Beat Them or Join Them
Jey Uso x Reader
Summary: Jey has been trying to get you, his best friend to join him in The Bloodline. Will tonight finally be the night you listen to him?
TW: Typical wrestling violence, reader going to the medics.
A/N: The Jey bug got me, he is just too damn fine for me not to write for! 😫 Hope you guys like this! 😙
Jey watched as you got ready in the locker room, your SmackDown Women's Championship resting on a nearby table. You and Jey had been best friends for years, and he respected and admired your independence. But lately, he had been persistent in trying to convince you to join the Bloodline. He had this burning desire to protect you, and he knew he couldn't do it alone from the sidelines.
"Hey sweetheart.” he began, leaning against the doorframe. "You know how strong we are together. Roman, Jimmy, Solo, me... We could dominate this whole place."
You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I like doing things my way, Jey. You know that."
Jey smiled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I do. But think about it. Together, we'd be unstoppable. The family backing you.”
You playfully rolled your eyes. "Being friends with Roman, Jimmy and Solo is enough ‘family’ for me."
Jey laughed, knowing you had your own reasons. "Alright, alright, I won't bug you about it too much. Just remember, it’s always an option. And I’ll have your back either way. ”
You smiled at him. He was too sweet. “I've got a title to defend tonight against Asuka. But-" Your smile widened when he grinned in anticipation. "-you can keep trying to sway me after I kick her ass. I promise.”
He nodded, still grinning widely. He moved past you and grabbed the title off of the table. You thought he would hand it to you, but he shook his head. "Nah, turn around." You rose a brow but complied. You felt his arms wrap around you as he leaned down to your height, feeling his cool hands on your skin while he fastened the championship around your waist.
You giggled when he playfully tugged at the strap of your title, swatting his hands away. He laughed with you, opening the door for you
“Now, you can kick some ass.”
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The match was intense, and despite your determination, Asuka's offense was relentless. Neither of you let up. Just when you thought you had her right where you wanted her, Asuka's mist caught you off guard, blurring your vision. Despite the burning in your eyes, you managed to flip her over and roll her up for the win. The pain was intense though, and you were helped backstage by the medical team.
Jey rushed to the ring, concern etched on his face as he supported you. "You alright, sweetheart?"
You winced, leaning on him for support. "Damn, that mist stings like hell."
In the medical area, you cursed and fumed, furious at both the pain and Asuka. Jey held onto your arm, his touch grounding you amidst the chaos. "Easy, girl.”he said, his voice soothing. "You got the dub, and we'll deal with Asuka later."
Asuka's taunts still echoed in your mind, her words gnawing at your temper. "I'm gonna rip her apart, Jey. Nobody messes with me like this."
Jey's hand cupped your cheek, his touch calming you. "I get it, uce. But you're a champ. You still won. You're stronger than this."
Your anger slowly subsided as you took deep breaths, your focus shifting from the pain to Jey's presence. "Thanks, Jey. You always know how to calm me down."
He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "That's what I’m here for."
You hesitated, looking at him thoughtfully. "You really want me to join the Bloodline, don't you?"
Jey nodded, his expression serious. "We're a family, you are my family, babygirl. We look out for each other. Imagine what we could accomplish together."
You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. "I'll think about it, okay? But no promises."
He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you protectively. "That's all I ask."
The adrenaline faded, the meds kicked and you let your eyes close, letting yourself relax in the arms of the person you trusted the most.
Jey looked down at your sleeping form and he couldn’t help but smile at you. You looked precious, even while sleeping. And he knew then and there that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you got hurt.
He tightened his arms around you, bringing you closer to him, and promised himself that even if you didn’t join the Bloodline, whatever decision you decide to make, that he would protect you with his life either way, his family be damned.
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𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
(𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘅! 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻.)
𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1
“Rhea. get the fuck out.” I yelled out, throwing her clothes as I ranted, pacing back and forth, just wanting her out of my sight, her, just sitting there, watching me throw her clothes everywhere.
You got tired of her. It was so painful to watch her mistreat you and barley giving you freedom, you watched her sip on her water, those eyes piercing into your every move.
She was so possessive, she caused public disruptions if i ever was caught talking to another woman, or even just simply helping them.
Even guys.
Her chuckling softly, sipping some more at my request, not taking me seriously.
“Did you not hear me?” I asked in a ‘duh’ tone, catching her attention as she hunched forward, running her hands down her face.
“I pretended not to.” Rhea pulled her phone out of her pocket, turning it on before putting her full attention on it.
Just ignoring you completely.
You being fed up, you snatched her phone, throwing it at the nearest wall, she was surprisingly calm at the whole altercation.
She was completely ignoring you and the breaking point was already broken.
“You don’t get it do you? You constantly ignore me and act like you don’t hear me after you just got done ruining my whole interview?” I spoke, anger raidating from me.
I barely got mad like this, but she always got you like this with her reckless actions.
“I didn’t, just made some suggestions.” Rhea shrugged.
“You threatened to break her arm! That’s my boss!” I exclaimed, even though rhea was a wrestler, she was highly capable of doing so.
“So? She was weird to me anyways.” Rhea shrugged, walking away from us.
“You think her being weird is rational to threaten to break her arm? And you don’t even know her.” I defended.
“I thought i was rational enough.” Rhea carelessly spoke, picking up her clothes that i threw.
“You’re so full of shit Rhea. You don’t see me threatening your co-workers and lashing out everything you talk to a female! Then when you do, I’m stuck with the aftermath, you don’t see that.” You exclaimed, as rhea turned around, scoffing at us.
“I don’t need you to. Because I know im yours. *scoffs* least i don’t go to work, dressed like a whore, for my boss. You might be even blowing her off too while you’re at it.” Rhea mumbled the last part, causing you to scoff, as a popping sound rang off in the room.
she held her cheek as she didn’t react, she knew what she said.
“You know what…fuck you really rhea.” You felt tears run down your face, she always gaslit you into any argument and tried to turn it on you, when she’s in the wrong.
It was sickening even trying to defend yourself.
You needed to get out of this toxic environment, and web, you were sick of it.
and it all ended today.
“Where are you going?” Rhea asked, like she didn’t just call you a name, 10 seconds ago.
“Don’t worry about me.” You walked off, you were gonna get your things another time, you needed to go.
it was time for a new start. and it was damn sure without her.
𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…
god. everything was so right. you felt free and out on your own without having to worry about her popping up anymore.
you actually moved on faster than most people thought.
you focused getting your job back, working on getting your clothes, but just planning to leave them, sending your sister since her and rhea are inseparable, and it would be a fast process.
i fixed my red dress, slowly making sure my hair was in place as i planned on going out on a date, with my…boss, she’s pretty cool.
you picked up the roses she got you as you walked outside to her car, smiling at it all, it felt good to be treated right.
this was gonna be a good night.
𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚…
“Hey, i just came to get my sisters stuff.” She waves as rhea rolled her eyes, moving aside.
“Why couldn’t she come get her own shit…” Rhea growled, rolling her eyes.
“Rude much? Maybe she didn’t wanna be bothered with you. I wouldn’t either.” My sister scoffed, seeing our things scattered around the room, half destroyed or just thrown everywhere in the guest room she walked past.
“My god, did you just throw her stuff in here?” My sister asked, as rhea walked past, eating cereal.
“Can you just hurry up and leave, i have to be at work soon.” Rhea rolled her eyes, wanting her to hurry up.
My sister grabbed the stuff that wasn’t practically ruined, which wasn’t alot in my left suitcases, dragging them down the stairs.
“She’s gonna be pissed…” my sister mumbled.
“Why?”
“You ruined her stuff, just because she left you.” My sister protested.
“Eh, she should’ve came and got it faster.” Rhea shrugged, leaning against the doorframe as she caught the scent of your clothes, instantly driving her crazy.
she could put up the biggest front and say she doesn’t miss you, but she did. regretting her actions, she felt like she did no wrong.
she was simply just wanting what’s hers to herself.
and she made sure people knew that.
“Well she had to be at a date tonight—” my sister soonly stopping herself, spilling her location.
“A date?” Rhea stopped, shooting her head at my sister so fastly, her eyes piercing into her.
Before my sister could even explain, Rhea cut her off, kicking my suitcase across the room.
“Where?” Rhea asked, her voice dropping some octaves.
“By her job, it’s a fancy restaurant. You’ll see it if you ride past her job.” My sister shrugged, knowing giving her hose details could ruin her night.
Rhea threw her spare key at my sister, before she walked out the door. “Lock my door when you leave.”
Rhea was on a path of destruction and she made sure to see what this date “was.”
she wasn’t giving up on you, as if you had a choice.
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