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vintagereigns · 4 years

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Rain

I couldn’t find a GIF that worked that fit this and that worked, so sorry.

Warnings: Just some angst thrown your way and my shitty free-writing.

Requested: No

A/N: Hello! Here's a link to my Ko-fi if you want to check it out. Also, I know that this is short. It's non-requested and just a free-write of mine, a little bit inspired by All Things Go, which is a Roman Reigns fanfic of mine over on Wattpad. I'm just trying to get back into the writing mood. But thank you for reading my trash! And thank you for your support, it really means a lot.

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Heavy drops of rain fall desperately from the sky and dark clouds linger overhead, casting a gloomy visual over the city. Water fills the holes in the concrete, creating puddles that little kids dressed in raincoats and rubber boots rush to jump around in. A chilly breeze swept by, calm and quiet, and very light- but chilling nonetheless.

"Are you just going to sit there all day?" [Y/n]'s mom asks and sits a hot cup of tea on the coffee table.

[Y/n] didn't reply, she only exhaled and pressed her head against the window-pane. Her days have become longer, tiring even, since Joe left. There are no strong arms to run to anymore when times got tough. He was gone. And she couldn't help but blame herself.

She had pushed him away to the point where he finally got up and left. When she got back from work a week ago, all of his stuff, including their engagement photos, was gone. She wondered what he had done with them and why he would even take them until she found them in the trash; shredded to pieces. He was angry, she knew that much.

Standing to her weakened, full-height, [Y/n] drug herself from the living room to upstairs where her old room still sits just the way she left it all those years ago, her tea abandoned and left for the air to eat at its warmth. Sky-blue bed sheets cover the twin-sized mattress as she lays down and stares at the wall for what seems like forever.

She wondered what Joe was doing. Is he a mess like she is? Heartbroken? Does he lay in bed and stare at nothing? Can he eat? How well is he sleeping without her? Does he still think about her? Has he missed work? Does he cry? All of these questions and many more float around in her mind, every last thought or reminiscent captured with Joe's name and face.

Calling him was no use, he has had enough with her calling and decided to change his number. That alone confirmed most of her fears. He is okay and he is done, officially. There was no second chance for her, maybe Joe thought she didn't deserve it. Either way, it still hurt.

A choked sob echoes throughout the room yet no tears were to be found. She had cried them all out. There was nothing she could do and it killed her, her heart slowly chipping away. How could I do this, she wondered. He deserves so much more. But there was no going back and he wouldn't give her the time of day to explain or apologize, not as she deserved it anyway.

With no more tears left to cry, [Y/n] finally is able to drift off to sleep, her dreams filled with a large man with sleek black hair and a perfect smile.

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theyungrose · 3 years

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Chrysanthemums and Daisies (Roman Reigns/Jey Uso X OC)

Chapter 4: Dates and Daylight

Jey was beyond relieved when he received Roman’s “orders” not to follow him to Raw on Monday. Anything that didn’t involve his cousin these days were the only things he found peace doing. Even better, Daisy had been texting him all throughout the weekend and he’d been returning the attention ten fold. To say he was now just as infatuated with her as she was him would not be overstating it; they were even falling asleep on FaceTime together. They were two grown people with crushes like they were in high school, and it was the cutest thing you ever did see.

All this talking brought about the idea for their first date; they were both fans of Buffalo Wild Wings before COVID shut everything down, and since they both had plans to watch Raw tonight, it only made sense to make a catering-size order of wings and watch it cuddled up on her couch. It was perfect under the circumstances of the still raging pandemic, and Jey would never pass up the opportunity to have his girl in his arms.

They weren’t official yet, but there wasn’t a man breathing that could pull Daisy from his grasp.

The two watched in a terrified amazement as Roman laid waste to the Irishmen he just had trouble beating the Sunday before. If Jey hadn’t known any better, he’d believe that Roman didn’t need him by his side at all. But Jey knew better, thanks to Daisy. She’d spilled to him that after the scene with him and Roman in the hallway, Roman had met up with Chyrsanthemum; the only logical reason why Roman put himself in this match.

Whatever heel Chrysanthemum had kicked up Roman’s ass must have been bugging him the entire weekend, because there was blood in his cousin’s eyes. Malice, hate, rage; emotions that had made themselves at home in the heart of the Chief.

“Wow... that was intense.”

Daisy was the first to speak once the bell rang and the match was over. She glanced over at Jey, but his eyes stayed glued to the TV, face devoid of any emotion. Uce would never admit this to anyone (mostly out of fear of being castrated) but everytime he saw his cousin’s arm get raised in the ring, holding up that Universal Championship, it made his blood boil. His fists would clench if no one was looking, and his stomach became heavy with disdain. Call him bitter, but it made Jey sick watching his cousin tote that title around. He didn’t deserve it. For the immoral actions and decisions he’s made to claim that championship, he didn’t deserve it.

“Hey Jey...are you okay?”

Daisy, still in the highest of moods as always, giggled at her little rhyme as she poked Jey on the shoulder. Almost immediately she retracted her finger when she felt the tenseness in his muscles, realizing he was indeed anything but okay.

“Talk to me please?”

Finally Jey huffed out a sigh of pure annoyance and took Daisy’s hand in his, assuring her that he wasn’t mad with her.

“It ain’t fair D. And I ain’t one to hate on the next man because he’s doing better, but this I just can’t take. The man walked in on a championship match, signed a contract and was just able to take the title just like that.”

Daisy nodded, squeezing his warm hand and resting it between her folded legs.

“And then he sees me trying to come up, trying to make a name for my family, and he threatens to kick me out like he runs shit. And then he chokes out my brother in front of me just to prove it. He ain’t never loved no one for real. Just himself and all the money in his pocket.”

After his spiel Jey went silent again, eyes focused back on the TV right as the post-replays ended. Daisy watched his angry features silently, and wondered what it would take for Jey to challenge his cousin again. She wondered if it could be her.

On the opposite side of the states, the tired champion waltzed back into the gorilla with his chest high and puffed to the ceiling, only to find that Chrysanthemum had disappeared. Not just from her position behind the monitor, but she’d vanished from the arena completely. He couldn’t find her anywhere backstage, she wasn’t doing any interviews, and soon Roman had to come to terms with the fact that she’d up and left sometime during his match.

Anger and annoyance set in as the Tribal Chief realized he’d just got played. Alone in his locker room, he couldn’t help feeling just the slightest bit stupid; everyone in their right mind had told him not to take this match tonight and his stubborn ego had allowed his boss to make a mockery of him, make him look like he needed this match. All these thoughts in his head nearly pushed him to snap, and he considered going to Twitter to address her publicly, but after taking too long to think about it he decided not to.

After all, Roman knew that all this anger really stemmed from disappointment. He hadn’t taken this match to actually prove to her that Drew was nowhere near matched for him, he knew that already. Roman had taken this match simply because she’d asked him too. Those full pink lips and butter voice could’ve asked him anything and he would’ve nodded in agreement. He was completely sprung for his boss, and it scared him a little knowing she might just know that too.

That next morning however, he did find her. Sitting at the far end of the breakfast suite at their hotel, he might say dreamingly looking out the large windows as carved into a bowl of oatmeal and berries. He simply couldn’t resist.

“Good morning boss lady.”

Chrysanthemum grinned but didn’t avert her gaze from the window, she knew he’d find her, she’d counted on it actually. She was too proud to do it herself, and jetting on him after his match would’ve given him the perfect reason.

“Champ...good morning. You’re welcome to join me if you’re here alone.”

The small butterflies in his stomach did not go unnoticed to the Chief as she pushed out the opposite chair with her foot, her brown eyes finally meeting his as they glazed in the sunlight.

“Will you ever refer to me as Tribal Chief? It’s kinda my new moniker now if you haven’t noticed.”

Roman returned to her circled table with a breakfast way bigger than hers, Chrysanthemum noted this and giggled to herself. A big man had to eat, but damn. She could only imagine what he could do with all that energy in the morning.

“Yes, I’ve noticed. Let’s start by calling me my real name first though Roman.”

A rosy blush creeped into his caramel cheeks, he had to pull his gaze away from hers for a moment as he admitted,

“I’m not really sure how to say it.”

If at any moment in time Chrysanthemum had felt herself falling for Roman, even a teensy little bit, this was the first occurrence. She felt her entire body soften, following the actions of her heart, and she couldn’t help but look at him and smile.

See it wasn’t money that got to Chrysanthemum, she had that already. It wasn’t fame, cars, houses; she had all that too. It was humility that really had the magic touch of her heart, and seeing a man dare say as cocky as Roman become shy because he couldn’t pronounce a name, her name, gave her that little buzzing feeling.

She hadn’t felt that in a while.

“Have you seen a Chrysanthemum before?”

Roman shook his head no. Chrysanthemum nearly took out her phone and showed him, but she thought against it. A better idea sprung into her head, and if Roman was the man she believed he could be, she’d show it to him one day.

“Well they’re the most prettiest flowers, they have hundreds of petals and if you’re the right type of person, you’ll notice them as soon as you see them.

In his head, Roman hoped he was the right type of person.

Midway though their breakfast a fan stopped by Roman to take a picture, and before he left he congratulated him on defeating Drew McIntyre last night. Once the fan left Roman shot a playful glare towards his boss, not averting his gaze until she was forced to look up from her phone and acknowledged him.

“Well?”

Chrysanthemum feigned confusion.

“Well what?”

“Did you not like what you saw last night?”

Chrysanthemum leaned over onto her folded arms, a half smile on her lips let him now she wasn’t angry, but her face let him know she was serious.

“I loved what I saw from you last night, but I won’t congratulate you for it because it wasn’t a test, it was punishment.”

Roman’s eyebrow arched, slightly taken aback by her confession. All the playfulness had dropped from his features too.

“What you did to Drew last night, I knew you could do. You knew you could do. I didn’t need to see you rip Drew apart to know you were better than him, that’s why you’re on my show. However, you did Smackdown a great disservice with how you handled him at Survivor Series. I can live with my entire roster losing, it means they were bested by the competition. But, when you have to cheat in order to beat them, that means the competition is better than you.”

Chrysanthemum leaned in even closer, wary of the people who might be listening. Her intentions were not to embarrass him, but to teach her champ a i lesson.

“I don’t care what you do on Smackdown; your cousin, Heyman, you do what you need to stay on top ‘til Wrestlemania, because you will be Smackdown’s champion going into Wrestlemania. But if you ever embarrass yourself or me in front of that B-list show again, it will be the last thing you do as champion. You follow?”

Roman was shocked. Floored even. Only his mother had ever been able to put him in his place like this before, and even that lessened after a certain age. What scared him a little, is Chrysanthemum never flinched, never stuttered, and her eyes never left his. She was 1000% percent serious, and there wasn’t a single comeback Roman could think of that could possibly one-up hers.

Mostly because she was absolutely right.

Then suddenly, her body visibly softened again. The firmness erased itself from her gorgeous features, her chest fell, and her half smile grew into a full one. She probably didn’t feel it, but all 265 pounds of the Samoan jumped when her palm rested calmly on his forearm. It felt like electricity was spreading from her touch and he prayed she felt it too. With her eyes now kind and gentle, she spoke again.

“I promise I’m on your team okay? I believe in you just like I do everyone on my roster. Of all the shit talk and strife I get from everyone else, I hope you’re the one that understands.”

That small ounce of vulnerability did wonders for Roman. It felt like he was peering into her soul, and he could tell it was not something she allowed often if at all. It made the Samoan feel...special. Special to her, and that was at least a start.

The same electricity Roman felt seconds ago raced through Chrysanthemum now as his larger hand covered hers. His full lips curving up into a smile made her swoon secretly, and she hoped her blushing wasn’t too obvious.

“I see you crystal clear baby girl.

Roman’s blood ran cold in a split second as the last part slipped out; but Chrysanthemum didn’t mind. It was unprofessional yes, but the way it made her feel trumped professionalism right now.

“If you would like, you can call me Chrysa. That’s strictly a family and close friend nickname, so don’t use it in public. Especially at work. Stick to boss lady.”

Roman smirked, secretly hoping “don’t use it in public” meant they’d be meeting in private. If humility is what charmed her, then her vulnerability no doubt attracted him. Even though it came in bits and pieces.

“Much obliged... boss lady.”

Chrysanthemum grinned picking up her cup of coffee as she looked at him.

“See that was a test.”

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dailyroman · 4 years

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romanreignsforever · 5 years

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Roman this morning 💕❤️

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sweetalexa27 · 5 years

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One VS All // Joe Anoa'i Fanfiction (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/SabcuDPP9U HIGHEST RANKINGS : 7/7/2018 - #1 romanreigns #1 romanempire 13/11/ 2018 - #1 ambreigns #10 deanambrose #2 reneeyoung 15/11/2018 - #27 sethrollins 14/01/2019 - #2 shaymitchell Roman Reigns x OC [ Shay Mitchell as Claire Santiago] "Promise you'll never forget me.." She wh…

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tracilala · 5 years

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❤ . . . #regrann @thewhatitdo Breaking News : WWE’s @romanreignsofficial , aka Leati Joseph Anoa’i, kicked of tonight’s episode of RAW with a very emotional announcement of his battle with cancer (leukemia) that has returned. . . “My real name is Joe, and I've been living with leukemia for 11 years," Roman Reigns said, in front of the crowd at Providence's Dunkin' Donuts Center. "And, unfortunately, it's back. And because the leukemia is back, I cannot fulfill my role -- I can't be that fighting champion -- and I'm going to have to relinquish the Universal championship ... I want to make one thing clear: by no means is this a retirement speech. Because after I'm done whipping leukemia's ass once again, I'm coming back home." . . After the announcement, the WWE made an official statement revealing some additional details on Anoa'i's condition. "Tonight on Monday Night Raw, Roman Reigns [a.k.a. Joe Anoa'i] announced that he is relinquishing the WWE Universal championship and taking a leave of absence from WWE as he once again fights leukemia, which had been in remission since late 2008," the WWE said. "Reigns is taking his battle with leukemia public in an effort to raise awareness and funds for research in order to advance cures for the disease.” . . After making his announcement, Reigns laid down the title belt in the ring and was then embraced at the top of the entrance ramp by teammates and close friends. . . We are keeping you in our prayers Joe! 🙏🏾 #Alofas ♥️ . #FindACure #CureCancer #LeukemiaWarrior #CancerSucks #RomanReigns #WWE #JoeAnoai #Samoan #Polynesian #PacificIslander #Oceania #LeukemiaAwareness #Tatau #Champion #Uso #ProAthlete #BloodCancer #HealthAndWellness https://www.instagram.com/p/BpRRedkn0Jl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=nhqmn9xx9l8c

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roman-empire-believe-that · 5 years

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Roman Reigns for Inked Magazine / November 2019 Issue

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vintagereigns · 4 years

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“Do you feel the same?”

Requested: Yes, by @multimuseshift

Warnings: Just some fluff and shitty writing.

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry for taking so damn long to write this, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Maybe it’s worth the wait? I don’t know, let me know! Thank you so much for reading! Please excuse any errors.

Feel free to buy me a coffee!

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Sparkling, see-through waves rushed upon the shore, knocking into several people that swam in the water. The sun was slowly setting behind the horizon afar, the sky painted in streaks of orange and purple and pink. A rustling of light wind shook the vegetation slightly, just enough for the leaves to sway back and forth. It was calm and peaceful.

“What’re you doin’?” A voice asks Joe, breaking him from his thoughts. She sits beside him on one of the other lounge chairs and relaxes back into the wicker setting, a book resting on her knees.

“Nothing,” he says, his cheeks scrunched up to his eyes and his hand acting as a visor as he does his best to avoid the bright sun and look at his best friend. “How are you liking it so far?” he asks her and takes a swig from his beer bottle.

“It’s… so much better than I thought. There is just so much love and life here on the island, so much culture,” she praises while happily looking around the beach. “I don’t think I ever want to leave,” she jokes and Joe laughs.

“I know what you mean,” he smiles.

Before their plane landed in Samoa, Joe was dead-set on not sparking up anything with anyone. He had a bad breakup with his ex-wife and he planned on staying single for quite some time. A year and a half have gone by and he still wasn’t pushing himself into anything he wasn’t ready for. However, it seemed like cupid had other plans.

With the love that [Y/n] shared with Joe about his culture and the history of his Samoan dynasty, he was slowly and surely falling head-over-heels for the woman and he didn’t know how to stop it. Don’t get him wrong, he was open to love. But it had to be right, it had to feel right.

It felt right with [Y/n], as if they were meant to be together on that Island.

His heart now fluttered with every smile she sent his way and he blushed whenever she teasingly flirted with him the same way they always had before. And the longer they stayed there, the longer she showed passion in what made him, him, Joe fell harder and felt stronger for her. He craved her now, unlike he ever had before. She wasn’t just his best friend anymore, she was… much more to him.

[Y/n] used to be a side character in his story, just how any other best friend to the protagonist would be. She was dulled by their friendship and joe didn’t realize how brightly she could shine until now. [Y/n] was now his front and center.

“The meal that we had at the smoked barbeque last night was beyond amazing,” she smiles. However, Joe isn’t listening to her. He is too focused on his heart hammering away in his chest and the burning drought in his throat. “Why don’t you ever cook for me?”

“I-I need to tell you something,” he stutters, nervous. Joe swings his legs over the chair and aims his gaze toward her.

“Okay…” [Y/n] laughs and places her book down on the table in between their chairs. “What’s up?”

“I…I…”

“Joe, it’s okay,” she reassures him. “You can tell me anything.”

“I’m in love with you,” he blurts out.

His eyes grow wide as the words leave his lips and he stares at her, wishing for her to say something. Moments pass before she speaks up, her eyes full of confusion as they lock onto Joe’s features, searching for any sign of humor. There was none.

“...What?”

“I’m in love with you,” he repeats. “Say something, please,” he begs.

“What am I supposed to say, Joe?” she asks breathlessly.

“Maybe that you feel the same?” He questions hopefully. “Do you? Do you feel the same?”

“I…”

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