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itsrheasgirl · 2 years ago

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PREQUEL - DON’T LIE TO ME.

Prequel for The Forbidden Love series.

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You and Liv have a huge argument about Rhea, Liv accuses you of something happening between you and Rhea Ripley and a argument breaks out when you denies what Liv believes to be the truth.

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Liv is in love with the reader but hasn’t told them.

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fem!reader - liv x reader.

mentions of Rhea Ripley.

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@rheasbaee @you-got-me-star-lost-16 @innagnv @bittersweetastoria @chillinbri @call-me-a-simp @sithfar @rooskaya-yelena

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“How do I look?”

Pulling your gaze from your own reflection in the full length mirror, you catch sight of Liv as she span around in a glimmer of lilac and sparkles. Her blonde curls bounced around her shoulders as she shimmied them playfully, her glossed lips curving into a soft grin.

You hadn’t expected to be attending the Hall of Fame induction ceremony when Liv invited you to Los Angeles for Wrestlemania thirty nine. You hadn’t expected to attend the event at all if you were honest but when your best friend had text you about a trip together, you’d jumped on the idea. It had been months since you’d been able to spend time with Liv.

“Well...?”

You turn on your nude pumps, giving the bubble ball of energy before you the up and down. Bringing a singular finger up to tap against your chin, you crinkle your nose and raise a brow.

“Hmmm…”

You watch as Liv’s features fall slightly, the brightness behind her eyes fading as you shook your head gently and moved over to Liv’s side before wrapping your arm around her with a soft giggle.

“I’m kidding, you look great.”

Jabbing her elbow into your side, Liv rolled her eyes playfully and stuck out her tongue. Winding her forearms around your waist, the tiny blonde pulled you close again before nuzzling into your side.

“Don’t look to bad yourself.”

The flat of Liv’s palm clapped down against your perked asscheek before she scurried away to go admire herself in the mirror, a small yelp parting your lips as you playfully swatted after her.

“Ouch.”

You huffed, your lips curving into a coy grin as you rolled your eyes and rubbed your palm against your ass. The spank from the petite female hadn’t hurt, a playful tap at most but you couldn’t help but laugh as Liv kept one watchful eye on you in the mirror’s reflection. Liv knew revenge was coming.

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The room began to fill with cheers of support and admiration as Rey Mysterio began his walk, the ring welcoming him at the end. Being initiated into the Hall of Fame was a proud moment for the Mysterio family and yet something seemed off. Your gaze panned the room as the masses rose to their feet, palms clapping in a tremendous harmony of noise for the leader of the LWO. Your eyes continued to scan the sea of proud people as Rey took the his place in the center of the ring, the crowd returning to their seats as he opened his mouth to speak.

This was definitely an odd place for you to be, surrounded by some of the WWE’s finest as you sat perfectly still. You didn’t really know what you were supposed to do, the rivalry between Dominik and his father was something you and Liv had spoken of earlier that night and no one knew what to expect tonight. You could see Dom as he sat several rows ahead of you, his scripted girlfriend Rhea Ripley sat beside him. You’d expected her to be there, when the camera was on they never left each others side. But it still made your stomach churn with nerves.

You’d been introduced to Rhea before the darkness of the judgement day had taken over and you’d immediately found yourself terrified of her presence. Not because she actually scared you, but because of how she’d made you feel.

Exhaling a shallow breath as to not alert anyone’s attention, you place your palms in your lap. Your thumbs twiddling over each other as you tried your best to focus. You didn’t even realize you’d be staring at her as she whispered sweet nothings into Dom’s ear until she’d turned to look back towards where you sat alongside Liv, her glistening crystal ocean eyes locking with yours for only a brief second. She smiled, her perfectly glossed lips twitching upwards for only a second before your vision is impaired by Liv blocking your gaze.

“You okay?”

Her question startled you— were you making a face? Your features showing signs of confusion as you spoke.

“Uh.. yeah, fine. Why?”

Liv’s slender fingers wrapped slowly around your own and it wasn’t till she was pulling your palms apart that you realized, you’d been gripping your fingers together so tight that you’d punctured several holes into the top of you hand with your fingernails.

You swallow nervously, shaking off the fact you’d made accidental eye contact with Rhea and turn slightly to look at Liv head on. Her brows were furrowed in confusion, her gaze flitting over in the direction you’d been looking and back.

You needed to change the subject, get Liv’s mind onto anything else so she wouldn’t start asking more questions and what better way than to make it about Dom, he was sat right beside Rhea after all. You could have quite easily been looking at him.

Liv’s gaze had returned to the back of Rhea’s head, her brow furrow deepening as the cogs began to turn. You knew when Liv was over thinking something, she made a face and you’d become very skilled in shutting down her thought process in the many years you’d know each other.

“Do you think they’ll cause a scene?”

Liv’s gaze returned to you as a content grin claimed your lips, as easy as that you thought to yourself as her shoulders shrugged gently. A soft giggle parting her lips as she leaned in closer so she only had to whisper for you to hear.

“I don’t know, I mean maybe. Wouldn’t you? Add a little drama to the weekend. How exciting.”

You do your best to stifle your laugh as it shot from your throat, your palm shooting up to catch your mouth attempting to stop sound from coming out.

“Don’t be so mean, she’d probably feel terrible doing it.”

“She?”

You immediately feel a lump in your throat as you let what you’d just said sink in, quickly you cough to clear it.

“Oh my god, did I say she. I meant he, Dom. It is his dad after all.”

Liv’s forearms cross over her chest, slumping back in her chair as she raised her shoulders in a shrug. Her happy go lucky expression falling as she shifted to face her gaze forward with a soft pout.

“Just thought it would be funny.”

You couldn’t tell which emotion struck Liv in such a manner but it was clear she didn’t want to talk about it any more either way. Turning your gaze forward— in just enough time to see Dom, Rhea and Damian stand, you grasp tightly at Liv’s hand without thinking. Liv’s fingers wind with your own as you simply watch the three members of The Judgement Day begin to walk up the length of the red carpet, your gaze moving between each of them until your eyes locked with Rhea’s. She shoots you a soft wink as she walked past you and Liv, your cheeks flushing a soft crimson as you pulled your palm free from Liv’s to place it in your lap. You don’t notice as Liv turns to watch The Judgement Day leave, her gaze fixated on Rhea as she disappeared.

You avoid eye contact with Liv as Rey’s speech starts up again and the night could continue, the tightness in your chest making you focus more on your breathing than the actions of your best friend. You needed to bring your heart rate down and to cool yourself off, the color in your cheeks would have to drain as the night progressed on. Right?

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The door beeped softly as it unlocked, your palm pushing it open so that Liv can slide past you before following her inside. She’d been very quiet, too quiet in fact and you were beginning to worry, she had barely said two words since leaving the arena and you could tell something was wrong.

“You wanna open the bottle of white in the fridge?

You had already takes off the nude pumps that made your calf look great, desperate for relief from the pain they caused. Your nimble fingers already fumbling with the zipper of your dress to release your torso from its binding fit.

Liv was sat on the edge of her bed facing away from you, her lilac hat tossed onto her bed as she sat in silence. Something was definitely wrong but why was Liv being so quiet? Throwing on the loose shorts and cropped tank you had left on your bed from the morning, you move over to Liv’s bed slowly.

“Hey. What’s going on?”

You gently place your palm down onto Liv’s shoulder, a small gasp parting your lips as she swiftly slaps your hand away. Your palm clutching to your chest, you take a small step back.

“What the hell, Liv.”

She doesn’t look up, she doesn’t even move as her voice echos in the air. Your stomach churning with nerves because of Liv’s tone. She was never this short with you.

“I need you to tell me something and I need it to be the truth, do not lie to me.”

Lie to her. What could you lie to her about? What was on Liv’s mind right now that she even thought you would lie?

Remaining in place as you fidgeted with the hem of your top, you inhale a small breathe. You tried to think back to what triggered Liv’s rage— was it shutting down her idea of a little bit of weekend drama? Releasing the fabric that twitched between your fingers, you inhale another shallow breath before you spoke.

“I’d never lie to you, Livv—.”

She cuts you off mid sentence, bolting up right on her petite legs and turning to face you.

“What is going on with you and Rhea?”

Your brow furrows in confusion at the tiny blondes question, your mouth gaping slightly as you stammered over your words.

“Me and… what.. me and Rhea?”

Your forearms crossed over you abdomen as you took a step towards your best friend, one palm extending out to try and take her hand in your own.

“Nothing, Liv.”

You manage to grab her palm, but only for a brief second as she yanks it free to cross over her chest.

“There’s nothing going on with me and Rhea. What are you talking about?”

This made no sense, what was Liv even talking about. Ever since arriving in Los Angeles you hadn’t left her side. Not once and all of a sudden she was accusing you of things that were nothing but friendly exchanges between you and the fellow female.

“I said don’t lie tO ME!”

Liv’s voice raised as she took a step in your direction, your own frame stepping back to keep the distance between you. She never shouted— not around you, confutation played havoc with your anxiety.

“I’m not.”

You stated, your facial expressions become more and more perplexed as Liv continued to provoke you.

A sharp scoff vibrated from the tiny females throat as she rolled her eyes aggressively, another large step forward closing the distance as Liv stood toe to toe with you. Her glimmering eyes were dark like midnight, her usual angelic smile masked by a corse line as she shoved your finger against your chest.

“Like I believe you. I saw it, with my own eyes.”

Saw what?

“What are you talking about?”

You questioned, placing both of your palms down on Liv’s shoulders. You were able to get in a few gentle strokes of your thumbs against her skin before she brings her forearms up in between yours to push them away, her palms shoving against your chest to push you backwards.

“You’re going to act as if I didn’t see you two, with your flirty glances…”

Liv’s nostrils flared, her palms shoving against you again with a little more force.

“The way you tried to change the subject to keep me distracted…”

Again, her palms shoved against your chest repeatedly until your spine collided with the dresser by the door. Both her palms locking round it’s ledge as she held you still, not giving you space to move or get away.

“And that wink, was I supposed to just pretend that didn’t happen.”

You swallowed nervously, your spine pressing into the wood as Liv stood directly in front of you. There had to be a way you could get away, yes— Liv was shorter than you, but she was stronger. Much stronger and you wouldn’t stand a chance if this got physical.

“Liv it didn’t mean anything, it was just Rhea being Rhea. I promise, there is nothing going on.”

Liv scoffed, slamming her palm down against the dresser.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

You flinched, your entire demeanor shifting as you stood motionless. Why was Liv getting so worked up over something she’d created in her head. There was no need for any of this.

“I said don’t lie to me.”

She snapped.

“I said don’t lie and yet you did, over and over.”

Her palms slammed at the dresser ledge repeatedly.

“How could you do this to me? You’re MY best friend, you’re supposed to be here with me! ME! Not flirting with HER!”

You still didn’t understand. Whenever you got to see Liv it was always all about her, you did what she wanted to do. Attended events she wanted to attend. Hung out with who she wanted to hang out with. It was her that had introduced you to Rhea in the first place, what had she expected. That you wouldn’t form friendships with her work colleagues?

“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

Tears began to prickle behind your lids as Liv’s rage grew, she never spoke to you like this. Even when you were younger, arguments didn’t happen. What had changed?

“Liv.”

You choked out, a few stray tears cresting and breaking to trickle down your cheeks. You remained perfectly still as you played over the ways you could deescalate the situation, you needed to say the right thing to calm the little spitfire.

“Livvy, this is all in your head.”

You regret your words instantly, the demonic fire that burned behind Liv’s gaze erupted as her palm left it’s tight grasp on the dresser to strike. You were swift— ducking yourself out of the free space that opened up in enough time to avoid the flat of Liv’s palm, her fingers swatting at the air in front of her.

Your expression morphs into shock and fear as you back away towards the door, fumbling with the handle to get it open. Your palms were sweaty and your chest tight as you struggled with the door handle, a steady stream of tears breaking over your under eyes as you kept your gaze on Liv.

She hadn’t moved, one fist gripping tightly at the dresser as her other palm smoothed over her face. Her features had fallen, her breath was heavy and you could tell she was regretting her actions. What if she’d actually hit you?

The door handle finally cranked all the way down, without moving to far back into the room you pull open the door and slip out into the hallway. You don’t even bother closing the door as you stumble down the hallway, the image of Liv’s attempted slap playing over and over in your head. She couldn’t have meant it, she was angry. Liv wouldn’t hurt you.

Your palms began to tremor as you just kept walking, you didn’t even look back towards your room. Tears still cascading down your cheeks faster than you could wipe them away, the loose curls that fell from your messy bun sticking to your skin. You needed somewhere to go, you couldn’t go back in to your room. Not with the amount of rage Liv had just displayed.

You knew which room you needed to go to, as stupid as it was there was only one answer. The one person that had caused all the drama without even realizing it, the one person who wouldn’t harass you for answers to why you were so upset. The one person you needed to see.

The hallway seemed to stretch on for miles, the distance between your room and Rhea’s was minimal and yet it felt like you’d been walking for hours. She might not even be awake, you thought to yourself as room six fifteen came into view.

But there was only one way to find out.

Part 1

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