#:))) YEET

[punksyeet]

AWOOGA

[jheasscult]

I will always love Jhea. Don't get me wrong, I love both of their ships with other people, but together they will always be my Roman Empire. Their ship/relationship is somewhat similar and complex at the same time, even their patterns.

They both have a toxic family. Jey is mistreated by Roman and lived under constant pressure of "we can't anger the tribal chief" and if they do, they all fight each other and end up forgiving each other.

Rhea, on the other hand, has her moments with her family. She's toxic with Dom but at the same time protecting him. And having to deal with the comings and goings of Finn and Damian. But in the end, they forgive each other. Being like an endless dynamic.

They both betrayed someone, not for the same reasons, but for similar situations.

Jey betrayed Roman by beating him and abandoned the bloodline, becoming an enemy of his own family.

Rhea betrayed Liv, abandoning their friendship and becoming enemies.

They were both betrayed, (jey more times than he can count)

Jey was betrayed by his family, Jimmy and Roman in one fell swoop, surprising him.

Rhea was betrayed in a single day by her family and her boyfriend, leaving her shocked and feeling alone.

both lost their titles. Rhea lost her title to Liv Morgan, who also took her family and Dom from her.

Jey lost his title to Bron, as his own brother distracted him and Jacob Fatu weakened him, leaving him heartbroken and perhaps feeling like a failure like Roman had repeated for so many years.

both have been attacked, both have been hurt, both have felt alone at some point.

both have saved the other. Rhea saved Jey from Liv Morgan, distracting Finn and JD so that Damian and Jey could emerge victorious.

Jey came out to defend Rhea from Judgement Day's attack, grabbing her hand and looking at the new Judgement Day with hatred on his face.

both emerged victorious from war games. Rhea doing yeet whenever she can.

Both were attacked from behind, leaving them outside for a moment.

Rhea was attacked by Raquel and Liv, injuring her and forcing her to leave for a few days.

Jey was attacked by Drew and was forced to be out for a few days.

They are both similar, but so different in their own way that I find it tender and adorable. That's why their ship seems so charming and eye-catching to me.

From my perspective, they are both each other's weakness and strength.

So...,long live jhea!

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Sacrifices (Book 2 of 3 BTR Series) a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 25: Maybe..

March 1st, 2025 2:11 PM

Jey worked out in his home office, sweat dripping down his back as his feet pounded rhythmically against the treadmill. He’d set the incline high and pushed himself hard, his focus on maintaining his stamina and strength despite his limited in-ring schedule.

Rhea was out with her parents, shopping in Stamford. It wasn’t often her parents visited, so Jey had encouraged her to spend the day with them. Meanwhile, their home buzzed with its usual chaos. Jesse and Jeremy made their rounds outside the property, ensuring everything stayed secure. Jeremiah watched as Bella and Barry, the playful dogs, were running around the yard, occasionally barking at nothing in particular. Storm, the aloof cat, was nowhere to be found—probably off scheming in some hidden corner of the house.

Jey’s focus was abruptly shattered when his phone began to ring on the desk next to the treadmill. He slowed the speed to a walk, breathing heavily as he grabbed a towel to wipe his face before glancing at the caller ID. Jonathan’s name flashed on the screen.

With a sigh, Jey accepted the call. “Hey, bro,” he greeted, his voice still slightly breathless.

“Hey, man,” Jonathan’s voice came through, casual but warm. “We were thinking about coming up to visit for a bit. Trinity said a weekend wasn’t enough time, so we figured we’d come up.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Jey said, stepping off the treadmill and stretching his arms. “I don’t mind. What day you thinking about flying in?”

Jonathan hesitated for a moment, as though gauging Jey’s reaction. “We were thinking Tuesday. Jaciyah’s birthday is Friday, so we figured we’d stay till Sunday.”

Jey froze, the words hitting him like a freight train. “Fuck!” he blurted out, his hand immediately running over his face in frustration.

On the other end of the line, Jonathan’s tone turned incredulous. “Wait, wait, hold up—you forgot your firstborn son’s 18th birthday?”

Jey groaned, pacing the room now, his frustration with himself growing. “Man, it’s been so hectic lately. Between Rhea’s pregnancy, Rhea still not opening up, her parents being in town, and everything else going on, it slipped my mind. Damn, Jon, I feel like shit.”

Jonathan laughed softly, though it carried a tone of disbelief. “I get it. But come on, this is Jaciyah’s 18th. We gotta do something good.”

“I know, I know,” Jey muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll make it up to him. I’ll plan something special.”

“You better,” Jonathan said, his voice lighter now. “We’ll help out when we get there. Trinity’s already thinking about what to buy for him.”

Jey let out a breath, grateful for his brother’s understanding. “Appreciate it, man. I’ll figure out how to make this the best birthday he’s ever had.”

Jonathan chuckled. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Definitely.” Jey said, cracking a small smile. “I’ll see you Tuesday.”

After hanging up, Jey leaned against the desk, staring at the blank wall in front of him. Guilt gnawed at him. Jaciyah was his firstborn, his pride and joy, and forgetting his birthday—even amidst all the chaos—was a blow to his own sense of responsibility.

Jey began to pace around his office, phone in hand, as he called his son Jaciyah. The line rang a few times before Jaciyah finally picked up. Jey paused his pacing briefly..

“Hey, Dad,” Jaciyah greeted, his voice casual but warm.

“Hey, son,” Jey replied, his tone light. “How’s everything over at your mom’s?”

Jaciyah chuckled. “It’s going good. Mom made brownies the other day, and man, I had a dang sugar attack. I was bouncing off the walls.”

Jey laughed, the image of his son hyped up on sugar making him smile. “I bet you were. Listen…” Jey hesitated, trying to find the best way to steer the conversation. “So, I hear someone’s got a birthday coming up soon.”

There was a pause before Jaciyah cut straight to the point, his voice brightening with excitement. “I want Rhea to make a triple-layer yellow cake with chocolate icing, I want a BBQ, and I want you to meet Daya.”

Jey blinked. “Hold up—who’s Daya?”

Another pause hung in the air before Jaciyah’s sheepish voice returned. ��The girl you caught me with.”

Jey leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. “Ah, so that’s her name. Alright, alright.” He chuckled softly, but his tone shifted to something more serious. “You sure about introducing her to the family? That’s a big step.”

“Yeah, Dad, I’m sure,” Jaciyah said confidently. “She’s important to me, and I want her to meet everyone.”

Jey nodded, respecting his son’s decision. “Okay, I hear you. So, no big party? Just a BBQ and cake?”

“Yeah,” Jaciyah replied. “Just something small with the family. Nothing too crazy.”

Jey smiled, a wave of relief washing over him. A smaller gathering would make things easier to manage, and he liked the idea of keeping it intimate. “Alright, son. I’ll make it happen. It’s gonna be a birthday to remember.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Jaciyah said warmly. “Oh, and tell Rhea I’m counting on that cake.”

Jey chuckled. “I’ll let her know. Love you, kid.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

Hanging up, Jey leaned back in his chair, already making mental notes of what needed to be done. He’d need to talk to Rhea about the cake and reach out to Trinity and Jonathan about the BBQ. And then, of course, there was Daya. Meeting his son’s girlfriend for the first time felt like a milestone of its own.

Jey couldn’t help but smile to himself. This birthday might’ve caught him off guard, but he was determined to make it a special one.

—

Rhea entered her and Jey’s house, bags of baby clothes in tow, her heart light with the excitement of the day’s shopping. The air felt comfortable and familiar, but there was a slight tension in her chest as she walked toward the living room, where Jey was waiting for her. He rose from his seat and kissed her cheek as she handed him the bags. Jey smiled as he saw all of the contents and set the bags gently on the coffee table.

“How was the trip to the mall?” Jey asked, a soft smile on his face.

Before Rhea could answer, her mother interjected, holding up a small onesie with a white and grey dinosaur design. “Oh Joshua, I brought the perfect onesie for my grandbaby.” Rhea’s mom was beaming, her eyes filled with love as she held up the gift, a pair of white booties and a matching beanie in her other hand.

Jey took the items from her mother and examined them with a smile. “It’s cute,” he agreed, his tone affectionate. He put the items into the bag and sat down on his spot on the couch.

Rhea, feeling the weight of the day catching up with her, collapsed onto the couch next to Jey. Her body ached from shopping and the long day, but seeing her parents’ happiness made it worth it. Her mother smiled at them both before excusing herself and Rhea’s dad, taking them to the guest room for some rest. The house settled into a peaceful quiet, just the two of them now.

Jey’s gaze was lingering on her with a mixture of affection and concern. “I forgot Jaciyah’s birthday,” he said, his voice tinged with guilt.

Rhea looked at him, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the underlying frustration. “I know you did, but I didn’t,” she replied softly.

Jey looked at her, confusion flickering across his face. “How?”

“I remember birthdays better than you,” Rhea teased, but the humor didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her tone held a hint of frustration, an emotion she had been carrying for days now.

Jey ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “What would I do without you?” he asked, his voice sincere, though a little playful.

Rhea’s smile faded as she leaned back against the couch. She exhaled deeply, her gaze distant for a moment before she spoke, her voice quiet but steady. “I don’t know… maybe think about that before you say something stupid like what you said to me in Titusville.”

Jey’s expression softened, his eyes searching hers. “Babe, I love you, but you’re still not over it?” His voice held a trace of frustration, but more than that, there was concern. He didn’t understand why this one thing was still lingering in her mind.

Rhea looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Joshua, what you said really hurt me,” she said, her voice steady but thick with emotion. “If you can’t see why I’m not letting this go…” She trailed off, feeling the weight of her words.

There was a long, heavy pause. Jey opened his mouth to say something, but Rhea cut him off, shaking her head. “Forget it,” she muttered under her breath.

Without waiting for his response, she stood up from the couch, her movements brisk as she grabbed the bags and turned away from him, heading toward the stairs.

Jey watched her, his heart sinking as he processed her words. He had hurt her, and despite his love for her, he couldn’t understand the depth of the pain she felt. He heard her footsteps fade as she ascended the stairs, leaving him alone in the quiet of their home.

Rhea, on the other hand, made her way to the bedroom, her thoughts racing. She didn’t want to let the hurt fester between them, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that what Jey had said in Titusville had exposed something deeper. Something he didn’t fully understand about her—about their relationship.

She laid the baby clothes on the bed and sat down beside them, her mind still on the conversation. She needed time. Time to process, to breathe, and to find a way to heal from the hurt.

For a moment, all she could think about was the weight of everything—the baby, her future with Jey, and the small things that seemed to pile up without resolution. Rhea sighed heavily, trying to find a way to center herself.

Meanwhile, Damian descended the stairs, his casual demeanor slightly dampened by the weight of the conversation he knew was coming. He took one look at Jey and, with a shrug, said, “What’s up?”

Jey sighed, his frustration clear. “Rhea again.”

Damian couldn’t help but laugh, more out of disbelief than amusement, as he grabbed a Sprite from the fridge. He sat down on the loveseat across from Jey and took a sip. “You really pushed her with that shit you said,” Damian remarked, his tone more serious now. “And you know what? I don’t blame her.”

Jey ran a hand through his hair. “I fucked up,” he admitted, his voice tinged with exhaustion. “I know that. I’ve admitted that. But why can’t she just forgive me and love me?”

Damian set his drink down, the weight of his words catching Jey’s full attention. “You do realize this is like the fourth time you kinda fucked up, right?” he said, his voice even but firm.

Jey shot him a confused glance. “What the hell do you mean?”

Damian leaned forward, his gaze sharp. “Well, first there was Portland, where you pushed her. Don’t even try to deny that one. Then there was keeping Jeyce from her after Takecia threatened you. She almost killed herself, Jey. She nearly ended it all because she thought she’d never have a chance to be your wife or be a mother to Jeyce. That’s not just a fuck-up. That’s something you need to really own. Thirdly, there was that argument back in January, when you called her out… if I remember correctly she needed to learn how to stop running away from shit.” Damian paused, his eyes narrowing. “Fourthly… Titusville.”

Jey looked down, guilt washing over him as each instance rolled off Damian’s tongue. But Damian wasn’t done. “And that’s not even mentioning the shit you did when you two weren’t together,” he added. “Like asking her to leave Matt while you stayed with Takecia. That shit? Took the cake. It was messed up.”

Jey winced, his chest tightening as the full weight of his mistakes hit him. “Okay,” he said quietly, trying to process everything.

Damian sat back, his tone softening. “Man, I get it. You love her. I can see it, but the way you’ve been treating her—it’s been a lot. And she’s been through enough shit already. She doesn’t deserve to keep dealing with your mistakes. You have to show her, not just tell her, that you’ve changed. That you’re not going to keep repeating the same shit over and over.”

Jey didn’t respond immediately. The silence between them was heavy, filled with the weight of everything Damian had just said. He wanted to argue, wanted to justify his actions, but he knew Damian was right. Every word cut deep, and he couldn’t pretend that things were as simple as just saying “sorry” and hoping things would go back to normal.

Finally, Jey spoke, his voice hoarse. “I just want her to forgive me, man. I don’t know how much more I can do.”

Damian sighed, his expression a mixture of frustration and sympathy. “You can’t just expect her to forgive you because you say sorry. You have to prove it. You’ve hurt her in so many ways, and she’s been loyal to you through it all. But now, she’s at a point where she’s probably wondering if you’re ever going to change. If you’re going to keep breaking her heart.”

Jey slumped further into the couch, the weight of it all bearing down on him. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I love her, but… I don’t want to lose her.”

Damian gave him a stern look. “Then stop making excuses. Stop taking her for granted. You’ve got to show her that she’s your priority. And more importantly, you’ve got to show her that you’ve learned from all this.”

Jey nodded slowly, taking in the advice. He knew deep down that Damian was right. He had taken Rhea for granted more times than he could count, and now it was time to prove that he was capable of doing better. If he didn’t, he feared he might lose her for good.

“I’ll do better,” Jey muttered, more to himself than to Damian. “I just need a chance to show her.”

Damian stood up, stretching out his arms. “Well, it starts with not making the same mistakes again. She deserves better than that, and if you really love her, you’ll show her that.”

—

Later on in the day, Jey gently tended to the roses in the greenhouse, carefully trimming away the dead petals, when he heard the familiar creak of the door opening behind him. He turned around to see Rhea’s father stepping inside, a look of quiet admiration on his face as he gazed at the barely-blooming sunflowers.

“I hear from my daughter that you have a green thumb,” Rhea’s father said, a slight smile on his lips as he took in the rows of plants.

Jey chuckled softly, wiping his hands on his jeans before straightening up. “Yeah, my mother was the gardener. Had me and my twin helping her every weekend morning growing up. It’s a bit of an inherited skill, I guess.”

Rhea’s father nodded, a look of understanding crossing his face. “Where’s your father in all of this? Was he around to help?”

Jey’s expression shifted as he thought back to his childhood. “My father was having a wrestling career,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I only saw him about two months out of the year. So it was mostly my mom, us kids, and the garden.”

Rhea’s father frowned sympathetically. “I can imagine how that must have been tormenting.”

Jey shrugged slightly, trying to push the old memories aside. “I managed,” he said simply.

The two stood there for a moment, the peaceful hum of the greenhouse filling the air as Rhea’s father moved to admire more of the plants. After a beat, he looked at Jey again, his tone a little more somber. “I believe you are the one for my daughter.”

Jey froze, a curious but cautious look in his eyes. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Rhea’s father glanced over at him, his eyes softening. “A few years ago, Rhea took care of her mom by paying for her entire cancer treatment,” he said quietly. “That woman was on her last leg, and Rhea… she did everything she could. Every month, without fail, she sent money for everything. I couldn’t afford it on my own because my retirement wasn’t enough to cover the medical bills. But Rhea, she kept us afloat. She did all of that without ever asking for anything in return.”

Jey’s expression turned somber, his gaze shifting to the ground for a moment as the weight of the conversation sank in. He hadn’t known. He hadn’t realized how much Rhea had been shouldering on her own, all the while dealing with everything in her life.

“I didn’t know Mrs. Bennett had cancer,” Jey said quietly, his voice full of genuine surprise and sorrow.

Rhea’s father looked at him, his eyes distant for a moment as he remembered the hardship. “Breast cancer. Almost took the love of my life away,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Rhea’s father sighed, taking a step back to admire the plants again, as though the memories were easier to face this way. “My memory does serve me right.. yup.. for about four years, every month, Rhea would send money. We couldn’t have made it without her. She worked harder than anyone I’ve ever known, and she never let us feel like a burden. Even when it was hard for her, she never let it show.”

Jey stood quietly for a moment, processing the gravity of what he was hearing. Rhea’s strength, her loyalty, the burden she carried all on her own for so long—it made everything that much more profound.

“She’s in remission now?” Jey asked softly, almost afraid of the answer but needing to hear it.

Rhea’s father smiled, though it was a bittersweet smile. “As of April 2022. Thank God,” he said, his voice heavy with relief.

Jey let out a soft breath, the weight of it all sinking in. “Thank God,” he repeated, as if to himself. He could hardly imagine the pain Rhea had gone through, and now it made so much more sense why she was the way she was, so fiercely independent, always carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“She’s a hell of a woman,” Jey said quietly, his voice filled with admiration.

Rhea’s father looked at him, nodding slowly. “That’s why I trust you with her,” he said, his voice firm but kind. “You love her. And I can see it, Jey. But you have to understand, there’s a lot of hurt she’s carried. She’ll never show it, but it’s there.”

Jey met his gaze, understanding the silent warning. “I know,” he said softly, his voice determined. “I won’t let her down again.”

Rhea’s father studied him for a moment longer before giving a slow nod. “Good. She deserves everything, Jey. Don’t forget that.”

Jey nodded back, his heart heavy with both the responsibility and the love he felt for Rhea. This was his chance, not just to prove himself to her, but to truly understand what she had been through—and do whatever it took to make things right.

Jey stood there, the weight of the conversation pressing deeper into him. Despite hearing the story of Rhea’s strength, something still gnawed at him—something he couldn’t quite shake.

“Did Rhea ever speak of me when she was with Matthew?” Jey asked quietly, his voice filled with curiosity and a hint of lingering doubt.

Rhea’s father paused for a moment, his gaze distant as he seemed to search through his memories. Then, with a slow nod, he responded, his tone thoughtful.

“She did,” Rhea’s father said, his voice laced with a heaviness Jey hadn’t expected. “I didn’t know this at the time, but at their wedding, my daughter asked us if she chose the wrong person.”

Jey’s breath caught, his heart tightening as he processed the words. He could almost hear Rhea’s voice asking those questions, torn and uncertain, just like the woman he knew.

Rhea’s father let out a long sigh, his expression softening. “I didn’t have it in my heart to tell her yes,” he continued. “So, I just told her that whatever she decided, we would be beside her.”

Jey swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in his chest.

Rhea’s father walked over to one of the sunflowers in the greenhouse, absentmindedly brushing his hand over the petals as he spoke again, his voice low and reflective.

“On her 27th birthday, I tried to talk to her about Matt’s behavior. I tried to tell her she deserved better, but she didn’t listen. She was stubborn, as always,” he said, a slight chuckle escaping his lips despite the seriousness of the conversation. “I love my daughter, I do, but sometimes she has to make a mistake in order to learn. And when she falls, I’ll always be here to help her get up, to help her learn from it.”

Jey absorbed the words carefully, understanding the deep care and frustration in Rhea’s father’s voice. It was a painful reality—that Rhea had to go through that period of uncertainty and heartache on her own, trying to find answers, trying to make it work with someone who wasn’t right for her.

Jey’s heart began to sink further. He had always believed in Rhea’s strength, but hearing how her family had witnessed her struggle, her father’s silent support, it hit him harder than he had expected.

“You did the right thing,” Jey said quietly, his voice full of sincerity. “Sometimes we have to let them make their own mistakes.”

Rhea’s father turned to face him, his gaze hardening slightly but filled with understanding. “I believe that, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I could see it in her eyes when she married him. She wasn’t fully sure. She was still running from the choices she had made, even though she was trying to convince herself she wasn’t.”

Jey nodded, the truth sinking in deeper. The guilt of not being there for Rhea when she needed him was still a heavy burden, but he knew now more than ever that he couldn’t dwell on the past.

“I’ll make sure she never has to feel that way again,” Jey promised, his voice firm.

Rhea’s father studied him for a moment, then gave a slow nod of approval. “I hope you do, Jey. But remember, it’s not just about the promises you make now. It’s about showing her every day that she can trust you, that she can count on you when it matters most.”

Jey’s chest tightened with resolve. “I understand.”

Rhea’s father gave him a nod of approval, then returned his attention to the flowers in front of him. “Good. I can see she’s in good hands. Just don’t break her heart, Jey. I’ve seen her hurt enough.”

Jey stood still for a moment, reflecting on the weight of his words. He knew what he had to do now, not just to make things right with Rhea, but to prove to her family, especially her father, that he was the one she deserved.

—

Later on in the night, Jey was searching for a good birthday gift for Jaciyah when he heard laughter. He put his iPad down and got up, heading down the hallway. He spotted a room door ajar and quietly peered inside. He could hear Damian and Rhea talking, and although he didn’t want to eavesdrop, the soft sound of Rhea’s voice made him stop in his tracks.

“That little thunderstorm you have brewing in your stomach is going to be in style,” Damian said, his voice playful.

Rhea’s laughter echoed through the hallway, and Jey smiled to himself. “You would get my baby a Judas Priest onesie,” she responded, amusement in her tone.

Damian chuckled. “Have you thought at all about who would be the godparents?”

Rhea sighed. “I wanted you and Kayden, but more than likely Jey is going to convince me for Jon and Trinity.”

Damian’s voice grew softer, and Jey’s curiosity deepened. “You have a say in this, you know. It’s not just Jey’s kid, it’s your baby too.”

Rhea’s response was filled with an unspoken sadness, and Jey felt his chest tighten. “I know, but I might as well just do what Jey says. Don’t want to get him angry.”

Damian’s tone became more serious, concerned. “Rhea… mamas’, you have to start caring about yourself.”

Jey stood frozen in place, listening intently, unable to tear himself away. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do with the thoughts racing through his mind.

Rhea sighed deeply before replying, her voice quieter now. “I know, I know… but it’s not just about me. It’s about Jey and his kids.”

Damian’s response was firm, a steady reassurance in his voice. “They are your kids too, Rhea.”

Jey felt the weight of those words. His kids. He hadn’t realized that Rhea might still feel like an outsider, even now. The thought of her doubting herself hit him harder than he expected.

Rhea’s voice broke through the silence, her vulnerability more apparent now. “I just don’t feel enough anymore. I honestly think my hormones are getting to me… everything makes me feel sad.”

Damian’s voice softened, a comforting presence. “Don’t blame your doubts on your hormones, Rhea. You’re allowed to feel what you’re feeling. But you have to start listening to yourself too. You’ve been so focused on everyone else—maybe it’s time you focused on you for once.”

Jey’s heart ached hearing that. He could feel his own guilt gnawing at him. He truly hadn’t realized how much Rhea was carrying on her own.

Just as he was about to step into the room, he stopped and Damian’s voice grew more distant as Rhea responded.

“I don’t know, Damian. I just… I can’t seem to get it right. It’s like everything is slipping away from me, and I’m just trying to hold on.”

Jey closed his eyes for a moment, pain and concern flooding him. Maybe today was the wake-up call he needed. Maybe he’d been so focused on his own guilt, on his own issues, that he hadn’t truly seen what Rhea was going through. He knew he had to make things right, and that started with understanding her—truly understanding her.

“Thank you for the gift, Damian, honestly,” Rhea said, her voice still carrying the warmth of their earlier conversation.

Jey quickly ducked back into the bedroom, hearing Rhea’s footsteps approach. He scrambled back onto the bed, grabbing his iPad, trying to act casual. He could hear her moving down the hallway, but didn’t know how much time he had before she’d come back.

A few moments later, the door creaked open, and Rhea stepped inside, holding the onesie in her hands. She walked to the dresser and gently laid it down without saying a word. Jey could see her silhouette in the soft light from the hallway, her movements deliberate but quiet.

She didn’t glance his way as she undressed, changing into her pajamas with the practiced ease of someone who had done it a thousand times. Jey watched, his heart aching as he realized just how distant she seemed in that moment. She climbed into bed on her side and immediately reached to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The space between them felt suffocating.

Jey set his iPad down, staring at the back of her head as he lay beside her. He reached out tentatively, his hand moving toward her shoulder, hoping to pull her close. But just as his fingers brushed against her, Rhea’s voice cut through the stillness.

“Not tonight.”

Jey froze, his hand hovering in the air. His throat tightened, but he swallowed, trying to fight back the hurt. “I need my button nose back…” he murmured, trying to make light of the situation, hoping she’d soften.

But Rhea didn’t respond with the usual warmth. Instead, she swatted his hand away, her voice cold. “Jey, I’m not in the mood right now at all. Just don’t touch me.”

Jey felt a sharp pang in his chest, the weight of her words settling heavy in his stomach. “Rhea, please,” he pleaded softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m trying here. I just… I miss you.”

Rhea didn’t move, her body still facing away from him, the space between them growing. She exhaled deeply, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with something raw. “I don’t have the strength right now, Jey. Just please… leave me alone.”

Jey’s chest tightened, but he couldn’t let it end like this. He needed to hold her, needed her to know how much he loved her, even if she couldn’t feel it right now. He reached out once more, but the distance between them felt so insurmountable. “I love you, Rhea,” he whispered, his voice thick with vulnerability. “I love you so much.”

Rhea’s voice came out sharp, a small quiver of emotion beneath the anger. “I love you too, Jey, but don’t fucking touch me right now.”

Jey pulled his hand back slowly, his heart sinking. He wanted to respect her space, to give her what she needed, but the ache inside of him was unbearable. With a deep sigh, he turned over onto his side, his back to her, and let the silence fill the room.

Both of them were there—physically, at least—but emotionally, they felt a world apart.

—

The next day, Rhea said her final goodbyes to her parents at the airport, hugging them both tightly. “I’ll send pictures of the bump soon,” she promised, her voice thick with emotion. Her mom kissed her forehead, telling her how proud they were, while her dad gave her a final piece of advice to take care of herself.

After parting with her parents, Rhea hugged Damian, wishing him well on his return to RAW. “Take care of yourself, D. I’m proud of you.” Damian smiled, patting her shoulder. “I’ll see you soon, and I’ll be keeping an eye on that baby bump.”

With the goodbyes said, Rhea made her way to the entrance of the airport, ready to head home. She walked out into the crisp air, spotting Jeremiah pulling in with her plum-colored Tahoe. She got into the passenger seat, offering him a tired but grateful smile. “Let’s go to Trader Joe’s,” she said, her mind already thinking of what she needed. Jeremiah nodded and quickly set the address into the GPS, pulling away from the curb.

Meanwhile, back at home, Jeyce and Jaciyah were glued to the PS5, completely absorbed in their game. Jey, on the other hand, was outside, making his way through the greenhouse, carefully tending to the roses. He wasn’t sure why, but he found comfort in the act of nurturing something. Maybe it was because it was something he could control in a time where everything else felt so uncertain.

As he focused on the roses, he heard small footsteps approaching. Turning around, he saw Barry, Rhea’s dog, trotting over to him with his tail wagging. Jey bent down, offering the dog a smile and a pat on the head. “I hope your mom forgives me soon,” he murmured to the dog, his heart heavy with the weight of his unresolved tension with Rhea. Barry let out a soft bark, as if in agreement, and Jey couldn’t help but smile.

Shaking his head, he returned to trimming the roses, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw a text message from Jon. It read: “Hey, we’ll be flying in on Tuesday. Our plane lands at 9 pm.”

Jey quickly typed back, offering his help: “I’ll pick you guys up at the airport. See you then.” After sending the message, he sighed, wishing he could find a way to make things right with Rhea. But for now, he focused on getting ready for Jon and Trinity’s arrival.

He glanced back at the roses, hoping that one day things would bloom again between him and Rhea.

—

Flashback: August 9, 2018 - 11:57 PM

The air in the hallway was thick with tension as Morris opened the door to the dimly lit room. Inside, the fiery redhead, Valerie, was lounging on a bed, her legs crossed and her attention focused on her phone. She didn’t look up immediately but continued texting as if the world around her didn’t exist.

Morris stepped into the room, his presence commanding attention, and the moment Valerie glanced up, her sharp green eyes locked onto his. “Why do you have so much regard for Black Mamba?” she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and something else, something dangerous.

Morris chuckled, a low, dangerous sound, and leaned against the doorframe, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her. “When did you think it was okay to start asking questions?” His tone was casual, but the edge in his voice was unmistakable.

Valerie shrugged nonchalantly, though her eyes flickered with the same intensity she had in her earlier question. “I’m just saying… my sister knows her, and she isn’t all that great in the—”

Before she could finish, Morris moved with lightning speed. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, pulling her face dangerously close to his. His breath was hot on her skin, and his grip tightened painfully.

“No one speaks about Mamba,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice low and threatening, the weight of his words hanging in the air like an iron chain. “Am I clear?”

Valerie froze for a moment, her eyes wide with the realization of just how serious he was. She swallowed hard, her defiance fading as fear crept into her chest. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice strained but obedient.

Morris held her gaze for a beat longer, then slowly released her hair, stepping back as if nothing had happened. Valerie, still shaken but attempting to maintain her composure, quickly looked away, her phone now forgotten in her hands.

Morris gave a nod, his smirk returning as if nothing had transpired. “Good,” he said, turning to leave the room. “Remember, Valerie… some things are better left unsaid.”

As the door clicked shut behind him, the room was left in silence, the air heavy with unspoken tension.

[rainbowgod666]

The betty...

[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

edit 5: if you like this, go look at these:

This is now a masterlist.

[necromosss]

*THROWS GLASSES ON GALE AND RUNS AWAY*

[foreverlyjay]

“Have fun, be safe, love you”

Roman to The Usos

🥹🥹🥹

[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Unwrapped ᰔᩚ

Plot: Gianna (OC) takes advantage of the one time a year where her man will let her spoil him rotten, and ends up being spoiled herself.

Warning: Hefty flirting & smut!

The soft sound of Bryson Tiller's "Winter Wonderland" pours out of the TV and takes over the living room as we're sat by the tree, wrapping gifts for the twins.

"And then I got him this as well," Trin exclaims, holding up a San Francisco 49ers, Jon and Josh's favorite football team, bomber jacket.

"Damn girl," I tease, popping my neck. "You spoiled that man rotten this year."

Before the jacket, she showed me four other gifts for Jon: a new watch, a couple of hoodies from Nike, and new cologne.

She giggles and I smile, reaching out to feel one of the sleeves. "It's so cute. And super soft too. He's gonna love it."

She squeals in excitement and folds it, before placing it back into it's box.

"What'd you get Josh?" she asks, starting to fold snowman themed wrapping paper around the box.

I reach over to the left of me and slide over a shopping bag filled with clothes from Nike, his favorite clothing brand, as well as a tiny bag labeled Cartier.

"Cartier?!" Trin calls out in shock. "And I spoiled Jon? You're a whole ass sugar mama!"

I burst into laughter and playfully swat her shoulder.

Her eyes widen when I open the cushioned box, revealing a diamond bracelet to go with his favorite silver chain.

"Oh my god Gi," she coos, picking it up ever so gently. "It's gorgeous."

I smile softly, thinking about his reaction when he sees it for the first time.

"Isn't it?" I reply in agreement. "I fell in love with it the second I walked up to the counter. I just hope he likes it."

She sucks her teeth. "He better because, bitch if he doesn't, I know someone that will right here."

She points to herself when saying that last part.

I chuckle and playfully shake my head. "Noted, sis!"

"Nah girl but seriously," she continues. "You always know how to keep that man looking and feeling like a million bucks."

I smile and flick my hair to the side. "And best believe he does the same for me nightly!"

Her mouth drops open and we burst into laughter, as I close the box up once more.

Instead of wrapping it, I put in some red tissue paper to match the maroon colored bag and gently place the box inside, fluffing out the paper so that it looks presentable.

Once I'm satisfied, Trin picks up a box filled with bows and hands me a silver one.

"Add this to make it pop," she suggests, as I take it.

I stick it onto the bag and, sure enough, it does the job.

"This is why I needed to do this with you," I exclaim, pulling her into a hug.

She giggles and hugs me back. "It's an honor, babygirl."

We share another laugh and finish wrapping the presents, making more small talk.

—————————————————————————————————

It's about an hour later, and Trin and I decided to make some hot cocoa.

As I'm grabbing marshmallows, the boys burst through the front door, holding what must be five shopping bags each.

They set them down in the living room and come over to greet us.

Josh and Trin & Jon and I share hugs before they swap places and Josh comes over to me.

"Hey baby," he coos, wrapping his arms around me.

"Hi love," I reply before pressing our lips together for a quick kiss. "Ooh you're cold."

He chuckles and kisses my temple before we separate and I bring the marshmallows over to the counter.

"How was shopping?" Trin asks them, looking up at Jon.

Jon looks over at Josh with a smirk. "Very.....successful?"

Josh smirks back and nods in agreement. "Very successful."

I look over at Trin with an eyebrow raised. "What are you weirdos up to?"

They chuckle in response and Jon speaks up. "Christmas ain't the time to ask questions, sis."

I playfully roll my eyes as Josh agrees.

"Anywho," Josh cuts in, changing the subject. “Is that hot chocolate?”

I nod and throw some marshmallows into and hand him a mug. "It'll warm you guys up."

Trin agrees and does the same for Jon.

They take a sip and hum in unison, causing us all to share a laugh.

—————————————————————————————————

The horn of Jon and Trin's SUV honks as they roll down the street and out of sight.

Josh and I wave and, eventually, head back inside.

"So," he begins, sitting onto the sofa and gently pulling me down onto his lap by my waist. "How was your day, mama?"

I run my fingers through his hair, leaning back onto his shoulder. "It was fun. Trin and I spent most of it wrapping presents."

I nod towards the tree when saying that last part.

He smiles softly, stroking my side. "Baby you didn't have to get me anything."

"Of course I did," I reply, turning to him and now fully straddling him. "You treat me like a princess 24/7. The least I can do is spoil you on the one holiday that you'll let me."

He chuckles and places his hands on my waist, slowing making their way to my ass and grabbing handfuls of it. "Fair enough, baby. Thank you."

I smile and cup his face, pressing my lips to his.

The kiss turns steamy quick, as he almost automatically adds tongue and massages my ass in his hands, making me arch my back and my hips grind against his lap.

He slowly trails wet kisses down my neck and collarbone, while I tilt my head and let out light moans in response.

"Baby," I moan, my voice just above a whisper.

“Shh,” he shushes me. “I missed you today, baby. I missed this. Did you miss daddy too?”

I nod immediately. “S-so much.”

He smiles and finds my sweet spot, in the nape of my neck.

“J-Joshua,” I moan, gripping his hair a little tighter.

"That’s right baby,” he coos, giving me even more kisses. “Moan my name just like that, sexy girl.”

"I-I can't help it," I reply, nuzzling my face into his neck shyly. "Your mouth is insane."

He chuckles and cups my face, lifting it up gently. "Don't get all shy on me now, girl. I know what you want."

I raise an eyebrow and brush my nose against his. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

He smirks and scans my body in his arms. "To have trouble walking tomorrow morning."

My face immediately starts flushing and becomes hot to the touch.

He's not wrong.

"And," he continues, standing up and taking me along with him, holding me up by my thighs. "I've got just the thing for my babygirl."

I raise an eyebrow curiously, as he grabs a bag from under the tree and takes us upstairs.

"Baby," I begin, once we make it to our bedroom. "It's nowhere near Christmas yet."

He smiles softly and holds out the bag to me. "Consider it an early gift. To my babygirl from her daddy."

I take a deep breath and open the bag, pulling out a lingerie set.

But not just any lingerie set, a holiday themed one: soft, red, and lined with white fur, alongside a mini-skirt and a shawl to go over the bra.

"This is so cute," I coo, setting it down and reaching up to hug and kiss him. "Thank you, baby."

He smiles and kisses back. "I'm glad you like it, mama. Go try it on, yeah?"

I nod and head into the bathroom.

Once finished, I style my hair and throw on some red lipstick for fun, just to set the vibes.

"Fuck baby," Josh mutters under his breath, scanning my body when I walk out.

I smile, fluffing my hair and giving him a twirl. "Does it look okay?"

He stands up and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Baby, it looks more than okay. You look so fucking hot.”

I blush slightly before he gently grips my throat and pulls me into a deep kiss.

I moan against his lips, as our tongues swirl together and hands roam each other's bodies.

Not breaking the kiss, he leads us back to the bed until the frame is touching the back of my knees.

** smut warning! **

"Get on the bed and turn around baby," he orders in between kisses to my jawline. "Face down, ass up. Daddy wants to fuck you in these new clothes."

My pussy throbs at that sentence alone.

Josh has never been the type to have sex with any sort of clothing on — usually it's naked or bust — so i'm pumped for this.

I do as he says and arch my back nice and deep, earning a tiny slap on the ass from him as I shake it teasingly.

Caught off guard, my eyes roll to the back of my head when I feel his thick fingers rub my clit through the panties.

"Nghhh d-daddy fuck," I moan into the pillow, moving my hips and practically riding his fingers.

He lightly spanks my ass before pushing the thong aside and lifting up my skirt.

I'm an automatic moaning mess, as his wet and thick tongue enters my pussy from behind.

"Oh yes!" I call out in pleasure, reaching down and rubbing circles on my clit.

This combo makes me practically ascend every time.

His tongue repeatedly flicks at my pearl, causing me to scream like there's no tomorrow.

"J-Joshua please!" I scream, reaching behind me and pulling his hair desperately.

"Tell me what you want baby," he mumbles against my skin. "Use your words."

"I-aghhh!" I begin, but struggle to get a full sentence out as he continues to devour me whole.

"You can do it princess," he praises, joining me in pleasuring myself and rubbing his thumb over my folds. "Talk to daddy."

I lip my now dry lips before trying again. "I-I want you to f-fu-fuck me! S-so good! Pl-ple-ase daddy!"

"Good girl," he replies sexily, giving me a light spank on the ass. "My sexy girl is always so good for her daddy."

After a little while more of eating me out, he applies another kiss to my clit before sitting up, signaling for me to do the same.

"Turn around ma," he orders, pulling out his dick and stroking it. "I wanna see my babygirl's gorgeous face while I fuck her."

Lord, what am I gonna do with this man?!

I immediately do as I'm told, lay on my back, position the pillows comfortably behind my head, and spread my legs.

He leans down to place a quick kiss on my lips before ever-so-gently sliding into me.

"Shit," he mutters, holding up my thighs and thrusting slowly. "You grip daddy so well, baby."

I arch my back gently and massage my breasts, while moaning like there's no tomorrow.

His free hand reaches down to gently grab ahold of my face so that I can make eye contact with him.

"You look so sexy like this mama," he coos, trailing his hand down my chest and onto my breasts, toying with my nipples one at a time.

I slide my bottom lip between my teeth and let out a dragged moan, reaching up and tugging on his chain.

I pull him down and press our lips together once more, my tongue swirling across his.

"Cmere baby," he mutters, before pulling me onto his lap, never pulling out of me.

Once I'm sat comfortably, he comes right back to my lips, starting yet another steamy makeout.

About three minutes later, we pull away and I tug at his bottom lip.

His favorite thing in the world.

He trails kisses down my chest and takes one of my breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and flicking at my nipple.

"Mmmm yes," I moan breathlessly, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my fingers into his curls.

Once he finishes giving my other nipple some love too, his thrusts become sloppier, signaling that he's close. 

"Cum with me mama," he mutters, holding me by my waist. "Can you do that for daddy?"

"U-uh huh," I reply, nodding.

He pecks my lips once more before thrusting harder and faster until, eventually, we both let loose together.

** smut over! **

Out of breath and panting, I let my body fall back onto the mattress as he pulls out of me.

He chuckles before laying next to and taking me into his arms.

I immediately respond by nuzzling my head against and kissing his chest.

"You feel okay, babygirl?" he asks, kissing and stroking my hair.

I nod, my eyes fluttering shut. "Better than okay."

He smiles against my hair and kisses it once more. "Good. Get some sleep, baby."

I nod again and slowly but surely drift off to dreamland.

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[jheasscult]

Jey: ...That should be me.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

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

Chapter 13: hate by thxsomch pt. 2

Tuesday Night

The tour bus hummed softly as it cruised down the highway. Roman had long since retreated to his room to sleep, leaving Jimmy alone in the front lounge. The action movie ‘Terminator’ playing on the TV cast eerie shadows across the room, but Jimmy wasn’t fully paying attention. His mind was elsewhere as he glanced at the closed door to Rhea’s room. She hadn’t come out since last night and her silence was heavy.

Her meals—breakfast and dinner—had been placed in the fridge, untouched. Jimmy sighed, running a hand over his face. The faint sound of the bus pulling into a trucker gas station broke his train of thought. The driver parked the bus in a quiet spot and locked the doors before retreating to the couch near Jimmy, nodding off almost immediately.

Jimmy stood, stretching, and debated his next move. Finally, he decided to check on Rhea. He approached her door cautiously, hesitating for a moment before slowly pushing it open.

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the moonlight seeping through the window. Rhea lay curled up on the bed, her face turned toward the wall. Even in sleep, she seemed tense, her body curled protectively around itself. Jimmy’s chest ached at the sight.

Quietly, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He moved to the bed and, without a second thought, crawled in beside her. The mattress shifted under his weight, and for a moment, he feared he might wake her, but she didn’t stir. Gently, Jimmy wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

She was warm against him, her breathing soft and steady. He pressed a tender kiss to her temple, his lips lingering for a moment as he whispered, “I’m here, Demi. You’re not alone.”

For the first time all day, a sense of calm washed over Jimmy as he held her. The tension in his shoulders eased, and he allowed himself to simply exist in the quiet, protective embrace. Whether or not Rhea was aware of his presence, he didn’t know, but for now, that didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that she wasn’t alone, even in her pain.

After a few hours, Rhea stirred slightly, her body shifting in her sleep to face Jimmy. The warmth surrounding her felt unfamiliar, yet oddly comforting. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light in the room. She blinked a few times, disoriented, until she realized he was holding her.

She saw Jimmy’s face, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. He was still holding her tightly, his arm draped protectively over her waist. Rhea’s heart skipped a beat at the unexpected closeness. For a moment, she just stared at him, her thoughts swirling.

“Jimmy,” she whispered softly, her voice still thick with sleep.

His eyes opened immediately, his dark gaze locking onto hers. For a second, neither of them spoke, the intimacy of the moment hanging heavily in the air.

“Hey,” Jimmy said quietly, his voice deep and gentle, a stark contrast to his usual bravado. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

Rhea shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “You didn’t. I just… I didn’t expect you to be here.”

Jimmy’s hand moved slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’ve been in here all day, Ree. I couldn’t just let you be alone. Not like this.”

Her heart softened at his words. The vulnerability in his tone was something she hadn’t heard often, and it caught her off guard.

“I didn’t think anyone would…” She trailed off, swallowing the lump forming in her throat. “I just needed some time.”

“I get that,” Jimmy said, his hand resting lightly on her arm now. “But you don’t have to go through this alone. Not with me around.”

Rhea’s eyes searched his, and for the first time in days, she felt a flicker of warmth in the icy pit that had settled in her chest. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed someone to simply be there, without judgment or expectations.

“Jimmy…” she began, but the words got caught in her throat.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, cutting her off. “You don’t have to say anything. Just… let me stay here with you.”

Rhea didn’t respond with words. Instead, she shifted slightly, leaning into his embrace. Her head rested against his chest, and she could hear the steady beat of his heart. It was soothing, grounding her in a way she hadn’t expected.

Jimmy tightened his hold on her, his lips brushing against the top of her head. The gesture was tender, almost reverent. “You’re stronger than this, Rhea” he murmured. “But even the strongest people need someone to lean on sometimes.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Rhea allowed herself to relax. Her guard, the one she’d built up so high, began to crack ever so slightly. She closed her eyes again, letting the warmth of Jimmy’s presence surround her.

In that quiet moment, as the bus hummed softly around them, the chaos of the outside world faded away. All that mattered was the stillness, the forbidden affection, and the unspoken connection between them. Jimmy shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at Rhea. Her eyes were still closed, her breathing steady, but he couldn’t help himself. There was something about the way she seemed so vulnerable, so raw in this moment. He leaned in, his face inching closer to hers, his lips barely brushing against hers—when Rhea’s hand gently pressed against his chest, stopping him.

“Jimmy,” she whispered, opening her eyes to meet his. “It’s too soon.”

Jimmy froze, guilt flashing across his face. He immediately sat back, giving her space. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, his voice low and earnest. “I didn’t mean to… I just…”

Rhea sat up slightly, pulling the blanket around her. She looked at him carefully, her expression soft but guarded. “Jimmy, did you really like me, or…” She paused, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of doubt. “Or were you just trying to fuck or something?”

Jimmy’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he was quiet, the weight of her question hanging in the air. He looked down at his hands, running a thumb along the hem of the blanket before finally meeting her gaze.

“I really liked you,” he admitted, his voice firm but tinged with vulnerability. “I swear, Ree. I wasn’t trying to fuck. Not at first.”

Rhea arched an eyebrow. “Not at first?”

Jimmy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, when I first saw you, I thought you were amazing. Strong, badass, all of it. I liked you for you. But… somewhere along the line, I ended up finding out Jey liked you too.” He paused, shaking his head. “And yeah, maybe I thought I didn’t stand a chance. Everyone kept saying you were into him. That you’d never look at me like that.”

Rhea frowned slightly, the doubt in her chest growing heavier. “So, what? You just gave up?”

“No,” Jimmy said quickly, his voice rising slightly. “I didn’t give up. I just… I didn’t want to get between you and him if that’s what you wanted. I thought maybe it was better that way, but that didn’t mean I stopped liking you.”

Rhea studied him, her expression unreadable. “And now? After everything that’s happened?”

Jimmy leaned forward slightly, his voice quiet but sincere. “Now, I’m here because I care about you, not because of Jey or anyone else. I’ve always cared, Ree. That’s the truth.”

For a moment, Rhea said nothing, her eyes locked onto his as if searching for any hint of dishonesty. Finally, she let out a soft sigh, leaning back against the headboard.

“Jimmy, this is all… so much,” she said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “I don’t even know how to feel right now, about Jey, about Tiffany, about you.”

“I get that,” Jimmy said softly. “I’m not asking for anything, not now. I just want to be here for you, however you need me to be.”

Rhea gave him a small, hesitant nod. “Okay,” she said quietly.

Jimmy stayed where he was, respecting the space between them. But as they sat there in the quiet, he felt a small flicker of hope that, maybe, this was the start of something real—not for competition, not for show, but for them… or was it?

—

Wednesday

The early morning light filtered through the cracks in the blinds of the tour bus. Rhea stirred awake, groggy but aware of the emptiness beside her. She blinked, realizing Jimmy was gone. For a moment, she felt a pang of something—relief, maybe? Or was it confusion?

Sitting up, she glanced around the small room. Her mind replayed Jimmy’s words from the night before: “I was told you liked Jey.” It unsettled her. How much of her life had been shaped by decisions she didn’t make herself?

Sliding out of bed, Rhea splashed water on her face in the tiny bathroom. She didn’t want to think about Jey or Jimmy—or Tiffany. She wanted clarity, peace, a fresh start.

She stepped into the main living area of the bus. Roman was already up, seated at the dining table, sipping coffee and scrolling through his phone. He looked up, his expression unreadable, but his gaze softened when he saw her.

“Morning,” he said.

Rhea nodded. “Morning. Where’s Jimmy?”

Roman leaned back in his chair, studying her. “He got off a little while ago to grab breakfast. Said he needed some air.”

Rhea swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. She moved to the fridge, pulling out the breakfast she’d ignored the day before.

“You good?” Roman’s question was simple but loaded.

She paused, her hand on the fridge door. “I’m fine.”

Roman let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Sure, you are.”

Before she could fire back, the bus door opened. Jimmy stepped in, balancing two takeaway cups and a brown paper bag. His eyes flicked to Rhea, then to Roman.

“Got coffee,” he said, setting the bag and cups on the counter. “Figured you’d need it.”

Rhea hesitated but eventually took one of the cups. “Thanks.”

Roman stood, stretching. “We’ll be in Denver soon. Let’s not forget we’re professionals, yeah?” He glanced meaningfully at both of them before heading toward the back of the bus.

As the door to Roman’s room clicked shut, the silence between Rhea and Jimmy grew heavy. She finally broke it.

“You didn’t have to bring me anything,” she said softly.

Jimmy shrugged, leaning against the counter. “I wanted to.”

Her eyes met his, searching for something—sincerity, maybe? An apology? She wasn’t sure.

“I still don’t know how to feel about all of this,” she admitted.

“I know,” Jimmy replied, his voice low. “I’m sorry for…everything. For what it’s worth, I really do care about you, Rhea. Not because of Jey, not because of anything else. Just you.”

She wanted to believe him, but the scars from the past few days—and the realization these past months have been nothing but a lie—ran deep.

“I need time,” she said finally, taking a cautious sip of her coffee.

Jimmy nodded. “Take all the time you need.”

—

Thursday Morning. Denver, Colorado – Live-Streamed Interview

The sleek black leather couch in the studio contrasted sharply with the bright LED lights overhead. Roman, Rhea, and Jimmy sat together, all dressed in matching red and black attire to signify their Elevated Bloodline faction. Roman sat in the center, radiating calm dominance, while Rhea and Jimmy flanked him on either side.

Cathy Kelley, poised and professional as always, smiled brightly at the camera. “Welcome, WWE Universe to this episode of The Bump. Today, I’m joined by none other than the Elevated Bloodline—Roman Reigns, Rhea Ripley, and Jimmy Uso. Thank you all for being here.”

“Pleasure’s ours,” Roman said smoothly, leaning forward slightly.

“Let’s dive right in,” Cathy began. “Monday Night Raw was intense, to say the least. Between your confrontation with Cody Rhodes and the unexpected twist with your tag team title match, the WWE Universe is buzzing. First of all, congratulations to Rhea and Jimmy on retaining your Mixed Tag Team Titles.”

“Thank you,” Jimmy said with a confident grin, his arm resting casually along the back of the couch.

Rhea nodded politely, but her expression remained reserved.

Cathy continued, “Roman, let’s talk about you. It’s been a hot minute since you’ve officially returned, and your mission has been crystal clear—dismantling the remnants of the old Bloodline while simultaneously aiming to regain your Undisputed Championship. How are you balancing these two monumental goals?”

Roman smirked, the trademark arrogance seeping into his tone. “Balance isn’t the issue. Focus is the key, Cathy. The old Bloodline was built on loyalty that got twisted and used against me. I’ve learned from that, and now I’ve surrounded myself with people who understand what it means to elevate the name. As for the Undisputed Championship—”

Before he could finish, Cathy turned her attention to Rhea. “Speaking of focus, Rhea, Monday night left fans with a lot of questions. Tiffany Stratton said some pretty shocking things during your match. Is there anything you’d like to address?”

The air in the room shifted immediately. Rhea’s jaw tightened, and she straightened in her seat. “I’m still not ready to talk about that,” she said firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

Cathy hesitated but pressed gently, “I understand, but the WWE Universe is curious. What happened seemed to impact you personally and professionally—”

Rhea cut her off, her voice colder this time. “I said I’m not ready to comment. Next question.”

Cathy paused, visibly uncomfortable, before pivoting. “Of course. Roman, going back to your quest for the Undisputed Championship—”

Roman picked up seamlessly, his confidence filling the room once more. “It’s not just about the title, Cathy. It’s about proving to everyone—especially those who betrayed me—that I’m still the Head of the Table. Whether it’s Cody, Seth, Solo, or anyone else who wants to step up, they’ll learn real quick that the Elevated Bloodline is on a whole other level.”

As Roman spoke, the camera briefly panned to Rhea, who sat unnaturally quiet, her expression tight. Jimmy glanced at her, his brow furrowed with concern. When Roman gestured dramatically, Jimmy took the opportunity to lean toward Rhea slightly and mouth, You okay?

Rhea gave a small nod, but her eyes didn’t meet his.

Cathy, sensing the tension, steered the interview toward its conclusion. “Well, it sounds like Friday Night SmackDown is going to be unmissable. Roman, Jimmy, Rhea, thank you for your time. Any final words for your opponents?”

Roman leaned forward, his gaze piercing. “To anyone who thinks they can stop the Elevated Bloodline—Cody, Solo, Seth, whoever—you better watch your backs. We’ll be at SmackDown, and we’re coming for everything.”

Cathy nodded with a nervous smile. “There you have it, WWE Universe. Don’t miss Friday Night SmackDown in Denver.”

As the livestream ended, the studio lights dimmed, and the crew began packing up. Jimmy immediately turned to Rhea.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked softly, his tone laced with worry.

Rhea finally met his gaze. “Let’s just get on the bus.”

—

The air in the tour bus felt heavy, thick with unspoken frustration. Rhea yanked off her suit jacket, throwing it onto the couch as she paced the small space. “What the fuck was that?” she snapped, her voice sharp and cutting as her eyes darted between Roman and Jimmy.

Jimmy scratched the back of his head, looking anywhere but at her. “Hunter wants to capitalize on this whole fiasco,” he said, his voice hesitant, like he was bracing for her reaction.

Rhea’s laugh was bitter, a sharp exhale through her nose. “Of course he does,” she said, sitting down hard on the couch. She grabbed a pillow and pressed it over her face, letting out a muffled groan of frustration. “This is just bullshit.”

Roman leaned against the kitchenette counter, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “They’re moving forward with it tomorrow,” he said simply, his tone calm but firm.

Rhea let out another muffled huff, the pillow still covering her face. “Because why wouldn’t they?” she muttered under her breath.

Jimmy leaned against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. “Look,” he said after a moment, his voice soft, “we just gotta remember—it’s become a work right now. It’s not all real. We can still do it.”

Rhea yanked the pillow off her face and glared at the two men, her green eyes blazing. “Do you two even realize what they’re asking of me?” she said, her voice rising with each word. “They want me to blend my real-life shitty situation with Jey and Tiffany into my work. This isn’t just some storyline for me—it’s my actual life they’re parading around out there.”

Jimmy shrugged, his tone casual but trying to lighten the mood. “I mean… at least you could get some of your aggression out on Tiffany,” he said with a small smirk.

Rhea scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “This isn’t about aggression or some petty revenge,” she snapped. “This isn’t some stupid love triangle, Jimmy. This is my life.”

Roman straightened up, his expression hardening slightly. “Yeah, but you also do realize you have the best job in the world, right?” he said, his voice measured but with an edge. “Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position?”

Rhea turned to him, her frustration bubbling over. “This isn’t about the job, Roman,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “This is about them taking the worst, most personal parts of my life and turning it into a goddamn spectacle.”

Roman’s gaze didn’t waver, his tone remaining calm. “And you’ve got a choice,” he said. “You either let them control the narrative, or you take the reins and make it yours. But sitting here and stewing about it isn’t going to change a damn thing.”

Rhea sighed, running her hands through her hair as she tried to calm herself. “I just… I don’t know how to do that right now,” she admitted quietly.

Jimmy stepped forward, his voice softer now. “You’re not alone in this, Rhea,” he said. “We’ve got your back. And yeah, it sucks, but you’re strong enough to get through it. You always are.”

Rhea looked at him, her gaze softening slightly. “I appreciate that,” she said, her voice low but sincere.

Roman nodded, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And if you wanna say a low blow, no one is gonna’ stop you.”

Rhea couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her, shaking her head. “You two are impossible,” she said, the tension easing just slightly.

But even as the mood lightened, the weight of what was to come lingered in the air, unspoken but ever-present. Rhea leaned back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, knowing tomorrow would be a battle both in and out of the ring.

—

Friday Night SmackDown was already buzzing as Rhea stood in front of the mirror inside her locker room, hurriedly brushing her sleek black hair into a signature slick style. She adjusted her new merch—a black t-shirt emblazoned with an image of her and Jimmy kissing, after their Survivor Series victory. The image itself felt like gasoline on an already raging fire of public speculation, but WWE had pushed it out as quickly as possible. Merch sold, and controversy paid. Rhea hated it.

A knock on the door broke her focus, the brush still in her hand. “Come in,” she muttered, expecting Jimmy or Roman.

Instead, Hunter walked in, his presence steady and calm as always, though the seriousness in his expression gave away why he was here. “Hey, Rhea,” he said evenly, closing the door behind him. “I heard you’re not happy with the storyline.”

Rhea snorted, setting the brush down with an audible clack against the counter. She turned to face him, arms crossing tightly over her chest. “Which one?” she shot back, sarcasm dripping from every word. “The one where I date my ex-boyfriend’s brother? Or the one where I find out my ex-boyfriend got the blonde twat pregnant?”

Hunter’s stoic demeanor didn’t crack. He’d heard enough frustrated superstars vent over the years to know how to ride out the storm. “Rhea…” he began, his tone calm and measured, “I know it’s hard, but you can’t deny it’s bringing in so much viewership.”

Rhea let out a sharp, bitter laugh, her eyes narrowing. “Of course it is,” she shot back. “It’s like watching a goddamn train wreck—you don’t want to look, but you can’t look away either.”

Hunter didn’t react. He just let her speak, knowing she needed to get it out.

“This whole thing is a reboot of the Edge, Lita, and Matt Hardy love triangle,” she said, her voice raising as her frustration spilled over. “The same damn story. And look how that turned out. You think I don’t know how this ends? They pushed that angle so far, and they destroyed those people in the process. You’re doing the same thing to me.”

Hunter’s gaze softened slightly as he stepped closer, keeping his hands in his pockets, trying to maintain a balance between authority and empathy. “Look, I’m not saying it’s perfect,” he admitted. “And you have every right to be frustrated. But this isn’t about destroying you—it’s about you taking control. You’re not a side character, Rhea. You’re at the center of this story. You dictate where it goes.”

Rhea stared at him, jaw tightening as she processed his words. “And what if I don’t want to be in the center of this? What if I’m sick of everyone exploiting my life for the sake of ratings?”

Hunter exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. “I get it,” he said softly, though there was still that edge of business pragmatism in his voice. “I do. But this isn’t just about you anymore—it’s about the story. It’s about the fans. And it’s about how we handle what’s already out there. You can either fight it and let it consume you, or you can lean into it and make it yours. The choice is yours, but… the story is happening either way.”

Rhea looked away, the weight of the conversation settling heavily on her shoulders. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence in the room thick and stifling.

Finally, she sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked back at him. “If I’m going out there tonight… if I’m doing this, it’s on my terms.”

Hunter gave a small nod of approval, recognizing the fire in her tone. “Fair enough,” he said simply. “Make it yours, Rhea. Own it.”

As Hunter turned to leave, Rhea stayed rooted in place, staring down at her reflection. The merch shirt, the storyline, the chaos—it all felt suffocating, but deep down, she knew he was right. If she didn’t take control of the narrative, someone else would.

But the bitter taste in her mouth wouldn’t go away as she whispered to herself, “I didn’t sign up for this shit.”

Hunter’s words lingered as the door closed behind him. Tonight, the spotlight was on her, and she had a choice to make.

—

Friday Night Smackdown - Denver, Colorado

Corey Graves: “Welcome to Friday Night SmackDown, and let’s not waste any time, Wade. Everyone is still talking about what happened backstage on Monday night between Rhea Ripley and Tiffany Stratton.”

Wade Barrett: “You’re absolutely right, Corey. The rumors are flying about what exactly Tiffany said to Rhea to get under her skin. And if I know Tiffany Stratton, she’s not done stirring the pot.”

Just as Barrett finished his thought, Tiffany Stratton’s music hit, and the arena erupted into a chorus of boos. Tiffany strutted onto the stage, her signature pink Money in the Bank briefcase in hand, looking as confident and smug as ever.

Corey Graves: “And here she comes, the self-proclaimed ‘real woman,’ Tiffany Stratton. She’s been a thorn in Rhea Ripley’s side, and I have a feeling tonight won’t be any different.”

Wade Barrett: “Say what you will about her attitude, Corey, but Tiffany knows how to grab the spotlight.”

Tiffany entered the ring and grabbed a microphone, waiting for the boos to die down, though they only grew louder.

Tiffany Stratton: “Boo me all you want, but I don’t give a damn!”

The crowd’s hostility intensified, but Tiffany merely smirked, spinning her briefcase with one hand.

Tiffany Stratton: “I bet you losers are all wondering what I said to Mami to make her so weak in the boots.”

Her maniacal laughter echoed through the arena, fueling the crowd’s hatred.

Tiffany Stratton: “Here’s the thing you losers need to know… I’m a real woman.”

She posed, showing off her curves, reveling in the attention despite the crowd’s relentless boos.

Tiffany Stratton: “The difference between Mami and Tiffy is that I know how to satisfy any man, including Mami’s—”

Before she could finish, Rhea Ripley’s music hit, and the crowd exploded into cheers. The Eradicator stepped out onto the stage, microphone in hand, her expression icy and focused.

Corey Graves: “Here comes Rhea Ripley, and she does not look happy!”

Wade Barrett: “And I don’t blame her, Corey. Tiffany poked the bear, and I think she just crossed the line for that.”

Rhea paused at the top of the ramp, her music cutting off as she raised her microphone.

Rhea Ripley: “Tiffany, I’ve never seen a homewrecker be proud of what she’s done.”

The crowd erupted, fully behind Rhea as she began walking down the ramp.

Tiffany Stratton: “Didn’t you cheat first?”

The tension in the arena skyrocketed as the crowd gasped, fully invested in the fiery exchange.

Rhea Ripley: “Here’s the thing… it was a work. It’s a storyline.”

Rhea stopped mid-ramp, looking around at the crowd for emphasis.

Rhea Ripley: “I’m pretty sure we all know what we do is a job, right?”

The audience roared as Rhea climbed into the ring, stepping right up to Tiffany. The two women stared each other down, the intensity driven with mutual hate.

Rhea Ripley: “But what you did to me for a year and a half wasn’t a work.”

Tiffany laughed mockingly, clearly trying to push Rhea’s buttons. But before she could say another word, Rhea snapped.

Rhea delivered a devastating headbutt to Tiffany, sending her stumbling backward. Without hesitation, Rhea launched into a series of punches, driving Tiffany to the mat.

Corey Graves: “Oh no! Rhea’s had enough!”

Wade Barrett: “And here we go!”

The crowd went wild as Rhea unleashed her fury, but before things could escalate further, Jimmy Uso’s music hit. He sprinted down the ramp and slid into the ring, grabbing Rhea around the waist to pull her off Tiffany.

Tiffany, blood dripping from her nose, screamed obscenities at Rhea, her voice muted by the camera as she tried to collect herself.

Corey Graves: “Rhea Ripley has completely lost it! And now Tiffany Stratton is bleeding!”

Wade Barrett: “This is pure chaos, Corey. This is no longer about championships or storylines—this is personal!”

As Tiffany got to her feet, she grabbed her briefcase and swung it toward Rhea, but Jimmy stepped in the way. The briefcase connected with his head, and he collapsed to the mat, clutching his skull.

Rhea saw red. She tackled Tiffany to the ground again, raining down punches until security flooded the ring. Multiple guards grabbed both women, trying to separate them, but the chaos was far from over. Jimmy manages to get up and pulls Rhea away again.

Rhea broke free from Jimmy lunging at Tiffany again. Tiffany also broke free, charging at Rhea, but Rhea was quicker. She grabbed her Mixed Tag Team Championship belt and swung it with precision, cracking Tiffany in the head.

Corey Graves: “Oh my god! Rhea just used that title like a weapon!”

Wade Barrett: “Tiffany Stratton is out cold! This is absolute carnage!”

Tiffany crumpled to the mat, clutching her head as officials scrambled to regain control. Rhea stood tall, breathing heavily, her own championship belt in hand as she glared down at Tiffany.

Corey Graves: “This situation has gone completely off the rails, and I don’t think we’ve seen the end of this rivalry.”

Wade Barrett: “If tonight is any indication, Corey, this is going to get a whole lot worse before it gets better.”

—

Friday Night SmackDown returns from commercial, and the screen cuts to the backstage area where Tiffany is being tended to by medics. The sound of chaos fills the air as the medical team works to clean her bleeding nose.

Suddenly, an angry voice is heard in the background:

“Bitch!”

Before anyone can react, Rhea Ripley storms back into the frame, landing another punch on Tiffany, who shrieks and tries to shield herself.

Corey Graves: “Oh no! Rhea Ripley is back for more!”

Wade Barrett: “She’s completely unhinged tonight! Somebody needs to get control of this situation!”

The medics scramble to separate the two women, but Rhea’s fury cannot be contained. Tiffany tries to fight back, clawing at Rhea’s arms, but she’s clearly outmatched.

Tiffany Stratton: (yelling) “Go f— your boyfriend’s brother!”

The camera mutes the profanity, but the crowd reacts with a collective gasp as the tension between them escalates.

Rhea Ripley: (mocking) “Have you told Marcel? Huh? Does he know what kind of snake you are?”

As the medics attempt to hold Rhea back, Jimmy Uso enters the scene, grabbing Rhea by the shoulders and pulling her away.

Corey Graves: “Jimmy Uso is trying to defuse this situation, but I don’t think Rhea’s done yet!”

Wade Barrett: “Tiffany might need more than a medic—she might need a restraining order!”

Tiffany screams in frustration, slamming her hand on the medical table as Jimmy drags Rhea down the hallway. The camera follows them as Rhea continues to rant, her energy completely uncontainable.

Rhea Ripley: “Let me go, Jimmy! She’s not gonna get away with this!”

Jimmy keeps a firm grip on her as they turn a corner, but the tension heightens when Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, and Tanga Loa come into view, standing in the hallway with amused smirks.

Corey Graves: “Oh no, now the rest of the Bloodline is here. This could get ugly.”

Wade Barrett: “Rhea Ripley doesn’t seem to care who’s in her way tonight. She’s ready to fight everyone!”

Rhea’s eyes narrow as she spots the group.

Rhea Ripley: (yelling) “What? You want some of this too?”

She grabs a nearby black metal chair, folding it up and raising it above her head.

Rhea Ripley: “Come here! I dare you!”

The Bloodline begins to laugh, with Solo smirking at Rhea’s intensity.

Solo Sikoa: (mocking) “Relax, Mami. We’re not here for you.”

Rhea doesn’t wait for a response. She charges at Solo, swinging the chair. Solo dodges, laughing as the rest of the Bloodline steps back to avoid the chaos. Rhea drops the chair and lunges at Solo, landing a punch before security rushes in.

Corey Graves: “Rhea Ripley has completely lost it! She’s attacking the entire Bloodline now!”

Wade Barrett: “This isn’t just about Tiffany Stratton anymore. Rhea Ripley is taking on anyone in her path!”

Solo Sikoa: “You better watch yourself Rhea!”

Security floods the scene, separating Rhea from the Bloodline. Despite their efforts, Rhea continues to yell and struggle against their grip.

Rhea Ripley: “I don’t care! I’ll f— up everyone who stands in my way!”

Her voice echoes through the hallway, drawing the attention of Nick Aldis, the General Manager of SmackDown, who storms into view with a furious expression.

Nick Aldis: “Rhea! My office. Now!”

Corey Graves: “Nick Aldis has had enough of this chaos. Rhea Ripley might be in serious trouble after tonight.”

Wade Barrett: “She’s one half of the inaugural Mixed Tag Team champions, Corey, but even that doesn’t excuse this level of mayhem. What a night!”

[yuukirita]

YEET

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

[lilcreaturethingfromthewoods]

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