#// YEET

[punksyeet]

THIS IS WHY I AM PUNKSYEET. THIS IS WHY I DO WHAT I DO.

[jheachildren]

Fans after Dom betrayed Rhea, JD turned his back on her, Damian possibly distant, and without even A hint of JHEA:

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Sacrifices/ BTR Book 2: a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 16: Valentine’s Day

February 14th, 2025 5:48PM

Liv finished adding the final touches to Rhea’s makeup, the soft glow of the light purple glitter highlighting her eyes. She smiled at the transformation, the face of her best friend illuminated with joy. Rhea sat back, admiring the work in the mirror.

“I haven’t done your makeup in so long,” Liv remarked, looking at Rhea with a proud grin.

“I missed it,” Rhea replied, her voice soft as she took in the sight of her reflection.

Liv chuckled. “Remember when I fixed your black lipstick when we got tossed out of the ring?” she asked, leaning in closer to ensure everything was perfect.

Rhea smiled, her eyes filled with nostalgia. “Yeah, you saved me. You’ve always had my back,” she said with a playful grin. “You know… if I didn’t retire, I wouldn’t have minded continuing to put you over.”

Liv stopped for a second, her eyes meeting Rhea’s through the mirror. “Rhea…” she began, her voice quiet.

Rhea turned her head slightly, meeting her best friend’s gaze. “You deserve it so much,” she said. “I love that you and Dom are dominating right now. You two have earned it.”

Liv smiled, feeling a surge of warmth in her chest. She stood up and wrapped her arms around Rhea. “I love you so much, girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Rhea hugged her back tightly. “I do too, times 10,” she whispered back. “Now let’s finish before Jey has an aneurysm from us lagging.”

As if on cue, Jey’s voice echoed from the doorway. “I love you, Rhea, but the limo will literally be here any minute.”

Liv shot a quick glance toward him before rolling her eyes playfully. “Alright, hold on!” she called, grabbing the final touch: a clear pink lip gloss. She applied it carefully to Rhea’s lips, making sure it was perfect.

Jey sighed, but he couldn’t hide the fondness in his voice. “Dom’s waiting on you Liv.”

Liv smirked, applying the gloss. “I know, I know, I know, I’m ready,” she said, giving Rhea one last smile. She looked up and winked. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

Suddenly, the sound of a car horn blared from outside. Jey’s eyes widened. He pulled out his phone, quickly glancing at the message from Jeremiah. “Babe. The limo’s here!”

Rhea stood, grabbing her purse and making her way to the door. “I know! I’m going!” she said, feeling the rush of excitement take over her.

She hugged Liv tightly. “Make sure Jeyce and Jaciyah are in their rooms before you two go! And check on them if you come back before us!”

Liv waved her off. “Go, go, go!” she urged with a grin. “We got it!”

Rhea took a step back and blew a kiss to both of them before heading out the door. Jey stood in the hallway, ready to usher her out the door as they both made their way toward the waiting limo. Liv quickly ran to check on the kids, a sense of responsibility kicking in.

As Rhea stepped into the limo, her heart raced with anticipation for the night ahead. She felt the weight of everything that had happened, everything that was yet to come—but for now, she was living in the moment. With Jey by her side, and the night filled with endless possibilities, she was ready to enjoy what life had in store.

The limo's soft hum and the city lights flickering outside faded into the background as Jey's attention was entirely on Rhea as the drive progressed. His eyes traced the elegant curve of her neck, the way the black leather dress molded to her body, accentuating her every movement.

It was a striking vision-Rhea, effortlessly beautiful, glowing in the dim light of the limo.

The way the fabric hugged her frame was nothing short of breathtaking, making her appear as if she belonged in a dream.

Jey's heart ached with the deep, unspoken love he had for her, something he had never imagined feeling so intensely for anyone. He admired her strength, her grace, and the quiet way she carried herself, especially now as she was navigating this new chapter of their lives-pregnant with their child. Though her belly had yet to show the signs of it, he could see how her body had subtly shifted, a reminder of the new life they were about to welcome. His eyes softened, a mixture of awe and pride swelling inside him.

Rhea shifted in her seat, sensing Jey's gaze on her. She turned to meet his eyes, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Are you still there?" she asked softly, her voice filled with warmth, as if she knew exactly what was running through his mind.

Jey's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice, the playful tone grounding him in the moment. He reached out without a second thought, pulling her gently toward him, and their lips met in a slow, lingering kiss. It wasn't just a kiss—it was a conversation, a silent exchange that said everything words could never capture. In that one moment, Jey felt the depth of his emotions-how much he cherished her, how much he needed her, and how unbelievably lucky he was to share this life with her.

Pulling back slightly, he let his forehead rest against hers, his breath mingling with hers.

His voice was hushed, reverent. "I don't know how l'm so lucky to have you in my life," he confessed, his heart laid bare in those simple words. His fingers lightly brushed against her arm, tracing the soft curve of her skin. He had everything he could ever want— her love, their child on the way, and the promise of a future they would build together.

Rhea's heart swelled, her chest tightening at the tenderness in his words. It was moments like this-so raw and pure-that made her fall in love with him all over again. Her gaze softened as she smiled, eyes brimming with affection. "Joshua... I love you so much," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Every word felt like a vow, a testament to all the struggles they'd faced and the love that had blossomed between them, stronger than anything she had ever imagined.

Jey's heart pounded in his chest as she spoke, her words wrapping around him like a warm embrace. He leaned in, unable to resist the pull between them. His kiss this time was deeper, more urgent, as if he needed to remind her of the depth of his feelings-how much she meant to him, how she had transformed his life in ways he couldn't express.

As his hands roamed over her skin, the soft warmth of her body against his sent a wave of emotion rushing through him. Her skin was like butter-so soft, so delicate-and it felt as though everything inside him was awakening to the touch. He could feel the way she responded to him, her body leaning into his as they kissed, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. It was as though the entire world outside didn't exist anymore-there was only the two of them, wrapped up in each other, in their love.

For a moment, everything was still. Rhea's breath hitched, and her pulse quickened at the way Jey's hands caressed her, at the way he made her feel like she was the only one who mattered. She had never felt so seen, so loved, so cherished. Her heart raced with the certainty that this-right here, right now— was everything she had ever dreamed of.

She had found her person, and in his arms, she felt invincible. There was a peace between them, a quiet understanding that no matter what challenges they faced, no matter how their lives would change with the new addition they were expecting, they had each other. And that was enough.

"I love you, Joshua," she murmured, her voice a soft promise.

Jey kissed her again, this time slower, savoring the moment, knowing deep down that these moments-these quiet, tender exchanges-were the ones he would treasure forever. His hands cupped her face, as if trying to imprint the feeling of her into his very soul. "I love you more, Demi," he whispered back, his heart swelling with emotion. As the limo continued to glide through the streets, the world outside felt miles away.

The limo eventually slowed to a smooth stop in front of Table 104, a sophisticated restaurant known for its exquisite ambiance and attention to detail. The driver stepped out, rounded the vehicle, and opened the door with a slight bow. Jey exited first, offering his hand to Rhea as she stepped out gracefully. The evening breeze was cool, carrying a faint scent of salt from the nearby ocean.

Hand in hand, the couple entered the restaurant, where the soft hum of conversation and clinking glassware filled the air. A hostess greeted them warmly at the podium.

“Good evening, welcome to Table 104,” she said with a smile. “Do you have a reservation?”

Jey nodded confidently. “Yes, reservation for two under Fatu.”

The hostess spoke into her headset, her voice polite and efficient. Moments later, the restaurant manager appeared, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit. His demeanor exuded professionalism, but his smile was warm and inviting.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fatu,” the manager greeted, extending a hand toward Jey before gesturing toward Rhea, who blushed at the manager calling her Mrs. “please, follow me.”

Jey and Rhea followed him down a dimly lit hallway, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting. The manager opened a set of double doors, revealing a private dining room that looked like a scene from a romantic dream. Endless arrangements of flowers adorned the room, cascading over the edges of tables, lining the walls, and filling the air with their intoxicating fragrance. The centerpiece was a single round table draped in white linen, illuminated by the soft glow of a crystal chandelier overhead.

Rhea’s hand instinctively tightened around Jey’s as she took in the breathtaking display. She turned to him, her eyes shining with emotion. “It looks just like…” Her voice trailed off as her gaze swept across the room.

Jey smiled, leaning in close. “Just like in The Great Gatsby, babe,” he finished for her, his voice soft but filled with pride.

Rhea’s heart swelled as she turned toward him and kissed him gently, her hand brushing against his cheek. “You never stop amazing me, Joshua.”

The manager discreetly cleared his throat, guiding them to their table. He pulled out Rhea’s chair first, ensuring she was seated comfortably before gesturing for Jey to sit across from her. Once they were settled, he spoke with genuine care.

“Your personal server will be with you momentarily. And mam’,” he added, addressing Rhea with a smile, “your fiancé informed us of your exciting news, so we’ve taken extra precautions. All cooking utensils, pans, and oils used for your meal tonight have been meticulously prepared to avoid any cross-contamination, particularly with seafood containing mercury.”

Rhea’s expression softened with gratitude. “Thank you so much,” she said sincerely.

The manager inclined his head. “It’s our pleasure. Please enjoy your evening,” he said before leaving them in privacy.

Rhea looked across the table at Jey, her fingers tracing the edge of the fine crystal glass in front of her. “You told them about the pregnancy?” she asked, her voice filled with both surprise and admiration.

Jey shrugged modestly, though the grin on his face gave him away. “Of course I did. You and the baby come first, always.”

Rhea’s heart swelled as she leaned across the table and took his hand in hers. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Jey chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I’m just trying to keep up with you, babe.”

—

Meanwhile, on the waterfront, Dom had his hands gently covering Liv’s eyes, guiding her carefully along the dock. The soft lapping of waves against the wooden planks filled the air, along with the distant sound of seagulls. Liv giggled nervously.

“Dom,” she said, her tone half-warning, half-laughing, “if you push me in the water, I swear I’ll—”

Before she could finish, Dom removed his hands and said with a wide grin, “Surprise.”

Liv blinked as her vision adjusted, her jaw dropping at the sight before her. Anchored at the edge of the dock was an elegant, fully lit private yacht. The sleek vessel was adorned with delicate fairy lights, and on the deck, a waiting staff stood dressed in crisp uniforms, ready to welcome them aboard. The setting sun cast a warm golden glow over the scene, and the faint sound of soft music floated through the air.

Liv turned back to Dom, her eyes wide with delight. “A private dinner on a boat?” she exclaimed, barely containing her excitement.

Dom smirked, a spark of pride glinting in his eyes. Before he could respond, Liv let out an excited squeal and launched herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as she peppered kisses all over his face.

“You’re the best!” she said breathlessly, pulling back just enough to beam at him. “My daddy Dom!”

Dom laughed, his hands steadying her against him. “Only the best for my girl,” he said, his voice warm and filled with affection.

Liv kissed him again, this time more deeply, before hopping back down and grabbing his hand. Her infectious smile hadn’t faded as she tugged him toward the boat, practically skipping. “Come on! Let’s get on this thing before I pass out from excitement!”

Dom chuckled, letting her pull him along. As they reached the edge of the dock, a member of the staff extended a hand to help Liv up the short gangplank. She stepped aboard the yacht with Dom following close behind, his hand never leaving hers.

The deck was set up with a single, exquisitely decorated table for two, complete with candles flickering in glass lanterns, an array of flowers, and a chilled bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. The warm ambiance was perfect, and Liv couldn’t stop taking it all in, spinning around to see every detail.

“This is…wow,” Liv said softly, her eyes sparkling as she turned to face Dom. “You really went all out, huh?”

Dom shrugged, a modest grin on his face. “You deserve it. I wanted to make tonight special for you.”

Liv stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his neck as she looked up at him with a tenderness that made his heart melt. “You make every night special, Dom,” she said, her voice filled with happiness.

Dom leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling her into a warm embrace. “Then let’s make tonight unforgettable.”

As they settled at their table, the yacht’s engine purred to life, and the boat began to glide smoothly out onto the water. The city skyline shimmered in the distance, and the stars slowly began to emerge overhead, setting the perfect stage for their evening.

—

After Rhea and Jey had left, and after Liv did her final check-in with Jaciyah and Jeyce, the house fell into a calm stillness. Jeyce waited patiently until he was sure Liv and Dom had left for their evening plans. Once the coast was clear, he quietly opened his closet and pulled out the outfit Dom and Jeremiah picked out for him.

Jeyce grinned to himself as he got dressed, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. At twelve years old, this was the first time he had planned something like this—a secret dance with Demi.

After fixing his collar in the mirror, Jeyce grabbed his laptop and checked the time. Just as he did, an instant message from Demi popped up on the screen:

“Come over! He just left!”

Jeyce’s grin widened. He quickly glanced out his window, spotting Jeremiah doing his final patrol around the property. Timing was everything. Once Jeremiah rounded the far corner of the house, Jeyce swung his leg out the window and climbed down the trellis, his movements quiet and practiced. Landing softly on the ground, he crouched for a moment to make sure no one had heard him.

Sticking to the shadows and avoiding the security cameras, Jeyce snuck around the side of the house, careful not to alert his uncles, who were chatting animatedly near the edge of the property. He made his way to the lowest part of the perimeter gate, where he had stashed a step stool earlier that day. With a quick climb, he was over the gate and on the other side, his heart pounding with exhilaration.

As soon as he was a safe distance away from the house, Jeyce straightened his shirt, smoothed his hair, and started walking casually down the trail toward Demi’s house. Along the way, he spotted a bush of vibrant yellow roses blooming in front of a neighbor’s yard. The sight sparked an idea. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then carefully plucked one of the flowers by the stem. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something.

Flower in hand, Jeyce arrived at Demi’s house a few minutes later and knocked on her door. He tried to play it cool, but his palms were sweating, and his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

When the door opened, Jeyce froze. Demi stood in front of him, looking stunning in a black dress that shimmered softly under the porch light. Her hair thrown in a braid and her makeup was subtle, only some eyeliner and mascara but to Jeyce, she looked like a real-life princess.

He swallowed hard and held out the yellow rose. “Uh, this is for you,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

Demi’s eyes lit up as she took the rose with a warm smile. “Thank you, Jeyce,” she said, her voice kind and full of affection. “You look so handsome.”

Jeyce felt his face heat up. “You look… really pretty,” he managed to say, his voice emitting a small stutter.

Demi held Jeyce’s hand with a playful grin, pulling him inside her house. The warm light from the living room filled the space, giving it a cozy, intimate feel. She quickly pushed the coffee table to the side, clearing a spot for the two of them to move around. With a glance at Jeyce, she smiled and hit play on the stereo. The soft, familiar strum of “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out” by The Smiths filled the room.

Jeyce’s eyes lit up when the first few notes played, and he laughed nervously, but Demi only encouraged him with a wink.

“Ready?” she asked, her voice light with excitement.

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled Jeyce into the center of the room, their hands still clasped tightly. Instead of swaying, the two of them started to move with the beat, their bodies responding instinctively to the music. Demi laughed as she spun in a circle, pulling Jeyce along with her. He stumbled a bit but quickly found his balance, matching her energy.

“Like this!” Demi said, making exaggerated dance moves, her arms flailing in the air. Jeyce couldn’t help but laugh, his nervousness fading as he mirrored her actions, adding a few wild moves of his own. He twirled and dipped, feeling a sense of freedom that made his heart race with excitement.

They moved across the floor, laughing loudly as they danced out of sync with each other but still in tune with the rhythm of the song. Demi jumped up and down, pulling Jeyce to do the same. His laughter grew as he jumped along, completely caught up in the moment.

“You’re not bad at this!” Jeyce teased, grinning as Demi did a playful spin, her hair flying out behind her.

Demi grinned back, her eyes sparkling. “I’m a pro,” she joked, giving him a quick wink before they both broke into another round of ridiculous dancing, kicking their feet and swaying their arms with abandon.

Jeyce’s chest ached from laughing so hard. There was something freeing about this, something so simple and carefree that he couldn’t help but feel a rush of joy. It was like the whole world had disappeared, and there was just him and Demi, laughing, dancing, and having fun together.

At one point, Jeyce broke into a little slide across the floor, his arms outstretched like he was gliding on ice. Demi followed with a dramatic twirl, spinning into a series of jumps that made Jeyce laugh even harder. They were a blur of movement, their bodies working together in perfect chaos.

The song played on, its mellow tone mixing with their wild energy. They were dancing without a care, the music wrapping around them like a thread that bound them together in the moment. Jeyce never wanted it to end. It felt like they were the only two people in the world, and for a moment, nothing else mattered but their laughter and the fun they were having.

Demi caught her breath, her arms still moving to the beat as she looked at Jeyce. “You’re not so bad yourself!” she said between laughs.

Jeyce flashed her a grin, his face flushed but his spirit high. “I think I’m getting the hang of it!” he said, doing a goofy little dance move that made them both giggle uncontrollably.

And in that moment, dancing with Demi, everything felt just right.

—

As Jey and Rhea finished the last bite of their dinner, the server returned with a tray holding a delicate dessert, a small smile on their face. “Monsieur and Madame,” the server announced, “I present you our award-winning cannoli. Enjoy.”

Rhea’s eyes lit up as she took the first bite, savoring the rich sweetness of the filling and the delicate crunch of the shell. “This is amazing,” she said, her voice full of appreciation.

Jey took a bite as well, wiping a small amount of powdered sugar from his hands. “We’re definitely learning how to make these,” he said with a grin. “These are too good to not be in our kitchen.”

They both continued to savor the cannoli, exchanging playful glances between bites, both wrapped up in the intimacy of the moment. The dessert, just like the dinner, had been nothing short of perfect, and it was only made better by the soft ambiance of the private room around them.

As they finished the dessert, the door to their room opened once again, and the manager walked in, leading a woman with an elegant harp. The woman gently set the harp down and adjusted her music stand. The manager turned to Jey with a smile. “Mr. Fatu, your request is here,” he said.

Jey nodded in appreciation, smiling as he stood up from his seat. “Thank you,” he said softly.

He then looked at Rhea, his eyes full of love and a touch of mischief. “Join me in creating another memory?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Rhea’s heart fluttered as she gazed at him, then at the harpist, who had begun to play a soft, melodic tune. She smiled and nodded, feeling her pulse quicken in anticipation.

Jey extended his hand to her, and she took it without hesitation. They stepped into the center of the room, their movements fluid and synchronized, as if they had been dancing to this song for years.

The enchanting melody of "Young and Beautiful" by Lana Del Rey began to fill the space, and Rhea's heart skipped a beat. This was their song, the one that had come to symbolize so many moments between them.

As they began to sway together, Rhea rested her head against Jey’s chest, her eyes closing as she let the music wrap around them. The gentle strums of the harp were like whispers between their souls, each note pulling them closer together. Jey’s hand was warm on her back, guiding her in the dance, his other hand holding hers with a tenderness that made her feel cherished.

Rhea smiled softly, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of Jey’s shirt. She could feel the rhythm of his heart, steady and strong. They moved as one, their problems in the outside world fading until it was just them, the music, and the feeling of being completely in sync.

Jey leaned down slightly, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re perfect, you know that?” he whispered, the words only meant for her.

Rhea couldn’t help but smile, her heart swelling with emotion. “I love you..” she murmured, the words as natural as breathing.

He smiled back, his lips brushing against her forehead as they continued to sway in the soft glow of the room, “I love you always..” the harp’s music echoing around them like a dream. This was a moment neither of them would forget, a moment of peace and connection in the middle of the chaos of their lives.

As the song came to an end, Jey pulled back slightly, his hands still on Rhea’s waist as he looked at her. He could see the joy in her eyes, the happiness that only came when they were together.

“Another perfect memory,” he said softly, his voice filled with contentment.

Rhea smiled up at him, her heart full. “Another perfect memory,” she agreed.

—

Back To The Old House by The Smiths played softly in the background, the calm melodies contrasting sharply with the tension building between Demi and Jeyce. After a two hours of dancing and talking, they had finally sat down on the couch, both feeling content but exhausted. The night had been fun, and Jeyce couldn’t help but smile as he looked at Demi.

“I really loved spending time with you tonight,” Jeyce said, his voice sincere. He didn’t know how to explain how much it meant to him. She was someone special, and tonight had felt like something out of a dream.

Demi’s smile was warm and genuine. “I loved it too,” she replied, her eyes meeting his. There was a softness to her gaze that made Jeyce’s heart flutter. They sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence.

They leaned in gently, almost instinctively, their faces drawing closer. It felt natural, the space between them shrinking until their lips finally met. The kiss was a soft, hesitant peck, but it lingered longer than either of them had expected. Neither of them pulled away, as if time itself had slowed down for that one perfect moment. Jeyce felt the warmth of her lips against his, and it was everything he had imagined. Demi’s hands rested on his shoulders, both of them holding on to the moment as if it were a secret that only they shared.

But before Jeyce could move his lips, a loud voice erupted, breaking the spell.

“Demetria Bartley!”

Both Jeyce and Demi jerked apart, their eyes wide in shock. Neither had heard the door open, but now there stood Mr. Bartley, fuming with anger. Demi’s face went pale, and panic rushed through her. Her heart pounded in her chest as her father walked toward them, his fury evident in his every step.

“Dad!” Demi said, her voice shaky. She tried to explain, but Mr. Bartley wasn’t listening. In an instant, he pulled Demi away from Jeyce, his grip firm and angry.

Jeyce stood up quickly, his voice trembling as he tried to defend himself. “We didn’t do anything! We were just—”

“Go to your room, now!” Mr. Bartley snapped at Demi, cutting Jeyce off with a cold tone. He didn’t wait for Demi to respond; his anger had already taken over, and he wasn’t about to let his daughter get away with what he thought was inappropriate behavior.

Demi, still in shock, looked at Jeyce with a mix of fear and apology in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but hesitated, knowing there was nothing she could do in that moment. Reluctantly, she walked toward her room, her head down.

Jeyce felt his heart sink. This was all happening so fast. He had just shared a special moment with Demi, and now it was being torn away from him. He looked at Mr. Bartley, who was glaring at him as he turned toward the door.

“Come on,” Mr. Bartley ordered, his voice laced with anger. “I’m taking you to your parents.”

Jeyce nodded silently, his stomach twisting. He didn’t know what was going to happen next, but he followed Mr. Bartley out of the house. His mind raced, his thoughts jumbled. He wished he could have stayed with Demi, but now everything had been ruined.

As they reached the car, Mr. Bartley started questioning him. “Where are your parents, anyway? Do they know you’re sneaking around in my house?”

Jeyce swallowed, trying to keep his voice steady. “No, sir. They’re out.”

Mr. Bartley huffed, clearly not satisfied with the answer. “Is there anyone at your house?”

Jeyce hesitated, then replied, “My three uncles.”

Mr. Bartley frowned at that. “Did you get their permission?”

“No, sir,” Jeyce answered, his voice showing his fear.

They drove in silence for a while, the tension thick between them. Jeyce could feel his palms sweating, anxiety gnawing at him. The house he lived in was vast and imposing, surrounded by a gated property, but it had never felt more like a prison than now. Jeyce watched as Mr. Bartley pulled up to the gate, taking in the surroundings. Despite his anger, there was a slight shift in his demeanor, as if he was momentarily impressed by the size of the estate.

“Nice house, kid,” Mr. Bartley muttered, his tone softer now but still tinged with irritation.

Jeyce’s eyes flicked toward the gate as he spotted Jeremiah walking along the edge of the property. “That’s my uncle Jeremiah,” Jeyce said, trying to stay calm and keep the conversation from escalating.

Mr. Bartley gave a brief nod but didn’t respond. The tension in the air was thick as he parked the car, and Jeyce could feel his stomach churn with unease.

As they got out of the car, Mr. Bartley’s frustration hadn’t waned. Jeremiah approached the gate and saw Jeyce. Mr. Bartley looked at Jeremiah, his tone clipped and demanding. “I want to speak to Jeyce’s father. Now.”

Jeyce’s heart raced as they walked toward the front gate. This wasn’t how he imagined his night would end. His thoughts flickered to Demi, and a part of him felt desperate to see her again, to explain everything to her father. But for now, all he could do was follow Mr. Bartley and hope that the consequences wouldn’t be as bad as he feared.

—

Jey and Rhea were lost in each other's arms, the warmth of their bodies pressing together in the back of the limo. The atmosphere between them was electric, the chemistry undeniable after a perfect night filled with laughter, romance, and memories. Their lips met once more in a heated kiss, the moment stretching out, making everything else fade into the background.

Jey deepened the kiss, his hands moving to Rhea's back, pulling her closer. It felt like the world had stopped, and all that mattered was them, locked in a perfect embrace.

“God I could feel you..” Rhea murmured as she felt Jey’s member against her. Jey broke the kiss and he pulled her to straddle him. Jey kissed her neck and Rhea moaned as he began to suck on it, attempting to leave a love mark. “Im not wearing any underwear..” Jey pulled back and he said, “You are so fucking naughty..” They kissed once more, their needs urgent, but just as Jey was about to extend the moment further, the sudden vibration of his phone broke through the haze of desire.

Jey pulled back reluctantly, looking down at his phone, and saw that it was Jeremiah calling. He let out a quiet groan, frustrated that the night was about to take a turn. Still, he managed to kiss Rhea's forehead gently before answering the call.

"Hold on, babe," Jey murmured, his voice still thick with the aftermath of their kiss. Rhea nodded, wiping her lips with a playful smile as she got off of Jey, watching him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Jey answered the phone quickly. "Jeremiah, what's going on?"

Jeremiah's voice came through with urgency.

"Jey, it's bad. Jeyce sneaked out. He was at Demi's, and they-"

Jey's heart skipped a beat. "What happened?" he asked, his voice tight.

"He was caught kissing Demi by her dad. Now Demi's dad is demanding to speak with you," Jeremiah explained, his words tumbling out. "He's pissed, Jey. He wants you here now."

Jey took a deep breath, his mind racing.

"Alright, I'm on my way. Let him in, I'll be there in about ten minutes. Don't let Demi's dad leave."

He ended the call and leaned back into the seat, running a hand through his hair, trying to collect his thoughts. The last thing he wanted was to be dragged into a confrontation, especially not after such a perfect evening with Rhea.

"What am I gonna do with this kid?" Jey muttered to himself, shaking his head in frustration. He glanced over at Rhea, who was watching him intently, a raised eyebrow signaling her curiosity.

Rhea reached over and placed a comforting hand on his leg. "You'll figure it out," she said softly, her voice calm but full of understanding. "You always do."

Jey let out a heavy sigh, his mind spinning as he thought about Jeyce. The kid was growing up too fast, and sometimes it felt like he was taking unnecessary risks. It wasn't the first time Jeyce had done something impulsive, but this-this was different.

Kissing Demi, sneaking out, getting caught by her father... things were getting complicated.

"I just don't get it," Jey said, rubbing his temples. "He's a kid, but he's—." Rhea cut Jey off by placing two fingers on Jey’s lips. “Baby.. don’t stress yourself out right now.. let’s get through the talk with Demi’s dad and we will figure out what’s next..”

"Alright, let's do it..”

After some time, the limo smoothly pulled into the driveway, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. Jey leaned forward, glancing out the window. As the vehicle came to a halt, he noticed a black Camaro parked by the gates, its sleek lines unmistakable. That has to be Demi’s dad’s car, Jey thought, his jaw tightening. He was about to walk into a tense situation, and he had no idea what to expect.

The driver opened the door for Rhea, who stepped out first, adjusting Jey’s jacket that he had took just in case, with a small smile of reassurance. Jey followed, stepping into the cool night air, scanning the surroundings. The lights from the house illuminated the driveway, and in the distance, he saw the familiar shapes of his cousins—Jeremiah, Jeremy, and Jesse—standing in the living room, their posture rigid, as if they had been waiting for him. Jey and Rhea entered the house and walked into their living room, Jey’s eyes flicked to the small figure of Jeyce sitting on the couch, head down, clearly feeling the weight of the situation. But there was someone else in the room.

A tall man, covered in tattoos, stood just behind Jeyce, his presence imposing. He had a dark look in his eyes, and his stance spoke volumes. The man took a step forward as Jey approached and extended a hand, his voice deep as he introduced himself.

“Dacre Victor Bartley,” the man said firmly, his handshake strong. “And you must be Mr. Fatu.”

Jey, looking the man over for a moment, nodded, returning the handshake with equal firmness. “You can call me Joshua,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “First, let me apologize for my son’s actions. I, nor his mom or his bonus mother, have raised him like this.”

Dacre’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. He glanced around at the room, then looked back at Jey. “I’m divorced as well,” Dacre said, his voice lowering a bit. “I was actually on a date, came home early to check on Demetria, and found them kissing on my couch.”

Jey nodded, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. He had tried his best to raise Jeyce right, but this was a situation where no amount of good intentions seemed to fix the damage.

“I’m very sorry,” Jey replied, his voice steady but regretful. “He was on punishment for fighting earlier, and he will be punished more for this. It won’t happen again.”

Dacre considered Jey’s words for a moment, his posture softening slightly. “I know,” he said, his eyes softening just a fraction. “My daughter said your boy stood up for her. I respect that. I don’t tolerate disrespect, though, and what I saw on that couch is not acceptable.”

Jey nodded in understanding. This wasn’t about the kiss so much as the respect they needed to show each other’s families. He could appreciate Dacre’s stance, but he also understood his own son had crossed a line.

“I’m keeping my daughter away from your boy for a bit,” Dacre continued, his voice firm but not angry. “She’s never done anything like this, and I don’t want her making these kinds of decisions again.”

Joshua took a deep breath, processing the man’s words. “That’s fine,” he said, his tone even. “I respect your decision.”

Dacre nodded once more, then looked at Jey with a more neutral expression. “I think that’s all for now,” Dacre said, his voice not quite as harsh. “We all have to make sure our kids understand the consequences of their actions.”

Jey didn’t respond immediately, letting the silence linger for a moment as he glanced at his son, still sitting on the couch with his head down. The weight of the moment was heavy, but Jey knew it wasn’t over yet. There was still more to be done, lessons to be learned on both sides. He turned back to Dacre.

“I’ll take care of it,” Jey said, his voice carrying an air of finality. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

Dacre gave a short nod and, after a moment of eye contact, turned to leave. He gave a curt glance to Jeyce before walking out the door, heading to his car without another word.

Jey stood there for a moment, processing everything. His jaw clenched, and he let out a quiet sigh before he turned to his brothers. They didn’t need to say anything—he could see the concern in their eyes, feel the tension in the room.

He looked at Jeyce. “Come on,” he said softly, his tone firm yet fatherly. “Let’s talk.”

[perrybearwaks]

[camashred]

I understand the sentiment, but when you write RIP in a sentence please be careful with your presentation, cause I just saw someone sincerely post "Let her RIP 😔" and I immediately pictured them Beyblading their grandma into the fucking stratosphere.

[dont-be-tumb]

[as-i-watch]

If they chucked him like that he would not be so chill

[shroomiethefrogwhisperer]

Humans Are Crazy

Aliens have such different gender and biology from humans that none of them menstruate. So imagine this.

Alien: Human Steve, why did I find blood on the lavatory floor?

Steve: Oh, that's just Karen.

Alien: What??

Steve: Human females bleed from their reproductive organs once every month for five to seven days.

Alien: wHAT?!

Steve, calmly: Yeah, they can lose enough blood in a lifetime to kill ten grown men.

Alien: WHaT ?!?!

Karen, walking in: Steve, I need A FUCKING break. And chocolate. And a heating pad. I'll be in my sleeping quarters. Also, I threw up.

Steve: Okay, take the day off, I'll bring you your stuff in a bit.

Alien: *jots down in notebook* Human females are indestructible and fearsome. Regard them with respect.

EDIT: I swear, if this is the thing that makes me Tumblr famous, I’m gonna blow a braincell. And I don’t have many of those left, so…

Edit 2: Guys. Guys. What?! My grumpy menstrual rant is in no way worthy of being tumblr famous. *is mildly to severely confused/thankful/bumfuddled*

Edit 3: Why is this still getting notes wtf

Edit 4: STOP REBLOGING THISSSSSS

[necromosss]

*THROWS GLASSES ON GALE AND RUNS AWAY*

[foreverlyjay]

“Have fun, be safe, love you”

Roman to The Usos

🥹🥹🥹

[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Mama To Be ᰔᩚ

Plot: While expecting their first daughter, Gianna (OC) and her boyfriend Josh are going through all the emotions. Specifically Josh, who’s a nervous wreck and trying to protect his girls 24/7.

Warning: Hefty flirting & mature language!

My eyes flutter open as I wake up to an uncomfortable feeling in my lower stomach.

I look down and see my belly button area slightly moving, signaling that baby girl is awake and kicking.

I look over at the clock on my nightstand - 3:04am.

Motherhood is not for the weak!

I shake my head and smile softly, gently rubbing my belly.

I lay back on my pillows and look over to my left, my eyes met with my favorite sight: my beautiful man peacefully sleeping, his muscular and tattooed chest rising and falling, alongside light snores pouring from his parted lips.

It brings me so much joy to see him at peace, especially since he's gone through hell and back for this baby already.

Josh has been a very protective father so far.

He feels the need to be by my side 24/7, helping me with everything.

Even if it means staying up all night, he wants both me and our baby to be protected at all times.

I gently kiss his lower lip and lay back down, deciding to scroll on my phone for a bit.

About 15 minutes later, my stomach starts to rumble.

Not me being hungry at 4am! 🥲

I gently wiggle out of his arms, doing my very best not to wake him.

If he finds out that I'm leaving the room - or even the bed - without him, he'll throw a fit.

I swing my legs off the bed, step into my slippers, and quietly shuffle out of the room to the kitchen.

After a little while of seeing what we have, I settle for my current favorite craving: ice cream.

I take out one of the many containers of "Half Baked" from Ben & Jerry's that Josh got me yesterday, grab a spoon, take a seat on the counter, and dig in.

The flavor of the cookie dough and brownies mixed with the vanilla ice cream satisfy me immediately.

** Josh's POV **

Half asleep, I roll over to cuddle my lady some more.

When I feel an empty space and only bed sheets, I sit up immediately.

Where the hell is my girl?

"Baby?" I call, hoping she's just in the bathroom and that I'm overreacting.

When I get no response, panic starts to set in.

What if she's hurt?

What if she fell?

What if something happened to our baby?

Fuck!

I quickly hop out of bed and search all over the room.

From the closet, to the bathroom, to even under the bed - she's nowhere to be found.

I throw on some sweatpants and a hoodie, and race downstairs to grab my keys from the key hook near the front door.

I need to find my lady. And fast.

Just when I'm about to unlock the front door, I hear a familiar voice call from the kitchen.

"Baby?" Gianna calls from, what sounds like, the kitchen.

I instantly spin around and, when I see her, I fall to my knees in relief.

"Gianna," I say breathlessly. "Thank God."

She walks over to me and places a comforting hand on my back. "Baby what's wrong? Where are you going?"

I look up at her. "I couldn't find you and I panicked. Babe, it's 3:30 in the morning. Whatchu even doing up at this time?"

She takes a deep breath before responding. "I had a craving. And I didn't wanna wake you after all the stress you've been under lately."

She rubs her belly when saying that last part.

I hang my head, still trying to watch my breath, before standing up.

"Baby," I say, looking down at her and cupping her face. "I don't give a fuck if I'm up for two days straight and finally getting some rest. You need to tell me when you plan on going anywhere. So I can be with you."

She bites her lip and looks me in the eyes before responding. "Joshua, I'm pregnant. Not crippled."

"What?" I ask, tilting my head.

Where is this coming from?

Since when is me looking out for her an issue?

"Ever since I showed you that the test came back positive," she begins, tears starting to form in her eyes. "You've been super overprotective. And don't get me wrong, I love you for caring about me. For caring about our baby. And I know it's gonna pay off when he or she comes. But I need some freedom before I explode."

** Gianna's POV **

After finally telling Josh how I've been feeling, he just sits there with an unreadable expression on his face.

Is he mad?

Is he offended?

Fuck!

Why would I do this?

How could I do this?

After a long silence, I finally decide to speak up again and break it. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

As tears begin to roll down my face, I look down.

I hear Josh take a deep breath before gently lifting my face up by my chin.

"You don't need to be sorry," he reassures under his breath. "Because you're right."

My face goes from regretful to confused. "I am?"

"You are,” he replies with a soft smile on his face, stroking my cheek with this thumb.

"I've been so overprotective about you and our baby," he continues, reaching out and stroking my side. "That I didn't even take a second to think about how it might overwhelm you."

I bite my lower lip gently, not responding.

"The truth is," he speaks up again. "I'm scared to death. I'm scared to be a father for the first time. I'm gonna be responsible for a human being for the rest of my life. For the rest of our lives. And I've been one big ass worrywart. I'm sorry, baby."

He sniffles and lowers his head, wiping his tears away with his sleeve.

I just sit there watching, allowing the comfortable silence to roll on, not knowing what to say.

It’s not because I don’t wanna comfort him, but because he’s never opened up about the baby like this.

It’s almost comforting in a way, to know that he cares this deeply.

Of course I knew he does, but to hear him finally be vocal about his feelings, it means so much to me.

"I'm scared too," I finally reply, my voice just over a whisper, fiddling with my fingers.

He lifts his head again and allows our eyes to meet once more. “Really?"

I nod, giving him a soft smile. "Terrified. But I know that once baby is here, we're gonna rock parenthood. And we're gonna rock it together."

He smiles back and gently kisses my forehead before pressing ours together. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I reply, wrapping him into a hug. "You're gonna be the best daddy."

He immediately hugs back, kissing my shoulder and rubbing my back.

Once we pull away, he cups my face and we share a deep and passionate kiss.

"Half baked?" he asks, licking his lips once we pull away.

"Only the best flavor," I respond, folding my arms and smirking.

He gives me a mean mug. "Girl, hell nah. Cherry Garcia is where it's at."

"I guess we all can't have good taste," I tease before rolling my eyes playfully.

"Girl bring yo ass-" he squeezes my cheeks and pulls me in by my face for another kiss.

I giggle against his lips and, hand in hand, we make our way back upstairs to the bedroom.

He helps me back into bed and hops in himself afterwards.

Once we get comfortable, he lays on his stomach and rubs my belly.

"Daddy can't wait to meet you," he coos, feathering light kisses onto it. "And he loves you so much."

I lean my head back on the pillow and smile softly, playing with his hair.

I can't wait to watch him experience fatherhood - he's gonna be the best dad in the world.

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[yuukirita]

YEET

Took me like an hour- hour and a half. and I even made the effort for it to LOOP

[jheachildren]

*Kevin, walking, sees Rhea standing outside Roman Reigns and the bloodline dressing room*

Kevin: Rhea? What are you doing here?

Rhea: I'm waiting for my boyfriend.

Kevin: Oh,understand..

rhea: and you? what are you looking for here?

Kevin: ah, I-I...look for Randy, yeah, yeah..

Rhea: Randy's dressing room is almost on the other side of the room, not to mention how far it is from here.

Kevin: ...fuck. fine. ¿..Sami is there?

Rhea: ..*smiles* long live homosexuals. Yes, your boyfriend is there.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 7: animals by maroon 5..

Friday, November 29th, 2024 10:21 AM

Rhea’s hands stilled in the soapy water, the sponge motionless between her fingers as her mind betrayed her once again. The warm, humid air of the kitchen seemed to dissolve as her thoughts transported her back to the previous night. She could almost feel the weight of Jimmy’s hands on her waist, the way his breath tickled her skin when he whispered in her ear. A part of her burned with shame at the memory, but another part—a part she hated to acknowledge—felt a flicker of undeniable lust.

She stared out the window, her gaze locking onto the patio furniture outside. It was such an ordinary sight, but now it felt tainted, holding the memory of forbidden touches and secret words. The patio table mocked her as she tried to shake it off, scrubbing harder at the plate in her hands, but no amount of physical effort seemed to scrub away the emotions. Her chest tightened, a confusing blend of guilt and something far more dangerous swirling inside her.

Her trance was broken by the sound of Jey’s voice, pulling her back to reality with the sharpness of a snapped rubber band.

“Babe,” Jey called from the living room, his tone casual, his words so normal in contrast to the guilt inside her. “You wanna go out tonight with Joe and Galina?”

Rhea froze for a moment, the question throwing her off guard. She quickly plastered on a small, practiced smile before glancing over her shoulder toward him. “Yeah, sure,” she said, forcing her voice to sound light and unaffected.

Jey stepped into the kitchen, his presence grounding her in an uncomfortable way. He leaned against the doorframe on his good side, his good hand holding his phone, looking so effortlessly at ease. “They’re thinking about hitting that new steakhouse downtown. Sound good?” His warm smile should have comforted her, but instead, it made her stomach twist knowing what she had just done just a few hours ago.

“Sounds perfect,” Rhea replied quickly, turning back to the dishes in an effort to hide the unease flickering across her face. She couldn’t meet his eyes—not right now.

“Alright, cool,” Jey said with a grin. He crossed the room and placed a soft kiss on the side of her head before leaving her alone again. “I’ll let Joe know we’re in.”

She nodded stiffly, her heart pounding harder with each step he took away. As soon as she heard him retreat back into the living room, Rhea let out a shaky breath, gripping the edge of the sink as if it could anchor her to reality. But it wasn’t enough. No matter how hard she tried, the guilt, the confusion, and that unrelenting flicker of desire gnawed at her.

“This isn’t me,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched the counter. She wasn’t the kind of person who got caught up in messy, tangled emotions like this. She wasn’t someone who betrayed the people she cared about.

And yet…

Her mind betrayed her again, flashing back to the way Jimmy had looked at her in the moonlight, his gaze dark and unrelenting, his touch so confident yet gentle. She hated that it had affected her so deeply, that even now, her body betrayed her, her skin tingling at the phantom memory of his hands.

“No,” she said under her breath, shaking her head. She needed to pull herself together, needed to bury those memories and keep them locked away where they couldn’t hurt anyone—not Jey, not Jimmy, and certainly not herself.

But deep down, she knew the truth. What happened last night wasn’t something she could easily forget—or ignore.

After drying her hands, Rhea headed to the bedroom, trying her best to ignore the lingering thoughts that haunted her since the night before. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting warm beams across the room, but it did little to soothe the whirlwind in her mind. She clenched her fists once more for a moment, trying to shake the feeling, and focused her attention on the mundane task of putting the folded laundry away.

But as soon as her gaze landed on her phone sitting on the nightstand, her resolve faltered. She felt the pull, the irresistible urge to check her messages. Slowly, she picked it up, her stomach tightening with both anticipation and guilt. The screen lit up, revealing a notification from Snapchat. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Jimmy’s name.

She hesitated for a moment, her thumb hovering over the app. She shouldn’t open it, she told herself. She knew she shouldn’t. But her curiosity—and something deeper—won out, and she tapped on the notification.

It was a video. The clip was short, but it sent her mind spinning. The camera was angled down, showing Jimmy’s hand holding a pair of black lace underwear. Her black lace underwear. She recognized them instantly. His voice followed, deep and laced with mischief: “They are mine now..”

Rhea’s breath caught in her throat, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. A nervous laugh escaped her lips as she stared at the screen, the image now frozen on the last frame of the video. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Finally, she opted for a simple and safe 🙃 emoji, hoping to keep things playful yet ambiguous.

The response was instant. Her phone buzzed again, and another message appeared.

“I want more..”

Her chest tightened as she read the words. A rush of heat coursed through her, making her heart pound in her ears. Her grip on the phone tightened as her mind raced. The weight of what had happened last night suddenly felt heavier, but along with the guilt came an undeniable flutter of excitement. She wanted to ignore it, to push it all aside, but his words lit a fire within her that she couldn’t extinguish.

She stared at the message, torn between what she knew was right and what her body wanted. Her thumb hovered over the screen, typing and deleting responses over and over. Nothing seemed right, or maybe everything seemed too honest.

Rhea’s heart raced as she finally opened the Snapchat from Jimmy. Her eyes scanned over the message he had sent: “My mouth is yours… yours is mine.” The words lingered in her mind, stirring something deep within her. A mixture of desire and guilt washed over her, leaving her frozen for a moment.

Her thumb hovered over the screen, unsure whether to respond. She had told herself over and over that she needed to focus on Jey, on being the supportive girlfriend he needed after his injury. But there was something about Jimmy’s words that sent a jolt through her, scaring her slightly. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, but before she could make a decision, Jey walked into the room, snapping her back to reality. “Hey baby..”

She quickly closed the Snapchat app, hoping Jey hadn’t noticed her distraction. He looked at her, his face tired but still showing that playful smile. His arm was still in the sling, a reminder of the accident that had left him sidelined. He walked over to her and plopped down on the bed.

“I’m gonna take a nap,” he said, rubbing his temples. “I’m still woozy from these pills. Help me out?”

Rhea nodded and set her phone aside, walking over to help him. She gently removed the sling from his arm and guided him into a comfortable position on the bed. Jey’s eyes fluttered as he adjusted, clearly worn out. “What are you gonna do, babe?” he asked, his voice soft with exhaustion.

Rhea glanced at her phone one more time, hesitating, before she replied, “I’ll finish up the laundry, then I’m gonna go get my nails and my hair done. It is a mess.”

Jey smiled lazily and nodded. “Okay, I love you,” he said, his voice already fading as he drifted off to sleep.

Rhea leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before she went back to folding the laundry. The rhythmic motion of putting clothes away seemed to settle her nerves, but there was still an uneasy buzz in her chest that she couldn’t shake. As she quietly finished, she heard Jey’s soft snores fill the room. A small part of her felt relief that he was finally getting some rest, but the other part—her heart—felt conflicted. She couldn’t deny the electricity she still felt for Jimmy.

As she finished up, Rhea’s phone buzzed again, another notification from Jimmy. Her breath caught in her throat, but she fought the urge to look at it. Instead, she grabbed her keys and kissed Jey’s forehead before heading out of the room. She needed a distraction, something to take her mind off of her emotions brewing for both men.

Rhea climbed into her prized purple Jeep, slamming the door shut behind her. The familiar scent of the car calmed her, but her thoughts remained restless. She turned on the car and grabbed her phone. She stared at the Snapchat icon, the temptation so strong she could almost feel Jimmy’s presence beside her. The sound of her phone buzzing again broke the stillness. She knew it was him.

She hesitated for only a moment before unlocking the phone and opening the message. It was a voice memo this time. Jimmy’s voice slid through the speakers of her car, low and seductive. “You taste… so perfect… I wanna wake up to tasting you every day.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his words, and her stomach fluttered. A wave of heat spread through her body as his voice lingered in her mind. The desire that had been building inside her flooded back with full force. Rhea quickly turned her head, ensuring no one could see what was on her screen. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks.

Rhea took a deep breath and finally put her phone down on the passenger seat, as if the simple act of setting it aside would somehow make the situation less complicated.

—

Jimmy sat back on his couch, the soft fabric against his skin offering little comfort as his thoughts spiraled. In his hand, he held Rhea's black lace underwear, a physical reminder of what had happened last night. His mind replayed every moment—the heat of their shared intimacy, the way she responded to him. It was a feeling he couldn't quite shake, an overwhelming rush that had him smirking as he traced the fabric between his fingers.

He had done something Jey never could with her, and that thought made him feel a twisted sense of satisfaction.

The more Jimmy thought about it, the clearer it became that he wanted Rhea here, with him, in his condo. Not with Jey, not in Jey's house. She was his now—his possession, his prize to claim. The thought sent a surge of possessiveness through him, something deep and primal. Jey could never understand, never truly see what he had with Rhea.

But just as his mind wandered further down that path, a sudden ringtone broke through his thoughts. He glanced at the phone screen and saw it was a call from his boss, Hunter.

Instantly, Jimmy's demeanor shifted, the weight of the conversation falling on his shoulders. Gone was the cocky smirk, replaced by the cool professionalism that Jimmy had mastered over the years. The switch from possessive to business mode was as effortless as breathing.

"Hey, Hunter," Jimmy answered, his voice steady.

"Jimmy, how's everything going?" Hunter asked, his tone businesslike but cordial.

"I'm good, man. What's up?" Jimmy replied, his mind still buzzing from his earlier thoughts but quickly focusing on the call.

"I've got an idea I want to run by you and Joe. Could you and Joe be available for a video call in about an hour?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah, sounds good. We'll be ready," Jimmy responded, his mind now entirely on the work ahead. The business side of his life, the one where he wasn't consumed by desires or emotions, would take priority now. It had to.

"Great," Hunter said before ending the call.

As the line went silent, Jimmy set his phone down on the coffee table, taking a deep breath. The business call with Hunter would be just another task to check off. He had learned over the years how to compartmentalize, how to push certain thoughts aside when it was time to focus on work. But as the thoughts of Rhea and last night's events lingered in the back of his mind, he knew that there was still much more to come.

After some time, Jimmy sat at his computer, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk as he waited for his cousin Joe to join the video call. The anticipation of what was to come had him fidgeting slightly, his thoughts still split between business and his personal life. But when Joe finally logged on, Jimmy straightened up, forcing himself to focus. Hunter’s face appeared shortly after, his expression professional, but there was an underlying excitement in his voice.

“Thank you guys for meeting with me today,” Hunter began, offering a smile. “I wanted to go over your return, Joe, and Jon. I have some good news for you and Rhea.”

Jimmy’s attention sharpened, now fully invested in what Hunter had to say. Joe, sitting across from Jimmy on the video call, gave a simple nod, a sign he was ready to hear what Hunter had to propose. Hunter’s smile widened, and he leaned forward slightly, eager to share his plan.

“Solo is getting some serious heat with his Tribal Chief gimmick,” Hunter continued. “He’s been building momentum, and I want to capitalize on that. What I’m proposing is the return for you, Joe—better than before—with Rhea and Jimmy by your side. The old and improved Bloodline versus the elevated Bloodline, with Rhea as part of the faction. We’ll keep this storyline going for the long term.”

The words hit Jimmy like a thunderclap. His mind began to race, imagining how everything would unfold. The idea of having Rhea by his side, permanently integrated into the group, thrilled him. The concept of the “elevated Bloodline” sounded like something out of a dream that is too good to be true.

Hunter paused, allowing the impact of his words to settle in before adding, “And when Jey returns, he’ll join Solo’s Bloodline. It’ll be a complete battle for power.”

The room seemed to fall silent for a moment as the implications of what Hunter had just laid out sank in. Jimmy exchanged a quick glance with Joe, both men understanding the gravity of the situation. This wasn’t just about wrestling; it was about control, power, and positioning. A battle between the factions, each vying for dominance, and at the center of it all was Rhea.

“So, you’re saying this whole thing could evolve into a civil war?” Joe asked, his voice calm but tinged with excitement.

Hunter nodded. “Exactly. It’s a long-term angle, a chance to redefine the faction dynamic. We’ll see Rhea, Jimmy, and Joe as the elevated Bloodline, but we’ll have Solo pushing his own faction, with Jey eventually aligning with him. It’ll be a complete power struggle. And I think you two, alongside Rhea, can take it to the next level.”

Jimmy felt the fire inside him stir. The idea of going toe-to-toe with Jey, of fighting for power, was thrilling and very line-blurring.

“Sounds good, Hunter,” Jimmy replied, his voice full of resolve. “We’re in. Let’s do it.”

Joe nodded in agreement, the wheels in his mind already turning, preparing for the battle ahead.

Hunter smiled, satisfied with their response. “Great. We’ll start planning the return and by next Friday, the WWE Universe will welcome Roman Reigns once more. I’ll send you both the details. Jimmy and Rhea have a major role to play in this, so I expect full contribution.”

The call ended, leaving Jimmy and Joe to reflect on the road ahead. Jimmy’s mind raced, the sense of power and control only growing as the possibilities stretched out before him.

—

Jey downed his third glass of wine, the rich red liquid swirling in the glass before disappearing in one long gulp. He barely noticed the warmth spreading through his chest. His mind was elsewhere, distracted by the tension that had been inside of him since he and Rhea had came back home, the tension that he pushed aside since Rhea made her choice. Was it the pills? Was it the wine? Was it both? Rhea sat beside him, her laughter blending with Galina’s as they shared a story. It should have been a pleasant dinner—a double date—between Jey and Rhea, Joe and Galina. But for Jey, he let some of his colors show..

Joe’s deep voice broke through the light chatter, pulling everyone’s attention toward him. “Rhea,” he said, his tone casual but deliberate. “Have you gone over the new storyline yet?”

Rhea turned her head, her expression curious. “You mean mine and Jimmy’s?” she asked, her voice steady.

Jey stiffened at the mention of his twin. The mere sound of Jimmy’s name was enough to sour his mood further. He set his empty glass down on the table with more force than necessary, drawing a fleeting glance from Galina. His jaw tightened as he tried to keep his emotions in check.

Joe, unbothered by Jey’s reaction, shook his head. “No,” he clarified. “The elevated Bloodline storyline.”

Rhea straightened slightly, leaning forward with interest. “Oh,” she said, nodding. “I skimmed through some of the notes. It’s a power struggle angle, right? With Solo leading one side and you on the other?”

Joe leaned back in his chair, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Exactly. And you, me, and Jimmy are at the center of it.”

The mention of Jimmy again made Jey’s stomach churn. He couldn’t hold back this time. “Jimmy, huh?” he muttered, his voice low but dripping with sarcasm. “Seems like Jimmy’s name keeps coming up everywhere these days.”

The table fell quiet for a moment, the tension palpable. Rhea glanced at Jey, her expression unreadable. Joe raised an eyebrow, his smirk fading as he watched his cousin.

“Yeah,” Joe said after a beat, his tone cool. “Because Jimmy’s part of the storyline. Just like you will be when you’re back in action.”

Jey scoffed, grabbing the wine bottle and refilling his glass. “Sure,” he said, not looking at anyone in particular. “Can’t wait to see how this ‘elevated Bloodline’ turns out.”

Galina shifted uncomfortably, glancing between Jey and Joe. Rhea placed a hand on Jey’s arm, her touch gentle but firm. “Jey,” she said softly, her tone almost pleading. “Can we not do this tonight?”

Jey turned to her, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Do what, Rhea? Talk about how my twin’s suddenly the star of the show? Or how you’re part of his new little angle now?”

Rhea’s hand dropped from his arm, and her jaw tightened. “It’s work,” she said, her voice steady but cold. “You know that.”

Joe intervened, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge. “Alright, that’s enough. This isn’t the time or place for this.”

Jey shot Joe a glare but said nothing. He downed another sip of wine, letting the burn distract him from the growing storm inside.

Galina cleared her throat, trying to shift the atmosphere. “So,” she said, forcing a smile. “How’s physical therapy going, Jey?”

“It’s fine,” Jey muttered, not looking up.

Joe exchanged a glance with Rhea, who gave a small, apologetic shrug. The rest of the dinner continued in strained silence, the earlier lightheartedness replaced with unspoken tension.

As the night wore on, Jey’s thoughts remained tangled in a web of frustration and jealousy. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was happening just beneath the surface, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. And it had everything to do with Jimmy—and Rhea.

—

The drive home had been quiet, the kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful but tense, simmering with unspoken words and unresolved frustrations. Rhea kept her hands firmly on the wheel, sneaking a glance at Jey every so often. He stared out the window, his jaw clenched and his eyes distant, clearly lost in thought—and fueled by the wine he had consumed earlier. She wanted to say something, anything, but she knew it would only lead to another argument.

When they finally pulled into the driveway, Jey got out of the car without waiting for her, the slam of the door echoing in the still night. Rhea sighed, turning off the ignition and following him inside. The house was dark, quiet except for the sound of Jey’s shoes against the floor as he made his way to the bedroom. Rhea lingered in the kitchen for a moment, leaning against the counter and exhaling deeply.

The weight of the evening pressed on her. She had tried her best to defuse the tension at dinner, but it had been clear Jey was on edge, his mood souring with every mention of Jimmy. She hated seeing him like this—angry, insecure, and distant. But she also hated the way his accusations felt like a dagger to her chest, as though no matter what she said or did, he wouldn’t believe her.

Finally, she pushed off the counter and headed to the bedroom. Jey was sitting on the edge of the bed, still fully dressed, his head in his hands. He looked up when she entered, his expression unreadable. Rhea didn’t say anything, instead heading to the dresser to change into her pajamas. She had already showered earlier, so it was a quick process, but she could feel Jey’s eyes on her the entire time.

Climbing into bed, she broke the silence first. “Well, that was some night,” she said, her tone light, though the words felt heavy.

Jey scoffed, leaning back against the headboard. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Couldn’t just wait to talk about Jonathan, huh?”

Rhea froze for a moment, his words stinging more than she cared to admit. She turned to face him, her patience already wearing thin. “I don’t want to do this,” she said firmly. “I thought we were moving past it.”

“Moving past it?” Jey repeated, his tone mocking. “How am I supposed to do that when no one’s listening to me?”

Rhea frowned, knowing exactly what he was referring to. Jey had gone to Hunter this Monday, pleading for the romantic storyline between her and Jimmy to be scrapped. But Hunter had refused, insisting that the angle was generating too much buzz to be abandoned now. Rhea had tried to support Jey through his frustrations, but it seemed like no matter what she said, it wasn’t enough.

“I’m here with you,” she said, her voice softening. “Not with him.”

Jey let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, you wish you were there with him.”

Rhea’s chest tightened, her hands balling into fists beneath the blanket. “You’re not letting the kiss out of your mind, are you?”

Jey turned to her, his eyes narrowing. “Well, it’s pretty fucking hard to get it out of my mind,” he snapped.

Rhea reached out, trying to place a hand on his, but he pulled away sharply, the rejection like a slap in the face.

“I’m literally here with you,” she said, her voice rising slightly. “I chose you!”

Jey laughed again, but this time it was harsher, emptier. His next words were low and biting. “Have you fucked him?”

Rhea’s breath hitched at the question, her heart pounding in her chest. She met his gaze head-on, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her. “No,” she said firmly.

Jey stared at her, searching her face for any sign of deception. “I only kissed him,” Rhea continued, her tone unwavering. “And I told you this already.”

“And you think that makes it better?” Jey shot back, his voice rising.

Rhea’s resolve began to crack, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “I told you everything because I wanted to be honest with you!” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “Because I wanted us to work through this together.”

Jey didn’t respond immediately, his gaze shifting to the ceiling. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with all the things neither of them knew how to say.

“You don’t get it,” Jey finally muttered, his voice quieter now. “Every time I see him, every time I hear his name, it’s like it’s happening all over again.”

Rhea felt tears prick at her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “I get it,” she said softly. “I get that it’s going to take time, but you can’t keep pushing me away like this. I’m here, Jey. I’m trying.”

Jey turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before he looked away again. “Yeah but you kissed him..”

The words hung in the air, cutting through Rhea like a knife. She wanted to scream, to cry, to shake him and make him see that she was doing everything she could to prove her loyalty to him. But instead, she stayed quiet, her heart heavy as she lay back down beside him. Because… as much as Jey was here right in front of her… Jimmy was right in her mind already.

—

Flashback: 3:26 AM

The soft red glow of the digital clock illuminated the dark bedroom, the numbers glaring 3:26 AM. Rhea lay on her side, staring at the clock as if it held answers to questions she couldn’t bring herself to ask. The steady sound of Jey’s snores filled the room, a reminder of the man she had promised herself to. She glanced over her shoulder at him, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he slept.

A surge of guilt gnawed at her, but it wasn’t enough to stop her. Slowly, carefully, she slid out of the bed, her bare feet touching the floor. She reached for her robe, draping it over her black silk nightgown as she tied it tightly around her waist. Quietly, she slipped out of the bedroom, her steps light as a whisper.

The house was still, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator. As she approached the kitchen, she saw him. His broad frame stood outside by the patio table, his face partially hidden in the shadows. The sight of him made her heart race, her breath hitching in her throat.

Jimmy.

He turned slightly, his eyes catching hers as she opened the door just wide enough to step through. The cool night air from the open window brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Jimmy didn’t speak, didn’t need to. His eyes held hers as she walked toward him, her movements hesitant but deliberate.

When she reached him, his hands found her waist, pulling her closer with a touch that sent electricity coursing through her veins. His warmth seeped through the thin fabric of her robe, grounding her and unmooring her all at once.

“Rhea,” he murmured, his voice low and heavy with meaning.

She didn’t reply. Instead, she tilted her head up, her cyan eyes searching his brown ones in the dim light. There was a moment, a heartbeat where she could have stepped away, where she could have stopped this before it went too far. But she didn’t.

Her lips found his, and the world around them ceased to exist. The kiss was soft at first, testing, but it quickly deepened, fueled by the forbidden nature of their actions. Jimmy’s hands tightened on her waist, and she let herself get lost in him, in the moment.

This wasn’t the first time, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. The affair had started as a spark, a fleeting moment of temptation. But now, it was a wildfire, consuming them both.

Jimmy’s lips left hers, trailing down her jawline, and she let out a shaky breath, her hands clutching at his shoulders. For a brief second, the thought of Jey sleeping in their shared bed flickered through her mind, but she pushed it aside. She couldn’t think about him, not now, not when Jimmy’s touch made her forget everything else.

“We shouldn’t,” she whispered, though the words lacked conviction.

Jimmy pulled back just enough to look at her, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “We already did,” he said, his voice steady, certain.

Rhea closed her eyes, leaning into his touch as a tear slipped down her cheek. She hated herself for this, for the betrayal, but she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop.

Jimmy kissed her again, softly this time, as if to reassure her. “You’re mine, Rhea,” he whispered against her lips. “My possession.”

She nodded, unable to trust her voice, and leaned her forehead against his. For now, in this stolen moment, she let herself believe him.

Jimmy lifted Rhea up onto the patio table, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pulled her in for another deep kiss. He could feel her tongue exploring his mouth, and he knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes locked onto Rhea's as he slowly lowered her onto the table. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her black lace panties and pulled them down her legs, inhaling deeply as he brought them to his nose. "Fuck, you smell so good," he growled, stuffing them into his pocket.

Rhea moaned as Jimmy leaned down and began to kiss her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone. He could feel her heart racing beneath his lips, and he knew that she was ready for him.

He moved lower and undid her robe, it falling softly onto the table, his lips brushing against the top of her breasts as he pulled down the neckline of her nightgown. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently as Rhea arched her back and moaned.

Jimmy's hand moved lower, his fingers tracing a path down Rhea's stomach and into the wetness between her legs. He groaned as he felt how wet she was, her juices coating his fingers as he began to stroke her clit.

“Jimmy.. baby..” Rhea moaned as her legs opened more.

Jimmy covered her mouth with his hand, muffling her cries as he continued to stroke her clit. He could feel her body trembling beneath his touch, and he knew that she was close. He didn’t want to wake Jey up… although, he wouldn’t have cared if Jey saw the sight.

Jimmy lowered his head, his tongue replacing his fingers as he began to eat Rhea out as he got on his knees. He could feel her juices on his tongue, and he moaned as he tasted her. He loved the way she tasted, the way she responded to his touch. Rhea’s back arched at the way Jimmy was eating her out, it was such a surreal moment.

As Jimmy explored Rhea with his mouth, her thoughts raced, darting between the man on his knees for her now and the one sleeping peacefully inside the house. What am I doing? The question echoed in her mind, but her body betrayed her, leaning into Jimmy’s mouth as if it had a will of its own. Jey's face flashed in her mind—his smile, the way his hand fit perfectly in hers, the way he kissed her goodnight every evening without fail.

Jimmy's breathing was steady, his movements deliberate, calculated. He reveled in the way she responded to him, how her body seemed to surrender completely under his touch. The way her pussy ached for his mouth.

This was his moment, the culmination of days of tension. Rhea was his now—he could feel it in the way she clung to him, her hesitations melting away with every touch. She's mine, Jimmy thought, a smug grin pulling at his lips even as they brushed against her skin. Not Jey's. Not anymore.

"You're mine, Rhea," he whispered, and the conviction in his voice made her heart ache.

But I can’t be yours, she wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come. His mouth making her body agree to him.

And then something forbidden happened..

She came…

"Jey has never made you cum like that, has he?" he asked, his voice low and primal.

"No," she whispered. "No one has ever made me cum like that."

Jimmy felt a surge of pride as he stood up, his member straining against his pants.

"Good…”

Rhea adjusted her nightgown, trembling slightly as picked up and tied her robe. “I want to wait before we go further,” she had said, her voice soft but firm.

Jimmy had hesitated, his possessiveness warring with restraint, but he nodded. “Okay,” he said quietly, leaning in for a final kiss that lingered with unspoken promises. “But don’t keep me waiting too long.”

As he disappeared into the shadows, Rhea stood in the cool night air, her mind a mess of guilt and desire. She locked the patio door behind her and quietly returned to the bedroom, where Jey’s snores filled the silence.

Sliding back into bed, she lay still, staring at the ceiling as the weight of her choices pressed down on her. Turning her head, she glanced at Jey, his face peaceful and unaware.

“I’m here with you,” she whispered, the words hollow and meaningless even to herself. But the memory of the orgasm lingered, leaving her torn between the man she loved and the man who set her soul on fire.

[lilcreaturethingfromthewoods]

its so funny to me how law and cora have a very sweet relationship but the first time they met cora just