i’ve noticed that a couple of my jacob gifs have been circling around the wwe side of tumblr, so just a little psa: while you’re all more than welcome to use my gifs for your fanfics, random blogs, etc. all i ask is that you please give credit.
i don’t watermark my gifs because i hate the way it looks, but i still work super hard on and spend a good amount of time making them, so any & all credit is beyond appreciated.
Thank you for tagging me @yuri-puppies!! These tropes are hard to choose.
Favorite Tropes
slowburn or love at first sight (both are hard to choose •́ ‿ ,•̀) // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
tagging (no pressure): @mytribalnightmare @stripeydani @superkickme @sapphicsamizayn
slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter (surprising I know lol) // kid fic or road trip fic (both are good though) // arranged marriage or BOTH accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
Tagging (but no pressure): @miss-kuki-nz @trippinsorrows @sayyestoheav3nn @xnightmarexpunkx and anyone else really idk who else to tag lol 😅
slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic (both are good though) // arranged marriage or BOTH accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
tags (if you want to!): @uluvego @umber-cinders @luvrgirl4roman @sayyestoheav3nn @holisticcoach @darkangel-madness @whatdoeseverybodywant and anyone else who wants to!!!
slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia (I like the journey of them falling in love again) // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter (BOTH)// kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia (I like the journey of them falling in love again) // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter (BOTH)// kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
no pressure tags: @shes2real @uceyliyahh @dpriestxripleysgirl @spiicii @piinkbenjamins <3
summary: your man spoils you enough as it is. how much worse will it get on your birthday?
warnings: possessiveness, daddy kink, spoiled brat reader, lots of teasing, & flirting!
A/N: today was my birthdayyyyy! unfortunately, there was no thick, six foot something samoan man in any of my gift bags this year, so i wrote this to make up for it. enjoy! 🙈
side note: the concept of this was heavily inspired by the amazing @dpriestxripleysgirl and her “pretty little problem” series! be sure to show some love if you haven’t already! 💌
the morning sun peeked through the open slit between the sets of your floral curtains, causing you to let out a groan and turn onto your back.
once your eyes are finally adjusted to the light, you look up and a quiet gasp exits your mouth.
dozens of pastel pink and gold balloons cover the ceiling above your bed, swaying ever so slightly in reaction to the fan spinning a safe distance away.
before you could call out his name, jimmy walks in carrying a tray of food, that gorgeous smile spreading across his face the second he notices that you’re awake.
“morning birthday girl,” he coos gently, setting the tray down on the bed next to you and a glass of a yellow liquid onto your nightstand.
you smile sleepily, opening your arms. “morning, daddy.”
he chuckles and lifts you like you weigh nothing before sitting back down onto the sheets, holding you tight in his arms.
he kisses you slow, his warm palms sliding up your pajama shirt and slowly down your back. 
you hum against his lips, keeping your arms wrapped around his neck and hands in his curls.
“someone slept good,” he teases when you two finally pull apart, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
your smile fades immediately, a pout replacing it. “ugh as if you wake up any neater! leave my bed head alone!”
he smoothens out his beard full of black and gray hairs. “i’ll let that slide, but only because it’s your day.”
you roll your eyes, climbing off of his lap to grab your favorite pastel pink scrunchie at your dresser.
“anyway,” he begins again after watching you for a few moments, a not so subtle smirk plastered on his face. “i made your favorite: an omelette with enough cheese to make a lactose intolerant person drop dead, hash browns, extra crunchy bacon, fresh fruit, and pineapple juice to drink.”
as much as he teases you, especially in the morning, you simply can’t deny how insanely good of a cook jimmy is.
anything you want - pasta, pizza, even taco bell that you once didn’t wanna get out of bed to go buy because your cramps were about to be the death of you - he’s in that kitchen cooking like you guys invited over gordon ramsey himself.
but the problem was, as amazing as it all sounded, you didn’t want any of what he just listed. hell, you didn’t even want breakfast in general.
there was one thing on your mind: birthday cake.
last weekend, you overheard him on the phone with a nearby bakery placing the cake order ahead of time while he thought you were still in the bath that he spent over ten minutes perfecting for you.
you almost came on the spot at the sound of the requests he was making: a red velvet base, layered and topped with strawberry cream cheese icing.
and the best part? sparkly, heart shaped, pastel pink, and bordered with bows in the exact same shade.
four of your absolute favorite things ever.
moral of the story, you had to have this damn cake and you were hellbent on eating it within minutes.
making sure to stick your bottom lip out and upper your tone extra sweet, you head back over to the bed. “daddy?”
jimmy’s smirk alters. “uh oh, i know that face all too well. what is it, princess?”
you find yourself playing with the drawstrings of your pajama pants before taking a nervous breath.
“c-could we have some cake first?” you ask, staring through the baby pink rug beneath your feet like it owed you ten million dollars.
when he doesn’t give you an immediate no, you decide to push your luck a little further.
“breakfast looks amazing but i just want my birthday cake. i waited sooo long for it! almost four hundred days! pretty, pretty please?”
a few moments of silence pass, jimmy still giving you nothing but an occasional blink, before he finally speaks.
“you do realize i’ve been up for over an hour cooking you all of this food, right?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding towards the breakfast tray. “making sure your bacon is damn near charcoal? making sure your juice came straight from a fruit and didn’t taste like some processed bullshit?”
you nod immediately. “i’ll eat it all after, daddy. i promise!”
he lets out a quiet sigh, running a hand over his face. “fine. go get the cake.”
you squeal, jumping back into his lap and peppering his bearded face with what must’ve been a hundred kisses.
he playfully taps your butt, signaling to sit back up. “i’m changing my mind in 3….2….”
you cut him off by sprinting off of the bed and out of the bedroom, straight to the fridge downstairs.
you open the doors and quickly grab the beautifully wrapped white box labeled with the bakery’s name and speed-walk upstairs, wisely deciding not to run.
after all, it’s too pretty to accidentally drop.
“hurry, daddy! hurry!” you chant after handing the box to him and taking a seat on the bed, your legs criss cross applesauce.
jimmy just chuckles, carefully unwrapping it before unveiling the cake.
from the first view, you’re in absolute love.
it’s the perfect shade of baby pink with the perfect amount of sparkles. and the best part? it’s all made just for you.
sparkly silver candles are already placed neatly inside, almost as if he knew you’d pull something like this.
he holds the cake in one hand while grabbing a lighter that, ironically enough, was left on top of his nightstand from your guys’ smoke session late last night.
“alright princess,” he begins once the last candle is officially lit. “make a wish.”
you frown, slumping your shoulders. “you’re not gonna sing to me?”
he sighs, chewing on his lower lip. “need i remind you that i was originally only up this early to feed you breakfast?”
you roll your eyes, kissing your teeth. “fair enough.”
he’s unable to hide his smirk as you look back down at the cake, immediately smiling and getting all giddy again.
you close your eyes, make your wish, and eventually blow out each candle, careful to not mess up the cake in any way. even though it’s like 99% impossible.
“alriiiiight,” jimmy says, setting the cake back down to remove the candles.
“it’s so pretty daddy,” you coo, scooping up the tiniest bit of icing with your finger before bringing it to your mouth.
the sweetness of the strawberry and tanginess of the cream cheese combined are heaven sent, causing you to throw your head back and express how good it is with an “mmm!”
he smiles, grabbing the knife from your breakfast tray before cutting you a perfectly sized slice and placing it on a plate. “i’m glad, baby. here.”
you take the plate from him and immediately dig in, the fluffiness of the cake now being added making you damn near ascend.
“it’s soooo good,” you say dramatically, bouncing in place. “you gotta try some.”
jimmy chuckles, reaching out to remove a red crumb from the corner of your lip.
“let’s see,” he says, opening his mouth soon after, signaling for you to feed him a forkful.
you do so and he chews, nodding and raising his brows in surprise.
“i told you!” you call out through a mouthful of just frosting, causing him to laugh.
unable to express how good it is with words, you begin to dance in place, taking forkfuls like it’s your last meal on planet earth.
jimmy sits back on the headboard and crosses his arms over his chest once more. “all this damn sugar at nine in the morning. never again.”
summary: when jaz finally builds up the courage to attend an event with her wwe superstar husband, the fear that’s been keeping her away from the media becomes a reality.
warnings: plus sized oc, talks of insecurity, body shaming, crying, angst, flirting, lots of kisses, & a happy ending! ᯓᡣ𐭩
A/N: as a plus sized girly myself, i’ve always wanted to write a fic like this but never knew where to start. thank you to anon for trusting me & i hope you enjoy! 💌
golden one center | sacramento, ca
the air in the elevator is surprisingly cool, filled with the aroma of jey’s freshly applied dior cologne and the quiet hum of the air conditioning.
tonight is a huge night for jaz as, not only is she finally getting to meet his co-workers and colleagues, but shes making herself known.
well, making them known.
jaz and jey have been together for nearly ten years, married for close to five and the way she saw it, she’s never experienced the full “married to a wrestler” effect.
sure jey was gone for two, sometimes three days out of the week, occasionally more when a big event was coming up.
and yes his titles, gears, and air forces from memorable matches were framed in various places around their home.
but she was never known to the world as his.
he never publicly made her known. not with a quick televised kiss after a title match, an anniversary post on instagram, or even a faceless selfie of them out to dinner on his story. nothing.
and though it sounds miserable and maybe even fishy, jaz was content with all of it. simply because she was afraid of what everyone would think.
“you excited for the meetup, baby?” jey breaks the silence, stroking the strip of bare skin that disconnects her black corset top and denim jeans.
jaz chews on her bottom lip softly, squeezing the strap of her LV bag tighter. “mhm. a little nervous though.”
he gives her an empathetic smile, turning so that he’s fully facing to her. “you ain’t got a thing to worry about, mama. i know this a new thing for us, but if you change your mind, all you gotta do is utter them words out your pretty mouth.”
she rolls her eyes playfully, nudging his side as he smirks and pulls her in for a kiss on her temple.
as if on cue, the elevator dings, signaling that they’ve reached the 3rd floor.
from the second the doors slide open, at least 30 fans formed in a single file line cheer and begin to record.
the pit in jaz’s stomach forms again, thinking about all the videos that are without a doubt including her, and will soon be posted for thousands to see.
jey never lets go of her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as they make their way towards the beginning of the line.
the more staff members he greets, the more staff members finally meet the infamous mrs. jey uso.
“what up, uce?” he asks, dapping up a fellow co-worker of his, who jaz recognizes as danhausen from the weekly shows. “this is my lady, jaz. jaz, this is-“
“danhausen!” he calls out, cutting jey off and immediately going to shake her hand. “very nice, very evil! pleasure to meet you!”
jaz smiles, accepting his embrace. “you too! i’m a big fan!”
“ah!” he lets out with a proud smile, soon leaning into jey. “you better keep this one, jey. seems like a lovely ladyhausen.”
jey chuckles, letting go of her hand to slide his across her waist. “i plan on it, man.”
she smiles again, reaching up to kiss his cheek before heading towards a table with various colored sharpies.
time goes by and the line gets shorter and shorter, each fan more excited to meet jey than the last.
it fills jaz’s heart as she watches on, watching him make everyone’s days in real time.
about an hour later, a pair of teenage girls are second to last in line.
“hi, excuse me?” one of them calls out, causing jaz to look up.
“hi there,” she greets with a friendly smile. “you girls alright?”
the girl smiles back. “yeah! my friend and i were just wondering if you have any advice for meeting jey? this is our first time at a meet & greet and we’re pretty nervous.”
jaz’s smile deepens, as she sets down her phone. “aw, well congratulations! meeting a wrestler, or really anyone famous for the first time is super exciting.”
the girl nods in agreement, bouncing from excitement.
“but it also can be super nerve wracking,” jaz continues. “but with jey, there really isn’t anything to worry about. he’s super sweet from the second you walk up to him.”
the sparkle in her eyes gets brighter. “really?”
“really!” jaz replies, nodding. “you’re gonna do awesome!”
the girl smiles. “thanks so much! you seem really chill about all of this. have you met him a bunch of times already?”
suddenly, the realization hits jaz like a truck.
these girls think she’s a fan.
jaz chuckles nervously, still trying to keep the friendly smile that has clearly faltered. “y-yeah! i guess you could say that.”
the other girl’s head tilts to the side. “what do you mean?”
just tell them. they love jey so surely they won’t judge you, right?
jaz takes a deep breath before replying. “i’m his wife jaz. it’s lovely to meet you both.”
their faces fall quickly, causing her heart rate to pick up just as fast.
“wife?” the first girl repeats, jealousy practically reeking from her pores.
“as in you’re married to jey?” the other girl butts in, her attitude almost identical.
jaz nods, her smile looking rather nervous now. “for almost five years now, yes.”
the girls turn to each other, sharing a look.
“i don’t blame you guys for not knowing,” she continues, causing them to look back at her. “we like to keep our relationship kinda private, that’s all.”
the first girl huffs under her breath, scanning jaz’s body up and down. “yeah. we can see why.”
jaz’s smile completely disappears as the second girl quickly covers her mouth, audibly snickering from behind it.
“you can start heading over girls!” the cheery staff member interrupts, allowing them to walk through and over to jey.
jaz watches on with teary eyes and they both take turns hugging him without a care in the world.
as if everything is fine and they didn’t just subtly body shame the living shit out of his wife ten seconds prior.
anxiety quickly turning into nausea, jaz climbs off the chair and quickly walks to the bathroom, trying not to throw up her guts on the way.
about ten minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. “jaz? baby? you in here?”
“y-yeah!” jaz calls back. “i’ll be out in a minute!”
recognizing that tone of voice from anywhere, jey’s concern grows. “everything alright?”
“mhm!” she replies, her voice betraying her with the biggest crack.
“babe let me in,” jey demands, knocking again.
not wanting to make a scene or cause suspicion, jaz unlocks the door, allowing jey to open it.
from the second he sees her face, all red and puffy from crying, he closes the door behind him and pulls her into his chest.
soon, he pulls away, gently taking her face in his hands. “what’s wrong? someone say somethin’ to you?”
realizing that lying is absolutely pointless, jaz nods as best she can, chewing on her bottom lip softly.
a look of anger comes over jey as he narrows his eyes, pressing his thumbs deeper into her chubby cheeks.
“who was it?” he demands. “i swear i’ll kill ‘em.”
“j-jey please,” jaz begs, taking his hands and lowering them, never letting go. “i-it’s really not a big deal. we knew this was a p-possibility.”
“nah fuck that!” he calls out. “nobody in this bitch gets to…”
remembering that his temper scares her to death, he turns around, running a hand down his face.
“nobody gets to put you down,” he repeats, turning back around. “not when yo ass belongs to me.”
stray tears roll down jaz’s face as she chews on her bottom lip nervously.
“so ima ask you again,” he says softly, holding her face once more. “who was it and what’d they say?”
she takes a deep breath, looking down. “the two girls. the last ones you met.”
his eyes narrow, waiting for her to continue.
“they came to me for advice on how to approach you,” she explains. “said it was their first meet & greet. when i went into detail about how sweet you are, they pointed out how chill i seem and asked if i’ve met you multiple times.”
when he still doesn’t respond, she explains more.
“i told them that we’re married and that’s when they…” her voice trails off, breaking softly.
his eyes soften, finally putting the pieces together.
“oh baby,” he says just above a whisper, pulling her into an embrace, pressing his nose into her hair.
tears uncontrollably roll out of her eyes, as she sniffles quietly into his shirt.
“i’m so fuckin’ sorry jaz,” he whispers, rocking them back and forth. “you ain’t deserve that shit.”
“don’t take the blame jey,” she replies quietly, kissing his shoulder before placing her chin on it. “please don’t say it’s your fault. i love you so much.”
he pulls away and brushes a strand of hair away from her eyes. “i love you too, baby. more than you know.”
she gives him a soft smile, sniffling again.
“you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, jaz,” he reassures her, stroking her cheek with his knuckle. “hell, you’re fuckin’ perfect. never let anyone tell you otherwise, you hear me?”
she nods, reaching up to run a hand through his curls. “i don’t need anyone else to tell me anything but you.”
he matches her smile before leaning in, pressing his lips to hers.
she kisses back, gently tugging on his bottom lip as she pulls away.
“if it’s okay,” she begins, arms never leaving his neck. “i’m just gonna head back to the hotel for the show. and we can meet back up later?”
he nods, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb. “course it’s okay. you want me to drive you?”
she shakes her head. “it’s alright, you’re already here. i’ll walk the ten minutes, it’ll be good for me.”
he gives her an empathetic smile. “you sure?”
she nods, insisting.
“at least lemme walk you downstairs,” he offers, taking her hand. “i ain’t want the last time i see yo pretty face in three hours to be in a stank ass bathroom.”
she giggles, intertwining their fingers. “fair enough. come on.”
it’s only about a half hour into the show and jey is already set up for a match tonight.
it’s with his twin brother jimmy against their younger brother solo and his faction.
tag matches with the twins are jaz’s absolute favorite because jey is visibly the happiest during them. she’s also just adored jimmy from day one of their relationship.
as jaz is about to head to the bathroom to do her skincare, there’s a knock at the door.
by the time she gets there, the hall is empty.
well, empty aside from the bouquet of red roses and YSL gift bag on the ground.
“what on earth?” she mutters to herself, bending down to pick everything up before walking back in the room and locking the door behind her.
while climbing onto the bed, she notices a white paper sticking out of the flowers.
a smile grows on her face as she reads:
Car will be there to pick you up at 10. Dress code is Mrs. Main Event. Love you. ❤️ - J
inside the bag are some gorgeous red heels and a brand new leather purse that leave her speechless.
she immediately pulls out her phone to text jey.
Mines 🖤: you’re insane
hubby 🖤: Luh you too boo 💋
jaz playfully rolls her eyes and climbs off the bed to go get ready.
“mrs. main event?” a valet guy dressed in a navy blue velvet suit confirms, a confused but amused look on his face.
jaz sighs, shaking her head. “the one and only!”
he chuckles and holds out his hand, allowing her to grab it and climb in.
she thanks him sweetly and fixes her dress before the door is closed.
the drive is quiet, but not in an awkward way.
more of an ‘it’s been a day and my man is waiting on me with a $300+ bottle of wine with our names written all over it’ kind of excited quiet.
when the car comes to a slow stop, the restaurant outside of jaz’s window causes her to damn near break her jaw.
it’s at least 15 stories high, waiters dressed in the most expensive of dior tuxedos strolling in and out holding the most fancy looking food that jaz has ever seen.
“ready, miss?” the driver asks, holding out his hand.
she closes her mouth and smiles sweetly, taking it and carefully climbing out of the vehicle.
“thank you,” she says calmly, offering him a twenty dollar bill.
he politely refuses. “that won’t be necessary, darling. joshua took care of everything and told me not to let you pay a dime.”
joshua? jey usually hates being called his government name. how proper.
jaz lets out a quiet sigh, folding the money and putting it back in her bag. “what can i say? he knows me too well.”
the driver chuckles, folding his hands in front of him. “indeed he does. you have a lovely night, miss.”
she thanks him once more and, within the blink of an eye, he’s driven off and out of sight.
“mrs. main event?” a friendly, now female voice asks, causing jaz to look back.
“god he’s really putting that nickname to good use,” she mumbles under her breath, causing the waitress to smile. “yes that’s me!”
“wonderful,” she replies, turning on her heel. “right this way.”
the waitress leads her through the entire first floor dining room, up an elevator all the way to the 13th floor, and around the back of the building.
“jesus christ,” jaz mumbles louder than intended. “he did all this?”
“said he wanted ‘only the best for what’s his’ while making the reservation,” the woman intervenes. “you’re a lucky gal.”
jaz smiles, blushing lightly. “indeed i am.”
when they reach the area, a trail of even more rose petals leads to a candlelit dining table that’s already stocked with both wine and champagne.
“i’ll leave you to it miss,” the waitress says, placing a friendly hand on her back. “enjoy your night.”
jaz looks back, smiling sweetly. “thank you so much.”
the waitress nods with a smile and heads back downstairs.
jaz carefully walks through the trail, holding the strap of her new bag tightly.
“hi love,” she greets jey, causing him to look up from pouring her glass of wine.
“damn baby,” he coos, getting up and holding her hand above her head, allowing her to twirl. “look at you.”
“i love the shoes,” she says, looking down at them and turning her ankle. “thank you.”
“all the best for my lady,” he replies, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her lips.
she kisses back and heads to her chair, which he pulls out for her in advance.
she thanks him and sits down, watching on as he sits across from her and fixes his suit.
“you look handsome,” jaz compliments, hanging her back from the back of her chair.
jey smiles. “i had to at least try and match the level of beauty across from me.”
“well mission accomplished,” jaz replies with a smile, lifting her glass. “cheers to you, baby.”
he lifts his as well. “and cheers to you, mama. the most incredible, kind, loyal, and beautiful woman in the world. i love you.”
she blushes and says it back as they clink their glasses and take a sip in unison.
suddenly, the soft first chords of “all my life” begin to play, causing jaz to stop mid-sip.
“no you didn’t,” she groans, watching on as jey gets up and walks over, holding out his hand.
“may i have this dance, mrs. main event?” he offers in the worst proper accent jaz has ever heard.
she sucks her teeth and takes his hand, slowly getting up. “you and that damn nickname.”
he snickers and pulls her in slowly, keeping their bodies close.
“your british accent sucks by the way,” she teases, looking up at him.
jey shrugs, raising an eyebrow. “jon said it’s one of the best he’s ever heard.”
they share a laugh and lean in for a passionate kiss.
summary: when alexis is brutally attacked following her first major loss since hitting the main roster, her boyfriend jey is there within the blink of an eye to save her.
warnings: mature language, mentions of blood & attacking, light government name use, kissing, & flirting! ᯓᡣ𐭩
A/N: thank you to anon for this request! i don’t often make my original character a fellow wrestler, so i was super excited once i received it. i hope you enjoy! 🫶
wwe raw | madison square garden, nyc
the past six months have been an absolute whirlwind for alexis.
from getting called up to the main roster and drafted to monday night raw after just two years of training in nxt.
to being booked incredibly from the second she signed that contract, looking dominant against superstars she’s always looked up to like asuka and becky lynch.
to now being well on her way to wrestlemania 42 with what’s so far been an outstanding feud with liv morgan for the women’s world championship.
and all at the age of just 25 years old.
sounds like heaven, right? wrong.
while she’s met and befriended many incredible people backstage, whether it be fellow wrestlers or just the behind the scenes crew, liv has been a thorn in her side since their booking together started.
whether it be nasty side eyes, snarky remarks about her gear, or even backstage gossip, alexis has been number one on her shit list since she showed her face in the big leagues.
so naturally, during their last face-off before mania, in the main event of monday night raw, liv stirs the pot just once more while she can.
the match itself went incredible - both women getting an equal amount of offense in at their respective times. but after a couple of nasty kicks to the ribs and liv’s finisher, oblivion, alexis could no longer go.
“here is your winner,” alicia taylor yells into the microphone from ringside. “the women’s undisputed wwe champion, liv mooooorgan!”
loud boos rain down in the arena as raquel rodriguez runs into the ring and backs alexis into a corner, delivering sharp kicks to her midsection.
“nunca serás campeona, novato!” she screams, now delivering powerful blows to alexis’ face. “no si puedo evitarlo!”
when she finally climbs off, leaving alexis’ face bruised and bloodied, she strolls over to liv and raises her hand high.
just then, the judgement day music hits.
so desperately wanting to know what’s going on, despite barely being able to move, alexis holds on tight to the bottom ropes and pulls herself up.
her heart drops as she watches two men, jd mcdonagh and dominik mysterio, run down the ramp with two steel chairs, one for each girl.
“UUUUSOOOOO!”
everyone stops in their tracks and the arena erupts in cheers as alexis’ boyfriend josh, known to everyone in the building as jey uso, comes running soon after them with a chair of his own.
they quickly get put to good use, the sounds of the steel being slapped against backs cutting through the screaming crowd.
once the guys are down, jey scurries into the ring, causing liv and raquel to frantically run out and over to them.
soon enough, they all head back up the ramp, shooting death glares at the couple.
“good luck getting your man to protect you this weekend, sucia!” raquel calls out, her arm wrapped tightly around jd.
“see you on saturday, bitch!” liv yells directly after, before huddling her face back into dominik’s chest.
more boos fill the arena as they continue their walk of shame to the back.
after what feels like years, jey finally kneels down to alexis, offering her a hug and kiss to her temple.
“you gon’ get her and that belt this weekend, baby,” he mumbles against her skin, before pressing a kiss to her hair. “i know it.”
alexis offers him a weak smile before wrapping an arm around his neck, assisting him in pulling her up.
once she’s up and stable, the crowd cheers as jey lifts her arm and points to her, circling the ring.
jey pulls alexis into one last hug for the cameras before her music hits, signaling that the show is over.
the crowd sings along as they exit the ring together, jey never letting go of her waist.
the cameramen follow and, once they’re halfway to backstage, signal for alexis’ social media promo to begin.
“congrats, liv. you’ve won the battle, but best believe i’m winning the war. see you at mania, bitch.”
a crowd of people near her cheer as she walks past the camera and disappears backstage, jey delivering a subtle nod to the camera before following close behind.
the crew backstage, including directors and managers, erupted in claps and whistles.
“awesome show, kid,” the undertaker compliments, offering her a handshake. “you’re fuckin’ awesome.”
alexis happily accepts it, thanking him sweetly.
“you really are,” stephanie mcmahon chimes in. “we can’t wait to watch you this weekend.”
“make sure you kick her ass for me on saturday, yeah?” demi, known to the world as rhea ripley, teases with a wink, causing everyone to laugh, before pulling her into a hug.
alexis giggles, hugging back. “will do, mami.”
they share a laugh before alexis says her goodbyes for the night.
hand in hand, she and jey head out of gorilla and back to her dressing room, receiving compliments from huge names like aj styles and cm punk on the way, which she happily takes alongside a couple of father-like hugs.
“aight champ,” jey begins, closing the hotel room door behind them. “let’s get you cleaned up.”
alexis lets out a breathless chuckle, tossing her duffle bag onto the bed. “joshua, i’m not a champion yet.”
“but you will be,” he encourages, walking over to hold her waist and gently rub her sides. “you gon’ come out stronger than that entire group and win your first title on the grandest stage of ‘em all.”
she smiles softly, looking down to hide her cheeks turning a tomato shade of red.
“and when you do,” jey continues, causing her to look back up at him. “ima be right there cheering my girl on, giving dom dom and big head all the superkicks in the world.”
that makes her smile. “you’re something else, yeet man.”
he chuckles and kisses her cheek. “come on. let’s clean up them lips of yours. i’m dyin’ to kiss ‘em.”
alexis rolls her eyes playfully, taking his hand and following him to the bathroom.
jey wastes no time picking her up onto the sink and preparing a cotton pad with rubbing alcohol.
he immediately gets to work wiping excess blood that dripped from her cuts and softly rubbing the appropriate cream onto her freshly bruised skin.
once he’s all done, it’s time for the part alexis has been dreading most: her bloody lip.
“heads up baby,” jey warns, brushing her hair behind her shoulders. “this might sting a little.”
alexis nods, quickly squeezing her eyes shut once the liquid makes contact with her cut, her entire bottom lip burning immediately.
she curses under her breath and jey chuckles, placing a small, bright pink princess bandage on the wound.
“a princess for my princess,” he says proudly, stepping back to admire his work.
alexis smiles, shaking her head. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”
he chuckles, heading back over to lift her off the counter. “cmon, girl. an undisputed champ always needs her beauty sleep.”
“jo-” alexis goes to correct him again, but is interrupted by a kiss to her lips.
“don’t joshua me,” jey says, heading over to the bed and placing her down on the comforter. “i told you before. that championship is coming home to you, baby.”
she sighs, tossing her duffel across the room and by the door to make room for him.
“fine,” she finally gives in, opening her arms wide. “since you’re so confident, can i get undisputed champion level cuddles a few days in advance?”
he doesn’t hesitate, immediately belly flopping onto the mattress and attacking her face with kisses, causing her to laugh.
and as she eventually drifts off to sleep in his arms, the idea of becoming a world champion someday doesn’t seem so distant after all.
not sure but my best guess is austin theory considering his instagram story of jey earlier today.
part of me had a gut feeling he’d be taken out of it one way or another once the news about bronson being the intended winner broke. i just hate the classic wwe waiting game and would rather just know who did it right away.
hugs to all my fellow juce boxes who were looking forward to seeing jey in his third chamber match tomorrow. 🥲🫶
summary: when the road to wrestlemania gets in the way of valentines day, jimmy does his best to shower you with his love and gratitude from six hours away.
warnings: none for this one tbh… just fluff! ᯓᡣ𐭩
A/N: happy belated v-day <3 i meant to get this out yesterday, but life got in the way. enjoy! 💌
you watch on as the pastel pink alarm clock on your bedside table turns to 11pm.
only one hour left until this shitty holiday is over with.
normally, you love valentines day.
all the decor? all the pink? the free excuse for your clingy ass to kiss and show love to your man all day? lover girl heaven.
it’s a day that you annually spend having breakfast in bed, dressing up in every bow clothing item you have, going for a drive around town, dancing around the kitchen, and capping the night off with a rose petal filled bath and the most romantic love-making with your boyfriend jimmy.
well, annually as in every year before this one.
since you two started dating five years ago, this is the first year you’re apart on valentines day.
just to clear the air, it’s not his fault.
he had no idea he’d be missing out until late yesterday afternoon when he got an email from his boss saying that he was pencilled in last minute for a house show in texas, due to his twin brother jey’s usual opponent getting emergency surgery.
when he became champion for the first time in nearly three years this past december, he was quick to remind you that his schedule could get a bit messy and hectic when it came to things like this.
in all fairness, you’d never even imagined that it would interfere with a time like this.
and, without sugar coating it, you’re really fucking sad.
you did everything to try and make the day feel a little less lonely.
you watched the valentines day peanuts special, which worked for about fifteen minutes until snoopy was cutting out little hearts for woodstock.
you did a valentine’s day makeup look for instagram, which never saw the light of day since the first thing to pop up on your timeline and kill the vibe was your cousin katrina and her man out to dinner.
you even booked a nail appointment, which you have no complaints about, as your tech absolutely killed it once again.
but now, even after all of that, you’ve never felt more alone.
you’re snapped out of your thoughts when the doorbell rings, echoing throughout the house.
your feet move faster than your brain does and, even through the confusion, you open the door.
a delivery truck pulls away from the curb causing you to look down.
a bunch of red heart shaped balloons, a bouquet of red roses bigger than your head, and two gift bags sit on your stoop.
“jimmy,” you whisper, before bending down to carry everything inside.
you set everything down on the couch and immediately open the bags, fishing out a bunny jellycat and a cartier love ring that you’ve been eyeing for months.
you don’t notice that you’re crying until a tear rolls down your cheek.
as you go to grab your phone, you notice a paper sticking out of the flowers.
you pull it out gently and immediately smile.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
See you soon.
❤️ - J
before you can cry about that too, your phone chimes signaling that you got a text.
and suddenly, this valentines day isn’t that bad after all.
plot: when the anniversary of one of the toughest days of her life rolls around, jey immediately comforts his lady in the best way he knows how.
warnings: angst, some tears, mature language, flirting, lots of kisses, & light smut at the end! ᯓᡣ𐭩
A/N: feels good to be back :,) thank you to anon for yet another amazing request!
side note: this isn’t proofread + also my first time writing in third person so please don’t clown me 😭😭 enjoy! <3
a singular tear rolls down alexis’ cheek as she gently strokes her thumb against the laminated funeral card of her best friend, aria.
365 days ago today, in a brutal car wreck, her life was taken.
a full year without her best friend.
the girl that went out of her way to walk over to share play doh on the first day of pre-k.
the girl that she traded lunches with every friday in third grade.
the girl that squeezed her hand moments before they walked the stage during their eighth grade graduation because she felt like throwing up.
the girl that sat by her side and never stopped comforting her when the words “we’re sorry to inform you” appeared in an email from her dream school.
and now, the girl that’s been gone for what feels like decades.
suddenly, the familiar scent of chanel bleu fills the air and a pair of strong arms wrap around alexis’ torso, causing her to lean her head back.
“she’s in a better place mama,” her boyfriend jey softly reminds her, whispering into her hair. “you know that.”
she sniffles, followed by a deep breath through her mouth.
after a couple moments of silence, alexis places the card back in the frame of them as children turns in jey’s arms so that she’s facing him.
“i miss her so much,” she whispers, laying her head on his chest.
jey kisses the top of her head, rocking them back and forth. “i know, baby. but you know what?”
she wipes a tear with her sleeve and looks up at him.
“she’s so proud of you,” he assures her, gently pressing his forehead to hers. “you’re so strong. and you’re not alone. you’ll never be alone as long as i’m around.”
she smiles gently, brushing her nose against his.
he smiles back, dipping his head low to press a slow kiss to her lips.
she kisses back and wraps herself into his arms once they pull apart.
“you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” jey asks, attaching alexis’ necklace from behind.
it’s now the next morning and, not feeling up to going on the actual anniversary, alexis has decided to visit aria’s gravesite today.
she nods, smoothening out her outfit in the mirror before turning to her boyfriend.
“i’m sure love,” she replies softly, centering the cross charm on his chain so that it sits perfectly on his broad chest. “i don’t know how long i’m gonna be and i don’t wanna keep you waiting.”
he sighs, brushing a stray hair out of her face. “baby, you know i don’t mind waiting. i wanna support you.”
“and you have,” alexis replies, giving him an empathetic smile. “you’ve been incredible, jey. i love you so much.”
she cups his face and plants a kiss on his bearded cheek before continuing.
“but i wanna have my own moment alone with her. please.”
jey nods understandably, stroking her sides. “i get you, baby. i’ll be here when you come home.”
she smiles and wraps him into her arms, pressing a kiss to the ink behind his ear. “thank you.”
he kisses her bare shoulder then her cheek before watching her walk out of the room.
the car slowly comes to a stop as alexis reaches gravesite #2076.
taking a deep breath, she reaches over and grabs a tiny bouquet of yellow daisies, aria’s favorite, before stepping out of the car and closing the door behind her.
the stroll over to her grave feels like a mile, the crunchy gravel turning to soft, freshly cut grass beneath her sandals.
she takes a deep, shaky breath before taking a seat on the grass and placing the daisies against aria’s tombstone.
Aria Marie Jones
Loving Daughter, Granddaughter, Niece, & Best Friend
November 14th, 1993 - August 14th, 2025
memories immediately come flooding back.
memories of when she first received the news, the deep pit of nausea bubbling in her stomach when she finally processed it, and all the tears that followed.
after another deep breath, she begins.
“hey riri,” she says softly, hiking up one leg and resting her arm on her knee. “it’s me.”
she allows the soft chirps from the birds flying over the cemetery to take over before speaking again.
“just me this time,” she continues, reminiscing on earlier this morning. “jey wanted to come though. he misses you too. we all do. so much.”
she doesn’t realize she’s crying until a tear falls on her dress, immediately drying in the shape of a heart.
she looks down at it with a soft smile.
back at the house, jey is cooking up something for his lady.
well, literally and figuratively.
alexis’ favorite food? all samoan barbecue.
go-to polynesian events for any occasion? family gatherings.
why not kill two birds with one stone?
“uce, that ain’t how you marinate it!” jimmy, jey’s twin brother, scolds, slicing tuna for a traditional polynesian fish salad. “no wonder why your chicken is ass. get up in there!”
jey narrows his eyes, shooting his twin a look. “uce, if you don’t fuck off. i know what i’m doin’.”
jimmy lets out a bitter laugh. “yeah. just like you knew what you was doin’ with that thanksgiving turkey, huh?”
“man, shut the he-“
“enough!” talisua, the twins’ mother, interrupts. “both of you shut the hell up! this is about surprising alexis! now finish so i can start cooking!”
jey sighs, looking back down at the chicken and continuing spreading around the marinade.
jimmy shakes his head, continuing chopping.
about an hour later, the smell of smoky samoan barbecue fills the backyard and entire house.
jey waits by the window, watching on as alexis pulls into the driveway and steps out of her truck.
his heart aches at the sight of her face, flushed and puffy from crying.
as she reaches the stoop, he heads over to the door and opens it.
she looks up and smiles. “hi, love.”
he smiles back and opens his arms, kissing her lips once she’s in them. “you okay, baby?”
she nods, sniffling. “i feel a lot better.”
as she’s about to continue, she stops in her tracks, her eyes narrowing. “you cooking something?”
jey chuckles softly, stroking her sides. “can’t keep nothin’ from you, huh?”
she raises an eyebrow. “is that a yes?”
he nods toward the backyard, stepping aside so she can come in. “see for yourself.”
giving him a suspicious look, she heads inside and walks straight for the back of the house.
it’s what she’s brought with that shocks her.
“surprise!” talisua, jimmy, his wife trinity, the twins’ younger brother solo, his wife almia, and jey’s sons jeyce and jaciyah yell.
“what the hell?!” alexis shouts, grabbing her chest, stumbling back.
jey is right behind her to catch her, laughing along with everyone.
the kids and women head over, pulling her into a group hug.
“we know how hard this time of year is for you honey,” talisua begins, stroking her cheek. “so my son gathered us all here to try and lift your spirits.”
alexis looks up at jey, dramatically sticking out her bottom lip.
he responds with a smile and kiss to her temple.
“are you surprised?!” jeyce asks, jumping in place.
“you could say that,” alexis replies, making everyone laugh.
the further she walks into the yard, the more hugs she gets, making the moment more and more special.
jey squeezes alexis’ hand before bringing it to his lips. “you got this, baby.”
she nods, giving him a soft smile, before standing up. “uh c-can i have everyone’s attention please?”
the different chats quiet down and, soon enough, all attention is drawn to her.
she takes a deep breath. “i-i just wanted to thank everyone for tonight. obviously, this time of year is newly super rough for me. and everyone coming together j-just for me…” her voice trails off.
talisua begins to tear up and trinity pulls her into a side hug, as jey squeezes her hand once again.
“everyone coming together just for me is such an honor. i know i’ve been around for a while, but i’m so beyond grateful to be apart of this family. i love you all. thank you.”
everyone erupts in cheers and claps as she slowly sits down, causing her to blush.
as the night goes on, the family fun continues, providing a slight distraction but beyond full circle moment for alexis.
suddenly, in the middle of her talking with the wives, jey pulls her aside.
“can i steal her for a minute?” he asks, taking her hand.
trinity and almia nod in approval as alexis gives them quick hugs. “be right back.”
“everything okay?” she asks, holding jey’s arm gently, once they’re in the bathroom and out of earshot.
he nods automatically. “all good, baby. just wanted to get you alone for a lil bit.”
she rolls her eyes playfully. “babe, i live with you. you get me alone 24/7.”
he smirks, lifting her onto the counter and beginning to press kisses to her jaw. “not while you lookin’ this good.”
she bites her lip, holding the back of his neck. “j-jey, y-your family is right outside.”
“stop worryin,” he replies, beginning to pull up her dress. “they ain’t gon’ notice we gone.”
“y-yes th-fuck…” her voice trails off, gently pulling on his curls as he strokes her sopping wet folds.
he hums quietly, just above a growl. “no panties and you drippin’ in front of my family. and you call my ass nasty.”
she moans in response, uncontrollably grinding against his fingers.
“keep makin’ them pretty sounds for me baby. feels good, don’t it?”
she nods frantically, leaning her head back against the mirror. “g-gonna cum!”
he quickly hikes up her legs onto his shoulders and kneels down, replacing his fingers with his mouth.
“j-jey! daddy f-fuck! wait!” she practically screams, one hand in his hair and the other holding onto his that’s placed on the nape of her throat.
“cum princess,” he growls against her heat. “all over my tongue. let papi taste you.”
fuck. not the papi. her biggest weakness. and he knows it.
“nggghh fuck!” she moans, her climax quickly approaching.
moments later, jey’s beard is filled with his favorite juice in the world: alexis.
after licking her clean, he stands up and automatically pulls her in for a kiss, pulling her in by the back of her neck.
she moans against his lips, the taste of herself filling her tongue.
“you feel good, ma?” he asks, lifting her off the counter and helping her adjust her dress.
she nods, leaning against the wall for support and running a hand through her curls.
he smiles at her inability to stand and holds her waist, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“uh oh,” she exclaims, looking down at the counter. “i made a mess.”
jey chuckles, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“getcho cute ass back outside,” he demands, slapping her ass playfully before grabbing a rag from under the sink. “i’ll be right out.”
she smiles and presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before heading out and shutting the door behind her.
when she opens the sliding door, the cool air creeps up her dress and still sensitive pussy, causing her to shiver.
“hey, where were you? i got worried!” trin exclaims, heading over.
“i…uh…” alexis pathetically stutters, completely failing to come up with an excuse.
trin giggles, holding a hand up. “say no more. i get it.”
alexis bites her lip, heat rushing to her cheeks. “y-you do?”
“girl, that man has been my brother in law for over a decade,” trin replies, throwing an arm around her. “he knows what he wants and when he wants it. especially when it comes to you. y’all make me sick.”
plot: after losing an big match and his cool shortly after on monday night raw, jey seeks comfort from the one person that keeps him grounded: you.
warnings: angst, self doubt, mature language, & fluff towards the end! ᯓᡣ𐭩
A/N: the gasp i gusped when i saw who requested this. miss you & your fics every day ci bb! i hope you love it. 🫶
side note: second time writing in this pov. go easy on me. 🥲
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“whenever you’re ready to talk, i’m here,” you remind him gently, running your nails through his newly blonde curls.
earlier tonight, at monday night raw, your boyfriend josh, known to the world as jey uso, lost a match.
but not just any match.
a match for a tournament in which the winner got to be the legendary, john cena’s, final opponent.
tonight he faced a wrestler that calls himself la knight who, unfortunately, was the better fighter this time around.
it was a well fought battle that left jey frustrated with himself.
so frustrated that, after the match, his usual upbeat and charismatic energy was completely gone.
steel steps went flying. prime bottles were thrown all over the place. hell, even the announce table was a wreck by the time he was walking back towards gorilla.
he was visibly upset and the internet wasn’t helping one bit.
“the jey uso experiment is over!”
“we smoking that entrance merchant pack!”
“four letters! one word! ugh ugh! lost!”
he’s always gotten hate for anything and everything.
his physique - despite him posting gym videos on his instagram story at least once a week.
his move arsenal - despite him saying countless times, alongside his twin brother jimmy, that they use said moves they do to honor the legends that came before them.
his catchphrase - despite live crowds being the ones that got the “yeet movement” over to begin with.
he tries and, normally succeeds, to put on a brave face and not let the hate phase him. but this time, on top of the loss, you think it’s hitting him the most.
and all you wanna do — all you can do — is be there for him.
your heart skips a beat when he lets out a sigh and presses his head further into your lap.
“i know mama,” he mumbles, his voice lined with disappointment and self doubt that makes your heart shatter. “i’ll be aight. nothing i ain’t dealt with before.”
you take a deep breath and pick his head up gently, cupping your face so that your guys’ eye contact doesn’t break.
“i know you’ve been down this road before jey,” you reply, tone as soft as cotton.
he needs comfort right now, and you’re hellbent on giving it to him.
“but you’re clearly hurting. it’s okay to talk to me, you know.”
he nods slowly, running a hand down his face when you release it.
“i just…” his voice trails off when he hears it crack slightly, as he attempts to cover it up with closing his mouth again and sniffling.
your heart aches at the sight of him hurting so bad, so much so that a tear of your own rolls down your cheek.
he swallows before speaking again. “i just wanna make y’all proud. you, jimmy, my kids, the fans. y’all deserve so much more than this shit.”
you don’t reply, not with words anyway.
you just stroke his cheek, letting him continue.
“i feel like a failure, man. and it ain’t right. i know i ain’t one. but i’m tryin’ so fuckin’ hard and failing every time.”
you use your sleeve to wipe away your tears before wiping his with your thumb.
“you’re right,” you finally say, causing him to look into your eyes. “you’re not a failure. and you’re trying your best.”
he sniffles again, letting you speak.
“it shows, you know. all that passion you have for wrestling? for your job? it’s crystal clear. we all see it.”
the smallest smile grows on his face as he looks down.
he needed that reminder so badly.
“and you know what else?” you ask, gently lifting his head by his beard. “this won’t be your last loss. this won’t be the last time you feel like you’re failing us or putting your family’s name to shame.”
his lips twitch as he blinks back more tears.
“but i’m always gonna be proud of you,” you remind him, smiling softly and running a hand through his curls. “so fucking proud, jey.”
he sighs slightly before responding. “even when i’m lookin’ up at the lights?”
“especially when you’re looking up at the lights,” you reply. “you can’t always win, baby. but as long as you know deep down that you put your all into it? that’s what matters.”
he nods in agreement, taking both of your hands and kissing your knuckles on each.
“i needed that baby,” he exclaims, pressing his forehead against yours softly. “thank you. i’m so fuckin’ lucky to have you.”
you chuckle under your breath, playfully brushing your noses together. “and i’m the luckiest girl in the world. you may not have the belt anymore, jey, but you’ll always be my champion.”
he smiles and cups your face, slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours.
you kiss back immediately, pulling away shortly after to hold him close.
he squeezes you tight as if you’ll disappear at any given moment, pressing occasional kisses to your temple.
“love you baby,” he coos quietly. “thank you for bein’ my rock.”
you smile against his chest, pressing a kiss to his ink. “love you more, champ. no matter what.”
later that night, during your guys’ last-minute-planned movie night, jey’s phone chimes signaling that he got a text.
he shifts against you, grabbing his phone off the nightstand.
after a few seconds, you hear him breathe through his nose and look up to see him smiling like he just received the best news of his life.
“everything okay?” you check up, swallowing a piece of popcorn.
he places his phone back and wraps you deeper into his arms, pressing a deep kiss to your hair.
plot: spending new years eve alone? not if your man best friend can help it.
warnings: light angst, government name use, mentions of smut, & fluff at the end! ᯓᡣ𐭩
A/N: happy new year lovies! here’s a lil gift from me to wish y’all the happiest & healthiest 2026 ever. 🫶
side note: tried reader’s pov for the first time. lmk what we think! 🤍
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so you’re alone on new years eve. again.
this wasn’t how you thought the final day of the hardest year of your life would turn out.
in fact, you thought things would finally change after you met a great guy, jeremiah, back in march.
everything started out perfect.
dinner dates every other night. an iced caramel macchiato and hydrangea bouquet with the sweetest little note attached delivered to your job daily. shopping sprees every weekend when you both got paid.
he was an absolute dream boat. or so you thought.
many months later, around thanksgiving time, he was acting really off.
wanting to clear the air and be honest about your feelings, you decided to confront him about it.
you made sure not to push too hard. just a simple “hey, you okay? you’ve been acting kinda down lately.”
at first, he assured you he was fine. just tired from work.
then, later that night, his phone lit up around 3am.
you weren’t snooping, just getting cozied up in bed after going to the bathroom.
one glance at the screen and your heart shattered.
BM: left the door unlocked. wearing the set you got me last weekend. can’t wait to see you. 🤭❤️
last weekend. no wonder why he was so hellbent on going into victoria’s secret.
you didn’t even give him time to explain - it would’ve been a load of bullshit anyway.
within fifteen minutes, your suitcase was packed with everything in that house that ever belonged to you.
vision blurred from tears, you ripped out a page from his work journal and began scribbling.
thanks for throwing away the best eight months of my life. i hope you treat her better than you treated me.
and within the blink of an eye, you were out the door. forever.
thanksgiving was rough, christmas was rougher.
no visiting friends and family. no gift giving. you barely even showered and took care of yourself.
your phone blew up multiple times those first two weeks, but people eventually stopped trying.
you felt so alone. so used.
that was when your best friend, jonathan, had enough.
after ignoring the doorbell twice, his key was put to good use and bursted open without warning, causing you to jump.
“y/n, what the fuck?!” he yelled out, rushing over to wrap you in his arms. “you’re alive!”
you didn’t hug back. you didn’t have the energy.
eyes filled with tears, he pulled away and grabbed your face. not enough to hurt you, but certainly with force.
“do you have any idea…” his voice trailed off at the sight of fresh tears rolling down your already flushed face. “where the fuck have you been?”
you opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come.
tears of his own were welling up in his eyes when he shook your face again. “y/n, please. i’m your best friend. talk to me.”
you took a deep breath before using your voice for the first time in a month. “h-he cheated, jon.”
fuck, you sounded so weak to him. so broken.
“he what?” he asked, disbelief written all over his tone. “when the fuck did this happen?”
you lowered your head and tucked your lips in to prevent yourself from sobbing, but miserably failed when he held your chin up and your eyes met his.
“right before thanksgiving,” you replied between sobs, before you broke in his arms, immediately soaking his black t-shirt.
he exhaled quietly, holding the back of your head and letting you cry.
“i’m so sorry jon,” you attempted to get out, wailing in between words. “i should’ve t-t-told you. i-i didn’t mean to disappear and scare y-you.”
“listen to me,” he replied, pulling away and cupping your face to meet his. “you don’t owe me shit. not a thing.”
you blinked in response, sniffling again.
“i’m just so fucking happy you’re alright,” he exclaimed, pulling you back into his arms.
you began to sob into his chest again, holding onto his shirt for dear life.
that night, he took the best care of you.
he made you the most incredible steaming hot bath, cooked your absolute favorite meal: his famous grilled chicken with a side of garlic mashed potatoes, swept up broken picture frames from the night you returned home, and even did your laundry.
he even went as far as binge watching dance moms with you, something his abby-lee-miller-despising ass would never do until it was a cold day in hell. but this, he claimed, was an exception.
you didn’t miss his dirty look at the tv every time the dancers were scolded for losing the competition. of course, it was only by second place.
you two grew somehow even more inseparable, so much so that he even moved into your place for a couple of days, just to help get you back up on your feet.
the night before the day he was set to leave for a bunch of live shows was the most special.
“i don’t want you to go,” you mumbled against his tattooed skin, head resting against his bicep that was wrapped around you.
“i don’t want to either,” he replied, looking down at you. “but i’ll be back. i promise you.”
with a soft smile, you reached up to brush a stray curl that escaped from his low bun.
“thank you,” you began, looking into his dark boba-like eyes. “thank you for taking the best care of me. i don’t know where i’d be right now if you hadn’t shown up when you did.”
he smiled his gorgeous smile, stroking your cheek. “girl, you ain’t gotta thank me. i’m just happy you’re still here. ion know where i’d be if you weren’t. i love yo crazy ass.”
you let out a soft chuckle, playfully swatting his arm.
“i love you too jon,” you replied, earning a chuckle from him.
and you forget who leaned in first - god it seems like years ago - but within seconds, you were kissing your best friend.
part of it felt almost illegal, but those feelings immediately disappeared when he started getting handsy, holding your hips and guiding you onto his lap.
what went from innocent touching, turned into dry humping, and before you knew it, you two were upstairs, fucking deep into your mattress.
“j-jon fuck! it’s too b-bi-big!”
“you a big girl, baby. my big girl. take it.”
fast forward, it’s now the night before an entirely new year.
you couldn’t be more excited for a new opportunity to start fresh. this time, with a real man by your side.
as if on cue, you receive a text, immediately causing you to smile.
ugh, he knows you so well.
so what does your bratty ass do? run upstairs and change into the exact opposite.
a few minutes later, you hear his black suv pull up outside and practically sprint downstairs and out the door.
when he hears the front door close, he turns around and sighs.
“hiiii jonny!” you squeal, skipping over and standing on your tippy toes in front of him.
“i can’t with yo crazy ass,” he exclaims, looking down at your outfit. “twenty sumn degrees and you damn near naked.”
you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. “nah, i look better naked.”
he smirks, rolling his eyes. “you ain’t wrong.”
in unison, you two lean in for a quick kiss before you help him with his bags.
“cmon girl,” he says, whacking your ass with a gift bag playfully. “get inside before you catch pneumonia.”
“then you’ll have to stay home from work and take care of me,” you remind him, walking back up the path to your front door.
“what a shame,” he mumbles under his breath, earning a playful shove from you.
after a couple hours of eating each other’s faces off and watching the ryan seacrest new years rockin eve special, it’s only five minutes until the countdown.
“only five more minutes baby,” jon reminds you, in between kisses. “how you feel?”
“scared,” you admit, running a hand through his curls. “but excited at the same time. this year has been hell, but i’m ready to start fresh with you.”
he smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips. “and you ain’t ever gotta worry about starting fresh with no one else, you hear? it’s us forever.”
you nod, smiling. “i know. i love you.”
“love you too mama,” he replies, kissing the corner of your mouth. “now let’s get ready for this countdown, yeah?”
you nod, pressing one more kiss to his lips before climbing off of him so that you two can start pouring his said gift: your favorite brand of champagne.
and from that moment on, you knew that, in 2026, the best was yet to come. <3
tonight could be one of or the last time we see the twins hold the tag titles 🥲
nah but in all seriousness, this is all i’ve been thinking about lately. ever since their announcement about being back in the tag division, I’ve been sick to my stomach listening to jey say he’s starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel and that he’d love to do one more tag run with jimmy before leaving. especially with how unexpected them coming back to the division was in general. i’m fucking SCARED. 🥲
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