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For lovers of fluff, wrestling and of course Mami Rhea Ripley...
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For the moment I am not comfortabl...
Request :Hello! If you're up for it, can I please request a Rhea Ripley/reader where they start out as strangers who happen to be at the same bar at the same time and Rhea notices that reader is being harassed by another patron. Rhea steps in to save reader and they get to know each other over some drinks and end up having a great time together?
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The dim neon glow of the bar lights painted the room in shades of blue and red as a soft hum of music filled the air. It was a lively Saturday night, and the crowd at The Iron Fang—a popular local dive—buzzed with laughter and chatter. Among the sea of faces, Rhea Ripley sat at the far end of the bar, nursing her whiskey on the rocks. She had been dragged here by a friend, but they'd long disappeared into the crowd, leaving Rhea to enjoy her drink in peace.
Dressed in her signature leather jacket, ripped jeans, and combat boots, she exuded a "don't mess with me" aura that kept most people at bay. It was exactly how she liked it. Tonight wasn't about socializing; it was about unwinding.
However, her attention was soon drawn to a commotion nearby.
At the other end of the bar, a young woman—Y/N—was clearly uncomfortable. She sat perched on a stool, her posture stiff as she tried to fend off the unwelcome advances of a man who was clearly ignoring every sign that she wasn't interested. Y/N wore a simple yet elegant outfit that complimented her features—a flowing top and fitted jeans that highlighted her curves without being provocative. But it wasn't her outfit that caught Rhea's eye; it was the unmistakable look of unease written across her face.
Y/N had come to the bar hoping for a quiet night out. She wasn't a regular at places like this, but a long week had driven her to seek solace in a cold drink and some music. She hadn't expected to become the target of a persistent drunk who didn't understand the word "no."
"C'mon, sweetheart, just one drink with me," the man slurred, leaning far too close for comfort.
"I'm good, thank you," Y/N said firmly, turning her head away. She clutched her drink tightly, her heart racing as she felt trapped.
Rhea's sharp eyes took in the scene, and her jaw tightened. She wasn't one to get involved in other people's business, but something about the situation—and the fear flashing in Y/N's eyes—didn't sit right with her. With a sigh, she slid off her stool and made her way over, her boots thudding heavily against the wooden floor.
"Hey, mate," Rhea's deep, commanding voice cut through the man's drunken rambling like a knife. "She said she's not interested."
The man turned, squinting at Rhea. "What's it to you? Mind your own business."
"It is my business when someone doesn't take a hint," Rhea shot back, crossing her arms. Her tone was calm but carried an edge that dared him to challenge her.
