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꒰ ଘ welcome 2 my sparkly lil corner of wrestling edits ଓ ꒱
୨୧ this is my vsp diary
hiiiii~ my name’s ✿ mimii and i’m officially making this blog a ✧WWE edit haven✧ because… i simply have too many feelings and too much sparkle for one heart to hold. this is where the ✩ slaps hit ✩, the divas cry in HD, and the slow-motion transitions change lives.
꒰ i love heels, heartbreaks, comeback queens, and matches that make me gasp n scream into a glitter pillow ꒱
So u wanna be a Roman Reigns fan?? read this first ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🩸
“Hey Mimii, I want to become a Roman fan SOO BADD. How do I do it?” Well im the expert so welcome to the promise land 💯☝🏽
step one: bow down. acknowledge him.
like seriously. this is the tribal chief. the head of the table. the one. if you’re not starting your day with a lil “yes my chief” moment in the mirror… are you even doing it right??? roman reigns doesn’t walk into the room, he arrives. and so do you when you rep him.
step two: black is the new everything.
black hoodie. black joggers. black gloves if you wanna be extra. maybe even some air forces if you’re really down. the vibe is “dangerous but cozy,” “will smash you through a table but respectfully.”
bonus: wear his merch like it’s a uniform. the we the ones shirt?? iconic. essential. holy.
step three: loyalty is everything.
you ride or die for roman. he could superman punch a fan favorite and you’ll be like “ok but they had it coming.” when he wins, you win. when he loses (rare), you gaslight everyone into thinking he didn’t. you defend him like your life depends on it. because in a way??? it does.
step four: embrace the drama.
roman reigns isn’t just a wrestler. he’s a soap opera. the bloodline storyline? better than any netflix series. betrayal?? tears. family tension?? screaming. jey uso calling him “sir”?? cinematic masterpiece. get comfy being unwell over wrestling. crying over tribal conflict is part of the experience.
step five: get used to being called delulu.
you’re gonna say “he’s not the bad guy he’s just misunderstood”
you’re gonna say “he needed to do that. for the family.”
you’re gonna justify things that are… objectively unhinged.
but it’s fine. we’re all delulu here. it’s part of the charm.
step six: learn the poses.
fist in the air. fingers up. chest puffed.
you gotta hit the tribal chief stance every time he enters. you gotta do the slow walk. the side eye. the deep inhale like you’re about to destroy a city.
roman fans don’t just watch. we perform.
step seven: fear no boo.
they’ll boo him. they’ll hate on him.
you? you smirk. you post a gif of him smirking back.
you know what they don’t: that deep down… they all wish they were repping the chief.
you walk into a crowd of haters like it’s a runway.
“boo the goat all you want, he still owns the ring.”
step eight: find your people.
follow roman stan accounts. reblog the gifs. make memes. post thirst traps. scream about his promo like it’s poetry.
whether you’re here for the legacy, the charisma, the muscles, or the drama (or all of the above)… this is your family now.
we. the. ones.
step nine: optional but recommended — develop a little crush.
it’s ok. we’ve all been there. he raises the title and suddenly you’re thinking about baby names. he looks into the camera and it’s like he’s staring into your soul.
don’t fight it. just let the tribal thirst flow.
step ten: say it loud. say it proud.
you are a roman reigns fan.
you acknowledge him.
you love the drama, the dominance, the chaos, the gold.
you stay loyal.
and you never, ever fold.
bonus: here’s your roman reigns starter pack!!
• fave gif: smug smile w/ the lei
• fave phrase: “i’m in god mode now”
• fave match: any match. all of them. he wins. period.
• fave look: wet hair, black vest, “i just wrecked everyone” energy
• fave accessory: championship belt. always.
in conclusion:
being a roman reigns fan is a lifestyle. a ‘religion’. a vibe.
synopsis: when you spot a kid wearing your husband's merch you call him over to give a little boy the surprise of a lifetime
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shopping had always been something that you enjoyed but you enjoyed it even more now that you were pregnant. getting to shop for things for the little baby boy that you were currently growing made you even more excited for his upcoming arrival.
today was a regular off day for roman, he liked spending as many off days as possible with you. he had been feeling ten times more protective over you than usual, something that you did not know was possible.
you had convinced roman that you needed to go get a few more bits for baby boy, despite having two cupboards full of baby stuff, and he agreed to come with you, he liked being by your side and seeing you smile when you saw some of the cute stuff that baby boy did not need but would get anyway.
as you walked into the mall roman turned to look at you, "i've got to go get a couple things from the other side of the mall and i really don't feel like making you walk all that way, shall i meet you in the toy shop"
"yeah of course my love, could you pick up some chocolate", you gave your husband your best puppy eyes, "baby boy really wants some"
roman laughed shaking his head at your bullshit, "of course he does", he dramatically rolled his eyes before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before leaving your side to go and get the bits that he needed.
you headed into your favourite toy store, one with something for kids of every age but you made a beeline to the baby section.
as you browsed through the baby section of a store, something caught your eye from the other side of the store. a little boy, maybe fi six or seven years old was stood proudly in a OTC hoodie, gripping a toy championship belt like it was his most prized possession. his tiny fingers traced the gold plate, and the determined expression on his face made your ovaries burst.
you couldn’t resist, crossing over to the other side of the store next to where the boy was standing. you looked down at the boy giving him a smile "i love your hoodie! are you a big fan of roman reigns?"
the boy’s eyes widened with excitement, his head snapping up to look at you, excited to just get to talk about his favourite person. "he’s my favourite wrestler ever! he’s the strongest! and one day, i’m gonna be just like him!" his enthusiasm was contagious, and you let out a small laugh, resting a hand on your belly.
"he is very strong isn't he", you spoke and the boy beamed up at you yapping your ear off about your husband as you tried to keep a straight face.
after a couple minutes the boy's mother walked over to the two of you, "i really hope he isn't bothering you"
"no not at all", you responded, "he is just telling me all about roman reigns"
"oh jack loves him", his mother spoke ruffling his hair before the boy announced that he was going to look for a roman action figure.
once jack was out of earshot you turned to his mother, "can you do me a favour?"
the woman quirked an eyebrow
"can you keep jack here for a little longer, i know it sounds weird but you really want to trust me on this one"
his mother looked at you face etched with confusion but she nodded her head in agreement, going to find her son to distract him for a bit in order to keep him in the store.
meanwhile, you pulled your phone out of your pocket immediately finding you husband's contact info.
you dialled your husband's number and he picked up on the second ring, his familiar deep voice coming through the speaker.
"you miss me already, baby?"
you rolled your eyes playfully, "i always miss you, but that’s not why i called."
"what’s up?"
you turned slightly, watching as jack enthusiastically browsed the wwe section of the toy store, his little hands eagerly flipping through the action figures. his mother did her best to keep him distracted, giving you time to execute your little plan.
"you need to come here right now."
there was a short pause. "what did you find?"
grinning, you glanced over at jack again. "not what, who. there is the cutest little boy wearing your merch"
roman chuckled on the other end, but you could hear the curiosity in his voice. "oh yeah?"
you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. "he’s wearing your hoodie, holding a toy title, and has been telling me all about how you’re the strongest ever."
roman sighed dramatically, the sound of footsteps through the speaker alerted you that he was already leaving the store he had been in. "you’re trying to make me soft, aren’t you?"
you giggled. "i think our baby boy’s already done that, love. but seriously, you need to come meet him. trust me."
"i'm already on my way", he spoke and you smiled brightly, you had him wrapped around your little finger.
you hung up and turned back toward jack’s mother, who was still watching you curiously. "i promise this will be worth it," you assured her.
she tilted her head, still confused. but she seemed to actually trust you.
a few minutes passed, and then you felt a shift in the store. it was subtle, but you noticed it immediately. a few heads turned. people whispered. the energy changed.
and then there he was.
roman strolled into the store, effortlessly commanding attention even in just a hoodie and joggers. his dark eyes scanned the aisles until they landed on you, his lips twitching into a small smirk. you nodded your head in jack's direction and his gaze shifted to jack, who was still focused on the action figures, oblivious to the presence of his hero.
clearing his throat slightly, roman took a few steps forward and crossed his arms. "you find a good one yet, little man?"
jack froze.
for a moment, he didn’t even turn around, as if his brain was refusing to process what he just heard. but then, slowly, his tiny hands lowered the action figure he was holding, and he turned on his heel.
the second his eyes landed on the roman reigns standing before him, his jaw dropped.
his mother gasped beside you, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. she had not been expecting that.
roman smirked, squatting down to jack’s level, resting his arms on his knees. "what’s up, little man? i heard you’re my biggest fan."
jack still hadn’t moved. he just stood there, staring up at roman with his mouth slightly open, as if his brain had completely short circuited.
you bit your lip, trying to hold in a laugh. "jack, sweetheart, say something," his mother encouraged.
jack blinked rapidly, his small hands gripping his toy title even tighter. then, in the quietest voice, he whispered, "oh my god."
roman chuckled, reaching out to gently tap the centre plate of jack’s toy championship belt. "you think you could take my title one day, lil man?"
that seemed to wake jack up. his chest puffed out, and he gripped his belt with newfound determination. "one day, i will!"
roman threw his head back in laughter before nodding approvingly. "that’s what i like to hear. you’ve got the confidence for it."
jack’s mother shook her head in disbelief, still covering her mouth. "oh my god. you’re actually here."
you smiled. "told you to trust me."
"sorry if my wife spooked you, she has a soft spot for the child fans", your husband spoke, "i hear wrestling is a big deal in your house?"
she exhaled shakily, still overwhelmed. "yes, we watch every week. jack won’t let us miss a single match. you have no idea what this means to him."
roman grinned. "i think i do."
he turned back to jack, who was still practically vibrating with excitement. reaching out, roman ruffled the boy’s hair before taking the hoodie’s front pocket and signing his name in bold letters.
once he had spent a little bit of time with jack roman chuckled, standing back up. he looked over at you, his gaze softening as his eyes flickered down to your belly. his large hand found its place on your bump, thumb brushing against the fabric of your shirt.
"i can’t wait until that’s our kid one day," he murmured.
"you won't be waiting long, i feel like i'm about to pop", you spoke to him
roman smirked. "i can't wait to meet the littlest member of the bloodline", he spoke pressing a kiss to your forehead
from beside you, jack grinned up at roman, holding one finger up. "i acknowledge you!"
roman threw his head back in laughter again, shaking his head as he knelt down for one last fist bump with the kid. "good man."
jack's mother, who had been wiping away a tear, suddenly turned to you. "you know," she said softly, "watching the way you two are together i can see you’re going to be amazing parents."
your heart clenched, warmth spreading through you. roman’s hand squeezed your side, his quiet way of agreeing.
you smiled. "that means a lot. thank you."
she chuckled. "oh, trust me, i mean it. your baby is going to be so lucky."
as you and roman walked out of the store, his arm securely wrapped around your waist, you could still hear jack excitedly shouting, "i just met Roman Reigns! MOM, I JUST MET ROMAN REIGNS!!"
you glanced up at your husband, who was grinning ear to ear.
