Imagines & One shot Rhea Ripley

I couldn't write this last few days so I post this one I had for Saturday hope you will like it 🖤🖤
Requested by : @Who_isjess

Y/N stared blankly at her phone screen, the final message from Jake still glowing harshly against the dim lighting of her room. It wasn't even the words he sent that stung — it was everything leading up to them. The manipulation, the coldness, the way he'd turned from charming to cruel so quickly. She should have listened. Everyone had warned her, especially her mom.

Especially Rhea.

Downstairs, she could hear the clinking of dishes and the low hum of the TV. Her chest tightened. She didn't want to face her. Not like this — not after everything she'd insisted, after all the times she'd defended him.
"He's different, Mum, you don't understand."
"He's just misunderstood."
"You never give anyone a chance."

The guilt burned hotter than the heartbreak.

A knock came at the door, soft, careful. "Bub?" Rhea's voice carried through, a mixture of worry and gentleness. "Dinner's ready if you want some. No pressure."

Y/N swallowed hard. Her throat was tight, her eyes stung. She turned her face into her pillow and wiped at her cheeks. "I'm not hungry," she croaked, barely loud enough for Rhea to hear.

A pause. Then, "Okay. I'm coming in, alright?"

Before Y/N could even mumble a response, the door opened. Rhea leaned against the frame, arms crossed over her broad chest, her face soft but concerned. She took one look at Y/N's crumpled figure and crossed the room in two strides.

"Aw, baby..." she murmured, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Her hand, heavy but warm, came to rest between Y/N's shoulder blades, rubbing slow, grounding circles. "Talk to me. What happened?"

Y/N shook her head into the pillow, a fresh wave of tears choking her. She felt so stupid. How could she even start to explain it?

Rhea didn't push. She just sat there, hand steady on her back, offering silent comfort the way only a mother could.

Finally, Y/N rasped, "He broke up with me... over text."

Rhea stiffened slightly. "Over text?"

Y/N nodded miserably.

Rhea's jaw ticked. "What a little coward," she muttered, trying (and barely succeeding) to keep her anger in check. "You deserve so much better than that."

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. "I—I should've listened to you," she whispered brokenly. "You told me he was bad news."

Rhea exhaled slowly, brushing a strand of hair away from Y/N's face. "Bub, listen to me — this isn't about being right or wrong, okay? It's about you being safe and happy. And if he made you feel anything less than that, then screw him. You didn't do anything wrong, alright?"