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plaidpajamallama · 5 days ago

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Not ready: Rhea Ripley X Jey uso

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Summary: After an already long night for many different reasons her morning is just as bad once a familiar face knocks on her door

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Rhea and Jey were tangled in the sheets, the sun shining through the curtains down on their bare bodies.

Her room was a mess, her suitcase was open on the ground, her clothes spilling out on the floor.

A half-drank bottle of Wheatley surrounded by knocked-over plastic cups on the desk, their clothes scattered across the floor.

After she lost, she went back to her room to lick her wounds, but plans changed once Jey knocked on her door with a bottle of Wheatley he stole from Cody’s bus there to cheer her up.

And that he did, multiple times, actually.

She stirred awake, pushing her hair back out of her face, seeing Jey lying next to her, sleeping peacefully, his arm across her waist, keeping her there.

She laughed lightly to herself, the flashbacks of last night going through her mind.

He turned a horrible night into a great one, and not just because of the sex.

“Jey,” she shook his shoulder, trying to wake him, “Jey, mate.”

He groaned body shifting.

“Jey.”

He pulled himself up and off the pillow into a plank-like position, removing his arm from around her. She immediately missed the warmth it gave her.

“Oh shit, my bad, Mama, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

She blushed a little at the name, “It’s fine, we both just passed out, that's what happens when you almost break a bloody bed,” she giggled.

“We almost broke the bed, huh, Mama?” He grinned, recalling the night.

“Uh-huh, we did.” She grinned back, moving towards him, and he wasted no time capturing her lips in a kiss.

She got lost in the heat of the kiss, it felt just like it did last night, a little different than all the times before.

His hands groping her up before a knock on the door ruined the moment.

They both had a confused look on their faces as they pulled away from each other.

“You expected somebody?” He asked, his hand pulling away from her.

This was just casual. She wasn’t really for another full-time relationship yet, but she wasn’t talking to anyone else; she just couldn’t yet.

“No, shouldn’t be,” she said, rolling over off the bed. “Maybe it’s just Damian?” She grabbed a robe off the ground, tying it around her.

Jey got out of bed swiftly, putting back on his clothes. They may be doing whatever this was, but Damian didn’t know about it, and he definitely didn’t need to find out about it with him in her bed.

She looked behind her at him before looking through the peephole, seeing Dominik standing there.

“Shit,” She pressed her back against the door, rattling under her as he knocked again.

She didn’t know why he was here; they were done. He made that very obvious at SummerSlam. The third knock caught Jey’s attention.

“Yo, you gonna get that– Hey, what's wrong?” He asked, concerned in his voice. Seeing all the color drained from her face, looking like she might cry. “Who's at the door?”

“Dom.” She said fast and short, his name leaving a bitter taste in her mouth, and her chest aching.

“You want me to get rid of him?”

“No, you don’t have to do that.” She shook her head. This was just sex; he didn’t have to deal with her problems or take care of her even if she wanted him to.

He stepped closer to her, still shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “Rhea, you look like you're going to throw up. Let me handle it.”

He wasn’t really asking, he was telling, and she let him, moving behind the door.

He gave her a reassuring smile before opening the door, “Sup uce, you need something?” He did a whole one eighty, his demeanor shifting, his smile gone, hand gripping the door, the other holding the frame.

Dominik’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. He confusedly checked the number on the wall, thinking about it for a moment, before finally saying something.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was like nails on a chalkboard, the ache in her chest growing.

"This is Rhea’s room. Where is she?”

“Not here to talk to you uce, so the fuck you want?” He wasn’t really asking he could give zero fucks about what Dominik wanted, especially now.

Dominik huffed, crossing his arms over the other. “Just let me talk to Rhea, man.”

Jey went to open his mouth but stopped for a split second, feeling a warm, smaller hand curl around his on the door which he wasn’t expecting but he didn’t move his hand.

“Nah.” his voice was strong and dominant, his patience was already short as they were, but standing here talking to Dominik just made them even shorter.

“Nah?” He scoffed, “Just let me talk to her. I know she’s in there, as he said that it was like a bomb went off in his head, putting two and two together. Took him long enough.

A malicious grin curled on the Latino's face. "Oh, Jey, you really want that?" He pointed unknowingly to the door, having no clue Rhea was behind it, but it still made Jey’s eyes flicker to her, then back to Dominik.

His words stung like a knife in her chest, and her eyes began to burn.

She acted like she was over Dom, she wanted to be but she wasn’t and hearing him talk about her to Jey like this hurt her more than she would allow anyone to see.

She turned away from Jey, hiding her face and her true feelings using her hair to do so.

Her hand still on top of his feelings the muscles in his hand tense.

Dominik laughed coldly; no one would find the humor in what he was about to say except him.

"I promise you don’t want any of that Jey okay, she’s– he started counting on his fingers– crazy, controlling, and do you really know how many times she’s been around ring so to speak she a s-"

Jey stepped out of the doorway swiftly, right into Dominik’s face, his hand slipping out from underneath hers.

"Finish that sentence, I dare you." His voice dropped into something much more sinister.

Jey didn’t play about his even if this was just “sex” like they keep telling themselves, he didn’t play about her either.

“Come on, say it,” he leaned in closer, “she’s a what?” He cupped his ear to hear Dominik's words, but he just heard his stuttered breathing.

"What you gonna do, hit me? Catch a fine?"

He almost hit him, he wanted to but he didn’t; he had a better idea.

"Nah, I won’t hit you here, but tonight it’s me and you and I’ll beat your ass in front of your chick."

Don’t you-"

“Don’t I what?” He grinned, “Don't disrespect her?”

“Yeah, watch your fucking mouth.” He shoved his finger in his face.

"Nah, I’m good. What I will watch, tho, is her face when I pin your ass in the middle of the ring tonight."

Dominik gazed harder, opening his big mouth once again, but the last of his patience finally ran out

"Before your dumbass says something else, get out of my face and my door."

He went to shut the door, but Dominik stopped him, slapping his hand on the door.

“I came to see Rhea.”

“Well ain’t that a damn shame.” He said before slamming the door in his face.

"He doesn't ever just shut up, does he?" He joked, turning to the side, but immediately regretted that choice when he saw Rhea crying, her hair falling in front of her face like a shield.

"Hey, Rhea, it’s okay, he’s gone," he grabbed the sides of her shoulders, "it’s okay."

"No, no, I’m sorry, I-i didn’t mean to." Her voice cracked as she wiped her tears away, only for new ones to roll down her cheeks, replacing them.

"No, don’t apologize it’s fine." He pulled her to him, one of his arms going across her shoulder blades, his hand holding the back of her hand, "It's fine."

"No, you came here for sex, not for me to cry in your bloody arms like a baby." She sobbed her words, almost getting lost in them.

"I’m not just here for sex, Rhea, though it’s amazing I’m your friend and I’m here for you in any way you need, Mama."

His kind words just made her cry harder against his bare chest, her body limp in his grasp.

All she had was Damian, and though they had each other, they only had each other, or so she thought until now.

She mumbled out another apology, which he immediately shot down, telling her she didn’t need to.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen Dom around at work; she didn’t know why this time it had hit her so hard.

She wrapped her arms loosely around his waist, mumbling out another apology.

She was an overapologizer when she got emotional. She hated to cry in front of people, it made her feel weak and she didn’t like to be seen as weak.

He petted the back of her head gently, soothing her.

She didn’t know why she felt so comfortable here in his arms; she usually fought Damian a little before settling into his arms. But here she just fell, didn’t even try to fight him on it.

She lifted her head, wiping the wet skin under her eyes.

"I’m- "

"You better not be fucking apologizing again."

She closed her mouth.

His thumb ran across her cheek, wiping her tears away, "Rhea, I’m your friend and friends are here for each other, so whether it’s in that bed or right here, I'm here for you, you don't have to apologize because you didn’t do anything wrong, he’s an asshole."

"But I-"!

"He’s an asshole, you don’t own him nothin, not even a conversation, Rhea."

"It’s just so hard to see him all the time."

"I know, Rhea, when I said you could call me whenever I didn’t just mean just for booty calls, I mean for anything, so if you need to talk, chill, whatever."

He pushed her hair out of her face, his knuckles brushing against her cheeks, "I’m here."

"That means a lot, Jey, thank you."

"No problem, I got you, Mama." He kissed the top of her head, making the old tears on her cheeks burn away from how hot they got, a tingling sensation going from her head down to her toes.

As he lifted his head back up, his hand stayed in her hair.

Her heart skipped a beat, the same one she thought was broken.

That was an electric pull between them, there always was, just neither of them gave it the energy it needed to be something more powerful than it was.

She didn’t know If she pulled him closer or the other way around, but either way, she was closer to him now, suddenly becoming aware of how naked she was with his hot chest pressed up against hers. His hand never moved from her hair, as if he moved too quickly, he would scare her off like a deer.

His gaze fell from her eyes to her lips for just a second, but in his head it was longer.

Her full lips were a beautiful, rosy color, her top teeth peeking out just a little, her tongue resting underneath.

He knew he shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t, but she was calling him like sirens.

With those eyes, maybe she was one.

Her hands moved up his sides, her nails tracing the vertical sides embedded in his tan skin.

She caught his eyes dip down to her lips, and she instinctively licked them, making them shine.

She was trying to play it cool, but her heart was beating out of her chest, her mind racing.

His eyes meet hers again, smiling, knowing he got caught.

He wouldn't dare break their eye contact again. Her chest fell rapidly, her body hot. She knew what she wanted, but she wasn't sure she could handle it.

Her breath got caught in her throat when he leaned in closer, her mind going completely blank.

His hand finally moved from her hair to the side of her face, cupping her cheek.

She could feel his body was just as hot as hers, he wanted this just as bad and as he leaned in closer, her eyes shut instinctively, preparing herself, feeling the warm heat of his mouth that she was drawn to, and she almost gave in. Almost.

"Jey, we can’t." She was telling herself more than him, they couldn’t cross that line yet.

"I know. He whispered just inches away from her mouth

"So pull away." She whispered back

"I can’t."

"Me either."

"So don’t," he continued to lean in, and she didn’t stop him this time, waiting for his lips to meet hers, but they never did.

Instead, a knock came.

"I swear, if that’s Dominik, I’m beating his ass this time, no questions."

She laughed, "Then I’ll get to see you beat his ass twice."

She reluctantly pulled away from him, missing his body against hers, and walked back towards the door.

She looked out the peephole, seeing Damian standing there impatiently tapping his foot, knocking again.

"Oh shit, it’s Damian."

"Aw shit," he picked up his clothes off the ground.

"Hurry, hurry, come on!"

I’m hurrying, Mama, he chuckled, carrying his clothes into the bathroom. "Are you really that ashamed of me?" He joked with a pout.

"Boy, just get in the bathroom."

"Then I’ll get my kiss?" He grinned like he was joking, but was genuinely asking.

"Get in the bloody bathroom." She shoved him in, shutting the door behind him.

She took a deep breath, straightening herself up, fluffing her hair before opening the door.

"Hey mate, what’s up?" She awkwardly leaned against the frame.

He looked at her suspiciously. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I’m fine. Why are you knocking on my door so early?"

"It’s 9 o'clock, Rhea. Why aren’t you dressed? I thought we were heading to the gym this morning?"

"Oh, I totally forgot mate, I-i just fell asleep."

Rhea had a tell when she lied; her lips twitched, and her lips were twitching right now.

"Mh-hmm, well, get dressed so we can get a workout in. Oh, and tell Jey wherever he’s hiding this time, he’s welcome to come if he’s not too tired for whatever ‘workout’ you two did last night."

She could hear Jey laughing from inside the bathroom while she was too stunned to speak

"I’ll- were be- Damian, it’s just-" she tried to find the right words.

"Hey, you don’t have to explain to me, Rips, whatever it is Uso good for it. I’m just happy to see you happy."

"Thank you, Priest." She smiled sweetly

"You’re welcome, now hurry up so we can go."

"Ok, we will see you in a bit."

"Ok, bye, Rips, bye Uso!"

"Peace, D!" His voice was muffled behind the door..

"Alright, see you guys in a bit", Damian chuckled, walking away as she shut the door.

"You’re an idiot!" She joked, banging on the door.

"Do I get my kiss now?" He poked his head out the door.

"If you can do one hundred pushups in a row, sure you’ll get your kiss."

"Alright, bet."

They both knew he couldn’t do that many in a row, but he'll be damned if he wasn’t going to try his hardest and win himself that damn kiss.

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rhodesrider · 2 years ago

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A Purple Christmas

Mafia!Judgement Day x Little!Fem!Y/N

Warnings: Some flashbacks, some cussing, age regression, mention of weapons, mentions of harassment, mentions of violence/gun violence

Minors! DNI! 18+!

Feeling the cool air in her room and soon the light shining on her face, Y/N smiled as she had a long night getting stuff together for her sweethearts while they were at work handling business. The presents one by one still in her room. She wanted to make something practical, that they would wear all the time so she took the time to make bracelets. For each one of them has a special charm. She opened her eyes slow and she yawned some hearing holiday music downstairs. Getting up slow stretching, going to do her usual face routine and putting on slippers peeking out the doorway trying to look downstairs. JD walked by the hallways and smirked seeing her some, motioning her to come down as he was carrying gifts as well. She nodded and went back to grab the bag full of boxes. She walked down carefully and squealed soon getting scooped up by Finn. “Merry Christmas little munchkin!” He growled and play tickled her holding her tight so she doesn’t fall. That got everyone attention and gave a smile to the whole group seeing her smile in the morning. “There’s my little princess!” Rhea squealed some as she loved the holidays the most and had her big gift ready between her legs. Finn put her down in her favorite chair in the living room and kissed her on the forehead one last time before going to his pile ready for her. “Ok so, Dom and Damian are fixing breakfast, and I know you’re hungry but we made a wheel so you can do something before we eat.” JD gave her the wheel kissing her forehead as well before sitting back down. “Is papa making pancakes?” Y/N ask as she examining the wheel. “Your favorite pancakes and fruit bowl. They also made some bacon and eggs.” JD answered as he fixed the three gifts he got Y/N on his side of the L-Couch. “Yummy! But ok I’ll pick now! I wanna exchange my gifts as well!” She smiled happy as she spun the wheel.

The first name was Dominic, “Dom Dom! Come on in here. JD tag in with him.” Rhea instructed and both nodded trading places. Dom smiled and went to Y/N kissing her all over and giving her three small boxes and one giant one. “Open them in any order babydoll.” He watched closely as Y/N started to open them, the first was a pandora bracelet, blank canvas, her last one was broke from a raid that happened to their house earlier in the year and two of her charms were stolen. Dominik protected her while the others handled the men that intruded and held her close in her room calming her down so she wouldn’t have a panic attack. After that he wanted to check but she didn’t want him to leave so he stayed and comforted her the whole time. Y/N shed a tear and he smiled placing it on her wrist for her. She smiled at the small engravement and kissed his nose. “Thank you Dom.” Y/N loved it. The other two were boxes with 3 charms in it each for the bracelet, he slowly restored it back for her and added more. And the big gift was next. “I hope you love it ,it was literally the last one.” He smiled. She opened it smiling seeing it was a giant gengar, a limited edition one that was a pale purple. “You got me a shiny gengar!” She squealed as it was one of Y/Ns Pokemon on her team. She helped Dom get into Pokemon and they always play the newest game the DLCs and battle each other. Y/N held the stuffie close to her and kissed Dom on the cheeks making him blush. Little did he know that Finn already spun the wheel and shoved him to the side excited. “Hey!” He was ready for a fight with Finn and his cheeky smile but Rhea put an end to that giving a look to both. “Stop the rough housing and gift her.” Rhea hissed. She giggled and tossed Dom his gift she made him, “Don’t open it yet ok?” He nodded smiling at the semi wrapped well gift.

Finn proudly took gengar and put him to the side of her and gave her two gifts and one big one. “Sure that was sweet and all pipsqueak but mine is gonna take the cake.” Damien overheard him rolling his eyes and in the process saying in his language “Se va a llevar el pastel solo porque ayudé.” (It’s gonna take the cake only because I helped.) JD smirked some knowing what he said and Finn rolled his eyes. “Why is papa Damien so mean to me?” Finn pouted and it made Y/N pout hugging him. “Ok lass go at it.” She giggled and she started to tear the gifts open. One box contained a beautiful necklace, with Finn’s initials. “Awwww finny…” she smiled and Finn helped her put it on. She opened the next and it was vinyls that she wanted for her collection, limited edition. The last one was an envelope, she looked at it and she teared the top opening it and seeing it was tickets to her favorite artist. She squealed to the top of her lungs and she jumps up and down soon gripping on to Finn hugging him koala style. She’s been wanting to go to the concert for a while but due to how everything is set up she couldn’t go by herself. But Finn took the time to talk to Rhea and she subsided her overprotective ways for her this once, but there was a twist. He had to go with her. “I thought you did like my music teddy bear…” she pouted looking up. He sigh swallowing his pride and shrugged. “Eh I’ll live. It’s only one night and you’ve been wanting to go so bad.” He kissed her and hugged her close. The last gift she opened was another large stuffed animal, the pokemon mudkip. “You said it reminded you of me so why not?” He laughed some. She hugged it close and kissed his cheek giving him his gift. “Don’t open it just yet.” She stopped him before he opened it like a kid on Christmas. He nodded fast and Damien finally finished up breakfast.

After that they started up the wheel again, and Rhea was next. She smiled and she placed her gifts in front of Y/N sitting in front of her watching her rip them open. One small one and one big one. She started with the little one. A necklace, a small locket with her and Rhea in a photo. “Mama I love it.” She smiled and Rhea helped her put it on layering it so it doesn’t overlaps Finn’s. “Now this is very special babygirl, this was passed down in my family. And mama loves you so much that she’s giving it to you. You mean the world to mama, to finny, to Papa and Dom Dom and JJ. You mean everything to us. So I want you to have this ok?”Y/N teared up and Rhea kissed her tears away giggling. “No crying baby. We love you.” Y/N sniffles hugging her again. And the big gift was a giant mimikyu, she was grateful for all the stuffed animals but she’s scared she won’t have any more space in her bed. Next was Damien, he smiled and got his three gifts. “Ok flower, I can’t top tears or squeals I honestly just want that beautiful smile I love seeing.” She nodded and she started to unopen gifts. Damien was always the calm note in Y/Ns time being with them. She would have night terrors and she would need comfort and Damien was always there to calm her and hum to her. One night as they were having a meeting and drinks, and Y/N doesn’t do people well. She walked down the steps to get some water from the kitchen, running into one of the security guards for the other gang that was visiting for a meeting. She was in a big shirt and slippers, saying excuse me to the guard. But he was blocking her way, taunting her some. “You must be the goths pet.” He smirked and looked at her up and down. She was getting uncomfortable, “p-please move…” she said low and the man smirked getting to her level. “I could eat you alive talking to me like that pet.” She was shaking some whimpering and she ran the other way quick upstairs. The man wanted to follow her but was stopped by the last person he wanted to see. “Where are you going?” Damien hissed and looking down at the shorter man, “No where man-“ “I wouldn’t lie. Try again.” The guard was silent and Damien sighed. He walked away and went upstairs slow hearing some crying upstairs.

Damien was growing angry hearing her cry, he hated tears falling from her beautiful face. He knocked on the door and soon hear nothing. “Mamas can I come in?” He heard a broken yes and walked in seeing her hiding under her blanket. “Princess…are you ok?” Damien asked low. He slowly uncovered her from under the blanket and saw that her eyes were puffy, and her knife in her hand. “Baby, why do you have that? Were you protecting yourself?” She nodded fast putting the knife on the other side and getting in his arms crying. Damien was so hurt and that put rage in his heart, someone wanting to touch what’s theirs. He rocked her to calm her down, “I just wanted some water, I’m sorry papa I shouldn’t have left my room…he scared me…” she said in the middle of sobbing. He rocked her more and hummed in her ear holding her close. “No one is ever gonna hurt you angel. Not while we are around.” That was a promise. And the man that bothered Y/N, well Damien put Y/N to sleep and dragged that man outside doing some unspeakable things. His anger is something not to be tampered with. Or what he loves.

Y/N opened beautiful gifts from Damien, handwoven jewelry and rings with beautiful gems inside. “I’m scared to even wear these…” she muttered. It was so beautiful that she feels if she wears them they will crumble to dust. “You don’t have to wear them now baby but I’m so glad you love them.” He smiled and kissed her forehead and nose making her giggle. She put on the woven bracelet and smiled at the beautiful colors. While they discussed some in the living room happy that she’s admiring the gifts there’s still one more person. JD. He was honest nervous about giving his gifts. He’s been with the crew for a while but not as long as they stuck together, and they all been sticking together as a family. Sometimes JD feels like he intrudes into a lot even though he works with them. “JJ?” The sweetest voice took him out of his thoughts and he looked up seeing Y/N over him as he was sat down. “You wanna open mine with everyone first?” She asked feeling he was a bit nervous on his first Christmas. He saw the box in her hand and nodded. They all started to open their gifts and they all saw a homemade bracelet. “I know it’s not much I just didn’t wanna let you guys be without this year…” she rubbed her hands together slightly nervous from their expressions. “Babygirl it’s beautiful..” Finn smiled putting it on seeing it was a black and followed by his favorite color. The same patterns with everyone else and special charms that symbolized them. JD saw his charm seeing it was a small angel. “You are one of my protectors no matter how long I’ve known I thank you everyday for loving me, accepting me and being here for me JJ..” he sniffled some letting a tear fall. “Thank you dollface.” He kissed her cheek hugging her. Dominik has an angel and a mood checker charm, symbolizing him watching her and communicating her moods and tempers, when she wants to be little and hide away, he’s her protecter and keep her moods in check so she can survive. Rhea has the angel and a figure of them hugging holding a heart. Symbolism of her being her first love, Rhea was her first everything and will always be her mama. Damien had the extra charm of an angel and a lion, royalty and a proud papa like most lions are. And Finn a charm of an angel and a jokester icon, always making her laugh and playing with her to keep her little and making her happy right to left. JD gave his gifts next, an Apple Watch with a cute band in the next box and new AirPods. “Thank you JJ!” She said excited to set it up and get it working on her phone. Rhea was proud of JD, and so happy that Y/N had a great Christmas.

“So baby who had the best gifts?”Dominik asked while they were all watching some Christmas movies. “I loved all of them silly! I can’t choose.” She smiled as she sat in Damien’s lap playing with his necklace. “It was me.” Finn muttered. Dom rolled his eyes. Rhea threw a small object at Finn giving him a look. “I’m glad you had a wonderful Christmas babygirl.” The warmest smile was still on JDs face looking at the bracelet grateful of his gift. “The best Christmas.” He mumbled kissing the charm.

Merry Christmas~

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dnddykes · 3 months ago

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for the love of god ignore the hand PLEASE, I don’t have the energy to fix it

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ellswritings · 3 months ago

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Tricky Situations

Cody Rhodes/Runnels x Reader

TW: Lots of fluff, bad language, no smut but mentions of sexual actions, sexual tension, idiots in love. This is based on a request made my the wonderful and amazing @reebs-luvs-rhodes-and-wrestling, so I hope you all love it <3

Word Count: 12.02K

Tags: @reebs-luvs-rhodes-and-wrestling

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Cody Rhodes and Y/N L/N were the definition of platonic soulmates. They were the perfect mold for anyone to model their friendship after. Their camaraderie was the stuff of legend, both on and off the screen. Fans adored their playful banter during interviews, their synchronized moves in the ring, and the genuine affection that radiated between them. They were the dynamic duo, the unbeatable team, the best friends who had each other's backs no matter what.

Backstage it was no different, they were inseparable. Whether it was grabbing coffee before a show, rehearsing promos, hanging out in the locker room, or watching movies all night in their shared hotel room. Y/N and Cody were always together. It was rare that anyone would ever catch one without the other.

In the beginning, they raised a lot of eyebrows. There was a lot of speculation of them being in a relationship due to how often they were seen together, but those rumors were quickly put to rest. While many fans still “shipped” the together, everyone knew their relationship would remain friendly as it always had been.

In interviews there were always questions about certain moments in Kayfabe or even about photos taken of them outside of the ring that questioned their friendship. But their answers were always the same.

“Ew, he’s like my brother.”

“Absolutely not. She’s my best friend.”

“I’d probably throw up if he tried to kiss me, honestly.”

“She snores when she sleeps, I don’t think I could spend the rest of my life living with that torture.”

The responses were always playful, filled with banter like every conversation they had. They would slap each other or shove each other if they chose to be a little extra sensitive, but it was all in good nature.

Still though, no matter how many times they said things between them were completely platonic, the edits, memes, conspiracy theories, and social media posts never faded.

It didn’t bother them though. The only people who needed to know the true nature of their relationship was them, and they were content with that. They still went about their life as usual. Traveling to venues together, doing interviews, grabbing dinner, walking Pharaoh, even training new students at the Nightmare Factory.

Everything was great. Until Paul Levesque decided he wanted Cody and Y/S/N to do a promo with Rhea Ripley and Dominik Mysterio. Rhea and Y/S/N had a rivalry going on and it was good for the storyline to have Cody and Dom by their sides as support, which would eventually lead to a mixed tag match.

It was always hard to keep a straight face when arguing on screen with Rhea as Y/N and Demi actually had a really strong friendship backstage. So they had to constantly think of negative things to remain in character. It helped having Cody out there as seeing him be “The American Nightmare” rather than Cody Runnels kept her in check.

The promo itself was going well. The audience was completely entranced by the words and shots being taken. Dominik didn’t get much out before being booed which lead perfectly to Cody chiming in sarcastically before Rhea jumped in to defend her man. They played off each other nicely. The difference in their dynamics kept everyone hooked.

Then came the portion where Rhea had to take a cheap shot at Y/S/N. She was ready to take her bump, Cody shifting slightly so he wouldn’t be in the way. But Y/N felt something was wrong as Rhea went to give her a big boot. Y/N went to sell the hell out of it, the bottom of her boot connecting to the side of her face. She throws herself backwards, but instead of meeting the mat below her, she collides with a broad chest that definitely was not supposed to be there.

Y/N groans as she hears Cody cough beneath her. They landed in a heap of tangled limbs. Both of them try to get to their feet as fast as possible, knowing this fall wasn’t scripted, but things only worsened as they moved.

Y/N tries to stand the same time Cody tries to roll over which somehow ends with Y/N straddling Cody, his hands on her waist in the middle of the ring.

Her face flushes as whistles erupt throughout the audience. She glances down at Cody who looks stoic on the outside but she can see the panic behind his ice blue eyes.

“You gonna get up, Y/N/N?” He whispers through tight-lips so only she can hear.

Y/N snaps out of her daze, “Right, sorry.”

Y/N scrambles back up to her feet, doing her best to remain in character as she helps Cody up. Unfortunately the damage was already done. The arena was buzzing with giggling fans, future rumors, and the snapping of cameras.

Michael Cole and Pat McAfee let out the most natural laughs they could, making some sort of joke to try and distract everyone from the scene, and while it was appreciated, it definitely didn’t work. Y/N and Cody went to walk backstage and out of muscle memory, he went to put his hand on her lower back to guide her, but as soon as they heard the whistles from the crowd he retracted his touch. They both share the same anxious look before completely disappearing into the back.

Turns out their coworkers are even more immature than the fans. Everyone they walked past made a comment about it, whether it was subtle or not depended on the person. Y/N rolled her eyes particularly hard when walking by Logan Paul who let out an obnoxious whistle.

“Damn, Cody! You are one lucky S.O.B.” He pats his back before looking Y/N up and down and continuing on his way.

Y/N clenches her fist in anger and she turns to give the Maverick a piece of her mind. Just as she’s about to pounce, Cody places his hands on her waist gently. She turns to him, an incredulous look on her face as she can’t believe he’s stopping her.

He shakes his head, “He’s not worth whatever witty thing you’re about to say,” he tells her with his signature half smile. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he’s no doubt feeling the same embarrassment she is. “Don’t waste it on him. C’mon…” he pulls her along with him, “Let’s go get you some fruit from catering.”

Just hearing him speak managed to cool her rising anger. She melted into his touch, allowing him to guide her back to catering. He somehow always knows exactly what to say to fix everything. It only made it better when he grabbed them a plate to share, managing to remember every single one of her favorite fruits. Thankfully, no one else said anything along the way about the incident in the ring. It’s times like this where Y/N is so grateful to have a best friend like Cody.

But things felt a bit off once they sat down. Anytime they made eye contact, both of them would immediately look away, like they had been caught doing something bad. Or their faces would heat up from the prolonged glances. They both chalked it up to being embarrassed by what happened, but something definitely changed in the air that surrounded their friendship.

They just didn’t know what yet.

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From that day on, Cody and Y/N found themselves getting into very similar situations. No matter where they went, the tension between them seemed to grow. Their conversations seemed much more charged than usual, the glances they shared seemed to last a bit longer, touches linger for longer than they should, even something as simple as watching movies together in the hotel room suddenly became a bit more intense than usual.

Y/N groaned irritatedly as the pen she was using to sign autographed pictures of herself ran out of ink. She managed to get ready quicker than usual so she scrambled over to get these signatures done. She had been slacking in doing them recently and she felt terrible. She would be nowhere without her fans so the least she could do is get these autographs done.

However, it becomes a slight challenge as she chucks the dead pen in the garbage can in the corner of the room before walking out. She remembers one of the grips told her that there was a supply closet around the corner if she needed anything so she headed that way.

Well, she tried to.

A small ‘umph’ leaves her as she collides into a solid chest. Her eyes travel upwards, apology locked and loaded for not watching where she was going, until her irises locked with a familiar pair of icy blue ones.

“Hey, Y/N/N…” Cody greets with a smile. “What are you doing? Don’t you have a match?”

Y/N visibly relaxes, glad she doesn’t have to profusely apologize for being a klutz as Cody is already well aware of the fact. She quirks a playful brow, “Yeah, in like an hour,” she laughs. “Damn with the way you said that you’d think I was a slacker or something.”

Cody’s eyes widen, “No– No, that’s not what I meant. I just didn’t know if you needed to go and run over some bumps or–”

Y/N pokes his chest playfully, “Relax. I’m kidding,” she gestures for him to follow after her as she continues down the hallway. “But no, Gionna and I are good. We were at it for like six hours yesterday. I’m just signing autographs right now since I got the time, but my pen died, so I’m just grabbing a new one.”

“Always working, aren’t you?” He nudges her shoulder with his, making her stumble into the wall.

She sends a teasing glare, “Well one of us has to,” she fires sassily before opening the door to the supply closet and walking in, Cody following closely behind.

“Are you implying I don’t work?” He crosses his arms over his chest as he starts helping her go through the plethora of boxes to find one with pens.

“What? No,” she scoffs teasingly. “I would never say such a thing.”

“And this is why you could never play a convincing heel,” he smirks back at her, grabbing a box from a higher shelf. “You can’t lie for shit.”

Y/N’s scoffs loudly, whipping her head around, “For your information–”

She’s suddenly cut off by one of the many boxes filled with heavy items start falling from high above. Cody notices, grabbing Y/N’s shoulders protectively before pulling her into his chest. The two of them collide with the door they left slightly ajar. The door slams shut with a small click as the box hits the floor with a loud thud.

Cody and Y/N stand there breathlessly, Y/N leaning onto Cody’s chest as he keeps his hands firm on her hips. The two of them look down at the spilled contents all over the floor and begin laughing.

“Well… found your pens,” he says cheekily.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but nonetheless bends over to pick one up. “Would’ve been more helpful if I didn’t have to almost die to get them.”

“Luckily for both of us you didn’t,” he says endearingly. He’s always loved how overdramatic she can get. He turns to grab the door handle, “Now let’s get outta here so you can finish signing–”

The door handle won’t budge.

Y/N lifts an eyebrow, “Need a hand, Runnels?”

He jiggles the handle roughly, “It won’t open.”

“What?”

“The door,” Cody pulls a bit harder, “It won’t open.”

Y/N tries to move around his large frame, but with the space being so crammed it’s a tight fit. She manages to wiggle in front of him, looking down at the door handle. She tries to open it herself which makes Cody exhale rather loudly.

“Wow, wish I would’ve thought of that,” he quips sassily.

Y/N looks over her shoulder, sending a glare his way. “I was just trying to see.”

“I said it won’t open, how is you doing the exact same thing I did gonna help?”

“I don’t know!” Y/N exclaims, growing more frustrated with their situation. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Is there a lock on it or something?” He asks, trying to see through the darkness.

Y/N bends down a little bit, not aware of how hard she’s pressing into Cody. Not that they can go anywhere or put much distance between them. So the man simply inhales sharply but says nothing. “It looks like it’s manually locked by a key,” she reveals, running a hand over her face. “Which means we’re stuck until one of the maintenance workers can come open it.”

“You don’t have your phone on you to call someone?” Cody asks her, noticing the growing heat in the small closet. When the door was open it seemed much bigger, enough to fit both of them. But now it feels if either of them were to take a breath that it might make them suffocate.

“No,” Y/N sighs frustratedly. “I left it in the other room.” She turns, narrowing her eyes at him, “Where’s your phone?” She asks in an almost accusatory tone.

Cody shrugs, “In my locker. I was going over my promo in hair and makeup so I put it away, that way I wouldn’t get distracted.”

“Convenient…” she mumbles, glancing around to try and find something to open the door.

“Why are you mad at me?” Cody furrows his eyebrows. “It’s not my fault.”

Y/N huffs, realizing her snippiness shouldn’t be directed at him. She turns around without thinking, her face suddenly impossibly close to his. Her chest presses against his mid-section, his ice blue eyes boring into hers. Her breath hitches when she realizes that their noses are practically touching. She swallows the butterflies that appeared out of nowhere. Her mind feels overly fuzzy. She doesn’t understand what brought on the rush of nerves, but she doesn’t want to know.

“I’m not mad at you,” she finally utters, much quieter than she thought she was going to. “I’m just… trying to find a way out.”

Cody stares at her, feeling her chest rise and fall with each breath. His hand twitches at his side as the impulsive urge to place his hand on her waist fills his mind. He notices how her eyes flicker across his face, never travelling below his neck. It makes him wonder if it’s on purpose or if she naturally just possesses that high level of respect that forces her to maintain eye contact.

“Well, I’m not working against you Y/N/N,” Cody smiles softly at her. “I’m trying to help too, y’know…” he says teasingly.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but she can’t help smiling at him. “I know… ’m sorry for snapping at you,” she mumbles. “Just don’t wanna be stuck in here for longer than we have to.”

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you two heads are better than one?”

“It shouldn’t take two heads to unlock a door,” Y/N fires back sassily.

“Then I guess that makes us special, huh?” He grins goofily and Y/N wishes she could pretend to be annoyed, but she can’t help herself when a soft chuckle escapes her lips.

“Just shut up and help me,” Y/N grumbles, forcing herself to look serious.

Cody throws his hands up in mock defense, “Okay, okay… so angry.”

The two of them glance around the small space, trying to find anything that might serve as some sort of assistance. Unfortunately, everything in the small storage closet doesn’t fit the criteria for their circumstances.

“There’s seriously no safety pins in here?” Y/N asks aloud, squinting her eyes to read some of the labels on the cardboard.

Cody’s brows furrow “What would you do with a safety pin?”

Y/N doesn’t look back at him, answering matter-of-factly, “Pick the lock, obviously.”

“How do you know how to pick a lock?” He stares at his best friend with an expression that definitely surpasses shock.

Y/N pauses, finally looking back at him, his body still behind hers. “Do you really want to know the answer to that question?” She asks.

“Yeah, kinda,” Cody nods with a scoff, his face still scrunched with confusion.

Y/N remains silent for a moment, “Before Good left for AEW, we had a couple of… interesting experiences together.”

“What does that even mean?” Cody interrogates. He shifts slightly, accidentally brushing Y/N’s backside with the movement. If she noticed, she doesn’t say anything, still messing with the door handle in front of her.

Y/N sighs, yanking the handle with a bit more force than necessary. “We were drunk at an after party for one of the PLE’s like five years ago and we got locked out on the roof. Neither of us could call anyone so he asked me if I had a safety pin. I had one on my skirt ‘cause it was too big and long story short, he showed me how to pick a lock.”

“Why have I never heard this story?” He asks with a frown. He knows he shouldn’t be jealous. Y/N’s always been friendly, she’s got a good rapport with pretty much everyone in the locker room. Plus, she worked closely with The Shield during their prime, so it only makes sense that she had a good relationship with Jonathan Good. The logic didn’t help soothe the uncomfortable burning in his chest at the thought of her being close like this with someone else.

She shrugs, “Never came up. Well… until now at least.”

Cody forced his mind to stay on the situation at hand. He reaches around her, trying to grab the door handle, “Here, let me try something.”

Y/N unintentionally stiffens as Cody’s arms wrap around her. She can feel his chin practically resting on her shoulder, his breath fanning her neck lightly. Her pulse quickens as his body heat becomes almost unbearable. It’s not like he hasn’t had his arms around her before, but this feels different. Maybe it’s just her who feels it, but she can’t ignore the surge of pure electricity coursing through her just by his presence. Ever since that day when she took the botched bump, small moments like this have become harder to view as friendly.

Her hands are pressed against the door in front of her to keep her upright as Cody methodically fiddles with the handle. She doesn’t know if he’s aware of how hard he’s pushing her forward, but it’s not of importance.

“You all right?” Cody asks worriedly, much too close to her ear. Chills run down her spine as she tries to come up with a coherent sentence. He felt her tense up the moment he moved closer to her so he wanted to check in. He didn’t realize the reason she’s unable to speak or even think properly is because of him.

“Uh– yeah, yeah I’m good. It’s just getting kinda warm in here,” Y/N replies, her throat bobbing as she swallows harshly.

Cody glances at her arms, “You sure you’re warm? You’ve got goosebumps.”

The way he meant it was completely innocent but the tone in his voice made Y/N inhale sharply, eyes closing as she repeatedly reminds herself that this man is like a brother to her. Though it seems the more she says it the less convinced she actually is.

“Nope,” she says stiffly. “Definitely hot. Super warm.”

Cody uses one of his hands, curling his arm to place it on her cheek in a delicate manner. It’s something he had done millions of times when she was feeling ill as a way to check her temperature. Feeling his hand on her skin simply makes her burn up even more. Her heart rate is beating so loud she’s more than ninety percent sure he could hear it. Yet his face remains unaffected, the emotion of concern being the only thing he’s letting show. Y/N finds herself leaning into him, their bodies pushed even closer together. His lips are still impossibly close to her neck due to their awkward stance. One slight shift in footing and he’d kissing the sensitive area.

“You do feel a little warm,” Cody voices, his bright blue eyes scanning over her. He notices the irregular way her chest rises and falls with every breath. Her eyes seem unnaturally hooded and her lips are parted slightly. He wonders what could possibly be going on with her to warrant this shift in behavior. She was her normal self just mere moments ago. “Have you been feeling sick?”

Sick isn’t the word to currently describe how she’s feeling.

“No,” Y/N tells him, trying to muster up her most unbothered smile, but judging by the skeptical look on Cody’s face, she didn’t do a very good job. “I’m feeling okay. Maybe I’m just getting claustrophobic or something.”

That’s when his focus is completely taken away from the door. The hand that was on her cheek drifts down to her neck to see if her raised temperature is even everywhere while his other hand grips onto her hip. Y/N exhales, her eyes fully closing as the sensations become much too overwhelming. She doesn’t understand why she’s feeling this way. Cody pauses for a second too long, silently hoping Y/N doesn’t notice. He feels the way her body relaxes into him. He fights the urge to squeeze the fat of her hip, reminding himself that this is Y/N. His best friend Y/N. But the tantalizing smell of coconut, eucalyptus, and oak fogs his mind for a brief moment. But that brief moment is all it takes. He finds himself leaning forward, his lips just barely hovering above the sweet spot behind her ear. He swears he can hear a small whimper leave her, but ultimately chalks it up to his imagination.

Just as it seems they’re about to forgo any personal boundaries, the two of them are launched forward and tumble to the floor with a loud thud. The two of them groan in different pitches as they realize someone had finally opened the door from the outside. “I told you I heard someone in there,” the familiar voice of Kevin Steen catches their attention.

Y/N forces herself to hide her flustered state by avoiding any and all eye contact with Cody. However, it’s very difficult as the man can’t seem to stop staring at her, despite the fact they had just been caught in a closet together, a bit too close for a reasonable explanation.

“I never said you were wrong,” Randy Orton shrugs. “Just said I didn’t hear anything and would laugh if we opened it and it was empty.”

“Well, it wasn’t,” Kevin says triumphantly. “And we just saved their lives,” he glances at the two best friends who are now slowly getting up from the floor. “You’re welcome by the way.”

“Yeah, thanks…” Y/N says gratefully, still trying to avoid staring at Cody so it comes off a bit more awkward than she intended.

“What were you guys even doing in there anyway?” Randy questions, arms folded over his chest somehow making him appear even bigger than he already is.

That’s when it happens. Y/N and Cody look at each other, both of their mouths open slightly as they try to find something to say. They didn’t do anything wrong, yet it felt like they were being caught doing something inappropriate by one of their parents. It didn’t make sense. Why did it feel like a lie if they were to say their original plan was to look for pens and they ended up getting locked in there? That truly was what happened, but by the way she can still feel a buzz on her cheek where his hand used to be, it felt dishonest to minimize the impact that tiny closet had.

“She was signing autographs and her pen died,” Cody finally answered for the both of them. But even though he was answering Randy, his eyes continuously flickered over to the woman next to him. “So we tried to find one and ended up getting locked in.”

Y/N was grateful he was able to say that and appear as though he believed it. She isn’t sure she could’ve gotten through it without looking absolutely guilty of something she didn’t even do.

“And neither of you bothered to call for help?” Kevin asks with a small chuckle. “You guys do know cellphones are a thing now, right?”

“Neither of us had ours,” Y/N speaks up, the steadiness in her voice surprising her. “I left mine in the signing room and Cody’s is in his locker.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Randy shakes his head before patting Y/N’s back with a fond grin. “You two always seem to be the ones getting stuck in situations like this.”

“Believe me, we’re not purposefully going out of our way to get stuck in closets,” Y/N replies with a lighthearted laugh, the tension from Cody’s touch slowly easing out of her shoulders. “I guess it’s just a best friend curse or something,” she glances over at Cody.

“I don’t know about that,” Kevin teases, bumping Cody’s shoulder as the five of them begin heading down the hallway to finish prepping for their long night. “Randy and I have never been caught in a closet like that. You two looked pretty snug.”

“Shut up,” Y/N scoffs with an eye roll. “Where else could we have gone? Up on the shelves? Wasn’t exactly a lot of room in there.”

Cody remains silent as the three people next to him continue to joke around. He doesn’t know why he can’t bring himself to chime in, but every time he looks at Y/N he can feel his hands become clammy and a feverous chill pass through him. The way she’s smiling as Randy keeps his arm securely around her shoulders, and the way she playfully pushes Kevin away as he continues to berate them for the questionable circumstances she cand Cody continue to end up in. It makes him furrow his brows as he tries to figure out where these sudden changes in his feelings are coming from. All he can decipher is that he may have enjoyed being pressed up against her a bit too much when they were stuck in that closet.

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Things had seemed to calm down slightly over the next week or so. While memes and rumors still circulated about the nature of Cody and Y/N’s friendship, they hadn’t done anything more to incriminate themselves. The supply closet incident thankfully stayed between them, Randy, and Kevin, so there was no more ammunition for people to continue using.

… Until now.

One early morning in Cody’s hometown of Atlanta Georgia, he had invited Y/N to stay with him for the week so he could show her around. SmackDown was going to be there that Friday so he figured they could spend a few days before just hanging out before the show. It wasn’t the first time she had stayed with him, but it had definitely been a while. He had gotten her up early Thursday morning and forced her to go to the gym at the Nightmare Factory. She protested, wanting to sleep in, but he wouldn’t allow it. Said she’d feel better if they got their workout out of the way first so they could have the rest of the day to themselves.

She hated it, but she knew he was right. She’d despise herself more if they waited until later. So she begrudgingly forced herself out of the comfortable bed in his spare bedroom and went with him to the gym.

Y/N enjoyed working out at the private gym at Cody’s training facility. It once belonged to his dad, but it was passed down to him after Dusty passed. That was a hard time for everyone, especially considering the amount of time Y/N spent with the Runnels family.

Things had been going well. It was a chest and shoulders day, so they went through their usual workouts, doing their separate weights and stretches until they met up to spot each other at the bench press. Cody went first, smirking as he slid more plates on the bar. Y/N rolled her eyes at his cockiness but nonetheless kept herself ready just in case his muscles weren’t strong enough for his ego.

Then it was her turn. She got into position, adding more weight than she normally does. It’s that time of the year where she bulks before doing a huge cut so she’s pushing herself to lift more than usual. Cody raises an eyebrow but says nothing, knowing better than to question the strength of his best friend.

But he quickly realizes that maybe he should have. Y/N is fine for the first three reps, until he notices the smallest quiver in her arms as she goes to press up for the fourth time. He watches as her back begins to lift off the bench and he moves to help her rack the bar before she hurts herself.

Unfortunately, right as he goes to grab the bar, she pushes up at the exact same time which makes him lose his balance.

“Shit,” Cody yelps as he uses his unnatural reflexes to toss the bar to the floor before it could crush Y/N. Unfortunately it wasn’t fast enough to stop his frame from toppling forward with the momentum and crashing on top of her on the bench.

Y/N lets out a loud grunt as she’s crushed by her best friend. It takes her a moment to realize the precarious position they now find themselves in. She freezes as her eyes settle directly on Cody’s crotch which is definitely too close to her face for comfort. She can feel him tense on top of her as he comes to terms with how close his own mouth is to her lower extremities.

Neither of them move. If anyone were to walk in or look on from the many windows, all of the times they denied being just friends would no longer matter. No one would believe them if they were caught like this. But for some reason they stay like that. Breathing heavily as they sit in the electrified silence.

If Y/N were to listen to her intrusive thoughts, she would have leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the slight bulge in his sweatpants, but thankfully she has some sense of self control.

Cody swallows roughly, not able to look away from where his eyeline is currently lined up. He could easily slide his fingers up through her spandex. He mentally scolds himself for thinking that about her, but the thought in itself is enough to make his face flush red.

He finally snaps out of his trance, rolling off of her and onto the floor. Y/N keeps her eyes on the ceiling for a split second longer before finally sitting up and looking at Cody. They both were at a loss for words as they tried to figure out what to say to each other after what just happened.

Cody’s the first one to finally speak up, “Are you okay?”

Y/N nods slowly, “Yeah… Are you?”

“Yeah,” he replies.

Y/N can feel her neck heating up as her mind continues replaying the incident that just unfolded. Her eyes flicker down to his lips, biting the inside of her cheek trying to find a way to control herself. She finally finds the right words to say to try and move them forward. “Wanna go get breakfast?”

Cody stares at her blankly until an amused laugh leaves his lips. He shakes his head, pushing himself up off the floor before sticking his hand out to her. “Yeah, let’s get out of here before you try to kill me again.”

“You fell on top of me!” She exclaims playfully, taking his palm in hers as they walk out of the gym and to his car.

The two of them playfully bicker, things falling back into a natural rhythm as they try to forget the heated exchange that happened at the gym. Cody brought her to his favorite bagel place, the two of them enjoying their protein bagels in peace. Until Y/N’s phone begins blowing up. Her brows furrow as she sees Savelina’s name pop up. Cody takes a bite of his food before nodding his head, silently telling her to take the call.

Y/N does, “Hey, Lina. What’s up?”

“Please tell me you’ve checked at least one of your social media accounts in the last thirty minutes,” the woman rushes out, her voice containing an edge of panic.

“No…” Y/N trails off, sharing a worried look with Cody. “Why, what’s going on?”

“Is Cody with you?”

“Yeah…” Y/N trails off with a nervous chuckle. “You’re scaring me, Lina. What’s going on?”

“Here, I’ll send it to you,” she answers.

Y/N takes her phone away from her ear to check her text messages. When she opens their thread, her eyes practically pop out of her head. “Holy shit!”

Cody jumps from the sudden raise in her voice. There’s a tad bit of cream cheese on the corner of his mouth which makes her want to giggle but her mind is still focused on the photo Savelina just sent her. Y/N puts her on speaker so Cody can hear. “That wasn’t even an hour ago,” Y/N says exasperatedly.

“Yeah, I guess a fan was walking past at the wrong time and snapped the photo.”

Cody looks at his best friend, “What photo?”

Y/n sighs before pulling up the picture again and shows it to Cody’s who’s face mimicked her own expression from moments ago. “Shit…” he mumbles.

“You guys are trending number one on X right now,” Sav warns them. “So I would lay low for the next few days if I were you. I’m sure one of you will be getting a call from someone soon.”

Y/N exhales frustratedly, running a hand over her face. Not even three seconds later, Cody’s phone begins to buzz. Both of them tense as they watch Paul Levesque’s name pop up. Y/N hits her head on the dash compartment before speaking again, “Thanks for the warning, Lina.”

“Yeah, good luck guys.” The woman says sympathetically before hanging up.

Cody begrudgingly answers Paul’s call, putting him on speaker. Both of the best friends prepare themselves to get yelled at by their boss. “Hey Paul,” Cody says with a sigh.

“I’m assuming you’ve seen the photo,” Paul says, not angry or disappointed, maybe even slightly amused.

“Just now, yeah,” Cody answers, his hand running over his jaw.

“Is Y/N still with you?”

“Hey Paul…” Y/N greets awkwardly.

“Yeah, I figured,” he says. They hear papers shuffling on his end of the line which indicates that he’s probably already at the arena. “I need you guys to come in a bit earlier so we can do some… damage control on this whole situation before it gets blown out of proportion.”

“All right,” Cody agrees. “We’ll be there.”

“Perfect. See you in a few.”

As soon as Paul hung up the phone, the first thing that came out of either of them was one simple statement.

“We’re fucked.”

By the time they showered, got dressed, and drove over to the arena, an hour had passed. No other talent was there yet and they were specifically instructed by the execs to avoid getting on social media today at all costs so they’ve been actively avoiding their phones.

They had gotten calls from pretty much everyone on the roster and from their families asking what is actually going on. After the fifth or sixth time of telling the story, they both wanted to just send a massive group text to everyone in order to prevent themselves from going insane.

Cody could feel Y/N’s nerves as they walked through the halls to go find Paul. She wrings her hands together, not even realizing she’s doing it. He noticed it was a habit she had when she was anxious. Without putting much thought into it, he reaches over and grabs her left hand with his right. They both flinch from the sudden shock wave that’s sent through them. Y/N’s arm buzzes from the sensation, but she can’t help lacing her fingers through his.

They fit together like a puzzle piece.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he tells her with a nod. She looks in his eyes and he really isn’t just saying that to make her feel better. He actually believes it, and his confidence is enough to make her believe it too. “Nothing bad’s gonna happen. We’ve been through worse.”

Y/N laughs but it lacks the humor it usually has, “I don’t know about that,” she says.

“We have,” Cody insists as they continue walking. “Remember two years ago when you broke your collarbone and we didn’t know how long it would be til you could come back?” He brings up the incident, a brief flash of pain crossing his face as he remembers the tumultuous time. “That to me was definitely worse than this.”

Y/N huffs, “Okay, maybe I am being a bit dramatic, but this is serious. I don’t want this to affect our careers and the business. And I really don’t want people thinking we’ve been dating this whole time and lying about it.”

“Would it really be so bad if we were?” He says out of nowhere, almost like it was an afterthought.

Y/N stops just outside of Paul’s office, her head snapping towards Cody. “What?” She asks incredulously.

“I’m just saying it wouldn’t be that bad if people assumed we had been dating this whole time,” he defends. “We do spend a lot of time together. It’s not completely out of the blue.” He takes note of the shock on Y/N’s face. “Unless you’d be embarrassed to say you were with me.”

Y/N blinks, “I never said that,” she scoffs. “I wouldn’t be embarrassed, I’m just saying I don’t want either of our careers to be focused on a relationship,” she explains. “We’ve both seen what happens when two superstars start dating. They get linked to each other and it’s almost impossible to be separated afterwards. And I don’t wanna make it a gender thing, but it’s a lot easier for the guy in the situation to not be reduced to a piece of eye candy.”

Cody sighs knowing she’s right. Y/N has put her heart and soul into her career and he would hate himself if she became tethered to him over this rumor. He didn’t know why he brought up the fact they could pretend they’d been together, but the more time that goes on, the more he realizes he wouldn’t mind calling her more than his best friend.

“I don’t want you to think I’d ever be ashamed or embarrassed to say that I was with you,” Y/N says softly, almost like she read his mind. “You’re my best friend and a great guy. I just don’t want to be a show girl that accompanies you out to your matches and then I get none of my own.”

Cody’s half grin finally shows, his dimple poking out, “You’re too badass for that. They couldn’t make you just a show girl even if they tried.” He rubs his thumb on the back of her hand, “If anything I’d be out there as your piece of ass.”

Y/N and him both share an intimate chuckle, “Okay mister quarterback of the company,” she teases as their eyes meet at the same time.

“A quarterback is nothing without their left tackle,” he says, his voice lowering as his eyes flicker to her lips briefly. Y/N feels her heart begin to race, wondering if she imagined his quick glance.

Suddenly his head ducks down closer to her face, their noses only inches apart. Y/N does her best to try and diffuse whatever tension is bubbling between them, “I don’t know anything about football…” she mumbles humorously, “so I’m starting to regret my reference.”

Cody laughs, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, “It just means I wouldn’t be successful without you,” he explains.

Y/N is no longer in control of what her body does. She finds herself leaning forward towards him as well. If either of them budged even the slightest, that photo would make them look even more incriminating. Now they would actually be guilty of lying about their relationship.

“You’d be fine without me…” she mumbles, her breath fanning his face.

“I wouldn’t want to be.”

Just as he says that, Y/N reaches up to loop her arms around his neck. Both of them are clearly running on autopilot as the heat of the moment seems to fog their brains and distract them from why they’re even at the stadium this early.

That is until they’re reminded.

“There you two are,” Paul’s voice rings out as he opens up the door to his office. Cody and Y/N jump apart, thanking their lucky stars that Paul’s face is buried in a folder with papers in complete disarray. It gives them enough time to look like they weren’t about to make out in the middle of the hallway. Cody and Y/N share a look, both of their faces burning up from whatever just occurred between them. Paul glances between them when neither of them make a move, “You guys gonna come in?”

Y/N’s the first to snap out of her trance, “Uh, yeah. Sorry,” she apologizes before following Paul into his office, Cody trailing in closely behind. “Just a little thrown off by everything going on,” she explains.

“Yeah, that’s why we wanted you guys to stay away from the internet for right now,” Paul rattles off, gesturing for them to sit down as he puts away whatever paperwork he was working on. “Things get crazy when stuff like this happens.” He finally takes a seat behind his desk, putting his whole attention on the two adults across from him. They might be considered adults by age, but by the way Paul is looking at them, anyone would think they were getting called to the principal's office.

“Listen, I’m not gonna beat around the bush, I respect you both too much to do that. I need you both to understand the severity of the situation. This incident alone might just break the internet,” Paul reveals, folding his hands together. “People are speculating that you two have been together this whole time and have been lying about it. Normally it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but with both of you being the top two babyfaces in the company, lying doesn’t look good on you guys.”

Y/N sighs, running a hand over her face once again, “Yeah, we figured that’s what was gonna happen.”

“Long story short, we don’t want it to affect how fans look at you guys,” Paul explains. “If we have people booing you for lying then it throws off the balance of all the stories we’re trying to create for you now and in the future.” He leans forward, “So I talked to a couple of the execs and writers and we think we’ve come up with a solution.”

Cody and Y/N remain silent but nod their heads, telling their boss they’re interested in what he’s come up with. If there’s any way Paul can fix this, they’re all ears. “We want you two to come out as a couple in Kayfabe.”

Silence.

Y/N’s mind buzzes with white noise. She should have expected this. It was a logical solution to their problem. But it doesn’t change the sudden wave of nerves that takes over her at the thought of being Cody’s girlfriend, even if it is just for storyline purposes. She voiced her concerns to him in the hallway about this exact situation. She didn’t want to become his sidekick that just supported him whenever he had a match.

“I can see a look of apprehension on your face,” Paul looks at Y/N with a fond smile. “What’s up?”

She looks at Cody for a moment before turning back to Paul, “I just don’t want us to be stuck in a romance trope for the next ten years,” she voices a little too bluntly. “No offense to them, but I don’t want this to turn into a Scarlett and Karrion situation where she’s only out there to support him. I want to continue fighting the same way I’ve been doing. I won’t be benched.”

Paul tilts his head endearingly, “I wouldn’t dream of benching you, Y/N. I wouldn’t do that to either of you. This whole thing will just be a subplot to everything you both have going on,” he clarifies. “You both are frequently seen together in the ring anyway, so this just makes it a bit easier to explain. We can easily say that the photo and gym session was going to be exposed anyway to reveal your relationship in the storyline. It’ll line up perfectly for the business and won’t affect your lives outside of it.”

Cody couldn’t help but stare at her. She seems relieved at the situation being presented. He will admit that it is the best case scenario. Neither of them are in trouble and they found a solution to their problem. It’s panning out wonderfully. He just gets to spend more time with the woman he’s considered his best friend since the day they met.

But it doesn’t change the fact that he’s become much more attune to the small things that make Y/N, Y/N. Like the little dimple on her right cheek that is much deeper than the one on her left side. Or the little mischievous smirk she sports when she knows something someone else doesn’t. Or the way her voice speeds up when she’s excited to talk about something she loves. Even the little divot in between her eyebrows that appears when she’s angry or anxious about something.

Are these all things best friends take note of? Is this normal? To suddenly become obsessed with the way she tilts her head when mocking someone, leaning in close when he catches a whiff of her signature perfume. He doesn’t know when she managed to set up camp in his mind, but she’s been a resident there for the past few weeks, and he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to get her out.

Paul notices Cody’s eyes focused on the woman next to him and he can’t help but let a small smile show. He recognizes that look. It’s the same one he remembers sporting when he first realized he was in love with his boss's daughter. It’s clear they’re both not completely ready to admit how they feel, but maybe this storyline angle will push them in the right direction.

Paul clears his throat, swallowing any teasing remark he had locked and loaded to fire at Cody. The blonde man snaps out of his thoughts and turns back to Paul with a stiff nod. “Yeah, if you think it’s best for business, I don’t see why it would be a problem.”

Y/N agrees, “We can make it work. Whatever you give us, we’ll run with it and make sure even the people who know it’s fake believe it.”

Paul’s eyes flicker over to Cody with a smirk, pushing up his reading glasses as he goes to grab another stack of paper. “I’m sure you will… Now both of you get out of here. One of the on scene writers will bring you the new scripts for tonight.”

Y/N and Cody both thank their boss profusely before walking out of his office. It’s obvious Y/N is in much higher spirits walking out than she was walking in. “Well, that went better than I expected,” she says happily.

“Yeah, yeah it did.” Cody tries to reciprocate her excitement, but part of him feels like somewhere along this road something is going to happen that’s going to throw them all for a loop.

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The reveal went better than they could have imagined. Fans were thrilled to see two of their favorite wrestlers admit their feelings for each other on screen. The writers did an incredible job building the story and telling them why they kept it a secret for as long as they did. It was received very well.

It’s been about a month since the big reveal and things couldn’t have been better for Cody and Y/N. They’ve been spending much more time together, most of their promos and matches involving the other as moral support. They’ve even started a storyline with Seth trying to poach Y/N from Cody, wanting her talent to be used to support him.

Tonight is one of the many charity galas that they get the pleasure to attend. Cody and Y/N were put in coordinating outfits, making them seem even more cohesive as an on screen couple than they already were.

The event was in full swing, everyone mingling and sharing lovely conversations. The two of them never drift very far from the other and whenever they’re together, one of them is always touching the other. Whether it’s Y/N having a hand on his chest or Cody keeping his hand leisurely on her waist or the small of her back.

Sometimes it got hard to tell the difference between the storyline and reality. Some days it really felt like they were an actual couple. Y/N didn’t realize how much she’d actually enjoy pretending to be in a relationship with him. There wasn’t a huge change from their usual dynamic besides the extra touches and kisses shared on screen. But the air between them had definitely shifted and neither of them knew what to do with it just yet. So they kept pretending it wasn’t there.

“Dang they really got you guys out here doing the most,” Phil Brooks walks up to them with a small smirk on his lips as he looks between the two younger wrestlers. “Matching outfits and everything.”

Cody laughs, his arm still comfortably around Y/N’s waist, “Gotta keep the fans happy, y’know?”

He looks in between them, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I don’t know… you guys don’t seem too torn up about being attached at the hip,” he says teasingly.

Y/N chuckles, patting Cody’s chest with her freshly manicured nails, “It doesn’t feel much different than before,” she admits. “I’m sure he’ll piss me off eventually though.”

Cody smiles at her, “I’m sure I will too.”

Phil simply shakes his head with a knowing expression, “Careful,” he warns. “You guys keep looking at each other like that and people might start thinking this is more than just a storyline.”

And with that he walks away, leaving Cody and Y/N feeling slightly flustered though they don’t show it on the outside. They continue walking around the venue, trying the small treats here and there. Y/N grabs a mini cupcake she had noticed were Reese’s flavored before turning to Cody with a small grin. She holds the cupcake to his lips, knowing that Reese’s is his favorite candy.

Cody smiles, “Really?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Just eat it,” she huffs playfully.

Cody shakes his head but does as he’s told. He leans forward, eating the small delicacy from her hand. While he wishes he could focus on the explosion of flavor in his mouth, his focus only seems to be on her. How she’s staring at him like he’s the only other person in the room.

Her teeth sparkle underneath the lighting, “Was it good?”

“Yeah,” he replies, his mind in an otherworldly place. “Really good.”

Y/N notices the tiny bit of frosting that didn’t make it to his mouth, “Oh, you got a little something–” she reaches out, swiping it gently with her finger. Cody feels his body ignite with chills, their eyes meeting in such an intense way it makes him forget how to breathe.

Y/N pauses for a moment, her hand lingering near his face as they sit in the moment for a bit longer than necessary. Butterflies erupt in her stomach as Cody’s blue eyes bore into hers. He truly is the most handsome man she’s ever seen. Her mind runs on autopilot as she raises her finger to her mouth, sucking off the sugary icing. His eyes narrow as she does so, his pupils dilating. She smiles at him as if she wasn’t aware of the effect she just had.

“There,” Y/N says, her voice much quieter than before. “All better.”

Cody’s chest rises and falls with every bated breath as he tries to regain full control of his mind and mouth, “Thanks…”

“Of course,” she tilts her head, fixing his tie and smoothing over his suit. Her hands rest on his broad chest, loving the feeling of his muscles under her fingertips. “Can’t have my man walking around lookin’ like a mess, now can I?”

Her man.

That felt way too good and slipped off her tongue far too easily. He could get used to hearing that come from her. He’s tired of pretending like this little gimmick they have going on isn’t affecting their real relationship. It’s clear to anyone the different way they look at each other now. He would love to have her on his arm like this from here on out, but he has no idea how to approach that conversation.

“C’mon,” she nods over to a couple reporters who are asking questions to the talent. “We need to go do our interview.”

Before he has a chance to respond, her fingers are laced through his as she walks him over to one of the reporters. He’s not even sure he understood one word that came out of the journalist's mouth. The only time his hearing came back into focus was when Y/N was speaking. She would laugh, answer their question, and glance at Cody to see if he wanted to answer. They were on the fourth or fifth question by now, the American Nightmare not having uttered a word the entire time.

Y/N squeezes his bicep, “You okay?” She asks tentatively, knowing how overwhelmed he can get with press interviews at events like this. Her eyes shine with concern, silently telling him he can leave if he needs to take a breather.

It’s touching how well she knows him. He smiles, simply pulling her closer into him as he looks back at the interviewer. “Sorry, I swear, sometimes she walks into a room and I forget every word in the English language.” His compliment makes the woman questioning them coo. But there’s a deeper level under Cody’s words that steals the breath from Y/N’s lungs. It’s more than just for Kayfabe, but they can’t let anyone, including their colleagues know that. He glances back down at her, “She doesn’t even try, and somehow I’m standing here like I’ve never seen a beautiful woman before."

“Totally understandable,” the woman smiles. “She is definitely one of the most gorgeous women in the world. No one can blame you for getting caught up in that.”

Y/N feels herself becoming shy due to all the compliments being thrown her way, “Guys, you’re gonna inflate my ego…” she says, trying to make a joke out of it.

“Well, I only have one more question for you guys and you can go back to being WWE’s power couple for the night,” she looks down at her notepad. The interviewer leans forward, a knowing smile tugging at their lips. "So, you two have insane chemistry on screen — and let’s be honest, off screen too. Is there ever a moment you catch yourselves forgetting where the characters end and real life begins?"

Y/N lets out a soft laugh, playing it cool as she leans back in her chair. “I mean… that’s kind of the job, right? Sell the story, make people believe it.” She shoots Cody a quick sideways glance, teasing but guarded. “We’re just really good at our jobs.”

Cody’s smile twitches, like he’s holding back a laugh — or maybe something else. “Yeah,” he says slowly, thoughtful. “It’s… kind of funny, actually. Sometimes the line gets blurry. Not because we forget, but because it doesn’t always feel like we’re acting.”

Y/N blinks, her smirk faltering just for a second. The air between them tightens — barely noticeable to the camera, but tangible to anyone watching closely.

Cody doesn’t break eye contact. “We’ve known each other for years. That kind of bond doesn’t turn off just because the cameras are rolling. If anything, it makes the performances more honest.”

Y/N’s voice is quieter when she speaks next. “I guess when you trust someone that much, the feelings start to feel… real. Even if they’re not supposed to be.”

The interviewer raises a brow, sensing something. “So are you saying there are real feelings?”

Cody chuckles, looking down briefly, but his thumb taps anxiously against his knee. “I’m saying… there are moments where I look at her, and I forget the difference.”

Y/N’s breath catches, just for a second. Her smile returns, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes this time.

“Well, thank you both for your time,” the woman smiles at them. “I’m looking forward to hopefully interviewing you both in the near future.”

“Us too,” Cody nods respectfully before moving to guide Y/N away by her waist. “Thank you.”

The two of them slip away and travel back to the heat of the party. They smile at their friends, sending polite nods to the people they aren’t as close with. Cody leans down to whisper in her ear, his gorgeous smile still plastered on his face. “You really threw me under the bus with that ‘real feelings’ bit,” he says playfully.

Y/N shrugged, cocking a brow. “What can I say? The fans love blurred lines.”

“Blurred, huh?” He looked at her then, head slightly tilted, the corner of his mouth twitching like he knew something she didn’t.

She rolled her eyes, pretending she wasn’t already hyper-aware of the heat rolling off him in waves. “Relax, Runnels. I didn’t tell them about that time you cried during The Notebook.”

He scoffed, grabbing the door and holding it open. “Once. I cried once. And Rachel McAdams was very convincing.”

The room was still buzzing but much more lowkey than before — the usual mix of tired talent, sparkling water, and event food passed off as fine dining. Y/N weaved her way to the snack table and grabbed a chocolate-covered strawberry, eyeing Cody from over her shoulder as he joined her with two drinks in hand.

“What?” she asked around a mouthful of strawberry, juice slipping unexpectedly onto her chest just as she bit into it.

Cody blinked, his gaze shifting downward. “You, uh—” He pointed vaguely. “You got a little… right there.”

Y/N looked down, groaning when she spotted the spot of red on the silky material just above her neckline. “Ugh. Of course I did.”

Without thinking, Cody reached for a napkin and stepped closer. “Here, I got it.”

She froze when his hand gently dabbed the spot, the fabric dipping slightly under the weight of his touch. Her breath caught. So did his.

Neither of them spoke.

The space between them thinned to something taut, like a rope pulled too tight.

His hand hovered a beat too long before they were interrupted.

“Well damn,” came a drawl behind them. “This still a PG show?”

They turned sharply to see Demi Bennett sauntering toward them with a knowing smirk. Matthew Adams stood beside her, brow raised in amusement.

Cody took a sharp step back, napkin still in hand. “It’s not what it looked like.”

“Oh, no,” Rhea teased, eyes flicking between them. “It looked exactly like what it looked like.”

“It was strawberry juice,” Y/N added quickly, wiping at her dress herself now. “He was just helping.”

Buddy snorted. “Helping, huh? That what we’re calling second base now?”

Y/N’s mouth opened in protest, but Cody beat her to it.

“Alright,” he said, half-laughing, half-grimacing. “Noted. No touching near fruit.”

Rhea just winked. “Next time, try grapes. Less messy.”

As the couple walked off, Y/N avoided Cody’s eyes and instead fixed her gaze on her dress. “Well. That wasn’t mortifying at all.”

Cody rubbed the back of his neck. “Nope. Totally normal. Just a guy helping a friend clean juice off her—chest.”

The air crackled with everything neither of them said.

Y/N looked up at him, a teasing spark in her eyes. “So, uh… you always that hands-on when it comes to helping friends?”

Cody smirked, but his voice was quieter now. “Only the ones I don’t wanna just be friends with.”

Her heart skipped. “What?”

But he was already walking away, tossing his cup in the trash without looking back. “C’mon. Let’s head back before someone else tries to bet on us.”

She stood frozen for a beat longer than she should’ve, chest tight and lips twitching with something she wasn’t ready to name. But her feet followed him anyway — straight into the night, straight toward the conversation neither of them could avoid any longer.

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Once the party was over, everyone headed back to the hotel where they were staying for the weekend. Cody and Y/N bid their goodnights to their friends before traveling up to their shared room. They always shared rooms even before the whole dating fiasco, so that was nothing new.

What was slightly different was the way their hands never disconnected as they traveled back.

Cody slides his key into the mechanism of the door, a small click indicating it is now open. The two of them shuffle into the room, both letting out a relieved exhale at finally being able to lay down in a quiet space. The two full sized beds in the room are like heaven on earth for the two best friends.

Y/N falls face first into the mattress, not even bothering to try and take off her dress or shoes. Cody laughs at her dramatic behavior, loosening his tie before taking off his vest. “Yeah?”

Y/N simply grunts in response, the noise coming out muffled as her face is still buried in the comforter. Cody shakes his head, the smile never disappearing from his face. “Didn’t know spending an evening with me was so exhausting,” he teases, removing his long sleeve shirt, leaving his upper body and torso completely bare as he searches for his pajamas.

Y/N rolls her and body simultaneously. She sits up, looking at Cody but her breath gets caught in her throat. She’s used to seeing him shirtless due to the nature of their work, but it’s never been in an intimate environment like this. She also wasn’t expecting to flip over and come face to face with his god-like body.

She manages to find her voice, “I never said you were exhausting,” she corrects. “I just need like ten hours to myself to recover. I hate people.”

“You don’t hate people,” Cody laughs, throwing his shirt on. “You just hate being around them. Key difference.”

“Tomato, potato,” Y/N chucks her pillow at him as he collapses onto his own mattress.

Cody caught it midair with an exaggerated grunt. “Ah! Deadly.”

Y/N smirked, rolling onto her side, propping her head up on her hand. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to actually fight you.”

He gave her a sly grin, tossing the pillow back. “Oh, I’d win.”

“Ha!” she snorted, half-laughing. “Yeah, okay, Nightmare. I literally know all your moves.”

Cody stretched out on his back, arms folded under his head. “Nah. You don’t know all of them,” he said casually, a little too casually.

Y/N narrowed her eyes, tossing the pillow aside. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He smirked without looking at her, like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Just sayin’… I got a few tricks you haven’t seen yet.”

The room felt warmer suddenly. Y/N swallowed, her face heating up before she could stop it.

She sat up a little too quickly. “Anyway,” she cleared her throat, running a hand through her hair, “I should probably change or something.”

But Cody’s voice stayed soft, less teasing now. “Hey, Y/N.”

She paused, halfway off the bed. “Yeah?”

He pushed up on his elbows, watching her with an expression that made her stomach knot. “You okay?”

She blinked. “What? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been…” He exhaled, scratching the back of his head. “I dunno. Since the day we got locked in that supply closet — you’ve kinda been pulling back a little.”

Y/N inhales, closing her eyes briefly as she thinks. It’s not that she’s been pulling back, it’s more along the lines of not knowing how to control herself and the growing feelings she was obtaining for her best friend. She sat down on the edge of her bed, chewing her lip. “I’ve just been trying to adjust to the new things that have been handed to us and our relationship,” she tells him, her eyes flickering in his direction. I guess I just feel like I don’t know how to act around you anymore,” she admitted quietly.

Cody’s brow softened. “Yeah.” He shifted, resting his arms on his knees, elbows propped forward. “Me neither.”

They both sat there for a beat, staring at the floor like it might explain what the hell was happening between them.

Y/N laughed under her breath, shaking her head. “This was supposed to be easy, you know? We’ve always been easy.”

Cody gave a small smile. “Yeah. Best friends, right?”

She glanced over at him, heart stuttering. “Right.”

His gaze met hers, and suddenly the air shifted — thick, humming, like neither of them wanted to say the next thing but both needed to.

Cody stood slowly, running a hand through his hair. “I keep thinking,” he began, voice low, “about how weird it is that it took some stupid accidental moments to make me realize how much I… care about you.”

Y/N’s breath caught. She turned fully, legs swinging off the bed, hands clenched nervously in her lap. “Cody…”

He stepped closer, almost hesitant, like he didn’t want to spook her. “I keep waiting for this to go back to normal. For us to laugh it off and move on. But I don’t want it to go back.”

Her throat felt tight. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

He gave a soft, almost helpless laugh. “Because I didn’t wanna mess this up.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “You mean everything to me, Y/N.”

She stood slowly, heart pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it. “Cody, I—”

Before she could finish, he was there, right in front of her, one hand gently cupping her jaw, the other hovering like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch her waist. His eyes searched hers, hesitant and vulnerable in a way few people ever saw from Cody Rhodes.

“I don’t wanna be just your friend anymore,” he murmured.

Y/N let out a shaky breath. “I don’t either.”

That was all it took.

His mouth met hers in a kiss that was slow, careful — like he was memorizing every second — but it didn’t take long before her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, kissing him like she’d wanted to for weeks.

When they finally broke apart, Cody leaned his forehead against hers, smiling, breathless. “Well,” he said softly, “guess we’re not just platonic soulmates after all, huh?”

Y/N laughed, her heart full and wild. “Guess not.”

Cody chuckled low in his throat. “So… can I stay over here tonight, or do I still get my own bed?”

She raised a brow, playful now. “We’ll see.”

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Backstage was buzzing — crew members running cables, wrestlers milling around in sweats and ring gear, trainers moving between rooms. Cody stood near one of the black crates, absentmindedly rolling his wrists, waiting for his cue.

Y/N appeared at his side, slightly breathless from her segment, her hair still pinned up from earlier. “They ran me long,” she murmured, exhaling as she tugged lightly at the uncomfortable neckline of her top. “I swear, I’m two seconds from ripping this thing off.”

Cody gave her a quick once-over, a small amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t tempt me….”

Y/N snorted, elbowing him lightly. “Shut up.”

He just chuckled, watching her fiddle with a bobby pin. There was something easy between them — always had been — but lately, it sparked under the surface in ways neither of them could fully ignore anymore.

Without really thinking, Cody reached over and brushed a stray hair off her face, his fingers lingering just a little too long against her cheek.

Y/N froze slightly, her eyes lifting to his.

Cody shifted his weight, his voice dropping a little. “Y’know,” he said quietly, “we don’t gotta keep pretending we’re just best friends.”

She gave a small, nervous laugh. “I mean… we are best friends.”

“Yeah,” Cody murmured, his thumb grazing her jaw lightly. “But I’d say we’re a little more now too.”

Y/N’s breath caught, eyes flicking briefly to his mouth before darting away. Cody saw it — of course he saw it.

Screw it.

He slid a hand to the small of her back, gently pulling her closer, and pressed a kiss to her lips — soft, sure, no hesitation.

For a second, it was just them — quiet in the middle of the noise.

But then they heard the unmistakable throat-clear from behind.

“About damn time.”

Cody turned, arm still draped loosely around Y/N, to see Randy Orton leaning against a crate with an infuriating smirk on his face. Behind him, Kevin Steen and Rami Sebei pretended to be very engrossed in their phones, though the poorly hidden grins gave them away.

Y/N huffs a laugh, shaking her head. “Y’all are unreal.”

Randy shrugs, pushing off the crate. “What, you thought nobody noticed the way you two look at each other?”

Cody leans forward to kiss Y/N’s forehead, half laughing, half mortified.

“Hey,” Randy sticks his hand out to Kevin and Rami. “Pay up.”

Y/N gapes, laughing. “You bet on us?!”

Kevin gave a non apologetic shrug. “You weren’t exactly subtle.”

“We saw the way you two were looking at each other months ago,” Rami tells them.

“Congrats lovebirds,” Randy tells them as he and the guys start to walk off. “Just don’t get anymore sappy than you already are in the ring, yeah?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Cody replies, fist bumping the Viper.

Y/N watches them go before looking up at Cody, still tucked against him, her cheeks warm. “I still can’t believe they bet on us.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Cody drawled, brushing his thumb along her back, “I’m pretty sure half this locker room’s been waiting longer than we have.”

She smiled softly, resting her forehead lightly against his chest.

And just like that, there was no big announcement, no stage lights, no performative gesture — just two people standing backstage, in a stolen quiet moment, grinning like idiots because they were finally exactly where they wanted to be.

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cash in.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: you cash in at wrestlemania.

A/N: this is inspired by damian’s cash in, just something to put out while I work on my other things! btw pls request stuff I need to unleash my creativity 😈😈

btw in this short fic, for the inst post at the end im using pics from liv’s cash in, and a pic of bianca and montez but you can imagine yourself however you want it’s just pics i chose for the post :)

your nerves were jumbled up as you watched bayley and iyo sky fight for the title. their feud had been going on for a while now and was finally going to be resolved at the grandest stage of them all.

what they didn’t know was that tonight you’d finally cash in the money in the bank contract you'd been clutching for months. you had never found the perfect moment to make your move. yet, something in the air felt different, electric. today was the day you'd cash it in; you could just feel it.

you had to look away from the screen at the amount of close calls the match had, you moved away from the monitor sitting down on the couch in the little spot the tv crew had for the judgement day. damian, finn, jd and rhea also watched the match intently.

you held your head with your hands, sighing. your leg bouncing up and down anxiously. dominik, your boyfriend sat down next to you placing his hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing.

as soon as dom's hand touched your knee, you paused and locked eyes with him. "hermosa, talk to me," he urged, understanding the weight of the evening on your shoulders, yet not wanting you to be overwhelmed by stress.

leaning back, you let out a groan, the frustration clear in your voice. "what if it doesn’t work? what if I can't cash in the contract?" you shared your fears, the pressure mounting. "I might not get a chance like this ever again." the uncertainty of it all was eating at you.

you were convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot, but dom saw things differently. he knew just how incredible you were in the ring, how you owned every match you fought and put your heart into everything you did. so to hear you think you weren’t ever going to get an opportunity like that again hurt, because he knew you would.

“listen amor.” when you wouldn't meet his gaze, he gently tilted your chin up, eyes meeting yours, and saw the worry glistening there. with a soft, reassuring smile, he whispered, "amor, don't worry. you've got this. you're one of the best wrestlers out there, and no matter what happens, there will be more chances. believe in yourself like I believe in you." his words were the comfort you didn't know you needed.

you eyes met dom’s as you nodded, understanding flickering between you. suddenly, the bell echoed, one, two, three times. your head whipped around to the screen, and there it was—bayley's victory. the members from your faction turned to you, their faces a mix of surprise and disbelief.

aithout a second thought, you grabbed your briefcase and bolted towards the gorilla, heart racing. "I'm cashing in! I'm cashing in!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. the production crew exchanged quick glances, barely able to process your words as you grabbed a referee by his shirt and charged onto the stage, adrenaline fueling your every step.

running down the ramp as your theme blared through the arena, the crowd erupted in cheers, instantly recognizing the moment unfolding. You reached the ring sliding into it with the referee on your heels. you turned thrusting the briefcase into his hands, “I’m cashing in!” you yelled.

he looked down at the briefcase his voice tinged with uncertainty, "are you sure?"

without hesitation, you shouted back, "yes, I'm cashing in, do it!" your hand came down hard on the briefcase, affirming your decision. the buzz from the crowd surged through you, adrenaline coursing wildly through your veins.

bayley staggered to her feet, unsteady. you bounced on the balls of your feet, ready, and as the bell chimed for the third time, you quickly delivered your finisher, the ripcord flatliner.

she hit the mat, motionless. yet, the roar of the crowd told you to keep going. you quickly pulled her to the ring's center, seizing her legs and cinching in a figure four lock, the cheers growing impossibly louder.

the excitement from the crowd was electric and the adrenaline in your body was hard to contain.

with the figure four perfectly locked in, bayley was trapped, dead center of the ring with no hope of grabbing the ropes. you yelled, teeth gritted, tightening the hold. then, the moment came—bayley tapped out, the bell sounding three times.

your music blared out as you released her, you scooted back, your spine meeting the ropes, shock written on your face. your hands flew to cover your eyes, tears leaving paths down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crowd's roar drowning your thoughts, the reality of the moment not quite sinking in.

wiping your tears, you turned to the referee, who held the championship title towards you. grabbing it from, you sat there dazed, just gazing at the title, a fresh wave of tears blurring in your eyes as pride swelled within you.

you got to your feet, lifting your arm, and the cheers from the crowd grew even wilder. you let out a smile, wiping away those involuntary tears. just then, at the top of the ramp, you noticed the judgement day coming out, cheering you on.

without missing a beat, you slipped out of the ring and bolted up the ramp. reaching the top, you found dominik first, waiting for you. the two of you collided into a tight embrace, him lifting and twirling you off the ground.

when your feet touched solid ground, you stepped back, locking eyes with him briefly, then sharing a tender kiss. after the kiss, you both melted into another warm hug, your arms around his neck and his on your waist.

“I’m so proud of you baby. I told you everything would work out.” he whispered, stirring fresh tears in your eyes. you nodded against his shoulder.

"I love you so much," you choked out, voice trembling, tears streaming down. breaking from the embrace, he tenderly held your face, wiping away the tears, then kissed you once more.

a smile broke through as he stepped aside, revealing the judgement day, all hyped up. In an instant, they swept you and dom up in a massive group hug.

you all erupted in cheers, bouncing around with excitement as each one expressed their pride in you, bringing a beam to your face. the group hug ended, and everyone turned towards the ring.

in a swift move, dom and damian hoisted you onto their shoulders, your hands clutching the title as you raised it high, pyro blazing in the background.

with a joyful shout, you took in the cheering crowd. after soaking in the moment, they carefully lowered you back down. you lifted your hand in triumph one last time before Dom draped his arm over your shoulder.

backstage, away from the roaring crowd, the intimacy of the moment enveloped you and dom as the judgment day trailed behind. you wrapped your arms around dom once more, this hug deeper, more personal.

tears freely flowed as the weight of your victory hit you, and dom was there, a comforting presence, rubbing your back gently. "I am so, so proud of you, amor. you've earned this and so much more," he whispered, his words a soothing balm to your overwhelmed emotions.

pulling back from the embrace, you brushed away the lingering tears, offering him a tender kiss. "thank you, babe. for everything," you murmured with heartfelt gratitude.

"this was all you," he replied, his pride in you evident.

"maybe, but your support has been my rock, the thing that's kept me pushing forward," you said, your voice laced with appreciation. his smile then met yours, and he leaned in to seal your shared moment with another kiss.

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mamisfavmosher · 1 year ago

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Hey love your work, can you do a fic where dom dom has to punish reader for the first time for being a brat with spanking corner time other smut.

thank you! hope you enjoy this!

something fun // dom!dominik mysterio x fem!reader

so this could have gone in multiple directions and i didn't really mean to make dom as dark as he was in the beginning....

warnings: spanking, time out in a corner with rice, p in v, slight spit kink, papi kink, let me know if there's anymore?

SMUT - MINORS DNI

Readers POV

It was an unusual attitude for me. Dom and I could both see that. But how was I supposed to react? Last night when I tried to go out with my friends to a bar, he made me stay home because of my outfit choice. Now, I've been making him deal with a bratty attitude from me since that very moment.

"Hey, sweetheart," Dom walked over to me as I lounged on the couch, kissing my cheek before sitting next to me and placing my legs on his lap. I gazed over at him, my eyes narrowed and annoyed. "There's no way you're still mad at me." He sighed.

"I'm not mad." The phrase was blunt as it left my lips. My eyes fell onto the flickering TV as he attempted to search my face for any sort of forgiveness.

"If you're not mad, maybe you should lose the attitude." Dom chuckled out. His hand reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Just sayin'." He put his hands up in surrender as I shot a glare at him.

"How about you just leave me alone?!" My voice snapped at him as my legs swung off of his lap. Before I could move to stand up, his hands shot out to forcefully pull me towards him.

"The hell did you just say to me?" Dom gripped my chin and directed my head to turn towards him. "You want me to leave you alone?" A sinister glint passed through his eyes before a smirk grew on his lips.

I shoved at his chest and successfully moved his hand away from my chin. "Yes, I want you to leave me alone! You never let me have any fun!"

"Oh, you wanna have fun? We can do something fun!" Something within his voice was off and I immediately caught onto it. He pulled away from me and walked to the kitchen pantry.

I didn't know what he was up to, but I kept watching as he retrieved a bag of rice and walked over to a wall corner, beginning to pour the rice onto the floor. Once he poured an amount of rice to his liking, he smirked over at me. "Alright, sweetheart. Let's have some fun."

"What do you mean? What's the rice for?" I was hesitant to ask, especially as he stalked over to me.

"You said you wanted to do something fun. And since you've been such a little brat lately, I decided that we're gonna do something that's fun for me." He explained with little detail as he placed the rice back in the kitchen. "Get undressed."

I stared at him blankly in confusion, refusing to fulfill his demand. "But, what is it? What are we doing?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Get undressed and you'll find out." Dom taunted back, a cocky smile on his face. Begrudgingly, I pulled the clothes off of my body and awkwardly shuffled while waiting for the next command. His breathing notably hitched, "Now, come over here, baby."

I let him take my hand and lead me into the corner. "Dom..."

"Quiet. You wanted to be a brat, Papi will treat you like one." He walked behind me and gently moved my hair behind my shoulders, his hands softly rubbing up and down my arms. "Now, kneel." The heat of his breath against my ear caused warmth to pool in my stomach.

Slowly, I did as I was told and knelt down onto the hard grains of rice. Pain immediately began resonating throughout my knees and whines escaped my throat at the uncomfortable feeling.

"You're gonna stay there for ten minutes, pretty girl. And I don't want to hear any complaining." His voice had become stern. "Understood?"

I nodded with a wince, a small gasp leaving my lips as the grains only dug into my skin further with time.

"Use your words." He pressed. His fingers carded through my hair before gently pulling on it to get me to answer.

"I understand, Papi." I forced the words out in a soft, but audible tone.

Dom hummed in enjoyment from behind me before tilting my head back and prying open my mouth. He let a few drops of his spit fall onto my tongue and closed my mouth. "Swallow." Shutting my eyes, I swallowed the mixture of his spit and my own. "Good fucking girl." He practically moaned.

Hearing him walk away, I began to slightly wiggle off of the rice, attempting gain relief from the harsh grains embedded in my skin.

I jumped in surprise as he quickly appeared next to me with an annoyed expression. "I walked away for two seconds and you're already trying to be a brat again." He tutted. "Clearly, I'll have to add to the punishment if corner time alone isn't enough." Dom said and moved to the couch to sit and watch me until my time was up.

Small whimpers of pain escaped my lips every now and then along with slight wiggles of my hips to try and find relief. I kneeled on the rice for what felt like forever until Dom finally came over to me and helped me stand up.

"Alright, princess, let me have a look." Dom kneeled down and gently brushed the rice off of my knees before planting soft kisses on each one. "Take a little breather and then we'll finish your punishment, baby." He stood at full height again and pulled me over to the couch where he stroked my hair and softly kissed my neck and shoulders for a few minutes. "Okay, bend over my lap."

"You're gonna spank me, too?" I whined before being silenced with his glare. He didn't respond, only pulling me down onto his lap. "Papi, wait-"

I was cut off by his harsh hand leaving a stinging impact on my bare skin. A chuckle could be heard from him as he watched me jump from the first slap. "You better get used to this if you plan on being a brat with me, sweetheart." His hand relentlessly spanked me, my skin becoming more red and sore with each hit. Small moans and whimpers of pain escaped my lips as he began to use more strength. "...Papi... please..." I cried out in an attempt to make him stop. "Just a few more, baby. Wanna make sure that ass is nice and red for me." He said, his voice authoritative yet gentle. I wriggled and squirmed on his lap as he spanked me a few more times. My skin felt like it was on fire. His warm hands rubbed over the sore flesh, gently squeezing and kneading the skin. "So pretty, sweetheart..." He lightly moaned out. Dom carefully pulled me from his lap and stood up, positioning me so that I was facing away from him, my arms resting on the back of the couch and my knees resting on the cushions. He stood behind me, sighing as he began to unbuckle his belt.

"Gonna take Papi's cock like a good little slut, baby? Gonna be a little cockslut for Papi?" He breathed out, moving closer to me and running the tip of his cock through my wet folds. I whimpered, moving my hips back against him to try and gain some type of friction. "What did I tell you, chica...", His hand came down hard once more on my already red skin, "Use your words for me."

"Yes, Papi... please", I mewled out, shivers running through my body as he pressed his tip into me. "Please, I'll be a good little cockslut for you." My tone raised an octave, a cry falling from my lips as he fully thrusted himself into me. I threw my head back and Dom immediately grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me toward him so my back was against his chest.

"So good," He thrusted into me at a harsh pace, breathing into my ear. "Such a good girl for me..." His thrusts became faster as his free hand wandered down my stomach to my clit, his fingers rubbing in fast circles to bring me closer to the edge. "Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum for Papi." My breath shuddered as my senses were heightened. His hair tickled my shoulder, the cool metal of his gold chain chilled my skin, his fingers were warm and rough as he brutally rubbed at my clit. I cried out as I felt myself reach the edge, my climax coursing through my body. "Papi!" My voice rang out as my body slouched against him as he continued to slowly thrust into me, reaching his own climax.

He continued to hold me up for a few more seconds before carefully sliding out and pulling us both down to sit on the couch. I moved over to crawl onto his lap and his arms immediately circled around me, bringing me to lay on his chest. "Was that fun enough for you, baby?" He chuckled out as his hand gently ran through my hair. I giggled at his question before slowly nodding, tired from all the activity. "Yeah, I had fun, Papi." I leaned up and gave him a sweet kiss before snuggling back into his chest.

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damiansgoodgirll · 1 year ago

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hi, can you please make a story where reader is young like 19 or 20 and everyone loves her and she’s a pretty close friend with basically everyone in the wwe and one day she has a match with like Nia or someone else and she gets injured so bad that everyone around her is worried sick.? maybe she has a closer feeling with the judgement day or Jey but like if you can mention more wrestlers it would be amazing. Thank you so much. I love your writing

i love this type of requests cause it makes me travel back in time when i was 13 and i used to play wrestling with my best friend (don’t do this at home) and i remember everyone loving me…anyway

sorry for making nia the bad one!

the judgment day x reader (platonic) / jey uso x reader (platonic)

home is where you belong

you never thought you would find it but you did. the place where you felt safe and loved, the place that you called home.

you’ve been wrestling since you were fifteen and once you got eighteen wwe signed you in. two years later now you were living your dream;

travelling from city to city, having sleepovers with your wrestling friends, gossiping about what people you shipped together, talking nonsense with seth rollins and having becky teasing him, watching and learning new techniques from jey uso, training with the judgment day.

everything was a dream for you.

the fans loved you. even if they weren’t fans about your character, they still liked your persona and your positive energy. you had no enemies, you pretended of course, but you had no enemies at all.

many elders took you under their protective wing and you couldn’t be more grateful.

you we are currently training with rhea as you had a big match against nia and you wanted to be ready. you both already knew that the judgement they were gonna help you win this match because, according to the script they had to ruin this moment for you and for nia, but you didn’t care because you knew how fun it was going to be.

so you were ready to kick her ass.

nia, otherwise, wasn’t as happy as you thought. the idea of losing against some teenager like you made her blood boil. she was more experienced than you so why would you had to win? plus, by getting helped by the judgment day?

she didn’t like the idea but she didn’t tell you.

she had something else in mind.

so you were getting ready, your make up flawless, your hair perfectly posing over your shoulders and a smile that could make happy anyone who met you.

you were so ready.

you heard the “boos” when nia entered the ring and you heard everyone cheering for you when you entered. that’s how it was supposed to be so why did she have an envious look in her eyes?

you pretended it was nothing and you started the match as it was supposed to go.

ten minutes later, the judgment day music echoing through the arena, just like the script said.

rhea distracting nia.

following exactly what the script said.

so what did go wrong?

nia attacked rhea. it wasn’t in the script but rhea knew how to handle situations like that.

you could tell by damian’s look that this wasn’t supposed to happen but you took it as an opportunity to distract nia and make your final move, move that made you win that match.

earlier on the schedule but still, you had your win.

“someone beat your ass…” rhea screamed into the microphone, unleashing mixed reactions through the crowd. everyone cheering for you because of your win, not everyone was happy with the way you won but still, you better than nia.

that set her off.

she didn’t like the idea of a teenager beating her but she hated even more the way the crowd laughed at her face, making her seem weak, not strong enough.

the judgment day were leaving the arena, just like the script told them to do after your victory, so what didn’t go as planned?

you were still in the ring, fans clapping for you, the referee still held your hand high and as you were about the leave, nia hit you behind your back.

this wasn’t prepared.

you fell to your knees and before you could do something she dragged you through your hair into the middle of the ring.

“nia?” you said almost too terrified.

the referee tried to get into the two of you but nia pushed her away, hurting her.

“who do you think you are?” she said hoovering you with her body.

“nia what?” you weren’t understanding. why was she doing that? she was your friend, she wasn’t supposed to hurt you.

“don’t act so dumb…” she whispered before attacking you.

for real this time.

nothing prepared.

she was really hurting you. your face first, then your stomach, she kept hurting you, punching you over and over until you couldn’t feel your body anymore.

your head and nose were bleeding.

referees weren’t able to stop her either.

rhea and damian were the first one to intervene when they saw that the referee couldn’t stop her.

rhea attacking her, the referees, trying to get between the two of them, so damian so that as an opportunity to shield you with his body. he could handle nia attacking him.

“damian?” you almost cried.

“hey…shh it’s okay, i got you” he said, slowly moving your hair out of your face and it was in that moment that he saw your bleeding face.

“dam…it hurts” you said clenching your stomach. he felt his heart breaking. the way you were clenching your chest, the way your hands trembled a little, your bleeding face and your eyes full of tears.

he was mad. furious.

“i know…ssshhh…we will take care of you i promise” he whispered.

the crowd was cheering, assuming everything was scripted, but there was an uncomfortable silence going behind the scenes.

everyone watching what was happening in horror.

becky had tears in her eyes and seth was trying to keep her and himself calm because he was mad. cody was speechless. jey ran out of his locker room just to be stopped by the security. dom and finn paralysed in their steps as they were watching everything happening right before their eyes.

that’s what it went wrong.

thankfully, rhea and referees were able to drag nia away from the ring. she knew she went too far but her pride was something she wasn’t willing to give up.

damian was still in the ring with you as medical staff came and assisted you.

you already fell unconscious when damian lifted you up in his arms and dragged you down onto the stretcher waiting for you backstage.

you were rushed to the hospital and honestly no one felt like continuing the show but they had to. jey was next but all he wanted to do was rush to the hospital and stay by your side.

you didn’t even realised that when you woke up you weren’t in some hotel room but you were in a hospital bed. your head still pounding when you remembered what happened.

the doctor told you that you had a few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder,a broken wrist, a sprained ankle and a heavy concussion. not to count all the bruising and red spots forming all over your body.

then what you didn’t want to hear : no wrestling for at least four months.

your body needed to rest and heal first.

you were trying to hold in all the tears but eventually let them out when the doctor left your room. you were supposed to have your first main event at wrestlemania and now that dream was gone.

while still crying a soft knock echoed through the room.

damian first, then rhea with the rest of the judgment day.

“hey…” she whispered but her heart broke when she saw the tears in your eyes “why are you crying pretty girl?” she asked sitting on the chair next to your bed, followed by the boys who sat on the small couch right beside the window.

“bye bye wrestlemania…” you said with a broken voice.

everyone knew how much you’ve been waiting and wanting that moment.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” she said softly.

“its just it’s not fair…” you whispered “why did she do that? i thought she was my friend…i would have never done that to her rhea…never”

“i know love…because you know your value, you’re kind and sweet and loving and unfortunately you’ve met someone who thought about her ego and her ego only…” she said smiling sadly at you.

“what matters now is that you rest and take your time to heal” damian joined the conversation “you scared everyone back there…” he said making you smile a little.

“i didn’t mean to…”

“we know…or you could tell them that yourself” finn joked.

“what?” you whispered.

“everyone’s here…jey almost punched the doctor when they wouldn’t let him see you” dom laughed “becky is here with seth, cody and shayna are here too…girl you even scared gunther”

“i don’t believe it…” you laughed.

“we can make you believe that” jey said entering the room with a beautiful bouquet of red roses. everyone followed him too.

you were relieved in seeing so many people caring for you in a way not even your friends cared about. you felt loved and appreciated.

you’ve spent the next hour talking nonsense with them all and you almost forgot about the wrestling problem thing.

almost.

when everyone left for your check up with the doctor, the only one who stayed was jey.

he was the only one who noticed the shift in your mood and he knew what was like staying away from what you love do the most, so if you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was willing to do that, if you needed a friendly advice, he was willing to do that too.

“care to tell me what’s on your mind sweetheart?” he asked when the doctor left.

“i’m going to miss all of these…four months of not seeing you all days, no wrestling, no wrestlemania and probably no summerslam too…it’s just, i feel useless and empty not doing what i love jey” you confessed.

“you’re not useless at all, and it’s normal to feel nostalgic right now but it’ll pass and i promise you that you’ll be on your feet for when summerslam comes! i promise you” he said sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder - the healthy one - “i wish i could have done something to stop her but i was the useless one…i hated seeing you in so much pain…she lost her mind and finally she lost her job too”

“what?” you whispered.

“yup! got fired…you know you could sue her right?” jey asked.

“i would never do that…”

“i know…you’re too kind for that…what she did was wrong and completely unacceptable but i’m glad you’re here…” he said softly kissing your head.

“ill be here for a long long time…this is my home after all” you smiled, making jey laugh too.

and it was in that moment that you truly realised how important those weird people were for you, and how important you were for them.

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acute-crashout-jeyuso · 1 month ago

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The Fairy Uso -- Jhea *crackfic*

Rhea dropped her gym bag by the door with a thud and toed off her sneakers, sweat still clinging to her neck from her afternoon training session. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.

Then she saw it.

The mug.

The same stupid mug she’d asked Jey to wash four times. It sat in the sink like it owned the place and crusted with whatever ungodly protein sludge he drank before workouts, and now stained with a grayish ring that might’ve once been coffee. Or possibly death.

“Joshua,” she said calmly, dangerously.

From the couch, Jey tilted his head, his PS5 controller still in hand and one AirPod hanging loose in his ear. Shirtless, sockless, and clearly unaware he was standing on the edge of a cliff he built with his own laziness.

“Yo,” he grinned. “You look strong today.”

“The mug is still in the sink.”

Jey blinked. “What mug?”

“The mug,” she hissed. “The one you swore you’d clean on Monday.”

He craned his neck to look at the sink like it had just appeared out of nowhere. “Damn, that one? I thought the mold was like, seasoning. Like blue cheese. Gourmet vibes.”

Her nostrils flared. “The laundry is still in the washer. It smells like wet towels and bad decisions.”

“That’s my fault,” Jey admitted quickly. “But also, mildew is natural. Builds immunity or whatever.”

“You left glitter in the fridge, Josh.”

“I swear that wasn’t me. …Okay, it might’ve been me.”

She stared at him with no emotion nor hesitation and said, “We’re done.”

He blinked. “Like… done done? Or fake done where we yell and then eat pizza?”

“Done done,” Rhea snapped, already grabbing her keys. “Don’t text me. Don’t call me. Don’t try to fix this with that dumb enchanted gum your cousin gave you last time.”

“You don’t mean that,” he said, genuinely stunned. “Babe. It’s one mug. ONE mug.”

The door slammed.

Silence settled in. Jey stood there in the living room, looking like a kicked puppy with a man bun. The TV flashed a “You Died” screen behind him. Even his Call of Duty teammates had left the party.

Barry, their dog, padded out from under the table and gave him a long, judging stare.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jey muttered. “You could’ve washed it too.”

He picked up his phone. Scrolled to Roman’s name.

Jey: she left me. gum me up.

OTC 🩸: no.

Jey: 2 fucking bad I'm omw

Jey wasn’t even trying to eavesdrop. That's a lie... every time he's in this position, he is always eavesdropping. But.. nevertheless he was just walking past catering, hoodie up, AirPods in, minding his own post-breakup business and then he heard it.

Dominik Mysterio. Talking too loud as always

“I’m just saying,” Dom said to some poor crew guy, “Rhea’s single now. I mean, I know she’s still healing and everything, but like… I could swing by her locker room with some flowers. Or those gluten-free brownies she likes. And maybe I serenade her, bro. I been practicing guitar.”

Jey stopped in his tracks. One AirPod slid out.

Serenade?

SERENADE?

No. No no no. Not again.

Dom had tried this exact mess. The night he attempted to have a Mariachi Band play Selena for HIS RHEA.

Now he was talking about gluten-free baked goods?

Jey took off running.

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By the time he made it to Roman’s locker room, he was breathless, sweating, and borderline feral.

He slammed the door open.

“Bro I need the gum.”

Roman, halfway through doing pushups with resistance bands and chewing a mint leaf like a Bond villain, didn’t even look up.

“No.”

Jey gaped. “You don’t even know which gum I’m talkin’ about!”

Roman stood, slow and calm. “Yes I do. Because I keep them all in the safe. And the one you're thinking about the one that turns you into a fairy, which is off limits.”

“Come onnnn,” Jey whined, practically vibrating with panic. “Dom’s talkin’ about flowers and brownies and music, and you KNOW how she gets when she hears a sad boy ballad!”

“I said no.”

“Why don’t you ever help me?!”

Roman shot him a look so sharp it could slice a ring rope.

“You really wanna ask me that?” he said. “I’m only gonna name one event: The Band.”

Jey froze. His mouth opened. Closed. His eyes glazed with memory.

The Band.

Rhea’s birthday. The house party. The cheap mic that almost caught their sex sounds.

Jey, Roman, Jimmy, Solo, and Sami Zayn… forming a last-minute Bloodline band. Singing “Play That Funky Music White Boy.”

They had harmonized.

“Okay, but that don’t count,” Jey said quickly.

Roman’s eyes widened. “That don’t COUNT?! I sang funk for you!”

“Okay it was fire!” Jey said, hands raised. “That bridge section? You ATE.”

“No. No gum. You’re banned.”

“But uce—”

“I said no.”

Jey lowered his hands, lips trembling. Then, in a whisper:

“She’s gonna fall for Dom’s brownies, Uce.”

Roman blinked. Then sighed. Then walked to the wall safe.

“God, I’m gonna regret this.”

He punched in the code. 0–6–2–8–0–0 (Samoan Heritage Day). The door clicked.

Roman pulled out a tiny glittery gum case labeled in purple Sharpie:

“FAIRY FORM. Use for Emergencies Only (DO NOT LET JEY NEAR THIS).”

He tossed it at Jey.

“One chew only. Mood swings kick in after twenty minutes. Do not cry in front of production staff again.”

Jey popped the gum into his mouth and grinned as sparkles bloomed around his face.

“Time to fly.”

Jey hovered mid-air, flapping awkwardly, just outside the fourth-floor balcony of the La Quinta Inn. His wings buzzed softly with green shimmer, twitching every time he got too emotional. Which was often.

Below him, normal pedestrians walked by unaware that a grown-ass man with glitter eyebrows and a wand shaped like a miniature steel chair was crouched behind a potted plant, spying through balcony curtains.

Inside, Liv Morgan was talking to Rhea. Rhea looked… rough. Like, crying-in-a-sports-bra rough. She was wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, mascara slightly smudged, hair in a ponytail that screamed “heartbreak, but still hot.”

Jey’s heart twisted.

“I miss you, baby,” he whispered to himself, then immediately sneezed glitter. “Damn side effects…”

Inside, Rhea wiped her face and muttered something that made Liv shake her head and rub her shoulder gently. Liv said something like, “You need someone who folds laundry without being asked.”

Jey frowned. “That’s a personal attack.”

He flitted slightly to the left, wings buzzing. “Okay. Plan. Operation Sparkle Redemption.” He opened his tiny sparkly notebook (where did he even get that?) and started whispering ideas:

Bake apology brownies

Write glitter poem

Enchant Dom's guitar to only play Nickelback

Set up fireworks that spell “SORRY BABY” across the sky

Kidnap her gym bag and leave a love letter inside

He tapped the steel chair wand, which had magically transformed into a green pen, against his temple. “Or… what if I turn into like, a lil dog and a fairy? Like a fairy Yorkie?”

Thunk.

Something smacked his wing. Hard.

He yelped, spun mid-air, and saw a small rock tumbling toward the ground.

Jey glared down. Below him, outside the parking garage, stood Judgment Day in their usual dramatic cluster: all in black, all slightly over it. Dominik was holding another rock.

Dom cupped his hands and shouted up:

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ALWAYS IN SOME MAGICAL SITUATION?!”

Jey shouted back, hand on hip, sparkles swirling around him like angry dust:

“Why the fuck are you always tryna steal my girl with acoustic sadboi energy?!”

Damian sighed loudly and lit a cigarette.

Finn whispered something to JD and JD nodded like they’ve had to deal with so many fairy-related problems this month alone.

Rhea and Liv looked up toward the commotion. Jey yelped and flattened himself against the balcony like a glittery gecko.

Inside, Liv blinked. “Did… did something just sparkle outside?”

Rhea rubbed her eyes. “I think I’m hallucinating again.”

Down below, Dom picked up another rock. “GET DOWN HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN. OR A PIXIE. WHATEVER YOU ARE.”

Jey hissed like a feral glitter cat. “YOU’RE NOT EVEN IN HER LEAGUE, DOMINIK!”

Finn sighed again. “Here we go…”

The second pebble hit Jey’s thigh, he knew it was on.

“Y’all really wanna do this?” he snapped, floating ten feet above the pavement, his sparkly wings twitching with rage. He raised his wand, “I didn’t wanna go full fairy mode, but you threw rocks first!”

Dom smirked from below. “You turned into a fairy to win your ex back, bro.”

Jey aimed the wand at him like a sniper. “AND I’D DO IT AGAIN.”

Without warning, he swooped down and bonked Dom on the shoulder with the wand-chair. A shower of rainbow stars exploded on impact. Dom screamed like he got tagged by a unicorn in prison.

“AHHH! MY BONE! I THINK IT’S GLITTER-FRACTURED!"

Damian reacted fast, launching a pebble at Jey’s side. Finn followed, throwing two rapid-fire chunks of gravel like he trained for this.

Thunk. Thunk-thunk. Glitter in distress.

Jey yelped and zipped back into the air, arms flailing. “NOT THE PEBBLE FORMATION!”

JD yelled, “GET HIM!!”

Suddenly, it was a hailstorm. Rocks. Pebbles. One mini shampoo bottle.

“Y’ALL ARE PETTY!” Jey shrieked, spinning mid-air like a disco ball under attack. “I’M LITERALLY GLOWING AND Y’ALL THROWIN’ EARTH?!”

But he was outnumbered. Four to one. His wing was cramping. He was spiraling—

And then...

✨ POOF!

Jimmy Uso appeared out of thin air, wearing glitter shades and a deep v-neck crop top. His wings were golden and lopsided, but he was armed with two glowing glowsticks that pulsed like twin tasers.

“AYO GET OFF MY TWIN!” he shouted, doing a flip mid-air for no reason.

✨ POOF!

Solo showed up next with his expression blank, wings matte black, holding what looked like a magical battle club made out of enchanted Red Vines.

“Time to eat dirt,” he muttered, swinging like a baseball bat and taking out one of Finn’s pebbles mid-air.

✨ POOF!

Sami Zayn came last, wings crooked, wearing a sparkly scarf and carrying a megaphone. “FREEDOM FOR FAIRIES!” he yelled, flying straight into Damian’s shoulder and bouncing off like a ping pong ball.

Judgment Day panicked. It was full-on air combat now: sparkles flying, pebbles raining, Dom screaming, “IS THAT A FAIRY ARMY?!”

And then… the wind changed.

It got heavy.

It got serious.

A shadow fell over the parking lot.

The clouds parted like they were afraid.

And through the blinding sun came a deep, chest-shaking voice:

“ENOUGH.”

Everyone froze mid-flight.

And then he descended.

Roman Reigns.

Not just a fairy.

THE Fairy.

Tank-sized wings of gold and obsidian. Beard braided with pure moonlight. Muscles glistening with enchanted sweat. A sash that read Fairy Commander. A giant wand the size of a full sledgehammer strapped to his back.

He landed with a boom. The pavement cracked.

“Y’all embarrassing the fairy realm,” he growled. “Throwing rocks? In the airspace? Using magic without permits?”

Dom whimpered. “He started it.”

Jey pointed dramatically. “He tried to steal my girl with baked goods!”

Roman ignored both. “We do not fight over muffins and crushes. We fight for honor. For glory. For THE SPARKLE CODE.”

Everyone stood silent. Judgment Day held their pebbles like children caught with contraband.

Jey fluttered to the ground, eyes big. “Does this mean I can still win her back?”

Roman stared at him. Long. Stern.

“…Make it good, Fairy Uso.”

“You know she’s never gonna take you back,” Dominik huffed, brushing glitter off his shirt like it was fleas. “You left a moldy mug in the sink, bro. A MUG. With mold.”

He turned on his heel, sprinting toward the hotel’s automatic doors like a man on a mission. “I’m gonna go be emotionally available now!”

“OH NO YOU DON’T,” Jey shouted, flapping his glitter-dusted wings and launching into the air.

He soared, locked in, eyes narrowed. The wind rushed past his face. His wand gleamed in the sunlight.

He zeroed in on the hotel entrance.

Target: Acquired.

Judgment: Imminent.

…SLIDING DOORS: Not Magic-Activated.

BONK.

The impact echoed like a rubber mallet against a dry skull. Jey smacked full-speed into the glass door, wings flattening like paper fans, sparkles bursting from his shoulders like sad fireworks.

He slid down slowly, face smushed against the glass, leaving a faint glitter streak behind.

Inside the lobby, a kid eating a complimentary waffle screamed.

Jey groaned from the sidewalk. “Dom… you asshole.”

From behind the front desk, the La Quinta receptionist sighed. “Not again…”

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Dom was grinning ear to ear as he strutted down the hallway of the fifth floor, cradling his tiny ukulele like it was an extension of his soul.

His curls were extra fluffed. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to say “I feel things.” And the song choice? Iconic. A classic. Romantic. Safe. Rhea couldn’t resist Elvis, and he knew it.

He stopped in front of Room 418, adjusted his necklace, and knocked twice.

The door opened halfway.

Liv Morgan peeked through, brow arched. “Oh no.”

Dom’s grin widened. “Tell her it’s for her.”

Liv didn’t even fight it. She just turned her head and deadpanned, “Rhea. It’s for you.”

A moment later, Rhea appeared behind her, hoodie on, face tired, eyes suspicious.

Dom strummed once.

Then, with a breath, he began:

🎶 “Wise men say…

Only fools rush in…” 🎶

Rhea blinked, stunned. Liv slowly stepped back into the room like she was leaving a crime scene.

🎶 “But I… can’t help…

Falling in lo—” 🎶

CRASH.

Like a sparkly missile from the heavens, Jey tackled Dom straight into the hallway wall mid-chorus.

The ukulele let out one last sad twang before shattering on impact.

They hit the floor hard with Dom screaming, Jey yelling, fairy wings flapping like crazy.

“YOU TRIED TO SERENADE MY WOMAN?!” Jey roared, straddling Dom’s chest, glitter flying off his hair like rage confetti.

Dom flailed, covered in glitter and drywall dust. “YOU HIT ME DURING THE BRIDGE!”

Rhea’s jaw dropped.

Liv gasped, “Jey… are you wearing eyeshadow?!”

Jey looked up, breathing hard. “It’s water-activated pigment shimmer, thank you.”

Dom shrieked, “HE FLEW THROUGH A WINDOW LIKE A BEDAZZLED PIGEON!”

“I FLEW THROUGH PAIN, DOMINIK,” Jey snapped.

Rhea rubbed her temples. “I can’t believe this is my life.”

The hallway was silent now, aside from Dom groaning in the corner like he got hit by Cupid with a steel chair.

Rhea grabbed Jey by the back of his glitter-dusted hoodie and yanked him up, dragging him into the hotel room like a bouncer hauling out a drunk VIP.

She shut the door behind them with a heavy thud.

Jey stood in the middle of the room, breathing hard, wand still in hand, sparkles clinging to his skin like stubborn glitter herpes.

Rhea crossed her arms.

“Okay,” she said, voice flat. “Why… are you a fairy?”

Jey blinked.

“Well—see—I overheard Dom say he was gonna bring you gluten-free brownies and serenade you, and obviously I couldn’t just let that happen, so I went to Roman and I may have asked for the gum.”

Rhea just stared.

Jey shifted on his sparkly Crocs. “The fairy gum.”

She blinked again.

He tried to smile. “Y’know. Romantic gesture.”

Rhea’s voice hit a new octave. “You turned into a fairy… because you thought it would be romantic?”

Jey nodded slowly, wings twitching. “Like, Cosmo from Fairly Oddparenrs but sexy. With emotional depth.”

Rhea slapped her forehead. “We broke up four hours ago, Josh. Four. And in that time, you turned yourself into a flying glitter disaster and assaulted Dominik mid-Elvis cover!”

Jey pointed a glittery finger. “Okay, first of all—he was butchering it. Second of all… I wasn’t the only one.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”

He tilted his head toward the balcony window.

Rhea turned.

And there, just hovering like budget Marvel heroes were Jimmy, Solo, and Sami, all with various degrees of fairy wings, enchanted accessories, and dumb grins.

Sami was holding a glittery poster board that read “#TeamJey 💘”

Jimmy threw up deuces. “Aye Rhea!”

Solo just nodded once, sipping from a Capri Sun. His wings barely fluttered.

Rhea blinked. “You dragged all of them into this?!”

“I didn’t!” Jey shouted. “They volunteered! Well… except Roman. He showed up as, like… a Final Boss.”

Rhea walked to the couch and sat down in absolute silence.

She put her head in her hands.

And finally muttered: “You’re lucky you’re cute."

Jey stood awkwardly across from her, glitter shimmering on his cheeks like remorseful highlighter. His wings fluttered a little whenever he felt nervous .. which, in this moment, was a lot.

She finally looked up, eyes sharp.

“Sit.”

He obeyed instantly, wand across his lap like a punished schoolboy.

“Jey,” she said slowly. “I didn’t mean to break up with you.”

His head jerked up. “Wait, you didn’t?! Then why’d you—”

“I was angry, Josh. I needed you to understand that when I ask you to do something, I mean it. I don’t want to nag you. I don’t want to fight with you. But I’m not your mom. I shouldn’t have to ask three times to wash a mug.”

He opened his mouth to protest but shut it when he saw her expression.

“I wasn’t trying to end things,” she went on, softer now. “I just wanted you to see I wasn’t playing. I need a partner, not another person I have to clean up after.”

Jey looked down at the wand. “I thought if I did something big… it’d show you I care.”

“Big isn’t always better,” Rhea said. “Sometimes I just want help with the laundry.”

“…What if I enchanted the washing machine so it talks to you?”

She gave him a look. He winced.

“Okay. Not the time.”

She reached out and flicked a speck of glitter off his nose. “You know you’re still covered in sparkles, right?”

“I think they’re inside me now.”

Rhea exhaled a slow laugh, then leaned in and touched his cheek gently.

“I love you, fairy glitter mess and all. But if you wanna keep this relationship alive, you're gonna have to fight harder for chores than you do for serenade showdowns.”

Jey nodded solemnly.

“Starting tomorrow,” she added. “You’re scrubbing the fridge.”

His face paled. “Even the… vegetable drawer?”

“Especially the vegetable drawer.”

#wwe #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #jey uso #fanfiction #fanfic #rhea ripley #yeet #rhea and jey #the judgement day #jey uso fanfiction #jhea fanfiction #jhea wwe

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madhatterbri · 1 year ago

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Consequences | D.P.

Summary: Can I request: Something snaps in Fem!reader. After proving she has earned a title shot, reader loses against Liv Morgan because of Dom’s “help” & unlike Becky & Zelina; reader grabs a nearby bat & goes after him. TJD guides Dom away while Priest talks the reader down. Priest assures that Dom will face consequences & leaves. Reader isn’t waiting & finds that the clubhouse is unprotected & uses her bat to destroy everything, including the gifts that Liv bought for Daddy.

Author's Note: Sorry it's so short. ❤️

Requested by Anon.

Damian Priest Masterlist

Taglist: @plentyoffandoms @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @mrsarcherofinfamy

Y/N walked around the hallways of the arena, whistling a menacing tune. Her bat was placed over her shoulders. Her hands dangled over the bat. She was screwed over for the last time. After tonight, no one was going to screw her over again.

She stood in front of a door. Her bat is now in her hands. She knocked on the door. When no one answered, she tried the doorknob. To her surprise, the door was unlocked. Y/N walked inside the Judgment Day clubhouse.

All the Judgment Day merch brought back her match against Liv Morgan earlier that night. Dominik Mysterio interfered in the match and cost Y/N the win. Enraged, she started to go after Dom with a bat.

Damian intervened. He tried to talk her down and ensured that he would handle the Judgment Day business.

"I'll handle Judgment Day business," he promised her. "Don't worry. He will be dealt with,"

Y/N accepted his terms and decided to stand down. She had never had a problem with Damian before. He always kept his word and was a good man. Her anger started to subside until she checked her phone.

Liv Morgan was posted what an easy victory it was for her that night and thanking her "daddy" Dom. She had several pictures of them together with the championship belt. A couple of pictures had some of the gifts she bought for him.

Her bat connected to anything and everything she could swing at. A couple of times, she screamed in anger. All her hard work was gone, thanks to Dom Mysterio. She would now be at the back of the line.

In the end, she sat on their couch. She was breathing heavily. Her legs were resting on a table. Her feet on a broken picture frame of Dom and Liv together. Her eyes stared into the camera.

"Sorry, Dam. I gotta handle my business too,"

#fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe fanfiction #damian priest fanfic #damian priest x y/n #damian priest x reader

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rhodesrider · 2 years ago

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Walk All Over

Dom! Dominic M. x Brat!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight NSFW Mentions, Brattiness, talking back, clicker punishment, slight manipulative tactics, mentions of poly relationship (But focused on Dom lol)

Minors DNI

“You want me to do what?”

Dominic was trying to enjoy a sandwich in peace while sitting in the living room watching tv. But soon Rhea and Damien had to talk to him for a bit about a little miss someone’s behavior towards them. “We want you to stand up for yourself more to pumpkin.” Damien said a bit irritated. Dominik looked at Rhea and she nodded agreeing with him. “You’re her Dom as well, and you shouldn’t let her walk all over you.” Dom then finished his bite putting the sandwich down. “I feel like you guys are over exaggerating. Shes not that bad to me.” Rhea and Damien both looked at him with a doubting glare. “Well, remember earlier?” Damien asked.

Earlier that day, Y/N walked down the stairs and walked past Dominik and grabbed some Ice cream from the freezer, but Dominik made her lunch while the rest were out and about. “Hey Y/N put that back I made you lunch.” Dominik spoke. She looked at him with a unamused look, “No thanks I want something sweet.” She started to open the ice cream pint, and Dominik took the spoon out her hand. “Put it back, last chance.” “Or? Be a snitch and tell mama?” She smirked and looked at him up and down. Sizing him up. “Maybe.” He tried to keep eye contact and show that he’s in charge, but one little issue, he’s a switch. Hell most of the time he gets treatments from Rhea when he’s not on his best behavior, same as Y/N. “Pumpkin it’s just you need to eat your lunch..” “Please Dommi?Just a few bites?” She pouted as she gave him the sweetest eyes, batting her eyes some, Dominik caving in slowly. “Ok ok go ahead but after you eat lunch. Please I don’t feel like hearing their mouth.” Dom groaned. She kissed his cheek and ran with the ice cream to enjoy her frozen treat. She soon swindled into more and more and then the lunch went cold, her not wanting to eat it at all.

“Ok it was just a lunch time. If won’t happen again.” He muttered. “Dom she got away with a lot of that with you, we watch and listen. She’s gonna keep taking advantage of your kindness.” Damien voiced. “No she doesn’t..” Dom was a bit hurt. “She does honey, doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you it’s more she’s smart. How do you think we survive her?” Rhea smirked. “Remember when she tried Finn the other day?” Dom remembers that plain as day,

Finn is not a force to mess with. “Finny can I-“ “Munchkin if it’s about any snacks that you’ve already had, you know the answer.” He said sharply with a smile reading and not even looking at her. She sighed and she stormed off but soon heard a familiar click. His counter, right in his hand as he heard the movements that changed. “You stomping off doesn’t get you anything you want.” He reminded her. She was steaming mad, but swallowed her pride and walked away quietly not to cause another click or two. Finn just smiled and went back to his activity.

“That clicker has always been an issue for her. Shes scared of it.” Damien smirked. “We use that as an advantage as well.” Rhea smiled. “I don’t know guys I’m not that…you know..” he mumbled. “It’s either you start putting your foot down or else Dom Dom.” Rhea made it clear. She didn’t want her just stepping all over Dom and take advantage of him. “Ok..” he said and she kissed him on his forehead. “Good boy.” Damien rolled his eyes and they both walked away so he could finish his food. He sat there and bit his lip really thinking on the times where he would find himself weak because of her tactics. Honest, he didn’t like to see her cry or upset. But he didn’t wanna seem like a softy when there’s times he wants to be dominate.

It was soon the next day, and Dom was on alert for anything shenanigans Y/N had in store. Rhea was off to the gym, Damien and Finn are out getting stuff for tonight’s dinner so him and Y/N was by theirselves. Y/N came down stairs and scanned the room slow, no sign of the others, but dear lil Dom. She smirked and she sighed getting down the stairs, grabbing the remote and sitting on Dom. “Was watching tv.” He sighed. “So? I wanna watch.” She smirked and changed the channel. Dom was already irritated but this seemed like her pushing buttons then her just being hardheaded. “Oh I remember I had some left over ice cream in the freezer!” She smiled and bounced off him going to the freezer. “You need to ask me first.” She blinked stopping mid tracks before even touching the door to the freezer. She looked at Dom behind her and smiled. “I have to do what?” “Ask me. You know it’s almost time for lunch-“ “I don’t care. I never cared. But I have a sweet tooth. So imma get me some ice cream.” She said bluntly. She touched back around and soon a sound haunted her.

Click

“Close it.”

She peeked seeing that Finn gave Dom his counter. It was tense in the kitchen, she looked directly at the counter. She can’t snatch it out his hand, he’s just gonna add. More and more clicks for Finn to see. More of blindfolds and denied orgasms, privileges taken, she heard another click and got nervous. It was dangerously close to 10. “Last chance pumpkin, close it.” Dom saw how an arrogant little brat she was, then this submissive “Oh I’m in trouble.” Face he honest saw adorable. She closed the freezer not breaking eye contact with the clicker. “Now, you will wait till they get back with food. Then you ask. Understood?” His voice bellowed and carried in the house. She slightly jumped. Her eyes started to water, and Dom saw the tear but stood his ground. “But Dommi-“ “I don’t want to hear it. You have to give me some respect too. Rather you like it or not.” Her tears cleared fast seeing he wasn’t breaking and she rolled her eyes in anger. Alligator tears. He added another click and she snapped her neck back to it as it was firm in Dom’s hand. “The eye roll wasn’t necessary. Just a yes sir will suffice.” Her nose wrinkled some but she was so close to 10 clicks she couldn’t risk it. “…Yes sir…” she said and he nodded. “Go sit down.” She walked away sitting in her comfy corner pissed.

Dominik kept the look on his face, but inside he was so excited. She listened to him for once, was didn’t cave in and show any weakness. He sat back watching tv soon having a wave of guilt over him glancing here and there to Y/N. But he had to keep his ground. He sighed in relief as he heard the door and everyone coming in, any longer and he would have caved. “Hey guys, what’s up with Princess?” Rhea asked, Finn picked up the counter and saw two more clicks were added. “Hm seems like someone was being a little shit.” She just rolled her eyes from the teasing. “Dom you handled her?” Damien asked curious. He nodded blushing a bit as Rhea was smiling at him proud. “Good job Dom Dom.” She kissed his cheek and went to the kitchen getting out some ice cream. “Here babygirl.” She smirked and got up getting the ice cream with led Dom confused. “It was a test. You passed.” Damien laughed. “And thank you Princess for helping us out, we know you aren’t that much trouble baby~” Damien cooed and kissed her all over making her giggle. Dom just sighed at the shenanigans. “You guys are a lot to deal with…” “You love us dummy.” Rhea giggled. Y/N went over and kissed him as her own reward. “You did good dommi.” Dom smiled and kissed her back.

#wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe smackdown #wwe judgement day #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wwe rhea ripley #wwe damian priest #finn balor

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soullesssenpai · 4 months ago

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WWE Titan Takedown Post-Mania State of the Union

Hi, Intrepid Viewers!

Happy Tuesday! We now live in a post-WrestleMania world, and a few headlines directly involved our righteous wrestlers, so I thought it might be a good idea to do a little rundown/recap of what happened at WrestleMania and how it impacted the ongoing storylines our wrestlers are involved in!

As an aside before we get started, thanks so much to all the folks who have reached out with questions and/or reblogged previous titan takedown/wwe posts of mine!

On to Mania! So, as I previously noted, three out of four of our righteous wrestlers were on the card for mania: bayley, kofi, and xavier all had matches when I wrote my original post, but boy have things changed since then! Let’s start with the less complicated news: The New Day are NEW tag champs!

That’s right, our boys (who are still VERY heelish, rocking lots of sparkles and saying everybody needs to get on their knees and thank god for them) took the WWE Tag Team Championship titles off the War Raiders in a solid match during night 1! They won and literally sprinted out of the ring and up the ramp, like true chickenshit heels. This actually marks Kofi and Xavier’s seventh reign as tag champs, the most times anyone in wwe history has held them. New!! Day Rocks!!!

Talking about heel work is a good opportunity for a little wrestling 101/explainer, since a few folks asked about faces/heels and fan reactions. In wrestling, the best heels are the ones that make you love to hate them. Dominik Mysterio is a GREAT example - he just won the intercontinental title, and gets booed to all hell every time he walks out, but he’s one of the most cherished wrestlers in the company. Fans boo as a form of love for the really good heels, letting them know you see the character work they’re doing and you’re eating it up. When the new day comes out and the crowd boos, or kofi’s mother disowns him (which happened recently) it’s all in good fun.

That being said, there certainly are heels who are being booed because the audience hates them. Logan paul was also there this weekend, which is all i want to say about that.

But on to the slightly messier situation: the Bayley of it all! This time last week, Bayley was scheduled to challenge for the WWE Tag Team Championships with Lyra Valkyria. Though they’re not really a proper tag team (more of a mentor/mentee duo that’s still figuring out their chemistry) Bayley and Lyra did go through a gauntlet to earn their title shot against the champions, Liv and Raquel.

We were all set for Bayley and Lyra, until during Friday night Smackdown, they showed footage backstage of Lyra tending to Bayley, who had been mysteriously attacked. (wrestling 101 note, bayley was not attacked in real life. This is what you’d call an ‘angle.’) with Bayley writhing in pain on the ground, a distraught Lyra is told that she’s got 24 hours to find a new tag team partner.

I might’ve accidentally spoken this into existince for saying I hoped she’d return in my last post, but when the time came for Lyra’s tag match versus Liv and Raquel, her mystery partner ended up being none other than her fellow Irishwoman and mentor, Becky Lynch. I could write essays on essays about Becky and her importance to wrestling, but she’s been away for a year, so this was a big return.

Becky and Lyra went on to *win* their match, making them the new WWE tag team champions. Because Lyra is also currently the reigning intercontinental champion, a lot of folks were wondering what the plan was, because even though she and Becky are very close, they’re also not really a tag team, and it’s a strange choice to put a singles champion (Lyra) into the tag division.

Nonetheless, Lyra and Becky showed up to Monday Night Raw last night as the new champs - Liv and Raquel invoked their rematch clause, and got a chance to take their titles back. The rematch between Liv/Raquel and Becky/Lyra ends with Liv pinning Lyra, meaning Lyra and Becky lost their belts after just a day. We then got a heel turn!!! Becky, angry that Lyra lost them the titles, attacked her protege, turning against her.

Shock! Betrayal! Becky, how could you!? (Side note, I prefer Becky as a heel, and her husband Seth also just turned heel, so very excited about this development). What does this mean for Bayley, you all ask? I’ll give the in-kayfabe answer/prediction first, which is that Bayley will likely disappear from tv for a few weeks before returning to feud with Becky. She’ll get her lick back and probably pick up her feud with Roxanne Perez, who’s still running around on Raw.

However, some recent interviews Bayley’s done have definitely given some insight into the situation. There was (understandably) some outcry after Bayley was taken off of the WrestleMania card so last minute. It’s a big deal to have a mania match, and for a veteran like her to be yoinked away like that sucks.

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Again, I could write oodles and oodles about how wrestling contracts work and i don’t want to get into the weeds on things, but this is kind of the latest development in an ongoing thing where Bayley isn’t getting the respect she’s due. She’s one of the four horsewomen of WWE, but as she said in the interview, she feels like she isn’t on the same level as the others (even if she absolutely is).

So that’s the titan takedown state of the union! New Day are heel champs, Bayley has been “attacked” and we’re waiting for her return/see what her next move is. If you want my crackpipe theory, I’m hoping she heads to All Elite Wrestling soon, but that’s a discussion for another day.

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Second Chance (2/3)

Word Count: 7,931

Characters: Damian Priest/Unnamed OC, (minor appearances from Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor, Dominik Mysterio, Seth Rollins, CM Punk, and Triple H)

Genre: Romance

Tags: Stars Align, Man Realizing He’s An Idiot, Regrets

Summary: some people are worth a second chance. (A Wrestlemania XL Night Two fic)

Part I here

Author’s Note: This is the night told from Damian’s POV. I did watch the BTS video from Gorilla, so any errors are my own.

A heavy case of nerves flowed through Damian’s system as the start of Wrestlemania XL grew closer. The vibe of the crowd already in their seats made its way into Gorilla where plenty of backstage talent and crew members were gathered.

Seth Rollins was there exchanging pre match whispers with his wife, Becky Lynch. The former already dressed in his over-the-top mummer-inspired outfit. It was outlandish but it fit the wrestler to a T.

His opponent, Drew McIntyre was there as well. Their match kicked off night two. Seth’s World Heavyweight Championship title up for grabs.

The purple Money In The Bank briefcase felt like it weighed a hundred pounds in his grasp. Aside from that World Heavyweight Title, the briefcase – securing him an opportunity at a title shot – was the most important object in the room.

He just needed the opportunity to cash in his title shot. Last night during Night One, an opportunity never arose. Roman Reigns never gave him an opening during his tag team match. Plus, he had The Rock next to him. He didn’t want to take the risk of anything going wrong.

Everything had to be perfect.

The venue – Lincoln Financial Field in Philadelphia – was perfect. The city was nearly next door to the city where he got his start in wrestling. A jump across the Walt Whitman Bridge and a quick ride down 42 and he’d be in Atlantic City.

When he arrived at the stadium earlier in the day, he took a moment to walk out on the ramp and stare. Very few other people moved around save for a few crew members double checking wires and camera views. A handful of stadium workers walking through the seats double checking. The feeling of being alone in such a vast space was nearly overwhelming. He felt incredibly small in the grand structure.

Closing his eyes Damian imagined the stadium packed from the field to the very last row at the top of the stadium. The noise of the crowd could almost vibrate the ground beneath his feet. He’d been in that stadium once before with it rocking enough to feel the earth move.

When he’d opened his eyes it wasn’t the ring in the middle of the field he saw but the unblemished green grass with the Eagles logo on the 50 yard line. Unable to stop, his eyes centered himself in the stadium, gathering his bearings and navigated to the section of seats to his right and up to the top where once upon he was there in section 244 seat 26.

Even now, nine years later he could feel those cold temps of the late Sunday night in December. He could hear the cheers of the crowd and the slamming of shoulder pads together. See the white smoke from fireworks popping off from the wing-like canopies at the top of the stadium covering his seat after yet another Philadelphia touchdown. Could feel the soft lips against his in a celebratory kiss. There had been plenty of those that night.

“Yo. Priest you okay?”

Damian shook away the sparkling blue eyes chanting out the spelling of Eagles pumping an arm in the air with each letter to see his teammate and best friend, Rhea Ripley in front of him.

“Nerves man,” Damian stated in a half truth. It was better than explaining how his thoughts got away from him on the absolute most important day of his wrestling career.

“You got this,” Rhea told him firmly, slapping her hands on his shoulders.

“I really can’t believe this is happening….” Inside he was vibrating and it took everything he had to appear calm on the outside.

“You deserve this.”

He pulled her into a hug by a hand on the back of her head. She became his person from nearly the moment they met in NXT. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. They were the best of friends.

The show kicked off with Stephanie McMahon and then Drew McIntyre’s music played over the stadium’s system. As Seth made his way to the ring, he pulled the black hoodie he wore over his ring gear over his head. There were plenty of monitors in Gorilla to watch the match, but he couldn’t bring himself to look.

His friends – The Judgement Day faction made up of Rhea, Finn Balor, Dominic Mysterio, and JD McDonagh – were there with him in support. His friends allowed him the opportunity to talk if he needed. They also allowed him to sit in silence. He also had his brothers and father. Even with all the back up, it did little to settle the nerves. He stretched. He meditated bent over at the waist with his hands in his knees and eyes staring at the briefcase on the floor between his legs.

So many changes occurred in the months and days leading up to Wrestlemania, he wasn’t sure another change wasn’t coming. He didn’t know the proper word that would describe the devastation if Creative pulled an audible. This was his moment.

The perfect time.

Sometime later he was standing in the middle of Gorilla with his arms spread out while a crew member worked baby oil over his arms and shoulders. The oil served a couple of purposes. It made it harder for opponents to grip. It also allowed some moves to go off better with the extra fluidity the oil provided. Mainly, it was an aesthetic for visual appearance allowing muscles to pop and appear more defined under the lights.

Then it was time. The crowd roared as Drew’s music hit declaring him the winner and Seth was ducking through the curtain.

Damian turned his head to met Seth coming back at the same time the wrestler was slapping his chest. He reached out with one armed and hugged the worn out wrestler.

“I told you it was all gonna be worth it, baby,” Seth breathed heavily. His body worn out and tingling with pain mostly centered on his knee. He knew there was another surgery in his future but his night wasn’t over yet. “The biggest moment of your life,” he told Damian, slapping his hands on his upper arms. “I am so happy for you,” he gripped Damian’s chin with a hand giving it a small shake. “Enjoy.”

Damian nodded at him as the small smattering of people clapped for the veteran wrestler. He may be older than Seth, but Seth had years in the business on him. Years of being a big name, the top draw. He had mad respect for him.

He blew out a breath and danced on his feet. The briefcase in his right hand. Hands poised in either side of the curtain. A ref – his friend, Eddie – hovering behind him, ready to make that run to the ring with him.

Then it was time.

His music hit and everything else fell away. He was in the zone.

He sprinted down the ramp with the briefcase in hand. The crowd a complete blur. They could be screaming their heads off or sitting in the seats quiet like they were in church. He didn’t know. He circled the ring and lifted the briefcase, ramming it into Drew’s head, knocking the new champion off his feet. The briefcase flew from his hands on impact nearly flying into the stands.

Grabbing it quickly, he shoved the briefcase into Eddie’s hands. “I’m cashing in!” He yelled. “Right now!” He gave a little shove as he let go of the briefcase, barely waiting for Eddie to make his way to the timekeeper’s box before turning his attention back to Drew. Drew still laid on the ground. In the corner of his eye, he saw CM Punk standing on the announce table, a smirk on his face watching the events take place.

He could hear the announcer Michael Cole’s “Priest is cashing right now!” from the announce table.

Picking up Drew from ringside, he tossed him into the ring before climbing in after. He rolled in after the man as Eddie called for the bell.

The bell rang and he wrapped his fingers around Drew’s neck in a choke hold. He placed his other hand on Drew’s lower back and lifted the man high in the air, slamming him down into the mat. Drew bounced in the mat and Damian quickly fell over the man. He wrapped an arm under his leg and rolled his body back. He was laying on Drew’s shoulders, adding his entire weight on the man.

One.

Two.

Three.

Eddie’s hand slapped the mat in quick succession. It could have been hours. Or minutes. That final slap happened and Damian’s ears popped and cleared. The stadium went crazy. He popped off Drew on his knees and threw his arms back in a roar of victory.

His music started playing and he jumped up pumping his arms together before he flexed his arms out to either side, tossing them back as he released another roar. As he lifted his head back up, the dreads slapped him in the face.

“And here is your winner…”

He stalked the ring in a half circle before Eddie was there to present him the title – his title. Damian nearly snatched it out of his hands.

“And NEEEEEEW world heavyweight champion…”

He raised his hands high above his head in victory. The title clutched tightly in the grip of his right hand. Eddie’s hard grip on his wrist holding it up.

“Daamienn Preeeist!"

He released another guttural roar as the fans went wild all around him. Once again he could feel the vibrations beneath his feet as the crowd gave him the loudest reaction of his career.

He climbed through the ropes and jumped down to the ground. His eyes followed the ramp up to the top where he saw Rhea, Finn, Dom, and JD gathered waiting for him. He couldn’t wait to celebrate with them.

Emotions started to swirl in him as he stalked up the ramp toward his friends. After all the years he spent fighting and trying to make it in this business. The sacrifices he made. The people he lost along the way…

“Damian I love you!”

It’s a scream he’s heard a thousand times. Damian wasn’t sure what made him look to his right. He planned on smiling at the woman, maybe sending her a wink and keep moving up the ramp. That all fell away when his eyes met the woman. Shock took over elation and his steps faltered.

She smiled at him and he was taken back to that night in 2013 high above the field when she jumped into his arms jostling the people in the row in front of them who were too excited (and maybe too drunk) to care.

Damian knew he needed to make his way up the ramp and into the Gorilla so the show could go on, but he moved in her direction without thought. The pull was too much. It’s been too long.

He stood in front of her, breathing heavily from everything that’s happened in the last five minutes.

Was it even five minutes from the time he tore through the curtain and now? He didn’t know.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. People all around her vied for his attention. He felt their touches on his arms and the tickling touches on his sides from people just close enough to make contact. The noise of the crowd faded around him. It felt like he was underwater with the muted noise. People blurred as he stared into her eyes.

“Luis…”

Damian’s breath caught at the whisper of his real name. How he heard it over the crowd, he didn’t know. It just proved he was locked in on her. His feet moved on their own accord and before he knew it she was wrapped up tight in his arms. A feeling of home washed over him. He damned the coat she wore as he pressed his hands into her back. He was probably hurting her as the championship belt was digging into her back, but he couldn’t let the belt go or her. Her hands pressed against his back. His skin on fire where she touched and he wished the contact was skin on skin. He damned the barricade between them that kept them separated from the waist down.

Her body shuddered in his arms and leaned into him. He happily accepted her weight. “Fuck…” he uttered, tightening his hold. Time was of the essence and the window for him to keep standing in her arms rapidly closing.

“I gotta go…” he whispered directly into her ear after ducking his head down and adjusting his arms in an attempt to hide his face from prying eyes and cell phone cameras and online lip readers. His words caused her arms to tighten and her hands to press harder into him.

He wanted to keep her with him forever. He wanted to lift her in his arms and carry her with him to the back. “Please stay,” he pleaded, not sure what he meant. What could he do going forward? “I’ll…” He’ll what? What could he do? He was about to enter pure chaos when he reached Gorilla. There were interviews, photoshoots, press conferences… he dad was back there. His brothers… “Just don’t go.” He settled with, hoping she’ll agree to stay for the rest of the show to give him time to think about his next move. He wasn’t letting her go.

When she nodded her head, he squeezed her in his arms one last time. He slowly pulled away and their eyes met again. Emotions swirled in hers. Sure they did in his too.

The noise of the crowd threatened the bubble they were in. He cupped her face with his hands. The title still clutched in his right hand, he had to settle for his knuckles touching the soft skin of her cheek. Without thought to who was watching, what cell phone was on him, or even what WWE camera had him in view, he ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers. It was quick – much quicker than he would have liked – but stole his breath nonetheless. As he lifted his head, he ran his thumb over her cheek in a soft caress before he forced himself to leave her.

Luis was pushed to the side and Damian appeared once he caught sight of his friends still gathered at the top of the ramp. Reaching the top, he held his arms wide motioning them to come to him. Finn reached him first wrapping his arms around him from the right. Dom from the left. JD met him from the front jumping into the pile before Rhea joined at last.

They jumped up and down in excitement. Hands slapped backs and arms squeezed necks.

“Raise the title up, mate!”

Damian took Finn’s advice and turned around on top of the stage. With his music still playing, he gripped the title in both hands and held it high in the air. He’s friends gathered on either side of him with their arms raised. A cameraman stood in front of him capturing the moment that would live forever.

In Gorilla he was met with applause. Adam Pearce was the first to meet him with a slap to his back. Damian stood there with a huge grin on his face, taking it all on. Arms wrapped around him from behind from JD. He tapped his chest, his heart working double time. Rhea was right there and he drew her to him with his free arm wrapped over her shoulders. Her arms wrapped around his neck in a squeezing hug.

“You’re the fucking champion,” she declared in his ear, her voice wavering as she fought to hold her tears back.

Damian laughed. “Couldn’t have done it without you, Rips.”

“Bullshit,” Rhea spat as they rocked back and forth. “And don’t think I won’t be asking what you were doing with that fan…”

He released her with another laugh and felt his face heat. “You saw that?”

“We all saw that,” Finn was next to draw him into a hug. “Love you man.”

Finn knew every emotion he was feeling and going through having won the Universal Title for Raw back in 2016 when Damian was still taking his licks in the independent circuit. Finn had to relinquish the title the next day because of injury and has been trying to claw his way back to the top title scene ever since. Even though Damian currently held the top title on Raw, he hoped his friend got there.

Damian was then met with Triple H. “Thank you,” he told the man, his voice thick with emotion. It was Paul who gave him this opportunity. Without Paul, he would still be an unknown name stuck down in NXT or even worse.

“You earned this.” Paul said into his ear with accompanying back slaps. “You have worked hard and deserve every moment of this. Just let me know if you plan on making out with a fan every time.”

Damian gave a surprised bark of laughter as the hug broke. “Not a fan.”

His eyes must have given something away, for Paul smiled at him before slapping his shoulder one more time. “Congratulations.”

“Now you don’t gotta carry that stupid briefcase around anymore.”

Damian turned and met CM Punk coming to him. “Hey man,” he laughed. He didn’t say it, but he was probably going to miss that thing. It had been a staple at his side since he won it back in July. Then again, the thing was an embarrassing accessory at times especially when he was going through the airport.

There were so many people congratulating and hugging him. He took it all in. He spent the the longest time in the arms of his father, who hugged him tight as he told him how proud he was. His own eyes welled with tears hearing his father’s voice waver with emotion.

Before he knew it an hour passed by and he was starting to take photos. By himself with the championship title. With Triple H. With Rhea.

“Why do you keep fucking with your leg?”

Damian removed his hand from the inside of his thigh in a quick manner like he’d been caught red handed. “Man, I put on my gear earlier and it ripped right in the seam.” He cocked his knee and reached down showing her where the seam came apart in the middle of his thigh. “I have black tights on under to hide it.”

“You dumbass.” Rhea laughed. “Why didn’t you just go back to wardrobe and have them sew it?” She wrapped her arm around his back while he did the same. They each held their belts up with their free hand.

“I just wanted to be left alone. Everyone I passed in the halls kept asking if I was gonna cash in. I couldn’t get away from it.”

Rhea understood. They all tried to give Damian his space in the hours leading up to the start of Wrestlemania. They didn’t bombard him with questions. They let him have his peace. They talked if he wanted to. Most importantly they were just there for him.

“You gonna tell me what that little scene was after you won?”

Damian knew the questions were coming, especially from Rhea. He wasn’t someone who got embarrassed easily but he felt his face heat. He looked down at the ground, shuffling his feet.

“Come on,” Rhea needled him. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone? You don’t have to keep that from me.” Lord knows it would be nice to be on the advice giving side of relationships after she pestered Damian so much during the early stages of her own relationship with Matt.

“I’m not. Come on. I would tell you.”

“You just randomly pick a fan out of the stands and kiss her?”

Damian shook his head. “Remember when you weren’t sure if you wanted to take a chance on Matt?”

Rhea nodded. She was a mess back then probably still is in some cases. Trying to torpedo her own fledging relationship before it could even start due to her own anxiety and insecurities. “Yeah, you told me a story about…” she broke off and her eyes widened. “That’s her?”

Damian shook his head in affirmation. “Yeah.”

“No shit,” Rhea said in disbelief. During a late night where she once again brought up her fledging relationship with Matt, seeking Damian’s advice. Their relationship was more of a sexual nature, not for lack of trying on Matt’s part. It was Rhea who kept herself at a distance because there were so many issues that could crop up dating a fellow wrestler. A messy break up with a co-worker. Locker room talk. One of them being let go… there were so many reasons that entered her mine. Some sound, most relied on planets aligning, some made up in her head.

‘Why are you taking all this on your shoulders? Matt has a say in all this too.’ Then Damian opened up about an old relationship where the issues were different, the result was the same. He carried it all on his shoulders and didn’t allow the woman to have a say. He made the decision on his own to walk away.

‘It’s one of the biggest regrets that I have.’

“Did you know she was gonna be here?”

Damian shook his head again. “No idea.”

“So what are you gonna do?”

“What can I do?” Damian looked at his friend. “I’m stuck here for who knows how long. I asked her to stay, but again… when can I actually get to her?”

“You once gave me great advice on my own relationship when I wouldn’t get out of my own way.” Rhea moved closer and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “She’s here for a reason, Dame...”

“To watch Wrestlemania…”

Rhea rolled her eyes. “It’s an absolute shock you were able to give me advice with Matt when you truly are an absolute idiot…”

“Hey…” Damian was offended.

“That woman is not here to watch Wrestlemania you idiot. She’s here to see you!”

“I mean…maybe?”

Rhea growled in frustration. She spun away from her friend, walking toward a table where a couple of backstage crew members were gathered. “Anyone have a piece of paper and a pen?”

“Yeah, here.” One of the women reached inside a brown leather bound portfolio. She tore off a piece of paper along the perforated edge.

It was a smaller than the legal pad Rhea saw inside the binder but it would serve its purpose. She grabbed a pen from the scattering of BIC pens on the table. Walking back to Damian, she handed him the objects.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Write her a note. Give her your phone number.” Rhea found it hard to believe Damian could be this dense. She found it harder to believe she acted this way when Damian was trying to steer her toward the path she wanted to take but was too scared. “If she calls you or messages, then you know she wasn’t just here to watch.”

Damian saw the merit in Rhea’s idea. He couldn’t get away from his backstage obligations. There was no way to truly estimate a time he would be free. She couldn’t wait in the stands forever. A note could be given to her explaining.

He moved away to get some privacy. He held the paper to the wall with one hand before writing just a short line and his phone number. Why he didn’t think of doing this before, he had no idea. His brain was firing on too many circuits with not only winning the championship but seeing her again after all this time.

Without hesitating, he ended the note with an L.

‘Luis…’

He could still hear his whispered name from her lips.

Maybe Rhea was right and she was here to see him.

“Hey,” Rhea pulled a young crew member over to them. “Did you see the woman in the crowd with Damian?”

The crew member chuckled. “We all did.”

“You remember where she was sitting and what she looks like?” Damian folded the note in half, creasing it with his fingers. When the crew member nodded he handed off the paper. “Please give this to her?”

The crew member was gone with a nod.

Later, while he was sitting behind the microphone for his time-slot at the Wrestlemania press conference, changed from his ring gear into a custom suit, his phone vibrated against his thigh. With an ear listening to the question about his title being the ‘workhorse title’, a phrase coined by Seth Rollins, he slipped his phone from his pocket.

‘I’ll be there.’

Those words made him want to throw his hands out to his sides with his fists clenched, throw his head back and roar to the sky like he did in the ring after winning the championship. He settled for a wide grin and turned his attention back to the reporters.

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