#romanreign

[heauxvibez]

Wet The Bed

warning: smut (18+)

I ain't afraid to drown,if that means im deep up in yo ocean,yeah.Girl I'll drink you down sippin' on yo body all niighhhtt

His hand glides up and down your thigh with a gentle, yet deliberate motion, each stroke causing your clit to jump. His warm breath dances across your naked body, making you weak.

Those thick, soft, and warm lips caress every inch of your skin with care, ensuring not a single spot is missed.

As his touch intensifies, your pussy clenches craving his attention but you knew to be patient. There was no rushing the Tribal Chief..ever.

Your panties are now soaked with desire, your essence trickling down your slit.

I don't want to be a minute man, baby you're just like a storm rainin' on me girl you're soakin' wet...

His rough hands skillfully roam over the curves of your body. Roman enjoyed this part of your intimacy, taking you in, drinking you up with his eyes. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he tried to control himself.

Your pretty brown skin glistened just as much as your pussy did. You were coated in shea butter, smelled like hot cocoa and kissed by the sun. You took his breath away without trying.

He released his bottom lip, allowing his perfect tongue to graze his bottom lip. As you gazed at him, you couldn't help but compare the sight of him to a hungry lion. His hair was wild and poofy yet you could still see the defined curls at the ends. His gaze focused as he prepared himself to eat his prey. You.

Your perky nipples receive his attention, his thumb teasing and pinching them, sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. You writhed under his touch, soft pretty moans following behind every movement you made.

The contrast between his movements—rough yet undeniably sensual—made you melt. He lavishes your nipples on his tongue, each long, wet stroke sending you in a spiral. His devious eyes met yours and he swirled his tongue around your sweet bud, strings of his spit dangling between the two before he took your nipple back into his mouth. He released your nipple, spit on it, and slurped it back up.

"Oh my, Jesus.." you whimpered, slowly losing your mind. You couldn't help but bring your hands to the back of his neck, gradually making their way through his scalp as he continued this assault of your breasts.

Roman moaned, taking one hand at a time into his and pinning them at the sides of your head. If you weren't already lying down, you'd definitely be on the floor. He knew you loved shit like this, he always played into your fantasy of being dominated.

He squeezed your hands in his, keeping your arms still while he spit and slurped on your other bud. He wanted to make sure that both breasts were equally loved.

You threw your head back and closed your eyes submitting to his touch. There was no way out and you didn't know if this was absolutely torture or bliss. On one hand, you enjoyed the warmth of his tongue, the ability he had to make you feel like you were about to nut without him touching your sweet pearl. Other other hand, the pussy was begging to be touched.

I'm gon' kiss it right yeah,yeah.I'm gon' lick all night yeah,yeah.

He released your breasts of the sweet torture and released your hands from his firm grip. The soft, supple touch of his lips made it's way down the valley of your chest, your tummy and finally your navel. Roman shivered as his lips damn near melted into your soft skin.

His pearly whites delicately latch onto the hem of your panties, pulling them down with agonizing slowness, his eyes locking onto yours.

A low, guttural moan escapes his lips as the scent and sight of your arousal tightens his briefs. Your swollen clit appeared to be begging for his attention, your nectar saturated your lips and the sheets beneath you. Your wetness created a small rope from your ass to the sheets.

"Goddamn, sweetheart. This for me?" he asked, mouth-watering at the thought of drowning in your love. Roman blew lightly on your pussy while awaiting your response.

A shaky breath left your lips as you felt the cool air against your core, only a nod answering his question.

Roman raised an eyebrow at you, his lips curving into a disappointed frown. You know better.

"Hmm? Use your big girl words, I love to see those pretty lips move for me.."

Roman reaches his arms under your thighs placing them on his biceps. His hands then grab at the inner part of your thigh spreading your legs as far apart as possible, he had access to all of you.

Your whimpers saturated the air as you tried to find the words, you wanted him, needed him badly and he just refused to give himself to you.

"Y-yes, it's for you. It's all for you." you uttered, your hips attempted to thrust up so your pussy could finally meet his lips. His grip on you tightened before he finally began to dip his head towards your lower lips.

"It's only for me.." The tip of his tongue teases your erect clit, eliciting a sharp breath as your body responds to his touch.

With puckered lips, he envelops your clit, sucking softly, your taste coaxing his buds. Your thighs are guided onto his shoulders, his grip on your hips firm, anchoring you in place, ensuring there's no escape from the impending ecstasy.

Your legs tighten around his neck, urging him closer, craving more of his touch. His tongue snakes out, tracing a path between your slick folds, spreading your essence all over before returning to your pulsating clit.

Roman moaned deeply, almost whimpering himself as you unraveled beneath him. The juices that slipped onto his skilled tongue almost made him dizzy. Only you could make him drunk off of your essence, it was intoxicating in the best way. He wanted more and more and more. He lapped at your pussy with soft grunts, mimicking the actions that he did with your breast. Spitting and slurping away. You weren't sure if he was drowning your pussy or if your pussy was drowning him at this point.

You squirm beneath him, the intensity of sensation almost too much to bear as you struggle against the overwhelming pleasure. Each lap of his tongue made you want to run, escape from a feeling that threatened to consume you.

"No... no more," you whimper, your voice barely a breathless whisper. "It's too much... I can't..."

"No running allowed, baby," he growls against your heat. The warmth of his breath and the sight of your juices cascading from his lips, down to his beard had you in a chokehold. The way he was making you feel should be illegal.

Anytime you want it I'm ready and willin' to give it, I start to licking yo body you go to tremblin'

You prop yourself up on your elbows, eyes fixed on Roman as he immerses himself in your essence. With a deft touch, he uses his hands to coax your legs apart, his head tilting slightly as he curls his tongue, teasingly grazing your swollen lips before unleashing a fervent slurp.

His lips pepper your most intimate area with tender kisses, his arms firmly gripping your thighs tighter than usual, almost as if he was trying to prepare both you and him for what's to come.

Roman extends his tongue, pressing it firmly against your clit and vigorously shaking his head from side to side.

"Oh God!" you cry out, the sensations overwhelming your senses. Your perfectly manicured fingers claw into the mattress, the heat of passion causing the roots of your silk-pressed hair to coil back to its 4c state.

The familiar heat builds in your stomach, intensifying with each stroke of his tongue, your moans motivating him to continue his torment.

"Fuck! I'm nutting!" you exclaim, the feeling coursed through your veins as his tongue circled and sucked on your clit violently. The sounds of his slurps stirred a feeling in your stomach, you melted feeling weak and vulnerable in his hold.

As your body tenses and your heat pulsates with release, he kisses along your trembling thighs, savoring the taste of your cum as it trickles down, before trailing kisses back up your quivering body.

Flip it around girl let me get it from the side.And can I visit all those spots you like;yo neck, yo back, yo sexy lips, booty and thighs...

He rid himself of his briefs, sighing in relief as his dick sprung from the compression. The anticipation was palpable in the air as he turned you onto your side, lifting your left leg over his waist with a gentle motion.

With a few firm pumps of his cock, he lines himself with your pussy, his thumb grazing lightly over the head, collecting the slick precum that glistens in the dim light.

Blissful sighs escape both your lips as he begins to slowly slide between your soaked folds, the sensation of him spreading your lips threatening to push you over the edge once more.

With a steady rhythm, Roman grinds his hips against yours, each movement burying him deeper inside your throbbing heat. His fingerprints leave a trail of heat on your skin as he grips your thigh tightly, his touch sending you into a frenzy.

Your hands instinctively seek out the bed frame for support as your body trembles with pleasure, the walls of your core tightening around his thickness in response to the overwhelming sensation.

As your juices coat Roman's dick, your shared passion drips down not only your thighs but also his, a tender reminder of the intensity of your connection at that moment.

I'ma put yo legs behind your head when I make you wet the bed..yeah, yeah

Your legs were now drawn near your head, granting him deeper access as the tip of his member expertly teased your most sensitive spot, eliciting a guttural cry of pleasure from your lips.

"Roman..Joe, baby. That's... th-that's..." you stuttered, struggling to form coherent words amidst the feeling of him digging your insides out.

Leaning in close, he whispered huskily into your ear,

"Is that your spot, baby girl? Hmm?"

The words sent electricity through your body. You began to lose yourself completely when he withdrew slowly, only to regain control and thrust back in with unrelenting force.

"It's okay baby, I got you. You can take it, I know you can take it.." he moaned, pulling away from your ear to watch you fall apart with hooded lids.

"Joe, stop, I th-think I'm gonna pee," you managed to protest weakly, attempting to push him away, but his grip on the mattress was firm and unyielding. It was too late now, your hips involuntarily surged forward, your back arching as waves of ecstasy washed over you, it was a feeling that left you trembling and gasping for breath.

You squirted uncontrollably around Roman's dick, your body convulsing, tears trickling the same way your juices did as each stroke he delivered only heightened the pleasure, bringing his own release closer with each passing moment.

You gazed into his eyes with a bite of your lip while pushing a soft strand of his hair behind his ear,

"Mmm, fuck this dick feels so good. Are you going to nut for me daddy?" you moaned, purposely clenching your walls around him. His body weakened as you did. His head dropped down to your neck, he panted against your ear, his hips no longer at a steady, rhythmic pace.

"Y-yes," he barely muttered out. You squeezed your walls around him once more pushing him to the edge.

He groaned deeply as streams of cum left his body.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, his voice laced with satisfaction as he gradually softened inside you. Your own moans of contentment filled the room as he withdrew, a hiss escaping your lips at the loss of his warmth.

Breathless and flushed, you looked up at him as he rose to throw on his briefs, confused as his suddenness.

"Get up, baby," he instructed, pointing to the bed, and your eyes widened in realization as you surveyed the mess you had made.

"Oh... sorry," you mumbled, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you hastily scrambled out of bed, hiding your face from Roman's view.

Sensing your discomfort, he gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Hey, it's perfectly fine. It makes me happy that I could make you feel that good, okay?" he reassured you, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"I'm serious, baby. Hopefully, I can get you to do that to the next set of sheets," he added with a mischievous smirk, prompting a giggle from you as you playfully pushed him away.

"You are so nasty," you teased, a grin spreading across your face.

Yeah girl you heard what I said I'm gonna make you wet the bed

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[ambreignsfan4life]

Roman Reigns Appreciation- Suit

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[stellarollins]

Seth and Roman in sorta sync + Dean being Dean

[litafan4ever]

Roman Reigns - SmackDown on USA’s BRAND NEW intro video featuring Megan Thee Stallion and RM of BTS

[overrboarrd]

sanctuary [1]: initium novum

firefighter!roman reigns x azure clarke [oc]

warnings: bodily injury, slight cussing, mentions of a hospital

word count: 3.3k

a/n: we made it to chapter one! just a smooth little chapter to kick things off. pls forgive any medical errors in this chapter, i did research to the best of my ability. but anyways, i hope yall like it! happy reading <3

The mid-morning sun cast a golden hue over the winding suburban streets as Azure maneuvered her car down the narrow lane, the weight of her life packed in boxes behind her. The soft hum of the engine barely registered over the pounding in her chest as she approached her new house in Pensacola. 

She hadn’t told many people she was moving. And only her parents and her best friend, Jade, knew why. It wasn’t as if she could explain it easily. She didn’t even know if it was the right decision. All she knew was that the three years since her husband’s death had felt like drowning, and she was desperate for air. So she had left the life they had built together—left the house that was filled with echoes of their love, the memories of his laugh, the phantom touch of his hand on her skin—and driven away.

A new start. That’s what she needed. No ghosts here.

Her house was tucked in the back of a quiet neighborhood, isolated enough to provide peace but not so far removed that she’d feel entirely alone. As she pulled into the driveway, Azure cut the engine and sat for a moment, taking in the sight before her. The house was modest, a one-story home with a decently-sized porch and a yard that needed a little attention, but it was hers. Or it would be once she stepped out of the car and claimed it.

She didn’t move.

Not yet.

Instead, she let her gaze drift to the rearview mirror to look across the street, where another house stood. It was slightly larger than hers, and there were a couple of cars parked in front of it. Two men, tall, tattooed and muscular, stood on the front lawn, laughing over something while a little girl, no more than five years old, ran in circles all over the grass. A woman stood not too far from them, with a contagiously warm smile and beautiful deep brown complexion. 

Azure smiled faintly. She had always loved children. Being a pediatric nurse had brought her comfort over the years, a way to focus on helping others instead of drowning in her own grief. Maybe in this new place, she could find some semblance of herself again.

 A sudden vibration pulled her from her thoughts. Her phone screen lit up with a slightly graying man holding the 2-year-old version of herself, the name ‘Pops’ with a blue heart emoji sat at the top of the screen. Azure smiled, pressing the answer button.

“What’s goin’ on Tink?” Her father’s deep voice came through the line, warm and reassuring. “You all settled in yet?”

“Hey Pops,” she said, leaning back in the seat and closing her eyes for a moment, chuckling softly at the sound of her nickname before exhaling slowly. “Almost. I checked out of the hotel earlier this morning and grabbed most of my stuff from the storage place. I’m sitting in my car trying to muster the energy to take all these boxes.”

“Y’know, I would’ve been down there in a heartbeat to help if it wasn’t for this damn knee.” Her father’s voice was filled with regret, though she could hear the slight humor behind it. Eric had always been a man of action, being an Air Force veteran, and being stuck in recovery after knee surgery was a particular kind of torture for him.

“I know,” Azure said, a smile tugging at her lips. “It’s okay. I got this. You need to focus on getting better.”

“Well, I’ve got a new knee now, so I’m basically a bionic man,” he joked. “Once I’m fully up and runnin’, you won’t be able to keep me away.”

In the background, she could hear her mom, Anne, laughing.

“Bionic man? Chile, please,” her mom’s voice chimed in. “You’re more like the Tin Man from The Wiz, creaky joints and all. Next thing you know, you’ll need a can of oil just to get out the damn bed.”

“A ki-ki,” her dad replied, mockingly. “I might be old, but m’still quicker than you give me credit for.”

Azure laughed softly, the sound easing the tension in her chest. She could always count on her parents to make her feel better, no matter how much weight she was carrying. And right now, it felt like a mountain.

“How’s Ma doing?” Azure asked, knowing her mom could hear her.

“Surviving this old man, baby.” Anne called from the background, teasing as always. “Barely.”

“Be nice to him now,” Azure said, smiling as she imagined her mom giving her dad a playful shove. “You know you’d be lost without him.”

“Lost? I’d be free,” her mom shot back, chuckling.

“Sure you would,” her dad said dryly. “Anyway, you all settled in then?“

“Yeah, everything’s here. Might go out and grab a few more things later on.” Azure replied, leaning her head against the headrest, watching a couple of kids riding their bikes down the street. The neighborhood was peaceful, quiet. It was almost surreal how different it felt from her old life. “It’s a nice area, though. Feels... safe.”

Eric paused on the line, and Azure could sense what was coming next.

“You sure you’re okay? I mean... all this moving, leaving your job, your friends—it’s a big change. You don’t have to do it all alone, y’know?”

She bit her lip, grateful for his concern but also not wanting to get into the emotions she had been avoiding since making the decision to move. “I’m okay Pops. Really. It’s just... time. Time for something new. I think I need this.”

“I get it,” he said softly. “And you know your momma and I are just a phone call away if you ever need anything.”

“I know.” Azure’s voice caught slightly, but she cleared her throat. “I’ll call you guys later. Give Ma a hug for me.”

“I will. We love you baby .”

“Love y’all too.”

She ended the call and placed her phone in her lap, staring at the house again. Her new life, or at least the next chapter of it, was waiting behind that door. She just wasn’t quite ready to face it yet.

A gust of warm wind brushed against her face as she stepped out of the car, stretching her arms before looking up and down the street. Large trees lined the sidewalk and a variety of plants scattered across front lawns. It was so different from the city bustle she was used to. Azure tugged at the hem of her tank top, adjusting her sunglasses atop her head before taking a deep breath and heading towards the open trunk of her car. She began to place a few of the boxes on the ground, stacking them high enough to where she could carry them. She did her best to try to push the button that would close the trunk, before hearing a bit of commotion coming from across the street. 

“Go over there, you see her struggling!”

“Ow! Damn!”

“A’ight, a’ight! We goin’!” 

“Stop cussing in front of Audrey, Jey!” 

“Mmcht, that’s not even a bad word!”

Just as she managed to finally close her trunk, two men emerged from across the street with nervous yet easy-going smiles. They were dressed casually, both in basketball shorts and t-shirts, clearly enjoying the holiday weekend. The man, with two long cornrows and a wide grin, waved cheerfully. "You must be the new neighbor."

Azure forced a smile, hoping it didn’t look as awkward as it felt before setting the boxes on the concrete. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“I’m Jimmy,” he said, extending his hand. “And this is my brother, Jey.” The other brother, with a freshly shaped up mullet, and his twin from what she saw, gave her a small wave before continuing to soothe the side of his arm. “We live across the street... well, technically, our cousin lives there.”

 “As much as we over there that might as well be our house too.” Jey adds. “We just watching our lil’ cousin while he’s on call today.” 

Azure’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

“Firefighter.” 

“Yeah, you’ll see him runnin’ up and down the street with his shirt off, flexin’ his muscles eventually,” Jimmy joked, nudging Jey, who laughed along.

“Aye, speak for yourself,” Jey teased. “Uce is way too serious now for all that.” Before Azure could respond, Jimmy leaned against her car with an easy smile. “Need help with your boxes? My wife saw you strugglin’ over here.” He nodded his head towards the front yard where the woman and little girl continued to play. “We could help unload your stuff, we got some muscle.” He continued, slapping Jey’s arm in the same reddened spot Naomi had smacked him in earlier. 

Azure blinked, taken aback by their sudden friendliness. “Oh, you really don’t have to—”

“Nah, we insist,” Jey said, waving off her protest and playfully raising his hand at his brother. “We already out here, and you look like you got a lot of boxes.”

Jimmy nodded. “Yeah, looks like you in for a long weekend. Plus you'll get to meet more people if you not buried under a mountain of cardboard.”

Azure laughed softly, the sound surprising even herself. It had been so long since she’d laughed with anyone besides her family, and for a moment, the tightness in her chest loosened. “Okay, fine. If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate the help.”

Jey clapped his hands before rubbing them together. “Yessir! Let’s get to it!”

She watched as Jimmy jogged across the street to say something to his wife before returning next to Azure’s car trunk. The twins grabbed the heaviest boxes and followed behind her as she unlocked her front door, holding it open as they stepped through. 

“You can just sit them down in here.” She pointed to the bare living room floor. 

They obliged, and the trio spent the next thirty minutes carrying Azure’s things into the house. As they hauled the last box inside, Azure took a moment and looked around. Her new home was still bare, with unpacked boxes scattered everywhere, but for the first time in a long while, it didn’t feel so overwhelming.

“Thanks so much, you guys,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “I really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Jimmy replied. “We know how it is, moving to a new place and all. Speakin’ of which—” He exchanged a glance with Jey, who smiled before turning back to Azure. “We’re havin’ a uh, small get together for Labor Day in a few days, before the kids gotta go back to school. You should come. Meet some more folks.”

“Yeah,” Jey added. “And I’m grilling. Best steaks you’ll ever have in your entire life.”

Azure hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll think about it. I’ve got a lot to get through with the move, but I’ll see if I can make it.”

“No pressure,” Jimmy said with a grin. “Just good food, good people, maybe a couple of bad jokes from baby bro here.”

“Nah, that’s all you, Uce,” Jey chimed in, shaking his head, laughing. “The rest of us are hilarious.”

Azure laughed, feeling some of the earlier tension in her chest loosen. It had been a long time since she’d been around anyone who didn’t know her story, her loss. The weight of it usually hung in the air, but with these two, it was easy—light.

“Thanks for the invite. I’ll try to stop by,” she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“No problem,” Jey replied. “And seriously, if you need help, just holla at ya uce!”

They exchanged goodbyes, and as Jimmy and Jey headed back across the street, Azure found herself watching them. The little girl, Audrey, ran to greet them, her small arms wrapped around Jimmy’s leg. Azure smiled again, the sight tugging at something deep inside her. She missed that kind of innocence, the unguarded joy children had.

She sighed, stepping back inside her house, the quiet suddenly pressing in around her again.

The move had been a good distraction, but the moment the door closed, the familiar pang of loss crept in. The weight she carried was never truly gone, even in new surroundings. She could feel it in the silence of the empty house.

But maybe this new place, this new life, could be different.

Maybe.

She removed her sunglasses from her head before putting her curly hair in a low bun, thinking of the cookout invitation. The idea of meeting new people was intimidating, but also strangely comforting.

She exhaled slowly. It was time to unpack, in more ways than one.

The emergency room was buzzing with activity, the usual rush of nurses, doctors, and paramedics filling the air with an almost palpable energy. The sterile smell of antiseptic hung in the air, a constant reminder that Azure was in a place of healing, yet one brimming with urgency. Azure stood beside Bianca, the lead nurse who was guiding her through her first few weeks at the hospital. Though she had worked at other medical facilities, Central Pensacola Children’s Hospital felt different. Everything was new—new routines, new people, and new expectations. The weight of her personal loss was something she carried, but the chaos of the ER was an easy distraction. She’d been a pediatric nurse for nearly five years, and while each day brought its own challenges, today felt different—more charged, somehow. Maybe it was the change of scenery, or maybe it was the lingering weight from the night before. Either way, she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that had settled deep in her chest.

She glanced at her watch, noting that it had only been three hours into her shift, but it already felt like a long day. Just as Azure was about to take a breather, the familiar sound of an ambulance pulling up to the emergency entrance flooded her ears. Instinctively she straightened, refocusing her attention. Moments later, the doors swung open, and a team of paramedics rushed in, wheeling a stretcher with a little boy whose cries echoed through the hallway.

Azure felt something shift in the air as another man entered the room. His presence was powerful—he carried himself with a quiet, commanding energy, but understated—like a steady flame that didn’t need to burn brightly to be felt. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with long dark hair that was pulled back yet slightly tousled.

Bianca nudged Azure forward as they moved towards the patient. "That’s our guy," Bianca muttered softly, not bothering to hide the slight admiration in her voice. "Roman Reigns. One of the best firefighters in the city. Always brings them in safe."

Azure took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand, but as she approached the gurney, her eyes inadvertently met Roman’s.

Roman’s gaze lingered on her for just a moment longer than she’d expected before he shifted back to the child. "Possible broken arm. Fell off the jungle gym at the park," Roman explained, his voice deep and steady. He had done this countless times, and yet there was something almost gentle in the way he spoke about the boy’s injury. "He’s been in a lot of pain, but he’s stable."

Azure nodded, moving to the boy’s side. "Hey there, little man." she said softly to the boy, who looked up at her with watery eyes. "We’re gonna get you all fixed up, okay?"

The boy gave a small, hesitant nod, still clutching his arm. Azure reached out carefully, making sure not to touch the injured area, and offered him a reassuring smile. Definitely a broken arm. Nothing life-threatening, but enough to send the boy into a fit of tears. Meanwhile, she could feel Roman’s eyes on her, watching her interact with the patient. It was strange—the way she felt under his gaze—not uncomfortable, just very noticeable.

As she stepped aside to let Bianca take over, Roman moved closer to Azure, close enough that she could feel the faint warmth of him. His voice was low when he spoke, almost like a murmur just for her. "You’re new here."

It wasn’t a question, just an observation. Azure glanced up at him, her heart skipping inexplicably. "Yeah," she replied, doing her best to keep her voice even. "Just started a couple weeks ago."

Roman nodded slowly, his eyes studying her for a moment longer before he shifted his attention back to the boy. "You did good with him," he said, his tone softer, almost approving. And then, as quickly as it began, the moment passed. He gave a short nod toward Bianca, who was now checking the boy’s vitals, and walked away from the gurney.

Azure busied herself with the task at hand, helping the little boy get settled in the examination room. But even as she worked, she was acutely aware of the man outside. She didn’t know why, but something about him tugged at her, a pull she couldn’t quite explain.

Minutes later, as she stepped out into the hallway to grab a few supplies, she found herself face to face with him. He was just leaving, handing off paperwork to the desk.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Everything okay with the kid?”

Azure nodded, suddenly feeling an odd flutter in her chest. “Yeah, just a broken arm. He’s a little scared, but he’ll be fine.”

Roman nodded, glancing back towards the room briefly. “Glad to hear it.” He paused, as if considering whether or not to say more. 

He opted against it, and as he walked away, Azure found herself standing there, staring after him for a moment before heading back to find Bianca. She didn’t know him—didn’t know anything about him—but something about the way he’d looked at her, the way he carried himself with a mix of strength and humility. She shook her head, pushing away the strange feeling that had taken root in her chest, but the pull lingered, deep in the back of her mind, refusing to let her go.

Bianca approached her as the boy was wheeled to X-ray, giving Azure a sly smile. "You’ve got good instincts," she said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "And good job keeping him calm. You're doing great, girl."

Azure smiled, appreciating the praise. "Thanks, Bianca."

Just as they began to walk back to the station, Dr. Rollins, the lead pediatric doctor, approached them. He gave Bianca a brief nod before turning his attention to Azure. "Nice work today, Azure. I know things have been pretty fast-paced the past couple of weeks, but you’ve handled it well."

"Thank you, Dr. Rollins," Azure replied, her voice steady, though her mind was still on Roman’s fleeting but intense presence.

Bianca nudged her again, playfully this time. "Looks like you’ve caught some attention already," she teased as they walked toward the nurse’s station.

Azure gave a light laugh, shaking her head. "It’s nothing like that."

"Mhm, sure," Bianca grinned knowingly. "But, hey, I’m just saying… Dr. Rollins's not the easiest person to impress. If he noticed you, it’s something."

Azure forced a smile but didn’t respond. As they walked away from the trauma bay, Azure couldn't shake the anxious feeling of this new beginning.

———

Dear Brother, I hope this letter finds you well as always,  I know it’s been a while, I’ve been real busy lately. I met someone recently, and I don’t know what it is, but… there’s just something that I can’t shake. There’s this… feeling, maybe a good feeling? I don’t know. It's throwing me off. Haven’t felt it before. It’s hard to explain, but it’s not something I can just brush off. I’m not sure where this will go, but I’ll write to you once I know more. I miss you. I think about you often, especially when things get tough. It feels strange sometimes, like I’m starting this new chapter on my own, but knowing you’re out there somewhere, helps me feel less alone. I love you, I’ll make time to write to you sooner. I promise.

[bloodlinesgirly]

Secrecy~Roman Reigns

As a wwe superstar privacy is rare, but with roman reigns you find keeping secrets easy.

warnings: smut

no use of y/n

not proof read

first fic pls be nice😭

could be a series if anyone is interested

3 years ago you began the journey of becoming a wwe superstar, you’ve made friends, enemies, but most importantly, gained the love of the wwe universe. Being a favorite amongst fans has its perks but the watchful eyes of thousands of people constantly is not easy. Relationships were hard, it’s always felt like there were 3 people in every single one. you, your partner, and the universe. Secrecy has become your specialty. especially when hooking up with non-other than Roman Reigns, from the second you signed with wwe roman decided that you would be his. At first your relationship was strictly him “showing you the ropes”, he made it his priority to show you everything he knew in and out of the ring. training turned into lingering touches at work, eyes wandering longer than they should during sessions, to lunch dates ending with you on his lap in the backseat of his car.

Today was a blur, you had a meeting with the creatives department about a big 6 women tag match at the upcoming ple. there was so much you had to do in so little time, plus you spilt coffee on your phone and brand new dress this morning. stressed and angry was an understatement to your feelings at the moment. everyone filed out of the meeting room as you gathered your things. You jump at the feeling on a hand on your waist, turning around quickly.

“it’s just me” roman breathes a laugh as you sigh in relief. before you get a chance to respond he’s bringing his lips to yours, his grip on your waist tightening.

“how was your day, sweetheart?” He says softly, his hand rubbing your hip soothingly”

“terrible, there’s so much to do and it seems like i’m the only one working at making this match happen.” emotions take over as you speak, tears dwelling in your eyes.

“don’t cry honey, there’s time. everything’s gonna work out” roman wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb before pulling you into his chest.

“i’m just…overwhelmed i guess” you take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

“why don’t you come home with me to florida this week? give yourself a break.” you looked up at him shocked, you’d stayed in hotel rooms on the road, on his bus, but never had he invited you to his home. his house was special to him, his sanctuary away from the world. you nod at him, a smile pulling at your lips.

later that night you guys arrived. taking roman’s hand as he helped you out of the car and leaded you inside with your luggage.

“go ahead, check it out. i’m gonna take this upstairs.” he said as he gestured to your suitcase. you nodded and began exploring, wandering hallways and looking at the art that adorned the walls.

“what do you think?” roman asked as appeared behind you suddenly.

“its pretty.” you said with a smile. Roman leaned down capturing your lips. the kiss was sweet at first, quickly becoming heated as your tongues danced together. his hand tapped your thigh, signaling for you to jump. he carefully carried you up the stairs and into his bedroom. you hit the mattress with a thud as he crawled between your legs. his hand reached the bottom of your top, pulling it over your head. his lips attached to you neck, trailing sloppy kisses down to your hips. his fingers tease the waistband of your shorts, you shift a little to help him take them off. Once your shorts were off he pulled his own shirt over his head, you choke back a moan at his abs and tattoos on full display. he smirks a little before licking a stripe up your pussy, your wetness already coating his beard.

“mmm so fucking wet baby.” he growls before diving back in, pulling a moan from your throat as he sucked at your clit.

“you taste so damn good mama” he muttered praises into your heat, that was almost enough to make you finish right then and there. your grip in his hair tightened as you felt your body tense.

“baby im gonna cum, don’t stop” your moans get louder as he 2 of his fingers enter your cunt, he pumped them in and out fast, finally pushing you over the edge.

“there we go sweetheart”

“let it out”

“that’s it” he slowed down his movements, helping you ride out your orgasm before kissing you harshly, letting you taste yourself on his lips. you’re hands fumbled with the band of his sweats before he finally pulled them off. you pulled his nike boxers down his thighs, his dick slapping against his stomach as you did so.

“come ride this dick mama” he directed you as he settled against the head board. you crawled up his legs, straddling him. your heat hovered over his length before sinking yourself onto him completely. you hissed at the same stretch you feel everytime he enters you. it doesn’t seem like you’ll ever get used to it. his hands grip your hips tightly as he starts to rock you back and forth on his cock. moans fall from your lips as you lift yourself slightly before dropping yourself back down on him. his grip on your hips is probably leaving bruises as you ride him. his head was thrown back, eyes were screwed shut, grunts and deeps moans leaving him. you move fast against him, one hand leaving your hips and moving to rub your clit with his thumb.

“fuck baby i need you to cum for me.” he groaned. he bent his legs under you, thrusting up quickly as your slick coated his thighs. the sudden change in position and his thumb frantically moving on your clit triggered your orgasm.

“fuck roman i’m cumming, i’m cumming baby” his name left your lips like it was the only word you could speak. he quickly flipped you on your back, lifting one of your legs up to his shoulder. his hips snapping haphazardly into your pussy and his grunts grew louder.

“m’gonna cum, so fucking close” he growled through his teeth. after a few more thrust he pulled out, quickly stroking his length until he coated your stomach. he collapsed onto you, his elbows falling at each side of your head.

“you’re so damn gorgeous” he breathed out, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. you giggle at him, placing your hands on either side of his face and kissing him back. after a few minutes he left to clean himself up and grab a towel for you. after showering and changing into clean pajamas you both climbed into bed. your head rested on his chest as you traced his abs with your fingers.

“why won’t you ask me to be your girlfriend?”

~the end~

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Title: Trust Me.

Person: Roman reigns

Requested: |Yes|No|(part 2 was yes)

Part 1. Part. 3

★Trust Masterlist

Afab!reader

Warnings: manipulation, obsessiveness, dark!Themes, surprised ambush(only mentioned but not written as a scene), yelling, slight!abuse(a hand gets raised as if to slap but never happens and reader gets choked by Roman), angst, cussing,

description: it’s been a week after Roman said he trusted you and things are starting to go down hill..

Pairings: Romantic!roman x reader, slight!romantic!Jey x reader, slight!romantic!Jimmy x reader, slight!romantic!solo x reader, also includes a very friendly Paul heyman

Pic creds: WWE

(Pics have nothing to do with story 😋)

A/n: you’ve read the warnings so please if they make you uncomfortable do not read.

Choking will be marked with a “☹︎“ and will end at “☻︎“

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Roman was pissed, all he could see was red when he heard what happened, more importantly what you did

After he talked to you and poured his heart out you had gone and betrayed him

How dare you

He had got word from someone that they saw you with Sami and ko laughing and having a good time

At first he didn’t believe them

Then he saw the picture

Ko and Sami on both sides of you laughing and smiling

Oh was he furious

But from some talking with his cousins he was going to give you the benefit of the doubt and actually let you explain

That was until Jey and Jimmy got ambushed by Sami and ko themselves

Now he was livid

As soon as they got back he made solo go find you

Which is where you’re at now

Sitting in front of Roman as he quietly glared at you…

“___ do you know why I had solo bring you here?”

His tone was different then what he ever used before making you slightly uncomfortable

“No Roman, I don’t…”

You answered honestly confusion lacing your voice

“Wiseman, show her the picture”

Paul was quick to walk towards you with his phone in hand

Handing the phone to you as he quickly walked back to his original spot

You eyed the picture seeing nothing wrong with it

about to open your mouth Roman spoke

“Don’t say anything.” His tone was demanding making you shiver as you quickly shut your mouth

“Boys, come.”

watching as Jey and Jimmy stepped up until they were in front of you heads both turned down as they looked to Roman for further instruction

Roman nodded and finally they raised their heads looking everywhere but you

You couldn’t help the soft gasp that left your lips as you caught a glimpse of their faces

“Look at them ___ look at what you did..”

Your brows netted together hearing what Roman was accusing you of

But your attention was still set on the twins

They had busted lips, with bruises forming on their jaws as small cuts littered alongside their noses

“Jey, Jimmy” your voice shaky as they both locked eyes with you

“What-what happened?” You went to get up but the look solo gave you had you glued to your seat

“Who did this?”

Your voice shaky as you tried racking your brain for who had the balls to try and hurt two vital members of the bloodline

Roman stared at you in disbelief

“Who do you think did this ___ ?”

His tone was way darker than before, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you..

“Roman I-I don’t understand”

You could sense him getting angrier and it honestly scared you

“WHY DO YOU PLAY GAMES WITH ME?”

His abrupt yelling startled not only you but everyone else in the room besides solo

“I brought you into my family, I cared for you, I Trusted you.”

His palms abruptly slapping into the arms of the leather chair he was sitting in created a loud noise that echoed throughout the room making you jump slightly

“And this is how you repay me?”

He stood Making his way towards you as You looked away feeling tears prick your eyes

“Look at me”

You felt his presence in front of you but yet you still refused to look at him

Afraid that if you did you wouldn’t hold back

But He was growing impatient at your disobedience

“I said, Look. At. Me”

Slowly you turned facing him and you swear your heart stopped

He looked so intimidating

And it scared the living fuck out of you

He bent down to your level leaving almost no room between you two

“Answer me ___”

His voice gruff as his hand ran slightly along your shoulder to your jaw

He waited

And then he snapped

☹︎CHOKING BELLOW!

“NOW”

He rose to his feet pulling you with him as he hand gripped your throat

You heard Paul gasp as you were lifted off your feet by Roman’s large hand

Tears fell freely as you clawed at his hand to try and let you slightly free, but it wasn’t working and you were loosing air fast

Ears ringing as your vision began to blur

Still you could slightly hear Jey yelling at Roman to let you go as Jimmy started pulling and grabbing at him

☺︎︎CHOKING OVER!

It wasn’t until Jey said something that snapped him out of his trance that he let you go

Solo was quick to walk over and check on your choking form as you regained air into your lungs

Once you could breath again you stood with the help of solo and turned to watch Jey and Roman

Who now was yelling and shoving each other around with Jimmy trying to talk them both down

It want until Roman raised his hand towards Jey that you broke from Solo’s arms to step in

“Roman Please!” He stopped lowering his hand to glare at you

Taking a breath you finally explained

“The picture, it was three years ago..”

His eyes softened slightly but his glare never faltered

You looked towards Paul and gestured for him to give you the phone

With shaky hands he handed it to you

“Look at the picture again,look at my gear” Roman tour his eyes away from you to finally look at the phone once again

“That’s my rookie gear Roman”

Finally his eyes softened as he looked at you

He could see the yellow and purple marks in the form of fingerprints start to form around your neck

Where He grabbed you.

Then it hit him

He had put his hands on you

He hurt you

And he broke

Brows furrowed as Tears fell down his cheeks

“Oh babygirl”

Hearing his voice crack made your heart break

“I’m so sorry”

You shook your head

“I should’ve never grabbed you like that”

He was so genuine you knew he felt bad

“You have to believe me when I say I didn’t mean it”

He pleaded

“Please Trust Me and know I will never do it again”

It was silent until you took his hands in yours smiling softly..

“I know Roman, I forgive you”

A wide smile graced his lips hearing those words come out your mouth

“It was an accident it’s ok”

He nodded agreeing with you

“I Trust You”

Hearing those words he quickly brought you into a hug

“Oh thank you baby!”

He pulled back slightly and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before pulling back again to look you in the eyes this time

I’ll make it up to you princess, I promise”

He watched as you smiled before burying your head into his neck as he placed his chin on your head…

The three brothers stood confused at what just a cured

How could you take Roman back after he literally choked you…

Then they realized.

You were Hooked

Roman had built up enough trust with you so you wouldn’t runaway

Roman knew if you were to runaway you would be a liability, you knew too much…

Now They stared at you and Roman with one shared thought

How do they get you to trust them the same as you trusted their cousin?

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Sex

warning: short smut (18+)

But don't fall in love 'cause, we just havin' sex I'm gonna get you wet, we not makin' love tonight (Woah) Hickies all over your neck Kissin' all over your body, babe Girl, you gon' get it tonight

The blindfold over your eyes did nothing but enhance your senses, pushing them into an overwhelming clarity you couldn't fully articulate. His scent was richer, more intoxicating, enveloping you like a warm, heady cloud. Every word he spoke was like velvet, his voice a low, soothing melody that put you deep in your feelings. The warmth of his hands as they moved across your soft skin was a delicate yet searing touch that heated your body up like no other.

As the coarse hairs of his beard brushed against the sensitive skin of your thighs, the sensation was a delicious contrast—a feeling that made your breath hitch. He inhaled deeply, savoring the sweetness of your honey, a fragrance that seemed to weave itself into his very being. It was all overwhelming, and as your scent filled his lungs, his pretty brown eyes fluttered shut, rolling back in a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Although feelings weren't supposed to be part of the equation, he had loved you as if they were, and it drove you mad. You were longing for him all while being confused. His touch, his presence—it all felt too real, too intimate for something that was meant to be casual. But despite what you knew was best for you, you wanted him desperately. If this no-strings-attached arrangement was the only way to have him—to feel him in this way, shape, and form—then so be it. You had learned to accept the pain, even to embrace it, because it was the only way to keep him close, even if it meant sacrificing a part of yourself in the process.

"I've been thinkin' 'bout this all day…" His words trailed into a soft whisper as his warm breath grazed your inner thighs. His lips followed, leaving a trail of soft, deliberate kisses. Each kiss was accompanied by a low, guttural grunt reverberating through the quiet room. Your body reacted instinctively, muscles tightening as your mind struggled to process his touch. It was almost too much to bear. You wanted to savor the moment, to let it linger, but the desire coursing through your veins made it impossible to stay still. You whimpered as you fought the urge to beg him to give you what your body so desperately craved.

He laid flat on his stomach on the bed, his body pressed against the soft sheets as your legs draped over his shoulders, resting along the length of his back the same way his wavy locs did. You could feel the subtle movement of his back muscles under your calves, their firmness shifting with each breath he took. Although your view was limited, your mind painted a vivid picture of those muscles—strong, taut, and perfectly defined. You imagined the contrast of his sun-kissed, tanned skin against the softness of your own, the way his body must look as he focused solely on you.

You could imagine the way he was looking at you. In your mind’s eye, you saw him closing his eyes in concentration as his tongue traced along the stretch marks on your thighs in adoration. He cherished every inch of you, his kisses following the glistening path of saliva his tongue had left behind. You could picture the way his lips would curl into that confident, knowing smile of his while you were writhing beneath him. His eyes would flicker up to meet yours, catching you in the act of biting your bottom lip to stifle a gasp. He would take in the sight of your parted lips, swollen and pulsating, almost begging for his attention. But he never worked on your time, only his own. It didn’t matter if your eyes were brimming with tears or if the sheets were soaked with your juices—he was in control. He would taste and touch you only when he was ready, relishing in the power he held over your body and your pleasure.

He pursed his lips, their natural redness now deepened and flushed from the anticipation. With a torturous slowness, he blew a gentle stream of cool air against your slick, aching pussy, the feeling both soothing and teasing. The breeze provided momentary relief from the throbbing need that worked through you, but it also served as a reminder that he had yet to touch you in the way you craved. Between the cool air and the heat of your arousal, he was leaving you breathless with want, aware of how close he was yet how intentionally he held back, keeping you on edge.

You felt him slowly sliding up your body, your legs slowly slipping off of his shoulder and now sliding down his chest. The soft sensual kisses that were on your thighs were now covering your stomach, following the path his nose made. The open-mouth kisses were like little moist massages against your skin.

"Roman.." you gasped feeling his lips wrapped around your nipple. He moaned against it in response to his name. His tongue swirled around effortlessly, slurping whenever he felt the spit getting ready to dribble down your breast, your toes curled in the air as he did so.

"Hmm?" he moaned softly, his eyes fluttering open just enough to catch a glimpse of you. You could feel his eyes tracing your every feature.

"How do you expect me not to fall in love when you're doing this to me?" you whispered. Your hand reached out, fingers tangling in his soft mane. His lips, warm and tender, began a slow journey, pressing gentle kisses along the curve of your chest.

"You'll figure it out, sweetheart,"

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STILL IN LOVE 1|2 - Roman Reigns

This is just something I came up with because I was bored and I'm trying to get back to writing and have 0 requests to go off of HINT HINT 👀

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Y|N'S HAVING CONFLICTED FEELINGS HOURS BEFORE HER WEDDING

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I fumbled with my engagement ring, as I stared blankly at my reflection in the mirror.

The more I starred, the less I recognized the person that starred back at me.

"Hello..." My bestfriend, practically sister, Trinity said, trying her best to snap me out of my thoughts. "Earth to Y|N."

Blinking a few times, I glanced over at her as she took a sear next to me. "Hmm..?" I mumbled, fighting the urge to go back to blankly starring at my reflection.

Trinity sighed, shaking her head. "You didn't hear anything I said, did you?" She asked.

And even though Trinity asked, the look on her face told me that she already knew that I was in fact not listening.

But it wasn't like I was just purposefully ignoring her.

I just had something on my mind.

Something that was impacting how I should be feeling right now.

"No." I replied, with a sigh to match the one Trinity had previously let out. "I can't stop thinking about Roman." I added.

As soon as I had mentioned Roman's name, Trinity stood from the chair she had been sitting in seconds before to stand behind me, a serious look on her face.

"Look at you, Y|N." She said, a type of authoritative tone that laced her words.

Tears stung at my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks. "I can't." I whispered. "I don't like what I see." I admitted.

"Why not?" Trinity asked, causing my eyes to snap open, and me to now stand up also, facing her.

"Why not?" I questioned back, mocking her. "Because look at me," I gasped out. "I'm hours away from getting married, to who's supposed to be the man I want to spend the rest of my life with and all I can do is think about how much of an emotional cheater I'm being." I paused, grabbing the tissue Trinity held out to me, dabbing at the corners of my eyes, careful not to smudge my makeup. "And all it took was a phone call from my ex. Not a kiss, not some in the moment sex, a phone call. A stupid phone call Trinity."

Trinity came closer, wrapping me in a sisterly embrace. "If something has this much of an impact on you, it can't be that stupid, sis." She rubbed my back, as I buried my face into her shoulder. "What did he say?" She questioned, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"He's happy I finally found the happiness I deserve and that he wished me luck." I answered, earning a giggle from Trinity.

I pulled from our hug to look at her with narrowed eyes before giggling along with her, unable to keep a serious face.

"See?" I pouted.

Told you it was stupid, I mentally told her as if she would somehow hear me as if I had said it out loud.

"It sounds as if he was just wishing his ex luck or something." She finally replied, still in a fit of giggles. "You're just overthinking. Maybe because you're nervous or somet--"

"But then after we said bye, I could swear I heard him tell your husband that there was no way he could ruin my big day tomorrow by telling me that he was still in love with me." I quickly spoke, cutting Trinity off, as I bit down on the inside of my cheek, unaware of how wide my eyes now were. "I think he thought I had hung up, or that the phone wasn't to my ear or something but I know for sure I wasn't supposed to hear those words."

Trinity swatted at my shoulder, a look of disbelief on her face. "How did you not start with that in the first place, Y|N?"

I bit down harder on the inside of my cheek, before looking down. "Because I wasn't supposed to hear it an--"

"But you did." Trinity almost shouted, cutting me off this time.

Yes I did.

But I also spent all last night trying to convince myself I didn't.

Before I could say anything else, Trinity was making her way to the door of the room.

"Trin," I called out, trying to hurry to stop her. "Where are you going?"

"To find my husband." She huffed out.

I figured, I thought silently, face palming myself, then immediately sprinting to the mirror to make sure my eyelashes and makeup were still in tact.

I didn't know what turn this day was gonna take but I knew I wanted to look good no matter what.

And yes, I'm fully aware that that's not the way a bride is supposed to think hours before she walks down the aisle, but hey.

"I just hope Tyler doesn't hear about any of this," I mumbled to myself, imagining my fiancé hyped with all his groomsmen, on a high about today, just as I should be with my bridesmaids. "But nope, I had to ask them to leave so I can have a moment alone."

But thank goodness Trinity saw that I needed to get something off my shoulders and demanded that she stayed.

That's why it was a no brainer in asking her to be my maid of honor

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After what seemed like eternity, Trinity finally returned, Jimmy following behind.

"Damn, Y|N you're not even close to being dressed." Jimmy said, noticing I was still in my bridal robe and slippers while he, Trinity, and I'm assuming everyone else involved in the wedding as well as the guests.

I swallowed hard, before speaking up. "I'm not sure I can get married to Tyler." I finally said, noticing the usually goofy Samoan man that I've come to love as a older brother tense up. "Why?" He questioned, throwing another one at me before I could answer the previous one. "Do I need to kick his ass?"

I immediately shook my head, "No," I began before hearing Trinity's voice.

"Because of you and Roman, and," Trinity paused, placing her hands on her hips. "Jey, I'm sure."

"What did me and Roman do?" Jimmy asked, confused, and glancing around. "And if Jey is involved why didn't you drag him in here?"

I sighed, glaring over at Trinity. "Because he didn't do anything," I quickly answered, as my eyes shifted from Trinity to her husband. "And neither did you or Roman. It's what I heard Roman say to you last night." I added, mumbling the last part.

"Last nig--" Jimmy started to say before his wife, basically cut him off with a shout.

"She's talking about Roman telling you he's still in love with Y|N last night." She said, going over to give her husband a jab in his chest. "And now because of you and your uce, Y|N isn't sure if she could marry Tyler."

Jimmy looked over at me. A slightly apologetic look on his face. "Y|N|N, he didn't want you to hear that." He tried to explain as I frowned.

"Because he didn't mean it?" I chocked out.

Was I reading this whole thing wrong?

Was I putting my wedding, my maybe marriage to Tyler at stake for nothing?

"Because he did, Y|N," Jimmy answered. "But he felt that it was time to finally let you go and start your life with Tyler." Jimmy shrugged. "That's why when I told him he should just get everything off his chest before today, he told me he couldn't."

I slowly walked over to the chair I was once sitting in, this information feeling too hard to take in, even though I had heard the same thing last night.

Maybe the confirmation is just what's hard to take in

I still had a chance at a future with Roman?

"Why did he push me away though Jimmy?" I asked, tears once again stinging at my eyes. "He's the one that left me. If it wasn't for him we would still be happy, and I won't be with Tyler." A frown slowly made its way onto my face. "He's the reason I'm in this position. I basically forced myself to move on so fast, almost jumping into a marriage that I don't even know I want because I was trying so hard to get over him and practically jumped into the arms of the first man that showed me attention."

I stood up, so many emotions rushing through my body.

"I don't even know if I truly love Tyler and want to marry him or if I was just going to marry him so I wouldn't have to keep looking for a man to love me like Roman did."

"Clearly you don't." Trinity mumbled, her eyes widening as she realized her words weren't just a thought after I shot her another glare. "Look, Y|N I think we both know you have love for Tyler but it's not the love you need to have between two people to get married or to make a marriage last. You have that with Roman and no matter who you find you're always going to be in this position."

I nodded silently.

She was right.

"I know what needs to be done." I replied, before adding. "I need to go see Tyler."

"To tell him the wedding is off?" Jimmy curiously asked, as I made my way to, and out of the door. "She's telling him the wedding is off, right?" Jimmy then asked his wife, realizing I had more important things on my mind than answering him.

"I hope." Trinity responded. "Cause it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding and that's the last thing they need if she's going to go through with it."

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Inhaling and exhaling, I slowly brought my hand up to knock on Roman's door, before I quickly lowered it again.

Knock idiot, I mentally screamed at myself.

I had, had a painful goodbye with Tyler, and I had drove for almost two hours to get to Roman's house and now that I'm here, am I really gonna chicken out?

"I can't do this." I gasped out.

Leaving Tyler was easier than this when I thought it would've been the other way around.

But just as I turned to leave from Roman's front door, I heard the door being unlocked from the inside, and soon enough the door was open and I had turned around again to find myself face to face with my ex boyfriend.

Damn, does he look even more handsome than I remember..?

"Y|N," Roman asked, bliming a few times as if he might have thought he was dreaming. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be getting married right about now?"

I shook my head, looking down at my now naked ring finger. "I couldn't do it Roman." I mumbled, before swallowing hard, knowing that this could very much be my one and last chance to say how I feel.

"I heard what you told Jimmy on the phone last night when you thought I hung up and I just had to let you know, I'm still in love with you too, Roman."

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