everyone named Hannah that might read this lol)

Warnings: Lots of swearing this time, injury (nothing major)

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You hated conference rooms.

Since signing to WWE you got to know them quite well, you were even sitting in one right now, it's where you get told what matches you'll get, who you'll be up against and essentially who you are forced to spend more time with.

A while ago you were given exactly those news in this very room - those news turned into some of the simultaneously worst and best weeks of your career.

You see, when officials called both you and Rhea Ripley to come in that time you were immediately ready to flip tables. She was your least favourite colleague, least favourite opponent, least favourite person in your life, really. Ever since you two met at WWE Rhea went out of her way to annoy the shit out of you. Her self absorbed nature made your blood boil, she showed no interest in being a decent human being towards you, ever, leading to mutual hatred.

That fateful day, that you sat in that conference room, Rhea right next to you, the two of you were told that you'd be enemies in the ring, for storytelling.

The idea of having to put up with her more than normal wasn't anything close to enjoyable, but you knew I'd be fun to win in your matches. Even before the planned feud you had a few matches, every time that you won against Rhea she'd throw temper tantrums, not talking to anyone for multiple days until her ego was restored. You always thought it's so funny, seeing her all riled up because you simply managed to pin her, especially that time you took the championship from her - by far your proudest win of your career.

After being enemies officially for a few weeks, you loathed having to put up with her, but you loved fighting her, as well.

Sitting there again, also with Rhea by your side, you were hoping you'd get similarly great news, maybe another main event match where you win against her, but no, why would god grant you that mercy?

Instead, today, you were given horrendous news.

Both you and Rhea yelled out the most distraught "WHAT?!" when you were finally told the story telling would take a different route, a route of friendship: you are supposed to be a tag team.

"Look, guys, we think it's a great storyline, nobody is expecting it! Plus, we really need another tag team. You two would be great together, we just now it!"

The way you both sat there, obviously mentally ready to fight the suit wearing fucker in front of you, it really was the first time you were on the same side, but only because you didn't want to be forced into cooperation.

"I'm not doing that, not in a million years,"Rhea spoke, her arms crossed over her chest as she leans back. The way her jaw tensed showed how much she meant that, but you felt the same. You just wanted to yell, not willing to be put through hell like this.

"You will have to, Rhea, it can't be that bad. What's the big difference between fighting against and alongside each other?"

You rolled your eyes, "it's a big difference, huge."

Obviously it was no use, neither if you could convince them otherwise, you also didn't want to lose your job, so you'd have to put up with it.

"I'm not wearing matching outfits with you, just so we're clear,"Rhea said, leaving the room with you.

She didn't bother looking at you, she never held much eyecontact with you, though you knew she was very well capable of it. Her eyes were glued to something next to you, brooding.

"No shit, I'm not doing anything besides the bare minimum for this."

Rhea huffs, her fists clenching,"this is fucking humiliating."

"For you or for me?"

Finally, she looks at you, her expression still as tense and before. She doesn't say anything.

"And what do we do now, miss Ripley? I thought you were always ready for everything?"

It wasn't unusual for the two of you to taunt each other, but this time both of you were frustrated beyond comprehension. You could tell this would get personal and ugly faster than you'd like.Who had this awful idea, anyway?

Rhea starts walking away, backwards, only turning away from you after pointing her middle finger and telling you to "suck it, asshole."

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It didn't take long for you to end up training with Rhea. You had a match against Naomi and Sasha soon and you had to practice, unfortunately.

"Took you long enough," Rhea already stood in the ring, leaning on the top rope, glaring at you as you walk closer.

You could see Sasha and Naomi behind her, laughing between the two of them. The others found out about your new tag team, which quickly became a joke backstage. Everyone knows of your dislike for each other, so when the news of the tag team broke, nobody thought it was actually a serious plan.

"I'm not even late, I'm not wasting any of your precious time, honey."

Climbing into the ring, you greet your opponents with a smile, still feeling Rheas eyes on you as you stand a few feet in front of her.

"I thought you loved hanging out with me?"

Rhea loved her sarcasm when talking to you, but you were used to it. To get ready, you take off your jacket, putting it in the corner of the ring,"I only love beating the shit out if you."

During the training you could really see how well Naomi and Sasha work together, they knew what they were doing, they trusted each other, but you and Rhea? No way. It seemed like all it took for them to have a whole strategy ready was a simple nod. If you nodded at Rhea like that, she'd start a fight with you, instead.

Every time one of you tried any move the other either awkwardly stood around or, not knowing what the plan is, ruined it through a move of their own. This was never going to work, but it would have to, if you wanted to keep your career intact.

Towards the end you stood by the side, watching Rhea pin Naomi. Funnily enough, the worst hits you got today were from her, not the people you're supposed to be fighting against. Your jaw hurt, you held your hand up to it, looking at Rhea get off of Naomi.

"God, Rhea, what's your problem?"you ask, your breath heavy and your voice agitated,"you have to stop breaking up my pin, we're a fucking team!"

She gets up, gathering her stuff so she can leave. Just as she likes to do, she gets really close to your face, smirking, the signal to prepare yourself for some stupid comment, "a team? God, you're so obsessed with me, sweetheart."

Besides a chuckle from Rhea neither of you said anything else, Rhea going home and you staying to talk with the others a bit more.

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Finally, the first match together as a tag team had come.

You sat backstage, talking to your girlfriend, Hannah, who was excited to be there to support you, knowing how tough this situation was going to be At home, she would often have to listen to many rants and complains about Rhea and her antics. Your relationship did have to suffer due to it, your girlfriend arguing that your hatred for another woman was more on your mind that the love for your significant other. Right now, that wasn't important, though, as you were just happy to have her there.

You stood before her, her sitting on a table in front of you, fixing the sleeve of your gear. Trying not to think too much about the person you'd have to deal with, you smiled at Hannah, hyping yourself up like you usually do before your matches.

"You got this, babe, you're gonna do amazing!"

Thanking her with a kiss on the cheek, you hear someone walk up to you. Surely enough, Rhea's arm is placed on your shoulder, a shit eating grin on her face. She looks back and forth between you and your girlfriend, "Darling, are you cheating on me? Already? I must say I am hurt."

"Oh shut up, Rhea, I don't wanna deal with you until we have to go outside."

"One day you'll have to admit how much you love me, see you out there,”she whispers, still smirking, winking at Hannah as she takes her arm off of you.

The audience didn't know who the second team would be until you walked out, so when you came into view, your entrance songs playing, you could hear and see everyone go insane.

You couldn't lie, Rheas entrance was great, it wouldn't be hard get used to that song. Not paying much attention to each other, you walk towards the ring, keeping a confident demeanor.

In the ring, Rhea put her elbow on your shoulder, leaning on you as you face Naomi and Sasha. Her acting so friendly towards you all of a sudden weirdly felt like a punch in the gut, it wasn't horrible, but unusual. She was good at acting, considering how you wouldn't even dream of being this way towards her.

Deciding to match her energy, you wrap a hand around her waist. For a second you thought she tensed up, almost flinching as you do so. You shoot her a smirk and look at you opponents. Maybe it wouldn't be impossible to at least cooperate in the ring after all?

Well, as expected, the match didn't exactly run smoothly- you stood in the ring, facing your opponents, Rhea outside of it, recovering from a strong attack that pushed her out. Naomi ran up to you, you manage to duck, but soon enough you found yourself held in place by her from behind. Now being pushed to the floor, hands behind your back, Sasha had free range, delivering a perfect dropkick to your face. Falling to the floor, tasting blood, you hear cheering as you pass out.

Only when you reach consciousness again you realise you've been moved, seeing Rhea walk away after making sure you'd be out of the way. You could tell your nose  as bleeding, your head was pounding, as well. Somehow Rhea finishes the match, you can hear the referee counting behind you as Rhea pins one of them. Instead of being pulled in for celebration, though, Rhea immediately leaves the ring, walking towards you.

“Hey, hey, we won, come on-”her hand grabs your arm, putting it over your shoulder. It was a smart idea, considering how weak you were, your head spinning and feeling like someone stuffed it with cotton.

Stabilizing you, Rhea and you walk backstage again, being greeted by medics as soon as you get there. You were being asked questions left and right, still confused how it even came this far. During the examination you could feel Rheas hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as you flinched from getting your nose poked around by medics.

It was decided you'd be fine if you go to the doctor for a check-up by yourself the next day, but you were advised to take it slow and rest. Until you felt better and capable of going home you stayed in your dressing room. Laying on the couch, your eyes closed, you tried to relax enough to get your headache to be bearable.

There was a knock on the door, but whoever it was didn't walk in when you told them to, instead you could hear a discussion breaking out outside the room.

“What are you doing here, Rhea?” It was Hannah, and, apparently Rhea.

“Could ask you the same thing, mate”

“How so? I'm trying to get into my girlfriends dressing room.”

“Only now, I assume?”

“What's your problem?”

As much as you wanted to break them up before it got worse, Rheas words intrigued you. Back when the problems between you two started people kept telling you how Rhea actually doesn't hate you, she just keeps it a secret. You still didn't believe that, she proofed to you often enough that she doesn't care about you, at least not in a positive way.

“I don't have a problem, all I am trying to say is, that that could have been a serious injury. Where were you the whole time?”

“I- I was- I don't have to explain myself to you!”

Both of them were right. Hannah couldn't have been busy, but she also doesn't have to give her reasons to Rhea, she's the last person she'd have to explain anything to.

“No, but I did see you talk to all kinds of random people, not looking particularly interested in finding your hurt girlfriend.”

You stood against the door at this point, your ear touching the wood.

“That is literally none of your business. Stop acting like you care more about Y/N than me.”

The conversation ends, leaving you barely any time to move out of the way, the door opens, your girlfriend hugging you as soon as she sees you. Looking over Hannahs shoulder, you see Rhea put up her hands in defense, walking away.

“Babe, I was worried, how do you feel?”

Eventually your gaze leaves the now empty hallway, instead finding Hannahs eyes. “I'm fine, I kinda just wanna go home.”

“Yes, definitely, I'll drive.”

Winning - Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader (part two)

Here we go, part two! I finished this one late at night, sorry for any mistakes in advance

PART ONE

2664 words

Warnings: more swearing, a break up? a little argument

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Your recovery was speedy, you found yourself capable of the re-match in a week quite quickly, which is what you were doing right now. Sadly, during your break, you had a lengthy talk with Hannah, who, upon learning that you heard everything between her and Rhea, decided to come clean and be honest. Hannah had long lost feelings in your relationship, admitting that she just needed an excuse to break up at this point. And so you did, it was painful, of course. The time you did spend working out or preparing for the match was tainted by thoughts about her and how fucked up it all was. It didn’t help that, with Hannah out of the picture, you didn’t have your favorite defense against Rheas flirty advances anymore, because even she is decent enough to not go too far with a woman in a relationship, no matter how much the flirting was just intended to be annoying.

Your thoughts made you zone out a bit as you had Sasha in the corner, the referee telling you to stop as your shoulder hits her stomach. Grabbing her wrist, you pull her out, basically throwing her towards Rhea, who was in the perfect position to pull a suplex on her. With Sasha on the ground, Rhea held her hand up for a high five, looking down at you, waiting.

It was strange, whatever happened with her and Hannah, you still weren’t sure what to think about it. After all, Rhea was right about Hannah, but it was actually more concerning why Rhea gave a fuck. Why would Rhea even show up to your dressing room unprompted? What if she just wanted to start drama? If her plan was to break up your relationship, she sure did achieve her goal.

You left Rheas hand untouched, instead moving to pull Naomi into ring, who was previously thrown out by you.

“Seriously, you’re not gonna talk to me at all today?”

Hearing Rhea say that caught you off guard, making you turn around. A grave mistake, as Sasha was able to grab you and push you to the ground in your distracted state.

Rhea quickly got her off of you, helping you up afterwards, but not letting go of your hand. She pulled you closer, looking into your eyes,”what the fuck did I do that you’re extra pissed off?”

You glare at her, pulling your arm out of her grasp, not having time for this conversation when there was a match to win. Well, you hoped so, at least, but since both you and Rhea were not invested enough, your thoughts occupying you and Rhea dead set on getting you to say something, it was an easy win for Sasha and Naomi, who celebrated as you crawled out of the ring after the pin.

Once you were out of sight of the cameras, Rhea holds you back again, just giving you a confused look. You sigh, crossing your arms before your chest,“What do you want Rhea? I don’t have time for this.”

“I want to know what the fuck is wrong with you? You’re so distracted- I’ve seen you out there, this isn’t you, Y/N, you’re better than this.”

“Oh, come on, Rhea stop it.” Her somewhat friendly attempt at talking to you felt so fake, it was ridiculous- no, you felt ridiculous, talking to this woman as if there was any emotional connection between you besides utter distaste.

Rheas hands were placed on her hips, her eyes not leaving your face as her breathing slowly calmed down. “No, you’re not only fighting for yourself out there anymore.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked around, thinking of something smart to say, wanting nothing more than to retort with another taunting comment, but nothing came to mind besides honesty. “I heard you outside my dressing room, with Hannah.”

“And?”

“Since when do you give such a shit about me?”

Rheas mouth opened, but no words came out for a few seconds,”all I did was tell Hannah that she can’t pull something like that. Her behavior rubbed me the wrong way- you shouldn’t treat someone that carelessly.”

“So what? You think you can treat me better?,” you scoff.

As soon as you said that, you realise your mistake.

“That-” Rhea pauses,” that isn’t what I said.”

“Yeah, but it sounds like you were trying to.”

Regret again, when you see her expression change. “What are you saying? Do you want me to treat you better?” Her smirk had returned, and this time you found yourself staring at her face in greater detail than usual, following the sweaty strands of hair falling onto her forehead to her cocked eyebrow, to her pierced nose, to her lips-

You shook your head,”No, what- do you? Why would you propose that?”

“Nah, mate, you really are obsessed with me!”

“Shut the fuck up, Rhea, you’re just obsessed with yourself.”

“Ohh, butthurt, huh? Just because you can’t admit to yourself that you like me? That you have a full blown crush on me?”

“Like you?”your voice got louder as you snap your head towards her,”how could I like you?!You just made us loose that fucking match, you are the reason my girlfriend broke up with me, Rhea, I hate you!”

Her smile fell, but you didn’t know which of your points caused it,“You don’t mean that.”

It wasn’t as obvious as it should have been that she’s joking, actually, you could see the doubt in her twitching lip, loosing all confidence in her expression. This wasn’t joking around anymore.

“I do, I do hate you, I don’t know why the fuck they teamed us up, being your colleague is bad enough, let alone your teammate.”

“Why are you such a sore loser, Y/N?”

“Me? A sore loser? Have you looked in a mirror lately? Don’t you remember all those times I’ve beat you? The way you’d behave like a child every time?”

“That’s different, I can’t even explain how different that is.”

“Oh, really? How would YOU know what is going through my head right now, huh?”

You could have sworn you saw a tear in her eye, but you had no time to confirm, seeing as you were being in a rush to get to your dressing room, needing some time alone.

The whole time while changing you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. Were you the one that fucked up? Did you make a mistake? Maybe Rhea is right, maybe you are obsessed with her. All this fighting, as much as you pretended to hate it, you missed it. You missed everyone looking at you when she entered the room, waiting for something to happen. You missed being the first person she’d walk up to, the first person to catch her attention. You missed how she stayed every time you told her to fuck off.

So yes, you were obsessed with Rhea, but she was more so obsessed with herself right? Is it really cockiness if she’s speaking the truth? How could her obnoxious comments turn into gospel in a matter of two weeks, just like that? You didn’t know what to do. What did it mean to realise this, anyway? It’s not like you could just hop over to Rhea like a lamb to the slaughter, confessing that, after all this time, you do crave her attention so desperately. It would be like throwing yourself to the wolves, to talk about it openly, too. Everyone here knows about you two, it was a favorite option of entertainment backstage. What would everybody think?

After coming to the conclusion that breaking your skull with thinking about this isn’t very productive, you get yourself home. It wasn’t ideal, being alone at home when you felt this way, something you hadn’t experienced in a long time since you got with Hannah. You considered texting a friend, but when you looked at your contacts you remembered that you couldn’t even explain to them why you felt this way. The chances of them laughing at you, going crazy because you aren’t sure how you feel about Rhea Ripley of all people, those chances were simply too high.

Eventually you managed to fall asleep, but only after a long back and forth with yourself, ultimately ending in the decision to deal with it tomorrow.

When you awoke the next morning, you checked your phone, only to see messages from an unknown number. Rubbing the, admittedly restless, sleep out of your eyes, you read them, your heart beating in your throat once you did.

“Hey Y/N, I just wanted to apologize. Didn’t know you and Hannah broke up, I’m sorry. I guess I really wanted the whole tag team thing to work, but maybe it’s not meant to be. I understand why you hate me. I also know that my shitty behavior just turned out to be jealousy. Sorry again” “Oh this is Rhea btw”

You snorted at that second message. It seems like Rhea actually does have a softer side to her. Not everything she said made sense to you, to be honest, so maybe it would be worth it to talk to her again. As you fell back onto your pillow, you caught yourself smiling, happy to know that you didn’t completely fuck up everything.

The day kept you busy, mostly because you had to deal with Hannah getting some things from the apartment. Once she left it really hit you, the loneliness, standing in what used to be a shared apartment, but now with nothing that would indicate that. Sitting on the couch, you look at Rheas message again, still thinking about what to reply. You definitely wanted, no, needed to apologize. It kind of made you sad, thinking of her blaming herself for your emotional situation. Truth is, you didn’t give a shit about the match, you couldn’t care less about it at this point. Right now you wanted to know what Rhea meant, why she was jealous, why she is suddenly backing down.

Your stomach did a flip when you got the idea to talk to her in person. Maybe it was nervousness, maybe it was your loneliness getting the best of you, it didn’t matter, your gut once again felt like you got punched. It wasn’t a bad punch, the feeling wasn’t uncomfortable, no, you smiled, sitting there, thinking about visiting Rhea. Without much more thinking, you grabbed your keys, making your way out the door. Once in your car, you asked a friend for directions, who you simply left on read after the expected question why you need Rheas address.

Right now you didn’t want to explain anything to anyone besides Rhea. She needed to know that she didn’t do anything wrong, that, actually, she was right. You did want her to treat you better, no matter how crazy you felt saying that. Starting the engine, you went over your thoughts again, trying to piece together what words you could use to make them make sense to someone outside your head.

The door to Rheas apartment opened. You didn’t check the time before you left, all you knew is that it was dark outside and that Rhea looked very confused, seemingly ready to go to bed.

“Can I come in?”

Rhea doesn’t say anything, she just nods, moving out of the way, closing the door after you. Watching her move, seeing her again, you noticed how much you loved it. How much you loved just being in her presence. You caught yourself just staring at her face again, hating the idea of her actually crying after your argument from yesterday.

“Look, I know it’s late, but I really want to talk to you.”

“Go ahead.” Her hands were hidden in the pockets of  her sweatpants, her shoulders looked tense and her eyes were glued to the floor.

“You didn’t do anything wrong- well, at least not in the way you think you did. Yes, you were a dickhead, but you didn’t cause my break-up.”

Now her eyes meet yours, she doesn’t look confused, she looks hopeful.

“Hannah simply didn’t love me anymore, she wanted to end things anyway, so maybe I have to thank you for giving her a reason? Either way, I- I also-,”you stare into her eyes, taking a deep breath,”I also don’t hate you, Rhea.”

Smiling, she shifts her weight, looking more relaxed,“that’s new.” Relief washed over you when you finally hear her speak and see her smile.

“It is, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for what I said. I actually realised that I miss this, you know, our back and forth, your attention.”

You cringed at the last part, it was still very strange to give in and admit this to her, how much you wanted her around, that all the rants to your girlfriend actually just cemented how much you’d rather have Rheas hand on your shoulder than Hannahs.

“My attention?”

“Yes, because, maybe, Rhea Ripley, you were right along. I am fucking obsessed with you, I am obsessed with what we have, I realise now that all this time I spent thinking about you was actually not hatred but pure longing.”

Her face screamed disbelief. Not that she thought you were lying, no, she was actually desperately praying you weren’t. Pushing her hand tough her hair, she thinks of something to say, only to end up without a single sound.

The doubt crept itself up your throat, feeling like you made a mistake.You look at your hands, about to turn around,“I’m sorry if this is too much, I should have just texted you, I guess.”

“No! No, wait,”her hand grabs your arm, holding you back. Once again, the punch in the gut, fueled by the electric feeling of her hand on your skin.

Neither of you said anything, Rhea looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows, her hand still on your arm as you look down, your arms in front of you the only barrier between the two of you.

The tension was so unusual, so tangible, you wanted to just grab it and throw it out, but it only grew when her hand moved from your arm to your cheek, carefully pushing your head up to look at her.

“Promise me I won’t regret this?”she whispers, holding the most intense eyeconatct you were ever given by her. Had her eyes always been this beautiful?

You nod, closing your eyes,as she leans in closer. Soon enough her lips meet yours. It was like second nature, the way your hands copied hers and traveled from in between the two of you to her face, holding it, not wanting this moment to end. In that second it became clear: what you felt weren’t punches, it was butterflies all along. This feeling was addictive, neither of you pulling away fully. Rheas hands had moved under your shirt by now, making their way upward on the skin of your back. Even after your lips parted, your faces and bodies stayed touching like before, eyes still closed.

Rheas breath hits your lips,”I was jealous, that’s why I was such a bad loser, but having you here like this- I don’t think there is a better win than that.”

Her lips make their way to your jaw, making you bite your lip,”we’re a team now, my win is your win.”

Could you do rhea with a plus sized reader? Maybe the reader gets insecure because rhea is constantly suround by fitness people and they feel that maybe they need to workout.

Hello, anon!

It has been a bit longer than I thought, apologies, I am back to working through requests now, though.

This fic was a little bit of a struggle, I hope it still makes you happy, anon, and that it gets its point across.

Unpacking - Rhea Ripley x Reader

926 words

Warnings: body image talk, insecurities (no direct description of any body type, though)

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Being with Demi was the best thing you could ask for. The love you two shared for each other was so strong, you never had anything like that before. It was undeniable that you were made for each other, as cheesy as it sounds.

It was always time well spent when she is around, you even got along with her friends amazingly. All of them welcomed you immediately when you got together, you also enjoyed being around them, if there wasn't a tiny issue.

You see, much like Demi, her friends are all either wrestlers or into fitness in some other way. It was easy to support Demi in her passion for it, seeing how happy and confident it makes her. However, bodybuilding and such just isn't exactly your thing. You tried it out a few times but always just decided other things would bring you more happiness, even in the long run.

There was no doubt that Demi loved you for other shared passions and opinions, for your personality, your nature, your beauty. Sometimes it was simply a bit harder for you to believe, just like today.

After a weekend away with Demi's friends you sat in the car, looking out the window as Demi quietly hummed along to some music playing. Normally you'd be watching her as she does this, almost childishly admiring her relaxed melody as a contrast to the loud, heavy music that she enjoyed so much.

Of course she noticed your change in behaviour, putting her hand on your thigh as she looks back and forth between you and the road.

"You're awfully quiet, you tired?"

Her touch felt different today, you didn't like the idea of her touching you, which led to you crossing your legs to move out of the way.

"Yeah, just tired,"you give her a weak smile, but sigh as you turn to look outside the window again.

You didn't like lying to her, but you didn't want to start a discussion while in the car. Demi wouldn't be angry or anything, but sitting in a small, closed, moving vehicle together while you just desperately wanted to escape and be alone was less than ideal.

"Feel free to nap, if you want, I'll watch out for potholes."

You weren't sure if she bought it, but it didn't matter, her response bought you enough time, anyway.

"Thank you," you watched her hand move back to its spot on the wheel, her eyes also focused on the road again.

Acting wasn't your strong suit, but you pretended to sleep, holding onto yourself.

Neither of you said much when you arrived home and brought your things inside, Demi just glancing at you every so often to see if you looked any better.

You walked towards the bedroom, wanting to hide, but you stopped yourself in the doorway. This wasn't productive, and maybe Demi would have something helpful to say if you brought it up?

"Demi?"

She looks up from her phone, eyebrows raised,"yeah, babe?"

Hesitant, you walked over to her, arms hugging each other across your chest. Her reassuring smile helped, but your head still hung low as you spoke.

"Look- I feel kinda bad."

"What's up? Are you in pain or something?"

"No, not physically, I just realised how much I've been struggling with my body this weekend."

Demis worried expression turns soft, but a hint of confusion persists. Her hands gently move to your shoulders as she tries to find eyecontact.

"Why? Did something happen?"

This time you didn't shy away from her touch, trying to accept and enjoy it like you usually do.

"I just couldn't help but compare myself to everyone there, you know? I don't look like all your friends."

"Of course you don't, but why is that a bad thing?"

"Don't you wish you had someone with a different physique to me?"

Demi sighs, "look- y/n, I don't know where you're getting this from, but I don't. Why in the world would I trade you for anyone else?"

"Because sometimes I feel like I don't meet your standard, you know?"

"There is no standard, I love you, that includes how fucking beautiful you are, alright? I don't care about your weight, your size, whatever it may be."

Your breath stay shaky as you carefully lean in, your cheek hitting Demi's shoulder as she holds you closer.

"I'm sorry, I know you love me, I love you, too. I just couldn't help it, it's a shitty feeling."

"I know it is, I'm sorry you deal with that. Babe-"she moves back, looking at your face again, cupping it," there is nothing wrong with you, your body, anything about you. I stand by that. Don't doubt that, don't doubt yourself, please."

A small smile finds its way onto your lips. You needed to hear that, it was the right decision to talk to her.

"Thank you, Demi."

"I'm always here for you, alright?"

She pulls you in to plant a kiss on your lips, moving apart with a smile.

"I know, thank you, again."

"If I can do anything for you right now, tell me."

Still looking at her, your contemplate if you need something else. Your hands reach up and go through her hair, your eyes scanning her face.

"You could help me unpack?"

Knowing it's sarcasm (partly), Demi rolls her eyes, "I have my own bags, princess, I'll join you when I'm done with those."

You turn away with a chuckle, secretly still thinking about how glad you are to have Demi in your life.