(Un)Break me - Rhea Ripley x reader

Family time

a/n: heyyy babess, im so sorry it took so long for me to update again, i was sick (phisically) and mentally too (i mean, of course, your hoe is depressed af but it gets a bit worse when the ppl that ruined your life make a comeback) but i think it all should be better also next week is my bday which makes me notice ive been writing this fanfic for over a year now wow. ANYWAY ENJOY THE CHAPTER MY LOVES

Manners and trauma

Y/N's POV

Later that evening, you and Rhea decided to have late dinner with her family since their jetlag hasn't kicked in yet. Besides, the wrestler was so bubbly (both from happiness and anxiety) it's not like she'd be able to sleep anytime soon.

And you were never the one to have problems staying up late, anyway.

Rhea could barely hold herself so went to meet them downstairs at the hotel while you showered. As the silence made itself more noticeable, so did your thoughts.

You often don't understand when people say they have a good relationship with their families (they can only be lying, right?), which forms a paradox in your head because you know that Rhea isn't lying about it. Not only that, from the way they flew across the globe to see her, it seems mutual.

Despite being happy for her, you can't keep the bad feelings from surfacing. The slight envy and bitterness that come are inevitable. You're ashamed to even admit it to yourself, though it shouldn't come as a surprise. Pathetic . You roll your eyes.

Suck it up, Y/N.

The best you can do is ignore them and plaster a smile on your face. Even if the wires that pull at it tweak, you know it's not noticeable. You have a whole life of 'etiquette training' thanks to your mom. Your mom only passed two things onto you: manners and trauma. Smile, Y/N, don't forget the smile, people like people who smile. The wires pulled a little more as her words sounded through your head.

Not only that, family gatherings make you nervous because it puts a few contradicting subjects on the same plate:

functional families and the fact that yours simply didn't function at all. meeting new people and having to meet their expectations (or crash them)

Yay.

Downing the small whiskey bottle from the minibar in one gulp for some liquid courage, you look at yourself in the mirror for the millionth time: oversized band t-shirt with an even more oversized shirt on top, your chunky boots and your inseparable heavy chain necklaces. Space buns up in your head.

You grab the bags and reach for the door.

"Jesus fuck" You jump, not expecting to see Rhea there when you opened it. Her laughter fills the atmosphere.

"Payback is a bitch, baby." She winks and kisses you. Of course she wouldn't let it slide. You punch her arm softly.

"What are you doing here?" You look at her questioningly as she searches through the room.

"Forgot my phone." When she turns back, she finally notices the many bags you're carrying. "What's all this?"

"You didn't think I'd meet your family for the first time and not bring gifts, right?" Rhea doesn't reply so your insecurities pop up once more. "What? Is there something-" She interrupted you with a bone crushing hug, to which you squeal in response, not being able to hug her back properly because of the many bags.

Either way, the weight of her hands on your waist is impossible to ignore. You love how it feels. And by the way Rhea always rests them there, you could tell she likes it too.