#mybruta1ity

[d1rtydom]

𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 @mybruta1ity : testing to see if you blocked my number . . .

[ ✉ : UR DRUNK DON'T TXT ] : nope. [ ✉ : UR DRUNK DON'T TXT ] : so . . . you thinking about me, huh?

[d1rtydom]

𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 @mybruta1ity : can't we talk about this face to face?

[ ✉ : COMPLICATED 💜 ] : you wanted me to communicate more [ ✉ : COMPLICATED 💜 ] : this is me communicating more [ ✉ : COMPLICATED 💜 ] : now you want to what? wait until we see each other on monday??

[d1rtydom]

WHEN HER CONTACT LIT UP HIS PHONE, he hadn't known what to think. it sent his heart straight into his throat. and when she wanted to talk about them, well, he didn't want to read into it. think it was something it wasn't. everything he felt for @mybruta1ity had been packed up in a box, taped up, marked with do not open and shoved to the back of his mind a year ago. he picked liv. he sided with finn. there was no going back. and then those texts started coming in. starting with her missing him and it just . . . snowballed from there. it knocked the wind out of him. he didn’t reply right away— how could he? there was too much between them. too many unhealed cuts that still stung; so much so that he couldn't entirely wrap his head around this not being her just fucking with him. but the texts kept coming, and with every exchanged word— every angry jab, every bitter truth, every apology— they started pulling something out of the rubble they’d buried themselves under. something real. something that was maybe still alive.

AND NOW SHE WAS SEATED ACROSS FROM HIM. face to face for the first time since that conversation. her presence hit like it punch— familiar, magnetic. it always did. he just got used to feigning indifference when she was near at the arena. guess there was no reason to do that anymore. he leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees. nerves buzzing just beneath his skin. he didn’t know what to say at first. the silence between them wasn’t exactly awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. it was loaded. with history. with the weight of everything they never said and everything they couldn’t take back.

HE GLANCES UP AT HER, dark eyes peering at her from under the cap he wore. there's a beat, jaw tightening slightly before he finally spoke. he's got to ask. just to make sure now that he's in front of her. ❝ so, ❞ he begins, the word hanging in the air like a question all its own, ❝ you sure this is still want you want? ❞

[d1rtydom]

ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ　╱ @mybruta1ity said : i want you to leave. please leave right now.

THE WORDS HUNG IN THE AIR BETWEEN THEM, too sharp, too final. his jaw tightened the second the words left her mouth, but he didn't move— didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink. the cold command cut through the air like a blade, but he stood his ground, shoulders squared, a stubborn fire lighting behind his dark eyes. he let the silence stretch, just to make her feel it, just to make sure she knew he wasn't the scared little boy he used to be— not with her. not anymore.

❝ YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE? ❞ he asked, voice low, carrying a dangerous edge that hadn't been there before. he took a slow, deliberate step closer, his boots scraping against the floor. his gaze never wavered from hers, sharp and unrelenting. ❝ say it like you mean it, rhea. look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me here. ❞

[bckyclb]

[TXT] : you left me on read. / rheaaaaa

CONTACT — ERADICATE ME MAMI 😈🖤🥵

TXT : awwww, does that mean you were just desperately waiting for me to message you back?

TXT : sorry sweet cheeks, you know how busy they keep me here! it's fd weekend too...

TXT : let me guess, want me to make it up to you??

[d1rtydom]

𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 @mybruta1ity : i  hate  that  you  still  feel  like  home.

[ ✉ : MI CORAZÓN ❤️ ] : do you really or you just sayin' that because you feel like you should think that way now? [ ✉ : MI CORAZÓN ❤️ ] : would you have wanted me back if it felt any other way?

[d1rtydom]

THE HOUSE WAS QUIET. he’d noticed that first. the dogs were probably passed out somewhere. there was just the low hum of the fridge and the occasional car passing by outside to fill the silence. he leaned against the kitchen counter, rolling a cold bottle of water between his palms while the condensation gathered along his fingers. orlando was humid as hell compared to vegas. even inside it felt thicker somehow. not that he minded being here. across the room his duffel bag sat half - unzipped where he’d dropped it earlier, gear still stuffed inside from the flight and the few days of appearances he’d done before coming straight here. he probably should’ve unpacked. probably should’ve done a lot of things. instead he just stayed there a moment longer, staring out through the sliding glass door at the dark backyard. penta had taken the intercontinental just this past raw. he was upset about it, but he’d get over it. he still had the mega championship to defend soon in aaa, and that match was already taking up space in the back of his mind. but even that wasn’t what had him lingering in the kitchen tonight.

ATTENTION DRIFTED DOWN THE HALLWAY. where the bedroom lay and the sounds of running water from the bathroom could be heard. rhea. the thought still hit different. even months after they’d decided to try again. he pushed himself off the counter, taking a slow drink before setting the bottle down and moving through the house like he’d been there a hundred times. when he passed the couch he grabbed the folded hoodie he’d left there earlier and tugged it on, more out of habit than cold. being here felt . . . normal. which was weird considering how much had blown up between them before. what he’d blown up. summerslam still lived somewhere in the back of his head like a bruise that hadn’t fully faded. he didn’t need reminding of what he’d done. he’d meant it at the time. or thought he had. turns out people could be really good at lying to themselves. the bathroom door opened right as he reached the bedroom. he flopped down onto the bed, watching her step out. for a second he didn’t say anything. just took her in the way he sometimes still did when she wasn’t looking. they’d said the words already. both of them. that part wasn’t the problem. trust was slower. he knew that. survivor series hadn’t helped either. liv showing up out of nowhere, sticking her nose into his match with cena like she couldn’t help herself. @mybruta1ity had said she trusted him after they talked it out and he believed that she believed it. mostly. but sometimes he thought he could feel some hesitation. or a look. a pause. he didn’t bring it up anymore. she’d already said what she needed to say. pushing it would just make it worse. so instead he did the only thing he could think of. show up. stay consistent. don’t screw it up again.

HE TILTED HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. ❝ thought you drowned in there, ❞ he said casually. ❝ hey, you hungry? ❞ he pulled his phone out of his pocket to order them some dinner. it was half a real question, half a distraction while something else sat at the back of his mind. other hand rubbing along the back of his neck, eyes dropping briefly to the floor before coming back to her. wrestlemania was around the corner. jade. the title. if rhea won it’d probably put her on smackdown full time. which meant different shows. different travel. different weeks. the same kind of distance that had aided in wrecking them before. he shifted his weight where he sat, trying to keep his tone light even as the thought nudged at him again. ❝ so . . . random question. ❞ a small shrug. ❝ if you do win that title at mania . . . ❞ he gestured vaguely with one hand. ❝ you gonna be living on smackdown after that or what? ❞

[d1rtydom]

𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 @mybruta1ity : you are always going to be my priority.

[ ✉ : MI CORAZÓN 💜 ] : i know. and you'll always be mine too [ ✉ : MI CORAZÓN 💜 ] : but you got a title to defend and iyo to look after now. plus you've been helping out damian. i know you got a lot on your plate and don't have to worry about me on top of it [ ✉ : MI CORAZÓN 💜 ] : i'm fine, i promise