You’re done, it’s washed, it’s over - Judgment Day Blog

As you sat on the couch, your face twisted into a pout, you couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Your sweet tooth was something your partners wanted to deal with, especially Finn and Damian. However, Finn had taken matters into his own hands and placed a lock on the cabinet where you kept your favourite treats.

Dominik, who shared your love for sweets, was equally disgruntled by the development. He had been complaining about it to Rhea, feeling like the rest of the group was being a bit too strict about your sugar intake.

"They're just looking out for you, Dom," Rhea said, trying to be the voice of reason.

"But it's not fair! We should be able to have sweets whenever we want, we're grown adults." Dominik grumbled, his arms crossed.

Meanwhile, you remained on the couch, brooding. Your brows furrowed, and your frown deepened as you thought about your beloved snacks locked away from you.

The three of you seemed lost in your own thoughts until Damian, ever the peacemaker, decided to intervene. He approached the couch where you were sitting and, with a sly smile, gently pulled you onto his lap.

"Hey there," he said, his tone soothing.

You looked up at him, still wearing your pouty expression. "I want cookies."

Damian chuckled, his hands resting comfortably on your waist. "I know you do, baby, that's exactly why Finn put a lock on that cabinet."

Finn, seizing the opportunity to lighten the mood, couldn't resist joining in. He crept up behind you and began to tickle your sides, making you giggle and squirm in Damian's lap.

"Tickle monster strikes again!" Finn announced with a grin.

You erupted into laughter, your previous sulky mood forgotten. Dominik, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but chuckle too. Rhea smiled at the camaraderie among all of you.

You were home alone when the first rumble of thunder echoed through the skies. Your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel the anxiety creeping up as the storm intensified outside. Thunderstorms had always been a source of fear for you, but you were trying your best to stay calm. Both Rhea and Damian were away at the arena, busy with their appearances and wrestling commitments.

As the storm grew louder and more intense, your anxiety skyrocketed. You considered calling one of them, seeking comfort and reassurance, but you didn't want to bother them during their busy schedules. You knew they would worry about you, and that made you hesitant to reach out.

But Rhea and Damian knew you well, and they were always attuned to your emotions. Despite their own busy schedules, they couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. They exchanged worried glances, their concern for you evident.

Finally, Rhea picked up her phone and dialed your number. She waited anxiously as the phone rang, hoping you would pick up. On the other end, your heart skipped a beat as you saw her name on the screen. You took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Hey, babe. Are you okay?" Rhea's voice was filled with genuine concern.

You tried to sound strong, but the fear was evident in your voice as you replied, "I'm... I'm okay. Just a bit scared of the storm."

Rhea's heart ached hearing the fear in your voice. "Do you want me to come home? I can leave the arena and be there with you."

"No, it's okay. I don't want to ruin your schedule," you said, trying not to let your anxiety overwhelm you.

But Rhea was having none of it. "Don't worry about that. Your well-being is more important to me. I'll be there in no time."

Damian, who had been listening to the conversation, nodded in agreement. "I'm coming too. We'll be there soon, just hang in there."

You were torn between wanting them to be with you and not wanting to interrupt their work. But their reassurances were comforting, and you felt a little less alone knowing they were on their way.

As the minutes passed, you could hear the storm intensifying outside, and your anxiety continued to rise. But then, you heard a knock on the door. Your heart leaped with relief as you rushed to open it.

Rhea and Damian stood there, soaked from the rain, but with expressions of love and concern on their faces. They didn't waste any time and enveloped you in a warm embrace, holding you tightly.

"We're here now. You're not alone," Rhea whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"We won't leave you, okay? You don't have to face this storm alone," Damian added, running his fingers soothingly through your hair.

Their presence was a balm to your anxious soul, and you felt yourself beginning to calm down. The three of you huddled on the couch, Rhea and Damian on either side of you, providing a comforting shield against the storm.

As the thunder boomed outside, you squeezed their hands tightly, finding strength in their support. They stayed by your side, offering comfort and reassurance until the storm finally passed.

"Thank you," you whispered, looking at them with tearful eyes.

Rhea smiled and kissed your cheek. "You don't have to thank us. We'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Damian nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "We love you, and we'll always be here to help you through the storms, both the literal and metaphorical ones."