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ᰔᩚ Drunken Love ᰔᩚ

Plot: Gianna (OC) and Josh reunite after years and the feelings they once had for each other circle right back.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut!

"I'm so excited for your party tonight," I squeal excitedly, spreading butter on my toast.

Trin squeals as well, clapping her hands on my phone screen. "Me too girl! We're gonna get liiiiit!"

I giggle and dance in my seat.

One of my best friends and WWE colleagues, Trinity, is celebrating her 35th birthday at a local club tonight.

"Oh and how could I forget. You know who is gonna be there!" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

I roll my eyes playfully and take a bite of my omelette. "Girl you know I just ended things with Carmelo. I don't know if I'm ready to jump back into the dating world this quickly."

About a week ago, I found out through social media that my now ex boyfriend, another WWE colleague, Carmelo Hayes was seen making out with some random bitch at the club.

We were together for what was about to be 2 years, so naturally, I've been hurting a lot recently.

However, Trin's brother in law, Josh and I had a thing going a while back.

It mainly started professionally, when creative came up with the idea of making us playfully flirt whenever we crossed paths - whether it was ringside or during backstage segments.

But once he got traded back to SmackDown to reunite with his family, things kinda fell off.

My crush on him has never died down, though.

That man is beyond words fine, so I know I'll have to dress a little extra tonight.

She lets out a deep sigh. "I understand sis. And trust me when I say that I'd love to have you with us tonight, but if you still need time, I understand."

I give her a mean mug. "Girl you think I'm missing my best friend's birthday? The hell with my breakup, you know I stop at nothing for you ma'am!"

A smile forms on her lips. "This is why I love you girl."

I flick my hair off my shoulders. "I know."

We share a giggle and continue the phone call until it's time for us to get ready.

Once we finish sending our love and saying our goodbyes, I hang up, wash the dishes I used, and head up to my room to find an outfit.

I look in my drawers and find a matching denim corset and mini skirt. I pair the outfit with a black lace thong, and knee-high black boots.

Simple but seductive. Perfect.

————————————————————————————————————————

I just made it to where the party is happening.

After a little while of trying to find parking, I find a spot right behind Trin and her husband Jonathan's SUV.

I settle into the spot, grab the gift bag, lock my doors, and head to the building.

"Hey there," the bouncer says as I walk towards the entrance. "You here for Trinity's birthday?"

I smile, nodding. "How could you tell?"

He chuckles. "Well the gift bag was a hint, but I recognize you. Gianna Nicole right?"

I put my hands below my chin and smile. "That's me!"

He smiles, shaking his head. "Alrighty, enjoy your night. The party you're looking for is sat in the very back towards the left."

I smile sweetly before walking past him. "Thank you!"

As soon as I walk in, the deafening music and strong scent of alcohol slaps me in the face.

Taking a deep breath, I scan the swarm of people until I spot Trin dancing on Jon's lap and all the girls hyping her up.

I shake my head smiling, and head towards the group.

Once she sees me, she comes running over. "GIIIIII! YOU MADE IT!" she screams, running into my arms.

I laugh as we share a tight hug and kisses on the cheek.

"Happy birthday beautiful!" I coo, holding up the bag.

"Giiirl you didn't have to get me anything!" she squeals, taking it and pulling me into another embrace.

Once we pull away, hand in hand, we walk over to the group.

"Hey guys! Gi is here!" she announces.

Everyone cheers and some even walk up to greet me with hugs.

The people in attendance are: Jon of course, Josh, their brother Joseph aka Solo, his wife Almia, Joe aka Roman Reigns, his wife Galina, and Jade and Bianca with their husbands.

"It's good to see you again," Josh says sitting down, as everyone goes back to talking to each other. "You look amazing."

I smile sweetly, sitting next to him. "You too, Josh. It feels like it's been forever."

He chuckles, nodding in agreement. "It really does, huh?"

Throughout the night, we share some more small-talk alongside some shots with the group.

And soon enough, I'm drunk off my ass.

Eventually, the whole group heads to the dance floor.

"Come dance with me," I say, getting up and holding out my hand in front of Josh.

He looks up at me smirking, and takes it.

I lead us there, one thing leads to another, and eventually I'm twerking and dancing on him to the beat of "Give it Up to Me" by Sean Paul.

The entire time, he holds my waist and gives me light kisses on my neck.

Eventually I start to get dizzy, so we head back onto the couch, and he holds me in his lap with my arm wrapped around him.

"I-I'm gonna go to the b-bathroom," I manage to get out, before standing up and adjusting my skirt.

"You sure you're okay to go alone?" Trin asks, taking my hand.

I nod in response. "I'll be fine, girl. Don't let me ruin your fun."

We share a quick hug and I head off.

As I finish washing my hands, the door flies open and Josh's sexy ass walks through the door.

"Hey baby," he says sexily, walking up behind me and placing his hands on my waist.

"Hi," I reply, turning around and playing with his chain. "You have to pee too?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Nah. I just wanted to make sure you're okay. You were goin crazy on ya boy out there."

I shrug, my lips forming a little bratty smirk. "Just enjoying what I've been wanting this whole time."

He raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

I nod, sliding my lower lip between my teeth gently, and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Well same goes for me mama," he replies, snaking his hands up and down my sides. "Once Trin told me you'd be here, I couldn't wait to see you."

"And why's that?" I tease, playing with his damp curly mullet.

He scans my body up and down slowly. "You look real good tonight baby. You down to come kick it with me upstairs for a bit?"

I smirk, raising an eyebrow. "As long as you make it worth my while."

A sexy smirk forms on his lips and he takes my hand, leading me out of the bathroom and upstairs to a VIP room.

** smut warning! **

As soon as we make it into the room, Josh shuts and locks it the door.

"Cmere baby," he says flirtatiously, grabbing my waist and pulling me in.

Our lips automatically clash together, the taste of liquor filling both of our tongues as they slide against each other.

After about two minutes of this, he takes a seat on the couch and pats his leg, signaling for me to sit with him.

I pull down my skirt and straddle him, throwing my arms around his neck and resuming the kiss.

"Fuck mama," he moans against my lips, grabbing handfuls of my ass. "I've been wanting to taste you for so long."

"Mmm baby you ain't tasted nothing yet," I reply, between kisses, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smirks and trails his wet lips down my neck.

I tilt my head to give him more access, moaning as his wet tongue and heavenly sucks go to work.

I reach under his shirt and pull it over his head, which he follows up with by pulling down the zipper of my corset and throwing it across the sofa, revealing my naked breasts.

"My god," he coos breathlessly, massaging and playing with them. "Your body is so fucking gorgeous."

I lean in and feather light kisses from his chest to under his ear and whisper into it. "Then fuck me already."

With just those four words, I suddenly feel his bulge against my inner thigh.

"Mmm," I moan, climbing off his lap and kneeling between his wide open legs. "He's so responsive to me already."

I rub and massage his hard dick through his jeans, as he joins me, and eventually takes it out.

And fitting for Joshua Fatu, this thing is huge.

I'm talking 8-9 inches at least.

So veiny with the most perfect curve.

And soon enough, it's down my throat and covered in my saliva, with Josh's fingers tangled into my hair, guiding my head up and down.

"Fuuuuuck princess," he moans, breathlessly. "Your mouth is so fucking dangerous."

"Cum in my mouth daddy," I coo, between kisses to his tip. "Cum so deep inside your baby girl's mouth and let her swallow every last drop."

And that he does.

Fuck does he taste incredible.

Once I swallow the warm liquid, I stand between his legs, slowly slide my thong down, and throw it across the room.

He scans my now completely exposed body up and down, leaned back against the couch and trying to catch his breath.

Moments later, he pats the cushion next to him. "Come sit ma. Face down, ass up for me."

Immediately following his orders, I climb onto the couch on all fours, and slowly lean down against the sofa, arching my back nice and deep for him.

"Such a good girl for me," he mutters, and slaps my ass. Hard.

I gasp at the sudden feeling.

Moments later, I feel his wet tongue enter me and start eating me out from behind.

"Ohhh fuck Josh," I moan breathlessly, my face pressed against the cushion.

His tongue moves faster and faster with every moan that exits me, and eventually, I hit my climax and cum all over his tongue.

** smut over! **

My mouth hanging open, I flop onto the couch.

He chuckles and leans down, his cold chain brushing against my back, giving me goosebumps.

"You feel good mama?" he asks in my ear, and proceeds to gently lift my face and pull me in for a sloppy kiss.

"Mhmmm," I reply, automatically kissing back, and tugging at his bottom lip as we pull away.

"You taste crazy baby," he says, lifting me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him once more. "Better than Waffle House.....did I just say that?"

I shake my head, smiling. "Knowing how obsessed you are with that damn place, I must taste pretty damn good then."

He chuckles breathlessly and nods.

We kinda just stare into each other's eyes for a second, before he looks down at my lips.

"What?" I ask shyly, playing with his curly mullet.

"I can't admire you?" he teases, rubbing my lower back. "I just ate your brains out and now I can't just look at you?"

I roll my eyes playfully. "Not when your eyes are that dreamy, Joshua Fatu."

"Ain't nobody as dreamy as you princess," he replies.

He leans in and we share yet another steamy makeout.

Our tongues collide so perfectly in sync, almost as if I've been with him this entire time.

He's so fucking perfect.

** smut warning! ** (again)

"You tryna ride me baby?" he whispers in my ear, giving me hickeys down my neck.

"Mhm," I reply, sitting up.

He stops me in my tracks. "Use your words mama."

I take a deep breath before replying. "Y-yes daddy. I wanna ride you."

He nods, smirking and stroking my cheek. "Good girl. Now go get your dick baby."

I sit up and line his dick up with my clit.

I slowly and gently lower myself onto him, becoming more and more of a moaning mess as he enters deeper inside of me.

"Fuck you're so tight," he moans. "Go as slow as you need baby. You're doing so good."

Once he's all the way in, I start moving, bouncing and grinding my hips to the faint beat of the music playing downstairs.

"That's it baby," he says, his voice just barely over a whisper, gripping and guiding my waist. "Ride daddy just like that."

Eventually, we both cum for the second time tonight.

Me all over his dick, and him on his stomach.

** smut over! ** (fr this time)

We clean each other up, get dressed again, and sit on the sofa, his arm wrapped around my waist and me cuddled up against his chest.

"I know we're drunk," he says, breaking the silence. "But I had the time of my life with you tonight, baby."

I smile softly, looking up at him. "Me too."

He smiles back and gently pulls me in by my chin, pressing his lips to mine once more.

The flavor of cum now mixed with the alcohol from earlier is so addicting.

As we slowly pull away, I find myself staring into his eyes once more.

"What?" he teases, mocking me from earlier.

I playfully shove his shoulder and he chuckles.

I grab my phone from the cushion next to me and tap my lock screen.

A fuck ton of messages from Trin pop up.

Trin 💋: You okay sis? You went to the bathroom about 10 minutes ago.

Trin 💋: Just checking in again babes. Lmk if you need me!

Trin 💋: Have you seen Josh? Jon and I can't  find him anywhere.

Trin 💋: Wait.....

Trin 💋: OH DAMN GIRL YOU GETTIN SOME?! ENJOY THAT SAMOAN ZICKKKK! 

Trin 💋: And please don't get pregnant 😭🫶🏽

I giggle, pressing the side button so my lock screen shuts.

"Whatchu laughin at?" Josh asks, looking down at me smiling.

"Trin is onto us," I reply. "We've been up here for like half an hour now."

He covers his mouth with his hand. "Not gonna lie, I forgot we were here for a party."

I suck my teeth and roll my eyes playfully, smiling. "Your goofy ass."

He smirks and kisses my cheek. "Cmon we better go before they think I got you pregnant or something."

I giggle and, hand in hand, we walk back downstairs and to the group.

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It's the next morning and I woke up with the worst migraine.

I roll over and feel a crunch under my back.

Confused, I turn back over and see a note.

I smile as I read it.

Gi,

Last night with you was a dream. I missed you so much. Sadly I had to leave early this morning for a meeting so I couldn't be there when you woke up. Anyway I hope we can stay in touch this time around. I'd love to see you again.

- Jey ❤️

PS: If you're hungry, there's waffle house in the microwave for you. Hopefully it helps with your hangover.

God this man is such a dream.

I think I love him.

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Sacrifices/ BTR Book 2: a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 7: Jeyce, Jeyce, Jeyce..

January 27th, 2025 4:57 PM

After a few moments, Jey made his way upstairs, his footsteps soft but deliberate as he approached their bedroom. He opened the door gently, finding her curled up on the floor beside their bed, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her face was buried in her hands, but her quiet, choked sobs were unmistakable.

Seeing her like this broke something in Jey’s heart. Without a word, he sank down beside her, reaching out and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. She tensed slightly at first, but then she let herself melt into his embrace, the warmth of his hold comforting yet bittersweet.

“Rhea…” he whispered, his voice tender as he brushed his hand along her back. “I’m here, baby.”

She sniffed, lifting her head to look at him, her eyes red and glistening with tears. “I—I just wanted to be there for him, Jey. I never wanted to replace his mom, but I wanted him to know… to know that I love him. But he hates me. He’ll never see me as… as family.”

Jey shook his head gently, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “He doesn’t hate you, Rhea. He’s just… confused, and he’s hurting. He doesn’t understand everything the way we do. Kids say things out of anger sometimes. It doesn’t mean they don’t love you.”

Rhea took a shaky breath, looking down. “It just… it hurt. Hearing that. I’ve been trying so hard, Jey. I know I’m not his real mom, but I thought… I thought we were okay.”

“We are okay,” Jey reassured her, pulling her closer and kissing the top of her head. “This doesn’t change anything. You’re part of this family, and you always will be. Jeyce is just going through something right now. But that’s why I’m gonna talk to Takecia about this when she gets here on Friday with Jaciyah. We’ll figure this out together.”

Rhea’s gaze softened as she looked up at him, a faint glimmer of hope breaking through her sadness. “You really think it’ll help?”

Jey nodded firmly. “I do. Takecia and I have been through a lot, and we both want what’s best for Jeyce. I think she’ll understand, and together we can show him that he doesn’t have to choose between us. You’re just as important in his life, Rhea, whether he realizes it right now or not.”

Rhea leaned into his shoulder, allowing herself to find comfort in his words. “Thank you, Jey… for always being here. For reminding me that I belong.”

Jey pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his hand gently rubbing her back. “I’ll always be here. I chose this life with you, Rhea, and that means through the hard parts too. We’re gonna get through this—together. You, me, Jeyce, Jaciyah… and our baby.”

Rhea’s lips trembled as she gave him a small, grateful smile. Hearing him say that made her heart swell, giving her a renewed sense of hope. Jey pulled her closer, holding her in silence, letting his presence reassure her, his words a steady promise that they’d find their way forward as a family.

In that moment, nestled in his arms, Rhea felt the weight on her heart lighten just a little. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but with Jey by her side, she felt like they could overcome anything together.

—

January 28th, 2025 12:09 PM

The next day at lunch, Jeyce sat alone at the table, picking at his sandwich in silence. Yesterday’s argument with his dad and his bonus mom lingered in his mind, leaving a heaviness he couldn’t shake. He’d made the sandwich himself that morning—just peanut butter and jelly, hastily slapped together—and now, even the thought of eating it felt exhausting. He let out a sigh, pushing the crust around with his thumb, his mind drifting back to his mom and dad’s disappointed faces. It was like a weight on his chest he couldn’t lift.

“Excuse me?” A soft, gentle voice broke through his thoughts.

Jeyce looked up, startled to see a girl standing in front of him. She was striking—a pale complexion that reminded him of the vampires he’d seen in movies, jet-black hair cascading down her shoulders, and a cool confidence that didn’t match the average middle-schooler. She wore a black “Motionless in White” band T-shirt, dark jeans, and black Vans. In her hand, she held a purple lunch bag covered with butterfly patterns, a surprisingly gentle touch amid her otherwise edgy style.

“Uh… yeah?” Jeyce stammered, unsure of how to respond.

The girl tilted her head slightly, a small, warm smile on her face. “Can I sit here?”

“Sure,” Jeyce replied, shrugging and motioning to the empty seat across from him.

She sat down gracefully, setting her lunch bag on the table and meeting his gaze without hesitation. “I’m Demetria,” she introduced herself, her voice quiet but steady. “But I go by Demi. It’s less of a mouthful.”

“Jeyce,” he replied, feeling slightly self-conscious. He watched as she unpacked her lunch, noting the care with which she unwrapped a sandwich and placed a small container of cut fruit beside it. There was something intriguing about her, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Cool name,” she said, taking a small bite of her sandwich. “So… what brings you to the ‘loner lunch table’? Didn’t see you around here last week.”

Jeyce shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to reveal too much. “I just moved here and I don’t really have any friends. Plus my family is.. blended.”

Demi’s eyes softened, and she nodded as if she understood without needing any further explanation. “Family can be… complicated,” she said, her voice trailing off. She glanced down at her sandwich, her fingers tracing the edge of the bread. “I get it. My family’s kinda non-traditional too, I guess.”

Jeyce’s curiosity was piqued. “Non-traditional?”

Demi chuckled, a hint of irony in her smile. “Yeah. It’s just me and my dad now. He’s a tattoo artist, so people look at him and think he’s all scary, but he’s actually a giant softie. He’s intense, though, and people don’t always understand him.” She looked back up at Jeyce. “I guess it rubs off on me sometimes.”

Jeyce nodded, feeling a strange connection to her. “Yeah, my family’s kinda like that too. My dad’s… kind of a big deal, I guess. He’s a wrestler, so people think he’s all tough, but he’s actually really caring.”

Demi’s eyes widened, genuinely intrigued. “That’s actually really cool. So… does everyone treat you differently because of that?”

Jeyce shrugged, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sandwich. “Sometimes. People think I’m supposed to be just like him—tough and strong and all that. But… I don’t know. It’s not that easy.”

Demi nodded thoughtfully, as if she understood more than he expected her to. She looked down at her lunch bag, a small smile playing on her lips. “People are quick to assume things. They see what they want to see. Look at me,” she gestured to her dark outfit, the band T-shirt, the black jeans. “People think I’m all broody and dark just because of how I dress. But I like butterflies too, you know?” She pointed to her purple lunch bag, covered in small, colorful butterflies.

Jeyce chuckled, feeling his shoulders relax for the first time that day. “Yeah, I get that. People always want to put you in a box.”

“Exactly!” she replied, her eyes brightening. “They don’t even try to see who you really are. They think they already know.” She paused, her smile softening. “But I see you, Jeyce. You’re more than what people think.”

For a moment, Jeyce just stared at her, caught off guard by her words. It was like she saw right through him, like she could see the parts he tried so hard to hide. The weight in his chest didn’t feel as heavy, and the knot in his stomach loosened just a bit.

“Thanks, Demi,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She gave him a small smile, then took another bite of her sandwich.

Demi with a small smile playing on her lips as she put up her fruit cup. “So… do you take the bus to school?” she asked, her tone light and curious.

Jeyce nodded, feeling his heart rate pick up just a little. “Yeah, today was actually my first time taking it,” he replied. “My family and I, we live up by the New Canaan border in North Stamford.”

Demi’s eyes lit up. “No way! I live around there, too. Maybe we can sit together on the bus?” she offered, her gaze hopeful.

Jeyce tried to keep his composure, but he couldn’t help the small smile that slipped through. “Yeah… yeah, that’d be cool,” he replied, trying to act nonchalant.

Demi grinned and tilted her head slightly. “Do you have a cell phone?”

Jeyce nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket. They quickly exchanged numbers, and he saved her name with a little purple butterfly emoji next to it, remembering her lunch bag.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, Jeyce felt a wave of disappointment that their conversation had to end. But he looked at Demi with a confident smile. “I’ll text you in my next class.”

Demi returned his smile, a playful glint in her eyes. “I’ll be waiting.” With one last look, she stood up and walked toward her next class, leaving Jeyce feeling lighter than he had in days.

As he watched her go, he felt a small spark of hope ignite inside him. Maybe, just maybe, things were starting to look up.

Jeyce settled into his seat at the back of the classroom, his heart racing with anticipation. He pulled out his phone and, after a moment of contemplation, typed, “So… are you a big Motionless in White fan?”

A few moments later, his phone buzzed with Demi’s reply. “Yes! My dad got me into them. What about you?”

Jeyce hesitated, feeling a twinge of uncertainty. He didn’t want to look out of place, but he also didn’t want to come off as fake. He typed back, “Yeah, for sure!”

But Demi wasn’t buying it. “You don’t have to lie,” she replied with a teasing tone.

Caught off guard, Jeyce sighed, “Okay, I lied. I don’t really know their music that well.” He could practically hear her laughter through the screen, and it made him chuckle too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll put you on,” Demi responded, her enthusiasm evident even in text. “We can have a listening party or something!”

A smile crept across Jeyce’s face as he envisioned sitting with her, the two of them sharing music and laughter. He typed back, “That sounds awesome! I’d like that.”

“Sweet! I’ll make a playlist for you,” she replied, adding a smiley face emoji that made Jeyce’s stomach flutter.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and the start of the next class, but Jeyce felt a warm glow inside him that lingered beyond the lunch hour. As he tucked his phone away, he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe this day was about to turn around after all.

The teacher began the lesson, but Jeyce found it hard to concentrate. His mind kept drifting back to Demi and their budding friendship. He pictured them sitting together on the bus, sharing music, and maybe even sharing secrets. It was a welcome distraction from the tension at home.

Just as he settled into a daydream about their future conversations, his phone buzzed again under his desk. Stealing a quick glance, he saw another message from Demi: “Seriously, don’t stress about music! Just be yourself. We’ll have fun!”

Jeyce couldn’t help but grin, feeling a rush of gratitude for her easygoing nature. He typed back, “Thanks! I’ll try not to freak out. See you on the bus!”

As the teacher continued lecturing, Jeyce felt a new sense of hope stirring within him. This friendship and possible courtship with Demi might just be the change he needed.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day for those who rode the bus, Jeyce felt a rush of excitement. He practically sprinted to the waiting spot, heart pounding as he spotted Demi climbing onto the bus. He couldn’t help but grin as he made his way over, eager to join her.

Demi was already settled into a seat near the back, and she waved him over with an inviting smile. Jeyce hurriedly slid in next to her, feeling a mix of nerves and exhilaration.

“How about we take turns?” Demi suggested, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “You pick a song, and I’ll pick a song.”

Jeyce nodded, his smile widening. “Yeah, that sounds cool!”

Demi handed him an AirPod and her phone, and he felt a little thrill at the casual intimacy of the moment. He scrolled through her YouTube library, trying to act casual but secretly searching for something that would impress her. After a moment of deliberation, he settled on Kanye West’s “Good Life.”

“Here, check this out!” Jeyce said, plugging in the AirPod and passing it back to her.

Demi grinned and put the AirPod in her ear, her head bobbing slightly to the beat as the song played. Jeyce watched her, captivated by the way she seemed to lose herself in the music.

“This is a classic!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine excitement. “I love Kanye! Great choice!”

Jeyce felt a surge of pride at her approval. “Thanks! I’ve heard it a few times. It’s one of those songs that just makes you feel good, you know?”

Demi nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly! It’s all about living your best life.” She leaned back against the seat, tapping her fingers to the rhythm. “Okay, my turn next!”

As the song faded out, Jeyce felt a sense of anticipation. Demi scrolled through her playlist and finally settled on a song. “You’re gonna love this one! It’s by Motionless in White,” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement.

She played “Voices,” and Jeyce listened intently as the heavy instrumentals kicked in, instantly engulfing him in a darker vibe. He felt a little out of his element, but as Demi nodded her head to the music and sang along softly, he couldn’t help but appreciate the energy she brought.

“See? You’re already getting into it!” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just wait until I show you some of their other songs. They’re amazing live!”

As the bus jolted forward, Jeyce leaned back, allowing himself to be swept up in the moment. He couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to Demi. With each song, their connection deepened, and the stress from the previous day faded into the background.

“So, what else do you like besides music?” Demi asked as the song played on.

Jeyce paused, thinking carefully. “I like video games a lot. And I’m into drawing too, though I’m not very good. I also started learning the piano because my dad plays. ” he admitted, a bit shyly.

Demi smiled encouragingly. “I love drawing! What do you like to draw? I actually play the piano too, I can help you.”

“Mostly superheroes and stuff. I’m really into comic books and no kidding, I would like for you to help me.” Jeyce confessed, feeling more at ease. “What about you?”

Demi’s eyes lit up. “I love horror movies! The scarier, the better! And I like to draw dark art—kind of creepy but cool stuff.”

“Really? That’s awesome!” Jeyce said, impressed. “I’d love to see some of it.”

“Definitely!” Demi replied, her excitement infectious. “And maybe we can do a drawing session sometime!”

Jeyce felt warmth spread through him at the idea. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

As they continued sharing music and stories, Jeyce couldn’t help but feel like he had found a kindred spirit in Demi. The bus bounced along the road, but for the first time in a long while, everything felt right.

As the bus rolled to a stop at the corner, Jeyce and Demi made their way off along with a few other kids. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter as everyone separated to head home. But Jeyce and Demi lingered by the street sign, a subtle tension hanging in the air between them.

Demi pointed to the south end of the street, her finger directing Jeyce’s gaze. “I live over there, in that brown house,” she said, a smile lighting up her face as she gestured towards a cozy, two-story home.

Jeyce looked in the direction she was pointing, nodding as he responded, “That’s cool! I live over here.” He pointed towards the gated property settled at the east end of the street, feeling a bit of pride in sharing his home with her.

Demi’s eyes widened with interest. “Wow, I’ve seen that place! It looks nice!”

“Thanks!” Jeyce replied, feeling a rush of warmth at her compliment. “You should come over sometime. We can play video games or draw.”

“I’d like that,” Demi said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I’ll wait for you here tomorrow.”

“Me too,” Jeyce agreed, a shy smile spreading across his face.

They stood there for a moment, both hesitant to break the moment. Finally, they exchanged awkward waves, their hearts racing as they felt the weight of their mutual crush. Jeyce watched as Demi turned to walk away, his mind buzzing with excitement.

“See you tomorrow!” he called out, watching her silhouette grow smaller as she headed toward her house.

“Bye!” she called back, her voice filled with a mix of eagerness and shyness.

As he turned to head home, Jeyce felt a giddy flutter in his stomach. The anticipation of seeing Demi again made the usual walk back to his house feel lighter. He couldn’t shake the feeling of happiness that had settled in since meeting her at lunch, and he found himself smiling, replaying their conversation in his mind.

Jeyce opened the front door and stepped inside, greeted by the inviting aroma of fried pork chops wafting through the air. He spotted his dad, Jey, and his bonus mom, Rhea, sitting together at the breakfast bar, their conversation lively and easy. But Jeyce felt a lump in his throat at the sight of them; the weight of yesterday’s argument with Jey still lingered in his mind. He didn’t want to deal with it now.

“Hey, how was school?” Jey called out, his tone casual and friendly.

“Fine,” Jeyce replied, not bothering to elaborate. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor as he walked past them, the heaviness of the moment urging him to retreat. Once he reached the sanctuary of his room, he closed the door firmly behind him and locked it, craving solitude.

Inside, Jeyce took a deep breath, trying to shake off the discomfort of the earlier tension. He pulled out his old sketchpad, flipping through the worn pages until he found a blank one. He set his pencil to the page and began to draw, his mind drifting to Demi. Inspired by her unique style, he envisioned her as a superhero vampire���strong, fierce, and with an air of mystery. It felt fitting; she was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he found himself captivated by the thought of her.

As he sketched, he got lost in the details: the way her hair would flow, the intensity in her eyes, and the sharp fangs peeking from a confident smile. The image of Demi began to take shape, her character radiating power and charm. He felt a rush of excitement, feeling closer to her with each stroke of his pencil.

Suddenly, he heard his dad call out, “Jeyce, dinner’s ready!”

Jeyce paused, glancing at the clock. He didn’t want to miss dinner but felt an overwhelming need to keep his emotions bottled up. He quickly finished the outline of Demi’s superhero form and decided to take a break.

With a sigh, he placed his pencil down and headed downstairs, trying to push aside his unease. He grabbed a plate from the counter, filling it with pork chops and a side of green beans. Jey and Rhea chatted about their day, their voices warm and inviting, but Jeyce couldn’t bring himself to join in. He felt like an outsider, a silent observer.

After grabbing a bottle of water, he made his way back upstairs without saying a word. The weight of their conversation felt too heavy to share, especially after everything that had happened. Once back in his room, he locked the door behind him again and sat on his bed, the food forgotten beside him.

With his sketchpad open in front of him, Jeyce felt a twinge of guilt for shutting out his family, but his thoughts quickly returned to Demi. He wanted to share the drawing with her, to show her how he saw her, how she made him feel. But for now, he let the world outside fade away, immersing himself in the fantasy of his art, determined to bring Demi’s superhero persona to life on the page.

He found comfort in his creativity, and the lines he drew became a bridge between reality and the burgeoning connection he felt with her. The shadows of yesterday slowly began to lift as he embraced the thrill of what tomorrow might bring.

—

Jey and Rhea sat at the dinner table, the sound of Jeyce’s footsteps fading as he retreated upstairs. They both sighed, sharing a silent, tired glance as they clasped hands for a quick prayer before starting their meal of fried pork chops, green beans, and a fresh side salad. The air between them was thick with concern.

Jey was the first to break the silence, poking at his salad as he spoke, “I really hope this is just a phase,” he muttered, the uncertainty in his voice betraying how much Jeyce’s recent behavior was weighing on him.

Rhea nodded slowly, her gaze drifting toward the staircase. “Me too,” she murmured, her brow furrowed. After a pause, she offered, “What if he’s… going through puberty?”

Jey stopped mid-bite, looking at her in mild alarm. “Puberty?” he echoed, almost as if he hadn’t considered it before. “You can’t… talk to him about that?” he asked, a note of hesitation creeping into his voice.

Rhea raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. “Really, Jey? You’re trying to hand that off to me?” she teased, though her eyes held a hint of exasperation. “Didn’t you have ‘the talk’ with Jaciyah?”

Jey gave an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “Nah,” he admitted, looking almost sheepish. “I was on the road more back then, and his mom… well, she handled that part.”

Rhea let out an incredulous laugh, folding her arms as she shook her head. “You’ve got to be kidding me! You’re really planning on dodging this again?”

Jey shrugged, giving her a pleading look. “Babe, c’mon… you know you’re better with… words and stuff,” he said, trying to charm his way out of it with a sheepish grin.

Rhea just shook her head, though her expression softened as she reached across the table to place a comforting hand over his. “No way, mister. I love Jeyce but this is your time and he deserves to hear it from you. No passing the buck this time.”

Jey groaned, leaning back in his chair with a laugh that was half-exasperated, half-amused. “So you’re really making me bite the bullet, huh?”

Rhea nudged him gently, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yup! You’re doing it. And I don’t want to hear any complaints,” she said, though her tone was warm. “He needs to hear this from you, Jey. He looks up to you, even if he doesn’t show it right now.”

Jey sighed, finally nodding as he accepted his fate. “Alright, alright… guess I’ll be givin’ ‘the talk’ after all,” he muttered, his voice a mix of reluctance and determination. “But don’t be surprised if I call you in for backup if he has questions.”

Rhea chuckled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Deal,” she agreed, her tone softening. “You’ve got this, Jey. Just be real with him. He’s a good kid… even if he’s a little lost right now.”

They shared a small, understanding smile as they resumed their meal, the tension between them easing. As they cleared the table, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as a team. For each other, and for Jeyce.

—

January 29th, 2025 7:11 AM.

Jeyce carefully placed his sketch of Demi into his binder, making sure not to smudge or bend it. It had taken him the better part of yesterday’s evening and this morning to get every detail just right, from her jet-black hair to the bold design of the superhero cape he’d imagined for her. The drawing was a tribute to the version of Demi he saw—a powerful, mysterious superhero with a vampire edge that fit her vibe perfectly.

Satisfied that the sketch was safe, he closed his binder, slid it into his backpack, and headed downstairs. His eyes lit up when he spotted a box of fresh donuts sitting on the kitchen counter. His dad must have picked them up on his way back from the gym. Jeyce grabbed a napkin, carefully picked out two donuts—one for him, and one he’d specifically chosen for Demi. He bolted out of the house, nearly forgetting to punch in the code to unlock the gate. The door buzzed open, and he slipped through, making sure it locked behind him.

As he jogged up the street, he spotted Demi waiting by the street post. She stood with her usual calm demeanor, her black backpack slung over one shoulder as she waited for the bus. The other kids around her seemed absorbed in their own little worlds, not paying her any attention.

“Good morning!” Jeyce greeted her with a bright smile, pulling the donut from his napkin and extending it to her. Demi’s eyes lit up as she took it, and a smile spread across her face.

“You picked me out the perfect donut,” she said, her voice soft and pleased. The chocolate-iced donut was covered in purple and green sprinkles, just like she would’ve chosen herself. She took a small, proud bite, and Jeyce watched as she savored it with a sheepish smile.

Jeyce grinned, biting into his own donut—a lemon-filled one he’d grown fond of over the years. They stood there together, sharing a quiet, happy moment as they ate their breakfast under the morning sky. By the time the school bus pulled up, they’d finished their donuts, brushing their hands off as they climbed aboard.

Once they found their seats, Jeyce felt a nervous excitement bubble up inside him. He turned to Demi, trying to keep his cool but unable to hold back his enthusiasm. “Hey, I, uh… I made something for you,” he said, reaching into his backpack.

Demi’s eyes lit up with curiosity as he pulled out his binder and carefully slipped the drawing out. He held it out to her, his hand slightly trembling. “I know it’s kinda silly, but… I made you a superhero. Like, a vampire superhero,” he explained, his cheeks already turning pink.

Demi took the drawing, her eyes widening as she looked at it. A grin spread across her face, her expression one of pure amazement. “Jeyce… this is incredible!” she whispered, her voice filled with genuine awe. She studied every detail—the sharp edges of her cape, the intense expression he’d drawn on her face, the little fangs peeking from her smile. “I look so… powerful!”

Without thinking, Demi leaned over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Jeyce. I love it.”

Jeyce’s face turned bright red, his heart racing as he tried to keep his composure. He hadn’t expected her reaction, let alone the soft kiss she’d given him. He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly as he stammered, “Y-you’re welcome. I’m glad you like it.”

Demi grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Now I have to make something for you,” she promised, her voice full of excitement.

Jeyce’s blush deepened, but he couldn’t help the big grin on his face. “I’d like that,” he said softly, already looking forward to whatever Demi would come up with. As the bus rumbled down the road, they sat together, sharing excited glances, their morning made brighter by each other’s company and the unexpected promise of a friendship that felt like it was blossoming into something more.

—

Rhea, fresh from her shower after a morning run with the dogs, felt her stomach grumble as she made her way downstairs. The baby had already started developing a taste for all the wrong things, craving sweets and carbs that Rhea usually avoided. But today, she was happy to indulge. Jey had texted her during her run, letting her know he’d picked up some donuts on his way back from the gym, with a couple of special picks just for her and their little one growing inside her.

As she neared the kitchen, she couldn’t help but sing under her breath, “Donuts, donuts, donuts, baby wants donuts…” Her steps quickened in excitement as she approached the box on the counter. She lifted the lid, fully expecting to see her two donuts—a chocolate iced one with purple and green sprinkles for the baby and a lemon-filled one just for herself.

But instead, she found only Jey’s apple fritter and a lone glazed donut, likely meant for Jeyce. Her smile faded, replaced by a look of disbelief.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, her hand still resting on the empty space where her donuts should’ve been.

Without wasting a second, she marched to the laundry room where she found Jey, casually folding towels, blissfully unaware of her growing annoyance. He looked up and grinned when he saw her.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted, holding up a perfectly folded towel. “Everything alright?”

Rhea crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Where are my donuts, Jey?”

He chuckled, clearly thinking she was joking. “They’re on the counter, babe. Just like I said in the text.”

Rhea laughed, a short, exasperated sound, and shook her head. “No, they aren’t, Jey. There’s only your apple fritter and a glazed donut. Mine are nowhere to be found.”

Jey’s smile faltered as he processed her words. “Wait, what? Are you sure?”

Rhea’s eyes narrowed playfully, though her craving was making her patience wear thin. “Yes, Jey. I know what I’m talking about. The donuts you picked out for me and the baby are missing.”

Jey looked confused for a second, glancing toward the kitchen. And then, as the realization hit him, his eyes widened. “Oh, no…”

“What?” Rhea asked, crossing her arms a little tighter.

Jey rubbed the back of his neck, trying to stifle a laugh. “I think… Jeyce might’ve taken them. He could’ve grabbed them on his way out this morning.”

Rhea’s jaw dropped. “He took my donuts?” she said in a mock-horrified tone, though she couldn’t help the hint of a smile that was breaking through.

Jey held up his hands, a helpless grin spreading across his face. “Babe, I’m sure he didn’t mean to. Maybe he just thought they were extras.”

Rhea sighed dramatically, though the amusement was starting to win over her frustration. “Great. Our son is already stealing food from his pregnant bonus mom and his unborn sibling.”

Jey chuckled, pulling her into a gentle hug. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll get you more donuts. I’ll even get you a whole box just for you and the little one.”

Rhea let out a reluctant laugh, leaning into him as she gave in to his hug. “You’d better,” she teased, her stomach still grumbling in protest. “And this time, put a label on them that says, ‘Mom and Baby Only.’”

Jey laughed, giving her a quick peck on the forehead. “I got you, babe. Next time, Jeyce won’t even know they’re there.”

[acknowledge-reigns]

Pinterest Quotes that made me think of the OG Bloodline ☝🏾❤:

[alonelybih]

Rhea: Love at first sight doesn’t exist.

Jey: Then how do i describe how i felt when i first saw you?

Rhea: Y-you love me?

Jey: Apparently not, according to you.

[visioninacone]

[milk-crater]

Been thinking about Sami being called 'Sami Uso' and how it hits different now than when Roman was chief. During the 'feeling ucey' segment, Roman tells Jey to fall in line and accept Sami, and that if he didn't Roman would make it so that Sami would not just be an honorary uce, but Roman would change his name to 'Sami Uso.'

(side note but my kingdom for an enemies-to-lovers forced marriage Samijey fic where Roman insists that they get married so Sami literally becomes Sami Uso. But I digress) Look at Sami's reaction to the idea of becoming Sami Uso! Pure delight! But this is a Sami would is just so hungry for acceptance from Roman and the others that he doesn't see (or ignores) how demeaning Roman's words are here. Bro is just asserting that he can change Sami's name like that? And like practically every Sami-Jey-Roman interaction, it's less about affirming/lifting up Sami and more about keeping Jey down. Roman repeatedly pitted them against each other (even as he said he wished for them to get along) in order to keep them both loyal to him, jockeying for his favor. Dangling the moniker of 'Sami Uso' was just one other way to keep them fighting, a carrot for Sami, a stick for Jey. But NOW...now the crowds chanting for 'Sami Uso' takes on a new meaning. They aren't chanting for him to be part of the Bloodline, but for him to be on the side of Jey and Jimmy. And the fact that it is JEY who calls him Sami Uso, who uses that name when it the past it was used deliberately by Roman to make Jey second-guess himself...that's really powerful. It's like they've both reclaimed something that Roman had made twisted and dirty, made it pure again. AND there's just the lovely symbolism of how the name 'Sami Uso' puts Sami on the same level as the twins. It shows that he is in fact closer to them then their own brother: Solo doesn't even have the same last name as them! Their shoot brother! But Sami 'Uso' does! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0ZONJnpeGY

[miru-has-thoughts]

NOT SAMI USO

At this point, Sami is Jey's real twin that just came out red headed

[just-another-personal-side-blog]

Summary: On medical leave, Rhea hears from the absolute last person ever.

***

Rhea appreciated all the care Buddy was treating her with. It was hard not to sink into a type of depression, what with the bandages blocking half her vision. There was no way of knowing how long she'd be out of the ring for... and that's what hurt the most. The word 'indefinitely' was clawing away at her hope, this wasn't how the story was supposed to go.

She made her way through the quiet house heading to the kitchen, loyal fur babies sticking close to their mama's heels. Tossing her cell onto the granite counter, Damian was keeping up w her... he'll he was the first person to show up and check in. Between him, Jey, and Buddy, she was almost distracted enough from the self pity that kept trying to surge forth to drown her.

Pulling out leftovers from dinner the night before, setting the microwave to one minute, before leaning against the center island. Before the timer could beep, Rhea's phone began to buzz against the counter signaling a new text. There was a brief pause, knowing the boys were all busy with work. She couldn't begin to guess who might be checking in...

After a pause she took a look at the number of the last person who could be reaching out.

Edge: I heard what happened with Liv. Did the Doctors give you a timeline?

A decisive scoff escaped at first, he hadn't been in contact since the day The OG Judgement Day jumped him. Their former great leader moved on with his career, while the beast he created became corrupted by toxic personalities. At first she was tempted to block his contact, but a flicker of indignant fury flared up.

Rhea: Why do you care? Thought you had bigger and better going on.

The microwave beeped distracting her momentarily, as she moved the leftovers onto a plate, the phone vibrated again.

Edge: If anyone understands what its like being put on a shelf due to injury it'd be me.

Edge: What did the Doctors tell you?

The anger was smothered by the knowledge that... he wasn't lying. Not everyone suffers from neck damage and comes back after 9 years. That thought made her heart plummet into the pit of her stomach. A wave of nausea swelled killing any appetite Rhea had, w a sigh of defeat the leftovers went right back into the fridge.

For a few moments she read and reread  the messages, until the woman got the confidence to replay.

Rhea: They don't know how long my recovery may take. I'm just lucky I didn't end up with a concussion as well.

She paused before adding,

Rhea: I'm more angry than anything else. Twice now Liv has caused me to end up off the roster for a period of time.

Rhea: But I'm more angry with myself for letting it happen.

Another hesitation, why was she telling him all this... her finger hovered over the mute button.

Edge: I get it. Right now you need to focus on healing, you're stronger than you realize.

Edge: It's easy to give in to the self loathing and blame. That voice is lying to you. I'm willing to bet you'll be delivering payback no later than New Years Day.

That brought a small smile, everyone was treating her like a broken toy. She appreciated the knowledge there was someone believing in her.

Edge: Be kind to yourself, rest up, allow the healing process to move at the pace your body needs. And throughout prepare for the deliverance you will rain down on Liv.

A shaky exhale escaped her lungs, he was right... she knew he was right. It took a few minutes before Rhea was emotionally able to reply.

Rhea: Thanks.

Rhea: I didn't realize how much I needed to hear that.

Edge: Of course.

Edge: Know that outside of everything, I'm proud of you and Damian. You two are beasts in the ring, Finn doesn't realize who he betrayed.

She couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her limbs. A sense of comfort and safety.... a lot like when she won her first match back in Australia.

Edge: You show that phony Judgement Day why I chose you and Priest first. Know Beth and I are cheering by two on.

Edge: And if you need someone to talk to who can understand what your dealing with, I'm just a call away. Any time.

With a pause she couldn't help the small smile of appreciation, there was a momentary sense of relief... and that fire was fanned once more.

Rhea: We won't let you down.

Edge: You two never could.

With that the caller id signaled Buddy calling to probably ask if she wanted him to grab anything from the grocery store. And for the first time since waking up in the hospital she had a release of the tightness in her body.

It felt a lot like having a parent acknowledge your success,  Rhea had forgotten how that was. A smile curled her lips as she answered her hubby's call. Now there was a fresh hope blossoming in her heart. Liv wasn't gonna put her down like a rabid dog, she would let her feel safe for a time before making an epic return.

Scorched earth, nothing would be left of the Temu Judgement Day. Now was the era of The Terror Twins and their fiery wrath.

A fractured orbital socket wouldn't stop her, an injured leg didn't stop her, heartbreak didn't stop her. This wasn't the end of her story, that was for certain.

[samijey]

Jey on the outside: gravely serious Jey on the inside: blushing, giggling, kicking his feet

[punksrhea]

JEY USO WWE RAW, October 7th, 2024

[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Baecation ᰔᩚ

Plot: Gianna (OC) heads to Hawaii with her best friend for a celebratory girls trip, completely unaware that she’d meet the man of her dreams.

Warning: Hefty flirting & mature language!

"May I have a piña colada please?" I ask the bartender, leaning against the tiki bar counter.

This man is drop dead gorgeous.

I'm talking thick curls, a gorgeous body with a v-line that's barely covered by his cargo shorts, and tattooed skin that's the perfect shade of caramel.

"Of course beautiful," he replies, and automatically gets to work on my drink.

I smile sweetly and turn to my best friend Trinity, that's stood next to me with my jaw dropped.

She playfully whacks my arm and covers her mouth to hide her giggles.

"There you are love," the man replies, sliding over my drink.

"Thank you so much," I reply smiling again, and slip him a $5 bill.

He takes my hand and stops it from sliding the rest of the way towards him.

"You're all taken care of," he exclaims. "A lady as beautiful as you should never pay the bill."

My cheeks immediately turn hot and I just know I look identical to a tomato. "I-Are you sure? Thank you so much!"

He gives me a warm smile, before bringing my hand up to his lips and placing a soft kiss on my knuckles. "Anytime, beautiful. Now go enjoy your day."

I smile and thank him yet again, before walking off with Trin by my side.

On our walk back to the beach house, I take a sip of my drink.

"Ooo girl I think he put extra rum in this," I coo, doing a little dance. "I might have to let him put a ring on it."

Trin nearly chokes on her drink, bursting into laughter. "Girl that man was whipped for you! And who wouldn't be?!"

I dramatically pout my lips and pull her into a hug.

For a little context, Trin and I are both professional wrestlers.

A tag team to be exact.

The other night, we won our championships back from Alba Fyre and Ilsa Dawn.

And to celebrate, we booked a three day trip in Hawaii.

"What time does the ship arrive?" I ask, taking a seat on a lounge chair next to her.

"Around 4:15," she replies, picking up her phone and tapping on the lock screen to reveal the time. "So we have a good hour to kill."

I nod, taking another sip from my drink.

We decide to spend the first half our just relaxing and chatting, and the other heading back into the house and get ready for the day.

I end up picking a cute pastel green knit bikini, a matching hat, and my Burberry slides.

"BODYYYYY!" Trin squeals and claps her hands, hyping me up when I walk out of the bathroom.

I giggle, twirling and posing for her.

"Thank you boo!" I reply, giving her a warm hug.

She hugs back and kisses my cheek as we pull away.

—————————————————————————————————

We’ve been on the ship for almost 2 hours - exploring the island from afar, taking cute pictures, trying incredible Hawaiian food, swimming, and jamming out to island music.

It's such a fun and quality-filled time with my best friend. <3

"I'm gonna go grab a drink," I say, as I get up from one of the deck lounge chairs. "Do you want anything?"

"I'll take whatever you're having," Trin replies, poking my side.

I giggle and nod. "Alrighty I'll be back in a sec."

I head downstairs to the bar area and my eyes widen at the sight I'm brought with.

The same gorgeous bartender from earlier looks up and immediately smiles once he sees me. "Hi again, gorgeous."

I smile back and sit down. "Hi. Are you following me or something?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "As much as it seems that way, nah. My cousin actually owns the ship, so I volunteered to bartend just for today."

I nod, and cross my arms over the counter. "How strange that we ran into each other twice the one day you're working here."

He shrugs. "It's a small world, babygirl. Anyway, what can I get you?"

I smile at the pet name. "Two dirty shirleys please. Preferably as strong as you made my piña this afternoon."

He smirks and winks at me before going to work on our drinks, and once finished, slides them both over to me.

I reach into my purse, before he stops me again. "Don't even think about it."

I playfully roll my eyes, smiling, while taking a sip of my drink.

"Thank you again," I reply, getting up.

"You're very welcome beautiful," he coos. "You know what I just realized? I never got your name."

I smile and hold out my hand. "I'm Gianna."

"Gianna," he repeats, taking and shaking it. "That's a gorgeous name. Fitting for a gorgeous lady."

I blush, smiling. "Thank you. And you are?"

"Oh my bad," he replies, chuckling. "I'm Joshua. You can call me Josh. Or Jey. Or really anything."

I giggle quietly. "Josh sounds perfect."

He smiles and strokes my hand with his thumb. "Listen, I don't mean to be too up front or a bother, but would you like to go out tonight? I know a couple awesome restaurants around here."

I smile, tilting my head. "Sure. And you're no bother, I promise."

He gives me a warm smile. "Perfect. I'll meet you on the beach at around 8?"

I nod, taking another sip of my drink, before entering my number into his phone. "That sounds perfect. I'll see you then."

He nods, kisses my hand, we say our goodbyes, and I walk off.

"Girl," I say, hurrying over to Trin. "You're gonna die."

"I know," she teases. "It's as hot as the pits of hell out here and I still don't have a drink in my hand."

"Oh shit," I reply, handing her the other glass. "Sorry."

She giggles and shakes her head. "I'm just teasing, sis. Now spill."

I sit down on the chair next to her and set my glass down. "Remember the bartender from earlier?"

"The one that had the hots for you?" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

I playfully shove her shoulder and she laughs. "He's working downstairs and...let's just say I have a date tonight."

Her eyes go wide before she squeals and pulls me into a hug. "Gi that's amazing! I told you!"

I giggle, hugging back. "I know! I'm so excited!"

"You really do deserve this sweetheart," she says, before taking a sip from her glass once we pull away. "It's been so long. I'm so happy for you."

I stick out my bottom lip and smile sweetly.

A couple years of ago, I was in a super toxic and abusive relationship with a former colleague named Carmelo Hayes.

To make a long story short, he was super egotistical, made me feel like shit almost every day of our relationship, and even put his hands on me once in a while when he didn't get what he wanted.

It was a super scary time, but Trin was by my side throughout and helped me build the confidence to end things with him.

My soulmate in best friend form. <3

"It really has," I reply. "But Josh is super respectful. He's already ten times the man that Carmelo ever was."

She smiles, taking another sip of her drink. "It really does look like he adores you already. These island men are something dangerous."

We share a laugh and enjoy the rest of our time on the ship together.

—————————————————————————————————

It's now about three hours later - around 7:05 to be exact - and Trin is helping me get ready for my date.

"I'm thinking we curl your hair," she says, playing with my hair in the mirror. "And then tuck in these two front pieces."

I hold up my hands. "You're the master. Work your magic queen!"

She flicks her hair off her shoulder and we share a laugh before she gets to work.

"I love it," I squeal, once she finishes. "Thank you Trinny!"

Trin sets down her curling iron and gives me a quick hug from the back before heading out of the bathroom. "Anytime babes. Now get changed so I can see the full effect."

I give her a warm smile and nod before taking my dress off of its hanger.

We picked out a pretty baby blue mini dress that compliments my skin perfectly.

Once I'm done getting dressed, I step out of the bathroom and pose. "Ta-da!"

Trin looks up from her phone and automatically squeals, throwing it aside. "Oh. My. God. Sis you look GORGEOUS!"

I scream and giggle as she pulls me into the tightest hug. "Thank you bestie! I couldn't have done this without you!"

We rock back and forth for a bit before she plays with my hair and makes sure my dress looks perfect in the mirror.

"Alright girly you're all ready! Have the best time and call me if you need me!" she coos, hugging me.

I smile and hug back. "I will Trin. Thank you for everything."

We say our goodbyes and I'm off to the beach to meet the dreamiest man in the world.

—————————————————————————————————

After a few minutes of walking on the beach, I see a figure standing against the bar counter.

As I get closer, I see that it’s Josh - dressed in a white loose polo shirt with the first 2 buttons opened and jeans.

"Hi gorgeous," he coos, reaching out his arm for a hug. "You look incredible."

I smile and gladly accept the hug, resting my chin on his shoulder. "Thank you, love. You do too.”

His hand rests on my back just above my ass.

"You ready to go?" he asks, pulling away and holding my hand. Our reservation is in a couple minutes."

I nod, smiling. "I'm super excited. All the Hawaiian food I've tried so far here has been incredible."

He gives me a warm smile and we head to the restaurant, making some more small talk on the way.

The date itself is amazing.

I ordered the most delicious loco moco - a rice and meat dish with gravy and egg, and Josh and I shared pretty much our life stories.

I could tell he was listening to my every word - which is something I'm not exactly used to, but I love about him.

Now, we've decided to take a walk on the shoreline.

"How'd you like the food?" he asks, looking down at me.

"Incredible as expected," I reply looking back at him, smiling. "But it gave me one hell of a food coma."

I rub my stomach with my free hand as he chuckles. "Yeah Hawaiian food is pretty filling. But I'm glad you enjoyed it."

I smile sweetly, until he stops walking and turns to me.

We kinda just stare into each other's eyes for a bit, and of course, I'm blushing the entire time.

"You really are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," he coos, taking a strand of hair away from my face and adjusting the flower by my ear, which he gave me earlier at dinner.

I blush, looking down smiling. "Thank you, Josh."

He gently lifts my chin and I'm met with his gorgeous face once again. "Don't be shy, love. Unlike that douche that you were telling me about at dinner, I'll take care of you. I promise."

I blush even harder, still smiling like an idiot.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks, cupping my face and stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"That depends," I reply. "Do you care if I kiss back?"

He chuckles and leans in, cupping my face and pressing our lips together.

I automatically kiss back, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his curls.

His hands travel to my waist, pulling me in closer, and deepening the kiss.

With every stroke, I feel more and more ascended to heaven.

This man is perfect.

The perfect kisser anyway.

We slowly pull away and gently touch foreheads.

"You're incredible babygirl," he coos, taking both of my hands before kissing my left one.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reply, teasing him and smiling.

We share a laugh and our lips meet again - only for a peck this time - before we continue our walk, hand in hand.

Eventually, it gets pretty dark and he walks me home.

"I had the best time with you tonight," he says, turning to me once we get to the beach house.

I smile and reach up to run my fingers through his hair. "Me too Josh. Thank you for everything."

He smiles back and leans down, allowing our lips to connect once more.

After a couple strokes, he pulls away and kisses my cheek. "Have a good night."

"You too," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

I watch him walk off before heading inside to reunite with Trin, who's sitting cross-legged on the bed, her lip dramatically stuck out, signaling that she heard everything.

The second I see her, I start laughing. “Trin, you’re like a raccoon.”

"You two are fucking ADORABLEEEE!" she squeals, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug.

I giggle and hug her back. "Thank you girl. He's truly amazing."

"You have to tell me everything!" she demands, taking my hand and pulling me onto the bed.

"Okay so first..." I reply, and go on to tell her every little detail.

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Sacrifices / BTR Book 2: a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 8: of course I’m going to give $25 to my nephew..

January 29th, 2025 12:27PM

Jeyce and Demi sat at the usual loner lunch table, sharing laughs as they recounted their morning classes. Demi, as always, had a way of making him laugh, her wit sharper than most people realized. For the first time since the awkward conversation with his dad, Jeyce felt completely at ease.

As she took a sip from her juice box, Demi looked at him, her dark eyes gleaming with excitement. “So… do you have any plans for Friday?” she asked casually, her voice slightly playful.

Jeyce shrugged, though his heart was already racing. “Uh, yeah… kind of. My brother Jaciyah’s coming down with our mom. He’s been staying with her to help her with the move to Stamford,” he explained, trying to keep his tone casual.

Demi nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. “Well, I was going to invite you to a listening party for The Smiths at this place called CD Master Copy downtown,” she said, her voice hopeful. “My sister is visiting this weekend and she said she could take us. She’s cool with it.”

Jeyce’s brain froze for a second. The Smiths? He’d never even heard of them. But the idea of spending time with Demi outside of school, hanging out and listening to music, was too good to pass up. He found himself nodding, a little too eagerly. “Yeah… yeah, sure! That sounds fun, you didn’t mention a sister.” he replied, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.

Demi’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Awesome! You’ll love it; they’re amazing. You didn’t mention a brother.” She smiled, gathering her things as the bell rang. “See you on the bus?”

“Yeah… see you on the bus,” Jeyce replied, his face breaking into a smile as he watched her walk away. When she was out of earshot, he muttered under his breath, “Oh, crap…”

As he trudged to his next class, he couldn’t shake the feeling of both excitement and dread. Telling his dad about this was going to be a challenge. But one thing was certain—he wasn’t about to miss out on his first real chance to spend time with Demi.

—

Jeyce had barely dropped his backpack by the door before he went looking for his dad. He knew he had to tell him about the listening party with Demi, but his nerves were eating away at him. He finally spotted Jey tending to the greenhouse, his hands gently packing flower seeds into the soil. Jey was probably doing it for Rhea—Jeyce had caught on to his dad’s habit of planting little surprises for her.

“Hey, Dad,” Jeyce called, leaning against the greenhouse door.

Jey looked up, a small smile forming. “Hey, buddy. I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” he said, pushing another seed into the soil.

Jeyce tilted his head, curiosity replacing his nervousness for a moment. “Oh? Go ahead.”

Jey let out a breath, his eyes shifting away briefly before looking back at Jeyce. “So, you’re going to be thirteen in a couple of months…” he began, his tone a mix of seriousness and awkwardness.

Jeyce felt his own curiosity spike, a bit wary. “Yeah?” he replied, eyebrows raised in confusion.

Jey cleared his throat, visibly trying to find the right words. “Well, when me and your uncle were about your age, we started noticing… changes in our bodies.” He gave Jeyce a meaningful look, as though that explained everything.

Jeyce squinted slightly, still not fully understanding. “Yeaahhhh…” he replied slowly, hoping his dad would get to the point.

Jey rubbed the back of his neck, seeming even more uncomfortable now. “Well… look, son, if you’re, you know, noticing changes… it’s important to talk to me or, uh, someone about it. I don’t want you going on bad websites or—”

“Dad! No! Ew!” Jeyce interrupted, his face scrunching up in horror. He threw his hands up, backing away from his dad. “Nevermind! I’m out of here!”

He turned and bolted back toward the house, desperate to escape the painfully awkward conversation. As he hurried off, he could hear his dad’s voice behind him, tinged with exasperation and a little humor. “Well, that went well,” Jey muttered to himself, rubbing his temples.

Inside the house, Jeyce’s heart was still racing, but he couldn’t help but laugh a little at how disastrous the conversation had been. His dad was just trying, even if it was embarrassing. But one thing was clear—there was no way he was bringing up the listening party with Demi.

Jeyce climbed the stairs to his room, still feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief after his awkward talk with his dad. As he reached the top, he saw Rhea coming out of her room, adjusting her hair and humming softly to herself.

Jeyce hesitated for a moment, feeling a sudden, overwhelming need to say something—anything—to ease the lingering awkwardness and tension from earlier. “Rhea,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rhea stopped, turning to face him with a gentle, curious smile. “Yes, Jeyce?” she asked, her tone as warm as ever.

Jeyce took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing slightly. “I… I love you still,” he mumbled, the words spilling out quicker than he had intended.

Rhea’s expression softened even more, her smile widening as she took in his words. Before she could respond, though, Jeyce quickly darted toward his room, not waiting to see her reaction.

As he shut his door, he heard her soft laughter drift down the hallway, filled with warmth and understanding. He let out a small sigh of relief, feeling the weight on his chest lighten just a bit. Even if things were changing in his life and family, moments like this reminded him that some things—like love—were solid and steady.

Jeyce threw himself onto his bed, feeling a strange mix of emotions. He knew things were about to get more complicated with Demi and whatever this listening party was going to bring, but for now, he felt a sense of calm.

—

Rhea found Jey in the greenhouse, kneeling among the rows of freshly planted flower seeds. He was focused on his task, carefully arranging the soil and making sure everything was just right for the blooms to come. She smiled at the sight, her heart swelling with affection for the man she came to love.

As she stepped closer, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. “What a wonderful job you’re doing here!” she said, her voice warm and encouraging.

Jey looked up, his expression brightening. “Thanks babe..” he replied, his cheeks slightly flushed from the unexpected affection.

Jey decided it was the perfect moment to share his earlier conversation with Jeyce. “I took your advice..” he said, brushing the dirt from his hands. “I talked to Jeyce about… you know, puberty.”

Rhea burst into laughter, the sound ringing through the greenhouse like music. “Oh my gosh, how did that go?” she asked, wiping a tear from her eye.

Jey scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Not well, I think. I might have scared him off a bit.”

Still chuckling, Rhea shook her head. “Well, it’s a tough topic, but you’re a good dad for trying.”

Once the laughter settled, Rhea’s smile turned tender. “Oh, and speaking of Jeyce, he told me earlier that he still loves me,” she said, her heart fluttering at the thought.

Jey smiled, his gaze softening. “He still loves his bonus mommy,” he echoed, warmth spreading through him at the bond they had as a family.

Rhea nodded, her eyes sparkling. “It means so much to me.. he is growing..”

Jey looked around the greenhouse, the vibrant colors of the flowers surrounding them. “He is. It’s a little scary, but also kind of exciting to see him become his own person,” he said, feeling a sense of pride wash over him.

Rhea placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re doing great, Jey. Just keep being there for him, and we’ll figure it out together.”

Jey nodded, feeling grateful for Rhea’s support. “I’m glad we’re in this together,” he replied, giving her a soft smile.

With their hearts feeling a little lighter, Rhea joined her fiancé as he returned to planting, the sun streaming through the greenhouse windows, casting a warm glow over their small family as they embraced the journey ahead.

—

Jeyce stared at his phone, anxiety swirling in his stomach as he read the text from Demi. Here are the details: $25 a person, 7-8:30 PM, black attire encouraged. A wave of dread washed over him. There was no way he could ask his dad for money—not after their awkward conversation about puberty. And Rhea? He certainly didn’t want to bring that up with her either.

But then, a light bulb went off in his head. He scrolled through the contacts on his phone, searching for a solution. His finger hovered over “Uncle Joe,” the name that brought a smile to his face. He clicked the FaceTime button, his heart racing as he waited for his uncle to answer.

“Hey there, if it isn’t my favorite nephew!” Joe’s face appeared on the screen, a wide grin spreading across his features.

Jeyce couldn’t help but smile back, despite his nerves. “Uncle, I need help. I’m in a pickle.”

Joe’s brow raised in curiosity. “What happened?”

��I met this girl, her name is Demi, and she is so cool, Joe! She has black hair and she looks like a vampire,” Jeyce said, his excitement bubbling over.

Joe chuckled. “I take it you met her in school?”

“Yes!” Jeyce exclaimed, feeling a surge of pride. “She’s really nice.”

“Is this the same school where you hit that other kid with a lunch box?” Joe teased.

Jeyce rolled his eyes, embarrassment creeping up his neck. “Did Dad tell you?”

Joe laughed heartily. “He put me and your Uncle Jon on a Zoom meeting and told us. I must say, you could have done a spear, far better.”

“I’m not doing a spear, Uncle Joe,” Jeyce replied, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

“Okay, okay,” Joe said, still chuckling. “So, what’s going on with Demi?”

Jeyce took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. “Well, she invited me to this listening party, and it’s $25 to get in. I also wanted to buy her a milkshake afterward, and well… my dad just gave me a puberty talk, and now I’m emotionally scarred.”

Joe couldn’t contain his laughter, his hearty chuckles echoing through the speaker. “I can’t say I blame you, buddy. That talk can be pretty brutal.”

“For real, Uncle Joe,” Jeyce pleaded, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Can you help me out?”

“Sure thing, little man. I’ll send some money to your Cash App,” Joe replied, his tone turning serious. “Just remember, you’re still a kid, and it’s okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes. You’ve got a great future ahead of you.”

“Thank you so much!” Jeyce said, relief flooding through him. “You’re the best!”

“Just keep being yourself, and don’t forget to show Demi a good time. She sounds like a great girl,” Joe advised, giving Jeyce a knowing smile.

As they finished their conversation, Jeyce felt lighter, the looming date feeling less daunting. With Uncle Joe’s help, he could make it work. He hung up, excitement bubbling within him as he imagined the evening ahead, all while secretly vowing to himself to keep practicing his social skills—spear or not.

—

Later that night, Rhea and Jey lay together on their California king-size bed, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm light across the room. Rhea had been focused on her laptop, and now she looked up with a triumphant smile. “There, it’s done,” she announced, closing the lid.

Jey looked up from his phone, curiosity piqued. “What’s done?”

Rhea beamed. “I booked our couple’s therapy appointment with the new therapist for next Monday.”

Jey nodded, feeling a sense of relief. “That’s good, babe. It’s about time we started working on things.”

“Oh, and don’t forget you have your physical therapy appointment tomorrow,” Rhea reminded him, a hint of concern in her voice.

“I know, I know,” Jey replied, waving his hand dismissively. He put his phone down and closed Rhea’s laptop, wanting to draw her attention back to him. Craving some intimacy, he turned to her, his expression softening. “How is my baby doing?”

Rhea smirked, her playful side coming out. “Well, baby and mommy both would’ve appreciated their donuts this morning.”

Jey burst into laughter, shaking his head. “Babe, really?”

“Don’t act like you’re not partially responsible for this craving,” Rhea shot back, her tone teasing. Jey sighed dramatically.

“You could’ve redeemed yourself tomorrow, but Bruce comes back and I have to be in the office.” Rhea said.

“Boooo,” he continued, making a face. “What I wanted was one of those sexy afternoons.” He raised his eyebrows, giving her a sultry smirk that made her giggle.

“Don’t tempt me right now, mister,” Rhea laughed, shaking her head.

“I’m just saying,” Jey replied, leaning closer, his voice lowering playfully. “I’m trying to get it in every night, babe. Who knows? One day you’re going to wake up and hate me.”

Rhea laughed again, the sound light and carefree. “That’s the beauty of pregnancy,” she said, grinning at him. “You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

“I don’t think I could ever hate you,” Jey said earnestly, his gaze searching hers. “Even on your worst days, you’re still the most amazing woman I know.”

Rhea’s heart swelled at his words, and she reached out to cup his face with her hand. “You’re sweet. Just remember, I might be a little cranky at times, especially with these hormones.”

“Bring it on,” Jey challenged playfully, leaning into her touch. “I’ll take cranky Rhea any day.”

She laughed, feeling lighter in that moment. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Warned and ready,” Jey said with a wink. He shifted closer, wrapping his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body against his. “Now, how about we just enjoy this moment? No donuts, no therapy talk—just us.”

Rhea smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I like the sound of that.”

They settled into a comfortable silence, the weight of the world outside their door fading away. In that intimate space, they found solace in each other, the love they shared radiating like a comforting blanket. As they lay entwined, they both knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united as a family.

—

Jeyce lay sprawled on his bed, holding his phone up as he FaceTimed with Demi. She was propped up against her pillows, lying in her own bed, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. The soft glow from her bedside lamp gave her an almost ethereal look.

“So… how is your family… blended?” Demi asked, her curiosity evident.

Jeyce took a deep breath, wondering how to put it into words. “Well, my brother Jaciyah told me that our dad just… fell out of love with our mom. And then he met Rhea—my bonus mom, Rhea Ripley.” He added the last part a bit shyly, as if he wasn’t sure how Demi would take it.

Demi’s eyes widened, a sparkle of excitement flickering in them. “Rhea Ripley? Like, the Rhea Ripley?”

Jeyce chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, she’s my bonus mom.”

Demi sighed wistfully, resting her chin on her hand. “I’d be happy every day if that was my bonus mom. My bonus dad is… well, he’s kind of a jerk.”

Jeyce’s expression softened with sympathy. “Why doesn’t your sister live with you?”

Demi shrugged, looking down briefly. “She wanted to live with my mom and my bonus dad in New Haven. So now it’s just me, my dad, and our cat, Thunder.” She gave him a small, reassuring smile. “It’s not so bad, though. Thunder keeps me company when I need it.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Jeyce said quietly, realizing how hard it must be for Demi to feel separated from her family.

Demi’s face brightened, her eyes warm. “It’s okay. At least we have each other, right?”

Jeyce felt his face heat up, his heart doing a little flip at her words. “Yeah… I’m glad we do.”

After a moment of silence, Jeyce finally gathered the courage to bring up what had been on his mind since this morning. “Uh, about… the kiss on the cheek?”

Demi’s cheeks tinged a light pink as she looked down, biting her lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I won’t do it again.”

Jeyce’s heart raced, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “No! I… I liked it.”

Demi’s eyes lit up, her shy smile returning. “Oh. Well, Friday… can we consider it as a… date?”

Jeyce stuttered, the nerves taking over. “Y-y-yeah! I mean, yes! Of course!”

Demi giggled at his adorable response, her eyes shining with excitement. “Great. It’s a date, then.”

They both fell into an easy silence, each lost in the thrill of this new, uncharted territory. Jeyce could feel his cheeks hurting from smiling, but he didn’t care. For the first time, he felt like he’d found someone who understood him, someone he could talk to about anything.

As they continued to chat, the worries of the day faded away, replaced by the warmth of young love and the comfort of knowing they were no longer alone.

—

Friday, January 31st, 2025 - 4:37 PM

Jeyce held both of Demi’s hands as they stood at their usual streetlamp post where the bus dropped them off each day. The late afternoon light cast a warm glow over them, and the anticipation in the air was palpable.

“I can’t wait to see you tonight,” Demi said, her voice light with excitement. She smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling. “My sister wants you at the house by 6:45.”

Jeyce’s heart fluttered as he nodded. “Perfect,” he replied, almost too quickly, eager to get the evening started. He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the cheek, a gesture that felt both sweet and thrilling.

“See you later,” Demi said, a soft smile on her lips. They exchanged one last look before going their separate ways.

Jeyce’s feet barely touched the ground as he sprinted home. His mind raced with thoughts of the night ahead. He couldn’t believe it. It was his very first date. His first date with his boo Demi. She was everything he liked—smart, funny, and incredibly beautiful.

Arriving at the house, he quickly entered the code to the gate, the familiar mechanical sound of the gate unlocking giving him a sense of urgency. He hurried up the pathway and through the front door, only to find his mom, Takecia, sitting at the kitchen table, chatting with Rhea and Jey.

“Hey, Mom? Where’s Jaciyah?” Jeyce asked, barely catching his breath from the run. His excitement was palpable, but he didn’t have time for pleasantries.

Jey raised an eyebrow, looking at his son with mock seriousness. “It’s not nice to just rush in and ask questions like that, Jeyce. Take a breath and talk to your mom properly.”

Jeyce, still jittery from the thoughts of the date, exhaled and quickly spilled out, “Everything’s fine at school, I learned my lesson, don’t hit anyone with lunch boxes, yada yada…” He paused for a breath, giving his mom a look. “Where’s Jaciyah?”

Takecia smiled warmly at her son, shaking her head with affection. “I love you too, son,” she teased. “He’s upstairs.”

Without another word, Jeyce darted up the stairs, his excitement pushing him to move faster. He reached his brother’s room in a matter of seconds. Jeyce knocked, then pushed the door open and closed it behind him. Jaciyah, looking a bit surprised but grinning, glanced up from his bed.

“I. NEED. A. FAVOR.” Jeyce demanded.

“Yo,” Jaciyah said, still setting his stuff down. “I’ve been gone for two weeks and the first thing you say to me is what? ‘I need a favor’?”

Jeyce grinned sheepishly but didn’t waste any time. “Yeah. I need a favor,” he repeated. He quickly crossed the room to his brother and gave him a brief, quick hug before continuing. “I have a date.”

Jaciyah raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “A date? With who? Is it someone I need to worry about?”

Jeyce laughed nervously. “No, it’s with Demi. She’s really cool, Jaciyah. You don’t know her, but I swear, she’s awesome. And…” He hesitated for a second before going on. “Uncle Joe sent me some money for this listening party she invited me to, but I need you to drive me there.”

Jaciyah stood up from his bed, crossing his arms and giving his younger brother a teasing look. “A listening party, huh? Sounds like a pretty big deal.” He walked over to his dresser, grabbing a hoodie. “Alright, alright, what’s the favor?”

“I need you to come with me,” Jeyce said, his face flushing with embarrassment but also genuine hope. “So that Dad or Rhea won’t get suspicious. Please, Jaciyah. I really need your help.”

Jaciyah raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing. “Alright, alright, I got you, little man. I’ll go with you. But you owe me one after this, you hear?”

Jeyce smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise, you won’t regret it.”

Jaciyah smirked, looking at his younger brother with a mix of amusement and brotherly affection. “Alright, alright. We’ll get you to your date. But first, we gotta get you looking sharp. Can’t show up at this ‘listening party’ looking like a slob.”

Jeyce chuckled, following Jaciyah as he grabbed a couple of his clothes. “Thanks, bro. You’re the best.”

“The listening party’s attire is black,” Jeyce said. “I need to look good, you know?”

Jaciyah rifled through his clothes, looking for a nice shirt for Jeyce. Jaciyah said “Ah hah.” And he through the item at Jeyce. Jeyce looked at the black polo collared shirt Jaciyah, holding it up to his chest.

Jaciyah gave him a playful side-eye. “Yeah, I know, you don’t want to mess this up with Demi.” He tossed the shirt to Jeyce and then walked over to his dresser, flipping through his clothes. “Alright, you’re good to go on the shirt, but what about your hair?” Jaciyah looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

Jeyce hesitated for a second, scratching the back of his head. “Well… can you braid it?” He glanced over, half-embarrassed, but also really wanting to make a good impression.

Jaciyah chuckled and looked at the clock. “How long do we have?”

“About an hour,” Jeyce replied quickly.

Jaciyah gave him a look, sizing up the time. “It’s pushing it, but I can do about six cornrows,” he said, rummaging through his styling products. “It’ll have to do.”

Jeyce nodded, his eyes lighting up with relief. “That’s fine,” he said, sitting cross-legged on the floor, ready for his older brother’s work. “Thanks, Jaciyah. I really need to look good for this.”

As Jaciyah worked his fingers through Jeyce’s hair, weaving the strands into neat cornrows, Jeyce started talking about Demi. “She’s really cool,” Jeyce said, a smile spreading across his face as he thought about her. “She invited me to this listening party, and I really like her. She’s kind of… different from the other girls at school. She’s got this vibe, you know?”

Jaciyah nodded, focusing on his work, trying to get the braids just right. “Yeah, I can tell. But, come on, tell me more about her. You’ve been talking about her non-stop. What’s so special?”

Jeyce leaned back slightly, enjoying the rhythm of Jaciyah’s braiding as he continued. “She’s… just different. Not like the other girls at school. She’s got black hair, and she’s got this cool, mysterious vibe. And she’s just really smart. Like, she gets me, you know? She’s the first person in a long time that I’ve really clicked with.”

Jaciyah paused for a second, raising an eyebrow. “Sounds like she’s got you good. What about her sister? I heard you mention her. Is she going to the party too?”

Jeyce nodded, his heart still racing at the thought of Demi. “Yeah, her sister’s going to be the one driving us there. But, honestly, I don’t know much about her sister. Demi’s told me some things, but she keeps her pretty private.”

Jaciyah smirked, finishing up the final braid. “Alright, cool. But you know I gotta ask—how old is her sister?”

Jeyce frowned slightly, looking at his older brother. “I don’t know. But don’t spoil this for me, Jaciyah,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. “I really like her, okay? This date means a lot to me. Please don’t mess it up.”

Jaciyah looked down at his little brother, realizing how serious Jeyce was about this. He softened his tone, giving him a rare moment of older brother wisdom. “I won’t mess it up, little man,” he said, smoothing down the last cornrow and giving Jeyce a pat on the head. “I’m just looking out for you. But, hey, don’t worry. You’ll do fine. Just be yourself. You’ve got this.”

Jeyce smiled, relieved to have Jaciyah’s support, even though his older brother still had his teasing ways. “Thanks, Jaciyah,” he said, standing up and looking at his reflection in the mirror. “I appreciate it. Now, let’s go make sure I’m on time. I’ve got a date to impress.”

—

Jeyce and Jaciyah made their way downstairs, their footsteps echoing through the house. Jaciyah, feeling a surge of confidence, looked over at his dad, Jey, who was lounging on the couch with Rhea and Takecia. Jaciyah cleared his throat and asked, “Hey, Dad, can I borrow the keys to the Mercedes?”

Jey chuckled, raising an eyebrow at his seventeen-year-old son’s request. “The keys to my Mercedes? Really? Takecia and Rhea… this boy said the keys to my Mercedes.”

Jaciyah didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, I’m serious. I’ve got… plans.”

Beside him, Jeyce nodded vigorously, backing up his brother’s request. “Yeah, we really need to go somewhere.”

Rhea, sitting close to Jey, exchanged a suspicious glance with Takecia. Takecia tilted her head and asked, “Where exactly are you boys planning on going?”

Thinking quickly, Jaciyah replied, “I saw a Pizza Hut nearby, and I was thinking of putting in an application. You know… part-time job and all.” He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to sound casual.

Rhea raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, and turned her gaze to Jeyce. “Uh-huh. And what about you, Jeyce?” She looked him up and down, taking in his freshly braided hair and sharp outfit. “Why is your hair braided, and why are you all dressed up?”

Jeyce froze, trying to think of an excuse that wouldn’t tip them off. Suddenly, inspiration struck, and he blurted out, “I’m going through puberty, and I just… want to look nice. You know, like… feel good about myself.”

That answer seemed to catch the adults off guard, and they exchanged confused glances, unsure of how to respond. Takecia and Rhea glanced at each other, while Jey shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure how to address the sudden topic of puberty.

Jeyce saw his chance and leaned in, doubling down. “Yeah, I’m going through puberty. And it’s hitting me hard. Like, really hard. So, you know, just… trying to look my best.”

Jey scratched the back of his neck, clearly out of his depth. “Uh… well… alright then,” he stammered, glancing at Rhea, who shrugged. He nodded toward the counter. “The keys are over there.”

Before they could ask any more questions, Jeyce and Jaciyah quickly called out their goodbyes and dashed toward the garage, trying to stifle their laughter until they were out of earshot.

As they climbed into the Mercedes, Jaciyah looked over at Jeyce with a smirk. “Puberty, huh? That was quick thinking.”

Jeyce grinned, buckling his seatbelt. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

Jaciyah chuckled as he turned the key in the ignition, the car purring to life. “Alright, little Romeo, let’s go impress your girl.”

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Jey Uso cerlebrates his Intercontinental Title win: Raw exclusive, Sept. 23, 2024

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WORDS OF AFFIRMATION • JEY USO

authors note: hello my darlings! I’ve recently been working on a new mini project called “love language” which includes 5 writing pieces written based on the 5 love languages featuring my fav wrestlers. this piece is the first of the series which I am super excited to share with you all. I hope you enjoy and let me know if you would like to be tagged in the next part♥️

summary: jey found a creative way to help remind you how beautiful you are.

warnings: 18+ (y’all go watch baby einstein or something this is for grown folks 🧍🏾‍♀️) porn w/out plot, dom!jey uso x sub! fem reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) missionary position, praise, daddy kink, slight orgasm denial, small aftercare moment.

word count: 718 words

“come on mama…say it for me.”

jey growled in your ear, his voice low and rough sending shivers down your spine. if you weren’t so intoxicated off the delicious feeling of his dick relentlessly stroking against your g spot, you’d protest how unfair he was being. 

your legs clung tighter to his waist, nails digging into intricate ink on the sweat slick skin of his back as his thrusts grew deeper, each one pulling a soft moan from his lips which vibrated against your neck.“baby…I’ll stop right now if you don’t say it,” he whispered in your ear, a threat laced with a dark promise you knew he didn’t want to keep. the way your pussy clenched around him, warm slick and needy, made it clear you weren’t going to last long along with himself, but he needed to hear those words.

you hesitated, torn between pride and the aching need that jey could only satisfy. but as the peak of your orgasm began to slip, his rhythm coming to a torturing halt, lust and desperation won the round. ”I’m..I’m beautiful.” your voice so soft and needy it barely rose above both your mingled breaths…but he heard it. those words were a lifeline, pulling you both back into the intoxicating rhythm that had your eyes rolls to the back of your head.

jey’s lips curl into a satisfied smirk at your whispered confession hung in the air, the heat between the both of you simmering to a boil. “damn right, that’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice laced with praise, and the way he gazed up you with his brown eyes made your heart race faster and your pussy even wetter. 

his hips snapped back into motion, thrusting into you with renewed intensity, each stroke pulling a choked cry out of you. “fuck…feel so fucking good daddy..” you sobbed, your hands gripped him tighter, nails creating crescent indents on his back, eliciting a low moan from him that almost made you cum on the spot.

jey leans down, his mouth trailing hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, nipping at your earlobe before saying, “you gon’ be my good girl?” spank! a heavy hand comes in contact with your ass, making you yelp. the stinging sensation sending a wave of arousal to your core. “y-yes!” you plea with tears streaming down your cheeks, squirming when his other hand slides between your legs to play with your engorged clit. 

“you gon’ cum on this dick for daddy?” spank!

“yes daddy imma cum for you.”

jey let out a deep, satisfied groan as he rewarded you with a harder, faster pace. his body slammed into yours with a force that had your breath hitching and your vision blurring. he was getting relentless, each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your nervous system, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“mhm you so damn beautiful,” he growled. “and mine.” his possessiveness was enough to send you over the edge, and with a final cry of his name, you came. white-hot pleasure flooding your psyche as you convulsed and gushed around him.  

he wasn’t too far behind, the vice grip your pussy had on his dick pushed him to his limit. with a few sloppy thrusts, he buried himself deep inside you, filling you up with thick white ropes of his cum. his body shuddered with the force of his orgasm as he groaned your name. 

for a moment, the world was still. only the sounds of ragged breathes of you both who had just given everything to each other. then, slowly, jey pulled out of you, momentarily watching his cum leak out of your swollen mound before resting his sweaty forehead against your own. as he caught his breath, a lazy but satisfied grin spread across his face mirroring yours. 

“you were so good for me, mama.” he praised, kissing the hickies he left on your collarbone. his voice was rid of any roughness and was replaced with a softness that could lull you to sleep. “always so good for me.”

all you could do is sigh in appreciation, body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. in that moment, all of your insecurities from earlier were washed away and was replaced with a newfound contentment and confidence.