Requested by:

Superflash2255

Characters:
Y/n, Cora Jade

Plot:
Cora and Y/n are dating they have some time off so they spending time in New York Cora is looking at old photos albums from before she got her breast implant Y/n comes out of the room asking why she got the surgery she says it was something she wanted for a while she always looked forward to her boobs coming in when she was a teenager but they never did and says he wasn't complaining about them last night during sex Y/n smiles and sits next to her and kisses her they look at the clock and see it's time to go to the gym they both get ready and go the gym in their garage. 

Warnings:NONE

The bright New York morning sunlight seeped through the curtains of their cozy apartment, casting a warm glow over the room. Cora sat cross-legged on the plush living room rug, her attention fully absorbed in the old photo album sprawled open in front of her. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulder as she flipped through the pages, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

The album held memories from years ago—snapshots of her as a teenager, taken long before she had achieved her dreams in professional wrestling. A faint pang of nostalgia mixed with the amusement she felt looking at her younger self.

"Still looking at those pictures?" Y/n's voice broke her reverie as he stepped into the room, his hair slightly tousled, and a mug of coffee in his hand.

Cora glanced up at him, a playful smirk on her face. "They're vintage now. Practically a relic of the past."

Y/n chuckled and set his mug on the coffee table, sitting beside her on the rug. His eyes flicked to the album, landing on a particular picture of Cora as a lanky teenager with a shy smile. "You've changed so much," he said, his tone gentle.

Cora leaned back slightly, resting her weight on one hand as she studied his face. "Yeah, well, a lot can change in a few years. Some of it's good. Some... not so much."

His gaze lingered on her, noticing the way her fingers brushed absentmindedly over one of the photos. "Is that why you're looking through these? Feeling reflective?"

Cora hesitated for a moment, then closed the album. "Kind of. It's weird looking back sometimes, you know? Like, remembering all the things I wanted to change about myself."

Y/n's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

She sighed softly, her fingers tracing the edge of the album cover. "When I was younger, I always thought that once I grew up, my body would just... catch up. I used to look forward to the day my boobs would finally come in, like everyone else's." She laughed lightly, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "But they never really did."

He tilted his head, trying to read her expression. "So, that's why you decided to get the implants?"

"Yeah," she admitted, her voice quieter now. "It was something I wanted for a long time. Not because I felt like I had to, but because I thought it'd help me feel more like myself. And hey," she teased, a sly grin spreading across her face, "you weren't exactly complaining about them last night."

Y/n's face broke into a wide grin, and he chuckled. "Touché." He leaned in closer, his arm brushing against hers. "For the record, though, I think you're beautiful no matter what."

Cora turned to him, her smirk softening into something more sincere. "Thanks, Y/n."

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She melted into the gesture, her hand resting lightly on his cheek.

They pulled back after a moment, and Y/n glanced at the clock on the wall. "We should probably get moving if we're still hitting the gym this morning."

Cora groaned but nodded. "Ugh, fine. Let's go."

The garage gym was their sanctuary, a space they had carefully curated over the months. A mix of weights, cardio equipment, and resistance bands filled the room, along with a sound system that usually blasted their favorite workout playlists.

Cora was the first to change and head down, her fitted workout gear highlighting her toned physique. She began with light stretches, her movements fluid and deliberate. Y/n joined her a few minutes later, dressed in a sleeveless shirt and shorts, his energy matching hers as he started warming up.

"What's the plan today?" Cora asked as she adjusted her ponytail.

"Leg day," Y/n replied, grabbing a pair of dumbbells.

She groaned dramatically. "You're the worst."

He smirked. "You love it."

Despite her playful protests, Cora threw herself into the workout with her usual determination. They alternated between squats, lunges, and deadlifts, pushing each other to go harder with every set.

"Come on, one more!" Y/n encouraged as she powered through her final set of Bulgarian split squats.

"You're a sadist," Cora grumbled through gritted teeth, but she completed the set nonetheless.

Y/n laughed as she dropped the weights and flopped onto the gym floor, dramatically spreading her arms and legs like a starfish. "I hate you," she said, her voice muffled by the floor.

"You're welcome," he teased, offering her a hand to help her up.

Cora took it, letting him pull her to her feet. She gave him a playful shove once she was upright. "Don't think I'm going easy on you during your set."

They continued their workout, the gym filling with the sound of clinking weights and upbeat music. It wasn't just about fitness for them—it was about spending time together, supporting each other, and building a stronger bond both physically and emotionally.

By the time they finished, both of them were drenched in sweat and completely spent. They collapsed onto the bench, catching their breath and sipping from their water bottles.

"Not bad for a day off," Y/n said, his voice light despite his exhaustion.

Cora leaned her head against his shoulder, a contented smile on her face. "Yeah. Not bad at all."

As they sat there, the morning sunlight streamed through the garage windows, casting a warm glow over them. It was a simple moment, but one that reminded them of how far they had come—not just individually, but as a team. Together, they were unstoppable.