#I didn’t used to listen to music anyways but

[handlemehyuck]

LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP for boyfriend dreamies

♡a voicemail for mark˚ ⋆。

“i keep listening to songs i haven’t heard in forever, not since i was a kid or teenager, and they transport me back to that time. suddenly, i’m wearing pink converse and jean shorts and the t-shirt from my summer play. it’s saturday, and i’m sitting on the stairs waiting for my friend to arrive, sunlight all over the walls. we wanted to have a sleepover, but there’s church in the morning, so she’ll stay as late as she can, probably until we’re dozing off on the couch watching one of the dvds she brought. naturally, i have to think about you because music wraps around your life in a way it never will for me. we’ve probably talked about this. maybe the conversation took a different shape before, but what’s a song that takes you back? what’s a time you miss and revisit through music? do you have time to think about those things? your life is go go go, and i’ve made silly wishes on eyelashes about peering into your head. i’m a reminiscer, and i know not everyone is, but you’re a creative. you’re a writer—music wraps around your life in a special way, so the idea of nostalgia visiting rarely seems unrealistic? but i guess i can’t know until you tell me. i see it often. i see it when i’m out without my glasses. the distant view is blurry, and suddenly, there i am, riding a bike, pink converse on. what shows up in your blurry nostalgia view?”

♡a voicemail for renjun˚ ⋆。

“babyyyy, i had the best time tonight. i feel like i’m covered in stars. areum’s parents have this sprawling backyard, so we collected a bunch of blankets, packed a picnic basket, and stayed out for hours beneath the most beautiful willow tree i’ve ever seen. i wore linen pants and a bikini top—your favorite one. i had a cardigan too, just in case, but the weather was perfect. i really needed to get out of the city. i know you know that, and i wanted to call you because… hmm sometimes i feel like my life is strung together by reminders. reminders of you and other people and things i love. reminders of our beginnings and all the sweet milestones along the way. i think my love could light up all the stars, more stars than i could ever see with my own eyes, enough stars to make a path between your hometown and my own. i’ll bring you back a jar of stardust. it’ll be empty… you’ll think it’s empty. sometimes magical things are invisible, or they just glow in the dark. anyway, it’s late, like 3 am, and i’m honestly glad you didn’t answer. as badly as i want to hear your voice, you should be asleep. i hope this voicemail makes you smile in the morning. i’ll send you some pictures too. see you on sunday. MWAH kisses *giggles*.”

♡a voicemail for jeno˚ ⋆。

“i’m going to my mom’s tomorrow, and i keep thinking about the drive. i rented a car… you know all of this already, but i guess it’s just present in my mind again. i’m staring at my luggage right now, and the entire thing feels wrong. i’m sorry if this sounds horrible, but i’m so used to you leaving. i’ve gotten really good at that. i’m good at being alone. i made sure i love my apartment and feel at home in it when you’re away because i’d fully unravel or find myself at your place more often than i already am if didn’t love it… stopping by to water all of those plants you don’t actually have. anyway, yeah… it just feels weird. i feel like you should be coming. i keep thinking about driving together: which one of us would pump the gas? who would run inside for snacks? what would we talk about in the car? would you drive halfway or drive all the way because you know i’d rather not if the option’s available to me? i know i’ll be fine. i’ve driven long ways on my own before, but it’ll be weird. i’ll be in a guest room. i don’t know what color the comforter is. i don’t know if i’ll like the sheets. my mom knows i’m weird and particular, but will she remember that when she’s fluffing up the pillows? what will i do when i can’t sleep? i love my mom. i haven’t seen her in months, but i close my eyes and daydream about being with you. i yearn for you in the stickiest of ways. it probably falls off of me too and hangs thickly in the air, gets stuck to the bottom of people’s shoes. i’d apologize if i knew, but i’m all caught up on you you you... i’m saying all of this, but i know this trip will be good for me. i know i’m not dependent on you, but last year was one of your busiest yet. and pride isn’t a question—i’ll spend my entire life being proud of you, but i can’t pretend there weren’t nights when the missing was so palpable i couldn’t sleep, so i read or baked bread or watched my toes wrinkle in the bath. it would be good for me to sleep at my mom’s, wake up to a new view, share breakfast, and simple conversation. i know i need the rest. i know everything will be fine.”

♡a voicemail for haechan˚ ⋆。

“if you told me the grass and the trees and the streets are all white, i would believe you. it’s like a blizzard out there. i’ve never seen so much white in my entire life. honestly, it’s kind of freaking me out, making me feel claustrophobic. i look up at the sky, back down again, and nothing changes, apart from the shapes and the saving grace of traffic lights—at least their colors are still clear. could we get by with just green, red and yellow for the rest of our lives?… some food for thought. anyway, it’s snowing *laughs*. i’m on my… third? tea after a few hot chocolates as well. no food so far today, just warm drinks. last time it snowed, you made kimchi jjigae and we ate in front of the window. do you remember that? we brought over my coffee table and the pot, bowls, and rice… i stopped listening to your story, all zeroed in on a snowflake. i didn’t look away until you kissed my neck. that’s quite a dangerous superpower: you have me at will with kisses, but i trust you with my weakest point... it wouldn’t be the same if i make kimchi jjigae and eat in front of the window without you. i should sit at the dining room table or maybe even the kitchen island—give myself a break from all the white. hopefully, i can still see you tomorrow. maybe you can kiss my neck again and tend to a few of my other weaker points… i love you.”

♡a voicemail for jaemin˚ ⋆。

“i want you to come over right now, and i know that you can’t. i also know that i might not see you for a couple of days, but i want to do nothing with you. i wish it didn’t feel silly… or embarrassing to want. i don’t know why wanting is so uncomfortable for me to share, especially because i’ve wanted loudly with you already, over and over again… but i guess i just wanted you to know. i painted my nails and went to the grocery store and chopped bell peppers because if they’re already prepped i know i’ll be more likely to eat them. i hung up some pictures in my room, and i kept thinking about you when i’d step back to make sure each one was straight. you would’ve done that part for me. i want to do everything together, and i don’t want you to feel bad because we can’t. that’s not why i’m leaving you this. i just know how happy it makes me feel when you express your want for me, in small ways, in spontaneous ways, in sexy ways… in uncomfortable ways, when you just want to be held, when you just need me to listen… it never ends with you. it never ends with me. we’re these entities that constantly move together and around each other, and i know i can get where i need to go without you, but it’s so much more fun when you’re here, and we’re in motion together. i’m making tea, and i think i’m going to drink it on the balcony. i’ll have to put socks on and a coat, but i want to hear the traffic noise and look down at people by themselves or in groups walking around and existing. i was existing for a long time. i felt really disconnected from living, but i knew i wanted to—to feel like i was living again. i just wasn’t quite sure how to get back to that place, but i was starting to figure it out when we met. on our first date, i felt like i struck gold. it was in your smile and your laughter, and this feeling that embraced me because all of a sudden i wasn’t nervous. i had only said your name out loud three times, but it felt so comfortable in my mouth. i remember leaving and whispering it to myself over and over again, and i couldn’t help but hope it would become a name i’d say for the rest of my life. so i’m going to drink my tea and enjoy this beautiful city we live in. i’m going to fold laundry and plan dinner. i’m going to think of you and get excited about the next night we fall asleep together.”

♡a voicemail for chenle˚ ⋆。

“i made it through the list of movies you left me. that sticky note is cute by the way. i like the border of little bears wearing scarves. where’d you get it? i almost threw it out on accident yesterday when i was cleaning my kitchen. now it’s living on my fridge. i taped it down on every side so my cleaning, autopilot fingers can’t attempt a second disposal… when you get this, i’d love some more movies. i’d ask for a horror film, but the idea of watching anything scary without you sounds worse than unclogging the shower drain or some other unpleasant household chore. oh! i went out this morning with chaewon, and she’s dating someone new. i started talking about hosting a dinner before i could really think it through. would you host another one with me? no pressure. chaewon told me not to even mention it to you, something about bad luck… she needs to wait a couple months before bringing them around all of our friends—has to pass 60 days of dating. there’s something romantic about a dinner party to me, though. maybe it’s just the wholesome quality time with my favorite people and knowing you’re only a look away. i don’t know if you remember, but you would always trail your fingertip up and down the back of my arm and kiss my cheek every time you got up, never wanting to interrupt the conversation but noticing the glasses in need of more wine. *groan* everything you do turns me on… ridiculous. do you even have a clue? no, i know you do. *sigh* g’night sunshine.”

♡a voicemail for jisung˚ ⋆。

“that fight was gross. i had to shower as soon as i got home, and the clothes i was wearing are already in the washing machine. are you ok? i know we tried to make it pretty again, but it felt ugly even at the end, and your eyes were so red. i hate seeing you cry. i love it actually… seeing your emotions, but never when it’s like that. i was so close to going to your favorite restaurant and picking us up something, but i know you need some time. but, if you listen to this, you can text me if you’re hungry, and i will go to your favorite restaurant. i can leave the food outside or just in the entryway, unless you’re crying again when i get there. then, i will take off my shoes and hug you, and i won’t stop until you at least hug me back. i’m so sorry. i don’t… most of the time i don’t feel insecure, but sometimes it comes out, and it takes this ugly shape that looks alien to me. i hope it looks alien to you too. i don’t want to be that way often enough for it to become familiar. tell me if it ever does. the idea alone makes me feel sick to my stomach. please text me at least. ok. dammit, i don’t want to hang up. i keep thinking you’ll pick up—”

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Checkmate ( Book 3 of 3: BTR Series ) a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 5: Illusions..

Flashback: May 25th, 2025 12:47 AM

As the night went on, Jey found himself growing incredibly hungry. The music thumped through the patio speakers, and the party was in full swing outside. He set his beer down on the table, glancing around to make sure no one noticed his escape. The song Shake That Monkey by Too $hort blasted loud, with everyone laughing and hyping each other up.

Jey slipped through the sliding glass doors into the house, letting out a relieved sigh at the sudden quiet. He made his way to the fridge, opening it with anticipation. The cool light illuminated the shelves, stacked with leftovers from the night’s feast.

“Alright, what we got here…” he mumbled to himself, his eyes scanning over containers of ribs, chicken, and a suspiciously large bowl of potato salad. He grabbed a plate and piled it high with everything that caught his eye.

Just as he was about to close the fridge, the sound of footsteps made him freeze. He turned, his mouth already full of a piece of cold chicken.

“Really, babe?” Rhea leaned against the counter, her arms crossed and an amused smirk on her face.

Jey raised an eyebrow, still chewing. “What? A man’s gotta eat.”

Rhea shook her head, walking over to grab a fork from the drawer. “You couldn’t wait until everyone left?”

“Listen, you married me knowing I don’t wait for food,” Jey said, grinning. He held up a rib. “Want some?”

Rhea rolled her eyes but grabbed a piece of chicken off his plate anyway. “Don’t tell me you came in here just to raid the fridge.”

“Maybe I just wanted some peace and quiet with my wife,” Jey said, leaning against the counter and watching her take a bite.

Rhea smirked. “Nice save.”

The two of them stood there for a moment, sharing bites of food and enjoying the rare calm in the middle of the chaos.

From outside, the unmistakable sound of Joe’s booming voice echoed. “HEY, WHERE JEY AT?!”

Rhea chuckled. “You think they’ll notice we’re gone?”

Jey shrugged, grabbing another rib. “Let them wonder.”

Rhea leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder. “This is nice, though. Just us.”

Jey smiled, kissing the top of her head. “Yeah, it is.”

The moment didn’t last long, though, as the patio doors slid open and Trinity poked her head in. “Caught ya! I knew you two were hiding out in here!”

Jey groaned, holding up his plate. “What do you want, Trin? I’m just tryin’ to eat in peace.”

Trinity laughed. “Boy, you better bring some of that food outside before Joe notices you got all the good stuff.”

Jey sighed, grabbing another plate and piling it with food. Rhea grabbed a bag of chips and smiled. “Guess the quiet’s over.”

Jey grinned at her. “At least we had a moment.”

The two of them followed Trinity back outside, where the party was still in full swing. Joe caught sight of the food and shouted, “THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!”

Jey shook his head, laughing as he handed the plate to Joe. “You’re welcome, Tribal Chief.”

As the music continued and the night wore on, Jey couldn’t help but feel grateful. This was his family, his life, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

As the party continued, Jey leaned back in his chair, watching the lively energy around him. The warm night air was filled with laughter and music, and everyone seemed to be lost in their own little moments. He glanced at Rhea, who was sitting a few chairs away, deep in conversation with Liv and Kayden.

Smirking, Jey reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging her gently toward him. “C’mere, mama,” he said with a grin.

Rhea raised an eyebrow but let him pull her over. “What’s up?” she asked, her lips curling into a smile.

Instead of answering, Jey pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. The song 21 Questions by 50 Cent began playing through the speakers, and Jey leaned in close, his voice low. “You know this one, right?”

Rhea chuckled. “Of course I do. Classic.”

Jey tilted his head playfully. “Alright, let’s play a game. I’mma ask you the same questions 50’s asking, and you gotta answer honestly.”

Rhea laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, you’re serious? Alright, fine. Hit me.”

As the first verse played, Jey grinned. “If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?”

Rhea smirked, tilting her head. “Obviously. You’re stuck with me, remember?”

Jey nodded, satisfied with her answer. “If I didn’t smell so good, would you still hug me?”

Rhea laughed out loud. “What kind of question is that? But yeah, I’d still hug you. I’d probably just tell you to take a shower first.”

Jey chuckled, squeezing her waist. “Fair enough. Alright, if I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?”

Rhea’s expression softened, and she turned to face him fully. “You know I’d be there, no matter what. I’d probably cuss you out for getting locked up, though.”

Jey laughed, his eyes lighting up. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

The game continued as the song played, each question drawing more laughter and teasing from the two of them. By the time the chorus hit again, Rhea was leaning against Jey’s chest, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

“You know you’re ridiculous, right?” she said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Jey grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And you love it.”

Rhea leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Yeah, I do.”

From across the patio, Jon called out, “Hey! What y’all over there whispering about?”

Jey smirked, looking over at his brother. “Mindin’ our business, Uce. Try it sometime.”

The group burst into laughter, and Rhea shook her head, resting her head against Jey’s shoulder.

The night carried on, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of them, lost in their own little world.

—

May 25th, 2025 11:21 AM Flashback

Rhea whisked the waffle batter as she poured it into the waffle maker, her mind settling into the calming rhythm of the morning. The smell of coffee brewing filled the kitchen as she glanced up and saw Trinity and Jon coming down the stairs, their overnight bags slung over their shoulders.

“You two not staying for breakfast?” Rhea asked, smiling as she tilted her head.

Trinity shook her head apologetically. “No, girl, sorry. Solofa’s already blowing up Jon’s phone about the twins.”

Jon rolled his eyes and held up his phone, which buzzed in his hand. “Man, he’s texted me five times in the last ten minutes. He’s worse than Mom sometimes.”

Rhea chuckled, setting down her whisk. “Alright, go ahead then. But you’re missing out on some damn good waffles.”

Trinity grinned, stepping forward to hug Rhea tightly. “Next time, babe. Thanks for everything—last night was so much fun.”

Jon leaned in for a quick hug as well. “Yeah, sis. We’ll see y’all soon.”

Rhea stood by the front door and waved as they walked outside, the sound of an Uber idling by the curb. She lingered for a moment, watching them climb into the car before it drove off.

She closed the door with a soft sigh, turning to glance around the now-quiet house. Most of the guests had already left earlier that morning. Only Isayah and Dahlia, along with Dominik and Liv, were still here, though all four were still fast asleep.

As she returned to the kitchen, the sound of light footsteps caught her attention. Rhea looked up to see Daya, Jaciyah’s girlfriend, coming down the stairs, her overnight bag slung over her shoulder.

“Morning, Daya,” Rhea greeted warmly, wiping her hands on a towel.

“Morning,” Daya replied, giving her a small wave. “Thanks for letting me crash here last night.”

“Anytime,” Rhea said with a smile. “You headed out?”

“Yeah, my dad thinks I’m at my friends house.” Daya gestured toward the driveway. “Tell Jaciyah I’ll call him later, okay?”

Rhea nodded. “Will do. Drive safe.”

Daya smiled and waved again before heading out to her Malibu, the engine revving softly as she backed out of the driveway and disappeared down the street.

Rhea returned to the kitchen, pouring another batch of waffle batter into the maker. Just as she closed the lid, she heard heavier footsteps coming from the stairs. She looked up, and there was Jey, finally making his way down. His hair was a mess, his mullet sticking out in every direction except straight.

Rhea couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you wrestle a bear in your sleep?”

Jey smirked as he scratched his head, his voice still raspy from sleep. “Something like that. You’re lucky you weren’t in the ring with me.”

“Uh-huh,” Rhea teased, pouring him a cup of coffee and handing it to him. “You want waffles or just the coffee?”

Jey took the mug and leaned on the counter, his eyes scanning the kitchen. “Both. I’m starving. Smells good in here, though.”

“Of course it does. I’m the one cooking,” Rhea quipped, earning a chuckle from Jey as he took a sip of his coffee.

The two shared a quiet moment, the peacefulness of the morning settling over them like a blanket. For all the chaos of their lives, mornings like this made it all worth it.

Jey set his mug down on the counter, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned against it.

"Come over here, you beautiful goddess," he murmured, his deep voice low and inviting.

Rhea smirked, wiping her hands on the towel again before sauntering over to him. "What do you want now, Fatu?" she teased, though the grin on her face gave her away.

Jey grinned, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him. "Bring this sexy thang over here," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Rhea giggled, her hands resting on his chest.

"What are you up to?"

"I was thinkin'.." Jey's voice was thick with suggestion as he leaned down, planting soft, deliberate kisses along her neck with each word he spoke. "After breakfast... maybe me... you... a little husband and wife time... back in the bedroom."

Rhea shivered slightly under his touch, tilting her head to look at him with a playful smile. "What's in the bedroom?" she asked coyly.

Jey's lips grazed her jawline as he hummed.

"Hmm... maybe me... you... and some magic we didn't get to finish last night."

Just as Rhea was about to respond, a loud and awkward cough broke the moment. "Ugh. Did I interrupt something?"

Rhea and Jey both turned to see Dominik standing in the doorway, rubbing the back of his neck with an apologetic grimace. He was clad in one of Jey's oversized YEET shirts, clearly having forgotten to pack pajamas the night before.

Rhea let out a snort of laughter, quickly pulling away from Jey as she tried to compose herself.

"Dom! Don't you knock or something?" she teased, though the humor was evident in her voice.

Dominik shrugged, looking anywhere but at them.

"Didn't realize the kitchen was... uh, occupied like that. I just came for coffee."

Jey sighed, running a hand down his face as he tried to keep from laughing. "Man, you're killing me. There's coffee right there." He pointed toward the pot. "Help yourself."

Dominik nodded and quickly shuffled to the coffee machine, avoiding eye contact. "You two... carry on. Pretend I'm not even here," he muttered awkwardly.

Rhea leaned into Jey, her laughter barely contained as she whispered, "Guess that's your karma for calling me a goddess."

Jey smirked, his hand slipping back to her waist as he murmured, "Nah, the goddess part's still true. Just gotta wait till we're alone to prove it now."

Rhea rolled her eyes but couldn't stop smiling, the warmth of the moment carrying them through the hilariously awkward interruption.

—

Flashback August 27th, 2025 – 6:00 PM Jon and Trinity’s Stamford Home.

Jon sat in the living room of his house, eyes glued to the TV, waiting for his brother Jey to text him. They had dinner plans later, but Jey was late. He thought about calling, but just as he was about to reach for his phone, the news anchor on Stamford 6 News broke in with an urgent report.

“We have breaking news that has been confirmed by Stamford PD at exactly 12:02 PM today: former WWE superstar, Hall of Famer, and current WWE Executive Writer Demi Fatu, aka Rhea Ripley, has been kidnapped from WWE Headquarters.”

“What the shit?” Jon muttered under his breath, slowly standing up as the report echoed in his ears.

Jon’s heart dropped. His body tensed as his eyes widened, unable to process what he’d just heard. His mind couldn’t make sense of the words, but his body moved before he could think.

His thoughts were racing. Rhea? Kidnapped? He barely had time to register the words when he heard footsteps behind him. Trinity appeared in the doorway, holding Judah tightly in her arms, her face pale and streaked with tears.

“Jon, Jon, it’s not true, is it?” Trinity asked, her voice shaky, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief.

Jon turned to her, still reeling from the news. “He just said Rhea’s name!” he said hoarsely.

Trinity’s face crumpled in shock, tears spilling over as she shook her head in denial. “Oh my God, what about Jey? What’s he gonna do?” she whispered, panic setting in.

Jon didn’t think twice. His brother was all he could think about now. He grabbed his keys and bolted out the door, not even sparing a glance at his wife, who was calling his name in vain.

“Jon!” Trinity’s voice was desperate, but Jon ignored it. His mind was already racing—he had to get to Jey, make sure he was okay, and find out what happened to Rhea.

Jon’s car screeched to a halt in front of Jey and Rhea’s house. The moment he stepped out, he could see the flashing lights of the police vehicles, and he immediately noticed the officers talking to his brother. His stomach dropped as he saw Jey, standing by the front door, clearly enraged. Jon heard him yell out, “Fuck!” and watched in disbelief as his brother punched the door in frustration.

Jon’s heart ached at the sight. Without thinking, he rushed over to his brother, his feet moving faster than his thoughts. He reached Jey just as his brother slammed his fist into the door once more, his body trembling with anger and fear.

Jon grabbed him by the shoulder. “Josh, it’s gonna be okay, man. Let’s talk.”

Jey whipped around, his eyes wild, and shoved Jon away with a force that surprised him. “No!” he shouted, his voice cracking. “It’s not fucking okay! Rhea’s gone, Jon! She’s fucking gone!”

Jon’s heart broke for his brother. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew they needed to stick together, now more than ever. He turned to the officers, demanding, “Give us some space!”

The cops, understanding the situation, stepped back slightly, but it was clear Jey wasn’t listening to anyone. In a fit of rage, Jey turned and ran upstairs, his footsteps heavy with urgency.

Jon, refusing to let his brother spiral, ran after him, not even pausing to look back. The EMT, who had been on standby just in case things got out of hand, followed close behind.

Jon reached the top of the stairs, only to see Jey pacing in their shared bedroom, his hands tugging at his hair, his face red with frustration. “I can’t lose her, Jon. I can’t lose her!” Jey screamed, his voice full of pain.

“Josh, listen to me,” Jon said softly, trying to approach him. “We’ll find her. We’ll get her back.”

But Jey was too far gone, too deep in his own panic. He swung his fist wildly, striking out in desperation. Jon barely dodged the punch, but it was clear his brother wasn’t in his right mind.

Before Jon could react, the EMT stepped in, trying to calm Jey down. But Jey fought back, pushing and shoving as he tried to break free. His movements were erratic, fueled by the stress of the situation.

The EMT, seeing how unstable Jey was, quickly administered a sedative, his actions quick and efficient. Within moments, Jey’s body slumped, his eyes fluttering as he passed out.

Jon, his heart pounding, felt a rush of helplessness. He bent down next to his brother, his own tears threatening to spill. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He had promised Rhea that he would protect Jey, but now, it felt like everything was falling apart.

As the EMT began to check on Jey, Jon stood up, his eyes still locked on his brother’s unconscious form. He wasn’t sure what to do next, but one thing was clear—someone took Jey’s heartbeat, Jey’s reason to live… Jey’s breath.

After about twenty minutes, Jon carefully laid Jey down on the bed, ensuring his brother was as comfortable as possible despite the chaotic situation. The sedation was starting to take effect, but Jey’s face still twisted in pain and confusion, a silent testament to the deep agony he must have been feeling.

Just as Jon straightened up, he heard the sound of an engine pulling up outside. His head turned toward the window, and soon enough, he saw Trinity walking through the door, her face lined with worry but carrying herself with a calm strength. She had clearly just driven over in her new Escalade.

“I called the sitter from down the street,” Trinity said, her voice steady as she crossed the room. “She’ll be with Jarrell and Judah tonight.”

Jon sighed, relief flashing across his face for a brief moment. With everything else going on, at least his sons would be safe and taken care of. It was one less thing to worry about, even if only for the night.

Trinity stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him. Jon held her tightly, letting the warmth of her embrace ground him, if only for a second. But the weight of the situation quickly came rushing back, and before Jon could speak, a uniformed cop entered the room, his face hard and serious.

“We’re doing everything we can, but I suggest someone stay with your brother,” the cop said, his gaze shifting between Jon and Trinity. “Given he’s a brand new father to a newborn, it might be best for him to have someone close by right now.”

Jon’s heart clenched at the mention of Jey’s new role as a father. Rhea’s kidnapping was affecting everyone, but it had to be devastating for Jey, who had barely had time to adjust to life with his new family. He needed support, and Jon wouldn’t leave him alone.

“I’ll stay with him,” Jon said firmly, his voice full of determination. He didn’t even need to look at Trinity to know she would support him. She gave him a quiet nod, then gently stepped aside to let the cop exit.

After the cop left, Trinity leaned down and kissed Jon’s cheek. “I’ll see to things downstairs, make sure everything’s in order with the police,” she said quietly. “You take care of Jey.”

Jon nodded, his gaze returning to his brother, still lying on the bed, unconscious but restless. “Thanks, Trin.”

Trinity exited the room, leaving Jon alone with Jey. As the door closed, Jon sat down in the chair next to the bed, his eyes never leaving his brother’s face. He could barely believe what had happened—how quickly their world stopped.

Downstairs, Trinity had just entered the living room when she saw Rhea’s parents and sister Calista standing by the front door, their expressions filled with dread. The news had spread quickly, and they’d arrived, unsure of what to expect.

Trinity approached them slowly, her heart aching for Rhea’s family. Seeing them in pain was just another reminder of how real this situation was.

Rhea’s mother, a woman who had always been strong and stoic, stood frozen, her hand covering her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes. “Trinity, what do we know?” she asked, her voice wavering.

Trinity felt the knot in her throat tighten. She wanted to reassure Rhea’s family, but the truth was, no one knew much of anything. Not yet.

“We’re waiting on updates from the police,” Trinity said, trying to keep her voice steady. “But they’re doing everything they can to find her.”

Calista looked at Trinity with frantic eyes. “How could this happen? Rhea… she’s not just anyone, she’s…” Her voice trailed off as she sank into one of the chairs, the weight of the situation finally breaking her.

“I know, Calista,” Trinity said softly, sitting beside her. “But they will find her. We have to believe that.”

Rhea’s mother, ever the protector, shook her head, her eyes filled with pain. “My daughter is out there… someone has her. How could they do this?”

“I don’t know,” Trinity whispered, feeling helpless. She wanted to give them the answers, but the situation was slipping through her fingers, and no one had any concrete information yet. “We just have to hold on. We can’t give up on her.”

As the family absorbed the gravity of what had happened, Trinity couldn’t help but feel a gnawing sense of fear. There was a part of her that was terrified—terrified for Rhea, for Jey, for the future of their family.

She wiped her eyes and stood up. “I’ll check with the cops again. But stay close, alright? You’re not alone in this.”

Rhea’s mother nodded, though the look on her face showed that, just like everyone else, she was struggling to cope with the unknown.

Upstairs, Jon remained by Jey’s side, staring at his brother’s face, willing him to wake up and snap out of whatever nightmare had taken hold. But for now, all he could do was sit in silence, his mind racing with questions he didn’t have the answers to.

The whole world had been turned upside down in the blink of an eye, and none of them had a clue what was coming next.

—

The hours had stretched on, and the house had become a place of tense silence, the air thick with unspoken worry. Rhea’s father was growing increasingly restless. His eyes darted around the living room, constantly searching, hoping for something, anything, to give him some semblance of peace. But there was nothing. No updates. No answers. Just the weight of the unknown. His daughter was missing, and the emptiness in the house felt suffocating.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Rhea’s father muttered, his voice thick with frustration and grief. He turned to his wife, then back to the others. “I can’t stand being here, in her house, without her. Without knowing if she’s alright.”

Rhea’s mother, still quiet with worry, nodded slowly but didn’t respond. The thought of their daughter being out there, in danger, was more than either of them could bear. Rhea’s father’s hands trembled as he grabbed his phone again, checking for any updates that never came.

In the midst of the tension, the conversation shifted as Rhea’s father made a sudden decision. “I’m taking Jeyson,” he said, his voice hard, almost desperate. “I won’t leave without him. He should be with us. He needs his family, his real family.”

Trinity, who had been standing nearby, her eyes filled with concern but her posture rigid with determination, stepped forward immediately. “You’re not taking him,” she said firmly, looking Rhea’s father in the eye. “Jeyson stays here with his father, and right now, Jey’s not well. He’s barely holding it together. You can’t just take him.”

Rhea’s father frowned, his frustration quickly turning to anger. “He’s my grandson, and I’ll decide what’s best for him. I’m not going to leave him here while this… while all of this is going on.”

But Trinity didn’t back down. “Jeyson is six days old. He’s not going on a sixteen-hour flight to Australia, especially not now. I can promise you, my father-in-law, Solofa, and my mother-in-law, Talisua, will be here on the next flight to Stamford. They can help Jey with Jeyson, but not until everything settles.”

Rhea’s father stood still for a moment, considering her words. The desperation to have his family close to him was strong, but the reality of the situation was sinking in. It wasn’t the right time. Jey was barely holding it together, and Jeyson needed stability more than anything.

Rhea’s mother stepped in then, her voice laced with frustration. “This isn’t right. Our daughter’s missing, and you’re talking about waiting? Jeyson should be with family. He belongs with us.”

Jon, who had been standing quietly near the door, spoke up. “My wife is right. And Jeyson needs his father, especially now. Jey’s not in any condition to be traveling, and neither is Jeyson. I won’t let you take him on a plane for that long.”

Rhea’s father shot Jon a sharp look. “You think you know what’s best for my grandson?”

Jon took a step closer, his voice calm but firm. “I’m not here to argue. I’m here to make sure Jeyson is safe and stays with his family right now. And his family is here. You need to understand that.”

A tense silence hung between them, the weight of the conversation settling heavily in the room. Rhea’s mother’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she said nothing more. She knew Jon was right, even if her heart was torn apart by the situation.

Finally, Rhea’s father nodded, though reluctantly. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “But we’re selling our home in Australia. We’re moving here to Stamford. We’ll be close to our daughter, and to Jeyson.”

Jon took a deep breath, nodding slowly. “I understand. But for now, let’s remain civil..”

Rhea’s parents, clearly upset, exchanged a final look before turning and walking toward the door. Calista, Rhea’s sister, followed them without saying a word, her eyes haunted with worry. The heavy sound of the door closing behind them marked the end of the conversation, but the tension in the room lingered.

As they left, Jon let out a slow breath. The next few hours would be even harder, but for now, they had to focus on keeping Jeyson safe and taking care of each other. This situation was far from over, and there was still so much they didn’t know. But they had to stay strong, for Jeyson, for Rhea, and for the family they were trying so desperately to hold together.

As Jon made his way upstairs to be with Jey, the weight of the situation hung heavily in the air. The house felt more like a prison with every passing second, and the uncertainty of Rhea’s disappearance gnawed at Jon’s insides. But he couldn’t let that show—not now. His brother needed him more than ever, and he wouldn’t let Jey face this alone.

Meanwhile, Trinity moved with quiet urgency, her mind racing as she worked to secure the house. She first went to the door and locked it behind her, ensuring that no one could enter without their knowledge. But it wasn’t just the door that needed attention. Trinity moved quickly to the security system, punching in the code to the gate and setting it to lock. No one would be able to access the property without their permission, not even with the proper code. It was just another layer of protection, one more step in ensuring that Jeyson, and everyone else, remained safe in the midst of the chaos.

Then, with a final glance around the house, Trinity took it upon herself to change the codes. She knew Jey trusted her to handle things like this, to keep everything in order, even if the world felt like it was falling apart. As the new codes were set, a faint sound from the nursery caught her attention—the unmistakable cry of baby Jeyson.

Trinity’s heart clenched at the sound. She knew she couldn’t leave him crying, not when Jeyson needed someone. Her gaze fell upon the counter, where the formula was still sitting, and beside it, a pamphlet with instructions on how to prepare the bottle. It was a small thing, but it made her realize just how much they had all been thrown into this whirlwind without much time to prepare.

With quick, practiced hands, Trinity prepared the bottle. The instructions were simple, but she still double-checked the measurements, ensuring that everything was perfect for the little one. When the bottle was ready, she made her way upstairs, her steps light but quick. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency, knowing that the baby needed comforting and care right now, just like everyone else in the house.

When she stepped into the nursery, Trinity’s heart warmed at the sight of baby Jeyson, his tiny face scrunched up in distress. She couldn’t bear to see him upset, especially with everything else going on. She moved to the crib and gently scooped him up, her arms instinctively cradling him against her chest.

“Hey, chunky monkey,” she whispered softly, her voice tender as she rocked him in her arms. The nickname Rhea had given him in a moment of lightheartedness now felt like a small comfort in the midst of all the fear. Jeyson’s cries slowly began to subside as she adjusted him to take the bottle. She smiled down at him, grateful for this moment of normalcy, even if it was brief.

As Jeyson drank from the bottle, Trinity’s mind wandered back to Jey and Jon. She knew Jon was doing everything he could to be there for his brother, but it still wasn’t enough to ease the weight of the situation. And Rhea… Where was she? What had happened to her?

The questions swirled in her mind, but for now, all she could do was focus on the little boy in her arms. He needed her, just as Jey and Rhea needed them all. And that was all that mattered.

—

Jey woke up at 7:42 AM, the effects of the sedative wearing off. He blinked several times, his bloodshot eyes adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. His body ached, and his mind was a tangled mess of emotions. He turned his head to see Jon lying beside him in bed, fast asleep. Jon looked exhausted, his face etched with worry even in sleep.

Quietly, Jey slid out of bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He padded down the hallway and stopped at the nursery. Pushing the door open, he found Trinity curled up in the rocking chair, her head tilted to the side as she slept. Jeyson was in his crib, his tiny body rising and falling with each peaceful breath. For a moment, the sight grounded him, but the peace was fleeting.

Jey left the nursery, his steps growing heavier as he walked to the guest bedroom. When he opened the door, he was confronted with the overwhelming presence of Rhea—the walls covered in posters from every era of her career. It was like stepping into a shrine, one that celebrated every phase of the woman he loved but also reminded him of the parts of her life she had kept from him.

He turned on the light, the fluorescent glow illuminating every inch of the room. Rage bubbled up inside him, rising like a tidal wave he couldn’t control. The emotions he’d been suppressing—the pain, the fear, the betrayal—burst forth all at once.

Jey’s fist connected with the framed poster closest to him, the glass shattering and slicing his knuckles. Blood began to drip onto the floor, but he didn’t care. He stared at the image of Rhea smiling, her arm raised in victory, and his anger exploded.

“WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT?!” Jey screamed, his voice echoing off the walls. He grabbed the lamp from the nightstand and hurled it at another poster, the sound of the glass breaking feeding his rage.

He punched the wall repeatedly, the sharp pain in his fists barely registering. Blood smeared across the posters as he struck them over and over again. “WHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME?!” he demanded, his voice cracking with anguish.

Blinded by fury, Jey continued to trash the room. He ripped the posters from the walls, tearing them to shreds. Grabbing the lampshade, he threw it with all his strength at another framed image of Rhea. His breath came in ragged gasps, his vision tunneling as his emotions consumed him.

“YOU WERE JUST SUPPOSED TO ONLY BE A FUCKING WRESTLER!” Jey bellowed, his voice breaking with raw emotion. In a final act of rage, he grabbed the nightstand and hurled it against the wall. The wood splintered on impact, pieces scattering across the room.

The commotion woke Jon, who bolted upright in bed. He quickly located the source of the noise and ran toward the guest room. When he opened the door, he froze for a split second, taking in the destruction. Jey stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving, his hands bloodied, and his eyes filled with a pain so deep it was unbearable to witness.

Jon didn’t say a word. He rushed to his brother and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Jey resisted at first, struggling against Jon’s hold, but the fight quickly left him. His knees buckled, and the two brothers sank to the floor.

Jey sobbed violently, the sounds ripping from his chest with a force that shook his entire body. “I don’t know what to do, man..” he choked out between gasps. “I can’t—I can’t lose her. I can’t.”

Jon held him tighter, feeling the warmth of Jey’s blood staining his hands and soaking into his white shirt. But he didn’t care. All that mattered was being there for his brother, grounding him in a moment when everything else felt like it was falling apart.

Meanwhile, in the nursery, Trinity rocked Jeyson in her arms, whispering soothing words to calm the terrified newborn. The crashes and screams had startled him awake, his cries piercing through the chaos. “Shh, baby, it’s okay,” Trinity murmured, holding him close. “Daddy’s just hurting, but Uncle Jon is with him. We’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

As Jey continued to cry in Jon’s arms, the wreckage of the room around them mirrored the wreckage in his heart. But in that moment, with his brother by his side, he let himself feel the full weight of his grief, hoping that somehow, amidst all the pain, they could find a way to bring Rhea home.

—

Flashback: September 5th, 2025 – 11:21 AM

Solofa and Talisua stepped out of the Uber, their footsteps slow and deliberate as they watched the car drive away. The air was thick with the tension of the last few weeks, the emotional weight visible in the furrow of Solofa’s brow and the quiet determination in Talisua’s eyes. They walked to the gate of Jey and Rhea’s property, the silence between them speaking volumes.

Solofa entered the gate code with steady hands, the sound of the gates creaking open breaking the stillness of the morning. They stepped inside and waited for the gate to close behind them with a solid clang before making their way up the driveway.

Reaching the front door, Talisua entered the code with a soft click, and the door unlocked. Inside, the house was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. They found Jonathan in the kitchen, leaning heavily against the counter. His face was a portrait of exhaustion—dark circles under his eyes and a hollowness in his gaze that betrayed his emotional toll.

Solofa immediately approached his son, pulling him into a firm, grounding hug. “Jon,” he said softly, though his tone carried the weight of his concern.

Jonathan let out a heavy sigh, leaning into his father’s embrace for a moment before stepping back. “Dad,” he began, his voice hoarse. “It happened again. I had to call EMS to sedate Jey—again. This is the fourth time. They wanted to put him on a psych hold, but I…I couldn’t let them.”

Solofa’s jaw tightened, his hand resting on Jonathan’s shoulder as he exchanged a glance with Talisua. “We’re sorry we couldn’t get here sooner,” Solofa said. “We had to have arrangements to get everything settled in Florida, or we would’ve been here last week. But we’re here now, son. How’s the baby?”

Jonathan shook his head, his voice breaking. “I’ve been doing my best to take care of little Jeyson, but…he cries for Rhea all the time. It’s like he knows she’s gone, Dad. He’s too young to understand, but…” He paused, swallowing hard.

Talisua stepped forward, her voice soft but firm. “Babies feel energy, Jon,” she said gently. “Right now, everything is chaotic, and he’s reacting to that. He needs stability, and so do you.”

Jonathan nodded, but his expression grew darker as he continued. “It’s not just that. Rhea’s family came by yesterday.” His voice turned bitter. “They threatened to call CPS. They said Jey’s not fit to take care of Jeyson, and they don’t think I’m capable either. They want to take him away, Dad.”

The room grew heavier, Solofa’s broad shoulders tensing as he absorbed his son’s words. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his voice low and steady but filled with an unmistakable edge. “Not on my watch,” he said firmly. “No one is taking that boy away from this family. You hear me, Jon? No one.”

Jonathan nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he leaned back against the counter. “I just…I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I’ve got my wife to think about, my kids. I’m trying, Dad, but I feel like I’m drowning here.”

Solofa moved closer, placing both hands on Jonathan’s shoulders, his gaze steady and reassuring. “Jon,” he said, his tone softening but still firm. “Do you remember what I used to tell you and Joshua when you were kids? No matter what happens, I’ll always take care of you. Well, now it’s time for me to prove that. Go home, be with your family. I’ve got this.”

Jonathan hesitated, his eyes welling up as he looked at his father. “I don’t know what to say,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Solofa replied, pulling his son into another hug. “We’re family, Jon. And family takes care of each other. Now go. Your wife and kids need you, and we’ll handle things here.”

Talisua stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Jonathan’s arm. “We’ll call you if anything changes,” she promised. “But for now, trust us. Go home and rest.”

Jonathan nodded finally, his movements slow but resolute. He grabbed his keys and turned toward the door. Before he left, he glanced back at his parents, his voice trembling as he spoke. “Thank you. I love you both.”

“We love you too,” Talisua said softly, a faint smile on her lips.

As the door closed behind Jonathan, Solofa turned to Talisua, a look of steely determination in his eyes. “It’s time to take control of this situation,” he said. “This family has been through too much, and I’m not letting it fall apart now.”

Talisua nodded, her expression just as resolute. Together, they climbed the stairs, ready to face the chaos and begin the process of rebuilding what had been broken.

[kavehater]

MR LOVERMAN !!!!

[deus-ex-mona]

well. this is embarrassing.

[esta-elavaris]

Had a moment today that exemplifies how my family thinks but like, in a way that’s just very sad and makes me glad I don’t think that way.

Showed a relative the amazing painting that friend did for me, and her first response was “you’d be able to sell that for some good money!!!”

Like. No????

For months I’ve discussed this creative trade with this friend, we’ve talked about what the other wants, we’ve gotten excited about it and traded progress pics as we work on it for each other, gotten stoked over making plans to get to the post office and seeing the other finally get it, and it’s just been a very wholesome and very fun project. It took six weeks for us to complete these projects, and now I have something on display in my room that makes me very happy, that’s objectively beautiful, and that I know a friend put a lot of effort into making for me and was THRILLED when I adored it.

And my family’s immediate line of thinking is “make a few quid from it lol”.

I can’t imagine the headspace it must take to go through life like that.

[kuiinncedes]

i watched wickeddddddd

[peachcitt]

new Olen song!!! have you heard it? what did you think?

OF COURSE IVE HEARD THE NEW OLEN SONG. HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEW OLEN SONG ? IT’S CALLED WAFFLES, BY OLEN. IT’S A NEW SONG FROM OLEN. IT’S CALLED WAFFLES

i am being so for real when i say that waffles is genuinely one of my favorite songs right now ever. like it’s just so chill and quiet with an interesting beat and such well constructed lyrics and that is soooo everything to me.

also, he announced in a live last night that waffles is part of a year long project called “i made you a mixtape” in which he will release a song a month. im vibrating with joy as i type this

thanks for listening to my favorite guy, definitely keep a look out for him for the rest of the year!!!!

[emeraldbabygirl]

OLD COUNTRY SONGS MAKE ME WANT TO FALL IN LOVE AND BE IN LOVE!

[harrylights]

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[quibbs126]

Do you have those songs that aren’t just songs to you, and they have this genuine profound feeling in them that you can’t quite describe, but god you can feel?

I’m having a moment like that right now

[lesbianlenas]

tswift rereleasing speak now just unlocked a memory in me that for christmas of 2010 my parents had gotten my aunt & uncle the speak now cd as a gift i think perhaps w another cd or two but anyway i was 10 at the time & i just remember that i kept like staring at the cd from where my mom was keeping it bc i thought she looked so pretty on the cover 😭 like i would pick up the cd and look at it like hm this is so interesting…….cannot imagine how my 10 yr old self would have reacted to the new cover i prob would’ve been like “mom can girls like other girls?” 😭😭

[stravacious]

just read one of the worst nosferatu takes on here and i’m sorry but i have to post about it

like probably one of the worst movie takes i’ve ever read honestly. “hm maybe they should’ve treated women better and not made the villain a ‘hook nosed invader’” type thing. we finally found them, the most performative tumblr user.

(don’t rb this lol)

[redflannelsheets]

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[j-esbian]

mannnnn the problem with not bringing up an issue because you don’t want to inconvenience other people. is that when you can’t deal with it anymore and you finally tell someone, they don’t believe you

[veinpursuer]

WHERE’S MY FUKING CAPO