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JEY USO WWE RAW, January 20th, 2025

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Jey Uso - Monday Night RAW 20/01/2025

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⠀ ⠀ CHERIMOYA ⠀ ⠀ JEY USO / POC ! F ! READER ⠀⠀ ⠀

SUMMARY ⋆ jey's completely , hopelessly in love , & this is how he got there . WARNINGS ⋆ fluff , fluff , fluff / minimal character desc ; poc reader oriented / size diff if u squint / pet names overload / loverboy jey / 3rd person POV ; no use of Y/N WORD COUNT ⋆ 3 . 0 k NOTES ⋆ my first real long fic , insp'd by jey saying he wants to be in a love drama , romcom :3 enjoy !! <3

The marketplace sits at the corner of the street where the woman with the moving bookstore and the food truck man who makes the world’s most delicious waffles cross paths six days out of the week, save for Sunday, because what better reason than church to take the day off? The lovers, Jey and the soon to be girl of his dreams, learn this the hard way, standing at the corner of the sidewalk blankly in search of the street stalls, him with cash in his hand, her with a book for exchange. It’s when their eyes meet that the search ends, confusion fades, respective reasons for stepping out so trivial between their mingling gazes. Ever the flirt, never one to even stutter before a woman, Jey breaks the mutual silence first, unable to hide the awe in his tone, his words completely unrelated, but he fears if he doesn’t speak to her now, he’ll live in regret.

“No waffles for me today, I guess,” he says with a chuckle, to which her own laughter chimes in response. It silences the city around him, that heavenly sound, freezes him in time. A simper lingers on his lips, a flash of pearly whites remaining visible as she holds up her book, patting the cover with her free hand, her chin dips with a nod, though there’s a sheepishness to her movements, one he finds endearing.

“I’ll get a new book another day, I guess,” she replies, and if he wasn’t listening so closely, her voice would’ve been swallowed by the nearby traffic.

Caught up, and so awfully, embarrassingly enamored for a man of his age and experience, Jey stutters as he lifts his hand to point his thumb at the large building behind them, managing out, “Looks like t-they’re o-open. Maybe they got a b-book or two in there to hold you over ‘til the library lady gets back?”

He steps backwards towards the automatic doors, awaiting an answer that couldn’t have taken longer to arrive, though it’s mere moments between his invitation and her response. He watches her consider, her eyes flitting about below long, fluffy lashes, the curl of her fingers, with those pretty long nails, tightening around the spine of her book, all things that contrast the calm of her countenance. She’s just as nervous as he is, thank god. “Maybe they got somethin’ for you to eat so you don’t starve waitin’ for the waffle truck.” A perfect reply; it makes Jey smile so wide that every wrinkle and crinkle in his gorgeous face is present. He tips his head towards the doors, she crosses the distance to walk beside him, and together, they head in.

It’s him taking the initiative again, holding out his large hand, “I’m Jey, and you?” No hesitation this time, her much smaller hand slips into his palm, and when she utters her name, he swears it fits perfectly with his, like it’s meant to be said alongside his own, and for a man who knows jackshit and less about poetry, he finds it poetic. “Nice to meet you,” is what he settles for, grin widening when she echoes it back to him.

In the marketplace, they seem to sell everything from live aquatic animals swimming in lavish fish tanks to tiny, miniature figurines that Jey pretends to show no interest in, but hovers around for many minutes, until his companion gently asks him about them. She’s quiet in comparison to him, but he’s met enough people in his almost four decades of life to almost be sure that not a single thing goes unnoticed by those large, sparkly eyes of hers. It’s no surprise that his fascination with the colorful character display isn’t lost on her. “So, are these, like, anime? You recognize these?” It’s too late to lie and pretend he doesn’t, so he grins bashfully, shakes his head to nod, to which she responds sweetly, “Tell me about them.”

Those four words shouldn’t set off a flurry of make-believe fireworks behind her, highlighting her angelic features, making them glow even more, but they do just that. On top of that, he isn’t aware before then that all it takes to bring down his guard is a show of genuine attentiveness, but as he begins to point out every little character he’s familiar with, the connections between those from the same series, his opinions of them, and anything else that comes to mind, he realizes it isn’t a show at all. Her gaze follows his fingertips as they point from one character to the next, and she’s nodding to keep from interrupting him, humming when he pauses between words to show she’s listening. Jey feels his cheeks warm, and he trails off, “Yeah, that’s it. That’s about all I know.”

“What? Jey, that’s so cool! I’m not much of a gamer but that explanation made me wanna change that!” She exclaims, clapping her hands together quietly, beaming. Then, she quickly cuts her excitement short, offering a shy smile as she lowers her hands, smoothing them against her top, as though her enthusiasm would turn him away, a fear he’s quick to remedy with his words.

“If you don’t get tired a’me, I can teach you.” Her features soften further, and she nods appreciatively, holding his gaze a heartbeat longer. The less outwardly flirty of the two by a longshot, she’s the one to break eye contact, returning the attention back to the subject at hand, picking up a medium sized figurine of a bear that Jey recognizes as ‘Kuma’ from Tekken, holding it up like it was a trophy.

“This one’s your favorite? He’s so cute!”

A short while of wandering lands them in the opposite corner of the market, a completely different world, rows and rows of fruits and vegetables, a sticky sweet scent in the air. Jey follows a step and a half behind, and tries his utmost hardest not to be a typical man, though his self control slips from his grasp as his eyes trace the shape of her hips, the sliver of flesh between the waistband of her jeans and the hem of her shirt, swallowing hard while watching one tan finger hook into the belt loop at her side to adjust said waistband. For a moment, he swears he hears twinkling, angels singing, sees doves flying in, but it’s just the noise of her charm bracelet mixed with illusory manifestations of his attraction. One large hand rubs over his face as he sighs, and she turns to him at the perfect time, a smile so beautiful on her glossy, full lips that he’s almost jealous of what brought it on. “Jey, look! Cherimoyas!”

“Cherry-mow-yuz?” He repeats slowly, pronunciation pulling a giggle from the girl before him, his brows furrowed in confusion until his gaze travels the span of her arm to the glittery long nail pointing towards a box of green fruits. He knows they’re fruits only because the sign says so, despite being entirely unfamiliar, he’s excited just because she is.

“Cherimoyas,” she corrects him, and then continues. “These are so good, they taste like dessert, and I can never find ‘em anywhere. I could eat a truck full of these things!”

“Never had ‘em… Should we get some?” The question is rhetorical on his end, because she’s grabbing a bag, nodding enthusiastically, reaching for the box like Jey was already doing. It’s something out of a movie, his hand brushing hers, the second too long that it takes for them to withdraw, the sparks that make his skin buzz where it's made contact with hers. They almost do it again, stop to let the other through, and by the third time, she’s laughing, simply holding open the bag so he can fill it cherimoyas, going until she says stop.

The sun is beginning to set by the time they come to rest on a park bench, having traveled outside the market, talking and talking, and talking some more. Now, Jey’s using his car keys to split open the apple shaped fruit, puncturing a hole big enough in the shell to split it in half with his hands a moment later. Impressed and excited beyond words, the girl to his right oohs and aahs like he’d done a magic trick. It’s adorable, and his cheeks feel hot as he passes her the larger half, which she instantly switches out with his. “Cheers, to the book lady and waffle man, and cherimoyas.”

“And cherry-mow-yuz,” Jey repeats, the two bursting into laughter, struggling to dig in until their giggles fade, but when he sinks his teeth into the fruit, he moans in delight, eyes shutting, head tipping back with a sigh. “Yeah… good as fuck. Tastes like custard,” he says, filling his mouth with another bite.

She answers with a hum, nodding, eyes crinkled with a smile. “I told you we’d keep you from starving.”

“Wait, we didn’t get you a new book,” Jey says, frowning, taking time away from his cherimoya lovemaking to look at her, his big brown eyes set steadily on her. Yet, he’s just a man, and he finds himself staring at her lips, the way they kiss at the edge of the peel before she uses her teeth, dragging the sweet bits into her mouth. He’s a gentleman, so he believes, and scaring her off wouldn’t be so gentlemanly of him. All he can do is allow himself to feel jealous of the fruit, and look away.

“I have a new story to tell, and I made a new friend. That’s way better than a new book.”

If Jey could, he’d magically materialize in front of this past self— the pair of them, actually— and laugh in their faces. Friends, yeah, right! Years have passed since their first meeting, their lives intertwined to the point where it’s impossible to tell where she ends and where Jey begins, not far from their current physical situation, limbs knotted together, his heavy arm holding her down as she tries to lunge at his twin, whose thunderous laugh echoes through their house like a lion’s roar. Jey’s attempts to stay on her good side result in him laughing silently only when she looks away from him, a deep breath drawn into his lungs to keep his voice from shaking before he calls out to his brother, “Jimmy, stop playin’ with her, man!”

“Don’t make me call Naomi!” Her voice co-signs, much more passionate than her lover’s. Jimmy takes no account of the threat, turning up the volume on the TV, the entire reason for the fight in the first place.

He’d visited to spend time with his brother, as he does every week or so, arriving with two boxes of pizza alongside an array of snacks. Nothing wrong with that, all is well. Jey has his own space, with his TV, consoles and other toys, and that’s usually where the twins hang out. This time, Jey insisted on his girl joining, and taking the party to the main living room, where she’s on her third rewatch of some romance series he can never remember the name of despite being completely absorbed in it. After saying hello and giving hugs, Jimmy, ever the joker, took the remote and switched on the game. He does things like this on purpose, he always does, living off the banter it creates between him and his brother’s girlfriend. Everyone else in their family has been around his antics long enough, but she’s a rookie to it, and it takes almost nothing to rile her up. In retaliation, she‘d taken the remote back and switched it back, that’s when the tug of war with the remote started, reaching a point where a throw pillow had earned its name, flung across the space, knocking Jimmy square in the head. That leads them to the present, where Jey is still holding her still, and Jimmy’s nodding along to the game’s commentary like it’s a hymn that touches his soul.

“You think you can just come into my house, turn off my show—”

“It’s my brother’s house, and I don’t see ya name in the credits of the damn show, so—”

“Baby!” Her whine tugs at Jey’s heart, making quick work of his neutral stand and pulling him onto her side. A hum of understanding, a few soft pecks to her jaw and cheek, he sighs, and sits up, gesturing to the remote.

“Jim, gimme the damn remote.”

Jimmy, incredulous, hugs the rectangular device to his chest, imitating her whining, “Noooo.”

Jey doesn���t get a second to process when another pillow is launched into space; it hits Jimmy in his nose, and he groans. Then, without warning, he opens his big mouth and cries out, “I don’t even know why my brother wants to marry your evil ass. With an aim like that, I’d stay as far away from you as I could!” His words are like a gunshot, the shock on the couple’s faces the smoking gun. Realizing he’d fucked up, Jimmy holds up his hands, and then turns the blame onto his twin, who’s laying back with his hands over his face. “I thought you already asked her, dude!”

“I was workin’ on it!” Jey retorts, sitting up abruptly. Between them, his sweet babygirl is frozen in shock, and he ignores anything else Jimmy could say to defend himself, tenderly cupping her cheek with his palm, lowering himself until he’s eye to eye with her.

“Is he serious?” Is her first question, to which he nods, grimacing.

“I wanted it to be a lot more romantic…” He can see the gears shifting in that little mind of hers, piecing together the full picture with a gasp.

“The date! That’s why you gave me money to get my nails and feet done.” Pressing kisses to her knuckles, Jey smiles.

“Baby, I always give you money to get your stuff done.”

“Except it’s different this time,” spoken like the idea hasn’t quite wrapped around her brain yet. Another nod. She has a knack for making him wait, he realizes, it’s deja vu to the time they first met, Jey lingering in hopes of receiving an answer that’ll set their future on track.

“You always this slow?” Jimmy’s voice interrupts their sugary moment, cutting through it like a knife stabbing into tough plastic, sharp and unsatisfying.

“You still here?” His twin snaps back in an identical tone, no pun intended— the twins are fraternal. “Get outta my fuckin’ house! Baby, gimme one of those pillows.”

“I’m goin’! I’m goin’!” A shuffle of footsteps, and the two are left alone. Jey’s doe brown eyes soften, stuck solid on his girl, who sits before him with her chest puffed out and a hollow gaze.

“Honey?” Large hands squeeze around her smaller ones, thumbs rubbing over her knuckles. “You want some more time?” Jey murmurs, lips against her wrist, kissing it after. “Shit was outta nowhere, I don’t blame—”

“Oh my god, I thought you’d never ask! I was just imagining how we’d do it. I wanna do it in your mom’s backyard, actually, with Roman on the grill and lots and lots of flowers! Lotsa flowers—” As the angel rambles on, eyes having stolen constellations from the sky, the man before her listens with a gaze amorous enough to make poets buzz with joy at the sight of such muse, such inspiration, such true love. Interrupting her is subconscious, lips closing over her soft, glossy ones, his frame shifting off his knees to trap her against the cushions of the couch.

“I can make that happen, mama… We can do whatever you want…” He’s almost whispering, drawing shapes against her nose with the tip of his own, chasing kisses till it’s impossible for her to speak, and she has to smush her hand over his mouth, pushing him back gently.

“But I don’t want the ring yet! I bought a really nice dress and I need to get my nails done, and…”

The day can’t come fast enough. Jey’s mom’s backyard is the venue, one that costs little to no money to decorate. His mom is elated to be the host; she prepares a speech and cries so hard near the end that her words are incoherent. Solo, of all people, ends up on stage to finish it for her. He gets a little choked up himself, and that sends the entire family into laughter. Jey leads all the slow dances, gets drunk, then sits and explains how he learned them. His stories draw a crowd, teasing him so intensely that he fights them off, and buries his face in his wife’s— yes, wife— neck. The dramatics last a mere twenty minutes before the entire family is back on the dance floor, each drink helping fade the night to black.

Morning afters are meaningful, no matter how enamored the lovers are, for they mark the blessing of another day started with one’s soulmate. Jey recalls their very first one in a dreamlike trance, while watching his wife’s chest rise and fall as she sleeps soundly after their eventful honeymoon night. Jey woke up first that time, too. Limbs tangled together, breaths mingled, the scene identical to the one in his bed years ago, their love new at the time, nerve wracking but steady, the butterflies flitting about in the unfamiliar environment having settled by now, though the fluttering never ceases. He hopes it never does.

“Honey?” Beside him, his cherubic wife rasps softly in her morning voice, removing him from his thoughts. Her naked form shifts, curls and molds against his as though she’s trying to become one with him, and as he hums to respond, she nuzzles her nose into his collar and drifts off again. A wide smile dimples his cheeks, arms holding her tightly against him, and he looks up at the roof as though it was the sky, as though the divine herself was looking back at him in that moment, listening to him pray his thanks for the next step of their life, and the start of another day with his beloved.

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Chapter 5: Boo..

WARNING:

This fanfiction explores sensitive themes, including mental health struggles, trauma, mentions of past sexual abuse, suicidal ideation, and things of that nature. Moving forward this fanfiction will contain intense emotional moments and depictions of characters navigating complex personal challenges such as suicide attempts & self harm. This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the real life characters or lives of any individuals depicted in this story. Please proceed with caution, and if you or someone you know is struggling, consider seeking support from a trusted professional or helpline. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255 & 988

Chapter Warning: Mentions of Past Trauma

Jey sat in the dim light of his room, his frustration building as his fingers twisted the Rubik’s cube in his hands. He had hoped it would calm him, help him focus on something else, but the more he played with it, the more his mind raced. Each click of the cube only reminded him of how he couldn’t solve anything—not the puzzle, not his life.

With a sharp breath, Jey’s grip tightened around the cube. His fingers trembled slightly, and without warning, he hurled it across the room. It collided with the wall, the sharp crack of the plastic echoing in the otherwise silent space.

He ran his hands over his face, trying to suppress the wave of anger building inside him. His breathing grew shallow as his heart started to pound. His mind, once again, betrayed him, dragging him back to the moments he wished he could forget.

The bright lights of the ring flashed in his memory. The sound of his boots on the mat. The excitement of the crowd. But then it all shifted—blurred into something darker. A flash of rough hands, the feeling of being touched in the most evil way, taken advantage of… powerless. The images, the sensations, flooded his mind, too much for him to process. He remembered the way the hand pushed his head down, the other hand digging their nails into Jey’s hip. The tearing sensation he felt in his..

His breath hitched as the memories assaulted him all at once—his body fighting to push it all down, but it was impossible. The feeling of helplessness, the bruises, the whispers… The things he had never fully told anyone.

Jey’s chest tightened as he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his head bowed. He gripped the fabric of his shirt, trying to keep himself steady. The weight of it all pressed on him harder now, all the things he had buried beneath the surface for so long.

He closed his eyes, willing the memories to fade, but they refused to let go. Every part of it reminded him of the man he had become, the person he didn’t recognize anymore.

His fists clenched at his sides as he fought to breathe, but his mind was too loud. The anger and the pain were still there, swirling inside of him, and he felt like he might suffocate under its weight. He squeezed his eyes shut harder, trying to force the memories to disappear, but they clung to him.

Jey stood abruptly, pacing across the room. The Rubik’s cube became forgotten on the floor, but the emotions swirling inside him were impossible to ignore.

“You want to get ahead don’t you? This is what everyone does to get ahead..”

Jey’s mind raced as it became trapped in a spiral of chaos. His hands gripped his hair tightly as if trying to pull himself free from the overwhelming memories that flooded him. “Get out of my fucking head!” he growled through gritted teeth, his voice raw with frustration.

“If you would stop fighting this will end quicker..”

His breath came in quick, shallow bursts as the memories clung to him like a vice, tightening around his chest. He could feel everything more clearer now on his skin, the suffocating pressure, the helplessness. His pulse thundered in his ears as the nightmare replayed in his mind.

“Yeah you’re gonna do this for me and you are gonna enjoy it..”

“Stop touching me!” he screamed, his voice cracking, his body trembling as the weight of his trauma surged through him. He could feel the invasion as he pressed his palms against his ears, trying to block it all out, but it was useless.

“Stop moving and it wont hurt you!”

The memories were louder than ever, like an unrelenting force, dragging him deeper into the nightmare.

“This is what real men do… real men sacrifice..”

“Get the fuck off me, man!” he yelled, his voice rising in a desperate, guttural roar. His eyes were wide with terror, staring at nothing as he fought against the onslaught of memories. His body shook with the intensity of the panic attack, each breath more shallow than the last.

Downstairs, Jon heard the yelling, the raw desperation in his brother’s voice. His heart skipped a beat, panic seizing him as he immediately shot up from the couch. Trinity was already on her feet, her face etched with concern as she rushed toward him.

“Jey!” Jon called out, urgency in his tone. “What the hell is going on?”

Without waiting for a response, Jon and Trinity hurried upstairs, their footsteps pounding in the hallway. Jon reached Jey’s door first, slamming it open without hesitation. The sight before him made his stomach twist with a mix of fear and helplessness.

Jey was now sitting on the floor in the center of his room, hyperventilating, his hands clutching his hair as if trying to escape the grip of his own mind. His face was contorted in pain, his eyes wide with panic, and his body trembled violently.

“Jey,” Jon called out gently, his voice a mixture of worry and love as he dropped to his knees beside his brother. “It’s okay, man. It’s okay. We’re here.”

Jey’s breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling erratically. He looked up at Jon, his eyes filled with terror, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s too much… I can’t—”

Jon placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to ground him. “Breathe, Jey. You’re safe. Just focus on me, okay? Focus on me.”

Trinity stood in the doorway, her hand over her mouth as she watched her husband try to calm Jey. She hated seeing him like this, knowing how much pain he was in, but there was nothing she could do but be there for him.

Jey’s body jerked with every breath, his hand still gripping his hair tightly. “I can’t—” he gasped, his voice trembling. “I can’t get away from it.”

Jon’s voice softened, a comforting presence that seemed to anchor Jey even if just slightly. “You’re not alone in this, bro. We’ll get through this together.”

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February 19th, 2025 5:51 PM

A couple of days later, Rhea still hadn’t heard from Jey. It was eating away at her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, but all she could do was wait. Today was group, and she had to push forward. Raquel was driving her there, and the car ride felt like an eternity.

They pulled up to the community center, and Raquel gave her a side glance. “I’ll be back in an hour,” she said with a small smile. Rhea gave her a tight nod, her grip on the packet in her hand tightening as she stepped out of the car.

Raquel drove off, and Rhea walked up to the entrance of the community center. Her mind was clouded, still preoccupied with the unanswered calls and messages she had sent to Jey. She could feel her heart heavy in her chest, the ache gnawing at her as she entered the building.

Inside, the smell of coffee and mild chatter filled the air as she made her way to the check-in desk. She handed over her packet to the volunteer, who gave her a welcoming smile before directing her to the meeting room. Rhea took a seat near the back, scanning the room for any sign of Jey. The seats were filled with faces she recognized, but Jey was nowhere in sight.

She let out a quiet sigh and turned her attention to the facilitator, who stepped to the front. “Welcome, everyone,” the facilitator began, their voice calm but firm. “Today’s topic is flashbacks. I need to warn everyone, especially for those who haven’t been through this before, it can get a bit overwhelming. One of our frequent visitors, unfortunately, suffered a minor setback and won’t be here today.”

Rhea’s stomach twisted at the mention of the “setback,” her mind immediately drifting to Jey. She hadn’t heard from him in days, and now it seemed like something had happened. Her hands fidgeted with the edge of the packet in her lap as she tried to calm the rising anxiety.

The facilitator continued, but Rhea found it hard to focus, her thoughts consumed by the worry of what Jey might be going through.

Meanwhile, Jey laid in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind racing. Jon had come in earlier and placed Jey’s phone on the nightstand before plugging it into the charger. “I’ll be down the hall, okay?” Jon had said gently, but Jey didn’t respond. He couldn’t bring himself to. His chest felt tight, the weight of everything pulling him deeper into his thoughts.

The 72-hour psych hold had only made things worse. It was supposed to help, to give him space and time to process everything, but all it did was push him further into the pit he was already sinking into. He didn’t want to stay longer than necessary, so he’d said just the right things to get himself released. Now, it was just him, in his room, surrounded by silence, trying to forget everything.

But just as he tried to close his eyes and block everything out, the relentless sound of multiple notifications pulled him back into reality. He groaned softly and reached for his phone, the buzzing refusing to stop. Rhea’s name flashed on the screen, followed by a flood of texts. He scrolled through them, his chest tightening as he read each one. The messages were full of concern, frustration, and worry—Rhea had been texting him relentlessly.

He stared at the screen for a long moment, the guilt creeping in. He hadn’t responded to her, not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t know what to say. How could he explain the mess inside his head, the weight of everything he was carrying? How could he tell her he didn’t feel like himself anymore?

He wiped a hand over his face, trying to clear the fog, and then, slowly, he started typing back. “I’m sorry, Rhea. I’ve been in a dark place.”

As soon as he hit send, his heart pounded in his chest, anxiety creeping up his spine. What was she going to say? Would she understand?

Rhea’s heart skipped a beat when she felt her phone buzz softly in her pocket. The moment her eyes caught Jey’s name on the screen, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope and anxiety. She quickly opened the message and read what he said, her fingers trembling as she typed back: I want to see you, please.

Jey’s reply came almost instantly: Jon and Trinity are leaving in an hour to get a refill on my medicines, can you come see me for a moment?

Rhea didn’t even hesitate. Group is passing out some worksheets! I’ll bring them to you.

Jey’s response was quieter, almost hesitant: Rhea, I’m sorry.

Her heart ached at the simplicity of his apology. But she knew it wasn’t enough. Apologize to me in person, she typed, and hit send before she could second guess herself.

The hour dragged as the group session continued, and Rhea couldn’t focus on anything other than getting to Jey. After what felt like an eternity, the group wrapped up, and Rhea saw Liv sitting in the car alone instead of Raquel. She immediately made her way toward the car.

“Can you take me to Jey’s house?” Rhea asked, her voice soft but insistent.

Liv looked over at her, frowning. “What for?”

Rhea’s hands gripped the handle of the car door, her desperation clear. “To drop off his papers from group.”

Liv hesitated for a moment, but Rhea’s eyes—pleading, soft, vulnerable—made it impossible to say no. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Rhea.”

“Please, Liv,” Rhea said, her voice cracking slightly. “I haven’t seen him all week! Please, just take me to him.”

Liv sighed, her resolve crumbling under Rhea’s pleading gaze. “Fine,” she said reluctantly. “Where does he live?”

“621 Whispering Lane,” Rhea replied quickly.

Liv didn’t argue further. “Okay, okay, I’m going.”

The drive felt like it took forever, but soon they pulled up to Jey’s house. Liv looked at Rhea. “Hurry up,” she urged.

Rhea nodded, barely holding herself together. She grabbed the papers from her lap and rushed to the front door, knocking quickly. The door opened, and there he was—Jey, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and relief.

Without a word, he stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug, as though she was the last thing on earth he needed. Rhea’s breath hitched as she melted into the embrace, feeling the warmth of his body and the safety of his arms around her.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the world outside fading away. It was just them—finally reunited after so much silence, pain, and distance.

Jey’s voice was low, filled with genuine care as he pulled back slightly, his hands cupping her face. “I’m sorry, Rhea. I didn’t mean to shut you out.”

Jey wiped away the tears with his thumbs, she hadn’t even realized they had formed. “You don’t have to apologize. Just… be here. With me.”

Jey’s hands were still gently holding Rhea’s face, his thumbs tracing the curves of her jaw, but when she whispered, “Jey, please kiss me,” his heart fluttered. He searched her eyes for any sign of hesitation, his voice thick with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

Rhea nodded, her voice soft but resolute. “More sure than I’ve ever felt.”

The way she looked at him, so vulnerable and sincere, made his chest tighten. He hesitated for a brief moment, weighing the intensity of the moment. But before he could overthink it, Rhea reached up and closed the distance between them.

The kiss was electric. It was as if everything that had been building between them—every unspoken word, every hidden emotion—came rushing to the surface. Her lips were soft against his, the warmth of their connection growing stronger with every second.

Jey’s hand moved to her back, pulling her closer, pressing her gently against the door. But the shift in position brought a sudden, violent rush of memories that hit Rhea like a tidal wave. Her breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickened, and her chest tightened with panic.

She broke the kiss abruptly, pushing him away with trembling hands. Her mind was reeling, the images of her past assault flashing in front of her eyes, the weight of it all threatening to suffocate her.

Jey stepped back, his eyes filled with concern as he noticed the shift in her demeanor. “Rhea… what’s wrong?” he asked softly, his voice laced with worry. His hands hovered in the air, unsure whether to reach for her again.

Rhea’s breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to ground herself. “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, her hands shaking as she wiped the tears that threatened to fall. “It’s just… I’m not ready for that yet. I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”

Jey’s expression softened, his own guilt and confusion taking root. He stepped closer, but kept a safe distance, not wanting to push her further. “You don’t have to apologize, Rhea. We’ll take things slow. Whenever you’re ready. I’m here. Always.”

His voice was steady, but there was a tremor in his eyes that mirrored the vulnerability she was feeling. He reached out cautiously, placing a hand gently on her arm. “I’m not going anywhere. Just tell me what you need.”

Rhea closed her eyes, trying to steady herself. She wanted nothing more than to be with him, but the weight of her past continued to haunt her. It was a battle, one she wasn’t sure how to win.

Rhea’s eyes open as she felt her heart race as she tried to find the right words, but everything felt jumbled inside her. “Jey… I’m sorry,” she whispered, barely able to meet his eyes. “I don’t think I should have done that.”

Jey’s expression faltered, a flicker of pain passing through his eyes. He took a step toward her, his voice low but steady. “Rhea… it was the heat of the moment.”

But the hurt in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. Despite his words, there was a part of him that couldn’t shake the feeling of being rejected. He reached for her hands, his grip gentle but firm. “Please don’t shut me out right now, Rhea.”

Rhea’s eyes filled with tears as she struggled to get her words out. “I… I… I can’t,” she stammered, the weight of everything crashing down on her. The guilt, the fear, the vulnerability—it was all too much.

Jey moved closer, his thumb brushing against her hand, desperate to keep her from retreating. “Rhea… look at me.”

She hesitated, but when she met his gaze, his voice softened. “Whatever happened before, that’s before. That’s not me. I’m not that type of person, okay?” His words were earnest, laced with the rawness of everything he was feeling in that moment.

Rhea’s eyes darted away from him, the knot in her stomach growing tighter. The suffocating memories of her past, the fear of being vulnerable, the weight of her trauma—it all consumed her. Her breath hitched, and she could barely find the strength to hold onto the words she knew she needed to say.

“I have to go,” Rhea finally said, her voice filled with hurt. She pulled her hands from his grasp and turned toward the door, each step feeling heavier than the last.

Jey stood frozen in place, his heart breaking with each movement she made. He didn’t know what to do—how to make her stay, how to help her heal. He knew that pushing her would only make things worse, but the helplessness he felt was overwhelming. “Rhea…”

She didn’t turn around. The door closed softly behind her, and Jey stood there in the silence of his own mind, trying to make sense of everything.

And as he stared at the closed door, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was already slipping away.

Rhea approached the car, her mind still swirling with the remnants of her encounter with Jey. She opened the door, slid into the passenger seat, and barely looked at Liv as she shut the door behind her. Liv glanced at her, trying to gauge how she was feeling. “You gave him the papers?” Liv asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Rhea let out a soft sigh and nodded. “Yeah.”

Liv pursed her lips, her brow furrowing. “Come on, let’s go home before Raquel kills us both.”

Rhea didn’t respond, her thoughts still replaying everything that had just happened. She leaned back against the headrest, closing her eyes for a moment as the car started moving. The drive home felt like an eternity, though it was quick, and the weight in Rhea’s chest only grew heavier with every passing minute.

When they arrived at the apartment, Rhea didn’t wait for Liv to say anything else. She opened the door and stepped out quickly, not even sparing a glance at the parking lot. She made her way straight to her room, her heart pounding in her chest. Once inside, she slammed the door behind her and collapsed onto her bed.

Raquel glanced over at Liv, who was still sitting in the car, and then back at the closed door of Rhea’s room. “What happened?” Raquel asked, her voice low but sharp with concern.

Liv shrugged, looking frustrated and helpless. “I don’t know babe..”

Raquel didn’t ask further questions. She could tell something had gone wrong, but she knew better than to push. For now, she could only wait and hope that Rhea would open up when she was ready.

Inside the room, Rhea felt the tears she’d been holding back start to fall. She curled up in a ball, her face buried in her hands. The memory of her first kiss with Jey—so filled with intensity and longing—had been marred by the haunting flashbacks. The warmth of his touch, the tenderness of the moment, everything had been clouded by the panic that washed over her, the fear of being vulnerable, of losing control.

Her mind kept replaying the past, the memories she wished she could forget, the moments of hurt that were too deeply ingrained in her to just disappear. She had been so sure of her feelings for Jey, so certain of their connection. But in that moment, when he kissed her, everything spiraled out of control.

Tears stained her pillow as she quietly cried. The silence of her room felt suffocating, and she wished more than anything that she could escape the overwhelming pain of her memories. Her first kiss with Jey—meant to be a moment of closeness and healing—felt broken now, shattered by everything she couldn’t escape.

Rhea’s phone buzzed again, cutting through the suffocating silence that had filled the room. She glanced down at the screen, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Jey’s name. Her breath hitched as the phone rang, the vibrations in her hand shaking her to the core. She didn’t know if she was ready to face him after everything that had just happened. But she couldn’t ignore it any longer.

The phone buzzed once more, and she still couldn’t bring herself to answer. Another ring. Then another. By the fifth buzz, Rhea finally gave in, swiping her finger across the screen with a shaky breath.

“Rhea,” Jey’s voice came through, soft but urgent, “Talk to me, baby.”

Rhea swallowed hard, feeling her throat tighten as the tears threatened to spill again. She sniffled, wiping at her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. But it was no use. Everything was falling apart, and she didn’t know how to put it back together.

“I… I fucked up everything,” Rhea choked out, the words barely audible through her sobs.

Jey didn’t immediately respond, but she could hear his breath hitch, and she knew he was processing what she said. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke again, his voice low and understanding.

“Rhea,” Jey said softly, “Baby, you didn’t fuck up anything.”

Rhea squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head as she spoke. “I did. I kissed you and froze up. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can’t even… I can’t even be in the moment without freaking out.”

Jey let out a deep sigh. “I get it, Rhea. Trust me, I get it.” He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was strained with emotion. “We both carry so much, don’t we? It’s like, every time we think we’re moving forward, the past just… hits us like a fucking truck.”

Rhea was silent for a moment, her chest tightening with the weight of his words. The shared understanding between them—the deep, raw pain that neither of them knew how to escape—made her feel less alone.

“I can’t let go of what happened to me,” Jey continued, his voice breaking slightly. “It’s like it’s always there, in the background, haunting me. I can’t sleep, can’t focus. And sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever be free from it.”

Rhea felt the weight of his words like a punch to the gut. She knew all too well what he was talking about—the way trauma followed you like a shadow, always lurking, always there, no matter how hard you tried to move forward.

“I’ve been feeling the same way,” Rhea whispered. “Like, no matter how many times I try to get over it, it keeps coming back. The nightmares, the flashbacks, the fear… it never ends.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and Rhea could feel the tension between them. She could feel Jey’s own pain, his struggle, and it mirrored her own.

“Yeah,” Jey said finally, his voice hoarse. “But I think maybe that’s why we get each other, right? Because we both know what it’s like to be fucked up, to be broken and still try to keep moving. We’re both carrying our scars, Rhea. But we’re still here. And that counts for something.”

Rhea wiped away a fresh tear that had slipped down her cheek. “It does count for something, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does,” Jey replied softly. “We’re not alone in this. Not anymore.”

Rhea took a shaky breath, her heart aching with the raw truth of his words. “I’m scared, Jey. I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know how to be okay.”

Jey’s voice was tender but firm as he responded, “You don’t have to fix everything right away. Hell, you don’t have to fix anything at all. We’re both broken, Rhea. But I’d rather be broken with you than alone.”

A small, bitter laugh escaped Rhea’s lips, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt a sense of comfort in the shared vulnerability between them. It was messy, painful, and imperfect—but it was real.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” Rhea admitted, her voice full of genuine emotion.

“You’re not,” Jey assured her, his voice steady despite the heaviness between them.

Rhea closed her eyes, allowing the warmth of his words to wash over her. The fear, the shame, the guilt—they were all still there, but for a brief moment, she didn’t feel as weighed down by them. Because in this moment, with Jey’s voice grounding her, she knew they could face their darkness together. And that, maybe, was the first step to healing?

“From here on out, you’re never gonna’ be alone ever again, Rhea. Not ever. I got you.”

Rhea’s heart skipped a beat as she heard Jey’s words. There was a tenderness in his voice that sent a shiver down her spine, something she hadn’t heard from him in a while. It felt comforting, like he was trying to ground her in a way that no one else could.

“You got me?” Rhea asked softly, her voice still shaky from the tears that had flowed earlier.

Jey’s response came almost immediately, his tone warm and reassuring. “I got you, boo,” he said, and there was a hint of a smile in his voice, as if he was trying to make her feel better, to make her feel safe.

Rhea sniffled, still holding the phone close to her ear, trying to steady her breathing. “I’m your boo?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief but also a hint of curiosity.

Jey chuckled lightly, a sound that brought a small, bittersweet smile to Rhea’s face. “Well… only if you want to be,” he said, his voice gentle but teasing.

Rhea’s lips parted, and for a moment, she was speechless. She could hear the playful tone in his voice, but beneath it was something deeper, something more genuine. The vulnerability, the pain, the raw emotion—they were all still there, but somehow, in that moment, it felt like the weight of everything had lessened just a little.

“Do I want to be your boo?” Rhea whispered to herself, more out of contemplation than anything else.

Jey’s voice broke through the quiet. “Rhea,” he said, his tone now serious, “I know we’ve both have been through a lot in our journeys, but if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that I’m here for you. And I always will be. But it’s up to you. I’m not going to push you. You gotta want it, too.”

Rhea closed her eyes, a sigh escaping her lips. She had always been guarded, afraid of letting anyone in too deep, afraid of the hurt it might bring. But with Jey, there was something different. Something that made her feel like maybe it was okay to not have everything figured out. Maybe it was okay to be broken together.

She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice quiet but full of sincerity. “I do want to be your boo, Jey. I just… I don’t know how to be that person right now.”

Jey’s voice softened, his understanding clear. “And you don’t have to know everything right now. We’ll figure it out together.”

Rhea held the phone to her ear, her fingers tightening around it as a wave of emotion swept over her. It wasn’t perfect. Nothing about their situation was. But in that moment, with Jey’s words echoing in her mind, she felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time: genuine reassurance.

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Okay, Jey. I want to try. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be alone anymore either.”

There was a long pause before Jey responded, and when he did, his voice was thick with emotion. “I promise I got you..”

And for the first time in a long time, Rhea allowed herself to believe him.

Jey chuckled softly on the other end of the line, his voice smooth and warm. “Now that we got some of that mushiness out of the way,” he teased, the playfulness in his tone lifting the mood.

Rhea couldn’t help but smirk, even though her cheeks were still damp from her earlier tears. “Yeah?” she said, curious where he was going with this.

“You have the softest lips ever,” Jey said, his voice low and teasing, but there was a hint of sincerity that made her stomach do a little flip.

Rhea felt the heat rush to her face, and even though he couldn’t see her, she blushed furiously. “Yours are… big,” she retorted, trying to sound playful but failing to hide her nervousness.

Jey let out a hearty laugh, the sound so infectious that Rhea found herself giggling along with him. “That’s something I can’t control, Rhea!” he shot back, his voice laced with mock indignation.

Her laugh grew louder, and she wiped at her face, feeling lighter than she had in days. “Yeah, yeah, blame genetics,” she quipped, her tone brighter now.

Jey’s laughter softened, and his voice turned more tender. “That’s what I like,” he said, almost as if he were speaking more to himself than to her.

Rhea tilted her head, curious. “Like what?”

“Your laugh,” Jey admitted without hesitation. “It’s… I don’t know, it’s just one of those things. It makes everything feel less heavy, you know? Like, when you laugh, even when you’re going through it, it reminds me that there’s still good stuff out there.”

Rhea felt her chest tighten, but not in a bad way. His words hit her in a way she hadn’t expected, filling her with a warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time. She swallowed hard, her voice soft when she finally spoke. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” Jey replied firmly. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep hearing it, Rhea. Your laugh, your voice—it’s what keeps me going.”

Rhea let his words settle over her, a small, genuine smile spreading across her face. “You’re really something else, you know that?”

Jey chuckled again. “Nah, I’m just a guy trying to make his boo smile.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help laughing again. “Okay, okay, Mr. Smooth. I see you.”

“Yeah, you do,” Jey said, his voice dripping with playful confidence, making her laugh even harder.

[samoan-takedown]

You know shit bout go down when Jey comes running sideways!

[unintentionaloracle]

Cause For Concern [Fic]

(The Bloodline Doesn't Know Part 3 of 4)

I know we just ate this Raw, but I got a new chapter in this (unintended) saga to drop! And it's gonna be a painful one, so buckle up! (With a little surprise I won't spoil in the tags 🤭)

Summary: Sami has to come clean to Kevin. He knows this. However, turmoil in The Bloodline could make it harder...and worse...

Sami woke up gently, firmly held by Kevin's strong arms. Kevin's foot gently caressed his. He felt Kevin nuzzle into his neck. At first, Sami settled in, content and happy to be cuddled by the man he loved. “Mmm. G’morning, sexy...” He said, softly, caressing his forearm.

“Morning, sexy...” He responded.

The warmth couldn't last, however. He remembered what he had to do, and it hit like water to fire. “Hey, Kev? Remember what I told you last night?”

“Mmm...that you had something important to talk about?” Kevin asked.

“Yeah,” Sami said, shifting around. “I have to tell you this because I love you. Before this continues.” He said, placing his hand on Kevin's heart gently.

“Oh my God...are you pregnant?” Kevin asked.

Sami couldn't tell if it was joking or not, with his tone and him being Kevin. “No? I can't?” He huffed. “Kevin, I'm being serious.”

Kevin shook his head. “Sorry. Go ahead.”

Sami took a deep breath. “Kevin, I've been–”

Sami's phone rang. It was Jimmy's theme song. He groaned as he reached for it. Now is not the time, Jimmy!

Kevin gently tried to stop him from picking up the phone. “Ignore him. Just tell me what you gotta say, Sami,” he said, looking at him so softly it broke Sami's heart.

“I can't. He'll just keep calling and I'll never get a word in...” Sami said with a groan. He took a deep breath, put on his happy face, and picked up. “What's up, my dawg? Why are you calling so early?” He asked in what could only be described as his “customer service voice”.

“Uce, you gotta get down to the arena. Heyman says Roman's calling an emergency family meeting. Something about betrayal.”

Sami could feel the color drain from his face. “Right away?”

“Right away.”

Sami sighed, “Okay.” He hung up and started getting dressed (making sure he grabbed one of his Bloodline shirts) before turning his attention to Kevin. “I'm sorry, there's something I gotta do first. It's Roman. Sounds like he'll kill me if I'm not there.”

Or if I am there...

Kevin got dressed, too, then grabbed his keys. “I'll drive you. Hell, I'll wait in the parking lot for you, too. As backup if it goes bad.”

“Kevin, that's sweet, but...”

Kevin gently shushed Sami before caressing his face. “Whatever this is, it's got you terrified. You've been there for me these past few weeks, Sami. Let me be there for you this time, my guardian angel,” he said before giving him a kiss on the forehead.

The words “guardian angel” felt like barbed wire. There was no dissuading him. And it sounded like he'd have to diffuse Roman before he could talk to Kevin. “Okay, you nostalgic sap,” he teased.

Kevin chuckled and kissed his cheek repeatedly. Playfully. Sami couldn't help but laugh. “Stop!” He playfully protested. “I really have to go!”

“Okay, then let's go.”

---

Sami was the second to arrive at the arena lobby, after Jimmy. Roman was apparently running fashionably late to his own emergency meeting. “Any idea what it's about?”

“Probably me,” Jey sighed as he arrived at the scene. His hair was still messy, at first glance from waking up. But judging by the very visible lipstick stains on his face and neck, he didn't get much sleep at all.

Sami grinned. “You and Rhea!?”

Jey started to swagger over to Jimmy and Sami, a goofy grin on his face. “Yeah! Ya boy went to Rhea’s hotel room after you left. To talk to her face-to-face,”

“Yeet!” Sami said, almost on compulsion.

“We got our mack on,”

“Yeet!”

“She told me what'd been eating her,”

“Yeet!”

“I told her she’s got me: heart, body, and soul...”

“YEET!” Sami said alongside Jimmy, who was also getting swept up in it, now.

“We made it official!”

“YEET!”

“And–”

“And now you're going to destroy the family, again. Because of her. For shame.” Heyman interrupted, looking like a stern parent. “And after everything Roman has done for you.”

“...Yeet?” Jimmy said awkwardly.

Sami looked over at Jey, who'd seemed to somewhat shut down. “Jey...”

“I just...”

Roman burst on the scene, grabbing Jey by the collar. “You're just gonna quit The Bloodline!? Over the phone!?”

“Uce!” Sami and Jimmy said in unison.

Oh, come on, Jey! Sami thought. He hadn't expected Jey to beat him to the punch, let alone do it so stupidly.

“I mean, I wasn't sure if I'd get a hold of you face to face, Roman...” Jey said. “And I need to! I love her.”

“You love her enough to betray your family?”

“I’m not betraying the family! And it's not just that! I just...I got things I wanna do on my own, uce! I wanna beat Gunther! Become a big dog in my own right! We helped you get the ula fala back and take down Solo. You're the One True Tribal Chief and nobody can take it away from you. Now it's time we get to do our own thing!” Jey turned to Jimmy. “You had big plans, too. Right, Big Jim?”

Jimmy shifted uncomfortably. “I mean...I am the only one of us who hasn't held his own solo belt...”

Roman let go of Jey. “And you can't accomplish that with all of us, together? Helping you out?”

“‘Together’!?” Sami interjected. “‘Helping us out?’ You're hardly around! And you've never helped us with anything! Where were you when Solo sabotaged Jey's title match? When Drew was harassing all of us? When Jimmy lost MONTHS of his career to Solo? We’ve all helped you more times than I can count, but I can barely count when you've done the same!”

Sami covered his mouth. His pulse rushed and pounded in his ear. So much for de-escalation.

Roman looked at him. “Really? I think letting you anywhere near this family was more than helpful to you, Sami.” He said, venomously. Roman had never looked more like The Tribal Chief he once was–he probably always had been–until now.

Disappointment distilled in Sami's heart.

“Yeah. And I'm grateful. And you're all family to me and nothing can change that. But...I think it's time I move on, too. I have things I need to accomplish...”

“Like screwing that asshole Kevin any time you please?” Roman bit back. “Because you've been doing that plenty, already.”

Jimmy's eyebrows raised. “Sami, you've been seeing–!?”

“Yes!” Sami, Jey, Roman, and Heyman answered in unison.

“...And I'm the only one who didn't know!?”

“Sorry, it was supposed to be a secret, and you, well...” Sami started.

“Oh, yeah. No no, I get it.” Jimmy said, backing off.

“And not just screwing Kevin Owens,” Heyman announced. “Sami has been using us! He's passing along intimate, dangerous information about us that that feral animal he calls a boyfriend can use against the family in exchange for getting some–!”

“I never passed on “dangerous” information! We never had any because Roman isn't around! And anything I did tell him was just to pacify him! I did it for the family AND for the man I love!” Sami shouted.

“...So you admit you lied to me...” Roman said, coldly.

“...Yes. For the greater good.”

“For the greater good? Or to save your own ass?” Roman countered, slowly getting in Sami's space. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jimmy and Jey brace themselves to intervene.

Sami stood his ground, his blood turned to liquid steel. “Maybe. But I'd also hoped maybe you'd actually changed when you went away. Learned to appreciate us. Became the man I used to think you were, deep down, two years ago. What anyone else said be damned. Or at least that you were on your way to that, and maybe I could help that man become all he could be. We’ve sacrificed everything for you, Roman...”

Images flashed in Sami's mind: holding his own title again and celebrating with Jey. Seth excitedly telling him, his good friend, what he did that weekend the minute he saw him backstage on Raw. Hugging Kevin after they'd wrestled a PLE, excitedly or consolingly. Kissing him in front of everyone. Waking up the next morning to that sleepy, loving gaze only he got to see...

“...the least you could do is let us get that back.”

Roman glared at him, only briefly glancing away at The Usos. For a moment, Sami swore he saw something else in his face. Hurt. Before Sami could cave, Roman closed his eyes and growled.

“I don't wanna be near any of you right now.”

With that, the OTC began to storm off.

Heyman looked at the three of them. “I hope you're all happy,” he said, about to follow Roman.

“That means you, too, Wiseman.” Roman said, then went out the door.

Heyman looked like Roman had just shot him in cold blood. He wandered off somewhere in the arena, dazed.

Jimmy huffed. “I barely did anything! Why's he mad at me, too!?”

Jey crouched down (practically collapsing), hands clasped together as if in prayer, forehead against his thumbs. Sami went over to him. “Jey, we did the right thing...”

“I know, it's just...this doesn't feel good, uce...” Jey said.

“Jey?”

The boys turned their heads to Rhea, who had just entered the lobby. She went to his side, kneeling down. “Are you okay? I saw Roman storm off...” She got a steely look in her eyes. “Did he do this?” Rhea asked, her voice holding an unspoken promise: she would make Roman regret it if he did.

“It's fine, baby. It's done. I quit The Bloodline. Sami, too,” Jey said.

Rhea’s expression softened. She looked up at Sami for confirmation. He nodded. She nodded back and hugged Jey. “Hey, it's gonna be okay. You aren't gonna be alone again. You've got me, Sami, Damian, Jimmy...” She said, looking up at his brother.

Jimmy nodded back at her.

“C’mon, let's go get some fresh air, okay?” Rhea suggested.

Jey nodded. Rhea helped him upright. Tears were in his eyes. She didn't say a word to the others as she helped him outside, just offering a wave. The boys waved back.

Jimmy looked at Sami. He shifted awkwardly, his eyes desperately darting anywhere else. “I...I should check on the Wiseman, uce...”

Sami nodded. “Yeah. Good luck, man. I gotta...I need to check on Kevin...”

Jimmy sighed. “Yeah, you do that. We'll talk later.”

“Of course,” Sami said. He sighed, as well. “Of course...”

---

Sami made his way back to the car and Kevin. At first, Kevin smiled, but that quickly fell when he saw the harrowed look on his lover's face. “What happened?”

“I think I just left The Bloodline. Or broke it up forever. I don't know, yet.”

Kevin gripped the steering wheel. “Need me to kick his ass?”

“No, I just...” Sami’s eyes started to burn. “I just need to talk to you. Now.”

---

Sami explained everything to Kevin, the whole truth. He kept trying to give Kevin a chance to respond, but he said nothing. His face never changed. A tear fell down Sami's cheek.

“And I swear, I didn't mean to let this go as far as it did. All I wanted was to make sure you wouldn't be alone and–”

“Get the hell out of my car.” Kevin said, face still unchanging.

Sami felt hollowed out. “...Kev–”

“I said get out!” Kevin barked, his eyes becoming rimmed with red.

“I didn't want to hurt you...” Sami’s voice cracked.

“Yeah, well, you did. Now get out.”

Sami couldn't move. Tears streamed down his face.

“Fine. Screw it. I'll leave my rental car!” Kevin said, storming out of the car, keys in hand.

“Where are you going?” Sami asked, crawling to the driver's side.

“A walk! Do whatever you want. You could beg and plead for Roman to take you back! I don't care anymore!” Kevin declared. Then his voice wavered. “Just...please don't be here when I get back...” Kevin stormed off, shaking as he reached around in his pockets.

Sami didn't chase after him. He knew to give Kevin his space. His tears evolved into full-fledged sobs. Sami tried to wipe his eyes with the hem of his shirt, only to be greeted with “The OG Bloodline” print. Tearing the shirt from his body, he tossed it out the window and let out an anguished wail.

For the first time in weeks, he had nothing. Absolutely nothing.

---

Almost across town, Roman braced himself outside a hotel door. It wasn't often that he was in the same town, but the stars aligned that both their shows would be here this week.

Getting the hotel and room number was easy. If he could afford a motorcade, he could afford to get some shady info under the table. It was actually talking to him that was the hard part. After all this time, could he?

No, he needed to. He needed him. His kingdom was crumbling right before his eyes, and he needed someone to talk to. Or at least make him forget it was happening for a while. He knocked on the door.

It opened.

“Look, I know it's been forever and you probably hate seeing me, but...” Roman started to feel himself crumble. “I have nothing. And I...” Roman fell to his knees. “I needed to see you. Please...”

He heard a familiar chuckle. “Hello to you, too. Never thought I'd see the so-called Tribal Chief begging to me, again...”

Roman looked up, flipping the veil of his hair out of his eyes. He was greeted by a beautiful sight he hadn't seen in years.

Mox, the man he'd once known (he'd once loved) as Dean, leaned against the doorframe, hypnotically swirling a toothpick around in his mouth. “Yeah, come in, I guess...”

[punksrhea]

JEY USO WWE RAW, January 20th, 2025

[samijey]

Oh yeah?

[fabxpunk]

just a 46 years old & 39 years old asking for dessert during a press conference.

[princedevitt]

[dilf-in-peril]

I get it.

[ripleyflair]

[usomads]

Never Have I Ever // Jey Uso x Reader

Author's Note -> So I had this interesting little idea and figured I'd write it out for y'all... not sure how I feel about it yet but lmk if you like it 🤭 Oh! I have a masterlist now too, so you can check out some other stories I did recently :) happy reading!

Plot -> An innocent game leads to a new first, and new love.

Pairings -> Jey Uso x Fem!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Drinking, Cursing, Hickies, Oral (Fem!Receiving), Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.3k

Game Night. The one night a month where you, Josh, Jon, Trin, Joe, and Galina could have a night to yourselves. No kids, no wrestling events to stress over, just drinks and quality time with your people. You met them through work, and although you were part of the production crew you ended up clicking with them right away. Whenever you all were inevitably on the road for shows, you traveled together, stayed at the same hotel, ventured the cities together, you had basically become part of the family.

Game Night originally started as a couples get-together for Jon, Trin, Joe, and Galina but seeing as you and Josh were always around they happily extended the invitation to you two, despite both of you being single.

You were close with everybody in the group, but yours and Josh’s relationship was by far closer than the relationships you had with the others. Josh was the first WWE superstar to greet you on your first day on the job, showing you around and helping you get acclimated to your new work environment. Within the span of a couple weeks he was inviting you to family events, and the rest is history.

After helping yourself to a mixed drink in Joe and Galina's kitchen, you made your way back to the living room where everyone was congregated as they were trying to figure out the next game to play. “Why don’t we spice it up?” Trin suggested, “how about a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’?”

“Jesus, Trin. What are we, high schoolers?” You chimed in, “Might as well get a bottle out and start spinning it too.”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N, live a little,” she teased, “Sounds to me like you’ve got some secretssss!”

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Start already, before you kill my buzz.” 

One by one everyone started taking turns going in a circle stating things they hadn’t done before; some sexual, some embarrassing, and some targeted to get certain players to put their fingers down. After a few rounds everyone in the group only had one finger remaining, and it was your turn. All you had to do was give one confession and everybody would be out of the game, making you the winner. You being as competitive as you were, you saved the best one for last. And you knew it would get everyone out. “Okay umm,” you paused dramatically even though you knew what you were going to say, “Never have I ever… received head.”

You smiled triumphantly as one by one, the group started putting down their fingers. Choruses of “Wowww, you had to go there,” “That’s so unfair,” and strings of curses came from everybody. Everybody except Josh.

“Nah, uce. That means nobody wins. Ma, the whole point of the game is to say somethin’ you haven’t done. You gotta put a finger down.”

“I know the rules, Josh,” you retorted, “I did say something I haven’t done. Which means I win.” “Wait, wait, wait. Girl, you’ve never had a man eat you out?” Trin asked shocked, her question making everyone realize what you had just said.

Josh interjects before you can respond, seemingly annoyed, “She has, Trin, she’s bullshittin’ rn. Because there ain’t no way-”

“There is a way, Josh, because it hasn’t happened. I’ve never had a man go down on me.”

Waves of shock cascaded across the room at your response. How could you go your entire adult life without getting your pussy eaten? It’s actually fairly easy,  just sleep with shitty dudes that don’t wanna reciprocate and there you have it. You’ve experimented a little bit within your sex life, but something as elementary as getting head was something you had yet to check off your bucket list? You can’t really blame everyone for being so surprised about it, shit you probably would be too if you were in their shoes. It seemed like with every second the group sat with this new revelation more and more questions were getting asked, almost an overwhelming amount.

“Okay okay chill, damn. Didn’t realize I was playing ‘truth or dare’ all of a sudden,” you joked before shifting to a more serious tone, “But yes, I’ve sucked dick before. Yes, I’ve been fingered. No, I’m not bullshitting. And yes, my taste in men is ass. Haven’t found a single one that wants to go down on me, yet they expect me to go down on them. Crazy I know, but it is what it is. Men ain’t shit apparently. Now there, did I cover everything?”

“So…,” Jon piped up, “What the fuck y’all be doin’ then? Just straight to pound town and that’s it? No warm up?”

“Pound town is crazyyyy,” you laughed, “But not exactly. Actually, I can break down every time I’ve ever had sex with somebody. It all follows the same steps: kiss on each other for a bit, take all our clothes off, I’ll suck his dick, we fuck, he cums, and then it’s over with.”

“Wait, girl, are you saying you’ve never cum during sex? If that’s what you’re saying honey, I’m sorry, but we gotta find you a fuckin’ man. No more of these boys that you’re messin’ with.” Galina asked.

“Oh, no, I have before. Just a handful of times though, most of the time I’ve gotta finish myself off after. Can’t really expect me to finish if you don’t warm me up a bit, you know?” You responded.

“Man, what the fuck is wrong with this generation? Giving your girl head should be a requirement, these boys you’re fuckin’ with are weird as fuck, Y/N, my girl’s right. We gotta find you a real man,” Joe stated.

“Oh, trust me, I agree with y’all. It’s why I just stopped having sex altogether; Imma have to finish myself off anyways, might as well not waste my time.”

“Y/N, babes, how fuckin’ long has it been since you’ve gotten dick?” Trin asked, anxiously waiting for your answer.

“Um…” Wow, you really had to think about it. “If I remember right, then around Christmas time…” “Oh, so less than a year then. For a second there I thought-”

“Of 2022,” you interrupted. Man, if earlier was chaotic, this new confession was fucking bedlam. Everyone seemed to be losing their minds, except Josh, who had stayed silent and kept his eyes locked on you throughout this entire exchange. 

“Alright, alright, yes I get it. It’s insane, I know. It is what it is, I guess. But as much as I’d love to continue sharing about my travesty of a sex life, I desperately need another drink. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?” Everyone started listing their drink of choice, and you were having a hard time keeping up with it all, until Josh spoke for the first time since your revelation.

“I’ll just come with you, seems like everybody needs something right now. You’re gonna need help carrying everyone’s shit.” You smiled at him, silently thanking him, but he didn’t say a word- he just followed closely behind you to the kitchen. You immediately went into bartender mode, making everyone’s drinks to bring back to the living room, but Josh stood still watching you from the entryway of the kitchen- still not talking.

“Hey, Josh, you mind helping me make a couple drinks real quick? I need some help over here,” you chuckled, but stopped when you noticed he wasn’t responding and turned to look at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Huh?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about you not getting your needs met? You know I would’ve helped you out, ma,” Josh asked, closing the distance between you two.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, turning back to finish making everyone’s drinks. “Helped me? What does that even mean? Look, I really don’t wanna talk about this right now, so can we put this convo on the back burner until the night is over with? Good, now help me carry these drinks back to the living room, would you?” You sighed, grabbing a few cups before brushing past him to head back to the group- leaving Josh alone in the kitchen with his thoughts.

After a couple more games and a few more drinks, it was time for everyone to head out for the night. You rode to Joe’s house with Josh, who you hadn’t talked to since the conversation earlier in the kitchen. You were crashing there for the night, 1. Because you knew you’d have a drink too many and wouldn’t be able to drive, and 2. Because staying over at each others’ houses was a common occurrence nowadays. You both said your goodbyes to the group and headed back to his place. The car ride was silent, neither of you talking to the other and only the low hum of whatever songs were on Josh’s playlist. You stared out of the window the whole car ride, watching the blur of the city lights pass by and replaying you two’s conversation in your head over and over. What did he mean by, “I would’ve helped you out?” How would he have helped you?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the car pulling into Josh’s driveway and being put in park. Josh got out quickly, while you sat for a second to let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. Well, here goes nothing.

You got inside and went to take your jacket and shoes off, barely getting yourself situated before Josh spoke.

“So, are you ready to talk about it now or are you just not gonna address it?” Sigh, here we go.

“What is there to address, huh? All I did was tell the truth, I haven’t had a guy go down on me before. I don’t really understand what the big deal is.”

“The big deal is that you should’ve told me about this a long time ago,” Josh replied, “If you had told me I could’ve done something about it.”

“Done something about it? How, Josh? What could you have possibly done about it? It doesn’t even matter and honestly, I don’t understand why you’re so worked up over it.”

“Oh, c’mon Y/N, don’t act stupid. You know damn well if I had known about it I would’ve offered to be your ‘first’.” Sorry, what? You blinked hard, trying to make sure you heard him correctly. “Shit, as far as I’m concerned, offer’s still on the table,” his voice lowered, making slow strides towards you and backing you into the door, “What kind of ‘best friend’ would I be if I didn’t make sure you were taken care of, hmm?”

You shivered at his words, feeling the lust that was oozing from his words engulf the space between the two of you. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t imagined Josh like this before. Hell, he’s who you think about when you’re touching yourself at night. Sure, he was attractive, but lately you’d developed feelings for the man. You craved him in more ways than one, but never in a million years did you think you’d actually end up in this position- trapped between him and the door while he dragged his fingers along your sides, trailing further and further down…

“So, what’s it gonna be,” he paused, his hand finally reaching your core and rubbing you through your leggings you were wearing. He groaned, feeling your wetness that had soaked through now pooling on his fingers. “You gonna let me take care of you baby?” He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Imma eat this pussy in every room of the house mamas, make you cum in every one of ‘em too. All you gotta do is say the word.”

Your skin felt like it was on fire. The sultriness in his voice had you ready to completely give yourself to him. You had completely soaked through your leggings at this point, and were convinced if they weren’t so restricting you’d be dripping wet for him. You had a choice to make: let him take you right here and raise some question marks surrounding your friendship, or decline his offer and leave yourself hot and bothered? Lucky for you, your voice made the decision before your mind did.

“Please, Josh, please.”

That was all it took for him to smash his lips into yours; desperately but passionate, lovingly yet intense. Your tongues battled for dominance while the two of you hastily removed any article of clothing separating you, craving to feel the warmth of each others’ skin with nothing in the way. Both of you were now left in just your undergarments, relentlessly kissing each other like your lives depended on it. His lips made their way to your neck, leaving trails of hickies in their wake. You moaned his name and fisted his hair with each one he created, trembling with every graze of his teeth or lick of his tongue.

“You… have no idea… how long… I’ve wanted this,” he muttered in between each bruise he made. Your head was thrown back against the wooden door, relishing every moment.

“Me too,” you breathed out, and it was the truth. You had only recently come to terms with seeing him as more than your best friend, but deep down you knew your feelings had begun months prior. He was all you ever thought about, and here you were, melting underneath him as he ensured not a single inch of your body went untouched by his lips. 

His hands traveled to the back of your thighs and by pure instinct you jumped into his arms, holding you tightly as he carried you to your first stop: the kitchen. Josh laid you down on the island countertop, goosebumps erupting all over as the cold surface touched your skin. You arched your back for him to remove your bra, and once removed, he placed a trail of kisses starting from your breasts and moving down to your sternum, then your stomach, and finally your hips, where the band of your thong rested. Looking up at you, his teeth grazed the soft skin before latching onto the waistband of your thong, before sliding it down your legs. His hands slowly traveled up your calves and to your thighs, spreading them apart to give him a look at what he’s been craving since earlier this evening.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he hummed, “And all mine too. Look at how wet you are for me already, baby. Can’t believe you’ve been hiding her from me all this time, ma.” And with that he lowers his head and licks between your aching folds, your eyes widening and rolling to the back of your head the moment his mouth makes contact. He hungrily attacks your folds as your fingers weave themselves into his hair, pushing his face deeper into your pussy. The moans coming from your mouth are uncontrollable, repeating his name over and over as you fall further into oblivion. 

“Tastes so sweet, baby girl, could eat you for every meal.” His words vibrate through your core and your pussy flutters. You inadvertently buck your hips but his arm stops you, holding you down so you can take everything he’s giving you right now. His mouth wraps around your clit, paying special attention to the sensitive bud and you arch your back at the touch- feeling a familiar pressure building up in the pit of your stomach and quickly reaching its peak. “F-fuckk, Josh, feels so good. I’m gonna-”

“Let it out, princess. Show Daddy how good he makes you feel.”

Your orgasm rips through you, sending your body into a state you had never experienced before. You were writhing underneath him, holding onto his hair for dear life as your eyes roll into your skull and your back arches off the countertop. Strings of profanities and pants of his name cross your lips, lost in the flood of pleasure stemming from the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. You finally begin to take control of your breathing again, attempting to slow it as your body gives out and lies limp on the marble, completely wiped out. Josh lifts his head to reveal himself, mouth and beard dripping in your wetness. He smiles softly at you, proud that he was the first to eat your pussy and proud that he was able to make you completely fall apart for him. He leans up to you and gives a soft kiss to your lips, before lifting your body from the countertop and carrying you once again. “Oh, baby, I’m not done with you yet. I said I was gonna eat you in every room of this house tonight, and you know I don’t break my promises.”

“Ohh f-fuckk! J-Josh, I- I can’t, I’m-”

“Yes you can, mamas, gimme another one. You can do it, princess.” You were now on your 5th orgasm of the night. Josh had kept his promise alright, making you cum in the kitchen, living room, his office, master bathroom, and now his bedroom. You’d think after that many times a man would be exhausted, but with every time he had made you cum he had gained more energy. It’s like making you cum was his food source, and it was driving him to keep going. Once again you came hard from his mouth and tongue, vision turning white and seeing stars as you hit your orgasm. You were for sure tired, but one thought kept you going: you wanted his cock. Bad. 

“B-baby,” you panted, still coming down from your last orgasm, “Please… I want you. Fuck me, please.”

“You just came on my face 5 times, and now you want my dick? Fuck baby, you sure you can take it?” “Fuckk yes, Josh, just please… I need it, baby. I can handle one more.”

Josh takes off his boxers and climbs on top of you, passionately kissing your lips as he pumps his cock and rubs his tip up and down your sensitive pussy, making you whimper into the kiss. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, baby girl. Imma take good care of you, I promise. You ready for me, baby?”

You nod, staring into his eyes as he slowly enters you. You cry out as his cock fully fills your pussy, already close to cumming again.

“Fuck, Y/N, so fuckin’ tight. Taking me so well,” he hisses, slowly thrusting inside of you. He wraps your legs around his waist and peppers kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips, whispering praises to you as he slowly pumps in and out of you. Your pussy tightens around him, signaling you’re close, making him moan loudly in response. “Shitt, do that again, mamas. Squeeze my shit just like that, gonna make me fuck you full of my cum, baby.” You dig your nails into his shoulders and moan in response, “Is that what you want, baby girl? You want Daddy to fill you up ‘til you’re dripping my cum? Want me to cum deep, don’t you baby?”

“F-fuck… oh my god… please, Daddy. Want your cum in me so fuckin’ bad… s-shitt, Josh, I’m so-”

“Go ahead and soak this dick, pretty girl. I’m there too, baby. Cum for me.”Any energy you had saved was completely wiped out, coming undone again for him as he buried his face in your neck and pumped you full of his cum. Both of your moans echoed in his room, engulfing you two as you fell apart together. Josh collapses on the bed next to you, you both breathing heavily, and silent. Nothing needed to be said, as you nestled into his side and drifted to sleep with only one thought on your mind: Never have I ever… well now I have… and more.