#anoai

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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?” 

Roman yesterday 💕

Happy, healthy. That's the most important thing.

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.

Halloween with Roman would include: 

Chilly morning cuddles with Ro 

Staying in bed a few extra hours because neither of you has much to do today 

You cook breakfast for the two of you because, well, Roman hasn’t fully woken up yet and would probably burn the house down

Roman blanketing you in one of his hoodies and some pajama pants until it’s time for you to get dressed up

Decorating the outside of the house for trick-or-treating

Roman jokingly pestering you about the crooked Happy Halloween banner dangling on the porch

Him laughing when it falls down completely as you’re trying to fix it

Because he loves you, he lets you dress him up for Halloween 

Dressing him up as Sully from Monsters Inc while you dress up as Boo

The character really suits him because of his tall, broad, and muscular figure 

Smacking his hands away from the candy bowl as you set up outside for trick-or-treaters

Him pouting and sighing

Yet taking pieces anyway when you’re not looking

After a long night of dishing out candy to children, you and Roman head back inside and turn off the porch lights to indicate that you’re done giving out candy

He immediately goes for a shower to clean off the blue and purple face paint while you simply change into some pajamas

Making snacks for you both to enjoy while sitting down on the couch for a horror movie marathon

Him begging you to watch A Nightmare On Elm St. It is his favorite horror movie after all

Him wrapping you up in his arms whenever you feel scared and giving you a kiss on the head to reassure you that it’s okay

Watching a Disney movie after the marathon of horror films so that you’re able to fall asleep without having nightmares 

Roman doesn’t complain once throughout the animated movie

Falling asleep on his chest and him carrying you to bed

Warnings: Just some curse words and my sucky-ass writing. Oops. 

Tags: None so far. Let me know if ya’ wanna be tagged in my stuff. 

Note: This was requested from someone over on my Wattpad account. If anyone cares, Imma try to post a request form-type thing for Tumblr so people can properly request from me. Sorry for any errors and hit that reblog button if you like this. 

Amidst the chaotic environment backstage, Malaika found a quiet spot to talk to Renee. It was an even more stressful week than usual as this week was the Superstar Shake-Up and Malaika found out that she will be transferring from Raw to Smackdown Live. Unlike her friends that were excited to spend more time with her, Malaika couldn’t help but feel frustrated with her transfer because her ex-boyfriend was currently the main face on Smackdown; which meant she’d be seeing him a lot more. 

Roman Reigns was the top dog around here and everyone loved him, and WWE made it their mission to keep the scandal of Joe and Malaika’s relationship hidden. After their breakup, Vince approved Malaika’s request to transfer to Raw and it was a blue moon when she’d see Joe. Malaika believes he had something to do with her move back to Smackdown. She was unprepared for what was to happen and she rushed to the best source she could find who just so happened to be her best friend, the wife of Joe’s best friend, Renee. 

“It’s all gonna be okay, just go talk to creative and see what they can do. I’m sure all of you can come to some sort of agreement,” Renee said and took a sip of her coffee. She looked at her phone and then back to Malaika, yet her eyes trained on someone walking toward the two of them. “Oh no-”

“Hey, Renee… Malaika,” Joe said as he walked up to the two women. 

Malaika’s face deepened in color, her ears burning and her heart rate speeding up. Renee felt horrible for her friend but Malaika was a big girl and she didn’t know where her presence seemed welcome in situations like this. Joe turned to Renee and the tension thickened between the three of them. 

“Soo… how are ya-”

“Did you talk to Vince?” Malaika pressed, cutting Joe off. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re Vince’s boy. His main guy, the money maker of the business, his go-to for everything. Did you request my switch?” 

“N-”

“Don’t even think about lying to me, Joe,” Malaika warned. Renee stood back, her eyes shifting between the two. She thought about leaving but she didn’t want Malaika to feel alone. 

“Fine, yes. I did request it. But he told me he didn’t know, it wasn’t a for-sure thing. Besides, maybe we can fix wh-”

“No, don’t even. I can’t believe you. I was so close to winning the Raw Women’s Championship, but now, because of you, that’s all gone.”

“We can go talk-”

“No! I will go talk to someone and fix your mistake. Again.”

“Again? What do you mean again?” 

His question went unanswered and he watched her walk away. Joe turned to look at Renee who turned her head to look at him. She shrugged and Joe shook his head. He looked down at Renee’s hands and saw her mug, teasing her saying “You know if you drink any more of that shit, you’re gonna turn into a coffee bean.”

“Fuck off, it’s been a long day,” she said and flipped him off before he began walking in the opposite direction. 

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Catering was loud and crowded and it was just another kick to Malaika’s nerves. She walked through the rows of tables and grabbed a bowl for some grapes she planned on getting. Standing in line, she was an arm away from the fruit when Joe walked up and grabbed her hand. Swatting him away, she glared at him. 

“Get off of me,” she spat. 

“I need to talk to you. Please, it’s important,” Joe said with desperation. 

“Ugh, why can’t you talk to me here?” The line was moving and Malaika stepped up, Joe following suit. 

“Because. Let me buy you lunch and we can talk there. Please.”

She thought about it for a moment before rolling her eyes and placing the paper bowl down on the table. Joe went to reach for her hand as they walked together but she smacked his hand away. 

“What did I ever do to you?” he stopped and asked her in the middle of the hallway. She whipped around with a look of disbelief colored on her face. 

“You cannot be serious right now.”

“Well, I am. A year ago I came home to an empty apartment and my girlfriend nowhere to be found. What did I do?”

“Why are you playing dumb, Joe? Stop playing the victim. You cheated on me with one of my closest friends! How-”

“What the hell are you talking about, Malaika? I’ve never cheated on you! I fucking love you, why would I ever do something like that?” 

“I don’t know, but you did. The press caught it, Joe. They caught you and Paige going into our hotel room together and her leaving alone. You did it on the bed we shared!” By now, even though it frustrated her to cry in front of someone who broke her, she couldn’t help the tear that fell messily down her face. 

“No, no, no. That’s not what happened! I swear. Baby- hey, look at me- that was not what happened. Is that why you left?” He stepped closer to her and used his hand to wipe her tears. 

“Yes it’s why I left. If you didn’t cheat, what happened?”

“Paige was helping me pick out an engagement ring for you,” he said, his now soft brown eyes staring into hers. She looked up at him with her lip quivering. 

“What?” 

“Yeah,” he laughed softly. “I was planning on marrying your ass. It fucking broke me when I came home from tour to see all of your stuff gone and our pictures ripped apart.”

“You wanted to marry me?” she asked, her hand working to wipe up the rest of her tears. 

“I still do.” 

She stepped closer and fell into his arms and, for the first time in a year, let them wrap around her. More tears and her makeup stained his shirt, but Joe didn’t mind it. It was a small price to pay to have his girl back in his arms. His lips left soft kisses on her head and on her forehead. 

“I’ve missed you, pepe.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

Joe broke away from their hold and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him toward the exit.

“Where are we goin’?” Malaika asked, her hand locking with his. 

“We got some love-makin’ to make up for,” he grinned and winked at her. Malaika smiled and Joe brought her hand to his lips, kissing the soft skin. 

“You’re a pervy little man,” she teased.