WWE Women One shots/Imagines

Rhea Ripley- Fall Apart in My Arms

Let's get one thing clear. My wife loves her fans. She is one of the kindest people I know. Demi is so selfless that she always puts others before herself. A lot of the time, I have to convince her to put herself first. If she doesn't, then I have to be the one to do it.

I also know that Demi is stressed beyond belief. She has the Judgment Day, her Wrestlemania match with Charlotte and work in general to worry about. I'm not a wrestler like she is. I have a mundane job that I hate while she gets to do something she loves.

Unfortunately, this means Demi is rarely home. When she is, we make the most of it. Years of powering through it brought us to love one another and we eventually tied the knot.

I couldn't ask for a better wife. Demi is amazing. The sad part is Demi has been struggling lately. The fans have gotten nastier than usual due to Demi getting a tremendous match. I hate this because I don't like seeing my wife get hurt. My job as her spouse is to love her, protect her, and uplift her to the best of my abilities.

From what I can tell from our phone calls, her emotions are all over the place. All I can do is offer words of comfort while my heart breaks for her.

Demi should be coming home soon. I'm lucky since I've missed her a lot. I can't wait to hold her, and kiss her, and talk to her. Getting to cuddle with her and waking up in her arms is what I miss the most. Call me cheesy, but it's because she makes me feel safe. Like nothing can hurt me as long as I'm in her arms.

"Come on, Ryuk." I scooped up the cat and carried him to my room. "We're gonna nap while we wait for Mom."

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A few hours later, I heard the front door open. "Hi babies!" The sound of my wife's voice could be heard as she greeted the dogs. I pulled myself out of bed and trudged out of our room. "Hey, you look tired."

"Speak for yourself, Dem. I just woke up from a nap. You look like you got ran over." She smiled and rolled her eyes at me.

"Yeah, that's part of the after effects of wrestling. I get thrown around and then I look like shit afterward." She took off her coat and hung it up on the hooks beside the door. She grabbed her bags and I followed her to our room. She sat the bags on the floor and removed her hat.

"How have you been with everything going on?" I watched as my question made my wife tense up. That told me everything I needed to know.

"Not bad, just a little stressful. Lots of things going on, you know?" I nodded, not pushing the issue.

"Yeah, I know. This time of year is the roughest for you." I took a step forward and gently grabbed Demi's hand. My other made it's way to her  cheek. Demi placed her free hand onto the small of my back. I looked into the weary eyes that belonged to my wife. "Can I have my kiss now?"

I didn't have to tell Demi twice. Her lips collided with mine. Through this kiss, I can feel that she missed me just as much as I missed her. What was usually gentle and loving kiss, turned into rough and needy. One kiss isn't enough to release the stress she's been burdened with. I've never argued against it because I know physical touch is how Demi grounds herself. This woman may be my protector, but I know I'm the only person she feels safe with. So that's why I felt my heartbeat pick up as Demi let go of my hand to hold me closer, even tighter than before.

"I missed you, my love." We had pulled away after needing to breathe. Gasping for air, Demi rested her forehead against mine. We looked into each other's eyes as I witnessed my wife relax. Slowly but surely, I'm easing her walls down so she can release all of the emotions she's been bottling up for months.

"I know, I've missed you too." I gently kissed her. "I know you're not okay. You can try to lie all you want, but your eyes and that kiss told me everything I need to know. What's wrong? Tell me how I can help." Making sure to be comforting, I kept my tone soft.

I knew I had finally found the magic words to help her walls crumble. Right after I said that, I saw Demi's lip quiver and tears began to fall from her eyes. "I...I...I..." She began to shake and was still trying to hold everything in.

I embraced my wife, and she hugged me back. "Shhhhh, it's ok, babe. I'm here, Demi. Let it all out. Fall apart in my arms." She held me tighter like I was a lifeline and broke down.

"The fans have gotten s-so mean. They won't leave me alone. They get mad when I ask to leave. I-it's too much." Demi said, then cried harder. Her tears soaked my shirt. She buried her face into my shoulder in an attempt to hide from the world.

I rubbed her back and let her cry. I know she needs this and I'm willing to comfort my wife while she takes a minute to be vulnerable. "My poor baby. I'm sorry you have to deal with that."

Soon enough, Demi finished crying, but made no effort to let me go. I didn't attempt to let her go either. I'm determined to be her safe space. Right now she needs the support and I'll do whatever I can to hold her up until she can stand on her own again.

"I'm tired..." She said in a weak voice.

"Do you wanna take a nap?" I felt her nod, so I ushered her into bed. I joined my lovely wife and held her close. "I love you, babe."

"I love you too." She snuggled closer to me and I held her as tight as I could to reassure her that I'm here and everything will be alright.