#i dont want to commit to a hive tag

[metalgeartwo1990]

compilation of wing being the sole winner of the idgaf war

[thesamoanqueen]

Food advice

Rating: 14+

Warnings: certantly many errors; errors everywhere; jealousy; fluff and a drop of soft smutt?

A/N: Its my first, first fic in english and im not a native-language so please, have mercy. Im always open to comments and advice, but dont say I didnt warn all of you if you dont understand. I did my best. I decided to share cause Roman is never enough and I felt brave. Ill probably try again, so if someone is brave too and want to get tagged, feel free to talk. Addio~

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He had no idea who that guy was.

When you do a job like yours, you meet many, perhaps too many people. People introduce you to other people, there are always some new faces around the corner, someone you have never seen backstage and who will stay there for some time and then disappear. It's a job full of chaos, living on the road, carrying your life in a suitcase and holding on to a few things, a few people. There are your colleagues, your superiors, the managers behind the scenes, that group of people you share your ups and downs with, the ones who are always there and you know you can count on when you need something. You become part of a large, chaotic and not always happy group that feeds a beast too big for anyone. It's sad, ruthless to say, but a good percentage of the people who work with you will be just nameless faces in your memory or maybe they won't even stay in your memory. There are too many, they change often and the federation hive must go on. You have to go on. Its a survival mechanism. You can count on a few, you can become attached to a few because time and miles don't help and building a bond becomes the most difficult operation in the world. More difficult than any jump from the third rope, more than a physical rehabilitation.

Roman had no idea who that guy was. He had tried to remember, had searched the long days spent in the dark hallways and hotel halls. He had thought of the waiting before a match, the breaks in the catering room, close to the lighting and sound technicians. He had thought of the chats with Paul. Heyman knew more people than anyone else in that business. He was committed, but just couldn't understand who that guy was and certainly not to give him a name.

And this could have both positive and negative sides.

He could have been someone passing through, one of the many faces that would not have remained in the memory of either of you. He could have been a local production support, someone employed for the arena.

Or it could be someone he had never noticed, someone who had had contact with her and not with him. Rosters traveled together, but they didn't have the same support, it was plausible. Maybe instead, he was some old friend of hers, a local acquaintance, someone who was part of her life outside the federation and whom she had never told him about. Why hadn't she told him about him?

But whatever the answer, whatever the guy's name was, Roman mattered little. He had learned to hold on to the bare essentials and surely, the way that guy was holding on to her, would never be right for him. Not when he was a few meters away, not when he was in the same country. He had to get his hands off where he was putting them and he had to do it right now. Or that type in the future of course, would remember Roman Reigns.

It wasn't the first time this happened. There was always some man around her and on a couple of occasions, he himself had witnessed some disastrous date that your group still laughed at. The amount of anecdotes that Jimmy and Naomi could remember was terrifying. In most cases they were lost causes, men who didn't have the slightest chance and who he himself sometimes found amusing - he must still have on his phone the video Kofi had made, with a bearded guy that called her “doll” in Charlotte… after the look she had given him, he had disappeared so quickly that the pub’s door didn't even closed -. None of those men knew how to treat her, none of them could hold their own, because she deserved more, she deserved everything, and none of them were able to give it to her.

Roman knew it and repeated it to himself every single time. At first he did it with empathy for her, knowing how difficult it was to find someone when you don't spend more than a few days in the same city. Then, after months, he repeated it to himself in friendship, comforting her when hope was born in the morning and died in the evening, after an inappropriate proposal or a spark that hadn't been there. He repeated that thing still today, when everything had changed and he was doing it even at that moment, but the more time passed the more difficult it became for him to find those attempts, funny. Or even just acceptable.

Jimmy said he was overprotective and Roman knew from the looks his cousins ​​gave him that it was a kind way to point out that he was jealous. And there would be no need to point it out to him kindly, without putting the cards on the table, cause Roman had known this for a long time.

He was jealous of her. And the more time passed, the more he tried to remain just a friend of hers, trying to support her in her attempts to be happy with someone, the more possessive he became. And it was wrong, unfair. She trusted him and that was why he had no right to speak. He had always been close to her, supporting her. He had listened to her stories in the most anonymous hotel rooms in the country, in empty gyms or sitting on the carpet with a coffee in hand in the middle of the night. He had even tried to give her advice, God! He should have been the same like always but the reality was that he couldn't help it now, he couldn’t go on like this and the situation had already gotten out of hand for a while. In some imprecise moment, between the umpteenth advice to let it go or the sleepless nights spent waiting for news on where she was or if she had returned to her room - alone - while his body begged him to rest at least for a few hours.

For sure, it had taken longer to realize this than it had taken him to cross the back of the arena to drag her into the parking lot.

Had that guy just put his hands on her hips?! And was she laughing too? Mr.One-night-stand should have sent a basket to Stamford, cause the clause that obliged Roman - being the face of the company -  not to give scandals was the only thing that was keeping him from breaking his nasty face. And Roman took care to make him understand, glaring at his dumb expression as he passed him.

- Roman? Ro? Where are you taking me?

- We get out of here.

- I didn't take my things, I dont want to get in the car! I was-

- I saw what you were doing. I saw what he was trying to do. Naomi will take care of your things, I'll send her a message.

- Ro… Roman. - She stopped you, pulling the same hand you were holding her from.

She was right. She deserved an explanation, she deserved the truth and not to be dragged around. Maybe it was time… he couldn't keep standing in front of her like a wall every time someone tried to get closer than they should and always invent an excuse. He had to talk to her and say everything. He was not the kind of man who ran away from difficulties, he fought for what was important and she was.

It was useless to pretend otherwise and try to hide what he felt, it was a game he was unable to win. He could no longer stand aside and just watch. The tension was becoming too much to bear for Roman, the words had a different meaning, the shock he felt touching her...

He took a breath and looked at her. Her hair shone and if the street hadn't been wet, Roman wouldn't have even noticed the light rain that was falling. They would have both their hair tousled soon and without even thinking about it he passed his hand over her temple.

He didn't know if she would be angry. But he was definitely going to let down the trust she had in him and he could even make her catch a cold for his bad timing.

- I've tried, but I just can't. I thought it was just a silly crush, perhaps somekind of physical attraction, but... Listen babygirl, I'm sorry, I know it's not the way and I don't want that to ruin our bond, but I had to tell you cause if he kept putting his hands on you, I swear… I wouldn't last long.

He’d said it without pause, like taking a band-aid off a wound and he was used to the pain. Any kind of pain. He was a big grown man. He had overcome terrifying diseases and adversaries, endured judgment and unmotivated hatred. He was able to hear thousands of people yelling at him with dozens of lights on his head, yet he hadn't been able to hold back the thrill that went through his back as he said it all.

He rubbed his thumb on her fingers. God… her hand looked so small in him. She always looked small next to him. She stared at him in silence, her eyes locked in his and Roman had the impression of having a breath in his throat that didn’t want to go out.

He was a grown man. He could take it, he told himself again. He had the impression of being able to endure everything if it was about her. But he had to say it, even if things would have cracked that way, she deserved it. Pretending would lead nowhere and in the future it would get worse, he didn't want to explode one day - and it would soon happen at that rate - and see her give him one of her disappointed looks. She was always smiling when she looked at him and she was doing it right now too.

Was she smiling? Had she heard what he had said?

- So ... we should probably leave before we start a scandal. Or worse.

- Do you want to go away?

- I am hungry. We get food and go back to the hotel, in this order because apparently the restaurant there isn’t exactly the best. We were talking about that before… it seems like they only cook stuff that ends up in your hips and and my hips have been trying to boycott me for years. So, no thanks.

What... - Junk that ends up on the hips? The hips. The hips… he'd been on the verge of punching a guy for a comment on food. Yes, maybe touching her had never been necessary and in his defense, he didn't really know who that guy was but… shit, he deserved one of those rare disapproving looks from Jimmy. Maybe even Naomi and Jey.

-I'm sorry, I ... -he started, running a hand through the wet locks.

It was awful. For a moment he had the impression of going back ten years, he was feeling like he was in one of those horrible promos that Vince forced him to do. Except that now she was listening to him and not thousands of unknown people. It wasn't reassuring, not at all and it would end the same way. He hated that feeling. Out there, he wasn't acting. They were talking about his life, their bond built in bad and sleepless nights spent sweating for a match, exhausting workouts, deafening noises and words of comfort whispered in a hurry, between an interview and a plane to catch.

- It's all right big boy. - She said, looking at him with her usual smile and Roman began to breathe again.

He had no idea whether or not she understood what he was trying to tell her, but that reassurance was enough for him and it was still more than he had expected in letting go. He should have remembered, she was the one who put the patches on and got him.

- It wasn't necessary this time, but it's nice to know that my Tribal Chief is always ready to defend me from bad boys. Even if the bad boy should be him - he heard her tease him when he pulled up in front of the rental car and Roman pointed at her with a grin for the low blow.

She and her gab, they were a salvation and a menace he could never do without.

- I wouldn't provoke him if I were you, babygirl.

- Or? Does he force me to eat from room service? - she asked, leaning against the wet car with an expression he would kill for.

- Eating will be the last of your thoughts, trust me. - he said seriously, his voice low and his hands resting on her hips.

How he had come to stuck her between his body and the car, he ignored it. Staying away from her was something he just couldn't do and he didn't want to do. His hands moved on their own before his head could reason. He really had a form of possession towards her and more time passed more Roman felt as if he had reached the point of no return.

He felt her fingers play for a moment with the edge of his shirt and another kind of shiver ran down his back, tightening the grip on her hips as her eyes seemed to watch inside him.

- Thank goodness that Im a good girl, right? - he heard her spell out, while without break free of his hands she turned to get into the car with another smile.

And Jesus, he never wanted to let her go, but maybe it was better this way. He had messed enough that night and he didn’t want to ruin anything for a wrong urge. Not with her, not now that she was so much more. So he ran a hand through his damp hair again and moved to go to his place inside the car, but not before taking another look at the arena.

That dude was still watching him, even if he pretended not.... food advice, sure! He was working hard to be remembered. Bad choice this time.

[wizkiddx]

I lovelovelovelove ur writing. Was thinking if u could do one where readers relationship w tom exposed bcos someone recognises her but she isnt famous? And its all backwards and caught out sort of thing

thanks for being so kind! also I feel like me narrator-y voice has gone WAY too far, what do u guys think? I won't be offended promise I just think it sounds so fucking annoying rn

Tom Holland x reader

summary: you run into possibly the most infuriating family members the one time u and ur boy are showing PDA

warnings = none I think :)

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It was a late late evening, on the last train of the night towards manchester, the British countryside plunged into darkness that appeared as a blank, black canvas out the rounded-rectangular windows. 

And although the serene surroundings were calming, the regular and rhythmic movement of the carriage on the tracks - you were more on edge. Your relationship with Tom had yet to be revealed to the world - though you’d travelled as part of his extended entourage before under the guise of a ‘family friend’. So now it just being you, Tom, Harry, Andrew and Rachel - you felt more exposed. Of course, you were incredibly grateful that Tom had planned this weekend away for the two of you (after a work commitment, hence the presence of his manger, makeup artist and Harry). But it was scary.

Coming out of Euston station, the earlier time meant the train had been more of a hive of activity. Kids running up and down the aisle, inevitably recognising Tom and then asking for a photo. Enough that you’d had to move a few seats down the carriage, so no one would associate you travelling with the a-lister. 

But after you’d past Birmingham and the clocks past eleven pm, everything had quietened down and Tom convinced you to come and sit next to him on the table of four.  Andrew and Rachel were taking use of their little duo seat across for you to catch up on some well needed beauty sleep. They’d all been working with Tom doing promo for his most recent movie in London so it’d been pretty 24/7.

That left you, with all the energy, contrasting greatly with the two flagging Holland boys. 

��Lets play heads up!” You announced to the much less enthusiastic faces round the tables. 

“You can’t play that quietly and the whole carriage dont want to listen to you screeching.” Harry rolled his eyes whilst slightly ripping into you, then picking up his phone - thinking that would shut you up.

“I can play quietly!” You huffed, looking for Tom for backing… which never came. He didn’t even need to try and defend himself before you whacked his chest in false-annoyance. 

“ It’s not a bad thing, just passion.” Tom murmured, desperately attempting to sweet talk your round - which of course, was not going to happen. 

“No way! I’ll prove it to you!” 

“Nonono darling, look I’m tired.” He straight refused, wrappings his arms round your shoulders to try and cage you in. He ended up with his back pressed against the window and your back against his chest. “Lemme just relax with my best girl.”  You huffed in reply, worming round in his clutch before eventually giving up and relaxing your head onto his collar bone. For the reasons previously mentioned, you did not for a second believe he was serious with this PDA. Just sitting next to each other was risky enough,  now he was very clearly hugging you in a public place. Arching your neck back, you were shocked he already had his eyes shut - looking perfectly contented and relaxed. 

“T, are you serious?” You whispered, making him crack one eye open with a questioning look. Instantly he knew what you meant, I mean, it was him that was most worried about people finding out about you - for your sake. His horror stories of previous relationships hadn’t helped, to the point now only your mum dad and siblings knew about your relationship to Tom - mainly for the sole reason your nan was the biggest gossip in the world and could NOT be trusted. 

“Course love, it’ll be fine no ones around and I got my cap on. No one will notice us.”

Foolproof. Or so you both thought. 

And honestly for an hour or so you relished in the fact that in a public space, your boyfriend was showing you physical affection. It was exciting, which meant as Tom’s arms grew lax round you as he slumped slightly in the chair your energy only increased. No one else was being any use either - Harry had his head in his arms on the table and similarly neither Rachel nor Andrew were conscious enough to keep you company. Finally you settled on playing a game on your phone whilst also ever so softly wiggling round on Tom’s chest, purely because you enjoyed the little huffs and the way he’d squeeze you tighter as he snoozed. 

You were engrossed in shitty little iPhone game when a person who was walking down the aisle slowed down, drawing your attention away from the phone. And then your heart literally dropped because you instantly recognised your uncle and cousin, who was 12. Worse though, they had most definitely clocked you. 

Of all people, your uncle and boy cousin too. Possible the best (or worst depending on your point of view) at winding you up, at messing  with you, for genuinely causing all chaos and mischief with you. They were most certainly not going to be discrete. They’d rib you till your dying day. 

“Y/n?” Your uncle spoke first, noticing the that the group you with all seemed to be asleep, so at least trying to be a bit sensitive. Not that it mattered on Tom’s part though, you instantly bolted up and away from him, making him groan as he slowly woke up. 

“Er yeh, I-um  fancy seeing you guys here. Why were you in London?” Because yes half your family did live in manchester - a fact you felt slightly guilty about, considering you couldn’t fit in a quick and explainable reason as to  why you were in that area of the UK during a ‘pop in’. So you’d chosen to keep the whole trip a secret too.

“We’ve been at the footie, could ask you the same question.” Your uncle smirked, noticing toward Tom, who now was blinking his eyes heavily - looking with furrowed brows between the two of you. 

Because yes, the cap had been great to stop people recognising Tom. Neither of you were to expect it’d be you that’d be YOU stopped by someone who noticed you. 

“Oh um… well er this is my friend Tom, he’s got a work thing in manchester so thought I’d tag along. What was the score?” Yes you described your boyfriend of 9 months as a friend, when it was clear to everyone you were more than that. Though frankly, you still felt sick introducing him as ‘boyfriend’ - that itself was cringe as hell. The reference to football was an in-vain attempt to distract them with the most-boring-sport-in-the-world talk. If only Tom had kept his mouth shut. 

“Sorry mate” His voice was a little hoarse, making him force a cough before stretching his hand out. “I’m Tom”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Ritchie and this is Matt” Your uncle motioned to his twelve year old son who was smiling politely but his expression seemed to drop as he made eye contact with Tom. Blissfully unaware, Tom shook Ritchies hand your a soft smile. 

“How do you guys-“

“I’m her uncle. Tell you what, didn’t imagine bumping into my niece on the 11:30 train to manchester.” 

Tom’s face fell and he froze. You’d both been caught out. Massively. It couldn’t get worse, till it did. 

“Y/n is that Spiderman?” Because yes, Matt was prime Marvel fanboy age. And yes, of course his favourite hero was Spiderman. And yes, this would probably be the most exciting day of his life. And the most embarrassing of yours. 

It was at this point Harry was sufficiently disturbed, enough to make him sit upright whilst also backing away into the corner of the booth, watching from afar.

“I-uh” You didnt really want to say it, for the sake of that meant he was revealing this secret you’d guarded with your life. But at the same time, you had this overwhelming sense of pride for Tom because “yeh, yes he is spiderman.” Matt started jumping up and down like an overexcited boyband fan which made you laugh, heart swelling as Tom chuckled along beside you.

Yes by no means was this ideal. And yes you were now forced to tell your family (so ultimately the world) about your relationship. Maybe that wasn’t so bad though?

hope u enjoyed + thank you for reading <333

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[metalgeartwo1990]

I forgot the crucial detail that wing kills his father FOR OTTO