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jaethaone · 28 days ago

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Your Future

Pairing: Jey USO x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: None

A/n: This is my first time writing for Jey 🙈 , I hope yall enjoy .

The bright lights of the arena shone down on the bustling backstage area, where the scent of sweat and adrenaline hung thick in the air. Wrestlers moved about with an air of confidence, their voices rising and falling in a medley of laughter, shouts, and playful banter. Yn leaned against a wall, her heart racing as she watched her best friend Jey across the room. He stood in a huddle with his fellow wrestlers, his laughter ringing out like a bell, clear and infectious.

C'mon, Uce! You really thought you could pull that move off?” Jey’s laughter echoed through the space, and a group of nearby wrestlers erupted in chuckles.

“Hey, it was a good idea!” another voice piped up, slightly defensive.

Yn rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. Six years of friendship, six years of watching Jey go through ups and downs—she thought she would have moved on by now, but there he was, just as charming as ever.

“Hey, Yn!” Jey called out, catching her gaze. He waved her over, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come here, you gotta hear this!”

She pushed off the wall, forcing her feet to move. Each step felt heavier, the weight of her unspoken feelings dragging her down.

“What's up?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light.

“Tell them about that time you tried to do a moonsault and landed flat on your face!” Jey teased, grinning widely.

Yn felt her cheeks heat up. “I told you never to speak of that again!”

Jey laughed, the sound warming her insides. “But it’s too good! You were like—” he exaggerated the motion, flailing his arms. “Bam! Faceplant!”

“Shut up!” Yn laughed, half-heartedly shoving him. “I’m not a clown!”

“Maybe not, but you sure know how to make a spectacle!” he shot back, winking.

The camaraderie felt comfortable, but the underlying tension twisted her stomach. She watched Jey, who seemed to light up every room he entered. Yet, the shadow of his recent breakup lingered like a storm cloud. He hadn’t been the same since his girlfriend had cheated on him—a fact he loved to vent about whenever they were together.

“Hey, I was thinking,” Jey said, leaning in closer, the warmth of his body radiating against hers. “You wanna hit the gym later? Our usual late night session, I could use a spotter.”

“Sure, I’m down,” she replied, forcing a smile. The gym was their usual haunt, a place for sweat and laughter, but it often turned into another session of him lamenting over his ex. She wanted to be his comfort, but part of her yearned for him to see her as more than just a friend.

“Great! I’ll meet you there around six?” His enthusiasm was contagious, but she felt a pang of disappointment settle in her chest.

“Yeah, sounds good,” she said, trying to shake off the feeling.

As Jey returned to his friends, Yn felt a surge of frustration build up inside her. She had been patient, supportive, and always present. Yet, there she was, still in the shadow of his past. She turned away from the laughter, her mind racing.

After the show, the arena emptied, leaving behind a lingering buzz of excitement.

Yn made her way to the gym, her thoughts spinning. Jey was still hung up on his ex, and she was tired of being the shoulder he cried on. Honestly she should’ve came up with a reason not to come tonight, she doesn’t think she can take another late night session of Jey talking about the girl who did him wrong.

Every time she’s reminded that she’ll always be just the friend, and never more in Jeys eyes.

Lost in her thoughts she didn’t hear the doors to the gym open

“Hey!” Roman called out catching her off guard. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine,” she snapped, then softened at his concerned gaze. “Just… thinking.”

“About Jey?” Roman crossed his arms, leaning against the wall casually, but his eyes were sharp.

“Isn’t it always about Jey?” she muttered, pacing the floor. “It’s like he can’t see what’s right in front of him.”

“Are you talking about yourself?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yn stopped, her heart pounding. “What if I am? I mean, I’ve been by his side for years, and he still can't see me. He’s still stuck in the past, and I’m just... here.”

“Have you told him how you feel?” Roman inquired, his tone serious.

“No! I can’t just drop that on him. What if it ruins everything?”

“Or it could change everything,” he suggested, a hint of encouragement in his voice. “You’ve been carrying this for too long. You can’t keep waiting for him to figure it out.”

“Maybe I should just give up,” she sighed, frustration spilling over.

“Or maybe you should confront him. Stop keeping this a secret,” Roman urged, stepping closer. “You need to let him know you’re not just a friend.”

“Easy for you to say!” she shot back, her voice rising. “You’re not the one who’s been in love with your best friend for years!”

“Alright, I get it,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. “But you’re stronger than this. Don’t let fear hold you back.”

“Fear? More like hopelessness,” she replied, crossing her arms.

“Face it. You two have a connection that goes beyond friendship. If you don’t tell him, you’ll regret it.”

The weight of his words sank in, and she sighed deeply. “You’re right. I need to talk to him.”

“Then do it. You got this.” Roman smiled, a glimmer of pride in his eyes.

“Thank you” Yn said as she got up to hug Roman, “You joining the workout session too?”

“Nah, I just got done, I was leaving when i saw you staring holes in the floor, just wanted to make sure you were good” Roman said hugging her back

“Always looking out” Yn said smiling, even though it didn’t quite reach her eyes

“If I don’t who will, but look Yn.. I’m serious, you have to rip the bandaid off and just tell him”

“I will” Yn said pushing Roman towards the door “Now go, you look like you could use some rest”

About 30 more minutes passed before Jey showed up, the clock ticked relentlessly, each second pushing her closer to the moment she had been avoiding.

She was about to change her mind, and leave, she’d figured she’d just text Jey telling her she wasn’t feeling well, when he finally walked through the door to the workout room

The door swung open, and he strolled in, his hair tousled, a grin plastered across his face.

“Yo mini Uce, I hope you ready because I’m not going easy this time.” Jey said dropping his bag next to some equipment not noticing Yns far off look

When he didn’t get Yns usual sarcastic response he looked her way finally

“Yo, you good”

Realizing it’s now or never Yn spoke up “Jey, can we talk?”

“Sure! What’s up?” He leaned against a wall, casual, but she could see the flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “You okay?”

“Jey, I—” she started, but the words stuck in her throat.

“C’mon, you know I’m all ears,” he encouraged, stepping closer.

“It’s just... I’ve been thinking,” she began, her courage wavering. “About you and... everything.”

“Everything?” He raised an eyebrow, his playful demeanor fading slightly.

“I’ve been thinking about… us. Our friendship,” she managed, her heart pounding wildly. “And I can’t keep pretending that I don’t have feelings for you.”

His expression shifted, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Feelings? What do you mean?”

“Jey, I’ve been in love with you for five years. Watching you date other girls while I stood by as your friend has been… excruciating.”

“Yn, I—”

“Let me finish!” she interrupted, her voice rising. “You have this amazing ability to make everyone around you feel special, and I thought if I just stayed close enough, you’d see me too. But you’re still hung up on your ex, and it’s driving me crazy! For five years, I’ve watched you pick other girls over me. I’ve been your friend because I thought that was enough, but it’s not. I love you, Jey. I’ve loved you for so long, and I can’t keep doing this to myself”

He looked taken aback, his brows furrowing. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Of course you didn’t! You’re too busy moping around about her to notice anything else!” she exclaimed, frustration spilling over.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I’ve been a bad friend,” he said, his tone softer. “It’s just been hard, you know?”

“I understand that, but you can’t keep holding on to the past. You’re missing out on something great right here!”

“I didn’t realize…” he trailed off, his eyes searching hers.

“Jey, you too suck on the past you can’t see that your future is right in front of you,” she said, her voice steadier now.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, his expression shifting to something more serious.

“I want you to choose me,” she confessed, her heart racing. “I want to try being more than friends.”

He hesitated, his eyes searching hers as if looking for the truth. “I… I need time to process this.”

“Time?” she echoed, frustration rising again. “Jey, this isn’t a game! I’m tired of waiting!”

“I know! I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly conflicted. “You’re my best friend. I don’t want to lose that.”

“But you could gain so much more,” she insisted, stepping closer. “It could be amazing if you’d just let go of your past.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Think about it?” She couldn’t help the incredulous tone. “Jey, I’ve been thinking about this for years!”

“I get it! I just need a moment,” he said, his voice rising slightly.

“Fine!” She threw her hands up in frustration. “Just know I’m not going to wait around forever.”

“Wait, Yn—”

“No! I’m done waiting for you to figure it out. I need to think about what’s best for me too!”

She stormed past him, her heart pounding with a mix of anger and disappointment.

“Yn, wait!” Jey called after her, but she didn’t stop. The door slammed behind her as she stepped into the night, the cool air hitting her like a wave. She needed to breathe, to think away from Jey’s confusion.

The stars twinkled above as she walked down the street, her mind racing. Maybe Roman was right; she couldn’t be stuck in limbo forever.

“Yn!” Jey’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she turned to see him jogging after her, concern etched on his face.

“Why are you following me?” she snapped, but the anger faded as she saw the worry in his eyes.

“Because I care,” he said, stopping a few feet away. “I don’t want you to feel like this.”

“Then what do you want?” she demanded, crossing her arms defensively.

“I want to understand,” he replied, his voice steady. “I don’t want to lose you. But I also don’t want to dive headfirst into something I’m not ready for.”

“Then what are you ready for?” she asked, her voice softening.

“I want to figure this out,” he admitted, stepping closer. “I don’t want to rush anything. You’re important to me.”

“Important, or more than a friend?” she pressed, searching his eyes.

“More than a friend,” he said, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “I just need to know if I can be the guy you deserve.”

“Jey, you already are. But you have to choose to let go of that past first.”

He nodded slowly, the weight of her words sinking in. “Okay. I’ll try. For you.”

“Good,” she replied, feeling some of the tension ease. “Because I’m tired of being the backup plan.”

“I get it. I won’t let you down,” he promised, his voice firm.

“Then let’s take it slow,” she suggested, a small smile breaking through her earlier frustration.

“Slow sounds good. Just promise you won’t give up on me,” he said, a lopsided grin appearing.

“Deal,” she said, her heart lifting slightly.

As they stood there, the tension dissipating, Yn realized that maybe this was the start of something beautiful.

“Now, how about we go get some ice cream?” Jey suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ice cream? Is that your idea of a first date?” she teased, feeling lighter.

“Hey, it’s a classic!” he shot back, laughter bubbling between them.

“Is there even an Ice Cream place open at this hour?” Yn questioned

“Aye, I’m sure we’ll find something”

“Alright, lead the way, Uso,” she said, feeling the warmth of hope blossom inside her.

Together, they walked into the night, leaving the shadows of the past behind, ready to embrace whatever the future held.

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jaethaone · 3 months ago

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Pairing: Roman Reigns x Black F! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Some Suggestive Language, Angst.. That’s All, Slight Asshole Roman

A/N; It’s Honestly Taken Me Forever To Put Something Out Because I Haven’t Been Feeling My Writings 🙈, But I Hope You Guys Enjoy 🫶🏽

You and Roman had been together for four years. Four years together that had been a whirlwind that was exhilarating and heart-wrenching, sometimes simultaneously. The intensity of your relationship mirrored the explosive nature of the WWE universe itself. For a long time, you had embraced the chaos, the thrill of being as much in love with a superstar as you were with the man behind the persona. But love requires reciprocity, understanding—things that felt increasingly absent.

You felt as though you’re now walking a tangled path woven with love, pain, heartbreak, and an insatiable hope for change.

The air in the locker room felt heavy with unspoken tension, a tightrope stretched thin between You and Roman.

You felt like you were spiraling downwards. You were secretly proud of his achievements, but it felt like a parallel world now—a reality you could barely touch.

You sat on the edge of the bench, your fingers digging into the edges of the metal seat the only thing keeping you grounded, glancing up at Roman every few seconds.

Roman leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression a mask of indifference. The faint sounds of the arena buzzing beneath them seeped in, but it was a distant hum, like a memory of laughter he no longer cared to recall.

“Roman,” you started, your voice trembling slightly, “we need to talk.”

“Talk?” He raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “What more is there to say? We’ve been through this.”

A sharp breath hitched in your throat. “You can’t just act like this is normal! You’ve cheated on me—again! How can you just stand there, arms crossed, like it doesn’t matter?”

He shrugged, a careless smirk playing on his lips. “You’re still here, aren’t you? You could have left anytime.”

“Stop.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the silence like a knife. “Just stop with the games. I’m done being hurt. I can’t keep doing this.”

“No, there’s no stop, because you know I’m right sweetheart.” He replied, the nickname that once gave you butterflies now making your stomach ache “You could have left the first time, I knew you were going to leave the second time, but where are you now… right here. So can we stop with the theatrics and just move to the part where I bend you over this couch and you forgive me.”

“No Roman” your heart racing as you fought back tears of frustration. “I can’t do this anymore! I’m done being hurt. You’re nothing but toxic, and I’m leaving … for real this time”

He rolled his eyes, pushing off the wall to close the distance between you. “You think you’re going to leave me? You’ve said that before. It’s just words.”

You stood, heart pounding like the crowd at WrestleMania, but this wasn’t a show. “ No! I’m done, Roman. I can’t keep doing this. I’ve stayed through the hurt and heartache, but you never learn. You always come crawling back with excuses, and I—a fool, am always here,” you spat, the words feeling both liberating and terrifying.

A fire ignited in your chest, anger mixing with hurt. “I mean it this time. I’m done. I deserve better than this.”

“Better?” He laughed, a deep, mocking sound that echoed in the small space. “You think you deserve better? Look around, Yn. You’re not going anywhere. You need me.”

“Need you? Or need the idea of you?” You shot back, your voice rising. “You’re not the man I fell in love with. You’ve become someone I barely recognize.”

Roman leaned into your space more, arms crossed, an unsettling indifference etched on his face. “You say that now, but we both know you’re not going anywhere,” he replied coolly, not even attempting to mask the boredom in his tone. It was a statement devoid of remorse—no pleas, no arguments. Just a calculated, toxic dismissal.

And You felt it; the hollow truth twisted within you despite your words. He was right. You had faltered before; in your heart, you had acknowledged the struggles countless times. Underneath all that bravado, this blow struck and you felt your heart splinter, the walls that had once protected it crumbling down. He was right, and the realization twisted like a knife in your gut. Why hadn’t you left?

This was a question not only you asked yourself countless times, but your friends also. Bewildered by your loyalty to someone who had brought you so much pain.

“You're better than this, Yn,” they urged, their concern evident in their voices.

“You deserve someone who respects you!”

Each time, you brushed it off, offering excuses for his behavior. But as you replayed the moments of hurt in your mind, the love that had once enveloped you had grown bitter, tainted by betrayal and neglect.

Numbness began to settle in, creeping over you like shadows at dusk. Each betrayal was a stone you carried, and you had grown accustomed to the weight.

With a shaky breath, you said nothing else, and walked past Roman, leaving his locker room. Tonight would became the silent goodbye you’d never vocalize.

Throughout the rest of the night, his words replayed over and over in your head, highlighting how his tone was almost dismissive, as though your pain held no value to him.

And In that moment, something inside you shifted. It was as if his words had stripped the very essence of your determination, leaving behind a cold, desolate emptiness. You felt numb, suddenly aware that he was right in a way. After enduring so much, you had lost the strength to fight, and He didn’t even know it.

As days went by & then days turned into weeks, you pulled away. You went through the motions of your daily lives, but the light in your eyes faded. You laughed but didn’t feel the joy. When you had the time to be home you cooked meals that went uneaten, and when you and Roman shared the same space, you were there but not really there—your laughter a façade, your smiles mere echoes of the person you once was.

You bid farewell to the emotional connections that had held you hostage all this time. You continued yourbroutine—getting ready for work, attending wrestling events, living your life in the background. But the spark was gone. You were here, physically, but mentally, you had withdrawn. The vibrant glow you once had was snuffed out, leaving a shadow of your former self.

For Roman, the change was palpable, but he mistook it for a development of maturity, perhaps a stoic acceptance of the realities of your guys tumultuous relationship. His world revolved around the ring, where battles were fierce and triumphs celebrated. He didn't realize the significant emotional loss he had endured until he caught glimmers of your stifled laughter, absent from its usual exuberance.

“Something’s off,” he confessed to his cousin Jimmy, one night backstage.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, “You mean besides the fact that you keep screwing things up?” Roman brushed off the comment, irritation sparking within him. “No, I mean… she’s not the same. She’s withdrawn. It’s like I’ve lost her.”

“Maybe you have Uce.”

Weeks turned into months as Roman tried to break through the wall you had built around your heart. He watched you at the events—your smile forced, your laughter distant, your once vivacious spirit now a mere shadow. He tried to connect over shared memories, but every attempt was met with a steely indifference.

One evening, after a show you guys were sitting in silence across from each other when he finally spoke.

Yn… we need to talk.”

He Sighed when he was met with nothing but silence, but he still pushed on.

“You’re… different.”

“When did you start caring?” You replied, your tone flat, the hurt etched into your very being. “It’s too late for that.”

“What’s going on with you?” He studied you intently for the first time in a long while, something almost resembling concern darkening his features.

“I’m just tired, Roman. I’m tired of being hurt and ignored. I thought you’d care more about us.”

You met his gaze, and for the first time, your walls slipped just a fraction, revealing the vulnerability beneath the numbness. “You have no idea what you’ve lost, do you?”

Realization washed over him like a cold wave. He had taken you for granted, always believing you would stay no matter how far he pushed you away. His heart sank as he understood the truth: he was losing you.

“I didn’t mean for things to end up like this,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I... I do care.”

“Caring isn’t enough anymore. You don’t even see me anymore.” You fought the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, refusing to show the brokenness you felt inside.

The weight of your words struck him like a harrowing realization. This was the point of no return. This wasn’t just about the betrayals or his toxic habits; it was about your irrevocable decision to shield your heart from further wounds.

In that moment, something shifted within Roman. He was finally confronted with the urgency of your pain, the reality of what his actions had wrought. For the first time, he felt the real weight of losing you—a loss that could break apart his seemingly unshakeable world.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, though it felt inadequate. Because in the end, “sorry” had never been enough for you , and now, amidst the wreckage of your fractured love, he realized the true cost of his indifference.

“I just .. i can’t keep doing this” you said as you stood up to leave the room, Roman felt panic rising within him. “Yn, wait. Please don’t go. Can we try again?”

“It’s too late”

You turned to walk away, a single tear trailing down your cheek, carving a path through your mask of indifference. You were still standing with a semblance of strength, but deep down, you were fragile, teetering on the edge of release.

In that moment, you both understood: the man who had once held your heart now stood as a weary ghost in your closed-off world.

And as you walked away, fully embracing the numbness, your heart echoed with a mix of sorrow and relief. The door closed behind you softly, and the sound signaled the end of your tragic love story, one that had been thrilling yet, ultimately, unfulfilling.

Roman sat alone, enveloped in the chilling silence of the room, staring into the void of what he had taken for granted, He was lost, and as the echo of your absence reverberated through the air, leaving him with a profound emptiness he was left grappling with a painful truth—he had taken the love of his life for granted, and he may have just lost you forever ,—a lesson learned too late in the WWE universe where nothing was ever guaranteed

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