(Un)Break me - Rhea Ripley x reader

Long way home

a/n: hey babes! how have you been? i miss your comments... tell me what you think of this story so far // also it's ainda crase that i planned it  to be over around the 30th chapter and here we are at 52 because i can't ler go :) anyway hope you enjoy and sorry for not posting the whole angts together 

When you're lost, I'll find the way and I'll be your light

Y/N's POV

A few hours later, the bedroom was scattered with half-packed clothes, which didn't help the fact that you had a lot to do in very little time. Rhea paced back and forth, biting her lip until it turned red.

You reach for her arm in an attempt to make her take a breath.

"Ugh, I don't even. I- I haven't called Triple H, or Jennifer, god she's gonna freak out and Damian must be so worried-"

"Actually," You interrupted her, "I already did that," You hesitated, fearing you may have overstepped. "I'm sorry, I know it was none of my business and maybe-"

Rhea's eyes went wide. Oh no.

" Triple H and Damian just told me to keep them posted, and-and that they're here for whatever you need. Here, I have the messages they sent me." You gave her the phone, stuttering as you spoke. Why did you have to overstep?! You always found a way to fuck things up. "I'm sorry, I-I-I just thought you needed a little less to worry right now and-

Without a word, she stepped into your arms and somehow managed to bury herself in your chest - despite the slight height difference. You held her instinctively. Maybe you didn't fuck everything up?

"Thank you." She whispered, her voice muffled against your shoulder, making relief wash over you. "You didn't have to do any of that." There was a very sutil.. amazement in her tone. Like she found it hard to believe that someone would think that so far ahead for her.

"I know," You brush a strand of hair from her face. "But I wanted to."

You two stayed like that for a little longer. Rhea exhaling slowly and leaning into your hand as her eyes closed like she trusted you enough to rest in this hug, in you. Maybe you would never believe that either, but Rhea did, in fact, trust you with her whole heart.

After that, the air in the room became less dense. Rhea was still a bit lost but overall more functional, though still quiet, she'd adjust things with a kind of absent-minded precision. You noticed how focusing on it was helping her stay afloat.

You slipped the Polaroid of her and her grandma she had in her office in the middle of her clothes like it was the most natural thing.

You finished everything just in time to call an Uber to take you to the airport. Rhea stared blankly out the window during the whole ride. AirPods in her ears. At some point, she reached for your hand and didn't let go until you arrived.

During all the airport procedures, you did most of the talking while she stood beside you. You would occasionally glance at her to check how she was doing. Even in a miserable state (and with her hood covering most of her face), she still looked like the most beautiful being on the planet to you. She was just dimmed, like someone had turned down the light in her.

While you waited in the VIP Lounge, you noticed how she became progressively more restless beside you, her knee bounced up and down. You laid your hand gently on it, asking her how she was doing without the need of saying anything.

"I'm ok." Rhea barely whispered.

"We will be there soon." You squeezed her knee in reassurance.

She didn't answer (not audibly at least), only reaching for your hand and giving you that silent pleading look. You pulled her closer to you on the couch, wrapping your arms around her frame weirdly because of the position. You pray to any and every god that would listen to make Rhea okay again until it was time to board the plane.

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You would be lying if you said you knew what time (or rather what day ) it was when you finally arrived in Adelaide. Both of you were crushed from the flights and the jet lag that had already started to kick in.

When her parents met you at the front door, they looked just as wrecked. You all didn't share many words with each other besides ' hello's ' and ' I'm sorry's ' before you went to sleep.

Rhea led the way to her old room, your hand never leaving hers, she seemed in need of something to remind her that she wasn't drifting through this alone. You felt it in the way her fingers clung a little tighter ever since you walked inside the house.

You held on just as tightly.

Her present and past mixed in her room: the band posters on the walls contrasting with (her own) WWE superstar memorabilia, the trophies scattered in the middle of countless CDs.

That night, Rhea curled into you in her childhood bed, her head on your chest as one of your hands rested on her waist and the other combed through her hair until she fell asleep.

You stayed awake once again. Nothing you weren't used to, though tonight felt different. The weight on your chest felt just a little heavier than it should. For the first time in a while, you found yourself missing the calm nicotine used to bring.

You take deep breaths.

The next morning (a couple hours later, actually), you had breakfast with her family before heading to the place the service would be held. As you approached the kitchen, you could hear them talking quietly, and you had that distinct feeling they were talking about you. Which only intensified when the conversation fell silent once you stepped inside, and all eyes turned toward you. You offered an awkward smile and quickly made your way to Rhea's side, settling close enough that your arms brushed together.

After everyone had finished eating, you stayed back to help Peter with the dishes and some smaller tasks around the house before leaving. Since it was Anna's mother who passed, she was (understandably) overwhelmed with grief, so Peter had taken on the practical responsibilities. You two were in a similar position, hence why offering your help felt like the right thing to do.

You two cleaned in silence until his voice sounded low so only you would hear.

"Demi told us how supportive you have been."

"Yeah... I just didn't want things to be even harder for her, she has enough on her plate as it is." He shared an understanding look.

"Whatever it takes, huh?" A flashback from the first time you met him replayed behind your eyes:

"Take good care of my daughter, will you?" Rhea's dad adds as he hugged you. You nod vigorously at him.

"Whatever it takes to get her whatever she needs, sir" You answer in salute. He laughs at it, finding it funny, although you meant every word. You would burn cities to ashes if Rhea asked you to.

"Whatever it takes." The corners of your lips curl up unconsciously.

"I'm glad she found someone like you." Ok, that's a first. For someone's parents to like you, maybe even trust you. A strange feeling when your own parents didn't seem to enjoy you very much.

"I'm glad I found someone like her too." You answered quietly, meaning it in more ways than you could explain.

Once everything is done, you go back to Rhea's room to finish getting ready before heading to the service. You could see in her unsteady breath how long of a day this would be.

On the way to the, your hand never leaves hers.