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Series
You Scared Me: What happens when Rhea and Jey are forced to share a hotel room during Bad Blood weekend. With Solo trying to rebuild the Bloodline , and the Judgement Day still after revenge, they find friendship in each other and soon find something new and beautiful in all the heartbreak and pain. Completely
You Revived Me: Their relationship is growing, but so does all their problems. The bound’s of a promise get pushed to its limits, old love is in the spring air, and they both learn the hard lessons that trauma never goes away no matter how much you want it to… but neither does true love. Completely
Oops: Two requests turn into a mini series of Jhea navigating an unplanned pregnancy, and an accidental pregnancy reveal. On-going
In-universe one shots
Jhea one shot
A collection of one shots involving smut, angst, and a lot of fluff
Misc one shots
Every other one shots that doesn’t involve Jhea
Terror Triplets
Any fic that involves Rhea, Jey, and Damian, in some sort of relationship, but not exclusively for Rhea x Jey x Damian.
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Jey stood in the laundry room holding a pair of black lace underwear between two fingers like they had personally offended him.
He stared.
Looked at the tag.
Looked back at the underwear.
“…Absolutely not.”
Rhea walked in carrying a basket of clean towels. “What are you doing?”
Jey turned dramatically. “Care to explain this?”
She blinked once. “My underwear?”
“Your thong.”
“Yeah?”
“Where’s the rest of it?”
Rhea frowned. “What do you mean?”
Jey held it up higher. “There’s three strings and a prayer. That’s not underwear.”
“It is in Australia.”
“It is not.”
“It absolutely is.”
Jey pointed accusingly. “That’s floss.”
Rhea laughed. “Joshua, it’s a thong.”
“It’s a dental procedure.”
She set the towels down, already grinning because she knew exactly where this conversation was headed. “Why are you even looking at my laundry?”
“I was folding clothes because somebody leaves every sock she owns inside out.”
“I do not.”
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
“You folded one of my shirts into a triangle last week.”
“That’s called innovation.”
Jey ignored that entirely and shook the thong again.
“I’m serious, babe. Every pair you own looks like it lost a fight.”
She crossed her arms. “They’re comfortable.”
“They’re invisible.”
“Exactly.”
“They disappear!”
“That’s… kind of the point.”
Jey looked toward the ceiling as if asking for patience.
“So let me get this straight. You willingly pay money…”
“Yes.”
“…for eighty-seven percent less fabric.”
“Correct.”
“And you’re happy about it.”
“Very.”
He stared at her for a long moment.
“I’m taking you to Walmart.”
Her smile disappeared.
“…Why?”
“We’re fixing this.”
“There is nothing to fix.”
“There is everything to fix.”
She laughed. “No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“I’m buying you respectable underwear.”
She pointed a finger at him. “If you come back with granny panties, I’m filing for emotional damages.”
Jey gasped.
“Granny panties are comfortable!”
“They’re parachutes!”
“They have coverage!”
“They have zip codes!”
“They have dignity!”
“They have their own area code!”
Jey folded his arms.
“You’ll thank me.”
“I will literally hide them.”
“You won’t.”
“I absolutely will.”
He gave her a confident nod.
“We’ll see.”
—
Later that night, Jey eased the bedroom door open with a plastic Walmart bag dangling from his wrist. The bathroom shower was still running, steam rolling out beneath the door.
A grin spread across his face.
“Perfect.”
He set the bag on the bed and quietly walked over to Rhea’s dresser. Without hesitation he slid open her favorite drawer.
“There you all are.”
An entire collection of colorful thongs stared back at him.
Black lace.
Red satin.
Neon green.
Leopard print.
One decorated with tiny pumpkins.
Then his eyes landed on his personal favorite.
The Halloween pair.
Printed right across the back was the pale face of Reagan from The Exorcist.
Jey picked them up with genuine disappointment.
“…Sorry, Reagan.”
He gave the underwear a respectful nod.
“You’re going into retirement.”
One by one he scooped every last offending garment into an empty grocery bag.
“Contraband.”
Another pair.
“Contraband.”
Another.
“Super contraband.”
Within a minute the drawer sat completely empty.
Jey reached into the Walmart bag and proudly unveiled his masterpiece.
A twelve-pack of beige cotton briefs.
Another twelve-pack in bright white.
High-waisted.
Full coverage.
Not a lace trim in sight.
He stacked them neatly, arranging the colors like they belonged in a department store display.
“There.”
He admired his work with his hands on his hips.
“Now that’s respectable.”
He tied the bag full of confiscated thongs into a knot and crept out of the bedroom.
After a brief expedition through the house, he disappeared into the garage.
He looked around until his eyes landed on an old plastic storage bin labeled Christmas Decorations.
“No one’s opening this until November.”
He lifted the lid, buried the bag beneath a tangled strand of lights and a Santa hat, snapped the lid shut, and dusted his hands together.
“Case closed.”
Satisfied with himself, he strolled back inside as if nothing had happened.
A few moments later, the shower shut off.
Rhea stepped out wrapped in a robe, drying her hair before tossing the towel over her shoulder.
She walked into the bedroom, humming to herself.
Without looking, she reached for her dresser drawer.
It slid open.
She stopped.
“…What the fuck.”
Her eyes scanned the drawer again.
Beige.
White.
Beige.
White.
More beige.
One pair looked like it could’ve been issued by the military.
She slowly picked one up between two fingers.
“…Joshua.”
She held it up in disbelief.
“This thing has a ZIP code.”
Another pair.
“I could pitch a tent with this.”
She dug deeper.
Nothing.
Not a single thong remained.
Rhea looked toward the ceiling for a long second before letting out a laugh.
“Oh…”
A mischievous smile crept across her face.
“Fine.”
She folded the enormous pair back into the drawer with exaggerated care.
“Two can play at that game.”
She closed the drawer and undid her robe, it falling into a pool, she then slipped on her pajama pants without bothering to replace the missing underwear, pulled on one of Jey’s oversized T-shirts, and walked out of the bedroom already planning exactly how she was going to make him regret starting the Underwear War.
Rhea wandered downstairs, still drying the ends of her hair with a towel draped around her shoulders. She filled the kettle and set it on the stove before reaching into the cabinet for her favorite mug.
Chamomile.
After the day she’d had, it felt appropriate.
Behind her, footsteps wandered into the kitchen.
Jey was headed toward the pantry for a late-night snack when he glanced her way.
Then he stopped.
His eyes dropped to her pajama pants.
His expression changed immediately.
“…Oh, hell nah.”
Rhea kept stirring the honey into her mug, fighting the smile trying to escape.
“What?”
Jey pointed dramatically toward her pajama pants.
“I know what’s happening here.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do.”
She shrugged innocently.
“My underwear drawer is full.”
Jey squinted.
“…You’re protesting.”
“I would never.”
“You absolutely are.”
She took a sip of her tea.
“Mmm.”
Jey shook his head.
“Nope.”
Without another word he spun around and marched back upstairs.
The moment he disappeared, Rhea covered her mouth, laughing to herself.
“Got him.”
Upstairs, Jey stormed into their bedroom and yanked open the dresser drawer.
Every single beige and white pair remained folded exactly where he’d left them.
He stared.
“They haven’t even been disturbed.”
He reached in with determination and selected the biggest pair he could find.
High-waisted.
Beige.
Enough fabric to upholster a loveseat.
“Fine.”
“If you’re not gonna wear ’em…”
He pulled the granny panties right over his plaid pajama pants, smoothing them down proudly.
“…I will.”
He admired himself in the mirror for a second.
“You know what?”
He nodded.
“I look responsible.”
With all the confidence in the world, he marched back downstairs.
Rhea had just finished pouring hot water into her mug when she heard footsteps approaching again.
“Hey, baby,” Jey said cheerfully.
She turned around.
The oversized beige granny panties stretched over the outside of his pajama pants like they were the latest fashion trend.
Her eyes grew wide.
“…Joshua!”
Jey placed both hands on his hips and puffed out his chest.
“Look what I found.”
He tugged lightly at the waistband.
“Supportive.”
Another tug.
“Breathable.”
He struck a little pose.
“And they really bring out my eyes.”
Rhea doubled over laughing so hard she had to set her mug on the counter before she spilled it.
“You absolute idiot!”
Jey grinned from ear to ear.
“You laugh now.”
He pointed at the dresser upstairs as though presenting evidence in court.
“But one of us is wearing the granny panties.”
He tapped his own chest.
“And one of us isn’t.”
Rhea wiped tears from the corners of her eyes.
“I cannot believe you actually put them on.”
Jey gave the waistband another proud snap.
“They’re surprisingly comfortable.”
Rhea laughed even harder.
“Oh my God… you’re never beating the old man allegations after this.”
Jey pointed at her dramatically.
“Well you’re not either, you silly Australian goose!”
Rhea clutched the counter for support as another fit of laughter escaped her.
“…Did you just call me an Australian goose?”
“I did.”
“There are geese in Australia?”
“I don’t know!”
“Then why’d you say it?”
“Because you were goosin’ around!”
Rhea stared at him.
“…That’s your defense?”
“It sounded right in my head.”
She laughed so hard she had to lean against the island.
“You look ridiculous.”
Jey looked down proudly at the beige briefs stretched over his pajama pants.
“I look financially responsible.”
“You look like you do your taxes for fun.”
“I do.”
“I know.”
“You know what these say?”
Rhea folded her arms.
“What?”
“They say, ‘I have excellent lower back support.’”
“They say, ‘I clip coupons.’”
“They say, ‘I care about lumbar health.’”
“They scream, ‘I compare prices between grocery stores.’”
“They whisper, ‘Fiber is important.’”
“They yell, ‘Don’t forget your multivitamin!’”
Rhea couldn’t breathe anymore.
She slid down onto one of the kitchen stools, laughing until tears rolled down her cheeks.
“You’ve officially lost your mind.”
“I have embraced the lifestyle.”
“You’ve embraced somebody’s grandmother.”
“I bet somebody’s grandmother is comfortable.”
Rhea wiped her eyes.
“You are never living this down.”
“Oh yeah?”
He planted one hand on his hip and posed like Zoolander this time.
“Who’s laughing when I’m cozy?”
“I am.”
“Who’s got unrestricted airflow?”
“I am literally still laughing.”
“Who’s got room for snacks?”
Rhea blinked.
“…Room for snacks?”
Jey patted the front of the oversized briefs.
“I could fit a family-size bag of M&M’s in these bad boys.”
She buried her face in her hands.
“I married an idiot.”
“You married a visionary.”
“I did not marry Seth Rollins.”
“History will vindicate me.”
“It absolutely will not.”
Jey walked closer with the confidence of a man modeling Paris Fashion Week, stopping right in front of her.
He tugged on the waistband with a grin.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“Look what I found…”
He looked down proudly at the granny panties.
“…it’s your husband supporting your granny lifestyle.”
Rhea snorted so hard tea almost came out of her nose.
“Oh my God.”
She pointed toward the staircase.
“Go take those off before the neighbors somehow sense this.”
Jey folded his arms across his chest.
“Only if you start wearing some granny panties.”
Rhea rolled her eyes.
“Not happening.”
“Then these stay on.”
She looked him up and down.
He was somehow standing there with complete confidence while wearing oversized beige granny panties over plaid pajama pants.
She sighed.
“I’ll make you a deal.”
Jey raised an eyebrow.
“I’m listening.”
“I’ll sleep with you tonight if you take them off right now.”
He blinked.
“…It’s not even Sexytime Saturday night.”
“I know.”
He stared at her for exactly two seconds before his entire expression lit up.
“…Okay!”
Without another word, he spun around and bolted toward the staircase.
His feet thundered across the hardwood floor.
“I’M GOING!”
The granny panties bounced dramatically over his pajama pants as he took the stairs two at a time.
Rhea watched him disappear around the corner.
A moment later she heard him upstairs.
“DON’T COME UP YET!”
A drawer slammed.
Another one opened.
Then came a muffled,
“WHERE DID I PUT MY SEXY BOXERS?”
Rhea pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to laugh.
She looked toward the ceiling.
“I am…”
Another loud thud echoed from upstairs.
“…married…”
A hanger clattered onto the floor.
“…to an idiot.”
From upstairs Jey yelled back, completely oblivious.
“I HEARD THAT!”
“I WANTED YOU TO!” Rhea shouted.
“LOVE YOU TOO!”
She couldn’t help smiling as she picked up her mug again.
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