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call-me-a-simp · 10 months

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No One Hates You More Than I Do

Surprising Change Of Plans (part 3)

Enemies to lovers (Rhea Ripley x fem. Reader):

Summary: You're a well known wrestler in WWE and Rhea is your worst enemy. You hate each other in and outside of the ring. Rhea always flirts with you, not that she means it, she just knows it makes you furious and wants to annoy you. But one day everything changes and you start to feel like all of this isn't a joke anymore and that there might actually be something between you two.

The next morning you get up and notice Rhea sitting in the kitchen, same spot as yesterday. "Early bird huh?" you mock her a little. But she doesn't respond, she just keeps staring in the air with empty eyes.

Although you didn't like to admit it, deep in you there were feelings for her. Like, you can't deny it, she looks extremely good and it secretly made you a little jealous when she was flirting with others. But when she did it with you it made you angry, knowing she probably doesn't even mean it, considering the way she treated you the rest of the time.

"You okay?" you ask her and she closes her eyes and buries her head in her hands. "Alright" you sigh and sit down across from her "what is it?" Rhea needs a moment before she could respond, but then tells you that it really hurts her how you always treat her so coldly and that she meant what she said yesterday about really liking you.

For a few minutes no one says a word after she finished. You take a deep breath and speak up again. "listen Rhea, I don't know if this is just a trick but let's assume it's not. I'm sorry for saying I'd rather die than to be in a relationship with you, because it's not true. But before you gain hope" you quickly add, seeing her eyes glimmer with hope "we can't be in a relationship, I'm- I'm not gay you know? Yes you're good looking and yes you can be very charming and everything but I just don't like you that way. I'm sorry"

Rhea nods slowly as she prosessed your words. "Okay.. Guess we'll see each other at work then" and with that she stands up and leaves. You spend the rest of your day working out, doing stuff around the house, anything to distract you but your conversation from earlier just won't leave your head.

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The next day at work you have a meeting with your boss Triple H. He tells you that they have plans for you joining the Judgement Day. "Why that? Rhea and I hate each other in the ring and outside we also don't really get along" you throw in your concern. "Just trust me, I'm gonna work the things out on stage and you just have to try and befriend Rhea" he offers you a smile but you get up and leave.

You cannot believe what you just heard. You as a new member of the Judgement Day, how pathetic. You walk over to the work out area to skip some time before your match tonight, as Dominik crosses your way.

"Hey y/n" he greets you with a smile. "Hey" you mumble and try to get past him. "Is it right that you're joining us? Cause if so, I'm really excited to not be the youngest one anymore" he grins. You huff and push him to the side. You weren't in the mood for his happiness right now. Dom pauses a second to look after you confused before he continues his way.

Once you arrive in the workout area you lock eyes with Rhea who immediately pretends to be busy. You shake your head, thinking she's acting childish just because you rejected her. Someone taps your shoulder and you turn around. It was your boss again and he mentiones for Rhea to also get over to you.

"listen ladies. Rhea, I know you originally didn't have a match for tonight but you do now. And y/n, your opponent just called in sick, you're now fighting against Ripley. 's that okay with everybody?" he raises and eyebrow and looks at both of you with a serious expression. "Fine" you mumble, Rhea just nods. Before you walk away Triple H tells the two of you how he planned your reunion on stage and reminds you to work things out together in private.

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Your intro began to play and you walk out onto the stage. You were lucky to get your favorite song Hit and Run by LOLO as your intro. Pretty fitting, you think as you walk down the ramp with raised arms and a devilish grin. You enjoyed the sound of the cheering croud and them singing along loudly to your music.

"AND HERE WE HAVE THE QUEEN OF HEELLL" the announcer yells. You get into the ring and get up on the second rope, screaming along to your favorite line. "I GREW INTO THE QUEEN OF HELL" the cheers grew louder until your intro went quiet and Rhea's began to play.

"AND OH MY GOD WHO IS THAT? IT'S RHEA RIPLEY! SHE SHOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE TONIGHT BUT WHO DOESN'T LOVE A SURPRISE MATCH?!" everyone in the room went wild and you had to fight the urge to cover your ears. Rhea on the other hand was visibly enjoying all the cheers and screams from the crowd and walked towards the ring as confident as ever.

You smiled internally. She looked good and you could totally see yourself enjoying her company at night. Fantasies of the two of you in bed popped up in your head and you quickly pushed them away. This was not the time to think about stuff like this, plus, you're not gay why are you even thinking about another woman like this?

The bell rings and Rhea shoots you her significant mischievous grin before attacking you with full force. You weren't prepared for it and stumble backwards into a corner where she locks you in place and hits your face a few times before the refs pulls her away. You use the distraction to pick her up and throw her against the ropes and onto the floor. She grunts in pain and while she's laying there you climb on the top rope to land a diving spash but Rhea rolls away just in time and you hit the mat hard.

It's going back and forth, everyone landing a few hits until you eventually end her with a chokeslam. Your song busts through the cheers and screams of the crowd. You're both panting heavily but Rhea grins up at you, mouthing "good game" before getting up and walking out of the ring.

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Part 3, sorry it took so long. Got the picture from her story some time ago and I think it's hilarious 😂

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anotherspnfanfic · 1 year

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Hit and Run: Nightmares

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 2540

Square Filled: Hugs for TMAS bingo @supernatural-jackles

Warnings: nightmares, character death (but not really), lots of fluff

Summary: Dean is still haunted by her accident.

A/N: Well it’s been over 2 years since the last timestamp on this but this part of the accident I never wrote into the original series wouldn’t get out of my head... so here it is. 😊

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It was a beautiful spring day. Clear blue skies, birds chirping, and the smell of freshly-mowed grass lingering in the air. A perfect day, yet Dean couldn’t seem to shake this sense of dread.

He rinsed soap suds off the side of the truck. Before he could set the hose down, the bells sounded through the station. Hastily, he and the rest of the crew loaded into the trucks and pulled out of the station.

The lieutenant advised they were headed to a single-vehicle hit-and-run crash on the highway.

The silencing of the sirens and hiss of the air brakes announced their arrival on the scene. He was overcome with an intense sense of déjà vu as he climbed out of the truck to see the mangled blue Mustang.

Everyone moved towards the car to begin extricating the driver, but he couldn’t move. He felt like his feet were cemented to the ground.

Before he could figure out why, he was standing behind the ambulance with her on the stretcher. His hand was in hers as she cried out in agony. “I know it hurts. Just breathe and squeeze as hard as you need to, sweetheart.” She was then loaded into the ambo with him sitting beside her.

He held tightly onto her hand, worried that if he let go, she might just disappear. Suddenly, she squeezed his hand, panic filling her eyes as she struggled to breathe. In an attempt to soothe her however he could, he ran his thumb softly over her knuckles.

As Sam and Cas worked to treat her, he whispered soft reassurances. He was fairly certain she didn’t hear him over the commotion, but he continued anyway. Less than a minute passed, and she was able to breathe easier once more.

Dean watched as she slowly started to relax as the adrenaline in her system began to fade. She fought to keep her eyes open and her grip firm on his hand.

“Four minutes out!” Benny hollered from the driver's seat.

Moments later, her hand went lax in his just before she lost her fight for consciousness. “Stay awake, kiddo. Come on, open your eyes,” he pleaded.

Next, the heart monitor began to blare warning tones. “V-fib,” Cas announced.

“Damn it,” Sam muttered. Pressing his fingers against her neck, he added, “Lost her pulse. Dean, compressions.”

Once again, Dean was completely frozen in place. Why couldn’t he move? He had to save her.

He blinked and was then standing outside the trauma room at the hospital. He watched as the doctors worked to resuscitate her. “No,” he breathed out. “No, no, no. This isn’t what happened.”

“Hold compressions,” said the doctor. “Clear.”

Dean flinched as she was shocked once again. He shook his head. “We got her back in the ambulance. This is all wrong.”

The doctor looked at the monitor as the monotone droned on. He shook his head and sighed defeatedly.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.”

“Time of death…”

Dean gasped, jolting upright. Disoriented, it took a moment for him to realize where he was. He was at home, in his own bed.

As he tried to catch his breath, he glanced over his shoulder to see her sleeping soundly. She was safe and right beside him. He sighed in relief. It was only a nightmare.

Once he’d started to regain his bearings, he took a slow, deep breath. He scrubbed his hand down his face in an attempt to wipe the remaining images from his mind.

“Dean?” she asked, grogginess in her voice.

Not having noticed she’d woken, he nearly startled at the sound. Looking over his shoulder once more, he plastered on what he hoped was a convincing smile. “It’s early, sweetheart. Go back to sleep.”

She wasn’t convinced, though. Hearing the breathlessness in his voice, she pushed herself up to sit beside him. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t look at her as he nodded. “Yeah. Just a bad dream. I’m fine.”

“Wanna talk about it?” she asked as she rubbed between his shoulder blades.

He shrugged.

“Was it about that bad call this week? That fire…?”

He shuddered at the memory, but shook his head. “No, but maybe that was what triggered it.”

She didn’t push. Instead, she just wrapped her arms around him and squeezed gently. Keeping her arms snug around him, she rested her head on his shoulder and waited for him to speak again.

He lowered his head to kiss her arm and then turned his head awkwardly to press another to the top of her head. “It was about you.” She pulled back just enough to see his face. “Your accident. It was like I was back in that ambo with you when you almost—” He cleared his throat. “Except in the nightmare, you did.”

“Hey.” She shifted to kneel in front of him and took his face between her hands. “But I didn’t. I’m right here.”

“You did, though,” he whispered, closing his eyes tightly. “For a very long three and a half minutes… you were dead.”

She lifted his hand and placed his palm against her chest and held it there. “See, I’m just fine. I’m alive, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As his eyes locked with hers again, she watched some of the tension in his shoulders start to melt away.

She laid her hand over his heart, and he lifted his free hand to press hers tight to his chest. She could feel that it was still racing with the remnants of fear from his nightmare. She leaned forward and started to pepper kisses across his jawline and down the side of his neck.

He let his head fall forward to rest in the crook of her neck. She moved her hand to the back of his neck and started to play with the short hairs. They sat like that for several minutes in silence as he reassured himself that she really was there and she was okay.

“Besides…” she started, pulling away to look at him with a smirk. “You didn’t even know me back then. It would have just been another crappy day at the office.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “That is not funny.”

She chuckled. “Just a little?”

He shook his head. “Not even a smidge.” Grabbing her arm, he quickly spun her around so her back was against his chest and then flopped back against the bed.

She squealed at the abrupt movement as he rolled both of them to their sides and made himself comfortable.

She smiled. “I love you, Dean.”

“I love you more.” He squeezed her hard before his hands found hers. With his left, he interlaced their fingers, and his right wrapped around her wrist, his fingertips settling against her pulse.

His fingers stayed firmly in place until his breathing evened out and he relaxed into sleep. It was a position he fell asleep in fairly regularly. She had never really understood why. Until now.

Once she was sure he was fully asleep, she gave into her own drowsiness. She took a deep breath, enveloped in the smell of his shampoo and aftershave. Pulling their intertwined hands closer, she pressed a kiss to his knuckles before drifting off.

When she woke again, sunlight streamed through the crack between the curtains. Dean’s arm was now loosely draped over her waist as he snored lightly.

She contemplated waking him, but decided against it. After the nightmare he’d had, she figured he could use the extra rest. She thought about just lying there or trying to go back to sleep until he woke up, but then her stomach growled loudly. Rolling just enough to look over her shoulder at Dean, she smiled. He looked so peaceful, a welcome contrast to a few hours earlier. She carefully lifted his arm so she could get up without waking him and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

She was stirring scrambled eggs, flipping bacon, and toasting a bagel while the coffee brewed. Once everything was ready, she set all the bacon on one plate and poured two mugs of coffee. As she started to put the eggs on plates, Dean came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly.

He huffed. “You know, of all the mornings I would have rather not woken up alone…”

Setting the pan and spatula back on the stove, she spun around in his arms and then stood up on her tip-toes to kiss him. “I’m sorry.” Reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, she continued, “I didn’t expect you to wake up. I was planning on coming back to wake you with breakfast.”

He stole a piece of bacon and ate it. “You’re forgiven.” After a quick kiss on her forehead, he took the plate of bacon and one mug and headed back towards the bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

“To wait for the rest of my breakfast in bed!” He disappeared from her sight as she laughed.

Quickly, she finished dishing up the eggs and placed them on a tray to bring into the bedroom.

“You know we could have just eaten at the table. You were already up.”

“And pass up the rare opportunity for breakfast in bed?” He scoffed. “No way.”

She set the tray down and situated herself beside him on the bed. He held up a piece of bacon for her, but before she could bite it, he pulled it away and ate it himself. They both fell into a fit of laughter as she pushed him back into the pillows. “So rude!”

“Sorry. Here, for you.” He lifted another piece towards her, but she didn’t move to take it from him.

Instead, she grabbed two pieces off the plate and shoved both in her mouth. While chewing she said, “You thought I was going to fall for that again?”

“Maybe.” He chuckled.

They ate in comfortable silence. When she was done eating, she slowly sipped her coffee. She swirled the dark liquid in the mug before she spoke. “You know, in all the times we have talked about that day, we have never talked about that part before last night.”

“I know.” He sighed. “You never brought it up, and I think I was trying to block it out.”

“Guess I’m lucky. I don’t remember it. There are all these stories about out-of-body experiences and your life flashing before your eyes. All I remember is you beside me in that ambulance and then waking up in the hospital. I feel like I should have realized how much it could have affected you, though.”

Dean shook his head. “No. There’s no reason you could have known that. That’s the first, and hopefully only, time I’ve had that nightmare.”

“There is one reason. It’s why you sometimes fall asleep with your fingers on my pulse like you do, right?”

He glanced down at his coffee mug and shrugged. “I can stop. If it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t.” She reached over to place her hand against his cheek, urging him to look at her. “It brings you some comfort. That could never bother me.”

He kissed her palm softly. “Remember that joke you made last night about ‘just another crappy day at the office’?”

“Yeah.” She dropped her hand back to her lap.

“You’re right. We have lost patients before. It wasn’t like it was the first time I’d experienced it. But it has never felt like it did that day.”

She furrowed her brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“It's hard to explain, but it didn’t feel like just another patient we might lose. You didn’t feel like a stranger.” Dean looked at her for a moment before dropping his gaze to the bed. “‘Drop the patient at the hospital and never look back.’ It’s not really a rule, but it kind of is.”

She hummed. “Don’t get attached.”

He nodded. “I’ve never broken that rule. Except with you. I went to the hospital that night. I had to know, but you were in the ICU, and I wasn’t family so they wouldn’t tell me much.”

“Wow.” She smiled as she took his hand. “Why haven’t you ever told me that?”

He squeezed her hand. “Felt weird to mention at first. Then, eventually, I just didn’t know how to bring it up. There wasn’t really a time or even a reason to mention it.”

“Well, it’s sweet.” She chuckled. “And it’s nice to know it wasn’t just me.”

A mix of surprise and confusion flashed across his face.

“I didn’t remember much about the accident at first. But I vividly remembered you. You were the first person I thought of when I woke up, and I thought about you so much those two weeks in the hospital. I had actually considered taking a cab to the station before I was given the all-clear to drive.” She chuckled as she remembered walking into the fire station that first time. “I really did want to thank everyone that day at the station, but mostly, I wanted to see you again.”

“And now you’re stuck with me.” He pulled her towards him and smushed her in an awkward hug.

She laughed and pushed herself back just enough to be more comfortable. “Yeah. Who would have thought a near-fatal car crash could actually be one of the best things to ever happen to me?”

He shifted her so she was straddling his legs and hugged her tightly once again. “Can you just do me a favor and stay away from hospital beds for the rest of forever?”

She smirked mischievously. “Oh, I don’t know. I kind of figured I’d visit one a few more times in the semi-near future.”

He pulled away to scowl at her.

“Are you saying you don’t want kids? I was thinking two or maybe three. But I plan to do that in a hospital.” He rolled his eyes as she continued. “Because if you're saying you don’t want kids, then I really might have to rethink this whole relationship.”

“You are a smart-ass.” He pulled her closer and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I would love to have kids with you someday. But that is the only reason you’re allowed near a hospital bed, deal?”

She made a show of thinking it over. “Fine, I will do my best. But with my luck, I’m not making you any promises.”

He grumbled. “You could just promise anyway.”

“Fine, if you want me to lie to you. I promise I will.” She rolled her eyes dramatically before climbing off him and off the bed.

“Thank you. Where are you going?”

“Put this in the kitchen,” she explained, grabbing the tray off the bed. She left the room, and he could hear her loading the dishes into the dishwasher before she reappeared in the doorway. “Do you wanna go for a drive today? We can take your Baby. Maybe have a picnic by the lake.”

Images of his nightmare flashed through his memory, and he shuddered. Beckoning her closer, he grabbed her arm to pull her down beside him. “Or we could just watch movies in bed all day.”

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