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IRL!

(Tuesday, August 9th, 2022)

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WHACK!

I'm stunned awake by a pillow smacking across my face. WHAT the fuck?! Quiet laughs reach my ears and I narrow my eyes... on the inside, as my eyes are still shut. Because I WAS enjoying some fucking shut eye!

"Now which one of you of two do I have to kill?" I finally speak. "Hmm?" I wait for an answer but I'm met with silence. Now I know they're still there, I can feel their weight and warmth in bed- "I will shove both your asses off the bed." I warn, though sleep disagrees with me most times, after we checked into the hotel and ordered snacks I took three melatonin gummies and passed the fuckkk out, sleeping dead to the world. Not sleeping alone also helps, it always does.

"It was Denni." Rhea laughs and I just know she's pointing her long fingernail at her.

"Wha— uh, it was not!" Denni blurts out.

I finally pop my eyes open, thankful for our hotel's curtains shielding most of the light, the tv light shining enough to see, and launch the pillow over Denni's body to smash it on Rhea's face, causing her to let out a muffled noise.

"I know it was you." I huff playfully, shaking my head as I plop back down. "What if I wanted to sleep in?"

"You did sleep in." Rhea retorts at the same time Denni says, "We're hungry." I could eat.

"Ugh." I pull the sheet over my head. Of course Rhea thinks I've slept in... she never sleeps past  8am.

I can already feel the soreness from last nights match start to seep into my bones, begging to be worked out later at the gym.

"Crimmm, we're starving." Denni whines, shaking my arm.

"Bring me back four French toasts with bacon, please." I sing, snuggling further under the sheets already dreaming about Waffle House. "Ooo, and hashbrowns, extra spicy, add ketchup and hot sauce of course." Hey, I know my order.

"Aht, you're coming." Rhea argues. "We're celebrating." Suddenly the cover are pulled off of me and hands wrap around my ankles, yanking me down the bed before I can do anything. "Come on." She chimes, stopping before my body thuds to the floor. "Before I bloody suplex you."

I feel Denni scoot herself slowly to the edge of the bed and smirk. "Would love that actually."

Rhea hums, hiding her smirk as she drops my feet. I won. "Gotta buy me breakfast first." She winks. Is it a bad time to say 'are we about to kiss right nowww' or...

"On my celebration brunch?" I place my hand over my heart, throwing my head back. "Denni would never."

She blows me a kiss before holding her up. "I would buy Rhea breakfast though." She pauses. "No, wait... she makes more money than me." Her eyes tilt up thinking. "Actually, she should be buying me breakfast." Rhea scoffs, tossing a pillow at her. "Hey!"

"I'll take sugar mommy Rhea." I laugh, taking my opportunity to wrap my legs around her waist to pull her forward, sending her into the mattress. "Ha! That's for the suplex comment." I raise up to my elbows and dust my hands off proudly as Denni leans across the large bed that fit all three of us and crashes the pillow on Rhea's back.

"Now you're asking for it." Rhea says, looking up at us with a evilly fun smirk, eyes shining.

"Uh oh." Denni's eyes widen, quickly back tracking before Rhea grabs her hand.

"Should I riptide her onto the bed?" Rhea turns to look at me.

"What?!" Denni shrieks dramatically, God I love her, my fav drama queen. "Crimson's the one that sent you face first into the bed, not meee!"

"Mmm, that's right." Rhea lifts a brow at me, mulling it over.

"Okay, okay, I'll get up." I huff, not ready to Crimson Cut Rhea without coffee and not ready to feel a Riptide quite yet, though both would be landed on the mattress... ah, no, good first. "I'll kick and kiss your ass later." I hum, sliding off the bed.

"Finally." Denni sighs in relief, though I know she would've ate up Rhe and I wrestling in this hotel room. "Can we just go in our pj's?" She rubs her eyes.

I glance down at my sweatpants and sports bra, I've never heard a more perfect idea.

"Hell yes." I tell her at the same time Rhea says, "I'm not changing." She was also wearing sweatpants and a cutoff Judgement Day t-shirt and I quickly grab my own cutoff, but mine DX.

"Good, glad we all agree." Denni laughs, her match Victoria Secret pj's looked too cute to change out of anyway.

I know my face probably looks busted but I can't be bothered to fix anything, surely enough leftover mascara won't make me look too bald.

Denni's the first out the door, Rhea and I right behind her as I swing my hand to smack Rhea's ass... hey, it was right there. She jabs my ribs as I laugh and I immediately stop and smack her hand.

"Where you guys going?" Damian's voice snaps Rhea and I from our silent war of smacking each other and I look up to find him chilling on the couch, bed already made back up. He slept on the couch last night, after being having to be moved from our adjoining rooms because that floors ac and heating system broke down. I didn't object, too worn out after my match to really care. Besides, it's more fun this way.

"Brunch." Denni chirps, moving like a woman in a mission to get out the door.

"Wha-" He throws his hand up, "Am I invited to this brunch?"

I snort. "What if it was girls only?" I pause.

"You get Crimson this entire week." Rhea argues.

"I like still like breakfast." Damian counters and I laugh, shaking my head. Life would be so dull without these two.

"Yes, you can come."

"But if you aren't ready right now we're leaving you." Denni warns.

Damian looks down at his joggers and black t-shirt. "Yes ma'am." Denni smiles proudly to herself as Damian steps over and we head out the door.

"Where're we going?" Damian asks. "Diner? Denny's? IHOP?" My shoulders tense at the last one, hopefully none of them noticed.

"Waffle House." Rhea tells him.

I swallow, suddenly feeling like my mouth is full of cotton.

"CK, we gotta get you new shirts." Damian pulls me back, looking down at my DX shirt. "Judgement Day one would look much better on you."

"I have tons of Judgement Day and Damian Priest shirts." I look up at him, sending my elbow into his ribs. "You're just trying to get me out of my clothes, huh?" I smirk playfully.

"What's wrong with that?" He chuckles, pulling at my sleeves.

"Better have more Ripley shirts than any." Rhea interjects, glancing back over her shoulder.

"Oh, of course." I nod determinedly. "Of course, they're my favorite shirts." She raises a brow. "Swear!"

"My Rhea shirts are my favorite." Denni throws in, holding her head up high in Rhea's direction.

"You're just saying that so she'll sugar mommy you!" I shout at her as her and Rhea race ahead, Rhea winning because Denni can't run worth shit. She lifts her shoulders as she jogs ahead down the hall.

"Sugar mommy?" Damian asks, no hint of surprise at all in his tone used to us at the point, thought a bit curious.

"Yes." I answer him before hollering after Denni, "If I had a pillow right now I'd throw it at you!"

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𝟶ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʙɪsᴄᴜɪᴛ𝟽 sᴘᴇᴀᴋs!

Hey, heyyy!! Welcome back to Crimson Ustulation!!

Happy Monday Night Raw, especially happy mnr bc Liv & Raquel lost, can I get an amennn !!! The whole Bloodline Sami situation has been HIGHLY upsetting & enjoying me, so this chapter was MUCH needed therapy lmao.

I just love these kind of chapters, they're so fun writeee!! And yes Waffle House is a nod to Jey... They're gonna get along justttt fine bahaha <3

And yes I would pay MONEYYY to see Crimson & Rhea wrestle, even tho they'd never outside of fun... dream match? Lmao. And yes ofc Damian is coming to girls brunch, it's an absolute must!!

Anyways, the next chap is all Crim & Day, & y'all are gonna get some more Crim lore... hehe, until next time, mwah!! Thank y'all SO much for commenting, reading, & voting <3333