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Sheild Members When They Hurt You During An Argument

Characters: Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins. Fem!Reader. She/Her pronouns used.

Word Count: 5,568

A/N: I know this isn't really a headcannon, but I've been wanting to this for months. Btw, I don't really like this and I might delete it later. It depends on how it goes. Hope You Enjoy!

Dean Ambrose:

You walked around the kitchen with a stressful look on your face.

Your boyfriend Dean went out for drinks with his boys' Seth and Roman after a win against the Wyatt Family.

You decided to stay home since you were so tired, but stayed up in hopes the Dean would come home, but it's been over 2 hours and he's still yet to come. You called and texted him, but he didn't pick up, nor did his friends.

You started to get worried and was ready to get up and go look for him your damn self, but the sight of car lights caught your attention.

You looked out the window, watching as Dean stumbled out the car with Roman and Seth by his side. They say their goodbyes and head off. You stand at the door with an angry look on your face as he walks in.

He closes the door and locks it behind him. "Oh hey babe, why do you look so mad?" You gave him a glare, arms crossing over your chest. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because my boyfriend stayed out for 2 hours drinking and did not answer any single one of my calls or texts!"

Dean looked at you unfazed, passing by you to the fridge. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you!" You followed him as he went to the couch. He cracked open a beer and took a sip. "Oh no, no, no, you're not gonna drink more after all the alcohol from the bar."

You snatched it out his hand. "Hey, give me that back!" You shook your head stepping back. "No, no more beer." Dean groaned, but was happy once he grabbed the remote.

He was about to turn it on his show, but you grabbed that too. "And no TV. You think you're gonna come back home from the bar, after 2 hours, drink beer, and blast your show? I think not."

Dean finally got up, annoyed. "Come on Y/n, give it back." He tried grabbing it from your hand, but you backed away. "No Dean, you've had enough!" You refused to give the beer and remote back. "I said, Give. It. Back!" You felt your world freeze as Dean's hand came into a fist and hit the side of your face.

The beer and remote dropped from your hands, the glass shattering on the floor and batteries flying out the remote. You slid down against the wall, looking up at while holding your face. "All you had to do was give it to me, and you wouldn't be on the floor."

Dean then walked away, going back to the fridge and grabbing a new beer. You stood up in disbelief and rushed out the house, snatching the car keys on the way. You weren't about to let him disrespect you like that. You ended up driving to your friend Aj's house and slept there.

The morning when Dean woke up, he had a huge headache. He didn't know where he was, when he looked around he saw he was in the bed fully clothed. He got up and looked around the house to notice you weren't there.

He didn't remember you saying anything about going to the arena. Come to think about it, he doesn't remember anything from last night.

Maybe you went to the gym. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. While he walked to the couch he noticed the remote on the floor, and the batteries nowhere to be seen. As well as a broken glass on the floor and that's when it hit him.

The glass fell from his hands as he sped through the house in search of his phone. "Oh fuck, shit, oh my god." He grabbed his phone and instantly called you, but you didn't pick up. He ran a hand over his face, letting out a sigh. He didn't know what to do.

He decided to call Seth for some advice. "Hey Deano, what's up? How ya feeling after last night?" Dean was quick to answer. "Man, I fucked up bad." Seth took notice of Dean's stressed voice. "Why, what happened?" Dean explained everything that happened and how you left.

"Dean, you're such a dumbass! You're lucky she didn't break up with you!" Dean stayed silent like a boy getting scolded by his Mom. "Don't say that please. I feel really bad, and I need y'all's help getting her back." Seth rubbed his forehead. "Okay, let me call Roman and tell him the situation."

The boys ended up meeting at a restaurant to talk things over. "I can't believe you actually hit her Dean, what were you thinking?" Roman scolded Dean. "I-I don't know. I was drunk, and I just wanted more, but she was nagging me and wouldn't let me get it.

Dean leaned back, his shaky voice known to his brothers. He bit at his nails while his leg bounced up and down. They could tell he was worried. Worried about his relationship. "Okay, what does she like?" Dean looked at them confused.

"What do you mean?" Roman shrugged his shoulders. "Well, what does she like to do? Does she like going out?" Dean quickly shook his head 'no.' "Oh no, she hates being in public, especially with all the fans." Roman took note of that in his head.

"Okay so inside. In your relationship, who does all the cooking?" Dean pouted. "Her, why?" A smile came to Seth and Roman's face as they looked at each other. "Good, because that means you're gonna cook her a homemade meal, all by yourself."

Dean's face planted onto the table. "No, I hate cooking." Roman slapped him on his neck. "Nope, you're gonna cook dinner, and apologize to her." Dean nodded his head, but knew deep down inside that he didn't want to, but he'd do anything to get you back.

Dean came back home to a dark, cold, empty house. It's never been like this. Usually it's a bright, smelling good, and full of energy, but with you gone it feels empty.

He went to the kitchen and fished him something to eat, which there were many options, but he didn't know how to cook that. You were always the one to cook for him. He grabbed a beer on the way and went to bed.

1 Week Later

It has been a week and Dean decided to get his act together. Cleaning the house, learning how to cook, he was ready for you to come back to where you belong.

Home.

He called you and to his surprise you answered. "Uh, hi." You sounded awkward as you spoke. "Hey, I just wanted to know if you could come back home. I need to show you something. I totally understand if you're not ready, or if you don't. Wanna talk to me again, but-" You cut off his rambling.

"Yeah Dean, I'll come back. Just give me an hour or 2." You hung up, leaving a smiling Dean. He quickly rushed to the room, fishing out the new outfit Seth and Roman got him.

You unlocked the door, Aj following behind you. "Aj, I'll be fine, you can go home now." You tried reassuring your friend. Dean walked around the corner with a bouquet of roses in his hand. "You." Aj pointed at him, walking close to him.

"If you ever land another hand on her, I swear I'll kick your ass. She came to my house at 2 in the morning, crying about how you got drunk and then punched her. You've got some big balls to hit on a woman like that!"

You gently dragged Aj away, forcing her to look at you. "It's okay, if things go bad, I'll call you, okay?" Aj gave one last look to Dean and then nodded her head. "Fine, but call me before you go to bed." You sent her off, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry about her, she's just been really protective ever since- the incident." You took your jacket off and set it on the hanger. "These are for you." Dean held the bouquet out, allowing you to sniff them. You took a sniff, smiling at the smell. "I picked them today."

You set them aside and sat in the chair as Dean held it out. He went to the kitchen and got the plates before serving you both. "I made this earlier. It's just Lasagna." You both dug in, letting out a surprise sound at the taste.

"Oh my god Dean, this tastes good." Dean took in your compliment, continuing to eat. It was silent between the two of you except for some small talk on what you've been doing at Aj's house. Dean set the fork down , the loud clattering known.

"Look Y/n, we both know the real reason why I called you over here." You put your fork down, giving him your attention.

"I know what I did was wrong, but I need you to know that I love you. Even though what I did was unacceptable, and would make any woman leave, hell, even call the police. You don't gotta believe me, or feel any sympathy for my apology. I just want you to know I'm sorry, and that I'll always love you."

You looked at Dean with an unfazed look, almost taunting him. "I don't wanna beg, but I cooked for you, I cleaned the whole damn house, I even went and got out a new outfit, and let me tell you, this is so not my style. Isn't this showing you that I'll do anything to save our relationship?"

You looked at him thinking deep down. He did all this stuff that everyone knows he would never do. He's taking huge risks just to stay and be with you.

"What can I do? I'll call Vince and tell him to take me off work for a couple of months, I'll stop the arguing with you, he'll, I'll even stop drinking, please don't leave me!" Dean then broke down at his last sentence, tears gathering to his eyes.

He quickly wiped them away, not wanting you to see him cry. You huffed, standing up and walking towards him. You took him in your arms, letting his head rest against your chest as you scratched at his scalp. "It's okay, Dean. I forgive you, don't cry." Dean wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed the life outta you.

He couldn't lose you over alcohol. He'll change just to be with you.

Roman Reigns:

Tonight was a very important night for Roman. He has a chance to win the United States Championship against Rusev tonight.

You walked in the locker room and saw the whole Shield sitting down talking. "Hey guys, is it okay if I come in?" They nodded their heads and you sat next to Roman. "Hey baby, how are you feeling about tonight?" You asked, rubbing up and down his tattooed arm.

"Excited, but nervous. I don't wanna lose. Who knows when I'm gonna get another shot at a title?" You frowned at his negative talk. "Hey, don't talk like that. You're gonna go out there, kick ass, and win. Win that belt for the WWE Universe, win it for Seth and Dean, and most importantly, for me."

He smiled at your mini speech, kissing your cheek. "Yeah, you're right." He let out a sigh, closing his eyes. "Don't take offense, but I don't want any of y'all coming out there tonight. I need to focus." The boys nodded in agreement, but your face scrunched up. "You don't want me out there?"

Roman looked at you, seeing somewhat of a hurt expression. "Don't take it like that. I love you, but you can't be out there. Rusev might use you as an advantage, or you could be a distraction." Your mouth dropped open, you standing up fast.

"Why would you think I would be a distraction, let alone let Rusev use me against you? Do you not trust me?" Roman shook his head. "No Y/n, you know what I mean, stop trying to make it something it isn't." You grabbed your bag, walking to the door.

"Fine, good luck winning the belt. I'll show you I'm not a distraction!" Roman called out your name, but you were already walking down the hall. Roman brushed your reaction off, getting up and going to the gorilla for the match.

You and the boys did what was told, sitting back in the locker room and watching his match. Fans were excited for this, wanting Roman to shut Rusev up. "You think he's gonna win?" Dean asked, watching as Roman hit Rusev with a closeline. "He's gotta focus, and not let Rusev overpower him."

Seth reasoned, eyes growing wide when he saw Lana running down the ramp. "Wait, what's Lana doing?" You perked up at the question, watching as Lana ran down the ramp in her white heels.

Lana got in the apron, yelling at the referee, grabbing his attention. "Oh hell no." Before Seth and Dean could stop you, you ran out the door, and into the entrance way. Fans cheered as you came running, swiping Lana's leg from the apron, her face slamming on the mat.

The referee began yelling at you two to break it up. "Y/n, what are you doing out here?!" You heard Roman yell as you beat Lana down. "Did you not understand what I-" Roman's sentence was cut off when Rusev turned him around, and hit him with a Machka Kick.

Rusev tugged at the referee to count and that was it.

"1, 2, 3."

You looked up in shock seeing Roman on the ground, holding his head while Rusev grabbed his title and exited the ring. You quickly slid in, to Roman's side and Lana and Rusev stalked up the ramp with a smile.

Boo's could be heard around the arena as they taunted you and Roman. Roman staggered to his feet, breathing hard. "Ro, are you okay?" You tried putting a hand on his arm, but he shrugged you off, leaving the ring without a glance back to you.

'Oooos' erupted as Roman walked away, leaving you in the ring.

You followed after him backstage. "Roman wait!" Roman kept walking, ignoring your voice. "Ro, baby, stop walking so fast." Roman made it to the locker room, Seth and Dean, nowhere in sight.

"Okay, now that we're alone, we need to talk about this." Roman's head snapped to you, anger in his eyes. "No, WE don't need to talk about anything. You had one job, one fucking job and you couldn't do that. I said DON'T come out there, and what'd you do? You came out there."

You flinched at the loud tone of his voice. "Roman, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know you were watching me. Maybe if you were watching Rusev and not me, you would've won." Your tone came firm at your statement, watching as Roman slowly walked to you. "What did you just say to me?"

You opened your mouth to repeat it. "I said if you were watching Rusev instead of me, you would've won." You felt bold saying it, but all your confidence flew out the window when Roman's hand came to your throat, cutting your air circulation off.

"Watch how you talk to me! I told you not to come out there! Listen to me when I tell you something!" Your hand was around his wrist, squeezing and tugging for him to release you. He eventually did, walking away to the bathroom. You looked at where he was in disbelief, holding throat.

He just hurt you.

Without any words in your throat, you left out, running down the hall to your friend Paige. You knocked on the door repeatedly, tears in your eyes. She opened the door with a worried face. "Y/n, why are you crying, come in!"

She tugged you in her locker room, sitting you down on the couch and grabbing water. "What happened? Talk to me." It took you a moment, but you got it out. "He choked you?" You nodded your head, showing her your neck, the large handprint..

"This isn't good, Y/n. You need to leave him, call the police, tell Vince, do something!" You were quickly to disagree with her words. "No! I can't. I love him." Paige looked at you like you were crazy. "Y/n listen to yourself! He just choked you, he could've killed you and you want to stay with him?"

Your head hung low, as you answered. "I know what he did was wrong, but he was mad. We all go a little mad sometimes, don't we?" You tried to get a laugh at the famous movie quote, but there was no smile cracking from Paige. "I'm serious, this is no time to joke around. Imma go talk to him." You just sat there as Paige left the room, knowing you couldn't stop her.

Paige didn't knock on Roman's door, busting right open to see him sitting on the couch. "Roman fucking Reigns, you're a real bitch!" Paige went crazy, slapping him, until she was out of breath. "Well, I deserved that."

Paige gave him a look. "You think? Who do you think you are to be choking any girl? Especially when it's your girlfriend. Y/n has done NOTHING to you, but supports you. She was trying to help."

Roman sat there silent like a kid getting scolded by his teacher. "If you weren't so busy yelling at her and watching Rusev you probably would've won the belt." Roman groaned, hands covering his ears. "Stop, Y/n said the same thing!"

Paige let out a breath. "She's right. Why did you choke her? You should've just yelled at her, told her to leave you alone." Roman quickly added, "And I did. I told her that I needed some space and I didn't want to talk to her, but she kept pushing me."

It was silent between the two. "You're lucky she didn't tell Vince or call the police." She was about to leave the room, but he stopped her. "Paige, tell her we need to talk when she's ready, please?" Paige listened to him and left to you.

The moment she opened the door you stood up. "What happened? What did you do? What did he say?" She gently pushed you backwards so you landed on the couch. "Woah, calm down, I just talked to him." You waited for her to continue.

"He said he kept telling you he needed space and for you to leave him alone, but you wouldn't stop." You nodded your head. "I just wanted to help him calm down." You sadly said, rubbing your hands over your face. "He also said he wants to talk to you when you're ready."

You looked at her when she said that. "Should I?" Paige shrugged her shoulders. "It's up to you. That's your relationship. If you wanna stay with him go talk to him, but if not you need to tell him." You took in her words, thinking hard. "I need some time."

Time turned into a week. You really thought hard about this. You love Roman with everything in you, but is he worth the risk of your life? You got up and dressed and went to his home, knocking on the door.

The door opened revealing a tired looking Roman. Dark bags under his eyes, he smiled. "Hey." You returned his smile. "Hello." He stepped aside, letting you in. You walked in, sitting on the living room couch. "Do you want something to eat or drink?" You politely declined, and he joined you.

The room was quiet for a few seconds before you decided to speak up. "We don't need any foreplay. We both know what happened last week." He nodded his head in agreement. "I've had a week to think about us, but I wanna hear your plea first."

Roman cleared his throat. “I know I should've never put my hands on you, especially to choke you, but I wasn't in the right state of mind that night. You were there after I told you not to, I got distracted, and lost my temper. And I'm not using that as an excuse. I can see if you don't wanna be with me, let alone friends. I'm supposed to protect you. I promised your parents to protect you with everything in me, only for it to be me who’s hurting you. I just feel like I'm such a shitty boyfriend."

A frown came to your face as he continued to speak. "You should just break up with me, call the police, tell Vince to fire me. I ain't no man." You scooted closer to him, cupping his cheeks in your hand.

"Listen to me Ro, even though you did something that is unacceptable, that doesn't change the fact that you're a great boyfriend. I'm sorry that I was trying to help after you told me not to, but I just wanted to be useful to you."

You both sat in silence, taking in each other's words. “I wanna stay with you, but we gotta take things slow, like turtle slow. I need to regain my trust. I was so scared that day. I thought you were gonna kill me.” Roman’s eyes grew wide at your confession. “I would never, but I can see why.”

You ran your hand over his knuckles. “Just take it slow, real slow.” He kissed your knuckle as a thank you.

Seth Rollins:

You walked down the halls, making your way to Seth's locker room.

You just finished an important match that's giving you an opportunity for the Divas Championship.

You opened the door to see Seth sitting on the couch typing on his phone, and TV off. "Hey baby, did you see my match?" You asked, breathing heavy.

Seth grumbled a response, continuing to type away. "Seth?" Seth ignored you, eyes still glued to his phone. "Seth!" Seth's eyes snapped up to you. "What!?" He screamed just as loud as you. "Did you hear me?" Seth stood up, nodding his head.

"Yeah, something about going to the catering? Look, I have to go meet a friend, I'll talk to you later." He placed a kiss on your cheek and walked away.

You stood there looking confused. What was on his phone? Why did all of a sudden he had to go 'meet a friend?' Why couldn’t he tell you who it was? You brushed your questions off and decided to take a shower to cool down and get the sweat off you.

You washed up and made your way to the catering. You walked in and saw Roman and Dean sitting at the corner table, Dean devouring a plate of pizza. "Hey boys." Roman greeted you and Dean waved. "Damn Dean, is it good?" You giggled as he grunted. You looked around the room for Seth.

When you got out of the shower he said he would be here. "Have you guys seen Seth?" Roman answered, "Yeah, he was here before you came, but left after getting a text or something." You stayed silent, taking in the information Roman told you. Again with the phone thing and leaving.

Just then Seth walked in, taking a seat next to you. "Hey guys, what are we talking about?" Dean cut in. "Oh, we were talking about how you were-" You quickly stopped Dean from talking. “About how good you're gonna be in your match next week."

You awkwardly laughed, smiling at Seth's suspicious look. "Anyways, when I was on my way here I overheard some staff members talking about how Donald Trump is supposed to-." Seth didn't finish his story before Becky came up to him, tapping him on his shoulder.

"Seth, can we talk?" Everyone's attention went to Becky as Seth looked at her. "Yeah, let's go somewhere more private." Without hesitation he stood up, going with her.

It was silent as you and the boys wondered what just happened. "Did Becky just take our boy away?" Dean asked, breaking the silence. "Yeah, yeah she did." Roman said, chuckling in disbelief. "Guys, I know this might sound crazy, but I think Seth might be cheating on me."

Dean and Roman looked at you like you were crazy. "I know, I know, you may be thinking 'why?' It's because he's been glued to his phone recently, not watching my matches, and I have a feeling it's with Becky." You sighed, running a hand over your face.

This was all too stressful for you right now. "I think I'm gonna head to the hotel early, I'll talk to y'all next week." The boys let you go, seeing sadness in your eyes.

Next week came around the corner and boy were you excited. The chance to win the title against Aj was here. You've trained for this day to come and now that it's here you can't wait.

You were standing at the gorilla with Seth, Roman and Dean, doing your stretches. "Don't stress out, okay? You're gonna win that title for yourself." Roman said, shaking you by the shoulders. "And for us!" Dean added, a laugh erupting from all of you.

Seth was about to say something, but his phone dinged. "Oh guys I gotta go, good luck babe." He left, walking down the hall. You watched as Seth walked away, a sad look on your face. "Hey, focus on your match and then you'll get back to him." You nodded your head continuing your stretches until it was time.

It seems like their pep talk did wonders because you came up winning the title. You were crying with tears of joy, standing up tall with the title. Aj sat on the mat, throwing a fit while screaming, but you didn't care. You just won your first ever title.

You stayed out for a while before heading backstage. The first people who met you were Dean and Roman. Dean engulfed you in a hug, squeezing you tightly. "Dean, please let me go. You're squeezing the life outta me." Dean compiled, letting you go following a hug from Roman.

"We're so proud of you. You got your first ever gold while being in the shield!" You smiled thanking them once more. "Have you guys seen Seth?" Their smiles dropped fast. "No. He hasn't come back since you left." A frown came to your face. He was probably watching the match from his locker room. "It's okay I'll go see him."

You entered his locker room, seeing he wasn't there. "Seth?" You called out, looking around. You spot his phone on the table. You picked it up, it turned on when a notification came up. It was Becky texting him. You tried to open his phone, but it was locked with a password.

You then tried to open it with his password, but it didn't work. He changed it? You were too invested in his phone that you didn't hear Seth's footsteps coming to you. "Y/n, what are you doing with my phone?" You turned around seeing him. "I won my match!" You showed him your title, with a smile.

"Okay, now please give me my phone." Your smile dropped when you noticed he didn't care. "Seth, can I ask you something?" His eyes didn't meet yours, with them on his phone. "If I get my phone back, yeah." You let off a breath before asking. "Are you cheating on me with Becky?"

Seth froze as he heard you. "What? Why would you think that?" You dryly chuckled. "You've been glued to your phone like it's your heart. You're always texting her and then leaving, so I'm gonna ask again. Is it Becky?"

You could see anger in his face. "No! I'm not cheating on you. Now give me my phone back!" He reached for it, but you backed away. "No, I don't believe you. Just tell me the truth!" Seth took a deep breath, inching closer to you. "I'm not gonna tell you again, give it back."

You held the phone farther from you. "No, if you're cheating on me I-" You stopped talking when Seth pushed you back, grabbing his phone. Your whole body fell backwards, slamming into the glass table behind you.

The loud thud and glass shattering caught the attention of Seth. You winced in pain as the glass stabbed your skin, blood leaking from your body. Seth dropped his phone. "Y-y/n?" He slowly inched towards you, but you jumped in pain.

Knocks came to the door, following people entering the room. "Seth what did you do!?" Seth's attention turned to Roman and Dean and many other superstars who had the look of horror in their eyes.

He was pushed aside by Vince and Triple H when they came into the room. "Someone call an ambulance!" An ambulance shortly arrived, taking you on a stretcher while everyone looked on. "Seth, you gotta tell us what happened." Vince questioned Seth, but Seth couldn't speak.

His whole body was full of guilt. "I-I-" Dean stood up, getting in his face. "Tell us! Tell us what happened! Why was she covered in her own blood!?" Roman pulled him back, calming him down. "I-I pushed h-her." Silence filled in the room as Seth walked away.

He ignored the calls from people and kept walking. He needed to be alone.

It's been 2 days since you came to the hospital and the only people that had came to see you were Roman, Dean, your bosses, and parents. You were kind of bummed out that Seth hasn't come, but at the same time glad.

You don't know how you're gonna face him. A knock at the door made you sit up slightly. Walked in was a nurse with pills in a glass of water in her hands. "Hey Y/n, I need you to take your medicine." You took the pills, pushing the glass of water aside. "Just wanted to let you know that you have a visitor. Would you like them to come in?" You nodded your head, closing your eyes.

The nurse walked out and Vince came in. "Hey kid, how ya feeling?" You shrugged your shoulders. "In pain, but it's getting better. The doctor said it would take 2 or 3 weeks for all my cuts to heal." Vince took note of that. "Y/n, did you think he did it on purpose?"

You gave him a questioning look. "Push me?" Vince nodded his head. "Because if you think that, we can press charges, and maybe even fire him." You were quick to dismiss his choices. "No! Please don't! I don't think he did. He just really wanted his phone and I wasn't giving it to him."

Vince didn't know if he should believe you are not, but decided to anyway. "Alright, whatever you say. Imma go and let you get some rest." He left the room, leaving you alone. You stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything that's happened this week.

When you woke up, you felt your hand being squeezed tightly. The sound of sobs came to your ears as you turned your head. It was Seth sitting in the chair, holding your hand while crying.

"Seth?" He jumped at the sound of your voice, standing up quickly. "S-sorry to bother you. I'll be l-leaving now." Before he could take 3 steps you stopped him. "Seth, don't go." He stopped in his tracks. "Sit." He compiled, sitting in the spot from earlier.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, looking down at your body littered with cuts and bruises. "50/50. Hurt, but not too bad." He watched as you sat up from your spot, giving him your full attention. "I'm pretty sure you know why I'm here."

You nodded your head. "There's no words that can describe how sorry I am. I didn't know there was a table behind you. I just wanted my phone, I didn't want you to find out!"

Your face turned into confusion at the last part of his sentence. "Find out about what?" Seth shook his head, sniffing the tears away.

"Me and Becky have been talking about ways to help our relationship out. I've been noticing how upset you've been looking and how drained you are, so I asked her for help since y'all used to be friends in NXT. It was supposed to be a surprise for our anniversary."

Your mouth dropped open in shock. That's why he's been so secretive. No wonder she's been asking you what things would make you happy and always talking to your parents behind your back. "Oh my Seth, I'm-'' Seth cut you off, knowing what you were gonna say.

"No, I should be the one apologizing. I lost my temper over my phone and look at where it got us." You let out a sigh seeing how hurt he was. Taking your hand in his and intertwining before giving a squeeze. “We can try again, but no more hiding phones, and let’s take it slow.” He thanked you repeatedly, kissing your hand. “Thank you, I promise I’ll be more honest with you.”

You both fell asleep that night in relief.

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Mr roboto

Cyborg!Roman Reigns x Esme (OC)

"I am the modern man, who hides behind a mask, so no one else can see my true Identity!"

Warnings: sci Fi, smut, angst, errors I may have missed.

Word count: 2,737

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @romanreignshairdresser @weirdgirl16355 @wrestlingprincess80

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To say I hated cyborgs would be an understatement! My parents were murdered by one many planet rotations ago. I was only 5 years old and was sent to live with my aunt and uncle. When my uncle was alive, things were somewhat better. I was put in therapy to help me deal with my parents death. Then, just before my 18th birthday my uncle passed away. After his funeral his wife completely changed. It was as if his death was what she had been waiting for. I was sent to the starship, a place people go just before their drafted into the space academy.

The space academy was where we went to train to be engineers. I thought we'd be working on space equipment but I would soon find out that the reason my aunt sent me here was to rub in my face that cyborgs killed my parents. I was being forced to keep the very beings who killed my parents well maintained because we had gone to another planet and started a war with a species 3x as advanced as ours. Great another fuck up I have to fix!

When we arrived to the space academy I'd be assigned to my cyborg and that would be who I'd be with throughout the mission. We'd be sharing quarters together as well. "His ass better be sleeping on the couch!" I mumbled to myself.

"what was that cadet?" My superior officer asked, daring me to repeat myself.

I sighed heavily "nothing, sir!"

He gave me a stern look "go to the main hall. You'll be meeting your cyborg there!"

"yes sir!" I said walking away "please don't let this be a total disaster!"

When I reached the main hall, it was filled with all the other cadets and people I didn't recognize. We're these the cyborgs? Some of them we're quite attractive.

"Esme! I've been waiting for you!" Danny said. Danny was one of the few friends I'd made in the academy. Her mom had sent her here since she loved robotics but I don't think she understood what exactly this was. These weren't just robots, they were cyborgs! Half human, half machine!

"hey Danny!" I smiled, leaning in to give him a hug "I recognize a lot of these people but a lot of them I also don't! Who are they?"

"the cyborgs!" Danny smiled "its so cool! They don't even look it!" Danny's blissful ignorance was at times my light in a room of darkness but this was different. She didn't know just how dangerous they coupe be. I had to control my temper and not go off because Danny was one of the few who knew I hated cyborgs but with good reason.

My superior walked away Into the main and everyone immediately stood at attention, I took my sweet time but eventually did to.

He walked to the intercom, taking it from it's holster "it's time for all of you to meet your cyborgs!" He said. I sighed heavily. I'm probably gonna get paired with some prison looking motherfucker named bubba!

"Danny!" As her name was called Danny smiled and ran up to the front of the main hall. A tall brunette woman was standing next to our superior "this is your cyborg, C00987!" Danny walked with her cyborg to where everyone else was sitting. A few had already met there's and it was finally my turn "Esme!"

I walked to my superior. Who was that next to him? Was that my cyborg? I hadn't seen him in here the whole time! He was gorgeous! "Esme, this is your cyborg C980012!" He reached his hand out to shake mine. Hesitantly, I shook his hand and despite what I expected it wasn't a overly firm handshake. He was quite gentle.

No Esme! Dont fall for it! His kind killed your parents! "Well!" My superior said clapping his hands together "it's getting late and we should all head to our quarters for the night!" I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes. I wasn't looking forward to this! "Come on! Let go!" I said to my cyborg, leading him to where I slept.

I put my hand on the panel next to my room, opening the door "this is where I sleep!" I said pointing to my bed "you can sleep wherever you wish just not next to me!"

"I may be a machine but I sense that you have some hostility towards me and I'm not entirely sure i understand why!" He said.

"I don't like anyone!" I said, trying to play it off.

He looked at me puzzled "I saw you talking to that one ginger girl, Danny was her name if I remember right!"

I sighed "look the less you know about me the better. I'm only here because I was forced to be, not because I want to be. I just wanna get this don and over with!" I said sitting on my bed.

"my processors tell me your stressed and I can smell anger In your pheromones. What's making you so angry?" He said putting his hand on my back. Instinctively I flinched away "don't touch me!" I yelled.

He threw his hands up in surrender "alright! I'm sorry!"

I laid down on my bed "there's a couch over there!" I said pointing at the window "get off my bed and leave me alone!"

His face looked genuinely hurt by what I said. A cyborg who feels emotion? Was he different from the others? I pushed the thought out of my mind and closed my eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning

When I woke up and realized what had happened the night before, I looked around the room for him. He was still sitting on the couch, fully dressed and staring at me.

"you know it's not nice to stare at people!" I said. He didn't respond, he didn't move. What the fuck? Did he shut down during the night? I suddenly heard what sounded like a computer firing up. His eyes lost their glossy look "hello!" He smiled.

"is that how you cyborgs sleep?" I asked.

"if you wish to call it that then yes!" He said.

I rolled my eyes and walked to my closet. His footsteps gave away that he was walking towards me "I really don't know what I've done to make you be so rude to me!" He said.

I sighed "I really don't wanna talk about it! Like I said, I'm only doing this because I have to!"

"perhaps if you did talk about it it might make you feel better. I'm not here to hurt you!" He smiled.

"you may not be but your kind did!" I said.

"what do you mean?" He asked, confusion on his face.

Realizing what I said I knew I was gonna have to tell him now. I sighed heavily "a cyborg killed my parents!"

He hung his head "I'm sorry!"

"yeah, well I told you I didn't wanna talk about it but you kept pushing! Thanks for opening up my old wounds!" I said slamming the closet door shut, walking away.

"Esme!!" He yelled, his voice deepened.

I stopped "what?" I said looking over my shoulder at him.

"I'm not here to hurt you!" He said, putting a hand on my shoulder "I'm not the cyborg who killed your parents and I'm sorry that happened to you. I can't make up for what happened but please dont act like I'm not half human!"

I hung my head. He was right. For the first time I was the one who was apologizing, even though he didnt have to in the first place "I'm sorry!" I said. He'd been so nice to me even though I was incredibly rude to him.

"shall we start this over?" He asked with a smile.

"I don't see why not!" I smiled back.

He extended his hand out to me "I'm C980012 but all the other cyborgs call me Roman!"

I reached my hand out to his, his handshake still as gentle as the first time "I'm Esme!" I smiled.

He smiled back "let's head down to the main hall, I'm sure they have a whole marage of things for us to do!"

Later that night.....

Finally leaving the main hall, Esme was exhausted. The snide comments from the other cadets about how she was forced to work with the very beings who killed her parents made her blood boil and having to hide that she was upset took its toll on her, but for the first time she wasn't angry at Roman. She realized he had nothing to do with her parents death. She still didn't trust him but her anger towards him had settled. As they headed back to her quarters Esme's words started to become slurred causing Concern to grow on his face.

"Esme, you look exhausted! Do you want me to carry you back to your room?" He asked her.

"I'm fine, I just need some sleep!" She half smiled, her eyes heavy. A few more steps and her body gave out and he caught her before she fell to the floor. His reflexes far quicker and sharper then hers. He carried her to her quarters, laying her on the bed before sitting on the couch.

A cyborg wasn't supposed to fall for a human. It was forbidden and he knew he still had a lot to prove to gain her trust but he was willing to try.

The next morning

Esme's POV

I woke up and saw Roman in the same position he was a few nights ago. Looking lik he was staring at me. I remembered that's how cyborgs slept and walked over to him, waving my hand in front of his face. The glossiness In his eyes faded and I could hear his hard drive firing up "hello Esme!" He smiled.

I'm still not use to that!" I smiled "I need to get dressed and then we'll head to the training room!"

I headed to my changing room and changed into my flight suit. I had been so rude to him and the fact that he still treated me with kindness made me regret ever treating badly. I still didn't trust him but he was growing on me. I wondered why he put up with me for so long. A lot of things were going through my head but I had to push them aside for now. I headed out to where he was "let's head out!" I smiled, putting my hand on the panel to my room. As the door opened, I saw my superior officer and other trainees standing there.

"Esme come with us!" He said grabbing my arm. His grip was tight and instinctively I tried to pull away. It only made his grip tighter.

"What the fuck is going on? Let me go!!" I yelled. Roman must've heard my yelling because moments later I saw my superior slammed against the wall and his hands wrapped around 2 of the trainees necks. The 3rd one came up behind him with a knife in hand "Roman look out!" I yelled. The trainee swing the knife, slicing Romans chest, revealing the metal underneath his skin. The trainees face was covered in fear and he dropped the knife and tried to flee. Roman was to quick and in only a few strides caught up to him.

"Esme, run to your quarters! You don't need to see this!" He said, his eyes never leaving the trainee.

But what about-" I tried to say before he cut me off.

"Esme! Run!!" He yelled. The tone of his voice sending chills down my spine. I knew what was coming and though I knew this time a cyborg was killing to protect me, it didn't stop the memories running through my head. I ran to my quarters as fast I could, not once looking back. I heard screams of terror and covered my ears. My heart pounding in my chest. Moments later it stopped and all was quiet. I didn't dare move. What if something happened to Roman? A knock soon sounded on my door "Esme?" I recognized his voice and braced myself for what I might see on the other side.

I put my hand on the panel and the door opened. The cut on his body had healed, no trace of them anywhere. No blood, no wounds.

"are you ok?" I asked "I saw him cut you with a knife and the shine of metal under your skin! What happened to the cut?"

"my nanocytes!" He said "I naturally heal far faster then you humans do!"

"nanocytes?" I asked.

"cyborg immune system more or less!" He said "are you alright? You're trembling!" He said running his hand along my arm, goosebumps forming as he moved.

A lot of bad memories wer brought back" I said trying to fight back tears "I know you were protecting me but it doesnt stop the memories of my parents being murdered from flashing in my head!"

"I'm sorry Esme!" He smiled, putting his hand on my face. "I-" what needed to be said was no longer said with words but with his lips, connecting with mine. Every bit of anger I ever felt towards him in that moment had vanished and was replaced with desire.

His hands, recently used to destroy were so gentle on my skin. Lifting me up by my waist was effortless for him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, was I really about to do this? What kind of hold does he have on me? Why was in the only one he was gentle with? So many things going through my head but lust clouded it all. I would away from his beautiful lips, his eyes clouded with lust and want. In that moment I knew he was who I wanted. I didn't care.

"I need you!" I groaned.

"What do you need? My cyborg cock in your human pussy?" He growled. The tone of his voice made my whole body shiver. I bit my lip "yes, sir!"

When he got to my bed, the gentleness he laid me down with only heightened my need for him "these need to come off!" He growled, pulling at my clothes, yanking them off my body in one tung. I kept forgetting at times with how gentle he was that he was half machine and moments like that reminded me that out of all the people here, I was the one he chose to be gentle with. I was completely naked In front of him, underneath him, at his mercy. With what seemed like a gentle tung he yanked his sweatpants off, throwing them to the side "are you ready baby girl?" He growled as he kissed along my jawline, down my neck. He had already ruined me for any other man, no one would ever compare to the pleasure he had given me, no one, human or cyborg would be able to duplicate.

I nodded my head, ready for him to complete me. Sliding himself through my folds, teasing me, getting me ready for him, he slowly slid inside me, giving my body a chance to adjust. I groaned in pain for just a moment, his size bigger then any human man I'd ever had. "Shh, it's alright! Let the pleasure take over!" He cooed. My body relaxed at his words, allowing him to fully enter me.

"So fucking tight!" He growled, kissing down my neck, his kisses forming goosebumps on my skin as he went. Slowly he pulled all the way out, before slamming back into me, loud moans escaping my lips involuntary "that's it baby! Let go!" He growled in my ear "milk my cyborg cock with your pussy! Let me fill you!"

Fuck! I dug my nails into his back, my body releasing all the tension that had built over the last few weeks.

"Uhn! Fuck! You milk my cock so good baby!" He growled, releasing his seed Inside me, riding out our orgasms together. Slowly he stilled inside me, not wanting to let me go. He looked at me, a smile on his beautiful face "I love you, Esme!"

I smiled back "I love you to, Roman!"

I once hated cyborgs because of the heartache and violence one brought into my life, I never thought I would fall in love with one.

Domo arigato, Mr roboto!

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cinnamonglrls · 8 months

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all the pills that you take to keep me at arms length don't work [rr.]

pairing: roman reigns x fem!reader.

warnings: asshole roman. toxic work relationship. injury. angst. sunshine jey.

summary: an accident that occurs backstage seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back for Isabel.

wc: 2.6k.

an: the idea for this story literally made me create this account i kid u not. happy reading & leave some comments if u liked it. ♡🦋💗💞

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MONDAY NIGHT RAW.

It was the reverberation of your shrill cry once your body weight leveled out on your ankle that spared you his once-over.

He’s been a complete dick to you since he’s met you to say the least, and even more so since creative pitched the concept between you two. But this?

This is absolutely unacceptable.

Just five month ago in Seattle, you were apart of a promo segment where Roman, Cody, and his entourage get into a heated debacle. Roman was supposed to clear the premise and you were supposed to slide out the bottom ring at the first sign of trouble, but instead you remained in the ring— stuck in a corner due to missed timing. Gradually you found yourself in the center with your back facing his and then simultaneously you two turned to faced one another, chests heaving at the adrenaline of destruction and the electrifying energy zapping throughout the arena.

To the camera, you were a deer caught in headlights. A damsel in distress, the seemingly next prey of wrestling entertainment’s most notorious apex predator.

In reality, you were a deer caught in headlights. An amateur who’s incident of pure human error just so happened to unfurl on live television and in front of wrestling veterans.

However, to your luck, the twenty-two second clipped segment went ultra-viral and not for the reasons you feared it would.

It was the smoldering smoke and fire between you two the clip unveiled that sent it globetrotting. A furrowed-brow herculean Roman, wet hair curtaining the frame of his face as he’s stopped dead in his track of demolition because of the presence of a sultry femme fatale a mere handful of inches before him.

Roman — like a seasoned professional — ended up slowly backing away before exiting the ring without removing his eyes from yours with The Wiseman hot on his tail, as if this was the exact way the segment was supposed to conclude. But this would kickstart the beginning of an extremely hostile and deeply uncomfortable work relationship between you and him.

He’d made it no secret that he was no fan of yours.

He was cold in every sense of the word. He’d spend majority of his free time backstage and in the lounges with your co-workers, chatting it up and cracking jokes. It was merely the addition of your presence in any room that would sour his demeanor. At first this was very unsettling for you especially due to your deep unrealistic desire to be liked by every human you cross paths with, but eventually Becky clued you in to the rumors that creative had pitched him an idea about a potential romance between you two after keeping a close eye on the brewing demand and spiked viewership. Apparently, out of respect for his wife, when he was negotiating his contract he’d requested a clause stating that he would be excluded from any future romantic narratives.

Still, stomachs grumbled for the story and viewership was gradually skyrocketing as a result of even crumbs of you two in the same frame. Roman’s wishes be dammed, according to management.

So then it began. Five months of a meticulous slow-burn. Five months of animosity. Five months of him disregarding your entire existence if there wasn’t a cameraman within a ten-foot radius. Five months of zero rehearsals despite your persistent request to prevent another blunder like that night in Seattle. Five months of snide remarks and passive aggressive comments beneath his breath. Throughout it all you made sure to hold all your grievances close to your chest and take it all to the chin, as its simply your nature to do so. Everyone knew you as the roster’s sweetheart, too reserved to really hold your ground. It was the what made those around you want to protect you so adamantly.

Ultimately you made peace with the state of your turbulent relationship with your coworker.

But there is nothing quite peaceful about the agonizing white-hot sensation shooting up the tendons in your right calf right now.

You messily crumble to your feet, your hands immediately cupping the compromised heel as your shrill cry perks his ear, stopping Roman dead in his tracks.

Tonight’s segment was supposed to be swift and hurried, you were supposed to be approached by Cody and a couple women backstage. The gist of the idea was Cody would sic the women on you as he’d know Roman was quite fond of you and they’d do some damage. Roman would then soar to your rescue, brawl with Cody and scare them off and it would end with him carrying you away bridal-style as one of the women would have fucked your leg up pretty badly.

Tossing you off of him the millisecond the camera stopped rolling was never apart of the script.

Your voice is a wail yet still a burning red-hot flame, “what the fuck is wrong with you!” You can tell both by the shocked expression written on his face and the hesitant step forward he just took that he doesn’t exactly know what to do at the moment and that he didn’t intend on causing you any harm, but that doesn’t quell the hell you’re about to raise.

You’ve had it up to your wits end.

He tries to say something that you can’t quite hear because the radiating pain shooting from your ankle is too distracting to do anything but heave and whimper as your hands hover over your ankle as if doing so will prevent any further damage. Roman tries to lower and sit on his haunches, looking immensely out of his element as this is the most concerned he’s ever been about you since meeting you, “hold o-,”

Gathering the courage to apply your body weight on your other foot as you stand, you immediately scurry to your feet, inhaling a tight gust of air and squeezing your eyes shut. Desperate to distance yourself away from the catalyst of this debilitating pain. Your thunderous voice is the flame to curious moths, attracting stray eyes backstage, “get away from me you piece of shit!” your hand clutches onto a black equipment box for dear life to support your frame in staying upright despite the fact that you’re in no condition to do so at the moment.

You can see Naomi and the twins quickly approaching with concerned expressions at the commotion past Roman’s shoulders as he too begins to stand from his lowered stance. But you don’t allow that to deter your fury-driven tunnel vision, “why is it that you think you’re the first married man who’s had a romance angle? are you and your wife that insecure that a fictitious tale for television would shake the foundation of your weak marriage?”

You can hear a few distant gasps as Naomi and Becky rush to your side once they see the state of your hunched stature and how your hand keeps gravitating back towards your sorry ankle, only half-way overlooking the appalling confrontational tone of your voice as it’s the polar opposite of the timid person they’ve always known you to be. They place each of your arms around the necks and grab your hip, “cmon. Cmon. Medical’s right there on the left Beck.”

His face hardens, his jaw still locked.

“You just sprained my fucking ankle. Answer me!”

“Aye, aye, aye. What’s going on?” Jey stands between you two, placing his palm to Roman’s chest to deescalate the situation. When Becky and Naomi turn you to help you to medic, you mumble something inaudible beneath your breath and wince as everyone who tuned in due to the commotion from wrestlers to venue staff watch you limp away.

Jey turns around to catch the tail end of a brooding Roman flexing his right hand before walking the opposite way.

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Chest heaving and lungs aflame, both of your hands cup your kneecaps when your torso bends forward as you slow down to catch your breath, “shit.”

“You sit on your ass for a couple weeks and lose two decades off your knees? Up.” Becky stalks up to you, kissing her teeth when you breathlessly shake your head and sink your back into the nearest corner of the ring. Since your debut, you can’t count on both hands how many times Becky has consistently either shown up for you and or has taken the fall for you— whether that’s been through showing you the ropes when you were just a new hire or filling the holes during ambiguous social interactions with others backstage. She’s a constant through and through.

You run your tongue over your bottom lip as you glance over your shoulder and scan the empty arena hours before showtime, “you said you’d take it easy on me.”

“I am,” she alters her stance in a fashion that commands your compliance and you sigh out of your nostrils in defeat before pulling yourself out of the corner, bending at your knee and meeting her posture in the middle of the ring. You two roughen each other up for another solid twenty-five minutes before you decide to take another brisk break to take some pressure off your recovering ankle for preventative purposes.

“Izzy motherfuckin’ Osbourne! Say it ain’t so.”

In typical Jey fashion, you hear him before you see him. He’s halfway down the ramp when you and B turn your heads and his direction makes you believe he came from the side stage. The human manifestation of sunlight, you have no choice but to cheese at him, “there she is. That’s what we like to see.” You slide out of the bottom ring and he meets you at the bottom of the ramp with open arms that you just sink into, your arms wrapped around his back. He rocks you two back and forth so sweetly it’s reminiscent of a warm older brother.

You pluck the end of his cropped top when he releases you from his bear hug, “I thought I told you to stay out of my closet.”

His eyes widen, his index finger pointing at you as he looks at B past your shoulder, “she got jokes!” His attention gravitates back to you and specifically your heel— his tone less comedic than the second before, “how she doing?” You nod and spend a minute catching him up on your progress and recovery. He crosses his arms and listens attentively when you detail what your doctors told you and he double checks your confidence about your match later tonight.

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A month and a half.

The fact that it’s been a month and a half since you’ve been overwhelmed by the deafening roar of the crowd is all that you’re mulling about as you walk past the ramp and crossfade backstage after your first match back since your injury, your fingers mindlessly playing with your wristband.

“Isabel.”

You toss a quick glance over your shoulder at the mention of your name, never once stopping your stroll.

You almost want to laugh at the audacity once you see Roman using his back to push himself off the wall near the curtains and if you didn’t know any better you might even say he were waiting for you. You turn around and continue walking, “uh oh. What’s next? My wrist?”

“Can we speak?” his tone is so authoritative that even his questions sound like statements.

“We’re speaking.”

The close proximity of his voice clues you in to the fact that he’s definitely following you and as agitated as you are, last month’s confrontation diffused almost everything you were internalizing since that first night in Seattle. You don’t have anything left to say to him. Roman sighs at your stubbornness when you push the door of your locker room open as you finally reach it, “please.”

Begrudgingly, you enter the dressing room— blind to the way his vigilant eyes swiftly scan the hallway clear of wandering eyes before he follows after you.

He’d never admit it out loud but he’d recently formed a nasty habit of bitting his fingernails raw in an unhealthy attempt to relieve tension he doesn't seem to want to pinpoint the source of. In fact, he’s formed a scroll of destructive habits here recently if the bags beneath his lower lash line are any indication. He hovers near the arm of your black velveteen sofa when you gravitate to your vanity and push your hair behind your ears, briskly removing the backs of your earrings.

“You got a haircut.”

Your fleeting eyes meet his in the reflection of your vanity mirror like a lock and key, your hands busy at your ears. Silent at his observation.

“You didn’t answer my message.”

You hum in acknowledgement. You didn’t. Why would you? You didn’t have anything left to say to him and everything you had bottled up prior, you unloaded like a sniper the second you landed on your ankle wrong due to his negligence. You’ve never been a fan of apologies anyway. What’s the point when the damage is already done?

“I know.”

“Why?”

You don’t answer.

“I didn’t mean to do that. You know that.”

“Do I?”

“Isabel.”

His tone is different; nearly pleading. You don’t answer.

He sighs out from his nose and you watch him lower himself to sit on the couch, his dark fitted-cargos enveloped burly thighs spread and his elbows settled on his knees. He’s spent longer than he would ever like imagining how this conversation was going to pan out when you’d return. The depth of his regret is far greater than his ability to ever express it, “I’m trying here.”

Your stomach contracts at the intensity of his gaze that you can just feel so you keep your lips sealed. Your don’t know if its because you don’t know what to do with yourself or because you want to see him suffer a little longer. Or both.

“Why’d you cut your hair,” he tries again, his voice softer.

“Why’s it matter?”

He shrugs, “I liked it.”

“Then thank god I cut it.”

Roman chuckles, his index finger and thumb glides across his chiseled beard.

He can see you struggle to stifle a smile at your corny joke in the reflection of the mirror as you roll your wristband off your forearm.

“… Twins won’t shut up about you.”

This compels you to turn around, your arms crossed on your chest. The less-than-impressed look on your face makes him shrug obliviously, “I don’t know how to act. My bad. This is weird. I’m sorry. Man. I mean it. Even if it wasn’t my intention, you didn’t deserve that shit. That made me feel like shit for a long time. Tried to reach you after but you weren’t receptive and I get it but… you gotta know. As coworkers in an organization this hazardous, our trust and faith in one another is critical. That’s the bottom line and I fucked that up. I did.” He looks at his phone when it rings it and mindlessly silences it.

You take a deep breath at his vocalized stream of consciousness, a little startled at his honorable regard as the only regard he’s ever reserved for you before the incident were short sentences and cold withdrawn interactions. Your stomach tightens at his first genuine acknowledgement and accountability for his transgressions. You look at the floor as your fingertips flex against your arms, too intimidated to meet his eyes again for reasons unbeknownst to you.

“Thank you.”

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pt 1 <3. ♡

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inagetawaycarxo · 11 months

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You’re On Your Own, Kid ❪ Roman Reigns ❫

PAIRINGS: Roman Reigns x F!Reader

FEATURING: Roman Reigns, Y/n, other wrestlers, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso.

SYNOPSIS: Y/n comes back after being away from an injury to find out everything has changed, that he has changed.

WARNINGS: angst, anxiety, typical Roman behaviour, he is kind of an asshole, prob crap, errors I missed.

— AUTHORS NOTE: I'M BACK!!!. I hope you like it! [repost because tumblr is a being a jerk again!]

— DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms. However, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

Y/n let out a deep sigh as she parked her car in the arena car parking lot. Nerves started to get the best of her, as she put her car into park, then put the handbrake up. Turning the key in the ignition. Turning the car off.

Though she made no effort to get out of the car. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. She breathed in and out. Trying to calm her nerves. She hadn’t kept in touch with the rest of the shield. She knew Dean left the same time she sustained an injury. Though the shield was broken up before she left. She just wasn’t sure where Roman and Seth stood with each other. She didn’t watch wwe after she left, she wanted to focus on her recovery. Plus, watching wrestling only made her heart hurt more that she was injured and couldn’t wrestle. She wasn’t sure how they would react to her coming back. In her mind, she hoped they could reform The Shield again. Sure, it would be hard, but they were the best faction in wwe.

She took a deep breath in and out, before collecting herself. She took the keys out of the ignition and took her seatbelt off. Then grabbed her gym bag. Her shaky hand grabbed the car door handle, opening the car door. She got out of the car. Shutting the door. Her heart hammering faster. Her palms were clammy. She locked her car. She started to walk to the stadium. Her anxiety only grew more with every step.

No matter how many times she breathed in and out, nothing could settle her anxiety.

She made her way to the back door, showing her pass, and the stadium worker let her in. Her breathing got heavier as she made her way in. Gripping the bag strap tightly.

She wanted to find either Seth or Roman, but she got stopped by other co-workers and wrestlers, hugging her tightly and asking her how she is. Telling her it was great to have her back. Though none of them told her about Roman, how he changed. Maybe they didn’t want to see her hurt expression.

Though she appreciated how much they welcomed her back, she wanted to see Seth and Roman. She made her way down a hall. Stopping as she heard her name being called out from behind her. She turned around to see The Usos.

“Y/n/n,” Jey and Jimmy both spoke excitedly. Well shouted. She smiled happily at them.

“It is you,” Jey spoke. Both Jey and Jimmy rushed over to her.

“And I thought it was just rumors,” Jimmy spoke.

Jey and Jimmy hugged her tightly both at once.

“Hey guys,” Y/n spoke. Though her voice was muffled. Neither Jey nor Jimmy let her go.

“We missed you,” Jimmy spoke.

“It hasn’t been the same since you left, you brightened up the room,” Jey spoke.

“How have you been?” Jimmy asked, before she could even reply another voice spoke. It was him, one of the guys she was looking for. But this time it seemed different. It was colder and more distant, it held authority, it was nothing like the voice she heard before she left.

“What are you two doing? Don’t you have a match to get ready for?” Roman snapped.

She felt Jimmy and Jey’s bodies stiffen before they let go of her. Looking behind y/n to see Roman.

Y/n turned to look at Roman. He looked different. His hair was in a neat man bun, he had a beard, and he looked colder. If looks could kill, she would be dead. He looked at his cousins with a cold hard expression. She gulped.

“Yes, tribal chief,” Jey mumbled.

Jimmy gave him a tight-lipped smile. Jey and Jimmy bid you farewell before leaving. Roman finally directed his action to you. His gaze softened a bit before it hardened.

“Hey ro,” She gasped out.

“Hey, y/n/n,” Roman spoke in a soft tone, she smiled slightly. She quickly outstretched her arms and quickly walked to Roman. Wrapping her arms around his body. Resting her head against his chest. It felt nice. Roman hugged her awkwardly. Making her feel a little insecure. She pulled away. Taking a step back.

“You…seem…different,” She spoke. Fiddling with her fingers nervously.

Roman seemed to go back to his cold hard demeanor.

“Things have changed, y/n/n, I’m not the same men you once knew,” Roman spoke.

“I moved on from The Shield, I’m in the bloodline now, and I am the tribal chief, just because you are back that doesn’t mean I’m going to be in a fraction with you, I’m already in one of the best ones of this company, I don’t need you,” He spoke again.

She looked at him with a hurt expression.

“You are on your own, kid, but you have potential, you don’t need me to succeed, I know you are talented, but if you ever need advice, I am here for you,” Roman spoke. He smiled at her, though it seemed forced.

“Come here,” He spoke. Hugging her, though it seemed cold. Her hands were hovering over his sides, her body slightly shaking. The hug didn’t last long before he pulled away.

He said something else, but she couldn’t hear him. All she could hear was white noise. He gave her another fake smile before walking away from her, leaving her devasted. Tears stinging her eyes at how her friend could be so cruel…

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acknowledge-reigns · 6 months

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Apologies (Roman Reigns x OC)

Angst/Fluff.

Description: Roman wants to apologize to Jey for the way he treated him in the bloodline but struggles with expressing his feelings of remorse.

Kayfabe compliant, this is story about Roman not Joe.

You can find my other stories here.

And you can read more of Roman and Lilith specifically here.

Exhausted. He was emotionally exhausted. Lilith gave Roman an encouraging smile as she offered him the glass of Bourbon she'd just poured up for him. Roman's gaze barely leaves the the notebook in his lap. He could do many things. He could spear men twice his size, he could lock in a guillotine in a manner that's practically inescapable, he could break record after record - But to apologize? No. That's different.

"Let me hear it again." Lilith prompted supportively.

Roman sighs and begins to read from his notes, "Jey, I really could've handled things differently and I see how I treated you was unfair..." Roman trailed off, "I can't say this, Lil. I did everything I did for HIM. To elevate him. For our family. Our bloodline. Life isn't fair." Roman said.

"Ro, do you want to fix your relationship with your little cousin or not?' Lilith questioned.

"Of course I do, but I need him to see my side of things too." Roman said.

"Do you think you're struggling to verbalize your emotions because you're afraid of being perceived as weak?" Lilith asked.

Roman thought for a moment, unsure what to say. "I guess that's possible." he shifted uncomfortably. Putting his pride aside wasn't easy. Admitting he could have been a better Tribal Chief at times wasn't easy.

He went through years and years of harassment, of borderline abuse from the WWE Universe before he finally snapped and took what he and his family deserved. Last time he was this vulnerable, the people who were supposed to cheer him on kicked him while he was down.

Seth betrayed him. Hit him in the back with a chair and busted up the shield. He lost his brother that day. Not his friend. His brother. Dean left not long after. Another brother gone. Years pass, he grows fond of Sami Zayn and what does he do? the same thing Seth did. Not just that but in Roman's mind, he successfully turned his cousins against him.

Everybody leaves. No matter how hard he tries. No matter if he's the good guy or the bad guy. That's why he's chosen to simply be THE guy.

The only person he trusts with his heart is Lilith, and even so he's been known to lose sleep wondering if it's a matter of time before he decides she isn't good enough. If he loses the title will she leave? if he's knocked off of the top of the mountain will she still be there?

That's part of why he's so dedicated to extending an olive branch to Jey, even if he feels he's making an absolute fool of himself. He has to be a better man. For Lilith.

"What if you write him an apology letter instead?" Lilith asked.

With that, Roman spent the afternoon penning a letter to his cousin with Lilith by his side soothingly rubbing his broad shoulders for moral support, He sits down at their dining table, a pen in hand and a blank sheet of paper before him. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of a candle casting flickering shadows on the walls. Roman begins to pour his emotions onto the paper. He takes a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the flickering flame of the candle, and begins to write his apology.

"Dear Jey,

I hope this letter finds you well. I've been wrestling with my feelings and regrets, and I find myself needing to express them to you. First and foremost, I want to apologize for my actions and the pain they may have caused you. I may not fully understand your decision to team up with Cody Rhodes, but I realize now why you've decided to leave the bloodline.

I want you to know that my love for our family, our bloodline, has always been at the forefront of my decisions. Every step I took, every move I made, was with the intention of protecting and upholding our legacy. But in doing so, I failed to see the impact it had on you, my cousin, my brother.

I am hurt, Jey. Hurt that you chose to align yourself with Cody Rhodes, someone who I perceive as a threat to our bloodline. It felt like a betrayal. I am hurt that you attempted to take my position as tribal chief. I'm hurt that at every turn whether is be with Sami or with Jimmy or even with Cody you failed to choose my side. But looking back, I realize that family is more important than any rivalry or personal agenda.

I want to mend our relationship, to rebuild the bond we once had. We've faced countless challenges together, and I believe we can overcome this as well. Let's set aside our differences and find a way to heal the wounds that have come between us.

I am committed to making amends, to listening to your side of the story, and to understanding your perspective. I value you, Jey, and I want nothing more than to have you back by my side, fighting alongside me in the ring and in life as my right hand man.

Please know that I am here, ready to talk and listen whenever you are. Let's find a way to move forward together, for the sake of our bloodline.

With love and remorse

- Your Tribal Chief, the head of the table, your cousin.

Roman Reigns"

Roman finishes writing and reads the letter aloud, feeling the weight of his words as he fights back tears. He refused to cry. Lilith reaches out and places a comforting hand on his, offering support and reassurance. She believes that this heartfelt letter will serve as a catalyst for their reconciliation, hoping that Jey will see the sincerity in Roman's words. She knew this was far from easy for him.

Roman takes a deep breath, feeling a mix of vulnerability and determination. He knows that this letter is his best chance to convey his true emotions to Jey, to show him how much he values their bond as family. With Lilith's guidance, he revises a few sentences, ensuring that his apology is genuine and heartfelt.

Once satisfied with the final version of the letter, Roman folds it neatly and tucks it into an envelope. He seals it and places it on the kitchen counter, ready to be delivered to Jey.

"You did good, Ro. You should be proud of yourself." Lilith said.

Roman gives a small, appreciative smile. Her words bring a sense of comfort and validation to his anxious mind. He takes a moment to let her words sink in, feeling a glimmer of pride and gratitude for her unwavering support.

"Thank you, Lil," Roman replies, his voice warm with sincerity. "I couldn't have done it without you by my side."

Lilith reaches over and gently squeezes Roman's hand, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and affection. "You've shown true growth, Roman. It takes strength to acknowledge our mistakes and make amends. I believe in you, and I know that your heartfelt gesture will make a difference."

"The bloodline means everything to me, family means everything to me. I want nothing more than to have Jey back by my side, fighting together."

Lilith's gaze softens as she listens to Roman's heartfelt words. She understands the depth of his desire to mend his relationship with Jey, to restore the unity and strength of their family. She reaches out to gently brush her fingers against his cheek, offering him a reassuring smile.

"Your sincerity will shine through, and I believe that Jey will see it too. Trust in the bond you share, and give him the time he needs. Remember, apologies are just the beginning. It's through actions and consistent effort that true healing and forgiveness can be achieved."

Roman takes a deep breath and nods allowing Lilith's words to wash over him. Her presence and guidance have been instrumental in his journey towards growth and reconciliation. With newfound determination, he sets his sights on the future, ready to do whatever it takes to rebuild the bond with his cousin and bring their family back together. Roman gives a small smile and leans in for a kiss.

Lilith kisses him back with love and passion, "You've got this, Ro." She said.

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romanreignsistheonlydaddy · 4 months

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Resist and bite: part 1

Roman Reigns x Piper (OC)

I put it all in one and added to it.

My wattpad: crimsonprincess74

Warnings: violence, angst, romance, teleportation, errors I may have missed.

Word count: 2.3k

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mindfulofmani

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Romans POV

Seth was once one of the nicest people I knew but the moment he laid eyes on piper his attitude changed. I tried to read his thoughts but he had me blocked. It slowly got worse over time until the day Piper got away and Seth killed the servant girl.

Piper had come rushing to my apartment looking for a place to hide from Seth and I knew if I had gotten involved Seth would come after me as well but I felt bad for Piper. I let her inside and showed her where she could sleep. "Thank you Roman! I really appreciate this!" She smiled.

"Piper, we need to leave in the morning..Seth won't stop until he finds you and now that I've helped you he'll be after me to!" I said

"Where are we gonna go?" She asked.

"I have a friend. We'll be safe at his house for a While until we figure out what to do" I said "get a shower, get some sleep. We have an early start"

No one's POV

Seth had realized Piper was gone. His apartment was a wreck from his destroying everything she owned in a blind rage. "FIND HER" he yelled. "sir we don't even know where she could have gone!" Joey Mercury yelled back.

Seth looked around at the rubble and noticed a small notebook. Pipers address book. Opening it he saw a name he recognized. "Roman? She's friends with Roman?! How did you not know this?" He yelled.

"Sir I don't invade people's privacy!" Joey said.

"Well maybe you should START!!" Seth said pointing his finger into Joey's chest on the last word as he walked to the kitchen island. Joey rolled his eyes at how childish Seth was being.

"What's so important about this girl anyway?" Joey asked.

"She is the key to time!" Seth yelled "right now all I can do is bend it. If time is unlocked there is no limit as to what I can do!" Seth said, his tone growing more irritated. Joey still rolled his eyes. Greed. That's all this was about was Seth's own greed.

Piper's POV

I was so incredibly glad Roman had let me in. I almost didn't think he would. I brought a few things with me for the night. If he hadn't let me in I hadnt figured out what i was gonna do but thankfully I didn't have have to cross that bridge. I went into the bathroom to get a shower, taking my shampoo and other toiletries out of my bag along with a set of pajamas, took my hair out of the pony tail I had and turned the water on. I stepped in the shower feeling the hot water flow over my aching muscles and relaxed into it. The heat felt good. Being able to clean myself felt good.

Flashback

"Did I say you could shower?" Seth yelled.

"I'm sorry I just wanted to be clean! I've worked all day and I'm sticky and sweaty!" I sobbed.

Seth pulled his hand back and slapped me across the face "you can bathe when I say you can! Do I make myself clear?!" He yelled , walking out of the room.

I fell to the floor, my head in my hands trying to hold myself together. The torment this man has put me through was beyond inhumane and I had to get out of here.

End flashback

I remembered a lot of things I would rather forget. The shower washed away the dirt but not the horrible memories. I heard a knock on the door and jumped "Piper? Are you ok?" Roman asked.

"I'm fine!" I yelled back.

"I'm gonna be in the other shower so make yourself comfortable when you're done!" He yelled.

"Thank you!" I yelled back.

Romans POV

I wanted to run in there and scoop her up not caring that she was naked but after what she had just been through I knew it was a Bad idea. Piper was beautiful. How Seth could treat her so horribly I would never understand but Seth has always been hot headed and greedy.

Being his former partner I knew things about him no one else did and that gave me and by association Piper and advantage over him.

I went and got my shower And grabbed the towel off the rack, wrapping it around my waist and walked out into the hallway. I saw Piper in the kitchen looking in the fridge in nothing but a towel. I tried not to stare but it left little to the imagination. Piper was beautiful. Curves, flawless skin, beautiful big brown eyes. I would love to see more. She looked up from the fridge and stared back at me also in Nothing but a towel and bit her lip "like what you see baby?" I smirked.

"Yes! I mean no i-" she stammered "I should go. I'll see you in the morning. She said walking to her room and shutting the door.

I could kick myself right now "good job idiot! Probably scared her off!" I mumbled leaning against the wall. I sighed heavily "I should get some sleep! Maybe things will be better in the morning"

I laid down in bed and shut the light off.

"Roman" I heard a woman's voice whispering and at first thought I was dreaming. "Roman" I opened my eyes And saw Piper had the bed side lamp on in the room "Piper? Are you ok?" I asked.

"I can't sleep. I don't feel safe sleeping alone. Can I sleep in here with you?" She asked. Without hesitation I pulled the cover back for her. She didn't try anything she must've just needed someone else's presence in the room. What the fuck did Seth do to her?

Romans POV

I woke up the next morning with piper snuggled into me and my arm wrapped around her. Her hair was scattered all over her pillow and her face and I had t realized when she came in but she only had underwear and and a top on. She really felt safe with me. I don't know what Seth had done to her but whatever it was it must've been awful.

I slowly pulled my arm off her as not to wake her and got out of bed. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants out of the drawer And headed down stairs to make breakfast. It was gonna be small because we had to leave soon but it would at least be enough to get food in our stomachs.

I grabbed some eggs, bacon, sausage, and hash browns and decided to make breakfast burritos. Quick, eatable on the go. Perfect! I finished cooking and made the burritos and went to wake up piper but she was already at the bottom step when I reached it "good morning" she yawned "I smelled food!"

"Yeah I made breakfast burritos!" I smiled holding up a plate with some on it. "A man that can cook? That's hot?" She winked at me. I made a Mental note.

"We need to get dressed and head out soon" I said.

"What's the rush? If they were gonna find me here wouldn't they have by now?" She asked.

"Seth is sneaky and he'll make you think he doesn't know when he Actually does" I said

"Yeah I know" she said looking away. She put the burrito down "im not hungry anymore. I should go get ready"

When I find out what all that bastard did to her I'll tear him limb from limb myself!

Piper's POV

When Roman said Seth was sneaky it triggered bad memories. Things I thought I had buried but it seemed they were coming back to the surface. Things that would awaken horrible things inside of me that I never wanted to come back. The pain i felt from remember became to much and I stated sobbing uncontrollably.

I heard the door fly open and out of reflex I jumped because the room wasn't what it was before. It wasn't until I heard Romans voice that I realized he wasn't Seth and I wasn't going to get beat.

His strong Arms wrapped Around me "it's ok baby girl! I'm here! Shhh you're safe!" His words soothing and as deep as his voice was it made my body relax.

"Hey I know this may be a lot to ask but what happened with Seth? If you don't wanna talk about it it's fine and I'll be here when your ready" he said gently rubbing my back.

I sighed heavily "I saw him murder the servant girl because she protected me. I was under the bed but she told him I was with you. He picked her up by her hair and in last act of defiance she spit in his face. He told her she'd never know if I was safe or not and snapped her neck and threw her to the side before walking out of the room. How he didn't think to look under the bed I'll never know but after he left I got out of there and ran here"

"Piper I'm so sorry! I had no idea" he said hugging me.

"There's more... A lot more I'm just not ready yet" I said.

He leaned in and kissed my forehead "when you are I'll be here" he smiled at me.

Romans POV

In that moment I wanted to kiss her so bad but she was vulnerable and I wasn't gonna take Advantage of her. Eventually I would tell her how I felt but right now wasn't the time. I don't know how, why or when I fell in love with her but I had and seeing her cry because of Seth broke my heart. I wanted to protect her but I couldn't.

The sound of glass shattering broke me from my thoughts. A brick landed in the floor with a note. I picked it up and read it "I see you!"

"We have to go NOW!" I said running to my room and grabbing my bag and shoving everything I could into it. Piper had done the same before running down the hall "Roman where are we gonna go? There's literally no where!"

"There is!" I smiled "you see this?" I pointed to the ring on my finger "watch!"

I stuck my hand out and spun my Arm in a circle creating a portal "go! It's ok" Piper looked at me hesitantly but went through as I followed right behind her before closing the portal. The sound of honking busses and taxis filled out ears "where are we?" Piper asked.

"London!" I smiled "welcome to the UK!"

She smiled back at me "it's beautiful! How did you do that?"

"An old friend taught me" I smiled "speaking of which we're late to meet him! Come on, let's go!"

She followed close behind me walking up the steps of what looked like an old office building "this place looks deserted! Are you sure this is where we're going?" She asked.

"If we're trying to hide from someone do you really think drawing attention to ourselves is a good idea?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Point taken" she said

"Roman! Hello my old friend!" I je as Rd a familiar voice say.

"Steven!" I said giving him a hug.

"And who is this lovely young lady!" He smiled.

"This is Piper. The one I told you about" I said

"Pleasure to meet you Piper" he said giving her a hug. His cloak also hugged her freaking her out a little bit "does the cloak always do that?" She asked.

"The cloak of levitation is a finiky thing. The fact that it hugged you is a good sign!" Steven smiled. "Come we have much to discuss!"

He led us down a long hallway to another part of the building. The kitchen is in there if you're hungry but the staff have dinner ready usually around 630pm. Breakfast is at 730am and lunch is at 1230pm" he said

"A schedule? I like it!" Piper said.

"The staff will show you to your room or rooms whichever you prefer" he smiled.

"Room" we both said at the same time.

Steven smiled a knowing smile "very well"

His staff led us up the stairs and to a room with an old wooden door "Dr strange will see yoi downstairs in 45 minutes, to go e you enough time to get comfortable and any other activities you require"

I looked at piper and winked. Her face got bright red. The butler walked away before we walkes into the bedroom together and sat down on the bed. She looked at me with a smile. I cleared a strand of hair out of her face before resting my hand on her face, rubbing her cheek with my thumb. Without even thinking I leaned in and kissed her and she immediately kissed me back. I pulled her onto my lap, running my hands down her back and grabbing her ass. She moaned into the kiss before reaching for my bun and releasing it letting my hair fall down. She seemed to like my hair down better because she grabbed a handful and deepened our kiss. *Knock knock* the sound at the door made us pull apart instantly "who is it?" I asked

"Sir Dr strange will see you now" the butler said.

I looked at piper "we'll finish this later" I said giving her one last kiss and putting my hair back into its bun. She got off my lap and I got up before yelling to the butler "tell Steven we're in our way down!"

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allmyn1ghts · 5 months

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Shield's First Lady ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The Shield x Fem!Reader (platonically)

Synopsis: just a little hc about being the first and only lady of shield!!

Warnings: fluff and some angst

a/n: missing my boys and 2013-15 real bad yall!!

you absolutely loved your boys

at first, you were really iffy about the idea Triple H presented

"I want you to be Shield's First Lady! I think you being with the guys would be a perfect fit."

you didn't really want to be in a group or associated with one. But you decided to go ahead with the idea

You barely talked to Roman before but Seth and Dean were foreign to you.

"It's so nice to meet you all, I'm sure this is gonna be super fun for all of us!"

The three men were nothing but sweetheart to you. always polite, making sure you were good

from that moment, you knew you had made the right choice

your role was pretty simple, the fearless badass of the group

you would stand ringside for almost every match whether it be singles, tag, or all three of them. sometimes distract the ref so they can pull an illegal move ;)

every backstage segment had all four of you in it chilling in your custom locker room, getting ready for a match, etc...

promos always had you on the mic

"Shield is taking over the WWE. We have the Tag Team titles, the United States Championship, the Divas championship, My boys and I are unstoppable"

the fans absolutely loved Shield (you were the fan favorite)

yall had become a little family!

the four of you always went out after shows, having a blast

when the boys would get into stupid little arguments, you were the mediator

"C'mon guys enough! We're family. act like it!"

when you got loud, oh they listened for sure. They knew not to piss you off

don't be fooled though, they loved you more

What you did for them ringside, they did for you.

Every time you won, they would slide into the ring and hold you up on their shoulders.

they always made you laugh at their silly side convos

Everything was good

until it wasn't

The day Seth betrayed you all, was the day your heart broke

"Seth what are you doing?! How could you do this to us?! We're family!"

You looked him in his eyes, slapping him across the face. He had nothing to say but a smirk on his face.

Seth not only betrayed you but his brothers too, his family.

Shield was never the same for any of you after that day.

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stay, please

pairing: roman reigns x blackreader warning: ANGST.. smut . explicit descriptions! so minors please do not interact! word count: 10k ... now that we found love, what are we gonna do, with it? ...

all that time ago, when you'd first met him, your acknowledgement of roman was flimsy, a shell of nothing, but the simple words and pretty smiles made him run warm all the same. "my tribal chief", you'd say, airy and teasing, void of awe. he was big and strong, hubris making him this mountain of a man, but he was just that, nothing more than a man, and you'd seen enough men to know that they did not differ much. they groaned in time with their irritations, made their problems yours. lusted wild and unapologetically. they demanded everything, in their time, in their way, and gave what little that they wanted. and roman reigns, the tribal chief, was no different.

his eyes, suggestive and sharp, had taken to the fit of your ring gear easily. the shaping of the fabrics in places and in others, the lack thereof, pulling his interest till his fixations melted something warm and devious into your skin. he'd approach you wolf like, this stalking pace as if to circle prey. grinning amused. "i think you can do better than that for me. a little more enthusiasm".

and he was a tower then, still is now, strides long, full of leisure. your eyes peered from under the fan of your lashes, indulging the domineer of his presence with the coyness of good prey. you'd done well to make the game, the chase, or whatever this was for him, at least somewhat entertaining if not completely so.

you'd indulged. leaned into the mass of him, one small step forward after another till the air had no choice but to be shared between the both of you. a finger lifting to trace faint over the lettering of his shirt. and it'd taken everything not to fall then, not to give in to the pull of him, like some small wayward celestial object fighting against the orbit of a great star. the heady note of his smell, the strong comfort of his warmth, the height of him, the sure soft ways his eyes drifted over you, like he'd just known without complete expression of words or deeds that you were his.

your touch had turned more firm then, from one finger to your palm, slipping down till it played at his abs. and a grin had curled, amused now too, feeling the rushing in his blood. "i can be a whole lot better for you, you gotta earn that though".

but your words, so teasing and strong then, built firm and made off your tongue to last, were not as reliable as you'd thought they'd be, for the gravity of him was this overwhelming thing. and before the rush of it could settle, before the excitement of lust could wane, you found yourself with him at every corner or surface available. your legs wrapped in his, your lips wet and your tongue tangled, pushing and licking to taste him. your breaths caught forever, short and desperate as they fought to be full. he felt good and the heat of him melted the worry in your bones, until it didn't.

until the fun of it became dense, so much so that it was unbearable. his touch becoming more nailed into the skin of you, and his words fixing quiet, each more vulnerable than the ones before them. these heavy sinking whispers in the night, your bodies laying sated and damp, thighs aching and your blood rushing smooth just after release. arousal still sticky between your legs where his hands and mouth had been. from him came these words, forming to sound like something similar to forever. but by then it was too late, to stop, to take back, to slip away from under him.

and in the midst of fighting and failing to keep away from his body, and his quiet bed time passions, creatives of the smackdown brand championed the idea of a more feminine edge to the bloodline. someone who could rough and tough it, take a bump and bounce back for more. someone who could smile and charm and manipulate. someone who could, in the blink of an eye turn vicious if need be. a character that had draw, that could have the crowd eating from their palm. and though yes, roman was not starved of womanly support by way of the viewership, the faction was in sore need still of a lighter touch. something, or rather someone less naturally brutish, that did not wreak of ego or that larger than life self importance. and so, from a charismatic mid-carder, to the upper echelon, you rose and dominated as an entity connected to the infamous crew.

the full silver of your ring gear slowly altered to accommodate the overwhelming red and black, his colors, till there was a more even mix. and it all spoke without words, the black and red these leading lines, binding you to the one called the tribal chief.

a botched spot in the ring kept you away for some time. a few months of recovery, the perfect amount of time to go cold turkey from roman.

and though he called and texted and face timed, his constant travels and your inconsistencies left him hallow. an emptiness that soon would leave his ego to pulse with a bruising pain. he thought, in the midst of all those months of your recovery, that it was just the tingling in his fingers that he needed gone, these simple bouts of lust that could be easily remedied. but it was more than that it seemed. aches in his chest and this drawing pull in his skin. a helpless sort of longing.

he wrestled harder in those months, brutal, bordering relentless. when you wouldn't answer at all, or would only answer with few words, he pushed the fire of his anger, drove it through muscle and nerve, about the bones that built him till it was all he could feel.

why the fuck were you dodging him?

and all that fire, that white hot anger, attempting to purge his bones of you, flared and burst wild till it could no longer. flared to consume him till it proved shallow and here you were, under his eyes again. the silver-red-black of your ring gear calling his fingers to run against it, the tips where his nerves live itching to flex and curl into your skin. the curve in there where your hip dips, the muscles in him remembering well as the feelings there form back to life with excitement.

you look as good as you did pre-injury. maybe even a little better.

he makes himself known, the tone of him rich, stunning. something dark amidst the allure. you'd forgotten how well it arrested you.

"hows your arm?"

"bendable, so it's fine".

you do little to acknowledge him, afraid of what even a little eye contact can do to the strength of already weak resolve, but you move your newly healed arm about rather flimsily, showing him just enough so he can go about his business.

the carpet ruffles with his every step. closer and closer he gets. your heart knocking into your chest. "recovery must've been good, should've been", his breath warm and feathering along your neck. your fingers moving with a slight shake as you make to clean an already clean vanity. "had to have been", his fingers taking a small trace over your shoulders to hold you there, "cause i barely heard a thing from you". his thumbs sooth into the fabric, soft and remembering.

your breath hitches, the tip of his nose running small at the line of your neck. and none of those months of recovery mean anything in the slightest, save for the healing of your arm. your pulse quickens and beats harsh, same as it did before, skin taking to a slight tremble as the warmth of him surrounds you here. and your own fingers, working to burrow into the hard shape of the vanity, itch to touch him too, though something nags at you to fight against him. to war with the resolute way his touch fastens to your body.

"i didn't realize you were my keeper".

he sighs, slightly annoyed by the way your words fight to push against his own, but it doesn't stop the straying of his lips along your skin. skimming where they please till they pull in to leave a faint kiss at your pulse. "you've been ignoring me".

"apparently not enough".

he laughs, pulls your hips close till they flush against him, and laughs some more. his mouth parting just at the shell of your ear. "you're not convincing", his fingers flexing, a firm pulling as they make their way to play between your thighs at the fabric covering where they'd itched and feened to be. "not even a little bit".

and how you'd gotten here, falling so fast back into him to be consumed, back into the deft maneuver of his fingers and the heat of his mouth, was not at all lost on you. just as similar as it was not all that lost on him either, to feel your skin and the faint release of your breaths. fighting on his own for months to undo you from him, all for nothing. both affected in full by the other, thirsty and bordering impatient. and when he curls in past the stretchy material to slip against the wet of your slit, your hips move with a mind all their own, seeking a harsher friction.

heat braces your skin, head lulling forward. your hips shifting rigid, fighting to still and losing as they chase the smooth circling of his touch. "roman", breathy. urgent.

"no, no, no, no, no", his free hand firmly at your neck. an upward motion to reveal your eyes again. "you don't run from me, not when you want it this badly". his finger slipping further to sink in knuckle deep. the push in of them lax and patient. a pace he takes to feel you throb for him. with every second, the length of it steeping in the soaked mess of you.

you gather words, a sloppy attempt to fire back at him and it fails as you moan through it. "who said i wanted this or you".

"you know what it is babygirl", the speed of his touch urged on by his ego. his need to prove you wrong. you want him, you want him and he knows it. if not for words then he knows it with how eager your hips grind into his fingers. the slip of your pussy easy and hungry as it pulses. so much so that it resounds into the dead air of the dressing room, the tune of it forcing his hips to rut into you. "you don't want it, you tell me and i stop". he breathes hot and hectic into your skin, into your neck, kissing between takes of air. fingers thick and glistening under harsh fluorescent lights as they curve in to fuck you deep. "c'mon, tell me how much you don't need it, how much you don't need me", eyes brown and blistered. of course you needed him, of fucking course you do how could you not? when he needed you. "c'mon sweetheart, tell me so i can leave". a tear struck the apple of your cheek, a simple roll that told of everything. your skin twitched and your muscles ached, ready to feel the draw out of release, but the cage of your chest rattled, flaming with a need to say something long unspoken.

but to do it, to say it, would be worse than breaking a bone. worse than the raw opening of slit skin. to give in to him, would be the end of it all.

"fuck", a whimper breaking. wrecking the strength of your voice. your hips working to rut against the curl in of his fingers. your head lulls at an angle to sink into his chest. hands free from the vanity as you grab to hold onto him. "keep it there baby, please".

"yeah?", his neck craning to take your lips with his. tongue messy and suckling. and his fingers move with vigor, arm taut and muscle bound, veins striking against his skin. something similar to lightning. "and when you come what do you say?"

your breath catches and the sharp ways of your vision blur. the coil wound up in your core bursting wild at the seams as you rut and drip against the softening thrust of roman's fingers. your lips trembling as words flow hot and feverish. "th-thankyouthankyouthankyou".

even if the body was not made to do so, you could fly high, tumble, knock into, break at, and push over just about anything in ring. it's what made the rise from the mid-card so satisfying. it's what made the star studded rivalries so well anticipated and stunning. women of a particular caliber, head to head, their bodies and their wits and their wills stressed and strained until only one remained. at it's core, the work all by it's lonesome was easy. tiresome yes, but the pursuit of winning, that bright gold belt about the waist, was all a singleminded affair. easy. but the presence of him was, is, a storm. difficult to escape. reckless. ungovernable. and it seemed that the drifting of his eyes to find you and the remnants of his touch could not be undone. like a deep soldering under your skin, at the hard make of your bones.

he lingered, and beyond the shallow 'i don't want you's', the cut of your eyes and that cold far away disposition, something like need teemed, warm and fettered to your fingers, pressing slow into his skin, the fabric of his t-shirt, slipping into his hair. just before the quiet, when ecstasy was it's loudest, he could feel it running into him like nails, 'stay', etching red and raw into his flesh. and then a soothing kiss, more passionate, wordless but tender all the same, 'stay please'.

your inconsistencies were nearly earsplitting. i want him, i won't. i need him, no i don't. it made even the prestige of the women's world championship lackluster.

you'd won, your waist decorated in gold, but the true excitement of such a grand moment could not reach you beyond the loose way liquor paints your tongue. skin racing warm and control undone. the floor moving with this deep hard shudder, bass bleeding out. the air is thick from bodies, from the unintelligible roar of people. but what is clear, beyond the blur that comes for the eyes after chilly shots of espolon, is him. roman smiling in that faithful way that he does, wolf like, suggestive. clever and telling in the way that it so clearer reminds you of how small and good you can be as prey. something for him to take. to hold and guide and pull and pry at till he’s full. but that look of allure is not for you, no he'd done something fucked. he'd gone and found someone else to look at like that, some woman near the edge of the bar too oblivious and taken by the size of him to know that it was all a game.

a game you were losing at. your lips wet from the bits of your next shot that seemed to miss your tongue. you were too loose, too hot, too lethal. it was just barely easy to play the game when it was you, denying him and tugging along that thinly wound string that tethered itself from you to him, but when he made his moves to do the same, it wrecked you well.

tore you asunder. this deep splitting at the heart till you were left raw to the open air.

'fuck him, you're the women's world champion', the espolon steeped so well into you that it speaks. 'say it', persistent. you turn from him, your head lulling as your mouth greets another shot of that smooth tequila taste. 'sayitsayitsayit'

"fuck him".

but is it believable? the harsh bite and break of words as drunk lips form around them, bound to such a severity that only comes with the pain of pain.

the harsh bass nearly breaks your ears and makes your body tremble. you would like to leave, to tear your eyes away from them, from him, but you would also like to stay.

"you play right into his hand when you do that", a mouth near your ear persists above the noise. the well fitted dress of a button up forgotten for something sloppier and indicative of the loose, dancing, club energy. cody rhodes' face just a few ways away from beet red as he holds chilly water in one hand.

and there are crueler things in the world, things that grind against the spirit till it's worn and faint, but nothing pricks against the heart more in this moment than that woman’s fingers lingering against romans. the charm of her smile luring him in as she mouths to him unrecognizable things. "he wants to spite me, let him".

cody snorts, lazily throws his arm about you. "it wouldn't be anything you've never done". and you think maybe you hate the sense of his logic and his friendship. the filterless way he says things. so forthright, so readymade.

"fuck you, wheres the loyalty".

his cheeks pull high into the creasing corner of his baby blue eyes. fully amused. he probably thinks you're a damn joke, and maybe it's true, in the petulant ways you avoid and revert inward.

he hands you the cup of water and you sip it willingly, wishing maybe though that its something else.

"he'll play cat, you'll play mouse, he'll fuck you and hint at what you fear most, you'll run and we'll be right back to where we are now. so what the fuck's up with the preamble".

you shove the cup of water into his chest, picking up one of the many shot glasses that stand still on a tray. the taste of it not so dissimilar to water. he frowns, watching on as you glare into the emptiness of the shot glass. sometimes, in these short moments, when you crave things you aim to kill, he worries.

"didn't realize all my shit was so entertaining". you look angry, sound that way even, but the melodramatic coupling of words tell him you drift more towards a sullen pain than to anger.

"no, entertainment isn't this boring", he quips and you jab your elbow into his stomach. just enough to make him grunt before the break into a fit of little laughs.

but then you set the glass down and turn in to face him, to nuzzle closer into where your forehead meets his collarbone. eyes forming with hints of a glassiness that lend themselves to vulnerability.

roman's eyes take to looking about the club, instinctively, falling against the warmth of your embrace with cody. fire forms in his chest, aches with a burning.

your voice leaves off soft into cody's ear, muffled in the fabric of his shirt. "it won't work. not in any way that matters".

"you don't know that"

"i've been played before. i'm not new to games".

cody rubs soothing into your shoulder, the compassion making you melt in that drunken way that leads to the welling of a tear.

"games aren't made to last, that's why they get played, and why people play them. if it's real then it's real".

"is this what it is now? you don't speak when you see me?"

dead air and his own words, tired in their anger. 'how long can i go, before i break?', but the break came quickly, the silence disrupting him. he rests but not really, stands there idle as if to feign the strength of a stable man but his nerves stir with ill-control. they flip and they twitch, crashing up against the inner parts of him. you won't speak, and your eyes don't meet. and when the job forces your hand, you grow cold in this subtle way. warm still but a biting chill just like at the cusp of spring. and your lips become these masters of brevity. and he wants to say it here —where his blood rushes irate, wrought by adrenaline— that he isn't too far from hating you. your skin, your touch, your voice, your face, the pull of your lips when you smile, all the things that make him lov-

"we work together, i talk to you all the time".

and even in all this, he couldn't not move closer to you. one foot in front the other till he was arms length. "promos and in-ring action aside, y'know what i mean".

you fight your own urges. to meet his eyes, to touch him, to fall beyond the bounds of those drunken whispers from nights passed where you cursed his name. "it should stay like that, professional. it's cleaner this way, safer".

he scoffs. something like a tower now the way he stands over you.

"yeah?", smirk mirthless. "and what, me fucking you out back behind an arena ain't clean? you bendin' over in a dressing room ain't safe enough anymore?" each word slightly louder than the last.

"keep you voice down", you hiss.

"or what?", his eyes sharp and narrowing. scrutiny burned into the brown of them. "everything you do is convenient for you". and his lips spread in that mirthless way again, bordering disgust. "you get scared so you pull away, you feel good again and come runnin' back. you ain't never fit me in for consideration, not once, unless it meant me sticking my dick in you".

and when blood is drawn, words like venom dripping into raw split skin, isn't it only appropriate to do the same? to do him in with the violence he so easily struck with first?

"once upon a time i didn't have to consider you", meeting him with words, cold and mocking. "i paid you fucking dust and when i did acknowledge you, you were grateful for it". vexed and thrilled, you watch the silent ways his rage manifests. the flaring in his nose and the shifting in his jaw. beneath where heaps of muscle lie, just there at his chest, falters this steady beating. a deep plunging of his ego. it makes you smile, nicks pain into your heart just the same. "maybe we should revisit that and stay there, and not be so damn emotional about it".

he recedes into something like pity. "whoever he was before me, he did a number on you".

it's this rupturing that hurts the most. the pain of it, a distant memory long remembered. this great big wound. raw and the skin so tattered still and messily undone. "you don't know me".

"exactly", roman urges. still above it all, wanting to know something. the slightest thing. anything.

you leave, slamming the dressing room door.

it was as if the spite of him, that which that'd already existed —a small, near idle thing, had reared it's head to tear through him again. seemingly more brutal than before. whether cruel or not, whether it worked or not, he'd made the effort, against his better judgement to see you bend. not to break no, but to see something other than the usual push and pull that became the mainstay of whatever this thing was between the two of you. that night at the club—his own go at drawing up some jealousy, an attempt at cracking your little shell of resistance, to see if you even cared, but still he didn't know. not for sure anyways. so here he was, needy, spiteful, and a short ways away from brutal as sweat broke from his brows and a frustrated groan from his lips. hips swinging in lethal, teeth gritting, and the core of him coiling tight.

he couldn't remember her name, no, but she was too similar to pass on. she ran just parallel enough to you that it could work. similar skin tone, the nonchalance, the coy silence of the eyes, sly slim touches that roughed into something harsh—near skin splitting. but when she spoke, the puzzle piece couldn't quite fit. her pitch too bright, not bitty enough. it didn't wreck through him the same, didn't rush in to him or thrum his blood but he couldn't complain about it, not when the chase of his release was so close. just palpable enough to satisfy.

roman took a mild shifting, hiking up a leg to leave the other bent, his foot nailing further into the hotel bed sheets, all to work his hips deeper.

her face ran into the sheets, mascara smudging dark into the clean white. "mhmm- fuck! i-", her hips fluid, rolling against the swing of roman's. words nearly undone, breaths close to finishing. "pleasepleaseplease".

she pulsed about him, hips rocking to chase the burning in her limbs, the harsh twist up of her core. and where he dug into her she fought to keep him there, soaked and clenching but it just barely came close. she hugged him for dear life, fucked on him till she couldn't take him to the hilt anymore. attempted to possess him even, with sultry moans and the allure of whispered begging. everything he liked, everything he wanted but it didn't quite fit. everything lacked by only half of a half step but it all mattered. and it was evident you made the difference.

the lazy trace of your lips, the delirium you took—even in rare bouts of aggression—the burn of your touch like a piercing in his skin. the dulling of your eyes, till they rolled overwhelmed and undone. the shivers in your skin and the submission of your body, the skin and bones of you left for him to form back together.

he missed you, and yes of course he wanted to fuck you, completely break you in that faithful way that he did in times past, where you'd rush in dainty, words like feathers, thankyouthankyouthankyou, but he also wanted to hold you. wanted to mold himself to you till he was unsure of where he ended and you began. he wanted breath stealing kisses that rolled lazy and thick. he wanted to still the shivers in your body, wanted to caress you through the burden of release and even after, he wanted to keep you there. safe in the strength of him.

and it was here, in these thoughts, where he found the feeling. the pulling in his gut strong and subduing, tugging away from the wet mess of her to release. thick ropes against her skin as he groaned.

"fuck......".

your name slipping through. unabashed and clear as day.

roman winces, feels the recoil of it in his flesh. this awkward reversion where his body fights not to cave in on itself out of embarrassment.

why the fuck would he do that?

but she's moving before he can do anything, cleaning herself till she's rid of him. and damn it, why can't he remember her name? his back flopping into the sheets, an arm thrown over his eyes. he's tired and ill feeling, somewhat ashamed.

the woman saunters in, some ways from disgust. such a beautiful man, so obviously successful, and seemingly hung up on a woman who cares less than a fuck about him. thats what she can gather anyways. her fingers helping her slip her clothes back on. she grows curious.

"who is she?"

roman looks to her, realizing just how much she doesn't look like you at all. beautiful but not you.

"what?"

her eyes roll. that small sliver of curiosity done away with as she shuffles to adjust her heels."if your'e gonna finish all over me, the least you can do is remember my name".

she makes for the bedroom door of the luxury suite, leaving roman to fall deeper into his own silence. her voice carries, sweet and mocking.

"your little nda is signed. thanks for making me come".

roman grunts in response. feeling the slight rattle of the slammed door.

from the chill of new york city winter weather, to the warmth of one of the city's many luxurious hotels, came a firm dulling of the nights mixture of cocktails and whatever other light liquor your dear friend cody rhodes had decided was good enough for you. and what a dear friend indeed, always so caring, so righteous and so fucking motherly. his every word soft and urbane — "slow down, take this water, no more of that drink"—and his every look one of knowing and pity, until his glassy blue eyes and lisp-y mouth became resolute, even when in their own drunkenness, going as far as to putting you in a car and shipping you back to where you were now, at the hotel. "you're not even having fun, go sleep", his lips pulling into a gentle pout. his arms a warm embrace till they were gone, and you were ducking sullenly into an SUV.

he was all you could think about.

...whoever he was before me, he did a number on you...

and with so little said, roman had done you in to a silent sort of suffering. this shoddily made shell of something —your heart— playing at nonchalance, completely destroyed. stripped now, naked and fearful of whatever is to follow. the possibility, whether with or without him, the unknown, left you stunned, ill even.

...should you call?... fingers itching to reach, to slip against his contact ...but would he answer?... or would he, and rightfully so, do you the quieted sort of violence you'd done to him, time and time again?... those brutal ways your lips refused to speak, and when they did their words like daggers. your eyes never meeting, and when they came upon him, they bore over him icy and displeasured. like he was a nuisance, or even worse, a stranger. and the desertion of your touch, once upon a time, when the drive of lust and adoration was new in him, seemed that it would never leave. yes, you'd understand, but fuck if it wouldn't hurt, wouldn't pierce the greater parts of you, where strength of the ego and desire lives.

but its only when the phone rings that all hesitancy of the moment breathes hard. knocks unceremoniously against free inhibitions till you're wishing for him to ignore you. maybe, right here, right now, making the effort is enough, maybe it's all you need to say ...i did it, i tried... and nothing else. your whispers rushed and a bit scared and waiting. "don't answer, don't answer don't answer".

the ringing stops. he answers.

your breathing is soft, but present, the only thing that sings amongst the silence of him. what is this? after the callousness, the hardy stones you'd thrown into the glass of his resolve in an attempt to break him.

he's tired but not really. done but not really. he sighs, fingers roughing through his beard. "yeah?"

you giggle, breathy. a bit unnerved. your words rolling off, slightly slurred still. "thought i'd get your voicemail", you wonder how he looks, if his heart threatens to beat beyond the cage of his chest the way it does yours. "didn't think you'd answer".

he's quiet. breathing. "why'd you call?"

"you sound nice". the little thats left of the tequila pouring over your tongue into words. even in his tiredness he sounded beautiful. rich and dark and alluring. "did i wake you?"

"no". but he can't help himself, in being curious, in caring. "you alright?"

"i'mfine, ijust...i-"

"you sound drunk".

"tipsy".

"how much did you have?", a question but more so a command. the authority threaded in his voice lulling you in. it makes you shiver with need. makes you want to touch him.

"mhmm idon'tknow rome". and he can hear your shifting over the sheets, as you shift over answers to give him, that would satisfy him. you wanted so badly, despite your fears, to satisfy him. "a shot, a drink or two".

"lightweight for real", he chuckles. "who were you with?"

"cody. he got my uber".

is it so bad?, when the hour is late?, to think of seeing you, even if the thought is little and fleeting and ways away from dangerous? "you here at the hotel?"

"damn", and you're laughing. giddy at the way he worries. reeling with sarcasm "you want me to share my location?"

"watch yourself".

"yes sir".

and here the air is hesitant, forming fragile and ill-informed of whats to come. it shapes about the both of you wearily and groans even in it's stillness of how ill-suited it is at holding the ambivalence of this... love, lust, longing or whatever it is twisting about the both of you. it yearns for something new, for something unweighted and free and sweet.

roman asks you again. curiosity breaking a heaviness into the weight of him. "why'd you call?"

your bed sheets pinch and ruffle between your fingers, taking on the burden of your anxieties. "i figured if i went out...i'd-i'd get a little courage yknow? a drink or two and then i could call you, could hear your voice".

"hear my voice huh?", his jaw clenching. tone one of full mocking and scrutiny. after everything, all that was said, something like venom off your tongue in a means to poison his resolve, and now you wanted to hear from him? "and all that big talk, all that mouth and bravado, paying me dust and keepin it how it used to be", smiling mirthless. "what happened to that? where'd that go?"

you shiver, cold despite the warmth of the room. "i don't know roman".

"you don't?"

"i don't wanna argue with you".

"what do you want then? tell me so i know".

"it doesn't matter", something like a grin running through your lips, sullen and wistful. formed only by the sweet safety of what if's and what could be's, because those were always easier. "you'd leave". a single tear slips against your cheek. "you'd get bored after a while and you'd leave".

...but he isn't him, whoever that other man was, or could be, the one that'd seemingly broken you...

he sighs. "you're afraid of somethin that ain't happen".

"yet", you add.

"it's not going to".

"you don't know that".

"you don't either". and of course the fight is natural, this insistent war where true desires of the heart are subdued to the will of something comfortable and simple, because love, even at its easiest, proved always to be tedious and demanding. "i don't make it a habit of getting played".

"i don't make it a habit of playin", sincerity filling him whole. "how i've felt... how i feel still, about you? it's always been real sweetheart".

another tear and then another, till your skin is warm and nerves flustered. your chest tightening as your mouth trembles. "don't fault me for being scared, please?"

"clean slate. we can start over".

"ok".

and that restless buzzing, the harsh rushing of the city — cars and trains and people— works easy to overcome the natural fall of silence. breaths passing, his and then yours, one after the other and then together, in waiting, eager but unsure.

the emptiness is unsettling. makes you restless. urges the drive in his muscles to move.

your hand splays against a pillow, fingers curling in soft, your voice even softer. "what side of the bed are you laying on?"

"left side".

you hum. imagining him. hair splayed, long and gentle. "i hate the left side".

"i know", he smiles, small like and imaginative. thinking of older memories, where your legs find themselves curling against his own.

"it's empty, my left side".

"yeah?"

"yeah".

possibility, this mighty rushing in his blood.

"whats your room number?"

there was nothing flimsy about this, the gentle pull of his lips, tongue slipping cautioned but ready all the same, his fingers and palms seemingly made to do and withstand the brute force of many things but taking the time instead to hold you dearly. to savor with his touch what his lips cannot. but when the well of patience in him fills to the brim, when it overflows and floods him unsparingly, his persistence has no choice but to do the same. and your knees threaten to buckle, threaten to kill your resolve, as he cradles your head with one hand and the other anchored firm at your jaw —thumb and pointer— his kiss growing wetter, tongue sharper. because the time away —where neither of you could do more than fight and throw stones and break and avert, gazes and words and touches and thoughts and feelings— felt like forever. and then came the standstill, the white flag. clear air and even clearer intentions, over a phone call of all things. with simple words of the heart.

roman figured if anything, he was making up for lost time. your palms taking to his beard, thumbing over his cheeks, mouth forming soft over his.

you felt good, he felt good, but not so much that it couldn't be true.

and here, where you feel the abandon of his control grow, you break from his mouth, trying and failing to grab for something on a nearby shelf. but he's faster, reaches to grab the outstretch of your arm, flying it over his shoulder. his breath warm and enticing, rushing a thrumming in your blood as he nips the skin there. teasing.

your nails take this tender clawing into his nape, dipping into silky hair. "i thought we were taking it easy?"

his words mix between the twist of his lips. "we are. your clothes are still on". kissing along your neck.

but he doesn't loom here, statuesque in his anger. doesn't suffer your resolve to threaten a breaking or diminishing to fold under the weight of a harsh truth. knowing whether or not if his words would split you raw for a vicious bout of bloodletting. no he doesn't loom here, but his standing is firm all the same. gentle minded and secure. immovable in the way that it refuses to let you go.

you wonder if jimmy and jey and solo and naomi can hear him in the pantry from where they are in the living room. hear his groaning, and the smack of his lips as he takes yours. hear his lust and his love and his longing.

you hum against him in bliss. "you make it very obvious that you want to eat me alive when you look at me like that in front of everybody".

"am i supposed to feel bad about that? because i don't".

"being lowkey goes a long way sometimes".

"yeah a little too long".

but that night had only been one of the first nights of this mending, this slow cautious maneuver of putting back together the broken pieces of whatever this thing was that had been brewing for sometime. and it isn't until you're sitting in a shared comfortable silence, sipping wine and tasting sweet deserts that the realization comes to you. that this —the sex and the passion and the strife— has only ever been a thing, something ill formed and without definite shape. uncategorized and hesitantly spoken of. it had all been rushed with hushed pleasures and secrecy, rendezvous and an inherent longing that would not, for fear of realer things, be spoken of.

but it was very clear now, as he dipped a spoon into tiramisu, that you needed him.

and the pace here is easy, as waiters and other patrons breeze by your table without rest, without wait, his eyes and his stillness forming well over the hold you have as you touch him idly. your palm at his knee, raising to take his hand in yours, fingers folding in, shy and feathered and bursting with a wordless affection.

from where you are, just a short lean in from his lips, his features are not so intimidating, not so all consuming in that daunting way he's perfected. his cheeks are freckled and round and the brown of his eyes are bright.

you kiss him, take that short lean in and meld your lips till he hums and thumbs your chin. because he isn't him if he doesn't touch you. doesn't hold fast to your warmth.

and even after you part, the intimacy laced in the air breathes slow and lingering. "thank you for being so patient with me, with everything". your fingers fiddle and caress over his. "i know i haven't made it easy for you".

"when it's something i want, i wait".

and wait he did, with a statues patience. but even the strength of statues fail, worn and weathered if left to stand against time and their own stillness. eventually they all crumble, some in such a poetic fashion that its destruction means more than its birth, and other's with a simple, unceremonious falling. but the undoing of roman's patience is fierce and alluring. and as you breathe short, in between the firm pull of his lips, water hot and raining against your skin, you feel the chipping away of that patience as well. and it isn't just the pouring in of the shower and the sweet warmth of soaps and candles, but the influence of him as well, melting underneath flesh and bone.

6:17 PM

the steam forms something amorous. thickens the anticipation and lulls your resolve into a surrendering. and the tight feeding of his fingers into your thigh doesn't help any, nailing sharp and greedy as they have your leg hooked about his waist, his tongue licking against yours. and here in the kiss his lust grows slow and exacting, in a means to savor. making you moan and forcing your hips to grind mindless. his body hard and wet and safe.

your fingers curl into the hair just at his nape, tugging to pull, to break his lips from yours, but he's fast and wanting, rushing in for another sweet assailment. groaning in time with his pleasures as his hips rut at your soft skin. you try again to break from him, to breathe even if the air suffocates you so, and he gives in. settles for fastening himself to you elsewhere, to supple skin, and to grinding his hard dick at you. his mouth roaming about your neck, nipping with his teeth and kissing gentle. a meager attempt to reigning himself in.

your touch wanders further into his soaked hair, mouth moving to trace his, to tease him. "we have a reservation for 9", you kiss him lightly. "i don't wanna be late".

he hums, rests his forehead to yours. taut fingers working your hips to a slow grind against his dick. working what nerves lay dormant in you to life.

"the restaurant is a 30 minute drive", his nose and mouth nestling into the plains of skin where your neck ends and your shoulder begins. drinking in the small breaking off of your moans. "plenty of time".

7:29 PM

and the minutes wandered away fast and teasing, forcing in an urgency as you fought hard to slip away from him and the heaviness of his desires. and it took much control, to part from his warmth and the heavy lust of his eyes. from the way his touch and his mouth maneuvered —with seductive method— and the heat of his cock laying at your skin, so terribly close to where you need him. but how odd the fear is here, after the pulling away of all that nasty pettiness and the settling of it, no longer scared of how much he would love you, or how well he could etch himself to the inside of you —with touches and deep words filled with passion— but now, weary of just how unbearable you would be. because it seemed now that he was stuck with you, and that if he would continue his affections with such an intensity, that you would have no choice but to return it. and even in this, your fears, your weariness of this love and lust and longing, were not so frightening at all. but exciting.

you're excited.

"tie or no tie?"

the bulk of his arm, where tattoos paint the skin, slip through a white button up. fingers deft as they take the time to do in each button.

"no tie".

your hands soothing over your skin with a warm smelling body butter. eyes trailing to his as he watches your hands work over your skin.

"and the jacket, yes? no?"

"yes to the jacket", but your answer barely registers, and how could it possibly do so clearly enough when the fabrics of your underwear form over your body the way that it does. everything about you soft and inviting to the touch as you approach him. your fingers undoing the top most buttons. the intricate designs of tattoos here at the curve of his pec peaking through. "and just leave this open a little". your palms smoothening away at the rest of his shirt, over his shoulders to adjust the already adjusted collar, fingers slipping against already buttoned buttons, and when the smallest wrinkle catches your eyes, you're already flattening it to straighten. and here he takes you in, arresting with silence and a never ending depth to his eyes that leaves you without words.

his mouth close enough, breaths are shared. and there is no other word to describe the scent of him other than divine.

you want to fall into him, as free as air and without hesitation.

his lips smile. "you're staring".

but it is justified, because shouldn't all beautiful things be looked upon with awe and a speechless sort of appreciation? shouldn't they be touched, the way you touch him, your palms possessing him to hold as you kiss him greedily and without wait. your tongue lashing through firm and without the mind to yield. moaning gentle into him and if not for his own strength he would fall to his knees. is this not how beautiful things should be treated? should they not be adored and reverenced? should he not pry at your skin the way that he does? dull nails sinking in to remember the forms they take as they go. your leg found slipping around his waist again as his fingers move swiftly to claw their way down till your panties push away helpless.

and he groans, lips parting only to find yours again, finding you warm and wet as his touch slips through the mess of your slit. and he wonders how long you've been like this, stewing in your own desires. his blood rushing hot and fast, feeling the heavy throb your body takes as he plays a teasing touch at your opening. something whiny and dainty tumbling off your tongue as you fight to reign in that wild burst of lust so loosely falling off your skin.

"roman", you warn. so small it nears a whisper.

"shhhh, relax", his finger dipping in to feel the heat of your pussy. a neediness to see you break bursting in the cage of his chest, his heart hammering at the sweet daze in your eyes. "just a little bit baby".

"we're gonna be late". you fight.

and you want to say how much you hate him, how much you hate the ease of his touch—such a terrible gentleness— and you hate how it makes you swoon, and throb harder, feeling the depth of his artful handlings. you fucking hate it, hate him, fuck, and your breath labors harsher than before, feeling the seam of his lips as they sit to hover above yours, and shit, his fingers stroking firmer than before, a slighter urgency in the pace that catches your breath and his eyes dim low but they hypnotize you, and no you don't, but, well yes you do hate him, but you don't, a moan stretching in sync from him and from you, and damnit you love him. love his touch and the proof of his lust, how naturally it is born from his love and his longings.

he can see the prickling in your eyes, the glassiness just before the burning brown of them. and you ruffle your face into his chest, into the balminess of his skin but he does not relent. and the sound your arousal makes as it coats his long fingers is lewd but it brushes over you warm and inviting. drives your waist to grind into his every stroke till release is sweet and so close.

the undoing is palpable, a licking flame against the skin. short tremors starting in your legs as you call to him. little whispers that beg, "please...please...please", hushed and slurred.

and just when it's there, it isn't, his fingers slipping out of you slow, wet still and gripping your ass to stop the mindless grinding your hips take.

"roman, no, what are you-", his lips kissing yours to stop the words and the worry. but he's kilt weeks, hell, months of such a lengthy build up, and your body rushes confused and unsatisfied. you pull from him, just enough to speak, feeling his palm caress into where he holds you. "what are you doing?"

"its almost eight", his body forsaking yours to step out of the bedroom. "need you to clean up and finish getting ready".

8:18

at your wrist

at the bend of your inner knees, your elbows

the skin of your neck just behind your ears

and just where your ankles roll inward.

his dress shoes click back into the bedroom to be met with an immediate assailment. but this violence is no violence at all, but rather a sweet, sultry thing. enticing. and he holds his wrist forward to check the time. 8:20. fuck the reservation, he thinks, stepping till he's behind you. eyes peering through the mirror, watching the delicate way you curl a thin brush over your eyelashes. a dark mascara that thickens and pulls the length and when you check the fruits of such minuscule labor, beautiful and satisfied, the crotch of his pants prove too thin, and uncomfortable. and as he dips his nose into your neck and molds his fingers to your hips, flushing you against him easy, you work into your nerves an air of dispassion. cleaning the dresser of miscellaneous things, fighting the urge to let him do whatever he wants with you.

and here, just behind your ear, the perfume proves to be intoxicating. his grip nailing in, curling to bring you impossibly closer. but his eyes never break. they hold, piercing hot and mischievous through the mirror.

in the silence you both suspend, weighing the importance of your plans.

he nestles into you. the fabric of your dress raising as his fingers pull.

and his voice makes you weak. thrums your blood.

"how important is this dress?".

"important enough", you hold against the balling his fist takes. "i paid money for it".

roman eases to his knees. undoes the neat knot he's made of his hair. he knows just how much you adore the feel of it. he pushes the fabric to rest above the curve of your hips. taps your right leg.

you lift it, angling it to rest your knee on the dresser. breathing labored. excited.

his own breath is warm at your skin, "and if we miss the reservation?" the sweet spice of your perfume meets him here too. his thumbs spreading you in a leisure manner.

anticipation consumes you. voice ragged. "it's not important".

he hums, delighted, his tongue lapping soft. testing and teasing. and your body leans forward, sensitive and longing, hips shifting away at such an intimate touch. but he holds firm, slipping wet through your slit again, continuously, his thumbs caressing where his grip tightens into your skin. and now that he's here, his patience to leave you undone forms new. bleeds a vigor about his every muscle and bone. your senses growing pliant above him, resolve melting as your hips shift to brush along the wet sweep of his tongue. and why he takes to such a leisure pace, you have no idea, but the pleasure simmering, fighting its way up the slope of your spine, grieves. wishing for something harsher. something less controlled.

the silence is remedied with a tender "please". teeth taking your lips to bite.

his mouth kissing, lingering, and you feel it spread. a smile. his mischief slipping into your skin before the inevitable pulling in, your clit caught, pulsing and needy as he sucks, thirsty and unstopping. and you feel arousal drip slow, glistening, his tongue catching it to savor. throat groaning as he shifts back forward to taste the fat of your clit. and though you stand above him, your hips shift ill-controlled and your voice leaves you soft and broken. belly coiling tight as his ministrations grow more singleminded by the second.

the nails of your fingers find their way to the roots of his hair, pulling him closer and running to soothe into his scalp. jaw dropped and gasping."feels so good baby".

and the slip of roman's tongue is lewd, caresses the swell of your clit as his mouth works your pussy. and as desperation mounts your bones, your other set of fingers tighten to hold against the dresser, arousal dripping its way past the onslaught of his mouth to run through his beard. the pricks of the hair there, rubbing your inner thighs to burn raw.

he grunts. "fuck", muffled and heated. dipping his tongue through till he's caressing the warmth of your walls. slow and reverential, savoring the tight clutch that holds him there.

white heat blankets your skin, fingers slipping to nestle through your slit, laying a dulcet touch to your clit. his tongue wide and gentle as it fucks you. and the sensation there is terribly sweet, solders hot and binding till your legs begin to tremble above him.

"roman", you call for him. tender and broken. he feels a blooming in his chest. heat and an eagerness. " 'm coming".

and the burden of that mounting coil shatters. pulses hard as you ride the sensation, fingers rubbing over the mess of your clit. thumb catching the soft nub to press against your pointer, trapping it to prolong that rich thrumming that flows about your skin. and roman takes to kissing you again, licking his tongue through the messiness of your release and kissing over your fingers.

8:50. the dinner reservation long forgotten.

but there are many other things forgotten besides white table cloth, wine glasses and intimately lit candles. the once so perfect button up he'd tucked into expensive slacks, now strewn about the floor, creased to hell next to the shine of abandoned shoes. and with all these things, left to be unremembered, is that mischievous sort of patience born from his teasing. where his touch was once salacious and mocking, unforgiving in the way it played well and denied pleasure better, is now just a filled shell of desperation. need running like flares of wild fire. and it shows here, as you sit atop the dresser, legs wrapped about him, the way roman aches and throbs, hot and demanding. cock thick and hard, reddened and leaking as he slips it through the stickiness of your slit.

his tongue growing sloppy, drunkly slipping over yours, pushing in the taste he'd savored so dearly. his skin teeming with a rushing, this great throbbing in his spine and the muscles in his core as he nestles the tip of his dick through the tight clutch of your heat. groaning in time with his pleasures as he sinks in, corralling your thighs forward to control the pacing, and deeper he goes till you're taking him to the hilt. the build of him seeming to crumble before your eyes, this mountain of a man trembling and undone by the warmth of you. delirium coursing fluid over bones as he stills to feel the softness and the pulsing. everything he'd missed, finally at his finger tips again.

and if not for the pain and the violence of it, you'd pull your nails through him. over taut skin and the great build of his muscles. not in a means to destroy, no, but in the hopes to consume him. a more permanent etching beneath his flesh where blood flows, just as he's done to you.

you hiss, breaths stuttered. mouth falling where the freckles at his cheeks live, balmy and heavy, attempting to find his mouth amongst the fall of his hair. to kiss him as he stretches you to take him. your fingers combing over the strays and flyaways, roughing your legs tighter to deepen the weight of him inside you.

you moan. something feathery and gentle. the fullness of him threatening to split your ears. and when his hips slip forward, fluid and strong, your fist knocks against the marble of the dresser. pain in your hand turning to pleasure else where.

"mhmgmh", his groan dark, feeling it rough up your body. and the carved marble of the dresser becomes more tainted by the second, the drag of him against the pulse and flutter of your heat so terribly charming. a soothing take to your pussy thats rigid enough to leave you breathless. and when your spine curls forward, head lulling to kiss the mirror, he leads with tongue to kiss your skin. "that's it right there huh?", but he needs no answer. pure evidence here, his dick rutting forward through the mess of you.

"yesss", stressed and drawn out.

the gentle pull of you, flexing wet and tight, a cureless addiction. his words slightly slurred, lips at your cheek, trailing to your neck, over your shoulder, plush and kiss swollen. "so soft babygirl". the draw in of him singleminded, throbbing and rutting. groaning as dazed eyes catch the feed in of his cock, a deep burying that shudders his skin. "love when you let me touch you like this", driving his fingers to form further up over your hips, dull nails curling at your back. "when you let me fuck you good", his hips pressing in as he stills, grinding slow, for you to feel him there, where he belongs. "how you need it".

you cry, a tear staining your cheek. the tremble of your lips forming over his as you kiss him. body molding to him, the go of his thrusts mindful as they work to fill you. and here, he slips in easy, steady still but with a gentler purpose. and his fingers, even in their dullness, don't run as brutal and the deftness of him proves with a tender rocking of his hips. arousal soaking him sweet as it sounds above the silence.

and the shock of everything takes hold. the ways you fought so terribly against him, to suffer in what you thought would be some less harsher fate than to live lovingly with him.

your voice stretches out delicately. into the safety of him. "don't leave me", quivering as you feel the building pressure in your body. "stay please".

"not going anywhere sweetheart", a hand at your cheek, thumb caressing there, "i'm right here", and the other pulling you impossibly closer by the thigh. lips over yours, sharing breaths. "you feel me? i'm right here", words whispered and groaning, the stroke of him deep and easy still.

and as he'd wanted since the beginning, your resolve crumbles as he holds you in his hands.

your heart heavy. fearful, excited. "....love you....", trembling as you come undone. "i love you".

he twitches, releasing thick and warm in you. pulling your lips in, passionate and relieved, tongue rolling to taste the words he'd waited to hear from forever ago, when everything about your attitude towards him was flimsy and hollow. and the bursting in his chest is undeniable, a smile slipping across his lips as the heat of the air sits easy about the both of you.

he kisses you again, lingering, with love and lust and longing.

"i love you too".

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 8 months

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MASTERLIST

SERIES:

You're the Only Girl for Me- [ONGOING]

All I Want Is You - [COMPLETED 8/29/2023]

LOVE - SEQUEL TO ALL I WANT IS YOU. - After getting back together, Janelle finds out thats she's pregnant. Follow along with Josh and Janelle as they deal with the highs and lows of her pregnancy. [ONGOING]

ALL FALLS DOWN- Kiyana Fatu's world is now in shambles after her husband comes home and tells her he has been having an affair. [COMPLETED 03/25/2024]

RESTORE & REBUILD - SEQUEL TO ALL FALLS DOWN [ ONGOING]

REQUEST:

Miss Independent - Can you do a story where jey starts dating this girl and she is veryyyyy independent and like to do everything her self but jey has to always tell her to sit down and let him do basically Ms.I can do it myself meets mr.sit tf down imma do it plz 🤭

4 a.m Cravings - a part of my LOVE series but also requested. Request: heyyyyy can we get a short lil page or story of Janelle’s pregnancy cravings pls🤍🤍🤍

Jey Rizzo - Okay so yk how the raw before war games when they were mentioning how they needed a 5th member? Well, this universe, it’s a mixed war games so Rhea is in. Cody makes his “call” Randy and a former NXT, newly signed Keiarie or Kabana Love for her ring debut with them. Mr. Main Event takes a notice to her and tries to yk, get his game on the whole night with her

SERIES:

Sorry [ONGOING]

REQUEST:

The Bridesmaid- I hope you’re having a good day! I wanted to request a fic with Jimmy (or jey, I love them both) where the mc is a bridesmaid at their sister’s wedding and she meets one of the groomsmen (Jimmy) and they start to really like each other. The sister warns mc that Jimmy is a playboy but things start to heat up quick between the two anyway! You can add or take away any aspects, have fun with it. Thanks, I love your writing!

#jey uso imagine #main event jey uso #jey uso x black reader #roman reigns #your the only girl for me #jey uso smut #the usos #jimmy uso #jey uso #wwe #jimmy uso x black reader #jimmy uso x reader #jimmy uso agnst #jey uso one shot #jey uso x reader #jey uso fluff #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso angst

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Sami seemed to strike a big nerve with Jey last night

#jey uso #sami zayn #wwe #the usos #roman reigns #smackdown #this segment was SO IMPORTANT lemme tell you #YES SAMI REMIND EVERYONE WHO THE REAL ENEMY IS #jail for roman #jail for roman for a thousands years #the way jey's frown softens when sami says he loved him URGH I'M SICK #my toxic trait is that i will tear up randomly at work bc i'm thinking about these two and make my coworkers worry about me #yes hello no everything is fine haha just angsting over wet pathetic men and their dramatic 100k enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers fic #jey's character has remained so fucking consistent everything he does makes sense #wwe having years long character development that makes sense??? unfathomable #anyways vince mcmahon die challenge #what is up with this pink ass coloring you might ask #and ill tell you pink is the color of love :)))))#lies i just hate coloring gifs with real people in them oof #stuff i made

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livsbrutalitys-blog · 2 months

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Hi, love your fics! If you're still taking requests, I was wondering if you could do Roman Reigns x Reader where she's a rookie on the main roster coming from NXT, but is looked down upon by her coworkers & bullied due to jealousy & for moving up too fast? She's also secretly dating Roman, but no one knows. He wants to help her out, but she doesn't want him to get involved. One day she gets beaten down in the ring by a WWE couple ( of your choice) & him & The Bloodline come out & save her from them & from there they make their relationship official leaving her coworkers in shock. Sorry for making this long, but take your time! No rush! Thank you!

Roman Reigns x fem!reader

use of y/n

requests are open

The crowd roared as Roman Reigns and his faction, The Bloodline, stormed the ring. Becky Lynch and Seth Rollins, the villainous couple who had just ruthlessly attacked Y/n, had no time to react. The Bloodline's savage assault was swift and brutal, sending Lynch and Rollins reeling. As the dust settled, Roman stood tall, his gaze fixed on Y/n. His eyes softened as he reached out and pulled her to her feet. The crowd erupted in a thunderous ovation, finally understanding the secret that had been hidden for so long. Roman lifted Y/n's hand high, declaring their love for the world to see. The cheers grew louder, drowning out the whispers of jealousy and doubt that had once haunted Y/n's path. In that moment, she knew that she had found more than just a champion in Roman; she had found a protector, a lover, and a home within The Bloodline

#wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe x reader #wwe x y/n #angst #fanfic #writers on tumblr #writing #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #wwe #wwe superstars #wwe nxt

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Kidnapped

I’m back and feeling better!

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Spoiled!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Gun and Killing. That’s really it.

Word Count: 1,871

Summary: You go shopping one day and get kidnapped by Roman’s enemies, but you warn them, that they made a grave mistake.

A/N: Requested by: @bloodripleygal Hope I met your expectations. Hope You Enjoy! (Btw sorry the end sucked, I just wanted to get this out and felt like I kept the requester waiting for too long.)

You were currently in you and your husbands, Roman's shared room. You were digging in the closet, trying to find something to wear, but nothing caught your attention. Yeah, you did just go shopping about 2 hours ago, but there's never enough clothes for you.

You we're what people called, a spoiled brat. When you didn't get what you wanted, you would cry, whine, hit, do anything in your power to get that thing. And 9 times out of 10 you would get it, and that's because of your husband

Roman Reigns.

He's the most fear man in the world and he will do anything for you. It might sound good being married to a mafia boss. You get expensive clothes, eat good food, get anything that hasn't even been released yet, there's just so many things, but there are bad things as well.

Such as, his enemies. He has rivalries against many people and if they want to get under his skin, they go afteryou instantly. There has been times where they tried attacking you, but nothing has worked because he makes sure to have high security on you at all times.

Sometimes, you wish you didn't need security guards everywhere. It made you feel like a child. You huffed as all the dresses in the closet we're on the floor. You walked out the room and grabbed your keys. "Charles go clean the room." You demanded the butler. He sped walked up to the room fast.

You also loved having the power when it come to demanding people. You got in your Black Rolls Royce and made your way to his office. He might be in a meeting, but who cares? You need new clothes.

You walked through the door and all eyes were on you. Everyone tracked your moves as your heels clicked on the tile floor. As you stood outside door, you could hear yelling from Roman. You smiled and opened the door. His eyes snapped to the door, ready to yell at whoever came in. "What are you-" He then saw you and softened his expression.

You walked over, behind him and rubbed his chest. "Hey, baby." You saw how all the clients looked confused at how a girl can make him calm down. "Hey love, why are you here?" He grabbed your wrist and pulled you in his lap. "Babe, worst thing ever! I don't have any clothes to wear!" Roman shook his head.

"Didn't you just go shopping, like 2 hours ago?" You nodded your head while pouting. "Please babe, everything in the closet is hideous!" You over exaggerated. "Ok, fine." He pulled out his card from his pocket in his suit. "Go shopping and buy whatever your little heart desires." You squealed and hugged him. "Thanks babe." You got up to leave, but you heard Roman.

"Solo, go with her." You let out a groan. "Ro, I don't need a bodyguard, just let me go on my own. Please?" You looked back. "No. You need someone to be with you, Solo." He motioned, but you weren't gonna give up. "Just this one time. Come on, babe I'll be quick, just give me 20 minutes and I'll call you."

Roman thought about it for a moment, if you called him, he would know that your safe. "Fine, but just this one time." You smiled and an over to him before jumping on his lap. "Thank you, thank you baby. I love you." He nodded his head before you left out.

You walked out the building with a huge smile on your face and got in your car, but little did you know, a man dressed in all black was standing behind a building, with binoculars, watching you. "She going now."

Who was this man?

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Pulling up at the store you wanted to go to, you exited out the car and walked in. You saw some jewelry and went over to it. You bought a couple of rings and brackets before walking to the lingerie. Roman has been wanting you to buy lingerie so you two can 'be in the moment'. You picked up a red lacey set before going to try them on.

A lady was standing by the changing room. "Excuse me, can I get a room?" The lady looked over at you and straightened her posture. "Y-yes ma'am."' You smirked at how scared she got. You entered the changing room and began taking off your clothes. You put it in and turned to the side in the mirror and noticed a figure under the light of the door.

You took a moment and started at it for a minute, but it went away. Maybe a person walking by? You thought. You wanted to get some pictures to send to Roman, but the lighting in the room was bad. You opened the door and took a picture in the mirror, but then everything went black?

You could hear somewhat of a muffled voice speaking. The mysterious man bend down and picked up your phone and sent the photo to Roman with the text. 'Like what you see.' He threw your phone on the floor, making it shatter into pieces before picking you up and dragging you in a car.

His phone ringed. "Yeah, I got her boss."

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You woke up to your head pounding and a slight ring in your ears. You tried moving your body, but felt held back, looking around you found yourself in a chair, with ropes on your wrist and legs. You heard a door open and a black figure appeared in from to f you.

"Oh, your awake now." You couldn't tell who the person was, but they did sound familiar. "You made a huge mistake, kidnapping me!" You warned, but only got a low chuckle. "Are you sure about that? Y'know, this isn't the first time I've tried getting you." That one sentence gave away the person’s identity.

Your husband’s enemy, Brock Lesnar.

Brock has been going after Roman for a couple of months now and ever since Roman beat him last time, Brock hasn't been able to get over it. "Brock?" That's when the light turned on and he had a huge smile on his face. "Such a smart and pretty girl, now I see why Roman keeps you around." Was that supposed to be an insult?

You didn't care whatever that statement was supposed to be because all you knew is that it wouldn't be long until Roman came busting down the door with his guards. Yeah, you will get yelled at and probably will never be able to leave the house on your own again, but your not focused on that right now.

"Keep all the talk, but Roman will come for me and it will be over for you just like Summerslam." You could see the anger rise in him by the expression in his face. "You got a lot of mouth, you know?" You just smiled, making him even more mad. "Yeah, I wouldn't be married to a mafia boss, would I?" He scoffed before leaving the room.

Roman's POV

It's been way more than 20 minutes and I was just about to call quits and go to the store my damn self, but then I got a text. Pulling out my phone and quickly typing the password it was a text from Y/n with an image. I clicked on it and felt anger rose inside me.

It was a picture of Y/n in lingerie, but that wasn't, what caught my attention. It was the fact you could see a black figure about to hit her in the head with something.

If you connect two and two together: there is a figure in her photo, about to hit her and that now, she isn't answering her phone. Something bad has happened. I got up fast, ignoring all the confused murmurs, coming from the clients. "Come on boys, Y/n has been taken." The rest of the Bloodline got up fast, getting their guns and rushing out to the car.

Normal POV

You sat in the chair, humming a song you were listening too in the car. "Shut up, will you!" Brock yelled. "What's the matter, Brock? I'm not doing anything wrong." You flashed doe eyes at him and started laughing. "Your laughing like this is funny, but when I get up out this chair I-" He was cut off by the sound of yelling and shooting.

"He's here." You singsonged with a smile. Brock grit his teeth. "You better not make a sound!" He rushed over to the corner and pulled out a gun. He walked back over and untied you before wrapping his arm around your throat. "Y/n! Y/n! Where are you?!" You could hear Roman yelling for you, and as much as you wanted to yell out, Brock was trying to choke you to death.

"R-r-o!" You squirmed around, trying to get out of Brock’s hold, but nothing worked. “What did I say!” Brock said, gritting through his teeth. He was a little scared because last time Roman didn’t let him off so easily so imagine how he’ll be now. You kicked him in the balls and ran to the door.

“Roman! I’m in here!” You banged on the door and tried opening it, but it must’ve of been locked from the outside. “I’ve gave you many chances, but now I’m done being nice.” Brock walked over to you and snatched you back, making you land on the floor with a groan. He walked over and cocked his gun.

“Let’s see what Roman will have to say when he finds your dead body.” You squeezed your eyes shut, tightly. ‘This is it’ you thought. If you listened to Roman you wouldn’t be in this situation. All of a sudden a gun shot erupted around the room, following a loud thud.

It couldn’t be you because you could hear your loud, heavy breathing. “Y/n!” Roman dropped his gun and rushed over to you. You just sat there in shock as Roman help you, asking you if you were ok. The rest of the Bloodline came in, checking the surroundings. You were close, close from dying all because you wanted to be independent and didn’t want to feel like a child.

“Your never getting out my sight again.” Roman promised, with his grip getting tighter. The boys went over to clean the body up, but Roman stopped him. “No, no, we’re gonna take the body to his wife so she can see what he did to himself.” It sounded cold, from what Roman was saying, but you knew he didn’t care.

He didn’t care about the victims families because he only killed the person for a reason and Brock deserved it more than anyone Roman has faced.

You two went home after a long care ride of Roman holding you and telling you how much he loved you and how he wouldn’t know what to do if he hadn’t found you in time. You also can’t forget the scolding he did.

Truth be told, you’re never going anywhere without a bodyguard. You learned your lesson.

#roman reigns #roman reigns angst #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fanfiction #mob!roman reigns #wwe roman reigns #wwe x reader

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love-islike-abomb · 4 months

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Dreams

Roman reigns x y/n

"so baby dry your eyes, save all the tears you've cried! Oh that's that dreams are made of!!"

I'm in my make Seth the bad guy era🤷

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut!! Errors I may have missed.

Word count: 1.7k

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @heerah34 @marchm-langdon @mindfulofmani @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @thesamoanqueen @vintage-pvssy @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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"y/n we aren't done with this discussion! Sit your ass down!" Seth yelled "If you haven't noticed im the one whos kept the shield together!" He yelled.

Dean got in his face just then "the fuck you are! Its been me, y/n and roman holding it down while you go off and do whatever it is you do with those strippers we see leaving your hotel room everyday and you're so drunk we have to make excuses for you!"

"dean dont!" I said trying to seperate them but it was no use. All 3 of them were arguing now and hearing it was just to much for me. I grabbed my coat and purse and headed down to my car. They wouldnt even notice I was gone and if they did would they even care?

Romans POV

I turned around to walk away and noticed y/n wasnt on th couch. She must be in her room. I went and knocked on her door but got no answer. I walked back out to the living room "if you 2 would shut up!!" I yelled "y/n is missing and I think its because of us!"

"who cares! Let her go! It's not like she matters to us anyway!" Seth said with a smirk

"seth that's not funny! You know how sensitive she is to us fighting! Arguing terrifies her!" Dean said.

"oh well!" He said with little weasel laugh he does. I picked him up by his shirt and shoved him against the wall "if anything happens to her i swear i'll-"

"you'll what? Kick my ass? I'd love to see you try big dog!" He laughed "aww someone's in love!" He mocked and I drew my fist back but felt Dean grab my arm "he's not worth it!" He said.

I lowered my fist "you're right. He isn't. But she is!" I said grabbing my car keys and wallet.

I had let her go once. I wasn't about to again.

Y/n's POV

"another one?" The bar tender said "don't you think you've had enough?"

"i'll stop when I stop! Besides its not like i can't call an Uber" i said glaring at him.

He poured me another shot of tequila and i downed it without even blinking "y/n?" A voice from behind me said. I recognized it almost instantly "what do you want Roman?!" I spat.

"y/n are you drunk?" He asked.

"I'm fine!" I said trying to stand up only to lose my balance because of the alcohol.

"Clearly you're not fine" he said catching me before I fell to the floor. I was angry at Seth not him. I hated Seth for putting me through this shit. I should've chosen Roman but Seth said all the right things. I was young and naive. I had started drinking to drown my troubles away but I had hidden it so well that none of them knew. Roman hd held my heart for a long time but I was to afraid to tell him. what if he didn't feel the same anymore? What if he hated me now?

"Let's get you back to the hotel" he said "I'll even tuck you in" he smiled. His smile brought back so many good memories of when I was happy. When all was right in the world. My heart ached for it all to be what it once was but I had the feeling it wasn't going to be.

Romans pov

I put her in the car and buckled her in. She passed out half way back to the hotel. A number of things went through my head as I drove. Did she still feel the same way? Was she over me or was the spark still there? I would have to wait until she sobered up and ask when the time was right or let her bring it up. The thought of losing her again terrified me.

When I pulled into the hotel parking lot dean was in the walkway waiting. Seth was no where to be found. I got out of the car, went to y/n's side of the car and pulled her out and carried her into the hotel "what happened?" Dean asked. "She's drunk!" I said.

"Ro, Seth left and took all his stuff..i don't think he's coming back!" Dean said "I called Steph and told her what happened. She's gonna talk to hunter and Seth is gonna face disciplinary action possibly even termination"

"As much as I don't want the shield to split up I think it's for the best!" I said "I'm gonna get her into bed. She's gonna have. Massive headache tomorrow"

I had Dean grab my key card to my hotel roomoit of his wallet and open the door. He had an extra just for this very reason. "I'll see you in the morning Dean" I said walking in with y/n and shut the door with my foot. I carried her to the bed and laid her down and covered her up. Taking my shoes off I pulled the couch bed out and laid down.

I didn't know how tomorrow was gonna go but I hoped it would be ok. I was still madly in love with her and I could only hope He felt the same.

The next morning

Y/n's POV

I woke up and surprisingly didn't have a headache. Then I looked over and saw Roman on the couch bed "still the gentleman I remember" I smiled. He was the total opposite of Seth. A gentleman, loving, romantic, caring, and an animal in bed! I sighed thinking about the fact that there was always the possibility that he wasn't in love with me anymore but I would cross that bridge later.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Still no headache. I turned the water on to wet my toothbrush "still so noisy!" I heard and nearly jumped out of my skin before realizing it was Roman and laughed at myself "i wasn't expecting you to wake up" I smiled "I was just gonna brush my teeth and get a shower"

"Before you do there's something I wanna talk to you about" he said. My heart started to race "what's that?" I asked.

"I know you probably don't remember but you told me you still loved me last night" he said. My heart dropped. I'm never gonna see him again. "Was that just the alcohol talking or?"

I swallowed hard. I was scared I was about to get rejected by the one person I still cared about. Better to get it over with now so I can move on with my life "i- i still love you but if you don't feel the same anymore i under-" he cut me off pressing his lips to mine and without even thinking I kissed him back instantly. my heart pounded in my throat tasting his lips again before he broke away "I hated seeing you with Seth!" He said "I was afraid you didn't love me anymore!"

"Seth said all the right things to swoon me but I'm still in love with you!" I smiled.

He rested his hand on the side of my face giving a few soft small kisses before a needy passionate kiss took over. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance which i gave him. Our tongue danced for dominance before he lifted me up and carried me to the bed before gently laying me down on it.

"I love you so much baby girl! I never wanna lose you again!" He said.

I ran my hands through his long, jet black hair "I love you to and im not going anywhere!" I smiled "I need you!"

"I fucking need you to baby!" My pajamas were soon torn off and his boxers came off and landed in a pile on the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly slid inside me, both of us letting out groans of pleasure "uhn Fuck! Still such a wet, tight pussy!" He growled.

"You're so big ro!!" I groaned. His thrusts soon formed a rhythm as our skin slapped together "uhn fuck baby girl! You're already gripping me! Don't you cum yet! We've barely started! I'm gonna fuck you all night! The whole hotel is gonna know my name!" He growled. The husky voice I loved so much combined with his dirty talk nearly sent me over the edge. He got a smirk on his face and grabbed my throat "fuck!" I moaned out.

"You thought I'd forget you liked to be choked didnt you?" He smirked. His thrusts got faster and harder "what's my name baby?" He growled before lifting my legs over his shoulder allow him deeper access "what's my name baby girl?"

"Daddy!!" I groaned.

"That's my good girl! You're mine!" He growled his hips snapping against mine even harder "oooh fuck!!"

"Oh yeah I can feel that pussy gripping my cock! Cum for daddy baby girl! Milk my cock! Milk it dry!"

His dirty talk sent me over the edge and my orgasm rocked my body before he started snapping his hips faster "oh fuck baby I'm gonna fill that pussy! Oh fuck yes! Take it you whore!" He growled before spilling his hot cum deep inside me. A few more sloppy thrusts and he Stilled inside me, letting my legs down, leaning forward to give me a kiss. "I love you so much beautiful! I'm so glad I have you back!"

He slowly pulled out of me and collapsed to the bed. An idea popped into my head And I got on top of him, straddling him "nice view" he smiled before I ground my pussy against him "oh fuck baby!" He groaned and I felt his cock harden again "you aren't gonna be able to walk by the time we're done!" He smirked.

"Who says I'm going anywhere?" I smiled.

"That's daddy's good girl!!"

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MASTERLIST.

→ ⌜ROMAN REIGNS.⌟

CINNAMON IN MY TEETH, FROM YOUR KISS; ⌜series.⌟ 🦋♡⭐︎✴︎◦

part I. all the pills that you take to keep me at arms length : an accident that occurs backstage seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back for Isabel. [a.]

part II. if you hold me without hurting me: chaos is bound to ensue after a drunk tongue speaks sober thoughts.

part III. kerosene: the fire reaches a fever pitch.

DRABBLES. 🪴♡⭐︎✴︎◦

mechanic!roman.

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I’m Not Him | The Shield Imagine [Separate]

Anon: Ooh could we get fic-one of the shield boys-where gf pushes him to hang out with his friends, doesnt kiss him in front of his friends, tries not to ask him for much. And he gets really angry until he learns her ex accused her of being clingy so she didnt want him to dump her bc shes 'smothering', some agst then fluff. Thanks!

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Summary; Y/n isn’t used to a nontoxic relationship so when The boys pull her up on her odd behaviour of pushing him to hang out with his friends more.

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, crying, breakups, makeups, roman being a sweetheart, Seth being an idiot, errors I missed.

A/N: I know you said one of the boys but I decided to do all three.

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DEAN AMBROSE: [aka Jon Moxley]

He was cool with it at first. He thought you were one of those calm girlfriends who didn’t make a big deal if he hung around his friends a lot.

You never kissed him in front of his friends, you never asked for much.

But it got to the point where it become a habit. Whenever he was with you and he got from one of his friends or a call, you told him to hang out with them.

He started to think maybe you didn’t love him anymore and were cheating on him, which caused him to get pissed off.

Eventually, he confronted you in a fit of rage, which kind of scared you.

The two of you were snuggled on the couch, watching some cheesy cringy movie on Netflix that he wasn’t really invested in when his phone pinged with a text message. It was one of his friends asking if he wanted to hang out. You glanced over at the text message.

“You can go see them,” You spoke. He looked up at you. eyes filled with anger which kind of made you gulp. Having flashbacks to your ex. You thought he was going to say of course I can.

“No, I’m watching this movie with you,” He spoke. Looking back at the screen. But you could sense he was annoyed, and you didn’t want him to think you were clingy.

“I can tell you hate it; you can go I don’t mind,” You spoke again. Voice filled with so much vulnerability.

“That’s bullshit y/n, and you know it,” He snapped, turning his attention away from the screen to look at you. Eyes filled with annoyance. It made you jump, scooting away from him.

“I-what,” You gasped out. Heart pounding so fast.

“You always push me to hang out with my friends, especially when I spend time with you, are you cheating on me? is that why you push me to hang out with your friends so you can bring him around? Or maybe you are using me? Stringing me along?” He growled out. Making tears fall from your eyes.

“No, I’m sorry, I just…I thought you would think I was being clingy if I didn’t let you hang around them, that you would think I am smothering you,” You sobbed.

“Why would I think that?” He spoke. All his anger had died down. Being placed with sympathy.

You didn’t answer him, hanging your head down in shame. Your silence told him a lot. It obviously had something to do with your asshole ex.

“Did that asshole, call you clingy?” He asked. You nod your head.

“Hey, your not clingy for showing your love, remember that he is an asshole,” He spoke. Grabbing your chin and pulling your head up so you were looking at him.

Your eyes were blurred with tears. He wiped away your tears.

“I think I need to go around to your ex’s house and punch the shit out of him,” He spoke. Making a small smile appear on your lips, which made him happy.

“There’s that smile,” He beamed, letting go of your chin, as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest as he hugged you tight.

“No more of that toxic thinking,” He spoke. You nodded your head…

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ROMAN REIGNS:

Roman finds it strange you push him to hang out with his friends. Even when they don’t text or call him to make plans.

He finds it even odd that you don’t kiss him in front of them, though he can understand given the fact that the relationship he and you had didn’t start great, you were still in a relationship and he was divorced, so some people might assume that he ruined your relationship or that you are pretty much a whore.

He definitely wasn’t going to force a kiss out of you. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

His friends think you are cool for that, letting him hang out with them a lot, but Roman believes there’s something deep down that is making you push him towards his friends. Maybe trauma.

He knew your ex-boyfriend was the worst to you. He knew because he saved Roman isn’t angry per se he is just sad that you don’t want to spend a lot more time with him, even when his friends don’t ask him to hang out.

He just finds it odd. He thinks maybe something is going on with you.

Especially when you don’t ask a lot out of him. It’s like you don’t want his help. He can see you struggling when you do need help. It’s the insignificant things, like taking the dishes to the sink, struggling to hold the laundry basket full of clothes, etc.

He doesn’t believe you are cheating because he knows you better than you know yourself. He knows you are deeply in love with him, but he can tell you are scared. He does believe it has something to do with your past relationship.

He does think it has something to do with your ex, he thinks maybe you weren’t telling him the whole truth about your past relationship with your ex, the one he saved you from, he believed he was more than physically abusive to you he thinks he was emotionally abusive as well. He doesn’t want to pressure you into telling him if you weren’t ready.

So he took it slowly, canceling his plans to hang with you. which he saw put you on edge, it was only a matter of time till you caved in. He could tell by your behaviour, how on edge you were.

“You should hang out with them, I don’t mind,’ You spoke, as he helped you fold the pile of clothes.

Roman shrugged his shoulders.

“You okay?” He asked, noticing your breathing got uneven.

“Yeah, I just don’t want you to miss out hanging with your friends and regret it,” You answered rather too quickly.

“It’s never boring with you,” He spoke. Sending a wink your way, which seemed to make you cry even harder. Stupid emotions. You scolded yourself.

‘Y/n, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked. Hands cupping the side of your face.

“It’s nothing,” You gasped out. Drying your tears. But they still fell.

‘It’s not nothing if you are crying,” He spoke.

“I-just, I…” Struggling to tell him why you were crying. You didn’t want him to leave you since you were so emotionally damaged by your ex.

“Is this about your ex?” Roman asked, making you look at him in shock.

“How did you know?” You gasped out.

“It’s pretty obvious he did more than just physically abuse you,” Roman spoke. Making you cry even harder.

“You can tell me,” He spoke, as he guided you to sit on the couch. Hands off your face now. His right arm wrapped around your shoulder. He placed his left hand on your thigh. His eyes never left your eyes as you stared at him. when you spoke you looked away.

“He said I was smothering him whenever I asked him to do stuff or asked something from him, he said that I was clingy when I didn’t let him hang out with his friends, and when I kissed him in front of his friends he said I was being a clingy bitch and smothering him,” You confessed.

“He is truly a fucking idiot, he never deserved you,” Roman spoke in a soothing voice. He didn’t want to scare you with an angry voice. He was pissed off at your ex.

“Hey, look at me,” Roman spoke softly. you turned your head to look at him. It broke his heart seeing you crying over what that asshole did to you, the mind games he played on you still affected you.

”I just didn’t want you to think I was clingy and smothering you,” You sniffled out.

“I would never think that about you, I love you too much,” Roman spoke. Seeing you smile softly.

Which made him smile.

“I love you too,” You spoke. Making his eyes sparkle. The pad of his thumb wipes your fallen tears.

Eyes locked on each other.

“Don’t ever think you are being clingy or smothering me for showing your love and affection towards me because you aren’t I love you so much y/n,” Roman spoke in a soft tone, making your heart melt….

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SETH ROLLINS:

Seth really didn’t make a big deal out of it at first, like Dean/Jon he assumed you were the cool girlfriend, the laid-back one, but he started to see it as a red flag, especially when you didn’t kiss him in front of his friends, how you solely pushed him towards hanging out with his friends, how you tried not to ask much from him, even when he knew you wanted to.

It started to piss him off. So, when he rudely confronted you on this, his patience for your explanation ran thin. And it really didn’t go the right way.

“Are you cheating on me? huh, is that why you won't kiss me in front of my friends? You push me to hang out with them so you can bring him around and fuck him? huh?” He snapped out. Which only made you burst into tears.

Seth held no sympathy though. He rolled his eyes.

“Oh don’t cry,” He snapped.

“He can have you, WE ARE DONE,” Seth shouted, before turning around and storming out of the house he shared with you. Leaving you to fall on the floor, and sob harder.

Seth ignored you through the weeks, texting you to get your stuff out of the house, and he didn’t care where you went to. He was ruthless.

Your best friend was pissed off at him, you ended up staying with her. Wallowing in her guest bedroom and crying your eyes out. Heartbroken. She hasn’t seen you this messed up since that asshole ex of yours did a number on you.

She had enough. Seth was being a complete wanker, she had to give him a piece of her mind, so she decided to drive over to his place and yell at him for treating you like shit. If it got to the point she had to get violent she would, she didn’t care, no one treats her best friend like that.

When she got there she parked in the driveway. Putting her car in park and putting the handbrake up. Turned the car off. She took the keys out of the ignition and got out of her car. Slamming the door shut.

She marched over to the front door. Knocking really hard on the door. She didn’t care.

The door opened revealing an annoyed Seth. They both rolled their eyes.

“Hey asshole,” She hissed out.

“Of course, she would get her best friend to pick her shit up, too much of a coward to do it herself,” Seth snarled out. Making y/n’s best friend give him a bitch look.

“She never cheated on you, you fucking moron, if you got your head out of your ass for just one minute and let her explain instead of jumping to a conclusion, then you would know the truth, and your one to talk, you’ve cheated, you are such a hypocrite, she would never cheat, I don’t know what she sees in you but you are a complete douchebag,” She snapped. Her eyes blazed with anger.

“If she didn’t cheat on me then why was she pushing me towards my friends not kissing me, hardly asking me much?” He snapped back.

“Because her ex called her clingy and told her she was smothering him for not letting him hang out with his friends for kissing him in front of them, especially when she asked him for things, so she got it into her head that if she did that shit with you, you wouldn’t like it, you idiot,” She hissed out. God, she wanted to punch him so hard.

Seth looked shocked. Mouth a gap. She took a step back. Rolling her eyes in annoyance. God, he was such an idiot. She only came to him because it broke her heart to see you in so much pain and Seth was an idiot for not letting you explain yourself.

“Are you coming you idiot, I’m not letting my best friend cry another tear for you,” She hissed.

Seth quickly grabbed his keys from the hallway table that was near the front door. Exiting the house. He locked the door, following your best friend. She was already in the car. Looking annoyed.

Seth got in the car. Before he could put his seatbelt on your best friend sped off. Making Seth look at her like she was crazy. He put the seatbelt on.

An awkward silence filled the car. She turned the radio up. But Seth’s thoughts were on you.

She definitely wasn’t going to the speed limit. Going over the speed limit. She really was a rough driver. A couple of times Seth thought they were going to crash into another car.

After fifteen minutes of her horrible driving, they finally arrived at her house. She parked the car in the narrow driveway. Putting the handbrake on and the handbrake up. She turned the car off.

Turning her head to look at Seth.

“I will be in the backyard, if I here uncontrollably sobbing I will end your life,” She spoke, yanking the key out of the ignition, taking her seatbelt off, she opened the door and got out, slamming the door as soon as she got out. she opened the side gate, then slammed that one closed.

Seth collected his thoughts for a second, before he unbuckled the seatbelt, and opened the door. He got out. closing the door softly.

Walking to the front door. He opened the door, gently closing it. Anxiety bubbled up inside of him.

He heard soft sniffling. Making his heart drop. He did that to you, and it broke his heart. Seth followed the sound of soft crying. Standing in front of a door. He knocked softly. When he didn’t hear a reply he opened the door.

His heart ached as he saw you curled in a ball.

“Y/n,” Seth spoke softly, making you stop crying. He walked closer to the bed. Sitting down

“I know why you have been acting the way you have when we were together, I know you didn’t cheat, and I was such an idiot to think that, your best friend told me that your ex said you were clingy and smothering him when you showed PDA towards him to his friends, and that he would say you where clingy when he wanted to hang out with his friends and he claimed you didn’t let him, he was an idiot, and I am a bigger idiot for not letting you explain,” He spoke.

You turned to face him. Making Seth give a heartbroken look as he saw how red your eyes were. Cheeks puffy. Of course, she would go over to his house and give him a piece of her mind, she always cared about you.

“I want to make a mend, I want us to be together again, I’m a fool for letting you go, but I understand if you don’t want to, it is totally up to you?” He asked. Your heart hammered.

Your hand grabbed a hold of his. Making him look down at his and your intertwined fingers, he looked up at you as you looked up at him with pain-filled eyes.

“Baby steps,” You spoke, Making Seth smile. His thumb caresses the back of your hand. You knew it would take a lot of work to trust again, to trust Seth fully, to be able to be comfortable in your relationship with him, to get over your past trauma with your ex-boyfriend, but you believed Seth was worth it….

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Chapter XVI ✧ I Love You

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: Rhea finally confesses.

Warnings; smut, fluff

Word Count: 6.9k

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A/n: Alright yall, this is it. This is the last chapter I hope you enjoy 🤗

A week had swung by ever since the events that had transpired. At the Performance Center, Rhea could be seen standing near the ring as she paced around with her arms crossed, watching as her boys were training and preparing for War Games. Drew, who had decided to form that alliance with the Judgement Day and surprisingly with the Bloodline despite what they did to him, had also volunteered to help them train. Raquel and Liv also volunteered in assisting with training, with the taller woman being the one in the ring while Liv stood around the ring, explaining and suggesting what they should do in certain situations during the match. Jimmy’s Solo, and Roman were also of great help, seeing how last year they were the ones at War Games.

Liv’s leg had healed quickly, thanks to her resting the time she was needed and required. As for Rhea, she was already feeling good as new after the day that she woke up. Things were slowly working out between the two, despite the fact that Liv still wanted a title shot after Survivor Series. She had to admit, out of everyone in that locker room, Liv was relentless and stubborn, but in a good way. Regardless, she was going to make sure that she still retained and that she can hopefully see Liv improve more each day.

“Hey! Wanna switch for a bit?” Raquel called out to Rhea as she slid away from the ring to take a break. At that, Rhea perked up and nodded as she placed her bottle of water to the side and switched with Raquel, sliding her way through the ring while the taller woman went to take a seat for a bit. She was training Damian and Finn, both of them facing each other as Rhea gave them pointers and suggestions, all the while Liv, who also had her own share of experience in War Games, had decided to get in the ring and began leading both Dom and Jimmy and even teaching the younger male how to break from a lock, something that Dom seemed to have some struggle with at first until he had it all down to a T.

They were all scheduled to assist that Friday Night Smackdown, with Damian and Finn defending their titles against the Street Profits. It was still noon, so they had more than enough time to prepare. Unless, that’s what they thought that they were going to do when suddenly, as they were all taking a small break, they received a text notification.

“Team, due to the incident from the past week, Friday Night Smackdown will be canceled for tonight…” Dom read out loud from his phone while the others read the exact same thing. “We do apologize in advance as we are currently in the process of an ongoing investigation regarding the incident in question. As for Survivor Series, this will once again be postponed for next Saturday, none of you who are scheduled to assist will not have to arrive at the airport tonight. Apologies for any inconvenience this could cause.”

“Apologies? Pft, they just gave you guys more time to train.” Liv said as she chuckled. “You guys are lucky.”

“Yeah, but they’re really extending the events because of the incident. Which means the cause of the incident was really that serious…” Solo commented as he drank his water.

“Well, someone from tech probably screwed up while setting up the pyros.” Damian suggested as he crossed his arms.

“Ooohhhhh their asses are getting fired…” Jimmy mumbled while he wiped off the sweat from his forehead. A phone suddenly rang as Drew looked down at it before he spoke to the group.

“I have to get going, I got a few errands to run now.” He told the group, gathering his things before they all bid farewell to him as he left.

“So, does anyone wanna eat somewhere? I’m starving.” Jimmy asked. At that, Roman faced him as he arched an eyebrow.

“You remember the last time we all went out to eat together?” At his comment, Damian almost spat out his water while trying not to laugh.

“Cabrón, Jimmy and Dom fought over a chicken tender—“

“Yeah man, you guys got us almost banned because of that, I still remember!” Finn also chuckled while Dom shook his head and Jimmy raised his hands in defense.

“Hey Uce, I’m a changed man, I don’t steal no one’s tenders any more.”

“You guys fought over a chicken tender?” Raquel asked as she sat down while she arched an eyebrow. Rhea couldn’t help but snicker.

“It’s a very long story, you had to be there to witness it though, it was hilarious.”

“Well it was all fun and games until the manager almost called us out. That shit was embarrassing.” Dom told them. “They even thought that I was the one that stole the tender when it was Jimmy who did it.”

“Now I kindly asked though—“

“Sure you did, Jimmy. Sure you did.”

“Honestly guys, we should just do take-out. We got this day off and I think we should use it to take a small break.” Finn suggested as he placed a towel on his shoulder while looking at his food.

“Or… we can like, go out tonight.” Liv suggested. At that, everyone turned to look at each other at the suggestion.

“Honestly, yeah, we need it. Hell yeah.” Dom agreed, as well as everyone else unanimously.

“Ah no es que ustedes todos son unos pinches alcohólicos.” Raquel muttered.

“No vengas que tú también eres igual y peor.” Damián called out. “Ah, y más con el tequila.”

“Shut up, tequila’s fine.”

“Alright, alright, we can go out tonight, but after we get something to eat.” Rhea told them as she went to grab her things.

“Alright, let’s go—“ The guys attempted to go until Liv stood and paused them as she arched an eyebrow.

“And who said you guys were coming with us?” She asked, pointing at herself, Rhea, and Raquel.

“Wait what—“

“Nah, you guys get your own food, we’re gonna get our own and plus, we have some catching up to do. Sooooo, see ya!” Liv laughed before she grabbed both Rhea and Raquel’s arms, dragging both of them with her.

The others blinked as they watched the three walk away.

“… well at least they get along now.”

“… should we have them two join our grou—“

“Jimmy, no.”

2:45 PM

After going out to eat with both women, Rhea returned with them back to the hotel. Upon returning, they overheard that the other superstars were planning on going out tonight as a group to the same bar that they all went to last night. The three simply sat by the lounge area of the hotel as they chatted, spending their time catching up on the time that they lost all because they were against one another.

“So,” Liv began as she shifted in her seat, shifting the conversation that they had earlier to another topic. “… you and Roman, Rhea?”

Rhea stared at her momentarily. “Next question.”

“And here she goes again…” Raquel sighed and shook her head.

“What? Did I say something bad?” Liv asked as she looked at Raquel, concerned that she might have said something wrong, but the Latina just shook her head.

“No, Liv, you’re good. The thing is that THIS person right here is in complete and utter denial.”

“Just like how you’re in denial about you losing against me three times in a row?” Rhea asked as she arched an eyebrow.

“I— don’t drag me in this fight, I’m not a part of it, starting now.” Liv quickly warned the two as she tried to shift away from the two slightly in her seat. Raquel rolled her eyes at that.

“Come on, we’re not starting any fights. If anything, we should address the elephant in the room: Rhea Bloody Ripley in denial.”

“Okay- look.” Rhea sighed deeply as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “… if I say this, promise you won’t freak out.”

“I promise.” Liv quickly said

“I can’t promise shit, Ripley.” Raquel simply said as she crossed her arms. The Eradicator deadpanned at her before she took a deep breath and spoke.

“… Roman confessed to me while I was asleep.”

“He WHAT—“

“Knew it.”

“Okay one, Liv, I told you not to freak out and two, Raquel, don’t be a smartass.” Rhea said as she scoffed. “Look- the point is that he made the official confession while I was asleep. Well, half-conscious. I wasn’t exactly awake but I did hear him damn well the moment he said it.”

“Aaaaaand how do you feel about it…?” Liv asked as she gave her a look.

“…”

“… Rhea, we don’t know the meaning of that silence.”

“…”

In her few seconds of silence, Raquel grew impatient before she took her hand and slapped it against the back of Rhea’s head. Making her cry out in pain and a few other people from afar stare at them.

“Raquel what the fu—“

“Chingona, just fucking say it already, damn! What’s it gonna take for you to admit it?!”

“Hm, hit her more.” Liv mumbled. At that, Rhea abruptly turned to face her.

“Liv!”

“What? I’m only suggesting—“

“And they say I’m the bad influence—“

“Okay enough.” Raquel huffed. “Rhea. You need to come to terms with this shit. Either you feel something or you don’t. That’s all we need to know so we can help you and then, we can move on with our lives forever.”

“… I’ll have my answer by tonight.”

“By toni— oh come on–“

“Rhea, you’re literally torturing yourself.” Liv told her as she shook her head. “Like literally.”

“You better keep on that promise, Ripley. Because if you don’t, we’re about to have a problem.”

“Guys, it’s gonna be fine. I will have that answer by tonight and then after that, y’all can live in peace.” Rhea reassured them before she looked at the time. “We should rest for a bit tonight before we leave. I’m betting you everyone’s going and we might ride in the van again tonight.”

“Yeah, good call.” Liv agreed as the three sat up. “What time should we come down here?”

“Austin said that they’re driving off at 6 PM.” Raquel said as she glanced at her phone. “They’re saying it in the group chat as we speak.”

“Alright, six o’clock it is, then.” They walked away together to the elevator before they decided to take a small nap at Raquel’s room, just so they could get ready together later on once they woke up.

5:45 PM

“Come on people, we got fifteen minutes left! Take it or leave it!” Austin called from outside as Grayson had already started the van behind him. “We still have a few seats left!”

“Should we take the other van? Just in case?” Grayson asked him.

“Eh, we’ll see. How many seats do we have left?”

“I’m counting ten more.”

“Should be enough for now. I’ll probably be driving the other van if more people decide to come.” Austin nodded before they saw more people walk out as he perked up before he grinned. “Hey, look who’s tagging along!” He went to the crowd to greet a few superstars.

After a while everyone who wanted to go and hang out at the bar with the others were already walking inside the two vans, one of them which was driven by Grayson which was full whilst the other one was half-full and was driven by Austin. At Grayson’s van, the Judgement Day and the Bloodline, along with Liv, Raquel, Shayna, and Zoey all sat in the back as they chatted amongst each other.

“Dude, rumors are going around that Randy’s coming back as the fifth member for Cody’s teams.” Shayna commented, passing along a bottle of vodka that they had been drinking from since five minutes ago.

“What? After Jey took him out?” Damian scoffed while the others laughed.

“Dude, not only him, but Jimmy too. And Roman.”

“Hey now he’s gonna want to mess with us now then if that’s true.” Jimmy quickly said almost in a nervous tone while Roman scoffed.

“Good luck with that, he probably doesn’t even know the Bloodline and the Judgement Day are unified.”

“Oh he’s gonna be screwed.” Zoey snickered, taking the bottle as she took a sip from it. “Unless he gets to RKO one of y’all first.”

“Sike, nooooot happening.” Damian immediately said before he was given the bottle and drank a bit as well.

“Hey, pass some of that?” They all kept chatting and drinking only small sips of the bottle, knowing that they couldn’t consume that much alcohol considering how they were about to drink the second they arrived at the bar. After a few minutes, both vans parked near the bar as everyone began to go inside.

“Where’s Zelina at?” Raquel was the first to ask as she looked within the crowd. “She should be here right?”

“Yeah she came from the other van—“

“Good, let’s go!” She immediately grabbed Liv and Rhea’s arms as she dragged both of them with her. “Rhea- you know how to dance salsa, so we’re gonna teach Liv after we find Zelina—“

“What- I don’t know how to–!”

“Oh please, Damian and I taught you that, now let’s go!”

“I’d rather be moshing than doing this but whatever—“

“Oh shut up, come on now!”

Two had passed since their arrival, and during those hours, the three women spent their time dancing and even taking small breaks by the bar while sharing a drink. Liv even took a moment to buy an appetizer for them just to crash down the alcohol an hour later. The three sat as they drank, ate, and laughed.

“You know back when I attacked Rhea way back then, I wanted to do a spear on her but I realize I’ve never even done a spear before on someone!” Liv commented, eating a piece of a spicy wing while she wiped her mouth with a napkin. Raquel smiled and shook her head while Rhea snorted.

“Okay, that would’ve been insane if you did, I’ll admit it—“

“Right?!”

“Her spearing Kevin Owens during Payback had my jaw on the floor, I’ll tell you that.” Raquel also admitted, taking a sip from her martini. “I thought she was done for when she did that, like— I actually thought she was going to be spent after that and that I was gonna win the title.”

“Well, you were damn wrong, so.” Rhea chuckled, causing Liv to laugh.

“On a serious note, I hope you retain next week, because I’m gonna be next, Rhe Rhe. Watch me.”

“Yeaaaaaah about that, I think Shayna wants a shot too, you know… and Becky—“

“What? Them? Oh I’m gonna have to fight them both for the title shot—“

“Let Pearce know after I retain, he’ll make it official. Trust me.”

“Ohhhhh, she’s that confident to retain next week…” Raquel chuckled. “Zoey isn’t easy to beat, Rhe Rhe. You think she has potential though?”

“Honestly? She does.” Rhea spoke sincerely, leaning back on her chair while grabbing her drink. “The way I view you and Liv here, is the same way I view Zoey. Both of you have potential. Lots of it. And I’m not going to spill too much info, but a little birdie told me that more championship titles might start coming out…”

“No way.” Liv immediately said as her eyes widened. Almost leaning forward as she looked at Rhea while she drank whilst Raquel also grew interested. “How did you get this info?”

“Well, when the Wiseman is friends with both Pearce and Aldis and when he represents the Bloodline and the Judgement Day at the same time, you end up knowing everything.”

“Girl, you better not put our hopes up for nothing.” Raquel told her, dipping a piece of celery into the ranch that they had with the wings before she took a bite out of it. Liv then gasped before she looked at the two.

“Wait, what if they decide to put on a triple tag championship? For the women?”

“That would make the roster explode, trust me.” Rhea chortled. They kept on chatting, and when Raquel was talking about Santos turning against Rey during Friday Night Smackdown weeks ago and how Zelina told how she felt about it, Rhea took a moment to look at the crowd of people. She then smiled when she saw Damian and Iyo from afar, both smiling and laughing as Damian was teaching her to dance to bachata. He looked happy when he was around her; free from all the stress and anger that he kept on having at work. It was a nice change for him to be in a committed relationship with someone like Iyo. She only hoped that their relationship lasted longer than anyone would expect.

She then turned her head and saw Dom chatting with Jimmy and Finn. The group shared a drink and laughed before the song that played in the bar switched, and as soon as it did, Dom and Finn immediately sang along with it out loud like almost everyone within the bar while Jimmy tried his best to follow along but ended up with the other two laughing and helping him. The Samoan twin didn’t know Spanish very well unlike Dom and Finn, but they were able to help him get along with it.

Near them were Solo and Roman, both of them also chatting and sharing a drink before she saw Damian and Iyo- both of them who finished dancing and were holding hands as they walked up to them. She watched as Damian and Roman exchanged a few words while the former paid for his and Iyo’s drinks. They both seemed to be in an understanding conversation with one another before Damian extended his hand to the Tribal Chief in a handshake, with the male Samoan smiling and accepting said handshake before—

“Mira ve y comételo a besos, pues.” Raquel suddenly interrupted her chain of thoughts, causing Rhea to almost jump in her seat as she turned to her and Liv.

“What–”

“Girl, just go! You said you were going to have your answer by tonight, right?!”

“Rhea, you’ve been watching him for the past five minutes, you’re not even being subtle about it!” Liv agreed as she ordered another drink for herself. “It’s that easy. Go up to him, chat about anything- literally anything, and then boom, pour your freakin’ heart out! Easy, simple!”

“Exactly, what she said.” Raquel agreed as she pointed at Liv while nodding her head.

“Look, at midnight, we’re all going to start taking shots. Midnight. Right now, it’s 8:40 PM.” Raquel showed her the time on her watch. “If you don’t make a decision before then, you’re gonna lose your chance. At some point, he might get tired of waiting. Is that what you want, Ripley?”

“I couldn’t agree more, she’s right, you know.” A female voice suddenly spoke beside them. At that, all three heads turned to see Nia who was paying for her own drink. At that, Raquel was the first one to frown disapprovingly.

“Haven’t you done enough, Nia?” She asked. “Why don’t you go and talk shit somewhere else and leave Rhea be?”

“Whoa there, I’m not here to cause issues, alright?” Nia simply sat, waiting for her drink to be prepared. “I’ve come in peace, and I’d like to talk to Rhea. It’s nothing bad.”

Rhea looked at her momentarily, before she shared a look with Raquel and Liv. Liv wore a concerned look on her face, whilst Raquel looked at Nia sternly. Reminding her how Damian would do the exact same thing for her in these types of situations.

“Raq. Liv, I’ll be fine.” She reassured both women. “I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit, okay?” Rhea watched as Liv and Raquel hesitantly walked away before she turned towards Nia.

“What do you want?”

“Well, first I'd like to apologize for my…behavior at Crown Jewel- and before that. When Solo texted me asking for my help to convince Roman to leave your side and get some rest because he refused, I didn't believe it because that’s just not how Roman was. Then when I got to the hospital and saw how bad it actually was, it made me realize that, Rhea, he truly does love you. He was crying and that is not a sight I've seen much growing up with him.” She then paused as she took a sip from her drink after the bartender served it to her while Rhea listened, a bit taken back not only because Nia was apologizing to her out of all people, but at the fact that she was actually caring towards her own blood.

“Look. What I’m trying to say is that… don’t make him wait any longer.” Nia set her drink down as she then turned to her yet again. “All I want is the best for my own blood and I’d hate to see any of them suffer. At the end of the day, they’re my family. No matter what.”

Rhea didn’t know what to say as she looked down. Nia then sighed as she took her drink from the table and walked past her before she spoke yet again. “If you want my advice, go get him while you still can. Life’s too short, Ripley.”

She was walking away after she said that while Rhea was left thinking until she spoke to her, making the irresistible force pause in her steps. “Shayna forced you to apologize, didn’t she?”

Nia remained silent for a bit before she turned to face her yet again. “I would’ve still apologized to you after what I saw. But… yeah, she kinda did. You might want to thank her for that. And also… I’m sorry I called you a whore. Now that was out of line from me, I will admit.”

Rhea wanted to laugh at that but she decided to keep herself. She watched as Nia walked away through the crowd of people, leaving her alone in her booth with her own thoughts. She looked among the crowd, watching everyone enjoying their time and having fun while she was mentally contemplating as she finished her drink. When she did, she set her glass down before she once again looked to Roman’s direction, noticing how he was now talking to Solo and Jimmy for a few seconds before she saw the two walk away, leaving their cousin by himself at the bar.

She watched him from where she sat as he ordered his own drink to the bartender. She then looked around, wondering if Raquel and Liv would come back anytime soon. When she then realized that they were probably somewhere in the bar talking with other people, she made her choice. Grabbing her things, she then stood up, walking and making her way through the crowd.

She noticed how he was about to take out his own wallet to pay when the bartender handed him his drink as she was already a few feet away from him. When she was already close enough, she spoke to the bartender as she cleared her throat.

“I’ll pay for his drink, and I’ll take what he’s having as well.”

At that, both the bartender and Roman himself turned their heads to face her. “Bourbon whiskey ma’am?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back with that.” He nodded as he went to prepare the drink while Rhea took a seat next to Roman.

“Well, typically I pay for my own stuff.” Roman commented as he took a sip from his drink. At that, she faced him with an arched eyebrow.

“Well, get used to it. You paid for mine last time, now it’s my turn.” She simply told him as the bartender came back with her drink while she paid. While she did, Roman chuckled.

“Are you sure you can handle whiskey?”

“Well, you’re a piece of work and I can handle you. What makes you think I can’t handle this?”

“Okay, so we’re being bold now?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment while she smiled. “Alright, go ahead, see if you can drink that in one go. I wanna see you try.”

At that, Rhea scoffed, taking the drink in her hand as she drank it all in one go without hesitation. She then set the glass on the table with a small ‘cling’, before she made a gesture to it while showing it to Roman. “You were saying?”

“I could’ve easily done that.”

“Sure you can.” Rhea said sarcastically while Roman snorted, also drinking his whiskey in one go before he set the empty glass on the table as she watched him.

“You were saying?” He smirked at her, imitating her question while she rolled her eyes, trying to hold back a smile of her own, though she failed in doing so.

“Show-off.” She only said while he only chucked. The two then took a moment to glance at the crowd of people around the bar, especially watching their group having fun.

“This place is packed unlike the last time we all went here. No wonder people like this place.”

“Especially on a Friday night, though.” Roman agreed as they turned back to each other. “The beers are good too, I’ll tell you that.”

At that, an idea came to her head as Rhea saw the bartender pass by while she turned her head to Roman and spoke. “What kind of beers do you like?”

“I’m good with any, why?”

“Good. Excuse me?” She called the bartender who perked up as he turned to her. “Could we get two Coronas with lime?”

The bartender quickly nodded before he served the two beers while Rhea paid for them once again. She thanked the bartender before she sat up, taking her own beer while she nudged at Roman. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” He asked as he took his own beer while he followed her.

“Chat somewhere more private. We can go back to the van for a bit.” She told him. “I have spare keys to get in, so we should be good.”

Both of them began to go through the crowd until they made their way outside the bar. It was a bit cold given the weather at the moment, but they were able to arrive at the van quickly as Rhea unlocked it. They both went inside the large van, careful not to trip over anything before they got all the way to the back where the wider and more comfortable seats were.

“Well, this is a bit better. Needed a break from all the noise inside anyways.” Roman commented as they both sat together, with Roman sitting on one far end while Rhea sat with her legs propped up to the seat. Just like how she would usually do.

“Yeah, well, that was kinda the intention, to be honest.” Rhea told him, leaning against the seat comfortably with her beer in hand as she took a sip from it. “I just… wanted to catch up with you in a quieter place.”

“Yeah? Well… it’s been a while since we talked like this.” Roman pointed out as he also drank his beer. “After everything that went down.”

“I know.” She said almost softly, looking down at her beer. “… and I’ll be honest, I’ve been a dick lately and for that, I apologize.”

“No. No, I don’t blame you.” He reassured her. “After everything that happened? I would’ve reacted in a same or similar way if I was in your shoes.”

“No, it’s not just that, it’s…” She trailed off, not knowing how to explain it. “I kept pushing you away and it was unfair of me. I should’ve done things differently but I didn’t know what to do or say, hell, I didn’t even know how to feel, so I panicked.”

“Well… if it makes you feel any better, it wasn’t as hurtful as the time Seth hit me with that steel chair.”

At that, she snorted as she kicked him lightly in the side with her heel, making him yelp. “Ow–“

“That’s what you get.”

“Geeze, you wanna take me out all of the sudden?” He asked as he rubbed his side while she couldn’t help but chuckle. At his question, she arched an eyebrow.

“Reigns, you have to be more specific when asking a question like that, because either I can just take you out or send you to rehab.”

At that, he paused as he arched an eyebrow at her. They both looked at each other for a moment until they couldn’t help but break as they laughed together.

“Were you trying to flirt with me—“

“I was—“ The two remained there as they chatted for the next two hours while having already finished their beers. Right now, it was 11:30 PM. Rhea listened to Roman talk about his times during the Shield as she looked at him. After a while, they changed the subject until Rhea winced when she noticed that she had her legs folded for a while and she needed to stretch them as they were threatening to fall asleep. At that, Roman allowed her to place one leg on his lap while she set the other on the floor, making her also needing to scorch a little bit closer to his side.

“Reigns?”

“Hm?”

For a moment, Rhea seemed to hesitate to ask whatever she had in her mind at first until she steeled herself, knowing that she couldn't hold back any longer. “This is out of curiosity and if you don’t want to answer, that’s fine, but…” She paused, looking at her lap. “… why did you kiss me when we first met?”

At the question, Roman gazed at her for a few minutes. She waited for an answer from him as she leaned her head to the side. He then looked down at his empty bottle before he carefully set it on the ground, finally deciding to speak after he gathered what he intended on saying.

“I think at the time I did it because I wanted to shut you up-

“Yeah I know, I argue a lot.” Rhea said as she sighed while Roman chuckled before he continued to speak.

“Well yeah, but that was also just an excuse to hide the fact that I was starting to like you…”

Her gaze softened slightly at that. Her hand extended to hold his momentarily as he allowed her to do so, his thumb caressing her knuckles like he usually did. “And… what did it feel like to you?”

“What?”

“The kiss. Did it… did it mean anything to you?” She asked. For some time, she never knew why, but she always had this sort of fear in which one day she was going to hear how he truly felt. At first they were nothing but a fling but now, things have changed.

And deep down she also wanted this, but at the same time, she was scared.

“It meant the world to me, Rhea. Do you think I'll just kiss anyone?”

“I-”

“Don’t answer that,” they both chuckled, “But no I wouldn't. What did it mean to you?”

“To be honest it was kinda the downfall of everything,” Roman’s face fell a bit, “But I loved every second of it. I tried to convince myself that I didn't, that it was wrong, but god it felt so right,” Rhea continued, “Roman i have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“At the hospital, when I was still asleep…I heard what you said.”

“...You did?”

“Everything. And I think it’s time I finally say it back. I love you too, Roman,” Rhea said teary eyed. Without hesitation Roman pulled Rhea into a sweet kiss, both smiling into it. Rhea began to move closer, wanting more but the moment was cut short by someone knocking on the van’s window. The sound making both Rhea and Roman jump.

“Yo, take it easy. Dejen esa bellaquera para el hotel. We’re getting shots now, let’s go.”

Damian.

They sighed before they started laughing while Damian walked away.

“I think I almost died again,” Rhea said jokingly before they got out of the van and walked into the bar holding hands.

It was already 2:30 AM as everyone returned to the hotel. Unlike last time, more people were drunk and had to be escorted by the sober ones to their rooms. Liv and Rhea had to escort a tipsy Raquel back to her room while making sure that she was okay. Afterwards, Rhea was called for help to drag both Jimmy and Finn to their rooms as well.

“Are you okay with sobering Raquel up? I need to head back to the lobby.” Rhea asked Liv as she kept her phone inside her pocket while they stood outside the taller woman’s room.

“Sure, I’ll be fine.” Liv reassured her.

“Alright. Night Liv, take care- call me if you need anything.”

“Goodnight- oh, also!” Liv paused her. “Before you leave…”

“Yeah?”

“You need to tell me and Raquel about everything.”

At that, Rhea blinked in confusion. “About what?”

“You and Roman- you know, when you both came back to take shots with us and you were holding hands…”

“Pft, no we weren’t.” Rhea lied while she made a face. At that, Liv arched an eyebrow.

“Literally everyone saw you two.”

“Okay, okay- I’ll tell you in the morning.” Both chuckled. Rhea was about to turn to the elevator when Liv spoke once more.

“I’m glad you’re happy… you know.” A bit of sadness could be heard in her voice. Rhea turned to her, looking as the blonde smiled sadly. Rhea felt a pang of pity before she spoke.

“And you’ll be happy someday too, Liv. I know you will.” She pressed the elevator button. “But I’ll still be here for you no matter what.”

They both smiled at one another until Rhea couldn’t help but approach Liv with a hug. Liv returned the hug, trying her best not to cry while she rubbed her back. When the elevator doors opened they broke away, with Liv wiping her tears.

“I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Yeah. I’ll text you guys for breakfast.” Rhea nodded as they both bid farewell before Liv went to check on Raquel while Rhea went to the elevator. She arrived at the lobby after a while to see Damian and Roman dragging a drunk Jimmy while Dom was helping a drunk Finn.

“A little help here? Please?” Damian asked while looking at Rhea as he gestured to Finn. She sighed and shook her head before she went and helped Finn.

“Where’s Solo?”

“He was a bit drunk too. He had a headache, so he went straight to his room.” The group went inside the elevator, escorting both Finn and Jimmy to their rooms. They were able to take Finn first as Dom volunteered in helping him sober up.

“He’s been saying yeet for the past thirty minutes…” Roman mumbled as he rolled his eyes, finally being able to bring Jimmy to his room while Damian and Rhea tried their best not to laugh. “I’m gonna check on him before we leave, I’ll be right back.” He told them before he went to his cousin’s room to help him sober up.

“So…” Damian and Rhea both waited in the hallway as the older male turned to her. “It’s official, I’m assuming?”

“Well… yeah.” She told him as she leaned against the wall while holding her hands inside her pockets. “How about you and Iyo?”

“Well, Bayley was a bit against it at first because she wants Iyo to be focused on her championship and war games, but Dakota and Iyo were able to talk her out of it.” Damian explained. “But so far, we’re good.”

“Well, at least she isn’t giving you the stink eye.”

“Nope. For now.” Both chuckled before Damian got a text. “And speak of the devil- she wants me downstairs with her and Iyo at the bar.”

“Try not to get drunk again.” She reminded him while he walked to the elevator as he pressed the button. “And leave the bellaquera with Iyo afterwards!”

“Hey that’s my word—“ Damian called out while Rhea laughed before he went inside the elevator. “See you in the morning!”

“See ya!” She watched him leave as she decided to stay and wait for Roman in the hallway. She figured she should spend a little bit more time with him before she went to sleep. She wasn’t that tired yet, after all. After about a minute or so Roman finally came out of Jimmy’s room.

“How’s he doing?”

“He’ll be fine. He’s going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning though.” They chuckled and began to walk towards Rhea’s room.

“Did he keep saying ‘yeet’?”

“God, he wouldn’t shut up,” Roman groaned, making Rhea laugh even more. They eventually arrived at Rhea's room and she turned towards him.

“About what he talked about in the van-”

“Yeah I don’t think we're quite finished. Where did we leave off again?” He said with a smirk on his face and pulled her closer to his body by her waist. She gave him a knowing look before she pulled him into a kiss.

“Stay with me tonight…please?” Rhea mumbled into his lips.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He picked her up with ease, opened the door, and closed with his foot behind them. He gently placed her on the bed all while still kissing her. They finally pulled away to breathe.

“I’m going to make you mine tonight,” he whispered and began to pull at the hem of her shirt. She raised her arms for him to take it off. Roman caressed her waist with his cold hands, making her slightly shiver. He then unclipped her bra and slowly slid the straps down her shoulders.

“Now is your turn,” Rhea teased while pulling at his shirt. In a swift moment, he took his shirt off and she took the opportunity to pull him into a needy kiss once again only to drag him into the bed with her. She got on top of him and dragged her hands over his toned abs all the way up to his chest. She leaned down and kissed his neck, determined to leave a mark of her own.

“I was the one who was supposed to mark you tonight,” Roman said.

“Hm, you still can,” Rhea teased. With that he flipped them over making Rhea giggle a bit. He kissed and licked from her collarbone up to her jaw. He then leaned his forehead against hers just to look at her eyes.

“What?” she asked, smiling.

“Just thinking of how I got so lucky.” Rhea bit her lip before kissing him once again. While doing so, she hooked her finger around one of the belt loops from his jeans.

“I think it’s time for you to take these off, don’t you think?”

“As you wish.” He began to take his pants off as well as hers. Once they were discarded on the floor, Roman knelt down on the foot of the bed, lifted one of Rhea’s legs and started leaving a trail of wet kisses down until he reached her dripping core.

“Roman, please- I’ve waited enough.”

“You’re so impatient.” He sat up and aligned his rock hard cock with her entrance. He looked at her face for any signs of protest before finally going in. Rhea closed her eyes and tossed her head back in pleasure.

“Ro…”

“Look at me, mami. Look at me while I finally make you mine.” She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with love and lust. He pulled her into a messy kiss all while speeding up his thrusts. Her moans kept getting louder along with his grunts.

“I’m close, baby,” she moaned.

“Just a little longer-” he whispered in her ear.

“Please-” she said desperately, letting herself be vulnerable for once.

“Now.” She gripped onto his back, letting out a high pitched moan. Roman’s thrust became sloppy and soon came to a stop. The room was filled with tired pants. Rhea laid with her eyes closed, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

“You alright?” He asked, a bit concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need a minute.”

“Are you willing to give me a number higher than a six now?” He asked with a cocky smile. Soon it turned into a look of pain caused by a kick from Rhea. He tried to get up to grab a cloth for her but she pulled back.

“Stay,” she said in a gentle voice. He gave in and laid down and pulled her cold body to his warm embrace. Her head was pressed against his chest with a calm look on her face. She soon started running her finger through his tattoos. He ran his fingers over her shoulder and then placed a kiss on her forehead, the action making Rhea look up at him.

“I love you, Ro,” she pecked his lips.

“I love you too, mami.”

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