#I needed Roman in one of Dean's tanks

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honey, i want to break you

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Prove It (Roman Reigns x fem!Reader)

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Description: They work together, they travel together, they're around each other almost 24/7. So, why is it so damn hard for them to be alone when they need it? Oh, that's right... it's a secret.

Warnings: NSFW, MINORS DNI, smut, fingering, dirty talk, semi-public escapades, Roman being a lil menace, secret affairs, fluffy undertones...

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: I have used everyone's real names (apart from where Sasha references Ambrose). The superstars included are Roman, Becky Lynch, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley, Sasha Banks, and Liv Morgan.

Tags: @trippinsorrows @empressdede @thetribalqueen (if you'd like to be added to the tag list for any future Roman fics, just let me know in the replies/reblog!)

The door to the hotel room swung open, a chorus of laughter and chatter spilling out into the hallway. It had been a gruelling week on the road, and the whole lot of them were ready for some much-needed relaxation. Thankfully, a majority of the rooms down that particular hallway were occupied by WWE Superstars, so noise complaints were a slimmer chance than usual.

Using her and Gionna’s hotel room as a gathering spot wasn’t on Y/N’s to-do list, but when conversation struck up in the car about having a night of relaxation, to let go a little, Gi was more than eager to offer up the room. That was Gi for you; more like her Liv alter ego than even she cared to admit.

Not that Y/N was mad of course; these people were practically family.

“Someone get the drinks?” Gi called out, scrunching her nose up to push her clear-framed glasses further up as she plopped down on one of the beds, her blonde hair splayed out behind her.

“I got ‘em, relax,” Colby replied, holding up two six-packs with a grin. He cracked one open and handed it to her, settling onto the floor next to Jon, who was already mid-story.

“So, there I am, right? Middle of this tiny-ass town, and I can’t find the damn gym anywhere,” Jon was saying, his voice animated. “GPS is telling me I’m there, but I’m lookin’ at a freakin’ cornfield!”

“Classic Ambrose move,” Mercedes laughed, shaking her head as she leaned against the wall. “A terrible sense of direction.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault! Technology hates me,” Jon shot back, taking a swig from his beer.

Leaning over the group from her place on the bed, Y/N accepted a can from Colby, her eyes involuntarily capturing those she knew would be hard to refrain from the entire night. Gazes locked with the man standing just behind where Colby sat, arms folded; his tank top allowed for a perfect view of his tensing muscles under the gorgeous tan of his complexion. It was a look that spoke volumes—intense, secretive, and heavy.

Considering the close-knit nature of the wrestling world, it was an impressive feat that Joe and Y/N had managed to keep their affair under wraps.

“Who knew we’d all end up here tonight?” Mercedes said, her voice cutting through the din as she reclined on the floor, back pressed against the side of Gi’s bed.

“Yeah, thanks a bunch for lettin’ up the room, Y/N,” Becky added, raising her bottle of water in a mock toast.

“Don’t be thanking me, thank Barbie over there,” Y/N nodded towards Gi, who simply shot a thumbs up in her direction as a response. “But yeah, I mean it’s nice to have a moment to just… be.”

“Amen to that,” Joe said, his deep voice rumbling as he grabbed a drink from the pack Colby brought.

Jon snorted from his spot on the bed. “Yeah, because being crammed into a tiny hotel room is so much better than our own rooms.”

“Hey, at least it’s free entertainment,” Colby retorted, tossing a pillow at Jon, who caught it with a lazy grin.

“Free entertainment, huh? Guess that makes you the clown,” Jon shot back, eliciting laughs from everyone.

“Better than being the guy who gets thrown out of bars,” Colby quipped, throwing his arm around Becky with a cocky grin towards Jon. Colby and Becky were truly in the throes of a honeymoon period. It was a task just getting him to own up to the fact that he liked Becky in more ways than one, so when they finally decided to screw everything and officially become a couple—PDA and all—it was a relief. Finally, the two people who practically pined over each other for at least a year, had gotten their shit, and themselves, together.

The night wore on with more stories, jabbing at one and other, and moments over the last week that were becoming fond memories. At some point, pizza boxes were ordered and devoured, and the room’s occupants settled into various positions of comfort—or as close to comfort as they could get in the cramped space. Joe had claimed a spot on the floor near Y/N’s bed, leaning back against the wall with a relaxed posture that belied what was going through his head.

“Man, I could get used to this,” Mercedes said, stretching out on the floor. “Better than passing out alone in my room.”

“Yeah,” Becky agreed, earning an offended glance from Colby. “We should do this more often, is what I’m sayin’, babe, relax.”

“Just as long as he,” Jon pointed directly at Becky’s boyfriend, “promises to keep his snoring to a minimum.”

“I don’t snore!” Colby protested.

“You absolutely do!” Gi pointed out, honestly scaring the crap out of everyone since they all just assumed she’d passed out across her bed.

Y/N found herself increasingly distracted by Joe’s presence. Every laugh, every shift of his body, every low rumble of his voice seemed to pull her attention like a magnet. She could feel his eyes on her intermittently, a silent conversation playing out between them that no one else in the room could hear.

“Y/N, remember that time we got lost tryin’ to find that diner?” Becky asked, breaking Y/N’s reverie.

“Oh my God, don’t,” Y/N laughed, recalling the memory. “We ended up in the middle of nowhere, and you were convinced we were gonna end up on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries.”

“I was being cautious!” Becky protested, lifting her hands up. “You never know with those back roads, they’re frickin’ dodgy!”

“That’s why I always use GPS,” Joe interjected smoothly, and deeply, sending a wave of chills over Y/N’s body, though she did a damn good job at hiding it.

“Excuse me, did I not just tell you about my cornfield trauma as a result of GPS earlier?” Jon called out.

“You made it eventually, man, calm down,” Joe chuckled with a roll of his eyes.

As the night wore on, the energy in the room began to wane. Conversations quieted to soft murmurs and the occasional chuckle, as everyone started to feel the weight of the week on the road.

“Alright, I’m calling it,” Colby said, stretching out his arms and yawning. “I’m too beat to head back to my room. Mind if I crash here?”

“You can take the floor, Rollins,” Jon muttered from his foetal position in the armchair, his eyes half-closed. “Ain’t no way I’m movin’.”

“Yeah, me too,” Mercedes chimed in, curling up in a corner with a pillow Gi threw at her. “Too tired to move.”

Becky looked around at the group, her eyes landing on Y/N. “Looks like we’re all stopping in here. Hope you don’t mind, love.”

“Not at all,” Y/N replied with a smile. “It’s nice having everyone here, and I’m sure that one doesn’t mind.” She glanced over at Gi, who was already on the precipice of slumber.

“It is kinda nice,” Becky nodded. “Feels like a big ol’ sleepover.”

“Except with more muscles and less gossip,” Colby quipped with an amused chortle.

Joe had stuck to the spot on the floor near Y/N’s bed. He glanced up at her as she climbed into the sheets, their eyes meeting once again in the dim light.

As the others began to settle in, finding whatever space they could to lay down, the room slowly descended into a comfortable silence. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle were the only sounds that broke the silence.

Y/N laid back against her pillows, her thoughts drifting. She felt Joe’s presence nearby like a physical touch, a comforting and exhilarating reminder of their secret. She turned her head slightly, catching his eye in the dark.

“You okay?” Joe whispered.

“Yeah,” she whispered back, her lips curving into a smile. “You?”

“Better now,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on her face.

Her pulse quickened. They were surrounded by their friends, all blissfully unaware of the silent conversation happening right under their noses. The thrill of the secrecy only made the moment more intense.

“Think they have any idea?” she asked in a hushed tone, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Joe smirked. “Not a clue. We’re good at this.”

“Guess we are,” she replied, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

A quiet laugh escaped Joe’s lips, and he shook his head slightly. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

Y/N grinned. “You love it.”

“Damn right I do,” he said softly, eyes glued to her.

They shared a long, meaningful look, the best they could in the limited light. They both knew the risks of being discovered, but in that fleeting moment, it didn’t matter. They were together, and that was enough.

“Night, Y/N,” Joe whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Night, Joe,” she replied, equally as gentle.

With a final lingering look, they both turned away, settling into their respective spots. The room was filled with the quiet sounds of their friends, but for Joe and Y/N, the silence couldn’t be louder.

She woke up around 3am, the room shrouded in darkness save for the faint glow from the streetlights outside. She shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, when she felt it—his gaze. Slowly, she turned her head and found Joe propped up on one arm with his phone in his hand. His face was illuminated only by the device.

Seriously? You couldn’t have just stayed asleep? She thought to herself, a mix of amusement and frustration bubbling up inside her. Here they were, in a room full of their sleeping friends, with Joe looking like a whole meal doing the bare minimum. The absurdity and excitement was so much for her to handle.

She gave him a pointed look when he finally took a peek over in her direction, her lips quirking up in a half-smile when he noticed she was awake.

“What are you doing awake?” she asked as quietly as she could.

Joe’s lips curved into a slow, lazy grin, with a bashful undertone. “Couldn’t sleep,” he practically mouthed, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes. “You just want to make this night more interesting.”

Joe shifted quietly on the floor, his movements careful and deliberate. He glanced around the room, ensuring everyone else was still sound asleep, then slowly moved to sit up. Y/N’s heart raced as she watched him, every nerve in her body on high alert.

Sliding onto the bed beside her, he moved with a careful grace that belied his size. The mattress dipped under his weight, and he settled beside her, his body warm and solid against hers.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress a giddy giggle that threatened to escape. “We’re gonna get caught one of these days, you know.”

He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “Maybe,” he conceded. “But that’s what makes it fun, right?”

“Oh yeah, tons of fun,” she replied sarcastically. “Nothing like the thrill of getting caught by our friends to spice things up.”

Even the darkness couldn’t prevent her from seeing his pearly white grin. “Admit it, you love the risk.”

“Maybe I do,” she admitted with a gentle sigh, relaxing into his warmth as his hand slid up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

They laid there for a moment in the snore-filled room. The tension was palpable, a taut wire strung between them that could snap at any moment.

“So, what’s the plan?” she whispered up at him.

“Plan?” he echoed, feigning innocence. “I was just thinkin’ we could enjoy each other’s company.”

She rolled her eyes, positive that her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and despite the darkness, covered her face with her hand anyways. “You’re terrible.”

“And…? You love it, babygirl,” he shot back, his hand moving down to rest on her hip, fingertips teasing the space between her tank top and her shorts. “Remember that time we almost got caught in the locker room?” he asked with an audible smirk, his calloused thumb tracing circles on her exposed skin. “You nearly blew our cover with that yelp.”

“You’re the one who made me jump!” she protested, swatting him lightly on the arm.

He laughed softly, a rich hum that sent sparks straight to her core. “Sure, blame it on me.”

“You really don’t think anyone suspects anything?” Her question came as a small mumble, lost in the shadow of his form practically hovering over her at this point. And he was so close to her. She could feel light tickles from his beard on her cheek.

“Nah, baby,” he confidently reassured her. “We’re too good at this shit.”

“Famous last words,” she chuckled, though she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing delicately against the shell of her ear. “Don’t worry. I got this.”

“Yeah?” she challenged, sliding her hand up to rest on his shoulder. “Prove it.”

With a smirk, Joe shifted, rolling over so he could press his body entirely on top of hers. The bed creaked slightly, and they both froze, glancing around to make sure no one had woken up. Satisfied that their secret was still safe, they relaxed.

“What was that about ‘I got this’?” she lightly scolded, emulating his voice the best she could in her whispered tone.

“Shh…” With that, he pressed his lips down against hers, the hand that rested on her hip coming up to hold the side of her neck. He kissed her with a hunger that spoke of all the nights they had to keep their distance, the desire that had been simmering just below the surface finally boiling over. She returned it with equal fervour, trailing her fingers up to his man bun and feeling where the couple of hours being laid down had taken a toll on its usually pristine quality.

“Take this out,” she mumbled against his lips. “I like when your hair’s down.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. It was a relief to take it out, to let it fall down and create a protective shield around their faces as he went back in for another kiss. It deepened, tips of tongues prodding against each other until they were fully entwined in an intense dance. Her hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath his skin, the same way Joe traced the contours of her curves with a reverence that made her feel like a Goddess.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he breathed out in a gravelly whisper.

“Me too,” she admitted.

They were lost in each other, the world outside their bubble of desire forgotten. Joe’s hands slipped under her shirt, the heat of his touch against her bare skin making her gasp softly. He paused, his eyes searching hers in the small beams of light from outside, asking for silent permission.

She nodded, her breath hitching as his hands continued their exploration upwards. He pushed the fabric up, exposing her round breasts to the cool air and his heated gaze. Following the path of his hands, Joe’s lips made a tender journey down her neck, nipping and sucking lightly, before they stopped at her chest. Pressing kisses to her skin. Tip of his tongue tracing slow patterns along it until one of her hard nubs made contact. Thick lips wrapped around, kissing and suckling like he’d never get to again. Branding possession and desire.

“Joe,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

“Shh, we gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he reminded her, words muffled against the supple skin as he moved to pay the same exquisite attention to her other breast. “Don’t wanna wake the others.”

The reminder of their precarious situation only added to the intensity, causing her to unintentionally roll her hips up towards his. His hands were everywhere, mapping her body with a familiarity that was both comforting and thrilling. Her own hands were just as eager, exploring the hard planes of his chest. His heart pounding beneath her palm, a mirror to her own racing pulse.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin.

She smiled, a flush of pleasure spreading through her at his words. “You’re not so bad yourself, big guy.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her. “Glad you think so.”

Coming back up to her lips, she barely had time to readjust before his long, tepid fingers slipped under the fabric of her shorts and her panties. Another sharp gasp escaped her lips, internally cringing at how loud it was. God forbid, if anyone actually knew what they were doing…

“Easy, baby. Just let me take care of you.”

The pads of his fingers stroked over her slick folds, gently… teasingly. A moan rose in her throat, causing her to clamp her teeth down on Joe’s lower lip to suppress the sound.

“Damn, baby, you’re this wet already?”

“Yes,” she managed to breathe as he pressed heated kisses down the side of her neck. His middle fingers teased the smooth surface of her tiny, sensitive pearl, and she once again was forced to keep her noises to a minimum.

“Good girl,” he praised her efforts, rewarding her by pressing his fingers down firmer, further, until they slipped inside her with a smooth, practised motion.

The sensation was almost too much to bear. She clung to him, her nails digging into his bare shoulders as he began to move, digits sliding in and out in a slow and calculated motion. God only knew he wanted to finger fuck the shit out of her, but he knew that would cause unnecessary noise and a climax too short lived.

“God, how you always feel this good?” he groaned softly.

She whimpered, biting her lip to stifle it. His fingers curled upwards in their movements, pressing closer to her sweet spot. Driving her wild. Coiling her pleasure. Tighter. And tighter.

“Look at you,” he peered over her writhing form in awe. “So gorgeous… so ready for me, huh?”

Her response was a tight grip on the back of his head.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered hotly against her neck. “Tell me how you want it.”

“M-more…” She pathetically sighed. “Please, Joe…”

He chuckled softly, feeling a familiar twitch between his own legs. “Anything for you, doll,” he obliged happily, fingers picking up speed and his thumb finding her clit easily to glide against it in tandem with the rhythm he had curated on her body.

A gasp, an arch, a flutter around his fingers, and he knew. “Feel that?” he whispered in a seductive, dark purr. “Feel how close you are?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “Oh, God, yes…”

“Atta girl,” he cooed down at her, propping himself up on his arm and pressing his forehead down on hers. “Cum, baby.”

Noticing her characteristic shudder, the way her eyebrows furrowed when a release was approaching, he took the initiative to manoeuvre his free hand to cover her mouth, baring down enough pressure for her to bite onto it as she rippled and arched into him. Her cunt throbbed and tightened around his fingers, and he watched with parted lips as she came so hard.

“That’s it,” he murmured in a soothing rumble. “Just like that…”

As she came down from her high, twitches and aftershock present, he carefully withdrew his fingers. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his hand smoothing over her hair. Another kiss came quickly, but not without Joe taking an expert taste of his own fingers, where Y/N’s honey coated him with a thick sheen. She tasted herself as he swirled his long tongue around hers, hand stroking back his hair to thread her fingers through the dark tendrils.

It was almost sad, kissing him in that moment. The way she gripped onto him as though she was solidifying how he felt in her mind, capturing the memory; they never knew the next time they’d get to be together.

“Joe…” Y/N whispered. “I need you… so bad.”

“I know, babygirl,” he sighed, peppering small kisses along her jaw. “But as much as I’d love for you to nut on this dick right now, it might be wiser to wait ‘til I can have you alone.”

She whimpered impatiently, making Joe stifle a laugh by burying his face in her neck. “Don’t make me laugh,” he murmured, clearly grinning.

“I’m not trying to…” she giggled softly, biting her lip. They really just did that, in the same room as their sleeping friends. Damn. “Fuck, Joe, we’re totally gonna get found out soon if we keep this up.”

“Yeah?” he asked, lifting his head to gaze down at her. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, baby.”

“Yeah, I’m sure everyone would love to know that you just fingered me a metre away from their sleeping bodies.”

“They will know if you don’t keep it down,” he chuckled. “That bein’ said, we should probably try and get some sleep, huh?”

Y/N frowned, but reluctantly nodded, knowing he would have to leave her bed and return to his spot on the floor. “Where are we heading in the morning?”

“Uh,” Joe hummed, carefully pulling himself back up into a seated position. “Atlanta, I think.”

“Sit next to me on the bus?” she half-asked.

“You sure you wanna do that? Y’know… considering we’re ‘totally gonna get found out soon’?” He sent her a cocky smirk, silently moving himself back to the floor. She rolled over to the edge of the bed so she could still see him. 

“I don’t care… I’ve missed you,” she told him earnestly. It was true; they really hadn’t seen as much of each other lately, which is ironic when you consider the fact they were currently on the road. It just meant eyes were on them more than usual. 

With an understanding exhale, Joe reached over and held the side of her face, stroking over her cheek with his thumb. “I’ve missed you too, baby.”

“So sit with me tomorrow, please,” she practically begged, leaning into his touch.

“I’m not sayin’ no, am I?” he answered with a soft laugh. “Now, go to sleep, ‘kay? It’ll be more suspicious if we’re both tired.”

“Yes, Dad,” Y/N playfully retorted, rolling her eyes.

“I’ll remind you you called me that, as well.”

“I’m sure you fucking will, Big Dog.”

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Morning crept into the room with the soft glow of dawn filtering through the thin curtains. The peaceful quiet of the night gave way to the gentle sounds of stirring bodies and muffled groans of discomfort.

“Ugh, my back,” Jon complained, rolling over on the cramped armchair. “Why did I think sleeping on here was a good idea?”

“Because you’re an idiot,” Colby mumbled, pulling Becky closer to him. “Pass me that pillow, will ya?” Becky groaned, grabbing the pillow that had fallen off Gi’s bed in the middle of the night, and flinging it back in Colby’s direction.

Gi, still half-asleep, rolled over and bumped into Mercedes, who let out a sleepy groan. “Move over, you bed hog,” she muttered, her voice muffled by the pillow she hugged tightly.

“When did you get there?” Gi mumbled, squinting her eyes as she searched for her glasses somewhere in the bed, realising she must have passed out with them on. 

“When I decided the corner was too damn uncomfortable,” Mercedes bluntly responded.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes, the events of the night playing on a loop in her mind, extended into a pleasurable dream. She sat up, eyes adjusting to the daylight as she surveyed the room. No Joe, just a messy blanket and his balled up jacket from where he had slept. 

“Ahh!” Mercedes let out a yelp as the hotel door began to open, almost hitting her in the process. “Oh, it’s you—what the fuck, man?”

“Sorry, didn’t realise your stupid ass was standin’ in the way,'' Joe's sleepy, but cheery laugh echoed as he emerged, shutting the door behind him. He’d changed his clothes, now wearing his grey shorts and a hoodie, and his hair was back to its pristine nature, perfectly slicked back into a bun.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Colby strained his neck from the floor to look up at him.

“My room? We have rooms, guys, did you know that?” he nudged Colby with his knee as he attempted to sit up. His next stop was Y/N’s bed, where he placed her keycard down on the table beside it, giving her a small smile. 

“You took my key?”

“I’ve been awake for, like, two hours. Needed to get out for a bit, take a shower, y’know,” he shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the bed to collect his stuff from the floor. He made a point to brush against Y/N’s arm as he did, making her bite back a smile. “You sleep okay?”

“Mhm,” she hummed with a nod. “You?”

“Better than expected,” he said, sending a smirk over his shoulder.

Across the room, Colby struggled to stand, stretching his arms above his head with an exaggerated yawn. “Alright, who’s up for breakfast?”

“Count me in,” Jon said, finally rolling off the armchair and onto the floor with a thud. “As long as it’s not cornflakes.”

Gi sat up, her hair a wild halo around her head. “Can we get coffee first? I need coffee.”

“Coffee sounds so good right now,” Mercedes agreed, brushing her fingers through her hair and rubbing at her neck. “And a chiropractor.”

By the time breakfast was had and everyone had dispersed back to their own rooms, Gi and Y/N started the gruelling task of packing what little they took out of their bags and tidying the room of empty cans and pizza boxes.

“They could have helped us,” Gi sighed as she tried to clumsily shove a pizza box into a trash bag.

“Joe offered,” Y/N shrugged, working on picking up cans and any other scraps of trash. Gi glanced up at her, narrowing her eyes with a cheeky smile.

“Did he?”

Y/N met her gaze, raising an eyebrow at her friend quizzically. “Yeah, he did. But he still had a fuckload left to pack, so I told him we could handle it.”

“Oh,” Gi simply hummed, a grin spreading across her face, unbeknownst to Y/N.

Y/N tried her utmost hardest to avoid eye contact after that, knowing that if she looked at Gi for too long, it would be impossible not to spill everything that happened. And after complaining to Joe herself about the possibility of anyone finding out about them, it would seem somewhat counterproductive and ironic on her end.

When the pair was ready to leave, their WhatsApp group chat dinging with confirmations of the same, Gi leaned over to Y/N as she opened their door.

“Oh, by the way, Y/N, about last night,” Gi started.

“Yeah?” Y/N answered as she shut the door behind them, the two of them now standing in the hallway. She caught glimpses of fresh-faced superstars that weren’t in their room last night, who took more pride in their night routines on the road than anything else, greeting them from afar with a warm smile.

“The next time you and Joe fool about, make sure we’re all actually asleep before you do.”

[chaos-chloe]

OC's/AU's

Ring name: Dixie Fae

Nick Name: The Southern Belle

Irl name: Scarlette Wren Price

Birthday: July 26, 1998

Height: 5’3

Weight: 126 lbs.

Hair Color: Mahogany brown wavy

Eye color: Green

Voice: Rachel Zegler in Hunger games

Tattoo: Tramp Stamp - 

Partnering: Hook 

Entrance: Solo: Buckle Bunny - Tanner Adell

      Duo: TBD

Her Out of Ring Style: Any type of western style boot, bell bottom jeans, and any old t-shirt she can find, or a plain button up with a cami underneath, and her signature hat brown leather with embroidered white roses, blue thorns and stems with slight bedazzled underneath. You can catch her wearing sweatpants and sweatshirts here and there, but she is almost always done up.

Her In Ring Style: Short-Short blue jean shorts, a white tank top that's cropped above her belly button, a leather belt with one of her old buckles she won from her Horse riding comps, all black converse sneakers, and her characters signature Western Hat with rhinestones that say Kentucky or KY.

Backstory:

Scarlette grew up in Fort Knox, Kentucky with 2 older siblings (both brothers). They were raised on their family farm with all kinds of animals, you name ‘em, they got ‘em. She was raised riding horses, leisurely and competitively, wrangling cattle, chasing chickens, herding sheep's/lambs, feeding cows, mucking stalls, anything on a farm she knows how to get the job done. Since, she was always out with her dad on the farm they always came in and sat down in the living room on the old grandma couch watching wrestling. Scarlette was always fascinated with the women and men throwing, tackling, punching, and slapping each other like it was nothing. Scarlette told her ma and pa one night, that “you’ll see me throwin’ people like i throw straw, dad.”. He laughed at her, but he could see her doing it one day. Throughout her educational years, she was a part of the wrestling team working her way up to OVW (Ohio Valley Wrestling). Soon enough August 2020, she made her debut match against Skye Blue snatching the win with a nasty Shining Wizard, later renamed to Rattlesnake Bite or RSB. She is also known for her Spinning Heel Kick renamed to Bourbon Hitter. She is a southern belle as people would call her, she is always down to help people in their matches, train, give rides, has manners, etc. but if you're nasty and mean you better watch your back. So, what happens if Hook and Orange need a female wrestler, but Kris is not there? Kris texts a pretty ole’ belle, to come to the rescue.

Ring name: Hecate Reigns

Irl name: Adeline Belladonna Anoa’i 

Birthday: April 22, 1987 

Height: 5’5

Weight: 152

Hair Color: Dark brown (almost black)

Eye color: Brown Honey 

Tattoos: One on her back and the two on her thighs down to the bottom of her knees. 

Entrance: WWE: Me and The Devil - Soap & Skin

      AEW: Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

Group Entrance: The Shield Theme

Held the Divas Championship for 286 days.

Held the AEW Women's Championship for 135 days. 

Backstory: 

Adeline is Romans/Leatis’ younger sister, who joined her wrestling career with her brother around 2011 in NXT. As he valet/manager just to get a feel of the ring and what's going on in and around the ring. Then, when Roman moved up to WWE with Seth Seth and Dean Ambrose she became their valet. Until the day came of Hecate making her debut and snatching the Divas Championship from AJ Lee, in a surprise match that AJ was begging for a new contender on April 22, 2013 till February 2, 2014 to Nikki Bella. In May 2013 at Extreme Rules, the next three members of The Shield won a championship, with Ambrose winning the United States Championship while Seth and Roman captured the WWE Tag Team Championship.  Yet all things must come to an end. The Shield in ring, Triple H's "plan B" for destroying The Shield turned out to be Seth suddenly attacking Ambrose, Roman and Hecate with a steel chair, signaling Seth re-alignment with The Authority. On the June 9 episode of Raw, Seth described his betrayal as severing a business relationship and that he had destroyed "his own creation" to further his own interests, while Ambrose and Roman (still labeled as The Shield)  addressed Seth' betrayal with Ambrose describing Seth as a "cancer" in The Shield, while Roman claimed that Seth "committed the most unforgivable sin". Later that no one seems to know where Hecate is or where she went, she disappeared from the face of the earth; not even Roman knew where she disappeared off to. Until Hecate resurfaced in Aew, competing in women's Casino Battle Royale and defeating Riho, she became the first ever AEW Women Champion. She held her championship for 135 days until losing it to Nyla Rose. Hecate has been popping up on Aew for any and all matches she can get her hands on, until a familiar face of Dean Ambrose/ Jon Moxley joined. Jon wanted her to be with him in BCC (Black Combat Club) but she respectfully declined but will keep the offer on her mind (She won't take it because of Wheeler).  But now she had a very surprising message from an OLD friend she knows very well.

“You want to play mind games on your older brother?”

Who can say no to that question……

I really don't know how to describe Bella; I slightly want her dressing like a hot Cheeto girl "gothic" clothes, but basic ass lounge wear. Her hair is usually in a bun, doesn't matter if its messy or not. No long nails, just short nice and kept up with. Her job is a social media person for her family's bakery.

[smolwritingchick]

Forced To Believe Chapter 34- Tribute To The Troops

Chapter Summary: The Shield attend Tribute To The Troops as Morgan and Tamina continue to go at it

Words: 3,000+

------ 'In The Ring'

Before the match, Morgan tweets '#OutspokenArmyGirl has arrived!'

'Sierra'

'Hotel'

'India'

'Echo'

'Lima'

'Delta'

'Shield'

The crowd cheers once The Shield get out of the army tank. 

"Now that's an entrance," JBL said.

Instead of wearing black like The Shield, Morgan wore an attire like Trish Stratus's at Tribute to The Troops when she teamed up with Ashley but it was a dark green color. She also wore a Shield themed hat with her fingerless gloves. And her hair was also straightened and still dyed black.

"This is a six man tag team match, set for one fall. Approaching the ring first, accompanied by Morgan Lopez, at a total combined weight of 707 pounds, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, The Shield!" Justin announced as The Shield jump off the tank. 

"Hey, look at Morgan, she's not wearing black tonight," JBL called out as she tagged some hands while The Shield walked through the crowd.

"This is interesting. I bet she's representing the troops." Cole replied.

Morgan gives her hat to a little girl as she jumps for joy and thanks her. She smiles at her and heads to the barricade. Dean helps her get over the barricade and she stands on the apron, resting her elbows on the ropes while the guys stand by her, in the ring.

After Rey and the Usos make their entrance, Dean turns to Morgan, lifting her chin to give her a long kiss on the lips.

"A good luck kiss from the Outspoken Diva," Cole observed as she grinned and jumped off the apron to watch the match.

"Now that is love right there. My favorite couple. True love, Cole." JBL cheered.

"Okay then..." Cole said as the bell rang with Ambrose getting the upper hand on Jimmy.

When he gets on the top rope, Jimmy throws him off and tags in Rey.

"Nice!" Seth complimented when Dean hit Rey with a headbutt. "Oh!" He exclaimed when he hit Rey with a chop to the chest.

When he throws Rey to the turnbuckle, Rey catches him in the 619 position as the crowd gets hyped.

"And Ambrose is gonna take a breather," Cole said when Dean rolled out the ring. 

Morgan walks up to him to help him out but Rey runs towards them. Ambrose decides to grab her by the waist and turns his back towards Rey coming at him.

"I'll try not to make this hurt." He mentioned before Rey kicks him in the back as he falls on top of her but not too hard. 

"You see? He took a hit for her." JBL praised.

"Dean needs to keep things PG." Cole teased as Dean was hovering over her in an intimate position. 

He got up and helped her up. "You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Luckily she felt no pain in her ribs and that was a good sign "No pain." She smiled at him but then saw Rey running towards them again. 

Dean decided to gently push her out of the way and got kicked down. Rey slides out of the ring and hits him with a splash before throwing him back in the ring.

Later on in the match, Jimmy Uso gets a tag from his brother and begins to take control of The Shield. Ambrose was leaning on the bottom turnbuckle as Jimmy yelled 'Uce!' and the crowd replied to his chant. Morgan decided to yell 'No!' while the crowd replied to his chant. Jimmy runs and hits Dean with a running hip attack and gets on the top rope. 

"Uh oh, we're about to have ourselves a flying Uso!" JBL exclaimed. 

Seth gets kicked in the face by Jimmy and he falls off the apron. Ambrose takes advantage of the distraction and makes Jimmy fall off the ropes. The Shield start to take control of him while the crowd was chanting 'Uso' loudly. 

"Put him away boys, put him away," Seth said as Dean tagged in Roman. 

They throw Jimmy to the ropes but Roman gets kicked by him while Dean gets thrown out of the ring. Jimmy plants Roman with a DDT and the crowd gets hyped. Roman tags in Seth and he runs and hits Jey off the apron. He goes to hit Jimmy with a splash but nobody is home as Rey gets the tag. Rey starts doing his signature moves and pins him after he hits Seth with a move off the top rope. 

"Shield are gonna lose here-oh and Ambrose saves the match up," Cole said as Dean broke the pin. 

One of the Usos gets in the ring and hits him with a kick in the face. The Uso taunts Dean and turns around, only to be speared by Roman. 

Morgan shook her head. "This is why you should watch your back! Nobody listens to me these days. I'm trying to help you out here." She said, thinking that she was trying to warn someone not to open a door in a scary movie. 

Roman turns his attention to Rey who is at the turnbuckle. He runs to him but stops himself by grabbing the ropes as Rey moves out of the way. He puts Rey in a powerbomb position but gets thrown out of the ring by him. Rey gets on the ropes and hits Seth with a hurricanrana to put him in the 619 position. 

"Who are you gonna call!?" JBL shouted.

"619!" Cole answered as Rey hit the 619 and a splash off the top rope to win the match. 

Morgan tweets 'Even though we lost, we had an awesome entrance. #ArmyTanksRule'

'Later'

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, Morgan!" Justin announced as the crowd cheered

"She's back!" JBL happily said as she walked down the ramp. She tags some hands and heads to ringside where the commentators are. "How are you?"

"I'm doing awesome. I can't wait to watch these divas go at it." She said as saw Tamina in the ring along with the Total Divas, AJ, Alicia, Kaitlyn, Rosa and Aksana.

"It's nice of you to join us Morgan," Cole said.

"Thanks for having us." she grinned.

"Us?"

"Yep." A raspy voice said behind him as he jumped and turned around.

"Dean? Why are you out here?" Cole exclaimed as he had a headset on and sat next to Morgan. 

Ambrose gives her a quick kiss and turns to Cole.

"I love this couple..." JBL said.

"Tamina and I need to have a little talk once she wins or loses this match," Dean replied.

"A talk? That doesn't sound safe." Cole said as the bell rang

They watch as Eva Marie eliminates Jojo.

"Darn..." Morgan said. "I wonder how long it'll take for Eva to get eliminated."

"As long as she doesn't stare and drool at me, I'm good. She's not my type." Dean shrugged.

"Oh really? And what is your type, Dean?" she looked at him.

"My type...is called Morgan Lopez." 

"Ha, I'll accept that answer for now." 

"Do you and Eva still hate each other?" Cole asked.

"We're being cordial with each other. No more drama, thank goodness." Morgan replied. Tamina kept giving her dirty looks while she took control of Kaitlyn. "What? Is that supposed to scare me?"

"She's just jealous that you got a man like me." Dean boasted.

"Haha, I believe it," JBL replied.

Morgan watches as Tamina tries to help AJ eliminate some divas. 

"And there she goes. Tamina doing AJ's dirty work...again...this is getting old...Every single week it's the same. I'm convinced she's a puppet." She shook her head in annoyance. She started to see Kaitlyn going on a spearing spree with Eva, Aksana, and Alicia. "Jeesh, I'm so glad I'm not in that ring. I've had enough spears, this year."

"How have you and Kaitlyn been lately?" Cole asked.

"We haven't talked to each other ever since our argument. But, I can see her being herself again and getting out of AJ's little mind game since I see them wrestling in the ring now." Morgan replied.

"Do you still want to be friends with her?" JBL asked.

"Absolutely. I love the girl like a sister. We've been through a lot and we aren't going to let our fight get in the way of our friendship. We always do this stuff. We're giving each other space right now. Sooner or later, you'll see us together again. Don't worry, it's not the end."

"Well, it's the end for Kaitlyn because she just got eliminated," Cole said as Tamina helped AJ eliminate her.

"Why is she helping her in this match? Then what's gonna happen when they are the last two? Is Tamina going to eliminate herself for AJ? She's such a puppet..." she retorted. "For real for real."

As they continue to watch the battle royal, Cameron and Naomi get eliminated by the Bellas, and then Alicia gets eliminated by Natalya. Eva smacks Natalya's butt to get her attention and slaps her in the face.

"Yikes. Well, that was Eva's death wish. Bye! See you next week!" Morgan waved. "I have a strong feeling she's going be eliminated in a matter of seconds."

Natalya returns the slap and tries to eliminate Eva by picking her up and putting her onto the ropes. 

"No way! No freaking way." The Outspoken Diva said in shock as she watched Eva kick Natalya in the stomach to eliminate her.

"Wow..." Dean retorted.

"Natalya, eliminated," Cole exclaimed.

"Wow, I guess I underestimated Eva. She is holding her own. I'm impressed. I thought she'd be eliminated already. She proved me wrong." Morgan said. 

Tamina picks up Eva and tries to throw her out but Eva counters the attack and manages to throw her out as the crowd gets hype.

"Oh my gosh, Tamina got eliminated by Eva Marie!" Cole exclaimed.

"That's embarrassing..." Morgan laughed. 

Tamina shoots Eva a glare and stands up. She is about to leave ringside but turns her attention to Morgan.

"You think that's funny?" Tamina pointed to Morgan, near ringside.

The Outspoken Diva smirked. "Yep."

"I could break your face."

"Nope."

"Yes, I can."

"Nope."

"Yes, I can!"

"Nope."

"Morgan, you are so lucky you're not in this match."

"Oh, I'm lucky? I'm lucky?" she stood up.

"Uh oh," Cole said.

"You think that's a good idea?" JBL asked. "Bad ribs and all?"

"First of all, you're lucky! You're lucky, I'm not in that ring, trying to kick your head off and gut your eyes out!" The Philly Diva retorted.

Tamina marched over to her and was about to get in her face but Ambrose blocked her way. "Ah ta ta taaa. Let's not blow things out of proportion here. If you do, you're gonna get into some serious problems, sweetheart. Touch her and you'll regret it."

"You honestly think I'm scared of you?" Tamina snapped.

"You should be..." Ambrose growled, shooting her a murderous glare as she took a step back.

"You know what? It's okay." Morgan put one of her hands on his shoulder. "You know what, Tamina? If you are going to do something, just do it. I'm ready for ya." 

"She's leaving." JBL looked on as Tamina started backing away.

"I think you scared her, Dean." Morgan looked amused and he smirked. "Thanks for saving me the trouble. It would have been chaos if we decided to fight."

"Anything for you," Dean replied and hopped over the barricade but all of a sudden, Tamina started to walk back

"Wait, she's not done," JBL said.

"You think you're so tough with your boyfriend around?" Tamina slapped the headset off Morgan's head.

"Whoa!" JBL yelled loudly.

"Huh? You think you're tough?" Tamina pushed her back down her seat as the Philly Diva looked annoyed. 

Tamina smirked at her and started walking to the end of the ramp.

"Morgan, are you all right!?" Cole exclaimed.

Dean hopped back over the barricade, about to go after her but stopped once he glanced at his girlfriend. He watches as she starts laughing manically, slowly rolling her neck.

"I'm excited..." She wickedly grinned, running a hand through her hair. 

She stood up with a serious facial expression and began taking off the tape on her stomach as the crowd got hyped.

"Wait a minute, you're cleared!?" Cole exclaimed as she nodded.

"Got cleared after The Shield's match. And if you THINK I'm going to let her get away with that, you're wrong, my dear," she replied and put her hair up in a ponytail.

"Dean, aren't you going to stop her?" 

"Nah, I love it when she's mad," Ambrose smirked. "It's pretty hot if you asked me."

Morgan begins speed walking after Tamina. 

"Hey!" she yelled, making Tamina turn around.

Her eyes widen slightly as Morgan spears her to the ground and starts unloading on her.

"Here we go!" JBL exclaimed with the crowd cheering.

"All the frustration and anger that built up inside of Morgan is now coming out," Cole said. 

Morgan picks her up and starts striking her with elbows in the face but then Tamina grabs her by the neck and throws her to the apron and then to the barricade.

"Jeesh, Tamina!" Cole exclaimed.

"They want to kill each other!" JBL shouted as Morgan managed to fight back but then the refs ran down the ramp to try to separate them.

"All right, shows over." Dean took off his headset and grabbed Morgan off of Tamina while the refs held Tamina.

"Morgan! Morgan, I'm going to kill you!" Tamina yelled

"You're done! Done!" Morgan yelled back. "You and me, one on one!"

"You're on!"

Dean held Morgan from behind and whispered in her ear "You'll get her. Don't worry."

Morgan tweets 'TaminaSnuka You sure want me? #YouDontWannaGoToWarWithMe'

Tamina tweets 'WWEMorgan101 You made the biggest mistake of your life, putting your hands on me. I want you in the ring.'

'Okay. #TheWaitIsOver' Morgan replies.

Tamina replies 'Good. I get to hurt you. Badly. I can't wait.'

'Oh TaminaSnuka You just got me #Excited #LetsGoToWar'

Morgan then tweets 'It's official. TaminaSnuka and I are going to go at it on Raw. I'm #Healed #NewAndImproved. #ReadyToBelieve?'

Morgan also tweets 'I won't lose this battle against Tamina. #BelieveInMe'

'WWE Exclusive Video'

Roman sat on one of the backstage storage boxes, relaxing after his match and saw Morgan walking backstage with Natalya. 

"I still can't believe you and Tamina went at it. You sure you're up for it?" Natalya asked.

"Hell yeah, I'm ready to kick her ass. I can't wait for Monday. She is going to get it. She needs to know that her mouth of hers is going to get her in trouble." Morgan replied.

"I can say the same to you, Morgan."

"Touché." She chuckled. They see Roman sitting and Morgan grinned at him. "Hey, what's up Ramen noodles?"

Roman playfully glared at her while Natalya giggled and walked away. "Don't call me that."

"Okay, can I call you Roman noodles?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No. Don't call me that or else."

"Or else what? What are you gonna do? Spear me?" They chuckled at their inside joke. She sat next to him and laid her head on his shoulder. She sighed. "I'm tired."

"Heh, I bet. I saw you out there."

"Ha. There's a Brie Mode, and now there's a Harley Mode in the WWE. Things are going to get interesting." She chuckled and closed her eyes.

He looked down at her. "You know, I'm still sorry about that spear."

"Roman, I thought we've been over this. It was an accident. I forgive you." She replied, opening her eyes while he leaned his head on top of hers. 

"I just feel like I should make it up to you."

"You already did. Your promise and when you support me." She removed her head from his shoulder and they looked into each other's eyes. "You're always there for me and it just makes me happy that I know someone like you. I know we had our bad times when I wasn't a part of The Shield but we have a bond that no one else has. I got a special bond with Dean, I got a special bond with Seth and I got a special bond with you. All different and I cherish them all. Just like I cherish you. Don't think for a second I'm angry at you for that accident."

"Morgan..." He trailed off, at a loss for words and she held his hand.

"Okay? I don't want this to get in the way of what we have. Now, can we please get past the apologies and move forward?"

He smiled at her. "All right."

"Great. Now, I need to vent. And you're the man I need right now." She stood up and stood in front of him.

"I'm all ears."

She sighed and started pacing around. "Tamina...I just want to rip her hair out and drag her all over the arena. She loves hurting people, huh? Well, let's see how she likes it when I hurt her! She always does this. Always wants to get the last laugh, I don't think so! No! No! And no! Morgan gets the last laugh, it's not the other way around honey." She vented as Roman looked amused and nodded in agreement.

"She wants to give me cheap shots? When I wasn't even ready? Put her hands on me? Touch me? After she backed off because of Dean? Well, you know what? I'll give her a cheap shot to the head!" She started breathing heavily as she paced back and forth. "I want her head on a plate!"

She threw a punch and it hit Roman in the face. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! Roman, are you okay!? Ah, friggin' A!" She put her hands over her mouth. She moved the hair from his face and touched his cheek while he chuckled. 

"At least it wasn't a kick with heels along with a low blow," he replied

She sighed out of relief and released him but he grabbed her hips and pulled her back to him. 

"Morgan. Save the violence till you get in the ring. Let all the emotion out in the ring. She wants a reaction out of you but can't back it up when you strike. Don't let her get in your head. Okay?"

The Outspoken Diva nodded, taking his advice. "You're right."

"Good. You need backup?"

"Actually, could you tell Seth and Dean I want to be alone when I wrestle her? This is something I need to do on my own."

He released her hips. "Okay."

"Great! Thanks, Romey, you're the best." She hugged him.

"Romey, huh?" He was amused as she released him.

"Can I call you that? Please? With a grape on top?"

"All right, I'll accept the nickname. Just don't say it in front of everyone else."

"No promises."

"Morgan..." He narrowed his eyes at her and stood up as she laughed.

"Okay! Okay. Well, I should be going. Pound it." She put her fist out. Roman grinned and pounded her fist. "Wait, make it explode." 

They pounded their fists and then opened them. 

"Nice. See you later." She kissed his cheek and walked away 

Morgan tweets 'Tamina, be ready for #HarleyMode on Raw'

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Favorite Hashtag?

#HarleyMode

#BelieveInMe

#ReadyToBelieve?

#Healed

#NewAndImproved

#LetsGoToWar

#Excited

#YouDontWannaGoToWarWithMe

#TheWaitIsOver

#ArmyTanksRule

#OutspokenArmyGirl

[joannasteez]

tanks of blood (3)- a funeral, and the second coming back

pairing: biker!roman reigns x black reader (mentions), biker!cody rhodes x black reader (mentions) warning: descriptions of alcohol. some talks about death and funerals (not negatively). cursing. roman being a dick smh. authors note: intro-ing more characters. some funny parts and not so funny parts. this chapter, as you will see, has a few different perspectives. i thought it would be nice to learn some of the fic lore from other pov’s. this chapter takes place in the present time!!!! word count: 6k tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @theninthwonder @thesamoanqueen @kill-the-artiste @empressdede @spritelucozade @gg-trini (if anyone else wants a tag for this story let me know!)

dean was not an inheritor of his leather. he had no familial ties to such greatly established pensacola street bloodlines. but he was scrappy and clever and loyal. he loved fixing things. making a hard work of his hands till the satisfaction of a job well done had no choice but to bleed from between the slight cracks of skin. and he didn't need second or third generation leather, or a bike gifted to him on his eighteenth birthday, and then again on his twenty first—because bikers could be showy motherfuckers—he just wanted something to call his own. a beautiful sum of meek ambition. a tangible manifestation of earned freedom. and kendrick greggs—God rest his soul—had given it to him. all those years ago, when the roar of engines were still new and ear splitting, KG—as everyone called him—let dean's desires run wild. and then when those too humble desires became ill-suited, KG threw a prospect kutte at dean, with a stare that dared him to succeed. and here dean found family. absolute community. no blood relations needed. 

dean remembers the grit of his early bloodline days well, but it is the existence of such a fond remembrance from which his annoyance is born. he hates the easy slip into reminiscence. that ache so naturally tethered to the joy of it all. it was always just too much of everything. but funerals make him nostalgic. with each one, comes that reminder. he's getting older. 

and maybe that's why anger doesn't move in him. doesn't stifle the surprise rife in his blood or the stinging in his eyes. emotion threatening to well over, and then its—fuck—it's brimming and washing hot in his cheeks. its just that thing. and of course when the whole abrupt ordeal of you leaving came about, he, in a bout of rather rare sensitivity, worked his sadness to a favorable subtlety. because you weren't his but you were still like family. you were KG's blood so, yeah, there was no halfway to think about it. you were family. and it's just that thing, that comes with much time and much distance, and then finally and so suddenly theres that breaking of the space between, where such time and distance is forgotten, and all there is left, are the things waiting to be picked up again. a taking in and a holding, as if such things had never been let go in the first place. 

just outside a small pensacola church, dean pulls lazily from his cigarette. seth—and he knows its seth by the leisure thudding step of his heel toe—approaching with a cigarette of his own. the both of them watching interestedly, as you brush harsh against cody to pass him. with the air of someone amidst a lovers quarrel. the remnants of a disagreement sticking to the rushed way you make your way up to the church. 

seth snickers. "you think they're fuckin'?

"if they're not already, then he probably wants to", dean assess. mirth slipping over his lips as he takes another much needed drag. and honestly, cody wasn't to blame for such a desire if dean's thinking was as spot on as he knew it to be. it was a small, not fully established joke of sorts after all, that at one point or another, most third generation bloodline members thought about KG's daughter in not so platonic ways. the one forbidden fruit amongst a plethora of other things to freely choose from in the garden. but it only happened maybe once or twice, before the realization set in that you just weren't to be seen that way. or at most, if such thoughts occurred, it was better to let them stay exactly as they were. as thoughts with no tangible form to see to its flourishing. 

"cody is dusty's son. he'll go the gentleman route and slow burn it", seth's cigarette falling to its end as its met with the tip of his shoe. 

dean does the same. making a dramatic show of peering over his shades before his leather clad arms open up to encourage an embrace. "this ain't a mirage is it?" 

you laugh. and as your face caves softly into dean's chest he can feel the lightness of it pulsing into him. a laugh filling itself with relief as you slip your arms to tighten the embrace. "no dean". 

you slip away to embrace seth. the three of you bright with smiles despite the adornment of mournful colors and eye-guarding shades. and dean can feel the fast to creep up nostalgia. the clever way it goes about softly sweetening his blood. 

"good", dean starts. unfailing in the not so subtle way he takes you in. everything about you different but the same. new but old. "thought i was hallucinating. between the leather and the weather, i'm due for a heat stroke soon".

"fuck tradition". a short thoughtless quip. your fingers tugging his leather. "take off the jacket".

seth bristles. the offense a detailed etch along his face. "fuck tradition?! you went up north and got fucking screws loose. one of the originals is dead in a box, we gotta represent". 

and seth was right. tradition was tradition, and dean wasn't going to forsake his leather because he felt a little uncomfortable. come to think of it, it wasn't so hot—it absolutely was hot— that he needed to have loose lips with complaining about. 

your eyes roll. smiling still. "m'not nursing you when you collapse". 

"anyways", a drip of mischief steeping in. deans arm hugging your shoulder into his side. "in the spirit of reunion, do i have permission to indulge in some thoughts and opinions?" 

"i too would like to indulge". seth adds. grinning. 

your head shakes in what dean knows to be a small gathering together of patience. "are said thoughts and opinions messy and reductive". 

"...yes...maybe...", dean looking to seth for a quick temperature check of just how unruly their curiosities could be. "...i don't know". 

you sigh. "go ahead". dean feeling the ever so slight tense up in your shoulders. because loads of time had past, since the last time any of the guys had seen you. and everyone would have their own little questions and curiosities. it was impossible to hide everything forever anyways. they were all as nosy as they were rowdy and dean only knew this because he was one of them, one of the guys. 

seth breaks the tension. "you and cody?"

and you move quick. slipping from under deans arm. "absolutely not", trying to make it up the rest of the church steps. 

"ohhh no no no no no", the guys giggling like children. dean bringing you back into his side. "absolutely yes". 

"there's nothing going on-".

"because if so, it'd be cool y'know?", looking to seth for some teasing validation. "juggling both. some real TLC harem shit". 

and the mixed deadpan-grimace you take is beautiful. fulfills the void of all that long standing separation thats been existent till now. it's like you'd never left. everything feeling good and whole. 

"actually", seth adds. "i was reading, as most intelligent people do, and came up on this article about the fall of the postmodern monogamist nuclear family and the rise of polygamy... so yeah", seth feeling big in his little drop of whatever knowledge he thought that was. "nows the time for all that lovin you got sweetheart". 

and God maybe you should've came home sooner. dean laughing in the most ironic of ways. a good from the belly sort of laugh he hasn't done in a while. 

"you read?", he asks seth. words semi-genuine. 

"first of all", seth immediately brimming vexed. "i'm well read and why do you do this? i try to flex a little intellectual prowess and you shit on it". 

"ain't enough prowess in that mustard-fucking-seed brain thats worth an eighth of my shit". 

seth scoffs. "oh cause your shits just so damn prestigious". 

"thats right. premium shit. ask your mother". 

"if i gotta ask then maybe it ain't that good brother".

dean toughs a chuckle. "anyways...", feeling loss of touch again and then he's pulling you back to stand between him and seth for more questioning.  "...back to you". 

your attention switching between dean and seth. words trying their damnedest to sound sure. "there is no me and cody. i do not want or care to have roman again. drop this please". 

and deans never heard such a hard attempt at self-persuasion. 

"for now", seth relents. "but it is good to see you. very good. i been gettin bored lately". 

"a telenovela couldn't produce this much fuckin' mess, i'll tell you that much...but", dean pivots. throwing his hands up to surrender when your own hand swats his way. "...but...i agree. very happy to see you". 

and the softening you take to isn't something dean has seen for quite awhile. this more than mild reversion, a silent change of language where your arms cross and cover over in what he thinks is an anxious grasping at safety. the degree of it showcasing a vulnerability that maybe once upon a time you wouldn't have dared let be so exposed. 

"i'm hoping thats the general consensus", you let out.

seth hums short. sparing dean a glance through the tint of his shades. "one very big possible margin of error". 

"maybe even two", dean adds. aware of the context. 

"oh?", you give. 

but before any true indulgence of your flight or fight, dean pulls you along up the church stairs. "you'll see. we'll walk you in". 

your fingers squeeze over the thick set of his. thumb running in what feels like an aimless go at his skin. an attempt at quelling whatever anxieties threaten to fully undo you. dean squeezes back and slows the wide fast pace he's used to taking. 

"me being here though, whats the temperature on that? ya'll aren't...."

"mad? no", dean settles. "you left. you’re back home. its all good". 

you nod. matching now the width of their steps with a little more confidence. 

"then again", seth teases. "we weren't exactly the ones fluffed out and madly in love with you". 

and the fight you give not to smile is a comedy in of itself. that harsh fight against self-persuasion. 

dean snorting. "speak for yourself seth. i was quite literally ready to marry you before i found out you were so goddamn untouchable". 

you swat against dean's arm. a little more speed in your walking to get away from their teasing. "it wasn't like that with him".

"funerals make people delusional. so we'll let you live". 

giana rarely feels threatened, with being the daughter of a silversmith and all, it affords her the luxury of patience. but this doesn't feel good. having to constantly maneuver strangers and their strange, too ancient to understand histories. maneuvering for him and for the willing give of his attention. said attention that lingered elsewhere. and giana doesn't mind the occasional funeral, but she doesn't particularly enjoy–not that its supposed to be a joyous occasion—bloodline funerals. they're busy, rowdy affairs. men covered from head to toe in black, draped in leather, and smelling of too much amber wood and tobacco. all of them too mournful to care about just how wild they could and would eventually be. and most of the women—mothers, sisters, nieces, long standing girlfriends and wives—seemed not to care. filled with too much indifference, so much so that they find delight sometimes in the way their men carry on. and amongst the crowd and energy of the room, giana settles, finally, within herself that it's all too much of everything she doesn't want. something that fails to coax her into a care that persuades her to delve deeper. but still she's patient for him. for roman and this easy, nameless situation she’s settled into with him.

and her oh so diligent thought to check the exits—the guys had penchants for sharp, abrupt turns into violence— leads her to roam into a wild fascination. this major pushing away of the goal post that flares her settled apathy to intrigue. 

because roman's father never smiled so much so that it reached his eyes. and if he has, giana has never seen it. but he's smiling now. thick tinted shades done away with as he holds against the shoulders of a woman giana has never seen before. his hands embracing delicately, adoration sweetening the shine in his eyes as they both smile at one another. his mouth kissing her cheek. 

and never until now has giana cared so much to understand. to want the silent force of such a great man to will itself upon her through adoration. of course she didn't need roman's father to love her, but never has he ever looked at her with more than anything other than something cordial and constrained. a diplomatic smile and head nod of acknowledgement. 

from all corners of the room came upon this woman a full adornment of adoration. grievers making room in their well of emotions. 

and maybe this purity of love is the appeal. the thing which giana has moved so quickly from to avoid. 

but to some odd mixture of dismay and relief, roman stays unmoved. 

roman grew up hearing the stories. fierce, scrappy remember when's and how it came to be's, like lullabies, if such soft tales were more vicious than virtuous. KG—God rest his soul— and his father. thick as thieves, his mother would tell him. the great street men of pensacola who birthed the bloodline. rubber against the heat of asphalt and a less than holy roar of harley davidson engines. and where ever they stepped the recognition followed. a bountiful hand off of respect, often wordless but pure in its spirit. it was something awe inspiring. a dream that seemed to roman to be more sure fated than not. because if his father was the king, than surely there would be a time of a great succeeding. the president's patch promised to the prince since his own making. and even from young, roman could feel it, see it. the coming into fruition of a future that was more fate than dream. and the grime of it just came so natural. the style and the dirty flare. how could it all not be his? 

but with age came other things. other little complexities. off the road ambitions that lent themselves to less harsh, more ardent affairs. because KG didn't have sons. KG had a daughter. and the same feelings of promise he felt towards his father's legacy, he felt towards her. towards you. and here came a natural drawing in to one another, that grew steadily in it's own time. his commitment to childishness at fourteen and fifteen, turning on its head at sixteen. and soon all the stupid, petulant things didn't matter so much anymore, because all that mattered was the sweetening of your voice in his ears. persuasive and goading to his seventeen year old senses. and then came eighteen, nineteen and twenty. a man—because who would tell him he wasn't—with his own mind, his own way and his own bike, pensacola a playground made by his father for all his delights. races and bars and late night rides. KG's amused knowing stare and the heavy disapproval of your mother. by twenty one, you were his without ever having to say it. 

lingering stares and touches, turning more sure by the second, till they became heavy and unmovable. a stain. 

and that staining proved to be permanent. a deep etching that preserved itself in time. beyond the distance even. a hardening in his bones and over his heart till the beautiful youthful heat of it turned cold and grey. 

a fettering he had started so long ago, unable to be released. and he sees that now, amongst this great show of love as people surround you to greet adoringly, that all this work to undo you, was just a lousy attempt at forgetting. 

and that shit is vexing. filters the mourning in his spirit till all thats there is this silent flaring. anger. because how audacious were you really? to show your face after so many years? after breaking him so easily? your eyes uncovered and beautiful still, and your lips smiling, hugging his father. acting oh so humble. 

romans jaw shifts. clenches hard before release. his eyes taken by a slight narrowing stare that only fixes itself at the meeting of it with his fathers. the joy in him battling against the irritation rife in romans bones. and it all feels so shitty and rotten. a heavy disturbance in his belly. he needs a drink or two even. something strong. an agent of forgetfulness, of numbing. 

and of course with every bloodline funeral there is the draping over of a gray sky. moody and still and blanketing. the swell of bodies in the church filing out as the mourning family took to cars and the guys slowly step towards a heinously long row of motorcycles. but who would they be if the procession were not this heavy, dirty, roaring clash of engines along the streets. the show of it, the noise and the leather and the all black, it was just their way. tradition. something that—and even if it exhausted him—roman would hold to forever. because there was nothing else to know or live for aside from this. a life always dreamed of. and he'd honor it till he couldn't anymore. when others were carrying him in a casket to the cemetery. 

roman takes his time getting to his dyna. surveying the buzz of energy. shades masking his eyes now as he watches jimmy, jey and naomi surround you almost covetously. his jaw clenching again. mounting with irritation. wanting that hard drink more by the second. 

and he can smell the sweetness of giana's perfume. a wafting at his side, becoming closer and closer, that oddly eases the tension in his shoulders. and she, amongst everyone else, is none the wiser to such minute details. the deep understandings of such intertwined and complex histories totally evading her. roman figures now, with the way his vexation wells steadily, that she's better for it. saving him even from the not so efficient procedure of having to explain. because that in itself was a task with more surgical leaning qualities. he'd have to actually open himself up to the vulnerabilities of past circumstance. an in depth overview of just how deeply you'd severed yourself from him. and that, he absolutely wanted to avoid at all cost. even the possibility of it made his stomach drop. 

a whiskey neat. yeah that would straighten him good. 

"who is she?"

the curiosity, he finds odd. because giana was always so quick to maintain that she didn't care much for the inner workings of "whatever you got going on", as she'd say. but now the interest was written about her face clearly. and it was everything that roman did not want. he didn't want roundtable talks, twenty one questions and all about me discussions explaining the intricacies of past lives. he wanted the nameless, shapeless situation they'd always maintained. why the hell was she so curious now?

he turns to her. "be specific. we're at a funeral", clenching his jaw. and if not for the thick of his beard, she'd recognize it as such an obvious tell of his annoyance. 

her head nods in your direction. "the woman your father seems to have so much love for". 

"funerals make him sentimental. he can't help himself". 

"if eye-fuckin her is all sentiment then neither can you". 

roman unfolds the legs of his shades and rests them on cooly. this smooth slipping on of a cover to mask the surprise threatening to shine in his eyes. because to him, that poor heavy build of displeasure felt all palpable. this absolute etching into his face that could be readable to anyone who cared enough to look. but maybe his irritations then didnt appear as whole as they felt to him. he has yet to master the stoicism of his father, the same father who now has so suddenly forsaken his stoic disposition for absolute adoration. bringing on an obvious shift to the spirit of the day. really didnt need whatever giana was attempting to muster up. 

he needs a drink. badly wants it actually. 

"whatever you think it is, its not". releasing the neat knot in his hair as he palms his bike helmet. avoiding the bare over of giana's eyes. a patient burn in of brown he can feel in his skin. "shes a good friend of the family".

"ohhh", a sarcastic draw out. gianas arms folding over. "well if shes a good friend, then i got no choice but to play nice".

and roman cant help the snort that leaves him. the giana he met months ago, suddenly so different now. "stick to what you know gi. playin brazen ain't your game". 

the sweet jasmine of her perfume overtaking the rainy scent of such an oddly mournful afternoon. easing further into him till her hands are holding his cheeks. thumbs running over freckles. a show of intimacy that neither satisfies or disappoints him. and maybe thats worse than feeling either of the extremes. 

her lips kissing his. lingering before she releases him. "and playin clueless ain't yours". 

roman mounts his bike. helmet fastening. he starts the engine and like some great call to action, the guys disperse from their little groupings in front the church to make way to their rides. this small army of all black, draped in leather. 

he looks to giana. eyes hidden behind his shades and his face emulating the great impassiveness of his father. "we are what we are", this vague skating around of words. words that affirm the simplicity of their romantic situation. because thats what it is. "we're good". making no effort to look her way as he backs out of his space to lead the procession of bikes.

the first shot of whiskey is to wet his palate. the oh so simple taste of a familiar spiced burning. and the second shot is friendly. doesn't suffer him to grimace or grunt in that faithful way. settling in faster, easier, a fire on his tongue that steeps into his blood. the third take of whiskey warming his belly. a deep restraining. and then comes that odd form of clarity. all the overthought things, less overthought. the diligent fight that once existed, managing that complicated flow, because what were words and thoughts and feelings anyways? if not just the dregs of an already downed beer. useless idle remains. but still that foamy sludge lingered, like a thick film at the top of his drowning patience, refusing to go ignored. his tongue forsaking the whiskey for beer. cold and his palm clutching it for dear life. the heat of his body losing to the icy chill of the bottle. and he's losing everywhere. his presence waning amongst the energy of the clubhouse. 

the guys mingling as they always did. heavy knocking bass from the speakers and the too loud boostings of laughter. whispers and clinking. bottles and shot glasses. the warm brown of creaky hardwood walls and the coarse gray of the floors. the leather couches swishing from the rise and fall of bodies. so many bodies. and the more he attempts to sip his beer while missing the dregs the more it foams over his mustache. the more he sinks into his seat, the louder the room gets. this sharp focus about him that can't be mitigated. the whiskey and the beer working in vicious tandem. whiskey makes him hot. molten lava flowing over with a threatening pace to reign amongst the fright of the people. 

and he can do it if he likes. he can let the remains of him loose and reign amongst the people. forcibly siphon the energy since everything was so damn funny. 

that laughter filling the air, where the joke is too funny. takes the attention too well, till the room has no choice but to yield. the twins were good at doing that. at coveting the attention innocently. and everyone always fell victim to it. it made for good times. for good memories. but that was the problem. 

all this strolling down into remember when's made roman's belly ache. a nagging twist too hot to ignore. 

"and you know the type of guy i am. im approachin ole girl all gentlemanly n'shit. finesse game on damn near a thousand".

whiskey makes roman hot. makes his blood wreathe with what feels like anger. and maybe thats why he doesn't drink the stiffer stuff too much. 

"next thing i know, we back at her's and im in it, like in it. neighbors know my government type shit. and then BOOM the damn front door opens. it's her HUSBAND UCE!", jey grabbing a too-drunk seth's shoulder. 

and roman can feel the damp way his skin grows. leather burdening his shoulders. 

"i swear my lil nineteen year old ass was shook. damn near was peeing on myself hiding in that closet. i ain't know nothing about being the other dude. i was tryna get out of there".

"fuckin' with cougars had ya ass shook, hidin in closets, danglin out of windows and shit, tryna escape", jimmy quips. laughing and sipping at his cup. 

and with every new height of laughter, comes this deeper sinking in of whatever heaviness that's making roman suffer. because it was too much to simply call it anger. anger never consuming him so wholly. 

"but the SAVE uce, the save!", jey's arm throwing around your shoulder till you were tucking under him. hugged into his side. "my sis came in clutch. rolled up quick with that lil cutlass ciera and saved my ass". 

the mirth in your eyes, crinkling at the corners as these little delicate laughs escape you. it makes him fume. the ease you've taken, returning back into the fold so seamless. aided by the love and longing of so many who seem to have forgotten just how shitty it was. a sudden departure. this tearing away that never really mended. like the raw splitting of skin, together again but gruesomely scared. the pain that came with such a nasty tattering felt still. felt when it was quiet and when it rained. when he drank too much whiskey and when the foamy dregs of beer stuck annoyingly to his lips. and then comes this accidental meeting. the linking of your gazes and it stutters the beating in his chest. an arresting that feeds the fire. because how does such power still exist? a potency that makes his stomach lurch. 

your eyes are soft. hesitant. scared. and none of it satisfies him. none of it fixes the wrongness twisting in him. and even when he wins, watching you rip away to look else where, the triumph in victory forsakes him. 

your lips sipping on a drink. something mixed he's sure. because things haven't changed so much that the way you take your alcohol completely evades him. but nothing ever really gets past roman. not much. definitely not cody and his eyes. the small slipping smile of his lips and the linger of his hand on your shoulder. flanking your side like he's been ordered to protect you. but it's not new. cody's always been servile. ready to perform for you. and maybe, just maybe he can't help it. maybe its the history roaming in cody's veins, an inherited drive to see to it that you were ok. the same way dusty did for KG. because dusty was the protector. the slightly older man. KG's slightly older "brother". but cody was different because he lingered. his eyes and his touch. just long enough for roman to notice.

the whiskey making him hot still. not so much his skin anymore—though yes he was a little warm—but the vexing in his blood. and no it was not the agent of forgetfulness he needed it to be. it numbed nothing. mitigated nothing. 

and when you slip away from this reminiscing cluster of laughter and leather, he has all the mind to follow you. because the gall of it all steadily amasses the heat of his anger. that desire to siphon the energy pushing deeper until it begins to solder to his bones. a dense take to his will. because how can you be so comfortable with yourself  in his presence, that such maneuvers have no hesitation? no second guessing? and then to make him watch your fit of smiles with another man. their has to be another word other than hot to describe the blaze in him. the overflow of vexation. but either way cordiality is for the fucking birds. 

roman stands, and with it everything follows. eyes and a swelling anticipation. waning laughter and the slow drift away of mouths telling old memories. 

seth shifts. suddenly more sober than he's been for hours. aggressively clearing his throat to lessen the torture of such an abrupt silence. 

dean just stares. sips from his beer and holds his eyes over roman. and if not for the drowning of whiskey and beer, roman would run rife with appreciation for such a sharp attentiveness. 

and cody. oh cody. never too hard to read. his thumb fidgeting over his knuckles. restless but ready. 

roman crosses the floor, stepping closer till his shoulder checks cody's. a stiff leather against leather. something petulant and liquor inspired. 

the noise of the clubhouse back to its former glory as roman disappears down a long wide hallway. slow measured steps as he feigns for stability. and of course it'd take more whiskey to have him completely stumble, but the additive of the fire in his blood makes things all the more unusual. and this push to seem alright, unaffected, only reinforces the opposite. makes his steps heavy and the pounding in his chest thunder. 

and when he gets to you, the unrelenting need to be vicious overtakes him. nearly threatens him to illness if he fails. and maybe thats just the anger again. the pensacola heat and the whiskey and the hurt. 

the wide hallway is small somehow. feels taken up. by warm subtle perfume smelling of autumn and far away ancient things. hugs and summer morning whispered i love you's. soft eyes and softer fingers. in his hair and over the steady growing muscles of his shoulders. because memories aren't just in words, this tedious coming together of letters and syllables, it's the time of day, scars left by long healed bruises and perfumes. its the old, overwrought beating in his pulse. uneven breaths and shy lingering eyes. and here the rushing back is quick. like whiplash. and the idea that such a thing has to rush back to him, cross over to close such a wide distance, is the source of such deeply rooted anger. 

it is the second coming back of everything lost. 

fuck being cordial.

a framed photo sits in your hand. your thumb brushing over the old wood of it. the wide long hallway filled with doors that lead to small bedrooms and framed photos. because the clubhouse for many, was always like an actual house. a place to stay, to be, when no where else was available. like a home for family. 

you hang it back up, turning to look at another. wistfulness in your eyes. it makes his jaw clench. thick arms folding over his chest. feigning still for stability. 

"s'nothin in here that's changed", you give. a too short olive branch. the pretty shape of your eyes taking to a widely framed photo. you and KG, smiling under the harsh beam of the sun. posing cooly next to his custom harley soft-tail. 

romans heart skips. your voice sinking sweetly to mix among the welling over of his pain turned anger. 

"that's usually what happens when things go untouched".  

and it comes in, as you finally turn to face him, this storming chant. fuck being cordial. fuck it. whiskey inspired and sounding so right. amongst the muffled droning of too drunk bikers and the easy mean speak of his own thoughts, your eyes take him in. a meticulous working over, as if to reaffirm your memory. and he does the same. your body done up in traditional bloodline funeral attire. black boots, black denim, black leather and silver jewelry. your hair so different from the last time he'd seen you but your face the same. everything of your father except your eyes. those being all your mother. eyes that always seemed so close and far away. leaving him doubtful and chasing. always in attempt to settle them. to remedy the faraway look of them with something satisfying. 

back then, all those years ago, he only ever wanted to satisfy you.

being amicable? yeah. no. 

"he talked about you a lot before he passed", he starts. inching closer, step by step, till he's close enough to smell your perfume in full. the same scent you've worn since you were sixteen. nostalgia working to run rife in him, his displeasure working deeper. "little soliloquies n'shit. said he was happy he had you, cause if he had sons, they'd be too much like him. too fixed into everything. too stuck in the life. too loyal". 

the glazing over of your eyes shine under the warm hallway light. lazily going about his face. that drink you'd had filled with whatever before definitely not your first.

"you're saying this because?" voice edged with hesitancy. guarded. 

"i don't know really", his back leaning away to rest against an empty spot on the wall.  "i guess i just realized how wrong he was, and KG was always right about shit but that? very very wrong". his lips smiling malicious. head tilting. "m'sure all that heartbreak and disappointment, getting abandoned. the way it was eating away at him, he wouldn't have gotten that with a son". 

you laugh. something mirthless and corrosive. biting into the air the way it fills up the hallway to taunt him. 

"daddy’s little baby bird couldn't have his chance out the nest", your mouth smiling with teeth. a mean sort of amusement taking your eyes as you meet him. "jealousy never did look good on you. it makes you whiny. needy. like a child, and it's boring", you chuckle. rolling tipsy eyes. "for the first time in a while i'm seeing you and already the argumentative shit is boring me". 

"oh?", his back pushing off the wall. eyes baring down. a mirthless smile slipping in to mirror yours. "did it get a little to real for you? is the ride down memory lane not fun enough anymore?" his breathing deep. brows pulling together and his jaw goes to clench. "yeah... all that nostalgia is a bitch ain't it? just a whole bunch of bullshit sentiment and remember whens". and whether it is the draw of your scent—your presence—or the rushing of his ego he does not know, but the space even in such a wide hallway grows minimal. the whiskey on his tongue washing over just as the tequila on yours does the same. sharing angry breaths. "you got them boys reelin, fallin all over you, all wistful and simpy and shit. what'd you do to cody to make him go all puppy eyed? you fuck him finally?" 

"you should know better than anyone, cause i never needed to fuck you to make you care", and the stinging there is deep. cruel and gut twisting. "yeah no, you got all simpy and shit on your own". 

a few inches closer. if he were inches closer he'd be able to feel your lips. his eyes lingering over them. desire and pain gathering themselves to war. "you got him placeholdin. doing him the same way you did me". 

"the same way you doing her". 

and till now he'd forgotten about giana. her suspicions and her questions. her sudden doing away with of that apathy he found so faithful and easy to enjoy. 

because of you. everything always for him. because of you. 

"he's always been a little soft for you", roman smiling. "but cody is smart. your m.o. ain't hard to pick up".

"i'd love to know what you think that is". 

"i don't even think its something you can help. it's just in you. hereditary shit. just like your moth-"

a breath toughing out. "watch. yourself". 

"you leave. thats what you do. you leave". 

and here there is no triumph in victory either. not when your eyes well, nor when you step away from him to leave the hallway. the twisting in his gut tightens and the whiskey soaking his blood is graceless. makes all the attempts at stability a failure . his back against the wall again. feeling ill and incomplete. 

Oof… that was a-lot lol. roman being a dick unfortunately, but his tune will change eventually. let me know what you think!

[fandoms-x-reader]

The SHIELD {1}

Imagine: Getting drunk and playing games with the boys. (1400)

"Come on, Roman!" you yelled loudly, making sure the superstar could hear you. One. Two. Three. You jumped up and down with excitement as you rushed into the ring with your boys to celebrate the win that Roman had just claimed. 

You hugged Roman before separating and looking at the crowd. Some people were booing, but most of them were cheering. You wore a proud smile on your face as the four of you walked out of the ring, back to the gorilla. "Nice win," you told Roman. "Thanks, Y/N. Are we hanging out tonight?" Roman asked the group.

"I've got to shower first, but then I'm down," you replied. "We'll bring the alcohol," Seth added, nudging Dean who chuckled. "Who's hotel room?" you questioned. "We can hang out at mine, I'll text you the room number," Roman said.

"Sounds good, I'll meet you guys there," you told them with a smile before parting ways and going back to your own hotel room. You got in the shower, washing off all the sweat from your match earlier tonight. When you got out,  you changed into some comfortable shorts and a tank top before pulling out your phone.

You looked at the room number that Roman had texted you and then made your way there, knocking on the door. Roman opened the door with a smile and you saw all three men were already there; and, they had the same idea as you. They were all freshly showered.

"The princess is here," Roman told the other men. "Shut up, you know I hate it when you call me that," you told him, playfully slapping him on the arm. "What's wrong with that nickname? Corbin called us the princes of WWE which would make you a princess," he defended. "Princesses don't hold the Woman's Champion title, and Corbin meant it as an insult," you teased.

"Maybe, but jokes on him now" Roman countered. You laughed and rolled your eyes at him as Seth yelled, "Come on, Y/N. We poured a shot for you." You walked past Roman as he shut the door and sat next to Seth, picking up your shot glass. 

The four of you tapped your shot glasses together before quickly downing the liquor inside of it. "Alright, what's on the list for tonight?" Dean asked, looking at you. You looked between Seth and Roman, making it clear that you weren't choosing the game, and Seth finally pulled out his phone. "Hedbanz," he declared, choosing the category before placing the phone on his head.

You, Roman, and Dean quickly described each word that flashed on the screen, trying to get Seth to guess the word. When the time was up, he had ten points. Seth then passed the phone to Dean, and you repeated the process. "Eleven points," Dean said with pride.

Next was Roman, you watched over his shoulder since he was sitting on the other side of you. Once he finally chose a category, you began giving him clues. He was a little slower than Dean and Seth at guessing, but he still got a pretty high score with eight points. "Alright, Princess, your turn," Roman stated. You glared at Roman playfully and Seth and Dean chuckled.

You took the phone and chose the "Animals" category. You placed the phone on your forehead and waited for the clues, but they never came. The three men stared at the phone, confused. "Um, I'm not really sure what clues you guys are trying to give me here," you joked, making Seth give you a bitch face.

"Skip that one," Dean told you. You did as he said, and skipped it. But, the same thing happened with the next animal. And the next one. You skipped five animals before Seth shouted, "Oh! We got this one!" "A domesticated version of a wolf," Dean said. "A dog?" you asked. "Yep!" Roman shouted.

But, before you could move the phone to confirm you got it right, the timer buzzed and your score stood at zero points. "Ooh, Y/N, that wasn't such a good round for you," Seth stated giving you a slightly disappointed face.

You looked at the three men in disbelief as you threw the phone at Seth. "You guys are the worst clue-givers ever!" you defended, making them all laugh. You shook your head at them and poured yourself another shot. "Great going, Roman, you've driven her to drink again," Dean muttered under his breath, but you heard it.

You glared at the men, who were enjoying every moment, before taking another shot. "You didn't even wait for us!" Roman said, looking offended. "That's because I'm going to have to drink twice as much to be able to tolerate the three of you for the rest of the night," you teased, pouring out another four shots.

You handed them all out and after another cheer, you downed your third shot. At this point, you were starting to feel the alcohol. But, it was the good kind of feeling, not the bad kind. You sat down in between Roman and Seth as the three of you continued to play games, taking shots in between the games.

After a couple more games, the four of you were just hanging out. You were laying on the couch in the room now, your head on top of Roman's lap as Seth and Dean sat in chairs across from you and Roman.

"Alright, Y/N. I have a question for you," Dean said, a smirk playing on his lips. You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow before skeptically replying, "Okay." "Kiss, Marry, Kill - Drew McIntyre, Daniel Bryan, and Baron Corbin," he replied. "Kiss Daniel, Marry Drew and Kill Corbin. Come on, that one was so easy," you responded with a small smile on your face.

"Oh, you want a hard one? Fine, Kiss, Marry, Kill - Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, and Roman Reigns," Dean countered, his smirk even larger now. You looked between the three men who were all staring at you now and felt your heart start to race.

"No, no, no, I'm not doing that one," you replied, turning your attention to the ceiling. "Come on, Y/N," you have to," Seth teased. "Rules are rules, Princess," Roman added, chuckling. "I'm drunk, but I'm not that drunk or stupid," you countered, looking back at the men. "It's just a game, we won't hold it against you," Dean stated. You hated all three of them right now, but you knew that they wouldn't drop the question until you gave them an answer.

You groaned before saying, "Fine. Kiss Dean, Marry Roman, and Kill Seth." Roman wore a proud smirk as Seth looked truly offended. "Why would you kill me?" he asked as Roman and Dean began to laugh.

"It's simple, Seth, really. If I kissed or married you, Becky would kill me, and I don't feel like dying," you explained, referring to his wife - fellow wrestler, Becky Lynch. Seth seemed pleased with your answer and noted that you had a good point. 

After a few minutes, Roman suggested that you guys watched a movie, and you agreed. They let you pick the movie and you put your favorite movie on, before getting more comfortable on the couch, still laying in Roman's lap. Seth sat on the ground in front of where your legs were. You offered to move but he refused, saying he was fine where he was. On the other end of the couch, Dean pulled up a chair, and you smiled to yourself as you took in this moment.

You loved these three men with your whole heart. Your bond with them was unbreakable. You watched your movie until your eyes began to close. When the boys noticed that you were asleep, Seth grabbed a blanket and covered you with it while Dean grabbed a glass of water and a couple of pills of Tylenol, setting them on the table in case you needed it tomorrow morning. Roman stayed on the couch with you the whole night, afraid to wake you up. 

Thankfully, the couch was reclinable so Roman was able to get a bit more comfortable. When you woke up the next morning, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world because you had not one, but three amazing men who took care of you and loved you just as much as you loved them.

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Welcome to Oblivion--Ch. 37

Chapter 37

           March swept in quietly, sneaking in beneath the drifts of snow that continued to blanket the campus. Astronomy labs up in the observatory were cancelled as the roads—even with a jacked up four-wheel drive like Roman’s—were too dangerous. Grand Mountain ran shuttles outfitted with snow chains and a detachable plow every five minutes. They were packed to the brim every time as there was so much ice that several people had slipped and fallen on their way to classes.

           I pulled a Henley on over a tank top, then Roman’s Pirates hoodie, and one of Dean’s old jackets. Wool gloves, a scarf, and a pair of waterproof boots were the last things I needed before I grabbed up my backpack and trudged down the hallway of the dorm. My right hand was still in a brace after I’d fractured it punching Seth in the chest. It made it harder than expected to not only wear my gloves but to carry my bag, my coffee, or just about anything else.

           The weather and the fact that both football and cheer competition seasons were over made me more than a little depressed. I was surprised to find that I’d grown to like the early morning workouts at the Cove, practices three times a week, and travelling with the team. Being without them sent me headlong into a strange sort of depression. I missed the people who’d become my friends.

           Now, it felt like I was stuck alone within the four walls of my dorm room. I felt scared and alone. And so sad.

           “Come on, short stuff,” Drew said from out of nowhere. He stood by the front doors in a purple fleece that would barely protect me from an air conditioner. “We’re not waiting for the shuttle. I’ll give you a lit up the steps again.”

           I shrugged. I saw the worry slip into place in Drew’s blue eyes, but I couldn’t make myself care.

***

           “You’re freezing,” Drew said when he sat me on my feet at the top of the stairs that lead to the upper campus. “You need some coffee. My treat.”

           “No,” I murmured, feeling like I was going to be sick. “I’m fine. I just need to get to class.”

           Drew snorted, his breath sending out whisps of steam in the cold air. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and tucked me in against his side as we kept walking. “You and Seth haven’t patched things up yet?”

           “I don’t know what there is to patch up. He won’t even talk to me.” I sounded more forlorn than I wanted. If I were being honest with myself, I missed Seth. I missed him more than I thought I had a right to, even though Roman and Dean knew about everything. They knew about how I felt, Dean had figured Seth out quicker than I had.

           My feet stopped without me actually telling them to. There was this feeling like being punched in the stomach. Like I was looking down off the edge of an impossibly high building that just kept getting higher and higher. Blood rushed in my ears. And God… I couldn’t breathe.

           I gasped for air. I clawed at the neck of Roman’s hoodie, trying to break the relentless choking sensation caught up in my throat. Without thinking, I thumped myself hard in the chest with my injured hand. I might not have had the ability to breathe, but I had enough air to let out a wail of pain.

           Whether it was for the white hot agony in my hand or the dull, desperate ache in my chest, I couldn’t quite say.

           “Addy, lass…” Drew said as his bag slammed into the ground, kicking up ice and snow. “This has to stop. Look at you.”

           He reached for my hand gently. With careful motion, he drew me into his arms, tucking me against his chest and resting his chin against the top of my head. I gasped one lungful of air after another, each one tinged with the crisp smell of his body wash and the softer undertones of fabric softener. As soothing as it was, I wanted the dark, sweet scent of Roman’s sheets or the unnervingly fruity scent of Dean’s shampoo.

           I hated that I wanted to just go and crawl into Roman’s bed. Or Dean’s. All I wanted was to just hide from the world. From everything that reminded me of the fact that even though I had two wonderful guys who meant the world to me—more than I deserved in the first place—I couldn’t stop myself from being greedy and wanting more.

           With every hour that passed, the more I wondered how they kept choosing to love me. Why they made me part of their world, even though everyone looked at us funny when the three of us were out in public together. If something happened to their friendship because of me, I would never forgive myself.

           “What can I do?” Drew asked, drawing my attention from my self-loathing.

           I struggled to catch a full, deep breath. My chest still ached as if someone had stabbed an ice pick between my ribs. Vomit clawed up my throat. I shoved at his shoulders, struggling to get away.

           He barely got out of the way before I puked.

           Drew gathered my hair up in one hand while the other rubbed slow circles on my back. “Let’s stop by the student center. Grab you something to drink and get you cleaned up.”

           My whole body vibrated with an anxiety that I couldn’t quite name. I leaned up against Drew’s side and tried to catch my breath. The cold air burned as it filled my lungs and threatened to freeze the tears on my cheeks. I ached like I’d been run over by a tank, so much so that I wanted to just collapse onto the snowy sidewalk and stay there.

           “Come on, lass,” Drew said as he swung my bag up over his shoulder. Then he tucked his arm around my shoulders as he steered me toward the student center. “Let’s go.”

           I barely had enough focus is to follow Drew into the student center. The heat rolled over me as we stepped through the doors. Noise echoed from the high ceilings. On the second floor, I could see people milling around behind the glass walls of the café. Everything was so normal. So… calm. I couldn’t wrap my head around how so many people could have so much peace when I just wanted to crash and hide.

           Drew steered the way, and I was stepping through the doors of the bookstore before I knew where I was. The line for the coffee shop was shorter than I would have expected on such a cold day. We fell into the line, my heart still pounding in my chest so hard that I was certain it was going to crack my ribs wide open.

           “So is it true?” said someone a few people ahead of us in line. “Woods said you were thinking about leaving.”

           “Yeah… I’ve tossed around the idea of going back to Iowa.” The voice that responded was familiar. I’d heard it more times than I could count. “I’m just not feeling it here anymore.”

           “Uh huh,” came the response. “Getting a little crowded in your place, hmm?”

           I swallowed back the scream that threatened to tear through me. It took more strength than I thought I had to just turn around and walk back out of the student center. Drew still had my bag—and my wallet and my keys—but I couldn’t stay feet away from Seth with those words echoing in my ears.

           My shoulders slumped as I tried to push away the sadness that engulfed me. I’d worried since the day that Dean kissed me in the locker room at his fight that whatever this was would come between Dean and Roman. They were best friends. Even more, they were brothers. I’d worried about pulling those two apart.

           I’d never worried about Seth getting wedged out of their friendship because of me.

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Valentine Event

Valentine Prompt List

Read early (AO3)

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"Three words. Eight letters. Say it, and I'm yours." - Cheryl Blossom

“Swoon. I’ll catch you.” - Jim Moriarty

"I think I'm falling in love with you." - Dean Winchester

"People who throw kisses are hopelessly lazy."  - Fred Weasley

"I think I'm falling in love with you." - Fred Weasley 

"I thought we were apart for a good reason, but then I suddenly realized there was no reason good enough to keep me from spending the rest of my life with you." - Klaus Mikaelson

“I didn’t fall for you, you tripped me!” - Leonard Snart

 "I love you and I like you." - Dorcas Night

“It wasn’t love at first sight. It took a full five minutes.” - Leonard Snart

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“And her fiancé was a Satanist.” - John Constantine

“I’M IN LOVE. I WAS HIT BY CUPID’S SPARROW.” - John Constantine

“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” - Nick Scratch

“Love is sharing your food.” - Allison Argent

"Oh wait, and I forgot, I love you. And you have nice eyes."  - Din Djarin

"I thought we were apart for a good reason, but then I suddenly realized there was no reason good enough to keep me from spending the rest of my life with you." - Dean Winchester

“I’ve been waiting all my life for you.” - Bonnie Bennett

“It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.” - Jim Moriarty

“No, it's great, I love it. It's funny an-and quirky and, and so sweet. It's like you. That's why I love it. I love it. Thank you, I love it. I... I love you.” - Eragon Bromsson

“Sweet. But also, gross.” - Jim Moriarty

“We going to fight or make out, ’cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here.” - Dean Winchester

“What's Galentine's Day? Oh, it's only the best day of the year." - Donna Hanscum

“Must be hard, with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up-line.” - Peter Rumancek

“Give me attention.” - Fred Weasley

"I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you." - Laurel Lance

“I’ve been waiting all my life for you.” - John Shelby

“She's your lobster. Come on, you guys. It’s a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life...you can actually see old lobster couples, walking around their tank, holding claws.” - Theo Raeken and Rebekah Mikaelson

“For sexy reasons?” - Theo Raeken

“If you text ‘I love you’ and the person writes back an emoji—no matter what that emoji is, they don’t love you back.” - Jim Moriarty

“Oh, that's why you yelled that. I thought you were just excited about your general love of uniforms.” - Darcy Lewis

“I love you so much. You're my dream.” - Kol Mikaelson

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“Why are there roses all over the bed?” - Mick Rory

“But love doesn't make sense. I mean, you can't logic your way into or out of it. love is totally nonsensical, but we have to keep doing it or else we're lost and... and love is dead and humanity should just pack it in. Because love is the best thing we do. Look, I know that sounds cheesy, but it's-it's just true.” - Wanda & Vision Maximoff

“Swoon. I’ll catch you.” - ‘Pietro Maximoff’

“That was kind of hot.” - Clary Fray

“I don't like it! I don't like it! I don't like it!” - Wanda Maximoff

“Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes.” - ‘Pietro’ Maximoff

"I love you no matter what you do, but do you have to do so much of it?"- Peter Rumancek & Roman Godfrey

"You want the moon? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down." - Wanda Maximoff

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.” - ‘Pietro Maximoff’

"Hoes before bros. Uteruses before duderuses. Ovaries before brovaries." - ‘Pietro’ Maximoff

“But love doesn't make sense. I mean, you can't logic your way into or out of it. love is totally nonsensical, but we have to keep doing it or else we're lost and... and love is dead and humanity should just pack it in. Because love is the best thing we do. Look, I know that sounds cheesy, but it's-it's just true.” - Sam Winchester

“What’s done is done. All that matters now, all that’s ever mattered, is that we’re together. So shut up, and drink your beer.” - Jim Moriarty

“I love you. I miss you. I love you. I miss you. You clearly didn't get my text, because your pants are still on.” - Stiles Stilinski

“We going to fight or make out, ’cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here.” - Emmett Cullen

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!” - Tyler Lockwood

“Come here. I love you, too.” - Nick Scratch

“We going to fight or make out, ’cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here.” - Nick Scratch

“That was kind of hot.” - Fred Weasley

“That stuff with us is in the past. We talked about that.” - Jim Moriarty

"I wish I knew how to quit you." - Francis ‘Ajax’ Freeman

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“I didn’t fall for you, you tripped me!” - Scott McCall

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“Why? Why? Why?! ... Why?!“ - Din Djarin

"I think I'm falling in love with you." - Theo Raeken

"Because I'm in love with (Character). I love them. That's right. I love them. I love them. I love you, (Character) ." - Dean Winchester

"Because I'm in love with (Character). I love them. That's right. I love them. I love them. I love you, (Character) ." - Tommy Shelby

“I don't like it! I don't like it! I don't like it!” - Din Djarin

"I think I'm falling in love with you." - Rob Stark

“Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes.” - Stiles Stilinski

"You had me at hello." - Bonnie Bennett & Prudence Night

"I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you." "To love at all is to be vulnerable." - Agatha Harkness

“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.” Monica Rambeau

"I think I'm falling in love with you." - Stefan Salvatore

“What do you mean she’s my new partner? She tried to kill me last week!” - Din Djarin

“Scared of what? Saying "I love you"? I say "I love you" all the time. I'll say it right now: I love you!” - Klaus Mikaelson

“I just want to be friends. Plus a little extra. Also, I love you.” - Stiles Stilinski

“We going to fight or make out, ’cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here.” - Brett Talbot

"Because I'm in love with (Character). I love them. That's right. I love them. I love them. I love you, (Character) ." - Scott McCall

“I’ve been waiting all my life for you.” - Castiel

“For sexy reasons?” - Theo Raeken & Rebekah Mikaelson

“I didn’t fall for you, you tripped me!” - Peter / Pietro Mikaelson

“Don’t feel bad if you see your ex with someone else. Remember, our parents taught us to give the things we don’t need to the less fortunate.” “Love is being stupid together.” - Bonnie Bennett

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[darktammy]

The right kind of Love

My new romantic type of story I hope you all enjoy (if you want to be tag let me know) 

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It was early morning when she woke up. Looking up at the ceiling she start to think about what she was going to do today. Not sure she got up started to stretching out as she walk into her bathroom. After some time past she was wearing some jeans with a black tank top and some black boots. She takes one look in the mirror with a smile on her. “I’m ready to go.” She said grabbing her things and heading out the door. Once she head out her building her smile drop from her face as she saw the black SUV. “Hello, Y/N sir Roman is waiting for you.” The driver said. She nodded her head as she walk to the car getting in.

She was in the car driving to her boyfriends home Roman Reigns. Yes the both started dating after he and his now ex-wife finales their divorce papers. After that Roman was looking for her and only her. Then he told everyone in the back that Y/n was his girl and no one can have her, not even Finn Balor which she was eyeing for while. Finn knew Y/N eyes where on him, it made Roman very jealous at the time, but now that was dead and done.

The car park by the home were Roman lives. She got out of the car marching right into his home.  “That was not right Roman and you know that. I hate when you do this to me.” She yelled. Roman just waved off his workers while he got up and walk towards you. “Baby girl how many time do we have to have this talk.” He said to her. She shock her head as she move back from him. “No Roman I’m tried of this, everyday it’s the same thing you watching me you making me come here everyday I’m just so fucking sick of this!” As she stomp her feet. Roman toke a deep breath as he look down at her. “I think it’s time for you to sit and eat breakfast with me.” Roman look only see her walking out of the kitchen. “Y/n hey come back here. Shit!” Roman walk back into his bedroom just so he get can dress.

Y/n walk out and flag a taxi just so she can get in and get away from Roman. Roman ran out of his home only to see that she was long gone. While in the cab she starting to think about her past before she end up in this mess. 

                                               Flashback

She walk into Vince’s office with a smile as she show him the story for Otis and Mandy Rose. “Sir what do you think?” She smiled at him. “Y/n I love it will work on it right way call those two in so they can remember there lines.” Vince said with cheer in his voice. “You know Y/n you're one of our best writers we have hired. I’m glad you're on team WWE.” It made her smile with joy. “Thank you Mr. McMahon I won’t let you down.” She said. Y/n got up and walk out of his office with smile on her face. Back at the hotel that was rented for the WWE superstars and staff, she was sitting at her laptop writing more story lines for the guys in NXT. She had a smile on her face when she was thinking about Finn. Then a knock was heard so she got up and answered. “Who?” She ask. “I think you know the answer to that love.” With a heavy Irish accent. She smile as she open the door to see Finn. She pulls him right into her room.

“You know Finn you could get in trouble for this.” She giggle at him as Finn carried her then lays her down on the bed. “Who gonna know about it love.” He said as he slowly start to kiss her neck. “Oh Finn why do you have to be a tease?” She question him as she sat up and start to pull his shorts down. His was already hard like a rock. “Oh baby I’ve been waiting for this.” She told him as takes his whole cock into her mouth. Finn closing his eyes with a smile on his face. She was bobbing her head while Finn starts moaning from the bliss of joy his feeling. “Oh hold on there.” He stops her from going any faster. “Oh babe no way I’m gonna cum inside that pretty little mouth of yours open them legs wide.” He demand, and that what she did. With his hard cock entering her she moaned with joy feeling him entering her pussy. She looks up at Finn as she nodded for him to go. Without thinking twice Finn started trusting Y/n making her moan his name. 

She look into Finns eyes as she felt him go faster. “Oh Finn please if you keep this up I might just come before you.” Finn went as fast as he could making them both reach they're high. They both look at each other with smile as they kiss each other.

                                            Flashback Ends

Y/n had a small tear fall from her face as she looks at to see her stop. She thank the driver as she walk right into a small coffee shop. She walk in and order her drink and small muffin. Then she sat in the back where sis didn’t want to be seen. She sigh as she drank her coffee. “Hey Y/n is that you?” She look over as she heard a rough voice she smiled. “Jon Moxley how the hell have you been?” She smiled as she gave him hug. “Nothing much just loving life about to be a dad soon.” He smile. “Congrats on that I’m so happy for you guys. Please sit I mean we have a lot to talk about.” As they both sat Jon had a smile on his face as he could remember it like it was yesterday. The both of you first meet back in WWE when she was trying to help him become a big star, but Vince had other plans for Jon when he was Dean Ambrose. 

The both of them hit off great like brother and sister and yes Jon knew about that night with her and Finn. Jon being a big bro wanted to kill him but all thanks to Renee she stop him. “Well I guess you heard about what happen with me and Roman.” He nodded as he took her muffin and ate. Making her smile a little. “Yeah that’s just mess up, I mean…” She nodded as she look out the window. “But now I just want to know if it’s true, did you get fired from WWE?” She look at Jon as she nodded. “Was it because of Roman?” She nodded again. Jon lean forward and place his hand on yours. “Hey tell me all about it while I drive ya someone were you might like.” She smile as they both got up and headed to his car. 

On the way Y/n told Jon everything about that day. She told him what Roman did to make her and Finn end their relationship. Some how it back fired on Roman and Y/n was the one who got fired on that black Wednesday. Right along with Brodie Lee and few others. Then she look to see a building that had the words AEW on top. “Jon you know this is not a good idea.” She told him. “And I’m not going to see my sis be depress alright. Let’s good my boss Tony Khan just might need someone like you.” She laugh a little as she remember a Mortal Kombat charter by that name. They both walk right in and head straight to the back where Tony’s office is. On the way you look over to see some man pretty tall with shades on wearing some jean pants and white tee shirt with a picture of himself on it. His hair short blond with a small beard. He look up at Y/n and smiled a little. She wave at him as she look back at Jon. “Over my dead body.” Y/n laugh as Jon open the door as they both walk in.

Roman sat at the dinning table waiting on any news from Y/n. “Sir we found her, but you might not like the news.” One of the man walk in a little worried. “Roman got up and sigh. “Alright what is the problem?” He ask. “She was found with your old friend Jon and they both went to AEW’s building.” Roman look at the pleats that we're on the table with anger he slide them to the side as he yelled. “Jon I love him, like a bro, but this is taking it too far. I’m trying to get her old job back, but Vince is being a hard ass with me right now.” Roman said walking away leaving not but a mess of broken dishes on the floor. 

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Caught Out

I’m cleaning out my old stories.  This is another of my old ones when I first started writing wrestling fanfiction, when the SHIELD were still together.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/FC

Category:  Angsty

“Call me. Now!”  You swallowed past the big lump in your throat that had formed as soon as you heard the message.   You had been expecting the call and had sent it to voicemail to give you a minute to think. God you were so stupid, you thought fingers trembling as you dialed the phone number of your boyfriend, Dean Ambrose.   You stood nervously in the mall where you had headed for some stress shopping after everything went to hell this morning.  

“Did you think he wouldn’t tell me?”  Was how he answered the phone.   None of his usual pleasantries or sweet endearments.   Just straight anger.  

“I’m…I’m s…” You stuttered only to be interrupted by his loud “Shut up!” he growled before you heard him take a deep breath.  “Come home now so we can deal with this in person.”  He said before hanging up abruptly.  

You sank down onto a bench in the mall walkway, laying the multiple bags of clothing you had purchased with Dean’s credit card at your feet.   This was the first time Dean had ever been angry at you.  He never raised his voice or yelled at you.   You debated not returning to the home you shared with Dean.  You didn’t want to deal with the confrontation that was sure to happen.  But you had so much stuff there.  Jewelry and clothes, handbags, all presents from Dean.  The two of you had been together for over a year and you had just moved into his home in Las Vegas a month or so ago.  You hated to lose all that stuff.  With Dean you had found a nice sugar daddy who wasn’t home very often and spent a lot of money on you to make up for it.  You didn’t want to lose that.  And all you had to do was fuck him when he was home.  Being that the man was gorgeous, that wasn’t a hardship at all. And when he was gone, well, you could always find someone to scratch that itch.  You wondered just how much Seth Rollins had told Dean.  

Maybe he didn’t tell Dean everything you mused.  Maybe I can spin it.  Make Dean think Seth got the wrong impression.   Feeling more confident that you could talk your way out of trouble you began digging through your purchases.   Finding what you were looking for you bee lined for the bathrooms, stepping into the handicap stall and stripping off the jeans and bebe tank top you were wearing.   You hurriedly stepped into the royal blue skintight bodycon dress you had just purchased before rummaging through the bags for the silver stilettos you had gotten to go with them.  Exiting the stall you pulled your hair from the ponytail it was in and let it tumble down your shoulders in waves before touching up your makeup.  

As you drove the BMW X5 Dean had leased for you towards your home, you thought about the events that had brought you to the situation you were headed into.

Flashback

You had met Dean’s partners, brothers as he called them, Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns about a month after you started dating Dean.  You would have had to be blind to not notice how gorgeous the men were.  And you was positive they were attracted to you as well. Most men were.  You had been blessed with flawless looks, and you used them to your full advantage.  Being a natural flirt you were constantly teasing the men and blatantly flirting with them, even in front of Dean.  He didn’t seem to care much, he knew you were a flirt and he trusted his brothers implicitly.   And as time went on he began extending that trust to you.  The flirting with Roman had stayed about the same throughout the year, but when you and Seth were alone, the flirting seemed to take on a more serious tone and became more real with light touches being exchanged.  Many times you had caught Seth eyeing you with clear lust.   You had honestly expected him to make a move. After a while, when he never did, you figured out his loyalty to Dean was holding him back and you decided to give him the green light.   But Seth seemed to miss many signals.  You began to get frustrated and figured the man was dense and would need to be hit in the face with it.  

Your opportunity came this morning. Dean had been called in as a last minute fill in after another superstar unexpectedly had fallen ill to handle some local interviews.   In his rush he had forgotten that Seth was coming over and the two were going to hit the gym together.  When Seth had arrived you took the opening.  Offering Seth breakfast to make up for Dean’s oversight you cooked him a hearty meal of bacon, eggs and pancakes.  Leaving him to eat you stepped into the living room and stripped off the yoga pants and t-shirt you were in, then stripped off your bra and panties before moving to lean in the doorway of the kitchen.  It took a moment for Seth to see you, so intent was he on shoveling food into his face.  

When he saw you with a come hither smile on your face he pushed his chair back, languidly looking your body over. The corner of his lip turned up in a cocky smirk as he crooked his finger and beckoned your forward.    When you were situated on his lap Seth drew your face close to his, his warm breath making your nipples tighten.  You pressed your mouth to his lips sliding your tongue past them before he broke away.

“You wanna know what I’m gonna do?” Seth said, his voice gruff.  

“No baby, what are you going to do?” You responded pressing your chest against his.  You let out a startled yelp when he stood up abruptly dumping you on the floor.  

“I’m gonna tell Dean what a whore his girlfriend is.  That is what I’m going to do.”  He spat, looking down at you in disgust before storming out of the house.  

You had sat on the floor in humiliation for several moments before you jumped to your feet, rushing to get dressed. Grabbing Dean’s credit card you had headed straight to the mall. You needed to get out of the house and figure shit out before you panicked.  

You pulled into the garage of Dean’s home and shut off the engine taking a nervous breath before pasting on a smile and strolling into the house.   You were met with Dean sitting at the table, in the same spot Seth had been in for your failed seduction attempt.   You froze in the doorway your smile faltering at the coldness in Dean’s icy blue eyes.  

“Dean” you started when he simply stared silently at you.  “I rushed home.  I don’t understand what’s going on.  Why are you upset with me?”  You lied. The chuckle that came from Dean was devoid of amusement.

“Oh you mean I shouldn’t be mad that my girlfriend threw herself at my best friend?”  He asked sardonically.  

“What are you talking about?   I didn’t throw myself at him.”  You lied again.  

“Are you calling Seth a liar?”  Dean asked staring at you with a raised brow.  

“No! I’m not saying he’s a liar.  Just maybe he misread the situation.  I mean, you know we always flirt.  Maybe he took it the wrong way.”   You reasoned.

You had to bite back a smile as Dean seemed to think over your reasoning and nodded his head along.  You knew you could talk your way out of trouble.

“So you think Seth misunderstood?”  Dean asked.

“Yes.  I promise. I’ll tone back the flirting.  I won’t even flirt with him ever again.”  You promised quickly pleased to see Dean nodding in agreement.  

Dean’s head jerked up looking past you.  “You see Seth, you just misread the situation.”  He said making you spin around in shock seeing Seth leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed, Roman Reigns standing next to him with a blank expression.  “You totally misunderstood my girlfriend climbing her naked ass onto your lap.”  

“Shit.”  Seth said. “Now I feel like a fucking idiot. I’m sorry Y/N.  What exactly were you trying to convey when you straddled me?”

Dean turned expectant eyes on you.  You felt sick to your stomach, quite unsure how to spin the current direction of the conversation.

“What about when your tongue was down his throat?”  Dean asked when you didn’t reply.  “What were you trying to tell him there?  Cause you know it’s kinda hard to talk with your tongue in someone’s mouth.”  

Seeing you was caught red-handed you tried another tactic.  “I’m sorry Dean.  I’m so sorry.  I just got so lonely and we were finally going to spend some time together and then you got called out for work.  And you’re always at work, always on the road.  I was just looking for some attention.”  

“So you tried to fuck another wrestler who is on the road just as much as Dean?”  Roman snorted.  

“Don’t try to guilt me.” Dean snapped at you.  “You know how much money I spend on your ass to make you happy?   How much of my money you spend when I’m gone? You knew what you were getting into so don’t try that bullshit.”  

“Baby, I’m sorry.  I made a mistake.”   You pled, allowing tears to leak from your eyes.  “I don’t know what I was thinking.  Please, please don’t throw away what we have.  I love you.”   You fixated your eyes on your boyfriend, hoping to use them to your advantage.  He never could turn down the puppy dog eyes.

“Give me your phone.”   Dean suddenly said.  

“What? I’m not giving you my phone.”  You said.  You jumped when Roman pulled your purse off your arm and removed your phone tossing it to Dean.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”  You indignantly yelled at the big man who simply glared at you.  

“What’s your code Y/N?”  Dean asked impatiently as he was met with a lock screen.

“I’m not giving you my code.  This is ridiculous.”  You stated.

“What’s on here that you’re so adamant about me not seeing?  You want me to trust you and take you back, yet you won’t even let me look at your phone.” He chuckled humorlessly.  

You shrieked when Seth grabbed you from behind, pushing your towards Dean who grabbed your wrist and forced your finger onto the home button to unlock the phone.  Seeing him maneuvering towards your messages you sagged in defeat.  It was over, there was no way to talk yourself out of the things on your phone.  There were multiple messages to your various fuckbuddies including nudes you had sent, as well as texts to your friends bragging about using Dean.

“Well.”  He said after a few moments.  “Glad to see half the guys in town have gotten to fuck my girlfriend.”  His lip jumped in anger as he read through the damning messages.  You jumped when he slammed your phone down on the table, the screen shattering on impact.

“My phone!”  You yelled.

“Your phone?”  he said in disbelief.  “I believe I bought the fucking thing.  I can do whatever the hell I want with it.”  Dean rose to his feet coming to stand in front of you who where you were still standing loosely in Seth’s hold.  He gripped your chin in his hand making your whimper and try to escape his grasp. Seth’s hands tightened on your upper arms holding you in place.  “Whole fucking town has pictures of your pussy. And here I had to practically beg to get you to send me one.”  

Dean withdrew his hand in disgusted anger muttering under his breath while you looked on in fright.  You hadn’t seen this side of Dean before.  But Seth and Roman were smiling.  They knew this Dean.  This was their brother.  Not the watered down man he had been while trying to impress you.   For some reason Dean had gotten it in his head that he needed to get married and settled down and had turned his back on his self to achieve that.  Both Seth and Roman had tried to talk him out of it and make him see you were using him, but the man was stubborn.  They were sorry he had to go through this to see what you were trying to pull.  

“And on top of all that you have the nerve to try to fuck my brother?”  he growled as he paced.

“He wanted it.”  You yelled. “Why aren’t you mad at him?  Seth wanted to fuck me too.”  

“Of course he did.”  Dean snarled getting in your face.  “You’re a hot piece of ass and he has a dick.”  You watched warily as his face shifted, the anger draining and being replaced by a look of cold dismissal.  “You know what, I’m done.  Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house.  I don’t want to see or hear from you again.”

[analogical-virgil]

The Things That Connect Us (LAMP/Remceit)

Ship: LAMP/CALM/PolySanders, Remceit (Remy/Sleep x Deceit) Smut, Angist, Fluff, or Feels: Fluff, slight Feels Alternate Universe: Soulmates AU Scenario: The boys meet each other, their soulmates. Extra stuff: This AU is soulmate AU with most soulmate systems. -Logan and Patton are connected with countdown timers. -Roman and Patton are connected with meeting your soulmate lets you see color thing. -Roman and Logan are connected with a galaxy soul mark. -Virgil is born with no PHYSICAL or VISIBLE sight mark. -Remy and Dean (Deceit) are connected with the "can't lie to your soulmate" thing. -This is hard for De, who is compulsive liar. Inspired by this post here. I did change Virgil’s connection because I couldn’t figure out a good way to implement the original connection. Warning: Slight cussing, hints and mentions of verbal and emotional abuse, panic attack (not in detail but is still included)

Also tagging both @the-prince-and-the-emo​ and @magicalspacepanunicorn​ because showed an interest in my writing. I will gladly tag anyone else, just ask and I will add you the next time.

Logan and Patton had known each other for a long time. Ever since kindergarten. When they was born their parents were shocked to see just a little over five years on their timers.

Patton was absolutely ecstatic on the day he was to meet his soulmate. He walked into his kindergarten class that morning practically bouncing like a ball. Even though there was still almost two hours before his timer stopped. He could barely focus on anything, eyes always traveling back to the timer on the inside of his wrist.

It was almost time for morning snack when the principal walked into the classroom along with another child. The principal and the teacher talked for a few minutes before the principal left leaving the kid with the teacher.

The child was dressed nice. He wore khaki pants and a black sweater vest over a dark blue polo. He also had on black square shaped glasses. Not that Patton could tell then what colors they were. He looked around and as soon as his eyes met Patton's, Patton felt his wrist itch. Right where his timer was.

Patton glanced down, and smile brightly at the sight of the timer reading all zeros. He waited until the teacher was done talking to him before he launched himself at the other. He hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go. He did however after a few moments.

“Sorry! I'm just so excited!” Patton beamed as he bounced a little. “I'm Patton.” He held out his hand for the other to shake it.

“Salutations. My name is Logan.” Logan smiled slightly and shook his hand.

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By sixth grade, the two were dating and was inseparable. They were happy but felt as if something was missing.They both met Roman in eighth grade. Though Patton found out Roman was his soulmate first.

Patton had been used to seeing everything in black and white. Well, more like shades of gray. He had just grown used to the fact that he was colorblind. He never even thought about it meaning that he had another soulmate.

Not until Patton was accidentally bumped into another student in the cafeteria while he was looking for his boyfriend. Both were knocked to the ground. When he opened his eyes he was shocked to see color. Like actual colors.

Patton looked at the other boy with wide eyes. He took in the bright red tee shirt with a gold crown and the ripped blue jeans the other had on. Than his eyes met the dark green ones that were already looking at him. “You're my..” His voice trailed off. He couldn't wrap his head around the idea of him having more than one soulmate.

“Soulmate.” The other boy finished.

“Patton, are you okay?” Logan asked him as he set his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder.

Patton whipped his head around to look at him. Chocolate brown eyes looked at him with worry and concern. He glanced down to look at the dark blue polo and black tie his boyfriend always wore to school. When he did he caught sight of his own sky blue tee shirt. He turned back to the other boy. “My name's Patton and I'm so excited to meet you.”

“I'm Roman.” Roman responded with a smirk. “And likewise, dearest.”

To say that Logan was confused would be an understatement. He was completely lost. “Patton, what's going on?”

Patton smiled as he looked at his boyfriend. “Logan, I can see colors. Like besides shades of gray.”

“What? How?” Logan was even more lost at his love's words.

Patton pointed to Roman. “He's my soulmate as well. We are connected by the colorblind thing, like you and me are connected by the timers.” He said tapping his wrist were the faded timer sat.

Logan slowly nodded, trying to wrap his head around that he was now going to have to share his love with another guy. “Alright.”

Patton smiled widely at him. He kissed his boyfriend's cheek before hugging Roman.

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It was almost five months later when they found out that Roman was also Logan’s soulmate. The three were at Roman’s house to enjoy a lazy afternoon, when Patton suggested that they go for a swim in the pool. The others agree, and Roman loaned the other two swim shorts. He also loaned Logan a tee shirt because the nerd said that he was uncomfortable with not wearing a shirt.

Patton and Logan got changed before Roman. After a few minutes Roman walked out carrying towels. He set them down on the table, showing off the red tank top he had on. He turned to take it off, and when he did take it off, both Patton and Logan freeze and stare at the soul mark both of them have seen countless times.

Logan stepped up behind Roman, and, without thinking, ran his hand across the other’s shoulder blades. He had only seen the red and dark blue galaxy in the mirror and in pictures. He couldn’t believe that it was right here in front of him.

Roman shivered slightly to the touch. He smiled slightly sad. “It’s beautiful. From what I’ve been able to see of it, I mean. I wish I could see it here in front of me.” He sighed softly.

Logan glanced at Patton, who nodded. He already knew what Logan was going to ask. The nerd took a deep breath before moving to stand in front of Roman. “Roman, I need to show you something.” He stated looking at the ground.

“Sure, specs. What is it?” Roman asked suddenly concerned for his friend.

“This.” Logan took another deep breath before taking off his shirt.

“What are you-?” Roman’s question was cut off when Logan turned to show him the same red and dark blue galaxy that the theater geek was just talking about. He gasped loudly before gently running his fingertips over part of the soul mark.

Logan smiled slightly knowing Roman was doing the exact thing he was just moments before, which was marveling over the soul mark. “You’re right. It is beautiful. It's even better to have it right in front of you.”

Roman couldn't help but smile widely and wrap his arms around Logan's torso. He pulled the nerd to his chest and buried his face into the crook of the other male's neck.

Logan blushed slightly as he glanced at Patton, who was smiling widely himself. He leaned into the other's hold though. Even though he's been with Patton most of his life he was still touch starved. Also being in Roman's arms felt gave him the same fluttery feeling that he got when in Patton's, but there was something slightly different. He felt loved and cared for when Patton held him, but here with Roman holding him felt safe and protected.

Patton smiled brightly as he jumped up and down. “Oh my goodness! You two are so adorable!”

Logan blushed more and looked away from him. Though as soon as he turned his head, his eyes met Roman's.

“He's right, you know? You are adorable.” Roman almost whispered, not feeling the need to be loud. Mostly because both of his soulmates were close enough to hear him.

Logan was so flushed at this point that his ears were red. “I suppose that y-you are too.” He stammered slightly.

Patton squealed out of pure happiness before launching himself at his soulmates, and hugging them tightly.

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They felt happy and content, but they all felt as if they were still missing something.

They didn't meet Virgil until freshman year of college. Remy, a friend of Roman's from senior year of high school, introduced them to his twin brother. The three boys instantly fell in love with the edgy emo, and Remy knew it.

Remy had a long conversation with them about Virgil being what everyone calls soulless, meaning that he had no soulmate. He also told them about the mental and emotional abuse Virgil had received from not only classmates and strangers that found out, but also their parents and family. This had caused him to develop severe trust issues, a major anxiety disorder, and depression. Hearing this they just wanted to protect the poor anxious kid more.

The five of them slowly became friends. It wasn't until their sophomore year of college that they realized that not only was Virgil not soulless, he was also their soulmate. The last missing piece.

Virgil had grown very close to the other three over the past year and half. In that time he also realized that he's friends, and crushes, were his soulmates. He almost couldn't believe it. Almost couldn't believe that he had one soulmate, let alone three.

Virgil told Remy, who unintentionally turned around and told Dean when he had asked what they were talking about. Virgil cursed their inability to lie to each other. He was glad that he didn't end up with that connection himself. He would much rather feel the others emotions than be unable to lie to them. The inability to lie to your soulmate made buying presents so much harder than it need to be.

The next evening, Virgil was curled up on the recliner in Remy and Dean's living room panicking. He had no idea how to tell the others he was their soulmate. Remy had told him that the others loved since the beginning but he was still anxious about telling them.

He didn't even realize that he was having a panic attack until he felt arms around him. He blinked in surprise. One second he was alone, and the next he was looking at Roman. His vision was blurry from the tears but he could tell he was looking at Roman. Patton must have been the one hugging him because he could make out a dark blue blur just behind Roman.

Them being there caused him to calm slightly, but it also caused him to panic more. He loved these three, and he didn't want to lose them. He didn't want them to decide that they didn't want him.

Virgil vaguely registered Roman and Logan trying to talk to him, trying calm him down. He could make out the words “four”, ”seven”, and “eight”. It took him a few moments to realize the they were repeating his breathing method for when he has an attack. He closed his eyes, and tried to follow the pattern that was burned into his brain by this point in his life.

After a few minutes of attempting, and failing, of trying to calm himself down, Virgil finally was able to breathe almost normally besides the occasional hiccup from his previous sobs. He opened his eyes which were still slightly blurry from the tears.

“Kiddo, tell me five things you can see.” Patton said in his ear.

“T-the three of you, my jacket, and t-the w-wall.” Virgil stuttered

“Good. Now four things you can touch.” Roman whispered.

“Patton, the chair, the floor and my jacket again.” Virgil muttered loosening his grip on Patton’s shirt a little. Wait. When did he grab Patton?

“Excellent. Name three things you hear.” Logan stated next.

“You talking, my heartbeat, and Patton’s breathing.” Virgil relaxed more.

“Good work, kiddo. Almost there. Two things you smell.” Patton praised.

“Cupcakes and sugar.” Virgil responded. That was how Patton always smelled. Like he just got done baking sweets.

“You’re doing good, Vee. Last one, something you can taste.” Roman whispered again.

“Blood.” Virgil answered, only slightly worrying the others, but they didn’t acknowledge it.

Patton leaned back and looked at the emo worriedly. “You want to tell us what was the cause of that, Virge?”

Virgil looked away from Patton, chewing on his lip. Now or never, Virgil. He thought to himself. He took a deep breath. “I found out something a little while back, and I’ve been worrying about how to tell you guys about it.”

“Vee, you know you can tell us anything.” Roman said laying a hand on Virgil’s knee.

“Does it have to do with soulmates?” Logan asked causing Roman and Patton to look at him. Virgil, on the other hand, looked away from all of them.

“What do you mean, Logie?” Patton asked.

“I mean you know as well as I do that there’s many different ways that soulmates can be connected. Look at us for example. You and I are connected by timers. You and Roman are connected by the colorblindness thing. Roman and I are connected by our soul marks. Even Remy and Dean are connected in a different way from us. It would explain why our anxiety spiked while Virgil was having a panic attack.” Logan explained before turned his attention to Virgil. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, Virgil, but I’m think it’s safe to assume that you have some form of empath connection with us.”

Virgil nodded slightly knowing that the other two were now looking at him as well. “Y-yea. I can f-feel your t-three’s every minuscule emotion. I can f-feel any slight shift in your emotions, but I d-don’t think it’s the same for ya’ll. I t-think you only feel the really strong ones but it’s b-barely n-noticeable on your end. Unless I have an attack apparently.” He stuttered, looking at is hands as he fiddled with his fingers.

Patton frowned. “Oh Virgil. Why didn't you just tell us?”

“I was scared. I thought that you would realize that you were better off without me even if I was your soulmate. I didn't want to lose you. I didn't want you to realize that you didn't want me. As a soulmate or a friend.” Virgil replied with tears welling up in his eyes again.

Virgil was pulled off of the chair and into someone's lap. It took him a second to realize that it was Roman's lap that he was sitting on. He shamelessly clung to the older male's high school varsity jacket while he cried. Well more like sobbed his eyes out. He could make out Roman muttering something in Spanish in a soothing tone. He had took enough Spanish in high school to recognize some of the words.

Once Virgil had calmed down again, he looks at the other three who looked like they had been crying as well.

Roman looked at them for a moment. He kissed Patton’s lips. “Mi media naranja.” He hummed softly before kissing Logan’s lips. “Mi estrella.” He turned and gently kissed Virgil’s forehead. “Y mi vida.”

Virgil smiled despite the blush on his face. As much as he wanted to hide his face, he didn't. Instead he looked at the three of them and repeated the only Spanish he knew. “Mi alma. Mis almas gemelas.”

“Eww,” a familiar voice said.

“Agreed,” stated another familiar voice.

The four in the floor turned towards the door to see Remy and Dean standing in the doorway to the living room.

“As cute and sappy this is, you four mind moving out our living room? We have movies to watch.” Remy stated gesturing to the Redbox DVD cases in his soulmates hands.

“Sure, kiddo.” Patton beamed before standing up. He helped Logan stand, while Roman stood still holding Virgil.

“R-Roman!” Virgil stuttered as he clung to the other male.

“Don't worry, mi amour. I won't drop you.” Roman hummed as he started walking towards Virgil's room with the other two trailing behind them, fingers intertwined.

Once inside the room, Roman set Virgil down on the bed while Patton turned on the emo's purple fairy lights that encompassed the room. Logan took the opportunity to remove his shoes and glasses as well as Virgil's shoes before laying down in front of him intertwining their fingers.

Not long after, Roman laid down behind Virgil and Patton laid down behind Logan. The two on the outer edge of cuddled pile gently tossed and arm over the other two and loosely held hands as well.

Virgil yawned slightly. Combination of lateness of the evening and exhaustion of the attack was starting to wear on him. He closed his eyes and muttered a quiet, "I love you". He was met with three back as he slipped into a peaceful sleep.

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Translations

Mi media naranja - My better half

Mi estrella - My star

Y mi vida - And my life

Mi alma - My soul

Mis almas gemelas - My soulmates

Mi amour - My love

[madebypointlesswerewolves]

sex with me// Roman Reigns

Warnings; Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral both giving and getting, slight masturbation. and a little sexting. just plain sin 

@lovesweetpeaa 

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You always had a thing for the big dog. you knew Roman, Seth, And Dean whe the S.H.E.I.L.D was built and was there when it broke down.

You fantasied about Roman a lot. His blue eyes staring at you with full lust then you would imagine his hands all over your small frame. but that could never happen. why? Cause its wrong and He would never do that to someone like you.

But that’s where YOU where wrong. Roman had all these impure thoughts about you laying beneath him squirming and wiggling, Moaning his name begging him to make you cum. But he couldn't tell you could he? Roman would never put you in an uncomfortable situation.

As you stood at the gorilla waiting for your music to hit Roman wished you good luck. You was defending the title.

The music hit signaling that you should get the ring. Running to the ring.

Sometime in the middle of the match  you notice that Nia Jax was ring side. ignoring her and focusing on the match. Alexa had you pinned but you kicked out on 2 making her scream.

Meanwhile backstage the boys was watching. well more so Roman while Seth and Dean argued like children over who’s gonna win. "come on baby you got this" Roman said to himself.

Won by submission. the crowd went wild as you held up the title but it all went fast the next thing you know you was on the ground in pain clutching your side as Nia kicked you. "this" she yelled in your face "this is mine!" you head butted her then got to your feet then ran full force spearing the Samoan then grabbing the belt and leaving her there.

you limped your way to Roman and the rest of the boys "that. was. awesome." Seth spoke hugging you "i know" you smirked "lets go out to drink cause after that i need to get loose" you looked at roman and he nodded.

changing into sweats and a Roman Reigns shirt you got your bag and caught up with the guys "hotel first so i can shower" you said "yeah you need it i can smell you over here" Dean joked. yeah the locker room had showers but you preferred the hotel room one

hitting Ambrose on the head you slip your bag in the back accidentally rubbing against Romans front not knowing he was behind you.

"sorry" he breathed in your ear "no worries" you rushed to get in the back. Seth got in the drivers side Dean got in the back and Roman got the passengers seat.

back at the hotel you got a shower and then put a tight red dress on  and did your makeup. snapping a mirror pic  you got a your bag and went to Roman door "Joe" you said as you knocked.

He let you in and you seen he wasn't dressed "what are you wearing" you asked looking him up and down. he was wearing low hanging grey sweats and a white tank with his hair in a bun "clothes" "no" you replied still confused on why he was wearing that instead of club clothes "no, what do you mean no"

"Well we was gonna go get drinks and get loose ya know have fun"

"im not going plus i can think of other ways to get you loose" he spoke. your eyes went wide at that  comment "close your mouth your gonna catch flies"

"Roman cut that out" he smirked "cut what out i’m  just saying i can think of ways to have fun instead of going to a club full of stupid drunks"

"I am so good night" you didn't have time to let him say anything you shut the door and leave.

An hour or two later you and buzzed and laying on your bed then you came up with an idea. pulling out your phone you went to Romans name

"heyyy" you sent. about a second later you got a text back

"hey,  You did amazing tonight"

"you think my match was amazing you don’t  know half of how amazing i can be"

not even a minute later you got a text from him

"And what else is?"

"sex of course." you laid waiting on a text back but it was taking to long you decide to change then you had another idea. yeah you was coming off way to strong but you had some liquid courage.

taking your belt in the bathroom you took your dress off and underwear putting the belt around your hip so you cant really see anything besides the perfectly trimmed hair. and covering your breast with one arm you snap a few pics and picked the best one.

Roman was doing something that you would never think he would do. slowly moving his hand up and down his semi-hard cock thinking about your words. he heard his phone chime looking at it he saw the most wonderful thing hes always fantasizing about. groaning as his hand moved faster as he looked at the pic he texted you back.

"damn baby you need to stop before i come across the hall" you laughed as you read the text.

" waiting" after a few seconds there was a knock at the door you wrapped a robe around you and opened the door "hello" you smiled "let me in princess"

stepping aside Roman walked in "you got some balls on you girl." you stood close to him and whispered "not yet" that was enough to get the big dog going he growled and picked you up placing his lips to yours kissing you roughly. placing you on the ground untying the robe still kissing you he put his arms on your shoulder moving his fingers so the long cloth would fall. Here you are standing in all of your glory in front of Roman Reigns the man you've been wanting to love and fuck for three years now.

looking at him you get on your knees crawling to him he looks down at you. undoing his sweats "you don’t have to" "roman shut the fuck up" taking his hard dick in your wet mouth he let out a sigh "oh baby" he said running his hands in your h/c locks. sucking the head and stroking the shaft he moans out. and damn if thats not the sound of angels you have no idea what is his moan was enough to make you cum right there but you didn't.

bobbing your head up and down licking and sucking on him you hear how vocal is making you more wet. never would you of thought that the Roman was a vocal person during sex yeah a few grunts and groans but never actual moans. "take it baby just like that. god your mouth is great' his words sent shivers down your spine bringing your head away he pulled you up and kissed you pushing you to the bed.

Now it was his time on his knees. kissing your thighs nipping and sucking. getting closer her finally puts his whole mouth on your flower tasting your juices making your head fall on the pillows letting out a loud moan "just like that" he growled sucking on the sensitive bud slipping a finger in running across your g spot "Roman" you let out what sounded like a moan mixed in with a whimper.  he slipped another finger in.

God was he loving this. making you say his name with just a finger and a tongue "thats it Roman right there" your grip his long hair that was covered in sweat. pulling a little making him growl and devour you more "stop im gonna-" you didn't get to finish as you release on his fingers and mouth.  He stood up and wiped his glistening mouth then removed his shirt then slid between your legs "im gonna make you scream my name Seth and Dean are gonna hear you?" you threw your head back in bliss when he put his member in you.

"god baby you have no idea how much i stopped myself from fucking you so hard. when you walk around in your tight short gear" he growled attacking your neck "why haven't you" "cause i have respect". His thrust was hard, deep, and slow "faster im close" and he did just that.

Roman had you shaking eyes rolling in the back of your head screaming his name as you came "ROMAN!!!"  He pulled out as soon as he felt close and something triggered in you. as quickly as you could you moved so your mouth was on his twitching cock sucking as he came you swallowed every last drop "thank you Joe' you said as you laid back down next to him "no problem baby"

“I've always wanted to do that” “me too” after those words was said you fell into one of the best nights sleep you had in a long time

[fandoms-x-reader]

Roman Reigns x Reader {1}

Summary: You are a member of the SHIELD and have a crush on Roman. You aren't able to tell if he has feelings for you until one day you get hurt badly during a match. (2500)

(A/N: If you would like to, you can find more of my writing on Wattpad @FandomsxReader and @Sammy_Dean_Cas)

You watched the T.V. screen that was in the gorilla cautiously, while you played with the bulletproof vest that you were wearing. You messed with one of the buckles that were on it before fiddling with the blue "Hounds of Justice" badge that was embroidered into your black shorts. Your hair was tied back, ready for a fight, but not looking for one. 

"We're going to go out there tonight," Seth Rollins told you, coming up behind you with Dean Ambrose by his side. The three of you were dressed in your "SHIELD" outfits. You were a part of one of the most dominant groups in WWE, alongside Seth, Dean, and Roman Reigns.

"To do what?" you asked Seth. "Braun Strowman tried to cash in his "Money in the Bank" contract at SummerSlam, but he wasn't able to. He's looking to cash it in again tonight after Roman beats Finn Balor. We're going to stop him again, and give Roman the chance for a fair match with Strowman for the championship," Dean explained.

"So, get ready. As soon as Finn goes down, the SHIELD is going to go out," Seth told you, amping himself up for the fight that was ahead. You nodded your head, fixing your outfit, as you continued to watch the screen that was currently displaying the fight between Roman and Finn. 

Braun Strowman was standing outside the ring, watching like a hawk, waiting for Finn or Roman to make a pin. "Now," Seth stated, as Finn hit the ground. The SHIELD's music began playing as the three of you rushed out from the gorilla. Roman had a smile on his face, loving the camaraderie that you and the two boys next to you always provided him.

Seth and Dean began attacking Braun Strowman outside the ring while you climbed inside the ring where Roman was standing. He gave you a smile and you gladly gave one back before he rolled out of the ring. 

Dean and Seth cleared the announcer's table as you climbed the turnbuckle. The three men then worked together to pick Braun up and you lined yourself up with them before jumping from the turnbuckle and stomping Braun into the announcer's desk. You tumbled to the ground, but Roman quickly helped you up while the crowd began cheering.

The four of you left a few moments later, and as you entered the gorilla, Roman said, "Thanks for coming out there." Seth nodded and Dean replied, "We always have your back." "Can we talk about how much distance you flew through the air though, Y/N? That was insane!" Seth stated excitedly. You laughed but brushed the compliment off by telling him, "It wasn't that far."

The boys looked at each other before laughing and rolling their eyes, knowing that you were just being humble. The move you did was awesome and you knew it. "Alright, well Dean and I have some unfinished business, so we'll catch up with you guys later?" Seth said, giving Roman a handshake. 

He nodded his head and Dean winked at you before the two of them walked away. You felt a bit nervous now that those two were gone and you were alone with Roman. Of the three boys, you've always had a crush on Roman, and Seth and Dean sure knew it.

Whenever they could embarrass you in front of him, they took the opportunity. You hated them for it, but you loved them too much to stay mad at them for too long. Despite their best efforts though, Roman was still oblivious to your feelings. Part of you wanted him to know, but the larger part of you didn't, refusing to let your feelings ruin your friendship with Roman.

"You wanna have a movie night?" Roman asked, avoiding eye contact with you as the two of you continued to walk. "I would love to," you replied with a smile. Roman's eyes lit up as you questioned, "Your room or mine?" 

"We can hang out at yours tonight, let me just shower and I'll meet you there?" he said. You nodded your head and told him, "Sounds like a plan, I'll leave the door unlocked for you." Roman smiled before parting ways with you and going to his room. Since he was showering, you decided to do the same.

You got into your room and left it the slightest bit propped open so that Roman could get in and then you hopped in the shower. After getting out of the shower, you realized you had forgotten your clothes.

Your mentally face-palmed and cracked the bathroom door open before asking, "Roman? Are you here yet?"  When there was no answer, you carefully walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body to make sure no one was there. Thankfully, the room was empty, so you dropped the towel and pulled on your bra and panties, first.

Once you were done, you began looking for other clothes to put on when the door opened and you heard Roman's voice. "Hey Y/N...oh...I'm sorry!" he said, quickly turning around with a blush coating his cheeks as he saw you were only in your underwear.

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you quickly grabbed some shorts and a tank top. You put them on before saying, "Sorry, Roman, I forgot my clothes when I got into the shower. You can turn around now." Roman hesitated before turning around, relaxing when he saw that you were dressed.

"Sorry, I should have knocked first," he muttered, looking down at the ground instead of at you. "It's okay, I'm the one who left the door open," you replied. He made eye contact with you and the two of you just sat there in awkward silence for a moment, not sure what to say,

"At least Seth and Dean weren't with me tonight," Roman joked, trying to alleviate the tension You laughed and nodded your head, agreeing before asking, "What movies are we watching tonight?" Roman shrugged his shoulders before telling you, "We'll both choose one." You agreed with his decision, letting him pick first as you climbed into the bed that was facing the T.V.

You got under the covers before motioning for Roman to come sit next to you, and he did, getting under the covers too. You put on the movie as Roman pulled out some snacks that he brought. "You know me so well," you teased with a smile as you took the snacks from Roman.

The two of you sat comfortably together as you watched the movie. It was one of Roman's favorites and you couldn't help but smile at him when he would quote the movie lines with the actor on-screen. "What?" he asked you, catching you smiling one time. "Nothing, it's just cute how well you know the movie," you replied. He couldn't help but smile at your words, but he tried to hide it.

When his movie was over, it was pretty late, but you still insisted on watching your choice of movie next. You moved from your sitting position in the bed to lay down, and Roman did the same, getting cozy.

About halfway through the movie, you felt yourself begin to drift off and noticed that Roman had already fallen asleep. Luckily, it was a movie you had already shown him, or you would have teased him about it the next day. You turned off the movie and decided to let Roman stay in your room that night, not wanting to wake him.

The next morning, you woke up and Roman was still asleep next to you. You blushed when you noticed that his arm was draped across you, and you tried not to move too much. He woke up a couple of minutes later, and when he realized he was holding you, he quickly moved his arm, apologizing. You reassured him that there was no need to apologize before rolling out of the bed and getting ready for the day.

"Hey, thanks for letting me stay the night," he told you, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom as you were doing your hair. "Of course," you replied with a smile. "See you later?" he asked with a hopeful looking. You nodded your head and he went to his own room to change his clothes.

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You and Roman hadn't hung out since that night, and now it was the end of the next week's Smackdown. Braun had confronted Roman about what the SHIELD did to him the previous week and told Roman that he was going to cash in his "Money in the Bank" contract at the Hell in a Cell pay-per-view. Acting General Manager Baron Corbin then came out and approved the Hell in a Cell match before stating that Braun and Roman would be in a tag-team match against Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre later that night.

You were watching the match a bit away from the gorilla. Roman started off strong, taking out both Dolph and Drew, but they quickly came back, wearing Roman out. They refused to let him make a tag to Braun, as they continuously beat him up.

Finally, Roman got away and made a tag to Braun, but instead of helping him, Braun crushed Roman's hope of having a partner as the three of them began to beat Roman up. Your heart dropped at the sight as Dean Ambrose suddenly rushed in by himself. You had to help too. You began making your way to the ring as the three of them attacked Dean.

Seth was the next to come out, but it was another three-on-one attack. Right as they knocked Seth down, you snuck up behind them. You were able to use your weight to pull Braun over the top rope, jumping up and grabbing him by his head before letting your body hit the ground hard.

He fell out of the ring and smacked the ground and you jumped in side-sweeping Dolph's legs. As Dolph hit the floor of the ring, you stood up, and Drew immediately hit a claymore on you, sending you out of the ring. You hit your head on the steel steps, hard, and you watched as the three men stood victorious over you and your boys before everything started to fade to black.

You were going in and out of consciousness as you watched the three heels leave the ring. Seth and Dean were still down, while Roman was slowly making his way over to you. You were still on the steel stairs. 

"Y/N?" Roman asked, gently cupping your cheeks before officials pulled him away so that the medics could get to you. They gently pulled you off the steel steps and you felt something wet drip down your face. You touched your forehead and realized that you were bleeding from your head, bad. You must have hit the edge of the steps.

The medics rolled you onto the stretcher that they had brought out, reassuring you that you were going to be fine. By now, Seth and Dean had gotten to their feet and were standing next to Roman, all three of them clearly hurt.

They looked at you with sadness in their eyes as the medics began to carry you away. You felt your body go limp as your eyelids were getting too heavy to keep them open anymore and you let yourself drift off.

You woke up a few hours later with a horrible headache. You blinked a few times trying to figure out where you were and you realized that you were in a hospital room. You looked to your right and saw Roman there asleep, sitting in a chair he pulled up next to your bed as your hand was in his. Next to him on the table was a vase with flowers and a card from Seth and Dean. You smiled at the gesture before gently shaking Roman to wake him.

He woke up with a startle and sighed a big breath of relief when he realized you were awake. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Like I have the worst hangover of my life," you joked. Roman was concerned with your answer as he quickly stood up, saying, "Let me go get the nurse real quick."

You shook your head no, motioning for him to sit down before you told him, "I'm okay, really. I just have a headache. What did the doctors say?" "That you have a pretty bad concussion, but no other injuries. Once your concussion heals, you should be cleared to wrestle again," he responded. You could tell something was off by the way he spoke and looked anywhere else but you.

"Roman? What's wrong?" you asked him. "I'm so sorry Y/N, this is all my fault," he told you, sadness filling his expression. "What do you mean?" you questioned. "This was my rivalry with Braun. You shouldn't have gotten hurt," he explained.

"Roman, it was my decision to go out there. Just like it was my decision to go out there a week ago. We're all in this together and you know that if three girls teamed up on me, you would be out there to defend me too," you replied. He nodded his head knowing that he would have done the same in a heartbeat, but he still was off.

"Roman, there's something you're not telling me," you stated, reading him like a book. He looked into your eyes when you said that and crashed his lips onto yours, tangling his hand in your hair before deepening the kiss.

He pulled away a moment later and you were shocked. "I don't ever want to lose you," he said, barely above a whisper. You gave him a soft smile before cupping his face and gently placing your lips on his. "You won't," you replied, before moving over in the bed and patting the spot next to you.

Roman climbed into the bed with you, holding you in his arms as you laid against his chest. You flipped through the channels on the hospital T.V. until you found a movie you would enjoy. You watched the movie with Roman, both of you enjoying every moment.

When you were discharged from the hospital, Roman stayed with you everywhere you went. When your concussion healed, he helped you train so that you could return to WWE. Seth and Dean were there, of course, offering every bit of support they could; and, when you finally healed, they made sure to tease you and Roman badly.

You were annoyed at first but then you and Roman embraced it, officially telling him that the two of you were together. Dean and Seth were stunned but happy for the two of you, and you and Roman couldn't have been happier.

[the-beastslayers-queen]

Magic and Moonlight: Chapter 5

Here’s Chapter 5. Sorry for the feels. Tagging @queenofthearchitect @bethany99stuff-blog and @balorrollinsambrose Enjoy! If you want to be tagged, hit my inbox.

I woke up the next morning to the sun streaming through the window. I went to try to sit up, but I was stopped by a strong arm draped over my waist. I turned my head to find Colby still sound asleep. His hair was strewn across his face in complete disarray. I rolled over onto my other side, now facing Colby, and began to brush his hair out of his face, being careful not to wake him. He looked so peaceful, so calm in his sleep. Colby started to stir so I stopped messing with his hair, worried I woke him up too soon.

“Thea,” Colby’s voice was hoarse, sleep weighing heavily on him, “Don’t stop.”

“Sorry if I woke you up,” I went back to messing with his hair and he sighed in content, “Sorry about last night. I let my magic get out of hand.”

“Hey it’s okay,” Colby rolled so he hover over me and kept his body weight off of me by propping himself up on his forearms, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I knew what I was getting into. We’ll work on getting your magic to stay in check. Besides, I can recover quickly. It’s one of the many perks of being a wolf.”

“What other perks do you have,” I asked as I raked my fingers through his hair.

“Well for one,” Colby dipped his head down to kiss my jaw, “I’m very warm so I come in handy during cold nights. My senses are heighten so I can sense danger and leap into action to protect those I care about.”

“That’s a good plus,” I smirked as I kept playing with his hair, “What else?”

“I can see in the dark,” he smirked, “And I have a deep connection with my pack, my brothers.”

“How deep,” I asked.

“We can communicate when we’re wolves,” he explained, “And when we’re human. It’s like were always in each other’s heads. So when one of us needs help, the others come to the rescue.”

“Did they know about us last night,” I asked, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh they knew,” Colby chuckled a little, “But they knew to stay out of it. I think I want you to really meet them today. It’s only right that I introduce my girlfriend to my pack and all.”

“Girlfriend,” I smirked and wiggled my eyebrows a little, “When was that agreed?”

“Now,” Colby gave a cheeky grin, “If you’ll do me the honors of having me as your boyfriend.”

“Well duh,” I giggled and pulled him down to kiss him, “I don’t sleep with just any man without making him my boyfriend.”

“Good,” Colby kissed me again, “Because I could get used to having a beautiful girl like you on my arm and in my bed.”

Colby and I arrived to the PC, a tea in my hand and a coffee in his. I was draped on his arm and all eyes drifted to us as we made our way into the ring area. Colby and I found a corner of the room to put down our gym bags. I went into my bag and grabbed my compact mirror and looked to find I had exposed hickies all over my neck and shoulders.

“Damn it Colby,” I groaned as I touched each mark, “You just couldn’t help yourself could you? I’m not going to be able to cover these up before the tapings tonight.”

“Guilty as charged,” Colby smirked before kissing my cheek, “I have to advertise that you’re mine now.”

Just as Colby wrapped his arms around me, his fellow Shield members came over to us.

“Sup Uce,” the larger of the two, Roman, greeted Colby.

“Hey bro,” the other greeted Colby second, “Who’s this lovely doll?”

“This is Thea,” Colby replied, “Thea, this is Joe and Jon, better known as Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose. They’re my pack brothers.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Thea,” Roman pulled me from Colby and hugged me.

“Nice to meet you, dollface,” Dean took my hand and kissed my knuckles. I swear I could hear Colby growl at him at little.

“So she knows about us right,” Roman asked.

“Yeah I know,” I replied as I showed him my birthmark, “And for the record I’m a witch.”

“Damn Uce,” Roman laughed a little, “You got yourself a firecracker for a mate.”

“Yeah well,” Colby just shrugged before he pulled me back into his arms, “I got pretty lucky.”

I was busy packing my bags for the flight to Indianapolis, Colby was laying in my bed, scrolling through the music on my phone. I was trying to find something nice to wear for while we’re out in Indianapolis, since Colby planned on taking me out on the town our first night there. But I groaned in frustration and decided to just plop down on my bed across Colby’s chest.

“Ow rude,” Colby snickered as I landed on him, “What’s wrong, babe?”

“I can’t find anything to wear for our night out,” I groaned, “I think I need to go shopping.”

“Okay let me up,” Colby sat up as I moved, “I’ll take a look in your closet and find you something.”

Colby walked into my closet and I grabbed my phone to start shopping online for a nice dress in case Colby couldn’t find anything. Just as I found one I liked, Colby came out with a dress dangling on his finger.

“Thea,” Colby called out to me, “I found one. I think I need you to try this on for me before I decide that this is the dress I want you to wear in Indy.”

I sighed and grabbed the dress from him and went into my closet to put on the dress. Once I had it on, I slipped on a pair of black heels on to finish the look. I took a deep breath before I stepped out into my room. I looked over at Colby as he sat on the edge of my bed. His eye lit up at seeing me in the dress.

“Wow,” Colby got up and closed the distance between us, “This is the dress I want you to wear in Indy. I want people to see my girl on my arm in this number. Pack it.”

“I’ll bring it,” I told him as I went to change back into my joggers and tank top, but he stopped me.

“Let me take that dress off,” Colby wiggled his brows at me as he licked his lips.

Colby and I were fully packed for our flight in a couple days. Right now, we were in his and Roman’s apartment, cuddling in Colby’s bed. Tonight was going to be a full moon, which meant that Colby would be forced to turn for the night. I was a little scared of this happening.

“Hey Thea,” Colby pulled me from my thoughts by tilting my chin so I faced him, “What’s on your mind, babe?”

“Just thinking about tonight,” I sighed as I leaned up to kiss him, “I’m a little scared.”

“Hey don’t be afraid,” Colby pulled me into his chest and rested his cheek against the top of my head, “Everything is going to be okay. I’ll live through this. It’s not my first full moon.”

“It’s mine though,” I protested, “It’s going to be unbearable for me to see you in pain. I won’t be able to do anything to make the pain stop.”

“Thea,” Colby kissed my forehead, “I promise I’ll be fine. I might be sore tomorrow, but then I get to have a reason to cuddle with you all day.”

We laid together up until the sun started to set. At that point, Colby and I loaded up into Roman’s car to drive out of the city and out into Ocala National Forest, miles outside Orlando and far from civilization. We had packed up a tent for me to spend the night in while the guys went running through the night. But my nerves were still getting to me.

“Alright ladies,” Roman smirked as he pulled up into a clearing to park his truck, “We’re here. Let’s get the tent pitched before we start turning.”

Dean hopped out first and went to grab the tent. Roman joined him in the back to grab the guys’ bags. Colby helped me out and I grabbed my bag and phone. Colby held me close to him as he watched Dean and Roman pitch my tent. Colby was leaving butterfly kisses on my forehead as he rubbed my back, trying to calm my nerves as best as he could.

“Alright tent is up,” Dean dusted off his hand before looking over to me and Colby, “We’ll be fine dollface, this isn’t our first rodeo. We’ll take care of you and loverboy.”

“Dean,” Colby warned him, “I’ll handle calming my girlfriend, thank you. Come on Thea, let’s get your bag into the tent okay.”

I let Colby take me to my tent. Once we were inside, I felt tears welling in my eyes. I was just so scared for Colby tonight. I still had nightmares from my magic nearly killing him and I wasn’t ready for this full moon either.

“Thea, babe,” Colby sat down in the middle of the tent and pulled me down into his lap, “I’m going to be okay. I promise you that I will live. You need to calm down before your magic starts to go awry. I don’t want you to hurt yourself with your magic. I know you’re scared, and that you’ve been having nightmares from when we first slept together, I’m not blind to your turmoil. But please, don’t be scared. I can’t handle you being so scared.”

“Can you stay with me tonight,” I asked, “After you turn anyway. I want to curl up and sleep with you. I don’t think I can handle sleeping alone.”

“Of course,” he replied.

That was when the alarm on my phone went off. The sun was now gone. And I saw Colby’s eyes go wide.

“It’s starting,” Colby groaned in pain like someone had hit him below the belt, “Thea, get across the tent.”

I obeyed and watched as Colby tore his clothes off as quickly as he could. I had to watch as he curled up into a ball before thrashing around as his bones shifted under his skin, screaming in pain. Colby looked at me with wide eyes, seeing them glow just like his wolf’s eyes. He groaned out as his face pushed out to start forming his muzzle. I looked at his back tattoo, watching as it disappeared from his fur growing in.

I decided to try using magic to help him. I focused on channeling a calming aura around the tent, trying to ease his pain as best as I could. Instead he screamed louder. It was like my magic was burning him.

“Thea, stop,” Colby begged, “Magic won’t work on me right now. It’ll make it worse.”

I immediately stopped and collapsed onto my knees. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched Colby suffer. I was so helpless and I wished I could help him. What was the point of having this magic when I couldn’t help the man I love?

Don’t beat yourself up over this. He’s a wolf. This is natural to be in pain on the full moon. Being a werewolf is a curse, not a blessing. He has to suffer for the sins of his ancestors.

No. You’re lying.

You know I’m right. I’m ancient. I knew the first werewolves.

Stop.

As I was lost in my mind, fighting with Morrigan. Colby had finished turning and he saw my pulling on my hair and sobbing. He could tell that Morrigan was taunting me, trying to take over. Trying to make my magic lash out and hurt me.

Thea don’t let her win.

She’s too strong this time. I can’t keep control.

Stay out of this, mutt. Or I will make her watch as I turn you into a rug.

Morrigan leave her alone!

Nope.

I felt her take control of my magic and blasted Colby away from me. I started to cry even harder as she laughed at me.

You’re weak.

No, she’s not. Thea, prove her wrong. Protect me from her.

Morrigan started to channel my magic to suck the air out of Colby, I heard him whimper and wheeze as he struggled to breathe. It was when I looked at Colby, seeing his wolf in so much pain, I had to regain control.

Leave him alone you bitch!

I commanded my magic to withdraw from hurting Colby. Sighing heavily as Colby started to take deep breaths again. Morrigan was silenced and I was back in total control. I ran over to Colby’s side and began to pet his fur, trying to channel some healing magic to help him recover from the damage Morrigan inflicted onto him.

I had all the faith in the world you would overtake her, for the record.

“Just relax okay,” I chided him, “You and I have been through hell just now. All I want is to curl up and sleep.”

Then get your sleeping bag ready and we’ll turn in. I’ll tell the guys to go run without me. I want to stay with you and make sure you’re okay tonight.

I obeyed him and got my sleeping bag laid out. I climbed into it, sighing heavily as I got settled. Colby trotted over and curled up into my side before he rested his chin on my shoulder.

Get some sleep, babe. I’ll be here all night, okay.

Colby and I were at the airport, waiting for our flight to allow boarding. I was exhausted. I was barely sleeping due to my nightmares from our first night together and our first full moon. I felt so bad for Colby because he was exhausted too. He was constantly woken up by me screaming in the middle of the night. I felt so guilty that I was letting everything get to me.

“Once we get to Indy,” Colby murmured as he held me into his side, rubbing my shoulder lovingly, “We’ll have a nice in at the hotel and watch some movies, okay. We’re going to forget everything that’s happened the last few weeks and we’ll get a good night sleep. I promise you, you are going to be safe. Even if we had to get you a new choker.”

“I don’t trust myself with my magic anymore,” I sighed heavily as I played with my new choker, “I’m so sorry I’m letting you down over this.”

“Hey you are not letting me down,” Colby kissed my hair, “You are doing what you need to do to control your magic. We’ll keep practicing okay, I’m not going to make you wear that choker for the rest of your life, okay. It’ll take time, but we’ll get there.”

Finally, the airport called for our flight to board. I rose from my seat and Colby stood from his and laced his fingers with mine as we walked to the gate. Now we just had to survive the weekend of Survivor Series.

And I had to soak up as much time as I could with Colby before I had to go back home to Orlando without him.

[darktammy]

House Sitting

So they way this story is going to be four stories. There going to have the same ending which is smut fluff and a foursome as well. So you must read this one before you go on to the next story of which shield member you want to end up with. So hang in there while I write the rest. (Enjoy)  

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You was laying in bed with a smile on your face. You had a sweet date the next night as you watch your favorite show on Netflix. As you had a smile on your face your phone rang you look over to see it was Roman. You smiled as you answered your phone with a smile. “Hey Ro what’s up?” You said with a smile. “Hey baby girl hey me and the guys are going out and we need you to watch the house for us.” You rolled your eyes as you turn your tv off. “Yeah sure Ro I’ll do it but, you guys need to get back on time because I have a date tomorrow night.” Roman laugh as you look at your phone. “What’s so funny?” Roman shook his head, “Nothing baby girl will try, but can’t guaranteed that will be back soon.” You rolled your eyes as you agreed.

You was already dress wearing just all black pants with a black tank top and black boots. You made it to the guys home in half an hour. You knock on there door just for Seth to have a smile on his face. “Well hello there sexy.” You shook your head as you walk past him. You look around to see Dean sitting on the couch with his legs up on the table. “So I see you boys must have miss me because your place is a mess.” Dean smiled as he got up to give you a tight bear guy. “Hey dollface long time no see.” You smiled up at Dean. Yeah the good old days when you and the boys use to share this place with them. You always clean up after them which you did kinda miss.

“So yeah we're off to have some beers maybe meet a few girls, have some fun but, don’t worry Y/n will be back.” Roman said from behind. “But no guarantees Roman?” He nodded his head as the guys headed for the door. “Alright you guys have fun then love ya laters.” You watch the boys leave as you close the door behind them. You look around the place just to see that, “This guys miss me alright, I mean look around pizza boxes beer bottles yeah I miss this guys.” You laugh as you start to clean up the place.

You look around the place swiping and mopping the living space with a smile on your face. You remember the times when you all four of you had. Roman and Seth both playing there video games while you and Dean played a game of cards. While the guys played cards you always saw  how Dean had his eyes on you. You didn’t pay to much to it at the time, until now when you think about it. “Yeah looks like I win, now for that kiss.” You laugh as you took a shot of tequila then you lean in giving Dean a kiss. Somehow the kiss deepin as Dean pulled you into a hug. “Hey!!” You and Dean laugh as you look at the guys. Calm your dick down Dean.” Roman said.

You enter Seth’s room as you look around, it was somewhat clean as you started to pick up his clothes from the floor. You remember when you was in his room just to drop off his clothes. “Hey baby girl come over here.” You look at him with a smile as you walk up to him. Seth pulled you on top of him. “UH...Seth what are you doing?” You laugh at him while he laugh, “Just wanna see your face.” Seth told you as he kiss you on the lips. “Yo Seth calm your dick down buddy.” Roman said walking past his room. You both laugh as you got up walking out of his room .

You walk right out of Seth’s room as you walk down the hallway you stop as you remember what happened with you and Roman, a small smile came on your face as you remember what happened that time. You laid on the floor crying your eyes out when you found out your ex-boyfriend cheated on you with his ex. You felt strong arms pick you up into a bear hug. “Hey it’s ok baby girl we can beat him up if you want us to?” You laugh as Romans sweet but threatening words. “No it’s ok Roman he lost the best thing he ever had.” He smiled down at you as you look up into his sweet loving eyes. Roman lean in kissing you hard as you put your arms around his neck. You felt his hand sliding down your back as you both deepin the kiss not hearing the door open for Seth and Dean walking in. “Yo Ro calm your dick down!” The both of you move away from each other as you look down embarrass from what just happen.

You walk out of the bathroom after cleaning it, you walk right back into the living room sitting on the couch looking around. You stuck your hand into the sofa as you felt some paper as you pulled it out. “Uh this boys man.” You said opening it, you look at it as your smile drop from reading the first line. ‘Time: 10:32am Y/n walk out of the nail salon. Time 12:47pm eating lunch with her friends.’ You sat up as you look around the place, you look at the paper as you know who’s handwriting it is. “This is Dean’s.” You got up as you look around the couch.

You look under the sets and nothing then you look under the couch to fine a book. You pulled a book from under the couch, you look at it for a moment then you open it. You gasps as you read what it all said. All the times that you was leaving your home to work hangouts with your friends dates with guys even when you came back home. “What the hell is this?” You keep on reading the pages as you saw all three men's names on the upper page. “Seth, Dean, Roman then it’s Dean, Roman, Seth, Roman, Seth, Dean, then again Seth, Dean, Roman again and again what the fuck is wrong with them?” What’s wrong baby girl?” You scream as you drop the book to the floor.

Dean saw you drop the book as he reach for it. “Damn it! She read it.” The guys look at you. “Hey Y/n we can explain this mess.” Seth said walking up to you. “Stay away from me Seth all of you! You guys your crazy all three of you!” Roman look down for minute before saying something. “Hey look it’s not what you think.” You move away from them, “Oh really it’s not what you think, Roman it is what I think you guys have been stalking me ever since I move out.” The guys look down for a moment. “Hey dollface we miss ya that’s all.” You look at Dean, really you could have just visit me you know instead of just driving around in your car following me.” You said. “Hey we just wanted you to do be safe that’s all besides Y/n we love you, we love you alot.” Seth said trying to walk up to you, but you move away from him. “NO! you guys that not love you guys are just obsessed over me and this need to fucking end now!” You said walking to the door just to exit the place without looking back.

It’s been one week that you lock yourself in your home, a week since what you heard from the boys. You ghost there phone call every time they called you, you made sure you lock all your doors and windows blinds close ever since that night that you found out about them stalking you. Mornings came around as you took a peck threw your blinds to see there of there cars around nothing. You did the same thing again at night again nothing. You was still paranoid about the whole thing.

Almost two weeks has past and no sign of them coming around which in your case it was fine. So you start to slowly go back out again. Doing what you love to do once again. You start to hang out with your friends again. “Hey Y/n what happened to you?” Naomi ask? The both of you was enjoying time in the spa. “Oh you know I got sick after watch the guys house while they were out partying really.” You both laugh it off while enjoying the hot tube. The next place you both hit was the hair salon as you both got your hair done. Then the nail salon as you both do the same. “You know my cousin Roman is pretty bum out.” You look at Naomi when she said Romans name. “Oh how so?” You said trying not to sound so creep out by him. “Yeah he didn’t sound to well I guess it was something he did.” You just couldn’t help but to ask, “Do you know what it was?” She shook her head as she look back at her nails. You nodded your head as you look back at your nails as well.  “Oh yeah what about Dean and Seth?” Naomi shook her head again. “Nothing from them ether. It’s like they just...I don’t know really.” You nodded as you started thinking.

After a day with your friend you started heading back home. Once you made back to your place you open the door as you entered you look around as you see the everything was the same nothing much has changed. You walk into your bedroom once you turn the lights on your eyes widen as you look at who was sitting on your bed.

[queenofthearchitect]

Dawn Of Love 8/11

A/N: I’m glad we have gotten this far with out me quitting lol, I plan on finishing this fic some time just don’t know when tbh, but please keep liking and reblogging plz I love you guys lol.

Warnings: none that I know of.

@darkxhuntress helped me with a part of this so thanks baby. ❤️

Please enjoy 🧜🏼‍♀️

I went back to school that Monday and no one really looked my way I mean of course they looked at me I was wearing tight skinny jeans and a tank top with a leather jacket, so yeah I was looking hot as ever and I felt confident for once, guys stared at me longer than they probably should but it was whatever, only one guy had my heart but he didn’t right now. Honestly I didn’t even want to deal with anyone right now I just wanted to look like a baddie which I already have so check, I seen Sasha and Nikki talking and I walked up to them, “hey guys.” I smiled and waited for them to speak back but they never did they just waited for me to walk off which I did.

“That was weird.” I thought while I continued to walk when I ran into Renee “hey girl.” She looked at me and smiled softly “hey Y/n.” I looked at her and frowned “is everything okay.” She nodded “yeah you didn’t hear this from me, a few people in our circle said they weren’t going to talk to because you are bad news now.” My smiled dropped and I felt my adrenaline rush over me “who.” Was all I said and Renee looked around and she looked at me “Nikki and Sasha, But I think they are the only ones who think that Y/N so don’t worry.” I smiled at her “oh I’m not, actually I couldn’t care honestly, I know who I am so I’m not worried anymore.” I smiled and walked away slowly she turned towards me “bye I’ll talk to you in gym Y/N.” I smiled “alright see you then.” I continued to walk until i seen Seth with Roman and Dean and they were all looking at me, I smirked and winked at them and walked passed them.

I could hear Seth muttering something and Roman replied “just go talk to her.” I sighed to myself when I heard him say okay and he started walking after me “Hey Y/N can we talk for a minute.” I nodded and smiled sarcastically “sure Seth anything for you.” He let out a breath “okay I just wanted to say sorry for whatever I’ve done to make you act this way to me and I want to go back to the way we were.” I laughed “you’re forgiven, but that doesn’t mean we are friends, I don’t think it would be wise if we were friends cause I’d hate to have to hurt your girlfriend again.” He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a huff “Y/N why are you being like this?” I scoffed “oh now that I’m acting like some one who has a back bone now it’s a problem, I’ll tell you what happened it was your little tramp and your asshole friends Seth, they tormented me for years, you denied it everytime I told you about it you also shut me down and told me I was full of shit so now I think you need to earn my friendship back.”

“Look I’m sorry alright. I’m the biggest idiot and the worst friend. But this is not you. This is some armor you’re wearing. I saw that video too. I finally see that you were right. You don’t have to forgive, but just don’t let this taint the real you, alright.” He grabbed my hand and I pulled back “I’m not let anything taint me Seth, you see the difference between me and you is I might be acting ugly but you dated something and then let her taint you into believe her bull shit, we were suppose to be friends hell Seth I even loved you at one point but you hurt me last week and now I don’t know how I feel.” His head snapped up at me “y-you loved me?” I nodded “yes at one point I did, but you were dating Mandy and you quit talking to me less and less so I gave up.” I could tell my words had affected him “oh... well I’m sorry Y/N, I broke up with Mandy after I seen the video and I had to say sorry, I-I’ll let you enjoy your day.” I wanted to hug him but I couldn’t let him think he was off that easy and I smiled “you have a great day too seth.” While he walked away I flipped my hair and continued to walk, I turned back and I seen him wipe his face while the Roman and dean huddled around him and my heart dropped.

I broke Seth...

A/N: sorry it’s short, a lot happened and I wanted to give y’all a breather so I hope yall liked it.