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Between The Ropes… a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 10: Intensity

Themes Warning: S*x described.

Damian sat on the couch in the living room of the suite, a half-empty bottle of water resting on his knee, his mind drifting as he stared blankly at the TV. The tension in the air was suffocating, his thoughts circling the chaos that had unfolded in the last few days. He was loyal to Rhea, no matter how deep this mess ran. But he couldn't deny how heavy it all felt now—Jey, Rhea, the push, everything. He leaned forward, running a hand over his face.

The door creaked open, pulling Damian out of his thoughts. His head snapped toward the entrance as Jey and Rhea walked in together, side by side. There was something different about them—something raw and unsettled, like they’d crossed an invisible line. Jey’s hand hovered at Rhea’s lower back, almost protective, and the air between them crackled with unresolved tension.

Rhea’s eyes flickered to Damian, and she took a breath before speaking. “I know it was you,” she said, her voice low but steady. “I know you told Hunter everything.”

Jey’s jaw clenched beside her, but he didn’t say anything, his gaze fixated on the floor as if grounding himself for what was to come.

Damian nodded, his expression unreadable as he set the water bottle aside. “I did,” he admitted. “I couldn’t sit by and say nothing anymore. You deserve better than this mess.”

Rhea’s lips pressed together for a moment before softening. “I… I want to thank you for saying something.” Her words were genuine, and Damian could see the turmoil behind her eyes—the storm of emotions she was barely keeping at bay. “If you hadn’t, maybe we wouldn’t have gotten to this point.”

Jey shifted uncomfortably, but his hand didn’t move from Rhea’s back. Damian noticed, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he exhaled slowly and gave Rhea a small nod.

“I’ve always got your back, Rhea. You know that.” His voice was firm, solidifying his loyalty to her above anything else.

Jey finally looked up, his eyes meeting Damian’s with a tension that hadn’t quite dissipated. “We’re gonna talk about our future,” Jey said, his voice rough, like the words had been scraped out of him. “Figure out what we’re doing… with everything.”

The weight of what he didn’t say hung in the air like a cloud—Her marriage, his marriage, the choices they would both have to make.

Damian studied them for a moment, taking in the gravity of the situation. His loyalty was pledged to Rhea, but he could see this was a conversation he didn’t need to be present for.

He sighed and stood up, grabbing his jacket from the arm of the chair. “I’ll leave you two to it,” Damian said, shrugging his jacket on. “I’ll spend the night with Kayden. You both need the space.”

Rhea’s eyes softened with gratitude, and she gave Damian a nod. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jey said nothing, but Damian didn’t expect him to. He knew the mess between Jey and Rhea ran deeper than anything he could untangle.

With a final glance at the both of them, Damian headed for the door, his heavy footsteps fading away into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind him, and silence fell over the room.

For a moment, neither Jey nor Rhea moved. They stood there, inches apart, the weight of everything pressing down on them like a tidal wave. Jey’s eyes flicked to hers, searching her face for something—anything—that might tell him what she was thinking.

Rhea’s gaze met his, and for a long, agonizing moment, neither of them said a word. The silence was thick with all the things they couldn’t say, with all the emotions that had been simmering between them for months.

They stared at each other, the unspoken tension pulling them closer, even though they were both too afraid to cross that line again. The room felt electric, every breath, every heartbeat loud in the stillness.

Jey’s hand twitched at his side like he was aching to reach for her, to pull her into his arms again and erase everything that had come between them. Rhea could feel it, too. Her body was drawn to him, despite everything—despite the chaos, the mess, the fear of what came next.

Her breath caught in her throat as Jey took a hesitant step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. Neither of them knew what to say. Words wouldn’t be enough to untangle the mess they were in. All they had was this moment, standing on the edge of a decision that could change everything.

They were stuck between the truth and their emotions—between everything they wanted and everything they knew they shouldn’t.

Jey stepped closer, his breath mixing with hers as he leaned in, his forehead almost resting against hers. They were so close, their bodies practically buzzing with the tension that had been building since the moment they’d walked in.

“Ask me again…” Jey murmured, his voice barely audible.

Rhea’s heart pounded in her chest, her lips trembling as she stared up at him. “Make love to me Joshua…” she whispered back.

The raw, urgent plea in her voice cut through the air, and Jey's eyes darkened with a blend of desire and vulnerability. He stepped toward her, his expression a tumultuous storm of longing and regret. With a decisive movement, he pulled her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly. The weight of her body against his felt like a promise—a promise of what they both craved, but could not yet fully grasp.

He carried her to the bedroom, his strides purposeful, each step heavy with anticipation.

Rhea's arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her breath warm against his skin. She clung to him as if he were the only anchor in a storm-tossed sea.

Jey set her down on the bed with a tenderness that belied the intensity of his feelings. He looked at her with a mix of desperation and reverence, his hands moving to undress her.

Each layer of clothing except for their underwear that fell away seemed to shed not just fabric but also the walls they had built around their hearts.

Their kisses were a clash of need and desire.

Jey's lips devoured hers, his tongue exploring with a hunger that matched the fire in her eyes.

Rhea's moans were muffled against his mouth, her hands gripping him with a fierce intensity.

Each touch, each kiss was a declaration of the raw, unfiltered passion that had been simmering between them.

Jey's hands explored every inch of her body, his touch rough yet tender, as if he were trying to memorize her with his skin. Rhea's breath came in gasps, her body arching into his touch, every sensation amplified by the urgency of their connection. He pushed her legs open as his tongue did the dance of the alphabet. Rhea let out moans of ecstasy as she looked at him, he didn’t stop and he grabbed her breasts as he shoved his tongue into her. Rhea couldn’t control how much she moaned… After what felt like forever, Jey came up and he kissed her again, Rhea immediately tasting herself.

“I want to take care of you…” Jey said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Prove it to me..” Rhea said, her voice gasping for air. Jey kissed her while he managed to pull down his briefs and pull out his very lengthy manhood. Rhea felt him rubbing up against her and she scooted more up onto the bed so he could position himself better, all the while not breaking the passionate kiss. Once Jey’s feet were not on the bed he entered her and that’s when Rhea broke the kiss for a gasp, she still could never get use to how big he was. Jey took a deep breath in, the way Rhea felt… her downstairs was like heroin and he was an addict.

Rhea’s legs relaxed and opened a bit more as Jey thrusted, deeper but slower, he wanted her to feel every inch.

“I love you so much..” Rhea moaned.

“I love you even more…” Jey replied, his thrusts now become a bit fast pace but still keeping the sensuality.

“I want you to have my baby..” Jey told her. Rhea lost in the sexual intensity told him, “I wanna have your baby..”

After 20 minutes their movements became urgent, a frantic dance of bodies pressed together. Each thrust, each gasp was an expression of the depth of their need. They moved together with a raw intensity that left them both breathless, their physical connection a manifestation of their emotional tumult.

Jey lifted up Rhea as he thrusted into her, their gaze meeting instantly, Rhea knew he was about to climax, this was always his favorite position and thankfully she was almost there too.

“I think…. Fuck I think…” Rhea could barely muster out a sentence.

“Cum’ for me baby… let your body go..” Jey said as held a grip on her waist, Rhea tightened and she cried out for Jey.

Jey feeling her grip couldn’t control it anymore and he let out a moan as he came deep inside of her. Jey slowly let her down and pulled out of her. Rhea kissed his head as he collapsed on her, the sweat dripping on her…

There was no room for anything but the overwhelming connection they shared. The intensity of their climax was a culmination of all their desires, fears, and unspoken words. The room was quiet, the aftermath of their intense passion leaving a stillness that hung in the air like a lingering fog. Rhea had fallen asleep, her chest rising and falling softly under the tangled sheets, her body exhausted from the day’s emotional and physical toll. Jey had managed to sit himself on the edge of the bed, his mind far from quiet. He glanced at Rhea, feeling the weight of everything they’d been through bearing down on him, yet the tenderness in his gaze remained. He glanced at the clock, 8:24 P.M, had he really been awake this whole time?

He slowly stood up, pulling his shirt back over his head, trying not to disturb her, he slipped into his joggers and pulled on his socks. His movements were careful, almost mechanical, as though he was afraid that any sudden action might shatter whatever fragile peace they’d found in each other. With Rhea now sleeping, Jey needed space, some distance to process the whirlwind of emotions churning inside him.

As he walked toward the balcony, he heard a knock at the suite door. His heart skipped a beat. Who would be knocking that hard?

Jey froze mid-step, his eyes darting to the door. A second knock followed, softer but insistent. He quickly looked back at Rhea down the hallway, still asleep, before moving cautiously toward the door. Peering through the peephole, he saw… nothing. No one stood on the other side. His confusion grew, and instinctively, he glanced down the hall through the narrow gap between the door and the frame.

Nothing.

But when his eyes shifted downward, he saw it—an envelope. Manila, plain, with no markings other than a handwritten name on the front.

His name.

Jey stepped out into the hallway, scanning both directions, but the halls were empty. He grabbed the envelope, glancing around once more, then quickly shut the door behind him.

Curiosity and suspicion clawed at his chest as he walked back into the suite, the weight of the envelope heavy in his hands. Sitting down on the arm of the sofa, he tore open the flap. A note fell out first, neatly folded. He unfolded it, his brows knitting together as he read the brief message.

“Forgot to give you two this. - Hunter"

Hunter? Jey blinked, feeling a surge of unease. What could he have possibly sent them? With a deep breath, Jey reached inside the envelope again and pulled out a piece of glossy paper. No, not just a piece of paper—a sonogram.

Jey’s heart stopped.

It was her sonogram. Their baby.

His eyes stayed glued to the grainy black-and-white image of the tiny life growing inside her, the blurred outline of their child unmistakable. The world around him seemed to spin, and Jey felt his breath catch in his throat. His fingers trembled slightly as he clutched the sonogram, the weight of the moment crashing down on him like a tidal wave.

For a long moment, he just stared, his mind struggling to comprehend the enormity of it all. The baby wasn’t just some distant idea anymore. It wasn’t something he could rationalize away or avoid thinking about. It was real. There, in his hands.

He glanced back toward the bedroom where Rhea slept peacefully, unaware of the revelation that had just landed in their lap. Her words echoed in his mind, her uncertainty, her fear. The conversation they’d had about abortion lingered in his head, twisting his thoughts into knots.

Was he ready for this? Was she? Could they really bring a child into this fractured, complicated mess of a situation?

Jey needed air. Desperately. Without another thought, he slid open the balcony door and stepped outside. The night air hit his skin like a shock, momentarily clearing his head. He walked to the lounger chair and sank down into it, still holding the sonogram in his hands.

Staring out at the Portland skyline, Jey felt his chest tighten. He hadn’t anticipated this—this level of responsibility, this level of commitment, and yet… it was happening. It was all happening so fast. The love he felt for Rhea was undeniable, but what did that love mean now? How did it change everything they had already risked?

The sky was dark, the city lights twinkling in the distance like stars, but Jey couldn’t focus on anything but the image of his child. Their child. His mind raced, flipping through memories—Takecia, his boys, the family he swore to protect. But this child was part of him, too. A part of Rhea. And that reality terrified him in ways he couldn’t quite explain.

He gripped the sonogram tighter, wondering how they could possibly navigate this. Rhea had asked him what to do. She had asked him if he could hate her for wanting to abort the baby. In that moment, he hadn’t been able to find the right words. Now, holding this fragile piece of evidence in his hand, he knew one thing for certain.

He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose this child, no matter how terrified he was. But would she feel the same?

His mind raced with thoughts of how to approach her, how to talk to her, how to convince her that maybe, just maybe, they could figure this out. But deep down, the uncertainty gnawed at him. What if she still wanted out? What if this was all too much for her?

The night air felt heavier now, pressing down on him as his thoughts drifted away from Rhea and toward Takecia. He hadn’t let himself really think about her—about their life together—in a long time. Not since all this with Rhea started. But now, sitting there with the image of a new life in his hand, memories of his old life flooded in.

He could still remember the first time he saw Takecia in high school. She was standing by the lockers, laughing with a group of friends, and something about the sound of her laugh caught his attention. It was carefree, full of life. She had that way about her, drawing people in without even trying. He’d been shy back then, unsure of himself in a way he hadn’t felt in years. But with her, everything had just clicked.

They dated through the ups and downs of high school, through football games and prom nights, through family gatherings and shared dreams of what life could be. Jey had fallen hard, the way only a teenager can fall in love, thinking that nothing would ever change. When he’d put that ring on her finger in 2015, standing at the altar in front of all their friends and family, he’d felt like he was on top of the world. Like they could take on anything together. She’d looked so beautiful that day, her smile so wide it lit up the entire room.

He swallowed hard, his throat tightening as he remembered the birth of their first child. That moment when he’d held his son for the first time, the rush of love that had hit him like a freight train. He hadn’t known he could love anyone the way he loved his kids. The pride, the protectiveness. The way that little boy had made him want to be better, do better.

And then came their second born. Jey had thought his heart was already full, but when he held that tiny bundle in his arms, his heart had somehow grown even more. He’d promised himself, and Takecia, that he would always be there for them. That they would always come first.

But now… now everything was so complicated. He loved his kids. That would never change. They were his world, his blood, his legacy. But Takecia? Somewhere along the way, they’d lost something. Or maybe he had. His heart wasn’t in it anymore. Not like it used to be. He cared for her, respected her, but he wasn’t in love with her anymore.

Not the way he was with Rhea.

The guilt twisted in his gut as he thought about how long he had been lying to himself, to her. Every time he went home to his family, he felt the weight of the lie growing heavier. The secret he kept from her was like a wall between them, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t tear it down. He’d made a commitment, a promise, but what was the point of staying if his heart was no longer there?

The sonogram in his hand felt like a ticking time bomb. What would happen when the truth came out? What would Takecia say when she found out about the baby? About him and Rhea? Would it destroy everything they had built, or would she already have known deep down that something was wrong?

Jey leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands running through his hair. His mind flashed to his kids again—their laughter, their smiles, the way they looked at him like he was their hero. He wasn’t ready to lose that, but could he really keep living this double life?

And what about Rhea? She was carrying his child now. The thought shook him to his core. Could he really ask her to keep the baby while he still had one foot in his old life? Could he tear himself away from Takecia and still be a good father to the children they shared?

He let out a deep sigh, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. The sonogram stared back at him, a silent reminder that time was running out to make a choice.

—

Takecia, Jon and Trinity were all in the living room as their kids were up in the game room making all the noise they could make. Takecia had invited them to stay over with her so she wouldn’t feel alone in the house but when the topic shifted on Jey, she asked Jon if anything had been bothering him but of course… Jon had to lie.

Takecia leaned back into the cushions of the couch, her drink resting on the coffee table, her eyes fixed on Jonathan. The tension in the room had been building ever since she brought up Jey, and she wasn’t about to let it slide. Not this time. Something had been eating away at her, gnawing at her gut for weeks now, and it all pointed to Jey’s recent behavior. His distance. His strange, unexplained absences. She had to know what was going on.

“So,” she began, her voice calm but with an edge, “you’re really gonna sit here and tell me everything’s fine? That nothing’s going on with Jey?” She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing at Jonathan. “Come on, Jon. You’re his brother. If anyone knows what’s up, it’s you.”

Jonathan stiffened immediately, his shoulders tensing as he glanced at Trinity, who was watching the exchange closely. His hands gripped his drink tighter, and he forced a chuckle that didn’t quite land.

“Takecia, I already told you,” he said, his voice a little too defensive, “Jey’s just busy. You know how it is with the schedule, the shows. He is just worried that maybe he won’t get this title belt after all yaknow? He’s fine.”

But Takecia wasn’t buying it. She could feel the discomfort radiating off Jonathan, and it only made her press harder. “Busy? Jon, he’s always been busy. He has spoken with me about not being able to be a singles champion. That’s not new. But this—this is different, and you know it.” She crossed her arms, staring him down. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Jonathan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes darting to Trinity again, as if silently pleading for help. But Trinity stayed silent, her expression unreadable as she watched her husband squirm under Takecia’s gaze.

“Look,” Jonathan said, his voice tightening, “I don’t know what you want me to say. Jey’s… he’s got a lot on his plate right now, alright? But it’s not my place to get into it.”

Takecia’s eyes narrowed even more. “Not your place?” she echoed, her tone incredulous. “Jon, I’m his wife and the mother of his kids. If something’s going on, I need to know. Why are you being so secretive?”

Jonathan’s discomfort quickly turned into defensiveness. “I’m not being secretive!” he snapped, sitting up straighter. “I’m just telling you what I know. Jey’s got his own shit to deal with, and maybe you need to talk to him about it, not me.”

Takecia’s jaw clenched, and she leaned forward, her eyes locked on Jonathan. “I have tried talking to him,” she said, her voice low but intense. “But he keeps shutting me out. That’s why I’m asking you. Don’t you think I deserve to know what’s going on?”

Jonathan looked like he was ready to bolt, his leg bouncing anxiously as he avoided eye contact. “Look, I get it, okay? But I’m not gonna betray my brother’s trust. If he’s not talking to you, that’s between you two. It’s not my place to get in the middle of it.”

Takecia’s frustration boiled over, her hands gripping the edge of the couch. “You’re already in the middle of it, Jon! You’ve been acting weird ever since he left. You know something, and I can tell you’re holding back. So stop with the bullshit and just tell me the truth!”

Jonathan’s face hardened, his defensiveness kicking into high gear. “You think this is easy for me? I’m trying to protect my brother, alright? I don’t want to get involved in your marriage issues. That’s not what this is about!”

Trinity, who had been quietly observing the exchange, finally spoke up, her voice calm but firm. “Jon, you’re doing a terrible job of hiding whatever it is. If you don’t come clean, this is only going to get worse.”

Jonathan shot her a look, exasperated. “Trin, don’t—”

“No, Jon,” she interrupted, her voice steady. “Takecia deserves to know if something’s going on with Jey. You can’t keep covering for him forever.”

Jonathan ran a hand through his hair, frustration mounting. He was caught, and he knew it. But he wasn’t ready to give in just yet. “I’m not covering for him!” he insisted, though even he didn’t sound convinced anymore. “I’m just—he’s got to figure this out on his own, okay?”

Takecia’s eyes burned with frustration and hurt. She could see that Jonathan was dodging, deflecting, doing everything he could to protect Jey, but in doing so, he was leaving her in the dark. And that was something she couldn’t accept.

“Jon,” she said, her voice softer now but no less intense, “I’m not asking for all the details. I just need to know if something’s seriously wrong. I need to know if my marriage is in trouble.”

Jonathan let out a heavy sigh, his defenses crumbling just a little as he looked between his wife and Takecia. “I don’t know, T,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what’s going on in his head. But whatever it is, it’s weighing on him. I’m not saying it’s nothing… but you need to talk to Jey. He’s the only one who can give you the answers.”

Takecia sat back, the weight of his words sinking in. She knew Jonathan wasn’t telling her everything, but at least now she had a sliver of truth to hold onto… or did she? Something was wrong with Jey, and whatever it was, it was bigger than she had thought. She didn’t know how she was going to get through to Jey, but one thing was certain—she wasn’t going to stop until she had the answers she deserved.

Takecia’s frustration grew palpable, her fingers gripping her glass so tightly it was as if she were trying to crush it. “I told Solofa to use his connections and stop that storyline with Jey and that Rhea Ripley bitch. I just don’t trust it. I don’t like it at all.”

Jonathan sighed heavily, his patience wearing thin. “It looks like they’re moving forward with it, Takecia. There’s not much we can do now.”

Takecia’s eyes flashed with anger. “Moving forward? Jey has never been involved in any romantic storyline before. Why start now, and why with her? This is exactly how things start going wrong.”

Jonathan attempted to calm her. “It’s not a romance; it’s more of an alliance with Rhea and Damian Priest’s team. It’s part of The Judgment Day angle. They’re just playing it up for TV.”

Takecia’s disbelief was palpable. “An alliance huh? Just look at Edge and Lita. That wasn’t supposed to be a storyline; it was a mess that started when Matt Hardy was injured. It became something real and ruined lives. And don’t forget Chris Benoit and Nancy. That started as a storyline and turned into a real affair. I don’t want Jey to get dragged into that kind of mess.”

Jonathan tried to assure her. “I understand your concerns, but this situation is different. Jey’s role is just part of the show. It’s not supposed to turn into anything more.”

Takecia’s face reddened with anger and worry. “I don’t buy it. Jey has never been part of any romantic angle. Why the sudden change? I’m not convinced this won’t end badly.”

Jonathan suggested, “Have you checked Jey’s social media recently? It could give you more insight into the storyline.”

Takecia’s expression shifted to one of sudden realization. “Social media? I haven’t looked at it in ages. Ever since the WWE PR Team took over the accounts, I didn’t feel the need to check.”

Trinity, who had been observing quietly, added, “Actually, Takecia, the WWE PR Team stopped managing the wrestlers’ social media accounts a few months ago. The wrestlers are handling their own posts now.”

Takecia’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and anger flashing across her face. “They stopped?” Her voice full of disbelief.

Her frustration reached a boiling point. Without another word, she pulled out her phone and swiftly navigated to Jey’s Instagram profile. Her fingers moved with urgency as she scrolled through his recent posts. She then went to google and took a deep breath as she typed it in…

Recap of Jey Uso and Rhea Ripley

Jonathan and Trinity watched as Takecia’s face grew increasingly tense with every image she scanned. Her lips tightened into a thin line, her emotions clearly running high as she flipped through pictures of Jey with her…

Takecia’s hands shook as she scrolled through the google images, the TikTok preview images, the videos, her anger morphing into deep hurt. The images of Jey with Rhea Ripley were not just part of a storyline; they looked alarmingly intimate. The moments they did share, they seemed too personal to be mere scripted drama. Her sense of betrayal grew with each swipe, each photo and video blurring the line between fiction and reality.

“Jonathan,” she said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear, “is Jey cheating on me?”

Jonathan’s face went pale, his concern evident. He moved closer to Takecia, trying to offer comfort. “No, Takecia, I promise you, it’s all just a storyline. The WWE creates these dramatic angles to entertain the fans. It’s not real.”

Takecia’s eyes filled with tears, her frustration palpable. “It’s supposed to be a storyline, but this feels different. I know about storylines, but these images—they don’t feel fake. They feel like he’s really with her.”

Jonathan took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. “I understand that it looks bad, but Jey’s not cheating on you. It’s all scripted. He’s just playing a part.”

“I can’t shake the feeling that it’s more than just acting,” Takecia said, her voice breaking. “I need to process this, I need you both to watch the kids for me.”

Trinity, noticing the anguish in Takecia’s eyes, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We’ve got the kids covered. You should take the time you need.”

Takecia nodded, her expression pained but resolute. “Thank you. I’m going to try and get some sleep. Please make sure they’re okay.”

Jonathan and Trinity exchanged worried glances as Takecia slowly made her way upstairs. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by her mounting fears and the sense of betrayal she felt.

Once she was in her bedroom, she shut the door softly behind her and sat on the edge of the bed. The room felt cold and distant as she stared blankly at the wall. The images of Jey and Rhea on social media replayed in her mind, each one a reminder of her shattered trust. Her tears flowed freely now, a release of the overwhelming pain and uncertainty she felt. She needed to be alone, to come to terms with her feelings, but the betrayal she felt left her feeling isolated and broken.

—

Takecia tossed and turned, the clock on her bedside table glaring back at her with its cold, unfeeling numbers. It was well past 2 a.m., and sleep remained elusive. Her mind raced in a chaotic whirlwind of betrayal, hurt, and anger. Every time she closed her eyes, the images from Jey’s Instagram replayed in her mind with haunting clarity—the photos and videos that seemed so intimate, so painfully real.

She replayed their conversations, the moments of affection and the times they’d shared, searching for clues she might have missed. She knew something had been off for a while, the emotional distance between them growing wider. The undeniable truth hit her hard: Jey had been unfaithful, and she had been living a lie.

The bed, once a place of comfort, now felt like a prison. The emotional weight pressed heavily on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Her thoughts spiraled, focusing on the future and what her next steps would be. The betrayal stung, but she had to be pragmatic about how to move forward.

She envisioned the conversations she would need to have, the legal battles, and the emotional strain. Her reputation was important, and she knew that any public scandal would only add to her pain. She wanted to ensure that the divorce process was as controlled and respectful as possible, especially for the sake of their children.

Her thoughts turned to what she wanted from the divorce. She knew she couldn’t be lenient. She needed to protect herself and secure her future, but she also wanted to ensure that their children were provided for. Her mind raced through the legalities, the demands she would make.

“I want shared custody,” she thought fiercely. “I want no alimony. Just make sure the kids’ college education is covered. And the house—it’s mine. It’s the one thing that’s been a sanctuary for us.”

The idea of shared custody felt like a fair compromise, ensuring that the children wouldn’t lose their father’s presence. The stipulation about no alimony was a matter of principle—she wanted to be seen as strong and self-sufficient. The college education for the kids was non-negotiable; they deserved the best opportunities, and Jey had to be responsible for that. As for the house, it was more than just bricks and mortar; it was a symbol of stability, and she wasn’t willing to give it up.

Takecia’s resolve solidified as she lay in the darkness. She knew the path ahead would be fraught with challenges and emotional turmoil, but she was determined. She would confront Jey, lay out her terms, and begin the process of untangling their lives. The betrayal had been a bitter pill to swallow, but it also ignited a fire within her. She had to act decisively, protect her dignity, and secure her children’s future.

As Takecia looked into herself, the depth of her inner turmoil began to reveal itself. The betrayal was a piercing wound, but it was not just the act of infidelity that cut so deeply—it was the very foundation of her identity and future that felt shaken. Her thoughts turned inward, questioning her own choices and identity.

She remembered her maiden name, Travis. The name had been hers before she became Fatu, before she was entangled in the life she had built with Jey. The name Travis symbolized a past she had left behind, but now it seemed to beckon her with a sense of reclaiming something fundamental. She wondered what it would be like to revert to that name, to start fresh. But such thoughts only added layers to her already complex emotions.

"Should I confront Jey first, or should I go to a divorce attorney?" she pondered. The uncertainty gnawed at her. Confronting Jey would mean facing the man she had loved, the father of her children, and the person who had betrayed her. It would be a moment fraught with emotion and potential conflict. On the other hand, consulting an attorney would mean taking a step toward a future she was not entirely ready to embrace, a future that would require a legal battle and public scrutiny.

Her mind raced through a myriad of scenarios. What if Jey was not cheating? What if there was an innocent explanation for the intimate images she had seen? The doubt lingered, mixing with the anger and hurt. The possibility of him being faithful, of her misinterpreting the situation, felt like a fragile thread of hope that she clung to despite the overwhelming evidence. She vacillated between determination and uncertainty. The idea of confronting Jey was daunting. She could imagine the confrontation—the raw emotions, the accusations, the possibility of reconciliation or even further heartbreak. The thought of seeing Jey’s face, hearing his explanations, and facing the truth was both terrifying and necessary.

On the other hand, starting the divorce process without confronting him first seemed harsh and cold. It felt like jumping to conclusions, sealing the fate of their relationship without giving him a chance to explain or make amends. Yet, the fear of being wronged again and the desire to protect herself made the legal route seem more secure.

As she lay there, the minutes ticked by, and the morning light began to seep through the curtains. Takecia felt a sense of deep weariness, her mind still swirling with questions and emotions. The sun’s early rays seemed to mock her, bringing a new day that promised more of the same struggle. The clarity she had felt earlier in the night now seemed distant, replaced by a murky sea of doubt and indecision.

She had to decide her next steps, but the path forward was shrouded in confusion. The early morning hours felt like a silent witness to her internal battle—a battle between confronting the truth, protecting herself, and navigating the uncertain waters of her future. As the sun rose, Takecia felt the weight of her choices pressing down on her, knowing that whatever decision she made would shape the course of her life from this point forward. She looked at her phone and typed in the search bar…

Flights from San Francisco to Portland

—

It was 5:30 AM on Sunday, September 15th. The suite was still cloaked in the early morning haze when Damian, clad in his gym clothes, rapped loudly on Jey's bedroom door. His enthusiastic voice cut through the quiet. “Wake you damn sinners! We got a morning workout!”

Jey, half-awake and tangled in the sheets, turned his head to see Rhea on the other side of the bed. Expecting her to be still snoozing, he was surprised to find her already stretching, her movements smooth and purposeful. Her eyes met his with a spark of energy.

“Come on, Jey,” she said firmly. “Enough relaxation time. Get up and join Damian and me for the workout.”

Jey groaned, his initial irritation flaring up. He had been hoping for a few more hours of sleep, but the idea of lying in bed versus working out with Rhea and Damian presented a clear choice. He reluctantly sat up, realizing that he hadn’t had a good workout since Monday morning. The guilt of neglecting his fitness routine nudged him towards action.

“Alright, alright,” he grumbled, pushing himself out of bed. “You win. I’m up.”

Rhea flashed a triumphant smile and hopped out of bed, heading towards the mini bar. “Good. I’ve been so out of routine cause of everything but Damian suggested last night while you showering and I agreed for both of us. We can’t let him down now.”

Jey quickly got dressed, his movements sluggish but determined. As Rhea handed him a protein drink from the mini bar, Jey took a grateful gulp, feeling the energy boost.

“So, you guys do this every Sunday?” Jey asked, stretching his arms as he made his way to the suite’s living room.

Damian, already in workout mode, grinned broadly. “We usually work out every other day, but with everything that’s been going on, we figured a good two-hour session today will help make up for it.”

Jey’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Two hours, Uce?” His face scrunched.

Damian laughed heartily. “Wepa! We’ll make it count. It’ll be good for all of us.”

Jey shook his head, a mixture of amusement and trepidation crossing his face. “Alright, if you say so. Let’s get this over with.”

As they headed down to the hotel gym, Jey started to connect his AirPods and he scrolled through the several playlists he had in his iPhone.

“Don’t feel up to Bad Bunny, Jey?” Damian joked as they stood in the elevator.

“No he doesn’t like our heavy metal..” Rhea said.

“We are definitely not alike…” Jey said jokingly.

Hunter had reserved the gym for then three of them, to keep this situation more under wraps. Jey tried to mentally prepare himself for the rigorous workout ahead, his mind still buzzing from the past few days. Despite his initial reluctance, he knew that immersing himself in a solid workout might help clear his head and offer a temporary escape from the emotional turmoil he was navigating.

—

Midway into the workout, Rhea was focused on her routine, lifting free weights as her favorite band blasted in her ears. The rhythm of the music kept her pace steady, each rep pulling her away from the complications that weighed on her mind. But then, force of habit, she glanced in Jey’s direction.

He stood across the room, shirtless, sweat dripping from his body, his tattoos illuminated under the gym lights. His muscles flexed with each movement, and Rhea couldn’t look away. The barbell in her hands slowly lowered as she drifted into a trance…

Suddenly, she snapped out of it when Damian Priest waved his hand in front of her face. “Yo, Rhea,” he said, snapping his fingers again with a grin. “I get he’s handsome, but you’re supposed to be lifting, not daydreaming.”

Rhea chuckled, slipping off her headphones. “Handsome? Please. That’s my baby daddy.”

Damian froze, his playful grin slipping off his face as he processed her words. The silence lingered for a moment, and Rhea didn’t notice his expression until she glanced at him. She gave him a confused smile. “Oh... I forgot to tell you. It’s confirmed… I wanted to tell you but I fell asleep and you were with Kayden—” Before she could finish Damian blinked repeatedly , his eyes widening in surprise. Then, a huge smile broke across his face. Without another word, he stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug, his excitement bubbling over. “Rhea, that’s amazing! How long?”

Rhea laughed, patting Damian’s back as he squeezed her tighter. “She said 13 weeks.”

He pulled back, holding her at arm’s length, his eyes filled with joy. “I’m so happy for you, really. This is... wow. Your first baby.”

Rhea’s smile softened, but the excitement in Damian’s eyes sent a flicker of unease through her. He didn’t know the whole story. She hadn’t told him about the private conversations she’d had with Jey. How they had discussed all the possibilities—even the option of not going through with it.

But Damian didn’t need to know that. Not yet.

Rhea cleared her throat and forced the smile back on her face. “Yeah, first one,” she said quietly. “It’s... it’s a lot to think about.”

Damian didn’t catch the hesitation in her voice. He was too busy grinning like a proud uncle, clearly thrilled by the news. “Man, this kid’s going to have one badass mom. And hey, if you need anything, I’m here. You know that, right?”

Rhea nodded, grateful for his support even if he didn’t know the full truth. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Damian. Really.”

As Damian walked back to his weights, still smiling to himself, Rhea’s heart felt heavier. She glanced at Jey again, her thoughts swirling. They had a decision to make, and it wasn’t going to be an easy one.

#fanfic #fanfiction #jey uso #rhea and jey #rhea ripley #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #yeet #wwe #rhea x jey #rhea ripley and jey uso #wwe jey uso #jey x rhea #the judgment day wwe #the judgement day #wwe damian priest #damian priest #jimmy uso #jimmy and naomi

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xoxoskai · 1 year ago

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THE WHITE MASK THEORY;

PART TWO

Before I go into detail about Ava and her relationships with the Heathens, I want to clarify a few things.

I wasn't aware that Rina had confirmed that we haven't met WM yet. A lot of you pointed it out in the previous post and that's how I found out. However, I think it's even more anti-climactic if it's someone we haven't met so far to be WM because there will be no excitement involved in the grand reveal. A five-book buildup for it to be someone completely new is not dramatic or shocking at all. It'll be like the no-name nanny being the villain in God of Ruin. Most people, me included, were dumbfounded at the reveal and of course, Maya's ridiculous fall from grace.

How are you going to look at normal sibling jealousy and kidnap the sister because you thought it would do justice to the other one? You're telling me the Bratva with Kyle-fricking-Hunter, Rai-mother-Sokolov, Adrian-Daddy-Volkov as the Obschak and Kirill-dilf-Morozov as the Pakhan couldn't track down the silly nanny who kidnapped a mafia princess for shits and giggles? That they haven't been able to for the past decade? Make it make sense.

It would have made a lot more sense for it to be the Irish mafia back for more revenge.

Now, Eli King.

I swear, his character is all kinds of perfectly mysterious, makes him such an enigma.

Eli being awol most of the time can perhaps make him WM. Infact, him telling Killian "It's nothing personal, family business" before they waterboarded him could imply a lot more.

(Plus, Eli was the one carrying Niko out when he stabbed himself to save Jeremy and thus, missed Creigh getting shot.)

However, this also shows that Eli prioritizes his family over a game of tag with mafia heirs and the Heathens trying to off Creighton for being with Annika is not something he would let slide. Maybe he is closer to them than he lets on but Eli participating in the initiation feels like a far cry. Especially because Creigh has specifically mentioned that Eli is more of a strategist type, not known to use his fists to absolutely destroy someone.

Eli having his own inside contacts feels like a given. And I do believe it's a huge give-and-take type of scenario. Eli, heir to the King Empire, I'm sure realizes the importance of having connections. Especially connections with the mafia. I'm guessing his point of contact would be Killian in that scenario.

Interestingly, someone I accidentally left out in my observations is Kayden.

For everyone who doesn't know who Kayden is, he made his first appearance in God of Ruin and is confirmed to be Gareth Carson's love interest.

In my defense, we haven't seen a lot of him at all. But is he a viable candidate? Absolutely. Would I be disappointed to see him as WM? Absolutely not.

What, however, will disappoint me is that Gareth Carson being the green mask and Kayden being the WM, DO NOT GET A BOOK. AND THAT IS TOO CRUEL. AN MLM, PROFESSOR X STUDENT WHERE THEY ARE BOTH PARTAKING IN THE INITIATION FOR WHATEVER GOD-FORSAKEN REASON AND IT BEING THE PEAK OF FORBIDDEN ROMANCE IS,

You guessed it,

Not getting a book.

This is the exact same reason why I ruled out Remi Astor as well. If WM is simply meant to be a side character, why would they be such an enigma? Why is there not a book?

Kayden also checks a lot of the WM boxes of

Being leaner than the rest, hello he's a professor. He's not going to be fighting for his life every day in the mafia (or he might, we don't know his origins)

Cherry would not be able to seduce him. Kayden plays for the same team so, yes, it makes sense.

In the epilogue of God of Wrath, we see Jeremy proposing an initiation where they chase a pre-decided target only. We know why Nikolai, Killian and Jeremy would appreciate it, Gareth was not having it, but WM was. (It feels like repetition but Gods, the hatecrime it is to not have their book).

But the prospect of the Heathens allowing a professor at their university into the mix seems a little far-fetched. Not to mention, I think it was clearly stated that Kayden had arrived at Brighton recently and there was no mention anywhere of WM being a recent member.

Now, Ava Nash.

Remember I said, "Eli realizes the importance of having connections with the mafia"? That it's a give and take? If Ava Nash is really WM,

Do we really believe Eli wouldn't know?

Do we really believe he would not be keeping tabs on her?

Now, the million-dollar question is - what do the Heathens gain from forming an alliance, as discreet as it is, with Eli King?

The most I can think of is, Brighton is basically RES' turf. The Heathens are far from their powerful parents and between the mafia and the powerful families of London, The Kings, The Nashs, The Knights and The Astors hold a lot more power and influence. At some point, I'm sure they would call in a favor when the times comes for it, to wipe out the Irish mafia's main base or whatever it is these people want to do.

Would Eli really not keep tabs on Ava after two of her closest friends start dating two leaders of the Heathens?

Between all the Heathens and Ava, I think she has the most complicated and interesting relationship with Jeremy.

"Say the word and I'll bring him to you?" Bestie hasn't exchanged a single word with that man as far as we know.

"When she's not around?" What context and scenario would lead Jeremy to meet Ava when Cecily isn't around? ("Break Ava"? Bro we know you're a mafia prince but the little princeling of the King household would uproot your family if you tried. )

Jeremy, as the leader, obviously knows who the WM is.

The scene is God of Wrath where Cecily is following Ava outside before encountering Jeremy is single-handedly carrying my theory.

-> Ava, drunk, still seemed to know her way around the forest behind the Heathens mansion despite only exploring it once with Cecily and Annika (God of Pain, Chapter 5)

-> Jeremy, when spotted at the beginning, is wearing a jacket that he's discarded by the time he finally encounters Cecily. Unless my man wants to flex his Russian roots and channel his inner Queen of Arendelle, it does not make sense for him to lose his jacket when stepping out of the house.

-> Cecily is tracking Ava using an app on her phone when she suddenly changes directions back towards the house at an alarming speed that indicates she was on the back of a motorbike.

This brings me to my theory that-

It is not surprising that Jeremy was out of the house as soon as Cecily was. Which means, he'd have gone ahead and intercepted Ava first to send her back. His jacket is missing cuz, she was wearing a short skirt and was going back on a motorbike, so she needed coverage.

Yes, shocker that Jeremy is being civil to her, but I need to remind you this is much earlier than him falling for Cecily + the entire AnniCreigh shitshow. So, if Ava is really WM, to some extent, he was probably civil with her.

Either Ava went back with a bodyguard or someone else with connections to the mafia (*cough* Heir of the King Empire *cough*) was informed and came to pick her up.

The Heathens would gladly form an alliance with Eli just for inside intel about their girls all the time and vice versa if Ava really is WM.

Interestingly, according to the timeline, this is also the part where in God of Pain, Creighton tells Eli that if he's so bored, he should go to Ava and gets "If I go to her, I'll kill her" in response.

Is this because he found her wandering by herself through the forest at midnight?

Is this because she refuses to disassociate with the Heathens?

Theories, theories, everywhere.

Now, if Ava is really WM, why would Jeremy make her cry?

Because Ava made Annika cry, It's that simple.

When I tell you it's only Landon King and Killian Carson who don't care about their siblings, I mean it. Jeremy and Annika are obviously close enough to want to die for one another and if someone comes up to your sibling and calls them a murderer after they shoot someone to protect you, yeah, I'd have a vendetta against that person too, part of my cult or not.

Jeremy obviously hated Cecily at some point for it too. At how easily they all abandoned Annika and while I understand that she was new to their group as compared to Creighton who they've known their whole lives, Ava might have taken it too far by calling Annika a murderer, something Jeremy obviously heard of.

In Ava's defense, they probably felt guilty for ever including Annika in their group and causing the chain reaction of Creighton falling for her because it led to him being in a coma.

Naturally, Jeremy doesn't care about that. Ava name-calling Anni became personal to him because 1, she's his baby sister and 2, Annika was in that predicament cuz she shot Creigh for him.

At the same time, I was really mad at Cecily for not defending her childhood best friend because whatever happened to sisters before misters? Sometimes the girls only seem like friends to me for the sake of the plot considering how little they know of each other.

In God of Malice, when Killian swaps in for Nikolai and is about to go against Creighton, who is giving Glyndon a run-down about the Heathens?

Go ahead and take a guess.

How, and I can't say this enough, does she know so much in excruciating detail about the Heathens when she's never interacted with them, and they are from a completely different university? Everyone always asks her how she knows so much, and she deflects with -You have to be living under a rock to not know- when the actual situation is that no one but Ava knows so much.

You seriously can't believe the Heathens are observant to the point of knowing every little, tiny detail about their girlfriends, quirks only a childhood friend would know?

And no, Eli King, close ally or not, would not divulge all this freely. You know who would? Someone who wants to see their girlfriends get laid and happy.

I think the most fascinating thing about Ava being the WM is that I can't, frankly, think of a single reason why she would be a part of the Heathens except that she thrives on chaos (hello daughter of Cole Nash).

But it is entirely plausible that if the Heathens send initiation invites to the Elites who never attend it, chances of Ava swiping the QR code thru someone's phone is very likely.

What does Ava bring to the Heathens?

Honestly? No idea. If it was in exchange for being close to their respective s/o, it'd make sense, but WM is already part of the initiation way before God of Malice.

Did they have a particular initiation to recruit a fifth member for their close circle? Probably. Were they looking for someone who'd be willing to betray the Elites? Maybe. If Landon and Ava have a completely different type of understanding between them, do we really believe Landon to be above using Ava to spy for the Heathens? If no, why the Heathens would still allow her among them remains a mystery. Did they not know who she was related to? Did she pass the initiation with flying colors and show potential to be a part of the inner circle?

(Eli is family man first, which is why I can't see him being a Heathen)

What I do know is that Ava feels lonely among her own circle. With all her friends now spending more time with their boyfriends, she feels alone (God bless Remi, he's going to be such a good brother-in-law after being an already awesome friend to her).

I also believe that if Ava would tell anyone she was part of the Heathens, it'd be Remi. They are a lot closer than they portray.

You know who else was shit at keeping secrets, was out-going, definitely the social butterfly of the group but had a truckload of demons in their closet? Ronan Astor.

This is why, I refuse to underestimate Ava. "Disappears like a ghost" is a very interesting choice of words.

Besides, if she's really WM, she's so unserious.

Also, possible foreshadowing?

Anyways, considering Ava is also pretty close to Brandon, we'll be seeing a lot of her in God of Fury which will finally reveal who WM is. She has no interactions so far with Nikolai or Gareth for me to deduce anything between them so 6th December, we'll find out!

For now, and perhaps always (I'll reject canon I don't care) my suspect is Ava, who's yours?

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 2 years ago

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Always There - Marcel Barthel x Reader

Figured I’d get the Marcel one out of my way while I could. I’ve been having some German feels for a while (who can blame me though? )

I do apologize now for any INCORRECT translations. I do NOT know German well enough, I know about 5-6 words and that’s it. (Yes, No, Hello, Love, Ambulance and Hospital. The necessities)

Y/N = Your name

If you don’t like Ember Moon, Kacy or Kayden, feel free to think up your own NXT roommate situation for a TakeOver event. That’s where I thought this would be at -shrug-

EDITED IN: Original Tag List @starwithaheart @shedevill22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee

Tagging those who Requested Marcel! @barthelsimperium

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Letting out a deep breath, I glanced over at the digital clock next to the bed I was sharing with Ember. The red light read 3:29. Frowning, I looked at my other two roommates, Kacey and Kayden, who were also fast asleep much like Ember.

“So unfair…” I sighed.

This was now night three of no sleep. I knew I had to do something—if it kept going, Hunter was bound to realize, and not only that I could accidentally hurt someone in the ring. What could I do though?

Back home, I’d get up and make myself busy—but I didn’t want to wake up my friends.

Friends…

“Just find me, liebe. I don’t care what the time is!”

Marcel’s words came crashing into my fore-thought, causing me to purse my lips. I couldn’t actually just stroll to his room and wake him up at this ungodly hour… could I? Ember would never let me live it down, if she found out I went to his room this late at night. She’s the only one I have ever told my feelings towards. The only one who knew I loved Marcel, my impeccable German.

On screen, he was cold, cunning, methodical and egotistical. Behind the screen though? Marcel Barthel was the funniest, kindest and most considerate guy I had ever known. Our friendship had started out a bit oddly, as somehow his suitcase had ended up in the women’s locker room and I, of course, was the one to return it to him. He was clearly confused and embarrassed, but thankful all the same. I had cracked a joke that if he wanted to spend time with me all he had to do was ask—and upon hearing the chuckle from Fabian, I quickly excused myself in embarrassment, barely hearing Marcel speak to Fabian as I left.

“Lach nicht uber sie!” ((ts: Don’t laugh at them))

Later that night, Marcel had found me backstage, quickly taking a seat beside me and leaning back slightly.

“You said if I wanted to spend time, all I need to do was ask,” he explained, causing me to go red from embarrassment.

“I-it was a joke… You don’t have to—”

“You may have been joking, but I’m not, Kleiner.” ((ts: little one))

“I…. have no idea what that means.”

He only laughed in response, shaking his head slightly, promising me,” I’ll teach you some words.”

I smiled at the memory, before glancing a risk at the clock once more.

3:36

Fuck it, I decided. Carefully as I could, I pushed back the covers and climbed out of the warm cocoon I had made. Grabbing my wallet on the way by the tv stand, I tiptoed to the door and as quietly as I could, opened the door and snuck out, closing it with a soft click behind me. Gnawing on my bottom lip as I walked up the steps to the floor above, I thought about how close Marcel was to me—how close in my heart he always was.

Holidays, bright and early (even despite time zone differences) we’d be the first to wish one another a happy holiday; happy birthday—new years. When we’d both be at an event, we’d seek the other one out.

Marcel hadn’t taught me the translation for liebe yet, but since he was always calling me it, I had decided to ask Fabian one night, when Marcel was off getting something to drink.

“Heh, I don’t think I should be the one to tell you, Principessa.” ((ts: Princess))

“Oh, come on—please? If you don’t I’ll just look it up online. C’mon Fabian, please?”

“Alright, alright—love,” Fabian answered, his eyes going over my shoulder for a second, before his voice lowered,” Liebe means love.”

Love.

Did it mean Marcel loved me the same way I did him? Probably not.

But it still made me feel happy, like I mattered to at least someone. Coming to a stop at room 329, I took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Twenty-five seconds.

Nothing.

Swallowing the lump in my throat and fighting the urge to just go back downstairs to my own room, I tentatively knocked once again, two short, soft bumps on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten—

The door opened slowly, catching me by surprise as I looked up from the floor. There before me stood a hooded-eyed, bed-headed Marcel, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. When he realized who it was, he seemed to wake up a bit.

“Liebe? Is everything In Ordnung?” ((ts: alright))

“Uh, yeah. No. It’s fine…. Uh… I just… you said to…” Everything I said was coming out jumbled, and I could see Marcel trying to make sense of it all,” Sorry I bothered you this late—I’ll just—sorry, go back to sleep—” I turned to walk away, but stopped short when I heard his voice call my name.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, please, just—go back—”

“Hör auf, dich zu entschuldigen!” I heard Marcel snap, before his voice softened,” Komm schon, come.” ((ts: Stop apologizing / come on))

With uncertain steps, I slowly walked back over to his open door, shivers running down my spine when I felt his hand gently rest on my back, ushering me in at my own pace.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Marcel asked as he closed the door behind us.

I shook my head, unsure if he could even see it in the darkness of the room,” Sorry, I just—”

“Liebe—stop saying sorry.”

Without needing to see him, I knew there was a frown on his face.

“Sor–…..”

In the darkness, I heard him give a small sigh, before suddenly, I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me close to him,” I told you, you can come to me at times like this. There’s no need to apologize for it.”

“It’s just… it’s so late—or… early—I didn’t want to wake you up…”

“Don’t worry about that, okay? Come, make yourself comfortable.”

I felt his hand gently take my own and lead me towards the bed.

“W—what about Fabian? Will he—”

“Don’t worry about him, liebe,” Marcel gave a soft chuckle,” He’s a deep sleeper.” His hand left mine, and I could hear him get back into his bed.

Do I?

Don’t I?

“You won’t have a chance to get any sleep standing there, come on.” I heard him pat the space beside him and I was beyond grateful for the darkness in the room- otherwise he would be able to see how red my face was right now. Slowly, I peeled back the covers on the empty side and slid underneath, careful to not touch Marcel in anyway- which he must have noticed.

“I don’t bite, liebe.”

“Why do you call me that?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I had to know—needed to know. Marcel grew quiet for a few moments and I feared he wouldn’t answer me, until I felt his hand gently creep over mine once more and slowly pull me towards him. Wordlessly, I felt him softly pull me as close to his body as possible, laying right beside him, my head on his bare chest.

“Because… Du bedeute mir die Welt…I love you…” I could hear the uncertainty and the hope in his statement, and I couldn’t help the smile the slowly grew on my face,” We’ll talk more tomorrow, liebe. For now… get some sleep.” ((ts: You mean the world to me))

Slowly nodding my head, I let my body relax into his embrace and before I knew it my eyes got heavy—and as I drifted off to sleep, I felt him press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

No more sleepless nights, no more uncertainty.

I was loved.

#wwe #world wrestling entertainment #imagine #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #Marcel x Reader #Marcel Barthel #NXT #NXT UK #fluff

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