#cw lying

[anotherjheastan]

Up in Smoke - A Liv Morgan x Jey Uso Fanfic

CW: cheating (talking about past infidelity), suggestive, lying

Taglist: @plaidpajamallama @bebesobrielo @fafomama @miss-kuki-nz @isabella-2025 @yana3sworld @wrestlersownmyheart @tayswizzlez

Chapter 1: The Injury

June 16, 2025

Liv managed to hold back her tears until she made it backstage. Her grip on her forearm tightened as she was guided to medical by a staff member. On the way there, Dom and Raquel appeared. She tuned out their concerns. She was doing enough worrying on her own. WWE had big plans for her for the rest of the year. Depending on how serious this was, her bright and shiny future might fade to black. It wouldn’t be the end of her career. Just an abrupt end to a great run. And she wasn’t ready to be done. Not yet. 

Dom helped her sit down on the exam table and she acknowledged him, giving him a small smile. He was handsome and smart, but women were his weakness. This injury also needed to not be serious because she was sure Roxanne was going to offer herself on a silver platter next. She could see Puppetmaster Finn at work. He had helped Liv secure her spot after all and now they weren’t on the best of terms. She needed to be here to stop it.

She glanced over at the other exam table. The doctor was finishing up with Jey Uso. Her eyes locked with his. Liv thought her face was neutral but the way Jey’s face had the most sympathetic look on it made her wonder. He offered a small smile and Liv just nodded. He gingerly pulled on a shirt over his head, covering up his taped-up ribs. Jey paused before heading out. 

“No matter what, it’s gonna be okay. Alright?” he said, looking at her. 

Dom stepped to him and Jey’s upper lip curled. 

“Man, watch out,” Jey barked.

“You watch out. You don’t speak to my güerita,” Dom said. 

“Gentlemen, please fight outside. I need to examine, Miss Morgan,” the doctor said, shooing them. 

Liv saw Jey glance at her before walking out. She wondered what that was about, but everyone was sensitive when injuries happened. She shook it off. 

Liv bit her lip so she wouldn’t kick the doctor in the groin as he touched her shoulder. It hurt so much. He lifted her arm up to move her shoulder up and she let out a small scream. Dom and Raquel started questioning the doctor. He held up his hands. 

“We’ll put you in the ambulance and get you an x-ray at the hospital. That way we’ll know for sure if we can just pop it back in place or not. I have a feeling it might be a little more serious than that though. But hopefully I’m wrong.” 

“You’re definitely wrong,” Raquel said. 

“Only one of you can ride in the ambulance with her,” he said. “Let’s put this sling on you and get you ready to go.”

Liv sighed and wiped her eyes. Her eyes were already stinging with tears again. Uncertainty formed a knot in the pit of her stomach.  

“Umm, Rocky, can you take my stuff back to the hotel? Pretty please? Dom, can you ride with me?”

“Of course, baby,” Dom said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I got you, Livvy,” Raquel said. 

On the way to the ambulance, Finn and Roxanne appeared in the hallway. She felt her blood boil.

“I hope it’s nothing serious and you’ll be back soon,” Roxanne said. She seemed genuine, but she didn’t trust her. Liv nodded her head. 

“Keep us posted,” Finn said. “I’ll get your stuff, Dom.” 

“Thanks, hermano,” Dom said, bumping his fist to Finn’s. 

As Liv was strapped in, they gave her some pain medication. Liv cried on the way to the hospital. Dom stroked her hair and told her everything was gonna be alright and that he was here. She tried to relax, but she couldn’t help but wonder how long he would be there for her. He rubbed his nose against hers and she kissed him, desperate for a distraction. They kissed for a few minutes, not worried about the paramedic. Liv felt her unease fade away.

When they got to the hospital, she felt her unease flood back. She squeezed Dom’s hand and he kissed it. She took the x-ray quickly, but they ended up waiting for about an hour. The doctor came in with the worst news: she would need surgery and physical therapy. She wouldn’t be able to wrestle for at least six months. Six months?! That was the end of the year. Her 2025 was over. Her hot streak was snuffed out. She wanted to scream, but only tears fell. 

Dom carefully pulled her into a hug, her head resting on his chest. He kissed her forehead. The doctor assured her that she would be scheduled in Florida, near her home. She probably wouldn’t get surgery until Wednesday or Thursday because they wanted to let the swelling reduce. They gave her more pain medication. She started to tune stuff out. She just wanted to go to sleep. Dom was saying he would go home to grab some stuff and come and stay with her after surgery. Liv nodded, not really listening. Devastated that she would be missing Evolution, devastated she wouldn’t be able to perform in her home state at SummerSlam. She let the tears roll down her face and Dom wiped each one away as they walked out the hospital. WWE had sent a car for them and they rode back to the hotel. Dom updated everyone and Liv doomscrolled. She saw someone familiar in her Instagram DMs. They weren’t following each other so she almost missed it. She had a message from Ucey Jucey, Jey Uso’s real IG account. She made a mental note to check it later, not wanting Dom to see and get riled up again. 

At the hotel, Finn and Raquel help put their stuff in their hotel room. Dom helped Liv into her pajamas. His phone lit up and she saw he got a message from Roxanne. Dread pooled in the pit of her stomach. She felt it spread as he picked up his phone and smirked at the message. It looked like he was studying it. Could it be a picture? 

“Don’t cheat on me with Roxanne,” Liv said.

Dom looked confused. “I won’t.” 

Liv glared at him and Dom sighed. 

“Look, we’ve already talked about this. I won’t ever cheat on you again. Are we ever gonna, like, move past this?” he asked. 

It was a picture on his phone last time. Actually multiple pictures. She had grabbed his phone to hand it to him because he had gotten a message. She had done it plenty of times before. But the number wasn’t saved. She thought it might be a scam so she unlocked his phone and checked. Three pictures from a very naked, very busty brunette. Liv had scrolled up before tossing him his phone and looked at him expectantly. They had been packing to go on their press run in India. Liv knew she was gonna have to reach deep into her acting bag for the press when she saw him go pale as a ghost. He stammered he could explain, but what was there to explain? She knew it wasn’t some brave woman sending random nudes. He knew her. He had slept with her. Fortunately, they were already planning on staying in separate rooms so when work was done, she would lock herself in there. They had managed to work it out and were good by WrestleMania. When she was in Japan working on her movie, she had been nervous. And now it didn’t help that she was gonna be out for a while and Roxanne would still be there sniffing behind Dom.

“I’m trying really hard,” Liv said. “It would help if you made sure Roxanne didn’t become an official part of Judgement Day.” 

“Finn’s been working hard to recruit her and she’s helped you and Raquel.” 

“More like she’s gotten in my way,” Liv said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t want her in the group. Raquel will also vote against her. Get Finn and JD on board.” 

“I’ll try,” Dom said. 

“You better,” Liv said, before heading to the bathroom.

She brushed her teeth and haphazardly washed her face. She got in bed, lying on her left side. The pain medication was helping, but her shoulder still hurt. Dom got ready for bed. Liv scrolled and knew she wasn’t gonna be able to fall asleep. She made her way back to Instagram and read Jey’s message: 

Jey: Hey! I hope things went well at the doctor. Wishing you a speedy recovery. 

Liv: Hi. Things did not go well at the doctor. The recovery won’t be as speedy as I’d like. 

Liv was surprised to see he was online. He was typing. 

Jey: what’s the diagnosis?

Liv: Surgery. Out a minimum of six months depending on how I heal. 

Jey: Damn. I’m sorry. It’s gonna be tough, but you can handle it. Keep your head up. 

Liv: Why did you message me?

Jey: You didn’t just look sad. You looked broken. I didn’t like that. I know Judgment Day has your back so I shouldn’t be too worried, but at some parts during Jimmy’s recovery, he had a really hard time. He was missing the road and missing the ring. Feeling like he wasn’t gonna get another opportunity to stand out. And now look at him. You’re gonna be just fine. Fans were cheering for you while you were in Japan. They will be waiting for you to come back. 

Liv smiled. She felt Dom settle into bed next to her. He gently touched her waist. 

“You still up?” he asked. 

“Yeah, texting Raquel,” Liv said. 

“Okay. I’ll try to keep still, but if I move too much and bother you, just wake up, okay?” 

“Okay, papi,” Liv said. 

“Goodnight, mi amor,” he said. 

“Goodnight, babe,” she replied. 

Liv: Thanks Jey. I appreciate it. 

Jey: No problem. I know you got a lot of people in your corner, but you can count me in too. 

Liv: What does Rhea have to say about that? 

Jey: Rhea and I broke up in January. She’s got a new boyfriend now. Buddy Matthews. 

Liv: Ooo, sorry Uso. 

Jey: It’s okay. Some things just don’t work out no matter how bad you want them to.

Liv: True. I’m gonna try to get some rest. Goodnight Jey. 

Jey: Goodnight Liv.

Liv closed Instagram and resisted the urge to get on Twitter. She would deal with the wave of well wishes tomorrow. Dom sounded like he was asleep already. Liv snuggled into her pillow and closed her eyes. She thought about how the match should’ve gone, how she should’ve beat Kairi Sane. Soon she was fast asleep. 

[roseboy-in-training]

i may not know fuck about shit, but i sure do know shit about fuck

[sleepyfan-blog]

Day 15 - “You can take a break, if you just tell me that it hurts.” 

A/N: This is the next fic for whumptober 2025! List here. Thank you to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for letting me borrow his bastard Petras and poor Ramiel. Thanks!

Tagged:@egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts

@felinisnoctis @bookandyarndragonwritesdark

Warnings: whipping, corporal punishment, lying, manipulation, wrongful punishment, Petras being Petras, ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it

Summary: Lestras endures a punishment he was forced to take by the schemes of others. 

Lestras was kneeling in the main training room, head bowed, hands clasped in prayer. The very picture of a penitent sinner. His eyes were fixed on the ground, and his mouth was closed firmly. He was doing his best to keep his face in a neutral, calm expression, rather than the pained wince or the furious snarl that threatened to get him into even more trouble than he already was.

Reclusiarch Petras was standing ten feet away, overseeing his punishment, alongside Lestras’ own mentor, Battle Brother Ulrich Paragund. So far he had been whipped one hundred and thirty-seven times by a ceramite tipped and barbed whip. His back had been bleeding after the third strike had pierced his skin deep enough to force him to bleed. That had been over half an hour ago.

The Brother wielding the whip was not one that Lestras was angry at. He could hear the way that Ramiel’s breathing hitched every time the whip cracked, and it’s tip bit into the flesh of his back. He did not resent that Ramiel’s was the hand striking at his flesh - the young Chaplain in training had no more choice in this farce than he did.

Crack!  One hundred and thirty eight. 

Lestras could also hear the slight creak of Cedric’s gloves as the apothecary in training continued to watch his beating. He knew that it went against the other’s training to allow harm to come to his fellow astartes, but as the smug pig-fuckers had quoted to them, pain was a teacher.

Crack!  One hundred and thirty nine. 

That so long as Lestras did not pass out, or otherwise indicate that the damage being inflicted on him was more than he could bear, the punishment would continue until either he passed out, begged for mercy, or he was struck a thousand times for his insolence, and for allegedly being the one who had set up a prank that had humiliated the high marshal of their crusade by dumping a mixture of befouled water and lurid pink paint on his armor as he walked through the meeting door, to speak with the Sisters of Serenity who had come to visit. 

Crack!  One hundred and forty. 

Lestras had done no such thing, but the firstborn scouts who were almost certainly the culprits claimed that they had seen him setting up the bucket and rope trap, giggling to himself as he set up the humiliation. 

Crack!  One hundred and forty one. 

The young Primaris continued to breathe in through his nose, and out through his mouth, ignoring the barely restrained fury misdirected at him by Petras, nor the dark disapproval radiating from his mentor - who had not believed him when Lestras had told him that he was innocent. Not that Lestras had believed that the bastard would take him at his word, though a small part of him had hoped that the truth would win out.

Crack!  One hundred and forty-two. 

Lestras continued to softly murmur the Prayer of Salvation and Forgiveness, as he had been ordered to do. He tried not to let his speech falter as blow after blow struck his freely bleeding back. Time was an unending blur of pain, anticipation, and greater pain. It had no meaning, beyond each painful, vicious bite of the whip.

Crack!  Five hundred.

Petras spoke up, cruel amusement in his voice, disguised as mercy “You can take a break, if you just tell us that it hurts. Ask for a break and you will grant it. So far you have borne your punishment with the grace and stoicism expected of a Black Templar.”

Oh no, Lestras knew that trap. If he asked for a break, there was a good chance that the pedantic bastard would restart the whipping at zero, or at two hundred and fifty lashes. “I will bear the full brunt of the punishment assigned to me, Reclusiarch. I do not require a break.” The pain had long reached a point where it was difficult for him to breathe, and he knew that the fast healing factor of Primaris was helping his back to not be entirely a bloody mess, though the itching from the healing wounds - and as his back was re-flayed open only intensified the pain further.

But that was likely by design. 

“So you admit to the crime for which you are being punished? The truth will grant you mercy, and I will order Judicar Ramiel to stop at the next hundred, if you confess the truth.” Petras intoned, and the smug fuck had the gall to smirk at him.

Lestras took in a deep breath, counted to five - Crack!  Six hundred and ninety-three - before answering in as even and penitent a tone as he could manage through the pain and righteous fury “As I said before, Reclusiarch, I have been falsely accused. At the time I was reportedly rigging that bucket of paint and bile water, I was in fact in the conservatory reading star charts and meditating. Sir.”

“And as previously stated, there is no evidence to back up the claim, and four other apprentices reported seeing you in the area of the ship, with a bucket in hand and a devious smirk on your face. Are you accusing them of lying, apprentice mine?” Battle Brother Paragund demanded, voice harsh and sharp. 

Yes. But to accuse them of that would give him an additional two hundred lashes “I am saying that it was not me who they saw.” If the fuckers weren’t outright lying and had successfully pinned their prank on him because his training scores were better than theirs. The pain was getting far worse, and the vertigo from blood loss was starting to creep in. 

Crack!  Seven hundred and thirty six. He could do this. He could last the full punishment in one long, agonizing session and be done with it. Lestras would not admit to wrongdoing he did not commit, even to spare himself pain. He had to believe that the light of the god emperor’s truth would vindicate him. If not now, at some point in the future. He continued the prayers of penance and forgiveness, as he had been ordered, trying not to flinch as the sharp crack of the whip continued to reverberate over and over again in the Reclusiam. 

Crack!  Nine hundred and ninety-nine. 

Blood had been pooling around his knees for some time now. It had irreparably stained the hem of the robe he’d been wearing - though the top half had been rolled down to expose the full span of his back. The vertigo was getting really bad, and his breaths were shallow, to avoid aggravating his wounds. Nausea and pain warred for dominance within his mind and body. The final crack of the whip was deafening.

As was the sting of a needle injecting itself into his jugular. But the cool flash of morpha and the restrained-furious expression on Cedric’s face were sweet, sweet vindication. Lestra collapsed into his brothers’ arms as the medication and darkness took him into the land of dreaming.

[selfshippingquotes]

S/I: Have you seen my hat?

F/O, wearing S/I's hat: No. Why are you asking me? I haven't seen it. I haven't seen any hats anywhere. I would not steal a hat. Do not ask me any more questions.

S/I: Okay. Thank you anyway.

[clara-von-closen]

Mm! Drama. ...Ah, I fear my Elias's Beholding has rubbed off on me, just a little. Ah, well.

-C. Bouchard ( @until-death-and-beyond )

Ah, hello, Cordelia. Yes, I suppose there is a little drama. I hardly see why; all I'm doing is carrying out the Mother's will. Perhaps a little more eagerly than most think I should, but still unsurprising behaviour of me.

[aspd-culture]

What are ways (big or small) that Deceit in ASPD can present?

I would say that most of the time, it's what you'd expect. It's lying about things (and often doing so pretty well bc remorse doesn't give us away as much as it does prosocials) even if they seemingly don't matter. Sometimes, it's lying just to get the good feeling that comes with getting away with it. Sometimes, it's an urge to lie to strangers and get them to believe the most outlandish things for no reason at all - literally only to see if you can. As one might expect, it can manifest as big lies sometimes, like cheating (on a test/hw, at a sport, or on a partner) or using it to aid manipulation.

But more often it's lying to the cashier when they ask where you work, or lying to your boss about your hobbies, or making fake personas (either irl or online) and living in them for aome amount of time.

As a younger child, this may be seen more obviously. A child may lie about believing something just to try and convince other children or even adults to agree with it. I always used to hear as a kid adults say "that kid could hold up a blue object, tell you it's pink, and by the time they finish talking have you fully convinced it was pink the whole time".

I wouldn't say it looks horribly different to prosocial lying, except that as a child we are very unlikely to lie to protect others' feelings except our own (and Exceptions, if we have any) whereas prosocial children tend to almost exclusively lie for that reason when they first start lying.

Sometimes, the lying has some extrinsic gain (especially if it's one with a lot of risk of getting caught or punished), but not always. It can be it's own reward seeing how far we can get away with.

I hope this helped./gen

[heirofnepeta]

i am very normal about men

[reeseswritingblogforencanto]

"Julieta's new baby? You mean my youngest daughter?" Felix demanded and he saw the alarmed look on his mother in law's face.

Alma composed herself as she turned to Pepa.

"You lied to him! I get you're a grieving mother but you can't just tell him that Julieta's new baby was actually yours! You need to accept that Camilo's twin just... died..."

Pepa looked at her mother in horror, a storm cloud forming above her head.

"Félix, I am so sorry she had to lie to you and you had to find out this way, but I'm afraid that out of your twins, only Camilo survived. The other was stillborn and we buried it in the garden. I guess that Pepa fooled herself into thinking Julieta's new baby was hers and thus lied to you that I stole her and gave it to her."

All she could do was look at her mother in horror