Watch the world burn pt. 1

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a/n: jennifer?? rhea the heartbreaker??


The moth to your flame


Y/N's POV

As WrestleMania approaches, you can see that not even all the live event experiences in the world could make your girlfriend less anxious before big PLEs. It proves even further that she's a golden person, wanting to always deliver the best she can. The downside to it, though, is that she'll nearly destroy herself in the process. It is not a secret that she'd have to train harder before the event but it genuinely concerns you when you notice her leg constantly bouncing under the table. Or how frustrated she gets when her workouts go bad.

Besides, it's the first time her family is coming over to see her fight for such an important event, which only adds up to her anxiety pile. And yours too. Thinking about meeting her family is absolutely nerve wracking.

' They already like you.' She'd say.

You didn't have an answer for it so you simply rolled your eyes. How could anyone explain that most parents like their kid's girlfriend only until they actually meet her? Or that you're not exactly known for being likable in real life, and that they only know about you what she tells them?

Anyway, that's a fire you did not want to start now.

"Can I do it? Like, right now?" Rhea's voice pulls you out of your thoughts. You two are currently curled up in bed having just come down from your orgasms.You're not really sure what she's talking about, so by the context you assume she's asking for another round.

"I'm tired baby, maybe when we wake up?" You just came twice and your back is slightly burning from how much she scratched it.

Rhea's been on edge lately so you try to help her through it whether it's through cuddling or sex. She often seems to need the first one more, while it's not a secret you use the latter for your own nervousness.

"No, no! That's not what I meant... I meant if I could reveal...well...us?" She smiles awkwardly. She's so cute, you can't take it.

"Hum, sure?" You hesitate.

"You don't want me to do it." It didn't sound like a question. You can see the gears of insecurity shifting inside of her so you make sure to fix it.

"Oh baby I do! I'd love to if that's what you want. But...are you sure it's ok?" Messing things up for her because of a careless decision before something so important as WM39 against her archnemesis is the last thing you want to do. Besides that, there are some buried (yet not forgotten) demons in your head that make you unsure about this whole idea. Your mom, and your family, is not keen on seeing you dating women, let alone a famous one that your mother has made it clear she doesn't approve of. You're aware you are an adult and shouldn't be bothered by these things, but it's that deep-seated and subconscious desire to always please your mom - nevertheless, you know it is impossible - speaking. Not only that, the fact that from experience, you have a reputation of being publicly disliked, pops in your head again.

"I am! Triple H didn't let me do it on television because it didn't really fit the storyline but both him and my lawyer told me there's no legal restraints on us dating publicly now that you don't work in the agency anymore. So yeah, all good... and I wanted to do it before WrestleMania because not only would it keep the buzz up, but also how could I thank the support from my gorgeous girlfriend when I win if no one knows who you are-" Rhea practically vomited the words on you. You take a moment to process them. Despite it being so cheesy you actually feel like melting, redness floods your cheeks. You will never get tired of hearing Rhea call you her (gorgeous) girlfriend.

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